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You know another thing that's so aggravating about how Waldron talks about Stephan Strange is knowing that this is coming from the same guy who created Mobius. "Oh, isn't Stephan so bad for thinking he knows best and scarfing Tony?" Coming from a guy who wants the audience to like a fascist and see him as ultimately a good guy because he thought he had a good reason for fascism.
Like it's totally A-OK for characters do these horrendous things so long as they're permitted by the system, but the second a character steps outside the system even if their actions are no worse if not even not as bad, only then does the character start being wrong
Maybe that's why Feige likes Mikey so much, he's as pro-status quo as they are. No wonder he included Captain Carter in the Illuminati, if he thinks they're the good guys, he must love her and despise Steve.
If I'm being honest with you, I think Waldron doesn't like heroes and he resents them for some reason. The underlying message of MoM is inherently anti heroes and the framing in the Loki series has the villains being justified in their actions (and they never have their ideology challenged) whereas the only character who acts like a hero is tortured and humiliated until he falls on his knees and begs for mercy.
Mobius was just "following orders" and his actions must be forgiven but Stephen must be made accountable for what Thanos did. Loki is told to take responsibility for what a variant of his had done (he didn't do it, but that's another story) and Stephen is called the greatest threat in the multiverse for something a variant of his had done (when the real villains there had been the Illuminati and sure as hell NOT 838 Stephen. In fact, he was a freaking hero in that universe). Neither the TVA agents nor the Illuminati are ever questioned, they're given absolute narrative protection and the person who actively fights against them (Loki, Stephen and Wanda) are said to be the real villains.
I just... sometimes I don't understand what Marvel is trying to do here. Superhero movies can challenge their heroes, I'm all for that, but isn't the point of these films to show the goodness, righteousness and kindness of these heroes as ideals to live by? Just like the SpiderVerse did with that whole "anyone can be a Spider-Man", that's the whole point of superhero movies. But when it comes to the MCU and its framing it just... it blows my mind. They're not telling the audience the heroes are the ones to follow and admire (and recently, every time there's a speech about goodness it's shown as naive or immature, like that scene of Talos with G'iah in the park), sometimes it seems like they're giving us these heroes and they're telling us "they know little of how the world works so pay them no mind. Oh, and also, the bad guys are good inside, go root for them".
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Happy Valentine's Day / Singles Awareness Day, everyone!
Below/Under the cut is some Turtle boyz headcanons for their first Valentine's with their S/O bc everyone is gonna want 'em! Their S/O is you/a gender neutral reader!
Incarnations: 2012/2k12, Rise/Rise of the TMNT
Warnings: Cursing (bc I swear like a sailor and thus I will let the boys say(?) fuck as well.)
Other things: All of the TMNT boys are around the same age as reader, while not specifically any age, this is assuming everyone is in the same-ish age range.
Also, there's no specific part of either show these take place in, but it does have some mentions of season 1 places and things for both.
Cool? Cool.
2012:
Leo:
Leo is such a cheesy ass dork. We know this. So it's not shocking that he has the day planned for you.
He has everything planned a few days before in advance, in fact.
Leo 100% stole from a flower cart while nobody was looking the night before V-day, and then dropped some money off to "pay" for it.
Look he's trying OK? There's only so much he can do as a mutant turtle. That just goes to show how much he loves you if anything.
Knowing the Leader's luck, they probably wilted a little bit RIP (please tell him you love the flowers)
Somehow Lee convinced Don to borrow the Shellraiser to drive you out far enough from NYC to do a stargazing date.
He loves space, he loves you, it's a perfect date!
"I love you, my comet."
Raph:
You'd think not in a MILLION years would Raph be into Valentine's Day.
...I mean, you'd be half right???
Look, in front of his brothers and acquaintance, he would just call it Single's awareness day and call it all overpriced fucking nonsense.
But then he manages to get you both alone in either his room or yours, and then it all melts away, albeit with hesitance.
He takes out a little stuffed animal he managed to knit together for you, the stuffed animal being either your favorite animal, or a teddy bear. It's red for obvious reasons.
Raph's spontaneous date for Valentine's is honestly just saying "fuck it" and relaxing with you. Whether that's watching something on TV, or reading something side by side.
But if you have something else in mind, he'll happily do it. He just asks that whatever date, and the stuffed animal in turn, is your guys little secret.
"...Love ya, doll."
Donnie:
If the eldest brother was cheesy, Donnie is the goddamn king of sappy. We love that for him though.
Hon, he was on top of doing something for Valentine's since midnight rolled into Febuary.
First off, no duh he built you a little mechanical trinket. That part is obvious.
But Donnie also managed to talk to Murakami-san and set up a little after hours dinner date just for the two of you.
Everyone say "Thank you Mr. Murakami."
Poor thing is so nervous the entire day though, even after y'alls date, baby boy n o-
Please reassure him you loved everything he did and give him validation.
"You know I love you... Right, my sweet?"
Mikey:
He's nearly bouncing off the walls from excitement today.
He didn't plan anything in particular, but he's so excited to stay by you the entire day.
Somehow managed to make chocolate for you? Ho w did he even get the ingredients to make it??? The world may never know.
It's either really good, or you have to make an excuse to save them for later and toss them when you get home.
There is absolutely no in-between when it comes to this boy. I mean, it's the thought that counts I guess?
No matter what, Mikey takes you to a skate park for a date, just to show off.
If you can skate, you can skate with him! If not, he'll show off his moves even more to you!!!
"Man, I love you so much, baby cakes!"
Rise:
Leo:
Someone help our boy in blue, he's SUCH a trainwreck.
Our usual suave faceman has left the building, folks. He is so nervous about Valentine's with his partner, and he always wants to so earnestly do a good job.
Leo is going the whole nine yards when it comes to you, we're talking roses and chocolates when he comes knocking, dinner date at Run of the Mill pizza, probably busts out the suit, all of it.
He probably forgot that, maybe a pizzeria and suit is a bad combo, but leave him alone he's fucking tryin g-
Let's be honest with ourselves... He probably tripped a couple dozen times just GETTING to the Pizzeria with you, so he's more then likely got his suit all dirty in some fashion </3
Also, Señor Hueso 1 0 0 % shits on Leo the whole time, and if you weren't dating him and thus feeling bad for Lee, you'd laugh your ass off at Hueso's snark to the now dying inside turtle.
After that dinner, please build him back up, he'd be over the moon knowing he didn't completely screw up Valentine's.
"Thanks, babe. I love you so much."
Raph:
You'd think his nervous stink would be starting up... But surprisingly, no, he's actually feeling really chill.
He just wants to hang out with you all day, and if you have any plans, he'll happily go with but otherwise??? He didn't plan anything particular.
Now that is NOT to say he doesn't care, hell no. He just really wants to chill with you and vibe and have a lazy day.
And knowing how momma hen he normally is? Yeah that honestly WOULD count as a date for him to just not worry about a thing besides hanging out with you.
He probably does make you a little something though. He's not as arts and crafty like Mike is, but he probably can make you a little stuffed animal or, at worst, a tiny card.
Big guy honestly wants to spoon you and/or cuddle all day and not have to move a muscle aside from that. That's his own version of heaven.
And honestly? No giant teddy bear compares to the one Raph is on Valentine's.
"Just know that I love you, honey."
Donnie:
Now this is the boy you'd assume would be the chill one, swapping any sort of nervousness with Raph, but FUCK no.
Don is, much like his twin, is running around like a chicken without it's head on Valentine's.
Normally he was never this so hyper aware of the February holiday, but then you entered his heart, and that dismissiveness went FLYING out the goddamn window like a rocket on one of his inventions gone awry.
But eventually once everything is planned out and ready, he leads you into all the dramatic flair that is so incredibly Donnie, that it's no surprise how utterly romantic it is.
You adore it all, maybe even lightly teasing, and it's enough to take all of Donnie's stress away, and just... Enjoy the night.
Like the chaotic but corny nerd he is, our boy in purple legit MADE fireworks just to set off for you to watch with him. (And if you're sensitive to them, he just made a little robot with sparklers.)
If you're not, let's hope your date isn't in the middle of NYC, or there are gonna be fucking COMPLAINTS about them fireworks oof-
"I adore you, my love. My everything."
Mikey:
OH THIS SWEETHEART
He made the BEST chocolates just for you, no cap. Nobody except you can have them.
All three brothers whined about it for the rest of the month TBH that Mikey didn't at least ask them to sample the test chocolates.
Mikey argues back though that they can suck it up bc the bae comes first, always. <3
Besides the chocolates, Mikey didn't plan much of anything for Valentine's day. He just wanted to eat chocolate and vibe.
If you have a date idea or date planned though, he is going to ASCEND.
Doesn't matter if your only date idea was watching a movie, if it's any sort of date idea, he just,,, full of love,,,
"Have I told you how much I love you, sweetie-pie?"
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can you write hcs for Mikey, Draken, Baji and Kazutora being secret admirers, please?
Headcanons: Baji, Kazutora, Mikey & Draken as Secret Admirers.
- Baji writes you letters.
- The writing on the letters is terrible, filled with mistakes but he makes it up for it with the little hearts he draws on the edges of the papers.
- His letters can vary from bad poetry he wrote himself all the way to literal Shakespeare quotes he found on the internet or the old book you always borrow from the library.
- Baji would send you a love letters through Chifuyu, making it quite obvious that he is the one who has a secret crush on you.
- He tries his best to be discrete but he fails miserably.
- Baji would always get paranoid that you would take it to the police and check for fingerprints and that is how you would find out who was writing the letters for you.
- He spends hours at a time staring at the paper, not knowing how to put his feelings into words because he just likes you so fucking much that he can't express himself.
- He would give you his favorite scrunchie as a present.
- He would pay someone to find out what are your favorite flowers so he can take a few of them for you.
- Eventually, he decided enough was enough and it was time to tell you who he really is.
- With trembling hands he touches your shoulder and watches as you turn around, he is completely shocked by how someone can be so beautiful at 7am.
- He tries to act like a bad boy, elbow resting on your locker as he crosses his legs.
- "Whats up." He asks and you laugh, a heartfelt laughter.
- "So you finally decided to grow a pair huh?" Your friend asks and you hit them with your elbow.
- "You knew it was me?" He asks and you can notice as his cheeks turn bright red.
- "Yeah." You reply, looking down at your feet. "Would you take me for a ride on your bike?" You ask, growing the courage neither of you seemed to had. He flashes you his best smile before nodding quickly, pulling your hand towards the parking lot.
- "It's a date!" He screams in excitement.
- Kazutora practiced what he wanted to say to you in front of the mirror for at least thirty minutes in the morning before seeing you on your way to school.
- In the end, he chicken out and decided that, instead of saying it in person, he would leave behind little hints of who he is and how much he adores you.
- He leaves little drawings of you on your desk. They are mesmerizing and you think it is so thoughtful that somebody is actually taking the time to draw you.
- He will also leave behind little notes with things he wish he had the courage to say to you.
- Kazu is a very good baker, so every now and again he will leave homemade cookies on your desk in the hopes that you will eat them all and find the secret message underneath.
- They were always the most delicious snack you have ever had in your entire life.
- He overhears you talking to your friends all the time about how happy you are and how thoughtful it is that someone is leaving these little presents behind for you.
- So he decided it was time to come out and tell you it was him.
- Not only because he desperately wanted to be your boyfriend but because he overheard someone else saying they would take the credit and ask you out on a date.
- And his little jealous self couldn't have that.
- So one day, when you are walking home by yourself, he comes rushing towards you, hands on the back of his head as if he wants nothing to do with this, when in fact he is freaking out.
- "Did you come to tell me you are the one leaving behind presents for me?" You ask, a smug smirk stamped on your lips and he blushes deeply, the darkest shade of red you can possibly imagine.
- "Yes. I really like you." He says and you plant your lips on his cheek, leaving a small mark behind.
- "I really like you too. Would you like to walk me home?" You ask, reaching out for his hand before taking it on yours and he smiles so brightly that it could light up the entire town.
- "I would fucking love to." He replies, taking your bag for you and putting it on his back.
- You've had a crush on Mikey for the longest time but you never had the chance to actually tell him how you feel. And the exact same goes to him.
- Mikey isn't one to cower before a challenge but the idea of confessing his feelings to you was enough to scare him to the fucking bone.
- So he would write song lyrics for you.
- About how pretty you are, how much he wants to be your boyfriend and how much he wishes he could tell you who he is.
- He would make playlist for you under a fake name. "Y/N's #1 Fan"
- Mikey is good at expressing how he feels through music so he always leaves behind the lyrics of the songs he wrote for you in the hopes that you would like it.
- "You are the most beautiful piece of poetry I have ever laid eyes on." or "Not being your boyfriend is the worst punishment I could have ever faced."
- Some corny bullshit like that.
- He would write it over and over again until it was perfect and even then he would rewrite it once more just to be sure it's as good as it can get because you deserve the best.
- One day when you were leaving class, you heard a quiet voice humming while playing the guitar and the melody was strangely familiar to one of the songs you had gotten from your secret admirer.
- You stare at the blonde boy, who plays as if nobody could heard him.
- He pours his heart out and the words are exactly the same to those of the songs you have received.
- "Mikey?" You ask and the boy turns around quickly, startled by your presence. "You're my secret admirer?"
- "Shit, I thought you had already gone home." He says, putting his guitar away. "Yeah, I am."
- You couldn't be happier so you wrap your arms around him, nearly dropping the two of you down the steps.
- "Thank you for the songs." You say, "I loved them all." You say and before he even has time to blush, you seal your lips together.
- Draken is not very good with words so he expresses his feelings for you through knitting.
- He will knit you gloves, scarfs, sweaters, anything you can imagine he has knitted for you.
- And with every piece of clothing, he stitches a secret pattern that eventually would lead up to a complete message.
- The message being: I like you.
- It took you nearly two weeks to notice the hidden letters and, even then, it was Hina who pointed it out that there was something spelled out when you put the whole outfit together.
- Now that you figured that out the next step would be finding out who was leaving you all these nice gifts behind and if you like them back.
- Draken had never spoken to you before so it came as a shock when you found the ball of yarn that fell from his bag and you were in denial, there was no way it could be him.
- Until the day you caught him trying to sneak you a present.
- "Are you my secret admirer?" You ask and you notice as he blushes, scratching the back of his neck.
- "That depends if you like me back." He says, looking at the floor while you could hear Mikey and other boys cheering him on in the background
- He flips them off while giving you a crocked smile.
- "I happen to like you back." You say and his entire face lights up.
- He picks you up and spins you around as if you weighed nothing.
- "So what did you make me now?" You ask and he pulls a pair of matching ear mufflers for the two of you.
- "Did you like my presents?" He asks, shyly hoping for your approval and you nod.
- "They were perfect."
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Hiii. Hope you're doing great! Ok so this might sound wierd but what if toman had a friend who sleeps around to get information for them but they don't know about how she does it until emma spills the tea.
𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘.
(tenjiku version)
genre: hurt/comfort, fluffy ending
word count: 1.8k
warnings: implied underaged sex, toman has platonic relationship with y/n except baji who’s crushing on her
author’s note: i actually got so into writing this request, it’s legit the longest thing i’ve ever written. thank you for sending it in!
“you can take a shower here, you know?” he suggests, sliding out from the covers and walking over to your figure by the door. his arms wrap around you, his head nestles into your shoulder. “or…we could have a little more fun, then take a shower together?”
“i’ll happily climb back into bed if you’ve got any more intel.” you remind, patting him to let you go. he heaves a dramatic sigh, muttering something along the lines of you being no fun. you give his room a final once over, making sure none of your belongings have been left behind, before you leave.
you’d been conducting “business” like this for a while now; sleeping with members of gangs enemy to toman, in exchange for valuable information. while you weren’t an official member, you were close with mikey and draken, and a good number of the captains and vice captains of each division. you couldn’t fight, but wanted to help the boys however you could. and this was the only solution you could come up with.
save for emma, who’d caught you walking home with a rival gang member and demanded an explanation, nobody knew how you got your information. mikey had questioned it once, but with a quick wave of your hand and a smile, you’d managed to dodge the question.
the cold night air still pricks your skin, despite the fact that you were wearing an oversized black jacket — gifted to you by your most recent customer. you think it would help if you stopped at a convenience store on the way home. with some food to distract you, the cold might not be so bad.
it’s relatively close by; a content sigh leaves your lips as you’re enveloped by the warmth of the building. you take yourself to the snacks aisle, humming softly as you wonder what to get. once you make your decision, you stand on the tips of your toes to get the chocolate bar on the top shelf. that’s when you feel two hands start tickling your hips. you jolt away from the touch, giving up on reaching the chocolate to face the mystery individual.
“did i scare you? didn’t mean to, y/n.” the individual turns out to be takashi mitsuya. he reaches up himself to get your desired snack, handing it to you once he’s got it. you thank him, quietly, to which he smiles.
“what’re you doing out so late? did your mother kick you out again?” he asks, picking out a bunch of snacks as he waits for your reply.
“no,” you say, coupling your answer up with the shake of your head. “i’m just out and about tonight.” he acknowledges your answer with a soft hum of understanding.
“well, wanna come back to mine? the house is empty tonight — parents are working and my sisters are at a sleepover. some of the guys are there too, as well as emma.”
you gladly accept his offer, knowing there would be nothing better to do at home. mitsuya pays for the stupid amount of snacks he purchased, as well as your own. the ones he got were all requested by the boys. parked outside is mitsuya’s ride. he instructs you to hold on tight before speeding off towards his place.
the guys; mikey, draken, hakkai, baji and chifuyu, as well as emma are in the middle of playing cards when you arrive. quick greetings are thrown about before you join in the circle, between baji and emma. mitsuya berates them for continuing the game without him, but ultimately gets over it quickly when they start again, to accommodate both you and him.
now feeling warm, you choose to remove your jacket, placing it down on your lap when you do. emma’s attention is drawn away from the game to you; she raises an eyebrow in question.
“that’s a guy’s jacket, right?” everyone stops playing at the mention of a guy. you narrow your eyes at emma, who does nothing, unfazed.
“yeah, a friend of mine gave it to me.”
“what friend?” baji drops his cards down on the table, now curious about you, and the jacket. hakkai, who’s beside him, doesn’t hesitate to take a peek at his cards.
“does it matter?” you sigh, silently cursing emma for bringing up the topic in the first place.
having found out about what you do recently, emma had yet to wrap her head around it. she’d advised you to stop; the guys, and the rest of toman wouldn’t like what you were doing. you’d (obviously) brushed off her words and continued, which apparently wasn’t going to fly with her.
“it only makes us more curious if you don’t say who.” draken points out. frustration slowly starts to build up.
“none of you even know him. he’s no one.” emma touches your thigh, resulting in you looking at her again. you know what she wants you to do, now that she’s created the opportunity, but you don’t want to. you knew emma was right; nobody would like what you were doing, but it was the only way you could help out.
“they’ll find out eventually.”
“they won’t if you zip it.” you hiss back.
