#Mikey misery

[stickynotelovers-art]

Congrats on your new Wacom! Hope you enjoy using it. :D If you're taking requests, how about Mikey cooking something?

This is actually a tablet I've had for 6 years, lol. I have a new desk though and the layout I have set up is way different than my previous desk and I just need to get used to it. Plus going back to an older tablet where I'm not drawing on the same surface I also look at is a strange "relearning how to ride a bike" feeling.

It turned into some lineart practice and a silly comic instead of the handful of sketches I was originally planning because I had to reinstall my drivers and also came to the realization that drawing on a handheld tablet screen vs a normal drawing tablet is a completely different feeling.

#my art #fanart #rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt splinter #all i can imaging is mikey putting the fear of god into them and then immediately bursting into tears and calling them stuff like dumdums #and poopyheads like 6 year old whiny type of crying and name calling #april would be messaged and just be laughing at their misery and telling them they derserve his scorn with mikey curled up in her lap #cartoon

[last-hourglass]

FINALLY, THE LAST HOURGLASS FUTURE MIKEY TIME LOOP FIC HAS ARRIVED!!!

Thanks to the cruel machinations of the Krang, Michelangelo loses two big brothers at once; one to corruption, and one to grief. It just takes one of them a little longer to catch up to his twin, but he always follows. Always. Mikey knows this, because he has lived too many versions of Donnie and Leo's deaths to keep track anymore.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #Last Hourglass #The Ties That Rewind #lh future mikey time loop fic #rottmnt fanfic #rottmnt art #my art #rottmnt mikey #TEN THOUSAND GLORIOUS FIRST CHAPTER WORDS #ALL FOR YOU MY BESTIES #do you want pain? do you want misery? #do you want Mikey experiencing Situations? #WELL POP ON OVER LEAVE A COMMENT CHILL OUT RELAX #ITS ONLY FUN TIMES OVER HERE

[turtleblogatlast]

Before asking this question I must say that I literally read everything I could find about your prisoner!leo au and I just love it so much it’s hard to explain, it’s the perfect mix between angst and comedy and I really hope you’ll keep posting content about it in the future (even if you don’t it’s fine, I’m not forcing you-)

Now

You said that the first time that Leo cries after he come back from the prison dimension is when he puked after eating something

Did anybody see him cry? What happened then?

(I hope everything is understandable, English isn’t my first language 😭)

[ cw: vomit mention / ]

Aaa thank you!!! I promise I’ll absolutely return to my boy eventually, just struggling with the next part amongst busy-ness in general 😭 but thank you, I’m glad you’re liking the AU thus far!

As for your question - yes, his family saw. They wanted to give him something to eat, wanted him to feel at home, but unfortunately for everyone the feeling was just so foreign and uncomfortable that Leo couldn’t keep it down.

As for why he cried, it’s because, in my opinion, there’s few things that make someone feel as much shame and misery all at once than vomiting. To do so in front of his family and show a blatant weakness, after masking for so long, after wanting things to be okay, after feeling humiliation and losing what little face he thought he’d lost…

Above all, after feeling vulnerable to that degree, it’s no shock that he’d finally break.

He runs off after that, of course. Has to fix his face back up, return with a smile and a “ough, boy, wow that was gross lmao anyway wanna go skateboard?”

The fam learns pretty quick that pushing him like this just leads to more deflections and the like, so they’re forced to lay the matter to rest, for now.

#p!l au ask #I wanna return to this ngl #*stares at my wip* #Mikey in particular is in shambles over this because food is a love language for him #something that he loves to do and loves to share even more #to have it cause his long lost brother so much misery is agonizing for him

[turrondeluxe]

immediately coming to scream in your inbox because LAST RONIN!!!!!!!!!! THE CANDLES!!!!! AHHH!!!!!!

SCRATCHING AT THE WALLS

THE CANDLES AND THE WAY THEY ALL GET SNUFFED OUT UNTIL THERE'S ONLY ONE LEFT WHO CONTINUES BURNING

#AUAUAGAHAHAGA #SPINNING AROUND WITH YOU #THE CANDLES WERE SUCH A CLEVER WAY TO REPRESENT THE BROTHERS AND THEIR DEATH AUAGAGAA #SHAKING SHAKING. #the donnie one hurt me the most because his candle goes off abruptly with that last arrow landing. #in comparison to leos and raph that dont feel as abruptly as his....ooh the misery #MIKEY IS LEFT ALONE... IM UNWELL #ask

[ruizpizzaria]

I'm having way too much fun posing them

ahahah funny turtles

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt leo #tmnt mikey #tmnt raph #tmnt donnie #tmnt figures #toys #action figures #t pose #anguish and sorrow #misery #tmnt mutant mayhem #mutant mayhem

[troubleshade]

Day 22 of practicing the Rise boys. The prompt word is „Black“

Used another scene as a reference. Enjoy-

#risetober 2022 #risetober #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt fanart #finger guns to everyone who know the reference #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #I’m in misery #there ain’t nobody who can comfort me #send help #rise mikey #rise leo #rise donnie #rise raph #tmnt #black #rise of tmnt #Codeword Owari

[turtle-trash]

So this is basically what the tags look like for my two favorite turtles right

[dni bc I don’t trust tmnt fans. Sorry bowser fans </3]

#main tagging bc fuck you [light hearted] #super mario bros #tmnt #king bowser #mikey tmnt #ask to tag bc it’s the misery cpr meme #n e ways it’s been a bit since I drew bowser so sorry if he’s off

[appreciatingtokrev]

two of my fav character dynamics rn are "hurt x hurt, they neither make eachother worse nor better and nothing happens bc they don’t put the effort into it" and "hurt x hurt, they neither make eachother worse nor better but they both heal alongside eachother bc they do put the effort into it"

