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kakubun · 3 years

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itching hands

pairings: bonten x chubby!reader

a/n: this was supposed be for december but i'm impatient🕴

warnings: suggestive, bonten

life with bonten series

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these men will bark at you if you ever had the time to be insecure about yourself

hold on tight to your seat cause i'm sure these executives won't let you

especially these easter egg mfs, you never know what's in each of these peoples' minds

sanzu

he lets a lot of things slip from his mind and specially his comments about you

he ranges from thirsty to intense staring at any part of your body where if i say so, it's gonna be a lot more pg

eventhough he's weirdly obsessive of how you look, he means good! it's just that his lameo ass can't say or spell it out to you without sounding like a pervert

he enters your apartment in search of any of the haitani brothers to pick up their report on the last mission and maybe you so he could easily find the two since they always muted their phones when busy.

at first, he wanted to reward himself with a little something since he did a little running around here and there, why not look into your fridge? he slowly opened it because of instinct and almost fell on his knees when he saw sweet cakes topped with icing. he reached out to it as if it's begging for him to just eat it up and he drooled with how soft it looked but a grab to his wrist startled him when he looked at the person in alarm, a quirk of your eyebrows immediately lead him to explain what he's here for.

"uh searching for haitani- by the way can i eat that-" you wiped his drool that ran down his chin with a tissue hastily, in full exaggeration the bright pink haired man is an absolute sweet tooth. he finally let his eyes set on you and he looked comedic with his wide eyes when he looked down at your soft thighs in the comfy shorts you wore.

you ignored his staring and sighed, pointing to the label of the sweet cake which had rindou's name on it but you changed your mind due to said man pouting and took out the cake and peeled off the label, offering to sanzu who drooled again but he doesn't know what's his drooling for anymore (rindou can always order another cake anyways). you closed the fridge and stretched, moving into the living room to lay on the sofa.

he felt content with his dessert, all he needed was a place to sit and he just felt that the perfect place was between, between, man he couldn't help it but stare at plushiness of your thighs. he wanted to bite it.

"can i lay myself between your thighs?"

a silent staring contest was held maybe, if people were to walk in at the moment but with a smirk you patted yourself.

"go ahead darling"

after a while

"y/n did you ate my cake!?" rindou gruffly yelled out and he didn't know what did he just walked into, you brushing and massaging sanzu's head while he hums and kisses up your thighs with the empty plate near his feet and rindou massaged his temples to not drag the male between your thighs into a body bag.

but he failed so sorry sanzu.

ran walked in with an amused stare when sanzu haven't noticed them yet and y/n laughed to rindou who was starting to march up to sanzu to grab both his ankles.

ran lazily stumbled to the sofa with his legs spread while watching whatever the hell the two were doing when sanzu finally woke up from his fantasies, fly high sanzu🕊🕊

ran leaned in to whisper to you when you secretly recorded the fight, asking why you finally offered sanzu a place to lay when you didn't let him lay between when he asked you so many times. you looked over at him with your mischevious eyes and he knows damn well he needs to do more than just asking.

extra!!:

"WAAAHH Y/N THEY BULLIED ME !!" you don't if sanzu's faking his loud crying or not with tears begin to slip past his cheek when he pointed at the haitanis and rindou had no shame in admitting what he done when his older brother blinked in confusion.

you tried to hold in any chortles or laughter coming out because the pink boy had his worst when rindou bent his leg over his head while muttering how he should've killed sanzu from day one. you held out your arms and he immediately flopped you to the coach when he pushed and smothered into your scent.

the haitanis still don't why you adore that crazed man baby who likes killing people and making them confess their crimes, you said you found it really annoyingly cute that's why you had haru in your arms who nibbled on you like a baby.

just hope that the treatment with haru doesn't go on and on and you actually do something about it instead of kissing his tears away and cuddled with him.

kakucho

he feels disrespectful to how much staring he does to you on a daily basis

the way you walk, your hips popping and the curve of your hip dips makes him go crazy

he wonders if he could just hold onto your waist or just touch onto your hips, he might faint touching the roughness of your stretch marks as if he's been blessed by pure heaven

he's obsessed with how you present yourself to the others

if only he was a little more bolder, he could admire it closer if he just asked (?)

"have you taken an interest in y/n, kaku?" ran's eyes glanced at kakucho's hard staring at your crossed legs and he stopped, scoffing at ran's word but the older haitani had a plan up his sleeves.

y/n sat nearby kokonoi's table doing their own thing, looking like a sweet thing that had kakucho's glued on them that ran couldn't help pointing it out and it didn't help kakucho's poor heart when mikey suddenly interrupted the conversation.

"kakucho, please assist y/n on where's they want to go at the moment" it made kakucho perk up, startled by the sudden job of bodyguard and he looked back at ran who winked at him. no no no this isn't what he wanted, what was he planning?

it's annoying on how this puppy crush of his grew even more worse, your whole personality draws him towards you, making him feel like a kid again because of how nonchalant you are with him. he felt laidback being with you is like the calm after a storm with his work and shenanigans in bonten.

he watched from a distance when you looked over the things on your list, kakucho also gathered some of the things you wanted into a little basket and cancelling some out so you didn't have to get them anymore and you thanked him with your pretty smile.

he scanned the area around him and held himself back from punching when this one creepo think they're being sleak with how they kept eyeing you, kakucho either think he was a pick pocket or a flirt but he kept a good metres away from him to see what he was doing but he was ready to turn towards you if they got any closer.

you turned towards kakucho, waving your hand to come to you and he immediately went, feeling more pissed off towards the person creeping in on you slowly but he felt your rough palm on the skin of his wrist wrapping it around your waist. he unconsciously squeezed around you, pulling you close as he shot a nasty glare towards the person who backed off, seeing the intense look from the half blind which they didn't dare messing with.

you both walk away, heading towards the counter as you laughed behind the palm of you hand; still in position of kakucho tightly holding onto your waist where he panicked when he realized how hard he's latching onto you.

"hah~ you're so-"

still choking on your laughter, he akwardly shuffles to the side in embarassment and it added more fuel to the fire when he remembered how he held your waist and he excused himself before combusting in front of you and went away for a few seconds.

you have to say but you gotta thank ran for this plan, even if the creepo appeared out of nowhere, atleast you got to see how bonten nunber 3 reacts to his dream coming true~

kokonoi

he mostly admires you in silence and gets distracted if he ever talks to somebody

just his eyes trailing down every curve on your body and just daydreams about them (as in like cuddling pls)

the other executives would notice how his eyes are always on you in every meeting youre in and would tease him about it when you leave the room like ran would comment 'so thats where your head was this whole time hm?'

kokonoi love your pictures, he feels creepy stalking your pictures but he can't help but gush into the palm of his hand of your stunning you look, you make him faint whenever you had suprise pictures of you in dresses and he feel like his whole body is on fire.

ran taps the head of his pen to the temple of kokonoi's head and he slams his phone down and put on a poker face, it faltering when he clenched his teeth already knowing what's coming. ran sneered to how much of a simp he was and flicked the back of his head, pointing towards the door of his office; telling him any moment you're gonna come by and koko swats his hand away, knowing the haitani was just teasing him but his eyes nearly bulged out when you actually swung by.

all sleepy and dreamy like, his heart getting squeezed and the older haitani patting you towards koko who unexpectantly had you in your lap, your weight tapping him out of his daydreams as you hugged him tighter.

"my my, tired baby ain't ya?" he put on his proper poker face he got from the back of his desk, trying not to falter when you sleepily ranted on how work was terribly tiring and he patted your back shakily, not wanting to push you off due to extreme nervousness. he joked with you telling that he could just pay you easily if you work under him and you pushed his chest with your head bonk .

