#i always felt it was weird that Mikey was taking up focus with a lot of the promo material

[oddly-casual]

All those people with the ‘Mikey’s gonna get bodied’ theories need to shut up bc I’m starting to believe them look at this

Why does it always feel like he’s further away from his brothers, what does this mean, I’m gonna go all Pepe Silva if y’all don’t start chilling the f out

[boots-with-the-fur-club]

Chapter 5 of the reincarnation fic!! Please make sure to check the tags, this chapter deals with some potentially triggering situations.

@daboyau

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Leo wakes up in frustration.

“It ends there? We barely started to hear anything! Tomo, did you get any memories about Haru?”

There’s silence.

“What?”

“You called me Tomo.” Donnie replies.

“…..You know what I meant!”

“No, I don’t remember anything about her. It’s only vague feelings.”

“Gram-Gram said that the dreams would be more unfocused. Maybe we’d have to tap into our ninpo again to see what he was talkin about.” Raph comments.

“But we can’t, dad won’t let us!” Mikey pouts.

Leo thinks for a moment.

“He stopped us because he thinks it’s dangerous right? So, if we got some more help, he’d probably let us. I say we call in an expert!”

“And who, pray tell, are we going to get?” Donnie raises an eyebrow.

Leo smirks.

“Aprilllll O’Neil is here! And I brought breakfast pizza.” She proudly holds up a stack of three boxes.

“Right on time and as glorious as ever.” Leo and her share a fist bump.

April sets the pizzas down on the table and sits next to them. They explain the situation while eating.

“Woah….that’s pretty heavy. You guys seriously can’t catch a break for even a second.”

“We might if you’ll help us!”

“Of course I will. I’ve said yes to a lot crazier things, and this’ll be easy.”

“You’re the best!” Mikey hugs her.

“Anything for you guys.” She pats his head.

They eventually head to Raph’s room, sitting in a circle like they did in the other room. April instructs them to do what they had done before, but also tells them to not think about the memories as theirs. She wants them to try to imagine themselves as observers to help with gaining access to different memories.

Everyone begins holding hands, leaving April and Donnie as the last ones. For some reason, he feels nervous. April smiles at him warmly which puts him at ease. He finally takes her hand and suddenly feels a memory bubble up to the surface.

April’s methods seemed to have worked too because he’s actually seeing Tomo and the room he’s currently in. He was practicing with a bo staff but sort of fumbling with it.

The sliding door to the room opened, causing him to drop the staff in surprise. Giggling starts coming from the open door.

“Haru! You scared me!”

“You knew I’d be here after your lesson, it’s not my fault!” She gets up from her kneeling position and closes the door behind herself.

“Nobody saw you?”

“I’m always super careful. No more talking, I want to help already!” She smiles and walks closer, picking up the extra bo staff from the floor.

“It’s not fair. I actually get training but you only sneak in to watch and you’re better than me.”

Haru moves the staff with somewhat more control than he had.

“It’s because you get too much in your own head. You’re letting everyone pressure you too much.”

“I’m supposed to be good at this. Everyone else is, you are. They should let you train, I don’t understand what being a girl has to do with it.”

“For some reason it means I need to focus on cooking and cleaning. I don’t hate it, I like knowing how to cook, but I want to do stuff like this too. I also think you should learn how to cook, you’re pretty bad at it.”

Tomo pouts.

“I’m bad at a lot of things apparently.”

“So what? You worry about now but you don’t think about later. Later, you’re going to be so good with the bo staff you might even be able to win against me.”

“I only have trouble because when you get bored you start holding it weird.“

“Weird? Hmmm….you mean….like this!?” She changes the position of her hands like it’s a bat.

“Haru no! Not again!”

“Fight me!” She starts chasing him.

He runs away, but they laugh harder the longer they run after each other.

Donnie wanted to find this nice, but considering how Tomo felt and what he knows, he’d be setting himself up for tragedy.

Tomo and Haru’s names are eventually called. They leave their bo staffs in the room, open up the door, and rush out.

The entire scenery changes. The room changes to one covered in what seemed like carefully crafted decorations. Haru was hunched over a small table that was low to the ground.

Donnie glances around to see where Tomo was and is surprised when he enters the room. April had mentioned being able to see what the others remembered using this view but Haru wasn’t here.

It shouldn’t be like this.

“Haru?” Tomo puts a hand on her shoulder.

She sits up, eyes filled with tears.

“I’m scared, Tomo.”

“What? Why? What happened? Has someone hurt you!?”

“N-No, mother keeps talking about being ready to get married when I’m older.”

“Oh….why are you scared? That won’t be for a while.”

“I asked her if she had someone picked out already. She does.”

“Is his family bad?”

“I don’t know, but what I do know is that they live in Tohoku.”

Tomo freezes.

“But….we live in Kyushu.”

Haru tears up more and nods.

“A letter a year, if I’m lucky. That’s how much we’d be able to talk to each other. I-If I’m not….it’s never again….”

Tomo tears up but quickly wipes his eyes.

“I can fix this, I’ll talk to mother, there has to be something I can do!” He turns to leave.

Haru grabs his sleeve.

“There’s no point! Please, Tomo, this isn’t something you fix. There’s nothing we can do.”

“Then what is this? What am I supposed to do?”

“L-Lie. Tell me it’ll be okay. Tell me that we won’t have to be separated. Tell me that we aren’t going to just stop talking one day and I’ll have to forget that you ever existed!” Haru grips his sleeve even tighter.

Tomo’s eyes widen before he barrels into her with a hug.

“Please, never forget me. I’m not a twin without you Haru! I don’t mean anything!”

She hugs him back as tightly as possible.

“We will never stop being twins. No matter what family I marry into. I’m sorry for what I said, I don’t want to forget you! I just hate it all! We won’t even have the same family name anymore! What will I have of you!?”

Tomo thinks for a moment and let’s go of her to untie the yellow cord from his hair.

“This.”

“Your…..kanzashi?”

“It’s not a lot, but it’s something nobody would take away from you or stop you from having.” He ties her hair up with it in a low ponytail.

She looks into a mirror.

“My hair looks just like yours always does.”

“You may not be able to see me in the future…..but you can remember what I look like. Obviously you’re a girl so it’ll change, but we have the same eyes and the same smile. You’re never going to be without me.”

Haru smiles.

“You’re the best brother ever.”

“I know that. I’m your only brother.”

“Then am I the best sister?”

“I don’t have any other choice.”

She turns to him and shoves his cheek. Neither of them seemed particularly upset despite it.

Everything changes once again. Haru and Tomo were sitting outside on the deck of their home. The leaves on the ground whirled around a bit in the wind.

“Tomo?”

“Yes?”

“You’d tell me if something bad was going to happen, right?”

“It depends.”

“Really? You wouldn’t just tell me?”

“Ask me the question you’re really thinking about.”

“You’ve been training a lot more. It makes me think something bad is happening. Is it?”

Tomo goes silent for a moment.

“I don’t know. I really don’t. Nobody is telling me anything either. I’m just….thinking about later, like you said.”

“I guess my advice wasn’t so bad, especially since you’ve gotten much better.”

“I started thinking about one thing instead of a lot of things. It helped.”

“Oh yeah? What?”

“Protecting you.”

“I don’t need protecting, you know that.”

“I know you’re better at it than me, but if there is a time you need my help I want to be ready. That’s all.”

“You’re lucky I know what a worrier you are or I’d be mad at you.”

“And you’re lucky you have a worrier looking after you.”

“I’m the older twin, I don’t need looking after either.”

“Only by five minutes!”

“It still counts!”

“You never let me forget it.”

“I’m just reminding you of the amazing fact that you never had to live in a world I didn’t exist.”

“But you had to be in pain for five whole minutes without me.”

She leans her head on his shoulder, kicking her legs a bit.

“Five minutes too long.”

There’s yet another location change, as well as season as there’s snow all over the ground.

Tomo and Haru seemed to be visiting an isolated temple with their parents. Several men surrounded them, highly on guard.

“Are we really safe out here?” Haru holds onto Tomo’s arm.

“This is a sacred place, that will make anyone think twice about hurting us.” Tomo tried to sound calm but he was just as nervous.

Their mother placed down a wooden board of food and began to pray in front of it.

Tomo couldn’t help but be distracted, scanning the forested area around them. Something bright in the trees catches his eye.

He immediately pulls Haru onto the floor, covering her with his body and shutting his eyes tight. He only opens his eyes when he hears a gurgling noise.

The food was splashed with red. He didn’t want to look higher than that. He didn’t have to.

“Tomo! What happened!?” Haru struggles against his weight.

He only covers her more, making sure she can’t see a thing.

The guards close in on them more. There’s a lot of shouting and chaos. Men start coming out from the forest. Then, suddenly, he and Haru are lifted from the ground. He still scrambles to try to somehow cover her eyes.

It doesn’t work.

“Mother! Mother!! Father, we can’t leave her behind! She’s hurt!“

“She’s dead! There’s nothing we can do!” Their father takes off running with them in his arms.

Haru sobs while Tomo is in a state of complete shock. He can’t say or do anything in response.

After some time of running, the same men from earlier are coming after them. There’s less than last time but they’re still outnumbered.

Their father takes a moment to place them on the ground before unsheathing his swords. He hands the smaller one to Tomo.

“Take this and protect your sister! Run! Now!”

Tomo snaps out of it almost immediately, grabbing Haru’s hand with the one that isn’t occupied before running off into the forest.

They could hear the clanging of metal behind them. The sounds of someone running in the snow joined moments after.

Tomo’s eyes dart around the landscape. Eventually, there’s a snow bank to his side. He stops, allowing Haru to get next to him, then shoves her in.

It was so thick she’d be covered if she kept still. He breathes heavily as the man chasing them comes into view. His hands refuse to stop shaking.

The man laughs at him. Tomo was the least intimidating thing in the world at the moment. Still, he tried to at least give himself a little bit of a chance.

He held the sword out as best he could. The man came quickly at him, so fast that there was no chance to do anything.

Haru suddenly jumped out from the snowbank. She grabbed the man’s legs, causing him to fall.

Once he gets his bearings back slightly, the man slices at her. Tomo screams and stabs at him until the man stops moving. Only when he’s sure he won’t hurt them anymore does he drop the sword and pull his sister away.

“Haru! Why couldn’t you just stay in the snow!?”

“I-I couldn’t just let him kill you. Y-You were going to die.”

Tomo tears up heavily as he looks for the wound. The breath is nearly knocked out of him when he sees how bad it is.

“But now…..”

“T-Tomo. I-It’s okay.”

“No! None of this is okay! I was supposed to keep you safe!”

“My….my biggest fear….do you know what it was?”

“Don’t say was!” He presses down on her wound.

She shouts in pain, trying to get him to stop.

“T-Tomo!”

“I’m not letting you die like this!”

She breathes heavily, no longer stopping him but leaving her hands on his.

“I-It was be-being in a world wh-where I didn’t have you….th-that’s why….” Her hands start slipping.

“No no no, don’t you do it! What about being twins!? Haru!”

She mumbles something.

He holds her up, hugging her.

“H-Haru?”

“….Re…flection….” She whispers.

Her body goes still.

Tomo screams out in anguish, not wanting to let her go even now.

Donnie feels like his heart is about to shatter. It’s somehow even worse than he imagined. He and his brothers came back. Their deaths weren’t exactly permanent. Haru was gone. Tomo was never getting her back.

He sees the yellow cord drop onto the snow from her hair. A cold wind picks it up, flying it away. Donnie knows he can’t exactly interact with a 1,000 year old memory but he can’t help but grab at it.

Surprisingly, it lands in his hand. This is the first time he’s looked at himself in this ninpo energy memory place as an observer. His hand was completely purple and sort of see through.

The yellow cord glows then morphs into a new shape. He was holding hands with Haru. There was hardly a moment to take this in before her form grows, changing again.

“April….?”

[somethinginscoutcounty]

August 18th 2024 entry in a diary by Erik Karim-Belyaev

8/18/24

Things are starting to get better now, I think at least. I've been seeing Dr. Taylor for some time now and we've done quite a lot in helping me sort things out. My feelings about what happened after coming back, the fact that although Mikey, Gracy, and Frankie are gone hurts me but I should try and carry on because that's most likely what they would have wanted. She does understand that I don't really have the same closure that I would get if their bodies were found, but she told me that maybe someday they will be and that I can have that peace when it comes but that I need to focus on the peace that I have now in coming to terms and having my support groups with me. She said, "There might be a big scar, but we need to be happy that it's there rather than bleeding out." or something like that, some nice therapist stuff that makes you feel better.

I still have my nightmares and she said that maybe it's my mind trying to bring up memories that I repressed while lost but that they're most likely more of my brain regurgitating what I saw and felt rather than something that actually happened. Dr. Taylor actually told me that my brain might actually make something up in my nightmares that wasn't actually there. "I've seen people who have gone through something traumatic who have nightmares as a resulting side effect and sometimes their minds much up some kind of source that isn't actually what caused them." is how she explained it but she told me to not look too deep into them since she doesn't really believe in dream symbolism and that it's just an observations she's had from past patients , clients, she prefers I say clients because patients sounds weird to her, that might help me with that. She also told me to not try and force myself to remember since repression is a preservation tactic and that it will come back when and if my brain feels like it can handle it.

I'm just going to listen to her recommendations and maybe talk about then to Nathan and Genie when I get back to the dorms. See what they think. Well, more so Genie because she's the one who's actually majoring in the possible therapy kind of psychology, Nathan's majoring in the shit where you see if someone is too nuts for the stand.

In other news, Aubrey contacted me for once and we actually had a conversation. I shouldn't be giving her shit for not speaking to me since I've been dealing with what happened too and maybe she's just going about it differently. But she called and asked if we could meet up to talk. I said yes so we met up at Center Square Park. I'm pretty sure she has been going through stuff since April because she looks a bit, I'm going to sound kind of mean and I hate to say this about her because she's Aubrey, but she looks a bit worn out and kind of pale. I didn't want to make her say anything she didn't want to but I could tell she had a lot on her mind and that it's been taking a toll on her.

She did ask about me and how I've been. I was honest, that I've been doing okay but that what happened still affects me a little. She asked if I remember anything. I don't know why but that question seemed weird. Not because it was a weird question itself but the way she asked it is why it felt weird. I just told her no and she admitted that she doesn't remember anything either but something about the way she said that made me feel like maybe that's what is affecting her. I asked if she's sought out any help in regards to recovering and she told me that she wasn't. I was worried about that since what we went through is a lot for someone to handle by themself. I suggested that she should get anything out but she just nodded and said that she'll think about it. I said that she could always talk to me since I would know what it's like since we went through everything together. That seemed to ease her in some kind of way.

I've only known Aubrey for three years, and in those three years I've honestly only really gotten to know her as a person on a surface level, say for her mentioning a few things about her life before SCU, but I think she has issues talking about things to people. I somewhat doubt that she'll actually talk to someone about her feelings regarding what happened other than me if she'll even tell me. Again, I don't want to pressure her but I'm worried that if she doesn't then she's going to blow up someday.

I can only hope that things get better for her like they are for me.

-Erik

[turtletimewriting]

I can't say I'm surprised by the results... lee Raph I was rooting for you but the results speak for themselves.

lee!Donny

(this is just a short thing, please don't too excited, haha!)

._._.

The worst part about his... particular wants was that it was always so hard to concentrate. He had a million different projects, all in various states of research or constructing, but none of them would stick. Donny tried to keep his head down and force his brain to focus on the notes he was taking. But that did little to stop his mind from wondering.

Imagine a hand clamping down on the back of his neck right now. How about that swooping sensation he always got in his stomach whenever someone decided to take him down a peg. A set of hands scribbling up his sides and that fantastic jolt of energy as he registered the feeling. Mikey's weird ability to always find the right set of words to make him squirm even harder. Leo and Raph smirking down at him as they reduced him to a bubbling mess as they tickled him without mercy.

He hasn't written a single word for the past twenty minutes.

"Hey, Don! Would ya mind takin' a look at my bike?" Raph greeted as he stormed into the garage, wheeling in his bike with him. "It made a funny noise and I wanna get it checked out before I ride."

The other worst part of having this kind of day was the fact it felt like he was being so obvious.

Raph had just walked in and yet he jumped like he had just been caught burying a dead body. He felt like his thoughts could be read through his eyes and it had him so on edge. Shaking off his own edginess, he stood up to face his brother.

"What kind of noise? Did you clean the chain like I told you to?" He stepped forward to help Raph wheel the motobike to the right spot.

"What is cleaning the chain got to do with the bang I heard!" Raph fired back incredulously.

"Hmm, I don't know. How would basic bike maintenance stop your bike from breaking?" Donny teased. He went to push Raph jokingly before his thoughts caught back up with him.

No, can't do that! Pushing someone was way too close to tickling and then Raph will suspect something is up and then everyone will think he's a weirdo.

He tried to save it by nervously coughing and reaching forward like he always intended to... pet the bike lovingly?

His face felt like it was on fire. But hopefully Raph would never suspect a thing.

Donny thought, completely unaware that Raph was very familiar to these little moods of his.

Raph could tell he was in a mood since he first walked into the garage. It was a good thing too since he almost waited until tomorrow to tell Donny about his bike problem. The urge to tease him about it bubbled up immediately but he tried to swallow it down.

Donny had been working hard and there was a lot of work to be done. He shouldn't bother him.

Only Don remained rigid and panicky about them merely talking. His conversation was nothing more than vague humming noises and agreements. His brain was obviously caught on his mood. It was obvious.

The urge to mess with him grew bigger in his chest.

Don was acting all flighty and nervous. His hands continued to twitch and fidget by his sides. He was blushing so much that it was actually visible under their green complexion.

Okay, Raph couldn't hold it in.

Donny being in a mood was the quickest way to get Raph into a different kind of mood. The sort of mood where Raph needed to jump his brother. The sort of mood where he needed to tickle a brother to tears or else he'd die.

And he handled it the same way he handled every time Donny had one of his tickle craving moods.

"Oh so you're getting smart with me," Raph boomed before throwing himself at his brother. His hands immediately going for his worst spots. He tickled away at his sides and expertly wrangled Don into a tight hold.

Predictably, Don squealed into laughter as his knees buckled into his brother. "HAHAHAHA! RAPH! RAPH STOP! HAHAHA!"

"Should've watched your big mouth then, huh?" Raph struggled to keep a firm grip on his now very wiggly brother but he had plenty of practise.

Maybe Don shouldn't have been in such a mood, then he wouldn't have attacked him.

I did this is for the rise turtles and I'm going through an 03 obsession, so...

[moxfirefly]

For MIKEY with a female companion please?!?!?

59. "How mad would you be if we took a break for pizza rolls?"

47. "I know we're just friends but you're sitting on my lap and I'm so sorry if I get hard."

11. "Sit on my face immediately."

Hello there! Yes I can. Also I’m tagging @annaliaandtheturtles on this too because you basically asked for the same prompts so I hope you don’t mind friend!

Also I’ve been dying to these with my orange boi so let’s get it.

