#him and mikey are my secret soft boys

[cannellee]

Hi, I hope you're well?

How do the Alpha!TR-boys behave (Mikey, Chifuyu, Baji, Kazutora, Izana, Kakucho, Shinichiro and South) when his Omega finally born their puppy?

But only if you want it or you feel like good.

Thank you very much :D

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

୨୧ alpha! tokyorev x omega! reader (pairing: mikey, chifuyu, baji, kazutora, izana, kakucho, shinichiro, south)

— their reactions to their omega giving birth

I kinda gave up at the end sorry it's not as detailed as the others😭

MY MASTERLIST : ☆

𐙚 ALPHA! MIKEY

mikey's overly excited, grinning from ear to ear like a child. you actually wanted to keep your pregnancy a secret from people and simply keep this a secret between you and mikey.

however, once your belly grows big enough that it's impossible to ignore it, mikey's the first to spread the news, happy to finally share that he's the one who knocked you up. despite his joy, he's feeling especially cautious and possessive. he's constantly oscillating between an extreme aggressiveness and an excessive care for you. it's a weird combo, but it works out for the both of you and you quickly find your balance during those 9 months.

when you get closer to your delivery, you can both feel it and while you get more sensitive and fragile because of all the hormones fighting inside you, mikey switches and reacts to your own needy pheromones. you can start smelling your baby's own soft scent and it sets mikey on edge to know he has to protect two human beings now, he's even more alert than before.

giving birth was hard and exhausting, and mikey stayed right by your side the whole time, acting like a moral support. hearing your little baby's first cries was truly an emotional moment : when mikey finally realised that he was a father. looking at your child's face, he smiled at how frail and how precious he looked. holding his tiny hand, he felt the responsibility of protecting and providing for his family even stronger than before, absolutely determined to cherish the both of you.

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𐙚 ALPHA! CHIFUYU

chifuyu, like all the others, is extremely ecstatic to hear you are expecting. when you first tell him, he's holding you in his arms, spinning you around and kissing your giggling face all over.

even before you can see a bump on your stomach, he's always caressing it, feeling giddy inside knowing he's going to be a father. it's your first child : he's anxious and afraid he won't do great, of course you reassure him, feeling your motherly instincts take over, you can't help yourself from wanting to help your mate feel okay.

but despite his initial anxiety, chifuyu quickly pulls himself together, ashamed he even let his pregnant omega take care of him when he is supposed to support her during this tough journey. he grows more confident and assertive during those 9 months, naturally taking the lead and being fully capable of knowing exactly what you need.

when you finally give birth, he's right by your side, holding your hands and letting you dig your nails as painfully deep as you need during the whole process. he's constantly checking on you, talking you through it to get your mind off of the pain of labour. even with your sweaty face and tired eyes, you remain the most beautiful omega in his eyes and he doesn't hesitate to kiss your lips once he hears your baby cry, signaling that you finally did it.

he's carefully holding the baby in his arms, already scenting her, then you, and hands her to you once you've calmed down enough. he smiles as he watches the both of you bond, all the doctors leaving the room after administering the last needed treatments. he takes his time to praise you gently, not rushing you in the slightest and watching with a content smile his most precious persons together.

the only moment he leaves your side afterwards is to get you a glass of water and buy some snacks. he grew even more protective and doesn't want to risk anything. he knows exactly what you need, you guys communicate with each other so well that you don't even need to voice your discomfort. not even when his mother is trying to separate you from your baby, too exhausted to be able to keep her in your weak arms. after contacting your families to announce you had given birth, you didn't think it would have pushed them to come and visit you right away...

she's snatching your pup despite your objections, insisting she has the right to cuddle her grand-daughter. the lack of contact sets you on edge and once chifuyu gets back, he immediately analyses the situation and kicks his own mother out, carefully placing back the child on your chest, apologising on behalf of her. he's scenting you and locking the door, making sure the next few days are spent in the intimacy of your home, where you'll focus on getting your strength back.

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𐙚 ALPHA! BAJI

baji has always wanted to take it further with you, feeling himself ready and able to support you and another little one. the thought alone of having mini versions of the both of you running around sparked his own instincts of fire, feeling them cloud his mind and flood him with images of your pregnant body.

he knew you would look absolutely gorgeous all swollen with his pups and now that his fantasy came true, he can only worship you even more. you smell heavenly and the way each piece of clothes highlight your bump, he can't help himself from touching it and keeping his hand glued to your stomach.

he's growling and threatening people, even his own friends, displeased with the way they so carelessly approach you even if you're the one who went up to them in the first place. after a few months, baji is keeping you at home, in your nest. you can't leave. he considers it better for both you and your baby's health to stay far from the pollution of the city and the annoying and soiled pheromones of others. your scent is so pure, so sweet and maternal, he wants the whole room to smell like you and preserve it the best he can.

the day your water broke, baji was extremely reactive, knowing exactly what to do as if he had done it a thousand times. he carries you and presses your head in his neck, forcing your stressed out self to inhale his comforting pheromones. he reassures you, telling you you're almost there, and with the way he manages to keep his tone very calm, it rubs off on you and soothes your stress a tiny bit.

he's definitely not leaving your side and even pressures the doctors into taking very good care of you and your baby. he's kissing your knuckles, telling you how strong you are and how proud of you he is.

after you were sent home, he's fulfilling your every needs, satisfyingly watching his omega feed your baby. he's scenting you when you need it, massaging your neck and feet when it feels too much and monitoring who is allowed to meet you and your pup, not wanting too many people next to his newly formed family.

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𐙚 ALPHA! KAZUTORA

kazutora's relationship with you and your baby is heavily determined by his traumas he's still trying to heal from. he has a past which is difficult to ignore and his worst nightmare is to become like his father and reproduce the abusive pattern he grew up with.

he had his fears when you were pregnant but was far too happy to fully think about it. the sense of familiarity he found within you was reassuring enough that, even if he was still doubtful, the trust you put in him helped him gain confidence.

but now that you're both there, right in front of his eyes, defenceless enough that one wrong move from him would give you severe injuries, he's not so sure anymore of what he's doing. he's flinching whenever he accidentally makes a loud noise, scared the baby might associate him with something unpleasant. he scents the both of you too often to even count, making sure his pheromones become a source of comfort and nothing else.

but one thing he is good at, is driving alphas away. you might not have noticed it but, except for his most trusted friends, both you and your child didn't interact with any other alpha for at least a year. he just loves you too much to risk being careless and threaten your health, he wants to be a good father and prove to himself that he has changed for the best.

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𐙚 ALPHA! IZANA

you didn't want to tell him at first, knowing how explosive izana's personality was and how right now wasn't a particularly good time, with all the fights he still got into. denying your pregnancy unknowingly took a toll on your health and soon enough you found yourself hospitalised. your belly was as flat as always despite the fact that you were getting dangerously close to the final day.

izana rushed to your side once he heard the news of the two of you's future responsibility. he held your hand, upset more against himself than against you for not even noticing any changes in your behavior and so obliviously holding you at night without a single clue of your actual condition. he took you home in a heartbeat after consulting the doctors and instead focused on taking care of you, providing a safe environment for you and your future baby and making sure you gained your health back by following exactly what the experts advised.

the moment your daughter is born, he's turning into a hopelessly devoted dad who'll do anything to keep both his princesses satisfied. he spends most of his time praising you for being such a strong and resistant omega, delivering your baby despite the excruciating pain.

his instincts are now even more sensitive than before, fearing so strongly a possible threat. he growls and threatens with intimidating pheromones for any strangers to stay away, no matter who they are : it's his baby and his omega, both in a weakened state considering what they went through. nobody's passing through him. he has the urge to show you how well he can take care of you, to prove you how wrong you were to be scared to tell him you were having his baby.

his favourite moments are when the both of you are in his arms, securely tucked right against his chest, with his precious omega breastfeeding their pup like the good mother she is, nurturing instincts taking over her so much to the point he can't help but regret not impregnating you sooner.

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𐙚 ALPHA! KAKUCHO

you didn't even have to tell kakucho : he could smell the slightest change of scent within you and instantly knew that the new coconut scent wasn't exactly yours. for him, that was a heavy indicator of what you were going through.

and he's elated, absolutely blissful to learn that the love of his life is waiting for a child, his child. kakucho is family oriented and welcoming a new member inside your home felt like the accomplishment of his life.

he makes sure the whole process goes smoothly, learns a lot of things to manage any situations with great skills and provides anything you might need. once your baby comes into your lives, he's getting more and more protective, taking care of the both of you like you're made of glass.

you don't move, you stay inside the safety of your nest, trying to recover from the shock your body went through. he's bringing your meals after preparing them according to a nutritionist's study about pregnant omegas and the preferred diet they should have after delivering. he's constantly asking how you're feeling, fearing your health might sink as it happens often. but you only seem to improve and you assure him you're doing just fine.

he doesn't forget to thank you. kakucho actually feels extremely grateful to you, who gave birth to his lovely pup and he keeps a watchful eye on the both of you. when the baby's not in your arms, he's in kakucho's, who tenderly rocks him in his arms, looking not one bit awkward, expertly consoling his little newborn.

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𐙚 ALPHA! SHINICHIRO

shinichiro is as emotional as ever, not taking the news lightly and crying from joy, crushing you into a very long hug before immediately apologising and putting a gentle hand over your still flat stomach.

he's pacing outside of the room when his omega finally gets into labor, both anxious and excited to meet his newborn. meeting his son for the first time felt surreal. he walked in, his eyes immediately finding his omega resting on the bed, looking exhausted but radiant. in your arms was the tiniest bundle, wrapped snugly in a pastel blanket. he walked slowly towards you, as if in a dream, and when you held out the baby to him, he hesitated for a moment before taking him into his arms. his voice was thick with emotion when he introduced himself to him, proudly saying that he was his dad.

when he carried you back home, he forced you to lay down on the couch, your baby safely curled up in your tired arms. he covered you in warm blankets, strongly scented by him to reassure the both of you while he focused on unpacking your stuff. you melted inside the familiarity of your home, a smile of content stretching your lips while you watched your alpha come and go, stopping every five minutes what he was doing to kiss you and the baby he so dearly adored.

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𐙚 ALPHA! SOUTH

the second he learns you're pregnant, you're not leaving his side anymore. you're spending those 9 months glued at the hip with each other, south carrying you everywhere despite you being fully capable of walking on your own just fine. he's simply scared you'll slip and hurt the both of you, which is why he takes his job as your alpha very seriously.

he's taking you to the hospital 2 days prior, smelling it in your scent that your delivery date isn't far. you don't have to think about anything, south might not be inside your mind but he knows exactly what you need, how you feel... and if he has any doubts, he'll firmly ask you to to voice your thoughts.

he doesn't take anything for granted, ever, even after you finally give birth, he constantly reminds you that you're the most precious thing he has in his life. he makes sure to get rid of any of his suspicious relatives or acquaintances, wanting for his child to grow up in an environment free from any threats.

now, his gentle nature extends to your child. the both of you are the only one who benefit from his sweet side, which creates a robust and loving family, you and south's strengths blending together to form a nice dynamic.

[yanderederee]

Perfect

ctw: Yandere themes ~ explicit nsfw midway

part1 … part2 … part3 … now~ … part5

“I’m just worried about you!”

“You shouldn’t get so close, yaknow…”

“He’s going to hurt you one of these days!”

Mikey really couldn’t stand your friends sometimes.

They thought they knew the whole picture. Some goody two shoes who fell head first for the bad boy who never came to school.

It’s not like they bothered to acknowledge how you two genuinely got to know one another, how you helped get him back on track with school, how you looked at him like he held the world in his hands, or how deeply he cared— really cared for you.

All they wanted to acknowledge was how you never had any free time anymore. ‘He’s so clingy’ this, and ‘can’t we talk alone?’ That.

Sure, maybe Mikey hated when you looked at someone other than him for longer than ten seconds. But that didn’t make him a bad boyfriend!

“What’cha guys talking about?~” Mikey smiled innocently when he came up behind you. The girls surrounding you gasped, and backed away immediately.

Mikey was so friendly, how could they reject him so harshly? Maybe it was the death glare he burned into their skin, or the threats he made to them days prior for trying to fuel your head with all this nonsense to begin with.

“Morning, Manjiro~” you smiled back, placing your hand softly on the arm he slung over you protectively.

You never cared how other people saw you, even if you were dating the most notorious delinquent in Shinjuku and Shibuya alike.

And that same indifferent nature was just another reason you had him wrapped around your finger.

One of your friends clicked her tongue, and glared at you. “Whatever, don’t come crying to us about it later.”

You were a tough cookie. It took a lot to get under your skin. Yet somehow, that did.

Little by little, anyone who you used to interact with would suddenly give you the cold shoulder. No more friendly smiles or casual waves. If you even were acknowledged, it was with strained levels of respect, addressing you only by your family name, or curt bows.

No doubt from Mikey’s influence.

Still, if no one else, you had your Manjiro. His undeniable presence of security and words of comfort… he had only ever meant to give you the world, and in secret, punish anyone who would dare separate you.

“They don’t know nothing,” Mikey waved off your friends before hugging you close. You didn’t bother to point out his grammatical mistake. “You know I’d never make you cry, right?” He asked with his watery puppy eyes.

Smile so pure, you ruffled the mess of hair on Mikey’s head. “Course not.” You agreed.

He loved when you agreed with him. Validated his delusions.

“I can’t wait for our next study session~” Mikey sighed in contentment, a soft blush hanging over his features. Your face too caught heat at the taboo mention, in school no less. “T-that was..” you tried coming up with the words that could properly display your thoughts on yesterday, but Mikey loved finishing your sentences for you. “Heavenly. I don’t think I’ve ever felt closer to heaven in my life, than I had then…”

Mikey nuzzled the bridge of his nose into the crook of your exposed neck, regretful he hadn’t left any long lasting love bites behind, like he intended. He was too enthralled in other sensations, but tonight, he’d make sure not to be so negligent.

“You’re so cute,” you giggled at his words of sentiment. “But don’t get spoiled now.”

Mikey narrowed his eyebrows in a pout. “Not fair~” he whined into your shoulder, unfazed by the looks of shock or ridicule classmates around you were giving at the public display of… affection.

Turning your head, you kissed your Manjiro’s scalp lovingly. “Fine fine~ just be patient. After school, okay?” You affirmed in a soft spoken tone.

Mikey smirked.

He loved how easily you gave in to him.

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“M-ma—! Manjiro..!” You yelled desperately, feeling your legs tense so harshly, you began to shake uncontrollably. “Pl-please, I-I’m—!”

But your voice only fueled the desire that flooded Mikey’s senses.

The feeling of your soft thighs against his hands. Your smell. The way playing with you made you scream. It was surreal, like nothing he had ever experienced. The adrenaline of doing these things for the first time only amped his speed further.

Ever since you showed Mikey how to pull back your clitoral hood and exposed your most sensitive parts, he’s been infatuated.

Exploring his tongue over the bundle of nerves, he tried everything, til his hearts content. Shallow licks, slow at first, until he crescendo’d the movement into a quick zig zag motion. The first orgasm he got out of you was evident and loud.

He was so glad he moved his room to the shed, lest his grandfather kill him for his inappropriate actions.

Yet still, even when you twirled his locks into your gentle fists to pull him up, he hurried himself deeper into you. This was heaven, like he said before. How could you take what away from him?

With a more broad sweep of his tongue, he made sure to slowly taste all the wetness you’d produced from your first orgasm. So sweet.

Just as slow as he started, adding pressure from the tip of his tongue, he started from your exposed clit, down til he felt the inward dip of your fluttering hole.

Your moan was soft and low, the movement perfectly easing you down from sensations just seconds ago. But he wanted to keep going, see what sounds you would make by sucking on you.

A drawn out whine escaped your throat when he’d done this. “I-I’m sensitive..! You can’t-“ you tried reasoning with him, but his lazy hooded gaze spoke for itself: he was having the time of his life.

With another hard suck, you whined loud, and threw your head back. “Ahh!—“

God, your cries alone could render him into a horny mess. More, he decided. He wanted to hear more of those sounds. Putting in the extra work, the grip he had on your legs slid up til your hips were under his strength. Pulling your hips upward, he pressed his tongue unbearably closer.

You always gave him just what he wanted. Louder; his name escapes your lips like a mantra. Mikey couldn’t get enough. Just as the muscle of his tongue and your squirming hips met a comfortable rhythm, it was only a matter of minutes before you felt that familiar tension building inside you again.

“M-Mikey! Gonna’..” you made weak attempts at warning him of your oncoming release, but the release overtook your senses before you could do so. A moan more pornographic and sincere soon blessed Manjiro’s eager ears.

You were heaven. It was obvious now, all his blessings in this world was squirming right under him. Your essence. Your angelic cries. The way your thighs cradled him impossibly closer— the way your toes curled and shaking body rattled the frame of his bed.

You were his euphoria.

It was a shame your head was thrown back. He tried getting a good look at your face when you cried so sweetly, but couldn’t.

Enjoying the last few involuntary thrusts your body released, Mikey finally release your core with a loud sounding pop.

His lips were red from friction, but he’d never been happier. Attentions all about you, he slowly rose to his knees on the bed, trying to see your face. His hands stayed glued to your hips as his fingertips traced the curves of your body.

“Manjiro…” you breathed out quietly, turning to reveal your glazed over eyes. Mikey smiled wide, feeling his heart skip a beat at the sight of you.

“You’re so perfect.”

You would never be able to leave Manjiro. For years to come, you would faithfully remain his. Lest the taste of death come between you.

[r0llerblad3]

hwy sooo how do you think the tmnt 2003 boys would deal with a s/o with a sensitive neck. Like s/o has kept it secret this entire time even during their cuddle sessions, but the boys find out from nuzzling their face affectionately into s/o neck and s/o has a gigglie fit and rolls and falls out of bed reflexively trying to get away? (If mikey blows a raspberry he will get punched).

SOOO SOO SOO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER TO POST- I HAVE BEEN BUSY IN MY PERSONAL LIFE LATELY! So I hope I did fuck up any of my spelling on here 💀

2003 TMNT BOYS REACTION TO A S/O WITH!SENSITIVE NECK

(GENDER NEUTRAL READER! NOT PROOF READ!!)

Warnings:Suggestive? I don’t really think so but just in case 😭

Gonna age up to turts just to be safe so they are in their 20’s!

Raphael🐢❤️

I feel like he would find out after a stressful fight, like near death type stuff with shredder and the foot clan. You’d be laying down with him on your chest as he played with your hair and nuzzled your face. (Ignore the fact he’s probably 10x your weight- hope your ribs r strong)

While he’s messing with your hair he moved his head down to your neck. He didn’t mean to surprise you, I mean the sound you made when his breath glazed your neck surprised him as well!

Raph would just stare at you for a good minute or two, taking in his new found discovery before he shoved his face into your neck, kissing it and maybe taking a bite..? You kicked your legs, trying to get out from underneath him. FINALLY after a few mins you managed to get out from him, only to fall face first onto the floor of his bedroom.

Don’t worry…he apologized and fixed up your face, just to go back to tickling and messing with your neck

Leonardo 🐢💙

Again, probably after a life or death situation. Unlike Raph, leo would have you sitting on his lap in his room. His arms around your waist as you comfort him. He’d have his snout on top of your head, talking sweet nothing about how much he loved you and how he was so happy to be with you.

Suddenly he’d move his head to your neck, his hot breath on your neck made you jump and wiggle on his lap. He moved his head away from you for a quick second before shoving it back.

You yelled at him as you tried to break free “ Leo! Stop!” you laughed. Finally broke loose, falling off his bed and onto the ground. He burst out laughing.

Donatello🐢💜

You would have active cuddle times in his lab when he’s not busy or out saving the city. He’d have a little corner set up (that was really just for him to sleep) that was all for cuddles when you where over. He was working on a new project, sometimes that could help the team tremendously. Yet, the stress got to him. he had spent nights staying up working on it, hardly eating. This of course worried his brothers and so they decided to call up you.

Here you are, holding your big, mutant, purple loving boyfriend as he slept so calmly in your arms. You where the big spoon, holding him close with his arms around your waist. You had gotten a notification from your phone, wanting to grab it but not wanting to wake up Donatello. You tried to carefully reach for you phone, grabbing it but also waking him up. He had moved his head to your neck and sighed.

You couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle as it happened. You never told him you where ticklish there until now. He smiled lazily as he started to kiss your neck, sleep still getting the best of him. You had begged him to stop in between laughs yet he ignored you. You managed to pull his arms off you, and puts away from him only to fall off the small bed and onto your butt on the ground p, earning a laugh from him and a glare from you.

Michelangelo🐢🧡

Mikey, your bundle of join as you may put it. He loved to cuddle with you and not far into your relationship he had found out about your neck. You had originally been sleeping next to him, exhausted after a day at work when Mikey had a idea. How cute would it be to see your reaction when his kissed your neck? You had kissed many times of course, but only on the cheek, head, or lips. He always loved your reactions when he did that so why not try a new place?

He gave you a soft kiss on the head, causing you to open your eyes before his lips traced to you neck. He kissed your neck and earned a flinch from you. He decided to do it again. You laughed this time and with that he had a new idea, Tickle fight. You had fought against him, trying to get away as he attacked your neck causing you to erupt with laughter. He has blown raspberries in your neck and with all your strength you managed to get away from him…but you did bust up your nose falling face first off his bed.

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HOLLY- if I’m being honest this took me WILLPOWER to finish this! I just couldn’t think of any good scenarios for weeks! But it’s done! Also Leo and Raph may look kinda weird next to Donnie and Mikey because I wrote the them like two month apart and my writing has definitely gotten better!

Request board/Intro here!

[tizeline]

Hello ooohs! I just wanted to say that I adore your AU and just can't get enough of the change in dynamics for Rise!!

Your designs are incredible (( especially Leo's!! He is so adorable <3 )) and I get so excited each time you post!

So I have a question I want to ask: I have a huge soft spot a mile wide for Leo/Splinter family bond dynamic. I just turn to mush every time their familial bond is portrayed in comics/fanart/ and fanfiction.

Anyway! My question is: do Leo and Splinter develop a close relationship with each other later in the AU after meeting for the first time? I mean it has been shown how much of a fan boy Leo is for Splinter XD. Can your provide more insight into it and what Splinter thinks of the other three kids?

I also wanted to bring up a small error in The Cell part 3 that I noticed

For Donnie: "that's " was it supposed to be "that" ?

If not then I'm sorry for nitpicking your work. I just figured I'd help but my apologies <3 I still want to stress that I adore this AU so much and in extension; platonically adore you!! Keep being the best that you can be and take care!

Love,

🌹

Thank you!

And skfskbdwlskdisj yessss I love Splinter's and Leo's dynamic you're so real for that. And yeah, out of the of the Drax Bros, Leo is the one who ends up growing the closest to Splinter, both because he's been a secret Lou Jitsu fanboy for years at this point, but also because Leo was the first to change his mind on the evil world domination plan. Leo freed Donnie from imprisonment and tried to help him stop The Foot and The Shredder in the season 1 finale, and I imagine Splinter would be quite appreciative of that.

