#when they realize there's more than just bears they're amazed okay

[viveela]

They finally went when it was actually open

Bonus:

[tinycozycomfort]

some quiet evenings

pairing: mike schmidt x f!reader

summary: If he wasn’t so far away all the time, working and worrying and wracked with undeserving guilt, you’d disassemble him completely—down to the fucking marrow.

warnings/tags: no use of y/n, sub!mike, the tone? they're in love, underwear play, c*ck grinding, finger sucking, pet names (baby, honey, etc), the socks stay on, criminally gratuitous descriptions of how good-looking this man is

word count: 2k

rating: explicit! 18+ only, mdni

a/n: huge thank you to @cupofjoel for these amazing fics that were a direct contributor to me watching the movie (and then subsequently falling into a lore hole) and to @pascalisbaby for listening to me fumble my way through this!!

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Mike is always tired when he gets home. 

Tired like the weight of his body is too much to bear, eyes wet and just-open like a seam that’s freshly split. He hangs at the end of his own rope, slumped on the line of his spine, damp across his brow as he sits and undresses at the corner of the bed. 

You don’t question him when he says it’s nothing, when he mumbles something about work being a lot of pressure and just needing to make it through the end of the week. For something so mundane—watching unwanted property—it seems off; still you kneel at his back to help him shrug off the lip of his vest and hoodie and creased t-shirt with nothing more than a sigh.

“Didn’t mean to put this on you. I know you work as much as I do—more, even,” his head lolls down towards his lap, fingers sweeping his face as he shrinks with guilt, “I just need to figure out some money for another babysitter so I can actually sleep and you can actually see me and—” 

“It’s okay. Don’t know how many times I’ll have to tell you before you believe me.” 

He works at the clasp of his pants before you can—another thing he feels the need to take responsibility for, right now—bending at the waist enough to pool them at his ankles, socked feet tapping the ground inside their halos. Nervous, like always, high-strung and erratic for reasons you can’t begin to pull out of him. 

“And everything with Abby, she just… I worry about her.” 

“She’s asleep down the hall. Got her to eat and everything. You need to worry about yourself, too, y’know.” You widen your thighs, straddling the base of his hips, left hand curling to cradle the strip of skin between his shoulder and neck. He’s warm there, too, tacky and tense when you tuck your pointer up against his jaw. “Look at me, Mike.” 

He refuses at first, pushing back against your guidance, reserve strong in the face of shame.

In return, you press harder into him, doubling down, dimpling the underside of his chin in an effort to halt his retreat.

“No,” he whispers, insistent. 

Something hot swirls in the core of your spine at his defiance, as small as it is loud, the corner of your lip tugging up in response. He can’t see you, hiding like this, but it’s like he can feel it, knocking a shoulder up to shield himself even more. 

He likes this game, you’ve realized—where you let him have his fit just to reel him back in, to prove to him he’s wrong. That special kind of attention to detail—the laborious care of taking the time to peel back his doubts to get to the tender meat of his heart, just to string up your favorite pieces of him as you go. Declarations is maybe the most correct way to put it; he likes to earn the kind of love he can hang on the fridge.

You lean in behind him, cheek brushing the hair at his temple, and his guise falters, body unfurling on instinct. What a sweet man he is, naked save for the rings of fabric on and at his feet, the thin veil of his boxers—the latter failing to hide his own interest. Opening for you like he needs to.

You drag your nose across his lobe, the flesh there raising in little welts, “You do know how much I worry about you, right? How much I want you to relax? Don’t you want that, too?” 

He swallows hard, wrist twisting in his lap—restraint, you think, or warning; Mike, ever-courteous, letting you know he’s reached his threshold, fizzing over the top. 

“What do you think I could do to make you feel better, honey?” You run the bend of your free hand along his inner thigh, chest flush to his back so you can reach the fold of his knee. 

Mike shudders, short puffs of air jutting out of his open mouth. The grip you have on his neck tilts, wrapping your thumb over the knob of his jaw, longer fingers spreading out so you can curve one between his lips. He licks at it, tongue soft where he sucks you in, skipping the gentle work-up to get to his favorite part—more tired than you thought, then.

“I don’t want to have to choose for you, but I will.” You rub the inside of his cheek like you can coax the words out, “C’mon.” 

“You could—I want, fuck. I want to be inside you.” 

The papery t-shirt clinging to your back stretches, looped material around your hips tacked down by the trickle of slick that seeps out at his words. You were ready for bed when he arrived,  more thankful than ever to have nothing else between you and his body, now that he’s ready for something else.

You drag your wandering hand across where he’s straining, hot and heavy, his only reaction a gentle tug of teeth on your knuckle, a too-deep inhale that inflates his chest. Mike’s hands sit limp where they’re glued to his thighs, waiting patiently for your next instruction, seeing if you’ve decided to grant him his request. 

It’s not until you wedge your hand free to toy at the waistband of his boxers that he sets into motion, raising off the sheets and letting you strip him of his last shred of modesty, just the slouched cuffs of his socks left clinging to him.

His cock is hard—angry—coming down on his stomach with a dull thud, a sticky pull of precome following in its wake. The muscle under his torso jumps at the impact like he forgot it was even there, too focused on what’s coming next, sold on the prospect of something better. 

You guide a leg down the slope of the bed, planting yourself on the floor by his side. He takes the hint, pushing himself higher up on the sheets and resting his weight on the flat of his elbows behind him, quick to obey.

You take your time climbing along him, bracketing him from the front this time so you can take in the full image of his want. He’s flushed across his cheeks, his neck—even the little reliefs in the skin under his eyes are touched by pink. Lips shining, hair clumped with wet at the root���he’s the kind of beautiful he doesn’t even know he’s capable of, sleepy and misty and shaky when you run your fingers against his jaw—still damp from his own mouth—marveling at the rounded edges that find their way in his angular face. 

If he wasn’t so far away all the time, working and worrying and wracked with undeserving guilt, you’d disassemble him completely—down to the fucking marrow. Clip him off at every joint just to piece him back together. 

“Pretty,” you mumble, mostly to yourself, but you know he hears it when he preens, eyes fluttering and chest squeezing tight in a long exhale.

You loop a thumb through the center of your underwear, swinging it out to fit his cock in with you, settling into his lap more firmly so that the split of your cunt presses against him. He’s trapped there, between your heat and his belly, the whine that slips out of him involuntary but solid. 

When you start to move, working up a rhythm, he spits out something like fuck, fuck yes and you nod to feign understanding.

“Oh, is this what you meant? You wanted to be inside here?” You rock into his hips with purpose, the thick shape of him rubbing at your clit like it’s all he was made for, like being inside you wouldn’t even be an idea if he couldn’t take care of you in every other way first. 

“No.” 

“First yes, now no? You have to make your mind up, baby. You’re not giving me enough to work with, here.”

“Yes. This is–yes.” 

He starts to meet you halfway without thinking, grinding up into the cradle of your body in search of a better way to communicate than words. 

“So you don’t want to fuck me?” 

Mike whines at that, the breakout of red reaching the very edges of his face, bleeding down into his collarbones. He regains some sense of his own body, then, hands fumbling up until they slot above the crease of your thigh, rubbing firmly at your hip bones. Pleading.

You tuck your knees into his side to help him along, ribs stinging where your efforts begin to hurt, happy anyway to push him closer to the edge. A thick lick of heat rises in your chest, the seat of your pelvis, flaring white when you watch him fight for something to say.

“I do—I did, I just. This is perfect. You’re perfect.” He’s panting in between each word, pressing himself to you to punctuate his point, “I’m going to come just like this, if you’ll let me.” 

It’s not so spelled out, but he is asking for permission—as he always does—and it sounds like an apology more than anything else. For being selfish, you know he’ll say; for taking his pleasure exactly like you’d asked him to.

You swipe at the curls that are starting to twist at the base of his neck, both for leverage so you can match his pace and to point out another facet of him that falls perfectly into your liking, the glide easier with how much you’ve coated him in that same favor. 

The hand you’d hooked into him earlier finds his lips again, slipping in with no resistance, passing harshly against his molars and tongue. 

Mike is eager to glean as much fondness as he can off the skin, closing his mouth and sucking fervently. 

“Go ahead, then. Said you needed to relax, didn’t I? We’ve got all morning.”

Something flashes in his eyes that reads horribly like but what about work?, as if now would be the time to worry over your schedule—as if anything could be more important than the way his cock swells in anticipation despite the thought. 

You redirect the anxiety, not wanting his orgasm to fall flat after all the convincing it took to lead him here, “You have all morning to make it up to me.”

His grip around your middle tightens, suffocatingly so, brows drawing tight, tilting his head so he can take in more of your fingers to slide his tongue against the underside of your palm as he comes in warm threads of slip. 

He makes a mess of your chests and the already soaked-through film of your underwear, legs shaking under you as he breathes his way down. 

You release yourself from him with a pop, squeezing lightly at his cheek as he cracks a meek smile. 

“Thank you,” he murmurs, freshly shy like he hadn’t been aware of what just occurred, so inside his mind he’d left his body, “I didn’t mean to not be able to, um—” 

“Fuck me?” 

He’s fully glowing by now, this time because of the weight of your accusation, loosening a little only when he sees you grinning back at him. You lean in, pecking at the corner of his mouth to not interrupt his irregular breaths, allowing him just a moment of error before appealing to the side of him that rids him of his nerves, “Get to it, then, if you’re so worried about it.”

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You did this to me @fruit-punch-clown 🫵

Watch out for angst

《~~~~~》

Takaaki moved his head up from his partner's chest. Kijo stirring a bit. He listened to the sounds of his twin boys crying in the distance from the nursery. Takaaki looked over at the clock and sighed. He got up from the bed and went to check on the boys. He wished that…just once…maybe Kijo would give a damn. He wanted these boys far from him as possible, but he wanted to at least see that he cared.

It was okay though, he'll take care of them. Him and Aloysius. God, he was a godsend. The man became sort of a father figure to him since he was a teen, he was always caring for him. Supported him in any way he could. And he promised to take care of the boys along with him.

Takaaki opened the door to the nursery and saw said man already in there taking care of the boys.

He held them both his his arms, rocking them as they cried. "Shh, it's okay. It's okay."

"Aloysius? What are you doing up? You're off duty, remember?" Takaaki asked through a yawn. He rubbed his eye, taking his sleep away for a bit before taking the two boys from him. "I did tell you I'd help, Master Ishimaru. Didn't I?"

"Mm, that's true. But I can take care of them myself as well. You get your rest. The boys are probably just hungry. Ah. Mind holding them for a second?" He asked then, realizing he needed to remove his shirt and bra to feed them.

"Of course." He took them in his arms once again as Takaaki removed his clothes. "I'm sorry for having you up so late with them. And seeing this. I do recommend sleeping again. You'll need it for when I go to work and have to care for them." Takaaki said, smiling softly. "No, I don't mind. It'll be okay. It's my job as your butler and as a close friend." Aloysius said, nodding his head.

"Ah, what would I do without you? God, if only Kijo could do these things for me. Just…for a second. God, it's hard to love someone who hasn't loved you for years but you're stuck with him." Takaaki sighed. "Sorry for the rant, though."

"No need, Master Ishimaru." Aloysius said.

