#rottmnt dastardly danny x reader

[yanteetle]

"Please don't let them take me..."

"Come on, you don't wanna see anything bad happen to the poor thing, do ya?"

I decided to try and get back into drawing rottmnt art, and this piece was inspired by @astral--horrorshow and my new watermark was created by @lordfreg (thank you so much btw, I swear I'll start replying to asks once I'm less anxious about them ToT)

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[yangoodomens]

Yandere poly Muddogs x GN reader

Summary - they offer you comfort when you cry

TW - Reader cries, this is honestly just really fluffy

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I had always been known as the strong one in their family and among their friends. I was the person people turned to for advice, the one who could handle any situation with ease. But what no one knew was the emotional strain it had on me. I had always been good at putting on a brave face and holding it together, even when things got tough.

But after years of being strong for others, I could feel myself starting to crack.

After being kidnapped by the Muddogs, I had started to lose it. They had taken me two years ago, two year of my life gone.

I tried to push through, to keep up appearances, even if it was only the muddogs. I wasn't weak, but one day I reached breaking point. It was a seemingly ordinary day, but everything seemed to hit me all at once. I found myself in the bedroom, curled up on the bed, sobbing.

 

"Babes?" Mickey's voice rung out in the room rang. My face was tear-stained and red from crying as I looked up at him. He quickly rushes over, cupping my face and pressing little kisses on the tears. "What's wrong, babes?"

I shook my head, not wanting to answer. I take my hands up to my face, trying to wipe my tears away before anymore fell, he gently grabs my wrists and pulls my hands away, "what's wrong, babes tell me." He looks over his shoulder and shouts out to the other two to come help. The other two rush in, wondering what's going on. On seeing the situation, they rushed over.

"I- I'm sorry, I do-don't know why I'm crying". My words are rushed. A slight crack was heard too. I felt one of them cup my face, my eyes too blurry to really see who.

"It's okay, you don't need to apologize for crying, it's normal" Danny's voice is quieter than normal as he speaks, "it's okay."

They stay with me for the rest of the night, comforting words and affectionate touches being repeated throughout the night. It almost makes me forget I'm trapped here.

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Sorry this is so short, I couldn't think of how to end it, :(

- Jett

[astral--horrorshow]

Yandere Mud Dogs Headcanons

A/N: This wasn't requested, but I really wanted to get these down, partly because it'll make them easier to write in the future!! Anybody is welcome to take inspiration from these, and my requests are always open!! I've been wanting more of them lately, so please don't be shy!

This can be interpreted as platonic or romantic for Leonard or Mickey, but I wrote Danny's as platonic

TW: Kidnapping, toxic relationships, delusional mindsets, extreme coddling, mentions of temporary leg parlyzation, condecension, forced bed sharing (NON SEXUAL), mentions of violence, forced to play dress up? reader is human, being unknowingly fed sleeping pills

💙 Loathsome Leonard 🎋

~💙 Leonard is extremely mad that he cares so much for a human, and lies to the both of you when he says and acts like it's your fault and that he's angry at you. In reality, he's angry at himself for perceived weakness, and will gradually accept it over time.

~🎋 He has little to no patience for disobedience, perceived or not, even during the adjustment period. The other Mud Dogs (Usually Mickey) will often have to step in to talk sense into Leonard when he's being irrational, too strict, or overly mean.

~💙 Over time, he does loosen up the slightest bit if you're good, but only a little bit. His lifestyle requires him to be constantly on his guard, and you'll go back to being kept under lock and key if you mess up.

~🎋 Leonard is immaturely serious, and will get pissed if you don't take him seriously. Despite this, he can have playful moments with you, even if they are far and in between.

~💙 He's at his angriest if you escape or try to escape, because even though he can be callous and rough towards you, he worries like crazy if you're out in the Hidden City, though he'll never show it. He'll scold you for literal hours when he catches you, because the Hidden City is extremely dangerous, especially for a human. He doesn't know what he'd do if Big Mama ever set her eyes on you.

~🎋 He treats you like a mother animal would treat her young in the physical sense, sometimes, as he'll hold you up by the scruff of your neck, carry you places out of nowhere, etc.

~💙 Punishments would be on a more physical sense, but nothing too rough, because he's actually terrified of you getting too hurt, not that he'll ever let you know. The most he'll do to you is rough you up a little, but if anyone else lays a hand on you, he'll make them pay. If it was one of his teammates, he'll let them off a lot easier than if it was anyone else, his revenge methods ranging from petty to slightly violent depending on wether it was an accident or not and how much you were hurt. If you were to get hurt by a Yokāi in the Hidden City, however, it doesn't matter if you only got an accidental scratch, he will get violent with them.

💜 Dastardly Danny 🐁

~💜 Danny is type to coddle without end, especially because you're a human. He sees humans as a weaker species, and thus sees you as someone who needs to be protected and taken care of.

~🐁 He barely lets you do anything by yourself, and usually insists he help you, or sends/drags you away for him or one of his comrades to do it themselves.

~💜 He can be extremely condecending with the way he acts and talks to you, and though it's never from a place of malice, it can be extremely upsetting.

~🐁 Danny can sometimes treat you like a doll or a little child with the way that he babies you, often insisting that he pick out your clothes, do your hair, spoon-feed you, etc. It can be extremely humiliating.

~💜 Danny might be the most worried out of the entire cast when you escape, as he knows firsthand how rough and dangerous the Hidden City is, and he's also heard some horrendous stories and rumors about the topside, even if you're from there. He'll go into a frenzy, searching for you non-stop, no matter what he was doing before. When he eventually gets you back, he'll make sure you'll never be able to escape again. He'll steal magic doorlocks and put them in the hideout, always make sure that he or one of his teammates has an eye on you when they're home, etc.

~🐁 He'd never, ever hurt you intentionally, so his punishments are akin to the type that one would give to a child. For example, his response to an escape attempt would be sending you to your room or putting you in time-out.

~💜 He coddles you like a grandmother, such as making your clothes for you, and cooking all your food for you.

~ 🐁If you have trouble sleeping, he'll break into Mickey's stash of sleeping pills and give them to you in a warm drink, not that you know.

~💜 If you try to hide from him inside of the hideout, he'll find you very quickly with his heightened sense of smell, as lots of rats have.

~🐁 He gets very sad when you fight him, but he'll never show it unless his feelings are really hurt.

~💜 He gets mad at Leonard and Mickey if they're mean to you, do something weird to you, etc.

~🐁 He won't let you in the kitchen unless he sets you down on the counter so he can keep an eye on you while he cooks, because he's worried you might hurt yourself with sharp objects, the stove, etc.

~💜 If you do ever have to go out, (hideout change, the gang has to go do a heist really far away, etc.) he'll find someway to steal a cloaking brooch, will bundle you up in a lot of clothes, and will keep you out of sight when he can with cars, hotel rooms, etc.

🧡 Malicious Mickey 🩵

~🧡 Mickey is the delusional type, convinving himself that you're happy to be locked in whatever hideout the gang is squatting in.

~🩵 Your complaints will go in one ear and out of the other, and he'll act as though you didn't even say anything, then drag you off to play video games with him or watch a movie.

~🧡 He clings onto you at every possible moment, he'll even wait outside the door when you're taking a bath or shower, so escaping him when he's home is basically impossible.

~🩵 Oftentimes, he'll entertain himself by playing dress-up with you, wether you're willing or not. He has no fashion sense at all, not that Mickey knows that, so most of the time, you're stuck in the worst outfit you've ever seen for the rest of your day when the he gets the urge. They progressively get uglier with each time he dresses you up.

~🧡 He forces you to share his bed with him (platonic or romantic) and he'll cling to you so tight, it's hard to sleep. Often in the morning, you're half-asleep at breakfast.

~🩵 If he wants to cuddle you, but you're refusing, he'll temporarily paralyze your legs so you can't get up and run away from him. This applies to when you don't want to sleep in his bed, either.

~🧡 Escaping him would be relatively easy, if he's on a mission and his fellow Mud Dogs hadn't installed any locks on the windows. When he finds out you're gone and eventually gets you back, he'll think it was because you were bored or you went out to find him, or both. He'll steal even more stuff for you to entertain yourself with when he's gone, and tell you purposfully frightening stories of the Hidden City and stuff Yokāi have done to humans in an attempt to scare you off from going outside. He also tells you that you don't have to worry about him, because he's a "very important" criminal that can protect himself, or so he says.

Taglist <3: @yanteetle

[spoopyblues214]

Vicious Valentine's

Mud Dogs valentines headcanons lesgo

Also, reminder that my requests are open, just send an ask lovelies!

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Gifts received

Mickey would buy you heart box chocolates as well as many other themed candies and a stuffed animal

Leonard knows the meanings behind flowers and their colors so he would plan out a bouquet gift for you

Danny would be extravagant and get you minky coutre and jewelry, necklaces, earrings, bracelets

Special dinner

If we're talking all three care about you, they are working their asses off in the kitchen trying [and failing] to make you your favorite dinner

You end up needing to help them anyway, but you don't mind, finding the gesture cute

Just Mickey would probably make a soup for valentines day dinner

Leonard would grill or make fried food, meat lovers delight [though of course grilled onion and pepper or fried cauliflower for my vegetarians]

Danny's making pasta. Sorry, it's all he knows. You could request a specific one though?

Giving them gifts

As for getting gifts, Mickey would like things that he can display, art, photos, stickers.