"ywou drhon just-mphm-hrmm" him heating up to how close with you works because he was the best heat warmer you could ask for, he felt bad for moving you to the coach but he just needed a comfortable position for you sleep in because you sitting on him? naaah, he's a puddle by the end of it.

the urge to take a picture was really strong so he took out his phone and angle his phone down to catch your drool slipping out of you and smiled feverishly to how dorky you looked.

koko felt like he could fuck up more of his feelings staring at your sleeping face, he rubbed his finger on your fat cheek you smooshed onto the coach and shifted a little in your sleep to adjust the blanket more closer to you. koko's touches were hesitant, didn't want to be a pervert when all he did was touch your soft cheek.

he wanted to just hold you close to his chest and have you against him but his prickling anxiety said otherwise, his awful thoughts and stubborness entertaining the shit out of him. you nearly give him a heart attack when one of your eyes open when he wanted to take his second picture and you latched onto his wrist. koko squawked and you couldn't help but burst out in guffaws to how panicked he looked when you caught him.

if anyone saw this scene, koko surely would die of embarassment and he'll dig his grave himself but unfortunely he will eventually when the blinking red of somebody's recording was capturing every moment of it.

haitani brothers

the duo who makes you nervous with their hard stares on you

these two are also pretty touchy so it's dangerous when they're handsy with one of your body parts

rindou are obsessed with your chubbiness, poking it just to see his finger bounce back; comedically

he loves being close with you because you're so squishy??? the type of guy who plays with your squishiness like you're a stress toy and holds himself back from biting

you're the greatest fridge or heat bag on the off days he haves, just wrapped up in blankets and you makes him sleep like a baby

as discussed earlier, ran wants to his head between your thighs; don't be suprised when one day he felt like he should get killed by them and you reject his acceptance towards death

he's a leg man and likes sleeping on your lap or kissing them or he just does anything with them (if you don't mind)

you just gotta remember these two are menaces right next to sanzu cause they'll bother you about it like forever if they can

after seeing the endless babying of sanzu, rindou turns to his brother who was lost in his thoughts and tapped his shoulder with the back of his hand. he lifted his eybrow, needing a response to how quiet he became and ran gave him a sly smile.

"you look at y/n like you wanna eat them up" ran shrugged, placing his elbow on rindou's shoulder as he slipped a comment on how he can eat y/n in other ways while rindou scrunched up in disgust. sanzu then emerged right next to rindou, telling them to give their report; damn well distracted when you started brushing and massaging his head a few moments ago.

rindou pointed towards the window, telling sanzu to fetch the files in his car while 'lightly' threatening him to buy another cake for him and the pink haired boy waved him off as if his threatening didn't give him flashbacks to how rindou almost squeezed his organs out of his ribcage when he looked at the empty plate.

when sanzu disappeared out of the house, rindou pulled you by the waist and onto his lap. squeezing your fat and kissing up your neck, he grazed a sweet spot but you swatted him telling him what's gotten into him. ran lay his head on your lap and looked like a satisfied brat when you look back at him then his brother all confused like.

rindou couldn't spare anymore time so he whispered in your ear, telling how much of a nuisance his older brother was and pleaded you to let him do what he wished to do. ran quirked his eyebrows, leaning up to kiss you while you teased him more by placing a finger on his lips.

"using your brother as a way to get me to do your thing instead of asking me in the nicest way? how cruel haitani, don't you know how torturous it is for your brother to put up with you?"

he smirks, knowing how much of a tease you were and feigned his sigh. rindou clamped his hands over this ears to not hear whatever the hell is this and tilted his head comfortably on your neck.

you shifted off rindou's lap, letting the man going after your sweet self place his head on your tummy as he happily shifts himself to a tiny nap to wait for sanzu to get back from whatever he got himself into because they could hear him shouting at the phone when he was unlocking the car door.

you looked over at rindou and placed a finger on your lips, smiling with your eyes closed when you don't want to disturb his sleeping brother in bliss.

ran just doesn't need to know rindou had his many turns sleeping with you this week compared to him~

mikey

he likes sleeping on you, his titled pillow he seeks for at the end of the day

he usually goes to you whenever he has a hard time sleeping and you try your best to advice him on how he should take care od his eyebags and weak body

he likes listening to your whispering before he goes to sleep so he asks you to talk more (command maybe)

"mikey..?"

"mph?"

"please i need to get up"

he uses your entire body as a pillow to swing his leg over ._. . from the very start, he makes you worried that you might've done or said something wrong to him but his thoughts were completely filled with how he can melt into you and be a handy pillow for him if he can't sleep easily.

to break the ice of what he thinks of you, you hummed quietly and awfully close to him on why he was staring at you but he completley dodges the question, rather he wants to show you why he's staring so he asks if he can touch you. he was uo close and personal on the first into with you but he didn't have bad intentions.. because afterwards you were legit cradling him.

sanzu was raising his eyebrows teasingly when their boss was sound asleep on your shoulder and you run your hands to his hair while glaring at sanzu to not make any noise. kakucho tried putting a straight face on but it's complelety leaving him when he heard his boss sleep talk.

he was babbling nonsense to you which you tried to reply to him but his mouth was jammed shut because there was some point where he got mad at you for not replying and sanzu was rolling on the floor and kakucho had to walk out to laugh with sanzu, dragging the pink hair out of the office. you cooed at him to relax instead of thrashing back and forth and he stopped, planting his face into your neck which makes you feel really tickled.

you're just grateful he's getting some sleep and you kissed him good night and a faint smile shows up on his face when you hugged him tight.

(and the other executives in the other room cracking up about mikey and you NSBJSBD)

akashi

he likes carrying you, stealing you away from the other executive when they're disturbing you

you can't feel insecure with this man because he was the dirtiest way with his words that he whispers to you that can turn any guy or girl red

he'll surely gouge out any prying eyes that mock or stare at you for too long

"why cat got your tongue?" your mouth agape when he was busy doing pushups on the mat and his back muscles flex even more when you came by, the smirk on his face didn't help making you flustered while you sat near him. panicking on the inside, he stopped for a water break and sat next to you.

you prayed to not shake so visibly becaue this hot ass man right now makes you lose all sense of human nature with how big he was, he placed his bottle down and shifted closer to you. bending down a little to arch his back to crack a little, he said he needed you on his back for his pushups. he can easily see the confusion you had on your face and he chuckled, getting up to begin and he usher you to start climbing on his back.

"cmonnn~ i'm strong, you're afraid i'll drop you?"

this man wanted a death wish but you think you'll die first because of how much of a tease he was, his back was kinda comfortable so you tugged on him like a koala, he called you needy and he says he's right you'll enjoy it. enjoy what exactly? too scared to ask this man because of the potential of a heart attack.

it becomes a daily thing to be honest, just having you on his back to flex off his strength that you were impressed that he didn't break and kept his composure. he held you close or carries you on his back cause he wants to, running away from the others who were fighting over you.he was a dangerous man because he could easily take your breath away with how secretive he is.

heck, i think he just did.

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anystalker707 · 3 years

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Needy

Pairing: Gerard x Reader Word count: ~ 1 200 Genre: Fluff / Smut Summary: (Y/n) gives Gerard a handjob and maybe they get caught. Kind of content: Dirty talk / Handjob / Lowkey humiliation

Requested by @angie-migel

“I– Does this even lock properly?” I furrow my eyebrows as I try to lock the door. It opens back again, slightly, like the lock was never a thing. “Okay, it doesn’t, great.” I can’t help but to chuckle at how miserable it is. The band better start making more money soon so we can stay on actually nice hotels and not some half assed ones like this – and also get a fucking bus, a decent one.

“At least we got nothing worth stealing,” Gerard chuckles and I can’t help but to do the same, shaking my head to myself.

“I mean, yeah,” I mutter, closing the door slowly so it will stay closed, at least as closed as possible. “You’re kinda right, but if I wake up and my phone and the van or instruments are gone, I’ll fucking freak out.”

“Fair.” He tilts his head.

I nod quietly and take on making sure everything is alright, putting on some comfortable clothes before I sit down on the bed. The numbers on the lockscreen of my phone say it’s still 9:12pm, but it honestly feels like it’s far past midnight after an extremely tiring day – the only inaccurate point is how it’s not anywhere near midnight.

“I feel like I could collapse now and only wake up tomorrow in the afternoon,” I groan, running my hands through my hair. A bed has never felt so comfortable and I swear this isn’t even a good bed.

Gerard smiles, throwing a glance my way, before he’s turning off the lights and coming closer. Only the faint light of the lamp on the bedside table fills the room, impressively doing a worse job than the lightpost across the street, which illuminates the room more than I’d like it to.