Not to mention, after Leo technically betrayed his family (even if it was for good reasons) Leo's and Draxum's relationship is a bit tense to say the least. And we see in the show that Leo has a tendency to seek out extra father figures, so in the AU Leo would be quite enthusiastic to recieve any positive attention from Splinter.

Splinter I imagine would feel rather guilty about not being able to rescue any of the turtles aside from Donnie when he fled Draxum's lair. He'd wanted to prevent Draxum from raising them as soldiers, so in failing to do that Splinter would continue to worry about how they were doing even years after the incident. After encountering the Drax Trio again years later, he'd be relieved that they don't seem to be TOO traumatized or anything, but they ARE still child soldiers, so that's a yikes.

That being said, while Splinter would've liked to find a way to get the other turtles away from Draxum, his priorities very much lie with Donnie. Considering how powerful Draxum is, and how Big Mama would also be looking for him, Splinter couldn't risk going back to the Hidden City to try to get Donnie's brothers without risking both his own and Donnie's safety. So he decided to cut his losses and play it safe by laying low in NYC and putting as much effort as he could into only protecting Donnie. This stays the same even after Donnie runs into his brothers as a teen, Splinter feels no ill will towards the other three turtles, but they WERE raised by Draxum so he does not trust them. Leo gains his trust after helping Donnie in the season 1 finale, but it takes some more time for him to start fully trusting Raph and Mikey because he wants to be sure that they're not gonna switch back to being evil or something and try to kidnap Donnie again.

Splinter's relationship with Draxum is the same as in the show, Splinter hates Draxum, Draxum hates Splinter, and there is NO underlying homoerotic tension between the two of them WHATSOEVER!

... Anyway, with that concluded, that IS a typo goddamit. I do appreciate people pointing out spelling and grammar mistakes in the comics I make, so thanks for that. But also it's a small enough mistake that I'm probably just gonna leave it be, I'm to lazy to fix it XD

[frankinstainz-baby]

Mating season_donnie

The setting was the start of a hard time for the turtles, mating season. Mikey was playing video games to distract himself, but his horny urges were still high. Donnie was cooped up in his lab working on some new gadgets to help sooth his nerves, still not helping him. Leo was meditating to help but it only worked for a while. Raph was going hard at his weights and punching bagSuddenly, they all turn their heads as they hear my footsteps echoing off the sewers cold hard walls. "Hey my favorite boys!" I say joyfully, clearly not understanding what I just got myself intoThey see my tight white tank top that just barely shows my cleavage, my mini skirt fitting tightly on me, my rear slightly peaking out at the bottom. "O-oh um hey angel cakes" mikey says in a shaky tone as his eyes travel down my body, his boner getting more turned on. "what are you doing here (y/n)?" Leo says while gently biting his lip, donnie and raph coming out as they hear the new voice. They freeze in place as they see it's me, "oh just checking on you guys, i haven't been here for a while." I say while looking up at Leo with an innocent smile"Well being here right laced now is not the best time..." raph says as his voice is gruff and with lust. "Why not big red?" walk over to where Raph and Donnie are at with a confused expression. "Donnie would you like to explain? Leo says as he creeps up behind me, looking down at me as he bites his lip.

Smirking, "It's...mating season (y/n)" Donnie says as he blushes and adjusts his pants to help with the tightness. I look up at him confused, not quite understanding what he means"Yeah angel cakes, the time where we're all ready for-" "That's enough mikey." Raph cuts mikey off mid sentence, looking at him with an intimidating gaze. Mikey looks slightly scared and goes back to looking at me with a teasing face. "Fine Raph, see you later angel cakes-" mikey winks and walks back to his room, slowly moving out of my visionI blush, raph then grumbles something under his breath and walks away to his gym. Leo takes a glance at me, and takes a deep breath and walks back to his room. Donnie takes my hand, i look confused as he pulls me towards his lab. He sits me up on his table and stands in front of me, towering over me with his tall height compared to my smaller height. "Donnie-" i get cut off when he crashes his lips into mine, using one of his hands to hold my head in place. I blush intensely and kiss back, his hand rubs my thighWe start breathing heavilyHe pulls away to catch his breath. "I-im sorry (y/n), I just couldn't control myself, you just looked so pretty and that scent omg-" he says while blushing heavily. I lean forward and whisper to him, "please.....give me more…” I say in a pleading way while blushing, i've had a crush on donnie for awhile now and i finally can let that secret free. He looks shocked, his face forming into a smirk, and lust filled gaze, as you wish, baby-". He goes back to kissing me, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I noan at the feeling, and dance my tongue with his. He pushes me back, and his kiss starts to get more aggressive. He sits in his chair, pulling me down to make me straddle his lap. I grind at his bulge, rubbing our crotches together. He groans and grunts while i let out soft whimpers and moans. He makes me straddle his thigh while he unbuckle his belt and pulls his pants down with his boxers. His cock springing out, I blush and gulp at the sight, it's almost the size of my forearm. "T-thats not gonna fit-, he chuckles, "sweetheart, 1'11 make it fit. Stretch you out real good.. I blush, he reaches his hands under my thighs, and practically rips my panties and skirt off. I gasp, he rips off my shirt along with my bra. He groans as he sees ne in my nude state, "wow, didn't think you would look this good-" he blushes, hovers me over his cock, lining up his cock head that's leaking with precum to my wet cunt. He slowly pushes in, parting my lips with his fat cock. I whimper and bite my lip at the new feeling, "o-oh donnie..-". I breathe harder as he groans while pushing in. "ah fuck such a pretty, tight cunt... He slowly begins to jerk his hips, pushing his way in. I whimper and moan at the feeling. He lets out grunts and groans as he pushes himself all the way in. "ah baby..-". He starts thrusting at a faster and harder pace. His breathing grows harder, he grips onto my thighs and spreads them more to go deeper. "Ah!- oh god!- Donnie!-". I moan louder at the changes, I've never felt this good ever in my life. I grip onto his shoulders and bite his neck to muffle my moans. "Mn- (y/n)-" he reaches a hand down, and uses one of his thick digits to tease my clit. I noan louder and squirm around hin. "Oh babydoll-. He moans out and goes faster, feeling close to his release. "Donnie, I'm so close..-". I bite harder and clench around him, He nods his head, "Me too..-". He thrust deeper, I come on his cock, he moans and pulls out and comes on my chest. "Oh my god that was incredible. I whimper softly, he sits ne on his desk. "Yeah, that felt so amazing... He pulls up his pants and picks up my clothes, he slides my underwear on and brings me a towel to clean aff his spunk. "Oh i'm sorry for being so rough with you, i just got a little too excited.". He looks worried that he hurt ne. "It's ok baby. I really enjoyed it.". I say as I clean off my chest and put my shirt on. "Ok good.." he smirks and looks at ne, another round?-..

[bebe-writes-stuff]

Hidden Hearts Reunited

A Mikey x reader oneshot (part 1)

-- You were Manjiro's first and closest friend, before Baji, Sanzu, or Draken. You were there. Your mothers were friends, meaning you were destined to be friends either way. You spent every second together since birth, a result of both mothers planning the deliveries on the same day. They realized a distinct difference between you and Manjiro, like night and day; you and Manjiro are polar opposites. Unlike Manjiro, who was always crying and screaming, you were quiet with a cute smile on your little round face. Manjiro would constantly cling onto you, as toddlers, crying louder if you were ever separated. Both mothers gushed at his actions. He would share his toys only with you and sleep peacefully next to you. It was an unbreakable bond between the both of you, from birth --

You walked hand in hand as you made your way to the hospital to visit Manjiro's mothers, who had fallen ill.

"You know, we don't have to keep holding hands, we aren't toddlers anymore." You spoke with a hushed and gentle voice, barely audible only for Manjiro to hear, as you both crossed the street.

"No friggin' way, how else is everyone supposed to know you're mine." He scoffed as if you said something so ridiculous.

"...Manjiro, I'm not a thing to be claimed." You delivered with a straight face.

"I didn't say that, I mean you're my girl. No one else is supposed to hold your hand except for me." The little boy pouted, explaining in a confident, matter-of-fact tone.

"Well, if that means that you're mine also, I don't mind." Your soft voice brought him comfort, as you tightened your little hands grip on his. Manjiro's cheeks flushed with a warm, rosy hue as your words, expressed in a soft and reassuring voice, reached his ears.

"We're here! C'mon, I can't wait to see her!" Manjiro pulled you behind him as he made a beeline to his mothers hospital room.

"Manjiro, we're in a hospital, keep it down!" You whisper shouted at him.

You sat next to Manjiro as he rambled to his mother about how he beat up a couple of new guys, he always counted the days from week to week to tell her about his stories. On the other you examine his mother, somehow, she seemed different, a lot weaker and sickly. Her hands were cold as she brushed them against your cheek,

"How about you, my little angel?" She asked,

"I'm good, but... I miss you. When are you coming back home?" Your tone is gentle, pleasing to the ears, as you leaned further into her touch despite the coldness of her hand.

Without uttering a word in response, she bent down, gently pressing a kiss on your forehead. Then, with a tender gesture, she drew both you and Manjiro into her embrace, casting a meaningful gaze at both of you.

"Promise me something, you two, please never leave each other's side. Manjiro, you're strong, so protect Y/n. And Y/n you're kind and tender, please soften his heart."

"Huh? Mom, what's that supposed to mean?" He whined and pouted, as you giggled at his facial expression.

That was beginning of it all—the pact that bound both you and Manjiro, the curse intertwining your lives.

As memories lingered from that day at the hospital with Manjiro's mother, the promise made to her weighed heavily on your heart as you made your way to the Sano home without anyone's knowledge, especially Mikey, you went to Manjiro's older brother, Shinichiro and grandpa, to break the news, the upcoming move due to family issues. Despite your attempt to stay quiet and secretive, Manjiro overheard, and the news shattered him. What was he supposed to do now with his mothers promise? And you, you couldn't leave. You were with him from day one, literally. The thought made his throat tighten, but what could he do?

Years passed, and life took unexpected turns, finding yourself back in Japan due to the loss of your parents and your sole remaining relative, your aunt, residing in Japan. Involuntarily, the memories of your past resurfaced, a certain ache in your heart also resurfaced. You couldn't shake the question of whether you could find him ever again in the bustling streets of Shibuya. The thought of your first and only friend lingered in your mind, who you never forgot, wondering if fate would bring you together once more, this time, forever.

"What the hell am I thinking, he probably hates me now."

"Y/n!" You heard your aunt call out, as she approached you with open arms. 

Your turned to your caller only for the air to be knocked from your lung with he unexpectedly strong hug, as she continued,

"Oh look at you, all grown up and beautiful!" She exclaimed dreamily.

You smiled, accepting her inviting hug, missing the feeling of being embraced by someone loving, especially after your recent loss.

"C'mon, I made plenty of food at home!" She urged as she grabbed your bags, one in each hand.

"W-wait, let me help, those are kinda heavy-" You reached out to grab one of your bags, but she lightly smacked your hand away.

"What do I look like to you, an old hag?" She picked up both bags with ease.

Woah...she's strong..

You soon realized why she's so strong when you reached her house,

"You live here!" You said, a little shocked by the fancy look home.

"Yep, my earnings from years of hard work." She said walking through the front gate and further inside.

You looked around like a child in a candy store, admiring everything around you. The garden, the nicely mowed grass and bushes. Once you stepped inside, your jaw gapped a little. After a tour of the house, she took you to a room, where the only thing in it was a hatch,

"You're not gonna kill me, are you?"

"Are you crazy, why would I kill my only niece? You're like the child that I never had." She said flicking your forehead, she smirked before she continued,

"It's a surprise, just climb down." She said as she opened it,

Climbing down, you were surprised to be met with a built-in Gym underground.

Oh, makes sense why she's so toned now

"Prepare yourself because I'm not raising no scrawny girl, I'm gonna make you tough, kiddo."

"hUh?" You're voice cracked,

After showing you your room and helping you put your stuff away, you finally sat down and had dinner with your aunt. She was going on about her life and you were invested, truly.

"So tell me, kiddo, how's life been for you?"

"Hmm, I manage." You answered, shrugging a little.

She gave you an unpleasant look before booing, "Boo, tomato, c'mon I know you got more than that."

"Well, what do you want to know about me, auntie?" You asked, laughing a little between your words.

She smiled as she thought,

There it is, she smiled...are you happy sister? I made her smile for you

"What are you looking forward to, here in Tokyo, I could take you anywhere you want."

It took you a second to think before you said, "I wanna go to a specific restaurant actually."

Your aunt looked visibly hurt, "D-do you not like my cooking?"’

The tears in the corners of her eyes made you choke before you frantically shook your head, 

"N-no not at all, I promise! It's just...it was my favorite restaurant when I was kid, I always went with...my friend."

"Okay! First thing tomorrow, I'll take you there then." She said, giving you a warm smile,

Well, she changed pretty quick..

"...seriously, this is your go-to place?" She regarded you with an intrigued expression, raising doubts about your choice in restaurants.

“And here I thought you were gonna take us to some gourmet restaurant.” she added as you entered.

A sudden wave of bittersweet nostalgia washed over you, fueled by cherished memories associated with the restaurant. 

"Oh, there are people here?" Your aunt expressed surprise.

That shouldn’t be a surprise…

Feeling a bit disheartened by her continual disapproval of the place, you sighed as you made your way to an empty booth. As your eyes scanned the area, they landed on a somewhat shorter boy, with you appearing a little taller than him. His long blonde hair was tied at the top, while the strands on the sides flowed freely. Accompanying him was a more intimidating figure, a boy with a tattoo on the side of his shaved head. They exude an air of trouble, and you realized you had been staring for too long when your eyes met with his pitch-black, piercing gaze. The eye contact lingered long enough for your aunt to shake your shoulder, snapping you out of it, and for his friend to call his name, breaking the sudden connection.

“Mikey..”

As you proceeded to your assigned booth, you couldn't resist one last glance backward, catching his intense gaze. A flicker of recognition sparked deep within your heart. Despite sensing a profound connection, you carried on your chosen path, unaware of the unspoken longing, as the passage of years had erased the memories that once tethered you together. While enjoying your kids' meal, you intermittently picked at your food, occasionally looking up to meet that same compelling gaze. It felt as if your existence was being drawn in, your heart pounding almost painfully in your chest.

Why..Why the hell is he just so…

“Damnit Mikey, what the hell is wrong with you?” His friend asked, annoyed by his sudden absence. 

He turned towards that, which seemed to distract mikey, and there you were. Feeling a bit intimidated, you quickly averted your gaze, avoiding his friend's scrutiny.

"Are you planning to order something?" you inquired, using the question as a means to divert your attention.

"No way," she exclaimed, eyeing your food suspiciously. "Let's leave. I'll take you to a proper restaurant," she asserted with confidence.

"Sure, let's go," you responded promptly, rising from your seat.

Your aunt expressed surprise, "Wait, really? I didn't expect you to agree so quickly. Alright then!"

As you both left, she remarked, "Y/n, don't forget to remind me to take you to a clothing store later."

"Y/n... Y/n... Y/N!" He murmured softly. Before he could comprehend, his legs carried him forward, propelled by an instinctive force.

NO WAY, NO FUCKING WAY 

"Y/N!" He called out, breathless from his sprint to catch up.

Halted by the unexpected call, you abruptly turned around. On the opposite side of the street, he came into view.

It can’t be…

Time stood still as if the universe held its breath. After years apart, your name lingered in his memory, indelible and unforgettable. In that suspended moment, all else faded away.

“Manjiro...?” you whispered. He didn't need to hear your voice; just from reading your lips, he knew you called out to him..

-- Yeah, Ima definitely writing a part 2, This was wayyy too long, hope you guys enjoyed --

[buggybambi]

promise me? | carmen berzatto

rating: | cw: mentions of mikey’s death/funeral, a few timeskips, afab/fem!reader, angst/fluff content, unfinished ending i guess (i’m so down to write a part two if yall ask for it tbh)

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request: “a more angsty idea would be that reader was dating Michael and no one knew she was pregnant when he died… so in order to avoid making their family sad/starting conflict, carmy agrees to pretend that they’re dating and it’s his kid? “

Since the funeral four months ago, your world had felt.. emptier.

Michael Berzatto was your everything. He was the boy in high school who threw rocks at your window, who climbed inside to make out with you on your bed until he fell asleep holding you close, only sneaking out to avoid your parents learning about his visits.

He was the guy who would make a big deal out of every small accomplishment. He was the person who you planned on spending the rest of your life with.

That was until everything happened. One phone call from the Chicago Police Department, and your entire view of the future had been shifted. There was one less person in it.

You didn’t talk to his family much anymore. His younger brother, Carmen, was the only person you really kept in touch with. You called Sugar every so often, and you’d send Donna a check-in text every week or so.

You knew Carmy was in New York, and he hadn’t come to the funeral. You weren’t expecting to see him again until he showed up on your doorstep.

The one thing he wasn’t expecting? You to open the door, tears in your eyes and a pregnancy test in your clenched hand.

“Hey, are you okay?” is the first thing Carmen says. He wraps his arms around you, trying to soothe you in anyway he can. A slight head shake from you and you taking a step back, holding the test out for him to see.

“I’m pregnant. The one person I should be able to tell.. isn’t fucking here.” Your soft voice breaks his heart. It’s the rush of realization that comes first.

The fact that, you’re pregnant with Mikey’s baby.

And Mikey is dead.

“Y/N, we can.. we’ll figure this out.” He promises in a whisper, and you shake your head, more tears streaming. “How?! How am I supposed to do this by myself?” You ask, and you fall into Carmen’s arms, crying on his shoulder. He could care less about the tear stains on his white tee.

If Mikey were here, if there was a way to talk to his dead brother right now, he know what he’d say: “take care of her. Take care of my baby for me.”

“You aren’t alone. You have me.” He swears.

It’s what his brother would want.

“Promise me?” You request quietly. And he nods, rubbing your back in soothing circles.

“I promise.” He repeats.

──

You knew bringing up the pregnancy to Mikey’s family would be.. rough. Sugar and Donna would be upset, with Donna resenting every choice you make.

It would be chaos. So, you kept it a secret, which was harder than it seemed.

You and Carmen had it planned out. To start “dating” two months later, and lie about the timeline of your pregnancy. No one had to know other than you two.

You and Carmen announced your pregnancy to the Berzatto clan three months later, seven months after Mikey died. All of it felt rushed and you found yourself having to force yourself to slow down.

Thankfully, though, Carmen was by your side through it all. Moving in with you and helping set up the nursery, which you made sure to send photos of to Natalie and Donna.

You were there for him when he took over the Beef. It was a while before you found the strength to go back there again, reminiscing on the times you spent in there with Mikey. Him flirting with you as you volunteered your time behind the counter.

Once you had, you found yourself in the same spot you were nearly a year ago. Laughing with Tina and Marcus, threatning jerks with Richie. Even making friends with the new chef, Sydney.

Carmen thought it was good for you. He found himself smiling in the back office as he heard your familiar, light laughter and calming voice.

“You were deeply missed!” Marcus says as he hugs you while you laugh. “So, how’s pregnancy going?” Tina asks as you sigh. “It is a bitch sometimes. But this little one will be worth it.”

“Can I just say.. thank you for bringing a smile to my brother’s face. Seriously. He hasn’t been this happy in a while.” Natalie says as you nod. “It isn’t just me. You guys play a huge part in that.”

“Yeah kid but none of us are having his baby.” Marcus points out. “I should hope not.” You reply, and that’s when the kitchen fills with laughter.

It felt like you were at home again. Carmen wasn’t the only one smiling again.

──

You stood in the nursery, your bump larger. It felt surreal to believe how far you’d come.

You were in your third trimester, 38 weeks pregnant. The nursery looked gorgeous, with a shelf close to the door holding photos from the maternity photoshoot you and Carmen did as well as sonograms pictures.

You wanted to memorialize Mikey in the room as well. A frame sits on the shelf near the sonogram, containing a photo of Natalie, Carmen and Mikey as kids.

You run a hand over Mikey’s spot in the photo, shaking your head and setting it on the shelf. “I remember the day that photo was taken. Mike hated that shirt. That was the only good photo that our mom decided to keep.” Natalie says, entering the room with a glass of water for you.

You accept it, only to nearly drop the glass when a tightening in your stomach forms. It’s at that moment you realize - your water broke, you’re having contractions and.. you’re in labor.

It’s a frenzy from there. Everything feels like it’s moving in slow motion. You waddling-running out to the car, Natalie following behind with the bags while you begin calling Carmen’s phone repeatedly. Time feels like it’s slowed.

It isn’t until you’re at Chicago Medical and being wheeled down the hallway to your labor and delivery room that you realize two things:

1. You’re actually having this baby.

2. Mikey won’t be here to see it.

Some part of you, the part that hasn’t been hitten by the grief yet and the same part that won’t accept he’s gone, is now being hit with the grief. The realization he won’t just come into the room and come back into the room or your life again. It doesn’t rush over you, it drowns you instead.

Maybe it was just the pregnancy excitement and rush. Things hadn’t felt real since the funeral and now? Now they were forcing themselves to be accepted. Forcing you to realize that this is occuring.

It isn’t until you’re alone in the room that you allow the tears to break free. Your vision feels blurred as your heart aches for a man whose gone. One who isn’t here anymore and you can’t change that.

The sight that Carmy finds in the hospital room hurts his heart. It’s quiet, the beeping of monitors that are keeping an eye on your vitals, the baby’s vitals, contractions is the only noise filling the room. You’re seated upright, your eyes exhausted.

“Hi. How are you?” He asks softly as he walks over. He hesitantely puts a hand on your face to brush some of the hair away, and you allow it. You sigh, your face relaxing when he cradles your face like you’re the most precious thing.

“It hit me.” You say softly. “I let myself grieve for a week before his funeral, and then at least three afterward. And then I found out I was pregnant and I bottled it up because I couldn’t do it anymore. And now it hit me again. That I’m having his baby and he’s not going to get to meet him, or her.” Your fists clench at the anger of it.

There are five known stages of grief. Denial, anger, barganing, depression and acceptance. You were on the second stage: anger.

There’s nothing Carmen can say. No words to make it all better, he knows that from his own experience and people trying with him. So, instead, he stays quiet and he lets you get it out.

You exhale, laying back with his help as he props a pillow for you. “Thank you for being here.” You say softly as he takes your hand in his, entertwining your fingers. “I made a promise to be here with you through all of this.”

He intends to keep that promise.

──

‘Roan Michael Berzatto’. Eight pounds, six ounces. Born at 11:37 AM.

Most of the labor process felt like a blur. You remember crying, a lot, and Carmen holding your hand and letting you squeeze while you push, doctors and nurses overlapping each other as they speak to you. Sweat pooling on your forehead as a nurse wiped it away.

Roan looks like Mikey. He has his eyes, his nose, even the same small smile when he sleeps. It’s faint, but it’s there.

His entire hand wraps around Carmen’s pinky while he holds him. There’s a warm aura in the room, the sunlight filling the room perfectly.

