Bonus Points If Someone Comes In And Interrupts You And You Have To Start All Over.

The DMC Boys Coming Back To Their S/O In Their Clothes: 

Dante:

It goes without saying that nothing puts a smile on this massive dork’s face more after coming home late and tired than seeing his s/o fast asleep in one of his shirts. Usually they’re a bit large on them, serving more so as a borderline short-nightgown if you’re much smaller and shorter than he is. Still, he hardly complains purely because of how cute you look in his shirt. Expect this man to be extremely smug the next morning when you wake up in  bed together and spooning you with a vice grip. 

Actually makes an effort to not just get more shirts but also mostly wash them to make sure he doesn’t leave you with shirts with not just his scent but also reeking of demon blood. Instead to add his scent he’ll usually just lace his shirts with the faint scent of his cologne so that it always smells like him for you. 

Will actually tease you about whether or not he’s going to be getting his shirt back (or any of the ones you wear for that matter). Spoiler alert, he gets maybe half of them back at best, but Dante’s okay with it. If anything it just gives him even more of an excuse to go about the office and your shared space while shirtless on laundry day. You insist you can give one of the shirts back for the day, but your lover knows you well enough to know you don’t exactly mind him losing the shirt for more than a few hours. 

Dante of course loves to tease you about it, loving to tease you about how you always look so much cuter in one of his shirts, though of course being Dante, there’s nothing stopping him from suggesting his shirt on you would look even better on the floor. There’s a good chance he’s going to get smacked, but Dante hardly minds if it means he gets to see your flustered expression in exchange. 

May or may not take a snapshot of you sleeping on the couch with his jacket at some point to slip into his wallet and stare at whenever he’s missing you. He likes to look it, smiling to himself as he looks at your soundly sleeping form with one of his various coats wrapped around your smaller form. He even makes a mental note to always where that coat every now and again so that when he leaves it for you, it’ll still smell of him. 

Bonus: Not to say he’d try to bring back his man-bra from his earlier years, but the moment he finds it again, don’t be surprised if he thinks he can make that his new laundry day alternative. But it’s okay, because it’s not too long before you’ve added that shirt to your collection as well. 

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Turtle Fun Fact of the Day

Bit of a longer one here: Everyone knows our favorite blue turtle is the leader (Rise series excluded), but each gets the role in his own way.

1987 Leo - I’ll be honest. Can’t get into the 1987 series, so my knowledge of it is all secondhand, but this Leo is, I believe, chosen as leader directly. His more serious nature and responsibility made him the best choice. A good boy. 10/10

2003 Leo - Not directly chosen as leader! Supplementary material states that this Leo is the unofficial leader who leads by example and not orders. He may often be in charge, but his brothers follow him because he makes good decisions and not because he has a position above them. Very good boy! 10/10

2007 Leo - Stated to be the eldest of the turtles directly and is seemingly chosen as the leader because of it, though Splinter’s talk with Raph about the traits he lacks to be a leader may also imply that it was a combination of age and personality. Since this movie is said to be some twisted continuation of the 1990s movies, it’s hard to say what info carries over. Considering how much tension there is over his leadership position, though, he’s most likely picked by Splinter instead of falling into the position naturally. Stressed good boy. 10/10

2012 Leo - Volunteered to be leader in the first few episodes. Chosen by Splinter seemingly because he asked first, but later said to be the best for the position (even if his brothers don’t always agree). Good boy who’s trying his best. 10/10

2014/16 Leo - Put in charge by Splinter, as told by the usual argument between him and Raph in the first movie. Also stated to be the oldest, but supplementary material reveals it’s because of his mature and responsible nature that he was chosen as leader. Good boy doubling as a mom friend. 10/10

2019/Rise Leo - Chaotic teen with leadership skills who doesn’t want to use them officially. He’ll leave it to Raph. Ironically, Rise Raph became leader (well, appointed himself as leader) for the same reason as 2007 Leo: he’s the eldest. Appointed leader at the end of the series. Gotta wait for the movie to come out to see his full reaction to it, but he didn’t seem too pleased at the news. Absolute disaster of a good boy. 10/10

They’re all perfect 10 out of 10s!

Hello fellow INFJ!! I decided to come out of hiding and submit an idea for your brain to run with and hopefully develop into a blurb.

