#needed some sillies to cope 🫶

[im-fucking-baalin]

pov you heard your cat chewing something, asked them "what are you eating" and they started chewing faster

[sunsetsandsunshine]

Hey!! For your next fic could you do Leo and Mikey angst

It came be 2012, MM or rise

~ 𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 ~

💙🐢🧡 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: @tmntalways 💙🐢🧡

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙷𝚒, 𝚃𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍!!! 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚛𝚘 ☹️💔…𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 💖💕💘💞🩷!!! 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 😅👍🏾! 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍— 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 🫠…˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟹,𝟸𝟾𝟾

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢💙

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐…𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍…𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍, 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎…𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 '𝚞𝚗'. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕? 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢…

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: @shut-up-jo @someone1348 @saturnzskyzz

@savemeafruitjuice @rice-cake-teen10 @mistyandsnow

@skyloladoodles @itzsana-kiddingmenow @titters-and-tingles

(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!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔!!!

𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝙳𝙷𝙳 𝚊𝚗𝚍/𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌!!! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 ☺️💞💗💓💕

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

Mikey couldn’t do anything right now. Like…anything.

Well…perhaps he was being a bit too dramatic. He was breathing. And he was fidgeting with his squishy cube. So saying he wasn’t doing 'anything' wasn’t entirely true.

Right now he just…couldn’t do anything…productive. 

For example, the box turtle tried making his favorite dishes and deserts! But that endeavor just ended up being a huge mess in the kitchen…and leaving the youngest turtle with a bunch of unappetizing food. 

Which he fed all to Raph by the way. 

Some would call that choice of action cruel but Mikey would just call it 'using his resources'. 

Besides, it’s not like the eldest minded at all. He said, and I quote: 'It has a nice…crunchy feeling to it. Did you put some of Don’s inventions in this?'

Which honestly got a couple of chuckles out of the smallest turtle teen of the bunch.

Then, Mikey tried skateboarding! But for once in all his 14 years of living…it was just utterly boring. 

And after all of that nonsense, Mikey then finally tried reading a comic…but he was too unfocused to even get to the second page…

But what was really new? Mikey could never focus on jackshit even if said jackshit hit him right in the shell. 

His brothers and sister would always have to remind him to stay focused or 'not do this' or 'not do that'.

For example, a couple days ago Donnie had to kindly remind the box turtle (well…as kindly as Donnie could be anyway…) to brush his teeth.

To. Brush. His. Fucking. Teeth. 

And honestly? Having to be reminded to do that was really embarrassing. And the orange banded teen knew his brother didn’t mean to humiliate him internally…but…yeah.

And it’s not like the softshell was wrong either! The youngest turtle just couldn’t freaking accept that he himself couldn’t do such a simple task in the morning. 

But literally every task he completely fails to do is just utterly simple ones!

Like cleaning his room or not forgetting things or even keeping track of time! 

…And the sad part about all of it was Mikey just honestly could not understand how his family haven’t gotten sick of his annoying tendencies…

And let’s be for real here…that was basically all of his tendencies. 

The box turtle groaned loudly in his room, slamming his whole body on his bed as he screamed into his pillow. 

There had to be something he could do instead of just wallowing in his own self pity…

And one of those options could not consist of bothering his family with his random bad mood. They had to put up with him 24/7…the least he could do was give them some space.

The youngest then glanced at his drawing notebook hopefully…

…One little sketch of something random wouldn’t hurt, right?

The amber eyed teen reached for his notebook, grabbing a pen from his drawer as he started to sketch his desk because why the absolute fuck not? Based on the objects he’s drawn in the past…sketching a simple desk should and will be easy, right? Right. 

That was until the orange banded teen’s pencil tip broke. But it was fine! He could just re-sharpen it, right? Right.

That was until the youngest realized he had absolutely no clue where his sharpener was due to the fact his room looked like a pig stie. And there was no way he was looking for it in…that whole situation. 

…The situation he created in the first place. 

Michelangelo layed on his bed with his face staring at the ceiling in frustration, he ran his fingernails along his arms, not making really deep cuts with them but going deep enough for it to hurt a bit.

Like a reasonable turtle would, Mikey should probably get one of his stress toys…or better yet, another pencil!

But let’s be for real here…he’d most likely find a way to fuck that up too.

Suddenly, there was a small, quiet knock on Mikey’s door but…in all honesty? He just wanted to crawl into his shell and sob for the next hour and a half. Letting out a niiiiice and quick 'come in' would take way too much energy. 

The box turtle let out a soft grunt, letting whoever was on the other side know it was a-okay to come in.

Abruptly, Leo peeked in the room, a wide smile plastered on his face as he closed the door, “Damn, Mikester…it looks like every single natural disaster went through your room…”

“I’m cleaning it.” The youngest grumbled to his brother.

“Really? You sure about that, little bro? Because if my memory serves me correct (which it in-fact does), you said that last week. And the week before that…and the week before—“

“I SAID I’M FUCKING CLEANING IT!!!” The orange banded turtle snapped, sitting up on the bed to glare at his immediate older brother before slowly realizing what he just did. 

The youngest’s heart dropped as he looked away from his brother. The orange banded mutant’s eyed widened as silent and small tears ran down his face. He covered his mouth as his other hand turned to a fist, his nails unforgivingly digging into his palm.

“I-I’m sorry…I’m s-sorry…I-I’m so s-sorry…!” He started, rocking himself back and forth before stopping as he was met with a warm embrace. Leonardo hugged him gently but firmly, rubbing the other’s shell in a comforting hold. “Woah woah…! Bud, you have nothing to apologize for…” The slightly older teen said as he rested his chin on the top of his baby brother’s head.

“L-Like h-hell I don’t. I-I just screamed a-at y-you for no reason…” Michelangelo wobbly said. “You were just trying to lighten the mood but I just had to make everything harder like I-I always do…!” 

“Mikey—”

“I-I always do this. I-I’m so f-fucking s-sorry Leo…”

“Mikester…I-I appreciate the apology but it seriously isn’t necessary—”

“You’re probably so sick of me and so angry at me. I-I’m sorry I just—”

“Mikey!” Leo gently yelled to get the other’s attention, squeezing the smaller turtle’s hands as he stared straight at him with pleading eyes. “Do I look mad?”

“…N-No.”

“Do I sound mad?”

“…No.” 

The second youngest sadly smiled, “So what are you apologizing for, hm?”

“…I-I…dunno…I-I just…I just felt I needed to apologize…” The box turtle mumbled as he looked at his hands. The blue banded turtle sighed, slowly getting out of the hug so him and his little brother faced each other. The slider rubbed the other turtle’s palm with his thumb comfortingly, “…Do you wanna talk about it, baby bro?”

The leader in blue was just met with silence…which he could honestly work with.

“Angelo…you know you can tell me…anything, right? Like…anything. Although, it doesn’t have to be me you talk to about it. It could be Raph or Don or April or even Dad or Draxum! I just…don’t want you sitting here and bottling up the way you feel…” 

Silence. Leo continued.

“You’re always there when we need you, Angel. Whether it’s to vent or to just ramble about shit, you’re just…always there. We don’t tell you this enough but we appreciate you always being someone we can lean on…”

Silence. Leo continued.

“But…you do know you can lean on us too, right? Comfort goes both ways and I can see you’re hurting, buddy. So please…if you need to talk to me…I’m right here.”

Mikey sniffled, squeezing Leo’s hand, “I-I d-dunno. Today is just…weird. This whole week has just been…weird.” Leo nodded, giving his brother his full undivided attention, “How so?”

“I just…haven’t been able to do anything…” The smaller teen admitted.

“What do you mean?” The taller teen inquired. 

“I haven’t been able to do…anything. Like, I can’t draw, cook or even skateboard! Me!!! Not being able to skateboard— isn’t that crazy?!” The amber eyed turtle laughed bitterly.

“And it’s not like I can’t do it. I’m perfectly freaking capable of doing it in the right amount of time I want but my brain just. won’t. let. me!” 

“I keep procrastinating and not doing the stuff I want to do and I have no idea why! I’m tired of just putting things off and being this way! I want to do things without having to ask you guys for help or to remind me or to relate it with a hyperfixation that I have!” Mikey hiccuped, a new wave of tears rolling down his face as his hands shook. 

The amber eyed teen sniffled, refusing to look at his immediate older brother at all right now because…holy shit he just overshared a whole lot…

Like…a whoooooooooole freaking lot.

“…That sounds like you.” Leonardo shrugged. 