#hurt x hurt. they both see The Person They Love(d) in eachother and cope by projecting #honorable mention is #that one is already so good if one of them is projecting but if it’s both.. mhmm #then we just have koko x mikey lol. or kakucho x mikey (one of my personal favs) #i mean c’mon #mikey literally fucking looks like izana you can’t tell me kakucho doesn’t project him onto the other #and mikey projecting draken onto kakucho? yes #same with kokonoi projecting inupi onto mikey. or maybe they just find comfort in the misery that the ones they love are lovers now #draken and inupi i mean. obviously #anyways hurt x hurt who heal is any combination of kakucho kokonoi and kazutora #i’m a little insane about those three atm. hope that explains #it’s just. characters who’s name starts with k.... hhh #and i choose to believe that they all have the same but very different issues with the same but very different response #idk how to explain but it makes sense okay #the kazu/koko hurt/comfort fic i’m writing rn helps explaining it lol #i just think they’d find comfort in eachother. they can vent to eachother without judgement and p much be eachothers therapist #bc i am convinced they both refuse to see one #also i obv had to sprinkle the (platonic for this one. actually) tension between kazufuyu into the fic bc. yeah #and then chifuyu took the wheel kazutora mentioned baji and suddenly it’s not just a sprinkle anymore but a whole subplot. welp. it happens #sorry for the shameless promotion (again) of my unpublished fic. i’m really proud of the parts i’ve written yet okay #and they deserve content #they deserve the world actually but yk #can’t give them everything at once now can i #kakucho too. he also deserves the world #i am so insane about fictional men help #tokyo revengers #tokrev

[night-city-netrunner]

Draken's death meant nothing.

The person fighting against Takemichi this whole time was Mikey himself.

Hina's death, Emma's death. You can't tell me he didn't know. Mikey should have been left to fall off that building. Takemichi should never have gone back.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers spoilers #tokyorev #tokyo revengers manga #i am so angry #he chose kisaki? #he chose darkness #and hate #and misery #Mikey isn't just weak #hes a coward #I'm so fucking angry

[traumxrei-archive]

wow your anon got a p cute Twst dream. The only one I rmbr having is Rook was stalking me and I complained to Trey about it…el oh el

(twst dream ask)

AJFKSDJFKF MIKEY ??? HELLO ???????? WHAT THE HELL WAS THE LITTLE BLOND FRENCHMAN DOING IN YOUR DREAMS I CANNNTTT JSFKDFK

also i love how you went to the Resident Dad to complain abt it :'))) he's probably gonna go talk to vil abt it n they can have a restraining order in place for you against rook sjfdkfj and hEY maybe rook just wants to be your friendddd

#/trau replies #/jutsuzuban #/moots <3 #mIKEy!! #can't believe that you've got rook terrorizing your dreams #that is so fucken funny tho #i'm sorry for laughing at your misery

[murdrdocs]

mike ,,,, thoughts ,,,,…,…,.,… hes kinda shy and it often comes off to others like he’s being cold or uncaring but you know he just gets nervous to say or do the wrong things so he prefers to be a quiet person

anyway rubbing him through his pants …. you’re watching a movie together and you just slip your hand between his thighs and slooowly rub up and down his length and he’s glancing down and glancing back at you because he’s too respectful to say anything about it and too shy to take it further and he’s trying to subtly cross his legs and hide the fact he’s so hard and biting his lip to choke back his whimpers and—

oh this made me dizzy when i first saw it 😵‍💫 SMUT 17+

in the time that you’ve been dating, you’d constantly encouraged him to speak up, forcing him to give a ‘controversial’ opinion on a food item just for the sake of it. he’d always seemed a little uncomfortable during the moment, but nights later he’d purpose something, inciting an impressed smile on your face while you engaged in conversation.

with mike, though, actions always spoke louder than words. he’s not the best verbal communicator, choosing to speak with his body instead. he would do something miles before he would say it.

hence why you know his squirming beside you is less the cause of discomfort and more so because he wants you to do something. he’s crossing his legs only to uncross them a few moments later. he’s scooting further away, then closer, and then ending up in the position he’d started in. he’s clearing his throat and coughing and sending not so subtle glances your way.

and truthfully you’re putting him out of his misery whenever you slide your hand over his thigh, palm grazing the textured fabric of his deep blue jeans.

the movie is reaching its end on the boxed screen a few feet in front of you, but you’d seen it so often that you can tell the scene just from the noises alone. mike, on the other hand, still seems to be a bit interested. that or his shy demeanor is preventing him from looking at you fully.

either way, you know what he wants, further confirmation coming in the form of mike bucking up into your hand whenever you spread your palm flat over his tented crotch. he sighs audibly whenever you curl your hand into half of a fist, groping him through the double layers.

you glance from your hand to him, sending a tiny smile whenever you catch his eye. you abandon the starts of your work only to unbutton and unzip his jeans, scratching at his happy trail when you use one hand to pull the elastic of his boxers down, and the other to free his cock from the restraints.

you receive assistance, too, mike pushing his boxers and jeans down to his mid thigh. then, he sits back and bites his lower lip as he watches you take him from the base in your fist.

it’s rough, too much friction and no lubricant.

yet mike still throws his head back and you swear you hear a little “thank you” slip past his bitten lips.

either way, you take your hand away only to lewdly spit in it, bring it back to his erect and leaking cock, and smile at him sweetly as you say, “you’re welcome, mikey”.

#mschmidtsworld! #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt #celeste writes fnaf

[last-hourglass]

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 Time loop fic!

HEEHEHEHEHEHOOHOHOHOHO

OHHHHH THE TIME LOOP FIC, TIME LOOP FIC MY BELOATHED

I am actively working on chapter 2 as we speak so I don't wanna get into too much spoiler territory for that because it should be posted... hopefully within the next day or so? If I'm lucky?