“find out what? y/n, what’s going on?” you glance at mitsuya, who’s sat across the circle. his concern is slowly becoming more and more obvious on his face.
emma and yourself remain silent. she gestures for you to spit it out, but you remain tight lipped. a staring contest ensues between you, neither one of you willing to back down from what you want. she eventually looks away, making her the loser.
“she’s been sleeping with members of other gangs. that’s how she knows secret stuff about our rivals.”
but, emma does what she wants anyway.
a heavy silence befalls the room. you refuse to meet the eyes of any of your friends, favouring casting your gaze downwards to your lap. not looking at all of them doesn’t make it any difference; you can feel the heat that comes with their darkened stares.
chifuyu speaks up first, “is that supposed to be a joke?”
his question sets off mikey, who talks next. “does it sound like one? y/n, what the hell is that about?!” his voice remains even, but he sounds beyond pissed. you take your bottom lip between your teeth, gnawing at it gently.
“why would you do that?” chifuyu continues.
“what’s the problem?” you snap, looking around the room to glare back at all the angry expressions. “i’m helping you guys! if anything, you should be thanking me!”
“what are you, an idiot? you—”
“mikey.” draken places a firm hand on his captain’s shoulder, effectively stopping him from going off. “that’s enough.”
“but she’s-”
“i know.” he too, sounds mad. your frustration starts boiling over, resulting in tears welling up. mitsuya’s jaw slackens immediately, his pissed expression returns to his previous concern.
“y/n…”
“no, shut up.” you hastily scramble to your feet, jacket in hand. you go out of the living room, into the hall, where you’d left your bag. when you get to the front door, you hear a faint, “i’ve got her.” before somebody follows after you.
baji catches your hand, just before you can get too far. without a word, he takes you back to the house, and sits you down on the steps outside. still trying to hold it together, you chew on your lip harder. his hand comes to the back of your head, and you’re made to lay on his chest. it’s a green light for you to just let it out already. you cling to him tightly as you sob, hard enough that you’re shaking. baji stares off ahead, knowing you’d be embarrassed if he watched your breakdown.
it’s over soon, your violent sobs become quiet sniffs and hiccups. when you’re calm enough to talk, you let him go, wiping your face with the sleeves of your top.
“so, you couldn’t trust your best friend enough to tell him?” there’s no evidence in his tone that suggests he’s accusing you. actually, he looks so calm that nobody would believe that minutes ago, he too had been looking at you with such a dark expression.
“you’d kill me, baji.” you say. baji huffs, clearly not satisfied with your answer. although, you’re sure any answer you gave would be dissatisfactory.
“yeah? then how are you still breathing?” you roll your eyes at that.
“you all just don’t get it. i can’t fight alongside you, i’m useless at that. so this is the least i can do! i’m trying to help you.”
baji remains quiet for a bit, as if trying to come up with the right thing to say.
“you’re such an idiot.” and if that had been his plan, he’d failed miserably. you nudge him, hard. “you are.” he insists. “y/n, you’re the biggest idiot i’ve ever known.”
tired of being insulted, you open your mouth, ready to fire something back at him. baji doesn’t give you the chance to; shifting closer, he leans his forehead against yours, taking away any thoughts or desires to say anything nasty. your eyes flicker up to meet his.
“you’re the one who doesn’t get it. we all got mad because we care. it’s shit, knowing that you were using your body like that just for us. we didn’t even realise.”
“baji, i—”
“i’m talking, you’re listening.” he interrupts. “helpful or not — which you are, even if you don’t have any information to give us, we’d rather you be safe than anything else. you’re fucking family, y/n. and we all love you, just like a real family would.”
you appreciate the effort he’s making at being serious, but it’s hard not to smile when you catch his eyes lingering on your lips. you lick them, slowly, and his eyes flicker back to yours.
“are you sure that’s all you see me as?” you tease, smile growing wider when the tips of his ears turn red.
“why’re you asking me?” he grumbles, leaning away from you. “i’ll answer that another time, alright?” you nod, basking in the warmth that spreads across your body when he presses a quick kiss to your head. “let’s go back in.”
once in the living room, you can’t even begin to think up anything to say to any of them before you’re tackled into a hug by mikey. you stiffen, but eventually relax into his touch.
“i’m sorry,” you say, offering him a smile. “i didn’t think about how you’d feel about me doing all that.”
mikey pets the top of your head, returning your smile.
“the same goes for me. i didn’t mean to get angry.”
you take turns hugging the rest of your friends, excluding hakkai, who completely avoids your gaze. (mitsuya translates that he’s happy you’re okay).
as per your request, another round of cards is started up. you know there’s no way any of the boys were even close to being done talking about what you’ve been doing behind their backs. but still, as difficult as the conversation will be, you figure it won’t be a total mess; you do have pretty sweet friends.
“you fucking bastard, stop looking at my goddamn cards!”
the sweetest friends.
[here’s my masterlist] !
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OVERHEARING SOMEONE TALK ABOUT THEIR S/O
characters ♡ baji, mikey & mitsuya
tw ♡ insults (in reference to the reader), violence & robbery
KEISUKE BAJI
♡ baji never mentioned that he was dating you to anyone in toman
♡ in fact, he hoped that none of them even knew about your existence, because that would only lead to trouble; and he was correct
♡ he was simply taking a puff on his stationary motorcycle, when members of the division started to filter into the parking lot that he was currently trying to relax in
♡ usually he’d try to ward off strangers so he could enjoy his time alone but he knew these guys from toman, so he allowed them to stay as long as they’d keep their voices down and not bother him
♡ most of his attention was on his own thoughts, but it was immediately redirected when he heard your name brought up in their conversation
♡ only your last name, so he wasn’t even certain whether they were talking about you, but still his interest was piqued
♡ “they are on shift friday night, the only one left at eleven,” one of the guys explained, gesturing to his bat with a wicked smirk, “we’ll break in then. i’ll drive getaway.”
♡ “what if they call someone? shouldn’t we wait until they’ve left?” another suggested but was quickly corrected.
♡ “once they lock up the security system activates and it’ll be impossible to get in without alerting the cops. so we may as well bust in, handle them, and then steal the bikes.”
♡ baji cringed, since he was certain that they were talking about you —since you happen to work at a motorcycle shop on friday nights — he hated to think about what they meant by ‘handle’.
♡ “now stop askin’ stupid questions.” the same guy scoffed, twirling around his bat, “i used to work there, idiot, obviously i know what i’m doing.”
♡ the group of six all laughed at the one poor guy who asked the question, and baji did too
♡ he laughed at the irony behind how they were calling each other idiots, when they were all the ones talking about auto theft in broad daylight, and discussing doing unspeakable things to a person, when their boyfriend was standing in ear-shot with a bat and a motorcycle ready
♡ he did give them the benefit of the doubt in the latter aspect though; how were they supposed to know that y’all were dating when you are never seen spending time with each other?
♡ baji suddenly felt bad; it dawned on him that perhaps he had been neglecting your relationship as of recently. of course, it wasn’t with poor intention, in fact he thought he was taking the moral course of action by avoiding a situation where you are harmed because of his ties with toman
♡ however, being in a gang was no excuse to be a bad boyfriend, he figured
♡ for now, the least he could do was take care of these guys to save you the trouble
♡ but perhaps that wasn’t his brightest idea, he realised as he stood amongst the dejected bodies scattered across the ground, “i know you are all alive, so consider this a warning.” baji chuckled at the grunt one produced as he kicked him aside to head back over to his motorcycle
♡ before he left the area, obviously he stole all the cash he could from those guys, which gave him enough to buy the thing he had been eyeing for you
♡ though it took him a while to get his hands on it, it left him with the perfect opportunity to give it to you
♡ “oi, open up!” baji hollered as he pounded on your door; if baji wasn’t such a bruiser, you would’ve thought he was dying
♡ “what!?” you hissed, throwing the door open to reveal your frantic state.
♡ you were half angry at how loud he was being, and the other half at how he has been ignoring you for the past two weeks and finally decides to show up just as you were about to leave for work, in fact, you were running late for your night shift
♡ “no need to rush.” baji said, an odd sense of sincerity in his voice as he motioned for you to stop putting your shoes on, “you’re not going to work today.”
♡ you simply laughed, ignoring him and gathering your stuff to leave, “and why is that?”
♡ “well,” baji started, rubbing his chin for effect, “these guys from toman plan on robbing the place tonight. i did give them a warning, but they might still do it. and you know i just want you to be safe.” he said with a mischievous grin, as you both knew there was no way your shop was getting robbed tonight, unless the dudes wanted to try it with both arms broken
♡ “so did you just come here to tell me that, or is there something else?” although you tried to hide it, baji could tell by your subtle flustered expression that you were thankful
♡ “i found this.” he lied, cupping your hand to lift it and drop in a gold bracelet, “one of the guys had it on him.”
♡ you gasped, taking the bracelet to examine the fine details, and noticed how it had a small crystal heart attached, “yeah, i’m sure a member of toman just so happened to be wearing a charm bracelet.”
♡ “i never said he was wearing it!” baji spat, swiftly snatching it from your hand and holding it above his head, “i can pawn it if you don’t want it.”
♡ “i like it, though!” you said, reaching up for it, only for him to grab your wrist and put it on you
♡ “then forgive me for not hanging with you.” he muttered, angrily clipping the bracelet through furrowed brows, while you leaned in to plant a kiss on his forehead
♡ “it’s fine. i forgive you.” you couldn’t help but snicker at his word choice of ‘hanging out’, which resulted in you getting a swift flick to the forehead
♡ but before you could whine, he quickly followed it up with a kiss <33
MIKEY
♡ one day he was visiting mizo to find takemichi and he happened to walk passed a group of guys talking about how one of them planned on asking out a person from a different school
♡ at first he didn’t pay much attention since it was none of his business after all, until he heard that the person’s name and description just so happened to match yours
♡ so like any good boyfriend would, he halted and told draken to grab takemichi while he listened in
♡ as he gained more insight into the situation, he learned that the person happened to go to the same academy as you and had the same bus schedule too
♡ it didn’t take a genius to figure out that the person they were talking about was you
♡ as it turns out, the guy who planned on asking you out had your bus times memorised so if he was able to run fast enough, he would be able to reach your stop before you got on the bus, which is when he will ask you out
♡ or at least, that is what he hoped would happen if everything went smoothly and there was no unexpected interference from a group of delinquents
♡ mikey had many options on how to deal with this situation
♡ he could ask you to take a different bus, he could do nothing (because he trusted that you’d reject the guy either way) or he could beat them up right now to save himself the hassle later
♡ however, he decided to go with a more peaceful approach
♡ he continued eaves-dropping until everyone besides the lover boy had left, so he could have an amicable one-on-one conversation with him — definitely no threats involved — and advise the guy to stay in his fucking lane and never go near you ever again, kindly.
♡ when the day of the proposal arrived, mikey paid you a surprise visit after school and offered to walk you to the bus-stop; not because he was afraid that the dude might confess, but rather since he had booked you both tickets to the movies!
♡ but once you both arrive at the stop, you were greeted by the guy standing there holding a measly bouquet of flowers, looking quite taken back by the fact you were with someone else; even though mikey had done him the courtesy of explicitly telling him to back off
♡ though he must’ve not got message despite the hand-holding, and he obviously didn’t recognise mikey, otherwise he probably wouldn’t have continued to confess, albeit with quivering limbs and a black eye
♡ but before he could even stutter out a greeting, mikey hissed at him, “what the are you doing?” yet the guy only replied with a shrug
♡ upon observing the interaction, your eyes widen as you turned to look at mikey, “do you know him?”
♡ “never seen him before in my life, dear.” he smiled sweetly, but it was ineffective; you already knew he was lying as soon as he called you ‘dear’.
♡ “(y/n)!” the guy yelled, trying to catch your attention, but only shaking even more as your gaze fell on him, “i was going to ask you, if—”
♡ mikey let out an exaggerated yawn, widely outstretching his arms to distract both of you, “this has been fun, but we’re running late for the movie.”
♡ “but i’m not fin—” the poor boy was once again interrupted by mikey waving him goodbye, grabbing your hand and swiftly guiding you around him, back on the route to the cinema
♡ before he even got the chance to cry another plea, you had both already disappeared around the corner
♡ once mikey had dragged you both far enough away from the bus-stop, you began your interrogation, “seriously, who was that? and what was he trying to say? did you give him the black eye?” you had to stop to take a deep breath, “also, you said the movie would start in the evening!”
♡ mikey brought your hand up —which he had a tight grip on — and kissed the back of it gently, “my bad,” he chuckled slightly, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, “i forgot to mention him. i met him a few days ago and he was planning to ask you out so i politely informed him that you were taken.”
♡ “for some reason, i don’t believe that last part.”
♡ he snickered, “and yeah, the movie starts in the evening so we’re not running late. but he wasn’t taking the hint!” he whined while clinging to your arm, as if you were going to run away from him at any second, “forgive me?”
♡ “sure, whatever.” you sighed, rolling your eyes as you watched his expression light up, “but next time, mind your own business! i could’ve just said no, instead of you beating him up, or whatever you did.”
♡ “noted.”
MITSUYA TAKASHI
♡ during his time as the second division leader of toman, he’s overheard all kinds of stuff that he probably wasn’t supposed to; awkward small talk, plans to commit felonies, deep conversations, weed brownie recipes, discussions about health issues — the list goes on forever!
♡ however, one topic he has never heard any one ever have the audacity to speak about (within a ten mile radius of him), is you. even though, your relationship was public to toman.
♡ your name was often kept out of people’s mouth since you rarely interacted with any of the gang members when you visited, hence they didn’t really have anything bad (or good) to say about you. none of them knew you besides the title ‘boss’ partner’.
♡ so, that’s why mitsuya had to do a double take when he heard someone in his division mutter to the guy beside him, “why does his friend keep visitin’? it’s annoying. plus, they just sit and don’t talk to anyone besides ‘im. they must think they’re better than us or something.” right after mitsuya mentioned that you were visiting toman.
♡ he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow; did that guy really think that he was being sly and quiet? by the look on his face, he seemed pretty self-assured.
♡ “um, i heard you, idiot.” he hissed, pinching his nose and shaking his head as he watched the knucklehead stare at him dumbfounded, as if the whole room hadn’t heard him too.
♡ “don’t say shit like that. they don’t think they’re better than anyone.” he scorned, balling his fist and almost twitching with anger, fighting the urge to pummel that guy for the sake of his own reputation in toman
♡ and that impulse almost immediately dissipated as soon as you entered the room; his hand loosened and opened to cup your cheek
♡ he was as sweet as can be for the rest of the night, of course, and he still managed to send that dude daggers whenever he got the chance.
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Bad habits
tr boys x reader
word count : 1.3k
warnings : physical abuse, unhealthy relationships, cheating, drug use, toxic mindsets
synopsis : You hate love to love ‘em
author’s note : surprise, ‘m not dead
Kazutora gets Physical; It’s what he knows.
You’ll be standing in front of his bathroom mirror, grimacing as you dab rubbing alcohol over the cut in your lip. You frown at the slight bruising around your eye, rubbing a cold pack on it to try and make it set in faster.
He’ll appear in the mirror behind you, eyeing you closely as you turn around to greet him. The smile that your lips form makes you wince and suddenly Kazutora’s eyes are glossing over. He drops to his knees in front of you, hands scrambling to find purchase on your hips, and head burying itself in your stomach.
You’ll stare down at his sobbing form, softly running your hands through his hair while he utters apologies like a mantra. The stinging sensation on your face burns faintly as you try to calm the poor boy down.
“I-I-I didn’t mean t-to! Please, please, please forgive me! I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry! I don’t know why I did that, please! Please forgive me!”
-
Manjiro uses words; they cut deeper than any knife he could use.
It’ll be during an argument- one you forgot how it even started- when he begins to spit out insults. They’re practically dripping with venom, and he’ll even bring up things that you only trusted to tell him. It’s painful and it hurts and he’ll storm out of the house, leaving you with the feeling that it’s your fault.
You’ll spend hours crying into your pillow, trying to tell yourself that you’re overreacting and that you should apologize, when a series of knocks at the door drags you out of bed. It’s Mikey.
He’s dripping with rain water and he’s sniffling and rubbing at his eyes before he lunges at you, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. His words are muffled and almost incoherent as he mumbles out how sorry he is.
“I’m so sorry, baby, I didn’t mean any of it- I swear. I love you so fucking much, I love you, I love you, I love you.”
-
Baji will cheat; it’s like he’s playing a game.
Day after day, Baji walks around with a different girl every hour, uncaring of who sees him with them. In fact, he never cares to flirt and seduce others right in front of you; it’s like you’re not even there.
You’ll grow tired of his antics and walk yourself home, not paying a second thought to the bad neighborhood you all were in. One of his friends, probably Chifuyu, will grab Baji irritably and force him to go after you.
Once you’re in the confines of your room, you’ll tiredly wipe off your makeup, showing your puffy eyes and blotchy cheeks. Baji’s eyes will be trained on your appearance as you throw more comfortable clothes on with a frown.
When you’re settled in beside him, Baji will whisper praise about how beautiful you are. His hands will be trailing over the expanse of your skin so so softly, it’s like he actually cared. It made you feel secure and safe. Even if it only happens when no one else can see.
“You’re the only one for me, you know? Only you, pretty. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
-
Hanma is neglectful; he comes and goes as he pleases.
He’d have been gone for an entire three weeks before he made his way back to your apartment, barging in like he owns the place. He’s expecting you to be there waiting for him like always- it is 9 pm after all. But you aren’t; it makes his brows furrow and legs move to go find you.
He finds you at an empty park, surrounded by a group of people. You’re settled down on one of the swings while a man leans back on the metal frame, talking to you, and making you laugh. Unacceptable.
You’re only slightly surprised when a tattooed fist comes out of nowhere and slams into the guy’s face. Silently, you allow Hanma to tug you all the way back to his messy apartment and shove you down on the bed. He wraps you in his arms, and this time you’re completely surprised when his grip tightens possessively as his voice comes out no louder than a whisper.
“Don’t ever...don’t ever do that again- you can’t leave me..please don’t leave me, I need you. You’re my lifeline.”
And again, despite being in his apartment, he’s gone when you wake up.
-
Draken is selfish; he’ll never, ever, be over her.
You aren’t dumb- you’ve always noticed how Draken seems to be somewhere else whenever he’s with you. His eyes are always unfocused, his words are airy; you can tell he’s paying the minimal amount of attention to you. And you finally figured out why when you came home early and saw him clutching a picture of a girl while he slept.
But either way, you loved the man. So you gifted him with what he wanted; your hair was cut and dyed exactly like hers, and when he came home that evening, you were almost unnerved with how much of his attention was finally on you.
Ken smiled more than ever after that. His eyes, while they were still a bit dull, had a shine in them. He had a slight pep in his step; he was...happier. And yeah it hurt knowing that he wasn’t happy because of you necessarily, but gods did you love seeing him smile.
“I love you Emma.” His smile...so bright. Just for her.