So Leo…. What can we say about the serious but (I head canon) easily flustered turtle that is all about respect and honor? What could he possibly think of their partner body worshiping them.

I mean who wouldn’t worship this!

Can I just say I would start with an intimate kiss to the forehead then work my way down from there 😉

Hi sweetie. My apologies this took so long to get out to you but other stories and life got in the way. I hope you consider this worth the wait. I did pull in a lot of INFJ tendencies for the reader and I hope you can connect with 'her' and see yourself in her. Thank you SO MUCH for trusting me with this Ask. I am honored and blessed that you sent in this idea and I hope I did it justice.

Just beware: The initial idea for this story was to follow it through the exploration of more of Leo’s body and to allow the passion to blaze, but as this story developed and took on a life of its own, it felt complete right in this moment with them. However, there is more still in my mind, so if you would like to see it progress and you would like a part two to this story, please let me know.

Body Worshipping Leo

· You never thought you’d get to see this, you think to yourself as you watch the fluid movements of his body run through their daily katas.

· You had arrived earlier than you had expected. Earlier than they had expected. It was courtesy on Master Splinter’s part to offer you a seat on the edges of the training area for you to watch their daily practice. The old rat’s comforting voice carries over to you from the middle of the affray, giving corrective instructions and words of praise to his pupils.

· They, all four, move with precision, finesse, and power; but his movements have a little something extra: Art and grace.

· From his handsome head, which is always calculating, strategizing, anticipating, down to the soles of his feet, which are steady and planted, yet swift to take flight at a second’s notice, everything about his movements, his body, screams perfection.

· Yes, watching him move is mesmerizing, breath-taking, even at times, soul-wrenching.

· You feel a stubborn lump form in your throat that will not ease, but at least it silences the hiccups that threaten to escape from your awe-struck sobs.

· The beauty that his body is creating is just too magnificent to behold and not feel emotionally moved, so you gently weep watching his contending-inspired dance as you would weep over any masterful performance.

· Another sniffle escapes you and you subtly wipe a stray tear away from the corner of your eye before any of them can take notice of your emotional state. It would be disrespectful to cause a scene and distract them while you were invited in on such a private and profound family routine.

· You have been a common addition to their small group for a while, yet you have only been ‘officially’ dating the eldest terrapin for a few months. A smile ghosts your lips at the memories of how naturally it everything blossomed and came together. You have never been felt more connected and comfortable with anyone in your life. Leo is like the other half of your soul and being with him has a feeling of being complete and content.

· Well…sort of content. The pragmatic leader moves with caution in all things and your relationship is no exception. While you two have shared many hours of cuddling in front of the tv or while reading, and a few chasten pecks to the lips when greeting or parting for the night, Leonardo’s lips have yet to linger long enough on your skin to allow any type of passion to ignite between you.

· While you aren’t exactly sure of the reasons behind his slow pace, you have guessed it has something to do with your differences.

· He seems to be very careful around you. His hands are stay in full view and his movements are deliberate and soft. He tends to let you initiate physical contact and his hugs are never too crushing. There seem to be tense moments after his soft kisses, his penetrating eyes search yours for untold secrets. It is like he was studying your reaction, looking for minute hints of aversion or doubt.

· As you watch him spin in a full body twist to evade a punishing blow from his sparring partner, Raph, you make up your mind to change the languishing conditions of your relationship. Such a beautiful creature needs to know that he is accepted.

· You mentally scoff at the overly simple word ‘accepted’. No, he isn’t just accepted; he is, without a doubt, cherished and loved.

· You hear the Sensei call for them all to come in close and kneel. He pairs his hands in a triangle before him and bows his head and shoulders prior to addressing his pupils. After his moment of reverence, his quiet, yet sage voice speaks of how proud he is of their continued progress and teamwork. He offers each one a moment of individual wisdom and then dismisses them. The old rat offers you a kind smile from across the room as the boys put away their weapons before he moves off to his meditation corner.

· Each of the guys start filing out of the dojo past you, going to get their showers and move off to their regular hobbies. Leo is the last to head toward the exit. He is diligent about making sure that the area is clean and ready for the next lesson. As he approaches the edge of the training area he offers you his hand to help you rise and blesses you with a sweet smile before bestowing one of those chastened kisses to the top of your head. You inwardly sigh to yourself, wishing it had at least made it to your lips.