Since you didn't have a specific question I guess I'll just word vomit some Thonks

this was originally supposed to be a oneshot, yes everyone point and laugh at the dumbass who thought he could fit what has become 5 chapters worth of Pain into a mere oneshot

f!Raph was 22 when she died and never met Casey Jr

the order of songs on the Spotify playlist accurately corresponds to the emotional and thematic beats of the fic

unlike the main fic where I am primarily Winging It, the five chapters of the time loop fic are very concretely figured out, I know exactly what plot beats to hit in every chapter (although I keep figuring out new ""fun"" little details as i just mindlessly jot down notes at work)

speaking of notes, i have two notebooks i write notes down in at work and the MAJORITY of said notebooks are full of Last Hourglass/time loop notes skjhdgskjhgkj I have a Problem okay

the tags are there for a reason, the first and last chapters of the fic are by far the most tame, chapters 2, 3, and 4 are MONSTROUS in terms of what i put these characters through

I cannot stress enough that for those of y'all who are reading the main fic and the time loop fic, DO NOT JUDGE LH!LEON BY THE ACTIONS OF HIS TIME LOOP SELVES. PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU HE DOES SOME FUCKED UP SHIT IN THAT FIC BUT THAT IS NOT WHAT OUR MAIN TIMELINE LEON IS LIKE. HE NEVER EXPERIENCED THE LOOPS AND DOESN'T EVEN KNOW THEY EVER HAPPENED.

(buuuut there are other characters who do know the loop happened ;) in fact f!Leo is the only one of the future ghost fam who doesn't know a loop happened and no I will not clarify why that's the case at this time)

Peepaw Angelo reaaaaallly needs therapy. like. jesus christ. why have i done this to him. someone take this power away from my evil evil hands

aaand lil bonus time loop thonk: Gram Gram <3

#last hourglass #answered asks #kiaxet #the ties that rewind #lh future mikey time loop fic #im so normal about these blorbos #and all the misery im putting them through

[b0nten]

HOW ARE BABIES MADE?

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ ran, rindou, sanzu, takeomi, kakucho, mikey and izana being asked by their children how babies are made.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ reader is implied to be fem, reader is called “mother”, “mommy” etc. this was so fun to write!!! thank you anon for requesting <3 also, i used tenjiku&bonten characters but everything’s taking place in the final timeline.

RAN is definitely the type to try to explain the entire thing, without any second thoughts whatsoever. He’d definitely hear the question, and open his mouth but before gets to say ‘sex’ he feels a book flat against his head. “what do you think you’re doing?” you whisper-yell from the kitchen, curry udon long forgotten on the stove. “explaining to your daughter how she spawned into the world?” he answers, dodging another decor item that you aimed toward him. upon asking, dramatically and over-exaggeratedly of course, so offended because he just doesn’t know what he was doing wrong, you just stare at him. “we agreed to tell her when she’s 14. she doesn’t even know boys have dicks and you want to explain the entirety of sex and how it goes to her? do you even know how it works?” he sighs, defeated, “let’s go eat, sweetheart, i think i made mommy a lil mad.” he says, picking up his daughter, “that last part was uncalled for, by the way.” “suck it up, mr. club owner. ”

meanwhile, RINDOU simply freezes: “daddy, how are babies made?” what? excuse him? oh my lord, he did not expect this to happen this early. why the hell is his five year old son asking him about coital activity, right when you’re not around? fuck him (himself), fuck this situation, fuck you for not being around right now (both figuratively and literally). “you see! when… uhm.. when two people love each other and they kiss, they make a baby!” he mentally face-palms for what the fuck he just said. “so you can’t kiss girls until you’re twenty-one, yeah?” finally, thankfully, his phone rings, and thank the heavens it’s you. “oh my god, y/n—” “rindou, what did i just hear on the baby cam?” “haha, my love! funny story!!!!”

SANZU just goes feral. he’s having a fucking anxiety attack or whatever so he just texts you while your daughter asks her daddy about how babies are made.

TAKEOMI plays it safe, using the infamous stork. “and it just comes flying?” “yeah, it carries a little basket with its beak and gives it to us!” he smiles, playing into his baby girl’s fantasy. “you sound just like my parents.” you smile and his gaze averts to yours, from his seat on the living room carpet. “well, your own stories inspired me, because, to be honest, i was about to shit myself.” “daddy!” the little one yells, stretching out her palm, “1000 yen!” and her father exasperates “god put me out of this misery of only being an atm, you’re just like your mother. ow! what’d i deserve that punch for?”

KAKUCHO handles it like a pro. “papa.” one of his little girls walks up to him, younger twin following her right behind. “yes, pretty girl?” he straightens his back and crouches down, still sitting on the couch. “how are babies made, papa?” the shyer one asks and his face drops for a split second. “i promise to tell you when you’re older, right now it’s classified information!” he jokes, and the girls giggle. “now… who wants to watch doraemon!!” he does the jazz hands and the twins jump into his lap. not long after, you sit down next to them. “if i didn’t know any better, i would have said you rehearsed those lines from the moment you were born.” you laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. he wraps an arm around you, chuckling, and kisses the crown of your head.

if there’s someone (who thinks they’re) escaping this question, it’s MIKEY. “ ‘tou-chan, how are babies made?” blond locks spin toward him, and the big eyes of his daughter look him up and down. “ ‘tou-chan?” she says again, a bit annoyed. mikey sacrifices the motorbike races he’s watching and looks back at her. “ask ‘kaa-chan, i’m not really good at biology.” he smiles when she jumps from her place and runs into your bedroom, where you’re blow-drying your hair. confident that he’s just dodged a bullet, manjiro returns to his priority — the tv. moments later you storm in, hair half wet, still in your bath robe with the kid in your arms, visibly furious. he knows he’s dodged a bullet but is about to get hit by a cannon.

