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#+ 'so check it out mikey' and 'wait a minute who wants to know
kisakis-boyfriend · 8 months
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Mikey as your cockwarmer 💛
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Pairings: Mikey x reader
Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Mikey, cockwarming (duh), teasing, dacryphilia
Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot
Author's Note: Your honor, I love Mikey so much omg. He's THE whole reason I got into tokyo rev in the first place. I hope I did my baby justice :')
Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!
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It was you who brought up this idea first. You'd mentioned it to Mikey a few times, trying to gauge his reaction. You've fantasized about this for a while now, and finally tonight you'd sweet-talked him into trying it...
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It was a simple challenge, he just had to sit still while you two watched a movie together. Easy peasy...except the moment your fat cock was finally buried within him, Mikey felt the difficulty of this challenge set in
“Everything feel alright?” You asked him. You could already tell that he was going to have trouble with this as his pulse increased and his nails dug into your arms
“F-fine” He said, chest practically heaving just from the initial penetration. You really expect him not to think about being stuffed full of you?! He's supposed to just sit here and not try to fuck himself on your dick?!
He tried to focus on the movie, really, but every few minutes you would ‘adjust yourself’ (he knew you were doing it on purpose. He could feel you smirk against his neck every time you moved.) It didn't help that this was one of his favorite positions either. Him sitting in your lap, back pressed against your chest, head resting on your shoulder, your arms wrapped around his waist, snuggled up together. Yeah you were taller than him anyways, but this position made him feel so small... and if he was being honest, he enjoyed the vulnerability and protection of being held by you
Your teasing stopped for a bit, and for a while he was able to relax, completely forgetting that you were balls deep inside of him. That is, until you spread his legs open...
“H-hey! Y/n?!” Mikey gasped. He tried closing his legs, but you placed a hand firmly on his thigh and pried them back apart. Cute little moans and whimpers escaped his lips. He tried twisting his torso slightly, burying his face against your neck. His squirming brought his attention back to your dick buried inside of him, eliciting more whines and making him squirm even more
Your hand rubbed down to his hip, squeezing his inner thigh and lightly scratching him with your nails. Touching every inch of skin around his dick, but not touching it directly, cruelly teasing him while he's helpless in your lap
As much as you enjoyed seeing him like this, all subby and whiny, this was a challenge for you too. He was so fucking tight around you, his walls squeezing your dick juuust right... you really had to fight the urge to grab his hips and start pounding that cute ass
Luckily, you had some kind of restraint tonight, if only to see how much more you could break Mikey before he either gave up and begged you to just fuck him already, or before he became your dumb little doll from so much teasing and edging. Either way, you were going to have fun with this
“Ya know, if you keep teasing me like this I won't be able to hold still...” Mikey said in between moans. You only chuckled in response, sending a shiver down his spine. Your hands continued to explore his body, delicate touches yet firm squeezes causing his head to spin. He'd get too excited and start rolling his hips only for you to slap his thigh or harshly grab his hips to keep him in place
You slipped a hand under his shirt and began to play with his chest, making him arch his back and grind down on your cock. “Aah! Ngh- w-wait that's... I-” Mikey stuttered out
Your breath tickled his ear as you whispered, “What's wrong, doll? Gonna give up?” You grabbed his erect dick and began lazily stroking it, making him cry out and buck his hips. “You can handle this, right?”
Mikey quickly shook his head ‘yes’. On one hand, he wanted you to quit teasing him, to forego this dumb, torturous challenge and just fuck him already! On the other hand, all of this felt so good... please just keep touching him, don't take your hands off please
You continued stroking him, suddenly speeding up and causing him to gasp, before slowing down or even stopping just to hear him whine, precum dripping all over his dick and making lewd, wet sounds. The hand that was groping his chest now held his chin, tilting his head so that you could mark up his neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh and leaving countless hickies for the rest of Toman's captains to tease him about later
Mikey could barely think straight anymore, he was still trying so hard not to move his hips, to be good for you and sit still, but your cock was throbbing inside of him. He needed for you to fuck him so badly... make him your little fleshlight and cumdump and make him yours. “Pl-ease...I can't t-take it anymore...” he panted, “I-I give up... need you t'fuck me...”
Mikey felt you scoff against his neck before your answer, “No.” His eyes widened, breath hitching at your cold response. “We have 20 minutes left. You're going to hold out until then.” You wrapped your hand around his throat, the other continuing to stroke his dick, occasionally twisting your wrist, making Mikey squeak
Tears rolled down his cheeks, falling on to your hand as you kept your grip on his throat, just tight enough to assert dominance, but not enough to really choke him. “No... please, use me” he choked out between sobs “Please...” Your only response was another scoff
Mikey had never felt so powerless, his begging was useless and he didn't know what else he could do to get you to give him what he needed... He's been stretched around your cock for over an hour now, his own cock painfully hard and abused by your edging. He's been so good for you this whole time...and you're still going to make him wait until the movie is over 🥺 He knew you'd give him what he wanted eventually, and that you'd take good care of him afterwards with lots of praise and kisses and cuddles, but right now this is just pure torture!
Finally, the credits rolled and Mikey tapped your wrist, whining as he tried to look at you. You released your hold on his throat and kissed his cheek before whispering, “Good boy”
Relief washed over his features as you placed your hands on his hips and started humping up into him. Mikey moaned your name as if it was a prayer, thankful that you were granting him the relief he so desperately needed
You lifted him up until just the tip was inside of him, only to slam him back down again and again, pounding him like he wanted so badly. His sweet cries of pleasure fueled you to go deeper and faster until you came inside of him, causing him to cum soon after. You stayed inside of him for a few minutes, making sure your cum didn't leak out, before you pulled out and felt him go limp in your arms
You both sat there, coming down from your highs together. You lazily held his hand, rubbing your thumb across his skin, feeling him squeeze your hand before he turned around in your lap and nuzzled into your chest
You'd deal with cleanup in a bit, right now you just wanted to sit here with Mikey in your arms and feel his steadying heartbeat against you
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infoactionratio7 · 8 months
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call it fate, call it carmen pt. 2 - c. berzatto
summary: carmy gives a small tour of the neighborhood to the pretty girl he met in the cafe, they realize they could get used to eachother.
pairing: carmen berzatto x fem! teacher! reader
word count: 2,657
note: carmy talking about mikey, cursing, a lot of describing food and restaurants in chicago! not really proofread, excuse any mistakes pls. could be read as a stand alone but you can read part one here! read part 3 here!
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thursday afternoon -
The only thing anyone could hear was the sound of second graders screaming, the music you had put on was drowned out by them yelling your name and playing around the large art classroom. Some of them were running up to you with their finished drawings, wanting to show you the finished pieces. You checked the clock, fifteen minutes until three, fifteen minutes until you were free from the kids screaming, and fifteen minutes until you could see Carmy again.
The last time you saw him was at The Beef, when he had given you his number and a free dinner. One of the most delicious dinners you had the pleasure of eating in an extremely long time. You couldn't stop thinking about it. And you couldn't stop thinking about him, he was pretty, and even that was an understatement.
You were pulled out of your thoughts of the talented chef by a tug on your pants, looking down a little girl was holding a painting up above her head trying to show it to you and get your attention.
"Miss, I tried to paint the Mona Lisa." You had taught the class about some famous artworks today, and they were tasked with the job of recreating their favorite one.
"Well Iris, that is a beautiful version of the Mona Lisa!" You smiled, taking the painting out of her outstretched hands, crouching down to her eye level. "You know, I think I like it better than the original. I'm going to hang it on our wall if that is alright with you."
Iris's eyes lit up, "Oh, yes Miss I'm so excited!" She giggled and went to sit back down at her assigned seat in the classroom. Proud to tell her classmates she was getting her art hung up on the wall.
You checked the time again, ten minutes to three. The student's teacher would be coming soon to pick them up and get them out of the art room. You clapped twice, a sign the students needed to stop and listen, instructing them to clean up any of the supplies they were using, the classroom got quiet. The only sounds were the pitter patter of feet and the students putting away their pencils, paper, and pushing in their chairs to line up. Their teacher was at the door waiting and you gave her the sheet detailing what the students did in art class to give to the parents. As the students filed out of the room you were met with many cheery goodbyes and well wishes to have a good rest of the day. Waving to the students, you closed the door and took a breath, looking around the classroom.
There was a soft buzz that came from your desk, situated by a tall window filled with small stained glass projects some of your older students had completed. You made your way to the desk, relaxing into your plush chair and picking up your phone,
from: carmen
'hey, headed out of the restaurant. meet you in front of school at 3'
A smile blossomed on your face, excited to see what exactly the man had in store for the day ahead of you. Neither of you had really specified if this was exactly what someone might call a date, but it might as well be. After that sunday night, you had called the blue eyed chef every night since then, telling him about your day and the new restaurants or cafes you had tried. Some good, some bad, but none hit the spot like that lucious slice of chocolate cake you had eaten almost a week prior from Carmy's kitchen. He had told you a pastry chef named Marcus made it, and you told him that you would have to meet the man who makes the sinful slice of cake.
With both of your schedules being so demanding, there was never a spare moment for him to do as he promised and show you around the city. The two of you finally settled on a calm thursday afternoon, blocking out the whole night and dedicating it to the man you just couldn't wait to see again.
The school bell ringing over the loudspeakers alerted you that three had finally come and you could get out of the school and breath in the crisp winter air. You put on your puffy coat, one you had had for years after going to college on the east coast, you needed all the warmth you could get. The bag you brought with you to school had not been the typical one you usually had, knowing you would be going out with Carmy that night. You opted for a simple tote with your trusty sketchbook and pencil, and any other essentials you might need to use at any time in the upcoming evening.
Turning off all the lights, and locking your classroom door, you were met with the screams and giggles of the elementary students who were leaving the school to go home. They were just as excited as you were. You followed the crowd, exiting through the front steps of the school you heard your name being called by a soft child's voice. You looked up and saw Iris, pulling an adult who looked just like her, you assumed it was her parent. Iris caught up with you, letting go of her parents hand and hugging your leg,
"I just wanted to say goodbye to you Miss, I had such a fun time in art class today I am so excited to show my parents what I did in class!" She let go and looked up at you with a toothy grin.
Smiling at her parent then glancing back down at the little girl you remarked. "Well Iris I am just as excited that you had such a fun time in class, I can't wait to see you again next thursday." You waved goodbye to the little girl and turned around to see Carmy. Lounging on the stone fence next to the school, with one hand in his pocket and one hand holding a crinkled up brown takeout bag. He was wearing a wool checkered jacket and black work pants, with his signature Boston Birkenstocks (not his work shoes, but the ones he bought for everyday wear after he saw Fak wearing them one family holiday). As he looked up from the sidewalk he caught your eyes and you could feel your face get warm, you couldn't believe you had just met the man less than a week before. It seemed like fate, starting your new job and moving into the city, happening to stumble across this brilliant chef you still had so much to learn about.
You walked over to where he was standing and he stood up to his full height, holding out the brown paper bag, "I thought we could start at the park, nobody will be there cause of the cold." He shuffled his feet scanning your figure as your stopped in front of him.
"Yeah. Yeah that would be great Carmen" You smiled grabbing the bag from his outstretched hand, "What's in here?"
"Um it's from this cafe just around the corner on West Oak, Doma. It's a uh, Croatian Cafe" He rubbed the back of his neck, seemingly anxious to tell you about whatever might be inside the bag. "They opened around 2020 and have some really cool food. I um- I know the owners, got a chocolate croissant and baklava. They're some of my favorite pastries in the city." You opened the bag, smelling the sweet butter and honey that was combining from the two pastries, still warm, insulated from the cold in the bag.
You closed the bag, holding it by your side, "They smell heavenly, do you wanna walk to the park?"
He nodded and turned around, toward one of the many parks in River North. You thought for a second and decided to loop your arm through his own still in his coat pocket. He didn't seem to be expecting any physical touch, flinching before relaxing into your touch. He looked looked at you with a relaxed smile then started walking.
It was a beautiful snowy day, the night before there had been flurries of snow, leaving a blanket of white across the city. You could see your breath in front of you as you exhaled, "So, tell me a little bit about Chicago, have you been here long?"
He nodded, you could see the gold of the chain hidden in his shirt peeking out against his smooth skin, "I was uh, I was born here, yeah. When I was around 19, I moved out to New York, worked in a ton of restaurants there tryin to uh, sorta work my way up." He paused as you came up to a corner, and hit the arrow to cross the street. The walk sign flashed on the street corner. You looked both ways on the street and kept walking.
"Eventually, I got to this place called Eleven Madison Park. That was when um, I got my award. But uh, that's around the same time Mikey, my brother he was an addict, killed himself." He took a deep breath as the two of you walked into the park and found a picnic bench free of snow, under a small covered area. You both sat down, you across from Carmy, and opened the bag with the pastries, placing them on the table in front of you.
"Oh god Carmen, I had no idea, Jesus." You were shocked, you had never expected for him to open up to you so quickly. He picked up the chocolate croissant and took a bite shrugging, "You don't have to call me Carmen you know, everyone calls me Carmy." He looked to you expectantly, waiting for a response.
"I like it, it makes you sound more mature," you met his gaze, softly smiling as he shook his head and laughed. "I can't believe you, ya know, calling me by my legal name just because you think it seems more mature." You shrugged, taking the croissant from his hands and bringing it to your lips. You could smell the sweet chocolate and see the delicate lamination throughout the pastry. You bit into it and knew that Carmy knew what he was doing. He hadn't even made this but it was delicious, and if he had a good taste for food, his food must be even more delicious. Thinking back to the dinner he had given you, there was no question he was a master in his craft. He watched as you melted into the pastry, looking at him with eyes full of adoration for him and the croissant you had just taken a bite of.
"You like it huh," You nod and moan out a yes, "Knew you would, now you gotta try this baklava."
He offered up the fork he had gotten a bite of the desert on for you to taste, he brought it up to your mouth and nudged it to your lips. They seemed to open on command as he brought the pastry into your mouth. You closed your lips around the fork, taking the flavors of the pastry in as he pulled the fork from your lips.
"Fuck me Carmen" You couldn't contain yourself, it was mouth wateringly delicious. It was probably the best desert you had ever put into your mouth, apart from the chocolate cake you had that past sunday night. "Jesus how did you even save any while you were waiting for me? That was fucking amazing." He was beaming, proud you loved the desert so much. This was his love language, food, the one thing in his life he could have some control over. He had been waiting for this night since the second you texted him about taking you on a tour of the city. He thought the food tour would be the best. It was such a simple gesture, him picking out these restaurants for the two of you to try and experience together, but it meant everything to him and soon he hoped it would mean everything to you.
