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YAYAYAYAY AFTER PUTTING THIS OFF FOR WEEKS HERE IT IS: MY FIRST TMNT 2012 FIC!!! TAKE THAT WRITERS BLOCK!!! TAKE. THAT. LETS FREAKING GO AAHHHHH I MISS THESE DUMBASS BLORBOS AMNSSJKSLSOSM 💗💞💞💞💕💖💖💖💖

This is a gift to the spectacular @vxlepop!!!

Lee: Leo🐢💙

Ler: Mikey🐢🧡

Summary: Mikey has noticed throughout the week that his oldest brother has been acting…off. Call him paranoid all you want but he just…he just knows something’s up with Leo. And the youngest of the Hamato brothers’ is determined to figure out what’s bothering they’re leader in blue.

Warnings: Tickling and spacing out (just for a tad bit though). If you are uncomfortable that please scroll down- this fanfic is definitely not for you :)

(A/N: T*EST DNI. I WILL ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS PUT THIS AT THE BEGINNING OF MY FICS- I DON'T WANT THOSE PEOPLE GETTING CONFUSED. THEY'RE BROTHERS U DISGUSTING ASSHOLES. UR ABSOLUTELY NASTY IF U SHIP T*EST-! THATS COMMON SENSE!!! GUESS COMMON SENSE ISN’T THAT COMMON, HM?)

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Call Mikey paranoid.

Call him a worry-wart.

But his eldest brother, Leonardo, has been acting…off. And it’s been absolutely dreading Mikey inside this whole week to ask his eldest brother what was wrong. Leo’s been quiet, more than he usually is and even that alone is saying a lot. The oldest has been training with his swords non-stop, meditating like crazy and practicing speaking Japanese fluently, and not really talking to Mikey or his brothers, only if it had to do with those topics.

Which…now that Mikey thinks about it, it does sound like everyday Leo. But he just knows that somethings wrong with the leader in blue…there’s got to be. Maybe Mikey is worrying too much, he is known to turn little things into a big deal after all. But on the other hand, he has been living with his brothers his whole darn life, if anyone would know if something was bothering one of them, he would know! …probably.

And…now that Mikey thinks about it…

Leo hasn’t watched any Space Hero’s episodes this week…

Yup. Something was up. Mikey knew that for a fact now and you couldn’t tell him otherwise. But the real question is, what can Mikey do about it? Leo was very…closed off about his negative feelings, and didn’t like talking about them at all. Even though it was completely healthy and normal to feel negative emotions; literally every emotion is! His eldest brother told them that several times himself!

And yet, Leo never talks to Mikey or their other brothers about his negative feelings! Tch, what a hypocrite.

And…maybe this is partially Mikey’s fault as well. Mikey has always falled for Leo’s “older sibling worry™”, but Mikey has never really worried about him that much. Sure, when Leo’s injured during a fight or he sees his brother patch up a bruise from training he asks if he’s okay…but other than that Mikey doesn’t ask him that question often.

But it’s not like Mikey didn’t care enough to ask Leo that! He does! He really does! But the thing is…Leo’s always they’re leader, they’re older brother, they’re protection. Leo’s always been the one that’s just…been there for Mikey and his brothers- ways that even they’re Father can’t compete with and the youngest can’t be anything more but grateful for that.

And…the sad truth is Leo isn’t just they’re leader or protection, under all those labels Leo’s just a kid. An amazing, strong, independent kid who has more on his plate than any other 15 year old should. And it seems Mikey, including everyone else AND Leo, forget that sometimes…

“MICHAELANGELO!” Mikey jumped from off the couch in the living room at the sudden random yell of his name, pulling him out of his thoughts. Mikey grabbed his nunchucks from off the cushion. He began to swing them, looking around the lair in hopes to find whomever called his name. “Who’s there?! How do you know my name?” The youngest turtle demanded, swinging his nunchucks faster and doing complicated tricks with them.

“Mikey-“

Without a second thought Mikey closed his eyes and swung his nunchucks, coming in contact with a figure and them hitting the ground. Mikey opened his eyes and looked around before sighing in relief. A couple seconds after that the youngest heard a groan underneath him and looked down to see his older brother lying face flat.

“Wait- Raph???” Mikey gasped, immediately dropping his nunchucks to examine his brother that was lying on the floor groaning lightly. “What’re you doing on the floor, bro?” Mikey chuckled, confused and intrigued to hear as to why his brother was currently kissing the lair floor. Raph slowly got up from off the floor; massaging the right side of his head as he glared at the youngest.

“I was comin’ to check up on ya after I finished nappin’, but ya nunchucks just wanted to get to know my head better I guess…” Raph huffed, crossing his arms around his plastron and shaking his head. Mikey stared at Raph confused, his nunchucks wanted to get to know Raph’s head better?

Wait…

The youngest gasped in horror, going to his older brother and giving him a bone crushing hug. “Oh my god! Raph I’m so sorry! I spaced out and you know how I get when that happens so when I heard someone- apparently you call my name I just I dunno- reacted! I’m so sorry, is your head okay?!” Mikey rambled, releasing Raph from the hug and grabbed his head, shaking and examining him to make sure he wasn’t hurt. He continued to shake Raph’s head up, down, and to the side, making sure there weren't any bruises or cuts anywhere.

Raph struggled but soon got out of Mikey's surprisingly strong hold on his head. The second oldest turtle sighed and patted Mikey’s shoulder, giving him a genuine smirk. “I’m okay, lil bro. I was just jokin’ with ya, the hit wasn’t even that hard.” Raph chuckled, now sitting on the couch as Mikey followed, sitting next to him.

“Are you sure…?” Mikey asked, fiddling with his fingers and looking up at Raph, guilt very evident on his face. “Positive.” The older replied, wrapping the younger into a side hug as the orange banded turtle fully gave into the hug. After a couple of seconds the two released from they’re embrace. The older went to grab the remote and turn on the TV, putting on some random channel before turning to Mikey.

“What’s got you so freaked out like that anyway?” Raph asked, concern written all over his face. Because, yeah, the nunchucks did hurt, badly. Obviously! I mean- they’re nunchucks. C’mon now. Raph’s a strong guy but he’s not that strong for the hit not to hurt. He just didn’t want Mikey to feel worse than he already did.

There’s only been a couple of times where Mikey spaces out, completely unaware of anything that’s happening around him that he just…reacts when he’s able to get back to reality…if that makes sense. All those times being when he was around 7 or 8 years old, or sometimes when he’s really stressed about something. So for him to do it right now is a bit worrying…

Guess old habits die hard.

“It’s Leo…” Mikey said, looking down. Raph’s eyes widened, starting to get up from the couch to grab his sai’s that were on a table, which were just a couple steps away. “What- what happened? Is Leo alright?” Raph asked. Did he miss something important while he took a 2 hour Power Nap? What could possibly have happened in the 2 hours he was taking a nap?! …you know what? No. Why would he even wonder that? The universe has a way of making him and his brother’s lives a literal hell in the key span of 24 hours, who’s to say it didn’t max down to 2?

“What-? No! Nonono! Nothing like that! Leo isn’t in danger or anything!” Mikey reassured Raph as he guided him back on the couch. The older glared at him, slapping Mikey in the back of the head causing him to playfully yell. “Don’t scare me like that again, man…” Raph sighed in relief, at least his older brother wasn't hurt. Physically at least…

“Just…I feel like something’s up with him…y’know?” Mikey sighed. The red banded turtle nodded, letting Mikey know he was listening. “Why don’t you ask him about it then?” Raph asked. “I don’t wanna bother him, though…” Mikey said, slumping on the couch and looking up to the lair’s ceiling, in hopes to find the answer right there. But there was no way it would be that easy…it never is.

“Look. We all know that Leo can be…Leo.” Raph said, wrapping Mikey into another side hug resting his chin on the top of Mikey’s head. “And you know how he can be when we try to get him to talk about his negative feelings; he gets defensive. Which, honestly, I get. It’s hard talking about your negative emotions sometimes.” Raph started, recalling many times where he second-guessed himself to talk to his family about his feelings.

