#mikey oneshot

[airbendertendou]

bonten men seeing you with contacts for the first time.

[ glasses version ] no pronouns used / gender neutral. lowercase intended. cw : sanzu touches your throat non-sexually / non-threateningly , mentions of acne in kakuchos , reader wears a gloss / lipstain in kokos

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— MIKEY! ♥︎

it wasn't ideal, your current situation. putting on your most expensive jewelry ; practicing your laugh ; extending your vocabulary just in case — it wasn't something you did often.

however, your biggest investor was invited to a gala, therefore you were meant to join in aswell.

letting out a breath, you enter the ballroom turned meeting area. you blink, squinting lightly at the twinkling lights before relaxing your eyes. with a small nod to yourself, you put on your prettiest smile before turning left and beginning your evening of socialization.

your feet feel numb ; your voice is aching with use ; your eyes have long since dried out — and you hadn't even seen mikey yet. he was the entire reason you were pushed to this gathering. settling your back against a wall, you let out another breath, convincing yourself to stay for just a little longer.

"you look nice."

the voice gets your attention immediately as you straighten up. mikey stands alone, just a little ways in front of you. he tilts his head and you swear his lips tilt up the slightest bit. you smooth sweaty, trembling hands over your outfit before speaking. "i've been looking for you, mister sano."

mikey's eyes call to yours — you really can't look away. he lets out a huff — you'd never say he laughed. "we're past the mister sano bit, aren't we, [name]?"

"i guess." your eyes drop to the floor briefly, just to get away from his heated gaze. a small tsk is heard before your chin is held in a gentle grasp, pulling your eyes to his once more. "mikey?"

"better." his hand drops but your face is still warm from his touch. "let's talk somewhere privately, yeah?"

— SANZU! ♥︎

a movie you don't even know the name of plays in the background as you eat your chosen snack. all day you've tried to ignore him and his pearl-blue eyes that wouldn't look away from you.

you click your tongue, turning to send a glare his way. "you are staring, sanzu haruchi—"

with a squeal, you find yourself on your back. you let out an astonished laugh as sanzu's knees go to either side of you, caging you beneath him. you gape up at him in shock, "haru!"

"let me look at you." his voice is gentle ; tender in a way you hadn't heard before. sure, it'd been years since you spoke, but he wasn't known for being soft. your eyes widen at the thought — sanzu lets out a sigh, his body slightly sagging into yours. "there we go..."

you blink a few times, begging for your contacts to stay in place as they begin to feel dry at the edges — crisp the longer you keep your eyes open. you can't help but induldge him, though, let him look at you for however long he wants.

“how dare you hide this from me,” haru caresses your cheek softly. “can't believe you’re so pretty.”

"i've always been pretty," you reply with a small frown.

sanzu grins wickedly, his hand trailing down to your throat before laying it there. "yeah... always pretty."

— KAKUCHO! ♥︎

you're avoiding him. really, you're avoiding everyone in the office at this point. with a frown, kakucho gathers a handful of blank or useless sheets of paper, slipping them into an empty folder before heading over to your office.

"just leave it in the bin!" your hand stretches out, pointing to the blue, overflowing tray. your back is turned to him, hunched over as the sound of keys clicking meets his ears. his frown deepens before the back of your chair is grabbed and spun so you now face him. you gasp, "kaku—!"

he's kneeling in front of you before you can blink. a long, relieved breath escapes his chest as he settles his forhead on your knee. "god, i—[name], i thought something was wrong with you. thought i did something to upset you."

your bottom lip is chewed through, but you continue to nibble on it anyways. "...sorry."

kakucho raises his head so that his chin sets on your knee now. gone is his work exterior and in its place is the softened, lovesick daze he shows only to you. "they look nice on you — can see you better this way."

you let out a groan, throwing your head back before looking down at him once more. "i'm breaking out so bad right now! only thing people can see is that!"

he wants to reassure you — really, acne is normal and you're still beautiful with it — but he's so enamoured by you. the way your eyes are a little glassy because of your contacts ; the frown on your lips ; the way you've been stroking his hair mindlessly just because you could—

kakucho sweeps in and steals a quick kiss. you gasp again — kissing during work hours?! he was a horrid man. kakucho grins before patting your thighs and standing.

— KOKONOI! ♥︎

the feeling of guilt creeps up as koko's doorbell rings. his hair is tossed into a bun, white strands falling into his eyes as he opens the door. you stumble in, halfway through a sentence as he offers you a pair of house slippers.

"—and, really, you're doing me such a favor!" you plop down onto his couch unceremoniously, letting out a huff as you do. "this was the worst night for me. your call was a blessing."

kokonoi blinks as he stands frozen in front of you. with a frown, he bends at the waist and simply waits until you're looking up at him. you tilt your head, phone open on your notes app as you stop mid-way through your sentence.

sharpened eyes drift down the rest of your attire. wrinkle-free clothes ; your nicest shirt ; your lucky socks? all combined with the contacts you're wearing and the gloss staining your lips— kokonoi stands straight and crosses his arms. "where have you been, exactly?"

"a date." you let out another sigh, rolling your eyes at his rigid posture. "not a good one, i assure you! had the audacity, asking to see me again — after chewing with his mouth open and spitting his food all over mine! i can never look at tortellini noodles the same."

kokonoi taks a seat beside of you, the work he called you for out of his mind as he gestures for you to keep talking. "you called just when he was going to put his number in my phone." a sneaky, proud grin grows on your lips. "i have your bonten tattoo as the picture, so that really scared him off."

while you talk, you scroll on your phone until his contact photo is shown. it's true — his side profile is fully in view. what catches his eye, however, is his name. a simple haji with a spinning heart emoji sends his own heart into a frenzy.

at kokonoi's grin, you sense trouble. you clear your throat, taking your phone from his view before scrolling on it again. "what was it you needed from me, exactly?"

an arm is thrown over your hips as kokonoi pulls himself close. his nose bumps against yours before he slides just slightly away. "for you to not go on anymore dates. unless they're with me, of course."

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[mchlgayser]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 [tokyo revengers various]

⸻ cw: hurt/no comfort, triggering events and poor writing skills.

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𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎: too preoccupied with his work.

The sun disappears behind the horizon and the daylight soon fades. The once cheerful home, turn out dingy and dejected. Tears spew down your cheeks to your chin as you examine one single paper lay before your eyes. The saying above appear clear "Divorce Paper" with your signature on the very right and below.

"So, this is it?" You sneer, teeth grinding against each other "Don't 'so, this is it' me right now, you know well none of this would've have to happen if you could be a bit more considerate." He did not say a word, look down on the floor as if it could've been the most entertaining object in the world.

"I'm busy, there's too much works I need to tend-"

"You said that last week, and the other month and even months before that! How come you're always busy with your job that you can't loiter around with me even for a minute. You left at early mornings, before the sun pops out, you're gone, out of sight and when you came back, you're tired, hot and needed rest. I'm sick of it, Manjiro. I can't do this anymore, ...so yeah, this is it."

He didn't notice the luggage you had beside you until you pull it forward "I'll have my lawyer pick the paper tomorrow morning. Please have is sign by then." A last drop of tear fall cascade down your cheek, like a stray until you wipe it off.

"Goodbye, Manjiro."

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐈: cheated on you.

He said- No, he promised the last will be the last time. The last time you had to pick up the last shattering pieces of your dignity. The last time you had to faced the brutally honest reality of your marriage. He promised...

And yet, he broke it again. Today is supposed to be a good day. A happy day as it's a 'happy' birthday for a reason, right? But no, the happy day turned out to be your most saddening, fucked up moment in life. You left home to pick up a dress you custom made for yourself, to go buy your favorite cake at your favorite cafe. You didn't expect to come home, seeing him with your maid on the bed. She was half-naked, bra straps off her shoulder and his clothes thrash on the side.

It's a mess. The splat noise of the cake make a noisy sound and both of their ears perked up "Thought both of you had gone deaf that you both didn't hear me knock for five fucking minutes!" She frantically hid herself beside the bed, where you can't see her but you practically lunge at her, ripping strands after strands of her fake blonde hair "You fucking bitch. I picked you up at the gutter and this is how you fucking repayed me?!" Hanma tries to block into your attack but you punches him making him stumbled.

"And you, rot in hell with your fucking promises! I trusted you, not once, not twice but fucking three times!" He hold you by your shoulder but you slap his face away.

"Dont touch me! Don't you fucking dare..." Your punches ended weak and helpless. Tears pool beneath your eyes but no, they're not sad tears. It's resent, anger and betrayed tears.

"I'll file a divorce, fuck you and that bitch." You push him off, slapping him on the face one last time. The stone on the ring slash through his cheek and he bleed slightly "I'l fucking take half of your fortune, lustful bitch."

You turn to the woman "And you..." You peel the ring off of your ring finger aggressively and throw it to her chest "Keep that shit. I'm outta here." Hanma didn't try to say anything, just mumbling an apology before you walk out that door.

You turn back and look at him, he didn't look remorseful - he did, but it could never be enough to make you crawl to him once more "Shove your apology up your ass, Hanma."

𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐈: can't move on from his past.

At first, it was okay. You can even claim it to be perfect. But that was at first, soon everything gradually becoming worse. He started to get busy with works or as he claimed it. He told you he won't be coming home at a day but sometimes, he remained unresponsive for days. You don't know where he go until you heard from his close friend, Inupi that Kokonoi had been sleeping over at his house.

That means he was not so busy after all. You confronted him about it and as you thought he'll get angry, he remained calm and apologised. He just said that he wanted some time for himself. Of course, that's foreign coming from him as he's always been the type to want to stay close to you.

He still bought you monthly gifts just as he promised he would when you both first got married but they are just not the same anymore. He started giving you tulips when your favorite flower is gerberas. He started giving you white flavored chocolate, and that's weird. You always like the original flavor with nuts in it. Kokonoi just started making unusual mistakes.

Then, one day, he did it. The mistake he can't never undo. You both had Inupi over to your house because Kokonoi wanted to discuss something with him regarding business and when he left for the bathroom, Inupi unlock his phone revealing whom seem like a teenage girl with a peach blonde hair like Inupi and she's holding a bouquet of pink tulips "Sei, who's this?"

He turn to look at you, wondering who you were asking about "...Oh, this is Akane. My older sister. She passed away when she was 16." You nod your head, sadden to hear that.

"I'm sorry for your loss." You look at Inupi then to the ground "But, can't I know if she had any sort of relation with Kokonoi before I met him?" Inupi is confused as to why you'd ask that but he nodded his head.

"Koko used to like my sister."

And he came into the living room. You turn to look at him, almost livid "Is that so..." Both Kokonoi and Inupi look at you, confused.

"What is it?"

"Can't you move on?" Your question caught both of them by surprise, especially Kokonoi "You've been buying me stuff recently but they're never what I like. You got me pink tulips, cute hairbands and books when you should know damn well I like none of those."

"Did you think of her when you got me all of those? Or was it Sei's sister you're trying to give that gifts to?" He tried to explain himself but you kept cutting him, not wanting to hear none of his excuses.

"Please, just listen Akane!" The silence defeaned and the occasional sound of the wind whisper in the background as it soon faded. You look at him, wide eyes "Wow. You are incredible, Hajime. So. Fucking. Incredible." You tried to walk past him but he kept you back, trying his best to talk it out.

Inupi just sat there, dumbfounded. He only back in his trance when he heard a crash and the vase on the table smash to the ground with puddle of water and the pink tulips scatter on the wet carpet.

You stare down at the tulips, scoffing to yourself "This is enough. I'm not nobody's rebound, I have respect for myself... I can't do this, I won't." You push him off and tread to your bedroom, slamming the door shut leaving Kokonoi alone in the living room as Inupi too, got up and left, disappointed by his friend's behavior.

𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈: constant jealousy and overprotective.

You know what you put yourself into when you started dating the Ran Haitani. Ran can be obsessive with you, overly jealous with whom you befriends with, and got really protective over it. But you'd never imagine even in your wildest dream would he start to oppressed your freedom away from you - objecting your idea to meet anyone other than him, that includes your family members as well.

You put up with it, begrudgingly until today, it's an important date for you to attend and besides, it's been a while since you meet your family members so you went ahead, not bothering to tell him because you know well he will say no, no matter how hard you. You are having a great time with your family, chatting together after a while and leaving Ran texts from time to time but you certainly did not expect him to burst his way inside the venue, all rigid and mad.

How rude of him. He pull your hand and immediately get you out of there "Ran, stop. Ran, stop it!" You smack his back and he halt in his steps. He look back at you, glaring down at you with his jaw clenched.

"Just what the hell are you doing, Y/n? Going out behind my back like this and for what? To flirt and whoring around─" Smack, blood trickles from the corner of his lips when you slapped him across the face.

"You had no respect for my family, and for me, Ran Haitani. You failed us." He tried to put his hands around you shoulder but you pry his hands away "Don't. I put up with your ridiculous acts for years. I obeyed like a goddamn dog for you to disrespect me like this? You are fucking insane, Ran..."

"Love, I just don't want you to mixed along with that kind of people─"

"What kind of people, Ran? They're my family. I may have not like most of them but they're my family and the least you should do is respect them as I do. You barged in, acting like you're the main event, embarrassing me, and disrespected them. You may think you're above others but you're not. My family, we may not be as rich and lavish as you - if we're talking about lifestyle, we're alien to each other but I always expect you to be kind, Ran Haitani."

"You can't go around acting like the world revolve around you. I can't, and I'm sorry for that." You look up at him with pitiful eyes "I'm going now, good bye." You turn around and enters the same room he barged into a couple of minutes ago.

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[softxsuki]

Hi!! Congrats on 1.5k! May I please request 10 troupe with Shinichiro from Tokyo Revengers x fem!reader? Thanks in advance and I hope you have a good day! 💜

1.5k Follower Event Trope 10: Tokyo Revengers

Trope 10: Marriage of Convenience

This event is CLOSED. You can check out the masterlist here.

Pairing: Bonten!Mikey x Fem!Reader

Warning: mentions of killing, bad childhood, stalking, injury, blah

Genre: idek, kinda fluff?

Post-Type: Oneshot (so much for drabbles smh)

Word Count: ...1.1k (oops)

Note: Hey! Thank you so much. So for my tropes, you're only supposed to send in a trope number and fandom name, then I pick which character from that fandom I think it matches with the most! I've also already written one of these for Shinichiro hence why I've written this for Mikey. I hope you still enjoy it though, I love this trope! Also side note: I’ve read like 2 seconds of Bonten Mikey but I felt it fit this trope more SO if this makes no sense, you know why :)

Marriage was the last thing on Mikey’s mind, until your father approached him with a contract that included you and part of the city he owned, in return for protection from Bonten and the chance to make Bonten grow even more powerful. Naturally Mikey agreed, taking little interest in you as a factor, but desiring to see his gang flourish even farther.

As the daughter of a gang leader, your role since birth had been to be used as a means to help your father, ensuring he was always well off. There was not a day when your father thought about you or your own feelings. 

You were handed over to Mikey straight away, allowed to pack up the few clothes that you had, along with any other personal items. Meeting with him briefly to sign a few marriage documents, signing away your life, and ultimately leaving one prison and entering a new one–or so you thought.

