#but you always want studying with mikey shit so here you go

[cold-heart-warm-writings]

Studying with Mikey

- Mikey does not last long. Right from the start, you haven’t even finished reading the paragraph for the math question, he is checked out and ready to be done, and is doing EVERYTHING in his power to distract you to do something, anything, else. 

- He’s already a successful leader of Toman, can’t he just put “leadership skills” on his resume? Why does he need good grades on top of that? He’s already an unstoppable fighter, Mikey fully believes adding on height a school smart brain would make him too OP.

- 87% of the time, you are convinced by Mikey, and decide that goofing off is the way to go. Besides, you paid attention in class, surely you’ll remember for the test. 

- Spoiler alert:... you do not.

- 13% of the time, you threaten to kick him out of the classroom/your room/the library/café/wherever you convinced Mikey to study with you because “well, I’m not the ruler of Toman, so I don’t have those “leadership skills” to fall back on. I need to pass this class.”

- Mikey tries again: “Every right answer you get, you can earn a kiss.” >:) 

- You: “One, that sounds like you’re trying to distract me and two, you also have not studied, so how would you know if the answer is right now?”

- Mikey returns to his own very much closed and barely touched books. “I guess I could try…” he grumbles. 

- “Oh wow, what a good boy.” You say absentmindedly, actually starting to understand the new grammar pattern your teacher had been going over in class.

- “Hehehe… I’m a good boy, huh? And are you… a good girl?” 

- That was the wrong answer.

- You actually kick him out this time.

- Maybe he should’ve studied more so he could answer correctly.

TLDR: Mikey does not study, and in the end... neither do you. 0/10 if you actually want to pass, 10/10 if you want to enjoy your school years.

[feeder86]

Guy and a Gain

“Sure, she’s cute. But she can’t give a decent blow job to save her life,” Guy shrugged, checking out the girls on the dancefloor with his football buddy, Rich. 

“You’ve slept with her already?” Rich asked, always impressed by Guy’s prowess. 

“Of course I have. Look at her. She’s the prettiest girl in here by far,” he nodded down at her. “But she has no instincts when it comes to giving head. She’s been my biggest disappointment since I arrived on campus.”

“I’m sure she could learn,” Rich shrugged, still taken with the girl. He was tall and broad and enough of a catch for her. However, he didn’t have the natural good looks, strapping build and height that made it so effortless for Guy to pick up whoever he wanted on a night out.

“If you want her, go buy her a drink,” Guy shrugged. “But I’m telling you, you’ll be disappointed. If it’s a decent blow job you’re after tonight, you can’t go wrong with a fat girl. They’re always out to please. Gay guys too - awesome at taking a dick in their mouth.”

“Dude!” Rich shot back, taking a step back in horror. “You’re telling me you’re gay?”

Guy laughed, rolled his eyes and shook his head. He strapped his big arm over Rich’s shoulders and pulled him back in. “Don’t be that guy,” he stated warningly. “Not if you and I are going to be friends. It’s not the nineties. You hear what I’m saying?” he asked, turning his head to Rich. There was no denying which of them would win in a fight, so he wasn’t about to take some outdated homophobic shit just because the idiot came from some backwards ghost town in the midwest. “I love sex. And I stick my dick wherever it feels good. That’s just the kind of man I am.”

Rich seemed to get that he’d been out of line and he nodded respectfully. All the boys on the football team looked up to Guy, not just for his sporting capability and strength, but because he genuinely didn’t seem to give a crap about what others thought about him. He was smart and sharp; perfectly suited to the business degree he was studying. “So who’s given you the best time since we started college?” he asked.

“You’d be surprised,” Guy chuckled. “I have this skinny little geek in the room next to mine. You could tell he was a total virgin until I came along, but… fuck me! The boy is a natural when it comes to sucking. And so convenient, right next door. I don’t even have to knock.”

Rich nodded; his world view was a little less narrow than it had been a few minutes ago and he now seemed genuinely interested in his team mate’s extensive experiences in the bedroom. They chatted a bit more, until Guy saw the girl he wanted that night. Short, round and eyeing him like crazy. He’d give her a night she’d never forget!

“She was a bit of a noisy one last night,” Mikey grumbled, sliding into the kitchen area the next morning.

Guy laughed and tore a large bite out of his toast with his teeth. “Sorry, buddy,” he laughed. “I forgot you nerds all go to bed at 9am.”

Mikey rolled his eyes and poured himself some cereal. It was rare that they ever got the kitchen space to themselves like this, but Guy was always up for his gym session, no matter what time he went to bed. He sat there, hunched at the breakfast bar, his damp clothes sticking to his enormously muscular body. Even unshowered and stinking of sweat like this, he knew he could still get his favorite neighbor, Mikey, to go down on him in a microsecond.

“I noticed you brought home another fat girl,” Mikey commented next, grabbing the last of his own fresh milk that Guy had left him, after downing most of it post-workout. “You’re making quite a habit of this.”

Guy rose to his feet and laughed, dropping his plate in the sink for Mikey to clean up after him and grabbing the boy by his hips from behind. “Spying on me, huh?” he whispered teasingly. The boy was at least half a foot shorter than him, melting the moment he was touched. “Jealous, perhaps?”

Mikey moaned as he felt Guy’s lustful hands slide into his crotch to check how hard he was. “I just thought…” he mumbled, “some people find it odd when athletes like you date the fat girls.”

“Because I really give a shit about what people think, don’t I?” Guy chuckled back, peeling back Mikey’s shorts so that his tight glutes were exposed. “I could fuck your skinny little ass later if you think it might balance things out a bit?” he teased. He strolled off to the refrigerator, leaving Mikey to cover himself back up before anyone else came in, perusing the shelf of food Mikey had bought for himself yesterday and seeing if there was anything he wanted to help himself to. “Just because you eat like a little sparrow...,” he sighed, seeing the boring items within and taking a large pot of yoghurt to eat in his bedroom, “... it doesn’t mean that everyone else has to.”

Later that evening, Guy lay back on Mikey’s bed, his head swirling from the intensity of the orgasm after shooting down his geeky neighbor’s throat. He’d never admit to his face how good Mikey was at this, but of the scores of people he had slept with since coming to college, Mikey was the only one he’d made a habit of going back to.

“How was that?” the keen boy asked; his eyes watering from having taken Guy so far down his throat.

“Average,” Guy lied, wishing the nerd would be quiet a few moments longer and allow him this period of pure bliss.

“Not like the fat girls you bring home with you then?” Mikey asked.

Guy opened his eyes and sighed, sitting up. “Are you still going on about that?” he grumbled, pulling his underwear back up his muscular legs and raising his butt to get them all the way up.

“I kinda wanted to ask you something?” Mikey tried next, in an oddly serious tone.

Again, Guy sighed impatiently. “What is it?”

“These fat girls you go after… do you ever get horny thinking about them… y’know… getting even fatter?”

Guy raised an eyebrow. What sort of an odd question was that? He shrugged his shoulders, deciding not to commit to an answer and see where the hell Mikey was going with this. “Why do you ask?”

Mikey seemed emboldened by Guy’s response, getting up from his kneeling position on the floor and sitting on the chair by his desk. “It’s just… sort of a fantasy of mine,” he explained.

“Me fucking fat chicks?” Guy asked sceptically? He realised he knew so little about what genuinely got Mike going.

“No. Not that,” he replied, shaking his head. “There’s just something so kinky and submissive about getting fat for someone; becoming soft and out of shape.”

Guy looked across, even more puzzled, despite doing his best to hide it. “You eat less food than anyone else I know,” he shot back. “You won’t be getting fat anytime soon!”

Mikey nodded, as if Guy had hit the nail right on the head. “Exactly!” he smiled. “Imagine if someone pushed me to get fat for them! If some dominant guy made me eat all the things that forced my body to grow and grow for his own pleasure. How fucking sexy would that be?”

Nodding, Guy considered the idea. “You’re definitely submissive enough,” he agreed, standing and pulling up his sweat shorts. 

“You’re not going to tell anyone I told you that, are you?” Mikey asked, suddenly panicked.

“Who the fuck do you think would be interested?” Guy laughed. “People are allowed to have kinks, y’know? You need to lighten up a little!”

Mikey nodded back in agreement. Neither of them socialised within the same circles anyway. Guy was nothing if not liberal when it came to all things to do with sex. It was water off a duck’s back.

Mikey didn’t mention the subject the next time Guy went over for his servicing, despite being surprisingly chatty about his day afterwards. Guy listened out of a vague politeness as he stretched out on Mikey’s comfortable bed and watched the TV screen in the background. He could relax around Mikey. The guy didn’t take any of this too seriously and never got clingy or sentimental. Sex was sex.

In fact, it was only as Guy spotted Mikey in the corner at a frat house party, that he realised he had never actually seen Mikey outside of the dorms until then. Their lives were so disconnected, with the exception of the thin wall that separated their dorm rooms. He waved politely, following the other athletes through to the kitchen, where the usual fun and drinking games took place.

Later that evening, with a circle of women swarming around him, Guy looked over to see a boy looking in Mikey’s direction. Tall, slim and not unattractive, he gave Guy the distinct impression that he was interested in the nerdy boy. “Does anyone know who that one is?” Guy asked the girls.

“That’s just Aiden,” one replied. “He’s got a crush on that guy over there,” she pointed at Mikey. “They're on the same course together or something.”

Aiden? That name rang a bell. Guy was sure he’d heard that name mentioned by Mikey a few times in the past. It surprised him how little he had actually considered Mikey’s life outside of their casual fucking. Of course Mikey was going to pique someone else’s interest at some point. Guy wasn’t the type to get into a relationship, but perhaps Mikey would be. Then what would happen? No more awesome blow jobs for a start. Normal people weren’t good at sharing.

“Hey, Mikey!” Guy suddenly shouted from across the room, catching sight of Aiden moving in, as if to make his move. “Come grab a drink with me.”

Mikey smiled and diligently headed over. There, Guy wrapped a big arm over his slim shoulders and slipped a shot into his hand. Guy himself didn’t drink, never needing alcohol to make him fun at a party and refusing to fuck his training up with toxins that could impact his progress. There he stood, guarding the boy from any who may try to come near. Ten minutes was all they stayed after that, walking back to the dorms so that Aiden couldn’t sneak his way towards Mikey when Guy wasn’t looking.

“Are you coming in?” Guy asked, opening the door to his own bedroom and inviting Mikey inside. 

“I’m honoured!” Mikey joked, having never been invited into Guy’s room before. He stepped over the threshold, into the dungeon of mess, sweat and sex.

The idea of Aiden had plagued Guy’s mind, suddenly making him realise just how much he had taken Mikey, and his awesome sucking skills, for granted. A gesture was required; a way to show the boy that his pleasure was important too. Guy stood in the middle of the room, planting his feet solidly and pulled the geek into him; kissing him passionately in an almost romantic manner. “Did you like that?” he grinned afterwards, knowing how well he could seduce when he wanted to. He pulled off his shirt and went in again, this time guiding Mikey’s hands to explore his muscular chest. He needed Mikey to know what an absolutely perfect specimen he was if the boy was going to be asked out by Aiden soon; let him see what he would be missing out on if he got into a relationship. “Let’s take off your clothes,” Guy whispered next, undressing Mikey himself until his pants and underwear fell around his feet and he stood there naked, erect and longing for him.

Mikey seemed to appreciate how different this all was. Guy was the first to admit that he never really put the effort in when it came to his sessions with the boy next door. Then, when Guy started sliding his large hand up and down Mikey’s hardness, the skinny boy moaned like he could climax at any time.

Guy had no intention of losing his fuck buddy. For the last hour, he’d been plotting how best to handle the situation, settling upon something he decided he could give Mikey better than anyone else. He threw open his closet door where a mirror rested on the other side, now reflecting Mikey perfectly back at himself.

“Who’s that skinny little shit in the mirror?” Guy teased him, looking like a monster of pure muscle stood behind him.

In the mirror, Mikey watched Guy’s hand slowly sliding up and down his hardness; his lust filled eyes half closed and his jaw slack.

“I want you to do something for me,” Guy whispered next. “I want you to drink my protein shakes,” he nodded backwards to the little minibar that also served as a bedside table for him. “Five hundred and eighty calories each,”

Mikey turned and looked up at him, as if the reflected version was merely a mirage. “You want me to drink all your shakes?” he asked, as if worried he had misunderstood.

“Yeah, I do…” Guy nodded down at him. “Every last drop.”

Guy could feel Mikey almost quivering with arousal. He bent down to his little fridge and popped the lid on one of his shakes.

“You know what these will do to you, right?” Guy grinned. “These aren’t made for skinny little dweebs like you. Boys who drink these and don’t exercise… they start to…” he whispered, keeping Mikey hanging on his every word. “...They start to get a little fat!””

Mikey nodded with absolute submission; his hands twitching to take the bottle from Guy’s large hand.

“Say goodbye to the skinny boy,” Guy laughed, nodding at the reflection once more, before twisting the mirror slightly so that the angle changed. Then he sat himself against the headboard of his bed. He spread his legs, pulling Mikey to sit into his crotch with his back resting against his strapping chest. Cleverly, Mikey could still see everything in the mirror as Guy’s hand rose up his neck, tipping his head back so that it rested on his muscular shoulder. Then those strong fingers pressed into Mikey’s cheeks, opening the jaws and turning Mikey’s mouth into the perfect pouring hole for the shake.

The mixture was cold. Guy took his time, adding a little at a time, as if making Mikey work for it. He theatrically rubbed the boy’s throat, like he was encouraging a good swallow; then went straight back to work on that aching erection. Once one bottle was down, Guy could reach with his giant arm span down into his minibar for the next, without even having to move Mikey. Then, down went another, and another.

“Can you see what’s happening?” Guy whispered, rubbing a hand over Mikey’s bloating stomach.

“It looks so big!” Mikey moaned back, with Guy having to pull his hand away from the boy’s erection once again in order to stop him climaxing.

“This is what you’re going to grow for me,” Guy demanded. “Every day, everything you eat… all for me.”

Mikey moaned so loudly now, it felt almost cruel to deny him his orgasm any longer. “Yes!” he nodded emphatically. “I swear. I absolutely swear!”

Guy only needed to touch him for a few seconds and the eruption that followed was more explosive than any he had ever seen a guy make. He looked at the splatter above the headboard behind them and chuckled. It was almost as high as he could get it himself. This was certainly a strange kink that Mikey had, but Guy felt that he had made his point well. No one was going to indulge this geek in his fantasies about weight gain; at least, not like Guy could. So why would Mikey need to look for connections anywhere else?

A few days later, Guy did a double take as he looked on Mikey's shelf in the refrigerator for food he could steal after his workout. Gone were the boring, sensible ingredients, replaced with high carb options, sugars and high fat dairy. Guy almost thought he was just confused, until he checked out the cupboard that Mikey kept for himself as well, finding a similar story. He frowned in confusion, wondering whether people had reorganised the kitchen space, until the encounter with Mikey nights before came back to him. Was the boy actually going to have a go at gaining a few pounds? How cute was that? But would this mean that Guy would have to buy more of his own food whilst Mikey was going through this little phase of his? 

The normally fresh and clean smell of Mikey’s room was tainted by spices and the sweaty, grease stained food containers that piled up on the boy’s desk. Mikey himself looked bloated and sluggish, his stomach stretched so much that he was obviously in some discomfort. Guy looked down at him, trying to hold back a laugh. “Someone’s been enjoying himself!” he teased.

Mikey nodded. “If I’d have known you wanted to stop by tonight, I’d have saved the pizza so you could watch me eat it all for you.”

Guy wondered what on Earth Mikey expected him to get out of watching him eat a pizza. Was it supposed to be kinky? Like the protein shakes? Perhaps it was part of the submission aspect. All the same, it sounded more than a little dull. But this was Mikey’s kink and Guy was hardly about to shame him about it. On the contrary, how exciting that the otherwise vanilla boy was actually doing something that he genuinely found thrilling. “We’ll have a little fat belly on you in no time!” he smirked, reaching down to pat the clearly overstuffed stomach.

Like a flip switching in Mikey’s mind, the boy instantly became more aroused. Guy took notice, rubbing the stomach more and more, until Mikey finally fished out Guy’s boner and set his magic mouth to work.

“Have you seen Mikey recently?” asked Hannah, a former conquest of Guy's and the girl who lived across the hallway. “He’s seriously packed on the Freshman Fifteen.”

“You probably just saw him after he’d had a meal,” Guy replied knowingly. “He tends to eat a lot in one go. He gets bloated.”

Hannah shook her head, not accepting the excuse in the slightest. “This was first thing in the morning. He has actual love handles!” she stated emphatically.

Now it was Guy’s turn to shake his head. He’d only been in to play with Mikey a few days before the Spring Break and he hadn’t noticed any sign of love handles before then.

Hannah laughed. “Seriously!” she chuckled. “I’m not making this up.”

Guy marched down the corridor and knocked on Mikey’s door, making Hannah laugh as she stayed in the kitchen. “Wakey, wakey!” he called out, knowing that the boy was rarely up at this time on a Saturday. In the short space of time that it took a groggy Mikey to get out of bed, the door clicked unlocked and in Guy went, closing the door behind him. The dark, hunched form of Guy’s drowsy neighbor slipped straight back into bed. Instead, Guy strolled over to the window and threw them open dramatically. “Time to get up!” he teased. 

As light flooded the room, Guy could see the mess of wrappers and containers that was testament to how much Mikey had been overfeeding himself since he arrived back on Wendesday night. He laughed to himself, picking up some of the mess and putting it on the boy’s desk. Then, knowing that it would frustrate Mikey, he reached for the duvet and yanked it away with full force, uncovering the entirely naked boy lying on his front underneath.

Guy’s eyes flew to the little rounded pads of flesh on Mikey’s side, the skin starting to crease and mark the area more clearly: love handles, without a shadow of a doubt. “Ho, ho!” he blasted in amusement. “Look at you!” he marvelled, reaching his big hand down onto his neighbor’s glute and finding it was squishy and significantly bouncier, with clearly added mass to it. “Someone is actually getting chubby!” he teased, absolutely astonished with the difference. That skinny little ass was gone, replaced with something much more meaty and even a little feminine.

Despite his tiredness, Mikey wrigged with arousal at the touch as Guy began playing with the softness that even spread down into his thighs. He rolled over; his erection already sizable as he tried to open his eyes and look towards Guy, even with the harsh light coming in through the window behind him.

What was happening to Mikey’s chest? Guy inspected further. The nipples seemed softer and the blubbery build up in the boy’s love handles was further spread across his stomach, deepening his belly button. “Stand up,” Guy demanded. “I want to look at you properly.”

Mikey did as he was told, Guy placed his hands on the boy’s shoulders, guiding him over to the mirror, so that he could see all angles at once.

“Fuck!” Guy laughed, seeing what a transformation had been silently happening behind his back. He felt proud. The biggest complaint people had about Mikey, here in the dorms, was that he was a fairly dull and boring person. Well, look at him now! This was hardly boring. The kinky little fucker was actually doing something none of them would ever have the guts to do. “I’m pleased,” Guy told him honestly, looking at his face in the reflection. “How does it feel for you?”

At this Mikey’s hands began exploring himself, grabbing at the fat and jiggling where he could with the tips of his fingers. “Amazing!” he whispered back, bursting with arousal.

“Well then…” Guy smiled, placing his hand back on Mikey’s chubby glute: his favorite new feature by far. “...You have to keep going,” he stated. “Keep eating and eating. Add more and more fresh fat onto this frame of yours.”

“I will,” Mikey nodded back obediently. “If it’s what you want. I’ll keep going as far as I can!”

Guy had never seen Mikey’s dick dribbling with arousal so easily. If this weight gain and submission was what aroused him so much, there was no way he could let it stop. “It’s what I want,” Guy agreed. “I want you to grow a proper fat belly, just for me.”

The pair kissed. Guy had never felt Mikey moan and collapse into him quite so much; like a ragdoll, ready to be played with.

“I know what’ll help…” Guy laughed, pulling down his pants and tugging on his own semi-erection until it was pumped and hard. “Let’s lubricate your throat ready for a full day of eating,” he joked cheekily.

Immediately, Mikey slipped to his knees. His jaws opened and he hungrily took the whole of Guy’s enormous erection down his throat like no one else on campus could. It took Guy by surprise each time, how instantaneous the pleasure was. He had to spread his legs a little more and reach one hand out to steady himself on the wall for fear that he may fall over. He didn’t need to press Mikey’s head into his crotch. The boy needed no guidance in the slightest. It was all just so perfect.

An involuntary moan escaped Guy’s lips. Now that his fuck buddy was getting fat, he wouldn’t have to worry about someone trying to steal him away. Mikey’s mouth was all his.

No one on campus was aware that Guy and Mikey were anything more than casual acquaintances, and so no one was cautious about discussing Mikey weight gain around Guy. The overall feeling was one of amusement. In many ways, it was understandable. Mikey had indeed been incredibly thin at the start of the year and he was heading towards the summer looking significantly softer and padded. For the most part, Guy simply ignored it, or tried to move the conversations away. He wasn’t about the campus drama and the behind the scenes bad-mouthing like some of the others. Sure, people were going to talk, but they didn’t have the full story in the same way that Guy did.

The final football game of the season arrived and Guy was pumped for it. He didn’t get nervous like the others seemed to. He was also bigger than everyone else on the field, not weighed down by excess weight, making him lighter on his feet than the opposition ever expected from him. He’d been buzzing the entire morning, heading to the gym for a full session despite the advice from his coach to rest that morning. He simply had too much energy to spare. He knocked on Mikey’s door wondering whether the boy was up for a little fun before he had to leave. Unlike everyone else in the dorms, Mikey never came down to the games. He simply wasn’t into sports, and that was fair enough. In fact, Mikey seemed entirely oblivious to the fact that it was even taking place that day, answering the door and ushering Guy inside excitedly.

“Look what I bought!” the chubby boy smiled, leading Guy over to his desk where a large, round cake sat waiting for a party of twenty people to come in and start feasting upon it. “I’m going to try and eat it all this afternoon!” he beamed.

