#hard luck pete

[restrumed]

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[nilgans]

My piece for the counter-pale resistance zine :D You can download it here, it turned out amazing! Many, many thanks to @de-fanzine-cpr-pale for organizing and assembling the zine 💖💖💖

[fauxfickle]

Whoops, turns out Smitty's Super Service Station was just a front for bootlegging gasohol all along

[theghostofprocrastination]

Pete and REPETE💜

[miss-couch-potato]

I'm still obsessed with how Pete smokes a big ass cigar lol.

I just realized this weird art is the last thing I'll draw before I turn 18... but hey... it has Pete and Repete in it!

[purpletrashsnake]

OHH PLEASE PLEASE PETE AND REPETE THORNSBERRY FROM THE HARDLUCK BEARS I BEG. THEY NEED MORE ART 🥺

I should really draw the Hard Luck Bears in general

[miss-couch-potato]

Pete and Repete my sons

Time for my annual country bear jubilie post...the show ain’t that bad y’know

[justcruisingaroundrevived]

i loved ur yandere bill fic !! Can u make one about Pete ? <3

Wanna Tear You Apart

Summary: YANDERE! Pete x reader

TW/CW: Stalking, obsessive behavior, mentions of dead animals, self harm (both ends), bones

A/N: Thank you for the request anon! Pete would honestly be the worst yandere overall, so these were especially fun to do honesty!

Reblogs are appreciated!

* Pete would honestly be the scariest yandere out of all the members

* Pete’s love for things violent, bloody, gory and everything in the technicolor rainbow will mean he’s an obvious yandere

* You can feel his presence at any point of the day. Even when he’s hanging out with the club, if he spots you, his eyes are fully on you (if you can catch him, you’ll see that there’s no light in them)

* If he’s alone, expect him to already be at your locker, trying to act all suave, but he’s not. He’s not even doing the right pose, and any “small talk” he does comes off as stiff and uncomfortable.

* Would actively follow you home from school, and you wouldn’t even know it. His small stature makes it easy for him to hide practically anywhere the moment you suspect him watching you (catch him in the act will result in an aloof Pete, complaining “I don’t know my way around this neighborhood.” Before going to a random store)

* Alone in his bedroom, he’ll have fantasies of him being the serial killer and you the final person. Imagining how scared you look as he approaches you, before you two making out with the corpses of your friends underneath him (he definitely has masturbated to that)

* Will stalk you online. Your MySpace, family’s Facebook and even online forums are not safe from Pete. You had to block multiple different accounts because of how persistent they were being (messages going from loving to demanding, knowing personal information about you, possibly sending pictures of gore + deaths from horror movie to scare you)

* Fuck, he’ll probably send you weird gifts to your house (animal bones, an actual human heart, his favorite movies, etc). You throw them out of trash for the most part, but Pete knows you throw it out…he’s just thinks you’re playing hard to get

* Little graphic, but he definitely carved your name onto his hip (at least your initials). He would have to constantly hide it if you two started dating

* Speaking of which, the confessions done in note form. He poorly stuff it in your locker with chocolate he brought from the pharmacy. It’s honestly couple of pages of rambling about what he knows about you and maybe a sentence being “Oh yeah, I like you”

* Accepting it would have him over the moon. Expect him to tackle you and just lay on top of you, talking about how happy he is and how you’re stuck with him like glue

* Would absolutely brag about you to anyone who meets him, especially the club

* The gifts will not stop, but he’s going to try and put some effort into them (maybe bones of your favorite animals, perhaps)

* You would have to keep him on a leash cause he would not be afraid to jump on people and attack them for talking shit about you or him (someone tie him up like Hannibal Lecture)

* If you carved his initials onto your skin, you’ll have his loyalty forever <3

* Good luck, solider. You’re going to need it

[fauxfickle]

Programming in Retromation makes me realizes that mindlessly pushing buttons to sync with music for hours was someone's actual job at some point

Ahhh what a dream, no?

[yelenaslyubov]

You’re Mine

main masterlist || yelena belova || requests

requested anonymously

a/n: here i am finally with another story!! i’m sorry it took so long, i’ve been going through it a bit and trying to find motivation again. this definitely isn’t my best work, but nonetheless, i hope you enjoy :)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairing: yelena belova x fem!reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ warnings: MINORS DNI (18+) smut, language, daddy kink, alcohol, reader receiving, jealousy

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ description: it is New Year’s Eve, and of course the one and only Tony Stark does not miss a chance to impress with a party. you attend this party under the impression it would be just like every other event, but you are soon proved wrong after you make a mistake to talk to Kate Bishop. your girlfriend sees your encounter from afar and chooses to deal with your wrongdoing in her own way… but do you learn your lesson?

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ word count: 2k

You watched the numbers increase on the small screen above you. The elevator whirled up an extensive amount of floors and you could hear music and voices getting louder as you reached the top. To top it off, you had to listen to lousy jazz music all the way up.

The elevator jolted to a stop and the noise right outside of the doors indicated the size of the group waiting on the other side.

You inhaled deeply and adjusted your clothing nervously. This was the last party of the season and you were all but happy. Parties and holidays brought out the worst in Yelena and you were ready for them to be over. Parties in particular were a sore spot and she had been acting childish as of lately.

She was easily irritated, didn’t engage in conversation much, wanting to leave early, and most importantly—her jealousy was through the roof.

Recently there were new recruits who have been hanging around more and getting to know everyone. Yelena isn’t the friendly type, especially when it comes to other people talking to you. Of course, you were simply trying to be nice while Yelena thought of it as a threat.

You assumed tonight would be no different.

As the elevator doors eased open the sounds were almost deafening. You couldn’t tell if everyone’s voices or the music was louder, either way you had a difficult time adjusting from the tiresome elevator tunes.

You should’ve known that New Year’s Eve would be a hit at the Avengers Tower, but somehow you thought everyone would be down in Time Square observing the annual ball drop. It was only an hour until midnight so there was still time.

“Hey… y/n!”

You see a hand waving through the crowd but can’t quite make out who it is.

From in between two individuals, Peter emerges panting. “Hey! I was trying to get your attention, but it’s kinda hard with all these people.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Hey, Pete. How long have you been up here?”

“Well if you’re talking about how long I’ve been up here at the party, it’s been about 2 hours…if you’re talking about how long I’ve been up here in general…all day.”

“Peter, why on earth have you been up here all day?”

He scratches the back of his neck. “You see, Sam said—”

“That’s all I need to know,” you stopped Peter. “Anyway, have you seen Yelena around here at all?”

“Last time I saw her she was over by the bar.”

You tried to see over the mass of people crammed into the room, but it was no luck.

“Damn, there’s too many people to tell. Thanks anyways, Pete.”

You slithered past sweaty bodies to make your way over to the bar in hopes of finding Yelena there. Even after all that work, Yelena was nowhere near the bar, but there was another friendly face waiting there.

“Hey, Kate,” you greeted her.

Kate smiled back with warm cheeks. “What’s up!”

“Not much,” you responded while sitting down on the stool next to her, “just enjoying another party.”

“You sound entirely enthusiastic about it, I can see,” Kate says.

“Oh yeah, I just live for these parties. I’m definitely not tired of them after the last 5 we’ve had.”

“I’m going to agree with you on that.”

You asked the bartender for a drink to pass the time as you sat with Kate.

“How have you been liking the tower?” you asked Kate as you sipped your drink.

“It’s definitely a change of pace. Working independently out on the field versus being here with the Avengers… it’s wicked cool!” Her excitement makes you smile, remembering the time when you first were recruited.

“Don’t get too excited, sometimes you miss working alone,” you chuckle.

There was an awkward silence after your last comment, which made you think that Kate might take it the wrong way. “Don’t get me wrong, I love working in teams, but sometimes independent work helps clear your mind.”

“Makes sense… does that have anything to do with Yelena?”

You jolt your head up. “Why do you say that?”

“Well, for one, Yelena is usually the only one you go out on missions with, and two, she’s staring at you like you killed Fanny.”

Your heart leaps into your throat as you turn to face the horror Kate warned you about. Kate wasn’t exaggerating. Yelena looked as if you had just committed the crime of the century.

“Is everything alright between the two of you?” Kate asked, apprehensively.

Your eyes never left Yelena while talking to Kate. “I’m not too sure now…I’m going to have to catch up with you later.”

