#putting him in the microwave and watching them spin around

[alan-in-the-outernet]

also why does victim have cracks all over his body?

Oh, that's just a headcanon for my Victim! Since he was, well, not saved/deleted, I always imagined that could have some adverse effects on the body, depending on how they're still around/came back- so I have... quite a few headcanons about Victim and how he's doing physically after that x3

One of them just happens to be his body looks rather cracked! And that they have to do quite a lot to keep his body sort of healthy... I also imagine they have chronic pain as a side affect of what happened!

But again, just all headcanons x3

[ephemeralgalaxies]

nah cause the funniest part for me is still Jiang Cheng thinking that LWJ actually hates WWX so much like this man could not have been more wrong.

[rebelliousstories]

WHAM!

Relationship: Wade Wilson/ Deadpool x Reader

Fandom: X-Men

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Fluff, Innuendos, Brief Adult Content, Mentions of Drug Use

Word Count: 1,013

Main Masterlist: Here

X-Men Masterlist: Here

Summary: A simple night with some good food and better music.

“Baby, is that the takeout for tonight?”

“Yes ma’am. I’ve got the goods. It’s gonna cost you though.”

Wade rounded the corner and set the bags down on the counter, before spinning his girlfriend around by the hips. They had the apartment all to themselves that evening, thanks to Logan taking Blind Al to his apartment for the night. And the couple was going to make the most of it.

“What’s it going to cost me, Mr. Pool?” She teased, wrapping her arms around his neck. They began to sway gently to invisible music that only drifted in their touch.

“I think a kiss to start,” came his request. Looking to be deep in thought about it, he took it upon himself to surge forward and press his lips against hers. Both of them began to sink into the embrace that took over their bodies. However, the microwave beeped and brought them back into the world.

“Move, mister. Gotta get the popcorn out.” As she did, her boyfriend let out a loud gasp as she dumped the contents of the bag into a bowl.

“Is that the limited edition salt and vinegar popcorn? And are you going to put the caramel on the side so we can enjoy that as a post dinner snack with the movie?” He rattled off, clapping his hands together while watching like a parrot over her shoulder.

“Yes it is. And it will be perfectly cooled down for your preference by the time we’re done eating.” She moved on from the popcorn, and grabbed some forks and spoons for the takeout.

The couple moved to the table in the dining room, and began their meal. A usual takeout night was pizza or wings, but tonight was special. Wade had gotten the favorite pasta from that Italian joint down the road that they always went to. Light conversation flowed through the air as they continued to eat. Even with all of his wrinkly, dimpled, bold headedness, she still loved to look at him. It had been a challenging few years, but they made it work.

“You know what this needs?” Wade suddenly stood, and went over to the boom box that was tucked away into the corner of the room.

“No, no, Wade. Please don’t,” her begging did nothing but encourage him. He stuck a tape in and turned dramatically.

“Oh, yes baby, come on.” His hands grabbed hers, and placed them on top of his shoulders, while his went to her waist. The music flowed through the apartment, and wrapped around them as they not quite danced, but rather swayed together.

“Is that Wham?”

“Gotta say it right. It’s ’WHAM!’,” Wade dropped his voice to a near whisper, “the album gave them their exclamation point.”

“Whatever you say, honey.” She stood on her toes, and pressed a kiss to his lips. It was certainly different than kissing someone without a mutation like his. But there was no one else in the world she would rather kiss. The rough outline of his lips, that were constantly slathered in chapstick to make it more pleasing for her, molded so perfectly with hers. Firm muscles under her hands, and dimpled skin underneath the tips of her fingers. He was the first one to pull away as the song trailed off.

“Movie time?” His voice was excited at the prospect of continuing their night.

“Are you saying that because you want to spend time with me in a horizontal position, or because you want the popcorn?” She teased.

“Oh I always love spending time with you horizontally. But I actually really want to watch the film.” Wade’s flirting was nothing new for her. In fact, it was a welcome part of her day and dialogue with him. She could automatically tell if something was wrong depending on if he did not make an innuendo or adult joke to her.

“Whatever you say big man. I’m bringing my spaghetti though. That stuff is so good.”

They grabbed their respect foods, and made their way to the couch. Plopping down, she watched as her lover set up the film on their brand new blu-ray player that was a gift from the TVA. Wade could have asked for anything, but he was a simple man at heart. He just wanted to be able to watch Golden Girls in perfect imaging for years to come. However, a new film filled the slot as the man made his way to the couch to sit next to his girlfriend.

“Really,” came her deadpan delivery; complete with expression to match.

“Don’t knock it till you try it.” However, whether Wade was saying that about his popcorn that was now being dipped in caramel or the movie he had selected, she was not sure.

“It’s a ‘My Little Pony’ film.” All the different characters made themselves right at home on the screen before them while he turned to face her.

“Okay, Grouchy Bear. Just watch it, will you? They really teach you a lot about magic, friendship, and how to recognize red flags in the people in your life.” Wade went on to defend, but she dropped her face into her hands. She laughed lightly while peaking at him through her fingers.

“Alright. Just hit play.”

At her defeat, Wilson happily followed the order and tucked himself in. She put her food to the side after a couple more bites because she would much rather be doing things other than eating. While the food found a place on their coffee table, she found her spot tucked underneath her boyfriend’s arm so that she was snuggled into his side.

“It is a pretty good movie so far.” She whispered, not too sure if he had heard what she said.

“I know.” Wade responded, pressing a kiss to her hair. This was right where the both of them wanted to be. Just them two alone for some quality time. And paying absolutely no attention to the fact that Logan was yelling at Blind Al downstairs for offering to do cocaine with Laura.

[yeollie-plz]

Watch It Spark | LTF Part: 2

mbf! Joel Miller x F! Reader

Part 1

Synopsis: Your mom moves the two of you back to Texas and attempts to reignite an old flame. What will happen when she learns his candle now burns for you?

Genre: fluff, angst, and smut! the trifecta!

Warnings: divorced parents, mentions of cheating, no Sarah, no outbreak, drinking, age gap (reader is said to be in college but Joel's exact age isn't stated), Tommy's a bit of a sleaze, kissing, 18+ content, p in v sex, (un)protected sex!, lots of different sexual acts, cursing, light breeding kink mention, cockwarming?

All gif credits to owners!

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I don't wanna make excuses but on top of being super busy, I also had severe writer's block. But! Here she is! Just in time for Pedro's birthday!!!

"Shit." Joel's voice sounded out behind you.

Turning, incredulously to him, "Shit? That's all you have to say?" Not even sure what to say yourself.

"I'm sorry baby, but I don't know what else to say. I think shit actually might be the perfect sentiment in this situation." There's a bit of playfulness laced in his voice as he crosses the room to you. But the fun drops as he locks eyes with you, grabbing your hands while rubbing the backs of them with his thumbs in a comforting gesture.

"Are you okay?"

Not sure what else to do, you nod.

"I mean it was inevitable, I just didn't think she would find out like this. Thought maybe I'd be able to ease her into it...maybe...I don't know."

Joel nods as you speak, “You’ll figure it out and she’ll come around, I’m sure. Whatever happens though, I’m right here.”

When you don’t say anything, Joel uses two fingers lift up your chin so your eyes now meet his. You see the certainty in them and he repeats, “I’m right here.”

With the mood ruined, Joel returned home to let you mull over your plan. It felt weird. How do you explain to your mother that you are currently dating her crush? Not something you had on your bingo card that's for sure.

That night you paced back and forth in your room until about 11 o'clock when you decided you just couldn't take the turmoil anymore. Your mom hadn't returned home. So instead of continuing to sit in your torment, you forced yourself to go to bed.

And when you awoke in the morning, there still was no sign of her. Sighing as you closed the door of her bedroom, you dragged yourself down to the kitchen. Your one last hope was that you could put together some grand breakfast for her and it would somehow lure her home. I mean she had to come home eventually anyway, right? She might as well come home to a yummy breakfast.

So there you were sitting alone at the table with a plethora of food laid out in front of you. Not wanting to eat without her, you sat there waiting. Now, almost an hour later, the food turned cold and the house was still empty. Sighing, you pushed yourself out of your chair, made a quick plate and popped it in the microwave to heat up.

As the time ticked down, you leaned against the counter watching it spin like it would make it go faster. The microwaved beeped to signal its end and that's when the front door swung open.

Abandoning the food once again, you rushed into the living room. Your mom's eyes locked onto you immediately as you crashed into the room. Her body visibly tensed up as she sighed at your presence.

"I-I made you breakfast." You rushed out before she could leave or you lost your nerve.

"Breakfast?" Venom dripped from her voice as she repeated your words.

Snapping your mouth shut, you gulped, trying to think of what to say. That's when she sighed again and closed her eyes, pinching her nose bridge as she tilted her head to the side.

"Sweetie, I'm not mad, but I'm also not happy-"

"-I know you liked him, it's just-" You cut her off, your words coming out quick, laced with your nerves. She held up her hand, to cut you off back.

"Let me talk, because honestly I don't want to hear anything from you right now." Another sigh, this time like she was preparing to give a speech, she was. "You got so hurt last time and with your father and I, I'm just scared for you. Sure, I liked Joel but it was never more than an infatuation. I'm not mad because he was never mine to get mad over. You know the night him and Linda dropped me off?"

You nodded in conformation, she continued, "I actually tried to kiss him that night." She laughs at her own stupidity. "He dodged it, playing it off like nothing happened. I'm sure he just didn't want to embarrass me by blatantly telling me he was in a-" A pause as she looks you up and down, tongue running across her front teeth. "-relationship."

You pulled your lip between your teeth as you listened to her speak. How could she be taking this so well? You were way too used to young people drama. People like your mom and Joel knew how to communicate their feelings. Honestly, it was relieving.

"Kind of weird to admit I almost kissed my daughter's boyfriend." Your mom says with anguish. Her face scrunching up in disgust as if she didn't find him attractive just days before.