“C’mere!” I open my arms and he gladly lies down next to me.

We shift around for a bit until we find a nice position; I hug him from behind, sighing softly as I bury my face in the back of his neck and it’s just so good. I could stay like this forever.

Or not.

Gerard starts shifting and at first I think he’s just looking for a nice position, but he doesn’t stop.

“Gerard.” I furrow my eyebrows, pulling myself up lightly to take a look at his face. “Gee– Are you alright? Why are you fidgeting around so much? Something wrong?”

“No, sorry,” he breathes.

I narrow my eyes, humming. “Gerard.”

“Okay, fine,” Gerard groans, shifting around a bit again. “I– It’s just been long since we’ve last had time to each other, y’know? I’m, uh, needy,” he says almost inaudibly.

Oh, right, it all makes sense now, since the clingy mood a few days ago. “Is that so, hun?” I nuzzle the back of his neck, pressing soft kisses to it as my grip around him tightens so I can bring him closer. “You’re needy? All you needed was to tell me,” I say softly, reaching a hand to palm him through his pants, feeling him half-hard already – he exhales shakily.

“Sorry,” Gerard groans, helplessly thrusting his hips forward.

“It’s alright, baby.” I tug onto the sensitive skin of his neck with my teeth, enough to have Gerard whining and he wasn’t lying when he said he’s needy. To be fair, it’s really been a while, so it’s not a surprise he’s that sensitive – he gasps and bucks his hips forward when I give him a particular squeeze.

Gerard’s wearing a simple pair of gray sweatpants, which doesn’t make it hard for me to lower them along with his boxers and pull his cock out, pumping it gently at first – nonetheless, he gasps, back pressed against my chest at the same time he bucks his hips forward.

“Aw, baby, look at the state you’re in already and I’ve barely touched you,” I hum, lips lingering over the side of his neck.

“(Y/– (Y/n),” he cries softly once I tighten my grip, though I never increase the speed, only watching his reaction as I move my hand slowly, letting my thumb sink along his length and fuck, he immediately starts moaning, squirming. He whines, burying his face in the pillow, moans escaping his lips one after the other as precum pools on his tip.

“Wish I could hear all the pretty moans you’re making,” I say softly into his ear – he practically melts. “Maybe the next time we fix a proper hotel. I’m going to ruin you so bad, hun, I can barely wait for it.” A louder moan, almost a cry is muffled against the pillow.

Suddenly, however, there’s a knock on the door. Oh, damn.

“Gerard?” It’s Ray – he doesn’t open the door, but his shadow is visible through the thin slice of light that slips in the room, coming from the hallway, due to the lockless door. “Hey, dude, sorry to bother, but can I use your hairspray on our next show? Mine’s out since my hair is all fluffy, y’know? Is it alright?”

“Yeah,” Mikey breathes, probably behind Ray, “me too. Is it okay, Gee?”

Gerard quietens down. Is he going to pretend he’s asleep or something?

“Answer them,” I whisper to him, not stopping my hand motions.

“U-Uh,” he cleans his throat, which doesn’t really work a lot. “I don’t mind, y-yeah! Go on, you can totally use it!”

“Good boy.” I press a kiss to his neck and let my finger linger on a spot under the head of his cock, making him buck his hips forward almost immediately, although not letting any considerably loud sound escape.

“Thanks,” Ray replies, sounding like he’s about to leave. “Oh, also, are you okay, Gerard? You sound kinda sick, man, y’know?”

Mikey hums in agreement. “That’d be bad for the next concert.”

Gerard’s really tense and, knowing him, it only means one thing. I know it’s evil, I know it’s for my own entertainment but I still can’t help it and move my hand faster, grip tighter around him.

“Answer,” I tell him again, nibbling down on his neck.

“Y-Yeah,” Gerard stutters, “I’m fi–” The sentence, though, never comes to an end, his words replaced by a loud moan he’s not able to muffle this time, thrusting his hips into my hand hopelessly among all the sticky mess covering it. So fucking good, I can’t fucking handle him; I nuzzle the back of his neck, hearing the guys cursing outside, but it doesn’t really matter. They push the door close before rushing away, as closed as it can be, at least.

I clean my hand away after finding a shirt lying around and sigh as I adjust Gerard’s pants – they’re not even back to their place properly when he’s turning over, hugging me tightly and burying his face in my chest.

“What’s wrong, hun?” I press a kiss to his head, running a hand up and down his back.

“I–” Gerard breathes, shakily, voice teary. “They caught me! And I-I sound so terrible!” he cries, hands closed tightly around my shirt.

“Aw, baby, no,” I say softly, starting to play with his hair. “It doesn’t matter that they heard it, it isn’t like they’ll judge you or stop being friends with you, alright? And you were such a good boy for me, y’know that? My pretty sweet boy. And you don’t sound terrible, I love all of your poor little moans.” I press another kiss to his head, feeling him continuing to cry, though it’s not so bad now. “You’re so precious,” I mumble.

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dakotafinely · 3 years

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TURTLE TOTS AS KIDS I WORK WITH AT MY PRESCHOOL!!!

(Age Range: 1 & 2)

Raph: (Based on two of my kiddo’s)

That one kid who always wants to help and won’t stop following the teacher

Has zero volume control

“Ya sleep well buddy?” “YEAH.”

“You want some more kiddo?” “yeah”

Generally a good kid, very sweet and shares his food with the others if they ask

Will sit between you legs like a baby penguin (whether your standing or sitting)

Very sensitive about everything

“Raph! Don’t do that you’ll get hurt!” *Raph cries and falls to the floor dramatically*

“The dinosaurs and-” *unintelligible noises*

“Mine! Mine!” “Yes Raph, I know it’s yours I’m putting it up okay?” “Yeah”

Whenever he’s speaking at normal volume his “Yeah”s sound tired and disappointed

Stands with his hands behind his back while his waiting, like a little old man

Tall enough he can get into things you don’t want him to get into stop it or I swear-

Leo: (Based off one kid)

Doesn’t really talk a lot

Or like... at all, but you know he understands you better than most of the kids in your class

*Distressed noises and vigorous head shaking “no”* “Okay, okay, you don’t want the snack I get it.”

Eyes go WIDE and his nose flares up when he sees something he likes or is excited about

Passes out like he hasn’t slept in ages when you put him down for nap

Never drinks water, but also drinks a lot of water

His diaper is almost always dry why is it always dry I saw you drink 50 cups of juice you should’ve p-

Likes barreling into walls with one of those big scooter toys the kids can sit on

Runs with it, doesn’t ride it, has it backwards and runs with it

Usually doesn’t cry, but when he does it is LOUD and it is SCREAMING

Easily hypnotized by TV, so you can’t play it when he’s eating or he won’t eat

Won’t drink out of a cup he’s never used before

Donnie: (Based off of one child)

Is just... insufferable

Is always the one to wake up the other kids before they need to during nap

“I SWEAR today is the day I’m going to strangle a child.”

Very, very smart and you hate it because he does not use it for the forces of good

Every time you put him in time out it’s a whole show

“Donnie-” *Him, knowing what’s happening, scream cries and flails onto the floor, saying no repeatedly, even more so as I put him in the corner*

Despite how much you punish him (which, trust me, is very frequently) he often only wants to cuddle you????

You:*Sits on the floor* Him:*practically teleports to your lap*

Is constantly trying to lay down on the floor when it’s not nap time to sleep but he could’ve slept during nap but oh wait he’s the child who woke everyone up an hour early because he couldn’t stop “coughing” and yelling as much as possible

Do NOT forget his pacifier (which he calls bubble) *shudders* never again

Will look you dead in the eyes as scream as the highest pitch possible I swear to god I will murder you stop it-

At the end of the day, you love him and care about him, but you also hope he never comes back. But you know, he almost never misses a day.

Mikey: (Based off of two of the kiddos!)

