#mikey x gender-neutral reader

[emmyrosee]

Random thoughts #3 (05:23)

Manjiro is, as his friends put it, a yapper.

There’s nothing this man won’t talk to you about, everything from his day to his dreams last night, to the dog he passed on his bike, Mikey will tell you anything and absolutely everything. It makes him happy to keep you in the loop! And you love watching his shoulders relax and a smile spread on his face the more he talks, getting everything off of his chest and into the universe. The way your fingers card his head and relax him into saying everything and anything on that mind of his is so cute, and it’s one of the highlights of your day.

This, of course, does not necessarily apply to nap time.

Mikey loves to talk, of course, but when your eyes slowly start to get heavy, your breathing slowly evens out and your mouth lets out the puffiest of breaths, he finally stops his blabbering and looks down at you in confusion, “baby?”

You don’t answer him, of course, having knocked asleep moments prior, but he smiles softly and curls closer to you, relishing in the way you smack your lips and burrow deeper into his side. Your fingers gently curl into the opening of his hoodie, clutching the fabric in your fingers. He moves his head to press the smallest kiss to your knuckle before closing his eyes and resting his head against yours, hoping to meet you in dreamland.

“I’ll tell you when you wake up.”

[6rookie-writer0110]

I’m falling

Anora Ani Mikheeva x Reader (Gender-Neutral)

Summary - y/n finds out Ani is a stripper while dating.

Ani’s roommate isn't home, she is happy about that. You are lying next to you and girlfriend and she grabbed her phone.

“Do you want to go out tonight? Maybe a movie or something?” You asked

“I have to work the night shift again,” Ani said

She hasn't told you that she is a stripper. Her past relationships always eneded bad, because they couldn't accept that she was a stripper. Ani doesn't want to ruin the relationship because its different from the others.

“Again, ugh. I just wanted you to be at my place” You said

You are lying on your side then she gets on top of you. Automatically, you wrap your arms around her body and she starts to kiss you.

“Next time, okay. I made you a playlist” Ani said

“Oh? Show me” You smiled

“I never made a playlist for anyone,” Ani said

“I really like that you did that” You smiled

You kissed her then she gets off you. She grabbed her phone and she goes to the playlist. Some artists you didn't know and you asked questions and she starts to tell you about the song. She pressed play and you started to listen to songs. You start to tell that you are liking each song that she picked, she is happy about it because some songs are in Russian. She thought you wouldn't like it.

After spending time with her, you leave her house. She starts to wonder how she should tell you about her job. While getting her roommate walks into Ani’s room.

“Do you ever fucking knock?” Ani said

“I told you not to let Y/N come over. My snacks are gone because of Y/N” Vera said

“Y/N didn't eat your fucking snacks. I can bring Y/N anytime I want, it's my fucking house” Ani said

Ani and her roommate Vera have been arguing a lot lately. Vera doesn't like it when you come over to stay the night but Ani doesn't care.

“Just stop eating my snacks,” Vera said angrily

Vera walks away and Ani countied to get ready for work. Ani leaves the house and heads for the train station. Ani starts to read her texts then she sends a text to you.

She arrives at the club and heads to the locker room. She starts to get ready and outs on glitter on her body then puts on lipstick. She leaves the locker room and she starts to walk around the club.

•——-•

Ani wanted to watch a movie at her place. But she started to talk about her roommate, you don't get why Vera doesn't like you. You barely talk to her when you visit Ani.

“I didn't eat her snacks” You said

“I know you didn't, baby. She has been a bitch lately. I'm always paying half of her rent” Ani said and rolled her eyes

You put your arms around her body, and you put her behind her ear.

“Dont stress about her. Let's relax and you pick the movie” You said

You give her a peck on the lips. You were supposed to take her out it started to rain with thrunder.

You and cuddle with Ani on the couch. Ten minutes into the movie, Ani falls asleep on your shoulder. She has been working late hours and doesn't have enough time to sleep.

“Babe?” You asked

You wait for her to answer but she doesn't. You look and she is still sleeping on your arm, you didn't want to wake her up. You slowly stand up then you pick her up in bridal style and walk to her room. You gently lay your girlfriend in her bed. You leave the room for a moment, then Vera sees you.

“What are you are doing here?” Vera asked

“Just spending time with my girlfriend,” You said

“I told her i don't like you spending the night here,” Vera said

“I didn't do anything to you. What is your problem?” You said

“You are my problem. You should ask her again why she works late hours” Vera said

She walks away and you are confused about what she said. You went to grab your phone in thenkving room, then you go back to Ani’s bedroom. You closed the door and keep thinking about what Vera said to you. You were about to leave but Ani grabs onto you

“Stay” Ani said in a low voice.

“Your roommate doesn't like it when i stay the night,” You said

“Fuck her,” Ani said

She pulled you towards her. You kicked off your sneakers then you lie next to her, then she moved much closer to you. You just hold her while she goes back to sleep

✬ ✫ ✬ ✯ ✫

You haven't spend time Ani, because you two have been very busy. You sent her a text late at night but hasn't replied back, you figured she was busy. But the next day it got worse, Ani went to your apartment and she started to yell at you. You were about to go out with your friends but they are watching you argue with Ani.

“You are not going to fucking strip club so you can fuck some bitch” Ani yelled

“It’s his bachelor party, he invited me. I'm not going to fuck some dirty stripper! I never cheated on you and you think I will do that, what the fuck is wrong with you” You yelled

“Y/N is not going to cheat on you” Igor said

“You shut the fuck up! This is between me and Y/N” Ani yelled

“You are the one acting like a crazy bitch. You are here yelling for no reason” Your other friend said

“Don’t call her that. Ani, I don't need your permission. I was just letting you know. I don't see Igor everyday so I’m going to hang out with him” You said

She pressed her two fingers on your forehead and she slightly pushed you.

“You are not going, Y/N! I’m not going to let you fuck some bitch then you come to me!” Ani yelled

She starts to curse you out in Russian. Igor had to separate you and Ani apart. She continued to yell at you but it's in English, then you started to yell. They pulled you into your room and they tried to calm you down. Igor is trying to make her calm down but it's not working. You are talking about how she is wrong about you. She knows what happens in the strip club and she doesn't want temptation to break you, but she won't tell you that she is a stripper.

Ani leaves your apartment angry. Then your friends told you that she left but you didn't go after her. Hours later, she sent you texts and you don't reply because you know she hates it when you leave her on read.

•———•

Ani hasn't spoken to you for two days. But she has been arguing with her roommate a lot. Ani starts to get ready for work and she checks her phone.

Ani- I know you see my texts. Are you going to be a bitch and don't text me back?

She sees that you read it but you don't reply. She is frustrated and she puts her phone in her bag and she leaves the house. She puts on her headphones and she starts to listen to music so clam down before heading to work.

You head to Ani’s house. Thinking you will speak to her before she heads to work. You knocked on the door and Vera opened the door.