She lets herself relish in this thought for a second, before continuing again, "I just hope you are keeping yourself safe. I know I already gave you the responsible talk but this is different. I just don't want to see you hurt like the last time."

You took a second to process her words. She didn't care who you were with, she just cared that you didn't go through what you did before. It warmed your heart and relieved a lot of the pent up stress.

"Mom, this time is different. Joel he, uh, he told me himself. I actually told him what happened." Your mom knew this was big for you to tell someone about the whole cheating thing and when you told her that, she visibly relaxed.

A smile graced her lips as she made her way over to her. She held your cheek in her head. You relaxed into the touch, closing you eyes in relief.

"You're happy with him, I can tell. So like I said I'm not mad. A little sad I missed my chance but there will always be someone else. He's good for you, I'm sure of it."

You smiled at her and leaned in to peck your forehead before wrapping you into her arms and holding you tightly. Her body heat radiating you with all the love only a mother had for her child. She pulled away a bit later, holding you at arms length.

"Although, the age difference is a bit much. That one took me a minute to get over." Laughs laced her voice as she spoke.

"I know, took me a bit to accept the initial attraction too but he's just so..." Your voice trailed off, unsure of what to say. She only smiled to this and nodded.

"I understand, that's how I felt about your father when I met him too." A sad smile now formed as she looked down and you knew she was thinking about how it had turned out for her and him. Now it was your turn to comfort her as you rubbed your hands down her arms.

She shook the thoughts out of her head and sucked back the tears that were pricking her eyes. "Okay! Now, tell me everything. How you guys met! The first date! I want to hear everything."

Letting her drag you to the couch while laughing uncontrollably at her excitement. The rest of the day the two of you could not stop talking as you told her everything.

After hours of chatting, your mom finally called it a night. All but pushing you out the door to go see Joel. Mumbling something about how he must be on the edge of his seat. You giggled at her antics, it was almost unbelievable how quickly she had gotten over it and was now your number one supporter.

So now you found yourself knocking at Joel's door. When he opened it there was a small look of shock on his face.

"Wasn't expecting you to be over so soon, sugar." He said as he pulled you into a quick hug. Breathing in his scent for a second, you sighed, content.

"It went better than expected." Your words were muffled by his chest since you refused to release yourself from his grasp. Not like Joel was complaining.

"Good, I'm glad." He spoke into your hair before placing a soft kiss there. A second more of holding you before Joel is pushing you out to arms length. He searches your face for a second before bringing his lips to yours.

The kiss is slow, like he is learning the feel of them for the first time. It makes you putty in his hands. The stress that somehow was still all pent up inside of you, now finally melting away.

You felt safe. You felt loved. Joel was home for you and in that moment you knew that this was real. Joel was real.

And that night as you settled into his bed and into his arms everything in your past seemed to fade away. It was only you and him.

Smiling into his chest, you fell into a deep slumber.

The morning sun shining through the curtains of Joel's room woke you up. Reaching to the other side of the bed, you find nothing but cold sheets. Confusion washes for you for only a second in your half-awake state, until you hear the steady beat of shower water coming from the connected bathroom.

You take a second to lay in the silence, just listening to the drops of the water. Before an idea pops into your head and you are smirking to yourself.

Pushing off of the bed, you make your way into the bathroom, shredding off pieces of clothes as you go. Joel seems unaware of your presence so you are careful not to scare him too bad as you slide the shower curtain down the rod just enough for you to slip in.

He only jumps a bit as your arms wrap around him. Turning in them to face you.

"Hello." He says to you when his eyes meet yours.

"Hi." You whisper back, pulling him in closer to you, your head now resting on his chest. He lets out a light chuckle while rubbing your back in soothing circles.

To ensure you don't fall, you shift slightly on the wet surface. This causes Joel to let out a soft grunt, his now hardening member brushing against your thigh. It causes you to smirk and pull away, looking up at him.

"I barely hugged you and you're already this excited?" You question.

Something between a chuckle and a grunt passes through his lips, "Not my fault that you came in here all naked. It's human nature, baby." A pause while he drops his head down so his lips can brush your ear, "Remember when I said I wasn't as old as I seemed."

He nips your earlobe after speaking, an action that sends a rush down your spine. Heartbeat speeding up as he continues to breath right next to your sensitive skin, goosebumps popping up despite the warmth of the shower water.

He trails kisses down from your ear, across your chest, and up your neck. One kiss to your jaw, one to each cheek, one to your forehead, before pecking your lips. Pulling away way too soon for your liking as you try and chase his lips with your own.

Now Joel is smirking seeing how desperate you already are for him after making fun of him only moments before. Yet he decides that neither of you really need the teasing so early in the morning so his reserve goes out the window and he's connecting his lips to yours.

The kiss is slower than usual, the intensity not fully there since both of you only just woke up. It is slow, yet passionate. Your lips meet like they were meant for each other. Tongues only barely fighting each other as neither of you really wanted to take dominance of the situation.

And as Joel's fingers slowly make there way down the middle of your stomach, finding your sensitive bud soon after, yours are wrapping around his waist and pulling him even closer to you. You gasp as his fingers move your clit in slow methodical circles. The feeling makes your legs weak, but you quickly recover when you remember where you are and how easily you could fall.

The thought almost makes you laugh but that is also quickly forgotten when the finger that was just working your clit, makes its way into your folds, testing your entrance. It seems like Joel contemplates if you are ready for a second so you keen towards him a bit to egg him on. That's when his finger finally enters you, working its way in and out of you in time with his lips on yours.

Your hands now find their way in between his legs. You try to stroke his dick in the same pace as his fingers in you, but your brain has become a bit foggy. This only gets worse when Joel begins quirking his fingers inside of you in an attempt to find that particular spot inside of you.

"Come on baby, you know you want to give in." He says into your lips. The words come out almost desperate and the gruff nature of his voice has you melting. If you were an ice cube you would be down the drain already.

"I just want you inside of me. It's too early for all your teasing." Your words are now the ones that are desperate, as you fully grip his cock and stroke it quickly trying to urge him closer to wanting to fuck you.

He laughs at your actions and pushes your hands off of him, fingers also retreating from their still steady pace inside of you. Grabbing your hips with such careful hands, so careful that you almost question if this is the same man. Usually so rough with you that you are sure that even his callouses could leave marks.

Flipping you around he bends you at the hips and pushes you towards the wall, careful not to let the two of you fall. Your hands make contact with the cold tile and if you weren't so gone you would've pulled them away instinctually.

That's when he leans over you and whispers into your ear, "I'm going to fuck you now, but the way I want to. Nice and slow. One sound and I stop, understood?"

You open your mouth to answer, but snap it closed and nod instead.

"Good girl." Joel kisses the bit of jaw he can reach before he is standing back up straight.

One hand finds your waist and pulls you back into him. Your hands almost slip from the wet tile that is holding you up, but you recover. Just in time for the tip of his dick to tease your entrance.

Joel gathers the your wetness and strokes it down his member, covering it in preparation to enter you. When he is satisfied with his job he pushes his tip past your folds. Very slowly he enters you. And after what feels like an eternity he bottoms out inside of you.

The feeling has you gulping down a gasp that is threatening to leave your lips. Sure Joel has fucked you pretty much every which way, but there is something about right now that you are finding it so much harder to follow instructions. You just want to let him know how good he makes you feel.

And before you can fully let this thought circulate, Joel is pulling out of you painstakingly slow. The type of slow that almost hurts but also fills you with so much pleasure that you could forget your own name.

This is how he continues, this slow, painful pace. In and out of you. All the way from tip to base, each action feels like it could be a full minute of white hot pleasure. Joel holds your orgasm over your head like a pig with a carrot on a stick. Kept on a tight leash, with your lips also kept shut tight.

You're not sure how he is holding himself back at this point but, obviously, you don't question it. too scared of what would happen if you let anything escape your lips.

One particularly harsh thrust has his hips snapping into yours and involuntarily you are pushing your back into his, trying to get him even closer. Like that was possible.

This has him tutting at you and gripping your hips a bit rougher, "Like the way my dick fills you up baby?"

You want to answer, you really do but you just bite your lip instead. He seems to notice you holding back and laughs lightly at you.

Pulling out of you and flipping you around to face him. He pecks your forehead before lifting one leg around his hip. You almost lose your balance as he pushes you back into the wall, so you have at least a little bit of support.

"Let me give you what you really want." Joel says as he enters you once again. "Wanna see the look on your face as you cum on my dick, pretty girl."

Now he's pistoning you onto his dick, letting you feel as much of his length as he can with how tightly your leg is wrapped around him. Its like your body wants to keep him permanently inside of you, not like your brain disagrees though.

Just like that, a few thrusts later and you are getting closer to your orgasm. Your body giving in so easily and it's heightened state. You never knew how malleable morning sex would make you.

And as your vision is beginning to be clouded by stars and your stomach is tightening, a whimper escapes your lips before you can catch it. Joel's hips stop abruptly and so does your orgasm.

Your eyes snap open to meet his. They just stare back blankly, almost no emotion because you know what you did. You want to plead with him, maybe complain that you were close but you don't. Silence watches over you.

Joel sits there staring at you, member half inside of you. Your pussy clenches onto it, as if trying to urge him into giving in. But it isn't until you are dropping your eyes from his that he's leaning forward and capturing your lips in his own. He kisses you for a moment, slow and steady, still just warming his cock inside of you.

"I know you were close baby, but you knew the rules." He says in a way that it almost sounds like an apology. But that is long forgotten as he snaps his hip forward into you and hits your g spot in one perfect thrust.

The urge to moan again is intense that you are biting down on your lip. For a second you question if you would draw blood, but decide the pleasure is way important right now. As your head tosses back meeting the cool tile.