Is... like a little dragon

Ya know, hordes all the toys he can fit in his arms (or a toy car if he wants it)

Will scream and cry if someone takes it from him (and if Donnie’s there, ya know it’s gonna happen)

Won’t even play with all the toy’s he’s collected, he just wants them

If someone takes a toy before he can snatch it, will scream and cry then too

Bites if provoked (Yes, Donnie is almost bitten every other day)

Honestly, is very sweet and cuddly, just has no idea how to share

But nap time, oh god nap time

There is only one teacher who has the magic touch to make that kid fall asleep, and you poor soul if it’s you (Yes it’s me irl, no I don’t like it)

He will scream, he will cry, sometimes it’s so bad you have to take him out of the room so he won’t wake the others

His parent’s don’t want you using a pacify but good lord are you tempted to do anything to make the child stop

If he closes his eyes it could be a trap so back away slowly and don’t fiddle with his blanket’s because you might- oh god his eyes snapped back open

Is the last to fall asleep, and somehow always one of the first to wake up

Will kiss you before and after you change him (on the cheek guys don’t even-)

“Bye-bye Mikey!” *Turns around and blows you a kiss* You: *dies*

Is mostly unintelligible, but can say his name, yes, no, and other assortment of words (sometimes)

Will cry if you play a different song or show then he wanted (which is sometimes the one he asks for, look I know it doesn’t make sense but trust me it happens all the time)

No one asked for this but I DO WHAT I WANT!!

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catbowserauthor · 5 years

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2003 Mikey Piece w/ OC

@brightlotusmoon So this is another piece I did a while ago when I was coming up with a background for my OC for Mikey in the 2003 world. It doesn't have a story as of yet because I don't use this OC much...but given it has some Mikey and Donnie sweetness in here, I thought you'd appreciate it.

It seemed like it was his turn to be in the hellish world. SO far, he'd made little progress at finding the section where Usagi dwelled but he knew at least it was around here somewhere. Apparently though, there were all kinds of different races here and they seemed to like to hound on the Kame portion of this world. As it was, he was currently walking through the partially abandoned, burned out village. He had only heard a few of the remaining attackers say its name: Shellrala. He couldn't really even tell what kind of creatures the attackers were...maybe large feline like creatures. All he did know was that they apparently had NO honor because they had mowed through this village with absolutely no restraint--he'd lost track of the number of women and children he had stepped over. Most of the large feline creatures had moved on, maybe two or three still lingering and honestly, he was going to as well but he felt...no, KNEW he had to at least give these poor people a proper burial or cremation or something! He couldn't just leave them. He was trying to stay out of sight because quite frankly, after days of not having a lot of food and walking constantly, he was not in the mood for a fight. Then, he heard it. Crying. Like, really little kid crying. He darted and followed the sound, still attempting to stay quiet but he felt like finding the source was more important than stealth right now. He dipped into one of the nearby huts, where the noise heightened. Pushing aside the burnt and broken furniture, he found finally found the source. Lost amid piles of blankets and a torn kimono, he found a small dark green (even darker than his own coloring) baby turtle. Absolutely howling their head off, with little small wisps of dark black hair trailing into deep ocean blue eyes. The kid had to be...heck, maybe four months, if that? Despite only being 18 himself, Mikey KNEW that a baby that young was especially vulnerable. The baby locked eyes with him as he approached and stopped crying. He guessed it was a female, simply because of the slimmer size and frame (and he would confirm this later) but the baby didn't reject when he scooped her up into his arms. "Hey, hey, little squirt. It's okay. Mikey'll help you." The sound of commotion outside made him pull the baby close to his chest and pull a tanto from his belt, silently thanking Leo for tossing it to him before they got divided. Two feline soldiers pushed their way through the door way and hissed in Japanese to one another "I thought you said you killed all the turtles in here? And you missed the brat?" "I'll remedy it, easy enough," their partner confirmed and approached, a hand on their katana. Mikey's swipe of his tanto sent them to their knees, clutching a bloody stomach before they got within a foot and in a swift motion, the second one was slammed against the wall, the blade at their jugular. Mikey's Japanese was...well, not the greatest (least speaking, he understood it fine), but he knew he got this right and even if he didn't, he knew his face would send the message clear enough: "You kill baby, you die next." The feline dropped to their knees when Mikey hit their concussion point and the teenager looked to the tiny baby who cooed up at her rescuer. Mikey glanced around the village, biting his lip. No one was left to watch after the kid and even if there was...these turtle knew next to nothing about defending themselves! Most of the kids he had walked past had been shoved into holes--they just knew to hide. Looking down at the tiny girl in his arms, he gave her a nervous laugh, "Well, guess you're gonna hafta stick with me, munchkin." She giggled.

"You didn't tell them I'm here, right?" Mikey didn't take his eyes from the baby girl in his arms who greedily ate up the bottle he offered her. It was nice to have a place in the Daimyo's place, especially after traveling for the past three months. The little one in his arms was more than capable of scooting now and rolling over. His brothers had been back at home for several weeks. He knew they were still looking for him but he was...scared. Scared of what they would think, scared of what they would say but mostly, petrified that they would say he had to give this little one up. No, he refused. He wouldn't. She was his now, they had bonded. She was his...his masterpiece. His Sistine. However, he also knew that he had to face this eventually and he hated to think of the torture he was putting them through, the worry, the uncertainty. And he missed them. God, he missed them. He...wanted their support right now and maybe that's what he was most afraid of. That it would be denied to him. He looked up at his visitor. Renet winced, "Duh, no. I didn't tell them. But they're, like, totally freaked out Mikey! You can't sit here forever..." "I know," He shifted the girl in his arms as she settled into sleep. "I...I know I needa tell them. C-can...can you give them a letter from me?" Renet wasn't thrilled with the idea of being messenger but it was a start! "Sure! Do you have one?" Mikey slipped the baby girl into a small basket that he had decked out in blankets and cushioning into a crib of sorts. "Gimme five minutes." --- "Leo, I tol' you, I can't say where he is or anything. He just said to drop this off to you." "Whatta ya mean you can't tell us?" Oh, Raph was livid, "That's my baby brother, Renet!" "Duh, I know that," she challenged "But he asked me to just drop the letter off and then...see what happened." The threesome of brothers exchanged glances as Master Splinter gave a nod to Renet and Leonardo looked at the letter he held in his hand. Walking wordless to the couch, he sat, his two other brothers sinking down next to him and Master Splinter following and sitting on the opposite chair. Unfolding the parchment, Leo began to read aloud, if only for his own comfort: "Hey Bros--first, I'm A-Okay! Tell Sensei sorry I gave him another heart attack. Daimyo told me that you guys were okay too and totally kicked shell! Not like I'm surprised. You always do. So, sorry I haven't come home yet. It's...complicated." Donnie frowned, "Complicated?" Immediately thoughts of his own hellish world flashed through his mind but he forced himself to calm, to not jump to conclusions. "See, I got stuck in Usagi's world but totally not the fun parts, Leo! There's a whole part just for turtles! But...well, they were...man, they were cowards! Totally being overrun by these cheetah-jaguar-feline-ish creeps! And they didn't have any weapons, didn't defend themselves or anything and these creeps were totally thinking genocide!" Leo took a breath and went on "I ran into this old village after they had ransacked it. Slaughtered turtles everywhere, bros! But...I found one survivor. This little girl. Guess they overlooked her. And I wasn't gonna just leave her there so I took her with me. I've...been taking care of her." There was a smudge where obviously their brother had paused, "I _love_ taking care of her." "Mikey with a kid?" Raph snorted "You gotta be kidding me..." Leo ignored him and kept going "I...guess you probably expect me to say that I've been trying to find someone to take care of her but I'm not. I'm taking care of her. I want to. I love her, bros. And..and..I know it's probably not too smart but I have...I have to raise her. She's like...she IS my daughter now. I call her my masterpiece. My little Sistine." Donnie, despite himself, found himself grinning widely, "Fitting." "I...wanna come home Dudes. Me and little Sistine. I wanna introduce her to her uncles and to her Grandpa. And to Casey and April and Angel and all of 'em...but...I'm scared. I...I need to know you're with me. I can't come back if I'm gonna hafta give her up. I won't. I'm crashing with the Daimyo right now. So...if you guys can give me an answer...I'll be waitin...love ya" --- Mikey was so caught up playing peek-a-boo with Sistine, too absorbed in her laughing to hear the first knock. He heard the second one. Turning, he found Leo, Donnie, Raph and Splinter in the doorway. He stared, unsure what to say or do until Leo lifted up the unfolded letter, complete with a smile. Mikey felt tears prickle his eyes, just for a moment until Donnie was the one that pushed forward, knelt to the ground and said, "Well, that's some greeting, Mikey! Lemme see my niece!" Sistine, full of life and having no fear, clamped onto Donnie's face with gummy hands as he cooed and lifted her up, "Heya little Masterpiece! I'm your Uncle Donnie!!

