#MIKEY TWO WAY RADIO

[anystalker707]

heavy feelings

Pairings: Frank Iero x [gender-neutral] Reader Genre: Light angst / Comfort / Fluff Summary: Longing for each other until finding out you two feel the same for each other. a/n: hey guys i hope i don't regret writing this little thing for mcr after forever away from it, even if this is a sam monroe fic that i adapted for frank iero

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          Of course, you knew it would rain, seeing the darkness gathering in the distance, the clouds looking heavy and dense, slowly rolling in. Maybe not so slowly. You’d predicted it’d rain later at night, and not right when you had to leave work. Or perhaps, even, you just wanted to convince yourself of it after noticing your umbrella wasn’t in your bag. Leaving your house in a rush during an especially stressful week could do that.

There was nowhere to run to now that you searched for shelter by standing as close to the building as possible, staring at your phone’s screen. With a sigh, you finally texted Frank, receiving a text you didn’t know how to interpret. Still, you waited.

Ten minutes or so had passed when the car finally stopped by the curb, and you quickly rushed through the rain to slip into Frank’s car, which had an almost permanent smell of cigarettes and a hint of the drink Mikey spilled on the back seats some weeks ago. The engine hummed under you as the rain pattered against the window, but not loud enough to drown out the music from the radio, making a comfortable atmosphere that felt like a warm hug after a long day at work.

The gray colors of the sky merged with the city lights, creating distortions through the raindrops that ran down the cars’ windows, and also hiding an otherwise a sky with the colors of the end of the day.

“Am I your Uber now or somethin’?” Frank raised an eyebrow, leaning forward to look down the street before crossing the crossroad, his tongue lightly playing with his lip ring.

You shrugged, adjusting your bag on your feet. “Well, seemed like a good opportunity to see you.” Twisting the knob slowly, you turned the volume up, just enough for the words to be comprehensible.

"Oh don't talk of love" the shadows purrMurmuring me away from you"Don't talk of worlds that never were…

Frank was silent, letting his brain swim in the lyrics, before he exhaled. “Yeah, well, maybe I didn’t want you to see me right now.” Annoyance marred his words, rough with irritation and… something else. “Maybe I just want to be left alone.”

Bitter, as usual. You rolled your eyes, looking out the window with a soft sigh. “Just drop me at my place.”

Frank’s hands tightened around the steering wheel, and he glanced at you. “Wait,” he choked out, his throat suddenly dry. “I didn’t mean that. ‘M sorry. I just…” He huffed. “‘M not good at this.” His hair was a little wet from catching a little rain earlier when getting in the car, and wetting his palm slightly when he tugged on his own strands almost painfully. So fucking stupid. Why couldn’t he just be nice to you? “I don’t want to take you home. I want to spend time with you. Just you.” Hopefully, that waver in his voice was just his mind tricking him.

A sigh. “Whatever. Sure.”

His heart kept beating way too fast. Damn it. Frank hesitantly reached over and grazed your thigh with his hand. He needed to cross that bridge. “Come on,” he mumbled in a softer tone. “Let’s go somewhere. Anywhere.” It wasn’t much of an apology, but he couldn’t do much better now.

Silence stretched, and Frank was hyper-aware of everything. His sweaty palms around the steering wheel, the floor vibrating under his feet, the rain, the music, you. Really, all he did was make things worse. No one ever liked him in such a tender way, so he wasn’t sure how to handle it all. Or even how to communicate nicely.

“You know,” Frank attempted, voice quiet, “I don’t like it when you’re upset with me.” The words felt heavy on his tongue.

Silence stretched again, but not for so long. “I’m not upset with you,” you said softly, suppressing another sigh, observing the inked lines along his skin. “Gloomy weather just makes me feel… down.”

Frank’s jaw clenched as he turned the car, navigating the familiar streets towards his house, keeping his eyes glued on the road because he didn’t know how he’d react if he looked at you. Something thick hung in the air, too sensitive to be touched, causing another silence, but it was heavy and oppressive this time. After he pulled into the driveway, it pushed more upon him as he stared at the distorted image of his house through the windshield. He wanted to say something, anything, to break the tension. But the words wouldn’t come.

Frank fought against whatever seemed to hold him back and reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers together, finding solace in the small touch. “Come inside. Please. I need you.”

The two of you shared a look before you nodded, giving his hand a brief squeeze, then releasing it to leave the car and jog towards the front door together.

Focused on unlocking the door, Frank twisted his mouth faintly. He held it open for you before stepping inside as well, both of you leaving the wet shoes by the door as he unlocked it again. He watched you take off your shoes, feeling his heart twist—it was a sign of comfort, of familiarity. Of home.

The house was quiet, the lights dimmed, a guitar forgotten on the couch. It felt empty, lifeless. Just like Frank felt most of the time. He leaned back against the door and looked at you for a moment, analyzing, looking for something. He knew something troubled you, the sadness was there, even if he couldn’t quite tell the reason, and it made his heart ache, made him want to take it away. How could he have such strong feelings for someone else? His stomach churned.

“Come here.” Frank held out his hand. “Please, I just… I need to hold you.”

Despite your silence, your hand found Frank’s, hesitantly, lacing your fingers together as you stepped closer, and his hand immediately tightened around yours. He slowly wiped away a raindrop that ran down your temple, sighing.

“I hate seeing you like this,” he whispered. “I hate knowing that I can’t take it away, that I can’t make it better.” The closeness allowed him to drink in every detail of your features and burn it in his memory so that he could revisit it later when he was missing you.

You looked away, feeling your cheeks heat up. “I’m fine, really. It’s not that bad.”

Frank knew you were lying for your own sake, though it still hurt that you didn’t trust him to comfort you, to make everything better. He let his hands fall to his sides when your grip loosened. The frustration made him want to scream and break everything—he would never do that, not when it could worsen things.

“I know you’re not okay, and I hate that I can’t do anything to change that.” Frank pressed his lips together, nipping his lip ring a little, and stepped back, trying not to seem needy or pushy. “I’m here for you.” It was cliché, something you were probably tired of hearing already, but Frank didn’t know what else to offer, and maybe it worked.

Your eyes softened, and your shoulders dropped. “Don’t worry.”

“Come on,” Frank said before silence reigned again. “Let’s go upstairs. We can watch a movie or somethin’.” His hand found yours before you climbed the stairs, and his hand remained in yours when you left your bag by the corner and tugged you down with him as he flopped on the bed. You landed in a tangle of limbs, with his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you close, and his face buried in your neck to inhale your scent deeply. Home.

Despite not being what you expected, it was easy to relax and let go against Frank, taking in the oddly comforting scent of his bed and returning the embrace, tracing circles into his back—he hummed contently in response.

The little gesture calmed down the furious sea of emotions inside Frank and reduced the world to the little bubble shared by the two of you. Everything was about your warmth and the weight of your arms around him.

Enough time had passed when Frank turned his head to rest it on your shoulder. His fingers tightened around your shirt, as if you’d disappear if he let go. “Turn on a movie, please.” Your shoulder muffled his voice. “Something you like.” All he wanted was to give you a moment free from the weight of the world on your shoulders, and maybe, just maybe, Frank would find and provide solace in the process. “I don’t care what it is. Just pick something.”

Damn. It was hard to choose. You tried to think about something both of you liked and aligned with the atmosphere. None of you would watch it anyway, but the muffled talk under the sound of the rain outside was comforting. Playing with your hair proved to be a lot more interesting to Frank, an intimate and possessive gesture, to him. Mine, his heart whispered.

“Thanks for putting up with me,” Frank muttered quietly. He knew he wasn’t the easiest to be around, and he could be a lot to handle, but you were still there with him. That meant so much. Despite the lack of an answer, his heart melted at seeing you enjoying the touch, pressing your head to his, briefly. It was almost like you were completely his, and Frank almost allowed himself to slip into the daydream of being yours when guilt pushed him back.

The ending song started playing, but Frank remained still, trying to prolong the connection. He had never felt so close to you before, so… exposed. Unlike he had believed, it was peaceful.

Eventually, he pulled back to meet your eyes in the dim lighting of his bedroom. There was so much he wanted to say, but the words stuck in his throat, jumbled and indecipherable. “You should sleep here,” he said, finally, the only words that managed to escape through. “I’ll put an extra blanket on the floor for you.” He wasn’t up to going through the usual bickering of who should take the bed. Most of all, it was an offering, a plea, to have you there while he slipped into the unforgiving embrace of sleep, since he couldn’t have you hold him overnight. “Unless you’d rather go home.”

“I’ll stay. Don’t worry.”

Frank nodded in relief.

The makeshift bed wasn’t the best, but it was the best that Frank could do. If only he could convince you to take the bed. “There,” he exhaled, giving you one of his pillows. “It’s not much, but it’s… comfortable.” He sat back on the mattress. His eyes followed you, observing how his borrowed clothes looked on you and the weight of the day in your eyes. Fuck, he was so lucky to still have you there with him. “Thank you,” he said, because it was all he could do without feeling like he would fall apart. “For staying, for being here, for… everything.” He wanted to say more. It wasn’t the time, though. He didn’t think it was the moment.

“It’s fine. It’s not something you need to thank me for.” You adjusted the pillow on the ground before lying down and pulling a blanket over yourself. It smelled like Frank. The rain still poured outside, comforting and daunting at the same time. “Good night.”

Frank watched you in silence, nodding, and swallowing around the lump in his throat. “Good night,” he mumbled. He dimmed down the light on the nightstand, leaving the room in a soft, cozy darkness, a little envious that you fell asleep faster, but he knew the day had been harsher on you. The weight in his chest held Frank awake, and he couldn’t help but roll on his side to observe you. There was not much to see in the darkness, but he could make out the rise and fall of your chest in a peaceful rhythm that lulled him into a sense of security—a false one.

If only you cuddled with him to sleep. Frank reached out, letting his fingertips graze your arm in a whisper of a caress, allowing himself to imagine a scenario in which you fall asleep in each other’s arms. He doesn’t want to wake you because of his silly daydreams, especially not when you’re finally allowed to rest.

With a heavy sigh, Frank forced himself to withdraw his hand and let you sleep undisturbed, averting his attention to the ceiling. He’d just settle down for the comfort of your presence with the knowledge that, even if not enough, it was more than he deserved. Among the mess of thoughts and feelings, he could finally fall asleep.

Panic rose in his chest when Frank noticed the empty spot beside his bed, but then he saw you standing by the window, with your hands on the windowsill, watching the rain, and his heart calmed down. He sat up with a yawn, leaving smeared makeup on his fingers with rubbing his eyes. The sight of you standing there filled him with a strange sense of peace.

Frank swung his legs over the bed's side before standing up and as much as he wanted to walk over, he preferred to rush to the bathroom and at least take a piss and wash his mouth before anything. Given the situation of it, he presumed you’d been awake for longer than he thought.

Finally, Frank returned and approached you, standing close enough so that your shoulders touched. “Morning,” he mumbled, voice still rough with sleep. “You slept well?” He blinked a few times, trying to get rid of the sleep in his eyes. “Coffee? I can make some if you want.”

You observed him for a moment before finally shaking your head. “Morning. The floor isn’t so bad.” You paused. “We can have some coffee later.”

“So, what’s the plan for today?” Frank prayed you wouldn’t mention anything about leaving. He hoped there wouldn’t be any last-minute band practice today. Spending so much time with you was… nice. More than nice, actually. It was everything he had been wanting lately.

Rain kept pattering against the window. It was a soothing sound he found himself soothing into. He tilted his head, pressing his nose to the cold glass, and his heart fluttered at the chuckle he snatched from you. “We could…” His mind raced with the possibilities. He didn’t know. Whatever you wanted, as long as you two spent time together.

“There’s not much we can do.” You shrugged, averting your eyes to the outside again, watching the puddles. “And you? Slept well?”

Frank looked over at you, nodding faintly. “Mm, yeah.” Sleepiness still clung to his voice, but he couldn’t fight the feeling that came along with rainy days. He decided to indulge in his wishes and slide an arm around your waist, relishing the closeness, humming as he buried his face in your shoulder for a moment before following your gaze outside the window. He felt like melting when you held him in return. “We can watch a movie. I’ll even let you have the remote.”

For some reason, Frank felt clingy, unable to hold himself back from tightening his arms around you, basking in the warmth of your skin that seeped through your—his—clothes. He’d never felt this close to you, and maybe you felt the same.

Your nose pressed to his cheek, breath tickling his skin. “Sounds good.”

Frank wanted nothing more than to turn his head and meet your lips, but he restrained himself. “I’m really glad you’re here,” he mumbled with a soft sigh. Words heaved on his tongue like lead, at the same time they prickled in a plea to be freed. “Y’know, I love you.” While he pulled away to look at you in the eyes, he was already making up a thousand excuses in his mind, but all of them vanished once his eyes met yours, and he winced.

“I… ‘m sorry,” Frank said, anxiety coiling in his gut, and he wanted to spill a thousand words to justify himself, but nothing ever came. His brain short-circuited the moment you leaned in and simply kissed him, the sensation so much more intense and better than anything he could’ve imagined.

A soft sound escaped Frank’s throat when he finally returned the kiss, adjusting his grip around you, taking in every detail—your breath fanning over his philtrum, your eyelashes brushing against his cheek, your hands on his shoulders, his lip ring between your lips, everything. The doubts and worries melted away shamefully easily, calming down his heart in a way he’d never felt before.

Only a few seconds and eternity had simultaneously passed when the kiss came to an end, and Frank looked at you again, his mind a lot quieter now, lips tingling. He felt so safe in your embrace, fuck.

“I love you, too, okay?” You mumbled, kissing his cheek, and he couldn’t help but smile, burying his face in your shoulder.

‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿

[selineram3421]

*giggles like a psycho*

First Day

Part 2

Part 1

Alastor and Child Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ children (lol), reader being a menace ☺, blood/gore, ALL CAPS Bold red Italics = SOUND AFFECTS, red italics= Alastor's thoughts, fake crying, food mention(desserts), mention of murder, mention of kidnapping, mention of torture, murder of test demon ⚠

You saw the school bus and it was filled with shouts and screeches of other demon children. Making sure you of the item in your pocket, you readied yourself to begin the plan.

Stage one: Have some control over the school bus.

The door opened and you hop up the steps, the screams even louder now that you were inside.

It was absolutely unhinged.

I can do better. You thought, taking a quick glance to find a seat.

"Hurry up and sit down brat.", the bus driver yelled.

"Quiet before I cut you open.", you said to them without missing a beat and walked towards the back of the bus.

You were calm as the other children were acting like drug addicts.

One was bold enough to try and trip you with their leg out. Looking at them, you see that they have a cocky grin.

"Can you please move your leg? Its in the way.", you ask.

"No. Just go over it.", they laughed.

With a shrug you do just that, they try and lift their leg up higher to trip you but you jump at the last second and aim for their knee.

SNAP

They scream like bloody murder as they cry, grabbing the attention of the other children. All eyes are on you and the broken leg that's spewing out blood.

"I did ask nicely.", you say before continuing on your way to the open seat in the back.

Finally, you arrive at the school and find your classroom, now you were standing next to the teacher as your new classmates make a mess with paper planes and other items.

"Everyone SHUT UP! This is the new student.", the teacher Ms. Mayberry introduces you to the class. "Go on and say hello, then take the empty seat over in the middle."

You nod and smile as you face the children.

"Don't cross me or you might end up like Mikey!", you say cheerfully and go sit down.

Stage two: Assert dominance and be kind to those who are kind to you. *weed out any snakes*

.

Alastor got ready to pick up his little demon.

I wonder if they had fun. He thought before leaving the hotel.

On his way over, he picked up some pastries from their favorite bakery. Now the Radio Demon was just a few feet away from the gate that had a few lingering children, that's where he saw his little one waiting with the teacher who was smoking.

They spotted him and lit up.

"Alastor!", they cheered before running up.

The teacher had backed up a bit after noticing who he was.

"Good afternoon mon petite!", he said and picked them up. "Did you have a good time? Hm? Were there any pests?"

"I took care of it! But all of them went home alive.", they replied as he began walking back to the hotel. "Bye Ms. Mayberry!", they waved to their teacher.

They had started to tell him what happened on the school bus as they got closer to the hotel, that is when the deer demon reminded them to look sad.

"I don't think I can keep a straight face but I can still cry like I'm sad.", the little demon said. "I know what to do."

They hid their face on his shoulder and started shaking their shoulders, making convincing sniffles and sobs.

Alastor opened the hotel doors, finding the princess and her partner, one of them holding a cupcake.

"Oh no, what happened?", Charlie asked after noticing the little demon's shaking shoulders.

"There was a bully that harassed them today.", he answered and made his way over to the stairs, lifting up the bakery box. "I've already bought them sweets to cheer them up but you can leave the cupcake for dessert after dinner."

Once in the hotel room, he sets them down and put the box of sweets on the small table near the door.

"Wash your hands before getting your sweets.", he says before helping them take off their school bag.

"Ok!", they nod and run over to the bathroom.

Taking the box, the demon in red snaps his fingers to conjure some plates on the coffee table. He sets up the table before putting the pastries on the plates. Making sure to get their favorite cup for their drink.

They went to their room before coming back out with no coat and taking a seat on the couch.

"Now, tell me all about your day.", he said giving them a plate with a slice of cranberry pomegranate curd tart. "What kind of drink would you like with your sweets?"

They ask for their favorite drink and proceed to tell him about what happened after the "tripping" incident.

The deer demon prepares a cup of coffee while getting their drink.

"Some of the kids tried to act tough and pick a fight with me during reeses. The supervisors don't care if there's a fight as long as no one gets killed.", they said before taking a bite of the tart. "I broke a lot of bones today.", they add.

"Don't speak while chewing dear.", Alastor hands them a napkin, placing their cup next to their plate before sitting down.

They go into detail of all the injuries they caused with a wide smile. Telling him that they want to learn more tactics of intimidation to scare some of the staff.

"Finish your homework and I'll take you out so you can have hands on experience.", he says and sips his coffee.

"Really!?", they ask excited.

"Of course! Its the best way to learn."

After dinner (and their desert), they headed out and found a demon to test on.

"The best way to intimidate someone is through fear. Give them something that will always remind others not to try anything. Breaking the boy's leg was good, but remember that it is on school grounds that you cannot kill.", he says as both of them watch the test demon scream as they are being taken apart limb by limb. "Of course you have my permission to kill anyone that tries to kill or kidnap you. Or other terrible things.."

"Can I torture them a little bit?", they ask.

"Yes, but don't let your guard down.", the Radio Demon says, using the tendrils to rip the test demon's head off. "Remember mon petite, prey can bite back."

On the way back to the hotel, he got them a new plush, a small mouse to attach to their school bag.

"Mr. Squeaks."

Tehe.

~Seline, the person.

Extra: Dessert image

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you buy me orange juice

college au!mikey way x gn!reader // ~1.5k words

tags: pt 1./?, fluff, few year age gap, friends to lovers, late night studying, recreational drug use, falling in love, feat. roommate frank for a couple sentences

a/n: self-indulgent mikey college au i wrote for myself that's probably ooc but maybe someone else'll enjoy it too <3

the stuffy air of mikey's dorm room was thick with the scent of weed and the sugar-cookie-scented candle you'd gifted him for christmas. the white noise of typing was louder than the CD that'd been playing when you fell asleep, now turned all the way down so that it was barely audible. you rolled over onto your side, cracking one eye open to see mikey chewing on his lip, face lit up by his open laptop screen.

"what're you doin'?"

at the sound of your voice mikey's face lit up with a smile, teeth losing their hold on his bottom lip as he turned to look at you. his hands paused, hovering above his keyboard before he reached out to trace a fingertip down your forehead.

"hey, kid," he murmured softly. the nickname made you whine, eyes squeezing back shut when he laughed. you were only a few years younger than him, but the nickname had stuck from when you'd first met. he'd been so excited to be hanging out with someone who didn't know his older brother that he'd immediately played up the few years difference between you both. you didn't mind. it had made the transition to university easier, feeling like someone was looking out for you. "sleep okay?"

"mhm. i didn't mean to fall asleep," you huffed, pushing yourself upright and letting your head fall to rest against his shoulder. "thought you were gonna wait so we could smoke together."

"i'm sorry, i'm just stuck on this fuckin' essay," he sighed. "figured you didn't wanna get high just to watch me study."

"'s okay," you replied, the warmth radiating off of mikey already making you sleepy again. the clock in the corner of his laptop screen read two in the morning, which should've been a surprise but really wasn't. "you want me to run and get you coffee?"

"where're you gonna get coffee at this time?" he asked, his expression so clear in his voice you didn't have to look up to know he was raising an eyebrow at you.

"the gas station," you replied, like it was obvious. mikey hummed softly before shutting his laptop.

"okay, let's go."

"hm?"

"let's go," he repeated, shrugging his shoulder to get you to lift your head. he slid his laptop to the free space at the end of the bed, standing up and grabbing his jacket.

"i can go for you, mikey," you tried, but you were smiling as you got up and reached for your jacket where it was thrown atop frank's bed.

"i'm not letting you go out alone at two in the morning," he shrugged, slipping his feet into the same beat-up converse he'd been wearing since you met him. now you were grinning, looking up from tying your laces to see mikey holding out a hand to you. he pulled you up, his warm palm against yours filling your stomach with butterflies. he let go as soon as you were upright, pulling on a hat just as you noticed the tips of his ears turning pink. "c'mon."

it was quiet outside, gusts of wind whipping around snowflakes that melted as soon as they touched the ground. mikey grumbled about his essay as you both walked, shoulders drawn up to his shoulders to keep the wind out of his face. his essay as he walked, shoulders drawn up to keep the wind away from his face as he rambled. you listened, even though you were still half-asleep, nowhere near awake enough to fully understand what he was talking about. he'd done the same for you on various occasions, listening to whatever was on your mind even if he couldn't do much to help (though more often than not he'd knock on your door a few days later, having done his own research on whatever was bothering you and ready to help out).

the warmth of the gas station enveloped you both as you walked in, poppy radio hits playing from the speaker as you both walked through the aisles. you grabbed a couple packs of cup noodles and mikey picked up a carton of orange juice before heading to the counter.

"can we get two coffees and a hot dog?" he asked the cashier, quickly pulling out his credit card before you could use yours.

"not fair, this was my idea," you hissed, hugging your noodles close to your chest so that he couldn't grab them and pay for those too. mikey just smiled, picking up two paper cups from the counter.

"i'll go fill these, just get the hot dog," he said, his smile growing into a grin when you shot him a glare. you didn't mind him paying, not when you could just bring coffee to his place the next time you showed up (and especially not when he glanced back at you, still smiling, while you paid for your noodles), but it was about the principle of it.

you took a bite out of the hot dog as you sidled up to him, resting your head against his shoulder as he stirred sugar into both your coffees.

"still sleepy?" he asked, humming softly when you nodded. "you can stay at my place if you want, i don't think frank's gonna be back until the morning."

"maybe," you mumbled, letting him take the hot dog from you. "thanks for paying."

"'course," was all he said, nudging the top of your head with his. "let's go, i gotta finish that paragraph tonight."

the walk back was sweet, like candy floss lingering on your fingertips sticky and bright pink. steam rose from the little gap in the covers over your coffees, taking on the orange colour of the street lights. you hummed softly to yourself, giggling when mikey joined in with you, singing along through a mouthful of food. the rest of the world was quiet and still, or at least as quiet and still as a student city ever got, except for the two of you. with the snowflakes falling it was almost as though someone had lowered the glass of a snow globe over you both, encapsulating this moment safe and sound where nobody else could reach you.

the door to mikey's room creaked as he pushed it open, and he immedately let out a groan.

"what?" you asked as you stepped past him, giggling when you noticed frank passed out in his bed. "oh, shit."

"fucker," mikey mumbled, setting his coffee down on his bedside table. "sorry, i figured he'd be too drunk to make it back."

"it's fine, i can walk myself back," you shrugged, kicking off your shoes and sitting down on the edge of mikey's bed. mikey nodded, quiet as he folded his jacket over the end of the bed, his hair unruly and sticking up when he pulled off his hat. "c'mere a second."

"what?" he asked, trying to keep his voice down as he sat down next to you. you reached out to smooth his hair back down, unable to hold back another giggle when he scrunched his nose a little. he didn't pull away though, letting you stroke every lock of his greasy hair back into place without complaint.

"there," you said, taking a sip of your coffee.

"you could stay over if you want, sleep in my bed. i got the juice you like and i'll wake you up in time for class," he suggested. when you hesitated he elbowed you gently, shifting to sit up with his back up against the headboard. "i can walk you back otherwise, don't worry."

you smiled, feeling warmth climb your cheeks.

"i can stay. if you're sure it's okay."

mikey smiled back at you, face lit up by his laptop screen as he clicked back to his assignment with a huff.

"c'mere then."

you let your jacket fall down onto the floor before you shuffled to sit beside him, slumping down so you could rest your head against his arm. as he typed away, deleting and retyping certain phrases over and over, you felt your eyelids begin to droop, the few sips of gas station coffee doing nothing to help keep you awake. you felt safe, tucked away against one of your closest friends with a CD playing quietly in the background, his arm moving slightly in time with each of his breaths.

you weren't sure when exactly you fell asleep, but you felt mikey take the coffee cup from where it was still in your hands, giving your fingers a gentle squeeze before he went back to writing. the last thing you heard was frank's bed creaking as he sat up, groaning softly.

"dude, how come i can't bring people over but you can?" he grunted, mikey's typing pausing for a moment.

"you're gonna wake them up."

"fine, whatever... shit, i think i'm gonna puke."

mikey's shoulder shook a little as he laughed, almost covering up the sound of frank shutting the bathroom door behind him. you smiled, shifting around a little so that your head was on the pillow beside mikey's hip. you could hear the smile still in his voice when he stroked the space between your brows with his knuckle and whispered softly to you.

"night."

[imagine-notnatural]

This is set to be after the events of this post, sorry about the out of order posting

Anyways! More on Janitor! Readers (mis)adventures!

When you first arrived on base Michael thought he’d be stuck with a stick in the mud. And for sometime he wasn’t wrong. You went out of your way to avoid too many interactions with him and everyone else really, keeping quiet, letting conversations die, purposely avoiding tasks that required working with him, etc. You were coverless book and your title was incredibly boring so he wasn’t even going to try to crack you open. He didn’t even think the two of you would end up getting along.

But all it took was a graveyard shift, some cereal bars,and him telling you the order in which he poured his cereal for you to decide that you’d die on your hill and disagree with him for the two of you to become friends.(Later inseparable)

Back to now.

It wasn’t often a job called for both of you to work together. So when you’d received the call on your radio to meet with Mikey, you knew you’d be waking up the next day completely sore.

You’d been giving a task that would require the both of you. You were asked to clear out one of the buildings before some of the mechanics had to use it the next day. Michael was practically beaming when he entered the break room to find you reading the board for your charge.

“(Name)! You ready for backbreaking labor?!”

“Born ready, Big-Mike. Brought us snacks and everything,” you gesture to the inside of your olive green jumpsuit. Which is filled packets of pretzels, gummies, and protein bars. You held a couple cold drinks in your hand.

“Ugh! Yes! Do you need a house husband? I could be one if you’re going to be ”

“Not my type. I need my men to have more meat on them-“

“Nope- don’t like this- Let’s go!” He quickly stud up to grab a kart and headed towards the door. You chuckled and followed after him

“I noticed you have a couple pins on your bag when you came in today, did you start to collect them?” Michael asked, pushing forward the cart.