Reminders of you in his room/the hideout make him giddy

Leonard would like preening items or clothes, smells that you like on him automatically become his favorite scent.

He also has a secret sweet tooth. If you got him his favorite treats he's a blushing mess

Danny, in spite of his large/expensive gifts, really only cares about thought. If you got him a book/record he had shown interest in, you're a winner

He'd melt into a puddle, though, if you got him a handkerchief or pocket square for his suit, being able to display a piece of you wherever he goes

[koalaray]

Hello! I'm having a bit of a rough time so I thought I'd send this ask. What would the turtles be like with a S/O that has anxiety, depression and PTSD? How would they help them if their depression is bad enough that on some days they can't get out of bed, forget to eat, etc? Bonus if S/O is plus-sized/kinda chubby and insecure about it.

The Mud Dogs x reader

Writing Masterlist

Note: Ok so when it comes to rottmnt, I only write for the Mud Dogs. On that note, I still want to give you a comfort fic, so I just changed the characters to the Mud Dogs. Hope that’s ok with you, and I hope things get better soon sweetie. Lots of love <3

P.S. For what they do to help you, I just wrote what helps me personally since I also have depression and anxiety.

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How they feel:

All three of these boys love you very much. They hate seeing you feeling upset.

Whenever you’re feeling down, they postpone their heists and make it their mission to lift your spirits.

It did take them a while to fully understand how to help you.

They had never had someone so important in their life, let alone someone with depression.

Of course that didn’t change their love for you at all.

They worry about you a lot, but not in a pity way. No, they don’t pity you.

But they acknowledge that you have anxiety and depression, and make you feel validated.

How they help you:

First of all, when you have an anxiety attack, their first instinct is to remove you from whatever current situation you are in.

They take you to a quiet room and instruct you to take deep breaths and breath with you.

They place your hand on their chest so that you can feel their heart beat and match their breathing.

Once you get your breathing balanced out, they ask if you want a hug.

They learned that sometimes you want a hug after an anxiety attack and sometimes you don’t.

If you do want a hug, they will wrap their arms around you tightly (but not too tight) to help you feel grounded.

When you’re depressed, they pamper you. Literally. I’m not joking.

They get you blankets, stuffed animals, food.

They make sure to get you your weighted blanket too.

They will sit in bed with you and keep you company.

They don’t say a word, knowing that their presence is all you need in that moment.

They’ll let you lean against them for comfort.

Probably play funny videos on their phone for you guys to watch together.

Funny videos will get an occasional smile out of you, sometimes even a quiet laugh.

Just knowing that they are still able to make you smile, even when you’re too depressed to get out of bed, makes them feel happy.

They love knowing that they are able to comfort you.

Most importantly, they just love being able to love you :]

[glowinggator]

Domestic Headcanons

Summary: Domestic headcanons with your local rat man <3 

Relationship: Dastardly Danny/Reader (Established Relationship) 

Content Warnings: None! 

Word Count: 1422

Leonard’s Here // Mickey’s Here 

Like Leonard, it isn’t easy for him to exit his life of crime. He’d love to, honestly. Oh, he’s dreamed of running away with you and starting a life together thousands - if not millions - of times. But once you’re in, there’s no way out. Like Leonard, he could defect, but he knows Big Mama would catch on long before he could ever get the ball rolling. Hell, even if all three of you banded together to execute the plan, it wouldn’t work. Not only that, but a huge part of why he runs with the Mud Dogs is because of the thrill. He’ll get out of jail and immediately start planning another heist, regardless of the danger. Adrenaline courses through his blood at all hours of the day, and each waking moment is spent waiting for the next thrill. He just hides it better than Mickey does. But oh, how soft he goes when he thinks of waking up by your side and not having to worry about how he’s gonna pay rent, or when you’ll need to run again. How his heart flutters when he thinks of spending a night by your side, slow dancing in the kitchen in the early hours of the morning, without the screech of police sirens tearing through the atmosphere.

If you have a home top-side though… oh, it’s a dream come true. He knows he can’t stay there 24/7 - Big Mama would come looking for him soon enough - but it certainly is tempting. He prefers to spend most of his time at your guys’ place topside, even when it’s safe to be in the Hidden City. I was serious when I said part of him really longs for a domestic life.

The only one of the Mud Dogs who actually knows how to decorate. And oh, he’s so so good at it. He likes a lot of antique stuff, and he’ll regularly look for stuff to update your home with. He’s also the type to switch out covers, pillows, and plates throughout the seasons.

Very, very meticulous when it comes to cleaning. He’ll do a top-down clean of the house once every month or two, but he has a good routine when it comes to cleaning. He gets a little stressed if things aren’t organized. It’s funny though, because he DOES hoard cups. It always makes him chuckle when you bring it up.

Saves a lot of stuff: he always thinks it’ll come in handy later. Which means you guys have multiple junk drawers <3

He picks up so much stuff with his tail and then forgets where it is. It’s really funny to watch him spin around a room with his tail wrapped around a can of beans while he asks you if you remember where he put it.

He likes to watch It’s a Wonderful Life with you every Christmas. He’s not even Christian, it’s just tradition at this point.  

He likes to have music playing throughout the home often. Especially when cooking.

He sucks at driving. Please don’t let him drive.

It’s so fun to shop with him, genuinely. Like, he gets it all done in record time, but he’s also gonna fuck around once you guys get everything you need.

You guys have two shelves of things you guys have collected during your time together. Whether it’s a mug from a road trip or an amulet from a heist, if it has sentimental value it’s going on the shelf.

Huge fan of hanging photos and making photo albums. He’s not a scrapbooker, but he likes to save photos. Something about them just makes his heart soft, you know?

Prefers the northeastern “regular” coffee. It doesn’t matter how expensive the beans are, coffee is meant to have cream and sugar in it. He’s very sparing with the cream, though. He takes his at about paper bag color, and he won’t go any lighter than that. He’ll absolutely poke fun at you if you do, though. But he’ll make it for you anyways with a smile on his face. Speaking of which, he’s also always the first to make coffee in the morning. He prefers to make coffee in the morning, because he prefers the freshness of the grounds. Also yes, he grinds his own beans. Yes, it sucks when either of you have a hangover. But the coffee’s good, so you don’t complain.

He cooks most nights! He’s an excellent cook, honestly. He follows recipes very closely, except for spices which he guesses with. Also a great baker, but he always forgets that metal pans are hot when you take them out of the oven. Look, he’s used to magic ovens, okay?

He wants to learn how to garden, and he’s somewhat okay at it. So long as it's low maintenance, he can do it. Not a big fan of growing flowers himself, though. He thinks they’re pretty and all, but he likes to grow herbs instead. Something that’s useful and has a quick yield, you know? He has an aerogarden on the kitchen counter where he grows a bunch of herbs that he switches out regularly. The tarragon, basil, and parsley has been his favorite thus far. Leonard keeps pushing him to grow things like mint, lemon balm, and shungiku, but at this point he’s just saying “no” out of spite.

(He’s ecstatic if you grow veggies or fruits, though. Heirloom fruits and veggies are so fucking good, it’s unreal. Who can resist them? Nobody. Nobody.)

Plus it reminds him of the few good childhood memories he’s had. He gets a very soft look on his face when he talks about his Lolo and Lola, and how his Lola always had the biggest garden. He doesn’t talk about his childhood a lot, but he remembers his grandparents very fondly.

He hums around the house often. He always has a song stuck in his head, and it’s sweet.

He’s almost always on his feet, pacing around the house or running back into another room because he forgot something. He’s a little forgetful, but he just gets very in his head and he misplaces stuff. But if he passes by you, or walks through a room that you’re in, he’ll pretty much always walk past you and kiss your temple. Or fuck with your hair.

He melts if you ever fix his tie in the morning, or before a heist. It could be just how he likes it, and he’d still let you adjust it.

His fur is always super messed up in the morning: he always looks like a bat outta hell. He tries to shower in the morning to counteract that, but oftentimes, he just doesn’t have the time. And it takes hours to dry his fur off after showering, so either way, you’re both gonna be spending a lot of time messing with his fur: you just get to choose whether you do it in the morning or at night. You always help him comb down his fur in the morning: he’d be in there for hours, otherwise. It’s a nice little routine, though.

(One time the lads came in before y’all got to start detangling the absolute mop that he is, and he was mortified </3)

When you guys are laying low and there’s no hijinks to be had, he’ll still walk around the house in slacks and a button-up. Definitely a step down from his usual attire, but he feels strange if he doesn’t get dressed for the day. If you convince him to have a lazy day with you though, he’ll wear a tank top and sweats. WOOF

Funnily enough, he’d really like a cat someday! Ironic, yes, but he thinks they’re cute. He’d also be down for a dog: He likes the bigger and fluffier ones. A leonberger would probably be his first choice.

He always reads at night. He’s always down to read outloud to you if you’re interested, but he’s also content with just reading on his own. He’s an avid reader, and he always has been. It’s nice to just lean on him and count his breaths while he reads. Very slow and steady, and at some point, he’ll usually start tracing little shapes on your spine with his claws. You’re not even sure if he realizes he’s doing it, but it’s very relaxing. 

“Two more chapters, and then I’ll go to bed.” “Don’t people usually say ‘one more chapter?’” “Yeah, but that’d be a lie and we both know it.” “Fair.”

[bootyyy-shaker9000]

The mud Boyz need more loving soooo how would they react to their very tiny 5' s/o just took the day to absolutely pamper the hecc out of them.

Loathsome Leonard

"Be careful."

"I am."

"Be careful!"

