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i-am-beckyu · 6 months

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Dancing in your Hands

Full credit for this idea goes to @entomolog-t and this prompt here about gt and dancing. Featuring to random OC's I made up on the spot that will likely only ever exist in this fic lol.

Premise: Human teenage girl doesn't have a date to prom and wasn't going to go. But her borrower friend saw how excited she had been and gets her to go anyways. She has a wonderful night but when it comes to the couples dance she side lines herself because she had no one dance with. She comes home and tells this to her friend who knows how much she had dreamed of this.

word count: 1510 cw: very very very minor hurt but lots and and lots of comfort and fluff.

"You should have just done it Jane." Zephyr sighed as he watched the human teen sit dejectedly onto her bed.

"How could I Zeph? I would have looked so lonely dancing by myself to a romantic song."

The girl flopped backward onto the soft purple duvet, grabbing a heart shaped pillow and giving it a comforting squeeze.

"I already don't have many friends, I don't need the whole school knowing I can't get a date either."

Zephyr couldn't help but feel sad for his friend. He knew how much this prom had meant to her even if the thought of so many humans gathered in one loud space terrified him. But whenever the teen talked about dancing the night away and having that special ‘one on one’ slow dance with that someone special, he couldn't help but hope she would have the most magical night of her life.

Even if she had reassured him that not having a slow dance partner didn't matter and she still had a good time, he could tell she still longed for that special moment.

Perhaps he could change that.

"Jane," The borrower called from the side table to get the girl's attention.

"Leave your phone here and wait outside of your room, and don't come back in until I call you."

Jane turned over on her bed to face her little friend, the smaller waiting expectantly for her to follow her instructions.

"Um what for though?" Jane asked, confused. What could he possibly want her to leave her room for?

"Just trust me." Zephyr smiled. "I promise it will be worth it."

The girl furrowed her brow whilst taking out her phone to set it down next to her friend on the side table. It dwarfed his size completely; being almost a whole 2 inches taller than what he already was, but she complied and stood, leaving the room wondering what on earth he could be planning.

It was about 15 minutes later that Jane heard the Borrower call her back inside.

Her eyes widened in surprise when she entered.

All around her room the fairy lights she had placed ever so delicately had been switched on, illuminating the room in a soft glow. A melody she recognised from her romantic dance playlist was playing softly from her speakers and created a magical feel to the enclosed space.

And there on her dressing room table stood Zephyr, dressed in his nicest borrowing clothes (the borrower telling her so) and holding a single red rose she recognised from the rose bush just outside her window, high above his head by the steam.

"Zephyr," Jane breathed in amazement at a loss for words.

The Borrower stepped forward holding the rose out to the human girl, which she took oh so timidly. "I don't know what to say."

"Then say you'll dance with me." The boy asked, reaching his hand out for her to take. "Allow me to lead you in a final dance"

Jane blinked, her brain short circuiting.

He wanted to dance?

Her 3 inch tall friend wanted to lead her in a dance?

Jane burst out laughing.

"Zephyr, I appreciate the gesture but I don't think that's exactly possible when you're the size of my index finger." The teen said as she tried to regain her composure between each laugh.

"You're not exactly able to lead at your size."

Jane missed the way Zephyr's face fell as she wiped a stray tear from laughing so much.

"Oh. Right" He said quietly, slowly making his way over to Jane's phone and began to switch the music off.

"I guess I thought I could give you the special slow dance you always talked about."

This grabbed the girl's attention.

"I guess it was foolish to think a Borrower like me could give you clearly Human experience."

Finally Jane realised what she had done and saw how dejected her friend looked. Zephyr had rushed to go to the effort of giving her a special slow dance just like she had always talked about, and what did she do? She practically insulted and laughed in his face.

"Zephyr." Jane began crouching down to be on the Borrower's level.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. You did all this just so I could have a special moment and I laughed in your face."

"I just wanted to make your dream come true." The boy whispered, dipping his head down sadly.