IZANA is at the dining table doing some paper-work for tenjiku and you’re watching tv when your oldest marches into the kitchen, determined. “daddy.” the blond looks up, eyeing back at the spitting image of himself. “yes?” he answers, and you also look back to see what’s going on. slamming a big book on the table, the toddler points to the cover “how are babies made?” you burst out laughing and your husband snatches the book away, making you laugh hysterically. “where’d you find this?!” he questions, and his forehead is already soaked with sweat and he wants to bury himself into the ground. “your office.” he can’t believe his five year old son walked in there and just so happened to find this book: effective positions for baby-making. his cheeks redden and he scans the room to find you and request your help, but he’s greeted with the sight of you rolling around on the living room floor, trying to calm your laughter down. yay.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers x you #ran haitani x reader #haitani ran x reader #rindou haitani x reader #haitani rindou x reader #akashi takeomi x reader #takeomi akashi x reader #sanzu x reader #haruchiyo sanzu x reader #kakucho hitto x reader #kakucho x reader #mikey x reader #sano manjiro x reader #izana kurokawa x reader #kurokawa izana x reader #manjiro sano x reader #ran haitani scenarios #haitani ran scenarios #rindou haitani headcanons #ran haitani headcanons #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #sanzu haruchiyo fluff #izana headcanons #izana x reader fluff #izana fluff

[turrondeluxe]

When Miguel is working on an invention or makes a comment about science/engineering

Sometimes Mikey thinks that Donnie would have loved to have a lab-partner like him or that Raph and Leo would tease him for dating a nerd.

#/pos btw #oh the misery #mikey can hear the teasing of what could have been the teasing words of his brothers #they feel bittersweet #lasting romance #ask

[thebearer]

I can see Carmy loving when you cook for him, even if you’re not the greatest cook. You could make grilled cheese and tomato soup and he’d devour it

oh god non, i'm having big thoughts about this one.

it's close to mikey's death date, and carmy always gets a certain way. either he buries himself in work to the point he can barely breathe bc he doesn't want to think about it, or he just refuses to speak to anyone. just recluses himself to be in his own misery and depression.

this year was the latter.

carmy had called out of work- well, not called out. he just didn't show up, which was unusual. you'd texted richie that morning and he understood entirely. the bear was successful, he was making mikey's dream a reality, and still, it hit him hard this year. he stayed in bed, just rolled on the side to look out the window, watching the rain pour down over the city.

carmy wasn't great with words, truly. he struggled to tell you how he felt, find the right things to say, so he would always bring you food as an apology or a way to show you he loved you. you recognized the gesture as an act of love, one that was constant. making your favorite meals, cooking for you in a celebratory way, "i made that recipe you sent me", or when you were sick. it was his love language, what he loved to do and what he was certain in.

you, while you were far from skilled the way carmen was, wanted to show how much he meant to you back. you knew he wouldn't want to talk, he would talk to you if he wanted, but you didn't want him to feel so alone. so you made the one thing you knew to make- a grilled cheese and tomato soup.

it was juvenile, a little silly. you used the sour dough bread and the three layers of cheese- a far cry from the white and american you always made before carmy- and heated up a campbell's soup on the stove, adding your own spices to try and spruce it like carmy would. it wasn't great, you knew that, not close to what he could make, but you put it on a tray anyways, making your way to your shared bedroom.

"carmy," you called softly, peeking into the still dark room, illuminated only by the grey skies spilling in from the window.

he rolled over, dull, blue eyes meeting yours in a half lidded, sullen expression. your heart fell. "i, uh, i made you some lunch, baby." you hummed, moving closer, the spoon rattling against the bowl.

carmen sat up slowly, looking at the contents on the tray carefully. you rolled your lip under your teeth. "it's, uh, it's not like fancy or anything." you said quickly. "it's just... when i used to feel bad, i-i would always make this and, um, i just thought you might like it too. or-or it might help but-"

"-thank you." carmen's eyes shined, looking up at you sweetly. "this is... it looks great." he swallowed around the lump in his throat, thick with emotion.

you beamed, looking down at your feet. "thanks. it's nothing, really. i just thought you'd want something." you muttered, running a hand over his greasy curls. "i'll, uh, i'm gonna finish the laundry but i'll-"

"stay with me." carmen looked up at you, eyes rounding so sweetly how could you possibly say no? "please?"

so you did. sitting next to him in the bed, stealing nibbles of the grilled cheese, muttering sweetly next to him. was it the best? to you, no. it needed more flavor and was not even comparable to anything carmen made. but to him? it was perfect. the best meal on earth. he'd eat it every single fucking day if he could because it came from you.

#carmen berzatto #thebearer #thebearerblurbs #carmen berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto fic #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader

[geralts-yenn]

Fakin' it

summary: To win back your ex-boyfriend, you decide to fake date your best friend. What could go wrong? 

warnings: vaginal fingering, oral (F/M, M/F ), protected vaginal sex, immature behavior by idiots in love

word count: 5,5k

A/N: Okay, this is silly and immature, but it's fun. Or maybe I have just watched too much of "The summer I turned pretty"...

Inspo board

“Hey sweetcheeks, what happened?” You hadn’t noticed Mike getting up to your retreat in the old tree house in the backyard of your home.

“Go away, Mike!” you told him, hastily brushing your tears off your cheeks. You really didn’t need him around you right now. Mike would try everything that he could to make you laugh. Like he always did. But you wanted to be miserable.

Your boyfriend just told you that he is seeing someone else. That it’s getting serious, so it would be only fair to tell you. Like, maybe it would have been better to tell you right from the start that you weren’t exclusive? You were making plans to build a life with this guy, and he was making plans of how to screw other girls without you noticing, it seems.

“Hey, someone there?” Mikey waved his hand in front of your eyes. Apparently, he had been talking to you while you drifted back to the moment where your life got shattered.

“Sorry,” you said, another sniffle following. “Dave told me that he has a new girlfriend. And he’s serious with her, so he doesn’t want to see me anymore.” New tears rolled down your cheeks.