· Again, you see his bright eyes searching yours intently and you hope that your eyes are no longer holding on to pink hues from getting emotional. “I am sorry you had to wait for me. Is everything okay?”, he asks, still grasping your hand and pulling you along with him to the general living space. Damn it, your eyes must still be flushed.

· You are both now standing in the living room space and a very active Mikey is bouncing on the sofa cushions and yelling into his gaming headset about “ambushing campers!”. You swallow hard and try to steady your voice so that it, too, doesn’t give you away, “Actually, Leo,…I’d…uh…I’d like to talk about something with you.”. Leo’s stride falters as he turns to face you, you can see a disquiet in his clear eyes, his brow knits together in concern. If you were a mind reader you would have heard the alarmed voice going off his head, ‘this is it, she’s telling me that a mutant turtle isn’t what she’s always wanted, she can’t do this anymore. Just look at her eyes, something is upsetting her, she must have been crying over telling me’.

· Another overly animated exclamation about “dirty, cheating, no-good-camping-losers” flows out of Mikey’s mouth and you glance his way at the volume at which he’s yelling before you look back at Leo’s handsome face. “Perhaps some place a bit more quiet?”, you suggest to him, which does nothing to belay his internal discomfort. He licks his lips, which now feel as dry as a desert, and tries to steel his voice, “Yeah, sure. We can talk in my room.”, he gestures with one hand in a ‘ladies first’ motion.

· As you walk past him you try to offer a smile, but your own nerves are starting to get out of control just by the plan you have in mind. You could be about to lose the best thing that’s ever happened to you just by pushing the boundaries. If you are wrong and his caution isn’t about differences but about something else, you could be dooming your relationship by pushing too hard too fast. As you enter Leo’s unadulterated bedroom, you take a deep breath and turn to face your blue clad terrapin.

· Leo closes the door and seems to be unsure of what to do next. He’s still standing just behind the door, looking at the ground when his solemn voice breaks the silence, “So, what do you want to talk about?”. Your heart clenches a bit when you notice that he didn’t look at your when he asked the question. Does he suspect your angle? Is he already thinking of things to say to placate you or let you down easy? Your anxiety level starts to peak.

· “Can you…can you come over and sit down? This is pretty important and I need time to explain”, you say while rubbing your hands together out of nervous habit. Leo nods his head and walks over to the bed, but you notice that he gives you a wider breadth than he normally would when he walks past.

· Leo sits heavily on the edge of his bed and looks at you expectantly. Now it is your turn to lick your overly dry lips. Where to begin? You twist your delicate fingers to the point of popping one by accident, which snaps you into motion…quite literally. Another nervous habit when discussing important things, you pace.

· “Leo, I consider the day I met you to be one of the best days of my entire life”, you say, glancing at him as you pace by him, to the walk to the wall and back. “You are smart, kind, considerate, confident, and truly amazing…”, you say leaving it hanging in the air for a moment while you think about your next words carefully. How do you tell him you want, no you need, more connection with him? That you are in love with him, as a whole being, and that he doesn’t need to be afraid of what he is with you. You know this is new territory for him and you don’t want this to seem like an attack on his experience. You also don’t want to seem inconsiderate or unappreciative of his kindness and respect.

· “But…”, you hear him say from his seated position on the bed. You turn to him, a little shocked to hear a ‘but’ offered up, did he think you were pulling away from him? You study him for a moment and notice that his body language has changed dramatically, his once squared shoulders are slumping, his jaw is clenched in tension, and his once clear eyes seem dim.

· Seeing him looking…defeated and resigned…you take pity on him and decide to throw all caution to the wind. You are feeling bad enough by pushing him for more intimacy, but now, if he thinks you’re trying to leave him, that is even worse.

· You walk quickly to him and cup his face in your hands to make sure he hears what you say clearly and thoroughly, “There’s no ‘but’ Leo. What I’m trying to say, and obviously failing at it miserably, is that you are undoubtedly the best thing that has ever happened to me. I want to let you know that I admire you, that I adore you, that I cherish you, that I love every single thing about you, that…that…I think you are sexy”, you finish quietly, more than a little embarrassed by being so forward and using the word ‘sexy’ when you can barely get him to kiss you.