Guy chuckled to himself, seeing the erection already pressing against Mikey’s sweatshorts. “You go for it, buddy!” he smiled, clapping the boy on his back. His enthusiasm for overeating and putting on weight was almost infectious at times. He lifted the plastic lid and swept his finger around the edge, gathering a decent amount of cream which Mikey excitedly sucked off.

“Do you want to feed it to me?” Mikey asked, pulling his shirt off to reveal his softening torso.

Inwardly, Guy sighed with disappointment. How long would that take? He had to leave in twenty minutes or so, and if Mikey’s mouth was going to be occupied that entire time, there was no chance of a quick blow job. 

“How about…” Guy began, lifting his own shirt off and dropping his shorts and underwear, “...we both have a little fun at the same time?”

“What did you have in mind?” Mikey asked, watching as Guy pulled out the lubricant from the drawer and squirted it into his hand.

Guy looked down at him with a smirk. Then he reached a hand into Mikey’s crack and began preparing the area, making the boy moan with arousal as his large fingers brushed and gently penetrated. Mikey pulled down his underwear to help him and was soon leaning into it so much that Guy could give him a decent warm up.

Having a firm press down on his back, Mikey obediently slipped onto all fours. Guy reached for the cake and placed it underneath the boy’s face. “Ready?” he asked, reaching for Mikey’s jaw, as if loosening it up for better movement and stretch.

Mikey’s eyes were on the prize. His head was lowered down into it, perhaps more than he was expecting, his nose now pressing into the sponge and his tongue lapping it all up with ferocious speed.

Guy assumed his position, grabbing a condom, sliding his hardness into Mikey’s gaping butt and sighing with pleasure. As blessed as most people told him he was with such a large dick, Guy found he was rarely allowed to settle into his own good rhythm when penetrating. There was simply too much of him to handle. WIth Mikey, however, the boy just seemed to relax so much, it was like total freedom for Guy. After wincing the initial time they had tried this, Mikey took to it with ease. He was the only one Guy could properly deliver what he referred to as a ‘thorough pounding’.

Through the mirror, Guy could see that Mikey’s face was now covered in cake as he tried to gorge himself at the same time as his body was getting pumped from behind. Guy laughed, happy to take the control that Mikey offered up so willingly. “Come on!” he chuckled. “You can do better than that!” he called out encouragingly, seeing Mikey’s tongue scrabbling about trying to lick up as much as he could.

The fat on Mikey’s back had really come a long way since they had last done this. The love handles in particular seemed to ripple and bounce out of sync with the rest of his body. The bones in his shoulder blades were less severe and an emerging softness appeared to be forming just under his arms. However, the boy’s butt was the centerpiece; the way it was spread so wide and felt so much softer to the touch as Guy gripped on.

A moan started emanating from Mikey. In the mirror, his eyes were rolling up into his head. He began oinking - actually oinking, as he continued to gorge himself. Guy sped up. There was nothing he got off to more than seeing someone else genuinely getting lost in the moment. Mikey was letting go like never before.

“That’s it!” Guy cried out. “Oink like a pig!”

Without even a hand anywhere near his own hardness, it was obvious that Mikey was climaxing. His face fell upon the cake and he groaned louder than he ever had during sex before. The whole thing made the pleasure build upon Guy with rapid speed; almost taken by surprise as he felt himself squirt.

Guy wiped the sweat from his brow and sighed in relief. He’d rarely felt so completely satisfied before. He pulled out, stopping only momentarily to chuckle at the wide, gaping hole he left behind, then unpeeled the condom and began dressing himself. The mess was everywhere, cake smashed into the carpet that would take some time to scrub out.

“Thanks for that,” Guy smiled, looking down at the fat boy who had rolled onto his doughy rear and not even attempted to clean any of the cake off his face yet. He too seemed to be enjoying momentary bliss, grabbing at the first roll of his fattened stomach like it was the most precious thing in the world. Guy’s work was done here.

During the summer months, Guy had sweet talked his way into an internship with a local company, hoping to boost his CV for when he finished his degree in a further two years. He didn’t need to be told that his pretty face would be an asset for the company, but he was surprised at how much more he was interacting with the clients than the others in his position. A well fitting shirt and a tight pair of pants never failed to make things easier for him to charm pretty much everyone he was around. He’d briefly dated a couple of girls, wanting to experience the steamy ‘summer love’ of his old high school days. However, Guy was not about to settle down for anyone.

Mikey, meanwhile, had taken a job at a fast food restaurant back in his hometown; returning to campus that year looking like he hadn’t stopped eating the entire time. Quite a few of them had applied to stay in the dorms and been successful, but there was still plenty of fresh meat for Guy to enjoy about the place.

Guy remembered being quite taken aback when he saw the full stomach on Mikey after their time apart. It had morphed from a tight paunch to a full starter gut, complete with pointed and juicy-looking nipples. Had the boy seriously eaten nothing but fast food all summer? A simple rub of Mikey’s stomach or jiggle of his fleshy rear never failed to get the new chub horny, and Guy was all in for that. He thought back to the previous year and how forward he’d had to be with shy Mikey just to let him know that he was interested. Sex had not been a part of Mikey’s life before then, and now look at him: his entire body turned into a playhouse of his kinkiest sexual fantasies! Guy felt nothing but pride.

“You knew Mikey from last year, right?” asked Samantha, a clearly high-maintenance fresher girl who had moved in last week. “Maybe you can get through to him.”

“Why?” Guy asked, wondering what seemed to be so urgent.

“You need to let him know that we don’t want to see his belly hanging out anymore. He’s just bent down into the refrigerator and I had about four inches of his butt crack staring back at me!”

Guy laughed. “Is that all?” he sighed in relief. “I thought something was wrong.”

Samantha exhaled in shock. “Something is wrong!” she blasted. “He can’t be allowed to keep walking around in clothes that are that tight! It’s disgusting!”

“Leave him be,” Guy shrugged. “You don’t need to be around him if you don’t want to.”

“There are some guys who make fun of him on his course,” Samantha pressed on. “If he’d just wear a damn sweatshirt or something to try and make himself look like less of a target, I’m sure they’d leave him alone.”

At this, Guy stood up from his chair, suddenly filled with anger. “Who’s been making fun of him?” he demanded, ready to go and see to them, right there and then.

“Mikey is the one who needs speaking to!” Samantha shot back. “Go ask him who the guys are. Maybe you can talk some sense into him.”

Shaking his head with annoyance, Guy stormed down the corridor and let himself into Mikey’s room without even knocking. The boy was sitting at his desk, still pushing a large tray of cream cakes he had collected from the refrigerator when he had offended Samantha so much. He turned in surprise, seeing Guy bursting in on him like this.

“Who’s making fun of you on your course?” Guy asked, closing the door behind him.

Mikey smiled; his chubby cheeks and chin showing all the more. “Oh, you heard about that?” he chuckled. “A couple of the new freshmen: Dan and Alec.”

“You’ll need to point them out to me,” Guy demanded, clearly annoyed. “I’ll soon sort them out.”

Mikey’s face was one of pure amusement. “Not everything is a problem that needs fixing,” he simply replied, pushing a cream cake into his mouth.

“What is it they say to you?” Guy pressed on.

Mikey chewed and swallowed. “Oh, lots of things!” he giggled. “Fat Boy, Pig, Piggy, Lardass!”

Guy could feel his heart beating faster with frustration However, Mikey seemed entirely relaxed and happy. “Wait a minute…” Guy stopped him. “Is this one of those things..?” he pondered. “Are you… Do you get off on this? The guys treating you that way?”

Mikey raised his eyebrows cheekily, not needing to say anything further.

“That’s why your clothes are so tight this year, isn’t it? You actually want people to comment?” Guy asked next, feeling like he had delved further than ever before into the mind of his part-time lover.

Again, Mikey only pressed a cake into his mouth and smirked.

Guy felt all the pent-up frustration in him release. A great wave of affection for Mikey swept through him and he reached out a hand to pull the chubby boy up from his chair, leaning him back into his great arms like he was trying to seduce him all over again. “You’re the kinkiest little fucker I’ve ever come across,” he smiled with delight. “You know that right?”

Mikey swallowed and grinned back. “You started this,” he stated, rubbing his easily accessible belly fat as his overly short t-shirt rode up.

Guy looked down at the boy’s gut and nodded. “I sure did!” he teased. “And what a good piggy you’ve turned out to be!” he smirked, trying the word out now he knew a little more about how it excited Mikey.

The chub seemed to melt into him further. They kissed and then quickly undressed for the inevitable.

The Spring was upon them once again as Guy invited Mikey over to his room for a quiet evening together. Mikey always seemed more aroused to be in Guy’s room for whatever reason. Perhaps it was the knowledge that Guy had fucked and pleasured so many people between those sheets of his. The large athlete was sitting propped up against the headboard, romantically caressing Mikey as he leant against his naked chest and watched a movie with him.

Watching movies was not usually Guy’s thing. He’d often been accused of having an attention difficulty in school, making him restless and troublesome in class, despite the high grades he always came away with. But here, with Mikey, Guy felt complete relaxation, rubbing that fat stomach that had been grown for him and laughing together at the funny parts of the picture.

“There’s actually a gainer event happening not too far away in a couple of months,” Mikey explained, scrolling through his cell phone.

“When is it?” Guy asked. “I can take you.”

Mikey mumbled nervously. “I’m not so sure it’s my thing…” he fretted. “I’d be too nervous.”

At this, Guy laughed. “Nervous? You?” He rubbed Mikey’s large stomach. The boy was now a full one hundred and twenty pounds heavier than he had been when the pair met over eighteen months ago, standing at a full two hundred and sixty pounds despite his fairly average height. He’d battled name-calling, family disapproval and public wardrobe malfunctions aplenty. “You’re the bravest person I know.” 

Again, Mikey grumbled in disagreement.

Guy quickly did an internet search on his cell phone and found it himself. “There!” he declared a minute later, putting his cell phone back on the bed beside him. “Two tickets. One for me, and one for my lardass!” he teased, kissing Mikey on the back of his head and squeezing him once more. “I’lll book us a nice hotel later too.” Picking up a few modelling jobs had definitely helped make Guy’s life a little easier of late, and there was no one who deserved a treat more.

As the date approached, Mikey had gone into a frenzy of calorie consuming, determined to look the part for a gainer event. The boy was just a frustrating couple of pounds shy of three hundred when Guy took his chubby little hand and led him inside. 

Guy had never seen so many huge men in the same room and they eyed him suspiciously until they saw that his hand was placed appreciatively on Mikey’s broad butt as they stood to the side of the dancefloor.

“There are still quite a few small guys,” Guy whispered to Mikey, who had been worried about not being fat enough for weeks. “A few dad bods with only a little gut to show for themselves.”

Mikey nodded, feeling better and more relaxed as others started coming up to them, wanting to know their story.

“That person’s been checking you out all night,” Guy nodded over at a slender and handsome man in the corner.

“No he hasn’t,” Mikey shot back.

“Trust me, when people aren’t checking me out, I notice,” Guy replied. “He’s definitely interested in you.”

Mikey smiled, rather flattered.

“Who knows, he might be open to a little…” Guy winked, having learned recently that Mikey had a small fantasy about having a threesome. Guy waved his arm and beckoned the man over to them, despite Mikey’s nervous protests.

The admirer introduced himself as Henry and he admitted to having attended plenty of these types of events in the last few years. “What’s your weight?” he asked Mikey; an outrageous question in any other circumstances but these.

Guy jumped in to answer. “He’s just hit three-twenty,” he lied. He was only one hundred and forty pounds two years ago.”

“That’s impressive!” Henry nodded, clearly more interested than ever.

“He’s been a high achiever his whole life,” Guy smiled, wrapping his strong large arm over Mikey’s shoulders with pride.

Henry wanted to know more about their situation and circumstances. Were they an item? Was it casual? Was Guy really a feeder? But when the time came to ask him if he wanted to come back to the hotel with them, Henry did not decline. They stopped for takeout on the way, with Henry very clearly getting off on how much Mikey was able to eat: being so assertive with the chub, clearly setting high expectations from the start. Then they all headed back, making every pleasurable second all about Mikey; just as he deserved.

At the end of another summer, Guy and Mikey embarked upon their final year of college. Mikey’s weight had continued to creep up, with his face now properly framed by a large double chin and his upper arms finally starting to puff up and broaden him up a bit.

“I actually met up with Henry a couple of times this summer,” Mikey explained casually as the pair of them lay awkwardly facing each other on the narrow single bed in Guy’s room.

Guy instantly felt ashamed of the giant wave of jealousy that washed over him. He’d slept with a countless number of people during their casual sex games of the last two years, yet he begrudged Mikey even this little thing in return. Still, he tried not to show his feelings, diligently asking questions and smiling encouragingly, as if this was all positive news.

“Henry really knows how to push me to eat,” Mikey went on. “I’ve never eaten as much in my life! And it was all the type of stuff that he knew would only make me fatter.”

Guy nodded, concealing the inadequacy he felt. He’d never really been what Mikey had wanted. He only knew the absolute basics of the feedism kink Mikey was so into and had, for the most part, got away without having to sit through many of the tedious feeding sessions Mikey seemed to enjoy so much. This whole affair with Mikey had started because Guy hadn’t wanted anyone to take the champion blow-job boy away from him, yet he had unknowingly opened the floodgates during that fairly average threesome he had been a part of back at the gainer event. “Are you meeting up with him again?” he asked casually.

“He’s coming here in December,” Mikey squeaked excitedly. “But he’s given me strict instructions to continue to eat and grow before then. I honestly think he wants me to be absolutely huge!”

Guy smiled back at him, despite the sadness he felt. Mikey was undoubtedly slipping away from him.

That December, Guy had been away with the football team during the weekend of Henry’s visit. Even so, Mikey’s weight had continued to increase at an almost alarming rate, both before and after the feeder had called over. It had been spurred on by the many messages and video calls the pair had made, despite the great geographical distance between them. Guy had so many other things on his mind, he tried to convince himself that it didn’t bother him, but he was never fully successful. Mikey himself was now entirely unrecognisable, coated with giant amounts of fat all over his body. His frame had widened, with fat spilling out from his round gut and his nipples sagging right onto his swollen midsection. He walked slowly about the campus, usually carrying a backpack filled with fattening supplies from the nearby supermarket in order to further his weight gain. Likewise, Henry had begun ordering fast food to the dorms, increasing Mikey’s intake even more and ensuring that the boy had surpassed three hundred and eighty pounds by April.

Guy knew that he couldn’t get away with avoiding Henry a second time when he stopped by for an entire week that Spring, just before the final exam season got underway. The conversation was polite, but it was obvious that Henry wanted more time alone with Mikey, rather than having Guy tagging along.

“Let’s be real…” Henry stated at the end of the week, taking advantage of the fact that Mikey had gone to the bathroom at the restaurant he was treating the two of them to a meal at. “You’re not actually a feeder, are you?”

“What does that matter?” Guy shrugged. “I’ve done pretty well getting Mikey’s weight up. He would still be that skinny little twig if it wasn’t for me.”

Henry shook his head and laughed. “No he wouldn’t!” he replied dismissively. “Mikey is a fat boy, through and through! I’ve never come across anyone like him. If you hadn’t been there, he would have found some other excuse to start piling the pounds on. It’s just in him. He’s meant to be absolutely enormous.”

Guy didn’t have a response. In reality, he’d known as much from the very beginning. Mikey had never needed much encouragement to overeat, and he’d always seemed propelled to fatten by some force greater than a basic kinky subservience kink to Guy himself.

“I’m going to ask him to move with me to Phoenix when he finishes college next month,” Henry announced; his tone one of uncompromising assertiveness.

“Phoenix?” Guy gasped in alarm. “But I’ll never see him!”

“What the hell did you think he was going to do when he finished college? You’ve got a job lined up here in the city, but what is there for Mikey? He doesn’t have any family here. You really expected him to just hang around for you?”

Guy exhaled, knowing that they couldn’t carry the conversation on with the fattened Mikey trotting back towards the table. He ground his teeth together, wondering how best to fight this plan to uproot Mikey’s entire life and move him to Phoenix. But then he witnessed the boy’s delight the next day as Henry made the offer, and witnessed the tears days later as Henry had to leave him once more. It was over. Mikey had found the one he was really meant to be with.

“You’ll come and visit me, right?” Mikey asked as Guy dropped the last of Mikey’s stuff in the back of Henry’s truck a few weeks later.

“Of course I will,” Guy nodded, trying to hold back on how cut up he felt that his time with Mikey was now over. “Just you try and stop me!”

The pair hugged warmly.

Next, Henry came up and shook Guy’s hand. Despite the silent animosity between them, there was an air of respect. Henry had been right, after all. Mikey needed a lot more than Guy could give him. This was the life that the fat boy coveted and deserved. But Henry was no idiot either. He knew what Guy was giving up; that he had fallen in love with the boy, and that his love was not returned; at least, not in the same way.

“Come on, Fatso!” Henry smiled, patting Mikey on his wide, blubbery butt. “We’d best hit the road.”

Guy stood looking into the distance long after the truck went out of sight. One very massive chapter of his life had just ended, and another was about to begin.

[ryus3i]

Hi, Mai!!! Hru?

I'm thinking bonten trio (ran, rin and sanzu) going through a rough time and (y/n) being there on their sides and consoling them.

What you say ^o^ ?

COMFORTING BONTEN TRIO DURING HARD TIMES ft. Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani and Haruchiyo Sanzu

Bonten Trio x gn reader

Genre; Angst

Cw; cursing, intoxication, gremlins (children) in Rindou’s, reader is a parent in Rindou’s. Horrible endings. Possibly ooc.

A/n; Hi!!! I’m good Hru?? Thank you sm for requesting, I’m sorry I took so long but it’s finally done and I hope you like it. Lmk what you think!

RAN HAITANI

“Ran, is everything alright?”

Ran wasn’t the type of lover to enter without a sound. Ran wasn’t the type to avoid your kisses or walk right past you so why did he today?  

You can only watch your husband from the door frame as he begins to unbutton the first buttons  of his dress shirt. The dress shirt that was once void of wrinkles was now riddled with lines and creases that spanned the shirt. 

It is only when Ran sees you through the reflection of your shared vanity mirror that he takes a step back. He takes a seat on the edge of your bed and lets out a sigh, a sigh that signals to you that something was bothering Ran. Did  something happen at work? Was he alright? Was Rindou alright? 

You took this opportunity to take a seat by Ran’s side, where you hoped he would want you to be. Taking his hand in yours you lace your fingers with his slender ones. Giving him a light squeeze you lift your eyes to find his, to find where they were. 

“What’s wrong” are the only words that can come out. They come out just barely but are quickly sucked into the space you and Ran occupy. They float until Ran gets a hold and takes them in. 

“I’m just worried about Rin, I know he’s not a little kid anymore but I can’t help wanting to keep him close. He wants to go on missions alone, without me. It’s always been the two of us, the Haitani Brothers.”

“Ran, I know it's hard to just let him go but Rin needs room to grow. He won’t have you around forever, we both know he can handle himself so let him.”

“Y/N, what if he gets hurt, what if he can’t handle it?”

“I’m not saying, let him go forever. Why not just give it a chance, give him a chance? Rin did learn from the best didn’t he”. Ran can’t help but let out a chuckle, one that you didn’t know you missed.

“Besides, maybe Mikey will let you approve of his missions or even let you spy on him a bit. Just give Rin a chance, love.”. 

“You’re right, he’s leeched onto me long enough. Little shit needs to be a man now.”.  You know Ran will give Rindou some sort of lecture before Mikey even lets Rindou go on a mission but you know Ran just wants the best Rindou. 

“Okay, I’ll let you freshen up while I heat the food”. 

Just before you can leave, strong arms make their way around your waist, pulling you into the warmth of your lover. 

“I love you y/n, thank you”. Ran places a soft kiss filled love on your forehead.

RINDOU HAITANI 

“When’s Daddy coming home?” Your little girl couldn’t understand why her father wasn’t home yet and neither could you. You had tried to call him countless times and left numerous messages but all were delivered and never answered. 

Maybe he was on a mission and just couldn’t pick up the phone? Or what if he was in a meeting? It couldn’t have been the same reasons over and over these last weeks where Rindou would come home unexpectedly.  All these questions swam around your head in circles but ultimately got stuck in the whirlpool of your worries. 

A jolt of fear runs through you when the front door to your home suddenly opens. Rindou was finally here but it didn’t ease the worries in your head. 

Making your way towards him you place a kiss on his cheek, the typical way you’d greet him daily. You can sense the tension that lingers around the Haitani. You can feel the way the tension slowly builds up and tightens its hold around him as takes off his coat and gives his daughter a quick hug before going to his study. 

“Okay, now that you’ve seen daddy and gotten a hug it is time for you to sleep. You’ve been up long past your bedtime. Make sure you clean up all your toys”.

As your little one begins to do as she was told your mind drifts off to Rindou. The whirlpool has settled down but the questions are stuck in motion. You had decided on the first day of Rin’s change in action that it was a one day thing. On the second you let him have the space you know he needed but after a week you would get the answers  you needed.

While your daughter drifts into the land of dreams you drift toward the study where your husband has been secluding himself from the rest of your house. 

Slowly opening the door, your eyes lay on the figure of your husband hunched over the auburn desk the two of you had selected years ago to match the rest of the room. You can hear the sound of pen marking paper, ink leaving its forever behind on paper that won’t quite keep it forever. 

You call out his name but it never goes through, you try again but it's never received. A light tap on Rin’s shoulder breaks him out of the trance that paperwork has lulled him into. 

“Hey, did you need something”

“No, but do you have a minute to talk?”. A minute wouldn’t be long enough to get him to let everything out but a minute was all you needed to get him to speak even a little bit and explain himself.

“Look Rin, I just want to know what’s been going on, you’ve been coming home later and later and you don’t even respond to my messages or pick up calls”. 

“y/n, I’m so busy I really can’t do this now”

“Rin, please just answer me then I’ll leave you alone. I’m worried about you, coming  home late day after day without a word is so unlike you. Even your daughter is getting worried about you, she just wants some time with her father.”.