“What do you want?” Vera asked

“Is Ani home?” You asked

“Oh, you still don't know why she leaves to work at ten. How stupid can you be, Y/N” Vera laughed

“Fuck you, bitch” You said angrily

“Fuck you. She is a fucking stripper! You are so stupid that you didn't know! That's she walkways leaves for work late. Fucking idiot” Vera yelled

You and Vera started to argue then she told you the club Ani is working. She slammed the door on you before you can curse her out again. You leave but you are starting to believe her. You start to think about what to do for a few seconds then you head to the club. You are thinking why Vera would say that Ani is a stripper, but Ani lied telling you she works at a gas station as a cashier. You didn't question her in the beginning when you first met her.

You go inside the club and you just stand and look around. A stripper offered you a lap dance but you said no. The lights are dimmed and the music is loud, you see strippers dancing and flirting with men. But you see Ani and you can't believe that Vera was right. You walked toward your girlfriend, she is topless and she is shaking her ass on the man’s crotch. She is smiling and he puts a bill in her thong, then she looks and noticted you. You walked away and she started to go after you, then she grabbed your hand

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Ani asked

“Wow. Vera told me to come see where you work since you've been lying to me” You said

“I can explain let me talk to you,” Ani said

You don't let her hold your hand. You follow her into the locker room and it's just you two alone.

“Why you didn't tell me that you worked as a stripper?” You asked

She noticted that you are angry, she tries to hold your hand but you don't let her.

“You are different, Y/N. In the past, i told them I was a stripper and the relationships ended fucking bad. I wanted you to know me as me. You care about me and I didn't want to ruin that. I can't believe Vera, told you I’m going to kill that bitch” Ani said

“Like the relationship you had with Vanya?” You asked

“Yes! I didn't want to lose you” Ani said

“That’s why you argued with me that night going out with Igor?” You said

“I know you won't cheat me. But I just didn't want anyone else touching you” Ani said

“I can't believe you are a stripper,” You said

“Y/N-”

“I have to go,” You said

You head for the door but she grabs your forearm

“I can't lose you,” Ani said

You still care about her.

“What time do you get off?” You asked

“Three am,” Ani said

“Be honest with me, did you ever fuck a customer?”

“No! I never did that. Before I met Vanya or after meeting you” Ani said

“I will wait but not here. There’s a bar that's open and I will wait for you” You said

“That Irish pub down the street?” Ani asked

“Yeah,” You said

You just walked away and she is glad that you will wait for her and you didn't call her names. You leave the club and Ani goes back to work.

Waiting for her felt like a century. Sitting at the bar alone and you sighed, you ordered food. Then You start to over and over what you are going to do with the relationship. You start to remember everything you did with Ani, the first time meeting her, first fight, your first date, and so on. You are on your phone then you stare at the pictures you and Ani took together, but you don't delete the pictures.

Ani just finished work and she started to get dressed fast. She quickly walks to the pub and she starts to look around, but she doesn't see you.

“Ani,” You said

“I thought you left and changed your mind” Ani said

“No. I was in the bathroom and I also ordered food. You can stay with me tonight so we can talk, i still have your clothes you left” You said

You and Ani leave together. While in the cab, Ani looked at you but you were looking out the window. She put her fingers between your fingers but you don't move your hand away.

“Are you mad?” Ani asked

“Finding out from your roommate instead of you, yeah,” You said

Once at your apartment, she put her hands on your face and made you look at her.

“I’m sorry I didn't tell you, Y/N. I didn't want you to leave me because what I do for a living. I never once had sex with a customer. I'm sorry” Ani said

Her eyes became watery and she doesn't let go of your face. You see a tear going down her cheek, you gently grab her wrists and slowly pull it down. You surprised her by wrapping your arms around her. Then she hugged you back and you gently rubbed her back.

“I’m not breaking up with you. We will work it out. Please don't lie to me” You said

“I won't lie to you,” Ani said

You are at her then she starts to kiss you. You don't let go of her and you start to kiss her back. She doesn't want to let go and she starts to kiss your neck and then your lips again.

“The food will get cold,” You said

“I thought you would leave me,” Ani said

“No,” You said

You kiss her again then you and Ani sit down to eat together.

✬ ✫ ✬ ✯ ✫

You went to Ani’s house and the door is unlocked. You hear them screaming at each other then you rush inside the house. Vera and Ani are in the living room, yelling at each other

“You are a bitch!” Vera yelled

“Fuck you! You are a jealous bitch!” Ani yelled

Ani smacked Vera in the face. You grabbed Ani from the wasit and pulled her away, but Vera tried to hit Ani in the face but she hit you. You let go of your girlfriend and you got hit in the eye. Ani got angrier then she punched Vera in the face.

“Never touch Y/N!” Ani yelled

Vera passed out and you pulled Ani away from Vera.

“What the fuck!?” You yelled

Ani touch your eye but you moved away cause it hurt.

“She was talking shit about us then I got angry,” Ani said

Ani grabbed your hand and dragged you to the kitchen. She grabs a frozen bag of peas and puts it on your eye.

“I don't think she will let you stay here anymore,” You said

“Great, I am a homeless stripper” Ani said and rolled her eyes

“Go get your stuff. My stripper girlfriend can live with me if she doesn't mind living in a studio apartment” You said

“Wait-really?” Ani asked

“Yeah, I’m serious,” You said

You kiss her head.

“I will live with you” Ani smiled

You follow her upstairs and you helped her pack her clothes and other stuff. Once at your apartment, you watched Ani put her stuff away. You are lying in bed with the ice pack on your face, then she straddles on you and your hand is on her thigh.

“What?” You asked

“I’m happy that you let me live with you, babe” Ani smiled

“Thanks for defending me. Plus you are my girlfriend I can't let you live in the streets” You said

She can't stop smiling then she lies on top of you. She starts to kiss your face and you start to smile.

[mornwrites]

content — manila mikey, bottom!mikey, orgasm w/clothes on, gender-neutral reader, top!reader, porn without plot???, established relationship, brief mention of abusive situation with kisaki + izana.

author’s note — this was extremely self-indulgent and i started off with something in mind, then forgot halfway through. manjiro is real touch-starved and craves affection more than water because he’s real fucked up. it’s sloppy, but i’m too tired to care. i hope you guys enjoy.

requests — open.

manila mikey, who is so touched-starved from the abuse and manipulation he has to face at the hand of izana and kisaki, that he clings to you whenever you’re together. his hands are roaming your body, sliding under your shirt to feel your torso just because he needs to have skin-to-skin contact. it starts off innocent, nothing than a desperation formed because of his life the last decade, but quickly becomes more.

thin, calloused hands are worming their way up your bare skin without any regard for the fabric you wore, thumbs eventually finding your nipples. rubbing them softly with the pads of his thumbs, he’s nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he’s settling into your lap once you’ve sat down on the bed. chapped lips are working their way across the flesh of your throat and it doesn’t take long for you to start making quiet sounds. he takes this as a sign to continue and does just that, hips beginning to slowly rock against yours.

it doesn’t take long for your own hands to find his skin and your hands are roaming with no real plan in mind, just enjoying the soft affections you both exchange. when mikey is pulling back for a second you use the opportunity to drag your own lips across his skin, tongue and teeth quick to join in. pretty hickeys bloom across his pale skin and he’s softly whimpering in your ear, his hands holding onto your sides tightly. nose brushing against his jawline, you’re trailing kisses along his jawline and then to his lips where they finally slot together.

mikey’s moving with more vigor now, clinging to whatever friction he can get as he parts his lips before you can prompt the action. your tongue is sliding against his and they tangle, spit exchanging as you let out your own soft sounds. slowly, you break the kiss and slide the black haired man off your lap, onto the mattress below. he lets out a soft whine of protest at the loss of friction and touch, but it’s dying in his throat halfway through as you climb atop him.

encouraging mikey to wrap his legs around your waist, you’re slowly dragging your body against his, giving him the friction he sought once again. your lips are finding his throat again before trailing downward, leaving marks on his pretty, defined collarbone. his whimpers that increase in volume fill the otherwise quiet bedroom, his pleasure building as he starts to lose himself beneath you. it’s nothing less than adorable to listen to and you don’t stop until you hear that soft cry indicating an orgasm was crashing onto the man. helping him ride out the pleasure, you still yourself, pressing a soft kiss to his lips followed by a praise.

clinging to you, manjiro never falters in his touch, fingertips pressed into your skin as he eventually murmurs a soft, “I love you.”