You smiled in return, “I love you too, Kenny.”
-
Sanzu is childish; he’s never happy unless everything is his way.
Despite being in the gang scene, you’ve always hated drugs; too many bad memories around them. But they made him happy. What the hell were you supposed to do? Tell him no?
It started out small, with Sanzu cooing at you to open your mouth before quickly shoving pills down your throat. The smile he gave you afterwards always made you shrug it off, which was a mistake; He ended up making it a habit.
Sweet coos, bright eyes, brighter smiles, and giddy laughter. All because you swallowed his favorite pills so obediently and just for him. He was so fucking pretty when he was happy like that. Good thing you got used to it :
You curled your tongue around the pills he’d gifted you, swallowing before bringing up the drink you had prepared and taking a sip. His eyes shone before he placed kisses all over your face.
“You came prepared this time, baby! Yay!”
-
Kokonoi is greedy; He loves the color green.
Possessiveness isn’t in his vocabulary; He sets you up on the stages inside of busy bars with the most thrilling outfits and has you dance for everyone- just to make him money. The minimal amount you’re allowed to come home with is $500. Any less and you aren’t allowed to get off the stage until you meet it.
There are rare days, though, where all the rich decide they’ve got too much money so they need to throw it all away; they’ll flood the bars and throw money at anyone who shakes their ass nicely. Anyone in cute, revealing clothing.
Those are the days your sultry smiles are turned into smug smirks while you dance- you know you’ll be making bank tonight. Koko’s gonna be so happy~
He’ll look up in slight surprise when you waltz into Bonten’s base 3 hours earlier than the time you’d normally get out of the bar. All eyes are on you- still in your little outfit- as you sway towards Koko, still high off all the attention you’d received that night.
Many of the members choke on air when you throw down a couple thousand dollars in front of your boyfriend. Whistles and cheers fill the room, but your eyes are only on Koko and his proud grin as he drags you onto his lap.
“Atta girl, that’s my superstar.”
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「 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬. 」 ║ 「 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨 」
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t//w. Smut mdni. Fem!Reader. AFAB!Reader. Gambling. Bonten!Mikey smokes. Bathtub sex. Choking. Mirror sex. Cream pie.
sy//ns. In which Mikey and Bonten are visiting Las Vegas and he meets you, a Blackjack dealer. A separate bet is made between the two of you, and the winner takes all for themselves.
When they say Las Vegas is an adult’s playground, they truly mean it.
For the uninitiated, the entire city is basically a theme park made for adults by adults. You could have whatever your heart desired, so long as you were willing to pay the correct price. Sex, drugs, clubs, games, parties; all of it was buyable, tradeable, and sellable so long as you knew just the right place where to look. Nowhere could you truly go without seeing vibrant, flashing neon signs advertising who knew what or parading the next top winner of a game. And likewise wherever you went, you’d find slot machines and game machines clanging and ringing with the sound of coins, the tick of a wheel, the roar of a dragon or tiger depending on the games theme all while flashing obnoxiously bright colors that desperately tried to gain any and all attention you could possibly provide. Hotel lobbies reeked of cigar and cigarette smoke of the gamblers who would sit for hours pissing away their change or livelihoods in desperate attempts to hit it big.
The scent didn’t bother Manjiro. He’d grown used to it by now, having acclimated to the environment with some semblance of enthusiasm by the slight lilt of a smile he wore etched on a normally stoic face. It’d gotten to the point he’d no longer heard the ringing or jingles of the machines anymore, and nor did he grow concerned when he saw people sobbing from happiness at a big hit winning or from a failing that had gone south by the scrape of an individual’s teeth. It simply was. That is, all of Las Vegas.
He’d engaged in his fun. A few games of poker here, a hit winning at a slot machine there, the taste of gourmet food along his tongue with his men in the evenings and the indulging view of parading beautiful women heading towards the festivals and clubs scantily clad in their feathered or glitzy beaded outfits. Hell he’d even taken to a cigar or two, arguing somewhere inside of him that perhaps if he were here he might as well treat himself to something outside of the norm.
That was the same rationale that echoed in his mind when he had laid eyes on you.
You were standing by your lonesome at one of the dealing tables adorned in a white dress shirt, black vest, and matching ashen pleated skirt. Along your head lopsided you wore a tiny little hat, softened with a bow and ruffled lace that matched the sleeves of your feminized dress shirt. What struck him as peculiar was the cuffed link along your wrist, binding you down to the table. If he’d thought about it, he’d realize that all dealers had this metaphorical shackle along their wrists. And yet, when he saw you, he couldn’t help but feel all the more enticed to inquire.
It wasn’t as if you hadn’t noticed his staring; it was hard to ignore. Mikey held a presence regardless of whether he was aware of it or not. It was one that commanded respect, demanded for eyes to land on him, commanded for attention to be placed on him. The way he walked was one of a confident yet languid swagger, and it hadn’t gone undetected by you who was trained to catch the eyes of others in order to pull them over to the tables.
He was cute, you thought. Perhaps somber looking, or rather a better word would be out-of-place, yet you hadn’t minded that little fact in the slightest.
“Playing a game?” you inquired, head tilting a little as a smile worked it’s way on your features when he’d taken his seat at your table.
Mikey stared at you with those ashen eyes, his own head tilting just slightly as if he were confused by the statement. In a way he was; one doesn’t sit at a game table without the intent to lay down chips and gain a few back. While not his main prerogative, he had time to kill and money to piss alongside what he wanted.
A knobbed finger pointed to the shackle along your wrist. “S’that?” he asked, an almost childlike edge added to the inquiry.
You laughed; “One of the things used to keep me from cheating.”
There was an ‘oh’ formed on his lips. Well, his excuse to talk to you had proved worthwhile, at least.
“Care for a game?” you chirped again, brow raising as an unchained hand reached for the deck of cards.
“Depends,” was the response back.
“On?”
“What I can bet.”
“Well,” you cooed, a grin lacing your features. Eyes wandered, drinking the man in as you did so, and hands occupied themselves with the shuffling of cards. “Money, of course. Unless you had something else in mind?”
Mikey hummed at that, drawing from his pocket a small individual cigar cashe. You watched as it was brought to his lips and a match was struck. The ember burned bright red once it’d been fully lit, the stream of smoke pouring from its end twisting and curling around the two of you. For once in your life, perhaps you thought the scent to be sweet.
“That also depends,” was his final response back, black eyes glimmering. “On what kind of game you’re willing to play with me.”
You stared into those eyes, watching the way they leered at you. His gaze felt heavy, palpable, as it slowly began to wander down to take in your outfit before irises flickered their way back up to your face. Heart in your chest stuttered for just a moment before you waterfalled the cards you’d just remembered were in your hands, the fanning sound bringing you back into the present.
“If it’s the kind of game I’m thinking of,” you answered back softly, your own eyes shining as cheeks felt warm. “Then I think I could make some time. You’ll have to beat me, though.”
Mikey bellowed out an inhale, the smoke stringing out before it plumed into a cloud that drifted slowly up to pollute the rest of the ash scented air. Words were soft, his voice sounding melodic within your ears; “How many times?”
“Five.”
“Then it’s a bet?”
Your heart thumped against your rib cage. “It’s a bet.”
It’d been a flurry of cards. Two to him, flipped to reveal a 17. He’d tapped the table, and to your horror, there was a four of hearts placed before him. Round one, a win for the man. Your eyes would flicker to each and every card, the numbers ticking within your mind rapidly as you calculated each and every card that turned face up. The plastic coated papers would feather in your hands at every shuffle, the fanning thwip of their strum echoing in both of your ears with every round that ticked by.
A bust.
A win.
A bust.
A bust.
Two now, he’d collected two. It wasn’t until he’d pulled the 20 that you’d begun to feel your hands growing clammy with anticipation. Still you kept those cards expertly handled, dealt, and shuffled. Three. There was only two more wins, and to your bemusement it’d seemed he wasn’t hard pressed for money. He’d bet high numbers of chips, earning back his losses with each win that he drew until, finally, the fourth win had been scored.
Mikey’s eyes lingered on you. “Still for that bet?”
An ache from between your legs was the silent answer.
When the fifth win had been scored, you couldn’t help but smile. Mikey had taken notice, a slight smirk forming on those pretty lips of his. Lips you eagerly wanted to feel elsewhere, to know their taste and heated touch. It’d been the end of your shift as well, and while you hadn’t expected for your evening to have been in the company of another, you couldn’t complain.
It hadn’t taken the two of you long. In fact, it was only until the elevator before that wish of yours had been granted. A lace of an arm around your waist had been given as Mikey drew you in, the touch of his lips against yours tasting of smoked cherry and sweet candy. You’d practically melted, hands along his chest as you shared heated touch after heated touch and indulged in one of the finest things Sin’s City had offered you in a long while.
It’d been a battle of limbs and mouths until you’d found yourself naked in his hotel’s suite bathroom. The fact alone he’d somehow scored a fucking room on the 26th floor with a view and a personalized bathroom was a turn on in itself, but you couldn’t pry your eyes from his face and chest. You’d lost yourself in him, even when the warm water of the two-person bath was so enticing in the way it’d soothed your sore muscles from the long day standing and doing absolutely nothing until he’d miraculously walked himself into your life.
“Oh fuck,” you’d breathed, head tipping back.
The sound of water splashing and skin slapping against skin had echoed throughout the reverberant room. Cock had been buried so deep within you, forcing your back to arch and arms to outstretch as you were bent over the side of the tub. To your right had been a wall sized mirror, it’s reflection showing your face watching as Mikey fucked you senseless.
“Oh god, Mikey,” you’d cried out, feeling the bubbling ecstasy of warmth deep within your gut as the head of his cock pushed and teased at the sweetest spots within you. “Fuck, Mikey!”
The blonde had smirked, reaching a hand from it's resting place along your hip to wrap along your neck and pull your head up to get a better look at yourself. He looked at you, other arm keeping himself up along the side of the tub in an arch over you through that mirror, locking eyes with you as his thrusts slowed to agonizing, deep strokes. Enough for you to watch as he eased himself out, only to bury himself right back inside of you.
The sight made your pussy clench and ooze around him. A moan poured from your lips as you panted, mouth hanging open pitifully as he fucked you stupid.
“You like that, baby?” Mikey cooed, that velvety voice sounding melodic once more in your ears just as it had at the table. There was a sweetness to the pet name, a certain saccharine that made your body tremble and hands clench at nothing as they lay outstretched before you.
“I do,” you breathed, desperate. You could feel the rising heat within you, it’s warmth growing intoxicatingly insufferable. “Fuck, baby, I do, I do! Aah, fuck, fuck.”
Mikey’s hips rutted up and you squealed. Cock's head pressed right up against that spongy spot within you, forcing your own hips to buck and ass to shake as you forced your hips back down to encourage him forward. Words were a sultry purr; “Right there?”
“Right there!” you cried out, tongue lolling itself out. Fingers along your throat constricted just slightly, making your body shiver and tremble. The man shifted, gaining that angle he knew was just right, and suddenly your eyes shot back open and widened.
It felt like you were going to explode. The heat had turned into a pressure, that pleasure scorching hot through your veins as you struggled to reel your mind back to reality. It felt too good, too much, too good, but too much!
“Mikey,” you gasped out, hand coming to claw at his hand. “Fuck, Mikey! M’gonna-”
You couldn’t finish the words. What came from you was a wail as that pleasure piqued, vision blotting and eyes rolling fully up as body wracked and pussy creamed down along his cock. The blonde echoed your moan with his own, your tightness suddenly becoming too much as he fucked you through that orgasm of yours. You felt hot, burning, your walls hugging him in all the right places. He couldn’t stop it; the throbbing of his cock as hot cum spilled deep within you.
You crumpled into a heap over the side of the bathtub, his hand having released your neck amidst his orgasm where you’d gasped for breath. When the stars of your vision had faded, you let out a small little moan at the feeling of his cum dripping warm out of you and over your spent pussy.
Mikey had taken a moment to recover himself with heavy breaths before he straightened onto his knees, a little grin on those handsome features of his as he drank your body in. You peeked over your shoulder meekly to him, where you flashed a little grin.
“Guess it’s time to try the shower next?” you inquired cheekily.
“That wasn’t part of the bet,” Mikey murmured back, an eyebrow raising curiously.
“Consider it on the house.”
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if i could
mikey can’t hold a grudge against you.
+ pairing; manjiro (mikey) sano x afab!reader
+ genre; smut, angst, dark themes
+ word count; 3.8k
+ warnings; slight manga spoilers, smut, angst, dubcon (high sex), smoking, marijuana use, mentions of a gun, mentions of murder, breaking and entering, unprotected sex, oral (both f and m receiving), implies dry humping, fingering, creampie, needy!mikey
+ notes; timeskip!mikey after the black dragon arc. gender neutral, but afab!reader.
“Mikey?”
The bags in your hands drop to the ground as he looks at you with an intense gaze. His eyes, they’re empty and dark, he’s not the same Mikey from seven years ago, and his hair, short and black as opposed to how long and light it once was. There’s a tattoo on his neck that you don’t recognize, but your breath catches in your throat. He’s slightly taller, though he still has the same face despite being a seemingly different person.
“It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?”
“How did you find me?”
He chuckles darkly, standing up from the couch before walking towards you. You back up slightly, your heart beating fast in your chest. “Are you not happy to see me?”
“You’re the one who broke it off, Mikey,” you reply, picking up the bags from the floor and placing them on the counter, going on as you usually would after a run to the grocery store. “And I like my life now, thank you very much.”
“I’ll take that as a no.”
“Well, that’s not what I was implying—”
“It’s fine, I’ll take it.”
He walks over to the front door, waiting for you to stop him. And his expectation is right because just as he touches it, you rush over to grab his arm behind him. He smirks, knowing he’s well on his way to getting what he wants and you internally curse at yourself for falling into the trap so easily. “Stay for dinner. It’s the least I can do.”
“Okay.”
He watches you from the dining table as you chop up some green onions, listening to the sound of sizzling rice on the stove. It’s a small apartment, a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom, a bedroom. But it’s neatly kept. It’s very you, the smell, the little bookcase full of movies under the TV, the made bed. Even those stupid mugs that you liked to collect filled with pens next to the notepad full of chores to do. Not too shabby, he thinks.
“It’s a nice place you got here.”
“Yeah. How did you even get in?”
“Picked the lock.”
“Figured,” you reply, scooping up a spoonful of rice and spilling it into the two bowls you had prepared. “You probably shouldn’t break into apartments, though.”
“I’ve done worse.”
“I know. But I don’t like it.”
You place the bowl in front of him, sitting across from Mikey on the table while you pay him no attention. After all, you’re eating and it’s evenings like this that you can get a break from working. Still, you feel his eyes fixated on you and though he’s silent, you know that he has a lot of questions. Even then, you don’t blame him. You don’t blame him for anything, to be honest.
Not even for instigating that fight, breaking up with you at that park and leaving you there like it was the natural thing to do. Not even for breaking and entering your apartment with some new hair and a tattoo because now you have a stable job, a stable life, and you’re almost ready to move on. The possibility of having your own house, finding a partner, raising some kids to call your own. You’re not running around with a group of delinquents anymore and you’re sure that’s what Mikey would have wanted anyways.
“You know I expected you to come back at some point,” he chuckles darkly. “After a week, I wasn’t too worried about it. Then a month passed. Then a year. Then another. And another and another and—”
“Shut the fuck up. I’m trying to eat my food.”
“Okay.”
As always, he’s calm, but he’s different now. He doesn’t keep a menacing smile on his face nor does he ask you if you’re even okay. Instead, he stays silent as if he’s finally processed the mistake. Hell, he can barely process the fact you’re in such a good place and there’s barely any sign that you miss him at all. Are you angry? Are you sad? Are you indifferent? He can’t tell because while you did stop him from leaving, while you did cook him dinner, you’re not the same. Your face doesn’t soften when you look at him, you don’t jump into his arms and apologize. You don’t leave kisses all over his face.
“I’m doing well now if that’s what you’re wondering. I’m happy.”
Mikey misses the days you were still close to him, constantly clinging onto his arm wherever you were whether it was out of fear, comfort, or just wanting to feel him. And the money for him just kept piling up which meant the dresses made out of the finest silk, a bigger place for the two of you, pearls hanging from your ears. It’s different from the life you made for yourself, but he can’t be mad. At the same time, life was easy in those days. The taste of liquor on your tongue, the feeling of your body on his.
It was easy. So easy in fact, he thought you’d come crawling back to him and he would take you in, never letting you go ever again. Yet, he was wrong and he would have to even up living with that for the rest of his short life.
“You can still read my mind, can you?”
“Well, why else would you come here? I don’t have anything else to offer except for satisfying your curiosity,” you roll your eyes before getting up from your seat and placing the bowl in the sink, “You could have honestly just asked Draken or something. He’s stopped by a couple of times.”
So that’s how it is.
“You think I came here just to see how you’re doing?”
“Then, why the fuck did you?” Your voice raises, cracking slightly, but still strong nonetheless. Your arms are crossed, lips pursed together while you swallow the lump in your throat. “I meant it when I said I never wanted to see you again.”
“Why aren’t you kicking me out?”
“I don’t fucking know!” You’re yelling now, sure to get noise complaints from your neighbors. It’s getting harder and harder to breathe, emotions you’ve shoved into the back of your mind finally making their way back to where they were before. “Why aren’t you leaving?”
“I didn’t want to leave you, you know—”
“But you did,” you take a deep breath in. “I don’t even remember what we fought about anymore, but you still left me there without explaining shit! I remember fucking crying over you once you were out of sight and it’s stupid, it’s so fucking stupid! But I loved you and I wasn’t planning on stopping. That was a fucking mistake because now I still do and I don’t know how to make it go away.”
“Baby, I’m sorry—”
“It���s done now. You can go.”
“I don’t want to,” he comes closer, brushing off the single tear on your cheek.
“Yeah, but this is kind of embarrassing for me if you haven’t noticed.”
“Don’t worry about that,” he replies, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “I just wanted to see you again. That’s all.” Your breathing slows and you relax at the feeling, letting yourself cave in. There’s a gentle smile on his face and your teary eyes sparkle in adoration. You’re still the same person from before and it calms him despite the neverending changes in his life.
“Yeah, right.”
“You know I brought you your favorite strain,” he says, pulling out a small case from his pocket. “I wasn’t sure if you still smoked.”
“Sativa?”
“I said your favorite strain, didn’t I?”
You let out a small laugh, taking the tube from his hands and popping it open. There’s five rolls, more than enough for the two of you. “I wouldn’t come here empty handed, you know?”
“Whatever,” you shake your head, quickly finding a lighter and sitting on the cushions near the window, motioning for him to sit next to you. “C’mere, Mikey. Don’t tell me you got all shy on me.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
He walks towards you with his hands shoved in his pockets while you light the end, feeling the smoke fill your lungs and exhaling it out the window. You hold the joint in front of him and he takes a hit himself, staring back at you. Turning away, you feel your cheeks heat up from the contact, still feeling his gaze. Your mind empties as your vision becomes more and more fuzzy. Mikey’s quick to take the roll from between your fingertips, smoking the rest of it.
