and mikey's feet

Broken feet

Raphael (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: Exciting, this is gonna be fun. Thanks for requesting nonnie!

Prompt: “imagine Raph coming back from a walk to find his girl in a verbal fight with leo over who knows what and happens to walk in right before she tries to round kick him, only to break pretty much her entire foot.”

Word count: 750

Warnings: Swearing & nerds

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3

“Never underestimate an angry child, Leo!” You yelled at the blue-clad ninja who was on the other side of the living room with his arms crossed and a sour expression on his face.

Mikey was between the two of you, reading a comic book on the couch and devouring the packet of chips you left on the couch. “I bet your brothers secretly love seeing how the mighty fall - their invincible leader knocked down a couple of pegs.” His teeth gritted together, coiling one of his green hands into a tight fist.

“Shut up, you ignorant bitch!” He jumped over the table, aiming to tackle you but missing completely after you swerved out of the way to the other side of the table. He picked himself back up from the ground where he landed and glared again, his fingers itching to grab his sword.

“You know it’s true or you wouldn’t be so angry!” Playfully you cocked an eyebrow up at him defiantly. Leo narrowed his eyes at your small form, his lower lip jutting out in what looked like a pout.

“I can break you, like a tooth pick.” He grumbled, making Mikey look up at him and raise his eyebrow.

“Bro, you yelled at Donnie earlier because he killed a bug, by accident, how the hell-”

“Oh my god Mikey, shut up!” Your hands moved to your hips, walking over to stand in front of Mikey, like a protective mother.

“Don’t yell at him, he had a fucking point you backwards dipshit!”

“I’m the backwards dipshit? You wear socks inside out so you don’t have to wash them when they get dirty.”

“How the fuck do you know? And at least I can wear socks without ripping them!”

“Really? Your big hairy man feet say otherwise!”

“Actually, [Y/N] has nice feet-” Mikey started before shutting up when Leo sent him a glare.

“Why don’t you just get the fuck out of our lives, I don’t even know what Raphael sees in you!” Leo attempted to walk past, but you yelled another few colorful insults his way, him yelling many back and just as you managed to muster up the courage to turn around and boot him in the face with your foot, Raphael showed up behind you and Leo was no where to be seen. Your foot collided with Raphael’s cheek and everyone heard the loud crack.

You fell to the floor, howling in pain and Mikey’s never ending back of chips on your head.

“Fuck!” Raph yelped, shaking his head slightly. For such a small person in comparison to him, you hit hard. But returning to the problem at hand, Raphael knelt down beside you, his hands shaking as you and Mikey both screamed.

“I can see bone dudette! I can see bone!” Mikey ran around before kneeling next to Raphael as well, picking the chips off of your body. “Can’t let these go to waste though-”

“Mikey, go get Donnie! Now!” Raphael pushed Mikey away, as he picked your body up gently and taking you to one of Donnie’s tables.

“What tha fuck were ya and Leo even arguin’ about that made ya think it was a good idea to hit him?” Raphael lectured, propping your head and leg up on blankets and cushions.

“I-I wanted to watch Star Wars, but he, the stupid prick, wanted to watch Star Trek.”

Raphael shook his head and ran a hand over his face.

“Are ya kiddin’ me babe?” Donnie burst into the room, a serious yet panicked look on his face as he instantly began tending to your injury.

“Ta be honest darlin’” Raph started from a chair next to you, his head leant back and his hand in yours. “Star Trek: Beyond wasn’t that bad.” Getting a look from you and a smack on the head he sat up straight. “Okay before ya murder me, let me explain.”

Quite some time after getting your foot properly treated by Donnie, Leo walked out from the kitchen, a sandwich in hand.

“What did I miss?”


updated 1/16


“Distract me”   best friend!calum. smut.

Rude Awakening   daddy calum. little y/n. no smut.

Tense.    daddy kink cal. choking. smut.


Bite Me.    vampire mikey. smut.


Six Feet Under   smut. ashton’s got money.


Soulmates   calum. no smut.