You left Kate at the bar as you made your way over to Yelena’s watching eyes. The closer you got to her, the more your nerves overcame you. You weren’t sure what her problem was or what you did, and you didn’t want to suffer through the consequences of her anger—especially not tonight.

You were facing her now up close, letting the music pound into your eardrums while she slowly sipped on her drink. “Fun party, right?” Yelena yelled.

“Not really.” You stared at her once again, hoping she might elaborate on her previous death stare.

“No? Hmm, that’s too bad, I’m having a great-”

“Yelena, cut the act.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“That’s a fucking lie and you know it.”

“I don’t know anything.” She smirked, but not the good kind of smirk. It was the kind of smirk where you know you had either fucked up or she did something awful.

“What did you do?” you asked.

“I didn’t do anything.” Her emphasis gave you all the clues you needed.

“Then what did I do?”

Yelena didn’t answer. She kept standing there taking small, occasional sips of her drink, almost as if the conversation was just as meaningless as the party.

“Yelena, I’m not doing this here.”

“Well, then let’s find somewhere else to do it then.”

You didn’t like her attitude at all, but you also didn’t want to leave the conversation unfinished. You looked around behind Yelena to see one of the many hallways they could sneak off to. You grabbed Yelena’s hand and pulled her down the hallway into a room.

“Is this satisfactory for you?” you asked, matching her attitude.

Yelena looked around the closet you managed to find. “It’s a bit small, but-”

“Oh, would you stop it!”

“No!” Yelena placed her hand firmly around your neck, slamming you against the closet door. “You stop it!”

You looked at her in shock. This wasn’t to say that this gesture was out of the ordinary from Yelena, but it was her ability to shut down so quickly that took you by surprise.

“You’ve been acting like a little slut lately,” she sternly said. Yelena could tell you were confused by her accusation. “Aw, you need help remembering how you embarrassed daddy?”

You tried to move your head forward to release Yelena’s right grip from your neck. “Yelena-” you started, but your head was pressed against the door once again.

“Don’t you know you don’t get to talk to other girls?” She moved her lips closer to your ear. “Don’t you know you’re mine, baby?” she whispered so delicately into your ear, your hair standing on edge.

Kate.

Yelena must have seen the realization written all over your face. You had been cutting it up with Kate while you were waiting to find Yelena. Little did you know, Yelena had been observing the two of you for a short time.

“Yelena, it’s not what it looks like,” you whispered.

“Oh, it’s not? Because it looked like you were interested in messing around with someone else, hmm?”

“No, that's not-”

“Ah ah,” she tuts. “I don’t want to hear excuses, baby…prove it to me.”

Your chest tightened. “Prove… what?”

Yelena smirked at you while her hand traced down the front of your frame. Her fingers ever so delicately slipped under the band of your pants.

“Yelena…” You could tell there was no stopping her from what she aimed to get from you.

“I want you,” she started, pausing while pushing her fingers past the barrier of your underwear, “to prove I’m yours.”

You were eye to eye now. Yelena’s eyes hung lazily with lust and revenge. She wanted to make you squirm… make you pay for how you made her feel.

She started rubbing gently against your clit, just enough to tease you. “Say it… ‘I’m yours.’”

“Yelena, please…”

“Say it!” she said, getting impatient. Her mouth was brushing against your ear, her breath hot against your skin. She bit your ear gently, hoping that you would make any kind of noise to grab her attention.

“I-I’m yours,” you whispered.

“That’s not loud enough, I can’t hear you.” With her words she picked up pace.

“I’m yours,” you moaned. You grabbed onto the wall in preparation for your legs to give out very soon. You even found yourself moving your hips against Yelena’s hand, your body craving her touch even more.

But you were angry with her. You were angry that Yelena was angry over nothing. This wasn’t unusual, which was the frustrating part, but you couldn’t help but drown in pleasure. Though it wasn’t Yelena’s intention to put you in a better mood, it was working either way.

“Such a good girl riding my fingers for me, but I want you to keep going. You can’t cum until I tell you to, baby.” The more she edged you on it only made you come closer to the edge.

In addition, you suddenly became aware of how loud you were being. You gained consciousness and were afraid everyone could hear you.

What if they notice you’re gone? What if they heard you? Or worse… What if they find you?

Your brain began scrambling. You couldn’t focus on the present, only what lies beyond the small closet the two of you were tucked behind.

Yelena could tell you were antsy, which only caused her more grief. Her other hand that was placed firmly on your hip tightened. She was keeping you in place so there was nowhere for you to run.

“I didn’t tell you to stop; keep talking,” she demanded. “I want you to scream my name loud enough to forget hers.”

The anger you were feeling started to melt away into only an ecstasy of pleasure. You couldn’t resist the way she felt against you, and you couldn’t possibly turn her away now.

“I’m yours,” you responded for her.

“That’s a good girl, but you’re going to need to be louder if you really mean it.”

“I’m yours!”

“There you go, pretty girl. I knew you could do it.” Her words went straight to your head, sending you farther into a daze. Your previous fear of your closet endeavors being seen had faded away, now all that was left was you and Yelena.

“You getting close, baby?”

She knew you so well. Your legs were quivering, your breathing was erratic, and your nails were digging deeper into the back of Yelena’s neck.

“I know you’re so close, but I need to hear you,” she begged of you.

“Please, Yelena,” you whined. “I’ll be good.”

“Aw, will you baby? Have you learned your lesson?”

“Y-yes.”

“Then show me…cum baby.”

“Oh, Yelena!”

You came undone per her command. You tried to cover your mouth to muffle the sounds that could be heard outside the door, but Yelena quickly swatted your hand away. She wanted everyone to know you were hers.

After you calmed down, you tried your best to support yourself on your weak legs. You opened your eyes to meet Yelena’s piercing stare. You definitely felt better but you could tell that Yelena wasn’t completely satisfied.

You had lost track of time until you heard the large crowd outside the door counting down to midnight. Of course you expected a kiss from Yelena for the occasion, but instead you watched her wipe her fingers on her pants and head out of the door.

You were suddenly left alone as the celebration outside continued. You leaned against the door and slid down until you reached the bottom. As you sat there, you wondered what possible lesson Yelena could be teaching you by leaving you alone at the top of the New Year.

//

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𝐀 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → fluffy fluff, Flash

Summary → You forgot your sports bra for gym class but Peter is there to save the day.

The sun peeked over the rooftops of Midtown High School, casting a warm glow over the students gathered outside for gym class. Today’s challenge: a run through the vibrant streets of New York City. The gym teacher, Mr. Wilson's whistle blew, and students took off, their sneakers pounding against the pavement.

You sighed as you began to walk quickly rather than run. You had forgotten your sports bra that morning, and each step sent a painful reminder through your chest. Running was out of the question. You were used to pushing through discomfort, but today it felt especially hard.

Noticing your slower pace, Peter, your ever so loving and slightly overprotective boyfriend, quickly fell into step beside you. At 5 feet 8 inches, with a lean but strong frame, Peter was effortlessly athletic. His brown curls bounced as he jogged lightly, a bright smile on his face. “Come on, baby, I know you can run faster!” He encouraged, his tone sweet and full of energy.

You couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, even as you winced with each step. “Peter, I—” you started, but before you could finish, MJ and Betty slowed down to join you.

MJ smirked knowingly. “You’re completely oblivious, aren’t you, Parker?”

Betty giggled. “Seriously, Peter, you need to pay more attention.”

Peter, puzzled, looked from one girl to the other, his brows furrowing. “What? What do you mean?” He asked, genuinely concerned as he turned to you.

Before you could answer him, Flash Thompson, Midtown’s resident bully and Peter’s longtime enemy, jogged up to the group with a smirk. “What’s the holdup, Parker? Too busy fawning over your girlfriend to keep up?”

Peter sighed but didn’t respond to the teasing, as usual. Flash had been picking on him since middle school, and while the jabs had lessened over time, they still stung occasionally. But Peter wasn’t one to fight back with words. Instead, he focused on you, his concern overriding any annoyance he might have felt toward Flash.

You, on the other hand, gave Flash a flat look. “I’m fine, Flash. Just taking it easy today.”

Flash shrugged, his smirk growing as he looked at you. “You know, Y/n, you could always ditch Parker and upgrade to someone who can carry you the whole way. I’ve got the muscles for it,” he teased, flexing for effect.