"I'm officially impressed, I don't think anything could top this. How the hell are you going to top this Carmen?" He glanced up at you through his thick lashes, "You know, I'm not too sure."
He took another bite of the croissant, "That was the best reaction to a pastry I've ever seen. I'm intrigued to see what you think of the rest of the places tonight."
"Well if they are even close to being as good as this, I can tell you that I'm going to go home very satisfied tonight." Taking the last bite of the baklava and putting your trash into the brown paper bag, you watched as Carmy pulled out his phone. He was looking at a list in his notes app, you tried to sneak a peak but he pulled the screen just out of your vision. He wanted to keep the next stops a surprise.
"Alright," He met your gaze, "Do you want to do appetizers or drinks first?" You contemplated the question, knowing that it would be better if you ate some more before you had any drinks. That's the best way to keep yourself clear minded around the handsome chef, you didn't need any slips of the tongue embarrassing you in front of him.
"Hmm, appetizers?" You were unsure of your answer but he nodded, making your choice seem like a good one. Standing up he grabbed the remains of your pastries, throwing them into the brown takeout bag, and tossing the whole thing into the trash. You stood in quick succession with him. Knowing he wanted to get going so the two of you could continue with the night he planned so meticulously. As you stood up next to him, he outstretched his tattooed hand, implying he wanted you to take it.
You flushed, realizing his intentions, and slipped your cold fingers into his. His grip was firm, but kind, the two of your hands slotting together perfectly. You shot him a smile, he returned it and started walking onto the sidewalk, pulling you along with him. Your joined hands were creating a perfect amount of warmth that shot straight into your stomach, making you feel fuzzy inside. You could walk around this city forever with him, he just had this aura around him, making everything feel so warm.
The two of you walked through the streets, making your way to the next stop on his mini food tour of River North. He told you all about his siblings, taking over the restaurant, and learning about all the chefs who worked in The Beef. You could tell that he cared so deeply for his craft and for each and every person he surrounded himself with. You told him about your move to the city, why you came here, moving out of your hometown had been hard, but you think you found a quiet sense of home in this large city. You didn't mention that he was that quiet sense of home, but he didn't need to know that. It took about ten minutes to get to the next stop, Carmy stopping suddenly and dropping your hand.
Looking to your left, you saw a large line of people waiting to enter a restaurant on a street corner, illuminated with warm lights hanging from the ceiling, and intricate architecture. Carmy walked up to the host, standing at the door letting people in, had a short conversation, then turned back to you. He lifted his hand for you to take, leading you into the restaurant. You were met with a burst of warmth and the smell of bone broth overwhelming you.
This was going to be an amazing night.
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another note: i hope you guys enjoy this little mini series, i'm just doing it for some fun! i would totally recommend trying some of these places if you are from chicago or happen to be going there for any reason. they all are so amazing! i'm going to write at least one more part for this to just wrap it up! thank u all ♡ .
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haddonfieldwhore · 8 months
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sweet dreams - mike schmidt
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mike schmidt x gn!reader
pt.1 here
warnings: a bit more angst, nightmares, brief mention of blood, i don’t know fnaf lore super well so if anything is inaccurate i apologize!! i’m trying my best
word count: 965
groaning as the alarm on your phone blared for the second time, you rubbed your eyes as you sat up in bed. reaching for the screaming device, you shut off the ringer and looked at the time - 5:45. shit, you thought, jumping up out of bed, nearly slipping as the covers tangled around your feet. mikes car was in the shop for a flat tire and you were going to be late to pick him up from work. sliding on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, you threw one of mikes hoodies over your torso and sorted out your hair quickly before grabbing you phone and bag and running out the door. the cold weather prickled at your skin and you pulled the sweater tighter around yourself, the faintest scent of mikes cologne wafting into your nose. it was only about a 10 minute drive to the pizzeria, but still you were cutting it close and didn’t want to leave your boyfriend standing outside. starting your car, you turned the heat up to keep the cold morning air off of your tired body.
as you pulled into the parking lot, you noticed mike already sitting against the building, and you checked the time - 6:01. you were relieved that you hadn’t kept him waiting outside, and pulled up next to him. he jumped slightly as the car stopped in front of him, as if he hadn’t been paying attention or had been too zoned out to see you pull up to the building. standing up and dusting off the seat of his pants, he opened the passenger door and got in.
“hey,” he sighed, giving you a small smile.
“hey mike,” you smiled warmly back, leaning over to kiss his cheek gently, the shirt stubble there tickling your face. “i mean this as someone who loves you, but you look terrible.” he laughed under his breath.
“just tired,” he brushed it off, but you took a closer look at his face. there were dark circles under his eyes, and you noticed a cut above his eyebrow that was still bleeding a little. you grabbed a tissue and gently dabbed at his temple. “what are you- ah,” he hissed and you muttered an apology.
“baby, you’re bleeding. what happened?” mike touched his fingertips lightly to the injury, inspecting the crimson stain left on his hand.
“i must’ve hit my head on something… i’m okay.” he gently held your wrist as you tried to wipe at the blood again. how could he tell you the truth; that an animatronic animal had clawed him while trying to get into his office to stuff him into a costume? “really, i’m fine. you worry too much.” you sighed, not satisfied with his answer, but nevertheless put the car back in drive and finally pulled away from the building. out of the corner of your eye you noticed your boyfriends shoulders relax slightly as you left the parking lot.
“mike you promised me if anything weird happened-“ you pleaded.
“i know i know baby. but it’s only been like 4 days since i started. i’m just … getting used to the sleep schedule still. that’s all,” he assured you, but the uncertainty in his voice wasn’t very convincing.
“you mean the not sleeping schedule? mikey you haven’t slept more than 2 hours without waking up in days.” mike shuddered, trying to cover it up with a cough, but he wasn’t fooling anyone.
“y…you’ve noticed?” he mumbled.
“of course i’ve noticed.” you sighed. “it’s hard not to when you sleep next to me.” you laughed softly.
“i’m sorry-“ he began to apologize but stopped when you gave him a sympathetic look.
“you don’t have to apologize for having nightmares.” he nodded slightly in response, before looking out the window at the passing surroundings. he leaned his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes. you focused your attention back on the road for a second before out of your peripheral vision you noticed mike drift off to sleep, his head falling over towards your side of the car before you caught him with your hand. the gentle impact shook him awake, and he looked around to figure out where he was, a scared look on his face.
“what-“
“mike you’re still in the car with me. we’re almost home,” you gently stroked his hair as he leaned into your touch again.
“sor-“ he began to apologize again. “right.”
arriving at the apartment, you parked the car and got out, walking arm in arm with mike into your flat, sliding your shoes off and dropping your bag on the floor. you locked the door behind you as mike, too tired to walk to the bedroom, flopped onto work out couch in the small living room. you checked the time on your phone - still having a few hours before you had to leave for work. you set an alarm on your phone before walking over to the couch and cuddling up next to mike, who’s arms wrapped around you tightly so you wouldn’t fall.
“don’t you have to go to work?” he mumbled in your ear, his face buried in the crook of your neck.
“hmm not for a while. and i think i might take a personal day anyway,” you sighed, nuzzling closer to him and you felt yourself drifting off to sleep. “if you have any nightmares just wake me up okay? anything that’s trying to get you has to go through me first,” you promised, and mike chuckle slightly, sending a vibration through his chest.
“okay, i will,” he mumbled, nearly asleep already as he kissed your neck innocently, although he felt a pang in his heart as he thought to himself
you have no idea what you’re signing up for
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spooky-bunnys · 9 months
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Hi can I request bonten x male reader who falls down the stairs and breaks he’s leg and so bonten doesn’t want him to do anything until he gets better but he still tries to do stuff
Hope you enjoy!
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Bonten was in a frenzy when they found out their husband was in the hospital. They had gotten an alert from one of (Name)'s personal guards. Apparently he had an accident and was rushed to the hospital.
So Bonten stopped everything they were doing and rushed to the hospital. When they made it one of the guards immediately led them to (Name)'s hospital room. Bonten threw the door open trying to quickly check on the male. When they finally made it through the door they saw (Name) peacefully sleeping, with his leg in a cast and propped up.
Takeomi turned to the guards and demanded an explanation. "One of the maids had pushed him down the stairs. We caught him before there was too much damage done, and she is in handcuffed and waiting in the basement." The others share dark looks. Mikey pointed at a different guard demanding if to know the damage.
"He only has a mild concussion and a clean break in his leg." Mikey glared. "He wouldn't even be hurt if you'd done your damn job!" Mikey quickly shot the guard before pointing at another guard, telling him to clean up the mess. The other quickly surrounded their husband.
30 minutes later a doctor came in, freezing slightly at the sight of the Bonten members. Before continuing his task. He ran a few tests before turning to his bosses. He bowed down. "He is able to go home, although he'll need these prescribed pain medication and to stay off his leg."
They nodded and gave Sanzu a look when he reached for the prescription. Rindou slapped his hand and grabbed it instead. Sanzu glared at him then grumbled. Takeomi slapped the back of his head. Explaining how the medication was for their injuried husband, not for him to pop whenever he wanted.
Mikey's orders broke the glaring session. "Kokonoi, sign him out. Haitani's, get his medication. Kakucho, get the car. Takeomi, go get his favorite food. Mochi, CAREFULLY pick him up. Sanzu, take care of the maid when we get back. Also question the other workers, someone had to know what she was gonna do." They nodded quickly doing as told.
Mikey watched as Mochi gently picked up (Name). The smaller male snuggling into the larger chest. Not waking up. Mikey chuckled and shook his head. (Name) must be on the good stuff if he didn't wake up from that. Bonten quickly made their way out.
Just wanting to get home and cuddle their husband. But also to torture that bitch for what she did to their (Name). When they reached the parking lot they split up to do their jobs. The Haitani's left towards the pharmacy under their name. Takeomi left in his car to get (Name) some (fast food). Finally the rest got into their vehicles.
Mochi carefully placed (Name) in the backseat of the main car with Mikey. Mikey nodded to Kakucho once the back door was shut. The whole way hoke Mikey played with (Name)'s hair. Sad that he got hurt where he was supposed to be the safest. Mikey couldn't help be imagine different situations, that could happen while they aren't home.
Once reaching the main mansion Mikey was still stuck in his mind. Until a soft hand caressed his cheek. He slightly flinched before meeting a dazed and drugged up (Name). (Name) smiled softly before letting out a cute and short giggle. "Jiro~ I missed you!"
Mikey shook his thoughts away and chuckled at him. Definitely on the good stuff. Mochi opened the back door and laughed at the sight of (Name) clinging to Mikey. "Come on babe. We need to get you inside." (Name) quickly threw himself at Mochi. Startling the male but quickly laughed at how much (Name)'s speech was sluring.
"Kanji~ I missed you too!" (Name) tried giving the male kisses but quickly fell back asleep. Making the other Bonten members present smile and chuckle. Sanzu loudly laughed. Talking about how (Name) had gotten the good pain medication to be like that.
Once they got (Name) settled. Mikey ordered Kakucho and Mochi to stay with (Name), while he and Sanzu deal with the bitch in the basement. On the way down they questioned other works. They also checked the security cameras. Sure enough the guard was telling the truth.
On the camera it showed the maid arguing with (Name). He looked to be trying to calm her down, and to be trying to get away from her. She kept grabbing him and pulling him back and shaking him violently. Before she shoved him down the stairs case. The guards came after his pained scream, caughting him half way down the stairs case.
Mikey turned and gave Sanzu a look. "After we deal with her, we need to have a certain meeting with the guards." Sanzu grit his teeth in anger. "Why not just kill them all and get new ones. Bastards aren't doing their job correctly." Mikey smirked. "We'll kill half of them as a warning." Sanzu laughed and nodded. They finally made their way down, while the others finally arrived at the Manor.
Takeomi opened the door and allowed the brothers to walk in first. Then he quickly made his way to (Name)'s room. The brothers following along behind him. Once they arrived they found a blushing Kakucho and Mochi. Confused they look towards (Name) who had the brightest smile on his face upon seeing the rest of his husbands.
"Omi! I missed your kisses and snuggles~" He whined with his arms stretched out. Takeomi blushed and made his way over, shyly giving (Name) the food he had gotten for him. (Name) gasped happily and threw his arms up squealing. "I knew you loved me!" The immediately dug into his food.
The others shook their heads fondly. Their husband was just so adorable and precious to them. Ran looked around noting the missing men before looking at Kakucho with a raised brow. Kakucho pointed down and he understood. He grinned a tugged on his younger brothers arm. "Rin let's go help boss and Sanzu."
Rindou who understood nodded and followed him out. Takeomi slowly sat beside (Name) and gently pulled him close kissing his temple. (Name) smiled more before offering some of his food to the others. While Kakucho and Takeomi politely declined, Mochi bent down letting (Name) feed him. They smiled at how calm and sweet their husband was.
Although they knew it wasn't going to last. (Name) was quite the independent male. It was something Bonten had loved about him. That was until they married him, now they don't like it too much. (Name) huffed trying to get out of bed, again only to be stopped by one of his husbands. Again.
(Name) crossed his arms. Pouting. Quite adorably if his husbands hand to say. "Come on! My leg feels fine and the cast is literally getting removed tomorrow! You guys haven't let me do literally anything since we came home from the hospital." Bonten sighed heavily. They have never in their lives been this tired.
Throughout the whole recovery (Name) kept trying to do everything, like he didn't have a broken bone in the first place. It got to the point Bonten couldn't even leave him at alone at home! Mikey looked him in the eyes and spoke softly. "(Name) we just don't want you to get more hurt."
(Name) deflated. "I just hate laying around and not doing anything. Making you guys do everything. Makes me feel guilty..." Bonten stared at him fondly. This is what they love the most about him. He was so caring and loving. (Name) looked up at them with puppy eyes.
"Can we watch another movie and have a cuddle puddle?" An invisible arrow shot throw the Bonten members hearts. Mikey quickly made his way over and snuggled into (Name)'s side. The other members not far behind him. That night was filled with laughter, cuddles, and most importantly love.
"Next time I break a bone though, I better not be treated like this again." Bonten groaned loudly.
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karpingaround · 1 month
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diner shenanigans ˚ ༘ ⋆
- random oneshot i wrote at 3am :’)
A/N : 1.9k words, fluff, mother lowkey evil, mitsuya and y/n being sewing buddies, y/n is used a lot, not checked through cba sorry :), tbh i dont really like this that much but wtv
Mikey x F! Reader
-i love the blob blob blob
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The diner was slower than the usual rush of people. It was a Saturday and past noon, and the diner was emptier than any other Saturday! To you, this was bliss. It saved you from constantly running around the building to collect and receive orders from customers, but also to serve the meals that were ordered.
However, now you were bored. You were still scootering around the diner for small check-ins and cleaning, but nothing was really keeping you occupied as usual.
 
