Oh God. No

Oh God. No 😭

He Didn’t Mind

Michelangelo X Reader

He Didn’t Mind

“What are you doing up so late?”

The flicking of the light switch bathed you in a blinding light, you looked at the counter top you were currently sitting on and waited for your eyes to adjust.

“Dove,” he softly called to you, his arms caressing the side of your crossed legs, “It’s like three in the morning, what are you doing up?”

“Nightmare.” You mumbled, squinting to look at him as the blinding light had consumed your vision.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Can you just,” You tiredly put a hand on his chest, “Can you just hold me?”

“Okay, okay.” He nodded and snaked his arms around you; wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled yourself closer to him. You legs wrapped around him, and your head was buried between his neck and your arm.

“Don’t let me go, Mikey.” You pulled him closer to you, your tears falling on his skin.

“I won’t, dove.” He pressed a soft kiss against your head before leaning into you, “I won’t.”

You never talked about your nightmares, he would ask you the same question every time you woke up with a scream, you always answered the question with wanting him close to you.

He didn’t mind.

“You know what, we make a pretty good team.”

“We destroyed the kitchen, Mikey.”

“But at least we did it together.”

“I don’t even think this is edible.”

“Yeah,” He slung his arm across your shoulder, “That’s definitely not edible.”

“How did we even mess up box Mac and Cheese this bad?”

“I blame you.”

“You blame me!” You shoved your elbow into his side, while chuckling along with him.

“You’re distracting!”

“You’re distracting.” You mocked him and squealed when he hoisted you up on the counter top.

“Very distracting.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes roaming your face.

You smiled under his touch, and wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, “Should we leave this mess for your brothers to clean up?”

“I like what you’re thinking, dove.”

“Let’s go back to my place,” you hopped off of the countertop, “We can get food delivered.”

“I definitely like what you’re thinking.”

“Then let's go, before your brothers come in looking for food.” You giggled and started to pull him out of the lair, you both chuckling while walking from the lair.

The roar of your names from his brothers’ lips caused you both to go into a fit of laughter and run faster from the lair.

Escaped from the sewers, and resting in your apartment, he spoke,

“You certainly love to get me in trouble, dove.”

“I do.” You walked over to his relaxing frame on your couch, you sat between his legs facing him, “That's what makes me a good teammate.”

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, dove.”

“Maybe I do,” you leaned closer to him, you lips ghosting above him, “I know exactly what I’m doing to you.” Your hands cupped his face while his softly gripped your hips.

He didn’t mind when you got him in trouble, when you would tease him, when you would allure him to your secluded apartment, when you kissed him.

He didn’t mind.

“Somebody’s in love!”

“Mikey, we’ve been dating for almost a year.”

“You’re not denying it.”

You rolled your eyes and pressed a kiss on his cheek, “No, I’m not denying it.”

He pulled up into a tight hug, your back against his front and his arms trapping yours under his grip.

“Mikey, I have to make dinner.”

“We can just order pizza.”

“If you make me eat another pizza, I swear I will dump you right now.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“How much you want to bet, pretty boy?”

He kissed you cheek one more time before nuzzling his face into your neck, his arms slipping from capturing your arms and moved to be around your waist.

“Compromise?”

“Compromise.”

He relaxed as he held you in his arms, his mind drifting into daydreams.

“You two are unbearably sweet.”

“Hush up if you want dinner, Don.”

He didn’t mind when you acted as if his family was yours, when you would tease as joke as a couple, when you showed that you two loved one another in a goofy unique way.

He didn’t mind.

“You’re in trouble now.” A soft gasp escaped your lips as he pressed you against your countertop, the action causing some of the flour caked on his face to dust away.

“What are you going to do about it?”

You let out a scream as he smothered unbaked dough down the side of your face. You struggled under him, your arms blocking his hand that dripped with the dough.

“Sweeten up, sweetness.” He chuckled while his hand crawled towards your face.

“Mikey. Mikey, no!” You shouted before his hand planted itself on the side of your face, his fingers pressed against your ears. You whined and shoved his hand off of you, you attempted to wipe off the sticky dough.

“Ew, Mikey, gross.”

“You should be happy,” he pulled you close to him with his clean hand, “Now we can take a shower together.”

