#mikey would appreciate the bugs here

[leoserblog]

Mikey just thinks theyre neat but raph has to strongly disagree

[redstringraven]

4 (👀), 7, and 8 for Raph n Gwen!

\TuT/ !!! aaa THANK YOU!!! i wound up spending most of my art time on commission work today, but i'll try to get a few associated doodles up tomorrow!

shipping ask game

4) who handles bugs and how?

ngl, i was really hoping this one would be asked. >xD i've got a series of mini-comics in the works for this topic. an excuse to talk about it!!! gwyn handles the bugs. i know: stop the presses. she has a strong love and respect for animals. the bugs of 3rd earth are similar to fae-creatures in liáfsini; they're considered guardian spirits, as they're known for guiding lost children out of the woods or leading help to another who's trapped or injured. because of this, gwyn tends to treat certain bugs with special care and delicacy (she knows they're not the same as the guardian spirits, but their familiarity draws out a tenderness for something she considers sacred). she does tease raph about his hatred of bugs from time to time, but it never becomes antagonistic. more of a gentle, affectionate ribbing while she ushers a stray spider into her palm. she appreciates being called to remove an intruder in lieu of more aggressive action. raph remains just as hostile towards bugs as he is in canon throughout gwyn and ash's story arc. it's only after the arc has finished, after he and gwyn have cautiously and carefully began cultivating a relationship, that he approaches her and asks for help in overcoming this particular hatred. the liáfsian guardian spirits are sacred to the realm and its people, after all. if they're important to her, he wants to respect them... which means he can't be reflexively swatting at them or cursing their existence should he come across one. the series of mini-comics will basically be gwyn trying to help him desensitize through slow exposure. ...here. cup your hands together and i'll rest my hand in yours while this bug crawls around my fingers. mikey calls it a "roly-poly". it's harmless. don't worry, i won't let it touch you; just worry about watching it, getting to know it. we'll take the next step when you're ready. ...this approach of hers has backfired a handful of times, of course. y'know. wasps exist. so do mosquitos. much as she'd love to be snow white, some animals just don't give a fuck. and from now on: it's on sight.

7) what's something they're afraid to tell each other?

for gwyn, it... basically boils down to a number of things she's done to survive. the more she got to know the boys and their father, the more she would learn about their views on 'honor'. in the earlier periods of their time together, she wouldn't have held any shame in her willingness to fight dirty, among other things. dying with 'honor' is still... dying. and gwyn has held the mentality that "if i die, ash dies" for a long, long time. she's killed, she's broken trust, she's done "the wrong thing", and she's taken advantage of the kindness or naivety of others (this has absolutely contributed to her being protective of mikey and leo--especially leo, as he's prone to seeking out the good in others even when they don't deserve it). since befriending the turtles, she's found herself wanting to be more like them. they've instilled a kind of hope in her that she's never known before, and it sometimes leads to her putting them up on a moral pedestal. this causes her to feel even more ashamed of the things she's done to stay alive. ...cripes, while she was stealing resources from others who may have needed them, they were risking everything to stop an intergalactic war criminal from escaping their planet. and for what? almost no one even knows they exist. ...what right do i have to intrude on their lives? let alone accept their help? for raph, it may be obvious but: his temper. losing agency to his anger is something he's both fearful and ashamed of. and while he has gotten better at managing it, that doesn't erase moments in his past that still haunt him (nor does it mean the problem is completely gone). gwyn has a habit of enabling mikey when he gets on his ~battle nexus champion~ bouts, and, while raph plays along--'hating' that mikey won--there's a part of him that desperately hopes she'll never hear that mikey beat him. and it is. VERY important to note that this dread is less founded in the fact mikey beat him and entirely founded in how mikey beat him. because he gave in to his temper again. it's not who he lost to, it's what he lost to. it's that he let a major weakness of his not only be exploited, but that he let it take control. and god FORBID she ever find out about the time he attacked mikey in a blind rage. she is the one other person he knows who understands what it's like to harbor such a fierce, devoted love toward ones siblings... to lash out at one of them so mindlessly? she'd be disgusted. at this point in his life, raph is also dealing with the worry of being "dead weight" when it comes to the brothers as a unit. he recognizes leo's ability to lead and negotiate and strategize, that mikey's much more competent than he lets on and has a desire to make the world better, and that don makes up for his weakness in a fight with his strength in just about any other area--including literal physical strength. as raph once told min-ji: "when we were kids, it was easier. havin'… a place you took. or a thing you did". he feels like he's falling behind in a sense, and he doesn't know what to do about it. which, in his eyes, is weakness. she can't know about that.

8) who cooks, and are they good at it?

most of the cooking around the lair is done by either leo or mikey. when raph cooks, he cooks comfort or savory food, and he's almost always making it for someone else he thinks needs it. he's REALLY good at it. fills your belly and leaves you warm. bless'm. gwyn isn't bad at cooking, per say, more she's unfamiliar with 3rd earth ingredients and also hasn't had the resources to cook for herself in a long time. she's out of practice. what food she's gotten in the past was usually stolen, foraged, or something she sweet-talked her way into getting (i.e., dine and dash, leaving the other person with the bill). she IS getting better, though! i imagine she and ash would love joining mikey and leo in the kitchen to make meals.

[hinatastinygiant]

42 | Tate Olive

Pairing: Tokyo Revengers x Fem!Reader

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DAY 15

At just one minute before midnight, Wakasa asks you to hold out your arm. He does the same, keeping his beside you. The nine on his wrist glistens softly beside the fourteen on yours. And then, it hits midnight. Your eyes widen as nothing happens. You don’t lose a number at all and neither does Wakasa.

“What’s going on?” you ask as you look up at the man across from you.

“I’ve been up for the past three days now and I haven’t lost a single day,” he blinks. Only now can you see how red and tired his eyes look.

“So then it’s when we sleep that we lose a day and when we wake up the next morning it has like reset?” you continue to ask.

“That would make our little magic trick, as Senju put it, a loophole,” he then shrugs. “Kind of like a glitch in a game that the creators haven’t noticed.”

“What’re you trying to say?” you narrow your eyes. “That we’re in some kind of fucked up video game?”

“Have you ever played The Witcher?”

“No,” you shake your head, still not seeing where he’s going with this.

“Well in The Witcher there’s this horse who is kind of known for glitching. Like, she’ll be able to walk through walls, stand on her head, or walk on two feet. Now I’m pretty sure at this point it’s intentional but our situation might be similar to this kind of bug.”

“Where are you going with this because the last horse I saw wasn’t doing any of that. In fact, it wasn’t doing anything at all,” you scoff.

“You ate a horse?” he then asks, changing the conversation suddenly.

“Desperate times,” you shrug. “What do you want from me?”

“You know it could have been used for more than just meat,” he sighs. “Goddammit, Y/N.”

“Whatever, can you just go back to what you were saying before?” you cross your arms as you look away from him. You’re not sitting here for him to belittle your decisions. If he cared so much maybe he shouldn’t have crushed your leg and ran off without you.

“Fine,” he shakes his head. “My point is that maybe if we don’t sleep we can’t reset our clock when the next day starts.”

“What if we sleep in the middle of the day? I mean we can’t go without sleeping forever,” you think aloud.

“I haven’t tried,” he hums as though he’s never thought that far ahead before.

“Do the others know about this?” you ask.

“Just The Wanderers. And you,” he nods. “But that’s it as far as I know.”

“The Wanderers?” you repeat back to him.

“A lot of the forming groups around here have their own names,” he explains. “So naturally, Senju came up with one. Can’t say it doesn’t fit.”

You think back to when you met Mikey and he called his group the Taikyaki Fighters. You suppose there are lots of groups forming, but what group are you even in?

“We should keep this to ourselves,” you then whisper. “Might not be great if the news gets into the wrong hands.”

“I don’t plan on sharing anything,” he nods in agreement.

“Well, thanks for telling me, Wakasa,” you attempt to smile. “I really appreciate it.”

“Keep your pants on, Y/N,” he rolls his eyes. “And don’t go to sleep tonight. Think you can stay awake?”

“Got anything to drink?” you smirk.

Wakasa doesn’t say a word as he stands up and walks into the little café. You see Senju say something and nudge him in the arm before passing him two beers which he holds in one hand. When he then starts walking back outside, you look away and pretend you weren’t watching him the whole time.

“Hey,” he calls from the doorway. “Senju wants to know if you want to join the others. I said you didn’t but thought I’d still ask.”

“Uh, yeah, okay. I guess I should join them. If I stay on their good side they won’t try to kill me,” you grin. You then stand up and walk toward Wakasa who hands you one of the beer bottles.

“Smart choice,” he nods. “C’mon.”

Inside, you sit at the small countertop beside Akashi who has been drinking Saki with Inui, Kokonoi, and Senju.

“So what other group have you been with this whole time, Y/N?” Senju asks. “You weren’t on your own, right?”

“Oh, I was with the Taiyaki Fighters. I was on my way back to them actually, when I got into trouble before…”

“On your way back to them?” Senju hums. However, before you can answer she’s interrupted by her brother.

“I know one of those guys,” Akashi nods. “Shinichiro. He was a firefighter I saw a few times at the funeral home when there was a… well maybe let’s not talk about that,” he then chuckles awkwardly.

“Yeah, well Shinichiro isn’t part of our group so don’t go getting a soft spot for him. We’ve already got one of those with…” Senju trails off as she attempts to subtly look at Wakasa.

“You know, you’re the one who hinted at the whole fucking loophole with Y/N so don’t go blaming me. Maybe you’ve got the soft spot for her,” Wakasa scoffs.

“Huh!? So? You still told her,” she tries to deflect the blame.

“Hey, shut up, yeah?” Inui grumbles. “Who the fuck cares? She doesn’t look that dangerous to me. How many people have you killed?”

Kokonoi looks at you with interest, too. “All of us here don’t want to run around killing people which is why it’s a good thing to have in our pocket. His question is valid.”

Your face heats up as you look around the room. It’s quite obvious you’ve killed way more people to get where you are now than they have.

“Fuck you,” you spit before standing up and walking out of the café.

If it were anyone you’d want to have follow you, he’d be your last choice. Kokonoi. You have nothing to say to him so even when you turn and see him following closely behind, you keep on walking.

“Fuck off, asshole!” you shout as you continue to stomp your feet on the tiled subway floor.

“You don’t agree with them, do you?!” he shouts back. However, he doesn’t sound angry at all and it completely throws you off guard. You stop where you are, still not turning around to face him, but instead wait to hear him out.

“You want to kill. I know you do so don’t even put on that stupid act around me. Just listen. I know a group you can join. Leader’s got over a hundred. If you can find him and appeal to him, he’d probably let you join.”

Interested in why he knows all of this, you finally turn to face him. “Then why don’t you join?” you scoff.

“I can’t leave Inupi,” he shrugs. “And he’d never go for it.”

“Then why offer it to me?”

“Because if you want to get all that fucking anger out, then you should do it. I mean that’s the whole fucking point of this world and those guys are just trying to dismiss it like it’s not part of our goddamn survival now.”

“So then kill him and leave,” you scoff. “If you’re so pissed then do what you have to do.”

Kokonoi looks at you as if you just read exactly what he was thinking. However, his expression quickly turns sad. “If I did, I’d never forgive myself.”

You nod, understanding where he’s coming from as you approach him. You then stand next to him and put your hand on his shoulder while looking straight ahead down the long tunnel of the subway.

“If you need me to help, just say so. Now, let’s go back before this looks weird.”

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Taglist: @pikagirl2001330

[angryschnauzer]

Cuddles and Snuggles

Summary: Its the morning after date night with your sugar daddy, and your two roommates crawl into your bed for a snuggle. Finding you naked things get very touchy feely, very quickly. (pretty much pure smut)

Fandoms: The Tudors, Hellraiser, Henry Cavill

Pairing: Modern day Charles Brandon x Female Reader x Mike (Hellraiser)

Warnings: 18+, Smut, NSFW, Roomates to lovers, friends with benefits, sugar daddy arrangement (no use of the term ‘daddy’), massage, titty sucking, fondling, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, double penetration, double vaginal penetration, anal fingering, triple penetration, spy camera.

Here is my masterlist and AO3

Wordcount: 2244

I do not run a tag list, instead please follow @angryschnauzerwrites​ and put that blog onto notifications, you’ll then get an alert each time i post something new. My AO3 also has my entire back catalogue of stories (going back to 2013).

Authors note: This week has been completely overwhelming, so i took an impromptu day off to disassociate and write some unplanned smut. The first half of the story i actually had as a dream (bed snuggles with Charles and Mikey) but i let my imagination go smutty with where to take it thereafter. Enjoy.

Cuddles and Snuggles

The pale morning light filled your room and you stretched your limbs out beneath the all white duvet, shivering a little from the cool sheets touching your heated skin, but also realising you’d slept in past the time the heating had already finished its morning blast. For a moment you worried you had missed class, but then a further stretch reminded you of your sore muscles from the night before, and as date night was always Friday night you smiled and snuggled back into the duvet further. Just then your phone chimed, and as you decided to check it you smiled as you saw the message;

‘New Funds Received: $4000 deposit’

Having a Sugar Daddy was worth the effort you put in, especially when he was paying all expenses for your graduate course at Harvard plus a weekly allowance. Whilst you had your phone in your hand you snapped a shot of yourself, ensuring to get your naked chest in the photo and hit send to him, knowing he would appreciate it.

Just then a notification for the houseshare group chat popped up, opening it you read as your two roommates argued whose turn it was to make coffee. Ignoring the chat you locked your screen and snuggled back under the covers. A few minutes later you heard your door open, and a deep voice;

“I know you’re awake”

“I am”

“If you don’t get up i’m getting in”

You giggled. Charles was always a cuddle bug. Coming from a very wealthy family, he could have taken the trust fund route, but instead had opted to continue his education and was now almost complete with his Doctorate on Ancient Literature. He was well into his mid 20’s, but cut a fine figure of a man, working out regularly and making sure his grooming habits were always on point.

Your lack of movement was the trigger for him to cross the room and slide in beside you, his light bed tshirt and sweats brushing against your skin as he sought you out beneath the kingsize duvet. As his hand curved around your stomach you let out a small hum until he pulled you flush with his chest and his lips brushed against your neck;

“Your Sugar Daddy tire you out last night?”

“He did indeed”

Both of your roommates knew about your arrangement, and thankfully were chill about the whole thing. In the past some people had been judgemental, but this wasn’t the case with the boys. 

Charles moved his hand that was on your waist up to your shoulders, massaging it, his big hands working their magic beneath the duvet. Letting out a contented sigh you relaxed into his touch, smiling as he worked his way blindly down your back until he paused at the curve of your ass;

“Oh”

That hand curled back around your waist and he pulled you harder to his chest, and you felt him rock his bulge against your ass and let out a quiet appreciative grunt. Just then you heard footsteps in the hallway;

“So that’s why the coffee pot hasn’t been filled yet”

Not waiting for an answer, moments later you felt Mike crawl up the bed from beneath the duvet, his dark messy curls appearing in front of you. Those vivid blue eyes glanced and you and then down at your chest, and a big smile appeared on his face;

“Oooh titties!” quickly snuggling up to you, his hand over your waist and his face was soon pushed softly against your breasts as he proceeded to motorboat you.

Your relationship with both of your roommates was one where there were very few boundaries. No-one was ashamed of being naked in front of the others, and there of course had been times when you’d ended up letting things go beyond ‘just friends’ with both of them. It was a regular occurrence for one of you to climb into another's bed, either for comfort, or for warmth, or to just be a pain in the ass and wake them up. However this was different; all three of you were in the one bed, and usually you all were clothed. Okay yes the two boys were still dressed, but you were complete nude and it had immediately changed the dynamic of the situation. 

As Mike softened in your arms, his comical motorboating slowed and he was gently nuzzling at your tits. He was in just a soft black t-shirt and checked flannel pyjama pants, your hands finding their way beneath his t-shirt to tenderly stroke at his sides and back. The action moved him closer, and as he pressed your bodies together you could feel a hardness pressing against your stomach. He moved his mouth and caught one of your nipples between his lips, suckling softly and making you arch your back, pushing your breast into his touch and your ass out. The latter elicited a murmur of appreciation from Charles who moved his hands away to push his sweats down before his hand gripped your hip and you felt his hard length settle in the crease of your ass, grinding into you. 

You felt Mike pull your leg up over his hip, his hand splayed out on the back of your thigh, as Charles crept his fingers around your hip to your slit, and traced through your now wet and ready folds, dipping into your hole;

“You’re ready, aren’t you?”

You nodded and hummed, biting your lip as you felt him position his thick crown at your entrance before pushing in slowly;

“Ohhhh” you felt stretched as he filled you, your body still slightly sore from the night before, but you were resilient. Plus your Sugar Daddy had pushed you beyond what you thought your limits were in the past as he knew you could take it.

Charles started to fill you with shallow smooth thrusts, his hand gripping your hips and his lips found their way to your neck, pressing kisses to your pressure points as his soft beard gave a friction to his jaw that tickled your skin just right. Consumed with what Charles was doing, you’d foolishly thought Mike was content with your tits, however when you finally opened your eyes you saw him sliding further down your bed as he took the duvet with him, before he managed to duck his head down and bury it between your legs.

“Hey Charles, slow down for a second” his voice was muffled by your thighs, but Charles lifting your leg high and wide, giving Mike enough room to get his mouth on your clit.

“OH Fuck…” the sensations were divine, Mike’s strong jaw and wicked tongue working on your clit, Charles’ meaty cock filling you just right. The dual sensations were enough to have your orgasm approach rapidly, you just needed the one final trigger. That was put into place when Mike slid two long fingers inside you alongside Charles, stretching you as he crooked them and pressed against your sensitive spot high up on the inside and you came with a whimper, squeezing them both. Charles pressed kisses to the side of your face, whispering praises as he slowed his thrusts whilst Mike carefully pulled his fingers out and shuffled up the bed, the duvet now long since cast aside.

The kiss as Mike captured your lips tasted of your own juices, his tongue working against yours and you felt him pulling his pyjama pants down, pulling your leg back over his hip as he took your hand and wrapped your fingers around his hard dick;

“Feel what you do to me?” you pumped him, relishing the feel of the hardness beneath the velvet soft skin; “You’re so good at this, you gonna take us both”

Pressing a kiss to his plump lips you nodded.

