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reallyromealone · 10 months

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Mikey x male reader

Omegaverse, angst, attempted suicide, depression, mentions of miscarriage

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(name) was silent as he listened to the saved voice mails of his once fiance, Mikey's warm voice as he spoke about their plans and the soft "I love you" before they ended, he was always so gentle when speaking to (name).

He was always so wonderful to (name).

He worked so hard for (name) especially after the Takemichi incident, he and takemichi actually grew quite close over the years.

"Don't stay up too late, Sanzu and I got business... I love you" Mikey's voice spoke out before the audio clip ended and (name) was left in silence, tears streaming down his eyes as he whispered a watery "I love you" back, body slumped slightly as a sob broke through his body.

He took care of Grandpa Sano till his passing, the house given to (name) when he died and (name) became a recluse, each room exactly how it was left, Emma's room unchanged.

It was a time capsule of broken memories.

(Name) kept everything clean and tidy, taking the spare room as his own and keeping keepsakes of his family now gone, a shrine of his three siblings.

He always put their favorite desserts and foods out for them, shrines in the empty dojo for each member of the Sano family Izana included, photos of each of them.

He hoped they rested easy.

Mikey was never the same after leaving (name), his beloved Omega, his everything.

Sanzu locked his pain away with drugs, guilt filling him for abandoning his beloved younger brother, the only sibling he claimed and valued deeply.

Takeomi pretended nothing was wrong but his heart clenched at the sight of anything or anyone reminding him of the omega.

Mikey didn't eat much, he didn't sleep really either.

He could feel the pain from (name) in the claim mark, he bit (name) during his rut but (name) never got a chance to return it during his heat, Mikey forced to feel it all.

The abandonment.

The suffering.

The heartache.

Every night like clockwork was when it was at its worse, like it started all over again.

And it was all Mikey's fault.

The two had been engaged since they were children, been through the good and the bad and Mikey left (name) with OAS (Omega abandonment syndrome).

Mikey was living in the life of luxury while (name) lived alone and broken.

Mikey kept close tabs on (name), he was obsessed with him-- he always was.

(Name) was perfect.

He had pictures of him, regularly getting updates on every aspect of his life and every little moment he had.

Draken got (name) a dog, it helped a little.

It got him out at least, (name) regularly going out to walk the pooch.

"It's for the best" he would tell himself, it's what all three of them would tell themselves.

(Name) walked with Draken, the Alpha always the big brother figure to him, he was supposed to be his brother in law after all. The tall mechanic decided to give (name) a job at his shop with Inupi, the passive blond never really interacted with (name), Draken explaining his situation and the therapy (name) was going through. (Name) made strides compared to how he was in the beginning, when Mikey abandoned him... (Name)... He... Draken hated thinking about it.

(Name) was good at the job, the consistency with social interactions distracting the Omega and he even laughed once, even if it was only slight.

"Move?"

"Yeah, inupis boyfriend and him want to live together and I offered to move out so they can have the apartment"

"Are you still looking?" (Name) asked softly and Draken grunted "yeah, preferably something close"

"... You could stay with me"

Draken accepted it, (name) and him packed up grandpa sanos belongings, some things spaced around the house but many things out in Mikey's former room (Draken had to put it in as (name) refused to enter that room), Draken moving in the same week.

Mikey looked at the pictures and didn't know how to feel though the mics and cameras in the apartment showed Drakens genuine concern for the Omega, helping him move on from the 'deaths' of all his loved ones.

"You kept these?" Drakens voice through the recording was shocked and almost heartbroken, Mikey leaning into his seat as he watched the recording "I couldn't get rid of them... I have a box of memories as well"

Mikey was shocked as the Kanto and Toman jackets were lifted, they were in perfect condition, Mikey thought he got rid of those...

"I miss him" (name) croaked out and Draken held him close "did you know I was pregnant when he left?"

Mikey froze as he heard this, Sanzu walking in as he heard it "pregnant?" Both Sanzu and Draken said in shock.

"Yeah, a little girl... I hoped she would look like Mikey... I always teased him that he would make a pretty girl" (name) said with a lifeless chuckle and everything clicked for Draken.

This is why he couldn't move on.

"I had a whole dinner planned for telling him, do you think he would have been happy?"

"Yes..." Mikey whispered broken, he would have been over the moon! He would have lifted (name) and carried him around, never letting him lift a finger and and... He killed his baby.

He was the worst.

"I was wondering... If you maybe wanted to go out sometime?" A customer asked (name), the Omega shocked as he fiddled with his fingers "uh... I'm sorry I'm not looking for a relationship right now" he mumbled looking stressed out and leaned away, he had stopped saying he was married anymore.

The concept of a relationship was hard for (name), who would want him? A broken Omega widow?

It also felt like a betrayal.

He was betraying his alpha...

But Mikey was also dead.

Mikey was dead.

(Name) was sitting in his room thinking about this, maybe it was time he go on a date.

(Name) wanted to cry.

His date didn't show up.

(Name) felt defeated as he stood up and left the restaurant, tears staining the nice clothes Mitsuya put together for him, walking down the street with a distant look.

He decided to take an alternative route, wanting to eat some sweets at a bakery he knew stayed open late.

(Name) was in a haze as he walked, staring at the road before him and walking into it.

He stared down a truck barreling towards him when he was ripped away "ARE YOU INSANE?!" a voice screamed at him and (name) just stared off before glancing up.

"Oh I'm dead..." (Name) mumbled as he stared at Sanzu, so broken and lifeless was the man before Sanzu.

"You're not dead! You almost fucking died! Why would you do that?!"

Because he wanted to see his loved ones.

He just wanted to be with his family.

He lost so much.

Emma.

Senju.

His brothers and his beloved.

"I lost it so bad I'm hallucinating..." (Name) laughed to himself as Sanzu looked at his brother in horror, had (name) been that emotionally damaged by them leaving him?

(Name) stood up and began wandering off, clothes tattered and scrapes on his body and Sanzu didn't trust him to be left alone.

(Name) sat on the leather couches, taken to god knows where but he didn't particularly care.

He didn't care what happened anymore.

He was already hallucinating his dead loved ones.

Glancing around he took in the high end building and the large clear window of Tokyo, wandering to look out of it.

He wondered how fast he would die at this height.

"(Name)?" A voice took (name) from his thoughts and he turned to see Takeomi, the other in shock "you're not real" (name) said simply as he looked at Takeomi up and down "(name)... I'm real" takeomi said to his brother who scoffed and returned to look out the window.

Takeomi walked towards him and reached out but got a volatile reaction instead "don't fucking touch me! Is this some sick fucking joke?! Let's get people who look like the poor omegas dead loved ones and emotionally torment him!" (Name) cried out as he stepped away, shaking and just every emotion he repressed came out as he began crying hysterically. He was so angry and just done, screaming his frustrations onto the other and hyperventilating to the point he felt dizzy.

His screaming and angry caught the attention of the rest of Bonten, Mikey stepping out to see his beloved being held by takeomi while struggling and screaming.

"Look! There's Mikey!"

(Name) was sobbing and absolutely furious as he locked eyes with his mate and at this point absolutely lost it, not noticing takeomi putting pressure against his neck before the world went dark.

Mikey didn't leave his mates side, the closest he had been in a long time, he knew he shouldn't have but crawled in the bed and held (name) close in his lap, kissing his temple.

"I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have left you" Mikey whispered, he wasn't going to let him go anymore.

He just hoped (name) wouldn't despise him when he woke.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #male reader #bonten x reader #omegaverse #omega male reader #mikey tokyo revengers #mikey x male reader

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 9 months

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Part 13

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 12 🟣 Part 14

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: Ongoing vampire shenanigans, mentions of blood, biting, angst, a kiss, slightly inappropriate fang-examinations.

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: All I have to say is.... I'm sorry?

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Waking up next to Mikey in cold sweat, hoping he wasn’t snooping around in your brain wasn’t a new thing for you at this point. In fact, you’d been doing it for weeks now, growing increasingly exasperated with every new dream. When you had negotiated the arrangement, you had promised yourself you wouldn’t let anything come between you and Mike, but these dreams were rapidly shitting all over your fantastic plan. Feeding the guys had somehow simultaneously become more casual and more intimate; you no longer insisted on the formality of relocating to the couch in the living room, but instead just crawled into their beds if that happened to be the most practical option. Also, you had already found yourself shouting (according to them) through the house whether ‘anyone needed to suck on you because you were planning on getting hammered’, which was hardly a dignified way of ‘offering your services’ – you still hated that phrase; it made you feel like a hooker.

Your relationship with the guys had definitely changed over the past weeks: the crazy spike of protectiveness after feeding had begun to settle, and all of it left you in a situation where you were extremely well cared for. Mike kept you hydrated by bringing you water or tea whenever he felt you wanted a drink, Sherlock was on top of your vitamin intake, and August had expressed a particular preference for the way your blood tasted after eating certain foods, so you got a whole lot of fantastic meals without ever even having to ask. Marshall, despite being grumpy and tired all the time, gave the absolute best hugs in the whole world, and you spent many a movie night snuggled into his side with your feet in Mike’s lap. You’d talked about that, and he was okay with it. He had been really okay with a lot of things.

Despite your changing relationships, and getting closer to the guys, you always slept next to Mike, and not once had you entertained the thought of leaving him for one of the others – which is exactly why these dreams weren’t fucking helping. There was no doubt in your mind that you never wanted to lose Mike; you simply loved him way too much to ever let him go. Then why were you dreaming about his roommates? His friends? His brothers? The bond between the four of them was undeniably strong, and you regularly cursed yourself for getting into this mess and wiggling your way in between them, while at the same time ‘in between them’ was exactly where you wanted to be. Now, these were things you should probably – definitely – discuss with Mike, before it started to completely eat you up inside, but you just… no matter how much you really wanted to, you just couldn’t.

“Is this the first time you actively wish I’d snoop around in your brain and swoop in?” Mike asked softly as he wrapped his arms around you tightly and pulled you into his chest. You let out a sarcastic chuckle. Smug bastard.

“Yes,” you answered truthfully. That would really make things so much easier, even though it didn’t make the conversation any less scary.

“I know they all love you, in their own way,” he sighed. “Things have been changing. Can’t say I like it, but I can’t say I want to stand in your way, either.”

Was he saying what you thought he was saying?

“I guess what I’m trying to say is…” He let out a deep sigh and kissed your neck, grazing his teeth over your skin for a brief moment. “Let it happen.”

“Sherlock?” you asked carefully as you opened the door. The room was completely dark.

“Come in,” you heard from where you knew his desk to be, “feel free to turn on the light.” The words were followed by a low chuckle. By now, you knew that sound so well. You had dreamt about it. That, and… never mind. “Can I help you?” He smiled at you – the same heartwarming smile that also appeared in your dreams quite often.

“Were you working? Am I interrupting something?” You quickly glanced at the paper he had in front of him. It looked like a letter.

“Just writing to an old friend,” he said. You had to admit he looked exhausted – and even in that state he was still such a beautiful man… “Why are you here, darling? It has to be past midnight.” It was, and you should be asleep right now, but you weren’t. You had spent the whole time working on a paper that was due tomorrow night, and things had been flowing, so you hadn’t been able to stop. Now, at two in the morning, you had somehow convinced yourself that Sherlock had to take a look at that paper…

“Can’t sleep,” you said, “I finished my paper, but it won’t get out of my head. Would you maybe take a look at it? Doesn’t have to be now, of course, you can do it in the morning…” He already held out a hand to you.

“You know we don’t technically need sleep, don’t you?” he said as he took your tablet from you. “It’s just a convenient way to conserve energy.” He stayed quiet for a few moments, reading your paper much quicker than you ever could. “This is good. I can make a few notes in the morning, but please stop worrying about it now.”

As he handed the tablet back to you, his fingers brushed against yours. He was cold. He was…

“You’re starving,” you whispered. His embarrassed smile told you all you needed to know.

“Yes,” he admitted. He shouldn’t have to feed for a few more days, and even then he certainly shouldn’t be this hungry… “There was a plagiarism case… the department got permission for me to compel students to tell the truth. It’s a whole ordeal. Witnesses, cameras, written consent. They weren’t the perpetrators, but that makes the interrogation no less exhausting.”

“Sherlock…” You stepped closer to him, reaching for his cheek. “I don’t want you to wait this long before coming to me.” As you stroked the side of his face, he gently hooked his hands behind your knees and pulled you in until you were straddling his legs.

“What is it like for you?” he asked suddenly, taking you by surprise. “Feeding us, I mean.” His hands moved from your knees to your thighs as you sat down in his lap.

“I can smell you,” he whispered against the skin of your neck. “Nine hundred years of practicing restraint, and now that it’s you…”

“What do you mean?”

He smiled at you apologetically as he frantically tried to control his breath. “I can’t seem to control my teeth… Answer my question, please; what does it feel like for you?”

“To feel that you’re this cold and hungry?” you asked. “I feel like a failure for not keeping you happy and fed.” Your words seemed to shock him – hurt him, even. “I crave the feeling of your lips on my skin,” you continued without thinking, “and the moment of the bite. That warm feeling afterwards…” Three months had been plenty to draw a conclusion about your hypothesis that the feeling differed depending on who it was that fed on you, although you still needed more experience with it to really explain it.

“Do you think that’s what she felt, too?” he asked then, referring to the woman with whom he’d had his previous agreement. There was a sadness in his eyes.

“You never asked?” you said quietly.

“I was just given enough time to feed, never for lengthy conversation,” he admitted.

“It sounds like… Charles Brandon, was it? Sounds like he was a bit of a dick.”

“Charles isn’t a bad man at all! Impulsive, perhaps. But you have to understand how incredibly dangerous it was for him to even share her with me. If he had been found out…”

“But they didn’t catch you two?”

“Darling, neither of us would have been alive today if they had,” Sherlock said in earnest, shuddering at the thought of what could have happened.

He smiled at you again, his fangs threatening to puncture his lower lip. Carefully, you reached a finger out to touch one – and he let you, chuckling as you examined his teeth.

“What happens if you lose one?” you wondered, suddenly pulling your hand back as you realized it was a bit weird to sit there with your fingers in his mouth.

“They grow back,” he laughed. “It takes a rather unusual amount of force to remove them…”

“Torture technique?” you blurted out. To your surprise, Sherlock shook his head.

“Filing them down was more common,” he said with a strangled look on his face. You didn’t need to ask if it had ever happened to him.

“Sherlock, will you please feed?” You had finally grown tired of these games, no matter how fun it was to learn new things about vampires. He needed to eat, and he needed to do so right now. To your surprise, he didn’t protest.

“I don’t feel like moving,” he muttered so softly that no one in the house would have been able to hear him. It should have occurred to you then and there that there was something not right about this – whatever this was – and you loved to believe that you would have realized it… if you hadn’t agreed with him so thoroughly.

“Me neither.” The words that slipped from your lips seemed so simple, so straightforward, but in reality, they were everything – including the permission Sherlock had been looking for to sink his teeth into your neck as he wrapped you in his arms and drew you closer to him, leaving you to fight down strangled moans and whines that – although muffled – reflected every shred of ecstasy you felt.

He drank quickly, taking a little too much time to pass his tongue over the wounds when he was done, but you didn’t care. When you looked down, you saw him licking a drop of your blood off his lips in an almost criminally sensual way… and then he kissed you. Either that, or you kissed him. Not that it mattered, because one way or another, it was your mouth on his now. It was his tongue sliding along your bottom lip, and your lips parting for him. It was hushed groans of pleasure and – as much as you hated to admit it – it was your hips grinding into his. And it was Mike, standing in the doorway with his mouth hanging open and tears in his eyes. It was his panicked, ragged breath out of sync with your own, the shock on his face, and the quietly whispered ‘what the fuck’. It was your broken heart and so, so very clearly his, too. In fact, it was all clear as day. Despite the conversation you had had with Mike, this felt wrong.

“What the fuck do you mean ‘he’s gone’?” Marshall yelled, absolutely beside himself with anger. August leaned back in his chair, and didn’t seem at all prepared to do anything about this situation. “What happened?” All it took was one glance between you and Sherlock that you never intended Marshall to catch, and he knew exactly what had caused this.

“You?” He sneered. In one motion your eyes didn’t catch, he pinned Sherlock against the wall, a hand firmly on his throat. “I expected bullshit like this from him!” He gestured at August, who didn’t take offense to his words. Instead, Marshall seemed to calm down unnaturally fast.

“I would very much like to remind you that trying to kill him would be extremely stupid,” August noted calmly. Marshall’s grip on Sherlock’s throat relaxed, until finally his arm dropped to his side again. Sherlock hadn’t moved throughout all of this – not voluntarily, at least – and he continued to stand there, very still… almost as if he had completely resigned to Marshall’s anger.

“Mike said he was okay with it,” you sobbed quietly, staring at the floor to keep the guys from seeing your tears. It was hopeless; they could easily hear them.

“Clearly he isn’t! And now he’s run off!” Marshall snapped.

“Walter!” Everyone’s eyes drifted to Sherlock immediately. No one ever used Marshall’s first name. “I don’t believe he was lying. I think he just wasn’t quite prepared for what he saw.”

“He’s testing his bonds, Sherlock,” Marshall said, his voice breaking as he spoke. “And not just ours, the one with me, too.” When he said it, the room went eerily quiet. Clearly this was something serious – something very serious you had absolutely no context on.

“What’s going on?” you asked in a small voice.

“You two handle this,” Marshall growled as he pushed his way past Sherlock, into the hallway. “I’m not in the mood for another vampire lesson.”

Without saying a word, August put the kettle on. He didn’t drink tea, so you assumed it was for you. August impatiently gestured at you to sit down.

“So, what happened between you two?” August asked, an eyebrow raised. It was easy to see that he was both curious and extremely worried.

“We… kissed,” you muttered. It was loud enough for him to hear you, of course. Looking around the kitchen, you noticed that Sherlock had left, too.

“He’ll be back,” August said. “So a kiss is what has Mike… Oh, well. Here.” He held a cup of tea out to you before the sound of the kettle had even registered in your brain.

“Thanks,” you said, sitting down. Suddenly, Sherlock appeared in the chair next to you.

“He’s not at the pier,” he said, “I figured I’d give it a shot.”

“I think we may just need to let him cool off,” August said calmly, though still with a worried frown on his face. “If he’s really trying his ties, we don’t want to piss him off.”

Sherlock didn’t respond, and neither did you – it was usually easier to just wait for August or Marshall – or Mike – to pick up on your confusion than to keep asking for explanations. Lo and behold: August’s soft chuckle indicated that he’d noticed your silent distress: “Vampires are coven-bound.”

“That doesn’t explain anything,” you chuckled softly. You were used to this by now; the rest of the information would follow, you were sure of it.

“It’s barely any different than family ties or friendships,” Sherlock said, “with the exception that we can… feel them.”

“To a point where they’re almost tangible,” August added. “It’s tough to explain, but it feels different, trust me. It also means I don’t have to be near these guys to know what they’re feeling. Sherlock could compel him to come home.”

You immediately turned to Sherlock. “Why don’t you do that?”

“Can you calm him down?” you asked. Mike wasn’t the only one who was extremely upset, for fuck’s sake! You were pretty damn torn up about this, too!

“Because that would force him to make a choice immediately,” Marshall’s voice sounded from behind you. “The bonds are strong, especially after several decades, but they’re not unbreakable.”

“I don’t think he’d decide in our favor. He’s extremely upset,” August added.

“Princess, I have a stronger bond with you than I do with him,” August snorted.

“That’s a lie and you know it,” Marshall replied. “Either way… We have a similar but more… detailed bond with the vampire who turned us. Right now, he’s pulling on that string, too, and it hurts…”

You noticed the tears in his eyes as he said it, and without thinking you made your way over to him, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him tight. “I’m sorry for the trouble I’m causing.”

“He’s the one causing trouble, Princess,” August growled, “not you.”

“That’s not fair, August,” you replied. “We’re the ones who drove him away.” Sherlock didn’t look at you as you said it. Instead, he stared at his hands in his lap.

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psychologicalwarclaire · 4 days

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Asking some writers/artists I follow:

Is there anything in your fic/comic that you as the author know about, but won't end up in the actual story?

There is. a lot.

Spoilers for Spider's Web With Strings Attached (and a really long rant) below the cut

When she took Donnie's mask after Heinous Green bashed his head in, she kept it in her vault in case she needed to perform some sort of magic that required his DNA some day.

Big Mama never intended for Donnie to die.

That being said, she still recorded and sold copies of Donnie's death. It's her most sold recording ever.

Viper requested to fight Leo. Big Mama only agreed if she kept him alive and able to fight.

Like she got the orb that she captured all of New York in from Draxum, Big Mama got the spider brooches from Draxum many years ago. She only had two; she was lying about the other two for Raph and Mikey.

Before he knew where the twins were, Mikey kept having visions of them fighting people and getting hurt. He thought they were just nightmares.

Heinous Green was in the arena because Big Mama often partners with the Hidden City police. Criminals can work of time by serving the community. In this case, they serve the community by providing entertainment Roman Coliseum style.

Big Mama's family introduced arena fights to the humans.

There was going to be a fight where Tyrian fought a scorpion and writhed with agonizing poison for a chapter, but I forgot about it until it was too late to add it -_-

Raph and Mikey's arena names would have been Rouge and Terracotta.

Big Mama was panicking the majority of the fic. Because she kidnapped them very illegally, she had to manage their food, housing, medical care, and fight arrangements herself so none of the people who normally do that (legally) would get suspicious. Honestly, Big Mama didn't expect them to become SO well loved, and then worried about keeping audience interest by putting the twins in harder fights, but not killing off her greatest assets. She, like everyone else, thought that Leo would snap first. When Donnie snapped first and proved to be a very effective killer, some of the audience grew worried about what was happening behind the scenes and raised questions Big Mama couldn't answer. Panicking, she set up the death bracket, hoping that becoming the champion would turn public opinion of Tyrian positive again. She miscalculated, and Donnie died. She also didn't intend for Leo to get mixed up in the bracket. A LOT of people lost a LOT of money, and her stocks dropped. At that point, it became less about business and money making and much more about getting revenge via torture. By the time she offered Astros the 'out' that was one final fight, she was stressed out of her mind with upholding her reputation. Had Leo been in his right mind, he would have seen how much she was unraveling.

Todd turned his non profit lemonade into a fundraiser to find the twins back when they were first missing. There were a LOT of posters and Big Mama had a FIELD DAY trying to take them all down.

Mikey and Raph tried for DAYS to get the trackers back online, but it never worked.

After hearing that Donnie had died, Hypno, Warren, Meat Sweats, and Repo got together and made the Hamatos a gift basket.

April is failing most of her classes right now.

At some point during the recovery arc, Donnie snuck out to secretly turn every blinking red light in the Lair green. You know exactly why.

Raph was wrong when he said crime had been way down since the invasion. Casey Jr had been handling it without anyone knowing. The Purple Dragons hate him a lot now.

Draxum learned slang words from school, but April taught him what they meant

#those are the ones off the top of my head #i might mention them at some point but for now consider these headcanons from the author #writing #my writing #behind the scenes #fanfiction #swsa #rottmnt fanfic swsa #asks #cookie crumbs

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mitsuyascumsock · 3 years

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How do you think the Boten guys would react to finding out their S/O is preggers?

I think about this so often

Bonten finding out their S/O is pregnant

Characters: Mikey, Sanzu, Kakucho, Ran, Rindou, Kokonoi

CW: a little nsfw, mentions of abortion

Mikey

I don't have a lot of thoughts for his I'm sorry

He's not that suprised actually

I mean, it's not like you two used condoms

Apathetic as always

"it is what it is, (y/n)."