Takaaki took the boys into his arms again and started to feed them. "I'll never get used to this feeling. Heh. You know, if I had it my way, I wouldn't have had kids with him. But they're so perfect I'm glad as well. I wish they had a different father." Takaaki said. "I wish for that as well. Especially for your happiness." The older man said.

"You always this nice?" Takaaki asked.

"Hm, well, I guess it comes when you care for someone this much. Especially someone who you see as a son." Aloysius hummed as he said that. Takaaki smiled. When the boys had finished the two burped them before laying them back in their crib. "I think…I think I might just leave him. Maybe I'll have a better chance at raising them in a more loving environment than here. Especially away from him. Away from the rest of the Togamis," Takaaki inhaled.

"From having to hide away where no one will know that the amazing and powerful Kijo Togami knocked up Takaaki Ishimaru. A man. A man from a family shamed for the crimes of Toranosuke Ishimaru. My father." Takaaki said as he watched his boys drift to sleep. Aloysius put a hand on his shoulder, "Whatever you need to do, do it, Master Ishimaru. But I recommend staying here for a little longer until the boys have grown." Aloysius said.

He chuckled. "I at least want to care for them a little longer."

"Hm. Yeah. I think it'd be best. Especially with the Togamis. It's kinda a blessing that I married rich. It's…it's better for them. To at least have nice things that I can't give them later. Not with this shame I have to bear. Not with the hatred of others." Takaaki hung his head low. "Aloysius. If…will…will you take them in? I don't think I'd be able to provide for them. What they need." Takaaki didn't want to say this. But it would be best.

"No, I want you to be there for them. They deserve to be with you."

"But–"

"Takaaki," His grip on his shoulder grew more firm. A gentleness to it. A fatherly feeling to it. He's never felt this much fatherly love before. "You are a great father. You care for these two. You need to be there for them as best you can. I will help you. Don't abandon them." Aloysius said in a just as firm tone.

Takaaki stood in silence, looking back down at his two sleeping boys. "You're right." He only said.

The two watched the boys sleeping, the butler's hand leaving his shoulder. "I think we should both go to bed now. You're still off your work hours." Takaaki said. "Yes, it'd be best." Aloysius nodded. Takaaki did as well, then yawned again. The two quietly left the nursery after Takaaki played the music box his boys loved so much. A gentle lullaby playing. "Goodnight, Master Ishimaru." Aloysius said. "Goodnight, Aloysius." He replied back before going back into his and Kijo's room.

There, he laid back into bed with his head rested right back on his husband's chest. Takaaki hesitantly kissed Kijo's lips before laying his head back down and fell asleep. Thinking of his conversation with the other man. Thinking of a better life for his boys as he drifted off back to sleep.

[i-cry-everytime]

Oh I love HCs lol

If you don't mind me sharing, here are a couple of mine for IshiMondo;

Whenever they end up fighting over something, the conversations always derail into them just shouting things at each other. They don't understand how it happens, either. Just goes from "YOU NEED TO TAKE OUT THE TRASH WHEN I ASK YOU TO TAKE IT OUT!" to "MAYBE WE SHOULD GET SOME NUTELLA NEXT TIME WE GO TO THE STORE."

They are so awkward when it comes to actually dating. Neither of them thought they would get this far, so sometimes they end up making really awkward small talk, going beet red, then just opting to hold hands instead.

I think it'd be really funny if their relationship is extremely whirlwind. Based on how they become friends for life in less than a day, they'd probably end up married by the end of the week.

(Bonus points if they hardly realize they're dating, too. "Since when were you two dating?" "Dating? Oh, no, this is just what we bros do!" "Bros kiss each other on the lips..?")

Sometimes Mondo likes to randomly hug Taka just to make sure he's still there and that he's okay :)

They don't show much PDA not only because it's not appropriate in a school environment (hehe), but also because Mondo gets too embarrassed to actually do anything.

Mondo seems like the easily flustered type to me. It's just funny imagining him getting a quick kiss on the cheek from Taka as he's running off somewhere and being caught off guard so he just hides in his collar.

Taka sometimes says stuff that can be misconstrued as dirty, but he has no idea since he's rather naive when it comes to that sort of stuff. Mondo knows, though, and often refuses to elaborate on why he's laughing lol

Ok that was kind of a lot, sorry lol. I'll stop there.

Have a good day/night ^w^

ANOTHER ASK! THANKS FOR WRITING SO MUCH BTW I LOVE READING ABT THESE TWO!!

These are all super cute! And the head canon that they don't know how to romance is absolutely amazing given that Taka probably hasn't dated anyone before and Mondo has an 11 girl losing streak when it comes to asking girls out! Also i think Taka would be calmer with PDA while Mondo is a bit more expressive, if you know what I mean? He'd definitely be the kinda guy to hold hands with Taka a lot, and he doesn't miss an opportunity for a big ol bear hug, but that's only if there's not a lot of people around. They both silly and get embarrassed easily so they'd take it slow with PDA!

And they have fights like any couple but I feel like they wouldn't last long because they'd communicate really well and express their opinions and why they're upset! Plus the subject change you spoke about during their fights would happen, like, every time they got into one lmao.

GAH I JUST LOVE THIS ASK DUDE THNX FOR SUBMITTING IT ‼️‼️

[melancholysway]

I'm an hypocrite who promised herself not to hound you and yet here I am again! I'm putting this here, answer it or not at your leisure: S/O never actually told the turtle "I love you" even though they are together. Then it comes out of the blue during an ordinary day and moment and S/O get so overwhelmed by having said it they just spill out every reason why they love their turtle. Even shutting them up if they try to say something because they're on an emotional roll and have to get to the end of it before hearing any reply.

Hi! I’m so sorry this took so long! I haven’t had the time lately to just sit down and write with work & all, so hopefully this is what you had in mind??

TMNT (Mix) Imagines: Spilling Your Feelings

2007!Leonardo

I have a love-hate relationship with 2007 Leo omg

It’s been hard, holding it in

Leo came back from his training, and the first thing he does after saying hello to his family is come see you

He jumps rooftop to rooftop like he used to do before he left, remembering your route by heart

He comes over to that window he’s so accustomed to, and knocks on it like old times

You can’t wait to see him, and you almost trip from running to the window to open it, and he’s just there.

Standing and looking at you, smiling widely and coming inside just to give you a long-awaited bear hug

Leonardo is back, and nothing could get any better than that.

“I missed you,” You say while he rubs your back, “I really, really missed you Leo.”

“I’ve missed you more, love.” Ugh, you loved it when he called you that. It was also important to point out that neither of you had said it yet, the “I love you.”

That is, until Leonardo gets comfortable, and you both decide to catch up by cuddling on your bed and watching a movie.

It’s just like before he left, he’s still the same goofball you fell for before he left for training. He’s still the same caring, loving, amazing boyfriend. He hasn’t changed. He’s visibly stronger, yes, but he’s still the same Leo you’ve come to know and love.

Once the movie’s finished, you both just lay together, becoming one while he talks of the many stories from South America.

The people he’s seen, the things he’s done, everything. It’s amazing, that Leo was able to experience something to nice as travel. It was secluded, yes, but he was able to see sights that wasn’t New York City.

“I understand if you didn’t…want to wait for me.” He knew it, that sometimes people get lonely and need someone there for comfort. But, not you. You were devoted to Leo no matter what.

“Leo,” You always hated when he says selfless things like that, he deserves to know his worth. He’s worthy of love. “I love you, I don’t care how long I had to wait to see you again and-”

Uh oh.

As a shocked look is plastered on Leo’s face, he can’t help but ask.

“You…love me? Even after I left like that?”

Well…yeah, you do.

Now, Leo hasn’t told you he loved you either. But after that whole trip abroad, the training, the long nights of just thinking. How you were so supportive of him to go and be a better leader and version of himself, despite not being able to see or touch him for a few months.

Or rather, a year. He prolonged his stay, although it meant he wouldn’t see you for longer.

But, you waited. You still waited for Leo, had hope that he was okay when he stopped sending you and his family letters. You waited when April said she found him deep in the jungle, and you waited when you had a gut feeling Leo would be coming home soon thanks to her.

You both just sit there next to each other, and you just let it out.

“I do, Leo, I…I love you. I missed you so much that I just wanted you to come home.”

He just listens to you, he listens as you continue to spill your feelings out to him without saying a word.

You start feeling anxious, because Leonardo hasn’t said anything.

Too soon? No, you’ve been together for about a year now.

If anything, you’re surprised you haven’t said it sooner. But, with Leo being gone and all, it just made you realize how you truly felt.

Your boyfriend just sees your face looking concerned, and he immediately does what reassures you.

He takes your small hands into his bigger ones, and kisses you softly on the lips.

“I love you, too.” He does, Leo truly loves you. You waited this long for him to come back that, oh my gosh, who else would do that for him?

“Thank you for waiting for me.”

Bayverse!Raphael

You literally started dating Raph like…a month ago. One month. It’s been a month.

A fucking month.

But you had this feeling about him that you seriously couldn’t shake. You loved him.

Well, of course you did, he’s your boyfriend, but, were you really going to keep it in until he said it first?

It might be an eternity before you hear Raph says that he loves you

He’s never usually vocal about his emotions, he’s an action guy.

He’s definitely shown you that he loves you, but he hasn’t said it.

You continue being (trying to be at least) cool around him. But it’s so hard. Especially when he has that smexy handsome smirk everytime you speak to him or how he gives you that forehead kiss everytime you come over to the lair and just

UGH

It’s gonna be so much harder than you think.

You’re now at your peak for wanting to tell Raph that you love him, but you seriously try your hardest not to.

I know, try not to tell your boyfriend you love him, weird, right?

Raph is a pretty good communicator, though like I said, his actions are what define him. He’d rather show you than just tell you. He knows that words are just words.

You try and at least get through this day in the lair trying not to tell him. You’re restraining yourself so much that Raph takes notice of how uncomfortable you look.

“You okay? Ya stopped countin.” Raph stops mid push-up to tend to you, but now you’re sort of on the spot with him.

“I uh, um, no.”

“What’s tha matta babe?”

He’s just teasing at this point. Without even realizing it.

And when he gets up and just looms over you like his brothers do, you seemingly crumble.

“Fine! I love you! You squeezed it out of me, happy?!”

Okay, RUDE. Raph just gives you a confused look, as you weren’t one to raise your voice or get mad at him.

“When did I-” “You knew what you were doing! You’re just over there doing push ups looking so hot- what did you think I was thinking?!”

Raphael just stares at you. He isn’t sure what to say, considering you’re on a roll (no butter)

He gets like that, too. He just goes on and on and on and on, until you just stop him from riling himself up or getting angry.

You just need to be calmed down. That’s what you always did with him after he got stuff off his chest.

“Y/n, cal-” “I won’t calm down! I know it’s been a month and all, but seriously, I love you, Raph.” That’s what you had to get off your chest.

“Ya know I love ya too, right?” Raph thought he was doing pretty good at showing that.

“I…yeah…you just never said it.”

And that’s where you and Raph find common ground.

“Just cause I ain’t say it, doesn’t mean I don’t love ya.” You’re calming down, and after that whole ordeal, you tell him that you would like to hear it sometimes. So you feel comfortable saying it to him.