“Good girl” Charles praised as he lifted your leg and slowed his thrusts again allowing Mike to position himself alongside him.

Relaxing as much as you could, you shut your eyes as you felt Mike stretch you out as he pushed his dick into your soaked pussy alongside Charles. Their praises rung in your ears as you struggled not to be overwhelmed at the sensation, the fullness, your body deceived you and surprised you with a gentle orgasm, but you knew there was a bigger wave to come;

“Harder… Please, i can take it”

Your request invigorated the boys' efforts, their strong hands gripping onto you for purchase as their hips worked in a synchronicity that for a moment had you wondering if they’d done this before, a learned skill of working together as a team. Mike moved his upper body so he could cup your tits, taking turns to such each nipple, whilst Charles managed to find other places for his hands to cause devilish magic. One hand slipped down your stomach, pushing between yours and Mike’s to find your clit and rubbed tight circles against the swollen bud, however the other strayed down your back to your ass. Finding you wet and slippery, his thick digit met little resistance as he pressed against your back door, and you eagerly allowed him entry knowing it would be the final trigger for what you needed. When he was in up to his knuckle it was what broke the levy and you were consumed by your orgasm, coming hard as you soaked the sheet below you, giving the two thick dicks inside you the final lubrication they needed to unleash hell.

“Can i cum inside her?” Mike asked Charles quickly

“I…err…” Charles faltered, so close to the edge of shooting his own load, but that final thought of having another mans cum on his dick fogging his mind for a moment

“Please boys, i want you to both cum inside me, i need it”

Charles grunted;

“Yeah Mikey, lets flood her, not like i’m gonna make you pregnant or something”

Mike laughed;

“True” he cupped your chin; “No risk of us making you pregnant?”

You shook your head;

“I’m on birth control… please… i’m so close again… lets cum together…”

With a sudden rush of energy, both Charles and Mike ploughed into you, filling you with their heavily swollen cocks, Charles sliding a second finger into your ass, and you came with a scream, this time squirting around them both as they came simultaneously, filling you with copious amounts of their creamy seed.

Sweaty and sated, the three of you lay connected on the soft sheets, gently caressing the others, three minds collectively together and at peace. Just as you were starting to feel the onset creep of sleep, dual alarms sounded from their bedrooms, causing them to both jolt back to consciousness.

“Hockey practice!” Charles almost shouted, pulling out of you at the same time Mike did. He quickly pushed your legs back together with a grin; “Keep all that inside”

You watched as they both rolled/fell off the bed, pulling their sweats/pyjama’s up over their asses;

“You’re both going?”

Charles was already out of the room, Mike stopping at the doorway;

“It's the final practice session before we take on the engineering faculty, coach Syverson will have our balls if we’re late”

With a sigh you lay flat on your back, moments later seeing both your boys running for the door with the kit bags swung over their shoulders. The slam of the front door told you they had left the building, followed by the revving of Mike’s Subaru as he peeled out of the parking space outside your place.

Just then your phone rang, and as you glanced at the screen you smiled as the words ‘Sugar Daddy’ came on screen, answering as you lay back;

“Hi August”

“Well, you’ve had a fun morning, haven’t you?”

You glanced at the small security camera that sat on your desk, directly opposite the end of your bed;

“Did you enjoy the show?”

August let out a small grunt;

“Very much so. Show me what they did to you…” Propping yourself up on your pillows you opened your legs wide, the feeling of two loads of cum pooling at your used hole before sliding out and pouring down your ass; “You can squeeze some more out my little slut”

“Auggie, i can’t… i’m sore”

“You don’t need to put anything inside, rub that clit and push them out”

As your older man watched through the camera, you rubbed your clit, pulling another orgasm out of you and you felt thick globs of cum pour from your battered pussy. When you went limp on the bed you heard his voice praising you;

“Did so well my little slut. Wasn’t sure you had it in you to take two dicks at once, but know that i know that i have a friend who i’ll bring to our next date night”

“Really? Is he as big as you?”

August knew you weren’t talking about height or body type;

“You’ll be pleased with what Walter has to offer” he chuckled down the line; “Now get some rest, you’ve had three dicks in you in the last 24 hours in one way or another, time to rest that pussy so you’re not still distracted for class on Monday”

“Yes Sir” you saluted to the camera, before pushing your cum soaked fingers into your mouth to lick them clean.

You heard a sigh down the line;

“You are a wicked young woman”

[raphsweapondealer]

Tomboy talents

To my fellow Tom boy ladies out there! Here's Tom boy knowledge/talents that would probably throw your turtle clean off!

Raphael:

Um. Working out. DOH X3 sorry. Too obvious?

He'd be oblivious, then one day you go into his gym and start pumping weight

Poor boy almost drops the bar on his throat

Doesn't appreciate the snarky comment about you spotting him if he needs it. (Not that you could. He has like, 12 plate on that bar and can throw a 6000 lb shipping container.

Your just getting your hits in

He'd watch you load up your weight. It'd be the perfect amount where'd you'd start struggling at the end of your set. But your form is CLEAN.

All this time of you wearing sweatshirts and here you go. Strolling on in, tank top showing off your delts, biceps, triceps, delts and lats (maybe a tattoo or two?)

You clearly never skip leg day

Hes insulted you never told him

After he gets over his stupor of course

Bonus: you know how he needs to eat and help him out there. And you listen to some HEAVY metal while you're nothing pumping weight

No platauing for him! Your boy gonna get big with his number 1 by his side!

Leonardo

Driving and knowledge of weapons

Wat? Driving??

One day the boys get in trouble, Leo and Donnie need to tend to their injured brothers. In the back. But you guys need to get out of there!

No problem. You go this

You WHIP that garbage truck! Hell yeah!

Like, it might as well be your commuter or something, you make that rig your bitch

Through new york city nonetheless

Holy crap its impressive!

Weapons? All weapons!

You're in your apartment cleaning your rifle to the point you could do a white glove inspection on it

It's your baby. You take such good car of it

Leo walks in on you, very surprised to see you doing that of all things.

Scared tf out of you because he was so quiet and just staring at you the whole time

Crap Leo! Don't do that!

Hes still examining a hole into you as he gets closer.

Loves this about you, sharpens his sword while you take care of your stuff after a day at the range.

You have a nice sharpener. Because of course you have a bunch of blades too!

Good oils, you know what will last and what won't.

Bonus: you know how to spray paint. You like to paint your guns

Needless to say, you're at the center of fearless's radar. (You went way past just being on it. Good lord!)

Mikey

Meme knowledge and video games

Hes playing elden ring. He's stressing

Ask if you can play

Raises a brow at you, asks if you played a dark souls game.

You just smile knowingly, take the controller, load up your account and get in your character

Destroy the boss he has been struggling with for the past 3 hours (let's be honest considering that game 3 hours is not outlandish)

Mikey is IN LOVE. WAT!

Begs you for help, asks what buffers he needs, summons, oh he has so many questions now!!

Of course you help him, show him where to get certain spells, side bosses he should really fight to get good amulets.

This man was NOT ready, but very much so isn't mad. Wow!

It's all fun and games until you start quoting current memes while he's fighting.

Old and new, he doesn't care. Simple like "do you know da wae" to some monster who one shots you

"My brother in Christ! You blew that horn!" You say as you slaughter the pesky guards.

Mikey can only take so much.

His heart is racing as he finally takes you all in

Holy cow you're amazing!

Donnie

Anything techie anything mechanical. (Come to think of it these are very obvious sorry! 😂)

Oh. You helped him fix bug in his program? Um. Are you a goddess??

Even simple things like you setting up a sound system for the other three brothers

Donnie comes out to help you only to realize you're done

If you fix stuff around the lair he will be in absolute awe.

Hes working on the garbage truck, even handing him the tools he needs he will be shook

You show him you know how to use said tools? God yes!

You show him a tool he's never seen before? And how to use it? Oh my god his life is so much easier and that is amazing you could show him!

You buy him some tools?? His heart. Like Mikey he can't take it. Where did you even come from??

Correcting him on whats wrong

Not brakes. It's the bearing. Duh. That's why it makes that noise

Doesn't believe you at first. Lord help you if you're right, because he will take you to his room and you two won't be coming out for a while

Shit is hot!

Even if you're not right he's still impressed you can give plausible ideas for troubleshooting.

Still hot!

[ooffies]

Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Baji & Sanzu (boten) x gn!reader

A/n: This is my first time writing for tokyo revengers, I hope it turned out ok :,). Not deeply proof read so I apologize if there are any errors!

Warnings: mention of drugs/being high & a good amount of swearing

Reblogs are very appreciated!

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• Bugs don't bother him, he's fine with having them around as long as they mind their own business and don't get too close to him

• He definitely teases you about your fear of bugs.

• He acts like he won't kill the bug and will probably have you beg him by saying something ridiculous like "Oh my dearest, beloved Mikey! You're the strongest, coolest and most handsome man in the world! Oh please defeat the tiny, harmless insect that makes my heart quiver in fear!"

• You definitely know that he's joking and will always get rid of the bug for you.

• He's definitely a bug killer, he takes his sandle off and smacks it. One to three smacks usually do the trick.

• Once the "terrible, foul and terrifying" insect has been dealt with and cleaned off whatever surface it met it's end on, he'll come over and cover your face with kisses. Saying stuff like "Your knight in shining armor has saved you once again! Now shower him with praise and love!" Or "See babe? The bug was nothing to the mighty Sir Mikey! I can't believe these things are your worst fear. What would you ever do without me s/o~?" he says with a smirk and snicker.

• You can either give a light, playful slap to the face or start returning his kisses. His way of calming you down is making you laugh and smile :)

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• He's just like Mikey when it comes to bugs, he doesn't mind them but they better not get near him.

• Only light teases you about your fear. Saying that it's cute, or that your so cute, ect

• Always comes into the room when you call for him and will always get rid of the bug for you.

• "Oh? There's a spider over there? Don't worry about babe, I'll take care of it."

• Usually he's not a bug killer and will use a something like a tissue or towl to pick it up and chuck it out the window. Except for cockroaches. He shows no mercy for them and will smash them into the floor.

• Once he's done getting rid of the bug he'll kiss your forehead, wrap his arms around you and say it's been taken care of.

• "Ya see babe, the bugs gone now there's no reason to keep shakin' like a leaf" he says as he pulls you into a warm embrace.

• "...... Thank you Ken." You bury your face deeper into his chest. He knows your embarrassed that you have to call him to get rid of every pest that invades your home.

• A laugh leaves his lips as he lifts your face towards his, he rubs his nose against yours and says "No need to be embarrassed s/o, I'm always here to protect you, even if it's just from a bug."

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• He's definitely not a fan of bugs but he doesn't mind dealing with them.

• Doesn't tease you about your fear at all cause he hates them. He just hates the way they crawl, their legs and creepy heads..... ugh just thinking about them makes his skin crawl.

• Just like Draken he always come to deal with bugs when you ask, no making you begging and no complaints.

• He's definitely a bug saver but he likes to have as little contact with them as possible. So he use a cup and a piece of paper to get rid of them.

• If the bug somehow touches him he'll freak and throw it out the nearest window (along with the cup he was using I may add)

• After the bug is gone he'll lazily wrap his arms around you and say ask for a quick kiss as reward. But in the situation the bug touched him, he'll be panicking and apologizing for throwing the glass cup out the window while  aggressively washing the spot where the bug touched him.

• "Ah shit babe I'm so sorry I just freaked out when the bug crawled out from under the cup and I-"

• Kiss him to make him shut up (and don't forget to thank him too ofc~)

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• Oh boy

• At first he made it seem like bugs didn't bother him at all and that'd he kill them with no hesitation.

• He would constantly tease you about your fear of bugs and boast about he'd be there to save you from them

• But oh boy was that a lie

• It was a hot summer day, you and Baji were at your house trying to cool down using one of the fans you had.

• "Damn! Why the hell is it so hot out today!?" your boyfriend said scouching closer to fan.

• "Tell me about it!" You replied, an annoyed expression settling on your face, "I had planned out our date day today but now it's all ruined thanks to this he-"

• As you turned your head you could feel your heart stop. Right at the other end of the room was a big ass cockroach.

• "Babe why did ya stop in the middle of your sentence-"

• "Baji." You looked him dead in the eye as you quickly raised to your feet, "Please go kill that roach for me cause if that thing moves an inch closer to me I will cry." He cracks a smile and let's out a laugh.

• "BAHAHAHAHA DAMN YOU'RE THAT AFRAID OF A ROACH?!?! I can't with you sometimes babe." He stands up and places a hand on your shoulder, "But don't worry babe your knight in shining armor is here to help-"

• *shuffle, shuffle*. Both of your guy's eyes turned in the direction of the noise, the roach was making its way towards you two. Before you could even react out of your own fear Baji let out a blood curdling scream and jumped into your arms so fast you almost toppled over.

• "BABE KILL IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW. KILL IT NOW I CAN'T BE IN A ROOM WITH THIS FUCKING ROACH"

• You were shocked. Thinking back to the Baji 15 seconds ago who was making fun of you for your fear of bugs and being all confident about how killing a bug was easy for him. But now he was a crying, blubbering and terrified mess in your arms.

• So whether you like or not, your the one who has to take care of the pests now.

•  If you ever tell someone about that incident he'll die on the spot.

• And if you ever remind him of it he'll get all red in the face, think of it as payback for him teasing you.

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• He's not afraid to admit he hates bugs as much as you do. He especially hates touching them.

• So when it comes to who is gets bug killing duty you two decide with good old fashioned roshambow.

• "Ro!"

• "Sham!

• "Bow!"

• You breath a sigh of relief, you played scissors and Sanzu had played paper.

• "Shit!" Sanzu let a sigh of defeat, his shoulders slumping. You reassuring place a hand on his shoulder. You pressed a quick kiss on his cheek and said, "Don't worry babe, I believe in you! I'll be cheering you on....." You saw his lips slowly raise upward, forming a smile, ".....From the otherside of room." His smile quickly dropped into an annoyed frown, "Damn s/o! I really don't wanna kill that fucking roach!" His gaze turns toward the roach relaxing on your guy's coffee table.

• "I'm sorry Sanzu I know you hate bugs as much as me but I won fair and square. The faster you get it done the faster that roach will be gone!" You said with an encouraging smile

• "Ugh...... you're right...." He slowly started to make his way towards the 6 legged fiend. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he stood over it.

• As I mentioned before Sanzu hates touching bugs. But when he's panicked he doesn't really think straight. So he usually ends up picking up the bug with his bare hands and either 1. Throws it out the window or 2. Smashes it as hard as he can on the nearest flat surface. This usually cause him to start screaming cause he made physical contact with the bug.

• Let him sob into your shirt while you calm him down. He will cry for 20 minutes straight cause he touched a bug (also cause he's probably as high a fucking kite/j). Give him kisses and tell him he did a great job dealing with bug.

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What’s in a name

It’s silly but I missed Michael Addams, so sorry, it’s not long nor great, but at least I wrote something ! 

(they don’t have kids yet here) 

         "Oh, hello Mister Addams... And Madam Addams ! Hi ! Thanks God, you're here with your husband... I mean, welcome !"

The saleswoman knew Michael and (Y/N) well. They often came to buy pastries. (Y/N)'s favourites. So of course, being a devoted husband who wanted to please his Goddess, Michael also came very often alone, to buy little surprises for his dear (Y/N). He would watch her savour them with a glass of champagne, naked on the bed, waiting for her to offer to taste or join her. More than cakes, it was one of Michael's favourite activities, admiring his Goddess. Whether she is eating or doing something else, but being perfectly happy, thanks to him.

Michael, like the rest of his family, was a bit... particular. Everyone knew the Addams in town, and no one wanted to run into them. But when he was accompanied by his wife, then people relaxed. Michael alone was a real pain. Michael with (Y/N) was okay, and then everyone liked the young lady who made this freak a little more normal than usual. He was always special of course, but since he didn't want to displease her, he behaved quite well.

There was still that little smile on his face that scared them though, because no one knew what it meant. Michael was starting to smile after the greetings, and some thought he didn't like them talking to him. But he didn't smile like that when he was alone, so they thought for a while that he didn't appreciate them talking to his wife. They quickly realized that they were wrong, after some had stopped talking to her.

           "We will never come here again." Michael said in a clothing store.

           "What ? Why ?" (Y/N) wondered.

           "They haven't greeted you, they're not polite. No one ignores a Goddess like that."

           "You're exaggerating Mikey, they said hello to you, that counts for two."

           "No Cara mia, they must greet you, kneel before you, beg for your pity and thank you for honouring them with your presence in their lousy shop."

To avoid losing good clients, as the Addams were rich, everyone said goodbye to (Y/N) when she left, curtsying like she was of royal blood. Michael's anger did not subside immediately, and the couple did not return for several weeks, presumably because the wife had insisted, and the husband could not refuse her anything, but everyone thought he had also accepted because the sellers had made this small gesture of submission.

After that everyone treated (Y/N) like a queen, and even though they did it mostly because they were scared, they thought she deserved it, because she was kind, patient, lovable, and she stood up for them when Michael was getting too demanding. For taming the beast that was Michael Langdon, she deserved the best. Michael's small smile was certainly satisfaction, seeing that everyone understood that (Y/N) was a true Goddess.

It was partly the truth. Even though he didn't like sharing her, Michael considered himself to be just an insect among the bugs next to (Y/N), he was lucky that she had chosen him, and it was normal that everyone were watching her. A Goddess was to be glorified and feared. But that wasn't why he was smiling.

           "She said it again."

           "What ?" (Y/N) asked, taking a bite of her creamy puff as they walked home through the park.

           "Madam Addams."

           "Of course, since I'm your wife, I'm Madam Addams."

           "Oh." he sighed. "Say it again Cara mia."

           "I am Madam Addams. (Y/N) Addams."

           "That's stupid, and I would have taken your name if you'd asked me but... I love that you have my name. It's such an honor ! On... Oh, on your gravestone, there will be 'Addams' ! Our two names side by side, and underground, our two entwined bodies ! The Addams ! I'm already quite exhilarated when these idiots say "and your wife", but when they add "Madam Addams", I... I want... I want..."