With how close your orgasm was before it isn't long before you are reaching your peak once again. Your stomach clenches again and vision blurs. Although this time you are conscious of the sounds you would normally make and hold them back. As the wave crashes over you and you are spasming into Joel's body.

Joel's strong arms hold you up as your legs go weak under you, the wet floor making it all too easy for you to just go down. The leg around his hips also loosens but he grips that thigh holding it there as he begins to chase his own orgasm.

The feeling of your walls clenching around him getting him dangerously close to his own peak. His teeth find your neck in an attempt to hold back his orgasm, not wanting to cum into you without a condom (or permission).

"Baby-" He grunts out, pain laced in his voice. You catch the tone immediately and try to find you feet. Although it takes you a second, in that second he is pulling out of you and stroking his dick in an attempt to reach his orgasm.

Without a second thought you are dropping to your knees and swatting his hands away replacing them with your own. The minute your mouth meets the tip of his member, he is shooting his load into your waiting cavern. Swallowing it all down as you stroke him slowly, working him through his high.

Joel's hands grip your hair as he comes down from his high. When he has come back down to earth, his fingers loosen and instead he is stroking your head in a comforting gesture.

Giving him another second to recover before you stand up to attach his lips to your own. Now he is melting into your touch as he tastes himself on your lips.

"I love you." This has you pausing and stepping back. You are sure you didn't hear him right. Seeing the look on your face a playful smile graces his own.

"Y/N I love you." Joel repeats.

"I-I love you too." You want to jump into his arms, but obviously you don't want to break your leg...or his.

"Why did you have to tell here?" Now you are hitting his chest, leaving the hand there, just needing to feel him. He laughs at your antics, but let's you continue, knowing you well enough to know you aren't done yet.

"I'm all wet and I just woke up. I have sex brain. Uh!" Another hit, this one has him grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him carefully.

"I feel like that's the perfect time." Joel says with a smile, leaning down to place a kiss on your pouting lips.

"I feel like that's the perfect time." You mock him which has him laughing again. Another kiss is placed on your lips, this one continues a bit longer as if he is savoring the feeling of yours on his.

The blush is evident on your cheeks but you aren't giving up, "Just finish up in here, I'm going back to bed." A huff and you are leaving the shower. Joel's laugh echoes behind you.

When you told Joel to finish up, you didn't think he would take this long. At this rate you should've just stayed in there and washed yourself too. Instead you have dried yourself off already and are sat crisscross on Joel's bed. His shirt adorning your body and a towel wrapped around your still damp hair.

You have a book resting on your legs as you read in silence. Hearing the water turn off in the bathroom, you smile down at your book knowing Joel will be out soon.

Just as the sink faucet is switched on, the front door opens and a familiar voice sounds out through the house. The bathroom door is all but slammed open at the booming voice. Joel stands there towel around his waist, toothbrush between his lips. A bit of toothpaste is threatening to spill out of the corner of his mouth and you bite back a smile.

"Tommy." Joel says, the words a bit muffled by the brush and paste in his mouth.

Your eyes widen. No you weren't scared to meet his brother, I mean you have technically met him before. It was just you wanted to make a semi good impression and well here you were in only your underwear.

But before you can make any change to that Tommy's footsteps are thudding down the hallway and the door to Joel's bedroom is swinging open, with not so much as a knock.

"Joel!" Tommy calls out just as his eyes drop to yours. You are quickly pushing your legs straight under the covers in any attempt to cover yourself.

Tommy's jaw drops, "You!" Your eyes stay open wide not sure what is going to come out of his mouth next. Joel stays stuck in the doorway, not sure what to do either.

Then Tommy laughs, like a whole belly laugh. Loud, resounding. He doubles over holding his stomach. That's how funny he finds this whole situation.

It's almost a minute before he is recovering from his fit, wiping the tears that formed in the corners of his eyes. Both you and Joel are still stood there in shock. Watching his brother with semi-concerned eyes.

"The girl from the bar!" Tommy points to you, then to Joel. "And you! You old dog. Joel's still got it, huh?" He nods as if he's just discovered something.

Another chuckle and he's looking back at you, "Damn."

"Tommy..." Joel tests the waters, still not fully sure what to say to him.

"This is, just wow!" Then Tommy does something that is even more astounding. He slow claps. Actually slow claps like he's in some movie.

He does this for a second or two before looking between you and Joel, nodding slowly. You clear your throat, trying to attempt anything to clear the awkward air of the situation.

"I'm Y/N, by the way." A tight smile comes with your words. Hand leaving its grip on your book to give a small wave to the man.

He's still nodding, "Tommy-" He weighs his words. "I'm gonna go." And with that he is turning on his heel.

Yelling a quick, "Good job big bro!", before the front door is closed behind him.

As soon as the lock is clicking, you and Joel turn to each other. Still in shock, before you are giggling.

"Well, were two for two on family first meetings. Got any other family members I could awkwardly meet?"

Joel smiles at you before he is retreating to bathroom to spit out his long forgotten toothpaste. Returning to the room , he crawls across the foot of the bed towards you, like a lion stalking his prey.

"No, but honestly that's the best it could've gone with Tommy so don't feel bad." A kiss to your lips.

"I don't feel bad, I feel embarrassed." You say as you trace a finger down his jaw. He melts into your touch.

"I mean look at me!" You gesture to your lack luster clothing... or lack of clothing.

Lust flashes behind his eyes, "I think you look sexy." You almost hit him again but hold back.

"Of course you do, I'm wearing your shirt."

Joel considers your words for a second, "Is that what it is? Sure it isn't how I'm still thinking about how badly I wanted to fill you with my cum earlier?"

Your jaw drops, actually drops at his words. But two can play at this game.

"So why didn't you?" Hands play with the hairs at the nape of his neck, a shiver runs down his spine.

"You," A poke to your nose, "were in no mindset to give me permission, pretty girl. Not to mention, you were keeping those pretty lips shut." As he mentions your lips, he glances down at them. You readjust your body so your tits brush his chest. Nipples hardening at the sensation.

"Now I'm thinking about how much I missed out." You try, wanting to get one response in particular from Joel.

"Well, what my baby wants, she gets." Joel says matter-of-factly. Grabbing your hips and pulling you to lay down beneath him. You feel his hardening member brush your thigh.

"Mr. Miller, already so hard again?" You question the sound of fake astonishment in your voice.

"Shut up and let the whole neighborhood hear how good I make you feel. Gonna get you so full of my cum, sugar."

Needless to say, neither you nor Joel left the bed that day.

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[mialikeshockey]

Dancing in the rain - Nico Hischier

“I don’t understand why we are doing this.” Nico states with his accent being very thick. “My mother always told me and my family, we would get sick from doing this.” He looks at me worried, knowing he doesn’t like being sick.

“You won’t understand, until you do it.” I grab his hand and run a bit faster out of the house. Nico and I have only been dating for about 2 years. He still hasn’t trusted me on this until seemingly now.

I walk out of the front door guiding Nico out the door. “Come on Neeks, the water isn’t gonna make you melt.” I laugh as he tries to stay inside. “You won’t, it’s okay.”

I stand next to him for a moment and get my phone out with my mini speaker and start playing Shake it off by Taylor Swift, knowing Nico likes dancing in the kitchen to this while we cook. As the song starts to play, he looks at me and smiles.

I grab Nico by the hand, and guide him into the rain. He looks nervous at first, taking seriousness to what his mother told him. “Come on, if we get sick at least we will be together and remember the fun.” He shakes his head and grabs my hand and starts dancing.

We both start laughing and he spins me around. Thunder in the background gets louder but me and Nico are too busy to pay attention. We continue to dance to the song until it finishes until one of the songs me and Nico both like starts playing.

Before Nico could say anything, lightning strikes. I giggle seeing Nico jump a bit. I lay down on our driveway, he lays next to me. “I kinda see what’s so special about the rain.”

“You don’t fully understand, my mom tells me differently than your mom did. She told me when it rains it’s the sky being sad, it’s like us. We shine one day and we rain the next, meaning we don’t always have to be happy. It’s okay to be sad also.” Nico sits there and smiles at me.

“I like that better.” He states getting up off the driveway. “Me too.” I follow him getting up also. “We are totally gonna be freezing tonight.” I giggle running in the house.

Nico runs to get us towels, I head to the kitchen and get some cookies we made from the night before and put them in the microwave for a minute to give us something warm. “Im gonna put some towels and blankets in the dryer to get them warm.” Nico says, taking the cookie I was about to put in my mouth out of my hand.

“Rude.” I flick his back and he turns around and gives me a kiss on my forehead. “Sorry angel.” He says smiling. “Yeah, sure.” I shake my head putting more cookies on the plate walking to our coffee table, sitting them down. I go change into one of Nicos hoodies and some pj pants and lay out another one of his hoodies and pants for him.

After we get settled, Nico cuddles up to me and eats his cookie while we watch The Flash. Weirdly, Nico loves the show. Not saying I don’t, I love the show. I never knew he would also, so it kinda became our show.

Nico starts drifting off about 30 minutes later and I rub his back and play with his hair until I also drift off.

I like the little moments in life when you can see the real world. I hope that me and Nico can now share that.

[willowser]

How much do I have to pay for more nerd Kiri?? CUZ I WILL

you see him again in the break room — which is odd, considering he's got his own on the other end of the building.

in the middle of reheating your lunch, staring dead-eyed into microwave as the seconds tick by, and then a little red blip is gracing the edges of your vision. when you look up from the 100-year-old creaking contraption, kirishima's back is turned — undoubtedly his back, considering the width — and his hands are fists at his sides and he's awkwardly shuffling back down the hall.

you pout a little, because you haven't been getting very far with him; all your attempts at flirting — both in person and over instant messenger — have gone either completely ignored or completely over his head, and you're starting to wonder if sero was just gassing you up as a prank. you wouldn't put it past him.

— but then he's back, facing you this time as he reenters the break room. the little wave he gives you is timid, as shy as the small up-turn of his lips.

