#i wrote this at 4 am while thinking of mikey

[fabuloustrash05]

My Top 5 Favorite TMNT 2012 Ships

5) Mikey x Renet

I feel we as a fandom has come to an unanimous agreement that all the canon romances/couples given to us in the 2012 series are bad/toxic/poorly written/inc3st/etc with THEM being the only exception (I'll talk about that ship soon), however I think Renetangelo is the other exception.

They’re certainly not perfect with their first problem being Mikey kinda “cheating” on Renet with Shinigami (they weren’t together or officially dating so it’s not cheating, but it still felt wrong that it was never acknowledged that Mikey was pretty much a skirt chaser, crushing on two girls at once), but I still really love their dynamic and relationship. Mikey and Renet are undoubtedly cute together, just two silly goofballs having a fun time and enjoying the other’s company with the occasional flirting and kiss on the cheek (which btw SO CUTE). Renetangelo is that couple that I feel works great both romantically and platonically. If you told me they’re best friends, I’d believe it, if you told me they’re a couple, I’d also believe it. That's how well they work off each other. I'm okay with them being a couple or just being friends.

Season 5 also practically confirms they’re together on two occasions with Mikey saying him and Renet are in a long distance relationship in the When Worlds Collide special, and Renet hinting during the Halloween arc that she and Mikey have some kind of future together.

Overall, I really like Renetangelo and I love seeing these two together. From Mikey's puppy love expressions when he sees her to their overall personalities clashing so well together. This ship is very underrated and needs more love.

4) Slash x Alopex

Btw this edit was made by @robins-treasure <33

Yes, this is a ship that exist and I take FULL CREDIT FOR THE CREATION OF THIS COUPLE! I AM THE REASON THIS SHIP IS ALIVE AND SAILING! YOU ARE WELCOME!!

Slash x Alopex (or what I like to call them Slaopex) is my rarepair of the 2012 series and I’m so happy that I’m slowly getting more and more people one board with it. It started off as just a random silly idea of mine, like "What if Slash got a gf?" and then I thought "Well, who could I ship him with?" and then my brain went "What if Slash and Alopex got together? That would be funny". I laughed at the idea, but the more I thought of it, the more I started to like it. I began coming up with headcanons and a story of their relationship, and the more I did that, the more I fell in love with this concept and the potential of this couple. So much that it placed 4th in my top 5!

I fell so in love with them I even ended up writing a short fanfic of how I headcanon they would first meet and the beginning of their blooming romance (you can read it HERE). But in short, Slash runs into Alopex during a late night patrol and helps her beat up some crooks who were attacking her. The two get to talking, sharing a tender moment before parting ways, with Alopex now being the only thing on Slash's mind <3

I also reference this ship a few times in my fanfic Courting a Salamandrian. Consider it a continuation of that little oneshot.

3) Leo x Casey

While everyone else was shipping Jonatello, I was shipping Caseynardo! I was never a fan of Jonatello, I don't hate it, just couldn't get on board nor understand the hype around it, but then one day I stumbled across fanart of Leo x Casey and I thought "Huh... these two actually look cute together!" and quickly sunk into the rabbit hole. Looking up every little bit of fanart, fanfics and edits I could find.

Liking this ship this much for it to be ranked 3rd in my Top 5 favorite TMNT 2012 ships says a lot. This ship really grew on me very quickly, so much so that I wrote a fanfiction on them! I wrote a Caseynardo fanfic before writing a Renetangelo one (you can read it HERE), which is funny cause I've been shipping Renetangelo since the show was airing, and I didn't start liking Caseynardo till long after the show ended! That says a lot about how much these boy effected me! LOL

My whole HC for this ship is that they bonding a lot in season 3 at the farmhouse which led to a mutual romantic attraction. Eventually they secretly date without telling anyone but due to the circumstances and problems going on in Leo’s life, he was unable to keep the relationship going. They agree to just be friends, which Casey promising to wait for him. It’s basically the “right person, wrong time” trope. But I like to headcanon that by season 5, Leo and Casey finally get together officially and made their relationship known to everyone else. The only one not surprised was Raphael who knew about those two since day one, cause he was stuck being their third wheel/wingman XD

2) Karai x Shinigami

I will NEVER forgive Nickelodeon for be too cowardly to make this happen. They'd rather ship inc3st and force Shini to be straight than give us our goth kunoichi lesbians. For shame, Nickelodeon... For shame...

Not to mention that one of the writers of the show, Peter Di Cicco, shipped them! Calling them his "OTP" and referring to Shini as "Karai's girlfriend", and even pitching an alternate ending to the series where Splinter and Shredder make up but the only thing they fight over now is who gets to walk Karai down the aisle during her wedding to Shinigami XD

The moment I saw Shinigami, I instantly thought "Oh that's a lesbian and she and Karai are a thing". I really love their dynamic, their friendship and the potential they have in being a cute couple of childhood friends to lovers. You can see how much they care about each other. The fury in Shini's voice when she confronts Super Shredder, "I will destroy you, Monster! For everything you have done to Karai!". Shini is supportive of Karai and is always the one down to start chaos with you. Makes me wish we could've learned more about these two and their history. I like to think they've known each other since they were little, being childhood friends while training and growing up in The Foot Clan.

My personal headcanon is that Shinigami has had a crush on Karai since they were young, like preteens, and is so loyal to her and willing to help Karai not just because she is her best friend but also because she loves her. However, she is scared to tell Karai how she really feels because she's worried she won't reciprocate and it'll ruin their long time friendship. Luckily, Mikey is there for support!

Not to toot my own horn, but I did write a fanfic relating to this concept that you can read HERE

1) Raphael x Mona Lisa

What have I not already said about RaMona? If you follow me then you know full well that these two are my life. I’ve written multiple fanfics based on them on AO3 (LINK HERE) and have done a few analysis posts about them as well here on Tumblr. They have consumed my life. I love them so much!

Overall, I believe they are the healthiest ship the series offered us, and the best one in canon. I know some complain that they were rushed and how they got together too quickly, but in truth I can understand why Raph and Mona got into a relationship as quickly as they did. They are both warriors with the mindset of "I might die tomorrow" so it makes sense they'd be open and honest about their feelings right from the start just in case something happens to either one of them in battle. You only live once, you know? And I like how open Raph is when it comes to his feelings for Mona. From the very start, the moment he realized he liked her, never once did he deny it. Even when his brothers and friends laughed or scolded him, Raph proudly admitted he likes her with no ounce of shame. Mikey even points out that Mona is "bigger, stronger and a better fighter" than Raph and him responding by saying "Exactly! What a woman..." The boy does not care that she will be the pants in their relationship. He loves that she's stronger than him, bigger than him, a better fighter than him. We even see how excited he gets when she suggests training with him someday. Not to mention how we also learn in the show that these two have written love letters to each other during the course of the season 4 space adventures. Their personailties clash so well together. Both being strong willed warriors who put their loved ones first. Both can be stubborn and jump to conclusions quickly. We even see that Mona can have a short temper much like Raph. Both are ready to kick some ass with anyone who talks shit (Raph defending Mona but then Mona defending herself *chef's kiss*)

It's not talked about often among the fandom/shippers, but the fact that Mona is as much in love with Raph as he is with her is what truly makes this ship great. While the other 2012 ships make it unclear (writing wise) if the love interest truly feels the exact same way towards her Turtle she's shipped with, but for Mona her feelings are obvious. She's the one who makes the first move during all of their kisses/nose nuzzles, she's the one to say "I love you" first" and do I have to remind y'all of the push up scene? XD

These two are obsessed with one another. You can tell and see just how in love they are with one another. Even with only appearing in about 4-5 episodes, they truly left a major impact on shipping in this fandom. I feel it has come to a unanimous agreement that this ship is the best (canon) couple this show gave us. I love them, I love their relationship, I love what these two have done for the show and this fandom. They were able to bring back a classic ship from the 87 series and add so much more to them! I hope we get to see more of this couple in future generations. They certainly aren't a perfect couple, they got their flaws too, but overall they are truly the best couple in the 2012 series. <333

[barleyo]

Just What I Needed. (1)

(Mike Schmidt X F! Reader)

A/N: Hey, guys! I normally don’t post my series on here, but I know that more people know me here than on my Ao3! While I would suggest just going to my Ao3 account to read this, this is here for anyone who would rather stay on Tumblr! This story is an on and off chapter set up, meaning that every other chapter with be about the reader’s past, rather than her present. Please enjoy!

Chapters: 1, 1.5, 2, 2.5, 3, 3.5, 4, 4.5, 5

“What’s your problem, Mike? Punching that guy right in front of his kid?” The counselor scratched the side of his head with his knuckles, looking at the report in his hand incredulously. “I mean, it’s like you don’t want my help, yet, here you are.”

Mike kept quiet, eyeing the stains on the old linoleum floor of the office.

“Mike?”

His head perked up in hearing his name. “Yeah?”

“Are you even listening?” the counselor pinched the bridge of his nose before tossing the paper to Mike. “Of course, you aren’t. What am I even saying?”

“No, I am listening, I promise. Mr. Raglan, just—just listen, okay? Any job. I’ll take any job, and I’ll keep it this time.”

“Are you sure? Because if you aren't, there are plenty of people out there who actually will. No matter how shitty it is,” he said, mumbling the last part quietly to himself.

“I will, you know I need this. I know I screwed up, but I can do it.”

A deep sigh rumbled in Mr. Raglan’s chest. “There is this one job.”

“Yeah? What is it? Like, janitorial?”

“Security. Pay’s bad, but hey, at least the hours are even worse.” Digging through his pocket, he picked out a business card and placed it face up on the table. “Twelve A.M. to six A.M. Think you can handle that?”

“I don’t work nights.”

“What happened to ‘any’ job?’”

Mike slouched back into his chair, thinking about the offer. He really did need the job. Nights may have been inconvenient, but not having a job at all would have been worse.

“When would I start?”

“Attaboy, Mikey,” Mr Raglan said. He wrote down the address and slid the card over. “Tonight should work. There’s no way you can lose this gig, just keep people out. Good thing is, there’s nobody there for you to punch.”

***

Mike pulled into the lot of Freddy’s, feeling the rough pavement bounce his car. Nobody had been in or out of the place in a while, but time had weathered the asphalt to a cracked, pale mess. The building’s outer lights were already on, but he thought nothing of it. Mr. Raglan had told him about the building’s aged wiring system, how lights would flicker on and off, and how the power would randomly shut down.

Slamming the door of his car, he walked up to the wire gate enveloping the door. He tried to pry at it to get it open before seeing the lock and pulling out the key he had been given.

“Jesus, this place is creepy,” he said quietly when he had finally entered. The lights on the inside were also on, but just dimmed enough for him to need to squint to see clearly.

Even in the dark, he could see how stained and cracked the linoleum floor was. Broken pieces of the floor chipped under his feet as he walked into the hallway. Turning the corner, he pushed the door of the office open.

He jolted back quickly, seeing a shadowed figure standing right in front of him. His brain could hardly process what he was seeing before his hand shot up, swinging quickly to make contact with the shadow’s face.

“Holy shit, I’m so sorry,” Mike blurted quickly when he saw the figure reel back into the monitor’s light, revealing a woman in a security jacket. She covered her nose with both hands, trying to stop the blood from flowing out of it and landing on the floor.

“What’s your problem, you ass?” she asked, her voice nasally as she squeezed her nostrils together.

[characcoon]

MORE discarded concepts!

On the 1st anniversary of "Change of Perspective", I asked you guys what you'd like too see as extra content, and you chose discarded concepts. And now on the 2nd anniversary, MORE discarded concepts, mostly from chapter 14 to 20.

So let's get right into it!

1. The Puppeteer phase 2

Most of the concept sketches I released prior to the chapter, had Mikey as the center piece. (Yes it's the same Mikey sketch shhhh)

In the final chapter, he only got controlled Once. But the plan was for it to be much more important than one final horrifying blow. His fear at that moment, of being put against his brothers, would've been 100% thrown back at him at full force.

2. Leo VS Donnie

The resolution to That Whole Ordeal with Leo and Donnie, was going to be sort of like Raph planned in chapter 19.

