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~ 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚙𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 ~

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚆𝙰𝚂𝚂𝚄𝙿 𝚈’𝙰𝙻𝙻 🔥⁉️ 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙸𝙽 𝙱𝚄𝙸𝚂𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽— 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝙰 𝙻𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚃𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙵𝙸𝙲𝚂 𝙱𝙲 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙷 𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚁𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟻,𝟽𝟶𝟿

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡 (𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 🐢❤️)

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 🐢❤️ (𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡)

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑’𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖.

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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐— 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚓𝚊𝚖, 𝚙𝚕𝚣 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 ❤️🧡

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“No.”

“But Raph—”

“No.”

“But Raphie—”

“No.”

“But—”

“I literally just said no, Mikey.”

“But Raaaaaaphhhh, I’m bored!” The youngest groaned, flopping onto the second oldest’s bed dramatically. The second oldest in question raised an unamused brow, looking up from his comic where his little brother laid in front of him. The red banded turtle sighed, going back to reading his novel calmly and ignoring the younger turtle completely.

Now, if you couldn’t tell by Mikey’s whole demeanor, or the fact that he just stated so…he was bored. VERY bored. EXTREMELY bored.

TREMENDOUSLY bored if you will.

And if the youngest was bored, you’d best believe you’d hear him complaining all day in and all day out until he found something to occupy himself with. And Raph? Well, the young teen personally did not have the time nor patience to deal with all of that today.

Or any day really.

“For the millionth time, Mike— I’m busy. Go bother Don or somethin'.” The hot-head grumbled, flipping through the pages of the comic book he was currently reading. The other rolled his eyes, turning his head to his older brother, “Don’t you think I already did that?” Raph chuckled at the statement. “Oh really? And how’d that go?”

“He threw a beaker at me…but I think it had acid in it—“

Raph visibly shuddered, “Okie-dokie then. Another reason for you to get out of my room. Buh-bye. Sayonara. Thanks for stopping by. Adios amigo.” He demanded, pushing Mikey’s face with his foot but the youngest stubbornly stood his ground. He pushed back with his head until the other eventually gave up, throwing his comic book at him in frustration.

Mikey got up from the bed, annoyingly whining again.

“Just do an activity with me or something…! He huffed, shaking Raph by the shoulders back and forth. “I can show you the way out of my room! That can be an activity we can do together!” The red banded teen smiled with a fake sweet tone, which only caused the other’s frown to deepen.

“I’ll never ask you for anything ever agaiiiiinnn! Just do something with meeee! Pleeaseee?!” Raph had to bite back a grin when he heard that bargain. In the next 5 minutes, Mikey would probably ask him to do the hokey-pokey or some shit like that. The second oldest let out a long yet playful sigh, rubbing his temples before crossing his arms. “Fine fine…what do you wanna do?”

The youngest blinked, rubbing the back of his head and looking away for a bit. Well…Raph was surprisingly easy to convince today. It usually took him a solid 2 hours and 30 minutes (he’s counted) until he cracked. Usually 1 hour and 15 minutes on a good day…

“That’s…a very good question…I’ll get back to you on that…” The smaller turtle muttered. Raph tilted his head in complete and utter disbelief. “You came in here harassing me for, like, an hour straight talking about how you wanna spend time with me and now you don’t even know what you wanna do?!”

“I’m thinking, okay?! Don’t get your tits in a twist!” Mikey huffed at his older brother.

“Don’t get my what in a what???”

The youngest then suddenly snapped his fingers, smiling brightly and turning to the second oldest, “We should play a video game!”

“Like…Fall Guys or something? Dude, I’ve beat you anytime we’ve played two player. Just accept your many MANY losses.” The green eyed mutant teased, laughing at the offended expression Mikey was giving him now.

“I think you might have hit your head a bit too hard when we came from the ooze, my dear friend. Because I clearly remember you losing when we were playing last weekend.” The orange banded teen challenged, sticking his tongue out at Raph who only scoffed in amusement, resting his hand on his hip.

“I was being a good big brother and let you win.” He retorted. Mikey rolled his eyes, knowing full damn well Raph just sucked absolute ass and didn’t want to admit it. “Yeah yeah, whatever. But, no. I have an even better thing in mind. And it’s a board game.”

A pause.

“…so are you gonna tell me what the board game is?” Raph asked impatiently.

“I’m pausing for emphasis! I request a drumroll, please.”

…oh for the love of…

Raph sighed, drumming his hands on his bed for a couple seconds before stopping, waiting for Mikey to tell him the name of this soooo special game that he couldn’t just tell him already.

Because emphasis or whatever.

“Twister!” Mikey smiled, clapping his hands excitedly. “Twister.” Raph repeated, his eye-ridges (is that what they’re called—? Idk…) raising in surprise as he scratched the top of his head confused. “Why Twister of all things? We haven’t played that game since we were, like, 7.”

The blue-eyed mutant shrugged, leaning against his big brother’s beside and lazily checking his nails. “Eh. No reason. Just what first came to mind. What? Afraid you’ll lose, Raphie boy~?” He smirked, looking up at the taller green eyed mutant who only chuckled at his taunt.

“Oh please. That game is so easy I could play it in my sleep.” He smirked, looking down at Mikey who only had a satisfied grin plastered on his face.

Raph was lying— lying right through his teeth in fact. He wasn’t good at Twister— he wasn’t even semi-good. He didn’t even qualify anywhere near semi-good when it came to Twister. Raph wasn’t the most…flexible turtle of the bunch, which made it hard to do some, if not most of the poses Twister had conjured up for you.

And usually, he wouldn’t care so much about losing a game. Heck, it was Twister for crying out loud. But Raphael grew up with a family of competitors.

And so, he was competitive. Very competitive.

He didn’t like to lose— in fact, he hated losing. He’d rather beat up Kraang droids all day than lose.

Well…he’d beat up Kraang droids any day but that’s beside the point!

Point was, he absolutely sucked at Twister, period. And personally? It wouldn’t be so bad if he was going against Leo, heck— even Casey Goongala Jones himself would be a better opponent than Mikey.

If Mikey won (which he always did), he would make sure you knew all day in and all day out that he beat you. It was annoying as hell and that would only fuel Mikey more into reminding you that you lost against him.

And like stated before…Raph did not like losing. He didn’t like it one bit.

The elder straightened up his slouched posture, extending his hand to do a hand shake, which the youngest gladly accepted. “I accept your offer. But don’t be disappointed when I completely annihilate you.”

“We’ll see about that.” Mikey chirped, grabbing Raph’s arm and almost soaring out of the room with him.

Aaaaand so that’s where the two were now; spreading the well known dotted mat onto the floor carefully in front of the TV. The two spun a couple times already, the positions that were being requested weren’t hard. At first…just subtle movements here and there. Until Raph had his whole arm underneath Mikey and Mikey had his whole arm under Raph’s…

And by 12 turn’s, they were intertwining each other like a bunch of yarn. Raph, surprisingly, was doing really well. His stance being something along the lines of a downwards dog and a corpse pose— if that makes sense. Which it doesn’t. Because it’s Twister. Twister doesn’t make any sense in the slightest.

Mikey on the other hand, was not doing so hot. His stance was just basically the Family Guy dead pose but just slightly standing. With every spin of that darn evil plastic wheel, the younger teen seemed to be getting more and more difficult adjustments, while Raph barely had to move a finger. Or…limb in this case.

The turtle gods were on his big brother’s side today and Mikey was not having it.

“Doing alright, bro?” The hot-head smugly asked, his voice a little strained due to the odd positing but a teasing grin was on his face nonetheless. “You’re shaking a bit there…” He mused at his little brother, whose limbs were shaking like a bunch of conjoined jello conjoined.

The smaller mutant then fixed his footing, not shaking anymore as he looked up at Raph, smirking smugly right back at him. “Oh I’m fine, big bro. Just. Fine.” The orange banded turtle gritted out.

Now, Mikey wasn’t going to lie, but this whole Twister thing was starting to not seem like such a good idea. His older brother was a complete abomination when it came to Twister! But apparently, he seemed like he was getting every single easy position, and he was doing a pretty decent job at it— and Raph…Raphael has NEVER done decent!

Mikey, on the other hand, was struggling. He might as well become the actual mascot for the game or something because his arms and legs were getting twisted like actual Twizzlers. It’s probably not even normal for his body to twist like this, but hey! He’s not losing and that’s all that matters, right?

But he couldn’t keep this act on forever. He was going to fall sooner or later if he didn’t do something fast.

The younger tried to move to spin the wheel but almost fell in the process; catching himself at the last second. “Yeah…I won’t be able to reach it…” The elder hummed in acknowledgement, also attempting to spin the wheel but ultimately failing as well.

Conveniently, a couple seconds later, the eldest turtle of the four quadruplets walked out of his room, walking into the lounge area where the two were playing Twister. Leo looked the two up and down before sighing, rubbing his face tiredly.

“It’s too early for this…” He grumbled, going to the kitchen to refill his tea cup. Raph and Mikey shared a confused glance with each other, before looking at the other turtle with even more confusion.

“It’s 4 in the afternoon…” The youngest giggled. Leo turned around, glaring at the both of them. And if looks could kill…Mikey would’ve been nothing but a bare shell.

“Yeah. And my statement still stands. It’s too early for this…” The blue banded turtle repeated, taking a sip of a now full tea cup. “Now. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go read some Captain Ryan x reader fanfiction…” He grumbled with the most deadpanned face and voice ever, but you could tell by the sparkle in his eyes that he was genuinely excited.

The young leader was probably too tired to acknowledge what he just said…oh well. More blackmail for Mikey then.

“Leo, wait! We need you to spin the spinny thingie!” The second oldest yelled in impatience. This stance was starting to hurt like shell! And losing is not an option here!

Leo turned around, looking his brother up and down again before sipping his tea again. “Do it yourself.”

“I can’t, wise guy! The spinny whatchamacallit is all the way over there! If I try to spin it, I’ll lose!” Raph explained which only resulted in Leo blinking once before rolling his eyes.

“Then lose.” And with that, the young leader walked to his room, chuckling a bit to himself as he closed his door. “Smug bastard…” The red banded turtle grumbled under his breath.

After a few moments of thinking, Mikey decided he needed to do something to try and get an advantage in this game. That’s when he reached up with one hand and jabbed Raph in the side lightly.

The elder flinched violently, drawing out a surprised and loud shriek, but stubbornly staying in the same position he was before. The second oldest glared at his younger brother, who had the most innocent smile plastered on his face.

“Michelangelo. Hamato.” He warned, his glare hardening. “Poke me again and see what happens.” He said threateningly, which only caused the younger in question to innocently bat his eyes at him, continuously poking around his side.

“Mihihike— shihihit!” Raph cursed, trying to squirm out of reach of the poking with the little room he had. Mikey continued to tickle him, now moving his fingers to scribble on his stomach, which obviously made Raph shriek louder.

“MIHIHIKEY!”

“Aw…there’s that smile!” The youngest grinned. And finally, to the smaller turtle’s delight, the older fell down on his shell, officially concluding the game and granting Mikey his 100% hard earned victory.