Mike dropped to the floor next to you. “Wait, back to the start because my mind is playing tricks on me. Dave told you he has a girlfriend? Like another one, not you?”  Mike’s jaw was practically on the floor as he stared at you incredulously.

It almost made you laugh because he looked just so silly. Damn, that man really always made you feel better. But right now, you hated him for this.

“Can you just leave me alone and let me drown in my misery, Mike?” you asked him, but he didn’t move. 

“Not happening, princess!” He shook his head with a frown that should have made him look serious, but it didn’t work. Mike doesn’t do seriousness. In fact, he looked incredibly cute like this.

You accepted your fate and started talking about your night with Dave. Mike was surprisingly calm and just listened to your ramblings. After you finished with how you got home and ended up crying your soul out in the tree house, Mike wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close. 

“How do you want me to kill him, sweetcheeks? Slowly and cruel? Or fast and gorey?” This time he actually managed to look serious but yet, it made you snort. 

“I actually would prefer getting him back.” you admitted, feeling totally stupid while doing so because you knew it was, in fact, totally stupid. But it was the truth. You were still in love with Dave. Even when you knew that he had treated you awfully.

Mike looked at you with an odd look on his face. “You really want that, do you?” he asked and you nodded. You felt ashamed, but you wouldn’t ever lie to your best friend. “Yes, I love him.”

Mike nudged your shoulder. “Then, we’ll get him back for you,” he told you determinedly. You must have looked at him like an idiot because he couldn’t hold back a chuckle.

“We’ll make him so incredibly jealous that he won’t be able to think of anything else as how to get you back, sweetcheeks.”

“How would we get him jealous? It’s not like he didn’t know what he’d lose…” But Mike interrupted your sermon. 

“You’ll be dating a hot guy and making out with him whenever Dave is near you. He’ll be regretting every second that he didn’t make you feel like the only woman in the world.” A smug smirk that was so typical of Mike appeared on his face. But you could not comprehend what he was talking about. 

“Who the hell should I be dating? It's not like there’s a queue of hot guys waiting for me.” This idea was just stupid and for the first time in your life, Mike actually managed to make you feel worse than before.

But Mike didn’t let go of his idea. “Well, first of all, I am pretty certain that I would find some hot guys who’d love to participate in this. However, as we don’t want you to really be dating someone, I volunteer to take that part.”

Now that was too much. You burst out laughing. This silly idiot almost had you believe…. Then you looked into his face. He sat there, his eyebrows raised, a crooked smile, giving you his best version of puppy eyes. He was serious!

“No!” You shook your head insistently. Mike sank his chin on his chest, blinking at you through his lashes. “No, Mike! I'm not making out with you. That's gross!”

He grabbed his heart, pretending to be hurt. “So you don't think I'm hot?” he asked which you answered with an eye roll. 

“Mike, I have known you as long as I can think of. That would be just awkward. And let's be real, nobody would believe we would ever actually date.”

Mike pouted at you, and you weren't sure anymore if it was just play-pretend, or if he maybe really was hurt a little. 

“I am pretty sure half of our friends ask themselves why the hell we're NOT dating, sweetcheeks,” he pointed out. And he was probably right. Which didn't make it any less odd.

“I don't know, Mike. I don't want to risk our friendship with that. And we don't even know if it will work.” But Mike insisted that it was the best chance for you to win back Dave.

“And we're not risking anything, sweetcheeks. I've hugged and kissed you before. It's not that much different. Our friendship is strong enough to endure some making out sessions.”

You ran out of counterarguments, and so you ended that bizarre night by making plans for dates with your childhood friend.

The next few days you met Mike in your old tree house, making a battle plan for your fake relationship. 

You started with photos for social media. That was actually hilarious, and you ended up laughing so much that you even forgot the reason why you were making pictures of Mike and yourself sucking each other's faces. Mike was goofing around constantly, making faces between kisses and tickling you. 

“Ouch. Mike! Did you just bite into my cheek?” You rubbed your stinging face, trying your best to look at Mike as if you were about to murder him. “I call you sweetcheeks for a reason. You taste good. Couldn’t resist. You should be glad I was heading for your face.” He looked at you through his lashes and you couldn’t be mad at him for real. Instead, you swore to get revenge.

The next day you started a pretend Netflix and chill and in the end you had a great night, cuddling with Mike on your couch and watching your favorite horror movies. Mike started to throw popcorn at you until you finally had enough and you wrestled him down. You straddled him and gripped his wrists, making him punch himself in his face. When Mike tried to get free, both of you crashed down on the floor, the bowl of popcorn following you, and you ended up crying in laughter.

But then there was the first real challenge. Your friend's group wanted to spend the night at the beach. And you and Mike were supposed to have your first outing as a couple. You were nervous as hell. But at last, it wasn't that bad at all.

Mike was always very physical in showing affection, even as a friend. And so, it didn't feel too awkward to spend the evening in his lap, his arms wrapped tight around you. Even the small pecks he pressed on your cheek and temple felt good. 

And it worked, every time you checked on Dave you noticed him turning his eyes away from you. 

When it was getting late, Mike whispered in your ear: “We need to step it up a notch, Sweetcheeks.” Without any further explanation, he pulled your leg over his thighs, making you straddle him. He cupped your face with both of his hands and gave you a kiss like you had never experienced before. You noticed how your body reacted to Mike's ministrations, and you couldn't decide whether you wanted to make him stop it or just enjoy the tingling feeling. When he finally pulled away, you gasped.

“I never thought you'd be such a good kisser!” you said, and Mike proudly beamed at you.

For the rest of the evening you kept your position with your legs wrapped around Mike's waist and from time to time Mike acted in his best boyfriend manner, kissing you senseless, running his fingers up and down your skin or maybe even groping your butt. 

You didn't miss the look Dave gave you when Mike helped you to get up, and he walked you home, his arm wrapped tight around your waist. Even when you had brought enough distance between your friends at the beach and you, Mike didn't stop holding you tight and pressing some pecks on your cheek from time to time. He was so happy about how successful his show was and talked to you about it the whole way back to your homes. 