Rated Explicit/Comedy? (18+ only)

This didn’t exactly feel like a very ‘friendly’ thing to do, in fact this isn’t something friends do and while those thoughts did race in your head along with warning bells, you simply ignored it.

Because seriously, friends do not in any way shape or form platonically dry hump each other.

Naturally this evening your plans didn’t exactly consist of this to begin with. Michelangelo had shown up after patrol, looking a little more bruised up than usual and somewhat glum. He’d explained the hiccup during patrol had been partly his fault and he’d gotten the stern big brother(s) talk from all 3 of his eldest siblings.

It wasn’t fun.

Being the baby had its perks but at moments like this is truly annoyed him that at his twenty one years of age he was still being treated like this whenever he messed up. So he knew he could blow off steam with you by just being away from the Lair for the rest of night.

You noticed how affected he was by it all, the usual peppy banter not there and the way he hissed when he moved around his seat spoke of the nights events. So what? You had sat on his lap, side saddle and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. You’d given him your own stern talk, but this one filled with a lot more praise for his skills, wits and strength. His blue orbs had shone, he’d really needed that.

You’d hugged him, he’d hugged back (somewhat shyly wrapping his arms around your midsection) and it had been a nice long embrace. He’d felt your hand rub his shell, he’d rubbed a soft circle on your back.

When you leaned back you gave him a quick, albeit friendly, peck on the lips. Which wasn’t a big deal, right? Of course not, so what Mikey felt his cheeks heat up? And you chuckled nervously because his lips were insanely soft?

Not. A. Big. Deal.

There had been a solid five minutes of silence with Mikey bitting the inside of his cheeks and you adjusting your weight on his lap. He had winced again some what and you feared you’d sat on some bruise. You were about stand up and let him have his reprieve when he kept you there. “Um, uh...” He swallowed, brow ridges raised. “Mikey? You alright th-“ You fixed your posture and he looked away.

“I know we’re just friends but you’re sitting on my lap and I’m so sorry if I get hard” He basically spoke it to the floor, clearly embarrassed of the predicament but more so because you did feel something rather, well hard poking your backside. Your ‘oh’ face was followed by your cheeks heating up, but something inside of you urged you on. A gentle press of your palm to his cheek moved his face back into your line of sight.

And while your brain chanted ‘you’re just friends you’re just friends YOU’RE JUST FRIENDS’ it seemed to have fallen on deaf ears. You had leaned in and kissed him.

It never dawned on you that one simple kiss could lead to such a turn of events:

That included a thorough dry hump session where the chair had started to dangerously creak. By then you had unglued yourself from him but your hands had urged him on to follow, pressed against the table Mikey had kissed you again like a possessed man. Pent up didn’t summarize it, pent up couldn’t exactly explain it. It didn’t explain the tearing of your shirt from your head or your shaking hurried hands untying the jacket around his waist. It didn’t explain you both kissing sloppily towards the living room because the bed felt too far away and Mikey was tripping on kicking off his own shoes.

The laundry list of questions that ran through Mikey’s head were pretty much the same ones you had. Would this ruin the friendship? Were the two of you secretly in love? Was being in love with your best friend a good topic to bring up when you had your hand down said best friend’s shorts?

Mikey moaned, so did you.

Questions could maybe take a back seat for now.

His eyes fell on your chest, desire evident in his pretty blue eyes and so you tore yourself away from him long enough to catch one another’s breathes and unhooked your bra. You’d never seen somebody look equal parts shocked and excited, but there he was a shaking mess as his eyes looked from your chest to your eyes. “Yes for Christ sake have at them” You half laughed and commanded him, Mikey’s ‘right right’ only made you laugh more when he cupped them.

To say he had dreamt about this moment was a true understatement. Getting to do it? Actually holding such soft pieces of flesh, and god they were soft, Mikey felt he should maybe thank god or the closest affiliate. But it still nagged at him that this was all happening with you, with his Brest friend.

His breast friend who has the softest and most beautiful-

Focus man.

“Y/n I know this is like happening but I don’t want us to be weird afterwards because you’re well my bestie dude, and well- this isn’t weird right? We’re good?” You had never seen such a level of concern for somebody literally grabbing a hold of your tits.

This was absolutely bonkers.

“Do you want to stop?” It was firm, you weren’t going to allow whatever exactly this was, cloud your judgement. Mikey’s hands slid from their hold to rest of your waist. He thought, he honest to god pushed all desire away for five excruciating seconds and thought if maybe it was best to discuss this.

It also dawned on him that he was starving.

Impressive how the mind and body work.

Mikey’s gaze landed on yours, “How mad would you be if we took a break for pizza rolls? Just to like get our bearings man, I want to do this but-” How he was doing this while still staring at your boobs was impressive, you shook your head with a smile.

“Look at your being the mature one. I guess we should talk about this first and I wouldn’t mind some pizza rolls” You picked up his jacket, opting for putting that on since it covered most of you, Mikey couldn’t help but feel kinda giddy about that. He also couldn’t help his smile when you grabbed his hand and went back to the kitchen with him in toe.

Having a beautiful girl in nothing but his jacket pulling out two bags of Tostino’s pizza rolls while simultaneously trying to curb your hard on to take a break, was no easy feat for him. “I’ve got five cheese and pepperoni, who am I asking of course you want pepperoni, you want the entire bag?” You were already depositing the entire bag on the tray, going over to turn the oven on (because you knew how he hated when it was microwaved).

Mikey blinked at you.

You were making him pizza rolls, in the oven, you were giving him a Costco size bag all for himself, you were beautiful and absolutely a smokeshow of a woman.

“Holy shit I’m in love with you” It dawned on him so easily and so clearly and so abruptly.

You smiled, he looked so adorably flustered but happy. Mikey being happy due to you had always done that, it had always made you warm and excited. Somewhere along those lines the answer was there, it had just decided to announce itself now.

“I’m in love with you too, I can’t believe it took us nearly fucking” You covered your mouth, laughter bubbling up to the surface, Mikey couldn’t help it too, he started laughing with you. After a few seconds the two of you sighed contended with each other’s confessions.

You walked over towards him and threw your arms around him. Mikey hugged you tightly, your aroma so pleasant and comforting, he was happy it would be on his hoodie for a few days. He liked it even more that he would get to feel you like this, against him all warm and soft.

“Do you maybe wanna try this again and we’ll eat the pizza rolls afterwards?” You asked a little embarrassed by how turned on you still were.

He could have a beautiful girl? He could have pizza rolls with said beautiful girl afterwards? And she liked him back too?

“Sit on my face immediately” He responded without hesitation.

[downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles]

We Met Within This Screen [chapt. 6]

[Donnie x reader]

sfw, chapter 5 here

Come on, save it, save it, Donnie chanted to himself later that night, at home and tucked away in his room trying to figure out how to neutralize the situation. He paced along his bed back and forth, phone in hand as he wracked his brain thinking about how he'd get her to let it go. He could tell her that she was...overtired? Go the stereotypical route and say it was just her eyes playing tricks on her? Try to play it off as human teenagers messing around on the roof?

She'd gone to bed already. He hated that he couldn't pursue the subject until morning, her morning, but by then, he'd be tired. When she woke, he slept. But he needed to get it resolved as quickly as possible, so he reckoned it was time to pull an all nighter. Luckily, that wasn't anything he wasn't used to.

He figured he'd get the preliminaries out of the way so he could get right to it when she eventually texted back.

"Good morning

I know you're not awake yet but I figured I'd get an early start today.

I want to know, what exactly did you see last night?"

He shut his phone off and set it down on the bed, fingers rubbing his temples. Depending on her answer, this would either be difficult, or near impossible.

The rest of his time was spent just waiting around for her to finally wake up, dodging all his brothers and trying to occupy himself with something. He was fiddling with the radio he kept on the floor next to his bed when his phone notified him of a message. Turning the volume up, some old-school rock played softly. He didn't always keep music on when he worked, which was what he was doing felt like, but something needed to fill the silence. It also made it feel more casual to have the radio on, for both himself and for whoever might stop by his room.

"Good morning to you too

That was...sudden??"

How nice it was to read those words coming from someone who wasn't his family. Not that they said it like that often anyway, but the small gesture hit differently.

"I'm just really curious about what you said you saw."

Curious? Not quite. More like dying to know, and not because he fancied himself some cryptid hunting.

"That's fair I guess

But don't laugh, ok?"

"I'd never, [y/n]"

"Well

Okay

They were big

But no like not the overweight kinf, not even just 'tall guy' kind of big

kind*

You know?"

Yeah, I aware. I'm 6'8" and have a giant shell on my back.

"They?"

He was hoping she'd only seen one of them. Maybe it would have been easier, but, of course, that wasn't the case.

"I think there were two

Idk it just looked really weird, it was dark but the silhouette from the light made them look bulky, I don't know what it was"

Lips pursed tight, he looked up from his phone, and all of a sudden that music in the background was suffocating. He quickly reached over and shut it off. He needed to be able to divert all of his attention to one thing. Except, even though he should have been spazzing over her spotting them (even if just for a split second), a concern crept up in the back of his mind that made him scoff at himself. The need to know was too great.

His eyes fell on his scaled, three-fingered hand as he typed.

"Did it scare you?"

Perhaps it wasn't what he should have been focusing on. But he was. He knew she hadn't seen much, but what if she quipped that it was frightening, or gross, or…?

"I don't know, Bo

I guess it was kind of freaky

Uh, do you actually believe me? That I saw something?"

"'Freaky?'" he repeated to himself in a whisper, brow ridge furrowed. What was I expecting?

He had to shake himself of whatever was going on in his head at the moment, because there were more pressing matters at hand. Like what he was going to answer her question with. Theoretically, he could go two routes; one, invalidate the experience and try to walk on the line of telling her that it was not real without making her feel crazy. And then probably get mad at him. Or two, go along with it, if he didn't have the heart to do that to her. The answer was already here; he let out a deep sigh. Two, it is.

Nothing could make him want to make her feel that way, even if it meant he'd have to put in a little extra effort in fixing his mistake.

"I wouldn't doubt your judgement, [y/n]."

"Thanks

That makes me feel a lot better

You're a really good guy, Bo :)"

Freezing, he sat and stared at the screen before slowly taking the phone away from his face, lips moving, but no sound coming out. He had no idea what to say; all he could focus on was the fact that the girl he undeniably liked thought he was a good guy. And that, presumably, it meant she might have liked him as well. Big on the "might", he realized as the logical part of his mind took over once again. Regardless, he licked his lips and got to preparing a worthy response. He didn't want to come off as flustered as he felt. Donnie was aware he was not particularly suave—he took solace in the fact that she couldn't see his face or hear his voice. He contemplated on acting a bit more "cool guy" than he actually was, but wanted her to like him for him, not a facade. Which was a major contradiction to all that he had done up to that point, but the least he could do was be the person he was on the inside!

"You there?"

"Sorry, I got distracted…

You really think so?"

"That I think you're a great guy?"

"Well...yes."

"Totally. 100%"

His heart was going, he was stammering to himself, and a new feeling enveloped him. He was no stranger to the different emotions; he'd gotten familiar with many of them. Because though he didn't always show it, he had a lot of feelings. These, he felt most viscerally. But he had to get back on track. If he could push last night's incident under the rug, all would be well. More well than it already was, considering.

"Thank you, [y/n]

To be honest, I've never had a friend like you

So, do you want to talk more about what you saw? I know I'm switching tracks quickly, it's just very….interesting."

It was a jarring and awkward subject change, he knew that, but he desperately wanted to get it out of the way. The sooner, the better.

"I suppose

You seem pretty interested in it"

Maybe she wasn't hanging onto the experience like he'd thought she would. There were so many tales of people seeing inexplicable things and becoming enraptured by the experience that he guessed he should only expect the worst, but it appeared that she was not so obsessed. Crisis averted?

"Not too much, I was just wondering

We can forget about it."

"Oh, I'm not going to forget about it, Bo"

There it is, he thought, not surprised.

After thirty minutes of attempting to throw her off without coming off as suspicious himself, he had to take a breather, reorganize his mind. Only to come back and find that she had to go take care of things, and that she'd talk to him later. He'd done as much fixing as he could; at that point, it was as good as it was going to get. The thought of being looked for by his unknowing friend loomed about in the coming weeks as they did their patrols, when they would pass by her residence, and the times that he snuck off to stop by himself. Sometimes accompanied by Mikey, but he tried to keep it as solitary as possible. Soon, watching her on her balcony from that roof became part of his routine. He vaguely thought sometimes that watching her like that could be considered creepy, but that ship had already sailed.

For the third time in the last month he was there yet again, on the same roof, watching the same balcony, watching the same girl. Sometimes they texted, sometimes they didn't. The times he wasn't talking to her as he sat there were the times he daringly crossed the threshold onto the fire escape. There were only a few instances of that. But did he still feel out of his mind doing so? Yes. The window only looked into part of the living room and kitchen, but he felt scandalous to do it. Most of his time there was spent only with his shell against the wall next to the window, just out of sight. He could always hear her faint but noticeable footsteps coming and could easily vault the railing and climb up or drop down. She couldn't get past his keen hearing unless she knew to tread lightly.

Mikey was with him once again, this time out to look for scrap rather than patrol. He'd been buddied up with his younger brother more often ever since their talk that night in Donnie's room. They only stopped by because they were already out and had a viable excuse.

"Does she know about us? Like, me, Leo, Raph..." rambled Mikey, curious, as he practiced one of his new moves with his skateboard. He kicked up onto the ledge of the roof and skidded before hopping off, tucking the board under his arm. "You guys have been together like, what, two months? And she doesn't even know your name."

Fiddling with the strap reaching around his shoulder, Donnie replied matter-of-factly to hide the embarrassment that was ailing him at the thought, "Okay, for starters, we're not 'together'. And secondly, she hasn't mentioned voice chatting in a while."

"And?" He got back on his board, zooming by Donnie.

"My name? It just hasn't come up," Donnie shrugged.

"Call her, then!" Mikey smiled, still preoccupied with his board and trying out his new tricks. Donnie gave a light scoff and shook his head. His brother passed behind him where he sat leaned against the water tower.

"I don't want to just call her out of nowhere, Mikey, she might be asleep."

He also didn't want his brother there when he did.

"You gotta not be so shy!...oh, look, in the window. Right there. See? She's up," he quipped with a small smirk. The curtain was drawn, but the light had turned on at some point, and they could see her silhouette moving past. Donnie looked over his shoulder to say something but felt a hand slip into his pocket on the other side, stealing his phone right off of him. He was fast, but Mikey was faster in jumping into his board and gliding all the way to the other side of the roof with the fussy turtle hot on his trail.

"Mikey, quit it!" Donnie barked, lunging toward him for the phone.

"You'll thank me later!"

The two wrestled for the phone, Mikey holding it just out of reach as he tried to navigate the screen without dropping it.

"Come on," grunted Donnie as the tussle led them near the edge, where Mikey held it precariously over the alley below. His glasses were jostled off his face when a stray hand bumped them, causing them to fall amongst their feet. Squinting, he partially knelt down and searched for the pair while still looking at his brother and his phone, trying to stretch his arm long enough to snatch it. "Really?" he groaned, "just give me the phone!"

Donnie slung out his staff and used the other end to whack his wrist from underneath just as he pulled away from the edge, losing his grip on the phone. Mikey tried to catch it but it bounced off his hand, going right over the side of the roof and plummeting down into the alley.

Mikey froze. Donnie finally found his glasses.

Laughing nervously, Mikey turned back to him, "Whoops…"

When he didn't immediately find the phone on the ground, Donnie knew what happened. He looked over the edge, and there it was, sitting on the pavement in the alleyway. The building wasn't incredibly tall, but enough to do some major damage. He'd have to switch for one of his spares if he didn't want to deal with a busted-up screen.

"I don't need your 'help', Mikey, so leave it alone next time," Donnie said and gave him a narrow-eyed look, huffing as he leaped down to retrieve it.

Mikey may have been insistent, but he knew then it was time to stop. All he wanted to do was help. For his shy, flakey brother to come out of his shell (no pun intended). Donnie, at that time, had the biggest shot out of all of them for something unique and good. He hadn't yet worked out the logistics of how to bridge the gap between the two, but it was a calling of his to help him along.

Donnie watched for people from behind a corner before creeping out to get the phone, which was face down on the concrete. No doubt cracked to all hell if not completely shattered, though it did have a case.

But as he got closer, he heard a voice. From the phone.

He picked up the phone timidly and shot a glance up at the roof, where Mikey was peeking over the edge in apprehension. Without a word, Donnie activated the taser in his staff, pointing it at his brother and zapping it briefly. He flinched and retreated out of sight.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Bo?" she asked again, tone riddled with confusion. "What was that?"

"Uh, yes—hol—hold on, please," stammered out donnie, flying around the corner and pressing flat against the wall as a group of laughing people passed by the alley. "Just one second," he said nervously. Above him, Mikey was rapidly motioning for him to get up there, eyes wide and body trying to stay low. Baffled, Donnie gestured back at him, mouthing at him to keep his pants on for one more minute while he made his way up.

"Hey, what's going on there?" she inquired, concerned.

A street cat abruptly skittered out from between his legs from the dumpster he stood next to, and he had to stifle a startled yelp. He hopped up onto the nearest fire escape, trying to control his breathing. "Hey, hello…[y/n]," he half-chuckled, distracted by working up the building one-armed as he kept as quiet as possible.

"What was all that? And who's 'Mikey'?"

There was suddenly a shout—Mikey's shout—and his stomach did a jump. He sputtered as fast as he could, "I'm sorry [y/n] but this really isn't a good time, and I mean it really isn't," he pulled himself up onto the roof, and there was Mikey, fending off men clad in black, "so I have to go, but—"

"Don, dude! I need help over here!" cried his brother, sliding out of the way as a sword was jabbed towards him. He countered with a harsh uppercut to the man's chin, sending him stumbling backwards. The blade fell to the concrete with a clank.

"'Don'? Bo, what the hell?! Who is with you? And—"

Donnie jumped into the battle, a mix of nine or ten armed men with swords other weapons, and Mikey trying to stave them off, swinging his chucks with nothing short of reckless abandon. But he still didn't hit himself with them.

Ending the call, he secured the phone in his pocket. He wailed the guy closest to him in the side of the head with the heavy staff, then kicked him in the chest. The man fell to the blow, and Mikey ducked underneath the length of Donnie's weapon just in time as the two came together. Stray bullets flew past them, some colliding with their shells as they spun around for protection.

"How was it?!" Mikey yelled over the clamor, breathless. Donnie sidestepped from the rapid hit he sent towards the human to his left.

"What are you talking about?!" Donnie loudly questioned, flummoxed of what could have been going on in his brain during a fight. "We're kind of in the middle of something here!"

"Your phone call!"

"Yeah, the hell's the talkin' about, Don?" a gruff voice cut through the jumble.

Both of the boys whirled around to see their older brothers there, weapons drawn.

"Oh, right. As soon as I saw those bad guys coming, I let them know," said Mikey casually to Donnie, throwing his fist into the face of the man coming up behind him. "You know, standard biz."

