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This might be a bit specific but I’d like to request a fic where reader and Bakugou have twin boys who are already teenagers in like high school age (they can have more if you want, but these two are the oldest ones) where one of them does nicely academically, behaves properly, never disobeys his parents and the other —who’s the younger twin— is the complete opposite, basically a teenage Bakugou who likes to revolt and worry his mom and dad.

Anyway, it would go something like this; it’s like in the middle of a school night, maybe 2 to 3pm and reader feels like something is wrong and goes to check on her children finding out that the younger twin sneaked out. She wakes Bakugou up and they wait for him while he tries to calm her worries down. When he gets home they bicker until it turns into a full argument, both guys are screaming at each other and the son lets something out about how he thinks reader is not a good mother, that he hates her and that she favors his brother more (something like that) she has to hold her husband down for him not to jump on their kid and he runs to his room, she calms the man down and goes to talk to her boy and they talk, even with him being reluctant at first he apologizes and things turn out fine, but he was kind of an asshole still so she can’t help but cry when it’s just her and Bakugou.

I’m so sorry if this is too much I just needed to get it out of my mind, it will be totally fine if you prefer to ignore this love your writing💕

Thank you so much♡

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"We’re Still Learning"

Bakugou x Reader | Family Drama | Angst & Comfort | Long One-Shot

It was 2:46 AM when you woke up, heart pounding for no clear reason.

You sat up in bed, eyes scanning the dark room. Katsuki slept beside you, one arm stretched across your side protectively, his face soft in sleep — a rare sight. But something gnawed at your chest. An itch in your ribs. A mother’s instinct.

You slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him, and padded down the hallway. First stop: the twins’ room.

The older one, Haru, was sound asleep, arm flung over his head, mouth slightly open. But the other bed — Kaito’s — was empty.

Blankets pulled back. Window slightly cracked.

Your stomach dropped.

You rushed back into the room and shook Katsuki awake. “Katsuki—wake up.”

He jolted up immediately, eyes sharp even in half-sleep. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Kaito’s gone.”

It only took two words.

He was out of bed in seconds, tugging on a hoodie, checking the hallway, the back door, the garage. You called his phone. No answer.

“God, what if something happened to him—what if he’s out with those older kids again—”

“Oi, stop,” Bakugou growled gently, grabbing your shoulders. “Breathe, baby. We’ll wait. He’ll come back. You know he always does.”

But your mind spiraled. Kaito had been distant lately. Angry. Cold. He snapped more. He was only fifteen, but it felt like he carried the weight of the world on his back and refused to let anyone help.

You sat on the couch, fingers twisted in your shirt. Katsuki sat beside you, holding your hand, his grip steady but firm.

“I should’ve seen this coming,” you whispered.

“Tch. Don’t start blamin’ yourself for his shit. We’re doin’ our best.”

You didn’t answer. You just stared at the clock.

3:38 AM.

The front door creaked open.

Kaito stepped inside, hoodie up, earbuds in, expression hard.

You shot to your feet. “Kaito—!”

“Don’t start,” he muttered, brushing past you.

Bakugou’s voice cracked through the room like thunder. “Where the hell have you been?”

“Out.”

“Don’t get smart with me, brat. Do you know what time it is?! Your mom's been losin’ it over here!”

“Yeah, well, what else is new?” Kaito said, loud. “It’s not like she actually listens when I’m here anyway.”

You blinked. “What are you talking about?”

“You only care about Haru. You always have,” he snapped, voice rising. “He gets better grades, he talks more, he’s easier, right? So why would you ever wanna deal with me?”

“What?! Kaito—”

“I hate coming home to this! I hate how you look at me like I’m always the problem!”

Bakugou surged forward, voice like a war drum. “You don’t talk to her like that—”

“Or what?!” Kaito shouted back, stepping toward him. “You’ll hit me?! Do it! Just get it over with!”

“Katsuki—!” You grabbed your husband around the waist, stopping him before he lunged. His muscles were coiled, trembling with restraint, jaw clenched so tight you could hear it creak.

“Let me go,” he growled.

“No,” you whispered. “Don’t be that kind of father.”

Kaito’s eyes widened—not in fear, but in challenge. But when he realized you weren’t letting go, that Katsuki wasn’t going to blow, he scoffed and turned on his heel.

“Whatever,” he muttered. “I should’ve stayed gone.”

He slammed the door behind him.

---

Ten minutes passed before Katsuki finally moved. He sat down hard on the couch, hands on his knees, breathing heavy. You knelt in front of him, touching his face.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“No. I’m sorry,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I almost lost it. He said that shit about you and I just—”

You kissed his knuckles. “I know. You were protecting me. But he’s hurting. I need to go talk to him.”

“I don’t know how you’re so calm.”

“I’m not,” you said, standing. “But I’m his mom. If I fall apart, he’ll never learn how to put himself back together.”

---

You knocked softly before entering Kaito’s room. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, hunched over, staring at the floor.

“Can I come in?”

Shrug.

You walked in anyway.

Silence.

“I don’t love Haru more,” you said quietly. “I love you both. Differently. Equally. But I’m sorry if I ever made you feel otherwise.”

He scoffed. “It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not,” you said, kneeling in front of him. “You said you hate me.”

He flinched. “I didn’t mean it.”

“Then what did you mean?”

He stayed quiet for a long time.

“I don’t know,” he muttered eventually. “I just… I always feel like I’m messing up. And you’re always disappointed. Even when you’re not saying anything, it’s just… there. In your face.”

You swallowed around the lump in your throat. “Kaito, I’m not disappointed in you. I’m scared. Because I see you pulling away and I don’t know how to reach you.”

His eyes welled up. “You don’t get it.”

“Then help me understand.”

He wiped his face angrily with his sleeve. “I don’t know how to not be angry all the time.”

Your heart shattered. “You’re allowed to feel angry. But you’re not allowed to use that anger to hurt the people who love you.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I just… I feel so lost.”

You wrapped your arms around him, and for a moment, he let himself be held.

“I’ve got you,” you said. “We’ve got you. Even when you’re lost.”

---

Later, when the house was quiet again, you crawled back into bed beside Katsuki. He was awake, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

“How is he?” he asked.

You let out a breath. “Better. Still angry. Still hurt. But… he apologized.”

He turned toward you, pulling you into his chest. “You’re too good at this,” he mumbled.

You didn’t answer.

Because the moment his arms wrapped around you, the tears you’d been holding back finally spilled. You buried your face in his shirt and cried quietly—out of relief, exhaustion, and heartbreak.

Katsuki stroked your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“We’re not perfect,” you whispered, voice shaking. “I don’t know what I’m doing half the time.”

He held you tighter. “None of us do. But we’re not quittin’. Ever.”

And in that moment, with the weight of the night settling over you both, you realized something: being a parent didn’t mean having all the answers. It just meant loving your kids enough to keep showing up.

Even when it’s 3 AM.

Even when it hurts.

Even when they say they hate you.

You’d still be there.

Always.

[millimeraki]

I’ve read literally every fic you’ve got, I love your writing so much! Especially the Expedition 33 one with the Writer!Reader and Verso

Anyways, if you’d like or want to, perhaps a wedding day fic with Verso? Reader or oc, I don’t really mind either! (And if you’re feeling spicy perhaps a wedding night instead, but only if you want!)

Hiii, I feel so blessed and honored, thank you for reading my stuff and enjoying it 😭💕 I’m glad you loved the OG fic, cause your req really fits into the whole narrative so I wove it into the lore – I hope that’s alright with you! Also, I did *pirouettes* ✨both✨ *leg* 💃 So here we go:

A Writer & A Painter | Verso Dessendre – Wedding Day (& Night) 

(Apparently, I lied when I said Part 3 would be the last part)

[Real Verso / Fem!Reader]

Part 1 of the fic preceding this | Masterlist

Word Count: ~ 7k Rating: E (contains smut)

“It's time.”

You had heard her high-heeled steps echoing on the stone floor before she even reached the door and came in without knocking. The look in the mirror you didn't cut short nonetheless. This would be the first and only time you'd see yourself in a wedding dress. You wanted to take it all in: the silk fabric adorned with the finest shimmering lace, the weight of the expensive pearls resting against your skin, and the view through your long veil.

The delicate fabric might have hidden your face, but it could never prevent you from recognizing your loved ones. Reflected in the mirror, Clea stood in the open doorway in her bridesmaid’s dress. This morning, you'd already had to bite your tongue to not blurt out how beautiful she looked. She had completely transformed her usually casual look, just for you – braiding her long, typically loose hair, swapping her headband for a flower crown, and donning the lavender chiffon dress. Granted, she had fiercely resisted wearing anything pink, even threatening not to attend the wedding at all if forced into it.

“My fellow three bridesmaids are driving me nuts,” she announced, sticking to her signature attitude. “They never stop moving. Who are they again?”

You turned to her in a graceful – at least you suspected everything about you was graceful today – motion. “My cousins from the countryside.”

Clea let out a clearly exasperated noise. “They act like it, no offense.”

You chuckled. “I know, they can be a handful. You get used to them… or you move to the city estate to get away from them.” Your chuckle turned into a grin that Clea returned. After today, your cousins would fade even more into the background, because you'd have two sisters now.

“Well, after today, just so you know,” she said, her tone dry as ever, “if you ever want them to visit, you'd better stay in that city residence of yours. Because I will object if they plan to come to our place.”

Her gaze softened as her eyes traced your silhouette. “I still can’t quite believe you all talked me into this, but you look amazing. Marriage suits you and Verso much more than it ever would me.” She stepped closer and gently adjusted your veil.

“How does he look?” you asked, your mind already drifting to the image of your handsome husband waiting for you at the altar. You knew you'd have to restrain yourself from running toward him the moment you saw him.

“As calm as you are – and I really mean that. If I’ve ever seen a couple ready for this, it’s you two,” Clea said sincerely. “Then again, I obviously never saw my own parents get married, so maybe that’s not saying much. Still… you two remind us of them.”

“Well, that’s probably the highest compliment you’ve ever given me,” you teased, surprised by Clea’s unusual softness.