When you arrived at your porch, Mike pulled you close one last time and gave you another kiss that made your legs tremble.

“Mike, we're alone, you can stop pretending.” you scolded him, although you weren't able to suppress a giggle.

Mike let out a soft chuckle himself. “I'm method acting!” he told you, giving you one of his awkward winks before he turned to his own door. 

That night you didn’t get to sleep a lot. Your mind kept coming back to your evening. And you realized that you didn’t think of Dave even once. All you cared for was Mikey. How it had felt to be so close to him. How his kisses were messing with you. How your body reacted to him. That you wanted more of this.

It was time to start panicking! You were not supposed to feel this way! You should have known that this whole fake dating idea was stupid. But now it was too late. You were lying in your bed and dreamt about your best friend kissing you. 

You managed to spend three days without seeing Mike and it helped to get your head clear again. By now, you were sure it was just the drinks and the romantic bonfire setting that had tricked you into that stupid idea of having feelings for Mike. And then Mike’s head appeared in the door of the treehouse where you were reading. And you felt your heart skip a beat.

“Kimberly is celebrating her birthday in her dad's beach house this weekend,” Mike started as he dropped next to you. There was an odd expression on his face. Something was on his mind, and you had the feeling that you wouldn't like it.

“That's cool!” you said, suspiciously eyeing him. His smile widened and you knew you were right.

“What's the matter? You are planning something.” You attempted to look stern at him, though you were sure you failed at it. 

“Not planning anything, sweetcheeks. But Kimberly was making plans on where everyone was going to sleep. And as we're dating…”

Your heart was racing in your chest. You couldn’t freak out now. But you did. “No, Michael, we're not spending the night in one bed!” You pointed your finger at him. “You're going to call Kim and tell her we'll be needing separate rooms!” You couldn't be sleeping next to Mike. All these staged touches and kisses already messed up your feelings. That wasn’t going to end well.

Mike just frowned at you. “Sweetcheeks, everyone saw photos of us sharing the same bed. What do you want to tell them? That you're suddenly converted to some Christian purity cult?” He chuckled at the thought of it. “Aside from that, we've been sleeping in the same bed before.”

You rolled your eyes. “That was when we were twelve, Mike! Totally different circumstances…”

“Nothing changed. You were my best friend then and you are my best friend now. Sweetcheeks, why are you freaking out?”

You wanted to scream at him that everything had changed. Mike’s body had changed, your body had changed. Your feelings had changed, for fuck's sake. How could you not freak out? But saying all this wasn’t an option. Not now and not ever.  

“I won’t go then,” you decided, leading Mike to snap his eyes wide open and watch you in disbelief. 

“No! You can’t do that. We can’t miss that opportunity. Just think about it. All we have to do is sleep and Dave will be fuming.” He wasn’t wrong. 

A thousand thoughts were running through your brain: There was no way of getting out of this without making Mike suspicious anyway. And if you were careful enough, you could do this. You could spend the night with Mike in one bed. And then Dave would be running back to you, and you’d be with him and everything would be back to normal. 

“Promise me that you keep away from me,” you demanded. For Mike it must have appeared like you were furious and totally out of your mind. When in fact you were scared – and out of your mind.

“I won’t touch you, I swear!” Mike shook his head as he looked at you, a disappointed expression on his face. 

You didn’t talk much with Mike after that until the weekend was finally there and you packed your stuff for Kim’s party. Mike was standing in the door frame watching you as you stuffed everything in your backpack. 

“Swimsuit?” he reminded you, but you shook your head. “I won’t need one.”

“Sweetcheeks, there’s a pool, you’ll need one. Show Dave what he’s missing out. That gorgeous boobies need to be on full display.” 

‘It wasn’t unusual for Mike to talk like that. It’s just how he is. But this time you froze as he mentioned your chest. Deciding that it was better to just ignore it, you took your bikini out of your drawer and put it into the backpack. “Let’s go” you told Mike and pushed him to the side, so you could run down the stairs and escape his gaze.

When you arrived, Kim showed you your room so you could drop your bags. You stared at the twin size bed standing at the window and wanted to run. How were you supposed to fit in there with Mike? He was lean but he was also tall. He had wide shoulders, and a some nice butt. Damn! 

“Sorry, I know it’s small,” Kimberly said. “But I thought since you’re still so newly in love you wouldn’t mind…” 

Mike wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed your temple. “Thanks, Kim. It’s perfect,” he answered. You wanted to smack him. Perfect? You were going to die tonight. Or maybe you’d kill him, that would solve the problem, too.

Dave wasn’t there yet, so at least you could enjoy the party while avoiding Mike as often as possible. You were chatting with your friends, watching the boys play beer pong, when Dave arrived, his new girl hugging his arm as if she were afraid to get lost. 

The next moment, Mike’s hands touched your waist and ran over your belly until you were in a tight hug. Mike whispered in your ear: “Here we go, showtime!” You held your breath, counted to ten and hoped that Mike didn’t notice the goosebumps that covered your whole body. 

From then on, there was no chance of avoiding Mike. He was constantly by your side. Touches, kisses. He was dancing with you. He even convinced you to change into your swimsuit and get into the pool. That’s where you were now. Your back pressed to the edge, you were caged between Mike’s thighs and arms. His face inches from yours. 

“It’s working, sweetcheeks. Did you see? Dave is staring all the time. And his girl isn’t amused.” Your heart was pounding and it had absolute nothing to do with Dave. All you could think of was how good it felt to be trapped by Mike, to feel his lips brush over yours. You needed to get away from this.

Determinedly, you pushed Mike’s arm to the side and climbed the ladder to get out of the pool. You were about to storm off somewhere where you were alone, so you could break down and cry. But then there was this girl in front of you.