“But we all have to talk about it eventually, because stuffing those kinds of feelings inside yourself is like stuffing an already full suitcase; one of these days it’ll burst. And you will face the consequences and be left to clean it up.” Raph said, releasing Mikey from his hug and smiling at him. “I’m not the best at this whole big bro lesson thing, but just talk to him, Mike. Just talk to him.” Raph smiled, squeezing Mikey’s shoulder comfortingly.

The youngest beamed at that,“Thanks Raph! You’re the best!” Mikey cried, squeezing Raph into a hug. The red banded turtle squaked at the sudden contact, patting Mikey’s head comfortingly before both of them let go of each other. Mikey got up and ran to his eldest brother's room. Now 101% determined to figure out what was bothering his eldest bro. I mean, what could go wrong?

Leo wanted to go up to the surface and jump off the nearest building’s window in hopes he would get absolutely crushed by the upcoming cars of New York City. Which, he knows he shouldn’t say or think…but he really can’t help it right now.

He’s in a Lee mood, a bad one. And he doesn’t know what to do. Like any normal person, they would go and ask a family member or close friend to tickle them, right? Right.

But Leo couldn’t do that.

He just couldn’t.

It’s not like he doesn’t trust his family enough to ask. But he’s the leader, they’re protection, but most importantly, he’s they’re older brother. And he can’t be asking for such childish things out of his younger brothers. He just wouldn’t. So he would do like he did anytime he got into a Lee mood and just…deal with it until it subsided.

Annnndddd now he’s sulking like a little baby because he can’t just simply deal with it. Wonderful.

Just…

Wonderful.

The blue banded turtle sighed, flopping on his bed and burying his face in the pillow, letting out an annoyed muffled groan followed by a couple giggles soon after. Whoever designed pillows, Leo would probably want to marry that person right now because if the groan and giggled weren’t muffled from his pillows, his family would have run into his room, asking him a bunch of questions. Which Leo wasn’t in the mood for. Again, he was in the mood for something else…but he wouldn’t ask for it. There was no way.

Speaking of family, Leo heard a knock at the outside of his door, slightly flinching at the sudden noise. Leo groaned from under his pillow, taking a deep breath, “Who is it?” Leo asked, trying his best to sound at least decent but probably failed. “Hey, Leo!” Mikey greeted, inviting himself into the eldest room, closing the door as he entered. “Hey Mike, what’s up?” Leo asked, getting his head from under the pillow and sitting up on his bed, facing the youngest.

Mikey cleared his throat, going over to Leo’s bed and sitting on the edge of it annddddd oh man. Mikey didn’t plan ahead this far. Mikey sat on the edge of the eldest bed, opening his mouth to say something but quickly closed it. Mikey kept his gaze away from Leo and fiddled with his fingers, trying his best to at least say something but his mouth was not communicating with him at the moment.

The oldest saw the youngests’ fiddling with his fingers in his lap, Leo’s gaze softened as he got out of the covers and sat next to him on the edge of the bed. “You…do know you can tell me anything, right?” Leo said, putting a hand on Mikey’s shoulder. The youngest looked at Leo, face hardening. No! Nononononono! He wasn’t going to fall for this, not again. Not. Again.

This isn’t about him right now, it’s about his eldest brother. That’s the whole freaking reason he came here! To ask if he’s okay! Like hell is he going to change the worryness (A/N: Is that even a word? Worryness? Eh. Whatevs) onto him.

“You should take your own words into consideration, Leo…” Mikey mumbled, turning his face away from Leo, resting his head on both of his palms looking down. Leo looked at him in confusion, sitting closer and pulling him into a hug, resting his chin onto the top of Mikey’s head. The younger leaned into the touch, sighing sadly.

The two knew each other were upset, and wanted to help anyway they could. All of the Hamato brothers might be different people with different personalities, but one thing through all of them stayed the same…

They were stubborn as hell.

“What do you mean, little bro?” Leo asked. The youngest sighed again, resting on Leo’s plastron. “You’ve been kinda…uh I dunno.” Mikey started, “Distant this week?” Mikey said as if he was asking some sort of question, even though that was far from it. He knew his brother was being distant this week.

“Oh…” Leo said flatly, almost as if he was expecting this kind of confrontation about this. Leo figured this would happen sooner or later, just wasn’t expecting it this soon. The two brothers looked at the ground, both not being sure on how to continue the conversation.

“Just…I dunno…I feel as if you’re avoiding us? You’ve been training more than you usually do, doing a lot of mediation, more than Splinter, and you haven’t even watched any Space Hero episodes!” Mikey listed, finger curling into a fist before releasing in soon after. “I…I just wanted to ask if you’re okay…” Mikey said, starting to tear up about the fact that he realized he has never asked that question to Leo before.

“Well…I-“ Leo’s face soon turned a shade of red, the blue cladded turtle released from the hug put his face in his left palm, groaning. “I want to tell you Mike, I really really do but it’s just…embarrassing.” Leo said, looking at the ground, still blushing.

“…Did you get a girlfriend?”

“What? No-“

“Boyfriend then?!? HAH. I KNEW YOU WERE GAY! Raph and Don owe me $50 dollars each and a free pizza!”

“What- why would you- you guys bet if I was-“ Leo pinched the space between his eyes, taking a deep breath. That’s a topic for a different day…

“No, Mikey. I don’t have a significant other.” Leo said, chuckling a bit. Mikey groaned dramatically, flopping on Leo’s bed. “C’mon dude! You can just tell meeee! I promise I won't make fun of you!” Leo sighed and crossed his arms, still looking down.

“Or do I have to tickle the answer out of ya~?” Mikey teased, getting up and starting to wiggling his fingers near Leo’s side as a taunt. Leo started giggling and holding Mikey’s wrists, but not pushing them away at all.

Wait.

This seems so freaking familiar…

When Mikey was about to come into the room, he heard Leo giggling and he swore he saw the blue banded lightly poking himself in the side and skittering his fingers along his own stomach…

Why didn’t Mikey figure this out sooner?!

Leo…

Leo was in a Lee mood…

“Wait…that’s it isn’t it?” The youngest turtle said gasping, “You…want me to tickle you, don’t you?” Mikey grinned as he saw his brother turn a red shade that he couldn’t describe. “Don’t say that out loud.” Leo groaned, getting the courage to glare at his little brother.

Leo looked at his brother before groaning again. “This week I’ve felt…y’know….” Leo said, waving his hands trying to symbolize what he was trying to say because like hell was he going to say the dreaded word…or anything close to it by that matter. Leo began wiggling his fingers lightly before stopping. “That.” Leo said as Mikey listened.

“But…why didn’t you tell us, Leo? We would have understood and we would’ve been more than happy to tickle you!” Mikey said, stopping wiggling his fingers and relaxing on the end of the bed next to Leo.

The oldest sighed, a sigh Mikey knew too well.

With being the youngest, Mikey knew the kinds of sighs Leo did and what each of them meant. Sometimes he did a “Please-stop-joking-around” sigh or an “I’m-older-than-you-therefore-you-have-to-listen-to-me-” sigh, but this one was definitely a “You-wouldn’t-understand” sigh. “That’s- That’s not the same Mikey…you all are younger than I am.”

“…so?”

“So, that means that I can’t get into these weird…funks. It’s childish.” Leo said in a very relaxed tone, as if what he just said wasn’t the absolute dumbest thing Mikey has heard. And that’s saying a lot since the orange banded turtle has heard Donnie talk loads of times, and anything coming out of his immediate older brothers mouth is automatically dumb.

“That’s complete and utter bullshit!” Mikey yelled, getting up from the end of the bed and facing Leo. The oldest flinched slightly at the volume change but continued to look at the floor.

“First, I don’t think you seem to remember, Leo, but we’re quadruplets- dude, we’re the same age. You might be the oldest of us, but not by that much. And secondly, you’re a child too. We’re 15. You don’t have to worry about being childish because you are literally a child!”