For the most part Mikey left you alone to do as you please, only giving you a few rules to keep you safe and away from the darker areas of their base where you were staying. But you were given your own room that was nicely decorated, new clothes that fit you perfectly, and the freedom to do as you please within their building. It was more freedom than you’d ever had in your life.

Even though you were trapped in what you thought was a loveless marriage, at least everyone treated you respectfully. Though, Mikey found himself opening up to you in ways he’d never opened up before after all the trauma that he befell in the past. He admired how you carried yourself, standing tall and proud despite being thrown in an unfamiliar place by force, the least he wanted to do was make you comfortable…but why?

He found himself inviting you to the dining room for meals with him, quite enjoying your company even if you ate in silence. Flowers and other gifts were left by your bedroom door, shocking you. Why was he doing this for you, wasn’t this just a marriage of convenience? There was no need for heartfelt gifts and attention like he was giving you.

But Mikey couldn’t help himself, he felt lighter around you as if he could finally breathe again and it was such a relief–a good change from the usual heaviness that clouded over him. He realized you were slowly becoming someone he wanted to keep happy and safe; he wanted to protect you from the cruel world that existed outside those walls, the cruel world he was also a part of. 

Mikey kept his feelings to himself, aside from the random gifts he’d leave you and quality time he’d spend with you every now and then. That was until one day you were granted access to wander outside in the city, saying you needed fresh air. Enemy gangs were always keeping a close watch on Bonten headquarters, just looking for any weakness that could cause the huge corporation to plunder, and finally they had one–you. 

Word that Mikey had taken a wife spread quickly in the underground world, a potential weakness of the big boss man behind Bonten, everyone was waiting to get their hands on you to bring Mikey crashing down–and that’s exactly what happened.

A few blocks later as you walked peacefully through the cool streets, loving how calming the area was at night and enjoying your new found freedom, that all came crashing down as you felt the presence of someone following you. 

At first you thought nothing of it, but every turn you made, they made and when you turned around to glance behind you, they’d stop walking and pretend to be busy with something. You quickened your pace, your heart beating out of your chest at the prospect that you were in danger and needed to get back home quickly. The man noticed this and also fastened his pace, getting closer and closer to you.

You begin running, but you’re not fast enough as a hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you down to the floor.

“Gotcha,” the man grins. “Let’s see how riled up your husband gets when we send your head back to him.”

Fear fully floods you as the man takes out a knife and approaches you with it. He only manages to scrape your cheek though before adrenaline kicks in and you push him back with the strength you didn’t know you had, jumping back to your feet and running full speed back to your home–back to Mikey.

Upon returning back to your home and bursting through the door with blood running down your face, mixed with tears, you ignore the questions of Mikey’s men who were keeping watch by the front door and run to your room.

Urgently, the men report to Mikey who jumps up from his seat and runs to your room, bursting your door open, not caring if you were decent or not.

“What happened?” He demands, closing the distance between you as he approaches your bed where you’re sobbing into your pillow.

When you don’t speak, he sighs and gently takes your hand, pulling you into him. “Let me see,” he softly says, guiding your chin up so he can get a better look at your face, gritting at the cut that had been so close to hitting your eye. 

His fingers wipe your tears away and slowly graze over the cut–he was upset. “Who did this?” He hisses. Who would dare place their hands on his wife?

You felt surprisingly relaxed and safe in his arms as he held you close, never once breaking eye contact with him, you had no choice but to fill him in on what happened during your walk.

“I just went out to get some fresh air and take a quick walk, but I noticed someone following me. I tried getting back here before he could catch up to me, but he was too fast. He said,” you gulp, fear once again filling your body as you remember the man's words. “He said he was going to send you my head back.”

Mikey was seething now. Not only had someone harmed you, but they’d also threatened to kill you? 

“Sanzu!” He screams, calling his most trustworthy man to enter your room, to which the pink-haired man appears immediately. “Have a few men patrol the area, I want any suspicious men taken in, I don’t care if you bring in everyone, I want him found, whoever it was that did this to my wife,” he grits, holding you tightly to him. 

Though anger was bubbling up inside him, he couldn’t help but feel slight relief that you were still alive and safe in his arms. He couldn’t lose you too…

That man would be tracked down and made an example out of. No one would dare try to harm his wife again. This marriage was now real to him and Mikey would do anything to protect it–to protect you.

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Posted: 10/23/2023

[navithescribe]

So, @tmntxthings wrote me this because I have been having a tough time lately, and I was in need of some turtle-comfort, and I love it. 💕

Thank you again, sweet Grace, I really appreciate it. 🫶

[ranhaitanisgf]

Can I pls request a class president and delinquent w mikey, and the pocky game??? For the scenario Mikey got dared to play the pocky game w u. (The both of u are on good terms w each other) u accepted and covered his eyes to make it easier for him (his cute flustered face ;-;) and u kissed him while bitting the pocky.

— sano manjiro (mikey) // delinquent & class president // pocky game

[𖤐] anon...ur a genius for this. flustered mikey is the best one so that's what i did lolol. ty for requesting (2 years ago 😭) and i hope you all enjoy my lovelies! xoxo

wc: 1.1k+

masterlist || 2k masterlist

your pen scrawled across the paper, completing the work that you had to finish before the end of the day. the budgets for clubs was not to be messed with; the club presidents were very passionate, and if you didn’t have a budget for them in time, they would probably go nuts, (you’re not sure what it entails, but it’s enough to get you going on the work). 

the sliding door to the empty classroom opened up, making you flick your eyes up briefly at who was entering. 

“yoo, are you in here (y/n)-chi?” you smiled a bit at the familiar voice, your heart speeding up a bit. 

“right here.” 

“i finally found you! you’re a hard one to find, y’know that?” mikey whined. he looked around the classroom, not seeing anybody else and grinned. “what’re you doing here by yourself?” he asked, sitting down in the chair in front of you and facing you. you didn’t even have to look at him to know that he was definitely up to something. 

“i’m not a very hard person to find, mikey, i’m sure you were just looking in the wrong places. and i’m working on the budget for this year’s club, since i need to be able to have it done today to get it reviewed by administration.” mikey blew a raspberry at you. 

“boringggg…you never do anything exciting, do you?” 

“hey! for your information, i do lots of fun things! just not during school or student council hours!” you huffed. mikey tilted his head at you, questioning your words a bit. he resembled a confused child for a moment, (it was pretty cute). “aside from that, why were you looking for me? is there something i can do for you?”

“well, i got dared to ask you to do something, but’s it’s fine if you don’t want to do it.” pausing your writing and looking at mikey, you noticed a bit of a flush in his cheeks as he mumbled the last part of his words. 

“oh? consider my interest piqued. what is it?” you set your pen down, giving him your full attention as a playful smile played across your lips. 

this should be interesting. 

“...p…game…” 

“hm? i didn’t quite catch that.” mikey whined and groaned a bit at your teasing voice, huffing as he avoided eye contact. 

“...the pocky game…” your eyebrows shot up at his words; you definitely had not been expecting that, (although it’s hard to expect anything that mikey says or does). 

“oh, uh, i see…” you said out of surprise. 

“it’s fine if you dont wanna, it was just like a dare so it’s stupid…”

“no, i’ll do it.” 

“…wait, really?!” mikey shot up in his seat, his hands slamming onto your desk as his eyes damn near sparkled with happiness, (seriously, how was he always so cute?). you giggled a bit at his reaction, taking your papers off your desk and setting them to the side. 

“yes, but hurry up before i change my mind!” 

“wh-uh, okay!” mikey dug through his pockets, looking for something, before he sat back down again. from his pocket, he pulled out a box of pocky, sitting down and setting it gingerly on your desk, looking nervously to the side. you raised an eyebrow at him, a teasing smile on your face. 

“are you embarrassed, mikey?” 

“w-what?! nah, of course not! who do you think i am!! i am-”

“pff, i’m joking. you’re just too cute to tease.” you laughed. mikey’s cheeks puffed up as he glared at you, though you knew the glare was fake since you could see his cheeks coloring up a bit more. he started mumbling things, too low for you to hear, as you opened up the box of pocky, taking one and slipping it between your fingers. mikey still wasn’t looking at you, making you sigh a bit. 

“you’re cute, but you need to look over here in order to do this, you know?” you couldn’t help the teasing lilt in your voice; he was just acting so different than he usually acted that you just had to tease him. mikey finally turned his face over to you, scooting a little bit closer and resting his arms on your desk. 

“you’re being really mean right now, i thought you were supposed to be nice…” 

“just because i’m student council president doesn’t mean that i can’t tease you.” before he could say anything else, you slipped the pocky stick between his lips, effectively silencing him. now that he couldn’t turn away from you, you were able to see the flush along his cheeks and ears a lot more clearly. a small laugh slipped from you at the sight. “since you’re sooooo embarrassed, i’ll make it a little easier for you.” you placed a hand over both of his eyes before putting the other end of the stick between your own lips. you could tell that he tried to protest, but the pocky stick effectively silenced him. 

for a moment, nothing happened. 

then, chomp! 

the distinct sound of you biting the stick. 

you took a couple more small bites before mikey finally bit the stick a couple times. your noses were close to touching at this point, and you could feel his breaths fanning across your face. the pocky stick was rather small at this point, making your heart skip a couple beats. 

oh, whatever. 

after a moment of pondering, you went for it. you bit the last end of the pocky stick, pressing your lips against mikey’s. his lips were a little chapped, but they were warm and they fit perfectly with yours. a couple seconds passed before you pulled away, chewing the rest of the pocky in your mouth as you took your hand off of his eyes. 

that expression makes it all worth it. 

there was a deep flush across his face now; it spread all over his cheeks and covered his ears as he gaped at you. 

before he could recover, you gathered up all your belongings, hefting your stack of papers in your arms. 

“well, i have to go drop these off now.” you leaned closer again, pressing a soft kiss against his warm cheek. “i do hope you’ll be attending all your classes tomorrow.” you whispered, smiling at him. you pulled back, admiring the shocked and flabbergasted look on his face as he tried to form words. 

“y-yeah…” he managed to get out. 

“great! see you tomorrow then!” before you left the classroom, you peeked back at him one more time. 

you had to resist giggling as you saw mikey brushing over his lips with his fingers, his eyes wide. 

oops!

[reissancesstuff]

“Boss Is Smiling... What Happened Last Night?”

Genre: Crack | Domestic Fluff | Teasing

Characters: Bonten Mikey x fem!Reader

The Bonten HQ was unusually peaceful that morning. No yelling, no tension, no blood.

Even more shocking—Mikey walked in smiling.

Not the neutral, unreadable smirk he usually wore like armor.

No.

A genuine, relaxed smile. Hands in his pockets. Hair slightly tousled. The faintest mark on his neck (no one dared point that out).

The rest of Bonten blinked like owls.

“…Am I hallucinating?” Ran muttered, nudging Rindou with his elbow. “Is he smiling?”

Rindou leaned back on the couch, arms crossed. “Something’s off. He’s either planning a massacre… or he got laid.”

Kakucho coughed into his hand to hide a laugh. “He’s humming. He never hums.”

“Should we ask?” Mochi whispered.

“Do you want to die?” Takeomi deadpanned.

The door opened again, and you walked in, wearing Mikey’s hoodie, hair still a little messy, cheeks flushed from the morning chill. You carried a bento bag in one hand.

The boys collectively stared.

“Good morning,” you greeted sweetly.

“Morning, (Y/N)-chan,” they chorused like students greeting a teacher.

Mikey walked over, plucked the bento from your hand with one hand and placed his other around your waist, pulling you in without hesitation.

The others watched as Mikey kissed your temple.

Right. In. Front. Of. Them.

Koko dropped his pen.

“…So it was sex,” Rindou whispered under his breath.

You blinked. “Hm?”

“Nothing!” they all said in unison.

You tilted your head but didn’t question it, smiling softly at your husband. “I put extra rice in yours.”

“Good,” Mikey said. “You’ll need to feed me later.”

“Oh,” you blinked, flustered. “O-okay.”

The rest of Bonten silently screamed.

As you left the room, Mikey turned back to them.

“What?”

Everyone straightened like soldiers.

“Nothing, boss!”

But once he left too, the silence broke.

Ran leaned in. “Who knew the key to keeping Mikey sane… was literally keeping him satisfied.”

Rindou groaned. “I’ll never look at bento rice the same again.”

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Alpha male reader with omaga mikey and they are with each other and Mikey heat comes Unexpectedly ♦️

Pairings: Mikey x male reader

Warnings: Alpha male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom/omega!Mikey, lots of pet names, clingy sex, public sex, biting, heat, knotting, brief mention of pregnancy, reader is called "sir + master"

It's a crisp, spring day and you are a humble alpha taking his little omega boyfriend out to the park. As usual, Mikey's first move is to find the food stalls and buy a snack to eat while you take a stroll. Something sweet, obviously. Because what's a daytime park date without a little sugar?

If you're lucky he might even share a bite with you (!!!!!!) without you asking! Your lips linger around Mikey's fingers for just a few seconds longer than they need to, and the omega feels a flush of warmth hit his body from the inside. He shrugs it off though, and your date continues over to a bench by the water.

“A lot of ducks here today, huh?” you comment. Eyeing the feathered creatures as a dozen or so glide along the water's surface.

Mikey looks at you with a raised eyebrow, “I didn't think anyone seemed that rude… that one kid even smiled as we passed them.”

You returned his puzzled expression with one of your own, until it clicked, and you snorted as you corrected him. “Ducks, Mikey,” pointing towards the water in front of you. “not dicks. You've got a dirty little mind today, dont'cha?”

“What do you mean?! That one mistake doesn't make me some pervert, like you think I am!” Mikey pouted, crossing his arms over his chest and swiveling away from you.

Your boyfriend's childish nature is adorable sometimes (and annoying at others…) — huffing while he avoids eye contact, even turning his body away from you so he can pretend to be mad. Such a cutie~

“Uh-huh, sure.” you said sarcastically. “Don't think I didn't see the look in your eyes when I "accidentally" sucked on your fingers earlier. Your mind went somewhere very naughty, and we both know it~” Your teasing turned the tips of Mikey's ears red in an instant, filling his mind with many ideas. In that moment, all the blood in his body rushed downward, causing his soft shaft to slowly swell and rise—creating a small bulge in the front of his pants.

As you turn your attention back to the natural world surrounding you, a soft whine makes your ear twitch. You glance over and notice the deep red taking over Mikey's cheeks and nose, and the way his fingers dig into the wood of the bench you're sitting on. “M-Mikey…?”

The utterance of his name sends another jolt straight to his cock, filling him with an unbearable heat that spreads to every last corner of his body. He's wheezing now, mouth open as ragged breaths come out and his chest heaves. You stare at the sudden new state of your partner in shock — is he getting a fever?! Is this spot too sunny?!

“Hey, babe, are you– are you alright?” you touch the back of your hand against his forehead, and it almost feels like Mikey got a terrible sunburn. “You're burning up! Uuuhh… should we move somewhere with shade?!”