"hey," you say conversationally, watching on as he nods and walks up to the cabinet above the microwave. kirishima peers inside for a long moment, like he can't find what he's looking for, though you have no idea what that could be. "forget something?"

"huh?" his eyes snap to you instantly, eyebrows raised. "no, no! i was just, uh, checking for, uh—" he shrugs then, taking a deep breath before offering you another smile. "how's the rubberband war going with hanta?"

"ugh, don't remind me," you roll your eyes as he laughs, quiet and cute. "it's 17 to 8 right now, and i'm surprised he hasn't taken out my eye yet."

"man," kirishima takes another long look into the cabinet before abandoning it to spin around and lean back against the counter. when he crosses his arms, you watch the material of his shirt strain over his biceps, the plush of his chest as he presses into his pecs. "you might wanna work on your aim."

"so i've been told," you stick your tongue out at him, lips curling when he has to look away in favor of scratching at the side of his thick neck, smiling at the floor. "you should help me, since you know how much of a menace he is."

"uh, yeah, i mean," he shrugs and pushing his glasses up his nose, having to blink when the lenses get too close to his long, dark eyelashes. "maybe i could make like, i don't know, a target or something on some sticky notes or—"

"no, lemme get some real practice in, by firing right at your cute little glasses here." when you gently tap the arm of them, his eyes shoot up to the ceiling, cheeks pink. all you get is a quiet uh. "c'mon, i'll make it worth your while. buy you a beer or something after work."

"nah, i can't—i can't let you do that."

you frown, feeling deflated once again. "why not?"

"because," the top button of his light blue shirt is undone and he fiddles with it for a moment, as he chews on his lip. "because i should be buying you the beer."

"okay," you grin and his eyes dart up, taking in the curve of your cheeks. "buy me one then."

"okay," the little laugh he lets out is full of nerves, but the smile on his face is charming, triumphant. "i've, uh, got dnd—or this, uh, game—sort of thing i play, or do, with my friends, but i can cancel!"

"oh, well, you have this 'game sort of thing that you do' at your house?" you grin again when he nods, cheeks red, and resist the urge to throttle him for being so fucking cute. "then why don't i have the beer at your place, so you don't have to cancel?"

"uh, no, no," kirishima's demeanor changes immediately as he stands straight, shaking his head as he stares down at his shoes. "no, it's, uh, kinda like—i don't know—weird, and i don't want you to have to sit through my nerd stuff."

"maybe i like nerd stuff," you bite your lip when he looks at you again, smothering another sultry little smile as his eyes zero in in your mouth. "dragons and elves and shit like that. after everybody leaves, we can play princess in a castle and you can be my knight in shining armor."

"uh," he laughs again, jittery, and takes a small step back when you try to lean into him. "i thought we were doing it—uh, doing the rubberband thing."

you can't help it; a small groan leaves your throat as you deflate. again. "kirishima, you're killing me here."

he exhales heavily, unable to even look at you as he speaks breathlessly. "sorry! uh, yeah, no, it starts at, um, 7 if you really wanna come."

"okay," you lightly tap your foot against his twice before turning back to the microwave, jabbing the numbers again because your food has surely gone cold at this point. "save me a seat, then."

"yeah, okay, i definitely will."

you can feel his eyes tracing over your profile, but if you have to look at his big, crimson eyes or pink cheeks any longer, you'll lose your mind, and so you direct your smile at the microwave. unceremoniously, he awkwardly shuffles around you, shoulders tense as he makes an abrupt exit.

— but he turns, suddenly, and when you look up, he's got one hand in his hair, gripping it lightly.

"did you really wanna do the princess thing or—i could, i don't know—" he turns away one last time when you can't help but to giggle, barely suppressing his own smile as you call out to him that, yes, you would love to do the princess thing, with him.

[cameronspecial]

would you please consider making a 2nd part to The Other Drew maybe them going on reading dates and him bringing her lunch to work, her coming to his games 🥹

The Other Y/N (Part 2)

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Sex, Swearing and Stealing

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.5K

Masterlist

The screams of the crowd overwhelm the girl and she really wants to leave, but the need to be here for her boyfriend overrides any instinct to run. Her seat is close enough to the court that she can clearly see the sweat dripping off of his face as he plays. No matter how many times Drew tries to explain the rules of basketball to her, she still has no clue what is going on. The blow of a whistle for a foul stops the game and the crowd quiets as Drew gets ready to take the shot. The bouncing ball draws everyone's attention. He takes a second to look in Y/N’s direction and the confidence in her eyes gives him the courage to throw the ball. 

The ball circles the edge of the rim, going round and round before falling through the centre of the hoop. A loud horn sounds to announce the end of the game and the whole court goes crazy with celebration. The rest of the players turn to congratulate him, but his attention is fully on her. He runs into the stands and once he reaches her, he picks her up in his arms. “I couldn’t have done it without you, Darling. You are my lucky charm,” he announces, spinning them around in a laugh. She gives him a massive grin and brings their lips together. He finally puts her down and with her encouragement, he goes to celebrate with his teammates. 

———

After a night out celebrating with his team and an early morning celebrating together without clothes on, Y/N has to wake up early to head to work. A naked Drew groans, rolling over to watch her put some clothes on. He doesn’t comment on the fact that she is putting on one of his sweatpants and t-shirts; his closet is practically hers now anyway. “Why are you up? Come back to bed, Darling,” he groans, reaching an arm out to tug her closer to his bed. She gives a little giggle as he pulls her onto the bed and wraps a leg around her waist so she can’t escape. She tries to wiggle out of his grasp, “Baby, you know I have to go to work. Now, please let me go. I promise I will be back in your bed before you know it.” He gives a little sigh in defeat. “Fine, I’ll let you go. But I want you to pick out the next book we read together. We are done with The Midnight Library and it’s your turn to pick.” She nods, “Okay, I will. Anything in specific we are in the mood for?” 

“Hmmm, maybe a Greek mythology retelling. The one I’m reading in my Mythology literature course is boring as fuck.”

“Sounds good. I’ll try to see if I can find something more interesting.” 

———

Y/N is helping a little girl choose a book when Drew walks into the store. “How about this one? It’s about a princess with magical powers?” she suggests, holding up a book with a princess on the cover. A grin spreads across the girl’s face. She grabs the book with thanks and runs off to her mom. Y/N smiles, heading back to the front desk to see her boyfriend waiting for her with a paper bag. 

“Hey Baby, what are you doing here?” she asks. She leans over the counter to give him a quick kiss on the lips. He holds up the back so she can read the logo, “Brought us some food to share, Darling. When can you take your break?” She looks towards the clock and does a little math in her head. “Aww, thank you. Bianca is coming back from her breaking in five so we can head to the back then,” she determines, starting to get back to work with scanning the new inventory. He nods at her statement and goes to look around the store. When Bianca returns, Y/N takes Drew to the employee break room. 

The store isn’t very big, so the break room is really just the stock room with lockers, a fridge, a microwave, and a small table pushed into a corner. As soon as they sit down at the table, Drew is sure to pull her chair close to his so he can wrap his arm around her waist. She takes out their burgers and rips the bag open to have easy access to the large fries inside. They begin to eat in a comfortable silence. “Have you found a book to read yet?” he breaks the silence. She finishes chewing her food before answering, “Yeah, I was thinking of Circe by Madeline Miller. I’ve seen some pretty good stuff about it on Instagram and I liked the Song of Achilles.” 

“I’ve actually been thinking about picking that up myself. Some girl in my class was talking about it the other day. Good choice, Darling. Do you guys have it in stock  or do you need me to pick it up before tonight?” 

“No, we have it so I can get it once my shift is over. What are your plans for the rest of the day?” 

“Austin and I are going to watch a movie, so if I don’t respond to your text that’s probably why.

“What movie are you watching?”

“Not sure. We are going to choose at the theatre. What time are you off? Should I pick you up?”

“I’m done at four, but Bianca can give me a ride. I’ll just meet you at your house. I’m sorry, Baby. We gotta wrap it up. My break is almost over.”

———

The frat is filled with rowdy boys all having a laugh when Y/N comes back after work. She greets most of the boys, yet she doesn’t stop to talk to any of them because she knows where the one person she wants to talk to is. Like always, the back deck is decorated with fairy lights and a red and white checkered blanket is laid out on the floor. Pillows and charcuterie boards litter the blanket. Drew stops rearranging a board at the sound of the sliding door opening. 

“Hi Darling, how was work?” he welcomes, settling himself on a pillow so she can lie down on him. She rests her head on his stomach, “It was fine. Nothing special happened. Having you come for lunch was the highlight of my day.” He smiles at her words. “It was the highlight of my day too, Darling. I love you,” he moves the hair away from her temple and gives her a kiss. She takes out the book from her tote, “I love you too. Can you read first, please? I miss the sound of your voice.” His smile turns into a grin and he takes the book from her hands. Her head turns on his stomach, so she can look at his face and her ear is pressed against him. He starts to read from the book. They take turns reading and feeding whoever is reading until both of their eyes feel droopy. They call it a night, packing everything up before heading up to his room. 

———

Drew never thought his girlfriend would be by his side right now. It is the night before his game against his big rival team and they find themselves sneaking into the team’s storage closet. “I can’t believe you are doing this with me,” he whispers while picking the lock. Her mouth finds the shell of his ear, “I can’t let you do this by yourself. Plus, their cheerleaders were jerks to me last time you had a game with them.” 

“How come you didn’t tell me? I would’ve had a word with them.”

“It’s okay. I saw the head cheerleader fall on her face when you were in the changing room. It was funny. Now, hurry up before we get caught.”

He finishes with the lock and she runs inside to get the mascot costume. “Hey, you aren’t supposed to be here!” a voice yells from behind them. They turn to see a security guard running their way and he takes her hand into his. They start running toward the exit. When they get to the outdoors, they look for places to hide and come up empty. The only thing Drew can think to do is something he saw in a movie. He gently spins her against the wall and places his hand above her head. His finger lifts her chin up. His lips capture hers and they start making out. The security guard quickly shines his flashlight in their face before moving on to look in another direction. 