Luck and Morphine

Fandom: teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Characters: Raph, Donnie, Leo, Mikey
Relationship: Raph/reader
Request: A story where the reader got badly injured (deadly) during a fight, resulting in Raphael going berserk. The reader get “scared” of him , raph run away. The drama, misunderstanding, Angst happen.. happy end of course not fan of the smut but it’s still your fic
It was your own fault. You didn’t see the ninja sneak up behind you (oh how ironic it was) but you should have heard! You were trained better than this! Splinter trained you better than to let your guard down. That, and you weren’t meant to be out.
You were tired. Exhausted actually. Every muscle in your body felt like they were on fire and were about to snap apart. Your heart was beating painfully in your chest and you could hear your pulse in your ears. That along with a high pitched whine from when you had had your head bash against a wall a couple of minutes ago.
you had managed to persuade Leo to let you come out on a patrol (much to Raphs displeasure). But the next thing you knew, you were being attacked.
3 of them tried to drag you away from the turtles and had, in part, succeeded. You now had no idea where you were. You were in a small alley, but that wasn’t much help considering new York has as much side alleys as it does people. Or at least that’s how you felt. You had no doubt if they had succeeded in capturing you, your life would have either been ripped from you or used as a bargaining tool against the turtles.
You heard your name on a roof above you. You twisted around and saw raph jumping down. You ran towards where you thought he would land only for one more of the gang who attacked you to jump out of nowhere. You felt a sharp pain in your side, like you had been hit by a train.
You let out a gasp as you looked down to see the man had plunged a knife into your side. Stumbling back, you seemed to go into a daze. Like you were in a dream. A very real, painful dream.
The man was then picked up and thrown against the wall. There was a disgusting cracking noise as his now lifeless body dropped to the floor and Raph now towered over you.
you could feel the blood now running down your right side and due to the way you had stumbled, Raph couldn’t the knife.
In fact, Raph didn’t even know you had just been stabbed. He could see the cut on your cheek and the grazes and bruising you had but not the worst of them all. All the wind had been knocked out of you and the pain rendered your speechless. In fact, even breathing was painful. You knew you couldn’t pull the blade out because that would
“I told you not to come!” Raph growled, his voice deep and dangerous.
A shot of fear coursed through your body and you became all too aware of how weak you were.
You tried to force yourself to speak, but he cut you off.
“You have no one else to blame but yourself! You know you aint good enough to deal with them! But you didn’t care! You are so careless with your life! Why did you have to be so STUPID!” Raph screamed at you, his fists clenched.
You didn’t know what to do. Your body was shutting down and you felt yourself becoming weaker and weaker. The shock and adrenaline was wearing off to make room for the pain to increase.
you were going to die. In an alley way. And he was right. It was all your own fault.
You looked at Raph, the fear in your eyes obvious as tears started to run down your cheek. Your jaw was shaking as was the rest of your body.
He didn’t know! You needed to tell him. To call for him. To call for the others.
“Help!” You cried out, using all your energy. But you were quickly punished as you felt the pain in your side pulsed. You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a sob of pain, now trying to not breath.
You heard your name being called and 3 thuds to your other side.
looking, you saw Donnie approaching first, then Leo and then Mikey. You knew Donnie could help you! He could heal you like he had done with his brothers. He was smart and knew medical procedures.
Donnies eyes quickly found the knife sticking out your side and you saw fear and horror flash through him.
“help me.” You whispered to him, your knees now shaking so hard. Donnie saw this and moved to your other side, trying to figure the best way to help you stay up. You watched him but as you did so, you saw Raph backing away.
As your eyes met him, you noticed there was no longer anger, but regret.
Then he was gone, disappeared into the night.
—-time skip———
Some how, Donnie, Mikey and Leo managed to get you back to the lair. You faded in and out of consciousness due to the pain. But you were brought back by Donnie telling you that you had to stay awake. Otherwise, you might not wake up.
you were rushed to Donnies lab. Donnie indicated to set you down on a desk that was cluttered with paper, tools and odd bits and pieces. Mikey made little work of it, sweeping it all off as the other two lifted you up and lay you on the table. You lay on your left side so your right side and the knife, were up. You were facing the door of the lab.
Donnie told Leo to use scissors and cut all the clothing around the area off. Following his brothers instructions, leo cut what felt like a circle around the knife. He was careful to leave you about to cover your chest but the rest was cut down to your belly button and just under your hip bone (once again, carful to leave something to cover you).
Mikey was helping Donnie find medical supplies and you could hear them talking, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. You heard Leo. He was telling you that you were going to be alright. That they would make sure you were. That he was sorry.
you lay with your left arm under your head and your right hand up at your mouth. Every time you felt yourself becoming sleepy, you bit down on your hand, nearly hard enough to draw blood. But if it kept you out of a comma, it was worth it.
There was now a harsh buzzing in your ears and you didn’t notice Donnie and Mikey come back until there was a sharp pain in your side.
you let out a scream, trying to move away until 2 pairs of hands held you down. You looked to see Leo holding your shoulder down and Mikey, your feet. Donnie was removing the knife.
One each of their faces, was pain. Donnie was staring at you, his eyes begging forgiveness. You clamped your teeth around your hand and nodded to him.