“Lower… touch me lower pleeeaasee~ ” he whines. His thighs tense, rubbing together a bit as he tries not to let a glob of precum spill from his dick. “Please, sir… I need it– mMFhjkD–!! I need Master's touch…”

Wow. Ok, this is embarrassing! As your eyes scan your immediate surroundings, you find that most of the people are over towards the center of the park, or by the entrance. There are still a few people nearby though, and they could probably see or hear you if you do anything right here–

“Mikey, wh– are you…?” you're cut off by Mikey grabbing your wrist and forcing your hand into his pants, unzipping them so that you can fit your whole hand down there. His tiny cock has swelled so much, and the insides of his clothes are soaked already! There's a wet mess sliding down his thighs and pooling underneath his ass.

While you try not to alert any other park-goers, you discreetly palm your boyfriend underneath his clothes, rubbing at his entrance and nearly easing a finger in there. This alone causes your balls to tighten, and you sense something a bit more primal bubbling towards the surface as Mikey whimpers and thrusts his hips wildly — like an animal in heat.

“Mikey, why didn't you tell me your heat was coming on? We could have stayed home — taken care of this properly. The park could've waited.”

“I-I didn't– gnngh-! I didn't kn-know… I swear!” he stammers between noises of ecstasy. “OoOOohh mm~ yeah~ I didn't feel any-thiiing aaAhhH!! A-anything until after we got here… hnngh…” you have to quickly cover your boyfriend's mouth, lest he moan any louder and draw someone's attention.

Well, now that you're less concerned about his health, and you know why Mikey is red and a million degrees, now you have to make a quick decision — how are you going to take care of this? You could try to take him back home, where you'd have all the privacy possible to fuck him silly until this heat subsides. But, looking at the state your boyfriend is currently in, you don't see that working out very well. He's too far into this to walk that far… The park bathrooms aren't private enough, plus they're not all that clean. You guess…

“Pl-please please please please– it huuuurts…” Mikey cries, prying your hand away from his lips and trying to get both of your hands down his pants.

“No — zip these back up, quickly–”

“NONONONONO PLEASE—I'LL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU, MASTER, PLEASE–!!!” Mikey screams, clinging onto your arm like a child would to their parents when they don't want them to leave.

You slap a hand over Mikey's mouth again, nearly flying off of the bench to shush him. “SHH! Be quiet! I'm GOING to, but we can't do it right here! It's bad enough that someone probably saw us already… we're in public, Mikey! We can't just do it in front of an audience!”

Another pitiful whine reverberates into your palm, and the blond's black eyes well with tears as he reluctantly zips up his pants, feeling lonely without your hand on him.

“Get up, hold on to me if you need to.”

Mikey stumbles as you begin walking somewhere, wrapping his arms around your elbow and nuzzling his nose into the exposed skin. That little inhale of your scent has him clenching his legs together for a moment as a dribble of precum leaks out of his tip.

That whole display only causes your hormones to kick in further, bringing an uncomfortable wave of heat to your body now. It's all you can do to lead Mikey along until you come to a rather large hedge on the outer edge of the park, barely covered by a few trees and a fence on one side.

“Why are we… over here?” your little omega asks.

Before you answer, you scoop him up and lay him down on the grass. “Fixing our little "problem"—fuckin'… nngh-” you growl impatiently, “Look at what you did to me, honey…” the very obvious dick-shaped bulge in your pants made Mikey drool. His hands dig into the grass and dirt below him, and his legs spread instinctually.

“That's a good boy, but you gotta take your clothes off first, yeah?” you remind him. In a flash, your boyfriend has his pants and underwear off, only draped around one ankle. At the same time, you unzip yours and pull them down just enough to free your aching, throbbing cock.

“Ready for me?” Mikey nods vigorously, and you quickly line up your cock, pushing against his entrance with a bit of resistance. The slick coating his insides and sliding down his inner thighs helps greatly, though it is still a tight fit. Not that you're complaining, exactly — that tightness feels damn good for both of you.

The little omega opens his mouth to moan—or maybe scream—but not a sound comes out. Instead, his eyes simply glaze over while you bottom out in one thrust. “OoOOohH fuck-! Tight… so fuckin' tight for me…”

Instincts take over as you start humping Mikey's wet hole, already overwhelmed by having his soft, warm insides hug your cock. Primal as this all is, you also desperately cling to your boyfriend—overtaken by a primal love for him too. One hand combs through his hair, pushing it out of his face, while the other slides to the small of his back. “Mhm~ You feel so gooood, baby- ah! ah! ah! Fu-uck y-yeah–!” you drawl to the rhythm of your thrusts. Plowing Mikey's ass so hard that it kind of hurts your hips too.

The omega wraps his arms around the back of your neck, pulling your face closer until your lips brush against his skin. You nibble on his earlobe, and Mikey lets out a cute whimper as his eyes squeeze shut in embarrassment. Nibbling turns to nipping at his neck, which then turns into sucking on the tender flesh — all while the blond moans louder than he probably should.

“Fuck! I'm gonna- hnngh–!!” Before you can even finish your sentence, a flood of thick, creamy cum fills up Mikey's hole. Painting his insides white as you bite down on his shoulder to stay quiet.

“M-more! Moremoremore~! Need… Alpha's cum~💛” his voice fades towards the end, and his small body slumps all at once as the last drops of cum spill into his unprotected hole.

You're barely able to hold yourself up, but you try to, so you don't crush your precious omega with your weight. Though your vision is spotty, you can still appreciate the sight of your darling boyfriend in his blissful state. You assume he's half unconscious already; until you start pulling out and Mikey perks up, whining out “Noooo… isss'not enough yet… need master's cock~”

A knot is already formed at the base of your shaft, and you're honestly not any softer even though you pumped a bucket load of semen into him. You certainly can't walk home like this…

“Yeah? Is this what you're needing, honey?” you ask, bringing one of Mikey's hands to the knot and letting him feel it. He gropes it, strokes it, and begs for you to put it back inside in such a loving voice. It's enough to make you feel bad about even thinking of stopping here.

“Anything for my baby boy~ Haah… wanna push it in yourself?” Mikey nods tiredly, guiding the rest of your dick back into his hole. Once the knot reaches his entrance, he holds onto your hips, and you begin thrusting again. “A little harder—here, I'll help ya.” you take Mikey's waist in your hands and pull him towards you as you thrust in.

The speed of your thrusts picks back up, and with enough effort from both of you, your knot eventually squeezes past his fucked out rim. “Oh god-! It's in! Fffuuck, Mikey… s'tighter than before-!!” As your bulky cock stretches his ass, you can already feel another orgasm coming.

Mikey pulls you down by the neck again, clinging to you—his lifeline, his sunshine, his stars, his galaxy, his entire world—and you return the embrace. His small body takes everything you have to offer as you greedily hump him, creating just enough friction to unload another round of cum into his womb. “Shit! Cumming! Mmhm, gonna breed you, Mikey~ Gonna breed my sweet omega–!!”

“Breed me! Please… mMMhgNm…” his muffled cries turn into whimpers as you up the ante with your breeding talk–

“Oh fuck-! Gonna knock you up, yeah? Fill your little tummy with kids?” between every powerful bump against Mikey's body, you affirm his deep-rooted desires. “You'll be a daddy after I'm finished with ya, sweetheart~”

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You're not sure how many minutes pass, but what you are sure of is the fact that your knot hasn't gone away yet… it's still swollen, tethering you and your omega together and preventing you from leaving your hiding spot.

Mikey is all but passed out under you, and it's still early enough in the day — it's not like you need to rush out of the park, sooooo… you guess you're just going to lay here until you can safely pull out.

In the meantime, what's the harm in admiring your boyfriend while he naps? After all, his soft features look even prettier after you had them twisting in pleasure~

[emilsendo]

Can make Mikey x top male reader fluff/smut/fluff/smut

Here you are, pal 😃

Type: Fluff/Smut

Request: ✅️

Warnings: Public sex(alley), sex on motorcycle, all characters 18+, sub!Mikey, dom!Reader, gay, cumming inside(they are healthy), late at night, swearing, etc.

Author: Sorry if it's too long or feels rushed🫠 I hope you like it anyway, if you want me to change something you're free to ask.

Scenario: Mikey couldn't sleep at night, so he went to your house and suggest you an "innocent" ride on his motorcycle.

The rumble of an engine cut through the quiet night, low and familiar. You didn’t even have to check the window, you knew that sound better than your own heartbeat.

Mikey.

With a lazy stretch, you wandered toward the front door, flipping the porch light on just as he killed the engine. His bike gleamed under the street lamps, chrome catching the moonlight. He straddled it easily, one hand on the throttle, the other pulling off his helmet to reveal a wild mess of blond hair and a grin that spelled trouble.

"You gonna keep staring or you gonna get your ass out here?" he called, voice carrying across the yard.

You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "You know it's like two in the morning, right?"

He shrugged, completely unapologetic. "Couldn't sleep. Figured you'd be up."

Mikey kicked the stand down and swung off the bike, sauntering up your walkway like he owned the place. His jacket was half-zipped, exposing the sharp lines of his collarbone, and his boots scuffed softly against the concrete.

"Come ride with me," he said once he was close enough to touch, his voice dropping into something smoother, more persuasive.

You raised an eyebrow. "Where?"

He just smirked, tilting his head like you’d asked something ridiculous. "Does it matter?"

You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your mouth twitched up. With Mikey, it never really mattered. Wherever he went, chaos and beauty followed.

Without waiting for your answer, he stepped closer, his hand brushing your hip lightly. "Come on," he murmured, a whisper just for you. "Just us. Just the road. You and me."

There was something in his eyes... wild and boyish, but also lonely, like the night was too big for him to face alone.

You sighed dramatically, grabbing your jacket from the hook beside the door. "You're lucky you're cute, Sano."

Mikey's grin widened like he'd won a prize. "I know."

As you locked the door behind you, he tossed you a helmet, hopping back onto his bike with easy grace. When you slid onto the seat behind him, his body relaxed instantly, like you were the missing piece he'd been searching for all night.

He glanced over his shoulder, smirk still in place. "Hold on tight."

You barely had time to wrap your arms around his waist before he kicked the bike into gear and peeled off into the night, laughter tearing from his throat like a battle cry.

Your ride lasted an hour because the hungry guy aka Mikey had a 5 minute discussion with you to stop and eat something. Of course, this childish cutie chose some sweets and forced you to share yours several times or he would whine like a child.

After eating your snacks, this time you took the controls of the motorcycle. (Mainly because Manjiro wanted to feel your warmth by hugging you. It's his comfort place)

The wind roared past you, whipping your jacket and stinging your cheeks as the motorcycle tore down the empty highway. Mikey leaned forward against you, his arms tight around your waist, his chin pressed between your shoulder blades. The hum of the engine, the scent of asphalt and sea air — it all blurred together into something intoxicating.

For a while, neither of you said a word. It was just the road, the stars scattered above like lazy witnesses, and Mikey's steady heartbeat where his chest met your back.

Eventually, he tapped your side — his silent signal.

"Pull over," he called over the engine noise, voice muffled against your jacket.

You eased off the throttle and rolled into a patch of field off the road, letting the bike growl to a stop. Crickets sang around you. The moon hung low and swollen, washing the world in silver.

Mikey slid off the bike first, stretching his arms overhead with a loud, exaggerated groan. His blond hair was a mess, his grin even messier. "You're slow," he teased, tugging off his helmet and tossing it onto the seat.

"You just can't sit still," you shot back, stepping off beside him.

Mikey cocked his head, lips curling into that familiar, cocky smile. "Maybe I'm just excited," he said, stepping closer, his fingers catching in your jacket. "Or maybe I just missed you."

Before you could answer, he tugged you down by the collar and kissed you — all teeth and mischief at first, a spark of adrenaline still running hot in him from the ride. You caught his hips, steadying him against you as he nipped at your bottom lip, daring, playful, asking. He tasted like the night air, like candy and trouble. The kiss deepened. Mikey pressed against you more insistently, fingers bunching in your shirt like he couldn't stand the distance. His body was warm, electric under your hands. His cocky little smirk faltered when you bit gently at his throat, making him shudder against you.

"You always act so tough," you murmured against his skin, dragging your hands down his sides. You just love the feeling of his slim but still toned waist.

"And you love it," he breathed out, voice already shaky.

You pushed him back gently until his back hit his motorcycle, the cool metal making him hiss and squirm. He looked up at you with half-lidded eyes, pupils blown wide — needy, wrecked already and you hadn't even touched him properly yet.

"Let me," he whispered, tugging you closer by the belt loops, "just—" You grabbed his wrist, stopping him from going any lower. Causing Mikey to pout and frown. He doesn't like being told no. Unless it's you.

"A-A-A. Don't touch without permission. You really can't help yourself, huh? touching me in the middle of the street..." You said with low tone, so he could feel shame in his behavior. But he didn't. It's Mikey after all.

“Then why don’t you take your good boy somewhere…” The shorter man’s other hand traveled down to your crotch, pressing lightly to feel the outline of your dormant member. "Private?" the black-eyed man added, his voice suggestive as if he wanted to provoke something from you, and his eyes filled with passion to encourage you to act.

You groaned throatily, feeling the tightness forming in yours pants and boxers, looking around covertly to see if anyone was coming before you grabbed his hand and his motorcycle. Leading them to the nearest dark alley.

Mikey giggles at your sudden outburst, he didn't even have to try! He knew you wouldn't last long under the provocation. Adrenaline shot through his blood, knowing you both were going to do it RIGHT NOW in this dirty alley.

"AHHHhh~" Mikey let out a loud moan, throwing his head back, holding onto your hair as you were between his legs, giving him the best blowjob imaginable as he sat on his motorcycle. Your hand held his thigh steady, tightening your grip on him to keep him from expressing his pleasure too loudly. Not like it helps. Your boyfriend can be a little too loud than he need to be... Your firm lips were wrapped around his dick, your tongue skillfully licking the tip and base, wetting him more than possible. Pre-cum was leaking out of Mikey like crazy, perfect proof that your skills were too much for him. Not even 3 minutes had passed and he already felt like he was going to explode in your mouth. He was so good for you...he moans, whines, shakes and arches at your beck and call, always ready for you. He NEEDS a reward. He was already without his Toman jacket and white T-shirt, nipples abused from your earlier sucking and nibbing all red and hard.

"Babyy~ Lemme cum....! Your mouth is soooo good, pwwweaseee." he whined desperately, holding back his thrusts into your warm and wet mouth, his tongue hanging out and his eyes half rolled back, cheeks turning pink from the intense feeling of euphoria. Still holding onto your hair, because at this point it was the only thing keeping him grounded. Your hand on his thigh now felt like fuel to the fire, fueling the fire in his body, feeling like your property.

"Nuh-uh." you declined with a teasing smile, but also with love and flirtation in your eyes that made Mikey's stomach do backflips.

"You're ready for me, aren't you?" you asked sarcastically after giving him one last suck and then pulling away from his hard-on. Mikey whined desperately, releasing your grip on your (h/c) hair, already knowing what to do. The blond nodded stupidly, standing up from his CB205T and then turning his back to you, sticking his ass up and his stomach press into the seat of the motorcycle.