#tmnt oc #tmnt #2003 tmnt #Usagi's world in 2003 #2003 version of Shellrala #Mikey is a sweetheart #Mikey is so good with kids #Donnie is a sweetheart

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Zombie - Dallon Weekes x Reader

Request: For the zombie apocalypse thing I was thinking of Dallon and the reader getting stuck together alone (they lost everyone else) and as the weeks pass they get closer and closer since they only have each other. And then at the end either of them is bitten and they only have 24 hours left to be together until the venom kicks in and they have to say goodbye. Idk if you’d be willing to do something like that?

Warnings: violence, everyone dies (and I mean EVERYONE), blood, zombies, guns, all these nice things, sad

Word count: 3 593

A/N: My baby sister decided the ending, so all complaints about that go to her

It seemed like yesterday, yet worlds apart that you had seen the news, warning about this new disease. For a few weeks it had only been that, a message on the tv, but then everything had gone downhill. Some people said it was a virus that had escaped a research facility. Some people said it was a disease from outer space, something that had come to earth on a meteorite. Some people said it was god’s punishment. You did not know where it came from. You only knew it had taken everyone you had ever loved from you, first your mother and your father, your grandparents and then even your little sister. The city had turned into a ghost town.

Unlike the movies always pictured, not all the other living people wanted to harm you. Over time you met many people who all searched for help, so you helped each other. Almost half a year after the outbreak of this ‘zombie-virus’ as you called it, you had become part of a big group of survivors, every day fighting to survive in the wasteland that this world had become. Some people would argue that big groups were not effective, and it was true to certain extends. The more people you were the slower you could travel, the less agile you were. But bigger groups meant more safety. There were always several people on guard duty while the others were cooking or sleeping. You had more knowledge about everything, since everyone knew different things. And you felt saver in general.

For a while this group seemed to withstand every obstacle that was thrown in its way. You were a team, you were strong together. And then the first one died.

It was Patrick, poor, sweet Patrick. You had liked him the moment you first saw him. He had become your best friend in the group, always making an effort to be nice and optimistic.

It had been a not unusual scenario. The group had inspected an old supermarket, in the hopes of finding more than a few berries to eat, and had been surprised by the zombies, undead, diseased, whatever you want to call them. Everyone had started running, but some of these monsters had been fast, terribly fast. They had grabbed Patrick by his legs and pulled him to the floor. Gerard and Ray had immediately turned around, trying to save him, but they had only been able to watch as their friend was torn into pieces by the bloodthirsty creatures.

It had been Dallon, Dallon of all people, who had picked your crying and screaming form up, carrying you away from the scene of the murder. You had liked Patrick, he had been your friend and you refused to believe that he was gone. And you hated Dallon, he was always for himself, never seemed to care about anyone, and now he was separating you from your best friend.

You had nightmares for weeks, the blood and the screams still vivid in your imagination. The only comfort you had gotten, was the hat, Patrick had left behind. You knew it was stupid and childish, but when the horrors where too overwhelming, you took the hat and cradled it against your chest, like a kid with its stuffed toy.

The second one was Brendon. At first everything seemed fine, only a bite. Mikey had been fast with killing the monster, so a single bite seemed easy to deal with. Or so everyone thought.

You had taken care of the wound, being the one with the most extensive medical knowledge. You had wrapped a semi-clean bandage around Brendon’s injured hand and told him to check it tomorrow.

It had been during dinner, exactly twenty-four hours after the bite. Brendon was telling a story, the bowl with hot soup resting in his lap, when he suddenly fell asleep. Everyone had exchanged glances, wondering how someone like Brendon could fall asleep in the middle of a sentence, and then Joe noticed he was not breathing. You had scrambled to your feet, quickly walking over to the seemingly asleep Brendon, and had taken his pulse. None.

In that moment his eyes had snapped open and he had taken hold of your arm. His teeth were dangerously close to your skin when Dallon had pulled you away from him. Everyone had gotten up in fear, watching as Brendon had stood up. But these had not been the graceful movements you knew. These were the uncoordinated, rickety movements of these zombies, dead eyes staring into the round. Frank was the first one to act, taking a big stone and smashing it into Brendon’s head, effectively killing the monster your friend had become.

And so you figured out how these zombies came into existence. When you were bitten, you had twenty-four hours before dying and then inevitably reawaking as one of these creatures, thirsting for human blood. But they were not alive, these creatures were dead. They started rotting away, while walking around, and that explained the missing limbs, the terrible smell, the typical ‘zombie-look’.

For a few weeks nothing had happened, no one had died, no one had fallen victim to the monsters. And just when you felt like maybe you all would get out of this alive, somehow, no matter how long it would take to fight this, Gerard died.

Gerard had been the unofficial leader of the group and without him, you felt more lost than ever. And from there on people died in rapid succession.

Within two weeks Pete, Frank, Mikey and Joe were taken from you, leaving only Andy, Ray, Dallon and you.

You still did not like Dallon. He was an arrogant ass sometimes and he barely bothered to talk to you. It upset you, especially since the group had now shrunk to the size of four, making communication more important than ever. You even thought that it would be easier to kill yourself than to live with Dallon if the other two should die.

That was before you got robbed.

Your experience with other humans in this zombie apocalypse was that everyone searched for help. If they did not want to team up, you helped each other as good as possible and everyone went their separate ways. These people were different. They had pointed guns to your heads, asking you to hand over your weapons and food together with all the medical material. The four of you had shared quick glances, deciding that you had nothing that was valuable enough to risk your lives for. You had handed over everything you had, apart from the knives that each of you carried well hidden in the legs of your trousers. Everything would have been fine if it had stayed at that, as fine as being robbed can be. But then they decided that they had taken a liking in you, how much fun they could have with you. Andy had told them to cut the shit talk. It had been the last thing he said before a bullet in the head sent him to the ground. Ray had quickly jumped to your protection, wanting to make sure they kept their fingers off of you, but he paid with his life. You still felt the drizzle of warm, sticky blood on your skin. Dallon had not thought twice before he had grabbed your hand and pulled you away. Bullets had hit the dirt to your feet and the trees left and right off you, but none had found their way to Dallon’s or your body.

It had been twenty-seven days since then. After you had finished running, you had broken down, tears streaming down your face unstoppably. It felt hopeless. Your once big group of eleven had been broken down to two. Your friends had died trying to protect you. How were you ever going to escape this mess?

Much to your surprise, Dallon had sat down next to you and wrapped his arms around you, holding you so tight, making it feel like he was holding the pieces of your breaking apart soul into place. You appreciated that, and you told him. It seemed fate had conspired against you, leaving you with the man you had still not managed to like in the entire year you had now known him. But since it felt like you were the last two people on earth, you decided to make the best out of it, and so did Dallon as it seemed.

He always woke you up when you had a nightmare, hugged you, wiped your tears away when you were crying. You would have done the same for him, but he never showed his emotions. You wondered if he just did not feel them, but he seemed to understand how much you were suffering, so he had to feel something. Maybe he just hid it all away.

As weeks passed, you started to like Dallon more and more, something you had thought impossible. You still knew nothing about his past, or what his favorite movie had been, but you learned a lot about his character. And the more you learned the more you liked it. Often you wondered if it was an effect of you two being the only ones left or if it would have happened otherwise too, but then again it did not matter. It was unlikely that you would ever learn what it would be like to lead a normal life with him, so you could at least focus on your feelings in the moment. It was not like you could just walk up to him and tell him about it either, so you tried to put your energy into keeping the two of you safe.