With that, he continued.
The pain was excruciating. A part of you said it was worse than being stabbed. You screamed as you bit down on your hand, your eyes squeezed shut tightly. The tears flowing down your cheek like a river.
opening your eyes, you saw blood pouring onto the table as it was fully removed. You let out labouring pants between your screams of pain.
you didn’t know what Donnie would have to do, what he would have to check, but you had to stay awake.
You felt the wound being inspected and it sent a fresh, new wave of pain through your body and you couldn’t help but cry out. You had to remove your hand from your mouth when you tasted blood and saw you had broken the skin. So you just screamed.
It was the only thing you could do.
But something moved and caught your attention.
The door burst open and Raph stormed it.
You saw him yelling, managing to read his lips. “whats going on?!” but as he screamed, Donnie stopped and you were left for a moment in the dull pain which gifted you back a little of your hearing.
“What’d ya me stabbed? When was she stabbed?” Raph roared, taking it that the brothers were unable to protect you.
“We don’t know! You’re the one that was with her!” Leo roared back, making you jump slightly. It took a lot to make Leo snap like that. But then again, he had just had to hold down someone he considered a sister while they were struggling and screaming in pain.
You saw the realisation dawn on Raphs face as he looked at you and he seemed to slump. He started to walk to you, and you were about to tell him. To tell him it wasn’t his fault, to tell him you needed him right now.
But Donnie got back to work.
You let out a scream of pain and your body involuntarily shook, making Leo and Mikey press down on you to stop you. Your vision blurred but then you saw something in front of you. As you focused on that, you saw Raph had fallen to his knees in front of you. You stopped screaming to let out more labouring pants. Reaching out your bloody hand, you were grateful that Raph caught on and took your hand in his. He was shaking but before you could say anything, the pain kicked in again. You squeezed his hand, hard as you grinded your teeth together.
You have no idea how long this went on for. There was words of encouragement that filled your ears from all of them. You were sweating from the pain and screaming. And the pain was a constant.
But eventually, you heard Donnie say he was going to stich you up and then he said the magic word.
He was going to numb the area around the wound so it shouldn’t hurt when he stitched it.
“You couldn’t… have done that… sooner?” You panted, flashing Donnie a small smile to show him you were okay.
“Sorry, it take around 10 minutes to kick in. and I needed to make sure that blade was poisoned or had done any damage I couldn’t fix. You are incredibly lucky. Well, for someone who just got stabbed.” Donnie smiled as you felt him rub your back. You let out a small, breathy laugh before he gave you a shot of something that he had which seemed to instantly lift a little pain. He then moved to the other side of the room and started to fill a needle with more fluid in case your one wore off.
Donnie asked Leo and mikey to go get something to help clean the blood up.
It meant you had a moment alone with Raph. You looked and saw he was crying, hard.
“you were right.” You mumbled, looking at raph. “I wasn’t ready. It was all my fault. I-I just wanted to help you. to be strong enough. Smart enough. To be good enough.” You mumbled, unable to meet his gaze.
Despite the fact Donnie hadn’t numbed you yet, you felt the pain subsiding. Well, not subsiding, but it was less that it was. But you were able to work through it.
honestly, you were tired, dizzy, scared, exhausted and everything in between.
“no, I wasn’t.” Raphs voice was horse as he spoke. “It wasn’t that I didn’t think you were ready. I just didn’t want to put you in danger. And that was what happened. Because of us. Because of me. Im sorry, I should have known, I should have protected you.” Raph broke down, resting his head on yours and his hands. “I don’t know what id do without you.” You heard him mumble.
“Raph-“ You were about to tell him it wasn’t his fault but he interrupted.
“It wont happen again. I swear nothing will ever hurt you again. Cause i.. I love you.” He swore to you.
You felt your heart swell as he confessed his feeling for you. And if you hadn’t just been cut open and your limbs didn’t feel numb with exhaustion, you could have thrown yourself at him.
“I love you, too.” You smile, squeezing his hand in yours and smiling.
Raph let out a small breath as he pulled your hand and pressed his lips to it. In that moment, all the pain was forgotten in a moment of pure and utter pleasure.
But that was quickly taken away when you winced as a shot of pain took you out of the moment and you were able to think of one question.
“Why did you leave?” You asked him, and you quickly noticed Raph flinch at the question, but he knew he had to give you an answer.
“I-I thought I had scared. That I was the reason you called for help and asked Donnie to help you.” He explained, his eyes filled with hurt at the memory.
“I am not, nor will I ever be, scared of you.” You smiled, noticing Donnie coming back with a needle.
Raph noticed, but had been unable to look at the wound so he looked at the floor.
“Can you stay? Just till this kicks in?” You asked, nodding to Donnie.
“Till the very end.” Raph mumbled, only loud enough for you to hear, making you smile. “Besides, I need to see Donnie after you. I think you broke my hand.” Raph laughed, and you because very aware that when you had been in pain and hadn’t been able to bite your hand, you had been squeezing his.
“sorry, I just got stabbed, you see.” You shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm.
Despite the pain, you felt a weight had been lifted and you actually felt happier.
Donnie gave you the all clear after the stiches were finished and Raph had to carry you to his room. He managed to persuade Donnie that his bed was the softest, biggest and it was nearest to everything so it would be the perfect for you while you healed.
But you knew the secret reason why.
It was that vow. The vow he made to protect you. and that, mixed with love, was all you needed.
well, maybe a little morphine helped.