Her mouth straightened into a more familiar expression. “Don’t get used to it,” she muttered, though she still fussed with your veil a little longer.

“Now come. Everyone’s already waiting for you. Time to get married in front of the church, our families, and the entire community. No pressure, though.” She stepped aside to let you pass, gesturing toward the door. How she’d managed to shake off your cousins was a mystery you weren’t sure you wanted solved.

Said cousins stood waiting with your father – who was doing his best to keep their excitement in check – in front of the large double doors that led into the nave. All of them were wearing their lavender bridesmaid dresses, giggling and greeting you with the widest, sweetest smiles. When their eyes landed on Clea, those expressions faltered just slightly but remained polite.

Your father, by contrast, placed a kind hand on Clea’s shoulder. “Thank you for bringing her,” he said. The two of them got along surprisingly well.

You loved your extended family, and your chosen one, too. Those who had never lived in the city simply didn’t fully grasp the more refined customs. And then, of course, there was the entire situation – you, the ambitious cousin, marrying the Painter from a distinguished family.

But someone was missing. “Where’s Alicia?” you asked, glancing around for your flower girl. Just then, the organ music started behind the doors, causing you, for the first time on this day that had begun with a civil ceremony and was now culminating in the church, to feel slightly panicky. You couldn’t begin without Alicia, could you?

“Don’t worry about her,” Clea commanded, while directing your cousins to straighten your train and veil, before placing the bouquet into your hands. She personally stepped forward, her hand on the door handles. 

“Wait, Clea,” you tried to stop her, but in true Clea fashion, she didn’t give you the chance. Instead, she pushed the doors open and took her place to your left, behind you, next to the other bridesmaids.

Everything suddenly grew serious as you took your father’s offered arm, your eyes wide behind your veil, and began walking. Beyond the open doors, the church revealed itself in all its beauty, row after row of pews filled not just with family, but people of standing, of influence – highly relevant figures from both factions. Up front, in the first rows, alongside your families, would stand the members of the councils. They had more or less invited themselves; there had been no alternative. This union was a precedent, and the groom’s mother was the head of one of the councils.

You would’ve almost walked through Notre Dame itself now. The head of the Writer's Council had suggested it, but was ultimately overruled, much to your relief. Getting married in Notre Dame would’ve felt excessive to both Verso and yourself, though probably even more so to you. Verso, after all, was more used to opulence than you were with your more modest privileges.

Everything around you felt hyper-present, somehow amplified. The light seemed brighter, the colors more vibrant, the organ louder, and your steps heavier as you pulled your long train behind you, careful to walk with elegance – not too fast, not too slow – and not to tug your veil away from your face.

The brightest spot was ahead, your destination. There, in the center, stood the priest. And beside him, Verso. It was just like in a storybook, the way the air seemed to shimmer around him, as if he were a revelation, the answer to every question you could ever have in life. A smile bloomed on your lips, blissful, as if all your dreams had come true.

That same smile appeared on his face too, gentle and perfect, the one that had enchanted you the very first time he’d played the piano for you. He stood there, waiting for you, a scene you’d only ever dared to imagine in your wildest dreams.

He looked positively proper – his suit perfectly tailored, his beard precisely trimmed, his hair neatly styled. Honestly, he’d look handsome in anything, but you preferred him in something more casual. Just the two of you, living day to day, maybe cooking together, going for a walk, working on your art, or sliding across the polished floors of the manor’s foyer in your socks, laughing. A crazy idea, one that had once led to Renoir walking in on you, giving you a scrutinizing look, then shrugging and saying to Verso, “Just don’t let your mother see.” After that, you’d both snuck off, snickering, to a different corner of the estate.

That version of Verso wasn’t visible now, but you knew he was still there. You could see it in the way his smile widened as you approached, slightly crooked, just the way you loved. To keep yourself grounded, you had to dig your fingers a little deeper into your father’s arm, just as you’d expected, so you wouldn’t run headfirst into your future.

Your father stopped in front of Verso and the priest. He lovingly brushed your hand, gave you a kind smile, then turned to shake Verso’s hand. Watching the scene through your veil, you thought to yourself that you would forever describe this scene as the moment when Verso had wanted to express his eternal gratitude to your father, because that’s exactly how it looked like. You had to suppress a giggle as you stepped the last few paces forward to stand across from him.

Your hands found each other’s. His thumbs gently stroked the back of your fingers in reassurance.

“Hi,” he mouthed, and the tears nearly welled up already.

“Hey,” you mouthed back with a smile.

The priest motioned for the guests to sit. “Dear children, you come before God and his church today to unite in holy matrimony…” he began his saintly speech, which you both listened to with reverent devotion.

When it came time for the exchange of rings, confusion started to settle in. You couldn’t spot them anywhere. You had agreed on one of your young cousins to be the ring bearer, but he wasn’t getting up from his seat. Standing there in front of all these people, you grew increasingly anxious, your eyes wide as you gave him a pointed look, but he just shrugged.

You were just about to say something when Verso leaned toward you and spoke in an amused voice, “You were probably wondering where Alicia disappeared to.”

“Uh, yes?” you answered, nervously glancing toward the front row, where the council members were seated in quiet anticipation. Couldn’t Verso have at least let you in on whatever wild plan he’d cooked up?

“Well, she had a last-minute idea.” He nodded toward the aisle, and your gaze followed his. There, Alicia stepped out from behind a pillar at one of the chapel’s side aisles – and the moment you saw what she was carrying, the tears finally shot to your eyes.

“Oh mon dieu, no. You didn’t… that…” you stammered, a little embarrassed by the wave of emotion the sight unleashed, trying to laugh it off, though your voice trembled.

Alicia made her way down the aisle, head held high and smiling wide, carrying a large, richly embroidered red pillow. And perched on top of it – Soleil. The cat seemed to know exactly how important the moment was, sitting prim and composed on her little boat, head held as high as Alicia’s, a ribbon tied around her neck with the rings hanging from it.

“Bonjouuur,” Alicia trilled as she reached you. “Sorry, we just wanted to surprise you with something.” She held out the pillow proudly, Soleil perched atop it like the most regal of ring bearers.

You let out a teary laugh, sniffled, and didn’t hesitate to let go of Verso’s hands so you could scoop the little fluffball into your arms. Soleil blinked at you with her beautiful blue eyes and gave a soft meow, like a quiet hello.

“My jolie Soleil,” you cooed at her, not caring what anyone else thought. “Tell me the truth, did you plan all this just so you could marry Verso yourself at the last second?”

Across from you, Verso chuckled. Soleil meowed again, this time in his direction, and he leaned in, grinning. She stretched her tiny head toward him and nudged her nose against his, then gave him a quick little lick on the tip of his nose.

“Little charmer,” he said, repeating the nickname he’d unknowingly given her the day you met. He’d just kept calling her that ever since. Verso scratched her behind the ears, and she purred approvingly.

“My word, this is highly unorthodox,” came the rather scandalized voice of the priest. “Wouldn’t a human ring bearer have sufficed?”

You both turned toward him, his expression a mix of confusion, disapproval, and perhaps a hint of shame at the unconventional display.

You almost wanted to say everything about this wedding was unorthodox, but you bit your tongue. It was Verso who stepped in, his voice laced with that disarming charm of his, trying to smooth over both the priest and the council members who were now quietly rolling their eyes in the front row, though a few wore amused, forgiving smiles.

“I apologize, Father. This cat brought my beautiful bride and me together. The Dessendre family merely found it appropriate to include her in the ceremony.” Verso gently took Soleil from your arms and presented her to the priest. “Please, feel free to take the rings.”

The priest pressed his lips into a thin line, clearly unsure whether the cat might bite him. He hesitated.

“She is harmless,” you assured him gently.

Your words seemed to reach him. He carefully lifted his hands from under his long robe and began fiddling with the ribbon around Soleil’s neck, eventually managing to untie the knot and retrieve the rings without incident. Verso promptly placed her back on her pillow with care.

“Thank you, Alicia, my sweet sister,” you said with heartfelt devotion, your chest full of love and joy. “You are a treasure. This meant everything to me.”

Alicia's smile widened, if that was even possible, before she turned to head to her seat in the front row next to Renoir, who shook his head at her in fond amusement, ruffling her hair as she sat. Then he offered his hand to Soleil, and once she allowed it, gave her a short scratch behind the ear.

“Well, now that the ring… cat… has delivered the rings, we may proceed.” The priest cleared his throat. Holding the rings, he turned toward the altar and sprinkled them with holy water. “Bless, O Lord, these rings, which we bless in your name…” Then he turned back to you, passing the rings to you both. “If you wish to enter into the holy sacrament of marriage before God and His Church, answer ‘Yes.’”

Your body was practically humming with anticipation. Finally, the moment had come. Slightly flustered from the spectacle, the ritual, and Soleil’s spontaneous appearance, you turned Verso’s ring gently in your fingers, your gaze traveling from the shiny gold band to his hand, then up into his eyes, sparkling with joy and completely free of doubt.

The unwavering presence of his love, more beautiful than any poem you could ever write, washed away every last hesitation, like a gentle, clarifying summer rain. “Yes,” you said firmly, trying to pour all your happiness into that one, simple word.

His loving smile widened into a delighted, irrepressible grin as he slid the ring onto your finger.

“Yes,” he repeated, his voice steady and sure. Now it was your turn to put the ring on his finger.

“Au nom du Père, et du Fils, et du Saint-Esprit,” intoned the priest, making the sign of the cross. “You may kiss the bride.”

Gently, if not reverently, Verso lifted your veil and flipped it back over your head. He exhaled audibly as your eyes met without the thin barrier between you, and you answered his expression of almost disbelieving joy with a smile as devoted as your heart could muster.

His hands found the skin at your neck through the lines of pearls, holding you delicately as he pulled you ever so slightly closer. His bright, joyful expression didn’t waver, not even as his lips met yours. You could still feel the smile in his kiss. The moment was pure euphoria, yet devoid of nervousness – just a deep, peaceful sense of having arrived.