“I did actually. I found one on the street the other day, and when I went to go buy groceries from the farmers market today there was someone with a pop-up. I ended up getting a Perry the Platypus and Doctor Doofenshmirtz pin set and a pin that says ‘Ticket to Pound Town’ I'm planning to give as a gag gift-”

"Isn't that beastiality?" Michael asked with a grimace on his face.

"I can't stress this enough, Mikey, it's two separate ones and one is a gift."

“Oh okay...You know, one of my favorite Doofenshmirtz quotes is the one where he goes ‘It all began on the day of my actual birth, both of my parents failed to show up’”

“Mine’s where he goes ‘If I had a nickel every time I was doomed by a puppet, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot. But it's weird that it happened twice, right?”,”

Michael chuckled, “ I like that one too.”

The two of you continue to chatter on as you make your way to building.

You grab your keys as you arrive at the hangar. Once You'd unlocked and opened the door, you proceeded to turn around to help Michael lift the cart over the door's frame and get it inside. Just as you entered the threshold, you couldn't help the shiver the went down your spine.

"What is it?" Michael questioned, seeing as you'd twitched as you enter the building.

"Nothing, I think I'm just cold." You answered, trying to shake off the unease.

"Come on, if you go high and I go low, we'll probably finish faster."

The two of you nodded in agreement and went your separate ways. Michael grabbing a ladder and you clearing out miscellaneous tools and machinery.

"You should set that stuff outside, if you get the main door up a lil' you'll be able to set it out there." Michael called from the latter.

You took a glance at the front where the hangar's main entrance was, that shouldn't be that hard, you thought to yourself. You let Michael know you'd be right back as you walked over to the side of the door with the lock. You moved through the random assortment of boxes and

You stood frozen, staring down at the creature at your feet. Praying to whatever could hear to keep you from this fate. Alas you were left to fend for your own.

“Michael.”

…

“Michael”

Its antenna twitched innocently. Its beady little eyes shimmered under the the light. Its sleek black grey body reflected light as though it’d been polished.

“Michael! Mike- MICHAEL!”

“(Name)?”

. The beam of light from the overhead fixture seemed to follow it like a stage light follows its cast as it began to scurry, it could almost hear the sound of Tchaikovsky’s Swan lake beginning to play in the background-

“MICHAEL GET OVER HERE!” You jumped back, too frightened to turn around and give it your back. Michael rushed to you, his expression panicked then it turned disapproving as he saw what caused this reaction out of you

Feeling the earth beneath it tremble, it took to the skies

“IT’S FLYING MICHAEL- MICHAEL- AHHH! WHY IS IT FLYING?!”

“(Name), stop running! It’s just a-” the tables turned when it changed direction and headed for him,

“ah- AH WHAT THE-?!”

He quickly turned to the defense, swatting the air frantically. Michael’s words soon turned into incoherent screams as he missed the bug horrendously each time. However, he did not miss the fact that you had left him to deal with the roach on his own.

In tempo with the song in its head, it gracefully dodged every swat, not letting the giant deter it. It’s wings whirred in the air. Its trajectory decided.

“(NAME)! (NAME) hELP ME!” Michael screamed as he turned around to run,

“MIKEY RUN- MIKE, OH MY- MICHAEL I CAN’T-,” You were heaving heavily in a well lit area near the doorway.

“COME THIS WAY!” You cried out, rushing to the door and pushing it open,

The screech that left Michaels body was borderline inhuman as he ducked under the flying creature to get to the exit. He could feel the blood pumping into every muscle in his body worked in unison to get him out of there.

It felt like movie scene, Michael sprinting to the door as the flying cockroach speedily flew after him. You watched in terror as it followed after Michael, having whipped around once he’d managed to get past it.

You watched as Michael ran with all his might towards the door. You readied yourself behind the door.

You’d have to close it after him to save the both of you.

Michael dove through the door, yelling as he did“ CLOSEITCLOSEIT-“

“CLOSE IT!!”

You slammed the door shut once he’d passed through. The buzzing noise made by the flapping of its wings dulled by the thick metal door,

You put your back to the door and watched as Michael rolled over and lifted himself on his elbows, his eyes wide as they met with yours

You stared at each other for what felt like hours but in reality was only seconds

He was the first to crack, Michaels fearful expression had morphed into one of disbelief, then he began with his stifled laugh, and you, not able to not react, began to bite back a smile, then your heavy breath started sounding like laughing. You tried avoiding each others gazes but when you inevitably saw each others faces you couldn’t hold it together any longer.

First he began quiet, so did you. Then you couldn’t help yourself as you got louder, you tried covering your mouth but no avail. Seeing how you failed to keep it together, Michael laughed harder, then you did too.

It continued like that until you were both hysterical.

There was a lot of pointing at each other and keeling over while laughing so hard you couldn’t form coherent words.

“Aw fuck, HAH-, dude how are we gonna get shit done?” Michael wheezed out, finally sitting up. He dusted his elbows off and extended a hand.

“I don’t know but I’m not going back in there unless that’s shits gone,” You grabbed it and hauled him up, “I thought being scared of insects was ‘sTuPid’? Looked like you were just as scared as I was- if not more,”

“(Name), mate, it was flying at me,” he quickly defended, “it was coming straight for me! Of course it scared me!”

“Yeah but when I SAID-“

“YEAH YOU KNOW WHAT?! YEAH BECAUSE WHEN YOU SAID-“

As the two of you began your bickering, you both failed to notice the hulking figure that’d been watching the pair of you losing your minds for the last five minutes . Though who can blame you when his moniker is literally Ghost. It’s implied, I fear.

The pair of you were plenty distracted in your arguing. It wasn’t like he purposely had walked out of the building knowing he’d find the janitors seemingly fighting for their lives. it just happened. And now he was going to take note of it, but leave.

It was this motion that finally caught your attentions’. You paused in the middle of your argument with Michael. He quickly noticed and turned around to follow your gaze. When he saw who you saw, he quickly thought of a solution your problem.

You both turned back at each other, as Ghost’s broad back turned to face you and slowly began shrinking into the distance.

“ you know him, go, Ask him-“

“No I don’t?! I’m not asking him shit-“ you quickly denied

Michael grabbed you by the arm and whipped you around to face him, “ Then are you gonna do it?!” He glared,

“FfffAWK NO”

“WELL ME EITHER, so you go ask that big scary man to deal with it, nOW! HURRY! Before he goes!” He forced you in his direction. You stopped and turned around, you both had a silent battle of wills, your faces your weapons.

When Michael saw you weren’t budging, he merely grabbed the door knob and pointed at you then the door.

You wouldn’t, your face said

Oh yes I would, his seemed to reply

You glared at him before you turned around and began to jog to catch up to the lieutenant.

“Lieutenant- Sir! Lieutenant Riley! Wait-“

You had just turned the corner when you nearly bumped into the man.

As always you couldn’t see much of his face, baklava and what not. But you could see his eyes when he turned around and look down at you, he had a quirked eyebrow for a brief moment when he turned around

“What?” As if his figure wasn’t intimidating enough, that deep voice of his and the heaviness of his gaze on you surely were when your nerves were practically fried.

“Hi, Hello, good evening, uh, okay… I’d… if you have the time…there this- and I’ll-“

His eyebrows furrowed and you could explode right then and there

“ Wait okay,” you sighed, your hand squeezing the bridge of your nose, you dragged that same hand down your face before continuing,

“We don’t really know each other, I know this, you know this, but I need a favor-” your hands clapped together nervously, “ I restock y’all’s rec room in two days so whatever you want or need, I can get it for you, and if not that-“

For a moment he stood there just watching you squirm. Watching the way your face changed and how you continued to rattle on. You’re a fidgety speaker when nervous, just as Johnny had said. Your hands moving to accentuate your words or tug at the fabric of your jumpsuit. At this very second, one hand pointed a finger at him

“ and I’d say you at the very least owe me for the two times you scared the absolute shit out if me-“

He hadn’t even realized he’d zoned out starting at you until your hands handed on either side of your hips

“So you in or out?”

You stared at each other for a few seconds before Simon nodded,

You mentally dropped to your knees in gratitude before thanking him quickly and having him follow you to the old hangar where Michael was pacing out side the door.

When he caught sight of the lieutenant walking after you, his face visibly brightened. “ You’re the best!” He whispered shouted at you as you neared,

You had half a mind to flip him off but decided against it. You continued to the door, and turned ‘round to ensure the giant had followed after you.

The big guy is impossibly quiet, you’d thought to yourself on your walk over. And now that you stopped at the door you’d realized you hadn’t heard a single step of his.

“It’s inside, we just need you to kill it-“

“Sir, if you happen on any others feel free to get those too while you’re at it.” Michael added, his hands balled into the pockets of his jacket.

“You shut up,” you pointed an angry finger at him before turning back to Ghost with a pleading smile, “ but also what he said,”

You could’ve sworn you’d heard an amused huff come from the giant.

He opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

You and Michael waited silently beside the door. It was less than a minute before a sudden THWACK, made the two of you jump. Then it was followed by another, and then another, and following that another. It continued like this for five minutes; there was a sound of equipment being moved when a final THWACK was heard.

Ghost stepped outside with a folded up cardboard in his hand, you whipped around at the fight sight of a dismembered leg on it.

“It’s done,” was all he said when he shut the door behind him. “Get on with it,”

Michael was the first to thank him, nearing the door and opening it to look inside. Ghost grunted in reply and walked past him, not that Michael minded, too caught up in the massacre left begging to notice.

Simon dropped the cardboard on the ground before nearing you. At the sound of it, you turned around to face him, purposely not looking to his feet and instead focusing on his face.

“Thank you sir, really,” your eyes met his “ Any thoughts on how I can repay the favor?”

“ Wait and see NyQuil”

You visibly and viscerally cringed at the name,

“Yes sir, thank you sir,”

He huffed out a silent chuckle and began walking off.

Right then Michael poked out his head from the building, his face expressed awe,

“Ay mate you’ve gotta get in here- HEYWHAT THE-“

The rock you don’t remember picking up flew in his direction and dinged the metal of the building, only missing his dumb stupid face because he’d ducked back inside the building in time

“ I fucking told you not to call that shit! Now people are actually fucking calling me-“

“It’s COOL!” Michael yelled back

“No ITS NOT”

you throw a couple more pebbles before finally giving up. Despite your impeccable aim, it was no use if the bastard used the door as his shield.

You finally neared the door and pulled on it, you were met with resistance,

“ Mike open this door right now,”

“ so you can pelt me? No thank you,”

“ I won’t, I don’t even have anything in my hands,”

“ you’re lying,”

“ I’m not,”

“On our friendship you’re not?”

“Mhmm, on our friendship.”

The door creaked open. Michael’s body language unsure as he revealed himself to you. He quickly turned his eyes from your face to your hands, a sigh of relief escaped him when he saw them empty.

“ in all due respect, it’sa sick nickname”

“No it’s not. Shut up before I stone you to death, Mikey”

He smiled and moved out of the way, showing you in

“ yeah yeah just get to work scaredy cat,”

[frostedsugarcookiehearts]

✂ ┈and i know now that i'm so down; your lipstick stain is a work of art. (i got your name tattooed in an arrowheart.)┈

⚲ sophomore year, east wing dorm hall. earlier.

the basketball team, for as long as they remembered, had called you mike. entirely based off the joke that you were the 'team mvp', since you always squeezed them in for a cheap haircut right before a date or a big game. mike was from michael jordan, basically saying you were their star player.

charlie missed that memo. in fact, he threw all the memos the minute he saw you. even though it was his second year at university, his teammates still bitched about how he "hadn't got a haircut from ol' mike yet" or how he "needed a touch up". it was relenting; every single practice it was somehow brought up.

clearly, he was a damn fool for thinking that mike was a male hairdresser, and an average one at that. he walked into a dorm on the third floor, absolutely swamped with people in basketball jerseys. well, at least he was in the right place, right? the right place being the inaugural homecoming party for the team.

charlie wandered around aimlessly, trying to find one of his teammates he could awkwardly stick next to for the party. but all of them were posted up with a girl, a lazy arm slung around her shoulder or waist and slurring their words already. sheesh.

as he backed up to give his teammate brody a wide berth (him and that random girl were getting hot and heavy for a public space), he bumped into someone. "ohmygosh! sorry about that, are you okay—" he whipped his head around to see a girl.

you were a blur of long, wavy brunette hair and wearing a black radio silence t-shirt, a pair of baggy jeans tied with a studded belt than hung low on your hips and black converse, plus some eye-catching silver jewelry. he gulped, his cheeks flushing the second he made eye contact with you. liking your outfit, he gave it one more appreciative glance before locking his nervous eyes onto your pretty face.

"don't sweat it," you assured him, smiling. "you new here? never seen you before."

charlie looked at you and gaped. when he realized that you were expecting him to answer, his mouth moved faster than his brain. "er— yeah. i'm a freshman." he blurted.

"oh? what's your major?" your interest not piqued, you swirled your drink around in a red solo cup. you'd had this conversation with seven different guys tonight already, you were not in the mood for this again.

"computer science. i know, it's kinda dorky, but i like it." he shrugged shyly, pink dusting his cheeks. "what, uhm... what about you?" you stare at him blankly until he clarifies, "your major, i mean."

it's almost as if a spark ignited in your mind. "oh! i'm an art major." he was, out of the seven, the first to ask you the question back. a low bar, for sure. "i love it, too. it's like... my passion." you started to talk animatedly, using your hands to communicate your excitedness.

you glanced back up at charlie, seeing him staring right at you with an unreadable expression. "you, uh, don't care.. do you?" you smile sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck and feeling a little embarrassed.

his eyes widen comically. "nono! i do, i just—"

brody had found his way towards the two of you, stumbling and leaning on charlie for support, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "dalgeish, my man!" he slurred his words, a charming grin crossing his face. "seems like you met mikey already, our mvp."

your expression is deadpan, but a smile tugs at the edge of your lips. "brody, flattering as ever." you reply sarcastically, shooting an apologetic grin towards charlie.

you were 'mike'? he wasn't expecting mike to be... a girl. and well, a pretty one at that.

brody slapped charlie on the back so hard it jolted him back into reality. "so mike, can you fix up our boy here before his big debut game? he's been killing it during preseason."