Wedding Series || Josh

Miscellaneous masterpost found here

Josh masterpost found here

Word count - 1,130

Summary - The one where Josh gets married.


You and Josh had been dating for four years before he finally decided to propose. It felt like every single day you had been together was leading up to the moment where you adorned yourself in a beautiful white gown and promised to love Josh forever. When it actually happened, it felt like it had gone in the blink of an eye. Now, you had done it. You said your vows and the fancy, prim and proper wedding vibes were over. It was time for the reception.

The venue was darkly lit with twinkling fairy lights along the walls. You and your wedding party were seated at a long white table, drinking happily and laughing at fond memories with each other. Josh couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He was always grabbing your hand and kissing it or placing his hand on the back of your neck and rubbing it gently. This was your favorite side to Josh. He was very much a hands on guy- always wanted to show everyone that you were his. Now, even after you were married, you had a feeling this trait of his wouldn’t go away. You hardly minded at all. Just thinking this made you smile, leaning over to place a kiss to Josh’s cheek. He gave you a loving smile in return.

For what was probably the hundredth time that night (or so it seemed) Caspar clinked his knife against his glass, starting a chant to get you and Josh to kiss. Once again, you just smiled. Any excuse to kiss your boyfriend- husband, right, that was still something to get used to- was fine by you. Josh placed his hand on your cheek and held your face close to his as he placed a long kiss to your lips. You smiled beneath it. putting your hand on top of his. Everyone in the room cheered and you and Josh pulled apart. You kept your forehead pressed to his for a moment and looked at him, his brown eyes already staring sweetly at you. You let out a small giggle and placed a kiss to the tip of his nose, then turned back to talking to your maid of honor. Josh just laughed and placed his hand on the back of your neck again, rubbing it gently.

You were so busy talking to Josh and your girlfriends that you hadn’t noticed that the whole buttercream squad, who served as Josh’s groomsmen, had left the table. Suddenly, a song began to blast through the speakers, causing you and Josh to look around the room wildly. Sure, music had been playing throughout the whole night, but this song stood out. It was loud and had started playing very abruptly. Everyone started cheering and finally, after scanning the room with your eyes a few times, you found the source of all the chaos. The song playing was the YMCA, and the buttercream squad was dressed as the characters.

Caspar was the cowboy, Joe was the construction worker, Mikey wore the Native American headdress, Jack was the cop, Conor was the biker man, and Oli was dressed in the military green outfit. Josh was laughing loudly, clapping his hands to the rhythm of the song. The boys had genuinely choreographed an entire dance and it was going quite smoothly. Naturally Caspar and Mikey tripped over their feet a few times, but that was to be expected. And anyway, none of them were good dancers, but seeing them try was putting tears of laughter in your eyes. It seemed like by marrying Josh, you were adopting six other boys.

When you turned to look at Josh who was still laughing at his mates’ antics, you couldn’t look away. Josh had this glow about him that always made you stare. When he was happy, watching his friends or spending time with you, he was the best person to be around. His smile always met his eyes and his laugh could light up a whole room. Your favorite thing about Josh was how his happiness just rubbed off on everyone.

You loved the buttercream boys because they were always there for him when you couldn’t be. You knew that if you were away on holiday or visiting your parents and Josh called you because he was down, you could rely on Caspar or Joe or Jack or any of the others to pick him up and dust him off. They made him so happy and you loved them all dearly for it. Now, you got to spend the rest of your life by Josh’s side, hoping to keep that smile on his face for as long as you could. The thought made you feel giddy almost. It still hadn’t fully registered to you that this was it- you were actually married to Josh. You were literally staring at the man you were going to spend the rest of your whole entire life with.

When Josh finally turned to look at you, he noticed a tear down your cheek. You hadn’t even noticed that you were crying. “Are you okay?” he asked quickly, gently brushing his thumb under your eye, careful not to smear your make up. “Are they ruining the night?” You laughed and held his hands in yours.

“No,” you said. “No this is just, it’s all perfect. They’re perfect. You’re perfect.” You let out another small laugh, “You’re so perfect. I guess, I don’t know, I think I’m crying because it just keeps hitting me that I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“I’m really that bad, huh?” Josh teased. You smiled at him and laid a hand on his cheek.