If you had a choice, you would be at the arcade down the road with your friends. But since your parents owned the diner, you were basically forced into labour! Although you didn’t mind since the diner mainly revolved around sweet treats and desserts, meaning lots of snacks in case your appetite appeared.
Right now though, nothing was satisfying your tastebuds or boredom.
 
“Y/n!” Your mother shouted, pinching your cheek to grab your attention.
“ouch- ma, that hurts!”
 
“It should do! You’re slacking on the job again.”
 
“Is it really a job if I’m not getting paid? Ya know, this could be considered as forced child labour-!” At your attempt at being witty, your mother, grinned.
 
 
"Well, you eat half of the food we make for the customers, so you don’t need to be paid.”
 
You gasp, offended, while she laughs.
"Ma, I don’t eat that much!”
 
“Sure Y/n.” She took your hand and put your notepad and pan in your grip. “Some customers came in a few minutes ago at table 18. Go get their orders, and after that, I need you to clean up table 3 when they leave.”
 
“They haven’t even finished eating, ma?”
“Just trust me!”
 
At her words, you promptly walked over to table 18. As you approached, you realised that it was a group of boys dressed in black gang uniform!?! You debated turning back, however, it was too late; you were already at the table.
 
“Hi, are you guys ready to order?” You ask, holding your notepad up, prepared to jot down some squiggles of code. While you waited, you looked at the faces of the boys.
 
“I’ll have a-“ A boy with long black hair started before you cut him off.
“Takashj?” You asked impulsively, and in turn, the lavender-haired boy looked up at you.
“Hey-!?” The boy got cut off again as Takashj spoke.
 
“You work here, Y/n?” He smiled, ignoring his friend, who was flaming up in anger.
“Yea! My parents own the place; it’s nice to see you.” You smiled. Takashj was the club president of the sewing club! You had been in there since the start of the club, wanting to try to make an apron for the diner. You talked to Takashi and the boys about his sewing club, completely forgetting about your job until the table went quiet.
 
“Y/n!” Your mother shouts from the counter, and you flinch in fear. When you look back at her, she is irritatedly staring you down as you enjoy your job for a moment. How could she tell?!
 
Embarrassed, you clear your throat.
“Sorry about that. What would you guys like to order?” You completely switch to work mode, taking everyone’s orders.
 
“So, two lemonades, an apple juice, one strawberry shortcake, one coffee jelly, two cokes, and the banana shake special?”
You look at everyone as they approvingly nod before a blonde speaks up.
 
“Add five dorayaki to that, please!”
“Mikey, I told you five is too much!” Another blonde hisses from across the table.
"Well, I want five!”
The bickering carries on for a few minutes as you stand blankly, unsure of what to do.
 
“Y/n can you just add five dorayaki to the order?” Takashj whispers to you, watching as the two go back and forth in a game of rock-paper-scissors, best out of twenty.
 
“Are you sure?” You whisper back, not wanting to interfere.
“Yes, I just want this to be over.” He chuckles, and you smile in response.
“It’ll be on the house then.” You give him a thumbs up.
 
You clear your throat again, catching the two’s attention. “I’ll add five dorayaki on the house.” You smiled, and the two settled down; however, the blonde who ordered in the first place is beaming with joy.
 
“I’ll come back to you guys in a bit!” You cheerfully say, going to the counter and preparing the order. As you make the banana shake, you make sure to add more whipped cream for the blonde boy and give him two cherries on top and-
 
“Y/n, don’t waste ingredients!”
“sorry ma!”
 
You stop at the two cherries on top.
And as you prepare their bill, you make sure not to include the five dorayaki. You already eat that amount when working - what harm would it do if you gave your lunch to the particularly cute boy at Table 18?
 
Nervously, you started bringing their order over to the table. You hoped he wouldn’t notice the excess toppings you added on top of his banana shake or the fact that you only gave him the fresh dorayaki right from the oven.
 
As you neared, you noticed the boys go strangely quiet.
 
Ignoring the forbading feeling, you asked for each order, placing it in front of the person who ordered. When it came to the blonde boy, your face slightly heated up as you placed his banana shake and dorayaki in front of him without a word.
 
“Very cool, Y/n.” Takashi commented, to which you narrowed your eyes at him.
“What? I just gave him his order.” You said, acting clueless as the lavender boy gave you a sly grin.
 
“Anyway, here’s your bill; enjoy the meal!” You bow your head slightly in embarrassment before going off to the table, which your mother had told you to do. They did end up leaving after you served the boys, and thankfully, the table was on the other side of the diner.
 
Once you finished wiping the table, you dropped the dirty dishes off in the kitchen, and your mother was swift to tell you that the boys had left and you needed to clean again.
However, your mother never mentioned the pale blonde who still sat at the table.
 
“oh, can I take these?” You ask, leaning to get a glance at his face as he looks out the window. Quietly, he nods, and you take that as a sign to get out - ASAP! You were not in the mood to mess with a gang member right now, and by reading the embroidery on his jacket, he was the president of his gang!
 
After collecting the tableware, you counted up the abundance of pennies and notes left behind. With a few hundred yen tip, you smiled. What nice delinquents!
 
Finally, you collected up the tray and the money left behind. “Have a good day.” You muttered, catching the boys attention as you turned on your heel to leave.
 
“Wait, Y/n was it?” He stood up from his seat, seeming to be urgent.
 
“Yes, do you need something?” You smiled, feeling your cheeks burn up as you noticed his happy grin.
 
“Thank you for the extra cherry and whipped cream.”
 
“How did you notice?” You ask obliviously, smiling as you were caught red-handed.
 
“The other booth ordered a banana shake special, and theirs was much less full than mine.”
 
“Crap! Really? I might get sacked.” You joke to yourself, yet the boy laughs.
“and the five dorayaki as well.” He adds on, and you sigh. "Well, that was my lunch, so I won’t really get sacked for that.” You laugh, feeling your stomach grueling with hunger.
“You can still eat more, though, right?” He asks, a guilty smile on his face, and you give him a nod. You usually ate lots of snacks during work hours anyways..
 
“You really wanna work here on your days off from school?” He asks, noticing you drifting off in your thoughts.
 
“I mean, I did wanna go to the arcade today..” You mutter, wondering why you were still talking to the pretty boy that was making your palms get sweaty.
 
“I’m going there now! Wanna join?” He smiled at you, his head tilted like a puppy, as he offered.
 
“I don’t think my mother would approve.” You whisper before you both laugh.
 
“Y/n! Stop slacking!” Your mother calls out on cue, and you can only smile awkwardly at the boy. You look back at her, mouthing ‘one sec!’ before turning back to the boy, who is patiently waiting for you to finish.
 
“I’ve gotta get back to work, have a nice time at the arcade..?”
“Mikey.” His eyes turn to crescents as he smiles again. “See you, Mikey.” You spin on your heel, quickly going into the kitchen and geeking out to your friend, who was washing the dishes, about the boy you had just met.
 
“And then he asked me to go to the arcade with him!” You sulked, imagining what could’ve happened if you were able to go to the arcade.
“What about a lunch break? Maybe you could join him?” Yumi asked, wiping her hands as she finished washing up.
 
“ 'already took one, since I figured it was a slow day and I wouldn’t need another break.”
 
“So you can’t eat lunch with me?” Your friend pouted, taking off her apron, sewn by you.
“I mean, I could ask for a fifteen-minute pee break?”
Yumi laughs at your idea as you try to come up with excuses for why you could get out of work.
 
“Y/n!” Your mother suddenly shouts from the counter, and you immediately appear, worried you were about to be lectured for trying to skip work.
 
“Yes ma?”
 
“This boy wants to take you out.”
 
...
 
“What-?” You stutter as your mother nods her head, smiling at you teasingly.
“Who? Where is he?” You eagerly walk up to the counter, looking around for Mikey.
“Outside on his motorcycle. Another nut head.”
She comments, and you gasp.
"Ma, you can’t just say that!”
 
"Well, he’s crazy for wanting to take you out.” She laughs at her own joke, and you hear your friend and father both laugh along in the kitchen. "Ma, that’s just rude!”
 
“Y/n, are you going to keep the boy waiting?” Your mother asks, watching as you rock on the heels of your shoes in anxiety.
"Wait, I can go with him?” You don’t even wait for an answer as you take off your apron and slip on your jacket.
 
“Wait Y/n-!” Your mother tries to call for you, but you’re already out the door and talking to the delinquent she just badmouthed.
She sighs to herself as she looks at Yumi.
“Can you take her shift?”
 
“Well… it’s kind of my lunch break right now!” Yumi smiles at your mother, taking a strawberry shortcake from the display and heading over to one of the booths.
 
Your mother groans as she slips on an apron and aggressively grabs your notepad that you had left behind. 
 
