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Romantic Gestures (Mikey x Reader).

Michelangelo was confused.
For years, he had dreamed about falling in love. First kisses, pizza dates, midnight cuddles, the whole shebang. He had been a hopeless romantic since he was a kid watching Disney movies.
And now, years later, here he was. Totally, completely, actually in love. And he couldn’t even call her his girl.
She all ready WAS someone’s girm, a jerk who never treated her right. A jerk named Jessie. You had told him about this guy, about all the crappy things he had done. And just the other day you had said
“This is the last straw. If he screw up agian, I’m ending things.”
His heart had skipped a little beat when he heard you say that.
But then…Mikey realized something. He couldn’t wait for him to screw up.
He had been waiting and waiting for his chance and now, when it was right there, right in his reach…he couldn’t wait anymore. He had to do something now.
He had to do one other thing he had dreamed of: a grand romantic gesture.
Michelangelo was going to put everything out there for you and, whether you accepted or rejected him, he wouldn’t know.
But he did know that he had to do it now.
Mikey lept out of bed and down the hall, bursting into Donnie’s room.
“I need the keys!” he shouted.
His older brother looked up at him, confused.
“I’m sorry, keys to what?” he asked.
“To the Battleshell! I need the keys to the Battleshell, dude!”
For some reason, possibly out of confusion, Donatello gave him the keys, tossing them towards Mikey. He grabbed them out of the air and ran out of the lair.
You were home, you had to be. He just hoped that Jesse wasn’t there with you. The drive to your building seemed to be the longest he’d ever driven and it was practically torture.
But he finally made it and he saw you there in the window, looking down at your phone. Texting someone? You always got that cute look when you were texting.
Focus, Mikey, focus!
Taking a deep breath Mikey stepped out of the car. And he started the music, singing along loudly.
“Jessie is a friend…”
You stopped texting.
“I know he’s been a good friend of mine…”
You were looking out the window now, mouthing his name.
“But lately something’s changing, hard to define…”
You had opened the window now, leaning out of it.
“Jessie’s got himself a girl and I wanna make her mine.
And she’s watching him with those eyes!
And she’s loving him with that body, I just know it! Yeah, and he’s holding her in his arms late, late at night…
You know that I wish that I had Jessie’s Girl!”
You were out the window know, running down the fire escape and then, then towards him.
“Mikey!”
He had stopped singing now, but the song continued to blast in the background.
“Y/N, I gotta tell you something!” he shouted.
“Me too!”
“Yeah, but I gotta tell you that I-”
“I broke up with him!”
“Love you! What?!”
“Jessie and me, we’re over! I broke up with him today!”
“What, what he do?!”
“Nothing!”
You stepped close to him, close enough where you could talk without raising your voice, and you looked up at the turtle.
“I just realized that I love you.”
And here it was. His first kiss.
Michelangelo kissed you softly and sweetly and sort of nervously. But when your arms wrapped around him and you kissed him back, he relaxed.
It was perfect, Hollywood worthy even.
Just a boy, a girl, and a love song.
“Where can I find a woman, where can I find a woman like that?
Like Jessie’s girl!”

Most of the smutty Gladio reader inserts I find have a daddy kink in them, and so I’m just sitting here, sulking on how I’m missing out on what’s most possibly a really good smut because of one kink in particular that makes me uncomfortable, ahhhh–

“I don’t think I was ever happy before I met you.” 
Even half-asleep, Sonny turned his head around for a kiss, probably aiming for Rafael’s lips but landing on a cheekbone. 
“Love you so much, Rafi. Always. ‘Night.” 
Rafael’s heart skipped a beat.  It still did that, sometimes. 
Five and a half years in, and Rafael’s heart still did that.  Sonny would say, ‘I love you,’ or he’d say, ‘always,’ and Rafael’s heart would skip a beat, because somewhere along the way this skinny, loud, goofy cop from Staten Island had become Rafael’s life.
 “Goodnight, Sonny. I love you too. Always.”

BARISI ART (AND IPHONE BG) INSPIRED BY ALWAYS | KAYE_21

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Can you do Justlex with 94 pls?~Val

94. “If I ever see you anywhere near her/him, you’ll have to deal with me!”

Everything happened way too fast for Justin to comprehend. One moment he was sat in the passenger seat of Monty’s car, the next his heart literally skipped a beat as Monty nearly hit Alex. He knew that he couldn’t do anything, so he laughed it off, keeping up his usual ‘cold jock’ front.

He hadn’t at all expected Alex to retaliate the way he did, even just the yelling surprised him. He was too stunned to do anything except continue to laugh. It hadn’t even hit him as he stepped out of the car how serious the situation was. It wasn’t until he made eye contact with Alex that it hit him. He’d never seen that look in Alex’s eyes before. He looked so distant and unfazed, he clearly wasn’t thinking straight.

The panic really set in. Justin was silently begging the blonde to shut up. He didn’t want to see him get hurt. They hadn’t exactly ventured out of the ‘friends’ label yet, but that was mostly because they were still figuring their own labels out, let alone what their label together was. Justin hated the thought of Alex getting hurt- he needed the boy to shut up.

Silence settled over the courtyard for a second, and Justin let out a breath of relief. He’d celebrated too early though, as Alex lunged forward and pushed Monty. Justin knew there was no going back now, and he could only hope that Monty would take pity on the boy and walk away. This was Montgomery De La Cruz he was talking about though, and he wasn’t so lucky.