“I can’t wait to spend all of my years with your bright smile and your contagious laugh,” you told him. “And even if your idiot friends are the cause of it I’ll be happy because they’re giving me the gift of hearing you laugh which is, in fact, my favorite sound in the whole world.”

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. He was smiling beneath it and you were too. “You are the love of my life, Joshua Pieters,” you said to him, your lips still grazing his.

“And you (Y/N) Pieters, are the love of my life,” Josh said.

“Hmm, (Y/N) Pieters,” you grinned. “I could get used to that.”

Everyone was too focused on the YMCA spectacle to notice the moment you and Josh had shared. The two of you fully pulled away when the guests erupted into cheers over the boys’ dance finale. You and Josh both laughed and applauded your nutty friends. Before his mates returned to their seats, Josh quickly leaned over and kissed your cheek.

“I love you, Mrs. Pieters. So much.”


How Hamato Yoshi (Splinter) had influence on his sons. I LOVE Turtle Tots! I think during times of the day cause of routine, the little turtles would know what he’s up to. So they’d go searching for him at their favorite time. Especially Mikey. I think when ever Splinter cooked there would be little Mikey at his feet amazed by everything he did.

p.s. when I have kids, I would love to have a baby hammock/carrier.

(To see this image clearly you must go onto my blog page) +grumble+

  • Mikey: There we the middle of the night...
  • Donnie: It was day.
  • Mikey: We were surrounded by Footbots.
  • Donnie: They were Purple Dragons.
  • Mikey: [shoots to his feet] DOZENS OF THEM!
  • Donnie: Three of them.
  • Mikey: But they were no match. And in the end Donnie and I took them down and made a boatload of money selling their parts!
  • Donnie: [sighs] He's been having this recurring dream for nearly a month now...
His Voicemail After You Broke Up // 4/4 5SOS Preference

Read Part 2 (Cake) (Mashton)



He immediately regretted calling you once he heard your voicemail. But he needed to get everything off his chest. It had been a month since you two had broken up. He had never tried to contact you. Until now.

“Hey Y/N, I um I just wanted to talk or whatever. I know you probably don’t want to so I think it’s better if I leave this message.”

Cal bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair. He had so much to say but he knew you probably won’t even listen to his message.

“I miss you. I don’t know if you could tell, I mean, I did just call you. But I uh…”

He was trying to find the right things to say. He had this hope that you’d come back to him. You knew you were stubborn but there was just this hope that if he told you how he felt then maybe you’d realise that you two were better off together. So he wanted to tell you the right things.

“I’ve just got a lot to say. But I’ll keep it simple since I know how your patience works.” He took in a big breath before continuing. “I want to say that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for saying those things to you. I’m sorry for pushing you away when I knew that I just wanted to hold you close. I’m sorry for letting you walk away. I’m sorry for everything.”

His voice cracked and he tried to regain himself so he could continue. Cal didn’t think he could continue though. Thinking about you like this was taking a toll on him.

“And if you think that I’m even worth half of your time. If you think that we could talk, and I can tell you everything I can’t say right now, then call me back. I’ll answer in a heartbeat. Y/N… I’m still in love with you. And I don’t think that’s going to stop anytime soon.”

He coughed to cover up that he was about to cry. He didn’t usually cry but there were those moments. The moment when he will end the message he knows he’ll break down.

“So uh yeah,” He sniffed and wiped his eye, “just call me back if you can.”


Michael gave a kind of sick laugh when he heard the beep tone. “Is it sad that I was hoping you wouldn’t pick up? I mean, who the fuck calls someone and hopes they won’t answer? But I guess I’m just fucked.”

He laughed a little to himself again. It wasn’t that he found it amusing. The situation he was in was anything but humorous. But he had to laugh, because he had cried too many times. He had nothing left but to laugh. He was stupid and there was nothing more for him to do than to beat himself over it.

“I just thought that if you picked up one of my calls again then we’d have that talk. Last time I called you told me that I would be better off without you. It was weird because I was the one that broke up with you, but you were the one telling me to move on. I replay everything you said to me last time I called. It’s because I miss your voice so much.”

Mikey sat down, his feet swinging and he loved the fresh air. He hadn’t been able to find the time lately to appreciate the night sky. He was sitting at this spot over this river. It was small and most people would see past it. But it was yours and his. You two would go there when you felt like the world was too much and needed a break, but with each other. It was the first time he had visited this spot.

“I’m sitting here by the river. It’s a bit cold out but I don’t really mind. I keep looking over my shoulder, thinking that you’d come sit with me. But I know you won’t. That’s okay, at least it gives me time to think.”