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bonten men seeing you with contacts for the first time.

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

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— MIKEY! ♥︎

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

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

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

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

"you look nice."

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

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

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

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

— SANZU! ♥︎

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— KAKUCHO! ♥︎

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— KOKONOI! ♥︎

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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mellow mornings (mikey x gn!reader drabble)

im lowkey unhappy w this but ITS FINE ILL JUST GASLIGHT MYSELF INTO LIKING MY WRITING. jkjk but in all seriousness i guess it's fine to fail before succeeding. ok i'll stop my rambling lmao.

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mikey x gn!reader

the buttery morning light cuts through the cream curtains and frames a heavenly glow on mikey’s resting face. he looked so peaceful like this. you just wanted to capture this moment in time and never let it go. your hand went up to move a strand of hair from his face as he slowly mumbled in his sleep.

his eyes cracked open as he looked up at you with a soft look. “sleep well?” you ask gently. “mhm..” he hums in response and nuzzles his face into your palm. mornings with mikey were always heartwarmingly cheesy and you didn’t want this moment to end. he yawned and rubbed his eyes, promptly burying his face in the crook of your neck, not wanting to have to start the day. bedsheets tangled and legs in haphazard positions, arms wrapped around each other, mikey couldn’t be happier. 

you card your fingers through his hair and he sighs contently in response. the toman leader was so vulnerable laying in your arms. all his bravado faded away and it left simply left a boy, a boy who, more often than he’d like to admit, needed this support. 

you press a small kiss to his temple and shut your eyes again. you suppose that starting the day could wait a few hours. 

[bimbodolllll]

۶ৎ Love Is A Waste Of Time.

۶ৎ auth: felt like writing a little angst—might do a make up/comfort to the angst if you want. Inspired“Love is a waste of time” by lovely peaches, I recommend listening to it as you read

۶ৎ Summary: you were everything; a saving light, a breath of fresh air, but even then—sometimes loving someone can be too much.

۶ৎ: scenario | gender neutral reader. | inspired by the song “Love is a waste of time” by lovely peaches. | angst.

۶ৎ Characters Included: Kakucho Hitto, Izana Kurokawa, Manjiro “Mikey” Sano, Ken “Draken” Ryuguji, Keisuke Baji, Ran Haitani.

۶ৎ Kakucho Hitto

The streets were quiet, the sun dipping low enough to bathe everything in hues of dying orange. Kakucho stood where he always did after school, hands buried in his jacket pockets, foot tapping anxiously against the pavement. You were late. Again. But he told himself not to care, told himself you’d show up like you always did. And you did—eventually.

You came running, breathless, a weak smile plastered across your face as you greeted him with that same half-hearted warmth he’d been getting lately. His heart clenched, but he still managed to return the smile, like he hadn’t been standing there for an hour convincing himself not to leave.

“Sorry, Kaku… got caught up.” You said it so casually, like it didn’t matter that you were late, like he wouldn’t notice the faint smell of someone else’s cologne lingering around you. It was subtle, but Kakucho noticed everything. He always did when it came to you.

“Don’t worry about it,” he murmured, his voice softer than he intended. His eyes scanned your face, searching for the girl he fell in love with, but she wasn’t there. Not really. You were looking away, avoiding his gaze, and that hurt more than anything.

The walk to your usual spot was quieter than normal. Kakucho didn’t know what to say anymore. Words used to come easy with you. Now they stuck in his throat, heavy with unspoken fears and doubts he didn’t have the courage to voice.

You sat beside him on the park bench, but you felt a thousand miles away. He could feel it in the way your body leaned just slightly away from his. The distance wasn’t physical, but it felt like a chasm he couldn’t cross.

“Did something happen?” His voice was barely above a whisper, but the weight of his question was crushing.

You didn’t answer right away, your fingers playing with the hem of your skirt. “It’s nothing, Kaku,” you mumbled, but he could see through you. He always could.

“Don’t do that,” he pleaded, his hand finally reaching out to touch yours. “Don’t push me away.”

For a moment, you let him hold your hand, but it felt different. You weren’t holding back like you used to, weren’t squeezing his hand like you were afraid to let go. No… this time, you held on like you were already saying goodbye.

“I’m not pushing you away,” you lied, and Kakucho’s heart cracked a little more.

“Then tell me why…” His voice wavered, his grip on your hand tightening. “Tell me why it feels like I’m losing you.”

You pulled your hand back, and that was when Kakucho felt it—like someone had driven a knife straight into his chest. The absence of your touch was louder than any words you could’ve said.

“I don’t…” You swallowed hard, finally looking up at him, and the look in your eyes was what destroyed him. Regret. Sadness. But no love. “I don’t think this is working anymore.”

Kakucho’s world tilted. His mind screamed at him to fix it, to say something, to do anything to make you stay. But his mouth was dry, and his body felt like lead. He watched as you stood up, taking a step back, as if even being near him hurt.

“I’m sorry, Kaku…” Your voice was barely audible over the pounding in his ears.

“Don’t,” he whispered, but you were already turning away.

He didn’t chase after you. Maybe he should’ve. Maybe if he had, things would’ve been different. But he stayed rooted to that bench, watching the love of his life walk away, leaving him with nothing but memories that would haunt him for years to come.

When you disappeared around the corner, Kakucho finally let the tears fall. He told himself it was okay, that you’d come back. But deep down, he knew…

Love meant nothing. Kakucho had never wasted so much of himself on anything.

۶ৎ Izana Kurokawa

Izana wasn’t used to feeling warmth. His world had always been cold, cruel, and unforgiving. But then you came along—like sunlight piercing through a thick fog, lighting up corners of his heart he didn’t even know existed. And for a while, Izana let himself believe that warmth was something he could hold onto. Something that wouldn’t slip through his fingers.

But he should’ve known better.

He stood in the rain, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, the drizzle soaking through the fabric and chilling him to the bone. It was fitting, he thought. The cold matched the emptiness gnawing at his chest. His head was pounding, the echoes of your last conversation reverberating through his mind like a cruel joke he couldn’t escape.

“You’re suffocating me, Izana.”

Those words. They tore through him like a bullet, leaving nothing but a gaping hole behind. He hadn’t meant to hold on so tightly, hadn’t meant to make you feel trapped. But Izana didn’t know how to love any other way. His love was possessive, all-consuming. It was the only way he knew how to keep the things he cared about close—because everything he ever loved was ripped away from him.