With the rest of the team there, the fight was over twice as fast. Some groaning in pain and some unconscious bodies littering the area, along with their weapons. Leo finished the last one and sheathed his swords, eyes on their tallest brother while Raph kept watch around them. Donnie swallowed as Leo approached him.

"Don, you said you were going out for scrap metal," Leo stated.

In the background, Mikey grabbed his skateboard and was going to try to kickflip over one of the knocked out guys, but Raph yanked the board from him, growling. He checked all of the men to make sure they were down and would stay down.

"We were...just on our way back?" Donnie answered. Nearby, there was a small pile of scrap he'd collected, though definitely not enough to justify being out that long.

"So you stopped at your friend's place?" Leo deadpanned, crossing his arms. "Didn't you think that this could get her in trouble, too? Her apartment's right there, dude!"

Mikey budded in and corrected him, "Ah, we stopped by [y/n]'s. And nah! It's all good."

Donnie's face twitched. "Of course I thought about it! That's why I've only come here three times since, and only thirty minute intervals!" he bit back, throwing his hands up. The rest of his brothers all looked at him and his specificity. "I'm not naive, Leo."

The leader pushed past the both of them, signalling that it was time to leave, and they followed. Not before Donnie got what little metal he had collected and put away his staff, tucking the stuff under his arm. Raph joined alongside Donnie as they ran. "What's with all the secret' stuff, Don? First, ya hide it to begin with, then, ya make out like you were done, and now you get jumped by Foot guys by her place when you shoulda been gettin' scrap!" he said. "How were we supposed to cover for ya if you're lyin' even after we let you off?"

"Technically, I did get some!" Donnie remarked. He held up a piece of the scrap for him to see, and Raph snorted. "But..."

Well, his question would be a little harder to answer.

Next block was the nearest manhole, where each turtle swiftly jumped in, knowing by heart (and years of wandering) most of the sewers and the way back home. In some tunnels was Mikey's telltale graffiti, but it was scattered throughout the place enough to not be a giant arrow to their hideout. In the last portion of the run was the tunnel they always slid down, and once they were actually home, Donnie knew what was coming. Master Splinter was already waiting for them by the time they arrived.

"Uh-oh," Mikey said upon seeing him, sinking behind his brothers. Raph pushed him back up front.

Dropping the scrap in his arms, Donnie squeaked, "That's not good." He quietly cursed how high pitched his voice became when he was nervous.

"Yeah…" Leo cleared his throat, looking down at his hands clasped in front of him. The situation had an awkward tension for everyone in it, save for Raph, who was immune to it by then and Splinter himself. "We took care of the soldiers," he added more seriously. "Got out of there before too much attention was drawn.

"The police may be able to handle them from here, but it will not make a dent in the Shredder's forces," explained Splinter, grave as he paced along the line of brothers. "He owns the city. Until I say so, there will be no venturing to the surface. You are all lucky to be unharmed."

"That ain't it," Raph piped up. "But they'll be bringin' the big guns, next time."

"Oh, I am well aware."

"Um...of which thing?" the nervous turtle questioned, exchanging glances to Raph and then Mikey.

Splinter raised his brows knowingly, and that was all it took for Donnie. The floodgates of his signature anxious chatter opened. He grabbed the edge of Mikey's shell and pulled him over into the spotlight with him, "I met someone over an online game and we started texting after a few weeks, and—and Leo found out and I said I would stop, but we never told you," he gestured toward their brother in blue, who refused to make eye contact, "so I told her that it was through and then Mikey somehow convinced me to go back on it," he sucked in a breath, and Mikey grinned uncomfortably, "and then we started talking again and I don't know why, but I went back there to her apartment building and it was just…stupid."

There was a cumbrous pause. Donnie was stiff as a board, Mikey couldn't look at any one thing too long, Leo stood in his polite but awkward stance, and Raph started to whistle.

As poised as ever, Splinter spoke. "I know."

All four pairs of eyes shot to their father.

"What?"

"Uh..."

"Huh?"

"Wait."

They expressed their collective confusion at the same time, and Splinter chuckled. Donnie wanted nothing more than to be able to retreat into his shell, but that was physically impossible. "Nothing gets past me, especially not you and your nervous habits, Donatello. You are scratching that spot on your neck again, son."

Flinching, Donnie pulled his hand away. He'd be damned; Splinter was right.

But unbeknownst to them, there had been spectator of their fight on the roof that night.

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shh do not think too deeply about this my children

a/n: haha plot device go brrrr

i need to finish this cursed fanfiction

[spicysoftsweet]

Chapter 9

Masterlist

tw character death

Mitsuya was used to listening to crying, comfortable even. It was a normal human response after all, and his sisters cried all the time.

But Kumi cried in a very odd way he wasn’t exactly prepared for. Without warning, in the middle of a conversation about her and his plans for high school and beyond, tears had started to run down her cheeks and her speech had paused for a moment, before she continued to speak as though nothing had happened.

She wiped her tears with the back of her hand as though she’d simply sprung a leak, and promptly continued, her voice wobbling a little, but still smiling.

“I-if I at least stay in T-Tokyo after graduation, we can still be friends even if we don’t go to the same high school, right?”

He furrowed his eyebrows.

“Why wouldn’t we stay friends?” He asked, confused.

She grinned widely from across the low table in his home, her eyes shining still.

“Promise you won’t get tired of me.”

Mitsuya looked at Kumi’s obvious forced smile and wondered if Toman was the only thing Baji had dropped. His behavior was stranger than usual definitely, but maybe he was really just showing his true colors. Even if defecting to an opposing gang was unreasonable (even by Baji standards), Baji and Kazutora had always been terribly close, and if Kazutora changed, so could the latter.

“I won’t,” he replied.

He, like Mikey, didn’t want to end up fighting his friend, but he wouldn’t mind landing one solid punch for good measure.

---

“I don’t know if I wanna be an angel this year,” Kumi mused as she walked out of the convenience store down the street with her best friend trailing closely behind her. She unwrapped a lollipop, sighing before popping it into her mouth. “You get to look cute and sexy in the devil costume and I’m probably going to look like a nun,” she pouted.

Kaksi took the bag of discounted pre-Halloween candy from her and fished for a milk chocolate bar, unwrapping it for a bite.

“We can trade if you want.”

Kumi turned to her with surprise, but Kaksi grinned appropriately devilishly.

“But you won’t look scary at all, so how can you be a devil?” With that, she held the bar in her teeth and squished Kumi’s cheeks, causing the latter to frown and swat away at her hands.

“Stop!” She whined.

Kaksi laughed louder, which led to her chocolate falling to the ground which had her gasp in dismay.

“Karma,” Kumi pretend-disguised the remark with a loud cough, wincing as Kaksi gave her a slap on the shoulder, then giggled back. “Don’t worry, you can have mine.”

“As I deserve,” Kaksi said, then glanced at her watch. “We should head there quickly, the store will close soon.”

“Mm.”

The girls managed to find their way to the corner shop and picked out their outfits, taking pictures together as they tried their accessories, a white halo for Kumi and a pair of red devil horns for Kaksi.

“You didn’t want to trade?” Kaksi asked, looking through their pics on her flip phone as they walked home, shopping bags in hand. “We can still swap if you want.”

Kumi shook her head.

“My parents are already being too lenient by letting me go out for the parade tomorrow in the first place, so putting on leather on top of that will probably be pushing it,” she said, with a dramatic sigh.

Kaksi laughed.

“You know, for a moment I was wondering if you’d change being around gang members for so long, but it seems like you’re still a goody two-shoes after all.”

Kumi smiled in response but her smile was a little less bright this time, and Kaksi frowned. She’d almost gotten over the sting of Kazutora essentially breaking things off with her but she had to remember that Kumi’s situation was still fresh in her heart.

An idea suddenly popped into her head, and she grabbed Kumi’s hand suddenly, turning around to face her.

Kumi’s eyes widened as Kaksi’s beamed.

“Hey, we’re gonna be friends forever, right? A pair, you and me, right?’.

Kumi nodded slowly in agreement, not exactly sure where Kaksi was getting at. Of course, she was her best friend.

“So… I think we should make a pact,” she proposed.

“What kind of pact?”

The sun was starting to set, pinker than usual, and with the wind picking up in that late October evening, Kumi had the feeling that whatever Kaksi was about to say next would be terribly poignant. She found herself holding her breath, as Kaksi continued.

“When we’re old maids later on in life, we should just buy a huge house in the woods and live together. We can get dogs and cats and make a garden where we grow our own food and not worry about any mean losers that just fight all the time. We’ll buy lots of books and play music all day and you can do all the cooking because I hate cooking but it’ll be amazing. What do you think?”

Kumi’s smile was genuine this time. She clasped her other hand over Kaksi’s warm ones.

“It sounds amazing.”

Maybe Kaksi was the only person she really needed after all, Kumi thought.

---

Even if Kumi was trying to focus on literally anything else aside from Baji, there was a small part of her that still worried about the tension brewing between the Tokyo Manji gang and Valhalla, and the thought of another brawl landing him or even Mitsuya in the hospital seemed to haunt her. It didn’t help that Mitsuya had told her that there would be ‘Toman business’ on the afternoon of Halloween and so he’d have to pass on going to the parade with her and Kaksi. She had insisted that they could all go, and he’d told her that there was something big, without really giving her additional details.

Big was not good when it came to gangs.

All day Kumi dwelled on it until she felt that she had to say something by the time lunchtime rolled around, starting with a long sigh to feign nonchalance.

“So I know we’re not supposed to discuss they-who-must-not-be-named anymore,” she started, stopping abruptly when Kaksi raised her eyebrow at her, “but I feel like something bad’s gonna happen.”

“Like what?” Kaksi asked, barely looking up from her plate.

Kumi frowned.

“I don’t know, Mitsuya wouldn’t really tell me but supposedly they’re preparing for something today and with all that’s going on it seems like it might be a bigger deal this time,” she continued. At this point, Kaksi’s curiosity must have been piqued because she finally looked at her then propped her face up by her elbow on the table.

A slight embarrassment ran over Kumi when she considered how obvious it was that she was still worried about Baji despite the fact that he’d been awful to her, while her friend seemed to take everything in stride.

While Kaksi seemed to be thinking, Kumi decided instead to content herself with spoonfuls of rice.

“Maybe I am nosy,” she laughed out loud for a moment once a couple minutes passed. She considered the idea of showing up again, in front of Baji who probably only found her annoying by now, and she considered that the idea of being chased away a second time was too much to bear. Maybe if she didn’t annoy him, she could pretend that they hadn’t really broken up, just drifted apart. That would work, wouldn’t it?

“Well I’m curious now,” Kaksi said, rising suddenly.

Kumi remembered this exact scenario from just a couple days ago and immediately regretted saying anything.

“Actually maybe this time we shouldn’t-” she began.

“It’s just information. We don’t have to do anything about it,” Kaksi insisted. Kumi agreed.

“Let’s try to ask someone after school.”

...

The school seemed to empty out before either girl could corner a single person. It was odd really, and when they reunited from their different classes, both grimaced as they realized they had absolutely no intel for each other.

Despite the nagging feeling in the back of her mind, Kumi went home to prepare for the evening parade after separating from Kaksi at her house. Walking the rest of the way, she contemplated further the idea of getting over her feelings completely, reanalyzing nearly all of their interactions over the past couple of years to determine what she had missed. This only made her sadder, and by the time she was nearly at her door, she was holding back sniffles.

She hated the fact that she cried so easily.

Not paying attention to where she was going, she found herself running into another boy her age, surprised when she realized it was Yamagishi of all people, one of Takemitchi’s friends that she’d seen a couple times but not really interacted with.

“Oh my gosh, sorry!”

Yamagishi looked at her in surprise.

“Kumi-chan, what are you doing here?”

She tilted her head, surprised by the question, pointing to her house a few paces away.

“I live here?”

Yamagishi’s face turned a deep shade of red, and he laughed nervously.

“Ah, yes… well, it was nice to run into you,” he said, politely, dashing in the opposite direction.

Kumi thought about the weird encounter and considered shrugging her shoulders and going on her way, but then she stopped in her tracks, and ran back to catch up to him.

“Hey!”

Yamagishi stopped, surprised and looked at her in surprise. Kumi faltered a little, phrasing the question, then blurted out, “you know a lot about gang stuff, right?”

Yamagishi scratched his head sheepishly but was clearly pleased. “Yeah, of course. I can literally tell you anything!”

Kumi nodded. “Have you heard about anything big happening tonight? With Tokyo Manji or…?” She didn’t outright say Valhalla, but it was the more pressing question for her.

Yamagishi furrowed his brow.

“Toman’s going to have a huge fight today, if it hasn’t already started…”

Kumi held her breath.

“Where?”

“There’s an old junkyard. I considered going just to see, just because I know it would be crazy, but my parents wanted me home unless I’d get in trouble. They’re going against Valhalla, everyone in the delinquent community knows about it.”

Her heart thumped, and she immediately went ahead to send a text to Kaksi to meet up with her immediately.

“Please tell me where it is.”

---

By the time the girls made it (with multiple wrong turns) to the junkyard, where there were even more people than the Valhalla hideout those couple days before, the fight was more than half over.

At least in sheer numbers,the crowd had already started to thin from Valhalla’s 300, including Baji, Kazutora, and the tall, lanky and obnoxious-sounding boy the girls would later know to be Hanma, and Toman’s 150, including Mikey, the source of all their problems, Kisaki and the rest of the gang they knew well. There were enough bruises and injuries and unconscious boys to go around, and while Kumi and Kaksi froze in space, their eyes quickly scanned the crowd for those that they cared about the most.

The first thing Kumi saw in the distance upon arrival - what they both saw - was the knife in Baji’s hands.

A knife that was raised to the heavens, loud words that sounded like nonsense to her tumbling out of his mouth, and a bold smile on his face.

What is he-

Before Kumi could even process the situation further, or even take account of the other bodies in the junkyard, Baji plunged that very knife straight into his abdomen.

And her heart stopped.

“Kei!”

Maybe his eyes widened for a moment as he searched for her voice, and he did finally see her running towards him, as he collapsed immediately into Chifuyu’s arms who were closer, stronger and faster.

He hadn’t factored this into his move.

In fact he’d thought about what he was doing but he hadn’t really thought at all, had he? Just doing whatever it took to save Kazutora.

Making his death matter.

Bambi, I…

“Kei!” Kumi screamed again, crying this time as she ran, until she found herself intercepted by Mitsuya who saw her run into the fray in time and held her back.

“Let me go!” She shrieked.

Mitsuya said nothing, but held on to her with all his strength, arms tightening as he turned her away, as her screams mixed with Chifuyu’s.

“Someone call an ambulance! Someone stop the bleeding! Please let me,” she sputtered and choked for a moment, losing the ability to breathe. “Let me help him!”

There was nothing she could do. Mitsuya’s grip was like iron and his hold felt like betrayal, and as she watched Baji, turned away from her while he said his final words, her stomach writhed in despair.

Her voice seemed to die in her throat.

“P-please let me go,” she continued helplessly, knowing that Mitsuya wouldn’t give in even for a second, and once she had lost the strength to scream hysterically any longer and her legs grew unsteady, he allowed her to fall to her knees and double over in sobs.

This was cruel, Mitsuya thought, but he could see that Kazutora and Mikey’s standoff was escalating and she couldn’t be in the middle.

Kaksi covered her mouth as she took in Baji’s corpse in turn and it seemed as though time had gone to a stand still until she heard the sickening crunch of Mikey’s knuckles connecting with Kazutora’s jaw.

“I’ll kill you!”

The words came out of Mikey’s mouth, repeated like a mantra and with them, his punches were heavy and relentless; Kaksi could sense the immediate intent to kill.

She couldn’t pretend she didn’t understand why. Kumi was curled into a ball beside her and within Mitsuya’s reach, still sobbing inconsolably while Chifuyu’s eyes clearly went in and out of focus, staring at his friend’s body. She could see the subtle pain behind Mikey’s voidless eyes.

Mikey was absolutely going to kill him.

Her feet moved on their own, faster than she had ever done before, dodging the arms that attempted to stop her. Kaksi could feel her heart racing and her stomach turning at the sight of her ex-boyfriend’s blood being splashed onto the floor. She couldn’t understand why no one was stopping them.

Baji…

Baji had just injured himself and this fight needed to end. So she didn’t think twice, loudly screaming at them to stop before getting in between Kazutora and Toman’s leader. She faced Mikey while her ex-boyfriend was shielded by her back, even though she was slightly smaller than him and much weaker.

The look in Mikey’s eyes was one she had never seen before. She shivered, realizing in what position she had just put herself in. But Kaksi couldn’t turn back now. The fury in his eyes spoke for him and she was unsure about what would happen to her at that moment. Takemichi stood behind while Chifuyu was still focused on Baji’s cold body in his arms. He watched the scene unfold, holding his breath but thankful that the girl had been quick to act.

“Get out of my way,” Mikey told her in an icy voice.

“Mikey, ple-”

Kaksi’s eyes widened as she felt Mikey’s strong hold on her. She let out a whimper as she felt herself pushed to the side, violently falling onto the ground. Everyone surrounding them watched in shock as Mikey aimed for Kazutora again. Takemichi took a step forward but to his relief, Kaksi was standing up again.

The pain from her fall was still present but she didn’t hesitate to run over to Mikey again, this time wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him back as hard as she could. He hit her once with his elbow and she cried out, unsure about being able to take another hit. Unfortunately, Kaksi only managed to put him off balance slightly despite being taller than Mikey and giving it all her strength.

The second hit she received had her fall back down, her hands as well as her knees covered in blood and dirt. That hurt, her breathing was heavier this time and she took a moment before standing up again. But the sight of Kazutora’s bloodied face and the sound of Mikey’s knuckles meeting bones was too much.

“Stop!” she screamed again, even louder than the first time, throwing her body in between the two boys again.

The sound of Draken’s voice calling out the girl’s name could be heard as his eyes followed Mikey’s fist but it was too late. Takemichi cried out watching her take a direct hit for Kazutora. Kaksi wanted to scream, the blunt force stronger than anything she had ever felt before but the sounds were caught in her throat as she found herself unable to breathe. She stumbled backwards. Mikey, stunned by the sight of her falling from his blow instead of Kazutora, stayed immobile.

What have I done?

Takemichi caught the girl in his arms, preventing her from hitting the ground, clearly unable to stand anymore. Horror took over Kazutora instantly as he watched her limp body, the pain probably too much for her to have withstood. He stepped forward, fury taking over him again at the sight of his unconscious darling.

Mikey didn’t move, eyes glued to her as Takemichi slapped her face gently in an attempt to wake her up. He didn’t mean to hurt her, he was aiming at Kazutora. He would never ever hit Kaksi, he thought as guilt washed over him. He would never hit a girl, and especially not this girl, his friend, or maybe more.

“You fucking asshole!” Kazutora yelled his fist connecting with Mikey’s jaw for the first time after a while.

The pain brought Toman’s leader back to his senses and it was instinctively that he blocked Kazutora’s next move. Takemichi watched once again, anger taking over him this time. They couldn’t be serious. He screamed out of frustration for Kaksi who couldn’t, Kumi who was still held back by Mitsuya and everyone surrounding them.

