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Hitting the road-TG Caption
Danny pulled into Jackson's driveway. He shut off the car and opened the door. “I'll be right back, I'm going to go get him.” Danny said to Tyler who was sitting in the backseat eating a Twizzler.
“Alright,” he said munching on the red string. “Can you leave the radio on though?”
Danny put the key back into ignition and turned it to the radio setting.
“Yeah, I'll be back,”
Danny closed the door leaving Tyler in the car. Danny walked to the front door and knocked. He waited for a second then opened the door. “Mr. and Mrs. Styles, I'm here to pick up Jackson!!”
The living room TV was blaring the Spongebob theme song. Jackson's little sisters were sitting on the rug watching the intro. One of his sisters, Jenny, caught Danny walking in.
“Hey Danny!” She screamed.
Danny's other sister Jessica turned and joined in as well. “Hey Danny!”
Danny smiled and waved. “Hey Jessica and
Words in hugs and cuddles
Hey loved it when Donnie and he would cuddle. Yes they were older now, with Donnie being 11 and Mikey being 10. Yet somehow he still enjoyed the feelings he got when Donnie and he would huddle against each and cuddle. To feel Donnie’s arms around his shoulders holding him, shielding him, keeping him safe. It filled his chest with warm and happiness. It made him giggle and shift, trying to get Donnie to hold him tighter, while Donnie would giggle and do just that; wrapping his arms around his little brother even tighter.
“I like Donnie hugs.”
Behind him Donnie squeezed him a little tighter, while leaning in to nuzzle the side of his face. “and I like giving them to you.”
Again he giggled; this time from Donnie’s warm breath which tickled his neck and made him squirm. Making Donnie lean in and begin to tickle his sides.
Mikey squirmed, twisted and writhed. Doing his best to get away from h
Words In Anger (part 1)
It had been an accident. He hadn’t meant for it to happen. He’d just thought……..if he could help Donnie with his experiment then maybe Donnie wouldn’t be so stressed all the time. He’d tried to be careful, shuffling around Donnie’s lab picking up the loose papers and diagrams, doing his best to put the ones that seemed to go together in the same piles. He hadn’t even seen the viles of chemicals, hadn’t purposefully backed into them or knocked them over spilling their contents all over the floor.
“oh shit….oh shit….oh shit.”
He tried to clean the mess up, grabbing a rag to soak up the chemicals which had begun to smoke. As the rag soaked up the colored liquid it began to heat up, getting hotter and hotter until he found it had become too hot to hold. he dropped the rag cursing at himself as he blew on his burned hand.
He yelped in fear as the rag burst into flames, which began
words while sick
Mikey watched as in front of him Donnie coughed for a moment before letting out a gentle wheeze. “sorry……can't play……today.”
Mikey shook his head, “Downy be better.”
As he spoke he leaned over making sure the small blanket that was draped over his older brother covered as much of him as it could. Under the blankets Donnie smiled weakly. “I’ll…..be ok…… need rest.”
Behind him Mikey felt Leo and Raph shift, “we leave you now Donnie. Get better.”
Donnie nodded and closed his eyes, doing his best to draw in deep breaths but only succeeding in making himself cough more.
Mike felt his brother’s touch his shoulder, trying to get him to follow them out of the room. But he ignored them, shrugging off their touches as he moved in closer to Donnie. “help?”
Donnie opened an eye and looked at him. “m…Mikey?”
Mikey nodded, “how help?”
Donnie smiled wea
Forbidden Night - Hiccup X Reader - Part 9“You belong to me, _____…”
You tossed your head to the side, letting out a weak sob.
“D-Dagur…stop this…” you whimpered, letting out a cry as you felt the Berserker’s teeth against your neck, biting you roughly. You struggled against him, but for some reason, your entire body felt numb. You couldn’t move.
“I don’t think you’re in the position to be making demands…” he growled, leaving your neck and moving his lips to your ear.
The words sent a chill through your body, and your eyes began to sting terribly as the tears began to fall.
“I’m…I’m not a traitor, I-”
“_____, the traitor. By the Gods, how can you even stand to look at yourself?! You’re pathetic! How dare you ally with that stupid beast?! You’re no better than the dragons!”
You sobbed loudly, desperately trying to get free from the man’s grasp. No matt
Roscoe the Chubby Naga and Emily Role-Play: 4
"That...is true." He hoped that was the case then. "Thank you. I do feel better a bit." His eyes widened though as he heard curses in the distance and a loud thunk. He could guess who that was. Roscoe immediately stood up and headed in the direction for the grumbling/hissing voice. Eventually, he came upon Hendrick that was grasping his tail that was bleeding once again. The lean naga glared up at him.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
"Um...I'd like to help y-."
"I'VE HAD PLENTY OF HELP FROM YOU AND THAT LITTLE WITCH. AND SHE DIDN'T EVEN FIX ME." Hendrick hissed some more and curled the tail around himself instinctively. He muttered, "All I wanted was a little bear, but nope. A mamma bear had to be nearby. Dumb luck."
Emily had ran after Roscoe when he slithered off, but frowns when she saw Hendrick. She was more infuriated at his comment and storms up next to him, "I told you to rest! Of course you're bleeding again with all the movement you wer
Every Breath You Take || Ch. 8Berwyn wasn't a large town, and in a church this size, everyone seemed to know each other. Except for those two strangers sitting in the fifth pew. The two bulky men watched the speaker with unshakable scrutiny.
"So many times, God has taken extremes into new context. Bringing the darkness into His glorious light." Pastor Simmons gripped the podium enthusiastically as he voiced his sermon. "The ungodly Samaritan is the admiral protagonist. The prodigal son honored more than his righteous, loyal brother. And the tiniest mustard seed, equated with weeds, can move mountains with a droplet of faith."
Sam saw Dean roll his eyes in her peripheral vision. He sent him a tight lipped smile, hoping his brother could be patient enough not to disturb the parishioners. Still, though, he could understand his discomfort. They were being stared at by a new face every two seconds... Like they had come in covered head to toe in dirt or something.
At least it felt like that.
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