#and mikey but I can't fucking remember his last name

[formyloveoflove]

The Bear S3 and the Choices We Make

Ok. After a second watch of S3, I'm feeling a little bit more optimistic about the future. Trust - it's a sad ending. It's my worst nightmare for Sydney. But there's still hope, and that all lies in what Carmen and Syd decide to do next. Season 3 Spoilers - read at your own risk :)

In S3 E10 Forever, we see our two mains go through a breakthrough. Starting with Carmen, he finally confronts his former boss (who has a name, i think, but fuck him, I ain't using it). It's the first (and only time) that we see Carmen proactively voice his resentment. He avoids his mom (rightfully so imo). He never got the chance with Mikey. But he approaches him, expects the man to have repent (maybe), or at the very least, have a little remorse.

He doesn't. He regrets nothing. In fact, he takes credit for Carmen's success: his hard work, his skills, and his talent. He tells Carmen that he should be thanking him, and that's not even the worst of it. No, for me, it is when he says

Carmen: My life stopped. Chef: That's the point, right? [...] You wanted to be great. You wanted to be excellent. So you got rid of all the bullshit, and you concentrated, and you got focused, and you got great. You got excellent. It worked. You're here. Look at all this

Sound familiar? It should. It's the same sentiment that Carmen said in the Season 2 finale. Remember, he said,

I wasn't here. Right? What the fuck was I thinking? Like I was going to be in a relationship? I'm a fuckin' pyscho. That's why I'm good at what I do. That's how I operate. I am the best because I didn't have any of this fuckin' bullshit, right? I could focus, and I could concentrate.

Carmen's thoughts about himself aren't even his own. They were drilled into him by a man who wouldn't piss on him if he was on fire. He was emulating the abusive behaviors and patterns that crushed him, that gave him "uclers, panic attacks, and nightmares" on the people that he cares about. On his sister, on Richie, on Tina and Marcus. and especially on Sydney, who is the only one who knows exactly how bad it can get. He's hurt those closest to him. He hurts them daily. And for what? And for why? For his own ego.

And this realization leads us to Carmen's first cry.

For three whole seasons, we see this man lose his idolized brother to suicide, witness his alcoholic mother physically, emotionally, and mentally abuse him, and experience mental degradation to the point where it affects his physical health. Not once did he shed a tear. This is the first time Carmen Berzatto lets himself cry. And I think this is the best thing for him. If he chooses to acknowledge the err of his ways, turn back course, and begin again, I think The Bear could be what he wanted it to be. He needs to decide to stop running, stop fighting himself and everybody around him. He needs to let go. Let it rip, right?

However, if this is what he decides to do, the cards ultimately fall into Sydney's hands.

If anybody's been through hell and back, it's Ms. Sydney Adamu. All season she's been forced to work in a volatile environment, putting herself between Carmen and whoever's the victim of his anger. She has her ideas shut down, her skills demeaned, and her credit is outright non-existent. Staff keeps quitting; they're not making any money; and Cicero and Co. is doing some shady background shit.

She's trapped, but not really. Not until she signs that Partnership Agreement. But like she told her dad in S2 E9 Omelette, she doesn't think she has another one in her. She can't have The Bear fail like Sheridan Road. She doesn't want to make the same mistakes she did last time. She wants to grow and learn and make her mark on the industry - prove she's not a failure.

She's waiting for Carmen to make good on his promises from The Table Scene, but he's not.

"You deserve my full focus." But his focus is not on her. Remember the Carmen that noticed when something was off with her? Remember the "say more?" or the "what's up with you?" Remember when they worked together, when the menu was truly theirs? Where was Sydney's "margin" moment? What did Carmen do this scene that signaled to Sydney that he was there and present.

"I couldn't do this without you." He does everything without her. Don't even get me started. From the menu to the list of nonnegotiables. Syd gets to make no decisions after being forced to make ALL the decisions. What is she there for? To be Carm's wrangler, his doormat? What has he does to convince her that she is invaluable?

He's egotistical. He's verbally abusive. He's the exact person that she warned him not to be. That he assured her that he wouldn't be in S1 E3 Brigade. She said,

You know I think this place could be so different from all the other places we've been at. But, in order for that to be true, we need to run things different. [...] But you just didn't really listen, and if this is going to work the way I think we both want it to work, I think we should probably try to listen to each other. The reason why I'm here, and not somewhere else or for someone else, is because I think I can stand out here. I can make a difference here. We could share ideas. I could implement things that make this place better. And I don’t wanna be wasting my time, working on another line or tweezing herbs on a dish that I don’t care about.

He didn't follow through the first time, so she left. But now, it's different. She's put her blood, sweat, and tears into this place. She's made a place (a home even) at The Bear. Leaving is not as simple anymore.

S1 Syd would've taken that CDC offer in a heartbeat. But building something and it failing (like The Bear. like Sheridan Road.) is terrifying. Slowly but surely, Carmen has been chipping away at her confidence and her fire. So much so that good things, like The Offer or the review of her risotto from The Beef, don't feel like good things.

Sydney's Panic Attack is HUGE for her character. We see Sydney at her lowest: her most frightening and vulnerable. She's uncertain. She's in a constant state of panic. And the person that she trusted with her fears and insecurities facilitated this, drove her to this point. It's heartbreaking. I cried when I saw it. No one would blame her for jumping ship. At this point, I encourage it (but she has to talk about it, acknowledge it. no running).

Now, if Carmen decides to change his ways, he'd have apologized to Sydney twice without changed actions. She'd have to believe him after many, many broken promises. At this time, she doesn't trust him, can't rely on him. But when having to decide between staying or going, will she try to trust him again?

Will she? Should she?

That's where I'm at so far. I have more thoughts, but I'll write those out when I get back from my weekend trip.

[luvpookie02]

He's into YOU || Sano Manjiro x Reader || SMUT || YANDERE || 18+

003: Tainted Reunion

You wake up feeling light-headed, the pounding in your head making it difficult to focus. Slowly sitting up, you rub your temples in an attempt to clear the fog. But as your vision sharpens, you notice something alarming—there are different tiles beneath you, and scattered mugs litter the floor.

Your heart races as you realize, This is NOT my room.

Your eyes frantically scan your surroundings, taking in the plain black wallpaper, a small cabinet with two picture frames lying face down, and a modern black-and-white bed. The room has two doors—one likely leading to a bathroom, the other possibly an exit.

Panic rises as you attempt to stand, only to feel resistance around your ankles. Looking down, your eyes widen in horror—your feet are chained.

"What the fuck... why am I chained?" you mutter under your breath, fear starting to grip you.

The sudden sound of a door creaking open sends chills down your spine. Despite this not being your first time in a kidnapping situation, something about this feels off—there's a deep, unsettling dread gnawing at you, warning you that escape may not even be possible.

"Oh, the princess is awake."

That voice—it's unmistakable. A chill crawls down your spine as you look up, locking eyes with someone you never expected to see again. "Rindou?"

He lets out a sarcastic laugh, stepping closer, his hand roughly gripping your chin and forcing your face up to meet his. "I'm glad you still remember me, hime-sama."

Hime-sama? Confusion clouds your thoughts. "Wh-what? I... I don't even know you," you stammer, trying to deflect.

Rindou's grip tightens painfully, his dark eyes glaring into yours. There's a dangerous aura surrounding him, and you can sense the darkness that's consumed him since Izana's death. You knew about the drugs, the addiction—but seeing him like this, broken and twisted, stirs a strange pity in you.

"Don't play dumb. I heard you call my name, hime-sama." His voice is low, threatening.

"I... I'm sorry. I really don't know who you are." You lie, your voice trembling as you try to keep the panic at bay.

Rindou scoffs at your response, his gaze flickering away from you as he leans back onto the bed, still watching you. "Do you really think I wouldn't recognize you, Y/N?"

Your heart sinks as his smirk deepens. He grabs your chin again, pulling you closer. "Mikey will be pleased to see you. Make sure to take care of him, okay?"

A wave of terror crashes over you. Your entire body trembles uncontrollably. It's been five years since you last saw him—Mikey. You're not ready for this. Not for him. And you're certain he's going to kill you.

Rindou gets up, reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a small bottle—a vial of something, the kind hospitals use before administering injections. You watch in horror as he moves toward a drawer, pulling out a syringe.

Your worst fears are confirmed as he turns back toward you, showing you the bottle's label—Bremelanotide.

"N-No... Rindou, please..." you beg, shaking your head frantically as you try to scramble backward. But Rindou quickly grabs your ankle, yanking you toward him. He roughly hikes up your dress and plunges the needle into your thigh.

"Ahhhhh!" you scream, pain shooting through your leg. While you're reeling, Rindou forces you to swallow three pills, ignoring your gasps for breath.

"Sorry, Y/N, but Mikey's in a real bad mood right now. He can't deal with your attitude, or he'll kill you," Rindou says with mock sympathy. "This is the only way to make sure you both enjoy yourselves. Trust me, you'll thank me later." He laughs, stepping back to remove the chains from your ankles.

You try to stand, but your legs wobble. A violent headache crashes over you, followed by a wave of nausea. Desperate, you crawl toward the bathroom, your stomach churning. You barely make it to the toilet before you start gagging, but Rindou's voice cuts through your agony.

"Don't fucking throw up. Swallow that shit."

You ignore him, retching into the toilet. His footsteps approach, and you feel the fury radiating off him as he roughly grabs your hair, forcing you to face him.

"I said, don't fucking throw it up!" His eyes blaze with anger as he wipes the spit from his face. He grabs your throat, choking you, his fingers digging into your neck. "Mikey will be here in an hour, so you better fucking swallow it."

You gasp for air as he forces two more pills into your mouth, his hand covering your lips to ensure you swallow. There's no escaping it now.

When Rindou finally leaves the room, the effects of the medicine hit you full force. You collapse onto the bed, your body trembling uncontrollably as your hands involuntarily slide down to your core, trying to relieve the unbearable heat building inside you.

"Fuck... fuck..." you cry out as you climax for the fifth time, but the pleasure isn't enough. Your body craves more, something stronger, something only a man could provide. You're losing your mind as the hours pass, the drug's effects amplifying your need.