“I won!” The menace giggled, doing a small little victory dance on the mat before he made eye contact with Raph— who looked like he was ready to KILL.

Victory dance over. Victory dance WAY WAY over.

The younger got up almost immediately, quickly backing away as the other turtle scaringly followed right behind him. “W-Wait wahait…dude, bro, my man…we can talk about this! We can talk this out like the civilized mature mutants we are! There’s noho need to doohoo anything drahastic…” He rambled, taking multiple upon multiple steps back as Raph inched closer and closer towards him, game obviously loooong forgotten at this point.

The elder cracked his knuckles, an evil smirk spreading across his face almost like a wildfire. And that, ladies and gentleman, was enough evidence for Mikey to know that he was absolutely in for it.

The youngest bolted for Donnie’s lab, running as fast as his little legs could carry him, only to be hoisted onto his big brother’s shoulder as the red banded turtle walked back to the lounge area.

Nervous giggles escaped Mikey’s mouth as he tried to get out of his older brother’s grip, squirming, pushing, kicking— basically all the things he could do in this oh-so-horrible-situation-that-he-definitely-did-not-plan-out-what-so-ever!

Raph put Mikey on the ground, sitting on his legs. “Mihike, I haven’t even done anything yet...” He commented at the squirmy giggly mess that was his youngest brother. Mikey snickered, a small blush creeping to his face. “Shuhut it!“ He squeaked as he felt three fingers on his sides, not moving but just resting there in anticipation.

The youngest helplessly held the taller turtle’s wrists, shaking his head back and forth while sputtering out giggly pleases as his eyes were closed shut. “What’s gotten you so giggly?” Raph asked innocently, smirking down at his baby brother who was currently losing his mind.

“Just gehehet it oveheher wihith already!” He giggled desperately. If getting absolutely wrecked wasn’t gonna kill him…then the anticipation definitely would.

“Get whahat over with, Mike? I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about…” The orange banded turtle lightly smacked at Raph’s arm, loving and hating every single second of this. Mikey looked to the side, hiding his head in his shell a tiny bit out of embarrassment.

“Is there…something specific you’re talking about? Something oh-so embarrassing that you apparently can’t even say it out loud?” Raph grinned, his fingers clamping lightly on his sides as the other giggly whined in annoyance and desperation.

“Will yohou plehease juhust tihihickle me already???” The smallest turtle squeaked; the last part barely audible to the turtle ear and of course Raph felt the need to comment on it.

“Hm? What was that~? I couldn’t quite hear you…” He smirked, his fingers twitching against the other’s sides.

“Rahaph!!”

“You gotta speak louder, bud. I can hardly hear you.”

“Rahahaphie plehease!”

“Well since you asked so nicely…” Raphael smiled, starting to actually tickle Mikey’s sides now.

“You know, you could have just…told me you wanted me to tickle you, instead of doing the whole ‘let’s play Twister’ bullshit.” The taller turtle stated calmly, only causing Mikey’s blush to deepen.

Was he seriously that easy to read? Well that’s embarrassing…he honestly thought he had his older brother fooled with the whole ‘Let’s play Twister bullshit.’

Random fun fact, one of the best and worst things about being tickled by Raph was that he could just casually say the t-word as if it was an everyday word as you can see.

Well…in retrospect it is an everyday word.

But it’s a very embarrassing everyday word.

A very VERY embarrassing everyday word.

And you best believe he always used it as an advantage to gain the upper hand in every situation. Whether he was tickling one of his brothers or not…you bet he would randomly use it in a sentence.

“Literally what are you talking aboHOUT?” Mikey screeched as Raph prodded and poked his lower ribs. “Oh, don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I mean.” The second oldest smirked. “Playing duhumb is not my forte— thahat was yohou duhuhuring Twister.” Mikey managed to giggle out.

Raph sent daggers to Mikey as he pinned one of his hands to the carpeted floor, digging his free hand into his exposed underarm.

The blue eyed mutant automatically squawked at the sudden sensation, trying desperately to pull his arm back down. The other let out a satisfied huff from the noise, “You were saying~?”

“ScREHEHEW YOHOU!” He squawked. Raph flinched slightly at the turtle belle’s sudden yell but chuckled at it nonetheless. Oh this is gonna be so so easy…

Mikey’s feet helplessly kicked behind Raph, his legs going up into the air every so slightly every now and again. “Your gonna break the sound barrier with all that screaming, baby brother...” Raph commented.

“But, you okay? You’re voice raised a bit there…” He asked as he heard Mikey’s laughter spike up suddenly. The youngest wiped a couple happy tears from his eyes, giggling still. “Yeah, yeah…I’m okay…”

Raph nodded at the response, rubbing some of the ghost tickles away before going back to tickling him, now squeezing his hip area.

The freckled turtle’s eyes completely shot out of his sockets as and of course his big brother had to make a smart remark.

“Uh oh…did I happen to find a bad spot?” Raph smirked, raising a brow as the younger shook his head back and forth. “NOHO! NAHAT THEHERE! RAHAPH! PLEHEASE!” The teenager cackled loudly, grabbing the other’s wrists but making no attempt to push them away of course.

“Not there?? Whaddya mean not there~? You mean right…here?” Raph giggled, “Right here? Is this a bad spot, Mike?” He questioned innocently.

“RAHAPH *squeak* PLEHEASE!” Mikey squealed. “Please what? I can’t understand you because of my little brother’s mouse squeaks. Sorry man…” Raph said as he dramatically wiped a tear from his eye, before going back to tickling Mikey’s hip area.

“SHUHU— *squeak* SHUHUT UHUP!”

At times like this, you would not question the fact that Mikey’s Dad is a 6'2 rat mutant. Just listening to his laugh you could hear the resemblance.

“My gahaHAHASH! JuhUST STAHAP!” He whined throughout his laughter as Raph continued to knead his hip bones, causing Mikey’s laughter to rise in volume tremendously now and again.

The youngest arched his back with a loud squeal, pushing on his older brother’s wrists again as he tried to turn himself so his shell was facing upward.

“Now where do you think your goin'?” Raph snickered, now using both his hands to tickle Mikey’s underarms now, instead of just tickling one.

“WAHAHAIT! WAHA— *squeal* WAHAIT! IHIHIT TIHI— *squeak* NAHAHAH!” The youngest stammered through his laughter, his bandana long gone off of his face due to how much he was squirming around.

“It tickles? Ya don’t say.” Raph deadpanned, snickering at the small squeal the turtle below him let out after the comment. “Can Dr. Name-Einstein not take what he dishes out~?” He continued, digging deeper in Mikey’s underarms.

“Tickle tickle tickle~!”

“NoHOH—!”

“Tickle tickle~! Kitchie kitchie coo~!”

“SHUHUT— *squeak* SHUHUT YOUR MOHOUTH!”

“Aww…well, that’s not very nice, now is it?” The green eyed teen fake pouted, continuing to tickle Mikey’s underarms, but slipping his hands out every now and again to poke the other’s neck lightly before going back in.

“Ahh tkltkltkl….ahh tkltkltkl— what? I’m abbreviating it for you because you hate that word soooo much, see? Ahh tkltkltkl…”

“IHI’M GOHONNA MUHUHURDER YOHOU!” The youngest shrieked, banging his heels on the floor in a futile attempt to escape his big brother’s VERY mean comments. “Oh yeah? You and with what hands, little man~?” Raph grinned, grabbing both of Mikey’s wrists to put above his head, scribbling all over his stomach.

Mikey’s hyena cackling only raised in volume after that. Raph evil laughed at the reaction, chuckling to himself as he tickled the younger to pieces.

“Woah. I think I hit the jackpot…what do you think, Mike?”

Mikey squeaked.

“Yeah, I think so too.”

Behind all the evil laughing and teasing, Raph took glances at his baby brother’s face every now and again to make sure that he was actually enjoying himself; and that he wasn’t uncomfortable in any way.

…And before you even think of calling him a softie for thinking this, being a softie and being caring are two completely different things.

Don’t get them twisted.

Anyways, even if Raph never openly says so or displays so…he genuinely cares about his brothers, and if he ever hurt them in any way, physically or mentally…just know that he’s taking that with him to the grave. No further questions asked.

Unfortunately for the youngest, this didn’t mean Raph would be merciful while tickling him in any way, shape, or form right now…

But Raph didn’t want his baby brother’s voice disappearing all the way to Timbuktu, so stopping right now would suffice.

The older turtle ceased his tickling onslaught, crossing his arms across his plastron to glance at the flustered and oh-so giggly mess he created.

“Yohou…suhuck…” The maskless turtle giggled, refusing to look at his big brother who just snickered at the purely adorable behavior.

“Yohou okay?” The elder turtle asked, “Like seriously, I didn’t hurt you or anything, right?” He asked genuinely. And now wasn’t that sweet? Asking if someone was okay after almost committing a first degree murder to said person. Yeah. Reeeeaaal sweet alright.

“Mhm…yeah I’m okahay…” He nodded, sitting up slightly to look for his mask that flew over to who knows where.

”I don’t remember your stomach being that ticklish, Mike.” Raph teased, snickering softly at his comment which Mikey only rolled his eyes to. “Whehell, my neck isn’t embarrassingly sehensitive. Especially the bahahack ohof ihihit. I don’t thihink yohou can relate, but I’m juhust putting thahat out there…”

…Remember how I said Raph loved his brother very dearly? Well…forget it. Stopping right now would not suffice. It would do anything but suffice.

The hot-head simply gave his little brother a look that would be known as the look of ‘You are getting your shell HANDED to you.’ Now Leonardo was the turtle who invented this scary yet effective gaze (because of course he did…)

And so naturally, the look got passed down to Raph. Then to Donnie. And even Splinter found a way how to.

The youngest on the other hand, never really had any reason to learn the look, as he had wonderful looks of his own. Obviously.

But now…he was kinda wishing he did, so that the look didn’t look so scary (see what I did there? I’m hilarious, I know)

“I-Ihi’m sohorry?” Mikey giggled out meekly, immediately going to grab Raph’s wrists again for, like, the hundredth time in the past hour.

Sometimes it’s best to keep your comments to yourself…even if you are spitting straight up facts…

“Oho you will be sorry.” The elder effortlessly grabbed his baby brother’s wrists, slowly bringing his head down towards the other’s stomach. Mikey kicked his knees into Raph’s shell, hoping to at least faze him, but all his attempts to stop his brother were in vain as the other took in a deep breath and lowered his head at an agonizingly slow pace to his plastron...

“W-WAHAIT! RAHAH— *squeal* PLEHEASE!!!” However, even if you’re a strong, cool and fast mutant like Mikey himself here, you would never be able to go up against the power of an older sibling in a tickle fight (a very one-sided tickle fight but a tickle fight nonetheless…)

Raph had to stop to chuckle at the wriggly mess that was his baby brother— the dude was wriggling and giggling like he planted some drug in him! And he hasn’t even done anything to him!

Yet, anyway…

“SHUHUT UP! STAHAP LAHAUGHING AHAT MEEHEE!” The youngest screeched as he felt his mind going on an anticipatory rollercoaster, thrashing in his big brother’s hold which he knew he was never getting out of. Well…acceptance is the first step to anything right?