He's not mad though

He's actually pretty happy! He's just not sure how to show that

He'd definitely be an absent father though. He didn't want you involved in Bonten already, but he'd never forgive you or himself if the kid did

He just wants you both to be safe and sound no matter what

Sanzu

I mean the man probably has a breeding kink

So this was kind of his goal? He wasn't sure if he actually wanted kids though

You two had a long talk about it

He took like 4 different kinds of drugs just to keep him calm

His main worry was bringing a kid up with so much gang activity around it

And having him as a father

He really just didn't want to mess up the kid

He was so worried they wouldn't like him

"But sweetie, what if they're afraid of my scars?" "I'd be more scared of your mullet." "WHAT IF THEY'RE SCARED OF MY MULLET?"

In the end you two decided to have the baby

And a few more, probably

God he loved how much you relied on him during the pregnancy, too

And your cute baby bump? It made him so happy

He'd talk to the baby before it was even born and tell it stories about his day

Yes, even violent days

But he swore that the baby would never get hurt

Because he wanted to protect his two angels. Nothing could keep him from doing that.

He'd be a good dad. A little odd, but still good.

Matching masks for him and the baby!

Also matching outfits because he thought it was so cute

Yes, eventually he roped you into matching too.

Kakucho

I don't make the rules but he'd be the best

You two had probably agreed on having a baby already

If not, he was still really excited

Yes he'd cry out of happiness

You'd have to hold him in a hug for awhile

He'd immediately start talking to the baby and telling them how much he loves you both

Gets started on the baby room within a week of knowing

Goes to every single appointment with you

Even waits in the room while you give birth

If you two weren't already married, he's now planning an extravagant wedding for you two

Because he knows you deserve the best and only the best

After the baby is born, you catch him sleeping in their room with a bed time story open in his hands

He's such a sweet dad

Ran

He's shocked

He birth control stopped it 100% of the time

He's definitely not mad at you though

Or at himself

He takes a few hours to go "think it over"

He ended up coming back with a stroller and comfort food for you

Yeah, he definitely wants to keep it

The thought of having a miniature you running around fills him with so much joy

He would never stop bragging about it to Rindou

He's having a baby with the love of his life, it's not like Rindou can blame him

He'd be a pretty good dad, honestly

He'd make sure Rindou played an active part in their life too

The kid would never get bullied because everyone knows about the Haitani brothers

Okay maybe Sanzu would bully them as a joke

But in a fun uncle way

While you're pregnant, Ran would definitely dote on you

And just in general

But if you're pregnant he'll give you everything you ask for

Stuff for the baby? Got it! New mattress? Already ordered and on the way! No request is too high if it makes you comfortable

You find him reading parenting books a lot

He also insists on having another kid. He wants them to have a younger siblyjusy like he did

Rindou

Listen, this man was mad

Only at himself though since he forgot to pull out

He told you he didn't care if you got an abortion or not

He even offered to pay. What a romantic.

Overall not a good dad.

That's it, I can't imagine him being a good parent at all

I'm so sorry Rindou lovers, we're suffering together

Kokonoi

He thought it was a joke at first

"the fuck do you mean your serious? Is that even possible?" "Koko, you said I could stop taking birth control since the side effects sucked so bad." "Oh yeah."

Overall he was pretty excited

He didn't let it show though

He asked if they could name it Seishu or Akane, you said no to both

He had always wanted a family with Akane, but after he met you? Honestly he never knew love could feel.. happy.

He'd give you anything you could ever dream of

Also he definitely threw you guys a cheesy gender reveal party

You two found out it was a girl!

A few years later, you ended up having a little boy too

He promised he'd never let them get seperated

He also regretted not pushing the name thing

"it would have been perfect babe!" "I'm sorry baby, I'm not letting you make our kids after your first love. What if I named one after mine?"

He shut up after that

He'd buy so many expensive gifts for you and the kids

It's extremely cute. He'd be such a good dad.

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manjiroro · 3 years

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Hello I hope you are doing okay! May I request Draken, Mikey and Peh yan (separately) having a crush( and completely smitten) with a Tanjiro(Demon slayer) like gn reader, friends to lovers kind of thing. It can be a Drabble or whatever you feel, if you can’t do this it’s ok! Stay safe!

crush who is like kamado tanjiro

characters: draken, mikey, peh yan

content: fluff, gender neutral, friends to lovers

hello!! thank you for requesting~ i'm doing alright! i hope youre doing well too~ i love friends to lovers au and for a tanjiro reader?? love it

i apologise for any mistakes and i hope you enjoy it~

d r a k e n

he started crushing on you because of your compassion and kind smile

you guys met when you accidentally bumped into him on the busy streets of shibuya

you were rushing to your part time job when you bumped into this tall and sturdy figure on accident

you looked up at him and started bowing and apologising profusely

draken was taken back of course but he kept telling you that it was okay

you still felt bad so you offered to get him a drink while giving him a smile

that was when time stopped for him, your smile was so warm, it made him feel all sorts of feelings

he was too busy staring at your smile that he didn’t realise that he unconsciously said yes and was now being dragged by you

you held onto his hand as you dragged him to a nearby cafe, weaving your way through the sea of people walking along shibuya

draken could never forget how your hands felt, holding onto his tightly

he then realised that you worked at the cafe you brought him to

so he sat down at one of the seats, watching you as you made the drink for him

he was mesmerised by that kind smile etched on your face as you made the drink for him, everything you did attracted draken

when you handed him the drink, he just had to ask for your name and number and when he left the cafe, all he could think about was you

so he makes the effort to go to the cafe everyday to look for you, he would remember your working schedule to look for you

every time he goes there, he would be greeted with that same smile accompanied with your melodic voice

he’ll come up with excuses to see you also

“Ken, you’ve been coming over so often.”

“Well yeah, the drinks and food here are good.”

he would sit in the cafe, watching you work. he was entranced by how sweet you were when tending to customers. even when they were rude to you, you always held your composure, apologising to them while keeping your cheerful expression

that just made him fall in love with you even more

he’ll bring the toman members to the cafe you worked at also, giving excuses like “i figured they would love the food here” or “they said they were hungry and this was the nearest cafe”

so much so that his friends would call him out

“why do you always go to that cafe? there so many other cafes in shibuya”

“must be that kid that works there, i’ve seen the way draken looks at them”

“ooohh, ken-chin, could it be that you’re in looove?”

“shut up”

draken would also pick you up from work, offering to walk you back to your place

“ken, you don’t always have to walk me back~”

“yeah well, i want to”

this crush went on for so long that his friends couldn’t stand watching him stare at you for the entirety of your work shift

“just confess to them already draken”

it took a while to convince him to confess

i feel like his confession isn’t all too grand, it’s a simple confession

You were working the closing shift one night and you were getting ready to close up for the night. That was when you heard the bell on the door sing, signaling that someone has stepped into the cafe, but you didn’t have to look to know who it was, there was only one person who would come in when you were about to close up.

“Ah, sorry Ken, I’m almost done~”

You said as you turned to face the tall male, the same kind, close-eyed, smile plastered on your face. When you opened your eyes however, you gasped at him. He stood there holding onto a bouquet of flowers, his cheeks having a pink tint to them.

“Those are pretty Ken, who are they for?”

“You.”

You stopped in your tracks, giving him a confused look as he walked closer to you.

“Y/n, to be honest, I’ve liked you ever since that day when you bumped into me.”

“Aha, that was so embarrassing~”

“Yeah well, after getting to know you better, I just kept falling harder for you. So, would you like to get together with me?”

You smiled as you cupped his face, making him tense up slightly, the pink tint on his cheeks turning red.

“I would love to Ken”

You took hold of the flowers and gave him a peck on his cheeks

“Ah, I’ll finish closing up~!”

You placed the bouquet aside and continued with your work. Outside stood the founding members of toman, giving their buddy a thumbs up. Draken can’t help but to roll his eyes, smiling at his successful confession <3

m i k e y

he likes you because of how kind you are to him, it makes him feel safe to have you around

you were mikey’s childhood friend along with baji, the three of you would go on adventures together

you and mikey became friends when you saw him practicing his martial arts with baji in the playground

you thought he was cool so you went up to him, asking if he could teach you

mikey was reluctant at first but agreed to it and you guys got close after that

as time went on and as yall grew older, he started developing feelings for you

mikey didn’t realise he caught feelings until his family brought it up

“mikey, where are you going?”

“huh? oh, to see y/n”

“why”

“i promised to bring them out for dessert”

“mikey, you’ve been bringing them out for 3 weeks straight, do you have something to tell us?”

“i think you’ve developed feelings for y/n”

that’s when he froze up, cheeks heating up. at that point he realised, that maybe, just maybe, he started falling in love with you

he loves that while he was protecting his friends, you were there to help and support him

whenever he got into fights, you were the first one he would go to

he would always end up at your place, even if his mind was empty during the drive

“mikey? are you okay??”

he couldn’t help but to smile at your concern, nodding his head as he leaned onto your shoulder, too tired from fighting

you would bring him in and start treating him

you would have a soft smile on your face as you patched him up and he can’t help but to fall in love even more with how gentle you were with him

after school, you would always be waiting for him and you guys would end up walking home together, before stopping to buy some kind of dessert

you guys would walk while having small banter and he enjoys the sound of you laughing

he also loves how you can be so determined

every time you would ask him to teach you something like fighting or riding a bike

and even though you would keep failing, you never gave up and that just made him fall harder for you

he would talk about you to friends and family too

“-and then they just stood up as if it was nothing while giving that cute smile. They amaze me everyday”

“uhuh, mikey, have you considered confessing?”

mikey’s cheeks reddened, as he turned away from looking at baji

“god, you can be so oblivious sometimes. look mikey, y/n likes you too. it’s kinda obvious”

“yeah but, what if they’re just nice”

baji can’t help but to sigh at his friend, so he helps mikey prepare for his confession

It was a typical school day and you were standing outside, waiting for Mikey as usual until you were approached by a familiar raven haired male

“Oh hey Baji, what are you doing here?”

“Mikey told me to pick you up.”

You looked at Baji in confusion but decided to follow him. It was odd that Mikey didn’t tell you that he wasn’t going to school today, you pout at the thought, feeling a little hurt.

“It’s fine y/n. There’s a reason why he didn’t tell you.”

Baji said which startled you since he wasn’t looking back at you. You guys continued to walk in silence until he stopped in the middle of a playground.

“I’ve got a question for you y/n. Do you like Mikey?”

He asked as he turned to face you, showing you his toothy grin. You smile at him,

“Of course, we’ve been friends after all~”

“I didn’t mean it like that y/n. I meant liking him as more than a friend.”

You get flustered, cheeks heating up as you looked at the ground,

“Ah, well, I do.”

You giggle as you looked back at the boy, smile wide while thinking about your feelings towards your best friend.

“Ah, but don’t tell him though!”

“Too late!”

You tense up, hearing the familiar voice of the boy you admired coming from behind you.

“Mikey!? How long have you been there?”

“The whole time. I like you too y/n, please get together with me!”

Mikey said as he held onto your hands, avoiding your gaze while looking at the ground. You can’t help but laugh at his reaction, making him look up at you, eyes meeting each other, filled with love and admiration.

“Of course, Manjiro, I would love to.”

Mikey brought you into a hug while mouthing a thank you to Baji. Baji can’t help but to roll his eyes, since he practically helped his friends confess to each other. He thinks you guys were helpless but couldn’t help to feel proud of you guys finally getting together <3

p e h y a n

he loves that you’re accepting of him

he can be quite aggressive at times and that usually scares away people

but that didn’t deter you, instead, you were one of the few who stood by him

you guys were tablemates and you would always see him struggling in class, but he seemed to have gotten the wrong idea since you would stare at him unconsciously

“oi, quit starring at me, what, you think you’re better than me or something?”

that startled you. you looked up at him snarling at you, but you just smiled at him while shaking your head

“nope, i just think that you’re improving quite a lot~ i can help you if you want”

peh yan dropped the snarl and stared at you in disbelief, it was the first time someone reacted like that towards him

usually they would apologise and look away, feeling intimidated by him

he can’t help but to feel flustered after your response and your warm smile

“uh- s-sure”

you smiled wider, bringing your chair closer to him as you looked at his work

peh yan can’t help but to stare at your features that seemed to put him at ease, he wonders if you can hear how loud his heart is thumping right then

ever since then, you would always offer your help to him

you would always greet him when you see him in the hallways, making his cheeks heat up as he waves back at you

he loves the way your eyes and smile bring warmth to him, it always makes his day

he would ask you to help him study as an excuse to get closer to you

“y/n, could you help me with english.”

“sure but wasn’t the english exam just yesterday?”

“uh.. yeah.. but..”

study sessions would always end up being regular chit chat sessions and you guys got closer after them

since he goes to the same school as mitsuya, they would usually meet up with each other

and his flustered form never goes unnoticed to mitsuya

“peh yan, who is that”

“that’s y/n, we’re in the same class”

“you two seemed pretty close”

peh yan couldn’t help but to smile at that thought

“when are you gonna confess”

he whipped his head to look at mitsuya

“what do you mean, ‘confess’“

“i meant telling them how much you like them. c’mon, you’re being very obvious here”

peh yan will try his best to confess to you, but he’s just too flustered around you that he’s been putting it off for weeks

eventually, he would ask mitsuya for advice

The school bell rings, signaling the end of the day. You started packing your stuff into your bag, preparing to go home until a familiar figure stands beside you.

“What’s up Ryo?”

You asked your tablemate, his heart skipping a beat upon seeing that familiar kind smile on your face.

“A-ah well... could you stay behind for a moment? I-I’ve got something to tell you.”

Peh yan avoided your eyes as he scratched the back of his neck, a sheepish smile on his face. You smiled back at him and nodded. Soon, everyone cleared out, you stood up from your seat to face him, only to be met with his gaze starring back at you. He stands and walks closer to you, holding your hands.

“Uhh, I.. like.. you, y/n. Let’s get together.”

He was too overwhelmed, he tried so hard to avoid your gaze, shifting from one feet to another. He tightly grasps your hands, afraid of what you were going to say next. But all he heard was a light chuckle, which made him look up at you. Time stops as he admired your features, lips upturned into the biggest smile he’s seen from you, eyes closed as your head tilts slightly to the right. All while the setting sun highlights your features, making you look even more angelic.

“I like you too Ryohei, I would love to be yours~!”

Peh yan’s eyes widened and without a second thought, brought you into a hug. He loved everything about you, and he wished he confessed sooner, but it was all worth it in the end <3

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aruuq · 2 years

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Christmas at the Sano – Tokrev Characters; Advent Calendar Day 6

characters: mikey, shinichiro, emma, izana, wakasa [separately] x gn!reader

summary: it’s christmas at the sano household. what adventures await you in it? important info: it’s au where everyone’s happy and alive (staring mostly at shinichiro…), the love-interest characters are 16+ in their ship parts, however their age may vary if they are in other character’s parts. also, all of these scenarios are in different timelines, so that a) y/n is not dating the whole family, and b) there’s not five y/ns in the sano house at the same time.

genre & style: fluff, a bit crack, scenarios

word count: 3.6k

notes: can you guess who’s my favorite “sano” based on these scenarios? i’m totally not picking favorites, but-

warnings: mention of food, wakasa seems ooc to me, i don’t think there’s more, dm or send me an ask if you think otherwise then i’ll add more ;))

event’s masterlist

General

When you’ve stopped in front of the big entrance gate of a large possession, you’ve made sure that the address on your phone is the same as on the metal plate. It seems to be right so you press a button on the intercom, and wait for an answer, as you tighten your fingers around the handle of a big bag where you are carrying a still warm home baked pie you’ve made for this special occasion, a tray of fresh oranges, and a bunch of small gifts prepared for your lover’s family. It doesn’t take long before someone answers it.

“Uhm. H-hello?” you stutter still not sure if this is the right place.

“Y/N?” You hear your significant other’s voice.

“Yeah.” You are not sure why but you chuckle nervously, biting your lower lip. “It’s me.”

There’s a moment of silence on the other side. You bounce on your feet, feeling as the heavy bag starts to make your arm ache. “You’re earlier than I expected.”

“If that’s a problem I can wait in front of the gate if you want me to,” you say mindlessly before you even have a chance to think how stupid that sounds.

“Don’t be silly,” they laugh, knowing that your offer has not been a joke, and you hear a buzzing noise of the opening fence gate. “Come in. I’ll wait by the door for you.”

Sano “Mikey” Manjiro

“So… Can you tell me again why we’re not entering the house?” You murmur, hiding the lower part of your face with a scarf. “‘S cold.” You look around Mikey’s backyard. Everything’s covered in snow, not a sight of anything to do there. Maybe because you are earlier without a previous announcement he wants you to help him with chores like snow removal or something? You put the bag with treats on the ground, massaging the aching arm, getting yourself ready for work.

“We still have a lotta time before dinner. We can enjoy it outside before it gets dark,” he answers you, and you blink a few times. So no labor? Sounds good to you. “My friends should be here in a few. Let’s surprise them, ‘kay?” He smirks mischievously, cupping your hands in his. “What are we gonna do?” Your innocent question meets with a loud snort coming from your boyfriend’s mouth. “We’ll throw snowballs at them of course.”

The plan is simple. There’s six of Mikey’s friends that should appear soon. You and the blond boy have to make as many snowballs as possible before they arrive, and hide them behind a shed, so as to surprise the teenagers with a sudden attack. “Isn’t it exciting?” Murmurs Mikey, hopping in place, listening for when someone is coming. “Can’t wait to see their shocked faces! The best Chri-” he stops when the typical loud noise of snow creaking under the shoes is getting louder. “They’re here, get ready!”

You feel unsure about his amazing plan. Yes, it might be fun. For him. You don’t even know these guys, yet the first thing you do to them is to attack them. Maybe not the best friendship starter, but it's definitely a good one if you want someone to really remember you. “Three… Two… One… Go!” Mikey screams at top of his lungs, leaning his body out from behind the shed and throwing snowballs without hesitation in the direction from which the sounds have been coming. “Eat this, you wimps!”

You are much slower than your boyfriend, yet you try your best to actually aim the snowballs at people and hit them, but after the third ball thrown something doesn’t feel right. There’s no one who would send a single snowball back. Only then you realize that there’s not a sight of Mikey’s friends, only one man looking at least a few years older than you and your lover, covered fully in snow, holding two mugs in his hands, not letting the white fluff fall into them. “Mikey, stop!” You catch his arm, seeing he’s not even looking who he’s throwing snowballs at.

“Huh? Why should I?” The boy looks at you, and when you grasp his cheeks with your cold hands, and turn his face to the direction of the man, his eyes widen. “Oh, it’s only Shinichiro. What are you doing here?” He yells at him.

The man, finally being able to move without fear of being hit with cold fluff, approaches you. “I saw you playing in the snow, and decided to make you something hot to drink,” he whines, shaking off the snow off his head. “Hi, Y/N. ’M Mikey’s older brother. Hope you like hot chocolate?”

You smile apologetically, taking a cup from him. “I do, thank you. And sorry.” Shinichiro raises his hand with the inner side to you and shakes his head. “No worries. ‘S not the first time Mikey does this.” The man gives the other cup to his younger brother then crosses his arms on the chest. “I’m going back home, it’s freezing. In case you need anything, you’re gonna find me in the kitchen.”

You place the mug in your lips, hot liquid spilling on your tongue, the wave of warmth filling you with this pleasurable feeling of home. Mikey looks as if he’s thinking the same, after his mouth has made contact with the cup, he hasn’t disconnected them until he's finished drinking. But the moment of peace hasn’t been made to last long, loud voices and laughs heard from the distance. “A little bird told us you wanted to surprise us with a snowball attack, am I right?” As you’re guessing, one of your boyfriend’s friends says mockingly, and you see him tossing and catching a big ball made of white fluff. “Let’s dance then, Mikey!”

You would have never expected that you’re gonna get involved in a big snowball fight between seven men this evening, yet there you are. Fighting for your life with a bunch of abnormally strong teenagers.

Sano Shinichiro

Shinichiro holds your hand tighter, his thumb doing soothing circles on your skin. “Why are you so stressed?” He chuckles, kissing your temple. You only keep staring ahead without blinking, twinkling multicolored lights on the big Christmas tree the only thing catching your attention. “It’s not like they’re not gonna like them.” He nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck, leaving short pecks on your neck and arm. “Don’t worry.”

“You have no right to tell me not to worry, after what has happened when you first visited me,” you mumble half jokingly, resting your cheek on the man’s head. “I just don’t want them to not like me, ‘cause I bought them shitty gifts. After all, they're your younger siblings.”

“Sure they're gonna love them! Don’t worry.” he exclaims, clearing his throat. “Mikey! Izana! Emma! C’mere! We’re exchanging presents!” The moment he stops speaking, there’s a loud noise of feet rapidly stomping on the wooden floor. The first to come is the oldest of them, the boy named Izana, who immediately takes a seat on the other side of Shinichiro on the couch, clinging as close as possible to him. He doesn't even have the occasion to speak (not that he looks as if he wants to say something), ‘cause there’s another boy entering the room.

“Izana, that’s my place! Get off!” He yells, pointing at his brother, who’s now looking very proud of himself, sly eyes narrowed, chest pushed forwards. “I have only three words to say to you, Mikey. Kiss. My. Ass!” Izana sinks deeper into the couch. You watch bewildered as the Manjiro boy stretches, and something in his eyes tells you that he doesn’t have positive intentions.

“Boys, I’ve asked you for a one day without fighting. There’s Y/N, don’t scare them on their first ti-” before Shinichiro ends his sentence, the first cushion from a pretty armchair flies across the room, the blond boy striking it with one kick in Izana’s direction. The man mumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry for them, they’re intractable…”

You watch as the older brother throws a remote in Mikey’s direction, his fast reaction allowing him to catch the object and with all force given send it back. “No worries.” You try to brush it off, but another object fired in the couch’s direction makes you flinch. “Is it always like this?”

“Most of the time,” a higher-pitched voice reaches your ears. You look over Shin’s shoulder only to see a little girl sitting on the seat previously occupied by Izana. “They’re annoying,” she mutters, throwing her head back. “Always screaming and fighting. Boring.” You chuckle. She’s the youngest but seems the most mature, the way she speaks reminds you of a bit of a lofty kitten. “Oh, Y/N?” She asks, and you’re surprised she’s remembered your name. “Yes… Emma?” The girl pulls out from her pocket a small box and stretches her hand with it in your direction. “Here you have. Your Christmas present.”

Your eyes almost fill with tears, this little gesture makes you feel touched. It was the moment Emma stole your heart and took Shinichiro’s place as a favorite of Sano.

Sano Emma

The pleasant smell of gingerbread cookies becomes more and more prominent as Emma drags you behind her to the, as you’ve guessed, kitchen of the house. “Oh, don’t be shy, Y/N, c’mon, c’mon, we don’t have all day!” She rushes you, pulling your wrist harder. “Here, hold this,” the girl tells as she hands you a big wooden spoon, “and please, mix this.” And she points at a big bowl with what seems to be a batter inside.

You don’t even have time to look around, your eyes fully on the mixture after you’ve left the bag on the floor. “What is it?” You ask, lowering your face and sniffing the substance. It smells sweet, with a hint of citrus.

“A vanilla-orange cake batter. Sorry you have to help, but my brothers are useless. I have to cook the whole Christmas dinner by myself, and I haven’t finished yet, since you’re earlier.” She puts a cute light-blue apron and ties it on her back, the color matches with a hair tie keeping her blond locks in a high ponytail.

“My pleasure to help you then.” You bow a little, and it makes a wide smile appear on Emma’s face. She nods, and with excited movements she searches for something in a high closet and comes back to you with a red apron. “It’s my brother’s, but he never really cooks, so it just lays and gets dusty. You can have it for today’s cooking with me.” Her voice is sweet. A hint of blush spreaded on her cheeks, long lashes painted with a little of mascara, honey eyes widely opened, tons of gold particles glimmering in them. She looks more than pretty.