"I... I need to fight this..." you tell yourself, stumbling into the bathroom. You desperately try to focus on anything other than the overwhelming lust coursing through your veins. Your mind drifts to memories of your old friends—Baji, Sanzu, Mikey, Emma, Senju. You picture their faces, their voices, willing the memories to distract you.

Tears spill down your cheeks as you think back to those innocent days.

"You were Mikey's sun. Promise me you won't leave him, okay?"—Shin

"It's not even my fault... why does my older brother always side with Senju?"—Sanzu

"I didn't mean to lie about Mikey's toy... it was an accident... what should I do, Y/N? I'm scared..."—Senju

"Promise me that you won't leave me, Y/N, okay?"—Mikey

After thirty minutes in the bathroom, you feel slightly more in control. You step out, searching for clothes. Opening the closet, you see rows of black shirts. Does he only wear black? you think, pulling out a shirt and boxers. To your surprise, they fit perfectly.

Quietly, you make your way to the door. It's not locked, you realize, gasping at your sudden stroke of luck. But as you open it, hope drains from you. Mikey is standing right there.

His cold, dark eyes lock onto yours. Slowly, he steps forward. You retreat in fear until you trip and fall to the floor.

Without a word, Mikey pulls out a gun, aiming it at your face.

"Y/N," he says, his voice chillingly calm, "didn't I tell you I'd kill you if you ever showed yourself to me again?"

tagged: @itsruki @reiners-milkbiddies

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[reallyromealone]

i want to request a part 2 to the bonten cheating on reader for a 2nd time where the reader leaves them. it can either be angst or not. whatever you choose i just want to see any ending because it was really good 😭. just to refresh your memory of which one i’m talking about the ending says “if you actually mean it were al going to therapy” or something along those lines. Thank you

Fun fact, I couldn't find this fic for like five minutes till I went to my notes where I write and realized it was an event lmao

(name) sat on a chair as his alphas sat on the couches away from him, the therapist calm and collected as they stared at the large pack "we can start whenever you're ready"

"They lied and cheated and betrayed my trust" (name) said bluntly, arms crossed and not even looking at his mates "they broke the basic rule of our relationship not once but twice"

"I gave them an ultimatum, come here to therapy so we can figure out why they can't keep their dicks where they belong or I leave" (name) said seething, his ring finger bare and scent patches on his neck.

"I see, well thank you for sharing (name), I understand how this can be difficult for you" the therapist said calmly and turned to the alphas "and how are you all feeling about the situation" they asked calmly and Bonten was silent, not wanting to talk to the therapist but when (name) gave them a look to say 'fucking try me' Kakucho was the first to open up "It feels like shit"

"Could you elaborate?"

"We know we did something fucking awful, not once but twice" he said softly "we didn't deserve the first forgiveness and we definitely don't deserve this, I am honestly surprised (name) didn't go full no contact with us...he's not even staying with us anymore"

"I see, do any of you wish to share anything you feel? Remember this is a judgment free space and confidential"

Besides Kakucho, the rest of Bonten were pretty tight lipped about their feelings and after five minutes of silence (name) sighed annoyed "well this was fun, maybe next session you guys can learn the gravity of this"

Last night (name) learned something... Terrifying.

He was pregnant.

Somewhere between the first apology and the second affair (name) got pregnant and he desperately wanted his kid to know their dads but he didn't want them to betray the pup like they did (name).

He wouldn't allow it.

Bonten felt like shit but it wasn't easy for them to open up in any capacity, their entire jobs revolved around secrets!

But (name) wasn't a job.

He was their mate.

And he deserved better.

Chifuyu was gentle with his brother, the beta wanted nothing more than to beat their asses for what they did.

But sadly this was his brother's battle.

He was on (name)s side of just leaving them but they both knew it wouldn't be that easy, they were territorial and possessive alphas after all.

But that didn't stop him, kazutora and Baji from putting together a crib and such, the three having two spare rooms as they shared one.

The two were surprisingly excited at the concept of (name) staying with them even if for sad circumstances.

"I feel like I don't deserve him" Koko said simply, hands in his lap as he continued "seriously, were awful people and he puts up with our bullshit and does shit we don't deserve without any complaints! I don't know what god we sucked off in a past life to get this lucky"

The other men made sounds of agreement as (name) sat in silence, letting them continue "he's dealt with us at our ugliest and still gave us a chance, hell he sacrificed everything for us"

"And we took it for granted" Mikey spoke up, having been silent the entire session.

"My family would be ashamed of me" the tired blond said simply.

(Name) was pleased they were talking about this, actually making an effort.

The next few sessions were separate, each person getting to talk about stuff one on one to the therapist and actually learning to work through things.

"I have something to tell you guys" (name) said softly, sitting the men down after a therapy session and they could see the nervousness on (name) "i-im pregnant" (name) said practically shaking as the men sat in silence.

"When did you find out?"

"A week after you guys cheated the second time" (name) said staring at his hands and Bonten felt their heart break, they really didn't fucking deserve him and they knew he was probably debating on even telling them.

They should have been angry but the therapy made them understand that (name) didn't trust them at all anymore.

It also helped them understand their feelings and that there's serious shit they need to work on.

"If... If you guys improve by the ninth month... I will consider moving back here"

(Name) would be a dirty liar if he said he didn't miss the touch of his mates, cuddles and sleepy hugs.

But he wasn't a fool and he wasn't going to forgive them like that.

But he wanted what's best for his pup.

"We promise--we will do our best to be good enough for you"

[mulletmitsuya]

Tokyo Revengers Groupchat

Warnings: swearing, suggestiveish,

Desc: a series of different dm's consisting of different pairs in tokrev more or less relating to the same event. also it's the last timeline where everything is jolly (ass description, my bad)

Draken + Mikey

Draken: man i'm so fucking tired of you

Draken: if you aren't here in the next 5 minutes i'm trashing your fucking bike

Mikey: no you won't lol

Mikey: you made it, you're not gonna hurt your precious creation are you?😙

Draken: ...

Draken: we won't name the baby after you

Mikey: you weren't going to anyway 😒

Draken: can't you just listen to me then???

Draken: YOU HAVE A RACE IN 10 MINUTES DICKWEED

Mikey: bro chill i was taking a piss

Draken: ITS BEEN 30 MINUTES

Draken: and YOU'RE LYING

Draken: YOU ARE FLIRTING WITH A MARRIED MAN

Draken: LEAVE MITCHY ALONE FOR CHRISTS SAKE

Mikey: no i'm literally in the bathroom

Draken: motherfucker i can see you 😐

Mikey: ok fine geez i'm coming down

Draken: i don't want you to be my client anymore

Mikey: you're married to my sister so you can't get rid of me

Mikey: brother in law😋

Inupi + Shin

Shin: yo Inupi! Mikey's gonna come over after the race and chill with me for a while

Shin: so you don't have to close up i'll take care of that

Inupi: i thought we were gonna hang out lol

Inupi: but ig you don't care about me

Shin: wha-

Shin: that's not true 😞✊

Shin: i mean, we work together so we always hang out😅

Shin: and i feel pretty weird drinking with you since i've known you since you were a kid😂

Inupi: i'm 30

Inupi: did you know that i also have sex sometimes

Inupi: i'm a grown adult Shinichiro

Shin: WOAH THERE BUDDY🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Shin: 😆

Shin: i get that you're grown but idk you're just lil Inupi to me

Inupi: 😐

Shin: just hang out with me and Mikey okay?

Inupi: no

Shin: bro why?

Inupi: i don't like him, at all

Shin: Mikey??? what's there not to like?

Inupi: 😑

Shin: :(

Inupi: fine

Shin: :)

Shin: i'll ask him to invite a few friends so it's not awkward and maybe you can invite Koko?

Inupi: k

Shin: 😁

Inupi: ...

Inupi: 🙂

Koko + Kisaki

Kisaki: you need to stop gambling Kokonoi

Kisaki: evertime you lose, a strand of your hair turns grey

Kisaki: and well... you lose a lot

Koko: my hair is white because i dyed it that way

Koko: no other reason

Kisaki: ...sure

Koko: and i'm not that bad, i just need a little more practice is all🙂

Kisaki: you have lost millions of yen due to this practice

Kisaki: enough is enough😕

Kisaki: anyway, i need a drink and there's a new restaurant that opened up yesterday, will you be joining me?

Koko: i'm meeting up with my friend Seishu today so i'll have to pass

Kisaki: oh yes, your friend

Kisaki: the pretty boy, correct?

Koko: yes

Koko: i mean you could call him that, i wouldn't know

Kisaki: ...

Kisaki: are you guys...

Kisaki: nevermind

Koko: are we what?

Kisaki: you know...

Kisaki: gay

Kisaki: are guys gay together? as in homosexual. as in attracted to each other as men? together?

Kisaki: like a couple of sorts

Kisaki: i usually don't like gay people but i'll make an exception for you and still be your colleague and even your friend

Koko: ...

Koko: Seishu is my friend

Koko: 😐

Kisaki: your secret is safe with me

Koko: there is no secret

Kisaki: alright 😏

Kisaki: i regret sending that emoji, i apologize

Koko: what about you and the hand tattoo man?? hm? what about that? Hanma was it?

Kisaki: Hanma??

Kisaki: i've called the police on Hanma 4 times already, you know that😐

Koko: he makes breakfast in your kitchen fully nude

Kisaki: we were friends in our teenage years and then he confessed his love to me and made it weird

Koko: and here he is still in your life

Kisaki: arguing with him is futile, even with the police. what do you want me to do?

Koko: just remember that when you point at someone there are three fingers pointing back at you

Koko: i'm leaving😐

Kisaki: not very slay of you

Pah + Peh

Peh: wife angry again

Peh: not talking to me

Pah: haha bozo

Pah: try rubbing her feet

Peh: they smell bad

Pah: try rubbing her back

Pah: massage

Peh: won't let me touch her 😕

Pah: her loss 👎

Pah: show off your abs

Peh: been eating more lately she cooks good no more abs

Pah: lmao

Pah: cry

Peh: already doing that 😐

Pah: sorry

Pah: don't know what you want me to do

Peh: i'll figure it out

Pah: why is she mad?