“stupid teenage love.” She mutters before heading to a table to collect their orders.
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“I heard you talking about me in the kitchen! It gave me the courage to ask for your mother’s blessing!”
“ARE YOU CRAZY?!?”
“just kidding! I only asked if you were free.”
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tmntxthings · 1 year
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hi! So I was hoping you could make a story about Leo accidentally drank a love potion thinking it was a new brand of soda and always wants to be with the reader now and the reader just accept it’s now?
thank you ☺️!!
Sugar Pie Honey Bunch
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author’s note: 🤭 such a cute idea, thank you for requesting~~ hope you enjoy <3 (title reference to the movie strange magic)
warnings: slight angst, fluff, slight cursing
> donnie’s < > raph’s < > mikey’s < > casey’s <
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“Ohhhh Y/n~~~~”
You groaned at the sound. Leo hasn’t left you alone for two weeks straight. You kept quiet hoping he wouldn’t check Raph’s room. But that only had him calling out for you louder, making a ruckus in the lair.
Splinter yelled at him to ‘BE QUIET’ and something about one of his shows just getting good. You knew it was only a matter of minutes before Leo pulled out his ultimate weapon. And no sooner you saw a tiny blue circle start to form.
Let’s start from the beginning. The turtles had dragged you to Hueso’s, your first time ever eating there. And somehow after ordering drinks a sparkly pink drink ended up at the table. No one had ordered it but Leo being such a dare devil decided to give it a try. “What?! It’s a free drink!” Leo said nonchalantly. Raph had told him not to, “You don’t know what that could be! And look at it! It’s like the drink is alive or something,” Raph said suspiciously eyeing the drink from his corner of the booth.
He was right, ever since it had been placed on the table it was like the liquid swirled and moved without anyone touching the straw. Mikey looked at Leo, “you won’t!” he goaded his older brother. And that was all it took as Leo dragged the glass to him, took the straw out, gave Raph a wink and Mikey a smirk as he downed the entire thing. Donnie smacked his forehead at the absurdity and Raph mumbled something under his breath. Now the seating arrangement turned out to be very important in this situation.
Leo and Donnie were sitting together on one side of the booth, while Raph, you and Mikey were squished on the other side. So when Leo’s glazed eyes opened after drinking the last drop and they landed directly on you, it was like electricity could be felt in the air. He sighed no- more like swooned in his seat as he leaned forward over the table and slurred, “Y/n have I ever told you how beauutiful you arrre??”
Everyone including you, was staring at Leo dumbfounded. “If my calculations are correct, from the pinkness, to the fizziness, and way it moved… Leo just downed about a pint of a love potion,” Donnie concurred. Your hands smacked down on the table, “anddd you thought it best to say that AFTER he drank it??” You narrowed your eyes at the purple turtle who looked up from his phone finally, and gave you a shrug, “he would’ve done it anyway whether I said what it was or not.”
You sighed, he was right about that. And you jumped out of your skin as Leo reached over and grabbed your hands from the table. “Why aren’t you paying any attention to me?” He pouted and all his brothers made gagging noises. You couldn’t help but laugh, and slowly pulled your hands away, patting his gently, “Leo, you’re under a love potion” you tried explaining to him, even though you didn’t know the first thing about love potions just that now they were suddenly real!
“Yeah I’m totally in love with you,” he corrected you and smiled dreamily. Back to the here and now, the blue portal was big enough for his head to pop through looking around, “Aha! You’re in Raph’s room,” and ducked his head out of the portal as it closed. He came running into his older brother’s room. “Why don’t you come hang out in my room?” He whined as he approached you. Stopping just shy of practically climbing on top of you.
Leo craved your presence at all times. It had been funny at first, watching him wait on you hand and foot. He literally never told you no for anything. But after a while it got to be too much, and when you had asked Donnie when the potion should wear off he had shrugged. “It varies on how strong the potion was made and how much he drank, and he did consume the entire glass so I’d be willing to estimate a month,”
You sighed, you still had a whole week left. “We were playing hide and seek!” You lied to him and his eyes lit up. “Well I found you,” he chuckled and leaned in impossibly closer, “do I get a prize?” He looked down to your lips and you couldn’t help your blush. Leo had been getting bolder and less innocent as time passed. “Nope! You cheated, no portaling allowed!” His eyes teared up, “But I couldn’t find you!!” he whined as he reached out and grabbed the bottom hem of your hoodie.
He did that a lot too. If he couldn’t kiss or hug you, he grabbed onto your clothes or hand. It would be really endearing if he wasn’t under a potion. You refrained from rolling your eyes, it was his fault, but you couldn’t blame him too much. “Okay okay, I’m sorry don’t cry,” you grabbed his hand and stood. He let you pull him out of Raph’s room, him sniffling the entire time, holding back tears. When you entered his room he stopped, seeming to relax more now that you were in his space.
“I don’t wanna play hide and seek anymore,” he said squeezing your hand. “Alright, what do you wanna do?” you asked. Hide and seek had been your go to game to get Leo to leave you alone for a little while. But you were resigned to your fate as he pulled you into an embrace. Heart racing stupidly as you tried to tell yourself this was just a potion. “Let’s cuddle! Oh and watch movies! Do you want popcorn?” Leo got really excited about doing regular things together. Things that before the potion, he never made a big deal about. “Yes to the movies and popcorn,” you said carefully making sure he realized it was a no to cuddling.
“Get comfy! I’ll be right back!!” He said happily, choosing to ignore what went unsaid. As he ran out of his room only to stumble back in after a few seconds, he came right back up to you. “Yes?” You questioned, “I forgot..” he said shyly, “Forgot what?” and no sooner had you asked he rushed forward kissing you chastely and ran back out of the room in glee. You were shocked to say the least, as your hands came forward to press against your lips. You were blushing so hard, “damn it!” you said going to sit on Leo’s bed.
You were frustrated with yourself for enjoying this so much. So every time you felt a blush or happy at his lovable behavior you got angry. It wasn’t real! None of it, and by the time the month was over Leo wouldn’t feel what he was feeling now. You needed to calm down but tears at the prospect of the future were threatening to fall down your cheeks. “Get a grip,” you muttered to yourself as you covered your face with your hands. Breathing in and out deeply.
You had always had a crush on the blue turtle. So all his advances made your heart flutter even though your mind knew it was only the love potion. It was a constant battle between your emotions and rationality. But if you tried to stay away from Leo it only made him upset, and truly you didn’t want to be away from him either, you just wanted the real him back. Even if he didn’t feel the same way you did, it was better than knowing it was all fake. You sighed and when you dragged your hands down your face you almost jumped out of Leo’s bed.
He was right in front of you! Sometimes you forgot how good a ninja he was, or maybe you had been so wrapped up in your own thoughts that you just hadn’t heard him return. He was looking at you with the strangest expression on his face like he was conflicted, “why are you crying?” he asked softly. You didn’t want to talk about it to love potion Leo, so you shook your head, “it’s nothing, c’mon let’s watch Lou Jistu or something,” you said trying to distract him. When you tried backing away from him further onto his bed he followed you. Your eyes widened when you came to the edge of his bed and your back met a wall. He was hovering over you now, “tell me please,” he refrained from touching you which you found very strange. He was usually very handsy.
“I just,” you blew out a breath, were you really going to spill and tell love-potion Leo that you had a big fat crush on him? He’d just immediately start kissing you and not get the point at all. That he wasn’t actually himself right now! That this all just meant nothing, and when you admitted that to yourself it felt like someone had just sliced open your heart. “You won’t understand,” you tried to reason with him and he shook his head, “try me” not backing down until he knew what was wrong. Why you had tears in your eyes and stains running down your cheeks.
“I’ve been crushing on you for a while Leo… so this whole love potion thing was fun at first but it hurts now. It hurts knowing what I feel is real and what you feel isn’t.” There you said it, in a rush of words that all hurt to say but you did it. Instead of what you thought was going to happen, him jumping around the room happily or try to mush his face to yours he seemed surprised. “For how long?” He asked seriously, “I think ever since we first met…” you said quietly.
“Y/n.. don’t be mad.. but the potion wore off a week ago,” Leo was smiling down at you. And you blinked in response taking in what he just said. “What?” You said dumbfounded. “I was pretending.. this whole week to be under love potion influence,” Leo explained sheepishly, a hand going behind his neck rubbing there. You pushed at his plastron angrily, moving to get out of his bed, “wait don’t go!” he said in a rush, as he beat you to the doorway. “You thought this was funny???” Your voice raised in anger and embarrassment. “Seeing my stupid reactions??”
“What?! No Y/n that’s not true,” he said shaking his head, eyes imploring you to believe him. “Move Leo, I’m leaving.” Your arms were wrapped around yourself, like if you held yourself tightly you wouldn’t fall apart. You couldn’t believe it had all been some prank! That he was actually in a right state of mind and just toying with you, annoying you and and, then you thought of all the lovely compliments and the fleeting touches. “What is wrong with you?!” You cried out, hurt more than ever and Leo winced, “Y/n please just listen to me” he begged going down on his knees.
When you said nothing he continued, “I liked you before the potion and I liked you during the potion and I like you now! I feel the same way as you and just, it felt so nice being able to express how I really feel without having to fear the rejection, I realize that was wrong of me! And I’m really sorry!!” His words tumbled out quickly like he couldn’t get them out fast enough, he worried you wouldn’t listen. That he had taken it too far. But he meant every word.
“You liked me before the potion?” You repeated, stunned at his confession. “Yes!” He said rising from his knees as he scooped you up in his arms. “Please forgive me for being so stupid,” he murmured in your hair. You sighed and he tensed up, “I don’t know..” you felt him sag, deflated that he had ruined his chances, “I guess I’ll let it slide this one time…” you finished, reaching out your arms returning his hug, fingers caressing his shell.
He picked you up immediately, “Really?!” his eyes were bright with hope as he spun you around in his arms. “Yes!” You laughed and he churred, nuzzling his face into your neck, feeling relieved. “But don’t you ever do anything like that again!” You said and he nodded into your neck, saying into your skin, “never again!” And he leaned his head back to look you in your eyes, “no more pretending,” he said seriously and looked down to your lips in question. You surged forward, answering him, kissing him.
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vay99 · 1 year
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Mikey x reader
You are-?!
Anime/Manga: Tokyo revengers
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"Okay what's up?" Draken asks his friend, hw has had enough of Mikeys behavior. 
"What do you mean?"
"You're attending school. Like a normal kid. For a whole month now? How did that happen?" 
"Just thought that education might be useful." the shorter one shrugs his shoulders. 
"Bullshit." he doesn't believe a word he says, noticing that Mikeys attention has switched to a (h/c) girl passing them in the school hall. "She's the reason ain't she?" 
"We have sports together and she's sooooo badass." 
"Ask her to join Toman if you like her that much." 
"I would love that." he keeps his eyes on you the whole time, smiling. 
"Our Mikey is head over heals~" 
*Loads of teasing later*
Mikeys favorite subject has finally arrived. PE. Oh and you're playing baseball. But you're on different teams which upset Mikey quite a bit. 
Standing at the second base you're waiting for the ball to get hit, which it was a few seconds later... quite unlucky. The ball hit you right on the left eyebrow, causing it to bleed immediately. And Mikey to panic. He wants to send that guy to hell that hit the ball so badly but also want to help you. He's half frozen and half on fire. 
"Someone needs to help (y/n) get to the infirmary." the teacher says, your class gathering around you. 
"No worries, it's just a cut, I need a plaster and that's it." you wave it off but your teacher doesn't allow it, she wants you to get checked up. 
"I'll take her." Mikey yells once he reached you. His anger taken replaced by worrying as he walks you to the infirmary, keeping a close eye on you. 
"Thanks but this isn't necessary." you chuckle once you've reached your destination. 
"Have you seen your wound!?" 
"I've done kickboxing for years, I'm used to such injuries." you wave I off, being greeted by a nurse. 
"That doesn't mean that you don't feel pain or are invincible." his eyebrows furrow whole he stares at the ground. 
"You're right but after some injuries you know what you can handle." 
The nurse tells Mikey to wait outside while she treats your wound. 
"Will she be okay again?" he jumps up after a few minutes, still overreacting. 
"It's just a cut, her head got hit at a fast speed though so she should take it slowly for the rest of the day." 
"I'm relieved to hear that, I'll drive you home." Mikey offers to you. 
"You've got a good boyfriend right there, take good care of each other." the nurse leaves you two alone, equally confused. 