You sit, watching them. Carmy walks over and sits beside you on the bed while he puts your son on his legs, as you look down at him. “He really does look like Mike.” You say softly, and Carmen laughs.

There’s a quiet in the air before he speaks again. “I love you.” He says softly. “I know maybe this isn’t the right time to tell you that, but I had to. We agreed to tell everyone this is our son and I want to keep that up, but I want more for us. I want you and I to.. be something more.”

You don’t say anything more, instead you lean over and press your lips against his, letting yourself embrace him. To take in what it feels like to kiss him, be this close to him.

Your world was suddenly full again.

[fishsticksloser]

Rottmnt fluff hc of Girlfriend reader who surprise her boyfriend (separately including the future turtles) by making her boyfriend stay at a high class, 5 stars+ hotel.

When the boys asks how she got it, she say " my parents own the hotel so they allowed us to stay here for free for a week ", reader did this to spoil her boyfriend.

Weekend Getaway

RotTMNT x gn!reader

Warnings: fluff, aged up, yo'kai!reader, mention of alcohol

A/N: nothing explicit, maybe some innuendo but nothing more. I didn't include the future turtles. I also just finished watching Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. III and... Ouchie...

Donnie

He overworks himself

So you decided to take him out on a getaway

He's suspicious because you go radio silent for a while

You only told Leo about it because the other two (especially Mikey) are bad at keeping secrets

When you guys got there

Donnie was shocked

Silk sheets, champagnes and wine, anything he could want

He was very confused as to how you afforded such a nice hotel in the Hidden City

When you told him that your parents owned it he nodded and mumbled a little

Then dove into the soft sheets

He really loves how they feel on his skin and shell

(And how pretty you look on them)

Leo

He stresses out a lot

So he take a few vacations with you every once in a while

He can teleport you anywhere in the world after all

Leo normally hand a rough plan of what was you guys were gonna do

But after a while of hardly seeing each other and a few stressful weeks

You decided to surprise him with a getaway

With the help of Raph, you kidnapped him

He woke up, confused and alert

But felt the soft sheets and saw you

He immediately relaxed

Leo enjoyed the spa, the alcohol, the pool

Everything

It was one of his favorite trips

It'll be one of his favorite memories forever

Mikey

You decided to take him away to get away from his brothers

We all know he desperately needs it

It was a fantastic get away

Mikey never felt more relaxed

He thanked your parents over and over

His favorite parts were probably the hotel room itself

The beautiful decor and bouncy mattress made it the perfect hideaway

In fact, you hardly left the room the whole week

Raph

Does this man need a break or what?

Well luckily, he has you

He was very stubborn, not wanting to leave his brothers

Worried about the mess they'll make while he's gone

But they promised to be on their best behavior (they weren't)

That first night, he hadn't slept that well in months maybe even years

Raph feels so refreshed and energized

Definitely goes hiking and other outdoor activities

He also really enjoyed the pool

He was a lot more active and alert

It made for an interesting week

[paradiseismine]

The First Time - Mike Wheeler x reader

Pairing: Mike Wheeler (Stranger Things) x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, soft smut, loss of virginity. also this is kinda long, but it needed to be, so I’m not sorry lol

Summary: Mike and reader are in love and have their first time together. (My girls who had awful first times, this one goes out to you!)

Love note from Nina: I haven’t seen any good first time fics for Mikey, which is ultimately a crime, so I wrote this one. I tried to make it softer and a bit more realistic, idk. Hope you like it! 💕

You and Mike had been dating for a few months now - ever since you moved to Hawkins. You had gotten close to Max and Eleven, at first, as you and the girls were in the same Gym class; but pretty soon, you won over the entire party. That’s something Mike loved about you: your easygoing personality, how easily you’d befriend basically everyone, how considerate and kind you always were.

He loved you, it was obvious. What was a bit less obvious, on the other hand, was how much he desired you, how much he craved your body on his, to feel your soft skin in his hands, to hear the faint moans you’d sometimes let out when he kissed the right spot on your neck.

All of this lead to this Saturday: you and Mike were alone at his place, up in his room, with the door locked and the lights slightly dimmed. He sat down on the bed and you climbed onto his lap, one leg to each side of his waist, eager for a good make out session - maybe even more than that.

The way Mike groped your breasts over your shirt was making you impossibly wet, and the way you straddled and ground on his lap was making him impossibly hard. The kisses were heated, sloppy, hands grabbing and groping into anything they could. It seemed pretty eminent that you two would end up, you know… Doing it.

- I’ve never - Mike started, panting. You could tell he was a bit embarrassed as he tried to look into your eyes, but quickly looked down. - You know, I’ve never done this with anyone… Before.

You smiled sweetly, lowering your head, also a bit embarrassed.

- Can I tell you a secret? - you went for his ear to whisper as he nodded. - Me neither. It’s my first time as well.

- Really? - Mike’s eyes widened in confusion. You were so goddamn pretty, you were a cheerleader, for heaven’s sake. How come you were still a virgin at 18?

- I just… I was kind of saving myself - you chuckled as you toyed with the collar of his Hellfire T-shirt. - For someone special, you know?

- A-and am I special enough? I mean, for you? - he asked, insecure.

- Mike - you put your hand gently on his cheek, capturing his gaze. - You’re the love of my life. Baby, you’re the one.

You could tell Mike had gotten a bit teary eyed as he leaned in to kiss you. It was a slow, delicate kiss, full of love and tenderness. You loved him so much, you had never fallen for anyone like you fell for that sweet nerdy boy.

You gently wiped a tear off his cheek, as you held his face gently to yours, deepening the kiss. His heart was beating like a drum as he reached for the hem of your T-shirt, feeling the soft skin of your waist underneath.

- Can-can I take this off, love? - he asked, nearly whispering.

You nodded, your eyes fluttering closed to feel his touch. Mike’s hands were always impossibly warm, so inviting. He roamed them agonizingly slowly up your sides, until you raised your arms to help him get the T-shirt up and off your body.

As the fabric finally fell on the floor, you could see that his eyes were low, enchanted by the sight of your chest, the sharp curve of your waist, your dainty collar bones, all of you. His red swollen lips, slightly parted, seemed to move nearly imperceptibly as his fingers touched your skin. It was like he couldn’t even believe you were real.

You put your hands on his hips slowly, also going for the hem of his T-shirt, lifting it up as your fingers felt his hot skin underneath. Once you both had exposed your upper bodies, you couldn’t resist to pull him closer and touch your chest to his.

Mike pulled air in between his teeth discreetly, getting shivers down his spine as you lightly grazed your nails against his back, embracing him.

His breathing was faintly audible as he embraced your waist, nuzzling your hair to inhale your sweet scent. You moaned softly as his lips nipped on your neck, eyes rolling in pleasure.

His hands roamed up and reached the clasp on your bra, struggling to open it, shaking a little with nervousness. You hugged him tighter, kissing his neck as well, trying to reassure him that it was ok, that you wanted him more than anything.

As he managed to take off your bra and discarded it, on the floor, your nipples grazed against his chest, your whole skin shivering at his own, so warm.

Mike cupped your breasts gently with his hands, trying not to scare you off, but mesmerized by how perfect your body was. He lowered his kisses from your neck to your chest, his lips softly touching your skin as he looked up into your eyes. That raw, desiring look made you bite your lip, moaning even more.

He kept his gaze on yours as he took your nipple in between his lips, suckling delighted at how soft your skin felt in his mouth. He did the same to the other one, his eyes closing for a moment and returning to meet yours. You held the back of his hair while he suckled, very discreetly pushing his head into your body, as if pleading for him to continue.

He had one hand attached to the breast he was suckling, and the other one on your waist, slipping slowly into the hem of your low rise jeans. As his lips let go of your now reddish and perky bud, he put both his hands to your hips, gesturing for you to stand up so he could unzip your pants.

You stood up and he soon followed, pulling your hips closer for another kiss, as his hands unzipped and lowered your jeans, that soon pooled at your feet. You did the same to him, his erection so evident during the whole process. Your mouth watered at the thought of taking his length in between your lips, pleasuring him. You wanted to pleasure him so bad, you wanted him to come undone under your touch, you wanted to drive him crazy.

Mike’s underwear was white and a bit transparent at this point, as his tip had oozed some precum - that made you lick your lips.

Your smooth fingers reached for his underwear’s waistband, as you shot your eyes at him for a moment, making sure you had his consent before slowly sliding the fabric off his body. His hard length sprung free in front of you for the first time, and you tried to suppress a small surprised sigh, to no success.

With both hands, you touched Mike’s throbbing shaft, gently pumping him even harder than he already was. He let out a soft moan, looking at your hands touching him.

- Can I… Can I put it, you know, in my mouth? - you asked, a bit embarrassed.

- Sure, love - he responded, lustful.

Your lips engulfed Mike’s tip, being extremely careful to avoid any teeth contact. You licked over its opening as it kept releasing more fluid. It was so good to finally taste him. Fitting his tip inside your mouth, you tried to take him deeper and understand how much further you could take. Mike, on the other hand, had other concerns in mind.

- Babe - he gently touched your face, gesturing for you to stop.

- Is everything ok? - you asked, worried. - Did I do anything wrong?

- You did nothing wrong, my love - he reassured you, his hand caressing your cheek. - It’s just that… I’m afraid I won’t last very long, you know? Being our first time and everything…

- It’s ok, we’ll do only what we both want, right? - you kissed him, trying to soothe his nerves.

The kiss got deeper and deeper, hands now able to explore practically all of both bodies - except for a small area around your hips. Mike took the sides of the fabric in his fingers, muttering something against your lips. You only moaned in return.

He slid your panties down your legs slowly, savoring the moment. You were now completely naked in front of him for the first time, and your body was just… Wow. You were so beautiful, he couldn’t believe you were his, and he was yours, and you’d now take each other’s virginity.

He motioned for you to lie down on his bed, and lied next to you, guiding your face for another round of kisses - up until his right hand started going south. He touched your breasts at first, thumbing your nipples until they perked up. He caressed your tummy and slowly made his way further down.

Mike’s finger touched your entrance very gently, feeling your warm wetness coat his fingertips. You shivered under his touch, thighs spreading instinctively, wanting more. His index finger slowly entered your tiny hole, and you could hear Mike faintly gasp, ‘cause you were so tight, only one of his fingers already seemed to fill you up completely.

- Is-is this ok? - he asked, speaking very softly. He didn’t want to hurt you.

- Yes, love - you moaned, nodding as your face scrunched up in pleasure.

Mike’s finger pumped in and out of your tiny hole, as he was watching it get wetter and wetter, splashy noises like music to his ears. Finally, he quit his teasing and touched your clit, tracing soothing delicate circles into your core, as you were aching with desire.

You mouth was agape, a trail of moans escaping your lips as your body squirmed and quivered under his touch. He was nearly hovering over you, as if not to miss any breath, any contortion of your beautiful face.

His fingers kept massaging your clit in a delicious motion, your tiny hole underneath clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled. Your arousal trickled down your folds and puddled on the bedsheets, as proof of that encounter.

Your breath quickened and your chest heaved, relief building rapidly at the pit of your stomach, and as you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, you came. Your orgasm ripped through your body as an earthquake to your thighs, a few louder moans echoing through the bedroom. It was like being a piece of paper and slowly falling to the ground, your head feeling so light in such a delicious sensation.

Mike couldn’t help but softly moan to himself at the sight of you. Now completely drenched in arousal and much more relaxed, it would be undeniably easier to put his length to your body without causing you much discomfort.

- You’re soaking wet… Please, make love to me, y/n - he whispered, his eyes rolling, his head dizzy with desire.

- I will, Mikey - you responded, capturing his lips once again, melting into his touch. - I’m yours, love.

He reached for a small silver wrapper in the drawer of his bedside table, quickly opening it with his fingertips and putting on the condom. Mike got on top of you, kissing your lips once again, delighting your body, your warmth, all of you. He aligned himself with your entrance, slowly gathering your lubrication on his tip before trying to enter you.

You searched for his eyes, nodding as you sighed in desire. Mike felt your hymen resisting his length, but gently pushed through it, eyes on you the entire time. You didn’t seem to be in pain - he only noticed your eyes were fluttering and your bottom lip was visibly bitten down.

He sank himself inside you very slowly, inch by inch, carefully studying each micro-expression on your face as he did. Your breathing seemed deep and paused, as if you were trying to remain calm. His heart was nearly beating out of his chest, and he wanted to be absolutely sure that you were well and feeling good.

- Are you ok, princess? - he softly asked, caressing your cheek. - Am I hurting you?

- It’s ok, love - you reassured him. - It just takes some adjusting.

You did feel some pressure, the sensation so new, your stomach so full of butterflies. But it didn’t hurt: Mike’s loving eyes were soothing any discomfort you could have been feeling, and that was all that mattered.

Growing accustomed to it, you felt more confident and involuntarily clenched around his length; and he started moving slowly, thrusting into you very gently, while his attention kept focused on your face. As you seemed fine, moaning very softly to show him you enjoyed those new sensations, he could finally focus on what he was feeling himself: you were so wet, so tight, the whole sight of your naked body so arousing.

He thrusted a bit more firmly now, but you could still sense some worry in his eyes.

- Don’t hold back - you whispered into his ear. - I love you, and I want you to feel all the pleasure you can, too.

His eyes met yours as you pulled him for another passionate kiss, your legs now around his waist, hugging his body. As he thrusted more and more, you took his earlobe in your teeth, nibbling devilishly on it, moaning sweet nothings into his ear. Not being able to contain himself anymore, Mike let out a few whimpers and spilled onto the condom, relieved.

He dropped his body’s weight onto yours for a moment, panting, gently hugging your sides. You kissed him on the lips one last time, smiling as you saw his damp bangs dangling from his forehead. Ugh, you loved Mike Wheeler. He quickly disposed of the condom in his room’s bin, and lied back in bed with you.

- I’m so sorry I couldn’t last longer, love - Mike kissed your temple, his eyebrows furrowed. - It’s just that… All of this was just so new to me, that I-

- You were perfect, Mikey - you whispered, kissing all over his face. - I’m so glad I had my first time with you. We’ll have plenty of time to get more comfortable with our intimacy, don’t worry.

- This was only the first step, right?

- Exactly - you smiled as he snuggled up to you.

- I love you, y/n - he said, holding you tight in his arms.

- I love you too, Mikey.

You cuddled together for another couple of hours, naked, enjoying each other’s warmth and touch. It all felt so right.

As the sun was setting, he took you home, and at your doorstep, you said your I love you’s and goodbyes now holding even more weight and complexity to them. You loved him so bad it nearly hurt.

The next day, the doorbell rang. You opened the door yourself, only to be handed a beautiful bouquet of flowers. The mailman didn’t say who they were from, and simply left. You could blame the butterflies still taking over your stomach, or maybe your recent slumber, but you had no idea who had sent you that gift until you read the card that came with it.

“Dear y/n,

Deflowering means to take one’s flower, and as we have just done that to each other, this seemed like an appropriate gift.

I know these physical flowers are fleeting, but the fact that we now have each other’s flowers is forever.

Thank you for taking my flower so gently and lovingly, I hope you felt the same about me taking yours. I’m crazy for you.

- Mike Wheeler, whose flower (and love) you’ll bear for the rest of your life.”

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Double-Mutated Mikey

Chapter 28: Touch and Go

Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club

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Dr. Chaplin walks into the Operation Room, accompanied by two men.

Dr. Timothy and Dr. Finn are speaking quietly, mumbling over a poor test subject that didn't survive their most recent mutation experiments.

"...I thought that the addition of his blood would have worked..." Timothy bemoans to his coworker.

"Perhaps the miracle we're looking for is not in the blood as it is now, but how it was before we changed it... There must be some secret we're missing--"

"Ahem," Chaplin says as he arrives. "I do hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Ah, Dr. Chaplin!" Abigail Finn exclaims, turning around and pasting an anxious smile across her face. "N-no, no, of course not..."

Abigail notices the two men standing behind him. One is almost seven feet tall by the looks of it, the other is bordering five feet. The taller man is the size of a bull, thick and heavy and absolutely rippling with muscles. The shorter man is thin as a rail, slicked-back greasy hair and a thin wiry mustache that almost makes him look like a mouse or a rat. The two men look like night and day, but both wear very expensive suits and ties which do not match either man's personalities.

"...Who're the guests?" Abigail asks curiously.

"These are Mr. Touch and Mr. Go. They are some... shall we say, 'men for hire' that I've employed to assist in the recapture of our lost experiment from Project Venus."

"Mikey," Dr. Timothy nods. "Good. What are their qualifications?"

"Stunning accuracy," Chaplin lists off. "Mr. Touch has enhanced strength and Mr. Go has enhanced speed. They were members of a special program designed to create super soldiers several years ago. Before then they were mercenaries for hire."

"Mercenaries, eh?" Timothy says with a soft grimace. "I'm not sure..."

"A merc doesn't know how to handle with care," Abigail interjects. "The TCRI want Mikey back in pristine condition."

"As I mentioned, stunning accuracy for these two. They've never once failed a mission, as far as the records go."

Mr. Touch cracks his knuckles loudly.

"Now now, gentlemen. These two are some of our most esteemed scientists here at the TCRI and EPF Labs. Whatever they say is law. Just ask Jeff," Dr. Chaplin jokes, gesturing to an empty cage in the distance. "Oh. Hm. Where's Jeff?"

"In a jar," Dr. Timothy grumbles. "I'm studying his brain."

"Ah! Well, there you go, gentlemen. I'm sure you all will have a wonderful time procuring the lost experiment again. And boys, play nicely with the mutant target or you'll be helping Dr. Timothy here with his brain studies. And Timothy, Finn, be polite and patient with these fine men or else we might not be getting anyone else to help us recover Mikey..."

Dr. Chaplin leaves the room in silence. Abigail grunts with irritation before plastering another smile on her face and directing the two men to a computer.

"This won't be easy for you. Mikey was designed to be the perfect genetic weapon. He also has enhanced strength, speed, agility, plus some other quirks. I'll print you out a list..."

"M'sure we can handle him," Mr. Touch chuckles. "I've yet to wrastle with a critter that can outmatch my muscle."

"Don't get cocky," Abigail snaps. "And don't hurt him. We want him perfectly intact and alive."

"Don't worry, we'll retrieve your little pet," Mr. Go snickers. "Where is it, anyway?"

"Last we saw, he was hiding out in the sewers --"

"With extra mutants," Timothy interrupts. "which we will pay extra for the capture of."

"Timothy--?"

"How much we talkin'?" Mr. Go asks, a smile creeping onto his thin face.

"How much were you promised for the capture of Mikey?" Timothy questions.

"75 grand," Mr. Touch states.

"I'll personally pay you $50,000 for each mutant you can capture," Timothy promises. "Though, the price will be reduced for any major injuries I find."

"Only 50?" Mr. Touch grumbles.

"They aren't nearly as genetically advanced as Mikey is, so they should be simpler to capture. But an extra 50,000 for any extra mutants you can find isn't that bad, now is it? We have confirmation of at least two mutants that are with him, so that would be $100,000 guaranteed. We could all use a little extra spending money here and there, couldn't we?"

"Done deal," they reply.

"Wonderful. Now, what will you be requiring for your endeavours? Any weapons, traps, something to carry the subjects in I'd assume?"

"Might as well show us whatchya got," Mr. Go says.

Abigail groans in irritation as Timothy leads the two men away, muttering to herself as he shows them all their experimental gadgets.

"I can't believe him... He has no authorization to make that call. Though, it would be helpful to have extra mutants for our tests... In the end, I guess it doesn't really matter; the goal is still the same. So long as they can find Mikey and we can continue the work..."

Abigail walks away to catch up with the men.

From the far back of the room, John Bishop walks out.

Hmm. This isn't good...

Maybe he should follow along for now, see what happens...

Doctors Timothy and Finn show the two mercenaries the tranquilizer darts they have, the frost guns, nets, communication devices, trackers, etc. They show them Mikey's last known location and give the images of the human teen and the mutant brother. Mr. Touch and Mr. Go roam the room, choosing the items they'll need like children choosing which sweets they want the most from a candy store.

Bishop doesn't have much time. He slinks around to the exit and rushes to Honeycutt's labs, calling him as he runs into the elevators.

"Professor Zayton Honey--"

"Hey doc it's me how are ya that's great I was wondering if I could borrow any gear you might have?"

The line is silent.

"Oh, this is Bishop by the way."

"Um... yes, well I figured... How's your mother--"

"Forget that for now, do you have any gear I can use?!"

"W-why do you need my gear?"

"Chaplin brought in two thugs to detain Mikey and the others that are protecting him," Bishop whispers. "Timothy and Finn are showing them the weapons they have. I'm going to tail them to keep them from getting him. Now, do you or don't you have anything I can use?"

"U-uh, m-m-maybe. How close are you?"

The elevator doors open and Bishop runs out to Honeycutt's office.

"Just about to open your door."

"Oh! Well, yes, um, I think I have something you might be able to use --"

Bishop swings the door open and runs in, causing Prof. Honeycutt to jump in fright.

"Agh! John! You're here! You weren't kidding --"

"I need whatever you can give me now," Bishop states frantically. "They could leave the lab at any point and I need to stay close."

"But John -- well, you know me, I'd prefer to stay out of it --"

"You are staying out of it, I just need something to defend myself and keep Mikey safe."

"Oh well... Yes, yes, of course! Um, there are a f-few prototypes on the table over, over there!" Honeycutt stutters. "A-are you looking for lethal, or semi-lethal?"

"Anything," Bishop says quickly. "I'd rather not hurt anyone, but they're enhanced so I might have to go fully lethal."

"Enhanced?" Honeycutt says with a nervous swallow.

"No time to explain," Bishop says as he looks over the table and grabs a futuristic-looking pistol. "What does this do?"

"Oh! That's my jelly-gun!" Honeycutt says with a soft and nervous chuckle. "It's one of the non-lethals, but it hasn't been tested yet--"

"Jelly-gun?"

"It l-liquifies your bones."

"...And this is a non-lethal weapon?"

"T-the effect isn't permanent," Honeycutt stammers. "I-it's meant to be a stunner, t-to incapacitate!"

"How do you know the effects aren't permanent if you haven't tested it yet?" Bishop asks warily.

"..."

"...I'll handle it with caution, then."

Bishop gently places the 'jelly-gun' in a holster.

"What else do you have?" he asks, picking up a series of miniature grenades.

"Those are my noise-makers, you pull the pin and have five seconds before it will emit a high-pitched ringing that causes disorientation and bleeding from the ears if you stand within a ten yard radius."

"Mm. Handle with caution?"

"Handle with caution."

Bishop pushes the noise grenades into a pocket of a satchel Honeycutt hands him as he continues to go through the tech, grabbing what looks good and intact. A net launcher, a harpoon launcher/grappling gun, and a gun that actually does shoot a jelly-like substance which hardens instantly.

"Anything else you can offer me?"

"This," Honeycutt says, handing Bishop a small device that resembles a portable dvd player. "It works like a sonar detector, scanning your surroundings and comparing them to satellite images to create a map of the area around you within a 50 mile radius. It will detect any creatures, bodies of water, or large obstacles within that radius as well."