“But-“

“Is me, Donnie, and Raph asking you to tickle us childish?” Mikey asked, crossing his arms across his plastron, recalling too many times where he and his other older brothers got into Lee moods and asked Leo to tickle them. “No of course not!” Leo interjected, looking at Mikey and getting up from the bed, eyes widened.

The youngest smiled at the reaction and went back to sit at the end of the bed, anger now gone from before. “So why in the world is you asking one of us to tickle you considered childish, hm?” Leo blushed a bit harder as he kept his gaze at the ground. His little brother actually has a point…which is a first.

After a couple moments of silence the youngest went to sit next to Leo, happy that his eldest brother could see where his reasoning to “being the oldest therefore asking for affection is bad” made no sense whatsoever. Leo sighed for like the millionth time today, putting his hand over his face and slowly dragging it down.

“So…if I asked for you to…to uhm, do uh, yeah. Would you…would you do it?” Leo asked timidly, which was something the orange banded turtle really never saw his older brother express. Mikey only chuckled at the older, beaming happily, “Dude, duh. Why do you think I made that epic speech about it being okay for you to ask for tickles?” Mikey said, crossing his arms and nodding his head in confirmation.

“So…can you…can you do the thing?” Leo asked, blushing again, “If…if you don’t mind-“

“Dude, of course! Literally all you had to do was ask!” Mikey smiled, wrapping Leo into another hug. Mikey then suddenly pushed Leo on the middle of his bed, sitting on top of him before wiggling his fingers over him teasingly. This was also something Mikey didn’t plan out either…the orange banded turtle wasn’t even sure where Leo was ticklish…which made the youngest feel a bit more guilty for not asking him about his Lee mood sooner. But he was gonna find out where his older brother was ticklish, obviously. How hard could it possibly be anyway?

“Just use the code word when you want me to stop, okay?” Mikey said. The oldest firmly nodded as Mikey began to lightly skitter his fingers around his brothers sides; the only spot Mikey knew for a fact Leo was ticklish, recalling too many times where he tased him in the side during training causing the older to stiffen and cover up his sides. Which he was doing right now, actually.

Leo squinted his eyes shut as he hugged his middles and tried to squirm away from Mikey. The younger laughed at how squirmy the older was suddenly but after a couple seconds he was switching between kneading, scratching, and prodding at Leo’s sides but his older brother's reaction was still the same. And he hasn’t even laughed yet! Not a single giggle!

“C’monnnnn! Laugh already!” Mikey whined as he picked up the pace with his side tickling tactic, moving up and down Leo’s sides. The youngest then moved to tickle Leo’s neck, causing Leo to suddenly squeak at the sudden six fingers on the sides of his neck and burst into a somewhat high-pitched laugh, kicking his legs and holding Mikey’s wrists.

“PFF-! NoHoHOh! DahaHaHAmmit!” Leo giggled in defeat, cursing himself for not being able to hold in his laughter any longer than a couple seconds. But Mikey happily smiled, finally being able to make his older brother laugh. “Hah! Works every time: never let them know your next move!”

Leo wholeheartedly glared at Mikey through his laughter as he poked Mikey in the plastron where his lower ribs would be- one of Mikey’s known death spots. The orange banded turtle squealed at the touch, twisting and turning on top of the eldest as Leo continued to tickle him. Oh that little cheater. “HEHEY! Hehey! NohoHOH!” Mikey giggled, wholeheartedly glaring back at Leo who only stuck his tongue out at the younger.

And here Mikey thought he was the little shit of the family.

“Oho you are gonna regret that, Leo” Mikey said as he stuffed his hands in Leo’s underarms. The older screeched, kicking his legs on the bed at a faster pace. “OHO MY GAHAHAD- WAHAIT! NAHAT THEHERE!” Leo cried, as he thrashed underneath as his legs kicked along the bedsheets. Leo put his arms down as he still was holding the youngers wrists as he evily evily traced in his underarm.

“MIHIHIKE! MIHIHIKEY PLEHEHEASE!” Leo laughed loudly, blushing a light red because as much as the older one was enjoying this, it was so embarrassing. Mikey was barely tickling Leo, and he was kicking and thrashing like a little kid. But again, he was enjoying this so he won’t complain.

“That’s what you get for tickling me, bro! I’m the Tickle Monster as of right now and no one tickles the Tickle Monster!” Mikey chuckled at Leo, now beginning to pick up the pace with his tickling at Leo’s underarms. The older whined through his laughter at the change of pace, trying to buck Mikey off of himself but the younger stayed sturdy on Leo’s waist as if it was glue. “IHIHI’M SAHAHAHARRY! Leo yelled.

The younger one laughed at Leo’s reaction to the new pace, deciding to turn it up a notch as he kneaded the sides of Leo’s underarms causing him to do a girly-like shriek and descend into mad-like cackles. “And here I thought the underarms were Raphie’s death spot!” Mikey said teasingly, “You’re literally squirming like a fish out of water!” The orange banded turtle taunted as the older face only reddened more at the teases.

“SHUHUT IHIHIT-! MIHIHIKEY GEHET OHOUT OHOFF THEHERE PLEHEASE!” Leo belly laughed as Mikey only chuckled at the older’s hysteric pleas. “Ihi can’t dude! My hands are completely stuck!” Mikey laughed. If Leo wasn’t laughing his shell off he would have rolled his eyes at that comment, but he can’t. “NAHAHAO THEHEY AHAHAREN’T!” Leo yelled.

“Yehes they are! It seems your amazing incredible strength is keeping my hands here~!” Mikey laughed brightly, completely loving this situation. If you know Mikey you know for a fact that he loves making his brothers laugh, especially Leo, who out of all the turtle brothers laughed the most. So this situation was like pure heaven for Mikey.

Mikey then easily moved his hands out of Leo’s underarms, shaking his hands out before cracking them a bit for dramatic effect. Ugh! Leo knew Mikey could have gotten his hands out anytime he wanted! He just wanted to be an evil little gremlin! Amazing incredible strength my ass. Mikey then held up Leo’s left as he used his other hand to tickle the olders stomach.

And if Leo was yelling earlier, then he was completely screaming up a storm now. Leo hit his free hand at Mikey’s hand, trying to cease Mikey’s cruel attack but when he was close to removing his hand, the younger would suddenly move to a different spot on his stomach, tickling worse where he was in the other spot.

“Awwww, Leo! I’ve never gotten to see you laugh like this, dude! Your laugh is so cute!” Mikey cooed, as Leo’s face turned a deep crimson at the compliment. The older shook his head back and forth, trying to stop the tickling sensation but decided to just give up and accept it as he falled limp on the bed and laughed to his hearts content. “AHAHA NAHAHO! NAHAT THE THEHERE!” Leo laughed louder, tears beginning to prick out of his eyes. “MIHIHIKE *snort* PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

Mikey immediately stopped tickling Leo, putting his hands to his own chest in alarm at the noise. The blue cladded turtles’ face slowly began to turn a light crimson again, but now his face was a shade of dark red no one would be able to describe.

Leo covered his face completely with his hands, groaning the completely embarrassing noise he just made. The youngest of the twos’ startled look soon morphed into an evil smile, crossing his arms over his plastron in amusement.

There’s no freaking way…

“Oho my gohohod…did you just snort?” Mikey asked cheekily. “Noho ihi dihihidn’t…” Leo lied, almost regretting even asking for Mikey to tickle him…almost. “Dude you totally did! Do it again!” Mikey said as he suddenly dipped his head into Leo’s stomach, blowing a huge loud raspberry causing the older to completely lose his mind in snorts and squeals. “AHA! PLEHEHEASE! MIHIHIKE! *snort* IHIHI’M GOHOHONNA DIHIHIE!” Leo cried, still not fighting back but his legs kicking around all behind Mikey only causing the younger to giggle.

“Raph and Don are gonna get a kick out of this~!” The orange banded turtle said into Leo’s tummy, blowing raspberry upon raspberry not even stopping to give the older one a breather. He wanted to make Leo have a fun time but this was also revenge in some way as well.

“Y’know, your upper body has been getting a lot of attention. Let’s see how ticklish your lower body is, big bro.” Mikey smiled, turning around to Leo’s lower body which caused him to start slapping the back of Mikey’s shell, trying to forcefully push him off.