“What the fuck do you think Baji died for and Kaksi took that punch for?”

Kazutora’s eyes filled with tears as he looked over to his best friend’s corpse and his ex-girlfriend’s unconscious form. Mikey was about to argue but Takemichi cut him off, getting impatient now.

“He died for Toman! He died for you two, god damn it!”

Takemichi’s tears fell onto Kaksi as he gently moved her body, taking off his jacket hurriedly to put it under her head before walking over to the two boys fighting. But as the piece of clothing was folded, the charm Takemichi had kept with him fell, catching Mikey’s attention.

“Kazutora didn’t kill him!” he continued. “He killed himself because he didn’t want Kazutora to feel responsible! Because he wanted you to forgive Kazutora!”

Takemichi stopped for a moment, the sobs racking his body making it hard for him to speak.

“Everything Baji did,” he said. “He did it because he loved you guys! Why can’t you understand this?”

Kazutora found himself unable to move, too many conflicting emotions taking over him while Mikey kneeled, picking up the charm that was sent flying. He examined it carefully before asking Takemichi where he had found it. Then Mikey’s eyes widened in shock as the founding members of Toman realized who it belonged to and what it represented. He couldn’t help the tears blurring his vision at the realisation of what they had just lost and at what cost exactly. For a moment Mikey reminisced, brought back to Toman’s founding day.

“I didn’t create Toman,” he explained. “Baji did.”

Kumi, who had thought she didn’t have any more tears to cry, felt a new wave wash over her as her shattered heart ached harder. The emptiness she felt, piercing through everyone who had known Baji.

If one of us gets hurt, we’ll all protect them. I want a gang that’s all for one, and one for all.

They could all picture Baji saying those words, whether they had been there or not to witness it two years ago and at that moment everyone found that they couldn’t muffle the sounds of their pain anymore.

There was a pause that hung heavy, impregnated with tears, but where they all remained unmoving, as they considered everything that had been said.

Kumi stirred finally, wiping her tears, and turned to look at Mitsuya. He eyed her carefully, his own eyes no longer dry, and in a voice that sounded too pained to be speaking, she begged for a chance to move.

“It’s safe now, right? I’m not interfering anymore.”

Without waiting for an answer, she rose and walked over slowly to where Chifuyu still held her first crush, love, whatever she would call it. Chifuyu didn’t look up as she knelt down across from him and placed her head against Baji’s chest, her heart sinking as she couldn’t hear a heartbeat. Throat drying up, she might have deluded herself into imagining something, anything where there should be a sound, so instead she lifted her head quickly, and gently slapped him on the face.

“Wake up,” she whispered. She tapped his face again with her open palm, again trying to ignore how unnaturally cold his cheek was on contact.

She took a deep breath again, then thumped his chest again, a little harder this time. She knew very well that this was futile, and if anything she was upsetting Chifuyu even more, who had started to shake, but she was going to do this. She had to do this.

“Wake up, the fight is over and you’ll be fine. Someone called an ambulance and you need to get checked, but it’ll be okay.” She paused, and bit her lower lip.

She reached over to untie his ponytail, letting the hair tie sit on her wrist. As luck would have it, this one she recognized; he had borrowed it from her. She swallowed hard, as she ran a hand through his hair.

“Kumi, he’s-” Chifuyu started then stopped once she cut him off sharply.

“I know.”

Despite this, she still shook him.

“I forgive you for being mean, okay? We still have dates and movies to go to,” she leaned in closer to whisper in his ear, as though that was the reason why he wasn’t responding to her, not the fact that he was no longer breathing.

“I’ll learn how to make that yakisoba you like. Your mom promised to teach me before, remember? It won’t be as good but you have to promise to eat everything.”

“Kumi,” Chifuyu repeatedly her name softly, and she swallowed a sob but kept talking to the dead boy before her.

“I never gave you those chocolates I owe you, remember? You can’t die before I do that.”

As she said this, the tears she’d thought had run out just earlier seemed to replenish and she buried her face into his jacket and finally let herself weep fully, her arms around him.

“You’re so fucking mean, Baji Keisuke.”

[1994sunflower]

Ugh I read "heaven to you" and its sequel and now I really want a prequel with the reader losing her v card to Mikey. Pretty please with a cherry (preferably popped!) on top? 🍒

this was such a cute idea! i have no plans on making a full prequel but i’m so down for making long drabbles/blurbs (and even one-shots if i think they’re applicable to the prompt) about their relationship outside of the stories. i’m currently writing the sequel which is heavy so this was so nice to get back to sweet cute stuff with my favorite couple.

i went with a one-shot for this because it’s such a big moment in their relationship, especially for michael as you can see throughout the first two chapters of heaven to you.

in which you have sex for the first time

Michael had been asking you to come over for weeks now and while normally you wouldn’t think twice about it, it was the timing of it all. You’d been dating for nearly a year and if his reputation was anything to go by, sex was just looming in the background.

Michael had been great about not pressuring you but you knew it was something that was on his mind. Especially with the knowledge that Michael was more than experienced and while you never put that against him since it was before you met, you couldn’t exactly feel fine with the thought of possibly not being able to measure up to his expectations. Not that he ever gave any indication that he had any expectations for you to meet. In fact, he never once compared you to anyone or made you feel like he was. He always made you feel like you were important and the center of his attention.

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him. In fact he was the only one you trusted enough to be your first. You couldn’t imagine it being with anyone else, you didn’t want anyone else. Over the months of dating, you had grown to trust him and had fallen for him pretty hard. He was gentle and patient and you knew he would be the same for your first time. You didn’t doubt that he wouldn’t judge you or make you feel uncomfortable.

But you weren’t ready. Or, you were but your nerves easily drowned that out. And so you did what you could to avoid it. Including finding any excuse to not be alone with him, rescheduling meetings to take up a lot of your time, and keeping a safe distance between you.

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to, you did, so much so that you weren’t sure if you could hold yourself back if you were alone with him. But that was the very thing you were afraid of, letting go and then putting yourself in that awkward position you always feared. You couldn’t trust yourself. It wasn’t his fault so you felt kind of bad that you felt like you were punishing him. But you didn’t know what else to do.

He was very much intimidating as it was, you couldn’t imagine how small you would feel doing something so foreign, so out of your comfort zone, with him while it was like second nature to him. What if you did something wrong? You didn’t want to disappoint him, not when all you wanted to do was please him. Just the thought of him kissing you, his hands on your body, made you heat up with want. You wanted him so much. But the anxious thoughts were still at the back of your head.

You were beginning to think you were succeeding at stealthily evade the thing that made your heart race with just the thought of it. But that illusion came crashing down when you exited your classroom, only to find Michael leaning on the wall opposite the doorway.

When he pushed himself off of the wall and went to stand in front of you, you nervously flicked the corner of a paper sticking out from your folder. You were eye-level to his chest and so when you looked up so your gaze reached his face, you did so slowly.

Michael was staring down at you with hard eyes but they held no anger or animosity. You were sure the students trailing out behind you, whispering and staring at the big dressed-in-all-black man in front of you would think differently, though. You weren’t scared of him like they obviously were, walking much faster than usual. But you were definitely nervous at the confrontation that was no doubt about to happen.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He was straightforward and one of his inked hands reached to envelope your small one. His voice sounded rough but his actions were gentle. You were slowly learning to differentiate his real emotions from the external appearance he gave off. “Did I do something wrong?”

Your smile was forced and you let out a shaky breath when you did. A bit of your heart broke when you saw his eyes looking at you, worried. Worried about what he could’ve possibly done that made you want to ignore him, worried that you could break up with him before the relationship even fully got started.

“Nothing, nothing! I just…” You sighed, “It’s stupid. And it has nothing to do with you, Mikey. We’re fine.”

You saw a flash of a smile on his face at your nickname for him. He never let anyone call him anything other than Michael so you were nervous when you first called him Mikey. It just came out. But you relaxed when you saw the happy glint in his eyes. He loved it and he loved it because it came from you. It was a soft-side only you could see.

You settled to your natural position below his arm as he walked out of the building with you. Part of you wondered if he had a class he was missing but the answer was likely yes.

Michael was still looking down at you, not having to worry with accidentally bumping into anyone as it seemed everyone simultaneously decided to make a little pathway for the two of you. That was a treatment you were not used to.

“It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you, what is it?”

You felt your cheeks heat up. Were you really going to tell him? You didn’t think he would make fun of you or laugh, but you wouldn’t exactly blame him if he did. What if he was so weirded out he broke up with you? He definitely had more options on campus, you had heard the stories and while he knew you were a virgin and had respected it, your mind still gave you the worst case scenarios. In truth though, he really respected it. More than you expected coming from a man who could have sex whenever he wanted. He had patiently waited for months, not once even mentioning it. And you felt awful that you were repaying him by ignoring him for weeks now.

“I-I’m just nervous.” You glanced up at him from between your eyelashes, bashfully.

He stopped near a bench, his eyebrows furrowing and his eyes darting around, trying to make sense of what you were saying. “Nervous for what?”

Glancing around to make sure no one could overhear you, your voice lowered to a whisper. “To do…it…”

Michael didn’t say anything for a moment before it finally dawned on him. “Did I say something that made you feel uncomfortable? Because we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do! I didn’t even realize it was something that was on your mind.” He sat down on the bench so you, standing, were slightly taller than him for a change.

You sighed, leaning forward so his face was on your stomach and your hands were stroking his hair. “I know, and you didn’t even bring it up don’t worry. I was just thinking that, we’ve been dating for a few months now and I want to. I think I’m ready. I-I want you to be my first.”

Maybe it was your imagination that he held you tighter, closer, as you finished your sentence. But when you looked down, he was already looking up at you, his eyes darker than you remember them being.

“Yeah?”

You were blushing, your cheeks a dark red color, when you nodded timidly. “But I’m nervous.”

He stood at this point, making you crane your head to keep eye contact. One of his hands went to your neck and you swore you stopped breathing. Your breath hitched. But he rested his fingers on the side of your neck, his thumb being used to hold your titled chin up.

Michael’s voice was raspy when he spoke. “You have nothing to be nervous about, baby girl. We can go to your apartment if it’ll make you feel more comfortable.”

Oh my God. This was happening, right now.

You were done with classes. There was no reason to say no.

You feel your panties dampen as you nodded, almost like you were in a trance. Your heart leaped with excitement and just with the prospect that he was trying to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

You were stumbling the entire way to your house, even dropping your keys more than once when it came to unlocking your door. Michael on the other hand, was striding confidently and quickly, almost leading you. His arms were around your waist and every so often they were trail up beneath your shirt or sneak beneath the elastic of your skirt, skimming your skin there, not phased by the looks thrown your way.

You could see the physical reaction your confession had on him and somehow that just made you more sexually frustrated. But also slightly more nervous. At his excitement, you didn’t want to disappoint. Especially now.

The second your door opened, Michael had you pushed up against the wall of your apartment, swinging the door just behind him, carelessly. His entire focus was on you and your lips. You’d made out many times but this time felt different. His kisses were more frenzied, hotter and definitely hungrier. He was leaning down to kiss you but eventually, he picked you up. You gasped as he put you so you were laying across his shoulder. You were facing the room, your hands on his back to hold you up, as he walked you to your room. “Michael!”

Your chastising tone turned into a tiny scream as he lifted you off and practically threw you on the bed, but making sure you landed safely in your cushioned pillows. Your hair was all around you in a messy position. But you stared breathless up at Michael. It was almost wrong how turned on you got at being manhandled that way, being thrown around like you were a toy.

You were sure you whole face was red as he moved to hover above you. His body shadowed your entire figure. “M-Mikey.” Your voice was laced with want, without you even meaning it to be.

Michael moaned under his breath at the way you looked under him. Your cheeks tainted as your blood rushed to your face and your big doe eyes staring at him in with an innocent pout. He wanted to ruin you.

But he controlled himself just slightly by closing his eyes. “Let me know when you want to stop, okay? Whenever you feel uncomfortable just say the word.”

You nodded childishly, your mind not being able to process much of anything except for the fact that he was about to be inside you. You smushed your thighs together to try to soothe the ache between them.

Michael moved down and you knew what he was going to do so you took his shoulders to stop him. He looked at you with questioning eyes when you shook your head. “N-no. Just want you inside me. Please.”

He tore his shirt above his arms and then began doing the same with your ruffled shirt. You were both desperate, it was obvious with the quickness you both took to undress. You were surprised at how expertly he took off your panties and bra.

Everything was happening so fast. So much so that you had nearly forgotten what it was you were worried about. When Michael took a pause to look at you and your body, however, it all came rushing back. Your hands instinctively went to cover yourself from his eyes. The eyes that were staring at you with a level of adoration that you hadn’t seen before.

His hands captured your wrists before leaning down and kissing you. His silver chain dangling between your bodies.

Pushing your hands away, his own hands replaced yours. One of his hands cupped your tits, massaging them gently while the other traveled to your pussy. Pushing your legs apart, his index and ring fingers spread your lips before his thumb rubbed your clit.

Your hips stuttered, grinding upwards against his hand at the pleasure they brought which seemed to make you lightheaded. You wanted more.

Glancing up at him, you saw the way his built body was strewn with black ink. The visuals of which had your own hands exploring his abdomen, neck, and arms. You had always found them attractive but seeing them in their entirety, how they took up much of his body, they were downright sinful to look at. He was perfect.

His finger prodded your entrance and your mouth had fallen open. Only mewling sounds could escape you. Michael smirked, his gaze transfixed on your open mouth. Dirty thoughts littered his brain.

“Am I the first person to touch you like this, little one?” He’d never called you that before. You sucked in your breath and nodded. Suddenly aware of how small you were compared to him and you felt yourself practically gushing at the thought.

“Good.” He groaned out. One of his hands left your chest and reached up to your lips, his thumb pulling your bottom lip down slowly, his eyes following every movement.

The dichotomy was almost too much. The way his rough hands, covered in tattoos and scars, gently caressed your naked body was so different from what you expected. But it was exactly what you needed.

His hands left you as he shifted to be directly on top of you. “Are you ready?” The tip of his nose skimmed your cheek.

You were really about to do this.

You bit your bottom lip for a second, “I just don’t want to disappoint you.” You whispered so lowly that he wouldn’t have been able to hear if he weren’t so close to you.

Again, his big hand reached up to your face, this time taking a whole of your jaw, his palm covering nearly your entire jawbone. But he was gentle with you. A thought in the back of your mind considered what it would be like if he was rougher. You felt yourself clench around nothing at the thought.

“You don’t have to worry about that. Just the thought of me taking your virginity makes me want to bust a nut right here and now.”

A nervous giggle left you and he smiled right alongside you. And finally, you found the courage to nod. You trusted him. In fact, now that you were with him, any and all insecurity seemed to go away as if it didn’t exist at all. He had that power, to make you feel confident. Like there was no one in the world that mattered more.

Michael looked down between you as you grabbed onto his muscular biceps. Glancing down, you saw him take a hold of his dick and lead it right to your entrance. You inhaled sharply at his size. Of course you didn’t have much of any experience but even then you knew he was big. Bigger than you expected at least. And he was almost painfully hard. How had you gotten such a hot boyfriend?

The head of his dick touched prodded your entrance experimentally and you stiffened at the foreign feeling. You feared your cheeks would be permanently red from how much you were blushing. The room felt hot and your body was like it was on fire but still you felt coldness at your nerves.

Michael took a hold of your inner thigh, moving your legs to be even more open. “Relax.” He murmured, “I’ll go slow. Just let me do everything, okay? I want this to feel good for you.” His voice was a soft, comforting coo.

When he finally entered you, your back arched forward as you gasped sharply. There was pain and you weren’t sure if it was supposed to feel like what you were feeling or if it was amplified because of his length and girth. Maybe both. He was filling you up impossibly tight.

Michael, for his part, closed his eyes and tilted his head back in pleasure as he entered you. “You’re so tight.” He groaned out and it almost sounded like he was in pain but one of his hands trailing back to your boob and kneading was an indication that it was pleasure, not pain. He had expected you to be tight but not this tight. It felt like you were suffocating his dick but in the best way possible.

He’d never been with a virgin before, you knew. And you didn’t think either of you had expected the feelings you were currently feeling. Your pain dissolved rather quickly and once it did, the overwhelming pleasure, a new kind of sensation you had never felt before, set in.

Michael watched you with cautious eyes, stopping when he saw your face scrunch up in pain. Moving only when he heard an elongated moan come out of you when the pain started to subside.

His thrusts were slow at first, testing the waters to make sure no pain remained. But once you began writhing under his, your hands fisting the fabric of your bed sheets, he began to move faster. Or as fast and deep as he could in your still tight cunt. Part of his dick still couldn’t fit into you and he had to stop his eyes from rolling to the back of his head at the sight. It was like a fantasy to see your small body so filled.

“Fuck, look at you.” He muttered, “Stuffed with my cock. Can hardly get it in all the way.” He gave an abrupt thrust, pushing himself all the way inside you, making you gasp out loud. “But you’re still blushing like you’re shy. As if your pussy isn’t getting absolutely destroyed.”

The sight of you was possibly the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. You were blushing like a shy, virginal little girl while you let his thick cock pound into you. Your hands searched anything they could find to hold tightly to, your body writhing under him.

It was even better when he knew that that was exactly what you were. You were so cute and pure but here you were, letting yourself be corrupted by the guy that everyone least expected, the one that screamed bad news and had a rap sheet to prove it. He was the one that was taking away your innocence, the very thing that you seemed to exude. He was taking it and defiling it for his pleasure. That thought had him thrusting harder into you, with a new vigor just because he could.

And he knew you would only be like that for him. He was the only man that had ever touched you, ever fucked you. Only his cock has and ever will be drilling into you like he currently was. Only he has ever known your body and only he would be able to help you explore what you liked and teach you what he liked. You were his, totally and completely. And he was never letting you go.

He wasn’t sure if it was that thought which stroked his possessive ego or because this was the first time he’d had sex with someone he actually loved but your pussy felt nearly magical around his cock.

“So pretty.” He refrained himself from saying more. He wanted to fuck you like the doll you resembled, tell you every dirty, degrading thing he wanted to do to you, with you. But he didn’t. It wouldn’t do any good to do anything outside of your comfort zone, especially for your first time. Instead, he focused on making you the most comfortable possible. And if that meant he got to tell you how much he loved you and how good you were for him, then all the better. He would have plenty of time to show you everything he wanted to teach you and find out what your secret little kinks were later.

His hands had moved to hold your legs still as they moved every time you flailed under him, trying to cope with the pleasure. Your body began bouncing under him as his thrusts got more punctuated and faster. You egged him on, wanting him to please you as much as he could. You didn’t want him to be gentle and slow just because it was your first time. No, you’d been yearning for him to fuck you for too long for that.

“You’re doing so well. Such a good girl, letting me fuck you like this.” He praised, kissing your thigh. “Taking my cock so well, baby girl.”