It was going to be a Physical Fight. The first instance I thought of was during a sparring/training session that Leo, blind and lost in another hurricane of horrible thoughts, pulled Donnie aside, gave him a wooden sword, got another one for himself, and didnt even explain stuff before attacking him.

It was about the sword fighting specifically. Leo was in fear that he was losing his abilities, because of the muscle memory, and that he wasnt as good at it as he usually is. And the evil side of the thoughts were telling him that now Donnie was taking over his role completely in every way.

So he would fight Donnie, both with wooden swords, and Donnie would win, without even putting that much effort (because Leo was honestly too stressed to fight well). And Leo would not give up, would not stop, until he finally whacked Donnie in the hand and disarmed him, winning the fight. And once Leo won, the dam would break, and their talk would happen right there.

It would end well, as well, but it would be much uglier and raw than the final chapter. It would be less about Leo's effort to change being validated, and more about his fear of losing what makes him, him.

I think the reason I changed this approach was, the different tone it would set on the work. I think the final product has a much better message, and a much better resolution, than having the twins go at it in a fist fight, because Donnie's pain would be pushed aside in favor of that action show. Leo's acknowledge that, "hey, that guy wearing my face, the guy I'm cursing and yelling at? That's my brother and I am hurting him", is SO much better than "I am hurt and I'll make everyone know that."

It's not just about him, ya know.

3. Flare and Sparkles

One of these guys is not like the other.

So, Flare is the fireball in Mikey's old weapon that went "I ain't dying yet chump" and hopped into Mikey when the Shredder destroyed their weapon vessel. We got that.

Sparkles... wasn't supposed to exist. There is no demon in the Odachi. It makes no sense.

Y'see, I have another AU, "Sentient Ninpos", that has another Flare that is NOT the kusarifundo fireball. And uuuhhh I kinda mixed both of them. Sparkles was already a thing in the AU, and as I was in the initial stages of creating the AU at the same time I was writing that chapter of Leo meeting Flare, and then Sparkles.

I just mixed both concepts and put Sparkles in CoP by accident.

Awkward, I know, but hey, congrats on CoP Sparkles for being something completely new created by mistake that now I gotta think hard about to make it make sense.

4. Sparkles' name was going to be Sparky

Sparkles' name was going to be Sparky.

5. More of VS Puppeteer

That entire fight went through multiple reworks.

First, Donnie was going to be awake, and as said before, Mikey would be prominently controlled. DONNIE would be the one to "break the sky" and get Leo's ability to teleport for a while (which I'm sure would've worked wonders with what I had planned for Leo's self-worth issues /s). There would be no phase 3, they would've exploded the Puppeteer in a much more dramatic and tense way, and that would be it.

I wrote that phase 2 chapter practically in one sitting, so whatever happened there, it was due to the flow and being on the zone and letting the vibes drive the writing. It went that way, and I said well okay then I'm not rewriting 9k words of nonstop fighting and action scenes, and left it as that.

6. Ending of chapter 20

I had that chapter ready for a week or so. Now, if ya know me, I post stuff as soon as it's done, I dont keep things to wait to post. So that week of waiting I spent constantly poking around chapter 20, and I changed the entire ending of it one day before posting.

Donnie would make no deal to stop talking about personal issues and focus on the artifact. He would've bounced right the fuck out of there and go "I'm not processing that entire emotional show, I'm gonna go out and kick people in the face to avoid thinking about what just happened". And that would've gone as well as it sounds: horribly.

Leo and Mikey would have an extra segment of talk about Sparkles and Flare, Leo going "ok we dont know if my Odachi had a demon, but I can ask Magnus because he has the twin of the sword to make sure that there is really no demon" vine boom sound effect, Mikey goes HUH WHU PARDON ME WHAT and credits roll.

I am once again pushing Magnus reveal further and further away. No regrets, it's great to look at how they all know the same thing but they dont know the others know.

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And that's... basically it! ONCE AGAIN, ty for all the support! Hope you enjoyed taking a glimpse at the inner workings of my brain, and how I think over stuff. It's fun over here.

See you guys next chapter!

[thedawningofthehour]

I just came out with somwthing dumb and I think it's cursed enough to share. What if evangelion writters saw your fic, you retired and then they took off with the collar plotline.

1. Galois finishes collars

2. Galois is jumped on by people who want his head and he gets captured and put in a collar

3. He also gets put in some kind of facility where for most he roams free but still he has a bomb on him all the time and is forced to work on something to destroy Draxum

4. For some reason in that place there's a random cute boy his age who seems obsessed with Gale

5. They do gay shit like hold hands, declare love, play piano toghether in a love duet. Even fucking bath toghether (that happened in the og anime). Overall every gay shit imaginable beside kissing or call eachother boyfriends so someone can still point at them and say "They're really close friends"

6. That boy decides to get the collar of Galois and put in on himself

7. That boy fucking dies and explodes on Galois

8. Galois is depressed for the rest of book 3 and hardly does anything

9. While Galois is depressed one of the girl characters decides to wear that collar as a safety precusion (she also wears it while wearing minimal clothing beacuse [insert forced plot reason])

10. That shit is taken off her real soon and she does not die from it or really get much affected at all

11. It turns out Mikey is not Mikey but a clone of a guy named Michael Angel

12. World fucking ends

13. Gale talks to Draxum about Draxum's teen years

14. Draxum tells him the truth about Gale being Donnie

15. Something extremaly confusing happeneds that will make over over half of the fanbase hate book 4

16. New universe is formed and everyone seems happy?? But for some reason Galois is not with his brothers or even with Draxum but with Todd or something. Like it ends qirh Todd picking him up from a train station and saying "let's go home, Donnie"

17. In aditioanl material it's revealed Todd is a time traveler who's secretly been there for Donnie his whole life and also fucked Splinter at some point

18. I don't even fucking know what I just wrote

I know nothing about Evangelion and especially after this I am committed to keeping it that way.

he couldn't move the collar to someone else, (how would that make sense? it's off just throw it away?? why???) there's a mechanism that would automatically detonate the explosive charge if the collar is fiddled with too much. In Fallout 3 you actually get events where you can deactivate a slave's collar with sufficient explosives skill, but if you don't know what you're doing you'll set it off instead. Gale would know how to safely deactivate one...but I've said too much.

Gale does not have time for love declarations

Draxum's 'teen' years were filled with him herding sheep and babysitting the younger kids of his village so idk how interesting that would really be

I hope to god you guys like the ending

I mean, Lou Jitsu was bisexual af and was big in Hollywood in the eighties-this man had sex with men. (and did cocaine)(most likely at the same time) I would not rule out him and Todd hooking up in the slightest. (Leo voice: "gross, those are our dads!")

I am not touching the rest of that.

[bartonbones]

For the ask game, #5 and Carmy. Since you posted a little while ago about how not strong enough by boygenius is such a Carmy song I haven't really stopped listening to it and it ended up being my #1 most listened to song of the year (thanks for that haha)! So I was wondering if you have any other songs you associate him with 😄.

Also if you have any ideas for #5 and Sydney I'd love to hear them.

omg, wouldn't you know, it was ALSO in my top five. i STAY disassociating about carmy to boygenius !! but anyway so glad u asked i have a million songs i think about carmy to. sometimes when i hear a new song i'm just like filtering wildly through 100 different sad boys until i get to the one i can think about while listening to

5. What’s the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Okay I'll answer the question and then i'll just start listening songs. the FIRST song that comes to mind is probably Gloria by the Lumineers, because it's where i got the title/inspo for my hand was tied to yours, which i wrote for months and consumed me. the whole album, though, is berzatto alcoholism core. other songs:

1. Boreas by the Oh Hellos & Better in the Morning by Birdtalker These are both songs that are about depression and wanting to be a better version of yourself but how hard it is to believe in that better version of you. Also, they both have a fire motif. Carmy.

Yeah, I'm one spoon away From setting the ends of my hair on fire If I'm kindling for a little while At least I'd feel of use & Twisting up smokes, I'm in control 'Til the fire burns out my miniature vacation But I'm always left with the taste in my mouth I will do better in the morning

2. Not by Big Thief. A song about all the things that are not the things you want, that are not the things you're upset about, that are not fixing you, that are not breaking you. Carmy is a person who really only wants one thing: he wants Mikey. He'll never get Mikey back. not the room, not beginning, not the crowd, not the winning, not the planet, not the spinning, not a rouse, no heat, not food, not to eat. so on so forth. Carmy!

3. Changes by Langhorne Slim & the Law. i am NOT a big carmy/sydney shipper but i can be convinced sometimes and most of those times are when i'm driving and daydreaming what it would look like to me if they got together. and it's always going to be this song. always. it's a song about going through changes and accepting them even if you have a broken past. it's what i hope carmy does end up doing, with whoever and for whatever reason. i want him to be happy and i want this song playing while he is and i don't care if new girl did it first

4. Bible Belt by Dry the River NAT AND CARMY'S SONG NAT AND CARMY'S SONG

Lo and behold! Your mother is drinking again This might be the coldest winter since records began You were a low moon, steady with wintry calm Leading the children softly across the farm [...] I'll be on the 5:45 You can meet me at the railway line And don't look so scared Cause we've been through worse than this before we could talk The trick of it is, don't be afraid any more

honestly there is more. i do not have a playlist but perhaps i should but my argument is does one need a playlist if one can simply listen to any song and wait until a single lyric applies to your blorbo and then smile, satisfied, and listen to the next one. i'm also probably forgetting very obvious ones

For Sydney I will say I don't have as many that jump to mind, besides the combo of Changes. If I think of some I'll add them !! I do love her but i the berzatto trauma is just so delicious and so easy for me to daydream about to songs that they come to mind much quicker. thank you for the question and I hope i didn't disappoint !!!

[rvrindousvpet]

— my letters for you.

things that i want to write to them

this one written by me solely dedicated to sano manjiro.

—oh the things i would do for you, just to see your empty dark eyes filled with shine and hope, the things i would do to see you light up in happiness. oh how i want to save you from everything. just for you. truly, there's no limit to my love for you.

i would do everything just to keep you safe and sound, i want to let you know how this useless person would risk it all just for you. how there's no limit nor any boundaries that this person would do for you. oh, how badly i want to hug, how i want shower you with love

how i want to the reason to your happiness. i would do anything just for you. oh, please forgive me my love, i am not sorry for sacrificing myself just for you. you deserve all the good thing in this universe. I'm sorry but please don't cry my love, none of this is your fault

I'm doing this for my selfish desires, I can't stand the thought of you leaving me all alone in this world, without you the one who holds my whole heart. oh, my love, i was the one who decided to sacrifice myself in stead of you.

i am willing to do anything for you, even if it meant that i shall give my life just to keep you safe and sound. my dear, i am sorry to say this, but i think my time is coming to end. listen carefully, i will and always love you even if we are in separate universe

thankyou my love for all the things that you've given to me, i am happy that you are here with me. i have a selfish favour to ask you my love. please be happy and fine your own freedom, oh how i wished to see you live your life in happiness and freedom like a bird flying around

without any ounce of worries, i wished to see you spread your beautiful wings and head to where your heart told you. this little heart wished to see you live happily, even if it meant with you having someone else in your life. I am so proud of you my love.

thank you for everything, and remember that this person who loves you dearly will always be there for you. now it's time for me to go,i have never loved someone how i love you,i am thankful for those moments with you. this heart and this body will always belong to you. i love you, till we met again in another life. and if we do, let's create our own happy ending.

[burger-boy-jones]

My Own Grave

Feral Raph x Reader

Warnings: Reader dies and swearing.

Song: My Own Grave by As I Lay Dying

Notes: Not sure if the song fits with Raph, but my friend at work recommended the song to me. Gave it a shot and thought what would this go well with, and immediately I thought of the episode where Raph got left alone in the sewers too long and he went feral lol. This is my interpretation of feral Raph, so enjoy. I also never wrote for Raph before, so go easy on me lol. As I stated before, listening to the song while reading gives it more emotion and feels.

Text Received at 3:50

Raph❤: Hey your still joining us for some sewer fun right?

Y/N smiles at the reminder text from her sweet boyfriend. He always did like reminding her even though he always knew she would reply back, unlike his brothers.