“EEEAHAHA! NAHAO *snort* DOHOHON’T!” Leo isn’t even sure why he’s screaming bloody murder right now, he doesn’t even know if his lower body is ticklish! But based on the past couple of minutes it wouldn’t be too high of an estimation to say his lower body was just as ticklish.

Mikey poked the middle of Leo’s thigh, causing Leo to let out a glass shattering shriek as Mikey only smiled at the reaction. “Leheeo whahat was thahat?” Mikey amusingly asked. Leo, too embarrassed to even respond just groaned and waved his hand for Mikey to go on with it, knowing there was no stopping his little brother now.

Mikey began to mercilessly squeeze, prod, and knead Leo’s thighs, even sneaking behind his knees and giving them a little pokes before going back to the thighs. Leo was in utter hysterics, not being able to stop Mikey and was forced to kick his legs and uselessly hit the back of his shell.

But obviously none of those tactics works as the younger happily tickles the sh*t out of his thighs. “NOOHOHO NAHAHAH! NAHA- *snort* MIHI- *snort* STAHAP!” Leo wasn’t even able to form a single sentence before going into loud cackles once again.

“OKAHAHAY! OKAHA- *snort* MEHEHERCY *snort* MIHIKAHAHEEY!” Leo cried, finally having enough. The younger sighed but got off his anyways, letting the older take a breather as he sat next to him. “This isn’t over, dude. I still have to tickle some other spots y’know.” Mikey said as he poked Leo on the stomach causing him to let out a soft snort before he poked Mikey back on the side. “Whatehehever…” Leo breathlessly giggled, scared but…honestly excited this wouldn’t be the last time he’d be able to mess around with his brother like this.

“Ahand thahanks, Mihihikey…I appreciate thihis” Leo smiled at Mikey. Now looking back, Leo doesn’t know why he was so afraid to tell his brother what was making him so upset. They’re brothers. They’re family. And like Mikey said before: Leo is a kid. He’s allowed to mess and play around with his brothers. So what if he's the leader? He’s a kid too. And it’s time Leo started realizing that.

“Any time bro, literally anytime!” Mikey chirped. After a couple moments of silence a lightbulb went off in Mikey’s head as he slowly turned his head to the oldest grinning like a fool. “Y’know what I just realized?” Mikey said, leaning on a pillow on the board of the bed. “Whahat?”

“You can’t say Leo without the Lee, get it? Lee-o?” Mikey joked, nudging Leo in the side, his eyebrows raising up and down comically. Leo rolled his eyes wholeheartedly, playfully shoving Mikey’s face away giggling still; due to the aftermath tickles and Mikey’s funny joke. “Ihi gehehet ihit yohou dohork…”

“Just something I thought I’d share.” Mikey shrugged, smiling. Leo rolled his eyes again, now adjusting his place on the bed so he sat next to Mikey. The younger rested his head on Leo’s shoulder as the older leaned in to the touch. “Well thanks for sharing…” Leo muttered. The two sat in comfortable silence for a while, Leo’s giggles now subsisted as the two just enjoyed each other company.

“We heard screaming, are you two okay!?” Raph asked as he slammed Leo’s door completely open causing the oldest and youngest to fall flat on the floor due to the sudden noise and force. Raph gave out a tiny “oops” before getting out of the doorway to let Donnie in who was following him earlier.

Mikey and Leo both exchanged glances before bursting out laughing. The two middle children looked at each other than back at the oldest and youngest complete confusion. “I’m gonna take those hysterics as a ‘yes we are completely fine”?” Donnie asked as him and Raph helped the both of them up so all the turtle brothers were standing. “Yeah, we’re okay.” Leo confirmed as Donnie and Raph relaxed at the olders confirmation.

“Oh! Which reminds me…” Mikey grinned, looking back at his older brother with a Cheshire grin before turning to his two other siblings. Raph and Donnie looked at each other again before looking at Mikey. The two middle children were so so confused as to what was happening as of right now but figured it would be best not to ask any questions. “Raph, Don, I have a little secret about our eldest brother-“

“Mikey-“

“And I’m sure this secret will…how should I put it? Tickle your funny bone...”

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HUZZAH. FINISHING ONE OF MY WIPS- I FEEL SO ACCOMPLISHED U GUYSSSS I HOPE U ALL ENJOYED THIS ONE IT WAS SM FUN TO WRITE

#JABAJAMANSNJA #MY FIRST TMNT 2012 FIC YYAYAYAYAY #My fave pair in the TMNT 2012 verse #I hope I did them justice with this fic <3 #I feel like the more fics I make the more my headcanons keep showing…#I should make a headcanon list it’s getting out of hand lol #But I hope everyone enjoyed this!!!#Writing Mikey and Leo was sm fun #Especially w/ Mikey thinking somethings wrong with Leo #And Leo feeling like he’s “too old” for tickling #Like bro ur 15 stfu #Again #I gotta make some headcanons soon #TMNT #TMNT 2012 #TMNT 2012 Leo #TMNT 2012 Mikey #Lee!Leo #Ler!Mikey #Also the whole Mikey guessing what’s wrong and the bet thing between Raph and Don was fun to write #AND THE ENDING WAS MY FAVE PARTTTT #2012 Mikey is a menace #If ur ticklish #he’d let the whole universe know #Also I’ve seen ppl talk about how the 2012 boys don’t love each other???#Like did we watch the same show???#They love each other man

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jonathan-samuel-smith · 7 months

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The idea that Damian Wayne only listens to white 18th century European musicians ("classical music" literally who decided what to archive and promote from that period?? White people. Why would he focus on that music he's not even from the west?) and believes their music to be superior is either wrong or using a very sad representation on the impact of white supremacy on his life and I will not stand for it. Miss me with that headcanon.

My boy does love music though. He is not ikari shinji however.

#damian wayne #headcanons #text post #damian al ghul wayne #damian al ghul #y'all.... be so for real with me #that's too sad of a hc my boy has been through ENOUGH #he wants to be a firefly my poor little guy #also u may be thinking that animals like classical music so he would play it for animals BUT animals just like strong melodies. play guitar #kalimba or piano and they will like it if youre sticking to simple melodies #he can play anything for his animals. cows prefer guitar #fuckin anyways... yeah... i think he likes mitski bc i like mitski #but you can think whatever u want even if its classical i guess #but like thinking its superior to all other music is so sad #i do enjoy chopin but that is besides the point #dc comics

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thyandrawrites · 11 months

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Do you ever look around yourself in a fandom and realize your headcanons aren't shared by almost anyone anymore because most of your original group of peers left the fandom and now there's new folks with completely foreign tropes and interpretations... or is that just me? Gosh, way to make me feel like a fandom oldie...

#You know it's funny because I'm pouring all my headcanons and readings of the current arc in fic format #And it's taking me a year to finish this thing #And I just realized that when I do post it... it might be very poorly received bc everyone reads these things very differently now #It's so weird #But anyway this wasn't a pity party #I am writing my fic anyway because I do enjoy it #And I like it as is #If it's unpopular so be it #I'll just put an author's note to warn ppl I guess lol #Me: no fear #One fear: people who think dabi doesn't give a shit about his siblings and that his emotions are black and white #The todofam is like an onion. They have layers #Most of which are ugly ngl #I hope I will convey that nuance

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paixarina · 1 year

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Masquerade

: ̗̀➛ Yeon Hajun x GN!Reader

"Keep your mask on, dear"

✧.* — Hajun with a masquerade costume is like the death of you in a loving way. Can you imagine how gorgeous he would look with those fancy outfits and also, a mask as well? You feel your heart starts beating when you imagined him in masquerade ball.

✧.* — He has been working as a model for every fashion stuffs, so of course he will look like what you expected with masquerade outfits. Attractive, handsome and eye-catching. Hell, even imagine his gestures and smile is enough to make you want to scream affectionately.