           "Yes Mikey ?" purred (Y/N).

           "I would like to throw myself at your feet to kiss them. Then my mouth would go up slowly, kissing every part of your body up to your lips ! Then I will admire your sweet face for hours, reciting every reasons why I love you, and finally, if you order me, I will make love to you !"

           "In the pastry shop ? In front of everyone ?"

           'Where you want, when you want, how you want, Cara mia ! My Goddess ! Of course, then I would have to kill the witnesses, because no one is allowed to see you naked, but I will !"

           "You are crazy. I knew that, but your madness surprises me every time. I love it."

           "And I love to surprise you." he said kissing her hand, before licking the cream she had on her fingers.

Once they got home they didn't talk about it again, Michael being too busy making dinner, then preparing a bath, then a romantic evening for his beloved wife, like he did every day, but (Y/N) did not forget his confession, and from time to time, when she felt that he was not feeling well or when she wanted to send him a message, she used it.

           "Madam Addams wants to take a shower with you."

           "Cara mia !"

           "Madam Addams would love to go to the beach today."

           "I will prepare the bag my Goddess !"

           "Madam Addams... wants you to be on the bed in two minutes."

           "My love !"

It was like a game of "Simon says", terribly funny for both of them. Except the one time Fester heard one of the sentences and went to ask Morticia why she wanted her nephew to "be blindfold and wait for him in the bedroom." Malignant, Mortica simply replied that there wasn't just one Madam Addams, without Fester understanding what that meant, so he told Gomez, who was as jealous as his nephew when it came to his wife, and who then decided to know what Michael was doing, entering in his house before the worst, fortunately for him.

           "Uncle !"

           "Michael... Oh, hello (Y/N), you are... almost naked..."

           "I should tear your eyes out for that, uncle ! Go ! Leave us ! Madam Adda... My Goddess is very embarrassed !"

           "Right away ! Forgive me !" stammered Gomez, immediately realizing his mistake.

After this incident, they no longer played "Madame Addams wants" in public, to avoid misunderstandings. They didn't really had to play to have fun anyway.

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Hey There, Lunar Boy✧*。Mikey x Fem.Reader

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The absent are always in the wrong. That is just a principle of justice, one could suppose. After the gas attack and the arresting of Naoto Tachibana, the first division of Luna- sectors A-1 through A-5, were put on lockdown, and all of the staff members had a new assignment, the people they used to work with now no longer under their care. After some were found guilty; if one were suspicious, a rumor would start. And from that rumor was an unintentional opening of weakness that any criminal within those sectors could use. 

Manjiro was, however, a different case. After that woman's announcement of the trial date, he had been locked in confinement, only having the occasional meal dropped down to him through the small square opening in the ceiling. 

Of course, there were bathroom breaks, but even then he was watched. And all supposedly for the sake of "The public's ever-lasting good and safety." As if that had meant anything at all to him. 

Laying down on the spongy floors, he ran his fingers through his hair, wincing at how tender his scalp had become, at how greasy his hair was. He went over the past couple of days in his mind, recalling all that had happened. Not one of his questions had been answered, except for how he got here.  

A crash from the ceiling interrupted his thoughts, and he looked up to see a woman peeking her head through- a wary smile on her face. She looked vaguely familiar, and upon looking her in the eyes,  Manjiro felt a tingle in his skin- almost like an itch, like a bug was crawling up his skin.  

"Sorry- I'm kinda new here. You're number 070417, right ?"

He nodded, watching the woman as she stuck her hand into the room and fumble with the ceiling, just as Naoto had done when he came to get Manjiro. 

It was quiet for a moment, and then,

"You know, I'm not supposed to be talking with you, but you look a lot like someone I knew back on Earth."

"Hm?"

"Yeah- he went by Mikey- you guys have the same face, but he was a blonde with longer hair. It's freaky."

She went back to messing with the ceiling before shouting in excitement. The ladder fell, and once again, rusted chips fell off from it. 

"Okay, you go ahead and get up the ladder sir. I'm just getting some files ready- you know that your trial date is soon?"

"Mhm."

"Sir?"

"Hm?"

"I don't know why I'm saying this, but I feel like I should-" She pulled Manjiro up, unfastening his jacket- "But, you don't look like a bad person, y'know? I'm not saying that I don't know what you did cause I do. I mean, I looked at your file and all...it's just that, well..."

"Well what?"

The two looked at each other for a moment before the woman looked away. 

"You have a gentle heart."

Nothing else was said as she escorted Manjiro to the canteen, leading him through, the rope attached to his wrist getting tighter with every tug as he got distracted.

As they got closer, the sounds of metal clinking and people arguing got closer. The staff member glanced at Manjiro then back at the door, a look of confusion on her face as they finally got there that turned to shock and anger. Quickly, she disregarded her position, storming through the doors, I.D. badge out and ready in case of a question for authority (not that a level 1-E would have much clearance). Manjiro followed quickly, his knees almost buckling. Inside, an apparent food fight had started. 

Along the grayscale walls, ribbons on different foods in all states of matter were sliding down the walls and onto the floor. One item, purple and not possibly edible without some built-up resistance, had begun to evaporate, an even darker purple vapor coming from it. 

The people behind the counters who had been on serving duty donned on coveralls of clear plastic, holding metal trays above their face as they laughed wickedly.

In the middle of the hall, two men were throwing punches fast, faces bruised and bloody. On the left, the shorter of the two pulled the other's braids down, kneeing him in the face. In return, the braided man grabbed a nearby chair, crashing it into the other's shins.

"The hell are they doing?"

"I don't know, but my money's on Ran!"

"No, you idiot- Sanzu's knocking the shit out of him!"

"$50 BUCKS ON HAITANI!"

"SHUT UP- THAT CURRENCY ISN'T EVEN USED ON EARTH ANYMORE."

Onlookers that had been eating peacefully rose, circling them, not paying any mind to the staff member's and Manjiro's arrival.

"What's going on?" 

Another staff member, who had just entered, turned to her, 

"We're not sure how this happened, "Miss Akaashi, but we'll get this under control as fast as possible."

Just how did the power system work here?

Regardless, Manjiro looked around the room, walking away from 'Miss Akaashi', wincing at the rope digging into his wrist before grabbing a plastic knife off the floor. 

It was too dull to hurt someone, but maybe...

He pocketed it fast, then came back while more people rushed in. 

A loud crack sounded, almost mimicking the sound of a bone popping- but not quite. 

And then a scream. 

The people that had gathered quickly dispersed, even the two who had been throwing punches had stopped.

The cantine went deadly quiet, and, stepping on his tiptoes, Manjiro looked over, sucking in his breath.

Naoto Tachibana was on the floor, a bloody hole through his mouth, and past his eyes. 

Dead.

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The Adventure - TMNT Bitches:  Chapter 9

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CHAPTER 9:  Enter the She Turtles

·         Kari watches the elevators with anticipation and feels a wave of giddiness at as the doors slide open and two of her TMNT peeps step out into the crowded hotel lobby.  Kassie’s shorter frame leading the way in her TMNT t-shirt, jeans, and ‘Raph’ shoes, cute leather lace-up sandals, that she bought specifically for this occasion.  Holly following, her blonde head bobbing through the crowd, in her own TMNT swag, jean shorts, and green Converse tennis shoes.

·         Kari is practically bouncing when they finally walk up to join her near the receptionist station, she looks like a cat who has eaten the canary, her grin is so wide.

·         “You look mighty happy”, Holly chirps out in her thick country-southern accent.  “Yes, you look as happy if someone showed you turtle cock”, comes Kassie’s southern accented comment, as she and Holly both stare at Kari’s wide grin.

·         “Oh, it wasn’t THAT good, but it was GOOD”, Kari replies back, “you guys will never believe what I just saw!”.  

·         “Well, don’t keep us in suspense, sweetie, tell us”, Holly crosses her arms, tilts her head, and stares expectantly at Kari.

·         “I just saw a guy dressed as the Shredder!”, Kari spills out in a rush, grabbing Kassie’s upper arms and emphasizing her excitement.  “And just think, if that guy is walking around like that, there MIGHT BE TURTLES HERE!”, Kari adds, following her own train of thought and HOPING like mad that some guys decided to cosplay together, some as the Shredder and some as the Ninja Turtles.

·         Kassie’s mouth drops open and an unintentional squeal escapes her.  Her mind buzzing with how amazing cool that would be!  Her first Dragon Con, with her and her TMNT friends doing their own group cosplay of the turtles, and now there is a possibility of men cosplaying as turtles too?!!!  That would be completely EPIC if it were true!

·         “You’re shittin’ us”, Holly voices out, fully hoping that Kari isn’t playing but it seems all too good to be true.

·         “I’m dead serious, here look, I took a picture of him”, Kari holds her phone out for them to see, with the back shot of the Shredder on the escalator.

·         “Oh my gawwwdddd”, Holly drawls out while Kassie rips the phone out of Kari’s phone to get a closer look.  “That costume is AMAZING!  Look at the detail!, “ Kassie breathes out, her eyes glued to the phone’s screen.

·         “I say, as soon as Val gets here, that we go find this guy again…even though he was sort of an asshole”, Kari expresses to her friends while her face turns sour at the memory of the guy’s rude attitude.

·         “Sounds like a plan to me, Val should be here in about an hour or two, she texted that she was about to leave her house and start driving this way”, Kassie says handing Kari her phone back, “in the mean-time, let’s find some food because as soon as Val gets here we’ve got to get dressed in our costumes and start partying…Mikey style”.

·         “MMMMmmmm, Mikey Style…Mikey’s style is up against a wall or holding you upside down and just eating you alive….mmmmm”, Kari’s eyes go all day-dreamy and unfocused.

·         “Not exactly what I meant, Kari”, Kassie giggles back at her tall friend, “But, I appreciate the visual”.

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·         A couple of hours later, the trio stood by the receptionist station watching the automated doors of the Mariott slide up and close for the steady stream of party-goers, cosplayers, and hotel guests.

·         Among the flow of people came a short, dark haired female with katanas strapped to her back.  “There she is!”, Kassie exclaimed excitedly and rushed forward to greet her friend and fan, “WIFEY!  Over here!”.

·         Valerie wheeled her suitcase into the hotel’s lobby and immediately hears a familiar voice, one that’s she has heard through voice recordings via the WhatsApp many times, one of her favorite writers of all time, and Tumblr wifey, Kassie!  She sees the joyful five foot three woman bouncing her way, excitedly clapping her hands and throwing her arms open wide for those hug-things that people like to do.  Valerie grins and bears it, Kassie is a touch person, Valerie gives her the hug she’s seeking.

·         Holly and Kari are close behind, joining in the hug pile and causing Valerie to shake them off exclaiming, “okay, okay, enough with the hug fest you hippies.  I just had years scared off my life and here you are trying to suffocate me to death”.

·         “Oh, no, what happened?”, Holly’s concern clear in her blue eyes.  “Yeah, who do we need to kill?”, Kari asked while grinding her knuckles into her palm.

·         “Grrrr…no one important.  Just some stupid guys LARPing in the middle of the road.  I swear, it’s like some people aren’t born with common-damn-sense”, Val growls out, the annoyance that she felt in the parking deck quickly coming back to haunt her.

·         “Forget about them!  You are here with us now and we are going to have a great time!”, Kassie says pulling Valerie into her side by the shoulder, “Come on, let’s get your stuff to the room and get our outfits on, I want to get this party started!  You’re bunking with me, Wifey.  I put the two wild children in a room together with a whole solid wall separating us….you know…so you don’t kill them at some point this weekend.”

·         “HEY!  Our room is going to be the fun party room, isn’t that right, Holly?”, Kari asks while pushing Holly in the shoulder with her fist.  “Damn skippy it is, we’ll be con legends for years to come”.

·         “Oh god”, Valerie groans, “I can see it now…we’ll be kick out of the Mariott on the first night here”.

·         “Stick in the mud”, Holly snips back teasingly.

·         “Now I truly know what poor Leo feels like all the time having to deal with Raph and Mikey”, Valerie shakes her head and allows Kassie to lead her to the elevators so that they can ascend to the room floors and go to get dressed.

·         An hour later, four scantily clad women dressed as ninja turtles exited two rooms on the fifth floor of the Mariott of Atlanta.  Out of the “Party Room”, walked two tall women, one sporting the orange of a Party Dude and one repping purple for a genius, complete with gadgets strapped around her body. Their tall figures adorable, and hot, in their green pleather corsets, green tulle skirts, complete with a green shell backpack decorated with their weaponry.  The other two women exiting, what Holly and Kari had dubbed the “Boring Room”, dressed as Leonardo and Raphael…if Leo and Raph wore corsets and tulle skirts.

·         “Oh my god, I nearly forgot!”, Kari’s eyes bugged out as she grabbed for her phone and starts swiping through it, “Val, you gotta see this.  We’ve gotta find this guy and take a picture with him, he’s dressed as the Shredder!”.

·         Kari hands Valerie the phone and Valerie stares at the image stunned.  She’s been going to DC for over twenty years.  She has seen A LOT of nice costumes, insanely good replicas that looked like they walked right off a movie set, but the suit she is looking at the in the photo is unbelievably good.  It looks so real.  That guy was either a REALLY good costume designer or just a REALLY HUGE nerd. Either way, getting a picture with him would be epic.

·         “Ok, then let’s find him”, the blue clad pseudo-leader says, “and the easiest way to do that is to split up”.

·         “Don’t forget that panel that we want to go to for Rob Paulsen, it starts in about two hours”, Kassie reminds the group, “I’ve got to hear that Donnie voice inperson”. Valerie nods her head in agreement, “If we don’t find this guy within the next hour or so, we’ll meet up around the fountain on the lower level and head over to the panel.  Kassie and I will search the lower level and you two…”, Valerie gives a weary eye to the two wild children,  “one…BEHAVE.  Two…take the main level and search for Shredder.  If either party finds him, phone the other, got it?”.

·         “Behave? What do you think is gonna happen? That you’ll find Holly and me hanging from the  railings in the atrium?”, Kari asks Valerie dubiously.

·         “Please don’t”, is all Valerie replies as she walks off, Kassie following her and giggling.

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I got my first proper request and I literally accidentally deleted it. Am I stupid? Yes. Did I immediately panic? Yes. Do I remember what was on it?........ mostly.

Haha anon I hope you see this I'm so sorry but ily.

The turtles s/o who's usually very calm but just bursts into anger.

Notes: swearing :) I think it's funny

Leonardo:

He's used to a very calm s/o, you like to meditate together, he's always been good with helping you with breathing exercises.

You both like to keep arguments to a minimum, and even when fights do take place there isn't a lot of yelling

But when your mother came to visit :) that was just :) a lot of pressure :)

And she stayed in your apartment :) for a week :) everything was fine :)

Leonardo hadn't seen you for an entire week, not an overly long time, but certainly not pleasant. And he knew that you got stressed when you couldn't see him often. So as soon as you texted saying you had dropped your mother off at the airport, he immediately came round.

You were already screaming the moment you walked in the door.

"Oh she has some nerve! Some nerve! Speaking to me like that!"

"I'm guessing you're car ride went smoothly."

"She's been bugging me all week! When are you getting married? When are you have kids? I want some grand babies before I die! Ugh! She's obsessed with maintaining this perfect image all because her friend's kids are married and making babies like rabbits!"

He stayed quiet, not exactly sure how to comfort you. It wasn't like he could provide you with these things, and by the sounds of it, your mother would never approve of your huge turtle boyfriend.

"She just can't get that I'm happy! I have my own life and it's perfect the way I want it to be! I have a perfect boyfriend! You're a fucking delight! She–she's just so obsessed with her image that she'd never get that!"

"You... You think so?"

"I know so! She's too stubborn and she'll never get how fucking great you are and it just— UGH! It fries my brain."

"Even though I... I can't give you all those things... I can't legally marry you, we can't have kids."

"Even if you could give me a mansion and a diamond ring, or if all you could give me was a-a fucking walnut! I love you Leonardo, not that prim and proper white satin wedding she's made a thousand Pinterest boards for. I love you, I just wish she would get it."

Leonardo leaned down and kissed your cheek

"I love you too."

He believed in dealing with anger appropriately, but seeing you defend him with such passion made him feel so much more secure.

Raphael:

He's seen you angry before, he encouraged it. He's all about helping you with your confidence, teaching you to not be afraid to take up space and stand up for yourself.

But holy cow. You were mad that night.

He'd warned you not to take the trash out at night, wait to the morning — or better yet, he'll take it out for you when he came to visit after patrol.

But you are Raphael's girl. You are stubborn.

So you take the trash out, and some absolute creep decides that "flirting" in a dark alleyway in the key to a girl's heart.

Raphael swooped in, told the man to scram. But bold and drunk, the man spits back with a "Oh yeah? And would she want anything to do with a freak like you? What are you gonna do? Hit me? Aw, big angry turtle, you're gonna scare your girlfriend away."

It was two of his biggest insecurities. His appearance and his rage, especially in regards to scaring you away. It was a low blow, Raphael should have known to just walk away.

But he clammed up, he'd never admit when his anxiety got the best of him and you don't blame him.

"Oh go fuck yourself. If a vile man like you doesn't scare me, why the hell do you think a good man like him would?"

"A good man? He's not a fucking man! He's some freaky turtle thing, a pretty little thing like you deserves a real man."

"And are you a real man?"

"More real than your little pet."

The next thing you knew, the man was on the ground. You assumed Raphael knocked him out, but Raph's standing behind you and you're the one with your hand in a fist.

"Oh my god. Oh–Oh Raphie I knocked him out! O-Oh my god!"

"Holy shit Y/N! You probably broke his nose!" Raphael is grinning, shaking your shoulders.

"I didn't mean to hurt him."

"He deserves a broken nose at the least for messing with you! He was an asshole and he needed someone like you to set him straight!"

"I, um, well, I suppose he did! Saying such horrible things about you, I-I guess he did need someone to put him in his place."

Raphael ruffled your hair, "Thank you, my knight in shining armour."

"That make you my Prince?"