“Why can’t you just let me breathe?”

You hadn’t yelled. You never yelled. But your voice had been strained, full of exhaustion that Izana had been too blind to notice. You were tired of him. Tired of the way he clung to you like you were his lifeline. And maybe you were. Maybe that was the problem.

Izana’s jaw clenched, his teeth grinding together as he stared down at the wet pavement beneath his feet. He should’ve fought harder. Should’ve made you stay. But what was the point? You were already gone before you even said the words.

When he finally looked up, he saw you. Walking towards him, an umbrella in your hand, shielding yourself from the rain that soaked him to his core. Your eyes met his, and for a moment, Izana felt like he could breathe again. But then… he saw it. The hesitation. The sadness. The absence of the love that used to shine so brightly in your eyes.

“Why are you here?” His voice was cold, distant. A defense mechanism, because if he didn’t protect himself now, he wasn’t sure if he’d survive what came next.

“I didn’t want to leave things like this…” You sounded so small, so fragile. And Izana hated how that only made him want to pull you closer. “I—”

“Don’t.” His voice was sharper this time, cutting through the space between you like a knife. “Don’t give me hope.”

You looked away, biting your bottom lip, and Izana knew. He knew you weren’t here to fix things. You were here to bury whatever was left of what you once had.

“Izana… I love you.” Your voice cracked, and for a moment, he almost believed you. “But love isn’t enough. Not when it feels like I’m drowning.”

“Drowning?” His lips twisted into a bitter smile. “I gave you everything. Every fucking piece of me. And you’re… drowning?”

You flinched, and Izana hated himself for it. Hated that even now, he was hurting you. But he didn’t know how to stop. Didn’t know how to be anything but destructive when it came to love.

“I can’t do this anymore.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it echoed in his ears like a death sentence. “I’m sorry, Izana…”

And then you were gone.

Izana didn’t chase after you. He wanted to. God, he wanted to. But he knew better. He knew that if he chased after you now, he’d only hurt you more. And he couldn’t live with that.

So he stood there in the rain, watching you disappear into the distance, leaving him with nothing but the taste of regret on his tongue and the hollow ache of a love that was never meant to last. Izana had wasted too much of himself on something that was never his to keep.

۶ৎ Manjiro “Mikey” Sano

Mikey had always been a master at hiding pain. A crooked smile, a carefree laugh, a joke that deflected everything too close to the truth. He wore his facade like armor, protecting himself from a world that had taken too much from him. But with you, Mikey didn’t need to pretend. You saw through his cracks, through the shadows he tried so hard to conceal. And for a while, he let himself believe that maybe—just maybe—he didn’t have to face the darkness alone.

But Mikey should’ve been quicker.

The sun was setting, bleeding hues of crimson and orange across the horizon as he sat on his bike, foot propped on the ground, hands gripping the handlebars tighter than necessary. The wind brushed against his face, but it didn’t bring him any comfort. Not anymore. Not since you left.

“Why are you so distant, Mikey?”

Your voice echoed in his mind, soft yet laced with the ache of someone who had been trying to hold on for too long. He remembered the way you looked at him that day—eyes filled with concern, but also something else. Something that made his stomach twist.

Exhaustion.

“I’m not distant.” He had lied, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m just tired.”

You didn’t believe him. Of course, you didn’t. You knew him too well. Knew that when Mikey said he was tired, it wasn’t about physical exhaustion. It was about the war he was fighting inside his head—one that he was losing.

“Talk to me,” you had pleaded, your fingers brushing against his cheek. Your touch was gentle, grounding, and for a moment, Mikey had leaned into it, desperate for that warmth.

But he pulled away. Like he always did.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” His voice had been cold, distant. A defense mechanism. He didn’t want to burden you with his demons. Didn’t want to drag you down with him. But in doing so, he was pushing you away.

And then… one day, you stopped asking. Stopped waiting for him to let you in. You were still there, still smiling, still pretending like everything was fine. But Mikey felt it—the distance growing between you, inch by inch, until it was too wide to bridge.

He should’ve done something. Should’ve pulled you back before you slipped too far. But Mikey was selfish. He let you drift because he thought keeping you at arm’s length would protect you from the darkness that consumed him.

But it didn’t.

“You don’t have to do this,” his voice had cracked that night, the night everything fell apart.

“I can’t keep loving a ghost, Mikey.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it echoed louder than any scream. “You’re not here… not really.”

Mikey’s heart clenched, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. He just stood there, watching as you packed your things, tears streaming down your face.

“I love you.” You had said it like a confession, like a goodbye. “But I can’t keep loving someone who won’t let me in.”

And then… you were gone.

Now, Mikey sat in the fading light, the emptiness inside him heavier than ever. His hand instinctively reached into his jacket pocket, fingers brushing against the small, worn-out charm you had given him—one that he never took off. A reminder of the love he let slip through his fingers.

“Idiot…” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the wind. His throat tightened, and he blinked rapidly, but the tears came anyway, hot and unforgiving.

Mikey never cried. Not for anyone. Not even for himself. But for you… he’d let the tears fall.

Because losing you wasn’t just painful.

It was suffocating.

And now, all he was left with was the unbearable silence where your laughter used to be. Manjiro had wasted too much of himself trying to protect you, only to lose you anyway.

۶ৎ Ken “Draken” Ryuguji

Draken had always been the strong one, the one who stood firm no matter what storm raged around him. He was the pillar everyone leaned on, the steady hand that held Toman together when the world tried to tear it apart. He wore his scars like medals, a badge of honor for the battles he had fought. But behind that unshakable exterior, there was a man who was terrified of letting anyone in.

And then you came.

You were like a calm breeze in the chaos of his life—something he could rely on, something that made the noise fade into the background. With you, Draken didn’t feel like he was just a warrior, a protector, a leader. With you, he felt like a man. Just a man. And he had never wanted that feeling more than when he was with you.

But Draken was never good at being just a man.

“I don’t need anyone, Ken.”

Your words cut through his chest like a knife, deep and deliberate, but it wasn’t the words that hurt the most. It was the way you said them. The way your eyes—eyes he had once thought were full of trust—had turned into something cold. Distant. Like you had already made up your mind, and there was no turning back.

He remembered it too clearly—the night you’d finally reached the end. He’d seen the cracks in your smile long before you spoke those words. The subtle distance. The way you stopped waiting for him to come home, stopped hoping for a text back, stopped expecting anything from him at all. It had been building for months, but Draken had refused to acknowledge it.

“I’m tired, Ken.” You had whispered that, standing in the dim light of his small apartment. The quiet desperation in your voice made his stomach churn.

“Tired of what?” Draken had asked, but the question felt pointless as soon as he spoke it. He already knew. He just didn’t want to hear it.

“Tired of waiting for you to come back,” you said, stepping back from him, as though creating space between you and the person he had become. “Tired of fighting for your attention, your time, your heart. I’m… I’m not enough for you.”

The words felt like a slap, sharp and stinging, but the worst part wasn’t what you said. It was that it was true. He had nothing left to say because he knew you were right.