“Hey, Emma, do you think that– oh, cookies!” A blond guy enters the room, the first thing he does is to fill his mouth with warm gingerman biscuits. “Hahh, i’sso ‘ot,” he mutters with his mouth full.

Emma’s first reaction is to smack his shoulder, and when it doesn’t work, his head, with a kitchen towel. “Go away, Mikey! Go bother Izana, he definitely has less to do!” She hits the boy a few times more when he tries to hide a few gingerbread cookies in his pockets. Finally after another minute he’s gone, and so does a big handle of biscuits. “Seriously, I can’t with them… Acting as if I had time for this.” Emma turns around, an annoyed pout spread on her face, eyebrows pulled together, her hands resting on her hips. “As you probably figured out it’s one of the useless brothers I’ve told you about. Name’s Manjiro. Mikey.”

You pinch her cheek and pull it. “Don’t sulk, pretty. Smileee. You’re much cuter when there’s happiness painted on your face.” Your lips meet Emma’s forehead, leaving a short peck there. When you pull away, she already has a better expression. “Good. Now let’s finish the dinner, ‘kay?”

Kurokawa Izana

“Now, please, be quiet, ‘kay? My grandma’s sleeping, we don’t want to wake her up, yeah? Let the poor old woman have some sleep,” Izana murmurs to you after entering the house. You nod fiercely, clenching your hands into fists. “We’re gonna go straight to my room and we’ll wait there for dinner, ‘kay? You’ll meet all of my family eventually.” The boy catches your wrist and pulls you behind him, checking at every corner if no one hides behind. It feels weird. As if the both of you were in some kind of a stealth game, his beloved granny the final boss. But you don’t question him, as old ladies can, in fact, be scary sometimes.

The house he lives in is big, which doesn’t surprise you. Izana has told you that he has a lot of siblings, so there has to be at least a bit of a private space for all of them. “The door right there,” he points at the door at the end of the corridor, “is the one to my room. On our right,” he again points in the mentioned direction, this time with the thumb of the corresponding hand, “there is the living room. We gotta get past as fast as we can, ‘kay?”

“Mhm-mhm!” you loud-whisper to him with enthusiasm. It really feels like a hard quest in a game, a thrill of failure definitely your favorite motivator. Your boyfriend holds your wrist tighter, and starts walking ahead at a fast, rhythmic pace. The smile on his face grows wider, as his fingertips brush against the metal doorknob. But before he has the chance to actually twist it, the voice of a girl makes him jump. “Don’t even think about running away from your Christmas responsibilities, Izana! C’mere!”

He exhales loudly, throwing his head back. “Wait for me here, gonna come back to you in a-”

“And I saw that you were dragging someone behind you! It’s your partner, huh? Lemme meet them!” The girl yells again, and you feel the dread of the possibility of grandma waking up.

“There’s no one here, Emma! You’re hallucinating!” He screams back, and you tug the hem of his shirt, trying to silence him up. Maybe he’s forgotten about the granny?

“Emma’s right tho! I swear I saw another shadow when you walked past! Should we check it, Izana?” The unknown male voice speaks loudly, and at this point you think you are the only one who cares about the poor old lady in this household, even though you don’t know her.

“Hey, sunshine, shouldn’t we be more quiet if we want your grandma not to wake up?” You mutter, your eyes focused on your lover’s face.

“Grandma?” You hear another boy’s voice coming from farther down the hall, and when you turn around you see a blond guy with half the hair tied at the top walking towards the two of you. “There’s no grandmas in this house,” he mumbles, chewing on a big piece of cookie held by his hand.

“Wait, so why-”

“Yeah, I lied.” Izana shrugs, looking at the boy. “Just wanted to come to my room unnoticed, so we don’t have to deal with these morons.” You feel devastated. The grandma you’ve desired to meet since the moment you’ve heard about her first (which is something like two minutes ago) is not even existing. Heart shattered, soul wounded, feelings hurt. “Now, let’s go to the room, Y/N. We don’t have the time to-”

“Izana! I told you to come here, so I can- oooh, hi!” The blonde leaves the living room, and her approach changes as soon as she sees you. “I’m Emma, this jerk’s younger sister! Nice to finally meet you!” She chirps full of the joys of spring. “Shin, c’mere! We were right, they’re here!”

You hear a loud sound of something heavy falling, followed by a quick patter of feet and after this a man with black hair appears in the doorframe. “Hello! I’m Izana’s older brother, Shinichiro, nice to finally have a chance to meet you!”

You only smile and bow a little. It feels a bit awkward, this whole meeting-new-people thing. But you clench your teeth, knowing it’s only temporary and it'll be better after you spend more time tonight with them. “Nice to meet y’all too. So you’re all Zaza’s siblings, right?” Your ask is immediately followed by the loud laughter from the blond boy whose name is unknown to you.

“Zaza? Zaza? What kind of nickname is this? Are you some kind of cockatoo or something?” He laughs even louder, but immediately stops, jumping to the side, when Izana tries to kick him.

“I love my family.” He rolls his eyes. “One by one presenting,” he mutters unhappy, showing his hand at the three. “Shinichiro, his problem’s that he’s embarrassing. Emma, she’s the youngest. And Manjiro, our family dog.”

The boy named Manjiro clicks his tongue, before his eyes grow wider, an evil smirk awakening on his face. “Wanna see his cringe pictures from childhood?”

Before Izana has the chance to say something, you exclaim, “Are you really asking? Duh!” You look at your boyfriend with literal stars glistening in your irises, then at the blond boy. Maybe you haven’t had a chance to meet Izana’s nonexistent grandma, but a much better opportunity has appeared on the horizon. “But, baby-”

“To the attic, here we gooo!” Mikey yells, running in the unknown direction, and you try to follow him, ignoring Izana’s begging pleas to just go to his room as planned. It’s going to be a long Christmas for the poor boy.

Imaushi Wakasa

“Hey, baby!” Wakasa greets you by hugging you tightly to his chest with one hand, fingers of the other pushing the door behind you to close them. “Uhh, I’ve missed you so bad. Remind me, why haven’t we met for the past week? Changing my mind, doesn’t matter. Come, ‘n hug me closer.”

You giggle in his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Didn’t know your family’s this big. This house’s huge!” You make circles with your head, looking at everything in the range of your sight that catches your attention.

Wakasa gives a quick peck to your lips and “Oh, yeah, we’re totally rich,” the boy chuckles, patting your head. He looks really handsome, you think. Sewn with a silver thread white shirt really matches with the color of his hair, classy black pants and shoes are not something you see in his casual clothing, it feels different but in a good way, a few bracelets jingle on his wrists, expensive-looking rings adorning his slender fingers. The sly smile he has when he cups your face and kisses you again. “Want me to show you ‘round the house?” He whispers in your mouth. You give him a little nod, so he catches your fingers in between his, but before he has a chance to go anywhere with you, another teenager enters the hall.

“Hey, Wakasa, heard you talking through the intercom, who was thi- Y/N?” He raises his eyebrows, red kitchen towel behind his neck, kitchen gloves on his hands.

“Wait. Sano?” Your eyes widen at the sight of a very well known boy. “Haven’t seen you in a long time! What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the exact same question,” he laughs, scratching the back of his head.

Wakasa keeps changing who he looks at, first at you, then at Shinichiro, and it repeats like this over and over again. “So both of you know each other?” he asks, a whit of surprise seen on his face.

“Yeah,” you answer, smiling a bit awkwardly. “We’ve been going to the same elementary school and even have been in the same class in middle school.”

“Oh.” White-haired teenager blinks a few times. “Well, it makes it easier then. Shin, we,” he raises a hand entwined with yours, “are together.”

“Well, that’s cool I guess. You could have told me you’re bringing your partner for dinner, I would cook more.” Shinichiro sighs, grasping the kitchen towel off his neck, throwing it over the shoulder. “You can help with decorating the house, Y/N, if you want to. It’ll be much quicker this way. We have a lot to talk about later after all.” A soft chuckle leaves his mouth.

“Sure, why not! So you two live together? Are you roommates or something like this?”

“Roommates?” Sano puckers his eyebrows, curving his lips. “He doesn’t even live here, ‘s my house. He only comes here when he’s hungry or bored.”

You turn to look at your lover who’s staring in the direction opposite to yours. “You don’t live here?”

“Well, I spend most of my time here, it’s more of my home than my own.” He pouts, turning his face more, his earring jingles with the sudden move.

“Yeah? Then pay the rent,” Shinichiro rolls his eyes and disappears in the corridor from which he came from at the beginning.

“Liar,” you hiss, digging your finger in the flesh of his arm. “Disgusting liar.”

“Oh, baby, c’mon, it wasn’t a lie. A little misunderstanding occurred, it’s not like-” seeing the expression on your face, eyelids narrowed, teeth visibly clenched, lips pressed in a narrow line, he stops. He gulps before continuing, “I’m never gonna lie to you again, I promise, ‘kay? Just don’t be mad, it’s Christmas after all.”

“You promise?” you ask distrustfully.

“Sure, I promise.” He presses you to his chest, and waits until you give the hug back.

“Then tell me how did the two of you meet? I’m curious.”

He takes a deep breath before speaking. “Well, it all started with a war between the two biggest gangs, one led by me. Haven’t told you I was in a gang, huh? Well I’m in one now too, but it’s a whole different story, so back to the topic…”

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The Artist and Her Canvases - PT 13

BontenxReader, no minors, violence, suggestive material/situations, smut, light fluff, blood, murder, mentions/use of illegal substances, mentions/use of illegal activity. This one is a little fluffy.

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Part 13 - Secrets and Misunderstandings

Bonten’s men were usually in and out of your condo or taking you with them to meetings. However, these last two weeks were different, you haven't seen Mikey or anyone else in a few days and Kokonoi denied your request to go out on errands alone. “I can’t stay here cooped up like this, at least let me run out for personal care items!” You said while holding the phone in your hands, trying so hard not to throw it against the wall. “Order takeout and delivery for your stuff.” Kokonoi’s voice responded with a stern tone. “Right now is not a good time princess, I’ll call you back in a bit...” He ended the call. “UGHHHH...it was never a problem before for me to go out. Fuck it, I’m going out...” You say to yourself while getting up to grab your sweater and shoes, you were in desperate need of air.

At the grocery store you were buying some ingredients for dinner tonight, you wanted to make some comfort food, you haven’t been back home in years and missed your family. “(Y/N)?” A woman’s voice called out from behind you. You turned around and saw an old classmate, she was pregnant and holding her belly. “Oh my god…[Friend] is that you? You’re pregnant!” She made her way to you smiling and embraced you - her belly didn’t allow too much close contact as she was almost ready to pop. “How have you been? I haven’t been able to reach you for the last few weeks!” She asked while clasping her hands with yours. You couldn’t tell her that you had to get rid of your old phone and who you were with now. “I’m sorry, I lost my phone and had to get a new one, I’ve been having a hard time restoring all my passwords since all my stuff was on my old phone.” Your lie was quite believable as everyone nowadays has everything on their phones. “That’s ok, look!” She turns to the side, showing off her belly, “I wanted to hire you to paint the baby’s room, what do you say?” It felt like you were staring into the sun, she was glowing, her smile was radiant and the warmth of her kindness was overwhelming.

“Oh umm...I think to ask permi-you know what yes! I’ll do it, think about this as a baby shower gift, so no need to pay me.” You accepted the offer and agreed to paint the baby’s room, it wouldn’t take too many days anyways and Bonten wouldn’t know since they’ve been out for the past week with no word as to when they will return. “Really? Thank you so-oh!” She held her belly and winced, “Are you ok?” you asked her concerned that the baby was about to pop out. “I’m ok, the baby’s kicking...wanna feel?” She took your hand and placed it on her stomach, there was a slight pause and a sudden kick to your hand. “Whoa...” Your eyes lit up and you could feel the baby fever creep up on you. “When are you due?” “I’m due next month, I would love for you to stop by to see the baby!” She was one of the only friends you had when you were studying in Japan, though you grew apart due to work and living arrangements, you still considered a close friend.

“That means I gotta get to work on that room before the baby arrives.” You laugh and place your head to her belly, “It will be so amazing that the other mom’s will be jealous of your awesome room!” This was exciting to you. It’s been so long since you’ve worked on large projects, everything at home was small and confined - the work with Bonten was just appearances and taking notes. “Come with me today, I’ll show you the baby’s room and you can let me know what you think.” You agreed and walked her home. Once you arrived at her house, you were greeted by her husband and a toddler. “This is your second child?!?!” You exclaimed loudly while trying to grasp how much time has passed between graduation and now. “Yes, this is [toddler], he’s 4 and [husband] he’s my husband.” They greeted you and the little one ran immediately and clung to your legs and looked up at you with big bright eyes. “My little sister is coming soon!” Your heart melted - you had a soft spot for kids. Little hands were reaching for you, you couldn’t help but pick the kid up and embrace them. “Let’s go see the baby’s room.” Your friend said in a soft tone, she admired how you were so loving towards kids, even kids that weren’t your own - she wanted no one else to do the baby’s room but you.

The room was large and had two windows facing east - this was perfect, it gave you an idea of what colors to use and what to paint. “Hey love, do you have anything specific you want in the baby’s room?” You asked as you walked around the room and analyzed the walls for sizing and texture. She mentioned painting a few flowers or some animals. The little one wanted a dinosaur with a firetruck and robots. The room was filled with laughter, the imagination of a child was amazing and fragile. “How about I paint a dinosaur and a firetruck in your room?” the little one’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh no...” was all the dad could say, the look on both your face and the little one’s face was mischievous. “Ok, so we’ll first settle with the base color, a neutral color would be nice and then we can work on doing some clouds with the animals below, small/medium sized? The wall where the baby’s crib will be against will have a sunflower. What do you think?” They agreed, and the little one immediately snatched your hand and dragged you to their room. “Can you do the dinosaur today?” They asked with such a large grin on their face. “Not today buddy, I will come back tomorrow and do it for you after the paint dries, ok?” The pout on his face made your little heart flutter.

After saying goodbye, you made your way home and started sketching ideas, writing down color schemes and placement ideas. You almost burned your food because you were too immersed in the ideas running through your head. “It smells delicious here...” Takeomi said while walking through the front door with Mochizuki. “Oh, hey! Haven’t seen you guys in a while, take a seat! I’m almost done.” They walked in and sat on the stools by the island, Mochizuki saw your sketch pad and color panels. “Working on something I see.” You quickly turn and move your work off the island. “Yeah, just ideas - sorry, I should have cleared the table, how rude of me...” Both men looked at each other and felt as if you were hiding something. “Can we see?” Takeomi asked while grabbing some utensils - “No, it’s not finished. I will show you guys later when it’s done, I promise.” It was normal for you not to show them work in progress but they grew suspicious when you quickly cleared the island.

After dinner, you were washing dishes and were approached by Mochizuki. “Little lady, you’re hiding something aren’t you? ” You knew better than to lie to them, you earned their trust and couldn’t really put them at risk. “I’m not hiding anything, I am working on a nursery ro-” “YOU’RE PREGNANT?!?!” He cut you off and screamed out loud, making Takeomi choke on the beer he was drinking. Both men were in shock and had a thousand questions running through their minds. You began laughing uncontrollably and wiping tears from your eyes. “NO! Oh my god, no. Look, I met an old friend and she asked me if I could paint the baby’s room.” It felt like a weight was lifted off their shoulders, they didn’t know what to say or even do with a pregnant woman, especially one involved with Boten. Takeomi exhaled in relief, “Darlin’ you almost gave me a heart attack...so just to make sure you’re not pregnant, right?” “No!” You repeat with a slight hint of annoyance. “Does Kokonoi know about this? You know how he gets...” Ugh you knew this was going to happen, it felt like you couldn’t do anything without his permission. You just needed a little time to do things on your own without Bonten’s request for approval. “...no, but please don’t tell him! I’m making this a present for her and the baby, please!” You begged, clasping both hands together and gave him puppy eyes. Mochizuki couldn’t say no, you were like a little sister to him and the puppy eyes were making him melt.

“You spoil her too much...” Takeomi said while grinning, this was going to be fun. He knew that the busy period was about to end and he wanted to see how you would handle leaving the condo without having one of them trail behind you. The deal was sealed. They wouldn’t say anything to anyone else about this, under one condition - you were to be dropped off and picked up, no public transportation. You agreed and started to move forward with the planning. All materials were purchased and shipped directly to your friend's home, which saved you a lot of time moving things and carrying them around with you. The project was coming along perfectly fine and you were almost done, total time was about two and half weeks. On the last day, your phone goes off in the middle of your project - it’s Kokonoi. “Shit...” you muttered under your breath. “Oh...is that your boyfriend?” Your friend asked with a playful smile. “Umm...my employer actually...give me a minute, I’ll be right back” You stepped outside to take the call.

“Hello?” Your voice was just as usual, you were making sure to keep a steady tone and not trip on your own words. “What are you doing princess?” He asked, it sounded like he was shuffling papers around. “Painting, why? What’s up?” You responded nonchalantly, there was a slight worry that he would be at your condo, but you knew they were all busy and it was impossible for them to come see you mid day. “Get dressed and be ready at 7:00 pm, I’m taking you to dinner with me tonight.” Shit, it was already late and you still had to go home and shower. “Um, ok - is it a business dinner or private dinner?” “Business, don’t be late.” Crap, you knew he didn’t like to be late, you had exactly 2 hours to finish working, then 1 hour to get home and 30 minutes to shower and get dressed. There are three things guaranteed in life: death, taxes and you being late. Kokonoi would be suspicious if you weren’t ready on time since he told you in advance and technically, you were “home”. You scurry back inside and let your friend know that an unexpected thing came up and you had to go home right after finishing, “No worries, be safe on your way home!”

The cab dropped you a block away from your condo building - this was always advised if you didn’t want strangers knowing your home address. Great, you were 45 minutes ahead of schedule, this gave you more than enough time to get ready before Kokonoi picks you up. You walk into your condo and see Kokonoi sitting on the couch, his eyes darted towards you and he immediately got up. “Where were you?” Shit. “I went to check mail, I ordered some stuff and needed to sign for it - I ended up missing the delivery guy.” Kokonoi began walking towards you and his piercing eyes were looking for any traces of deception. You smiled and wrapped your hands around his neck, “...how late can we be to this dinner?” the tone in your voice was low and sultry. If anything ever works, it’s being a little minx with them - it makes them forget everything. “...go get ready princess, we can’t be late.” He placed a kiss on your lips and shooed you to your room. Perfect! He didn’t suspect a thing and neither did he press further.

By the time you got out of the shower, Kokonoi was sitting at the edge of your bed and next to him were your clothes for this evening. A black leather skirt, thigh high boots and a low cut white blouse - god did this man know how to dress you. “So what are you working on princess?” It was rare for him to be interested in your artwork but out of all the days, today had to be the day he asked. “It’s a surprise…” You replied while putting on your undergarments. Kokonoi’s hands wrapped around your waist and he buried his face in your neck, lightly nipping at your flesh “You’re not lying to me…are you princess?” Your heart rate increased and you felt like he was testing you. “Koko…” you huffed and leaned back into his shoulder, “Now you’re just teasing…should I finish getting dressed or bend over?” He could hear you swallow hard and the breathy tone in your voice was making him forget the question asked. The growing bulge was now pressing against your lower back and you couldn’t help but giggle. “Bend over princess…”

You did as you were told and he began unzipping his dress pants, his finger slid your panties to the side and he proceeded to slide his tip through your slit. Your warmth made his breath hitch, “I haven’t done anything yet and you’re already wet?” Kokonoi asked with a smirk on his face. You gasp as he thrusts his entire length inside you without warning, he was rough and you felt your walls clench hard around him. “Ah…Koko” The whine escaping your throat made him shudder - it’s his first time sinking into someone so tight. He began to pull out slowly and ram back into your tight hole, the pressure he put on your hips felt amazing and the feeling ran down your thighs. “We’re going to be late…” He panted as he kept slowly pulling out and ramming back in. Your eyes were rolling back from the pleasure, the fact that he skipped the foreplay and just invaded your walls without warning - fuck it felt so good. “Should I-ngh…fuck…” “Should you what? princess?” His hands were firm on your hips and holding you in place, each thrust was getting rougher and you felt his tip kiss your cervix. It felt like your eyes were going to cross, he was making you see stars and your eyes were glossed over. “Ngh…I thought y-you didn’t want to be late…shit” Your moans were echoing in the room as he kept his slow and torturous pace.

“Then do something about it…” He began slamming harder into your hips - the sensation was overwhelming and you let out a scream. It felt like your legs were going to give out, “Koko…it hurts…” He stops, concerned that he was actually hurting you. “Harder…” you turn and grin at him, you want him to make you beg and scream. Kokonoi pulls out and throws you on the bed - your giggle makes him wonder what your pain tolerance is. “How do you want me?” You ask while sliding a hand down to your clit and rubbing circles on it. “Just like that…” He positioned himself between your legs and lined his cock right at your needy hole and thrusted in fast. His moans were like music to your ears. Silver hair sticking to the sweat on his face, his feline like eyes…he was fucking gorgeous. Soon one of his hands wrapped itself around your neck, lightly squeezing your throat and you felt the coil in your stomach tighten. “Tell me princess…have you ever been to subspace?” Your coy smile told him everything he needed to know. He picked up the pace a bit and you could feel his throbbing cock push through your velvet walls with more and more intensity. The faster your fingers moved, the more and more you found yourself struggling to breathe. It wasn’t a bad feeling, you knew you were close - things began to look hazy and you couldn’t hear yourself moan any more.

Everything began to slow down, there was no one else in the world but you and Kokonoi. The less vocal you got, the more he noticed you were diving deeper and lessened the grip on your neck. Your hand that was running circles on your clit slowed down. The expression on your face was pure bliss, it was a high you longed for, the feeling of drifting and the pleasure was overwhelming. Kokonoi released your neck and ran his hand down your breasts, pinching and rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers. “You look so fucking beautiful right now…” He coos while picking up the pace. You could only smile with little moans escaping here and there. With his free hand, he lifted your leg over his shoulder and began to place light kisses on it. The kisses turned into nibbles and the nibbles turned into bites - he was marking your legs with his teeth and sucking the flesh. Who knew he could be this feral? You could feel his breath on your legs, you could feel the pain from the bites and he kept at it until your eyes watered. It was pure heaven. You began to mumble incoherently and moaning, he could tell you were close to losing it by how hard your walls clenched around his length.

The way he rolled his hips, hitting the sweet spot over and over again, it made you gush all over. Your honey pot was overflowing and dripping down his thighs, you could only see stars as your orgasm hit hard. Even Kokonoi was taken back by your expression and moans - you looked devine. His coil snapped at the sight and let the white ribbons decorate your walls, filling your pussy to the brim. He leaned down to place kisses on your neck and trailed up to your cheek and lips. You began to whimper as you came down from your high. Your emotions were running high, the tears rolling down your cheek caught his attention. “You ok princess?” Kokonoi asked softly while stroking your cheek with his hand and rolled over to lay next to you. You nodded and closed your eyes, exhaling and wrapping your arms around him and burying your face into his neck. You were sobbing softly, “It felt so good…I didn’t want it to stop…” It felt as if you were sntached from heaven and crashed back down to reality. Luckily the devil that caught you was Kokonoi, he was embracing you and soothing your emotions. “I’m sorry, I usually don’t get like this…” “It’s ok, how about we lay in bed for the night and we order take out?” This man sounded like a god to you right now, everything you wanted to hear, everything you wanted to feel - he gave it to you.