“PLEHEASE! IHI’M— *squeak* SOHORRY!” Mikey cried, now frantically trying to get out of the hold. Screw acceptance. Mikey didn’t want to see heaven’s gates early. And besides, he has a slice of pizza in the fridge that he’s been dying to eat. So dying right here, right now, isn’t an option.

Raph hummed in amusement, “Oho yeheah? Where were all these apologizes when you made me lose in Twister?” Mikey giggled, “Ihit’s nahat MYHY fault YOHOU suhuck at gahames! Ehespecially board games. Ahahand video gahames…dohoo I have to go ohon?”

Raph was shocked as he was impressed. The pure nerve of this teen. Mikey definitely got that attitude from him…that’s for sure. “Okahay that’s it. No more mister nice turtle…”

“Sihince whEHEN were yOHOU NIHICE?”

Instead of making another sassy remark back, Raph tightened the grip of his hands on Mikey’s wrists slightly, lowering his head to his little brother’s stomach and taking a huge breath…

“RAHAPH— nohoHO— WAHAIT! RAHaph dUHUDE PLEHEASE!” Mikey rambled through his laughter, shaking his head back and forth with his eyes shut. Oh…this was gonna tickle so freaking bad. Maybe instead of provoking Raph he should of just tickled himself— because Michelangelo would not come out of the lounge area ALIVE after this.

With one last evil chuckle, the elder lowered his head to the center of Mikey’s plastron and…well, let’s just say all of New York City presumably heard the high-pitched shriek that ascended out of the youngest’s mouth.

Raph was mean. He was the definition of mean. He might as well be cast as the next Regina George if Mean Girls gets another reboot because this. was. mean.

Because not only was this smug dunderhead blowing raspberries on his stomach without barely taking any breath’s (kinda impressive honestly), but he also was using one hand to squeeze directly on Mikey’s knee.

Evil. Pure evil.

And you would think that it was pretty nice of Raph to let one of his hands go so he could at least attempt to escape, right? Well the youngest’s free hand was too busy happy stimming in order to do said task…so he’s kinda-sorta-maybe-possibly stuck

“I don’t remember you being this sensitive to raspberries when we were little…” The elder teen commented in between his breaths. Because…honestly. Did Donnie make Mikey one of his nerd concoctions to make the youngest embarrassingly ticklish or has he always been like this? Because there’s no way he should be giggling and wriggling this much.

“IHIT’S NAHAT MY FAHAULT!” And it wasn’t! It’s not Mikey’s fault he’s a literal walking talking tickle spot! Besides, you haven’t met walking talking tickle spot until you’ve met Leo.

“It tickles that bad, huh?” Raph laughed at the inhuman screeches coming from the teen below him. “SHUHUT— *squeak* SHUHUT UHUHAHAHA—!” The youngest cackled loudly, still kicking Raph at the back of his shell with his knees.

Now, was kicking Raph in the shell going to do him any favors in the long run? Most likely not. He’s still getting tickled to pieces and no matter how much he bucked, wriggled, writhed, or squirmed from side to side, Raph’s grip would remain the same until he felt like letting go. His hold was scaringingly better than his nunchucks— and that’s saying a LOT.

The smaller turtle just helplessly kicked behind him, just laying there and laughing his heart out. Raph took a glance at his younger brother and his snarky, evil smirk turned into a fond smile, he shook his head, laughing to himself.

“Y'know…Leo is just a couple steps away. I’m sure he’d loooove helping me turn you into a more giggly puddle than you already are…”

“NAHAH— *squeal* DAHA— DOHOHON’T—!”

“Or…what if I got Donnie? I bet he has some tools that would help me…”

“NOHOH—!”

“What about Dad? I’m positive he would just record the whole thing and coo you all day long about you’re adorable giggles—”

“RAHAPHIE!!!” Mikey screeched, kicking Raph in the shell extra hard this time which only made the elder huff out a laugh in amusement.

“OW! Okay okahay! No need to shout!” He chuckled, getting off of the other turtle and helping him up. Raph sat down on the couch, soon followed by Michelangelo who dramatically collapsed into his lap.

He giggled tiredly, sitting up and flopping on the other’s plastron. The elder laughed at the theatrical gesture, rubbing his shell comfortingly. “You okay, bud?”

“Nohoho. I’m lihihiterally dying.” Mikey giggled tiredly. Raph hummed in acknowledgment, resting his chin on Mikey’s left shoulder, causing the youngest to let out a subtle squeak.

The two made eye contact as Raph’s signature smirk spread across his face again.

“Huh. Which reminds me…” The elder turtle mused, wrapping Mikey in a hug with his one arm while the other was free. He shook his head, anticipatory giggles pouring out of his mouth more than ever before. “Raphie— Rahaphie nohoho don’t you dahare!”

Now, you’re probably wondering why Mikey is freaking out so much right now…let me explain.

As you know, Mikey has freckles. A lot of freckles. It was something he’s always been insecure about ever since he was a turtle tot. He used to absolutely loathe his freckles with a burning passion…and he tried to keep that fact a secret.

But sadly, when you live with 3 other brothers and you’re the youngest, there’s no such thing as secrecy.

The brothers had this whole talk about how his freckles made him, well, him. How it signified his uniqueness, adorableness, and blah blah blah sappy stuff. And that talk actually made Mikey love his freckles a lot…which he really needed.

Point being, his older brother’s created this game where they would count and poke how many freckles he had— because he had a whole LOT and they wanted to point out each adorable individual one; his freckles mainly being on his shoulders, face and neck.

But the thing was, the pokes to said spots tickled. A lot. Mikey was able to hide his reactions at first, but then a squeak went to a squeal, and a squeal went to a giggle…if you catch my drift.

And ever since then, it’s been a friendly competition on who could poke and count the most freckles on his face without him squirming out of reach (the highest score was 23 by the one and only Donatello).

“Hm. I forgot how many freckles you have…did you get any more? Seems like you got more…” Raph hummed again.

“NohOH I diHID NAHAT—”

“I think I should check just to make sure…” And with that, the poking and counting began…or as Mikey likes to call it: his complete and utter demise.

Speaking of which, Mikey might be competing with Leo for the Most Ticklish Turtle award because these pokes to his shoulders and face tickled like absolute SHELL. And Raph was barely touching him! Like…barely.

“1…2…3…4–! Mike! Stop moving! You made me lose count!” The older tried to sternly say, but it was really hard due to how much his little brother was laughing his shell off at the slightest of touches to the face and shoulders.

“PLEHEHEASE! RAHA— *squeak*! IHI’M GOHONNA DIHIE!!!”

“You’ve said that, like, 3 times. And you’re still here, aren’t you?” Raph mused, continuing to poke and prod.

“And a seven, and an eight, and a nine— wait. What comes after nine…?” He fake pondered, poking on the exact same freckle on Mikey’s shoulder to keep him a squeaky giggly blob.

“Seriously…I can’t think of the number. What comes after nine?” The hot-head asked again, going after Mikey’s neck now— causing the younger to scrunch his shoulders almost immediately. Though, that maybe wasn’t the best idea because Raph’s fingers were now stuck.

“I honestly think you’re the one with an embarrassingly ticklish neck, little bro.” The elder turtle stated smugly, wriggling his fingers in the crook of Mikey’s neck as the younger laughed even louder (if that’s possible).

Mikey flapped both of his hands, happy tears threatening to fall from his eyes, “RAHAHAPH!!!” He shrieked, his legs kicking the couch as well as the floor.

“Okay! Alright! Okay! No need to shout out me! Heard you loud and clear, giggles.” He drawed his hand away from Mikey’s face and shoulders, resting them on the other’s shell, rubbing it soothingly. The smaller turtle rested the back of his head on Raph’s shoulder, catching his breath slowly but surely.

“Are you done torturing me now?” He giggled tiredly, becoming relaxed and comfy in Raph’s arms due to the shell rubs.

“For now, yeah.” The older winked which only caused the youngest to roll his eyes at. Raph could be such a dork sometimes, but he loves him nonetheless…sometimes anyway.

“Thanks. For, uh…y'know…doing that…” The orange banded turtle mumbled after he calmed down fully, getting his mask that flew up on the couch earlier. “Yeah. No problem.” Raph shrugged nonchalantly, sitting back on the couch before creasing his eyebrows together, looking at Mikey in confusion.

“Wait. Didn’t you tell Leo like a week ago that it was 100% okay to ask for tickles? Why aren’t you taking your own advice?” He asked.

“Wha— you heard that?”

“The sewer walls aren’t that thick, Mike.” The elder explained, rolling his eyes fondly at the new silence he was being wonderfully graced with.

“Freaking hypocrite…” The green-eyed teen sighed, shaking his head and wrapping Mikey in a hug, squeezing him gently. “Again, you didn’t need to come up with an excuse for me to tickle you. You can just ask me.” He smiled softly, making Mikey return the smile tenfold.

“Yeah…I know. But playing Twister made it more fun didn’t it?”

“Pff…yeah. Yeah, I guess it did.”

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#Lee!Mikey #Ler!Raph #TMNT 2012 tickle #TMNT 2012 tickle fic #DUDE I LOVE THESE TWO SM #THEY ARE LIKE THE SPRINKLES TO MY ICE CREAM #THE WHIPPED CREAM ON MY PUMPKIN PIE #THE PIZZA TO MY FRENCH FRIES #YKNOW WHAT I MEAN⁉️⁉️⁉️#LIKE THIS DUO IS JUST PURE SEROTONIN #Writing them was lowkey not that bad #It’s just the tickling parts that took a while 💀#But we’re gonna ignore the fact that this was supposed to be posted in October ☺️💗#As you can tell by the title…#I’m also trying to be aesthetic like the cool kids now with the fonts 😎😜😜#Writing Raph was so freakingembarrassingohymgosh #I feel like I made him out of character #So glad this is posted tho #I needed this OUT of my Google doc’s page #Also I’m sobbing—#The HEIGHT difference in the photo ☹️😖😖😖💕💕💕💕#Freaking love them man…#Lee!Raph #Ler!Mikey #Switch!Raph #Switch!Mikey #Also don’t mind me referencing my old TMNT 2012 fic 🤭🤭🤭#Sfw Tickle community #Ik a lot of people think Raph is “mean” to Mikey and blah blah blah #But if Raph comes off as mean here I just wanted to state that I’m not trying to do so

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dentiststoothfairy · 8 months

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I saw the secretive S/O request and I was wondering, if i could ask the same with Mike and Naib? Very big fan of those two and dark stuff 😳👏

[ 🎀🦷 𝙾𝙷! 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙽𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚈 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚔𝚞𝚜 /𝚛𝚎𝚏 , 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗! 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚞𝚜, 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 :𝟹]

🎊 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 🎊 & 🟢 𝐍𝐚𝐢𝐛 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫 🟢

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐒/𝐎

🎊 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 🎊

Unlike.. Literally everything else, Mike is a pretty good judge of character. He can decipher between a fake smile and a real smile with absolute ease, and the way your smile stretched whenever the talk of childhood came up spoke for you to him.