"I am!"

You were sat on the bathroom counter with Leonard stood before you, letting you hold his hips between your knees while you held a vice grip on his face.

You were carefully gliding an open razor by his cheek, collecting all the hair stubble and wiping it away at a cloth, while loathsome over here was itching to get out of your grasp.

"I could've done this myself."

"Yeah, but you wouldn't have. You would've left it for another month, complain about it getting sooo long, and then Danny would be doing it instead."

"At least he doesn't have tiny hands."

"Keep talking and I'll slip."

You could tell he was fidgeting to get it over with as he drummed his fingers against your thighs, luckily for him you were making your finishing touches.

Then you moved on to the aftershave, which you applied to his now smooth features, carefully massaging it into his skin. You could feel his tension wash away at your movements, his eyebrows no longer screwed and a content look in his eyes.

As he got more relaxed, he leant further into your touch, releasing a heavy sigh.

"I like this bit."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm."

You always knew he liked to be pampered, you just hated how much of an effort it was for him to actually let you do it. It was always worth the hassle though, after getting to see that satisfied smile of his.

Dastardly Danny

"My back isn't that bad."

"Says mister 'oof, ow, give me a sec fellas, my back's gonna give out!'."

"Yer hilarious."

"Just relaaaaax."

He was laid belly-down on his bed with his arms splayed flat at his sides, while you hovered above him, residing just above his tail bone as you rubbed your hands across the surface area of his back.

You were aware of the knots he had in his back and the amount of back pain he experienced, no matter how hard he tried to cover it up, so you were doing your man the favour.

You kneaded out the tension in his shoulders and made a few satisfying pops here and there that he definitely didn't complain about.

He'd let the cutest fucking giggles sometimes because you'd press in a certain spot that he'd end up wriggling away from.

The sight of seeing him so relaxed from your touch did all sorts for your soul, and it was obvious he was enjoying the physical attention.

"Ah, wait, a bit further down."

"A lil further."

"Dan, that's your tail."

"And? Ya know I like it when you play with my-"

"Okay, I'm done."

Malicious Mickey

"I swear this stuff isn't even edible."

"That's because it isn't. Mick, stop eating the paste!"

"Can I eat the cucumbers at least?"

"Fuckin...go for it."

Not trusting him with the charcoal paste at all, you applied it to his face yourself, noticing him shiver at how cold it was against his skin.

"I don't know why we're doing this, you always talk about how smooth my skin is."

"Yeah, but not ✨ exfoliated ✨"

"Just say I'm dirty, Y/N, I can take it."

"Shut up."

This wasn't something you guys did often together.

Sure, you'd chill out a lot and watch tv while eating take out

And eat take out while watching tv.

But laughing while the two of you covered each other in a home-made batch of face mask gunk while eating chopped up cucumber that was originally meant for something else hit different.

He was being productive with you and it genuinely felt great, even if it wasn't going so far out of your way or out of his comfort zone.

You'd think Mick wouldn't have a comfort zone, but robbing a bank at the break of dawn was a much easier task for him than the thought of taking two minutes to scrub his body while bathing.

If there was as a lazy easier way to get around a simple task, he would find it. But you knew Mickey like the back of your hand, and so that's the whole reason why you were doing what you were doing.

You couldn't recall ever seeing your boyfriend be so happy over feeling clean. But honestly, it was one of the best things you had ever seen.

[blueberrypossum]

Seeing the Opposing Side 

Dastardly Danny x female cop!reader

Hey guys! @greaser-wolf and I are back at it again with trading ideas and our ocs and such. I wasn't going to post this but she wanted everyone to see the story (so heckin nice I swear). For the confusion, shiki is @greaser-wolf oc that is a yokai fire pig cop that has a complicated love story with dastardly Danny, please check out her blog for amazing drawings of her and Danny! Hope you guys guys enjoy!!

⚠️WARNING ⚠️: There will be inappropriate language and themes in this! Along with graphic scenes such as blood and wounds!

Word Bank:

Carrying a torch- Having a crush on someone/ being by someone’s side 

“I won’t let you down, chief.”

Your hands trembled as you took the criminal file your boss handed you, adrenaline rushed through you like a fever as he walked away and you sat back down at your desk. 

The police stations hummed with warm life as you got comfortable in your chair, the only loud sounds that advanced the quiet talk of the officers was the phone calls and the occasional scream from a prisoner.

This was your first case on your own without the other idiot cops that you were placed under, as your boss stated, “you need someone to guide you before you go out on your own,” and then the griffin and the gorilla that was teaching you let out the bloody Mud Dogz on your first day of training. 

Oh that day was awful and you hated reliving the memory inside your head.

Your hooves pulled the file open as you took a sip of coffee, the hot liquid almost spilling over your desk as you read who you were going after. 

“The bloody Mud Dogz?!”

The few yokai beside you looked over and you tried to shrink into your seat, your hooves clinching the mugshots of each Mud Dog. Of course, of fucking course it had to be them, it had to be him!

 Your hooves bent against the picture of Dastardly Danny, the wicked smile he held in the photo gave you shivers down your spine. You’ve had a run in with him a few times, along with watching them leave the prison due to every cop in here not having a single brain cell. Your hands still ached from the cleaning duty you had to do after that.

But not anymore, you were a real cop, and you were going to prove it.

Your eyes strolled through the basic info of him, his age, height, the crimes he has done along with his group. From all the ones you’ve read, Danny’s looked innocent against them. 

In all honesty, The Mud Dogz didn’t really do bad things. They never harmed anyone and they only stole from those who weren’t poor, it was mostly rich people who would call saying they were robbed by them. Of course they would rob places like this, and worked with other crime lords of the Hidden City.

You took another sip from your coffee as you read the last known sighting of him: The Mystic Train Station. You got your gear ready for the long road ahead, with the train station being half way across the city. You strapped your laser gun against your belt and a few portable traps, along with your phone and your badge and headed towards the exit, the other larger and stronger guards almost pushing past you as if you were still an errand runner.

For months you had been one, getting the coffee, getting the files, copying paperwork and not once going out on the field. 

Not a single cop in here believed in you, yokai’s that were as small as you were known to be weak, to be on the backburner without a choice, but that didn’t matter to you. What mattered to you was that the Mud Dogz were going down, no matter the cost.

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You made it to the train station, the underground building poured with life as citizens dove in and out of the train at rapid speed. Security guards were posted around almost every entrance of the metal hole dug in the ground, the dark and damp station was only lit by a few hanging lights and the lights that were inside of the train. One of the many trains came to a screeching halt as you strolled past the other security guards as your eyes examined the area; The Mud Dogz usually wore their signature colors of blue, purple, and orange. You pulled your denim jacket closer to hide yourself from the chilly breeze that drifted into the area. You decided to change before you left your apartment since your cop outfit would attract too much attention, especially since you were on a manhunt. 

The sighting that was described in the file was that the ogre and the rat were spotted here taking the train, the destination they went to was unknown but it seemed they used this way of travel frequently. You took a sip of your second cup of coffee, the heat that steamed out of it warmed your lips in the chilly fall weather. With how many yokai stormed through the area, you didn’t know if you should make a scene or not when you found your target, there were innocent people here and you didn’t want any casualties. Maybe you could find them and sneak your way over to-

Your body slammed into someone else, your back firmly landing against someone’s lower shoulder. A small gasp broke through your mouth as you tried to make sure your drink didn’t spill on you or the yokai you apparently backed into. The stranger’s arms held you firm as they helped you regain your balance. 

“Ah! I’m so sorry! I guess I should be looking at where I am going!” You scrambled out, your face growing red with embarrassment.

“No problem at all, doll. It was nothing more than a scuffle.”

Wait a damn minute.

You swiftly turned around and felt the grip on your beverage tighten as you were face to face with Dastardly Danny, a smug smile curled on his face as his tall frame overshadowed you, his long tail swayed back and forth as if he saw the dots connect in your head. 

You felt your eyebrows raise with shock and then they buried down into your eyes in irritation, your right hand hovering over your laser pistol. 

“Dastardly Danny, you are under arrest! I order for you to come quietly and willingly, or else there will be trouble.”

“Daw, I don’t even get a please, toots?”

“Officers don’t ask.”

“And criminals don’t play dirty.”

He was in your face now, his whiskers close enough to tickle your snout, a smirk navigated his face as his tail wrapped around you and then spun you around, his body easily getting past you and onto one of the multiple paths that led deeper into the train station, his thin figure blending into the crowd as they followed. Once you regained your balance, you threw the drink away and chased after him, your body pushing past the other yokai as the hunt began. 

Your feet stomped against the cemented ground, your eyes caught on the only thing that was unique about Danny against the other yokai: his torn ear that peaked out of his hat. You didn’t pull out your gun though, you couldn’t or else it would freak out the civilians and cause a massive wave of chaos. You couldn’t lose him now, not when he was this close. 

Danny came to a stop as he was face to face with an escalator, his lean body easily going in the middle and slid down the metal slope, his feet landing perfectly as you reached the moving stairs. 

You let out a frustrated grunt and stormed down the stairs, pushing past the civilians as you lost Danny into the several batches of animals. 

Come on! Come on, think Shiki! Think! 

You then leapt up onto the edge of a fountain and scanned the open room, your head darting back and forth as you tried to find the coffee-colored rat.

Hey! Watch it!”

Your head turned to see the criminal rat run into a bigger yokai, the rat politely taking his hat off as he ran by and you hopped off the ledge of the fountain. 