✧.* — As you attend the masquerade event, he comes just like you expected. A prince-like vibes with a masquerade mask attached to his face, as well as charming tuxedo and elegant cape, which captivates you. It makes you think he looks like a prince who comes from fantasy tales into the real world than a rapper.

✧.* — Ever imagine how would it feel like if he asked you to dance with him? The amount of happiness inside you boost so hard as you said yes to him. Dancing together with him like some kind of fantasy royal story.

✧.* — Wouldn't be fun playing games such like guessing each other and enjoying the parade with your mask on together with him? Bonus point, if Hajun can correctly guess you and take his mask off while kissing your lips without hesitation, which make you blushes.

✧.* — "Hajun, this is so embarrassing..." You put your mask on, trying to hold yourself from this awkward situation, while he looks at your face, smirks at you cheekily, as he puts his finger on his lips.

✧.* — "Hm? Is that so?" As Hajun said that, it seems like he tried to flirt with you, while you trying to remind him that he is currently in the public parade when everyone can see what he did to you. Hajun just leaves a little laugh while you feel embarrassed because of him.

✧.* — "So, you didn't like being in the public parade, huh? Or... this is your first time when you attended, hm?" He asked you with a gentle tone. You nodded awkwardly while holding your mask.

✧.* — "I see..." He muttered, while holding his finger on his chin, as well as his iconic, cheeky smile shown on his face. He suddenly has an idea to cherish you to calm the awkwardness.

✧.* — "Hey, take my hand. I have something to show you." He whispers to you gently, while offering his hand to you. You nervously hold his hand. Then, he escorts you into the stairs, climbing up into the second floor until he reached to the balcony, where you can see how the entire parade is like.

✧.* — "Ah... the parade looks wonderful to see from here." You feel amazed while Hajun looks at you with a smile and chuckled. Later, he gently rubs your chin while stares at you with a soft look.

✧.* — "Uhm... Hajun? Why are you rubbing my chin? First of all, why are you bringing me here? What are we gonna do here now?" You asked him nervously, assuming that he probably will show his affections to you.

✧.* — "Do you enjoy the parade, dear? I bring you here so you can view them without getting distracted by the mobs." He asked you while putting his mask around his eyes. You nodded to him, as you put your mask like the same of him as well. Later, Hajun showed his smirk, but not a creepy smirk, instead it's a soft smirk that calms you.

✧.* — "I want to tell you something... may I... give you a kiss...?" He proposed. You nodded and accepted his request. While gently holds your shoulders, he kissed your lips softly.

✧.* — After kissing you, he stares at you with a little blush on his face, wondering if you like it or not. You smiled at him, while gently rest on his chest. He gently hugs you, while rubbing your back. You didn't expect that he can be this soft, knowing how he always acted cold and stern. It looks like he showed his warm side.

✧.* — "Behind his mysterious and cold face, there is a soft side hidden in him."

#i was inspired by t/w/s/t gl0mas event while writing this #also hi guess who suddenly came back to finished this draft because i got hitted by an idea out of nowhere #speaking about t/w/s/t i just got interested to r0ll0 how am i supposed to live laugh love in these conditions 🗿#anyways i hope you enjoyed this i think the order is messy and my writing was kinda rushed #paradox live #paralive #pararai #paradox live headcanons #paralive headcanons #paradox live x reader #paralive x reader #bae paradox live #yeon hajun #hajun yeon #🌸 ;; vanie writes

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bacon-and-yeggs · 9 months

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idk is this anything

#genshin impact #i JUST started playing so i know next to nothing #most of these are based off my friends headcanons #fake tweets #scaramouche #genshin wanderer #childe #tartagalia genshin impact #lumine #lumine genshin impact #venti #genshin impact barbatos #anyway enjoy these i guess #gonna go munch my chick fil a

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watatsumiis · 1 year

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The Price of Everlasting Vigilance (Xiao x Reader)

Content: Gender neutral reader (referred to as 'you'), pre-established friendship (can be read as romantic but nothing explicit), general broody Xiao angst and such, some dark/depressive thoughts and rambles on his end.

Word count: ~1.1k

Xiao is... Tired. The kind of tired that sleeping can't fix. A deep, all-consuming exhaustion that has numbed him to the point where he doesn't even notice it any more. It's just a constant state of being for him now.

Even the things that helped previously don't put a dent in it any more. Watching Liyue from a high vantage point, spending time with those he cares for, it's all become the same.

Try as you might, there's not much you seem to be able to do to even get him to look at you nowadays. He's always focused on your surroundings, watchful, as always, for demons and other such horrors that he knows will come creeping out of the cracks the moment he lets his guard down.

You've known him for a while, and it's never been this bad - usually the Remedium Tertiorum that Zhongli has you take to him whenever you visit helps at least somewhat, but now it doesn't seem to put a dent in the pain that is forever bearing down on Xiao's shoulders. You can see it dragging him down like a creature alive, reflecting endlessly in his tired amber eyes and the monotonous way he walks.

He's never one to complain, not even to think that perhaps this isn't how his life should be, one battle after another until he inevitably hits the ground for the last time, never to get up again.

You, of course, know better. You know that there's more value to him than simply the weapon he sees himself as, but trying to inform him of that, or to even open up the conversation is a difficult undertaking, to say the least.

"Xiao, are you alright?" It's a simple question, one you always ask every time you see him. He seems more irritable today than usual, rolling his shoulders and pacing the balcony of the Wangshu Inn, looking out over the waters.

"Yes. There is nothing to stop me from doing the duties I have been assigned." You can't help but let out a sigh at his stock-standard response. It's hard to tell if he's purposely avoiding giving a proper answer, or if he truly believes that you're just asking about his ability to carry out his work.

"That's not what I meant..." It's hard to stifle the frustration in your tone. Xiao's incessant pacing and restless fidgeting seem to be aggravating you as well. "Emotionally. Mentally. Are you okay?"

Xiao pauses for a moment to focus on you and he tilts his head to the side. "I do not see how that is relevant. Zhongli sent you, yes?" You nod your head and open your mouth to respond, to clarify that you're asking because you actually care, not because of whatever preconceived notion Xiao has got in his head, but the Adeptus interrupts you. "You can tell him I am, as always, perfectly capable of continuing to fulfill our contract."

"I'm not asking for him!" You burst out, the frustration inside you finally coming to a boil. He finally ceases his pacing to fix you with a blank stare. He looks so tired, like the light behind his eyes is struggling to keep from sputtering out. His shoulders are slumped, and he's holding himself awkwardly, as if he's in pain. Knowing him, he probably is.

Xiao clenches his jaw and wets his lips before he speaks, giving you a glimpse of his sharp fangs. "Why are you asking, then? My 'emotional state' is of no concern to you." He says the words like they hold little meaning to him as an overall concept, much less something he himself actually possesses.

"Because I care, Xiao!" Your tone borders on scolding now - it upsets you to realise that, even after all of the time you've known him, the idea that you actually care about him seems to be completely foreign to him.

He flinches back minutely, running one hand through his hair, fingertips brushing up against the base of one of his darkly coloured horns.

Despite Xiao's long life, and the time he's spent being near mortals, even picking up on their emotions thanks to the Adeptal 'gift' of empathy, the intricacies of human mannerisms still escape him sometimes. It hurts his head, the sharp spark of emotion he feels coming from you. He wonders if it's his fault, if he's done something wrong. Guilt wells inside of him - it's not pleasant, but it's finally something that isn't that deeply seated apathy that has curled up and made itself at home in the cage inside his chest.

You watch as his brow furrows and he focuses his gaze solely on you for the first time in what feels like forever. His stare is intense, like he's trying to take you apart to see just how you work and why you're feeling the way you do - it's almost unnerving.

The silence between you two is deafening. It's nearly enough to make you throw your hands up and give in, to tell Xiao to forget that you asked, that it's late and you should go to bed to prepare for the long trip back to Liyue Harbor tomorrow.

You're about to do so when Xiao takes a step forward, one gloved hand reaching out briefly before he pulls it back close to his chest. "Wait." His voice is as composed and monotonous as ever, but it's ... smaller, somehow. "I..." He hesitates, worrying part of the ornate necklace he wears between two fingertips. "I'm sorry." He finally gets the words out - you can tell from his expectant expression that it isn't a phrase he's familiar with saying, that he's not entirely sure that this is the context he should be saying it in.