“You can have him. I’m not dating this idiot just to watch him stare at your ass.” With that, she turned and ran down the stairs. You couldn’t do anything else than blink and stand there, frozen. You saw Dave getting up, for a moment he was looking at you as if was about to say something, but then he ran after his girlfriend.

Mike appeared by your side, pressing a kiss on your cheek. “Perfect timing, sweetcheeks. Looks as if you’d get what you wanted.” He smiled at you, but his eyes didn’t meet the expression. Instead, he looked as if he lost a game. And Mike was a sore loser.

You were still completely lost what was happening and what you should do. So you grabbed a bottle of cheap wine and finally ran off to the beach. You hadn’t even gotten to the first half of the bottle when Mike had found you. 

“What are you doing, sweetcheeks? Why are you acting like that? It’s been working out great, hasn’t it?” You sniffled into his chest.

“I don’t know, Mike. I feel like a bad person. Lying to everyone.” To be true, you hated that you were lying to him. The one person you could always tell anything. But you couldn’t tell him that. Which made you feel worse. What a great clusterfuck!

“You are wonderful! It’s a shame that it needs all these tricks to make others see it. But I know that you are. You’re as far away as it goes from being a bad person.” He pulled you up on your feet, hugging you one armed while taking the bottle from you with his other hand.

“Let’s get you back to the party. Maybe Dave is already waiting. I can improvise making a scene, so you can be with him.” Your stomach turned just by thinking about Mike splitting up with you. What the hell? You weren’t dating for real! That’s what you wanted. But you couldn’t stop thinking how much you’d hate to lose those moments with Mike.

He had left you in the garden and told you to wait while he was getting you some water. You looked around, trying to find something or someone to distract you from your thoughts.

And Kimberly was there to safe you. She stopped next to you with a grin.

“What a drama, hu? As if it is your fault that Dave is gawking at your ass. But at least that idiot was smart enough to run after his shrew. As if he could stand a chance against Mike. Everybody sees how perfect you are together. It was about time.” So much for getting distracted. You must have looked puzzled because Kim was pointing over to the pool. There was Dave sitting on a lounger, his girlfriend back in his lap. You started to laugh hysterically. 

Mike appeared next to and followed your eyes. He shook his head, biting back the comment that shouldn’t slip him as long as Kimberly was standing next to you. Instead, he took you in his arms and kissed your cheek. He walked you closer to the pool until you were standing right at the back of Dave.

“Hey, sweetcheeks. What do you think, Should we go to bed?” He nuzzled his nose into your neck and nipped at your ear. It felt so good, you weren’t able to form a word. So you just hummed in approval. Mike let go of you just to take your hand and guide you back to the house. He was watching Dave’s reaction as you passed him, but you couldn’t care less about Dave. You didn’t know what got into you, but there was only one thing in the world that you wanted and that was to be alone with Mike in that ridiculously small bed.

Mike was heading for the small en-suite first, then it was your turn. When you got back, he was standing in the middle of the room, wearing an old shirt and sweatpants. You looked down on yourself, your tank top and shorts a lot more revealing. 

Apparently, you had a totally wrong idea of how that night would end. And you couldn’t blame Mike. You had made him swear to leave you alone. And he was still absolutely clueless about what you felt for him. He was expecting an awkward night with his best friend, trying not to touch you without falling off the bed. And thinking about it, what in the hell had made you think that he’d want to spend the night with you in that way. For him this thought probably was as ridiculous and gross as it was for you - before you had started this whole mess. 

Mike’s eyes were staring at the carpet as you passed him to get into the bed. When you were settled in the corner, he followed you, trying his best to keep his distance, which was impossible. His shoulder rubbed at your arm and his knee was brushing over your calf. 

With a sigh, he turned to his side, looking at you with wide eyes. “You were right, it’s totally odd.” Both of you laughed, easing the tension that had built between you as soon as you had entered the room. 

And then it happened. You had no idea who started it, but suddenly Mike’s mouth was on yours. The touch of your tongues shot electric shocks through your body. You grabbed Mikes side and pulled him closer, grinding your hips against his. He moaned into your mouth as your soft chest pressed against his. The hands of you both were searching for skin, yours tugging on Mike’s shirt while his ran along the back of your thighs. Hastily you undressed each other. Relishing the feeling of his warm skin on yours, you found the courage to go for the last step. With hitched breaths, you reached out to touch his dick. Mike’s moan reverberated through the room and you were surprised he was this loud. But damn, it did things to you. You pressed his shoulder down, so he was on his back, and you made your way down his chest, along the soft tuft of hair until he was right in front of you. You wrapped your hand around his cock again and your tongue darted out to lick over his tip. Mike pressed another groan through his gritted teeth. 

“Damn, sweetcheeks, what are you doing?” You didn’t have any plans on answering him even if you hadn’t just put his dick in your mouth. Instead, you started bobbing your head up and down his shaft. You paid attention to every breath and every sound of Mike, trying to find all the little things that he liked. But soon you couldn’t focus anymore on him because his fingers had found its way between your legs and what he did there was making every thought of you blur. Now it was you moaning desperately around his cock, as he carefully tested what made you clench around his fingers. 

He pumped them in and out, curled to reach that spot that made you go insane. You felt your climax approaching so fast and then it washed over you. Your limbs giving in, you collapsed on the bed. But after caching your breath you got up again. You had noticed the condoms, casually placed on the nightstand. Kimberly surely was a great friend. You reached for one of them and opened the unruly foil package with your teeth. 

A look at Mike’s face told you that he wanted this as much as you did. So you rolled the condom over his cock and let yourself fall onto the mattress next to him. You guided him to lay between your widespread legs and Mike positioned himself at your entrance. Then Mike pushed forward and you felt him inside of you. The kiss he pressed onto your lips showed the desperation that he tried to hide in the slow and steady moves of his hips. But it didn’t take long until he couldn’t hold back any longer and his thrusts got harder and faster. You felt another climax built up in your core and begged him not to stop. And he didn’t. He pulled your legs over his shoulders, slamming his hips into your ass relentlessly until he felt you come undone around his cock. Only seconds after he found his own release, jerking as he spilled his seed into the sheath.