"Good boy." You said before spanking Mikey's ass, making him chuckle again through his moan. Already numb from the euphoria and need of begin wrecked. You pulled your pants all the way down, they fell to your ankles and you grabbed your boyfriend by the hips, teasing him with the tip of your hard and heavy dick.

"Oh c'mon! Put it inside me already, I want to feel everything so much that everything hurts." he said frustrated, pushing his ass towards you, this time he was teasing you with his wet and tight hole. Then you slid into his hole, which was already widened from the stimulation of your fingers earlier, stretching his walls so that you could enter completely. Mikey closed his eyes and bit his lower lip lightly, burying his face in his folded arms.

"Yeahhhh~ That's it...Fuck me!"

You fucked him like that for a few minutes, hitting his prostate to the point where Mikey thought he would pass out from the pressure in his head and lower stomach. Allowing you to use him in every way possible without any unnecessary conflict. Because who needed conflict when his brain was being dissolved into space at that moment.

"Fuck, Mikey... You're clenching around me so tight~ Argh..." you moaned, throwing your head back in ecstasy. Speeding up the thrusts of your hips, which only made the blond moan louder. You had already come in him a few times, giving better conditions for faster tempo and deeper penetration. The boy beneath you looked absolutely majestic, shaking all over, body hot and wet with sweat, marked by your teeth. Eyes completely unfocused on anything, and tears were running down his cheeks. Not to mention those juicy moans and sounds he made himself, and those his body made connected to yours.

You picked him up without removing yourself from him, then turned him around to look at you. Manjiro didn't protest, wrapping his strong yet shaky legs around your waist.

Mikey's breathy moans broke the silence of the night, soft and sweet as you pound him against the bike this time in missionary position, his body pliant under your hands, wanting. His fingers scrabbled against your jacket, legs locking around your waist to drag you closer, closer, closer—deeper.

Afterward, you stayed like that for a while, tangled up beside the bike, the smell of grass and leather clinging to the night. Mikey curled into your side, jacket half-slipped off his shoulder, his face buried against your chest.

"Next time," he mumbled, voice thick with sleep and satisfaction, "I'm taking a charge"

You snorted, kissing the top of his head. "Not a chance, blondie."

He just grinned against your skin, holding you tighter, like if he let go, the night would disappear.

Once you both got back into your clothes, you got back on the bike after you'd wheeled it out of the alley. (More like YOU since Mikey just sat there with shaking legs.) You rode back to your spot together, washed up in the romantic atmosphere of candles and rose water, and then went to sleep in your warm bed.

However, the black-eyed boy had other intentions. He dozed off for a moment in your arms, and when he woke up and saw your handsome and relaxed face, he smiled slyly through his sleep. He began kissing your bare, muscular chest, slowly going down to your V-line. Ignoring whether you were asleep or slowly waking up. Manjiro got under the covers, his fingers slowly and precisely pulling down your pajama bottoms, exposing everything below. Despite the fact that you had sex many times before, he still felt the same emotions before he even touched you. Pink and slightly swollen lips from earlier, began to give light kisses along the shaft, wrapping around your tip to make you hard again.

Your reaction is up to you :) in total you have one possible option to choose from: Wreck him.

The only thing I can promise you is that Mikey is very much in love with you. He doesn't do such intimate things just like that, it requires trust and complete commitment from him. So if you happen to get crazy, don't forget to tell him that you love him very much. He needs it more than he thinks.

Love this man ❤️

[sunflower-author]

Yandere Bonten x Reader

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The reader is Gender neutral in this!!

TW: Sewer slide attempt, attempt drug use,

Bonten Timeline, where Bonten has kept you in the penthouse for a LONG time, and out of spite from every horrible thing they have ever done, you decide not to speak to them out of resentment Bottling up all your emotions. Hoping that they will eventually grow bored of you and either let you go or finally end your suffering.

One day, in particular, everything that you had been bottling up has finally reached its breaking point...

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“Y/N, go grab your hairbrush from the bathroom counter. Please, I can tell you didn’t brush your hair this morning,” Kakucho said, sitting down on the couch right beside you.

Ever since Mikey mentioned he prefers your hair long, you’ve been forced to grow it out. You can’t say you like it, but at least it hides the ugly marks they’ve left on your neck and body...

Everyone else just goes along with it—whatever Mikey says, goes. You’re not sure if the others actually like your hair as much as he does, but they definitely act like they do...

You got up and made your way to the main bathroom everyone used. As you spotted the black hairbrush and reached for it.

That was when it caught your eye.

A small orange bottle with a white childproof cap sat on the counter. Slowly, you picked it up, and it didn’t take long to realize—it was one of Sanzu’s many drugs. He must’ve left it behind in a rush this morning, hurrying to make it to his mission.

Bad day for him, but amazing for someone like yourself.

There is a good amount of pills in this container, and knowing Sanzu, only carrying around the ‘best’ (strongest) ones on him. He could drain this dry, and it still wouldn’t be enough for someone like him.

This would be enough to kill any normal person, especially someone clean for over a few years.

Slowly opening the cap, pouring the rest of the bottle into your hand. Then quickly raise all of it to your mouth, only to have a hand grip your wrist.

You don't need to turn to know who it is.

“I can’t even leave you alone for a minute before you do something dangerous. Put it down,” Kakucho said with a sigh. Physically, you know there’s no chance against him

You lowered your arm slightly to put the pills back in the bottle, and as you did, Kakucho’s grip gradually softened.

Once the cap is closed, you turn to look at him, feeling dazed.

“I won’t tell anyone… but if I catch you doing that again, I’m telling everyone,” he said, taking the pill bottle from you. You nodded, grabbed the brush, and the two of you walked back to the couch.

After settling down, he starts to brush your hair. “Honestly, what were you thinking? Did you just want to be on drugs or something, or was that a serious attempt?” he asks, sighing again.

“Listen, I know that you hate your life here. But is it truly that bad? You can have whatever you want. Having Kokonoi and Takeomi buy you anything you could dream of, Sanzu would literally do anything for you. Mocchi would always listen to your rants when you talked. Ran and Rindou, well, they argue a lot, but are fun to watch too. I try my best… even if you don’t see it…” His words are slow and cold.

“I admit I’m just as guilty as the rest of them, and everything we do is for your safety… even if you don’t think it is. That’s the truth. You may despise us for the rest of your life, but as long as we can keep you safe, that’s what matters.”

At this point, he seemed to be pouring his heart out.

Saddened, he asked, “Do you hate me…? For doing all of this?”

Shocked, you shook your head no. Kakucho did nothing wrong—he was just following orders. Even if he hurt you and others, he’s not to blame. You know he feels guilty for everything he’s done. After all, you’ve always felt a slight empathy toward Kakucho; he’s the kindest of all of Bonten.

“Will you please talk to me again?” he begged more than asked. You just shrugged, leaving it at that.

“Is life better now than when you first got here?” he asked. You replied with a simple nod.

“That’s good, at least. Although I can imagine the first few days felt like hell,” he said.

Try the first few weeks…

After asking a good handful of questions, he paused for a few seconds, as if he was thinking. Confused, you tilted your head and looked at him. Suddenly, it was like a lightbulb went off in his head.

“Would you be willing to respond with more specific answers if I have you write them down? That way, you wouldn’t have to speak,” he asked. You nodded. Then he rushed out of the room to grab something.

When he returned, he had an iPad in his hand. Pulling out the stylus, he handed it to you as he sat down on the couch. The iPad was already in drawing mode.

“Now… why don’t you talk?” he asked.

'I wanted to punish you all for everything you ever did to me. I thought that if you believed I was broken, maybe I could find a way to stop living like this. Even a peaceful death would’ve been ideal.'

As he was reading this, you could tell he was stunned, unsure of how to respond. He just asked another question: “How long are you going to keep this up?”

You write, ‘Until I can be free, or at least have some freedom’

“I can talk with Mikey…” You both know the conversation will be a waste of time for Kakucho and Mikey, but he can still try if he wants to.

'You’re a good person, Kakucho. Compared to everyone else, you have the most empathy. Plus, you only follow orders out of loyalty. I know you mean no harm to me, even if it’s for better or worse. Truthfully, if it were just you and me, I would talk to you,' you wrote down.

“What do you mean? We’re alone,” he said.

You wrote down just two words: security cameras.

After reading them, he said, “Oh, I forgot about that…” as he looked around the room, glancing at the cameras.

“I know you think we’re being excessive with everything, but you have to understand—we’re doing everything we can to protect you. We know everything about you… there are no secrets between us.”

He pauses, and it lingers longer than it should. He’s quiet… too quiet.

Shit. You have a bad feeling about this.

He sighs, deep in thought, then turns to you.

“Y/N… you know Bonten made a pact—no secrets, and to take care of you. And today… You tried to overdose on Sanzu’s drugs. That’s not a small secret I’d be keeping from them. This is your life. You could’ve died today if I hadn’t been there to stop you.”

He pauses, guilt heavy in his voice.

“I’m sorry, but I have to tell them. I care about you and your safety… and this is something I can’t keep from them.”

He looks down, ashamed.

Shit… you begin to think.

If he tells them, you’ll be on a tighter leash than ever. Things will go right back to how they were when they first took you.

There’s no way in hell you’re starting from the bottom again. You’ve worked your way up—first by playing nice, then by going silent, which they all hate.

If you’re thrown back to the bottom, it’ll take months before you can even walk freely around this building again.

You know what… fuck it. You’ve already told him too much. If you’re going out, you’re going out with a bang.

This is just… a lot to grasp.

You expected this kind of thing from Sanzu. From Ran. From Mochi. But Kakucho?

Kakucho is too loyal for his own fucking good.

Blinded by rage, you shoot to your feet and yell, “You’re just as fucked up as the rest of them!”

But the moment the words leave your mouth… something feels off. Your voice doesn’t even sound like yours—it's weak, strained, not nearly as loud as you wanted it to be.

Fuck…

You messed up your vocal cords.

You glance at Kakucho for a brief second—he’s taken aback. The sound of your voice shocked him… and it shocked you too.

All you want now is to leave and disappear into the bedroom.

However… as you turn, you see the rest of the Bonten members standing by the door, frozen in pure shock.

That’s all the information you need to know—they heard you.

Well, fuck…

A few moments of silence hang heavy in the air before you finally dare to move. You only manage a few steps when a voice breaks through.

“Hold on, Y/N. Come over here.”

Great. That was Mikey.

You're quick to make your way in front of him and the others, heart pounding.

“You talk to Kakucho, but not me?” he asks, his voice laced with hurt.

Should you dig yourself deeper into this mess?

“I’m sorry, Mikey…” you manage to whisper, your voice weak and hoarse. After yelling at Kakucho, your vocal cords are shot—it hurts to speak, and the others can tell. Some even flinch at the sound.

But it doesn’t matter. You could be in the worst pain imaginable, and as long as you’re alive and breathing, they’d be fine with that.

“So what? That’s all you have to say?” Ran scoffs. “We heard you talk. Drop the little tantrum and speak to us. I knew you’d break eventually… Took longer than I expected, but here we are.”

It’s clear—by the look on their faces—they all want to hear it again. Your voice.

Did this bitch not just hear me talk? What more does he want me to say? Is he really such a fucking sadist that he wants to hear me struggle to speak? You think, rage simmering beneath the exhaustion.

Well, in that case, you plan to say something to him—loud and clear.

“You know what? Fuck you, Ran. I’ve been wanting to say that for so long. You’re such a manipulative shit. You really think I didn’t see through all your bullshit—how you act like a god, like you’re so great. But you’re just a sadist who cheats and contributes nothing. It’s only because of your so-called ‘respect’—beating up kids younger than you—that you’re feared. Without that, you’d be nothing. You’d still be at the bottom of Roppongi, rotting in jail with all the other failures.”

You clutch your throat, trying not to breathe too hard.

“Calm down, Y/N. You know it’s just Ran being Ran.” You’re not sure if Rindou is sincere or just trying to shut you up. At this point, you don’t give a fuck—you’re already pissed.

“You think you’re any better, Rindou? The only reason people see you as nice is because they’re comparing you to Ran. Since I can remember, everyone’s been blinded by Ran, overlooking just how cruel and cold-hearted you really are.”

“You’re nothing but a follower, doing whatever Ran tells you, blindly trailing behind him. So much so that all you’ll ever be… is your big brother’s shadow.”

Your voice grows softer and softer.

Shit, you worry. How much longer can I keep talking?

“Your voice is getting worse, stop talking, Y/N,” Kokonoi says, concerned.

“You wanna be next?” you ask. “Because you—”

But you don’t even get to finish before a coughing fit takes over.

After catching your breath, you realize just how sore your throat is—burning and raw, the aftermath of overusing it. Every breath feels painful.

Your vision starts to blur, tears welling up without warning.

You have no idea why. Is it the pain? Or are you just suddenly overwhelmed by emotions?

Why do they all have to be here? Do they think you’re weak now?

What’s wrong with everything? How did it all end up like this?

You feel arms wrap around you. At first, you freeze—then you recognize it’s Kakucho.

Even when you curse at him, he’s still here, comforting you.

You can’t hate him. But you can’t love him, either. All you can do is accept him—and that’s exactly what you do, in that moment.

You exhale without even realizing you’d been holding your breath.

Your shoulders and body relax as you lean into his chest, unable to bear their cruel stares any longer.

No matter how hard you try, the tears won’t stop falling.

You can feel their eyes burning into your back.

“What are you all staring at? Acting like children watching a movie,” Akashi snaps, breaking the silence. “Y/N hasn’t shown any emotion for over a year, and now that they finally do, all you can do is just watch? They’re breaking down in Kakucho’s arms.”

Always count on Akashi to be an adult when situations become grim.

“We’ll all talk together on the couch,” Mikey says.

You hear his footsteps fade away, followed by the others.

Kakucho gently pushes you away from him.

“Ready to follow?” he whispers.

You nod slowly and make your way to the couch.

Everyone is already seated, and Mikey motions for you to sit between him and Akashi—the only two who can keep a calm mind, no matter what happens.

By now, you’ve stopped crying, but your eyes and nose remain red and swollen.

The moment you sit down, all hell breaks loose.

“I think that Y/N should get punished for talking to me like that,” “They are hurting enough, what they said was nothing, compared to what your victims say to you,” “And I kill them for it,” “Stop being such a big baby Ran, just man up,” “Oh I know you did not just tell me to ‘man up’, being the only one that doesn’t even get their hands dirty,” “Oh? Do you want your little allowance cut?” “I swear to God, Koko, if you-”

“Enough,” Mikey says, his voice firm.

Everyone falls silent—no one dares to disobey their leader.

Mikey then glances at Akashi, signaling something. Akashi turns to you.

Confused, you wait for him to speak.

“Y/N, I know you’re in pain,” Akashi begins carefully, “but what you said to Ran and Rindou was uncalled for—completely immature. You knew those were their weak points. You need to apologize to them.”

“I’m sorry… Rindou… Ran,” you say softly, eyes cast downward, your voice still scratchy.

“What was that? Hardly sincere—and he could at least speak loud enough for me to understand,” Ran complains.