Your eyes were shut, your mouth capturing your bottom lip, as he drilled into you, thrusting deep. His hips moved expertly so much so that you finally understood why he was his activities in the bedroom were so well known.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to my cock soon and it’ll be the only one you’re going to get from now on. You’re mine.”

Your moans had started to get higher in volume but shorter and quicker. Nodding at his words, “O-only want your cock.”

Your words were filthy. You had never talked like that before just like he had never talked to you like that before. You weren’t even aware either of you could say something so dirty but coming form his mouth, they just made your stomach erupt in butterflies.

Michael growled at your words, his thrusts getting rougher as he finally managed to stretch you out enough to take all of his cock, going as deep as he could go. You were taking it in stride considering his size and it was your first time. He was too far gone so he couldn’t control his next words. “I’m going to make this cunt mine. Yeah, you want that?” His lips found yours in a bruising kiss. “Gonna become a slut just for me?”

It was like his invisible self control had snapped. While he remained relatively gentle in his thrusts and his touch was still soft and controlled, his words were nothing you’d ever heard before. From him or from anyone.

And you loved it. You were panting at his surprising and dirty words, your face heating up more and your heart nearly pounding out of your chest. You wanted him to make good of everything he was saying. And as he stared at your flushed face, the more he wanted to make good of his words, the harder he fucked into you.

It blew his mind how sexy he found the paradox between your bashful appearance and the perverted things you were currently allowing him to do to you, especially as you looked up at him, helpless to do much except enjoy the pleasure, with those big demure eyes. Not so demure anymore as they were filled with profane lust.

His words made you feel sexy and your earlier insecurity had completely left your mind. You were more than pleasing him. This had to be the best sex he’d ever had. If he would’ve known fucking a virgin, specifically his virgin girlfriend, would’ve felt so good, he would’ve snatched you up a long time ago. Because he knew it was you that was making this feel so good. Any other girl wouldn’t have the same effect. No, only you could make him feel like this.

Leaning forward until your naked bodies were together, his actions made everything seem that much more intimate and as you listened to his breathing, you felt so vulnerable and loved in that vulnerability. Clenching around him, you began pushing against him, meeting his thrusts as well as your inexperienced hips could. But it worked because he let out a curse and then your name.

If you had any worry that you were doing anything wrong, it was gone when he was back in control o himself and moaned out, “That’s perfect. You feel so good. You like that?”

Your answer came in a repeating of ‘yeah’s that were beginning to sound like a mantra. You couldn’t put your thoughts together enough to come up with full sentences.

“Of course you do, always so good for me, little one. You were made for me. Made for my cock, we fit so perfectly. Everything I could want.”

His praise made you blush thoroughly and made your heart soar. It made you just want to do anything you could to make him feel good. Even if it was completely new territory to you, his sweet words were exactly what you needed to let you not feel awkward or insecure but instead focus on enjoying the moment.

He was not only making you feel comfortable but also confident enough to let loose and want to do it again. And again and again. Without the insecurity. He loved you, you loved him and you couldn’t think of a better way to have sex for the first time.

You thought for a second that he not only met but exceed all of your expectations of how good he would be in bed but then his cool eyes met yours and you stopped thinking at all. You didn’t even question if he felt as good, as pleasured as you did because his eyes were dark with desire and sweat was accumulating on his body as he grunted.

You were practically screaming around them as his strokes slowed down, entering and going out twice before he hammered into you. Your breaths came out in short spurts and with them your broken moans.

The knot that had formed in you exploded and you felt yourself clench around him again as you came. Your cum was dripping down your thighs, onto him.

His thrusts were becoming sloppy, “That’s right…” He looked down between you. “Just like that.”

He kept thrusting, his words came out constrained as if he was trying to hold something back. “Where can I cum?”

He usually lasted longer than that. But he couldn’t when he was thinking of what exactly he was doing: taking his sweet, small, innocent girlfriend’s virginity. Not when he was ruining her so good that she just exploded all over him. No, that thought alone made him have to force back his incoming orgasm. But he couldn’t for long.

You wanted it to be a surprise when you told him you went on birth control weeks before. And you knew you made the right decision when you saw his face. “Inside me.”

Michael’s eyes widened impossibly and his thrusts just got faster as he groaned out. You were a dream, too good to be true. Much too good for him. “Shit.”

His cum filled you up in the best way possible. But still you felt empty when he finally pulled out. Your body craved him back, even just for the contact of having him that close to you.

You watched Michael spread your puffy and sore lower lips apart, watching your cum, mixing together, trickling down your inner thigh. He sucked a breath in at the sight. “God, you’re so beautiful. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Your heart swelled.

Then he moved to lay directly beside you, his head leaning, satisfied, on your pillow. While you took up a little more than half of the bed length, his body covered the entire thing.

You were blushing when you hid your face in your pillows, but he took a hold of your face before you could. “You did so good, took me so well.”

Blushing, you bit your bottom lip. “Was it good for you?”

Then Michael laughed, but not a cruel or mocking laugh. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

To which you rolled your eyes until he took a hold of your hair, pulling it so that you looked at him again. You worried yourself slightly when you got turned on at the action. Maybe he was corrupting you like everyone warned. If he was, you definitely didn’t mind.

“I mean it. Your pussy was so tight and you were so hot.” His lips pecked yours lovingly.

He smiled wickedly back at your timid smile. You snuggled into him, slowly as your body was already beginning to feel sore. His arm wrapped around you easily. “I’m sorry if some the things I said were too far. Kinda lost control there.” He sounded almost sheepish.

Looking up at him, you felt your face heat up again. You were almost worried he’d judge you for your next words. “Don’t be. I….I liked it.”

But he did the exact opposite. His eyes darkened as he searched your face, looking for any hint that you were kidding. When he found none, he moved his face to be just a few millimeters from yours. “Don’t look at me with those big eyes and blush like that while you say that, little girl, unless you want to be stuffed with my cock again.”

Your mouth fell open at his words. He was usually so kind and cautious with his words, you had never known him not to be overly concerned with you and your feelings. Though he made sure to praise you during your first time, now, the degrading words that he had sprinkled in were right alongside them. And you didn’t mind one bit. You had definitely uncovered a new side of Michael. A side that you really liked. Maybe you had uncovered a new side of you as well.

His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb moving back and forth, as if he was considering something. Like just how good you would look with his hand around your neck while he fucked you. “But you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

You might your lip, nodding shyly to which he chuckled. “Of course you would.”

Life was so good. It handed you a sex god on a silver platter. You were sure your first time wasn’t supposed to feel as good as it did. But even though the pleasure was on your mind, you also thought about how lucky you were that he was your first. You’d never felt as loved or connected with someone as you did in that moment. You were convinced you wouldn’t have felt as at ease and guided if it was with someone else.

It was a while before he talked again, “I guess you’re not the pure girl everyone thinks you are anymore.” He was smirking triumphantly, “Now, you’re mine.”

not this being 5.1k words. might’ve gone a little overboard but i really liked this prompt! hope you do too :)

i really had fun exploring the beginnings of their relationships where y/n is very much still shy and intimidated of michael and where michael is a lot more reserved in bed in order not to overwhelm her or scare her too much but still slipping in what he would eventually be like in the actual story.

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lessons in opposites

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It’s not that Raph really prefers one brother over the other; he’s been blessed with three great brothers and one fantastic sister and Raphael is grateful every day, as sure as he’s got life and breath in him, he’s so grateful that he’s not alone. 

April asks, just for laughs, for a silly documentary on their Lair Games, if Raph had a favorite brother; and off the bat, on instinct, he wants to deny that he does. He loves them all. But then he blurts out Mikey’s name without thinking and then things start to shift, and Raph starts to wonder if he’s a terrible brother for that.

“It’s not a big deal, Raph,” Donnie says, after having seen the clips of how little faith his brothers had in his athleticism, and that one little clip of Raph easily admitting Mikey was his favorite, followed up by Leo, “It’s just a joke…”

But he says it in the way that’s pinched and just a little forced like he does when he takes hard hits and bad falls and just wants to laugh it off because he’s fine. 

Raph swallows, nods, presses a smile that feigns belief in Donnie’s words, but he can’t stop glancing over at his brother’s face the whole rest of the time they watch April’s (incredibly edited) documentary film. 

His brother keeps his eyes downcast and does that thing where he wrings his hands till they get weirdly slick with this mucusy stuff. 

Like when he’s hurt and holding back. 

And Raph makes a silent promise, then, that he’ll definitely make it up to his brother.

---

Life has a funny way of just screwing plans and promises over. Raph trains extra with his father on early mornings, learning to think, to focus, to get his fears under control. Donnie locks himself into work by the time training is over, and then they go patrol and watch something on Netflix and then the day is spent and it’s 4am. 

So it’s not exactly intentional, the way their paths just don’t cross long enough for Raph to really get the chance to make it up to Donnie. But it’s still shitty and Raph knows there’s something he can do- he has to. 

And so he googles a bunch of stuff going on in Manhattan, something that wouldn’t be so obviously intended on compensating for basically saying Don is his least favorite brother. Something Donnie won’t suspect, because if he did- 

“If you asking me is a way of ‘reparations’ for the Lair Games documentary, Raph…”

“It’s not-” Raph raises his arms in innocence, and crosses over his plastron, “Turtle’s honor, Donnie. ‘S just the guys...they’ll be all ‘that’s lame’, and you…”

“Wouldn’t think a teddy bear world is lame?” Donnie quirks his perfectly drawn brow and cocks his head a little at Raph.

This is going abysmally, but not quite in a way that wasn’t expected. Raph bites his own tongue from just spilling his intentions heartfeltly- because he can’t scare his brother off right now. He’s gotta play it cool. 

“Uhhh, I mean, I-”

“Because you’d be pretty accurate,” Donnie interjects, and despite his voice remaining flat, his lips curve into a ghost of a smile, and Raph’s heart stops pounding so hard, “I was wondering when you would finally ask one of us, ugh a dream come true.”

Raph genuinely cannot tell if Donnie is being sarcastic, though roughly fifteen years of training has at least let him gather, from that weird way his brother’s eyes got super overbright when he was excited, that Donnie really, like super straight up, means it. 

“Wow…. well, aight then,” Raph laughs with his words, still not believing how easy it was to simply…ask to spend time with his brother, “Just pick a disguise and we good!”

“Yup, normal disguise. Friday it ‘tis,” Donnie returns the laugh, a touch awkward, before taking his sandwich back to his lab. 

And the slightly manic look that Raph catches in his brother, just as he slips from view, makes a lot of little pieces in Raph’s head come together, like a little, horrifying jigsaw puzzle.

Because Raph has been blessed with having Donnie as a brother for fourteen years, he knows a terrible plan forming when he sees one. 

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Donnie takes pride in his intellect, like not in a super cocky way, he’s just glad he’s been gifted with the ability to make a pea shooter in one afternoon that also has the capability to laser off a bastard’s face. 

Still he’s not too prideful to admit that he’s sometimes stupid as hell, in the emotional department, and social department. And while that’s not exactly ideal, Donnie’s got four pretty incredible siblings to lean on for that and so he doesn’t really complain about the impossibility of picking up social cues. 

But sometimes, like when his older brother is standing across from him uncomfortably stiff, babbling on about Teddy Bear Town- well sometimes Donnie kinda wishes he did get it. 

It’s only until he’s stacking his third layer of his sandwich that Donnie really understands what this is all about. Because Raph’s got his ‘I’m nervously trying to make it up to you’ stink, and then Donnie remembers the documentary, and Raph’s commentary, and the really…awful way Donnie pretended not to feel afterwards. 

He doesn’t want Raph to pity invite him, he doesn’t need that. And Donnie’s gonna make sure his brother knows he’s fine- he’s chill and and he’s okay with potentially being Raph’s least favorite. 

So he’s supposed to respond to Raph nonchalantly, to just go with Raph and be cool about it but- 

“Shelldon, download all the info you can find on Teddy Town…”

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“Rise and shine, bud!” 

Donnie must’ve drank four extra shots of espresso to be this hype this early, and Raph grips the steering wheel of the Turtle Tank a little harder to try and not smell so nervous. Because there’s no way Donnie could have actually known what Raph’s intentions were, like he had to have just thought that this was a normal thing, and not a ‘I’m so sorry I made you feel less than appreciated, please forgive me’ type of thing. 

And Donnie is definitely onto something, even if he’s not onto Raph. He’s just got that glint in his eyes, and Raph feels just a little bit selfish for wanting this to be a normal day- for his brother to  just be-

“Uh...thanks for taggin’ along,” Raph doesn’t intentionally cut Donnie off, but his brother’s talking a mile a minute about the history of Teddy Bear Town and Raph knows that he’s only doing it because he feels he has to. 

Donnie stops himself, blinks, and puts his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, “It’s no big deal…” he says, in complete contrary to his hyperactive Ted Talk, “Being benched for a sprained ankle was shit, needed to get out anyway…”

He glances over at Raph and looks instantly, incredibly smaller. 

Raph thumbs the steering wheel, drumming against it in thought, in a search for words. 

He doesn’t have to do this kinda stuff with Mikey, and Leo never shuts up- and Donnie is just…

“Bluetooth, connect to my phone,” Donnie says abruptly, before Raph even gets the chance to think of something to say. 

And they stay quiet, listening to music the whole way there.

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Things feel significantly less awkward in the bigger crowd. Raph is grateful for all the noise and movement that he can shift his focus on, instead of the downcast way Donnie’s been carrying himself since halfway through their ride over here. 

And Raph’s always kinda felt his younger brother had a tough time expressing himself- that they were different that way. That Raph carried his heart on his sleeve and that his brother didn’t. But now he’s starting to see that maybe he’s got some things twisted. That he and Donnie are a lot more alike in these things than Raph thought. 

“Stay close,” he tells his brother, because as aloof as humans are, they’re still humans, and they don’t always accept what’s different.

Raph remembers telling Donnie that, when they first met April, when Donnie surprisingly was the first to reach out and grab her little hand and compare it to his. And Donnie had looked at him weird, and yeah, well humans aren’t the only ones that don’t understand ‘different’. 

The memory hits Raph so suddenly, and almost makes him miss a step. 

He turns to find Donnie staring at him, which must mean Donnie noticed, because of course he did.

And Raph stares back because oh. Holy shit. 

“Uh…” Donnie glances around awkwardly, “Raph, you’re giving off a weird...vibe right now. You good-”

“Can we talk?” Raph blurts out, and surveys their surroundings, for a place to dip, “Like real quick?” 

Donnie looks like he wants to bolt now, which would be ideal in the packed hallway of the mall. But he doesn’t. He just swallows and darts his eyes and nods.

Sure. 

Pros to being trained ninjas is the ability to disappear quickly, and they find a quiet, tucked away spot where Raph finally lets himself breathe. 

“You’re different,” he says it quickly and rushed and Donnie’s eyes briefly widen in some sort of surprise, but Raph presses on despite his sloppy start, “You….you think different, you think, like, way smarter than us, an’ you make different jokes and express differently an’ that doesn’t. It’s not bad, Donnie.” 

His brother keeps his eyes to the ground, kicking gently at nothing, “I don’t care that you said I’m your least favorite, Raph,” he mumbles. 

“But you do,” Raph counters back, and keeps his voice leveled, tries not to talk to Donnie too softly or else he’d feel babied, “And that’s normal, and I wish I could say that what I said wasn’t...I dunno, like a…”

“Reflection of how you feel?” Donnie poses, but his words aren’t angry, even if Raph feels his brother’s got full rights to be.

He sighs, deflating a little, “Yeah...yeah, I guess it’s that. But not because I think...it’s because I get really...weirdly insecure man. You’re a freaking genuis and I know you never try an’ make us feel dumb, but- and then we’re both super bad at words and I just… I dunno Dee.”

Raph takes the extra step to go close the distance between him and Donnie, and Donnie stiffens up- at first, for just a couple of seconds, “But I love you, ‘cause you’re an awesome person, and ya not my least favorite. You’re not. And ya don’t gotta pretend you’re cool with everything.”

Donnie pulls back, a dorky smile on his face, which is infinitely better than the sad way he looked earlier, even better than the way he pretended like everything was good and it wasn’t.

“You don’t have to pretend either,” Donnie says, unlocking their eye contact, and staring back at his feet, “I know you were trying to...to make it up to me, but. You could’ve- you didn’t have to invite me.”

“But I wanted to,” Raph says it and means it with everything he’s got, “Really, Donnie. A-and I wanted to do somethin’ that ya wouldn’t think was me just tryna get on your good side, ya know. Somethin’ we could just...do.”

“And I messed up, the whole info-dumping….” 

He’s doing it again, he’s making himself smaller and Raph’s not allowing that. 

“Okay, half of that stuff, I woulda never known- and ya looked all’a that up just to get to understand me better. I just didn’t want you...t’ think you had to...say all that.”

“And I didn’t want you to think you had to invite me,” Donnie quips back, but ends it with a small smile, “So I guess we’re in the same proverbial boat.”

Raph snorts, “The boat of insecurity…”

And Donnie, stiff and awkward and still full of feeling, takes his turn to hug Raph fully this time, “Screw that boat.”

-----

In the end Donnie makes his bear with a shitton of detail, getting so wrapped up in it that they spend a couple hours there.

And Raph’s bear is simple, not all that complex like his brother’s- but that’s more than okay, actually.

Their differences were more than okay.

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Young and Reckless (It’s Just Past 8)

Frank Iero x Band Member!Reader (Gender Neutral), Bullets era.

Words: 1234

Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction. No part of this story is meant to be libel, slander, or in any way derogatory towards any character’s real life counterpart. I’m not delusional; I know that these characters are simply based off of a public persona and may not actually resemble the people behind those personas. Any additional characters that you do not recognize are entirely fictional, unless otherwise stated. And finally, if you got here by Googling yourself, whatever happens next is 100% on you.

Touring could get weird. It was tough being away from friends and family for months at a time, sleep could only be found at the oddest of times and places, the food was questionable at best, and showers were practically non-existent. All of this combined with the nervous thrill of trying to play a killer show every single night sometimes made people act out in weird ways. Moods varied from cranky to hyper to withdrawn, often all within the same night. When My Chemical Romance began to tour more and more often in support of their debut record, this was something you had to learn to love- you were one of the band’s original members, after all. Therefore, one quiet afternoon during the heat of summer, it really didn’t come as a surprise when Frank randomly started pinching your arm during a particularly long stretch on the road.

“Frank.”

Pinch.

“Frank, I swear to god. I am trying to read.”

Pinch.

“If you pinch me one more time-” you glared down at Frank, who was curled up on his back with the top of his head pushed against your hip. He grinned right back up at you, the picture of innocence. However, you (and anyone who had known him for more than 5 minutes) were well aware that “Frank” and “innocence” should never be used in the same sentence.

“If you kids don’t stop fighting, I will turn this car around; so help me God,” Gerard called idly from the driver’s seat.

Pinch.

“Okay Frank, really now, what’s up?” you said, keeping your voice down so that Gerard could focus on the road. You shut your worn novel and twisted in your seat to look down at him. He just smiled again and turned over, already on the way to falling asleep.