"Thanks, this should really come in handy," Bishop says quickly. "I have to get going. Do you need all this stuff back, or...?"

"If you can," Honeycutt sighs. "But honestly I'm more worried about you coming back. You're going to go fight two enhanced mercenaries? Even if you can beat them --"

"Your faith in me is astounding, by the way..." Bishop grumbles.

"-- Even if you can beat them, Chaplin or Timothy will discover your involvement, won't they? What do you think they'll do to you then?"

"Well, I guess I'll just have to do my best to not get caught and not get dead."

Honeycutt stutters nervously after hearing the word 'dead'. He tries to respond and air his concerns, but Bishop runs out quickly to catch up with Mr. Touch and Mr. Go.

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Bishop watches the two men from a distance, catching up to them just as they leave the building. They follow the tracker's last coordinates to an alley out of sight. Mr. Go checks to make sure it's all clear before Mr. Touch reaches down and pulls the manhole cover off the sewer entrance.

Okay, so he's a little stronger than most people, nothing to be worried about --

Mr. Touch throws the heavy cast iron covering like it's a cheap plastic frisby, sending it flying off into the wall where it gets lodged in between the bricks.

...Okay, so he's exceptionally strong. No biggie. Just... don't get too close.

Mr. Go descends first, Mr. Touch following after. Bishop waits a few moments before running after them into the alley. He peers down into the sewer. Mr. Go has already made it to the bottom, but Mr. Touch is only a third of the way down. Bishop backs away before they can see him, and goes to the next alley over, entering the sewers from there.

Bishop slides down the ladder quickly, and peeks around the corner. The two men are walking down the halls by the water's edge. Bishop continues to tail them, staying at a safe distance as they look around for evidence of Mikey or his family. Bishop spends the time following them wondering what kinds of experiments they would perform on Mikey's brothers if they could get their hands on them. What kinds on horrors they would put Mikey through again. What they'll do to Bishop if they discover his treachery...

After several minutes, they come to the last tracked location of Mikey -- the lair.

Bishop watches as the men leave their tools and tech outside the electric barrier and step through the invisible fence. Mr. Go takes a deep breath before zooming away.

Yeah, so he's quick. Saw that one coming.

Mr. Touch waits for his partner, tapping his foot against the stone floor impatiently. Mr. Go comes back out a second later, readjusting his suit and tie which had gotten windblown.

"It's all clear. The place is totally empty."

The two men walk inside, forced to leave their weapons behind the EMP barrier so they don't get fried.

Bishop gets an idea...

He quietly creeps up -- leaving his own bag of gadgets behind -- and places the weapons on the inside of the EMP barrier. One by one, each device flickers with sparks before going kaput. Once his task is complete, he quickly rushes back to his hiding spot and waits for the mercs' return.

After about twenty minutes, the two walk out.

"...they packed what they could and ran. The muties could be anywhere by now!"

"You think they knew we were coming?" Mr. Go wonders aloud.

"Probably. That computer room looked pretty high tech."

"But that doesn't explain how they managed to get out so quickly. Chaplin only just had us come in today, and there's been no chatter on the EPF net about our arrival."

"So, whaddya thinkin'?" Mr. Touch asks.

"I suspect that the Earth Protection Force might not be as 'protected' as they think. There must be a mole."

Bishop's breath gets caught in his throat. He can't let them find him out!

Yet another reason he has to stop them.

"I bet they'll pay us extra if we can find the traitor," Mr. Touch chuckles.

"But in the meantime, let's find that mutie. Remember what we're actually being paid for," Mr. Go reminds him.

"Well, can you track him from here?"

"What do you take me for, an amateur? Of course I can. Grab the gear and we'll head out."

Mr. Touch gathers up all the supplies, and the two walk away. Bishop gives chase.

Mr. Go leads them down the tunnels until they reach a wrecked cave-in. Mr. Touch is kind enough to clear the way for them, revealing what Bishop can only assume was Mikey's previous home before something terrible happened. Claw marks and long gashes across the painted walls prove his theory.

A large, gaping hole resides in the floor, tunneling down to a secret hidden world. Bishop's mouth drops in shock.

"...What'chya wanna bet he's down there?" Mr. Go asks with a snicker.

"What even is it, one of them secret societies?"

"Who cares, as long as we find what we're looking for!"

The two men jump down into the hole. Bishop watches them descend.

....Maybe he'll look for stairs.

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It takes a few hours, but Bishop finally makes his way down safely. He finds the two mercenaries wandering the streets of this underground city, checking everyone and everywhere for Mikey.

Bishop is in awe of how many mutants there are down here! It's crazy! And Timothy offered to pay extra for any they brought back...

This whole community could be in danger!

Fortunately, the two men are focused on looking for Mikey. That's what they're really being paid for. Dissatisfied by the masses in the street square, the two leave towards a series of larger buildings in the distance.

He stays just out of sight of the Mr. Touch and Mr. Go as he goes after them. As he tails them, Bishop tries to stay focused on the two villains rather than get distracted by this otherworldly society. He feels so out of place surrounded by these monsters, mythical beasts, and magical creatures. People that resemble animals or aliens or dragons or some mix between the three walk around and watch him like he's the freak.

Maybe he is, down here... Huh.

Well, that's some existential identity crisis he'll have to go through later.

Mr. Touch and Mr. Go arrive at a building with a strange rainbow aurora borealis surrounding the area behind it. Mr. Go surveys the area with super speed before coming back and nodding to Mr. Touch.

"He's here."

"Positive?" Mr. Touch asks.

"Gotta be. That other mutie turtle Dr. Timothy showed us is here, so he must be, too."

Other turtle mutant... What did that kid call him... Leo? Leo! Wait, so they are here? Then where's Mikey?

"Do we get the extra mutants first or what?"

"No, he's busy with a bigger freak right now."

"I can take 'em both," Mr. Touch chuckles. "It'd be like bending a couple o' twigs..."

"Fine, but be discreet about it. Here, use one of the gadgets that lab nerd gave us -- Wait, what the --?!"

The two men try to activate what looks like a gas bomb, but nothing happens.

"This thing's defective! All this junk is defective!" Mr. Go growls.

"I can still take 'em both, you know that," Mr. Touch says, cracking his knuckles.

"It's almost like this guy wants to fight," Bishop thinks aloud. "What a charmer..."

"And where are we supposed to keep them once we capture them? You gotta think!" Mr. Go scolds. "Besides, they are also superpowered! One of them can do portals, and that second one I saw was almost as big as you! My guess is he has enhanced strength, too... And even if we did overpower them, they're out in the middle of everything, everyone can see us! And we have no real sighting of that Mikey mutant. Let's play it cool for now and get them later. AFTER we find Mikey."

Mr. Touch groans loudly.

"Fine. But I want that extra pay."

"And we'll get it, don't worry. By the end of the day, our biggest worry is going to be finding fatter wallets!" Mr. Go snickers. "Now let's find that freak show..."

Bishop swallows nervously. He hasn't met Mikey's brothers yet, not officially. But if they're anything like that human kid, then they would assume that he's a villain because he works for the EPF.

Just more people he has to avoid...

John Bishop runs after the two mercenaries before stopping in his tracks and awing at the strange area around him. A large opening surrounded by rainbow mist reveals a tropical paradise and a beach.

Huh. Okay. Not what he was expecting, but... yeah. Beach. Why not?

Bishop wishes he'd brought some shorts or something to help with the heat of the tropics, but sighs in resignation as he runs after the two men...

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Casey is tanning on the beach chair just outside of the portal. He takes in a deep breath and heaves a relaxed sigh...

He's never been on vacation before.

Heck, he's pretty sure he's never relaxed before!

It's a new experience, and he's not totally convinced he's got the knack of it yet, but he's learning. Splinter has been giving him pointers.

Casey smiles at the warmth of the sun on his skin. It's so hot, he's abandoned his cloak and armour and jumpsuit in favour of a pair of Donnie's board shorts and a t-shirt. He feels a little exposed, but he's getting used to it.

He wonders if Sensei would have been sunning with him if he had made it. And Donatello would have loved the sun on his soft shell. Master Michelangelo would probably be building sandcastles or drawing images in the sand. He's not sure what Raphael would be doing, but he assumes that he'd be enjoy the safety and wonder and happiness with his brothers...

Casey sighs. He wishes Sensei could have at least enjoyed one day in the sun again... He hates that he can enjoy this while his whole family was left to die in the apocalypse. It isn't fair, it doesn't seem right.

Aaaaaaaand Casey just ruined the relaxation. Dang it. As mentioned before, he's not the best at this.

CJ sits up and sighs angrily. Why can't he just move on? Let go? It's what Leo wants. He can't talk about his life with anyone here, so he might as well just leave it behind and start fresh! Why can't... he...

Huh?

CJ notices two strangely disproportionate men sneaking around the hotel. They're pretty well hidden, but after a lifetime in a warzone where one wrong step could literally kill you, Casey Jones Jr. has become something of an expert at spotting hidden danger or people sneaking around.

He wonders what these two creeps are up to...

Three. Three creeps. There's a third guy following them... Wait, isn't that Agent Bishop?!

What is going on?? Are they looking for Mikey?

That has to be the reason. But who are those two guys? And why didn't Bishop come with them? Is he spying on them?

Well, he's not letting him do this alone! Casey may not be an expert on vacations, but he knows a secret mission when he sees one. He's coming along!

Casey grabs his grappling hook gloves and follows after them.

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Bishop watches as the two men slither about, staying behind shrubbery and beach umbrellas that decorate the lot. They double check to make sure they don't draw any attention to themselves, then slink around the corner of the portal and vanish behind it's barrier. He tiptoes up to it and peers around the corner. Mr. Go is zooming across the beachside as Mr. Touch tries to use the fried tech again.

"What are you doing here?" a voice whispers behind him.

Bishop swings around and almost suckerpunches the kid behind him.

Fortunately, the teenager has good reflexes and ducks ahead of his punch, grabbing Bishop's arm and stopping him mid-punch.

"Kid?!" Bishop whisper-shouts. "What are -- where did -- Nevermind. Go away, before they see you --"

"But what are you doing here?" he whispers back. "My family's on vacation!"

"Is that really wise?" Bishop questions. "I did tell you what the EPF and TCRI were up to."

"Well, we're laying low. Like you said."

"At a resort?"

"Hey, it's not like the EPF knew about this place before!"

Bishop sighs.

"Look kid, I'd love to catch up and debate on whether a tropical getaway counts as 'laying low' and stuff, but I'm tailing these two bounty hunters --"

"Bounty hunters? Are they after Mikey?" the teenager asks.

"What do you think?" Bishop growls in response.

He turns back to watch the two men. Mr. Go skids to a halt after searching the area and pours sand out of his shoes as he complains to Mr. Touch about the conditions. Mr. Touch complains about the faulty tech they were given. They both end up arguing.

"Where is Mikey, anyways?" Bishop asks.

"Dunno," the teen replies. "He went out into the jungle to explore."

"You really think letting a kid go alone in the jungle is a good idea?"

The teen stares at him deadpan before raising an eyebrow.

"You have seen Mikey, right?"

"Fair enough," Bishop groans. "Look, I'm gonna go after them, you --"

"I'm coming with you!" he interrupts.

"Look kid --"

"My name is Casey."

"Look, Casey, I'm sure you're a cool kid with a good head on your shoulders, but this is a stealth mission. And this mission is already tough enough without having to worry about keeping you safe as well. It will go better if I'm alone --"

"Have you ever practiced guerilla warfare in a jungle before?" Casey challenges. "Or fought against superpowered individuals? Have you ever had to build a water purification device from scratch so you can drink your own bodily fluids while trekking across dangerous, monster-infested terrains??"

"Have you?" Bishop challenges back.

"You have no idea what I grew up in," Casey responds low. "Now let's go. Mikey should be deep in the jungle by this point, so we better hurry if we want some extra time to lay a few traps..."

Bishop tries to fight back, but the kid has already zip-lined into the brushes several meters away. Casey turns back and calls out to him.

"You coming or what?"

Bishop groans. He really shouldn't have yelled like that... Oh well. This'll be interesting.

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Casey makes his way through the bushes and fauna, Bishop following close behind.

"Kid! Hey, kid, wait up!"

"Do you want me to slow down, or shouldn't you hurry up?" Casey shouts back.

Bishop grumbles under his breath as he runs up to the teenager.

"Look, I appreciate what you're trying to do here, but --"

"And I appreciate what you're doing too, Commander Bishop -- uh, Agent Bishop. But this is my family we're talking about! And I'm not going to just sit back and act like I don't know what I'm doing when I do. I know you think I'm just a kid, but I've literally been training my entire life for situations like this. To be honest, this is a lot more mild than what I'm used to dealing with."

"...Where exactly did you say you grew up, again?" Bishop asks.

"Actually, not far from here," Casey chuckles. "But that's another story... So, looking at these tracks, Mikey made it to the center of the island somewhere around two hours ago."

Bishop's eyes widen behind his thick glasses.

"How can you tell?"

"Math, mostly," he says with a shrug. "You measure the size of his feet and the distance between each footprint and calculate the speed from there."

"But two hours ago?"

"I made an estimate based on when I saw him last and compounded with the fact that these plants he crushed underfoot show clear signs of recent decay --"

"Geez kid, you're like a walking science study!" Bishop sighs as he walks ahead and follows the trail as he reaches into his satchel.

"You can thank my Uncle 'Tello for that," Casey smiles. "What are you doing?"

"Honeycutt gave me this sonar tracker," Bishop explains. "I wanted to wait on using it until we were in a more secluded area."

Casey looks around at the jungle they're traipsing through.

"...I'd say this works!"

"I'd say so too," Bishop chuckles as he activates the device and scans the area around them. "Where did this jungle even come from, anyways?"

"It's a portal. It leads from the back lot of the hotel to a random undiscovered island."

"So, we're not actually in the United States anymore?" Bishop asks, raising an eyebrow. "Interesting. How does it work?"

"There's a device by the portal that can change the location if needed, for storms and stuff. But mostly it runs on magic energy, if I understand it right."

Bishop nods, pretending that it makes perfect sense. Magic, portals, underground monster hotels. Sure. Why not.

He taps a few buttons on the sonar, and several dots appear on the screen. Two in the center, two to the far left, and one straight ahead.

"Hey, would ya look at that! It really works!"

"So, those two are the bounty hunters," Casey says, peering over Bishop's arm to look at the device. "And up ahead is Mikey!"

"I guess your tracking skills really are on point," Bishop compliments. "Nice work, kid."

Casey smiles as he leads the way to Mikey.

"So, what do we do about those two guys searching for Mikey?"

"I have some other toys the Doc leant me," Bisop states, reaching into his pouch. "These should work well enough against them... though, they haven't been tested yet."

"Well, as my Sensei used to say, 'No time like the present!'"

"Aaaaaalright then, we'll find where they are and set up a few traps to drive them away."

The duo travel in the direction of the two mercenaries, following the sonar tracker. After half an hour of hiking, they finally find them. Mr. Touch is demolishing the trees as he looks around angrily for their mark. Mr. Go is watching from behind him.

"Are you done with your little tantrum yet?" he hisses.

"I'm doing all the work here, in case you haven't noticed!" Touch roars back. "It's a deserted island! He could be anywhere! And also in case you haven't noticed, all our tech is busted up!"

"Well, it shouldn't be as big of a problem as you're making it," Mr. Go groans. "After all, this is us we're talking about. It can't be that difficult!"

"Well, we've never worked in the fricken jungle before!"

"Pssh, as if that should stop us..."

The two men argue a bit about where to go and what to do. Bishop takes Casey back a step to discuss their own plans.

"So, kid... didn't you say something about guerilla warfare?"

Casey Jr. smiles deviously.

Bishop and Casey quickly set up a series of traps, digging large holes and cover them with debris and plants. Casey creates a snare trap and Bishop makes a tripwire. Soon enough, their plan is complete.

"Okay Casey," Bishop says as he takes his jacket off, the heat starting to get to him. "Here's the plan: your tracking skills are better than mine, so you find Mikey and get him out of here while I take care of the meathead and the beanpole."

"Wait, are you sure?" Casey asks.

"Not really. But I don't want you or Mikey to get hurt --"

CJ groans loudly.

"Dude, I already told you --"

Bishop quickly shushes him.

"I don't want you near the fight, you could get hurt."

"I know, I know; you think I'm just a kid and I can't defend myself, but I'm pretty sure I already proved how I can --"

"You did prove yourself," Bishop interrupts him. "But that doesn't change the fact that I don't want you getting hurt or getting involved in this anymore than you already are."

The agent sighs. He takes his glasses off to show Casey how serious he is as he tries to explain.

"...Look..... Mikey was designed to be a living weapon for the EPF. He was given the DNA of several predators, violent species, and compliant genes from species that worked in groups or families so he would be sure to follow orders. He was trained day in and day out to kill, fight, and problem solve. Do you think that's the life he wanted?"

Casey freezes, eyes wide.

"Or do you think he deserves a chance to just be a kid?"

CJ looks away sadly. He can tell where this is going. Bishop takes a breath before he continues.

"Listen kid, I have no doubt that you could keep him safe all on your own, but both you and Mikey are just kids. That doesn't mean you can't do incredible things and save the world, but it means that you shouldn't have to. For now, that's my responsibility as the adult. I think you kids have been through more than enough, and it's time you get back to being kids. Or am I wrong?"

Casey sighs again.

"...Okay, point taken. Fine. I'll get Mikey to safety and warn the others... You take care of the two bounty hunters."

Bishop nods with a smile. He watches as Casey darts off into the forest to get Mikey. He turns back and treks towards the two villains.

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Casey runs into the jungle, backtracking until he finds sight of Mikey's trail again. He follows, using his grappling hook like a rope swing, going from tree to tree to tree...

An old recollection of his Sensei calling him 'Tarzan' comes to mind. He smiles at the memory.

After ten to fifteen minutes, Casey finally catches up to Mikey, sitting in a tree as he munches on some wild mangoes he happened to find.

"Mikey! Mikey, hey!" CJ calls out.

Mikey looks down and smiles at him, mouth full to the brim of delicious ripe fruit. He waves.

"Hiiiiiii!" he calls out, though it's a barely intelligible, muffled slur of sounds.

"Hi," CJ calls back, climbing up quickly. "Hey, so not to alarm you or anything, but we gotta get outta here. Like now."

Mikey swallows loudly and tilts his head in curiosity.

"Why?"

"Just, um..."

Casey looks at Mikey.

He's not the warrior he would be in the future. He's not a stone-cold master of magic who occasionally liked to goof off when he wasn't being all mystical and mysterious. He's not the last brother left standing for Casey's Sensei, the last reminder of hope and love. He's not forced to stay positive and optimistic, even when the entire resistance has been laid to waste and he has to sacrifice his own life in order to save them. To save him.

He isn't 'Master Michelangelo'.

He's Mikey.

And Bishop is right. Mikey's just a kid.

A kid who shouldn't have to worry about looking over his shoulder constantly, wondering if someone is coming after him or if he's safe, or his family is safe. He's a kid who should be running across the water and having splash wars with his brothers, should be sunbathing on the beach with his father, should be sitting in a tree eating fruit and enjoying life like it was meant to be enjoyed.

"...Uuuuummm, y-your brothers wanted you to come back to the resort! They, uh... didn't know where you'd gotten to! They got kinda worried."

"Brothers worried for me?" Mikey asks with concern.

"Yeah! So, we gotta go let them know you're okay!"

"Oh, okay!" Mikey says with a nod. "Mikey understand. Let's go!"

Casey follows Mikey down the tree --just a tad bit slower than him, though.

"Race you back?" Mikey asks with a smile, already crouched and ready to run.

CJ smiles.

"You're on!"

The two run, Casey using his grappling hooks to his advantage as Mikey books it through the jungle. He hopes they don't attract the wrong kind of attention, but their speed should be helpful... He wonders if Bishop is finished with his job yet.

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Bishop watches from behind a tree, waiting a few minutes to give Casey time to find Mikey. Just a little longer...

The two men start walking. Bishop checks the sonar and sees they're walking towards Mikey's direction. He has to act now.

He grabs a noisemaker and pulls the pin before throwing it at the two. It lands in front of Mr. Touch, who leans down and blinks at it.

"...What the hey?"

"What is it?" Mr. Go asks, stepping around him.

"Looks like a toy or --"

A loud, ear-piercing screeeeeeeeeeeeech sounds off, shattering the air around them and causing a soundwave to blast around them, knocking them all to the ground. Bishop grips his own ears and yells in pain, though the cries are lost in the deafening blast. He gets up and starts running, looking back to see Mr. Touch drop the device and clutch his bleeding ears. Mr. Go stumbles backwards before running away as fast as he can. Bishop watches as Mr. Touch slams his foot down onto the orb, crushing it instantly and silencing it. Bishop's ears are ringing as he runs. Mr. Touch shakes his head around before he sees Bishop running and gives chase.

"HEY, GET BACK HERE!!"

"WHAT??" Bishop yells back, ears still ringing.

Mr. Touch bellows as he runs after him, following the agent to his set traps. The meathead gets closer... closer..... he reaches out to grab his shirt collar...

Mr. Touch's feet drag over a tripwire, activating the net-launcher. The wiry snare wraps around him and causes him to faceplant. Bishop nearly pauses to cheer at the trap's success before Mr. Touch shreds the net to pieces, simply by flexing his arm muscles. Bishop keeps running.

He jumps over one of the traps he set and watches as Mr. Touch yipes and falls down into the freshly-dug ditch. Bishop carefully pulls out the 'jelly-gun' and aims.

"Sorry in advance, I really hope that this isn't permanent..."

Bishop is thrown off his feet when something slams into him. He groans as he picks himself back up.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" Mr. Go asks snidely as he leans down.

"...My job, nothing personal," Bishop responds quickly, swinging his foot around to trip up Mr. Go.

But he's gone before Bishop can even get his foot up.

He does a quick spin before looking around in shock, trying to find where Mr. Go went --

Bishop is kicked in the gut as the speedster rams into his chest and dashes away unseen. Bishop gasps for air and clutches his stomach as he slowly gets to his knees. He's dropped the jelly-gun! He scrambles as he searches for it. He drags his fingers across the ground, looking for the futuristic weapon on the tall grass and weeds... he notices a vibrating sensation from the ground, slowly getting stronger.

Bishop jumps out of the way before Mr. Go can knock into him again.

He gets an idea.

Bishop places himself into position and waits. He can feel the ground vibrate under Mr. Go's stampeding feet. Wait for it... wait for it...

He can see a blur coming at him. Bishop gets ready...

Mr. Go runs at him. Bishop reaches into the satchel and pulls out the other jelly gun, blasting a great mess of red goop at the ground. Mr. Go runs through it with great speed, his shoes getting caught in the ooze. He trips through it, falling onto his hands as the jelly hardens quickly.

"Hey! What's going on here?! What is this gunk??"

Bishop heaves a sigh of relief. It's short lived.

"Oh, you think you're clever, huh?" Mr. Go laughs haughtily. "Well, we'll just see about that!"