Seeing Akashi shoot you a warning look, you let out a knowing sigh.

You look up at Ran, meeting his eyes with hatred. “I’m sorry… Ran,” you say louder, your voice rough with anger and strain.

Then, turning to his brother, you calm yourself and softly say, “Sorry,” with genuine sincerity.

Just as the older brother opens his mouth to respond, Akashi cuts him off with a sharp, “Ran.”

Ran rolls his eyes and leans back further on the couch.

“Now, Y/N…” Mikey’s voice cuts through the room, grabbing everyone’s attention.

“Do you—or Kakucho—want to explain what happened today? Especially what made you lose your temper like that?” he asks, his tone unusually curious. He hasn’t shown this much emotion in a long time, making everyone even more on edge.

You glance at Kakucho with a silent, pleading look, begging him not to say anything.

Kokonoi, always observant, notices immediately. “Oh? Must be nice, seeing you look at Kakucho like that…”

The moment Koko says this, all eyes snap to you.

Fuck… just great, you think.

Looking down, ignoring their stares, waiting for Kakucho to say something.

“Today, Y/N went to the bathroom to grab their hairbrush… but they were taking longer than usual. So I went to check on them,” Kakucho begins, hesitation creeping into his voice. “And when I looked in the room…” He pauses, clearly uncomfortable.

“Well, hurry up! What happened?” voices chime in. “It can’t be that bad… can it?” “Just spit it out already.”

Kakucho looks to Mikey, who responds softly, not demanding, but reassuring, even manipulative. He knows how to be gentle when he wants to.

Finally, Kakucho pulls out a pill bottle and tosses it to Sanzu, who fumbles—only for Akashi to catch it.

“I found them about to take the rest of the pills in the bottle,” Kakucho says at last.

Sanzu pales, realizing he’s in deep trouble.

Everyone’s eyes lock onto Sanzu, glaring like they’re ready to tear him apart. I wouldn’t be against that, you think.

“The rest of these, you say, Kakucho? Sanzu… just five at once could’ve killed them,” Akashi says coldly, staring down Sanzu. Then his gaze shifts back to you as he continues,

“Almost got Y/N killed… But then again… who knew?”

”They would be so suicidal,”

(IDK HOW TO END THIS... IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS, PLZ FEEL FREE TO WRITE CHAPTER 2!!! JUST PLZ TAG ME!! I WOULD LOVE TO READ WHAT ANY OF YOU GUYS MAKE!!)

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Mikey Boyfriend Headcannons ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

♡Boyfriend Mikey who only will show up to school when you two have classes together.

♡Boyfriend Mikey who fell first and fell much harder.

♡Boyfriend Mikey who gets jealous whenever someone else wants to hang out with you while HE made plans to hang out with you.

♡Boyfriend Mikey who's ideal date is a sleepover but he just clings to you while he sleeps the whole time.

♡Boyfriend Mikey who will come to your house in the middle of the night, break in and make you go on bike rides with him.

♡Boyfriend Mikey who will gladly run out of phone credit by spam texting you all day.

♡Boyfriend Mikey who has his lockscreen as a low quality and honestly unflattering photo of you that he took on his flip phone, and tresures it (he swears its not unflattering).

♡Boyfriend Mikey who always brings you to toman meetings so you're always by his side.

♡Boyfriend Mikey who tresures the cd playlists you make for him, (those will be lifelong favorite songs of his)

Acidic's note: I hope you enjoyed this, This is my first post so its obviously not the best but i will try to improve my writing! :3

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✨GAY✨

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59536075/chapters/166090594#workskin

[airbendertendou]

for ur event - 41 + live action!Mikey

mutual obsession number 41 + oryo's mikey

“‘CAUSE THE REST OF YOU, THE BEST OF YOU, HONEY BELONGS TO ME.”

hands clasp around the back of his neck, pulling him in closer. mikey lets out a hum, ignoring the meeting he's supposed to be leading - ignoring the eyes burning into him.

you shuffle closer, burying your nose into his neck and pulling him even closer. mikey sighs, his own grip tightening on your hips. "do you have to go, mikey?"

the blond clicks his tongue pulling away to meet your gaze. you frown at the space between you, wanting him as close as he could be. mikey copies your scowl, frowning deeply as he looks at you. "what did you call me, baby?"

"manji," you correct yourself. mikey nods with his eyes closed, gathering you back into his arms. "you don't have to go to this meeting, right? you can go on a date with me instead?"

"mikey." draken shoots you both a look from the corner of his eyes. he's met with matching pouts - it's endearing and nauseating at the same time.

mikey frowns, "can't. later, though. promise."

a kiss is planted on your cheek, and then your nose before your lips meet his. "'kay," you hum, "since you promised."

"let's go!" baji calls out. mikey plants another kiss on your cheek and then lips before letting go of you slowly. you give him an answering, lingering kiss. baji groans loudly again - you giggle against mikey's cheek before he leaves. "you're both gross!"

you blow mikey a kiss as you leave, if only to hear the boys complain about it.

——♡—— this song suits him so well i astral projected to another dimension i swear HAPPY NEW YEAR!! heres to more silly content and brainrot in 2024 <3

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THE LAST STRAW | MICHAEL BERZATTO | ONESHOT

summary — mikey has pushed you to your breaking point

word count — 4.6k

warnings — angst, addiction, suggestive speech, domestic dispute/heated argument, police involvement, mikey’s death

author’s note — *cough* anyways

mikey was late; that was the first annoyance you had encountered tonight. you sat at a table near the bar as you and your friends took turns taking shots as more people filtered in to come and send you their birthday praises. you had on one of those ridiculous sashes and tiaras to accompany your fringe skirt and sequined top. that outfit was the last thing you thought you would find yourself in, but your friends insisted that you looked like a shining gem. they insisted that you had been working too hard and needed to let loose for a night, and they were right you had been working too hard and entirely too much.

the moment richie and tiffany entered you looked at them with pleading eyes hoping they knew where your elusive boyfriend was. your only desire now was that when, or if, mikey did show up he wouldn't be riding the high of a lifetime off of unlabeled painkillers. you hated when he gave you that smug look that only accompanied him when he had taken his sweet release.

richie went to the bar, ordered them drinks, and chatted with the bartender, like mikey he always knew everyone. probably why they always made good friends, both of them chatty, boisterous, and friendly.

you had been frequently checking your phone in hopes that you had missed some call or text explaining where he was. the sad fact was that this wasn't uncommon; it was almost second nature, but you thought after begging him to be on time he would've followed through.

“hey, sweets,” tiffany said comfortingly as she took a seat next to you, nursing a cup of iced water. she was in the early stages of her pregnancy, but still wanted to be there for your birthday. tiffany had been the reason you had met mikey in the first place. she had invited you to richie’s birthday bar crawl so many years ago, and mikey was of course there. you couldn't keep your eyes off of him, and for once in his life, he realized that having a steady girlfriend might not be a bad thing. mikey was a loud roar, but you seemed to bring him down to a low growl. mikey and you had been virtually inseparable since the moment you connected, and richie was proud that his wife was able to find someone for his best friend.

“hey tiffy, you feeling any better?” you questioned, taking into account the dark circles under her eyes. the quirky blonde seemed to have lost some of her spunk due to her pregnant state.

“no, but tonight isn't about me. it’s about you,” she pulled you in close, placing her cheek against yours as she embraced you, making a faint smooching noise. “i know mikey isn't here yet, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't be smiling; it’s not about him tonight.”

she was reinforcing that narrative well. it was your birthday. a night where you could finally relax without worrying about deadlines at work, wanting to strangle the patrons of the beef, or having any real responsibility.

“can i still be pissed he's not here and pissed that your baby makes you feel like shit?” you jest, rubbing her stomach lovingly.

“you can be pissed after you have a good time tonight,” tiffany kissed your cheek.

mikey came in, greeting your friends at the closest table near the door. he was looking for you; spotting that glitter tiara you were sporting was easy enough. he was fiddling with his hair as he inched closer through the crowded bar. he was in his normal clothing attire, a shirt from the restaurant and jeans. he didn't shave, his stubble present and rough.

tiffany waved him down, though upon seeing him your expression dropped. that look. it was there. that smirk when he finally laid eyes on you made your skin crawl.

“hey! my birthday girl!” mikey exclaimed, taking you into his arms. he pressed large kisses against your temple, smoothing over your hair. not only was he late, but he was high. now you wanted to get through the night; you didn't want to enjoy it; you wanted it to end. “sorry i was late; the meat guy got behind on his deliveries.”

you knew it was a lie. it was saturday night, and the meat shipment came every monday morning. he knew you'd be too embarrassed to out him in public.

you put on that fake smile that had been plaguing all of your photos together over the last two years. “it’s fine,” you assured him, leaning into his side, keeping that sweet act up in front of everyone who came to celebrate your birthday.

so like every night you wanted to compromise, more like coerce yourself into agreeing that your peace and sanity would only come from ignoring mikey's drug-induced state. even that logic was thrown out of the window when mikey's famous storytelling surfaced.

your group of friends gathered around, pulling up extra chairs from the other tables as mikey talked. he was always good at talking and making a memorable impression. you were sitting in his lap with his chin on your shoulder, being entirely too loud disregarding the fact that he was so close to your ear.

one of your coworkers, rachel, from the office, had been recounting the time of the annual halloween party. rachel had teased that you were the ‘fox’ of the office and that party had people on their toes seeing that you could get fixed up. she meant it in good fun, but mikey took it a step further.

“oh, hell, speaking of foxes, this thing, miss birthday girl, drives me crazy,” he insisted, with only one of his arms around your waist as he waved his free hand to talk. he lifted his head, situating you further into his lap. he didn't mind rachel's story, if anything it was another opportunity to brag. you, on the other hand, were trying to shimmy out of his lap to reach for the oversized fishbowl margarita hat richie and tiffany had purchased you as your birthday gift. the way mikey started talking only proved that you needed to be tipsy to contain your annoyance.

“she's a total smokeshow,” mikey finally understood the hint, letting you stand as he playfully slapped your ass as you stood. he was commenting like you weren't standing in front of him. you were now wedged between tiffany and rachel as you took a long sip of your drink. tiffany was rubbing your lower back as mikey continued to speak. mikey's eyes wandered around to everyone at the table, barely looking at you.

“this one time for valentine's day i got her those little panties with my name on the back of them. holy fuck,” mikey began again, as richie started laughing. you swallowed hard. suddenly your stomach was churning, you couldn't even continue to drink. you knew this story; you lived it. that stupid red thong with thick silver rhinestone letters across the band. with richie laughing that means he already told him one of the most embarrassing moments of your sex life. now, mikey was about to reveal it to your friends and coworkers in a public bar.

“mikey,” you interjected before he could continue on his tangent. it wasn't rude, but your tone of voice was more serious than it had been. he never shut his mouth when he was high. mikey's filter was long gone the moment he took those painkillers before arriving.

“what? no, it was funny,” mikey brushed you off. “y/n, had them on while i was hittin’ it, ya know, maybe it was more of a lil’ gift to myself, watching that ass bounce should be considered a fuckin’ crime, ya get me?” he took a beer bottle from richie's hand, leaning back in his chair casually.

“no, mikey, come on,” you gave a nervous laugh, setting your jumbo fruity drink behind you.

was he really going to keep continuing? he was going to push aside two warnings without a care.

he ignored you this time, looking at one of your male coworkers, aaron, on the other side of the table who was enjoying the other stories mikey had spouted so far. “okay, so i was convinced i could actually have a piece of cake for valentine's, right? like, man, you feel me right, that ass on valentine's day? yes, please,” he rambled, causing aaron to agree with a belly laugh and nod.

“okay, okay, you definitely understand. so i spit in my hand while i'm railin’ her and i'm trying’ to push my–”

“hey,” tiffany blurted out. “michael, i think you need to pick a different story. there are other people in this bar other than just us.” she didn't want to outwardly say that he was the cause of some of the awkward looks from your other co-workers, much less how embarrassed you were.

“tiff it isn't even that bad,” mikey claimed, taking a swig of his beer, and shaking his hand to remove the condensation after. “yeah, so i barely even put two fingers in her ass and she started screamin’. ‘bear, what the hell?! you gotta give me some warning!’” he was making an awful impression of your voice only adding to more of your embarrassment. he was telling this to people you worked with, and even at events like this when you weren't always professional to each other it was out of line.

you were now looking down at your heels; wondering how much longer you had until you would break. tiffany was tugging at the waistband of your skirt trying to remind you that she was there as she glared at richie for still laughing. more of a deathly, sharp stare that spoke ‘why would you keep laughing with the asshole who is making my friend upset?’

“i was tryin’ to take my fingers back out when she was tryin’ to pull away and she puked, fuckin’ everywhere.”

“yep, i threw up, are you done now?” your tone was snappy causing mikey's head to whip back to your sparkly figure.

“no, i wasn't done,” he was testing you, acting like he was the innocent party in this situation.

you were going to say something else, but due to the sudden tension between you and mikey more people only began to become more uncomfortable. suddenly a group of your coworkers that had carpooled together were affectionately patting your arm and bidding you goodbye. just like that the group was dwindling and you could do nothing other than watch them go. at least now they wouldn't be subjected to potential arguments, other stories, or mikey's erratic behavior.

tiffany was looking at you like she had seen a ghost.

“um, since we are going to brunch tomorrow, i think i better turn in too. i don't want to be too hungover to enjoy our rich girl shit,” your banter with tiffany was less playful than it usually sounded. you didn't want to keep standing in the bar with less and less of your friends who were simply too embarrassed to leave. you needed to get home.

“yeah, just text me, uh, happy birthday,” tiffany pulled you in tightly. her heart was aching for you.

the moment you and mikey were confined in your apartment you locked yourself in the bathroom. the sequined outfit was rubbing your armpits and hips raw from the rough material.

“ya gettin’ all sexy for me in there?” mikey questioned, lightly knocking on the door as he leaned against the wall. “hey, really though, you mad at me, dolcezza?”

you opened the door as you were twirling the end of your hair to create a loose updo fastened with a claw clip. “you can't be serious,” you scoffed, tying the string of your pajama shorts.

“i can lay some excellent pipe for your birthday, don't worry,” he said, holding your waist and pulling you into his chest, one of his hands resting on the curve of your ass.

what a wonderful and considerate gift, michael.

“you embarrassed me in front of the people i work with,” you knew that wasn't the only reason you were upset; you had a list, but you didn't want to lay into him on your birthday. you wanted to sleep. you didn't even have a buzz from the liquor you consumed to try and lessen your upset. you thought it would be easier to ignore him for the rest of the night.

“don't start, it was funny and you got offended because you're sensitive,” mikey’s nose was buried in your hair as he spoke. your entire body was tense, a sour taste being left in your mouth as he spoke. “and don't get me wrong you're sensitive and i love that about you, but come on, everyone was having a good time except for you.”

“they didn't know what else to do, you were making everyone uncomfortable,” you couldn't believe he dared to try and defend his actions right now. you had pulled away from him, now sitting yourself on the edge of the unmade bed. you were trying your best not to get worked up, but mikey was not de-escalating the situation.