"really?"

charlie could crawl into a hole and die right now. seemed more preferable than this conversation. "uh. uh." he stammered, managing an amalgamation of noises that sounded enough like an agreement.

"i'll get you looking perfect for your big game. c'mon, dalgein, was it?" you smiled, gesturing towards the bathroom. charlie was so entranced by you that he forgot to correct you. more like he didn't have the balls to anyway, you intimidated him a little with that cool-girl aura you had, but nonetheless he followed behind you like a stray dog.

he sat on the edge of your bathtub as he watched you grab a hairtie, putting your long hair up into a messy bun. he could see the underside of your hair was dyed pink and light blonde, kind of making you look like his favorite ice cream flavor growing up, neapolitan.

"i like your hair. it's funky." he blurted before even fully realizing what he was saying, a mortified expression striking his face the second he processed what he just said.

a guffaw left your lips, instead of the noise of disgust he assumed. "that's quite the way with words you have."

"maybe i should be an english major instead," a genuine grin spread across his face, a goofy smile making his crows feet crinkle.

you lean your hip against the sink, shaking your head and chuckling. "i could never. too much sitting still."

he quipped, "my dyslexic ass could never," with a self-deprecating grin on his face, at the exact same time you quipped, "my adhd ass could never." you two burst into giggles at the realization you two made the same joke at the same time.

your hands were a little shaky, you'd only cut one or two peoples hairs before. assuming that boasting about your experience would get you more customers (it did) left out the part where you actually needed the experience. but you'd seen enough youtube videos and gotten your hair cut and dyed enough where you basically knew everything you needed to know.

charlie's hair was uneven in every angle at first, unruly and knotted in some places, though it didn't look it, but eventually you managed to tame it. it was a quick trim, nothing major, but you were determined to make it look good.

your tongue jutted out past your lips a little, which is what you always did when you were focusing intently― rather that be on cutting hair or an art final― and charlie couldn't help the thoughts invading his brain about how he wanted to kiss you stupid.

after he was done and you lead him to the mirror, a nervous yet anticipating smile on your face, he stared at his hair. and immediately seemed to light up. "woah!" he touched his face, as if he was making sure he was actually real. "i look hot."

"who said you didn't before?" you scoffed, immediately freezing as still as a wax statue. liquid courage was really something, huh? you'd regret that in the morning.

charlie's cheeks flushed an embarrassing shade of pink as he giggled shyly, pushing a freshly cut lock of hair behind his ear. he didn't reply to your comment, trying to ease your embarrassment from the brazen comment and instead kept admiring your handiwork.

after a few deafening moments of silence, he turned to you, a satisfied smile on his face. "thanks, michelangelo." he pulled out a twenty, folding it between his index and middle, holding it out for you to take expectantly.

plucking the dollar bill from his hand, you let out a confused "huh?" where did that nickname come from?

"well, that's what mike's short for, right?"

the smile on his face is too cute for you to ruin. so you lie. well, not necessarily, you just.. stretch the truth a little. "uh... yeah." an uneasy grin graces your lips. "no problem, dalgeish."

"charlie," he corrected gently.

"charlie," you repeated. rarely, and by rarely you meant never, did you do this, but your heart tugged at you to. as charlie walked back into the party, you grabbed a spare piece of paper from your coffee table and scribbled pay me by taking me out instead <3 onto the paper hastily, binding it to the $20 bill with a paperclip. yeah, all the other guys on the basketball team paid you, but taking money from charlie felt like taking it from a little kid.

smoothly, you walked by charlie, putting the note and his money back in his pocket.

it wasn't until after the game the next day, after he was changing out of his sticky uniform and into his casual clothes, about to go out with the team for a "winner's feast" (he had made the game-winning shot in the last ten seconds, and they insisted this was a moment that needed to be celebrated), he found it.

as he shimmied into his jeans, he felt around for his keys and found the crumpled up dollar with the note attached.

he smiled, seeing the name signed at the bottom.

your michelangelo. <3

divider credits @cafekitsune

athlete!charlie belongs to @slimeypaws !! go check jay out please <3 what a lovely guy

[livfastdieyoung69]

(the girl across the street pt.2)

January sucks. Everyone and their damn mothers does their dumb New Year’s Resolutions, and decides they want to lose weight. In turn, no one eats out, and every restaurant you could possibly think of gets no business. Dead, completely empty. Including The Beef.

Mikey had taken to the office to pretend to do paperwork, but after a couple games of Candy Crush, he’d grown bored again. With a big sigh, he pulled himself out of the chair in the way every man who’s either above 30 or works too much does. The office door opens, and the rest of the staff are sitting around, grumbling and staring at the clock. There wasn’t even anything left to clean, The Beef hadn’t been this spotless since last January.

Mikey mumbles, goin’ for a smoke, while he leaves, just loud enough so that hopefully someone caught it. Wasn’t like they’d need him anyways, but he heard at least one grumble of acknowledgment before the door closed behind him.

He took his usual spot, on the milk crates stacked up right on the corner- it let you see down the creepy alley behind every restaurant on this side of the street, and down the even creepier alley just between The Beef and its neighboring building that led towards the road.

He should’ve wore a coat, but the breeze was sorta nice and it wasn’t snowing anymore. A lot nicer than sitting inside the office, he always got a headache if he stayed in there for two long (that was probably the mold in the ceiling). The silence was nice too, calming for the usual rush hours.

A whistle, sharp and high-pitched, but quiet in the pushing wind travels to Mikey’s ears. He perks up in his seat- looking down creepy alley one, to find nothing. Another whistle, telling him, practically speaking to him, in her silky, smooth voice and he can picture her little smirk while it whispers from her lips- wrong way.

He stands, tries to hide the grin that grows on his face by holding his head downwards as he starts walking towards her silhouette. She’s leaning against the light pole right in front of the pizza place, a cigarette in her hand too. Mikey remembers the one in his hand at the sight of hers, and has to drop it in the middle of the road before it burns him.

She just stares at him while he approaches- taking a drag and letting the smoke flow from her teeth. He wouldn’t have noticed the small black piece in her ear, but something was playing loud enough that it just sounded like muffled drums to him. She takes Mikey in, looking up and down while offering the cigarette.

Little cold for no coat, hm? God, she fucking kills him. Her and that playful little tone, it kills him. He shrugged, handing the cigarette back. Wasn’t very often he found himself speechless, but here she had him, with no words. Silence comes by again, and they listen to the wind while it passes along. Wanna pizza? She could see he was pretending like he wasn’t cold, and had nothing better to do than bring him inside.

Mikey follows her back to the pizza place, and watches as she grabs a dough from the fridge, coating it in flour and tossing it around. She lets him pick the toppings and he asks if she owns the place. Hell no, she scoffs, but family does.

While the pizza cooks she sits on the metal culinary table, and Mikey wags a finger at her and tells her, thats unsanitary, ma’am, with his big grin. She scoffs at him, yeah, okay, and pushes his shoulder just a little, and tells him how she just saw Richie standing on the front counter yesterday. She hops off anyways, and stands hip to hip with him instead.

They stay in the back when it’s done, and eat it on an unfolded pizza box off of the metal table she’d been sitting on earlier. Mikey teases, and pretends to write her a bad review, and she shoves his shoulder again and walks off with the promises of a soda.

She comes back with a bottle, liquid swinging in its plastic while she sways to the song that started playing over the radio while she was gone. His grin grows when he notices she’s humming the guitar solo under her breath.

“Got some skills, there.” He tries his hand at teasing, but she just keeps going, and her humming turns into lip syncing, and suddenly she’s dancing over in front of him. He’s laughing, and now she’s singing, and taking his hands in hers, and leaning back so he has no choice but to steady her with a hand to the hips and the other splaying across her lower back.

If she don’t her way, she’ll slice you apart,she grins, a finger pulling him closer by the shirt, moves like a cat, her shoulders shimmy just a little and her feet shuffle, taking him with her until her backs to the other counter feet away, if you don’t get her game, you might not make it back.

Mikey finds himself speechless again, and hopes to god no one sees what this women does to him. He knows one thing though, that song was sure as hell made for her.

She’s got the looks that kill, she finally finishes with the song, swaying back over to her seat, and he can’t find anything else in himself to do but shake his head and finish his slice.

An hour later he opens the back door to The Beef back up, trying to contain his grin, and hiding the leftover plastic wrapped pizza under his shirt. Before he can run back into the office, Richie is glaring at him, arms crossed like a scored mother.

She’s got you bad man. He shakes his head before Mikey can even defend himself. Bad.

[mimastuff]

Headconnons of Rise Tmnt with a secret spider-sona s/o!

Summary - the rise boys s/o had been acting strange ever since the new hero has come to save nyc during the day. One time the gang needed backup and luckily Donnie had sent out a radio frequency that had you getting on your suit and running to help them. But what if your turtle seems to notice the similarities between the two of you? This made your turtle question you more and well it might have just revealed your secret identity…

TW: fluff , mentions of monsters, food, creepy alley ways, fear, mentions of physical touch and opening up.

Pairings: (separate) rise!boys x gn!reader

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“Guys he’s gaining on us ! We need to find shelter for a second to at least discuss what we do next.” Raphael’s voice boomed as the four boys ran away from what looked as though to be a mutated sewage monster. Donnie’s voice perked up at that ,” all ready on it raph !”

“Here behind this alley. We can stay here until we are ready to fight again” raph pulled them all into a deep alley way that would have any normal person running with the creeps. “What do you mean ‘till we are ready to fight again’? Are the people of New York gonna be okay!” Leo’s eye roll at mikeys worries could be felt for miles. They peered around to see people running and screaming. “Eh they will be fine for a while , at least it will keep him busy”

You could hear raph speak down the alley that your spidey senses had sent you towards. Oh me gosh. You were bound to get caught! Your boyfriend could sense you from a mile away ,in costume or not. This is not going to be good.

“Hey guys what was that noise?” Mikey questioned. They all faced the sudden roll of a garbage can lid and the silhouette of the hero that could be seen throughout Fox News. You in the flesh, stood before themselves. “What are you doing her-“ Donnie barged into Leo’s rant and cut him off.

“Ahh I see you got my radio frequency ! We need a slight favour after all we have done for this city before you came. There is a mutant sewage monster out there terrorising people.” You look at them all with confusion as through what you hear them talk about this seems a quite normal mission “And what is the catch?” You tilted your head and looked around at the boys again. You landed on your boyfriend whom was staring at you with questioning eyes. Maybe this was a bad idea after all…

Raph

- after that incident it was all he could think about

- The way you sounded so familiar and you felt so safe with them.

- Especially with him.

- He needed answers and fast so he did what any normal person would do.

- He went to you.

- As he climbed up the stair case leading to your apartment on the side of the wall a sent rang through his nose.

- Pizza.

- He looked up in your window to see you dancing to your favourite song while placing some slices of his favourite food on a paper plate.

- He was going to walk in he swears !

- But something in him made him stay put

- As you pulled a confused face , you turned around and opened your pantry with your webs.

- You grabbed some ketchup and closed it with your hip.

- He was shocked.

- The clogs turned in his brain. His partner was his only competition.

- He was filled with pride as he had seen what you have fought before on TV.

- His heart couldn’t help but sting with rage and a hint of worry as what you had already gone through was larger than any other.

- He felt betrayed as him of all people would understand what you had gone through.

- He opened your window and walked in.

- You noticed he was in the room and turned around with a smile.

- Eventually after many slices of pizza he brought it up.

- You finally confessed to him that you were in fact spider-man!

- You guys talked for hours about the new boundaries that needed to be set in place

- He would stop the worrying if you opened up more to him

- If that happened, you both swore you would reward each other with lots of love !

- That was a deal no one could refuse :)

Mikey

- When he eventually saw you in the alley way his first thought was ‘there the same height as my partner! Cool :p’

- Bless his heart , really.

- He became more and more restless by the day of whom was behind the mask.

- Sure he had thought you were extremely cool and helped out a lot since you guys kinda shared the villans.

- But even he got jealous at the attention you would get , whether that be positive or not.

- You could feel that something was bothering mikey.

- As we all know mikey is happy to open up and especially to you

- And he is a known bad liar.

- So the truth would have been revealed either way.

- You sat him down at the lair and had a talk about why he has been so strange to say the least.

- Mikey opened up about how he couldn’t shake the feeling of maybe knowing who spider-man actually is.

- You felt in your heart it was the right time to tell him the truth.

- You revealed your secret to him by webbing his notebook and passing it to him.

- His brain caught on and he couldn’t be happier for you !

- He now has more drawing inspiration and can help you more with costume design

- Thats what i call a win , win scenario ;)

- He does feel like he wants you to come to him more about your adventures

- After all he would totally understand!

- I feel like he would also patch you up from a mission

- He would love to do the spider-man kiss with you as well

- He’s very romantic, let him be :)

Leo

- I feel as though he would get very suspicious about who your true identity is

- He would 100% ask loads of questions about you and your skills during the mission

- I feel like he would be such a huge fan of you

- Like some of his moves where inspired by yours

- He would try to impress you and would fail miserably…

- Anyways , after he would ask to hang out again !

- You thought it was cute that he didn’t realise his own partner was behind the mask

- But who were you to complain 🤷‍♀️

- After the whole mission he wouldn’t shut up about it to you

- He was apparently now best friends with spider-man

- You felt a little betrayed as it felt like he loved your hero side more than someone he has known longer

- The real you.

- When it all started to stop , he caught you grabbing something with your webs

- The smirk on your turtle boyfriend was permanently tattooed into your brain

- To your surprise he was in awe of you even more

- spider-man was his s/o

- Sick !