~*~

It was Day 406, maybe 408, you were not sure, one of those two, when for the first time Dallon had a nightmare. It was your turn to keep watch, so you were immediately alarmed when you heard the unfamiliar sound of whimpering coming from behind you. You turned around, finding Dallon sweat bathed, pale and mumbling nonsense curled up in his blanket. You jumped up, quickly shaking your companion awake. He shot up, eyes widened in terror and for a moment his gaze flickered around aimlessly before it found you.

“It’s alright,” you told him, “It was just a nightmare.”

Without warning he flung his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. You could feel how he was shaking from the pictures that had chased him in his dream. It must have been really bad.

“I lost you,” he whispered, “I lost you and there was nothing I could do.”

You heart broke a little at his confession, how much pain there was in his voice.

“But I’m here,” you told him, taking his face gently into your hands and forcing him to look at you, “I’m right here, I’m not gonna go anywhere, okay?”

Dallon was studying your face for a moment.

“Promise,” he demanded, his voice still weak.

“I promise,” you answered with a reassuring smile.

And then he crashed his lips into yours. Your heart stopped for a moment when all these little dreams and longings of the last weeks came true. You kissed back, carefully caressing his skin with your fingers, sighing quietly when you felt him smile.

This changed everything. It was not just a one sided crush, it was not your mind going crazy. Dallon liked you back, and this made your bond so much stronger. You were willing to fight for each other, willing to give your own life for the other, and it made both of you dangerous, almost invincible, to any other threat.

But only almost, as the bleeding, red wound of a jaw with several missing teeth, reminded you.

You had not even noticed the bite at first. You had been too busy smashing in another zombie’s head before it attacked Dallon. Just when both of you had stopped, standing in the middle of blood and guts of slaughtered zombies, you felt the red, warm liquid drop down your arm. You whimpered quietly, well aware what this meant. Dallon turned around to you, growing paler than freshly fallen snow. His lip quivered and you knew he was holding back tears, when he told you that everything would be fine, that he would take care of this.

Together you walked back to the hide out you had found a few weeks ago. It was safe here, a tiny cave in the middle of a hill, lots of gravel all around making it impossible for these monsters to get up here with their uncoordinated movements.

To your surprise you were calm about everything, maybe because you had been prepared to die since the day your parents had died.

Dallon sat you down, cleaning the wound and using some of the valuable painkiller cream on the wound. He was quiet, tried to keep calm in order to not make you panic.

You knew that you had to talk. There was no way in hell you would turn into one of these zombies and in the end even hurt him.

“You need to kill me,” you told him. Your voice was hard, you knew what you wanted.

“Okay.”

You were a little surprised at Dallon’s answers. Maybe you had not expected him to take your request as good as he did, but then again, he probably had thought about this situation too. What would he want if he got bitten? Probably not turn into a monster.

“I just don’t want to hurt you,” you tried to explain.

“I know,” Dallon nodded, wrapping his arms around you. “Just promise me that we use all the time we have left. Let’s not talk about what will happen tomorrow.”

“But we have to, Dallon, you will have to kill me-“

“You’ll die by yourself, remember,” his voice was quiet and you knew that if he talked any louder it would start to shake. “All I’ll do is making sure you don’t come back.”

You nodded, feeling a burning sensation in your eyes and nose, so you quickly leant forward, pressing your lips against his. The distraction worked and soon all negative thoughts were replaced with the image of the wonderful man in front of you.

You did not care about eating, or drinking or anything else. The only thing that mattered was Dallon and you. You had never taken the luxury of committing yourselves to each other as you did now. Nothing mattered than the other. Not for today, not for this last time. Every time you grew tired and the thoughts dared to take over, you started kissing again, not leaving any space for worries about the future.

These last hours of your far too short life were cold stone under your back, Dallon’s hot skin against yours, lips sealed in infinite kisses and whispered confessions of love. If you had to leave this world, this was the way you wanted to do it, safely wrapped into the arms of your lover, not having to think about the world, about what happened or about what was to come.

In the end it was you who suggested ending this outside of the cave. Your initial idea was that Dallon could keep living in this tiny cave, without having to picture you dying every single minute he was spending there. But he did not have to know that, so you told him you wanted to see the sun one last time.

The twenty-four hours were almost up when you reached the edge of a lake. The water peacefully splashed against the trees that grew at the strand and the setting sun reflected on the water like a million diamonds. Dallon pulled you in his lap, his lips wandering over your neck, kissing the love bites he had left on your skin during the last day, his breath fanning over your ears, making goosebumps rise on your arms. You reached behind you, tangling your hands in his brown hair, and turned your head for a kiss. His lips had always been a weakness of yours you realized, and softly smiled against them. The last sunbeams painted warm patterns of light against the skin of your face, while Dallon’s hands gently caressed your sides, his lips never parting from yours, no matter how hard breathing seemed.

“I love you, so so much,” you whispered, refusing to draw your mouth away from his and instead whispering it against his soft, kiss-swollen lips.

“I love you too,” Dallon answered without missing a beat, quickly occupying your mouth with his again, knowing your time was running out.

You thought dying from a zombie-virus would be painful, but it wasn’t. Your head got heavy and started spinning a little, the sensation of Dallon’s lips against yours, his hands on your sides never leaving your consciousness, and then it was over.

When Dallon felt the body going slack, he gently set them down on the soft, earthy ground and got up. He had not even a minute before they would turn, so he quickly turned them on the side. Killing a zombie had been difficult in the beginning until someone in the group had figured out that the nerves in the spinal column had to be separated in the neck. Almost anything did the job, a heavy stone in the neck, a bullet…

But this was the person he loved so much, the person who had promised to never leave him. They had lied, he thought bitterly. Carefully he pulled out the knife from his boot. It would be one cut, a simple, short motion with the blinking steel he was holding in his hand.

He knelt down next to the person he had lost his heart to, and gently ran his finger over the vertebras in their neck. When he had found a good spot, he carefully placed the knife and took a deep breath.

“Stop!”

Dallon looked up, tears clouding his vision, as he saw several people step out of the trees around him. They were dressed weirdly, like scientists from a science-fiction movie, wearing white chemical protective suits.

“They’re gonna turn, let me do the right thing,” Dallon tried to tell them, they had to know what was going on, that if he did not do it now, his beloved (y/n) would turn into a nightmarish monster.

“Step back,” one of the weird people demanded but Dallon refused, the knife still sitting between the vertebras in their neck.

Before he could do anything else, he was pulled back, gloved hands wrapped around his arms, another pair of hands took the knife out of his hands.

Dallon was screaming, crying, kicking, trying to explain that he had promised them, that they would turn into something they never wanted to be if they did not let him do this.

Some of the people crowded around (y/n)’s body. The metal of a large syringe blinked in their hands before they drove it into the body.

~*~

White.

Beeping.

A terrible pain in your head made you open your eyes. Bright light flooded your vision, a white ceiling hovering a few meters above you. You turned your head, trying to find out where you were. You were rested on a soft pillow, white too, covered with a blanket. The room was small, next to your bed stood a machine, blinking lights and quiet beeping signaling you that it was working. Cables reached from the center of the machine to your body, disappearing under the light blue hospital gown you were wearing. And then you saw him. Sunken into himself, tightly asleep, longish, brown hair that you saw brushed and clean for the first time, Dallon sat in a chair next to your bed.

“Dallon,” your voice was hoarse and it hurt using it, but you wanted him to notice you.

You did not care what had happened, if this was heaven, hell or anything in between. You just wanted him to look at you with these beautiful, blue eyes.

His head snatched up, dark circles under his eyes, and a big smile spreading over his face when he saw you looking at him.

“You’re awake,” he cheered and with two long steps he was at your side.

He sat down on the bed next to you, his hands immediately cradling your face, his fingers brushing over the soft skin of your cheeks. He leant down and placed the softest, lightest kiss on your lips, as if he was scared to hurt you.

“What happened,” you asked.

“We’ve been saved,” he whispered, “All these days when we wondered where the government and the scientist were, why no one was saving us? They were, they were working on it and they found us just in time.”