Unfortunately, this time the text never went through, as Raph would have responded. So she fishes for her phone, checking it as her eyes widen.

Text not sent.

Y/N: Sure am big red, you know I'm always down for some fun.

Her phone didn't send the message! What the hell! She curses inwardly at herself for not noticing sooner, and Raph texted her that over an hour ago...poor guy must be worried!

She knows how bad it can get when Raph is left alone for too long.

With this she hastily makes her way to the lair, finding it empty.

"Guys!" She yells out, recieving no answer in return.

Crud.

Y/N fishes our her phone again, sending a message to Donnie.

Y/N: Hey where are you guys? I'm at the lair right now.

"Good enough."

Text sent at 4:58

Not a second later, she gets a text back.

He's always on his phone so that's no suprise he would text back.

Text recieved at 4:59

BrainsMcgee: Kinda busy trying to find Raph, Leo forgot to text him that we were gonna be late and Raph went feral. So were currently on our way back, and will see you in the next few minutes.

Y/N's eyes widen at this.

Raph went feral...this is not good...

"Way to go Leo..." She whispers to herself.

Sure enough, she hears footsteps coming from the other tunnel as she rushes over to the guys.

"What happened to you guys?! Was...was this all Raph's doing?" Y/N asks as Leo stumbles to the floor, groaning in pain.

"Yes it was your boyfriends doing, no thanks to Leon whatsoever." Donnie says bitterly as shoots Leo a glare. "D don't blame him, it was an accident right Leo?" Mikey asks as Leo only grunts in response.

Y/N watches as Donnie and Mikey help pick Leo up off the floor, her eyes widening at all the cuts and bruises Leo obtained. "I can't believe Raph did this to you...is there anyway I can help?" She asks as they all look at her crazily. "Unless you wanna look like a mess hermano I suggest staying here and let us handle Raph." Leo says as he holds his side, as his eye squints from being in pain.

"Like hell I'm gonna stay behind!" She yells out, startling the others as they look at her with wide eyes.

"Woah...no wonder Raph took a liking towards you!" Mikey says as Y/N's cheeks flush red at the compliment. "Alright Y/N can help, but to a certain degree. Deal?" Donnie says as she nods.

"So what's the plan?" Y/N asks as Mikey and Donnie think.

Leo puts a hand to his chin, thinking, as his eyes light up. "What if we use Y/N as a way to bring Raph back to normal?" Leo says as both turtles look at him as if he's crazy.

"No way-I'll do it." Everyone turns to stare at Y/N surprised.

"You will?" Leo asks dumbfounded by Y/N's enthusiasm to help Raph.

"Of course I would, I love Raph and nothing will change that. Feral or not I love who he is and all that he is. He's been there for me, so I need to be there for him." Y/N says as everyone looks at her with tear filled eyes.

"Let's bring Raph home!" Everyone shouts as they begin to start there plan.

What they didn't know was that someone or a certain somebody was watching them from the tunnel.

-With Raph-

He stares at them with blank eyes, frowning.

How dare they touch his mate.

(The lies, the weight)

(Deceit, decay)

(The lies, the weight)

(It's clear I lost my way)

He turns around and makes his way back to his home.

Home?

His mind is vaccant with endless empty thoughts as he tries to think.

Remember.

Who is Raph?

Raph growls as a rat scurries by him, but the rat wasn't fast enough as Raph pounces on him, killing the rat as he picks it up.

Blood is smeared on the floor as Raph tears the head from the body.

He pulls and chews at the body as tosses the head away.

Tasty meat.

(I thought I was an architect, but I was just moving dirt)

What was he doing again? Right. Heading back to his makeshift home.

(Stacking mud over malice covered up, forming nothing but a pile of hurt)

He wanders the tunnels, killing any meat that crosses his path as he finally makes his way back.

He shuffles around, stopping, as he hears the pitter patter of tiny feet scuttling around him.

More meat.

(Boring the barriers that kept others away (away)

(The deeper the walls, the less anyone could hear me (hear me fall)

(So now I know there is no one else to blame)

(Buried alive inside my own grave)

Eventually the sound of tiny footsteps passes as there replaced by heavier ones.

Can it be?

(And there's no one else to blame)

(Buried alive inside my own grave)

Mate?

(Inside of my own grave)

(Beneath my lies)

He turns around and comes face to face with his mate.

He growls lowly at her as she backs away but not in fear, more so in observation. He sniffs the air as he smells another scent on her that isn't his, he growls at this.

He bares his teeth at her, his snaggletooth gleaming in the dim light as she holds up her hands in defence.

"Raph..." She calls out sweetly.

Why can't he remember her name?

He watches, teeth still bared as she slowly takes a step towards him.

"Raph it's me...do you know who I am?"

"Maaate..." He growls out, her eyes widening at his answer.

She takes another step forward and another, and another, until she's within touching distance of him.

(Delusional enough to think I'd designed something great)

(Like a giant headstone inscribed to describe my shameful fate)

Why does she seem familiar?

Why is she not afraid?

(An ugly truth from which there was no way to escape (escape)

(Nowwhere left to hide and then finally forced to face what I'd become)

(Buried alive inside of my own grave (my grave)

He watches as she reaches a hand out to pet his snout, bad move on her part.

(What I'd become)

"Remember me Raph...I love you." She closes her eyes as he raises a hand up.

(Buried alive inside of my own grave (my grave)

(Beneath my pride, crushing me)

Bloodlust blurs his vision as he full on hits her, the force of his swing slams her against the wall as you can hear bones breaking by the second.

He knows alone the sheer impact of his punch could hurt if not kill anyone let alone a simple human.

(Beneath my lies, collapsing)

(But we are still alive (we are still alive)

A bloodcurdling scream can be heard coming from her, but it doesn't last long as she eventually grows quiet.

(Buried alive inside of my own grave)

(And there's no one else to blame)

"Y/N!" Familiar voices shout as he slowly comes back too.

(The lies and the weight, I know I lost my way (my way)

As he slowly comes back to, Raph blinks a few times as he looks at his surroundings, this isnt the sewer he told them to meet at?

(What I'd become)

"Guys?" He calls out frantically, only to hear sobbing come from Mikey and Leo. Donnie doing his best not to cry as he checks her over before he too starts to tear up.

Where's Y/N?

(And there's no one else to blame)

(Buried alive, buried alive)

He slowly walks over to them, his eyes growing wide as tears blur his vision.

(Finally forced to face what I'd become)

(What I'd become in my own grave)

There she lays in a puddle of blood. His girl Y/N. He killed his beloved Y/N. He crys loudly as he sinks to his knees, cradling Y/N in his arms as he continues to cry.

(Buried in my own grave alive)

[xo-lynx]

Welcome to my 31 days of kinktober masterlist, I picked random characters and random kinks and wrote either a fic or a drabble. They will be posted when I get done with them and probably randomly cause that's how my brain works 😅. The Spotify code on the banner is a playlist that goes along with the fics or the fic was inspired by that song and will go in order. Most of these are dark content, please read the triggers for each one you read. Remember all characters I write for are over 18. Minor’s do not read, comment, follow, like, or reblog. Also remember these are lines on paper I am writing for, not actually living breathing people. 😌 The list will be under read more cause it's a pretty long list. I should mention all of these will be female reader and Dom character unless tagged/mentioned other wise. 🖤🎃.

🎃 = Dark content

👻 = NSFW

I added trigger warnings to each one, but they are subject to change, sometimes I add more or don't add a certain kink I originally had put, but just to give you an idea what kinks it has. 🥺🖤🎃

Day 1: "Tag you're it" ft. Sanzu 👻

TW:

Day 2: "Not so innocent" ft. Kazutora 🎃

TW:

Day 3: "Drugs" ft. Oikawa 🎃

TW: drugs, somno, non-con, degrading. (Possibly more.)

Day 4: "Killing butterflies" ft. Mitsuya 👻

TW: cunnilings, slight breath play, lots of praise, bondage, suspension.

Day 5: "Teddy bear" ft. Issei 🎃

TW: Serial killer Issei, Stockholm syndrome, Issei falls in love with victim, possible violence (more to be added)

Day 6: "Champagne & sunshine" ft. Draken 👻

TW: Sleepy sex, shower sex, praise, overstimulation, playful spanking. (More to be added)

Day 7: "Transparent" ft. Tendo 👻

(TBD)

Day 8: "You're so creepy" ft. Hanma 🎃

TW: Deep throating, blood play, branding, name carving, cigarette burns to reader, cream pie, forced orgasm. (Possibly more)

Day 9: "Obsessed with you" ft. Kenkuroo 🎃

TW: Creepy stalker Kenma, and his best friend Kuroo who helps him get what he wants no matter what it takes. Stalking, creepy Kenma, yandere, condescending praise, possible violence, bondage, breath play, possible water boarding, dacryphila (possibly more)

Day 10: "Slow down" ft. Kirishima

(TBD)

Day 11: "Body" ft. Semi 🎃

TW: Reader is a prostitute, hickey's/marking, body worship (possibly more)

Day 12: "Okay" ft. Terushima

TW: Ruined orgasm, edging, bullying. (More to be added)

Day 13: "Choke" ft. Smiley 🎃

TW: Hate sex, face sitting, knife play, breath play, orgasm control, hardcore choking, (possibly more, there will be aftercare)

Day 14: "Cyber sex" ft. Suna

TW: Being filmed, condescending praise, face slapping, pussy slapping, cum eating, orgasm control, toys. (Possibly more)

Day 15: "Sour candy" ft. Rin & Ran

TW: Threesum, degradation, humiliation, praise, DP, spanking, thigh riding, mirror sex, sensation play, cum eating. (Possibly more.

Day 16: "Oops, haha" ft. Oikawa, Iwa, Makki, & Issei. 🎃

TW: Gang bang, forced orgasm, non con, fear play, overstimulation, degradation, praise, ruined orgasm, orgasm control, toys, being recorded, marking, (possibly more)

Day 17: "Howl" ft. Aizawa

(TBD)

Day 18: "Bitch" ft. Taiju (Tokyo Revengers)

TW: size difference, praise, orgasm control, kinda pervy, established relationship, cunnilings, begging, nipple play, daddy kink. (Possibly more)

Day 19: "Can you take it?" ft. Miya twins 👻

TW: Hunter/prey, breeding, breath play, condescending praise, 69 while on of the twins is fucking you, begging, cock warming, thigh riding, nipple play, wax play, impact play. (Possible more, everything is consensual/established relationship.)

Day 20: "Taste so sweet" ft. Mikey 🎃

TW: Sensory deprivation, knife play, exhibition, voyeurism, (reader gets fucked in front of Bonten members...all of them. (Probably more, everything is consensual)

Day 21: "Hypnotic" ft. Shirabu

TW: Touched starved, dry humping, overstim (probably more will be added)

Day 22: "Numb & dumb" ft. Chifuyu 🎃

TW: Priest play, sacrilege (I think that's the right word??,) Degradation, praise, bj (lots more to be added)

Day 23: "Animal" ft. Deku

(TBD)

Day 24: "R U Mine?" ft. Bokuto

TW: Cum kink, tummy bulge, cock warming (probably more)

Day 25: "She's my collar" ft. Hawks

(TBD)

Day 26: "Here for my habits" ft Ushijima

TW: Mutual masterbation, nipple play, begging

Day 27: "Shut me up" ft. Dabi

(TBD)

Day 28: "Just for me" ft. Tadashi-nii Yamaguchi 🎃

(TBD)

Day 29: "I disagree" ft. Toga

(TBD)

Day 30: "Bloodmoney" ft. Baji

TW: Car sex, gagging, collar with bell, lots of praise, some degradation (probably more to be added)

Day 31: "Brutal" ft. Dazai 🎃

TBD

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[moonlit-mizukage]

Chapter five: Pleasure doing business with you 

Summary: Y/l/n Y/n, a third year at Sakura High School, is just a girl with a bad attitude towards anyone outside her small circle. When y/n’s younger sister starts first year, she gains a lot of attention. Unfortunately for everyone in school, the Y/l/n household has one rule, No dating till y/n does. Some people become just desperate enough to pay the leader of the “Monsters”, the trouble making group on campus, to date y/n. What will happen when she finds out? (All characters aged up to third year unless otherwise stated)

TW: Swearing, sexual behaviors mentioned, use of the word pussy, stealing

An: The charecters may come off as a bit more OC in this AU overall. I was hoping to make this chapter small blob of text and then I wrote 900+ words... haha 

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THE NEXT DAY  

Oikawa and his friends approached Tendou with the cash. Tendou started counting the hundred dollar bills in his hand. After he was finished he placed it in his pocket. 