You shake your head, and he seems to shy away a little. "No, Xiao, don't be sorry." You make a conscious effort to try and calm down a little, to speak to him gently and kindly (goodness knows he could use some patience and compassion when he's so surrounded by hostility all the time). "Just..." You trail off, a little unsure of where you were going with all of this. "Let me care about you, alright?" It's your turn to interrupt Xiao as he opens his mouth, evidently about to question your intent. "No. Don't say anything. Don't question it. Please." You're so tired of his constant pushing away, the way he de

Xiao falls silent for a few long moments, contemplating this new revelation. He gulps quietly, averting his gaze to the marsh below. You think you see a slight tinge of pink on his pale cheeks in the twilight. "Okay." He murmurs softly.

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagarise my writing! This includes posting translations to other sites.

#pushes my xiao headcanons onto yall without context.#hes an empath and also has horns and feathery bits. theres your context actually #sorry this is a step away from my usual content. enjoy having your heart done broke i guess #should i continue this. i cant decide.#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin self insert #my writing #genshin headcanons #x reader #xiao #xiao x reader #xiao angst #xiao x you

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cbrosa-archived · 1 year

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I love all your Billy HCs they deserve more notes! What are his favorite 80s bands and who do you think he'd have crushes on?

gosh tysm!! 🥺🤍🤍

motley crue - some people say he'd be a tommy lee or a nikki sixx groupie and i say he'd be a groupie of both. nikki as a sag sun and billy as an aries sun? he’d live for the chaotic fire sign match energy. tommy is that tall libra drummer greek god that would have his mouth foaming for.

guns n roses - easy, he is a an izzy straddlin girly. izzy is that quiet introvert aries he’d adore for his extrovert aries vibe he’d die to have a song writen about him by izzy!. after him i can see him having a thing for slash, duff and steven adler. axl is more like his inspiration icon in the personal, family trauma matter, style and hard work ethic but at the same time he’d fight him so bad lmao

INXS - i know i know not metal but still rock & roll af and eighties enough for billy to vibe with. he is beyond infatuated with michael hutchence he'd so believe he was his perfect muse ok bye he wished he wrote never tear us apart about him.

bon jovi - wants to get railed by the entire band specially jon and richie.

ratt - he daydreams he’s married to stephen pearcy in another life. periodt.

winger - bestie, kip winger is his main rock & roll love. if he hears anyone saying they find him unattractive he would so bully you for that and honestly he’d so have the right for that because this is kip fucking winger. he’s also his hair and aesthetic icon.

poison - his thot energy increased after seeing the sex tape of brett michaels and pamela anderson do i need to continue elaborating on that one.

dokken - same as bon jovi, would kill to get railed by don and george.

L.A. guns - i once readed here someone posting that he jerks off to kelly nickels. which is something i didn't think i needed to know until then so yes that is canon

cinderella - he is loud and excited claiming he’d look so cute with tom keifer okay. heather, robin, carol, max, el and chrissy would kill anyone that tells him otherwise

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove headcanon #cheri answers #billy hargrove antis dni #just...#give billy the rock & roll groupie vixen lifestyle!! he would thrive above and beyond through it #also not me projecting one particular crush of mine of all these fucking bands to him lmfaooo #guess which one #ask #answered #i honestly thought no one cared about my billy brainrot things lmfao or maybe its my anxiety once again #but tysm this made my entire day enjoy!!!!#in this blog we ignore metallica i don't know her

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cainware · 2 years

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Headcanon time:

Jason still smokes post-resurrection. It's not super frequent, but when he's feeling exceptionally stressed, he takes a break and smokes. Mostly only when someone dies, when a mission has tested his last nerve, or when he's had a particularly rough time adjusting to being social that day. So, once a day, a few times a week. But he's not the guy that smokes two packs a day, not at all.

Something everyone picks up on is how Jason behaves while he smokes. He looks lost, whether in thought or otherwise. His hands tremble, his breath shakes, and his jaw is tense. His attention is anywhere but present, his mind floating off to some far corner of the world behind his eyes until he's stamping the cigarette butt out and tossing it in the ashtray or in a trashcan.

Everyone picks up on how Jason behaves after he smokes. He makes jokes, but they feel tense. He rolls his shoulders as if he'd just gotten done sparring. He feels... off. And if they're in one of Jason's many hole-in-the-wall safe places, he sprays himself and the room down with a bottle of fabreeze. He even has a bottle of it in his car, god forbid.

He can't kick the habit. He hates the smell of smoke because it triggers something inside his head, something deep down. Something, they think, is akin to a primal fear. And yet, he still does it. Nobody can figure out why.

Jason doesn't tell them it's because sometimes, triggering himself is the only way he can prevent a worse episode down the line. He'd rather shake and struggle through it now than be tucked away like he'd been jabbed with fear-toxin later.

#angst time angst time with a health side of projecting my smoking habits and self-triggering onto Jason <3 #this is fine to rb btw like i enjoy seeing peoples responses to my headcanons #also yes i do have a bottle of fabreeze in my car lmao so jason gets one too #also one of jasons triggers being smoke because of the explosion will live with me forever so #jason todd #headcanons #tw smoking #i guess? idk if thats a tw folks need or not #cainscontent

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the-hole-in-terzos-shoe · 2 years

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A little thing I was thinking about the other night:

What if Copia isn't the antichrist but his lover is, and it's his sworn duty to protect them?

The fiery orange eyes are what first captured his attention and of course he thought you were cute, he gets a crush on everyone

Then he started to notice that a certain level of chaos seemed to follow you wherever you may go

Random stuff like branches falling on cars, lights popping and breaking, people suddenly getting ill when you enter a room

These were things that were normal to you, so you never really noticed them, but it attracted him to you all the more

And one evening in the intimacy of his bedroom, he finds it: his hot breath graces the shell of your ear as his tongue discovers the scar tissue that had always been there, the little 666 marking your flesh

He inquires about it, asking if maybe a piercing artist had done it, but as you ramble quickly about how it's been there since birth and that you didn't know it said anything because it's not like you can read the script written behind your ear in a shitty bathroom mirror, he falls, and boy does he fall hard.

After that, you are simply inundated with flowers and little gifts, like candy and wine

He wants to impress you. You hardly even understand what you are, but he does, and he's determined to keep you pleased, in all the ways. As Papa, it's what he took an oath for. (Although he perhaps takes it a little too seriously)

He'll help you dress in the mornings, making sure you feel good about yourself

You'll want for nothing. Cravings? He's calling the kitchen. Not feeling well? He practically becomes a doctor. That thing at the store you liked? It's waiting for you in your chambers.

At the end of a long day, he'll run you a bath, enjoying the view of the steam billowing from your warm flesh. And maybe he'll brave getting into the tub with you, as the bath water always seems to be a few degrees hotter than when he first ran it.

It's a lot of work looking after you the way he does, plus all the paperwork and being Papa, but for him it's all worth it, especially on those cold, winter nights in the abbey when he needn't bother with his robe, because he'll have you to keep him warm

#i guess this is fluff #just needed to get this off my chest #enjoy babes #papa emeritus iv #the band ghost #copia #ghost band #imagine #drabble #headcanon #hcs #fanfic #papa iii #terzo #papa emeritus iii #shitghosting

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storfulsten · 2 years

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i wish to see bf calming down a ballistic whitty

posing is hard so just went basic af sorry

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#bombeep #whittyxbf #wanted bf to like hug whitty around the waist or something but idk how to art sometimes #so this is the best I can offer atm lol #first time doodling ballistic whitty pls help me #at least his colors are quite vibrant I guess ha #wish size difference consistency wasn't so dang hard but here we are #though this is probably pretty close to my preferred personal au headcanons tbh #bf tiny shortie king whitty huge as balls #now if only my hands would remember that inbetween doodles that would be great #anyways hope this is ok enought for the multiple asks recieved even with no hugging or whatever lol #enjoy or don't #whatever floats your boat #take it or leave it #fnf #fnf au #fnf shipping #could just be friendshippy too whatever works for you #friday night funkin #boyfriend #whitty #bf #I draw what I want #thanks for the suggestion #multiple ones lol #stay groovy friendo

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logicheartsoul · 2 years

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I was talking with @livingincolorsagain and these random thoughts came into my head and next thing you know, it became a million years long. It’s kind of long, so putting some of it under a read more.