“I’m doing this all for her and you, I’ve been slacking off recently and I need to get it together. I’m sorry but I need to sacrifice time with you two for her.”. 

“Rin I understand but please, right now all she needs is your attention.”.

“My attention alone will not give her the best life”.

This back and forth with Rindou was frustrating, it was going nowhere. He would only become more upset the longer he was taken away from his work so it was just to leave before things could escalate. It would be better to continue this conversation at some other time. 

“I just don’t want to let her down”. 

In that moment everything clicked, the missing piece of the puzzle was now in place. Rindou was afraid. Afraid of history repeating, afraid of becoming the parent he had resented his entire life.  

It was years ago when Rindou had told you of childhood. Years without parents who loved or even cared. Rindou knew what it was like growing up practically living on the streets so he wanted to do whatever he could to keep his daughter as far away from it as possible but he fails to realize that he’s pushing her away from himself. 

“Rin, you could never let her down, you’re an  amazing father. I know you want to give her anything she could ever want but right now she just needs your attention. 

“What if it’s not enough”.

“Trust me Rin everything you do for her is more than enough.”.

“I’m sorry love, I’ll take a couple days off for you two, we can do whatever you and our little princess choose”. 

HARUCHIYO SANZU

Haruchiyo would do anything to push back the feelings. If it meant running away from reality and escaping to the land of intoxication he would do it. He can’t take the emotions that  swallow him whole, the emotions that  drive him crazy and take wheels steering his life. His feet take him away from you but his emotions drop him off at your doorstep. 

From the peephole of your door you can see a disheveled mess of oh so familiar pink hair. Haruchiyo was drunk again, wasn't he? What else would he be doing at your door after leaving your heart to pieces a month ago, when he confessed he didn’t love you any longer, that he didn’t want you any longer. 

Opening your recovering heart you wrap one arm of the man who no longer loved around your neck and take him inside your home.

Haruchiyo can only allow you to take him in and place him on the couch where memories from before resurface, memories from when he could keep you happy resurfaced.

“Here, water you look like you need it.”. Reaching out for the glass of water he slowly takes in the water and his thoughts. Why was he here? He doesn’t deserve any of this. He should be somewhere else, maybe in a shady alley or anywhere but here.

“Haru, it hurts. God knows if you even care anymore but it hurts. You hurt me so bad. I spent days crying over you. I can’t  think without having your words replay in my mind. I hate you, I hate you so much”. 

Tears can only pool at Haruchiyo’s eyes as he hears the three words he knew he deserved to hear come out of your mouth. Tears push past his eyelashes as he watches tears of your own fall down the sides of your face as you try your best to hide them. Tears finally break free as he watches you stand up, why can he only watch as his only love walks away from him. There has to be something he can do.

“Wait, I love you”. Before the words can register in his mind they fall out for you to catch. The three words he never said in your year together suddenly leave his mouth before he can even think. 

The three words you’ve only ever wanted him to say finally leave his mouth but why aren’t you celebrating. Why aren’t you cheering and jumping? It’s because you don’t think he means it, he’s drunk off his mind. He’s just saying anything.

“I meant it y/n, I love you”. As you turn around to face him you watch as makes his way closer to you. Every footstep he takes closer to you brings his words closer and closer to your heart.

“I know, I know you think I’m lying just to make you stay but I mean it. I hurt you, I broke your heart and I don’t deserve you but I still love you. I never stopped loving you, this past month has been hell without you, I can’t sleep, I can think, I can’t live without you.``.  

Haruchiyo is now on his knees with his head in hands. His throat tries to hold in his sobs but his heart can’t hold them any longer.  Dropping to his side you bring him into your arms, no longer wanting to watch him hurt. His words from a month ago were forgotten as you brought him closer, you hurt but Haruchiyo was always hurting. You don’t need Haruchiyo you wanted him but Haruchiyo needed you. 

You were is his everything but you never realized. You loved him more than anything but he never realized. You both had your flaws but together you could make things work.

“We can figure this out Haru, I'm always going to be here for you no matter what. I’m sorry for never realizing how you felt. I’ve been so selfish, please forgive me. I love you Haru.”.

“I love you too. I’ll always love you. I’ll forgive you if you forgive me for hurting you. Let’s figure this out together”. 

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ALWAYS: MICHEAL “MIKEY” BERZATTO X BLACK PLUS SIZE READER

SUMMARY: You hold each other down, that’s how it’s always been and that’s how it always will be.

Flashback

You sucked in a shaky breath, running your hands over your blouse to ensure that there were no wrinkles before opening the door.

The atmosphere of the restaurant instantly overwhelmed you, the cashiers up front yelling out orders, the register going ding every five seconds, the people shuffling in and out, some bumping into you without so much of an excuse me or sorry.

You stood by the door for a moment trying to calm your nerves.

“You gonna stand there all day sweetheart or are you gonna order something?” A voice pulled you from your thoughts.

You didn’t notice the line cleared out, you were the only one left. How long had you been standing there?

“I’m uh, i’m here for an interview.” You looked at the man behind the register.

“Really?” He stared at you in disbelief.

“Yeah.” You nodded rapidly.

“Shit, one second. ” He headed toward the back.

He quickly came back, another man behind him.

“You’re y/n?” His eyes trailed your frame, an unreadable expression.

“Yeah.” You fidgeted under his gaze.

“Follow me.” He started walking toward the back.

He led you into a small dining room, taking a seat at one of the tables gesturing for you to sit across from him.

“Listen you look like a nice woman, way too nice for this place and i just wanna give you a heads before we go any further.” He started.

“I gotta be honest this place is shit, everything’s broken all the fucking time, we’re always running out of something, there’s constant chaos, people yelling, losing their fucking minds, the pay is shit and benefits are non existent so don’t even ask.” He spoke bluntly, studying you.

You took a deep breath, taking in everything he just said.

“It was nice meeting you.” He half smiled standing up.

“Wait… i didn’t say i didn’t want the job.” You looked up at him.

He paused, eyes widening.

“Can you cook?” He sat back down.

“Been cooking my whole life.” You nodded.

“Good, good, that’s great.” He sighed in relief.

“Why here?” He looked into your eyes, searching for something.

“Not a lot of options and i gotta keep food on the table somehow, keep the lights on.” You mumbled biting your lip.

He smiled gently.

“When can you start?”

Present

“We’re out of bread… how the fuck are we out of bread?” You grumbled scribbling away on your notepad.

“Mikey.” You called out to him.

You paused waiting for a response and when you didn’t get one you exited the kitchen, looking around for the dark haired man.

“Mikey?” You spotted him sitting at one of the tables, staring into space.

You walked over to him, eyes shooting down to his hands that were shaking rapidly.

“Mikey?” You spoke gently, placing a hand on his shoulder, squeezing softly.

“Sorry what were you saying?” He looked up at you.

“How about we go outside, get some fresh air, yeah?” You brushed the hair out of his face. It had gotten longer over the years.

He nodded following you out the door.

“You ever think that this is stupid?” He questioned leaning against the brick wall, puffing a cigarette.

“All the fucking time.” You laughed dryly, rubbing your hands together to generate heat.

“Yeah, should’ve got rid of this place a long time ago.” He huffed.

“Hey, that’s not what i meant.” You furrowed your brows.

“This place is fucking awful, it’s a dump, it sucks the life out of you and sometimes i fantasize about leaving the oven on after a shift so it can burn to the ground.” You smiled as he chuckled, happy you could get a laugh out of him.

“But it’s home… you built something special here, helped a lot of people, formed a family. I don’t regret coming to that interview that day, i don’t regret staying either, sticking it out despite all the bullshit.” You continue, watching the busy street.

He turned towards you, eyes tracing the side of your face.

“You know, i never tell you enough how grateful i am to have you.” He spoke up after a moment.

You look at him, face warming at the compliment.

“You’re my fucking rock sweets.” He locked eyes with you.

“And you’re mine.” You smiled.

“When you feel yourself sinking i’m always gonna be there to pull your ass up and i know you’d do the same for me.” You spoke tenderly.

“You don’t have to carry it all alone, i got you and so does the rest of your team.” You grabbed his hand.

He lifted it to his mouth, planting gentle kisses on your knuckles.

He gazed at you affectionately, eyes soft.

“What?” You grinned nervously as he continued to stare.

He pulled you against him, your plush body colliding with his toned one.

He grabbed the sides of your face, pulling you into a sweet kiss.

Your eyes widened slightly but once the initial shock wore off you kissed back, sighing deeply, savoring the way his lips felt against yours, the way his stubble tickled your cheeks.

You both pulled away after a short while, foreheads resting against each other’s, small pants coming out of your mouths.

“Mikey.” You breathed out.

“I fucking love you.” He pecked your lips, closing his eyes.

“I love you too.”

A/N - This is inspired by the napkins episode, Mikey is super duper sweet and very charming ahhhh. 🌻

[cobrabobra]

"Asshole"

Carl Grimes x male!reader

pre Negan Alexandria, reader is Ron's older brother, kinda Carl's pov?, mention of porn, carl discovering his sexuality and being really confused about it, arguing, mention of guns

This is my first fanfic in years, english is not my first language so there might be some(a lot of) mistakes

part two

Carl was annoyed, like really pissed off and the thing is nothing really happend to get him so agitated, everything was fine, well as fine as it can be with the dead walking around. Everything was fine except his stupid little teenage heart. When finally things were going okay, when he finally had a roof over his head, food in his stomach and water in his sink, when he finally had a chance to take a break from living in constant fear, everything went to shit because of a one person.

He met (Y/N) when he was chilling in Ron's house, playing some video games, he was spending time with his friends ( if he could call them that) and finally feel like a normal teenage boy.

"You're cheating! " said Mikey, clearly not believing that young Grimes could've beaten him six times in a row.

Carl only chuckled at his words finding it funny that the boy could be such a sore loser.

"He probably doesn't even know how to cheat" Enid didn't even look up from her comic book as she spoke. Brown haired boy felt a sudden warm feeling in his chest, maybe him and Enid had a shot at being friends?

Enid was always distant, always annoyed at him for some unknown reason, when all he tried to do is make some friends, he didn't think he was too pushy or obnoxious, but maybe he was wrong. Anyway, he hoped that this was a sign that they were on the right track.

"Come on, it's my turn" Ron tried to break the silence after his girlfriends words. He himself was somehow surprised that Enid had protected Carl, after all he thought that they both disliked the new boy.

Unfortunately Anderson didn't have the time to sit on the floor and start the game before someone called to him.

"Ron? You here?" the voice came from downstairs and Carl was almost certain that he haven't met it's owner yet.

Approaching footsteps could've been heard and soon a new face appeared by the door.

Grimes discretely studied the newcomer's face, before him stood a boy, a little older than him with beautiful eyes and even prettier smile. To be honest, the man was gorgeous and Carl only wished he met him sooner, whoever he was.

"You're back from the run?" Ron stood up, he was clearly pleased to see this mysterious boy.

"Mhm" he nodded and took something out of his bag. "And I got you a little something" he said with a playful smirk on his face.

The little something happened to be a porn magazine and Anderson blushed furiously at the sight of it.

Mikey barely held back a laugh and he looked like he was suffocating while Enid completely ignored this whole situation. Carl himself found it amusing and couldn't help a little smile on his face.

Ron quickly took the magazine and threw it under his bed and because he did it without any thought, almost automatically, that made Carl think that this perhaps wasn't the first time something like that happened.

"I don't think we've met before, pretty boy" the stranger turned to the long haired male with a slight smile. His words made Carl blush a little and Ron more red than before, but this time with anger and not embarrassment.

"Don't call him tha-"

"I'm Carl. Carl Grimes" he cut the boy off as he introduced himself. Beautiful eyes of the man before him studied his face and Carl found himself feeling all tingly and warm in his chest once again.

"Nice hat, cowboy" he laughed, surely he wasn't trying to be mean, only to lighten up the mood a bit, but Grimes boy couldn't help to feel a little hurt and trying to hide himself by lowering his head, not wanting to look him in the face. "Name's (Y/N), Ron's older brother" he added, hoping his little comment will soon be forgotten.

(Y/N), such a pretty name, Carl thought, suits him quite nicely.

After that day the teen couldn't stop thinking about (Y/N), his hair looked so soft, his eyes friendly, his smile charming and his lips so-

Carl pushed his face into his pillow, feeling embarrassed to think such things about the boy. It was embarrassing, yes. But it was also new and exciting, definitely confusing, but mostly exciting. He never thought he would ever try to imagine how it feels to hug another boy, how to kiss another boy, how to be with another boy.

It's been a couple of weeks since they've met and all the brown haired boy could think was (Y/N), they've spent some time together and Carl even dared to call them friends. The other boy wasn't as interested in comic books as Carl was, but he seemed interested in hearing what Carl had to say about them. They often found themselves in the young Grimes' room, sitting on his bed, Carl talking about the newest comic he read while (Y/N) listened with a smile on his face.

Sometimes they would go on walks outside the walls, they kept close, their shoulders brushing against each other, thrill of being alone in the woods where danger was just around the corner, Carl couldn't help but love those.

So where all this anger came from? From frustration, not knowing who he was, who did he like and really not having an option to answer these questions. In the old world he might've just searched something on the internet, maybe done some quizzes, perhaps watched some porn, but this wasn't an option these days. All he knew was that he liked, really liked, (Y/N) , so was he gay? No, he couldn't be, not when he thought about kissing Enid as well, he thought that she was very pretty and her lips looked so soft. So, did he like both guys and girls? Was that even possible? Did he only like girls and (Y/N) was only an exception or was it the other way around and he only like boys, Enid being the exception? Hell, did he like anyone at all or was it just his hormones, some weird need to create a safe space for himself, his very own family? He was so confused and in a need for a serious talk but he didn't want to bother anyone, his dad and Michonne had a lot of work, Daryl would probably by more embarrassed about a conversation like that than Carl himself, with Ron, Enid and Mikey there was always a possibility that they could tell (Y/N) about his feelings.

He sighed and laid on his back, eyes pointed at the ceiling where (Y/N) put little glow in the dark star stickers he found in an abandoned house, Carl had to hold him up so he could reach the ceiling and gosh, his heart still raced at the memory of how close they were in that moment.

"Hey, cowboy. Whatcha doin'?" a familiar voice spoke and Carl almost died from hitting his head on the nightstand because of how fast he reached for the walkie. They'd found them on a run one time, probably should've given them to Rick, but how could anyone throw away an opportunity to talk to their crush in the middle of the night?

"Hey, what's up?" he responded trying to sound cool and casual, unfortunately his voice cracked a little which made him blush with embarrassment. He hated when it happened, he couldn't do anything about it and everyone made fun of it.

"Whoa, easy buddy. Just wanted to ask if you wanted to go on a walk?" (Y/N)'s soft chuckle made Grimes ever more red. Gosh, his laugh was perfect, always made him smile too.

"Oh, crap, sorry, I already have plans with Enid" he suddenly remembered, since he followed her to the forest a couple of times they started to talk more and their friendship blossomed. They liked spending time with each other, mostly reading comics and just enjoying each other's company.

"You didn't tell me you had a date?" the boy on the other side of the walkie tried to sound offended.

"It's not a date, we just hang out sometimes, it's not a big deal" he quickly explained, although the thought of (Y/N) being jealous was very appealing he didn't want to risk pushing the boy away. If he had the tinest chance then he won't let it go to waste.

"Sure" there was a loud sigh, a disappointed one, though it might've been just his imagination. "I get it, no need to be shy 'bout having a girlfriend. Anyways, I'd better leave you alone, get ready for your totally casual hanging out with Enid alone in the woods totally not kissing. Have a nice one" (Y/N) left him with those words leaving Carl irritated again. He always does this, he always suggests that him and Enid are boyfriend and girlfriend, he's totally oblivious about Grimes' feelings. Enid was cool, pretty, good listener and if (Y/N) wasn't here Carl probably would've want to have that kind of relationship with her but for now his mind was focused on the boy who just hang up on him.

He hated it when (Y/N) always said crap like that and not even considered that Carl might've some sort of feelings for him. Or maybe he did realise that and he said stuff like that to show that he simply wasn't interested? Fuck, love is so complicated.

Few days later, they were exploring an abandoned building, Rick and Glenn cleared one room at a time while they stuffed their backpacks with whatever that might've been useful. They haven't really talked since that day, (Y/N) said he was busy doing something with Ron, which was obviously bullshit, although Ron was his brother, he annoyed (Y/N) more than he did anyone else. Carl spent those days thinking about what could he possibly have done wrong, maybe the other boy really was jealous? Maybe he was jealous of Carl spending so much time with Enid because he had the hots for her? Maybe he was just overthinking?

"Oh, look what I've found!" the object of his thoughts stood in front of him holding a dusty bottle of wine. "Should we take it?" he said with a mischievous grin. "Maybe you drink it with Enid, that'd be romantic, hm?"

"Are you seriously talking about it again? Me and Enid are not together" irritation in his voice must've thrown (Y/N) off a bit, because he just stood there looking confused.

"Come on, Carl, everyone can see it, you like her" he sighed, his voice tired of the same conversation over and over again, can't Carl just admit it?

"I don't like Enid, hell, I don't know if I even like girls, (Y/N)!" he snapped and quickly started regretting his words, he didn't mean to say that.

"What? Why didn't you tell me?" he looked hurt, well of course he was, his best friend didn't tell him about his feelings, about what he's been going through.

"Forget it" he murmured under his breath and shoved the bottle in his backpack. "Let's just go"

He didn't expect for the other boy to grab his hand, though deep down he loved the sensatiom of being touched by him, he was too pissed off.

"What do you want from me?!" he yelled, clearly forgetting about the dead lurking behind every corner, just waiting for a chance to attack.

"I want you to talk to me, Carl" the older boy's voice was sad, almost as sad as when he told his friend about his abusive dad.

"There's nothing to talk about" starting to feel a bit guilty for hurting his friend, he tried to end the topic and move on.

"There is! For example, if you don't know if you like girls does it mean you like boys? Or do you think you don't like anyone in general?" the Alexandrian's expression turned from disappointed and hurt to irritated at the brown haired boy's behavior.

"I don't know!" all of the emotions he felt for the past couple of weeks started to come to the surface, he was frustrated that once again for not being able to answer these questions.

"How do you not know?!" they were both angry at each other at this point, Carl for (Y/N) pushing him, asking about stuff he had no idea about and (Y/N) at Carl for not wanting to talk to him.

"How am I supposed to know?! I don't know how to find out!"

And then something unexpected happened, one second Carl was clenching his fists ready to smash something with his head and the other he felt his whole body shiver and tense up at the feeling of a soft pair of lips against his own. He was too shocked to kiss (Y/N) back, too confused, too tingly and weak inside to do anything. All of the sudden he felt all the love his felt for this boy erupting inside of him as he grabbed him by the neck and pulled him closer. It was messy, weird and very awkward, but it was charming in some kind of way. Almost perfect, almost. It would've been if not for the walker who just emerged from around the corner, attracted by their fight, hungry and ready to attack.

Shots were fired from (Y/N)'s gun as he stood there focused on the monster, his lips all red and swollen from the kiss.

"You okay?" he asked carefully as if Carl was a wild animal easy to scare.

"Yeah" he only managed to say, still to stunned to speak.

"Good" he put his gun back into the holster and looked at the Grimes boy once again. "Next time you need help figuring something out just tell me, asshole"

[cokoweee]

okay, I've been following your account and loving your art since the Mikey vape comic days-- probably about a year or so now? and. holy shit. your art improvement has been absolutely INSANE.

can I ask if there was anything specific you did to improve so much and so quickly? was it, like, a quantity thing-- just drawing a TON very rapidly, doing lots of little sketches, going insane over an au and knocking out like thirty comic panels in a few days, etc etc-- or a quality thing, like doing a lot of specific studies in anatomy and environment or genuinely practicing at some particular skill? I feel like I've been very stuck in terms of improving my art lately, and I'm trying to figure out the best way to get myself out of the rut. Just curious to know how it's worked out for you!

if you have any specific advice for how to improve in making comics, that would be super helpful too. i feel like you're very good at posing/rough anatomy (as in, you draw forms from a lot of different angles and with very slight variations that really sell the poses for me), and that's something I would LOVE to get better at. also, the way you draw environments!! i've never been good at background or situating characters in a particular frame, but it always looks so natural whenever I'm reading your comics-- the layouts make sense, they're never under or over detailed, they feel appropriately cluttered or clean, etc etc. Any advice for something like that? or, more relevantly, any recommendations on how to get better at something like that?

thanks! love your work <33

I’m still not here

Uhhh I didn’t do anything real fancy? I looked at a lot of homies art along with actually using references for bodies to understand them better. Not entirely sure what I did other than I draw a LOT

I spend any minute I have at work and home pretty much drawing. It’s actually a lil unhealthy with how much I do. I ignore what my body wants/needs 90% of the time

Uhmmm read some comics. Use references? Oh I stopped using a pencil so much which somehow works?

I know you u want like an actual answer but I’m pretty terrible at that. Best I got is just expand ur noggin on stuff. Use references, read different kind of comics and get a feel of them. Chomp out the things you like. Be goofy with what u doodle even if it don’t look right.

Don’t try to make a masterpiece every time. It’s okay to be a lil sloppy

[b0nten]

hii, I was thinking for the 1k followers event (congrats btw☆) at number 10 with Mikey. maybe his s/o is a foreign(hope I wrote it right :/) that has to go back to their country for a couple years and they promise eachother to get back together once they meet again?? 🛐 jfdjfjwk

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ it hurts because it isn’t fair. it hurts even more because you’re tired of being selfless. this is your moment to be selfish.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ hellooooooo!!!! here it is! i know it took a lot of time, but i really liked this idea since i first got the ask🤭 hope you like it! prompt no. 10 “remember me” + mikey ;

tw: kind of a breakdown?

TOKYO HEART CLUB

“it’s all righ— “

“no it’s not! don’t tell me it’s alright when it isn’t, mikey! does it look alright to you?”

mikey pushes your head even harder into his shoulder. his already dirty toman uniform is dirtied even harder with your cries and he feels his heart shattering at the sound of your off-chord symphonies.