Peh: we were watching E.T and she said she liked him and i told her that i would kill him with hammers brutally

Pah: fair reaction

Peh: women r so hard to understand

Pah: word

[beetleviolet]

Kinda wrote this part out of order, but here!

Link to master post

Leo-Audrey is by @boots-with-the-fur-club

In case this counts for points: (it probbles doesn't tbh) @tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

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Leo said they had to go. Or, maybe his name was Audrey. All the information was getting kinda crowded in Mikey's head, and he was too scared to ask. Maybe he could combine the names, yeah. Leo. Audrey. Laudrey. Laundry? Yeah, Mikey would call him Laundry. 

Laundry said they had to go. And Laundry was family, so Mikey could trust him, he had to, he had to do what he was told. 

But… 

Donnie. 

Speech had become a fleeting thing, senses sand between his fingers, but Laundry could hear him. There was something comforting about that. That's what his brain said. It was good. It was comforting. This was good. 

Donnie doesn't need you.

He knew that. Or, well, he thought he did. Leo didn't want him. Raph hadn't said a word. And Dad wasn't there. But Donnie? Donnie was gravity, a force in motion that stayed in motion, a never ending law of the universe that Mikey didn't understand. Why was it there? Why was he still there? Still? But it didn't matter because he always had. And he always would. Wouldn't he? 

No.

…no?

No

The word was like… like those hydraulic press ASMR videos. Force down on an object, breaking it, breaking it, breaking it, until BAM! It fucking shatters and shoots out the sides, the last of it ground into powder under the press.

Why would Donnie want someone like you?

..Mikey didn't have an answer. 

With everyone else, it was easy to tally up the points, pour over their interactions and figure out what went wrong. 

But Donnie? Donnie was always there. Donnie had seen him the whole time, from happy-go-lucky to not getting out of bed. Mikey had given him plenty of reason to leave. But he hadn't. 

Donnie hadn't left so far. Why would he now? 

See for yourself.

Mikey opened his eyes. 

He felt.. fuzzy. Like he was soup and someone poured in too much slurry. Thick and heavy. Or maybe they just put the cornstarch straight in. Clumpy and wrong. 

He was outside the cabin. He didn't remember walking there, nor did he remember deciding to step forward and inside, and make his way to Donnie’s bunk. 

Donnie was working, focused and indistinguishable muttering, all too familiar as Mikey plopped himself beside him, shell against his shoulder. Donnie leaned into him absent-mindedly. Because he didn't need a reason. He didn't. 

“Mikey?” Donnie asked, alarmed, and Mikey was suddenly aware of the relentless jerking of his shoulders, tears in his eyes. Donnie immediately put down his drone (See Laundry? He cared) and held Mikey close, pulling his head to rest on his shoulder. Donnie cared. He cared. The ring pulsed. Something snapped.

“I can't believe you're making me do this!” Donnie said, his voice all sharp glass. Do what? “Take care of you when you come crying! What, did someone make fun of your stutter again?? At least they got you to shut up!” The words made the world a dizzying spin, Donnies thumb rubbing the back of his neck as he continued, bitterly, “You're so fucking sensitive.” Mikey couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe. Donnie held him tighter, “Why are you so surprised? We all know its your fault everything is so fucked up!” It was. It was. Mikey put both his hands over his mouth, trying to stay quiet. Trying to shut up. “Leo and Raph are lucky.” Donnie spat out, “At least they aren't stuck with a twin like you.” Mikey couldn't- he couldn't- couldn't do this! He pushed away, even as Donnie scrambled to keep him in place, even as his face was so- so concerned. Why did he look concerned?? After all of that?? It was- everything was so confusing and slurred and thick concrete. Mikey ran, all time champion of hide and go seek, he ran. He ran. 

Laundry caught him by the shoulders. Mikey struggled against him, chest heaving and the world a cyan smear from tears. 

“Mikey, Mikey.” Laundry shook him to a stop. Mikey clung to Laundry's arms. He was nothing. No one was there. Nothing. Fear was a huge pulsing mass and he couldn't get it out. “Your family doesn't want you.” He said. Mikey nodded, squeezing his eyes shut, wheezing and fighting his lips to stay quiet. His sobs were big and ugly. He felt like he was imploding. Was this what dying felt like? He was all alone. 

“Hey- hey! I'm right here!” Laundry assured, “Be part of this family, ok? We want you here.” They… wanted him? “Yeah! All you gotta do is join us. Let go.” A roaring river through his mind, something bigger. The ring's tendrils dug into his finger, but the pain was dull. Everything was dull. He was falling. He was falling. He was falling.

“Join the family, Mikester.” His vision was tinted blue, blue, blue.

“You’re home.” 

Mikey let go. 

[k0ri0]

Umm.. M- May elaborate this HC in here? I'd like to explain a bit more why both of them are still on school while being a fucking Disaster over there, and the school hasn't expelled them yet. Like, they can cheat and study, but they can't predict the surprise exams and what subjects will it be. Or what sub subjects will be used for it.

Like, let's put it this way. They're both geniuses. They don't need to study further than read their notes from the class 'cause they'll remember what they have seen on class, yet when they weren't in class, due to some mid day mission, being sick, or smth, they'll just ask for a few pics of the class in specific parts and they'll just do a quick research to be at day and not delayed. Most of the work is Leon's because 'Tello wants to keep on his projects. And Leon doesn't deny it because he both, love to be with his twin, and can use it for favors or early privileges (HUGS, HUGS, HUGS!!!).

Now, as for why the school haven't expelled them yet. Like, yeah, they're smart, they can keep on track on they grades when it's scheduled, and that helps them when they're on detention, but, what about surprise exams grades? If they fail those, they can be expelled for problematic and chaotic behaviors, bad grades, and public damage (like the explosion on the post I commented). But school can't add the grades one because, these fuckers won't fail for a single point.

Their lowest grade on those exams is of a damn B+++, and their highest is A+++.

They don't need to study much more than a few glasses, and not only that, Leon makes sure that at least twice at month they BOTH give it a quick look at their notes and books to be sure there's nothing missing. And from those quick check, two days later there's a surprise exam with a lot of tricky questions. So, 'Tello always looks at Leon with: *How the fuck did you know?!* Eyes before starting the exams, as Leon just responses with a: "I told you so~" glare.

Their teachers hate that. Specially Story Teacher. Both of the Twins are slept on his class, and when he asks something out of the daily summaries, they answer: "Tricky, we haven't got that far yet, and even so, that wasn't even a possibility back then due to..." and such.

Anyway, sorry for this long ask, I just wanted to take it out of my system. Bye.

No no these bring me such joy 😭, I do rlly like the idea that the school wants to kick them out on the premise of bad grades but just fucking CANT, the mfs won't let it happen

Though I do think that the only reason they wouldn't of expelled them for those OTHER reasons (property damage, bad behaviour etc.) is because they literally can't find evidence, big explosion? What a coincidence the camera has no footage from that time! A fight?? Weird only the students say it happened (he blackmails all the teachers) He just has a bunch of fail-safes everywhere and they can never catch him up on it

And i also think if mikey/raph came to school as well the teachers would see that last name and weep (they have ptsd from the twins)

[thedawningofthehour]

Is there a reason Splinter calls Donnie by his color more often than his brothers?? I remember in doth, Donnie felt like Splinter never liked his name, because the artist Donatello wasn't part of the 'holy trinity' of the renaissance or something, and that Splinter wanted a daughter. Is this true, or is Donnie's perspective in that scene somewhat warped, and Splinter just does it to tease his son? This was a while ago but idk, I just liked this detail a lot.

Donnie's definitely talking from his own insecurities about his place on the team.

I went from being vehemently against Splinter calling them by their colors (because he's SPLINTER, he calls his boys by their full names! It's just wrong otherwise!) to seeing the colors as beloved childhood nicknames that he still uses because those are his babies. (though I still don't like him referring to them by their shortened names-he will use their full names or the stupid nickname he has for them, no in-between) The way I imagine it, he had four turtle babies. He was a single dad. His vision wasn't that great to begin with-it might have even gotten worse after his mutation, as rats have terrible vision. And he was fucking tired. He needed some kind of system because he was calling Leo and Donnie Stripes and Stripes 2 in his head, and no it was not consistent who was Stripes 2. Turtles have cloacae, which means their sexual organs are inside and all their species generally don't display secondary sexual characteristics at birth, so he didn't know if they were males or females. So he slapped some colors on them and called it a day. When they actually started sleeping through the night and he could poop in peace, then he started thinking about real names.

Canonically, he calls Donnie by his color the most. I can't find it now or I'd link it but someone did go through the series and catalogue it. He uses Purple the most, closely followed by Blue. He only rarely calls Raph Red, and actually never calls Mikey Orange. I kind of get it for the others-orange is more difficult to pronounce that blue or red, and Raph and red are close enough that he made the switch pretty easily. But purple? It's the same amount of syllables as Donnie and is actually more difficult to pronounce. (though Splinter is not a native English speaker so what would be easiest for me to say would not necessarily be easiest for him, to be fair)

I can't really chalk this up to favoritism because honestly, while Splinter loves all his kids equally and his favorite kid shifts from day to day based on shit like who's amusing him the most and who ate the last poptart, I do feel like he generally likes Donnie and Mikey a little more. So the fact that he almost always calls Donnie by his color but exclusively uses Mikey's real name doesn't really make sense.

So in my canon, Donnie was the last one he sexed, so he called him by nothing but his color the longest. (I think when I did my research Leo should have actually been the last one to start displaying secondary sexual characteristics, but whatever)

And he did want at least one daughter-not because he preferred one or the other, but he would have liked a mix. He wasn't being weirdly gendered about it, this is Lou Jitsu for fuck's sake-his kids played with dolls and racecars, they watched Barbie movies and then some anime mech show. He didn't give a fuck about gender roles and he certainly didn't force them on his kids. But Splinter is also an older dad and grew up in a very different culture. He didn't have siblings, didn't really have friends with kids. So there were definitely times he was sitting at his kitchen table while his four sons ran around screaming their heads off and thought "it would be nice to have some little girls." (meanwhile a few blocks away April is playing Frankenstein with her barbies)

[ievaxol]

10, "I think... I'm in love with (Name)" || "Congrats on being the last one to find out. Your choice of ship!