"You already have Zeph. You encouraged me to go to the prom in the first place. I had such a wonderful night and I shouldn't go mopping around just because I didn't get the dance I had hoped for. And I especially shouldn't have laughed at you when you did all this for me." Jane reached her hand out slowly and gently lifted the boy's head with her finger, blue eyes meeting smaller green ones.

"I'm sorry Zephyr."

The boy grabbed onto the humans finger and hugged it tightly, a silently accepted apology; the two smiling having made up. Zephyr eventually then pulled away and raised his hand out.

"May I have this dance?" the borrower asked once more, the girls heart melting as he did.

But there was still one slight problem.

"You may, but how do you want to do this?" Jane asked. As she had said before, how was he going to lead her in a dance when he could fit in the whole palm of her hand?

The Borrower grinned as he lifted his hand up horizontal to his chest and splayed his fingers apart.

"Hold your hand out like this, and hover it about an inch above the table. I’ll do the rest."

Jane pulled her left hand back a little bit and matched the way Zephyr had instructed her too with her hand before the boy got to work. He gently curled the human's ring and pinky fingers under to rest on her palm and then instructed Jane to keep the tips of her index and middle fingers on the table, before grabbing her thumb and pulling it forward to lift her hand up.

"Oh you're so clever." Jane exclaimed as she realised what Zephyr had done.

"I've got a finger person." She smiled at the smaller, who returned her smile with one of his own.

Zephyr then quickly ran over to the phone and tapped some buttons till Jane's favourite piece of dancing music came, on before running back and bowing to her finger person.

She returned the gesture with an awkward curtsey of her own the best she could with her fingers, before the Borrower took the human's thumb in hand, and wrapped the other around her index and middle fingers. His hand barely covered the tip of her thumb at all, and his touch was so light, but the fact the Borrower was even touching her hands at all was a marvel in itself.

As the music began to pick up, so did Zephyr in leading her hand in a dance.

It was difficult given she couldn't turn her hand 360° degrees all the way round, but nonetheless they were dancing. It seemed when she had been practicing to dance for prom, that Zephyr had been learning the leading steps too, because she was certain each step he made was one of her favourite waltz.

How far they had come since first meeting, from the Borrower not even wanting to interact with a Human to now leading her hand in a dance. She did not deserve such a kind hearted friend.

She couldn't help but gaze at him fondly as he moved her hand about the table dance floor.

"Hey Zephyr?" Jane asked the borrower as he looked up to her.

"May I try leading?"

He smiled. "Of course Jane."

Jane carefully released her hand from the smaller before scoping him up and gently laying him against her chest, stepping into the middle of the room before gently swaying with the music.

Zephyr felt the steady rhythm of Jane's heart beat beneath him, as her hands cradled him close. It was soothing and he leaned into it more. Had she done this a few months before, he would undoubtedly be screaming, but he had come to trust and adore Jane so very much. The human holding a piece of his heart though she may not realise it yet, cared for him oh so very much and was nothing like the terrifying humans from stories he had been raised to believe.

He loved her and he would do anything for her to always see her smiling.

"Thank you Zephyr." Jane whispered quietly. "You truly have made my wish come true."

They stayed like that, gently swaying for the rest of the night, basking in each other's embrace as song after song played, never really wanting the moment to end.

It may not have been like the fairy tale slow dances like Jane had envisioned in her head, but it was so much more than what she could ever have asked for.

~Fin~

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I AM TAGGING YOU PEOPLE IN THIS CAUSE IT'S GT AND I DON'T KNOW IF YOU'D WANNA READ IT OR NOT SINCE IT'S NOT MCYT GT SO FEEL FREE TO LET ME KNOW IF YOU WAN'T TO BE REMOVED FROM REGULAR GT STUFF!

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Also hi hi to all who are tagged! There are some people here I haven't chatted with in awhile. Hope you are all well <3

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skelelun · 5 months

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my friend sunlight showed me this splatoon oc prompt thingie and so I decided to make some doodles based off of it :) prompt is included as well!

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avvail · 2 years

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“I haven't had my first kiss either.”

“Hmm... what about if we gave our first kisses to each other?”

had to as soon as i saw this prompt by @creweemmaeec11

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The villain raised a single brow.