“Pleasure doing business with you.” Oikawa said as he reached his arm to shake hands. Tendou brushed him off and started to walk away.  

Tendou didn’t know much about you, but he had his friends on his side and he was sure by the end of the day he would have the perfect plan to impress you. 

Time skip to lunch...

Tendou walked through the outdoor courtyard where the tables were. Looking around, he spotted you quickly as he recognized you from a photo Terushima had shown him earlier. As he approached, your other 3 friends had joined you now. 

“Hey Babe.” He said. y/n looked up and rolled her eyes. He noticed his approach wasn’t going to work. He sat down beside you. Yamaguchi was on the other side of the table now looking like he was going to either throw up or pee himself. 

“What do you think you are doing?” y/n snapped at him..  

“Just trying to get a pretty girls number.” Tendou replied to her. 

“Gross, can you go somewhere else to try and get pussy. I am not interested.” 

“I am not interested in that. I just want to take you out on a date. Is it such a crime to want to take a pretty girl on a date?” He said with a smirk plastered on his face as he moved in closer.

“I’ll give you 10 seconds to get the fuck outta my space before I box you in the face.” He gave a small chuckle, still wearing that signature smirk. 

“I’ll see you later babe. You can’t say no forever.” He got up and left. She watched as he pulled a cigarette from his pocket as he walked up to his friends. 

“That was really weird.” Tsukishima was the first to speak up. 

“Tsk, I think you mean disgusting. He was obviously looking for something more then a date. He is a monster after all.” 

“Maybe he wasn’t. No one ever knows what goes through his head or what he will do. That's how he became guess monster y/n.” Y/n ignored Shirabu as she turned to face Yamagucci again. 

“You good Gucci? You look a little scared?” Y/n asked him. 

“He is the leader of the monsters… Of course I was scared.” He said

While this was happening, Tendou had approached Oikawa to get your number for him or the deal was off and he’d keep the cash. Now at Oikawa’s table on the opposite side of the courtyard to where y/n was, he went to sit back down.  

“He wants her number or the deals off.” He said to them. He let out a deep sigh, “I can’t ask Mei or she will be suspicious, and none of her friends will give it to me.” 

“Dude, that's it.” Atsumu said as Oikawa looked up at him. “Her friends.” 

“What about them? They all hate me just as much as I hate them.” 

“Shirabu is on Bokuto’s team though. Bo can steal her number off his phone.” Atsumu replied. 

“I definitely can't. I will be practicing with him. One of you guys can try but count me out. I am not getting caught and kicked off the team.” Bokuto said. 

“Alright, Bo you chose.” 

“Pick a number between 1-10.” Bokuto said with a confident smile. 

“4 for ace.” Kuroo said.

“YES! Kuroo you pick who does it!” 

“Easy Oikawa. He got himself into this, he should figure it out himself.” Oikawa let out a deep sigh. 

“Looks like we got a game to attend tonight guys. You want to be my look out for me Iwa-chan?”

“Don’t get me involved in your schemes Shittykawa.”  

Oikawa slipped his number into Tendou’s locker between classes as the day went on. Oikawa had to do this cause he could no longer risk being seen too close to any of the Monsters, or it would bring his reputation down. 

Time skip to the Rep Volleyball game…

Oikawa’s POV 

I waited till the game had started and was at least a few minutes in. I stood up and headed to the players locker room. Checking my phone I read the locker number again that Bokuto had texted me a little while earlier. I glazed along the line till I found locker number 10. The lockers are not locked, so I opened it up and took the phone out. 

Thankfully, Kuroo is in his last period so he was able to see his passcode as he sits behind him. I typed it in fast as I opened it up to his contact. All his friends' names seem to be in nicknames, so I opened his messages and started to go through them. Luckily, they had pictures and I was able to find her number fast within a group chat. 

Before placing his phone back in his locker I browsed his twitter to find her account and add that to the text I sent off to Tendou. I rushed out and returned to my seat just in time for the first half to be over as Bokuto glanced up at where we were seated. I gave him a subtle thumbs up. 

Things were starting to fall into place, I couldn’t wait to see how this turns out from here. 

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[introvert--weeb]

Hi! I really liked your writing and I thought the “match up event” sounded like a really cool idea.

Took me a while to decide between Assassination Classroom and Tokyo Revengers because I really love both T_T but I ended up going with Tokyo Revengers.

You can just completely ignore this if you want btw!

So onto the description thingy that I’m terrible at! I just turned 18 (remembers that I used to think Draken was 17… gosh…), I’m a Cancer, 162 cm (from what I’ve seen, I’m Mikey’s height… so like… tiny) and I’m a girl. I’m straight (unsure, but from what I’ve seen of myself so far that’s what I’m going with).

I’m kind of reckless, I’m very stubborn and I’m a big idiot most of the time. I procrastinate a lot and have a hard time concentrating on stuff. I overthink a lot and I’m very introverted unless I’m with people who make me comfortable. I don’t usually talk to anyone, normally just keeping a straight face (I’ve been told I’m really scary until I talk. I’ve also been told that it’s really easy to talk to me after people get over the intimidating part) and wearing headphones. I’m mostly quiet when out of the house, until I’m with friends and then I’m the loudest and then I kinda become the crack head of the group. I’ve been called the mom a lot, because I bother people about school and worry about them (let’s ignore that I do none of that for myself). I’m also not one for confrontation since I’m really scared of it (even tho I’m quite a violent person) and if I try it, I just end up screaming and crying.

Not sure what’s my aesthetic, but I mostly wear black oversized stuff cuz it makes me comfortable and usually I wear my hair in a pony tail or in a really messy looking bun.

I like writing, reading fanfic and listen to music. That’s about it.

I’d say my MBTI score, but I don’t know what that is.

Oh, Jesus… I wrote a lot. I’m so sorry. I did this like it was some kind of assignment… Jesus. Sorry!! Seriously if you want to ignore this, it’s fine. I went really overboard with the info. I feel like most of it isn’t even important, but I’m unsure? Again, I’m really, really sorry. Feel free to ignore!

Hey! And don't worry about writing a lot, the more the better for this event! 😀 Gives me a much clearer idea on how a relationship with the character would go and gives me room to run off with my own ideas 😅

Anyway, just saying but you sound like such a lovely person! ❤️❤️

--

I am matching you up with...

Hanemiya Kazutora ❤️

You both would suit well together, especially after he had gotten the help he needed for his mental state. A quiet relationship where you would both be a support for each other, probably more so you supporting him.

Kazutora was at first hesitant to go over to you when he first saw you. You were with a group of your friends and everything that he could see from you reminded him of Baji. Of his past crime. The one thing he truly regretted.

It was only once he had spotted you walking alone had he noticed you were both similar. Away from your friends, you were quiet and seemed to keep to yourself.

It had taken the poor boy a full 6 months to get in a relationship with you. 4 months trying to find the courage to talk to you after constantly seeing you, and the other 2 months getting to know you.

As you both got more comfortable around each other, you would start to become crack heads together. Would definitely go on bike rides to wherever with mainly no chosen destination. It was simply wherever had caught your eye as you zoomed past.

Dates would include going to cat cafés since Kazu would have a soft spot for kitties. I truly believe he would have a specific favourite at one café by the pet shop. Other dates would probably include picnics at the park, movie nights at his apartment, and bike rides together.

Your styles are very similar to each others which is great for you. You would steal some of his clothes (mainly shirts and sweatshirts) which he didn't mind. After all, if it made you happy then he would do it! Since you both tend to put your hair up into simple hairdos, you would both do each others hair in the morning. He would adore brushing your hair and placing it into his signature messy bun.

Kazutora would love you with all his heart, willing to give you the world if it would make you happy. You do remind him of Baji but he does understand that there are a lot more qualities to you than just your crack-headedness. Would do everything he can to keep you safe and away from any conflict so there's no need for you to ever worry about that.

[transmascfrankiero]

all of mcr’s songs ranked out of ten based on whether or not you can strip to them:

romance: could work if you were going for a Super Melancholy smiths-esque vibe but overall too slow and pretty. 1/10

honey: headbanger soundtrack to showcase your revenge body to ur ex. bonus points for underlying ‘gonna murder shitty boyfriend’ context thanks to audition-inspired video. but slightly too angry to be seductive. 5/10

vampires: too goth, too many feelings. reminds me of pot dreads frank. would not work. 0/10

drowning lessons: this song is cursed and cannot be listened to in public unfortunately 0/10

sorrows: if u were going to do a strip routine while beating the shit out of someone for trying to stealing ur tip money this would be a gr8 choice 6/10

halos: it’s about blowing your own head off and taking too many pills to cope w/ wanting to die all the time. 0/10

turnstiles: please do not!!! strip!!! to a song!!! about 9/11!!!! what is wrong w/ you!!! -100000000/10

monroeville: if u were doing a private lil strip dance for your george a. romero-obsessed s.o. where u both cry over the idea of having to kill the other person b/c they turned into a zombie then sure??? but other than that no. .5/10

best day ever: ehhhhhh. too fast. kinda weird to get sexy to unless u have a hospital kink. 0/10

cubicles: wow the thought of doing a strip routine to a song about pining for ur coworker who doesn’t know u exist is too sad to even joke about -20/10

demolition lovers: it’s a long song but it’s got cool tempo changes for variety and if u got the stamina then go for it. 4/10

helena: so, like, i get it. it’s a bop. u could dance to this beat for sure. the costumes and color scheme from the video make for gr8 stage pictures and the dancing corpse lady is v pretty. i could understand why if u were doing an emo strip routine u would want to use helena. but please for the love of all that is holy do NOT strip to a song gerard way wrote about his dead grandmother okay i am BEGGING you -∞/10

give ‘em hell kid: FUCK YEAH YOU LOOK PRETTY WALKIN DOWN THE STREET IN THE BEST DAMN DRESS U OWN. 10/10

to the end: this would be a hilarious choice for a bachelor party ngl 7/10 for that alone

prison: absolutely you could strip to this song but u gotta COMMIT okay u gotta light something on fire onstage and challenge gender norms while screaming your head off 8/10 but only if ur not a coward

i’m not okay: it’s a bop, but can u strip to it? no. 0/10

ghost of you: mikey way did not die on a beach in fake normandy for u to strip to ghost of you. seek help -5/10

jetset life: dude this song like. actually works??? for a strip routine??? so long as you don’t actually listen to the words, from a musical perspective, u could totally strip to this 10/10

interlude: what kinda weird catholic shame kink do u need to have to strip to this song. also it’s too short and too pretty. -5/10 (unless ur into catholic shame idk)

venom: this would require such a high energy routine but if u can make being sweaty work then this is a gr8 choice 7/10

hang ‘em high: this is a BATSHIT INSANE choice for a strip routine but if u want to do it then PLEASE do. i like ur style. 8/10

deathwish: u can strip to this only if u introduce ur routine by dedicating it to everyone who ever said eyeliner on dudes was gay. 5/10

cemetery drive: i think not. 0/10

never told you: if u are a highly theatrical highly murderous stripper then yes definitely 7/10

desert song: this song is Way Too Beautiful to strip to sorry you can’t have it -300/10

the end.: the only sexy thing about this song is how good gerard’s voice sounds so no. 0/10

dead!: this is a bold fucking choice but u have to play your cards just right. high risk high reward but SO much to potentially get wrong 6/10

how i disappear: u could. but why. 2/10

sharpest lives: holy SHIT yes ABSOLUTELY u should strip to sharpest lives. the drama. the beat. the spy rock guitar that frank accidentally nailed. this is one of THE choicest options from their catalog. why aren’t u stripping to this right now 50000000/10