"Boyfriend?" you say in unison, both pointing at Mikey. 
"Thanks for the offer, you're a great boyfriend." stressing the last word you start walking towards his bike while Mikey hides his blush behind his hair. 
"Here we are." you announce after a short ride, taking off the helmet. 
"Are you sure you're alright?" the concern in his voice and his furrowed brows are the softest expression you've ever witnessed on his face. 
"Yes, and thanks Mikey, I appreciate your help." you smile at him "If you want to you can come in and eat something." 
"How could I say no to you or food?" he smiles, following you. "Why does this house look so familiar?" 
Mikey assists you while cooking ramen, he never cooked before but he tries his best. He was very confused when he saw the uncooked noodles "What are those?" and was highly embarrassed when you started laughing. It turned out really delicious. 
"I should learn how to cook." 
"I can help you with that." 
"Really?" his eyes sparkle with joy as you nod and take another bite. 
"I'm home!" a voice interrupts, coming from the front door. 
"Hey Keisuke!" you great the boy walking in. 
"Oh, Mikey what are you doing here?" Baji asks his friend who's currently busy connecting the dots. 
"Wait?" 
"Yep." you two say in union. "We're siblings." 
After staying silent for two minutes he finally speaks up again. "Should've guessed you're both hella pretty." 
"Yeah I hear that a lot." you roll your eyes. 
"People swooning over your brother?" 
"I can't tell how often girls tell me 'Your brother is so hot, he's such a daddyyyyy'. Like, girl. He can't even look straight into a girl's eyes without panicking. Also stop thirsting over my brother what the hell is wrong with you."
While Mikey dies laughing. "Sounds like Baji." Baji is mad and confused at the same time. 
"They see him beat someone up and fall immediately, how weird are they?" 
/I fell for you because you did the same, so I won't say that, noted./ Mikey thinks to himself while he calms down a bit. 
"If girls really say that how come I'm still single?" 
"You can't talk to a girl without becoming a freaking mess. Get your shit together." you clap your hands at the last sentence while Baji grumbles to himself. 
"Why are you here anyways." he refers to Mikey, ignoring your comment. 
"(y/n) got hit by a baseball and I drove her home." 
"Oh, I see." Baji nods, you both get into fight in a regular basis so a wound is no shocker for him. Then there's Mikey. 
"Are you dizzy? You're still alright?" 
"Yes Mikey." you reassure him once more. 
"Our Mikey is worried?" Baji immediately catches on. "Have fun I'll just grab some snacks and leave you two alone." 
"So you think Kei is hot?" you ask after your brother left the house. 
"Huh???" 
"Just asking if you want me to set you two up~" 
/Wrong sibling/ Mikey thinks to himself as he follows you into the kitchen with the dishes. "I'm not into Baji." 
"Which one?" 
Took him a minute to get what you're hinting at. 
"Keisuke." 
"Ah, so you're into me." 
"How did this conversation lead us to this point!?" 
"Well the nurse called you my boyfriend, I like the sound of that." you answer honestly, placing the bowl in the dishwasher. 
"You do?" 
"Yeah. Do you?" 
"I nearly died out of worry for you after you got hit by that ball. And I fully died after being called your boyfriend SO YES!" red ears and puffed cheeks turn Mikey into the most adorable person you know. 
"Please don't." you wrap your arms around his neck, resting sour forehead against his. "It'd break my heart if you'd die. What can I call you instead of boyfriend, so you don't die?" 
"I don't know." he mumbles quietly, one hand slowly holding onto your shirt. 
"Babe? Future husband? Cutie? Love?" 
"You're killing me with all of these." Mikey whines, hiding his face in your neck. 
"Mikey?" 
"Mhm?" 
"Can I call you mine?" 
"(y/nnnn)." 
"Okay okay Mikey it is then." you giggle, kissing his temple. 
"You're unfair, I should take care of you." 
"I'm not stopping you." 
Still slightly flustered he carries you bridal style into your bedroom so you can rest, doctors orders, and Mikeys heart can recover from the roller-coaster it has been threw. Cuddling up in your bed you're the first one to drift off to sleep, happier then ever. 
Bonus:
*A few days later*
Mikey wanted to see how strong you are by himself. And damn you're enjoying how that went, his joy... well... 
"The invincible Mikey, laying underneath me, I could get used to that~"
"What's that supposed to mean!?"
"Do you need some type of reward to get serious?" you tease him, while he struggles to escape your grip. 
"I AM SERIOUSLY FIGHTING YOU! YOU'RE JUST TOO DAMN STRONG!"
"Adorable~" you continue, still fixing him to the ground.
"I'm not adorable." 
"Yes you are~" you peck his lips which cause his face to erupt in a bright red. "See? Adorable~" 
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drowninghell · 4 months
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Comfort after a fight
Leonardo x gn! Reader
Breaking myself back into writing with this half of a Drabble 🫣😂 any requests feel free to send on😊
I hope you folks don’t mind me tagging you, I know it’s been so long
@thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82
Song suggestion - shiver by Lucy rose
He knew the minute he had taken it to far by how your face fell. The leader clad in blue was never one to let his emotions rule him , he just… just felt so attacked during the argument.
You were right, he wasn’t giving you the time of day you had deserved. He had become so self involved, always trying a new training technique or meditating. He hadn’t intentionally retracted, it happened gradually enough that he didn’t notice. He didn’t notice your shoulders slump every time he rain checked , or how your smile slowly slipped off your face.
You had always been so understanding, maybe that’s why he felt so taken aback when you finally confronted him.
“ would you get off my back alright? I’ve better things to be doing!”
The minute those words left his lips he regretted them, his own face falling with shock as he watched your brows furrow. You didn’t say anything as you spun on your heal, away from him, storming out of the lair.
“W-wait!” He gulped, sincerity evident in his voice as he fruitlessly tried to apologise , the damage already done. You simply raised your hand in a dismissive manner, he stopped in his tracks , watching you further walk out of the lair. Mikey, who had overheard the argument was first to look to Leonardo, who nodded in your direction. Wordless the tangerine turtle followed hot on your heels. Making sure you got home safe.
Leonardo gave you your space like you wanted , checking in with Mikey on how you were doing. Once Mikey gave the all clear that you where ready to talk , he was there in a heartbeat, his specialty tea ( that he knows you loved ) in a warm flask.
Knocking sheepishly at your window, staring through the panelled glass with his lips pressed into a thin line. Nerves bubbling up in his stomach , your hurt expression constantly flashing up in his mind, he hadn’t felt regret like it.
Sliding the window up you invited him in, he could tell from your puffy eyes that you had been crying, a further pang of guilt swelling in his chest as he handed the flask to you.
“ I’m sorry. Truly I am. “ there was no excuses or what ifs. He owned up to his sharp tongue. “ there was no excuse, I felt cornered during the argument and I lashed out , I completely understand where you are coming from, I’ll do better in future, if you’ll let me.”
He was clear and concise. Only sounding somewhat sheepish at the end, his brow bone softening. You just stared back at him, and the tears welled up again. It was everything you wanted to hear from him, yet still, you just felt so hurt.
Straight away he was walking towards you with the upmost urgency , his hands hovering over your face, waiting for a nod on your part, you moved into his palm and that was all the conformation he needed. Handling you as delicate as glass. Angling your face to him, large thumbs brushing those stray tears before he pulled you into his plastron. Arms lined with muscle caging you in with such a delicate manner.
Sweeping you off your feet he walked to the sofa, gently setting down on it with you securely in arms. A hand soothing your back, angling his great head away so you can further nuzzle into the crook of his neck just how he knew you loved. “ I’m so sorry darling. “ he rumbled, anxiety evident in his voice , you pulled back to peer to at him, his free hand yet again brushing your tears free. “ I’ll make it up to you.” He soothed , forehead coming to rest against yours. He was so sincere, you could see it in those baby blues of his.
How could you say no to that.
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lalunanymph · 2 years
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“𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭”
# bonten daddies hearing their baby’s heartbeat for the first time
-> mild angst, allusions to death in sanzu’s part, mention of guns in mikey’s part, fluff, pregnancy, typical bonten shenanigans
# h. ran, s. mikey, h. kakucho, h. rindou, s. haruchiyo, k. hajime
# big kisses for the anon who read “heartbreak” as “heartbeat” for another set of bonten daddy hcs i did previously and thus inspired this 🥹 i hope you’re thriving wherever you are, bby
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# RAN
where the hell is he?
you check your watch and your empty phone but your husband still hasn’t replied to your innocent text of will i be seeing you later? you had half a mind to start the first ultrasound without him but you knew that if that were the case, ran haitani would never forgive you.
this was worst than the time you watched love island without him. worst than the time you went on a netflix binge of the kardashians sans your husband who wanted to know if khloe was still falling for tristan’s lies (spoiler alert: she was).
but ran was still a no-show. and the doctor was getting impatient. “mrs. haitani, i’m afraid i have to start the session already.”
“just 5 more minutes,” you plead, giving the middle-aged woman with a severe parting your biggest doe eyes. “my husband would go on a rampage if he didn’t get to witness this.” which was the truth. roppongi would be in ashes by the end of the day if ran did not get his way. the doctor sighed and began rubbing the cold gel onto your belly, ignoring your betrayed pout. “i’m sorry ma’am but i have another appointment in fifteen minutes, i can’t spare—“
before she could utter the words that would break your already tender hopes, a loud, “get out of my way!” pierced through the air. the door slammed open to reveal ran haitani—bonten executive and one half of the most feared duo in roppongi—sweating, holding his side and clutching a handful of limp roses.
“i made it!”
gasping in large amounts of air, he saunters over to give you a quick kiss on your forehead and sheepishly pass you the damp bouquet. a quick apology, some reassurances that he would get you cookies after this and one long, aching minute later— the whole room was filled with your daughter’s heartbeat.
it was wondrous; those throbbing, minute pulses that made you cover your mouth and start to tear up. “ran, she’s here. she’s really here, she’s—“
you turn to find your husband staring at the screen, hand clutching his mop of purple-black locks that were messy from his impromptu marathon sprint to the hospital. but that wasn’t what made you pause.
ran haitani, the man who could slam bricks on unsuspecting victims’ heads, torture a poor soul for days and came back home more often than not with blood staining his suit… was openly and comically sobbing into his large palm.
“we did that,” he manages to choke out, watery lilac gaze on you. “you did that. i’m so proud of you.” a lingering grin at the grainy screen and warm fingers lacing with yours. “mama and i can’t wait to see you. our s-sweet girl. our little princess.”
# MIKEY
listless onyx eyes were alight in worry. watching the doctor with a hawk-like intensity as he spread the cold gel over your soft belly. the obgyn’s hands shook, but what else could one expect when a room full of men in black suits were watching his every move?
“mikey,” you murmur, catching his attention. “can you… can we have this moment together?” glancing at the faces of these poor men who had to be dragged into such a an intimate family affair—less the indomitable bonten leader thought that a surprise attack would commence in the local gynecology room—would’ve been funny if the sight of their barely concealed guns didn’t make you nervous.
sensing your hesitation, mikey gave one curt nod. immediately, the men left one by one so that you both would be alone with the now relieved doctor. the screen lit up, and he gave mikey a bright smile. “congratulations sano-san. it’s a baby girl.”
“is she healthy?” to anyone else, mikey sounds callous and rude. but the intense concern was simmering underneath. in answer, the doctor flips a switch and the swooping sound of a strong heartbeat bounces across the room. whole and complete.
you don’t miss the wobble in his lower lip. the shiny bottomless eyes. mikey quietly lifts your hand to his lips and presses a kiss to your palm. “she’s perfect.”
# KAKUCHO
“got your wet wipes?”
“yep.”
“your nausea medication?”
“mhm hmm.”
“hot pack?”
you pause. “kaku… we’re just going for an ultrasound. i’m not giving birth for like, another six more months, love.”
your husband looks reticent, an expression that doesn’t leave until you both are in the room waiting for the obgyn to begin your session. a whole hour filled with kakucho firing question after question to the poor, unsuspecting doctor who was under immense scrutiny to be gentle with you less this 5’11 executive would bare down on him with a look of pure wrath in his mismatched eyes.
as delicate as the whole process was, it was no match for the sound of your baby girl’s heartbeat filling the sterile white walls. reminding her papa on how precious life was even when he was surrounded by death on the daily.
you don’t have to look up to know kakucho was wiping his eyes discreetly with the corner of his sleeve. don’t have to ask twice when he fires more rapid queries on how his little girl is doing and if you were well.
and you definitely didn’t have to second guess his devotion when your husband buys your favorite snacks and spends the whole night caressing your belly and being clingier than you expected; eager to meet his little girl and finally create the family he never had together with you, the love of his entire existence.
# RINDOU
“i don’t think i’ll cry.”
what famous last words your emotionally incapacitated but genuinely sweet husband had said. and here he was, sitting next to you, earnestly charting every movement that the doctor was making with sleepy lilac eyes.