In a state of just shock and confusion, the box turtle pulled his hands away from his brother, looking up at him as lime green eyes met amber ones. “I…what…?” Michelangelo murmured.

“I said that sounds like you.” Leo said again casually as Mikey glared at him, “Yeah. I heard what you said but that isn’t helpful.”

“I’m just being honest with you, Mikester.” Leo said, “Just…let me explain, okay?”

“…You have five minutes before I kick you out of my room.” 

“Deal.” The lime green eyed mutant commented, “You can’t draw, cook or skateboard right now. You’re procrastinating and not doing the stuff you want to do in the time you planned…is that correct?” 

Michelangelo sent deathly daggers to his brother— which the other wasn’t phased by at all. This time was probably the best time to crawl in his own shell and just sob his eyes out because what kind of dumbass question was his dumbass brother asking him?!

“…Yes.” The orange banded teen mumbled. 

“And…why are those bad things?” 

“WHY?!” The box turtle huffed out a laugh of annoyance, “Pfft— you’re asking me why. Maybe it’s because it’s annoying?! Maybe because it’s frustrating to deal with and I don’t want to burden you guys with my problems?! Maybe because I don’t want to fucking feel or be this way?!” The youngest shouted, breathing heavily as he finished his rant. 

The box turtle looked away again, silently cursing at himself for getting annoyed so easily. “Mikey.” Leo started again, “Your being too hard on yourself, okay? No one is expecting you to be at your 100% all the time.” 

“What you just described to me; you being able to not focus or you getting bored easily or procrastinating with stuff is…literally you. You’re just being you.” The slider explained as he held his baby brother’s hand in his. “And I get it. It’s hard to deal with it sometimes and it’s going to be hella frustrating. Like…super borderline frustrating. But you can’t shun them away and just…try to ignore them, bubs…”

“Let’s take moi for example. I’m impulsive, I talk loud and lose things daily. Those three things don’t make up my whole personality but it would be super weird and off-putting if I just…didn’t do or have those three things, right?” 

The youngest giggled wetly, “Yeah…it would. A-And by the way, I’m still waiting for you to find that glittery pen kit I gave you…”

Leonardo groaned loudly and dramatically, causing the other teen to giggle louder, “I’m looking for it, okay?! It’s in my room…somewhere.” The taller mutant mused, “But anyways…back to you. You procrastinate, you relate things to your hyperfixations and you can’t do some of your favorite tasks from time to time…those are some traits that make up you, is it not?” 

Mikey sniffled, rolling his eyes playfully due to the fact he knew damn well where this was going, “Yeah…” 

Leo smiled softly, seeing his younger brother was starting to get his point, “I wouldn’t change a single thing about you, okay? I know sometimes it’s hard to deal with the things you described but you have us for that.” He said as his smile turned to a grin. 

“You can come to me— to us— anytime. We love you for who you are…your flaws and all and we just…I-I need you to know that we love you so so much—!” The slider was cut off by a sudden abrupt embrace from the box turtle. The orange banded teen sobbed into the other’s shoulder, clutching the taller turtle like a lifeline. 

“T-Thank you…” The box turtle wobbly said through tears.  

“Of course, Angel.” Leo said as he hugged his baby brother back, “I love you.” He said as he kissed the other teen on the head.

“I-I l-love you too…”

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“Tell your thoughts to shut up.” Leo said as he lightly poked Mikey in the forehead numerous times. The two were sitting on the box turtle’s bed just simply…relaxing and enjoying each other’s company. Michelangelo was sitting in between his older brother’s legs as he had his shell to his brother’s plastron.

Leonardo hugged his brother protectively, resting his chin on the top of the box turtle’s head. “What do you mean?” The youngest giggled out. “I can hear your thoughts, man. You’re not bothering me or disturbing me in any way, shape or form, alright…?” 

The amber eyed turtle nodded, squeezing Leo’s hand, “Y-Yeah…I know...” 

“I’m choosing to be here because I love you. I don’t feel obligated to be here, okay? You’re not annoying and you, neither your problems are a burden…okay?” The slider said reassuringly, “It’s okay to ask us for help…and we don’t mind reminding you to do things…okay?” 

“You’ve said ‘okay’ like, fifty times…”

“Mikey.” 

“Mhm…yeah yeah…I gotcha…”

The elder looked at his brother skeptically, resting his chin on his little brother’s shoulder so they made solid eye contact, “I want you to say it.” 

“…Say what exactly?”

“I want you to say that you are an amazing person and you don’t need to change a single thing about yourself.” 

“You are an amazing person and you don’t need to change a single thing about yourself.” Michelangelo grinned smugly. Leonardo glared at the youngest’s interpretation to his statement, “Mikey, you know exactly what I meant.” 

“I said what you wanted me to say…so…” The amber eyed teen trailed off.

“Michelangelo.” The slider said in a warning tone as he poked the other’s side. The box turtle squeaked at the unexpected touch, trying to stop his immediate older brother from doing it again but his brother had a strong but gentle grip on him…

Then the smallest turtle came to recognition that he was stuck in a potential tickle hug with no way out…

…How wonderful. 

“L-Leeheeo…doohoo nahat.” The orange banded mutant warned through his giggles, said warning not seeming too threatening due to the fact he was already laughing up a storm. The leader in blue raised a brow, poking the other’s side repeatedly, “I just want you to repeat what I said…in the first person.” The taller teen specified.

The smaller turtle squirmed in the hug, small frantic giggles pouring out of his mouth. This…really wasn’t how he was expecting his day to go. Just about an hour ago, he was wallowing in sadness about the stuff he hated about himself, to talking about it with his brother, to now getting tickled by his brother.

…So could he really complain about how things turned out?

…Yes. Yes, he absolutely could.  

“Leeheeon! Plehease dohon’t!” The youngest squealed as one of his brother’s hands hovered over his stomach. Mikey held onto the other’s wrists, trying to stop his elder brother from tickling him but his small attempts ending up to be all for nothing as Leo effortlessly tickled his stomach with one hand.

“LEEHEEHAHAHA!!” Michelangelo laughed wholeheartedly, swatting at his brother’s arms. The lime green eyed turtle cooed at the gesture, now using both of his hands to attack the youngest’s plastron, “D'aww…look at you giggling your head off~! You’re my adorable little bundle of amazingness, aren’t you~?”

The smaller teen shook his head, a faint blush appearing on his face, “STAHA— squeal N-NAHAHA!”

“What~? What was that?” The blue banded mutant asked as he kneaded the box turtle’s hips. “GYAHAH— squeal SHIHIHIT! COHOME OHAHAN!!!” The amber eyed turtle cried frantically as he kicked his legs on the mattress slightly. 

The youngest squealed with laughter, curling in on himself as he slumped in his big brother’s hold. Leonardo just sighed fondly at the action, wrapping the other in another hug as he raspberried his neck. “LEEHEEHEE!! PLAHAH— squeak NAHAHAT THEHERE squeak PLEHEASE PLEHEASE— squeak!!!”

“Not there~?” The elder lightly mocked, “What about…here~?” He mused as he used his hands to scribble all over the younger turtle’s ribs. Mikey cackled, shaking his head to try and at least subside the tickly feelings.

“NAHAHA— squeal AHAHAHA!! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE EHE— squeal EHEHEITHER!!! LEEHEEO!!” The orange banded turtle squeaked as Leo stopped for a second, “I’ve tried sooooo many spots, buddy! How many times are you gonna say not there, hm?”

Mikey genuinely squawked louder than a firefighter siren, squirming so much it looked like he was actually being electrocuted. “PLEHEHAHA LEEHEEO NAHAHAT THEHEHE RIHIHIBS!!!” He cackled. 

“Not the riiiibs~? Why~? Is it because it’s your tickle spot~? Your tickletickletickle spot~? Because you’re ticklish~?” Leonardo asked as he lightly nibbled the crook of Mikey’s neck. 

Michelangelo screamed in laughter, scrunching up his shoulders as he dug his heels on the bed, a couple of his plushies sadly falling on the floor (R.I.P. man…) “EEEHEEHEEP!!! S-STAHAP BEEHEEING MEEHEAN!” Mikey said as he thrashed on the bed. 

The slider said nothing, his hands sneaking up to the box turtle’s underarms. “AAAAHAHAHA! OHO NOHOHO— squeak SHIT! SHIHIHAHAT!”

Happy tears slowly begin to appear in the smallest teen’s eyes, he weakly hit Leo’s arms as a last attempt to be set free, “LEHEHEMME squeal GOHOHOHO!” 