MJ rolled her eyes, while Betty stifled a laugh. “Oh, please, Flash. As if she’d ever trade Peter for you,” MJ quipped, crossing her arms.

Flash feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. “You wound me, Michelle. But I’m nothing if not persistent.”

You shook your head, smiling despite yourself. Flash could be a pain, but he had his moments. “I’ll pass, but thanks for the offer.”

Peter, finally catching on to the situation, turned back to you. “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you running?” He asked, concern deepening in his voice.

You bit your lip, feeling a little embarrassed but touched by his worry. “It’s just… I forgot my sports bra, Pete. Makes running a bit of a challenge, and my boobs are sore because I'm nearing my period,” you explained softly, motioning to your chest.

Realization dawned on Peter’s face, his eyes widening. “Why didn’t you say anything before?” His voice was laced with concern. “What can I do to help?”

You shook your head, giving him a gentle smile. “There’s nothing you can really do right now, babe. I just have to push through and get it done.”

Peter frowned deeply, clearly not satisfied with that answer. He paused, his mind racing for a solution. Suddenly, his face lit up with an idea. “I’ve got it! Just hop on my back!” He exclaimed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Flash, standing nearby, raised an eyebrow. “Seriously, Parker? You’re going to carry her all the way back? Good luck with that.”

MJ rolled her eyes again, unimpressed. “Like you could do any better, Flash.”

Betty, beside her, giggled. “Honestly, it's adorable.”

Peter, unfazed by Flash’s teasing, crouched down in front of you, his grin wide. “Get on, Y/n/n. Let’s show them how it’s done.”

You hesitated for a moment, still unsure, but the warmth in Peter’s eyes convinced you. Carefully, you climbed onto his back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he stood up, adjusting to your weight with ease. He started walking again, this time carrying you effortlessly, a determined look on his face.

As you guys continued the route, more than a few students turned to watch, some with amused smiles, others with light chuckles. Ned jogged over, his face beaming with delight. “You two are so cute! I’ve got to get this on video,” he said, pulling out his phone.

Flash, jogging beside them, couldn’t resist one last jab. “Don’t drop her, Parker. She might realise she could’ve had the real deal instead,” he teased, but there was no real malice in his tone.

Peter just smiled, too focused on you to let Flash’s words bother him. “I won’t drop her. She’s too important to me.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling your heart swell with affection. “You’re crazy, you know that?” You murmured, but there was no mistaking the warmth in your voice.

“Crazy about you,” Peter replied with a wink.

When you guys finally made it back to the school, Peter gently let you down, his face flushed with exertion but his smile as bright as ever. “See? Told you we could do it!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a wave of affection wash over her. “Yeah, we did.” You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips, making him blush even more. “Thanks, Pete. You’re the best.”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Anything for you, babe.”

As you walked back into the school together, hand in hand, you couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, forgetting your compression bra hadn’t been such a bad thing after all.

MJ, watching them with a soft smile, shook her head. “He’s such a dork.”

“But it's cute, though,” Betty added with a grin.

Flash, trailing behind, called out, “Hey, Parker! Don’t think this means you’ve won or anything. I’ll get my chance with Y/n one day!”

Peter just laughed, shaking his head. “Whatever you say, Flash.”

And as the bell rang, signalling the end of gym class, the group of friends headed inside, their laughter echoing through the halls. It was just another day at Midtown High, but for you, it was a reminder of how lucky you were to have someone like Peter—someone who would always carry you through the tough times, in more ways than one.

‎∗ ࣪ ˖༺ 𓆩☆𓆪 ༻˖ ࣪ ∗

[missmarveledsblog]

Rooster's girl ? (Jake Seresin x reader )

Summary : When the dagger squad come to roosters place, they meet a woman who leaves them all conflicted but this time more so than ever and Jake is an unexpected knight in shining armour

warning : goofy fun and misreading situations

A look at the clock and a groan seeing a peak of the sun outside , the banging on the door was what did it . a growl and huff pulling herself from the bed knowing who it was , her roommate and basically brother forgotten his stupid keys and was coming home after a one night stand . insult muttered as she pulled the door open and it wasn't the face of her roommate at all it was a couple faces staring at the annoyed and well still half asleep woman .

" shit pretty girk sorry i was just about to" rooster burst out of his room trying to pull his pants up .

" roo i love you with all my heart but if i get woken up because of you well we are going to have a problem y'all come in" she said before heading into the kitchen leaving them completely confused and well slightly concerned because it wasn't two nights ago rooster was leaving with a different woman and the one that stood before seemed way too comfortable to be another one night stand and the whole love thing through the loop.

" I'm sorry I'll get you your favourite dinner tonight"he called into the kitchen .

" yeah ok bye" she growled before heading the same direction that was his bedroom not realising hers was down the hall but the tall brunette's frame blocked that only to fuel their speculation.

" Ready," he asked as they wordlessly nodded.

Walking into the hanger, Mav stood arms crossed .

" You guys are very quiet this morning" rooster commented before walking to Mav

" we all thinking the same thing" fanboy asked.

" that our friend is a disgusting man pig , well then yes" phoenix sighed.

" I mean jakes, not even that bad" bob spoke up. " hey" hangman exclaimed.

" he's not wrong but we can't condone this" phoenix shook her head before they walked over to the two men who where in there own conversation.

" she not a happy camper this morning i wasn't expecting a response at 6 am" mav chuckled .

" yeah i'll grab her food on way home" bradley shook his head knowing he was definitely going to pay for waking y/n pretty girl mitchell up.

" actually she's agreed to work a shift for penny tonight at the hard deck so all i can say is good luck" Mav laughed.

" who's working in the hard deck?" coyote asked. " pretty girl met her earlier , i'm so screwed" bradley gulp heading for his jet only adding fuel to their fire.

" so ready to get started we gotta train the new recruits and school trip too so no leaving keys in the jets and leave the female teacher alone" Pete looked to hangman and rooster before he headed off knowing he was going get ready to lead the tour.

" so how long you been living with ?" phoenix asked.

" oh six weeks now" he answered easily checking over his equipment.

" how long you know her?" fanboy asked.

" my whole life" he chuckled.

" asshole" phoenix muttered walking toward her own jet.

" what her problem" he asked confused.

" she doesn't mind the one night stand or does she even know about them?" bob took over the line of questioning.

" once i don't forget my keys its good" bradley quirked his brow.

" she's hot as hell" jake smirked high fiving a confused bradley .

The whole day bradley wondered what was up phoenix's ass but boy was he happy to head to the hard deck knowing he definitely need a beer or ten after day he had . only his smile faltered when he walked in remembering who exactly it was behind the bar.

" hey roo" she sang almost a cruelty only siblings could possess.

" i'll pay your rent for two months and get you your favourite foods all week but for heaven sake don't make me suffer more after the day i've had" he almost pleaded as she stood tapping her chin almost thinking it over.

" nah it's cool i heard you had an adventure today so i'll let it slide this time" she went to give him the beer only to pull it back making him whine like a child. " just this time though next time i will shave that stache off your face" she finally handed the bottle to him .

" you're not that cruel" he fake gasped.

" oh you underestimate how low i can go roo" she cooed as the rest of the dagger squad walked in .

" well hello again" she smiled warmly to the group .

" hey there" phoenix smiled uneasy not knowing what to do whether to tell the new girl or be loyal to her friend.

" sorry i wasn't really much of a good host this morning so what can i get y'all it's on me" she beamed.

" no really no need" fanboy swallowed hard as they all felt some sort of guilt to the girl thinking their friend was doing them dirty .

" i insist my mama would kick my ass if i didn't , well if she was alive" she winced. Only then they gave their drink offers before heading to their usual spot near the pool tables . all quiet as rooster drank away talking away to some woman who didn't hid her intentions while hangman was amongst the quiet ones eyes locked on the angel behind the bar not understanding what rooster was playing at . if he had a girl like her in his life well damn all other women would be non existent unless it was just a friendship . her smile lit up the whole damn bar , he notice she even got some of the older gentlemen laughing and smiling, he also noticed how she was polite but never engaged in the flirtatious manner of his fellow navy brothers or civilians in the bar.

" screw it i'm telling her" was all phoenix said before running to the bar before anyone could say it.