Draken’s world had always been about duty—about Toman, about Mikey, about being the man everyone needed him to be. But he had forgotten that someone—you—needed him too. And by the time he realized that, by the time he tried to open up, to give you a piece of himself, you were already slipping through his fingers.

“I love you, Ken. But I can’t keep doing this.”

Those words—those words were the ones that burned him. Not because he didn’t understand them, but because they were a line he couldn’t cross. He couldn’t give you everything you needed, everything you deserved. He couldn’t balance being the man who had to save everyone with being the man you wanted to love.

“I’m sorry,” he had said then, but the words felt hollow, empty. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I… I never meant for you to feel like this.”

But it was too late.

You left, and Draken didn’t stop you. Because deep down, he knew you were right. You deserved someone who could give you the love you craved, someone who wouldn’t make you feel like an afterthought. And he couldn’t be that man. Not when he was drowning in the weight of Toman, not when he was suffocated by his own guilt, his own sense of responsibility.

Now, he stood alone in the empty apartment, the silence pressing down on him like a weight. He could still hear the echo of your voice in his mind, the quiet desperation that haunted him even now. The regret was unbearable, but it wasn’t something he could fix. Not anymore.

His hands tightening into fists. Love was a waste. But even as he thought it, he knew the truth. He had wasted his time too.

Because he had let you go.

And now, there was nothing left but the hollow space you used to fill.

۶ৎ Keisuke Baji

Baji was fire—reckless, untamed, and burning too bright for anyone to hold. He lived on the edge, constantly teetering between chaos and control, and he didn’t care. Not about the consequences, not about the scars. But with you… it was different. You weren’t afraid of the flames. You stood beside him, unflinching, letting his fire warm you instead of consuming you.

But even fire burns out eventually.

The wind whipped through Baji’s hair as he stood on the rooftop, Tokyo stretching endlessly beneath him. The city lights blinked like stars, but they didn’t offer any comfort. His hands clenched at his sides, nails biting into his palms, but the pain was a dull throb—nothing compared to the ache lodged deep in his chest.

“Don’t shut me out, Kei.”

Your voice echoed in his mind, soft and pleading, and Baji could still see the look in your eyes that night. You weren’t angry. You never were. Even when he came back with blood on his knuckles and a wild gleam in his eyes, you didn’t flinch. You just… stayed. But that night, there was something different. A sadness that weighed heavier than any of his mistakes.

“I’m not shutting you out,” he had lied, the words tasting bitter on his tongue.

But you weren’t stupid. You saw through him like no one else ever could.

“You’re losing yourself, Kei,” you whispered, your fingers brushing against his bruised knuckles. “And I don’t know if I can keep watching you do this.”

Baji had pulled his hand back, a knee-jerk reaction to protect you from the chaos that followed him like a shadow. “I’m fine,” he muttered, looking anywhere but at you.

But you didn’t believe him. You never did when he tried to pretend.

“You don’t have to do this alone,” you had murmured, and for a moment, Baji wanted to believe that. Wanted to let you in, to let you carry some of the weight that was crushing him.

But Baji wasn’t built for that. He was built to protect, to shield the people he loved from the darkness that followed him. And so, he did the only thing he knew how to do.

He pushed you away.

“I told you, I’m fine,” he had snapped, sharper than he intended, and the flicker of hurt in your eyes was like a dagger to his heart. But he didn’t apologize. He couldn’t. Because if he did… he knew he’d break.

“I can’t keep doing this, Kei.” Your voice had been so quiet, barely louder than the wind. But it was enough to tear through him. “I love you… but I can’t love someone who won’t let me in.”

Baji had said nothing. Because what was there to say? He wasn’t the type to beg. Wasn’t the type to hold on when he knew he was only dragging you down with him.

So, he let you walk away.

And now, standing on that rooftop, Baji was left with nothing but the memory of what he lost. The wind howled around him, carrying echoes of a love that had slipped through his fingers like sand. His heart felt heavy, but his eyes remained dry.

Baji didn’t cry. He didn’t break down. He just stood there, silent and numb, feeling the emptiness swallow him whole.

Because Baji knew… he had a chance to hold on. And he let it slip away. Baji had wasted too much of himself protecting someone who was never the one who needed saving.

۶ৎ Ran Haitani

Ran was never the type to show vulnerability. He had built himself into someone untouchable, always one step ahead, always in control. He had seen too much pain in his life to let it show on his face. But with you… you were different. You made him feel something he couldn’t quite explain—something soft, something human. And for a while, Ran let that feeling stay, let it settle deep inside his chest, until it became something he couldn’t ignore.

But now, as he leaned against the cold brick of an alleyway, hands shoved deep in his pockets, Ran felt the weight of the emptiness you left behind.

“Why are you still here, Ran?”

Your voice echoed in his mind like it was yesterday, soft and questioning, filled with a frustration he could never quite shake off. He hadn’t wanted you to ask, hadn’t wanted to admit the truth. But you had pressed him, over and over, until the cracks began to show. And when you saw that, when you saw the truth he kept hidden so carefully, you didn’t stay.

“I don’t need anyone.” He had told you that, in a voice that was far colder than he intended. But he had meant it—because the moment he let someone close enough to see his weaknesses, to see what he really was… he couldn’t keep them. And he couldn’t keep you.

“Ran, don’t do this,” you had whispered, your hands trembling as you reached for him. “I love you.”

He remembered that moment clearly, the way you looked at him, the sincerity in your eyes. But he couldn’t return it. He couldn’t let you in, couldn’t give you that piece of himself that would only end up broken in your hands.

“I’m not the one you think I am,” he had said, and this time, his voice had cracked. He hated that it cracked. Hated that you could see through the walls he had built around himself. “You don’t want this, trust me.”

But you didn’t listen. You tried to reach him anyway, to bridge the gap between who he was and who you wanted him to be. And for a while, it worked. Or so he told himself. You stayed, and maybe—just maybe—Ran let himself believe that it could last.

But it never does.

And when you left, Ran didn’t stop you. He didn’t even try to chase after you. His pride, his ego, everything that had always kept him together, stopped him. Because deep down, he knew the truth. He didn’t deserve you.

Now, standing in the alley, the city buzzing with noise around him, Ran felt the hollow space in his chest where your love used to be. The cold air cut through him, but it didn’t sting as much as the memory of your touch, your laugh, your presence.

“I never needed anyone,” he muttered to himself, but the words felt empty, hollow, because he knew the truth now. He needed you.

And you were gone.

The sound of footsteps echoed down the alley, but Ran didn’t move. He didn’t look up. His gaze stayed fixed on the ground, on the shadow of his own regret that stretched far too long in the dim light. Ran had wasted too much of his life pretending he could live without it.

[rorynn]

Can I request rotmnt with anger issues teen!reader (gn, 15-16) who has difficulty with expressing that they see the turtles as their sibling figure? They don't wanna admit on how they see the turtles cuz if they said that the reader would be embarrassed due to how they were treated by their bio siblings about it so they just don't say anything, only that they are just friends.

A/N: Of course! Here's a set of headcanons for the Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (ROTTMNT) with an angry, reserved teen reader who secretly sees the turtles as sibling figures but has difficulty expressing it. I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!!