Mr. Go's body vibrates so quickly that he almost becomes invisible. The quick-hardening goop starts to crack, and he's free. The speedster suddenly blurs past Bishop, unable to stop. He gets another interesting idea...

Bishop whistles at him.

"Hey, knockoff of the Flash! You missed me!" he taunts.

Mr. Go runs back at him, a blur as he comes back for round 2. Bishop pulls a special gun out and points it at the mercenary. Mr. Go immediately runs in a different direction, which Bishop expected. He aims again. Mr. Go runs in another direction. Bishop aims one more time, and of course, Mr. Go goes in a new direction. Bishop smiles. He's too close to change course, and he was worried about the wrong kind of redirection. He's right where Bishop wants him.

Just as Mr. Go is about to run into him, Bishop aims the gun above his head and fires. A long cable cord shoots out from the weapon and snags onto a branch high above him. Bishop is pulled away, and Mr. Go runs straight underneath him and over the hidden tripwire. Mr. Go sees the trap too late and is snagged, a rope wraps around his ankles and pulls him up into the air.

Mr. Go's flails upside down, sputtering and yelling protests. The jelly-gun drops from his jacket pocket. He stole it when he ran past him! Bishop jumps down from his place amongst the branches and grabs at the weapon, trying not to pull the trigger until he can actually hold it steady.

"Y-you meddling inferior!" Mr. Go screams. "You ridiculous turncoat! You--"

"Please, please, save all your compliments until the show is over," Bishop says with a laugh, holding his ribs. "You had a pretty good run, not gonna lie."

Bishop shudders.

"Ugh, that pun was terrible. Is this what I've become? A guy with pad jokes and witty one-liners? I thought I was better than that..."

"Hurry up and get me down from here!" Mr. Go snaps.

"What makes you think I'd actually let you down?" Bishop questions.

"He wasn't talking to you, punk," Mr. Touch growls from behind him.

Bishop manages to duck just before Mr. Touch can break his skull open with his fists.

He yipes as he rolls to the side, dodging another blow and careful to avoid the traps he's set up. Mr. Touch is not so careful. His feet crack against the tripwires and set off the snares and springtraps, though none of them have any effect on the giant muscle man.

"Now would probably be a good time for you to run, little man," Mr. Touch chuckles with a low voice.

"I might just take you your advice on that," Bishop heaves. "But first --"

He points the jelly-gun at the giant man, who raises a fist to pound Bishop flat. The gun fires, a green light beams on Mr. Touch's fist and forearm. They go numb and limp, falling flat and flabby against his side. Mr. Touch roars angrily.

"What did ya do to me?!" he screams, flinging his other fist at Bishop.

The agent dodges it, the ground beside him cracking and splitting from the brute force used. Mr. Touch roars again and swings his floppy arm at Bishop. Despite the lack of bones, the strength is still there and Bishop is flung several meters back before rolling across the ground and hitting a tree.

Bishop gasps for air as the wind is knocked out of him. He struggles to lift himself up, coughing and hacking as his back cracks with each movement.

He looks up in time to see Mr. Touch yank the rope holding Mr. Go, setting him free. Bishop has to act fast... Casey is counting on him. Honeycutt is relying on him. That whole society under New York is in danger if these mercs get out. Mikey deserves better.

Bishop grabs one of the noisemakers and pulls the pin. Mr. Go lunges forwards. Bishop throws the device at him. He realizes in time what it is and runs in the opposite direction. The noisemaker grenade goes off, and another shockwave of sound takes out everything above four feet. Bishop ducks for cover as he covers his ears. Mr. Go is blown away by the shockwave, soaring straight into Mr. Touch.

Bishop takes the jelly-gun and aims once again. He shoots at Mr. Go's legs. Mr. Go falls. He shoots again at Mr. Touch's other arm. It becomes wobbly and liquified. But Bishop can't stay here for much longer. He limps away, regaining a little speed with every excruciating step.

He's not sure exactly how long the jelly-gun effects will last. But he'd rather not find out.

After running several meters away, he can hear the device deactivate. Touch probably destroyed it.

Bishop pulls out the sonar device and checks it. It was damaged in the fight. The screen is cracked, and it glitches every few seconds, but from what he can tell Mikey and Casey made it back to the resort. Bishop just has to find his way out of the jungle...

He keeps running, though there's a pain in his side and his head is still buzzing. He hears something crashing behind him.

Mr. Touch and Mr. Go are following close behind.

Already?!

He looks back and sees Mr. Touch carrying Mr. Go over his shoulders. They aren't as fast as he is, but with his injuries he'll never outrun them...

But he has to try. Bishop pulls out the jelly-gun and fires, hoping to temporarily liquify more of the two mercenaries.

The gun squirts out a train of goop behind him. Wrong gun! But at least it serves its purpose; Mr. Touch trips and falls face-first into the slime, which hardens overtop of him. He shouts and screams, flapping his jelly arms around as he tries to get himself free.

Bishop keeps running.

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Leo is laying out on the beach chair by the hotel. He loves the ingenuity of this place. If you get the right angle, you can have all the warmth and brightness of the sun shining on you without the actual sun getting in your eyes. At first, he was a bit hesitant to trust this place (after the events of that other resort he has sworn never to speak of again). But this place is a certified heaven!

Leonardo exhales with utter satisfaction. It's been a pretty rough couple of days... he needs this.

Unfortunately, Leo is pulled out of his relaxation mode when a weight is suddenly and mercilessly slammed onto him. He gasps, eyes nearly popping out of his head as Mikey jumps up into his lap at top speed.

"I win!" Mikey cheers.

Casey jogs up behind with and laughs, somewhat out of breath.

"You certainly did," he gasps, panting and sweating. "Phew! That was fast, Mikey..."

"What the -- *wheeze* -- what the heck is -- *wheeze* -- happening?!" Leo hacks, coughing loudly as Mikey sits proudly on his chest.

"Mikey won race!"

"Great. I'm so very proud of you. My ribs will never be the same again."

"Is Leo not worried anymore?" Mikey asks, leaning close to inspect his face and sniff him.

"Worried? Like, about my lungs collapsing, maybe?"

"Oh, sorry," Mikey chuckles nervously as he gently climbs off of him.

"It's fine, I'm getting used to it by now," Leo groans, his body re-inflating with air. "I mean, this is like the third or fourth time this has happened..."

"But Mikey is here! So no more worries," his little brother says with a smile.

"Uh, yeah," Leo answers with a nod. "No one is worried anymore. Whatever that means."

"Oh, uhhhhh Leo, you and I need to have a quick talk about.... something," Casey says.

Leo gets the hint immediately, despite the lack of mind meld.

"Hey Mikey, why don't you go find Donnie and help him build his sandcastles? He indubitably said something about probably needing your help and creative expertise. He said he was going to be getting supplies at the Hotel front desk..."

Mikey nods with a smile and a chirping laugh as he runs off to find Dee. Leon waits until he's out of sight before turning to CJ.

"Okay, so what's up?"

"So... no need to panic or freak out or anything, buuuuuuut there may or may not be a few bounty hunters searching for Mikey right now..."

"WHAT?!" Leo shouts, grabbing Casey by the shoulders and shaking him. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, BOUNTY HUNTERS?!"

"I-I said no n-n-need to pa-a-a-nic!" Casey yells back, his voice wobbling as he's rocked back and forth. "Co-ou-uld you ple-e-e-ea-se st-o-o-p sha-a-k-i-i-ing me-e-e-e??"

"What bounty hunters are looking for Mikey? Where are they?" Leo demands.

"Oh don't worry, they're probably nowhere near here!"

"CLOSE THE PORTAL!"

Leo and CJ both look back at the beach's serene and peaceful shores to see Agent John Bishop, running out of the jungle as fast as he can. Soon enough, a man the size of a baby elephant carrying another man resembling an overcooked noodle with a ratstache barrel out of the bushes and run after him.

"CASEY, CLOSE THE PORTAL!" Bishop yells at the top of his lungs as he rushes for the hotel. "CLOSE THE PORTAL, NOW! CLOSE IT!"

Casey yells in fright and drags Leo to the box by the rainbow's edge.

"How do we close it?!" Casey demands, examining the device.

"How should I kow?!" Leo yells back.

"Uh, you deal in portals all the time?!"

"That's my ninpo, I don't actually know how they work! I don't understand magic or mystics or --"

"WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING?!" Bishop shouts. "HURRY!!"

"Do you know what to do or not?!" Casey shouts.

"NO! How would I know what to do?! Draxum would probably, but I have no idea where he is --"

"Well, try something! Anything! Maybe you can do something with your ninpo?"

"Fine! Get the device open!"

Casey jimmies the box's lid open and starts messing with the wires and other pieces inside before uncovering the mystic power source, an aurora flooding the air around him.

Leo runs to his beach chair and grabs his swords, throwing one at the machine and vanishing for a second before reappearing besides CJ. Leo stabs one of the katanas into the device and starts swinging it around in the rainbow light that spills.

Leon's markings start glowing, and the aurora turns blue.

"Don't change it yet, Bishop is still out there!" Casey pleads, running to watch the portal.

"ERRGH, MAKE UP YOUR MINDS!" Leo yells angrily, straining to keep the portal from glitching as the overwhelming power starts to spark across his arms. "Ow! Hurry up!"

Casey stops just outside of the portal and calls out to Bishop.

"Run!"

"WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M DOING?!"

"They're catching up!"

Bishop grabs the last noisemaker grenade, pulls the pin, and throws it back at the two mercenaries. It smacks right into Mr. Touch's face, getting lodged in his mouth before he screams and spits it out, jumping out of the way before a loud screeching shockwave sends them all flying.

Bishop goes tumbling through the portal before faceplanting onto the ground beside Casey. The shockwave knocks Leo down, the sword crashing against the device and closing the portal just as the two mercenaries try to reach out for it.

The beach scene swipes away, a new view of a new island taking it's place.

Bishop pants and heaves on the ground by CJ, looking over his shoulder shakily before his arms give out and he rolls onto his back.

"...That was the worst. I think my back is now in the shape of the letter 'S'. Thanks, kid..."

"Did... did we just banish two dudes to live alone on a lost tropical island in the middle of nowhere?" Casey whispers.

"Looks that way. But I'm sure they'll be fine..."

"So, you must be Agent Bishop, huh?" Leo asks skeptically, leaning over the young man.

"What's left of him," Bishop chuckles. "Ow, my body... and you're Leo, correct?"

"That is classified information," the slider growls, crossing his arms.

"Nice to meet you," Bishop groans as he slowly sits up and gets to his feet.

"Wish I could say the same."

Casey smacks Leo's arm.

"What??" Leo asks incredulously. "Look dude, I know you trust him, but I don't know him, and he works for the people that tortured Mikey. I'm sorry, but he hasn't exactly earned my trust just yet."

"I get it," Bishop responds, cracking his back in pain. "I really do. And for the record, I don't work for the EPF anymore. What they're doing is wrong, in every sense, and it needs to end. I'm working to make things right. And hopefully, this --" he gestures to the new portal "-- helps to prove it?"

Leo sighs and rolls his eyes.

"Maybe. We'll see."

"Fair enough, I guess. Casey," Bishop turns to the human teen and claps him on the shoulder. "Nice work. Don't be a stranger. You still have my number, as well as Honeycutt's. If you ever need anything, let me know."

Casey smiles proudly and nods.

"Well, I think that might be everything, so I should get going..."

"Here, let me help you with that!" Leo says with a snarky smile, his sword slashing the air and creating a portal beneath Agent Bishop, causing him to fall through.

He lands in a pile of trash bags on the city streets of NYC with a soft yelp followed by disorientation. The confusion quickly dissipates once he gets his bearings, and he cleans himself off before heading to the EPF building.

He makes his way into the compound somehow without drawing attention, and quietly goes back up to Honeycutt's office. He knocks this time rather than bust in like earlier this morning.

"Coming!" the professor calls out before answering the door. "Oh! John! You're back... are you alright?"

Bishop hands the jelly-gun and cracked sonar device to the old man.

"...Tech works great, doc..... But, uh... I broke the tracker. A-and the noisemakers, those are gone too."

Honeycutt looks Bishop over before giving an exasperated sigh.

"I don't care about the tracker or the tech. Get in here, you look like crap."

Bishop heaves a heavy sigh himself and relaxes. He tumbles onto the old man, who leads him into the lab to help take care of his injuries.

"Have you been to the hospital?" Honeycutt asks.

"No.... too risky."

"Your entire back is bruised."

"But nothing's broken, right?"

Honeycutt looks him over and nods.

"But I'm no doctor on the human condition," he reminds him. "I just know tech. John, you should really go to a hospital or ER or --"

"If I go to a doctor, then the EPF will hear about it. They'll ask questions. That's bad. So... just some painkillers and ointment for now will do, thanks."

Honeycutt rolls his eyes.

"...You need to be more careful, you know."

"Yeah, I know. But someone needs to do this job..."

Honeycutt grumbles angrily.

"Are you mad at me, doc?" Bishop asks, as the old man starts to bandage his ribs.

"No, no... I just... why can't you stay out of this whole business for a bit? Take a break?"

Bishop turns around and stares at him.

"...Are you worried? About me?"

"Well... yes. I'm a frail old man and a worrywart at heart, so of course I get anxious about secret missions and dangerous weapons and evil mercenaries! And, at the risk of sounding even more pathetic than I realize I already am, I don't exactly have... a lot of friends here..."

Bishop blinks.

"Oh."

"So yes, worry about you, John. I don't want to lose the only person I can trust in this place. I'm... I'm honestly scared. I'm a grown man and I'm scared. I should be considering retirement plans, but instead I wake up and wonder if this'll be the day I get drawn and quartered by my coworkers. Or worse, what will happen if you get drawn and quartered."

Bishop sighs.

"Okay. I'm sorry for worrying you. But this is important, and if I don't do it..."

"Then maybe someone else will," Honeycutt offers. "You aren't the only hero around, John!"

"No, maybe not. But I know who will have to step up for Mikey and his family, and it isn't fair to ask them to fight like that. They're just kids, Doc. And I need to make things right. For all of my mistakes."

Prof. Honeycutt sighs.

"...You're right. But... what if something happens to you?"

Bishop shrugs.

"I guess I'll cross that bridge when I come to it."

"Let's hope that never happens..." Honeycutt mutters to himself as he helps to treat the injuries.

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[normal-internet-user]

Could I request the 2012 tmnt mikey with a 'secret' s/o reader who is an assassin? She is really serious and scary, but she is so soft for Mikey and she is really skilled with a lot of weapons and even without weapons!

After a while of them dating Mikey tells splinter and his brothers and his brothers don't really believe him, but splinter wants to meet her anyway so Mikey convinces her to meet his family! And she is really respectful but also kinda snarky.

(This is completely optional, but maybe she is originally from Scotland)

-🍈

Ooohh Yes. Yes. Yes. just, yes.

MIKEY WITH AN ASSASSIN GIRLFRIEND

You two would probably meet after he got seperated from his brothers while on patrol.

You'd probably start out as just friends for a little while,

Emphasis on little.

When you start dating he'll start sneaking out of the Lair to visit you at what you call your "safehouse".

With anyone else but your sweet sweet Michel,

You are a hardcore bitch.

Sarcasm and Snark,

You will take zero shit.

Ya know, that sterotypical angry Scot.

One time Mikey joined you on one of your information missions, and it went a bit like this...

"I have ways of making ya talk. Painful ones- Mikey, love, please don't touch anything, we don't know what it is, you could get hurt. Ahem- Like I was sayin'-"

His brothers obviously catch on after a bit,

I mean who wouldn't notice how much... quieter the Lair seemed?

Their first glimce of you is when you save Mikey out of nowhere during an encounter with the kraang,

You were in and out, saving you're boyfriend then leaving before they could do more than catch your eye.

They don't know who you are or why you saved their brother but they're definitly grateful.

Obviously Mikey knew it was you, so he called you to thank you when he got home.

His brothers were definitly snooping and overheard him call you "Babe"

Leo whipped his head around like, "ExCUsE mE?"

They didn't say anything, just kinda kept an eye on Mikey for a while.

Whenever Mikey visits you, it's like you just can't help but be all soft and sweet.

How could be anything else to your wonderful sunshine?

Eventually, Mikey will want you to meet his family,

And it's something he's super excited about, how could you say no?

So one day, he shows up at the Lair with you annoucing loudly to the entire household that you were his girlfriend.

Raph literally busted out laughing, asking you how much you were getting paid.

You just scowled, and in your thick accent said, "I ain't getting paid shit. My payment is the absolute fuckin joy of a person and living embodiment of sunshine you call your brother."

Raph still chuckling replied, "Alright, chill out Leperchaun. I get the point."

"Leperchauns are Irish you fuckin imp. I'm Scottish."

Before Raph could snark back, Leo interrupted to formally introduce himself.

You shook his hand with a smirk, while Mikey happily watched you interact with his family.

After you meet his brothers, he drags you towards the dojo to meet Splinter.

He excitedly introduces you as his girlfriend, and Splinter sends Mikey away to have a private conversation with you.

"So," he starts, smiling lowly, "You are the famous (Name) that Michelangelo tells me so much about?"

You blushed in an embarrassed way, "Mikey talks about me?"

Splinter nodded, "All the time. He thinks you are a very beautiful and funny girl. In his own words, the most beautiful girl he's ever seen."

"Oh..."

Splinter chatted with you for a while, giving you full permission to visit whenever you please, even inviting you join the boys in training.

Mikey is so happy you get along well with his family, now he can spend time freely with the girl he loves and his beloved family!

[valentiyne]

𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 ❀ 𝗅𝗎𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌

Luke Hemmings x Fem!Reader Summary: Requested! Luke goes M.I.A for the second leg of their world tour, sparking a one sided tear in his relationship Warnings: Sappy Luke & happy ending I promise :-) Word Count: 1.3k (not proofread) Copyright © 2023 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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Luke Hemmings had a secret.

Not a small one-He didn't eat the last of my leftovers, nor did he use my expensive face wash in the shower. His secret was something his heart couldn't keep any longer. He'd been away on tour for 3 months now, and every night the only updatesI'd recieve about him through the boys.

"Mikey, you gotta tell me what's going on with him", I plead into the phone, biting nervously at my nails.

'Y/n, I have no idea.. I'm sorry." Im met with yet another click and I groan in frustration

I had begged each of them to tell me what's going on, all of them shrugging their shoulders or brushing off my question. I was one phone call away from hopping on the next international flight available and causing a scene at soundcheck.

"Hello?", I crammed my phone into the nook of my neck and shoulder as I heard shuffling on the other line. I stood in front of the coffee table, cleaning up the mess from the cheese and crackers I scarfed down while watching their newest interview. Luke seemed so out of focus- the boys having to nudge him to snap out of it and answer questions thrown his way.

"-oh you know what I mean", I heard a woman giggle from the other side of the phone as well as Luke's wholesome laugh. Pulling my phone away quickly, I scan the screen at the Caller ID to confirm that it indeed was my Luke calling me.

"Luke? Hello?", I try again, ultimately putting the phone on speaker to hear better. I was trying to ignore the uneasiness in my stomach forming, placing the crumby plate back down on the table before I sat down on the couch to steady myself.

"I mean she really has no idea about any of this", he says cooly, his voice speaking a little louder. I heard the woman with him laugh once more before speaking,

"Does she even know you've been in town for a couple weeks now?"

My heart drops, putting the phone on the coffee table in front of me, I bounce my legs up and down before slamming my finger down to end the call. It was one thing for him to be lying to me- but to cheat?

I cross my legs on the couch, ignoring the numerous calls from Luke that started to pour in. I couldn't stop laughing to myself- laughing about the fact I was stupid to think he'd casually be gone three months without contacting me once.

My eyes wander over to the display of rewards that littered the shelves, each one I can name the exact date and album they were granted for. I stood by his side since the release of their very first EP, recorded in his childhood bedroom. I stared at the photographs, a moment in time that was perfectly capturing our happiness. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the walls, not even when the front door swung open and a sweaty Luke stood in the doorway.

"Baby?", his tone is soft and sincere, nothing like the Luke that I overheard on the phone. I don't bat an eye towards him, my jaw clenched as he dropped his bag and moved closer.

"Baby please, look at me?", he steps in front of me now, crouching down to meet my dark eyes. He gives a sheepish smile before putting his large hand against my cheek,

"How much did you hear", sighing as he now pulls his hand to his hair now, waiting for any kind of response from me.

"When did you get back?"

He stares at me for a moment, trying to put on a shocked expression on his face. I stare at him now, my eyes meeting his baby blue ones.

"I got back on the 1st." He replies slowly, almost as if he's catching himself in a lie. Today was now the 13th- of February.

"Were you going to miss Valentine's Day too?", my voice is shaky, mentally beating myself up as I told myself I wasn't going to cry.

He pulls me into a tight hug, inhaling my scent for a moment before hoisting me up and carrying me towards our shared bedroom. The furniture we picked out together, stopping into four different stores before we found the exact materials to make it our home.

"No. Baby listen to me. Im going to make this up to you okay? Tomorrow morning I want you to dress up pretty like you always do and meet me at that resturant you love- the one on 21st street okay?" He whispers into my ear, placing me down on the bed slowly.

"Who is the girl?", I look towards the floor, watching him rub his eyes tiredly with a sigh.

"It'll all make sense tomorrow, okay?"

I give a mere nod before turning away from him and pulling the blankets closer to myself.

-

The resturant appeared closed on the outside, the February air littering my thighs with goosebumps as I look around for any indication that Luke was already here. I spotted what I thought was Michael's Tesla in an alleyway, but I brushed it off thinking it was someone else's. We didn't talk all morning, his side of the bed was empty when I woke and I didn't put up a fight about it this time. He held me all night, not loosing his grip no matter how many times I tried to push him away.

"Are you inside?" My fingers move slowly, having the push harder on the screen to get my cold tips to be detected.

He reads the text, not bothering to respond. I let out a large sigh and push past the revolving doors, spinning around until I'm met with the hostess. She gave me a nervous smile before leading me towards the back of the empty resturant, turning behind her to look me in the eyes numerous times.

The sound of plates clattering and people talking caught my attention, my eyes averting their gaze to the long dinner table. There, sat the boys, their companies and close family friends. I stood in confusion before Michael smacked Luke's arm quickly, causing him to turn around and face me.

"Y/n", He was breathless, staring down at me with a goofy smile on his face before he finally put one foot in front of the other. Reaching down, he grasped my small hand and dragged me to the front of the dinner table, his hands sweaty and body shaking.

"Luke what's going o-"

"Shh, please don't talk or Im going to forget everything I memorized and start crying" He laughs softly and I peer behind him, taking note of the numerous phones pointed towards me. I give his a confused look, my eyebrows raising as he takes my hand again.

"You have the core of my heart beating for you, a love beyond what a metaphor can express. I love you with every fiber of my being", he starts, clearing his throat before fumbling with his pants pocket.

Oh god.

He slowly falls to one knee, keeping one hand in mine as he speaks. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his, it felt like we were the only two people on the entire planet.