· Leo sits looking at you, making sure he’s heard you right. You two have never really discussed things of passion before now. Sure, he’s told you that you were pretty and beautiful, and you have always reciprocated with comments of how you thought he was cute (while you blushed as red as Raph’s mask), how you treasured his smile, but that was as far as your adoration of his body had gone. Sexy, that’s more than just a step up from the compliments that you have shared in the past. It’s more than he had dared hope for from someone as beautiful as you. He is, after all, an overgrown turtle. He has hard scales, not soft skin. He had hoped that, in time, with enough patience and kindness on his part, you would be able to eventually look past his exterior. That you would be able to see the good, caring person inside the hard outer shell. He NEVER thought you would ever consider him physically sexy. He honestly a little stunned by the comment, especially when he was expecting this conversation to go completely different, and sits staring at your face, “Sexy? You think I’m sexy?”, he asks a little incredulously.

· A little frustrated that you are having to repeat yourself when you aren’t the best as being this forward in the first place, you take a deep inhale and look deeply into his eyes. In his seated position you are just above eye level with him so before your repeat the words, you lean in and place a lingering kiss to his forehead. He watches the movement from his subjacent position, closing his eyes when your lips press into his plated brow, remaining long enough for the warmth of your lips to spread across his scales and down into the center of his chest. He inhales your scent, as sweet as confection, and he swears he can taste your sweetness on his tongue. Finally, you pull back and say, “Leonardo, from the top of your head, down to the bottom of your feet, I find you beautiful and, yes, sexy”.

· The normally confident leader sits in utter silence. His blue eyes are speaking volumes, they are shining with disbelief and hope. They are asking you if this is true? Is this real? Is this a dream? But his lips stay silent as you watch the storm of confusion and confessions roll through him.

· Deciding that your down-to-earth, sober, practical beau needs a little more convincing, you embark on your plan of showing him just how much he means to you, how much you appreciate his contrasting form. “I know you have your routine after training and that you hate breaking your routines, so I’m going to tell you how sexy you are as I help you get ready for your after-training shower.”.

· His eyes go from happy and shining to expanding in size and panicked looking, “Uh, no, you don’t have to do that...”. But you don’t let him talk you out of it, to silence his rebuttal, you quickly press your lips to his, making him choke on his words with the tensity of your attack. You stay pressed into his lips, moving yours in a caressing motion, opening them slightly to dab a touch of moisture on his bottom lip. This kiss is much deeper than the two of you have ever shared and your heart is racing from the feeling. His lips are initially tense from the surprise, but as your plump pout fondles his, adding dabs of your inner wetness for lubrication, you feel him exhale and relax, folding in closer to chase the tastes that you are offering him.

· Not wanting to push your luck just yet with taking the kiss deeper, you pull back to cup his face again and gaze into his eyes, “Leo, trust me”, you plead earnestly. Despite the lingering doubt in his eyes, he gives a dip of his head, to convey he’s putting his trust in you. “Let’s get that mask off of your dazzling eyes”, you coo as you reach back to slowly pull at the knot that secures his signature color to his features. As you pluck at the knot, Leo’s hands start to rise to help, only to be halted mid-path by your small hands securely grabbing his,” Nah-ah. I’ve got this. Here, you hold on here…”, you say leading his sizable palms to your hips, “…now don’t let go.”.

· You hear him clear his throat and feel him tense back up slightly from the placement of his hands and the command that was just given. As the binding of his mask finally gives way, you gently lift it from his bald head to stare admiringly at his naked face. Good god, he’s gorgeous. He’s handsome with his mask, but seeing his natural green face, unbroken by its swatch of blue, he’s breath-taking.

· You are lost in that thought as you stare down at him and, for you, time seemingly stands still. But, for Leo, he’s a little flustered at your enchanted stare. He feels vulnerable without his face armor. No one but his family has ever seen him in this way. The mask does more than signify who he is, it helps to hide parts of him that doesn’t quite fit in. Without his covering, it is more striking how hairless his reptilian face really is. You can now see that his eyes are not framed by thick arches of eyebrows. It is more noticeable and apparent that his Aquamarine eyes are not lined by fans of lashes. There are no helixes, antihelixes or pinna making up shells adorning the openings of his ear canals, only thin flaps of membranes protect his inner ears. The muddled markings of his yellow toned under-skin is highly contrasted by his vert scales and the long scar that crosses one side of his face is on full display. Despite the fact that he is still fully clothed, and it was only his bandana that you removed, he feels fully nude under your consistent gaze.