You listened to his words, they sounded like the sweetest lies to you, but right now you did not care about truths or lies. All that mattered was that he was here, next to you, both of you alive. You pulled him in for another kiss, this one harder, more demanding, before you whispered the words you would always tell him.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” he answered immediately, making you smile.

Maybe you had been saved. After all that happened, after all the people you had lost, all the grief you had been through, all the nightmares and all the heartbreak, maybe you had been saved.

No, not maybe. You definitely had been saved.

#dallon weekes x reader #dallon weekes x reader fluff #dallon weekes fluff #dallon weekes #zombie #zombie apocalypse #zombie apocalypse au #sad #everyone dies #fluff #romance #violence

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tmnt-rambles · 7 years

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Mikey Meets Your Child

Request/Prompt:: It's okay if not, but would you mind doing a fic (after the current one of course! I love it so far!) of Mikey's gf of a few months inviting him over for the first time and introducing him to her toddler she hadn't mentioned before?

No warnings. Just Mikey cuteness.

Glancing at the clock, you curled your lip between your teeth and began nibbling on it nervously. Today had been a day of major screw ups. You had gotten into an argument with your boss, which was totally his fault of course. You had forgotten your lunch at your flat which meant going out during rush hour traffic in the middle of Manhattan for food, in turn that put you late getting back to the office which ended up in your boss again treating you like shit.

After eight hours of that torture you just didn’t feel like doing anything but getting a nice long bath in your tub and curling up with your favite tot. However tonight you had a date with your boyfriend of three months, Mikey. You two had met through a high school friend, Casey Jones. Honestly, you were terrified when you met the turtles but once you got to know them, you didn’t see giant mutant turtles. You saw them as people, your friends. When Mikey shyly asked you out, well, asked you to join him for a moonlit pizza date, you couldn’t refuse. You had developed a little bit of a crush on the orange clad ninja.

Everything after that was history. You two instantly clicked and took off like wildfire. Normally after a hard day, you’d call Mikey or go visit him. He knew just what to do and say to get you smiling and giggling, but tonight….tonight You just weren’t up for it. You pulled out your phone and began typing away.

As You locked your phone, you tossed it to the table and instantly began to worry. He was coming, he was coming over and you had still not told him your biggest secret.

“Mama!” A small voice pulled you from your thoughts. You instantly smiled and glanced down at your three year old son, Joel. “Mama I colored you a picture!” He beamed holding up the sloppily done picture of a dog….a purple and blue dog to be precise.

You groaned and scooped up your boy, carefully taking the picture to examine it. “My little artist.” You chuckled, leaning in to nuzzle your nose against his cheek, gaining a loud giggle from him as his tiny hands tried to push you away. “Now where should we put this master piece?” You hummed in thought while glancing around your kitchen.

“The fridge, Mama! We always put stuffs there.” He pointed towards the fridge that was indeed covered in your child’s precious art work.

“Of course, how could I forget.” You chuckled walking over to refrigerator, using a small letter magnet to hang the picture next to the many, many others. You smiled and looked over the art. It was a funny turn of events that both the men in your life were both big into art. “Okay, Bud. Listen. Mama’s got a friend coming over tonight and I want you to meet him.”

Joel looked at you with a confused look and tilted his head. “He stay for supper?”

You nodded, sitting your boy carefully on the kitchen counter. “Yes, knowing him he’s gonna bring….” You paused for dramatic effect, almost busting out into laughter as you watched your son’s eyes grow to the size of plates while he waited for you to continue. “PIZZA!” You yelled in excitement.

“I LOVE PIZZA!” Joel screamed.

“I know! Mikey’s bringing pizza but I want you to know something. Mikey is different from other people. He’s funny, sweet and loves to play games of all kinds. You’re gonna love him but he doesn’t look like us.” You tried to explain. You knew this would be a shock for Mikey but you didn’t want your son to run scared of him. One that would be awful for your poor son, but you knew Mikey was very sensitive about people thinking he was a “monster”.

“What he look like?” Picking at his pants, Joel studied your face with great interest.

“Well,” You paused, rubbing the back of your neck, “he looks like a giant turtle.”

Joel gasped loudly that took you by surprise. “He’s green?! Turtles are my favorite, turtles, lions, donkeys, fishes…but I like turtles the mostest.”

With wide eyes, you glanced down at your boy with a shocked expression. This was not the reaction you had expected. A part of you wondered if he just didn’t grasp exactly what you were trying to tell him. You opened your mouth to speak but we’re cut off by a light tapping on your window. Your stomach instantly began doing flips. This was it. “He’s here. I want you to wait in here until I come get you okay?”

“I hide?” Joel asked excitedly as you places him gently on the floor.

“ Yes, you hide until I come back.” You chuckled kissing his cheek before turning and rushing into the living room. This was it. Mikey would either be pissed at you for keeping your child a secret for so long, or he’d freak out saying this was too much and he didn’t want to deal with a kid now since he was only in his early twenties, or he’d be completely thrilled and want to bond with your kid. Those were the scenarios that were running through your mind as you opened up the window to let Mikey inside.

Mikey climbed in through the window and as you expected, he had a large pizza box in his grasp and a backpack slung over his shoulders. “ Hey, babydoll.” He smiled, leaning in to peck your lips lightly. “I brought comfort food and in this bag of goodness, are many movies and candies that brighten anyone’s day.” You smiled and watched as Mikey started to make his way towards the kitchen to lay down the delicious smelling pie.

“Wait!” You screeched, reaching out to grab his bicep before he could move another inch.

Turning his attention to you, Mikey frowned, flopping the pizza box down on the coffee table. “What’s wrong, babe?” His voice was laced with concern having never heard you yell like that before. His large green hands took hold of your waist and pulled you closer to him, a natural reflex of his.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” You spoke with a shaky breath, your fingers moving to trail up his plastron. “I haven’t been one hundred and ten percent honest with you about why I can’t let you stay the night or why I can’t stay the night at your place.”

You watched as Mikey’s face hardened, his mind automatically coming to the worst case scenario, another man! “You cheating on me, Y/N?” He asked, slowly peeling himself away from you. “Can’t say I’m surprised. Just look at me.” His defense went into immediate start up mode.

“What?” You nearly gasped. “No! God no, baby.” You were quick to cut him off by cupping his face in your hands, kissing his snout lightly. “I’d never cheat on you, but there is another man who lives here with me and he’s here now.”

Mikey tensed up slightly. “Then I should go…” He muttered slowly peeling himself away from you.

“No, Mikey, this is different. I really want you to meet him. Just, don’t freakout or he’ll freakout and then I will too.”

“I dunno, Y/N.” You could hear the nervousness in Mikey’s voice as he began to fidget with his hands. You stole another kiss and begged him to trust you. It took a few more moments and kisses of persuasion before the young turtle finally gave in and sat down nervously on the couch.

You ran into the kitchen to find your son hiding under the table. “Joel,” You smiled holding out your hand. Your boy scrambled to his feet and placed his tiny hand in yours. “Remember the turtle thing?” You asked to remind him not to freak out. Joel nodded silently and with his free hand he gripped onto your pants nervously.

Slowly and cautiously, you walked Joel into the living room, glancing up at Mikey who’s jaw went slack when he saw the tiny person walk out with you, clinging to your legs. “Joel, this is Mikey, mama’s friend.” You spoke in a chipper voice as your son peeked out nervously towards the giant turtle sitting on the couch. “Mikey, this is Joel. My son.” Your eyes went between Joel and Mikey, Joel to see if he was frightened and Mikey to see if he showed any signs of anger.

“H-Hey, little dude,” Mikey started after gulping, “I, uh, I brought pizza. Do you like pizza?” Scrambling, Mikey picked back up the box and opened it up for the kid to see the steaming pepperoni and cheese pizza.

You nudged Joel to get a reaction from him, shocking you, he dropped your hand and slowly walked over to Mikey. Once he got within arms reach of the pizza, you laughed as he slowly took a slice, not once letting his eyes fall off Mikey. “Yous a turtle?” He asked softly before taking a nibble of his pizza.

Mikey smiled, clearly relieved that your kid didn’t scream and cry. “Yeah, little dude. I’m a real turtle. Got three bros too.”