"You are my rock, my constant source of strength, and my guiding light. I'm sorry for lying to you for so long, I just wanted it all to be perfect just like you. I needed to make sure the ring fit you perfectly and the sales lady was so excited for us. I want nothing more than to spend every day with you for eternity... Y/n", His eyes meet mine, a shaking hand reaching up holding a small box with a diamond ring in it. I gasp almost immediately, hitting his shoulder softly.

'Luke oh my god! Yes", I laugh and shove him again.

He wipes a tear with the back of his sleeve, smiling up at me with glistening eyes "I didn't even get to ask properly yet! Y/n, will you marry me- please?"

[xdivyxd]

Hey there! 🖤

Can you make a Gerard Way and Y/N story Inspired By a song "Lover" By Taylor Swift?

I would appreciate that! :-)

Omg you have no idea how much I love this idea!!!

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

Word count :767

Pairing: Gerard way x gn!Reader (no use of pronouns)

Description : so basically moments for Gerard and y/n's relationship inspired by lyrics in the song lover. I left the bridge and the end cuz omg I love this bridge sm!! Also what I wrote is the type of love that I want to have so badly

Gener: fluff (finally writing something that is not depressing)

Warning : none

'We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January. And this is our place, we make the rules'

"Do you think it's time to take the Christmas decorations already?" Gerard asked as he entered the living room, I turned to look at him, a fake disgusted look on my face, pretending to be offended by his question

"And why would we do that exactly?" I raised my right hand and placed it on my heart

"Cuz it's the end of January, all the other neighbors took theirs down" his soft laugh filled the room as I dramatically got up and walked towards him, my hands grasping at his arms as I looked him in the eyes dead serious "they. Are. Boring." I nodded quickly, he smiled at me "Christmas lights are fun. And this is pur house so we do whatever we want" I dramatically gestured towards the Christmas tree

He laughed again, his arms wrapping around my waist as he planted a soft kiss of my temple "we do whatever we want" He whispered in my ear as I smiled knowing that as long as I have him by side the Christmas decorations can stay up forever.

'Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years'

I remember telling my mom "He's the one I'm telling you!" I had just come back from our second date, I was still living with my mother, I was 20, i didn't know anything but for some reason I knew even then that Gerard is the one, mom didn'tbelieveme and i remember telling her "He's the one. I can feel it. It doesn't matter if I know him for only a few minutes or for many many years, he's my one."

Now I sit in Gerard's and mine's apartment, watching a movie with the man I love 

'Can we always be this close?'

I rest my head on Gerard's shoulder, our fingers linked together, he kisses my forehead, I look outside the window at the view we pass by the tour bus

He randomly whispers "I love you" and I whisper it back

We shear secret moments that are just for the two of us, even though the boys are on the bus, sitting not to far from us, talking about whatever

"I like having you close, it's like our hearts beat at the same pace" I whispered in his ear, he turned to meet my lips "please stay this close to me forever" he softly said and I nodded "I forever will"

'We could let our friends crash in the living room, This is our place. We make the call'

"It's fine if the guys stay over tonight? Too drunk to drive home" Gerard came into our room, I put my book down and smiled "of course they can. I live early tomorrow I have band rehearsal so you guys have the house if you need"

He nodded and leaned down to kiss my lips "You're the best" looking at him, I know the only important thing in my life is us, and the rest is just background noise so I didn't mind if the band stays here, besides I like them they're my friends too

'I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all'

"Damn has it really been three years since the two of you got together? " Ray asked as he put his glass back down on the table "it seems like only yesterday day Gerard came home and announced that he's inlove" mikey added, all of us laught at the fact that Gerard throw a napkin his way.  Gerard's hand holding mine and resting on my thigh "three years" I said proudly,  knowing that my man and I are planing on having many more years ahead of us "forever" Gerard said "right?" His eyes met mine "I want all my years to be spend by your side" I said, forgetting that we were out to dinner with the guys "aw you two are adorable and all but I want to be able to hold my food down" frank joked and broke us out of our bubble.

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover. My heart's been borrowed, and yours has been blue, All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover, And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me, And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover.

[well-what-did-you-expect]

hey!! if you’re taking requests, i’d like to request the tmnt 2012 turtles falling for a fem! reader who’s basically like your stereotypical raph. she loves fighting, loves working out, loud asf, short-tempered, blunt, sarcastic, cursed with resting bitch face, all that jazz. but, once you get to know her, she’s actually really funny and sweet. NEVER afraid to speak her mind, so she may come across as rude or sassy at times, but she never really means to be. DEFINITELY has mild adhd and is on the autism spectrum. 🫶

TMNT2012 : Modern Day Cain

included : leonardo “leo” hamato, raphael “raph” hamato, donatello “donnie” hamato, michelangelo “mikey” hamato

summary : hcs: the boys falling for a reader who is similar to raph (attitude, rough and tough act, head-strong, short-tempered, etc.)

warnings : none? pretty sure

disclaimers : fem!reader, she/her & you/your pronouns

track [1 of 1] : modern day cain , i don’t know how but they found me

word count : 618

Leonardo "Leo" Hamato

When Leo first met you and saw that you had attitude, his first thought was 'Oh, great, another Raph.'

It took them a while to get past your rough and tough exterior, but once they got to know you better, they started falling, and they fell HARD.

Full on tripping over her words, getting flustered easily, you're the only thing on her mind when she realizes that she likes you.

Definitely talks to Master Splinter about you.

Would never bring his crush on you up to his brothers, especially Raph.

"So when I have an attitude, you hate it, but when she has an attitude, you think it's adorable?!" would be Raph's reaction upon finding out.

Because you are very head-strong, sometimes you and Leo end up butting heads due to your opinions differing.

You would definitely be workout buddies with Raph.

Also when fixating on something, Mikey loves having infodump sessions with you, especially if you both are fixated on something similar/the same thing.

Leo loves when you get along with their brothers.

Raphael "Raph" Hamato

In the beginning, you and Raph are constantly butting heads. You both are very short-tempered and head-strong so when your opinions differ, it's a bull match between you two.

After some time, it's not as bad as it was, you learn to compromise.

They teach you some stuff as a way of flirting without being obvious.

It takes a while for him to get a crush on you, he's supposed to be the tough guy, he doesn't have time for feelings.

But everytime you remind them that being strong involves being in tune with your feelings, they start to allow themself to fall for you.

He doesn't understand his feelings for you, he's confused. Like 'Why does my stomach feel weird whenever we're training together? Why can't I think straight when I talk to her?'

They don't want to get teased by their brothers so they keep their crush a secret, but everyone knows, except for you.

Donatello "Donnie" Hamato

Similar to Leo, he's not excited that you are basically another Raph. He's not a fan of the short-tempered, sarcastic, loudness that is you.

Being more logical and rational, he clashes with your 'punch first, ask questions later' attitude. But hey, they do say opposites attract.

Once he realizes that he's starting to like you, he tries to avoid you as much as possible. He's had his human-mutant "relationship" experience and it didn't go well. *cough* April *cough*

When you let down your tough exterior is when he falls hard, he basically smacked the floor with how hard he fell.

He's in love with your sense of humor. If you were to crack a joke that had anything to do with science or robotics, he would fall harder than ever.

Michelangelo "Mikey" Hamato

Being the baby brother, Mikey knows how his hot-headed brother is. He knows that Raph can be caring, despite the rough exterior.

Mikey figures you're the same way. Tough on the outside, soft on the inside.

They fall hard and fast, completely head over heels for you. They're like a lovesick puppy, following at your feet, treating you like a princess.

His crush on you is obvious to everyone, except you. At first, you think it's annoying how he's always by your side, but over time, he starts to grow on you.

If you were to come into the kitchen when they were cooking and matched his goofy energy, they would break. They love it so much.

Don't even get me started on when you both are hyper together. You two being energetic and chaotic, he loves it! Although the others aren't too happy with all the commotion if they're busy (which they most likely are).

[hoejosatoru]

your faves written by my faves

I believe all anime men can be categorized by if they were written by Taylor Swift, Lana Del Rey, or Ethel Cain. 

Characters: jujutsu kaisen, haikyuu, chainsaw man, tokyo revengers, demon slayer, attack on titan, hunter x hunter, buddy daddies, MHA, hell’s paradise

CW for suggestive content, toxic relationship for Ethel Cain category. All characters are time skip as applies (ex Tokyo rev/haikyuu). MDNI 

Written by Taylor Swift

Sweet & Romantic. The boy next-door type. Friends to lovers vibe. The type to throw rocks at your window and get you to sneak out just to watch the stars. Writes you letters. So many of each other’s firsts. Feels like a fairytale. Can range from a soft and gentle love to one that's fast and exciting, depending on person/situation. Always holds your hand when walking. A strong, healthy relationship. Would literally rather die than upset you. Buys you flowers. Sends you songs he thinks you’ll love. Calls you sweetheart, baby, my love. Loved by your friends and family. Makes you believe in love.

Yuta Okkotsu, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Denji (I swear once he calms down a lil he’d be a great partner), Takemichi, Mitsuya, Hakkai, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Shinichiro, Hinata Shoyo, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Akaashi, Bokuto, Kageyama, Osamu, Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Kenma, 99% of the haikuu cast unless listed elsewhere, Giyu, Rengoku, Jean, Connie, Armin, Kurapika, Leorio, Kazuki, Hawks

“Can I tell you a secret?” your best friend asks. You’re laying out on a blanket, watching the stars. You look at him, admiring how they twinkle in his eyes.

“Of course.” 

“I think I love you.” He looks at you then, filling your chest with warmth. You’ve waited for him to say those words for so long, to name what has always existed between you.

“Can I show you what I think?” He nods eagerly. You lean in, pressing your lips to his. It is everything you always hoped it would be. He smiles into your kiss. “I think I love you, too.”

Written by Lana Del Rey

Sensual & Intense. Bad boy or hard exterior, but soft on the inside. Likes showing you off, but hates when other men look at you. Always has a hand on your lower back. Possessive, but in a controlling way. Dress slutty I can fight type. And he means it he will fuck anyone up for you. Makes you feel safe. Most likely to have a scandalous type of relationship (like an age gap, he has a bad reputation, etc). Probably has some sorta vice (smoking/drinking/fighting). High sex drive, he just can’t resist you :(. Probably has a daddy kink or is a dom (mostly soft/pleasure). Calls you princess, angel, pretty girl. Sometimes the relationship can be toxic, but you know the foundation is built on love. 

Draken, Mikey, Ran, Rindou, Wakasa, Baji, Taiju, Inui, Koko, Sanzu, Izana, Kakucho, basically all of tokyo rev unless listed elsewhere, Rei, Toji, Geto, Gojo, Nanami, Suna, Terushima, Atsumu, Ushijima, Coach Ukai, Aki, Kishibe, Tengen, Obanai, Sanemi, Akaza, Levi, Eren, Reiner, Zeke, Aizawa, Gabimaru, Yamada Asaemon Shion, Tenza

“Come ‘ere baby,” he calls to you. He’s been eyeing you in that little sundress all night and his will power has run thin. You stand between his legs, looking down at him with a soft smile. The setting sun twinkles against the chain around his neck, making him look extra handsome. His large hand is on the back of your thigh, sliding up higher and higher and- you gasp his name and he squeezes your ass under your dress.

“People are gonna see!” you whisper yell, gesturing to all your friends mingling in your backyard. He has a lazy smile on his face as he rubs circles on your inner thigh.

“Don’t care,” he says, “Can’t resist my pretty girl anymore.”

Written by Ethel Cain

Toxic & Addictive. A waling red flag, but baby you are color blind. You know you shouldn’t, but there’s just something about him. He’s addictive. Super possessive and controlling. Always has his hands on you. Leaves bruises. Most likely to be a criminal or something darker. Would kill for you. Swears he loves you and that's why he acts so crazy. Honestly brings out the crazy in you too. Super high sex drive, wants you all the time. Hard dom. Calls you my girl when feeling nice, slut when he isn’t. Says my slut when he’s somewhere in between. Codependent. Fuck everyone but us type.

Sukuna, Douma, Hantengu clones, Muzan, Gyutaro, Hanma, Aza Chobe, Chrollo, Feitan, hisoka, illumi

He has your jaw in his hands, squeezing. Hard. There’s a twisted smile on his face, one that makes your heart race and your thighs rub together. 

“You know you can never leave me, right?” he questions you. Though you know it is no question right. “You’re mine. Forever.” His hips have you pinned to the bed as he licks up your neck.

“All yours,” you reply. And you mean it. You were two halves of a fucked up whole. You loved him even if it drove you crazy.

His hand goes down your pants. “Good girl.”

[youatemylollipop]

A/N: This is another variant of the requested one-shot based on what the requester actually wanted. I also wanted to pinpoint that this is my first time writing a direct one-shot about Izana, so I apologize if I had accidentally made him a bit ooc. But let’s hope that this time it will apply to what you had in mind!🖤

Request: “I loved your Izana headcanons! Can I possibly ask for something with Yan! Izana snatching Mikey’s s/o away from him?”

Original Version: The Year Spring Never Arrived

Synopsis: Manjirō wasn’t the same boy you once knew. You understood where he was coming from, of course. Still, there was nothing strange in wanting your boyfriend to show you at least some bits of the past love he once held for you.

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Characters: Kurokawa Izana X Reader X Sano Manjirō

⚠️ WARNING: Angst, obsession, jealousy, possessiveness, romanticized yandere behavior, yandere Izana, grief/mourning, unhealthy coping mechanisms, self hatred, emotional and physical cheating, mentions of death, miscommunication, signs of manipulation, explicit sexual content, underage? (Reader is 16/17 years old and Izana is 19), implied dub-con, cursing, mind break, MDNI!!

Word Count: 12.4K

“I slept with Izana,” you say, the words hanging in the thickening air like a weighty confession. The bouquet of fresh blue hyacinths falls from his hands and lands on the pavement with a soft rustle. Mikey's eyes widen, and his body seems to freeze as he processes what you just said.

A long silence follows, filled with tension that thickens the air around you with each passing second. You can feel the weight of Mikey's gaze on you, his eyes dark with a mix of shock and disbelief.

“I was actually just on my way to your place,” you say, your voice carefully measured as you try to ease the ever so growing tension. “I—I mean, I care for you a lot and didn't want to keep it a secret from you.”

The tense silence is thick enough to cut with a knife, the air heavy with unspoken emotions. The blond boy standing before you interrupts the uneasy stillness, his voice barely above a whisper. Gaze, fixated on the two pairs of feet beneath, one belonging to him.

“Was it me?” His voice is quivering with a mix of uncertainty and fear as he speaks. As if he already knows the answer, but can’t bring himself to accept it. His mind, consumed with the possibility that he might have been the one responsible for the situation that has led you to this moment.

“I’m so sorry Manjirō!” You cry out, tears falling down your cheeks. “I never meant to hurt you!”

You hiccup, trying to find the right words to explain, even though you know it’s meaningless. “It’s just that I’ve been feeling so lonely and neglected lately and Izana was there and-”

Your voice catches in your throat as you struggle to articulate the complex emotions roiling within you. The weight of your loneliness presses down on you like a physical force, and you feel like you're drowning in it.

As you speak, your words tumble out in a jumbled rush, tripping over each other in their haste to escape your lips. Your thoughts are a tangled mess, and you can feel your heart racing as you struggle to make sense of them. Your breaths come in short, sharp gasps, and you feel light-headed and disoriented.

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes and trying to center yourself. The air is cool and crisp against your skin, and you can feel it filling your lungs as you inhale. Slowly, you begin to calm down, and your stuttering voice steadies itself.

With a sense of mounting dread, you realize that you're about to say something that could change everything. But you can't keep it inside any longer—the words are burning a hole in your chest, and you have to let them out.

"And I couldn't help but question your love for me," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. The words hang in the air like a death knell, and you feel a sense of despair wash over you.

“[Name]-chin…” Mikey sniffles, taking a step closer. “I’m sorry for making you feel that way. I’m not angry with you, it was my fault not yours.”

Mikey stands before you, his eyes filled with remorse and regret. His voice quivers as he addresses you, his tone laced with sorrow. You can hear the sadness in his voice as he apologizes for the pain he caused you. With each word, you can sense the weight of his guilt and the sincerity of his remorse.

As he takes a step closer, you notice the tears that have welled up in his eyes. His vulnerability makes your heart ache. You can feel the tension in the air as he swallows hard. “If you want, I’m willing to look past this.”

You shake your head, “No, you shouldn’t.” He really shouldn’t. Because it was you who had screwed things up. So you stand your ground, unwilling to let him take the blame for your mistake.

If only you were more patient and gave him time, things wouldn't be this way. God, how much you hate yourself for putting him into this position. As if his life isn't hard enough already.

"You're not at fault, [Name]-chin," as he speaks, the words seem to hang heavily in the air, as though they are reluctant to leave his lips.

His voice is soft and gentle, like a soothing balm to your troubled heart. As he falls to his knees, you can feel the chill of the hard ground seeping into your bones, but you don’t care. All that matters is the warmth of his presence next to you.

"I promise I'll do better," he adds, looking up at you, eyes filled with misery. You close your eyes as his thumb goes up to brush away the tears, before settling on your damp cheeks. The touch is gentle, yet firm, as though trying to erase the pain and hurt that has been etched there. You can smell the faint scent of his cologne and feel the warmth of his breath against your face.

It's quiet for a while, and sniffles can be heard coming from both of you. Then, he embraces you, whispers of promises filling your ear. Your eyes meet his, and you can see the raw emotion in his expression. His eyes are pleading with you, silently begging for forgiveness. You can feel your resolve melting away under his gaze, like ice thawing in the warmth of the sun.

It's hard to resist the pleading look in his eyes and the intensity of his emotions. However, you know that things won’t ever be the same, and that you should stand up and walk away. So you stand your ground, ignoring the sudden stab that pierces your heart, and as you speak, the words come out strangely refreshing, as if a boulder had been lifted from your shoulders.

"I'm sorry Manjiro, but it's time to face the truth. We've grown apart. It's nobody's fault, but we can't keep pretending everything's okay."

The downpours had been unusually aggressive that night, making it impossible for you to get any proper sleep. You were currently in the kitchen, standing near the microwave and waiting for the popcorn to finish. Since you couldn't fall asleep, you had decided to embark on a quick movie marathon with all the films that you had at some point wanted to watch but never found the motivation to actually do so.

As the popcorn continued to pop, a few knocks sounded from outside the corridor. You tiptoed toward the front door—which was kinda stupid you now realized since you knew that it was pretty unlikely that anyone would be able to hear you over the howling wind. Besides, the fact that the lights were on already made your presence obvious.

It was difficult to make out the silhouette, but deep down, you knew who it was. The tight squeeze in your chest spoke volumes for it, and something told you that it had to be serious in order for your boyfriend to come here at this hour, in this kind of weather.

“[Name]-chin…” His voice was hoarse, and due to the puffiness of his almost completely red eyes, it was evident that he had been crying for a long time. This was fairly unusual since Mikey had never been one to openly express his vulnerabilities.

You quickly ushered him inside, helping him to take off his shoes and coat before sending him to the bathroom so that he could take a warm bath. In the meantime, you found some of your dads old and unused clothes as well as one of your oversized hoodies that you knew would fit him just fine.

It took a while for him to finally come out, but even after he did, Mikey seemed both less bratty, but also more bratty, than usual, appearing conflicted. On one hand, he didn't want to bother you because he feared you might eventually grow tired of him and leave him. On the other hand, he wanted you to spoil him and show his vulnerability since you were the only person with whom he felt completely comfortable and trusted.

The movie marathon was now canceled as you had mentally decided that you would put all your attention on your boyfriend who clearly needed it the most. You led him into your bedroom beckoning him to take the side that was pressed against the wall. However, instead of laying down next to him, you sat on the edge of the bed, caressing his cheek gently, like your mother would do when you were little before going to sleep.

“Do you want some dorayaki?” Onyx eyes blinked sleepily up at your figure before nodding his head slightly. Giving the male a gentle smile, you quietly padded toward the kitchen, hoping not to startle your sleeping parents, before returning to your bedroom.

Mikey was staring through the window with a dazed expression, the aggressive bursts from the wind outside receiving no reaction from the blond. His mind was seemingly completely elsewhere, and whatever it was that was occupying his attention made him completely ignorant to his surroundings.

Only as you placed the plate of his favorite pastries, did he finally acknowledge your presence, but paid little attention to the treats. Noticing this, you crawled over the bed to get closer to him.

“Is everything okay?” Paying no mind to your question, the male simply scooted closer to you, as he wanted to feel your body against his. He wrapped his muscular arms around your waist while nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. For the first time that day, Mikey felt grounded when he caught the familiar combination of lavender and chocolate.

“I have another brother,” he mumbled quietly, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion at the sudden statement. He had another brother? Then how come he didn’t know about this till now?

Why does Manjirō look so sad?

"What do you mean?" You asked tentatively, gently running your fingers through his long ash blonde locks. This made the boy let out hums of appreciation as you did your best to comfort him.

“[Name]-chin…” He whispered quietly, pulling away from you slightly in order to get a more proper look of your face. “You won’t leave me right? You'll stay with me?”

Where was this coming from?

“Why would I ever leave you, silly?” You tried to word it as a lighthearted joke in hopes of easing his nerves. However, it did not seem to work as Mikey looked at you with the same urgency as before, if only a bit subsided.

“It’s just that I know that I’m not a pleasing person to be around, and,” he trailed off, not finding the strength to meet your intense gaze. “Izana already seems to hate me…”

Izana?

Taking notice of your increasingly confused gaze, Mikey pulled away completely. He then sat himself straight. You followed his course of action and put your legs into a cross-legged position.

“Remember when I told you about a newly formed gang called Tenjiku a few days ago?” You pursed your lips in concentration as you tried to recall exactly what Mikey had told you. The name sounded awfully familiar, but more as a distant whisper, until a lightbulb appeared above your head and memories began to flood back.

“Right, isn’t it that the gang from Yokohama that’s been taking down Toman members recently?” Mikey nodded his head solemnly, and you could tell that the topic seemed to take a toll on him. A part of you wanted to tell him that he didn’t need to talk about this right now if he didn’t want to, but another wanted to be there for him and let him vent everything that he’s been suppressing so far.

The boy, with ash blonde locks falling over his face, explained in a subdued manner, “He's leading it.” His downcast eyes and refusal to make eye contact betrayed his struggle to maintain composure. His voice was so faint and weak that you had to lean in to hear him.

You hated seeing him like this. So fragile and sad. This wasn't your Manjirō. You didn’t know who this Izana person was, but you sure as hell did not appreciate the way he made your usually bright ball of sunshine feel. You knew just how much family meant for him and how destroyed he must feel to know that his apparent brother was doing his best to ruin him.

Taking a hold of his larger hand, you gently squeezed it as a form of reassurance before reaching out for one of the untouched dorayakis. “Here, I bought these today,” you cooed, pecking his cheek sweetly.

“I tried visiting you today,” a small pout appeared on your face as you tried to bait him with the dorayaki while holding it right in front of his face. “But Ken-chan told me that you weren’t home and needed some time for yourself.”