“oh, so i'm the bad guy now? dolcezza, be serious, you're just worked up because i was late and it put you in a bad mood.” mikey was pushing your emotions aside again, still trying to keep up his playful mood. he stood in front of you, his thumbs stuck into his denim pockets.

“you promised me you would be on time,” you were plucking at a loose thread on the grey sheets, kicking your foot nervously. your voice was low, knowing no matter what you said mikey would have an excuse, snarky remark, or some sort of half-assed apology.

“dolcezza,” mikey shrugged, looking to the ceiling. “ya gotta understand i’m busy. the restaurant keeps me held up and—”

“mikey, you were high when you walked in and then you lied to me…you’re still lying to me.”

“no, come on, i was trying to figure out how to get the gas line fixed, and then, fuck, i got stressed okay? i just needed something to take the edge off.”

you didn't know how truthful he was being, but what you did know is that no matter what it ended with him popping a couple of pills.

“i think i’m done,” you confessed, looking through him to the wall behind him.

“what’s that s’pose to mean?” he was scratching the back of his neck, so smug, yet you could tell he was panicking. his breath halted and his eyes were having trouble focusing now.

“i mean i can’t keep pretending like everything is fine when it’s not.”

“maybe you should start talkin’ to me and you wouldn't feel that way.”

you now held your gaze onto mikey, finally being able to pluck the loose thread from the sheets. you were twirling it tightly around your index fingertip, only releasing it when it felt tingly.

“maybe you should start listening,” your eyebrows furrowed. you had done enough talking, you had done enough begging, you had done enough apologizing for the pain he caused. you had kept the peace for long enough.

“oh, y/n, get real,” mikey huffed, taking a step closer. “it’s not my fault.”

“not your fault? mikey, you are delusional if you think none of our problems are your fault.” you stood up, still fiddling with the loose string.

“now i’m delusional?” he asked with a scoff.

“and an asshole,” you added, now feeling the months of pent-up aggression start to take the reins.

“i'm an asshole? only because i'm tired.” mikey retorted, coming into your space. his tall frame was towering over you. “i'm tired of trying to balance everything on my own shoulders while everyone just takes from me! you included!” he was getting heated faster than you could've imagined. he was aching for another pill to cut back from his spitefulness, but that would only add to your argument.

comical. really fucking comical.

“i work a full-time job and still end up working extra shifts for free at that shithole of a restaurant, and then i pull my pants down so you can fuck me. you fuck me twice mikey. the first time to orgasm and the second time to keep fucking me over!” you held two fingers up, waving them wildly in your frantic speech.

“that is fuckin’ low,” he spat, a strand of his bangs falling on his forehead, forcing him to push it back. “even for you, that’s fuckin’ low.” mikey grumbled, rolling his eyes in his fit of annoyance.

“you didn't have an excuse for that one. it must have been true,” you countered, pushing past him to find your phone that you left in the bathroom.

“i'm not done talking,” he argued, blocking the door you were heading towards.

“of course, you aren't,” you whined, holding your temples. “you never shut the hell up when someone asks you to.” you were still trying to get under his arm to enter the bathroom, but he only moved more of his body in the way of the door frame.

“oh, keep bitchin’ at me, sure,” mikey was tense, having to keep his hands shoved in his pockets when he wasn't talking because of how shaky they were. “does it make you feel better when you constantly bitch at me?”

“mikey, let me get my damn phone so i can leave,” you lightly shoved his side, only to be met with him pushing your shoulder in defense. his arms were now crossed over his chest. his hands gripping his biceps tightly.

“you're gonna walk away from me?” he asked in disbelief, though his position in front of the bathroom was unyielding.

“if you would let me get my phone, i would be halfway down the road,” you took a step back, knowing your mother would have enough sense to let you inside if you continuously banged on her door. you decide just to get some extra clothes and leave.

you began to rifle through the dresser drawers. his mouth was slightly agape, finally taking you seriously. he thought this was going to end like it did every other time. you would both have a temper tantrum, one of you would sleep on the couch, and in the morning you would apologize first and he would follow suit with some half-assed promise to do better.

“come on, dolcezza, let’s figure this out,” he said coolly, taking the clothes from your hand and pushing back into the open drawer. you watched the clothing leave your hand. he wasn't going to be in control this time. “we don't need to keep sayin’ things that hurt each other.” suddenly he was the one who wanted to find a solution.

you took to the silent card, seeing the vein on his forehead slightly bulge as you regathered your clothes. that was his least favorite thing you did. you were testing him; it was your turn.

you pulled your purse off the bedpost with your clothes tucked under your arm, walking past him to grab your phone out of the bathroom. mikey was watching your every move. though before you could exit the bathroom he pulled the door shut. you took a step back due to the sudden slam.

“talk to me and i’ll let you out,” mikey insisted, hearing you now begin to pound on the door. he was holding the knob tightly.

you began to kick the bottom of the door, it rattling against the frame and mikey’s strong grasp. “you gotta speak fuckin’ words, christ, i hate when you do that petty shit.”

petty shit? petty shit was holding someone hostage in the bathroom.

you let out frustrated grunts as you occasionally tried to jiggle the doorknob and throw your shoulder against the door. there was no hope mikey would be blocking that door until you gave into his demands, so you decided to play the long game. you sat against the door.

you had the bathroom if you needed it, now you had your phone, and the various finger foods from the bar were sitting nicely in your stomach. you wouldn't need to move for a while.

“one word, that’s it,” mikey’s tone was only progressively becoming more angry. you were pushing every button you knew.

mikey on the other side of the door was spiraling. muttering curses under his breath as he was now aggressively pleading with you to talk to him.

“fuckin’ christ, you make me so pissed when you do this,” mikey spouted, lightly hitting his head against the door. “you're the one that pisses me off the most, you know that?” he questioned spitefully, though even the hurtful phrase only gave you more of an incentive to stay quiet.

“jesus fuckin’ christ, can you just fuckin’ speak?” mikey goaded, now pounding on the door making you scoot to the side wall rather than have your back against the rattling door.

“y/n, why the fuck are you like this? actin’ like fuckin’ carmy,” mikey grunted, now kicking the bottom of the door. you heard a sharp crack, looking to the side seeing the tip of his shoe through the cheap wooden door.

you couldn't deny that he was right. you were acting like his younger brother, “the baby of the family,” but you also didn't care. you were safely contained in the bathroom while mikey escalated his outburst because you were done trying to work things out. you had spent too long agreeing to live within the deception and chaos mikey created.

“fuckin’ pissin’ me off!” he sneered, slamming his palm into the center of the door. “holy shit, really?” mikey asked in disbelief, a faint knocking and mumbling were heard from the front of the apartment. he knew what was happening, but you were oblivious until he started talking again.

“you fuckin’ narc, calling the cops,” he kicked the bottom of the door again. it wasn't you and you knew that, but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing. you could only assume your neighbors had gotten sick of the bickering.

you didn't leave the bathroom until one of the officers had announced his presence. you peeked out of the bathroom expecting to also see mikey in the bedroom, but he wasn't there.

“mr. berzatto is outside talking to my partner,” the officer assured you, then continued. “your neighbor mentioned she heard some loud arguing and slamming,” the officer recited the words off of his notepad.

you stopped him with a sigh, already pulling a duffle bag out of the closet. “yeah, i’m just going to leave, he can stay,” you pushed the clothes that were previously in your arms into the bag.

“miss,” the officer paused.

“y/l/n,” you added.

“y/l/n,” the officer adjusted his tone of speaking, “you don’t have to press charges but by law mr. berzatto will be detained tonight and released in the morning.”

you shifted your gaze to the officer. you bit the innard of your cheek, shuffling through some of your other belongings.

“if this is a common occurrence there are outlets to help you.”

you shook your head, only wanting to move past the tangent the officer was going to begin. yes, mikey was stubborn, loud, and difficult, but so were you. unfortunately, those matching traits didn't always click together correctly. you both knew how to set the other off, and tonight was a night that also triggered the neighbors into annoying your neighbors enough with the squabbling.

“officer, as much as i appreciate what you're saying; it isn't like that. we had an argument and we both got too loud,” you explained as you continued to pack anything that would be able to be squashed into your old gym bag.

“speaking strictly as human to human, no one deserves to have a screaming match against their significant other…especially one that ends with an officer standing in your apartment,” he said lingering by the door frame, clearly eyeing the hole in the bathroom door.

“like i said it was completely out of hand, and i'm done anyway, so none of the other neighbors will call you again,” you assured the officer, struggling to zip the top of the bag when you were done stuffing it full.

“how many times have you packed that bag and come back?”

you didn’t answer him. you had threatened to leave mikey more times than you could count, yet you always doubled back. he was so easy to be stuck on because when he wasn't being an asshole or high out of his mind he was cooking for you, letting you talk his ear off, and singing to you mindlessly. there were countless other things you loved about mikey, and they were all things you thought about when you stayed a night at your mother's house as you sulked in your childhood bedroom, but when the officer asked how many times you returned it opened your eyes. you didn't want to return any longer.

the night of your birthday debacle wasn't the last time you saw mikey. after the officer left you spent the entire night packing what your compact car could hold and leaving the invaluables behind to mikey.

the night of your birthday debacle wasn't the last time you saw mikey. you saw him a week later at the beef. he had come out of his office, looking lost the moment richie said you needed to talk to him. you gave him the spare key to the apartment, the check for your half of the rent in an envelope, and a final goodbye.

“why?” mikey had embraced you for the final time. you eyes wandered around his disorganized office, sighing as you saw a picture of the both of you pinned next to a prayer card. “why’d you go?”

“if you're still asking why then it's probably best that i'm gone.” you only patted his back. his embrace was long and slightly uncomfortable.

it hadn't taken you long to get back on your feet. you had so much potential no longer being overshadowed by your demons of a drug-addicted boyfriend in the closet trying to claw their way out into the world. you were more focused and determined to succeed. you weren't exhausted from overworking yourself at a failing restaurant or compromising over a broken relationship.

you found yourself meeting with tiffany less only because richie refused to stop pestering her about you. you, nor tiffany, thought your friendship would be very productive if her husband was sniffing around for information to give mikey.

it also helped you not dwell on the past. tiffany was constantly apologizing after the breakup for introducing you to mikey, but meeting mikey wasn't what you regretted. you regretted being unable to help him. sometimes you felt like you gave up on him, leaving him to cope with his addiction, his crippling finances, and his multitude of other issues, but that wasn't the case. mikey had begun his steady decline long before he met you, and never wanted to help himself.

almost four years later you were staring at your phone in disbelief over the article you had read.

local restaurant owner found dead on state street bridge.

you hadn't thought of him in years, and if you did it was something irrelevant that you could easily brush aside, but reading that he was dead only made every emotion resurface. the closure you gave him was close to nothing because you didn't ever think he deserved it after the embarrassment he caused you. he was gone and would never receive that peace of mind.

[st4rryyynight]

Hello! Can I plz request the ROTTMNT turtles reacting to their s/o being girly? Their s/o is very hygienic, smells good all the time, their skin glows, their hair is always done perfectly, they wear beautiful and cute clothes, their nails are always done perfectly. They also love to collect plushies, bake and cook in their free time, and they also love donating to charities and shelters. They also have creation powers where they can create anything they want (i.e money, diamonds, etc).

★ohhhh,, (reader) sounds like such a sweetheart in this erhhhzzzz O_o !!★

★ — rise!turtles with a girly reader with creation powers !!

WARNING: GIF & FAST AND MOVING IMAGERY !!

★ — romantic coded !

★ — trigger warnings / tw: mentions of bleeding (raph's & donnie's part)

★ — content warnings / cw: headcanons, x reader / oc, canon x reader, fem!reader..still using they/them pronouns, reader is human this time, not proof read

❤️ — rise!raph x girly!reader !!

☆ — jumpin' jack flash- you're adorable. one of the cutest people he's ever met. so kind, so sweet- generous to everyone.. those are just a few of your qualities that make him swoon for you. he doesn't want to exagerate, but your generous and charitable traits are heroic in his eys, and you know raph love's heroic stuff !!

☆ — your appearance also plays a huge part on how he sees you- you look so perfect all the time that he could almost compare you to a porcelain doll ! and the clothes that you wear are so gorgeous-- they almost make you look like a bunny. raaa, he definitely has a short case of cuteness agression everytime he sees you, and just wants to hug you and never let go !! thoughh, since he is afraid of both hurting you and ruining your adorable fits with his scales, he holds back on the touchiness. no matter how much you look like a cute plushie, he can't risk damaging nor you, nor your clothing.

⁠☆ — ..speaking of plushies-- he now has someone to share his collection !! and urh,, that someone is you. he gets so happy whenever you show him a new plushie that you collected, or heck even- gift him one !! sometimes you two do trades with the plushies that you collect, it's just something sweet that you guys do every once in a while.

☆ — he is also amazed, and a little confused as to how you can buy so many things and seemingly not run out of money. and not just purchase stuff for your self- but also give out generous amounts of cash to numourous charities ! he is, well- curious, and wonders where you get all that money from, but as long as you are using them for the greater good, then who is he to judge ?

☆ — however, even though he tries to not overthink it, it's still strange to him as to how you always carry so much cash on you, and also being so comfortable making expensive purchases almost every week.. you must come from a rich family huh ?? or maybe you are a hard woke at whatever job you may be doing ! raph admires hard workers, and if that's the case then his respect for you has just been pumped up to aa 110% !! it is possible to go over 100% right ?? huh could ask donnie about this- ..wait, did you just-

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"jumpin' jack fla-, (READER) OH MIGOSH -!" the loud, worried tone of the snapper cut through the silence like a knife, making (reader) let out a soft gasp as they spun around to look at him with surprise in their eyes- a small clattering sound following soon after, as a what looked shard fell down near them.

"ra-raph, hey -!"

"are you- ARE YOU OKAY ?? IS THAT GLASS- DID IT JUST- ARE YOU HURT ??" raph interupted (reader) anxiously, loudly, as he hurried over to them- eyes filled with worry as he in breathed in and out, trying to rationalise the situation.

"you- you are not bleeding, are ya ??" he looked over at their arm, gently taking it in his own bandaged hand- looking for any cuts after a literal shard broke out of their skin.

"..raph, no- no, im.. im fine." in response, (reader) squeezed the snapper's hand slightly, giving him a reassuring, yet nervous look as they tugged their arm away from the mutant's grasp.

"fine ?? fine ?! you-you just had a shard fall from- from the inside of your arm !" the snapper argued worriedly, huffing out as he looked at you rather tensely

"it's okay big man, im-im good !" giving a small smile, albeit an unsure one- they gave themselves a moment to breath before going to pick up the fallen shard- only for raph to stop them.

"wait wait wait- you can't just pick up glass like that, you might cut yourself !" he shoved reader's hand away, and went to pick up the piece of glass himself with his own, rougher hand. one good thing about having rough scales is that you don't get cuts as easily.

though as raph went to scoop up the piece, he stopped.