General Dynamics

The Turtles’ Initial Perception: At first, the turtles assume you’re just a moody, tough teenager who prefers to keep things casual. They respect your boundaries but are curious about the walls you’ve built around yourself

Your Struggles: You often lash out when things get too emotional or personal, fearing vulnerability might lead to mockery or rejection, like what you experienced with your biological siblings.

Silent Acts of Care: Despite your reluctance to express your feelings, you show you care in subtle ways—fixing things they break, grabbing their favorite snacks, or patching up their gear without being asked.

Individual Turtle Dynamics

Leonardo:

Leo teases you constantly, but he’s careful not to push too far when he senses you’re genuinely upset.

He makes lighthearted jokes about you being “the angsty middle sibling” to see if you’ll slip up and admit you see them as family.

When you’re overwhelmed, Leo offers distractions rather than deep talks—movies, video games, or spontaneous rooftop hangouts.

Raphael

Raph is incredibly protective of you, even if he doesn’t fully understand your emotional struggles. He sees you as part of the team, even if you insist you’re just “friends.”

He’s the first to notice your hidden acts of kindness, like repairing his punching bag or leaving protein bars in his gym bag.

During heated moments, Raph is the one to remind you it’s okay to be angry, but he also encourages you to channel it productively—sparring matches become your shared thing.

Donatello

Donnie appreciates how you quietly help out with his experiments or organize his tools when he’s too busy to do it himself. He doesn’t say it outright, but he considers it your way of bonding.

He’s great at giving you space when you need it but will also deliver blunt truths if he thinks you’re being too hard on yourself.

Donnie surprises you by creating small gadgets that help manage your anger—like stress-relief tools or a punching dummy that fights back (lightly).

Michelangelo

Mikey makes it his mission to break through your emotional barriers with kindness and persistence.

He often pulls you into group activities like cooking, painting, or prank wars, subtly reminding you that you’re part of their “family unit.”

Mikey is the one who comforts you during rare moments of vulnerability, assuring you that it’s okay to care about them without fear of rejection.

The turtles, being who they are, would likely accept you with open arms, helping you work through your anger and fears while showing you that family isn’t about blood—it’s about love and loyalty.

[mytaiyakeylover]

i just want to cuddle.

synopsis: all your super clingy and adorable boyfriend wants is for you to give him some attention.

pairing: mikey x gn!reader

a/n: this is my first time writing something on tumblr. i’ve only recently begun to use this platform, but i hope you’ll like this little one-shot🥰

warnings: none, just plain fluff and mikey being his usual overly dramatic self.

word count: 1.1k

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Manjiro sighed, a pout slowly forming on his lips. It had already been four hours. Four goddamn hours and you still haven’t as much as glanced in his direction. He just couldn’t help it. Did you not love him anymore? It sure as hell seemed to be that way considering the amount of time you were willing to spend doing math.

The boy groaned loudly, hoping to get your attention. He then closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh that conveyed his utter agony. Two minutes passed, then five, and finally six.

Manjiro peered at your silent figure through his lashes, his right eyebrow twitching in annoyance at the lack of attention he was receiving. How could you be so indifferent? After all, your boyfriend was lying sprawled on your bed in the same room where you were doing homework, and all you had to do was ask him if he was okay.

The blond puffed out his cheeks and crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at you. Another set of five minutes went by without any progress. You just continued to stare at that stupid, demon-like book, filled with evil spells and, perhaps, even guides on how to steal a gang leader's lover.

“(Y/n)-chan~!” The boy whined, hitting his knuckles against the soft cushion, looking very much like a five year old. You hummed in response, not quite acknowledging him so it seemed.

That’s it. Manjiro couldn't tolerate it anymore. It was seriously starting to get on his nerves. All the blond wanted was for you to come and cuddle him, not lying on this cold and empty bed as some cursed book was stealing all your attention from him. It was about time you made a decision.

Muttering a few curses for having to leave the comfortable bed, he quietly padded towards you, who seemed far too occupied with studies to acknowledge him. Carefully placing his chin atop your shoulder, he wrapped his arms around your waist and peered curiously over the worksheets. Don't get him wrong, he wasn't interested in the content in the slightest. The blond simply wanted to know what could have been so interesting that it made you ignore him for several hours straight.

He nudged your cheek, quite similar to the way a dog would whenever it wanted some attention from its owner. However, his nudge seemed to be a bit more awkward since his nose wasn't as long, causing his forehead to hit you slightly as well. You sighed at his stubbornness, tilting your head slightly to his side to make eye contact.

Manjiro was sporting his famous puppy dog eyes, a look reserved only for you and Ken. He released his grip on your waist and reached for the fabric of your hoodie, giving it a gentle tug. His pout deepened, and his bottom lip jutted out to make his point.

“Jiro~,” now it was your turn to whine. “I'd love to cuddle with you, but you know how important school is to me.” You blinked your eyelashes at him innocently, trying to coax him into waiting just a few more minutes. Manjiro could easily tell by your expression, as well as the lilt in your voice, since it was just slightly more sugar-coated than usual.

The boy shook his head in defiance, refusing to fall for that act again. You literally said the same thing an hour and a half ago. Did school really mean that much more to you than him?

“Forget school (Y/n)-chan,” he huffed, ignoring the appalled look you gave him as those words left his mouth. “Am I not more important?”

Manjiro was looking at you expectantly, eyebrows arched as he awaited your reply. The fact that you took so much time to answer did not deter him whatsoever, as he found the confusion in your pretty (e/c) eyes too adorable to make him angry. You were obviously taking his question very seriously, which you should, as Manjiro himself was not joking around. He did, in fact, want an actual answer from you.

“Of course you are, Jiro,” you spoke softly, eyes tinged with a hint of guilt that made Manjiro’s heart skip a beat. Perhaps you had taken his question a bit too seriously. Your hand went up to cup his cheek, eyebrows furrowing while doing so.

“I just want to achieve a stable future. I'm sorry if I've accidentally neglected you,” you said as the blond leaned into your soft, yet cold palm. He sighed contentedly, despite the coolness of your fingertips against his warm skin. Your hands always seemed to be so cold, even during the hottest days of summer.

A smile soon grazed his lips, onyx eyes twinkling with mischief. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, peppering it with kisses as his hands once again snaked around your waist. Giggles escaped your lips as the boy suddenly lifted you, forcing a squeak out of you in the process.

Manjiro laughed at your reaction, finding it exceptionally cute. The blonde continued swaying with you back and forth until you both ended up falling onto the mattress. Snickers filled the room, your cheeks equally flushed as if you were completely drunk on each other.

Then he tightened his arms around you slightly. His forehead resting on yours as he held you trapped against the bed. “Jiro, get off, you’re heavy,” you gasped, words mixing with giggles.

“No more school, you got me?” He asked instead, that same pout from before reappearing on his face. Then, the boy repositioned both of you on the bed, laying you down more comfortably beside him. His arms were still securely wrapped around you, preventing any escape.

Manjiro closed his eyes after that, sighing dreamily as he inhaled your heavenly scent. Lips quirked up slightly as he felt your thin nimble fingers stroke his long ash blonde locks. Your angelic voice reached his ears as you started humming some song you had recently heard and grown to love.

As your lovely singing began to fade, Manjiro’s heart finally found a steady pace. For the first time since he had entered your room, did he realize that those four hours were worth the wait. Well, as long as he would get to keep you in his embrace afterwards.