Mike isn't a big fan of secrets, he finds them suspicious. So he wasn't too impressed with you when he asks you about it and you brush it off. In fact, it'd get on his nerves a bit.

He'd badger you about it for a fair bit. Not meaning to pressure you, but he's just worried and wants to make sure you're okay. He doesn't like hiding stuff. Do you not trust him? Did you do something bad in your childhood? Did someone do something bad to you?

You still insist. But. He had snaked it out. Someone had hurt you, assumingly. The way you hesistated, the way your fist clenched slightly, the way you swallowed from your dry mouth. The best way to tell if material works on an audience is to sum up their body move, he's pretty good at analysis and because of that, he's able to decipher you quick. He's much, much smarter than people give him credit for.

He tries not to bring it up again. It's gotta be tough... But it still is like an itch that he just can't scratch. He knows enough to know what happened.. To an extent, but you won't tell anyone. You won't let anyone comfort you. You hold it all in, that hurts him. But, all he can do is wait till you snap.

And you do. You just need to pour it out where everyone can see. You just need to melt. You just need to cry. And he is there in a heartbeat.

Finally you're letting him in. Finally you're letting him see. Finally you're being honest with yourself.

He will wait as long as he needs to until your and his face is dry. He doesn't give up easily, and he won't give up on you.

🟢 𝐍𝐚𝐢𝐛 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫 🟢

Now, this guy is a mercenary and ex soldier. His whole thing is built around deception. He gets the feeling you're hiding something, but unlike Mike.. He doesn't question you about it.

Sometimes, secrets are best left untouched. He knows that well, very well actually. If you got a secret, it's not his place to barge in and be like "what's the tea" no he won't do that.

When you're alone. He definitely tells you that he knows something is up, that he won't pressure you to tell him but... If you need it ever, he's got a decent ear.

Laugh and brush it off all you want. He's serious. He'll just reiterate what he said with the most dead panned face.

He knows it takes a very strong person to keep it all inside. Some people struggle with that. Others? Not so much. Luckily, he's the latter. He would rather keep it all in then let anything slip out.

You on the other hand? Former. It only takes so long before you crack. Hiding it only made it worse, so you hid yourself instead.

Thankfully, a mercenary is good at tracking people.

Oh god okay. So, he's... He's really not good at the whole... 'Emotionally open and vulnerable' thing. So he's.. A little stiff.. And a little awkward but... He doesn't really need to say anything. Holding you in his arms, muttering that he won't let anyone hurt you again.

For a moment, you feel safe again.

#identity v #idv #x reader #x y/n #anon #anon ask #naib subedar x reader #naib x reader #idv naib #naib subedar #identity v naib #mike idv #mike morton #mike identity v

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hercssy · 1 year

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꒰ ৎ୭ ꒱ . . BELOW ! ‹𝟹

you will find everything you will need to know about roleplaying with me! such as my writing style, my fandoms, main love interests, portrayals, my ocs and blacklisted characters!

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. . my roleplay style is always roleplaying in third person, i’m heavily detailed as i love to bring a story to life ( which means i also use gifs for this too *wink* ). i only roleplay on discord, as i prefer to make servers and sections to talk ooc, post oc/character shit and have fun while roleplaying! i love to use a lot of media to bring a roleplay + the characters involved come to life. i only roleplay on discord so please add me there and we can discuss plotting, etc. be sure to also read my rules before interacting with me!

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. . my muse for fandoms comes and goes, i think everyone does that anyways — but i’m only just a pm away from asking what my major muses are!

the walking dead

game of thrones

house of the dragon

marvel cinematic universe ( includes xmen )

trueblood

magic mike

jojo’s bizarre adventure

star wars

avatar

stranger things

harry potter

fantastic beasts and where to find them

buffy the vampire slayer

celebrity

god of war

devil may cry

red dead redemption

baldur’s gate 3

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. . these are my portrayals for each fandom i’m in. those that i will be most confident writing for will be marked blue, the least confident ones will be marked pink. neutral ones will remain black.

┈─𖨂 THE WALKING DEAD :

maggie greene, daryl dixon, carol peletier, carl grimes,dwight, rick grimes, michonne, abraham, glenn rhee, rosita espinosa, gabriel, eugene, princess.

┈─𖨂 GAME OF THRONES :

jon snow, robb stark, tywin lannister, tyrion lannister, cersei lannister, jaime lannister, ned stark, sansa stark, arya stark, daenerys targaryen, khal drogo, the hound, jorah mormont, brienne of tarth, tormund giantsbane, daario naharis, greyworm, oberyn martell, podrick payne, yara greyjoy, theon greyjoy, brandon stark.

┈─𖨂 HOUSE OF THE DRAGON :

rhaenyra targaryen, ser harwin strong, viserys targaryen, jacaerys velaryon, alicent hightower.

┈─𖨂 MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE :

marc spector, steve rogers, bucky barnes, stephen strange, wade wilson, thor odinson, loki laufeyson, quentin beck, t.h peter parker, a.g peter parker, tony stark, natasha romanoff, kate bishop, wanda maximoff, pietro maximoff, scott lang, t’challa udaku, erik killmonger, druig, thena, sersi, dane whitman, blade, johnny blaze, arthur harrow.

┈─𖨂 TRUEBLOOD :

bill compton, eric northman, sam merlotte, jason stackhouse, sookie stackhouse, tara thornton, jessica hamby, alcide herveaux, hoyt fortenberry, pamela, terry bellefleur.

┈─𖨂 MAGIC MIKE :

magic mike, big dick richie, ken, dallas, adam, tito, tarzan.

┈─𖨂 JOJO’S BIZARRE ADVENTURE :

dio brando, joseph joestar, jotaro kujo, josuke higashikata, rohan kishibe, noriaki kakyoin, kars, eisidsi, wamuu, jolyne kujo.

┈─𖨂 STAR WARS :

anakin skywalker, obi wan kenobi, qui gon jinn, padme amidala, han solo, ashoka tano, luke skywalker, princess leia skywalker, kylo ren, darth maul, rey skywalker, cassian andor, poe dameron, finn, jyn erso, lando calrissian.

┈─𖨂 AVATAR :

neytiri, miles quaritch, spider, neteyam sully, lo’ak sully, kiri augustine, grace augustine, trudy, norman spellman.

┈─𖨂 STRANGER THINGS :

eddie munson, steve harrington, robin buckley, nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, eleven, max mayfield, will byers, mike wheeler, dustin henderson, jim hopper, dimitri antonov, joyce byers, vecna.

┈─𖨂 HARRY POTTER :

harry potter, draco malfoy, remus lupin, hermione granger, bill weasley, sirius black, ginny weasley, luna lovegood, george weasley, fred weasley, ron weasley…+ more if asked.

┈─𖨂 FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM :

gellert grindlewald, albus dumbledore, queenie goldstein, credence barebone, jacob kowalski, theseus scamander.

┈─𖨂 BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER :

buffy summers, dawn summers, spike, willow rosenberg, xander harris, cordelia chase, oz, faith, tara maclay, riley finn, giles.

┈─𖨂 CELEBRITY :

this will depend, so just ask !

┈─𖨂 GOD OF WAR :

freya, loki/artreus, tyr, thor, freyr.

┈─𖨂 DEVIL MAY CRY :

dante sparda, nero, vergil sparda, v.

┈─𖨂 RED DEAD REDEMPTION :

dutch van der linde, john marston, jack marston, saddie adler, bill williamson, micah bell.

┈─𖨂 BALDUR’S GATE 3 :

astarion ancunín, gortash, orin, mizora, gale dekarios, karlach, shadowheart, lae’zel, wyll ravengard, halsin, dame aylin, isabel thorm, dammon, jaheira, minthara, ketheric thorm.

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. . these are characters i have blacklisted from portrayals, this means i will refuse to roleplay/write them as love interests. don’t take it to heart though, i just have my reasons :’) more will be added along the way.

┈─𖨂 THE WALKING DEAD :

negan smith, the governor.

┈─𖨂 GAME OF THRONES :

viserys ii targaryen, the night king.

┈─𖨂 HOUSE OF THE DRAGON :

daemon targaryen.

┈─𖨂 MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE :

red skull, thanos.

┈─𖨂 TRUEBLOOD :

sarah newlin, steve newlin, macklyn warlow.

┈─𖨂 MAGIC MIKE :

none tba.

┈─𖨂 JOJO’S BIZARRE ADVENTURE :

none tba.

┈─𖨂 STAR WARS :

none tba.

┈─𖨂 AVATAR :

tuktirey sully.

┈─𖨂 STRANGER THINGS :

billy hargrove.

┈─𖨂 HARRY POTTER :

lord voldemort.

┈─𖨂 FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM :

none tba.

┈─𖨂 BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER :

darla.

┈─𖨂 CELEBRITY :

depends, just ask !

┈─𖨂 GOD OF WAR :

none tba.

┈─𖨂 DEVIL MAY CRY :

none tba.

┈─𖨂 RED DEAD REDEMPTION :

none tba.

┈─𖨂 BALDUR’S GATE 3 :

cazador, mystra.

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. . this section is for you to know my go-to love interest and my ocs for them!

┈─𖨂 THE WALKING DEAD :

pamela lennox x negan smith.

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rebecca king x daryl dixon.

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“with you, it’s different.” (mb)

┈─𖨂 GAME OF THRONES :

rebekah skywalker x jon snow.

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“you’re a little tragedy, aren’t you?” (mb)

dawn the wolf-snake x robb stark.

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azura menodora x jaime lannister.

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rhiannon baratheon x the hound.

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“let’s live like flowers” (mb)

┈─𖨂 HOUSE OF THE DRAGON :

jae skywalker x aemond targaryen.

┈─𖨂 MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE :

xena blanc x dane whitman.

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beatrix takahashi x ikaris.

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“effort over words” (mb)

alexis drakos x clint barton.

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katya romanoff x steve rogers.

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vergil volkov x natasha romanoff.

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florance hawley x bucky barnes

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“some mistakes take us to the right place.” (mb)

┈─𖨂 TRUEBLOOD :

freya falkenberg x bill compton.

willow magnolia x sam merlotte.

abigail rivers x alcide herveaux.

┈─𖨂 MAGIC MIKE :

mara larsen x magic mike.

tanya cruz x dallas.

sophie henderson x big dick richie.

┈─𖨂 JOJO’S BIZARRE ADVENTURE :

keres masako x jotaro kujo.

liliana romanova x kars.

┈─𖨂 STAR WARS :

neytiri te khan x anakin skywalker.

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“we lived a life of ‘almost’” (mb)

“she lives the poetry she cannot write.” (mb)

ciri creed x han solo.

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“meant to happen but not to last.” (mb)

nebula zraa x luke skywalker.

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“souls don’t meet by accident.” (mb)

┈─𖨂 AVATAR :

akila te sekra’at petani’ite x jake sully.

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“the trees told me about you.” (mb)

┈─𖨂 STRANGER THINGS :

dahlia moone x jim hopper.