Mike planted a kiss on your forehead before getting up and going to the bathroom. He wasn’t away too long but when he got back he found you already asleep, completely exhausted by the overwhelming flood of emotions. 

So you didn’t notice how Mike lay awake for hours just watching you, thinking about everything that happened, everything he had felt for such a long time. You didn’t catch him brushing hair out of your face before he placed a soft kiss on your lips. You didn’t watch him as he peered at the incoming text on your phone. You didn’t see him leaving the room when the sun was rising and bathed your face in warm orange light.

When you woke up you knew that something was not the way it should have been. It took you a second to realize it was Mike who wasn’t by your side. For a moment, you wondered if you had drunken too much and just imagined the whole night. But moving your hips you felt the soreness that was proof enough that this wasn’t a dream. 

You got up, gathered your stuff and put on whatever clothes you found in your backpack. A bunch of eyes landed upon you as you rushed down the stairs. Kim and some more friends were already sitting at the kitchen island with oats and coffee. 

“Hey, are you okay? Where’s Mikey?” Kimberly asked, but you just shook your head and ran to the entrance, hoping that they hadn’t noticed the tears gathering in the corner of your eyes.

As you stood in the driveway, you saw that Mike’s car was still standing there. First you thought that maybe he was just at the beach. But then you saw the note on the windshield. 

“Hey, Sweetcheeks! I’m sorry! That’s not how it should have been. Keys are in your backpack!”

The whole drive back to your home tears were falling freely. How could you just fuck up the relationship with the one man you always trusted, the one that you loved? He was your best friend, and he should have been that forever. But now you had lost him.

You were standing on Mike’s porch, but then you turned. If he had wanted to talk he would have stayed. Without thinking, you walked around the house and climbed up to your hideout. 

If you had been thinking, you would have guessed that Mike was there. The old treehouse wasn’t only your shelter, it was his equally. 

But what you would have never guessed was how you found him. Mike was curled up into a ball on the bed. He didn’t move when you got closer. You noticed the old photo album lying next to him. The open page showed pictures of you two, the last summer before you went to college. You remembered how much time the both of you spent together that year. It was probably the best time of your life. New tears fell down your cheeks.

As you sniffled, Mike finally noticed you and sat up. His head was still hanging low, but you saw that his cheeks were red and his eyes puffy and bloodshot. 

“You shouldn’t be here, sweetcheeks,” he muttered. “Go and get your man.” He closed his eyes again and wrapped his arms around his knees, forming a ball once more. 

You put the album on the floor to make room for you and sat beside him. 

“That’s what I’m trying, silly.” Your hand brushed over his curls. Mike raised his head again. His eyes found yours and you could see his pain in them. 

“Didn’t you see Dave’s message? He wants you back. We made it.” His voice broke and he turned to look out of the small window, avoiding your gaze.

“Mike! Do you really think that this night didn’t mean anything to me? Don’t you see what I feel? What I want?” Your fingers hooked under his chin and you turned him to look at you.

“When I woke up this morning I thought I had lost you. That you didn’t want me. But now I see that we both want the same. You do want this, don’t you?” 

Mike’s eyes were big as saucers as he looked at you, but there was a spark in it that wasn’t there moments ago. “Sweetcheeks, I have wanted this since we were eighteen.”

And then you were in his arms and your mouth on his. Knowing this was real, this was what you both wanted, this kiss tasted so much sweeter, Mike’s skin was so much softer. Your heart was going to explode.

When everything you did last night was rushed and full of lust, this time you both savored every moment. Fingers were slowly brushing over skin. Soft kisses were placed on every inch of your bodies. Carefully you striped down your clothes, piece for piece. When Mike opened your bra, he hummed contently before he dipped his head right into your chest. He nipped at your skin, making his way to your hardened bud. His tongue circled around it before he started to suck. To pay attention to the other one, he rolled it between his fingers. You moaned into his mouth, his ministrations leading you to clench your thighs together.

This didn’t go unnoticed by Mike. He knelt down on the floor, rolling down your panties. Then he hooked both his arms under your thighs, holding your legs wide open and sank his head into your exposed pussy. The sensation of whatever he did with his mouth made you whimper and cry out his name. As you came undone you threw your head back with a cry. When you opened your eyes again, you saw Mike still kneeling between your legs, biting his lower lip with a proud smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

You pulled him up to the bed again and as soon as he sat down, you straddled his thighs. Running your hands up and down his chest, you sighed. “I wish I could fuck you right here and now.” 

Mike grinned as he bent down to kiss you hard. His tongue was eagerly exploring your mouth. And when he pulled back, he told you: “We could arrange that.”

You just loved the way he looked at you. But you shook your head. “We need a condom, Mike!” He raised an eyebrow, his look asking you silently if you really thought that was a problem. 

He searched through the little box next to the bed, not letting you go from your place in his lap. And it didn’t take long until he held a condom up for you to see.

“I told you I wanted this to happen for a long time.” That little shit really didn’t want to miss a chance. You loved that. Warily you glanced at the date printed on the foil packaging. But of course, he thought of that, too.

You watched as Mike sheathed himself. There was this moment that seemed to last forever where both of you didn’t move, just staring in each other's eyes. And then you lifted yourself from his thighs just to sink down inch for inch on his cock. You couldn’t explain, but everything felt even better as the night before. It was intense, it felt as if you were about to burst, although you were hardly moving. You wrapped your legs around his waist and rolled your hips.

“I love you, Mikey” you whispered. Mike stared deep into your eyes. He moaned as you slowly rocked your body on his cock. “I love you, too, sweetcheeks.”

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