***********Two weeks later**************

You woke up nauseous, the food from last night was not sitting well and you wanted to throw up. After shutting the bathrroom door behind you, the food started coming back up and you ran to the toilet. Oh boy, did you blow chunks - the echoes of you gagging could be heard from the living room. A knock on the door caught your attention, “Hey (Y/N), are you ok?” Mochizuki asked from the otherside of the door. “Ugh…I feel terrible.” You huff, “I think I got food poisoning.” A lightbulb went off in his head, the smirk plastered on his face was mischievous and he immediately responded loud enough for the others to hear. “You should go get checked out at the doctor’s office, throwing up first thing in the morning is concerning…” Mikey’s ears perked up - he was eyeing everyone else’s faces to confirm if he heard wrong. Ran and Rindou turned to look at each other, Kokonoi dropped his phone, Kakucho’s eyes darted around the table and Sanzu choked. His choke was one of those really loud dad chokes too. Takeomi sat silent and was dying of laughter on the inside. He understood the assignment immediately.

They all remained seated and looked at Mochizuki as he walked out of your bedroom. His face was serious - I mean when is it not? He glanced at Takeomi and almost lost it. The moment he made eye contact, Takeomi covered his mouth - it looked like he was in shock. “Our little lady might need to see a doctor, it’s not the first time she’s thrown up in the morning…” an obvious lie to Takeomi. “Mikey, a word…now…” Kokonoi said while standing up and walking away from the table. They stepped out of the condo and were in the hallway whispering. “…I thought she was on birth control???” Kokonoi’s question didn’t register in Mikey’s brain. “She is, isn’t she? I don’t think I’ve noticed her ever get a period? I mean she gets moody and hangry but I’ve never seen her buy that stuff before…” Mikey was on the verge of panic, what the hell is Bonten going to do with a kid? And who the hell is the father? There were so many questions running through his head. He thought he was going to throw up.

Meanwhile, Kakucho, Sanzu, Ran and Rindou huddled by the table - also whispering. “Who was the last to fuck her?” Sanzu asked and was immediately met with a slap to the back of the head. “That’s not how it works you idiot…” Rindou smacked the stupid out of Sanzu. “One of us should take her, I mean…what if she’s carrying?” Ran said next while also reaching to slap Sanzu. “WHY ARE YOU ASSHOLES HITTING ME?!” Sanzu yelled out. As he did, you walked out the room and just stared at them. “What the hell are you guys doing? You guys look creepy like that…” Your tone was low and nasally, your face was pale from vomiting. You needed some fluids and fast. “Darlin’ we need to get you checked…just in case” Takeomi said while grabbing his coat. “You’re right, I don’t want to wake up like this again.” The color on their faces dropped, you rarely go to the doctor unless it’s some serious shit - you rarely got sick too. Both Mochizuki and Takeomi took you to the nearby clinic and waited for you in the parking lot. They were cracking up with laughter as soon as you stepped into the building. “I thought I was going to explode! Everyone must be panicking right now!” Takeomi said while wiping the tears from his eyes. Mochizuki was holding his sides, they hurt from laughing so hard at the storm he just caused.

Everyone else stayed behind at your place, the elephant in the room was hard not to talk about. “Kakucho, check her bathroom for any pregnancy tests, even if it’s a wrapper or receipt…” Kokonoi said and Kakucho immediately started searching your bathroom and trash. “Everyone else, check her room, closet, kitchen - anything that shows signs of pregnancy, if you question it, bring it.” Mikey ordered and they immediately began searching every inch of your condo. After an hour of searching, each of them were finding suspicious things in your room and closet. The silence was broken by Sanzu letting out a high pitched short scream. Everyone rushed to him, he was holding your sketchbook - the book that had your blueprints/layouts for your friend’s nursery. “…is that…what I think it is?” Rindou stuttered, pointing at the book. “She’s…”, all in unison they finished Rindou’s sentence “PREGNANT…” Kokonoi immediately clasps his hands over his mouth remembering two weeks ago when he was taking you to subspace. The guilt was written all over his face. Actually, it was all over their faces. They were all somewhat rough with you.

Back at the clinic, you were finishing up your check up and the doctor’s confirmed it was just a light case of food poisoning. While in the waiting area for the final paperwork and confirmation of follow up appointments, a pair of hands covered your eyes. “What in the…?” “It’s me! Hey, what are you doing here?” Your pregnant friend startled you. “Oh my god, you scared the crap out of me!” She giggled at your response. “I came to get the final check up, they are saying I might have to get induced…I’m a little nervous…” You could notice the concern on her face, having to get induced or put under for a C-section is risky, it’s why you were always scared of getting pregnant. You held her hand, “It will be ok, I’m sure the baby just needs a little longer to cook in the oven.” The smile on your face was warm and reassuring. She hugged you and proceeded to ask you why you were here. “Ah, food poisoning. Heh, you know I eat like a trash panda (raccoon).” Your friend giggled and smacked your shoulder, “Woman! You need to start eating better before something worse happens…oh god, I wouldn’t want to get in the way of your cravings if you ever get pregnant!” You both let out a laugh, it was hard to imagine you being pregnant. It definitely wasn’t something you wanted, especially when being involved with Bonten. Your work and meetings were already dangerous, you wouldn’t want to put them or the baby at risk.

“Anyways, here - I’ve been meaning to give you these, I forgot to give you to them before you finished the room.” She handed you the ultrasound photos from when she first confirmed her pregnancy. You asked her for them so you could make a custom frame for her. Something you thought about while looking through her baby registry. You both walked out of the clinic, Mochizuki and Takeomi saw you and your pregnant friend, they were kind of floored when you kneeled down to rub her belly. They thought you caught baby fever…”You don’t think she will change her mind do you?” Mochizuki asked while starting the engine. “That’s her choice but we’ll be there for her no matter what she decides.” Takeomi’s response straight up sounded like something a big brother would say. After parting ways with your friend and heading back to your condo, during the car ride you showed Mochizuki and Takeomi the ultrasound photos and told them your plan for the frame. Mochizuki and Takeomi completely forgot about the mess they made.

When you three arrived home, you felt severe tension in the room, almost as if you stepped on a tripwire. “…we’re back - are you guys ok?” “Angel…when were you going to tell us?” Mikey’s tone was stern, he was serious and empathetic. “Tell you what? What are you talking about?” Mochizuki and Takeomi took a step back - busted! They saw what was on the table. Your sketchbook, color schemes and baby references were on full display. You dropped the ultrasound photos and Mikey’s face was drained of color. “Gorgeous, were you worried about the baby?” Ran asked, a small frown on his face. You thought they were referring to your project you had for your friend. “Baby? Oh no, the pregnancy is fine, I-” You were immediately cut off by Mikey and the rest of Bonten rushing to you. Rindou kneeled and placed his head on your tummy. Ran and Kakucho were holding your hands, Sanzu kneeled down with Rindou. Kokonoi and Mikey were caressing your face. “Princess, we’re going to take care of you…” You had no idea what the fuck was going on. “What the hell are you guys doing?” An immediate roar of laughter could be heard from behind you. Takeomi and Mochizuki exploded, they couldn’t handle the look of confusion on your face and the lot of men looking like proud fathers.

“What the fuck is so funny?” Sanzu asked, annoyed while rubbing your belly. “Wait…you guys think - oh god, OH GOD NO!” You busted out laughing with a look of disgust on your face. “I’m not pregnant!” For the first time, 80% of Bonten was at a loss for words. “You’re not…?” Kokonoi asked, wincing at the thought that crawled back into his head (him choking you). “No! I hate kids…I mean I don’t hate kids, but they’re just not for me, I’d be a terrible mom. Plus, I’m traumatized from previous experience.” Everyone froze, even Mochizuki and Takeomi, you explained immediately. “Well I’ve never been pregnant, my sibling has and she almost died, twice. So no thanks.” It felt like a weight was lifted off their shoulders. “So you’re not pregnant?” Kakucho asked while pressing his forehead to your temple. “No, the only baby in this house is me.” You responded, giggling like an idiot - you couldn’t believe them. “Besides, isn’t making them the best part?” Your smile was coy and mischievous. “Then what are these ultrasounds?” Mikey asked as he picked up the pictures from the floor. “Oh, they are my friend’s. The reason why my sketchbook has a nursery section is because a close friend from college is pregnant and asked me if I could paint the baby’s room. So, I did. I just didn’t want to tell you guys or else Koko would have said no and locked me in.” You pouted at that last part.

“Oh thank whatever deities…I started to feel guilty about subspace.” It was like a record scratch in a sitcom, Kokonoi spilled the beans about your kink. “You did what?” Sanzu asked while getting up on his feet and glaring at Kokonoi. “How come you let him take you but not me?” Sanzu sounded heart broken. “I said no because you were drunk…you would have ended up fucking a corpse.” You retorted back at him. “What’s subspace?” Mikey’s voice was so innocent. “Come here love, I’ll show you..” You said while taking Mikey’s hand and dragging him into the bedroom.

Part 13 End

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azucarian · 3 years

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Second part to my idea of how Tokyo Revengers could possibly end (First part here)

MANGA SPOILERS(?)

TR ; mental illness, major character death

A world without Hanagaki Takemichi felt unnaturally bland - anyone would admit. It had only been days since he passed away and yet the impact of his death was so blatantly apparent.

Mikey and Draken had explained to each of their friends that Takemichi had passed away - but, by far, the worst reactions came from Hinata and Chifuyu. The moment the news slipped from their lips, Hinata asked them if they were joking and, if they were, it wasn’t funny. Neither knew how to react, and averting their gazes. Chifuyu just broke down into silent sobs - he could tell instantly by their pale complexions and the dark eyebags under Draken’s usually clear eyes.

Mikey whispered apologies, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry - I couldn’t save him, I didn’t save him— ” Hinata didn’t let him finish and simply cried, realising the severity - her boyfriend, her happiness, was dead. She embraced Mikey, and he held her tightly in turn.

The funeral caused agony for everyone involved - especially as Takemichi's mother collapsed to her knees, screaming "my baby" through her tears. As a mother, she felt as if she had failed - and no one would be able to convince her otherwise. Hinata approached the casket, hardly holding it together - but her hands shook as they pressed themselves against the wooden structure holding her late boyfriend.

“Come on, Takemichi... Now’s the time to tell me you’re joking—” Those words broke everyone else into an endless stream of wailing, tears and regrets.

I feel as if Hinata would never truly get over his death - especially considering she still loved him twelve years into the future. She would likely be placed on medication, or be consistently seeing a therapist, due to her claiming that she had “gone on days out” with Takemichi (which was obviously impossible).

Mikey would become Hinata’s support - he felt as if he owed that much to Takemichi. He would do an all-round trip to everyone’s graves every week - first to Shinichiro, then to Emma, then a small visit to Izana’s, then to Baji’s.

Then he’d finally sit down for a few hours to tell Takemichi about his week. How much he misses him “I wish you could see how everyone was doing, Takemitchy— We all miss you like crazy. Mitsuya made you this memorial blanket, look—” And he’d show the sewn fabric to the grave. There would likely be with something cheesy like ‘Toman’s Little Hero’ or ‘Crybaby Hero’ on the front, or stitched into the corner. Mikey would definitely be in tears by the end of it, blurting his regrets - and it always made him feel better (it made him believe that Takemichi was comforting him, even beyond the grave).

Chifuyu would always make it a habit to visit his grave weekly too - and (in the future), occasionally, he was joined by Kazutora (especially on days where the pet store was closed). He’d always bring a new puppy or kitten along, because he knew Takemichi would appreciate it if he knew. Kazutora always paid his sincerest respects, bowing so deeply that anyone would think he would break his back - he may not have known Takemichi very well, like, at all, but he was the boy who tried to save Baji from his bad mistakes. Kazutora could only hope they were looking after each other in the afterlife. Chifuyu would always light incense on his grave, and place his favourite snacks - jokingly saying how Takemichi couldn’t steal his food anymore. He’s another one who would cry, probably because of his own poorly timed jokes - but it was how he coped and no one judged him for it.

After the incident, Draken found it difficult to not scrub his hands raw - the staining feeling of his friends blood on his hands haunted him for the longest time (he only stopped when Mikey made him promise to, because Takemichi would feel upset knowing Draken was hurting himself). He didn't visit the cemetery often but, when he did, he came sporting a bunch of flowers and a few gag gifts (he wasn't great at gift giving, so he opted to be funny instead) "You're probably sitting up there worrying your ass off about us— Give it a rest already," although his words were harsh, a smile was on his face the entire time. He whole heartedly believed Takemichi was probably panicking and bothering Emma and Baji in the afterlife (if there was one, he wasn't too sure). He wouldn't cry, and he wouldn't rant - he'd just run his hand along the grave stone before he left with a "I'll see you later, Takemitchy". He didn't know how to appropriately express his sadness.

Mitsuya would always join Hakkai and Yuzuha on their trips to visit Takemichi's grave - mainly because Hakkai couldn't stand visiting alone. It hurt him to much to see his hero no longer living alongside them. The blonde had done a lot for Hakkai and his sister - but neither of them could escape that loneliness that came with his sudden death. The trio always sit and have a natural conversation and, occasionally, Mitsuya would pipe up with a "They're idiots, ain't they, Takemitchy?" in an attempt to involve him in their chatters. Oddly enough, Mitsuya always found himself sewing extra clothes - during the winter he'd bring a sweater to Takemichi's grave as a gift (although he was aware he couldn't never wear it) and always jokingly tell the tombstone how atrocious his fashion sense was "You dressed like a four year old had picked your outfit— Hell, even a four year old could dress better!". Hakkai and Yuzuha would always bring little trinkets that they found in the local markets - tiny figurines, poker cards, etc.

Other old members of Toman try as often as possible to visit the grave and offer their condolences - Smiley and Angry visit it together, despite not being overly close to the boy; they appreciated him and his loyalty to Toman and his friends. Pah-chin and Peh-yan visit with Pah's wife, bowing deeply and leaving cecelias on his grave before leaving. Inui occasionally asks Koko to visit with him but, when he's alone, he just quietly talks - knitting stupid scarves and wrapping them around his grave when he was finished (he was already used to grieving, especially after Akane).

Every year, on Takemichi's birthday, everyone gathers together for a celebration - over the years they've learned that, instead of remembering him for his death, they should honor his memory through celebrating his life. Everyone would get drunk, someone would cry, and many adoring speeches were made - a picture of sixteen year old Takemichi Hanagaki would be on the table, a drink poured for him as a sign of respect. As life continued, the ex-gang members started having families - and they all spoke highly of the blonde who had improved their lives. Their children adored Takemichi and his insane stories, inspiring them to be as courageous - even when they're scared.

Although he was no longer with them, he remained as a sacred memory to each of them - and they were sure he was happy with that ending.

FIN

#takemichi hanagaki #ken ryuuguji #tokyo revengers #tokyorev x reader #tokyo manji gang #mikey #tokyo revengers x reader #draken #sano manjiro #tokyorev #hinata tachibana #chifuyu matsuno #hakkai shiba #takashi mitsuya #yuzuha shiba #nahoya kawata #souya kawata #baji keisuke #emma sano

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koiblossom5 · 3 years

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tr characters at a sleepover

takemichi: probably the most normal one, which is not a good sign. he’s the type to chomp down aggressively on popcorn during scary movies bc that’s how scared he is. he’s also the first one to pass out, making him the ideal target for pranks (courtesy of mikey, smiley, and kazutora)

mikey: oh god oh fuck. this very violent gremlin will hog all of the snacks, and by all, I mean ALL of them (he’s willing to lend takemichi the popcorn though). nobody can get any sleep bc this little shit snores louder than a vacuum cleaner, much to everyone’s annoyance. oh and the nasty ass creature that’s stealing all of the food in your fridge at night? that’s not your sleep paralysis demon. that’s just mikey with his stupid 3 am snacking.

draken: takes on the role as mikey’s impulse control, but only because no one else will do it. everyone cuddles up toward him during the scary movie because he’s strong and has a very reassuring presence. by the end of the movie, he can’t feel either of his arms or legs. he’ll be willing to buy extra snacks from the local dollar store just so he can get away from mikey.

baji: honestly? just as annoying as mikey. he’s ready to get wild, and constantly squabbles over the snacks with mikey (but he’s willing to share with chifuyu). he lets emma play with his hair while he gets his nails done by chifuyu. before sleeping, everyone has to roll baji up into a blanket burrito because this mf will NOT stop kicking in his sleep. have you ever been strangled in your sleep? oh don’t worry that’s probably just baji dreaming of choking kisaki to death

chifuyu: sneaks peke j in because he can’t sleep without his cat. thankfully, he’s one of the calmer people, probably second to takemichi. he also brings over his nail polish and offers to do everyone’s nails! oh uh, ignore the barfing noises in the background: that’s just chifuyu after he’s eaten one pop tart too many. given up on sleep yet?

mitsuya: he’s willing to be more chill. he loves his sisters, but it’s practically a gift from heaven having one night to himself. he brings all of the snacks, much to mikey’s delight. he’s also probably surprisingly calm during the scary movie, but only because he had a weird but short phase sometime during middle school where he would watch nothing but horror movies. it explains a lot about luna and mana’s upbringing, actually. he’ll try to get inui to model in some clothes for him, much to hakkai’s jealously.

hakkai: slightly bummed because mikey has a super tight grip on the snacks and won’t seem to share (it’s fine, draken is going to get some more). also, mitsuya is asking someone ELSE to model for him, which he seriously can’t stand. luckily, he has someone to rant to (ahem, angry) while he gets his nails done by chifuyu. he’s terrified out of his mind during the movie, screaming really loudly during the jump scares. it’s an odd sight: hakkai’s six foot ass cowering behind mitsuya, who’s calmly munching on some popcorn with takemichi without batting an eye.

pah chin: don’t tell koko, but he somehow managed to sneak his dog, pochi into the fucking house. chifuyu’s not the only one who can’t sleep without his pet. peh-yan is the only one who knows pochi is there. they hide pochi in a closet, occasionally feeding pochi some leftover snacks that mikey hasn’t claimed yet. it’s literally the worst kept secret because these two share a collective brain cell, but somehow no one has noticed yet because there’s too much chaos going on. unfortunately, the closet they hide pochi in just happens to be where koko’s shoes and fancy clothes are stored. don’t worry! koko doesn’t find out until the very next morning, or the morning after THAT, because he’s so exhausted he literally passes out for two days. that’s how much of a headache these dumbasses are

peh yan: nervously helps pah-chin smuggle pochi inside koko’s house. he nearly spills the secret like three times to five different people, but everyone thinks he’s joking. he works off the stress by playing (several) rounds of mario kart with smiley, who is unsurprisingly good at it. after the end of his rage-quit, the TV’s shattered and broken, the consoles are split into two, and koko’s headache turns into a migraine.

smiley (nahoya): whatever you do, do NOT turn your back on this fucking demon. he’s all ready to party and get wild, and by party, he means pranking the shit out of everyone at least once. he’s already got to takemichi literally after he just stepped into the house with the classic bucket prank. takemichi seems to be his favorite target by far, partially because he’s so easy to prank. he reluctantly stops filling the water balloons with boiling hot water only because mitsuya catches him in the act. did I mention that his son of a bitch craves violence?

angry (souya): kind of becomes everyone’s therapist for tonight. he sympathetically listens to his friends’ ranting, purely because he just wants all the tea (keeping a secret? forget it. he’s gonna spill to smiley like ten seconds later anyways). during the water balloon fight, he grabs a giant nerf gun instead, which automatically makes him the winner because everyone’s desperately trying to escape his carnage. after all, he was closest to winning smiley’s paintball party last year.

koko: man I feel so sorry for this guy. everyone chooses his fancy-ass mansion for the location of their sleepover (without permission because permission is for weak ass nerds ofc ). his blood stress and headache is higher than usual, which is saying something. you know that feeling when you’ve had a busy day at school, and your backpack is so fucking heavy it’s practically killing your spine, neck and shoulders? that’s what he’s feeling right now, but worse. don’t worry, everyone trashed his house, but paying for the property damage will barely scratch his bank account.

inui: it’s a little awkward for him because he’s rarely slept over at someone else’s house (other than koko’s), and he isn’t quite close to the others yet. he pointedly avoids other people (mitsuya, who he literally whacked over the head with a baseball bat, hakkai, because he used to be taiju’s subordinate, mikey. because mikey made it very clear that he doesn’t like inui very much, and koko, because fuck you, read the manga). he sticks close to draken’s side and kind of just follows him everywhere until draken tells him to get to know the others better. that leads to him chatting quietly with takemichi, who seems to welcome him. chifuyu’s very eager to paint his nails (red, because it’s the colour of mitsuya’s blood after he got whammied in the head!). mitsuya is determined to make inui his new model project (again, much to hakkai’s envy and distress), and tries to talk to him, which makes inui avoid him because he’s worried that mitsuya’s going to confront him. luckily, it turns out that mitsuya just wants him to try on some clothes, much to inui’s relief. he ends up making some new friends!

kazutora: you thought mikey and baji was bad, huh? well kazutora is (arguably) worse. he’ll keep it civil for the first hour, only making like, 20 snide comments toward chifuyu while chifuyu is doing his nails (the only thing that’s keeping chifuyu from dumping acrylic nail polish all over on kazutora’s stupid egirl banana hair is that the nail polish was expensive as hell ). kazutora’s favorite prank victim also happens to be poor takemichi, which leads to a competition between smiley and kazutora to see who can prank takemichi the most. suffice to say, takemichi had a truly awesome horrible night.

kisaki: i’d like to make one thing clear. this bastard was NOT invited at all. he’d be a mood killer to have around anyways. even if he was, chifuyu would have killed him before he could even take a single step inside the house.

hanma: in a hypothetical turn of events, let’s just say that if hanma WAS at the sleepover (hypothetically, of course), he would be just as chaotic as smiley, except his idea of “fun” is setting something on fire with those stupid cigarettes of his (don’t smoke kids!! protect your lungs). stealing baji’s forte? not cool hanma. :/

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suchalonelysunflower · 3 years

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Tell Me What You’re Thinking (c.h)

Pairing: Calum Hood x Fem! Reader

Summary: You overhear something you shouldn’t hear. But Calum will make it right, won’t he?

Warnings: ANGST. Language (including insults), mentions of alcohol, drugs and cheating. MC with low self esteem. Some grammar mistakes (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word count: 4 k

Author’s Note: hi I’m back with the angsty shit. This is very self indulgent, and I put Mitchy as a bad guy here, so sorry if you like him? Reblogs, Commets, Feedback and likes are very welcomed and encouraged! I love to hear from you guys ❤️ hope you like it and Happy Reading ✨🦋🌻

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You sighed as you finished your last paper. It was finals week and you were officially done with your exams and term papers for the semester. The last couple of weeks were rough and no one knew that more than you and your boyfriend Calum who has been by your side through this whole stressing process.

You smiled to yourself as you remembered the encouraging words that Calum often said to you. He knew how hard you worked in school and at your part time job in a law firm, and you appreciated how much he cared for you in times of stress and frustrations. Always cheering you up from the bleechers as you made a name for yourself.

Calum promised that once you were done with school for the semester, he was going to take you out on a well deserved Holiday, just the two of you and Duke as you celebrated another six months worth of work done. Everything was already planned for the next weekend and you couldn’t wait.

You reread your final essay one more time and decided that it was enough for today and if there were any mistakes left, then you’ll deal with them tomorrow. Now the only thing in your mind was a cozy blanket and a feel good movie. But first, you needed to get some food and drinks for your mini celebratory self care session.

The thought of asking Calum to come join you crossed your mind, but you quickly remembered that tonight was boys night. Every couple of weeks Calum and his friends have a little night out to catch up and decompress all of the stress of the week. Tonight was Calum’s turn to host boys night as they decided to have a quiet night in, so they must be having a good time downstairs and you didn’t want to ruin the mood.

With that thought in mind, you carefully placed your laptop on Calum’s side of the bed and carefully untangled your legs from under the covers so you wouldn't wake up Duke, who snuggled with you every time you had to work to keep you company. You put on one of Calum’s hoodies and headed downstairs trying your best to not make any sound.

Before you even reached the last step of the stairs, you could already hear your boyfriend’s laugh and it made your heart flutter. Even after almost three years of being together, his laugh still gives you butterflies every time you hear it, falling even more in love than what is possible.