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“have you ever met someone that is sunshine in human form?” (mb)

veronika antonov x dimitri antonov.

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“all i see is you.” (mb)

reagan cunningham x eddie munson.

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┈─𖨂 FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM :

jupiter ‘juno’ seagrave x newt scammander.

┈─𖨂 BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER :

unnamed oc x angel.

┈─𖨂 CELEBRITY :

depends, just ask !

┈─𖨂 DEVIL MAY CRY :

sersi endo x nero.

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unnamed oc x dante sparda.

unnamed oc x vergil sparda.

┈─𖨂 RED DEAD REDEMPTION :

chenoa abraham x arthur morgan.

┈─𖨂 BALDUR’S GATE 3 :

rhaenyra targaryen x astarion ancunín.

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“fight for your fairytale.” (mb)

adenora rose x gale dekarios.

ninat ani’kiirr x karlach.

┈─𖨂 GREY’S ANTANTOMY :

silvana rossi x derek shepherd

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“his eyes were blue.” (mb)

┈─𖨂 SCREAM/HORROR :

kenna lloyd x billy loomis

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“plot twist: he likes you” (mb)

˚ 　 ♡ 🌱 ⁺ 　 ⟡

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lettherebemonsters · 1 year

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♫

↪ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙳 “ ♫ ” 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 𝟹 - 𝟻 𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚂 ,

(Gonna go with Mike and Tommy for this! It definitely turned out a lot darker and angsty than the others, given how it’s Michael learning to cope with what happened to him...)

1. Devil’s Resting Place by Laura Marling

2. 10 Seconds from Panic by Cult to Follow

3. Murder Melody by Cult to Follow

4. Leave it All Behind by Cult to Follow

5. Devil’s Playground by The Rigs

#inxspacetime #christened on a Tuesday! (Memes)

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luvrcami · 2 years

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˗ˏˋPRETTY GIRL´ˎ˗

︰୨୧・꒱ ──── IN WHICH: two teenagers get paired up at an unusual pizzeria and they grow a connection.

‹𝟹 % CW: no smut (sorry), making out

˚ · . michael afton x fem!reader

Y/n sighed as she rubbed her eyes in exhaustion, walking into the pizza place with the pathetic name ‘circus baby’s pizza world’. She rolled her eyes, remembering why she’s even here.

Y/n was walking past the midnight streets, gripping the backpack behind her as she took notice of a paper screwed onto a wooden pole. ‘looking for employees at baby’s pizza world! call 17563183 for more info!’ The girl read out loud.

She thought about it for a second, i mean what could happen? It’s not like it’s haunted or anything, right? And plus, she needed the money and needed to do something fun for once. Even though this was probably more boring than staying at home.

She hummed while stepping into the security room, not expecting a- fairly handsome teenage boy sitting there with his legs apart. Her e/c eyes widened at the attractive dark haired boy.

Trying to distract herself she looked around the room. Hm, looks like this room is old and musty. “Uh hey?” She said awkwardly, startling the blue eyed causing him to jump.

His eyes met yours while he examined your body frame up and down, the sides of his lips curving into a smirk. She stared at him with a hand placed on her hip sassily. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer” She told him, taking a seat on the black chair.

The unknown teen rolled his eyes at the random pretty girl. “Haha, very funny. What are you doing here?” He asked the weirdly suspicious girl besides him. She grabbed one of the pens on the desk and shrugged.

“I saw a sign on the street and so i got hired to work here” She explained, fiddling with the pen that had a weird pink fox on the top of it. He hummed at her response, nodding.

“Well, what’s your name weirdo?” The h/c girl asked with a teasing smile. God, her voice was so addicting, almost like a drug. “Uhm it’s Michael. You can call me Mike though” He replied to the stranger that had some effect on him, making him feel nervous.

“Cute. I’m Y/n, but you can call me N/n” You said back, almost as if you were mocking his sentence. Michael smiled at the pretty girl. Y/n, huh? Such a lovely name. It suited the heavenly girl.

“Sooo, do we just like watch these cameras all day? I thought i was going to be serving pizza to little children” Y/n questioned, boredom dripping in her tone of voice. Michael chuckled at your remark and answered your question.

“Pretty much, i guess. These animatronics are weird, okay? Gotta look out for them” The pale boy simultaneously said. Y/n raised an eyebrow at his words. “Animatronics?” She asked. Nobody told her there were animatronics!

“Uh yeah, you didn’t know? Who accepted you into this job?” He asked, slightly confused. “This weird ass man, he looked like a psycho” She joked around but it was true, he was a psychopath.

Michael hummed at her answer as if he knew she would reply with that answer and then hours passed, feeling like years. The two teens got to know each other and they became friends or maybe a little bit more.

Michaels hand was now placed on Y/n’s thigh. She didn’t mind though. How could she mind? He was so attractive. Their laughters filling the empty air of the pizzeria.

“Did that actually happen?” Michael laughed at the girl. “Uh yes! Why would i lie! And what about you, Mike? You got family?” She asked but immediately regretted asking when his face changed.

“I-I dont really like talking about my family” He admitted, his accent low. “That’s okay. Sorry for asking” You said as you looked down at the grey floor. “You’re funny, y’know. Funny and cute” He complimented.

Her face warmed up, he chuckled at her rose red face and noticed his hand on her thigh. He went to move it, fearing it made her uncomfortable but got stopped by her hand.

She slowly put it back on her. “I don’t mind” Said the e/c girl. He looked up to meet her glance and let out a shaky sigh as he stared at her pink tinted lips. They admired each others presence at the moment, taking in the others beauty.

But then he leaned in, gently pressing his lips against hers. She hummed in content at the feeling. The sound made Michael grab the side of her thigh, pulling her into a deeper kiss. She tangled her hands in his dark locks causing him to whimper a bit.

Although they didn’t want to, they pulled away for air. A string of saliva connected from their mouths. They stared at their faces and bursted out into laughter.

“Gosh, that was the best make out section i’ve ever had”

#michael afton x reader #michael afton #michael afton fluff #fnaf x reader #fnaf #the afton family #the aftons

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hawkinspostbite · 4 years

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐞

Words: 3,071

MASTERLIST 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

A/N: I do not claim to, nor do I own Stranger Things; the concept, characters, plot, etc.

[ᴊᴜʟʏ 𝟹, 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟻]

Max rushed Kate into El’s bedroom, slamming the door. She went to the bathroom, bringing back a wet washcloth and helping them to clean their noses.

Eventually Kate stopped physically shaking, but inside she was more worked up than ever before. “You good?” Max asked.

Max locked eyes with Kate, who was still sitting silently on El’s bed.

It was a waiting game for her to crack.

She inhaled shakily, blinking back tears. “Max, I saw him, I saw what happened to him that night! We were supposed to hang out, I got us pizza, I waited up until midnight, and when he never showed up - I didn’t call or go looking for him. But I should have.”

Kate was a blubbering mess. “It’s my fault, it’s me. It should’ve been me.”

“No.” Max said loudly, quickly leaning over to hug Kate. She was still shaking.

“Stop, stop it! You can’t say that.”

“It should have been me. Not him. Not him, he doesn’t know any better. He doesn’t know anything about this shit!” She paused. “I should’ve warned him.”

“You couldn’t have- Kate, calm down.” Max pulled away, holding Kate’s hands. “You couldn’t have told Billy, he wouldn’t have believed you.”

Kate sighed.

“And none of us can prepare for when this shit happens. Clearly - We’re taken off-guard every single time.” Max dropped Kate’s hands, looking away.

“And don’t say that it should’ve been you! Because it’s bad enough that this happened to Billy, but if this was happening to you I don’t think I’d know what to do with myself.”

“Max-“

Max began to tear up, standing to pace around El’s room. “No! I love you, Kate! You’re the best friend I’ve ever had, you’re like my sister.

“You were nice to me from the moment I met you, and you’re always there for me. I don’t think I’d be the way I am today, without you being here to guide me. So don’t say you wish it was you, because I don’t.”

She stopped pacing, sitting back down next to Kate and angrily wiping her eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Kate sighed, pulling Max into her.

The two sat quietly for a few minutes, relishing in the comfort of each other. “I’m sorry I acted like a jerk out there.” Max sniffled.

“No, Max, you have every right to be upset. We shouldn’t have lied to you.” Kate replied.

“I understand why you kept it a secret.” Max sat up, pulling away from Kate’s embrace. “Mike acted like a total dick.”

Kate laughed. “Yeah, he has that way about him.”

“And you don’t have to be sorry.”

“Max.” Kate tilted her head. “It’s bad enough that I didn’t tell you I had a boyfriend, you know, as your best friend, but it’s even worse that my boyfriend is Billy. I wanted to tell you, like so many times, but he just wouldn’t let me.”

“Billy has commitment issues.” Max wiped under her eyes again.

“Yeah, you’re telling me.” Kate laughed. “He’s a good guy, Max. You know that, right? He can be a good guy - I don’t just put up with anybody’s shit.”

“So you must really like him then.” Max smiled back.

“I guess so.” Kate shrugged.

The two shared another few moments of silence. “Ready to go back out there?” She stood up.

“I think I’m supposed to be asking you that.” Max hugged Kate one more time, before the pair joined their friends again.

“Tell us what Billy said again?” Mike asked.

“He said he was building something.” El said quietly. “That is was all for me.”

“Building something?” Max questioned. “Is he talking about the flayed?”

“He must be.” Nancy sighed.

“So he’s building an army, just like we thought.” Lucas paced behind the couch where El, Max, and Kate sat together.

“Yeah, but he’s not building this army to spread-“ Mike began.

“He’s building it to stop Eleven.” Will finished.

“Last year, El closed the gate on him. I have a feeling that really pissed him off.”

“Like, royally.” Lucas agreed.

“And the Mind Flayer now knows that she’s the only thing that can stop him. But if she’s out of the way-“

“Game over.”

“He also said he was gonna kill all of you.” El said nervously.

“Yeah, well, that’s nice.” Max muttered.

In the brief moment of silence, a large thump was heard in the woods.

Kate and Nancy locked eyes, and Nancy pushed herself off of the wall, walking towards the front window. “Do you guys hear that?” Nancy whispered.

The thumping was accompanied by screeching, and Jonathan tried to brush it off. “It’s just the fireworks.”

Nancy breathed in, turning to face the group again. “Billy, when he told you this, it was here, in this room?”

El and Kate nodded.

The thumping grew closer.

“He knows we’re here.” Will said, pressing his hand to the back of his neck.

Jonathan, Nancy, Mike, Will, Lucas, and Max ran outside, El and Kate stayed inside, expecting the worst.

Kate reached over, grabbing El’s hand. “Whatever happens, you have to stay strong.” El squeezed back.

“And if something happens,” She paused, not believing what she was saying. “If something happens to me, out there, or in the void, leave me. You save yourself El. You save yourself.”

El nodded, tears in her eyes, as the rest of the group came back inside.

“He’s coming.” Mike announced, and everyone sprang into action.

Nancy and Jonathan went outside scouting for weapons, El, Mike, Lucas, and Max barricaded the windows, and Will and Kate secured all other possible entrances.