Soft music plays in the background as the fear, sadness, and anger fades from your body. You were scared of what seeing him meant for you, sad at the memory of being left in the dark, angry at him for never saying so much of a goodbye or wishing you well or just any type of bullshit that would cushion the blow. It’s not fair—how he can reappear into your life as he pleases and how you easily let him in. And you know what the marijuana does to you, you know that this would have happened. Yet, you still let him in.
Your wish is a secret and simple one—to fall out of love with him.
But you were convinced that was impossible because it’s been seven years without seeing him, only the occasional Draken and maybe Chifuyu at times, and you’re here, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer and closer to you until you’re cheek to cheek. “Was I a bad boyfriend?” he asks meekly, basking in the warmth of your body. “Is that why you didn’t want me anymore?”
“No, Mikey,” you mumble. “You were the best.”
“You know, I really did try,” he tries to explain. “I tried to spoil you when I could. I wanted to get you whatever you wanted and I didn’t want you to worry about anything else. I loved you and I thought you would have wanted me back, but I couldn’t find you. It ended too fucking easily.” He laughs dryly, looking down at his hands.
“I know, I know,” you kiss his cheek, finally looking him in the eyes. They’re watery and red, tears falling down his cheeks while you wipe them away, kissing his soft skin. “I was just tired. I was always worried about you and you didn’t seem to care.”
“Of course I cared, why would you think that?” He sniffles while you giggle lightly, sitting up until your knees are on opposite sides of his lap. Cupping his cheeks, you place another kiss on his forehead. “I wasn’t sure after you broke up with me.”
In this state, your thinking is hazy, vulnerable to whatever hides in the deepest parts of you. Words flow out of your mouth, not in a fit of anger, but there’s things that shouldn’t be said so casually. Especially to someone you’re not sure you completely trust.
“I’m in love with you, you know? I’ve thought about you everyday after that night. And I don’t even care about how you got here,” you ramble, tracing the tattoo on his neck with your fingertips. “I want you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Then why don’t you show me?”
He laughs darkly, but you’re dead serious, dragging his hand over to your chest, leaving wet kisses along the mark on his neck. His breath hitches, eyes drooping closed as he finally feels what he’s been waiting for. Your arms wrap loosely around his neck, a finger trailing against his jaw while turning it upward, leaning in until your lips meet. There’s no ounce of hesitance, only his tongue slipping into your mouth, fingers tangling into strands of black hair.
You take his bottom lip in between your teeth playfully, smiling down at him when you let go before finding the sweet spot under his ear. “Baby— Shit, that feels good.”
You kiss the sensitive spot before sucking softly, hands fumbling with the button on his jeans. Noticing you struggling, he kicks them off himself, helping you out with the buttons off his shirt. Throwing it off somewhere else, you steal another deep kiss, rubbing yourself on his thigh while he works your shirt off of you, immediately undoing your bra. Feeling the flesh in his hands, he’s in awe. No matter how many times he’s seen your bare body, he’s sure he won’t ever get enough of you.
“I love you,” he mumbles against your chest, taking a hard bud into his mouth, coating it in his saliva. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you, too.”
He flashes a cheeky smile, eyelids nearly drooping closed as he squeezes the flesh in his hands, giving a few gentle bites while you whine helplessly. Mikey looks up at you with doe eyes, feeling satisfied when he notices that damp spot on your underwear. It’s how easy it was to let him in, how easy it was to succumb to the desires in the back of your mind even after all of these years. It’s almost like clockwork, the slow drag of your underwear down your legs, the light touches on your pretty clit, the praises that spill from his mouth.
It was easy for him, too.
To finally drive to where you were once he found the address, to fall into the routine of getting high again, mind numbing while he fucks into you without stopping.
But Mikey wants to take his time. It’s been seven years after all. And he lets every moment sink in, taking in the sight of your back arching, rubbing your pearl with his thumb while his fingers curl into your g spot. That’s what you and him both liked when it came to being in this state—you were oversensitive, whining as you convulsed around his digits. He always knew how to find just that perfect spot in you and bring you to a toe curling orgasm, kissing your shoulder blades as the high hits you in waves.
You feel dazed, babbling his name while you gush all over his fingers, but he doesn’t stop. “G-Gonna cum—”
“I can tell, you’re dripping all over me,” he mumbles, groaning as he grinds against your leg, the friction making his cock twitch in his underwear. Your juices fall down to the couch, the knot in your belly coming undone while he slows his pace.
He positions himself until his breath is hot on your cunt, locking his arms underneath your thighs and bringing your pussy to his face, spreading your lips apart and licking until to your clit. His tongue presses through your slit, curling when it’s inside, licking as if he’s a starved man. Your toes curl at the feeling, tangling your fingers into dark strands of hair and pushing him closer. With one hand he keeps your thighs open while you whimper under him, the wet muscle circling over your clit before he sucks softly. He pulls off, slipping in two fingers.
“Cum for me again, yeah?”
Oversensitive from the last time, you tighten around his fingers, the warmth in your belly dissipating while you squirm under him. You’re exhausted, but you still notice the darkened spot on his grey boxers, pulling them down swiftly before throwing them aside. When he finally realizes what’s happening, he flashes a wide grin which quickly fades when you grip his cock in your hand, softly sucking the tip. Just like before, the tables turn and he’s the one whining while you’re looking up at him with faux innocent eyes.
“J- Just like that— Please—”
You pull off, hands moving up and down his shaft while pre cum drips from his slit. ““What do you want, Mikey?”
“W- Wanna feel your mouth—”
“But where?” You ask, leaving an open mouthed kiss on his inner thigh. He holds onto the couch cushions while you lazily pump up and down his length, rubbing on the pink tip.
“My cock— god, fuck!” he pleads. “Please—”
He almost chokes on his spit when you swiftly take him in, feeling his cock hit the back of your throat. Despite your blurring vision, you’re still in control and he’s enamored by the image of your watery red eyes, cheeks hollowing in as you suck him into your mouth. The taste of slightly salty precum hits your tongue as you swallow around his length, noticing how his legs shake with every swirl of your tongue.
He grasps the hair at the back of your head and you hum, throat tightening around his cock as you breathe in through your nose. He’s panting, a sheen of sweat on his forehead when he pulls you off him, spit connecting your mouth to the tip in long strands. “Don’t wanna cum like this, baby,” he stammers.
You understand immediately, laying on the couch while he crawls over you, planting sloppy kisses from your neck down to your chest. In one movement, he glides in, stretching out your little hole as you gasp at the slight sting. Mikey’s cock is thick, always has been, and he’s needy, hands coming under you to pull you closer. He’s never failed to make you feel good despite the feeling of being split in half, mumbling praises of how pretty you looked, how tight you felt around him.
“Feels s’good,” he whispers. “Missed your sweet little pussy.” Lifting his head, you cup his cheeks in your hands, lips meeting in a sloppy mess, but full of pent up feelings nonetheless. You swear that a few stray tears had slid down his cheeks, but there’s no time to think about it with his forehead pressed against yours, eyes red and watery. Mikey starts to move, slow and languid strokes at first, gently hitting that sweet spot inside of you. His face is buried in the junction of your neck and shoulder, one hand harshly squeezing your breast and another grabbing onto the plush of your hips.
In a way, you almost feel suffocated. Not just from the hazy feeling of the sativa or the thick cloud of lust, but from Mikey. You can feel all of him, his thick cock filling you to the brim, his body laid on yours, his breath on your neck. It’s all you can feel and in your weak state, all you can do is take it. It’s all you wanted in the first place, nails digging into his back from support, legs wrapping around his waist while your walls convulse. Involuntary whines spill from your mouth when he fucks into your harder and faster—you feel like your mind is about to float away.
“S’much,” you cry. “Gonna cum, please—”
“I got you,” he gently replies. His voice is soft, light, adoring even and you’re coming undone.
“Ah! Fuck—” you stumble over your words, tears streaming down your face at the intense feeling of euphoria. The warmth spread all over your body, pussy creaming all over his cock, but he’s not done yet. In fact, he’s not even close, still fucking your cunt at the same brutal pace as before.
He never gives breaks unless you really want one and it’s affirmed when he’s grabbing one of your legs and putting it over his shoulder, leaving a kiss on your calf while he keeps a bruising grip on your ass cheek. He’s in so deep that you can almost feel him in your stomach, cock dragging on your walls while you cry out his name. “S’pretty,” he praises. “Fuckin’ missed you, baby.”
It’s hard to respond, but he doesn’t mind one bit, pinching your clit between his fingers until you’re cumming easily again, panting heavily as juices drip down your pussy lips onto the couch. Milky white cum coats his cock and his pace becomes more erratic. He’s close, you can tell, and soon he’s coming down for another messy kiss, one hand finding yours and holding it while he spills his seed into you. It’s warm and thick, oozing out of your ruined slit as you breathe heavily.
“I love you,” he says, fingers interlaced with yours. “I always will.”
“I know.”
“Please remember that.”
“I love you, too, if that wasn’t obvious enough,” you roll your eyes. “Stay the night.”
“Okay.”
He cleans you up, getting a damp rag and wiping up with sticky mess on your thighs, taking off the cover of the couch cushion while you direct him to the laundry room. It’s not long until you’re both back in your bed, almost ready to rest, your back pressed against his chest. His hand rests on your chest and your eyes are closed, but you feel it trailing lower and lower until his fingers are resting between your thighs. “Mikey, we just fucked ten minutes ago and you’re still horny?”
“Yeah. You know how I am,” he responds nonchalantly. “Plus, you like it when I do this, right?” Tweaking your nipple between his fingers, you whimper, back arching. There’s definitely a smirk plastered on his face.
“N- No—”
“Really?” He asks before planting a sloppy kiss on your sweet spot. You’re squirming and when he finally sucks on the skin, you let out an accidental moan.
“Fine.”
Mikey wasn’t lying when he said he loved you and you know that for sure. As much as you try to carry resentment, try to keep a grudge, it’s no use because you’ll always have a soft spot for him. And he’s always had that spot for you, he hasn’t been the same ever since you left. He hasn’t been the same ever since everyone started to leave, one by one starting with you.
As much as he wants to hate you, as much as he wants to kill you, he can’t.
Instead, he merely stares at your sleeping form, a weapon in his hand. You look peaceful, hair falling all over your face, the rising sun making your skin glow. If you died like this, you wouldn’t know at all, feel anything at all. If you died like this, the last thing you would have remembered is a night with him after seven years. If you died like this, your last words would have been a last “I love you” before you drifted off to sleep.
There’s a lump in his throat, silent tears streaming down his cheeks with the gun pointed right at your head, but his arm drops and he’s back to where he was seven years ago. Younger, completely enamored with you, happier. He can’t keep the hate in his heart at all. And you can find someone else anyways, right? You have something ahead of you, he’s not sure what it is, but you have something and who is he to take that away?
Mikey leaves your apartment, riding his motorcycle off in a random direction. The next time you see him, he’s on your TV and Draken is dead.
He wouldn’t kill you if he could.
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Can I ask for a request for draken who has a crush on fem reader who’s the half baby sister of hakkai and yuzuha and she’s practically the princess of toman and no matter how many times he tries to approach her she’s always nervous (kinda like her brother) of being around him b/c she has a huge crush on him and she plans on confessing to him but she sees someone else confessing to him and she gets pretty sad and after that a rival gang notices she’s the princess of toman and decide to harass/hurt her and she ends up in the hospital, draken finds out and is pissed b/c of what happened and he ends up finding the guys who hurt her and he and the others beat the crap out of them after that he ends up confessing to her at the hospital and it ends in fluffy fluff:3
Hi anon! Thank you for the request! I really hope you enjoy it!!
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Draken X f!reader (angst to fluff)
TW: mentions of injury, hospitalisation, violence
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You could remember the moment you had fallen for the Vice President of Toman. Draken. He had instantly taken your heart and he was all you ever thought about these days.
Being the baby sister of Hakkai (although not fully), you were really close to the lanky male. In fact, you followed him like his much smaller shadow when he would attend Toman meetings. With how often you had turned up alongside the Second Division Vice Captain, you had been adopted as the Princess of Toman. Your cute looks and innocent persona had made everyone feel the need to keep you safe from harm.
Especially Draken. He would even kill a man if it meant you would be safe and happy. The poor boy had developed deep feelings for you, so deep that he would even claim it to be love. This had gone way past a simple infatuation.
To anyone with eyes, they could see how you both were obviously in love with the other but your interactions were awkward to say the least.
Just like your older brother, you had a hard time communicating with the opposite gender. Not so much with Mitsuya or Mikey but anyone else would be victim to your shyness. Stuttering and soft words were evident whenever someone had tried to talk to you apart from those you knew.
Over time, you had gotten better with your shyness with other members of Toman, becoming especially close to Angry (Souya) as you both seemed to be similar. The only person you couldn't talk a single syllable to was Draken.
Draken had tried multiple times to talk to you, to get to know you. But each attempt was met with failure. As soon as he would get close enough to start a conversation with you, you would become flustered. A deep blush took over your face and ears before you would run off to find Hakkai. Ken was confused as he had hardly gotten a simple 'hi' before you had disappeared.
You didn't mean to seem rude. You just felt like your heart would explode if you remained in his presence longer than a few seconds to a minute. He was just so cool and perfect that you had convinced yourself he was way out of your league. But maybe one day you would get the confidence to at least allow your feelings to be known to the tall blond.
That day had finally come. You had finally gathered enough confidence to confess your strong feelings for Ken Ryuguji. Yuzuha had helped you practice what you would say while she dolled you up. She had picked out a cute black skirt with a f/c shirt that went perfectly. Cute is what you thought when you had examined yourself in the body length mirror. Hopefully Draken would think so too.
After another run through with what you would say, Yuzuha handed you your small bag which contained your wallet and phone. You thanked her for all her help before heading to where you knew Draken and Mikey would be. After all, it was lunch time.
It didn't take you long to reach the café, your hands fiddling with the hem of your skirt as you approached nearer. This was it. You were finally going to tell him how you feel and you would find out if he felt the same. If he did, great...if he didn't, you would have to accept it.
Pushing the door open, you were frozen to the spot at the sight that greeted you. At the table where Draken and Mikey were sat, there was a girl who was talking to the vice president. Silently approaching closer, you had caught the words that tumbled out of her mouth.
"I really like you Ryuguji-kun! Please accept my confession!"
That's it. Your world crumbled around you. You were too late. Too naive to believe you were the only one who saw how amazing Draken was. And due to your shyness, you had missed out on telling him your feelings.
Your body had gone into auto pilot as you ran out of the café, tears falling rapidly down your cheeks. How could you be so stupid? Of course Draken wouldn't like someone as awkward as you! He needed someone who was strong and had enough confidence in themselves. Someone the complete opposite of you.
You had been wandering the streets aimlessly for an hour now. All your tears had been shed and you felt empty. You didn't want to head home yet. Not while you were still wallowing.
"Oh hey! It's Toman's princess!" A strange voice called out somewhere behind you. How did they know that nickname? Did everyone know you as this? That you would have to guess was the case as it wasn't long until you were surrounded by high school kids.
You didn't know what to do. You could try to fight but you only knew a little self defense. Thinking about it, you really should have asked Mitsuya or Mikey or even Hakkai to teach you how to fight.
Within moments, before you could truly react, the gang had descended upon you with kicks and punches, knocking the air from your lungs. You had tried to fight back, even succeeding in landing a punch or two on your opponents. However, it only angered them more and the beating intensified.
The gang had left you alone when you could barely stay awake. Your body lay battered on the concrete, bruises and broken bones making themselves known. Maybe it was your lack of energy or maybe it was the intensity of the pain, but your mind had shut itself down causing you to pass out.
The next Toman meeting was that night. Everyone had gathered together at the usual shrine, parking their bikes and engaging in conversations until Mikey would begin his announcements.
Draken was in a pretty foul mood that night. Having received that confession from that girl had really put him on edge. Of course he had rejected her feelings, knowing his heart belonged to Toman's princess. Speaking of Y/N, where was she?
Hakkai had pulled up at the shrine, his face showing just how devastated he felt. Always one to wear his heart on his sleeve after all. He was blaming himself for not being able to protect his baby sister from the fate she had encountered.
Noticing that the lanky boy was on his own, Draken went over to ask about where you were as you never missed a meeting. Hakkai just shook his head, mumbling that he had explained the situation to Taka-chan and Mikey already so he should ask them if he wanted to find out. It wasn't that Hakkai was being rude, he was just emotionally exhausted from having to explain it twice already.
Panic set in Ken's gut but he had no reason why. You were surely safe, right? After all, you would follow Hakkai everywhere and he would protect you with his last breath if needed.
It was during Mikey's announcements that Draken had found out about you being in hospital, placed under a medical coma to help your recovery. No-one knew when and if you would wake up. This news caused Ken's heart to drop to his stomach but also for immense rage to ignite in his chest. He would find the gang that had hurt his princess and make them pay.
Draken along with the rest of Toman had found the gang responsible for your condition within days of your hospitalisation. A huge brawl had occurred which lasted maybe 5 minutes at most. Draken had left no-one conscious, taking his anger out on the scum that dared harm what was his.
Everyone in Toman had decided to visit you once the brawl was over and you were properly avenged. Everyone simply watched as your chest rose and fell with each breath, the only indication you hadn't passed on yet. Draken felt his throat get clogged by the tears and sobs he was holding back. He was the tough vice president after all. He couldn't afford to look weak.
Weeks passed by with Ken spending his time at your bedside, waiting for any sign that you would wake up. He missed seeing your e/c eyes that he could stare into forever. He missed your cute giggles he would hear when you joked around with Angry. He missed you.
Unable to help himself, Draken allowed a few tears to escape past his eyes and roll down his cheek. "Please wake up Y/N. I love you, and I will tell you that everyday when you are back," and with those words, Ken leaned forward to gently brush his lips against yours.
Just like how it happened in fairy tales, your eye lids began to flutter open as Draken pulled back. The poor boy didn't notice you were awake until your hand (which he clutched tightly in his own) began to move slightly. In disbelief, Draken moved his teary gaze to your face where you were smiling back at him. Your cheeks had begun to heat up once you realised that your crush was holding your hand.
"YOU'RE AWAKE!" Ken was so loud that you had to shush him, your voice laced with giggles. Draken was just so happy that you were awake and looking OK that he pulled your face closer to his. Before you knew it, your lips were covered by another pair in a harsh but love filled kiss.
You must have died and gone to heaven, you convinced yourself. Due to that thought, you had the confidence to kiss back, even lifting your hand on his bicep. It was the best feeling you could ever hope to know. Heaven was surely amazing.
"I love you... I love you... I love you..." Draken muttered against your lips in between the soft pecks he was now leaving on you. He was so happy that you had kissed back, almost confirming you felt the same for the blond.