(i havent touched anything in so long then i remembered i had this sitting in my askbox and decided to yoink it for practice/warm-up <3)

"He'll kill you," Kazutora says, voice flat. "And your blood will be on my hands if you continue. We were wrong and it's time to throw in the towel, end of story. It's over."

I can't give up now, flashes through Takemichi's mind and Kazutora must sense the sentiment somehow because his mouth thins and his hand lands heavy on Takemichi's shoulder, fingers digging in hard enough that Takemichi knows they'll leave bruises.

It's grounding. Takemichi is grateful for all the wrong reasons.

"Takemitchy —" He's taken to using the same nickname as the others. Takemichi wants to close his eyes to the way it comes off of Kazutora's tongue, wants to pretend he can't see how it is shaped into warmth.

It was easier to handle the Kazutora that beat him black and blue. Takemichi wonders if he's simmering right under the surface, the version of Kazutora that wished him dead. If telling Kazutora everything would bring his killing intent bubbling back to the surface, would make those golden eyes harden in disgust.

He wets his lips. He's being unkind, he thinks.

"— I can't face the others if I let you go through with this. Your wedding is three days from now, just leave it for a while."

Doesn't Kazutora know that giving up would kill him all the same? Can't he see what a piece of shit Takemichi is? He couldn't care less about the wedding if Mikey isn't there to smile through it.

To hell with his own life — he wasn't granted these powers to save almost everyone.

Of course he can't tell Kazutora about the powers, or the alternate timelines. He can't mention the blood, the deaths, the try-again-handshake mocking him endlessly as he fucks up yet another leap.

Instead Takemichi opens his mouth and out tumbles:

"I think I'm in love with Mikey."

It isn't at all what Takemichi meant to say and yet he's not surprised by the words — as soon as the idea is formulated it slots into place, a corner piece to the puzzle he's been steadfastly averting his gaze from.

Since when was he breathing this fast?

"Congrats on being the last one to figure that out," Kazutora says, dry and unforgiving.

Takemichi's head snaps up. Kazutora's smile is the jagged and ugly cut of a knife, the jingle of his earring making Takemichi's eardrums feel like they're about to burst.

"So you love him? That doesn't mean you're allowed to die for it. Take it from one who knows."

[richierambles]

my opinion on IT ships

what??? richie tozier himself is giving hys opinion on getting shipped with his friends??? more likely than you think ;3 basically i was bored and currently procrastinating switching out so our academic can study (hate my life get me back to derry yall</3) BUT ANYGAY XD here we go ✨✨✨

Reddie: 7/10 I have a complicated opinion on this one. The fandom loves it, and as a concept? Sure it's fucking awesome. BUT. I've had a Bad experience dating an Eddie fictive, I won't say much besides that our old host (hate his ass) basically forced me into that relationship just bc he shipped reddie and that caused a shit ton of trouble 😃 But anygay I still ship it as long as I myself am not part of the relationship XD (I'm. actually writing a reddie fic rn. XD)

Stenbrough: 7.5/10 Another fandom favorite! The way I see it, they'd be sweet af. Like, healthiest relationship ever been. What's wrong with it then? The same thing as reddie, Belle (our Bill fictive, mtf, she/her, misgender and/or deadname her and imma be after your ass<3 and not in the MrsK way) got forced into a relationship with a Stan fictive, but it went So Much Worse than mine for some reason TwT And welp I still ship it but kinda eh-ish (the 0.5 it has more than reddie is bc im not in the ship XD)

Benverly: 6/10 I need y'all to know, I'm talking about IT 2017, not about the adult Losers. Adult benverly get a 9/10 at least, but teen benverly? I don't see it. I don't think bev is ok enough to have a healthy relationship, and I'm pretty sure they'd end the same way as most highschool sweethearts - breaking up. Though, I'm pretty sure they'd be sweeter than stenbrough for the time they lasted

Billverly: 3/10 1. POOR BEN????😭 2. In my exomemories they actually tried it and broke up (in good terms) like 2 months later so- nah they don't work XD

Steddie: 9/10 Stan x Eddie not the ST one 💀 our system's steddie are dating, another system's steddie are ALSO dating, and I can tell you they're a super healthy and sweet relationship. Basically the best one, but the fandom doesn't almost make content of them which sucks ass 🥲

Stan x Richie (idk the ship name 😭): 8/10 YES. I remember having crushed on Stan for So Much Time. Like. Not as much time as crushing on Eds (nor that big of a crush) but almost there. Stan is just so pretty ok XD

Bike: 2/10 2 points just because of the ship name, Mikey is aroace and I'll die on that hill<3

Bill x Eddie: 5/10 If we're talking about the book? Fuck yeah. If we're talking about the movies? Fuck no.

Bichie: 10/10 This is just because of my half-requited crush on Belle. Literally just because of that. I don't even make/read content of it. I've just been crushing on her for like 9 months that's the entire reason for this ship 😭

Connor x Richie: 0/10 No. Nothing else to say. Connor, at least in my exomemories, was a fucking ass and doesn't deserve me<3

Poly Losers Club: 1/10 We're Friends, poly feels weird 😭 how would even a polycule of Seven people work??😭 (no offense to people who are in polycules just. too many people with too many different sexualities. i can't see it XD) I'll still admit, I've consumed content of it just because I couldn't find what I was looking for in the other ships' tags TwT

Platonic Beverly x Richie: 100/10 PLATONIC, romantic would be weird af but PLATONICALLY dating Bev is awesome she's the best<3 (If anyone's curious, yes I'm platonically married to our system's Bev XD)

If y'all wanna see my opinions on any other ship, just ask! Or on anything else tbh, I love rambling about my source XD

[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

Every Rose Has it's Thorn

-Part 3-

>Part 4

&lt;Part 2

Universe: Teenage Mutant Teenage Turtles (Bayverse aged-up turtles)

Rating: R MINORS DNI

Raphael x OC (female character)

Tags: Fluff,sexy moments, original character, slow burn romance

-Rose and Raph have a -heated- discussion about her living arrangements, and to cool down she and Mikey play some video games. However, she can't run from her emotions forever and everything catches up to her all at once.

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He could not get her out of his head.

Raph had hoped that throwing some weight around would help distract him a little, but all he could think about was how damn sexy she was.

He put another 20 lbs on the bar, and laid back down on the bench to do another 30 reps. He wasn’t working himself that hard, but hoped the high count would push him enough that he would have to focus on the technique, instead of on her.

God, she even smelled good. He had noticed it when they laid her down in his bed last night; the perfume was a mix of sweet caramel and vanilla, and Raph fantasized it would cling to his pillows after she left the lair. As he worked through the reps, he couldn’t help but think about what it would feel like to smell her perfume up close, pulling her into his chest and kissing his way down her neck-

He had been so into his daydream, he didn’t realize that his arms were shaking from exhaustion. He’d lost track of how many reps he’d done, but re-racked the bar and sat up to grab some water from the jug he kept nearby.

Sweat trickled down his face, but he still couldn’t shake the thoughts of her in his arms.

“I’m fucked, man. Completely fucked.” He mumbled to the empty gym.

Wiping the sweat away, he stood to change the weights on the bar when he heard a voice behind him.

“Hey, Red. Whatcha up to in here?”

Raph turned to look at the beauty leaning in the doorway.

Damn, she was stunning.

Her curly copper hair framed her face, and her eyes made him stop in his tracks. They were so green, almost as dark as his skin, and seemed to pierce through his soul as she stared him down. They looked like pools of moss, and fuck, did he just want to get lost in them.

When he didn’t answer immediately, she chuckled and tried again.

“Earth to Raphael, you good dude?” She smirked, amused.

As Rose waited for a response his eyes were drawn to her lips, full and soft.

So kissable. 

Focus, Raph. Focus.

“Uh sorry. Jus’ workin out, that’s it.”

“Ah, I see. How much weight are you throwin around? Looks like around 5 hundo, am I right? Dang, that’s pretty fucking impressive.”

As she spoke, she sauntered over to the weight bench, her hips swaying as she felt him watching her. Rose’s joggers were well cut and flattered her lower half in all the right places, and the oversized crop t-shirt she was wearing was cut to show a surprising amount of her tan skin. He noticed that she was actually pretty muscular herself, the shape of her shoulders just barely visible underneath her shirt. 

Raph sat back down on the bench and took a drink of water from his jug, watching her over the rim.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her, she was enchanting. Despite her loose clothing he could definitely see the outline of her figure, and his mouth grew dry as he imagined what she looked like sprawled on his sheets, screaming his name-

Dude, what’s wrong with you? Focus.

“Ah, yeah about. Thanks.”

“So are you going for a PR or something?”

Raph raised an eyebrow ridge, letting a smirk broaden his face.

“Nah, this is a warm-up. My PR is around 1200 lbs or somethin.” He looked back at her now, and reveled in her expression of absolute shock.

“You’re messing with me. There’s no way- it’s not possible.” She gawked. He could feel her eyes take stock of his physique, lingering on his biceps a bit longer than socially acceptable. For a second, he thought he saw lust in her eyes as she took him in.

“Maybe fer a human, but I ain’t human, remember?” He spat with a little more attitude than intended, but he had to put some distance between them. He couldn’t take her being this close for much longer.

She would never want a freak like him.

Raph stole a glance over at her just in time to see her brows furrow, which would be cute if what she said next didn’t piss him the fuck off.

“God, sorry your highness. Didn’t mean to ruffle your panties.” She retorted with just as much attitude, crossing her arms.

“The fuck you just say?” Raph growled back, turning on the bench to face her completely. He crossed his arms as well, flexing the muscles in his biceps as she glared back at him.