wttbp: cute idea but don’t actually 0/10

i don’t love you: again, a bold fucking choice. u could strip to this in an edgy, meta sort of way but it’s missing the trashy factor so it’d have to be part performance art and part strip routine. if ur into that then totally 5/10

house of wolves: i mean i would pay money to see someone strip to this song so 7/10

cancer: LMAO YIKES -2000000/10

mama: this would be GLORIOUS if u fully embraced the sheer insanity and went Bonkers in Fuckin Zonkers burlesque-show-in-hell w/ it. 100/10 but u gotta pound the floor wailing at some point

sleep: i’m conflicted on this one like on the one hand it’s a good tempo for stripping but on the other hand it’s a song about being cruel to ur loved ones in order to force distance between u and them b/c you’re terrified of them getting hurt and it being all your fault. so maybe don’t strip to this one actually 0/10

teenagers: a bop w/ a great beat and fun costume ideas from the video but two major drawbacks being 1. ur getting naked to a song about teenagers which is uhhhh sort of Inappropriate and 2. it’s kind of also about school shooters which is also Inappropriate to get naked to. 0/10

disenchanted: why would u want this. you sad fuck. idek what to say except if you want to strip to this song i’m crying on your behalf -100000000/10

famous last words: don’t????? don’t. Do Not. stop that. -12/10

blood: this is HILARIOUS omg please strip to blood 10/10

kill all your friends: sure?? no objections but it’s an odd choice. this goes for the demo too. 2/10

heaven help us: if u want to strip to this then you definitely just read unholyverse for the first time and while u are valid, Don’t 0/10

my way home is through you: not an especially sexy song but it’s fun!! you do you 3/10

astro zombies (cover): uhhhhhh it’s a no from me dawg. i’d be thinking about danzig, like, the whole time. 0/10

desolation row: sure but u gotta be willing to get punched in the face by the riot squad for maximum effect 4/10

common people (cover): just b/c gerard would strip to britpop doesn’t mean u can. 0/10

emily: NO!!!! -50000/10

party at the end of the world: nah. 0/10

not that kind of girl: literally please consider the subject matter of this song and rethink ur life choices. -10/10

all the angels: it’s a cool song but don’t strip to it that’s weird -2/10

jack the ripper: you and the person who wants to strip to astro zombies can go sit in the suicidegirls corner together how about that. 0/10

na na na: a banger!! strip away my friend 9/10

bulletproof heart: a good song but not a strip song 1/10

sing: sorry this song is [REDACTED] it gets no score

planetary (go!): you could try to strip to this but it’s such a classic four-on-the-floor that i think you’d end up just regular dancing to it and forget to be sexy so 4/10

the only hope for me is you: are you doing a strip tease for michael bay. stop. put ur shirt back on shia lebeouf 0/10

party poison: like this is a hilarious option and i support you but realistically it’s pretty fast for a strip song 3/10

save yourself, i’ll hold them back: this is a safe option. Too Safe. almost soulless. a person who’d strip to this would avoid eye contact the entire time and never smile and later when you went out for a smoke break you’d overhear them on the phone with their ex arguing over child support payments. 4/10

s/c/a/r/e/c/r/o/w: the more i think about it the more fun the idea of stripping to this becomes so i say go for it 6/10

summertime: i’m Certain that gerard would prefer if you didn’t -5/10

destroya: is this objectively the best mcr song to strip to? Absolutely. it’s got everything you could possibly want right down to built-in moans and fever dream drums. but the only person in the universe who Can Must and Should strip to this song is gerard. sorry them’s the breaks. ∞/10 but only if you’re gerard way

kids from yesterday: don’t. 0/10

vampire money: 100% yes you should strip to this. bonus points for stealth twilight references 1000000/10

we don’t need another song about california: do i like this song? yes. is it sexy? no. 0/10

black dragon fighting society: i can’t understand what the FUCK gerard is saying in this song AT ALL so i can’t recommend that u strip to it b/c i have no fucking idea what it’s ABOUT 0/10

f.t.w.w.w.: i mean. this song is about eating pussy. and robots that are built specifically to fuck. so yes you can strip to this but you gotta dress up like a pornbot 100/10

mastas of ravencroft: again i cannot understand most of the fucking words and the ones i do understand are something something RICKETY BONES RICKETY HANDS so like. probably not the one 0/10

boy division: i could go either way on this one like it’s really fast but it’s also about cocaine so??? 3/10

tomorrow’s money: while this song slaps overall violent nihilism does not a strip song make 1/10

ambulance: no. 0/10

gun.: antiwar messages are sexy but not the right kind for stripping 1/10

the world is ugly: PLEASE no. 0/10

the light behind your eyes: oh my god this is so DEPRESSING why would you want to strip to this who hurt you -2000000/10

kiss the ring: yes yes yes it’s got built-in audience participation conceit factor if u let ur audience kiss ur ring, totally works 10/10

make room!!!: again, slaps, but not a strip song 1/10

surrender the night: dude we talked about this!!! dying violently w/ ur loved ones is Not Sexy!!! 0/10

burn bright: i guess you could strip to this but again it’s Too Safe tread carefully 3/10

fake your death: i want frank iero to strip to this song so i can throw tomatoes at him for being a LYING SACK OF SHIT FOR TWO YEARS i’m not gonna rate this one but frank if ur out there i have a basket of slightly squishy heirloom tomatoes and i am COMING FOR YOU

[ilooklikeaburntchickenugget]

Stalker

A/N: I got another random idea, so I wrote it! Pairing: Gerard Way x F!Guitarist!Reader Word count: 2,499 Warnings: Stalking, attempted kidnapping/assault, swearing

Every band member had their own identity that fans knew. Gerard was the frontman, Frank was crazy, Ray was known for his hair, and Mikey was known for being shy and behind the scenes.

But you had a pre-established identity being the only woman in MCR, which made you not only more identifiable but made fans love you more and more. There were lots of pros to that including the overwhelming amount of support you got from all the fans who were girls.

But that separation from the rest of the band through that identity brought its negatives too. Take for example how often your body was shamed online because you weren’t all that tiny. Or how some associated your personality with being a “closeted mean girl” when anyone who knew you personally would say just the opposite. There was always a label that had to be stamped on your forehead as a woman to remain relevant, and none of the guys had to deal with that, making it harder sometimes to deal with. But you had eventually learned to take everything with a grain of salt and brush it off.

But as soon as the band became a world wide phenomenon, things escalated for everyone, usually in a positive manner. For you it did too, that was until the worst of the worst happened.

The first time anything actually did happen was a stormy night, perfect setting for everything to go wrong. It was around 4 am and you were awoken by a flash of light outside your window. You brushed it off assuming it was just some lightning, closing your eyes again and trying to go back to sleep. But the light flashed a second time, this time remaining to stay through your window. You groaned, getting up from your sleepy state and putting on your slippers so your feet wouldn’t freeze.

You had a gut feeling, a bad one, so you crouched under the bedroom window where the light flashed through only letting your forehead and eyes look over it. Down below on the first floor was a figure you saw. You crouched back down again, your breath quickening. Maybe you were just seeing things, you thought. You looked back up and the figure became more apparent. It seemed to be a tall man judging by the build and short hair, in a long coat with a flashlight, the light that had shined in the window. You looked around briefly, seeing something in their hand that you could’ve sworn was a knife. Your breath stopped as you crouched down again and grabbed your phone, dialing 911 in the case anything worse happened.

You sat on the floor next to your bed for a few more seconds, clutching the device close to your chest. Then, the doorbell rang. Your eyes went wide as you took a deep breath, remembering that you had installed security. Checking the app on your phone, you saw the man in all black, but you couldn’t identify anything on his face, probably due to the ski mask, freaking you out even more. This time you knew it, there was a knife in his hand.

You went back to your phone app, this time actually calling the police. You stayed on the line with the operator in the case anything happened, but by the time the cops arrived the man was gone, leaving no trace behind. Only the security footage you had.

They only asked you a few questions, saying they would open a case since the person was armed. Then they requested you call someone to come pick you up while they investigated around the property and you agreed.

The first person you called was the most obvious. Your boyfriend of four months, Gerard (aka lead singer, obviously). You nervously put the phone up to your ear, he picked up at the second ring despite it being 4:30 in the morning.

“Y/N/N?” He asked through his groggy voice, “What’s wrong?” You took a deep breath.

“I’m, um, this is going to sound fucking crazy, I know.” You sighed, “Basically I need you to come pick me up. I’m at my house but the cops are here and-” “The cops?” He asked, this time obviously completely awake, “What the fuck happened? Are you okay?” “Yes, Gerard, I’m fine, just a little shaken up.” You admitted, “A guy came by the house with a knife and tried to get in. The cops scared him off but they have to look around the property and all.” “I’ll be there in 5.” And he didn’t lie, it literally took him 5 minutes to get to your house despite the fact you knew it was probably a 15 minutes drive. He rushed in, passing the police, as you gave them the clear that he was okay.

He grabbed you in a large hug, squeezing you tight as you hugged him back. “Are you okay?” He asked, looking you up and down as concern and fear was painted on his face.

“Yeah, just a little shaken.” You admitted, as he pulled you into another hug.

“Sorry to interrupt,” One of the police men came over to you two, “Do you have any idea what any motive could’ve been? A crazy ex maybe?” You shook your head.

“No, none of my exes would do that.” You admitted, when a lightbulb went off in your head that seemed to freak you out even more. Gerard seemed to notice.

“What?” He looked down and asked you.

“Both of us are in a pretty big band,” You explained to the officer, “So maybe it could’ve had something to do with that?” “Like a fan, you’re thinking?” He asked and you nodded, “It’s very possible. Most celebrities have had pretty bad encounters when it comes to stalker fans.” You nodded having heard other stories. Gerard’s eyes went wide. “I would suggest you stay out of the house for at least the next week to two, so if anyone does come back it’s empty. And here’s my card with my cell, so if you see anything weird just ring me up. We’ll have an officer patrol around the area 24/7 for the next few weeks so they’ll be there if anything happens.” He handed you the card which you graciously accepted, “May I ask what band you’re in?” “It’s called My Chemical Romance.” You began, “I’m one of the guitarists, and he’s the lead singer.” You looked to Gerard who smiled lightly.

“Oh, I’ve heard of you guys.” He said and you two nodded. “Well we’ll definitely keep an eye out, alright?” He said and you nodded.

“Thank you so much, officer.” You lightly smiled and he did the same back.

“No problem.”

You went back to Gerard’s place as it was now 5:30 am. “Are you tired, still?” He asked you, as you two walked in. You shook your head. “I’m not either, I’ll make us some coffee, okay? You just go sit back and relax. You’ve been through enough shit this morning.” He kissed the top of your head and you lightly laughed, walking over to sit on his couch. Gerard’s house was much bigger than yours, with 4 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms. Granted you recorded a lot of your music there so the extra space was needed.

Your boyfriend came back a few minutes later with two mugs, putting one down in front of you and sitting besides you on the large couch. “Do you want to talk about it? It may help.” He suggested and you lightly nodded. You went through everything, like you had given to the police earlier. Talking about how you saw the knife, and the bad gut feeling, all of that. At this point you couldn’t tell who was more scared, you or Gerard. “What if it is a crazy fan?” You asked, “How would they have even gotten my address? I thought we all worked so hard to keep all of that super private.” “I don’t know.” He admitted with a sigh, “It could also just be a weird person. Or someone who may have mistaken that house for someone else’s.” You nodded understanding. “Why don’t we take the day off, okay? I can call the guys and let them know not to come over-” You shook your head.

“I think working will help get my mind off of it.” You admitted, “I appreciate your idea, but I need to distract myself. “Alright.” He nodded, “Well if you need a break, just let me know, okay?” You nodded.

You hadn’t heard anything for a week, but you stayed with Gerard for that time. Partially because you wanted to, but also because he insisted you do so for your safety.

That was until one night at 3 am your phone went off. You groaned, getting up and checking it only to see it was your security app. Your eyes went wide and you grabbed your glasses. You checked and there, again, was the person. “Shit.” You muttered, finding the card with the officer from the previous weeks number written on it.