---

By the time you were midway through the set at that night’s club, you had completely forgotten about the confusing and mildly infuriating incident with Frank. On stage, everything else seemed to fade away - except for the guys and the music you were working so hard to bring to life. However, what had happened earlier that afternoon was brought to the forefront of your mind when Frank started throwing picks at you from across the stage.

At first, it was easy to chalk it up to his chaotic stage persona- he was always doing whatever he could to get a rise out of you, Mikey, or Ray. However, it soon became clear that tonight he was zeroed in on you, taking every short break between songs to launch picks and water bottle caps at your back and the side of your head. You tried to catch his eye a couple of times, wondering if you had done something to genuinely piss him off, but he just laughed and refused to meet your questioning stare.

---

After the show, when the endless barrage of small projectiles had ended, you tried to corner him while you were supposed to be helping load up the van. You cut him off just as he came out the back door of the club, glaring at him with your arms crossed.

“Hi, um, excuse me, Frank, but what the actual fuck,” you demanded.

Instead of explaining his sudden fixation with mildly attacking and greatly confusing you, or even addressing you like a normal human being and speaking to you directly, he dropped the box of cables he was holding at your feet. Grinning wider than before, he ran across the parking lot, spurring Ray to chase after him, laughing. You sighed, picked up the box, and started carrying it towards the van when the glint of a familiar pair of glasses caught your eye. Instinctively, you glanced in their direction, and saw Mikey observing the entire situation with a carefully bored expression.

“Mikey, what’s going on with Frank? Did I do something?” you asked plainly. Mikey was the one to go to if there was conflict within the band; somehow, he always seemed to know everything that was going on.

“I don’t know,” he said, almost smirking. “What do you think’s happening?”

“I honestly have no clue. He’s acting…” you frowned, realization dawning on you. “He’s acting like a third grader with a crush!”

Mikey said nothing, and simply turned around to continue loading the van.

The idea that Frank might have a thing for you… was jarring, to say the least. You had spent the entirety of the last several months carefully constructing a mental wall between your friendship with Frank (for the sake of the band) and your feelings for him. Since the first time you had watched Pencey play in a crowded basement, to opening for them with My Chem in the next state over, and finally, Frank joining the band just before the release of Bullets, you had only fallen deeper and deeper for him. The idea that maybe, just maybe, the secret that you had been harboring for almost a year didn’t need to be kept secret anymore made you feel like a third grader with a crush too.

After that mildly earth-shattering revelation, all of Frank’s weird behavior quickly turned from being confusing and frustrating to endearing. You felt giddy, giggling every time Frank made a big show of stealing a fry off of your plate at the diner the band had chosen for a late dinner that night. Though you were eager to find out if your suspicions were correct, you knew you needed to wait until the two of you were alone. Luckily, it happened to be Frank’s turn to drive next, and you had won the right to shotgun that night after beating Ray in an intense game of license plate bingo.

The rest of dinner passed in a blur, and before you knew it, you were watching the streetlights fly past as Frank navigated the van back onto the freeway. For a while, the two of you drove in silence, not wanting to disturb the other four who were clearly trying to get some sleep before the next bathroom break. Clearly, the playful, teasing mood of earlier was gone, though the companionable silence wasn’t unpleasant.

After a few minutes, Frank cleared his throat. “Why don’t you put on some music?” he suggested.

You flipped through the stack of CDs in the glove compartment, settling on one that you knew both of you loved. After turning down the volume to an appropriate level, you kicked back in your seat, occasionally checking the rearview mirror to make sure everyone else was asleep. You also noticed Frank glancing at you out of the corner of his eye every so often.

It was now or never, you thought. “Frank,” you started.

“Yeah?”

“So, about earlier…” you watched as his grip tightened on the steering wheel. “You were really acting up, huh? Trying to get my attention?”

He nodded, turning scarlet.

“Well, you didn’t need to act like a lovesick fourth grader,” you laughed. ”You already had it. You have since the day we met.”

You watched his face as he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. “I do?”

“Of course you do, so why don’t we skip to the part where we hold hands underneath the slide?” you grinned.

Smiling, he took one hand off of the wheel and gently rested it on yours.

“I think we can do that.”

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Frostbite Chapter 4- Broken Promises

AN: Happy Friday everyone! I hope you all enjoy Chapter 4. :D

Previous Chapter: https://pepperimps01.tumblr.com/post/646112113682710528/frostbite-recovery-chapter-3

Summary: Casey and Donnie struggle with their feelings. Leo reunites with the new mutant, and finds more info about them.

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Casey grunted and grumbled as he wandered downstairs, still in his pajamas. Predictably dad wasn't in the kitchen, so he fixed himself and Riley a bowl of cornflakes. Dad was rarely ever at home, usually cruising through different bars to stay occupied, so Casey had to step up.  He wasn't really a cook, not that he would have time to make a meal.

"Riley, breakfast!" He hollered, running his hand through his messy curls.

The chipper girl skipped down the steps two at a time. She plopped down, inhaling her cornflakes like she hadn't eaten in days. She was already dressed in a blouse and skirt, the uniform required at her middle school.

Casey joined her, eating his cereal a bit slower as he fixed his hair. Not that he cared too much about his appearance.

"You know a comb would be more effective." Riley teased, mouthful of milk and cereal. "Something really weird happened last night. I almost thought it was a dream but it couldn't be."

Casey raised an eyebrow.

"I ordered food from Murakami's. I was so hungry, you know."  She continued. "And I walked home with my noodles and these assholes started attacking me."

Casey dropped his spoon so loudly it made a clanging noise. "What? Did they hurt you?"

She scoffed. "No, that's the best part. Sure, I was holding my own, but this guy with his sick karate moves saved me! And Sparky too! My pet racoon."

He wanted to tell her that a raccoon didn't qualify as a pet, and heck, he didn't even see the little rodent, but he was too concerned about his sister's wellbeing. "You're lying. You just did your homework last night."

"Except you know I never do my homework." Riley said snarkily. "No...he was really nice. Actually he was a bit strange. Donatello was his name." She perked up. "You wouldn't believe what he-"

"Shut up Ri, stop talking nonsense." Casey rolled his eyes. "Get ready for school. April's walkin' with us today."

"But he-"

"Riley!"

Riley frowned, slumping over, but complying as she grabbed her backpack moodily.

He chewed at his lip. He knew he was being a total jerk, but he also wanted his sister to just be lying. She was known to tell tales but he hated being so dismissive. He'd have to ask later.

After getting dressed and actually combing through his hair, he heard a knock at the door.

"I'll get it!" Riley shouted, clumsily leaping over a bookbag, nearly crashing into the wall as she ran towards the front door. "Hi April!"

"Hiya Riley," The redhead said. "You guys ready to go?"

"I am. Yo Casey, are you?"

"Yep." He grabbed his bag.

"Let's go then."

The trio headed out the door, Riley chattering mindlessly about something.

"I'm gonna stay late today." She said. "Baseball practice."

"Baseball?" April looked at her quizzically. "I thought you played hockey."

"I play both. Duh." Riley rolled her eyes, avoiding a crack in the sidewalk. "I'm the best player on the team, even though I'm the only girl. Hockey..." She cringed. "I prefer to watch, I think." She stopped, crouching down to watch a raccoon scurry through some trash.

"Come on Riley, we're gonna be late." Casey said.

"But he's so cute." Riley cooed. "I missed you Sparky!"

"How do you even know that's the same possum?"

"Racoon. And I just know." She scratched his furry head. The creature's big black eyes widened, accepting the pets happily.

"Ugh, no, he could have diseases or rabies or something-" Casey grabbed her by the backpack straps and pulled her away. Ignoring his sister's struggles, he looked at April: "Did you do Ms. Thompson's homework?"

"Yes, last night." She hummed, glancing back at him. "No, you can't copy it."

"Damn. Can you help me with it?"

April chuckled. "Sure thing."

"You're the best, Red."

She smiled, taking his hand in hers. "I've missed you, Casey."

"I've missed you too."

"Guys!" Riley interrupted. "Stop ogling and take me to school already!"

They blushed, April easily slipping her hand back in her pocket as if nothing had happened between them.

Thankfully, her school was just around the corner, giving him and April plenty of time to talk on their way to the high school.

"So...Red," Casey said, fixing his hair self consciously. "There's a new Beetlewoman movie comin' out on Friday."

April nodded. "There is."

"I heard it's even better than the last one."

She hummed. "I heard that too."

"Do you wanna go with me?"

"Are you asking me on a date?" She asked bluntly.

"That depends, are you gonna say yes?"

April stared at him for a moment, contemplating her answer carefully.

"It's a no, isn't it?" He sighed, defeated. "I could have sworn this would be the day."

"Jones," She said firmly. "Casey, you know I like you a lot."

"I have an annoying feeling that there's gonna be a 'but' somewhere..."

"But, I need to focus on myself right now. Dating is just another thing to worry about. My life is crazy enough." She laughed weakly. "You do know I like you and Donnie, right?"

Casey made a face. "What does this have to do with Donnie?"

"Everything." She looked away wistfully. "You'll figure it out eventually."

"Whatever you say, Red. Come on, the bell's about to ring."

~•~

Peace and quiet was all Donatello craved. The brief moments of silence he received when working on a project were always savored. Even as a curious little tot, he loved blissful quiet. Which was difficult when living in the same sewers as three other rambunctious turtles- but he made do.

Hunched over his desk, he carefully followed the instructions written down. Deja vu was a common occurrence now, and it certainly didn't help with the gelatinous blob form of Timothy watching him work.

"Don't worry Tim," He said through a yawn. "I won't rest until you're cured, buddy."

The floating eyeballs blinked back at him. Looking at him too long was sure to make anyone squeamish, but Donnie could only feel guilt and pity.

"Nothing will stop me from-"

"Yo D!"

Donnie massaged his temples, recognizing the voice immediately. For once, he wished it was Mikey who had interrupted his work.

"Don't you have school?"

"What are you, my mom?" Casey scoffed. "Nah, school's out." He flopped onto the lab table, sitting directly on Donnie's notes.

"What do you want now, Jones?"  He still couldn't forget his brother's teasing, and he wasn't looking forward to dealing with his own feelings. If they caught him talking with Jones, there was no doubt they would make fun of him.

"Oh, nothing." Casey took a seat on the table. "Check it." He slid a disc towards Donnie, who examined it. He couldn't believe what he was looking at- and that it was real.

"No. Way." He breathed. "The Electric Skullz's Dynamite album?"  He had to bite his tongue in order to prevent himself from squealing.

Casey grinned. "You know it." He placed his hands in his lap, thinking. "I figured we could...listen to it sometime. Together! Since we both like it." He paused, scrunching his face. "Stupid idea, probably."

Donnie's features softened. This kid...he did something nice for him. He didn't have to, but he did. And Donnie was touched. But also midly infuriated. How dare Jones make it so difficult to hate him?

"It's not stupid.. That's what friends do, don't they? Listen to music together?"

Friends...it sounded weird out loud. Not that either teen disliked it.

Casey raised an eyebrow. "Wait...we're friends?"

Donnie shrugged. "I don't know. But arguing is exhausting. And you had a point. We both love this band, so why not?"

"Sounds good to me."

Donnie eagerly popped the disc into his homemade music player, turning the volume up. Timothy pitifully stared through the glass container, as if he wanted to jam too.

"Listen Don, I meant to, well," He rubbed the back of his neck. "Talk to you as well."

Donnie stopped the music abruptly. He glanced at Casey, who looked uncomfortable. "Yeah?"

"Oh- er- uh." This was proving to be more difficult as he stared at the tall turtle's mahogany brown eyes. "I don't hate you."

"Thank...you?"

"No, wait. I feel like we got off on the wrong foot. Ever since we've met. But I don't want to fight anymore. I like talking to you about music. You're kinda cool."

Donnie didn't say anything.

"Red doesn't want us to fight. And if you do care about her like I know you do, then you'd respect what she wants. Right?"

"Yes, I agree. The trouble is..." Donnie looked down guiltily. "I don't know what I feel. About us." He gestured at himself, then at Casey.

"You don't have any answers?"

"No. For once, I don't."

Casey exhaled. "I don't either."

Donnie hummed, waiting for anything to ease the awkwardness. Before he had a chance to return to his work, Casey spoke up again. 

"My sister said something weird." He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably.

"Oh?"

"She said some guy named Donatello saved her from some creeps. Is that true? Or was she just makin' stuff up?"

Donnie paused, a small smile revealing. He looked as if he was debating if he should tell Casey or not. "She wasn't. I did, though I didn't know she was your sister at the time." Donnie replied honestly. "Riley, right?"

"She didn't mention you were a turtle though." He joked.

"She didn't seem to mind."

"Guess those things don't really matter, huh? It's all about...what's in there." He patted Donnie's scratched up plasteron. Brown eyes met darker brown, and he backed up slowly, unsure if he should move closer. "Sorry. But thanks for helping her. She means everything to me. I'm sure you know how that feels."

Donnie's breath was caught in his throat. He gulped.  "I...of course."

"Oh shoot." Casey checked his phone as if nothing had happened. "Sorry dude, I promised Raph I'd ride bikes with him. Catch ya later?"

"Yeah!" His voice cracked. "I'd love that."

As Casey left with a cheeky grin and wave, Donnie felt a sinking feeling in his stomach.

He glanced at the jar of guts that once resembled another teenaged boy. "Tim, I think I'm in trouble."

~•~

That sinking feeling in his stomach didn't leave even hours later. Donnie had tried to push it off, move forward and continue like normal. It wasn't even a big deal. He saved Casey's sister, and that was that. He would have saved any other human just the same. Then why did he feel so weird? He wouldn't lie, he wondered how Casey would react if he knew. Would he be proud of him? Maybe their friendship could expand and their infamous rivalry could finally end.

They had more in common than either boy had realized. They enjoyed the same music and food at least, and according to 'bro code' that's all one needed in a friendship. They did have fun bonding over the Electric Skullz...

But then there was April. She clearly didn't seem enthusiastic in dating either of them. Donnie's pursuit of the beautiful redhead seemed to lose interest as time went on. Each look she gave him was not one of admiration, but of pity. He still liked her a lot though.

'I don't have a chance with her.'

Did Casey? Casey had the added benefit of being human. But he was also charming, handsome, had curious chocolate brown eyes and...and...

A really cute smile with little dimples on each cheek. And confidence to boot, something Donnie had always secretly admired.

Donnie rolled over in back, staring at the wall. What was he even saying? Casey wasn't...he didn't.

'Don't think that. You're not gay. You like April. You like April. You like April.'

He heard Raphael's voice in his mind. 'Who are you even trying to convince? Me, or yourself?'

Who was he trying to convince?

He slid out of bed as quietly as possible. He wasn't going to get any sleep at this rate.  Might as well work on the retromutagen and get his mind off Casey for once.  And it would be less of a time waster than staring at the ceiling and tossing and turning.

'Casey's still human, you know.' The little voice reminded him as he stepped out of his room, blinking blearily. 'You've got the same chance of impressing him as you do April.'

"I know." He muttered under his breath, this time aloud. "I don't like him like that. He's just a friend. I think?"

If he was human, he wouldn't have this problem. Maybe he could have dated them both. Though even for humans that was considered taboo.

He shook his head, glancing at the lab clock. 3:32am. No point in going back to sleep. His laptop had been left open too from a few hours ago. He sighed, typing into his old friend Google what exactly his feelings were.

Article after article, the only sound being the ticking clock, he found his answer. But not in the way he expected.

What is...bisexuality?

Hamato Donatello knew a lot of things. But one thing he was always going to struggle with- was romance. The best course of action was to simply avoid these emotions and put them off until he couldn't take it anymore.. Little did he know, he wasn't the only turtle struggling. His hand stopped moving the mouse, hearing shuffling noises from outside. He came to recognize each individual footsteps his brothers and father made. Mikey usually had a bounce in his step, Raph dragged his feet or stomped about. Splinter's paws were very quiet and had his tail dragging behind him. But these steps were nearly silent, as if he was standing on his tip toes, eager to not wake the remaining members of his family.

"Leo?" He uttered, careful to keep his voice low. He didn't need to turn around, he knew exactly who it was.

But when he saw the distraught, bloodshot eyes of his oldest brother, he moved closer. Leo flinched.

"Leo?" He repeated. "Why are you awake?"

"I couldn't sleep." His voice sounded hoarse. "And you?"

"Same as you, I guess." Donnie quickly slammed his laptop shut. "You look exhausted."

"I can't stop thinking about her." Leo murmured, nearly inaudible.

"Her?" Donnie stared blankly, wondering if Leo was sleepwalking and somehow stumbled inside the lab. "Karai?"

He shook his head. "Sorry, I'm talking nonsense aren't I?"

"A little bit, yeah."

Leo chuckled softly, then turned somber. "I was thinking about the mutant. I'm worried. I mean, she could cause some serious destruction."

Donnie's eyes widened in realization. "You were going to try to find it...her, weren't you? That's why you're wandering around at 4am."

Leo didn't answer. He didn't have to. His eyes told Donnie everything.

"You're dead on your feet. You definitely shouldn't go searching for a deranged mutant when you can barely stand. And alone, of all the crazy things. Come on, Leo, let's go back to sleep."

Surprisingly, Leonardo agreed, as if Donnie was the older sibling and not the other way around. "You're right. I don't know what I was thinking. But you should sleep too."

Donnie relaxed, grateful that there wasn't an argument involved. "I think I will."

"I'll walk with you to your room."

"And you promise you'll go to bed?"

"I promise." Leo vowed, leading the way back to their individual rooms.

Donnie slipped inside his room, practically melting into his bed, exhausted. His eyes fluttered close.

"Oyasumi." His brother whispered.

"Hai, oyasumi." He mumbled under the blankets, instantly comforted.

"See you in the morning, brother." Leo tucked him in gently. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

And for the first time in his life, Leo had broken a promise to his brother.

~•~

The moonlight glowed over the cityscape. Leo tumbled to the ground of the rooftops, checking the area, knowingly being followed. He wasn't afraid, but he knew he had to keep alert. This enemy was unknown, and if he made one false error, he couldn't rely on his brothers for help. Each sense perked up anxiously, waiting for any sign of attack.

Another movement came from behind. He stopped abruptly, skidding to a halt.

"Show yourself." He commanded, one katana raised high, its brother still in its holder.

"Oh, but that would make things less fun..."

Leonardo turned around fiercely. "Every moment you hide in the shadows you only prove your cowardice."

"Cowardice? We'll see about that. You're the one who's afraid."

"I'm not afraid." He said defiantly.

"You soon will be..."

And then it crawled forward. Slowly, claws stepped towards him, revealing the hidden mutant reptile that resembled a crocodile. Her voice, though menacing, still had a feminine tone that made his heart race. Her body was a beautiful emerald green, with piercing gold eyes and cream undertones. She flicked her long, thick tail back, fangs curling into a sinister smirk. Though she was bigger than he was, he wasn't about to show any sign of fear. She then circled him like a predator with her prey. Though he had dealt with much deadlier villains, he still felt uneasy. 

"Miss me?" She snarled. "It's been a while."