- The only problem is that you have to keep reminding him it’s a secret

- Multiple times he almost slipped up the secret to his brothers

- Obviously trying to brag about his super hero s/o

- You shushed him out of the room which was left with 3 very confused turtles

- Which left one love-sick turtle to yourself :)

- I can see him being your biggest supporter 100%

- He just loves you very much ❤️

Donnie

- he would be so proud of himself that his radio frequency actually worked

- He is secretly in awe of you and loves your work

- He thought it was weird that Sheldon was so calm with you there

- He didn’t really over think it that much as you probably have a more safe aura as you are a Hero after all

- Later , when he came back to the lair he Told you of his latest inventions and you both fell asleep together.

- When don awoke , he couldn’t help shake off the feeling that he knew who spider-man actually was

- So he was up earlier that usuall installing a detection program into his goggles

- This was his most genius yet!

- The plan was simple.

- Meet up with spider-man again , scan them and find out who they really are!

- But he wasn’t sure it would work and he needed a test subject.

- You woke up to your name being called and a scan done by Donnie’s goggles.

- You were afraid of him finding out your secret identity.

- So , you just left him to it.

- When walking back to your apartment, you felt a vibration in your pocket.

- It’s safe to say the phone call had you walking back to the lair as he had in fact revealed your little secret.

- The long talk of why you didn’t tell him and to eventually open up more was very successful.

- After , he even designed some tech for your suit and helped you defeat villans of your own !

- He was over the moon and felt so much love for his own friendly neighbourhood spider-man.

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And that’s it ! I really hope you guys enjoyed this special treat :) my requests are open if you want me to make any of them ! <333

[shreddeddescent]

so like i did write out something i doubt i'd ever draw. kind of the backstory for this whole thing, without backing myself into a corner with the nitty gritty of specifics in case i want to change anything.

this is 13 yr old raph, 12 yr old leo, and 9 yr old donnie and mikey on the day they left home. aka ran away from shredder.

warnings for referenced child abuse. nothing depicted, but character's talking about their experiences.

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This was it.

Raphael calmly as he could walked out of Doctor Stockman's lab. Then down the hall. Down the stairs.

Then he started running towards their room. Ran down 4 flights, being careful not to be spotted by any guards on the way. Luckily, he was a very good ninja.

When he got to their room he saw all of his brothers and slammed the door behind him, leaning against it.

They all looked at him with confusion. Then worry. Mostly worry from Mikey.

He didn’t have time to answer questions right now. He shook off the nerves and looked at each of them.

“We need to leave. Right now.” He started grabbing Mikey's few beat up toys from his bed and pulled the pillow cover off his pillow, stuffing them all inside it like a sack.

“What?” Asked Donnie. He made no sign that he was going to move.

“Now?” Tried Leo. “Where the fuck was this last—“

“NOW!” Raph whisper shouted and stared at him. Leo saw something in his eye. He started to look worried and then looked around the room for anything he wanted.

Seeing Leo take it seriously, Donnie started doing the same.

Mikey watched Raph curiously, growing frustrated at he was touching his stuff. Raph then bent down to touch his arm.

“We’re not coming back here. I know where to get us safe, and I’m gonna get all your guys out too, we’re gonna be okay but you have to be the best most quietest fastest ninja you’ve ever been, got it?”

Mikey looked at him with a very determined look and nodded.

Raph looked at Donnie next, worrying how he would make it down 14 flights of stairs.

He assessed the room. Leo had a bag, Donnie had a bag, Raph had Mikey's bag.

He gave the bag of stuffed animals to Leo.

“You take this.” He turned to Donnie. “I know you don’t like this but I’m going to carry you. It’s a long way we have to be fast. I don't want you getting hurt and getting caught.”

Donnie sensed the seriousness and nodded, tying his pillow case into a bag and slinging the knot over his wrist. He held his arms out for a lift. Raph turned and bent down to give him a piggyback, then turned to face his other two brothers.

“Follow me. Stay quiet. Don’t be spotted. Don’t wander off. We’re going to the basement. There’s an exit. No questions, we deal with it later. Clear?”

They all nodded.

He turned, adjusting Donnie on his back, and then peered out the room. The coast was clear so he booked it for the stairs, carrying Donnie and vaguely sensing his brothers behind.

When he made it to the stairway he turned, checking they were there before he started jogging down. Mikey utilized the rails for a boost.

Everyone’s adrenaline pumped through their veins, this was the most serious mission they’d ever been on. It was a long way down, but they were fast.

When they made it to ground level Mikey was now in Leo’s arms, holding on to both of their bags. He must have gotten tired.

Raph checked the main hall. He saw a guard at either main exit. That didn't matter, they were headed somewhere else. He tucked and crawled out of view, turning into the maintenance room to the side and being very quiet as he tip toed down the metal stairs down. It was hard with the added weight of Donnie, but he was a professional.

By the time Mikey and Leo got down, they all heard a radio call from the main room.

Shredder was asking someone to check their room.

He eyed his brothers again and gestured with a head tilt to the boiler room behind him.

They all walked in and Raph put Donnie down for a moment to pull at the grate in the corner. A musty smell came from beneath.

Leo wandered over to help him pull, Raph hadn’t realized how much his hands were shaking.

Together they managed to lift it and push it up against the wall. Leo hopped down, Raph heard a splash as he hit water but it wasn’t too loud over the hum of the boiler.

Raph grabbed Donnie and carefully lowered him into Leo’s waiting arms. He then chucked the bags down.

He looked at Mikey, who was taking all of this like a champ. Realizing the drop was too much for 3'5 Mikey, he lay on his stomach and held out his arm to to him, who grabbed it and allowed himself to be lowered into the hole. He heard a plop as he landed and then Raph did a once over. They’d grabbed everything, it would probably be about 5 minutes before father was tearing the place apart looking for them.

He grabbed the grate as he sat on the edge of the tunnel down, needing to leave this place looking as undisturbed as possible.

He took a deep breath, and climbed down, holding the side as he lowered the grate back into its original position, and then sliding down the wall to meet his brothers in the water with a splash.

They all looked at him with nervous eyes. Now what?

Leo had Donnie on his back, who motioned with his hand to ask if now they could speak again.

Raph looked up, then around. Then held up his hand in a “wait.”

This was where his mother said to go. He only saw one way forward so he scooped up all the bags and started walking. Mikey followed, holding on to his arm so as to not lose him. Leo waded after, Donnie comfortable on his back.

They walked about 5 minutes through the one way tunnel before Leo decided to break the silence.

“What the hell happened?”

Raph felt all the eyes on him and turned.

“Dad was about to… start over.” He answered carefully.

“What does that mean?” Donnie asked.

Raph gulped. He didn’t know what to say. How to say it. He barely understood it himself.

“He told me we failed his tests. He wanted to start over with new turtles but he was… gonna need to use us to do that.”

“Like Frankenstein style?” Mikey asked, tugging on his arm.

Raph let out a half-hearted laugh. It didn't not sound correct. He could work with that. “Yeah. Something like that."

Donnie looked queasy. Leo looked suspicious. Raph just hoped he wouldn't ask more about it.

“It makes sense, but ugh…�� Donnie mumbled against Leo’s neck.

“How did you know where to go?” Leo walked beside him, staring at him funny.

“Someone’s supposed to meet us here.”

“Who?”

Raphs mouth twitched.

“You’ll see, but please be nice. She’s… fragile. About her looks.”

They walked for about 3 more minutes before entering a crossroads. In the center of which was the form of a small round creature, wearing a dirty robe.

Raph stopped. His brothers stopped behind him.

His mother was standing in front of him within arms reach, she was much smaller than he thought, with tired eyes and long greying hair.

She saw them approach and she clasped her little rat paws over her mouth, eyes wide. She was about to cry.

Raph instantly ran up to her and fell to his knees, wrapping his arms around her tightly. He felt paws on his head and back, she kissed the top of his head and laughed.

“Did you really get them all out you beautiful brave boy?” She gripped his chin with her paws and made him look up. She had the saddest eyes but warmest smile. She was so beautiful.

“I-I did…”

She looked over at them, holding her arms out.

Mikey just stared in confusion. Leo looked like a slow realization was dawning on him. Donnie could only stare from Leo’s back.

“Is… are you… mom..?” Leo stepped forward. Donnie had slid down off his back and was finally ankle deep in the water with the rest of them.

She nodded and let out a sad laugh.

“Yes, I know I look… like this. And I know it’s been so long, but I hope—“

Leo was at Raph's side in an instant, hugging her equally as tight.

“I-I thought you were dead!” He cried between the sobs into her shoulder.

Mikey tugged on Donnie’s arm.

“We have a mom?” He asked.

“I don’t remember…” said Donnie.

Leo and Raph just kept hugging her.

“Ugh, I’m sorry boys we can continue this soon.” She placed a kiss on each of their heads and then very gently pushed them back.

“We’re okay here for the moment, but it would be best if we move out. I have a place where your father won’t find us. We can talk there.”

Raph and Leo both rubbed their eyes and put their brave faces back on. It came relatively easier than it should have.

Leo went to pick Donnie up again. The rat noticed this.

“What’s wrong with Donatello?” She asked, concerned.

Donnie gave her a look and then tucked his head into Leo’s neck shyly.

“Nothing, he just ends up in a lot of pain if he strains himself too much.” Raph answered for him as he scooped their bags up again.

“Oh… I’m very sorry, Donatello. Perhaps we can look into helping you with that?”

She gave the back of his shell a gentle pet.

The family began trudging through the water following her. Mikey was walking near her and watching her curiously.

“Are you really our mom?”

She gave him a sad smile and nodded.

“I know you might not remember, you were very young…”

He shrugged. “How are you our mom? You’re not a turtle.”

“Mikey, Dad's not a turtle either.” Leo rolled his eyes.

“Yeah but I always thought that’s why we were half human. So we had a turtle mom and a human dad.”

"Your sample wouldn’t work, you’d need another of the same species to get a purebred."

"I have three more."

Raph turned his head quickly to check behind him, stopping a moment.

The horrible concept of what he was escaping was dawning on him. He’d wanted to use his brothers as….

“Raph?”

Leo pulled him out of his thoughts.

He looked back at his brother, he saw the rest of his family beside him.

“Huh?”

“You’re spacing out.” Donnie noted.

Raph shook his head and continued after them. Leo slowing to keep pace with him.

“How long did you know mom was alive without saying anything?”

He frowned.

“Just a few days. She… was in the vents in the kitchen when I was getting snacks for Mikey the other night. You know, after dad made him skip dinner." He was avoiding Leo's gaze.

“How can the two of you be so sure she’s your mother?” Donnie questioned. He sounded skeptical.

“Just a note Don, she’s got really good hearing.” Raph bumped Donnie’s back with one of the, now damp, pillow cases full of all their earthly possessions.

He didn’t care for that and grumbled into Leo’s neck.

Leo adjusted his weight on his back with a huff.

“But you didn’t tell me.”

“We weren’t talking.” Raph stared dead ahead, watching her be quizzed by Mikey. They hadn’t been on speaking terms, Raph had been furious with having his place taken, and Leo angry he was forced to. They blamed each other.

“But THIS? This is something you say!”

“You wanted me to tell you out of the blue mom was alive and a rat now? That she was waiting for me in the walls? Would you have believed me?”

“I guess not, but still…”

“She was trying to tell me to leave, that it wasn’t safe.”

He sensed Leo’s eyes on him again but he just stared at his mom, getting lost in thought.

“What took so long on that front then? Was it not enough when dad locked me on the roof two days ago?”

Raph just stared at the swishing rat tail rippling through the water.

Leo waited for an answer, he didn't get one.

“Ugh. Figures. Did you even know about that?”

He did know. Leo’s lack of discipline was getting him in trouble in training, when he went to look to Raph for help he’d been slapped by their father. He then lashed out in anger, and the entire thing caused a meltdown that literally had him chucked up to the roof and locked out for hours. What Leo wasn’t aware of was that they could all hear him scream.

“He was gonna do something worse.” Raph mumbled. He didn’t want to tell him.

“The hell could be— ow!” Donnie had bitten his shoulder.

“I’m tired of fighting.” He said. “Just shut up.”

They walked in silence for a bit before Mikey pulled back to where Raph was and held his arms out.

“I’m tired.” He clasped his hands open and closed to ask for a ride.

Raphs arms were full but he leaned down anyway. Mikey clambered onto his back and held on to him around his neck. It wasn’t very comfortable, but he could hardly complain. Donnie was way heavier.

“Raph!” Mikey whisper shouted in his ear.

“Yeah?” He whispered back.

“I don’t think this rat is our mom.”

“Oh yeah why’s that?”

“She does not know the names of all my stuffed animals.”

He snorted.

“Mikey you got half of those while she was gone.”

“It’s very suspicious!”

“You’ll have to introduce me to them all, I’m sure I can learn.” She called out from the front without looking back.

Mikey and Donnie exchanged a look.

She did have good ears.

After trudging through the water for what felt like hours they came upon a tunnel with no water. It was about ten feet wide, and there was dim emergency lights along the ceiling. There was a strange vehicle parked in the middle.

The vehicle was an old truck, muddy with a faded white paint job and a logo on the side, but the dirt and grime made it hard to read.

Then a human got out of the front seat.

They were large, wearing a reflective yellow jumpsuit and had bright red hair.

The turtles stopped in their tracks. They didn’t know what to make of humans.

“Splinter!” They called out. “Oh my god is that them?!”

The rat wandered up to the human and the two clasped hands together.

They all exchanged a look.

“Yes, these are my sons! They came!”

The human gave them one of the warmest smiles Raph had ever seen and kneeled down to try and be less threatening.

“I’m April. Your mom's told me a lot about you, I’m here to help get you somewhere safe.” She gave the truck door a pat with her gloved hand.

None of the turtles moved. Humans were dangerous, they were supposed to hunt them. That’s what they’d been taught.

But she seemed so welcoming….

Mikey hopped off Raphs back and walked up to her, holding out his hand.