you took rindou’s hand and he let you, not gruffly shy as he usually was whenever you initiated physical contact. the screen lit up and the obgyn smiled. “it’s a lovely baby boy, haitani-san.”
rindou’s fingers tighten around yours. a first in your marriage. quiet sniffles as the executive whose specialty was breaking bones marveled at the tiny lump that made up his son on the grainy screen. how real it all felt. how real this was.
“i’m gonna be a papa,” he whispers, testing out the words. you ignore the doctor in the room when you lean forward and plant your lips on his cheeks. making his face warm.
“the best papa in this whole damn universe.”
you could tell rindou doesn’t believe it, just like how he doesn’t believe that he would cry when he hears his son’s heartbeat. just like all those years ago, he didn’t believe that a marriage and family could be a life for someone as notorious as him.
but that’s why he has you—to show him that the impossible is completely possible.
# SANZU
“i can’t detect a heartbeat.”
the doctor’s words leave your head ringing. you’re unsure if the screen is blurry or if it’s because of the tears accumulating in your lash line. the spot beside you where your husband was suppose to be was achingly empty. sanzu was late, you numbly came to the realization. but he didn’t even have to show up—there was nothing to show up for.
the grainy screen yawns with a lack of movement. not even the door opening and a natal nurse coming in with some supplements could spark your hopes.
in the periphery, the obgyn’s tight smile dominates your vision. “give us a few more seconds, mrs. sanzu. it should show up.” you don’t believe him. nor did you have any hope. after all, this was your miracle baby. is, you remind yourself. this baby is our miracle. the door opens and a mop of pink hair rushes to your side. “baby, i’m so sorry, i was caught up—“ sanzu stops mid-rant when he finds your eyes shiny with tears.
“what’s wrong?”
“the baby’s heartbeat is not there.” on the outside, you may seem emotionless, but the tears chasing down your cheeks that broke from those painful words said otherwise. sanzu clambers to take your hand.
“run it again,” in a voice cold as steel. those blue eyes were colder; fix on the obgyn who was starting to break out in sweat.
“give me a few more seconds—“
“now.” bonten’s number 2 does not mince his words. the doctor scrambles with the equipment, every second causing you to lose hope before it happens. the pulsing, swooping almost alien-like sound that fills the room. your daughter’s heartbeat bouncing off the walls. you break down into grateful tears, and sanzu is there to catch you, holding you close to his chest. as if the doctor wasn’t here, he leaves kisses on your forehead, murmuring his apologies and soothing your fears.
“she’s a fighter, just like you, baby,” he grins and you sniffle.
“no, she’s like you,” sending him a mock glare through your tears, you don’t miss your husband’s cheeky smile. sanzu could’ve given you a smart retort but he doesn’t. reticent and apologetic, he kisses your forehead again when you continue, “never on time and always leaving me sick with worry.”
# KOKONOI
“hajime, you’re going to wear a hole through the carpet.” your handsome husband stops mid-stride and frowns, setting his foot down.
“how can you be so relaxed?” he utters churlishly. “this is huge.”
“baby, come here.” stealing a few moments while the doctor gets ready to conduct your appointment, you take his hand and place it on the rise of your belly. hajime tries hard to feel a movement, to connect with the little life you’re cultivating inside. but it’s quiet and his worries spike once more.
thankfully, he has nothing to be afraid of. his daughter’s heartbeat ricochets like the strongest gunfire through his mind, bringing it peace and a fresh wave of panic.
what if he couldn’t protect her? what if he wasn’t a good father? what if she was taken away from him in a horrible accident?
all those thoughts swirl heavily through his mind. dissipating when you hold his hand. of course.
hajime isn’t alone. he has someone else on his team and thankfully for him, it’s someone as loving, strong and brave as you.
those old fears could never touch him anymore.
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sirthisisa-wendys · 11 months
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Can I request a racer Ran x Fem reader!!!
BTW you are awesome
Thanks so much! I can do this for ya!
Flip 'Em: Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader
wc: 935
tw: none
masterlist
The smell of burning rubber and the roar of motorcycles in the distance are familiar to you - like background noise.
"Do you ever get annoyed by the sound of those things?" You stop peering through your binoculars to spare a glance at the bimbo beside you. She'd been hustled into coming to this by one of her on-again-off-again flings; that's all you knew about her from the brief conversation you caught on the way in.
"You'll get used to it." If you're around for more than a month. You turn around to look at the other women in the crowded suite just to see if any of them were looking your way. But they all seem to be too busy chatting based on the casual way they're standing, champagne glasses filled to the brim and mouth filled with gossip.
"Do you come here often?" What really miffs you about this lingering gnat is that she doesn't stop talking. Especially to you. You want to wave your hand at the other wives in the room and urge them to come scoop their lost puppy up but part of you feels guilty that she has no friends.
Doesn't mean I have to be her friend.
"Listen," you mutter, placing your binoculars back up to your eyes. "You should go find someone else to talk to."
"W-why?" You hear the whimper in her voice, but that only serves to irritate you more. Before you can reply, you hear a voice behind you call out your name.
"Mrs. Haitani," the host announces, walking toward you with a small flip phone. You hold it up to your ear and look down at the track. You can barely see Ran from here, but you can hear his labored breathing on the other end.
"You okay?"
"I'm perfectly fine; I was just checking in on you. Are the girls behaving?"
You spare a glance at the bimbo still standing beside you; her eyes are wide now that she knows who you are. "For the most part."
"Let me know if I need to set anyone straight," Ran murmurs and you chuckle, imagining him tossing his helmet to the pit crew and storming up to the suites with his signature blank face. "Can't wait to take a fat nap after this."
"I'll make sure the driver gets here right on time."
"No press, no pictures, nothing. I want to sleep as soon as I get off this track." Ran vanity would never let him avoid the press and cameras and opportunities to flaunt his status. But you nod as if he can see you and reply,
"I hear you, handsome."
"I love you."
"Love you most."
"Impossible." And the line hangs up. You hand the phone back to the suited man and watch the race begin, your eyes straining to see the black and blonde hair in the mass of racers. Lane 6, you mentally note, then lower your binoculars. The other women have crowded around the television, keen on only catching the first parts of the race so they can say they "watched" it. In reality, they would watch the first ten minutes of the race and then disperse two-by-two, finding spots where they can sit and talk trash about rival drivers.
You, however, stay standing at the glass window, watching the crowd erupt in excitement as the race begins. The other ladies have culled the bimbo to them, holdin her nearby as to initiate her into the "ways of racer wife-ry" despite her behind an obvious flavor of the month and not the newest addition to the bunch. She would guest star for about three shows and then disappear with the others. You'd seen them all come and go; this was no different.
"She's one of the original five," you catch someone whispering loudly. "I wouldn't mess around with her." The Original five. They meant Mikey's long time fiancée, Izana's girlfriend, Shinichiro's wife, Draken's wife - Emma - and you. Of the four of you, only Mikey's wife and you were left in the rat race. Racing was tiresome, drained your energy and the time you spent as a family... No one wonder it would eat the other three alive and drive them to make their significant others drop the whole charade and come home.
Ran races by on his second lap, his braids blowing in the wind. You don't clap and cheer eagerly like other, less knowledgeable girls do. You just stay stoic. The race isn't even close to being over. Why would you celebrate?
But as the competition goes from one clear winner to neck and neck, your interest peaks. Ran's been stuck in second place, but a tight loop around the track places him a few feet ahead of the former first-place winner.
You smirk with pride, holding your binoculars in a vice-like grip as the race comes to it's tight end. Shouts of outrage and jubilation erupt around you as Ran crosses the finish line first, followed impossibly close by his contender. You don't partake in the celebrations, though. You just make your way out of the suite and down the stairs to meet him at the finish line.
Ran's already waiting for you with his arms out, planting a long kiss on your lips and holding you close. "Did the girls cry about it?" he jokes in your ear.
"If they did, I wasn't watching." Ran laughs and gives you another big kiss, then raises his middle finger in the direction of the women still watching in the suite.
"Let 'em get a mouthful of that."
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nex-ture · 11 months
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Kisaki Tetta x male reader
Where they are childhood friends and Kisaki always had a crush on him but thought the reader would be disgusted so he never confessed
Until kisaki is in the hospital after Tenjiku (let's pretend he survived) and the reader storms into the room full on crying
Kisaki x Male Reader
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Sometimes I forget I have a blog..this request is over a year old. When I got this request, I was an anime only, and now I've read the whole manga. I do love Kisaki, though, so I'm excited to write this!
This is my first actual fic in like..a year so, I'm sorry this is shitty. I also might have accidentally switched from 2nd person to 3rd..I did that a lot and had to fix it, though might have missed some.
MAJOR SPOILER WARNING: Tenjiku Arc
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Y/n wasn't someone who really stuck out within a crowd of people. His grades were average, and nothing was really exciting about his homelife. Yet he was somehow friends with the overachiever of his class, Kisaki Tetta. Everyone knew who Kisaki was. They just didn't care. He was the nerdy little kid who's only personality trait seemed to be cowering away from any and all problems.
Kisaki and y/n were very close, and it wasn't rare for Kisaki to invite y/n over to his house for playdates or to help y/n study for the upcoming quiz. Kisaki yearned for the awaiting "Yes" every time he asked his friend. He loved hanging out with y/n more than he loved hanging out with Hinata. It was a strange feeling for him. He knew he "loved" Hinata, but, y/n?
It took a long time for Kisaki to finally come to terms with the fact that he truly did like y/n as more than a friend. He'd never really had a crush on a guy before. He never even considered two guys dating.
Even though he'd figured out his feelings, there was no way in hell he'd tell y/n how he felt. Y/n has been with him through everything. He didn't want this stupid crush to be the reason he lost his best friend.
Y/n was there for him when he was banned from Toman. He listened as Kisaki ranted about how this ruined his plans. His plans of getting Hinata and ruining Takemichis life. It saddened to y/n hear him gush about all the work he was putting towards some girl he barely even knew, but y/n would always listen.
Kisaki loved the way y/n would always listen. It seemed like y/n would follow him to the end of the world, and all he had to do was ask and ask he did. Kisaki asked y/n to join Tenjiku with him and take down Mikey. Of course, y/n didn't even give it a second thought. He immediately followed behind Kisaki.
Though the events of Tenjiku vs. Toman were not in Tenjikus favor. The death of Izana came, and to the blame of none other than Kisaki. He didn't mean to shoot Izana. He swears on it. Kisaki stayed down on the floor as Hanma came around with his bike. Y/n watched as they road off, Takemichi in tow.
Y/n quickly ran off, knowing an ambulance, and the police would be there soon. There was no point in sticking around. He had to wait patiently to hear what happened with Kisaki, after getting back home he had texted the blonde but got no response.
He knew Kisaki had the gun with him. There was no way he was in any danger. He was also with Hanma, who was well known for fighting others with no good reason.
Yet the same week, he got a dreadful call from Hanma. He could've sworn he stopped breathing when he heard Kisaki was in the hospital. He was hit by some distracted driver. If Takemichi hadn't called an ambulance, the doctors were sure it would have been fatal.
As soon as the call ended, y/n hopped off his bike and headed over to the address Hanma had sent him. Making his way through the hospital and check-ins was stressing him more out by the minute. The only thought in his head was, "Is Tetta okay?".
Finally, he could go in to visit his friend after what felt like a year. Kisaki laid staring up at the ceiling, and now the door as y/n walked in. He couldn't describe in words how happy he was to see the boy. He was fighting back tears as he tried to read what the other was thinking, how pitiful he probably looked.
Broken bones, he was broken, in body and in spirit. Y/n didn't even notice he was crying until the tears fell. He quickly went over to Kisaki, closing the door behind him. He placed his hand on Kisaki's shoulder as he saw the condition the other was in. It was hell for him. "I'm so sorry.. I wasn't there for you."
The only words he could muster out came in a low whisper as he laid his head in the crook of Kisaki's neck. Tears filling up his own eyes at the sight of y/n crying...over him? They'd been together so long that he didn't realize how much y/n actually cared about him.
His breath grew heavier as he cried loudly. He was never one to be quiet when crying. It was like he was 8 again, crying over some half asses delinquents who came to beat y/n and him up. They never even got to lay a finger on him. Yet he cried every time because they were hurting...y/n.