The giggles they let out when he leaves probably give them away, but they don’t care. They run to his car while laughing like maniacs. “I can’t believe we got away with this,” she awes, looking at the mascot suit in the backseat. He gives her a quick kiss, “I still can’t believe you did this. It’s like you are a completely other Y/N.” 

“What can I say? I have multiple sides to my personality.” 

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 18

Michael Myers + Bondage/Shibari

I love Michael so much, I want to put him in the microwave. Let me know if you guys want a continuation of this ;)))

Kinktober list.

You panted as you stood on shaky legs, fear running through your body as you stared down at the man at your feet. It was Halloween night, and it seemed that Michael Myers had returned after being gone for years, and you happened to be one of his victims. You had escaped when he first tried to kill you, leaving you with a cut on your arm but alive.

He found again later that night and chased you down, cutting down whoever was in his way as he zeroed in on you. You had heard stories of how he couldn’t be killed, so you had ignored the gun in your bedside table, and in your panicked state you had grabbed the brightly colored rope under your bed.

After you came face to face with Michael again, you cursed yourself for how dumb you had been for grabbing rope of all things, what were you even gonna do with it. Michael seemed to pause and tilt his head at you, his darkened eyes locked on the long bundle of rope in your hands.

After he came at you again, you had gotten the knife knocked out of his hand and the two of you on the ground. You ran on autopilot, and with the skills of a pro you had wound the rope around his arms, over his chest, down between his legs and around them. You jumped to your feet and watched as Michael tried to thrash, his legs tied behind his back and thighs forced open by the knot you had used.

Never before had you thought your interest in rope in the bedroom would actually be useful, but here you were, the shape of Haddonfield at your mercy. Michaels movements came to a sudden stop, and he grew still, his breathing audible through his mask as he stared up at you, an unknown heat gathering throughout his body as he flexed his muscles, pulling just slightly at the ropes.

You knew you should run away, maybe even call the cops, but you couldn’t help but really take in the sight before you. With the ropes around him, you were somewhat able to see the body that was hidden behind the blue coveralls. The ropes were wound under his pecs, drawing the coveralls tight and making the muscle visible.

Parts of rope were also caged around his crotch, and when you let your eyes roll down between the killers’ legs you couldn’t control the shocked expression that drew across your face. He was hard, very hard from the looks of it, a large bulge straining against the fabric. Now that you thought about it you had never heard him pant before, and the rise and fall of his chest made sense.

You couldn’t help but chuckle a little, who would have thought that the shape of Haddonfield, Michael Myers, was into being tied up. A thrill ran down your spin at this knowledge, and had it been any other time you would be salivating at having such a powerful man under your control. But you weren’t dumb enough to get down and dirty with the man who had just tried to kill you. No matter how hard seeing him writhing and wriggling around made you.

Taking a step back, you slowly backed out of the room into the kitchen where you grabbed your phone and quickly called the authorities. On your livingroom floor Michael writhed, muscles straining against the bindings now that you weren’t there you watch him. The need to kill you had been replaced with something else, and he needed you to come back and stand above him again, a deeper part of his mind wanting you to grab and use him, the thought confusing him as he had never felt like this before.

When you came back into the room, he stopped his struggling and stilled, watching you closely as you edged along the sides of the room, keeping your eyes on the large man tied up on your floor. The two of you were silent, except for Michael’s panting, and soon the sound of police cars could be heard approaching.

Giving Michael one last glance to make sure he wouldn’t move, you made your way to the front door and let the police inside. They quickly made their way inside, but fear and something you could only call arousal bubbled inside you when you heard them say he was gone. Rushing into your livingroom you saw the spot Michael had once been in was empty, but it was obvious he had been there from all the blood and destroyed furniture.

As a detective pulled you to a police cruiser to question you, Michael stood away in the shadows holding what was left of the colorful rope you had tied him with, that he had had to destroy to get away from the police. you had the sinking feeling this wouldn’t be the last time you saw Michael Myers.

[lttl3babybug]

Hello! I would like to request a oneshot with CG!Husk putting a Baby!Regressor!Reader to bed. Like he makes reader a bottle while holding them and they babble the entire time. Then they lay down in bed until they finish their milk and fall asleep snuggling. If not that's totally okay! I hope you have a good day/night!

Thank you for the request! Hope you enjoy!!

Warm Milk and Snuggles

Going through your usual bedtime routine with Husk was your favourite part of the day and although he wouldn’t admit it, it was his too. It always starts the same. Husk sees you sat in front of the tv snuggled up to your favourite blankie, watching as your eyes start to slowly droop closed and you have to fight to stay awake.

He scoops you up in his arms and, despite your protests and whining, takes you to the kitchen. You’re left on his hip muttering about how you’re not tired and other nonsense, “not sleepy huh? Oh well, that’s a shame. Cause only sleepy babies get to snuggle in bed and I guess if you’re not sleepy…” Husk would tease gently shrugging a little. You fell silent, thinking about this statement before deciding to continue with your babbling about how tired you were and how you needed all the kisses and cuddles in the world to make you feel better!

Soft laughs left Husk as he continued on making your bottle, he placed it in the microwave and watched it spin around for about 30 seconds before taking it out and tipping a tiny bit of the warm milk onto his wrist. Just right. With a soft hum and a sway in his step, Husk was carrying you off to bed while your fingers tangled up in his fur, “soft…” you muttered, once again fighting to keep your eyes open.

The bed was made perfectly for you, blankets galore and stuffed animals everywhere, something Husk had grown accustomed to, he lay you down and booped your nose with a soft giggle before sitting down next to him. He’d pull you into his lap and coax your paci out of your mouth, before you could start to whine the bottle was placed in your mouth and the warm liquid was running down your throat. A calming sensation taking over your body while Husk praised you and gently caressed your face. He kept the bottle in your mouth till your eyes started to close and you began to try and push away.

The bottle came out and the paci went back in, he’d snuggled you up in the blankets and watch as you slowly drift off to sleep. That was one of Husk’s favourite parts of the day.

[generic-sonic-fan]

Why the heck E-123 Omega fascinates me so much

Look I'm not going to lie to you the reason I love Omega so much is that his canon writing is actually pretty lazy. They needed a "Heavy" character to pair with Shadow and Rouge so the writers had them stumble into a robot in the basement who's Gamma's half cousin-brother-something.

Hey player, remember that robot who had an arc and turned good in Sonic Adventure? let's just do that but again. don't worry about it don't think about it too hard.

Except the writers got even lazier this time around and his ENTIRE POTENTIAL CHARACTER ARC is summarized in one line by Rouge's dialogue, "You're mad at Eggman for sealing you in this room" (Sonic Heroes, 2003). Gamma's entire character arc, summarized neatly for the player, so they can start the platforming sections as soon as possible. It's videogame writing. It's not supposed to be a literary masterpiece, so it makes sense that they're borrowing on a concept that a fan of the Sonic games would have seen before if they'd payed Sonic Adventure.

Except, in the attempt to be as lazy as possible, they accidentally created a new type of character that hasn't been explored before??

Because Omega is NOT Gamma. Omega couldn't possibly be more different from Gamma! One destroys Eggman robots to bring about peace, the other as an act of war. One is quiet and contemplative, the other loud and brash. One chooses to cease existing, while the other so desperately wants to live. One is gentle and kind, and the other is just so angry.

In a franchise full of themes about the responsibility of creators to not cause harm with or to their creations, it's baffling to me that Omega is just dropped into the narrative and then promptly forgotten about. There's so many implications with Omega that would be fascinating to dig into from a fan perspective!

What made him the way that he is? Why is he so different from Gamma, so furious?

Now that he's out of the basement, how will he learn about the world outside?

How does his perspective of his origin from Eggman color his experiences and beliefs about things?

This guy has never had a friend before. How does he react to that?

How does he, an ex-Eggman robot designed to kill supersonic hedgehogs, interact with Sonic, the person he was likely designed to kill? Moreover, how does Sonic react to him in return?

Does Omega ever get lonely, as the only robot amongst organics?

How does he relate to Shadow, who was also made as a living weapon?

Meanwhile, trying to get him to show vulnerability is like pulling teeth. It takes a herculean effort to get him to show anything other than the front he puts up. Why's he putting up this front? What could get him to let down this front, even if just for a moment?

(for fuck's sake he's a tsundere. This should be at least a popular topic to explore, shouldn't it?)

And look, I understand. The reason that Omega hasn't been explored nearly as much Shadow is because he's been in less games and, when he has been in games, he's written as a one-note comic relief. But. . . so has Knuckles. So has Amy. So has Sonic. So has Rouge. . . the list goes on, yet the fandom lovingly embraces complex fan characterizations for them. But some fans continue to see Omega as a non-character. Which, as I've just explained, is baffling to me, because this guy has so much potential and transformative fan works are a place to explore that potential.

TL;DR: funny gun robot spin in my brain like he's in microwave despite the intentions of the Sonic Heroes writers. hehe. Go vote for Omega in the Team Dark poll.

MLA Citation for Fern:

Sonic Team, "Sonic Heroes". Sega, 3 December 2003, as cited from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X6-SWVIr274

@fernsnailz

[klarex]

I'm not really proud of this, but I hope you will like it.

Genre: fluff

Warnings: swearing, playful ghouls and ghoulettes, mention of horror movies

Summary: Ghoulettes wanted to play some board games with you, but it end up being a movie night with all the ghouls.

Paring: Sodo/Dewdrop Ghoul x reader

Fun night

Pov. Y/n

Me and the girls decided to spend some time together. We were sitting on a couch in the ghoul common room, playing different board games.

- UNO!