“i worked my ass off, and you know that!” you raise your head and yell at him, as if it’s any of his fault, “i studied japanese alone, i bought all my books and study materials, i got here on my own, with no one’s help! i won the shadowing residency at UTokyo and i did all i could so i could be top of my class and stay here! and how do i get rewarded? i’m being sent away because some snot-nosed, rich kids want to come to japan to fool around and they had to bribe admissions!”

mikey looks in your eyes with a look so comforting, yet annoying. it’s the looks that means ‘i know, you deserve none of this”, but that very look pains you because you know it too. perhaps it’d have been easier if you would have convinced yourself it was you who did something wrong, but you really were a picture-perfect student: highest grades, always respectful and attention-paying in class, never got into fights that the study abroad agency heard of, you did everything to a t. and yet they still want to send you away? because of what? rich kids that’ll do nothing but get low grades, won’t even bother studying japanese and most likely get arrested for doing dumb shit, sooner or later? everything you have, they don’t, and they’re still sending you away? and not just you, all of your friends, kids who put in just as much effort as you to get where they were. and now, all of their dreams are shattered.

you look in his eyes and in their reflection plays a painfully beautiful movie of memories. your eyes start to water even harder and you just can’t take it anymore.

“don’t let me leave, mikey!” you grab onto his shirt and with fists full of white cotton you pull on it, as if you’re pulling your own hair out, “i love you, i love being here with you, you’re my sec— screw that, you are my family! i don’t want to lose you, you know? and i don’t want you to forget me, please don’t forget me! always remeber me, mikey! i still want to be your girlfriend and i still want to patch you up after you come home all beat up after gang fights! i want to be there on the sides to take care of you and your team, i still want to be toman’s chief of medical assistance and hear you guys laugh about my title! i — i — “

his soft palm meets your quivering mouth and he eyes you down. his soft lips part and his eyes widen.

“what do you mean, you still want to be my girlfriend, y/n? do you think you moving away for one year, hell, even less, is going to strip you of that title? do you think you’re not gonna be the queen of toman anymore, the angel of death that patches up fifty guys at once and does so with the utmost elegance? you’ll be my girlfriend till the end of the world, you’ll be toman’s chief of medical assistance until no toman member lives anymore, you’ll come here, first thing you do after graduating, and you’ll become not only toman’s lead and only doctor, but UTokyo’s as well. and we’re all gonna be waiting here for you. i’ll never forget you, not even when i’m dead.”

he pulls you close and shakes his head in a disapproving manner, “sometimes many dumb things happen in this smart thing, “ he cups your face and kisses your forehead, “let’s go to the meeting, y/n-sensei, toman’s chief of medical assistance, what do you say?”

[mikeydraws]

This took me ages to finish but it’s finally here! My own spin off verse of TMNT!! I’m honestly so happy with these, and I’ll talk abt them separately!

Also expect art from underverse and undertale, I got back into that phase after leaving it years ago 😭 not complaining tho (and also sonic, somehow it got to me through sonic prime)

This AU is called Horror AU bc of all the horrors happening and they faced quite a lot

This AU is abt the guys being more murderers and crazy more then anything really, their backstory is that splinter was a bit more abusive and meaner, (yes I did him dirty) he was stricter and never treated his sons like his own sons, he felt like he lost everything bc of them and saving them, and when he went on the battlefield with his sons to fight he died. This made the brothers unstable and resulted in killing as a stress reliever.

Let me also explain in what they live in, I got inspired by the last ronin for this! They live in a dystopian completely controlled by the foot clan, foot members are merciless, they will kill any yokai or “monsters” in their paths, every wall are covered in wanted posters of monsters. They are hunted down till they are dead, they are alliances and groups of monsters who try to stay hidden, it’s basically a war.

Good old Leonardo, now in this AU they don’t really have a leader of some sort, yes Leo does make a few orders but there’s also orders from others in the team, mostly from Donnie. As you can see Leo’s sheet looks unfinished, bc it is, there are some things I didn’t do while finishing it and I didn’t double check. Leo is the manipulating bitchass who cracks jokes about dying and shit, he’s always smiling and being a narcissist ass, him and mikey are the ones that act the craziest of themselves with each other while murdering. He is a red eared slider because I can’t see him as anything else, he is 16 and 5’0 feet

Now good old Donnatello! He lost his eye to a foot clan ninja in an ambush and replaced it with a lil screen. He is a Diamondback terrapin, 5’3 feet and 16. Donnie is the one that provides his brothers with machines and medical care alongside april, he doesn’t kill as much as his brothers bc he doesn’t quite see the joy in it, instead he sees joy in technology. He also likes dissecting human bodies and studying them, he gets them from the foot clan ninja they killed. But when people mess with him he is the fastest and most brutal in combat, no mercy. Him and Leo do this thing where they put makeup on each other when going on a killing spree, to be like a duo, it’s mostly Leo who makes Donnie do it.

When he is angry god help you bc you are dead in seconds, he is the most violent when feeling angry, frustrated or disrespected. I made him a spiny soft shell bc they are violent when feeling threatened, he is 5’10 and 17. He was always been told off by everyone for his anger bc most of the time it would get outta hand, he felt like he wasn’t good enough and a failure to his team, so he trained harder. He got one of the worst injury on the back of his soft shell, it was hard for him to recover.

And last but not least…MIKEY!!! Mikey’s sheet is heavely packed with drawings, i didn’t realize till I compared him to Leo and Raph, and he was only the second to be made! He is a spiny terrapin turtle, 14 and 4’11. He is the most unstable out of his brothers, he wants to eat organs, he is quite impatient and firey, he never lets go and he likes to spill blood and also he likes to pretend to be a clown when he is killing ppl, it gives him reassurance

Anyways, next time I’ll give to you april and jones! And maybe splints! This AU isn’t gonna be used really, unless I do drawings of it, and you guys get to draw it as well! If you wish to do that ofc! I would love to see some drawings or writings of these!

[saturnheart]

She took this moment as a chance to take in her younger brother’s ragged appearance, at first glance he looked like he normally did; exhausted. But taking the time to really study him, she knew Carmy was doing worse than he’d ever admit.

💔older sister thingsss

The discoloration under his eyes was the worst Nat had seen it, the deep blue-purple bruising a sign that he was getting even less sleep than he usually did.

poor guys going THROUGH it

She would find him just standing in the restaurant, sometimes eyes staring into nothing as he worried the pendant between his fingers, oftentimes raising it to his lips before letting it go completely and wandering to do whatever task needed to be done.

this!! it kills me like bro really has this pendant and it’s like what keeps him going?? like i find it kinda cute tho (like give me a man who wears my initial 🙄😐🥲)

“That I’m pregnant.” Her final words were spoken just loud enough to alert the crew to her news.

surpiseeeee shawtyyyyy

Nat watched as the two men locked eyes, not too keen on playing referee for these two again. She looked in Carmy’s direction as Richie began making his way over, trying to gauge what was going through her little brother's mind.

these children i swear

“Carmen,” Richie nodded in acknowledgment to Carmy. Richie would be lying if he said he wasn’t purposefully using Carmy’s government name to rile him up, he knew how much Carmy hated it when you did it, and since you weren’t here someone had to uphold the tradition.

i can picture them already LMAO

“I don’t like your tone, Carmen,”

😭

“all I’m sayin’ is Mikey didn’t trademark it whoever did might…I dunno hypothetically deserve an apology in return for said documents.”

richie #1 baby defender !!

“Cat’s out of the bag! Our pregnancy is no longer top secret!”

AWWW PETEEEE

“Nat’s my partner you know? And I’m so grateful for her providing me the opportunity to be a father. Allowing me to build with her, for us to come together and bring a child into this world, it’s a beautiful thing I love her ya know.”

stop he loves her so muchhhh!!!

“Nat she uh…she confided in me about how she always wanted to be the one to throw you a shower if you ever decided to have children. And if-when we had our own she’d want you to be in charge of hers…if you wanted to not like she would force you.”

they’re sisters no matter what 🥹🤍 i’m really glad baby has someone like nat (and pete) but i also feel like sugar needed someone like baby since she grew up with just mikey and carmy + richie was probably one of those friends that was always at their house.

“But Pete was so positive and always looking at life and your situation with a ‘glass half full’ mentality, that his constant belief in you helped to make the hard days easier.”

he’s so needed in that family like he’s adds in a little fun and positivity

“Pete, do you think you could give me Carmen’s number?” You tried not to roll your eyes as you saw Pete’s own light up, you were almost positive he would be telling Nat about this topic of conversation.

🤭🤭

Pete laughed, “He never answers my calls anyway.”

😂😭

I just, whatever is going on between you and Carmen, it’s affecting Nat. And she won’t tell you because you deserve to feel how you feel, but with the baby and the restaurant…she doesn’t need to play "Fix it Felix” with you and Carmen right now.”

WELL SAID PETE 😭 WIFEY NEEDS A BREAK!!!!

“You still fuckin with that lil dumbass boy?” The question caused you to choke on the last bit of cocoa in your cup.

😭😭 he’s so real

“Listen I know we ain’t sposed to have like personal relationships and shit, but lemme know what homeboy looks like I’ll get my goons on em’ for you.” Your head fell back in laughter as Cortez raised his fist to under both of his eyes.

i like this guy LMAO

Carmen stopped in his tracks, eyes finding your figure across the street. You were in front of the church that held the Al-Anon meetings he told you about.

omg

He felt the air leave his lungs as your name flashed across his screen, he realized just how indecent setting that Polaroid picture of you with his chain on might have been now that he was in public, but it’s not like he ever thought you’d call him.

each mention of the polaroids i die a little like.. 🥲

He scrolled through the messages eyes reading over your message with details about a baby shower, your address included.

i can’t wait for the baby shower !!! i’m hoping and praying it’s a sweet time (no drama pls) but whatever you have planned will be GOOD 😭😂

But here he was with a message from you, and a missed call and he wasn’t sure how to take any of it.

sighs

‘Hey Carmen, uh it’s me…Baby. Not sure why I introduced myself. I'm sure you know it’s me.” Carmy let out a watery chuckle at the sound of your voice, even if he hadn't saved your number the delicate timber of your voice would’ve been enough for him.

catch him replaying this voicemail every morning now after receiving it

“I know you have issues with girls actually having your number…Sorry, that was actually kind of rude.”

baby no.. that was actually well deserved for him

“but I think we both deserve a chance to explain our side of things. I um…I also have some things I think you should know. Just, if this is something you’re interested in, you have my number.”

it’s coming soon…. i cannot wait like even if it leaves me in tears

You lived about 30 minutes from where he was, he was confident he could get there in 20 and spare the 10 minutes at a store near you.

i know he’s a chef but i love that he like immediately chooses that he needs to make dinner for her like i know for sure his love language is acts of service like bros here calculating time on how long it will take to get to her place then the grocery market like breatheeee dude

He was nervous, maybe showing up at your house to cook you dinner wasn’t his most thought-out plan but he needed you desperately, needed to see you, be in your presence, and know that there was still a chance of something more between the two of you.

bro 😭😭

the pendant delicately resting against his chest felt warm. Carmen was adamant that he would admit his love for you tonight, unsure if he could go another day living with the fact that you were in love with him, but you still didn’t know just how much he had always loved you. You were so blissfully unaware that since he could remember, you had been the one and only option in his mind.

BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 😭🤍

chapter seven | they know i believed in us last week

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pairing: carmen berzatto x fem!reader | platonic!pete x fem!reader | male!oc x fem!reader |

summary: carmy struggles to deal with your absence in his life, while you finally learn to live without him.

warning(s): talk about miscarriage (no explicit details) | word miscarriage used once | implied suicidal thoughts | substance abuse | NA | AA | Al-Anon | grief | mention of pregnancy |angst | drama | semi-fluff | language | sad boi carm | baby being mature | woe is me carmy | please let me know if i missed anything |

wc: 7.3k

song rec: i'll still have me - cyn, aquilo

semi-edited/proof-read

“Carm hey, are you listening?” Natalie’s eyes flitted across Carmy’s face, his blank eyes staring directly past her. She took this moment as a chance to take in her younger brother’s ragged appearance, at first glance he looked like he normally did; exhausted. But taking the time to really study him, she knew Carmy was doing worse than he’d ever admit.

His usual textured and fluffy hair was limp against his head, the greasy quality of it proving he needed a wash. The discoloration under his eyes was the worst Nat had seen it, the deep blue-purple bruising a sign that he was getting even less sleep than he usually did. The skin of his lips was dehydrated and bitten to pieces, a tick he had as a child that gradually calmed down as he grew older. And the visible stubble on his chin was enough to know that the absence of your presence in his life was hitting him harder than anyone expected.

Her eyes caught on the chain that was haphazardly peeking out of his shirt, squinting at the newly added pendant hanging from it. Natalie didn’t have to be a genius to know whose initial hung around Carmen’s neck, the chain which was usually safely tucked into his shirt was now blatantly on show for everyone to see. Natalie had noticed it more recently since your and Carmy’s argument, though this was her first time seeing it this close. She would find him just standing in the restaurant, sometimes eyes staring into nothing as he worried the pendant between his fingers, oftentimes raising it to his lips before letting it go completely and wandering to do whatever task needed to be done.

Natalie’s concern was palpable but the discomfort in her abdomen was worse. “Have you tried talking to her?” The shaky breath she let out filtered between the two of them.

Carmen’s eyes finally snapped to hers taking in the uncomfortable expression on her face, “Sug?” He waited for Nat to focus on him. “You good?” The question hung in the air as Natalie tried to even out her breathing.

Using his sister's obvious discomfort to deflect from the conversation she was insistent on having wasn’t the nicest thing to do, but he’d rather put his sister’s well-being before being forced to think about how long it had been since he last spoke to you; he last saw you.

Carmy watched as Sug raised a closed hand to her mouth suppressing the urge to gag. “Yeah good, I’m good.” The forced smile on her lips did nothing to fool Carmy, but he wouldn’t force the issue.

“Can you uh, explain to me again how we’re doing, I spaced.” His fingers raised to run through his hair a small grimace painting his face at the grime he could feel left behind on his fingertips.

“Seven weeks out, Carm, and still so much to be done,” An exhausted sigh breathed through Natalie’s lips. The stress opening this restaurant caused felt extremely unnecessary considering her current status.

“No yeah I heard that,” Carmy nodded his head rapidly, Sug’s words slowly coming back to him. He squinted his eyes, hand scratching the grown-out stubble on his chin.  “You uh said something about the DBA getting rejected?”

“About that.” Natalie’s voice trailed off one hand pressing into her abdomen to ease the ache, “The name’s taken.”

Nat watched as Carmy processed the words, her discomfort felt like it was increasing as the seconds passed by.

“Who the fuck could’ve taken the name?” The idea perplexed Carmy. There was no chance another business could have the same name, well there was, it was just slim as hell.

Nat shrugged just as confused as Carmy “It’s been trademarked for years, whoever filed has all legal rights to the name.”

“Fuck me!” The pitch of Carmy’s voice rose along with his irritation.

Natalie’s own mumbled expletive was drowned out by Carmy’s outburst, the nauseating morning sickness she was experiencing came in an extra hard bout today.

“Yo, Sug…Sug. You sure you’re okay?” Carmy’s concern now outweighed his confusion, Nat’s weird behavior this whole morning was beginning to worry him.

“I can do this Carmy right, tell me I can do this.” Natalie’s breathing began to increase as a slight panic flooded through her. Carmy watched her with wide eyes, no idea what she could even be talking about.

“Tell me I can do it, Carm!” The wave of nausea subsided with her yell, Carmy’s hands raised in the air to divert blame.

“Fuck okay! You can do it Sug.”

“I am…completely terrified. And I’m only telling you because..I don’t know. Just-just in case.” Natalie nodded to herself as a way to provide her nerves with courage.

Carmy just stared at Natalie still not following where she was leading this conversation to.

“I really want this to be loving and good and happy,” A smile rose to Nat’s face “I just..I don’t want anyone to know…well besides Baby and now you.”

Carmy’s eyes focused on Sug’s abdomen, the pieces of the puzzle slowly fitting together in his head. The name she spoke felt like it was echoing through his ears.

“Sure” He wasn’t sure how to react to the news, he had always assumed Natalie would be the first of the siblings to start a family. And as the years passed by he knew it was a desire he himself had.

“I really don’t want Richie to know. Because somehow, it feels more in my control when and who knows…” The sound of the wall falling caused Nat to raise her voice as she finished her sentence. “That I’m pregnant.” Her final words were spoken just loud enough to alert the crew to her news.

“I fuckin’ knew it.” The sound of Richie’s shout grated on Nat’s nerves, but the quiet congratulations helped to ease her ire a bit.

Carmy was happy for Sugar, but it felt like it was setback after setback for the restaurant and all the personal issues he was dealing with weren't helping his stress. He felt his shoulders sag a bit mind racing as to how the name could already be trademarked, or who would’ve trademarked it.

His eyes found Richie’s as the man cajoled about how he knew Natalie was pregnant this whole time. Had Richie told someone the name and they took it for themselves? Did Mikey somehow trademark it while on a bender? The thought made Carmy’s head hurt what the fuck even was the point of opening this restaurant if they couldn’t use the name. The name was the epitome of the restaurant.

If you were here Carmy knew you would've given him an analogy for how he was feeling, you would’ve told him he was like Atlas holding up the sky or whatever he did. He shook his head trying to rid himself of thoughts of you, it wasn’t helping him in the least.

As much as he’d rather not converse with Richie, he needed to get to the bottom of this trademark business.

“Yo, Cousin!” The words felt wrong escaping Carmy’s lips the two men avoided each other in the same way you avoided Carmen.

The agitation on Richie’s face was instant, Carmy knew he fucked up with you, but the cold shoulder he was getting from Richie felt unnecessary.

Nat watched as the two men locked eyes, not too keen on playing referee for these two again. She looked in Carmy’s direction as Richie began making his way over, trying to gauge what was going through her little brother's mind.

“Carmen,” Richie nodded in acknowledgment to Carmy. Richie would be lying if he said he wasn’t purposefully using Carmy’s government name to rile him up, he knew how much Carmy hated it when you did it, and since you weren’t here someone had to uphold the tradition.

Carmy felt his eye twitch Richie’s immaturity since the argument with you felt never-ending. “Did Mikey ever trademark the name?”

Richie frowned looking between him and Nat the assumption that he had any goddamn clue laughable “What the fuck did Mikey look like trademarking shit? Wasn’t I just slangin’ crack to keep the lights on?”

Carmy’s eyes shut as Nat let out a quiet gasp, watching as Richie raised his hands in defense. Maybe running a back alley drug ring wasn’t the best for business, but without it, they may not have been in this moment renovating the restaurant.

“Well someone fucking trademarked it, Richie.” The attitude Carmy was catching was wholly unwelcome.

“I don’t like your tone, Carmen,” Richie matched Carmy’s energy giving him what he was getting. “All I’m sayin’ is Mikey didn’t trademark it whoever did might…I dunno hypothetically deserve an apology in return for said documents.”

Carmy was at his wits end with the older man “Oh so you’re the fucking Riddler now.”

“Baby trademarked the name?” Nat’s voice traveled between the trio at the same time as Carmen’s snarky remark. Carmy’s head shot to her, confused as to how she concluded you had anything to do with the conversation at hand.

“Bingo!” Richie’s hands came together in a loud clap Sydney rolled her eyes at the obnoxious man before looking over the various work orders. “She did that shit years ago and gave it to Mikey as a present, he…left it for her when he passed.”

A quiet fell over their small group, each of them taking in the gesture. Richie had only become privy to the present when he went through the office to try and make sense of what the hell Mikey was doing to keep the business up and running. He had knocked a framed picture of your group off the desk cleaning up the mess only to find the folded trademark document in the back of the broken picture frame.

Your name was haphazardly scribbled into the back of it.

Carmen’s chest heaved as he let the news wash over him, it seemed since the two of you had your falling out the universe was continuously pushing him to interact with you. He raised his hand to his face, rubbing it up and down as he added another item to the long list of things going wrong with the restaurant.

In a way, learning that you were responsible for trademarking the name made Carmy’s chest feel warm. It felt like you wanted this for Mikey just as much as he did, the two of you both supporting Mikey in ways the other never knew. It also gave him an excuse to speak with you, not that he needed one. If he was a better man he would’ve already worked up the courage to reach out to you. He could feel a headache coming on the more he thought about trying to fix things with you.

Carmen was sure he’d figure things out soon, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could figure things out with you not by his side. Which he would admit was quite ironic considering all the times he had willingly pushed you away. But being pushed away by you had proven to him just how badly he was screwing things up with you, to hear you be so upset by his actions he basically forced you into confessing your love stung him to his core.

Carmy wasn’t exactly sure what love was supposed to feel like, but he was almost positive it wasn’t this. The ache in his chest from not being around you, looking for you in every crowd he was in. Soaking up any conversation your name was mentioned in. Maybe he did know what love was supposed to feel like, because for all the time he had been in love with you, he had never once felt so completely and utterly broken as he had been since not fighting for your love a year ago like he should have.

“That was Nat,” you looked up as Pete returned to the table, a smile growing on your face at how happy he looked to have been speaking with his wife. “Cat’s out of the bag! Our pregnancy is no longer top secret!”

Pete’s excitement was contagious, your smile growing wider at his pure joy. “Our pregnancy?” You chuckled never having heard anyone refer to it as if the pregnancy was shared.

You watched as Pete sipped the water in front of him, a signature goofy smile back on his face. “Of course! I mean yeah Nat is carrying the baby, but I’m just as pregnant as she is.” You gave Pete a confused look, a laugh bubbling out of you.

“You laugh now Baby, but I’m serious.” Pete paused as the waiter brought out the bread for your table, both of you quickly thanking them. “Nat’s my partner you know? And I’m so grateful for her providing me the opportunity to be a father. Allowing me to build with her, for us to come together and bring a child into this world, it’s a beautiful thing I love her ya know.”

The sheen in Pete’s eyes was enough to make you emotional you didn’t need to hear his explanation to know how much Pete loved Natalie, you could just see it in the way he looked at her, in the way his face would light up when anyone would mention her name or ask about her.