" hey guys i'm out" rooster smirk woman on his arm.

" oh he is shameless."

" oh hey natasha right?" pretty girl smiled.

" yeah hey i don't know how to say this and bradshaw is my friend but you don't deserve this but he's been seeing other women" she blurted out just as rooster approached to pay his bill the woman trailing behind him .

" wait what" pretty girl head tilted.

" sorry but i had to tell you , i had to tell her bradley you can't be cheating on your girl" nat spat.

" wait what the fuck , go home by yourself" the woman scoffed walking out leaving the two confused.

" you think?" " what girl" she and bradley said same time.

" I don't have a girl" " i wouldn't date him" they said again leaving nat confused.

" hey honey hows the shift going" Pete walked in .

" great dad be with you in a second" she called now catching the rest of the squads attention .

" she like my sister i'm not dating her" rooster finally explained .

" i wouldn't date him" y/n said again .

" i'm a catch excuse you, look she's my roommate and since it causing me future hook ups , guess i better clear the air but mainly because .." rooster began to explain.

" hello sweet heart names jake" hangman held his hand out.

" well that" rooster rolled his eyes.

" i know you said that already" her head tilted in confusion before heading down to her dad.

" so why do she sleep in your room ?" .

" her room is past mine" he sighed knowing his date for the night was long gone.

" she's Mav's daughter , why the pet name? '' Bob asked. '

' cause she got a call sign as a kid from all my dad and Mav's friends " rooster chuckled .

" is Mav scared" mickey turned their attention to their superior currently looking like a child being scolded .

" She is scary," Bradley shook his head. What turned from a misunderstanding quickly turned into the best news for Jake seresin who seemed to bewitched by the force that was y/n pretty girl Mitchell .

Half way through the night penny came and relieved her from the duty behind the bar so she took to joining the dagger squad.

" well who's up for pool" she asked brightly.

" no don't , she is crazy good" bradley warned as she glared.

" little old me i doubt that" she smirked.

" where hell you from you sound more southern then hangman" bob chuckled.

" well texas i grew up mostly their and spent summers with my dad til my mama died since my dad was being shipped all over place my grandma took me in" she explained picking up the cue.

" i'll play you darling" the blonde stood taking the cue in his hand eyes locked on her .

" i tried to warn you " bradley held his hands up . " lets go bagman" she winked getting ready to take her shot . when she did although he didn't show it , found her even more impressive and for once wasn't all too cut up if he lost either. He watched as she expertly potted the ball only a small fumble that gave him a chance to get it. He wasn't really paying attention to the game but more so the women playing , her playful banter or the laugh that made his hear swell . she had him wrapped around her little finger and didn't even know it.

" and game" she chuckled .

" i warned you" bradley chuckled.

" fair game darling" jake smiled holding his hand out for her to shake.

" thanks hangman" she smiled brightly shaking it. " ok i'm going to get a drink anyone else want one" she asked to which the shook their heads . little did they know she was on a mission feeling slightly bad for the lost date before she did notice bradley eyes flicker to the woman at the bar. Deciding she would help her basically brother/ best friend out. She stood near to the girl so close one bump would collide the two making it a perfect opening and to her luck it did. " hey sorry about that" she turned faux concern all over her face.

" no no it's ok not your fault" the woman laughed .

" let me get you a drink say sorry and i'll let you get back to your friends" pretty girl pulled penny over doing just that.

" you didn't need to do that really and im here alone friends ditch long ago" she smiled awkwardly.

" well you can join me and my friends , those guys over there , names y/n they call me pretty girl although i'm not navy like them though" she chuckled.

" i don't wanna impose or interrupt your night also my names jess" the woman extended her hand .

" well then jess your my friend so your not interrupting anything plus it's meat fest over there need more females to show this guys we rule" she giggled leading the girl over .

" guys this is jess my new friend , jess this is fanboy , phoenix , bob , rooster , payback , coyote and hangman" she smiled pointing each internally cheering when jess's eyes lingered on rooster.

" please sit" bradley smiled almost shoving coyote out of the seat beside him .

" So what do you do Jess?" phoenix asked softly .

" School teacher well kindergarten teacher" she smiled .

" oh you are good, '' Jake whispered in her ear.

" i got a gift is all '' she smirked seeing the two chatting away .

" his eyes have not left hers all night" he chuckled.

" well not going to get anywhere looking is he" she leaned up whispering in his ear , maybe she did have the awareness of the effect on him . " lets see how this plays out" she winked before reentering the conversation .

" hey you and your boyfriend are so cute together" jess smiled.

" he wishes" phoenix laughed .

" we're not dating " jake shoot his head as she copied.

" wait shit really they" jess giggled.

" come on hangman i'm hungry" she laughed pulling him out of the bar completely .

"we sure they're not together"bob laughed.

" not yet" rooster snorted seeing the horrified look on Mav's face seeing his little girl leaving the bar with one and only hangman .

" darling i hate to tell you not many places open for food" he chuckled.

" there is come on" she pulled his hand as they walked down the street. It wasn't until ten minute journey they came across a food truck .

" pretty girl i was wondering when i'd see that beautiful face again" the man at counter called.

" hey paul i could never stay away" she giggled as jake followed behind.

" who is this tall drink of water" paul winked.

" jake this is paul , paul this is jake , paul makes the best food in san diego and jake is a flying machine" she smiled .

" ok so tacos fries and bacon deluxe for pretty girl and for the pretty boy?" paul chuckled.

" i'll have same thanks sir" jake nodded.

" call me paul please" he shook his head.

" this is gonna change your life paul is magic with his hands" she took see on bench near the truck as they waited .

" how you find this place" he asked softly .

" well i used to work nightshift , i'm actually a nurse main reason i came here , i got transferred and well Paul has been my saving grace for the first month I was here now I am doing day shifts" she shook her head.

"So not following into your old mans footprint huh?" he asked .

" hell no plus i'd be in his shadow it would drown me plus i love what i do" .

" so if i'm hurt i come to you?" he winked .

" yeah i'll fix your boo boo's" she giggled as paul called them.

" ready to have your life changed" she pulled him up by his hand only this time intertwined their fingers and silent victory when she didn't pull away even though he was sure his palms were sweating. They chatted away as they ate telling each other everything and anything they could just to keep the night going . even after jake walked her home knowing her and bradley's place wasn't that far to his disappointment . only when they walked in both stood frozen at the sight of rooster bare ass and the womans legs around his waist before leaving closing the door loudly .

" you wanna come to mine i can take the couch" he chuckled as her face was still in horror .

" i'll take the couch and look online for a new one" she winced as particularly loud moan came through the door making the two run away like children.

" god what is wrong with me" she thought wondering how this man had such an effect on her.

She could help the shyness that took over when they walked into jakes realising she didn't have clothes to sleep in .

" hey i have some clothes i could give you might be big though" he chuckled handing her a beer .

" yeah please that would be great".

" least your matchmaking worked" that damned smile of his.

" oh yeah bit too well i'm traumatised , must be special one to bring her to our home" she took a long gulp mouth going dry at how jake's leg brushed her own .

" hey you listening" he asked smug smirk on his face.

" no what where you saying" she asked face flushing .

" jesus rooster really did traumatised you" he snorted not realising he was the one on her mind although she wouldn't be able to get the fact of rooster bare ass out of her head anytime soon.

" ok let me get those clothes , so we can chill out for rest of the night" he said almost disappointed to leave her presence . which having her in his clothes probably was the worse thing to do watching how she belonged in his space , how it was perfect or maybe flying all these year has finally made his brain turn to mush . and for first time he was content sitting with the woman , enjoying her presence without expecting more . The domestic side to it all made him realise it was something he was definitely missing or was it the woman .

" very much" she lied easily what was she going to do tell him the truth of how bad she wanted to kiss that chiselled adonis man before her.

" i was saying it was nice tonight you come hard deck more" he smile except no smugness to it was like a genuine smile one she felt was her favourite .

What was worse was when he woke up banging on his door only to see dagger squad including rooster who was smiling so wide the man was surely going to spilt his cheeks.

" hey give this to pretty girl" he winked handing over the bag of clothes .

" i can get it" she came to view not caring she ditched the sweats during the night . " We got to stop meeting like this" she added walking back to jakes room .

" you didn't" phoenix gasped.