Cirrus shouted as she put her card down, leaving one in her hand. I saw Cumulus cheeks turn red with anger.

- You are cheating!

Cumulus yelled and crossed arms on her chest, pouting. I laughed along with Sunshine as Cumulus gave Cirrus a death stare.

- What the fuck is happening here?!

We heard Swiss voice and I laughed even harder.

- We are playing uno.

Cirrus said calmly, looking at multi ghoul. I finally caught my breath and we continued playing. Swiss watched us and joined after a while.

••

After a few rounds, lots of yelling and laugher we stopped playing uno and started a new game. Twister.

- Guys.. please not this game..

I protested, but they seem to ignore it and start the game. Sunshine grabbed a spin roulette.

- Okey Swiss. Right hand on red.

She said and Swiss crouched down to touch the red circle.

••

The game went on and on, and I ended under Swiss and on top of Cumulus.

- (Y/n).

Sunshine said and I looked up at her with eyes that screamed help-! She giggled and looked at a mat we were on.

- I'm sorry.. Left leg yellow.

- ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

I tried to reach for it, but end up falling and taking everyone on the floor with me. We all started laughing until we heard a loud and long groan.

I looked up to see Sodo walking our way with a grumpy face.

- Hey Sod-

He didn't let me finish and pulled me out from underneath the ghouls. He dragged me on a couch to sit on his lap. His hands tightly wrapped around my waist as his nose nuzzled into my neck.

I heard girls laughing and looked up at them. I rolled my eyes and throw my head backwards to lay on his chest. The comforting heat from my boyfriend already surrounding me.

- Babe... Did something happen?

I whispered to him, but he shook his head no. I sighed and locked his fingers with mine. His tail slowly wrapped around my leg and I felt him place a small kiss on my neck. Swiss cleared his throat and we all looked at him.

- What do you guys think about watching a movie?

Swiss said and pointed at a TV in front of the couch. We all nodded and Cumulus grabbed the remote.

- But... do you have any ideas of what we could watch?

- Oh! What about a horror movie?

Sunshine said and Cirrus clapped her hands.

- Are you reading my mind, Sun?

Cirrus said, laughing. We all sat on a couch except Swiss. He was standing in front of us.

- I thought I will go tell the others that we are having a movie night. I will be back in 5.

Swiss said and quickly ran out of the room.

- I think we will need some snacks then.

I said and tapped Sodo's hands to tell him to pull them off of my waist. He let me go with a hesitation and I quickly stood up.

I walked into the kitchen, opened the microwave and put a bag of popcorn in it. I turned it on and took a bag of chips and 2 bowls. I throw chips into one bowl and waited for the popcorn to be ready.

After a minute or so the microwave beeped and I took the popcorn out and poured it into the other bowl. I took both of them and went back to the living room.

I gave the bowls to the ghoulettes who happily took them. I went back to the kitchen and grabbed two bags of gummybears and poured them in a smaller bowl. I grabbed a drink I did for myself earlier and walked back to the couch.

I saw that Sodo was laying in a more comfortable position for us to cuddle and for all the ghouls to fit on the couch. I put my drink on a coffee table and sat in between Sodo's legs. I grabbed a bowl with gummybears and I lay down on my boyfriend's chest. His big hands squeezed my hips and wrapped around my waist. His tail already wrapped around my leg protectively.

I happily put one jelly in my mouth. Sodo grabbed my chin and lifted it so he can kiss me. His lips smashed against mine and moved in hungry motions. He licked my bottom lip to ask for a entrance that I immediately gave to him. Using his forked tongue he pulled the gummybear out of my mouth it into his and he smirked proudly. I pouted and when I was about to say something Swiss came back with Aether, Rain and Mountain.

- Hi there!

Aether said and jumped on a couch. Rain and Mount waved and sat next to each other on the couch.

- I see you brought snacks..

Swiss said smiling. I nodded and felt Sodo's nose in my hair. He purred softly as I gently rubbed his leg with my thumb.

Everyone sat or lay down and we started watching the movie.

••

When a killer attacked from around the corner, I jumped slightly and heard Sunshine squeak. Sodo chuckled and kissed my head. I turned myself to face him and he looked down at me.

- Yes, sweetheart?

He whispered and I caressed his cheek. He smiled and I leaned in. I pressed my lips to his and heard him hum. His tail rubbed on my back and his hands were tightly wrapped around my waist.

- Get a room you two!!

We heard Cumulus and Swiss shouts, followed by their laughs. We immediately pulled away and I looked down, blushing. Sodo looked at ghouls and frowned his eyebrows. They rolled their eyes and we went back to watching a movie.

••

- Aether. Why don't you share?

Rain whispered and I looked at them. Aether held a bowl of his favorite chips close to his chest, securing it from others with his arms. He growled and clasped the bowl tighter. I rolled my eyes and moved my bowl to the water ghoul.

- Rain.

I whispered, catching his attention. He looked at me and I moved the bowl closer to him. He smiled and nodded his head. He put a few gummybears in his mouth and looked back at the TV.

- AAAHH!

Rain yelled when he focused at a movie again and a dark person jumped on the screen. Sodo squeezed my waist a little and I leaned on his chest. I pecked his cheek and his warm aura gets hotter. I giggled and put one jelly in his mouth.

••

When the movies ended there were no longer any snacks or drinks and most of the ghouls were peacefully sleeping. Me and Sodo carefully got up and quickly ran into Sodo's room.

When I closed the door behind me Sodo immediately pinned me into them and kissed me hard. Our tongues danced together as his tail wrapped around my waist. I pushed him back so we can both lay on the bed without breaking the kiss.

We landed on the bed with me on top of Sodo. He put a blanket over us both. His one hand softly rubbing my back as his tail was still wrapped around my waist. His warmth making me feel safe and wanted in his arms. He kissed my forehead and I felt myself drifting off.

- Goodnight, love..

♡masterlist♡

[darkbluekies]

Silas asks #6

Previous one Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3 Warnings: bruises, unhealthy relationships, mentions of marking silas up

What if I made silas a angry steak with vinegar 😡ok that sounded werid but here's the angry steak recipe 😂vinagear sauce, microwave that steak

He'll make sure all of your meals are cooked in dishwater.

What if after the "basement session" Silas find out that now the little thing has a really strong self harm tendencies? Like she start to bite herself, physical abuse herself and not only that! She start to call herself "dirty" (or smt) and her self esteem start to go down very fast. Is Silas will help s/o with it or he'll like it? Hope not the second option <;;:(

Of course he'll hate it :( he doesn't like when you're hurt, hence why he uses the basement as a punishment and not something physical. He hates to see painful marks on your body. He loves to see you painted in bruises, but not the ones that hurt. He'll make sure to tell you how beautiful and worthy you are so make sure that you know how much you mean to him. He'll dress you up in soft, fluffy clothes until you look like a marshmallow to make sure you won't hurt yourself.

"Come here, little thing, fuck, I love you so much. Please don't think like that. You know I don't want you to be hurt. I'll make sure you get well, I'll even call a doctor if you want ... I'll do anything to make sure you're happy, okay? Tell me what to do."

I was re reading your Valentine’s Day post with and I was wondering if he would be the type of yandere to buy his darling lots of clothes and made her spend hours trying them on in front of him? Ps you’re my favourite blog on this app, your writing is amazing and I’m always excited for your next post

[I did two valentines, but I'm guessing that you mean Silas? Thank you so much, btw that makes me so happy <3]

Of course he's the type to make you into his personal little runway model. He'll sit back in a chair and watch with dark eyes, loving everyhting you put on.

"And spin ... good job. I like that one. We'll get that one. What do you mean 'it's short'? It's supposed to be. I'm the only one who will see it anyway, so why does it matter? Try next one. I'm enjoying this."

Hey how are you? I just came back from school and was watching in the gym and saw some kids practicing taekwondo, so I was wondering how would Silas react to his darling knowing taekwondo and can be his ass? Would he be amused or frustrated I just wanted to know cuz I kept thinking about it for about an hour before saying it now. I hope you had a good day :) -new anon

[I'm doing good, thank you!!]

He'd be both frustrated and amused. He would be able to playfight with you and not have to worry about you hurting yourself, but he'd be worried that you would be able to escape him easier now. If you weren't showing any signs of running away, he'd not think much about it and would enjoy getting lessons from you. If you could teach him how to be as good as you, he'd be able to protect himself and you better.

"Like this? No? Y/N, seriously, teach me. Stop playing around."

How would Silas react to a reader with a bad light sensitivity disorder? Like irlen syndrome? I have it and it realy makes me feel isalated as no one elce i have met has had it in eny form (and i have move a LOT) if u dont want to do that what about an s/o who has dislexia? (As u can probarly gess i have that to. Life is so cruel 🥲)

Whatever problem you might be facing, whether it be physical or mental, he will be there for you. If you feel that it's hard to use your eyes, he will go to every doctor to try to find some kind of glasses to help you and if there are none, he'll be your eyes. The same with spelling and reading. He'll do everything for you. You don't have to lift a pretty finger :)

I would've spent all of babygirl silas money the first day tbh

my eye is twitching at that nicknAME

Hii I just read white bunny and I thought it was so good! It got me thinking about whether Silas would carry on treating the reader gently if they improved mentally or if he would go back to the way he was treating them before they ran away?

He would continue to treat them like he is. He's terrified of hurting you again and since you seem so happy when he treats you like this ... then he'll continue. Whatever you want, he'll do for you, don't worry about it. He's here for you ... always.

Hear. me. out.What if darling (s/o? Still don't know difference) ENJOY being in a basement (I am talking about Silas by the way) I mean, they (sorry i forget if s/o (darling) has a gender) think it's something like a minute just for them. No talking, no these annoying "baby" or "little thing", no forced touching. Just you ...and cold floor.

He'll be so pissed and change his tactics. You're not supposed to like his punishments! So you like the dark and quiet? No more of that. He'll be cuffing you two together and talking to you nonstop about how perfect you are and how he's going to keep you for as long as he wants to, aka really getting into your head.