“I’m happy that Nat has someone like you to build a life with.” Both you and Pete shared misty-eyed smiles, chuckles leaving each of you at how emotional the small things made both of you.

“Looks like that dinner you were planning just turned into a full-blown baby shower!” The loud clap Pete’s hands made startled you. “Wow, it really will be a Baby shower!”

You watched as Pete laughed at his own pun, doing your best not to laugh along with him and encourage his bad jokes. The relationship you developed with Pete was a bit weird in the beginning, you weren’t the most open to the idea, and it’s not because you didn’t like Pete, it just felt like you were replacing Mikey.

It took a while before you could look at Pete and realize he wasn’t trying to replace Mikey’s role in your life, and that the drugs and paranoia had driven you to that conclusion. Pete was a great man, standing by Natalie’s side while she fought to keep you alive. Probably being more accepting than someone else may have been when he and Nat decided to help you. Pete and Natalie both put aside their own lives to help you get better, and get back on your feet, and while part of you wished Mikey was around to ground you as well, Pete’s love and kindness didn’t deserve to be taken for granted.

“That dinner was supposed to be a surprise for you too Peter,” you shot him a tiny glare before reaching for some bread. “I just wanted you both to have a nice night off together, no stress.” The reservation had already been made, but thinking about Pete’s words and the excitement when explaining most everyone knew about the pregnancy, maybe it would have been best for an intimate shower for the two soon-to-be parents.

Pete was definitely a family guy and Natalie came from a big family, maybe a shower would be for the best. Surround them with people who loved and supported them and just allow everyone to bask in the happiness the joyous news brought, you were sure everyone could use a break.

“Okay hypothetically say I put together a small shower for the two of you, is that even something Nat would want?” Sure you knew Nat but Pete was her husband and this was their moment, you didn’t want to ambush her with a party she never wanted.

You watched Pete bristle a little, a nervous smile raised to his lips, “I uh I’m not sure if Nat ever told you but she kinda had this…this whole dream about the two of you,” you frowned confused at what Pete was talking about.

“Well not like an unconscious sleeping dream, more like a-an idea?” Pete’s voice rose at the end of his sentence, not sure if the question in his tone was meant for you or him.

“Pete bud you lost me.” You gave him a small nod of encouragement awaiting his response.

“Um so…after your uh…loss,” a sad smile rose to Pete’s lips, you could see the apology in his eyes. “Nat she uh…she confided in me about how she always wanted to be the one to throw you a shower if you ever decided to have children. And if-when we had our own she’d want you to be in charge of hers…if you wanted to not like she would force you.” The nervous huff of laughter from Pete hung in the air for a minute.

The admission perplexed you, Nat had never brought this up to you directly and maybe it was because she felt like she couldn’t. You weren’t the most open when it came to the topic of your miscarriage always avoiding the conversation whenever Nat tried to breach it.

“Baby…you’re the closest thing Natalie has to a sister. I can promise she would be ecstatic no matter what decision you choose.”

You nodded, the motion happened unconsciously as you tried to take in everything Pete had laid on you. Of course, there were things Nat wouldn’t share with you, but while the two of you were like sisters you didn’t expect her to share every little detail with you. As you let Pete’s words digest you couldn’t help the warm feeling beginning to flood through your body, if you were being honest you weren’t sure if it was the best idea to be throwing anyone a baby shower, but you also knew Natalie deserved to be celebrated, not only for the life she and Pete were creating together, but also for all the work she was doing to ensure that The Bear had a fighting chance.

“Okay,” your head continued its up-and-down motion. “Yeah okay let’s do it but I’m going to need your help, Pete.” You watched the smile on his face increase tenfold, your own wide smile spreading your lips due to how contagious Pete’s joy was.

“Anything and I mean anything Baby, I am your guy.” Pete’s giddiness warmed you even more, you didn’t think you had ever been surrounded by anyone with such a positive attitude before. In the beginning, when Natalie and Pete first began dating, his electric personality was a bit much but you found yourself always trying to make Pete feel included, especially with how off-putting the rest of the Berzatto clan could be.

And when you were recovering it was almost like you had to re-acclimate yourself to Pete’s personality. Your recovery was hard, there were some days you weren’t even sure if you wanted to get better or if you wanted oxygen to continue filling your lungs. But Pete was so positive and always looking at life and your situation with a ‘glass half full’ mentality, that his constant belief in you helped to make the hard days easier.

A small sigh escaped your lips as you readied yourself for the question you were about to ask. “Pete, do you think you could give me Carmen’s number?” You tried not to roll your eyes as you saw Pete’s own light up, you were almost positive he would be telling Nat about this topic of conversation. “Before you get any ideas, I just need it to invite him to the shower.” You raised your hands in defense hoping Pete wouldn’t look into this any more than he already was.

“No can do B, the idea train has already left the station.” His fingers drummed on the table with excitement. “But I will do you one better,” you frowned as you watched Pete pick up his phone, fingers skating across the screen before he held it up to show you. A call to Carmen already going through as Pete sent you a thumbs-up.

You looked at the screen eyes wide, the shock temporarily paralyzed for a moment. The quiet sound of the ringing between the two of you brought you back. “Pete! Hang up the phone.” Your voice was terse as you spoke trying not to draw too much attention from other patrons.

Pete laughed, “He never answers my calls anyway.” Pete’s words irritated you, but you were glad to see the call go to voicemail before Pete pressed the end call button and set his phone down.

You let out a surprised laugh, Pete had definitely been too influenced by the Berzattos during his time with Natalie. The little stunt he just pulled was something you knew both Richie and Mikey would do if given the chance.

“Baby?” Your head raised eyes meeting Pete’s, “I know this may sound selfish, but I…I need you to figure out this thing between you and Carmen.” Your eyebrows furrowed the need to defend yourself hitting you full force, you opened your mouth to respond but stopped as Pete raised his hand, a signal to let him continue.

“I know Baby, I know. I’ll be honest with you, as much as I love Nat’s family I think you should’ve given up on Carmen a long time ago.” Your jaw fell slack, and Pete’s eyes widened a bit. “No, no just for your own wellbeing, your peace of mind.” You began nodding as Pete explained himself better. “I just, whatever is going on between you and Carmen, it’s affecting Nat. And she won’t tell you because you deserve to feel how you feel, but with the baby and the restaurant…she doesn’t need to play "Fix it Felix” with you and Carmen right now.”

You let out a small chuckle at Pete’s explanation, over the years he had begun expressing himself to you more. You being the only one on Natalie’s side who actually gave him the time of day and willfully listened to him, helped him to gain more confidence when around the rest of the Berzattos. You reached for your glass of water, taking a long sip before setting it down.

“Thank you, Pete, for being honest,” you sighed, finger playing with the condensation on your cup. “If I’m being honest, it's easy to forget that Nat’s in the middle of everything. She’s so good at pretending it doesn’t affect her.” A rueful smile rose to your lips, as great as a friend as Natalie had been to you through everything, you weren’t sure the same could be said for yourself. “You’re right, Carmen and I are adults, we should be able to figure this out ourselves. I’ll…I’ll call him, figure things out.” You sent Pete a small smile.

Recently it felt like Natalie and Pete nursed you back to health and then for some reason became your surrogate parents. You didn’t think there was anything wrong with leaning on them, the three of you did endure a traumatic experience together so it was understandable. But maybe you had become too comfortable and relied on them too much to ‘fix’ your life. You could understand where Pete was coming from and he had every right to put his wife’s well-being before the feelings of his friends.

You knew Natalie and Pete would be amazing parents and of course, Nat’s fears were valid. But you had seen firsthand just how loving, caring, and kind the couple was, and while that wasn’t all that went into raising a child it was like a part of you just knew that their child would be in great hands.

“Enough about my poor life choices Pete, have you guys thought of any names?” The timing of the question couldn’t have been more perfect, Pete perked up at the question, eyes glazing over with excitement. A waiter stopped by your table to deliver your entrees as Pete began animatedly explaining his and Nat’s process for picking names.

A part of you ached at how happy Pete was, if things were different, maybe in another life you would’ve been able to see that excitement on another man’s face. Maybe the two of you would’ve come up with your own system for picking out names.

You listened as lunch continued, no matter how many times the thought had crossed your mind, you would always be grateful that Natalie had found a partner to love her in the ways she deserved.

 It was silent between you and Cortez as you made your second lap around the block, the church in the distance behind you. Your hands were preoccupied with a warm disposable cup of hot cocoa as Cortez gingerly sipped his choice of tea. This had become the routine for your meetings with your sponsor, the two of you would meet at the bodega a little ways away from the church that housed both AA and NA meetings. Then continue your meeting with a few circles around the block before ending at the church stairs when all was said and done.

The air was tense between the two of you, Cortez hadn’t taken kindly to your decision to skip out on the few check-ins that you had asked for. In the beginning, you were in constant contact with Cortez, feeling the match between the two of you out. As you progressed through recovery and got back into the routine of daily life the daily talks between the two of you began to dwindle as you settled into life as a recovering addict.

But after that initial meeting at The Beef, being in Carmen’s presence again, surrounding yourself with Richie and the life you once knew, the meetings with Cortez picked back up in frequency. And you were doing fine for some time, the man meeting with you when you needed it, always willing to speak with you whenever you asked and it was helpful, god was it helpful. But then you made it to step nine, step eight in the recovery program was its own monster that Cortez helped you through especially when it came to who didn’t need to be on your list.

You made the decision to text Cortez after admitting your faults to Richie. As great as it felt to finally be open with Richie and let him into your life, it also brought with it the urge to use again. Richie had been kind enough to take the bottle of champagne off your hands that night, but the desire to call Fak and ask if Theo had anything he could spare almost won out. But as you scrolled through your contacts the red icon hovering over the voicemail tab brought you back to your senses.

“So your friend Richie knows?” Your eyes shot to Cortez taking in his side profile before focusing back on their attention focused on the steaming paper cup of coffee gripped in their hands.

“Yeah, his daughter kind of spilled the beans.” You nodded playing with the frayed edges of your jeans.

“That’s a bit fucked up don’t cha think?” Cortez’s brows furrowed. “I mean how does his little girl know but he don’t that’s gotta hurt.”

You rolled your eyes, “Aren’t you supposed to like not be judgmental?” Cortez’s laugh felt like it was grating on your ears, as good a sponsor as he was, he had the personality of an annoying older brother you were happy not to have.

“It ain’t even judgment though, it’s an observation.” You didn’t have to be looking at him to know that annoying smirk was on his lips as he shrugged his shoulders.

You stopped as Cortez dropped his now empty cup in a trash bin on the street, “Didn’t know you received your inspector gadget certification.”

“That smart ass mouth is bouta be the reason you out here looking for a new sponsor,” you let out a cackle before taking a much-needed sip of your hot cocoa. “Sound like my daughter with that dumb shit.” If you didn’t know the man who was walking by your side, you would’ve thought he was actually upset, but you could tell by the uptick of his lips he didn’t take anything to heart.

The two of you rounded the corner coming up on the church. You watched as Cortez plopped his long limbs down on one of the steps, opting to sit on the railing. Cortez took out his pack of cigarettes bringing the box to his mouth and removing one before offering the box in your direction. You slipped one out a small laugh escaped you at the irony of everything, how you had once been so against the cancer sticks that those around you would make sure not to smoke around you. And then instead of indulging in a nicotine addiction, you turned to alcohol and prescription pills, the fact that you would smoke a cigarette here and there to appease your urges now felt a bit comical.

You leaned forward allowing Cortez to light your cigarette, “Man ain’t nothin’ like smoking on Big G’s doorstep.” Cortez’s voice filled the silence that had settled over the two of you, you took a drag of the cigarette, a small chuckle escaping you with the smoke.

“I used to hate these fucking things.” The disgust on your face was obvious even as the stick hung from your mouth.

“Why you take one every time I offer 'em’ then?” Cortez switched positions leaning his elbows on the step behind him as he stretched his long limbs out in front of them, offering a wave to the few people entering the church for whatever meeting was scheduled to take place.

You shrugged eyes falling to Cortez’s beat-up boots as you sucked the nicotine deep into your lungs, “They’re the same brand Mikey smoked.”

“Damn ma, that shits kinda sad.” The two of you locked eyes before small laughs left the both of you. You had been around Cortez for so long that you’d picked up on his need to turn most anything into a joke. And while in the beginning, it pissed you off, you realized that’s just who he was and that sometimes being able to laugh in serious moments or at your trauma was helpful.

“Nah seriously though better smokin’ these than messin’ with that shit that hooked you in the first place. Know what I mean?” You nodded, finishing off the cigarette in your hand before taking the second cigarette Cortez offered. You knew how these things went and had spent so much time with the man that you learned to read him. Cortez only ever smoked two cigarettes and offered you two if the conversation was gonna be a rough one.

“Where you at with them apologies?” You sighed letting the man light your cigarette one more time, allowing the fumes to warm your lungs.

You dropped from your seat on the railing, your backside had gone numb. You settled yourself to lean against the railing “I mean I told Richie the truth and there were a lot of apologies in that conversation. But I feel like he deserves a better apology.” You shrugged, your attention dropping to Cortez as he listened.

“Ima be honest wit chu, this might be the hardest part of recovery. Shit I know it was f’me admittin’ to my little girl her father was a fuckin’ junkie. But at the end of the day, you gotta remember this recovery shit is for you. If homeboy loves you like a sister like you say he does, all that should matter to him is that yo annoyin’ ass still here. A’ight, ma?” You listened, nodding along to his words. “All you can do is apologize for the shit you did, you can’t control whether people forgive you or not, and remember ain’t nobody gotta fuck with your apology if they don’t want to.”

You let Cortez’s words settle into you, to anyone else his words may not have seemed genuine but this is just who Cortez was. And you knew no matter how nonchalant he sounded he was speaking every word from his heart.

“You still fuckin with that lil dumbass boy?” The question caused you to choke on the last bit of cocoa in your cup.

“We had a falling out, he’s one of the people I have to apologize to though.” The cigarette between your fingers continued to burn. “There’s a lot I still haven’t told him…the substance abuse, the reasons behind my overdose.” An exhausted sigh pushed its way through your lips. It was like one thing after another when it came to you and Carmy.

“Listen I know we ain’t sposed to have like personal relationships and shit, but lemme know what homeboy looks like I’ll get my goons on em’ for you.” Your head fell back in laughter as Cortez raised his fist to under both of his eyes.

“No goons Cortez, please. Wait, have you ever actually put a hit on somebody before?” You obviously didn’t know Cortez as well as you would have if the two of you were friends. But it wasn’t hard to tell that he would get down if need be.

“Why someone say somethin’?” The two of you shared a laugh, the now more frequent people entering the church signifying that your time together was coming to an end.

“Aight, I gotta head in, get shit set up in there. But ima send you the info for Nar-Anon you give that shit to people who still choose to put up with yo ass. You comin' in?”

You shook your head sending him a small smile, “I came to the morning meetings today.”

You nodded in thanks as Cortez stood up, pushing yourself off the railing. You placed the cigarette between your lips leaving your hands open to do the handshake Cortez insisted you did after each meeting. When he first introduced it you were still getting used to the idea of being a recovering addict and thought he was fucking crazy. But you realized he used it as a way to break the serious desolate feeling that some of these meetings ended on, to help bring some light to what was such a dark reality.

At least that’s how he explained it to you, but you were sure he just liked doing the handshake his daughter helped him come up with.

“Ima see you when I see you ma stay straight.” You chuckled before turning on your heel to head to your parked car. Putting the bud of the cigarette out against the trash bin you passed. It was still early, enough time for you to knock out some baby shower shopping before it got too late.

Carmen stopped in his tracks, eyes finding your figure across the street. You were in front of the church that held the Al-Anon meetings he told you about. Maybe you would be attending the one he was here for, his eyes traveled to the man sitting on the steps you were talking to eyebrows furrowing as he realized the vapors leaving your mouth weren’t from your warm temperature, but instead the stick you had raised to your mouth.

“Baby?” The question left his lips in a quiet whisper, he knew it was you standing across the street but it had been a few weeks since your last interaction he was sure he had imagined you. But he would know you anywhere, by scent alone. He couldn’t help the shock at watching you smoke, something you had been so opposed to since the two of you were children. Even going so far as telling Carmy you couldn’t be friends when he smoked his first cigarette at 15, the stalemate barely lasted a day after you realized how dumb the idea was.

Carmy watched as the two of you stood up, his hopes to see you inside dwindling as he watched the two of you begin to part ways, an intricate handshake taking place before you turned to leave. He watched as your figure disappeared around the corner, a quiet ‘shit’ leaving his lips before he darted across the street trying to catch you before you were gone for good.

“Baby! Hey!” His shouts were useless, you were too far gone to have even heard him. “Fuck!” One hand raised to sit on the bill of his cap, the universe seemed like it was doing everything in its power to keep the two of you apart. Or maybe it was just the way things were meant to be.

Carmy turned to see the man you were with still standing in the same spot you left him, eyes narrowed as he took in Carmy’s figure. The man eyed Carmy for a moment longer, sending a head nod his way before turning and entering the church. Carmy was tempted to follow the man and ask about you, but whatever your relationship with the unknown man was, it was none of Carmy’s business.

He sighed eyes shooting up to the sky before taking a deep breath and making his way inside, not wanting to be late and disturb the Al-Anon meeting before it began. Carmy made his way to the room where the meeting usually took place, eyes landing on the same man from outside once more as he greeted members, the sign near the door he stood by signifying it was an NA meeting. Carmy stopped for a moment, eyes darting between the man and the sign he’d just read.

“You lost kid?” Carmy looked at the man brown furrowed as he shook his head, he sent a tight smile the man's way before walking two doors down for his own meeting. Carmen’s brain felt like it was racing a mile a minute. If you weren’t coming to the Al-Anon meeting, why were you here? And why were you talking with someone who appeared to be leading NA meetings?

The vibrating of his phone caught his attention, the device easily slipped out of his pocket. He felt the air leave his lungs as your name flashed across his screen, he realized just how indecent setting that Polaroid picture of you with his chain on might have been now that he was in public, but it’s not like he ever thought you’d call him.

How’d you even get his number?

“Carmen, hey, we’re about to start your coming?” His head shot up to one of the usual who attended these meetings and would talk to him on occasion.

“Yeah uh, just give me a minute.” Carmy gave a tight smile, eyes flashing back to his phone finger moving to swipe across the screen, the call abruptly ending before he even got the chance to hear your voice. Carmen was sure he had the worst luck in the world, a defeated sigh leaving him, he was almost positive there was no chance you were calling him back.

Quickly putting his phone on Do Not Disturb and in the safety of his jacket pocket, he entered the meeting, as much as he wanted to drop everything and fix things with you. He wasn’t even sure what you had called him for. Carmen also knew it was for the best to attend the meeting,

Carmen was sitting in his car allowing it to warm up as he waited. The skyline began to reflect the sunset, the time on the dashboard letting him know it was around dinner time. He fished his phone out of his pocket mindlessly checking the notifications he’d gotten while in the meeting.

Carmy’s brows furrowed at the flurry of messages he received from a group chat he wasn’t aware he was a part of. He frowned as he opened it, your contact is one of the many in the text chain. The only contact with a photo was yours, making you easily distinguishable, he realized the rest of the people in the chat were the restaurant crew. He scrolled through the messages eyes reading over your message with details about a baby shower, your address included.

Carmy exited out of his messages, unsure of how things were between the two of you. It had been three weeks since the argument and neither of you had tried contacting the other. But here he was with a message from you, and a missed call and he wasn’t sure how to take any of it.

He decided it was a good idea to call you back, and try and feel out the atmosphere between the two of you. His heart felt like it was stuttering in his chest as his finger hovered over his screen; you left him a voicemail. He needed to know what the message said, but a part of him was also worried he might not like what he heard, he had hurt you too many times to count, and if whatever you had to say to him broke him down more than he already was, well then he was sure he deserved it.

Carmen took one last deep breath before clicking on the voicemail and raising the phone to his ear, heart pounding in his chest as he heard the sweet whisper of your voice.

‘Hey Carmen, uh it’s me…Baby. Not sure why I introduced myself. I'm sure you know it’s me.” Carmy let out a watery chuckle at the sound of your voice, even if he hadn't saved your number the delicate timber of your voice would’ve been enough for him.

“Listen uh, I got your number for Pete. I hope you don’t mind, I know you have issues with girls actually having your number…Sorry, that was actually kind of rude. Anyway, I uh…Pete helped put things in perspective for me and I, I think we need to talk Carmen. I’m not sure when or if you even want that, but I think we both deserve a chance to explain our side of things. I um…I also have some things I think you should know. Just, if this is something you’re interested in, you have my number.” Carmen felt his heart rate slow down your words, nothing more than a piece offering.

“I just want to be clear though, um..if I don’t hear back from you, I’m going to take that as a sign. So yeah, call me back or something I guess.” The line finally went silent, your voice no longer caressing Carmy’s ears.

It felt like he was having heart palpitations but he knew it was just his nerves getting the best of him. He pulled the phone away from his ear, the time on his phone reading 5:30 p.m. Carmy quickly opened the group chat scrolling through to find your address and open it up in maps. You lived about 30 minutes from where he was, he was confident he could get there in 20 and spare the 10 minutes at a store near you.

Carmen made his decision as he set his phone down in the cup holder before beginning his journey. The ball was in his court, you had given him an olive branch and it was up to him whether he accepted it or not. He was nervous, maybe showing up at your house to cook you dinner wasn’t his most thought-out plan but he needed you desperately, needed to see you, be in your presence, and know that there was still a chance of something more between the two of you.