Leo narrowed his eyes. He recognized her of course, though they had never spoken. Their last fight had ended less than pleasant. Both he and Mikey had to make a hasty retreat. Leo had regretted it ever since.

"I don't think I ever caught your name." He growled. "If you have one."

"I didn't throw it." She said, then relented. "Nova."

"What are you?"

She licked her lips. "The last thing you see before you die. The banter was cute, sugar, but I'm hungry. That's all I need."

Beyond her wild eyes was a look of fear, and true hunger. She wasn't lying, she looked as though she hadn't eaten in days.

"Nova please. I'm- I'm Leonardo."

She pounced forward, pinning the turtle to the ground. "So long, Leonardo."

"I don't want to hurt you." He wheezed.

"What a shame, because I so want to hurt you. Your pathetic attempt at kindness only shows how weak you truly are."

"Nova..."

With his free leg, Leo kicked his shin upwards to hit her underbelly. She yelped, falling backwards. Her malnourishment was proof she needed help. But clearly she didn't want any.

"So much for not hurting me." She spat, acid leaving her lips and barely avoiding Leo's toes as he lept away. When she moved closer towards him, he softened slightly. He avoided staring at her shark like teeth.

He held out a hand. "I meant what I said. I can help you. Food, shelter, a chance to be with other mutants. I don't want to fight you."

For a brief moment, she looked as if she was going to comply, even eagerly with his convincing tone. Her muzzle grazed his cheek, vulnerability clear in her gold eyes. Then she turned away viciously, reconsidering.

"I don't want anything to do with you, Leonardo. Any hope of happiness is finished., My humanity is gone. I'm a freak, like you." She spat. "I had everything. Fame, fortune, my beauty..." Her claws extended. "All of it is gone."

He shook his head. "No it isn't. There is still hope. I promise, I'll help you."

She rolled her eye slits. "How very noble of you." Her tongue slid out, resembling two separated spiky parts.

"It's not just about being noble. It's about doing what's right." Leo held out his hand once more, echoing the wisdom of Captain Ryan. "Are you willing, Nova?"

"I..."

Snapping her jaws back, she raised a claw to swipe at him. He flinched, waiting for a swift but agonizing feeling. But nothing happened. She had moved away. He didn't even need to draw his swords.

"That's your answer. See you soon...sugar." She hissed, disappearing into the shadows once more.

"Wait!" He cried. But she was gone.

[allsassnoclass]

OKAYYYY here we go: “First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.” mashton!!! steer that mashton ship baby xoxo bella

hm theoretically this would be a fluffy prompt but this is not a fluffy fic. subversion of expectations, baby!

mashton: “First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.”

Michael hasn't shared a room with Ashton in what feels like a very long time.  It's just easier to share with Luke or Calum instead, in the same way that it's easier to hang out with Luke and Calum, or talk to Luke and Calum, or exist in general outside of Ashton's proximity.  At every opportunity, he claims one of the others as his roommate, and typically Aston does the same.

They're both pretending that they don't notice.

It's not that Michael doesn't like Ashton as much as the other two, but it's harder to act normally around him since they almost kissed.

It just... had seemed like the thing to do.  Michael has long since acknowledged the fact that he has a crush, and he can recognize flirting when it happens.  To an extent, they all flirt with each other, but with Ashton it felt different.  Ashton doesn't typically drape himself all over them like the others do, but there have been these little touches that linger longer than should be normal, gentle brushes against Michael's arms or the back of his neck that make the hair on his arms stand on end.  There have been looks, too.  Ashton doesn't zone out while looking at people like Michael does, but that doesn't mean that Michael hasn't felt his eyes on him while they're hanging out.  Sometimes he has looked away by the time Michael turns to face him, but sometimes he catches him.

When he's caught, Ashton maintains eye contact, even if he's blushing.  Sometimes he winks.  Michael almost always looks away first.  That hasn't changed, even though everything else in their relationship now feels stiff and awkward.

Maybe Michael is the only one feeling it.  Maybe Ashton hadn't noticed that he was leaning in, even though it feels like they haven't had a direct conversation since it happened.

It had been late at night, because of course it was.  Michael's best and worst decisions are always made sometime between 2 and 5 in the morning.  Michael had wandered down to the kitchen, hoping for a late night snack and instead finding Ashton sitting on the floor, notebook in front of him.

"Hey," Michael said.  "Why are you up?"

"Thought I had something to say, but it's shit," Ashton said.  "What about you?"

"Dunno," Michael said, opening the fridge, hating everything he saw in there, and closing it again.  In the end, he just got a glass of water and sat next to Ashton.  The silence stretched between them for a bit, but Michael wasn't in a rush to break it.  Silences with Ashton have always been comfortable.

"I just wish I was better at this," Ashton said suddenly.

"What?"

"This whole... music thing."

"What are you talking about?"

Ashton shrugged, then gestured to his notebook, since closed.

"I can't write.  I want to, and I feel like I have stuff to say, but I'm just not good at it.  You'd think that after this long in a band I'd have picked something up."

"Ashton, you helped write our biggest hit to date," Michael said.  "You know, the one that was played on the radio all the time?  That was you."

"That was Jake and you."

"Shut up," Michael said.  "I'm not even going to dignify that with a response, because you're being an idiot.  Stop being so mean to yourself."

Ashton huffed a laugh.

"You're very comforting."

"Yeah, well, someone has to be," Micheal joked, bumping their shoulders together.  "Seriously, though, I can't reason with you when you're like this.  Everyone writes really shit stuff sometimes.  You can't produce too many hits or no one else would ever get any radio time."

"If you say so," Ashton said, but it was lighter than it had been.

"I do say so, and I'm always right, so you have to listen to me."

Ashton snorted, and that's what Michael had been looking for.  It wasn't derisive, it was a release.

"I will just this once, but know that it's against my better judgement," he said.

"Ha, ha."

Ashton had turned to Michael and smiled, just a little.

"I really appreciate you, you know?" he said.  "I know we all joke otherwise a lot, but you're really important to me, Mikey."

Michael swallowed, startled at the sudden change in atmosphere and steadiness of Ashton's gaze.

"I appreciate you, too."

There was that hint of a smile again, and the same weight in Ashton's gaze that appeared so often when he was looking at Michael.

Ashton's eyes had flickered down to his lips.  Michael's heart started beating double time, quick and powerful like one of Ashton's drumbeats.  Ashton swallowed.

Michael still doesn't know what had made him lean in, but he knows that it was the wrong choice.  Ashton had reared back, then immediately scrambled to his feet with a quick excuse about trying to sleep.  That had been weeks ago, right before tour restarted, and now Michael has to figure out how to survive the night in a hotel room with only Ashton for company.

Michael kills as much time outside of the room as possible, dreading having to retire for the night.  He hates Calum and Luke for immediately choosing to room with each other tonight.  He hates Ashton for pulling away and making things weird.  He hates himself for misreading things and leaning in in the first place.

Eventually he has to sleep, but only after a full minute of staring at the door with his key in hand, trying to psych himself up.

Ashton is laying on his bed with the TV on, but he's scrolling on his phone instead of watching.  He glances up immediately, offering Michael a strained smile.

"I'm going to shower," Michael says before Ashton has a chance to open his mouth.  He spends the next half hour in the bathroom, hoping that Ashton isn't insulted by how obvious he's being in his avoidance.

The lights are off when he gets back to the main room, and Michael finds himself relieved and strangely disappointed that Ashton didn't wait up.  He doesn't want to have to talk about what happened, but maybe they could've tiptoed around it in a way that wasn't excruciating.  Just because he doesn't want to talk to Ashton doesn't mean he can't miss him.

He slips under the covers, fully aware of the fact that sleep is not going to come easy tonight.  Ashton shifts in the other bed, lighting all of Michael's nerves on fire, and he feels the anxiety rise in him.

"Michael?" Ashton asks.  Michael considers staying silent, but it's much too soon for him to have fallen asleep and deliberately ignoring Ashton would be cruel, even if this is probably the rejection talk he's been dreading.

"Yeah," he sighs, defeated.

"I wanted to kiss you, too."

What?

Michael turns over, but he can't see anything in the darkness of the room.

"That's what was happening, right?"  Ashton asks.  "You were trying to kiss me?"

"Uh, yeah," Michael says.

"I didn't pull back because I didn't want you to kiss me.  First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.  I've had a massive crush on you this whole time, but I don't think it would be a good idea."

Michael swallows.

"Why not?"

He waits for what feels like forever until Ashton speaks again.

"The band.  If something went wrong, it'd change everything.  This--you, the boys, the music--means everything to me.  I can't risk that."

"I thought you've been trying to be optimistic," Michael says.

"Sometimes you have to be realistic instead."

Michael clenches his jaw and attempts to keep the whirlpool in the back of his throat down.

"I think..." he starts, then has to take a steadying breath, "I think it would've been nicer if you let me keep thinking you didn't like me, instead of telling me you do just to reject me anyway.  And I think you're wrong.  You're not being realistic, you're just being a coward."

"Michael--"

"I don't want to talk to you about this anymore."  He throws back the covers and swings his legs over the side of the bed.  "I'm going to sleep in Luke and Calum's room."

"Mike, wait--"

"Do you think you could change your mind?" he asks.  "Could you agree to give this a chance instead of deciding it'll be a disaster right away, or would I be fighting a loosing battle?"

Ashton is silent.  It's all the answer that he needs.

"I'm going to sleep with Luke and Cal.  See you tomorrow."

He leaves the room without another word, squinting in the jarring light of the hallway.

What the fuck was that?

Michael clenches his fists, then releases.  It does nothing to ease everything swirling inside him, a confusing concoction that he doesn't want to think about or make sense of.

What the fuck?

Luke and Calum's door is right there, but he can't bring himself to knock yet, too much energy thrumming through his veins.  He wants to scream.  He wants to punch something.  He wants to cry.

He wants to break onto the roof, and if he can't find a way to do that he's going to keep walking up and down the stairs until everything threatening to bubble up feels manageable again.

He already got rejected, so theoretically it shouldn't be as bad the second time around, but it is.  The first time Michael felt like he was a fool; now he knows that Ashton doesn't think it'd be worth it, that he would be worth it.

He can't keep standing here.  He forces himself to take one step, then another, and tries to focus on that instead of the tears stinging behind his eyes.

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being a Wheeler Sister

Wheeler’s x sister!reader

warnings:

a/n: i just have a lot of ideas abt characters finn wolfhard plays dont @ me

prompt:

you were two years older than mike, one year younger than nancy

you like, rarely got along with mike

but at the same time, you were always by his side

“move your legs so i can sit on the couch”

“sit on the la-z-boy”

“are you kidding me, mike? that’s dad’s seat!”

“well, then, sit on the floor with holly”

the bickering was nonstop

it wasn’t any better with nancy

“y/n, did you take my sweater?”

“for the hundredth time, nance, no, i did not. your sweaters are not my style.”

nancy digging around your room anyways

“check mike’s room, you know how he is”

accidentally finding eleven

“uh, hey mike, can i talk to you for a second?” *pulls mike by the arm* “who the hell is that in our basement?!”

helping him with el as much as you could

what? of course you thought of the repercussions

but hawkins was getting boring and this was the most exciting thing of the decade

kind of loving and despising his friends at the same time

the kind of “don’t talk to me or i’ll throw a rock at you” hate but “hey do you guys want a slice of the pizza i brought home” love

mike and nancy teasing you about every single guy that even looked in your direction

as soon as you realized the severity of hiding eleven, it was too late

too far in

but now it was up to you to protect your brother

and his friends

seriously the monsters were hideous

he was gonna be scarred

he had nightmares a lot after the middle school fiasco

you know, where you guys watched like, ten people die and a giant faceless monster attack

you and him took turns sleeping in each other’s rooms for a while

one day the nightmares just stopped

but every once in a while he’d come knocking on your door and just coming in so that he didn’t have to face his dreams alone

being closer with his friends and your family

going to your mom for advice

babysitting holly

comforting mike when he misses el

teasing nancy about steve

seeing right through your sister

you knew she didn’t love him

talking to her about jonathan

“i do not have a crush on him!”

“oh, sure you don’t”

round two of goblin creature hell

“mike, stop being a dick to the new girl”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, i’m just making sure she doesn’t find out about eleven”

the boys running and screaming like little girls as they swarmed towards you

strategizing

steve and the kids team up had you freaked out

“so, y/n, has nancy mentioned anything to you about me recently? do you know where she is?”

almost feeling bad for him

protecting the kids

“i need to be with my brother!”

trip to the byers home while the rest of the kids investigated

hysterically chatting with joyce about what had been going on recently

helping joyce around the house so she could focus on will

going to save hopper wheeler x byers x newby edition

will collapsing and what you could only deduce as seizing

“what the hell what the hell what the he—”

“y/n! shut up!”

going to the lab and watching the heartbreaking scene

at least will remembered your brother

going protective big sister mode when the power went out

“stay behind me, mikey”

grabbing a gun

“y/n, you don’t know how to use that!”

“i don’t tell you everything, little brother”

retreating to byers home base

chaotic last minute plans

el showing up

knowing exactly how mike felt in that moment

excitement, fear, anger, happiness

you tried to calm him down at first, but hopper pulled him aside

then he had you go into the room

“mike, hey, come here. you gotta understand why hopper did it, okay? he was trying to keep you and everybody safe. eleven was in trouble and she still is, she was safest hidden. but here she is now, and i know your hurting and your heart is broken, but you’re a badass kid, mike. you’re gonna get better.”

he cried on your shoulder and you rocked him back and forth

he gained his composure and ran back out to properly reunite with eleven

shortly after all of this, mike and eleven started dating

you were so proud

he went to you for relationship advice

you were always getting teased for your relationship too, but hey, you were going strong with your boo

him getting a little overly attached to her

“give her some space, baby bro”

girls day mall trip with max and el

mike was piiiissed at you

“y/n, how could you let this happen! you know the rules better than any of us”

giving up on mike’s love life

supporting nancy’s career goals, but trying to be realistic

“nance, it’s not the end of the world if your don’t become a newspaper writer by seventeen”

“i just need a story to blow them all away!”

your s/o getting caught up in some strange things

full girl’s team up to figure out what the hell is going on

el venting about mike

max and you cracking jokes about your brother

“i love mike and all, but he’s just clueless”

mike’s baffling rant and confession leaving him red in the face

you pulled him aside for a mini pep talk

“don’t worry, mikey, you’re not pathetic or anything for loving her. you’ve been with her for a long time and just because everyone else gave you a weird look about it doesn’t mean you should be ashamed about it. just work on not being a dick to her.”

nancy seeing a few cuts and bruises on your face and arms

“y/n, what the hell happened?”

“billy’s flayed.”

not hesitating to chase after the flesh monster that was about to kill your sister

mall trip 2.0

holding your breath while your siblings were in danger and you couldn’t help

crying and tacking them in hugs when it’s all over

of course you loved them, even if they were the most impossible people to live with

[ayamari-no-goshi]

Verboten 6 | (T)

ff.net | AO3

Fandom: Danny Phantom (DP)

Summary:   AU. When Danny was five years old, he went missing for 2 weeks. In the years that follow, his family tried to make sense of what happened, only for the truth to be discovered years later.

Warnings: rated T for violence, mentions of death, language. Be prepared for some very weird things

Parings: Danny/Sam

Notes: originally uploaded to Ff.net. Cross-posted to AO3 and tumblr. This fic is very heavily inspired by folklore surrounding mysterious wilderness disappearances

Chapter 6

"You're clearly frightened, so allow me to explain," the creature told them with a flourished bow. "I am called Plasmius, and this is the realm of the dead."

"And does that make you a ghost or something?" Sam spat, sounding both angry and skeptical.

"Something like that," Plasmius agreed before seemingly fading out of sight. Before they had a chance to response, he reappeared behind them. His red eyes appraised them, but specifically seemed to focus on Danny. "I've been watching you for a long time."

Danny slowly backed away from the so-called ghost as he sarcastically stated, "I'm not sure if I should be flattered or scared."

"Now Daniel, that's no way to speak to an old friend."

"Psst, do you know this guy?" Tucker whispered as he also tried to escape from its gaze.

"Last time I checked, I didn't know anyone this creepy or glowing."

"I understand your doubts." Plasmius grinned, revealing glistening fangs. "Sadly, it's rare for humans to remember their time in this realm, but when you wandered in this realm before, I played with and entertained you until you found your way home. We then played again when you were a bit older, but again, you found your way home."

"Err… thanks? I think." Danny still wasn't sure what to make of this creature. Something told him Plasmius wasn't exactly lying, but he was certainly omitting important details. Still, if it was going to be somewhat cordial towards him and his friends, it wouldn't hurt to try to be nice. "You wouldn't happen to know how we can get home, would you?"

"Of course I do."

"Great! Could you please take us there or at least tell us how?"

"You want to leave already? But you've only just arrived, and I've put an extraordinary amount of effort into arranging our reunion." Plasmius' grin turned predatory. "Come with me. I would gladly entertain you and your friends."

"Thanks for the offer, but we really should be getting back," Danny told the specter as he grabbed both of his friends and tried to get them to back away. "Our teacher and classmates are probably looking for us."

"And not to mention the Park Rangers are already on high alert," Tucker added.

"Do you really think I am concerned about them?" Plasmius just laughed as he vanished again. His disembodied voice seemed to come from everywhere in the clearing.

Danny had just enough time to turn to his right side and catch sight of Plasmius reappearing before something hit him in the back of the neck. As his vision darkened, he heard his friends screaming his name as well as Plasmius saying, "Like I previous stated, I spent a lot of time orchestrating our meeting. You are not leaving that easily."

….

When Danny came to, he was in an unfamiliar location. He was seated at a grand table, much like he had seen in movies depicting royal banquets. The room where he was had high ceilings and seemed to match the feel of the table. The walls seemed to be white stone, but something seemed off about them. He wasn't certain if it was something about the color itself, or if it was how empty the room seemed because aside from the table, there were no noticeable decorations.

He then noticed there were silver plates and bowls covered in pristine and delicious looking food in front of him. As interesting and enticing the food looked, he wasn't really able to determine exactly what they were. It made him uneasy, but the smell was starting to overcome him. It wouldn't hurt to take a bite, would it? A quick shake of the head quickly dispelled that thought. Without knowing exactly where he was or where his friends were, he shouldn't touch anything he didn't recognize.

After glancing around and making sure he was alone, he tried to stand only to find that he seemed stuck to his chair. He could move his hands and arms without trouble, but everywhere from his waist down was stuck. There was no sign of any visible tie or restraint, so he couldn't understand exactly why he couldn't remove himself. He made several attempts to try to stand, and although he was able to push the chair away from the table, his attempts only succeeded in tipping himself over.

"Why Daniel, you didn't touch your meal." Danny looked up to see Plasmius looking down at him while wearing a frown. The creature then disappeared and reappeared on the other side of the table and took a seat as Danny's chair seemed to right itself without any form of assistance and return to its place at the table.

"I think I'll pass," he replied as he glared at Plasmius. "Where are my friends? Why can't I get out of this chair?"