I kinda want to bite Silas, he seem so chewy and acidic, green sour patch kid, especially his cheek, let me bite Silas, I need to bite Silas-

I mean ... he'd 100% like it so go ahead, leave some marks while you're at it.

[cupcakeslushie]

Who’s your favorite turtle in canon and in your separated au?

Oof this is so hard. Donnie is probably my immediate answer for both canon and the sep!au cause he was my fav from the beginning, but Leo is like neck and neck with him after his arc in the movie. I just wanna put them both in my microwave brain and watch them spin around. And Raph and Mikey are just wittle cuties I could wrap up in blankets and smoosh their cheeks. Rise is such a good show in that usually I would have no issue picking my fav, but the boys are so well fleshed out and unique that it makes it harder to choose. I love all of them!

I do have to say though Leo and Donnie I give more of the struggles and Raph and Mikey get more of the snuggles.

[ghosts-and-apple-pie]

Okay, so the concept of Michael somehow ending up in the foster system has been spinning around in my brain like a little dish in the microwave for the past several hours, but I can't draw so I've reached the conclusion that it's time to try and dust off my old creative writing skills to get this out of my brain-

Welcome to my foster kid Michael AU that's a result of my foster kid ass wanting more foster kid rep that *isn't* just ones who run away from every home and eventually find The Good One(tm)

CW for mentions of death because this takes place shortly after the bite of '83.

~~~

Fourteen-year-old Michael sat in the social worker's office at his middle school. It wasn't his first time here, not by a long shot. Honestly, you'd think he would be used to it by now. To an extent, he is- he knows the routine of things he's meant to say, the list of things his father has told him to lie to the DCFS caseworkers about, the same questions repeated every time.

"Are you eating well?

"Yes."

"..and sleeping well?"

"Yes."

"Do you feel safe at home?"

"Yes."

Michael isn't completely lying. Yeah, his home life isn't great. He knows that. He knows it could be better, but he's happy with life the way it is. Besides, he's got a roof over his head and a bed- plus, some kids have it worse. Honestly, all he has to do is stay out of his dad's way when he's upset. That's not that bad, right?

"Okay.." the caseworker nods, writing down a few notes on her clipboard.

Michael knows this is typically the point where they determine nothing is wrong, and the interview ends. He's been through this song and dance one too many times. He grabs his backpack and starts to put it on.

"Can I go back to class now?" he asked, although he wasn't waiting for an answer. He was already up, standing by the door, his backpack slung over one shoulder.

"Actually, I have a few more questions for you, if you wouldn't mind sitting back down, Michael," the caseworker replied calmly.

Michael hated how calm every caseworker on Earth was. They act so casual, like if you don't say one wrong thing your whole life won't be uprooted. he sighed and sat back down.

"I had a few questions regarding your father's diner. Can you tell me about it?"

This was a new one. Michael was not prepared to answer this- what's the right thing to say here? He thought about it for a moment. It's not his house, so whatever he says should be fine, right? It's not like they can put him in a foster home because his dad's a garbage businessman, right?

"I uh- okay, well.. My dad usually brings.. or uh, brought, I guess.. Evan and me to the diner while he worked- it had pizza and an arcade and stuff, so we were fine. We'd always have other kids to talk to, too" he hesitantly replied, trying his best to frame their family's diner in the best light possible.

"And did you feel safe there?"

Michael hesitated. Did he feel safe there? He knows she wants to hear yes. That's the answer they always want. That's the answer he decides he should give.

"...Yes..?"

It came out far less confident than Michael had hoped, but he's hoping she'll buy it. There's a few other questions asked, but they're all a blur, really. Stuff about Evan, stuff about the animatronics, stuff about whether or not there were adult employees watching them.

Michael walks out of the room around half an hour later, unsure of what to think of all the extra questions he was asked. That's never happened before, but then again, his brother dying was a pretty big deal. That was his fault though, not his dad's! They can't take him away for that, right?

"Right..?" he thought to himself, standing in front of his grandparents' house with a duffel bag full of his stuff less than a week later.

~~~

I will for sure be writing more soon!! Just had to yell my thoughts into a void somewhere, get 'em out into the world. Thank you for reading this far!!

[afticxs]

TWILIGHT GEARS chapter one

light poked in through your bedroom curtains, making you stir from your slumber. a large exhale exhausted from your lungs and you looked around, confused.

usually, your dad woke you up, at the same time, without fail. it was way past two in the afternoon. your dad gets you up at nine fifteen every single day. you looked around, sorting out your bed head as much as you could without your usual components.

stumbling out of bed, you limped out of your bedroom, still dazed with sleep, and padded your way towards your father’s room at the end of the hall.

“dad?” your head peaked in, scanning his perfectly made bed. it was the same as he left it yesterday. you huffed, maybe he was downstairs..

rushing down the hall, passing by doors and lively objects that decorated the otherwise lonely house. your feet thudded on the wooden stairs as you jogged down them, swinging around the banister post as you called out for your dad again.

you turned your head to look over your shoulder, the rest of your body swivelling as you walked into your kitchen. everything remained untouched. muttering to yourself, you picked up the house phone on the counter. he hadn’t left you a voicemail or anything.

you were so confused.

he would’ve let you know if he was staying overtime for the day shift. your frowned, dialling his work phone. you held it up to your ear for about a minute before it went to voicemail.

“hi dad.. um where are you? just wanna make sure you’re okay, call me when you get this. bye, love you.”

you put the phone back down and sighed. i’m reading into it too much.. you thought, sitting down and turning on the tv. you flicked through channels until you came across footloose and put the remote on the coffee table.

bringing your legs up to your chest, you tucked your chin into your knees. you refused to think about your supposedly missing dad. you already thought he was missing, for pete’s sake! he’s still at work, you tell yourself.

you remain on the couch until footloose finishes, finally getting up to be productive. you hadn’t even brushed your teeth today!

you don’t remember a lot. you’ve never been outside the house, as far as you know. well, you have. once. you snuck out after seeing an advert on tv about freddy fazbear’s pizza. you begged your dad to let you go, but he was so persistent about keeping you inside.

he claimed that there were bad people out to get you. also that you had a fragile heart, which is why you can’t remember anything before your thirteenth birthday. that’s what your dad said.

so you snuck out when he was holed up in his study–this was before he worked the day shift. you briefly thought about the hospital staff giving your dad back the night shift, however he would’ve been asleep. in his empty bed.

you stole a few bucks off of the counter and left.

your dad found you shortly after, you didn’t even get to finish your pizza as he dragged you into the car and sped home. you remember his lecture carrying on until you got home.

you can’t leave the house, i instilled these rules to keep you safe, you have everything you need at home, you��re fragile and deathly sick. anything could cause something catastrophic. nobody knows what happened to you. nobody can know your face.

your dad was such a worry wart.

you find leftover lasagne to put in the microwave and watched it spin, boredom finally settling in. you sighed, looking at the clock. it read 04:27.

what the hell. actually, what the hell.

you began to grow nervous. what if he grew tired of you and left? dealing with your poor health must’ve taken a toll on him.

you frowned, suddenly not hungry and walking away towards the stairs. your feet dragged your body up the stairs and you shuffled towards your room.

you were never in your pyjamas for so long, you’re dad said staying in your bed clothes was pure laziness. so you changed.

it was a fairly hot evening, so you pulled on a pair of denim shorts and a basic top. while you were upset that your dad was gone, you could use this as an opportunity to explore.

after slipping your socked feet into your boots and tying them up, you found your dad’s money jar that was left on his desk. you pulled out a couple bucks, maybe ten and went on your merry way.

you liked freddy’s. the pizza was seriously enjoyable. it felt like a luxury, stepping anywhere outside that wasn’t your garden was a luxury.

you pulled open the door to the pizzeria, stepping through and being hit in the face with screaming kids. some ran around, squealing and laughing while three singing animatronics performed for the calmer ones who listened to the music.

weaving between the tables, you nervously shuffled up to the counter. you were taller than you were five years ago which mean you could see over the counter better this time.

“hi,” you smiled at the employee who smiled back, clearly tired of their shift, “hello, what can i get you today?”

like last time, you requested a cheese pizza and were told that if you sat on the spare table, someone would bring out your pizza.

after pulling out the cash you pocketed and paying, you settled in one in the corner as all the window seats being taken up. your fingers drummed unrelentingly, giving you something to do while you bided your time.

the children rushing past your table made you smile. they were so.. happy. they were free to do whatever they wanted without a paranoid parent telling them to stay inside all the time.

then, you sighed. was it bad that you were starting to think that your dad being away was good? just because you have freedom now. he wasn’t a horrible dad, no he was amazing. he just cared. a lot. too much.

the pizza you ordered being delivered to your table was what broke you out of your chain of thought. you thanked the waitress and immediately picked out a slice.

you chewed on the slice, enjoying the mozzarella in your mouth. a satisfied smile settled on your lips as you finished the crust. you got through about three slices and started a fourth before someone slide into the couch infront of you.

you placed down your half eaten pizza slice and looked at the boy who had a smirk on his face. he leant back, getting comfortable and you took the time to look at his nametag.

michael, s-m.

tilting your head, you waited for the employee to speak first.

“hey,” he started, “what’s your name, stranger?”

you look at him weirdly, but answer his question nonetheless, “y/n.”

michael smiled and pointed to his badge, “as you can already see, my name is michael.”

your shoulders jumped momentarily as you breathed in a bit too hard, “what does s-m stand for?”

michael rolled his eyes, “schmidt-afton, i prefer my ma’s name, though. my pa reeks.”

letting your tongue leave the roof of your mouth, you tutted accidentally, “ah.”

“why’re you here by yourself?”

your lips parted to make way for a breath before speaking, “i’m eating..” your eyes drifted back to your pizza slice. michael then scoffed a laugh, “obviously, but by yourself? that’s a whopping two thousand calories you’re consuming, pounds of oil too..”