“Dastardly Danny! Get back here!”

“Not a chance, sweetheart! I appreciate your persistence though!” 

His hairless tail was in your sight now, your trained body easily gaining momentum to catch up to him. But the rat knew he was being hunted and he soon started to switch up his walking pattern, his stride crossing in-between different animals and going behind a few pillars that held up the structure. 

While Danny was taller than most normal yokai and they moved when they saw him barreling towards them,  you would almost be run over by the horde of animals that walked past you, almost as if you were the obstacle instead of them.  

Maybe I should’ve worn my uniform. 

“Excuse me! Pardon me! Coming through!”

You shoved past a bear yokai as Danny got onboard the train, his rat tail flicking from side to side as the door closed behind him. You came to a tight halt at the glass door, your enclosed hand hitting against the window, your breaths coming out ragged and sweat was dripping down your brow, but Danny’s composer was calm and his chest barely rose as his arm bent and leaned against the door. 

His eyes lazily looked down at you through the glass, his breath creating a grey shadow over the clear frame and his claws wrote the words “Nice try” in the window as the train started to build up for take off. You desperately looked for a way in, but once the doors were closed there was no way to get in. The railroad blueprint printed itself into your mind and you calculated how far each stop and the different intersections of railroads. 

As the train easily started to make its way down the tunnel, you kept your eyes locked onto Danny’s. His murky eyes traveled up and down your body, as if he was trying to see what you would do next, his hands now going in his pockets and his shoulders shrugged, as if you had lost. But you sent your own sly grin to him as you ducked by the nearest yokai and headed straight for the construction site on the left, the yellow police tape tearing under your hands as you raced through the darkness. 

Your hooves worked against each other until a small flicker of fire grew in your hands, the only sound you could hear was the vibration of the trains grooving throughout the under tunnel system and your heart pulsing in your short ears. You jumped over a bridge that was barely built, your short yet strong legs carried you easily over it, your ears flicking back and forth as you tried to listen for the train. You continued your jog through the inky cave, leftover construction hats and equipment littered the ground as you came to a huge opening to a narrow path, below you was one of the railroad tracks. 

The wind that blasted through the hollowed tunnel blew out the flame that boiled in your hands. 

“Ugh! Come on!”

You kept snapping the edge of your hooves until another dash of life blossomed in your hand and you could take in your surroundings once more. The ground beneath you started to rumble and you bent down to watch as the headlights of the train started to enter the thin subway and then the metal car went flying by you, the roar of the train whistle blistered into your eardrums and you used your free hand to cover up one ear. Your jacket flew around you and you turned on your heel to get a running start. 

You let out a shaky breath as you extinguished the light from your hand and the only thing lightning up your path was the spotty fragments of the train cars.  And you sprinted across the dirt road and then leapt onto the top of the metal animal, your hooves clinging into the scrap as the wind sped into your exposed ears. Your hand felt around for the hatch and your fingers gripped around it and you rose up on the train to pull the hole open. The air from your lungs was being sucked out of you as you pushed every muscle in your body to open it and the metal hatch let out a low hiss as it was popped open. 

You dove in and pulled the hatch with you and everything was black. 

Through the darkness, you could make out the forms of boxes and supplies and you figured you were in one of the supplies carts. You took in a few breaths of air as the adrenaline and the caffeine rocked in your veins and your heart felt like it was dancing throughout your body. You grew another flare of fire in your hand as you made your way forward and to the door that would lead you to the next carriage. You hoped in-between the carts until you got to one that was full of yokai, your light instantly going out as you shoved past the different animals, your mind counting the carts until you got to the one that the rat was on. 

Your eyes narrowed into slits as you prowled the train car, the different species of animals barely even noticing you as you tried to find the plum colored outfit that shouldn’t blend this easily in the row of dull colors. And then you saw it, his tail barely peeking over behind someone. You hid within the shadows casted by the passengers and the purple-wearing rat was in your sight. Your hooves gripped around the pistol and pulled it out, the barrel of it digging into his back.

"Did you really think you could get away from me that easily?” You asked, the stiffness in his posture brought pleasure to your heart. 

Danny looked at you through the reflection of the glass, your red shirt and jacket were scruffed up and the once holeless jeans now had a horizontal tear across your knee. The few tufts of hair that was on your head were whipped lashed and the fur on your face was tangled within themselves. But you were steady on your feet and the gun that dug into his back was handled in a tamed manner. 

You were surely different than the police officers he usually had to deal with. 

“Me? Wanting to get away from you? Never,” he purred to your reflection and you squint your eyes at him. You push yourself in front of him, the gun now lowered to your thigh but still pointing towards him. 

“Now, you listen to me, darling,” you whispered to him, your voice joking around the word darling. “When we get off this train, I am putting your hands in cuffs and taking you to jail. Got it?”

Danny crossed his arms over his chest, “I don’t even get a five-second headstart?”

“You didn’t give me one.”

“Touche.”

You felt skin under your fur relax and you leaned against the pole across from him, the bronzed tunnel foggy behind you as the atmosphere between you two went heavy and silent. 

 “How did ya get on here, anyway?”

You looked at your reflection in the window and how much of a wreck you looked like and you used your free hand to untangle the clumps of fur. 

“Oh, I just intersected the railroad and then hop on,” you said nonclonently, your fingers combing through your short hair and then turned to see the rat yokai staring wide-eyed at you, one singular eyebrow raised. 

“What?”

“You jumped onto this train?”

“Yes?”

“Wow, what a woman you are.”

A pretty blush pranced against your face and you instantly turned away, hoping that your chocolate-colored fur would hide the redness. You were used to men joking to you, you knew the slang in their voice when they did it. But Danny didn’t have that, he never had that when you talked to you. 

Why was he always polite to you? Most criminals would be hollering curse words like there is no tomorrow.

You remembered one of the multiple lessons in your college class for becoming an officer. A lawbreaker will try to persuade you or flirt with you to find a way of getting out of being arrested. Still, it felt good for someone to compliment you on your hard work for once. 

Your father’s image splattered in your hand and for a split second you closed your eyes, pushing the brooding memory out of your head. You opened your eyes to find Danny watching you, his eyes studying you as you came back to your surroundings. 

He has no control over you anymore, Shiki, get over it. No one controls you.

“You remind me of my father.”

“Why thank you.”

“It wasn’t a compliment, Dastardly.”

“Is that why you’re trying so hard to get me?”

Maybe. Maybe I just want to be told I did something right for once.

You both arrived at the new station, the sigh overhead in the train cart you were in said that you were near the Battle Nexus and the Crying Titan. As the horde of animals shoved past you, you made sure to keep your gun up against Danny’s back as you led him out of the train and away from wandering eyes. Once behind of the pillars you cuffed him, the irritating ring of the metal cuffs caused both of your ears to twitch. 

“No running? No cursing?” You asked, your hands gripping the cuffs behind his back. The tall rat gave a shrug.

“I know when I’ve been bested, and how can I be mad if it's from you?” You pushed him forward and he let out a light chuckle as you presented him to the citizens of the Hidden City.

And the way the public stared and how some families scooted their children away was a confidence boost you needed as you shoved him along, his small grunts barely reached you as you took him up and through the train station until you both made it to the exit. 

It was nighttime when you both made it out of the train station, the already once dark city was now pitch-black, the hanging lights looking like fallen stars. The buzz of life was barely a whisper as stores started to close and the awakening of nightclubs replaced it.

You could see your breath dance in front of you as you continued to force Danny onward, the yokai’s who boarded with you were now heading back to your homes. You thought about calling backup and didn’t have to endure the long walk ahead, but you didn’t want to disturb the station, along with you didn’t anyone take this credit. 

It was silent between you two, and whenever you would almost trip on Danny's tail he would look back with a shit-eating grin. 

Why did you find criminals handsome? Of course the one trait you got from your mother was similar attraction.

“Down here, this alleyway will get us to the station faster,” you ordered, your grip on him forcing him to turn down one of the ghastly alleyways, the bricks covered in graffiti and grime.

“If you just wanted to be alone with me, all you had to do was ask, sweetheart,” Danny chuckled, the desire in his voice almost made you stop in your tracks, but then you stepped right on his tail as payback. 

“Whoops,” you snickered, a smile playing on your lips as you saw his painful expression.  

“Wowza! I’m guessin’ that cops play dirty as well?” He breathed out, his tail swishing back and forth to forget about the pain.

You then came to a full stop, your ears twitching as you finally took in your surroundings. You were used to the silence of the dead part of town, but this was too quiet, as if the animals of the city were in hiding. You looked around the enclosed space you were and then started to hurry the rat ahead. 

“Whoa what’s with the hussle, toots?”

“Something isn’t right, we need to get out of here. Now.”

And then you saw the pair of glowing eyes down the pathway, the blue orbs blinking and the pupils flipping into thin lines as the creature spotted you and Danny. 

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the famous Dastardly Danny,” the voice purred, and a large white tiger walked out of the overshadow, his thin tail curling against his back. 

“Been a long time old friend.”

Danny let out a groan and a small ‘tch’ under his breath. 

“Good to see ya again, Liam, how's the business doing?”

“It was doing brilliant until you and that ridiculous group of yours ruined it.”

You looked up at Danny and then back at the tiger yokai, your hand pulling out your laser gun and aiming it at the white tiger known as Liam. 

“You are interjecting with official business, walk away or I will shoot,” you stated, and then two more yokai joined Liam behind him. You felt your eyes grow wide with fear as a wildebeest yokai and a fox yokai fell into line with their boss, their claws and hooves shined in the dimly lit alleyway. 