· You can see the hesitation and uncertainty in his eyes, you can see him intently searching your face for clues about how you feel viewing his testudinal face. Slowly, almost as if in a trace, your left hand rises to lightly skim your thumb along the crest of his bare brow ridge. However, following the movement with your eyes isn’t enough tactile stimulation for you, so you lean in to brush the soft curve of your lips over the hairless peak as well. You breathe in deeply and take in his heady essence, a mixture of salt, earthy musk, with notes of teakwood and clove oil. You exhale at the center of his brow bridge and state, more desperate than you wanted to sound, “You smell so good”. Leo hums in an appreciative tone, seemingly at a loss for words at your close proximity, but you feel his grip tighten on your hip bones as his own breathing deepens and becomes more forceful.

· Leo’s mind is almost at shut down mode. Of all the time he has spent around you, even cuddling you, he has never felt you this much. These touches, these connections, are on another level. The heat from your fingertips and lips seems scorching and the sensations are traveling to places that you aren’t even close to touching. Your scent appears to have changed since this exploration began, it feels more potent, it is overwhelming and stirring fires that shouldn’t be ignited, but he can’t help but drink it in, filling his lungs to capacity with you.

· Your fingers circle down to brush across his textured cheek before they glide back to pass over those shell-less ears. Your pout continues its expedition of his pebbled face, moving from the bridge of his brow, sliding a sensual line down his pronounced snout and placing a feathery kiss at the tip between his wide set nostrils. You lean your forehand to his as the two of you try to steady your breaths, your eyes closed, enjoying the moment of closeness and intimacy for the first time.

· Finally, you pull back and survey his face, your eyes connecting with his as if you were touching his soul, “Leo, you’re beautiful. Even saying that seems…inadequate for how much you move my heart”. You watch his cerulean eyes turn soft before he asks, “What did I do to deserve you?”.

· Again, you lean in and place another kiss to his lips. This time your efforts are met with eager reciprocation. Gone are the tentative pecks that he used on you in the past, now his mouth actively seeks full connection with yours. You can feel his hot breath escaping from between his lips that are parting more and more with each pass of each caress. As you start to pull away again, aiming to continue your praising of his body, you swear you feel a small nip to your bottom lip followed by a slight rumble through his chest.

· Smiling at that your plan for pushing the intimacy boundary has gone so well, you pry his left hand off your right hip to continue assisting with getting him ready for his shower. Still keeping eye contact with him, you lift his large hand to your face and place a prolonged kiss to each of his three fingertips before you start to unwind the sports tape that is encasing his palm and his wrist. As you unravel the bindings you place a kiss to each newly uncovered surface. Your nurturing efforts earn you another interesting rumble from his chest, this vibration sounds more enduring in length, almost like a purr.

· Leo swears his heart stops each time your rosy lips touch a fingertip. His eyes watching the movement of your tasteful petals stroke across the surface of his digitals. Tension setups in his body with each press of your pout and things twitch each time sensual suckling sound leaves your mouth. He berates his body for betraying him and dishonoring you as you show him such adoration. He tries to keep his thoughts from straying too far from respect, but good heavens your lips look and feel too inviting…the thoughts find a way in not matter how hard he tries to deny them.

· As you finish your kissing of his palm and wrist of his left hand, you slide your hands up the rest of his arm, becoming aware of the rippling tension in his forearm, circling over the angle of his elbow, allowing your own palms to ride the waves of his large tricep and bicep, smoothing him over as you go. As you reach his left shoulder, the left arm that you just stroked and petted, loops around your hips and pulls you in close. His head lowers down to snuggle into your abdomen, almost in defeat. Leo can’t take it anymore; he feels a natural, primal need to bury himself in you somehow and the most honorable way that he can think of doing that is to embed his snout into you and breathe you in as deeply as he can.

· As Leo hides his face into your midsection, you pull his right hand loose from your body and begin to fawn over it as you did his left. Each inch of tape that is untied, unwound, and bestowed with a kiss has Leo feeling more bound to you. He senses you stealing parts of him soul with each touch of endearment. As your hands slide up his arm, the muscles tense and flex, begging for attention. Each kiss you plant to his textured skin earns a graveled, desperate vocalization from interred terrapin.