“I said,” Rose took a step forward and jabbed a finger to his plastron. “My apologies to your royal highness. Can I get you anything, a pacifier perhaps?” She paused and took a breath. “Yes, you’re a mutant. So what.  From what Leo told me you guys are fucking heroes. That’s what counts, not what color your skin is or where you come from.” She lowered her hand and crossed her arms again, glaring at Raph as he sat there staring at her blankly. 

The red masked turtle was speechless as his brain wrapped around what she just said to him.

All the anger he felt a moment ago washed away, and he was left sitting there, dumbfounded. 

“You get offended way too easily dude. You’d think you’d have tougher skin, kicking ass everyday.” She punched his arm playfully, and turned to walk out of the gym.

As soon as she was out of sight, Raph let out a sigh; she was sexy as fucking hell. Beauty, brains, and she had no fear of him or anything it seemed.

Most humans shrink back with fear as soon as he showed himself, let alone when he’s angry.

“The sooner she’s outta here the better”, he thought. “Things'll go back ta normal, and I can jus' try ta forget about her.”

“Oh, I totally forgot to tell you.” She stuck her head back in the room, almost making Raph jump on the bench.

Almost.

“Donnie asked that I stick around for a few days, so he can monitor my ribs. And he’s working on some sort of treatment or whatever. So,” She paused, and he knew what was coming next. “Looks like we’re going to be roomies for a bit.”

Rose flashed a feline smile at him as she left the gym, and he put his head in his hands and sighed.

She was going to kill him.

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As the day wore on, Mikey kept Rose entertained with the many vintage video game systems they had in the lair.

She had never seen so many N64 games, and hours quickly passed as she had more fun with the turtle than she had in years. He seemed almost psychic, sensing when Rose was lost in thought and making her laugh or distracting her with another game or joke.

Donnie had delivered on his promise of pain pills when the ache in her body started getting worse, and she felt a little better now that she was medicated. He made her promise to take it easy as he finished his work on the serum, and much to Mikey's dismay that meant no Mario Tennis anytime soon.

Before she knew it he had talked her into playing guitar hero, and Mikey convinced her to sing.

“Fine, but no being weird, ok? And, I get to pick the songs.” She raised an eyebrow, and Mikey nodded but gave her a look.

“Ok, but why would I be weird? Are you that bad? Like are all the glasses in the kitchen gunna shatter?” He teased, laughing at his own joke as his baby blues sparkled in her direction.

Rose rolled her eyes and looked through the song list.

As she did, she took stock of where everyone else was in the lair to minimize her embarrassment. Leo was in the dojo, Splinter in his room doing “rat stuff” as Mikey put it, and Donnie was still in his lab. She glanced over at Raphael’s closed door, sighing.

After their colorful exchange, Raph had stomped off to his room and slammed the door. He hadn’t come out for a while, but Mikey said that was normal Raph behavior. Her eyes flicked back to the screen, but her mind was still on the red-banded turtle; she wanted so badly to hang out with the brute and get to know him better.

When she had laid eyes on him in the weight room earlier it had ignited a part of her that she thought had died a long time ago.

Raphael was so unbelievably sexy, and she almost drooled when she had walked in and noticed just how much weight he was casually lifting. His muscles rippled as his arms moved, sending shivers down her spine as the sweat trickled down his face. He had taken off the gear that he and the other guys seemed to wear, and was lifting in just those shorts, and she got a much better view of how jacked he really was. He even had those deep, abdominal v-lines on either side of his front that disappeared under his waistband, and it made her ache with want to see just what he was packing under those clothes.

Woof.

And the way he watched her, fuck. She shifted her thighs, pressing them together. Just thinking about his lips curled into that slight smirk as they talked, and the eye contact, made her breath catch in her throat. His eyes were full of desire and lust, and she could still feel his gaze if she closed her eyes.

His shyness from earlier was long gone; either that or he had no idea what he was doing to her when he looked at her like that. 

Down, girl. You’re on the couch with his little brother.

Re-focusing, she saw a song title she recognized and pressed go.

Mikey looked over confused, but shrugged as he adjusted the guitar controller over his lap.  He played along as the game started, and seemed to do fine as the familiar lick sang through the speakers. She hadn’t heard this song in years, but it was one of her favorites.

It felt right.

As Mikey played, she started to lose herself in the music, letting go of everything else around her.

“Gonna take a freight train/ down at the station/ I don’t care where it goes/ gunna climb a mountain/ the highest mountain/ jump off nobody gunna know.”

Rose’s voice rang out clear and beautiful, the acoustics in the lair echoing the lyrics like bells in a church.

Mikey kept playing, despite an urge to turn and stare. If he stopped, they would lose the level, and she’d probably glare at him.

So, this is what she meant by “don’t be weird.”

She had the voice of an angel, and it was mesmerizing. He watched from his peripheral vision as she closed her eyes and sang her heart out. 

“I’m gunna find me/ a hole in the wall/ I’m gunna crawl inside and die/ cause my man now/ a mean old man lord/ never told me goodbye”

He glanced over at her as she sang the verse with tears rolling down her face, but continued on almost unphased.

She chose this song on purpose, he could tell that much.

As the song went on, Mikey could see Raph’s door opening and his brother stepping out into the living room. His jaw had dropped, and was staring in disbelief.

“Can’t you see/ oooh can’t you see/ what that man/ been doin to me?”

The other brothers had stopped what they were doing as well to watch what was going on, all captivated by her voice and the emotion you could feel from her performance. Leo and Donnie exchanged looks from across the living room. 

“Gunna buy a ticket now, as far as I can/ ain't never coming back/ gunna ride me a southbound, all the way to Georgia/ 'til the train runs out of track.”

You could feel the sadness in her voice, and Mikey began to realize she was revealing more about her personal life in these 5 minutes than she had all day.

As the song ended, she continued to hum softly over the guitar solo he played, until the room was once again silent except for the sound of the fake crowd cheering over the speakers.

Rose didn’t move or say anything, she just stared at the tv screen in silence.

All four brothers looked on, but no one knew how to react to the young woman standing in the room with silent tears streaming down her face.

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God, she was so embarrassed.

She knew singing this song would make her cry, but she couldn’t help it.

She needed to cry after everything she went through yesterday, but now the tears wouldn’t stop.

She stood frozen in the living room of the turtle's lair, emotionally numb and so tired of being strong.

She was always a rock, always keeping everything bottled down deep to keep life light for everyone around her. Hell, even when she walked in on her ex-boyfriend yesterday, she soothed him as he cried, ignoring her own tears to take care of someone else’s.

Fuck, she was so tired of carrying everyone’s weight.

Her fists clenched in anger as she tried to get her mind away from the deep, dark sadness that lurked in the corners of her soul.

She was so tired of fighting it, fighting the world to stay afloat.

Suddenly, she felt her body being scooped up as voices called out behind her. Rose looked up through her tears to see Raphael’s jaw clenched as he ran off with her cradled closely in his arms.

She was never so grateful to be picked up in her life, despite the sharp pain in her side.

Rose turned her head to rest against his shoulder as the tears continued to flow, glad for the space from the others and the freedom to cry. Her arms curled up against Raphael’s plastron as he maneuvered his way through the tunnels, feeling like a little girl again as the strong turtle easily supported her weight with one arm.

After a few minutes of silence, she felt an abrupt whoosh of air as he simultaneously knocked a manhole cover over and jumped out of the sewer, leaping to the nearest rooftop.

She normally hated the sensation of falling, that flip-flop in your stomach, but in Raph’s arms she felt more safe and secure than she had her entire life. Raph looked down at her and cocked a smirk.

“Wanna see somethin’ cool?” He asked, eyebrow ridge raised.

“Bring it on, Red.” She smiled back, her face still tear stained but feeling much more like herself again.

Before she could blink, Raph ran and jumped to the building in front of them, catching the fire escape railing with one arm and pulling them both up. Rose dug her nails into Raph’s neck in fear as she yelped, and Raph tried to ignore the fire ignited in his gut as her nails scratched on his skin.

“You up for a climb?” He paused on the railing, checking in. He gestured his head upwards towards the 20 or so flights ahead of them. Rose looked up and winced, a hand on her ribs.

“Normally, I do not shy away from a challenge- but Donnie might have kittens if he finds out.”

“Good point.” Raph chuckled. With how scrunched up Don and Leo’s faces were when he grabbed her, he knew he was already never going to hear the end of it. “Well, this might be awkward, but you’ll have ta hang on ta my neck. I need both hands.” He smiled sheepishly.

Rose paused for a second before wrapping both her arms around Raphael’s thick neck, wincing a bit at the movement. She lifted her knees to straddle his hips, and Raph worked hard to keep his composure as he started to climb up the side of the building. 

Luckily with both of his hands free he raced up quickly, and after clearing the ledge he set Rose down on the bean bag chair he kept up there.

She looked up at the turtle, obviously confused as to why there was a beanbag chair, some speakers, and a few other miscellaneous things on the roof of this 25 or so story building with no roof access. He sat down next to her on the cement, legs bent so he could sit comfortably with his shell not getting in the way.

“I come up here a lot, mostly when I’m pissed off. Sometimes….just ta think.”

Rose nodded and took in her surroundings, looking out over the skyline. The city felt darker, grittier than it had yesterday.

Despite that though, it was a beautiful sight. The sun was setting, and everything had that golden hour vibe to it.

“It’s a pretty good view, Raph.” She said quietly, glancing over at him.

He looked so effortlessly handsome in the light as it draped shadows around him, his eyes almost glowing as the remaining sunset shone over the content look on his face. They sat there, looking at each other for a moment, until he spoke, his voice a low rumble in the quiet space between them.

“Yeah, yeah it is.”

[thoughtfulchaos773]

I think and this a new stance for me. He thought of Mikey.

Christmas was the last time he saw Mikey?

Mikey: I'm happy you're home Bear.

And he remembers claire at Christmas. YIKES.

If we go back to the beginning of season 2 carmy is in a good place. He's attending Al-Anon regularly, he's building this new restaurant with his family. He's engaged and ready to have a partnership with Sydney. I think he was at a point where he wanted to move on.