“yeah,” you shrugged, picking your slice up and biting into your food again. there was silence between the two of you, the awkwardness only michael picked up on. why would you? the only interactions you’ve ever had are with your dad.

with a clearance of his throat, michael decided to start up a conversation again, “i don’t see you in here often.. or at all.”

your brow twitched slightly while you looked at michael through your lashes, “oh, i can’t leave my house.”

michael shuffled in his seat, leaning onto the table, “what, you’re grounded for life or..?” to him, you didn’t look like the type to do something to get you in your parent’s permanent bad book.

finally finishing your slice, you gulped, “no, my dad just doesn’t like it.”

“what, so he’s the freakazoid type?” michael suggested, raising a brow at you. he felt kind of bad. but your face twisted and you raised your voice, “hey! he’s a great dad.”

but if he was so great, why did he leave? he didn’t even say anything to you. if he was so great, he wouldn’t let you cry about him to a random boy as soon as he’s mentioned.

michael gasped, now feeling really bad. you cried, pushing the rest of your pizza slices away from you. your body trembled as you buried your palms in your eyes.

“i, i’m sorry! really, i didn’t mean to make you cry..!” the employee didn’t know what to do with his hands, his arm wavering back and forth while he fought a mental battle to decide wether or not he patted your shoulder.

you shook your head, still crying, “it’s not ya, your fault, it’s just that my, hah, dad just hasn’t come home f-from work yet and i, hic! don’t know where he is..!” you were sobbing so loudly, attracting attention from nearby tables, but you went on, “he hasn’t called or.. or anything, he just up and left! i think he’s tired of looking after me because my health is too high maintenance so he had enough of me and ran off somewhere!”

you sobbed and michael watched as your tears streaked down your arms and left crusted marks. michael’s fingers twisted around your wrists and brought your hands away from your now irritated eyes, “woah, hey don’t cry..”

you looked up at him, your eyes glistening in the pizzeria’s fluorescent light. michael hummed, looking down, “.. say, i’ll help you look for him!”

michael spotted that you visibly lightened up, “you will?”

the boy nodded, “yeah, as soon as my shift finishes in..” michael checks his wrist watch, “twenty minutes.”

you nodded, wiping your eyes with your arm, “thank you, it means a lot.”

the boy tossed you a handkerchief from his pocket as he stood up, “don’t mention it, i’ll see ya in twenty minutes.”

the pizza you ordered had been completely devoured by the time michael’s shift ended. he came over to the table you were at, “y’ready?”

eagerly, you nodded and stood up. your eyes were still slightly red, but for the most part you had completely composed yourself.

the two of you strolled down the streets of downtown hurricane as michael asked you questions, “where was he last at? work?”

you nodded, “yeah, he works at the emergency room.”

“that’s where we start then,” michael smiled at you, “we’ll see if he clocked out, if he has, then he’s probably waiting for you at home right now.”

“right.”

you let michael guide you to the hospital.

you had never seen this part of the city before. but you knew what your dad’s car looked like. it was parked outside the building. surely he’s still in there!

you don’t know the directions at all, but it appears michael does.

he knows those halls like the back of his hands.

you’re lead up to the front desk where a lady is frantically tapping away at her keyboard. michael aggressively clears his throat to gain her attention to which she turns her head, tilts her glasses down her nose, and looks up at the two of you through her lashes.

“can i help you?” she looks both of you up and down, physically, there is nothing wrong with you. that leads her to assume that maybe you’re both signing into the mental health ward.

“sorry, we don’t deal with mental instability..” she goes to turn her head again, smacking her gum. but michael scoffs, tapping the computer harshly, “actually, miss know-it-all, we want to know if..” he trails off, looking at you. you shrug, unsure of what he’s getting at.

michael leans down and whispers in your ear and your lips make a ring. you whisper back.

his arms cross over his chest, “we want to know if quinn lawrence is currently on the clock?”

the receptionist raised her brow before sighing, “give me a second.” there’s aggressive clicking and tapping before she leans in, pushing her glasses back up, towards the screen and leans back again.

with a straight face, she tells the two of you that your father clocked out yesterday and hasn’t signed back in since.

you gave a tight-lipped smile while michael tuts, “thanks fo’ nothin’, pal!”

he storms out of the reception, causing a scene as he grumbles loudly about the service here while you shortly apologise and scurry after him.

you both walk in silence until michael suggests that he walks you home as it was hitting the twilight hour. anything could happen, michael dramatised. you still let him walk you home.

stood outside your house, michael watches as you jog up your porch after he gave you his number, telling you to call if anything happens. he witnesses you turn around and wave and naturally, he returns it before walking off.

once your front door is locked, you kick your boots off and call out for your dad once more. but you’re met with an empty house. you frown once more and sadly drag yourself upstairs and into your bedroom where you can cry to your hearts desire and mourn your missing father.

[camsthisky]

you wanted tmnt requests? tbh your post earlier about leo always patching mikey up is still spinning in my head like a microwave and if you wrote smth where mikey realizes how bad leo freaked out when he got hurt? and they get a little bonding moment and mikey gets to reassure him

this is written with 2012 turtles in mind, but it’d probably work with 2003 or early idw, too.

——————

“I’m sorry,” Leo says after patrol one night.

Mikey, who had been fiddling with one of his comics while Leo stitches up the cut on his calf, tilts his head back from where he’s sprawled out on his plastron. Leo isn’t looking up, but there’s a twist to his face. Mikey wants to sit up and throw his arms around Leo’s shoulders, just to get rid of that torn expression.

He doesn’t. On top of Leo being in the middle of literally sewing up his leg, Mikey has a feeling that Leo wouldn’t appreciate the touch just yet.

Gotta get through the emotional talk before he can get to the snuggling, Mikey thinks.

So, Mikey hums thoughtfully. He probably won’t get away with dismissing Leo’s apology. Maybe he can make Leo see that his line of logic is kinda skewed? That would work, probably.

“Unless you touched the toaster without permission, not sure what you’re apologizing for, bro,” Mikey says with a smile aimed back at his older brother.

Leo’s eyes flick up and back down, hands never faltering.

“You got hurt,” Leo tells Mikey’s stitches. “It was my fault.”

“Pretty sure it was the footbot’s fault, actually.”

“It was my plan,” Leo insists.

“It was your plan to have a footbot stab me in the leg?” Mikey asks. “I mean, I don’t pay a whole lot of attention to the planning stuff, but I’m pretty sure I’d remember that.”

“I’m the reason you were there in the first place.”

Mikey pauses, taking in his oldest brother’s hunched shoulders.

There’s not a lot of things Mikey doesn’t know about his brothers. He doesn’t always have the best attention span, but Mikey is pretty in tune with the emotions and tensions that run through his home. And Leo’s need to take responsibility for the team is something that Mikey thought he’d clocked.

Maybe this is deeper than he thought, though, because Leo looks genuinely distressed.

“Whoa, dude,” Mikey says before he can think better of it. “You really think that this is your fault.”

Leo’s frown deepens into a scowl. He finishes the last stitch. “I made you bait.”

“Yeah,” Mikey says, blinking in bewilderment. “Okay. So?”

“You got hurt.”

This time, Mikey does sit up, not caring that Leo is going to get on him later about not letting him wrap the stitches.

Predictably, Leo yelps and tries to stop him. “Mikey, wait—”

“Alright, Leo,” Mikey says, making sure he’s channeling his no-nonsense tone. “I’m not the smartest turtle in the sewer, but I’m not dumb enough to think that you hurt me.”

Leo’s eyes sharpen and meet Mikey’s gaze. “You’re not dumb, Mikey.”

“So not what we’re talking about,” Mikey says, rolling his eyes. “Why the heck do you think me getting hurt is your fault?”

Mikey can only watch as Leo sighs, dropping his face into his hands—which, dude, probably not the best idea since he’d literally just been sewing Mikey’s leg back together.

“Mikey, you don’t get it,” Leo says quietly.

“Then make me get it,” Mikey says, fighting to keep his voice even as something angry bubbles just under the surface.

Mikey doesn’t let himself get mad often, but one thing that always seems to set him off is anyone being genuinely mean to his brothers, even themselves. Hearing Leo beating himself up for something that was an accident that could have happened to any one of them isn’t something Mikey is going to stand for.

“This is the third time you’ve gotten hurt this month,” Leo says, his voice hard as he looks up at Mikey again. “The third time I’ve had to patch you up this month. Because I keep putting you in danger. I should be able to come up with a way to keep you out of danger.”

“That’s not fair, and you know it,” Mikey bites out. “You can’t plan for everything. There’s that saying about plans and the enemy, or whatever.”

“I don’t want to be the reason you keep getting hurt,” Leo says.

“Will you listen to me?” Exasperation clings to Mikey’s voice as he scoots towards his older brother. “You’re not responsible for every little scrape I get. I’ve gotten worse while skateboarding.”

Leo’s shoulders droop even further. Mikey wants to fix it. “I don’t like seeing you hurt. You’re my little brother.”

Mikey sighs, white knuckling his anger back into the cavity it tends to live in when he doesn’t want to feel it anymore. He gives into that earlier instinct and throws his arms around Leo’s shoulders, digging his face into the crook of his oldest brother’s neck.

“We’re a team, Lee,” Mikey says quietly. “I don’t like seeing you bros hurt either, but that’s why we have each other’s backs. It’s no one’s fault that it happens, just the nature of being a super rad ninja turtle.”

Leo’s arms slowly come up to wrap around Mikey’s shell. He says nothing, and Mikey’s like half sure he hasn’t quite convinced Leo of anything, but Mikey doesn’t think one talk will change Leo’s mind if this is something he’s been holding onto for a long time.

That’s okay. Mikey’s going to be here to make sure it doesn’t stay that way forever.