[loneworldgazer]

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[weeb-boy261]

Title: His Jealousy

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: very very very little smut at the end

Draken leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on you as you laughed with your friends at a party. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy seeing you so carefree, surrounded by other guys. It had been months since you two broke up, but seeing you with someone else still hurt.

But he knew he couldn't. You had made it clear that you were moving on, and he had to respect that. Even if it tore him apart inside.

He watched as one of your friends, a guy he didn't recognize, whispered something in your ear, making you blush and playfully shove him. Draken clenched his jaw, his fists tightening at his sides. He wanted to march over there and drag you away from him, to claim you as his own.

Instead, he turned away, his back against the wall as he tried to push down the feelings of jealousy and longing. He knew he had no right to feel this way, but he couldn't help it. You were the only one who had ever truly understood him, and losing you had been like losing a part of himself.

As the party continued around him, Draken stayed by himself, lost in his thoughts. He knew he had to let you go, to move on with his life. But deep down, he couldn't shake the feeling that you were meant to be together, and that no matter what, he would always love you.

Draken's jealousy burned like a relentless fire, consuming him from within as he watched you interact with others. Each smile you gave, each laugh you shared, it felt like a dagger in his heart, a reminder of what he once had and lost.

But amidst the turmoil of his emotions, a voice of reason echoed in his mind. He knew he had to let you go, to release you from the chains of his possessiveness. It was the right thing to do, even if it tore him apart.

As the night wore on, Draken battled with his inner demons, struggling to accept the reality of your separation. Yet, in the depths of his soul, a flicker of hope remained, a whisper that maybe, just maybe, fate would bring you back together again. Until then, he would endure the agony of watching from afar, silently yearning for a second chance at love.

like a relentless fire, consuming him from within as he watched you interact with others. Each smile you gave, each laugh you shared, it felt like a dagger in his heart, a reminder of what he once had and lost. But amidst the turmoil of his emotions, a voice of reason echoed in his mind. He knew he had to let you go, to release you from the chains of his possessiveness. It was the right thing to do, even if it tore him apart.

"Hey, Draken! You okay?" a voice interrupted his thoughts. It was Mitsuya, another member of their gang, who had noticed Draken's distant expression.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Draken replied with a forced smile, masking the turmoil raging within him.

Mitsuya eyed him skeptically but decided not to push further. Instead, he clapped Draken on the shoulder. "Alright, man. Just making sure. Let me know if you need anything, yeah?"

Draken nodded, grateful for Mitsuya's concern, yet unable to shake off the heaviness in his heart. He turned his gaze back to you, unable to tear himself away, knowing that despite everything, he would always be drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

As the night wore on, Draken battled with his inner demons, struggling to accept the reality of your separation. Yet, in the depths of his soul, a flicker of hope remained, a whisper that maybe, just maybe, fate would bring you back together again. Until then, he would endure the agony of watching from afar, silently yearning for a second chance at love.

Unable to bear it any longer, Draken made his way over to you, his expression unreadable. His heart pounded in his chest as he approached, unsure of what he was going to say.

"Hey," he said, his voice as low and tense as he finally reached you. You turned to him, surprised to see him standing there. "Draken, hi. I didn't expect to see you here."

"Yeah, well, here I am," he replied curtly, his eyes flickering towards the guy who had been talking to you.

You followed his gaze and realized what was bothering him. "This is my friend we're just catching up" you explained, trying to ease his obvious discomfort.

Draken's jaw clenched even tighter, his gaze hardening. "Looks like more than just catching up to me," he muttered, his tone laced with bitterness.

Before you could respond, Draken reached out and took your hand, pulling you away from the guy you had been talking to. "Come with me," he said, his voice firm as he led you towards the stairs.

Confused but curious, you followed him, your heart racing with a mix of emotions. Draken led you to one of the empty bedrooms upstairs, closing the door behind him.

"What are you doing, Draken?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He turned to you, his eyes dark with desire. "I can't stand seeing you with other guys. I know we're not together anymore, but... I can't help it. I still want you," he confessed, his voice filled with raw emotion.

Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, his lips crashing down on yours in a desperate kiss. The world around you faded away as you lost yourself in the intensity of his embrace, knowing that despite everything, your feelings for him had never truly gone away.

Draken's kiss was filled with a mixture of longing and passion, leaving you breathless and uncertain. His hands gently cupped your face, his touch familiar yet electric, sending shivers down your spine.

Without breaking the kiss, Draken lifted you up effortlessly and sat you down on the bed, never once breaking the connection between your lips. The room seemed to spin around you as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, the world outside disappearing into oblivion.

His hands roamed down your sides, sending a rush of heat through your body. He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours, seeking permission and reassurance. You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest, your body craving his touch.

"I've missed you," he whispered against your skin, his voice husky with desire. "I've missed us."

You melted into his embrace, surrendering yourself to the overwhelming rush of emotions that threatened to consume you. In that moment, there was no past, no future, only the intense, undeniable pull between you and Draken, drawing you together like two halves of a whole.

"I miss the way you look when you're under me" he whispered as he planted kisses down your neck......

[blueberri-blu]

My Royal ✧～｡⁠☆

✨ Anon Request:

[Rise]Mikey finds out you're a yokai royal!

gn/reader

Mikey

It was a mission gone wrong

Poor Mikey had tried his best on his own

Unfortunately, he was still captured,

Mikey was, for lack of a better word, a little worried

According to Big Mama he'd be "ripped limb for limbity limb"

While Mikey was trying to talk his way out of it

You had overheard Big Mama (having been protesting for humans and yokai to get along)

You had an internal battle, secretly wishing his brothers would swoop in

But it was looking like that just wasn't going to happen

So, you had to, unfortunately, step in

You tried to be stealthy

But Mikey, ever your hype turtle, called out for you

And Big Mama whipped around, and saw you

The beloved Yokai Royal

She gasped dramatically and started giggle

"I didn't know royalty could have such obscene pets"

It was now Mikey's turn to gasp dramatically

You were able to release him, and very narrowly escape

On the way back to the lair

Mikey's questions seemed infinite

"do you live in a castle? What about your crown? Do you have servants? What fancy foods do you eat? How many balls have you been to?"

You patiently answer as many questions as you can

Then the inevitable "Why didn't you tell me?"

You explained to him that you were scared they'd treat you differently,

Even though you aggressively fought for equality between yokai and humans, even though it damaged not only your reputation, but your status and ability to simply socialize

Mikey then became Dr. Delicate Touch and comforted you,

"We'd never treat you differently because of that silly! We all love you, my brothers are happy to have you around, and you're an important part of our team. And I love you y/n!"

That night you two cuddled and talked while eating pizza to whither away the days' stresses

I had a lot of fun doing this! I ended up only doing Mikey because, these headcanons are long 😅

I'm very sorry if it's not what you wanted, feel free to send another ask clarifying anything I missed please!

I hope you enjoyed it ✨ anon!