“Ohonly if you sahay it, bubs.” 

“IHIHI— SQUEAK!! LEEHEEHEEON!!!” 

“Yeeeees, baby brother~?” The elder dragged out as he kneaded the other’s hips.

“IHI’LL SAHAY IHIHAT I-IHIHI’LL SAHAHAY IHIT!!” The amber eyed teen squealed. 

“And you promise not to be a sassy little shit about it~?” The older teen asked.

“SQUEAK YEHAHAHA— SQUEAK YEHES YEHES I-I PROHOHOMISE!” 

Leo stopped tickling his little brother, hugging him protectively as the youngest caught his breath slowly but surely. “W-Wahait…whahat squeak wahas ihihat yohou eeheeven wahanted me squeak to sahay again?” 

The taller turtle pondered for a bit, thinking to himself before loudly groaning, “That’s…a good damn question. I don’t really remember exactly what I wanted you to say in the first place…” The lime green eyed turtle sighed, “Forgetfulness at its finest...” 

The red eared slider adjusted himself, making sure the other was comfortable before starting to speak again, “Well…based on what we talked about…could you maybe just…y'know…” Leo gestured with his hands before groaning, “Do you get what I’m trying to say, man?” 

“…I thihink I have ahan idea…” Mikey giggled as he fiddled with his hands, “I shouldn’t beat myself up so much because of some of my traits or quirks. And I’m allowed to feel frustrated and/or upset because things don’t go my way because of them. But…I shouldn’t allow those things to put me down...”

Michelangelo smiled softly, rubbing his palm with his thumb, “They don’t define me as a person but they make me a person. I don’t need to be at my best 100% and I’m allowed to have bad days. And if things get too overwhelming or difficult I can just go to you guys.” 

Mikey hugged himself, letting out a small laugh as his happy tears welled up in his eyes, “I’m just…being me. And there’s nothing wrong with that.” Leonardo teared up at his brother’s words, hugging him tighter than he ever had before and burying his face at the back of the youngest’s head.

“Never forget that, Miguelito…never forget that.” 

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

[forever-rogue]

hello miss bee 🐝

if you're in the mood to write for joel id love to ask one where he and reader just had a baby of their own and ellie starts to feel left out but they both comfort and reassure her that they won't treat her differently since they already unofficially adopted her anyway 🫶🤲

AN | There may be a new baby on the way, but that doesn’t you’ll ever love Ellie any less. She just needs to be reminded of that💕

Pairing | Joel Miller x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 3.3k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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“I hate this,” you plopped down in the chair on the back patio with a loud huff. You heard a snort of amusement from behind you and turned around to find Joel watching you in amusement. Your lips pulled into a pout and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “this is all your fault.”

“Hmm,” he raised an eyebrow before going back over to the makeshift grill to check on dinner, “pretty sure that’s only half true, sweetheart.”

“Well,” you crossed your arms over your chest and frowned at him, “it’s still partially true. Being pregnant is the worst. Especially with this heat. I should have gotten pregnant in the summer so the worst of it would have been in the winter.”

“Think of it this way,” the way you raised an eyebrow in a way that suggested you were anything but amused, “we’ll have a fresh baby for the holidays.”

“I’m still hoping for a halloween baby,” you grinned, rubbing your belly that seemed to be growing by the day, “how cool would that be?”

“The coolest,” Joel teased as you laughed, an actual laugh that went straight to his heart, “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

“The real question - do you think we’re going to have a boy or girl?” 

“Girl,” he insisted without hesitation, “I’m always going to have my girls. I don’t think that’s changing anytime soon.”

“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see,” you took a sip of the fresh lemonade and let out a soft sigh, “but I have a feeling you’re going to be wrong!”

“Oh yeah? You wanna bet on that?” Joel stood there, hands on his hips as he watched you closely. You stuck out your tongue at him, causing both of you to laugh.

What you hadn’t realized was that Ellie was in the kitchen, getting some plates ready to bring out, listening to the two of you. She loved you, she loved you both immensely. She knew that you and you knew that. But she couldn’t help the pang that settled in her stomach and the way her heart seemed to constrict. It was a feeling that hadn’t left her since you’d told her you were pregnant. You and Joel had been so excited to tell her and despite the shock of the news, she’d been excited too. Ellie Williams was finally going to have a baby sister or brother. Her family was growing.

But as the weeks passed by and your pregnancy became more visibly obvious, the worse she started to feel. And it felt like it was eating her alive. It was a mix of emotions that she was struggling to handle and cope with. She was excited for you and Joel and your entire little family but it left her feeling…lost and confused. 

Ellie knew that both of you viewed her as your daughter and she viewed you as parents. She wondered what it would like when the baby came. Your baby - your and Joel’s flesh and blood. Once you had your own baby, would you no longer care about her? Would she be pushed to the wayside as you welcomed and loved your actual child? 

These types of thoughts had been plaguing her for months now. It was stupid, so fuckin’ stupid, she’d be the first to admit, and yet the feelings remained. Realistically, she could have gone to either of you and asked in order to alleviate her fears or get some simple reassurance. But that seemed silly too. What was she supposed to do? Come up to you and ask ‘hey will you still love me once the baby is here?’ That felt ridiculous. 

Instead, Ellie internalized her feelings, deciding to push them away and act like nothing was wrong. You’d noticed that something was off with your girl recently. Things had just seen so crazy lately, with getting ready for the baby and Joel being off for a while with work to do, it hadn’t been easy. But Ellie really had been your rock and you hated the idea that you were neglecting her in any sense.

“Ellie?” the girl almost dropped the bowl of salad she was holding when she heard you call out to her. She swallowed the lump in her throat and blinked back her tears before heading into the backyard. Your entire face lit up when you saw her and she felt bad for a moment for ever having doubted your love and affection for her, “there you are, Ellie Bean! Everything okay?”

“Y-yeah,” she set the plates and bowl onto the table and nodded softly, “just got caught up cutting the…tomatoes.”

“There’s no tomatoes in the salad, baby,” you gave her arm a gentle squeeze, “we gave the last of them to the Meyers the other day. Are you sure you’re alright?”

She looked away and nodded, staring into the distance as she pleaded with her heart and mind to remain calm and collected. Joel clicked his tongue and caught her attention, giving her a questioning look. Sometimes he hated how well he knew her and how he seemed to see right through her.

“C’mere,” he motioned for her to come over and she obliged, walking over slowly with a heavy tread. She stopped in front of him and he put his hands on her shoulders, leaning down slightly so he was closer to eye level with her, “what’s wrong, baby girl?”

“Nothing,” she replied through gritted teeth. Joel knew that something was up but he didn’t want to push her and possibly cause her to pull away from him. He sighed softly before pressing a kiss to her forehead. It had become such a reflexive action that he didn’t even think about doing it any more, “you’re being gross and showing too much emotion.”

“Someone’s gotta do it,” he teased and that caused her to smile slightly at him, “‘cause it sure ain’t going to be you right, is it? You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really,” she whispered, “not right now.”

“Okay,” he nodded lightly, “I’ll be here and ready to listen whenever you’re ready.”

“I know, old man,” she pushed his arm before turning on her heel and walking back over to you. She sat down next to you, her gaze drifting for a moment to your belly. You reached up and touched her face, gently stroking her cheek, “you’re both such saps.”

“It’s only because we love you,” you beamed at her. She felt her cheeks growing warm and pink as she stared at the bowl of tomato-less salad, “you wanna help me make some dessert while the food’s cooking? I was thinking pudding…ooh or maybe some sort of pie?!”

“Sure,” she perked up at your enthusiasm, unable to deny the appeal of spending time with you and making a dessert, “let’s do it.”

Ellie decided that she’d figure out the rest later. Right now, she was okay and she just wanted the two of you to have some fun. 

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“I’m worried about her,” you closed your book and set on the nightstand before turning to your husband with a sad expression on your face. He followed suit and turned so he was fully looking at you.

“The baby?” 

“I - no. And we don’t know if it’s a girl or boy yet so calm down,” you laughed for a moment before moving to sit crossed-legged - to the best of your ability anyway - and gave him a serious look, “Ellie. She seems so closed off lately and it always seems like she’s upset, but when I try to talk to her she changes the subject or finds an excuse to leave. I feel like my poor baby girl hates me.”

“She doesn’t hate you,” Joel took your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze before you laced your fingers together, “she could never hate you.”