“Hi! I’m Mikey!” She took his hand and shook it dramatically.

“Nice to meet you Mikey! Whoa you’re really strong!” She acted as if her hand was stuck in a painful grip, Raph could see the tactic.

Mikey laughed and let go. “Do humans usually have hair like that? I’ve never seen that colour!”

She laughed and rubbed her hand over her head.

“No, I’m just very special.” She was open to being pestered by Mikey, that was warming them up to her. No one but them ever enjoyed being pestered by Mikey.

“Do we trust this….?” Leo asked softly.

“Nardo, do you trust this less than turning around and going home?” Donnie kicked him softly in the stomach for good measure.

“Oof, good point…”

They wandered over and April stood to her full height, she was much taller than them, but she didn’t feel threatening.

“Oh here, let me help you with those!” She took all of the sad pillow cases and gently placed them in the bed of the truck.

She then opened the front door and pulled the seat back to open up to the back row.

“Here, you boys look tired. I’ve got some snacks back there for you too.”

They all went bug eyed and clambered into the back of the van. It was warm and cozy, there was a faint oily smell but there was also water bottles, chips and granola bars stacked in the cup holders and down the pockets of the back of the front seats.

And they couldn’t help themselves but dig in.

They weren’t allowed to snack, that was a big rule. It’s why Raph had a secret stash. This was an adult letting them gorge themselves on food.

Raph peered out the window and saw April give his mom a hug before she turned back to the truck and pulled the front seat back to sitting position. Their mom climbed in the passenger seat and April got in after.

“Ok everybody, buckle up, we got a long drive.”

Raph and Leo were at either window, Mikey and Donnie between them.

Raph helped Mikey put his seat belt on first. He was covered in wrappers right now, looking very pleased with himself.

“What kind of car is this?” Donnie asked suddenly. "I've never seen one like this."

“Ah, just standard issue Ford for all us city maintenance workers. She’s not special but she gets the job done.” April answered as she started the car. “Do you guys like music?”

They all looked at her funny. She winced a little as she looked at them in the rear view mirror.

“Oof, okay I’m gonna put on some Queen. Tell me if you hate it.”

The rumble of the truck as it started moving was so calming. Raph leaned against the window, looking out into the darkness. There was a soft sounding beat playing on the radio that seemed to line up with the gravelly bumps they were hitting.

“Here boys.”

Their mom was hanging over the front seat to pass them blankets. Raph took them and passed them out. He wrapped Mikey up and draped his over the back of his shoulders. Mikey took it upon himself to unwrap himself and share the front part of his over Raph's lap and cuddle up against him. It was better than leaning on Donnie.

“How come April called you Splinter? Is that your name?” Mikey asked her.

April laughed.

Splinter shook her head and smiled.

“No, it’s a nickname. April found me wandering these tunnels years ago. She was looking for some scary creature she had called “the splinter” and decided that was me. She is very silly like that." She playfully slapped April's arm.

“Listen you were the creature I was looking for. I just didn’t know you could talk!”

“Can I call you Splinter?” Mikey asked.

She groaned dramatically. “See what you’ve done this will never stop now!” She joked and then turned back to Mikey. “You can call me Splinter if you’d like.”

“Okay!”

Raph kept listening to the music. It was something “pressure.” He tried to parse out the lyrics but half of it sounded like nonsense. It was catchy though.

‘cuz love's such an old fashioned word and love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night and love dares you to change your way of caring about ourselves this is our last dance this is our our last dance this is ourselves under pressure’

He didn’t think there had ever been a safer place to be then right here. For once he didn’t feel like he needed to watch over his brothers.

He felt the adrenaline finally drain from him completely, no longer buzzy and panicked, no longer scared of being caught, dragged back into that lab and used by his father and Stockman. There was actual adults present for once, safe ones. Ones who could take care of them instead for a change. He felt safe.

And then let himself fall asleep.

[sophiacloud28]

Lady - Hear Me Tonight (One shot)

Thanking @thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos for this one. She has made a wonderful playlist for the Disaster Twins and I happened to listen to this one for the first time, tried to dissuade myself that this didn't have Leo written all over it before I heard "I feel love for the first time" and signed my death warrant. So thank you Tats and I give to you a pining Leo.

One-shot, pining Rise Leo, set in main timeline

He shouldn’t be this happy. He should not be staring at his room’s ceiling like it’s filled with stars. And he certainly should not be thinking, hoping that wherever you’re taking him is far enough that his brothers can’t reach him.

But he is. He is closing his eyes and imagining you and him in a place where no one recognizes either of you. An unbidden smile finds his lips with a chuckle as you come at him with the sharp wit he knows you’re capable of. And whether he likes it or not, he can hear your laughter, see your smile as he turns around with a groan, trying to keep your voice from ringing in his ears while raising the sound of the radio.

Only to lower it with another groan when he hears a love song.

Way to stab him in the heart. Way to remind him that you're up there enjoying your best life and he's down here, looking at the inside of his train car like something's wrong.

Nothing is. He's inspected the damn place four times already last week alone. And yet…

He looks at the midnight-blue blanket beside him as he sits up. He plays with the white border while appreciating the weight of it on his lap. And he brings it to his nose, hoping, praying to catch something, anything only to put it down when nothing comes.

It's been a month. They passed two weeks without you and with someone from his past in your room. So while nothing has changed… something definitely has.

He wants you down here. He wants to open his phone and bug you. But it's the afternoon, almost evening and you're…

You're Mikey's right now. Or you will be in an hour or two. He can't interrupt that. He can't touch that. Time with the rest of his family is sacred. He can't…

You're not his. He needs to stop. This obsession with your behavior isn't healthy and it's going to break him. It already strained his relationship with Donnie more than it already was, so why does he want this?!

Mi Luz (12:25) Looking forward to this weekend despite the snow?

(12:25) Leon Just sounds like we'll have to cozy up with blankets.

Mi Luz (12:25) I'll pack some extra, then. And bring your weighted blanket!

…

"Fuck," he swears, covering his head with a pillow.

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[plotwhatplot]

lil scenario i cooked up from my mcr crossover au while writing diabolical shi :)

just lil silly thingz from my crossover au <3 ive been working on this au for like- a week so im glad i can start to make content abt it!

characters: Gerard Way, Daisy (OC), Frank Iero, Ray Toro, killjoys, mikey way, bli hoes

THIS IS NOT RPF, ALL CHARACTERS INVOLVED ARE WRITTEN ABOUT IN A FICTIONAL SENSE

so basically i took my mcr au and crossed it w/ the killjoys au which i also weaved in sum of my own headcannons so yeah. also i'd make this into a fic but i think its too silly to write professionally so yah-

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Context: the bitches be taking a trip thru california to visit mikey who was also taking a trip in california and they stay at a crusty ass motel six in the middle of zone 3 and run into the killjoys

Ray: Hi can we book a-

*CRASHHHHHHH*

bli faggot #1: HANDS UP THIS IS AN INVASIO-

*ANOTHER CRASHHHHH*

*KILLJOYS MAKE THEIR CUNTY ENTRANCE*

Fun ghoul: FUCK YOU BASTARD *kills w/ ray gun*

the bitches: wtf-

bli faggot #2: *appears* HEY THAT IS VIOLENCE AGAINST A GOVERNMENT EMPLO-

Jet star: RAAAAAAHHH🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅*rips out faggot #2s internal organs

blie faggot #3: OH HELL NAH I AM SKIDADDLIN MAN I AINT GETTING DUSTED BY A BUNCH OF HOMOSAPIENS🙏🙏🙏(he means homosexuals)

Party poison: GO THEN BITCH WDGAF

bli faggot #4: CAN YALL FUCKERS JUST CUT IT OUT SO WE CAN KILL U

kobra kid: WOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW SO UR GONNA KILL A GROUP OF QUEER KIDS??? WOWWWWWW HOW HOMOPHOBIC MAN I THOUGHT U WAS BETTER THAN THIS😔😔😔😔😔😔

bli faggot #4: H-HEY!!! WE'RE NOT HOMOPHOBIC!!!😖😖

Daisy: ok, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE???????

fun ghoul: bli faggots tryna invade the zones again and kill innocent ppl

bli faggot #4 & 5: *points guns at bitches*

bitches and killjoys: *collectively* HEY HEY WOAH WOAH WOAH WO-

Party poison *shoots them both cutely* 🥰🥰🥰🎀🎀🎀🎀

Party poison: ok i think we've killed all of them can we go to ikea now i wanna get a new blahaj 😋😋

Jet star: BITCH U ALREADY HAVE FOUR OF THEM TRANS ASS!

Ray: Ok, can someone PLEASE explain wtf we just witnessed instead of fighting over ikea shark plushies??

Kobra kid: uh so basically theres like this corp called better living industries aka bli and they tryna wipe out all things that rn't bland and emotionless but me and these other fag- i mean dudes are this team of rebels, we're called the fabulous killjoys u can go follow us on insta <3 and uh we basically fight them and shi to protect the zones 👍

*crickets*

Frank: oooookayyyyyy..... so r we.. safe now..???

Fun ghoul: yah

bli faggot #6: *busts😩thru window*

everyone: OH FUCK NA-

Party poison: dw hgs i got this o-

bli faggot #6: *explodes the whole function*

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context: part two of the last one 😭 so like everything explodes and they all somehow survive but since the motel went brrr the killjoys offered the bitches to stay w/ them (lowkey might make this into a fic chat..)

*the bitches squeezed into the back of the transgen- i mean trans am silently as the killjoys sang aeysha erotica aggressively*

Frank: so uh- *ehem* thx uh for the ride and everything but uuuhh were r we going?

Jet star: our hideout

Daisy: wait- what? i thought u were gonna take us to another hotel or smth??

Jet star: oh no, no no no, *eheh* that WAS the only hotel so uhhh yeah its our place or a draculoid mask <3

Ray: wtf is a draculoid mask??

Kobra kid: *turns down radio ever so slightly* looks like i have to be the paragraph guy ?? okayyy uh so its these vampire gorilla mask thingys that when u put it on, u loose all sense of self and reality and u see killjoys or rlly anyone that ISNT brainwashed by bli as like these spider thingys and they have to be "squashed" so its like their way of making killing machines for us

Ray; ........ so im guessing these ppl rlly dont like u guys

Killjoys: yup

Ray: okAy...

Frank: wait so uhh we're going west right? bc we're traveling to a friend in that direction.

Kobra kid: oh uuh- ye- *ugh* wait on sec- *yelling* FOR FUCKS SAKE TURN THE FUCKING MUSIC DOWN POISON!!!!!!!

Fun ghoul: OH FUCK U MAN * radio back up*

fun, star, and poison: GOTTA PINK PURSE WITHA RINESTONE BUCKLE KEEP A PINK STUN GUN JST IN CASE IM IN TROUBLE-

Kobra kid: im going to murder u ppl

Party poison: that violence against a transgender individual so that classifys as a hate crime <333

Fun ghoul: DAMN RIGHT MF

the bitches (exept gerard bc he went sleepy): oh my lord...

*FAST FORWARDNMSKUDCNHL*

Daisy: hey gee cmon get up we're here

Gerard: huh- where?

Frank: the killjoys crib hoe now get ur wakey wakey eggs and bakey ass up

Gerard: im sorry did u just say wakey wakey eggs and fucking bakey????

Frank: its called sarcasm dipshit

Gerard: did u just call me a dipshit??????????????????????????

Frank: r u fucking high-

Ray: *already out of the car* GUYS CMON DO U WANNA SIT AND FIGHT IN A CRUSTY ASS CAR ALL EVENING???

Party poison: HEY OUR CAR IS NOT CRUSTY 😤😤😤😤

Jet star: no no it- it is. it is poison.

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context: part 3 everyones in da crib 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥(this was originally all one part but it was too long so i split it💀)

Gerard: so uhh what now? how r we gonna get to mikey?

Daisy: OH SHIT I FORGOT ABT HIM-

Frank: how tf do u forget abt ur brother-in-law?

Daisy: OK WELL- for the record, no offence Gerard-, hes not my legal in law so im allowed to have short term memory loss ok, midget?

Ray Frank and Gee: *side eyeing eachother*

Daisy: what????

Ray: Daisy imma hold ur hand when i say thi-

Gerard: NOPENOPENOPE UR NOT SAYING SHI-

"poison busts😩into the room in a skirt so mini its exiting the stratosphere*

Party poison: I GOT PIZZA MFS🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Fun ghoul: IS THAT FUCKING PINEAPPLE

Party poison: uuhh yeah? whats wrong w/ pineapple??? 😭

Fun ghoul: BRO... ITS FRUIT. ON FUCKING PIZZA

Party poison: SO???? TOMATO IS A FRUIT AND ITS ON PIZZA AND NO ONE SAYS SHIT!!!!

Fun ghoul: THATS BC IT DOESNT TASTE LIKE A FRUIT AND MOST PPL R TOO FUCKING STUPID TO EVEN KNOW THAT TOMATO IS A FRUIT!

Jet star: OMG STFU U FAGGOTS ITS JUST PIZZA

Fun ghoul: HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL U PPL TO SHUT THE FUCK UP IN ONE DAY?????????????

Kobra kid: WAIT I HAVE A SOLUTION, poison just put fun ghoul on the pizza hes fruity enough and if it doesnt taste good than we know fruit isnt good on pizza🥰🥰🥰🥰

everyone: .....

Gerard: i dont mean to chime in, but WTF kind of mentality is that??💀

Jet star: autism

Fun ghoul: kobra did u just imply that im a homosexual.

Kobra kid: wait ur not?

Party poison: *cunty gasp* FUN GHOUL HOW DARE U LIE SO HARD😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢

Frank: yeah imma go get sum fresh air yall brb..

Ray: ugh take me w/ u 😭🙏

Jet star: ok everyone CALM TF DOWN ok😔😔😔 we have guests!!