Too soon the kiss, this promise, was over. Too fleeting was the brush of your hands against his arms, before the sound of applause surged around you and you had to part. The guests rose to their feet, some beaming, others more reserved – a Writer and a Painter had married, with as much blessing as could possibly be given.

You smiled across the front rows, from the council members to your own family, then to your newly gained one, to all the faces you loved. It couldn’t have been more perfect.

Verso’s fingers wove between yours. You leaned gently against his shoulder, every touch grounding you in that ineffable feeling of home.

“Shall we, Madame Dessendre?” he asked playfully, giving your hand a soft squeeze.

If it had been up to you, you’d have disappeared with Verso right after the ceremony, slipped away to your city residence and simply been husband and wife. You’d have gladly walked right through the chapel, straight outside, and just… kept walking.

Instead, and of course you had known this ahead of time, the day stretched on and on, as it had to become one for the history books.

And so the entire wedding party made its way to Dessendre Manor, where the family itself hosted the celebration. There was an army of hired staff, a lavish banquet in the afternoon followed by long discussions about what your marriage might mean for relations between Writers and Painters, and toward the evening, a bit of immersive theater performed around the long table.

Finally, as the evening reached its crescendo, Verso sat down at the grand piano. He took a moment to survey the room and lifted his voice once more, despite having given so many speeches already.

“The Dessendre family would like to thank everyone for their presence tonight. It has been an honor and a privilege to welcome you to our halls on this most special day. Our eternal gratitude goes out to those who made this union possible.” He nodded to the council members, who raised their glasses toward him. “This piece was written by my wife – a truth, a fate, though not inevitable. May this day always remind us that a life to love is what we really need.”

And then he played that silly little piece you once wrote him to end your connection, only to deepen it, because Verso had already loved you back then. It wasn’t quite the same now; it sounded more melodic, more hopeful, a few notes changed, tailored to the joyful situation you two now found yourselves in.

Once again that day, the tears came – so many times you had cried today, more than almost any other day. But they were tears of happiness, so it was alright. Every moment of this day had woven itself into the fabric of a dream worth living.

Those still present at this late hour applauded Verso’s emotional tribute to you. He rose, bowed, and walked over to press a soft kiss to the back of your hand, followed by a glance clearly meant only for you, questioning, as if to check whether it had been alright to play that particular piece. You answered his silent question with a smile and a wink. That little secret was now out in the open too, and you didn’t mind at all.

After Verso’s piano piece, the gathering slowly but surely began to disperse, finally, after what had felt like the longest day. You both said your goodbyes at the door to the last few guests, including your parents, who would be staying in a hotel in the city. They hadn’t wanted to overstay the Dessendre family’s hospitality, though Renoir, as always, had firmly and repeatedly insisted it wouldn’t have been a burden.

At long last, you and Verso could head to your family’s city residence, which they had graciously lent you for a while, so you could settle in as newlyweds. And truly, you were so grateful for the promise of privacy.

“Thank you, for everything, for all of this,” you said to the family gathered around you. The first person you embraced was Aline. The woman who had so fiercely fought for you both, who had debated and even argued with council members just to make this marriage happen. All to make her son and his once-unwelcome bride happy. To help begin to end the feud between Writers and Painters. Because of you? It was hard to believe she held you in such esteem. And yet she put her arms around you, squeezing tighter than you were used to from her.

“We’re happy to have you as part of our family now,” she said softly, then gently pulled away, offering you a smile full of warmth.

You returned the gesture and moved on to embrace the rest of the Dessendre family. Renoir, who had surely been reassuring Aline behind the scenes all this time, the way Verso had reassured you. Clea, brave and fierce Clea, who had worn a bridesmaid dress for you. And Alicia, so thoughtful, who had clearly come to know you well enough to give you the most special wedding surprise.

“Thank you, for bringing Soleil. You’re taking good care of her?”

Alicia nodded with a smile. Soleil would stay at Dessendre Manor while you and Verso were in the city. She would be just fine here, and, you told yourself, it wouldn’t be long until you returned.

Verso also said his goodbyes to his family, receiving a paternal pat on the shoulder from Renoir and a few whispered words meant only for him – God knew what kind of advice he was giving for the wedding night, and honestly, you weren’t sure you wanted to know.

“Send someone… or write, if you need anything,” you said as a final farewell, before you and Verso finally stepped toward the waiting carriage.

Finally, after the most beautiful and longest day of your life, you and Verso stepped through the door of the house in the middle of the city. You stretched your arms as you entered the cozy hallway, a yawn slipping out. As soon as Verso closed the door behind you, he turned to you, looking just as content, and just as tired, as you felt.

“How is my wife?” he asked, running his fingers soothingly up the long lace sleeves of your gown, over the intricately embroidered Bertha collar framing your heart-shaped neckline. He toyed with the pearls resting there, eliciting a soft hum from you, his eyes dreamily locked on your face.

“Very happy, my husband,” you answered, the words like sweet honey on your tongue. Verso’s reaction was blissful. He smiled with such joy, then brushed a gentle kiss across your lips. Your eyes fluttered, heavy with the comfort of his touch. “And very tired,” you added.

Verso nodded, his fingers soft and warm against your slightly tingling skin. “It’s been a long day. Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

You squealed when he grabbed you with a sudden motion and lifted you into the air. You laughed gleefully as he started up the stairs to the bedroom, carrying you in his arms.

“You were supposed to do that at the threshold, weren’t you?”

“Totally forgot,” he admitted at once. “Hope this makes up for it.”

“Careful, don’t step on the train,” you cautioned gently, but he managed each step with perfect precision, even while looking at you with that loving sparkle in his eyes, the one that never failed to fluster you just a little.

He carried you through the narrow hallway upstairs, nudged the door open with his body, and delivered your still-laughing self into the room. While still in motion, you pressed your face into the crook of his neck, placed a soft kiss on the exposed spot just above his high collar, and nuzzled his bearded cheek, drawing a pleased sound from him.

He stopped with you in front of the bed. You knew he was about to drop you both onto the mattress, and still, you laughed out of sheer delight when he did. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before rolling off him to lie on your stomach atop the soft bed, switching on the lamp beside it.

“Mhm,” you hummed contentedly. “I’m lying here now. I don’t think I’ll ever get back up again.” You snuggled into the sheets, eyes closed. “But the dress,” you complained playfully to get his attention.

As expected, it worked. You heard a soft chuckle beside you, then felt his hands at the back of your neck. “Look at that,” he murmured. “Every time I saw your back today, I dreaded this moment. So many buttons…” His nimble fingers began undoing the row that ran all the way down to your lower back.

“Why are wedding dresses made this difficult to put on and take off?” he asked, aghast, as the task dragged on.

“Nobody ever said marriage would be effortless,” you teased in return.

“Well then,” he said, shifting his weight with a rustle of the sheets, “consider this the first of a lifetime of efforts I’ll make for you. Whatever makes you happy.” Soft lips brushed your neck, and a small shiver danced down your spine.

Once the row of buttons was finally undone, a disbelieving grunt escaped him as he realized how many layers your rich wedding gown actually had. You sat up, wiggling the top half down and working your way out of the multiple layers of petticoats.

“This thing must’ve been incredibly heavy,” he sympathized.

“It’s alright,” you answered with a smile, standing up from the bed, eager to finally shed all the pomp and tulle. The gown collapsed into a pile of fabric on the floor, leaving only the light fabric of your chemise clinging to your body. As beautiful as the dress had been, you exhaled in relief.

Verso remained seated on the bed, watching with fascination as you undressed piece by piece. He let out a sigh of his own, finally loosening his constricting tie, both of you clearly exhausted by now, tempted to just collapse into the covers and call it a night.

Instead, he stood and came toward you. You used the opportunity to grab him by the lapel and pull him close, helping him out of his own clothes. Unfairly easy – just a jacket, a shirt, his suspenders, and a few buttons on his trousers, and he was free.

“Let’s get you out of this thing as well,” he murmured, his voice lower now, as he began playfully undoing the ties at the neckline of your chemise.

“Oh, Verso,” you sighed softly, even though his fingertips felt so wonderfully good on your skin. “I’m really tired…” It was all you could say, hoping he would understand if things didn’t go further just yet.

“Yeah, me too…” he admitted, but didn’t stop untying the garment. “How about we ditch all the clothes, take a shower together, and then just sleep?” He toyed with the edge of the fabric at your shoulder, slowly drawing it down, waiting for your consent. “We’ve got time.”

Warmth washed over you, and you allowed the last bit of fabric to leave your body. He immediately pulled you against him, skin to skin – after such a long day, it was the most comforting thing in the world. Your lips found each other in a deep, yearning kiss, just as you’d wanted to all day. Finally, you could mess up his far-too-neat hair with your fingers.

His large hands moved over the sore spots on your body, those places that had been compressed for hours and hours by your tight corset, eliciting another contented sound from you against his lips. In turn, you gently massaged the base of his neck, where his high collar had left faint little marks.

“Let’s go take this hot shower,” Verso whispered against your mouth and led you toward the bathroom, prompting you to reach up and begin undoing your elaborate bridal hairstyle.

Under the shower, the two of you would get lost in each other for a moment, washing away the stress of the day, hands wandering and lips locked in long, steamy kisses, spiriting each other into your newlywed state, senses blurred, until you curled up naked between the sheets of the bed, content, as if there had never been any other state of being and you had never existed in anything else. Verso would cover your face with kisses before the two of you slowly drifted off to sleep.

You didn’t know how much time had passed when you woke up again for some reason. The deep, dark night still stretched beyond the windows, over Paris, only the moon casting soft, cold light into the room, bathing it in a peaceful stillness.

Except for the warm body behind you, wrapping you in comfort, and the touch of gentle fingers along your upper arm.

“Verso?” you whispered sleepily. “Are you awake?”

A low hum came from him, his fingers lazily brushing up and down your arm, soft lips grazing your neck, causing you to shudder.

You nestled deeper into his enticing body, each second of his lips on your skin waking you further, your body and mind restored by a few hours of rest.