Fists were being thrown before Justin even had time to react. He could hear bone colliding with bone, and from his angel it almost looked like a fair fight, but he knew better. Before he could think of the consequences he ran forward into the fight, where he pulled Monty off of his boy. He threw him out the small gap of students which had circled around them, and Monty looked back up at him stunned, though it did nothing to change Justin’s feelings.

“If I ever see you anywhere near him, you’ll have to deal with me!” He threatened Monty.

The baseball jock stared back at him shocked, though his face slowly relaxed, knowingly. Monty simply nodded, scrambling to his feet before getting back in his car and driving off to park. The crowd, though still a little curious, began to disband, and Justin hurriedly sank to his knees at Alex’s side.

No matter how much Alex complained, Justin fussed over him, checking him over. He decided he would walk Alex home and repair him there, where they could also cuddle and he could make sure Alex ate and slept.

me: i think im doing better!!
one very small tiny little barely relevant thing: hewwo?
me: *very sharp breathing, heart skipping beats, stomach turning over, talking myself down from an anxiety attack*

First Lines

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories. See if there are any patterns. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

Tagged by @jadepresley and @bixgirl1 !! :)

A bunch of my last stories were from the things you said meme that I’ve posted here and have been uploading to AO3, so I’m going to skip over those and go with stories before that. I’m also skipping over Heart’s Honest Truth.

1. “You know the rules?” Harry asked, his voice stern but light. - Lighting Matches (just to swallow the flame)
2. Draco twitched irritably. - Heat of the Heart
3. Their angry shouts echoed in the corridor along with the hurried slapping of first year’s feet running around the corner for help. - Shadows Where We Meet
4. “I — You’re sure, sir?” Draco asked, trying to arrange his expression into something that wasn’t shock. - Write the Way Out
5. “It’s too big, please, I can’t take it—” - Take Your Fill
6. Their giggles echoed off the walls of their bedroom, interrupted by their kisses as they rolled around in the bed. - Everywhere and All Over
7. “Okay, ready?” Scorpius asked with nervous excitement. - La Petite Mort
8. Lance and Keith were carefully making their way through the lush, jungle-like terrain of Thalgor on their search for the resources Coran had sent them to collect. - Stuck on You
9.  A week later they pulled into the same alleyway, outside of the very same club. - On Display

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This has nothing to do w/ anything and I know people have talked about it before BUT I want to as well. Usually my metas tend to be angsty af and then end on a hopeful note, and this will probably be no exception. But anyway, a delve into Victor’s love of fairytales!

I can recall on 2 occasions Victor specifically comparing Yuuri to a fairytale.

Which may not seem like a lot but we have 12 episodes and if something is pointed out twice in a story, it has some amount of significance. Anyway, I just think it’s so damn cute that Victor considers Yuuri prince-like. Even the visuals and story of On Love: Eros is like a fairytale!

We go on about how extra Victor is (and he 200% is…that 50s pink cadillac tho) but I wanna here more about how much of a true romantic Victor is. 

This entire thing is like an hc-palooza courtesy of me. Here we go!

I like to think of a little Victor, watching all these fairytale movies–Disney or otherwise–and dreaming of one day finding a prince of his own.

A 12 year old Victor with his first real crush, staring at a pretty boy with darker hair and kind eyes in one of his classes or at the rink. Victor thought he had found his prince, until one day the affection faded and his mind focused on other things. 

A teenage Victor, going through various relationships like others would go through clothing. He’s a busy young man after all, and no one seems to want to look beyond the Victor Nikiforov on screen, one the ice, and actually date him. Victor starts to wonder if there is a prince out there for him. 

Victor as a young adult, still a romantic at heart, but has pretty much entirely lost hope on finding his true love. No one sticks around, and he hasn’t found anyone he cares deeply enough about to chase. Victor’s lonely, to put it simply. He sits up at night sometimes, and watches all those fairytales from when he was a child. Victor smiles sadly at the end of them all, and dreams of a prince of his own. 

And Victor in his late 20s, as we see him pre-series. He’s frosted with depression and loneliness; the never-ending cold discs of metal, the isolation from other skaters, people kissing up to him left and right. Everything is predictable. He’s running out of motivation, out of ideas. Victor knows people only want him as what they see when he performs. It’s a saddening thought, that Victor is not lovable as himself. Some people were not meant to find a true love, he supposes.

Until one night, a night we all know well. 

The Sochi GPF banquet. Victor is intrigued by this attractive man flitting through the room, clearly intoxicated, but with this charming energy no one can resist. Not even Yuri Plisestky, himself pulled into a dance with Japan’s Yuuri Katsuki. 

Victor manages to escape from his sponsors to laugh and point and take pictures from the sidelines. Yuuri whirls past him and the way the light shines on his hair and eyes makes Victor’s breath catch and his heart skip. 

Victor watches as Yuuri dances with Chris–and wow, is that a show and a half. Yuuri strides over to Victor and holds him in place, hips shaking and Victor can only stare on in wonder. This beautiful, energetic, charming young man is staring up at him, like he’s the only person in the room. Victor can’t understand Japanese, but that doesn’t matter–what matters is the warmth of Yuuri’s body, the sparkle of his eyes, and the earnestly fond tone he speaks with. Victor’s heart is beating out of his chest and he can’t imagine this moment getting better until-

Be my coach, Victor!

Victor’s face flushes with a little gasp and he can’t find it in himself to refuse the request or the next dance they share together. 

As Victor laughs spins and smiles like he hasn’t since child, looking at Yuuri all the while, he can feel it in his chest. 

A prince. A prince is with him!

And oh, when Yuuri dips him low, the lights above framing his face and hair like a halo, Victor knows that his prince has finally come for him. 

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