Y/n had always been there to protect him. He wanted to protect his friend, but the only thing he seemed to have focused on was Hinata Tachibana. When y/n was there for him the whole time. She was the only woman who spoke to him, but y/n was the only guy who cared about him.
"I.. I'm sorry.." he spoke slowly, the accident didn't come without its permanent damages. His crying slowed as y/n lifted his head to look at his. "I..I love.. you, " Tetta muttered out the phrase as the tears started up again.
His mind started racing. Why did he say that? He was going to lose his friend. He was a freak, yet why was y/n smiling...why was y/n laughing...why was y/n still touching him? "I love you so much, Tetta." Y/n always knew exactly what to tell him. He needed y/n in his life to be happy.
He turned his head slowly in y/ns direction as they stood up from his hospital bed. "R... really? This..whole time I...I thought you would leave m...me for saying that.." his words slurred as his stutter, he couldn't tell if it was from the accident or the fact his heart was beating out of his ass.
"I wanted to confess for so long -" Y/ns laughter died down as they spoke. "-but you were always talking about Hinata, so I never knew how." Y/n looked down at Kisaki with a soft smile. Tettas tears slowed as he grabbed onto y/ns hand. "I'm so h...happy." Tettas' smile was faint, but it was there. Maybe something good did come out of this terrible situation..
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sadakorosee · 1 year
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Bed Rest
Summary: Reader is 32 weeks pregnant. Leo and Raph's story takes place at Vern's party while Donnie and Mikey's story takes place in the lair. I was out of ideas.
(l/s/o) - leo's s/o
(r/s/o) - raph's s/o
(d/s/o) - donnie's s/o
(m/s/o) - mikey's s/o
Leonardo:
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2 drunk guys got too careless and made a mess on Vern's floor. Everyone was too drunk to care except you who only watched from the living room where the atmosphere was quieter and less people were hanging out. Because you were pregnant, you couldn't stand too long so April led you to the living room.
Not seeing Leo around, you stood up to grab yourself a drink when you didn't realize someone dropped their cake on the floor and you slipped on it, dropping on your back as everyone gasped to look at you. Women nearby you immediately reacted when they saw your big belly and tried to help you but your eyes closed on its own when you felt pain at the back of your head.
Leo was livid. At the people who made you fall and at himself; he should've stayed behind with you. He only left for a while to grab his and your drink until he heard multiple gasps. When he saw you on the floor, all he saw was red. Like, Raph's bandana kind of red.
See, your pregnancy was unique; it was yours and Leo's creation so a normal hospital wouldn't know how to treat a possible mutant-human baby so here you are being treated by doctors who can. The doctor finally did their tests and explained that there was no problem with your baby and it was healthy. No damage to you either so it was a relief, however, you were asked to stay on bed rest for another 8 weeks.
At the lair, Leo was more than willing to be your 'maid' for the next eight weeks. Splinter was also there to land you a helping hand but you tried to deny his help because he was an old rat.
"No, I have a young soul." He once said with a smug look, 'combing' his long beard.
3 weeks later and you felt so restless it was getting boring. But it was worth it when everytime he comes back from patrol, he'd lay down in bed with you and put his head on your stomach which your baby is always kicking.
"Hi, baby." Leo softly said on your stomach. "Don't give your mama a hard time, okay? She's on bed rest and we can't wait to see you soon." He placed a kiss on your stomach to your lips. "You're a strong woman, y/n. I love you so much. I'm so glad you're mine and carrying our child."
Raphael:
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It was a stupid argument, really.
You and Raph had been arguing from the lair to Vern's party house about you not going to the party; Raph wants you at the lair where it's risk free for you and the baby. You, however, are stubborn and want to get out.
You were stuck at the lair for 2 months without going topside because of your special doctor's orders. It drove you insane being stuck at the lair, it didn't help when Mikey has his eyes on you 24/7 and making sure you have all the things you needed.
The argument made you stressed and you lose consciousness just an hour after you and the turtles arrived Vern's place.
Raph was with you the entire time you were being checked - kneeled down beside you holding your fragile hands in his, worried eyes watching your closed ones waiting for small movements from you.
"y/n darling.. please wake up." He stroked your hair gently. He was trying not to panic and cry when everyone's in the room but his sniffing betrayed him when he felt a hand on his shell.
"Pull yourself together, Raph." Leo said.
"You need to be strong for her." (l/s/o) assured, her hand rubbed Raph's shoulder, her other hand on her also pregnant stomach. "She can't be stressed during pregnancy. She'll risk hers and baby's life." She explained.
"She's stressed, alright," The doctor pulled away. "Her heartbeat's escalating so her blood pressure is high. Your baby is fine but your partner must be on bed rest for the next 8 weeks. She can't move unless for bathroom breaks. Her bath must be 10 minutes, not more than that."
After you woke up, it saddens you that you're on bed rest until your due date and Raph was assisting you all the way. Unfortunately, all of the turtles' s/o are also on bed rest like you are and now gathering in the baby room.
"I hate bed rest." (d/s/o) grumbled while looking at her iPad. "It doesn't help Donnie unsubscribe all the thriller movies, afraid my blood pressure goes up."
"Being pregnant sucks." (m/s/o) pouted. She was an active roller skater and since she got pregnant, her activities halted. Including cooking, which was hers and Mikey's favourite thing to do.
"Next mating season, we girls are going on a holiday. How does Malaysia sound?"
"Let's go/Agreed/Bet!"
Donatello:
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You're the type to must do everything in the lair, even at 32 weeks.
(m/s/o) dropped her porridge on the floor after her baby kicked her and because she couldn't bend down, you think it would be nothing for you but boy you were wrong.
After cleaning up, you clutched your stomach in pain forming cold sweats leaning on the kitchen sink for support. (m/s/o) being the worrier and loud gal, she started pacing back and forth not knowing what to do. Her boyfriend wasn't even around!
"Omg omg omg what do I do? Mikey isn't around! Uhh I should call Don- crap! He's at patrol with Leo!" (m/s/o) was already panicky and with how she's behaving, she might end up giving birth early.
You watched her impassively. Is she for real right now?
"At this point, you're the one giving birth today." You tittered.
Finally after (m/s/o) calmed down, she contacted Donnie. "H-Hey Donatello! Um, something happen--"
"What's wrong, (m/s/o)??"
After she explained what happened, Donnie and Leo ran back to the lair, finding you sitting at the taller stool by the kitchen island. He held you in case you're about to fall.
"I thought you're on bed rest, y/n! What are you doing up?" He raised his voice a bit with distress, eyes narrowed at you. You avoided eye contact knowing he'll just get angry whatever reason you give him. "y/n... if you fell and I wasn't even around, then what do I do? I'm not a practiced doctor."
"I-I'm sorry." Your hormones got to you and cried. Donnie's reaction changed and he relaxed his face.
"No no I'm sorry," he pulled you into an embrace and put his chin on your head. "I'm just worried about you.. carrying our mutant-human baby in your stomach. I'm afraid of future complications and your time to give birth. I looked forward to the day we get to be family and when you announced your pregnancy, I got scared." He pulled away to look at you, his fingers stroking your hair. "I'm scared of what's going to happen to you. I don't want to lose you, y/n. I may never find love again if I lose you."
"Aww, Donnie." You lose your shit again and sobbed.
This time, Donnie joined the tear festival.
Michelangelo:
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You're restless, that's all.
As active as your happy turtle boyfriend. You've been eyeing your roller blades that's collecting dusts for 7 and a half months now and no one was wearing it.
"I want to roller skate again." You pouted to yourself, (r/s/o) sitting beside you joining the bed rest as well.
"y/n, if you so much as getting up from this bed-- God, you're stubborn." (r/s/o) rolled her eyes when you waddle to your skates. The attempt to getting your skates failed so you turn to (r/s/o) who shakes her head. "Uh uh. I'm not helping you, y/n. If Mikey sees you wearing it for the fun of it, he'll burn it."
"B-But--"
"No buts! Now get back to bed or so help me..." (r/s/o) threatened and that made you weak and small.
"O-Okay..." You looked down, tears dropping to the floor and waddled back to bed. Your body shook as you let out small whimpers and (r/s/o) sighed.
"Do you want me to call Mikey for you?" You nodded meekly. "Okay but please stop crying. He'll get mad at me for making you cry."
The turtles returned home and went to visit their s/o's after removing their gears. Both Raph and Mikey walked into the room where you and (r/s/o) were resting.
"How are you feeling, (r/s/o)?" Raph asked his s/o.
"I'm great but I sort of made y/n cry for scolding her. She was about to use her roller blades."
"You WHAT?" Mikey turned to you wide eyed. "Angelcakes, that was dangerous! You're carrying a baby in you! What if you fall?" It was the first time you see him panic and a bit angry.
"I'm s-sorry. I want to skate so bad but I'm so big and round I can't see my feet anymore."
"You'll be able to skate soon and we can teach our baby when they're older! Come on, smile for me." Mikey hold your cheeks with both hands, his baby blue eyes gazed into yours. "You're the most beautiful when you smile."
You shot your smile and he cuddled you, hand rubbing your back.
Bonus:
"How come you never sweet talk like that with me, Red?" (r/s/o) asked straight faced.
"Woman, you gave me a heart attack when you fainted from high blood pressure. I have to live with that as long as I live." Raph booped her nose.
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geralts-yenn · 11 months
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Ice cream, brownies and a hug
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Mikey (hellraiser) x reader
summary: just a little drabble for someone who deserves a hug 💕
warnings: mental health issues (depression, anxiety)
word count: 1,3k
A/N: This is really just a little fluff. If you feel like you need a Mikey to feed you and wrap you in your arms, treat yourself!
When you opened the door, there was a huge paper bag floating directly in front of your face. But after the first surprise, you noticed the beautiful hands that were wrapped around the brown paper. You would have recognised them everywhere.
“Mikey?” you asked incredulously. After the fraction of a second that had you seriously happy that he was standing at your porch, you realized the state you were in. And we’re not even talking about the mess that your mental state was. It was your physical appearance that made you want to be swallowed by the earth immediately. You were wearing some old sweatpants that hung baggy at your hips, and the oversized shirt you had been wearing the last three days and nights had food stains all over it. And of course you hadn’t bothered to wear a bra or comb your hair in days. 
So you just stood there with your mouth agape.
Some dark curls and a pair of piercing blue eyes appeared above the bag. “Will you let me in, sweetcheeks? Or do I have to wait until the ice cream is dripping on my shoes?” Mikey lowered the bag and presented his cheekiest smile.
“How’d you know where I live?” you asked him, still not processing what was happening. After you had spent days just lying in bed and watching cartoons to silence your brain, you weren’t able to form a clear thought.
“Don’t you remember the day when you spent the whole night in the coffee shop with your laptop studying? I walked you home…"
Right! How could you have forgotten about that night? You had been working way too long on a presentation and when you almost fell asleep over your computer, Mike put a plate with brownies and ice cream on your table, another cup of coffee and then he made you laugh with his silly stories. 
You were his last customer and he insisted on bringing you home safely after closing. 
That night, you almost dared to kiss him. But then the moment went by and he had pulled out of your embrace.
"This won't be ice cream any longer soon, baby cakes!" Mikey pushed the paper bag into your arms and just walked into your small apartment, pulling you out of your memories.
He toed off his shoes and glanced around curiously, just ignoring the fact that you were still standing there like an idiot, not saying a single word.
Finally, you realised you should do something. So you put the bag onto your small table and pulled out two containers of ice cream and a package wrapped in tin foil. You unpacked it and saw he had brought brownies.
"Sorry for not giving you a heads-up that I was coming, but for whatever reason you never gave me your number. When you didn't show up for days, you had me a little worried."
He didn't ask you if you were okay. And it would have been ridiculous because it was well obvious that you weren't.
You looked down on you, taking in once more how awful you looked right now. 
"Thank you for checking in on me." Your voice sounded hoarse and shaky. "Just serve yourself, please! I need to change into something more presentable." 
"I don't mind." Mike told you with the sweetest smile you could imagine. "I think you're cute like this." 
He moved closer to you, but before he could reach out for your shoulder, you quickly ran over to your bathroom door.
"Just give me a minute, okay?" you asked him and shut the door behind you. Your heart was racing in your chest. What the hell was he doing here? And what should you do now?
Having him here with you, in your home, was something you had been dreaming of for months. But not like this! Not with you right in the middle of a mental breakdown.
But Mikey had made it perfectly clear that he wouldn't let you make him leave. So you gave yourself a fast flannel wash, brushed your teeth and tried your best to tame your hair. 