The hope Carmy felt when he saw you calling him earlier was now back tenfold: the pendant delicately resting against his chest felt warm. Carmen was adamant that he would admit his love for you tonight, unsure if he could go another day living with the fact that you were in love with him, but you still didn’t know just how much he had always loved you. You were so blissfully unaware that since he could remember, you had been the one and only option in his mind.

a/n: wowza, long time no see. i apologize that this is a bit of a filler chapter but it felt kinda necessary idk. anway please let me know if there are any problems with this chapter it's barely edited. enjoy : )

also also: both richard cabral as coco in mayans and manny montana as rio in good girls inspired cortez the sponsor, but head canon him as whoever you want…okay bye now 🤍

[dr4kenlvr]

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 !!

feat. mikey sano, draken, baji keisuke, chifuyu matsuno, mitsuya takashi (reader is mentioned here and there too!) - crack/humour/fluff (1.2k+)

nana's note: can toman boys drive cars?? no keep reading to find out about the boys and their driving habits!! spoiler alert: in no way should you drive like them please don't listen to this post LMAO

MIKEY

to mikey, the written test wasn't too bad—he went in, sat in his little cubicle, and got through the questionnaire without too much issue

dude couldn't lie though, he was sweating bullets at the demerit point questions FR

but of course, mikey boasts to everyone (especially baji but we'll get to that later) about his success, and is very excited to hit the road

didn't realize just how small being behind a car wheel feels until he sits and needs to bump the seat up a few notches LMAO

baji teases him: "you need heels on to reach the pedals, too? HAHHAHA"

is constantly driving with an :0 expression

"oh my god, the car is moving ken, im making the car move—ken, look!"

"yes mikey, your foot is on the gas pedal."

cheers when he does a left turn successfully, because fuck are those a pain in the ass sometimes

sometimes forgets to signal, and has been flipped off a few times for almost crashing in front of the car behind him

"oops!"

mikey absolutely has a snack stash in his trunk too—it's filled, and always being refilled, with sweets, savoury treats, and drinks

"y/n, could you grab me a bag of chips please? any flavour!" he yells from the front

???? what ????—you crane your head back to a fucking kitchen of snacks like it's normal for anyone to have that much

occasionally gets extremely tired at the wheel, and shuts his eyes for two seconds at a red light

it's either a honk waking him up or ken profusively cursing at him

"oops!" x2

DRAKEN

now i don't wanna be bias (user dr4kenlvr, am i right), but ken is probably the second best driver on this list

written test wise, he passed on the first try

wasn't too difficult, and the lady at the desk even congratulated him with a warm smile, to which he happily returned

he got use to the mechanisms of the car pretty quickly

all of these gears and switches were like second nature to him, considering how much he works with motorbikes on the regular

likes to play music as he drives, it varies depending on the time of day it is

nice r&b on a night drive is always his favourite though

once draken gets really comfortable with the wheel, he'll have an arm hanging out the window

heavenly sigh—he looks really good <3

never drove alone with just his G1, despite his delinquent reputation

good job ken!!

one thing though: he has an oddly high level of road rage LMFAOOO

draken thinks it's probably because he's in a car—surrounded by 4 walls—rather than being out in the open like on a bike

people can't hear him curse the living hell out of them with the windows up so...

"what the FUCK, ASSHOLE?—CAN'T SEE I'M TRYNA FUCKIN' PASS?"

"SIGNAL NEXT TIME, YOU BITCH."

"ARGHHH—QUIT YOUR HONKING YOU DICK! I HEAR 'YA"

"WHY IS THIS GUY UP MY FUCKING ASS."

yeah, he gets loud LMAOO and vulgar

with his viens popping out and shit, he probably looks crazy if you pull up next to him in the adjacent lane

just don't look over, you'll be okay

HELP

same ken

BAJI

this mf spent months studying for the written test

he was extremely keen on doing well too, because he wanted the luxury of being able to finally drive a car

baji also wanted to be able to drive his mother to and from work, so that she "wouldn't have to take public transit all the time"

love you keisuke

created study nights with chifuyu, where the boys would quiz each other on repetitive shit like signs

"okay, what's this one?"

"uhh.. there's like a merry-go-round ahead?"

"wha—? d'you mean a ROUNDABOUT???"

he had the right spirit, so chifuyu gave him a point either way AHSDHDSHF

time rolled around and baji declared him finally ready to take on the test and..

...he passed!! yay keisuke !!!

dude wanted to explode from the sheer relief, he literally picked you up and spun you around 18 times out of happiness

BUT THIS MF ON THE ROAD IS SO FUCKING WILD—he's good with the wheel, but like there's always something going on in his car

you could get whiplash by how fast he goes sometimes

he doesn't even mean to

50 maximum but he's going 80

"YOU'RE GONNA GET PULLED OVER OR KILL SOMEONE, KEI' SLOW DOWN."

"oH—FUCK, SORRY! sorry!"

also is a huge multitasker - and isn't too shabby at it

he could be calling someone via bluetooth speaker, while eating, while scratching his back, while signalling into the right lane ALL AT ONCE

miraculous how he doesn't have even a scratch or dent yet to be honest

idk man, just make sure you have your seatbelt on at all times, kay'?

CHIFUYU

i think he gets a little too excited every time he gets behind the wheel

like hes giggling with every lane change or right turn

literally fucking SCREAMS when he sees a cat walk on the road

"NOOOOOOOOOOO—"

"chifuyu, it's fine! it walked back. K-KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD!"

has a cushion specifically for peke j in the back seat where no one can sit or move it to sit

"ahh no. that's peke j's spot, you can sit in the trunk or something."

baji: "are you fucking kidding me."

LMAO

speaking of peke j, he has a component in his trunk filled with toys and cat food for him

it's honestly really sweet, how much he cares and cherishes his little cat

you can't find the heart to be too angry with him when you find cat fur stuck to the seats

i think chifuyu has a lot of fucking fast food garbage in his car too

his mom (and you) is always up his ass about it:

"CLEAN YOUR DAMN GARBAGE MATSUNO. THIS IS A CAR, NOT A LANDFILL."

like, you would sit in the passenger seat and at your feet there's just wrappers and straws and shit

you look at him with a look that just speaks volumes of "really?"

and he's all (｡╹ω╹｡)

it's an honest mistake <3

MITSUYA

oh god—the most responsible driver out of his friends by FAR

he is so so happy when he passes, because he is able to get things done quicker with a car than by walking

dropping/picking up his sisters from school, escorting his mother to places, getting groceries, visiting his friends, just about everything in his life is made 10x easier and faster

mitsuya's car ALWAYS smells good

he's always got a new car freshener hooked onto his rearview mirror when the scent runs out

his favourite is lavender <3 and his sisters like the fruity ones but they make his and your's nose tickle

DRIVES WITH ONE HAND ON YOUR KNEE !!!!!

and he does that fucking cute side smile when he talks to you but also needs to pay attention to the road

AHHH <3

LOVES to bring his sisters on drives around the neighbourhood once he gets his full license

plays their favourite songs and sings out loud with them

it'll be cartoon openings and disney soundtracks but he doesn't mind

not when the grin on your's and his sister's faces are so bright and genuine

omfg - picnics where you two set up food in the trunk and watch luna and mana play at the playground

and they rush over when they're hungry to eat and rest

HOW FUCKING CUTE AND PERFECT

MITSUYA TAKASHI IS PERFECT

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[sie-rui]

hello there!! well I've been thinking abt a request lately and I know you have the requests closed! but I don't know when you'll open them so i'll just leave this here ^^ and obviously feel free to ignore it!

And well the scene I've been thinking about lately is a toman x fem reader (specifically baji, mikey chifuyu draken and mitsuya) in which they see the reader with a boy, who turns out to be his older brother (maybe 2 years older like 17) who study abroad (they don't know and misunderstand everything), maybe they are leaving a cafe or they are just hanging around and suddenly they see the reader in a corner meeting with a boy while he smiles and grabs his arm with a smile of incredible happiness, something like what happened with emma and mikey and they're just like "WHAT THE– WHO'S THAT" and maybe they try to follow you or just ignore you for a while until they go to your house because they want to know about your "relationship" lmao sknfksjd

❀ HA! YOU THOUGHT | TOKYO REVENGERS

;; it’s not that they don’t trust you, they just saw a pretty boy with you and that just broke their heart and also light up the anger from betrayal

🥛 — baji keisuke, sano manjirou, matsuno chifuyu

🧾 — female reader, second pov (you/your), cursing, fluff, humor, violence, au - modern, au - high school, established relationship, imagine

; BAJI KEISUKE

Imagine talking to your bro about your girlfriend whom you loved very much as he sighs and smiles, listening intently despite you saying this to him for the hundredth of time already. Then, you look outside the cafe you’re hanging around in to see the same girlfriend hugging another man.

Baji Keisuke saw stars.

It was not the good kind.

Nope. It was more of the kind of stars that twirls around your head and whispers fuck like a broken record. The same kind of stars that look like it’s about to bring the end of the world.

There is no such thing but that was what Baji was definitely seeing now.

“Baji-san?” Chifuyu questions, looking over his shoulder to see what got his best friend so shocked only to look back at Baji again. “Oh shit.”

Silence passed for a few seconds with Baji frozen, still glaring at the scene right in of the glass pane, before Chifuyu finally got the courage to speak up in hope and look behind him again. “Maybe, they’re friends, you know-”

He sees you kissing the unknown male on his cheek.

Chifuyu clears his throat. “...There are better girls out there?”

Baji’s glare broke, replaced with such a heartbroken look resembling the young teen Chifuyu met years ago and not the confident, untouchable, sixteen-year old Baji Keisuke he knows now.

He holds his breath, picks up his things, stands and grabs Baji’s arm. “Let’s go?”

“Fuck yeah.”

The cafe door almost slams into the wall, flying off its hinges with the force Baji opens it and Chifuyu can’t help but wince as his best friend marches up to you.

You were always so kind, and everyone knew that you loved Baji so damn much. Chifuyu was sure that literally no one imagined you to even think about cheating on Baji. You who always looked at him with caring eyes and a softer smile as you murmur, “Keisuke”.

People are two-faced after all.

Until Chifuyu trails after Baji and hears the conversation.

“Keisuke? This is my brother!” The smile on your face was unknowing, obliviously introducing your struck boyfriend and your pretty… brother.

Baji looked horrified seeing as he almost punched your brother if you hadn’t seen him first and spoke up about the male beside you in excitement. He almost fucked up.

(You were so going to break up with him if you knew.)

Clearing his throat, Baji bows his head, giving Chifuyu a quick glance, the blond also doing the same. “Nice to meet you…”

A quick look at your brother and this duo immediately knew that they fucked up. Because as oblivious as you were to the situation—gushing about your brother finally coming home and meeting your dear boyfriend (that you won’t shut about)—your brother clearly wasn’t.

; SANO MANJIROU

There are boundaries that Mikey would cross.

Yes, he will cross those without any feeling of guilt inside his stomach or anywhere in his body. Guilt and shame were merely words to him especially when it came to you.

Beating people up that he sees with you is just one of the many lines.

Beating your brother up is not.

Mikey was just going about his day, hanging around the park with a lazy demeanor, head lolling tiredly as he leaned on the trunk of the biggest tree. Draken had shooed him off before going on a date with Emma and Takemichi was busy doing shit with Baji, Chifuyu, and Kazutora—those four make a terrific subgroup.

His grandpa had chased him out as well when he unknowingly taunted a little kid at the dojo because he was bored. And you texted him earlier in the morning that you couldn’t go on a date today which was the very thing that pissed him off the most.

Frowning, Mikey rolls around the grass only to freeze in an awkward position.

You were sitting on a bench, alone and idly looking at your feet in deep thought. You told him that you were busy so why were you just sitting there and doing nothing? Mikey frowns even deeper.

Nevertheless, he can scold you later when the both of you are at his place, lazing around while watching a movie.

His mood getting better, Mikey pushes himself off, not bothering to shake off the grass tangled in his hair, too deep in the thought of getting to hold you again-

An unknown boy wraps his arms around your shoulders from behind, grinning widely as he places his chin on your shoulder. You startled and Mikey almost sprinted there but you suddenly stood up and embraced the boy with a loud laugh.

Mikey could hear his heart breaking into tiny pieces for one short moment before his own scream clawing at his throat, begging to be let out, distracted him. His steps were long and quick, fists already drawing blood in that short moment of time.

You were chatting, still holding onto this male that Mikey couldn’t recognize no matter how hard he looked.

Busy, my ass. You were cheating on him. But what had hurt more was that you looked happier when you were with him.

“Mikey?”

He didn’t notice that he had stopped walking, your head turning to look at him. He almost feels sick looking at your smile, even worse was that it was directed at him as if you weren’t just hugging someone a few seconds earlier.

Mikey turns his back and walks away.

“What- Wait! Mikey!” You call, shuffling over and before he knew it, your hand was wrapping around his wrist, pulling at him as he continued on, dragging you with him with miniscule effort. “Mikey? I’m sorry I didn’t introduce you! I thought that he was coming home later and that you would be busy! I didn’t expect him to be home- like now-now.”

“What?”

Manjirou pauses, blinking at you and you blink back at him too.

“What? This is my brother.”

The male waves from the bench, looking at the both of you with a smile despite the tired eyes and the confused quirk of a brow.

“Oh… Y/n…”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

; MATSUNO CHIFUYU

Sometimes, Chifuyu thanks whoever is up there that he was perfectly able and capable. He could feel, he could taste, he could hear, and he could see with both eyes.

Sometimes, he wants to gouge his eyes out.

It doesn’t happen often because Chifuyu loses all sense of self-awareness whenever he’s having fun with his friends meaning he doesn’t get embarrassed of himself or anything his friends do around him. No need to gouge his eyes out or let the ground swallow him up.

This…

He wanted to gouge his eyes out for a different reason this time.

You were hugging. A boy. That he didn’t recognize. Outside the mall. A shopping bag in his hand that was probably yours. And oh- oh- you did just not-

You kissed his cheek.

Okay. Okay. He read this before, on some of his mangas. Sometimes, misunderstandings happen. Maybe he was just a friend?

But you told him that you were going to be busy today.

If he was just a friend, you would have told Chifuyu so. And if he was just a friend, Chifuyu should have recognized him. He knows all of your friends just like how you know all of his. It’s not debatable.

Chifuyu doesn’t know if he should start rolling his sleeves up and stomp over or if he should put on his hood and quietly walk away, mourning and crying himself to sleep with a somber atmosphere and melodramatic actions before his mother drags him out and makes him wash the dishes.

He chooses the third option.

Stalk you.

Just to be safe, you know. If this guy was your boyfriend or someone you’re cheating on him with, at least he can either confirm it or make sure that this guy wasn’t secretly a serial killer who was waiting for a chance to take you away. It’s always better to have more information before attacking, all the shoujo mangas he invested in had taught him.

(At least he learned something from manga! Takemichi had a whole collection of gangster mangas and he still didn’t know how to fight.)

Chifuyu soon finds out that if ever he chooses to be a police undercover, he would be done for in the first hour—first minute even.

Because before it even started, you already took notice of him, waving in excitement, eyes brightening (or was that just the sun?). “Fuyu!!”

He stills as you grab the man’s arm and drag him over with you. Chifuyu bemoans and looks up at the sky. What did he ever do to deserve this? Seeing you call his name with that voice, with that gaze, right before breaking up with him was the cruelest thing he’d ever experienced.

The boy was tall, confident strides and a small smile as he let out a little greeting upon stopping in front of Chifuyu. Even just from looking, Chifuyu could tell that he had healthy unbleached hair, and god, those eyes- he has the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen on a man.

But…

“Chifuyu,” you grin, holding onto the male’s arm and hugging it tightly. Chifuyu scrutinizes the action with a rueful gaze. “I’ve told you about him before but this is the first time you ever met each other, right?”

His eyes…

Chifuyu feels his world crash down and it wasn’t even because of the thought of you finally breaking up with him. No. It’s because the realization finally settles in.

“This is my brother!”

It’s the same as yours.

Chifuyu wants to gouge his eyes out and pour bleach into his head because thinking that you were cheating on him with your own brother nonetheless was the worst thing that ever passed him.

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[daiples]

so if you want to know about them here you go

kestel: he/him, 20, originally an enderman from minecraft and 13 year old me's dream boy. he's dating cat

cat: she/her, 19, originally a self-insert who then turned into me projecting my irl friend onto an oc for a while. she was my first human oc. now she's her own character

reeve: he/him, 20, originally minecraft steve /srs. i had a roleplay on a mc server and there was like. herobrine and notch and of course steve. he has come very far and isn't like that anymore, he's had the most character development

taru: he/him, 19, myka's character, and him and reeve are dating (taru and reeve are dating i mean, as much as myka wishes he could). he's a little redstone nerd. taru's the reason that i even continued cat, kestel, and reeve's story. taru almost stopped having goggles but i bullied myka into keeping them

kavius: any pronouns, 15, KAVI IS MY BABYGIRL!! he's the narrator, the 4th wall breaker, the "you may be wondering how i got into this situation" character. he's got a shitload of magic and is by far the most dangerous character on this page. he might look rude, but he's just badly socialized

pike: he/they, 21, this guy is myka's personal thirst trap character and him, taru, and reeve have some sort of gay tension going on. pike is basically a piglin from minecraft. pike wants to adopt kavi has his little brother. taru also wants to adopt kavi as his little brother

qualli: she/her, 22, she is the Only. a bird (canary!) girl. she's very upbeat and forgiving. she has a speech impediment that she's insecure about sometimes, so she may come off as quiet, but won't shut up to teo, cus they're besties

teo: he/him, 23, teo is myka's character, and pretty shut off from others. he basically lived through the apocalypse with qualli, so he only truly trusts her. there's no foreshadowing at all

soph: she/they, 18, is jake's character and she is just a sassy girl with a ferret, what else could anybody need? she keeps her friends in line and cares with a passion

marx: ey/he/they, 17, myka's character again! marx is a nerdy eagle bird boy and a friendly guy who's confused about the world. ey is in a qpr with vish, in a pseudo-official way. they've been through some shit

vish: he/him, 18, would die for marx. like at any point. he is the edgiest demon i could muster up and the "cringe culture is dead" oc i have. his design has changed the least from when i first made him when i was 13, so that says something

mikey: he/him, 12, mikey is actually reeve's little brother, but said "i don't like reeve, vish is my new big brother now" and chose the Worst guy to be his role model. mikey has ice magic but tries to do fire magic instead so he can be like vish, it doesn't go well for him

alania: she/fae/they, 17, and despite being an owl, is star member of the flying track team. alania and marx are sort of rivals, but they become friends over time, with an air for competition. she used to be a nerdy student with straight A's, but dropped faer effort in her studies to focus on her flying track skills and is always on the grind

dayton: she/her, 35, uh... also started out as a self-insert... but she's become one of the most complex characters over time. she was turned into an angel! she's stacy's mom and extremely loving. her halo has the magic to revive people from the dead, but she gets hurt by using magic otherwise

zhiwhel: he/him, Adult Cat Age, this cranky cat was my first character in this universe specifically. he's just a bully and a talking cat who only likes dayton, that's all. he also likes science

stacy: she/her//they, 5, stacy is a fun-loving rascal. she's drawn as a child in this picture, but we have story in place for her teenage self (which is why she has 'they' in the pronoun set, for later). fun fact, she saved the entire universe once, when she was 4. hashtag just angel werewolf things

lizzy: she/her, 31 myka's character. lizzy is dayton's wife, and she's big on social media and makes a living doing various things online to do with fashion. she's just a girlboss

steave: he/him, 31, is also myka's character. steave and lizzy are siblings, twins actually. dayton and steave used to date but then she left him for his sister so... (/j! it was a complicated MESS) and he's stacy's biological dad, where she gets her werewolf-ness from, but he doesn't take part in raising her. in every other way, he is her uncle

calder: he/him, 30 sorta it's complicated? is jake's character! he has the hots for steave, who was committed to dayton at the time. there was a lot of drama, and he's-sorta-actually-evil and reminds me of ashfur from warrior cats. but gay. (so just ashfur from warrior cats /j) and if he had a nickel for how many times he died and got revived, he'd have 2 nickels

samaira: she/her, 18, isn't her real name. her real name is suhana, but after the phasing (a world-wide merging of two universes, leaving one in a soft apocalyptic state), she started going by samaira and doing shady stuff. she has magic little rock-carved animals in her pouches that were a gift from her grandma. she's the only person taru can see in color, due to the magic figurines

shep: he/him, 16 myka's oc. just a silly guy. sometimes kinda zappy. static. electricity guy. besties with dez and a lovely little goat friend with anxiety

dez: they/she, 16, is a shadowy energetic individual. they have a complicated family situation and find comfort in doing classic teenager-y stuff with shep, and trying to help him with his anxiety

this is probably the BIGGEST ART I'VE EVER DONE. all of the important characters in mine and a couple friends' story. some of these ocs are 7 YEARS OLD!! they've changed over the years, and some have different current designs now, but i chose to mix some designs or to just use the most iconic one

[sukunasbabymama]

Dynamics.

“Oh, hey!! sorry to show up uninvited, just want to hang out with you for a bit— oh, you’re studying? It’s okay, I’ll take a nap in your bed while you finish”

MIKEY, Izana, Smiley.

das them bold bitches club.

“You run out of lip gloss again? Yeah whatever, take this one I always carry on me in case this situation happens”

Draken, Angry, Mucho, Rindou, BAJI.

the bitches that think they’ll be dammed if they show their soft side.

The “I enjoy watching movies with you and let you ramble about the most little detail you see and feel that you need to explain me”

Hakkai, Takemichi, Kakucho, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Inui.

Too precious to tell you to shut the fuck up.

“I AM a gangster, I am also a sucker for my baby’s cuddles so I have run off out of meetings when they tell me they’re home alone and want to cuddle, who’s gonna check me?🧐”

RAN, Hanma, Shion, Pah, Mikey.

go gang member who don’t know how to act when cuddles are on the equation

“I am NOT going to spend money on stupid stu– oh would you look at that!! Isn’t that what they said they like in a conversation like two months ago? *buys it*”

KOKONOI, Peh yan.

the i talk the most shit but I’ll die for them

“Touching is NOT my love language, BUT if you don’t have your hands on me everytime you see me, there’s gone be some serious problems in here I CAN FIGHT YOU KNOW😤”

Inui, Baji, Sanzu, ANGRY.

the i say one thing but want another bitch club

there are people who are in two dynamics but it’s just that they gave both vibes and so on.