Did bad luck just run in my family?

You slowly backed up, your hand clutched over the middle of the handcuffs and you tried to focus in on the scruff noise Danny’s shoes made instead of the peering eyes that looked at like you were a meal. 

“Officer, if you run now, we won’t bother you. We just want Danny,” Liam said, a large paw went over his chest where his heart was placed. 

A thousand thoughts charged through your head as you gazed up at Danny, who almost seemed to lean in front of you like a shield. You could give Danny to them, you could try to take all of them down, take Danny with you, let Danny go and both of you run. 

Anger singed through you. This isn’t how this was supposed to go! You were supposed to get the bad guy, bring them to jail, and be the police officer you wanted to be! The cop you needed to be!

You kept good yokai safe, you kept innocent animals alive and took down the villain in the story, but now, as the gun shook on your hands, you took aim and shot at the men as you pushed Danny out of the enclosed space. 

“Go!” You ordered and continued to shoot at the three criminals, the agile yokai’s quickly dodging the hot bullets. One of the bullets landed in the fox’s shoulder and you sprinted towards them to dodge Liam’s attack and then to knee the horned yokai, your foot then came into contact with his stomach as you spun, sending the male henchmen into the bricked wall. You turned to continue to shoot, but a large hand wrapped itself around your throat and gun and pinned you against the rigged wall, the points and curves digging into your back as Liam’s claws dug into your neck.

“Will any of your fellow officers miss you if you were gone? What about your family?” He questioned, his nails broke past your skin and you could feel the warm liquid stain his hand. A yelp escaped your lips and your legs lifted up to kick him, but the fox held you down. 

“Because with how stupid you act, I can’t believe that anyone out there would care about you.”

You didn’t even realize the tears that were falling down your face until your fur went completely damp on your face. 

Your vision started to get blurry and stars started to sparkle at the corner of your eye, and then a loud grunt came from white tiger strangling you and the claws released you. 

You wheezed for air as your body slid down the wall, your eyesight barely coming back as you listened to the violent grunts of fighting. Your hand was still wrapped around your gun, the strain in your hooves started to pinch your nerves.

“Come on, is dat your best hit?”

Danny?! Danny came back to help? He didn’t run? What kind of criminal is he?

As your vision started to clear, you could make out the figures in front of you. Danny was quick on his feet, his body easily dodging the punches and kicks the yokai’s threw to him. But he was losing, the blood that soaked his suit and his nose, along with his hands still being cuffed. Your throat burned but you took aim anyway, shooting the wildebeest in his chest, sending him flying back. 

The three men looked back at you as you rose up, coughs still escaping your mouth as you checked how many rounds you had left.

 The rat was at your side as you both were cornered against the wall, dry coughs still raging out of your mouth as he looked down at you. 

“Y’know, it would be easier to fight if I didn’t have these around me,” he stated, his hands raising up, the metal shackles showed signs of digging into his fur. 

“I already let you go, you’re the one who decided to come back.”

“You’re pop didn’t seem to teach ya manners.”

“Oh my- fine! Fine!”

Before the last two yokai could attack, you took the keys out and unlocked his cuffs, the metal material falling to the ground as Danny rubbed his wrists, a cat-like smile growing into his face.

“Now the fights even.”

Danny picked up the fallen cuffs and curled them into his hand, punching them in Liam’s face as you continued to shoot at the fox yokai, his fast and quick body dodging almost every shot. But his shoulder was weak from the last shot and when he pounced you lifted the butt end of the gun and slammed into his injured shoulder. The orange mammal let out a yelp and your elbow went into his stomach, and then a fist in the face made him flip backward and plant face first into the ground. 

One down, one more to go. 

Danny ducked as the white tiger swiped at him, his claws tearing into the bricks behind him and almost into the rat’s hat. A growl ran its way through your throat and you shot at the tiger, one laser point going into his back, his body rapidly moving away, his icy eyes landing on you. A low snarl rumbled in his neck and he punched Danny down the alleyway, the large crash echoed back towards you as his body and trash cans came in contact. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you continued to shoot at Liam, and then the clicking of an empty slot reflected throughout the area. 

Of course.

The white tiger charged then, knocking the gun out of your hands and you stumbled away, your arms raising up to dodge the hits he threw. But he was a tower compared to you, you had to face guys like him in the academy, but this was your first fight alone. You ducked as another hit came towards you, fear became power as you decided to strike. Your hooves swiped at him, the curve cutting into his cheekbone, and then another one into his stomach. 

Liam let out a roar and his claws went into your leg, the razer-like talons dug into your jeans, quickly breaking past the fabric and into your fur and flesh. A scream raged through you as the nails shredded into your leg muscle and then with a long and antagonizing slowness, he threw you to the side. You could taste the salty blood in your mouth and your leg was feverish and wet, with the loss of air and blood, your vision once agains went blurry. The night was cold against your damp fur, and before you blacked out, all you could think about was your father, and how he was right about you.

You were a failure.

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You woke you with a start, sweat pouring through your fur as you blinked several times to take in your surroundings. You were on someone’s couch, the black leather under you was worn and old. You took in the apartment around you, the grey walls were dim against you and the area seemed to be clean, seemed.

A hiss of pain passed your teeth and you looked down, your jeans were completely cut off until it was to your wound, which was now bandaged and cleaned. Your neck still burned and it was wrapped as well, the calmly ointment stuck to your fur. A bottle of water and medicine laid next to you on a stool and a blanket was curled around you. 

Where am I? What happened to Liam and Danny?

You tried to lift yourself up, but the pain that blasted from your right thigh brought you right back down. Shouldn’t you be in a hospital, not in someone’s apartment?  Then you heard it, the small chatter of voices in the room next to you and you went for your gun, but it was gone. You checked your whole belt and everything you had packed for this hunt was gone. 

Alright, whoever touched me is done for. 

You looked around and saw the coffee table stuffed with medical gear, ranging from antibiotics and pills. You spotted the scissors that were used to cut your bandages. You lifted yourself up on your elbows and let out a shaky breath and leaned over to the wooden table, the tip of your hooves barely grasping the blade before you completely rolled off the couch. 

A violent grunt came out of your throat and your hand went to your side, the row of bruises under your fur ached against your body. 

The voices went still and the patter of footsteps rushed into the room with you, your free hand going for the scissors and hiding it under yourself. 

You watched with half-closed eyes as four pairs of legs came into view, your head felt hot with fever as someone helped you up and back on the couch. Through the lights of the ceiling you could barely make out the figure that felt against your forehead. 

“How ya doing, doll?”

“Danny?”

The significant details in his face came into view as he smiled down at you, his tall figure no longer in a suit but in a regular t-shirt and pants, a few wraps were around his arms as well. 

“Ohhhhhh, I would have rather been beaten to death,” you groaned as you placed your hands over your eyes, the urge to scream out weighed heavy in your lungs. 

“Well that’s a weird way to say thanks.”

More anger bubbled in your stomach as you recognized Loathsome Leonard’s voice, so that meant the whole Mud Dogz group was here, and that you were in their home. What will your boss think if he finds out? What would he do to you since not only did you let the Mud Dogz get away, but you were wounded and taken to their hideout. Maybe you wouldn’t get to leave, maybe they wanted to get rid of you so you no longer bothered them. 

You opened your eyes with a sigh. 

No, if they wanted you gone, if Danny wanted you gone he would have left you on that street, he wouldn’t have brought you back here, he wouldn’t have bandaged you up…

“Okay, who ripped my jeans?”

A female cat came up from behind the ogre, her thin tail swishing back and forth. 

“Sorry about that. But it was the only way to get to your wound without undressing you. Also I’m the one who stripped you of your weapons, Danny’s orders that no guy touched you,” she said, her eyes going over the medical table, her eyes narrowing. 

You felt a large pressure release from your shoulders that a girl looked at you, even if she was working with other criminals. The cat yokai looked over at Danny and then eyed the table, his eyes following hers. That pressure was replaced with panic as you pushed your back further into the couch, the cold blade digging into your shirt.

“Luckily for you, that leg didn't need stitches. They should heal on their own time with proper care daily. ”

“I know.”

The brown cat raised an eyebrow and walked past you and to the kitchen, her eyes flicking over you as if you prey. 

“Okay, little piglet, then you don’t need my assistance anymore.”

You puffed out a gust of air and placed your hand over your wounded leg and groaned as the long gashes moved under your touch. Leonard and Mickey looked over at Danny and he gave them a curt nod and they followed the feline into the kitchen, their bodies disappearing. The rat was about to follow, but your voice stopped him in his tracks. 

“Why?”

He turned back to look at you, to look at little and weak you. But you held yourself strong up on your elbows once again, the sweat dripping from your eyebrow showed the strength you were using to get yourself up. For a while, Danny just believed that you were just another cop, too dumb to notice and too native to care. But you were persistent, you chased him down with every last tooth and nail you had, you jumped onto a bloody train to catch up to him. 

You were unique. You were stubborn. You fought for what you wanted.

 So, when you left him go to save him from Liam and his gang, he knew he had to come back for you. When Liam sank his claws into you, Danny took him down and carried you back to the Mud Dogz apartment, instantly calling up Leonard’s feline friend to patch you up. 

He knew about the scissors under your back, but he sat on the end of the couch from you, his body relaxed against your paranoid one. 

“Why what?”