"Your Prince who was right about not taking the trash out at night."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

He appreciated you standing up for him more than you could imagine. And he found it mighty hot how hard you hit that guy. Seriously! He must be a good self defence teacher.

Donatello:

Donatello loves you so much, loves holding you and hugging you whenever he can. He adores it when you sit on his lap while he works.

But do you like to cuddle when you sleep? Tough luck. Getting him to bed is like trying to lick your own elbow: near impossible.

Regardless, you try. Because every once in a while Donatello is too tired to fight and he will go to bed.

Tonight is not one of those nights.

"Baby, please, just come to bed. Everyone's already asleep."

"I'll be there in a minute, just go on without me."

You sigh, not really seeing the point in fighting. Instead you return to his bed, trying to keep yourself awake playing games on your phone. When half an hour passes, you go back and try again.

"Donnie come on, aren't you tired? I just want to cuddle."

"I just need to put some stuff on a hard drive, April's writing a new article, she needs it for tomorrow."

You sigh once more, "Promise you'll come to bed right after?"

"I promise."

Donatello's bed is comfortable, but it's more comfortable with him in. You force yourself to stay awake; despite your exhaustion you're determined to cuddle tonight. It's all you want.

But it did not take an hour to put some documents onto a hard drive. And he's being awfully loud for just typing away on a computer.

"Are you fucking joking right now?!"

He jumps, almost dropping the box of beakers in his arms, "Hey love... Can't sleep?"

"You're rearranging your lab?! Why are you—since when do you rearrange things, huh? What the hell?!"

"I just y'know, thought things needed a change..?"

"Oh, and now is the time to change things, really? Of all the times to move your fucking beakers you decide to do it in the middle of the night after I specifically asked you to come to bed? Seriously?"

He gives a nervous grin, the kind that usually made you smile in return. But it was late — rather it was early at this point — and you were cranky.

"You can sleep without me, you're a big girl." He teased.

"I want to sleep with my boyfriend! I want to cuddle! Is that so much to ask for?!"

Donatello blinked, "You're right, I'm sorry, but I swear, I promise, I'll be ten minutes, honest."

"You can finish this tomorrow. If you're not in bed in the next ten seconds, I am going to scream and wake everyone else up."

"Don't be ridiculous—"

"Ten."

Donatello jumped, quickly moving to shove supplies in cupboards a little recklessly. You continued to count down from ten, storming off back to his bed for hopefully the finally time this night.

By the time you got to the very firm "Three... Two... One..." Donatello was racing to bed, dived in beside you, crashing and knocking your heads together.

He'd never tell you, for fear you'd let it get to your head, but he kind of liked it when you got bossy.

Michelangelo:

Anger and Michelangelo just don't mix. They just don't. He's the king of communication, he's tries his hardest to avoid fights at any and all costs. You've always appreciated his determination to talk things out with you.

But with his brothers? He shuts down, he goes quiet and just accepts whatever blame they put on him: he knows they don't mean it, they only say mean things when they're angry.

But it hurts, hearing his big brothers tell him he's stupid, that he's childish, that he's lackadaisical.

"What kind of word even is that?! I swear Donnie must read a thesaurus as a bedtime story.."

So he's allowed to complain, and you let him ramble when he comes to visit. He sits on your bed and the words just tumble out of his mouth, lets you move around the room tidying up while he rants.

"I just—Raph keeps calling me stupid. And I just—I-I just—You know, sometimes I believe it."

You freeze, sweater only half folded and turn to him, "But you're not stupid. Just because you're not some brainiac like Donatello doesn't make you stupid. If that was the case, then I'm stupid, Raph's stupid, April, Leo, Splinter is stupid. Do you think we're all stupid?"

"Well—no, but—"

"But what?"

"But I... I am a little stupid."

"No you're not! Mikey, how many times has you out of the box thinking saved the day? Y-You were the one who suggested playing friggen buck-buck to take down Shredder! Y-Your skateboarding—hoverboarding skills saved the world. You think your brothers could do that?"

Mikey scrunched his nose up, "That's not smart though. They're right. My-my focus is all over the place, I-I could never come up with a plan like Leo, I could never have half the brains Donnie has, and Raph just—he gets things that I don't and I-I am stupid!"

"I need to have a word with your brothers—"

"And that's another thing! Everyone still treats me like I'm some kid! I don't need you to have a word with them! You're not my mom."

"Then you have a word with them! But sitting here and complaining about things that just aren't true isn't going to change anything!"

He's taken aback. Much like himself, you hardly ever yell, never ever raise your voice at him.

"I am not going to stand here and let them insult you day in and day out! Either you do something about it, or I will!"

He blinks at you, you're aggressively folding the sweater in your arms and grumbling about how you could definitely take Raphael in a fist fight if need be. You mumble something about how nobody gets to speak to your boyfriend like that, and it finally clicks with Mikey.

"Alright. I'm going to talk to them," He's mostly talking to himself, "I'm going to show them that I'm not some stupid, ditzy, lackadaisical kid anymore. I'm your boyfriend, and nobody gets to speak with me that way!"

You beam at him, anger disappearing within the second with his newfound confidence, "Hell yeah! Nobody insults my boyfriend!"

"Your boyfriend!"

"My boyfriend!"

"Your boyfriend!"

His brothers' version of a wake up call is to point out his weaknesses, tell him what needs to be corrected. But you much prefer to build him up, point out his strengths.

But jeez, he does not like your angry face.

[remmushound]

Maybe have the Rise guys find out about Raph's bug phobia and traumas and 2012 Leo actually acts like ghe big brother he is after Rise Raph givez him some advice. Or is that too much for you?

@brightlotusmoon

“Hey Raph~”

Raph turned around to see what Mikey wanted and almost jumped out of his shell when he saw the cockroach perched on the freckled brother’s finger.

“I think someone looooves you~”

“Get that thing out of here, Mikey!” Raph swatted blindly, trying to hit the cockroach out of Mikey’s hand without actually touching the creature.

Mikey laughed and easily dodged. “Ooo! It’s coming to get youuu~”

“Cut it out Mikey!” Raph was near tears out of rage while Mikey just kept bringing the creature closer to his face.

“Oooo~ kissy kissy kissy!”

Mikey almost brought the cockroach to touch Raph’s cheek, but before the contact could be made, the box turtle felt strong hands grab him around his shell and lift him away from the cowering strength of the team. Mikey craned his head up and beamed when he saw the snapper Raphael looking down at him with concerned eyes.

“Hi dude!” Mikey laughed, “Wanna help me make this bug kiss Raph? He’s super scared of them!”

Raphael frowned. He looked from Mikey down to the upset Raph wiping his eyes, then quickly carried Mikey a short distance away before setting him down gently. Raphael took the cockroach from Mikey’s hands and cupped it in his own while Mikey watched him curiously.

“This isn’t a toy, little Mike— this is a creature. You don’t play with anything living like it’s a toy, alright?”

Mikey didn't respond. He simple watched as Raphael took the roach a safe distance away from his smaller self and sat the bug on a high pipe so it could skitter away. He returned to Mikey, tweaking the concerned turtles nose to urge a smile and giggle out of him.

“You’re not in any trouble little man.” Raphael smiled and pet Mikey’s head once the box turtle had cheered up, “But it’s not nice to tease your brother like that either.”

“But we always play with Raph like that…”

Raphael hummed. “Are you scared of anything, little dude? Probably not, huh? You’re big and brave aren’t you?”

Raphael put his hand under Mikey’s chin to make the turtle look at him.

“Ha! I am brave! But… I am kinda scared of squirrelanoids.”

Raphael tilted his head. “Tell me about them.”

“They’re these weird, mutant squirrel things that jump into your mouth and have a baby in your stomach!”

Raphael flinched at the thought of it. “Well! That is nasty! No wonder you’re so afraid of them. I’d be terrified and I’m twice your size! Now… say one of your brothers somehow got a hold of one of them and, when you weren’t expecting it, suddenly shoved one in your face?”

Mikey flinched and covered his face at the thought. “That’s super scary, dude! I’d be like, so scared and stuff!”

“And you would have every right to be.” Raphael nodded, “Here— come here a second.”

Raphael wrapped an arm around Mikey’s shell and pulled him forward, pointing over at Raph.

“Now, don’t you think he feels like that every time you shove a cockroach in his face? Don’t you think he’d be just as scared as you would be if it were a squirrlanoid?”

Mikey looked away and rubbed his arm.

“Hey, that’s okay little buddy.” Raphael gave him a final pat before urging him toward Raph. “Here, why don’t you go apologize to him, then? I’m sure he’d appreciate it.”

“What are you gonna do?”