[violetarks]

"oh, they're down for good."

anime: tokyo revengers

character: sano 'mikey' manjiro, mitsuya takashi

summary: y/n needs to explain to the boys her plan. and the boys need to understand why she has to do what she's planned.

a/n: afab! reader, she/her pronouns, third person pov, as always, spoilers ep 18 onwards, manga spoilers, sorry it's short this time, i have exams coming up!! series masterlist here

taglist: @chaoticyuna @eriskaitto @kenmas-xbox @chosoisbaby @lagrimasdeglitter @kamikoii @achoomoos @netzukochannn @tomanprincess

Y/N fixes her shirt as she gets ready for bed.

Today had been very different to her usually Tuesday. Thanks to Mitsuya's idea, she had stayed home and just... tried to relax. As much as someone like her could.

She did get Chifuyu and Takemichi texting her, asking if she was alright and some little things about Toman. But that was the most of it.

Those texts mostly consisted of telling her that it was okay to speak to them, and that they understood if she wanted to step down from Toman for the time being. Only until she got back onto her feet.

But who would be their leader if Y/N was gone?

She laid in her bed, facing the ceiling as she heard Mana and Luna run around the stairs and hallway. She had never really gotten used to the laughing of the sisters. Maybe because it seemed unnatural to allow little kids like them to make such noise at home when the older people were home. At least, that's what she grew up to know.

If Kazutora and Y/N laughed too loud or talked above a good level, then their father would yell at them since he was working in his study. More like getting drunk before 3 PM.

Their mother would cry and complain that she couldn't work in such a loud environment. Although not outright saying it was their fault, it was implicated and even 9-year-old Kazutora and 7-year-old Y/N knew it clearly was. They always knew it was their fault. Some way or another. They were used to it, but somehow it hurt more every time it went on.

She hears the girls run into their rooms after finishing their dinner and getting ready for bed. Little footsteps following another pair. They pass Y/N's door a few times, meaning they were racing up and down the halls. Something the two would do frequently, for some reason. Maybe it was fun.

The one time Kazutora and Y/N did it, they got yelled at by their father and locked out of the house until dinner. Kazutora ended up taking Y/N to see Mikey and Baji.

She heard Mana and Luna shut the door to their shared room, and go on to speak about whatever, giggles being heard through the walls. Y/N blinked, arms at her sides.

'Loud', she tells herself, like she did every time they were here, 'So loud.'

But it's not the loud that gives you a headache. The somewhat nice noise that makes you feel comfy.

Maybe she should pull back from the sisters for a while.

Reminded her of Kazutora.

Or rather, the Kazutora that she kept her brother as.

Lana and Mana were what Y/N wished she and Kazutora were.

And she didn't know whether that was a good thing or bad thing. Because now she was 'remembering' doing the same — running around the house, being as nosy as they wanted and laughing and being kids.

A big chunk of that was because of Mitsuya himself. He was an amazing brother to the girls. Always so caring and nurturing. He would hold their hands when they were scared, encourage them to keep going.

Kazutora hid Y/N when she was scared. Let her cry right into his chest. And warned Y/N about everything she did.

Maybe that's why she was so drawn to Mitsuya. He was kind, even when it was obvious not to be. He only cared about doing what was right, no matter what. He wanted the best for everyone. Y/N admired that about him. And loved that about Mitsuya.

That he was there unconditionally. No matter what shit went on, he always rounded back to Y/N, even when no one else could. Even when they all left her.

She turns on her side and sees her phone light up. Reaching out and checking it, she reads a text.

mikey &lt;3: you okay?

She squints at the name before sighing out.

It's been four years, and she still hasn't changed that stupid name from her old, love-sick self.

Y/N takes it upon herself to do that now.

She finds herself glancing over to the framed photo on her table. Of course, the one with her and Mikey. At the festival. She looked so happy with the blonde. Maybe she'd learn to do that again.

She knows what's on the back. It's been drilled into her mind.

'you’re kinda annoying, but i love you - from mikey’

'well i mean, i guess i’ll love you too’ - from y/n &lt;;3’

Coy and childish, but they both meant it at the time.

She supposed that Mikey still meant it now, though. Wouldn't that be right?

She changes the name fully, just as another text from Mikey comes through.

manjiro: mitsuya, kenny and i wanna go over what you said at the table.

manjiro: if you're too tired, we can wait for tomorrow before the meeting. it's after school, isn't it?

y/n: it is.

manjiro: okay. can we talk about it?

y/n: yeah alright. come to my room now.

manjiro: be decent when we get there.

y/n: i'm fully clothed, shut it.

manjiro: i mean, you never know...

y/n: you have three minutes.

She puts her phone away, rolling her eyes at Mikey's antics. Some things just never change, do they? Even when he's like this.

More heavier footsteps are heard down the hall. She knows for sure that Mitsuya is one of them, since his voice is heard on the other side of the wall. He tells his sisters to quiet down since it's night time, and that they don't want to wake the baby next door. His sisters go on to whisper, inviting Emma inside.

Mitsuya is the first to enter, doing his knock before she allows them in as he always did. She felt at ease seeing him give his usual smile, allowing Draken and Mikey in after him.

They all sat each other in different places. Y/N sat on the side of her bed, Mitsuya not too far beside her. Mikey was situated on the desk rolling chair, pout on his lips and leg crossed over his knee. He was going to sit beside Y/N, but the lavender-haired opponent seemed to be quicker.

Draken leaned against the dresser in front of Y/N, still standing with his arms crossed over his chest. He was the only one who seemed to not the mind the positions.

"So... what is it?" Y/N questions, fiddling with her fingers.

But she knows. She just wants to make sure Mikey isn't tricking her anymore.

Draken sees that the two other boys can't decide what to say first. It's in Mitsuya's eyes and the way Mikey plays with the hem of his shirt. The taller boy then lets out a huff, "We want to know more about your idea to make Mikey the Sixth Division Captain. You left the table right after you said that. And you spent dinner talking to Luna and Mana."

Y/N bites the inside of her cheek before hugging the pillow on her lap tighter to her chest. A habit Mikey had found out when he snuck into Y/N's room for a late night cuddle session. She did that whenever she felt lost or worried, maybe even alone. He watches her fingers wrap around the corners of the pillow.

"What do you want me to clarify?" She hums out, tilting her head into the cushion, "Mikey is the only other leader I can choose. Takashi has the Second Division, Takemichi and Chifuyu are the First Division, Draken is my Vice-Commander and I can't split the twins up. Neither can I do that to the last Division."

Mikey suddenly speaks up, leaning forward in his seat, "But you want Hanma put in Mitsuya's Division and Kisaki with me. What would that even accomplish?"

She explains, holding out a hand as she looks to the boys, "Kisaki is nothing without someone to throw hands for him. Hanma is impulsive and loud, exactly what Kisaki needs." She begins to draw circles on the pillow. "I know Takashi will take whatever needs necessary. And Kisaki will be a kiss-ass to Mikey since he knows he has no one else that is willing to 'cooperate' with him."

Mitsuya looks away. Dealing with Hanma was usually Draken job because of their somewhat feud going on all these years. While Hanma was kept in Toman, he held a low position because of Y/N's suspicion with Moebius and Valhalla. Hanma's done nothing so far, but with Kisaki back in the mix, it seemed Mitsuya would have to be trusted.

"Having them separated during Toman business would create less of a threat." Y/N claims, "Or even better, cancel out a threat entirely. Although we all know that's not likely."

"What about outside of Toman?" Mitsuya questions her.

Kisaki is a sneaky guy. He'll find one way or another to get what he wants. Y/N needs to be precise with what she's doing. Kisaki can find the cracks in anyone's plan and get through it.

"I'll find that he has no time to speak to Hanma outside of Toman." She states, swinging her legs off the side of the bed. So much for a relaxation day. "If he really is looking to reconnect with Toman, which is incredibly unlikely, then he wouldn't need to talk to him about anything in private."

Draken interrupts her thoughts. "You said that the leader of Ketsu-gang would be the captain of the Sixth Division." He reminds her. Of course, she hadn't forgotten that little piece of information.

"That was before Kisaki paid me a visit at school. Tomorrow, I'm clearing it up." She responds to that, running fingers through her hair with a tired glance, "They'll compromise, or else we crush them to bits."

Mitsuya and Draken nod their heads. Mikey waits for Y/N to say more. And she does.

"They idolise Mikey." She states, looking bothered by what she had just said. Mikey takes no offense to that. "So if they see him working with Toman again, they'll be more compliant, won't they?"

"That is true." Mitsuya agrees, nodding his head once. Although Mikey's done wrong, he's still a hero to a lot of people. Especially to Toman. Lucky, since Y/N decided not to disclose why he left and how he did.

There's a quietness between them that makes all three of them uncomfortable. Mikey is picking at the hem of his shirt, Mitsuya is staring at his lap as he wakes for Y/N to speak, and Draken is full on looking at his Commander. He knew if there was no more, then she would dismiss them.

Y/N then swallows her nerves, mumbling out, "I... I have to tell you guys something."

Draken raises a brow as Mikey tilts his head. She seemed anxious.

"There's going to be another brawl." She tells them.

"What?" They all gasp in unison, Mikey standing from his seat.

Mitsuya shifts a little in his spot, closer to Y/N. "What do you mean? We just had one last week on the 27th of October." He reminds them. Mikey makes a mental note that it was a few days before Halloween. "Why would we have another one so soon?"

Mitsuya and Draken know nothing of any local gangs looking to stir up some drama.

Y/N furrows her brows a little. Her grip tightens on her pillow before she sighs out, "I got a note in my locker yesterday." The boys think nothing of it. Another love letter, probably. As much as Mitsuya and Mikey dislike that. "It was from the Lumière du jour de la Lune."

Draken and Mitsuya are visibly shaken by this. Mikey raises a brow at that. Really, he didn't hear what she said that clearly. He asks, "Who are the Lumière—... jour—... jour Lune? Fuck, what does that even mean?"

Mitsuya tries not to laugh at his lazy pronunciation, not to mention how he left a few words out. But as he stifles his laugh, Mikey glares his way with an embarrassed look on his face.

He's been gone for four years, why would he have to study French? It's not like he's heard of this French gang anyway...

'Stop laughing, Mitsuya, you're being insensitive...' Mikey curses in his head. Once he sees Draken chuckling too, he looks away angrily.

The Vice-Commander is the one to answer his best friend, regardless of having to calm down from laughing. "They're one of the more known sub-gangs in Tokyo. Like our Divisions." He informs Mikey, looking more serious now. Mikey glances over to him. "Their mother organisation is... pretty vicious. They've been hinting at contacting more and more smaller gangs to basically eat them whole and make them a part of their gangs."

Y/N opens her locked drawer, pulling the key from around her neck. The boys don't seem to phased by it, but Mikey makes another mental note about that. What could be so important that she'd keep it there?

Mitsuya only looks away as she opens it up. He's respecting her privacy, knowing she kept all her valuables in there. A diary, a few notes from Emma and old cards from Kazutora. Maybe more, he's never asked.

"It means 'Daylight of the Moon' in French." Y/N tells Mikey, flicking through things in the drawer. Mikey didn't know she knew French. Or maybe she doesn't, she only knows a lot about gangs.

That seems more likely. She's always been good at remembering information to use in the future. One of the reasons she was appointed Commander of Toman.

She goes on, pushing an old locket to the side, "The sub-group that contacted me. That's their name. Their mother organisation is called 'Clair de Lune', meaning 'Moonlight'."

Mitsuya clenches his jaw at the thought of this big organisation going after Y/N. It was worse enough that Kisaki knew where Y/N went to school. He probably told Hanma about it too. Maybe. But he didn't want to take any chances. Clair de Lune was nothing to joke about.

He can't help but hear the keys of piano play through his mind.

"They're called that because of all the chaos they cause after sundown. They're like vampires, only coming out at night and resting during the day." She claims, shaking her head at the idea. It was a silly concept, but one of the most powerful. People were scared. Y/N didn't want that. "The 'Daylight of the Moon' group is the only division of theirs that actually is seen doing work in sunlight. But it's not like that changes what they do. They're still asshole delinquents causing mayhem."

Mikey sees the look on her face. She looks annoyed by the thought, or probably disgusted. Whatever it is, it isn't nice.

"But why French?" He inquires.

Draken scowls at that, looking away with shut eyes, "Because it was a gang that originated from France. It showed up out of fucking nowhere three years ago and grew like crazy." He finds himself holding his chin between his fingers. "I don't know why, but they've decided to cause Japan a whole shit-load of trouble for our delinquents."

Mitsuya rests his chin in his palm, furrowed brows. He hears Y/N curse quietly about not being able to find something. "Admittedly, they only have around 150 in each of their sub-groups, which there are six of. We'd have to fight, like, 900 people before even getting to the Commander and Vice-Commanders." He speaks aloud, looking to be weighing out the options.

"We have only around 575 Toman members so far, excluding Ketsu-gang." Y/N explains. Although it is higher than the 450 that Mikey had once commanded, it was not enough to fight a gang like Clair de Lune. "However, if they prove to be loyal to Toman, we'll have nearly 700. That's something, at least."

Draken nods his head, thinking of his own plan. Surely this wouldn't be the end of Toman.

Y/N pulls out a piece of paper, seeming to be folded neatly inside an envelope. It had the words 'TOMAN'S LEADER' written on the front. That takes all of their attention, shutting their mouths.

She reads aloud from it, "'Hanemiya Y/N, we know who you are and your relationship with not only Toman, but the past Valhalla group." Her brow twitches at the mention of her brother's old gang. She despised Valhalla, only allowing Hanma in because Draken kept him in check and he was admittedly a good fighter. "'We are not here to begin trouble in your side of Tokyo, but Clair de Lune is looking to expand it's group and we believe that the Tokyo Manji Gang would be an asset.'"

To Mikey, it seems like the most polite way a gang has ever spoken to Toman.

"'If you do not cooperate, we plan on destroying every hint of Toman for good.'" Y/N then adds on. Maybe Mikey was wrong. So very wrong. "'A meeting will be held on the 24th of December. We will give you the remaining month to come to a final decision. We will stay in touch.'"

Mitsuya furrowed his brows at the date. Right before Christmas, huh? The only day where he can rest assured that all his friends and family can be safe. Where Y/N and his sisters are waking up early to make breakfast for Emma and the other who usually sleep over. Others being Chifuyu, Takemichi and Draken. Where they all open presents gifted by the others, singing and dancing and watching movies.

Where Mitsuya would constantly tell Y/N that he was going to be there every Christmas. And where he always gives her a small gift that he knows she'll cherish, even more than the ones she was previously given.

If he remembers correctly, he gave her a nice diary with a lock, the leather cover being made by himself. Y/N cried at having something for herself that was strictly hers.

Y/N folds the letter and puts it back in the drawer, locking it and putting the necklace back under her shirt. She silently puts her hands back on the pillow, nudging her chin into it.

The boys all looked troubled by the new-found information. Nobody wants to say a thing, because what were they supposed to do? Y/N's plan was to make Toman the biggest gang in Tokyo. How was she supposed to accomplish this with Clair de Lune breathing down their neck?

Even Mikey could read the room.

"We have over a month to decide." Mitsuya states, holding his hands together over his knees, "Which means, we should start as soon as possible. Any wasted time could lead to the end of Toman."

"The meeting tomorrow." Y/N calls out, making the three boys look towards her. She pinches the bridge of her nose, ignoring the headache she currently has. "I'll mention it after inviting the new members. It's better to dry out all of the conflict before we talk to Clair de Lune."

Draken then furrows his brows. He lifts his chin to Y/N. "You said there would be a brawl. Clair de Lune is expecting a normal meet up." He says, to which he sees Y/N nodding her head to agree with. She has an unmoving expression. That makes Draken smile. "Oh, this will be great."

He's giving a slight laugh, enthusiasm coursing through his system. Mikey only raises a brow at his friend. What the fuck?

"What are you talking about?" He questions out, sitting back down on his chair. Y/N looks back at him for a second before towards Mitsuya. She raises a brow, as if waiting for him.

He then picks it up a few seconds later, grinning softly as well. He now understood why Draken was excited. "You don't want to cooperate." He chuckles to Y/N, shaking his head a little, "You're going to take over Clair de Lune."

"Ah, how did you know?" Y/N jokes in a soft tone, laying back onto the bed and closing her eyes. She feels as if this was one of the only things she's certain of with Toman. Or in her whole entire life. "Keeping Kisaki and Hanma apart will be my first step into controlling Clair de Lune. I need those two to either cooperate, or get the fuck out of my life."

"That's crazy." Mikey claims, shaking his head. He isn't saying it in support of her decision. But in confusion and nervousness. She tilts her head to look back at him. "Didn't you say these guys were bad news? Why even associated yourselves with them? You could just escape them, or sign... a peace treaty or something."

She closes her eyes again, making Mikey furrow his brows. He clenches his jaw at Y/N's laid-back atmosphere at the moment.

"Because the bad guys are always the weakest after they fall." Y/N exclaims to Mikey, who watches her open her tired eyes. He feels stiff in his spot. "When it's a hero, they are just down for a bit and then get back up as if nothing had happened."

Mitsuya and Draken don't say anything. Even they know that Y/N had changed more to be like her sibling.

She gives a short laugh, smiling as she speaks out, "But villains? Oh, they're down for good. No matter how much they persist. They'll never be as strong, or stronger, than what they were."

Mikey feels his heart twist.

Y/N sighs out, craning her neck to ease out some unwanted tension, "Once Clair de Lune falls, they will only be the dust underneath my boots." He won't admit it, but Mikey kind of enjoys seeing Y/N be so certain and assertive. "I'll have them eating out the palm of my hand for a crumb of attention."

She flexes her fingers out in front of her before curling them in a fist. A tight hold, like the one she wants around Clair de Lune. "I take out the support, it's over. Once we have the upper hand, we don't let go." She claims, looking determined as always.

This is the Hanemiya way of thinking.

Against all odds, they're are the good and bad. Mikey got firsthand experience when talking to Kazutora and Y/N alone. The boy at Bloody Halloween and the girl once at dinner before she left for the bridge. He didn't like it one bit. There's always more than the hero and villain.

Right?

There can't be just that black and white stance.

He grips his pants a little and tilts his head at Y/N.

"I get it." Draken speaks up, nodding at his Commander. She blinks at him, nudging her chin into the soft pillow again. She knows that him talking is her sign to stop. More like a warning before she says something terrible.

The tall guy then turns his head. "Mikey. Familiarise yourself with the new Divisions." He commands his friend. Mikey, in return, nods his head slowly, brushing out the creases of his shirt. Draken then gazes at Y/N, who is still hugging her pillow to her chest. "Our meeting tomorrow, do you plan on explaining it all then?"

Y/N nods her head in return. "Yes. They'll know about the Division changes and all that, but not about our plan with Kisaki." She explains, lifting herself up and rubbing the back of her neck. She was tired. A lot.

Maybe it was time to go to bed.

But someone speaks up before she can ask them to leave.

"And what exactly is our plan with Kisaki?" Mikey questions her, just wanting to quickly ask after seeing her face, "We only know that he's coming back and that he knows where you go to school. He's probably mentioned all he knows to Hanma, too."

"We won't speak about it unless we're all in this room, got it? This is the safest place, away from any of Kisaki's minions or whatever. What is said here, stays here." She commands, making all three boys nod theirs heads. Good to have such compliant guys around, isn't it?

Y/N lets out a huff, glancing at her desk where a shiny item sat, "I'm planning to shut Kisaki up for good."

Mitsuya furrows his brows. "What do you mean?" He asks in a quiet tone, almost afraid of her answer.

Draken is as well. Because he can finally realise how similar the ex's in this room are. Sure, he might've seen some similarities, but never to this extent. When did Y/N become Mikey? And why didn't he figure it out until now? Had it always been this way, ever since she became Toman's leader?

Y/N stands up, walking towards her desk. Mikey blinks at her for a moment as she moves in his direction. "With the Clair de Lune coming to overtake Toman, we can't have any loose ends at the fight on the 24th." She explains to her commanders. Mitsuya crosses his arms. "Kisaki's been up my gang's ass for years now. I don't like having that guy constantly snooping and getting my men worried. They won't fight well if that happens, and I can't afford to lose to Clair de Lune."

She picks up the item from the table, clicking it into place before turning around. Draken widens his eyes with a slow inhale, suddenly standing up straighter once Y/N faces them. Mitsuya's shoulders raise as he then lifts himself off the bed. His fists are clutched at his sides.

Mikey is the only one to remain in his seat. He's got his arm on top of the chair backing. He closes his eyes for a moment, letting a sigh out. 'Is that really necessary? It's just Kisaki', he thinks to himself.

But then again, he doesn't exactly know what he's left behind. All he knows is that Kisaki stepped down and Toman was Commander-less for about four months until they agreed upon Y/N.

What he didn't know was that Kisaki had tried to take out all of the Captains, in fear that they'd take over Toman in his place. He didn't go after Y/N since, well... why would Toman invite Mikey's ex to be the Commander?

The only slip up. Letting Y/N live.

She tilts her head and aims at the bed in front of her, leaving her finger off the little important section of the item. She blinks once as she lifts her chin. A small grin adorns her lips.

"I'm going to shoot Kisaki."

[inupibaldspot]

Our Snowfall

Pairing: Baji x Reader

Request: OPEN

Note: I cried writing this I’m in so much pain rn 😭

Baji slowly opened the door,revealing room of white color, with faint sent of medicines and anti-septic's.

Earlier he was playing catch with Mikey outside, but Mikey wanting to show off threw the ball too hard making the ball zoom across the sky as it breaks the window to a hospital room.

Baji was about to shout at Mikey only to find the blonde boy had disappeared without a trace. And now Baji was on a mission to get his ball back.

“I’m sorry for breaking your window.” Baji bows his head from the door.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Baji blinked in confusion. The voice was that of a young child and not an adult like he was expecting. He raises his head to see a small figure ,who looked really weak.

The person smiled. “The ball is on the table there. It would be best if you left before nurse comes back.”

Baji nods as he walks in and takes the ball. He notices that the broken glasses pieces were already picked up and clean.