Joel smiled and climbed up on the couch next to Mikey. “They turtles? I like turtles. I like pizza too!”

“You’re my kinda man, kiddo!” Mikey laughed as you walked over to sit down next to Joel, kissing the top of his head. “I love being a turtle and pizza is the best thing in the world! Ya know, if you like turtles so much I could give you one of your own. He’s big and his name is Raph–”

“Mikey!” You playfully scolded, reaching over to pop him on the arm.

Joel giggled as Mikey laughed and rubbed his arm. “Sorry, babe. Can’t blame me for trying.”

After that, your crappy day had morphed into the best night of your life. Mikey and Joel became the best of friends and watched cartoons together while coloring, all laid out on your living room floor. Mikey had stolen a kiss while Joel ran to his room to fetch more coloring books. “You must like me a lot to introduce me to your kid.” He beamed as he nuzzled your neck.

“I do, Mikey. I trust you enough to let you near the most precious thing in my life.” You blushed, hugging him close to your body.

“I love ya, Baby doll. I promise I’m gonna protect both you.”

Once Joel returned you watched the two bond for what felt like hours before hopping up. “Who wants some ice cream?” You asked, picking up the now empty pizza box. You giggled as both Mikey and Joel raised their hands and hollered excitedly.

While in the kitchen, while you were busy putting together three ice cream Sundays, you listened in on Mikey and Joel talking and laughing. You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face until you heard it…..the thing no mother ever wants to hear being told to their toddler.

“Now these, little dude, are called Nunchucks..”

Your eyes went wide and you bolted right back into to the living room, “MIKEY!”

#tmnt #tmnt-rambles ask #tmnt-rambles request #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey x reader #tmnt mikey #tmnt x reader #tmnt x oc

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Home For the Holidays | The Cappitelli-Harts | Flashback

Where: Manhattan, New York

When: December 21st, 24th, 2017

Notes: Valentina returns home to an obnoxious surprise.

Warnings: Length, mostly.

It had been about a day since Valentina arrived home, but to the penthouse she was given by her nonno for her 21st birthday. She decorated it in deep reds, blacks, and greys, all inspired by her favorite villain: the queen of hearts. As the finishing touches were added, she was surprised to receive a phone call from her new step-mom-to-be, while sure, the woman tried hard to get Val to like her, it was amusing to see the poor woman make an effort--she really did try. After a few moments, Valentina excused herself to her office, kicking her feet up on the desk and answered in a sickly sweet tone.

“Tori, hi, you didn’t burn down the house with your cooking yet, did you?” She remarked in a teasing tone.

“No, actually. Your father and I heard you were back in town and we were wondering if...” Tori began before being cut off by the younger woman.

“We? You mean, you, right? Cause you do know dear ol’ dad wouldn’t give a shit about me coming unless it had something to do with my nonno. Let me guess, Christmas dinner?”

“Precisely. We--I would love to have you there, Valentina,” Tori responded with a sigh.

“I’ll check my schedule. We’ll keep in touch. Toodles,” She remarked as she hung up and kicked her feet back down. There was something up with Tori. She seemed less willing to sass her back and way too--placid. Either way, it wasn’t like it was her problem anyhow. Although...there was something that did bother her in the back of her mind, causing her to whip out her phone and she hesitated for a moment as she began to type out a text to Andie. She wasn’t sure what to tell her aside the fact that she was really sorry.

A few days passed and Valentina relished in her return home. Photo-ops, parties, interviews, rebound sex, despite missing her home in Santa Monica, she was in a fairly good mood. When the alarm rang the next day and she booted out an attractive stranger from the night before and FaceTimed her recovering Nonno. It was something that broke her heart, to see him struggling and fighting for his life. He had praised her on her accomplishment, telling her things such as,

“You didn’t have to come all the way from Santa Monica to come hangin’ with all these smelly old men. You could’ve handled the business from over there.”

“But nonno, you know shit wouldn’t get done properly. I had to come and show these guys I men business, that heads will roll if they slander all your hard work,” She said with a watery smile.

“Hey, don’t you go cryin’ now, my lionheart girl. I’ll be outta here in no time and I promise, I’ll get to take you to your bisnonna’s for your birthday, throw you a big party. Your dad, he’s a joke. Your mother, a cruel woman and I knew you had it in you. Don’t you go crying over old me. Even if I go, I’m leaving behind a legacy that no one’s ever expecting, you hear me?”

Valentina nodded with a grin, “Yes sir. Stammi bene.”

“You too, mia cara bambina,” He blew a kiss to the young woman and she too, blew one back to her grandfather and hung up. Wiping her tears away and sighed. Her nonno was truly one of the ones that had her cold heart.

It was now evening and Valentina and Azul stood in front of the door she walked out of at the age of 14 and vowed to never return. Now it was decorated and smelled homely--so much so it nearly made her sick. Azul barked loudly to get her attention and she chuckled, leaning down to ruffle the dog’s fur. As the door opened, Valentina put on her signature smile but sighed in relief and had a much more genuine smile to see that it was her old nanny/maid, Lucinda.

“Oh my goodness, Valentina, look at you! A true stunner!” She squealed in delight as she pulled the younger woman into a hug.

“Hey Linda,” Val laughed, hugging the woman back.

Of course, the tender moment was interrupted with her rowdy male cousins wolf-whistling and hollering at her appearance. She rolled her eyes at them, shoving some of them away playfully before she was pulled into a big group hug. The idiot boys she had grown up with were now all men and her fellow knights, as she would jokingly call them in regards to their family business. Even that moment was killed with little Miss Tori Burke, her green worried eyes scanning the kitchen, attempting to pull Valentina out of the crowd.

That was until Val instinctively pulled her arm away, Azul growled, and her cousins held their hands out in front of her as if to block her. She laughed, stepping through the blockade.

“Sorry, sorry,” Tori breathed out, holding her hands up with a sheepish grin. “It’s just so nice to see you and oh my gosh, your hair looks amazing! Although, I wasn’t--expecting you to cut it so short, so soon. I thought you were waiting--”

“It was getting long,” She simply said.

“Apparently the bridesmaids are going to be wearing flower braids,” Vinny snickered with a laugh. Tori’s face heated up into a fiery red color as Lucinda excused herself to get Max, while the rest of them tried to hold back a laugh.

“I’m allergic,” Valentina responded with a smile. “You wouldn’t so happen to have hypoallergenic flowers, right?” The rest of the boys laughed until a “Valentina! My beautiful girl” bellowed from the corridor. “Daddy, hi,” The brunette forced a grin as she went to go hug him.

Christmas Eve dinner time with the Cappitelli-Hart family was the same as always, a lot of laughter, a lot of shade, and the occasional political talk. Sure, it was a little lonely without Anthony Cappitelli Sr., Valentina’s nonno, not being there, but he was there via Skype with her Uncle Tony, who decided to stay behind to make sure the man wasn’t alone. As the talking died down while they were all having dessert, Tori looked over to Max with a glance, and he, exchanged a reassuring stare that Valentina quickly caught onto and that, caused her to nudge AJ, Mikey, and Vinny to pay attention.

“We have an announcement to make, everyone,” She beamed with excitement as Max stood next to her, taking her hand, pressing a tender kiss to it. It just made Valentina want to puke.

“So, there’s a reason why our lovely Tori is wearing about a size and ah half larger than she normal and no, Valentina, she’s not gaining weight,” He began, shooting a look to his snarky daughter. Some of the aunts choked on their wine while uncles, his brothers, shook their heads.

“Oh come on, just spit it out already,” Valentina rolled her eyes.

“We’re going to have a baby!” Tori squealed excitedly as the room went completely silent. All eyes were on Valentina now as she took a slow sip of her blood red wine. As she finished she smiled, a devilish grin spreading across her lips.

“Congratulations, I’ll be having a sibling. Oh and whatever you do, don’t let Maximilian fuck this one up. God knows you’ll need two deranged children for the family line,” She simply said with the most genuine, evil smile on her face as the rest of the family looked at the couple in astonishment.

“Woooow Uncle Max, you really fucked up this time, huh?” Vinny laughed until he yelped out in pain at his mother stomping on his toe.

#sp #this took me forever to write but y'all

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