Fun ghoul: idgaf let them burn <3

Kobra kid: FUN GHOUL!!!!!!😡😡😡

Daisy: type shi

Gerard: ok sooo uuuhhhhh seriously how r we gonna get to my brother??

Party poison: depends, where in cali is he?

Gerard: uhhh palmmm desert i think?

Party poison: DAYUM that is FARRRRR *bites hair in cunt*

Kobra kid: dont yall have a car or smth hoes???

Daisy: it exploded along w/ everything within a 20 feet radius of the motel 💀

Kobra kid: ohhh ritghhgttt shorry😋😋😋😋😋

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ok i have zero ideas on how to continue this so imma repost to my main blog and hopefully yall could gimme sum feedback or ideas 🙏🙏🙏

[xoxovanillq]

hiiiiii 🪐 with mike schmidt pls :DDD <3

MILKY WAY

Pairing- Mike Schmidt x Reader

Warnings- None!

A/N- Actually I need this so bad that it’s not even funny!

“I can’t believe you got me to do this.” Mike groans as he drives along the lonely highway through the countryside. “We had to find a babysitter just because you wanted to go look at stars.” His tone indicated anger, but he really wasn’t mad, he’d go to the ends of the earth just to make you happy.

“But, the activity is free!” You argue back, your arm resting on the center console.

“Gas isn’t free.” He grumbles, and you just sigh, reaching out to hold his free hand.

“Just enjoy it, okay?” You soothe, turning up the classic rock station on the radio. Mike smiles as you sing along loudly to a Fleetwood Mac song. He watches the way you move, the way you laugh when you accidentally sing a lyric too soon, it reminded him of how much he loved you.

A couple hours later, it was now dark out, and you were directing him down a little dirt road. He parks the car in a little field, getting out and then going around to help you out of the car. You’d insisted to take your little truck out there, specifically so you could do up a little spot to lay in the bed of the truck. You’d blown up an air mattress, covered in blankets, some fairy lights strung around.

“Here.” He mutters, pulling you into his arms somewhat clumsily before placing you in the bed of the truck. He was quick to follow, laying down next to you, and arm around you. He smiles as you point up at the stars, able to see the milky way.

“Mikey, look.” You say, your voice quiet, but still conveying excitement.

“It’s really pretty sweetheart, M’glad you dragged me out here.” He says, voice low with awe.

The two of you laid there for a long time, your hands scratching along Mike’s scalp in a way that soothed all his worries. After a little while of that, he fell asleep. You didn’t mind, it was sleep that he desperately needed, so you tucked the blanket over the both of you, and began to slowly drift off in his embrace.

[halfway-happyyy]

will you think of me later? (michael kinsella x reader)

an: listen here, mikey kinsella deserves the world, and i intend to give it to him !

summary: the universe fights for souls to be together. mikey kinsella is proof of that fact. soft feelings ensue. (as usual)

warnings: none really, mentions of spiciness if you squint

“Australia’s going to be brilliant, you’ll see.” 

Your stomach lurches at the idea of leaving home behind, but you smile regardless. “I sure hope so.” 

Somewhere in the distance, the doorbell sounds. There are enough people in your house tonight that could get it, yet it rings for a third time. You apologize to the friend you’re talking with, and excuse yourself to answer it. You swing open the door, expecting to find a blemished teenager balancing a precarious stack of pizza boxes, or another late arrival, but instead the person standing on the other side is none other than Michael Kinsella. 

He's turned away from you initially, as if the idea to bolt at the last minute had crossed his mind, but then he turns around and offers you a breathless, “Ehm, hiya.” 

A friend had asked you recently what the most romantic thing someone had ever said to you was, and for some inexplicable reason, Mikey Kinsella came to mind. 

“I think I knew you in all of my past lives.” 

“Hiya.” You breathe.

He gives his head a half-shake and lets out a low laugh. “God, it’s good to see your face again.”

His familiar cadence causes a shiver to wrack you, but you’ll blame it on the evening chill if anyone asks. Where the delicate creases next to his hazel eyes are newly acquired features, the way his eyes glitter brightly when he smiles remains the same. He looks different than he did the last time you’d seen him. But then he would. Prison tended to do that to a person.

Someone’s laughter sparkles in the distance, and Michael’s smile fades. “You’re having a party, I should go.” 

“You’re out.” Is all you can manage.

He glances down at his feet and then nods his head. “Yeah, for about a year now.” 

Jesus.

You nod resolutely. “And… you’re here.” 

He scratches awkwardly at a spot behind his neck. “Ehm, yeah, I realize now that I probably shouldn’t have just shown up out of the blue like this, I’m sorry.” 

It’s not enough of an answer, you want more, you feel entitled to more, and yet you’re powerless to do much else than stand behind the door. “What are you doing here, Mikey?” You ask softly. 

He clears his throat. “I needed some fresh air tonight, and I wound up in your neck of the woods.” 

“It isn't exactly close.” You murmur.

“Mm, it's not, is it?” He whispers. 

Someone calls your name. Breaks whatever spell being back in his presence cast on you. “I should go.” 

He smiles again, but this time it doesn't quite reach his eyes. “Yeah, me too.” He steps off your porch, but turns back as if remembering something important. “Can I ring you tomorrow?” 

“Course ya can, Mikey.” Like second nature, it comes out before you’ve even had a chance to process an answer. He’s gone before you can take it back. 

~

It never ceases to amaze you how easy it is for Michael to find his way back into your life. Sometimes all it takes is catching a glimpse of Birdy at the shops, or hearing a favourite song of his on the radio, or walking past a restaurant you'd visited with him one evening ages ago. Though more than just years span the distance between you two, he never lingers far from your thoughts. Sometimes it's enough to drive you mad.

As you approach the pub's entrance, the urge to cut and run is almost too enticing to pass up. You very nearly give in until you spot him though the window, a lone figure at a corner booth, hunched around an untouched beer. Taking a deep breath, you enter the pub, and any trepidation that you might have had seconds ago dissipates entirely when he spots you and smiles. 

“Alright?” You ask as you slide into the booth before him. 

“Yeah, grand. And you?” 

“Grand.” You smile.

It feels awkward from the start; there are so many things you want to say, so many questions you want to ask him, but somehow everything falls short when it comes to sharing space with someone who used to share every aspect of your life. You glance down at the glossy menu and order a bulmers when the waitress passes your table. 

“Nice place,” You murmur and glance around the pub. It’s an entirely different atmosphere than the joints you used to frequent with Michael. “Not close to you though, if I were to go off where Birdy said you are.” 

He cocks his head to the side. “You’ve seen Birdy, then?” 

You nod. “About six months back. We chatted briefly, and your name came up. It was good to see her, Mikey. I miss her loads.” 

Though she’d deny it if you brought it up, Birdy definitely had favourites and Michael was hers. 

You can feel his gaze on you when he shrugs and says, “You could come round any time. I know she’d love to see ya.” He seems to sense he’s stepped into unfamiliar territory, and clears his throat. “How’ve you been getting on? You look really well.” 

A pang of something- it feels remarkably close to heartache, hits you hard and renders you breathless for a few moments. What could you say to someone who used to know you better than yourself? Where do you go from here? 

“Ehm, I’ve been really busy as of late, actually. Da finally passed on about a year ago now, so it’s just me in the house, and trying to get everything sorted from his kip has been… challenging to say the least.” 

Michael’s expression grows somber. “I’m sorry to hear that. He was one hell of a man.” 

Your eye roll precedes a laugh. “You hated the man.” 

Michael shakes his head, tips back the rest of his beer. “Never hated him. But when you willingly choose Bren Kinsella as your best mate…” His voice trails off, and the silence settles around you like falling snow. “So what are you going to do now? Do you reckon you’ll stay around here or what?”

You meet his gaze and it’s on the tip of your tongue to tell him what your next chapter is, but for some reason the words fizzle in your throat. “I haven’t entirely decided yet.” He could easily call you on your bullshit; lord knows he has in the past, but he lets it slide for now. 

“I’m really glad you decided to come tonight.” The way he’s leant across the wooden table from you makes you want to ghost a fingertip down the length of his bearded cheek, but you resist the urge and take a hearty gulp of the amber liquid in your glass instead. “After the way things went I wasn’t sure if this was ever in the cards for us.” 

You eye the grey button-up shirt he’s wearing, and the thatch of raven chest hair that peeks out from a gap at the top and shrug. “Yeah well… I guess I’ve always been a bit of a glutton for pain.” 

Michael’s lips lift in a smirk. “Certainly not much has changed then, I see.” 

You blame the sudden burst of warmth in your cheeks on the near-empty cider glass wedged within your grasp and not at all on the memories you have of the man before you. Clearing your throat, you swill back the rest of the liquid and level your gaze with us. “I take it you’ve been well then?” 

Like last night, the smile he has for you never quite reaches his eyes. “I’ve been as well as can be, I suppose.” 

Your tone is mildly teasing when you sigh and say, “Well, you’re not incarcerated anymore, so really how bad can it be?” 

His laughter is genuine and it causes gooseflesh to bloom on your arms, as you laugh lightly along with him. “I’ve missed you.” He says, when the dust settles. 

And even though you’ve missed him just as much, you cannot bring yourself to say so just yet. “How’s Anna?” You finally ask. 

His beautiful hazel eyes light up at the mere sound of her name. “Oh, Anna.” He shakes his head as if to say, where do I begin? “She’s getting on really well right now, to tell the truth.” There’s more he wants to say, but for some reason, he’s playing his cards incredibly close to his chest tonight. The waitress comes by with the bill, which he covers, and then helps you into your coat. “Let me walk you home, hm?” 

“Michael,” You murmur, turning to him outside the pub. “I don’t want to go back to mine just yet.” 

The taxi ride back to his home is silent, save for the muted music emanating from the radio up front. You are keenly aware of Michael beside you; of the heat radiating from him, and of how badly you want to rest your suddenly weary head against the curve of his shoulder, like you used to do so many lifetimes ago. If you close your eyes tight enough, you can still make out the feeling of his warm hand as it rests protectively against the top of your thigh. “I want you to tell me the real reason you showed up at mine last night.” You whisper.

The taxi glides to a halt in front of his house before he has time to answer, and he exits it, and goes around to your side to grab the door for you. You wait quietly beside him whilst he fiddles with the key in the lock, and then you follow him down the dark hallway to his sitting room, where he flicks on a lamp that bathes the room in a soft, golden glow. He clears his throat and turns to you. “You asked about Anna this evening.” 

You nod, silently.

“She’s actually one of the reasons I came round to yours last night.” 

Your eyes widen in surprise. “How do you mean?” 

Michael backs himself against the wall, and catches your eye. “Anna got accepted to the University of Melbourne, in Australia. Marine biology.” He shakes his head and wears the look of a man who simply cannot fathom where the time has gone. Neither can you. “And ehm… I’ve decided to go with her. We leave a week from Friday.” 

I think I knew you in all of my past lives…

The pieces fall into place almost immediately. “You were there last night to say goodbye.” His smile lacks any of the familiar warmth you’re used to, and it’s all the confirmation you need. “You need this,” Your voice is a glass on the precipice of shattering. “You need a fresh start. Away from Dublin.” 

He nods. 

“I’m happy for you, Mikey.” And you are. A part of you had always known that this path- the one in which the Kinsella’s were so infamously known, would wreck him if he never got away from it. “God, we never could get it right, could we?” 

He cocks his head to the side, cocks an eyebrow in inquiry. “Get what right?” 

You step closer to him and finally let yourself trace a fingertip down the length of his bearded jaw. “The whole distance and timing thing,” You press a chaste kiss there. “But maybe somehow we can try again.” 

Basking in the afterglow, with the only other sound in the room the soft rainfall outside, you tell him that you meant what you said earlier. 

He places two fingertips beneath your chin, lifting your face to his, and kisses you. The raw familiarity of it all leaves you breathless and wanting. It physically aches, how much touching him feels like coming home after a long day. You barely make it to the bedroom, your clothing scattered around the confines of his home like symbols of an evening well spent. He takes the utmost care of you when you eventually do get there, moving inside of you with a purposeful delicacy that feels like he’s trying to memorize every aspect of your body, in case you disappear from him completely. 

“Which part would that be?” His voice is heavy with the weight of sleep, and causes you to shiver into his touch. You’re naked and on your stomach, with his fingertips tracing lazy circles around the dips and valleys of your back. 

“Us. Trying again. Having a go at a fresh start together.” His eyebrows furrow in mild confusion, and you scoot closer to him beneath the covers so that you’re nose-to-nose. “I wasn’t entirely honest with you this evening.” 

Michael smirks at you; he’s no stranger to this game. “I know.” 

“I accepted a job offer with a firm in Canberra, Australia about a month ago. It’s not too far from where you and Anna will be…” You press a kiss to his lips. “I leave in a week, Mikey.” 

Realization blooms in the pools of his hazel eyes like fireworks. You aren’t sure of many things, but what you do know to be true, is that the universe fights for souls to be together. Evidence of that fact can be found in the smile that lights Mikey Kinsella’s face from the inside out.

[ipostwhatiwant1202]

What Taylor Swift Song Describes Your Relationship:

Leo:Sweet Nothing

"Cause they said the end is coming, everyone's up to something, I find myself running home to your sweet nothings."

Everything was just chaotic in his life. For whatever reason, he was butting heads with his brothers left and right, and now they screwed up yet another mission. He felt like nothing in his life could be calm, at least that's what he thought.

Leo found himself subconsciously making his way to your fire escape. As he stood at your window, he contemplated going in. He didn't want to burden you or down you with his mood, but he found himself just wanting to be with you.

He quietly opened your window and climbed in. Soft music was playing from your radio as you sat on your sofa reading a book. You heard him come in but you were too engrossed in your book to look up. He walked over to you and sat down, closing his eyes.

This is what he needed. No talking, no interaction, just the sound of nothing with you.

Raph: You Are In Love

"Strange look on his face, pauses, then says, you're my best friend and you knew what it was. He is in love."