Once you were in the kitchen, you started looking into the cupboards as you searched for your favorite snacks, but in the end you were unable to find any, thinking that maybe Calum has hidden them somewhere on the top shelves where he knows you can’t reach.

Letting out a small huff, you debated with yourself the option of climbing up the counter or admitting defeat and go ask your boyfriend for some help. Luckily, you didn’t have to decide as you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite scholar” Said Ashton with a light chuckle “What are you doing here? I thought you’d be out tonight since it’s boys night”

You smiled as you let him wrap his arms around you to give you a hug. Ashton was the first friend you made when you moved to LA a couple of years back, he was the one who introduced you to Calum in the first place, and you were very thankful for having him as a best friend.

“I had to finish up some term papers, so I had to reschedule my girl’s night for tomorrow” You explained to the black haired man “And what are you doing here? Need a refill?” You ask, pointing to the empty glass he was holding.

Ashton nodded, “Yeah, but I also needed a time out. Mitchy is kinda being very obnoxious today” He said with a sigh.

Mitchy Collins was a close friend with the boys for many years now, but you can’t say that he is a friend of yours. It’s not like you haven’t tried to befriend the singer, on the contrary, you both had multiple chances to get to know each other but he either ignored you or made things very awkward between you. And, to be honest, you were not that excited to become his friend either. There was something weird about him, a bad vibe per se, that made you not trust him at all. He was always very loud, obnoxious and downright rude sometimes and it made you very uncomfortable. Both Calum and Ashton knew about your uneasiness with Mitchy, so they didn’t push it too far and you were thankful for that.

“Oh?” You asked, trying to mask your discomfort “What is he saying this time?”

“Just a bunch of bullshit, to be honest. He is very high right now and thinks he’s above everyone else” Ashton said, taking a seat on one of the kitchen island stools. You did the same as you offered him a glass of water.

“Are you high right now?” You chuckled.

“Nope. Calum and I decided to stay clean tonight cause tomorrow we start early in the studio and the weed kinda messes up our pipes” He explains.

“What about Luke and Mikey?”

“They are not here yet, they said they needed to finish up something for a song and then they will meet us here” Ashton shrugged, not giving it too much importance “And what about you, darling? How was your day?”

You began to tell Ashton about how you finally finished the semester and how excited you were for your little getaway with Calum next week. However, every couple of minutes you were interrupted by a loud laugh or an obnoxious comment coming from the living room where the rest of the boys were sitting. Sometimes their loud comments started loud conversations that neither of you could help but overhear, but you did your best to ignore them. But some things are easier said than done.

“I’m telling you man! You can do so much better” You heard Mitchy’s voice echoing through the house, followed by a chuckle from Calum who mumbled something among the lines of “Fuck off”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you stopped the conversation you had with Ashton in order to pay attention to what was being said down the hall. You looked at Ash with a confused face, wondering what they could be saying but at the same time not knowing if you should continue listening to their private affairs. You were about to open up your mouth to continue what you were saying until another comment made by Mitchy caught your attention.

“You have to admit she is the worst sometimes. All she does is boss you around like you are some kind of puppet. She is the definition of annoying”

You sat up straight as you looked at Ashton, who mirrored your puzzled expression.

“Is- is he talking about me?” You asked in a whisper.

Ashton shook his head “I don’t thi-”

“I swear! What does she even do besides work and study all the time? She barely has time for you. You said it yourself! And when she’s not doing any of those things? She’s nagging around and clinging to you like you’re a damn purse! That’s who Y/N is”

You froze in the spot. So they were talking about you… and did Calum really say you don’t have time for him? You don’t even get time to yourself and he knows that! He said he was okay with it, that he understood and supported you through and through… Guess not.

“I still don’t know what you saw in her, dude. She’s just plain boring, playing to be a good girl when in reality she has zero personality” He continued his rant “She does nothing for you! Honestly! I’m surprised you made it this far with that bitch”

You knew that wasn’t true. He never really made an effort to get to know you! how could he be saying all those stuff? You did everything for Calum, all your goals, your plans are for the both of you. How could he know that if he never really talked to you? But you had to admit that that first comment really hurt. You were always doubting yourself at the beginning of your relationship with Calum, always feeling like you weren’t good enough, or pretty enough, or smart or fun or hot… To fight off those kinds of feelings was a difficult job to say the least, but Calum was always there to fight them with you, reassuring you that he loved you. He loved every part of you and he will love you forever.

“Is she at least a decent fuck? Cause I don’t see her doing anything remotely interesting in bed” Mitchy laughed “If she’s not she’s just wasting your time”

You noticed how Ashton suddenly stiffened next to you when he heard Mitchy’s comments. His knuckles turned white as he gripped his fists at the side of his body “Okay, that’s enough” But you were quicker, grabbing onto his shirt as a sign to make him stay there with you and not cause a scene.

His eyes found yours and you could see the anger build up on them, you knew that he would defend you no matter what and you loved him for that. But you knew Calum would defend you over there, he wouldn't let him talk about you that way.

“Ash, please” You pleaded, tugging on his shirt for him to take a seat again. But he preferred to stay standing next to you, almost like guarding and shielding you from any other comment that might hurt your feelings.

“I can’t let him talk about you like that!” He hissed. But you just shook your head.

“I know, Ash. I know. But Cal will handle it” You said confidently, trying to keep yourself together.

You knew Calum would not let those comments slide. Even if you weren’t in the room with him, those comments were awful and very hurtful, no one deserves to be treated like that, especially by someone as close as a friend of his.

You waited for his intervention, but your heart crushed when the only thing you heard from him were laughs.

“She’s a good fuck” That’s all he said.

The grip you had on Ashton’s shirt suddenly flattered as you fought the lump in your throat “Y-you said he wasn’t high” You whispered to Ashton, who was just as frozen as you were after hearing his best mate’s comment.

“He’s not” He said, standing tall next to you. As much as he wanted to go in there and give the guys an earful, he knew you needed him here with you.

Out of all the things Mitchy has said, out of all the insults and belitments, that’s what he says? That you’re a good fuck?

You knew that you could be annoying sometimes when you got happy. You just wanted to share that happiness with everyone around you and you thought… you thought that Calum liked that. You were not a bad girlfriend, you always tried your best to make him as happy as he makes you; to love him as much as he loves you, cause he loves you. Doesn’t he?

If he loves you then why is he letting his friend say all of this stuff about you? Why is he not saying anything? Does- does he agree with him?

The tears started rolling silently, half of you not believing what you were hearing while the other half clang to the idea of Calum defending you at some point.

“Oh I know!” Said Mitchy after a while “I can introduce you to someone! Right now, actually. Her name’s Vanessa and she’s crazy hot, dude”

He can’t be serious.

Ashton looked at you with pleading, furious eyes. Almost begging you to go and let him deal with them. But you grabbed his hand and made him stay. This has to be it. This has to be the chance for Calum to say something.

“You’re kidding right?” The curly haired man asked. Making you let out a breath of relief.

“Not at all! Think about it. We go, you meet her, you fuck her and done!” He said like it was nothing “Y/N will never find out cause she’s stuck up her ass. Your fans will never know or they won’t care cause they don’t even know you are in a ”relationship” to begin with! You are single to their eyes. And you get a decent fuck from someone who looks the part and knows how to have fun! It’s a win - win!”

Your heart stopped as you waited for Calum to answer. To tell Mitchy to go fuck himself. To tell him that he loves you and would never do that to you.

“I don’t know, man. I’ll think about it” Calum shrugged “Plus, if we go out I’ll have to tell Y/N. She’s upstairs finishing some shit for her university”

“Fucking hell… see! I told you! A stuck up bitch” Mitchy said, making Calum laugh.

But their laughs and the rest of the conversation grew numb to your ears. Your body trembled as the tears came flooding in, holding in the sobs that were tearing up your throat. How could he? He was really thinking of cheating on you.

You could feel every little piece of your heart shattered as you search for some kind of leverage that could hold you still so you don’t fall and break. You felt ill, disgusted and heartbroken.

As you tried to get up, you felt your knees buckle and almost fell to the ground if it weren’t for Ashton holding you up. He was still there and you knew by the look in his eyes that he was not going anywhere.

He was just as disgusted and angry as you. He couldn’t believe all the things that were said tonight, all the things that Calum failed to make it right and hurt you in the process. He knew that if he were in that room that the conversation would’ve died the moment it started. He would never let them talk about you that way.

“I-I can’t-“ You cried, moments away from hyperventilating “I can’t stay here, Ash”

He nodded, pulling you into a hug and kissing the top of your head for reassurance “Go upstairs, love. Grab your stuff and we’re getting out of here. You’re staying with me tonight, okay?” Ashton let go of you and started walking towards the living room where the rest of the guys were still talking.

“Ash” You called, making him turn around “D-don’t make a scene, please”

He sighed as he muttered a quiet “okay” before turning around, leaving you alone as you went upstairs to grab the bare necessities to spend the night, you’ll figure out the rest later. Right now you just needed to get out of here.

You opened the bedroom door and almost collapsed at the entrance. Duke came running towards you, sensing that there was something wrong as he started to whine and tried to jump into your arms. That only made you cry harder as you realized that you were leaving him too. You fell to the floor and patted the puppy as he tried to wipe off your tears with his tongue, breaking your heart even more.

A loud voice cut you out of your thoughts. You could hear Ashton yelling, although you couldn’t exactly figure out what he was saying. This meant that Calum knew you heard everything and that, if he had at least some decency left in him, he would come and get you. You needed to act fast.

You stood up and grabbed the first big bag that you could find. Inside of it you threw your laptop, your books, your charger, some clothes and some bathroom essentials. You debated on whether or not to take with you a picture of you, Calum and Duke… it was your favorite memory with them. But the damage was stronger than the nostalgia, so you threw that picture to the ground before you left the room that once belonged to you.

You were running down the stairs when you passed Calum running up them. You ignored him as he stopped in his tracks and followed you to the hall.

“Y/N!” He said, desperate to try and stop you “Y/N, baby, please! Hear me out!”

“Hear what?! I already heard enough!” You said as you turned around.

Calum’s face was almost unrecognizable. The fear in his eyes, the desperation in his voice and his close off body language was not something you’d normally see in him. The “I fucked up” expression showed all the regret in the world, yet you didn’t seem to care at the moment.

“I. Heard. All of it, Calum” You cried through gritted teeth, anger boiling inside of you as you stared at the man you thought you’d marry “All of it and not once did I hear you say something to try and defend me. How do you think that made me feel?!”

“Baby-“ He tried, but you cut him off.

“I work my ass off all day and night for you, for us. For me to go and see you on tour like you ask me to, knowing damn well I would go to the ends of this fucking earth for you! Catching up extra classes and shifts so I can go with you. I cancel everything to be with you. I gave up everything for us to be together. I barely even have time for myself as I try my best to be something worthy of you!” Your tears were staining your face, but you pushed away the pain for a moment, knowing that once you break down it’s over “I try my best to be a good girlfriend, a good friend! I loved you with all my heart and this is what I get after almost three years? A good fuck? That 's it?”

Calum’s world fell to the floor as he tried hard to fight off the lump in his throat, whispering in a broken voice “Loved?”

“That’s all you get from it?” You ask defeated “Calum I would’ve never let my friends call you names, insult you or offend you in any way. I would’ve gone to the ends of the world for you, defended you till the day I die. All because I trusted you to do the same for me and you failed me, Calum. You broke me. You let him call me a bitch, a stuck up, worthless, stupid, bossy, annoying… should I go on? Cause those words are now printed in my memory, next to you agreeing to all of those things. Is that what you think of me?”

“Baby, I swear it’s not like that!” He said, grabbing your hand and trying to make you stay “I fucked up! I know! You are right, I failed you and you don’t know how much I hate myself for it! But please, love. You know I could never think of you like that… you are the most wonderful person there is! You are kind, smart, loving, beautiful-“

“Did you cheat on me?” You ask bluntly.

“What?”

“Did you cheat on me?”

“No!” Calum said instantly “No, I would never!”

You nodded “Yet, you thought of it.”

Calum opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off again “Is that why you never made our relationship public? So you could have a free pass whenever you want to? Cause I thought it was to protect our privacy, for us to have a normal life in the midst of the chaos that is to date a celebrity. When you told all of that I thought “wow, this is a guy with integrity and with values” Yet I don’t know what to believe now. I thought you loved me-“

“I do love you-“

“I thought you loved me” You said, the tears were already dry as the anger came flooding in “But you don’t hurt the people you love. You don’t break them like you did to me. You don’t let anyone hurt them, even if they are not in the room with you. And you don’t cheat on them like you were going to tonight with that girl Vanessa while I waited here like an idiot for you to come home and spend some time with me”

You pull your hand out of his grasp, holding onto your bag as you heard Calum cry “Y/N-“

“You are free to do whatever you want now, Calum. Cause to the eyes of your fans you are single, and I am as well”

You turned around and saw Ashton waiting by the door with his keys in his hand. He opened up the door for you as you walked by, ignoring all of Calum’s pleads for you to stay.

“So you are just going to leave?!” He yelled, not knowing what else to do. “Whe- Where are you taking her Ashton?”

The black haired man made sure that you were already sitting in his car before turning around to face his friend “I’m taking here with me and away from you cause that’s what she needs now. So don’t bother calling or showing up cause you are not welcome right now. And don’t even try to call Luke or Michael cause they already know and we won’t support you on this” Ashton said as calm as he could. He already told him off, but the anger of seeing you cry in front of him still resided in him.

“I- I love her , Ash! You can’t just take her away from me. I’m her boyfriend!”

“Correction, you were her boyfriend. And I can take her away and I will cause she asked me to” He said taking an intimidating step closer to Calum “Cause while you were here talking trash about her behind her back, planning on how to cheat on her. I was back there, holding her while she broke down crying cause she couldn’t believe that her boyfriend didn’t stand up for her and let a fucking stranger insult her all night long! You weren’t there to see her eyes water or her lip tremble. You weren’t there when she begged me with tears in her eyes to not make a scene cause all she wanted to do was to get out of here. She is the most amazing person ever, she is a light in all of our lives and you extinguished her without a second thought. You might be my friend, but she is too and I love her and I will defend her no matter what, she doesn’t deserve this kind of crap you just showed to her. So don’t count on me to try and help you get her back, I won’t blame her if she doesn’t”

Calum felt small as Ashton walked away from him, closing the door with a bang and leaving him all alone in his big house. Well, almost.

“Dude, that was intense” Mitchy laughed as he placed a hand on Calum’s shoulder “So, wanna go now?”

A blind rage fell over Calum as he heard the mocking laughs of his so-called friend, acting like his life just didn’t fall apart in front of him.

Calum grabbed the singer by the neck of his shirt and pushed him forcefully against the wall “You are going to get out of my house and never come back. You hear me?!” He yelled to his face, almost letting out steam from his nostrils as he was sure he could kill him right now.

“Dude, what’s wrong with yo-“

Calum quickly grabbed a bottle from his nearby mini bar, suddenly gaining all the courage he should’ve had hours ago, and throwed it to Mitchy’s feet, making him jump “Get the fuck out!” He yelled, grabbing bottle after bottle, glass after glass and throwing them into the ground “OUT!”

Only when the last bottle was smashed into pieces did he realize he was completely alone.

And only then did he allow himself to cry for the loss of the love of his life, walking away from him and leaving him to pick up the pieces of two broken hearts.

part 2

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well-its-not-human-anymore · 3 years

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Okokok here this: april, reader and casey try to prank the boys. How does it go. With who does it fails/success, what was the prank, do they get caught? Do the boys get revenge, and if so, how?

Also, splinter sees it all unfolds, does he just gets himself a snack and watch, or does he tries to subtly join in without getting caught? (We all know hes got a playful side cmon)

Bonus: they try to prank vern too, maybe the boys join in to prank him? What do they do? Does he retaliate?

Okay so I admit I let my brain go nuts on this one, so it's a little long but I was cackling the entire time I was writing it.

TMNT Headcanons

Prank Wars

Leonardo

In your complete and utter defence, Leo had 100% started this

And also in your defence, you did tell him not to

Twice

But he tricked you into watching a horror movie and ended up dying your hair green

This meant war

You'd even wrapped up April and Casey into it

Their problems were your problems

Which meant that April was the one who convinced Splinter not to say anything to his sons

He was perfectly happy to oblige

Casey was just there to help set things up

And you liked the way his mind worked

The objective wasn't to go unnoticed, there would be no point in doing it and having no proof

You were doing this to prove that you could

Leo had emphasized that he couldn't be distracted

That you were to obvious and clumsy to prank him without him noticing

Challenge fucking accepted

And that's how you ended up at the kitchen table eating lunch with April and Casey when the boys were coming back from meditating with Splinter

April kept having to shove food in her mouth to hide her laughter

Casey just decided to wear sunglasses

And you kept overpowering the urge to smirk

"Hey guys, good to see you. Y/n have you seen my katanas?"

With the obstruction of water in your mouth you just nodded at him, pointing to the other room

He sauntered off, none the wiser to your victorious grin

When he came back in only a moment later his expression had done a complete 180

Leo made direct eye contact with you and you held that stare like a wolf cornered in its den

"does someone want to explain why my katanas are encased in blueberry jello?"

You raised your hand like a child in class

"hate to break it to you, but it's actually berry blue you uncultured bitch"

Raphael

Ohhhh you were so undeniably dead

A whole other level of six feet under

It wasn't a surprise that April and Casey had backed out on this one

It also wasn't a surprise that Splinter had offered to stand up for you if things went sideways

Donnie even gave you a sheet of paper with a list of hiding spots before hand

All of this went completely unnoticed by Raph, the target of your latest scheme.

And that was fine, you had only one objective here-

Make it out alive

But it was amazing what 1 person could do with some extra cash and internet access

So that's what led you to your current position.

Cross legged on the bench, watching the large red terrapin get ready for his first set, that in itself wasn't unusual, you always watched him lift just in case you needed to run and grab someone if something went wrong

Raph was none the wiser to your plan

At least that's what you thought

Your book was in your lap and you were calmly scanning your pages, somewhat comprehending the words but keeping a very close eye on the turtle across from you

"Hey y/n?"

You peeked over the edge of your book to meet his eyes

And your heart sank to your stomach

"Yeah Raph?"

He smirked at you, taking a lumbering step forward

"You ever seen that episode of the Office where Jim fills Dwight's phone with nickels so when he takes 'em out Dwight punches himself in the face?"

Shit shit shit shit shit shit-

"Uh... No, can't say that I have, why do you ask?"

That damn smile got even wider and all of your muscles tensed, you were ready to bolt

"I'm giving you a fifteen second headstart. Starting right now."

You flew to your feet and sprinted out of the weight room

"DONNIE WE GOTTA CODE RED!"

Your lungs were ready to burst by the time you made it to your decided hiding spot. Heavy footsteps went right underneath you and you held your breath, you wouldn't dare move.

You didn't come down until hours later when Splinter came and coaxed to you out of hiding

But deep down you knew you'd started something you couldn't finish.

Vern Fenwick

You didn't even have to convince the guys to partake in this

You didn't even get the chance to tell them what you were planning

They were already brainstorming

None of you let a word of it slip to April, she would've shut you down faster than you could blink

A complete buzz kill

But fake blood was relatively cheap and all of Vern's flooring was tile (meaning extremely easy to clean and bleach)

Donnie had really been the mastermind behind the execution, none of you had any idea how he'd rigged the apartment plumbing

But he'd assured you it would only affect Vern's suite and no one else's so you didn't concern yourself with it further

And after the fact you had to wonder what exactly the former cameraman was planning on the date he'd been in the middle of

All you knew was that you got a very frantic call from the falcon himself yelling about blood coming out of his tap and the sink wouldn't shut off and it was everywhere and what the fuck was happening?

You all knew that Splinter thought it was hilarious, he'd never been particularly fond of Vern

But he did make his sons assist in the clean up and bleaching of the victims apartment floor

You went too and offered moral support

Vern had hit on you one too many times, so there was no way you'd feel bad about this

Michaelangelo

As far as pranking went, you and Mikey were partners in crime

He always had great ideas and you always came up with the best ways to execute those ideas without getting caught

But when you separated those two chaos was guaranteed

You weren't entirely sure how you had been pitted against each other but you weren't entirely mad about it

You couldn't say the same for anyone else though, the others had been on edge all week.

Pranking Mikey was a challenge, he knew how you worked and vice versa

You'd been brainstorming with April for weeks now, maybe a new perspective would help

That's what the two of you told yourselves anyways

Much to your dismay, Mikey and Casey had been plotting against you as well, the traitor.

And perhaps even more unfortunate was the fact that both of your pranks somehow overlapped and backfired on the rest of the family

Because Mikey and Casey may have replaced the family tea set with a edible sugar replica that looked identical to the original

So that when you were asked to make tea for Splinter and Leo it would dissolve the second you poured the hot tea

But they didn't tell anyone else so Leo was left with an impromptu anxiety attack when he made his own tea before sitting down to meditate and it melted into sugary leaf water

And you and April had planned the 'cutting off your finger in the kitchen' with the knife, fake finger, and fake blood

Which in theory should've worked because Mikey was in the kitchen the most, that was his territory

However once you'd started your plan you couldn't stop it

so when you 'cut your finger off' and screamed for Mikey you didn't have time to yell "wait it's a prank!" before Donnie caught a glimpse of the scene and fainted

In your defence you didn't know the purple turtle could move that fast

And to Mikey's relief he was going to throw that cutting board out anyways

Splinter explicitly banned the two of you from pranking each other after that incident

Donatello

Per your own common sense you had come to the conclusion that pranking the families resident genius was a horribly stupid idea

So for once, you'd practiced some self control and refrained from any pranks involving Donnie

Now that's not to say that the turtle vowed from aiming any pranks towards you

He had morals but messing with you walked the line separating adorable from batshit crazy

And he was all for it

April advised against it severely and even Splinter seemed to think it wasn't the best idea, but that was a lesson his son had to learn on his own

On the flip side, the second Casey heard about Donnie's plan he was all for it

So when you came over for dinner they both had to hide their excited smiles as Casey passed you your spaghetti

He knew it was your favorite

Everyone else was oblivious, which looking back on it was a very bad thing

April had her suspicions that Donnie was pulling something this evening, but she couldn't put her finger on it

That wasn't until you swirled a mouthful of noodles around your fork and shoved it into your mouth, you were starving

Here lies your predicament-

You swallowed thickly and blinked like you were in pain, your hand went to your throat and you reached for your water, ending up chugging almost the entire bottle.

Your eyes met Donnie's in a serious type of concern

"Is there hot sauce in this?"

April choked on her breadstick and quickly covered her mouth

Casey hadn't picked up on it yet

"Awh yeah- how'd you figure it out so quickly?"

You erupted in a coughing fit that sent April rushing to your side before you could tumble to the floor

"You fucking assholes! Y/N has a capsaicin allergy! Casey go start the car we need to get them to the hospital!"

On the bright side you were fine after you were rushed to the ER

But you didn't speak to Donnie or Casey for two weeks following the accident

You eventually forgave them for it and they haven't targeted you since

Sorry if it got a little dark at the end, but I felt like it was more realistic. Also that has actually happened to me but it was a nut allergy (and that's how I found out I was allergic to cashews) But I feel like the ending was a good example of how pranking someone can go horribly wrong, you should always consider the possibilities before doing something that could cause harm to a person. (Unless they really really deserve it)

I really enjoyed writing this one and I hope you guys like it as much as I do! 😁🧡👍

-Mars 🌠

#tmnt x reader #tmnt raphael #tmnt leonardo #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt vern #prankwars #tmnt headcanons #tmnt bayverse #bayverse donatello #writing requests

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theyreonlynoodlesmike · 3 years

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It's Just a Movie: Part 21 (Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!Reader)

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Warnings: cursing, blood mention

Word Count: 3674

The eight of you hopped down the stairs, heading down into the depths of the cave below. It was as if all had been forgotten, but you'd guessed that David's question must have creeped out Michael as much as it had creeped you out. But after a short laugh and some mild encouragement, Michael was following you all down into the sunken hotel.