Mikey could feel a faint smile forming on his lips, hidden beneath the strands of ash. Shaking his head slightly, the boy opened his mouth, a silent request for you to feed him. Deciding to humor him, you swayed with the dorayaki in a similar way that he would quite often play with his taiyakis. Mikey couldn’t help but giggle since it looked more like a floating pancake than a fish in the deep sea.

However, as soon as he took a bite of the seemingly entrancing pastry, the dream-like state he had previously found himself in instantly vanished. You noticed the sudden change in his facial expression and furrowed your eyebrows, taking a small bite of the fluffy pancake, as you wondered what could have caused such a reaction from him.

Widening your eyes, you sent Mikey an apologetic smile before explaining what had happened today. "I'm sorry, Manjirō,” you said softly, “that strange boy took me by surprise, and I didn't see which flavors I took.” Deliberately not bringing up the fact that you had initially contemplated which flavor you wanted to buy for him.

As you decided to take the other pancake pastry to ensure it had the right flavor, the boy furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “What boy?” He asked, staring at you intently, causing your hand to freeze in midair.

Blinking at him dumbly, you simply let out a barely audible, ‘Huh?’ escaped your lips as you continued to stare at him with a blank expression. Mikey didn’t seem to buy it, however, as his gaze remained fixated on you.

"Oh, did I say boy?" You laughed awkwardly, trying to divert his attention from your slip-up. "What I meant to say was a completely harmless old man who was actually going to buy some freshly baked pastries for his grandchildren."

“[Name]-chin…”

“Did I mention that he looked awfully similar to Grandpa Sano?” You dared to sneak a small glance in your boyfriend's direction as you finished that sentence, only to be met by the most adorable expression you’ve ever seen. Lies. Any expression your boyfriend makes could win the award for the world's most adorable.

The male puffed out his cheeks, and you couldn't help but coo at him. Your hands instinctively reached up to pinch the soft flesh, but Mikey half-heartedly swatted them away. He was about to say something, but you interrupted him before he could speak.

“Do you know how much you resemble a chipmunk whenever you puff your cheeks out like that?” You spoke teasingly, still hoping that you’d manage to make him forget about the previous conversation. And it seemed to work, since you saw the way his right eye twitched at the comment. Though, the newly found pinkness dusting his cheeks showed that the displayed annoyance was anything but true.

The boy huffed, sending you an annoyed glare. “That cheap trick wouldn’t even fool Baji, and you think that it’d work on me?” His expression was screaming ‘tantrum throwing child’ and you're pretty sure that you have never seen the blond look so offended before.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his comment, subconsciously imagining what Keisuke’s reaction would look like had he been here right now. Though, amusement was also accompanied by bits of nostalgia and sadness as past memories of you together with your childhood best friend suddenly came rushing back intensely.

“What happened?” You blinked, Mikey’s voice somehow managing to bring you back to the present. Focusing your attention back on him, you noticed the look of concern that his eyes were carrying. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

You shook your head, pursing your lips while trying to find the right words to say. “No, he didn’t hurt me,” you spoke carefully, left hand rubbing your other arm as you tried to rid yourself of the growing tension inside your body. “It’s just that he said something…strange.”

Mikey’s concern grew with your answer, as an uneasy feeling settled within his bones. “What did he say?”

You fumbled with the hem of your pajama top, doing your best to remember the orchid-eyed male’s parting words. “I’m not sure if I remember, but…” you trailed off, trying to recall which exact words he had used.

As you peruse the array of pastries on the counter of the quaint shop you are visiting, your eyes linger on a particular dorayaki filled with precious red bean paste that you know your childish boyfriend adores so much. But a mischievous impulse tugs at you, tempting you to buy the curry-filled option that you know he despises.

You are too far gone in your own little world, contemplating which option to choose. Suddenly, a shiver runs down your spine as you feel as if somebody is watching you. Just as you are about to turn around and survey your surroundings, the bell jingles merrily as someone opens the glass-tinted door, announcing their arrival to the shop.

Blinking a few times, in order to bring yourself back to reality, ordinary [e/c] are met by a pair of gorgeous yet unfamiliar lilac—or perhaps pink—eyes. It isn’t the first time you see someone with eyes falling into this color palette, yet somehow they seem to be in a completely different category.

As you continue to gaze into the stranger's eyes, you are struck by the unique shade of color that dances within their irises. The hue is reminiscent of an orchid in full bloom, with delicate petals that curve and twist like the tendrils of a dream. You can’t help but feel captivated by the hypnotic beauty of the orchid-colored eyes that now hold you in their gaze.

“How long are you planning on staring?” A honeyed voice soon reaches your ears, forcing you out of the strange trance that you once again find yourself in.

The male’s voice is mostly monotone, though you can still identify a hint of annoyance lingering within it. He’s not exceptionally tall, but still strikingly beautiful. The tanned skin contrasts with the platinum blonde hair that looks to be almost strands of silver falling down his face.

“Haha,” you shake your head in order to bring yourself out of the trance that you once again find yourself in, rubbing the back of your head sheepishly as you send him a shy smile. “Sorry, it’s just that you’re so beautiful that I was at a loss for words.”

A pregnant pause soon follows as the male’s annoyed gaze gradually grows into one of curiosity and intrigue. You, on the other hand, can feel your own cheeks flare up in embarrassment, not believing that you just said something like that to a stranger. Not to mention, that it was the first sentence you had uttered.

Before he can utter another word, you quickly put two dorayakis of respective flavor into a paper bag and speed-walk out of the shop. You think you can hear somebody chasing after you but don’t pay much attention to it. Only when you feel a large hand take a hold of your arm do you stop, as the unknown person’s other hand goes up and covers your mouth preventing you from making any sound.

“Be quiet,” a hushed tone speaks gently into your ear as your eyes frantically search for an escape route, readying your left leg to lend a powerful kick if necessary. However, only as the man uncovers your mouth, do you notice how gentle his hold actually is, causing you to instantly relax.

You aren’t completely sure of what you were expecting, but you can’t help but believe that it should have been the tanned male from the pastry shop that had chased you. For some reason, it makes more sense than this. Yet instead, It was some unknown male with a large scar on his face. You simply have no clue as to why this man had been the one to do so, when you’ve never met before.

"You owe me 400 yen," says another, more familiar this time, voice. It’s low and menacing and seems to come from the beginning of the alleyway that you had suddenly found yourself in. You recognize him as the same boy you had just run away from, but he appears much calmer and put-together than you, with his tanned skin and well-groomed appearance.

You wonder why he’s demanding money from you and what he will do if you don’t pay him. As he observes the bewilderment in your [e/c] eyes, the male rolls his own.

“You didn’t pay for the pastries that you took,” he states plainly, gesturing towards the paper bag that you are clutching onto for dear life. After a moment, his words finally register in your brain, and the confusion that has been showing in your eyes transforms into embarrassment.

You hurriedly begin to search for your purse before pulling the brown square-shaped item out of your school bag. It’s then that you finally realize just how stupid you must have looked, running away from a pastry shop simply because you had accidentally complimented some random stranger.

"T-Thank you," you say, bowing your head. "And… uhm… I’m sorry for putting you in such an uncomfortable position." As you speak, the male steps closer to you, placing his fingers beneath your chin and tilting it upwards to face him.

“Interesting…” The male’s face is now uncomfortably closer to yours, orchid-colored eyes watching you carefully as if he’s inspecting you. “I think I’m starting to understand why he is so smitten by you.” Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you silently watch as he exits the alleyway, his scarred friend not far behind.

“He did say something about understanding why someone is smitten by me,” you spoke after recalling the event. At the mention of your words, Mikey's expression instantly grew serious, his eyebrows furrowing and his lips pressing together in concern. He leaned forward slightly and asked with a tone that showed a hint of suspicion. “What did he look like?”

You let out a deep breath, the weight of the conversation heavy on your mind. Your response was hesitant and quiet, almost as if you were afraid to speak too loudly. "He didn't look fully Japanese," you said, the words tumbling out almost reluctantly.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you try to recall the details of the encounter. "Maybe Filipino, I think?" you added, your voice trailing off as you searched your memory for any distinguishing features. The room was quiet as you spoke, the tension palpable as you struggled to put your thoughts into words.

The blond's face was a portrait of contemplation, his lips pursed tight in concentration as he gazed down at his lap. His piercing onyx eyes seemed lost in thought, as if he was grappling with a weighty decision. You strained to read his expression, but his luxurious ash blonde hair cascaded down in a veil, hiding his features from view. Despite your curiosity, you couldn't help but admire the silky strands as they shimmered in the light, creating a mesmerizing sight.

“If you see him again, I want you to tell me, alright?” Despite the fact that it had been phrased as a question, you could clearly hear the hidden demand behind the words. He wasn’t asking, but telling you that this was how you should act the next time this guy decides to approach you.

As you gazed deeply into Manjirō's eyes, you could sense the weight of his unease and anxiety. His fingers quivered in your grasp, their hold tight and unrelenting. Your brow furrowed, and you felt a pang of sympathy for his fears.

Drawing nearer to him, you caressed the back of his hand with gentle strokes, feeling the roughness of his skin against your fingertips. The warmth of his touch against yours offered a sense of solace.

"Manjirō," you whispered, the words caressing his name as they escaped your lips. You leaned in closer, your breath warm against his cheek. "There's no need to be afraid," you reassured him, your voice a soft melody that flowed like a gentle stream.

As you spoke, you could feel the tension in his body begin to ease, like a knot slowly unraveling. His eyes flickered with uncertainty, but he leaned into your words, like a sapling bending towards the sun.

With a gentle touch, you placed your hand on his shoulder, offering a comforting presence. "Nothing bad has happened," you repeated, your voice a soothing balm to the fears that plagued his heart.

But Mikey shook his head adamantly, a hint of desperation creeping into his quivering voice. "Promise me, [Name]-chin," he pleaded. "Please promise me you'll tell me."

You pursed your lips, your heart heavy with compassion. Slowly nodding your head, you wrapped your arms around him, holding him tenderly as you made your vow. "I promise," you murmured. "If he ever comes near me again, I'll let you know."

Your whisper was faint, but due to the close proximity of your lips to his ear, your words were impossible to miss. Despite the angry howling of the winds outside, Mikey could feel himself slowly relaxing inside the safe space of your warm and loving embrace.

As he nestled his face against the crook of your neck, Mikey's cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink that trailed down to his neck and ears. Breathing in your heavenly scent, he felt certain that, with you by his side, he could overcome anything.

“For fucks sake!" The boy snapped as all the pent up emotions that had been boiling up from within suddenly exploded. “Will you get off my back!”

Mikey's face contorted with rage as he yelled, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. The air was thick with tension as he struggled to contain the overwhelming emotions that had been building up inside him for so long. Finally, with a primal scream, he let it all out.

You couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness as you watched the young boy struggling with his pain. Despite the anger in his voice, you knew that he was hurting deeply and that he needed help. With a heavy heart, you raised your voice to match his, hoping to break through the wall of emotion that surrounded him.

The tension in the room was palpable as the air crackled with frustration and pain. Mikey's fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white, his face twisted into a mask of anger and hurt. You could see the tears glistening in his eyes, and your heart ached for him.

Tears began to pour down your cheeks as the two of you continued to hold eye contact. The blond looked like he wanted to say something, but was quick to cut himself off before he could accidentally cause any more damage than he already had.

You carefully took a step forward, nose stuffed with snot from all the crying. Gently grasping his hand, you pursed your lips slightly before meeting his hollow gaze. “P-Please just…” you hiccuped, “just let me be there for you.”

Mikey pressed his lips into a firm line, guilt gnawing at him from inside his throat. He felt nauseous, hating that he was the reason for your current state. His eyes stung as tears threatened to spill like a flood. He didn't deserve to cry, not when he had caused so much agony to the person he cherished most.

"Just leave me alone," he muttered, his voice thick with emotion. "I can't deal with this right now."

"Manjirō, I understand that you're hurting," you said softly, trying to keep the compassion in your voice. "But this isn't healthy. You need to talk to someone about what's going on. I'm here for you, and I want to help."

He pulled away from your hands and turned away, his shoulders hunched in defeat. "I don't want to talk about it," he said, but you could hear the desperation in his voice.

"Okay," you said, taking a step back. "I won't push you. But just know that I'm here for you, whenever you're ready."

The silence that followed was heavy, and you could feel the weight of all the unsaid words hanging in the air. You just hoped that eventually, Mikey would find the strength to open up. But instead of answering your silent plea, he simply turned around and left you alone in the now-empty hallway.

You could hear his footsteps fading away until the sound of a lock turning indicated that he had isolated himself in his room—the room he used to sleep in before Shinichiro passed away. You guessed it was too hard for him to think of not only one, but two people who had left him to the invisible shackles called grief.

Mikey failed to understand why he just couldn’t let you in. But the male felt as if a wall had suddenly built up between the two of you, completely disregarding the fact that he was the reason behind it. Only blaming the circumstances.

You stood there for a while, surrounded by nothing but complete silence. Hues of [e/c] empty, not very different from the way Mikey’s abyssal ones had seemed to be after Emma had been pronounced dead. Slowly, you crouched down to put on your shoes and pull your coat over your shoulders before leaving the building—the building that you had once called your second home, filled with warmth, laughter, and life.

The cold autumn air hit your face painfully, the never ending streams of tears only adding to your current sensitivity. The warmth that seemed to follow them practically burned onto your skin. But you paid no mind to the pain, welcoming it even as it gave you at least some form of evidence that you were still alive, well and breathing.

Body shaking, your arms slowly wrapped around your waist, as quiet sobs began to leave your throat. You weren’t fully aware where your body was taking you, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you believed it was your deceased friend that was leading you to an unknown destination.

You've known Mikey since childhood, but even now, you can't shake the feeling that Emma has always understood him better than anyone else. Maybe you were deceiving yourself however, and the golden-haired beauty before you wasn’t really guiding you towards the answers you seek. Perhaps the soft, honeyed whispers in your ear were nothing but a figment of your imagination, like a distant waterfall in a wild, untamed place.

“You’re going to catch a cold like this, angel,” another soft whisper reached your ear, but this time you found yourself flinching at the unexpected warmth that had begun enveloping you. A faint blush coated your cheeks as you came face to face with none other than Kurokawa Izana.

Although you mumbled his name almost inaudibly, he still managed to hear it as if your voice were impossible to miss. Amidst the symphonies of the streets, the people, and nature itself, your voice seemed to come from a completely different dimension. Its sound carried across any distance and drowned out any noise, demanding attention.

It was only after a minute or so had passed that you noticed how close he was standing to you. His body pressed against you, slightly pinning you to the railing, and suddenly you became hyper-aware of your surroundings—the sound of moving water and the wind passing by your figure. You wondered, at what point had you reached the port?

“What’s gotten you so sad?” You closed your eyes, relishing in the softness that he was expressing as one of his hands cupped your cheek, thumb brushing away the remnants of tears that were present. You couldn’t help it. You just missed being cared for like this.

Mikey has been neglecting you for months, while Izana has been nothing but good to you. Although there were moments when he could be a bit aggressive in his approach, you didn't blame him. Perhaps he was just being impatient, as he wasn't used to being denied things.

You shook your head at his question, not wanting to go over the same conversation as the two of you have been doing for the past few months. Opening your eyes, as you felt him wrapping something around you—his scarf. It smelled nice, like freshly baked dangos. You figured he must have gone to the pastry shop earlier today.

You closed your eyes for a brief second, taking in the pleasing scent that was emitting from the thick and warm lilac fabric. The scent was just plain Izana. At what exact point you weren’t sure, but somehow it had become your new sense of comfort. Your new sense of home.

But then you furrowed your eyebrows and looked up at him, gaze filled with worry. “Aren’t you going to get a cold now?” The male smirked, letting out a low, seductive chuckle as warm puffs of air barely grazed your face.

Suddenly his face was almost touching yours, an unfamiliar predatory glint hidden within the orchids that were his eyes. You weren’t certain, but there was something dark and unsettling in his expression. Strangely enough, however, you didn’t feel threatened by it. More like excited, as you felt how some unusual bubbly feeling began to swarm inside your stomach.

Before you did something you would later regret, you carefully placed your hands against his chest as you gently pushed him off of you. Reality slowly catching up, forcing a heavy feeling to settle within your bones, completely replacing the previously elated one.

Noticing the abrupt shift in your emotions, the platinum blonde felt his left eye twitch in annoyance. Letting out an exasperated sigh, the male shot you a look while speaking, “You can’t wait for that idiot forever.”

He spoke matter-of-factly, his heavy gaze practically boring into yours, making you feel like a small, fragile animal led into a corner by the big bad wolf. You pursed your lips as you felt a lump form in your throat.

Guilt seemed like an endless cycle; once you fell into it, it was difficult to escape. You weren't certain how much responsibility you should feel for Izana's emotions or for Mikey's potential reaction when he discovers your inner turmoil. However, in both cases, you were aware that each person involved was equally at fault for whatever issues may soon arise in this—whatever this was.

Starting to feel impatient with your lack of response, the male leaned in, assessing your awareness, before suddenly crashing his lips onto yours. One arm snaking around your waist as the other cupped your rosy cheek. You didn’t react at first, far too shocked to understand what was happening. But as Izana’s lips began to softly rub against your own, your eyes slowly closed as your own hands took a harsh grasp of the fabric of his coat.

It felt like a sensual dance, where the predator had claimed dominance right from the beginning. Izana was kissing you feverishly, impatience noticeable in every caress and act that he made. Hands squeezing your hips gently, as he pushed you further against the railing. Tongue poking against your lips as a way to ask for permission to enter.

But before things could escalate, you pushed him off of you once again. Looking at him through half lidded eyes, you noticed how breathless he was and figured that you must have looked no better than him. Though, you doubted that the lovely shade of pink coating his cheeks looked as prettily on you as it did on him. A certain urge to tug him back for another kiss appeared, but you were quick to dismiss it.

“We—We shouldn’t be doing this Izana,” you spoke, feeling your blush deepen at the sultry look that he was giving you. “Ma—Manjirō needs me right now.” Tears were streaming down your face, but the male in front of you only seemed to become more bitter as you finished.

He huffed, before placing his fingers under your chin—just like he had done the first time you met—and tilted it upwards. Biting your bottom lip rather harshly, you felt yourself shrinking at the expression that he was making. It was somewhat crazed, not like the previous ones where he had been simply expressing his dissatisfaction.

You swallowed harshly, a whimper escaping your lips as your eyes closed shut. A brief moment of silence followed after, until you felt him withdraw his fingers from you before hearing him take a step backwards. This made you find the courage to peek out from your closed eyelids before opening them up fully.

The tanned male wasn’t standing in front of you anymore, but rather beside you. You peered at him carefully without making it too obvious and noticed that he wasn’t even paying attention to you. His gaze, instead, fixated on the sky, and you couldn’t help but admire him like this.

He looked truly mesmerizing to you. Platinum blonde hair flowing softly in sync with the cool breeze that was coming from the ocean. Hanafuda earrings dangling prettily, reflecting bits of the light that came from the sun.

Turning around to face the front, you began wondering what to do. But you didn’t get to ponder about it for too long, as the feeling of a pair of cold fingers suddenly touched your cheek. The caress was soft and caring, but it didn’t stop your body from tensing up as you stood completely frozen without any knowledge of how to react.

“I’m sorry, angel,” the male spoke, his voice growing a few octaves deeper. “But I can be quite an impatient man, especially when it comes to you.” You flushed at his words as the male gently guided you face closer to his.

“Zana…” A faint, barely audible call of the nickname that you would sometimes address him by, was the only word that you were able to produce in your current state. Even after all this time, still failing to understand, how this peculiar person always managed to leave you completely speechless.

Ever since that fateful day in the pastry shop where you first met, you realized that Kurokawa Izana was the personification of an oxymoron. The warm aura he exhibited was very inviting, radiating a certain softness that was rarely found in males. However, that didn't stop him from coming across as overly haughty and distant, seemingly impossible to approach.

And this time, it was no different. His voice, gentle and understanding, conveyed warmth and empathy. His fingers, though cold to the touch, felt soft as they traced circles on your chilled cheek. However, his eyes betrayed a different emotion, showing a calculated coolness that left you feeling conflicted.

“Think about it,” was all he said before leaving the port. Only the aroma of freshly baked dangos lingered in the air, a testament to his recent presence. You buried your face in the lilac fabric that Izana had draped over you, and a wave of nostalgia washed over you. A memory of your now-estranged boyfriend flooding your mind, filling your being with a kind of fussiness that caused a small smile to play on your cold, numb lips.

“Come on Manjirō, try something new for a change!” You whine, tugging at the blond’s sleeve childishly while sending him a pleading look. “We’ve been eating so much dorayaki and taiyaki recently that I’ve started having nightmares about them!” Mikey pouts at your insistence, but finds himself relenting as you are far too adorable to ignore.

You beam, feeling pleased with your accomplishment. Not too far away, you can hear your dearest friend—and perhaps older brother figure—Ryūguji Ken letting out a painful groan. This urges you to giggle as you are fully aware whose wallet will be left empty at the end of the day.

The dragon tattooed boy gives you a dirty look, knowing that whatever it is that you have in mind, will most definitely be more expensive than a few packages of your boyfriend’s favorite snacks. Mikey, however, lets out a laugh as he instantly recognizes the look on his tall friend’s face. Frankly, it is a look that screams agony.

It is a rather cold day in the month of December. The three of you are equally oblivious to the upcoming changes that will soon come in the span of a few months. You intertwine your hands, squeezing each other teasingly as you occasionally tug one another in the opposite direction, waiting to see who will be the first to lose balance.

Draken rolls his eyes in mock annoyance, but there is a barely noticeable lift at the corner of his mouth. You and Mikey, however, are too immersed within each other to take notice of the slight softness that can be spotted in the tattooed boy's dark eyes.

The snowflakes are dancing in the air, like an endless waltz. But unlike the two of you, each of them looks lonely, cold, breathtakingly beautiful, and yet pain strikingly lifeless. Like a small piece of something grandiose, however, still separated from the mass.

You walk over to Draken, your steps feeling light and weightless as you lightly jump with each one, the snow crunching softly beneath your feet. You send him the sweetest smile you can muster, but he narrows his eyes at you suspiciously, his exhaustion deepening with a sense of foreboding. You let out a snicker like the spawn of Satan that you are.

“Ken-chan,” you say in a sickeningly sweet tone. “I want some of those.” The male quirks an eyebrow, his gaze following the direction of your index finger as you speak. Sighing, he nods at you, but not without mouthing some very peculiar words that would probably make any mother give a look of disappointment.

“You just had to choose the most complicated dish on the menu?” His reply is snarky and biting as he mentally prepares himself for the next thirty minutes he’d probably have to wait before your order would finally be ready. It’s not the food in itself, just the awfully long queue that he now has no other choice but to wait through.

“Now, now, Ken-chin," your boyfriend says, crossing his arms as he shakes his head disapprovingly. “That's not how you're supposed to treat a girl.” The tall blond groans in frustration, struggling to hold back his urge to kill the Toman commander. Mikey, on the other hand, is sporting a cheshire grin, looking pretty much like the cat from Alice in Wonderland.