“But something is wrong and I don’t know what it is and I can’t fix it,” a wave of emotion washed over you and tears stung at the back of your eyes. You sniffled, fully aware that you probably seemed ridiculous right now but you didn’t care, “I just want to make it better.”

“Honey,” Joel’s voice was soft as he put his hands on your sides and gently pulled you towards him. You easily gave in, soft and pliable, as he settled you in his lap. You felt pathetic as you looked at him, tears running down your cheeks. He tenderly brushed them away before taking your face in his hands and turning your face up to his, “she doesn’t hate you and she never will. Whatever she’s going through right now, she’ll come around. She’s still guarded and sometimes these things take time. She’ll come around, she always does. We just have to keep on loving her.”

“Promise?” you whispered as he nodded softly. You leaned into his touch as he rubbed your back soothingly, “I don’t know what I’d do if…I don’t know. If she stopped loving us.”

“That ain’t happening,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I have a feeling I know what’s going on with her.”

“Oh?” you looked at him in surprise and he couldn’t help but grin at the sight of your confused expression. The fact that you were so pouty and pregnant made you even more adorable to him than before. He had to fight back a laugh at your expression, opting instead to kiss you softly, “what do you think it is?”

“The baby,” he answered, putting a hand on your belly and rubbing it gently, “I think she’s worried about the baby.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you think she thinks that we’re just going…to stop loving her?” the waterworks started again and this time you couldn’t hold back the tears, “she thinks we’re going to replace her!”

“Oh honey,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and tried to hug him as best as possible. You huffed as you buried your face into his chest and he softly cooed at you, “I don’t think she thinks we’re trying to replace her. I think she’s worried that we won’t have as much time and love for her."

"That's not true," you hated the fact that that thought even crossed her mind, "that's like…the farthest thing from the truth! She's my baby too. Nothing is ever going to change that."

"I know that," he gently brushed his fingers along your jaw before resting his hand on your cheek, "you know that. I think she just might need a little reassurance."

"Yeah," you sighed softly, "I can do that. I will do that."

"I have no doubt about that either, honey."

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Ellie startled when she heard your enthusiastic knocking on her door. She groaned as she looked at the old school alarm on the bedside table and saw that it wasn't even eight o'clock yet. 

"Come in," she rolled onto her side so she was facing the door. You almost threw open the door in your excitement, already fully dressed and ready for the door.

"Hi my love!" Her eyes widened at your cheeriness, "good morning, Ellie Bean."

"It's early," she groaned as you leaned against the doorway, causing you to laugh softly, "why are you so awake?"

"I've been up for a while…couldn't sleep well," you shrugged it off, "but I thought it would be fun if we spent the day together, just the two of us!"

"O-oh," she slowly sat up, heart almost constricting with emotion, "are you sure?"

"Duh," you teased, "its been a while since it's just been the two of us and I figured we could have some fun!"

"Okay," she looked at you, an eyebrow raised in question. You clapped excitedly and she offered you a tentative smile in response, "w-wait, am I in trouble?"

"Of course not," you walked over to her and held out your hand to her. She took yours and slowly slipped out of the bed, "I just want to spend some time with my favorite girl."

"Alright," a little bit of a flush crossed her cheeks as she offered you a smile, "yeah, that could be fun."

"Let's go then slow poke, no time to lose!"

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Your day had been filled with doing anything and everything that Ellie wanted - within reason of course. As the day bled into night, the two of you were at the lake, sitting on the dock, feet dangling into the water. 

"Can I ask you something?" You finally couldn't take it anymore and needed to clear all the air. Ellie paused before nodding slowly and turning towards you.

"Sure…"

"I feel like lately…things have been different," you put your arm around her shoulders and gave her a gentle squeeze, "and I want to make sure you're alright. You've been off lately, and I want to know if you're okay and if I can do anything to help."

"Oh. Oh," Ellie swallowed thickly; she thought she'd been better at disguising her feelings, "umm…it's…just. I don't know. Things have just felt different since you've been pregnant."

"Yeah?" You asked as she turned to you with a sad little smile and a nod, "oh, Ellie."

"I just…it feels weird that…umm. Like it's you and Joel, you know? And now you're having your own child and it makes me feel like…where's my place?"

"Baby," you tried to keep your own emotions at bay but it was hard when all you wanted to was to wrap her up in a big hug, "your place is with us - it'll always be with us. We're family. Nothing is going to change that."

"But if you love the new baby more than me?" You hated that she even thought anything like that. You wished you could convey just how very much you loved her, "I keep thinking about…what if you don't want me anymore."

"We will never not want you or love you," you took her hand and held it tightly in yours, "that will never change. Nothing could change how we feel about you. You're our girl, Ellie."

"Are you sure? The baby-"

"The baby doesn't change anything," you pulled her into your body as much as you could, "its another person we're bringing into our family that we can love. It doesn't mean any of us is going to get less love. Okay? I swear on my life. And Joel's life. All of it."

"Every time I've gotten close to people they've been taken from me," Ellie sniffled brushing at her eyes with the back of her hand, "my parents, my family, my friends…I almost lost Joel. I don't want to lose you too and the baby. I'm not sure if I'd make it if I did."

"Ellie," you softened at the young girl, "you are so young and you've been through so much. More than anyone ever should. And I know the world is scary and we don't know what the future holds but we can't let that dictate how we feel about the present or how we act. You're not going to lose us or your brother or sister. Never. And maybe me just saying that doesn't make anything better but I'll show you and I'll keep showing you that we mean it. Honestly, I don't think I'd survive without you. You are the world to me, Ellie."

"Being pregnant has made you so sappy," she laughed through her tears, "even more than normal. Its kind of gross."

"It's because I love you so much, kiddo," you grinned at her, brushing away her tears, "but the hormones definitely aren't helping! Luckily it won't be too much longer before the baby is here."

"Are you scared?"

"Terrified," you confessed with a sheepish grin, "but I know I'll be okay. I've got you Joel and you. Everything will be okay."

"Yeah," she nodded, a bit of confidence oozing back into her, "we'll be okay. I'm excited to meet the baby."

"Boy or girl you think?"

"Girl," she seemed so confident that you were almost convinced of that as well, "Joel's meant to be surrounded by girls."

"Funny, that's exactly what he said too," you shook your head in amusement thinking about the two of them. They were too alike for their own good, "I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

"Whatever," she playfully rolled her eyes, "we all know we're right!"

"Mhmm," you slowly stood up and held out your hand to her, "come on my love. Let's go home and annoy Joel."

She took your hand eagerly, "I love you too, just so you know."

"Yeah," you promised her softly, "I know. I love you more, kiddo."

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Ellie approached you slowly, almost unsure if she should be coming over. You beamed at her, motioning for her to come closer. She stole a quick look at Joel, who offered her a small smile and nod of reassurance.

"Come here, my love," you held out your hand to her and she came over, staring at the bundle in your arms in awe, "I hate to admit it, but Joel was right. You've got yourself a little sister."

"Wow," she reached over and gentle stroked her chubby little cheek, "she's so small. What's her name?"

"Well, we don't have a name picked out yet," you smiled softly, "we were hoping you'd help us by picking her name."

"Me?"

"You! If you'd like to that is," you could see her eyes watering up, and your heart felt so full, "you can take a bit to think about it-"

"Daisy," she stated softly, looking between you and Joel to gauge your reactions, "I like Daisy."

"Me too," you gave her a hand squeeze, "Daisy it is. It's perfect. Do you want to hold her, Ellie?"

"I-I don't know," she swallowed the lump in her throat as the baby cooed softly, "she's so small and I don't wanna…hurt her."

"You won't," you promised, straightening up as she stepped closer, "hold her to your chest and make sure you're supporting her head, okay?"

"Okay," she reached over gingerly, as though the baby was made of glass. She took her from you and did as you said, holding the small baby protectively. Daisy made a few sounds before yawning and snuggling into Ellie. The girl watched her in amazement, "she's so cute and little."

"Just like you," you teased, reaching over and giving her arm a squeeze. You turned to Joel, who was watching the scene unfold with nothing short of heart eyes, "look at that, Joel. Look at our girls. They're the best."

"Yeah," he agreed, pressing a kiss to the side of Ellie's head, "they are. But you know what else?"

"Hmm?"

"I was right - it was a girl," he threw you a cheeky grin as you snorted in amusement, "wouldn't change it for the world."

"Yeah, me neither," Ellie piped up, "I guess we're a pretty cool family. Daisy and me anyways. You guys are alright."

"We love you too," you sighed contentedly, happy to have your little family all together, "both of you. Lots and lots."