“Honey?” You heard Gerard groan, moving towards you. “What’s wrong?” He was still half asleep.

“He’s there, again.” You sighed, typing the the numbers. Your boyfriend shot up immediately as you were speaking to the officer, and he promised that he had units on their way, though you clarified that you weren’t at the house.

Your emotions were a jumbled mess. Part of you was freaking out because your stalker was back, but you also felt safe because you were not there and with Gerard. Another part of you felt angry that this could happen, while hope seemed to run through your veins thinking about how you would finally figure out why you were being stalked.

The two of you were just sitting in his bed, duvet still covering you in anticipation as you waited for a call back. When you heard the ring you immediately answered. “Hello?”

“Ms. Y/L/N, we caught the suspect.” The officer spoke and you took a deep sigh of relief, “We’re going to update you actively on this, but first we need to interview him. My advice from here on out would be to contact your attorney, if you have one, and get a restraining order immediately. It can be done within the next day so if we have to release him on bond he can’t come near you or your home.” “Okay, thank you.” You sighed again, planning on calling your lawyer first thing when you woke up.

“If you have any other questions or concerns please don’t hesitate to reach out to me, alright?” “Yes, thank you so much.” You two hung up and you looked over to Gerard. “They got him.” You said, and he lightly sighed as well in relief. “The officer advised me that I contact our attorneys tomorrow to get an emergency restraining order, for obvious reasons.” “Sounds good.” Gerard admitted, rubbing your back a bit. “Let’s try to go back to sleep, okay? We’ll deal with all this in the morning.” You nodded, falling back under the covers with him, tucked under your arm.

-A brief time skip, as in like 8 hours later or something-

“He what?” You asked your attorney as you and Gerard were suited in her office.

“According to the police report, which I just received this morning, your stalker, James Horrow, thought in his mind that you two were married.” Your mouth was open, your eyes squinted in both confusion and shock as Gerard leaned back in his chair, wiping his hand over his face.

“Jeez,” He sighed, “So he’s crazy?” Your attorney nodded.

“Seems like it.” She sighed, “As much as I hate to say it, this happens pretty often with celebrities. What is most shocking though is he was armed and was planning on kidnapping you.” This time you leaned back in your chair, closing your eyes to let everything soak in.

“So he’s crazy. And violent.” Gerard added.

“We’re putting in an emergency motion today for a restraining order against him. He doesn’t come from any wealthy family and doesn’t seem to be very financially stable so there’s a good chance that if he’s offered bond by the judge he won’t be able to pay it, but you can never be sure.” You nodded in agreement. “However, there should be no reason the judge shouldn’t sign this. I’ve had a few cases in front of her. She’s very fair and good at her job, so I don’t foresee her not granting us the motion. But in the meantime, you two stay safe and probably at Gerard’s house. I’ll give you a call when I have any news.”

“Thank you so much, Patricia.” You smiled and she smiled back.

“Of course.” She shook both yours and Gerard’s hand before you two walked out of her office.

You got into your car, Gerard taking the driver’s seat and you taking the passenger, slumping down into the leather, sighing. “You alright?” Gerard asked turning to you.

“Oh yeah, I’m totally fine with the fact that a psycho dude managed to figure out my private address and showed up to my house with a knife to kidnap me because I’m his imaginary wife.” Gerard sighed, grabbing your hand and squeezing it. “I’m gonna have to get a full fucking security team at the house now because I don’t know how many people now know my address.” You closed your eyes for a few moments letting your internal anger radiate out of your body.

“Or you could just move in with me.” Gerard said next, and you looked at him strangely.

“Don’t make me move in with you out of pity.” You rolled your eyes.

“This isn’t out of pity.” He admitted, “I genuinely want you to move in, have for a while now, actually since like a week after we started dating.” He lightly laughed, “I mean, it’s ultimately up to you. But I know I would feel a hell of a lot better if you were with me so if this happens again at least you’re not alone. And if you feel the need to get some form of additional security besides just the cameras, we can do that too.” He gave your hand another reassuring squeeze.

“You sure you’d be okay with that?” You asked and he nodded.

“Positive.”

“Fine,” You lightly smiled back, “I’ll move in with you.” “Great.” He smiled, beginning to reverse out of the parking spot.

“Now will you redo your damn kitchen?” You asked him. He lightly laughed.

“It isn’t that bad-” “Gerard it’s atrocious!” You sat up defensively, “It’s a monstrosity to anyone who knows how to cook!” “Hey I can cook!” He defended himself.

“You made pancakes one, and they burnt. They were literally black.” He rolled his eyes, “It’s okay, I’ll teach you more. After we completely redo the kitchen.”

[killjoyhistoryarchive]

“Conventional Weapons” and the Rocky Road to “Danger Days”

In 2009, My Chemical Romance was buzzing with activity. The band performed several shows and festivals (including Summer Sonic in Japan), Gerard and Mikey Way attended San Diego Comic Con, and The Umbrella Academy was named one of Amazon’s top comics of 2009. Ray Toro held a Whopper eating contest on the official MCR website (no joke), while a certain comic series written by Gerard Way and Shaun Simon was announced in August. And at a show at the Roxy in Los Angeles, MCR performed three new songs from their upcoming album.

But while their next album seemed easily slated for an early 2010 release, MCR was about to hit a series of hurdles that would leave them with a scrapped album, a lost drummer, and a totally new outlook on where their music was headed.

On July 31st, 2009, MCR performed a set at the Roxy that included three new songs–“Kiss The Ring,” “The Drugs,” and “Death Before Disco.” Gerard was enthusiastic about the new tracks, even telling Rolling Stone that “Death Before Disco” was “the greatest song we’ve ever written.” Videos of the tracks soon appeared online, where fans eagerly devoured what they thought would be the follow-up to 2006’s The Black Parade.

As the days and weeks went on, the media blitz kicked into high-gear. While Ray Toro posted short studio clips on MCR’s website, the band gave several interviews where they gushed about producer Brendan O'Brien, discussed their new stripped-down style, and claimed that this would be their best record yet. In an interview with MTV, Gerard described the still-untitled album as a “true love letter to rock and roll,” adding:

“There’s something about being an American rock-and-roll band that we’ve kind of grown into and we’re very proud of. And I think that’s what we’re celebrating with this record. There’s no agenda, there’s no mission; it’s just about rock and roll.”

Meanwhile, Gerard Way and close friend Shaun Simon had another surprise in store: a comic series called "Killjoys.” Dark Horse Comics announced the release at San Diego Comic Con. Jeremy Atkins, the Dark Horse Director of Public Relations, described “Killjoys” as “a psychedelic rock-and-roll road trip adventure geared toward both fans of The Umbrella Academy and My Chemical Romance.” But not much else was said about the comic, as MCR’s upcoming album had become Gerard’s top priority.

As the album drew closer to completion, MCR gave fans more glimpses of what lay in store. They shared the titles of various tracks, including “Still Alive,” “Trans Am,” “Hail To The King,” “Save Yourself, I’ll Hold Them Back," “L.A. Heavy,” "The Only Hope For Me Is You,” and “Black Dragon Fighting Society.” They cited a variety of influences, including Queen, Judas Priest, Bruce Springsteen, The Killers, and Blade Runner. By all accounts, this was going to be MCR’s defining album.

In December, MCR previewed seven tracks for SPIN magazine. A month later, in January of 2010, the album–which was still untitled–was rumored to be released on March 30th. As they continued to rework the songs, they realized that the stripped-down sound wasn’t working. As NME reported in January:

Things turned around with a song called “Trans Am,” now renamed "Bullet Proof Heart,” the likely first single. And perversely, they did it by returning to fiction. Broadly, it’s about a boy in New Jersey, dressed in a Judas Priest T-shirt, called Johnny. And a girl called Jenny who might be his girlfriend, but who also (honk the pop fact sirens!) might also be the missing girl from “Jenny Was A Friend Of Mine” by The Killers.

But in the same interview, Gerard restated that the album would give "the purest, best version of the band you could ever hope for.” And in early February, MCR finally started to wrap up production, telling Big Cheese that the album would probably be released in spring or summer.

“Killjoys” also looked promising–back in January, Scott Allie had reported in a blog post that Shaun Simon and Becky Cloonan were ready to get started. Once Gerard wrapped up the album and finished working on the Umbrella Academy movie screenplay, it seemed like he’d be ready to dive in.

But February was also when the band publicly stumbled for the first time.

Before the Big Cheese interview, MCR had abruptly cancelled their appearance at the Soundwave festival in Australia. In a blog post on MCR’s website, Frank claimed that Gerard was having voice problems (he jokingly implied that it was due to coffee and cigarettes) and required treatment to make a full recovery.

Fans were disappointed, but most understood that it couldn’t be helped. But a month later, the fandom received another shock: MCR’s drummer Bob Bryar had departed the band. In another blog post, Frank told fans:

As of 4 weeks ago, My Chemical Romance and Bob Bryar parted ways. This was a painful decision for all of us to make and was not taken lightly. We wish him the best of luck in his future endeavors and expect you all to do the same. We also wanted to give you all a quick heads up on how the record is progressing. We have been writing some very powerful new songs so this week the four of us entered the studio once again, and what has been ending up on tape each night is some of the most exciting and honest work we have ever created.

The fandom was stunned. Clearly, MCR had been experiencing some behind-the-scenes turmoil, suggesting that the process wasn’t going as smoothly as fans had thought. While it wasn’t known at the time, they also parted ways with producer Brendan O'Brien, who had been hired specifically to channel their raw, back-to-basics sound. Where would MCR go from here? And when would fans hear the latest album–which was apparently undergoing rewrites once again?

It wasn’t until late 2010 that fans would finally learn what had happened to this unreleased album.

This moment, says frontman Gerard Way, looking back on what went wrong, “was the hardest part”. Guitarist Ray Toro was “home dealing with some family things”, leaving Way, his bassist brother Mikey, and guitarist Frank Iero alone in the mixing studio. “The sinking feeling was really starting to become loud that it wasn’t right - that the record wasn’t finished, I couldn’t even put them in a track order … "Thinking about it now, it’s kind of upsetting, because I just felt so lost,” Gerard says.

This was discussed in an interview with Herald Sun, where they talked about the process of starting again after the departure of their drummer and producer. Speaking to Music Radar, Ray Toro talked about the struggles the band had with original producer Brendan O'Brien, admitting that it hadn’t gone as well as they once thought:

“He was really trying; he did the best he could with us. He knew things weren’t clicking, and he’d try to rally us. I remember he said, ‘Hey, on some songs, I’d love to hear you do what you did on The Black Parade.’ Because there wasn’t any of the harmonized guitar parts or the stacking that I usually do. He was trying to get us to make one record, and we wanted to make something totally different.

Musically, we wanted to go back to our basement. But just because we wanted to do something different didn’t make it easy. In many ways, we felt as though we were holding ourselves back creatively. We were going through the motions. Some of the songs were good, but we weren’t happy with all of them.”

Needing a break, Gerard took a vacation to the desert that surrounded Los Angeles. There, as he told Terminal 5, he realized “I had started the band after 9/11 when I hated art. Black Parade had been about hiding and punishment. I couldn’t tell the truth so I’d talk about cancer instead. I had to put on a mask to show people who I really was. But now it was time to own it. To be who I was before this band started. And I had something in my back pocket: this song, ‘Na Na Na.’”

Reunited with producer Rob Cavallo, who had worked on The Black Parade, the band kicked things off with “Na Na Na.” Gerard and Shaun Simon’s comic “Killjoys,” once a separate side project that had nothing to do with the band, suddenly became the concept that they formed the album around. Fueled by fresh creative energy, the band wrote and re-wrote tracks, came up with concepts and characters like Dr. Death Defying, and shredded the limitations that had confined them. At one point, Gerard turned to his brother Mikey and said “Danger Days, here we come again!”

Not everything from the previous record was scrapped. “Trans Am” became “Bulletproof Heart”; “Death Before Disco” became “Party Poison.” A few new versions of old tracks appeared on the record, as well as the Mad Gear and Missile Kid EP that came later. But MCR’s fourth album had gone from a rock and roll record that deliberately avoided ambitious storylines, to a vividly realized concept album that invited fans into the world of post-apocalyptic California. In many ways, it was the opposite of what they had originally planned. And it seemed to be exactly what they had been looking for.