" no i didn't i stayed on sofa since chicken was busy on their one" he rolled his eyes as he let them in .

" wait you guys saw that" rooster smiled not even ashamed.

" oh we got a beauty shot" pretty girl called out . " yeah she was looking up new sofa's last night" jake laughed.

" so knight in shining armour was all that happened" .

" yeah i'm not a complete dog jesus" he said more quietly.

" well hangman thanks for the bed for the night i need to get back to ours grab my car so i can get to work" she called rushing out the door already late for work.

" i'll get dressed and we'll go" jake said almost disappointed til he walked in seen the folded paper on the bed .

" call me" was written on the note along with her number . he could help smile nor put the number into his phone embarrassingly fast. Already texting to meet up again something he definitely hasn't done in such a long time . He felt like a teenager with how he felt all this not his usually cocky manner of asking a girl out. But he was damned sure he was going to get his date  , he was going to get the girl .

[bongolia]

Oh no! Kidnapped!

Bill

Been there, done that

This time the kidnappers are real and genuinely want to cause him harm

He either freaks out because he’s done this before, or acts all tough as he brags about surviving a kidnapping before

Rage baits the kidnappers before getting brutally beat 

Realizes that this is nothing like his previous kidnapping

He’s a little maniac that can hold his own though so he threatens to kill them

Just absolutely screaming and thrashing around before they threaten to do something worse (waterboarding or something idk)

He still thrashes, but he’s resorted to grumbling

After the initial panic of being kidnapped he comes to his senses and realizes that he needs to go along with what they want if he wants to make it out alive

The kidnappers take his glasses, rendering him blind

They don’t really know him, but they do see his Batman shirt and stick with calling him Robin (don’t know his name, don’t care to ask)

Kidnappers try talking to him but he just curses at them instead

Josh

Crying as soon as he’s kidnapped

Absolutely wailing

They have to hit him over the head to get him to knock it off

It took five kidnappers to get him in the fan and hold him down long enough to make him unconscious 

He tries to offer them his limited edition comics and figures, promising that they’re worth good money

They don’t care

Him being fat is a focal point for the kidnappers

They poke him in his tummy and oink at him anytime he speaks without permission

They make him eat food with his hands and he sleeps on the cold hard floor

He was bit by the kidnapper’s dog and now he has a gnarly scar on his shoulder

Josh just let’s them beat him until he came to the realization that he’s stronger than them

One day there’s only two of the men, and he just kinda bulldozes through them and runs away (waddles)

He acts all tough and stuff to the news reporters knowing damn well he was a big ole baby during that time

Pete

Good fucking luck dude

I’m surprised that those kidnappers even want him bro

He broke through their skin

Yk those gloves you wear when dealing with rodents so they can’t bite you? Those guys needed to buy them and try again another night

Once they got Pete they had bonk him over the head with a bat multiple times before he stopped thrashing and screaming

At some point he almost got one of their knives

Let’s say, theoretically, they got Pete in their basement (realistically they didn’t)

Pete is tied up against a metal pole down there, he refuses to eat or sleep which only fuels his manic tendencies 

Anytime the kidnappers tried antagonizing him they got a slur of cuss words and threats their way

The issue was that they did not find them amusing like they did with Bill since Pete has escaped his bondage multiple times, attacking them

Eventually he was put in chains and a padlock which he relentlessly slammed against the metal pole, making a loud sound across the first floor right above it

They end up letting him go once he somehow bit through them too

On the agreement that he wouldn’t kill them (him being let go is the only reason they continue to live life)

Only referees to them as those bitchass kidnappers when talking about them

Jerry

Poor guy didn’t even know what to do

He just froze up, not moving or talking

It didn’t take much to get him down, it was catching him that was the issue

speedy ass bitch

he didn’t fight back or yell or anything, just kinda took it so he didn’t get hurt

He didn’t cry as much as Josh, just some teary eyes and maybe an additional, 5 minute cry sesh

He was very quiet the whole time, very obedient 

The kidnappers thought he’d stay like that once he was in the basement but man were they wrong

Jerry just stayed curled up in the corner

He took every kick and insult that they threw at him with silence, not moving or speaking even if ordered to do so

The day before he was kidnapped he was sending people to harass some guy on COD, so the dude tried sending the swat team to Jerry’s house

Got the kidnapper’s house instead

Wow he was saved due to his bitchass internet trolling

His mother didn’t let him go anywhere alone for months afterwards, forced him to at least be with a friend (he gladly followed through with that)

End post.

[dailyanimatronics]

[ID: a drawing of pete thornsberry from the hard luck bears, a black bear wearing a yellow shirt uniform with red accents. he's smoking a cigar. /end ID]

ive been consuming a ridiculous amount of hlb content

[hotheadedhero]

The Velvet Weaver - Part 2

AN: I have been at this for too long but IT'S FINALLY HERE HOORAH! Enjoy whilst I go lay down

Part 1

Michelangelo x Reader

Warnings: none other than a cheesy ending that almost made me vom from how cute it is, didn't proofread either so there may be some errors :')

The night at the pizzeria quiets down, that usual hum fading into a comforting silence as the dim lights cast long shadows across the empty tables. You settle into a corner booth, sliding your books out of your bag and flipping open the worn pages. Sometimes you wonder how many students have used these books before you but then you remember the reason you have them: you need to get your head in. It’s rare that you get a moment to focus on your studies, and the peaceful atmosphere seems to wrap around you like a warm blanket as you work. The minutes melt away as you scribble notes and highlight key passages. You’re so engrossed that you barely notice when Pete strolls over, wiping his hands on a dish towel. He throws the towel over his broad shoulder and leans against the table, eyeing your work with a mixture of amusement and concern.

“Why don’t you get yourself home, kid?” And before you can object, he raises his hand. “We’re quiet tonight and I’d rather you study in the comfort of your own room. We got Kevin, and Tina’ll be here in five.” Again, you open your mouth to fight your case but he already starts packing your rucksack for you, damn near reaching for the broom. “Don’t make me give you the rat treatment.”

“You could never,” you mock gasp at him but finally yield, taking a stand with your bag. “Call me back in if it picks up, okay?”

“I will see you tomorrow.”

The man would have probably pushed you out the door if you hadn’t gotten out pronto. He puts up a hard front with these kinds of things but you find it sweet. God knows he’d quickly turn back to his gruff self were you to say, though. You step out into the cool, night spring air, not in a hurry to get home seeing as you have some unexpected time on your hands. There’s a novelty: free time. You shouldn’t think of it like that. This could be a massive opportunity; seize these extra hours you wouldn’t otherwise have. The question now is, how to make the most of it?

With a thought in mind, you pick up the pace. Just as you were in the pizzeria, you can do some serious catching up on those lectures you missed last week. It’s a miracle you haven’t been booted from college altogether considering the number of times you’ve either been late or completely absent from your lessons. Thank whoever’s in charge of handing out luck for bestowing you with such a forgiving teacher, and a decent ability to get away with doing coursework last minute.

You could weirdly thank the police, too. Since they’ve marked you - or better yet, The Velvet Weaver - as a “problematic person” in the community, they’ve been pulling all the stops to be at most crime scenes and dangers in anticipation of your presence. It’s a little backwards when you think about it - they should be ready, regardless - but you’ve been reaping the benefits. You can’t be everywhere at once and sometimes you can’t be there at all. It’s always a tough call to make but you know it’s the best way to mitigate your responsibilities. Otherwise, there’s no way you’d still be in school no matter how kind-hearted your professor is. 

As if to toy with your gratefulness, lady luck decides to make your evening’s plans for you. You round a corner, turning into Elizabeth Street to shortcut your route, still mulling over how you’ll manage your time when a crash pulls your attention. On instinct, you crouch behind a parked car and keep your ears sharp for anything that follows. Sure enough, on the neighbouring side of the street and just a couple of buildings down, the unmistakable sound of glass shatters through the air. You creep closer to the scene, squinting against the dim streetlight that flickers above. The front window of a jewellery store lies in shards at the feet of a small group of masked figures, their hands gloved and quick as they stuff their bags. The glint of gold and tiny treasures catches your eye and, for a moment, you’re paralysed by the sheer audacity of it all.