Also, shout-out to @talk3tiv3 @lupusxuniversum and @saryasy for wanting me to post it, so here.

So, I was thinking about writing and having this idea about Bucky not able to be able TO write (he can journal but journaling isn’t really something polished and unique, it’s just emotion and thought dumping for his own private eyes) but he has all these overwhelming feelings about Sam.

He wishes he could write beautiful love letters, like he had been taught in the past, but words end up clumsy and silly in his head after all he’s been through and he thinks that the 40’s version of him could do that but not him. And all his letters would be too hard or plain for a guy like Sam who deserves romance and to be wooed.

His therapist suggests if he wants to write creatively but letters and stories are too hard, to find another medium. Maybe something like drawing or music or etc. Bucky says he’ll think about it. Even though he went to art school with Steve, drawing was more Steve’s thing and he was skilled at it. Bucky’s art skills tend to be more engineer based and whatever he draws wouldn’t convey the feelings in his heart. He’s ok at singing — not the worst but not the best, he can hold a decent note but not all the time, and sometimes when he gets too distracted, either caught in the feeling or too goofy, his voice goes off key. He doesn’t want to embarrass Sam like that, though Sam being serenaded is an idea he tucks away into a pocket.

And then he goes to the bookstore, a local one that has second hand books but also sells new things and they’re having a live reading of some local artist. Bucky stands around in the back, curious of the group, and turns out it’s a poet, reading some of their favorite poems but also a few of their own from their new book.

And the poetry — the poetry ranges from extremely beautiful and full of flowery prose to some very simple but hard hitting lines that stick after the next one is read. There’s prose poetry and poetry with rhyme that seems more like the melody line of a song. The last fifteen minutes, which is what Bucky catches, goes by quick with a short q&a session, and Bucky gets the courage to ask about poetry, writing it, how to go about it, especially if you haven’t done it before. It’s the last question that gets answered coz it was so thoughtful, and the poet gets too into the answers but that’s ok coz the rest of the audience is raptured just as Bucky is. It feels like the lecture hall of an English class and Bucky is the most willing student.

And then once the answer is finished, the autograph session is up and Bucky gets in line, sees the table full of the poet’s work. Several books, including the newest, but also a selected anthology of poems with annotations from the poet, a mix of their work and others. Bucky picks up that one, seeing the subject matter is varied along with their newest book. It’s autobiographical almost, but it talks about life, loss, love, and politics and the way the world affects those with a voice not of the white, cisheteronormative majority, especially non-Christian, and it’s certainly an eye opener. It’s someone’s voice not of his own but not to control him, but to tell their own truth to share to others willing to listen. Yeah, he hasn’t bought it yet, but he is gonna get it signed.

He’s near the end of the line, letting others go first who might want to see this poet, vibrating with anticipatory excitement. And then his turn comes up and the poet’s eyes brighten and thank him for such a wonderful question. And then, seeing both books, asks 1) which one he’d like to sign or if he wants both coz he’s near the end of the line so it’s no struggle and 2) what made him ask that question earlier. And he confesses a bit about having all these thoughts and feelings but no way to put it in words until he heard the poetry today. And he wondered if that could be for himself too. And the poet is like, well, it might not always turn out good, but you keep writing until something feels right and you do it again and again. You can keep the old attempts or trash it, you can edit the hell out of things if he’s that kind of person or just start from scratch, but it’s a process of discovery if he’s willing to take it and not be perfect from the get go. But it’s definitely guaranteed to help get all those feelings out no matter now pretty the words sound or not.

And then Bucky gives thanks and the poet asks for his name and he gives his full name, James Buchanan Barnes but if you’d like to use my common nickname, that’s fine and the poet pauses and blinks looking at him like, I knew you looked a bit familiar. Are you for real that’s your name?

Bucky laughs like, yeah yeah that’s me and the poet is like I know people name their kids after famous people all the time so your name isn’t what bugs me it’s just putting your name with your face made it click.

Bucky goes, oh.

And they both have a laugh and Bucky goes “you can address it to Bucky, if you want” and then the poet writes some words of encouragement on the anthology hoping these poems will help guide Bucky on his writing journey for whatever is inside his head and heart and for their own hoping he enjoys these words written, to a fellow poet. And then they shake hands and Bucky rings up the books, not getting any of the other potential new sci-fi or fantasy novels he was thinking of getting and goes home.

Sam isn’t home which is good coz he doesn’t want him to know what he purchased. Puts the books in his room.

He brings out a clean journal from his journal stash — he hasn’t stopped chronicling his life for his own edification and he sometimes doesn’t want to go buy some more to write it down. Finds one that looks “artsy” enough and picks a pen and starts writing. It’s all a dump of feelings and emotions, loss, memory, belonging, feeling out of time. Also about rediscovery, healing, finding home again, finding hope, finding a love he never thought he’d fine. Home and happiness and family and a place to belong. And Sam. All thorough lines that lead to Sam.

Sam sees Bucky scribbling away in these notebooks from time to time but doesn’t question it — not from his collection when they confiscated it back in Romania (and took forever to get back) or when he asked him about it and Bucky explained it was for his memory and therapy.

But on a free weekend, one day, he sees him with the light shining down on his face, sometimes almost like a painting or a well shot photograph and he makes these faces, sometimes beaming with pride, sometimes scrunched like he’s scrutinizing something under a microscope and then crossing things out enthusiastically or erasing depending on if it’s a pen or pencil. And it gets Sam curious. Bucky has been writing with more face journeys going on than he usually does just journaling.

And he asks.

Bucky lightly goes, “oh, I got into poetry recently. Something my therapist suggested.”

Sam is like “you, writing poetry?”

Bucky goes “yeah, I don’t know if it’s any good but it’s nice to create something, something positive with these hands.”

And Sam thinks those hands have done positive things already: fix the boat, help out with their neighbors, with Sarah and the boys watching over them or helping with errands or family game nights, helping Sam with his wounds, shielding people from getting hurt, lending a hand to pick them up.

But Sam doesn’t say anything and he goes makes a joke about Bucky wanting to be the next best American poet and Bucky laughs and goes hell no, I’m not that good, but thanks for the vote of confidence.

And then Sam drops it and asks if he wants anything for lunch since there’s still leftovers but he’s gonna fix a sandwich on his weekend off. And Bucky goes you go ahead, I can fix one myself and gets back to writing, the cats winding their bodies around Sam’s feet in the kitchen since Bucky is too preoccupied. Sam setting a sandwich on the side table anyway as he scrolls on his phone, reading his ebooks or watching a vid or two at a reasonable volume so he can hear it but not distract Bucky. The cats sometimes looking at Bucky but then cuddling with Sam.

Bucky, finishing, lost in his words and sees Sam lightly napping on the couch, the cats doing the same. The sandwich on the plate. He writes about the serenity and how perfect that moment is. Home and peace right there. Takes a pic with his phone surreptitiously and makes it his lock screen before he eats the sandwich. Cleans up after both he and Sam and washes the dishes, the cats mildly awake and listening to the rushing water but don’t move.

Bucky starting prep on early dinner because time flew so fast. He makes something he’s good at that Sam also thinks is good and they haven’t had it in awhile. Once it’s out of the prep stage the cats get active again and start to eat and drink while Bucky is in full swing, Sam waking up to the smell of home cooked meals made with love and Bucky lightly humming.

He rubs his bleary eyes and trots slowly to the kitchen, asks with a yawn if Bucky wants any help and he says, no but it’s almost done, I need to set the table and Sam touches his arm going, I’ll do it and goes and does it.