Raph was still getting used to being in a relationship. Although he likes to do things his way, there may be times where he has to lean towards doing it how you prefer it. One of these things being vocal. It’s taking him out of his comfort zone, but if it makes you happier, he’ll do it. It’s not a crime to tell your s/o that you love them on top of showing them.

2003!Donatello

Dating Donatello has been absolutely peaceful. He’s probably the most easygoing turtle you knew. He just…invents things, then shows you when he’s done because he’s so excited to share it

Aside from inventing or fixing things, he loves to spend his time with you whilst doing them

You begin to pull all nighters as Donnie’s lab assistant, and honestly, the 3am talks go a little like this:

“If I was a worm, would you still love me?”

“I’d probably step on you by accident,”

“Donnie!”

Or something like:

“Do you think Walt Disney is in cryosleep right now?���

“Y/n, do you think we’re in a stimulation? I’m feeling a little…NPCish.”

It’s super cute, but some of the conversations are pretty odd.

However, one night while helping Donnie, you’re both feeling flirty and lovey that you just outright say it as you throw in the towel and go take a nap on the couch in the lab.

“Donnie…I…love you.” Okay, you’ve only been dating for a few months, and neither of you had said it yet.

Donnie was nervous it was too soon, so he kept it to himself. But, it was obvious. Terribly obvious that he loved you without even having to say it. You just didn’t realize it. But boy, his brothers did.

You begin to drift off into sleep, before you could even hear what Donnie had said.

But, when you wake up, you sort of think it was a dream. Donnie greets you as usual, on his 10th cup of coffee, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

“Hey, love.” Donnie says, tinkering with a new device in his hands, “How’d you sleep?”

You’re unsure if you told Donnie, or if he’s just unfazed, but, whatever it is, you have to know.

“Diditellyouilovedyoulastnight?” You say quickly, yet Donnie understood every word.

“Well…yeah, you don’t remember? It w-” “I don’t remember,” here comes the rambling, “was that too soon? It’s not like I didn’t mean it, but, if it’s too soon I’ll like, take it back or-”

“Woah, Y/n! Calm down, I think you knocked out and didn't hear my reply.” Donnie smiles, trying to soothe you and calm your nerves. It wasn’t too soon.

“I said that I loved you too. Though judging by the drool and the confused look on your face, you had no idea.”

Though you glare at your boyfriend while you wipe the corner of your mouth, you smile back, feeling relieved.

It’s not like there’s a time limit on how long you should wait before saying ‘I love you,’ in fact, lots of couples realize their love for each other before being in a relationship together. This may have been the case with Donnie, since he gets feelings pretty quickly.

It wasn’t like you weren’t friends before being together. It’s why you and Donnie had been working so well. You knew what he liked and disliked, as he did with you. Being friends for a year and change truly makes a difference here.

You loved Donnie, and you were so glad he felt the same.

2012!Michelangelo

Saving the world from an alien invasion definitely deserves some recognition

After saving April, and the whole fight between Splinter and Shredder, a lot of things are revealed and left unsaid, but now, it’s just time to unwind

Mikey suggests a party, and as Splinter meditates in his room, the dojo floor is all yours

You try (and lose terribly) to a dance-off against Raph, and you watch as Donnie’s only safe move is the sprinkler to try and impress April

You all eat all the pizza you can like it’s going out of style, and once it’s done and everyone is crashed on the couch in the living space, you and your boyfriend still have energy for days and agree to skateboard on the rooftop

It’s super dangerous btw, don’t ever do this

But who cares, right?

“Yolo, am I right?” No, Mikey, you’re not right.

If you don’t know how to skateboard, you gon learn tonight.

But if you do, awesome!

If you don’t, Mikey would gladly teach you, and once you get the hang of it, you start having fun, without the thought of falling on your mind.

You’re both enjoying each other’s company like you usually do, and the atmosphere is just so fun and alien-free that, you realize in this moment you love Mikey.

So, should you tell him?

Mikey has actually been telling you that he loved you for quite awhile ever since beginning to date, but you never truly said it back. You weren’t sure. Plus, Mikey is always quick to spill how he feels, and it came so easy.

You, not so much.

You start to overthink it mid-skate that one of the wheels gets stuck thanks to a rock, and now you’re basically making out with the rooftop concrete.

“Oh no! Y/n! Are you okay?!” Mikey, being the loving guy he is, runs straight to you and helps you up, with a look of concern on his face. His baby blue eyes just stare at your form, and once you sit up and you tell him you’re all good, you just say it.

And his face lights up. He understood why you didn’t say it in the beginning of the relationship. I mean, it started off by you saying you liked him, and after a few weeks, he came out and told you that he was beginning to love you. And boom, Mikey x Y/n around the Lair if you will

Though his brothers wonder what exactly you see in him, you just smile and tell them you just see a loving guy who’s so ready to give out all the love

He could die from happiness! He can finally rub it in Raph’s face that he’s the first one out of the four to get a human to love him (sorry Donnie,)

Take that, Raph!

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[mekandawn]

Truthful Thursday: What would you say is the one thing most people assume wrong about you?

"Uh, that I'm confident," Caythaes blurts out with a sideways glance, then a laugh bubbles up and they duck their head around a wide smile. "I mean, yes. That. I am more confident than- than I used to be, for sure, but- but it's been an uphill battle, and- and gosh, but it used to break me to- to see Leon with other people. I used- I used to think such negative thoughts about myself."

"Of course, f-few people know that, because- because I've always-" They take a deep breath, putting a hand over their heart and rubbing it as if it ached - perhaps it does. "Around ten years ago, I- I was friends with- with someone who spent a lot of time voicing negative thoughts about themself. I- I couldn't stand it, m-mostly because. They were- they were rarely objectively true statements, but- but the more I heard them, th- the more I started to agree with them."

"And that sucks! It- it sucks to start hating someone because- because they hate themselves." They pause for a moment, brow furrowed and lips pursed as they sort of. Work through what to say next. "It's- it's not fair to either party, because they weren't a bad person, they were- they were just struggling with a mental illness, th-the same as I was. I- I think of them often, and- and I hope they were able to pull themself out of- out of that dark place, the same way I've managed to pull myself out of mine."

Another pause, then Cay hastily adds, "I- I didn't stop being friends with them, over that, by the way. I- I did my best to support them while- while we were around each other, I just- our lives just went different paths. I- I still see them sometimes, and they seem to be okay!"

"Ahem, anyway-" Caythaes coughs into their hand with a sheepish smile. "Anyway. I- because I knew them, I was able- I realized that by saying negative things about myself hurt other people just- just as much as it hurt me. So I resolved to stop. And- and not saying bad stuff about myself made- it makes it easier to stop thinking bad stuff about myself. I- I still have bad days. There- there are still days when- when I feel like I am too much of a burden to bear, but they're less."

"Now, I can- I can say things like "I'm cute!" or "I'm sexy!" and- and I mean it. These are true facts. I am cute, I am sexy, my ass is- is fat and my titties juicy. I- I am a big titty goth girlfriend that- that certain people fill buckets of drool over."

For a moment, Caythaes sits there beaming, their ears wiggling happily, then they huff a laugh through their nose and duck their head, their smile turning sheepish as they add, "I can't- I'm not yet ready to- to say my performances are like. Dice level amazing, but. But I do think they're pretty good, and- and- and it was super gratifying to- to hear people cheer after my, uhh.... incident on the stage, at Fire Fest, so. I don't suck. And- and now I've probably done the- the worst thing I could do, sh-short of an injury, and people still liked what I did, so! F-feeling positively neutral about- about my performances is- is a good place to be, I think."

[o-uncle-newt]

Cabin Pressure Advent Day 27: Zurich Part 2

Okay, now that my face has loosened up from the grin it's been in for the last twenty minutes...

I think that it is important for me to say here that this is my favorite finale of anything ever (obviously in combination with Part 1). In any medium.* It's just so so perfect, emotionally resonant (which I don't need to devote SO much time to because as I noted JF did it perfectly here) and one of the funniest episodes JF ever wrote of anything.

It's also got some absolutely GENIUS plotting and impeccable attention to detail, including such tiny things as having Theresa establish in Part 1 that Martin has told her time and time again about the St Petersburg saga, and therefore she remembers enough about it to contribute when they're planning in Part 2 by pointing out that in St Petersburg Gordon would have been able to take anything small out of the aircraft. It's unnecessary- JF could have given the line to someone else- but the fact that he not only gave it to her but gave us enough information for it to make sense that she said it works so well. And then when there's "stop quickly" "that I can do," and Arthur screeches them to a halt, it's a perfect reminder from last episode about the brake pads, which is such subtle set up for Martin to suggest that they be given in lieu of payment. (Sure, if I were Bruce Fraser I'd be a BIT more suspicious that the guy who offered 14k only showed up with 12, but he's also the kind of guy who likes Arthur's Goofy painting so maybe it's just better all around not to trust his discernment.)

When I first listened to this episode exactly nine years ago, I was a couple of minutes late, and so it wasn't until months later that I first heard the amazing cold open with Tiffy. Which, by the way, is so so funny... I love it so much, it's just perfect as a recap-without-being-too-info-dumpy and as just a peek into Arthur's world. Which is fitting, because I really see this as Arthur's episode. There are very few episodes that feel that way- St Petersburg was KIND OF one, but it ended up being more about how the rest of them jump into action to protect him than him being able to do anything. But here... this is Arthur's moment! He's INCREDIBLY active in this episode, whether solving the ID problem or realizing that Gordon is trying to trick them. He doesn't usually get to be so it's really great

If I had to rank the others in terms of their relevance to the plot after Arthur, it would probably be Douglas, Carolyn, Martin. Douglas is definitely the key one, and I'd argue that without his key role, Martin would be basically irrelevant to the plot here- the episode tries to convince us that Martin might not take the job, but even once he has a real practical way to stay with MJN we kind of know he won't, and have known since Yverdon. But Douglas, as JF noted in Farewell Bear Facts, has to prove he's worthy of being captain and put himself on the line- and he has to be able to serve in a mentorly capacity for Arthur (where it's a bit more paternal, even) and Martin.

On that last note, I used to be a bit annoyed by Douglas telling Martin to take on his shtick, because I was like "Martin is fine just the way he is, imagine if he turns into DOUGLAS"- I still kind of think this way (though of course I'm sure it's more metaphorical than him pretending to be Douglas exactly) but relistening to the whole show, including some of my least favorites, reminds me that Martin could kind of use being someone else... who he used to be was really fucking annoying lol.

As far as Carolyn, I WILL add something about her journey here because JF doesn't mention it in his post. He talks about how her journey is to be more vulnerable to Herc, but I think it goes farther, in a way I've talked about here. The question she finally asks Herc- why does him saying he loves her mean something different now than it did to his previous exes- is her being vulnerable to HIM, but also an expression of an inability to be vulnerable that she'd shown to everyone, not just him. The whole time- til at least late S3, at least- she couldn't trust people, she felt like she needed to rule by fear, and it takes vulnerability for her to accept that eventually she's not the one in total control and people are doing things for her because they care about her and the company as something bigger than her and that it's not totally in her control. Maybe this episode it manifests itself in the question to Herc and being vulnerable to him... but it also manifests itself in her changing the name of the airline. It's OUR Jet Still.