Dwayne took the time to light the barrels so Michael, and you, could see in the dark cave. Paul went right behind the brunette, turning to help the little boy down the cave steps before holding his hand and jumping down into the cave with him. Paul stopped his cheering to say,

"Go get the rockbox, brother." And Laddie quickly agreed. Marko went straight for his pigeons, while Dwayne finished lighting up the room. You followed Marko, hanging near him as you looked behind you to catch David's eye. Everyone knew what speech was coming, and you grinned as you waited for David to start. Though, your eyes shifted to the brunette. You watched the awe come over his face, and you could imagine just what he was thinking. Even after so many months, the cave still had its own little effect on you.

"Not bad, huh?" You walked past Marko, heading towards the fallen down and graffitied steps that jutted out of the wall. Paul was already making his laps around the fountain, while Laddie went to go give him the rockbox. You climbed up, popping a squat on the steps as David continued, "This was the hottest resort in Santa Carla about eighty-five years ago." You placed your elbows on your knees, settling your chin on your hands as David walked around the fountain and said, "Too bad they built it on the fault. In 1906, when the big one hit San Francisco, the ground opened up and this one took a header," Laddie climbed into the fountain as he spoke, and Paul stepped around the chandelier as he passed. David clapped as he said, "Right into the crack." He was looking at Michael now, and he stood just a step too close. "So, now it's ours." David finished.

"So, check it out, Mikey." Paul said, putting emphasis on the nickname. He had lit a joint, and you laughed along with the other boys. David continued as if Paul hadn't interrupted him, and Star grabbed Michael's hand to try to stop David from leading him away as he said,

"Marko. Food." He said, and Marko was tossing his pigeon over his shoulder as he went to climb back up the cave steps and out towards the world. "That's what I love about this place." He had lifted an arm to wrap around Michael's shoulder, but Michael reached back and shrugged him off. Star walked towards her room, watching the pair closely. David's hand hovered as he said, "You ask, and then you get." Paul hopped off the fountain, joint in hand. He held it up for David, who said, "Thank you." And Paul cheerfully said,

"Yeah." Before he blew the smoke out of his mouth with a smirk on his face. You stood from the stairs, noticing how everyone, even little Laddie, was watching the pair. You climbed off the steps, heading towards the fountain near where Paul and Dwayne pulled Laddie up. "Appetizer?" David offered, and you watched as Michael took the joint. You stood next to Dwayne as David, "You'll like it here, Michael." And reached up to touch the flag tucked into Dwayne's pants.

In the movie, the scene cut right there. It flashed back to Sam's room, where he was reading all about vampires. But this wasn't just the movie. Michael was still there, being led to the couches to smoke while the seven of you hung out and awaited Markos return. You reached into Dwayne's pocket, and the brunette looked down at the feeling. You pulled his lighter out of it, giving him a grin as you walked over to the rockbox, pressing play on whatever tape was inside, and went to the brunette girl. You linked your arms, even if the girl seemed content to hide behind her curtains.

"Help me light the candles." You whispered, and she gave you a silent look, before a small nod. She found a pack of matches lying around, and the pair of you went around the room lighting the stray candles. Star was silent, casting glances over at the pair on the couch. You looked over, seeing that Paul had joined their minor smoke sesh. You rolled your eyes, and thought to yourself, Of course. You caught eyes with him when you looked back, and he gave you a wide grin and motioned you over. He was sitting on the couch with Michael, while David sat in his chair. While you had gotten most of the candles, there were still plenty left unlit. You smiled and shook your head, turning your attention back to the candle holder in front of you. You could hear Dwayne whizz past you on his skateboard, and you looked over your shoulder to catch a smile from him. You had barely looked away from the candle for a minute before a large hand was reaching out, lighting it before you could. When you looked over, the tall blonde stood next to you with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Hey there, gorgeous. Is it just me, or do I feel a spark between us?" He flirted, and you couldn't stop yourself from rolling your eyes as you went to light the candles on the chandelier. "Oh, c'mon." Paul drawled, following you over and helping you light the candles you couldn't reach. "That was a good one." Paul said, and you let out a little sigh.

"I'm pretty sure you've used that one before." You told him, and Paul scoffed as he picked up one of the candles, lit it, and set it down on the fountain.

"Ouch. Tough crowd." He said, looking over towards the boys. You saw that Dwayne has paused his skating to take a hit from the joint, but hadn't yet joined David and Michael. He even put one foot on the board, pushing off with the joint between his lips. The three of them let out soft laughs, and you looked over to find that Laddie was shadowing Star now. "Well, either way, you set my heart aflame." Paul said, choosing to sit just where you were going to place one of the candles, a candle in his own hand. You gave him an unamused arch of your brow, and he scoffed again. "Nothing?" He said, and you shook your head. Nothing. Usually, Paul didn't even have to flirt with you to make you swoon. You didn't know what it was, but you were enjoying teasing him. You were used to an audience, but, perhaps, you felt as though you had something to prove with Michael watching as well. Even if the boys seemed to be having their own conversation, you could feel the stares on your back. Paul stood and took the candle from your hand, setting it down where he sat. He reached out to touch your cheek, and you couldn't stop yourself from leaning into the touch. It made a wide grin spread across Paul's face, and he leaned close to say, "You're just trying to make me look bad." After a moment, you nodded with a grin spread across your lips. You giggled, but, when he ducked down to kiss you, you pulled away.

It was just an inch of distance, but Paul looked absolutely insulted by the rejection. His mouth even fell open and his eyes had gone wide, the warning sign of amber already mixing with his crystal blues. Paul loved games, and you knew he was the most persistent of the vampires. But, for Michael's sake, you decided to end the game before it truly began. You grinned, and quickly closed the distance to give him a peck. He accepted the kiss, his lips twisting in an attempt to hide his own pleasure, before he held your chin and kissed you again. It was deeper and almost forceful, as if he was proving a point. He only pulled away when Dwayne skated past and thumped Paul on the head. Paul broke the kiss with a shout of,

"Hey!" And Dwayne's laugh rang clearly through the cave. You grinned as you watched him skate away, and he looked over his shoulder to send you a large, heart-melting smile. He looked positively picturesque. His board made him a few inches taller, his hair was blowing slightly behind him, and his jacket had fallen open to reveal just a sliver of skin. Paired with the smile on his face and the look in his eye, it was hard not to melt. Paul, however, only became disgruntled by how Dwayne had stolen your attention, and told him, "Get your own girlfriend, man." As Dwayne came nearer and passed the two of you, he leaned down and sent you a wink before he said,

"Oh, I will." Paul's feathers had been especially bristled after that comment, and, on a normal night, he probably would've stolen you away to your room simply just so the brunette couldn't interrupt his night with you. But, alas, he had to stay put, as much as it bothered him to do so. Michael had moved to the fountain, so he could be closer to David. Or, perhaps, it was so he could stare at Star, who had come over to finish lighting the candles in the cave and decided to hang behind David's chair when she was finished. Still, the platinum blonde seemed to be the only one interested in talking to the boy from Phoenix, and, if you had been paying closer attention, you might've caught more of the questions David had asked him. The only thing that seemed to improve his mood was when Michael pointed between the two of you and quietly asked,

"So, you two are…" And Paul beamed as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You and the boys hadn't really discussed what you would tell Michael, but you knew that you wouldn't be able to hide it for long. Especially when you and the boys would share affection with eachother whenever you felt necessary. Instead, the pair of you shared a glance, then looked at Dwayne. Then, the three of you laughed to yourselves, and Michael stared at the display between the three of you.

"Something like that." You told him between giggles, and, while he smiled, he looked just slightly confused as his eyes flicked between the three of you. He was clearly relieved when the other blonde returned with the sound of feet hitting the floor and a call of,

"Feeding time! Come and get it, boys." As he walked towards where David and Michael had parked themselves. Dwayne skated past, ditching his board to sit in the corner of the couch with a small cheer of,

"Alright." While Paul scrambled for his spot on the ledge and chattered to himself. He pulled you next to him, and Marko, chopsticks between his teeth, paused to give David his order first. David looked at the container, and, almost in a bored tone, said,

"Chinese. Good choice." As though he'd known that's what he was going to end up choosing. Funnily enough, to you, the line sounded exactly the same as in the movie, with or without the prior knowledge. Marko threw Dwayne's carton to him, and Paul turned, saying,

"Over here, bud." And held out his hands for Marko to throw him his food. The only difference was that Marko threw two cartons, one for you and one for Paul. He also tossed Paul a pair of chopsticks, which Paul passed to you. You shook your head as you looked over, seeing that Dwayne had already started to eat with his bare hands, and that Paul, and Laddie, was quick to follow. You opened your carton, using the chopsticks to eat your normal order of chinese food, and you would've commented if it wouldn't break the script. Marko stood behind David's chair, glancing at the brunette on the fountain.

"Guests first." David said, holding out the carton of rice to Michael. Michael mumbled a simple,

"No, I'm good." But your eyes flicked to David. He persisted with an almost surprised,

"You don't like rice?" And even though you'd seen the scene a thousand times, it was interesting to see it in person. From this angle. Everything was less dramatic, yet impossibly more tense. David's persisting was less of a plot device and appeared to be even more unnecessary. You could almost hear the tense background music, even if, now, it was just whatever cassette had been in the rockbox. Still, David had to. He continued with, "Tell me, Michael. How could a billion chinese people be wrong?" Earning a few laughs and chuckles from the boys around you. You forced yourself to smile as you ate your food, but you didn't even need to look at Star to know that she was staring at you. A glance only confirmed that, but you wished you hadn't. The confusion and speck of hurt in her eyes made you wish you had just watched David and Michael. David pushed even further, laughing and saying, "C'mon." Michael took the carton and fork, eating a small bit of rice if not just to satisfy the boy in front of him. After a moment, David asked, "How are those maggots?" Earning a small chorus of laughter from the boys around you. You stared down at your food, almost not wanting to watch the scene play out as guilt edged the back of your mind when Michael dumbly said,

"What?" Only for David to lean forward in his seat, his brow lowering and his face turning serious as he continued,

"Maggots, Michael. You're eating maggots. How do they taste?" The boy besides you was cracking up, and even Dwayne was letting his head roll back as he laughed. You stared at him for a moment, and looked back just to see Michael spitting out the rice. It caused a whole roar of laughter, even from the smallest of the boys. But, you could only bring yourself to laugh quietly, even if it quickly faded the second Star said,

"Leave him alone." Guilt was eating you up. You didn't want to bully Michael, and Sam's request from earlier was itching at your mind. Make sure Mike doesn't embarrass himself too badly. Those were the words that rung in your ears as Paul said,

"Pretty sad." But the boys fell silent as David stabbed his takeout. A frown had quickly replaced his smile, and he stared at Michael for a moment as the boy made sure to get the rice out of his mouth. You stared at David, but he seemed to be avoiding your eyes. Instead, he looked at Michael. You couldn't help but follow his gaze, and you watched as Michael tried to piece together what had just happened. You knew that he had, for a moment, saw the rice as maggots. No imagination. He'd seen it. Yet, now you were sure it had gone back to being just plain old rice.

"Sorry about that. No hard feelings though?" David asked, and Michael looked at him before looking away and saying,

"No." You were sure he was probably blaming it on his high, on the weed the boys had given him. Surely, that was the most reasonable explanation. You watched as David held out his noodles and said,

"Why don't you try some noodles?" And, from how the boys laughed, you were almost positive that if you looked into the carton you'd see worms inside them. To save your own appetite, you didn't look.

"They're worms." Michael said, earning more laughter. Paul looked over at you, clearly enjoying himself. You smiled to play along, gently nudging him with your shoulder. David was quick to say,

"What do you mean they're worms?" As he looked down at the carton. As David took some noodles between his chopsticks, Michael said,

"Don't eat-" But he was cut off by the sight of David tilting his head back, licking the noodles into his mouth. They weren't worms, just plain noodles. David told him exactly that with the line,

"They're only noodles, Michael." Before Michael was grabbing the food from his hands. He looked at it, pulling it up with David's chopsticks. He saw with own eyes that they were, fortunately, no longer worms. Just noodles. Paul laughed and taunted him, saying,

"Worms." As if the idea was ridiculous. You gave him another small nudge, just as Star said,

"That's enough." But you knew none of the boys would listen to her. They couldn't. They had a script to follow, and Paul turned his head to tell Star to,

"Ah, chill out, girl." But it almost felt as if he was telling both of you. You looked away, burying your attention into the carton of chinese food as Marko leaned down, letting David whisper in his ear. But Marko knew what he wanted, even as he nodded and went to go fetch the bejeweled bottle. The lump in your throat was developing again, and no amount of swallowing could get rid of it. You comforted yourself with the reminder that Michael was kind of a creep, and that you needed to do this. For a moment, it made you feel slightly less bad. You watched as Marko brought the wine and passed it to David. Star walked around David, moving so she was behind Michael. She looked concerned. Rightfully so. She knew what was in that bottle, and she knew none of the others, not even you, would protest if David offered it to him. Michael looked over at Star as silence filled the room, but the tension was thick and heavy. It was time, and, if they succeeded, then they were one step closer to guaranteeing their survival. Or their deaths.

David uncorked the bottle of blood, taking a sip and letting his eyes close. He took a breath, before he opened his eyes and stared at the boy in front of him. Even before David said the words, you reached for Paul's hand and gave it a tight squeeze. He reciprocated the action.

"Drink some of this, Michael. Be one of us." He said, and then slowly held the bottle out for Michael to take. You watched him closely, even as Michael took the bottle. Even as your boys began to chant. Even as Laddie stood up off of the couch, passing the boys to stand besides you and reached to grab your free hand. Even as Star said,

"Don't. You don't have to, Michael." And Laddie gave your arm a small tug. Before you could even think to stand, to go with him, Paul lifted your joined hands and moved them along with his chant. His grip was tight, and you knew it would be futile if you tried to pull away. So, instead, you gestured for Laddie to go to Star, to leave you on the ledge with Paul. He paused for a moment before he hurried away, just as Star said, "It's blood." And you almost wished that Michael had listened to her. Instead, he stupidly said,

"Yeah. Sure." And lifted the bottle to his lips. He chugged it down, earning a chorus of cheers, claps, and a loud,

"Bravo!" From David. The boys lifted their arms and cheered, and David told the curly-haired blonde to, "Give me a ride, Marko." And, even if you were relieved that the plan was working, you couldn't help but pity Michael as the boys started a whole new round of cheering his name. He was a vampire, a half, and he didn't even know it yet. Especially when you caught Star and Laddies eyes as they slipped away from the scene, heading back towards the canopy, and shelter, of Stars room. They knew, and you knew Star couldn't believe that the five of you had done it again. Pauls hand slipped from yours as he stood, rushing up to Michael to say,

"You're one of us, bud. Let the good times roll." As they began to cheer and celebrate. While 'Cry Little Sister' didn't play in the background and the scenes didn't overlap, it may as well have. Everything was happening in such a rush and your attention was constantly being split that you couldn't find one boy to focus on. And you couldn't get rid of the bad feeling stuck in your chest, or the rock in your throat that stopped you from cheering along with them. It was making you dizzy, and it glued you to your spot. Even as Marko pushed Michael, Dwayne got back on his skateboard, Paul ran around the room waving his jacket around, and David walked around the candles on the fountain, you didn't move. You only moved when Marko offered his hands to you, and yanked you out of your seat. He dragged you along, hopping and running. You knew you should be excited. Hopeful. Just like you'd been the other day. You only laughed when Marko spun you around and dipped you, but it was more out of surprise than anything. He danced you around the fountain, and you were grinning the next time you looked at Michael. But the guilt of your actions and the betrayal you saw in Stars eyes made it flicker, and so that you stopped at where the tunnels went deeper, parted from the angel-faced blonde with a quick kiss, and leaned against the cave wall to watch them celebrate. You were doing your best to attempt a smile. After a moment, you reached up to place your thumb between your teeth and chewed on your nail instead.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys paul #paul the lost boys #the lost boys david #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys marko #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys imagines

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1994sunflower · 3 years

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mikey buying y/n lingerie, or like dragging her to victoria secret and like picking stuff out for her.

in which michael buys you lingerie

You were so used to the routine of classes, campus, Michael’s house, your apartment. To go out of it always gave you a fuzzy feeling just because you weren’t used to it. But you loved what it brought you. Every time you went shopping off campus or just exploring the city. Being right beside Michael, your hand in his. It made you feel proud. To know everyone that looked at you two knew that he had chosen you.

The mall, especially. When there were so many distractions, ones that always got you as you tugged him every which way you were interested. His focus was always on you, letting you drag him to any store you wanted even if it clashed so obviously with his personality. He took it with no complaints. It made you feel so special.

Michael even carried your bags for you, not caring how mismatched it would look to anyone who cared to see such a tall, daunting man carrying small little bags with the girliest, frilliest stores the mall had to offer labeled on them. It felt like, even with the two of you surrounded by so many things and people, you were still in your own world.

You followed behind him, your hands in his, whenever he trailed into his own interests, slowly as if trying to pretend he didn’t really care. Watched as he lost himself in looking at video games, music, shirts that depicted some scenes that made you wonder how it was legal to be on fabric.

He even enjoyed teasing you, trying to lead you into stores which stopped you straight in your tracks and you watched the amused grin on his face as he took in your embarrassed blush. So wholesome. At least in public. He was sure what he made you do on a daily basis was worse than any sex toys those very adult stores could hold inside.

But he simply wrapped his arm around your shoulder and led you away, almost cockily at bringing out your shyness. He always seemed a lot calmer, freer out in public whenever you were off campus. But still stoic and intimidating, at least you assumed that’s why people seemed to always stare at you and make room for you two to move by.

Your eyes were trailing up to the second floor above you, already thinking of what stores you wanted to see or if you preferred to go to the food court instead. So lost in your thoughts you didn’t realize Michael had stopped moving and you had gone a few steps ahead until his immobile arm tugged you back. Glancing back at him in confusion just to find him staring to the side and you didn’t understand why until your eyes followed his gaze.

The lingerie store did its best to not look raunchy as stereotypes would have it seem. It was well lit, its prettiest pieces on display. But either way, your cheeks heated up as soon as you eyes raked over them and noticed Michael’s doing the same. You weren’t sure you even wanted to know just what exactly was going on in his mind. It was the only reason the store even caught his attention, you knew, because his mind was swimming with you.

You didn’t really use lingerie at all, not that you needed to. With Michael it wouldn’t last more than a few seconds on your body, on a good day it’d likely end up ripped on the floor. But looking at them, you couldn’t deny how pretty they were. You thought of how they would make you look, especially how Michael would react to them on you. The confidence boost would be spectacular.

Perhaps you looked for a little longer than you intended, gazing at the mannequins deep in thought. Because before you knew it, Michael was closer to you. His chest to your back and leaning down enough to whisper, “Want to go in?”

You looked up at him in embarrassed surprise. Your mouth hung open but nothing but stutters left. You were too shy to go in there by yourself, knowing how helplessly lost and inexperienced you would seem, let alone go in there with Michael.

Shaking your head was no use because he was already tugging you by your hand.

“M-Mic…Michael…I-I think-”

It was all you could do to stutter out his name to try to get his attention before you finally entered the store completely. And the eyes of the workers on you made you look up at Michael for support. You knew you looked really different from your boyfriend, but in that store, it felt even more obvious that he was so much more experienced and you were sure others doubted how he could be satisfied with you.

But his eyes should have been their answer. He was satisfied only by you. His eyes never left your figure, an excitement in them only because of you and how he imagined you would look in all those hot pieces.

Which is probably what gave you the calm and confidence to move on your own, keeping your arms wrapped around his bicep, keeping him close as you moved around the room looking at the different pieces. From the most modest to the flimsiest.

You didn’t touch anything, even your newfound curiosity couldn’t make you do that. But you were drawn to the prettiest outfits, in your mind. The one with more lace than anything else, in the prettiest pastel colors. Normally, imagining yourself in them would feel mismatched, but having Michael with you, his arm around your waist and tracing circled on your hip, your mind took you to just how weak you would render your intimidating boyfriend. It sent a thrill to you, knowing the power you had.

Michael, for his part, was just watching you. His eyes intense and his jaw set as he went over whatever fantasies he had each time you approached a set you liked. Especially when you finally picked one up.

“Do you like this one?” It was a blue one piece, which despite that, left little to the imagination. It hard cut outs on the top of the breasts and the curve of your sides. But the lace detailing was beautiful and you were sure it would be able to cup you in all the right places. Especially for Michael’s enjoyment. You wanted nothing more.

And despite Michael being silent when he nodded, you knew he agreed to your silent judgement of it. If not by the darkening of his eyes than the way he held you just a bit closer as you continued looking, with it in your arms. But then he pointed at the same piece just in black.

“This one.” He picked.

Maybe it was the exhilaration at seeing that you were actually receptive to buying things from there, it wasn’t something he had just dragged you into anymore. You were taking the initiative to not only look but buy. But he started being a lot more ‘helpful.’

The way he picked up any fabric was almost laughable. Like a hormonal teenage boy seeing a girl’s intimates for the first time. As if he wasn’t known around campus for his skills in the bedroom. As if he didn’t do the dirtiest things to you in bed.

It was kind of cute, the way he would tell you he liked something without ever saying it.

“You like it, right?” The panties were such a pretty color you couldn’t disagree. Especially with the small little ribbon that for him, was just going to be begging to be undone when on you. The straps would hug the top and side of your hips.

Even if you were doubtful of whether or not it was crotchless. Particularly with the mischievous smirk he couldn’t contain when you nodded shyly, this time you being the one that was speechless. But your suspicions were confirmed the moment he didn’t even let you reach out and take it from his hands. It was the only thing you weren’t carrying. He always did like easy access.

Then it was garter straps that would connect to thigh highs that you wouldn’t have ever had even the courage to even pick up, let alone try on when it was so different from your personality. But the sight of them had you biting your lip and agreeing nonetheless.

Or then it was baby doll top with the completely lace and see through design. That despite it’s openness, you were drawn to equally as he was. It was just so cute and dainty. Just like you. It was perfect.

Especially when he held it up to show it to you and when your eyes lit up at the sight, he put it up against you making you titter nervously and snatch it out of his hands. Glancing around to make sure no one had seen just exactly what your boyfriend was so excited for. He was like a kid in a candy store.

But nothing could have prepared you for the way he stopped dead in his tracks in front of one set hung up.

You weren’t paying attention at first, but even if you were, you wouldn’t have been able to grab a hold of it. It was too far up. But he reached up without an issue with a concentration that was out of character for him.

By the time you turned around, he was already staring at you. The hanger was in his hands as he held it up slightly to show you. It was ridiculous that the only time he ever seemed interested in anything was in this situation.

“This one too.” He wasn’t even asking, he was picking it out for you. And it didn’t take a genius to see why he liked this one specifically, more than anything else he had chosen out for you.

It was pure white. Which is probably what caught his attention in the first place. The color always drove him crazy on you. Such an unblemished color, symbolizing innocence. Which is what you represented, what he took and tainted.

The bra was small, you weren’t sure it would cover even half of your breasts but that may have been the point. The small bow connecting the two cups being the only really design. The bottom was a skirt but it was barely the width of five fingers, useless at covering anything. But again, that was likely the point. It was frilly, making it look much like a maid’s skirt. With small little ruffles at the top and bottom of the skirt. The same frills and ruffles were on the arm bands. Even on the lacy choker that came with it.

It was at once so cute, wholesome looking and the filthiest thing you had seen since you entered the store. The only thing it wasn’t was proper.