After it’s set, Sam peers over Bucky’s shoulder as he’s taste testing for seasoning and Sam’s like let me and like an indirect kiss he tests it and it really is the right balance of seasoned. Bucky’s cooking practice is paying off.

And it’s there Bucky can’t help himself with Sam’s soft smile of contentment, pleased at the taste, his warm brown eyes, and the close proximity of him — he tells him a poem. A poem about him, and love. It’s short, it’s from his heart, it’s about right now.

Sam blinks and he goes “that’s beautiful. Who wrote it?”

Bucky goes, I did. Just now.

Sam is all damn that’s wow. You? Just now? That’s good poetry, Buck.

Bucky goes, “only because it comes from the heart”.

And then, he says another poem, about his heart, his love, and the two of them.

Sam laughing a shocked chuckle, are you confessing to me? Are you saying you love me? Are you pulling moves right now?

Bucky goes it’s not a move when it’s what I really feel for you.

And Sam, Sam’s eyes are tearing up, he can’t believe it, and Bucky turns the stove off, he places the spoon down, he cups Sam’s face, his thumb brushing his check under his eyes like don’t cry, sweetheart I don’t want to make you sad and Sam grabbing his hand and going and kissing his palm, kissing his lips, chaste and sweet and a tear falls; he presses his forehead against Bucky’s while Bucky wipes his tears and he looks at him and his eyes are saying it’s been so long since someone loved me like that who wasn’t obligated, someone who has seen me at my highs and lows, someone who has been with me to the brink and back and Bucky kisses him again and goes I love you, Sam.

Then the cats meowing leads them to break away and for Bucky to serve dinner, for Sam to hear all of Bucky’s poetry writing woes and journey, interspersed with Sam’s thoughts of the day — catching up on family, neighborhood gossip, his viewpoints on some of his high school friends getting together and the few videos he watched while Bucky was writing. Both of them laughing and rapt with attention. And love, so much love.

And then later, for Sam’s birthday, he gives him a little rough handmade booklet of paper full of poems he wrote about him.

His therapist, after he reveals this, is pleasantly happy and surprised, along with the good developments in his life.

And Bucky is truly happy, settled in a way. He has a family, a home, a love, a community, purpose, a place to belong. It’s not always smooth and some days there are setbacks but they’re surmountable.

And there’s Sam. Sam’s happiness can get him through all the dark days, he’s sure.

#headcanons #imagines #MCU #sambucky #my writing #I guess #did i just write something so bucky would give sam a million poems about his love for him? yeah #it got a smidge meta there about writing ngl #anyhow hope y’all enjoy

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hi!! wanted to express I very much enjoy and agree with your sex repulsed Kaeya hc (trying to find well-written chaeya centric fics with an interesting dynamic and a foundation other than One Night Stand... they exist but are so hard to find for no reason), and would like to give you a no-pressure excuse/request to talk about it more if there's anything more you'd want to say about it.

if there's not anything to expand on for particular that one, some other headcanon of yours you'd like to talk about, and if there's not any, then I hope you're doing well regardless!!

Thank you very much anon!

I love this excuse to talk about Kaeya more!

Alright so in the context of relationship dynamics with Kaeyas sex repulsion

I think in contexts like Chaeya, I think Kaeya would inherently has a distrust for fatui and especially harbingers seeing as in the past they have caused quite a lot of trouble for him and Mond. So if he met Childe, it would probably be because Childe had been temporarily stationed in Mond.

We all know Kaeya has his charm, it is in a way his manipulation tactic. He seems suave and flirtatious, which can cause somebody's guard to be dropped if they don't know him because he's not making himself be perceived as a threat. Though I believe that is his first trajectory when working. He doesn't like being seen as a piece of meat, but if it makes his job easier, if he can catch somebody off guard then it's better for him. But he also does have his second trajectory where fighting is the solution. He isn't scared to sacrifice others to make sure he gets the results he wants, but he also can play that off as mischievousness and being tricky so that people working under him still want to follow him.

We also know Childe is no stranger to holding a charm as well, he presents himself as a happy guy who could possibly be considered a flirtatious guy (even if when he's actually flirting he's awful at it). From what I know there is two sides of him, the side that wants to perceive as a nonthreat and that's for children, mothers, and possibly people he wishes to manipulate. The other side is the side that wants to be a threat, he craves for bloodlust and battle which can be attributed to the time he spent in the abyss. Childe will use his manipulation tactics of being the nice helpful guy to an extent, but his strengths lay in the battlefield. His strengths are opposite to Kaeya, where Kaeya strengths lay in his silver tongue and is equally good in the battlefield. Childe puts most of his strengths into the battlefield. He would much rather sacrifice those around him and he would rather the people under him listen to him through fear of his strength than by his charm. Though I am certain Childe is one of the few harbingers who are more likely to be more buddy buddy with his underlings than others like Scaramouche or Dottore.

So when these two meet Childe can spot Kaeyas false niceness to him, Kaeya can see the inherent violence in Childe. They don't trust each other in the slightest when they first meet. Childe might think in the beginning from how Kaeya dresses that he's a sexual person and he might even try to flirt (very poorly) cause he thinks it might be easy to get that from Kaeya so he can get a weakness of the captains. But Kaeyas two responses would be to laugh at him or to make a barely disguised face of disgust.

To make a story short the two of them dance around eachother in distrust for a while. Slowly Kaeya actually finds spending time with Childe isn't so bad, but he still doesn't trust him. He's willing to fight Childe at a moments notice, he's ready for disaster at any moment. Childe enjoys Kaeyas company quite a bit as well and finds himself trying to figure out the puzzle that is Kaeya. He's mysterious and the way he speaks and presents himself is so different than the peaks he got of the person he's seen under that mask on occasion. Childe believes Kaeya wouldn't be a challenge to get rid of. At first he doesn't try to because he doesn't wish to ruin his status or be the reason the fatui get kicked from Mond. The more time he spends eithbthe captain though the more he's curious of the person the captain is. Though Childe is most definitely ready to be given the order to get rid of him or is ready to fight him at any given point.

The two of them dance around in a friend-enemy territory for a long while.

The both of them most definitely spar on more friendly terms, but Childe barely holds back his lust for violence and Kaeya barely holds himself back from wanting to actually mortally would the harbinger.

Them eventually getting together would take quite a bit of time and work, and it still would hold the untrust between them because Kaeya and Childe are on different sides. Think of it like those stories like two undercover agents are dating eachother with the other as their target, except they both know of each others statuses but aren't really sure of their mission.

When together Childe would probably try and move things to a sexual nature except Kaeya doesn't want to. He shows a distaste for it and even tells Childe he isn't interested in those activities. Which over time Childe wants to know more about Kaeyas distaste for sex.

Kaeya often tries to switch the topic or he gives vague responses to Childes questions. He doesn't want to discuss why he finds sex to be an activity he doesn't want to do. He doesn't want to have to discuss his thoughts on the matter. Which can cause a bit of a rocky patch because oddly enough Childe isn't forceful or isn't demanding answers like Kaeya thought he would do. The whole relationship confuses Kaeya because he thought in private the harbinger would act like a harbinger, but he doesn't. Oddly he goes about his days so normally. The spark of romance between them isn't a burning passion, it oddly isn't fueled by lust and Kaeya likes it. For the first time he doesn't feel like he has to keep up the mysterious flirt persona he has for his job.

Kaeyas content without sex in their relationship, he finds the romance nice, the nonsexual intimacy nice.

If Kaeya ever wanted to have sex with someone it would have to be a person he trusts and somebody he's really close to. It would have to be a situation where he was absolutely certain that he could tap out at any moment if he decided he couldn't continue. The physical aspect of sex might be nice but I think it's more so the emotional aspect is what he struggles with.

#i guess this kinda turned into chaeya discussion hour #but i hope you enjoy this anon #anon #anon asks #if you wanna ask my opinion ships though feel free to #i love discussing ships #genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #kaeya alberich #childe #tartaglia #chaeya #also im so sorry i started to lose myself in thoughts at the end #also at the end i started cooking so i might have lost my train of thought #i wanna write more but i lost my train of thought

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