A few smaller notes:

Martin, Douglas and Arthur all saying Yellow Car is my favorite thing ever

I use the phrase "a thousand strawberry lollies and the Princess of Liechtenstein" all the time and it's one of my favorite lines ever

The scene with Douglas-as-Gordon and Martin-as-Douglas is possibly the funniest exchange JF ever wrote (I feel like I say that kind of thing a lot)

And... "I hate flying into the sunset" is such a fantastic line to very-nearly-end on. It's a tie back to Limerick, but it's also an expression of how they literally are ending with a fairy tale ending, flying off into the sunset... which they'd all said wasn't possible in Zurich Part 1! Though Arthur was still right- it wasn't a totally fairytale ending, it was more like The Jungle Book. Martin's not there, he goes off with the girl to the human village. And so it's not a fairytale ending, where everything freezes at an unlikely ending point- it's BETTER. They're all in the best possible places for them, as characters, to continue, even if it's bittersweet, and it's amazing.

I do have to say- doing this every day has been such a joy. I may come back tomorrow to do a final thing but I'm not sure, but in the meantime, thank you for being here and I hope you enjoyed as much as I have!

*It used to be tied with the finale of Detectorists, and I still love the S3 finale, but they then fucked it up by doing that Christmas special last year which was honestly horrendous.

[gemini-sensei]

okay but now we need mom!tory headcanons 😭 i can see tory ending up as a mom of multiples (trips/quads)

I dont know if you meant girlcock!Tory or regular Tory, so I went with girlcock!Tory since this came in around the time I was doing some of those fics/headcanons.

More Than One | Mom!Girlcock!Tory x Chubby!Pregnant!Reader Headcanons

no major content warnings other than pregnancy related things. I'm definitely up for more of this, though, if people want it.

When Tory finds out Reader is pregnant, she is very proud and very happy. She pulls her in and kisses her because she has no words. She can't express herself in words, so she uses actions. They kiss for a long time, just holding each other in between big smiles and I love you's. Her hands ghost over Reader's belly. It's just such a happy moment for them.

They go to the first appointment together and Tory almost can't keep her hands off of Reader. She's so proud of herself for getting her pretty wife pregnant and wants everyone to know it. She settles for holding her hand throughout most of the process, not that she was going to go very far anyone...

Tory is extremely protective and doesn't want to leave Reader's side. It's endearing but also very serious. Not kidding, Tory is ready to rip a man apart if he looks at her wife the wrong way.

So when it comes to getting the scan done, Tory is excited but she's not expecting much. They're just a few weeks along, in her mind there isn't going to be a lot to see. Maybe at later scans, but not now. That doesn't mean she's not thrilled, though, she just can't wait for the time when Reader is bigger and they'll see more of a baby shape.

Well, they end up seeing a lot more than they thought. When the image pops up, the doctors lets out an "oh my!" and Tory's protectiveness is amped up to 9000 really quick. She starts asking "what's that supposed to mean?" and "is there something wrong?" It sounds like she has an attitude, but that's just her defense mechanism.

The doctor assures her that everything is fine and that she may want to sit back down. So she does, rather unpleasantly, and waits to hear what the doctor has to say. However, before the woman speaks, she turns the screen to them so that they can see and that's when Tory and Reader realize that this isn't a normal looking scan. Three little dots are facing back at them and the doctor announces, "you're having triplets!"

Can you unprepared? Tory feels completely blindsided. Her jaw drops as she stares at the screen, but she clutches Reader's hand in both of hers just to keep herself grounded. The doctor gives them a moment to collect their bearings and get Reader cleaned up, and the couple doesn't say anything for a moment. They don't even move.

"Tor, are you okay?" Reader eventually asks. She looks at her wife and sees the evident shock written all over her face. She pulls her close and they hug each other. Reader tells her, "it's okay."

Tory laughs and pulls away, smiling at her. "It's more than okay. This is amazing. We're gonna have our own little family."

Reader stares at her, then giggles. "I don't think many people consider triplets little."

Planning and saving up for the triplets starts immediately. Tory stresses over money a lot despite being in a much better position than she was in as a teenager. She's money savvy, but knowing that doesn't make it easy on her at times. There's always this fear in the back of her mind that something is going to go wrong and leave her with mere pennies to her name. So she lays everything out for herself so that isn't an option before the pregnancy and especially looking forward to the triplets' arrival.

Total Mama Bear. When people see her with Reader and Reader big pregnant belly, they think they're so cute; they are holding each other and kissing so sweetly; Tory is doing everything for Reader. However, their friends are smarter than that and know that at the drop of a hat, one wrong move, and Tory will be glaring at someone from across the room with the promise to do harm burning in her eyes all because they started whispering about her wife.

They learn that two of the babies are going to be identical and Tory almost has a heart attack. She has a moment of panic where she asks herself: what if she confuses them for each other. Reader laughs at her wide eyed expression and tells her, "At least they won't all be identical."

Tory fixes her with a look. "Don't even joke about that."

Of course, as time passes, Reader gets bigger and bigger. She is eventually put on bedrest so that she can remain pregnant as long as possible. They want them to get everything they need, but at a certain point the mamas-to-be know that they will have to deliver early for Reader's and the babies' well being.

That being said, all their friends pitch in when they can and as much as possible. They help put the nursery together, buy tons of toys and diapers and other stuff when they have their baby shower, someone comes over to spend the day with Reader while Tory is at work, and Moon even offers to come live with them as a sort of nanny since there's gonna be three babies and only two mamas. It's all very kind and sweet of them and Tory might actually take Moon up on that nanny offer, least until they can get used to how things are going to be after the babies are born and brought home.

As it gets closer to the triplets' arrival, Tory is stressed. She cuddles with Reader to calm herself down and clear her head, stroking her round, beyond big belly. She feels the babies squirming around and pushing on her hand as she and Reader talk about names and how excited they are about their little ones. It's going to be okay, she knows, because so long as Reader is right there beside her, they are going to be the best mamas ever.

[pbandjesse]

I am leaving the event. And it's only 10:00 p.m. I did not realize that this corporate event was going to end so early. So I was fully prepared to be working for another 4 hours and I am so thrilled I am on my way home. Because while I felt better than I did yesterday I did not feel very good today.

Some of the problem was I woke up really freaked out at 3:00 in the morning. I woke up and I went to use the bathroom and then when I came back I heard a sound and was convinced that someone was in our house. It turned out it was just the suction cup with my loofah falling off the bathroom wall but I was freaked out enough that I went downstairs to make sure the doors were locked. They were and I did a little peek around to make sure everything seemed okay. And then I went back upstairs and I'm laying in bed and I'm still really freaked out and then all of a sudden are closed bedroom door slams open. Because sweet pea had pushed the door open to come inside. I was so scared. He's such a little monster. But everything was okay and I was able to go back to sleep.

when I woke up at 9:00 I felt all right. I kind of had like an underlying uncomfortable feeling in my stomach today. Just a little queasy. Not exactly nauseous but not comfortable. I had a lot of like hot waves down the body at that caused me to be very sweaty. I'm pretty sure that these are side effects of just being pregnant but I still might call the nurse line if it continues tomorrow. Just in case.

I took a shower and I got dressed and I didn't feel amazing but James left me an omelet and I had that and it was very good. And I laid outside with sweet pea and had my breakfast and tried to not feel awful.

I really wanted to accomplish some stuff today but it just was not going to happen. I instead laid outside for a while and then eventually laid upstairs and decided that I would leave the house around 11:00 to go run some errands and then I would go get lunch before heading to the museum.

So I had a pretty chill morning and tried to drink water and stay hydrated because that was definitely affecting me today. Just felt a little dried out and uncomfortable.

I would do my cuticles and try to shape my nails. And I would finish getting dressed for the event and then I got myself together to head out.

I decided I would go to Towson and go to the Jo-Ann's to look for an appropriate sized nose for my bear restoration. And then I would go to savers. Haven't been to savers for a while because I've been going to value village so much. So this would be a little bit of a nice change of pace.

I got out to Jo-Ann's and I was annoyed to find that they did not carry pink noses. I did find brown that were on clearance so I'm going to paint those. And see if that works. But I think that will be fine. And since I didn't think I had cash with me I was like oh I got to buy something else so that I'm not putting 97 cents on my credit card. And so I got James a bag of Autumn flavored candy. Like candy corn and pumpkins and such. James likes candy corn. And I like James. And pumpkins.

Then I went over to savers. And while I did have an okay time it was really busy in there. I did not enjoy that. So I put my headphones in and I mostly just looked at baby clothes. And I got a good amount. Lot of neutrals. A lot of onesies. I still haven't bought any baby pants because I just think they're so silly. I'm probably going to have to buy baby pants at some point but I just have not put any focus on that. My plan at some point is to lay out all the clothes I got and figure out what I need more of because I feel like I have a lot of certain things and nothing of others. I don't even have that much yet but just something that I am considering.

They also just had so much so I felt a little overwhelmed. And there's another girl in the aisle who just like did not understand the concept of when you finish an area I'll go around the other side of you and then we'll like have a little slippy swap. And so like I just felt like I was in her way and it was not very fun for me. But eventually she went away and it was fine.

Finish looking at baby clothes once I had like $20 worth of stuff and then I went over to the things section. Like lamps and stuff and over there I found one of those big pregnancy pillows. I wasn't sure if James had gotten one of those yet because that was one of the tasks I had given them but I texted James and James said that they hadn't because they had been back ordered. So $12 for a pillow that's usually a hundred is an amazing deal. So that was a really cool find.

I also found a rug that was taped up and rolled so I'm not 100% sure it's going to be nice but if it is what I'm picturing it is going to be it was so a good deal and I was very pleased.

I would pay at the self checkout and then I decided I could go get lunch.

I really wanted to go to Southside and it was only about 20 minutes away and I had plenty of time before I need to be at the museum so I went over there.

And I was still feeling a little queasy but eating helped a lot. And the waitresses are always very nice to me. So I got my food and I watched a video and sipped my soda and I wasn't in any rush at all. And I was just having a good day. I tried not to be stressed about anything and just be chill.

I still have time so I went over to five below and I got my little calico critter. I also picked up some candy in a couple other small things that I needed. And I enjoyed wandering around the store. And then I went over to the museum and just chilled in the parking lot for a while.

The Farmers market was finishing up so I ran over to give Ann a hug. And then we chatted for a bit and she said that the event so far was behaving themselves. Which I thought was a funny way to put it. And then I would go and gather all my things that I needed for the evening and went to go sit with James inside.

I was not feeling amazing. I just kept getting these hot uncomfortable feelings but I was in a good mood. I had a nice time sitting there and I was working on some knitting and just chilling until Jesse came over because it was time to start.

He had a wedding walk through to do and we would sort of split the task of opening all of the things that need to be open and starting all the things that need to be started for the event. They were already on their way outside setting up and they wouldn't come inside for another hour. But they were making weird choices. Like this is not a caterer that I'm as familiar with but it was fine. Not a big deal. And I think I did a pretty good job. I wasn't as nervous about some of the things I had been nervous about. Specifically some of the lights and some of the questions that sometimes people have I felt pretty confident in my answers and I wasn't feeling very good so anytime Jesse didn't need me I was like 'can I go sit down' but beyond that I think it was a really successful event for me.