Verso didn’t miss your soft shifting toward him. His fingers, which had stayed on your arm until now, wandered up over your shoulder, to your neck, your chin, guiding your face gently toward his.

Your lips met in a sensual kiss that blurred your senses. Your body instinctively turned further toward him, opened to his caress and his lead – an opportunity he used to lean over you and deepen the connection between you. You clutched at his upper arm for stability as a wave of sensation surged through you and gathered as a tight pull in your belly.

Already, the two of you were engrossed in one another, your lips moving together with growing passion, the rising heat clearing away any remaining grogginess, replacing it with excited tingling. Verso was especially fond of holding your face and capturing your lips over and over again, drinking you in, feeling the soft vibration of your contented hums against his. He did it with intention, taking his time seducing your lips so thoroughly that soon you found yourself aching to feel his hands everywhere else.

You leaned into him, slightly squirming, nudging him into letting those hands roam further.

He smirked against your lips – how could he ever deny your body that wish? – and let go of your face, allowing his skilled fingers to explore your supple skin.

Maybe it was the fact that you were now husband and wife, or that you had fallen from sleep straight into the haze of his touch, but your whole body was already trembling, a near-overwhelming need pooling low in your center and tugging insistently.

He wasn’t rushing, though, his hand only brushing down to your throat, painfully slow, his mind focused entirely on savoring every inch of you rather than going straight to where your body already ached for him. But he noticed – he noticed how your breath picked up, how you writhed ever so slightly, almost surprised by how quickly you'd both heated up, his own arousal pulsing just as strongly through him. He had no intention of torturing either of you, but he wanted to build enough that the release would be beyond satisfying.

He moved to cup your breast, gently cradling the soft fullness, the sensation alone sending a tingle down his spine. You let out a quiet sigh as he brushed over your nipple, rolling it beneath his index finger, his heartbeat quickening at your reaction. He could see your expression in the moonlight – your eyes closed, lips parted in search of more air now that they were free from his. Your body relaxed into his touch, and into his lips now finding a new purpose: nibbling tenderly along the delicate skin of your neck, coaxing another soft sigh from your throat. How he loved the sound of you.

Even though your belly tightened almost painfully, you waited obediently, knowing that Verso only wanted to pleasure you. His body slid down yours, his hand on you some space ahead of his mouth, and you were unsure what to focus on.

But it was his mouth that reached a sensitive spot first, his lips parting to breathe over your heated skin, then enclosing your nipple, his tongue flicking over the already hardened bud. You arched your back into the sensation, a whimper escaping as the throb between your legs intensified. He took pleasure in making you feel this good, ignoring the pull of his own desire, even actively turning his body away from you so you wouldn’t feel how hard he was. He kept lavishing attention on you, tempted to return his hand to your breasts for longer consideration, but the way you opened your legs for him made your request unmistakably clear.

The heat beneath the covers built more and more, so much so that it began to irritate you – paired with the restricted freedom of movement, it was too much.

“Verso,” you breathed, “I’m hot.”

He didn’t respond with words, just a low grunt against your chest, never breaking the steady stimulation of his lips. He simply used his arm to push the blanket aside and let it fall to the floor, exposing your bodies to the moonlight spilling in from the night sky through the window. The cool air soothed your searing skin, the newfound freedom allowing you to part your legs even further for him.

You gasped as Verso’s hand slipped between your thighs. Your fingers clawed at the bedsheets for purchase as his index finger curled and circled your clit, the gentle pulsing there encouraging him. He rubbed you deliberately, with just the right pressure and pace, exactly how he knew you liked it.

But he also knew you wanted more. Your hips rolled forward, moving subtly with his touch, urging him to take the next step. Again, who would he be to deny you? He rose slightly, hovering above you, supporting himself with one arm, his gaze, from what you could make out, devoted, almost obsessed with giving you pleasure.

Your eyes fluttered shut again as his hand moved further, his finger finally finding your entrance. You placed your hand on his arm.

“Fuck,” he finally spoke, breathless, his first word of this quiet night a curse, just as you sighed at the easy slide of his finger inside. “You’re so wet.” And so irresistible – he had to remind himself that this moment was about you.

“Just for you,” you whispered, the whisper turning into a moan as he, overwhelmed by your words and what he felt, curled his finger inside you, pressing against that spongy spot deep within. Your fingers tightened around his arm. He stroked that velvety wall with purpose, always returning to that one sensitive place, giving it all his tender focus, building the pressure slowly, until he felt the first flutter of you clenching around him, your body alternating between tension and release. Then, he spread his touch, covering a broader area inside you, causing you to whimper softly.

You gasped again, his name on your lips. “This is so good,” you breathed, drenched in the sheer intensity of sensation from just the small, precise movements of his finger inside you. “Really, you could just go on and do this forever.” The pressure inside you built, radiating heat through your entire lower body.

A flicker of uncertainty passed through you, making you open your eyes to search his – hazy and kind of absent. “I’m sorry, is this terribly exhausting?”

Verso blinked once, his gaze sharpening briefly for the seconds he needed to answer. “I’m a pianist, mon cœur. I could do this for days,” he assured you with a cheeky smile that made you melt back into his touch. And then, a sudden, deeper push of his finger made you buck up with a surprised moan. Your eyes fluttered shut again as his touch grew bolder, his finger moving in and out with increasing vigor until you couldn’t help but rock your hips in rhythm with his hand, sigh after sigh escaping you, your arousal slick and flowing over his knuckles.

Your soft, silken walls twitched and pulsed around his skilled finger. You writhed, only to be steadied by the rest of his hand applying gentle pressure to hold you still. Instead, your own hands dug deep into his skin, so much that you feared you might hurt him with how tightly you clung to him.

A soft groan escaped him at your contractions, his self-control slowly but surely waning, shamefully so, as his cock screamed at him to finally get something – a faint touch, a tiny stroke, maybe a soft kiss, or, at best, the satisfaction of being plunged into the warm, soaked depth that was you.

As if you had heard his silent desperation, you loosened your grip around his arm and sent your hand wandering over his chest, briefly playing with the soft fuzz of hair on it, his firm abs, and the closer you got to his pelvis, the less he was able to focus on your pleasure, anticipating the imminent touch he desperately needed.

“Oh, Merde,” he lost his composure when your soft palm closed around his rock-hard shaft, its warmth like a cozy blanket. You felt moisture at his tip, the sign of his arousal, caught the drops with your thumb, and spread them gently, his finger still delightfully inside you, while you were already searching for more again.

“Fuck, I need you,” Verso groaned plaintively, amazed at how the simple touch of your hand was still enough to make him lose control like that. He was worried he would last just two or three thrusts once he sank into you.

“Yes,” you whimpered just as desperately for him. “Take me, please.”

Hearing you plead for his cock robbed him of the last shred of free will he had left. Whether you were married or not, hearing your voice like that – so completely responsive to what he did and said, so devoted – confirmed to him that he existed only to make you happy.

He penetrated you with his finger one last time before withdrawing it and guiding his hand up to your hip, gently pressing you to your side, him behind you, both of you vibrating with excitement to consummate your marriage officially. He carefully lifted your leg to open you up for him. Everything between you was hot, wet, and inviting to simply melt together, and so you did.

A satisfied, gurgling sound escaped his throat as he sank into you with a single, slippery move, and the relieving fullness of his cock inside you made you utter a very similar sound, you, after all that foreplay, barely able to respond any differently to what he offered you with his unique knowledge of your body.

“You alright?” he asked, voice low and sultry as his hand left your leg to roam over your body, settling on your breast.

Your own hand immediately laid on his as you exhaled heavily. “Yes.”

After your confirmation, there was hardly anything holding Verso back anymore; only with all his iron will was he able to resist pulling out and finishing on top of you immediately. Instead, he pressed a fleeting kiss on your shoulder, drew you close to his form, and pulled his cock through you in a simmering rhythm.

Your body practically fused with his, bending toward his thrusts, finding the perfect angle for you both to feel all the intense heat and pleasure of your connection as his movements quickly grew more passionate, hitting the perfect spot every single time he plunged into you. Your breathy sighs and moans turned into eager mewls, only spurring him on. Luckily, you responded contentedly, guiding him along, since he didn’t have enough mind left to pay attention to the direction of his thrusts. Shortly after, his hand was on your hip, gripping firmly into your soft flesh and pressing you toward him; he had to be inside you with everything he had or he would perish.

You searched for support on the bed frame, steadying yourself against his deep thrusts, your entire lower half ablaze with sensation. Had he asked you, you wouldn’t have known what to tell him to make you feel even better. Every fiber of your being already felt incredible. Your body showed him this on its own, tightening again and again around him and eliciting high-pitched whines from you. You needed release so badly now that you decided to take Verso’s hand and guide it between your legs.

He growled as you did so, finding your clit with single-minded accuracy to bring you to your well-deserved peak, circling it while fucking you with abandon, his momentary weakness replaced by the thrill of bringing you to climax.

“Mon dieu,” you whimpered as another wave overtook you, licking down your spine warm, then cold, then warm again, your body trembling.

“Come for me,” he purred sensually the exact moment your body twitched hard. Then, your nerve endings exploded, throwing you into a maelstrom of ecstasy, unstoppable and overwhelming. Mouthwatering, every fiber of your body trembled against his relentless cock hammering into you, helpless cries of elation escaping you as he launched your mind out of your body. You could have sworn you saw his mindless, devoted, focused expression from above – his eyebrows knitted tightly, determined that his muscles wouldn’t fail him now, on the final stretch, desperate to prolong your climax.

“No, no,” Verso stopped you as you tried to muffle your cries with your hand over your mouth. “Please, I love you like this. Let me hear how good you feel, mon cœur.” He needed to hear you, would have begged you if he had to, to call his name into the night. Thankfully, you obeyed his gentle command, and also gave voice to his name on your lips. Your twitching body made him clench his jaw in arousal, his hand gripping the flesh of your hip a little too tightly, he knew, but you were simply too irresistible.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” he warned you, his hips trembling against yours.

You felt that completely carnal urge to feel him inside you until the end. So you grabbed his hand and whispered, “Stay inside.” You wouldn’t be having children for a long time to come.

