Snoopy, Come Home, 1972.

“Snoopy, come home”, 1972.

I like how everybody is paired off haha

ASSEMBLE

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.

I need a part 2. This was great.

Thankful - Sasori

Request: Could I request a scenario for Sasori x reader where his s/o somehow saves him during the fight with Sakura :)?

A/N: So I altered it a bit because I wasn’t sure how the reader would be able to do it and everything. It’s the same idea, only the reader brings him back to life after instead of saving him.

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

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“You are a fool.”

While you hadn’t expected a big hug and “oh Y/N, thank you so much!” You had expected at least a bit of gratitude.

“Excuse me?”

Sasori turned his gaze on you - eyes dark and cold. They hadn’t even be that cold when he was nothing more than a doll. And despite yourself, you felt a chill run down your entire body.

“You are a fool,” Sasori repeated, tone dark. “For letting your emotions get the best of you.”

“I saved you!” You blurted, raising your hand as you pointed at the red-haired man before you. How dare he! After you had used all your strength, all your chakra and more than year to bring his sorry ass back to life. “You’re alive, don’t you care?”

“You made me…” Sasori paused, as if the reality of it all sickened him. “You made me real.”

“I made you human, yes,” you huffed, narrowing your eyes. “God forgive me for saving your life and bringing you back from the dead after you got your ass whooped by a girl with pink hair!”

Within seconds Sasori was before, quicker than you ever remembered him being. Your back was pressed against the wall of the room and Sasori’s arms were on either side of your head, trapping you. And as Sasori stood there, trapping you in his arms, he tried desperately to remember why he’d ever kept you around.

He’d rather be dead than human again. All he’d work for was lost, all because of you.

“I know how I died,” Sasori spat. “I expected to stay that way.”

Trying to keep your cool and stay as confident as a person could be trapped against the wall, chakra-exhausted with a man who seemed to hate you, you sighed. “I spent more than a year trying to bring you back to life. I nearly died for you! I thought you’d at least be grateful.”

“I didn’t ask you to.”

“I don’t care!” God, your throat was going to be raw after all this screaming. “I did it because I care for you, can’t you see that?”

“You ruined everything I worked for.” Sasori spat, pushing up from the wall. He’d forgotten what it felt like to be real and he hated it. Without another word, Sasori turned and begun walking away.

Your eyes widened; “where are you going? Hey!”

Sasori’s head spun and his dark, gleaming eyes fell on you making you fall still. “To fix what you ruined.”

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this is actually a really interesting concept… i wouldn’t mind continuing it, but i’m not sure. 

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