I think one of the problems with the event though is that it wasn't laid out in a conducive way to get people to come into the museum and we had not only three educators doing galleries we had somebody running programs. And the person running programs had 24 people come in. They paid $2,000 for those programs and 24 people came in that's crazy. But they did it and everyone seemed to be having a great time even if they were not coming in as much as I thought they were going to. Some of the problem was that the food outside was too good. They had full bushels of crabs on the tables. Like it was crazy. They put down a lot of money. And this is a chemical company so like they have more money than God so I'm not shocked. And everyone I met was really nice! And they even had a cotton candy machine. I got some cotton candy. They had bounce houses. It was a little boring for us inside, but it was fun.

And the food I had was excellent. Would recommend. And I mostly hung out at the desk and knit and scrolled in my phone a bit and was for all intensive purposes in charge. Jesse was over in his office doing emails and I was inside with Moe the security guard and I would check on the educators and I made sure that they all got something to eat and the caters were doing their thing and it was fine. It was a good event. I think everybody had fun. I had fun.

After eat dinner I did actually feel a lot better having a diet Coke helped a lot. I definitely wanted another. But I'm trying very hard to limit my caffeine. Not a ton because mostly I'm only drinking soda when I'm out so I'm not like super concerned but I am trying to be good about it. And the food was just really good. Is mac and cheese and corn and potato salad and a hot dog bun. And I was just having a really nice evening. I even had some really lovely conversations about the Baltimore harbor in the water's health. And you know how much I love doing that.

I did find myself wanting to stop every single pregnant person or person holding a baby and ask them questions but I refrained. Cuz while I am starting to get a little bit of a baby belly it just kind of looks like I'm chubby right now because it's in two segments and is not connecting in the middle. I'm hoping that it rounds out at some point in the next two weeks because I'm not a huge fan of the way that it feels. Like it's stretching weird cuz I think the middle is pulling back I don't know. It's hard thing to explain. Pregnancy is just body horror after body horror.

But then the event was over and everyone was picking up and everything was great. I was convinced that one of the tables in the lunchroom was wrong and I still am but no one agrees with me So it was fine. We did have an issue with the moon bounce people because they just came back really late so everyone else was mostly done and we're just waiting on that truck and I was in charge of turning off all the lights inside and I only forgot where like two of them were so I was pretty proud of that. And I think if I just like spend a couple extra minutes I would have figured it out anyway but Jesse helped me and everything was great. And Stan had showed me how to change the new paper pal dispensers and I knew where more of the keys were and I just felt pretty confident. I have some concerns still about different things but I think it will just come with time.

We were sitting outside as we were watching the caterers sweep up the pavilion. Dad asked me to call him so I spent like 15 minutes talking to him on the phone and that was really nice. And after I got off the phone with him we were finishing up everything we needed to do and then the other truck came and we had a few minutes of comedy when the trucks couldn't figure out how to leave because I had locked the entrance gate and we were like no you have to exit over here and they're like what we don't understand. But we got everyone out and we said good night and then I headed home.

And that's where I am now. I am parking and I'm going to go outside and I'm going to see my husband and I'm going to take a shower and wash my hair because I feel gross. It's been really humid all day and I'm itchy because of it. And then I'm hoping that I can sleep and not wake up I'll freak out and tomorrow me and James might go to loch Raven or something but I'm just hoping that we can have a nice day together and that I don't feel bad. That is the hope in the dream. I hope that you all have a great night tonight and take care of yourselves. I love you all! Until tomorrow.

[mocolococoffeesimp]

Can I request I-no relationship headcanons? As a lesbian, I gotta say i really love her everything

Yup, you can have them! She is my profile pic for a reason.

-It was like any other day to you. But, for I-No it was a day full of opportunity to mess with people. That role fell to you. She decided to do a simple mischief, trip you over. But, once she got close enough she froze. Something about you was different.

-But, that didn’t slow her down for long. Once she got her bearing again she waltzed up to you with a wide grin on her face. 

“Well, hello they're good looking.” Her voice was as sultry as ever, her outfit showcasing her curves. You blushed as you turned to face the source of this compliment.

“Are you talking to me?” You asked her. I-No’s grin only widened as she took a step towards you.

“Why yes! Is there anyone else as good-looking around? I don’t see one at least.” 

-She is extremely flirty. Like, not a day goes by when she doesn’t flirt with you. It can go from something small and somewhat innocent, like complimenting your hair. Or, the opposite, while you cook, she tells you that you’re amazing with your hands. (Take it, anyway you wish to.) This also includes teasing. One time you couldn’t open a can of food, only for this interaction to happen.

“Aw, can’t my lovely (Y/N) open up a can?” She placed her hand on your cheek, feeling it warm up. You handed her the can.

“You try it then.” She chuckled a little bit to your reaction, and with ease she popped the cap off from it. “I loosened it, for you.” Was your response to her action, not even allowing her to say anything. She smiled at your response.

“Sure, you did darling.” 

-It is quite the common sight, to see her playing with her guitar. You’d be more surprised, if you didn’t hear her play it during the day. You often sit down close to her just listening to her play. She does sing as well, which you constantly are mesmerized by how beautiful it is.

-She writes her own songs, when she has free-time. Just about various things, her experiences, you, search for power. The usual stuff. But, for some reason you are providing her with more inspiration than she has ever had. 

-Serenades. When you hadn’t started dating yet, she got outside of your window, her guitar and speakers ready to go. She started with strumming her guitar, which successfully got your attention. You stood at your window, as I-No was prepared to serenade for you.

“Good evening! I’m here to sing for the one with dashing good looks. Just listen to my voice!” With that, she went on singing for a solid hour straight. Safe to say your neighbors weren't too happy about it. But, you were highly entertained by this.

-She likes to play small pranks on you. Changing salt out for sugar, hides something from you, that kind of stuff. You do try to prank her back, but oftentimes, she sees it coming even before you’ve tried to do it.

-She lets you try her hat sometimes. She doesn't admit you look cute in it, but you aren’t so sure about it, as the hat nearly falls off you every-time you wear it.

-She takes good care of her hands, to play the guitar better. You join her in these sessions, holding her hands as you apply the moisturizer to them. After you've done moisturizing them, she will hold your hands, applying moisturizer to your hands as well. Thanks to this, your hands have never been better.

-At times, she has to make sure you’re still there. Just to make sure, you aren’t just a fragment of a memory. Thanks to her time traveling, she isn’t sure what is there, now and what is a memory. 

“You, okay, I-No?” You ask, as you realize she has broken cold sweat. She takes your hand, to her as she starts to relax again.

“Yeah, I am. Just you being here is enough.” Those are the rare times, I-No is very open with her emotions. This doesn’t happen too often, but each time they do, you feel like you understand her a little better.

[skepsiss]

I've never done one of these before. @strangersteddierthings tagged me. I gotta confess I read less fic than I write, so bear with me. Gunna read more this for people interested in reading all my opinions on what tags would make me read a fic!

Age gap: 0

Neutral tbh. If they're both consenting adults at the time of meeting/when their relationship starts I don't really care. The other aspects of the relationship matter more to me, so the age gap is a net-neutral.

Codependency: -2

Depends on how it's done tbh. If it's absolutely pathetic and one or both the characters absolutely cannot function even remotely close to being mature individuals I'm not for it. But if the codependency is more in tune with one of the characters or both of them having different "disabilities" and/or things that distress them (PTSD, social anxieties, lack of concept of what the "real world is like" ala Tarzan style) then that can be very cute. It's codependency in a supportive way that allows one of the characters at any given time to be beside themselves with worry for their partner and the other partner to be vulnerable with their love/needs.

Get a negative vote though because people tend to lean too heavily into it and it makes me uncomfortable.

Obsession/Possession/Jealousy: +1

It has to be done right and it's totally dependent on the characters. Is one of them a villain in the original media? Their toxic behaviour is in character, so it makes sense. Tagging it as such won't generally make me click through. I'd tag my own works as jealousy to use it as a trigger warning and not a specific benefit of the piece. I think jealousy in short fics though can be fun. Doesn't necessarily mean their relationship is rife with red flags.

I will say I do like it when jealousy is used as a plot device to make one of the characters change for the better. When they receive consequences for that mindset and then work to overcome it. It's especially cute to see that character trying really hard not to be jealous and their partner recognizes this and it endears them further to their partner.

For me this looks like Catra/Alura where Catra by the end is really trying to change her possessive mentality. She may get ruffled still sometimes, but Alura is there to support her through her breathing exercises.

Opposites (grumpy x sunshine, etc): +2

Very dependent on the partnership. I don't think I'd necessarily click through just for this tag, but this can be the trope that initially gets me interested in a ship. I like playing with differences like that and especially when opposites turn into realizing they're not all that different from one another. Cute~ generally though I like this as a side pairing more than a main pairing.

Enemies to Lovers/ Enemies with benefits: 0

Depends heavily on the pairing. I prefer the cannon to set this up mainly and then have it be explored further in fic if people so desire. Pulling an enemy and pairing them with a "hero" can throw me off. There has to be chemistry for real there for it to work. I will say I'm more inclined towards Enemies to Lover vs Enemies with benefits. Hate fucking ain't it for me... gotta have the in love emotions.

Friends with Benefits: +5

Ugh, bonus points if it's obvious one of them is in love. I think this can be so rich in so many ways. It can lead to miscommunication, one of the characters being irrationally sad/desperate for the other, and it can lead to personal growth for one or both the characters. It has to make sense for the ship though.

Sex to Feelings: +5

Much the same as Friends with Benefits for me.

Fake date/relationship: -5

Boring and low-key upsetting for me. I don't know, the "faking it" aspect is just so far beyond anything I'd ever be okay with irl that even having it in media makes me cringe.

Friends to Lovers: +10

Amazing. Spectacular. Show stopping. Fantastic. Love me a good fic where the feelings build slowly and one or both of the characters realize they're in love with their friend. Bonus points if it's also a "missed connections" trope where one character realises they're in love just in time for their love interest to start a relationship with someone else.

The drama! The heartbreak!! They have to end up together in the end though and the ex has to be either a complete piece of shit so it's good they're gone or the break up has to be mutual with no hard feelings. None of the "stealing their love interest" kind of deal.

Found Family: 0

Idk if I understand this one? This seems the same as friends to lovers for me.

Hurt/Comfort: +1,000

My bread and butter. Absolutely the richest and can include ANY of the above tropes as well within it.

Love triangle: -2

Meh.... in the "friends to lovers" trope, what I described is the only "love triangle" I could get into. Not a lot of people write it like that though so I can't say I'd click through for this tag alone.

Poly/Open relationship: +1

Very character dependent and only okay if all parties are aware and consent. I don't care if a character has another partner as long as it's indicated that their other partner is either explicitly aware of them persuing person #3 or is also part of the partnership. I have some OT3s but it is extremely character dependent.

Mistaken/ Hidden identity: 0

Never read a fic like this that overly interested me, so I'm neutral. Wouldn't knock it before I try it, but I've never seen this tag used in a pairing I'm interested in.

Monsterfucker: +10

I don't actually care about the kink, but every monsterfucker writer knows their characters front and back. They're high key amazing writers usually so I trust them to lead me to a great conclusion!

Pregnancy: --30,000

Will close app and not engage under any circumstances. Even if it's a side character. Hate with my whole heart.