· When you reach his right shoulder, you are now fully encircled by two massive arms and his face is refusing to leave your stomach. Every now and then, as he nuzzles his head around, giving into to ancient, primitive desires to mark you and cover himself with your scent, trying to dig deeper into you, he places at kiss to your tummy which shoots electricity straight down to your core. Your unique perfume is starting to become noticeable, which is not helping Leo’s predicament at all.

· As you stand fully trapped in his arms, his head dug into you as deep as he can push without causing you pain, you can feel him panting, growling, and even at times you think you pick up the sound of whining. To soothe you turtle beau, you run your nails up and down and across his shell. The action causing reverberation through his boney carapace, which flows down his back and creeps up his neck, soothing and tickling all at the same time, for a turtle it is a petting akin to ecstasy.

· As you hear his panting ease and feel the tension in his shoulders and arms subside, you cup the back of his bald head to your abdomen with your right hand, cradling him there for comfort, allowing him to rest and just be close and held by you. Your left hand runs itself over the back of his shoulders and on the delicate skin hiding underneath his shell, stroking him down from the high. It’s a moment of intimacy you never want to end. It feels so natural, so right.

· Eventually, his head dips, the top of his cobblestoned head taking the space where his face was embedded into you and you hear him whisper toward the floor, “I love you”. Your body gives a little shake from the chuckle that moves through you and as you pet the back of his head and neck, “I love you too, Leo.”. Mission successful.

· Finally, he lifts his gaze and holds your stare as he stands from the bed. Your eyes follow him obediently, never breaking contact. He’s towering over you, looking down at your petite form, and then pulls you in for a hug. Your body molds into his, touching as many surfaces, at once, that you can touch. Relishing the connection, the lack of limits and boundaries. You feel his hard form encircling you, protecting you, cherishing you.

· “I don’t want to let you go”, Leo whispers into the top of your head. Again, you give a small chuckle and tell him, “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. Go get your shower. I’ll be here when you get back.”.

· You hear a resigned sigh from above you, you feel his fingers under your chin, demanding that it lift. Your face follows the silent command, and your lips are met with kiss so full of passion and love that it steals your breath away. Before he pulls back completely, he gives one of those cute pecks to the tip of your nose, “Okay, I’ll be right back.”.

· You watch the other half of your soul grab his towel from a hook on the wall and leave the room with a profound look back, his eyes telling you without a doubt that he’ll always be with you.

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Vergil, despite all the horrors that happened throughout his life, he kept his childhood book.

I have a twin brother, sir. We fight over things often, so I have to write my name on things to make them truly mine.

A book he constantly used to hide from Dante so the latter wouldn't touch it, let along borrow it. A book he loves as much as Yamato.

However, he had no second thoughts about it when he decided to give the book to Nero.

🔹️We all know that Vergil's social skills are not exactly his forte, and who can expect otherwise when he spent almost all his life in the underworld?

I'm sure the news of having a son was a shock, but he tried to at least give Nero something special that belonged solely to him. No Yamato, because he would need it to fight in the underworld, but the second special thing that kept him sane for the past thirty years.

Hoping the next time Vergil and Nero meet, his son would have kept the book. Because then Vergil would understand if his son wants to have him in his life or not.

Vちゃんのお尻にキスしたい… 🖤🙈 ↳ : デビル メイ クライ DEVIL MAY CRY 5

↳ Marco Bodt in the new short

Garrett Hedlund as BENNY MILLER Triple Frontier (2019)

Devil May Cry 5 - V

TMNT Donatello X Reader: Hoodie Thief

Summary: Donatello is simultaneously in awe and unimpressed by your hoodie stealing abilities.

REQUEST: How would the brothers react to having the S/O steal their hoodies CONSTANTLY? Like, they can't take their eyes off the hoodie or them for more than five seconds or their S/O will have the hoodie on, even if the brothers were wearing it beforehand, curled up somewhere and happily warm. If asked why they keep stealing it, they simply shrug and tell them, "It's warm and smells like you. Makes me feel safe."

A/N: I need to start writing shorter fics so here we go.

Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: it's. just. fluff.

He had first noticed the sudden decrease in his sweater cache after the tragic loss of his favorite hoodie.