Nancy tossed Kate, Steve’s bat, which she had grabbed from the garage when she and El were at home earlier, along with her crow bar.

Jonathan held an axe, Nancy had a rifle, and Lucas held the crow bar.

“Hey, get away from the windows!” Nancy shouted, and they all huddled in the center of the room.

The woods around them grew quiet, the thumping and screeching grinding to a halt. All that could be heard was the sound of everyone’s labored breath.

The light above the folding table flickered, the dishes on the dish rack clattered, then all the lights began to flash.

“It’s close.” Will said.

The trees rustled around the cabin. Kate could feel it’s presence, making her body grow cold. Bumps rose on her skin again, and the feeling to throw up returned.

It was right on top of them.

The wall rattled, causing a mug to crash to the floor.

Then everything was still.

“Where’d it go?” Max whispered.

A tentacle, many times larger than it had been just a few days before shot through a barricaded window, just narrowly missing Nancy and Jonathan, who scattered to different sides of the room.

It confronted El, who stood, protecting the other kids against the opposite wall.

Jonathan sliced at the tentacle with his axe, causing an ear-splitting scream to come from it. He hit it twice more before the tentacle thrashed around, sending Jonathan flying into the wall, then to the floor.

His axe was out of reach, and the tentacle now flailed in front of him.

Nancy sent three shots into the arm, before the gun jammed, leaving her vulnerable in the middle of the room. It lunged towards her, inches in front of her face, before it stopped, wailing in pain.

With the flick of her hand, El ripped the head off of the arm, sending it curling back out of the room, barely missing Max on the way out.

“Holy shit.” Max gasped, watching in horror.

Just beside them, another arm burst through a window, and then another across the room.

In a flash, El had both hands up, halting the movement of the tentacles.

Kate feel El’s energy draining, second-hand. Yelling, she broke the heads off of the second and third arms.

From the roof, another tentacle shot in, grabbing El by the ankle.

Kate dropped the bat, running to grab El’s arms.

“Hold on! I’ve got you!” She gripped her skin with all the strength she had, El crying out as she dug her nails into Kate’s skin.

Mike grabbed on, doing his best to help Kate hold on.

Jonathan, Max, and Will also grabbed, pulling backwards to try and bring Eleven back down from the air.

“Nancy, shoot it!” Jonathan cried out. Behind them Nancy frantically tried to reload her gun.

El screamed, and Nancy shot the Mind Flayer in the face, causing it to roar in anger. She shot three more times.

“Come on, Lucas!” Max yelled in frustration.

Lucas dropped the crow bar, and picked up Jonathan’s axe, jumping onto wooden coffee table. With a shout, he chopped at the tentacle attached to El, and continued to do so until it finally detached.

The six of them fell to the ground, El collapsed in Mike’s arms.

The Mind Flayer drew back it’s head, squealing in pain. “El! El, are you okay?” Mike yelled.

On her calf, the head of the tentacle was still attached, wriggling around.

Using both hands, Mike yanked the head off of her, an agonizing scream tearing through the room.

Kate felt a faint burn on her calf, inheriting the same pain El had.

The head chittered, scampering across the floor, up the wall, and out the window, no doubt to reattach itself to it’s master.

Above them, the creature snarled, and El pushed herself off of the ground, panting.

She lifted both hands up, screaming with all her might, and she tore the head of the beast in two and fell back into Max’s arms.

“Go, go, go!” Nancy shouted, ushering them outside to their cars.

Max and Mike all but dragged El into Nancy’s car. Lucas helped Kate grab the weapons: the axe, crow bar, and infamous bat, before he jumped into the car, along with Will.

Screams and wails came from all around them, above the house the Mind Flayer stumbled about.

Nancy peeled out of the stone driveway and down the road, Kate following close behind.

[ᴊᴜʟʏ 𝟺, 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟻]

The group drove to Bradley’s Big Buy, next to the Hideaway, where she and Billy had met up many times before.

Nancy threw a rock through the window, and the eight of them climbed inside, taking refuge in the medicine aisle.

Nancy had grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a box of band-aids.

“Okay, get her down.” She said. El sat down on the floor, Mike next to her.

Nancy bent down. “Okay, let me see.” She pulled the leg of El’s pant up, causing her to groan in pain.

The wounds were dark and deep, oozing blood. “Oh shit.” Max breathed.

El wriggled uncomfortably.

Nancy went to rip open a gauze pad. “What, what- hey, what are you doing?” Max held her hand up to stop Nancy.

“I’m cleaning the wound.” Nancy shrugged.

“No, first we need to stop the bleeding, then clean, then disinfect, then bandage.” Max ordered.

Kate knew that the reason Max knew the proper steps to caring for a wound was because when she wasn’t around, Max was the one to help Billy after his fights with Neil.

“I skateboard, trust me.” Max took the pad from Nancy’s hand, placing it on the floor. “Mike, hold this.” She placed the square over the wound, guiding Mike’s hand to apply pressure to the gouge.

“Keep the pressure on it, nice and firm, okay?” Mike nodded.

“We’re going to need soap and water.” Kate said.

“Okay.” Nancy and Jonathan turned to go and search the store.

Behind them, Lucas emptied his backpack onto the ground. “Does any of this help?” He asked.

Max rolled her eyes. “No. Go get me a washcloth and a bowl.”

“A bowl?”

“Lucas!” She scolded. Will hit him on the shoulder and the two boys turned to search too.

“I’ll go get some antibiotic cream.” Kate said, earning a nod of approval from Max.

Upon returning to the aisle, Mike announced that he had made contact with Dustin, and while it was brief, he still couldn’t understand a word he said.

Max cleaned El’s wound and everyone moved to the freezer aisle, sitting Eleven down in front of the section of Eggos, the door open.

Kate sat beside her. In the void they located Dustin. He was with Robin, Steve - Much to Kate’s dismay, and Lucas’s little sister, Erica.

They were at the mall, hiding in the back room of Scoops Ahoy.

Mike and Lucas’s arguing brought them out of their trance. “Hey!” El scolded.

“Sorry.” Mike said.

“Sorry.” Lucas repeated.

“Did you find him?” Mike asked.

“Yes.” Kate explained how Dustin was at the movies, then they moved to Scoops.

The group decided it was time to move out, to the mall, to meet with the others.

“The movies. Dustin’s so freaked out about the gate, he decides to go watch a movie?” Lucas said, annoyed. “Yeah, makes total sense.”

“You’re positive he said “gate” and not “great”?” Max asked.

“Yeah, like “This movie I’m watching is great.”." Will shrugged.

“Sounded like “gate”.” El answered.

Lucas pushed a cart full of fireworks, and Jonathan carried a box. “Which would explain how the Mind Flayer is still alive.” Mike said.

“Yeah, we just have to shut it again.” Nancy added.

“Then the monster dies.” Will said.

Mike’s words from November echoed in her mind. “If the brain dies, the body dies.”

“But if not, we always have Lucas’s fireworks.” Max helped him load the explosives into Nancy’s car.

“Keep mocking my plan Max. Keep mocking it. I wanna hear you say it again. Because you keep doubting me.” Lucas whined. “You keep doubting me.”

“Because it’s stupid!” Max replied. “Ridiculous.”

“Will! We’re gonna prove them wrong, right?”

Will shook his head. “Do not bring me into this.”

Nancy and Kate made them stop their bickering, and they split up into the two cars again. Max and Lucas rode with Kate and the others went with Nancy.

At the mall, Kate and Nancy parked haphazardly beside the front entrance, quickly making their way inside.

They quietly ascended to the second floor, as to not alert anyone of their arrival. From above they couldn’t see Steve, Robin, Dustin, or Erica, just four men wearing black, patrolling the area.

They got into a formation, stalking towards the counter of the Great Cookie stand.

Beside Kate, El tilted her head, causing the raffle car on the mall floor to go off, the lights flashing and alarms blaring.

The four men’s attention turned to the car, confused. They looked up, locking eyes with the grinning children above them, and El raised her hand, sending the car flying into the men, knocking them over like bowling pins.

The car tumbled, crashing into the cookie stand.

From behind the counter rose Steve, Dustin, Robin, and Erica, stunned. They surveyed the room before looking upwards, seeing their friends standing above them.

The groups ran to meet each other.

Dustin hugged El and Mike. “You flung that thing like a Hot Wheel!” Dustin laughed.

“Lucas?” Erica whined.

“What are you doing here?” Lucas said, confused.

“Ask them, it’s their fault!” She pointed towards Robin and Steve.

“True, yeah. Totally true. It’s absolutely our fault.” Steve nodded.

Kate breathed a sigh of relief, walking up to him, grabbing her brother in a hug, he wrapped his arms around her, the two standing still.

Steve looked like he had the shit kicked out of him, yet again.

“I don’t understand what happened to that car.” Robin exclaimed.

“El has superpowers.” Dustin said, matter-of-factly.

“I’m sorry?”

“Superpowers. She threw it with her mind.” Steve said. “C’mon, catch up.”

Steve released his sister from his grip, standing with his arm around her shoulder.

“That’s El?” Erika pointed to her.

“Who’s El?” Robin asked.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Nancy asked Robin.

“I’m Robin, I work with Steve.”

“She goes to our school Nancy.” Kate rolled her eyes.

“She cracked the top secret code.” Dustin said.

“Yeah, which is how we found out about the Russians in the first place.” Steve added.

“Russians? What Russians?” Jonathan asked.

“The Russians!” Steve motioned to the men behind them.

“Those were Russians?” Max asked.

“Some of them.” Erica replied.

“What are you talking about?” Lucas was still confused as to why his sister was there.

“Didn’t you hear our Code Red?” Dustin asked.

“Yeah.” Mike said. “But I couldn’t understand half of what you were saying.”

“Goddamn low battery.” Dustin rolled his eyes.

“How many times to I have to tell you with the low battery?” Steve whined. Kate nodded, Steve did constantly remind Dustin about his low battery.

“Okay, well everything worked out, didn’t it Steve?”

“Worked out? We almost died.” Erica shrilled.

“Yeah, but we didn’t, did we?” Dustin, always the optimist.

“It was pretty damn close.” Steve sighed.

“Okay, Russians?” Lucas asked. “As in, they’re working for the Russian government?”

“What is it you’re not comprehending? Am I not speaking English?” Dustin groaned. “We have a full-blown Red Dawn situation.”

“So this has nothing to do with the gate?” Max asked.

“It has everything to do with the gate.”

Steve and Dustin began to explain how they fit into the story. Cracking the top secret Russian code, getting stuck in the elevator, infiltrating and then escaping the Russian lab, and most importantly, seeing the gate.

Behind the group, El collapsed to the ground.

Breaking away from Steve, Kate, and Mike rushed to her side. “El, El, El!”

“Ah!” Kate groaned, bending down to clutch her calf. The burning sensation from before, increasing significantly.

“What’s wrong with her?” Erica asked.

“What’s wrong?” Mike asked, leaning into El.

“My leg, my leg.” El writhed in pain.