So he spends time looking at mikeys hat says it was really fun and sydney comes in- Carmy knows what fun is and that's with Sydney and we see this calm version of enjoyment (something that's probably good for carmy) and he knows it at this point.

Then later that evening he runs into claire it's awkward and he pretends he doesn't remember her though he saw her at Christmas. She proceeds to tell him she knows the name of the restaurant and that he's the bear.

Mikey always called Carmy Bear.

This is something Carmy doesn't want to think about because it brings up Mike and the old days, including that horrible night at Christmas. He remembers that it was not a great time in his life, and he's ready to move forward. He gives her his real number at first, but then he stops and gives her a fake digit when he realizes what's going to happen.

After that episode, Carmy is once again pondering the meaning of fun. He realizes that Sydney is the source of fun and enjoyment for him, and that moving on from Claire (grieving Mikey) shows Carmy's desire for new experiences and his pursuit of them.

But what he says in the beginning stands out for me.

I think when I was a kid, um, anything that would give me any sort of excitement or-or-or amusement or enjoyment, uh, it always got kinda fսckеd. You know, I-I don't think my family meant to ruin it or anything like that, you know. I-I don't think they did it on purpose. But I-I think... sometimes they just, they try too hard. You know, or they'd make promises that they weren't able to keep.

This was a foreshadowing that Carmy will sabotage and ruin the fun and enjoyment of that season. He regressed in terms of trauma, recalling the bear from his childhood and remembering all the bad times at Christmas, which was the last time he saw Mikey and Claire. Not so fun times.

I also think you're spot on carmy is experiencing guilt right now- and he's reminding himself- ruminating- punishing himself on why he can't have fun with Sydney and that he will be physically there for her- because being there mentally and emotionally. Keeping up with Sydney is where his joy lies. But he has to remember he fucked himself so he thinks about his choice to be with Claire.

Also he's avoiding closure with her because he's going to have to address the ILY situation.

Going back to season 2 for a bit because it’s important in understanding Carmy’s feelings for Claire in season 3..

Idk if this has been discussed but have we decided why Carmy literally did not respond to Claire saying “cuz you’re the Bear and I remember you”?

Proceeding this, we know he gave her a fake number. We know he essentially asks Sydney out the next day. We know she had to bully him into helping her move shit. We know he says “fuck” after reluctantly agreeing to help her. So I really want to know what was going on in his mind that he really could not respond and gave her a fake number following “because you’re the Bear and I remember you.” Imo it could not have been anything good based on everything that happens following that interaction.

I think I even remember there being discussion that she may even be mistaking the memory with a conversation she had with Mikey, which I think could be a real possibility and another parallel between Claire and Donna since she calls Carmy Michael in Fishes.

With way this relationship started, I think Carmy sulking about Claire all season 3 isn’t a display of him pining for her but feeling guilty that he let it get so far, knowing he didn’t want to pursue the relationship in the first place.

What do yall think went through his mind whilst he stared at Claire in silence after she says “because you’re the Bear and I remember you”?

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

You'll change your name and change your mind (but you can't leave this fucked up place behind)

(Prompt #16: NECROSIS + SURVIVOR’S GUILT | Wound Cleaning | "No, I can't feel anything.")

This one is for @just-sp-in-inginthevoid 💜

Notes: Settled right after Bloody Halloween. Literally right after so yeah, it hurts and the fact the preview chapter was Baji hugging a very dissociated and lost Haru doesn't make it less painful probably >.< (I swear that was a coincidence)

Also, the necrosis is not literal, just... metaphorical necrosis of his pain bc repressing it will get infected, idk if it makes sense.

Warnings: Dissociation and grief (to be specific, first moments of shock). Broken mind and confusing reality is implied too.

“The cops are coming!”

“We need to leave. Sanzu?”

“Sanzu! C’mon, we need to leave! Now!”

The echoes were still reverberating in his head. He vaguely remembered being frozen in place, standing in the middle of that abandoned scrapyard with disbelief plastered on his face — or maybe it was pure shock because no way this was happening. Right?

“Let me know if it stings, alright?”

Mucho’s voice was soft, filled with obvious concern as his captain started to disinfect the cut on his leg. Why would it sting? It wasn’t even that deep, it didn’t hurt anyway — it didn’t even matter if it did, not when Baji… 

No, this couldn’t be real. A nightmare? Yeah, it was probably one of his stupid nightmares. Or his brain getting confused again, mixing everything and creating a memory that never happened. 

“Sanzu?”

One more time, that voice snapped him back to reality. What was the question? He blinked with confusion, trying to figure it out. Right, his wound. 

“No, I can’t feel anything.” 

A monotonous response was the best he could do, earning a worried look in return. 

“Anything? It’s pretty deep, you might need stitches.”

He shrugged his shoulders, indifferent to that idea. It was difficult to even recall how he got hurt — the image of Baji lying on the ground was etched on his retina, preventing him from remembering anything else. 

“Then do it, I don’t mind.”

Why bother anyway? Everything was falling apart — and for what? He knew the answer, of course he knew it. For Mikey, that was the reason behind Baji’s stupidly reckless actions.

“Here?” His captain shook his head at that. “No, it could get infected, we should go to the hospital.”

“No.”

Maybe that was what he deserved — to let it rot as a punishment for his sins. For being so weak — a helpless kid — unable to do anything but watch as one of his best friends became unreachable forever.

“Sanzu, I’m serious.”

Usually, that stern voice was enough to make him comply. Not today.

“Me too, I hate hospitals. I’m not setting a foot in one."

Hospitals were full of memories — of the ones he fought so hard to bury. How many afternoons did he spend in that colorless room? Trying to fill the void in their lives with random chit-chat about whatever happened at school that week. Baji was always better than him at that, it took him less time to adapt and stop waiting for Mikey’s reactions to their anecdotes. 

Baji was… 

“...dead.” 

It was nothing more than a weak whisper, but enough to make Mucho lift his head and look at his face. Whatever he saw, was clearly a worrying sight for the older boy — why else was he suddenly hugging him? Gently wiping his tears and — oh, when did he start crying? 

“I didn’t know you two were close, I’m sorry.”

“No, we weren’t.” He muttered in a choked voice. “Not anymore, we were… Childhood friends.”

Yeah, they weren’t close. This didn’t make sense, he shouldn’t be sobbing like a baby right now — allowing his captain to rock his body in a soothing motion. Baji didn’t even remember those years when they only had each other to navigate their loss, when they used to be two half of the same pain. 

Why did it hurt so much then? Why did it feel like he just lost a limb? Like a part of his body was slowly dying too, forever gone the moment Baji spoke his last words. Ones that didn’t mention him.

Sanzu couldn’t even blame him for that — he was no one, just a pathetic weakling who couldn’t stop crying on those arms that seemed to want to protect him from the world. 

One day, the world would be the one that would need to be protected from Sanzu Haruchiyo.

[golbrockstar]

The day I unsubscribed from most of the “Buttercream Gang” was a sad day

[2offayyo-kzt]

I thought about the future questions :

-What is the name of the actor who plays Sean Rinaldi ?

Anthony Atamanuik

-During which known event did he undergo the brain scramblies ?

The Super Bowl

-What sport did he most likely play as a child ?

Ice field hockey

-What is the name of his human friends ?

Mikey and Franky

-What is the name of his parents ?

Joan and Franklin

-At what age he saw a deer die and how many bullets he killed it with ?

At the age of 14 with 9 bullets

-In which episode does Sean not appear in the proposed list ?

Werewolf Feud, The Trial, Baron's Night Out

-Does Sean own a ring ?

Only since his wedding vow renewal

-What type of school did Sean attend ?

Private School

-What had Sean done when Charmaine's dog had to be put down ?

Offering flowers for a month straight

-When he bought his fucking pillows, how much debt did he end up with ?

12000 dollars

-Name at least three items from his Ocean's Twelve memorabilia :

An Andy Garcia cross stitch, Brad Pitt tainted sunglasses, and the bobbing head but I can't remember the actor name lol

-Name at least three quotes from the character from memory

C'mon Mikey, we used to sleep in the same bed

What do you think cbd is ?!

First time I ever saw something die... And wouldn't be the last

0<5 : You are not an expert of Seanie

6<9 : You have solid knowledge about the character, but not enough to be considered an expert

10<13 : get a life

Since my last post, three people have declared themselves Sean's expert, I gladly accept that we share this title but is it true 🤨 ?

I think I should create a quiz, to test people's abilities on the knowledge they have about Sean.

[mikeysbabygirl]

OKAY BUT

Who do you think would be a ass/boobs/thighs boy?

Like, what do u think each boy would prefer? 👀

Hello my love ! How are you doing ?

This ! I was thinking about doing this, and now that you requested it let's go ( ps : you Izana request is under work don't worry, I'm currently working on both your Izana and another moot Mikey request )

SO LET'S GO :

Izana,Inui,Mitsuya,Kakucho

I already said, but I'm gonna repeat, these are the boobs men.

Doesn't matter if yours are small or big, and if you're insecure about them he just can't understand because he doesn't see what would makes you dislike them.

Sometimes when you're not at his place, and your phones lights up with a text late at night, you know already who it is, and what's it about. “ No goodnight nude :( ? ” oh that nude better includes them.

And when you come back home...

-" Shit, you're... Drop dead gorgeous, babe". He really means it, his eyes are mesmerized by your breasts as you bounce on his cock, reaching to grope them and rolling his tongue over your nipples.

-" Gotta mark these pretty tits mine, can I ? " He loves leaving hickeys on your chest, and hates it when you wear turtleneck to cover them. This man expects you to wear plunging cleavages just so people can see you're taken, seriously...

" Why would you hide my love ? Am I not enough, princess ?"

Good luck if it's Izana lol.

Rindou,Wakasa,Hanma,Sanzu,Baji :

I introduce you to the : Booty man.

No one can convince me that while working out at the gym, both Rin and Wakasa don't stare at your booty.

Did you read the names or not ? It's a gathering of the most shameless men of Tokyo revengers.

You're tryna convince me HANMA, BAJI, SANZU ?? Won't hesitate to slap your ass if you ever pass by him ?