“I’ve been chasing after you for months. You know it, and yet, you’re nice to me, you make jokes when your life's on the line. And when you had the chance to run, when you had the chance to get rid of me once and for all; You didn’t. What kind of criminal are you?!”

The rat’s tail twitched and he gently leaned towards you, his eyes interested in the words you were spilling out. You went stiff under his gaze and you fully lifted yourself up, your back now leaning against the armrest of the couch. 

“You said I reminded you of your father, is he a criminal as well?”

You clenched your teeth in your mouth and you crossed your arms over your chest, the blade you sat on now was calling your name to pick up and attack. You were talking to a felon, someone who broke laws and ruined yokai’s lives, but his file came back to your mind. He never stole from the poor, he never hurt anyone, and he reminded you nothing of your father. 

“Yes, but I was wrong. I’m sorry.”

The luminosity of the ceiling lights appeared over you as Danny took in a full look of you. You were pretty, gorgeous even, your dark coffee fur shined brightly in the room, the outline of your fur dusted with gold. He wouldn’t admit that he found your snout and the few tufts of fur on your head cute, nor that he found you attractive, but he would admit that you were unlike anything he had ever known. 

“You seem real conflicted, doll. Something on yer mind?”

You let out a breathless chuckle as you looked up at the light.

“You are so different from what I was taught to go after. My father, other criminals, I’ve watched yokai’s kill for money, I’ve watched families be torn by murder. My father was the same, but you, the Mud Dogz, are not. They don’t teach you that there are different criminals.”

You balled your hands into fists and held the tears that were trying to build back. 

“But I can’t rise to the top without following orders. I can’t get the respect I deserve without taking out the criminals I was trained to hunt for! And since I failed at protecting my mother and siblings from my father, a bloody criminal, I guess I feel like I need to save the city from criminals! But who are even the criminals anymore?! Yokai like you or the ones who step over me like I’m nothing!!”

You were gasping for air now, the blade now in your hands, every muscle in your body pushed against the tip of your hooves as you held it with every fiber of your life.

“That tiger was right, no one sticks around me when things start to fail.”

 You wondered if the other members of the Mud Dogz had heard you, but for once you didn’t care. You were failing, just like he said you would, the years you trained to become better, stronger than most was worth nothing in this moment. 

Danny hadn’t moved a muscle as your panic sizzled over you like an electric wave. The conflict that seemed to control you was something he hadn’t seen from other officers. Most broken animals were because of a missing or abusive parent, and to hear that you had to become the hero for your mother and siblings made more sense with how unbreakable you were, but you were already broken so many times that there was nothing left to break.  

“Do you feel like yer doing that?” Was all he asked. 

“Doing what?”

“Saving people, helping the city?”

You were quiet for a second and you rested your head on your stable knee. 

“….No.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m being told to go after men like you, when real criminals are getting away.”

You then flipped the scissors over until the handle faced Danny, the tears gone and a newfound determination in your eyes. Danny gave you a smile and took the blade. Danny felt something in his heart twitch when your hand lightly touched him, the hard crack of your hooves and the softness of your fur. But he ignored it and threw the weapon onto the table

“ I will put you in a prison these days though, Dastardly Danny. I’m the type to not know when to quit.”

“If it’s you, then I’ll be honored.”

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You woke up the next morning sore and uncomfortable.

After you and Danny had your chat, you were given your weapons back and the feline cat led you out of the apartment blindfolded. You were skeptical at first, but the sheek cat stated that it was that so then the cop standing in front of her wouldn’t know where they lived. It was a few minutes of walking until she untied it from your eyes and gave a wave goodbye after handing your black jacket back. 

“I cleaned it and patched up a few holes in it.”

“Oh! Ah, thank you.”

You wondered if you would see that cat again, but if she hanged out with the Mud Dogz, then you beat every dollar in your bank account that you would. 

You went straight home and fell asleep, and then called off work once you were awoken by your alarm. 

Yet when you called, the pride in your boss’s voice was noticeable.

“Good job with the arrest last night, I’m guessing you’re taking the day off due to injuries?”

Arrest? 

“The arrest?”

“Liam Asad and his gang. They had been terrorizing store workers for weeks now.” 

You then got a notification on your phone and it was a message from one of your colleagues, you opened up the message while your boss mumbled on about it and saw that Liam and his two other goons were tied up out front of the police station, a note with your name on it stuck against the ropes. 

Shiki Chibana.

Your mind jumped back and forth with confusion and you went back to talking to your chief. 

“Anyway, good job again, Miss Cibana, enjoy your day off, you deserve it.” And then he hung up. 

You were still staring at the image of the yokais tied up when your room went silent. The mammals were beaten to hell, the blood stains from either fists or your laser pistol, and the penmanship on the paper wasn’t your handwriting. You recognized it instantly on every Mud Dogz calling card you studied.

You rushed as quickly as you could to get your jacket on, barely even seeing the piece of paper that flew out of it. You limped over to it once you spotted it and picked up the crumbled paper, coffee stains dotted against the sides.

“I’ll be carrying the torch for ya while you believe you’re failing.”

A little heart was curved into the word ya as you read Danny’s handwriting over and over, your hooved thumb brushing over the word torch. 

What did it mean? Danny used so many slanged words that you hardly knew what he was saying half the time. 

He turned Liam in, before you even had the heart-to-heart to him since you had this letter in your jacket pocket. You looked out your studio window and opened it, taking in the crips air and the busy sound of the city below. You continued to reread the letter over and over, your lips unknowingly curling into a shy smile. 

You weren’t afraid to admit when you were wrong, and maybe you were wrong about Danny. Or maybe you were just into bad boys with soft hearts. 

[kutiebug-kuddles]

Can I have headcannons of the mud dogs having a s/o that's a artist?

Dastardly :

He’s the type to want to keep checking in on your wips

Not in an annoying way though

Has the most artisanal taste out of the Mud Dogs, so if you really want critique you can trust him to give a valid opinion

That is, not without showering it with compliments right after.

I mean cmon! Just cause he’s got an eye for these things doesn’t mean he has to be rude about it- not to you.

Gets really soft and flattered if you ever ask him to observe something or check if anything’s off.

Kinda frequently checks up on you, to the point where it might get annoying-

“Are you sure you I couldn’t get you anything?” (He says after bringing you snack/refreshments/setting the room to your preferred temp/ clearing your workspace a little)

“Yes, Danny. Now l e a v e.” You say as he creeps back out.

Painting/Pottery outings! Like those shops with wine where you can both go to learn how to paint/mold/create something.

Overall is absolutely smitten at the prospect of you including him in your creation process

Your art’s a part of you! There’s no denying that- so being asked to be a part of it means a whole deal to him.

Makes you drinks while you work- and makes sure to put them in a cup very distinct from your paint/claystick sludge/paint thinner cups.

Malicious:

Drank from the paint cup

In fact, had drank from the paint cup, choked, set it back down, and less than three minutes later mistook it for his own cup again and took another swig

Help him

Besides a few, ahem, mishaps, He’s your biggest cheerleader.

VERY enthusiastic about your skills and thinks they’re super cool!!! Always gets excited when you start a new piece

After all he’s only got little flipper hands. Sure he can pull a heist but this? What a gift.

You can’t help but feel a little excited too really, his big grin and energy is contagious.

He’s kind of everywhere trying to get a look at your work.

It can be a little overbearing sometimes, but once you had asked him to keep away and not peek as you were working on something secret, but he sneaked in eventually.

When asked if he did sneak a peek, “wh- nooooo me? Cmon I didn’t- yeahitotallydid.”

He was a bashful lair, at least around you.

You couldn’t be angry at him though. It was a drawing of him. You wanted to try and capture all his weird shapes and his energy, but it wasn’t quite right yet. You were to wait to show it to him later, but oh well.

“Oh.. well that’s no problem! I just got to feel the surprise a earlier!” He chortled.

Guess it was no problem after all. Now at least you know he’ll like it- if him jumping around the hallway and fritzing out about it wasn’t enough to show.

Loathsome:

He doesn’t exactly… err.. get it?

Don’t get him wrong he’s totally supportive of it but it’s not like he really knows how to show it.

He’d still stay with you and watch if that’s what you wanted, but for the most part just wanted to be with you.

It’s a little disheartening at first, especially for something you’re putting so much of yourself into. You’d bring him in to see your work-in-progress and you’d get an unsure thumbs up or a frank “Hmm”

It was better than him pretending to jump up and down with enthusiasm that wasn’t his, at least.

But that’s it- That’s just not how his enthusiasm.. enthuses! All the time he spends patiently keeping you company as you work is his way of lifting you up during the highs and lows of the project.

At last, you finished and before you could finish your sentence he jumped up to walk by you and view it and..

“Wow” - and not just a “wow” wow-

“This is…” he trails off “wow!”

You had to giggle at the sight. This ogre who hadn’t shown much of anything during the whole process now seemingly awestruck.

“Yeah?”

He took a deep breath, still glued to the painting. “Look, I know I don’t have the kinda smarts to get this stuff and that I maybe should’ve done something different.. more for you meanwhile but I look at this and- and all I can see is how brightly you shine through it.”

He may not get art, but any chance he has to get you, well, why wouldn’t he take it? It seems there was a learning curve for the both of you here, and he can’t wait to learn more.

Though with all three of them you’ve had to get on to about breaking in to the Hidden City Museum of Art and replacing old pieces with your own.

“But it belongs with all the other masterpieces!”

“C’mon, you deserve the recognition for your hard work! Not anything less for you, dear.”