You would look so pure, like a doll. Fragile and weak. He could just imagine you, sitting on your knees on his bed. Looking up at him with your big doe eyes. Your singsong voice calling him to you, begging for him. Looking every bit the pieces of the virginal angel you used to be mixed with the dirty little slut for him you now are.

How he would completely eclipse you, how the dark of his tattoos would clash so violently with the white of the fabric. How wrong it would look to anyone else to see him, covered in ink with filthy words and depictions on the entirety of his upper body, on top of you dressed like that. His large build covering you completely, making you seem even more vulnerable with that flimsy set on. Seeing you submit to him looking that innocent, visibly showing what you’ve always been. Letting him do the filthiest things that shouldn’t be done with looking that chaste and virtuous.

Fuck. He didn’t think he could ever take this one off of you, even when he would be plowing into you. He’d have to keep it on your body as he stared down at you. Even with how flimsy the tiny little bra was, as if tempting him to rip it off of you.

Maybe going into the store was a bad idea. He could feel himself getting hard and he knew you would not appreciate him trying anything this much in public. But he couldn’t help himself. Just one look at the displays at the window, he could only think of you. How cute you would look, how hot. It hadn’t even been meant to be anything inherently sexual. He was never really the type to be wanting you to wear more clothes when he was trying to fuck you.

But the further you went in, the shy, almost nervous, look in your eye, he couldn’t help his thoughts straying. His good girl.

Especially when his gaze fell pieces that he couldn’t help but imagine adorning your body under him. That would just accentuate what he liked most about you, that fits your sweet personality while at the same time hitting at the dirty girl only he ever saw. Those thoughts were multiplied tenfold at the sight of the last lingerie set he had grabbed without a second thought. It was like it was made for you, for his girl. It would be all for him. Only his eyes would ever see you in it.

And he may die when he finally sees it on you. But he’d die a happy man. Nothing would ever satisfy him like you did, he was sure. He could practically hear your whimpering moans, your tiny hands clinging to him as the only thing on your wrecked body was the frilly outfit, the choker would look beautiful on your neck as your mouth was open, tongue out front he pleasure.

Good thing he didn’t have to worry about how he was going to deal even a few more minutes looking at any more outfits, especially with his mind still stuck on the one in his hands.

Because you looped around arm through his, “Okay.” You giggled, the blush still on your cheek. “I think that’s enough here, Mikey.”

And he let you lead him away from the temptations that was the merchandise easily.

The cashier was pretty. She didn’t do much to stop her surprise as she glanced between you. You wondered if it was the height difference that she was referring too, as you fiddled with your fingers, or the way Michael daunted above both you and her. The way he was covered head to toe in black, chains on his jeans and wrists, tattoos littering his neck and arms. Looking very much comfortable, if not happily dazed, in a store like this. And you, lithe and meek at his side, probably appearing like an anxious little virgin.

If only she knew.

Maybe the pieces she was ringing up would give her a clue. Or the way Michael couldn’t keep his hands off of you. Despite the way you looked like you could break when in his arms.

He bought it all. You didn’t even get the chance to offer your own card before he was already entering his pin. He picked everything out after all. It was a gift for both of you.

Michael even let you carry the striped bag, declaring to the world very obviously just what exactly you two had walked together in the store to buy. You held it with both hands, wanting very much to bury your face in his chest in modesty.

But he was gleaming proudly, showing off to anyone who cared to watch, especially the men ogling the small girl at his side, that anything they were fantasizing about, he very easily already made reality or would. And the proof was in the medium sized bag in your hands. Everything you would let him see and experience of you, let him do to you. He felt like the luckiest man in the world.

“Let’s go home, baby girl.” His voice was soft at your ear and his hands squeezed your hips.

You were sure ‘home’ was going to consist of the rest of the hours of the day being spent on the contents of the bag, what he had picked out and bought for you. Being displayed right in front of him for his enjoyment. And he’d get to help you break them in, bask in your sweet nervousness and submission dressed like the pure yet dirty girl you were.

So, who were you to do anything but nod and let him lead you out of the suddenly crowded mall.

#5sos #5sos imagines #michael clifford #michael clifford x reader #Bad Boy Michael #Michael clifford fluff #Michael clifford smut #5sos smut #5sos fluff #bad boy smut #bad boy fluff #college au

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thesquidkid · 3 years

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Lately I've been feeling so alone

Based of this post by @milady-bugg, thank you for letting me use it as inspiration for a fic 😁

This is sadder than intended, and full of Michael Guerin feels, hope you'll enjoy! This is also quite long (5.4k lmao), so you can read it on AO3 if you prefer.

Michael had isolated himself in his bunker, not letting anyone - even Sanders - in. At first, there were a few knocks, the door opening a few times and each time, Michael would slam it shut with his powers. He needed to process. It was one thing, to know that you were the son of a monster, another to face the man as he gave his own son a heart attack. Father of the year, right here!

So Michael had isolated himself between 4 walls, literally underground, where he could let all his anger free without hurting anyone. But the others couldn’t really understand that, and he couldn’t blame them. So everyone went on to live their lives, do what they were good at.

Isobel and Rosa were looking for Max, searching every cave, every abandoned house, turning every stone, using Rosa’s new found ability. Liz was making sure Maria stayed stable and healthy, her state hadn’t really decreased, but it hadn’t improved either. Whatever was going on, she seemed to continue the fight. Because Maria DeLuca was her own saviour, every damn time.

Michael didn’t have any news of Alex, just that he had found Kyle and that he was safe. He had hesitated calling Alex a few times, to compare notes on shitty father, but that wouldn’t have been fair to Alex, the person who tried every damn day to distance himself from his father, to fix what he broke, to be a better man.

So Michael was alone, in his bunker, with Sanders coming in every once in a while to complain that Michael wasn’t working, but both knew it was just an excuse to check up on him, make sure he was doing fine.

And really, he was. After the initial shock of finding out that his father was a copy of his brother (really, all those times Max had played his father, it was just in his DNA), where he completely and utterly lost it, he was now in a much calmer headspace. He had repositioned all the furniture that had been thrown against the walls, had done some extensive cleaning and given back a few tools and random parts he found to Sanders.

Although, he was still feeling empty. Had emptied his entire body, crying, shouting, wanting to break stuff with his powers, but knowing that if he did he would have to replace it somehow. And he was still broke. So he had to figure out another way of letting his emotions free, that didn’t involve breaking the little stuff he owned, and regretting it.

Instead, he focused on what he was good at. Had put all of the alien tech he had on the main workspace, fiddling with it at first, letting his hand move freely on it, feeling the way the tech reacted to him. From then, he realised that he still didn’t completely know what the tech could do, had assumed it was only part of the ship, but the recent events, with Kyle’s radio and Jones’ sword, he was getting curious as to what he could do, with his imagination and mechanical skills.

This is where it all started, with the alien glass and his tools, letting his hands move as they desired, his mind still busy thinking about - well, everything that happened in the last few days, from Jones being his father, to Max maybe still nearly dying, to Maria being in a coma, and to Alex being God knows where doing God knows what.

As he thought about his friends, his family, his people, his fingers were doing something similar. This is how he found himself, after three days in the bunker, barely sleeping, not at all in contact with the outside world - only going out to take a shower, get some food, and use the toilet in the airstream - with a bunch of glass objects, clearly designed for his friends, and not knowing what to do with all of it. Well, he knew, but that meant going out and seeing them, their faces, probably full of pity, no one knowing how to address the elephant in the room - Jones.

He was building up the courage to get out and gift his creations as peace offering, or whatever they wanted them to be, when he was disturbed by a knock on the latch, then it opened, followed by a very familiar voice that he didn’t expect to hear any time soon.

“Look, Guerin, I get that you want to be alone right now, and uh, yeah -” Alex Manes said, passing a hand across the face, fighting the want to jump down that ladder, understanding more than anyone what being the son of a monster felt like, and even then, neither of their experiences were comparable. “I’m just here to tell you that, ah, Maria woke up, and uh, she’ll be staying in the hospital for a little longer, so uh, yeah that’s what I came here to say.” he finished, and stood up from where he was crouching above the opened latch, looking down in the bunker but not seeing more than the ladder and light. He could also slightly distinguish Michael’s shadow, glowing under all the lights he guessed were alien.

Michael thought Alex had left, and nearly closed the latch using his powers, when he heard the last few words, barely a whisper, but clear as day to him. And he knew that Alex knew that he heard them. “I’m here. If you ever want to talk, or whatever. I’m here for you, Michael.” And with that, Alex left, understanding the peace of being alone with your thoughts, and knowing that Michael would come out whenever he was ready to.

And he was ready to come out. Soon after he heard Alex’s car leave the junkyard, he rushed to his airstream to take a shower and change clothes, taking with him the glass object he had made for Maria. When Sanders saw him leave the airstream, showered, dressed in clothes that hadn’t been worn the past three days, smiling, he couldn’t stop the teasing comment, “If I knew getting your boy here would get you out, I’d have done it long ago.” Despite the comment, he was glad that Michael was feeling better, and even more glad to hear the “Not my boy. Maria’s awake,” that came from Michael as he drove away, leaving Sanders in the junkyard, a smile on his face. The kid was starting to realise that family wasn’t the blood coursing through your veins, but the people you choose to surround yourself with. He hoped Ms. Nora would be proud of her boy, wherever she was.

Michael drove to the hospital at a respectable speed, not wanting to get arrested the day Maria woke up - she would never stop making fun of him about it. He nearly ran towards her room, stopping only at the open door, taking in the people in the room. Liz was at the foot of Maria’s bed, holding a board with papers clipped to it - most likely Maria’s health results - talking with her hands, a large smile on her face. Rosa was sitting on the bed, next to Liz, exchanging side smiles with Maria, her entire body more relaxed than she had been since Maria’s coma. Isobel was standing to the side of the room, leaning against the wall, facing the door. She was the first to see Michael, making him smile back, and promising her to talk and hang out, by their psychic bond. Finally, he turned his eyes to the head of Maria’s bed, where the two Manes men who had gone against their father were sitting, Greg leaning against the back of the chair, a hand holding Maria’s and the other going up and down on her arm in a reassuring sign, Alex on the other side sitting with his elbows on his knees, chin resting on one hand, apparently the only one truly listening to what Liz had to say.

He cleared his throat, not knowing how else to announce his presence. “Mikey!” came the synchronised shout from the Orthecho sisters, “what took you so long, dude? We texted you ages ago!” Rosa teasingly asked, Michael not bothering with an answer and simply sticking his tongue out to her, earning him a roll of the eyes from Liz and Isobel, a full on laugh from Rosa and a slight chuckle from Alex.

“How you feeling, DeLuca?” he started to ask, his voice clear with worry, but remembering many of their conversations, he continued with something he knew she would prefer to him worrying too much, “I might check out some other bar if you stay out of the game for too long.”

And he seemed to have been right, as Maria giggled and stood up straighter, “Oh I’m not too worried you’ll be right back at the Pony in no time Guerin,” she said smiling at him, which Michael copied. “And,” she added, pointing her finger in his direction, “you still owe me 15,09 bucks, don’t think I’ve forgotten.”

Michael shook his head, of course she wouldn’t forget the drinks he had during the last year that he hasn’t yet repaid in services. Since it was the pandemic, they both didn’t have much money so they agreed that whatever drinks he ordered would be paid back in free car or bar maintenance, and vice versa. As if they weren’t already cutting deals for each other.

Feeling all eyes on him, especially since he had gone AWOL for the last three days, Michael cleared his throat once more and took a few hesitant steps towards Maria, ignoring everyone in the room but her. “I, uh, made you something?” he said, cursing himself mentally for making it sound like a question, “here,” he put his hand in his jacket pocket and took out four little alien glass hairpins, ‘it’s alien glass, I thought you might like them.”

He looked at her to see some tears in her eyes as she took the hairpins and observed them in her hands. “They’re, Michael, those are amazing ,” she said with so much sincerity that Michael was taken aback by it, “Thank you.” she added with a smile.

In the end Michael sat on the floor against the wall, listening closely to Maria talking about what had happened with Jones. He felt at ease, surrounded by his friends, still feeling the weight of Kyle and Max missing, but everyone enjoying this small light in what had felt like a week of pure darkness.

Being with Maria, giving them his creation, had given him the courage to talk to the others, and hand them their gifts. He went to see Liz, one day, as she was still in Kyle’s office, observing scans of Maria’s brain. He pointedly ignored those pictures, deciding that he wasn’t going to think of what his father could have done to Maria and her brain, knowing the guilt he would feel if he did. Instead he stood in front of Liz and handed her two teardrop earrings made out of alien glass.

She stopped in the middle of her sentence, and stared up at Michael who smiled awkwardly, her mouth agape as she took in the beauty of the jewelry. “Mikey, wow, I - I don’t know what to say.” she said, looking back and forth between the earrings and Michael.

“It’s nothing, Ortecho, really, I had glass laying around and -” he started to say but was interrupted by Liz. “Thank you.” she nearly shouted, standing up and bending him in a tight embrace, which he returned gladly. He then held up Liz’s phone as a mirror as she put them on and admired herself, making both of them laugh, before reality caught up, and they both needed to focus on Max, Kyle, and Maria. Liz kept the earrings the entire day, and wears them on any occasion she can, the alien colorful glass going with a multitude of clothing combinaisons.

The next person Michael gave a present to was Rosa. She was at the junkyard to train her powers when he surprised her with alien windchimes. He quickly used his powers to hang them up while she had her eyes closed and let the wind do the rest of the work. She opened her eyes in admiration of whatever sound she had heard and turned towards the source of it. “Woa,” she said under her breath as she walked slowly towards them, until finally touching them with her hands, letting the windchimes sing under her fingers, the alien glass slightly reacting.

“You made those?” she asked, turning around to Michael. He nodded, smiling, feeling quite proud of his work. “The sound they make,” continued Rosa, turning once again to look at the windchimes, Michael walking closer to her, “it’s - I don’t think I can compare it to anything.” He nodded once more, encouraging Rosa to continue, “It’s like a melody. I can hear the wind, but it’s different, it’s beautiful.”

She leaned against Michael who was now standing slightly behind her, Michael instinctively putting her arm around her shoulders, the two of them standing in the middle of the junkyard, admiring the alien glass windchimes Michael had made for Rosa. She would come buy the junkyard many times, listening at the way the wind circled through the windchimes, admiring their beauty.

After that it all happened really quickly; Rosa and Isobel found Max, Michael and Liz had been called to the rescue (Jones had apparently regained his body and vanished), followed by Kyle waking up, Greg and Maria rushing to some ranch in the middle of nowhere to get Kyle and Alex. Eventually, all this craziness died down for a bit, Max was hiding in Alex’s cabin in the woods, since Jones had used his body to commit crimes, he couldn’t really go grocery shopping without getting arrested, and Kyle had regained his job at the hospital. Michael seriously wondered how he hadn’t been fired yet, but he wasn’t complaining, at least someone in their group seemed to know what he was doing with his life.

He made his way back to the hospital, except this time to see the one person he swore he would never visit as a kid. A doctor. But not just any doctor, a doctor who was quickly becoming a good friend of his, which he obviously wasn’t going to admit. He walked in the corridors, knowing the place quite well by now, and knocked on Kyle’s office door. A tired “Come in” answered and he opened the door.

As soon as Kyle saw who was on the other side of the door, he groaned and nearly snapped, thinking that maybe now would be the time to get a new group of friends that didn’t have alien emergencies every four hours. Michael must’ve sensed what Kyle was about to say (something along the lines “I don’t care that the world is burning because of some alien invasion, I need sleep! And no, a coma doesn’t count.”) because he raised his hands in surrender, a smug smile on his face.

“Relax, no alien life or death situations, or at least not that I know of.” This had the expected effect, Kyle relaxed in his chair, crossed his arms on his chest and raised an eyebrow at Michael, silently asking him why he was here then. Michael closed the door behind him and sat opposite Kyle, on one of the patients chairs. Still smiling, he took out of his pocket two glass paperweights that he delicately put on the desk for Kyle to grab, just as delicately.

Kyle was silent as he turned the paperweights between his hands, admiring all the different angles, reflecting his desk light on the walls and papers he had on his desk. While Kyle was busy, Michael slowly put his hand in his other jacket pocket and took out a glass snow globe with a little cardboard UFO, two little plastic aliens, and pink fake snow. He put it on the desk and waited for Kyle to notice, after having put the paper weights on top of two small piles he had.

When he saw the snow globe, his face lit up with astonishment, and he looked up to Micheal, once again speechless. “I know what it’s like to see a doctor as a kid and being scared,” Michael said, not looking at Kyle but at the little snowball, “and I know it’s not the same, but uh-”

“I’m sure the kids will love it, Michael.” Kyle said, honestly. He took the globe and shook it, chuckling at the way the UFO dangled, the way the little Aliens wiggled and the way the pink snow fell on everything. “Thank you.”

Michael shrugged, “Consider it payback,” he said, with a sincere smile this time, “for all the times you saved our asses.” And with that, he stood up, waved awkwardly at Kyle (who waved back just as awkwardly) and left.

Kyle took care of the paperweights, who in reality weren’t so heavy, but never broke as they fell. All the kids that came by his office would stare at the little snow globe, admiring it, feeling calmer and safer during their appointment.

Isobel called Michael over the next day. She said she wanted to go shopping for Max, since he was stuck away and was getting bored (how he had already read all the books Alex gave him, was a mystery to Michael, but he supposed when there really wasn’t anything else to do…)

Michael ran on her doorbell and let himself in, using his powers to unlock the door. He made his way to the living room and sat on the couch, looking at the decorations of Isobel’s walls. This house felt more homey than the one she had shared with Noah, there were paintings on the walls he knew Rosa had made, a few old and useless metallic pieces he had turned into sculptures and decorations laying around in various places. But what was really different was the huge bookshelf, books varying from science fiction (for Michael), to inspiring novels (for Isobel) to fantasy and romantic (for Max), indicating that this wasn’t just her home for her, but that her brothers were welcomed here too.

Michael put on the table the necklace he had made, the pendant made out of alien glass and the chain from some silver he had laying around the junkyard, and waited for Isobel to come out. When she did, she smiled at Michael and sat next on his left, facing him. “Okay, so I’ve been thinking, and our brother isn’t really the best cook so -”, she started to say, but cut herself as she saw what was on the table.

She grabbed the necklace between her fingers, and looked to Michael, who was leaning against the couch, an arm slung over it, a bright smile on his face. He winked at her, when he saw that Isobel was looking at him, and she leaned against him, her heard on his shoulder, Michael folding his arm around her.

“It’s beautiful, Michael,” Isobel said, emotions strong in her voice, “thank you.” Mihael rubbed his hand on her shoulder, not really knowing what to say, but wanting her to know that he would always be there.

Isobel wiggled the necklace in front of his face, Michael taking it with a chuckle as he attached it around her neck. The two of them stayed like that, leaning their heads against each other, in silence, in peace. Eventually, Isobel stood up, hurrying Michael out the door and into his truck to go shopping for Michael. And if they were a bit later than what they had told Max, arriving with humid eyes, no one made a comment about it, Max glad to have some company and more books to read.

Michael went back to see Max at least once a day, staying for a few hours or a couple of minutes, always checking in. The two had a lot to talk about, especially the elephant in the room - Max being a clone of Michael’s father.

Michael found himself enjoying those little brotherly moments, and more so the one after they had done the whole Jones subject. Michael would make a few comments about Liz staying in Roswell, to which Max would respond with questions about Alex.

“You know,” said Max on the third day Michael came when they were sitting around a fire pit, enjoying a few beers, after Michael had strongly avoided any topic about Alex, while also admitting to having some feelings (which Max knew of already, subtility wasn’t Michael’s - and Alex’s - strong suit), “this is the first time you and I have talked about dumb highschool crushed together.”

Michael chuckled at that, a hint of sadness that Max quickly brushed, “Hey no, the past is the past man, I’m just saying that I’m glad we’re finally talking, you know? Feels like we’re finally not hiding stuff.” And Michael raised his beer bottle at that. It was indeed the first time that they were both completely open, no more secret. They both were at fault on that, but as Max had said, the past was the past, no point reminiscing, when you could focus on making the future better.

With those thoughts in mind, he took out of his pocket an alien glass bolo tie with little turquoise end caps on the ties, and handed it to Max, who took it. They were both hypnotised by the way the flames reflected on the glass, the way the colors seemed to dance in the night.

Max didn’t say anything, didn’t have too. He put his beer on the floor next to him, stood up and motioned to Michael to do the same. Once they were both standing, facing each other, they hugged deeply, strongly. In the end, all the other bolo ties Max owned got mostly replaced by this one, being worn at every occasion he could, always with his brother in mind.

Michael had two more presents to offer, and was sitting in his bunker, not knowing how to approach either of the people they were made for. Luckily for him, he didn’t have to figure one out, as the person in question opened the latch and climbed down the stairs with a grunt. “Kid,” came Sander’s voice as soon as his feet reached the ground, “think you can use that brain of yours to build a lift here? Getting too old for this.”

“Well no one is forcing you to come, old man,” Michael replied, although there was no true bite to it. In fact, he quite enjoyed the old man’s occasional visits, even if all he did was complain. Michael turned around to face him, “Everything all good up there?” he asked, wondering why Sanders had come down. Sanders just nodded at him and took the last steps for him to arrive at Michael’s level, leaning his hands on the workspace. “What you working on, kid?”

“Uhm, actually -” started Michael, now that Sanders was here, might as well give him the present, right? “I got something for you.”

Using his powers, he approached a little metallic sunflower he had made from scrap pieces found here and there in the junkyard, and had made the center out of alien glass. The whole thing was attached to a chain to be held up against the door to Sanders house.

Sanders grabbed the sunflower and looked at it intensely with his good eye, remembering the colors Ms Nora’s creations were, seeing them once again on that little sunflower. Neither said anything, nor made a step forward to hug, neither being used to physical comfort, but they both knew how much that gesture meant.

To Michael, it meant acceptance, family, a sunflower for all the sunflowers they grew at the junkyard over the pandemic. To Sanders, it meant pride, it meant having kept his promise to Ms Nora to take care of his son, it meant family.

The sunflower was attached by Sanders' door, the alien glass glowing under the desert sun, always turning to face it, like all the many sunflowers they had in their field.

Which led Michael to one last gift. And if he was being honest with himself, the one he dreaded the most. Also the one that took him the most time and the most research. A gift for Alex. Taking his courage in both hands, he sent a quick text to Alex before he could have any chance to doubt himself. Free right now? I think I might take you up on your offer.

He didn’t have long to wait, as his phone buzzed almost immediately, On my way. Be there in 30 . He rushed back to his airstream, ignoring once more Sanders’ comment about getting ready for his boy , to get changed and put beers in the fridge. He opened the door of the airstream just as he heard Alex’s car arrive, and sat on one of the chairs, two bears in hand, while he made his way over. Alex sat on a chair next to him, accepting the beer, in silence.

“I heard you were busy while in your underground lair, judging by the gifts I’ve been seeing pop up.” Alex said with a smile, taking a sip of his beer, turning his head to look at Michael.

Michael frowned his eyebrows, “I thought you were busy out of town?” he asked, barely stopping the bite from escaping his lips. Alex looked sheepishly away from Michael at that, “I’ve been trying to not distance myself too much,” she shrugged, his tone lowering, until being a simple whisper at the end, “to not drive myself crazy.” He shivered at whatever thought was going through his mind, then straightened his body and looked up to Michael, “Anyway, you said you’d take me up on my offer, I’m assuming you want to talk?” he asked, forcing a smile that Michael didn’t buy.