It was purple, cut around Donnie's shell neatly AND had an Einstein meme on it, thus making it the holy grail of all hoodies and a sacred item in his wardrobe.

This truly was amongst one of the last situations he would have ever predicted to find himself in. But as he watched you, curled into a tight ball on the couch and seemingly drowning in that purple hoodie, he concluded that the sight warmed him more than the fabric ever could.

Thus, Donatello affectionately decided that he would let you borrow it for the night.

And that logic was all well and good- except that his clothing never came back. It was all but reclaimed by a small (in comparison to him, anyway) human that wore the hoodie as a smug trophy, pairing it with an equally as smug smirk.

Don drew the line when you stole his replacement hoodie not even five minutes after he had unwrapped the package.

"How?" The purple-clad turtle exclaimed in disbelief, throwing his hands to the sky. "How could you have stolen that and put it on during the three. Freaking. Seconds. That I looked away for?"

You stretched out lazily on the couch, preening beneath his wide, golden gaze. A slow smile twisted your lips upwards at his rare expression of sheer and utter bewilderment.

"You tell me," you drawled coyly, "you're the ninja."

Donatello opted to keep his mouth shut, thoughts venturing into dangerous waters by the sneaky smile that now graced your lips.

"Don't take it personal, Brains," you shot him a playful wink. "Nobody gets in between me and a hoodie."

Donnie's breath faltered at the sight and he swallowed hard to collect his thoughts. "Okay," he said slowly. "But why don't you take my brothers' hoodies?"

He had expected you to explain that you liked to pick on him and torture him with your antics. He hadn't expected you to look away shyly and hesitate.

Finally, with a shrug that he knew was not as nonchalant as you made it out to be, you replied. "I steal yours because they're warm."

Don paused for a nanosecond, mentally structuring his argument that they're made of the same fabric and thus would all provide the same level of warmth. However, as usual, you managed to implode his mind with a mere sentence.

"And because they smell like you."

Donatello's heart leapt into his throat as he stared at you for a long moment, rapidly forming an intelligent response. "Oh."

I couldn’t hold back || J.K.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Mentions of death, bad language

“The name of that good friend of yours, that one you told me about. Oh right, it’s Marco.”

Your eyes bored into the bowl of stew held in your hands, doing your best to remain calm through this conversation.

“You said Annie was involved in his death, didn’t you?”

You didn’t need to look over at Jean to know he was scowling. Marco’s death had taken a toll on both of you, finding out Annie was involved was even harder.

“Have you asked about it yet? The truth behind his death.”

Your head flashed up, eyes snapping between Yelena and Annie quickly. You hadn’t, truthfully, You didn’t think Jean had either. Up until now, you weren’t sure you really wanted to know. The point of it was Marco was dead, you didn’t need to know the details.

“I took off Marco’s ODM gear.” Annie spoke before anyone could inquire more information. “That’s why a titan ate-“ Reiner cut her off.

“Annie was only following my orders.”

The anger in your chest burned, bubbling under the surface. You could’ve assumed he’d have something to do with it as well, but hearing the words come out of his mouth was a different experience entirely.

“Marco overheard a secret conversation I had with Bertholdt. In fear of our cover being blown, I thought the best way to silence him was to have a titan kill him. I slammed Marco into a roof while in the air. And while I held him down, I had Annie take off his ODM gear. Marco was stuck there until a titan ate him.”

It was deathly quiet as Reiner finished, no one quite able to believe what they were hearing. You felt sick, you were furious. You couldn’t bring yourself to look back at either of them, knowing what they’d done to Marco.

“Did Marco say anything at the very end?” Jean spoke up, eyes trained at the fire in front of him. His tone was hard, cold, his body language seemed stiff, almost like a wall.

“He asked why I wasn’t willing to talk to him.” You looked towards him then, meeting Reiner’s eyes for the first time in years. There was nothing but pure regret in them, and it made something twist deep within your stomach.

“I think that question still applies. We hardly tried to talk, we all just kept fighting, assuming it had to be to the death,” You said finally. Your gaze fell back onto your stew as if suddenly uninterested, unable to maintain eye contact.

“I stood and watched the titan as it devoured Marco and then a switch flipped and I couldn’t figure out why it was happening. I just snapped. I flew into a rage, hellbent on avenging Marco. I cut down the titan myself.”