Baji turns to look at you. “My name is Baji Keisuke. What is yours?”

Your lips curl into a weak smile. “My name is Y/N…”

Baji walks towards you. “Are you sick,Y/N?” His expression was somewhat worried.

You nod. “I’ve been here forever.” You laugh. “Mama told me I can’t go outside because I get sick easily so I stay at the hospital so Mr. Doctor can help me…”

Baji frowned. He was always an active kid who spend most of his time playing around so when he heard that you don’t get to go outside,it made him sad. “Is it okay if I visit you sometime.”

Your eyes widens as color appears on your cheeks,you then smiled brightly. “I would love that!”

True to his words,Baji immediately visited you the next day.

Ever since Baji entered your life,your life has been full of colors. Baji would always talk about how he spend his day,he would talk about his friends and all the crazy thing they would do.

He would always visit you,never making you feel lonely. Along the way he even introduced some of his friends. First he brought Mikey along and then the next Mitsuya and Pachin.

You were scared at first when Baji said they were in gangs but when you got to know them,they were just dorks,lovable and funny dorks.

“I heard this time we are going to have a white Christmas.” You said as you looked outside.

Baji who was cutting apples for you, stopped as he looks at you. “Are you going to be with your parents?”

You shook your head. “Both my mom and dad are going to be busy with work so they said we can’t celebrate it with me this time.”

You smiled as you turned to look at Baji. “But the nurses said they’re going to set up a Christmas tree so I’m excited!”

Baji looks at how your eyes brightened when you talked about the Christmas tree. You looked so happy talking about and that made you seem so much beautiful.

“I’m sure it would look so pretty-“ Your words came to a halt when you started coughing. The coughing never seemed to die down making Baji rush to your side and when it finally did,there were blood in your hands. He looked at you in horror but you didn’t seem to panic,rather you looked as if you were think ‘Not this again.’ As if this happened regularly.

“I’ll get the doctor real quick!” With that he rushes away.

…….

To your dismay the Christmas tree was smaller than expected but nevertheless you enjoyed the cake your parents ordered for you,you ended up eating them with the grandma next door.

Maybe it was because you weren’t with Baji today,the day felt bit gloomier even-though it was such a joyous day. You missed Baji. 

Just when you were about to sleep,tiny knocks were heard at your door. “Psttt, Y/N.”

You look at the door confused. “Baji what are you doing here?”

Before you knew it,Baji makes you wear a thick jacket and cover your neck with a muffler not answering your question.The wide grin on his face perked your curiosity more.

He then kneels in front of you,his back facing you. “Get on!”

“Huh?”

Baji turns to you and he gives you a grin. “I’m going to show you a huge Christmas tree.”

Baji and you then sneak out of the hospital as he carries you to the main town. You gleam at how beautifully the place was decorated. The air outside was cold but it was so fresh, so much frsh as compared to the air in your hospital room.

“It started snowing!” You shouted excited as you raised one of you hand to try and hold it,only for it to melt as soon as it touches you. “The report was right! We’re having a white Christmas!” It was your first time actually being outside when it was snowing, normally you'd only watch the snow from inside.

Places were beautifully lit, decorated with lights filled with joyful atmosphere. Some with their family others on dates. As people start to stare at the sky taking in the entrance of the snow.

“We’re here!” Baji stops walking as he nudges his head at a particular direction.

There at a distance was a huge Christmas tree, decorated with fairy lights, colorful bulbs and small other decorations. “Wow…”

“Beautiful isn’t it-“ Baji stopped speaking as he looked at your expression. Your eyes gleamed as it shone,from all the lights, you nose and cheeks slightly flushed from cold but the most beautiful part was your smile.

You burrowed you face against Baji’s neck,making him feel ticklish but he didn’t mind it rather he love it. “Thank you Keisuke …” He could feel your breath against his neck.

“I’m so glad I could spend the Christmas with you…”

……

“I hate school!” Baji shouts as he messes his hair in frustration. “I don’t know why I have to study this bull shit!” Baji was currently in you room as he worked on his homework while you were reading a book. A pleasant way you guys would spend your time together. It has almost been two years since you guys met.

You laugh at Baji’s expression as you set down the book you were reading. “Come on now~ Don’t say that..I think school must be fun.”

Baji stops as he realizes what he did. You were someone who could never join school after multiple incidents of you passing out or getting rushed to hospitals when you were a kid.

You couldn’t experience school like he did. Baji huffs as he goes back to his books. “Fine… I’ll aim for twenty marks this time.”

“Twenty? That’s not even the pass mark.” You laugh at him. “How about you go for thirty at least.”

“Thats not the pass mark either, Y/N!“

You were about to say something when a sudden thought came into mind. “Keisuke … I actually was watching tv yesterday and I saw someone making a pumpkin themed cake…”

“So I thought I’d want to eat that but I don’t think I can complete it by myself. So how about you join me…?” Your cheeks flushed red.

You were basically asking him out on a date.Sure you guys spend time together alone but you never once made an offer like this to him. It has been months since you figured out you had feelings so Baji but you never really acted on it.

Since the thought of you getting rejected and in turn losing a beloved friend scared you to no end.

“Sure!” You turned your head quickly at his reply. Baji was smiling as well as he continued. “When would it be?”

You smile as you brought your hands together, excited. “I was thinking of October 31..”

“Ah… I don’t think I can join you then…” Baji replied regretfully. “How about November 1?”

“Sure!” As long as you could spend time with Baji, you were happy.

But then that day never came.

That day you waited for Baji to enter the room,with an untouched cake box on the table. The door opens to reveal Mikey,Draken and Mitsuya.

“Baji…Baji died during our fight against Valhalla …”

Would it be funny if you said you ate the cake while you cried? Probably,but that’s what you actually did. Stuffing you mouth with the soft creamy treat as tears pool you eyes.

Days after were as if a curtain closed closed your window, everything felt so much dim and it didn’t help that your condition seemed to worsen.

You were losing weight at an alarming rate,coughing up more blood at frequent rates. You grew increasingly weaker as you parents even took time off their jobs to nurse you.

But at certain nights you would wake up in tears,as you could barely breathe as you searched for Baji,hoping to see him with you in the room. “Keisuke…”

It was a peaceful winter evening ,the air was cold and places were quiet as white snow gently falls in the ground.

People outside were looking and hoping that the snow would set properly. Kids were already outside as they excitedly play out, parents in their homes were making food to warm themselves up.

“Stay with me Y/N!”

People were rushing all over the room as you dad hold your crying mom.

You head felt as if it was going to burst,a strong sense of nausea filled you. Everything you hear and see seemed so muffled and blur.

Despite you body feeling limp, it was twitching. You breathing which was rapid at first seemed to now slow down,accompanied with a strong aching pain.

Then suddenly all those suffering at once disappear.

You entered into a white place,as if each and every part was covered in snow.Your body felt light with no presence of pain that you were feeling just a second before.

 You walked around too see that in a distance was a very familiar person.A person who made you life so much brighter. A person who you enjoyed every moment spend with him. A person you loved.

That person turns around as he expression turns into a frown.

“Why did you join me so early?”

You smile as a tear rolls down your face. “I guess I missed you too much,Keisuke.”

[moxfirefly]

Good afternoon, this has been in the works for a while now and I finally got around to finishing it and being pretty content of it (this is gonna go up on AO3 soon along with the others that aren’t request) but I wanted to post it here first. Enjoy!

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

“Wish you were here right now

All of the things I'd do”

Gaming was always an escape.

From childhood to adulthood. There was some gaming equipment in your hands, controls, handhelds, keyboards and so on. There was just something calming about entering a fantasy world and immersing yourself in scenery and stories that made you stray from bad days and long nights.

For Donatello it was the same.

On one of his many supply scavenges Splinter had found a dumpster near a toy store that was going out of business. It was a memorable haul for them. What they expected to be routine things mixed with some type of groceries had turned into literal Christmas in July. Stuffed animals, board games, action figures and even a few gaming consoles with some cartridges and cd’s. Noticeably they were considered damaged or improperly manufactured, but they didn’t care and for Donnie he had spent a good week and a half fixing up the Nintendo and Play Station 2 consoles back into working conditions.

That alone had been plenty for him but nevertheless Mikey being so excited about playing wanted him to join him. They had played for hours and each disc or cartridge they tried out held a new story, a new set of controls to learn, new visuals and such. He was immediately hooked.

When he had gotten the first parts to start building a PC from scratch he knew there would be another world of possibilities for games.

Now gaming is a leisure for Donnie. Something he does for enjoyment and an escape when his projects become too much. The world of online gaming allowed him to also explore the possibilities of chatting with others though, the humans they were not allowed to see or speak to (with the exception of their Hogosha) but needless to say it wasn’t like Donnie broadcasted his identity and whereabouts. More so these people only came to game and speak game.

Donnie absolutely does detest the unnecessary sexism that gaming brings. Many a time he had read on chats or heard on his head set such derogatory comments thrown at female players. Never the one to stand such misogynistic behavior (he was raised better and had heard enough horror stories from April) he always shot that shit down quickly. Given his status as being far above his gaming peers he had developed respect and none of them ever shot back at him.

That’s how he runs into you.

On the opposing team nonetheless.

Once your female voice ran through the ears of the group he had been stuck in, the comments began to rain down. Some colorful, some lazy and some downright disgusting. Donnie had had enough and with some of his more illegal methods, had managed to push out the players in his party and send the audio recording to the email of the developers.

On exceptionally petty days he did far worse.

You had been stunned, wondering why the gang of immature boys had suddenly disappeared. Only one of them remained with the gamer tag specifying ‘Don_DuzMachines’ you couldn’t help but giggle at it.

You had asked if the sudden disappearance had been a weird glitch and if Don (as you assumed you should call him) had anything to do about it.

“Let’s just say I’ve got my ways” His soft voice rang through your headset.

“Well it’s hardly the first time I’ve had a gang of prepubescent boys tell me to suck their dicks” You started to move away in the map but stopped abruptly.

“Hey do you wanna play something else?” You asked tentatively. “Figured the least I can do is thank you” Donnie sat back pensively, well there was no harm in that now was there?

And so it started innocently.

Co-op games even the occasional match against one another. Each game you two always spoke through your headsets. Mostly banter about strategy or directions for who to do what or the occasional friendly jabs. You hadn’t revealed much that wasn’t the nickname you used as your gamer tag, and well Don had basically done the same.

That is until you decide to poke a little into his life. “You go to college?” You had asked, fingers gliding over the keyboard as you both partook in a raid. Donnie hadn’t expected such a question and he didn’t necessarily want to divulge much, he opted for a more ambiguous response. “I do my own studying, sort of like home schooling if you will?” Well he wasn’t wrong, Splinter had been both father and teacher to them, Donnie had just excelled more quickly and soon enough he was teaching his brothers on the academic side.

“You broke too, huh? Trust me it’s not worth the insane debt you’ll develop in six years that’ll take forty years to pay off” You chuckled with a hint of bitterness, Donnie couldn’t help but laugh and snort.

“That’s cute” You said sincerely. Donnie smiled, heat creeping up his neck.

How innocent things had been at the start.

For six months the two of you divulged little to no information. You never asked to video chat and Donnie never asked for your socials. It had just been a mutual agreement to keep the mystery that just wasn’t verbalized. Maybe it was for the better, because surely what had began as a gaming buddies situation had escalated to, well Donnie couldn’t really explain.

The first instance the two of you had been stuck on a map solving intricate puzzles. It was one of the more relaxed games the two of your partook in together when you didn’t want to deal with other players in a lobby.

“Dating apps are a nightmare, they’re only worth it for getting dumb funny stories” You had been playing but also checking some of the matches you’ve gotten on a site. Donnie swallowed, why did that settle so oddly in his stomach?

“Well any funny ones you’d like to share?” Don asked curiously hoping he wasn’t over stepping any boundaries. “One guy wanted me to cover my feet in marmalade, I really almost hit fuck it and did it” You couldn’t help but smile when Don choked, coughed and bursted out laughing.

“What kink is that even related to? I mean I know people enjoy feet but marmalade?” He was bewildered. “Come on Don don’t kink shame the poor guy, who are you to police his eclectic culinary desires?” Now the two of you couldn’t help but burst into another fit of laughter. Both your avatars were idle standing, the game somewhat abandoned in favor for the conversation.

“Hey I’m not kink shaming, we all have our weird kinks” Donnie smiled sitting back on his swivel chair. You clicked out of the dating site, chin resting on your hand. “Are we finally having this conversation? Cause I love this shit, it’s my bread and butter” You sat back in your gaming chair, tucking your knees.

Donnie felt so shy but the barrier of mistery the two of you had built urged him on. He was curious, like stupid curious what you looked like and while he had everything to figure out exactly where you were, it wasn’t morally correct for him. So why not just indulge in the conversation?

“Well it’s not feet, sorry to disappoint” He heard you laugh, an infectious sound he had grown to enjoy so much. “Feet are so passé anyways, what about bondage?” You spun slowly in your chair, the sounds of Don adjusting and clicking on the keyboard ringing in your ears.

“Bondage is a go, especially sensory deprivation” He was checking some documents April had forwarded to him in regards to a case they were dealing with, but he could multitask. You made an approving noise, nodding while taking a sip of your drink. “Into that D/s stuff?” You asked wanting to see what else he might like.

“Well yeah, but I do enjoy more um... Fem Dom stuff” He finished up the email he wrote out for April and hit send. “A man with taste, not something we get often” You chuckled but decided to add. “I wouldn’t mind having a guy submit to me” You bit the inside of your cheek a little shy suddenly.

Something about that statement made heat spread south for Donnie. The concept of being dominated? By a woman? He peaked a look behind him, pushing one side of his headset down to hear what his brothers might be up to but he heard only music and chatting voices.

“What’s your favorite thing?” He inquired almost too softly.

“Erotic ASMR” There was no trace of embarrassment in your voice and that somehow made Donnie hot.

“Maybe we frequent the same sites for that” Don boldly threw out. You made an approving face before sitting forward and typing on your keyboard. A beat or two later Donnie saw an email notification from you on one of his many burner emails. He opened it finding links to audios from various sites all catered to erotic audios. Donnie whistled, this was a gold mine and true to his predictions you did indeed have some of his favorite sites to peruse.

“It’s not just male audios by the way, there’s women too” You sat back once again, nervously playing with your hair. “Thanks... Well I do like hearing both” Donnie confessed, voice avoiding a stutter.

You grinned. Oh he was even more fun that you could’ve expected.

Curiously enough that had been the tamest experience into yours and Donnie’s sex talks. Because it hadn’t really stopped at that, they progressively escalated little by little. Fave kinks had turned to fave sites, fave sites had turned into fave videos. Donnie never pictured he’d share his hidden folder with a stranger no less.

You nor Donnie could really say how the two of you had ended up one late night, with yet another abandoned game, talking about weird but satisfying cyber sex experiences. Some of your stories had been on the more comical side but a few had riled Donnie up to the point that he couldn’t ignore it. There was a shift in your voice as well, an allure that enticed him.

“Can I be honest?” You licked your suddenly dry lips. Donnie tensed momentarily, not sure what to expect. “Of course, please” You squeezed your thighs together, ‘please’ shouldn’t sound so good coming out of his mouth. You trace lazy circles on your thighs, something pushed you. “I’m kinda turned on by this...by talking to you about all this stuff” Maybe this was overstepping it, surely there was nothing wrong between two adult friends discussing such matters.

There was no need to tell Don that you had yearned to put a face to the name. But his hesitance spoke of insecurities and you could understand that.

“I am too...” Donnie looked up at what he called a ceiling in his home, the darkness of the sewer system and concrete. He’d never have a chance with you, it was a deeply rooted desire for intimacy and if virtually he could obtain it then so be it.

For all your boldness you felt a wave of bashfulness hit, crashed around your self confidence. Then Donnie steps up and you feel your toes curl in excitement. “Do you want to have a better experience?” Donnie runs both hands down his face, who was he to provide better experiences, he’d never even physically had a partner. The slow sigh that escapes your throat is comforting static in his headset. “Yeah, yeah I really do actually” You feel a smile etch itself on your lips.

“You can call me Donnie” It’s the closest to his name, and truthfully he really wants to hear you say it.

“Y/N,” You say to which Donnie makes an approving noise, he finds your name to be pretty. He rolls it in his mouth, testing the syllables, he can envision moaning it, well he wants to moan it if he can be completely honest. He wants to put a face to that name but he quickly pushes the thought out. There’s a pregnant pause where neither of you engage or make the first attempt. Not wanting to let this mood flee, Donnie swallows and closes his eyes. The hum of the abandoned game grounding him.

“Say my name again” It’s not a forceful demand, all the contrary he wants to hear the pitch in your voice when you say it, he wants to picture how each tone would variate depending on what he would do or say. “Donnie...” You smile to yourself when you say it, a hint of desire nestled in it and Don notices that and wants more of it.

There’s a lengthy sigh from your behalf, hands wandering up your thighs towards your chest. “I’d like to be there right now, would like to say it against your lips” Your bold confessions makes Donnie’s pulse quicken. He runs a ghosting touch up his plastron, the vision of a delicate hand doing it. The imaginary weight of you on his lap grinding down on his hard member. Donnie grips himself through his shorts a soft groan escaping his parted lips.

“Want you to kiss me” He swallows dryly, the approving noise you make pushing him forward. “Feel your lips all over, feel your mouth around me...” He lifts his hips, hand cupping himself and the small hitch in your breath is a sound he wants permanently recorded in his brain.

“God are you big? I bet you are” You kneed your breast, thumb and forefinger pinching the sensitive nubs until they’re perked. Donnie smirks to himself, freeing his aching member and looking down at himself. Mutant genes aside he feels somewhat shamefully proud of his cock, he wonders if you would like it... deeply buried within you. “Yeah I am, I think you can take it something tells me” You catch that teasing tone and the urge to swallow him whole and make him see stars is too much.

Your hand finds its way into your underwear, the warm wetness making you moan as you tease your middle finger between the lips to find your sensitive nub there. You bite back another lengthy moan but recover enough to breathlessly say, “oh fuck, Donnie” and that very sound makes him shiver. Never did he think he’d hear something so temptingly good, said with such sincerity. God the things he would do to smell your arousal right now, to taste the wetness. “Push two fingers in slowly” Donnie almost pleas, his voice shakey, hand pumping his cock at a steady pace. You do as he wishes, your gutted moan making more precum gather at the tip of his member.

“God-shit- you sound so good, wish you were riding my big dick right now” He wants to chastise himself for saying something like that, but he can’t deny that statement shakes something in you. He can hear it, the sound of your fingers mixed with a continuously rising string of moans. “Ohmygod” Words tumble out strewn together by your pleasure. “Donnie please, please fuck me harder” That alone makes him sit up and push forwards, one hand on his desk as the other works himself up in upward twisting strokes.

Donnie can’t erase the idea of slamming into you right here on his desk, maybe bent over, maybe you’ll let him cum on your face...

He pushes the idea away, he can’t envision your face now, not right now, not when your moans have you sounding this deliciously in need. You’re plunging two fingers into your core as your free hand runs firm circles around your clit. “Christ Donnie you sound so good baby” You moan, perspiration covering your body and Donnie can only groan his approval.

There’s a few minutes where it’s just the two of you lost in your own pleasure together. The constant chants of ‘fuck’ and ‘god’ and ‘yes’ mixed between the two of you. “Say it... again” Donnie groans out, hand quickening, briefly gathering some saliva and letting it fall on his hard member for better traction. “Don-oh, Donnie cum in me!” You’re so far gone, not caring what comes out of your mouth. The wet sounds in your head set and a vibration you figured could be static mixed with his groans was all you heard.

Donnie’s hips twitch, feels that request swim inside of his brain and the image of burying himself as deeply as you could take is all he needs. Just as your moans rise in crescendo he feels the first twitch and relief of his orgasm overtake him. He’s never felt it hit him this hard it knocks the wind out of him, each rope shooting out onto his hand and floor. In his minds eye though, it’s your suffocating heat taking it, milking him until he’s a shivering mess. It plays perfectly like a movie, he swears he can even feel your lips at his neck and arms holding him tight.

Your sounds are enough to keep him stroking, the way your voice pitched up with the sound of his name entwined, forever recorded in his brain. Your entire body tensed to the point of uncomfortable but it was impossible to stop abruptly when he sounded so lost in you. Your leg shakes and stiffens and it takes every inch of control to not become liquid and slip away into comforting bliss.

Eventually the sounds of heavy breathing slowly but surely settling are the only things the two of you can hear in your ears. There’s a mess, for you and for him. The understanding of things transpired crossing each of you two’s brains. Should you speak first? Should he?

“Um, you with me?” You settle, skin sweaty and mouth dry. There’s movement on the other line, a quiet cuss here and there and you smile. “Yeah, sorry just... made a mess” His voice has that sheepish tone and you can’t help but chuckle.

“Great thing about being a girl, we can conceal the evidence better” You stretch your aching legs enjoying each joint pop. “The female anatomy never seizes to amaze me, trust me” Donnie leans back in his chair, napkin cleaning any other soiled spot.

The silence was somewhat comfortable, the buzzing of good chemicals slowly settling.

“Was this okay?” He asked, hesitant tone in your ears.

“More than okay if you ask me” You kept it light not wanting him to feel odd or even ashamed.

You ventured on slowly, forming the question in your brain and bouncing it back and forward with a swallow. “If, and I mean if you want to, we can maybe do this from time to time” You worried a thumbnail between your teeth. Donnie’s gaze watching the idle screen of the abandoned game, he thought hard but briefly.

“I... yeah I would” He smiles to himself, even if the nagging thought that this might not last clutches the back of his mind. Why ruin a good thing? This was good more than good and you suggested to continue.

He doesn’t want to preoccupy his brain with scenarios, or if that dreaded ‘let’s meet’ sentence decides to cross your lips. If this is the inch of intimacy he gets to have and it’s with you, who he has grown so fond of, then he’s selfishly taking that inch and guarding it with his life.

Mutely you both remain on the line, no words spoken from the agreement, just simply enjoying that the two of you were present.

Even if not physically.