"wait- (reader).. this don't look like glass.." he spoke skeptically, head tilting in a curious manner. he hesitantly touched the shard- a bit surprised to find that it's surface was quite polished, brightly reflecting against the lair's lights. regular glass wouldn't reflect so brightly against lights. right ?

however, what he was most puzzled by was that- despite the shard literally breaking out from reader's skin.. there wasn't any blood on it. not a single drop trickling down from it.

raph chuffed to himself, thick fingers curling around the shard as he finally picked it up- a confused expression on his face as he turned towards (reader), who was now looking around- a bit awkarded out, or rather, anxious about the whole situation.

raph raised a brow at their worried demeanor.

"urh.. (reader) - how, how did you-" the snapper stumbled on his words, mind hazy as he tried to string his thougths into words. he brought the shard up to his face- to which the more he looked at it, the more he realised that it looked like a crystal of some sorts- a diamond maybe.

"how did you get this- looks like it costs a fortune.."

"raph, you know I already have a fortune.." they tried to play it cool, laughing off the snapper's question softly.

"no- no doubt that you do, it's just a little strange that you have- this- this looks like it belongs in a.. in a museume or something !!" he knocked on the gem with a knuckle, inspecting it curiously- though stopping midway as he realised that he wasn't asking the right questions

"or.. no- how did this break out of your arm ?1 and- and why aren't you cut- or injured ?!"

"oh- eh, that, let me-" reader reached out to get the diamond back, only for raph to pull it away from them.

"na-na-na-nah ! you are not getting this back till you explain to me what is goin' on !" he spoke rather sternly- like an older brother.. well, he is the older brother- but he's never used that kind of tone for (reader).

they, in return shrunk back a little. they knew that raph wouldn't let this slide that easily, and leaving the snapper all confused wouldn't be the best solution to getting out of this situation. with a small sigh, almost a defeated one- (reader's) shoulders slumped back down as they took a moment to relax

"okay.. hah- you caught me -! guess I should tell you since you wanna learn so badly."

"spill it." he muttered in a quite, gruff tone- though he's words didn't seem commanding nor threatening, something that eased up (reader) a bit.

"alright- so, the reason that uhh.. a diamond just broke out of my skin, is a little- peculiar." they took in a small breath whilst raph gave them a curious, skeptical look.

"so I basically uhh.. I have a special ability- somewhat like uhh, a superpower that, well-" they choked on their own words for a moment, hesitant to speak- though raph egged them on- encouraging or more so, pressuring them to speak, even if that wasnt his intention.

"well ?? go on -!"

"I have creation powers."

raph perked up at their words, a bit shook- and confused as to what they just told him. he shook his head, looked back at the diamond he was holding, and then back at reader.

"uhh..could- could you repeat that -??" he blinked at them in disbelief biting down on his tongue in confusion.

"I- I can create stuff.. on my own will- out of..thin air ??"

raph continued to stare at them, eyes glazed with wonder- though he also seemed... puzzled, distrusting of their statement- almost as if he didn't realise how important this information was. this made (reader) sigh out softly, shaking their head themselves as they gave raph a look.

"oh, haha- I guess I should show you..uh, here, lemme." as they spoke those words, they took in a deep breath- and closed their eyes. in a flash, their palm begun glowing, something that took raph by surprise, causing him to stumble back a little- almost dropping the diamond.

"wait- what - what the ?!" raph muttured softly, in amazement, as he the small glow from their palm started to form into some sort of..mass, that slowly merged out of reader's hand. then the mass formed fuzz- ears, and small soft body. it looked like a plushy- no, it was a plushie. one that was created by reader's own flesh- though it didn't look.. fleshy. it was like a regular plushy you would see at the store.

"voila..! he's yours now, hah..!" reader hand over the plushy to the, the one that they made using their very own powers. raph could only look at it with starry eyes, marvelling over his friend's powers for a minute or two before finally taking the stuffed animal in his hands.

"(reader) that's..that was amazing- you're amazing -! I MEAN, that's amazing !!"

"amazing enough for you to give back the diamond ??"

at reader's teasing tone, raph seemed a little lost- only perking up as he looked back at his hand holding the precious gem.

"OH URH- yeah, yeah !! here-" before he could even offer it, reader swiftly took it from his large palm, gently placing it inside their bag.

"thank you !!" they exclaimed sweetly, beaming at raph with a small smile- though it didn't quite match his, whose grin reached his ears, giddy about his friend's special power.

"what- what you just did is amazing !! you could use those powers to do- urrhh, such good in the world !"

"awhh, raph, don't act like I already don't use them for that reason !"

"my respect for you grows everyday, y'know that right ??"

"daww, thank you !!

💜 — rise!donnie x girly!reader !!

☆ — okay, let's be honest. his type in girls is cute yet mean, but you?? you are an expection. you are cute- you dress cute and are such a sweetheart, at times it's almost overwhelming how sweet you can be. overwhelminggly charming, almost as if he can't handle your elegant and kind personality.

☆ — he appreciates how hygienic you are. no but, really- how is every little detail on you always so on point ?? from your nails being miraculously trimmed, to your skin always glowing and being soft to the touch.. it's almost surreal to him how one can be so perfect. he suspects that either you either are really dedicated in taking care of yourself and your appearance, or you are just.. not human. because, no human would as divine as you are 24/7.

☆ — knowing him and his love for gift-giving, along with your obvious love for using cosmetics and staying pretty, he'd probably make a bunch of his makeup supplies with the help of science !! yep, just for you- he'll design them to fit your colour-pallete and sensory preferences, and even how it'll react on your skin if it's sensitive

☆ — he's honestly a little urh- shook, or rather entraced at how generous you are.. donating to numerous charities, your pockets are always full of money.. how do you do it ?? y'know what- let him beg you to give him some of that cash and THEN tell him.

☆ — no, but really.. where do you get all this money from ?? are you a thief ?? well, he couldn't care less of you were one, you could be partners in crime honestly- but he is still skeptical. the most logical explanation that he has is that you either sell makeup products, have a store with those godly baked goods that you make, or-wait.. you can do WHAT ??

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★ — "GASPPPP !" the surprised voice of a softshell in particular made (reader) drop whatever they were doing- or rather, whatever they were holding, to spin around and look at donatello.

"ohh, haha- heya donnie." (reader) offered a small smile, one soft as ever- yet also a little nervous, as they bent down to quickly scoop up the item that they dropped, which was: a diamond.

"how's-how's it going ??"

"don't you 'how's it going- wait, did- did that.." he glared at the diamond with skeptical eyes, then back at (reader)- his eyes now analytical, widened.

"did that diamond just- come out from your hand- I knew it ! you aren't human, I knew it !"

"huh ?? wait, dee, no, no, that's not it-"

"ohh spare the excuses (reader) !! no human would be able to- to pull out such precious material out of the palm of their hand !" he pointed a finger accusingly at them, his tone almost dramatic as he ranted to them his conspiracys about them.

"so that's how you get all your stash.. you- you must be a diamond-yokai !" he rushed over to them, goggles now over his eyes as he begun scanning for any possible info regarding them not being human. it was honestly a bit amusing seeing him drop theory after theory, without him knowing how wrong he viewed this whole situation.

"I mean- it is the ONLY logical explanation- you must be taking diamond shards out of your body and exchanging them for cash !! that must be why you are so comfortable with spending money on makeup supplies and donating to charities every week, which- is a lot disturbing on it's own as a thought, but it's the only-"

his rambling didn't last long though, as it was soon cut by letting out a soft giggle, smiling as shook their head. they knew that they couldn't hide their abilities from him anymore, so they decided to spill the truth.. that, or the scientist would never get off their tail.

"no, no, donnie, listen." they slid off, backing away in an rather elegant manner, though almost knocking off the from the terrapin hovering over them off his feet.

"since you've already seen me do it- I guess I should let you in on my secret."

"that- that you are not- !"

"I am human, actually." (reader) huffed out, giggling stiffly as their long, polished nails tapped the edges of the diamond.

"you see dee, I-" they fidgeted with the diamond as they spoke softly, gently bouncing the precious ore in their hand.

"can create stuff."

now donnie's look shifted from curious and wild to a more skeptic and unimpressed one, evident to the reader as he shifted his goggles back on the top of his head.

"hah, scoffff- what human can't create stuff ?" the softshell's voice came off as ironic as he put his hands on his hips, not fully convinced- or rather, understanding where you were going with this.

"you are just trying to disprove my theory !! gasp, how dare you." he crossed his arms as he leaned over closer to (reader), giving them a small mistrusting glare- his mannerisms, as always, dramatic.

"nonono, you don't get it." (reader) now slid their ore into their bag, it's theme matching their elegant and adorable style.

"..I can create stuff- anything out of my flesh. at my own will."

donatello took in a moment of silence, proccesing what you just told him. .

"you-" his eye twiched, words bouncing in his head as he tried to rationalize everything. clearing his throat and taking a small breath as he clasped his hands together.

"you are meaning to tell that- you have some sort of..creation-power thing ??" now his skeptiscim towards you has skyrocketed, and you could see it in his face- though amdist it all, the curiousity and wonder that he felt was practically radiating through that stoic, analytical exterior of his.

"huh, pretty much..yeah ?" reader shrugged their shoulders whilst brushing their flowy, soft hair with a hand.

"woa.." was the only thing that donatello let out, plastron puffing out in almost disbelief, his hand falling near his sides- head down low.

"uh, but-but of course !" he laughed out in a moment of false pride.

"that was totally my second guess ! creation powers..of course." he put his hands on his hips now, straigthening his posture- trying to make it seem as if he had suspected that their had such powers for a long time t'ill now.. which he didn't, he really dug into the conspiracy of you being a yokai.

his desparate attempt at seeming proudful made (reader) giggle, it's always funny seeing the genius be wrong about something- though, that moment of amusement ended as soon as it came once reader was struck with the realazation of what they uncovered,, or rather, who they uncovered it to.

"does that mean that you'll experiment on me now ??"

"oh (reader), why do you ask such questions, it's like you don't know me at all- OF COURSE I will." he muttered in a mock-offended tone, a small disapproving frown ecthing on his beak as he glanced at you.

"besidesss.. I have to actually test the idea of you not being human- it's still on the table, y'know !"

"why- why would I not be human, dee ??"

donnie paused at their question, his own mind blocking out any logical explanation- any explanation that is not driven by the one thing he hates the most: feelings.

"ah- well, I thought that since err, you just had a diamond shard just stab it's way out of your hand..and for some forsaken reason you are not bleeding- which is erm, NOT normal for a human. I figured that you weren't one."

he turned away, shell facing you as he tried to keep his cool, though in a moment of confidence, he spared you a small glance.

"and be-besides, uh.. no human could EVER be as divine and..pretty as you, search it up- trust me, it's scientifically proven !!" he spun around, saying the last part almost frantically- finding his own quips dumb, not shimmering how his words had flattered (reader), who let a small smile sllp up on their face, a smile that further enhached their beauty.

"ALSO- I gotta figure it all out, how you gained you powers, their limtis- everything !" he now spoke excitedly, a sharp turn from his cold, skeptic attitude towars you earlier,

"..though, ahem- I may reconsider- if you, y'know- cooked up some uranium with those powers of your, I mean- you'II you be free from-"

"donnie, that would kill me- and trusting you with uranium would explode us all-" you were cut off as he strolled behind you, cold, reptilian hands shoving you forward.

"alright then ! to the lab we go, 'diamond girl'."

"dee, no-"

💙 — rise!leo x girly!reader !!

☆ — woawah.. what a beautiful person you are. always looking so polished and pretty allll the time. 'your looks kinda match your personality', he quips every now and then. he also probably begged for you to share your secrets as to how your skin is always clean and shiny-- like what kind of skincare do you use, what's your makeup routine like ? man is jealous over here, please give him answers.

☆ — your guys's idea of a hang out is honestly like having a spa day.. with you taking care of most of the work. you bring all the beauty products to the table, applying them to the both of you while he takes note of how you use them for his own-future usage.. a turtle also has to get all dolled up, y'know ?? you guys also probably eat your baked goods while just relaxing during the spa-hours. it's a perfect time for you two to bond, and leo is taking in every moment of it.

☆ — hmmm,, I feel like he would love it if you let him style your hair every now and then. he would be interested in getting you all dolled up and all !! though knowing how much of an ass he can be, he would propably mess some shit up on purpose just to annoy you. maybe ruffling your hair after you've combed it, giving you accesories that just- dont match your cutesy vibe, mushing your makeup a little when he gets the chance to. he finds it amusing when you get mad or annoyed at him for such things, it's almost as if seeing an erh, bunny getting mad. because you are as cute as one in his eyes.

☆ — sometimes, he'll wonder- and suspect as to how, and where, you all that money from.. because everyday, it seems that you have gained more and more to spend on makeup supplies, gorgeous clothing- and donate, without exxageration, millions to numourous charities.. c'mon, don't be shy, tell him your secrets- how do you get all that loot ?? he promises he wont tell anyone.. if you purchase him a couple makeup supplies and the newest JJ comic.. maybe a small loan of five-hundred dollars would seal the deal ?? you are pretty generous to anyone and everyone, so you wouldn't mind exchanging his silence with a few gifts, rightttt ?

☆ — no but in all seriouness, how do you get all that money ?? are you a makeup artist-- do they pay you to give others makeovers ?? if so then, you would have told him right-- I mean, you know how he likes getting all pretty- well, this pretty boy can't get any prettier than he already is, but you get the point ! so his other suspecion is that.. you are a wolf in sheep's clothing- you must be..you must be thief !! putting on a gentle, cute- ..very sweet and adorable persona just to deceive others ! ..or maybe, he is just thinking these things because he is petty- and jealous of your fortune..

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★ — "oh c'mon, just admit it !! you're a thief aren't you ?!"

"leo, what are you talking about- no im not !!"

"then why did I just see you stuff a bunch of crystals- that clearly don't belong to you, in your bag, hm ??" he questioned, pointing over at the designer bag near your side, his tone rhetorical, accusing as he spoke.

"orrr are my eyes betraying me ??" he cocked his head, a small smirk on his face, one that was almost teasing. a gleam of suspense in his eyes as he looked them up and down.

(reader) took a moment to look down at their bag, a small bead of sweat rolling down their forehead as they tried to think of a way to excuse what leo saw.

"ah, haha.. those are-"

"aren't yours ? yea- figured." replied the slider- hands on his hips as he leaned over, that accusing gaze of his still on (reader).

"and- lemme take a guess here, the money that you spent for all those very, very cool makeup supplies weren't yours either ??"

"leo-"

"nuh-uh, don't try to hide it." the slider huffed, his look towards you almost judgmental.

"these don't belong to you, just because you look all cute and harmless- and..pretty- does- doesn't mean that I will fall for your schemes ! don't you know me- ol'leon isn't falling for any facade !" boasted the turtle in between his accusations, a small smirk splitting up that accusutory look of his. he eyed at your bag with a sly, yet also almost jealous gaze.

"whichhh is why you should give them to me to return them to their rightfull owners - !"

"okay, now you are the one trying to steal my crystals !" (reader) pouted as they swatted away his hand, almost tripping on their heels as they backed away from the mutant.

"uh, no ?? why would I ever steal stolen items ??"