It probably wasn’t the best idea for him to come visit your special place because it brought back a lot of memories. And he realised he’d never be able to make new ones here.

“I know when we first dated I didn’t seem like the type to be deeply in love. I mean, I didn’t think I was. But when we broke up, I became every cliché movie that existed. I’m sitting here in this spot, talking for some shitty voicemail you’ll get and probably delete.”

He looked down at the flowing river below him and it hit him why he was here in the first place. Since the break-up, Mikey hadn’t been the same. Everyone saw it but they knew he was just trying to cope.

“I just wanted to tell you why I’m up here. I don’t want to be like that guy that has his life shattered over a break up. But I mean, you were my world. And I just…it’s hard accepting that. I’m being an idiot now because I’m running away from my problems and not trying to pick up the pieces. But there’s no way out of it really. I don’t think I can pick up the pieces. That’s why I’m here. If I had to leave then I’d want it to be here. I was the happiest here. At least I’ll have some peace, you know? I know it’s a stupid way of telling you goodbye. But I just don’t know what I can do anymore. Hopefully in the future I get to look down from wherever I am and see that you’re living happily.

He took in a deep breath and blinked. He let the few tears fall from his eyes as he stared at the river. His vision was blurred but he loved the sound of the water rushing. He smiled sadly to himself.

“Because God knows how I love that smile of yours.”


“Fucking knew it.” Luke whispered. “Straight to ringtone. Since two fucking months ago. I knew you weren’t going to answer.” He shook his head. “But I keep calling anyway.”

Luke called often. But tonight was different because usually he had a few drinks before dialling your number. Tonight Luke sat home, sober as can be, and he was still calling you. He knew he fucked up when he broke up with you, but he couldn’t let go of you. Even you had already let go of him.

“I don’t even know why I bother. I know that you’ll never answer. You never do. But I don’t text you because I know that I can’t tell you how I actually feel.” Luke groaned and rubbed his eyes. “I feel like shit. I thought that if I broke things off everything would be great. But everything was great when I was with you. Fuck.”

He felt embarrassed that he still called you. But he loved listening to your voice, even if it was just your voice mail. He stuck around after the tone because he had this small hope that maybe, you do listen to his voicemails and you think about him. ‘Cause he for sure thinks about you.

“I can’t get you out of my head. It’s a sick feeling. I want to move on. I want to get over you. But there are just these little things. And then I realise that I can’t. You were it for me.”

He knew he was talking to himself. But he needed to think clearly, and he only did when he could talk to you.

He laughed darkly. “Obviously you don’t think the same now. I heard you’re around with someone new.” He paused for a moment. “I’m such a fucking idiot. I should’ve seen that you were it. You were the one who would make me happy for the rest of my life. Fucking hell.”

He sniffed and this time he tried not to break down. He had cried too much lately. But he couldn’t help the tears fall.

“The other day I found this shirt of mine. It was that shirt you always wore around the house. I joked about saying how it annoyed me that you took it too often. I joked about a lot of things. Maybe that’s why you realised you should move on. It’s because I never told you anything. I never told you that I fucking loved that shirt on you. You would do everyday things and I just wanted to wrap my arms around you and tell you how amazing you looked in it. I should’ve told you how I loved when I wore that shirt there was still a hint of your smell and it just put a smile on my face.”

Luke needed to end the call before he’d get too upset again. The boys worried about him. They have heard him call you before. And it broke him. Every time he calls you, it breaks him.

“I hope you’re happy with whatever you’re doing now. I’ve heard from a few people that you’re living better. I hope you’re happier than me because that’s all I want for you.” He shook his head to himself. He felt so guilty. “I should’ve told you how much I loved you. I needed to tell you that I’d love you forever and only you. Oh god, I love you so much Y/N. I love you so fucking much… I-I… I want you back here with me so I can tell you.

He sighed and it happened again. He realised again something he wished he would never have to say.

“But I know you’re never coming back.”


“Shhh she answered!” Ashton giggled. “Oh wait, it was her voicemail.” He tried to quiet down the other boys while he was on the phone. “Fuck it, I’ll just talk in another room.”

When Ash finally found a spot for him to sit and talk he sighed. It probably wasn’t the best idea to call you, especially when he had far too much to drink. His mates encouraged him to get out and get you off his mind. He hadn’t stopped thinking about you since the night you told him you were leaving.

“Hey Y/N, it’s Ashton. I don’t know why I just said that, I mean, you should know who I was. Unless you deleted my number then I totally understand if you didn’t answer.”

Ash bit his lip. It hurt it him when he thought about that. You two were fighting and you asked him if he loved you.

“I called because… because I wanted to tell you something. I do love you. I know I didn’t say it that night but I love you so fucking much. I love you… but I let you walk away.”