"I love you too..." Your breath came out as a long sigh, your voice dreamy and filled with all your feelings. Ken moved away from your face and relaxed back in the chair he occupied, a grin plastered on his face.
You were finally beginning to focus on where you were. Beeping machines, wires connected to your arm, the distinctive smell of disinfectants. You weren't in heaven after all. You were alive and in the hospital. It was only then that you had realised you had kissed your crush and told him you loved him too.
All the confidence you seemed to have evaporated in an instant. You were left a tomato red and stuttering so much that no words could come up. You had actually confessed and kissed Ken Ryuguji...
It was 2 weeks later when you were discharged from the hospital, accompanied by bandages around your ribs and your new boyfriend. "Make sure you're ready for our date tomorrow babe," Draken whispered in your ear, causing shivers to travel down your spine.
This boy was going to be the death of you.
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ੈ✩‧₊˚ (iv.) truth hurts
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the ends of winter are something else; the transition of winter to spring soon will commence, and it’s something worth the watch.
you find yourself rubbing your arms for warmth, trying to find little comfort in the streetlights.
you can’t lie to yourself, you are a bit scared due to how late it is in the night. roppongi is an area full of life, especially when the sun isn’t showing anymore. clubs, restaurants and bars illuminate the main streets with their lighting, people going in and out, some looking good some puking on the floor.
still, you find yourself going through the shadiest part of the district. with barely any light to guide you, you are practically shivering as you start picking up your pace. the last thing that you need tonight is to get kidnapped —or worse.
you shudder.
you aren’t exactly a top notch fighter. your track record consists of pulling sanzu’s finger until it cracked and kicking a guy on the balls for picking on sanzu.
your boyfriend struggled to find a parking spot, driving farther away from the club area and into a secluded spot where parking could surely be found. with no luck whatsoever, he kicked you off the car, telling you to go ahead while he tried to park somewhere.
obviously, your phone’s with him. when you need it most. you were a 100% sure your phone was in your small purse, until it wasn’t.
sanzu on the other hand glances worriedly at his expensive watch, telling the others that he’ll go to the bathroom. he’s not convinced you’ll be safe with your boyfriend, and he begins to regret not pushing the idea of picking you up far enough.
it’s in moments like this where you find yourself wishing for sanzu, more than usual at that. you keep convincing yourself that what your boyfriend just did was a nice act, so that you won’t get bored.
in the back of your head, you are aware you are running out of excuses.
hiding the lower part of your face in the comfort of your coat, you turn corners and cross streets until the huge neon letters of the club’s name make themselves visible.
you sigh out of relief, smiling under the fabric.
walking inside the place, you stop at what seems to be a lobby. there’s few people chatting and laughing in small groups, getting ready to move towards the stairs leading down. you hear muffled music coming from there, knowing that’s where the real party’s at.
“hey!” you turn to see a group of people, more specifically bonten. you wave at ran, who was the one to call you over, before making your way towards them.
you and bonten aren’t exactly in bad terms, but you are not buddies with them either. you get along well with most, excluding mochi and rindou who don’t mind you but don’t pay attention to you.
even so, your relationship with mikey is far more complicated than a simple get along. as a close friend of sanzu, who has been with him ever since the beginning of it all, you’ve met mikey in his toman days. you weren’t involved in the fighting, god forbid sanzu would let you, but you did come to meetings.
it got you to make more friends, such as hinata, yuzuha or emma. you can’t help but still get teary eyed when you think about her.
few years later and you crossed paths with mikey again. this time, the bonten version of himself, much different from the cheery guy who used to smile at you.
that day, he pointed a gun at your head, making sanzu tense up in a way he has never felt before. you remember his words very clearly, due to them still haunting you after all this time.
“you become a distraction for sanzu’s job, and you either get away from him or pay the price with your life.”
mikey obviously didn’t want to resort to the last choice, considering how fond emma was of you. that was the sole reason he proposed the other option, a safer one.
besides, experiencing the loss of a best friend could destroy sanzu. mikey never wanted him to go through that, having had scares himself.
yet he was shocked at the fact that you never proved to be a problem to their work. you never took part in it nor wanted to know about it.
you understood sanzu’s loyalty and wants, and respected them as much as he respected your own.
mikey back in his toman days did think that you two were an excellent pair; years later he still thought the same.
he greets you with a nod. a simple gesture yet a huge one, for mikey barely greets anybody who’s not part of bonten.
as you say hi to the others, leaving your coat to ran who puts it away with theirs, sanzu makes his way back to the group. instantly, he spots you, eyes glowing at the dress you are wearing.
he recognizes it as one of your favorites, gifted to you by him one of the many times you two went shopping.
it’s jaw dropping, the way you look tonight.
and every other day, sanzu can’t help but to think.
the glimmer in his eyes dims, taking notice of the absence of the lucky man that gets to call you his. he ignores everyone else, especially ran’s teasing look, delicately placing his hand on your shoulder.
he doesn’t have to ask a single thing, motioning for everyone to go ahead downstairs. once it’s just the two of you, all he needs is to take a look at the dullness swimming in your eyes.
he brings you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you. you lean closer to him, seeking more of his touch.
you smile at the feeling of his lips pressing against the top of your head.
“i’m sorry, haruchiyo.” your voice trembles. shakily, you take his hand, lacing your fingers with his own.
“you don’t have to be.” he whispers, lifting your chin with a single finger. his eyes are entirely on you, looking at every detail in your face.
when he looks at you, it’s simply just you. nothing else.
you meet his gaze, offering him a hint of a smile. just by looking at him, you can already forget the tedious walk you had to endure to get here.
you see the way he leans closer to you, copying your small smile. you see it; yet you don’t think of anything. deep inside your head you know, this is what you want and need.
but you are too much in your own denial to accept it.
at the sound of rushed footsteps you move away from sanzu, turning to see your boyfriend entering the place. his eyes focus on you, moving to the side where sanzu is.
his frown deepens as he sees bonten’s number 2. said man does the same, looking irritated as he clicks his tongue and looks away.
hurriedly, he moves towards you and takes a hold of your arm. long gone is sanzu’s soft touch, replaced by a harsher grip. you wince, action noticed by sanzu.
“keep your hands—“ nevertheless he doesn’t get to finish, ignored by the man who now pulls you to the stairs. you trip over your own shoes, not being able to walk by yourself.
“let’s go,” you send sanzu a pleading look, trying to grab onto something to stop. “and stop acting like a cheap whore.” he tries to whisper the last part, already on the stairs leading down, but he fails miserably.
sanzu doesn’t get to see your reaction, yet the words pierce through him. now being the only one in the lobby, left alone in his own thoughts.
“piece of shit.” he grumbles, gritting his teeth.
he doesn’t understand why both of you have to live so miserably now. especially, when you could both have had it all.
before going to everyone else, he pats his pockets. finally finding it, he takes out the bottle of pills he sometimes carries along, mostly when he knows he has to endure looking at the ever so ‘happy’ couple.
he takes one, gulping and exhaling afterwards. shaking his head, he doesn’t wait for it to kick in, instantly moving to the very same stairs you were pulled towards.
he grins, entering the club. tonight’s his night.
the night that changes everything.
following patterns, you are left alone by your boyfriend, who went to the bar to get some drinks. you lost track of bonten’s place, knowing they had a vip room for themselves and everyone they invited.
you shrug, not needing anybody with you despite your wants. you begin moving to the music, recognizing the song to be a popular one. you sway to the beat, clutching your drink closer to you —just in case.
taking a swig, the alcohol coated with the sweet undertone of the base drink fills you greatly. you feel it getting to you, wanting another glass despite it being your third.
your head’s in the clouds, but it’s what you need.
you see a familiar shape getting closer to you. your glossy eyes confuse him with sanzu, hoping to dance with him just for a bit.
but he never appears, instead making eye contact with ran haitani.
he shows you his everyday smile, eliciting a laugh out of you when he winks. he ignores the women trying to push him to them, taking your hand and pulling you to him.
there’s nothing going on between you and ran, but out of everyone in bonten —excluding sanzu— you get along with him the best. you don’t need to know eachother as well as you do with sanzu; it’s all about enjoying each others presence.
“where’s haru?” your voice sounds muffled with the loud music playing in the background. ran leans closer to you, looking back up around the whole area once he heard you. he shrugs.
you see as ran’s head moves back to one spot, eyes slightly widening at what he just saw. his grip on your shoulders tightens, leading you to his chest.
“really have no clue.” he mutters to himself, scowling. but it would do him good if he were to appear now, he says to himself.
it’s his golden opportunity to finally kick your boyfriends ass after all, considering he’s having the time of his life with a girl in his lap as he makes a toast with another one.
ran doesn’t pay enough attention, and when he actually does you’ve followed his line of sight. he tries to say something, getting your hand and taking you back to dancing with him. all futile, you are already making your way to him.
he won’t butt in, but ran does keep close not knowing what the probably intoxicated man is capable of.
“what are you doing?” you demand, making him turn to look at you. his brows furrow, rolling his eyes.
“was having a good time till now.”
you don’t miss the way he’s literally playing with the woman’s breasts right in front of you. you scoff.
“well i don’t—“
“shut up.” he cuts you off, laughing afterwards. “literally just close your mouth, nobody cares.”
“who are you to tell me what to do?” you frown, keeping your feelings in check before you do something that you could later regret.
you can’t hide it very well, though. he can see the way your voice starts to shake, lips uncontrollably moving. your hands are gripping into nothing, forming fists —twitching.
you don’t know if you are sad or mad.
“a woman that complains is nothing but a waste.” he glances at you from the corner of his eye, smirking. “now go let me have my fun. if you love me you must understand.”
you contain your gasp as he shoos you away, taking one of the many shot glasses on the table.
“what the hell do you think i am, your dog?” it’s desperate, the hold you are having on yourself right now. you don’t want to break down and give him that satisfaction, you have to leave.
you are pushed out of your own thoughts by the cackling of the girls and your boyfriend at the table. he pats his thigh, laugh subsiding to a simple chuckle.
“with the way you cling to me you might as well be, you foolish bitch.”
everything seems to stop for you right there and then. the music, the voices, you can’t feel anything other than his words.
“what did i do, to be treated like that?” it barely comes out as a whisper, your own words dying in your throat.
you purse your lips, broad eyes piercing the floor beneath you. beads of sweat run down the side of your face, but you don’t care.
you need to leave.
you move up the stairs before anybody could approach you, not that they would. you don’t see the spot ran’s in, near your boyfriend and with his hand gripping sanzu’s arm, making him watch the entire thing.
the pill he had taken not long ago with no time to set in, forgotten with the way sanzu just saw your own boyfriend treat you.
he blinks —once, twice— pushing ran out of the way, who talks to security to kick the man out before he gets even sicker of looking at him, and follows to where you are going.
you truly believe you are the one at fault. after all, stupid is as stupid does.
and it’s all you’ve been.
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Hello there! I saw your request were open can you do a reader who was in a coma for months because of an car accident? and the reader waked up? sorry if my English is bad
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Warnings ⚠️: Spoilers! angst, car accidents, violence, profanities, mentions of blood and more
Author's note 📝: Whew, I made it Mikey’s POV KDKSK
“Don’t give up so easily! Toman wouldn’t have gotten this far without you! Don’t decide this alone!!” you threw the books you were holding at Mikey. Not caring about the numerous pairs of observant eyes looking at both of you.
“Oi y/n...Just leave him alone.” Draken grabbed you by your shoulders, gently pushing you out of Mikey’s way. Wanting no more than to stop the scene from escalating.
“Why should I!? Mikey!!! Nobody’s blaming you! Emma’s death wasn’t your fault! I swea-” You shouted desperately, struggling in Draken’s hold as Mikey interrupted you.
“Then who’s was it!?! I couldn’t….protect anyone. It all started with me.” The great Mikey finally snapped, looking at you with eyes filled with rage and anguish.
It was the first time you’ve seen so many emotions on his face. It was like a damn suddenly bursting without prior notice aside from the small cracks it had.
“What the hell!? Something is seriously wrong with you if you still think I’m not the one to blame!!” He frustratedly said, his legs giving up on him, on all fours as he laid his head on his hands, wanting to cover up the fact that he was crying.
The rest were no better, finally being able to see their leader be vulnerable and able to show his emotions like this, it hurt. Hurt so bad that they couldn’t help but cry along with him, reminiscing about the time they had with the 2 people who had sadly left them.
“....I’m sorry…..If only I was the one who died…” He whimpered, voice as brittle as his sanity, heartbreaking as it was a new fire erupted from his words, others were about to protest when-
Slap!
“You...stupid idiot! You *sshole!” You smacked his head, kicking him by his side before sitting on top of him to continuously rain slaps and hits upon him.
“Emma’s gone! She’s never coming back!” Your words struck something in their core, helplessly watching as you tried to hit Mikey even with tears down your face.
“Get that through your thick skull! It’s alright!” “It’s not alright!!” He shouted at you, but before he could say more, you leaned your upper body towards him. Holding him in your arms as he felt his shoulders getting wet.
“...I’m begging you...I can’t take it anymore…”
“It’ll be alright, I swear….I’ll do something about it”
The uneasiness did not subside. Everybody could feel just how bad this has affected all of you, the atmosphere turning into one of quietness as the only sound heard were your occasional sobs and sniffles.
Mikey came home that day, feeling guilt eating him up. Nothing could really stop him from feeling this way. There was nothing in this world that could make himself more broken than he was right now. At least….that’s what he thought.
He wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings, only aware of the self-destructing thoughts that had been eating him away since 3 days ago.
A walk, his grandpa made him take, aware of how much he was going through. Only wanting to make his grandson feel something other than grief. He wanted no more than for someone to save his only surviving grandchild. He couldn’t fathom what would happen to him if yet another one of his children would leave.
But Mikey didn’t know that. Only aware of the fact that this may be his last day alive as Mikey, Manjiro Sano.
The last day he gets to live as he chooses.
*Hoooonk!* He finally noticed it.
“Mikey!!!” He looked towards the voice, that was where he saw his group of friends, coincidentally in the same park as he was, except they were near the entrance, away from him and he was at the middle of the highway.
He slowly lifted up the corners of his lips for a smile, accepting his fate, awaiting for the impact. His eyes went back to the way they looked, lifeless and void. He could see their moving lips and horrified faces, some of them already running towards him. But it was sadly too late.
“Mikey!”
*Bang*
*Screeeeech!*
*Bang!*
“Mh- Agh.” Mikey painfully groaned, trying to sit himself up, watching as the crowd of people turned towards a certain direction.
His vision was hazy, there was nothing he could see clearly but the concerning amount of blood that was beginning to taint the left side of the road.
Then he saw it. His eyes widened, watching as the other members of Toman surround you, calling for help themselves.
Then he slowly stood up, glancing at the chaos he’d caused, not even able to shake himself off from the shock. None of his senses were working properly, it felt like time had stopped. The only thing moving was your lifeless body on the ground, the red substance continuing to flow and that scared him so much he wanted to vomit.
And that he did, on his knees at the side of the road. People didn’t even see him. Only focusing on you.
And Mikey didn’t know whether he was thankful for that or not. The ringing in his ears was the only thing he could focus on besides the endless fluid he felt himself letting out, was it tears? Was it blood? Was it vomit? He didn’t know. He didn’t know. He did not know.
The scene changed, it was now inside the hospital. He didn’t know how he got here, no it was probably some of his friends dragging him to you, knowing that he’d have to force himself to come, otherwise….
But he shouldn’t have come.
He heard the wails of pain your mother had let out, the way your father began sobbing along with your mother on the floor, Toman couldn’t do anything but look down and hold their tears.
There was nothing more hurtful than the sound of parents begging for their child to be saved, there was nothing more hurtful than the fact that he knew he had unconsciously caused this as well.
He said nothing as he felt himself get punched on the left side of his face, making him drop on the ground on his side.
They were at the back of the hospital, nobody around but them and the rest of Toman.
“Why….why!? Why didn’t you protect her?!...Why?” Your best friend Hina had screamed at him, getting in between Mikey and Draken as he held him by the collar, before feeling herself lose strength as she too sat on the ground, bringing her arm up to hide her crying face as nobody dared to say a thing.
This was like the Emma situation all over again, except this time, they were finally blaming him. He wanted that, he desperately did. He wanted them to despise him, to curse at him, beat him to a pulp.
Anything to “.....please….make me forget this pain”
There were no more tears flowing, he didn’t have enough.
“Who do you think you are?....” This time it was Takemitchy who had spoken up.
“Y/n-san always worried about all of us, about you especially. I don’t want you to forget about it. I WANT YOU TO FEEL THE SUFFERING SHE HAD!!!-”
“TAKEMITCHY- what the hell are you saying!?-”
“Don’t you get it!? If only you didn’t hole yourself up we wouldn’t be in this mess!! If only you had actually asked us to help you, we would have!! I don’t f*cking care anymore, Manjiro. You’re an *sshole! You...you couldn’t even talk to us when we were here….all the time...by your side.”
“He’s right. You’re f*cking selfish, Mikey” Draken agreed, his eyes almost identical to Mikey’s.
“You’re constantly doing things by yourself, not wanting others to join you, keeping the pain all to yourself, when we’re here wanting to share the burden. You need to remember, we’re not going anywhere. Even if you try to push us all out, we’ll follow you to hell and back.” Mitsuya had uttered, sitting on the side with his hands above his bowing head.
"...we were all hurt by Emma's death you know....not just you. It may have hurt far more to you, but we were still hurt as well" Baji claimed, looking at his friends who all looked lost before biting his lip and looking down.
“....Should we just change our leader now? Mikey’s a d*mbass and I don’t want to follow an idiot” Chifuyu had said, obviously joking and that was seen from the grin on his face. Going back to his rather cheery demeanor.
“Yeah. Let’s impeach Mikey, I’m sure as hell I can do better.”
“Kazutora, you’d make us strip naked and jump off of a random bridge-”
“I don’t see anything wrong with that-”
Mikey closed his eyes, feeling the dread that had been so violently storming on him subsided. Maybe he could get through this, maybe he should start facing reality once more. Maybe just maybe, time will heal him…
He just hoped you could forgive him.
A few months had gone by, nothing much happened. Toman was still at the top including his friends, they visited you weekly, though not Mikey.
He couldn’t face you. If he did, he was sure he was going to fall into a deep abyss of pain and misery again. He couldn’t let that happen, not when you were here because of that scenario.
He never really did end up healing, at least not in his opinion, he still had Takemitchy and draken along with the rest of the gang keeping him in check. Though he could see just how hard they prevented the possible provocations their enemy gangs made. The way they’d walk on eggshells around him in the first few months.
But then, he didn’t want to be in pain anymore, never again. If he had to cause pain and worry towards his friends, he’d at least want to be part of it. Knowing that either of his choices would ultimately end up in disaster. He picked the route where he knew the gang wanted him to be a part of.
“Mikey!!” He heard one of his friends call, if he had to count how many times his friends called out to him while he was spacing out he would’ve lost his mind trying to count. He was happy people were there for him, He truly was but sometimes...it can get really overbearing.