“Don’t worry, I ain’t going nowhere far. Just gonna have a talk with your big brother is all.”

~~~

“Hey!” Raphael called to Leo with a wide smile and wave.

Leo opened one eye from his meditation. “Oh. Hello.”

“Mind if I sit?”

Leo made a welcoming motion to invite Raphael to sit beside him. Raphael obliged. Leo closed his eyes once more, but opened them again when he felt Raphael staring at him. He looked up at the comically large mutant and didn't give any indication of an emotion other than sheer disinterest.

“I’m guessing you wanna talk about something?”

��That would be great.” Raphael wagged his tail and slouched to try and look less threatening to the little mutant.

Leo said nothing in response. Raphael took the silence as his opening to talk and, after giving it a few more seconds to make sure the other wasn’t simply thinking about a response, he finally spoke up.

“I uh. Saw your Mikey with a cockroach earlier.”

“Lotta those in the sewer.” Leo answered calmly.

“Yes, well uh… he was uh. Teasing your Raph with it. Chasing him around and scaring him with it. Guess your Raph has a kinda phobia or something?”

Leo didn't respond. At first, Raphael only cleared his throat, but when the silence became too much, he spoke again.

“Well uh, anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I had a talk with him about it and he won’t be doing it again—“

“What do you mean?”

Raphael has Leo’s full attention now and intended to take advantage of it. He slouched a little more so that he was as level to Leo as he could comfortably get.

“I sat him down and had a little chat with him about why that wasn’t nice, and I had him apologize to your Raph for antagonizing him.”

“He… listened to you?” Baby blue eyes went wide and Leo gave a soft hum of surprise.

“Yeah. Just had to you know, get down on his level, give him an example he could relate to, and tell him why it was wrong. He did really good with it.”

“Well, thank you.” Leo gave a nervous laugh, “I can’t believe he actually listened…”

“Wanna come have a look?” Raphael smiled excitedly.

“Oh uh. Sure.”

Raphael was to his feet first and offered a hand to help Leo stand, which Leo happily accepted.

“You know, you don’t have to slouch when you talk to me.” Leo said as they walked, “I’m not scared of you.”

“Oh—no, I didn't do it cause—it’s more just force of habit for me. You know, I want people to be comfortable around me, and it can be kinda difficult with this ugly mug.” He motioned to his features

Leo laughed. “Tell me about it. I’ve more than my fair share of humans run from me. Can’t imagine it’d be much easier with someone your size.”

“It’s not, really…” Raphael rubbed his neck, “I haven’t had much experience with humans, but a lot of creatures just take one look at me and think I’m mean and scary…”

Raphael looked down as a gentle hand was laid on his shell in condolence. “I’m sorry— I admit I was one of them. I’m just so used to my Raph that the idea of a bigger Raph…”

“It was just a little hard to imagine me being anything other than mean?” Raphael offered.

“Yeah, exactly. But you’re pretty cool, and from what I’ve seen you’re a good leader.” Leo smirked devilishly and gave Raphael a gentle punch, “But you’re no Leo.”

They came into the living room and Raphael beamed when he saw Raph and Mikey, pointing out the scene to Leo. The brothers were sitting close enough to where their arms touched, both engaged in a video game together and laughing, chatting incoherently and shouting at random intervals when their character or controls did something stupid. Raphael and Leo just sat there watching them for the longest time, Leo smiling just as much as Raphael at the sight of his brothers getting along.

[froggy-frogz]

Hi!!! Hope you're having a great day/night today✨❤

So! I would like to request a Mikey x Reader fic /oneshot because MIKEY NEEDS MORE LOVE HE DESERVES ALL THE LOVE IN THE UNIVERSE

Soulmate au perhaps??? Or something Christmas-y! Thank you so much❤💛💕

A/N: Ohhhhh Soulmate AU! I love reading Soulmate AUs but it’s my first time writing one, I believe. Well hope you enjoy <3

You always hoped that you would meet your soulmate. It meant so much to you but the timer on your wrist for the countdown to meet your soulmate, was always so glitchy? It didn’t make sense to you, nor to any doctor you went to, so you had decided that you were just supposed to be soulmate-less.

And for the most part, you accepted it, despite the constant heartache and jealousy that would occasionally fill you upon seeing your friends and their soulmates together, or overhearing conversations about people's first time meeting their soulmate.

It wasn’t til you went out, late in the night since you didn’t have any food in the fridge, and was starving, feeling nauseous to high hell, that your timer did something.

-

You walked down the street, begrudgingly mumbling to yourself, heading to NY Pizza Suprema, your favorite place as of now, hoping that they would be open. Thankfully you were all close with the employees so you should be in and out.

You wince as a sharp pain fills your lower arm, and when you look down to inspect if you had gotten a bug bite or maybe you had a bruise you didn’t see, your timer showed actual numbers.

“What the fuck?” You curse, it was the first time you had actually felt shock radiate your entire body.

5:04

5 minutes? You blink, several questions filling your brain. First of all, why 5 minutes, and why did it start now. Right in front of Pizza Suprema.

You pale, surely the pizza you would order wouldn’t be your soulmate. That would be a cruel joke, but you wouldn’t be surprised given your rotten luck the universe had given you with this entire soulmate thing.

“Oh hey [Y/n],” The door opens, and you look up from staring at your arm to see your friend who works here, “You’re right in time, we’re about to close in 10 minutes. I’m guessing you’ll be having the usual?”

“Uh, yeah. I guess?” You mumble, walking inside to take out your card, your head still in the clouds. You still had no idea what was going on here.

-

After grabbing your pizza, you walk out, and were about to talk your headphones out when you remembered the timer.

0:50

Okay, now was the time to start panicking. Not only were you holding a pizza, looking tired as hell after working all day, but your clothes were also a mess. Oh well, surely if they were your soulmate, they wouldn’t really care about appearances?

You shrug but before you could take another step towards home, you hear a rattle in the nearby alleyway, then a panicked mumble. Taking a quick look around, you didn’t see anyone.

“Well, why not.” You mutter, trudging into the alley.

“Mikey you’re going to get us cau-” “Um, hello-?”

One of the two voices yells, and the other snorts, “Oh my god, you were actually right. You do have a soulmate.”

“Yeah and it’d be really nice if I could see you? I’d appreciate it if my soulmate wasn’t a mugger, so I’d just like to see.” You say, moving your free hand to your pepper spray that was conveniently on your keychain.

“Er- well since you are my soulmate-” The voice, or ‘Mikey’ said, stepping forth, into the light of Pizza Suprema.

You took one good luck at him and instead of doing anything else, you laugh. “Y’know, for a second there I thought that my soulmate might be this pizza.” You say, patting the pizza box in your hand.

Mikey’s eyes widened, “So you’re not going to like, run away?”

“Eh, I’ve waited this long for you, soulmate. I’m [Y/n], I think we have a lot to talk about.”

[beetlegoose01]

Frostbite (Casetello)

AN: do these two have a ship name? Caseytello? eh whatever it’s casey x donnie and they’re gay

special thanks to cal for reading this for me and saying i should post it <3

There were quite a lot of things Casey Jones loved. Hockey, pizza, riding his motorcycle, video games, beating the crap out of his opponents. Normal teenage stuff. Lately he had been doing the latter, ever since he and April officially joined the 'Unofficial Turtles Team' , helping alongside the teen mutants on patrol. Goofing off with Mikey and Raph were the highlights, but he couldn't deny spending extra time with April was also a benefit. Even if they barely got a single word out- too busy fighting off random mutants scattering the city, it was still nice.

But what wasn't nice, downright unpleasant about patrol...was Donatello. There was an unspoken, mutual loathing that the pair shared that even quick glances at each other led to glaring and arguing. Leaving them together in the same room was never a good idea. Casey hasn't understood why the purple genius was so hostile towards him at first. But the reasons became obvious the first time he caught him staring helplessly at April, fumbling his words and blushing profusely. Not that Casey didn't feel similarly, heck, that was the problem. Both were attracted to April. Obviously Casey had the upper hand, being human. A turtle and a human girl in a relationship was built for disaster.

But their hatred didn't stop there. It wasn't just about April.  Eventually, everything about Donatello annoyed him. His whiny voice, his love for using complicated words to sound superior, soon every little thing bugged him.

Things were easier if the two stayed as far apart as possible.

Of course, fate seemed to work in mysterious ways.

It was starting to get late, the moonlight illuminating the sky. The group stopped on a rooftop, perched by the edge. Leo halted them silently, then turned around.

"Why'd you stop, Fearless?" Raph asked.

"I think we should split up. We'll cover more ground. If you see any sign of trouble, use your T-Phones." said Leo.

"No way dudes!" Mikey squeaked. "I saw this scary movie last night where the team split up! And then..." He paused for dramatic effect. "They all got taken out one by one. Starting with the cute funny one!" He trembled, hiding behind Donnie, who rolled his eyes.

Raph smirked, always prepared for a sassy remark. "Which means, you'll be just fine since you're neither of those."

"Hey!"

"And you'll be in pairs." Leo crossed his arms. "I've got it all planned out. Raph and April. Mikey and me."

"Mikey and I." Donnie corrected under his breath. Casey fought the urge to whack the smart aleck turtle with his hockey stick.

Leo ignored him. "Donnie and Casey-"

Casey involuntary let out a loud groan. Just his luck.

Leo narrowed his blue eyes, unamused. "Something wrong, Jones?"

"Er..." His eyes darted to Donatello, who seemed stoic, but equally frustrated with this predicament. On one hand, he wanted to argue and beg to be with literally anyone else. On the other, he didn't want to deal with the leader in blue getting annoyed with him.  "Nah Leo, that's fine by me. Right, D?"

Donnie huffed. "Yeah, that's alright."

"I think this will be good for you both." April grinned.

"Of course, April." Donnie agreed.

"No problem at all." Casey smiled through gritted teeth. When she turned away, they both shared an equally menacing glare.

"I knew I could count on you two." April smiled softly, though even she didn't look entirely convinced.

This was going to be a long night.

~•~

Turns out, Casey had underestimated the scrawny (ugh, svelte) turtle. In what Donnie lacked in muscle, he gained with his speed, mobility and of course, his mind. It was practically impossible to keep up once Donatello had leaped from the first building, tumbling and landing with ease, while Casey was coughing his lungs out as he ran desperately after the brainy terrapin.

"Okay, now you're just showing off." He panted irritably, nearly collapsing once he finally caught up with him.

"Are you coming or not?" Donnie gave his trademark gap tooth grin as he turned, slowing down.

"I am! You're just moving too fast!" Casey complained. "I thought turtles were supposed to be slow! I didn't even have time to get my grappling hook."

Donnie shrugged, ending the conversation with one simple movement.

They walked side by side, neither wanting to say anything. They both knew it would only end in arguing.

"Can I just say-" Casey started.

"No, you can't."

"I didn't say anything!"

"Exactly."

"Listen, Gap Tooth, I don't like this either!" He flicked a stone off the roof with his shoe. "But we have to ..." He swallowed. "work together, right?"

Donnie said nothing. He looked deep in thought.

"Is it because of April? Because it's not my fault she...y'know likes me more."

At the mention of April, Donnie turned away, eyes flashed with hurt, which only filled Casey with that annoying feeling of guilt.

"It isn't about her."

"Alright." Silence. "Sorry, let's just-" He cleared his throat. "Let's just work together, we don't need to be friends. Just get through the mission. After that, we can go back to hating each other."

"That was...surprisingly mature, Jones. Glad we can agree on something." Donnie quipped. "And for once, you're right. This mission is more important than our petty squabbles. No matter how insufferable you may be."

"Now you're just making up words."

Donnie fought the urge to roll his eyes. "So, that's two more hours of this."

Casey scoffed, but couldn't help but chuckle. Quietly of course. Last thing he wanted was for Donnie to think he was actually amusing.

"So...deal?"

"Deal." Donnie said, then added: "Cave Mouth." Which made Casey shove him lightly.

For a brief moment, they seemed to share a mutual understanding. The silence that followed wasn't awkward or forced, it was comfortable. Well, as comfortable as they could possibly be.

Donnie paused, startled by something. Lifting his bō carefully, he tried to follow whatever the sound was.

"What the-" Casey raised an eyebrow.

"Shh!" He hissed. "Do you hear that?"

"No?" Casey scrunched his nose, listening closely. It sounded like a...buzzing noise? Like a fly or mosquito. Irritating, but not dangerous. "Chill Don, it's just a bug or something."

"No, listen!" The turtle looked frantic and alert.

The buzzing became louder. Then, it was followed by the sound of snapping wood. Deliberate and exact. Casey gulped, taking his own weapon.

A massive shadow flew over their heads and landed in front of them. Donnie yelped in surprise, stumbling forward.

"Ah, shell." He swore, lifting his head to face the hideous insectoid mutant with acid green eyes. Scumbug spread his deformed wings, antenayes raised, prepared to strike.

"Well, I was right. That definitely is a bug. Scumbug! Wicked! This'll be fun!" Casey sneered.

"Which makes no sense, considering stag beetles aren't even bugs! They're insects!" Donnie spun his staff like a propeller, hitting the mutant face on.

"Not the time!" Casey tackled Scumbug, who roared, jostling him aside like a ragdoll. He smacked the floor with a sickening thud, directly on his arm. He fought back a scream of agony.  "Do you- gah- seriously have to be such a know it all, all the time?" He looked at his arm, which currently looked seriously messed up.

Donnie looked affronted. "I am not a know it all!"

"Yes you are!" Another whack of his trusty hockey stick, followed by a knock to the ground, face first. He wiped his mouth from the metallic taste of blood.

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you- Donnie, look out!" Casey shrieked, sounding less manly than he intended.

Scumbug, now furious, had efficiently used his enemies' bickering to his advantage. Before he could turn around, a spider web twirled from its appendages binding Donatello to the ground, who kicked and struggled furiously.

The mutant now crouched over the captured turtle, prepared to strike with his signature acid spit.

"Hang on, D! Casey Jones is here to save the day! GOONGALA!" He bellowed, racing towards Scumbug and latching onto him like a demented parasite. It was hardly the most graceful of moves, but it distracted him briefly.

He raised his hockey stick, poking him hard in the eye in an attempt to gouge them. Eyes were sensitive- he remembered Splinter telling him that.

With the extra time, Donnie reached for his bō, ripping the web apart with the extended naginata blade.

Scumbug, now looking more disheveled and horrifically disfigured than normal, retreated blindly into the misty air.

"I didn't need your help." Donnie said bitterly.

"Aw, is that any way to say thank you?" Casey retorted. "I just saved your shell." He poked his plastron roughly. "I think I deserve a little appreciation for my heroism."

"I had it handled."

"Did you? Because you looked just about ready to be eaten by Scumbug."

Donatello scowled, moving closer. "And he got away. So your heroism didn't exactly work, did it?"

"Would you rather have acid stuck to your face?" Casey growled. "You'd look even freakier than you do now. Next time you're a little 'turtle in distress' don't expect me to come save your-"

"I didn't need saving." Their foreheads pressed together, any moment ready to face each other on.

Casey gritted his teeth. "Sure, whatever you say. I didn't help because I actually cared about you or anything."

"Then why did you?" Donnie snapped, pulling away. "You could have left me."

"Because I- you- argh!" Casey felt his temper rising. "Because I'm not a monster, alright? We're a team, and we help each other. That's the deal." He wiped his chapped lips again, the disgusting taste of blood still lingering. He winced, clutching his arm.

"I can patch you up at the lair." Donnie said softly. "It just looks sprained."

"Mm." Casey grumbled, still pissed. Stubbornness was taking over any injury he had. He'd rather have his arm stay at this awkward angle than admit he was hurt in front of his rival. "I'll just wrap it up at home. I'll be fine."

Donnie sighed, raising his palm to his face. "Don't be so stubborn, I can help you."

Casey didn't look convinced.

"To repay the favor?" His warm brown eyes looked surprisingly sincere. "You did help me, after all. I'd probably be toast if you didn't."

Casey snorted. "You got that right."

A beat. Donnie looked unsure, as if he wanted to say something else. But whatever it was, it was holding him back.

"So...we should go back to the lair then?" Casey suggested, easing the awkwardness.

"Huh? Yes, of course. Totally. " Donnie nodded. "Naturally."

"Alright then."

"Jones?"

Casey turned, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"I just wanted to say...thanks."

"Hey, no problem. But don't tell anyone I saved your ass."

"Deal."

~•~

Casey never expected to be sitting in Donnie's lab table, in between Timothy the blob-organ filled mutant and several bunsen burners, but life tended to be weird that way. He also didn’t expect to be pouting on said table like he was at some freaky doctor’s office. The rest of the team returned shortly after them, and seemed surprised that Donnie was actually willing to fix Casey's arm- and not begrudgingly.

Donnie returned with a first aid kit, setting it on the table. He hummed a familiar tune to himself, as if to fill the empty air of any more awkwardness.

"I've seen these before." Casey said, poking the bunsen burner tap, immediately then swatted away by Donatello. "At my school's science lab."

Donnie nodded, rolling up Casey's sleeve to examine his bare arm. Casey flinched, not comfortable with the random act of touching. "Hey don't!"

"Do you want your arm fixed or not?"

"...yeah."

"Then let me work my magic."

Casey frowned, staring at the bottle the turtle was holding. "Your magic looks like antibiotics and advil."

Donnie's lip twitched.

After his arm was treated somewhat, Donnie wrapped him up gently with a clean bandage. The slow movement made his heart race increase every time Donnie's fingertips brushed his arm, but he ignored it.

Don't be weird, Jones.

"That should be good. Don't put any pressure on it." said Donnie, passing him the advil. "And take this, it'll soothe the pain."

Casey pretended to look offended. "Here I thought you were gonna kiss it better."

Donnie rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. "Don't push it, Jones. We aren't there yet."

Casey laughed. "Yet. Thanks for fixin' my arm, D. You...aren't so bad, I guess. But let's go back to hating each other, alright?"

Donnie smirked. "Whatever you say."

[anystalker707]

I'm here, love

Pairing: Ray x [fem] Reader Word count: 1 916 Genre: Comfort / Fluff Summary: Reader isn't handling it well when she goes with MCR for a tour for the first time, but Ray is always there for her. TW: Anxiety attack

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Tour has been going on for some time already, almost a month, but it actually feels like forever. All the agitation can be really immersive, turning the attempts of keeping track of time difficult, even more since we mostly follow a nighttime schedule due to the concerts. We’re almost always heading to a bar or club after the concerts, so it’s basically falling asleep at two in the morning to wake up at noon or something in the best days. Certainly not the best thing.

Today is thankfully one of the break days in which the guys don’t have any concert and we arrived to the next city earlier than usual, what means we’re lazing around for most of the time.

“…because he’s not here, duh!” Ray’s voice becomes audible as he leaves the bus, grinning as looking back at it and shaking his head after Mikey says something, though I’m not able to understand any of it. Only a small smile remains on his face whilst he approaches me, taking a seat on the ground with me. “Hello, love,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

“Hi.” I smile, pecking his lips, and put my phone down.

“What are you doing?” He raises an eyebrow, looking around for a moment like if trying to find what kept my attention until now.

“Nothing, really,” I say softly, leaning my head against his shoulder. “Do you want to go do something? I wanted to, but didn’t want to ask while you were busy with the others.” The thought of interrupting the four’s talk and probably attracting all that attention wasn’t exactly appealing, I’m secretly thankful he finally left the bus.

“Aw, you didn’t have to wait for all this time.” Ray’s eyebrows furrow lightly as he pecks my cheek. “And we could go look for a café or a restaurant, how does that sound? It’s almost lunchtime, after all.”

“Sounds good!” I smile, liking the opportunity of spending some time alone with Ray.

He seems just as happy as standing up and offering me a hand, which I take to help myself standing up. “So, how are you feeling? With the whole tour thing, I mean.” Ray wraps an arm around me when we start walking down the parking lot, concern laying under his apparently normal expression.

I hum, looking away for a moment. “Oh, yeah, I’m alright. I’ll let you know if I need anything, thank you.” I press a kiss to Ray’s cheek, trying to demonstrate my appreciation despite the subject making me tense up a bit.

Ray is more than aware of my problems with anxiety, already having helped me through its ups and downs, and both of us already predicted how the whole tour thing would interfere on it, mainly because it’s my first time tagging alone during one. We already had a hard time before the tour itself – I got too panicked at the whole thing since I barely knew how it would work –, hence he’s been worried and making sure of always checking on me.