“Her leg. Her leg, okay.” Jonathan unraveled the bandages that Max had wrapped neatly around the wound, revealing it to be purple and discolored, yellow pus oozing from the dying flesh.

They all groaned and gasped in disgust.

Inside the wound, a small screech was heard, and something began to wriggle beneath El’s skin.

She began to wail, groaning in agony. “El! El!” Mike gripped her shoulders, becoming frantic. “El! El, are you okay?”

She cried out.

Kate pressed her hand to El’s forehead, which was burning hot. “She’s burning up.” Kate breathed out.

“El? El? El!” Mike yelled to her.

Eleven let out a deafening scream as the monster within her leg wiggled around.

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #Stranger Things Spoilers #stranger things imagine #mike wheeler #eleven #Max Mayfield #jonathan byers #will byers #Lucas Sinclair #Nancy Wheeler #Billy Hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #st3 #stranger things oc #kate content

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hawkinspostbite · 4 years

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱: 𝐄 𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐮𝐦

Words: 3,951

MASTERLIST 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

A/N: I do not claim to, nor do I own Stranger Things; the concept, characters, plot, etc.

[ᴊᴜʟʏ 𝟸, 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟻]

The six of them ran towards the elevator, which, due to the surges in power from the monster, wasn’t in working order.

Max pounded on the up button, desperate for it to work.

“Stairs.” Mike confirmed, leading the group towards the stairwell.

They ran up the stairs, El trying her best to locate Nancy.

They came to a dark hallway, where Jonathan was battering the door with a bottle of nitrous-oxide.

El flung it open, revealing Nancy pinned to the ground by the creature. The same creature Kate saw the other night.

She froze, watching as it roared at El.

A sick feeling washed over her, her body breaking into a cold sweat upon seeing the beast before her.

“Jesus!” Mike breathed.

“What the f-“ Max gasped as the creature charged towards them.

With a shout, El slammed it against the wall, then the opposite one, and then the ceiling. She slammed it against the floor, watching as it got back up, screeching at her.

With one final scream, she sent the monster out the window, crashing onto the ground below.

They quickly turned and sprinted out of the hospital, rushing to reach the creature before it disappeared again.

But outside, it was already making it's escape. They watched in horror as the monster melted, bubbling into the drainage pipe in the ground.

[ᴊᴜʟʏ 𝟹, 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟻]

After leaving the hospital, Kate went home.

She dropped Jonathan and Will off at their house, to change clothes and eat quickly, and she and El went to her house.

“Welcome to my home.” She smiled softly as they walked in through the garage. “I can give you a quick tour.”

She showed El the kitchen and dining room, as well as the living room and laundry room.

“You have a pool?” El asked, eyes wide with wonder.

“Yeah. After this shit’s all over, you can come over swimming whenever you want.” El smiled at her.

They went upstairs, she showed her Steve’s bedroom and bathroom, her parents room, and then her room.

El sat down on Kate’s bed. “Do you want to shower here or at your place?” The group was headed to Hopper and El’s cabin next, to devise their next plan.

“The cabin is fine.”

“Okay, I’m going to jump in quick. Take a look around, if find anything you like - Take it.” El smiled at her as she shut the bathroom door.

Kate showered quickly, changing into some clean shorts, her lifeguard tank (it was the only clean top she had), and Billy’s red shirt he had given her.

The scent of his cologne lingering on the shirt was comforting in this time of distress, and she hoped that none of the kids would notice that the shirt was his.

Downstairs she made her and El sandwiches, and they quickly ate and left, stopping at the Byers again to get the brothers before making their way to Hopper’s cabin.

El showered and changed there, and then began to search for answers.

Kate sat on El’s bed - she requested Kate’s presence, partially for moral support and partially so the others wouldn’t find out about their connection yet.

On the floor before them sat a family photo of the Holloways, a pamphlet from the church’s senior bingo night with Mrs. Driscoll on the front, a newspaper clipping with Bruce Lowe on it, and Billy’s junior year school picture.

But all they found was black, no-one could be found. “They don’t want to be seen.” El sighed.

“Do you want me to go? Maybe it’s me?” El nodded, shrugging as Kate climbed off the bed, going out into the living room to join everyone else.

She wiped the blood from under her nose, sitting next to Lucas on the couch.

“It can’t be good for her to be in there this long.” Mike said.

“Mike, you need to relax.” Max rolled her eyes.

“She’s fine.” Kate confirmed. “She just can’t find anyone yet.”

“What if she gets brain damage or something?” Mike worried.

“Oh shit, is that like, a real thing?” Lucas questioned.

“No, it’s not. He made it up.” Max rolled her eyes again. “Mike doesn’t know what the hell he’s talking about.”

“Oh, and you do?” Mike narrowed his eyes at Max.

“No-“ Max and Mike continued to argue about who knew best for El’s safety. “Okay, can you guys settle an argument for us?”

Max and Mike walked up to Nancy, Jonathan, and Will in the kitchen. Lucas and Kate followed.

“Who do you think should decide El’s limits? Mike or Eleven?”

“The way you frame that is such bullshit!” Mike exclaimed.

“It’s not bullshit Mike, this is your whole problem. And it’s also precisely the reason why she dumped your ass!”

“El dumped you?” Nancy asked in surprise.

“Yeah, because she’s conspiring against me!” Mike pointed at Max. “She’s corrupting her.”

“Enlightening her!” Max defended herself. “The fact is, she’s not your’s. She’s her own person, fully capable of making her own decisions.”

“She’s risking her life for no reason!”

“For no reason? Mike, the flayed are out there doing god-knows-what.” Nancy said.

“Killing, flaying.” Lucas added.

“Transforming into monsters.” Will said.

“And El’s not stupid. She knows her abilities better than any of us.” Nancy spoke.

“Exactly, thank you!” Max exclaimed.

“And she is her own person. With her own freewill.”

“El has saved the world twice and Mike still doesn’t trust her.”

“You wanna talk about trust, really? After you made Eleven spy on us?” Max looked away nervously.

“Wait, what?” Lucas asked.

“Oh, she didn’t tell you this?”

“No!”

“Your girlfriend used El’s powers to spy on us.”

“No, no, no, I did not make her! It was her idea! And why are we even talking about this, seriously?” Max shouted.

“Yeah, who cares?” Will asked.

“I care!” Lucas said.

“Yeah, I guess girlfriend don’t lie, they spy.” Mike turned to look at Max again.

“We were just joking around.” Max defended herself again.

Suddenly Kate was swept away.

She saw Billy sitting on his bed, staring into the space in front of him.

He was unmoving, unblinking, and his eyes held the same cold stare they had when they last spoke.

On his right cheek and along his right arm, wounds were gouged into his skin, the flesh around them black and hard.

He clenched his fist, it shaking slightly, as if he was fighting himself.

She wished to just grab him and snap him out of it, but she couldn’t.

Kate blinked, back in the real world, hearing Mike still talking.

“I’m just trying to demonstrate how careless Max is with Eleven’s powers. In fact, how careless all of you are. You’re treating her like some kind of machine, when she’s not a machine.

“And I don’t want her to die looking for the flayed, when they’ve obviously vanished off the face of the earth. So can we please just come up with a new plan because I love her and I can’t lose her again!”

Everyone’s eyes grew wide at Mike’s last statement. The room became quiet.

The door to El’s room opened and she stepped into the hallway.

She looked in confusion at them. “What’s going on?” She locked eyes with Kate, touching the underneath of her nose.

Kate quickly wiped her nose, noticing fresh blood on the palm of her hand.

“Nothing, nothing.” Mike rolled his eyes.

“Just a family discussion.” Lucas chuckled.

“Oh.” El sighed. “I found him.”

“Found who?” Nancy asked.

“Billy.” El replied, moving to sit on the floor in front of the television.

She turned on a static channel, putting the volume just low enough to be heard.

Kate sat in the armchair closest to El, leaning backwards and preparing herself for anything that she might see.

On the couch next to her sat Lucas, Max, Will, and Mike. Nancy and Jonathan sat in the chair across from her.

El’s nose began to bleed, panting, she ripped the blindfold off of her.

“What’s he doing now?” Max asked.

“He’s in his room.” El spoke, tired. Kate got up, leading her into the kitchen so she could get a drink.

“And that’s not normal, right?” Nancy asked.

“Billy staying in his room on the Fourth of July weekend? No, that’s not normal.” Max answered.

“He wants us to find him.” Will said.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of.” Nancy sighed. “If we go to Billy, then the rest of the flayed know where we are.”

Kate grabbed a tissue, wiping the underside of her nose. “It’s a trap. I agree. We’ll be ambushed.” Mike said.

“We won’t be surprised. We’ll know that they’re coming and we’ll kick their flayed butts.” Lucas spoke.

Max blinked at him. “You mean El will kick their butts.”

“It’s too risky.” Jonathan said.

“Yeah, and unnecessary.” Nancy added. “Killing the flayed won’t stop the Mind Flayer. We have to find out where it’s spreading from.”

“Whoa, whoa, who said anything about killing?” Kate asked, whipping around.

“To stop them, we’ll have to kill them.” Lucas replied.

“We can’t just kill them - We can’t just kill Billy.” Kate became anxious.

“What is your sudden interest in keeping Billy safe, Kate? Six months ago you would’ve let him go with no second thoughts. What gives?” Mike asked, agitated.

Kate shrugged, stuck in her place. Her mouth became dry, and her chest tightened yet again.

“Seriously. You never cared about him before, why the sudden change?”

Kate clenched her jaw, glaring at Mike. “Mike, just leave her alone-“ Max said.

“No. I want to know. Why do you care about Billy?” Mike looked at her. “Hello?”

Kate looked over at El, who was staring wide-eyed at her.

“Because I’m dating him!” Kate exclaimed.

“Billy and I have been dating since January, and I don’t want him to die because I care about him! There, Mike! Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Everyone’s eyes went wide with shock. Max’s face turned red, she couldn’t even look at Kate.

“You’re joking. You are not dating Billy.” Mike replied.

“She’s telling the truth.” El said.

“You knew?” He looked at El, who nodded. “You told El, but you couldn’t tell us?”

“There’s a lot of shit you don’t know Mike.” Kate snapped. “And I didn’t tell you because I knew how you would react - Just like this!”

“I thought friends don’t lie!” Mike yelled back.

“Stop! Stop it!” El shouted. “Kate didn’t tell you because she was scared.”

She grabbed Kate’s hand. “She cares about Billy, so we need to try to help him, and not hurt him.”

El nodded to Kate, giving her the okay to tell them about her visions. “And there’s is one more thing you all need to know.”

Kate sighed. “The other night, I went to Billy’s. And when I was asleep he tied me up - Just like he did with Heather.”

She paused nervously. “I woke up in some sort of warehouse. Billy let that thing, which we now know is the Mind Flayer get me.” She waited.

“It shoved it’s tentacle in my throat. It was like it was poisoning me - Sucking my insides out and replacing it with itself. But Billy - Not flayed Billy, stopped it. And he let me go.”

“And now she sees things, just like me.”

“So you were almost flayed, and you decided to wait until now to tell us?” Mike asked.

“She was scared.” El defended her.