“You know if I could parade everything I loved about you I would, I just thought this was the next best thing.”

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Kk here!

Ahhh I’m not used to writing the Mud Dogz yet^^’ pls forgive me for taking so long on this one!!!!!! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ this was one of my first requests and I had no idea how to start it lolololol. I hope you like it!! Enjoy!!! (Also pls it bothers me too but I can’t find a good Mickey gif!!!! Aaaa!!(๑•ૅㅁ•๑) )

[donnies--jacket]

Mud Pup (Mud Dogz & Reader Headcannons)

relationship: familial

warnings: lil bit of swearing

a/n: HELLO, HI, YES, and welcome to what is likely going to be the only time i ever write on here. i've been thinking about these headcannons by @bootyyy-shaker9000 every day, and my little found family loving heart decided to make me write this. so here, take it.

also srry if it kinda jumps around a lot??? my adhd bitchass just has a dolphin brain and processes things kinda wack and it sorta effects how i write 😳. and i also wrote this at like 3am while very sleepy over the course of two days so dahfsdgfzdgfsdhfdgfsdgfs. also i didnt proofread this or anything i just. word vomit, yknow.

Living with the Mud Dogz was. interesting.

I mean, it wasn't bad, not at all, it was just... you were a family of four absolute himbos, with a total of one braincell among you and no one knows who has it.

Still, you love your dumbass dads and they love you!! Living with them was great!

Out of the three of them, Danny is the most parental with you-- probably because he's the oldest and relatively the most responsible of them.

He helps you with things like your homework and teaches you a lot of basic life skills like cooking and stuff, but he also helps out a lot with emotional problems, too. He's able to comfort you when you're anxious or sad, and can calm you down when you get angry.

G O D , Danny would absolutely have one of those "baby on board" stickers on his car.

Even though you're NOT a baby!! >:(( You're big and strong!!!

Mickey often tends to be much more of a fun older brother than a parent for you, but he still does always step up and fulfill that role when needed. Mostly though, y'all are just the most chaotic pair of siblings.

You're such horrible influences for each other omfg-

The two of you are constantly egging each other on to do stupid shit, and are so goddamn DESTRUCTIVE. If it weren't for Danny and Leonard, you would both be dead by now.

"Y/n and I are immortal. Our proof is that we haven't died yet."

Leonard is probably the most inexperienced when it comes to being a parent.

Growing up, he'd really only had his mother and, sadly, she'd passed away when he was little. His dad wasn't around much, so for a lot of his life he'd practically raised himself. He'd gotten so used to taking care of himself that he wasn't sure how to take care of others.

He'd gotten accustomed to watching out for Danny and Mickey after some time, but keeping an eye out for someone not even half his age was a lot more difficult for him.

Still though, he really tries his best and actively makes an effort to be there for you. He may not be as good at Danny is at parenting, or be able to connect with you in the same way that Mickey can, but he loves you just as much as they do, and you love him just as much as you do them.

Leonard honestly is the most "dad" of the bunch.

Like ofc they're all dads, but, as previously mentioned, Mick is so often much more of an older brother and Danny is honestly a lot more of a mom-type. Leonard fills the role of a father much better than the others.

Speaking of mom Danny.

Dan's maternal instincts are IMMACULATE. Like,,,,,,,, bro,,,,,,,

Each one of the Mud Dogz are so extreamely protective of you, but Danny is just... the most. To the point where it can be very overbearing.

"Y/n, careful!! That's sharp! You could cut yourself."

"Literally, I was just reading a book."

If there's anything that you can't stand about your family, it's how much they baby you. They treat you like a little kid!! They ask you if you want appy slices and little cups of peanut butter to dip them in, as if you aren't fully capable of getting your own DAMN appy slices!!!!

But, to be completely honest, the Mud Dogz are very anxious about you getting older. It felt like you were growing up so, so fast and they just... didn't really know how to handle it?

They knew that getting older was inevitable and all but they just weren't ready for that to happen. They weren't ready for you to grow up yet. That's why they baby you so much; because they don't want to have to let you go.

When you finally bring up just how frustrated you are with them babying you all the time, they explain this all to you; how scared they are that you're growing up and that you wont need them anymore.

"You guys... I'll always need you."

"...Really?"

"Of course!! You're my family, and my best friends! I love you. And you'll always be apart of my life."

Cut to the Mud Dogz absolutely BLUBBERING.

They crowded around you for a big group hug, and just about suffocated you.

"Heh, we love you too, kiddo."

"Just promise that you'll slow down a bit for us, okay?"

"I promise."

HOO BOY, gettin a bit emotional there aint we

anyways 🥺 back to the shenanigans

The guys are surprisingly very affectionate with you, Mickey especially. They're constantly giving you little pats on the back or rubbing your head, and hugs are very frequent as well. Oh!! They also give you lots of little kisses on the head, too!

When it comes to spending time together, it really varies depending on who you're with.

Like, if it's just you and Mickey then you'll likely be up playing video games all night and eating junk food until you pass out.

If you and Danny hang out, you'll probably be watching a bunch of old movies on VHS or cooking together.

With you and Len, he likes to take you out for long car rides. Usually you won't even have any idea where you're going, you'll just drive until you get lost or run out of gas.

If it's the four of you together, though... oh boy.

You've tried to do so many things together as a family, but no matter what, it always ends in chaos.

Like, this one time you all played Monopoly together, and by the time you were halfway through the game, Dan and Len had gotten into THREE FIST FIGHTS, Mickey had attempted to rob the bank twice (despite you repeatedly telling him that isn't how the game works), and you'd had seventeen mental breakdowns.

You all never played Monopoly again after that.

And for real, everything ended up like this.

You tried to watch a movie together, but none of you could agree on what to watch and argued over it for an hour, until you finally just picked something random and it ended up being terrible.

You tried to go camping together and nearly got mauled by a bear and spent two days straight in a the-- which was not at all helped by Mick's constant complaining and you literally begging to climb down to try and make friends with the bear.

Even going to the grocery store was disastrous! You'd either end up being recognized by the police and have to make a run for it, or you get lost on the way there!

Still though, none of you would ever consider these to be bad memories. You look back on them all quite fondly, actually.

Monopoly night is something you always think back to and laugh over just how dramatic you all were being; you had all had a lot of fun watching that terrible movie and making fun of it; you'd surprisingly learnt a lot about each other while stuck up in that tree and had grown very close as a family because of it; and going out together was always exciting because you never know what could happen!

Honestly, there's not a single moment you've spent with the Mud Dogz that you regret, not even one. You genuinely cherish the time you've spent with them, and you couldn't imagine just how sad and lonely you would be without them.

Your family is an absolutely chaotic mess, but, you wouldn't change it for the world.

[dakotafinely]

As celebration for Netflix being one step closer to Completing my life long dream of ROTTMNT On Netflix could I get HC’s for reader confessing his love to Dastardly ? Thanks!

YAS YOU MAY MON AMIE!!!

You made some seriously through plans in order confess to Danny

It was an all day thing

You wore your best outfit, took him out to his favorite restaurant, bought him something he said he liked

Aka you spoiled the ever living day lights out of him

And then came dinner, you two were sitting peacefully eating in silence before he spoke up

“Alright, look (Y/N) whatever it is you did, I won’t hate you for it so please spit it out I can’t take it anymore”

Poor, poor Danny. He thought maybe you’d ruined one of his suits or accidentally ratted him out to the police

I mean, what other reason would he think you’d spoil him so much for?

You’re of course, a tad confused about it

“Dan, I didn’t do anything?”

“Then what’s with all this... it’s not like you to take me out.”

“Dan I- I’ve been trying to work up the courage to ask you out.”

“But we just went out.”

“I want you to be my boyfriend Danny.”

Jeez this poor man is slow, he sits there, complete silence for a solid minute before it dawned on him

Oh... oh

His whole fur puffs up in embarrassment as he slowly begins to realize

This... this was all an attempt at a date

“Danny... is this a no or a yes I can’t tell.”

OH RIGHT

“Yes, a whole yes, all the yes’s, in fact we’re having another date.”

“When?”

“Tomorrow, it’s my turn to spoil you toots.”

This... is so dumb but I’m literally running on one brain cell. I can’t help it, I feel like Dan would be like... the type to flirt with someone but you could take him for a whole date and he wouldn’t realize unless you told him. Like, he doesn’t expect it to work, he doesn’t expect to woo anyone and- I’m sorry I really wanted something dumb and soft so I hope you like it.

[astral--horrorshow]

TMNT Masterlist

Around-The-Clock Shadows (Platonic Yandere ROTTMNT x Reader)

Involuntary Blood Drive (Yandere Vampire Donatello)

Yandere Mud Dogs Headcanons

Dollhouse (Platonic Yandere Dastardly Danny x Reader)

[blueberrypossum]

I love this prompt idea, so I decided to do it with the Mud Dogz! Enjoy!

Loathsome Leonard 

He smells like motor oil, hair gel, the smell of hard work, the chill wind of a summer night, a new leather jacket, the fumes of a sizzling gun,

He tastes like hard liquor that warms your blood, the iron seeping into your tongue, the cherry on top of an undone sundae, the taste of ice on your sunny lips, the honeysuckle you licked off the plants when you were a kid, 

Scents that you picture when you think of him: Pines covered in rain in a gloomy forest, the night sky with motorbikes roaring in the distance, a simple room with an acoustic guitar and blood splattering the wooden floor like song, sitting in a tree at midnight with a bottle between his fingers and yours in the other.