Truth is that I’m not as alright as I’ve claimed to be. The tour has already reached my nerves and I can already feel this familiar buzzing under my skin, threatening to intensify, making me lose it yet again. It, however, won’t happen; I’ll not let that happen. Ray won’t even know.

We’re soon walking into a restaurant, the smell of food filling the ambient and, somehow, it feels good and bad at the same time. Not a surprise, since the anxiety usually has me either eating compulsively or not eating at all, so I think my body decided it’ll be better if I stay inside that bus for hours with an empty stomach, right?

We take a seat and place our orders – I balance my choice between something that my body won’t reject and Ray will not complain about, what seems to work.

“Y’know,” Ray breaks the silence between us, “what have you been thinking about watching us live?” He glances at me, expectant. His question doesn’t fail in making me smile since he’s probably referencing how I used to keep bugging him with questions about the tour concerts.

“Awesome, of course!” I grin, letting my eyes fall to my plate as I drag the food around for a bit. “It’s just amazing, I love it, seeing you playing is just…” I shrug, feeling my cheeks heat up whilst Ray breathes a chuckle, but I’m unable to look at him just yet. When I do glance at Ray, he’s grinning. “You know how much I like it.”

“I just wanted to check,” he says smugly – I snort, shaking my head playfully.

“Already regretting bringing me with you, tho?” I raise an eyebrow, finishing to eat and leaning back on the chair.

“Never!” Ray says indignantly, shooting me a look. “I’d have taken you with me before if I knew you wanted it that bad!” He pauses to take a sip of his drink. “Like, I missed you an awful lot and the tours tend to be fun. Though there are a few problems, but…”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed.” I press my lips together and nod as he does the same.

We sit in silence for a moment, only until Ray finishes eating and soon calls the waitress. She grins as coming closer, a block of notes in her hand and a pencil on the other. “Well, you two have ordered for…” she trails off, mumbling under her breath as scribbling a few things down on her paper before grinning and handing Ray the bill; he nods, reaching for his wallet. Meanwhile, the woman looks at me, wide eyes looking at me from up to down with that fake excitement. Okay. What’s wrong? Maybe she’d judging my clothes? Or that I’m with Ray?

I try to ignore the woman, turning to Ray. “Hey, I was thinking we could—”

“Keep the change,” Ray tells the woman as handing her the money, ignoring me. Fuck. “And do you know any convenience store or café nearby?”

The two engage into a conversation and maybe it’s the instability and stress due to the whole tour-anxiety thing or whatever, but I can feel my heart heavy due to it. My plan is to continue there, of course, leave with Ray so we can spend mor time alone with each other, a plan that I give up on as soon as feeling a sting in my chest. I just stand up and leave.

Why did Ray ignore me? What did I do wrong? He got tired or annoyed, perhaps. …Or, yet, I’m just overreacting. Hell, I know Ray wouldn’t do that to be in purpose because he is usually so loving.

A sigh escapes my lips as I glance back and I really want to come back – I would, if I wasn’t so far from there already. It’s the best to just give him some random excuse later.

Holy fuck, but, honestly, everything only went downhill from the moment I decided to tag along.

First of all, I panicked at the sole fact I was going to come with them to the tour then got extremely awkward during a whole week and half, barely talking with anyone asides from Ray – what got Mikey annoyed at some point, what I’m sure of even if everyone denies it. And then we went along with all the minor events, like me being the last one to get back to the bus, almost getting lost in the venue and simply being unable to talk to anyone asides from the band and the staff, among other inconveniences.

Everyone must be more than done with me, to be honest. And there’s still a whole other month before we can go home, I don’t think I’ll be able to go through all of this with the mess I am.

I sigh in relief at seeing the bus and am about to walk inside it when Gerard show ups out of seemingly nothing, looking around, but his attention quickly falls on me. “Oh, (y/n)— Hey, were you crying? Something happened?”

The question makes me freeze, just now noticing the tears threatening to slip from my eyes and consequently making me feel like all of my blood instantly drained to my feet. “I-I—” I stutter, unfortunately simply unable to finish the sentence, and end up just running away from there, going to an isolated spot of the parking lot to calm down. I don’t want anyone seeing me having another attack, make them even more annoyed and attract all that attention.

Air just escapes my grasp, seemingly impossible to continue in my lungs for longer than a few seconds whilst the tears simply do not stop, even if I don’t even want to be crying or anything, fuck off.

I take a seat on the grassed area, under a tree, and bring my hands up to my eyes.

Cleaning my mind is just impossible, I just keep thinking about how everyone is going to be shooting me these stupid concerned looks when I’m back to the bus and how I’m only going to continue being another source of stress to them during the rest of the tour. Ray should’ve just left me home as usual and—

“…(y/n), listen to me, (y/n)! I’m here!” Ray’s voice cuts through my thoughts and I can feel his hand around my wrist, the other one on my back. “Hey, baby, it’s okay. C’mon, breath with me,” he says softly before starting to set a breathing pace I can’t help but to stick to.

Hell, when did Ray even get here?

I’m getting better when my breath hitches in my throat at the thought I’m only annoying him and I can’t help but to let out a weak sob his time. Ray only starts to rub my back. Even if I’m crying, I do feel better than I did earlier, now slowly becoming more aware of my surroundings while all that filled my mind moments ago were these awful thoughts along with all the panic and worry.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper shakily, bringing my hands down to bury my face in the crook of his neck, trying to synch my breathing with his.

“You don’t need to be sorry, love,” Ray says softly, thumb running along the back of my neck in a weirdly soothing manner. “Don’t be ashamed of it or anything, this whole thing is really stressing. Even us had problems with it at first, so everyone understands how you must be feeling.” His voice helps me calming down, giving me something to hold onto to keep myself in reality asides from his touches.

“Thank you, then,” I reply, my voice still tight.

“It’s okay. I do it because I love you.” Ray pulls away lightly and smiles at me. His hands cup my cheeks, warm against them, whereas he wipes my tears away with his thumbs. “And I want to see you fine, okay?” He presses his lips against mine in a light kiss I’m thankful for. “Let me know about it the next time you feel like this, please.” A quiet sigh comes from him as he furrows his eyebrows at me, worry obvious there. “Are you feeling better now?” I nod. “Really?” he asks and I nod again, pecking his lips like if to prove it. “Okay…-“ he smiles, relieved, “-…how about a coffee now, hm?”

[danzinora-switch]

Typing the Turtles (ROTTMNT) Part 3 - Leonardo

This started out as an investigation into the turtles’ insecurities, because one thing the show does so well is demonstrate that they are still teenagers. And being a teenager is a confusing experience - there’s angst, drama, exploring one’s identity, a lot of growth, and overall figuring out who you are. That’s a messy process, too! And we see this mess in our turtles: they mess up, they’re learning, they self-doubt, they have fears and insecurities, but they’re also discovering their strengths and how to overcome their inner obstacles.

So after thinking about all this way too long, here’s my psychological breakdown of each turtle (I’ll be referencing MBTI and the Enneagram a ton, but will include links for more general information on those if you don’t know what I’m talking about). 

Parts One and Two found on the links for Raph and Don.

Leo: ESTP, 3w2

The Achiever, the Entrepreneur, the Charmer, the Explorer

I’ve wanted to say this for a long time: Leo is such a 3, he is such a 3 it hurts, oh my goodness. Read this: https://www.enneagraminstitute.com/type-3 and tell me that isn’t Leo to a T.

It took me a little longer to figure out the MBTI for him, but he has a lot of similarities with the ESTP. This does mean we need to step away from the ‘frat bro’ stereotype of ESTPs, though. They are a lot more keen than convention would suggest.

Really, a big thing with Leo is his need to be The Best. What that means, to him, is normally something physically-related. He needs to be the best at sports or performing certain moves, which we see in episodes like The Longest Fight where he bets he can pull off the impossible skateboard move, or Shell in a Cell where he asserts he can out-perform Ghostbear. Additionally, episodes like Air Turtle really showcase the ugly side of his competitiveness. But he also desires physical perfection. He is rather image-conscious, fretting about his body in Stuck on You, and routinely referring to himself as the team’s Faceman. The biggest example of this was his idea for a disguise in Hidden City Job: the Turtle Adonis. An adonis is considered the peak physical ideal, handsome and attractive to boot. If this drive doesn’t scream Enneagram Three I don’t know what does.

Leo at his worst: Leo’s competitive side can certainly get the best of him. We see this in episodes like Air Turtle, where his ‘win at all costs’ attitude starts to alienate him from the group. Raph has also described him as a ‘poor winner’ which refers to his tendency to gloat when he does beat out the competition, or was proven right (Bug Busters, The Gumbus, You Got Served, LAIR GAMES). He’s smug, gloating, and when he does lose tries to wiggle out of it through technicalities. The one time he says something isn’t a competition is after Mikey beats him at Skateball (You Got Served). And when he ‘loses’ the Lair Games, Donnie’s win comes with a catch that Leo built in.

Threes do this for approval and validation, though, and we see that underlying his need to be the team’s Champion in Minotaur Maze and Portal Jacked! “I’m nothing without them!” he cries to Hueso. “What good is a team with just a Faceman?” Threes have a need to distinguish themselves from others, to be admired, to have attention, so that they then feel valuable and worthwhile. Other people, then, are necessary. When Leo wants to get on the Wall of Champions in Minotaur Maze, his brothers factor in to his unmet needs. “...because what good is being a Champion if you can’t rub it in your brothers’ faces?” Leo doesn’t just need to be The Best… he needs others to acknowledge it, as well.

Average Leo: He’s got a practical eye for situations and the quickness to adapt and act as needed. The ESTP is known for being bold as well as perceptive. We see this in fight scenes such as Battle Nexus: New York when he is quick to determine that physical comedy is the key to making the sprite laugh and immediately changing his approach.

He also displays a remarkable amount of common sense when making decisions. In Origami Tsunami, as the guys discuss becoming heroes, he’s the one who shoots down ideas until they reach a more achievable goal: taking on paper thieves. And he’s got a point, can you imagine the turtles taking on a spine-breaker or mangler at that point in time? When everyone else is blinded by ideals concerning fixing the Mutant Menace, he’s the only one who asks “anybody down for staying home during the anti-mutant panic?” Of course, he still goes along with their adventure, because ESTP’s live in The Moment, so why not?

Something else that I want to mention is Leo’s appreciation for the Machiavellian. He has an incredibly intuitive grasp on it, and actively appreciates twists, turns, betrayals and deceptions. His love for magic probably stems from this (The Clothes Don’t Make the Turtle) and he is the only one enjoying the series of betrayals in Warren & Hypno Sitting in a Tree. Hidden City Job also expands on the fact that Leo doesn’t have a problem with betrayal, as he revels about brotherly betrayal happening all the time. He’s cool with being betrayed… just know that he can betray you back. It’s all fair game.

This can have upsides and downsides. On the upside, his understanding of trickery can lead to brilliant plans and solutions such as what we saw in Many Unhappy Returns, where he was able to outsmart Big Mama herself. On the downside, this kind of behavior is not always the best move - his family does not appreciate being left out of the loop of his schemes, or actively being manipulated as part of them (Leo’s plan in Many Unhappy Returns worked, but he still left his brothers alone and exhausted, and did not consider the emotional effect it would have on Splinter being sent back into the arena). At that point it’s no wonder he asks “why does no one trust me?” Because you tend to have an angle, ‘Nardo. Be careful how you use that.

He is also incredibly persuasive. This is partly why I feel he is a 3 wing 2, ‘The Charmer’ because he knows how to communicate to get what he wants. When used for the right reasons, we see him settle discord such as cooling the mobs in You Got Served or apologize when he knows an apology is needed (Todd Scouts, Air Turtle, Hidden City Job). We see it used neutrally (and a bit skeptically) in Many Unhappy Returns when he declares he’ll just go to see Big Mama and “turn up the Leo”. It can also be used deceptively, however. Todd Scouts shows this when Leo is the one who convinces Todd that they’re ready to kick things up a notch by going out alone… when really they just want to get away from him. He’ll also use words to get under people’s skins: dismissing Warren Stone in Stuck on You, but also pointing out Donnie’s beach ball fear in Mind Meld. He knows which words will get the responses he wants, for better or for worse.

Leo at his Best: Leo is the team’s motivator. He’s the one giving the others the pep-talks and encouragement they need to continue (Origami Tsunami, Finale: Rise). Donnie said it best after Leo’s redemption in Air Turtle: “your confidence is giving me confidence!”

Because that’s the healthy thing about Threes: they strive to reach their own full potential, which also inspires others to reach theirs. Leo doesn’t like to fail/lose, but he won’t let anyone else succumb, either. He has the most confidence in each Mad Dog’s ability. “I knew you guys could handle it!” he says in Many Unhappy Returns, and points out with amazing accuracy just what his brothers are capable of. He not only believes in himself, he believes in those around him. And he’s able to inspire them when they’re feeling down about their own abilities or not enthused about the task (see his speech about standing up for the paper men in Origami Tsunami).

This also includes encouragement and compliments in other areas. Regarding the Shell Hogs: “Donnie, these are amazing! And I know everything I say sounds sarcastic, but I’m being completely genuine this time” (Stuck on You). When Mikey isn’t sure Hypno will like him: “What? Of course he will, you’re adorable!” (Newsworthy). To Raph, “Does this place have smoke detectors? Because you’re on fire, Big Daddy!” (The Clothes Don’t Make the Turtle).

He’s also able to step in and take charge when Raph falls because he can see what action needs to be taken (that practical and observant, yet bold ESTP side coming in). When Raph gets separated in the sewers, Leo’s the one who doesn’t treat it casually and gets the others moving to find him (Man vs Sewer). When his older brother is hypnotized by Hypno in Stuck on You, he quickly reacts and tells Mikey and Donnie what the plan is and enacts it. We see this leader potential grow bit by bit, and his awareness of each individual’s role on the team allows him to step back from areas that he knows aren’t his forte: Raph can handle the ‘teamwork’ stuff, Donnie has got the technical know-how, and Mikey takes care of positive outlook for any situation. Leo can keep things fun and inspire confidence. His puns help lighten the mood, his jokes break the ice of tense situations, and he never stops believing in their own abilities, which keeps them all going (Donnie’s Gifts, Many Unhappy Returns).

Leo Relationships:

(While Leo has a competitive episode with each of his brothers: Shell in a Cell, Lair Games, and You Got Served, there is more going on than just that).

Raph: Both Leo and Raph have strong gut feelings that can be blindsided. Leo picks up immediately that Big Mama is not trustworthy while Raph is more than happy to believe her, but Leo is blinded by his fan-love for Jupiter Jim to realize that Marcus Montcrief is a crazy and suspicious adult, which Raph becomes aware of early on (Bug Busters, Jupiter Jim Ahoy!). They both can be a little too head-first when diving into plans, such as checking out the creepy bus in One Man’s Junk or doing their best to help April in Hypno: Part Deux. But they do trust each other to have each other’s backs, and there’s (thankfully!) no Leo vs Angst in this version of their characters. It really allows them to be comfortable with each other (and egg each other on with more than just missions: see the pizza pigeon in Mind Meld).

Donnie: In some ways Leo acts like a foil for Donnie. His own natural confidence counterbalances a lot of his twin’s insecurities. They butt heads over it, sure, with Donnie perhaps taking things too seriously and Leo seemingly not taking them seriously enough, but I like I said in Donnie’s typing: one’s chill and one’s uptight. There’s a ton of back and forth between them: they are the epitome of siblings fighting one minute and getting up to no good together the next (Example from The Mystic Library: Leo grooves out with Donnie’s rap one moment and tries to get him kicked off the team in the next scene). They may antagonize each other in Lair Games, Smart Lair, the beginning of Snow Day and Hidden City Job, and so much more, but also demonstrate brotherly love (and antics) in Operation: Normal, the end of Hidden City Job and Smart Lair, and, of course, Battle Nexus: New York. “For Donnie’s honor!”

Mikey: Leo sticks up for Mikey a fair amount, especially to Raph. He supports Mikey trying to open the portal in Mystic Mayhem, and going out on his first solo mission in Hot Soup: The Game. We actually need more Leo and Mikey episodes; of the two we have one is a competition episode (You Got Served), and The Gumbus has Leo tag along intent on proving Mikey wrong. It seems they like to hang out during the down time a lot, as they play in the arcade and skateboard off-screen in episodes such as Mrs. Cuddles, You Got Served, Mind Games, and Sparring Partner. And of course, we have the gripping image of Leo protecting Mikey’s shell with his own in Battle Nexus: New York. I’d really like to see them get up to more shenanigans, though. (hint, hint @nickelodeon​, @netflix​).

Ultimately, Leo is a confident, competitive turtle striving to reach his full potential. He is normally great at encouraging his brothers to do the same, and devising grand strategies, but tends to forget the emotional effects his actions can have on them, especially if he gets carried away on his quest to be The Best. He’s still learning, and these traits will likely flesh out as he grows into a more leader-like role.

For more information on the ESTP and Enneagram 3 personality types, click here:

https://www.16personalities.com/estp-personality

https://www.enneagraminstitute.com/type-3

https://www.crystalknows.com/enneagram/type-3-wing-2

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[babymetaldoll]

Danger Days - Chapter five: "I touch myself"

Word count: 9K

Summary: Joey is freaking out about the first show. She is scared she is gonna suck. Gerard has to deal with how tight his pants are feeling lately. Frank gets his shit together. Ray is the father these kids need, and Matthew acts like a worried boyfriend.

Warnings: Description of male masturbation (in not much detail.) Cursing, grown-ups acting like kids.

A/N: THANK YOU FOR READING THIS STORY!! I really never thought anyone would in fact read it 'cos it's MCR + MGG + OC, but apparently, you are liking it. So thanks!!! Also, I love giving characters weird nicknames, it's a fact.

Not my gif and all this shit is fiction.

Masterlist

Chapter one | Chapter two | Chapter three | Chapter four | Chapter five | Chapter six | Chapter seven | Chapter eight | Chapter nine | Chapter ten | Chapter eleven | Chapter twelve | Chapter thirteen | Chapter fourteen | Chapter fifteen | Chapter sixteen | Chapter seventeen | Chapter eighteen | Chapter nineteen | Chapter twenty | Chapter twenty one | Chapter twenty-two | Chapter twenty-three | Chapter twenty-four |

::: London, October 22nd, 2011:::

Gerard was sick and tired of interviews, he wanted to get to the hotel and lay down for a good nap, but it felt the van wasn't moving fast enough. Next to him, Mikey was starting to feel his head a little better after a whole day with the worst hangover he had had in months. The bassist kept drinking Gatorade and never took out his dark glasses.

- "Are you ok?"- he read Joey's text and smiled.

- "Dying is the new ok"- he wrote fastly and added- "Ready for dinner?"

- "Are you taking me out?"- the drummer replied.

- "Could be"- he texted back.

- "Great! I've been in this fucking room all day"- Mikey frowned and called- Hey! I thought you were going to answer my text.

- "You haven't left your room?!"

- "No, I was practicing. I've got a pretty big concert tomorrow, you know, I don't wanna be the reason your show goes to hell."

- "Are you dressed?"- Gerard, Ray, and Frank turned to him, frowning.

- "No, Mikey. I usually play drums naked. It helps me stay in the zone,"- Joey answered all snarky- "Of course, I am dressed, Mikey!"

- "Ok, Bug! No need to yell, I just meant go get pretty, and I'll pick you up to have dinner out."

- "Oh! Fancy!"- the girl smiled, thinking Mikey was incredibly thoughtful with her- "Then I'll shower again and put on my best sweatpants."

Mikey laughed and said goodbye. And immediately faced the interrogative look in his brother's eyes.

- "What?"

- "You said you were not going to make your move on her."

- "What the fuck is wrong with you?"- and Mikey felt insulted- "I am not trying to make any move on her! She just spent the whole fucking day practicing for tomorrow's show. The least I can do is buy her dinner! She is putting all her effort into this ‘cos she doesn't want to make us look bad! Not everything is about getting laid, Gerard!"

The van was silent after those words. Gerard whispered "sorry" and didn't say anything else.

- "We could all do something fun"- Ray suggested- "She has to be really nervous…"