Second Chances: +10

Depends on what they did...! But generally people repenting genuinely is great and showing that (putting in a ton of work) to their partner/future partner is fantastic.

Slowburn: +30,000

My absolute favourite. Most slowburn writers I have read have really beautiful pros so I adore it. If your pros are mediocre though I don't have the patience for the burn.

Soulmates: 0

This has to be paired with another trope I like because soulmates alone feels too "easy." I personally believe soulmates are made, not born because a relationship can't just exist on "love" alone. You have to work and constantly work to make a relationship last. That person becomes your soulmate because you're willing to put in the work for them.

I'm supposed to tag ppl but I don't really engage with ppl on this app so 😂 @goodnessgraciouscretaceous @slowandsteddie

[the-blaze-empress]

no joke I switched to desktop JUST so i could type this out on an actual keyboard instead of my phone

starting off with chap 4 OH MY GOD okay we get a little bit of backstory with chat!!! they are Not Human which makes sense but we get confirmation!!! Chat is Phil's BIGGEST SUPPORTER it might be because he's just a Kid but i feel like it's more than that, Chat seem like sneaky little bastards plus they Know Something I have a feeling they have ulterior motives o.O and I touched on this briefly but I ADORE the reptition of "you feel guilty" it's reminiscent of a thought that just won't stop pestering you but with that little tinge of unsettling energy that makes you know it's something MORE. and damn right Chat is never wrong YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN FATHER TECHNO, NO TURNING BACK NOW I am so normal about them <3 

PHIL'S WINGS ARE THOSE OF A CARRION BIRD?? FEMALE VOICE IN HIS HEAD?? AM I GETTING GODDESS OF DEATH MUMZA VIBES, BECAUSE IT FEELS LIKE I'M GETTING GODDESS OF DEATH MUMZA VIBES. angel of death phil is TOP TIER- and that DREAM UGH dreams are some of my favorite things to read/write because you can kinda just go wild and show your character's innermost fears/struggles/injuries without the limits of realism or needing actual structure- you can literally just slap your readers in the face with metaphor and they HAVE TO LIKE IT because it's a dream sequence and nothing NOTHING is cooler than a good dream sequence. the mirrors, the mirrors surrounding him and showing him what he thinks is the worst and most shameful part of himself- GENIUS. And then THAT cage disappears and he's RIGHT BACK WHERE HE STARTED in another cage. A prettier cage, sure, but a cage nontheless. 

THE WINGS IMAGERY OOF i adore it i adore it all I'm frothing at the mouth screaming crying throwing up a bird in a cage!! Phil is a bird in a cage in more ways than one (MIRRORED CAGE- LITERALLY A CAGE MADE OF HIS OWN BODY THE SYMBOLISM IS PERFECTLY PAINFUL), his wings are clipped and he keeps fleeing anyway because he can't bear it anymore GOD. he is sisyphus. he is the bravest little boy and he just wants to stop hurting and stop being hurt. I want to hug him (BUT DON'T TOUCH HIS BACK!! BECAUSE HIS WINGS ARE THERE AND IT HURTS). Do the sleeves have something to do with the wings??? It would make sense- runes in the cloth to help hide them. I'm getting the vibes of either prophecy/curse, seeing as how these "stories" tell that his wings won't stay just tattoos for long. Which, that makes me thinks it's involuntary and POOR BOYYYYY 

characters sobbing after being shown just basic kindness is SO GOOD it's so painful but it shows so much about them without having to say it. They're used to cruelty and hurt. They've learned not to expect anything for free. They've been taught that they aren't worth anything if they're not giving every part of themselves to someone else. They've been taught that they aren't worth extra effort. They fundamentally don't understand the concept of being cared for just because they are human beings who need care and attention and OH the pain!!! the agony!!11!!! the shock and amazement and disbelief when someone is there just to be there, the fear that somehow they'll mess it up and things will go back to how they were, the holding their breath and waiting for their caretaker to realize they're not truly worth all this trouble. they're so precious and they have so much trauma <33333

and thus begins dadnoblade!!! I'm so excited to watch their relationship grow, this fic has me wholly and truly obsessed. The daily updates have been amazing, but please take the time to rest/take a break if you need one!!!! I will be eagerly theorizing in the meanwhile

oh if that isnt a fucking mood, i do that all the time which is partly why its taken me a Bit to reply lmaoooo. also HOLY SHIT UR ASK IS SO LONG??? SLASH SO POS

OKAY HI I GOT DISTRACTED TALKING ABOUT CLASSICAL CONTEXTS AND ALSO WHY ACHILLES AND PATROCLUS WERE GAY TO MY FLATMATE IM BACK NOW

yesss chat backstory!! there is more to come!! and yeah chats attached to the scrawny kid they met for like 0.5 seconds whos surprised not me. and yeah they ARE a sneaky little bastard and proud of it. so what if they may or may not have ulterior motives its fiiiine you dont need to know just trust them okay? chat is never wrong about SOME things. sometimes they are Very Wrong but They Will Never Admit That. though that is actually a rarer occurrence tbh

YEAAAA CARRION CROW BAYBEE WE LOVE SPOOKY BIRDS IN THIS HOUSE!! i am Looking at your theories and Saying Nothing <3 you will get ur answers <3 eventually <3 yes the dream!! i got to write two dreams in quick succession it was Great i also love dreams bc as u said, u can go BATSHIT with the symbolism and IT DOESNT HAVE TO MAKE SENSE also DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TRYING TO WRITE ABOUT THESE DREAMS AND NOT BE ABLE TO USE THE WORD NIGHTMARE????? IM DYING OVER HERE 'BAD DREAM' DOESNT HAVE NEARLY THE SAME CONNOTATIONS. anyways.

he is just a bird in a cage poor bby </3 im LIVING for ur analyses and i am going to pretend they are all intentionally like that!! (aksdjf i mean some shit is deliberate but also some shit has just Worked and im like huh neat) and idk DO the sleeves have anything to do with the wings? eyes emoji <3 poor boy yes correct hes Trying His Best

yeahhhh the fucking breaking down after being shown one (1) ounce of actual human decency is chefs kiss istg. hes so broken and this only breaks him MORE it should be HELPING and it IS but it HURTS and its NOTHING LIKE WHAT HES USED TO and yeah. trauma. we got a LOT of that in this fic wooooo

yesss dadnoblade (unwilling) (semi willing) (shut up chat okay its willing dont tell anyone else) im so glad ur as obsessed about this fic as i am bc boy oh BOY am i obsessed!!!!!!!!!! i will take rests and breaks dw especially since my uni has fixed the mc problem where i couldnt actually play mc properly so i will now be doing that A Lot More askdjfhdskj

do send me more theories if u have them at literally any point in time idc if its 2am i Will Listen

[explodcor]

At first, Katsuki was quiet as Shouto began speaking. He was steadily coming to realize that what his boyfriend had told Deku during the Sports Festival was only scratching the surface of the trauma Shouto's family had put him through. Each time he heard about it, all it served to do was ignite an urge in him to take Shouto away from his family and never look back.

Honestly, the sooner he could change Shouto's last name to "Bakugou," the better because fuck them. Fuck all of them. None of them deserved Shouto's love and warmth and kindness. Shouto was such an amazing, kindhearted person and those bastards nearly made him lose all of that warmth entirely. If it hadn't been for Deku or himself, Shouto might not have ever gotten that part of himself back.

"Fuck them!" Katsuki spat out before he could stop himself. "You don't owe any of them a goddamn thing!" The hand that was stroking through Shouto's hair had since lowered down to the bed and gathered into a shaking fist. "Dabi becoming the way he is was his own fault and the fault of your parents--that shit had nothing to do with you!"

"If they all think all of them have some fault in him going batshit crazy, then why don't all of them go out and fuckin' looking for him?! Putting all of that shit on your shoulders is fuckin' cowardly and spineless bullshit!" He grit his teeth. "Even if they didn't directly tell you it was your responsibility, they're fuckin' gaslighting you into thinking you should do their bidding cuz they already gave the fuck up!"

"Out of everyone in your family, you have the least burden to bear for how shit turned out." He looked Shouto directly in the eyes. "You were a literal baby. Touya losing his shit wan't your fault. Your dad being an abusive shit-heel wasn't your fault. And your mom hurting you the way she did wasn't your fault either! You got that?"

"Fuyumi and Natsuo had to deal with your parents' bullshit too, but they should've protected you better--" He shook his head. "Fuck! All of this just pisses me off!"

He reached out a hand and gently caressed Shouto's cheek. "Personally, I don't think they actually hate you, but fuck them for making you feel like they do," he murmured tersely. "You deserve so much better than them." He leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together. "...I'll never ever make you feel like that for the rest of our lives, okay? I fuckin' promise you that."

"If I gotta love you more than the rest of the damn world, then so be it." He huffed. "When we graduate high school, I'll take you away from them. Then they won't be able to hurt you anymore."

Shoto felt drained but still nodded again, starting to tell his boyfriend everything that had been on his mind for too long. He had no reason to hold it back anymore, he couldn't.

He told Katsuki everything he knew. About his brother, how he died, and what happened afterwards. "He tried to kill me when I was a few weeks old. I never even met him once. And he never looked at me, neither did Natsu. The only person who actually told me to love me is Fuyumi but- even with her I- I just don't know anymore."

He told him how every memory he had of his mother was of her crying even when she put on a smile, her eyes deceived him. She looked at him with such effort to pretend to love him, but as a child he had never known love and thus never doubted her.

He told Katsuki about the night she burnt his face, how she cried and cried and cried and apologized. How much it hurt. She had seen something in him and until recently he thought that she had seen his father but that turned out to be false.

"She thought to see my brother..." Shoto had been too small to understand the concept of his older brother dying when it happened and for him it had been years ago, but for her it was still something that haunted her day and night and-

"She never stopped looking at me like that, even if... even if she smiles, if she praises me, tells me what a great hero I will be- she always look at me and even if there are no tears, her eyes are crying." he knew it didn't make sense but it didn't have to.

"I thought that after ten years reconnecting with her would help me overcome those feelings rooted so deeply in my chest but- I can't- I don't know how, I look at her and I feel.. empty and alone.." he paused, not sure how to explain it any further.

"They were here and even though they said they care... all they spoke about was Touya.. and how- how I will be the one to finally safe our family."

[summercourtship]

can you do hcs for Anna and Amanda’s reaction to their s/o being used as a shield against their attacks?

contrary to what I normally like to do, I decided that these would take place in a universe where the other Survivors know that you are in cahoots with a Killer. I don't know how that would play out in any other aspect but for this, it made more sense.

ANNA | the huntress

They're both pretty protective, but it manifests itself in different ways. If someone was using Anna's s/o as a shield, then they must be pretty new around here.

I assume the intended effect IF they know that you are Anna's would be to make her pause in her pursuit. But instead, it would just enrage her. How dare they touch you?

Anna is literally a one woman army i love her so much

Before the other person realizes it, she'll have grabbed you away from them, shoving you behind her. And then they have about a split second before a hatchet is buried in their forehead.

She'll have no mercy, but she will make sure that you are okay before moving on to them.

Probably won't hold a grudge against the person, at least not for eternity. She has better things to focus on- you- than petty grudges.