“Are you really willing to do that?” They murmured, but their voice was flat and it didn’t seem as though they were all that bothered by the hero’s proposal. Hero, in turn, seemed visibly eager, shuffling closer to them with a small grin.

“Well, won’t it be a good opportunity?” They pressed. “Then we’ll have good experience for our lover, right? We can help each other.”

The villain picked at their nails nonchalantly. It didn’t seem like they were willing to put up a fight, or deny the hero’s proposal. “Yeah. Alright.”

Hero’s eyes lit up with a strange sort of excitement. “Great.” They turned their body so they were facing them, shifting even closer towards them. The villain’s eyes found theirs and their hands fell back into their lap.

Hero swallowed. They hadn’t realised what a pretty colour their eyes were.

“Okay.” This time their voice wasn’t so confident. “So, shall we just...?”

The hero gently grabbed their wrists and placed their hands on their shoulders. The villain didn’t fight or even make an attempt to pull their arms away, letting the hero do the same.

“Like that, right? This should be fine.”

The villain sighed and their brow kicked up. “Hero, I know you haven’t kissed anybody, but you’re proving you have never seen it either.”

Their cheeks went a blazing red, face wrinkling into a grimace. “This is just practice! It doesn’t have to look good.”

Villain averted their gaze and shrugged. “Whatever you say.”

Huffing, the hero squirmed into a more comfortable position, an inch closer, and their eyes darted down to the villain’s lips.

“I’m going to lean forward now.”

“Stop commentating and hurry up. You’re making it awkward.”

Before they snapped a fustrated reply, the hero gingerly leaned closer, tilting their head, their lips pressing against the villain’s. It was softer than they had imagined, and they quickly pulled back, ears pink.

“How was that?”

The villain stared at them in disbelief. “Hero, that was a peck.”

“We touched lips. It’s still a kiss.”

“You didn’t even give me a chance to kiss back,” they murmured, sliding their hands closer to their neck. The hero released a sharp sigh and waved their arm.

“Okay. Fine. Let’s try again then,” they demanded, squeezing their shoulders. “For longer, this time.”

They both met in the middle and the hero was as surprised the first time when the villain pressed their lips against theirs, a little firmer. They squeezed their eyes shut.

“Move your lips,” the villain whispered against their mouth. The hero hummed in response and they shyly obeyed, making the villain smirk devilishly.

The hero’s eyes snapped open in surprise when the villain’s hand gripped the back of their neck, pulling them closer, and their lips moved more feverishly against theirs than before. They were moving expertly against theirs, making shivers roll down their spine.

Heat burned their cheeks as they clumsily tried to match the villain’s movements, feeling more like they were being devoured than practicing innocently.

When the villain pulled away, the hero gasped for breath, their stomach fluttering with butterflies.

“I thought...” They were breathless and weak in the knees. “I thought you’d never kissed anyone!”

With a smirk on their lips, the villain merely chuckled. “Well. Maybe I lied.”

But before Hero could scold them, Villain was already kissing them again.

#prompt fill #not my prompt #hero x villain #villain x hero #hero and villain #villain and hero #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #hero villain #villain hero #hero #villain #snippet #writing snippet #avvail #avvail snippet

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shywhumpauthor · 1 year

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Whumper who allows Whumpee to lay their head on their thigh and drifts a hand over their jaw so, so tenderly before finally grabbing their neck tight. Asks them if they really thought their tricks could weasel them out of explaining why they spent so long at the window that day. They don't *want* to leave, right? It was a mistake? It'd be best to keep them in the dark for a while to balance out all that sun.

I’m not sure if this is a prompt for me to write or just a general idea you wanted to share but it is *chef’s kiss* beautiful, 12/10 trope I absolutely love this

Is it alright if I use this trope in my writing? because I think it would work wonderfully for this new thing I’m working on

(Prompt 20)

#whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #not my prompt #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #whump prompts #writing prompt #writing prompts #whump trope #whump tropes #pet whumpee #pet whump

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 2 years

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What do you think of this AU:

Ra's al Ghul knows that the Lazarus pits are on their last legs, the waters are running out, in recent decades he has had to enhance them through magic and science to prevent the pit from running out…

but in the last year the wear of the pit has increased, if it continues like this it will dry up in less than 5 years...