[majoryeager104]

heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ty for doing meh request :)

could you do another comfort fic for hawks and dabi with a user who gets more cheerful and active when sad/depppressed and have a hard time talking abt whats wrong ? I have a problem where i get rlly more acting like im fine when i feel like shit and it drives me kinda crazy cause no one can ever tell when im sad sooo yeah

i sowwy im bringing out de angsty comforty requests

ill be sending some silly fluff requests ater this one :D

hope ye have a lovely day :D

girl I do the same thing 😭 I’ll totally write it no need to apologize for the request I enjoy writing em 🫶🫶🫶

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Keigo

Keigo had known you for a while now. So much so that he could pick up a thing or two when it came to your behaviors. He’d been taught to read people in the hero’s commission training, so he could read just about anyone like an open book. You however, were a much harder book to read. Keigo doesn’t consider himself to be the best at communicating his thoughts or feelings, and it seemed to him like you struggled with the same thing, even in a similar way. His issue, was how he’d crack through that overly positive shell when he knew damn well you were hurting.

“hey y/nnnnnnn”

“hey Keigoooo”

Playing along with his teasing, you turned and grinned at him, the smile not reaching your eyes in the few seconds that the two of you made eye contact. Yep, you were upset. He watched as you turned back to the laundry you were currently folding. Busying and distracting yourself from the thoughts that you currently found suffocating. How should he do this? Was he gonna make it worse? He shook the thoughts away. It wasn’t the time to overthink.

He walked up behind you, snaking his strong arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. From this point forward, you could suppose he was winging it. What else could he do? So, needless to say the next words he said caused you to pause.

“what’s bothering you, y/n?”

You let out a sharp exhale- how’d he know? It’s not like you were trying to hide it, hiding it sort of…happened. Did he think you were trying to lie? Was he upset?

“You’re acting cheery…but there’s something wrong. You can tell me, yknow. It’s kinda my job to help people.” He smiled against your skin, placing a few gentle kisses on your cheek as he spoke. Of course he’d figured you out by now, why wouldn’t he?

“how’d you know?”

Your voice faltered as you tried to fake another smile,

“That pretty smile of yours didn’t reach your eyes”

You were equally surprised and…happy. You’d had this habit for ages, and growing up you usually just felt like your feelings were…forgotten. They were there, but they were tucked away behind the mask you used to cope. And yet, Keigo managed to see right through that mask…that was what made you happy, you supposed, was that he made efforts to understand you in ways no one else ever did.

And so, you told him what was bothering you, and he listened, all the while helping you with your laundry.

The help was nice, but his understanding and genuine nature was even better. Before you knew it, he’d cracked a few jokes and got you smiling again, for real this time.

“there it is”

He said in a song-song voice, pinching your cheek. Once again, you found yourself giggling at his antics, playfully swatting away his hand.

“There what is?”

He sighed, stepping close enough to place a quick, soft kiss on your forehead, before gently flicking the spot with a grin.

“That pretty smile of yours! The real one, this time.”

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Touya

Your smile looked…different. Touya noticed the change immediately, but he wasn’t sure what it meant. It wasn’t a gradual change, no, it seemed to him that all of a sudden your smiles were…fabricated. Maybe he was just reading between lines, but if you’ve seen someone’s genuine smile enough, you’ll know the inauthentic ones from a mile away, which he did. Touya had earned your smiles a million times, whether it be from his casual flirtations and jokes, or his sweet words he’d only ever let you hear. He knew that contagious grin from anywhere, but the smile you’d worn lately was not that.

But, he didn’t know what the hell to do about it. Should he ask you? Would that be weird? What if it was nothing, and he just ended up making you feel self conscious? So instead, he just quietly watched you busy yourself organizing your bookshelf.

Till he wasn’t quiet about it at least.

“what’s wrong?”

He of course changed his mind about keeping it to himself, because he couldn’t keep watching knowing something was wrong, whether he knew what it was or not.

You glanced over at him, and there it was again, that smile that didn’t quite fit. “what do you mean? Nothings-”

“you’re smiling weird. Stop it.”

you raised your eyebrows, but the quickly furrowed into a look of faux confusion. He scoffed at this, standing to walk towards where you sat. He knelt down next to you on the floor, his blue eyes boring into you. “just tell me what’s wrong.”

“nothings wrong”

“something’s wrong. Your usual smile’s much prettier. You know, the real one?”

“Touya-”

“aren’t people in relationships s’posed to be honest with each other about feelings and shit?”

you laughed nervously, going back to sorting, as if ignoring him would make him let it go. You probably should have known that wasn’t the case.

Rather than giving up and walking away, he grabbed the book in your hand, setting it down while his other hand cupped your cheek and forced you to look at him. “y/n.”

“…Yes?”

“spill it. I’m not stupid.”

his voice was gruff, and as always, it was also hard to ignore. So you told him what’d been bothering you, and he plopped down next to you, playing mindlessly with your hair as you spoke. Once you were done he looked at you with a frown. “That’s what you were worried about tellin me?” he sighed, a small smile forming on his face. He’d known what had happened, he just didn’t know it was bothering you. Of course, you didn’t make that easier by hiding how upset it made you, but nonetheless. “Man, you gotta get your shit together”

“Touya!”

“I mean- ugh, I’m not talking about that… I mean, you’re always asking me to be open with you, and I have…”

He glanced up at you, flicking your forehead. “Just… be honest next time, stupid. I’m always here anyways, so, don’t just smile and act like it’s okay when it’s not…”

You couldn’t help but sigh, a soft smile forming on your face too as you ruffled his soft hair. “you’re probably right…”

“I know I’m right, doll…love you”

“love you more”

he side eyed you for a moment, and you couldn’t help but grin, for real this time. He scoffed with a smile.

“don’t compete with me I will win.”

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I fuckin love this song 😭😭😭

a/n Lowkey(high key actually) hoping I can find someone who actually can see past the fake smiles like this yk 🥲 like if I had a Touya I’d never try to hide my feelings again I proooomisssse 🙏🙏🙏(I’d do it so he’d flick my forehead and call me doll 😁)

Banner creds to @ melwakame/Goto and @ Sharlock!

[everyandanything]

The final chapter is up and I’ve only been crying all weekend about it !!!

And now I’m going to be sappy on main for a second so all the apologies in advance totally feel free to click the link above and ignore the "keep reading" button lol

But genuinely wanted to thank everyone who’s read this silly little story. I started this back in July with the thought, “but like what if�� Darry got jumped? 🧐 and no clue how to do any of this. And all of you have been so kind and loving and welcoming to me and this fic that grew into something way bigger than I could have ever imagined. This fandom genuinely has some of the coolest and most creative people in it and I’m so inspired by you guys every day.

All that to say, anyone who’s read this story, or commented, or liked, or have been saving it until it’s finished, or have had to put up with me clogging the outsider fanfiction tag for the past 5 months, thank you so so much for going on this journey with me. I’ve had the best time sharing it, and putting the poor Curtis brothers through it (rip).

And I know I say this every time, but I’m so serious please come chat with me about this or all things outsiders, because I’m currently in mourning over this being over and need the distraction 😔🫶🏻

So, without further ado, the last chapter of Born a Grease (except for whatever one shots I inevitably write to cope with my withdrawals from no longer writing this).

Hope you all enjoy, and until next time!!