AMANDA | the pig

In contrast to Anna, Amanda would stop. More from fear that you would be hurt if she didn't, that the person holding you was using you as leverage instead of a shield

But when Amanda gets nervous, she gets mean.

She's more likely to verbally threaten the person using you than physically attack them given that she's not super physically imposing- they could easily move you to block her blow and she'd never forgive herself if she hurt you, even in the Fog.

You'll probably have to fight your way out of the person's grip- but once you do she'll attack. Her reverse bear trap will be placed on their head and she will harass them away from boxes, ensuring they have the most painful death at her hands as possible.

Don't worry about it happening again- Amanda is also amazing at holding grudges. The person who grabbed you, dared to use you for their own benefit? They will never know peace where Amanda is concerned. She will save her worst treatment in trials just for them for... well, forever.

[saltymongoose]

Hi, are your requests still open?? Or I'll even pay you to write something too.

If they are, can I request fic with Deimos, Hank, 2B, and Sanford protecting and comforting a FTM(not transitioned yet) reader that is their partner. They protect him from an abusive family member? If that's not okay then maybe just comforting them on a really really bad dysphoria day?

I'm dealing with major family issues rn on top of my HEDS/POTS flair ups and I'm just breaking down and need some comfort from my boys that would def hug me and kiss me and tell me im okay and tell my family members to "Fuck off cuz I am a real man." I'm trying to draw some art too... but I have major art block art.. but your writing Is amazing and inspirational. I always look forward to everything you do. You are my hero and I wish I could write like you. Thank you for everything you do and please take care of yourself! Drink and eat pls!!❤️❤️❤️

Also this is the first time I'm asking something and I'm to nervous to come of anon so I guess you could call me...Kai? Thanks and sorry if this is too much yiu can ignore it

I'm sorry to hear about everything you've been going through Kai, it's beyond awful to have family members who're so unsupportive and damaging. :( I'd be more than happy to provide some comfort and protection from the boys for you, and as always, free of charge. <3 (Thank you so so much for your kind words as well, they're awfully sweet of you to say and reading them made me pretty emotional haha. I'm glad you like my work so much, it's readers like yourself that make writing so fulfilling for me, so thank you for that as well. And please take care of yourself too, of course. :)) 💕

[Part 1] They Protect a Transmasc!Reader from their Abusive Family ft. Hank & Sanford

(TW: Transphobia, Verbal Abuse, Violence (they're not yandere but still, it's Madcom), ft. Transmasc!Reader) //- {PART 2 HERE <3} -//

- [HANK J. WIMBLETON] -

Anyone who knows of your significance to Hank would realize that it’s not exactly a good idea to try anything against you, whether it be trying to make you uncomfortable or attacking you physically.

Your partner is the most wanted man in Nevada, and he has absolutely no patience when it comes to anyone or anything threatening you, period. It doesn’t matter if it’s some random grunt on the street, or some agent Doc insists he works with, or even if they’re an Employer. If they hurt you in any way, shape, or form, he’s paying them back for it tenfold.

It’s only right since you’re likely a target simply for your relationship with him and he considers it his “job” to protect the people he loves. And by that, just you, really. He can’t even remember the names of the other SQ members he works with 90% of the time, so you’re it for him. Although this just means all of his protective instincts are centered on a single person, which if anything would be more of a deterrent. (For mildly intelligent people, at least.)

However, while he never expected your family of all groups to be added to his “blacklist”, he isn’t averse to going after them the same way he does all your other persecutors. Hank genuinely couldn’t care less about their blood relation with you or any history you have with them; he solves nearly all his problems with violence anyway, so another set of bodies means very little to him in the long run. (Bear in mind, he won’t outright kill them in front of you, you don’t need to see that.)

Though because you’d generally prefer not to have to deal with organizing a funeral or explaining why your significant other gunned down your family (to your other family members who you'd prefer not to speak to), you made him swear not to kill them. A shame since they more than deserved it to him, but you're one of the few people Hank actually listens to, so he'll go along with it.

However, you never told him that he couldn't be violent with his protectiveness, even if they didn't end up dead.

So when he happens to be accompanying you to your family’s place to fetch some of your things and someone decides to make a little unwelcome comment about you (something about how you’re “never gonna be a real man”, whatever that means), he bristles when he hears the words. The look of discomfort and sadness on your face immediately drives him to physically threaten them; he's quick to invade the offending family member's space, anger coursing through his veins as a hand reaches for one of his knives.

It doesn’t take long for whoever made the comment to be thrown to their knees, a blade at their throat before you’re able to stop him. He's always been impulsive, and what they've just done to you would be enough to warrant murder if it were from anyone else. (They should consider themselves lucky you were more merciful than he was.)

He can only think of the look of your frowning visage as he grabs their jaw harshly, almost driving the knife into them as they jolt in his grasp. He usually doesn't care about insults, but if they're against you and targeting something so intrinsic to who you are, it's enough to piss him off immensely on your behalf, to say the least.

"Newsflash, asshole. Nobody asked for your dogshit opinion," he hisses, jostling your terrified family member before forcefully turning them to look in your direction. "See him? He's a real man. If you're too stupid to understand that, that's on you. But if you say anything like that to my boyfriend again, I'll fucking kill you, understand, dipshit?"

You know it's more of a bluff than a genuine promise, given the fact that you've been over this with him before. (Or at least you think so.) You ignore your family member's pleading for Hank to let them go, as well as the other people in the house who've come to watch, still feeling hurt at their comment. Having your partner there made it better, but it still didn't lessen the sting of the words themselves.

Hank notices this of course and will drop the offending individual to the floor (paying no mind to how their skull painfully hits the concrete below them, whoops) so he can pick you up protectively and remove you from the situation entirely. You let him, of course, silently eyeing your family from over his bicep as you snuggle into his arms, relaxing a little for once that evening.

The complete juxtaposition in Hank's behavior the moment you two exit through the front door is honestly amusing to you in retrospect, but in your sickened feelings at what just happened you don't notice it. He holds you tighter to himself as he walks, leaning down to press his forehead to yours and nuzzle into your temple. You told him once that his purring was comforting for you, so he'll do it here, and loudly too. He's relieved when he feels you sink into his grasp more at all his affection, but he can tell what just happened is still weighing on you.

Despite excelling at dealing with matters physically, Hank is very inept at anything concerning emotions (and to his credit, he knows it very well). He'll still try though since you need the encouragement and he hates seeing that despondent look on you. (He also just loves you and wants you to be alright, but that's hardly anything new.)

"You okay?" He rasps lowly, almost whispering to you, and you give a strained half smile in response. He tilts his head in concern and you sigh, reaching up to cup his cheek and watching as he leans into your hand absentmindedly.

"Not really, no, that was…a lot. I will be though, eventually…Thanks for that, by the way," you say, voice small as you rest your head on his chest. It’s funny, you were only there for forty-five minutes and you’re exhausted. This only makes you doubly grateful for your partner being willing to carry you and comfort you physically, even when you don’t feel like talking.

You could feel him nod resolutely against your hand, the only reply you’ll get from him on this matter. His silence is fine with you; you were so close that you didn’t need words to understand his view anyway. Especially not with how he makes sure to hold you as close to him as possible on the way back, wrapping you up tightly in his arms as if to protect you from the rest of the world as he takes you back home, where you’ll be safe from everything else.

Hank’s type of care is a strange one. Filled with gentle touches and harsh protectiveness, Nevada’s most infamous mass murderer is nothing if not soft around you. You were a point of vulnerability for him, but one that he welcomed with open arms. He’d rather die than let something happen to you (and he’d be very willing to if it came down t it). Even if the threat isn’t incredibly violent, his main priority is your well-being, whether that be your physical or mental health. Perhaps this is why you feel comfortable enough to fall asleep in his arms, content that he’d keep you safe as you went home. He wouldn’t let anything happen to you and you knew it. After all, he loves you beyond belief, just as you do him.

- [SANFORD] -

As one of the few people in Nevada who actually has a semi-intact family in his life, Sanford knows the true value of having close relationships with your parents and/or siblings. However, he realizes that your family is also the people who can cause you the most suffering. They know every little button to press to get a reaction, and it's only elevated to a more painful level if they don’t accept you for who you truly are.

In all likelihood, you’ve confided to him before about your familial situation, and what he heard both depressed and angered him. How anyone could be so awful to you is just beyond him; you’re one of the nicest people he’s had the pleasure of coming across and he wouldn’t trade you for everything, why would your family do you so much harm purposefully?

The feeling of disgust only festers with each time you tell him about another one of your family's abusive actions towards you, and he honestly considers just suggesting you cut them off. They don't deserve to have someone like you around them, just as you don't deserve to be mistreated for something as simple as your gender identity. You don't need to justify who you are to them, and the fact that they badger you about it and degrade you is enough to make his blood boil.

You probably don't see your family that often anyway, cause once you two got together he was fully willing to just get a place with you away from anywhere having to do with them. The further the better. (The last thing he wanted to happen was for them to encounter you when you went out for groceries or ran errands. More distance meant more safety from them, after all.)

It's not that he wants to isolate you or anything like that, and really you're free to do what you want, he just doesn't want to run the risk of them hurting you more than they have already. As such, he’s hesitant to even drive you to visit them, to be completely honest. You don’t deserve to be put in a potentially abusive situation, but if you have to be around your family for whatever reason, he insists on accompanying you.

He holds your hand the entire way there, throwing you soft looks to gauge your mood and running a thumb over your knuckles when he sees your nervous posturing. He hopes that his reassurance will help in some way, even if he's also dreading encountering your family.

He's tense at your side the moment you both walk through the door to your family's home, putting himself between you and any family members as he oversees your interactions. Most would feel threatened by his posturing; it’d be quite obvious that he’s acting as sort of a sentinel for you, and having someone like him as a protector should be a deterrent to any awful behavior. Lest they end up suffering some harsh consequences for their actions.

But of course, this doesn’t stop some people. Perhaps they just walked in and saw you, thinking you were on your own and taking it as an opportunity to slew some abuse at you, completely oblivious to the fact that your partner was just across the room. Or maybe they were just ignorant enough to believe your partner wouldn’t protect you from them.

However, they’ll notice and realize the reality of the situation soon enough. It’s impossible not to when they open their mouth to make a disparaging comment about you and are met with a painfully tight grip on their shoulder and the broad form of your boyfriend looming over them.

You'll notice that their abusive remark is cut off by a sharp squeak, and turn to see them looking almost sickly with fear at your boyfriend. The same whose glare seems to darken when they have the nerve to send a pleading glance towards you to make him stop, as if they're not the one who tried to verbally attack you in the first place.

No matter, he'll helpfully twist them around so he's all they see instead. (Quickly too, since he hated the way you seemed to freeze when they tried to make eye contact with you.) The perpetrator is terrified to their core since they know very well about who he is, but the short apologies they try to stammer out don't quell any of Sanford's anger at them. It's not him they should be apologizing to.

He'd even consider forcing them to right that moment if he couldn't read you as well as he does. He knows from your shaky motions and quick glances back at him that having any prolonged contact with them would probably just risk upsetting you more, and besides, what kind of a partner would he be if he brought his boyfriend's abuser closer to him?

Despite this, he won't let go of them. He's almost like a guard dog that's latched onto someone, unwilling to let them move a mere inch away as you go about your business. While you're distracted, he'll even lean down to get uncomfortably close to your family member to give them a bit of a warning, silently delighting in how they jump at his sudden movements.