After collecting some favors (and the occasional kidnapping), the head of the demon knew why, the previous king of Infinity has been dethroned and now there is a Crown Princess (FemDanny), and the moment she becomes Queen, the Lazarus pits will be destroyed…

The good thing (for Ra's al Ghul) is that in his long life he has found a series of rituals, which if put together, in theory, could make the princess marry a living person and make her obey her husband…

Now Talila has to go "pick up" Daminan, he has to prepare for his impending marriage...

Oh, this is terrifying for Danny (Dani? Is her clone a guy? Or still a girl?) Does Ras have a way into the Infinity Realms? And if he does, is Phantom (Is that still her name?) still a slippery spook who escapes and evades him easily, irritating the Demons head to no end?

Bonus points if she and Damian actually end up liking eachother and dating without Ras's input or the spell backfires and makes Damian obey the princess instead.

This is an amazing au! Very creative and I'd love for someone to write it!

#the alien answers #not my prompt #please ask owners permission before use

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write-it-motherfuckers · 2 years

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Ok, so looking after this kid is a lot more full on than I had anticipated, mainly because there’s actually two kids, not one, as they decided last minute to leave the two year old with me as well. They’re both good kids, but the oldest is six, heavily traumatised from their last home, and completely nonverbal as well as behind in their education because of said trauma, and the two year old is....well.... two. Because of this, they need a lot of attention, so I’m not sure how much time I’ll get to myself to write things up while I’m looking after them for the next few days.

That said, one of the Darlings who commented on my last post, asked that I ask the kids for some prompt ideas. Given the circumstances though, communication is a little difficult, so after a bit of a bizarre hybrid game of charades with the six year old, and a few enthusiastically thrown toys and waving arms from the two year old, here is your ever so compelling list of prompts.

TWO

Frog, ow

TV, oh no

Egg, yum?

*dramatic gasp*, big, big, big, whoa

AAAAAHHHHHH, *pretends to be dead*

BOO!, *delighted cackling*

SIX

Desk, lamp, tree, explosion

Colouring in colouring book, *surprised gasp*, villain appears but they’re a good villain (very important), villain takes boy and flies away, they both eat fancy cake

Book, sneaky ninja, many explosions

Sad prince, castle on fire, sad prince sneaks away to really big forest, sad prince is now a happy prince, he has a very nice dragon

Bow and arrow, mean man, *mimes hiding and slowly pulling back the arrow*, mean man dies, cheering

Hungry monster hair, feed it cake, happy monster hair

Trees with mouths, screaming and running

Bad king hurts prince, bad king dies, prince eats bad king and gains his power, prince becomes new king not like bad king, everyone’s happy

Good luck, and have fun Darling ones.

#write-it-motherfuckers #writing prompt #writing prompts #writing #prompt #story prompt #story prompts #story #prompts #not my prompt #does this count as a submission?#Submissions #submission #prompt meme #I forget the other tags and don't have time to look them up sorry #death mention #cannibalism mention #murder mention #implied child abuse

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scholastic-dragon · 1 year

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4-1 Challenge

IM DOING IT!!!! I am participating in the 4-1 Challenge written by my friends @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @tmnt-tychou @post-apocalyptic-daydream @leosgirl82 and @nittleboo (whose account for some reason won't let me tag it 🙃)

This isn't an 'x reader' fic but it is hilarious, I hope you enjoy!!!!!

Warnings: um so technically this is 18+ because it talks heavily about sex and there may or may not be a teeny tiny "smut" scene at the end, well I can't even call it that, but sexy times are heavily implied. (If you don't like smut it's under the '~~~~~' line so just skip that part if it makes you uncomfortable)

Casey Jones had been a loyal and trusting friend of the turtles for over a year now.

He helped them with the Kraang and promised to keep their secret. He was funny, a stubborn piece of shit, and their best friend.

He often picked up takeout for them and rented movies and even went out super late with the guys to play some basketball at an abandoned court.