“Well,” Your flour covered hands trailed a powdery path up his chest and around his neck, “You should clean up your messes.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying, dove?”

“You tell me, Mikey.” You started taking steps towards the bathroom, your hands pulling him by the ends of his mask. A smirk played on his lips, both his hands grabbing your waist, him stumbling after you. His arms slithered down to your hips to hoisted you onto his waist. Once he did so, your arms wrapped around his neck and your lips were on his. You were carried to the bathroom and he sat you on the countertop, he pulled away from you and stared at your relaxed face.

“I think I'm in love you.”

“If you didn’t I’d be a bit concerned.”

“Now I know I’m totally in love with you.”

“Mikey,” your eyes opened and your hands cupped his face, “You have no idea how much I love you.”

“I could believe that,” his slowly leaned more closely into you, “But you should show me how much you love me.”

“I will.”

He didn’t mind when he felt like he was your everything, and he didn’t mind seeing you as his everything.

“It’s okay, Mikey, it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay!” He cried out, his eyes blurred as your feet hovered above the city.

“It’s okay.”

“No, I’m not dropping you,” his tears a blood mixed in with one another, “My brothers, they’ll be here, just a little longer.”

“Mikey, I love you.”

“No! No goodbyes!”

“It’s time.”

“No, please.”

“You have to let me go.”

“No!”

You hung onto his dislocated arm, the pain written on his face. The blood from the multiple slices on his arm began to drip down onto your dangling figure. His weapons were gone, he had no way to protect you, but the spear in your hand remained as you dangled about the height that would bring your death.

“What do we have here?” Mikey cried out in pain as a foot slammed on his shell, the silver armor shined under the sun. You eyes flicked from the turtle who was desperate to keep you, to the man who wanted your demise.

“I love you, Mikey.”

“No, what are you doing?” He was frantic, he wanted to save you, and you wanted to save him.

“I’m sorry.” You pushed your feet against the side of the building, the force caused his grip to release you. It all happened in slow motion.

Mikey’s cries were like waves.

The man seemed to smirk under the mask.

But something launched out of your hands.

You felt as though you were in a cheesy action movie as the spear in your hand flew into the air and struck the man. He fell away from the turtle who was screaming at you. You smiled softly at the turtle before your eyes closed, and you accepted what was to come next.

“Mikey!” The brothers caught sight of him and pulled him to safety, all focused on his multiple cuts and crying eyes.

“Y/N.” His voice was hoarse, “They’re gone.”

“What are you talking about Mikey?”

“They’re gone, they-they were holding my hand. And now, they’re gone.”

“Mikey we have to go.”

His brothers carried him away from the rooftop, your falling figure glued to his eyes.

He would gasp waking up, his arm always aching, always dreaming that when he would awaken you would be next to him. Nightmares of your passing overpowered the few dreams of a happy ending. Every morning without you was a grim reminder of what he had lost, and the ghost of himself that he could never return to.

He didn’t mind when you decided to save him and his family.

Only, he did mind.

He minded a lot.

“Snoopy, come home”, 1972.

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Description: Eddie is desperate to find a popular toy for Christopher, but it’s been sold out everywhere. Y/N helps.

Warnings: Cursing.

A/N: Day 5 of 12 days of Christmas! 

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Brownies Are A Matchmaker

Shane Madej x reader

Word Count:1109

Warnings: None I don’t think

Authors Note: I choose Shane because hello I am biased as a Shaniac but it’s fine. (although I did add Ryan as like bestie wingman perso because you can’t write buzzfeed unsolved without both ghoul boys)I quite enjoyed my brain DYING as you wrote so many ‘/’ it was a crazy man. Thank you for requesting because holy cannoli man HALLOWEEN and BUZZFEED UNSOLVED. Yes. YES

Request: Buzzfeed unsolved, desk mates idea, “You tend to make too much food so you’d bring them in to share with Shane/Ryan, and bring in baked goods for the Holidays for everyone, maybe there’s a new guy/gal/person that flirts with you over your Halloween cookies and Shane/Ryan gets jealous/protective” 300% love all your fics you’ve written so far because you are a fantastic writer!!

Summary: the request

Genre: fluff

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You walked into the office with a smile. Working at buzzfeed was cool because you got to come in a few minutes late and zero people noticed. You walked to your desk and sat down on the spinny chair, moving around to face your computer.