- "Yeah"- Frank added- "What was the name of that bar we went to last time we were here?"

- "We are not going to a sports bar"- Mikey shouted immediately.

- "No! Not that one… the other sports bar…"- Frank joked- "Oh come on! We are in London! I need all the soccer shit I can get!"

- "Not tonight, so think of a nice place to take Joey"- Mikey was taking it seriously.

- "Like a band date, and shit?"- Iero asked and frowned, pretending to be confused but basically just trying to make fun of Mikey- "You said you are not going to make your move on her. Are we all as a band going to make our move on her?"

- "Shut up!"- Mikey was pretty annoyed- "That girl has taken special care of me in the lastest days, and I appreciate her very much. We should all make an effort and make her feel good and reinforce her trust for tomorrow."

- "You would be an excellent sports coach"- Frank kept joking, though he really liked the idea of taking Joey on a date, even when it was with the rest of the band.

- "Ok, done,"- Ray said suddenly, and no one got a shit-" We've got reservations at seven at the Earl Ferrers"- Gerard raised an eyebrow, surprised and confused at the same time- "While you were babbling, I googled a nice pub and got us a table."

- "Thank you, dad"- Frank teased him and grinned

- "Shut up."

Mikey kept wondering if Alicia had said anything to Lynz about them. Or if Lynz has told his brother anything about his failing marriage. He was afraid to ask. He had sent his wife a text in the morning and hadn't gotten an answer yet. So far, not good at all.

Ray looked at the schedule for the next day and sighed. Busy as fuck. As every tour, as a matter of fact. He was worried about Joey. When Mikey said she had spent the whole afternoon practicing, it kind of broke his heart.

- "That kid is giving everything for this job. Mikey is right. We have to do something nice for her."

He took a shower, got dressed, and called to her room. She was already waiting for them, but it was still a little early.

- "Wanna play a campaign before we leave?"- Toro asked, knowing the answer.

- "Give a second, and I'll be there"- and it was literally a second, ‘cos Joey showed up with a full smile on his door before he could start the game.

- "Shit! That was fast!"

- "Sorry, I've been alone the whole day, and I guess a part of me was crabbing for some human contact"- she joked and walked in- "Where's the rest of the guys?"

- "They are getting pretty for our band date"- he answered, completely proud.

- "Really?"- Joey held a joystick, feeling the blush on her cheeks- "Aren't you cute?"

- "Yes, kid. We are taking you out for a nice dinner so you can relax for tomorrow"- the girl smiled, embarrassed- "It was Mikey's idea after you told him how much you've been practicing."

- "It's my job. It's what I came to do. You shouldn't thank me for being professional."

- "Knock it, you are in for a treat!"

- "Thank you, Ray"- Joey punched his arm a chuckled- "Now I'm gonna fucking kick your ass!!"

Frank took a look at his reflex on the mirror and sighed. He felt he was losing the fight over Joey's attention, and he hated losing. So far, Mikey was the one texting her, Ray was the nice guy she had fun playing video games with, Gerard was… well, he was the one he knew was flirting with her. And Frank? At this point, he was just the one who made her laugh.

- "Well, that ain't so bad. Besides, I don't wanna date Joey or whatever. I just want… what do I want? Seriously, what the fuck is happening?"- Frank kept staring at his reflex in the mirror. He walked back to his suitcase and picked another t-shirt.

- "You think she is hot. You want her to notice you. You don't wanna date her; you don't wanna cheat on your wife with her. You just… want her to want you"- Iero felt stupid for being that childish, but it wasn't something he could just turn off.

Had that happened before? Not like this. The last time he remembered anything like this happened to him, he was still in high school. That was when he and his, back then, best friend kept fighting to get a girl's attention, which ended up being a mess for the two of them. And the girl? She never even looked at them

- "You are not letting this affect you anymore, heard me!"- Frank pointed at his reflection in the mirror and looked into his own eyes, doing his best to threaten himself, if possible.

- "Ok, be a normal human being, be friendly in a healthy way, get to know your new band member, and stop being a fucking teenager, for christ's sake!"

Mikey walked to Joey's room to pick her up. He was really excited about their dinner, 'cause he was honestly grateful for everything she had done for him. She seemed to sincerely care about what was going on with him.

- "What are you doing here?"- Mikey frowned, surprised to bump into Gerard, who was standing outside her door. He hadn't even knocked. Gerard just stood there and jumped busted when he heard his brother's voice.

- "Nothing! I just… came to ask Joey if she was ready, you?"

- "The same… did you knock?"

- "Ahh, no"- Gerard looked nervous and disturbed, maybe. But Mikey didn't even pay attention to him and knocked on the door. Once. Twice. Nothing.

- "Where is she?"- Gerard frowned, confused, and watched his brother taking his phone from his pocket.

- "I'll call her"- and the oldest Way bit his lips- "Hey, I'm outside your room… great, you have a problem with that shitty thing, did you know that?"

- "Is he flirting? Shit, he is!"- Gee tried to read his brother and kept his eyes locked on him.

- "Yeah, we'll be right there,"- Mikey placed the phone back into his pocket and turned around- "She is with Ray."

- "Ray? Why?"- he made his best not to sound jealous or mad in any way. Which he slightly felt he was.

- ˝Playing Call of Duty, again,"- Gerard nodded and started walking with his brother- "I'm not flirting. I know you think that ‘cos I said I'd do her. But honestly, that's not what's happening."- Mikey said, reading his mind.

- "Yeah, I get it"- Gerard whispered and stepped into the elevator- "And… what is happening? You've been talking a lot with her."

- "Yeah, I don't think that's a bad thing, is it?"

- "No, of course not!"

- "Then?"

- "It's just that I've got the feeling there is something wrong in your life you are not telling me about, and maybe you… told her."

- "Are you actually upset I can share shit with someone who isn't you? Really?"

- "You just met her! What could it be so dark you can share with a stranger and not with your brother?"- Mikey looked at his brother, confused by the stupidity of his words.

- "You have problems, dude. What's the big deal I share something with someone else? Or is the fact I share something with her that bothers you?"

- "No! Of course no!"- Gerard quickly started thinking he might have been too obvious about the conflict he had with Joey, but Mikey never even thought about it.

- "I know you didn't want her in the band, and maybe you don't even want to be friends with her."

- "No, Mikey, really. I didn't mean it like that; I just… guess I was jealous"- at least Gerard didn't entirely lie- "I just feel like you trust her more than you trust me lately, that's all."

- "Don't be an ass, Gee."

The elevator door opened, and the Way brothers walked in silence to Ray's room. You could hear their laughs and yells from the hall.

- "Are you jealous Ray has more fun with her than with you too?"

- "Come on! I said I'm sorry, I know it was wrong."

Gerard glared at his younger brother and knocked on the door, not saying another word.

- "At least he didn't notice I am jealous, but of how fucking close he is with her when I just keep making my best to stay away from her before I do something I will regret."

- "Hey kids!"- Joey opened the door and greeted them with a huge smile. Mikey gave her a little hug and walked in, and Gerard did his best not to get a boner. Just like that, his pants started feeling tighter.

- "You look terrific, Bug!"- Mikey said and spun her around- "You took the date shit very seriously."

- "Really? Am I overdressed? I can go change."

Joey slightly freaked out at the idea of putting too much effort into her outfit 'cause she never really did. So, it was probably too much makeup or the wrong shirt.

- "I'm just saying you look very hot today"- Mikey simply explained and smiled- "Not overdressed at all… it's jeans and a shirt! come on!"

- "And my clean converse"- Joey added, pointing at her shoes with a smirk.

- "Shit! We are not worthy!"- the youngest Way teased, chuckling.

- "How are you, Gerard? You are awfully quiet today"- the girl asked and smiled at him.

- "Hey, I'm… a little tired, I guess. I just need a coffee."

Gerard tried to look cool and pretend there was nothing else on his mind.

- "Wrestling, Ray's armpit smell, Mikey's cooking, Frank dirty clothing…"- and he just kept trying to stop the boner.

- "I told Frank to meet us at the lobby"- Ray announced and turned off the PS3- "And when we come back, I want revenge."

He pointed at Joey with the most severe, angry, and threatening yet funny look he could find.

- "Deal!"

Frank waved at his friends walking over and gave Joey a warm smile, doing his best to be nice and friendly but keeping a safe distance.

- "Hey! How was your day?"- he asked and hugged Joey awkwardly.

- "It was long and boring. Just gym and work, you? You guys haven't told me about your hard working day."

- "Yeah, it wasn't so exciting,"- Frank quickly answered- "Just interviews, actually."

- "That sounds like fun,"- the girl smiled and followed the band to the underground parking, where a van waited to take them to the pub.

- "It really wasn't"- Frank added- "I think yours was better."

- "For a moment, I stopped feeling my arms"- Joey chuckled, and Frank laughed- "And I ran in circles around my room like Sponge Bob Square Pants too."

- "Are you freaking out about the show?"

- "No, Frank. I'm usually a psychotic girl who locks herself in her room to play drums alone,"- he raised an eyebrow, and she grinned.

- "The sarcasm wasn't necessary."

- "But it's always fun,"- Frank nodded- "And where are we going?"

- "Dad got us reservations at a nice place."

- "Who?"- Joey frowned, and Frank quickly answered.

- "Dad Toro, our father on the road."

- "Really? That guy?"- the girl pointed at Ray, who was scratching his head, staring at his cellphone.

- "Yeah, he is obsessive,"- Frank opened the door for her and let her get into the van first, making an honest effort not to look at her ass. Which he failed immediately until Ray's hand smacked him in the head.

- "I am not obsessive"- he argued and got into the van too.

- "Yeah, you are!"- Mikey jumped into the conversation and sat next to Joey, stealing Frank's seat.

- "Just ‘cos I'm more mature than you, 'cos you are a bunch of teenagers!"- Frank's giggles filled the room while Joey covered her face with both hands and whispered.

- "I played that song so many times today"- the drummer whispered and started humming, "Teenagers scare the living shit out of me."

- "Why? You did it great the whole week. Where does all the self-doubt come from?"- Mikey elbowed her, and the girl shrugged, making the bassist wrap his arm around her friendly- "You are gonna be great! tonight we are gonna have fun, and tomorrow you are gonna sleep late, then we'll go to the arena, get one last rehearsal, and then we'll play a show, ok?"

- "Yes, bróðir"- Joey answered and smiled at him.

- "What the fuck does that mean?"- Mikey asked, confused.

- "It's your new nickname, last night you said that was my job for today"- the young man laughed, the scene just coming back into his mind.

- "You are right! And what the fuck does that mean?"

- "It's "brother" in Icelandic"- she simply added and smiled.

- "I like it, Bug."

Mikey chuckled, and then the two of them made a long pause, both staring outside the window.

- "Wait, are we all going to get Icelandic nicknames?"- Frank asked ‘cos he had been quiet for too long, and deep down, he was still in the race to get Joey's attention. A race no one but Gerard was running against him.

- "I don't know, Jersey; you don't plan those things. They kind of come spontaneously."

- "Like calling me "Jersey"?"- he frowned seductively, and Joey blushed. His eyes were so intense on her she could feel him undressing her.

- "Why do I feel Frank is hitting on me every time we talk? But he is not! He is married, and he is just funny and friendly! This is just because I think he is hot, and damn it! He is."

Joey stayed quiet, staring at Frank for a moment, and he waited for an answer to his question.

- "Hey! Iceland! wake up"- he snapped his fingers, chuckling.

- "Sorry! I spaced a second, thinking about a song"- she lied and smiled- "I call you Jersey ‘cos you are fucking Jersey. The Italian name, the Jersey accent, when you fucking sweat, I bet it smells like Newark."

The whole band burst out laughing as soon as they heard those words, and Ray was the first one to set the record straight

- "It's so sad to tell you how wrong you are, but give it a couple of days sharing a bus with him, and you'll find how bad he smells when he sweat!"- the band kept laughing as Joey frowned disgustedly.

- "Shit! Save some mystery for the honeymoon, dad!"

Gerard stayed quiet the whole drive over. Yes, he was tired. But that wasn't the main reason. He was upset ‘cos he didn't get a nickname. Why?

- "Well, I've avoided her as much as possible, but we had fun yesterday on the trip, we talked… I could have gotten a nickname after that. Maybe after staying away from her for so long, I can get a cute pet name. Shit! I could give her one… could I? Should I? no, of course not! Stop this shit! You are fucking grown up!"

- "Dude, are you even on this planet?"- Joey asked, standing outside the van and staring at Gerard, who was still sitting, not aware the drive was over.

- "Sorry, what?"

- "Are you coming to our date or not?"

- "Fuck yeah!"- he quickly answered and stood up.

- "Are you ok?"

- "Yeah, sorry, I think I'm just jetlagged."

- "Don't worry, it's just dinner, then we can go back to the hotel. You need to rest for tomorrow"- her smile was so friendly it even hurt him. What was it with her? He couldn't even answer at that. He just walked into the pub in silence and watched her laughing at something Frank had said.

Dinner was great, Joey was so happy, she even got a little hyper, and Mikey stopped her from getting coffee because she wasn't going to get any sleep.

- "Sorry"- she whispered and blushed after he heard her friend- "Too much sugar."

- "Well, you ate two chocolate brownies…"

- "Shut up, Michael James! I helped you when you said you couldn't eat anymore, and if there's a god somewhere, I don't want him/her/it to get mad at us for wasting any food."

- "Do you even believe any of the bullshit you just said?"- Frank asked, chuckling.

- "No, why? Does it sounds like I do?"- she grinned, and he laid back on his chair.

- "Ok, I don't think I'm gonna sleep either, I'm too fucking full"- Ray said and pushed his empty dessert dish away from him- "Does anyone want to walk around for a while before going to the hotel?"

- "Dude, is it even safe for you to go out there without Worm?"- Joey frowned- "Five girls came crying over you while we ate, and I saw a picture of us all over Twitter already."

- "We should leave then"- Frank raised his arm and asked for the check.

- "Is there any place you can go without being chased by fans?"- it was a whole new experience for Joey, and she felt like she needed a tutorial to get it all together in her head.

- "Yeah, totally"- Frank said and gave it a little thinking- "When I was back in Jersey, I walked out the house to get the paper, and no one yelled… well, maybe Jamia because I left the door open and the dog ran out, but that was it."

Joey burst out laughing at that answer, and Mikey chuckled next to her.

- "You fucking laugh like Squidward from Sponge Bob Square Pants!!"

- "Yeah!!"- Ray and Frank said at the same time.

- "Fuck you! Where's the check? We should get going."

The band laughed, and Joey's cheeks turned red in a second. Her eyes crushed with Gerard from the other side of the table, and both of them smiled at each other for a long moment. They didn't say a thing. They just wouldn't stop staring until it got weird, and Gerard sighed.

- "I'm gonna walk outside to smoke."

- "We'll be right there,"- Ray answered and grabbed the check.

- "So he is actually our dad,"- Joey whispered to Mikey, and he laughed right away.

- "You bet! He'll be the one by your bunk yelling you gotta wake up to go to rehearsal."

- "Shit, but I like him. I don't wanna hate him."

- "Sorry, I'm just honest."

- "Damn…"

Joey was so happy with the band date they had just have; she felt like she had to kick ass at the show the next day just to thank them for being so nice. All but Gerard.

- "What the fuck is wrong with him now? He won't talk to me; he just stares at me. It's so weird… fuck, I bet he hates me, he still doesn't want me in the bad, that's it!"- Joey stood in front of the mirror of the bathroom and frowned at her reflection.

- "But he was so sweet last night… should I talk to him? Maybe he is having seconds thoughts about me. Maybe he feels I'm gonna suck… fuck! I'm gonna suck…"- her cell phone ringing took her from her head and forced her to step back into reality.

- "Hi Yami!!"- Matthew's voice made her smile in a second, as soon as his face appeared on the screen.

- "Akumu!! I fucking miss you so!!"

- "Where are you?"- he frowned, looking around

- "In the bathroom of a pub,"- Joey answered with her best British accent.

- "All alone?"

- "In the bathroom, yes, I am a big girl"- she giggled, and Gubler stuck out his tongue to her- "The guys took me out for dinner."

- "Aww! they are so nice,"- Matthew smiled and stared at her for a second- "You look so beautiful."

- "And you look hot as fuck, I love your Spencer Reid outfit"- and he laughed- "Still on the set?"

- "Yeah… hey, if you like it so much, I'll wear it when I pick you up from the airport."

- "Fuck yeah!!"- she chuckled and stared at the screen, not saying a word for a moment.

- "I miss you so much, Yami."

- "Me too,"- she whispered and sighed, her eyes glued at the screen.

- "I don't wanna reach home knowing you are not gonna be there"- Joey felt a knot on her throat as soon as she heard those words- "Or knowing I won't be able to drive to your house to crawl into your bed when you are sleeping and scare the shit out of you,"- the girl laughed right away.

- "I love that! it's so creepy and so sweet at the same time."

- "Just like me,"- Matthew said and grinned.

- "Exactly like you, Akumu."

- "And what have you done ever since we talked earlier today?"- the girl gave it a little thinking, but nothing really came to her mind.

- "I showered and got pretty for the band date."

- "Band date, is that a thing?"

- "It could be. How about you?"

- "We are stuck in a scene, and I keep having a hard time working."

- "Why?"

- "Because I can't stop thinking my girlfriend is in London, and I won't be able to snuggle with her tonight"- Joey felt the blood reach her cheeks as Gubler started throwing kisses at the camera.

- "I love you so much, dork."

- "I love you too, dorky."

- "Joey? Everything ok?"- Mikey's voice at the other side of the door broke the magic.

- "Yeah! I'll be right there."

- "Do you have to go somewhere?"- Matthew asked as Joey grabbed her purse and opened the door.

- "Back to the hotel, I guess. Hey, bróðir! say hello to your long-lost lover"- Joey pointed the camera at Mikey as the two of them walked their way out of the restaurant.

- "Hey Matthew! How are you?"

- "Good, how are you? Are you taking care of my baby?"

- "I don't need anyone to take care of me, thank you!"- Joey quickly answered and looked at Gubler, raising an eyebrow.

- "Can you just let me be an apprehensive boyfriend for once?"- he chuckled, and Joey sighed- "Just once, Yami!"

- "Fine, go ahead."

- "Thank you"- Mikey grabbed the cellphone, chuckling, and Matthew asked again- "So, are you taking good care of my baby?"

- "Yes, sir!"

- "Good, I don't want to hear her complaining about you."

- "No, sir. We have a few complaints about her, though"- Joey laughed as she opened the door and saw the rest of the band smoking, waiting for them.

- "Can I just talk with my boyfriend?"- Joey jumped on Mikey and tried to get the phone from his hands.

- "No, I want to know what he is going to complain about,"- Matthew yelled from the other side of the phone.

- "He has nothing! I'm an angel!"- Joey said and grabbed her phone.

- "We'll talk about this later!"- Mikey showed his head behind Joey and then disappeared to get into the van, with the rest of the guys, who kept frowning, not getting what the hell was going on.

- "Thank you for letting me be a protective boyfriend."

- "You are one"- Joey chuckled and sighed- "I think I have to go now. The guys are waiting for me to get in the van."

- "Ok, Yami. I love you."

- "Ég elska þig, Akumu (I love you)"- the girl threw a bunch of kisses to the screen and then hung down the phone.

- "Come on, Bug! It's Call of Duty time!"- Mikey yelled, raising his arms, and Joey pouted as she kept staring at her phone's screen- "Don't get sad!"

- "I won't, I promise"- the girl hopped into the van and sat next to the youngest Way.

- "How's Matthew?"- Ray asked and tapped on her shoulder as she turned around and answered

- "Gorgeous! Do you ever look at your wife and wonder, "how the fuck is that amazing person actually in love with me?"- she asked, and Ray nodded- "That's how I feel every time I talk to him or see his face…"

- "Awww, you are so in love"- Ray messed with Joey's hair and smiled- "It's early, what do you wanna do?"

- "I thought we were going to the hotel and play Call of Duty,"- the girl asked.

- "Yeah, but then we talked about it when you spend half an hour in the bathroom talking with your boyfriend. We won't have a lot of time for sightseeing in the following weeks, and this could be our only chance to walk around and do something fun."

- "You are making me feel I'm gonna be locked in a bus with you for two weeks."

- "You will be"- Mikey smiled- "So we should all start being a little more comfortable around each other"- and just like that, Mikey Way farted.

- "No! Shit! No!"- Joey burst out laughing and arguing, completely disgusted at the very same time.

- "I had to do it!"- he excused himself- "If I hold them, they get worse!"

Joey and Mikey kept arguing while Ray and Frank kept complaining about how awful Mike's fart smelled. Gerard just sat at the back of the van staring at the scene.

- "Fuck, I hate her boyfriend"- it was all he could think about at the moment- "I just want him out of the picture!"- he couldn't take his eyes from her- "Why would I want him out of the picture anyway?! You are not doing anything, Gerard!"

- "Hey! Are you listening?"- Joey waved, and he woke up from his thoughts confused-" Your phone is ringing!"- and Gerard hadn't even noticed.

- "Shit! Right"- and it was Lynz- "Hey babe!"

- "Hey honey, how are you?"