He glanced towards the person who had called out to him, seeing a face of pure joy and determination. Takemitchy looked nearly ready to cry a damn river. And Mikey only needed that face for confirmation.
He said nothing as he then bursted into a sprint, on the way to a hospital. Sparing nothing at a glance as he almost tripped and fell on his way, not caring about the fact that he looked like a madman running from god knows what.
He bursted through the hospital, ignoring the shouts from bewildered nurses who shouted at him to quiet down.
He stood near your hospital room, hesitating over and over again to open the door. He grabbed the handle, before letting it go once more.
He closed his eyes as he remembered the day vividly, the accident that nearly cost you your life. The way blood pooled from your body and the way the others had flinched and hesitated, in holding you, not wanting to accidentally put you into more of a critical condition that you had already been.
“Is somebody out there? It’s open!” He heard someone inside say.
He let out a low gasp, his eyes widening in joy, but then he cleared his throat, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply. He opened the door.
‘...I- I’m so glad’ he felt himself tearing up, only able to walk a few steps before he fell to his knees.
“Ah- Mikey you ok?” He heard you ask, ‘finally, f*cking finally’ “no. I’m not alright” He dragged his body towards your bed, almost crawling to just hold your hand.
“Sorry, I made you worry didn’t I?” Your voice, just as sweet as he remembered it. He couldn’t believe his eyes, you were finally here, and you were still talking to him.
A sob escaped his mouth, another one following, and another one, and another one. “I- i’m not alright, I thought i’d never be able to see you again….heuk….I'm so glad, I’m so glad you’re alive.”
He had sobbed as he held your hand, to which you smiled brightly at.
“Mikey, you idiot….Promise me you won’t do something stupid like that ever again.”
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just like magic
a/n: angsty fluffy. normal raph. there may be mistakes and it may be hard to follow through lol. but i hope you enjoy ❤
"y/n!! wait, please wait!!" the call of raph desperately trying to reach you fell on deaf ears as you angrily walked into the public so he couldn't come close.
it was so hard to decipher what you were feeling. betrayal, anger, sadness, embarrassment, pain. sometimes it felt like you couldn't even catch a break. he had been acting so suspicious and you couldn't help but recall what your best friend had said earlier, that when a boyfriend stop texting and calling back they were sleeping around.
he couldn't.... could he?
that one girl, amber, from the chief vincent crew had been crushing on him forever. you learnt that raph and her had a small fling years ago, before he ever met you. but other than that, you didn't know much else other than the fact that she absolutely hated your guts. the feeling was mutual of course but she never failed to make any small digs at you whenever you were together.
so when she came out of his room wearing nothing but lingerie, it wasn't an understatement to say your heart felt it had been stomped on the floor. leo, mikey and donnie were all out with their significant others so they couldn't even provide any help or shed any light on why she was in your boyfriend room
the reason as to why you came around was because you thought of surprising him, considering you hadn't even seen him for the last two weeks. he seemed to vanish for hours on end and while you didn't want to jump to any conclusions, you just had to talk to him. but seeing her come out of his room that he let no one in felt like a punch to the gut.
"when will you ever learn? first loves outshine any other" amber cackled in your face, swaying her hips as she left the lair. you couldn't even speak scared you would start crying on the spot. and the last thing you wanted was to give her the satisfaction.
you entered the room but aside her horrible perfume stinking the air, raph was nowhere to be seen. hell his bed looked empty. untouched. and yet his window was open, so perhaps he escaped? the more reasonable part of you disagreed vehemently, he wouldn't do this shit. and you couldn't trust that woman, she was out to drive you both apart
but this wasn't excusable either. the air felt constricting here, walls falling in closer so you left. angry tears on the brink of falling, the excited evening you had planned obliterated in small pieces.
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the small bench in the park was empty and you sat, trying to reel in those thoughts but they proved to be a challenge.
"y/n please listen to me, i can explain everything i swear" you rolled your eyes but stood up. hearing his part would at least put your mind at ease and those burning questions could finally be answered.
"you get one chance raphael. let's go to my place, i don't want other people listening in" you look into his pleading eyes, turning the corner and walking home with him eagerly following you close.
raph entered your room, thankful for the heat that flooded his system. he didn't realise how long he was outside and how cold he was until he bagn to shake slightly. he turned his attention to you as you shrugged odd your jacket, brows raised at him.
"no more secrets, raph. no more lies otherwise we're done" you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest. he nodded, ready to answer the oncoming slaught of questions that had been scorching holes in your chest.
"who is amber? and do you still have any feelings towards her??" your voice trembled a little at the end of that sentence, hoping her put your mind at ease. his jaw seem to clench slightly at the memory of her which brought some amusement.
"she's someone i thought i was in love wit'. 17 years old me didn't know shit at the time. after a while, i knew whatever we had was just infatuation. it was never gonna work out. she wanted a relationship while i was looking for something small. but that's in my past. i don't have any love towards her anymore. she was just a silly crush"
"she was your crush? doesn't seem like it" "she was. ya can't be mad at that because you've also crushed on guys before i came but that's a good thing! because they led us closer to each other and look at us" he holds your hand, his thumb gently rubbing over your knuckles which was something he usually did to reduce your stress. and against your will, you could feel those familiar butterflies invade your lower belly.
"but why was she in your room? looking very cosy in there, i might add" your jaw clenched tightly, glaring at the floor in order to contain your anger.
"she what?? y/n i promise i had no idea why amber was even in my room. i wasn't even there. in fact, i'm barely ever there most days" he rubbed the back of his neck, hesitating the last part.
"why?" your brow lifts and he sighs, grimacing.
"well... i... uh... got a job" he chuckles awkwardly, expecting you to burst in laughter. but you just seemed to have a confused look, intrigued at his comment.
"a job?" you ask and he nods, fidgeting with the end of his shorts.
"yeah... in construction. splinter thought it would be good anger management. i started doing it to also pay back for the necklace... that ya don't seem ta wear anymore" he narrowed his amber eyes around your neck and true to his word, you had taken it off. your hand touches your chest, feeling only the bare skin instead. the only reason you had taken it off was because he just kept being so secretive around you. and you didn't know who to trust.
"so that explains the extra muscles on your arms" you ponder and he laughs, flexing his bicep.
"they got us liftin heavy stuff" he rolls his shoulders, aching from last night. "i'm sorry for not saying anything about it. i didn't want to be laughed at" he chuckles but there's no humour in his voice, just nervousness which is rare for raph to ever have.
"you'd think i'd laugh at you?? i'm the last person to judge and i think it's a good thing for you. it's healthy to let your anger out in this way, i'm proud of you. but you have to stop with these secrets, they're only driving a wedge between us" your hand is gently placed on his knee which he appreciates, with you he never feels pressured to say things. you let him take his time which he's never found in other partners before.
"i know i just didn't want ta disappoint ya, i'm not a millionaire and i'm not the greatest looking guy either. i just wanted ya ta be happy at somethin-" "raph, you could never disappoint me. i don't care about money or fame, i just want you to be as serious about us, i just want to be there for you. but i can't do that if you keep pushing me away, hiding these things from me" you sigh your previous anger melting into sadness and relief.
"m'sorry princess, i do care about us. there's just things that i have trouble saying. but i promise i never mean to intentionally hurt ya" he cradles your hand, his gaze on the floor in deep thought. your head gingerly leans against his arms and his finger places comforting circles around your knuckles.
"where is yer friend? aren't ya supposed ta go out tonight?" raph remembered, looking around the room.
"yeah she's supposed to come soon but i haven't confirmed anything" you lean back on the bed watching his amber eyes narrow mischievously. in the way you grew to adore.
"so what i'm hearing is, we have time?" he smirked but you gently nudge his chest, shaking your head with an amused smile.
"i'm still annoyed at you" you chuckle when he smiles softly, his eyes shining under your lights. he leans closer to you, simply just wanting to be in your embrace.
"and i'll spend every moment making it up ta ya. let's just cuddle, i've missed ya"
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Danger days - Chapter two: "I'm the kinda that you wanna"
Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler x OC + My Chemical Romance.
Word count: 5.5K
Summary: Joey faces MCR after their awful first meeting. Matthew supports whatever she decides to do with her life. Gerard is still kind of an asshole, and Frank tries his best to be a better person.
Warnings: Cursing.
A/N: WOW!! I can't believe you are actually reading this!! thank you for the love!! I was gonna post this tomorrow, but... here it is.
Masterlist
Chapter one | Chapter two | Chapter three | Chapter four | Chapter five | Chapter six | Chapter seven | Chapter eight | Chapter nine | Chapter ten | Chapter eleven | Chapter twelve | Chapter thirteen | Chapter fourteen | Chapter fifteen | Chapter sixteen | Chapter seventeen | Chapter eighteen | Chapter nineteen | Chapter twenty | Chapter twenty one | Chapter twenty-two | Chapter twenty-three | Chapter twenty-four |
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::: Los Angeles, October 14th, 2010 :::
Mikey ate his breakfast alone, sitting at the kitchen island. He was thinking about the daily schedule, the band's upcoming tour, and clearly, the severe problems in his marriage, the one subject he kept trying to avoid.
His wife was still asleep, and he didn't want to be around when she woke up. He knew it only meant another fight. Whenever they were in the same room, it always meant an argument, and Mikey was tired of it all.
It was clear they had to get a divorce, but neither of them had brought it up just yet.
He and Alicia had grown apart in the latest months. It was hard with him touring for so long and his wife staying home, persuading her own future in the music industry. And after so much time apart, they were both tired of trying. It just wasn't working anymore.
Frank and Ray were staying at the same hotel. They drove together to the practice studio, doing their best to agree on their ideas about Joey. But they weren't really on the same page at all.
- "Just don't be an ass, ok?"- Ray said when he parked outside the studio, and Frank immediately lit a cigarette.
- "Yeah, whatever,"- Toro got out of the car and closed the door, staring at his friend leaning against the wall to smoke alone- "I'll be right there."
Iero grabbed his phone and read the messages in a vague attempt to think of anything else. But that didn't help at all; Joey parked her car just before him that very second.
- "Shit!"- the two of them said at the same time. Frank put on his dark sunglasses, and Joey grabbed all her things from the passenger seat.
- "I can't catch a break!"- she argued as she opened the door and decided to get over the horribly awkward moment- Hey!- she smiled and waved as Frank nodded- "How are you?"
- "Good, you?"
- "Good..."- and it was still awkward- "So, thank you for inviting me again,"- and Frank nodded again, not saying a word- "I'll... head... inside then."
Joey tried to smile, but it was too uncomfortable to bear. So she ran away.
- "Did you catch the game last night?"- Mikey asked as he sipped his coffee, while Ray grabbed a guitar and started tuning it.
- "No, I played video games until late."
- "What are you playing?"
- "Red dead redemption"
- "Cool, and Christa?"
- "She's back home with her parents,"- Ray kept turning the guitar and never noticed Mikey's sad face- "And Alicia?"
- "She's home. She was sleeping when I left."
- "Is everything ok?"
- "Yeah"- and again, Ray was so concentrated on his guitar, he didn't catch a glimpse of Mikey's sad look.
- "Hello"- Joey walked in, and the two guys smiled- "Am I too early?"
- "No, you are just on time,"- Ray stood up and grabbed a cup of coffee- "I got you this."
- "Oh! thank you!"- Joey was surprised by the gesture- "You shouldn't have."
- "I owed you,"- Toro kind of blushed as Joey held the cup and took a sip.
- "Black, no sugar. How did you know?"
- "I didn't know if you liked cream, and I got a lot of sugar on a side"- Ray quickly answered and showed Joey a bunch of sugar bags on a tray.
- "You nailed it."
- "Hey"- Mikey kinda whispered in a low voice- "I'm sorry, I thought you were getting us coffee and stuff yesterday."
- "Dude, it's ok, don't worry,"- Joey smiled and kept drinking her coffee- "Now I know if I get the job, I can get you black coffee with almond milk to brighten your day"- and he chuckled.
- "And thank you for coming over again."
- "My pleasure,"- Joey answered and stayed quiet looking at the two guys- "So... I saw Frank outside."
- "Yeah, he was smoking, and Gerard should be right here by now,"- Mikey took a look at his wristwatch. It was almost noon, and he knew his brother was going to be late.
Gerard was driving and smoking, trying to devise anything to avoid going to the studio and doing another audition with that woman. He didn't want to. Why? Way really didn't know. It was something inside of him that made him feel like he should stay the fuck away from her 'cos something terrible might happen. And he didn't want to find out what it was.
- "Hey"- Frank waved at Gee when he walked out of his car- "You are late."
- "Yeah, I didn't want to come,"- and Iero chuckled- "What are you doing here?"
- "I didn't want to get in just yet."
- "Is she here already?"
- "Yeah... she got here all happy like fifteen minutes ago."
- "Fine... let's get this over with,"- Gerard walked in and did his best not to look annoyed, which was virtually impossible, 'cos he couldn't stop frowning.
As soon as they walked into the studio, the image was Joey, Ray, and Mikey laughing like they were already best friends. And that got Gerard even more upset, if possible, and because of no reason at all.
- "Hey!"- Mikey stood up and hugged his brother.
- "Hi, nice to see you again,"- Joey reached out for Gerard's hand and smiled to do the same with Frank.
- "Thank you for coming,"- he whispered and cleared his throat. The drummer looked around at the band and started the speech she had prepared in her mind the whole morning.
- "Guys, I just wanted to clear the air here. If you don't want me to do this and you just called 'cos Tucker asked you to, there's no need to go through all this shit. I can go home, no hard feelings or anything"- and the band stayed quiet. Ray looked at Frank and waited for his words.
- "Joey, we just... why did you call Tucker? that was so rude!"
- "First of all, I didn't call him, he called and annoyed me for ten minutes before I told him what happened. And second, you were rude, you barely looked at me, you didn't even pay attention to what I did, and you clearly made up an interview to ask me to leave."
Joey directed those words looking right into Gerard's eyes and just spit the words, knowing that wasn't really gonna help her get the job.
- "Tucker didn't really lie, guys,"- Mikey said and tried to ease the mood- "You were rude at her, and I'm sorry to tell you, she's the best we've had so far."
- "Do you honestly think we can work together after what happened with Tucker?"- Gerard asked her, and she shrugged.
- "If you deal with the fact you were rude to me, then yeah, I've got no problem with it,"- and Frank huffed at that answer.
- "You made us look bad in front of a friend."
- "No, you looked bad in front of me, and when Tucker asked how had it been, were you expecting me to lie and tell him it was awesome? come on!"- Joey frowned, knowing that ship had sailed already- "This shit is high school all over again!"
- "I feel the same!"- Ray said and stood up- "Ok, let's get this straight, you two were assholes! And that's the main problem here! if she did or did not call Tucker to tell him about it, that's not the point!"
- "But dude!"-Frank tied to argue, but Ray stopped him.
- "No! this is our job, and we have to be professional. So now you are gonna be a grown-up, and you are going to apologize for being an asshole with no reason to her, 'cos she just came to apply for a job, ok?"
Ray looked more like a dad than like a band colleague at that point.
- "Sorry, Joey"- Frank whispered and looked down at his shoes. Ray looked at Gerard and raised an eyebrow
- "I'm sorry I was a jerk"- he mumbled
- "And I'm sorry I told Tucker you were assholes. He was really excited about the audition, and he was just trying to help me out. It clearly didn't work out, but he meant good."
Joey tried to be as nice as possible, thinking shit had gotten way too bad to even think about playing with this band.
- "Ok, now I'm gonna go so you can continue your drummer hunt."
- "Wait!"- Mikey held her arm and cut her a smile- "You should jam with us for a while."
- "I don't think that's a good idea. This got too complicated. And whether I'm good or not, I don't want this to be awkward for you. You are looking for someone to work with, it's your band, and you should be comfortable with who you choose."- Joey smiled and grabbed her bag- "I just wanted to thank you for apologizing and for caring about what happened. I'm gonna tell Tucker you are all very nice."- she joked, and the band looked at each other.
- "No, really, stay. We didn't ask you to come because of Tucker. We did it because we really want to give your audition another go,"- Frank's word surprised Joey. She wasn't really able to say a word back; she just nodded and smiled.
- "Great!"- Mikey clapped once and grabbed a bunch of papers from his bag- "I printed you some of the sheets of our songs,"- Joey held them and read them
- "Cool"
- "So... wanna warm-up?"
- "I already played two hours before I left the house."- she whispered, embarrassed of her confession- "Sorry, I just have this weird routine. I work out, eat and play in the early morning, just to get me through the day not killing anyone."
And Mikey chuckled. Frank kinda bit his lips to don't smile. He found it funny.
- "Great, then let's set us up,"- Ray smiled and walked to grab his guitar- "We remembered you were left-handed, so Mikey and I rearranged the drum set for you,"- Gerard raised an eyebrow staring at the scene.
- "Why is Ray so nice with her? Is he crushed on that girl? no way! he is a married man! married guys don't have crushes! it is impossible".
Joey read the music sheets and nodded. She had studied most of the songs, and though she had never been a huge fan of the band, she liked it enough to easily follow the tempo of each tune.
Gerard looked at her playing and hated the fact Mikey was right. She kept following each change they were doing and even threw a few herself that worked perfectly. He hated it 'cos she made it fun, and he wanted to hate her. Very childish of him, but yet, that's how he could describe it.
Frank looked at Mikey and then at Ray as they all played "Thank you for the Venom" and knew in his guts this was it. Musically this is what they needed. And also knew it was a shitty situation 'cos he had already made an enormous fuss and didn't really know how to fix it.
- "Shit!"- Ray said as soon as the song ended.
- "Yeah, that was great."- Gerard said and smiled. He knew he couldn't get away with it. Shit worked. And it worked awesomely- "Can we do "Parade"?"
- "Sure, just let me read it first. That's a long one,"- Joey said and grabbed one of the sheets. Mikey walked to his brother and raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to admit it.
- "I hate you."- Gerard whispered.
- "I know, just say it"
- "No"
- "Say it"- Mikey raised an eyebrow and kinda chuckled.
- "You were right. She's good,"- Gerard whispered, and his brother nodded.
- "God damn, I'm right!"
- "Ok, let's do this before I totally forget it..."- Joey said and smiled- "And who's gonna play the G note?"- the whole band stared at her, and she shrugged- "G note, not G spot, don't get scared"- Gerard chuckled, and he hated himself for it- "Come on pervs, let's do this!"
Somehow, Joey felt a little more in place between the guys, probably 'cos being a drummer, she was pretty used to hang out with men, from her teachers to classmates. She used to have girl bands growing up, but she found it easier working with guys professionally.
- "So, lunch?"- Ray asked and left his guitar aside. They had been jamming for over two hours.
- "Nice, I'm starving,"- Mikey did the same and turned to Joey- "Wanna come?"- she froze and looked at the whole band from behind the drums- "We are gonna go grab something to eat."
- "Yeah, then we can continue the practice,"- Gerard added and walked to the door. Joey kept in silence and looked at Mikey, smiling sweetly.