His groaned and brushed his hair out of his face. The alcohol was kicking in and he didn’t like it. He wished that he didn’t have to get shit-faced drunk because he’d rather be back with you, telling you the things he should’ve said.

“I know I pushed you away, so far that you had to leave me. I know that. But… I’m back home now. Well not really, home was where you were. But I mean that I’m back with family.”

He laughed at himself for getting side tracked so easily.

“I hadn’t told them what happened between us. I mean, Mum knows of course, but I didn’t tell Lauren and Harry. So when I got home we hung out for a bit and then Harry asked about you. I froze, I didn’t know what to say to him. He was asking if you were going to come visit, like you always did. Lauren agreed with him, she said she had so much to tell you. I freaked. I mean, what the fuck was I supposed to do. So I flipped out on them. I didn’t mean to yell, but I stopped because they looked so scared so… they hadn’t looked at me like that before. Like they hated me.”

Ash blinked quickly, trying to keep the tears at bay while he tried to stay calm on the phone. He didn’t want you to think he was broken beyond repair. He just wanted to tell you everything he felt.

“Mum got mad at me of course. At first I was silent. But then she started saying these things about how I’ve changed since you left and she said that if I wasn’t acting like I was I would’ve had you with me still. I got so angry at her just because she was right. I snapped at her. Oh god, the look on her face. I swear I… I apologised. But they’re all acting differently around me.” He paused to breathe in deeply. “It’s hard being at home now. I know I don’t have a lot of time with them and I should make time matter. But it’s so hard trying to pretend everything is the same. It’s so hard when they look at me, like the way you did when you left. Oh god… I can’t get you out of my head.”

Ash looked ahead of him, not staring at anything, just looking. His hand fell onto his lap and he just stared at it. He didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to do anything but close his eyes and sleep. Because at least then, he can imagine what it was like to be loved by you.

“But the thing is Y/N, I don’t think I want you out of my head. ‘Cause if I forget you, I’d forget who I was as well.”

Muke Proposing

hard times call for hard measures, this is the fluffiest i could whip up in the amount of time xx, Carly

Michael perked up, when he heard the usual commotion coming from the hallway of their tiny flat. There was the high tingling of keys being thrown into the ugly-ass vase Liz had gifted them when they had announced their move to the city, followed by the two low thumps of Luke’s shoes hitting the wall next to the cabinet and, eventually, the familiar thundering of Luke’s sock-clad feet down the hall.
“You won’t believe what one of the kid’s did today. I figured it was time to broaden their tinker horizons, so I wanted them to craft an animal of their choice out of paper-mâché and imagine this, Mikey, Jimmy almost ate all the gl-… Michael.” Luke came to an abrupt halt, hand groping the door frame of the living room for support.
Michael cleared his throat. He was brave. He could do this. Ignoring the slight pain in his right leg from kneeling on it for so long, he smiled up at his boyfriend. “Hey, love. C’mere for a moment, would you?”
Shaking his head in disbelief, Luke stumbled towards him, crushing rose petals under his feet. “Mikey.” His hand wandered to cover his mouth, eyes welling up with tears.
“Shh, babe, don’t cry. Just let me do this, yeah?”
Luke nodded, a little hiccup escaping his throat.
Michael took the younger boy’s hands in his and spoke up. “I knew it was you, the first time I saw you on campus. I knew it was you, because I can honestly say, I’ve never hated another human being as instantly as I hated you.” He laughed to take away the negative implication of the sentence. “I hated the way you talk, all excited and endearing and your pretty face. I hated the size of your quiff and how my hands wanted nothing more then bury themselves in that mess of blonde. I hated how you were never not smiling and you didn’t seem to be fazed in the least by my sharp words and loud mouth.” Michael looked up, meeting the blue irides of his boy, so bright that the sun seemed black against them. “But all that was due to me being afraid. You were so close to my heart so instantly and that terrified me. But I am not afraid anymore. We were meant to be and I have never loved anyone more than I love you. You’re the love of my life, Luke. So I’ll take this chance, my chance with you and I’m asking you-”
“Yes!” Luke exclaimed, tears streaming down his face.
Michael whined. “Luke! I wasn’t finished.”
“Don’t care.Yes, yes, a hundred times yes! Yes, I want to marry you, Michael.”
Laughing, Luke tackled him onto the ground, murdering the last of the rose petals when he rolled on top of Michael, peppering kisses all over his face. “I love you. I love you.”

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(Sorry if you aren't taking prompts!!) pre-PC Leo coming back from work with a black eye and a limp or something from an attempted mugging (attempted because Leo obviously won the fight) and all his boys take care of him pls and thank I need Leo to be taken care of with hugs b/c this bby needs it so badly

Leo sank against the wall as the elevator car bumped its way up ancient cables, pressing his forehead against a gummy wood panel and trying to steady himself against the pounding ache in his head. 