You know the woman who owns that shop, Margaret. She’s had it for as long as you’ve been alive, running it with her daughter - a quiet sort you used to eat with in high school - since her eyesight started degrading a few years ago. It isn’t often that you come across threats which make your stomach twist with anger but this is certainly one of those times. You can only hope these perps aren’t aware that they’re stealing from a blind woman. If they do, that only makes this so much worse.

There’s no chance of the police coming to help this small, independent business of honest people; they don’t have the money for a new silent alarm since the last one broke. Maybe these criminals know that, too. Your cheeks puff up against the crushing reality of the situation. This was planned. There are many bigger, more profitable jewellery stores within ten blocks of where you are, yet they decide to hit this one because it’s vulnerable.

Your feet move first, steps ahead of your mind, running on intuition. This isn’t just about the stolen jewels; it’s about Margaret’s livelihood, her legacy. Everything in that shop is a homage to the countless adventures she and her late husband went on in their glory days, sometimes just small glories she finds and repurposes in her spare time. It’s all she has and the poor woman has to sell it just to make ends meet in this city. The thought of these scumbags quite literally robbing her blind sickens you.

You wrestle with your bag as you sprint around the side of the building. There’s no time to faff around with the whole costume. The mask and jumper will just have to do for now. You pry your thick goggles from the outside pocket and pull them over your head before tossing the entire bag into the air, slingshotting a net of web to stick it somewhere covert. Quietly, you scale the length of wall to the rooftop and tiptoe across the surface to the store’s skylight.

It’s an inward battle of control to not jump down there now and take these guys out but you’d rather not risk any damage to the shop. Instead, you watch through the overhead window, rushing through a quick plan in your head. It’s dark inside but the bodies of burglars are clear enough to make out their numbers. What you don’t expect to see is two more abnormally large figures bursting in through the back entrance. A double burglary? You might have your hands full on this one but, nevertheless, you’ll be ready should you need to be.

The prior group and this new pair don’t waste much time holding their ground, assumably fighting for the right to take what they want. They engage in a brawl amongst themselves - you hope they don’t break anything - allowing you to slip through the skylight and crawl across the ceiling. Whacks and the sounds of blades, along with some witty banter, ring below you as you slip off and cling to a corner. There’s a switch around here somewhere if you remember correctly.

One hand slides against the wall hurriedly and you flick the switch when you find it. As soon as the entire room is flooded with light, the scuffle comes to a complete halt. Your other hand is still pointed out, ready to fling another web at one of the figures, but even you’re stunned into a standstill. Are those… turtles… with weapons? Giant turtles with ninja weapons? Now all you can think is that you fell asleep in the pizzeria whilst doing your work and this is some crazy dream. That or you might have to ask Pete if that new shipment of parmesan is what it claims to be. The one with the orange mask and nunchucks has a spark of bewilderment in his eyes, frantically tapping the other turtle’s shoulder who looks far less impressed. “You seeing what I’m seeing?!” he asks enthusiastically and for a moment you swear you recognise the voice.

The one in blue tiredly agrees, dragging a hand over his face, whilst you need to backpedal on this one for a moment. Clearly, this situation is a lot more complicated than you thought it was going to be. Without addressing the elephant in the room - or in this case, the turtles - it would seem you have a little fan in your midst. Curious. Criminals are hardly fans of yours, that’s for certain, apart from this one kid who tried robbing a corner store just so she could meet you. She was nice. So then, who are these strange creatures?

Each one of you stares at one another in this Mexican standoff, silently wondering the other’s next move. All the while, you’re stuck in your own head trying to figure out what exactly is going on. Then, suddenly, like a lightbulb, you’re struck with a bolt of light and an idea. The mystery heroes. Is this them? Surely, it must be. It makes sense: the hidden identities, the fact that they only operate at night, those weird reports of ninjas and throwing stars being found around the city. These must be the obscure champions of New York City - you’d bet money on it. That being said, you still need to be sure. Remaining on the wall, you lean back and extend your arms forward with an exasperated breath, being mindful to try and disguise your voice a couple of tones lower.

“Okay, okay, just so we’re all on the same page.” You point to the group of thieves. “So, you guys are robbing this place.” Then, your other hand sticks out towards the turtles. “And you two are…?” “Here to stop them robbing the place.”

“Cool,” you click, your tongue snapping against the roof of your mouth as your hands clap together. “Glad we got that out of the way.”

And like a bell in the boxing ring, the fight continues, now with you in it. Yet, most of your attention is on making sure all of Margeret’s possessions are present and accounted for. You’re used to multitasking but having to avoid and dish out punches whilst also jumping from every side of the room to stop stuff from being knocked over is tiring. These bandits are better fighters than they look.

As you leap around, you can’t help but appreciate how this unexpected team-up is turning into a well-rehearsed dance of combat. Together, you create a flurry of movement, dodging and striking with precision. You throw a web at one of the thieves, ensnaring him just as he lunges for a display case. He lets out a yelp, crashing into a wall with a thud. The turtles are impressively showcasing their own skills in the battle, each remarking moves you’d love to incorporate yourself. The orange-masked turtle spins his nunchucks, expertly deflecting a knife aimed at him while the blue-masked one delivers a swift kick to another thug, sending him sprawling.

“Nice moves!” you shout as you launch yourself off a nearby wall, flipping over a pair of grappling thieves. You land in a crouch, eyes darting around for anything that might help you in this chaos.

“Thanks!” he replies, his excitement infectious despite the peril. “You too!”

“Focus, Mikey!” the blue one barks, and it sends you into a spin.

Wait. ‘Mikey’…?

Taking advantage of your distracted self, a thief lunges from behind and claws into the top of your mask, ripping it from your head. That’s a no-no. You fall onto your side and swing a leg out to knock him off his. He stumbles back and catches the crown of his head on the floor, effectively knocking him out cold. That’s another out of the way but you’re still compromised. Leaning forward, you keep your face pressed as far into your chest as you possibly can, arms extended out to grab the remaining two. You catch them with your webs, bring them into each other, and down to unconscious ground where they join their comrades. Whilst they may not have ascertained your identity, the damage is unfortunately already done. You slowly gaze up from your spread crouch, noting the pairs of blue eyes staring back at you, one questioningly, the other looking starstruck.

"Uh…” you awkwardly drone, “I don't know what the protocol is for revealing your secret identity so… hi?"

The slightly shorter one waves a limp hand out, trying to make a grab for his brother and missing him a few times as his eyes are still permanently glued to you. When he does eventually make contact with something - his arm - his palm taps at the skin, gradually picking up speed from its slow, sleep-like patting. The reality of his brother’s presence grounds him enough to realise that this isn’t a dream.

“It’s the pizza girl,” he murmurs dreamily.

The prior suspicion that had you lose your focus, to begin with, is confirmed, and then it whacks you upside the head. “Mike- Mikey?” 

The joint exchange of befuddled stares has the blue-clad turtle flitting between the two of you, deflating when realisation settles in. He isn’t an idiot. His brothers and himself have long caught on to the smitten eyes of the youngest, how they beam every time he leaves to pick up their pizza order. Raphael had even remarked once that, yeah, Mikey would fall in love with the pizza delivery girl. Funny how that same girl just so happens to be their resident vigilante and is standing right in front of them. Small world.

“Okay, let’s alert the cops and wrap this up,” Leo suggests, still watching you closely. “And then we should talk.”

“Talk?” you echo, a mix of excitement and apprehension bubbling inside you.

“Yeah, we’ve got a lot to discuss,” he elaborates, the seriousness in his tone hinting at something more significant than just a casual chat.

He’s not wrong you suppose. There’s a lot that needs to be talked about regarding new revelations. With that, you quickly web up the remaining thieves, binding their hands and feet together. You glance around the room, taking stock of the destruction but feeling a sense of pride for protecting Margeret’s shop. You’d hate to leave it in too much ruin but there also isn’t much time to spare until the authorities arrive to pick up the mess of thugs strung up at the centre of it all. A mental note will be made to make it up to her in the morning. As inconspiciously as possible, of course.

Sirens blare in the distance and that’s your cue to leave. The three of you make course to leave the shop promptly, wasting not another second, and exit the same way you came in, being sure to carefully replace the skylight’s window before dashing off from rooftop over rooftop. Two more figures - two more turtles! - come into view and they look between each other, perplexed by your addition, and before even one can open their mouth, you’re all whizzing past them.