- "Ok... sure."
- "Great!"- Ray smiled- "Come on, are you a fan of Indian food? There's a fantastic place a few blocks from here!"
Frank sighed and walked outside to light a cigarette. He was sure Ray had a thing for Joey, and that upset him, most of all 'cos, just as Gerard had thought, Ray was a married man, and a happily married man, he shouldn't care about Joey that much. He was way into making her feel good. And that made Frank uncomfortable. And most of all, like a jerk for being mean to her in the first place.
- "Hey"- Joey appeared by his side all of a sudden and scared the shit out of him- "Sorry!"
- "I didn't know you were coming behind me."
- "Everybody had to pee. Apparently, they all have a small bladder,"- Frank grinned, lit a cigarette, and offered Joey one- "Thanks, I quit a few years ago."
- "Really? why?"
- "'Cos I stopped breathing... and found out I was asthmatic, which made total sense when I gave it a thought"- Frank nodded.
- "I shouldn't smoke either. My lungs are shit; I'm a bronchitis magnet."
- "I feel you"- Joey opened her backpack and took out her coconut butter hand cream. Frank looked at her and sort of smiled.
- "Do you want some? it's gonna be good to keep those tattoos from washing away"- Frank left the cigarette on his lips and grabbed the cream.
- "You are not even in the band yet, and you are making me use hand cream."
- "Tell you, what if I get the job I'll make sure I'll keep you moisturize every day,"- the young woman winked at him and saw the rest of the band walking towards them. She didn't notice Frank's face, who had turned purple after those words.
Matthew took a look at his clock as he walked outside the set. Joey should be back home by then, so he dialed her number and waited.
- "Hey, Akumu!"- he heard Joey's cheerful voice at the other side of the line and smiled.
- "Hey, Yami! How was it? Did you get the job? were those guys nice to you? are you ok?"
- "You are not gonna believe this, but we talked about it, and I have the feeling things are pretty much clear between us."
- "That's great, dorky! What are you doing now? are you back home?"
- "No, we came to grab something to eat, and then we'll continue rehearsing."
- "So you are still with the band then?"- Gubler was surprised, but happy things were working.
- "Yeah, and how's the reading going?"
- "Good, we've been at it the whole morning, now I'm about to eat something, and then I'll keep reading my lines."
- "Looking like a maniac pointing a fake gun made with your fingers?"
- "Just like any other day"- Matthew made a pause as he kept walking in circles, thinking about his girlfriend hanging somewhere with that band- "Hey, are those guys being nice to you?"
Joey looked back at the table where the band was eating and nodded, knowing her boyfriend couldn't see her.
- "Surprisingly, yes. They are all being very friendly. They apologize for being assholes yesterday."
- "Wow, really?"
- "Yeah, we had a weird deep talk in the morning. I think shit is cool now."
- "I'm glad, Yami."
- "Yeah, I've got the feeling they might actually give me the job."
- "That would be awesome."
- "I know! Anyway, Akumu, I have to go. I gotta do my best to be nice with these guys."
- "Please, don't be too nice. They don't really deserve it,"- Matthew joked, and Joey chuckled.
- "You are right, but mama needs to work."
- "But daddy can take care of you,"- Joey chuckled, making her best to process that information.
- "I love you so much, Gubler, but I can deal with this on my own."
- "I know you can."
- "Thank you."
- "I just wanna help."
- "Your support and love are all the help I need to make it."
- "So, what are we gonna do?"- Mikey asked his brother, and Gerard cleared his throat, looking at Joey talking on the phone on the other side of the diner.
- "I know you want her to stay, guessing Ray is dying to work with her,"- Gerard raised an eyebrow at his friend, and Frank nodded.
- "Yeah, you are way into that chick."
- "No way! I'm just trying to be nice 'cos you've been jerks."
- "Oh, come on!! you've got jizz all over your underwear!"- Frank's comment made Mikey laugh and almost choke with his lunch.
- "Dude, you went too far!"- Ray argued, disgusted- "And no, I don't have a crush on her, I just feel bad you made her so uncomfortable, and I'm trying to make it up for her."
The band looked at him in silence as Mikey kept coughing.
- "Dude, are you ok?"- Joey asked as she sat back at the table- "Do you want some water?"- and she reached out her glass to him, who took it and drank most of it.
- "Thanks"
- "What happened?"- the young woman asked, and Mikey smiled, breathing a little better.
- "We were talking about jizz"- Gerard covered his face with both hands as he heard his brother talking, and Joey laughed, nodding.
- "I'm so happy I was far away from you,"- Joey said and closed her eyes, pretending to be disgusted- "Anyway, Matthew says hi,"- she smiled at the band and continued eating.
- "Is he on set?"- Frank asked, staring at his food.
- "Table reading, tomorrow they start rehearsal and all those things I don't really remember 'cos I love him, but sometimes I don't follow all the steps into the shooting process."
They all smiled and nodded in silence for a moment. Gerard looked at Frank and lift his brows. Iero sighed and nodded.
- "So... do you wanna play with us for the next couple of months?"- Gerard just put out the question and stared directly into Joey's eyes. She looked at him surprised and didn't know what to say- "We have a very long tour, so we have to compromise to make it work."
- "I thought you hated me."
- "I don't hate you, none of us hates you... we just started with the wrong foot, but I think we can make it work,"- Gerard finished his words, nearly whispering. Joey's heart was racing. She couldn't believe she got the job, this was by far the best job Jo had ever have, and she couldn't wait to tell her parents. They were gonna be so proud.
- "I would love to play with you guys, thank you for the offering,"- Joey answered and grinned- "And again, I'm sorry for Tucker and all that shit."
- "Nah, forget it"- Ray quickly replied- "We know you are right for the band right now."
- "But if you are gonna be with us, we have to talk about the legal agreements"- Mikey said- "I hate that part, but we have to talk with our lawyers, do the paperwork."
- "Sure, not a problem."
- "And we are gonna need a tutorial to learn how to fucking spell your last name,"- Frank added and make everybody laugh. He looked at Joey smiling, and it felt like those few seconds were in slow motion, without any reason. Iero knew he was going to remember that particular moment for the rest of his life. He just didn't know why yet.
- "Yeah, what's the problem with your last name? when I called you yesterday, I had to practice it for a half-hour."
- "And you misspelled every single fucking letter in it, sorry"- she said to Ray and took a sip of her coke before she answered- "It's from Iceland, dad's from there. And my mom is from Colombia, which explains Maria Josefina ... I know, weirdest mix ever."
- "Wow, and what the fuck the last name thing?"- Frank asked and finished his food
- "Well, there your last name is defined by your father's name, so my dad's name is Sveinbjörn Sigmundsson"- the whole band stared at her with a blank look on their faces.
- "Sorry, what?"- Frank asked again
- "Sveinbjörn, it's a very common name."
- "Sure! sure it is!"- Iero laughed, and so did Joey.
- "Anyway, over there, your surname is your father's name and, in my case, the noun daughter, in Iceland, dottir, so my last name is Sveinbjörn, my dad's name, plus dottir, get it? Sveinbjörndottir, 'cos I am Sveinbjörn's daughter"- Gerard nodded and asked
- "And if you were a boy?"
- "I would be Sveinbjörnson... what's your dad's name?"
- "Donald"
- "In Iceland, you would be Gerard Donaldson"
- "Shit! my name would suck in Iceland!"- Frank grabbed his head and scratched it- "I would be Frank Frankson!"- and he burst out laughing
- "Dude! you are so lucky you are from Jersey!"- Ray said and turned to Joey- "So Maria Josefina is your mom's heritage and Sveinbjörndottir your father's."
- "Exactly, and that's why Joey is the best way to avoid people getting mistaken with my name."
- "Seems legit"- Gerard said and looked at everybody smiling. He turned to Joey and tried to study her face for a moment. Sure, her skin was paperwhite, and her eyes were slightly green, but she didn't look like the classic island chick you might imagine. Maybe there was too much Colombia on her.
- "What is it?"- she asked him when she found him staring at him.
- "Nothing"- he blushed and finished his coke- "I was just... trying to find any Icelandic feature on you"- she frowned immediately and didn't answer a word, obviously upset- "Sorry..."
Gerard drove back with Mikey. He wanted to avoid Ray being too nice at Joey, 'cos it still bothered him. And Mikey needed to talk about anything random with his brother to keep his mind busy.
- "Hey, maybe we should do something tonight"- Mikey asked his older brother.
- "Like what?"
- "I don't know... wanna go out? Maybe see some bands? Peter told me there are a few cool shows around this week."
- "Yeah, sure, let me ask Lynz if she wants to join us? what about Alicia?"- Mikey looked over the window and cleared his throat.
- "No, she told me she was meeting some friends tonight."
- "Everything ok?"
- "Yeah, it's all ok"- Mikey wasn't even making an effort to sound ok, but Gerard didn't notice- "So, thanks for what you did."
- "What did I do?"
- "You took an executive decision for the band"
- "I hope Frank doesn't kill me"
- "He won't"
- "And I stand by the fact Ray has a crush on her"
- "I don't think so"- Mikey's phone hummed, and he lazily read the text, "I'll stay with my parents tonight." Just what he needed, a confirmation of his lie. His wife was going to be nowhere to be seen that evening.
- "Hey, Lynz asked me to get something for dinner. Wanna grab something with us, and then we can go out?"
- "Sure."
Frank wouldn't stop talking. At some point during lunch, he just stopped trying to hate Joey. He ended up making joke after joke from the minute they got into the rented car until they reached the studio. He was so nice even Ray got worried. But then he thought Frank was probably overcompensating that girl for being such an ass before.
- "Ok so, Tucker ran naked from the studio, got into the car, and drove to get a burger wearing nothing but a cap?"- Joey nearly peed laughing at Frank's story.
- "Yeah!"- he reassured, laughing too- "And the studio was in this basement, and the family of our friend lived upstairs and completely saw him running around mooning everyone"- the drummer couldn't stop laughing, picturing her friend running naked all over.
- "Shitface never told me that story!!"
- "Oh, it's a good one!!!"- Frank chuckled and turned to look at Joey in the backseat- "So why were you touring with him?"
- "'Cos I had an awesome band, and we opened for Thursday for a few dates. I was still in college back then, and Tucker was like my older brother. He taught me a lot and saved me when I was drunk a couple of times, primarily for getting into fights."
Frank smiled and kept looking at Joey for a few seconds, and she cut him a big grin.
- "How come you don't have a band right now?"- Ray asked her and forced Frank to turn around and look at the road.
- "How says I don't?"
- "Do you?"- Joey laughed for a second.
- "No. My last band broke a few months ago, and I've been working on a few projects, but I haven't found people cool enough to share it with,"- Ray and Frank nodded in silence as they parked outside the studio.
- "Ok, kids. Back to work"- Ray said and opened the door. Joey did the same and smiled at Frank when he let her pass before him. She was sure he was extra nice to make up for being such an asshole with her before. And Frank was sure he had to stop being so nice at her 'cos he felt he was about to overstep the line, but he couldn't stop. It was like he stopped hating her to fully endorse a friendship with the girl one minute to the other
- "Get your fucking shit together, Frank."
Around five-thirty, Joey got into her car and sighed. She was exhausted and yet so fucking excited she felt she could run back to her place yelling. She had to wait until she was somewhere safe though, the band could walk out of the studio any minute, and it would be too embarrassing. Embarrassed herself in front of the band's first day working with them was something she wanted to avoid. It was too soon to show her real colors. No need to let them know she was a dork just yet. They had a whole tour to find out.
As she drove back home, she thought of everything that had happened that year. It surely didn't have a great start. Moving to Los Angeles to try to give it a go in music had been hard, really hard. If it hadn't been for her parent's support, she wouldn't have survived. But then she met Matthew, and it felt he could make everything better like magic. On top of that, she now had a real job playing with a huge band. That was a huge reason to celebrate.
- "So, what do you guys think?"- Gerard looked at the band and raised both eyebrows- "Is this shit gonna work?"
- "I don't see why not"- Mikey simply answered and grabbed his phone. Zero news from his wife. Not surprised either- Rehearsal was pretty well
- "No, I mean touring with a girl."
- "Oh, knock it, I thought we had passed that stupid problem,"- the youngest Way looked at brother pretty pissed- "Just grow up!"
- "Aren't you a little too sensitive?"- Gerard frowned and sat back on the couch.
- "No, I'm just tired. I don't wanna hear any more shit about how weird it will be touring with a girl or if Ray has a crush on her."
- "He totally does"- Frank quickly said, chuckling, though he felt slightly out of place saying that considering now he was extra nice with her too, and he didn't have a crush on her.
- "Very mature,"- Ray didn't pay attention to those words and looked at the band- "What we should be doing is preparing the setlist for the tour."
- "Is Brian coming tomorrow?"- Iero asked, walking around looking kind of bored.
- "Yeah, he said so, at ten, I think, to see the venues, schedules, crew. The usual,"- Ray answered and kept typing on his computer- "So, setlist?"- Frank's phone rang, and he walked away immediately.
- "Does anyone remember the name of the movie we watched the other day at my house?"- Gerard asked, looking at the ceiling.
- "The setlist"- Ray repeated.
- "No, it was the Hayao Miyazaki about the little girl."
- "Spirited away"- Ray quickly answered- "Now please! the setlist"
- "Do you think she was tripping?"- Ray looked at Gerard, annoyed, and closed the laptop- "What?"
- "I'm trying to work here, and you are not even listening!"
- "No one is. Why are you blaming me?"
- "Because you are not helping!!"
- "Wanna do the setlist, let's do the fucking setlist"- Gerard grabbed a notebook and a pen and started writing down the name of the songs- "There! A fucking setlist!"
- "What the fuck is your problem?"
- "I have no problem!!"- Gerard kind of shouted.
- "Can you guys please stop yelling?"- Frank asked, annoyed as he turned around, covering the cellphone and giving his bandmate a severe look.
- "Sorry"- Gerard whispered and look down at the sheet of paper.
- "What is going on there?"- Jamia asked her husband.
- "Shit has been kind of tense these last couple of days."
- "Why? preparing the tour?"
- "Yeah"
- "Did you guys find a new drummer?"- Frank sighed and walked outside to smoke a cigarette.
- "Yeah, we signed one today"
- "Great! What's his name?"
- "Joey, with an unpronounceable last name,"- Iero closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he added- "And it's her name... we booked a girl for the tour"- Jamia stayed quiet, processing the information- "She is friends with Tucker, he recommended her, and she is the best drummer we had."
- "Is she nice?"
- "Yeah, and her boyfriend is very nice too,"- Frank knew he had to add the boyfriend factor into the conversation quickly- "She is dating the nerd guy from Criminal Minds."
- "Really? he is hot"
- "I guess... anyway, we've been dealing with the drummer issue most of today, so shit is kind of sensitive."
- "Why? Someone didn't want to work with her?"
- "Well... I didn't"- Frank murmured
- "Why not?"
- "'Cos... I don't know. We've never included a girl in this band."
- "Maybe it's an excellent chance to do something different."
- "Wait, you are not upset we are touring with a girl?"- Frank frowned, not getting his wife's attitude.
- "Why should I?"
- "I don't know? 'cos bitches be crazy?"
- "Franklin Anthony Iero! you take that back!"
- Why are you middle naming me for?"
- "That was sexist!"
- "Sorry, I just thought you were going to be against this whole idea"
- "I think it's cool"
- "Really?"- Frank was in shock- "You are not going to freak out?"
- "No, I'm not going to freak out."
- "Thank you"
- "Besides, she has a really hot boyfriend. Do you think she can introduce him?"
- "Jamia Iero!!"
- "What? It's not like I'm gonna cheat on you. I just wanna stare at him... I bet he is tall"
- "Ok... that's weird for someone who has been a little too sensitive over fans lately,"- Frank joked, but that might have been just a huge mistake.
- "What are you saying? That I'm a psycho about girls around you?"
- "No, no, no honey, it was just a joke"
- "An awful joke"
- "I'm sorry"- Frank took a long drag of his cigarette and sighed- "How are the babies?"
- "Sleeping... I was gonna eat dinner and go to bed too 'cos I'm too fucking tired."
- "You should. Is your mom staying at home with you tonight?"
- "No, Evan is here today. He did some grocery shopping and cooked dinner"
- "He is awesome"
- "Yeah, he is on diaper duty until one, so I better get some rest"
- "Go, honey, talk to you tomorrow, ok?"
- "What are you gonna do tonight?"
- "Drive back to the hotel and play videogames with Ray"
- "Exciting"- Frank chuckled at his wife's words and stubbed out his cigarette.
- "Love you, honey"
- "Love you too"
Jamia was full of it. She hated the idea of Frank touring with a girl, but she knew making a tantrum was worse. They had had too many arguments about female fans already. The last thing she needed was to start a new one. But how was she going to deal with this new drummer? She seemed to be a major threat.
Joey walked into her apartment and jumped around in hyperventilation. She had tried her best to control her emotions all the way back home, but after she closed the door behind her back, there was no way she could stop her excitement.
- "I can't fucking believe this!!"- she yelled and jumped around the place until she finally laid on her bed and hugged a pillow. For the first time in a long time, she didn't feel like a loser. And for the first time ever, she could call her dad and make him proud, giving him the news of her new job.
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We Met Within This Screen (chapt. 3 PART 1)
[Donnie x reader]
sfw, part 2 here
"Leo?"
Donnie froze. Leo stood firm where he was. The atmosphere of the lab fell still and Donnie got up from his chair, slipping his phone into his pocket.
"I was getting ready," Donnie almost stammered out, though he managed to get through it barely. "Just…"
He couldn't think of anything to say. No excuses; he knew he was caught. Why would he have been smiling, chuckling at his phone? Why would he have been that distracted as to not detect his brother? There was no explanation to give. He was far less acute than their leader in his senses—less intuitive—to have been able to know that. He berated himself as Leo folded his arms and gave him a look of knowing. Always with that look. You knew you were busted when Leo deployed that one.
"You can either tell me what's going on now or you can do it out there, where everyone can hear," said Leo sternly, body partially blocking the exit anyway.
Donnie scratched on the same spot on the back of his neck that he'd always picked at when he felt uncomfortable. "I can explain," he finally said in a low tone. "Just let me. And please don't alert everyone else immediately. Promise?"
Pausing, Leo contemplated on his response, coming to the decision that he'd at least give him that. He nodded and motioned for him to start, "Go ahead."
"I, um…"
Donnie's heart rate picked up a bit as he began to feel a wash of embarrassment seep in. He'd never been very open to his brothers about how he sometimes wanted connection with the outside world. He hadn't thought much about love or romance given their situation, either, but it did crop up from time to time—he still never mentioned it.
Releasing a deep breath, he explained, "I met someone. Over a game. She wanted to text, and I figured that, since the possibility of—"
Leo halted him. "Time out, what? You met someone on a game, they wanted to text, and you just...agreed?" he asked, surprised himself by Donnie's actions. Before he would hear his brother's response, he continued, cutting him off once again, "Did you forget that there's a reason why we don't just go around talking to whoever?"