He felt so stupid. 

What had father’s training been for, if three men could so easily get the jump on him on his way home from work? He came out of the altercation on top, but not before they got a few solid hits in, and ripped the collar of his second best work shirt. At least they didn’t get his wallet. 

The elevator shuddered to a stop on his floor, and he waited for the doors to wheeze open. His brothers were out of school for the summer, so there was no telling what they might be up to at home, and no use hoping that they might already be asleep. Leo only prayed, fervently, that he didn’t look as bad as he felt. 

The lock turned with a loud clank, and he let himself in–and the apartment was half-lit, one bare bulb glowing brightly from the fat lamp they found at Goodwill that didn’t come with a shade, and two of his little brothers were staring at him from the couch. 

Leo’s heart sank.

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How Not To Sleep (Michael)

It was late when you finally got home. Somehow you had gotten sucked into an all day marathon that included every season with every episode of Teen Wolf by your best friend. It had been a crazy fun day, but now you were ready to snuggle up under the comforter in an oversized Tshirt and a pair of undies then snuggle up into Mikey. As you unlocked the door and got in, it was absolutely dark other than the TV setting a glow over the sleepy little teddy bear of a boyfriend on the couch. He gave you a half smile, but didn’t make to get up.

“Hey. I waited up for you.” He mumbled sleepily. A yawn escaping his lips as his arms stretched lazily toward you.

“You didn’t have to, but thank you, babe.” You say going over and kissing his cheek. “C'mon lets go to bed.”

You help Mikey to his feet and make your way up the stairs with his hand in yours. Once you reached the bedroom you made to change into your pjs while he immediately crashed on the bed before kicking off his too tight jeans sloppily and pulling his shirt over his head.

You laughed as he fought with his pants, mumbling a string of curses under his breathe. Pulling a big Tshirt over your head, you went to help him get his jeans off. But as soon as they were off you couldn’t help but stare a little…or yanno, a lot.

You settled under the covers along with Mikey who curled an arm around your waist pulling you flush against him. He nuzzled into your hair. With his lips in your ear he started softly singing as he and you began to drift slowly to sleep.

But you turned you head and looked at him with a look. “Babe, I’m not sleepy yet.”

“Mmm. Just lay down I’ll sing to you.” He mumbled already drifting off.

You bit your lip softly. “Mikey. I don’t want to sleep though.”

“Mm tired.”

You leaned over and started kissing his neck. Trailing them and leaving love bites in your wake. No way was he gonna be able to hide all of these. He groaned slightly as he shifted you on top of him without breaking your lips slowly trailing down his chest.

You left an array of hickeys across his chest before he pulled you up and kissed you gruffly. Flipping you onto your back, his hands trailed up under your shirt cupping your breast in one hand and the other trying to undo the clasp. You arched up to give him some help. You pulled his lower lip between your teeth before kissing him again. Tongues colliding in the moment.

“You need this gone.” He said pulling your shirt and bra off in one swoop, tossing them who knows where. “And these.” He kissed his way down from your neck to the top of your panties. He pulled them down with his teeth and licked his way up your thighs. Your breath hitched as he kissed everywhere but where you wanted his lips most. “Uh, mikey. C'mon don’t be a tease.” You moaned. He smirked up at you before he started eating you out. His tongue in you made you arch up and when he started to run your clit you lost it. Moaning his name and all you wanted was him inside you. He worked thoroughly as he went, your fingers twisting in his hair as your moans got louder. “Mi-mikey. I want you to fuck me now.”

You whined at the loss of his tongue. He pulled his boxers down roughly hid hard on slapping against his stomach. You hummed your approval before pulling him in for a kiss. The taste of you still on him, “Lemme ride you.” You whispered hoarsely.

His eyes flashed dark as you pushed him down and pulled his dick into your mouth. Your tongue licking at his slit and tasting the precum before you slowly began bobbing up and down. Your hands cupped at his balls as you deep throated him with even movements your tongue swirling the head every time you came up. You felt his dick twitch an you pulled off with a pop. His moans halting for a second before you lowered yourself onto him, rolling your hips as you slid all the way down. You moaned at the stretch and rolled your hips.

His hands fondled your boobs as you started to pick up pace as you moved up and down on his dick. Your moans filling the room perfectly with his as you pulled yourself almost all the way off of him before slamming back down. Each time he hits your g-spot right on. You scream his name as you cum and he follows right after as he cums inside you. You fall onto his sweat glistened chest and hum. “That was mmm.”

“Ready for round two?” He smirks as he pounces kissing your neck as you squeal.