A croaky sound escaped him at your request; he was far too lost in you to question you. On the contrary, your words pushed him over the edge, making him come immediately and harder than ever before. Putain, it felt too good – your shared climax, pumping you full, feeling your shivering body receiving his release. He welcomed your lips as you turned your head to find his, your mouths meeting in a tender kiss. The high slowly ebbed away, his movements growing languid but remaining connected until the very last moment and beyond.

Your breaths mingled – hot, heavy, and sensual – as your pulsing bodies gradually settled into calm, and your vision began to sharpen again. Verso panted, still deep inside you, with no intention of pulling away just yet. He brushed a strand of hair from his sweaty forehead, then tangled his fingers in yours, looking down at you completely enchanted.

He pressed another kiss to your lips. “That was…” he began, hesitated briefly, searching for a word that would describe how this experience had felt, even though he knew your body so well. “Incredible,” he settled on.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, still a bit out of it, lazily stroking his chin. “I love you. So much.”

He smiled lovingly. “And I, you.” He laid his head down on the pillow next to you. “So, how long do you think we can stay here, being naked, doing just this, all the time?”

A wistful smile, which he couldn’t see, flickered across your face. “Practically forever, I reckon.”

After all, this was written in blood.

Ending note: I really researched a lot about how weddings in the early 20th century would play out and no, they didn’t really kiss at the altar in that time, but as I wanted them to, they were all just chill like that 😤

[leashybebes]

not trying to add to the pressure but. leashy. i have to express to you my undying love for allying. i genuinely think about that fic so much, when i'm at work, trying to fall asleep, anywhere you could think of. i adore this version of buck and tommy, like it's very clearly them but it's also distinctly not canon current day bucktommy, and i think you perfectly captured the dynamic that would exist between pre-118 buck and barely post-118 tommy. even if i didn't already love bucktommy i think i would be obsessed with these two guys and their relationship / story bc omg they're just so tiny and sweet and adorable and hilarious (and a little stupid, buck). i haven't been this excited about updates to a fic for a while, so thank you and i have 100% faith in you that you'll wrap it up in a satisfying way. either way pressure's off because it's already so brilliant as it is that you can't really go wrong. i'm so intrigued as to what tommy's been thinking this whole time, every time buck says something stupid and insane and incredibly not straight and tommy's eyes just go wide for a second before being like "yeah... okay then, sure" i'm screaming like how are you even putting up with this loser without grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him like dude. like does he know?? does he actually believe buck's straight? not likely but the guy seems pretty secure of himself so you never know. does he think he's ever gonna work it out or has he accepted that it's never gonna happen? the switch to tommy being the oblivious one all of a sudden is hilarious, he's entirely unphased by any of buck's antics atp because he's basically already been dating him for months. anyways just wanted to know that reading that snippet absolutely made my day, i'm so excited to read the last chapter in its entirety whenever that does come 💕

💛💛💛james!!!💛💛💛

this was such a gorgeous message to receive, i appreciate you so much! i'm so flattered that this ridiculous fic arising from a peep show gag has made such an impression on you

so far this chapter has like...2.2k words and none of them are the two of them actually communicating (canon lol) so tommy's internal processes are still largely a mystery to me but my overall feeling is yes he believes buck a) because they are dumbass4dumbass and b) because when he mentioned the four dudes he's slept with in chapter 1 he wasn't including the straight guys he jerked off with in the army so like. sure, a dude can touch another dude and not be queer, that is something that absolutely computes for him.

as i said, i don't have any of their actual conversation written yet (wish them/me luck) but in my head it goes something like this

buck, finally resorting to spelling it out: i would like to date you romantic style. i want to hold your hand and bring you breakfast in bed and buy you flowers (romance 101 baybee!) tommy, bluescreening internally: but...you're straight?

and then buck does this face

(christ, the amount of time i spent trying to find a gif of what i thought was the most memed hemsworth face of all time lol)

ANYWAY thank you so much for enabling my yapping and loving this fic and just generally being such an absolute sweetheart 🥰

[cricky-butspicy]

Somewhat nsfw ask for the slasher boys,,,

but if there was a big enough tub would they like to shower/bath with reader? And would it or would it not get frisky? 🤔 bonus if they would allow reader to give them a lil scrub or hair wash 🫶

We love a good NSFW ask 🥰, I didn’t make this too NSFW I can definitely answer!! I may have answered this in the past, but I can’t remember!

Slightly suggestive ahead!!

In the “Killing You with Kisses While They Get the Knife”, “Chapter 13: Distracted by Showers” and Pleasantries show that yes indeed Atlas and Soleil allow shower sex and enjoy it with each other, and they’d DEFINITELY allow it with reader!! (The next installment of the period fic “Periods are Just Mini Crime Scenes to Take Care of” is shower sex with reader! So, something to look forward to for them and they do very much like it!!

How frisky it gets depends on who you are showering with and the situation! (A situation shows up in the fic where it doesn’t get frisky and stays comforting and caring 💕)

But with Atlas, he can stay tame and just enjoy a nice shower with you. He likes the gentle attention and the close soft intimacy of it with staying just the two of you showering. He’ll definitely let you wash his body and he’ll sit to let you wash his hair, but usually he is tge one washing and taking care of you or Soleil! If you show signs of wanting a little more to your shower, he’s glad to ramp things up for you. Shower sex is fun and he’s strong enough to hold you up for it.

With Soleil, showering almost always equals sex together. That’s why you are showering together in the first place isn’t it? His mind isn’t as innocent as it once was. He’ll try to stay calm for a little while, but it doesn’t last. He’s on you so fast. But once you are finished with a few rounds and you still have energy in you, he’ll let you wash his hair bent over for you. He tells you not to wash his body; he’ll just get ramped up again.

If it’s both, Atlas could hold Soleil back for a little bit to enjoy a calm shower, but it really doesn’t last. That boy is too pent up and excited with two hot naked lovers in front of him.

Baths would be similar, but Soleil can hardly hold himself back for a minute in a bath. (Plus, he really doesn’t enjoy baths in the first place unless you showered beforehand, and you’d need to shower after too. It’s a big waste of water with him.)

Atlas likes baths to soak in, but they are never big enough. He feels like a regular adult at a children’s table chair, so he sticks away from the awkwardness of them usually. If for once he fit in one, he’d really enjoy relaxing in it with you or Soleil in his lap! He��d nuzzle his nose against your head a lot. Atlas likes to relax when he can, and this is nice to relax to.

[merry-andrews]

@xieyaohuan oh my God hiiii!!!!💕💕💕💕 God for a moment I was curious and confused, do I know this blogger? And next when I checked your blog I SCREAMED!!!!!!! Oh my God I love your butchlander fics sooooo much!!!!!!! I just finished reading Ravishing A God last night and I LOVED it so so much!!!!!!!!🥺🥺💗💗💗💗💗💗

[mimikusu]

@thedevillionaire was so kind as to comission a short comic for this lovely fire and ice ficlet, which of course I was very happy to do! I love them both and I love working with you as always!! Thank you so much for your patience, trust and listening to my useless rant about details. 🥲

[sunsetsandsunshine]

If I may request a Rise fic!! I’m a huge sucker for comfort/cheer up tickles, so could you possibly write a disaster twins fic with Lee Leo and Ler Donnie where Leo’s been having a pretty bad day (because of what is your choice!) and ends up feeling self conscious about himself and stuff, so Donnie decides to cheer up his twin!! Please don’t feel rushed and make sure you’re taking care of yourself ^_^

~ 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜!!! ~

💜💙 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: 𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 💜💙

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙼𝚂𝙺𝙽𝚂𝙽𝙺𝙼𝙳𝙽𝚂𝙹 𝙽𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙴 𝙾𝙷 𝙼𝚈 𝙶𝙾𝚂𝙷 𝚈𝙾𝚄. 𝙶𝙴𝚃. 𝙼𝙴!!! 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚑𝚑𝚑𝚑𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝙹𝙰𝙼!!! 𝙴𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚜…𝙶𝚘𝚍, 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑. 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢..𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎…𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎??? 𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎!!!˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟺,𝟹𝟿𝟺

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢💙

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙳𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍…𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚠, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝…𝙱𝚞𝚝 *𝙰𝙷𝙴𝙼* 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

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𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙰𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔!!! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚣𝚢…

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙷𝙴𝙴 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 🕺🏾✨💞🎶˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me again.” Leo grumbled under his breath as he rested his mouth on his palm, glancing away from his brother as he sighed loudly. 

“Well maybe if you weren’t so fucking reckless I wouldn’t need to.” Donnie growled lowly, glaring down at his twin.

“I’m not a baby, Don. I don’t need to be supervised like I’m some bomb triggered to explode.” The younger said in exasperation, lying down on his bed whilst grabbing a comic book to read off of his desk.

If Leo was going to be told off and scolded by his dear beloved brow-loving brother, he should at least have something to occupy himself with in the meanwhile. 

The softshell groaned eternally at his little brother’s action, quickly snatching the piece of literature out of the other’s hands and throwing it effortlessly to the ground. 

Uninterested lime green eyes locked with a determined yet fierce light golden, both of them refusing to look away or blink to show their dominance.

But after a while, the red eared slider grew more impatient, looking away again as he picked a hangnail on his thumb, “If you’re going to yell at me, can you just get it over with? I saw a reddit post predicting what’s going to happen in The Umbrella Academy season four and I need to read it.” 

“You can read that later, Nardo. I promise you, that reddit post isn’t going to fly away.” The elder said as he pinched the bridge of his snout, “What I need you to do right now is acknowledge what you did today was stupid, alright?” 

Leo looked away from his older brother, scoffing lightly, “I do stupid things all the time. What stupid action of mine are you wanting to scream at me for this time?” 

The softshell turtle took a couple deep breaths at that comment, drumming his fingers on his left arm in a soothing motion because he was NOT going to give into the urge of strangling his twin brother…

…No matter how much he deserved it.

“I’m not planning on screaming at you— that won’t help anyone or anything.” The purple banded turtle explained calmly…but you could see and tell he was starting to lose his paitence. 