Nothing could have ever prepared him for you to come in to his life. He thought at first he was just being silly or that it was just the fact you were a new addition to the group. You made his heart race, his chest tighten whenever you smiled. It was a scary feeling.

For the first time in his life, Raph felt connected to someone on a different level than April or his brothers, even Casey and Vern. He felt strongly about you in a way he never knew he could. When you reciprocated, he nearly cried.

Here you were, 6 months in to the relationship. You were laying on his plastron sound asleep. Raph was wide awake just listening to the sound of your breathing, then it hit him. You were all he ever wanted and more. He can't live without you.

You were his muse, his peace, his companion. He realized right then and there, he was in love.

Donnie:Paper Rings

"You're the one I want in paper rings, in picture frames, and all my dreams, you're the one I want."

Being cooped up in a sewer your entire life and then having a taste of freedom was exhilarating. It was unlike anything he'd ever imagined. He just never knew that one day out of the clear blue, here you'd come and turn his world upside down.

It was just something that happened between you two when Donnie just popped the question and asked you to be his. It felt right, it felt natural, and it felt good. Never in his life had he been so sure about something before. You clouded his mind day and night. He couldn't stop thinking of you.

A little while in to the relationship, he realized that his future always had you in it. You were always right there by his side, smiling and leaning on him. You were in every part of what he pictured his life to be like once the world settled down. It wouldn't be normal, but he didn't care. He had you, that's what mattered.

He never pictured himself as a husband, but now he did. He'd marry you with a paper ring if he had to.

Mikey: Jump Then Fall

"I've never been so wrapped up, honey. I like the way you're everything I ever wanted."

He loved everybody. He had a thing for April initially and enjoyed teasing her occasionally. It subsided after awhile, but then one day she brought a friend by and he felt his whole world stop. You were the most beautiful person he'd ever seen.

Mikey was infacuated with you from the start. You two instantly hit it off, like you'd known each other for years. You saw him for him and he saw you for you. He'd never met someone so kind and so wonderful before. It was like a warmth hit him like a ton of bricks. He fell fast and very hard.

He didn't want to scare you off, so he kept his advances somewhat playful. You eventually figured out he was serious and then it developed into more. Everything he had ever dreamed of, it finally did a full circle into this moment.

He held you on a pedestal, like you were an angel. You were all he's ever wanted.

[milkytheholy1]

Day 13: Scars

"Catch me!" The youthful tween said, diving inbetween tunnels and ducking below pipes that lined the walls of the sewers. April O'Neil had known the turtles through her first formative years as a young teenager, but she took a special interest in Donatello. The two had grown close, practically best friends, he would help her with her math homework and in turn, she would teach him the social skills he lacked due to little exposure to the real world.

The two would spend hours together, having fun within the sewers when the turtle brothers would get grounded, watching movies illegally on Donnie's computer and overall just having a blast when left to their own devices.

As the boys started getting older, April noticed a shift in Donatello, he was more cautious around her. At first, she tried to ignore it, hoping it was just hormones being hormones. Whenever the boys trained, April would often sit and watch, gasping in awe at the tricky moves they performed flawlessly. Although Donnie would often try to show off, and more often than not face consequences because of it, April repeatedly found herself laughing at his antics.

Master Splinter soon took note of April's interest in martial arts and began training her, much to the aggravation of Donatello. There was a long lengthy argument that followed between the pair, which ultimately led to April leaving the lair and not coming back; complete radio silence.

Donnie felt awful, months and months of not seeing his best friend. And for what reason? He was jealous other people were hanging out with her, it was always meant to be just them, just Donnie and April hanging out. It was definitely not meant to be just Donnie, April, Leo, Raph, Splinter, etc, etc.

But now April was gone and all Donnie had was the memories of their time together. Running through the sewers playing tag and hide-and-seek, daring each other to try out Mikey's newest recipe and he couldn't forget movie night, it was some slasher movie Raph had put on, Donnie will never forget the way April jumped into his arms after a scare.

'Isn't She Lovely' interrupted his passionate thoughts, "That's April's ringtone!" Donnie shrieked, shuffling things around his desk until he found his shell-phone. He stared at her name for only a moment before answering, "H-hello, April? I'm s-so glad you called me, I was actually just thinking about yo-"

"Donnie! Help me!"

He bolted upright from his relaxed position in his swivel chair, "April, are you alright? What's going on?" his thoughts were frantic, a million possibilities all playing out in his head. April's panted breaths echoed down the phone, "The Foot, they're chasing me. They broke into my home, I managed to get to the rooftops." she was getting tired.

"Don't worry, I'm on my way!" he had promised her that. Donatello grabbed his bo and booked it out of the lair, leaving behind some very confused brothers. Still on the phone, Donnie kept in contact with April, "It's okay, April, I'm nearly there!"

What perspired was a full-on battle between one turtle and fifteen Footbots, each carrying their own weapon. Donatello put up a brave fight, as did April. Even though her training was never fully completed she could still hold her own, that was until...

"Heeya!" April panted, kicking a footbot over the edge of the building, she was almost proud of what she had done here, she couldn't wait to tell Master Splinter how she had kept up her training. But the Footbot was reluctant to die, grabbing April by the ankle, it dragged her over the edge with it. Both of them now dangled above the streets of New York.

"Donnie!" She screamed, clutching onto the concrete. In seconds, Donatello and finished off the final bot, jumping to April's aid. Grabbing her hand, he tried pulling her back up "It's okay, April, I've got you!" he kept repeating; he wasn't sure if it was for her benefit or for his.

The retched Footbot clawed his way up April's leg, leaving scratches and scars along her blood-soaked trousers, "Donnie!" she cried, tears streaming down her face. Donnie heaved, the stupid bot was too heavy, he couldn't pull them both up, "I-I got you, I promise I've got you!"

More Footbots started waking up, all swarming an attack on Donatello, now they were really in trouble. April kept kicking the head of that stupid robot, it made sounds and grunts with each impactful force. Donnie's grip on April loosened as he defended himself from the monsters with just his bo.

And that's when it happened.

"Catch me!" The girl cried out, her grasp on his hand faltering until she couldn't hold on anymore. Her fingernails dug deep into his three-fingered hand, scratches full of blood that would later develop into scars. Her screams echoed off of the buildings as her body hit the concrete below. Ginger locks lay limply across her bruised face, her body cold and lifeless.

All Donnie could do was stand and stare, screaming out into the roaring traffic of New York. All he had to remember her were the scars she left behind.  

[britt-kageryuu]

Phasmophobia Stream VOD.

Description: "Are you sure it's a [insert ghost type here]?" "Yes! Trust me!" Results:Ghost is not what anyone chose.

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The video switches between POV, because the original stream had a "Swap to this POV" feature. So the editors (the Purple Dragons) were paid extra for how long it took to edit this together. Possible upload of the all four POV later.

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"Okay we've ruled out 2/3 of the list, have most of our photos done. So do we have any guesses before we do some tests?" Donnie says as they get ready to do a candle test, double checking that the crucifix was still good.

Mikey who's stayed in the truck the entire time checking the cameras, "I think I saw an orb, but the camera got moved before I could check." Replies while also checking the task board, "We still need to 'Cleanse the area of the ghost' also."

Leo who was searching for the bone that they still needed a picture of, asked "Which camera? Because I don't think we moved any of them. And has anyone found the bone we need the money!"

"Oh, it's labeled Headcam 3! So someone needs to go back into the ghost room so I can check!" Mikey shouts into the radio. He's been forgetting that they were all in the same room, just distanced to help with the effect of the game.

"I think that's my head camera thing, just a sec." Raph says, he hadn't moved to much because he'd almost broke his controller during an event where the ghost appeared right in his face, but he also wanted to not just be sitting there the entire round.

"WE HAVE A MIMIC!!!" Mikey yells out into the room, scaring or startling everyone else. "Choose Mimic, get to the truck, and let's get out of this asylum!"

"Mandarin we still need to finish that task, find the bone, and get 3 more pictures for a perfect game. So call down. You've been in the truck the entire time so why are you complaining?!" Leo says with quite a bit of sarcasm, right as he finds the bone, so he snaps a pic, picks up the bone, then zooms back to where the others were.

Right before

10 Minutes later the results read Mimic, and they all go up a level or two.

<><><><><><><>

"Alright, so are we going to do the weekly challenge, or a custom challenge now?" Leo asks they just wander around the lobby with the clipboard that had the challenges on it.

Mikey was attempting to make the blacklight land straight up.

Donnie was looking through the custom challenge menu selections.

And Raph was playing with the games up the stairs. He was mostly playing with them to stop any potential physical fights, which while unlikely could still happen.

"The weekly challenge is basically a no evidence run, with the teir 3 equipment, but we also have no sanity or sanity medicine." Donnie informed everyone, "And it's in the Jail."

Mikey let out a groan. He hasn't liked the big maps since he got lost in the full asylum map, while being hunted by a Banshee.

"So Weekly Challenge it is!!" Leo announced.

"Just be glad we're not doing an Apocalypse challenge M. You still owe me for helping you with that by the way!" Donnie says turning to where Mikey was dramatically slouching in his chair.

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The next three runs where shortened down, but all had the argument of what the ghost was. Only for Raph to somehow guess the ghost correctly, while everyone else got it wrong.

Then a run where Mikey was suddenly the only one alive, and the twins wouldn't let him leave without getting the ghost right. So what followed was a lot of dramatic screaming and hiding from Mikey.

"Mandarin you need to get out of that hiding spot if you want to get out of there alive."

"Then you get over here, and get me out!" Mikey shouts.

So the round was finally ended with Leo on Mikeys screen because he was too freaked out to move.

"So we sure it's a Morai?"

"I am Not going back in to check!!"

Results: Yokai

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They eventually all complete the challenge, and decide to call it a night.

Though before the end of the video there's a series of clips of Leo screaming his head off while running from a ghost while Donnie is calmly circling a kitchen island, labeled Blue playing Phasmophobia for the first time.

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Masterpost

[themultifandomgal]

Matt Casey- Fight For Us Pt2

After a few weeks, Herrmann is back on the job which is wonderful because we've just arrived at a multi car accident. One car is upside down on the bridge

"Anyone get ejected?" Herrmann asks running over while Leslie and I get a gurney rolling over to the car while all of friends trying to stop the car from tipping

"Is he alright? My son? He's not saying anythingl Leslie checks his pulse and sighs in relief

"Yeah he's alive sir"

"Oh thank god"

"Where going to need a second ambo" I say into the radio on my shoulder

"Two more. Driver of the first car over there" Matt says to me. I nod my head and correct myself

"We're going to have to go through the windshield" Severide groans after trying to pry the door open "get me a pick head!" I notice the young man waking up

"What happened?"

"Your going to be ok buddy" Matt says to the lad "hockey fan huh?"

"We were headed to Evanston for his tournament. You ok Mikey?"

"Yeah, I think so. What happened?" Severide then starts using the pick head. As soon as Capp and Severide open up the windshield Matt walks off while Severide and the others help to get them both out.

"Its corrupt YN. The drunk driver got away with it because it's Voight's son"

"I know what your saying Matt, but your not a policeman" I sigh placing some food down in front of Ella then walking back into the kitchen

"But it's wrong"

"I know and I agree but Voight? Babe I've heard things about him. You know Gabby who works my off shifts?" Matt gives me a nod "well her brother Antonio works with Voight"

"You think you could get me in contact with him?"

"I'll speak to Gabby, but Matt please be carful with this. We have Ella to think about and I don't what you getting stressed, making yourself ill or even hurt because of this"

"I promise I won't" Matt takes my head in my hands

"It's just we finally got back into a good place..."

"I know I know. I'll be safe. Come here" Matt kisses my forehead and pulls me in for a hug

"Momma can I have apple juice please

"Of course baby" I pull away from Matt and get some juice out of the fridge

"Hey. I love you" Matt says stopping me

"I love you too"

In the following days Antonio speaks to Matt, basically telling him what I told him. They've even had chat with dad about what to do

"Grey Duffy? Niki our payroll clerk walks in "I guess he was in a car accident the other day that you guys responded to?"

"Yeah what about him?" Matt asks next to me with Ella on his lap

"He's outside" I follow Matt now holding Ella's hand as he greets Mr Duffy

"Sir"

"Sorry to barge in on you like this, but my wife made this for you guys" he lifts up a lid off a box

"Cake" Ella gasps making us all chuckle

"We really appreciate what you did. And we know dann well it could have been worse if the car had

tipped over. So thank you"

"How's your son?" I ask picking Ella up in my arms

"Yeah well Mikey's got a tough road ahead of him, but were gonna make it. The other reason

I came here is, I dont know if there's anything you guys do in terms of what you saw or piece together based on what the accident scene

looked like, but the police report came back saying I ran a red light, causing the accident. And that not what happened. And I'm kind of at a loss in terns of how to fight it" Matt gives me a look and I give him one back, but mine filled with worry. I know exactly what he's going to do and while I agree in one way I'm so worried what Voight may do to him because of it.

The front door opens and Matt walks in while I'm tidying up the living room

"Hey where have you been?" I ask Matt who's taking off his shoes

"Had a drink with Hank Voight"

"What?" my eyes widen "why? What did he say?"

"Wanted me to retract my statement, do a cope a favour, basically threatened me"

"And you said?"

"No obviously"

"Matt? Are you inane? What if he comes after you? Or me or Ella?"

"He won't. Your dad knows what's going on. I won't let anything happen to you or Ella but I can't just sit back and let a man go free when he was drunk driving and I knew. He's paralysed YN a 16 year old is paralysed"

"I know Matt!" I yell then take in a breath to calm down "I know. I'm just worried"

"I understand, but what kind of role model would I be for Ella? Knowing what I know. I can't live with myself if I didn't go through with the statement"

"Ok, just be careful, please"

"I will"

"Daddy come read for me!" Ella shouts from upstairs

"Coming" Matt shouts. He kisses my forehead before running up the stairs while I continue to clean up down here.