You looked around for something to change into. There were some clean pajamas, but they consisted of a silky camisole and matching pants. Revealing, but still better than the stained shirt, probably.
When you entered the lounge room again, Mike already sat on your couch, cross-legged, with a huge bowl of ice-cream in his lap. He beamed at you and nodded at the coffee table in front of him. There was a plate with brownies, topped with ice-cream and sprinkles, waiting for you.
Mike patted on the couch next to him.
"Come here, sweetcheeks!" he ordered you. You slowly approached the couch and sat down. The piece of furniture was too small to leave space between the two of you.
Mike put his own bowl back onto the table, took the plate and, you couldn't believe it, he slowly fed you the dessert he had brought. 
"You know, I noticed you were not doing well the last few days. Your eyes, they looked so sad. I should have talked to you earlier. What can I do for you, cupcake?"
You swallowed and took a deep breath. Apparently, Mikey was here to comfort you. And as much strength as it cost you to let him see you like this, you decided to let him. 
"Can you just give me a hug? And maybe watch a movie with me?"
"Sure that!" he said, smiling. He moved another spoonful of ice cream to your lips. And then another one, and another one until the plate was empty. Then he took the dishes and put them into the sink. 
When he came back, he lay back onto the back of the couch and pulled you close to sit between his spread thighs.
He wrapped his arms around you and for the first time in days you felt truly comfortable, cradled in the warmth of Mike's body.  
You never started any movie. You just sat there, Mike was holding you as close to his chest as possible and breathed slowly, silently asking you to follow his pace and relax in his arms. 
And it was working. You felt your muscles slowly loosening their tension. And even more important, your brain stopped rummaging. You felt nothing, except Mikey, all over you.
It could have been hours or just seconds, you couldn't tell. Mikey brushed his fingers over your temple down to your chin and carefully pushed it up, so his eyes could find yours.
"Would you mind if I kissed you?" His voice was almost a whisper.
Instead of an answer, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to you. 
Ever so softly, his lips brushed over yours.
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lilspicybitch69 · 1 year
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💜 Donnie X Reader 💜
Summary: donnie and you are going on your first date. Donnie is sure you’re a great person, but his brothers? not so much. They ( raph ) take it upon themselves to protect their brother, and watch you two on your date.
A/N: this is my first fic on tumblr and i’m scared shitless rn 💀 but a lot of people wanted to see this so enjoy! also pardon any grammar mistakes i’m terrible at grammar ‼️‼️
Donnie was getting ready for his date with you! doing his eyebrows, picking out an outfit, and making sure he looked as charming as ever. He was a little scared, but he knew you were kind and caring and wouldn’t judge him. But his brothers weren’t as sure. Watching donnie from a far they were slowly concocting a plan. “ We need to do something! Donnie cant go alone. “ “ but it’s a date raph! he’ll never let us go with him. “ mikey had a point, it WAS a date and knowing donnie, he’d want them as far away as possible. “ what if we snuck around? he’d never know we were there. “ at last the three of them agreed on a plan. after a few more minutes of donnie grooming himself to perfection, he was ready to go. “ Well brothers, i am ready to depart for my date. “ he had put a special emphasis on date “ Alright donnie, be careful. “ raph pat his head a couple times and donnie recoiled. “ yeah yeah. remember if you’re gonna go out, stay FAR away from me and Y/N “ As they’d expected he wanted them to not be close. But little did he know they were gonna be closer then he could imagine. the moment he left they silently followed. Being as quiet as they could. Which wasn’t very quiet. They followed him to the restaurant before donnie stopped suddenly, and turned around. they had just enough time to hide but donnie KNEW something was up. he was about to check his brothers locations- “ hey!! donnie! “ suddenly you ran up to him. “ what’re you doing? “ he put his arm behind his back to hide his screen. “ oh! i was just.. checking this time? “ “ okay! let’s go “ you tried to hold his hand which rendered him speechless and stiff as a board, but he wanted to make you happy. so he let you hold his hand anyway. “ look! Y/Ns forcing donnie to hold their hand! disgusting. “ as you both walked into the restaurant, the three brothers followed. sitting in the booth just behind you two. Donnie couldn’t hamm’s shake the feeling his brothers were near. “ i’ll be back i have to… use the bathroom. “ as he went to the bathroom you sat silently, wondering who was in the next booth with the red bandana. and why they were so.. large? As donnie entered the bathroom he hurriedly checked his brothers locations and was MORTIFIED to see that they were in the restaurant. So, he texted them.
what do you think your doing?!
Protecting you! clearly you needed it.
Yeah! they forced you to hold their hand AND go out in public!
What’s next they’re gonna force you to kiss them?
donnie sat with a slightly heated face at the thought of kissing you but, dismissed it quickly. he didn’t want to be gone for to long and returned to your table. “ hey! i ordered for you i hope that’s okay. “ donnie nodded and could help but sweat knowing his brothers could ruin this at any given moment. “ you okay? you look.. worried? “ “ yeah! everything perfectly fine. uh.. you look lovely. “ His distraction had worked, as you clearly forgot about his worried look. After you got your food he checked his messages, his phone had been blowing up. can you guess who was texting?
donnie get out of there! i don’t trust them.
donnie ignored this message, and tried to quickly read the rest of them. “ everything okay donnie? “ he debated silently for a minute, thinking about how to respond. “ wait just a minute! “ the tall person who’d been sitting in the booth near the two of you finally stood up. “ yeah! leave our poor brother alone! “ you looked at donnie and could see how absolutely mortified he was that his brothers were here. “ .. did i do something wrong?.. “ “ no no they’re just being idiots. as usual. “ all three brothers gasped “ dearest brother, we are trying to protect you! “ “ from me ? “ donnie wasnt quite sure how to defend you to his brothers, or vice versa. “ you forced him to hold your hand! he doesn’t even like physical touch! “ you looked at donnie, and he looked a little ashamed. “ sorry i didn’t tell you Y/N.. “ “ donnie.. if you didn’t like physical touch you could’ve told me “ donnie looked up at you and his brothers all stared “ he didn’t tell you? “ “ considering that was just established, no i didn’t tell them. “ after sitting down and talking, all four of them became more sure of you. Mikey, Leo, and Raph, were sure that you were the perfect person for their brother.
okay hope this lived up to everyone’s expectations! got a bit tired at the end so sorry if it’s not as good or ooc but there’s my fan fic ‼️‼️
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alwxkai · 2 years
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How the tokrev boys would react on walking in on you changing:
Part 1.
Characters: Takemichi, Chifuyu, Mikey, Draken, Baji, Kazutora, Mitsuya.
(Fem! Reader, platonic)
You are changing and close to naked, when accidentally your best friend(s) walk in on you.
1. Takemichi
*walks in to see you in your bra*
Michi: "oH-"
*looks at you for a second and blinks*
Y/n: "GeT OUT ?!"
Michi: "I-I am so sorry- I didn't- I wasn't- I'm sorr- I'm going to leave."
*slams door shut*
Michi: "Phew, that was a close call. If Hina-" Hina, smiling, knife in hand: "You called?"
2. Chifuyu
*walks in to see you shirtless*
Chifuyu, eyes raised: "Uh- My bad-"
Y/n: "Get the-"
Chifuyu: "I'M LEAVING."
*gets out of the room**
*pops back into the room*
Y/n: "chIFUY-"
Chifuyu: "That's bigger than I thought it would be not gonna li-WAIT DONT THROW THAT SHO-"
3. Mikey
*walks in to practically naked*
*he gasps*
Y/n, very startled: "Mikey! Wh-Get o-"
Mikey: "YOU HAVE AN ASS."
Y/n: "🧍‍♂️"
Mikey: "YOU'RE SO FLAT I THOUGHT YOU DIDNT EVEN HAVE ONE."
Y/n: "Bitch fuck this I don't care if I'm naked I'm gon beat your fucking ass rig-"
Mikey: "No ew put some clothes on I ain't fighting a woma-why are you taking snacks out-BITCH DONT YOU FUCKING DARE BURN THAT- NAH SIS YOU DIDN- STOP- *screaming*
4. Draken
*walks in as your changing pants*
Draken: "HoE how many times have I told you to lock this DOOR?"
Y/n: "The lock DOESN'T WORK."
Draken: "Huh?" *checks the locks* "Oh you right this doesn't, huh-"
Y/n: "DUDE GET OUT RIGHT NOW-"
Draken: "Oh. Yeah I should do that first."
*leaves*
*10 minutes later, after you're done changing, as you're leaving the room*
Draken, holding the tool box: "Finally, how long does it take for you to change. Hang on, I'll change the lock."
Y/n: "aWWW thank you."
Draken: "No I'm doing this so that no one else will have to go through what I di- YOU DID NOT JUST KICK ME-"
5. Baji
*walks in as you pulled out your dress*
Baji: "Hey- Oh you're naked."
Y/n: "GeT OUT."
Baji: "Hang on, I need to get my charger." *completely ignores you and takes it*
Baji:
*Grabs the dress.*
Baji: "Hey this material is nice."
*he smiles menacingly.*
Baji: "Very inflammable material...I'm taking it."
Y/n: "Kei that cost me a $50 don't you dare burn-"
*door closes*
Y/n: "KEI DONT YOU FUCKING DARE-"
6. Kazutora
*walks in to you topless*
Kazutora: "Ew what is that."
Y/n: : "What is what?"
Kazutora, pointing a finger at you: "...That."
Y/n: "Bitch get your banana looking ass out of my ro-"
Kazutora: "Jeez, fine. At least I don't look like a wooden door."
Y/n: "This is why your mom left you."
Kazutora: "Oh nO YOU DIDN'T-"
7. Mitsuya
*walks in to you picking clothes in your unders*
Mitsuya: "Hey we ne-Oh shi-"
Y/n, too busy searching: "Get out."
Mitsuya: "Uh-Yes-Brois that what you're wearing to the date?"
Y/n, turning to look at him: "Yes."
Mitsuya, raising an eyebrow: "Tell me it's a joke."
Y/n, groaning: "No."
Mitsuya, so close to crying: "That. Is the worst shirt, ever."
Y/n: "Bro get the fuck out-"
Mitsuya: "You're not getting any bitches with that Y/n, I swear to go-"
Y/n, pushing him out of the room: "Thanks for the input. Now go get some bitches first."
Mitsuya: "I get more than you any-"
*slams door*
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hi ajsjajs first post ×£^#!*#^ what do yu think??? also lemme know who you want in pt 2 !!
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yellowhollyhock · 14 days
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fireworks!!
gonna try writing the mutant mayhem kiddos! this one’s a fluffy piece none angst ❤️
tw embarrassing teenage crush and teasing about it (Leo’s on April).
Raph banged on the bathroom door. “Come on, Leo, we have to go now if we want to get a good seat.”
“This is our first time watching in person,” Leo called back. “I wanna make a good impression, Raph!”
“A good impression on who?” Donnie glanced up from his phone. He’d thrown on a hoodie hours ago and camped out on the couch while the rest of them got ready. “People don’t go to firework shows to watch each other.”
Mikey poked his head out of his bedroom. “He just wants to make a good impression on April.”
Raph grinned, reaching over to give Mikey a fist bump. Donnie ooohed.
“That is enough, boys,” Master Splinter fussed over Mikey’s crooked beanie. “I know the humans are nicer now, but we still have to be very careful how we present ourselves.”
Raph didn’t care. He didn’t care if by some bizarre twist of fate humans hated him after tonight.
He was going to see fireworks in person for the first time ever. Usually they’d watch Time Square on the tv for New Years Eve, but tonight April had invited them to to watch with her from the pier.
Finally, Leo came out if the bathroom. He wore a tucked in button up shirt and a bowtie.
He rubbed his arm nervously. “Do I look stupid?”
Raph and Mikey exchanged looks.
It wasn’t that he didn’t value Leo’s dignity, but there’s only so much you can do, you know?
“You look great,” he lied. “Let’s go let’s go let’s go.”
“I don’t know what the big rush is,” Donnie finally out his phone down. “There’s already gonna be a crowd, you know.”
“We gotta have time to get snacks before it starts!” Mikey bounced excitedly in place.
“April’s expecting us in,” Leo checked his phone, “Fifteen minutes.”
With a little more arguing and a lot more chaos, they were out if the sewers walking through the streets. The little family huddled close with hats and hoodies pulled snug—except for Raph. He couldn’t help bounding ahead a bit, and let his unzipped jacket flap in the cold wind.
“What took you guys so long?” April demanded, shifting from foot to foot to keep herself warm. A crooked smile kept them from taking her impatience too seriously.
Raph scurried to get a spot on the blanket she’d set out. “Have they started yet?”
“It’s not even dark yet, Raph,” Donnie settled down next to him.
He groaned. “First Leo and now the Sun? Why does everything take so long?”
He got a few scattered laughs instead of an answer. Leo sat down on his other side—next to April, which would be why he was sitting so stiffly—and Mikey plopped himself behind them, leaning on their shells.
“Who’s gonna come with me to get snacks?”
Raph let the world shuffle around him as snacks were obtained and the family repositioned. He half-listened to April and Donnie exchange stories about school. He distantly sympathized with Mikey’s noises of disgust and alarm when Splinter greeted Scumbug. His eyes were on the sky.
It was worth the wait, when Leo pointed and Mikey grabbed his wrist. He stood up for a better view, hearing it whistle but seeing nothing. It rose in pitch, and he followed the sound, until
BOOM
Gold and red scattered across the sky, crackling like cereal and slowly fading until only smoke was left.
Raph cackled. Splinter smiled fondly at him. Mikey laughed with him. Donnie leaned against him in silent solidarity.
“This is nice,” Leo said softly.
And it was nice—sitting together in the nighttime air, unworried about the groups gathered around them. But it was so much more than nice. The variety of colors, the smells of smoke and popcorn and traffic, the ultimate satisfaction of hearing and watching the buildup and inevitable release—
It was exhilarating.
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