- "Tired, it's been a long day, how about you?"

- "Same here. These commissions are killing me."

- "Come on! You are incredible; you'll manage it,"- Gerard whispered, still having his eyes stuck at what Joey was doing.

- "Thank you hon, how was the rest of your afternoon?"

- "More interviews, so many interviews… and radio shows, now we are out, having dinner."

- "Sounds nice"- Joey's laughter interrupted the conversation as Mikey kept tickling her- "Where are you?"

- "In the van. Ray wanted to do a little sightseeing before we head back to the hotel."

- "And how's Joey going?"

- "I didn't see her a lot today, just now at dinner. She stayed at the hotel rehearsing and shit."

Gee made it sound like he didn't really care, which was ok. He didn't want his wife to know how much he actually cared.

- "Poor kid, be nice to her."

- "Everybody is so nice to her"- every word that came from Gerard's lips sounded like pure envy- "No one wants her to feel bad, and Mikey wanted to take her out for dinner to ease her mind before the show."

- "That's so nice. I'm gonna go now, ‘cos I have to finish gluing a few things on this project"- Gerard chuckled and said goodbye to his wife. Never actually looking away from Joey.

- "You are fucking doomed"- he thought. And he was.

::: London, October 23rd, 2011 :::

When Ray knocked on Joey's door to ask her to wake up, there was no need. She was already showered, fully dressed, bags packed, and ready to go.

- "I wish Gerard was this organized!"- Toro said and stared at her- "Let me help you load all this on the bus and show you your bunk."

- "Sounds exciting!"- Joey joked and closed the door behind her back as the two of them walked to the elevator, carrying all her bags- "Thank you for helping me."

- "Not a problem, Bug"- he stuck out his tongue, and she grimaced as soon as she heard him- "Sorry, the nickname stays."

- "Thanks, dad"- she didn't really bother it, though. She just wanted to argue with him about anything, literally anything that could keep her from the obvious subject: it was show day.

Ray knew it. That's why he wanted to keep her busy, show her to the bus, walk her around, and take her from her mind.

- "Can I pick my bunk?"- Joey kept jumping all over the bus, totally psyched by every single thing on it. Ray peered at her, smiling as he plugged his PlayStation at the tv in the sitting area next to the kitchenette. He actually looked like a dad at that moment.

- "Sure, pick yours. I should warn you, though, Worm always takes one at the bottom."

- "I want tops!"- Joey yelled, running to the bunks and quickly jumping into one- "Mine!"

- "Hey guys!"- Frank opened the door and looked confused- "What are you doing? I heard Joey yelling"

- "I picked my bunk!!"- she was really excited about it. Ray and Frank exchanged glances, and both chuckled.

- "Hey, Iceland! How are you?"

- "Kind of hungry."

- "Let's get some breakfast before it's time to go,"- he smiled and walked to the bunk area- "Which one did you pick?"

- "This one!!"

Joey was actually in the bunk already, acting like a little kid on Christmas morning, and smiled at Frank when he stood next to her.

- "Great choice!"

- "Thank you, where are you gonna sleep?"- he took a look around and sighed.

- "Good question. I guess I'll pick this one"- he said and pointed the one right in front of her- "That way, I can throw you Cheetos while you are sleeping."

Joey chuckled, jumped down her bed, and walked back to Ray. Frank left his bag on the bunk and sighed. He knew he had the best bunk.

The steam in the bathroom was thick as Gerard stood underneath the hot hater, eyes closed, just waiting for his mind to settle. It wasn't working. That's why he had been taking a shower for at least thirty minutes. He had an internal struggle he couldn't sort, and it was killing him. It felt like he was never going to get out of that shower. He had a hard-on, and he didn't want to touch it, ‘cos he knew it was hard from dreaming about Joey, and it felt like cheating.

He just didn't want to give in, but the temptation was too big. His cock was pumping, his dreams were spinning on his head nonstop. He could actually hear her moaning in his mind.

- "Fuck it!"

Until it was too hard to stay focused, and he just grabbed a grip of his hard-on. A small groan left his lips as soon as he pictured Joey in front of him. Not even doing anything dirty, just staring back at him as he touched himself. What the fuck was it? Something about her turned him on as it had never happened ever before. It wasn't rational. It was like his body decided to act at its own will. And its will was horny as fuck. It was forbidden to have those kinds of thoughts about a band member, which made it worse ‘cos his cock kept feeling harder and harder with every thrust.

Gerard rested a hand on the wall before him while the other hand started moving faster and faster. He pictured Joey playing drums at rehearsals, sparkling in sweat as her whole body moved almost in slow motion for him. It was an image that could make him finish in a minute, and he moaned quite loudly with every stroke of his fantasy. Gerard could nearly touch her in his mind, her bouncing breast, her glowing skin… the smell of her hair, fuck!! His hand pumped his cock harder and faster than before, driving him absolutely crazy.

Guilt took over him as soon as he was done. He felt dirty, though he was just stepping out of the shower. What had he done? Jerking off wasn't a crime, was it?

No.

Jerking off thinking about someone who isn't your wife isn't…. Right? No, of course, it wasn't a crime or shit. It was just weird. Or dangerous.

- "Ok, you did it, you took it off your system, now you won't get all hard when you see her again"- he kept lying to himself as he got dressed- "I mean, yeah, it wasn't a big deal, just a jerk off, it not like I wanna fuck her, this is really nothing."

Gerard was in fucking denial, but that was the only way he had to keep himself sane and pretty much able to leave the room and face an important day.

The truth was, his cock got a hard-on as soon as he set eyes on her when he walked into the dining room, and he knew shit was not going to get easier sharing the bus with her.

Gerard was full of it, though. He didn't want it to be easier anyway. He just needed to find an excuse to get a little closer to her. Being locked in a bus with her over 12 hours a day seemed like a good plan. He only kept lying to himself, trying not to feel so bad about his own mind.

Mikey looked at Joey and smiled as she sat behind the drum and played "Kids from Yesterday." Her hands were sweating, but she felt- for once- pretty confident about the performance.

- "Awesome!"- Mikey walked over and raised his hand for a high five- "You just won a beer!"

- "Cool, ‘cause I need one"- Joey stood up and saw Ray walking over after leaving his guitar aside.

- "Great rehearsal, kid!"

- "Thank you, dad!"

- "Yeah, let's go get something to eat. We need to rest before the real shit"- Frank smiled and dried the sweat from his face with his t-shirt

- "Wow! Let me see that!"- Joey walked over and lifted his shirt- "Sorry to intrude, but dude, that's a lot of ink"- Iero blushed and didn't know what to say, mainly 'cos the girl kept looking at his body- "I've been thinking about getting one myself, but I always chicken out at the last moment."

- "What do you wanna get?"

- "My last name on my side"- Frank frowned with a painful face.

- "Really? You wanna start with the worst part?"

- "People keep saying that…"

Joey let Frank's shirt go and started walking backstage with him. Gerard watched them and almost made a tantrum. He wanted to be Frank so badly at that moment. He wanted her to touch him. Was it too much to ask?

- "I'll tell you what, why don't we go to a tattoo shop after the show? I know a great guy. I can call him, and we give you your first tattoo. Let's start with a small thing, like a…"

- "A couple of drumsticks on my wrist!"- she jumped, eyes wide open in excitement.

- "Sure thing! Sounds good"- and to Gerard's suffering, Joey jumped and hugged Frank tight.

- "Thank you!!!!"

- "I haven't done anything yet!"- Frank chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, not losing the chance to hold her tight.

- "I don't care! Thank you, Jersey!"

Gerard mumbled something annoyed as he passed by, and Joey felt the cold coming from him. He was the only one who never told her anything about the rehearsal.

- "Come on! Let's eat something"- Mikey walked to her and grabbed her hand, pushing her backstage.

- "Hey, what's wrong with Gerard?"- she asked, turning around to look at him one last time.

- "What the fuck do I know?"- Mikey answered and made complete lights off of the whole deal.

- "He fucking hates me, it's a fact,"- Joey thought and bite her nails as she sat, and Mikey handed her over a cold beer- "Fuck… what the fuck am I gonna do? Should I talk to him? Would that make things worse? Does he want me to leave?"

- "Iceland!"- Frank clapped his hands in front of her and woke her up- "What do you want to eat for lunch?"

- "I don't know… what are you having?"

- "We were thinking about getting pizza, then go to the hotel, nap, and head back here"- she nodded and sipped her beer.

- "Sure."

- "Are you ok?"- he asked, kneeled in front of her. His hazel eyes on her, making her feel somehow special, as his hands rested on her knees, not making her awkward, but somehow it made her feel like she was part of the gang.

- "Yeah, I'm just a little nervous,"- she smiled at him and felt a tiny kiss on her forehead.

- "Knock it, Iceland. You are gonna be great."

Joey blushed and nodded as Frank stood up and walked to the other side of the room.

- "What the fuck was that?! You kissed her forehead! It shouldn't be a big deal, but you've been jerking off thinking about her for a week now! This will only give you more material, and you know it!"- Frank wanted to hit himself, and the only thing he could do was walk into the bathroom and hit his head against the wall a couple of times, while no one could see him.

Iero wasn't proud of jerking off thinking about the band's new member, but he felt way less guilty than Gerard. At least he knew it was platonic and impossible. It was like if she was someone he didn't know, like the hot member of another band unrelated to him and who he would never be with. That made it easier.

Gerard laid on his bed. There was no way he was going to sleep. He was debating himself again, fighting the desperation to release himself thinking about the band's drummer yet again. He couldn't even turn to the drum that day; Gee blushed and felt guilty, knowing he had just jerked off thinking about her in the shower. Still, at the same time, he would feel his cock getting harder as soon as his eyes reached her. It was fucking insane.

He looked at the tent in his pants and sighed. No way was going to go unnoticed on stage. He couldn't get a boner there. Fuck! He was going to get a hard-on performing. The only way he could think of to lower the chances of going through something like that was… well… jerking off again. So he guided his hand and grabbed his hard-on. He tried to picture his wife on top of him, and for a few seconds, it worked. Until it didn't, and he found himself fantasizing about Joey, her hair loose, falling down her shoulders as she rocked on top of him completely naked. He could feel himself getting harder as a groan left his lips. Fuck, he hated himself, but he couldn't stop.

Until a knock on the door forced him to.

He was sure he had put the "do not disturb" sign on the handle, but fuck, the moment was ruined anyway. He stood up and sighed, doing his best to hide the boner on his sweatpants. Sweatpants do not help to do that, really.

- "Hey,"- Joey whispered, standing at the other side of the door, and he caught his breath, too surprised even to say a word- "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Was it finally his moment to lose his mind and do whatever his body was longing for? No, of course, no, but how would he control his desires if she was right there, in front of him. No one else but the two of them.

- "Sure, come in"- he managed to whisper, and Joey walked into his room.

Gerard took a deep breath as he followed her and took a look at himself to make sure she wouldn't notice his hard-on. He was ok, at least for now.

- "I'm sorry to disturb your nap."

Joey seemed nervous. She kept playing with her hands and refused to look at Gerard right to the eyes. Just to stand in front of him was hard enough for her. She couldn't make it worse.

- "I just… needed to know… why do you hate me so much…"- her words hurt him deeply. Fuck! had he made too much of an effort to be away from her? He had ruined everything. It was a fact.

- "Why would you think that?"- he asked, frowning, making his best to look casual and fighting the urge to hug her that took over his body immediately.

- "The fact you ignore me the whole time,"- she murmured and kept her eyes now on her shoes, still refusing to raise her eyes to him.

- "That's not true."

- "Yeah, it is."

The girl made a pause and sighed. This was getting harder every second, ‘cos it felt like Gerard was a magnet she couldn't stop feeling the urge to get closer to, and it took all the power in her to stay still and avoid his eyes.

- "The only time we've talked ever since we started working together was the plane trip we had to share, and that has been it. I'm sure you hate me. Just tell me why, please."

- "Joey, I don't hate you,"- he whispered and looked at her, forcing his hands not to touch her face.

- "Well, then what is it?"- her voice raised a little, though her eyes were still stuck on the floor- "If you don't trust in my work, you shouldn't have hired me."

- "No, Joey"- but she didn't let him continue.

- "And if you want me to go after today, I get it. I don't have to be here if you don't want me here."

- "I love having you here!"- he finally interrupted her and moved a step closer, making her jump right away and raise her eyes, staring at him. It felt like the worst mistake she could have made, ‘cos now she was paralyzed. That guy was a magnet.

- "You do?"- she whispered, confused, lost in those hazel eyes.

- "Yeah, I'm sorry I've been a little distant, I just…"- Gerard took another step close to her, and her perfume filled the air around him. It was intoxicating. It just made him want her more- "I guess there is a lot in my mind with this tour… it's not that I hate you. Please don't think that."

He slowly raised his hands and placed them softly on her arms, making her shiver at his touch right away.

- "You are not just saying that because I'm here, and you want to make things less weird?"- she was nearly pouting as she spoke, fighting her body not to shiver again. His hands were on her arms, and they felt too warm, too tight… too much. She could imagine what it would feel like to have his whole body around her. And she could only think it would be heaven.

- "No"- his voice was a soft whisper that took her from her thoughts and made her sigh- "I don't hate you at all."

Gerard's eyes fondled her as he spoke, and the two of them stared in silence more than they should have. And they knew it.

- "Good,"- Joey murmured- "'Cause that would suck."

Neither of them had the slightest clue what to say next, ‘cos they weren't really thinking about talking either. Gerard felt his pants getting tighter as his hands moved slowly down Joey's arm, almost reaching her hands.

- "Joey, I wanted to…"- but whatever was Gerard going to say, it never left his lips, ‘cos her cell phone rang and the spell was broken. He quickly moved his hands away from her, and she grabbed the phone from her pocket.

- "It's Matthew. I should get this,"- she said and moved two steps back from Gerard.

- "Yeah, go… I should rest"

- "See you later, thanks for the talk"- Joey waved and sprinted to the door. She had to get out of there.

::: At the arena :::

Ray looked at Joey and chuckled. The girl was freaking out, though she kept making her best not to show. She was read through, though. They were backstage. You could hear the kids yelling outside; it was twenty minutes before the show. They were at their dressing room, just hanging ‘cos they were all ready. Gerard had done his vocal warm-ups. Mikey had forced everybody to do 15 push-ups, and Joey had gone through her elongation routine before shows.

But now, there was nothing else to do but wait. And waiting was killing her.

- "Hey Bug"- Ray walked to Joey and sipped his beer- "Wanna walk with me before we start?"

- "Sure."

She stood up and hid her hands in her shorts' pockets. She had actually been very hesitant about her outfit for the night. Mikey was her assistant and helped her pick back shorts, a sleeveless Alice in Chains gray t-shirt she decided to put on backward, not show the logo of another band on the scene, and a lumberjack shirt around her waist. Basically, what she always wore.

- "Don't be nervous"- Ray wrapped an arm around her shoulder as they walked backstage, and the girl took a deep breath.

- "Thanks."

- "You are gonna kickass."

- "You know, it's so embarrassing that you have to encourage me before shows like this… you hired me ‘cos I'm a professional, I shouldn't be so nervous."

- "We always get nervous too."

- "Sure, Ray"- Joey rolled her eyes at him, and he stood in front of her

- "I mean it, if you don't get nervous, you don't make an effort, and if you don't make an effort, it means you don't give a fuck"- the girl looked at the guitarist and smiled.

- "Fear is the path to the dark side"- and Ray burst out laughing- "Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering"- Ray finished reciting the Yoda quote with her and chuckled.

- "See? That's the Iceland chick we hired"- Joey wrapped her arms around him and sighed.

- "Thank you, dad, you are the best."

- "Yeah, I know,"- Joey smiled and let him go- "Now come on, let's play a show."

Gerard high-fived everyone in the crew and gathered the band together before they walked to the stage.

- "I'm so happy to play this show with you guys today,"- he said and smiled- "We are gonna have a kickass tour starting right now!!"

- "Yeah!"- Frank yelled, and the band chuckled- "And by the end of the night, Bug is gonna have her first tattoo!"- and Joey chuckled.

- "Yeah!"- the whole band yelled.

- "We are gonna make the best show ever ‘cos those kids deserve it!"- Ray added, and they all yelled in agreement too.

- "I love you guys,"- Joey said, still in the circle- "Thank you for believing in me."

- "Aww, Iceland!!"- Frank quickly moved over and hugged her- "If you suck, you are out"- and she burst out laughing right away.

- "Thank you, Jersey!"- he hugged her tight and sighed, smelling her perfume. But his moment was ruined when Mikey joined the hug, and then Ray, and finally Gerard and James.

- "Ok, kids! let's do this!!"- the road manager said and clapped next to the band. Joey jumped a few times on her spot with Mikey, who kept making funny faces to make her smile, which worked.

- "Hey Joey,"- Gerard's voice next to her made her jump- "I just wanted to say you are gonna be incredible"- she felt the blush on her cheeks as she smiled and nodded.

- "Thanks."

The audience was going nuts. Joey walked to the drums and grabbed her drumsticks as a countdown started on the arena's screens. She looked at Mikey, putting on his bass and smiling at her. She took a deep breath. The countdown reached one. "Look Alive Sunshine" filled the arena, and the crowd yelled each word. Joey started playing the intro of Na Na Na. It was time.

- "London!! Make some noise!!"- Gerard shouted. The band kicked in, and the show was on.

The girl was giving everything she had at that point. Halfway through the first song, she was feeling much, much better. Playing was what she loved the most, and she knew every song. She could do this. She was doing it.

- "Pull this pin! Let the world explode!!"- Gerard sang, and the song ended. He turned around and cut the drummer a huge smile. Mikey did the same as he walked over and stuck his eyes at hers. She counted, and "Give them Hell Kid" started immediately. Mikey winked, and she chuckled. So far, so good.

James played the keyboards, and the whole arena stayed in silence. Joey stood at one side of the stage with the rest of the band. It was over an hour into the show, and Gerard was ready to sing Cancer alone in front of the crowd.

- "You are doing awesome,"- Frank wrapped an arm around Joey's body, and she rested her head on his shoulder.

- "Thanks, Jersey. I've felt your love looking after me, from all of you"- Frank was in heaven feeling so close, and Joey was in heaven as well. But watching Gerard perform. She couldn't understand how on earth he could change so much from Gee backstage to Gerard, frontman of My Chem. The worst part was knowing both Gerard had an intense effect on her. They made her feel too nervous.

- "Come on"- the song ended, and the band slowly walked back into the stage.

- "Please make some noise for James Dewees,"- Gerard said, and the crowd yelled- "Please make some noise for Joey Sveinbjörndottir, our amazing new drummer for this tour!"

Joey sat behind the drum and felt her hands shaking as the crowd cheered. Gerard just turned to her and winked. That wink. It was too much for her to handle.

- "And me and my three brothers are in a band called My Chemical Romance…"- he continued talking with the audience.

- "Ok bitch, get your shit together! So far, you've been doing good! You can do this!"- the girl kicked her own ass and turned to Frank, ‘cos it felt like he was looking at her. He was and grinned like a maniac when she looked at him.

- "Tattoo"- he mouthed, and she laughed. Yeah, so far, so good.

::: Later that night :::

- "Hættu þessu, pabbi!!! (Stop it! Dad!!)"- the band kept frowning as Joey talked half in Spanish, half in English and half in Icelandic with her family- "Come on! I'm a fucking grown-up!"

Frank chuckled and opened a beer.

- "Parents freaking out about a tattoo, been there."

- "If she gets in trouble, this is your fault"- Gerard was too serious about it, at least according to the rest of the band, but no one said a word.

- "So, how do we feel after today's show?"- Ray asked and sat next to Mikey.

- "I feel awesome. It was an amazing show"- Frank was nearly jumping, filled endorphins after playing a show, and exciting after getting another tattoo on his hand- "I really think we made a great choice with our drummer."

- "Yeah,"- they all said at the very same time.

- "Ok, that was fun"- Joey showed up and smiled- "My dad officially hates Frank"- and she chuckled- "Other than that, everybody back home says hi."

- "Hated by parents, sounds like senior year in high school all over again."

- "Funny, Jersey"- Joey's cell rang again, and Matthew's face appeared on her screen - "Akumu!"- and the girl went back to her bunk again.

- "Ok, so now the tour starts,"- Gerard whispered- "Now we have to share the bus with a girl."

- "Your worst nightmare"- Ray smiled and grabbed a joystick- "Who's in for some video games with me?"

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