“Exactly, exactly,” you add, nodding your head in approval of his statement. “And you keep asking yourself why Emma doesn’t believe me when I tell her how much you like her.”

It takes a moment for Draken to finally register what you had said. However, before he has a chance to commit a double homicide, you feel someone’s fingers snake around your wrist. Seconds later you and your boyfriend are running down the streets, laughing like a pair of goofballs—which you probably are at this point.

Cold air brushes your face as you both continue the pointless war of tugging. At some point, you slip over the snow, making the both of you fall. Luckily, the river that Mikey loves visiting so much is completely frozen, saving you from a potential disaster. It's already too damn cold; you doubt you'll be able to survive walking wet around the city until you reach home.

You are rolling down the thick layers of pale, white snow. Mikey’s muscular arms are tightly wrapped around your waist, while yours find home around his neck. Snickers leaving your lips as you reach the frozen water.

You pull your face away from his chest, pools of [e/c] color meeting a pair of pitch-black eyes filled with childish glee. One of your hands trails up his neck before settling on his cold, pale cheek. There is a faint pink hue dusting them from the cold, biting air.

He’s smiling up at you. The expression is so contagious that you can’t help but mirror it with one yourself. His arms pull you slightly closer to him as your gaze fixates itself on his lips. His plush and pink lips that seem to be oh so kissable. You brush your own against his softly, before withdrawing from him slightly.

Before you have the chance to repeat the motion, Mikey quickly changes your position. You are now lying down on the cold, but surprisingly smooth surface. The blond leans in closer, so close that your noses are brushing and your hot breaths are mixing together. You bite your bottom lip in anticipation, feeling your heartbeat accelerate in response to how intensely he is looking at you.

However, instead of being met by a long and sensual kiss as you were expecting, only a light peck grazes your lips. A pregnant pause soon follows, and suddenly you are attacked by a dozen kisses. Giggles escape your lips as his thin nimble fingers run along your clothed body to tickle you. You gasp as you try to fill your lungs with much needed air, but Mikey is having none of it.

“W—Wait, Manji-,” you try to speak up as tears continuously stream down your cheeks from all the uncontrollable laughter. “Hmm? What was that?” The male teases, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Stah—stop!" You manage to choke out, sighing in relief as the male finally gets off of you. He lays himself beside you, his coal-black eyes filled with adoration, making you flush red. You love the way he gazes at you, his expression portraying nothing but pure bewitchment, looking absolutely smitten.

You lie like this for a while, the cold breeze pushing past the both of you. The temperature seems to have gone a few degrees lower, causing you to shiver. You start blowing into your palms, which you have cupped and placed in front of your face. It doesn’t help much, however, and you are about to ask Mikey if he wants to go back.

You sit up, but stop yourself from voicing your question as you feel something soft and fluffy wrap around your neck. Peering down, you are met by strikingly vibrant red. You didn’t even notice at what point your boyfriend had gotten up. A pair of ecstatic giggles escape your lips as the familiar sensation of long ash blonde strands soon fall over your shoulder.

Mikey is hugging you tightly from behind, face tucked into his red scarf that is now securely wrapped around your neck. Half lidded eyes peering up at you from the soft, ticklish fabric, blonde locks falling down his face, making it slightly obscured. He looks surprisingly snuggly like this, pliant even.

“Feeling warm now?” His voice is slightly muffled, but you still somehow manage to catch onto what he’s saying. A small smile grazes your lips at the thought of how cute he is right now. He arches an eyebrow at how suspicious you’re looking, but doesn’t question it further.

It takes a few more minutes until Mikey’s phone begins to ring. Draken’s gruff voice, appearing from the other side. There is a smile on your boyfriend’s face, as he tells you that Ken-chin was nice enough to still buy him some dorayaki. The aforementioned sounds annoyed, but you both are aware that it’s just an act and that he doesn’t actually mean it.

Then Mikey gets up and stretches his sore limbs before lending you his hand. When you reach out, your stomach rumbles, urging the both of you to giggle in sync. You hear some distant sounds of barking dogs and furrow your eyebrows as you don’t seem to find any nearby, despite how close the sounds are.

Mikey watches you with concern, his mouth moving, but his voice sounding too far away for you to understand. You close your eyes briefly and try to concentrate on his words, but they only become less coherent for you to understand.

Suddenly the noises around you became clearer, but it wasn’t his voice. It was the barks of the dogs that you could not find beforehand. It was the sound of rushing water coming from the ocean. It was the rustling leaves that had fallen on the ground, following the whims of the winds.

You swallowed thickly, a heavy feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. Eyes stinging as tears, once again, threatened to spill. This time, however, cheeks and lashes remained completely dry, as you refused to shed any more.

As the cool breeze flowed through the neighborhood, the streets seemed less busy than usual. They were quieter, despite it not being very early in the morning. It was no surprise, however, as it was the weekend and many people were still sleeping at this hour, preferring to stay in the comfort of their homes.

Despite the cold weather, signs of approaching spring could already be detected. The melting snow was a big indicator, though there was still much left from the now leaving winter. March was already hot on its tail, but it seemed like even this month would remain white for a while.

Your eyes squeezed shut as the bright sun greeted you. The white, transparent curtains hung lifelessly in front of the closed window, doing little to block the aggressive rays of sunshine that were penetrating your room. Right hand flying up to protect your vulnerable eyes from the blinding light as you rolled onto your other side.

Thin strands of platinum blonde were splayed across another pillow. You rubbed your eyes slightly, trying to rid yourself from the remnants of sleep that was still very much present. Pushing yourself up into a sitting position as the creamy bedsheets slid down your body, you concentrated your gaze on the person sleeping beside you. On the boy sleeping beside you.

Fuck.

You stared at his sleeping figure—at Izana’s sleeping figure. In that moment, he looked angelic, so peaceful and serene that it felt as if the outside world couldn't touch him. His thick, white lashes fell down so beautifully—appearing even whiter as they rested on his lovely sun-kissed skin. It was as if the fiery celestial body had worshiped him throughout his life.

As you trailed your left hand down your body, it eventually settled on your chest. It felt heavier than usual, nothing like the usual heaviness that had been stored inside you for the whole year. Burning up. You were burning up from the inside. As if somebody had forced you to swallow a tube of hot lava, which had later cooled down and solidified.

But it was only then that you realized the lack of clothes on your body. Your cheeks burned at the sudden realization, and you were quick to scramble out of bed to put some clothes on. Your body grew numb as you were not quite sure what you were supposed to feel. Events from the previous night flooded your mind as you gnawed on your bottom lip.

Doe-like hues are met by a pair of stormy orchids. The light from the hallway illuminates his face in such a way, it makes his tanned skin emit a golden glow. From your standpoint, the male almost resembles a god. The way his gaze seems to be looking down on you—height difference having no matter in this case—makes you look like a worshiper, ready to bow down on your knees before him.

Stepping inside your house, the male’s eyes never leave yours as he seems to be analyzing you. You, on the other hand, face the other way, unable to keep his steady gaze. Izana clicks his tongue at your defiance. His thin nimble fingers find their way to your jaw, tracing it tentatively. The platinum blond guides your face to meet his own, before keeping it in place.

“You’ve been avoiding me, my love,” it’s not a question, but a statement. Although his voice is soft, you can still hear the hidden demand beneath. Velvety smooth voice, only used as a mask to conceal the secret intent. In Izana’s eyes, you are a fragile doll, his to protect. And you are well aware of this fact.

Not wanting to dig deeper into the topic, you purse your lips into a small pout before you voice your complaint, “You didn’t have to send me a threatening message, Zana.” A childish lilt in your tone as you purposely widen your eyes to make them look more innocent.

The male scoffs before sending you a condescending smirk, indicating that he’s not buying your act in the slightest. “Nice try angel, but don’t even think for a second that trick’s ever gonna work on me.”

You laugh sheepishly at his words, not quite sure of how to respond. An awkward silence follows soon after where he seems to be studying you. Like some unidentified object he recently found.

Swallowing the ever so growing lump in your throat, a shiver runs down your spine. You suddenly become much more aware of the chilled air surrounding the both of you as the tension grows thicker by each passing second. It’s quite hard to pinpoint at what exact moment you had reached your bedroom, let alone began to undress.

His skin is hot against yours, despite how cold it must have been outside before you let him in. You let out a sigh of contentment as his soft, warm lips trace your overly sensitive skin. Each of his caresses, so prominent that you can’t help but feel overwhelmed from it all.

Things get rather blurry from then on, and rather than butterflies, a strong urge to vomit envelopes your senses. You feel hot, and there is something thick, throbbing, yet sensual, penetrating your core. The room is filled with moans, and you know that they are coming from you. But for some reason your brain fails to register this fact, the voice sounding much more foreign to your ears.

A buzzing sensation on the palm of your hand, pulled you out from your pondering. Eyelashes blinking before you automatically pressed the contact name that had suddenly appeared. You stared at it for a while, until the content of the message finally registered in your brain.

From: MyKey♥️🗝️

‘Let’s go on a date today.’

‘I guess you don't want to go on a date since you’re ignoring me🥺’

Read 9:34 AM

Shame spread through your veins, and suddenly you could feel yourself getting closer to throwing up as nausea began to hit you in powerful shock waves. You weren’t even given a chance to reply before you suddenly jolted out of your bedroom and sprung out in the hallway.

The second you entered the bathroom, you crouched down in front of the toilet. Your throat felt as if it was burning up, stomach churning in uncomfortable ways, yet nothing seemed to come out. Faint, barely noticeable waves began appearing in the water below, and you realized that you were crying.

How could you? Just as things finally seemed to take a better turn in your relationship, you go and do this? Fucking his goddam brother like some cheap whore.

You squeezed your teary eyes shut, salty droplets tickling down your cheeks as you bit your bottom lip harshly. Despite the growing pain, you couldn't stop yourself and felt compelled to continue. Some sick part of your mind, enjoying it even.

Stop crying, you little bitch. Ha! You think you deserve to feel self pity? A selfish slut like you? Look at you. It didn’t even take a minute before you willingly decided to spread your legs for him! As if it wasn’t you who had initiated the contact to begin with! Or did you forget all the times that you reached out to him yourself? God, you’re such a two faced sna—

“Darling, please stop hurting yourself like this,” you blinked, feeling yourself getting pulled away from the seemingly never ending loop of self hatred. Endless streams of tears still spilling, like a broken fountain. Everything was blurry, and despite your slightly disoriented state, you still managed to make out Izana’s voice.

His head was slightly tilted as he crouched down beside you. Eyes half-lidded, indicating that he must have just woken up from a deep slumber. You figured you must be the reason for it, with the way you had sped out of the room without any care for how much noise you were making.

But you weren’t concerned about that. The term of endearment that he used, echoing in your mind instead. You knew what he was doing. What he was always doing whenever he addressed you in such a way. And you hated how much it was affecting you.

“Izana, this has to stop,” you stated, looking at him with pleading eyes. “We just can’t continue on like this anymore.” As you felt even more ashamed due to the way your body was reacting to the close proximity between the two of you—hating how flustered he was making you feel. “Why can’t you understand that we're hurting Manjirō?”

As soon as his brother's name was mentioned, you noticed a shift in his eyes. They seemed to darken with emotion, but then he quickly looked down, causing a sense of dread to wash over you. His long platinum blonde hair hung lifelessly over his face, hiding his eyes from view. “That bastard took everything from me, it’s only fair I do the same.”

What?

“It's really pissing me off that I can't just kill him like everyone else,” he paused, tilting his head slightly upwards to regain eye contact with you. Despite the laziness behind the gesture, it still made you feel queasy. “But I know that it wouldn't be as satisfying as watching him crumble when he's got absolutely nothing left.”

“Izana…”

“[Name], I love you, I really do,” he spoke, voice barely above a whisper. The male cupped your cheek—damp from the tears that had been flowing non-stop—thumb caressing it softly as he pressed your foreheads together. “And I know that you feel the same way about me.”

“No,” you shook your head in denial as you refused to believe otherwise. The urge to vomit, increasing the more you were forced to stare into his intense gaze. “No Izana, I love Manjirō.”

Manjirō. You loved Manjirō. The sweet, but bratty, boy whom you’ve known since childhood. The boy who never shared his food with anyone but you. The boy whose name you would sometimes teasingly mispronounce as ‘MyKey’, which he didn’t understand at first, but later on grew flustered as you explained to him that he would always hold the ‘the key to your heart’.

You loved the way he would sometimes scrunch his nose up in irritation whenever things didn’t go the way he had wanted. You loved the way he would smile at you—those rare moments when he would keep his eyes open and a spark could be noticed if you watched closely. You loved especially the way he would always cling onto you like a koala after you had a sleepover together. You loved everything about him.

Mikey has always been your safe haven. He was your person and you were his. The zone of comfort in the empty space of dawn. The light that shone past any other. So how come each time you tried to imagine the color of love and comfort now, rather than pale gold and pitch-black, it became silverish white and a soft combination of flowery pink and purple?

The platinum blond sighed, and you swallowed hesitantly as he withdrew himself from you and stood up. He brushed his slender fingers through long silverish locks, as a look of frustration settled on his face. “Just accept it [Name],” he said. “Mikey has grown out of love with you, and it's clear that you've grown out of love with him too.”

“I-”

No. You shook your head, refusing to believe that he didn't love you anymore. There was no way he would do that to you, right? Manjirō wouldn't lie. Your boyfriend was no liar.

You know that he didn’t mean to hurt you. He was just protecting you. He didn’t want you to get entangled with his problems—with his dark impulses—so he pushed you away. That must be the truth. You know it’s the truth. It just couldn’t be any other way.

As you stood up, Izana took a step forward, backing you up against the white, polished wall. “I’m the one you love,” he said. Your lips trembled, and you weren't sure if it was out of fear or the overwhelming rush of emotions that threatened to explode inside you.

You didn’t like this. The way he was making you feel. It was overwhelming and imposing. Like somebody had penetrated your soul, forcefully leaving it completely naked and exposed.

“N—No, I want Manji-”

Izana was kissing you so aggressively, it almost made you think he couldn’t breathe without you. His movements were so frantic, you were afraid he’d completely lose it. You tried to speak up, but only some incoherent and muffled sounds could be heard. Broken exclamations of Manjirō’s name that always failed to never get interrupted.

“Man-!” A call of his name, but it went unanswered. The worst part, however, wasn't the absence of the person you wished would come; it was that you were enjoying what was happening. You loved it even, as you felt more alive than you had in a long time, just like every instance you had spent with Izana had always brought you.

Every move Izana made had a sense of desperation. They were frantic and needy, but there were also some signs of aggression, frustration and urgency that you took notice of. However, what shook you to the core were perhaps the hints of love, adoration, and possessiveness and obsession.

Your skin felt as if it had been set on fire. Cheeks flushing a deep shade of cherry red. Body twitching and fidgeting with extreme need. Breath turning erratic and irregular. Sounds of pleasure escaping your muffled lips as you felt something rubbing against your core.

Noticing your decreasing struggling the male stopped his frantic kissing, leaving your now swollen lips out in the open and went for your neck. Kissing and biting the entrancing skin, his right hand let go of yours as he felt your body finally relaxing under his touch. Your head resting against the cold wall, while his hands began tracing your warm and soft body.

Izana took a hold of the underside of your thighs and wrapped them around his waist. He detached his lips from your neck, pressing your foreheads together. Breaths unsteady and fanning over each other. Disheveled platinum blonde hair falling all over his face, yet it only seemed to make him look more attractive.

“Zana…” God, you sounded so needy. But he was making you feel so good and your body had become so sensitive, you believed you would die without his touch.

You blushed, reveling in the close proximity of your bodies. Izana closed his eyes, giving you a clothed thrust, which earned him a whimper coming out of your plush lips. He seemed to like that, because he repeated the motion.

“Trust me, he’ll never love you the way I do,” he groaned, voice coming out more guttural. The sound caused something to flip inside your stomach as you whined. Silenced by his lips as they found yours once again. The kiss was messy, but much more tender and calm—like a silent confession.

But then his words finally registered within your mind and streams of tears began to fall like a flood. Feeling a sudden wetness trailing down your cheeks, Izana pulled away, his touch gentle and caring. But his gaze held a different emotion. Something bitter, filled with disappointment and anger.

He carried you to your bedroom before practically throwing you onto the bed. You laid there, completely at his mercy as he crawled on top of you. But all you could think about was Manjirō. All the sweet moments that you had spent together, and what it had led to.

Izana was hovering above you, eyes blank, no emotion seeping through. Ripping of the shirt that you had put on, each action demanding and uncompromising. Kisses hungry and frantic, not leaving a centimeter of your exposed body untended. Dozens of hickies littering your skin, leaving a burning sensation on all the marked parts of your body.

You stared at the ceiling, moaning like a wounded animal. Izana’s touches were like a spell, experienced and calculated. No wonder—the male knew your body like the back of his hand.

“Please…” you mumbled, eyes welling up with more tears. You just couldn’t help it, confusion enveloping your senses completely as the feeling of vulnerability only seemed to intensify. God, what an awful human being you were.

Izana stared up at you, continuing his torturous ministrations. Not stopping, but never giving you enough either. “Please what?” The male asked.

You bucked your hips, chasing the fleeting feeling of pleasure that only seemed to appear occasionally, never remaining truly permanent. Izana was smirking down at you, a dark kind of amusement dancing within his orchid-like irises. As if he were enjoying the sight of your emotional breakdown—and perhaps he did.

Perhaps he thought you deserved it. After all, you caused him a lot of pain by constantly running back to him, only to dispose of him like some old toy once things started to look good in your relationship. You didn’t blame him. You couldn’t blame him.

Somewhere deep in your mind, you knew that you didn’t love Manjirō anymore. That you loved Izana. But you refused to admit it, believing that once you did, Mikey would hate you.

A shuddering breath escaped your lips as his long, elegant fingers traced your sensitive bud. Private parts twitching with neediness, slick pouring on the bed sheets nonstop. Desperation filling your veins as the male barely gave you the friction that you needed so much.

“…Please, Izana, I need you,” you begged, the lack of attention becoming borderline painful. The male only gave you one of his eerie smiles, nuzzling his handsome face against your throat before peppering it with small kisses and bites. Right hand leaving your exposed genitals and finding your inner thigh, squeezing the tender flesh sensually as he nipped on your delicious skin.

“Only if you finally admit my ownership over you, [Name],” a whimper escaped your mouth at his words. Lips forming into a pout as you tugged at his shirt, eyes pleading, practically begging for him to get rid of the thin, yet ever so present, barrier separating the both of you. An aching need to feel his skin pressing against yours.

“I’m yours,” you mumbled, “head to toe, all yours.”

Your heart stuttered as he eyed you suspiciously, not quite trusting your words. “What about your soul?”

A whine flew past your lips, [e/c] looking up at him pathetically. Hands twitching and tugging at the articles hiding his muscles. Body squirming on the bed as if you were in agony. Yet the male kept his eyes stoic, no ounce of remorse present as he continued to neglect your needs.

“Come on, angel, just say the word and I’ll give you what you so desperately crave for,” he spoke softly, words sounding empathic. You sniffled, eyes red and puffy from all the continuous crying. Hands shaking as you scrunched the fabric that was covering his chest harshly.

“Body and soul, too, Izana,” you croaked, and the male’s eyes seemed to darken as you finished. A dangerous glint soon appeared within them.

Izana licked the expanse of your neck, his long, pink tongue tracing the hot, burning skin hungrily. “Spread your legs for me, angel,” he whispered into your too sensitive ear, a lick and then a playful bite following soon after.

You did as told, exposing yourself completely for his predatory gaze to take in. Gasping as the cold air hit you harshly when Izana had pushed himself off of you. Throwing away his shirt somewhere on the floor before palming himself lazily. Gaze sultry and seductive, and you swallowed thickly at the sight of the awfully prominent outlines of his bulge on his black boxers.

He spread your legs even further apart, causing a dull ache to appear. Left hand stretched out to get a condom. Although he wasn't a fan of using them, he would never force you to do something you weren't comfortable with.

The male began stroking his shaft leisurely, groaning as he did so while watching your helpless figure before squeezing the tip of the condom and rolling it over the length of his erect penis. This was how he should always see you, sprawled on the bed, right beneath him. His to take however he pleased.

He positioned his cock near your awaiting hole, the tip teasing your entrance as he took some of your natural lubricant and poured it over his throbbing dick. Your lips parted as he suddenly pushed in, body tensing despite the amount of times that you had already done this together.

Izana squeezed his eyes shut, eyebrows scrunching in concentration as he didn’t want to cause you any pain. Your wet and warm walls pressed against him harshly, making it harder for him to keep a steady pace. It felt as if they were begging for him to cum right on the spot.

“Fuck, angel,” he groaned, muscles tight and rigid as he pushed in further. “You’ve been waiting for this, huh? Been waiting for your boyfriend’s brother to come and have his way with you.”

You moaned at that, breath caught in your throat as Izana pulled out slightly, only to give you a harsh mind blowing thrust. The change was too sudden. Shifting from slow, deep and loving, to harsh, fast and rapid.

Face red like a cherry, you felt as if a volcano was about to explode from within. Eyes rolling and tongue lolling out at the brutality of his thrusts. Pace unforgiving, as his thick and long dick that had already reached any possible hidden corner of your insides, was now stretching you out so much, you were afraid they would tear.

Your mind felt dizzy, only sounds of gibberish being heard as you were unable to even moan with the force of his thrusts. Words coming incoherent and probably even illogical, he doubted that they were even meant to be proper sentences.

Skin burning, and breathing erratic as the tip of his large cock continuously hit that oh so sensitive spot inside you. Shivers of ecstasy running down your spine and you could feel your body begin to shake in sync with the impending orgasm. The look on your face, so delicious, Izana was starting to lose himself.

You were just so pretty like this. Brains completely fucked out, unable to produce any thoughts. He was using you like a fleshlight, drilling his big fat cock further inside with each hit, kissing your precious spot every single time. The repeated sounds of Zana, Zana, Zana, escaping your lips like a never ending mantra, only adding fuel to his endless hunger for more.

Then you screamed. Walls tightened around his length even more as you squirted all over him. The sound you made, so erotic to his ears, his body started convulsing intensely as he finally reached his own climax.

Breathing heavily, Izana gazed down at your unconscious form as you had probably fainted from the intensity of your activity, eyes filled with adoration and endless pinning for you. He shifted your naked bodies so that you would lay in a more comfortable position, his softening dick slipping out of you as he did so.

Throwing the spent condom into the trash can, he then proceeded with wrapping his arms around your sleeping form. Then he kissed the back of your head, a sense of victory filling his senses as you unconsciously made yourself more comfortable in the safety of his embrace. An eerie smile tugging at his lips as he watched you silently.

It wouldn't matter if you came to regret what happened this morning once you woke up. In the end, your regret would be insignificant because his hold on you would be absolute. Izana would ensure that you remained his regardless—he would make sure of it.

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