“But you want to.” The red eared slider pressed on. 

“Leo…please. I don’t want to argue right now.” 

“We’re not arguing. We’re just kindly discussing my oh-so stupid descision that unfolded earlier today, right?” The younger twin smirked smugly, his eyes locking once again with his brother. 

When it came to arguments, the leader in blue always had this wonderful tactic to avoiding things: attempting to annoy the other person so much that they drop the subject they wanted to discuss with him completely.

It always worked with Raph…which the red eared slider didn’t know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.

But the only downside of doing this tactic was his dumb twin saw right through it…

…And Leonardo despised it. 

“Nardo…you know what I’m referring to. And stop picking, please. Your going to hurt yourself.” The older attempted to say in a tranquil voice, but it personally just sounded like he was one second away from losing. his. shell.

“I sadly do not know what your referring to.” The blue cladded teen said coyly, picking on his hangnail more desperately now, “Care to enlighten me, Tello?” 

Donnie’s expression hardened ever so slightly at his younger brother’s absolute persistence on annoying him out of his right mind so he could eventually drop the subject…but the softshell turtle was not budging.

His twin would have to try way harder than that.

“I’d love to.” The light golden eyed mutant said in a fake sweet tone as he walked over to lean his shell on Leo’s closed door, crossing his arms in disaproval. The elder grabbed his brother’s sword, planting it right next to his foot so the blue banded turtle couldn’t reach for it. 

The red eared slider’s cocky grin turned to a small grimace (shake) as he soon came to terms with what his older brother was doing…

…He physically could not leave from this conversation…literally.

Leonardo crossed his arms, trying to mimick the other’s serious demeanor but was only met with an icy glare in return.��

“What you did during today’s mission was completley reckless and idiotic, Leonardo…and you know it.” The second oldest said, “I had that thug exactly where I wanted him but noooooo. Because you saw me trip you thought it would be a spectacular idea to throw yourself on top of me as that hooligan tried to hit me with his bat!!” Donatello seethed. 

“We’ve been over this multiple times, Leo! There was no reason for you to do that!” The light golden eyed teen yelled, his glare only hardening more as he saw the younger stuttering over his words to try to defend himself.

“I’m not done.” The taller teen growled, all of his calmness and collectiveness thrown completley out of the window.

The slider slightly flinched (which went un-noticed by the other) at his brother’s genuine angry tone, his left leg fidgeting and bouncing up and down like crazy. 

His tactic was really starting to not work in his favour at all…

“Just…stop putting yourself in the middle of danger like you’re just expecting the rest of us to just watch. We’re your family…and most importantly, we can defend ourselves just fine.” 

“Well ihisn’t that hypocritic!” Leonardo scoffed before creasing his eye ridges together in genuine confusion, mumbling to himself, “Hyp…uh…hypocrotic? Hyp…Hypocratic…?” 

“Hypocritical?” The older deadpanned.

“YES! THAT WORD!” Leo said, “When we were fighting Kraang Prime on the ship and he went to take a blow at Mikey…what did you do?”

Donatello scowled, his eyes not leaving his twin, “…I went in front of him and shielded him with my mystic tech.”

“Exactly.” The lime green eyed mutant scoffed, “And how is that any different from what I did, hm?”

“BECAUSE I HAD A PLAN!!!” Donatello shouted, “I planned to accordingly go in front of Mikey so my sheild could protect both him and me. Did it end up turning out perfect? Fuck no. Kraang Prime slashed right through it and me and Mikey went tumbling towards the ground…” The glasses wielding teen said through clenched teeth. 

The light golden eyed teen rubbed his face tiredly, his hands clenching and unclenching in frustration, “But I had a plan. You on the other hand, just zoomed recklessly on top of me and hoped for the best.”

“…I saved you, didn’t I…?” The younger twin mumbled out meekly, causing Donatello’s blood to absolutley boil. 

“That’s not the point!!!” The elder said as he clenched his hands at his sides again.

“Then what is?!” Leo said desperately, “Because from the looks of it, it just seems like you want to yell at me for just doing my job.” 

Leonardo pulled on his mask tails anxiously, trying to calm himself down but ultimately just making himself feel worse by doing the action, “I’ve been trying to be a better leader—“

“Leo—“

“—For you and Mikey and April and Raph and Casey and C.J. a-and Dad! But it seems like no matter what the hell I do there’s always something I’m doing WRONG!!!” The younger twin shouted, blinking back tears as he glared at the ground as if it took his Jupiter Jim comic.

Which…it did. The blue banded mutant wanted it back now, actually…

“I saved you! I-I didn’t even get hurt by doing it but somehow there’s an issue…” The lime green eyed teen murmured, both of his legs bouncing up and down as he tugged on his mask tails harder, “There always is…”

“Leonardo can you please just listen to me?” The older twin said in irritation. 

“But Don I’m—“

“No, Leo! Just listen! That’s all you need to do!” Donnie snapped as he cut his brother off, “I don’t want you leaping head first into harms way! At all! Especially if you don’t have a plan!” The softshell turtle exclaimed as he flapped his hands against the side of his thighs, but his eye contanct remaining on his little brother.

“Oho so now you don’t trust me well enough to know that I can handle myself in combat?” Leo said in a last desperate attempt to make his brother drop the conversation.

“I…” The young scientist’s eye twitched, his eyebrows creasing together as he had to physically restrain himself to not beat the ever living crap out of the other teen, “THIS IS NOT ABOUT TRUST, NARDO!” The light golden eyed mutant screamed desperately, his hands flapping faster as the red eared slider shrunk at his usage of tone, “This is about you not even thinking about what would happen to yourself when you do reckless nonsense like this.”

Leo glanced to the side, his eyes watering as he bit the inside of his cheek.

He just wanted to help and be the leader his brother’s deserved…

But he always found a way to fuck it up without even noticing, huh?

"You don't think about what could happen to you and I hate it!” The elder cried, “What would’ve happened if Raph didn’t come behind the guy and knocked him out cold at the last second, huh?! Would you have just stayed right on me as he continued to beat you with his bat?!”

Leonardo bit the inside of his cheek harder, his legs bouncing up and down more as his fingernails dug unforgivingly into his arms, “I-I’m sorry, Donnie—”

“Or would you have tried to fight him instead?! Mind you, you dropped your sword before coming to me so you’d have no weapon to defend yourself.” 

“You don't think about how much it scares me when you do dumb shit like that! I hate seeing you get hurt…I freaking loathe it.” Donnie rested the back of his head on Leo’s door, taking a couple deep breaths and hugging himself in an attempt to calm himself down.

Jeez…when the hell had he started yelling? His throat stung like a bitch now…

And when had he started shaking like a bobby head?!

The older twin’s expression softened, pinching the bridge of his snout once more, “I care about you…so fucking much, okay…?” The purple banded turtle said gently as he gradually started to simmer down and become more calm, “Your my twin…my little brother. And I hate to be repetitive but I-I just despise seeing you hurt…physically or emotionally…so please just…”

The young scientist’s eyes widened, peering down at his brother who did not seem to be following…at all. 

Leo’s eyes were wide as saucers as he hit his arm with his fist repeatedly whilst obviously trying to suck in whatever tears dared to try and escape. 

The taller turtle basically ran to his distressed twin, trying to stop him from harming himself any further but was only met with a low grunt.

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Fucking shit. 

Wonderful job, Donatello! You yelled at your brother so much he shut down!

Even though you knew he can’t fucking stand being yelled at and the whole point of you even being here was to explain what he did wrong collectively and calmly because that was the exact oppositeof what Raph does when he’s worried…

But no! You yelled at him anyway.

Wonderful job, Donatello…wonderful. job. 

The older twin sighed sadly, gently grabbing his brother’s wrists so he would stop hitting himself. The two brother’s shared eye contact once again, an unsure lime green meeting an understanding yet uncertain light golden.

“Nardo…” The softshell started, squeezing the other’s hands gently, “…Are you with me, bud…?”

Leo just nodded quietly, squeezing back. 

“God…Nardo I’m so sorry…” The older muttered, “I don’t…I don’t know why the hell I lost my cool like that. I-I’m sorry I yelled. I shouldn’t of yelled…I-I just…” Donatello sighed, squeezing his brother’s hands once again. “I’m not angry with you. I…I was just frustrated.”

“Well, no…let me rephrase: I am angry with you— livid even. You know damn well enough that when you do those kinds of things my heart literally jumps out of my shell. I need you to put into consideration that I would like to live to at least seventy-seven…”

The younger twin giggled wetly, fidgeting with his brother’s fingers as he spoke, “…Why seventy-seven?”

“Albert Einstein died when he was seventy-six…I can and will outlive him.” The light golden eyed teen said matter-of-factly, “But back to what I was initially saying…I know you meant well. You saw that I was in trouble…and you dropped literally everything in order to help me get out of said trouble. You don’t think of what happens to you…you just do it because you’ll know if you do we’ll be alright…”

“I-I just…I just wanted to protect you…I-I just wanted to help…” Leo tried to explain.

“I know. I know, Lee…” Donatello sighed, rubbing the slider’s knuckles gently with his thumb, “But you need to understand that with you trying to protect us that way, your putting us in the same situation your trying to keep us away from.” The elder explained lightly, smiling softly as him and his twin’s forehead’s touched. 

“You’re getting hurt— or at the very least almost getting hurt. We’re feeling the same anguish and guilt you would feel if any of us did that. I get that you want to be a good leader and shit…but you can lead well without doing that…okay?” 

Leo fiddled with the other’s fingers a bit more, his bouncing leg starting to calm a bit, “I’ll…try to be more careful when it comes to me protecting you guys like that. When I see you all in trouble…I just…react. I don’t really care about what happens to me as long as you guys end up okay. But…I’ll try to be more careful. And if I ever end up, like, being a bit too reckless…you can just tell me…deal?”

“Deal.” Donnie nodded, squeezing Leo’s hands one last time before letting go, wiping his twin’s eyes with his hoodie sleeve, “Now please stop crying or you’re going to make me start crying.” 