“I’ll explain on the way,” the leader - you assume he’s the leader, he has an authoritarian quality to him - quickly states, not stopping to elaborate further. Not until they’re out of the danger zone, at least.

They share a glance before seemingly shrugging it off and following suit, joining in this silent trail to get to… wherever it is they’re taking you. If it isn’t just a safer location from where the heat is, perhaps it’ll be their home or a hidden land where more inhuman people reside. This feels like a foreboding moment before you find out about a secret civilisation of human-sized - bigger than your average human, actually - reptilian creatures living in the concave corners of New York. People would be quick to forget about you were they to discover such a thing.

Until that quandary is either proven or disproven, and unsurprisingly to his brothers, Mikey has his little list of conversation bites to fill the void - asking about your costume, complimenting your work; flits of conversation mostly falling on deaf ears, answered by an automated motion of your mouth. It’s difficult to focus when you’re still trying to wrap your head around all of this. Luckily, when the other three turtles deem it so, they all talk amongst themselves about what took place, giving you the space to mull everything over.

Without being rude, your eyes keep wandering over to orange. Every piece of information that would have otherwise left you confused now has a place to go: the unpopulated drop-off zones, the need to remain hidden, even the scrappy hunks of change you’d receive as payment - they all have an answer now. You’ll give it to yourself, you have a wild imagination but the reality puts all of your craziest assumptions to shame. The simple truth of the matter is that Mikey isn’t human and, yet, that isn’t entirely what you’re focusing on. There’s something disarming about his presence - he doesn’t feel like a stranger. Technically speaking, he isn’t. He keeps finding your short gazes and smiles with them, drawing on your lips and you’re rather glad to be back in your mask. You thought he was a charming devil with his words but the smirkish mouth they come from is no better.

Michelangelo is having to restrain his usual enthused go-get abrasiveness. Any self-control he’s had to practise in the face of a stray pizza box his brothers have hailed him to stay away from seems for nought in comparison to keeping his eyes away from you. He just can’t believe it. Sure, the unveiling of his favourite delivery girl being the famed Velvet Weaver is one thing but more than anything else, he can’t believe he actually gets to share in this proximity, the same field of vision, these glimpses you manage to catch with each other. Mask or not, your eyes are on him. You see him - that’s all he’s wanted this entire time. Now that he has it, he’s finding himself addicted to the small sparks of electricity when he feels you looking his way. That little fantasy of his came true, after all. He should wish for stuff more often.

Before long, you halt atop a tall building where the four congregate behind a large billboard, and for all the questions you want to ask, your first one ends up being, “So, I’m not sure how you guys operate or anything but how’d you know Margaret’s shop was in danger? ‘She got you on speed dial, or…?”

“Long story short, a couple of thugs tried to rob her last month,” the burliest of the four answers for you, getting straight to the point. “‘Cut the damn wires of the alarm and everything.”

This is when the lank-ish turtle adds to the mix. “Luckily, we just so happened to be in the area. She was in the building at the time… paid us thanks.”

Mikey slumps back with a fanciful smile and breathes out, “Those were the best cookies I ever had in my life.” She does make a mean chocolate chip, you know that much.

“That’s when I fitted in my very own alarm,” Purple continues, “just in case she had any more problems in the future.”

That answers more than your initial question but you’re mildly annoyed. Not once had Margaret alluded to their being a break-in, nor had you picked up on that being the case. The mutant situation being kept on the hush-hush isn’t a surprise but you can’t decide if that’s because of her lacklustre sightedness or if she thought she’d be named a crazy person for such tall tales. All she had said was that it had surpassed its warranty and she was awaiting a quote, along with the money itself, to get a new one. She never has been one for people worrying about her, has she? Silly woman. You wish she would have mentioned something about the true nature of it sooner, and, yes, you’re all too aware of the hypocrisy. Be quiet conscience.

“In that case, I’d like to personally thank you all for keeping an eye out for her.” You lift the mask from your face and let it rest atop your head, smiling across the small group. “It means a lot.”

Each one of them nods, some reciprocating the delight more than others, and this blue leader as you dubbed him takes a step forward. “Now, I’d like to get onto the matter at hand.” His arms fold over his chest as he looks you down and you can already hear the lecture long before he makes it. “Concerning what you’re doing - this game of ‘hero’ - it’s dangerous. Not everyone can handle this responsibility like we can.”

Responsibility. That’s precisely the reason to do all of this, the reason you even so much as considered becoming a vigilante after gaining your powers. You’d take some offence to how lightly he thinks you take this to be but you don’t take it past the clutched fist at your side. He doesn’t know you and you don’t know them. Not most of them, anywho.

You think your next words carefully, hoping to state your claim. “I think I’ve proven that I can hold my own.”

“That’s not the point-”

“And I know I’m relatively new to this whole hero thing, a solo act no less, but someone told me once that those with power are those with the most responsibility - the ones who actually have the ability to make a difference. This isn’t a game to me like you might think it is. I can’t stand by and let something happen knowing that I could have been there to stop it. The cops can’t be everywhere at once and it’s to my understanding that you all operate at night.” Your hands circle over themselves. “‘You see what I’m saying?” And then your lips stretch to the side sheepishly. “Besides, who’s to say we can’t arrange some kind of alliance?”

He doesn’t retort with anything right away, the full critique he had in mind stops short and you merely stare at each other. Leo almost hates to admit it but you’ve somewhat appealed to his ideals. His impression of you has been swayed. Not completely deterred seeing as he only has your word currently but there’s a shift, he can’t deny that. It isn’t without saying that their team hasn’t been slowly expanding since they started helping people up top, he supposes.

April and Casey have proven more than enough times that they can help and that’s without superhuman abilities like yourself. Hell, Vern has had his moments, too. Even the turtles’ co-existence with the police force has proven useful - comes with its perks. Plus, this way Leo can at least keep half an eye on you. He can already feel Mikey’s on him, silently pleading that he take you up on the offer. It’s not the worst-sounding idea in the world: an extra set of eyes would never go amiss, and should you start causing problems, at least they’d know where to look to put a stop to it.

His arms fall to his sides and his head drops to mull over the decision again before rising back up along with a hand. “Alright, but strictly business.”

Slowly, you grin a wide, elated grin and take his hand, a cheekiness settling in. “No promises.”

He squints when you wink up at him and already he’s regretting this. No take-backs. The choice has been made now. End of. When he retracts and flits his way back to his comrades, you suddenly become savvy to the presence that has managed to sneak up on you. You hadn’t even noticed the gradual shuffling in your direction until he was already beside you.

“Sooo~” Mikey’s hands clap together and he leans a smidge down to your level, shoulder angling towards you. “Since the cat is out of the bag, I was thinking we could catch a slice. You know, rooftop style. Maybe I could even show you more of those moves you liked so much. The night’s still young.”

The playful, cheshire grin on his face is contagious and you can’t help your own lips matching his. Even when he prefaces that this new alliance is a call for celebration, you think you can read between the lines and see the true intention. Who are you to deny that smile? And it isn’t as though there isn’t a lot more to learn about each other. Alright. You’ll bite.

“I like the sound of that,” you agree, stepping a few paces back as you pull your mask back over your face. “That is… if you think you can keep up.”

You grant him a quick salute as your body tips back from the ledge, reappearing in view when you slingshot and swing from one building to another. Wow. What a woman. His initial bedazzled gaze lowers into competitiveness and he runs forward, leaping off with an exclaimed cheer despite his eldest brother’s best efforts to call him back.

“Oh, you are so on, babycakes!”

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Billy Butcher fic! H/c with a lot of c a bit of fluff and just a minute of soft!Billy for fun! 18+

“It ain’t an insult, ya know. Callin’ ya princess. Think of it like…what’s that story…Beauty and the Beast.” He gestured to himself on the word ‘beast’ and she turned to face him. She couldn’t help grinning.

“You have a talking tea cup hidden somewhere in that coat?” she teased him, her eyes shining as she stepped closer. 

He reached out to her, sliding his hand around her waist beneath her robe and tugging her closer. “No, but I can make some magic if ya like. Just say the word.”

“Hmm,” Addison hummed. Such a bastard.  

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Part 37

As soon as she turned the shower off the next evening she heard his heartbeat. She stepped out, drying off quickly and pulling on her nightgown and robe before she went out to the living room. 