About two or three weeks ago, Caseys buildings washing machine finally hit the bucket, the old machine was dead and no amount of faith or new parts could bring it back.

Even Donnie had looked at it and agreed it was dead.

At first April had offered her buildings machine, and he agreed for a little bit, then when the water bill got a little too high for her liking, the boys stepped up and offered him their machine.

Now Mikey was sneaking up to the surface after dinner and rushing to Casey's place.

Mikey had misplaced his favorite pair of boxes and he was sure it got mixed in with Casey's laundry.

Casey had agreed that Mikey could look through his basket that he had yet to put away.

He lived about 15 minutes from the lair, but with a rocket board it took 8 ½ minutes. He landed on the fire escape with a quiet thud and slid the living room window open.

"Case? You home?" Mikey peered around, stomping his feet on the mat he had placed under the window. "Don't freak out dude, its just Mikey," He called again, still not getting an answer.

Maybe he stepped out for a minute? Or maybe he just went to the bathroom?

Mikey shrugged sauntering through the rookie detectives apartment and opening his bedroom door. At the foot of the bed was a tall gray laundry basket filled with clean clothes.

Without thinking twice, Mikey started rummaging through the clothes. He saw a lot of cool band t-shirts that he wish he could steal, several pairs of very tight pants and boring black boxer briefs.

After dumping out and sorting through the whole basket, Mikey stepped back with a huff. Hands on his hips he throught for a moment, this basket was from just the other day, his underwear has been missing for over 5 days.....so he must've put them away thinking they were his!!!

In his text, Casey had said he had full permission to go through his laundry, so that clearly must mean the stuff in his dresser.

Having no shame, Mikey went up to Casey's dresser and started opening all the drawers. When he found the socks and underwear drawer he pawed through them, his underwear was a bright color so it should be easy to spot.

But something else caught his attention, as he moved a few pairs out of the way, something.....lacy.....hit his hand. Pulling out said underwear made Mikey stop, holding the pair between his two pointer fingers.

These were April's. He knew that because one time April had started her period while he was over and had texted asking for a new pair. Mikey -having no idea what a period was- had grabbed this exact thong.

Why was it in Casey's dress-

"JESUS, MIKE!" Casey yelped, coming into the room, not expecting to see the youngest turtle. "Don't scare me like that, dude," He laughed, running a hand over his hair.

Casey's smile dropped when he saw what exactly Mikey was doing....and holding.

"Why do you have a pair of her panties in your dresser?"

"WHY ARE YOU IN MY DRESSER?!"

Mikey glanced at Casey, never had he seen him so startled, his eyes were wide and his face bright red.

He hoped the underwear was an accident, maybe something leftover from when he used April's machine a week ago, but it was clear the only mistake was someone finding them.

"Are you-?!" Mikey gasped, dropping the thong to the floor like it was poisoned, hands covering his large mouth.

"Mike, I can explain-" Casey took a step into the room.

"Have you and April-?!" Came Mikeys muffled question, still not removing his hands. He couldn't bring himself to ask the question.

Casey cringed, looking away, he wasn't sure how but Casey turned an even darker red.

"Oh my god, you guys still are?!" Mikeys hands slid up his face to cover his eyes, he turned away from Casey, groaning as if he were in pain.

"Alright just....just listen, Mikey-"

"You banged my sister?!" Mikey all but screamed, Casey sighed, running a hand down his face.

"Whose bangin' whose sister?" Casey's stomach dropped hearing Raphs voice in the living room.

He slowly turned, seeing the giant red behemoth standing about ten feet away, stomping his shoes on the mat by the window.

"Raph, what're you doing here?" Casey quickly asked, leaning on the doorframe, preventing him from entering.

"Leo sent me out to get Mikey, if he's not back soon he's gonna miss Splinters evenin' training," Raph shrugged, coming up to Casey, looking over his shoulder at a very distressed Mikey.

"What happened with him?" Raph jutted his chin toward Mikey, Casey stumbled, feeling himself start to sweat.

"HE'S BANGING APRIL!"

Casey saw his life flash before his eyes. Looking up at the largest of his four friends, April's confidant and biggest brother, and his best friend.