Random texts from their meeting “ when I'm home, better got that ass up on the bed f'me and prepare for the fuck of your life. "

Every beach day ends up with a pic of his hand on your ass for Instagram. “my bitch and the beach”.

Fav position is definitely taking you from behind. ( He needs a mirror too, can't help but look at your face while fucking you).

" That's it, that's right, arch that back f'me, rub that ass 'gainst my cock, love " he throws his head back, growling and thrusting harder inside your dripping pussy, meanwhile his hands are busy kneading the flesh of your butt cheeks.

" Aw, ain't ya cute with my handprint on your skin ? Gonna take another one for daddy ? Can't hear ya counting babe ". God stop this man from slapping the poor girl's ass !

Draken,Mikey,Shinichiro,Kazutora, Kokonoi,Ran :

Thigh man ! ( And what's between the thighs ;) )

He remembers perfectly when that obsession started.

It was one of your first dates together, he invited you to dinner, parked the bike and watched as you got out from your apartment. You wore that dress, the short one reaching your mid thighs, revealing too much of the seemingly soft skin to him.

Then he helped you climb on his bike, gulping down as your dress was almost riding your hips, and while driving he couldn't help but think about them.

Since that day, his hand would always be resting on your thigh. Caressing, rubbing circles over the skin, sometimes even pinching.

His favorite thing to do ? Makes you ride his face.

The pleasure was deliciously, ferociously wrecking every brain cell of you. You whimpered again, feeling the knot in your lower belly tightening whilst he swirled his tongue around your clit. It was hard to stay in that position even when you were leaning on the bedframe, then he just gripped your thighs harsher and made you sit on his face.

" Babe, I'd die a happy man between these thighs, worry not about me. " He would be lapping at your pussy like it was his last meal, overstimulating you until you're crying for him to stop.

" Jus' another one, love. For me, please ?"

" Wanna feel you cum all over my face, pretty." Oh and he would make you, so many times... Just to feel you squeeze your thighs around his face.

God, you love that man so much, what wouldn't you do for him ? That's basically what got you wearing these thigh socks, waiting for him to come back from work to surprise him with your new lingerie.

Opening the door, he sighs and undies his necktie, throwing his keys. " Princess, I'm home !"

His eyes widen the moment he sees you, sitting still and all pretty on the bed, thigh's skin perking up from those tight high socks.

" Oh fuck... Got no idea how bad I'm gonna stretch ya out. "

Help it's so cringe but don't blame me I'm crying from period pain

[dejwritesarchived]

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — it seems so strange that i love him. he gone drive me insane. he gone be the one to take me to my grave, beetlejuice by mariah the scientist [ ft bonten!takemichi hanagaki, fem reader, afab reader, her/she pronouns, ooc takemichi, established relationship (they're toxic lovers ok. on and off again boyfriend and girlfriend), is there a thing called a soft yandere cause that's what takemichi is lol, yandere theme, dark content, suggestive themes, car sex, profanity, reader is a florist, i wrote takemichi a lil insane and obsessed with reader in this, petname usage [sweetheart, doll] reader is black coded, character death, soft dom!takemichi, doesn't follow manga/anime (bonten!takemichi wise), however, at the end it does contain final arc spoilers, told in third pov, wc: 3.6k ]

[ ♡ click here for tr masterlist ]

HE WAS SO CRUEL. WHO WOULDN'T BE WHEN YOU WERE SECRETLY TIME JUMPING within different versions of your life. Each time he time jumped, the more it felt like he was going insane. Each handshake with Naoto, Takemichi's expression got more and more dull and lifeless. His eyes were being consumed with darkness and Naoto didn't even notice.

Save Hinata. Save Hinata. Save Hinata.

That goal was getting more and more blurry in the back of his mind.

It wasn't until he time jumped into this version of himself that he realized that he had lost his marbles. It's been a while since he went back, frankly, he oddly was enjoying this version of himself. Perhaps it was the brand new demeanor Takemichi had. It oozed with much more confidence compared to different time jump versions of himself. Or maybe it was the fact that he was living in luxury, no longer a virgin loser working in some shop. Or the fact that he didn't scatter in fear when he pulled the trigger killing someone, their blood splattering his expensive button-down shirt. Maybe it was the way the Bonten logo was stamped in the middle of his back.

Well, actually it's because he found a new obsession. She was beautiful, stunning, and breathtaking. He wanted her. No, actually he needed her. Takemichi didn't expect to fall in love, that wasn't on the agenda. But there he was, charming the young woman in just a week. Having her in his grasp with a couple pickup lines and luxury dinner dates.

His obsessive ways pushed her away. His toxic ways let her slip from his grasp countless times, but the way Takemichi loved was very unique. He always had her coming back for more. You may think you're not still entwined with him, but you were. He was always near. He obviously sabotaged a lot of her dates by having Sanzu, Ran, and Rin kidnap the guy. He could not live without (Y/N).

He loved (Y/N). He may have loved her a little too much.

As he was propped up on the roof of a building, the gun he was going to use to kill someone Mikey assigned him to take out was nicely set up for it to be a one-shot scope kill. It wasn't particularly Takemichi's fault that (Y/N) coincidentally was at the same restaurant waiting for her date. Takemichi's blue-colored eyes glance through the sniper scope eyeing (Y/N). She looked beautiful even if she was wearing a dress he brought her when they were still on good terms. His eyes glanced around the restaurant waiting for his target and the guy was nowhere in sight yet.

He tugged out his phone dialing (Y/N)'s number, the last time he checked he was blocked. However, she usually unblocked him when she wanted some no-strings-attached dick from the Bonten member. When he heard her voice in the earpiece he was given, his heart seemed to quicken at the way his name tumbled off her tongue. "What do you want Takemichi? I told you to leave me the hell alone," She said on the other end.

"You look so beautiful in that dress I brought you and fucked you in...once...twice...I can't particularly remember." He stated as he was moving the gun to search for who he was looking for.

He knew the young woman was twirling around in her seat searching for the dark-haired male. Just waiting to throw all types of profanity words at him before letting him take her home, which usually leads to him giving her them doe-shaped eyes and pleading her to invite him up to her apartment. It worked every time.

"Don't worry, I'm nowhere near you and your little date. I'm actually handling something else," Takemichi says.

"My date hasn't even shown up yet," The woman huffed into his ear.

Oh shit, did I get Sanzu to kidnap this one also? Takemichi thought to himself.

When Takemichi saw his target being sat at the table near (Y/N) he sucked his teeth. He knew she was going to be too stubborn to even get up from the table to remove herself from the pending chaos if he told her what he was doing. She was in the way of a perfect headshot to end the man's life so he can go back to Bonten headquarters, report what he did, and go home.

"Sweetheart?" Takemichi questioned as his finger was on the trigger and he just needed to nudge just a little more weight for it to shoot.

"Don't call me that. I'm not your fuckin' sweetheart anymore," (Y/N) spat.

"Hmmm, that's not what you said three days ago. But for now, I'm going to need you to change seats. Sit in the seat across from you...please." Takemichi pleaded.

He watched as she glanced around once again, attempting to be sure that Takemichi wasn't lurking at some secret table with a menu hiding his face. But she did what she was told which caused Takemichi's lips to turn into a smirk. He still had a hold on her.

Once he saw that she sat in the seat across from her, Takemichi let his finger pull at the trigger. Through the scope, he watched as his victim's body went limp before falling face-first onto the table. He witnessed many people that were enjoying their luxury meal on the balcony that overlooked the district scanter in fear.

When he panned the to (Y/N), she sat unamused at the event that unfolded in front of her. She sipped at her water while she still held her phone to her ear. "I fuckin' hate you." She calmly told Takemichi before he heard the dial tone in his ear.

"I love you too (Y/N)." He said out loud before he's collecting his belongings on top of the roof. In a complete rush just to not only get out the area before anyone suspected anything but also be (Y/N)'s knight in shining armor after yet another failed date.

He was aware that she always got an Uber to her dates for safety reasons. She never let her date pick her up or take her home. So, Takemichi figured that he could take her home. When he made it to his car tossing the bag of equipment he used for the evening in the trunk, he had quickly gotten into the driver's side before driving off towards the restaurant. When he pulled up to the front of it, there he saw (Y/N) glancing down at her phone to the side as people were panicking around her. It was as if she was the calm in the middle of a storm (that Takemichi caused). When she glanced up to meet Takemichi's blue-colored eyes, she immediately rolled her eyes before letting out an aggravated sigh. She's walking towards the black Audi R8 and getting into the passenger side, "You're so annoying," she grumbles as she's buckling her seatbelt.

"You wouldn't have gotten in the car if I was that annoying," He responded as he started driving just in time to see the cop car sirens he was a little too familiar with.

"You know, you can't keep doing this." (Y/N) says to him as she was glancing out the window.

"Don't what?" Takemichi asked. He stopped the car at a red light.

"Getting my fuckin' dates kidnapped, you think I don't know it's you that's doing it." She responded. "We broke up, I don't know why it's so hard for you to understand that."

Silence overcame the two while Takemichi was driving. A knowledgeable silence they sat in before after heated arguments led to them grasping for each other in the lewdest way.

"It's not like you don't enable it," Takemichi says. "If you cared so much about me threatening men that enter your life, you wouldn't be letting me take you home," He exclaimed. "I don't want to argue with you tonight (Y/N), this is just an observation."

Now it was (Y/N) who was lost with words. She hated to admit that each time she sat alone at a cafe or fancy restaurant wondering if the guy would show up, she was quick to call Takemichi to drain her sorrows of being stood up. Even though, she caught on to Takemichi being behind the guys not showing up quickly. She didn't even bother to hit the guys she was supposed to go out with afterward. They could have been dead and she didn't even bother to find out if that was true. The young Bonten member had a hold on her and no matter how unhealthy it was, she was okay with that.

"The guy you killed today? What did he do?" (Y/N) asked, changing the subject from being in the hot seat.

"He crossed Mikey, so he had to go," Takemichi bluntly admitted. He turned into the parking lot of her apartment complex.