Your grip on the bowl tightened, your body stiffening at Reiner’s words. Anger fired up again in your blood, fueling a burning sensation behind your eyes that made you want to scream.

“We get it, Reiner. You feel guilty and it screwed with your head,” you snapped, your fingers digging further into the bowl, your glare focused only on the blonde man across from you.

“Don’t forgive me. I’m truly worthless.”

It was silent for another few seconds, Reiner’s eyes refusing to meet yours, but the tension was thick. You were on the verge of exploding when he spoke again.

“I’m sorry.”

You were moving in an instant, your half empty bowl of stew thrown to the side, your body moving towards Reiner before you could even register it.

“Y/N!” Hange’s yell fell on deaf ears as you lunged forward, tackling Reiner to his back. You barely registered your fists connecting to his face, your mind buzzing, eyes seeing red.

He made no move to fight back, your hits only stopping when Mikasa grabbed your wrist. “Stop!” You looked over your shoulder, sending a harsh glare up at the girl before yanking your arm out of her grasp.

“Listen to me, Reiner,” you spoke, turning back on the man under you in a flash, your hand roughly grabbing his shirt to force him to look at you.

“You lied to me, for years. You made me fall in love with you and then broke my heart in the worst way possible. You killed how many innocent people? How many scouts? People I knew, people I cared about. And now I can add Marco to that list. My best friend! Now, you’re gonna sit there and try to apologize? After everything you put me through?! I’ll act civil until we stop Eren. But after that, if I ever see your face again, I’ll fucking kill you,” you growled, glaring into Reiner’s eyes, a level of anger you’d never felt before flowing through your veins.

His eyes widened slightly, as he processed what you had just said. The rage inside of you was something you didn’t know how to handle. The need to hurt Reiner overwhelmed everything else, even logic. It was like an instinct. One you could hardly deny.

But you released him, standing and stalking off from the group, ignoring the calls of your name as you did. You needed time alone to process all this. To calm down. Time away from Reiner and the constant reminder of all those you had lost because of his actions.

You hadn’t noticed the footsteps following closely behind you, not until you heard the familiar voice cut into the silence.

“You got him pretty good.” Jean’s tone held a bit of amusement, but there was concern hidden beneath his words. You knew Jean well, if you hadn’t blown up on Reiner, it was likely he would’ve. He cared about Marco just as much as you did, you knew he was angry too. He had just gotten better at masking it.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like that.” You turned to meet his gaze, his eyes soft, his expression kind. He was worried about you.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been that angry,” you replied, shrugging lightly. “I know I probably shouldn’t have done that, but I couldn’t stop myself. I’ve wanted to see him again for so long, just to yell at him. But hearing him talk about Marco, I couldn’t hold back.”

Jean nodded thoughtfully, running a hand though his hair. His gaze wandered towards the ground as he thought. Then he looked back at you. “I thought it was hot, honestly, but that’s just me.”

You met his eyes again, a second passing before a small laugh left your lips. You grinned at each other for a moment before breaking out into laughter together.

The laughter soon died down, Jean’s arms moving to pull you into his chest. You sighed into his body, melting into him as you dug my face into his shoulder. Your heart calmed itself, settling against the comforting warmth of Jean.

“Are you alright?” Jean asked softly. You could feel his breath ghost across your head as he spoke. “Yeah, I think I am. Just exhausted, honestly.”

As Jean pulled back to check on me, you smiled weakly, his fingers reaching up to push back some stray hairs around your face. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours. Your hands moved automatically to rest on his waist and you felt his hands cup your cheeks gently as he closed the distance between you.

Our kiss was light, yet filled with emotion. You could sense the sincerity of it, in the way Jean held you tightly and pressed himself closer. Our lips were moving rhythmically, your breaths mingling together. His thumbs stroked circles over your cheeks, soothing your nerves. You relaxed further into his touch, sinking deeper into his embrace and basking in the moment.

When you finally pulled apart, your bodies remained close, both unwilling to let go. Your cheek rested gently on his shoulder, holding him tight. He ran a hand lightly up and down your back, his touch reassuring.

“Thank you. For being here, with me.” Your voice was slightly muffled, still pressed against his body.

“Of course. Always.” His arms wrapped tighter around you. I could hear his heartbeat slowly starting to steady, his breathing calming once more.