He saw the recognition flash across his green eyes and the scowl form on his face.

"You're what?!"

"I-I can explain, cause there's more than that-" Casey took a step back wanting to put space between them, but Raph stepped with him, entering his bedroom.

"There's more?!" Both turtles yelled.

"Can you guys please stop yelling, you're going to wake up the neighbors," Casey took a deep breath, turning so he could face both brothers.

"I can explain, and the truth is.....the truth is that....April and I are dating," Casey started rubbing his sweaty hands together, unable to meet their eyes. "We've kinda been flirting for a while now and things really took a turn about three or four months ago."

"So April letting you use her washing machine was just a rouse?" Raph crossed his arms, throwing daggers with his eyes.

"She did that because she's a good person," Casey argued. Both turtles raised an eyebrow ridge which made Casey back down. "Alright, yeah kinda, we're both busy with work sometimes and it was a good reason that wouldn't be suspicious if you guys caught us in her apartment,"

"Wow," Raph murmered, hand covering his mouth as he sighed heavily.

Casey stared expectantly at the turtle before him, he knew he was going to snap.

"Well I guess that only leaves one option left," Raph didn't meet Casey's eyes but the rookie knew he was addressing him. He spoke far to calm for what was being discussed.

"Which is?" Casey knew the moment the words left his mouth that he was fuc-

"I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS CASEY!" Raphs fist swung fast, but Casey had been around long enough to know when to duck. He just narrowly missed his friends fist and ducked into the living room.

"Wait, wait, Raph!" Casey tripped over his coffee table, landing on the hardwood floor. "Let's talk about this!"

Raph stepped heavily out of his bedroom, eyes in a permanent glare, he cracked his knuckles as he stepped toward him.

"Raph, just-" Casey couldn't bring his legs to stand back up, instead just scooting back on the floor.

As if the universe was truly trying to punish him, Casey's apartment doors lock started to rattle, and both men turned to see the one and only April opening the door.

"Hey, baby, I got food-" She unlocked the door with her personal key, a wide smile on her face, large brown bag of takeout in her arms. Seeing her boyfriend and brother in the living room made her smile drop instantly. "What's going on?"

"'What's going on?' What's going on?! You wanna know what's going on?!" Raphs voice rose as he redirected toward the reporter. "What's going on is I just found out that my best friend," He spat the word out through gritted teeth, glancing back at Casey before turning back to April. "Is.....is doing my sister!"

April raised an eyebrow, raising a single finger to Raph. "Watch your tone," Raph sighed heavily, lowering his shoulders. No matter how hard any of them tried, no one could 'out Alpha' April.

April sighed and gave a small chuckle in relief, clearly worried the boys were fighting about something much worse. She set the bag of takeout on the counter as Mikey slowly walked out of Casey's bedroom and stood beside Raph.

"So you guys found out...." She made eye contact with all three men, putting her hands on her hips, unsure of how to have this conversation.

"Yeah, I found your thong in his drawer," Mikey piped up.

April glanced down at Casey who was still sitting on the floor. "You took my underwear?"

"It isn't an important part of this argument," Casey blushed hard, angrily whispering and not meeting her eyes.

April rolled her eyes and turned back to her brothers. "Yes, Casey and I are dating, and I know this is unexpected, but it's my decision and, you know, I'm -surprisingly- really happy. I know it's going to take some getting used to, but please know that I wouldn't be with him if he was a genuine asshole,"

Both brothers lowered their heads, they knew she was right, April could handle herself and they would just have to learn to get over it.

Raph spared one last glance at Casey. "Break her heart I break your face," and with that he promptly turned and left for the window.

"That went better than I was expecting," April happily clapped her hands together, turning to the youngest brother with a smile. "Do you wanna get some food for the road?"

Mikey chuckled, maybe April and Casey dating wouldn't be so bad....

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About three hours later after Splinters evening training and eating the food April gave him, Mikey was back on the surface heading for Casey's apartment.

In the mix of the argument, Mikey completely forgot about his underwear. But thankfully it was still relatively early so Casey should still be up.

Like before Mikey opened the window, and just headed right for the closed bedroom door.