“The hell is going on with you, Alex?” Michael asked, with a bit too much force that he immediately took back at Alex’s defeated look, “First you tell me you’d burn down the world for me, then that you don’t want me anywhere you or whatever, and then you end up finding Kyle in some creepy farm, which might I add is the exact same farm you got stabbed in .” He took a breath, and continued, “So yeah, Alex, I want to talk, I want you to tell me what’s going on with you.” He stopped at looked at Alex, who didn’t really seem like he wanted to say anything, so he lowered his voice, taking back all the bite and anger he could, channeling how much he cared and worried about Alex, “You said you were there for me, it’s a two way street you know. I’m here for you too.”

That seemed to do the trick, as Alex’s teary eyes met Michael’s, who wanted nothing more that to wipe his thumb across his cheeks, to take away the fear and the pain he could see in those eyes. But he didn’t, they weren't there yet.

Alex took a deep, shaky breath and told Michael everything, from quitting the Air Force (getting a discharge with full honors, Michael could tell the pride in his voice as the last ten years of Alex’s hadn’t been totally useless), to joining Deep Sky, to the Lockhart machine, to his boss not being who he said he was, to discovering that the Lockhart machine had driven people crazy, to the reason he had been recruited by deep sky. After his explanations, he fell quiet, looking at Michael, not truly knowing what to expect.

What he didn’t expect however, was for Michael to get up hastily, move the airstream and rush to his lair, leaving Alex sitting on his chair, a half empty bottle of beer in one hand, tears in his eyes. But Michael came back, just as fast as he had left, holding some piece of alien tech mixed with metal in his hands. It took a moment for Alex to register what that object was, and once he did, he widened his already teary eyes in surprise, his mouth was slightly agape, his eyebrows were frowned, as he searched for the words to express his confusion, not wanting to get his hopes high. On the other hand, there wasn’t a multitude of people Michael could’ve made an alien prosthetic leg for.

Michael approached slowly with the leg in his hands, handing it to Alex once he was close enough. “I uh- I made you this.” he said, clearing his throat, while Alex was examining the leg, “It’ uh, lighter than the one you have now, but it’s also more resistant and, well, you could really bludgeon someone with it, if uh - if you wanted to.”

Alex kept looking at the leg, not saying anything, which Michael interpreted as him not being interested. “You don’t have to take it, if you don’t like it. I also made you this,” he rushed out, taking a braided leather cuff with a piece of alien glass as a stamp and handing it sheepishly to Alex, who was looking at him, with the same teary look he had for the past few minutes. Michael took a deep breath and sat back down, “Look,” he breathed out, “what I’m trying to say, Alex, is I’ve got your back, okay? I’ll build you whatever you need, I’ll go wherever you want me to, I’ll - I care about you.”

As Alex opened his mouth to say something, Michael raised his hand to interrupt, and continued, “And I’m the son of a literal dictator whose powers I’ve inherited. I can defend myself. And I know that you wanna protect me - I do too - but maybe we could, I don’t know, protect each other by being there?”

Alex, whose tears were now running free on his face, bent down to take his right shoe off, under Michael’s curious gaze, who could also feel tears running down his cheeks. Alex raised his trousers and took off his prosthetic, before grabbing the alien one and putting it on. He knew the size would fit, knew that Michael had worked hard on it, had probably had the idea of making him a new leg from the moment they met again, in front of that same airstream, under completely different circumstances.

They had gone a long way from that day, and they still had some more to do, but Michael was right. Maybe this time, they could be there, together, to take that new road, to protect and take care of each other, together. Before standing up, Alex attached the bracelet Michael had made around his left wrist, admiring the colors of the alien glass under the desert sun.

Alex stayed at the junkyard for some more time, until his alarm rang, informing him that he should head back to the Lockhart machine. Taking a deep breath, he turned to Michael, asking him if he wanted to come with, and together they drove to the farm, down a road they had both taken together once, but this time Alex wasn’t bleeding out.

After that day, Alex still went to the VA in Albuquerque for meds prescriptions and physical therapy once in a while, but all the repairs that needed to be done for his prosthetic, all the improvements, were done by Michael, in his lair, under Alex’s curious gaze, who wanted to know everything about Michael’s ideas.

After all his gifts, Michael found that he still had some alien glass laying around in his bunker. So he decided to turn it all into little rings, wanting to distinguish as much as he could from the weaponizing of the alien glass, like Jones had. Eventually, all of little friend group, all of his people, owned a ring.

And when the day came, when the fight with Jones reached its last stretch, Michael was ready. He didn’t have an alien sword like Jones had, but he had something much more. A group of people, by his side, all sharing his strength through the little alien gifts. His people, his family.

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Too tall part 2

Raph x tall! Fem! Reader

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So here we are again lol I liked writing it so here’s part two!

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“Yeah he was a douchebag.” You agreed, tapping the seat nervously. Sure you were glad to have conversation but it didn’t need to be any info dumping. Quickly, you turned the conversation back around to him. “You kept calling yourself a monster earlier. Do you guys get called that a lot?”

You could easily see the nervous expression on his face shift to something more... bitter.

“You could say that.” He grunted.

Immediately you felt bad. It makes sense that he’s get called that. To be honest, the word ran through your head when he and his brother fell from the roof. But to call someone that to their face? That’s cold.

You straightened up, desperate to fix what you’d said. “I personally don’t see it. Well, other than you guys breaking my phone that is.”

He looked up at you with a glare, only for it to melt slightly when he noticed the grin on your face.

“Who knows, maybe that perv was on his way back with a few friends and you guys dropping down was exactly what I needed to get rid of him.” You shrugged, watching his golden eyes intently. Sure you just met him but you needed him to have the right impression, even if you might not see him again.

“Maybe.” Was all he offered.

Well, maybe sitting in the quiet was better. Running your mouth might have the wrong effect.

“Got a pretty good punch.” He commented after a moment of silence. He wasn’t sure what else he should say but he didn’t exactly want the conversation to die... purely because it would be awkward. “You...uh... you box at all?”

You examined the hand he’d previously wrapped, grateful you weren’t the only one talking. “No just had to learn to beat up guys when they messed with my friends. I’d like to in the future though.” You cleared your throat nervously. “Do you? Do you box?”

He nodded. “Yeah, a bit.”

You nodded as well. “Very cool.”

The conversation began to dwindle again so he picked it back up.

“If ya’d like... I could show ya a few moves.” He immediately regretted offering the moment he spoke. He.... he couldn’t help it! What was wrong with him? You’d said a few words he’d never heard before! That was it! And... well, you also cracked a few jokes with him... denied him being a monster... hell you even apologized to him. Apologies weren’t things he got often. “If ya ever in need ‘a course.” He covered himself quickly. “Got lots a spare time an’ a punchin’ bag.”

You blinked in surprise. A giant, mutant, teenage turtle... was offering you boxing lessons?

Raph mentally kicked himself for saying that. “Neva’ mind ya probably got other places to be-.”

“I’d like that.” You sat up a bit. “It’s not everyday that I get offered a boxing lesson by a mutant hero.”

The term ‘mutant hero’ threw him off. He was used to ‘monster’ or simply being referred to as ‘giant turtle’. But ‘mutant hero’? That was a title he could get behind.

“Can’t have ya goin’ around breakin’ the skin on your knuckles again.” He clarified quickly, gaining a bit of confidence back. “An’ I noticed that ya had your thumb in your fist when ya hit the guy. Coulda broken it.”

You snorted. “Yeah I wasn’t exactly thinking about that when he attacked me.”

“Impressive though.” He commented. “Thought we’d have to jump in an’ save ya.”

“Instead you jumped in after I did all the hard work and broke my phone.” You raised an eyebrow jokingly.

He looked down in embarrassment. “Yeah you can blame Mikey for that. Dumbass wanted to make bets about how long it would take for you to take the guy down.”

You flushed a bit at the thought of them watching you take your rage out on the creep. “I don’t really know what to say to that.”

He nodded, not really knowing what to say either. He was new to the whole conversation thing. Usually Mikey or Leo carried the conversations.

“Well looks like you’re all good.” He leaned back once he finished wrapping your hands. “Guess you can get your phone and we’ll get outta your hair.”

You stood up, backing up a bit when he did to. Man he really towered over people. “Well, except when I come back for that boxing lesson.”

He was surprised to be honest. You really wanted to come back?

You pointed your finger at him jokingly. “I’m holding you to it. You offered and there’s no backing out now.”

“Yeah... sounds like a plan.”

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It was a plan indeed.

In fact, it became the plan for almost every afternoon.

You brought over your homework to finish up (with Donnie insisting he could help), chatted a bit with Splinter (he loved having new company), finally got to the boxing lesson (your favorite part), and then played video games with Mikey to cool down.

You had to admit, you were nervous the first few times you came over. They were to. You, of course, cracked many nervous jokes and accidentally made far too many cookies on your first trip back. You were excited and scared! Food was then way to peoples hearts right? They seemed nice and this was a once in a lifetime opportunity to make out of the ordinary friends.

They’d definitely been surprised when you showed up with about 3 tons of chocolate chip cookies but they were teenagers; it was eaten within the hour.

In your opinion it helped you break the ice. It was hard enough to find things in common when they’re completely different species! Cookies had become the common ground.

Being different species wasn’t the only thing. They were HUGE! For once you were the shortest out of everyone in the room.

Well, until you met April.

She’d been talked up so much that you couldn’t wait to meet the girl that helped them save New York.

She barely went to your shoulder.

But you two got along. Sure she was an adult and it was a bit awkward that she was smaller than you, but you managed. In fact you even liked having someone smaller than you around when you were with them. It made you feel more... normal.

“I was a bit awkward the first time I came here to.” She admitted as you two sat on the couch. You two were supposed to be trying to figure out calculus but it was fruitless. “They’re just so... huge!”

You nodded as you erased your work. “Yeah, I’m used to being the tall one. But now it’s like I’m gonna get stepped on!”

“Well you’re pretty tall yourself.” She waved it off. “Does that ever give you any trouble?”

You set down you pencil with a sigh. “A bit. It’s... hard to find a guy that will like all 6 feet and 4 inches of me.”

April shook her head. “Psh. Men. What do they know.”

“Absolutely Nothing.” You grinned. “The only thing they know is that they like small girls.”

“Eh, I can think of a few guys that like tall girls.” She hinted slightly, disappointed when you didn’t seem to notice. “You’d just have to... branch out.”

You shrugged and leaned back on the couch. “I’ve tried that.”

“Maybe you just need a different... angle.” She held up her hands to fully frame your face. “Maybe there’s a reaaaaally tall guy out there for you. Someone who won’t care that you’re 6 foot 4 inches.”

You snorted, wrinkling your nose at her. “Yeah, let me know when a seven foot guy shows up in New York. Preferably, he has to be my age, and my type.”

Just then, Raph walked into the room. “Done chattin’ it up or are ya gonna go for another hour?”

You jumped. “What in the hot tater tots, dude!” You put your hand over your beating chest as if that would calm your heart down. “I get that you’re a ninja but come on! You’re gonna give me a heart attack showing up out of nowhere like that!

“Ya gonna box or what?” He rolled his eyes, mentally facepalming himself.

You weren’t like his brothers.

You weren’t even like him.

He had to be more careful. But he wouldn’t make it obvious of course. Stealth was clearly his thing.

You rolled your eyes right back at him, grateful that he was at a point where he felt he could joke with you. “Can you let my soul return to my body first?”

He frowned, unsure of what that meant. “Uhh... you okay?”

You jumped up off the couch, breath finally caught. “Alright I’m good. I’d rather get another lesson in then have to deal with calculus anymore.” You kicked your notebook a bit.

“You could... I don’t know... get Donnie to help ya with it?” He offered half heartedly.

You shook your head. “Nah, I’d rather do boxing with you.” You patted his arm as you passed him on your way to the training area. “Let’s go!”

His face flushed immediately.

Shit.

April raised an eyebrow from the couch. “Damn. You got it bad don’t you?”

Double shit.

He glared at her as the blush on his face grew hotter. “Shut up. Don’t know what the hell youre talkin’ about.”

She pursed her lips and tried not to laugh. “Of course. Just can’t help but notice that you never offered me any boxing lessons. Strange.”

He turned before he could get anymore embarrassed. “I don’t know what you’re on but you’re dead wrong.” And with that, he left.

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“So these are your katanas?” You asked leo curiously, holding the weapons as gentle as possible. He’d let you look at them while you waited for Raph to show up. Never did you think he’d let you actually touch the blades.

He did, however, stand cautiously next to you. “Yeah, Master splinter gave them to me. Wanna see a few moves?”

You nodded eagerly. “Maybe when I’m actually good at boxing you can teach me some as well.”

You watched as he swing the blades with ease, talking you through each move and it’s purpose.

“Mikey, I’m NOT using my tech to fit every cheese and meat in the world into one pizza!” Donnie stated firmly, walking in with his younger brother right on his tail.

“Why not?” He begged. “It would be genius! We could offer it to the world! Give it our blessing!”

“The world wouldn’t take it from us.” Donnie rolled his eyes.

“Then we give it to Y/n in our honor!” He gestured to you. “She could give our gift to the world.”

“The world don’t want no gift of ours.” Raph commented, finally walking in.

You perked up immediately, altho you were unsure why.

“That’s why we label it as y/n’s” Mikey protested.

“I’m not gonna argue with you about this!” Donnie brushes past him and you.

“Then just say yes!” Mikey exclaimed, accidentally shouldering you.

Now these guys are pretty big. When they shoulder someone, they really move them out of the way.

And unfortunately, out of the way was closer to where Leo was practicing with his katanas.

“Shit!” You hissed quickly when you realized how close you were.

You’d have been chopped up into finely slice pieces if not for the arms that wrapped around you and moved you away quickly. Your feet left the floor before you could even realize what was going on. All you could feel was your back pressed against something solid and hands at your waist.

“Mikey watch where you’re goin’!” Raph shouted, setting you down gently.

“Sorry bro!” He called over his shoulder.

You took a deep breath and squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to stumble when your feet touched the floor. “Wow, that was a little too close for my liking.”

“Ya good there, short stuff?

At this, your eyes flew open. “Short stuff? Excuse me?”

He saw absolutely no problem with the name. “What?”

You placed your hands at your hips. “Never, in all my years, have I been called short stuff.”

He snorted. “Get used to it. Around here, you ARE short stuff.”

You narrowed your eyes at him as he prepared the boxing gloves. How was he so casual about this?? You were never talked to like that! “If I were in the human world, I’d be treated with respect because I tower over all the underlings.” You attempted to joke to cover up your surprise.

He found your reaction... amusing. You reacted better than he thought you would actually. “Well you’re the only underling here, SHORT STUFF.”

You tensed, so very very VERY unused to nicknames. “Come on, you can’t make an exception for human standards of height?”

You didn’t hate it, you just hated that it caught you off guard. Being off guard was the last thing you wanted.

“Nope.” He tossed you a pair of boxing gloves. “Now let’s get to it.”

———-

Why did that name make you feel so... giddy? You couldn’t help but play that scene over and over in your head as you sat at the lunch table with your friends. Was this how all your friends felt when they got called stuff like that? Was this what you’d been missing out on?

And you’d never been picked up before. Not like all the other girls in your grade had.

It was strange... and you liked it.

“Hey, again, I’m sorry about what happened.” Your friend apologized. “I know it’s been a month already but it’s clearly eating you up!” She took your hand understandingly. “I know that whenever this happens you lock yourself away but I’m here for you.”

You snapped back to the land of the living. “Oh! Actually... I’ve been fine!” It was almost like you hadn’t had time to be sad about what happened when that guy stood you up. Like other stuff took his place in your head.

She frowned at you. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, a smile creeping on to your face. “Positive.”

She gasped suddenly. “Oh my goodness. You met someone didn’t you?!” She shook your arm before you could answer. “Don’t deny it! Who are they? What’s their name??”

You shook her off. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But your blushing face said otherwise.

“I don’t believe you.” She pursed her lips. “Can I just have a name? Does he go to our school?”

You snorted. “Dude, I don’t like him. He’s just a friend I’ve been talking to lately. He’s been giving me boxing lessons-.”

“Oh my goodness you two are basically married now.”

“Wait what?”

“Personal lessons? Girl he’s got it bad!”

Her words stuck with you the whole day. Even when you walked into the lair that afternoon. They spun in circles like a loop, playing over and over.

Psh you didn’t have feelings for Raph!

No way.

And he had a bad for you? No. No, your friend just misread the whole situation.

Just friends, as you’d been for the past month or so.

But the moment you walked in and saw him... you weren’t too sure.

He glanced up at you and then back at his phone. “Hey, you’re here early.”

You shrugged, setting your bag down. “Didn’t feel like heading home right away.”

“Donnies in his lab area if you’re gonna do more a’ that math shit.” He offered, eyes not leaving his phone screen.

“Actually I don’t have any homework today.” You started slowly. “And if you’re not busy...” you waited to see if he would catch on. You continued when he didn’t, “then could we skip ahead to the boxing?”

Now he looked up. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

He attempted to cover his reaction. “I mean, yeah I got time I guess.”

“Alright, then let’s get some water and get started?”

“Sounds good to me.”

Mikey, Leo, and master splinter were all in the kitchen.

“Hey didn’t hear ya come in!” Mikey grinned, patting your shoulder.

You jolted at the strength he put behind it, unready.

“Ay watch it.” Raph ordered, guiding you slightly away from Mikey.

It was just that he didn’t want Mikey to hit you too hard. Because... then you’d give up boxing too soon for the day. And then he’d have nothing else to do.

“It’s fine.” You waved him off, flushing a bit as you uncapped your water bottle. “Can I get through guys?”

Unfortunately Leo and Raph had started an arguement about the way Raph handled Mikeys action and now no one was really letting you get to the sink.

“Fine I’ll do it myself.” You tried to go around Raph, and succeeded. He backed away immediately when he saw that you had moved. But getting around Leo and Mikey? Not so successful.

With Leo’s strictness turned to Mikey, the two began arguing.

You tried to dodge them but Mikey took a step back.

“Oh my goodness your brothers aren’t making this easy.” You complained to Raph.

“Tell me about it.” He rolled his eyes. Suddenly.. he got an idea. “C’mon short stuff.” He grabbed you and set you on his shoulders so you wouldn’t get squished by one of his idiot brothers.

“Holy shit!” You squeaked suddenly. Now it was you that towered above everyone else. “Should I get used to you grabbing me randomly or is this only a temporary thing?” You held onto his shell as he shouldered past his brothers.

“Possibly.” He shrugged, “but it’s funnier if ya don’t.”

You hit his shoulder. “So you’re doing this for FUN??”

“That, and you gettin’ hit by Leo or Mikey would be an inconvenience.”

Wow where was all this joking coming from?

“Then I guess I gotta stop reacting.”

————

From then on it was a contest.

He would move you randomly out of the way and you’d do your best not to react.

You never did get used to it but he didn’t need to know that.

He never gave you any warnings either, which didn’t help.

You’d be standing in the tv area and he’d pick you up and move you out of his way, smirking while he walked by if he got a reaction.

You had fun with it though. It was fun... and you enjoyed having something like that in your friendship.

You flopped down on your couch after your hard day at school. Today you had no boxing lesson planned and only a few chapters to read. You WERE planning on relaxing by yourself but...

Mikey sent you a message.

Shreks_love_child: hey are you planning on coming over?

You frowned at it. Didn’t he know you had the day off?

You: I’m just going to relax at home today

Shreks_love_child: could you do that another day and come over? Raph’s in a mood

You: why would me coming over help anything? And why is he in a mood?

Shreks_love_child: no reason. He just doesn’t yell as much when you’re around

That wasn’t true... was it?

With a bit of thought, you responded back.

You: fine I’ll be there in a bit. But you better give me a better explanation when I get there. AND you owe me

“Mom I’m headed to my friends house!” You shouted, slipping on your shoes and heading out there door before she could make you do something like doing the dishes before you left.

You walked down the street, enjoying the scenery.

Why would Raph be in a mood?

And why would you being there make it better?

Well Mikey better have a good reason.

Just as you were about to come upon the sewer lid that lead you to their home, you recognized a person walking your way...

...the same guy that had stood you up.

His eyes widened when he seemed to recognize you to. “Hey, Y/n!” He shouted.

Nope.

Nope nope nope.

You began walking faster, turning the corner and heading towards the lid quickly. You had to act fast. You absolutely did NOT want to get caught face to face with him.

You lowered yourself and placed to too heavy lid over yourself as fast as possible, moments before he turned the corner.

You let out a sigh of relief.

Dumbass. Why has he wanted to talk? He made it clear how he felt and what he thought.

Whatever. You didn’t need to think about him now.

You could already hear the sound of shouting.

“Mikey I told ya not to touch it! It’s not finished and ya coulda broken it!”

You made your way down the ladder and through the tunnels quickly. From the sounds of it, Mikey was close to being murdered.

“I’m sorry! You left it on the counter dude! I didn’t know what it was!”

You rounded the next corner, coming face to face with two defensive turtle boys. Raph held a small object protectively in his hands and his brother backed away.

“That don’t mean ya gotta mess with it!”

“I already apologized bro!”

“Apologies are shit! Ya got pizza sauce all over it!”

You cleared your throat, letting yourself be known.

Both of them turned to you immediately.

Relief washed over mikeys face. “Hey! It’s y/n! Whatcha doin’ here angel cakes?” He rushed over quickly, practically standing behind you to protect himself from his older brother. “Today was your day off! Huh. Well now you’re here, right?”

You rolled your eyes at him, moving your attention to Raph.

His whole demeanor had changed. He no longer looked ready to kill. Instead he stood up straighter and held whatever the object was behind his back. “Why ya here?” He asked with a frown. “Today was the day off.”

You decided to not give Mikey an even harder time than he was having and not rat him out. “Thought maybe I’d just hang out with you guys if that’s okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah I’m cool with it.” He narrowed his eyes at Mikey as if he suspected what he’d done. Unfortunately he couldn’t hurt him in front of you so he turned his attention away from his younger brother.

“Cool cool.” You nodded as well. “Wanna watch a movie or something?” You leaned closer a bit to see what he had in his hands.

“Yeah, just let me go get my... my phone from my room.” He closed his fist over the object and moved aside.

“Whatcha hiding?” You raised a brow at him. “Candy?”

“Not hiding anything.”

You followed him to his room with a smirk. “If it’s candy you gotta share.”

“Nope. Not candy.” His face darkened as he grew embarrassed about the possibility of being caught before it was ready. “Just go wait on the couch.”

You rolled your eyes and held up your hands in surrender. “Fine. But I hope the shame of candy hoarding follows you forever.” You turned on your heel and walked to the couch.

Just as you sat down, your phone buzzed.

Hey, I just wanted to apologize for what happened. Are we good?

The absolute audacity. That guy ignored you for practically five months! And now he was apologizing? And he wasn’t even giving you a good reason??

You wrinkled your nose at the screen as if it were his face.

It was a stupid idea I just wasn’t ready for anything serious

You shut your phone off and tried to swallow the temptation of throwing it at the wall.

You know it’s rude to ignore people right?

The phone hit the brick wall with a thud.

It had an otter box case it was fine.

You took a deep breath and held your face in your hands, elbows resting on your knees.

“You good, short stuff?”

You groaned into your hands. “Just let me die.”

Raph frowned, unsure of what to say. One moment you were excited and bugging him. Now you looked like someone stole your dog.

“Somethin’ wrong?”

You sat up furiously. “Yeah this dipshit guy keeps texting me!” You paced the room, snatching up your phone as you went. “He stood me up the night I first met you guys and now he wants to talk?? And he’s calling me rude for not responding!” You shook your phone angrily. “Either I’m gonna die or he is!”

“The douchebag?” Raph attempted to clarify. “Ya still got his number?”

“I didn’t have time to delete it.” You admitted. “I got so caught up with you guys! And then he tried to talk to me on the way here!” You sat down beside him with a huff. “Fighting crime is your thing right? You think it’s justified if I run to his house and kill him? Would you stop me?”

“Wouldn’t try very hard.” He huffed. “He’s a dipshit. Don’t see what’s right in front a’ him.”

Crap out of room. To be continued!

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