"Your friends are resting in a room upstairs. As for the chair," he chuckled darkly, "it is nothing but a simple trick. You might learn how to do it one day."

"What do you mean by that?"

"It's nothing with which you should concern yourself." Plasmius appraised him for a few moments. "You mentioned you have no memory of our previous encounters?"

"That's right. I only remember what happened after I was found."

"It's tragic really. There are weak spots between the worlds of the living and the dead, and humans occasionally find them. Usually, it is not an issue. The human may feel uneasy or sometimes get a glimpse of what lies behind the veil, so to speak." After chuckling as if he had made some sort of inside joke, Plasmius continued. "Sometimes that weak spot momentarily breaks and travel between the two words can occur. However, humans often need to catch sight of or hear something in this realm to travel to this side."

Danny's eyes widened. "You mean like that bird thing?"

"Exactly. Like I mentioned, Youngblood's pet is incredibly usefully for that purpose."

"So you purposely used that to bring me and my friends here?"

"Of course. Although, my intention was only to retrieve you. Their presence was entirely unintentional, but seeing how close you seem to be, in hindsight, it seems it would have been inevitable. You should be glad I am the one who found them as I can guarantee their safety. Others who live in this realm may not be as kind."

A cold chill ran down Danny's back at Plasmius' words as the image of Mikey being carried by that other creature resurfaced. "One of my other classmates… that thing took him, and Lester! Something killed him!"

"Yes," Plasmius' tone now sounded almost bored. "Youngblood is simply looking for a permanent companion. I doubt he'll purposely harm your classmate too severely, but humans don't always acclimate to this realm very well. I believe that is what happened to the one who passed on to this side."

"What do you mean? What happened to him?" Once again, Danny tried to stand, but to no avail.

"Ah ah, that is a discussion we should save for later. You should eat, son."

"I'm not hungry." Danny breathed deeply as he tried to keep his temper under control. It didn't seem to be a good idea to make Plasmius angry, and he still wasn't certain if his friends were okay. "Look, I know you're trying to be nice, and I appreciate it, but I'm worried about my friends. People are probably looking for us."

Plasmius regarded him for a moment. "If I show you that your friends are safe, will you then sit and have a proper conversation with me?"

"Maybe? Yes. I don't know."

"Very well." The ghost stood and made a dismissive gesture with his hand. "Come along now, Daniel. I will take you to your friends."

After giving him a searching look, Danny hesitantly tried to stand. This time, he was able to move without restraint. Once he was out of the chair, the urge to bolt nearly over took him. Although he really wanted to be as far away from Plasmius as he could, running from his could potentially doom his friends. That was the last thing he wanted. So, after a deep breath, he slowly followed Plasmius towards the staircase at the far end of the room.

What seemed to be several minutes passed as Danny followed Plasmius. The building they were in seemed to be either a mansion or possibly a castle, if he was to judge from how large it was. The coloration was similar to what he saw in the dining hall, but there were other decorations of green and gold in places. Strangely, those decorations seemed almost out of place, but Danny was unable to exactly pinpoint why.

Although Plasmius previously demonstrated an ability to at least float, he was now walking a little ahead of the teen. It just felt off to Danny. It was as if Plasmius was purposely trying to seem more human. While it was possible his host was just trying to be polite, it was doing little more than making him more unsettled.

Eventually, Plasmius stopped in front of a room. After taking a moment to unlock the door, he pushed it open. Danny was briefly greeted with the sight of his friends standing up from a large bed when the door was slammed shut.

"Sam! Tucker! I'm right here!" He could hear his friends yelling his name as he slammed his fists on the door and tried to push it back open. "What gives?" he demanded as he turned to face the specter.

"I promised I would show you that your friends are perfectly safe, and I did." Plasmius' grin widened as he grabbed Danny's arm. The teen tried to break free, but the ghost's grip was almost like a vice. "Now boy, it is time for our long overdue conversation."

xxxxxx

Although Sam liked to think of herself as a strong and independent young woman who could handle herself in most situations, she had to admit that she was at a loss on what to do. When she came to, she and Tucker where in what appeared to be a guest bedroom. Other than the normal furniture, the quality of which suggested the own had some money, there was little in the way of decoration, so it was unlikely the room was often used. There was one window which was locked, but Sam was unable to find any sort of mechanism that would allow her to open it. The only visible door was also locked.

"Pacing angrily around the room isn't going to do anything," Tucker told her as he fiddled with his PDA as he sat on the bed. She just glared at him. "Seriously, you're making me dizzy."

"I'm just frustrated," she sat across from him on the bed. "We don't know where we are, and we have no idea where Danny is, or what that thing could have done to him. And to make matters worse, I can't figure out how to get out of this."

"I know, and I'm upset too, but until we have more information, we can't do anything." After pressing a few buttons on his machine, he smiled at the notification he received. "While I can't tell you where we are, I was able to get a hit from Danny's phone. He's at least in this building."

"I don't think that makes me feel any better. We don't know what that think wants with Danny or what it will do with us."

"I'm trying not to think about it." Tucker looked up from his devise. His frown and furrowed brows told her he was worried. "Hey, do you happen to have any food with you?"

"Told you should have packed some before we left." Sam momentarily left the bed to retrieve her discarded backpack. "I know you probably won't like it, but I did bring some granolas with me."

"I'll take it," Tucker told her, much to her surprise, as he held out his hand. "I'm that hungry, and I think my brain needs the extra energy. There's no service here either, but my PDA keeps trying to connect with something. I've been trying to get into whatever it is, but I'm not sure if there's interference or if its purposely cycling between strong and weak signals. If I can get into it, maybe I can send a distress signal."

She handed him the snack. "It's worth a shot. Hey, what was that?"

The sound of something at the door caught Sam's attention. After an audible click, the door opened to show Plasmius and someone else. It took a second for her to register the second person, but it was Danny. Getting to her feet, she was about to run to him only to have the door slam shut before she had a chance to move.

That didn't stop her. She screamed Danny's name as she bolted to the door and started to try to open it. She barely registered that Tucker was right beside her, or that she could faintly hear Danny's voice on the opposite side. Her next memories were a bit hazy, but Tucker eventually had her sit as she tried to calm herself.

Her memories kept showing her that momentary glimpse of Danny. Something happened to him. Something strange, but she was having trouble registering what was wrong. "Tucker, his hair was white. Not black, white."

"I know. I saw him too." He sat next to her and rubbed her shoulder.

"You seem a bit distressed, hmm." The two teens looked up to see Plasmius floating above them. "Do not fret. Young Daniel is safe with me, but I still have yet to determine what I should do with you two."

"What did you do to Danny?" Sam snapped at him as she stood. She would not look weak in front of this thing.

"Who me? I didn't do anything to him. His body is just adjusting to this world."

"What… what are you talking about?" Tucker stammered as he also stood.

Plasmius smiled. "If you partake of the land of the dead, you must remain in it, or so the old adage goes. When he was a child, Daniel did so, and as he has returned, this world has laid claim to him. I'm actually very impressed as the process often goes awry. I can't tell you how many times I've seen it happen."

"Are you telling me that Danny's becoming like you?" The thought horrified Sam. What else on her friend would change? Did… did Plasmius mean Danny would actually die?

"I certainly hope so, but I'm not exactly sure what form he'll take. This world can do strange things to the humans it turns, but enough about that. I came here to debate what to do with you two." Plasmius regarded the pair for a few moments before he began to pace about a foot off the floor. "I could simply kill the two of you, but Daniel would not appreciate the loss of his two friends. I could let you go, but that could cause me unnecessary trouble. While it is unlikely you will remember your time here, it is possible, and letting you go too soon could bring unwanted attention. Oh, I know," the grin he gave them sent chills down Sam's spine, "I could try to induce the process in the two of you."

"Don't you come near us!" Sam warned as she crouched in a defensive stance. She was still stuck against the door, but there was no way she was going to let that thing touch her again.

"Hey, don't antagonize him!" Tucker whispered. "I'm just as scared of him, but maybe we can use this. He doesn't seem to want to kill us now, and if he can get us out of this room…"

Maybe they would get led to Danny, and maybe the three of them could escape. It was the best plan they had since there didn't seem to be a way out of the room, but if it failed… Actually, Sam wasn't exactly sure what would happen if they failed.

Tucker seemed to have thoughts along the same line, so he asked, "What exactly are you going to do?"

"Ah, so you are interested. The easiest method is to eat some of the food of this world, but the results are not always guaranteed. After all the experiments I've run, it seems like young children have the highest success rate."

"And what happens if it fails?" Sam questioned, uncertain if she would like the answer. "And what experiments? You've been kidnapping humans?"

Plasmius' smile disappeared as his eyes narrowed. "I want young Daniel to remain with me, but humans cannot remain in the realm of the dead indefinitely, so I wanted to make sure his transformation would be successful. I don't expect you to understand my rationale or methods." He moved closer and looked them over carefully. If Sam had to guess, it seemed as if he was trying to determine something regarding the process he mentioned. "The question becomes how to do this successfully. I certainly don't want Daniel upset if this fails and you end up dead and possibly horribly mutilated."

"What?"

"It sadly happens sometimes." Vlad dismissing tone and wave of the hand made it sound as if that was of no concern of his. "When the process fails, it simply kills, but sometimes the process begins and fails, and that is when the more interesting deaths occur. Some of the results are quite gruesome. That is what happened to the man who went missing prior to your arrival."

"How… how did you know about that?" Tucker whispered. His eyes were wide, and he was shaking.

"How else? I'm the one who took him."

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Note: regarding Plasmius' explanations, I am heavily drawing from mythology and legends here. Many stories from around the world state that if you partake of the food of another realm (whether it be the dead, the gods, faeries, etc.), you will be permanently stuck there. In some tales, you remain as a human, and in others, you are transformed. There are other tales that state you can leave, but you will die when you return.

Regarding the more gruesome details, this again comes from some of the reported tales regarding mysterious deaths. In the cases mentioned in the Missing 411 series, if the missing person was found dead, the cause of death is often undetermined, and there aren't usually severe injuries – maybe some scrapes or bruises. However, there are some strange stories reported by Park Rangers and Search and Rescue regarding people they've found who are rather… well… we'll go with messed up and leave it at that. In those cases that can't be explained by an animal, an accident, self-inflicted, or other person, the Rangers and/or Search and Rescue are often at a loss to explain what happened.

So, this is how brain has taken it for this story regarding deaths. Missing and never found – successfully becomes a ghost. Missing and found, intact – process failed or killed by ghost. Missing and found, not intact – process started and failed or killed by ghost. The killed by ghost mention will get explained later, although it was briefly alluded to in this chapter. There are certain things I'm hoping to explain within the story in a later chapter, but if that changes, there will still be a note which will explain it.

[fuzziemutt]

what r the relationships between all the kids?? I'm curious especially with Michael always scaring Chris

After a week, 2 rewrites and a lot of wasted time your answer is finally here anon...

Charlie had a great relationship with everyone even Michael. She’s gotten onto Mikey a good couple of times for being mean to Chris but they don’t really share too much bad blood. She used to play with Eli a lot only because she was quite young and sometimes she’d prank with Mike if his prank weren’t too serious. She had a weird relationship with Chris. She wasn’t mean to him or anything; she just didn’t understand him or why he had trouble speaking so she never really interacted too much with him if Eli wasn’t there. She was a bit strict at times tho given she felt a bit of an obligation to watch them when their dads couldn’t (especially when the restaurant started getting more popular). She would also be the one to try hard in keeping the family together and “normal” after Chris passed away. She often would accompany Eli to play with so she wasn’t by herself and try to do harmless pranks with Mikey when he wasn’t hiding out with Will in the basement. She was upset with what Mikey did but she was in denial that he would have done such a thing and kept trying to put Chris’ death as a freak accident or even forget Chris existed sometimes (which wasn’t too hard). 

Michael had the rockiest relationship with his siblings. He had the best with Charlie as she would sometimes join his pranks so he wouldn’t prank her as much since she would ruin them before he could do them. He would focus most of his pranks with his friends on Chris as he found he enjoyed his reactions the most (yes he was dicc but he was also a child and didn’t understand why this is shitty). Eli would sometimes try to fight him after a prank and he didn’t enjoy that so he wouldn’t prank her as often so their relationship at first wasn’t too bad beyond Eli getting upset at him for going too far with Chris again. He didn’t hate Chris at all, sure he found him a bit weird and annoying with how he wouldn’t talk to him, he just didn’t understand how much his pranks were hurting him or when he’s gone too far. After he killed Chris he had a slightly better relationship with Charlie because she tried to cheer him up sometimes but his relationship with Eli crashed. He wanted to fix their relationship but Eli refused to even look at him so it never happened.

Elizabeth had a great relationship with everyone except Michael. She really enjoyed playing with Charlie especially as she was the tallest out of all of them so far and she enjoyed being picked up when she was younger. She didn’t notice how weird Charlie was with Chris given she would play with him if she was there but she didn’t appreciate her “forgetting” about him later on. She didn’t mind Mikey too much at first after he stopped pranking her but she did get upset when she noticed how often he would turn his pranks on her twin so that caused some ruffled feathers overall from her end. She was very close to Chris given they were twins so they did most things together, and she didn’t mind how quiet he was as she could tell what he wanted still. After Chris passed, it took her a while to realize he was truly gone and thought he might just be hiding somewhere. She grew to hate Mikey and refused to be in the same room as him and swore to never talk to him ever again. One of Mikey’s friends had lead her away from Chris with the promise of some candy (and later feels guilt of falling for this) so she wasn’t there when it happened exactly but given Mikey’s face, the way people reacted she knew he had gone too far for the last time. She liked that Charlie would play with her still but their relationship was more wobbly than before. 

Chris had a great relationship with his twin, a wobbly one with Charlie and a terrible one with Mikey. Of course, with his twin, they were really close and as I mentioned, did everything together. He really appreciated how Eli would protect him and would draw her drawings as a thank you of sorts all the time. He liked Charlie enough to talk to her and enjoyed when she would play with him but he never understood why she wouldn’t play with him when Eli wasn’t there. He always assumed she was tired during those times was all and tried not to take it too personally given how nice she would be. He was absolutely terrified of Mike and his friends and wouldn’t talk at all if any of them were around. He thought Mike hated him or he did something wrong that caused him to pull so many mean pranks on him. He wanted to tell him and his friends to stop but given his selective mutism he really couldn’t tell them. Eli left him telling him to stay put when she was led away so he hid under the table in fear before he was dragged out and the whole event happened. Had he grown up there would have been a chance that they could fix their relationship after a long time of therapy and boundary placements but he died forever fearing Mike. 

This is a lot of me trying to remember what I said slapped down so send more asks if you need anything clarified or just wanna talk about a specific part even

[mychemicalficrecs]

any fics with a mind link or something? telepathic communication is cool as hell man

Not a lot of mind link but a lot of mind reading :’D

Telepathy

until the end, until this blood by MistressKat, Gerard/Mikey, 21k, Explicit. "The long-term outcomes of this group depend on the age of onset, the length of the initial SOC (sensory overload coma) and, most importantly, on how quickly a successful bond can be formed. Across the eighteen studies reviewed, the cohorts on average demonstrated a 95% survival rate if guide bond was established within first four weeks, declining to less than 50% at six months and steadily thereafter. Reflecting the circumstances, the subsequent sentinel-guide pairs are likely to be atypical, and often require an extended period of adjustment. The policy implications are significant. The authors recommend a full scale audit of the current screening processes, to increase the likelihood of early detection. Further research into the experiences of late onset sentinels and their bonded guides should focus on identifying the best practice in sanctuary support." - Finch, H., Keele, A., & Warner, E. (2017). A Systematic Review on Late Onset Sentinels: Risk Factors, Protective Factors and Outcomes. International Journal of Sentinel Studies, 39(2): 773-804.

(Not Your) Superman Tonight by torakowalski, Bob/Brian, 37k, Explicit. Brian scratches his neck. "This is the NSA," he says, "The National Security Administration. They're feds." Bob raises his eyebrows, all no, really? Brian winces. "They employ telepaths. Like Asher and-" me. He can't say it. He folds his arms. "It's not as weird as it sounds."

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Iron the Kinks Out by bootson, Brendon Urie/Mikey, 4k, Teen And Up Audiences. Brendon's almost used to having someone else taking over part of his mind.

Mind Over Matter by orphan_account, Mikey/Pete, Gerard/Mikey/Pete, 3k, Explicit. Pete laughs, but Mikey can tell he’s nervous. “Fine,” he says. “Do something psychic. Levitate my TV or some shit.” “It’s not like that,” Gerard pipes up indignantly. “That’s telekinesis, asshole.”

Love Song for a Vampire by tuesdaysgone, Frank/Gerard, 3k, Explicit. ...They are entirely alone, and Gerard has been too preoccupied to even sate his thirst, and he is HUNGRY...

Trope Meme Ficlets by alpheratz, Gerard & Mikey, 626 words, pg. Gerard+Mikey (gen) telepathy, pg

Socks by Gorgeous Nerd (gorgeousnerd), Bob/Gerard, 133 words, Teen And Up Audiences. Gerard needs Bob to think more quietly.

Out Of My Head by ladyfoxxx, Frank/Gerard, 2k, Explicit. Gerard keeps having vivid, sexual dreams about Frank. It's a problem.

The Umbrella Academy of Superheroes. by unorthodox_anthology, Frank/Gerard, 7k, Not Rated. Gerard Way was special. Gerard knew this – he’d known this since he’d turned thirteen and he started to flicker in and out of visibility. It freaked him the fuck out the first time it happened. Chilling in your room, jacking off and them BAMM! You’re invisible. But once he got over the shock, he had his mum enrolee him so he could attend the Umbrella Academy – a school for people from around the world who had ‘gifts’ the same as Gerard’s, gifts that made them supers.

The Pros and Cons of Dating a Telepath by panicparade, Ryan Ross/Mikey Way, 12k, General Audiences. He clenched his fists at his side and tried to think of anything other than how badly he wanted to strangle Mikey Way. It sucked that his worst enemy in the entire world was also one of the strongest telepaths in the country and while Ryan wasn’t scared of him (not even a little bit.), his brother’s best friend was Bob Bryar and Ryan felt no shame in admitting that Bob Bryar scared the living shit out of him.

The Heart You Need by orphan_account, Frank/Gerard, 92k, Explicit. How the Killjoys became the Killjoys. ...if the Killjoys were telepathic space pirates. (Featuring superheroes and sidekicks, sneaky illegal activities after dark, broken hearts and bitter grudges, and a whole lot of get up and go.)

Mutant!Verse by casesandcapitals, Frank/Gerard, 75k, Mature. Brian Schechter's School For The Gifted is opening in September, but Gerard doesn't want to go. He hates it when people make fun of his giant bat wings or fawn over his much more talented little brother. But Gerard finds that he loves being at school with other mutants who make him feel normal, especially his roommate Frank. But all is not as it seems and soon students begin to go missing...

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Unexpected Thoughts by BlackRoses_23, Frank/Gerard, 3k [WIP], Mature. Frank can read minds. Everything starts when he reads Gerard's mind and he listens to some inappropiate thoughts of him.

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