"Hey, don't freak out, Case, you're not going to believe it but I forgot to grab my underwear earlier-" Mikey swung the door open and for the first time in his life wished he had patience and the ability to remember to knock.

April was laying on her back -thankfully under a blanket- but let out a loud scream at seeing Mikey, yanking the blanket to cover her chest. And while he couldn't see him, the large lump in the blanket in between April's knees was evidence enough that Mikey should just leave.

He slammed the door closed, covering his eyes. "I am so sorry!"

"What's wrong with you!?"

"Would it kill you to knock?!"

Those were the only things Mikey heard before rushing back out the window.

Maybe them dating was a bad thing.

tags: @strawberrycakeblog @sketch-and-write-lover @happymoonangel @dilucsflame33 @sharpwindow

#HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA #i love making Casey suffer #it shouldnt be this fun #i had a little too much fun writing this #but im not going to apologize for it cause i think im hilarious #tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt all 4 1 challenge #4-1 Challenge #not my prompt #tmnt mikey #tmnt raph #april x casey #april o'neil #casey jones #turtlebabe83 #thelaundrybitch #post apocalyptic #TMNT All 4-1 Challenge

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doitwrite · 9 months

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From The 3AM Epiphany

Exercise 18: "TV. Write a short interior scene during which a TV is on. Let the words and images on the screen interact interestingly with the activity going on in the room...500 words"

Rob

The vase teetered on the edge of the table, then tipped over with a CRASH, smashing to smithereens on the floor in an explosion of white and blue.

Robert held his breath, cradling the figurine he’d barely managed to catch to his chest. The living room was awash in the soft blue glow of the television screen and the cackling of the old bat in the armchair. The cartoon dog that had bumped the table in the show attempted to flee, doing that thing where a character tries to run but momentarily stays in place, arms pinwheeling ridiculously.

Heart still racing, Robert looked back down. He never understood why old people like to keep such creepy mementos around. Shuddering, he replaced the demonic-looking cherub carefully on the doily-covered table. Luckily the scene had been loud enough to cover up any sounds he’d made.

Robert cast a quick eye around. The glint of something shiny drew his eye, and he instantly recognized the iconic, man-shaped trophy. Bingo.

A slide-whistle sound effect interrupted his thoughts as the dog onscreen relieved itself on a shoe.

Something wet soaked into his pant leg. He looked down.

A tiny white dog with scraggly hair that made it look like a walking, breathing mop had lifted its leg over his ankle.

“What the–hey! Get away!” he whisper-yelled, stumbling ungracefully and trying to shoo the little monster off. It bared a set of miniature teeth at him and made a sound like a lawnmower on helium, then gave a series of squeaky-toy barks.

“Chi-Chi? Where did you get off to?” Oh, great. The old woman’s wheezy voice interrupted the canned laughter that boomed from the speakers. Robert whipped his head from left to right. He could risk making a dive for the kitchen, or escape upstairs.

Unfortunately, Chi-Chi had other plans. It sank its tiny jaws into his ankle, and he bit back a yelp of pain. The armchair trembled, as if its occupant was attempting to climb out.

Robert dragged the dog with him along the worn carpet, trying not to curse out loud as he limped as quickly as he could around the other side of the armchair. On the TV, someone tripped on a banana pee, landing on their backside with a cymbal crash. As if on cue, his foot catches on the edge of the hideous rug—

And with a magnificent WHUMP that shook the room, suddenly he’s on his belly, staring right into the vomit-green pattern of repeating triangles on the rug. Chi-Chi is barking at him, and he looks up in a daze to see two-time Academy Award winning screenwriter Greta Frendler peering down at him, lips pursed and eyes squinting from a face so wrinkled it looked like a prune.

“I assume you’re here to rob me?”

Before he can answer, she shuffles off to the kitchen in her carpet slippers.

“I have to say, you’re one of the less creative ones. Come have a cup of tea. I put the kettle on when I heard you knock over the mirror upstairs.”

#not my prompt #The 3AM Epiphany #writing #writing exercise #I like the idea but I'm not sure abt the execution...#may return to this #(but I always say that)

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