Leo snorted, examining the other’s now tearing up expression, “I think it’s a bit too late for that…” 

“GAH! FUHUCK!” Donnie cursed, wiping his own eyes as the slider laughed loudly at his exclamation.

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“Leo…don’t you think you’re getting a bit too big for this…?” Donatello grumbled as Leonardo was on his lap, getting all nice and comfy as he rested his chin on the older’s shoulder. “Noooope.” Leo drawed out, making a dramatic popping noise at the end of the 'p', “'Sides, this is what you get for making me emo earlier.”

“…I said I was sorry…I didn’t mean to shout at you like that. I was just concerned…” 

“I know that, you worrywart. I was just kidding.” The lime green eyed teen said lovingly, squishing his brother into a tighter embrace. The older let out a short shriek at the hug but of course didn’t mind the other being so clingy. 

If the young scientist really and truly did mind? Leo would’ve been pushed to the floor by now. 

The two twins shared a comfortable silence…well…a semi-comfortable silence.

The purple banded teen felt…off. His younger brother had this…look in his eyes; like he wanted to say something but was afraid of what Donnie would say or how Donnie would react.

Which was so damn dumb Donatello didn’t even know how to explain it.

“…There’s something else on your mind.” The taller turtle hummed, his suspicions only rising as the other glanced to the side. “Uhm…no there isn’t. See? This is why I call you a worrywart.” Leonardo said, tapping his fingers on his thigh nervously. 

Very convincing Leo…very convincing.

“Don’t even try lying to me, Leon. My older brother and twin senses are tingling. You can’t argue against that kind of logic.” The scientist said matter-of-factly. 

“What are you, Spiderman?” The younger snorted. 

“We shall never know.” The older shrugged, a small smile spreading to his face as he saw the other snort softly at his statement, “Now stop deflecting. Spill.” 

“…Can you…adjust my elbow braces…?” The red eared slider muttered.

“…Why can’t you do it?” The other questioned. Not in a malicious way; he was just genuinely curious. 

“I like it when you do it. You make it more firm, y'know?” The blue banded turtle whined dramatically, “Pleeeeeease?”

“Ugh, Jesus— fine. But drop the pout…you look ridiculous.” The taller mutant sighed, lightly grabbing his brother’s arm as he readjusted the braces. 

The purple banded turtle meticulously took off the other’s left arm brace, tracing his twin’s elbow to make sure it was healing correctly— which the slider couldn’t help but wriggle slightly to.

As the older twin put the brace back on, he looked at the other turtle in complete worry, “…Why are you squirming around so much?” Donatello asked in confusion. 

“…No reason.” Leonardo stated, but let out a tiny squeak as Donnie lightly pinched his forearm. 

“Yohou okay…?” The glasses wielding mutant giggled.   

“I-I’m fihine!” The smaller turtle insisted, covering his mouth as he let out a loud shriek in result to his brother now lightly scribbling his forearm. “EEEEE! P-Plehease moohoove yohour hahahand!!” The younger sputtered out, hiding his face in the crook of the scientist’s neck which the older turtle couldn’t help but let his heart melt to.

“Oh.” Donatello hummed, biting back an amused laugh, “Sorry. Sometimes I forget how ticklish you are…”

“Snrt I-Ihihi’m nahat ticklish. I juhust don’t wahant your hand thehere…” 

And isn’t that quaint. 

If Donnie had a penny for every time Leo said he 'wasn’t ticklish', the softshell would be richer than Elon Musk.

“…Right. So…you wouldn’t mind me doing this then?” The young genius mused as he scribbled one hand over his twin’s ribs. “EEEEHEH! Duhuhude noHOH!! F-Fuhuck yohou!” The younger twin managed through his small giggles, pushing on his brother’s plastron to try and escape while he still could.

The elder laughed fondly at his little brother’s futile actions, hugging him closer as he lightly tickled him, “Nahardo! My brohohother in Christ gehet back here or you’re gohoing to fahall off of the bed!

“N-NOHO!! LEHET ME GO!” The lime green eyed teen screeched loudly, kicking his legs and pushing even harder on the other’s plastron, his eye’s widening in panic as his older brother casually lifted him up and pinned his arms above his head, his plastron now facing up on the bed.

Eugh boy…

Donnie grinned, sitting on the other’s thighs as he wiggled his unoccupied fingers in the air near the slider’s side, “That’s better~!”

“WAHAIT WAHAHAIT snrt PLEHEASE DEEHEE!!” The red eared slider cried, kicking his legs from underneath the scientist.

If he was going to go down…he would at least go down fighting. 

“I haven’t even touched you yet, you goof…” The older twin chuckled. 

“B-BUHUT YOHOUR GOHOHONNA!” 

“'Gonna' what, exactly?”

“TihiHICKLE ME!!” 

“Tickle you? Well, why didn’t you just say so in the first place?” Donatello snickered, using his free hand to skitter his fingers along the crook’s of the younger’s neck. 

The blue banded turtle squealed, shaking his head back in forth whilst scrunching his shoulders, “GAHaha— snrt EEEEHEEHEH oho cohome snrt OHAHAN!!” 

“What’s wrong, Leo? I thought you said you weren’t ticklish~?” The older teased.

“Snrt STHDHAHAH! Shuhut UP! IHI’M naHAT!” The younger shouted, tugging and pulling his arms to try and get his hand’s free from the other’s grasp. Donnie just laughed softly at the action, wiggling his fingers above his little brother’s stomach. 

The lime green eyed teen’s eyes widened in panic, thrashing in the hold to try and loosen his brother’s grip but the purple banded turtle did not budge even a smidge. 

Leo’s laughs became more giddy and loud as he continued to squirm, small squeals and snorts escaping his beak as his twin brother’s hand went sloooooowly to his stomach. 

“N-NOHO NONONONO DAHA— snrt DOHON!!” The smaller turtle snorted, hiding his face in the side of his arm which Donnie couldn’t help but giggle to. 

The light golden eyed mutant rested his hand on the slider’s plastron, making the younger turtle’s laugh raise almost a thousand octaves. 

“DOHON’T snrt DOHON’T DOHOHON’T snrt YOU DARE!! YOHOUR SOHO MEEHEEHEEAN!!” Leonardo whined, hiding deeper into his arm and becoming a giggly flustered mess.

The older twin shook his head fondly at his little brother’s embarrassed state, taking the opportunity to tickle the younger’s stomach while he wasn’t looking. 

Leo let out a loud scream, descending into high-pitched cackles as even louder snorts followed, “HAHAHAHELP!! IHI’M SNRT BEEHEEING SLAHAHAUTERED!!” 

“I’m quite literally only using one hand, Nardo. Stop being dramatic.” The light golden eyed teen mused whilst watching his brother snort and squirm, “And here I thought I was the dancer of the family. Look at you! You’re making up a whole dance routine right now!” He said as he let go of Leo, crossing his arms in amusement. 

“S-Shuhuhut snrt up…” The younger twin wheezed out, hugging his middles as he playfully glared at his purple loving brother. 

Then, a lightbulb went on in the scientist’s brain, a smug smile spreading to his face, “Hm…you know, Lee—”

“Dohont call snrt me thahat!” Leo giggly interupted. 

“Uh-huh. Well, Lee…did you know that the underarms are one of the warmest places on the human body?” The scientist said. 

The lime green eyed mutant cocked his head to the side in confusion, “Soho?” 

“Soooo my hands are cold. Very cold, in fact. I’d be forever in your debt if you could—”

“NO! NONOHO WAHAY IN HEHELL! G-GOHO AWAHAHAY!” Leo squealed, reaching for his brother’s wrists as the elder tried to tickle his neck once again.

Sigh…Leonardo made this too damn easy sometimes.

The glasses wielding teen wasn’t just going to miss this oh-so-definetly-not-planned opportunity! The softshell scribbled his fingers along the slider’s underarms, making the younger let out a loud squawk as he shot his arms down. 

“NAHAH AHAHAHA— snrt GEHET THEHE HEHELL OHAHA— snrt OHOHOUT!!” Leonardo cried while banging his heels on the bed. 

“What~?” Donnie hummed inocently. 

“GEHEHET AHA— snrt GEHET. OHOUT. OHOF THEHEHERE!”

“Awe…why~?”

“BEEHEECAUSE IHIT’S SOHO BAHAHAD!!!” 

“And?” Donnie chuckled, “That sounds like a you problem, little brother.” 

“AHHHAHA— snrt GAHAHAD FUHUCK YOHOU!!!”

“Pardon…what was that?” Donnie questioned as he pinched where Leo’s hip met his thigh. “N-NONO— snrt NAHAHAH!! I CAN’T— snrt PLEHEHEASE I’M snrt SORRY!! I-IHI TAHAHAKE IHIT BAHAHCK!!” 

“Nah…I think I’ll just stay riiiiight here for a bit…” The taller turtle smiled, using both of his hands now to tickle Leo into a laughing and snorting blob.

The younger weakly hit his big brother’s arms, throwing his head back as he squeezed his eyes completely shut. 

“…And you know what, Lee~?” 

“WHAHAHAT NOW?!” 

“I’m feeling…kind of famished.” The elder mused, his smile almost looking like the signature Joker’s as he saw his younger brother’s face pale. 

Leonardo scrambled to sit up, fighting with his brother’s arms as he giggly protested, “PLAHA— snrt PLAHAHEASE! PLEHEASE snrt D-DOHON’T!!” 

Donnie pinched his brother’s thighs unforgivingly, “You should have thought about that before yapping such ill nonsense about yourself.”

“WHAHA— snrt WHAHAHA— snrt WHAHAT DIHID snrt IHIHI snrt EVEN SAHAHAY?!” The lime green eyed turtle cackled, flapping his hands on the mattress. 

It took literally everything in the older twin not to coo his baby brother’s adorable actions; instead, he lightly moved Leo’s hands away, smiling evily as he lowered his head to the other’s plastron, “You don’t even know. Guess you really want this, huh~?” 

The blue banded teen kicked his knees into his brother’s shoulders and shell, throwing his head back in complete hysterics whilst waiting for him complete and utter demise. 