Butcher was standing by her big glass windows, scrolling through something on his phone and she watched him for a second before she spoke up. He looked good, no cuts or bruises, no scowl, but still there was something weighing heavy on him, she could tell. Something besides Ryan, and..and the other stuff.

“Hey,” she murmured softly, rounding the high counter to go into the open kitchen. 

“‘Ello, princess,” he looked up and turned toward her, stuffing his phone in his pocket. 

Addison grabbed a tea kettle, filling it with the filtered water from her fridge. “You’re never going to stop with that are you.”

“You’re wearin’ a French silk robe, sunshine. It looks more expensive than my whole apartment.”

Addison bristled. “I’m…sure that’s not true. Anyway, I have sensitive skin,” but her lips quirked when he caught her gaze with a cheeky grin. “And I bought it for myself for my birthday. When I didn’t get anything else, you know,” she lifted her brow. 

“Aye,” he winced, “sorry, love.”  He came into the kitchen, leaning against the counter while he watched her turn the stove on. “It ain’t an insult, ya know. Callin’ ya princess. Think of it like…what’s that story…Beauty and the Beast.” He gestured to himself on the word ‘beast’ and Addison turned to face him. She couldn’t help grinning.

“You have a talking tea cup hidden somewhere in that coat?” she teased him, her eyes shining as she stepped closer. 

He reached out to her, sliding his hand around her waist beneath her robe and tugging her closer. “No, but I can make some magic if ya like. Just say the word.”

“Hmm,” Addison hummed. Such a bastard.  

He seemed to take that as word enough and he added his other hand into the mix, curling his strong fingers around her hip and pulling her against him. He dipped his head, pressing his mouth to hers and she sighed softly as she easily gave in to his kiss. His scent filled her senses, his beard tickling her skin and she made some soft little sound that made him press her closer but she pulled away again almost immediately. 

“Oi,” he protested. 

Addison searched his dark eyes. “Just checking. I thought you might turn into a prince,” she whispered, grinning up at him. 

He shook his head. “Sorry, princess, still a right bastard.”

“Ah well…”

He captured her lips again and she reached up to twine her arms around his neck but the tea kettle whistled and he had to reluctantly let her go.

“Tea?”

“Sure,” he answered. 

“Any luck finding Mindstorm?” she asked carefully, pulling two cups down from the cupboard.

“Not a bit,” Billy answered and secretly she felt a swell of relief. Mindstorm was unpredictable and terrifying. She wasn’t sure Billy even understood how much. 

They curled up on the couch together and Addison put on an old movie. When she was done with her tea she set it aside and Billy lifted his arm to draw her against him, her head against his shoulder. When he started running his fingers through her hair all hope of staying awake left her.

Halfway through the movie she had fallen deep asleep against him. She only woke up again when he scooped her up in his arms to carry her into the bedroom. 

“Mmm,” she half-protested sleepily. “I’m too heavy now.”

Billy scoffed. “Don’t be daft. You’re perfect, love. I can carry ya both.”

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It was the very next night, Addison was woken up by Billy climbing into her bed in the middle of the night again. She flicked her gaze to the bedside clock. Two am. She couldn’t help a little flutter of…relief? Joy? …whatever it was - that he had come back another night in a row, even if she was annoyed at being woken. 

He climbed in the bed slowly at least, lifting the heavy blankets and trying not to jostle her, but it was of no use. 

Addison smiled to herself and made a soft little noise, shifting lazily. She couldn’t help teasing him. “Mmmmm,” she breathed. “Joe, is that you?”

Butcher froze and she could just see him rolling his eyes in the darkness as he huffed at her and flopped down on the bed, yanking the comforter dramatically. “You think you’re a real comedian, dontcha?” he grumbled.

Addison chirped happily, but then he slid his hand over her waist and it was freezing, making her yelp.

“Come warm me up now, love, to make up for that, yeah?”

Addison laughed quietly and he dragged her body into the curve of his, her back pressing to his chest. Though his hands were cold the rest of him was warm and toasty as usual and she almost moaned at how good it felt. 

Pressed against him now, she quickly drifted off again and was only woken hours later by the sound of Billy’s heart starting to speed. He was entwined with her, wrapped tight around her body and clinging as if she were his lifeline. 

“Billy?” she whispered. Another nightmare. He squeezed her tighter, his body jerking violently, but holding her seemed to calm him and he fell back asleep. His pain was palpable and she felt her own heart squeeze. She laid down, closing her eyes, but keeping close to him. 

When she woke again he was still clinging to her. Soft morning light was just starting to peek around the curtains. 

He blinked slowly, his gaze landing on her as he came to. His arm moved and he pulled her closer, pressing his lips to her hair.

“I didn’t expect you two nights in a row,” she murmured after awhile. 

“I don’t think it’s…this…is…a good idea,” he murmured gruffly. “But I ain’t disappearing either. Not now.”

“Well I never said I thought it was a good idea,” she deadpanned. But it was true. “But now it’s done, I can’t help but want this. I meant what I said Billy. I can do this on my own. But I still want you as long as you’ll stay.”

He shifted, tucking her in against his body. “I can’t say I won’t be terrible at all of it. And I can’t say I’ll stop… But I want to know…” he shifted again, and her eyes pricked with unshed tears at him finally admitting he wanted to know the baby, before he spoke again. “But I won’t risk you. Not at all. And you damn well better take your own safety more seriously now because I will not stay just to see you get hurt or worse while you’re…” he swallowed. He still couldn’t quite say it out loud.

“I will,” she whispered. 

“But Addi…” he moved and turned her so he could look into her eyes again. “You gotta promise me…don’t let me fuck this up. If I…” he frowned closing his eyes for a moment. “If I fuck up, you do what you have to. Get away from me, protect…her or him, at whatever cost to me, it don’t matter. Promise me,” he whispered fiercely.

“I promise.” She whispered. Of course. She would. 

“That's my girl.”

“But you have to promise me something in return. Please try to just stay alive. Please.”

He didn’t answer. 

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Addison’s phone rang just as she was getting ready for bed a few nights later. It was late, and Billy almost never called. She dried her hands quickly and went to the bedroom to grab her iPhone off the nightstand.

Grace Mallory.

The only thing it could be was very bad.

“Hey boss,” Addison answered curtly. 

“Addison. Are you with Butcher?”

“Nope,” Addison sat down on the edge of her bed, tense, although she tried to pretend she wasn’t. She didn’t mean to be short but it was just in her nature not to give any more information than she had to. Even to Mallory.

“He’s not answering my calls, and now his phone’s off,” her tone was strained, and Addison sensed there was a lot she hadn’t been told.

“Why wouldn’t Billy answer your call?” she asked. Of course, Billy was never predictable, but since Ryan was with Grace, he was unlikely to ignore her. Which meant there was something else going on.

“It ended…poorly…the last time he was here,” Grace answered, her tone sour.

Addison sighed inwardly. They both had a temper and a mean streak. Something bad must’ve  happened and whatever it was must’ve been awful for Ryan, but that seemed to be a problem for another time. “Well, he told me he probably wouldn’t be reachable tonight.”

“And you’re just fine with that?” Grace scoffed.

“Yeah. I am Grace. I’m not going to be his fucking keeper. Why? What’s going on?”

“There’s a problem.”

“Isn’t there always?” Addison answered dryly.

“If you hear from him, tell him I need to talk with him urgently.” And she hung up. 

It wasn’t even an hour later Vought Tower blowing up was all over the news.

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Addison’s phone was across the room when it rang again the next morning. She’d barely slept all night but she was racing across the room and fumbling the answer button on before the first ring even finished. 

“What the fuck M.M.. Is everyone ok?”

His answering sigh was the heaviest she’d heard yet. “Not Maeve. But otherwise…yeah. It’s bad, but Butcher’s alive.”

Addison took a huge breath, slumping to the counter stool. Her hands were shaking but she managed to keep the phone pressed to her ear, while she pressed her other hand to her face. She knew she had to be prepared, but to lose him now… “Thank fuck he had that shit running though his veins then, I guess...”

“He didn’t.”

Addison’s head shot up. “What?” she froze. There was no way…

“He didn’t take it, Addi. I don’t know why, but he didn’t take it.”

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Part 38

I'm working on the next parts now, plus more Gavin x Reader and Billy x reader requests! This is the first time the story is taking a major turn from the show, hope it’s fun to read!