You clicked on your computer and went to grab some papers you had printed earlier for a new video when you felt the presence behind you. You turned, confused.

When you saw who it was you laughed and they smiled at you, the two boys from the office just beside yours. You talked to Shane and Ryan very often, the crucial reason being the fact that you always made to much food and they quite liked food. You fished in your bag and grabbed out two containers, handing them over.

“I need the blue ones back if you want anymore,” you told them, referring to the tupperware you had given them last week. This weeks food consisted of the desert cupcakes you made two batches of last night.

“You are honestly a lifesaver Y/N,” Ryan told you, sitting on his own spinny chair just across the way from you. You smiled at him and waited for Shane to leave but he smiled and sat on your desk. You eyed him and moved your phone so that he didn’t knock it over.

“Are you making anything special for Halloween like you did last year?” he asked you. You had made a big batch of cupcakes last year and decorated them for just the boys.

“I’ve been asked to make food for the whole office so yes I will be,” you told him with a smile. He nodded and stood back up straight. Well as straight as that lanky man could be. He thanked you again and sat down on the other side of Ryan, opening up the tupperware and taking a bite of the food.

To be truthful this had begun as you just sharing food but it had just become routine now. You made more food then you needed and just gave it to the boys. Whether it be dinner or dessert and they seemed to enjoy it. It made you happy whenever you knew you were making food for three instead of one.

It also helped when Shane thanked you because you had the biggest crush on him. You didn’t want to say it, of course worried he might not like you back but also super worried it would change things between you. So you stayed quiet and gave him smiles and hoped that one day he would just learn to read your mind and ask you out himself. You were rest assured realizing that day would never come so hoping for it was beyond, well, hope.

You made your dessert that night. It was only a day till Halloween and you had been procrastinating doing them until tonight. You decided upon a cute recipe you had made a few years back for Halloween of little brownie bars that you could decorate to be themed for the holiday.

It didn’t take you long to make them and so you were decorating them in no time.

For as long as you had been baking you were able to afford spacing out while doing simple tasks like frosting and found your mind hoping Shane would like these.

You sure hoped so. He was the main reason you were making them.

You came into work the next day with a sly smile and began to hand out the brownies. You were overjoyed to find how many people were asking for seconds as they came across your office space throughout the day. Shane and Ryan were very pleased with them, saying it was some of your best work which you knew but it was still nice to hear that from opinions you cared about.

When someone you didn’t know came to your desk asking for more you were surprised. You knew everyone around here, the office was small enough and you didn’t know anyone was coming in. He looked nice though so you gave him another brownie.

“I’m Joan,” he said. He was a lanky tiny man, not hot but cute enough.

“Y/N. You must be new here then?” you asked, putting down your coffee mug. Shane had actually gifted you the mug for Christmas last year. It reminded you momentarily to buy things for him and Ryan when November began.

“Yeah I am. I work for some of the researchers for the unsolved group,” he told you. You smiled and nodded to Shane and Ryan.

“Then those are your boys,” you told him. He turned to where they were. Ryan was deep into a web article, scribbling down notes on a pad while Shane was just watching some Youtube video and devouring another brownie. You made separate batches for the two of them. Joan looked over briefly and Shane gave him a thin smile while Ryan was to spaced out to see him.

“Ah yeah. Anyway I was wondering if I could come over and see you bake sometime? These are so good.”

Wow. Very forward. Before you had a chance to speak you heard Shane speak up.

“Back off buckaroo the ladies got a boyfriend,” he said, mouth full of brownie. You stared at him and he smiled again.

“Oh! Who?” Joan asked, obviously annoyed.

“Me,” he said. Your eyes widened.

“Excuse me?” you asked, trying to figure stuff out.

“Hey Y/N wanna go out with me?” You smiled confused.

“Sure.”

“See. That bakers mine,” he said.

Safe to say Joan backed off after that one.

Ryan turned around.

“I’m sorry what just happened?”

Tag List: @swanky-batman

I was walking through the toy aisle at Target when I found this thing and had a VIOLENT AND IMMEDIATE FLASHBACK to when JP first came out and they had a bunch of REALLY COOL T Rex toys that I would have sold one of my scrawny small-child limbs for but my mother wouldn’t get me one because they were “too violent and also ate people” :(