Donnie felt a spark of anger and he stood up straighter, stepping forward toward Leo. He hated nothing more than being implied he was stupid or naive. But he still kept his distance, and still tried to keep his voice low so that prying ears couldn't hear.
"Trust me, Leo! I've been talking to her for a few weeks. We only started officially texting recently. You know I've fixed up our phones so they aren't traceable; what is the issue? Am I not allowed to have my own life?"
Leo scoffed lightly, shaking his head. "Don, come on, dude," he reasoned, "can you even be sure that's a girl?"
Donnie's lip twitched in annoyance and he scoffed, himself. Of course he was sure! If he'd ever had any inkling he was being baited by an older man, he never would have played with them, or even agreed to text. But Leo didn't seem to listen to anyone's intuition but his own and Splinter's, and so he wouldn't hear out that argument. Donnie suddenly wished she'd sent a picture of herself so he could prove to his brother that he was not, in fact, that empty-headed.
"Also, you do have your own life, it's with us. Which means I have to look out for both you and the rest of the family. I mean it when I say this is risky. Don't be a fool, Donnie. Plus, what were you planning on doing when she eventually wants to know more about you? Lie your way through it? Even if she is who you say she is, it still doesn't change the fact that she's a human girl and you're a mutant. And you can't keep up the charade forever."
Donnie's heart panged at his last words. He wanted so badly to say that he was wrong, but really, he knew that Leo was painfully correct. He couldn't keep up the act forever. Not unless he wanted a friendship built upon lies and deceit by omission. As much as he hated to admit it, Leo was right; it was foolish to have thought it would somehow work out.
Silence befell them, and even though he spoke the truth, Leo felt bad upon seeing his face fall like that. He reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. "I know it gets lonely. We all do. But you have to face it, Don. That up there? It isn't for us," he told him gently, trying hard to lift the tension from the room. "Let's just stick to what we know best, okay?"
The shadows.
Eyes averted at the ground, Donnie swept the hand on his shoulder off. He walked right past his brother and grabbed some gear on his way out. "Yeah. Let's go." His reply was quiet and curt, steady as he could make it. Though on the inside, he was frustrated. Frustrated that he'd dug himself into a hole that he'd now have to not only dig himself out of, but let down someone else while he was at it. He'd have to let her go. Less angry was he with himself as he was his situation, and Leo knew that feeling well. He wanted to protect his brother—he just hoped Donnie would see that.
Out on patrol, they went about their routine as usual, but everyone noticed the mood-shift. Raph and Mikey were excitable as ever, but the other two were more reserved that night, not talking much to each other.
They leaped from one rooftop to another where they decided to stop for a quick rest, Mikey racing ahead of all of them as he vaulted from the roof and onto the next. "You guys are slow!" he called from the other side. He grinned and jumped up onto the scaffold of a water tower while Raph barrelled across the gap with a roll on impact, Leo choosing to take a flip. Donnie trailed behind and simply jumped the ledge.
"Yo, what's up, D?" Mikey asked through heavy breaths, picking up on his standoffishness. "You been quiet all night!"
"And you're slow as hell," Raph commented. While not as perceptive as Mikey, he had noticed the odd tension and was beginning to get suspicious as well. He knew someone wasn't saying something; he just didn't know what.
Leo and Donnie exchanged looks. He silently hoped that Leo would take the hint, but when Leo sighed and glanced back at the other two, he knew it was hopeless. He'd get chastised at for being ignorant all over again. At least by Raph, he judged. Mikey couldn't really talk because he'd been in a similar boat before, and now, he knew how he'd felt all those times they got onto Mikey for trying to make contact with humans.
"Well?" demanded Raph, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "You gonna tell us or what?" His eyes were on Leo rather than Donnie, because he already had an idea that they both knew something that he and Mikey didn't, but everyone turned to Leo when something like this came up.
Leo chewed on his lower lip for a second, conflicted as to whether he would come out with it or save Donnie's pride. They were brothers, family—he couldn't feel truthful keeping them in the dark. But he also recognized that it wasn't his place to say it. He instead turned to Donnie himself, looking for any sign of what they were gonna do. It was up to him, he concluded; if he wanted to stay quiet about it, he could.
Mikey was confused. Raph was growing more impatient. Donnie felt pressured to blurt it out. And he did.
Breaking, Donnie strung out, "I met someone online and we started talking and Leo found out and I didn't want you guys to know because it was stupid and...and...oh, just let me finish this now!"
Leo awkwardly stood back in silence while Raph looked at Mikey, then back at Donnie and him, and soon enough everyone was just staring at one another, all waiting for someone to say something, but no one did. Done, Donnie took his phone out and opened up the messages shared between him and her, holding it out for his brothers to see.
Without warning Raph snatched the phone from his hand and started scrolling, Mikey peering around his shoulder and trying to push him out of the way to see.
"You actually talked to a girl," Mikey awed. He was excited at first, but it faded when he thought about the fact that Donnie had kept a secret from them. They didn't keep secrets.
"Yeah, one named [y/n], who lives in New York City," Raph emphasized, "and works at wherever this is…and...how did you even meet this girl, Don? Is that even a girl?" he questioned Donnie accusingly, waving the phone around as he spoke. He almost dropped it and Donnie quickly took it from him, telling him to be careful as he slipped it back into the strap on his bicep.
Leo kept vigilant watch around them while the conversation played out, being the only one truly paying attention. His eye caught some erratic movement in a tucked-away alley down below them.
"For the last time, yes! She is a girl! And I met her on a game," Donnie answered, throwing his hands down.
"Save it for later, guys, we got company," Leo interjected. He pointed down at the alleyway adjacent to the building they were on and motioned for them to get moving, dropping down onto the fire escape of an apartment complex.
Raph bumped Donnie in the arm purposefully as they approached the edge of the roof, "We ain't done yet," he said, dropping onto the fire escape.
"Yeah, not done yet," Mikey added whimsically.
Groaning under his breath, Donnie whipped out his staff, and leaped down.
Mikey followed behind him, jumping the ledge and launching himself to the opposite balcony. They came upon the scene of a couple of men each carrying a sack out of a backdoor in a building, what was assumed to be the ringleader overseeing it from a car parked next to them.
They turtles were silent, perfectly hidden and moved within the black of night as they descended. Raph pulled out his sai and was about to drop down on one of the unsuspecting men when Leo shoved him back. "Hold on," Leo told him. Begrudgingly, Raph stood down. Donnie peered around the corner from ground level while Mikey clinged to a wall in the shadows. Above, Leo and Raph took the high ground, watching them from a balcony nearby.
"Hurry up and get this shit loaded into the car, I don't wanna get caught back here," a rough voice ordered from the vehicle. Donnie spotted another person in the passenger's seat.
"We're goin' as fast as we can!" one of the men spat back. All were beefed up, tattooed, and based on the scars, no strangers to a fight.
Raph looked at Leo with a smirk. Leo gave the signal and everyone closed in, red and blue dropping from the balcony onto the two completely unaware men, while Donnie and Mikey went to take care of those in the car.
"What the fuck?!" a man shouted, stumbling back as the duo dropped heavily in front of them. He tossed the sack away and Raph saw he was going to pull out a gun, which Raph went for immediately with his sai. He charged into the man before he could even try to aim and stuck the arm holding the pistol with his three-pronged weapon, forcing his wrist down and the gun to fall out of his hand. Leo took the other and barely had to use any force in pinning the man against the wall with his blade and forearm, but had to duck out of the way when Mikey came through swinging his nunchucks at one of the men who had tried to flee the scene.
"Watch where you're going with those things, Mikey!" Leo yelled, grunting as a crowbar collided with the side of his head. He spun around and threw his fist at whoever was behind him, an incapacitating blow to a human, but barely his full strength.
Mikey easily caught his target and gave his legs a mighty sweep to sent him tumbling down. "You thought!" he bellowed with a laugh. "Can't outrun M.C. Mikey."
Donnie caught the driver on the far end of the fight scurrying to pick up the sacks before making his getaway, and quickly he forcefully jabbed his staff into the solar plexus of the man, sending him onto his back. He was winded, coughing and struggling for air.
"Donatello! You good over there?" Raph called out, delivering one final kick to the stomach of the man he was on. Donnie heard the skid of a shoe on the pavement behind him and didn't even have to look as he whirled around with a swing of his staff, hitting the man in the head with near-devastating force. It was a knockout blow—the guy dropped, and the fight was over as quickly as it had started.
Donnie looked around and collapsed his staff, "All good," he answered curtly.
All five of the men lay on the ground, a couple flat-out unconscious while the rest hissed and groaned in pain. While Donnie inspected the sacks strewn around, Raph chuffed and kicked the gun that had fallen away from the hand that was slowly reaching for it, looking down at the pathetic criminal as he instead stepped on his wrist. The burly man let out a whimper, like a baby, and Raph chuckled.
"Just money," Donnie announced. All of them heard the sirens of police cars approaching. "Let's get out of here, guys."
"Those morons weren't even a warm-up," Raph gloated, fist-bumping Mikey. Leo and Donnie were already scaling up to the roof. "Guess if I want to be bored outta my mind, I'll find these guys again."
"Oh, we'll find 'em again," Mikey added, pulling himself up onto the fire escape. He glanced back and saw the red and blue flashing lights starting to round the corner. "But, uh, not before the cops do."
The four made their way back up to the roof and left the area. They still had some time left on patrol, so for a minute, they lingered around, Raph keen to reignite their earlier conversation. Donnie already saw it coming and mentally prepared to answer all of the questions that were about to be thrown his way—which he was correct about, as Raph proceeded to open with, "So, what, you're keepin' secrets from us now? Anything else ya been doing behind all our backs?"
"Cut it, Raph," Leo said, stepping between him and Donnie, "you know that's not it. Don?"
"We're your pals, man, you should have told us," frowned Mikey.
"I just didn't want anyone to freak out," Donnie explained, "and I didn't know I was going to meet anyone I liked that much, I was only planning on playing the—"
Both Raph and Mikey asked in unison, "'Like'?"
He scrambled to fix his wording. He cursed his nervous chatter; he couldn't help himself, he was uncomfortable. Maybe even anxious, because he knew he was going to have to face reality and break it off with his new friend.
"No, not—not 'like'. Like, not like that. I mean in general, as a person," he stuttered, floundering with himself.
Mikey knew he was lying. He knew it well. Though gullible at times, when it came to the heart, Mikey truly was the most in-tune out of the four. As for the other two, he couldn't say as to whether they saw the lie here, because sometimes, Donnie stuttered just because he was excited or frazzled. Other times, it was definitely because he was lying. The entire time he felt a little bad for his brother. He imagined himself in his shoes and it made him sad, thinking about having to let go of a friend right after having them in his life.
Putting a hand on his shell, Mikey shook him a bit, "You like her, bro," he whispered.
Donnie lightly pushed him away. "She's a friend," he clarified, eyeing Mikey.
Raph was silent for a moment while he thought about everything. He wasn't mad about the fact that Donnie has found someone as much as he was that he never said anything, kept a secret from his brothers. The four of them had a rule that went without saying; they didn't keep secrets from one another. Not about anything major, at least—which this was. He didn't even contemplate on what he thought Donnie should do about it, just that he'd hidden something significant from all of them.
"Still doesn't change the fact that you didn't seem like you were plannin' on coming clean with any of us," Raph huffed. "Not if he didn't catch ya." He pointed at Leo.
Donnie suddenly felt his temper flare, and he bit back, "What about you, Raphael? You constantly hide your feelings! How is it not the same thing?"
"Except for his anger, he's pretty upfront about that," Mikey quickly added in before sinking away from the two. Leo sighed and flicked his head. Donnie was right. Raph was a hypocrite and they were getting nowhere.
"My feelings don't endanger people around me," growled Raph, stepping in toward Donnie. They met each other half-way as Donnie wasn't about to back down from his brother, who he was not scared of. "That is absolutely different from what you're doing!"
"Guys, we need to get going," Leo stated, seeing how the moon was far its descent. "Splinter's clear about when he wants us back."
"I'm finishing this right now," Donnie said, pulling out his phone. He opened up the messages and began typing.
Hey. Sorry for the sudden message and I apologise, but I can't do this anymore
He hadn't noticed yet, but the last text he'd received was only twenty minutes prior, right before they dipped from the crime scene they'd just handled. It read:
Damn, I hear all this racket outside my apartment and it's kind of making me nervous
Like guys yelling and stuff getting banged
Nvm someone called the cops, I guess it's good now
Everyone was gathered around Donnie watching the screen as he typed. Raph and Leo both caught that last message. He pressed send and it was only then he saw it, too, and everyone slowly looked at each other in recognition. Everyone was thinking the same thing.
"Awkward," Mikey drew out.
All were at a loss for words. When a new message pinged, they all shoved at each other to get a good look. Raph accidentally stepped on someone's foot. "Ouch! Give me some space, guys," Donnie snapped.
What?
What's wrong?
Donnie looked sadly at the screen. He started typing his response, something skin to "it's complicated" followed by an apology, but Mikey stopped him. "Dude, you can't tell her that, it's gonna hurt her feelings!" Mikey exclaimed, "this is totally unfair! To both of you."
"Look, I ain't tryna be petty, but last time I checked, the rest of us aren't allowed to have human friends," grumbled Raph.
A new message popped up and it read:
Well...I won't question your decision. Bye Bo, I guess
Sighing, Donnie turned off his phone and put it away. He turned to everyone. "Happy?"
"Of course not, bro," Mikey responded. He looked around, as if expecting agreement. There was none; Raph stood away and Leo was watching Donnie's face go from annoyed to dejected. "Guys?"
Leo patted Donnie on the shoulder. "You did the right thing," he said. Donnie didn't say anything. "Alright, let's get going."
Chapter 3, part 2
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With love, Syverson
Captain Jackson Syverson x Reader 1
Michael (Mike) Syverson x Reader 2
Trigger warning: young parents, unexpected pregnancy, family issues, arguing; some angst (but also fluff), subtle mention of sex (no smut)
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
“Good morning, darling” you greeted Mike, who was in the kitchen table drinking coffee and eating cookies.
“Good morning” he replied as he yawned.
“Did you sleep last night or stood all night talking to your girlfriend?” Sy asked his son as he playfully touched his hair.
“No, I watched a few actions movies to cover the sounds coming from your room. There was absolutely no way for me sleeping with all those screams” Mike explained, annoyed yet amused. “Don’t stop, Jack. Please don’t stop” “You like that, babe?” your man’s son mocked quoting the things he heard the night before. Syverson and you shared a guilty look and then burst out laughing.
“Well, we’re not used to have company. And, if you’re doing a good job, your girlfriend should react the same way” Jackson teased Mike, proud of himself.
The young boy rolled his eyes and continued to look to his phone while finishing his coffee.
Once breakfast was over, Mike ran into his room to change and, after that, he let you know that he was going to see his girl.
The park was quiet, the only people there was a mid-aged woman walking her dog through the park and another couple sitting on another bench far from you.
Nerves had total control over you. You look at your hands as they tremble uncontrollably. Once again, you checked at your phone to see if Mike had text you but, there were no more messages. You never wished for him to be early, as you did this time. Yet, at the same time, you hoped he would take his time so you could find the right words.
“Sorry, babe! It took me ages to get here. I had to take the bus because my dad had to use the car today.” he apologized and kissed you, first on the cheek and then on your lips. His thumb caressed your chin while he smiled like a fool in love. Gosh, you loved how sweet he was. “Is there something wrong?” he asked worriedly. He knew you well, better than anyone.
“N...n..” you were trying to say no but, the word never came out. Instead, you burst into tears as he quickly trapped you in his arms for a comforting hug.
“What is it, babe? Tell me, please” he begged as he kissed your head.
“My parents kicked me out of the house,” you told him weeping.
“What? That can’t be possible? Why would they do something like that?” he exclaimed stunned and confused.
“Because they found out my pregnancy test” you explain.
Your boyfriend stared at you for a long minute. He looked at your face then your belly and then his eyes were looking at your eyes again. You nodded and then stood there in complete silence, giving him time to process the information. The gulp in your throat hurt. What if he decided he didn’t want anything to do with you anymore? You would be all by yourself.
It took Mike an hour or so to finally be able to speak again. He held your hand and squeezed softly.
“We would find a way” he assured you. “I’ll talk to my dad. He’s paying for my college studies. I will ask him to pay for yours instead and, I’ll find a job. I’ll see if he or my mom can give me a loan to pay for a place for us. We will be ok, I promise.” he finished with a smile,
“That boy it’s a bad influence on you,” your father once said but, he was wrong. Sure, Mikey was not that interested in studies and, he spent a lot of time playing video-games and talking to you but, he was sweet and had a big heart. You rest your head on his chest while he caressed your head and kiss you.
Sy’s big paws were placed on your back, pressing you against his chest as he kissed your neck. You could smell the food on the oven that was starting to burn but he didn’t want to release you. Just about time before everything was ruined, he allowed you to go check on it but, he moved with you while hugging you from behind and pressing kisses on your shoulders. Often you were surprised by the fact that a man who looked as though and with a job like his could be so sweet and clingy.
“You’re back so soon? I thought that you were going to have lunch with your little flower,” Jackson asked Mike as he saw him walked into the room while you were kissing.
“Dad, I need to talk to you,” the young man asked and his dad nodded and stood up straight, paying attention to his son. Mike looked around and then spilt it out “Y/N is pregnant”. His old man remained in silence so he continued “Her parents kicked her out of the house and she doesn’t have a place to go.”
The Syverson men looked at each other in silence. Mike was easy to read, Jackson on the other hand, he had his best poker face on.
“A thousand times I had the talk with you about safe sex. A THOUSAND TIMES, MICHAEL!” he said bitterly. He was no screaming but his tone sounded severe. “Now look at you. Look at the mess you made, boy!” he exclaimed.
“I’m not a boy, dad” he replied.
“Yes, you are. If you weren’t a boy, you would not be in this situation”
“I would like to remind you that you had me when you were younger than me” Mike pointed out; he was pissed at the way his father was treating him.
“Exactly, that’s why I tried so hard to teach you about safe-sex so you wouldn’t make the same mistake that I did” he shouted.
Mike stood there in silence. He always looked at his dad with nothing but respect, love and admiration but, at that moment, all he could see was a stranger with his father’s face.
“I’m glad to know that I’m a mistake to you,” he said stone cold. “Don’t worry, Captain, this mistake will no longer cause you any problems” he assured him and then look in your direction “It was nice to meet you” and after dedicating you a sweet smile and another cold look at his progenitor, he stormed out of the house.
Jackson didn’t say a word. Carefully, you walked towards him and wrapped your arms around his waist while kissing his back and pressing your cheek against it. He placed his hand over yours.
Mike walked away from the house. He was fuming. He reached out to you, cupped your face on his hands while looking at your eyes “I love you, I love our baby and, it doesn’t matter what it takes, I’ll find a way to support us, I promise you that” he said and pressed his head against yours.
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