"Do you ever wonder if he had a loved one? Someone that's like me in your life?" (Y/N) asked as she unbuckled her seatbelt while Takemichi put the car in park.

Takemichi parked in one of the parking spots. He put the car in park and he let his head fall back to be met with the headrest. "Who cares." He sighs. "He's dead now and that's all that matters. Let me walk you up to your apartment and don't try to argue against it," He responded as he went to get out of the car but (Y/N) tugged him back by his black shirt.

"I care," (Y/N) says. "You kill people because Mikey told you, but you never wonder if they'll like do anything back. That this killing will catch up to you?" She questioned as she turned to face him.

"(Y/N), nothing will happen to you if that's what you're implying." Takemichi's eyes met hers to ensure her that. "I would kill anyone that hurts you," Takemichi answered truthfully. 'Plus, they'll be stupid to retaliate." He adds.

"Why are you bringing this up now?" He asked. "I've come to your place a bloody mess with someone's else blood on me and you never brought up a question like that," He says.

"I just was thinking about it you know. Cause' I would hate to die because I've fallen in love with a dangerous idiot," (Y/N) answered truthfully.

"I'm the dangerous idiot? You're the one that witnessed a man get shot in the fuckin' skull and didn't flinch." Takemichi chuckled.

"I'm so used to your crazy ass behavior, I'm used to you and Bonten recklessness," (Y/N) sighs.

Once again silence overcame the two of them. They've been on and off again so many times that they were comfortable with sitting in silence. The moon shined down on the expensive car as the couple tried to gather their own thoughts.

"Want to have sex?" Takemichi asked.

(Y/N) looked at him. Her eyes instantly rolled at his question, but she had some grin on her face that caused Takemichi's cheeks to radiate heat. Usually, he would make some excuse to get into her apartment like his phone died and he needed to use her phone charger (his phone literally will be on 76%) or he had to use the bathroom before he instantly buttered her up to have sex.

(Y/N) foolishly nodded before she's watching Takemichi recline his seat back. His blue eyes peeking through his black strands of hair that fell in his face before he's motioning for her to climb on his lap. With eagerness, (Y/N) climbed in his lap with ease. Her thighs resting on each side of Takemichi thighs. Takemichi's hands instantly cupped at the fat on her butt. His fingertips trace alongside the hems of the dress before he lets out a curious hum.

"You're not wearing underwear?" He questioned.

"Just didn't want to wear any tonight, that's all." (Y/N) shrugged at the thought of it. Her hips bucked slightly for any form of friction. She wasn't afraid to admit that she was in need of something.

"Were you going to sleep with him?" Takemichi asked as he could feel the young woman place wet kisses alongside his neck. Her hands fiddled with the buttons on his shirt. "Answer me, (Y/N). Were you going to fuck your date if I haven't scared him away?"

"Who cares." (Y/N) mumbled against Takemichi's skin. The pale skin on his neck was now decorated with subtle shine due to her lip gloss. "Just fuck me T," She huffed. "Because if I answer that question, you're going to be a pouting mess."

He watched as she leaned back from kissing his neck. Being sure to not lean too far to prevent herself from pressing down on the car horn, "I suppose to be the only one that has access to this," Takemichi says.

His index and middle finger went in between (Y/N)'s legs to swipe at her folds. It was a beautiful sight to see the woman crumble with just a touch. His two fingers collected the wetness in between her thighs before bringing his fingers to his mouth to suck on them. The taste of (Y/N) lingering on his tongue was a taste he didn't mind tasting all the time.

"That's not fair to say," (Y/N) whined. "You definitely be with other women when we have our little breaks."

"I don't actually. Why would I want to taste another woman that's not you?" Takemichi responded as he was undoing his pants.

"I don't know. I see how Ran and the others act, just an assumption," (Y/N) pointed out as she was helping him undo his pants to free his cock from the compression of his bottoms.

"Assumptions are very bad," Takemichi mumbled as his hands are pushing his pants down further after (Y/N) lifted up slightly.

"So you aren't having sex with other women?" (Y/N) asked.

Takemichi's cock sprung out of his briefs taping at his torso. The woman hardly did anything but place modest kisses on his neck and he was turned on. Perhaps, she was the one that had him in a trance.

"Nope." was the only thing Takemichi said as he glanced up at her with them say innocent looks he gives her.

(Y/N) took him into her hand, which the pad of her thumb brushed against the tip of his cock smearing his precum on it. Takemichi let out a hiss as his back hit the back of the chair. His breathing caught up in the base of his throat as (Y/N)'s hands guided up and down his shaft. "Stop the teasin' and sit on it already."

"Impatient, huh?" (Y/N) questioned as she lifted herself up letting the tip of Takemichi's cock rub against her entrance.

Takemichi's eyes shifted closed and his teeth chewed at his lower lip feeling (Y/N)'s slick embellishing the tip of his cock. He was forced to swallow the large lump in his throat when he felt her sink herself onto his cock bit by bit. He could feel her letting out a shaky moan as she was getting used to his size.

"You've ridden me before and still isn't used to—" Takemichi's words were cut off by (Y/N) beginning to rock her hips back and forth. Her hand grasped at the headrest behind Takemichi's head while she rolled her hips.

"Fuck." Takemichi groaned out as his hand went down to her hips to help guide the rhythmic pace (Y/N) was going.

(Y/N) soon used her knees to ride Takemichi. Her head fell back in pleasure while she was bouncing on the man's cock with ease. The moans coming from both of them bounced off the expensive car-tinted windows.

"You look so beautiful like this (Y/N)," said Takemichi. His fingertips danced upon her waist as she was riding him.

His words of praise caused the woman to move faster. The pornographic sound of her thighs slapping against his lap was like music to the woman's ears.

"Yeah, just like that." Takemichi urged as his fingertips dug into the flesh on her waist. His head fell back as he moaned out how good (Y/N) felt around his cock and how if she kept this up, he was going to cum.

"That's what I want," (Y/N) moaned out as she leaned forward to place kisses on his neck. The kisses became quite harsh to the point that Takemichi could feel the bruising upon his neck. But even with doing this, (Y/N) hips still didn't stop.

The string of profanity words that tumbled off Takemichi's tongue when he felt (Y/N) clutched around him instantly caused him to explode. His hands grasp at her waist as he's moving her hips slowly to ride out the temporary high of their orgasms.

When (Y/N)'s head fell upon Takemichi's chest, her eyes shifted closed as she tried to regain her composure. Her hand went up to wipe away the smudged eyeliner that decorated her cheat and she let out a dazed sigh.

"Let's get married," Takemichi said out loud.

"What?" (Y/N) head snapped up off his chest. "We literally break up every 2 to 4 business days and you're saying this," She explained. "You're insane."

"Aww come on, it's been years and you're still fooling around me," Takemichi added.

"No."

Silence once again overcame the both of them before she looked at him. "Fine, but it's only 'cause I kinda love you and you have a big dick." She jokes as she climbed off his lap to tug down her dress and for him to fix himself. He gave her his jacket he was previously wearing to put on due to him ripping a part of the dress. "I have work in the morning, so let's call it a night." She leaned over placing a kiss on his cheek before climbing out the car.

(Y/N) tugged the jacket Takemichi gave her on her frame as she leaned down towards the window. "You sure you don't want me to walk you up?" Takemichi questioned as he combed through his messy hair.

"No, I'll be okay. Like you said, if something happens to me...you'll kill them," (Y/N) jokes. "I'll just see you tomorrow. You always drop coffee off at my job like a stalker," She jokes.

"Still don't understand why you work in that silly florist shop anyway. With this marriage thing, you can be a stay-at-home wife or somethin'," He jokes.

"You're really funny, you know? Go home and get some rest." (Y/N) says as she turned around.

Takemichi chuckled as he watched her disappear into the apartment complex. He grabbed his phone glancing at the missed calls and text messages from his peers, but his mind just couldn't stop thinking about (Y/N). He was deeply in love with the girl.

TAKEMICHI SPENT HOURS IN A JEWELRY SHOP THE FOLLOWING DAY, PICKING OUT A RING. (Y/N) most likely thought he was joking when he asked her the question in the bliss of having his cock inside her. However, he was being serious. The velvet box in his nicely tailored suit pants pockets as he was walking towards the flower shop (Y/N) worked at. He remembered she texted him about being the opener in the shop, which she would have to be there early to put the display flowers outside the shop and such. Takemichi had coffee in one hand and a box of pastries in the other as he was getting closer, but he noticed something was off.

It was 9am and from his knowledge, the shop would have been open by now with the multiple colorful flowers that were in season sitting outside. The close sign was still flipped on display, but he saw (Y/N)'s car in the parking lot. "That's weird," he uttered to himself.

Maybe she went down the street to that hardware store or something, he thought to himself.

But the door was unlocked. When the Bonten member pushed the door open, his eyes enlarged at the horror. Blood, there was so much blood. It looked like a scene Bonten created themselves. The coffee and box of sweet treats dropped out of his hands when he saw (Y/N)'s lifeless body on the ground. Just laying there in her own pool of blood. The crimson liquid stained the marble floors alongside the white tulips that were scattered on the floor. Takemichi swallowed the large lump in his throat as he rushed over to her, taking her body in his arms not caring that her blood stained the designer shirt he wore. Her body was cold. She had to be dead for hours.

"I'm so sorry (Y/N). I'm so fuckin' sorry," Takemichi found himself repeating that like a broken record.

His tears burned his eyes as he held her close before calling 911. He didn't want to leave her alone. She died alone and he couldn't leave her like this. His words to the police were a broken inaudible mess. But he was sure to ask for Naoto.

When Naoto arrived at the shop, he just shook his head seeing Takemichi in the same spot. He walked in slowly kneeling down to Takemichi. He wanted to shun him because he spent a little too much time in the timeline.

"I have to go back." was the only thing that Takemichi said. He still held (Y/N) close as if she would wake up due to how tight he had her in his arms.

"If you go back, she's not going to love you. Hell, she's not even going to know you." Naoto admitted as he stared at the broken heart Bonten member.

Through his watery eyes, Takemichi looked at Naoto.

"I'm okay with that if it brings her back."

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