The softshell wasted no time blowing raspberries after raspberries in the middle of his younger’s stomach, making sure to move the other’s hands away any time he tried to push at the young genius’ head. 

Donnie didn’t feel like getting brain damage after all.

Plus, he had his signature glasses ᴅᴏɴᴀᴛᴇʟʟᴏ ᴛᴍ on! And those were trademarked…as you can wonderfully see. 

“God…can you get more ticklish?” Donatello giggled, squeezing and squishing the red eared slider’s knees with one hand and scribbling his sides with the other whilst contuinung to raspberry Leo’s stomach. 

“DEEHEE DEEHEEHEE SNRT PLEHEHEASE!!! IHI SNRT DAHAHAH— SNRT DAHA— SNRT DAHUNNO!!” The smaller turtle screamed, happy stimming with his arms on the taller twin’s shoulder.

Donnie couldn’t help but chuckle, deciding to show his twin a tad bit of mercy as he nibbled his stomach lightly. 

The slider let out bloody murder from his beak, happy tears threatening to fall from his eyes as his bubbly cackles and snorts bounced off the walls of his room.

“Jeez…I think Peppa Pig has some competition, huh~?” The light golden eyed mutant snickered.

“PLEHEHEASE!! TEHEHELLO SNRT IHI’M GOH— SNRT GOHOHA— AHAHA SNRT MYHYHY SNRTGAHAHAHAD!!!” The smaller teen pleaded.

“Do you promise to stop putting yourself in between danger and your family?” The older hummed. 

“YEHEHES!!” The younger cried loudly.

“Do you promise to go easier on yourself?” 

“YAHA— SNRT YAHA— SNRT YEHEHES!!!”

“Do you promise to accept your doing an amazing job as leader and we all love you—”

“MY SNRT FUHUHUCKING SNRT GAHAHAD!!! IHIHI SNRT GEHET IT!!” Leonardo shouted, his blush now completley blending into the red stripes on his face. 

The softshell turtle got off of the other, sitting next to his little brother as his little brother in question hugged his middles and giggled tiredly. 

“Y-Yohou could ohof juhuhust sahaid ahall of thahat wihihithout tickling meeheee…” The younger grumbled despite the evident smile on his face.

“And where’s the fun in that?” Donnie smiled back, his expression softening as Leo got up and leaned against him softly. The older wraped an arm around the younger’s shoulder, pulling him closer into a warm, protective gesture. 

“Ahand would yohohou look ahat that! Ihi got yohour emo bahad boy ahahass to smile todahay. Your eheeven hugging me~!” The blue banded leader spoke softly, his voice filled with affection as he poked his twin’s forehead cheekily. 

“You tell anyone that and I will not hesitate to deny that extremely untrue statement.” The scientist huffed, rolling his eyes fondly as his smile spread.

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

[anrisimps]

BABY YUDER!!!!! FOR @armed-teddy-bear's FIC!!! IT'S THE SECOND TIME IM RE-READING IT!! I LOVED IT SO MUCH!! 😭😭💕💕💕

[willow-lark]

lark's recently-read byler fic recs

thought people could use some uplifting 💕🫶 please remember to hype up your favorite fics and art and other creative work & remember there's always something new to enjoy!! browse the tag or ao3 page & give someone's work a some love!! xoxo

If Time Runs Out by @rainypebble07 (T, ongoing, 14k+) - BYLER PIRATE AU!!! 🏴‍☠️ i literally just discovered this one today and i'm actually obsessed. i have never seen any other pirate aus (🤨) n i just wanna say u guys are missing out on the concept and on this fic bc i'm so invested. i'm so excited to see where this fic goes. royal mike x pirate mike is SO GOOD.

how to get your crush to believe you love him: a guide by mike wheeler by @newlesbianprideflag (T, 3/4, 11k+) - mike goes across the country to visit will at college in an attempt to confess his feelings to him. will, who has a boyfriend already and would like to think himself very over mike, thank you, is not impressed. this one deconstructs a lot of popular/fanon tropes and is really great so far!!

california show your teeth by @fireflywitch (T, 8/19, 63k+) - ok this one mayyybe only has background byler but i'm reccing it anyway bc it's one of my FAVORITE regularly updating fics maybe EVER. in early 1985, chief hopper and his average, normal family move from lenora hills, california to hawkins, indiana--the latter of which has had multiple tragedies over the past few years, to which the new chief's family may or may not be linked. LIKE WHATTTT 👀 go read it RN. masterpiece

All Good Dogs by @hellfiremike (T, 1/1, 3.8k) - this one actually made me cry. featuring: an EXCELLENT character study of will byers, a heartfelt examination of canon and what comes after, and chester the dog getting the attention he deserves and never got in canon 😭

kiss me (try to fix it) by birthofv3nus (T, 1/1, 4k) - will has kissed every member of the party except for mike, who is, understandably, taking this news *SO* well and is not jealous about it at *ALL.* but maybe his situation is not quite as dire as he believes it to be....ugh this one was such a fun read, and you know i loveee party dynamics!!

drank my poison all alone by silverluminoqity (T, 1/1, 4k) - mike is going through it, and, though vecna seems to have been vanquished, maybe he's not so completely gone as everyone thinks.... this is an excellent exploration of both mike's guilt as well as his evolution as a character, and how he views himself. super in-character and super good!!

high tide came and brought you in (and i could go on and on) by silverluminoqity (T, 1/1, 8k) - MOTEL FIC MOTEL FIC MOTEL FIC 🥳 or, mike and will have yet another heart to heart, and some things are revealed. this fic is just so completely heartfelt and UGH i was MELTING the ENTIRE TIME, holy SHIT. probably in my top 3 motel fics EVER tbh.

Chasing Heartlines by @cherryisgone (T, 1/2, 6k+) - i was so excited to read the first chapter of the sequel to maybe one of the best byler fantasy aus ever!! knight mike pining after prince will is something that can actually be so personal to me. i love a good mike-won't-shut-up-about-will fic. the attention to detail in this fic is actually INSANE.

[katanaski-main]

Moots 🗣️

Like this to know you still here !

[circledwithaheart]

Oops sorry I did not read the 'send separate asks' part so please ignore my last ask as I send these next few asks

Firstly: 🎖️🎖️🎖️🎖️

@saintbobbynash not to worry. Sentences for you, continued from here 💖

“You’re ridiculous,” she tells him. “And alllll yours.”  Cora sends him a glare, but there’s no heat to it as her smile forces its way to the surface. “Set the table before I burn your breakfast.” He gasps and makes his way over to wrap his arms around her waist. “You would never,” he murmurs playfully. His thumbs brush over her belly, just beginning to show. Still quiet, he asks, “How’s Mama today?” They haven’t told anyone yet, not even Cece. Keeping the secret to themselves hasn’t exactly been easy given Cora’s extremely nosy family. Tommy wouldn’t trade them for the world, though. He wishes his own family would have shown half as much interest as hers does.

tagging @diazsdimples @acesartemis @lemonzestywrites @midsummersmorn who also asked for this one 😘

[collegeboysam]

Hi!! Are you still interested in Lucemond?? I’m obsessed with your Hotd fic!!

Yeessiiirrrr!! 🥰🥰 sometimes i forget i don't talk much about hotd or asoiaf here, i keep it mostly on discord and twitter (wich is locked lol) so in my mind I feel like I'm openly talking about it all the time and then I remember like ohhh wait right on tumblr I don't post about it as much (mostly bc I don't really know many people in the fandom here? which is sad.)

Also thank you sooo much! 💕💕💕 Holding your ask close to my heart 🥰 it makes me really happy that you like the story because I fucking love writing it, I'm having the best time with it!

Please know I'm constantly thinking about updating, it's in my mind 24/7. The chapter has been done for a while, but I have an issue called my stupid fuckassjob that I hate 😭😭 it's been a nightmare lately, I never have free time anymore. Since english is not my first language I have to go over the chapters like...twice or more before I post them to do corrections and whatnot, and because of my job I haven't really had time to sit down and read and correct grammar and mistakes properly (the chapters are a mess before go over them rip 😭)

Sometimes I worry that it looks like I won't update "you may bury my body" anymore or something, but that's not the case at aaaaall, I swear. I enjoy writing it too much and I'm excited for the upcoming parts. Plus at this point I know I'm writing more lcmd as soon as I finish this fic, because I have too many ideas about them bouncing around in my head. Endless possibilities when falling for the one they were fated to hate doesn't fix either Aemond nor Lucerys, actually makes them worse, but that's somehow even better <3

[theghostofashton]

Hi Neha <33 I especially love the AU worlds you create, they always feel so lived in! I can't wait for more. For nice ask week I wanted to ask you: What is your favorite trope in fanfiction? :D

hi michelle!! this is so sweet thank you so much <33

i don’t know if character study counts (i don’t think it does) so i would say emotional hurt/comfort is probably my favorite, i really love the payoff and catharsis of the angst, it’s my favorite thing to write and read. my most favorite type of fic is a character study that deals with mental health and has that huge emotional payoff at the end

[kedsandtubesocks]

‘The man smiles like a fox creeping around a chicken coop.’

this line still lives in my head rent-free btw 😫🫠

AMIRA 😭

[mimikusu]

So, this is part of a trade I made with @perfectpaperbluebirds as a commission.

Meet Katy and Aaron from Birdie's Cowboy Verse! Because I love them and because it's the perfect excuse for me to draw some Cowboy snz!

Thank you SO much Birdie for commissioning me and for doing this! I'm super happy about this! 💕🫂

[jossambird]

AHHHHHHAHHAAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHH THIS NEW CHAPTER IS SO GOOD OH MY GOD I'M ALREADY THINKING OF WHAT MIGHT HAPPEN NEXT BUT I KNOW I'M PRIBABLY WRONG TERZO PLEASE DON'T PUSH IT

RONNIE

MY HEART

AHAHHAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

HAHAHAH YOUR ENTHUSIASM WARMS MY HEART, IM GLAD YOU LOVED IT 😭💕

Ouh! If you’d like, you can always try and let me know what you think will happen and Ill see if your right or wrong 👀