During this time, Frank snapped in-studio photos that he sold on MCR’s official website, offering one-of-a-kind peeks into the recording process. In March, Mikey Way stated in a blog post that “One day you will wake up, and nothing will ever be the same again, but it’ll feel like an old friend.” He was talking about upcoming changes to the MCR website, but in a way that statement reflected the band’s process at the time–they had completely reinvented themselves, and yet there was still a certain familiarity in the old tracks they had revamped.

The band completed the album with fresh energy, offering sporadic updates in the coming months. Fans waited with some skepticism to see what MCR had in store. And finally, one day in early September, MCR’s website disappeared and was replaced with a mysterious transmitter. The Danger Days era had begun.

But was the scrapped album hidden away, never to be heard again? Not quite.

In 2012, in a blog post on MCR’s website, Frank talked about the feelings of depression that he had faced after The Black Parade. He felt like MCR had done it all, leaving them with nothing left to accomplish. In November 2008, Gerard called him up to talk about the band. As new ideas took shape, they prepared to start recording the album that would eventually be scrapped after months of work.

Frank pointed out that while the band had limited themselves during the recording of this album, the songs weren’t inherently bad–in fact, some of them were among his favorites that the band had produced. As time passed, he developed a greater appreciation for the tracks. And when the band met up and listened to those songs, they decided to release a selection of tracks to the public–two tracks a month for the next five months, for a total of ten.

After all this time, the album finally had a title: Conventional Weapons. Tracks included “Kiss The Ring,” “The World Is Ugly,” “Surrender The Night,” and the fan-favorite “The Light Behind Your Eyes.” Listening to the tracks, it was clear that MCR had aimed for a rock album with a pure American sound–no ambitious concepts or storylines, just a set of killer tracks. Whether they succeeded is up to the listener to decide, but they provided some insight into what came before Danger Days.

Due to its unconventional release, and the fact that the album was a series of random tracks and not a finished product, Conventional Weapons is not considered an “official” MCR album. But while Danger Days was the final album, Conventional Weapons was the final release before MCR broke up in 2013. Since the split, the release of CW has caused many fans to wonder–will My Chemical Romance’s fifth (and unreleased) album ever be shared in a similar fashion? Or will it be locked away forever, like the other CW tracks that were never released?

Only time will tell. But for now, Conventional Weapons serves as an intriguing part of MCR’s history–a time when the band set out to make one type of album, and ended up making the complete opposite.

(Picture credits: 1 2 3. Other in-studio photos by Frank Iero.)

[Originally published 07.09.2017]

[talkfastromance4]

sooo here what I was thinking (and if you don't like it or it's kind of weird or complicated,you can completely ignore this) for Michael's single mom universe: reader has an one night stand and ends up pregnant,she doesn't want to tell best friend!Michael bc he's getting ready for a huge tour,so when she's 3 months along (and still hiding the pregnancy) he goes on tour and when comes back he finds reader with a 4 month old baby boy and struggling to bc she's all by herself and +++

+++ he is kinda angry she didn't tell him bc he could've helped but he's overwhelmed with this woman keeping everything together and caring so much for this tiny baby (I imagine him being called Daniel??? Like the lion??? Or maybe Theo??? It's completely up to you tho) and wants to be in the baby boy's life bc he can't help the immediate love he feels once he meets him and asks reader to move in with him so they can take care together of the baby+++

I. LOVE. THIS!

This got a little long because I want the first blurb of michael dating single!mom to cover all that you wrote!

• • • •

Three months you’ve been keeping this secret. From your family, your friends, your coworkers and from your best friend Michael. You decided today was the day you were going to tell him. 

You were going to tell him about your one night stand from that cute guy at the bar you poured your heart and soul to about how she’s in love with her best friend and because of alcohol and heightened emotions and the need to feel close to someone, you brought him back to your place. 

Now, three months later, you’re carrying the only evidence that it ever happened in your belly. Your baby is the size of a plum but your love for it is the size of the sun. You didn’t tell the father because you never got his contact information and you doubt he’d stick around, it was a one night stand after all. 

You walk into Michael’s house, dogs greeting you happily as you venture down the hall to his bedroom. When you come inside it’s a warzone.

“Did your closet throw up?” you ask tugging on your oversized shirt. You’ve opted for larger clothes to hide your growing belly, it’s not that big yet but still. 

“No. I’m trying to decide which clothes to bring for tour,” he mumbles.

“Tour. Right, that starts . . . holy shit, tomorrow doesn’t it?” you ask becoming nervous. Since becoming pregnant, you’ve gotten a little more forgetful. There’s no way you can drop this news on him now. 

“Yeah, has been for the last three months,” he chuckles tossing a sweatshirt in his suitcase. “What’s up? Want to do one last night of switch and pizza before I go?”

“Sure,” you smile. 

The rest of the night is spent trying to act normal for Michael as you play mario kart and eat pizza. The dogs are cuddling you a lot more than normal and Southy keeps sniffing at your tummy and you hope Michael doesn’t notice.

You’re woken the next morning to Michael gently nudging you awake, it’s still pretty dark outside. 

“Hey, I’m heading to the airport but you can stay sleeping,” he whispers and you sit up rubbing your eyes. “I’ll call you when I land, okay?”

“Okay,” you sigh holding your arms open and he gives you a tight hug.

“Love you,” he kisses the top of your head.

“Love you too, Mikey.”

****

The next six months were even harder keeping your pregnancy from Michael. You finally told your friends and family but had them swear not to tell Michael because he needs to focus on performing. When he’d call it was easy to hide it, but when he wanted to facetime you really had to come up with clever ways to hide your belly. 

Ironically, after you gave birth to your baby boy Theo and you spent the first couple months building his routine and loving on him, it was when Michael was the busiest on tour. It was nearing an end soon, so would your secret.

You’d stay up most nights thinking of his reaction and so many different scenarios played out in your head. He’ll scream at you and never talk to you again. Or he won’t say anything and just leave. 

When Theo turns four months old, that’s when Michael will be home again and he’ll be by to pick up the dogs. You always watched them when he went away and they’ve been amazing with Theo. 

Theo is in the living room in his tiny bouncer when Michael said he’s just pulled up. Your hands are clammy and your stomach has flipped upside down as you wait for him by the front door. 

When it opens, the dogs start barking and attack him as he falls to the floor letting them. He pets them the best he can while saying hello then looks up at you, he gives you a funny look. 

“You look different,” he muses standing up to his feet and pulls you into his arms for a tight embrace. 

You melt into his touch, breathing him in and feeling his presence. You hadn’t realized how much you missed him and you hope this won’t be the last hug. 

“Your hair looks longer,” you smile tousling his blond locks. “Um, so I am different but in more ways than my looks.”

“What are you talking about?” he asks in confusion when you pull away. His hands are still on your elbows. 

“Um, there’s someone I want you to meet,” you say nervously and back away to the living room. “Stay here and let me explain before you say anything. Okay?” You hold up your pinky for him to take, a serious pact between you two. He links his pinky with yours. 

You lift Theo from his bouncer and he wriggles in your arms until he’s nestled comfortably in your arms. You appear in the kitchen and Michael’s eyes get wide as saucers. 

“Three months before you left on tour, I hooked up with a guy and I was going to tell you but you were literally leaving for tour the next morning and I couldn’t drop that bomb on you and I didn’t want to do it over the phone and please don’t hate me. But this is my son, Theo and he turned four months old today and I really don’t want you to hate me,” you say all in one breath. Michael just stares. 

And stares. And stares. And stares. 

“Please say something,” you beg adjusting Theo in your arms. 

He takes a careful step forward, looking between you and Theo over and over again. He keeps stepping until he’s right in front of you and brushes his finger on Theo’s small forehead. 

“He looks just like you, Y/N,” he says softly. “The only thing I’m mad about is that you’ve been doing this all on your own. Where’s his dad? Did he kick you to the curb? I’ll kick his ass right--”

“I never told him. I don’t even know his name or got his number. It’s better this way, Mikey. Me and Theo. . . we’re doing okay,” you smile down at your beautiful baby boy. 

Michael watches you rock him gently then holds out his arms. “Can I hold him?”

“Yeah! Yes, of course you can,” you smile and place Theo in his arms. He rocks him carefully, his long finger touching his nose. He coos at him gently and smiles at him even though Theo’s eyes are closed.

“Move in with me.”

“What? Mikey, no, this isn’t your responsibility--”

“I don’t care. I want to help, and he’s so amazing and I love him so much even though I just met him. Let me help you take care of him, you’re my best friend.”

Your heart jolts, both at the sight of him holding your son and at the fact that he wants to help you even though Theo isn’t his. And just like that, you agree and you’re more in love with him than before, which basically was how Theo was conceived.

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I dont like 2012 too but I'd love to hear your thoughts about it! Did you finish the whole show? I couldn't go past the beginning of season 3, watching this show while being a mikey stan was so hard lmao he deserved better

I plan to continue watching it, I’ve only seen the 1st season so far, but my friend who is also a Mikey stan was just completely frustrated with it.

From what I could tell there were only a handful of episodes that were super solid in season 1 and most of those episode were written by none other than Russ himself (he’s the main writer for Rise btw... like literally almost all the episodes of season 1 of Rise were by him. Only 4 episodes in total were written by him in 2012 and they were all in the 1st season).

The rest of the show was okay. I thought the group dynamics were decent, tho how they wrote april and karai infuriated me because it was blatantly obvious they didn’t have a female crew member. I seriously didn’t care for either of them personally, and from what I hear, april gets worse later which also annoys me.

Let me say tho, my opinions of the show aren’t completely bias just cause I like Rise. I’m a storyteller by nature, I’m also a storyboard artist and 2D animator so a lot of what I was talking about with the comparisons of Rise and 2012 Donnie were from an animator/storyboard artists perspective.

And I DO love 2012 Donnie, i love him loads. He’s a baby and a complete dork and i love him with all my heart... he and Mikey are just treated like garbage and from further research I learned a lot of people who watched the show didn’t care for Mikey or Donnie (most of those stans are into Rise or 2003) and they DEFINITELY didn’t care for Donnie’s Bo staff. I wanted to shed some light on how cool his weapon ACTUALLY is. (I also am training with a bo staff so you can see that bias probably lol).

Hope that shed some light into what I think, and wasn’t too rambley~

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Tug of War (Ch 4)

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Final exam season had finally come. To say the seniors of Casper High were stressed was an understatement, college application deadlines were also quickly approaching.

Wes Weston however, was stressed for a whole other reason. His attempt before winter break to awaken the angry ghostliness in Fenton wasn’t enough. He only saw Fenton ripping out all the decorations, without glowing green eyes or anything else ghostly he could catch on camera. And to make manners worse, the school’s caretaker blamed him for leaving shattered ornaments in the halls so he winded up with detention. It wasn’t even his fault!

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Stealing another glance at the classroom’s wall clock, he scowled when he realized that he still had twenty minutes to burn until his computer science exam ended. 

Might as well not let this time go to waste. Pushing aside his completed exam, he grabbed a scrap piece of paper and began to brainstorm other ways to infuriate Fenton. He stole a glance at Fenton’s sidekick, Foley, hastily writing away. Frowning, he turned back to his page. 

Meanwhile, for Danny, he has never felt this anxious ever before in his life. 

Before, when he was barely scraping by in class, he was beginning to accept that his dreams would remain as that. Just dreams. Protecting the town would always come first. He became indifferent to his grades because 1) he’d convinced himself that he was a bad student, nothing could change that, and 2) it wasn’t that important anyways. He could deal with his parents’ disappointment. 

However, after dealing with his exhausting responsibilities for a few years now, he finally learned to properly manage his time. And it showed when he found out he ended last year with a B+ average.

He told himself it was just a fluke, there’s no way Danny Fenton could get those grades. At most, he was a C- student. Yet, a tiny spark of hope flared up and drove Danny to try harder this year. Perhaps it was just a fluke, but who knows? What if it happened again?