"You aren't gonna say another fucking word to him, understand?" He hisses, "None of this shit about you not understanding that he's a man - cause that's what he is, dumbass. You can fuck off if you think I'll just let you insult him like that, or I'll make you wish you knew better."

They nod frantically, and he gives them a sardonic, if not outright threatening grin. Just in time too, as you turn back to them with some personal belongings gathered in your arms. You don't look at your family member when you approach, but Sanford's quick to disregard them as well once you're a meter or two from them. (He doesn't want you to have to be too close to them, anyway).

He gives their shoulder one last squeeze, threatening to pierce their skin with his claws before he lets go and returns to your side. You find it slightly amusing that he insists on wiping his hand off on his pants before he holds yours again, and as you exit the building he makes a joke about not wanting any "filth" to touch you. It makes you smile a bit, which relieves him.

He has a thoughtful look on his face as he helps you into his truck, one he always seems to get whenever the topic of your family comes up. You give him a few questioning glances, silently prodding at what's eating away at him as he seems to mull over something for a moment. He then turns to you, giving you a warm smile.

“I’m really proud of you, you know? I don't know how I'd be if my family pulled something like that with me," he remarks, giving you a playful glare when you shrug and avert your eyes, already beginning to formulate some sort of retort to his praise.

"I mean, I didn't do very much-"

"Not this time, I guess, at least not physically. But you've dealt with their shit for years, so I'd say you're stronger than you think you are." He states simply, a tone of finality in his words. Under no circumstance would he let you downplay or disregard your own feelings and role in this; so what if you didn't want to get in their face as he would? Physical confrontations aren't everything, especially when he's half sure those pigheaded people in your family wouldn't change with or without them. The point was that you're perfect just as you are, and you don't need some dumbasses who don't know anything to make you doubt that.

You understand as much when he leans over to give you a quick kiss on your temple, whispering so before leaving another peck on your cheek and pulling back. For that simple moment, your anxiety is quelled. Funny, how something as common as Sanford giving you affection could calm you down so much. The love he has for you is pure and nearly overwhelming sometimes; it fills you with a warmth so comforting, and a feeling of gentle reassurance you don't know how you went without before. And you knew it was the same for him.

For now, though, Sanford thinks he's got a bit of a solution to this issue (if you could call it one). He's been thinking about it for a while, but now that he's seen firsthand the quality (or lack thereof) of people in your family, he doesn't think it's going too fast. At least, he hopes you won't think so either.

Your attention is caught again when he mutters your name, and you look over to see him staring down at the dashboard, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he nervously clears his throat. It's weird to see him so nervous, but it's cute; it reminds you of when you first started dating and he was so anxious about being with someone seriously, least of all someone he admired so much.

"I know this might be too fast, but..you could, well, "join" my family, if you want. My mom's been asking about you, and they just really want to meet you, to be honest. Probably because of how I don't shut up about you," he laughs a little awkwardly, and you smile at how bashful he looks, brow quirking at the question. "They're not...like yours, and I know they won't screw with you like that. So..would you want to?" He looks hopeful as he eyes you, and you can see the slightest bit of apprehension in the way he shifts his hands against the wheel as he waits for your answer.

You hum in thought, genuinely considering the offer. Sanford's without a doubt the nicest guy you've ever met, and you don't think his family would be spoken about so highly by him if they weren't the same. Besides, there's no harm in meeting your boyfriend's family. However, there's a little something about the way he worded it that made you curious.

"Yeah, I'm down for that. All this talk about me joining your family is pre-tty interesting though, babe," you begin, a teasing lilt to your voice as you lean over the console to perch your chin on his shoulder. "You thinking about proposing?"

He sputters, face going red as you chuckle at him. He's quick to make a recovery though, nudging his elbow at you as he shakes his head to himself (he can't hide his own grin, despite this). You feel relaxed as you lean back into your seat, grateful for the distraction in light of everything else that happened that day.

Although, you don't make it entirely back to your seat before Sanford reaches out for your hand again. His larger hand returns to hold yours just as it was on the way to your family's place, and you can see a slight blush tinge his cheeks when you turn yours over to interlace your fingers. He only has a single real response to your teasing, but it's enough to make you double-take.

"That depends, would you say yes?"

[starlitangels]

uh hi yeah so this is kinda for me but also kinda to give you a break from all the long asks while still keeping you in a creative headspace:

pick 3-5 boys and have them discover their listener can sing? or maybe some other art form? (Or, for shits and giggles, that they were a cheerleader in high school and have them still fit in their uniform and everything and do a cheer for their boy/mate)

answer whenever you need a break!

I mean, I don't mind the long asks. I'm honestly delighted to get any asks. Bear in mind I've been on Tumblr since 2014 and I've gotten more unprompted asks since I started this blog than I ever got on any other blog combined, probably. I love the engagement!

That said, I do appreciate the reprieve XD

I know nothing about being a cheerleader. I was a band geek in high school and continue to be pretty unathletic. So we're gonna go with singing because that is something I do know a lot about XD

Okay! I figured for this one I'd do some of the "not main" boys, I guess? (Like, I do a lot with the Shaw pack, so I'm trying to branch out. That said, I can't stop and won't stop writing for Sam and Avior even though they're two of my main boys XD)

Avior

Avior first hears Starlight sing in their first stint in the Meridian. Before he realized he'd fallen in love with them, but after he was definitely in love with them

Starlight was just singing softly to pass the time and entertain their brain, doodling in the dust to try and think of a way to get out of the trap

Avior froze

Completely halted what he was doing

He was just around the corner, trying to reshape the walls to start making the hovel

His magic just... sputtered out

He can't believe that in the middle of something so insane as their situation, anyone could find it in them to sing

But Starlight's voice absolutely captivated him

It wasn't like Starlight was putting on a performance of Bohemian Rhapsody or anything

They were just singing a lullaby to themselves

And Avior couldn't unfreeze his muscles until they stopped

He wanted to be able to hear every. single. damn. note

He starts encouraging Starlight to sing more often

After he confesses that he’s in love with them, he asks them to sing for him when he’s getting stressed

The silence after Starlight left the Meridian for the first time was maddening. He missed their voice filling the idle quiet, drowning out the flames and the winds and the screams

When he dragged them back in, he waited to hear them sing for days, silently begging them to give that back to him, even if he couldn’t have them back yet the way he desperately wanted them

Geordi

Cutie and Geordi had gone on all of three dates when they ended up in one of those private-room karaoke places

It was Cutie’s idea

Geordi started all awkward and, “Nooo, you go ahead and go first... I don’t know what I want to sing... I’ll look while you go ahead.”

Cutie got up and selected a song, and then blew Geordi away within seconds.

Cutie was reading Geordi’s thoughts as they sang, and all he was thinking was, “wow they sound incredible—amazing voice—never heard anyone like it—” and other variations

It almost made Cutie falter in their song. He sounded so awed that it was flattering and embarrassing

Now that they’ve been together a while, Cutie sings while doing chores a lot, and Geordi looks wowed every single time

Sometimes Cutie will stop singing for months on end when their mental health isn’t quite as good as other times, and Geordi misses it every time

Cutie always hears his thoughts when they start back up again and he’s always so relieved and happy to hear his partner is singing again—because it means they’re feeling better

And they sound so nice that he feels really happy

Elliott

Elliott and Sunshine have been friends for years—like, high school friends

Elliott discovers Sunshine can sing when they both ended up auditioning for the school musical

Elliott lost a bet with one of their other friends and had to audition

Sunshine wanted to

Elliott was outside the audition room—he and Sunshine signed up right after each other—when Sunshine did their song

He was so amazed that he forgot his monologue and the first couple bars of his audition for a few seconds when he was reviewing them out in the hall

He literally just froze and listened

Their friends, who he was with, started to laugh and tease him—and he shushed them so he wouldn’t miss a second of the music

Elliott didn’t end up getting cast for the musical—not that he expected to, anyway—but Sunshine did

He went to every performance he could just so he could hear them sing as much as possible

He brought them a bouquet of roses both opening and closing night. Both of them with cards full of compliments to their singing, acting, and dancing skills

Sam

Ya wanna talk about bamboozled?

Let’s talk about bamboozled.

The last thing Sam ever expected of Darlin’ was for them to be an incredibly skilled singer

But they are

A new baby was born to the pack and Darlin’ managed to drag Sam along to the little “Meet the Baby” gathering at the parents’ house (“As my mate, you’re legally obligated to come with me to pack social events. If I have to endure this, so do you, cowboy” *Sam chuckles and shakes his head as he follows after Darlin’*)

The poor little infant got a bit overwhelmed by the sheer amount of pack members present and fawning over them and started to cry

Darlin’ just so happened to be holding the infant at the time

The baby’s parents offered to take the child back, but Darlin’ just shook their head and retreated to another room in the house. Sam stayed with the rest of the pack, but his vampire hearing easily singled out Darlin’ gently singing a lullaby

The baby stopped crying quickly, but Darlin’ stayed in the other room for a bit, still singing to keep the baby soothed

Sam had to keep his expression cool around the rest of the pack but in his mind his jaw was hanging open

He doesn’t bring it up until they’re driving home after meeting the baby—and even then all he does is compliment their voice and leave it at that

Darlin’ starts slowly singing more around Sam. Not often and never anything complicated, but he’s amazed every time

Vincent

It takes Vincent and while to hear Lovely sing, after everything that happened with them

But when he does, it’s when he’s playing piano

From the other room, he heard Lovely singing the lyrics to the old song he was playing, clear as day and like they were standing right beside him

He was so stunned he almost stopped playing

Muscle memory was the only reason he kept going

Once the song was over, he zipped into the other room, mouth hanging open and eyes wide

“That... was beautiful,” was all he could say. Breathlessly.

Lovely gets all embarrassed and tries to brush it off

But Vincent won’t let them

It becomes a little evening activity for them. Vincent plays while Lovely sings.

They build up quite a little repertoire

After Lovely’s turning, it becomes one of the ways Vincent helps ground them back in reality, even if it takes months for their singing to be as full-bodied as it was before, rather than hollow and half-hearted

The only members of the clan who know are William and Sam, who have both been invited to “band practice” with Vincent and Lovely before

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Bonus Bois, because Why the Heck Not!

D.A.M.N. Crew

The entire crew found out Freelancer could sing (barring Caelum, who’s known for years) at the same time

Group karaoke night!

At one of those private room places, again, because Lasko wouldn’t do karaoke otherwise and neither would Damien but his was out of grumpiness, not nerves

Huxley and Freelancer drew the short straws and had to go first

They picked Don’t Stop Believin’ with Freelancer singing the first stanza, Hux the second, and then swapping off from there to join in together for the chorus

So Freelancer got up with the first mic, standing in the middle and belted out the first stanza

Cue flabbergasted faces—Gavin’s most of all

“I’ve been living with them for ages—how have I never heard pipes like that on them before?”

Huxley was so amazed he completely missed the first two lines of his stanza

Even though they were supposed to be doing a duet, for half of the time when it was supposed to be them together, he’d just stand there and listen in amazement, letting Freelancer hit the long power notes on their own

Needless to say, Freelancer was the star of the night, and ended up doing duets with every single one of the boys at least once