How would he taste after a deep kiss: You’ve lost your will to breathe because you are lost in the woods, the fog and howls of the animals calling you as he pulls you closer. He is the lantern between the bushes and leaves and you race towards him with your mouth. The fear of the outside world melts away as his warmth consumes you like the puffy air from the back of his motorcycle. The cosmic love behind his actions has your knees wobbling as if there was no dawn or dusk as his hands rain the moon into icy drops upon your back. 

Dastardly Danny

He smells like old worn cologne that has aged like wine, cigarettes, the dark roast of bitter coffee, old literature of a dusty library, the perfume and gossip of a theater, the new texture of a suit and the smell of the iron straightening it. 

He tastes like the creamy side of coffee, the burning taste mixing in with the blaze of smoke, the apple pie that has cooled down on the window seal with vanilla ice cream.The sad tingle of the violin at the end of a play, how it lingers in your soul as if the band was against your body. 

Scents that you picture when you think of him: An abandoned library that has books long and forgotten, yet filled to the brim with knowledge and yearn, a casino that is busy with life and the smell of cigars and intoxicated laughers swimming in your ears like honey,

How would he taste after a deep kiss: As if the stars had fallen from the navy sky and sparked between your lips, the rich taste of their worth caused little noises to escape from your lungs. As if the shadow of your heart was cleaned as his hands dance over your hips. The tips of your fingers were once cold but now sweaty with them dug into his fur. As if you had hit the jackpot of a money machine he had you lifted on the edge of your toes due to his height 

Malicious Mickey 

He smells like dusted sand from the beach, the cream icicles you buy at a rundown ice cream truck, the palm trees that dance with the wind, fried food from a rundown carnival, burnt sugar on a dessert, anything fruity or deep fried. 

He tastes like sugar, coconut water, the exhilaration of exploring and getting caught, the swirl of a smoothie and whipped cream, the aftertaste of sadness, as if happiness was something he swallowed so much that the hint of despair washed between his teeth. 

Scents that you picture when you think of him: A deserted beach with the sun setting behind you, the rays consuming your back in heat, a theme park with giggling kids and couples, the end of a bank robbery where the money is dancing in the air like partners at a ball. 

How would he taste after a deep kiss: Like fireworks at a fourth of July party, the scent of the coal from the grill and the ash from the sparks surrounding you like a smog. The bitter taste of energy drinks and the days and night he stayed awake with the drug. How the salt of the sea no longer burns your throat but instead it brings the familiar sting. It’s all familiarity when it comes to kissing him, like the sandwich you would eat after swimming, because when he pulls you close in his embrace it’s as if you’ve slowed down time. 

Writing Prompt:

▪︎ How do these men/women smell, taste like? (Your Choice of whom)

▪︎ What sort of scents do you picture them having?

▪︎ How would they taste after a deep kiss?

[koalaray]

Imagine:

A college au with the Mud Dogs!

Leonard is the main delinquent; the cliche bad boy with a heart of gold <3

Danny is the popular, smart guy. At the top of all his classes. Because of this he belittles everyone around him.

Mickey is the class clown. Everyone loves him, but they never take him seriously.

They’re not friends in this au. In fact, they don’t even know each other at all. The boys would run into each other through some random circumstance and be forced to get along. Whether it’s for a group project or just trying not to get caught after being falsely accused of something, they will be forced into some form of friendship.

I will probably be making some reader inserts using this au. I was also thinking of making a series with this au as well, but I’m not sure yet.

[glowinggator]

To Betray the Moon

Request: Hi there! If you don’t mind, could you do Headcanons for either the rottmnt boys or mud dogs with a reader /crush that has hazel eyes, since they mainly hangout during the night it looks like plain brown ( usually in the dark hazel eyes looks like brown eyes ) but for the first time they were able to meet up at daylight ( maybe stayed up until sunrise together, or went into a farm for a week vacation, idk are seeing the reader in sunlight for the first time ) and their eyes aren’t actually brown but hazel? Like way lighter, almost like a honey color with a tint of green? How could they react? Thank you and hope you have a good day!

Pairing: Dastardly Danny/Reader (Mutual Pining) 

Content Warnings: None! 

Word Count: 612

He’s a huge fan of brown eyes on their own, but man, has anybody ever told you that you’re gorgeous? Like gods above, you’re an angel sent to earth. He's loved the sun all his life, but he's never truly known how Icarus felt, to be so entranced by the sun that he would give up anything to feel it's warmth. For in all of your beauty, are you not the sun? How glad he would be, to be your Icarus: sacrificing everything to be close to you. 

He's starstruck for a moment, but he recovers fairly quickly and throws a compliment your way. 

There's something special about the sunrise. The first glimmers of dawn floating over the horizon, not yet hot enough to warm the skin but more than enough to warm the soul. You gaze at the whole world from atop the roof, breathing a contented sigh at the beauty of it all. 

"It's been a long time since I've seen the sunrise," Danny murmurs. He leans back against the wooden roof with a sigh and a quiet smile. The first rays of sunlight dance across his cream-colored fur, suit jacket having long been discarded. The sleeves of his undershirt are rolled up to his biceps, tie loosened and hanging slack around his neck. It’s not often that you see him so relaxed, although you suppose this is a special occasion. 

“How long?” you ask. 

He sighs, “A hundred years, at least. I haven’t been top-side since… the 1910’s I think? 1920’s? I haven’t really had the opportunity to come up here, not until I met you.” 

You hum, smiling softly. “Well, I guess that just means there’s a hundred more years of sunshine to catch up on.” 

The next few moments are spent in silence, simply admiring the view in the presence of each other. The stars slowly fade away under the mighty light of the sun, eclipsed in a glow of ethereal light. And the sky changes color effortlessly, adding splashes of gorgeous yellows and pinks to the sky like oil on a canvas. You can’t imagine being driven underground, forbidden from seeing such a perfect and otherworldly view. Your heart aches for him, in more ways than one. 

The quiet is comforting, pierced only by the chirps of songbirds and gentle wind. You let yourself relax into the chipped wood, closing your eyes as you listen to your surroundings. The tranquility of the moment is like anything you’ve ever experienced before, and part of you has to fight off the allure of sleep. You open your eyes once more, rolling your head to the side to gaze at the man beside you. He’s leaned forward from his spot, instead choosing to rest his arms in his lap. His eyes are trained on the horizon, wind blowing gently through his fur as he admires the view. The gentlest smile adorns his face, completely entranced by the world’s natural beauty. And you are as well, in a sense. You could easily spend the rest of time here, content to simply be by his side. 

He turns to you slowly with a smile, opening his mouth to say something, by the words seem to catch in his throat. He pauses for a moment, eyes widening a fraction as his smile grows. His features soften, as he gazes at you, and you feel the blood steadily rise to your face. 

And then, the softest chuckle spills past his lips. With a shake of his head, he speaks sweetly: “I think you’ve just given me another reason to be a morning person, because darlin’,” he pauses, “the sun was made for you.”

[bootyyy-shaker9000]

-SLAM DUNKS YOU- Do you have headcanons involving a mistle toe....?? 😳💕💕

Bro. Brooooo. You know I do

Loathsome Leonard

"Hey, Lee. Look up."

He heard you snicker by his side in the door way, doing as he was told to see...a plant?

"What am I looking at exactly?"

"It's mistletoe, ya dingus."

Well shit.

It's not that he didn't want to kiss you. In any other situation, he would've had less of a problem crashing his lips to yours, but now he was put on the spot, being expected to do something.

His hesitation was clear by how he kept avoiding your gaze so you stated:

"It's okay if you don't want to, you know?"

"N-no, I do! I just-"

With a tug on Leonard's shirt collar and a pair of soft lips against his, he shut up completely.

It's short and sweet, just a 5 second long peck on the lips before you pulled away, smirking as his mouth followed after you.

Your smile must've rubbed off on him, as he reflected yours with his hands coming to rest on your arms, pulling you in lightly.

"Can we try that again?"

Dastardly Danny

"Y/N, can you help me out here?"

Shamelessly, you strolled up to his side, meeting him from behind to only have him turn around.

With his height, what was attached to his hat had gone unnoticed by you, but then Danny flicking his eyes up in a gesture made your gaze trail upwards.

The guy pinned mistletoe to his hat. Clever bastard.

"How bout it, huh?"

"You're so lame, y'know that?"

"You'll learn to love it."

With that, his finger hooked under your chin and guided your face closer to his slowly, giving you the chance to pull away if needed. But instead, you let your lips interlock.

Neither of you pulling away, you allowed the kiss to only deepen until either Leonard or Mick interrupted the two of you, but that wouldn't be happening anytime soon.

Malicious Mickey

"Ah, shit, oW!"

"What's up, what's wrong??"

You ran into the kitchen at the sound of Mick's yelps, finding him sprawled out on the tiled floor clutching at his side.

"I just slipped on this totally wet floor."

Once knelt down to meet him at his level on the ground, it was then that you realised the man's true intentions.

Quickly, but not too abruptly, he raised his arm to hover just above your head, and you took notice of the familiar plant he held.

Looking back down, you gave him a quizzical look.

"Really? This is low, even for you."

"Meh, it's the holidays."

His grin only widened as he waited for you to give him what he desired, and that is just what you did. Your hands came down to hold his cheeks and you leant towards him, nearing closer to his lips before moving to peck at his forehead instead.

"Wha- hey! You missed!"

"Tough shit, you shouldn't have tricked me."

"Pft, Danny would've appreciated it."