[andromeddog]

do you perhaps have some more lore or just silly information on irvine and kincaide… i love them dearly they are so cool 🫶

YOU 🫵 I LOVE YOU

bweheheheh i love 2 talk about my guys…. this was like an xmas present for ME

kincaide

yaaaaaay kincaide! his first name is gavin, he’s the lieutenant of the company my other scottish rugby boys are in. he’s a pretty well liked officer and guy in general, very personable and witty…. but a little bit too will to bend the rules when it inconveniences him.

from a pretty wealthy background, kind of stereotypical gentleman officer. wouldn’t have to work a day in his life if he didn’t want to but desperately wanted to get away from his father’s expectations and so sought out a military career

has known he’s gay since he was a young teen and has developed many coping mechanisms over the years; outwardly he’s a perfectly pleasant upper class gentleman but internally he is always looking for advantages he could leverage if he needed to. overly cautious and not prone to taking risks because of it. grew up with a lot of victorian/edwardian era upper class homophobia and repression so u know he’s always double and triple checking over his shoulder. still quite handsome and likable tho so he’s had a few affairs over the years :p

he’s not a particularly Huge guy but he is very broad in the shoulders; some ppl tend to underestimate him bc he is more effeminate and chipper than what is considered proper, but he can bring a really intimidating aura when he wants to! hes very keen on protecting himself and his reputation and will “kill with kindness” if not straight up blackmail/threaten if he feels someone is testing his authority or going to out him

when he’s not looking over his shoulder and gets the chance to actually be himself, kincaide is a man who has a zest for life. wants to experience deep emotion, romance, good food and good drink. defense mechanisms aside, he does have true love for his fellow man and in turn is very popular amongst his peers. in general his quirks of character- too emotional, too sensitive, a bit too vain- are forgiven for sheer sake of being well liked. as an officer he can become a bit overwhelmed by all the directions he is pulled and is a bit scatterbrained. relies heavily on his batman, laurie, to help organize and translate his often nonsensical monologues and remind him to eat and sleep regularly

is particularly close w laurie, who is basically his shadow… idk if i’ve posted much about laurie here but kincaide treats him very well. laurie is p much a monosyllabic willow tree in uniform, scary with a rifle when needed but otherwise very content to be handling kincaide’s affairs. loves to fee useful and has made himself indispensable. irvine hates this guy, maybe bc laurie also comes from a lower class family and kincaide insists on spoiling him; maybe bc he and kincaide can communicate so effectively; maybe bc laurie gets a lot of kincaide’s time and attention (laurie Knows irvine just has a lot of misplaced jealousy. thinks it’s funny)

has his officers uniforms privately tailored so he looks extra sharp! always wears gloves bc he feels his hands are too dainty and he’s self conscious of them

he’s left handed!

has a fraternal twin sister Grace “Gee” very close with her, she basically runs the family’s affairs since their mother passed away. she writes to him while he’s on the front and complains he doesn’t write back fast enough

smokes a lot. usually seen with a pipe or cigarette

-gets caught in a gassing during the war, his left eye is exposed due to a faulty gas mask. the original damage heals but over time his eyesight deteriorates and he eventually goes blind in that eye. some residual scarring remains so post war he wears an eyepatch

irvine

yaaaaaaay irvine! his first name is scott! (and he’s scottish how fun)

views himself as a bit of an underdog, always overcoming roadblocks and unlucky hands life has dealt him, and because of that he has a bit of a complex: others should complain less and simply work more and follow the rules, like him, and they will succeed. not particularly sympathetic or warm with others, though he desperately wants to be admired… it frustrates and confounds him to no end that a man like Kincaide- who he views as a rat, a coward, and a liar- is more liked than he is lolllll his attempts at friendship are a bit miscalculated and stitled, and as a result he has very few people that he could call friends. desperately wants to leave behind the poverty he grew up in, though finds class to be a huge barrier he persistently throws himself against. tbh a bit pathetic, has the aura of a mutt trying to be a show dog

single child from a working class family; allowed to study at military college bc he had a wealthy benefactor willing to pay his study fees (as a last favor to his late father, though this came with a lot of stipulations and expectations for his performance). on his own he cannot afford the extravagant lifestyle that is expected of officers at that time and so he is always the odd man out during his schooling years. however is still one of the top cadets, takes his studies very seriously and always gives 150%, despite not being particularly well liked. he is impossible to get rid of. like a very persistent and loud tick.

is soooo easy to rile up like it’s almost unfair. you only need like two words to get that guy pissed off enough to spend an hour precisely lining out how and why you are wrong. kincaide takes advantage of this all the time for his own amusement. also gets super red in the face super easily

keeps himself immaculately clean. even in the trenches he is noticeably cleaner than others around him (it’s an ongoing joke w the others that he’s so neat bc he’s never actually spent time on the front)

doesn’t really get involved with anyone during his earlier years… pretty much swore himself to his military career from the get go. doesn’t really think about men/women at all, spends a lot of his time focusing on “more important things”. like war. or his mustache. or that rat bastard kincaide (seriously he devotes a lot of mental time and energy to that guy. but it takes him about 20 years to figure out Why He Is Like That) (poor idiot)

if there was a song that would describe him it would be any version of stars from les miserables. that’s his general vibe

his hair starts going grey around his mid 30s, lining up with the start of the war. by the end of it all he’s significantly salt and pepper’ed and is completely grey by his late 40s. looks a lot older than he actually is

also ends up wounded from a gassing, suffering some lung damage that never really heals completely. in his later life he is winded easily, wheezy, and often plagued by bouts of bronchitis. living out in the country with kincaide does a lot to help, though he still is sick fairly frequently

the both of them

yaaaaaaay mustaches! they technically don’t get together until they’re in their 40s lol (met late teens/early 20s, rivals for years, enter ww1 in mid 30s, fall out of contact post war, reconnect about a decade later and finally get their shit together) (just two cringe losers)

during their retirement they live on a private bit of property out in the country together. kincaide had been living there for himself for a while before irvine shows up on his doorstep all 🥺 and then he kind of never leaves. kincaide loves to garden but is pretty much useless with any other sort of home maintenance and so irvine does all of that (and bitches endlessly about the state of the shutters and whatnot but is secretly very proud to be able to be the handy guy)

them for the first 2 decades of knowing each other:

irvine cries almost everytime they have sex, he’s repressed up to the gills and it’s such an emotional release his brain just cannot handle it lol. kincaide thinks it’s cute but makes fun of irvine bc he’s an ugly crier

in the winters irvine’s chronic lung problems tend to resurface and so kincaide gets to dote on him. sometimes in the evenings irvine will read out loud to kincaide, who will never admit it but has a hard time reading the tiny text

they have a lot of conflict around “expectations” esp when they are younger. there’s a decent class divide between them; kincaide doesn’t understand irvines desperate and rigid rule set he inflicts upon himself and the world(he doesn’t know what it’s like to have to climb the social ladder; he’s always been up there at the top). irvine doesn’t understand why kincaide won’t just suck it up and play the role he’s expected to (as if being a wealthy landowner with an estate and a wife is suuuuch a hard thing to do) (irvine had make to becoming the Perfect Officer his whole life just to be barely tolerated by his peers)

and that’s some stuff! that’s a lot of stuff tbh. they live in my head like a fungus. i think about them a lot but have not drawn a ton of stuff for them bc honestly idk where to start! they have a long history together and it’s kind of daunting trying to find a spot to draw…… again i want to draw stuff for them but ive gotten caught up in other series this year! drawing my own original characters feels a bit too indulgent when ppl are expecting other stuff from me 😓

i did line this whole thing of them but never finished it. idk i could come back to this one

and other REALLY REALLY REALLY rough stuff! like “first pass get the idea out” kind of rough so they’re ugly as fuck but it’s just to get an idea of their dynamic

ever ask i answer gets longer and longer lol is it obvious i am desperate to talk??? this was fun tho i love to chat about the guys my guys

[ninjacat-uchihaparrish]

Omg this might be annoying please ignore me if so but Ive butt heads with people over whether Gansey is "wrong or not" or if he's justified in the way he talks to people and sometimes I wanna shake people and explain that Gansey being flawed is important to his character. His fights with Adam are important to their characterization - especially *why* it happens. I worry about coming across as bashing Gansey who i ADORE but who definitely doesn't grasp that his help was unwanted in that scenario.

Gansey is a character who i always interpreted as trying to help others to cope with his own internal conflicts - which is INTERESTING. But it tends to get turned into "oh uwu soft boy loves people too much" Which is also kind of true but there's more nuance to it. I don't want to seem like I'm accusing Gansey of being selfish by any means, but he helps people to cope with himself (fixing outer problems to control inner problems ya know) and that (especially from a rich white guy) can really rub people the wrong way. Love Gansey, and this isn't an Adam-unique situation (he does it with Blue and Ronan too), and he may come at it from a good place, but intentions =/= impressions? Which is fascinating depending on how you chose to read Gansey. His flaws are SO interesting and they make him a more engaging character.

(Also I think some people haven't had a significantly more privileged friend pushing their help on you against your will when you keep telling them no. It's frustrating and humiliating.)

This was long and I apologize, I got really excited over some of your tags on a few posts and uhhhh yeah. This topic is so compelling to me. It's rambly and vaguely coherent but yeah. You're cool and I think you're neat.