“She sees?” Lucas asked.

“Somehow when the Mind Flayer was attacking me, I think I got connected to it. So now I see what it sees, and what El sees.” Kate replied.

“But I don’t understand how you’re attached to El.”

“We don’t either. Not exactly.” Kate answered, as El shrugged beside her.

“At Max’s, I saw Kate in my sleep. She was tied up, just like Heather. So I kept looking.” El answered.

“In your sleep?” Mike asked.

“Yes. And now she sees what I see.”

“Maybe it’s because the Mind Flayer is linked to the Upside Down, and so is El.” Will spoke.

“Possibly.”

“So you know where the source is.” Nancy redirected the conversation.

“Not exactly.” Kate turned to look at her. “I know it’s a warehouse, but I don’t know where. I was in such a hurry to get out of there I didn’t even stop to look.”

“Billy knows it.” El said. “Billy’s been there. To the source. He’s seen it.”

“Yeah, but-“ Mike began.

“It’s a trap. I know.” El replied. “We can’t go to Billy. But I think there’s another way.” She turned to look at Kate, who nodded in response.

“A way for us to see where he’s been.” …

El sat down in front of the T.V again, a box of tissues next to her. Kate sat on the floor next to her with a few in her lap. Mike bent down next to El. “El, I know you think you have to do this, but you don’t. It’s just, you’ve only done this before once. And your mom, she loved you, and wanted you to know what happened. And Billy’s mind is sick, diseased. The Mind Flayer is in him.”

“He can’t hurt me. Not in there. And I won’t be alone.” She looked at Kate.

“We don’t know that.” Mike said. “It’s bad enough you’re going in there, but now Kate is too. I don’t want to lose you both.”

Kate sighed, her heart heavy for her friend. El held Mike’s hand. “Mike, I need you to trust me.”

He sighed. “Yeah. Just be careful. Both of you.” He turned to sit back in the chair. El looked at Kate, the pair nodding. She placed the blindfold over her eyes, and grabbed Kate’s hand.

In the darkness, there was Billy. Sitting on his bed, just as he was before.

Beside her, Kate could feel El. Billy looked drained, like his entire life-force had been sucked dry.

Nervously, Eleven grabbed his hand. “Billy. Can you hear me?” Eleven whispered.

“I want to see. I want to see what happened.” His eyes moved to her, bloodshot and brimming with tears. In a split-second his eyes changed, flickering to the darkness that consumed him inside.

His hand grabbed El’s forearm, pulling on it. She tugged back, desperate to be released from his grip.

“Stop! No, no, no!” They were falling backwards.

She saw Billy in the sauna, and the roaring mouth of the Mind Flayer.

She saw Billy choking El, Tom and Janet being flayed, Billy watching them leave the Holloway’s, Heather in the bathtub filled with ice, Billy bent over Heather.

She saw Billy clinging to the railing of the warehouse as he was dragged by the Mind Flayer, the heart-wrenching moment where the tentacle entered his body, Billy calling for help on a payphone, and crashing his car.

Then, they were on a beach, washed up on the sand, together. Kate could finally see El, and she saw her back.

Even inside the void, Kate couldn’t shake the under lying feeling of anxiety pulsing through her body. She lay in the sand, waves washing over her, as her head throbbed and her body shook.

“El?” She spoke. Distorted wails and screams sounded all around them, water rushed onto the sand, as Kate stood to help El up.

“Are you guys okay?” Mike’s voice was heard. “Are you okay?” He repeated.

“It’s okay.” El whimpered.

“What’s going on?” Mike asked.

“We’re on a beach.” She replied.

“What else do you see?” She heard Max ask.

They turned, down the beach, surrounded by a flock of seagulls was a woman. She had gorgeous blonde hair, and wore a white sundress.

“A woman.” El answered. “She’s pretty. I think she’s looking at us.”

The woman waved, laughing excitedly. From behind them, a young boy came running. He was carrying a surfboard that was twice his size, he had dark blonde hair that stuck to his forehead, it was wet from the ocean.

He smiled, running towards the woman. “You did it!” She smiled.

“There’s a boy.” El said.

“Did you see that?” He exclaimed.

“Yeah I saw that!” The woman kissed his forehead.

“That was at least seven feet!”

“I don’t know what it was but it almost gave me a heart attack.” She laughed.

The boy tilted his head. “Ten more minutes?”

Kate smiled to herself. “Ten more minutes?” Was something Billy had said to her frequently.

“Ten more minutes?” swimming at the pool after closing, “Ten more minutes?” laying in bed before school, “Ten more minutes?” of talking about nonsense to each other.

“Yeah, okay, ten more minutes.” The woman sighed as the boy joyfully grabbed his board, running back to the water. “But any longer than that, dad’s gonna be mad. Okay?”

“Okay!”

“Billy?” The woman called.

Holy shit. This was Billy, and his mother.

“Watch out for rip currents!” Billy had told Kate countless stories about his mother from when he was younger, and yet this story she had never heard before. Kate couldn’t believe she didn’t recognize her voice, as they had once shared a less-than touching phone call.

“I know!” He smiled.

“It’s Billy.” El spoke.

“It’s California. It’s a memory.” Max said.

Down the beach, past Billy’s mother, the sky was dark and stormy. “I think I see it. The source.” El said.

She grabbed Kate’s hand, and they began walking towards the storm. Thunder rumbled and crashed, and lightening flashed around them.

El stopped, gripping onto Kate’s hand tightly.

Out of the clouds, she saw Neil and young Billy, he was wearing his little league uniform as Neil grabbed his arm. “Hey, Billy, stop!”

El and Kate stopped. “What the hell is wrong with you? What did we talk about? You gotta slide!”

“I know-“

“Wait. Afraid you’re gonna get hurt, is that it?”

“No!”

“Well then, what then? What? What did I raise a pussy for a son?”

“Leave me alone!” Billy broke away from his father, running away.

Kate gripped El’s hand tighter, the vision chipping away at her heart.

“That’s right! Run like you always do!” Neil shouted.

The storm got worse and the girls began to chase after young Billy.

“Where were you last night? Where were you?” Neil yelled at his wife.

“I told you, I was with Wendy!” Billy sat at the family dining table as his parents argued.

“Stop lying to me!”

“I’m not lying to you!”

“You saw him again, didn’t you?” Neil grabbed her arm. “Didn’t you?”

“Get away from me!” She yanked it away, stepping back from him. “I said, get away!” She grabbed a plate from the table, throwing it at him.

So that was how Billy got the idea of hitting Steve with a plate way back when.

“You whore!” Neil shouted. “Bitch!”

Billy jumped down from his chair, running at Neil and punching him. “Stop it! Don’t hurt her!”

Neil struck Billy, throwing him to the floor. “You bastard!” His mother shouted as Neil approached her, smacking her in the face.

El’s hand went to cover her mouth in horror.

“Mom!” Billy cried as his mother hit the floor.

Further into the storm, young Billy sat beside his bed, clinging to a phone.

“I don’t understand. Why not?” He whimpered. “Please mom, don’t do this. Please come home. No. How long? How long?” He sobbed.

“I miss you.”

Kate felt like she was going to break down. Billy had told her about his past, but he hadn’t mentioned the most heartbreaking events of his earlier life.

A few steps further and Billy was bent over someone, punching them repeatedly. “Get up! What, are you scared to fight me?”

He kicked the person. “You scared? Get up and fight me, pussy! Pussy!”

Further in. Neil approached Billy with a little girl - Max. “Billy, come over here. I want you to meet someone. This is your new sister, her name’s Maxine.”

“Max.” She corrected.

“Shake her hand.” Neil commanded.

They reached the center of the storm, and Kate felt like she was going to throw up.

“Who’s there?” Billy shouted.

It was Billy, the Billy she knew. But this Billy was afraid. “I said, who’s there?” He screamed.

The screaming continued as El and Kate pushed through the storm, seeing the shining lights of Billy’s Camaro.

“This is it, El. This is the place.” Kate spoke. It was calm, as the sky around them glowed red.

“The source.” El said.

“Where El? Where are you?” Max asked.

Before them, printed on the aluminum wall was Brimborn Steelworks. Even as a lifelong resident of Hawkins, Kate didn’t know where it was, she had heard of the steel company before, but it had gone out of business long before she came to be, and she had never had a reason to visit the building until now.

“Brimborn. Steelworks.” El read aloud.

“El, Kate. We found it - Get out of there!” Mike called. “Get out!”

El grabbed Kate’s hand again, shutting her eyes.

Inside, she saw everything that happened to Billy that night they were supposed to hang out, everything that happened to Heather and her family, the Mind Flayer, in the sauna, and then Billy let go of El.

She ripped off her blindfold, panting. She looked at Kate, and they were sitting on the floor of the cabin again.

But this time, their friends weren’t around them. “El…”

“Mike?” El asked, confused. “Mike? Mike?” She got up, looking frantically around the room. “Mike!”

Kate stood up, looking around as well. “Mike!” El screamed, tears welling up in her eyes.

“He can’t hear you.” A voice sounded from Hopper’s room.

Kate and El both turned nervously towards the voice.

Billy stepped out from behind the doorway.

El gasped.

“You shouldn’t have looked for me. Because now I see you.” His eyes snapped to Kate. “Both of you.”

He tilted his head. Kate flew back, into the wall, stuck against it.

Billy ashed his cigarette, looking back at El. “Now we can all see you.” He began to walk towards El.

“You let us in. And now, you are going to have to let us stay.” El whimpered, tears streaming down her face.

Kate tried to scream, to call for help, to stop Billy, but nothing came out of her mouth.

“Don’t you see? All this time, we’ve been building it. We’ve been building it, for you.” Bumps rose on Kate’s skin.

“All that work. All that pain. All of it, for you.” Billy backed El into the kitchen counter. “And now it’s time. Time to end it.”

With every word, Billy’s voice became deeper, and less and less him. “And we’re going to end you.”

“This isn’t you. This isn’t you, it’s not what you want.” Kate tried to sway him with her mind.

He turned to stare at Kate. “And then you.”

He looked back at El. “And when you are gone, we are going to end your friends.”

“No!” El cried.

“Billy, come on! It’s me, please listen.” She screamed inside her head, begging for him to break free.

“And then we are going to end everyone.” Tears streamed down Billy’s face, his eyes fighting for control within himself.

El cowered before him, losing her faith in herself.

“El!” Her mouth finally worked, watching as Eleven broke down before her.

With one last ounce of hope, El screamed, throwing her hand up. “Get away!”

Billy flew back into the wall, and with a flash they were out of the nightmare.

“No!” El screamed, ripping her blindfold off. Kate gasped, releasing her hand from El’s and falling back into Jonathan’s legs.

Max jumped up, rushing to Kate’s aid, as El fell into Mike’s arms, gasping.

Blood ran from both side of her nose, her body slick with sweat and tears.

“You’re okay. It’s okay. El.” Mike held her, and Max tried to stop Kate’s hands from shaking.

She could hardly breathe, let alone speak.

She sat with Max, holding her comfortingly, as she and El tried to piece together what the hell had just happened.

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