And when it kept happening, sometimes even getting back A’s on his tests, then it hit him. He was actually capable of doing well in school. 

Allowing himself to believe that meant that his childhood aspirations were possible. But, there was always that question in the back of his mind: What if this all was just a fluke? His luck could run out anytime. He could easily fail all his exams and lose his chances. And what then?

He could not come back after letting himself believe that he had a future to look forward to. Of all the times he had barely escaped being destroyed by his enemies, it didn’t compare to the mounting fear he had of not getting into college. 

That fear was only accentuated by his stressed classmates. Danny felt ill every time he heard Star talking about all the schools her brother was rejected from, Mikey and Nathan discussing admission cutoffs, and practically everyone going into a panic when their average lowered. Even Dash was worried about meeting his minimum requirement for his football scholarship.

Thing is, Danny couldn’t even look forward to college itself. Don’t get him wrong, he likes learning, especially about space. But he would have to endure four more years of school, plus another two for a masters. 

At first, he just told himself to suck it up. It was a necessary sacrifice.

Now though, he was conflicted. He had to do his undergrad in some science-related college program to be eligible for the space program. However, what if he ended up in an undergrad program he didn’t like? He’d be stuck with it. What if college is too hard for him? He could very well fail everything and get kicked out. Then he wouldn’t even be able to continue to get a masters. And of course, the biggest question of them all: would he able to handle juggling his ghostly responsibilities and college for the next six years? Heck, with how stressed out Jazz seems these days, how much worse would it be for him?

Danny was simultaneously afraid of both getting in and not getting into college.

“Hey Danny, you alright?” asked Sam.

Like always, he pushed these worries away into that overcrowded space in the back of his mind. “Yeah, ‘m fine,” he mumbled before rereading the same sentence in his textbook for the twentieth time.

“Are you sure? We could just take a bre—”

Suddenly, his ghost sense went off.

~

Danny gripped his bleeding forearm. He just needed it to clot, then his self-healing would eventually kick in. But it wasn’t clotting. He worriedly watched as his blood tinged with ectoplasm dripped onto the floor. This wasn’t good.

He looked up at Sam with desperate eyes, who bit her lip. “Hang on, I think have something that’ll help. Be right back,” she assured before scurrying from their secluded refuge under the staircase.

She returned not even a minute later, holding a flat square object wrapped in colourful plastic. Danny’s eyes widened and before he could even protest, she unpackaged and wrapped it around his wound.

Sam’s gaze hardened when he started squirming away. “Danny, it’s just a pad.”

“Bu—”

“It’s either this or one of your socks. Now relax, we need to get the bleeding to stop before next period.”

“What’s next period?”

“Bio exam, remember?”

“Dammit.” He thumped his head against the wall.

“It’s okay, we’ve still got a bit of time bef—”

The two teens tensed as they heard footsteps coming from the height of the staircase.

“Danny, quick, hide it!” she said in a panicked whisper.

“How am I supposed to hide a bleeding arm?!” he quietly exclaimed.

She huffed at his reply before swiftly releasing her pressure on his arm, rolling up his sweater sleeve over the pad, and using his other hand to press on the wound again through his sweater.

“Ah, hello Mr. Fenton, just the man I was looking for. And Ms. Manson,” Lancer greeted, suspiciously eyeing how close the two teens were sitting. He wasn’t naive, he was aware of what some of his students get up to in these secluded areas of the school. “I’m sorry to interrupt, can I have a word with you Daniel?”

“Mr. Lancer, I swear I-I...”

“Relax, you’re not in trouble. I’d just like a moment to speak with you.”

“Uh…” Danny hesitated.

“If this is not the best time, you can always speak to me later. Although, I implore you that you should see me sooner than later on this matter.”

“Oh…okay.” He glanced at Sam, who was frowning in worry. Forcing a reassuring smile on his face, he stood up from her and followed Lancer to his classroom.

As they walked through the halls, he tried to arrange his arms in a more casual position while placing a little more pressure on the wound.

“Mr. Fenton, I recall reading that you aspire to become an astronaut from one of your essays in 9th grade,” Lancer mentioned as he unlocked his classroom’s door.

Following him into the classroom, Danny replied warily, “Uh...yeah?” How the heck did Lancer remember something so miniscule from something he wrote ages ago?

His English teacher approached his desk and grabbed something from a drawer. “Have you heard of the Young Astronauts program?” he asked, presenting a pamphlet to him.

“No?” Danny momentarily released his hold on his injured arm to accept it, only to regret when he felt something warm drip down his arm. Shit! He held the pamphlet with his index and middle finger while quickly resuming his hold, praying for nothing to bleed through his sleeve. Why won’t it clot already??

Meanwhile, Lancer scrutinized his unusual movements for a moment before continuing, “I’ve been informed that this program fast tracks you to becoming an astronaut at NASA. Though it’s very competitive, once in, you only have to complete a four year practical program before you’re fully eligible for the space program.”

“Really?” He used his thumb to flip through the brochure, getting more excited as he read the outline of the program. However, once he reached the admission requirements section, his excitement suddenly deflated. “What makes you think I can get in?”

“Daniel, if you maintain what you have right now, your grades will be good enough for the requirements. Also, I’d be more than happy to write that letter of reference for you,” he smiled warmly.

His teacher’s sincerity caught him by surprise. “Oh, uh...thanks Mr. Lancer.”

“Anytime. Now, I think there’s an email at the back to contact if you have any questions. I won’t steal anymore of your precious studying time.”

Right when Danny’s foot was out the door, Lancer spoke up again, “Actually, there’s one more thing I mean to ask. Is your arm okay?”

His question stopped Danny right in his tracks. “What do you m-mean?” he nervously asked, voice cracking.

“Well, I can’t help but notice how you’re holding your arm there,” he commented.

“I…” Danny’s brain frantically searched for an excuse. 

Lancer frowned at his hesitation. 

“It’s...it’s a temporary tattoo,” he blurted.

“Pardon?”

“Y-you know those stick-on tattoos you have to press down for like a minute? I-yeah,” Danny improvised.

Lancer blinked. He did not expect that reply at all from the boy. Though, it did make sense. “Ah, very well. See you later Daniel. Good luck on your finals.”

Danny uttered out a goodbye before he all but ran to the bathroom to check his arm.

~

Danny jumped when he felt someone poking him. Turning around, he realized it was only Sam.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“About what happened yesterday, I think you need this.” She thrusted a big first-aid kit in his arms. “We really shouldn’t resort to using my pads anymore,” she chuckled.

“But, I already have one at home though?”

“Yeah, but I think we need one here. Just keep it in your locker, okay?”

“Uh…” He suddenly thought of Wes. Would he even stoop that low to use this as evidence? Probably. Danny sighed, he better not mess with it. This kit looked pretty expensive…

“Sam, you didn’t have to go and buy this.”

“It’s no big deal. I wanted to.”

“Bu—”

“Danny, I don’t have time for this. Stop being stubborn and just take it,” she insisted.

“Fine.” He unhappily grabbed the first-aid kit. “One day I’m paying you back for everything.”

“You honestly don’t have to. Anyways, gotta go!” she blurted before hurrying to her English exam. Two seconds later, the bell rang.

Shit, their English exam! He quickly dumped the kit at the bottom of his locker and ran after her. Hopefully Wes wouldn’t make too big of a deal out of the kit.

~~

Danny turned the corner of the hall and halted in his step when he saw Wes at their locker. Nope, he wasn’t dealing with him today. There was way too much on his mind with the start of the new semester. Calculus was already proving to be the bane of his existence.

He was about to turn around but had to do a double take when he noticed Paulina was there too. Talking to Wes. Weird.

He was too far to hear what they were saying, but Danny’s former crush seemed to be really excited for some reason. Wes then pulled an envelope from his pocket and handed it to her. Danny swore he saw Paulina discreetly slip a wad of cash into his other hand before accepting the envelope.

What the heck. What could Wes possibly have that Paulina would pay that kind of money for? You know what, he wasn’t even gonna ask. He needs to start heading to chemistry. Wes could be selling drugs for all he knows; he doesn’t care. 

~

Seeing Wes that morning almost completely slipped from Danny’s mind until he approached his locker after school, this time with a backpack full of textbooks from his new classes. 

He instantly spotted a yellow sticky note on the door which read “MEET ME @ BACK FIELD - DASH” in a hastily scrawled blocky script.

The two most popular kids at Casper High both reached out to Wes today. That doesn’t just happen to anyone, especially someone like Wes. Danny couldn’t help but feel a little curious. 

Selling drugs seems a little too out-of-character for him. He’s the type of person to expose the school’s drug dealers instead of being one himself. What else could he be selling then? Test answers? No, the semester just started. 

As Danny placed his books on the top shelf, he paused when he noticed a small envelope in the very back. Squinting a bit, he saw that it had “Dash” written on it in tiny letters. Upon grabbing it, it felt like it contained something like cardstock. 

Wait. After flipping it, he realized the envelope wasn’t sealed up. And he caught the slight shine of photos peeking from inside.

Last time he heard, neither Dash nor Paulina were interested in photography...

Before he could even act on his now burning curiosity, an all too familiar voice startled him, causing him to drop the envelope in his hands. Its contents spilled all over the floor.

“Fenton, what are you doing?!” screamed Wes before stomping over to him.

“I…” Danny’s reply was lost to him when he stared in bewilderment at the photos lying on the floor. They all...they were of him. Specifically, him during a fight with Ember last week. What shocked him even more was their quality. There was one where he was kneeling, smirking almost directly at the camera while both of his hands held bright green ectoenergy, casting his face in an eerie yet alluring glow.

“You’ve been selling pictures of me??”

“What the hell Fenton? These are supposed to be for Dash!” Wes yelled angrily before crouching, carefully putting back the photos in the envelope.

“Did you not hear me? Wh—how long have you been doing this?”

“None of your business. The photos are mine, I can do what I want with them,” Wes arrogantly asserted.

Danny couldn’t even fathom the audacity of this guy. He knew Wes sometimes stalked him while he was out as Phantom. Sometimes he annoyingly distracted him with the flash of his camera. However, over time he’d realized there was really no harm to it, as long as Wes stayed out of the way. He only seemed to use the footage for his so-called “evidence”. Rather than wasting his energy getting him to leave, Danny understood that there were bigger things he should be focusing on. 

This was just crossing a line though. Danny usually doesn’t mind people making money off of his ghost half. In fact, he himself is probably the one who buys most of the unlicensed Phantom merch at Amity’s souvenir shops. But something about seeing Wes doing it too infuriated him to no end.

Instantly, Danny lunged at him to grab the envelope. Unfortunately, Wes reflexively sidestepped out of the way, and held it behind his back like a basketball a defender was trying to steal. Danny fumed, “Wes, you didn’t even bother to ask to take them! Give them back!” 

Wes kept nothing more than an irritated expression on his face as he continued to hold back the envelope.

Just before Danny was about to take another leap at the red-haired creep, he suddenly heard Dash’s voice from behind.

“Hey Fenturd, get outta the way. I need to talk to Weasel for a sec.”

Danny snapped his head around to see the school’s quarterback standing there impatiently. Fortunately, because of his growth spurt a year or so back, Dash no longer towered over him. Also, around that time, the bully has gradually moved on to harassing the smaller newer kids at Casper. Dash really wasn’t a problem at all for Danny anymore, though he still couldn’t help feeling at edge around him after all this time. He unconsciously took a few steps away from him.

Meanwhile, Wes scowled at his nickname. “Hey, don’t call me that. Otherwise the deal’s off,” he stated in an annoyed tone.

Dash huffed, “Fine.” He pulled out a fifty from his letterman jacket and handed it to Wes, who freely gave the envelope in exchange.

“Those demos I showed you last week plus a few extras are all in there,” Wes said while he sifted through the envelope.

“Looks good,” Dash commented, unable to keep the giddy smile from appearing on his face. He genuinely thanked Wes before slipping the photos into his pocket and leaving.

After a moment, Wes sneered, “Fenton, I’ll stop when you reveal yourself to everyone. Besides, why the heck should Danny Fenton be concerned about me selling photos I took of Danny Phantom without his consent?”

Danny’s glare only hardened as he watched Wes walk off.