Omggg thank u soo much I got my first ask how sick!! And ur very neat tooo I appreciate it 🫶 I love any kinda discourse it’s fun

And ur very very on point w a lot of my thoughts. Tbh my opinion is probably a teensy bit more on the Gansey-bashing side, not like literally but i remember the first time being very very frustrated w him. And i think the whole repugnant scene, which is deffo probably his lowest point (and i can give him credit for having his lowest point so early on cause he grows a lot after that) was the main reason he left a weird impression for a while. I DESPISEEE when people, even jokingly, say that adam deserved that from Gansey, cause like no u don’t get to do that right while Adam’s going thru something traumatic that’s horrible!

And yeah he’s kinda the definition of acknowledging ur privilege doesn’t make u less privileged, even when u have the right intentions when doing stuff. and the fact that people kinda brush it off and make him like an innocent baby who just oopsies says silly mean stuff sometimes is honestly a disservice to him.

Cause what makes him real and human is this multifaceted personality, this like obsessive need to be wanted and help people to the point where they get frustrated, and the fact that he’s privileged and him trying to do something about it and be helpful sometimes further proves that he’s a rich kid with time and money to spare. I think he has to be in the wrong sometimes to b an interesting character. It’s just what makes him so much more real than the uwu soft innocent boy who just wants to help too much, and yeah I agree it reflects his internal conflicts a lot too. If he was just this perfect always in the right and ready to help guy he’d just b so boring and one dimensional! And that’s why we grow to love him so much!

I will say I think a lot of my feelings come from empathising w Adam a lot in like having felt inferior to others in like financial sense and not wanting to be a burden on others, and yeah Gansey being atrociously white and rich doesn’t help lmaoo

But I’m soo happy ur interested in my thoughts I have soo many! I hope all this made sense lmaoo it’s very stream of consciousness vibes. And sorry for such a long reply!

[mushyblushyredhead]

when you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy! then send it to the last ten people in your notifications (anonymously). you never know who might benefit from spreading positivity. 💝

Oooh! Tank chu! 💝 ^w^ let’s see…

♡ Music 🎶 🎧 whether it’s edit audios or playlists of songs, I love my daily dose of maladaptive daydreaming to animate scenarios/edits in my head with the right music. Plus, music helps me focus when drawing or writing!

♡ Sweets 🍫 🍰 it’s no secret I’ve got a huuuuge sweet tooth X3 cookies, cake, and candy gives me espresso shots of dopamine when I’m having a bad day ❤️‍🩹

♡ Stuffed animals 🧸 plushies heal my inner child, and give me the comfort when I need it the most. It’s like cuddling all my problems away! Cuddling with my plushies makes me feel so much better afterwards ❤️‍🩹

♡ My OCs 🫶🏻 my SILLIES! When I’m not trauma dumping my goobers lol, I love sprinkling all sorts of wholesome headcanons and scenarios for them. OCs really help me cope with a lot of stuff, wherever, and sometimes I treat them like imaginary friends..if I’m nervous or upset about something, I picture my OCs comforting or hyping me up as I headcanon they would. I guess it does help to be a little delulu with your OCs ^^;

♡ Drawing/Writing ✍🏻 I just love drawing/writing fun stuff! I’ve got such an overactive imagination, and I’m always coming up with new ideas! Drawing/writing is honestly my free therapy; when life yeets me lemons, I write a fluffy fanfic or draw some tkl art…and then I yeet the lemons back XD

[lvrgrl-xo]

Heyyyy

I'm pretty sure I've spammed the heck out of you with concernet eonni messages, so feel free to ignore me, but I'm gonna throw an ask in for good measure jic.

I love you very, very, VERY much. I didn't call you my favourite mutual for nothing, silly goose.

I'm really sorry you're going through such a hard time right now. Nothing I can say will make it better, and I've totally spammed the heck out of you anyways so I won't bug you anymore about it.

ALSO 👑 anon is completely correct, you are so so so SO pretty. I didn't comment or like the post because it feels kind of shady for me to do so when I'm so much older than you (oh to have the audacity of a heterosexual male) but now I'm wishing I did so that it'd given you a little confidence bump.

I'm here when you need me, okay? Here, DMs, Discord. I know I don't always respond quickly, but I WILL always respond to you.

Love you lots girlie,

pixie🧚‍♀️

(Tag me if you reply, okay? I keep missing your posts xx)

촣아하는 언니 😭 (<- is that mildly sad bc I actually have 2 older sisters? Hmm… no!) I love YOU very, very, very, VERY much!! (I’m not one-upping you by adding a “very” I just have to use 4)

I thought you were exaggerating, you’re actually fr my favourite mutual across all platforms (I don’t talk to the others but my point stands, okay?).

I don’t mind spam at all, it was really nice to check my notifs and have 44 msgs 💘

Thank youuuu 🥹💘 imo as long as you’re a woman it’s not shady especially when ik your intentions 🫶(Sometimes I wonder if I have the audacity 😔 heterosexual male cosplay coming soon)

I don’t do that whole “reaching out” thing that the kids rave about 🙏

Funny story: In 2023, I had my therapist’s number (bc I’d always forget I wanted to talk about so I was supposed to just text her most of my thoughts) and I’d click on her contact like “🤨 what am I supposed to say?” And just send her a random picture of a skz member

I love you too, Pixie :(💘

Possible tmi under the cut…? Idrk what tmi is anymore, I’m a chronic oversharer

I keep getting excited bc I think I started my period (it’s been a month </3 I want her back already) (I actually don’t bc I have some condition where I spot 24/7 and bleed every other week but ykwim) and then I haven’t started it yet 😔

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@pixie-felix <3

This is a joke -> you manipulated me into coming back by asking me to not disappear 😱

Can you tell I cope with humour 😅

[gxtzeizm]

i really can't believe that 2023 will be leaving us in few hours from now (maybe some of you guys had already entering 2024 based on the time zones but still) and ngl, personally this year is literally filled with roller coaster ride of emotions throughout this year. but anyways, i'm so grateful that i've managed to (barely) survive this entire year thanks to all people around me including you guys in this site 🥹🥹

once again i would like to say thank you to all of you guys who made my 2023 at least much more better despite all challenges and stress that i need to cope....icl tho this site is such a comfort place for me and it's quite an escapism from all sorts of things happens irl which is once again it's all because of you guys on my screen 🫶🫶...not only that, i can say that i really enjoy this year here in this site that i've made lots of new friends here, no matter either from bayernblr, f1blr, kpopblr etc etc, i just want to say i'm so happy to meet all of you guys here and getting silly every single day <3333

and last but not least, i hope that 2024 will be a better year for us and i'm wishing all of you for a more happiness, health and full of blessings.....also hope that you'll celebrating new year with full of joy and cheers, no matter where you are and who you want to celebrate with ❤️❤️

lots of love, iz 🥰🥰🥰

[sonotpattismith]

honesty time, i found your blog after breaking up with my ex and getting to read your fics and be weird about characters and that silly anime got me out of what was becoming a depressive slump

i appreciate you so so much and take as much time as you need <3

-🏃

AHHH omg are you serious 😭😭😭

This is so sweet to hear that my silly little fics helped you during that time. I made this blog during a depressive slump while I was finishing my grad program and needed an outlet from all the stress so it’s so cool to see how it came full circle 🥹

I HAVE BEEN SAYING I NEED LITERALLY ANYTHING ABOUT SEASON 3 TO DROP RN I NEED SOME GOOD NEWS 😭😭😭

At least one good thing that came of this relationship was my ex introducing me to JJK and now here we are who would’ve thought 🤡

I’ve been trying to write a breakup comfort fic to cope and shit is SO HARD, but your messages are fueling me 😢

ILY SPEEDRUNNER I’ll always come back for you 💕🥹🫶🏻

[dibvader]

I’m actually obsessed with so many of these… I hope you don’t mind if I add onto some of them with my own shit.

First of all him isolating himself is so ☹️ even though it’s LITERALLY CANON WE SEE HIM DO THIS it really makes me feel for him… I definitely feel like post-series his friends would notice and just straight up go to his house and force him out. We know the only people who can get him out of his room are those he values (his dad) so Nendo specifically being able to get him out of his room is REALLY sweet to me. Saiki would be really good at this too, especially after he reveals his powers.

Imagining Takahashi doing Saiko’s homework makes me laugh because I know for a fact Takahashi is also failing already. It’s like paying a clone of yourself (academically) to do your work it’s absurd. 😭 Saiko and Takahashi study session together where they both have ADHD and give up. /hj

This is my own side headcanon that’s related to Saiko and school. I feel like in their third year Saiko would absolutely try and lock in on his work, because I feel like his dad would stop being so sweet with him at that point. I assume they got their wealth from Saiko’s dad, or at least I headcanon he built this corporation up brick by brick LOL. Eventually he would be like “You don’t need to do work in the future, son, but you do need to teach your children good work ethic in case we go bankrupt!” And Saiko would just look at him like 😦☹️. Instead of making Saiko actually get a job, he just makes him pass one (1) test so like it’s not even that deep anyway.