"uhh..the jounals -?"

"hey, that was different, plus- you- you can't find houdini's journals everywhere !"

"like you can with crystals.."

"AHA !! you did steal them !" spoke triumphally the slider as he pointed a finger at them- to which (reader) only groaned disapprovingly.

"but I did not, why would I - stop trying to take my bag !"

"nuh uh, don't deny it - no more excuses, you are busted, carino- !"

"I can make you some crystals as well iif you just stop this madness !!

at their hushed words leo stopped in his tracks, his accusetory look now replaced by a mix of confusion, skeptiscm- and curiousity. his brows narrrowed a little as he played your words in his mind- almost missing the small gasp that left reader as they realized what they just uncovered.

"you can..what- run that back - run that back for a moment, would ya??" leo urged, moving his wrist in a circular motion as to further emphasise his want for an explanation out of them.

"I've uhh- nothing !! no need to discuss this further-"

"NONONO- you've piqued my interest now, go on, explain -!!" he stepped a little closer to them, looking over them in suspense as he cocked his head slightly- something that made (reader) tense a little, embarrased at themselves as to how they could let him know about their special ability.

"..and I promised to myself that I wouldn't tell anyone." they looked away, huffing out, almost dissapointgly.

"fine- fine, so uh, I guess it's time for me to debunk your theory of me being a thief, huh ?"

"wha'tcha mean ?"

(reader) bit their tongue for a moment before continuing their sentece.

"okay, so the reason of me having all those fancy things- makeup and all, isn't because I steal them."

"convince me otherwise." as they spoke, leo narrowed his eyes mistrustingly- firm on his theory, as always.

"that's literally what im trying to do here-" they argued briefly, biting back their annoyance towards the slider's petty attitude.

"THE POINT IS- just like you have your portals, I can do some magic of my own !"

"magicsaidwhatnow" in a flash, the slider's petty attitude crumbled, his way of speaking now more dorky and lighthearted, and in return (reader) eased up as well, the softest smirk appearing on their face.

"hah, oh yea- you are not the only one with cool powers here.." looking back at him, they noticed that his eyes were filled with wonder.

"what- what kinda powers, I need to k-"

"creation powers !"

leo was taken aback for a moment, the wonder in his eyes fading a little as that skeptic look of his made it's return on his face, he chuffed out a little, a sly smirk slipping up on his face as he crossed his arms.

"oh ?? creation powers you say ?"

"yup."

"why don't I believe you ?"

"cause you haven't seen me use them yet." putting their hands on their hips, (reader) gave a little a grin towards leo- a rather confident one as they saw leo's sly facade crrumble again at their words.

"well- well, let's see you use em then..!"

nodding their head, that soft grin still on their face, (reader) took a small breath and put their powers to use. in the blink of an eye, their palm begun glowing- and soon enough, much to leo's awe- the glow then took shape and..a makeup brush emerged out from reader's hand. emerging from their palm- as in breaking out of their skin.

"ewgh- gross.." the slider cringed at the sight, not expecting for their powers to work like that. was he waiting for something more majestic ?? maybe. at least the glow that surrounded the object was cool to look at.

"oh- my powers are gross now are they ??" reader remarked as they reached into their bag, taking out their makeup pallete, dunking the makeup brush in rouge before applying to their cheeks, their tone teasing and one of mock-offense.

"wait- no, nonono- not what I meant- huh, HEY- this isn't a crystal !"

"oh, I know- crystals actually take some time and patience to form.. which you have neither." they giggled out playfully- to which the slider pouted, biting down his words in pettiness.

"plus, you only wanted proof of my powers, correct ??"

"..yea."

"thought sooo." they closed the makeup pallete, waving the makeup brush around- figdeting with the object as they twirled it around in their fingers. leo, getting distracted by the motion, felt his eyes widen a bit- still trying to proccess what his friend did.

"sooo.. that's how you get all your supplies, huh ?" he asked rhetorically, feeling envious of their unique abilities, though he couldn't help but let his more dorky side come into the light.

"huh, not really..I could, but supporting bussinesses is way more refreshing." they eyed him, reading the slider like a book- a little amused by his envy. for a moment, leo just nodded silently- though jealousy still seeped from him, when suddenly- he broke out of his silent state.

"wait- waitwait..." leo put a hand in front of them, signaling them to take a pause to register their words in his head.

"you..you have cool powers such as these and didn't tell me about them ?! aa, the betrayal..!" he cried, tone dramatic as he put a hand on his forehead, looking like a swooning woman from a bad soap opera.

"oh (reader) this is worse than theft- no, you robbed me off my trust, how could you !!"

"leooo.." they called out lowly, sighing out expenctingly as the slider put on his dramatic persona- one that was broken by his laugther not too long after.

"alright, alright-- I'll cut it out okay ??" snorted out leo, who covered his face with a hand to muffle his own laugther.

"but- hah, but that doesn't mean that I'll forgive you for this y'know- ?? unless, y'know..-"

admitedly, this made (reader) let out a quite chuckle of their own.

"okay okay, I'll create those makeup supplies for you, m'kay ?"

"now we are talking, you are the best (reader) !"

"..weren't you just accusing me of theft ??"

"ap-ap-ap, we don't speak of this -"

🧡 — rise!mikey x girly!reader !!

☆ — awwwhhh, aren't you just am angel !! he looked at you with literal stars in his eyes, awe evident on his face at how pretty you were, and still are, you still are gorgeous !! he probably thought you were some porcelain doll at first with how polished you look. glowing skin, soft hands- nails always on point, clothes always ironed and prestine- and so cute too ! you honestly remind him of a sanrio character just by the way you dress /pos.

☆ — he would loveee to do your makeup once, or at least, try to do it !! knowing him though, he would probably wanna draw a creative little pattern on your face with your makeup supplies, which they may clash with your own- soft and rosy like makeup looks. however, if you do let him draw pretty patterns on your face, he'll make sure to do them as perfectly and pretty as he can.. pretty patterns to match your pretty face. oh oh- could he also, pretty please, paint your nails ?! he has a few ideas that will match your totes-cute style ! he would even create some accesories for your plushies.. bows, bracelets- maybe even little comstumes for them?? maybe ones that resemble you and him in a way- ohmigosh, you should tottaly have matching accesories !!

☆ — hmm, he would so let you experiment with new makeup on his face, or bandana !! he would get soooo giddy if you ever agreed to test your makeup on him.. he calls it a 'win win'- because you get to practice your makeup skills and test out numerous styles, and he gets to have all sorts of pretty patterns on his face ! he could never get tired of it !! he already loves art and all, so he would love having some on his face.

☆ — he is bouncing on his feet at thought of cooking or baking with you, and is honestly starstruck at how you mastered the art of cultury- even if it;s just a hobby for you. he would to make sweet and cute-looking snacks with you.. heartshaped sugar cookies, pastel-coloured cakes, and other types of visually pleasing, yummy food !

☆ — hey, maybe that's how you are getting your money !! you must be selling those delicious sweets you bake, right ?? huh- what, no ? okay, then you surely must be a makeup guruu ! ..not that either ? then how- ..wait, WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY-

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"OMIGOSHH !!" and they were caught in the act- the excited voice of the box turtle gave that impression way as he stood there baffled- or rather in awe at what he just witnessed them do. I mean, how couldn't be amazed after he saw a bunch of dollar bills emerge out of (reader's) hand ?

(reader)- although shooken up by his sudden appearance, did not shimmer his excitement- instead, they felt a little nervous. letting out a small gasp, they let the cash fall from their hand- huffing out a little as they tried to compose themselves, to give a reasonable explanation to the excited box turtle. though, before they could even utter a word, they were interupted by him again.

"how- how did you do that ?! did that money just - just come out of your hand- ohhh migosh that was so cool !!" shaking his arms, practically bouncing around- mikey beamed at (reader) with a big smile, wonder in his eyes as he rushed over to them.

"uhhh.." they took a small step backwards, chewing the inside of their cheek as they, ever so elegantly- bent down to pick up the fallen dollar bils.

"mikey- what you saw was uhh.."

"AMAZING !! anddd, a little confusing.." giggled out the mutant, who cocked his head at them like a curious puppy.

"I- I mean, you just had a bunch of cash glow out of your hand !" his feet tapped rapidly the ground as he spoke.

"could you do it again ?! I wanna see you do it again - !!"

"I - do what ??" quitely laughed out (reader) as they stood back up- fidgeting with the stack of cash in their hands before putting them in their bag. they, foolishly, decided to play dumb- though they knew that mikey saw them put their powers to use.

as they put on their dumb facade, mikey felt his smile curl down into a frown- almost like a pout as he puffed his chest out.

"what- what do you mean by- you know 'what' !!" mikey argued with them, playfully- yet firmly.

"I realy don't, haha..-"

"readerrr.," mikey intrerrupted, arms crossing as he rolled his eyes in a joking manner.

"why are you lyin' to me ? you know I hate lies !"

"mikey-"

"besides, I think it would be cool to see you do -uh, whatever you just did !! I won't judge, so why try to hide it ?!" mikey exclaimed with encouragement , tail flicking in both excitement and perhaps, impatience as he waited for you to do your tricks.

"uhh.."

"c'mon, do it, it'll be cool !"

(reader) sighed at the box turtle's persistince's, almost in defeat. rolling their eyes back at him- also in a joking manner.

"aah, why can't I ever say not to you, huh ?"

"hah, must be my adorable charms getting to you everytime !"

"either that, or you are very persistent.."

"persuisive would be the word."

"yea, you also got that effect." laughed out (reader) who waved a dismissive hand in the air playfully as mikey stuck his tongue out at them, smiling.

"alright, alright mister- c'mere, I''ll show you." they gestured him along, to which the box turtle let out a giddy laugh as he practically bounced closer to (reader). his excitement was uncontainable, and only grew with each moment as he anticipated for reader to put that sick trick of theirs to use.

and once they begun doing so, mikey almost squealed-as if his excitment was breaking it's limits. he took a note of how their hand glowed, marvelling over the soft light that grew brighter by the minute, marvelling over it's beatiful mix of colours. then, the light formed mass- looking more and more like an object, it's glow fading as the mass it slowly revealed it's shape. or rather multiple shapes. and once the light fully dimmed from they were all nail polish containers, all of which were various colours. mikey looked at them with joy on his face hands clapping stiffly, as if he couldn't be more amazed at (reader's) marvellous abilities.

"hah, did you catch that ??" now it was (reader's) turn to beam at the box turtle, whose eyes were filled with stars as he continued to grin at them with marvel and disbelief.

"(reader) that- that was so rad !! so so cool -!! oh, oh, what other things can you create- wait -"

"whoa, whoa- ease up with the questions there, big man !" they laughed out quitely, awkardly as they shook their head at the turtle slightly.

"you are a little too fired up at the moment, and I don't want for anyone else in the lair to know about..my creation powers-"

"THAT'S WHAT THEY'RE CALLED ?!"

"shhh- not here, mkay ?!" they hushed him up almost frantically, their voice somehow remaining soft.

"let's-let's just take a moment to unwind, and then I'll answer all the questions you got.." they suggested, sighing out in relief as mikey nodded at them, smiling still.

...

"and how about we do that.. through a nail-polish session, huh ?"

"hahh, ohmigosh yess !!"

★ — notes !!: can you tell I got lazy with mikey's part ?? I just wanted to get this done as I uhhh.. have delayed this for like. three weeks. im so sorry for that-- I didn't expect for me to post this at such a late notice-- I just had to study for finals,, and had to work on some other request for someone on quotev so..uhh.. yeah. it was kinda overwhelming for me to balance them all together haha (—_ —;)

anyway uhh,, I really hope that you like this one anon !! im sorry if I put too much emphasis on the 'creation power' part, I just found it quite interesting to write about !! uuhhh...what else. oh werh, have. have a great day-- or night !! or midnight. I dunno werhh. bye, supernovaes

[c-monthecob]

Never did a one-shot or drabble (or whatever you call it) before, so I apologize for the poor quality. @mikeysgf1

Synopsis: Don't ever let him into your home

"What kind of monster throws their brother out onto the streets!" Mikey shouted, clutching his overnight bag tightly to his chest.

Emma stood in the middle of the doorway, arms crossed. "You have a penthouse, Mikey. Go home."

Mikey looked over her shoulder and saw Draken holding their baby and giving Mikey a sympathetic look. "Kenny...?" he pouted, but Emma wasn't having any of it. She scooted in his line of sight, obscuring Mikey's vision of Draken. "Don't look at Draken! Draken's not gonna help you!"

Mikey gasped in hurt. He felt betrayed. His own sister. His best friend. Throwing him out of their home for the sake of privacy.

They have plenty of that when they go into their bedroom! How much more could they need?

Emma shouted at him to get out of their driveway one more time before slamming the door shut. Tearing his heart into two.

Who needs them anyway? He's got other friends who'd be glad to have him over.

Baji had Mikey locked in a full Nelson hold, while Chifuyu and Kazutora held his legs. The three of them worked in fed-up harmony to haul him out of their apartment after finding him curled up on their couch with Kazutora's sheets, Chifuyu's pillow, and Baji's blanket.

"Wait, wait, wait! It'll only be for a night!" Mikey screeched, thrashing in their hold.

"How did he even get in!?" Chifuyu shouted, wrapping his arms tighter around Mikey's left leg. "Who cares, just keep holding his legs!" Kazutora barked, opening the apartment door with one arm.

"ack!" Mikey grunted, rubbing his elbows after getting carpet burn from the hallway. "Where else am I supposed to go!?" he wailed, sitting up on his knees, pleading for them to reconsider. "Home!" The trio shouted in unison, before slamming the door shut so hard the walls shook.

Mikey sat on the floor, his back against the wall. Who else could he turn to? *click* His head shot up, watching Baji step out and stand in front of him.

He knew they'd change their mind!

Baji held out a hand to him, making a smile creep onto Mikey's face.

Mikey placed his hand into Baji's cheerfully, but was quickly shot down when Baji slapped his hand away. "I don't wanna shake your hand. Gimme the damn keys," he demanded. Mikey placed a hand on his chest, shocked at the rudeness.

First, they rudely interrupt his nap, then they manhandle him, toss him out, and demand the copied keys he spent his hard-earned money on.

How could they do this to him!?

Who needs them anyway! Plenty of other people would love to have him over!

Mana and Luna said that Mitsuya told them to say he wasn't home.

Takemichi would've let him stay, but Hina had already been warned by Emma beforehand.

Shinichiro had a girl over and refused to let him ruin his first date in ten years.

Izana still hasn't forgiven him for overfeeding his fish and killing them.

Pah's wife refused to allow him back into their home after he tracked mud onto their brand-new white carpet.

Nahoya just laughed in his face and shut the door, then Souya opened it again and told him, "Sorry, not this time."

He tried everybody, and each of them turned him away. Well... not everybody.

"Sure, you can spend the night," you stupidly welcomed him into your home. Stepping aside so he could come in with a naive, welcoming grin on your face.

Poor thing. Clearly, nobody's warned you about inviting him into your home.

And with your permission, Mikey made himself right at home.

[knifknighted]

Alternative Future AU.