SAIKO TRYING TO MAKE FRIENDS AS A KID IS SO YES… I often think about this. At his old highschool I’m willing to BET everyone else was rich but still not as rich as him, and they probably HATED SAIKO for this. Like people at PK dislike Saiko’s ATTITUDE. People at Rich Private School hated him because he could buy and sell them.u point is that his life has been: Everyone loves him for his money, everyone HATES him for his money, everyone hates him for his attitude, everyone stops hating him because he’s JUST A BOY. ☹️

The candy is perfect. No notes. 🫶 Only idea would be him giving the rest of the flavours to Nendo because he’s like “These flavours are trash and this gorilla will eat anything.”

The earring thing is funny to me, but it also reminded me of another headcanon I have (which is also projecting). Saiko having sensitive ears and just like sensory issues in general when he wears two earrings so he just has one in at all times and like switches is to the other ear if it starts to bother him.

With him hanging out with the gang, Saiko’s house could absoLUTELY become one of the designated hangout spots, especially cause they can walk to it from their school as apposed to like Hairo who has to take the train. Also cause there’s 9+ of them and Saiko’s room is massive, let alone the rest of his house. I think they would all value Saiko’s massive TV which I KNOW he has named guarantee. I will think of a name later.

BURNING MONEY AS A COPING MECHANISM. 😭 I think his parents eventually find out and it’s the only time they’ve ever been mad at him. I also think Kuboyasu in particular would find this out and have a heart attack. He’d be like ⁉️x10.

OKAY THAT’S ALL MY NOTES AND IDEAS!!! These were all so silly I will possibly be doodling some of these later. 😈

Also Kuboyasu smacking Saiko with a wad of cash made me start cackling out loud. 😭

Give me YOUR Saiko headcanons now!!! 😈😈😈

OMG U GOT IT!!!

Here are my epic awesome sauce Metori Saiko headcanons…

• Okay so this is basically canon but I think abt it a lot… Saiko deals with his emotions by isolating himself. He isolates himself from days to weeks on end, sometimes even not eating during those times cause he doesn’t wanna even face his chefs or servants. Saiko LOVES wallowing in his own misery for days and days, it’s really the only way he can deal with things. Of course when he comes out of his room after like a week or two of not showing his face to anyone people question it, but he straight up says it’s none of their business or lies about going on vacation somewhere.

• Saiko finds school extremely boring and mundane and doesn’t pay attention in any of his classes. He pays takahashi to do his homework for him lol… so during tests he FLUNKS them 😭 like REAL bad. He would have all F’s if he didn’t pay the teachers to change his grade.

• Connected to the last one, when the new teacher moved to their class (the creepy lookin one lol) and he didn’t accept his bribe, Saiko FREAKED out cause he’s like “how tf am I gonna pay my way to graduation now” and he tried locking in for school for the first time ever (didn’t work) (gets bored too easily)

• ALSO connected to the last one kinda, since he hates school he tries to make it as interesting as possible. That’s why he decorated his desk with diamonds! He absolutely decorated his locker SO MUCH. Probably made it gold plated. Gives him some of that sweet sweet attention

• As a kid Saiko tried to make friends but they didn’t like him. His father reminded him that there is nothing money cant buy so he offered a bunch of money to those kids and THEN they agreed to be his friend. This is how his whole thing with not believing people can like him outside his wealth started

• His favourite candy flavour ever is cherry. He makes his servants buy bags and bags of fancy sweets and makes them pick out ONLY the cherry ones and put them on a gold platter for him.

• He has both of his ears pierced but he thinks two earrings make him look too much “like a girl” (😭). He occasionally switches sides and everytime he does he secretly hopes someone points it out (nobody ever does)

• After the shows ending (basically post Saiko character development) he hung out with Saiki and the gang out of his own free will. He tried paying them after, Kuboyasu grabbed the wad of cash and smacked him across the face with it.

• When Him + Saiki and the gang go to the beach, Nendo feeds Saiko grapes cause he asks him to. Nendo usually starts playing around with it, like trying to throw the grape in Saiko’s mouth from further and further away or do trick shots. This makes Saiko annoyed as hell at first but he actually gets into it

• One of his coping mechanisms is burning 100 yen (or higher sometimes) notes. It gives him a RUSH (he only does this in private)

• Low-key closeted non binary but that’s okay.

If you can’t tell my fav thing to do ever is fleshing out characters by making stories for them and that’s what I did with Saiko lol… hope this suffices. I have more but I’m blanking like there’s no tomorrow

[flowersandfilms]

i am also gonna be rambling a bit but woo hoo so heres some headcanons i have for characters overall bc why not (some of these i talked about with friends and stuff so if you see a recap of a convo we've had just know it has altered my brain chemicals and is now fact in my mind. (also NOBODY in jjba is nt besides maybe idk funny valentine or something) ok onto the hcs:

Giorno!!: Autistic. this boy. this lovely young man. he is so autistic. the main hc here however is that he is very sensory seeking and loves loves loves physical touch. he went through most of his life not hugging others because he didnt know how to initiate due to not recieving any real attention as a kid. This makes him seem very touch averse. However, the second someone (my moneys on Narancia) randomly hugs him, expectingly he latches on and gets super super happy because he likes the feeling of being hugged a lot. he also does the grabby hand thing to signal to others he needs touch because again, he doesnt know how to initiate. (he mainly does it to Fugo though because theyre in love)

Fugo 🫶: Also heavily autistic. he also seems to be touch averse but is really just highly anxious with purple haze and his terrible intrusive thoughts so he usually strays away from touching people but once he finds out Giorno really likes touch he lets him hug him more often and also lays his head on his shoulder sometimes as an energy recharge

Johnny: ok first off: he is autistic with severe anxiety and also BPD. now THATS out of the way!! (before he got tusk obv) He would bite his nails, a lot. it was a genuine issue throughout his life, even before Nick's death he would bite them out of anxiety or as an attempt to mask his emotions when his dad was yelling at him and so on. He also gets hyper attached super super quickly due to not getting much (positive) attention as a kid and it still fucks with him a LOT. Especially after Gyros death bc he was his first fp and genuinely had a super super hard time coping with that. (i have so many johnny hcs but thats basically its own post so ill hold off)

Gyro: autism, adhd, funny guy syndrome the list goes on!! but yes Gyro is such a silly guy but at the same time has an extreme sense of justice and usually needs johnny to talk him down from impulsively jumping into situations that could hurt him. (i also have more for gyro but again, seperate post)

thats all i have energy for tonight tbh but these are some of my favs and these hcs have been rollin around in my lil noggin so i had to put it somewhere!! also yes, i do highly believe all of these characters are autistic and if you dont think so!! argue with a wall i guess!!

[nevalizona]

While I was away I played the first WarioWare game and ohmygod I loved it to pieces! I want to play the rest of the games at some point. It was genuinely such a fun experience and it really helped me when I was going through the worst time ever so, thank you, Wario🫡🧄

I also finished a book and started another. It's a lovely feeling finishing and starting books. I'm loving this new one. It's The H*unting of H*ll H*use and ahhhhh I love it so much. I need to read more asap.

Also I got to watch my brother play totk some and it's SOOOOO good. Idk if this is controversial or not, but I like it FAR more than I liked botw. I have been SO emotionally moved already and we're like not that deep into the story aha.

I finished Ravenhearst as well! (A Mystery Case Files game lol) and honestly? I loved it. For a hidden object game, it had an amazing story. Right down my alley. I may make a post about this soon aha. I'm replaying Madame Fate, too, so now the ending will make sense to me. I genuinely love this carnival game so much. It's silly to admit but it's definitely up there on my list of favorite games.

The Direct was full of so much exciting news! Nintendo doesn't always get it right, but when they do? Oh boy! It's a doozy! I'm a huge Mario person so this was nothing but good news for me. I'm still manifesting another animal crossing game at some point and another Tomodachi Life and once those are announced I will be the happiest person ever.

All this to say, I was able to remember better coping strategies and actually distract myself. Not just with the phone (I've learned it doesn't distracted me, makes me feel worse) but like actually distracting myself by doing things I enjoy. Hopefully I can do this with my phone still present and not hidden but we'll see🫶