[nyxrryl]

Legally Blonde Reader x Bonten

Bonten had no idea what they were signing up for when they hired their lawyer, (name) (last name).

of course, the criminals already had a vague idea of what to expect from a lawyer, the typical, uptight, cold and serious demeanour- nicely tailored monocoloured suits where most likely the only pop of colour would be a dark coloured tie, maybe tie clip- safe to say they didn't exactly expect to see their lawyer enter their office for the first time in a bright pink ensemble- a pastel pink button up that had the collar unbuttoned, a hot pink blazer and pink pants, with a pretty pink Prada purse and an alluring, definitely expensive smelling perfume/cologne practically announcing his presence. "oh my gawd hi!! nice to meet you all, i'm (name) (last name), its like so good to meet you all!" he said in a cheery, upbeat voice.

this was definitely not what the Bonten men were expecting, at all.

they also weren't exactly expecting getting called by (name) in the middle of the day

"heyy! so, this is totally awkward but like, i may have done an oopsie, mind helping a guy out? i'm not exactly as experienced in taking out the trash." he said aloud on loudspeaker for all the men to hear, Kakucho raising an eyebrow at this, sure they had gotten to know the lawyer better to the point there's no longer that odd tension between them,--even if it took months and a good amount of lunch breaks being shared between the individuals in order to warm up to the lawyer--but to just help with chores? "you don't know how to take out your own garbage?" "ugh- no silly! i mean a body, i mean, he isn't dead but-" they overhear him kicking what they can only presume to be some poor mans body. "-i think he's unconscious, still- i don't exactly know what to do with him, i mean i restrained him in case he wanted to try something but can you guys pleaaaase just help? pretty pleasee?~" he begged, whining into the phone. meanwhile, the men in the conference room just stare at each other in shock- none of them expected their preppy, cheerful hot pink lawyer to need help on handling a body of all things.

"where are you?" Mikey spoke up, having been silent the entire call but deciding why not lend him a helping hand- the platinum haired man did owe (name) a favour- something he wouldn't admit seeing it happened just out of nowhere when (name) got him taiyaki, claiming it was the last batch of the day and that he owed him, something he would probably shoot the person for suggesting but he made an exception for name- a decision definitely not influenced by the bag full of taiyaki left for him. the rest of Bonten were a little surprised to see Mikey take the initiative but they'd follow his decision.

"oh, right i'm at (location)." "we'll be there in 10." "okay~" and with that (name) hung up and the men went on to get to the location, upon arriving, they found (name) in an alley, one hand on his phone and the other holding what looked like.. a pink taser? adding to that, he had a man under his heel- the man was on the floor and had his arms bound together on his back, where it was bound, (name) was stepping on it. "oh hey guyss, he hasn't woken up- don't worry he's not dead, i don't think so at least- but mind giving a hand please?~" he put his hands together in a pleading manner, turning to the men- "is that a taser?" "yep! its pink too, isn't it cute?~" he grinned and as he said that, the bound man finally regained consciousness- wriggling around to which (name) just stepped on him, clearly hard as the Bonten men swore that they heard a crack from it. "who even is this guy?" "oh, he's just some creep that tried to touch me. don't worry, you can clearly see i handled it, nearly killed him too- i'm glad i didn't though." the smile (name) bore as he replied was somewhat unsettling to the men, of course seeing violence wasn't exactly all that new to them but to see this seemingly innocent man be so cheerily vicious struck them, be it in a good or bad way they couldn't say, they could just admit it was quite the revelation. nonetheless they helped him out, afterwards (name) let out a sigh of relief, "thanks guys, i owe you one. ugh, i need to take a shower after dealing with that piece of rotten garbage." he said as he wiped his hands off.

"well aren't you very cleanly." Kokonoi commented and (name) smiled "of course! i just got my nails done just now, i'd hate for the polish to end up being affected by wastage like him." he showed off his newly done nails, to nobody's surprise they were bright, barbie doll pink. "aren't they cute! oh if only i could get matching nails with (pet's name), that would be adorable!" the men looked at him, confused- "who?" "(pet's name), y'know! my pet, look!" he pulled out his phone and showed them a picture of said pet, sitting in one of his bags. "they're my darling angel, oh how i would love to bring him to stay by my side when doing work but professionalism and all." he sighed as he put his phone away. "i mean, i wouldn't mind if you brought in your pet, as long as it's behaved and all" Kakucho admitted, and before the others could even give their input, (name) beamed at the invitation- "really?! omg i'll be sure to bring them, don't worry they're toilet trained, i myself hate having an eyesore of a litterbox personally." he squealed thinking of his precious baby coming to work with him, what outfit should he give? they HAVE to match, that's a clear rule.

the others would've interjected but how could they? he looked so excited. maybe just one day with a pet in the office would be fine, it'd be bearable for just a day. a single day, that would be all.

okay they may have taken back that comment upon seeing the adorable little (pet), they enjoyed having it around and even would at times take breaks just to pet it cause stress-- give the men a break they work hard. (name) was overjoyed upon seeing the men be so open to having his pet at work. maybe they could let the pet stay other days too, it was nice to have a stress reliever right there, of course, if (name) allowed so after this.

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@luvrbunny01

[ailecheri]

i would love to request mikey (and more toman characters if you write multiple) x tall reader?? nsfw but idm sfw or anything you prefer

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

mikey x gender neutral! tall! reader nsfw headcanons as requested by anon~ (may revisit this later, too!) bottom/unspecified position reader and not too kinky:

hes creative and likes to switch up positions in bed, keep you both comfortable - more than - with the height difference!

youve tried taking him in every way imaginable... you on a table edge, him standing...

his favorite way to fuck you is holding you up, though... hes strong, yknow? especially pressing you against a wall, door... works great for spontaneous fucks, which is good, because mikey isnt patient

that said, he fucking loves going down on you. his fav way it to kneel on the ground while youre perched on the edge of the bed

i imagine mikey is preeetty sloppy with his oral, spitty and messy but the enthusiasm makes up for it

he probably moans and huffs as he goes down on you, so cute...

at first mikey struggled to figure out how to breathe during oral but he was so determined, he thinks its so sexy. your smell, taste, being surrounded by your gorgeous long legs...

ugh he loves playing with your chest, but his dirty little secret is he likes having his chest played with just as much!

hed probably be so clingy.... almost too much. youve had to leave SEVERAL group outings because he slides his hands down your sides, or touches your back, maybe runs his hands over your hips and your pelvis...

he loves picking out pretty outfits for you and buying you jewelry, often he even gets matching sets... its a way to show youre his and spoil you, all in one

and ruining you in an outfit he handpicked? well, thats nice...

he actually adores your height. you might think itd make him feel self conscious but he finds it hot, more than anything

top!reader and/or more kinky:

though, if you prefer topping (or just wanna try it out - be it strap or what) he is veeeery curious. maybe even a little embarrassed by how much he wants it

yeah lets not pretend he doesnt like fingering himself and have a collection of pretty gem anal plugs (or bunny tails~)

even if you dont penetrate him he doesnt mind, but he loves to show off... speaking of, he reaaally likes wearing lingerie

costume play/dress up in general is a huge kink for him

ohhh and if YOU can pick him up? god thats mikeys dream. hot as hell to him, tall people are so his type (just be careful or you might be giving him piggy back rides...)

he loves having control taken away... albeit, its hard. but he melts into it after a bit of back talk

if you dom him it might become his fav thing, subspace is like a dream for him and he is always the leader... finally just being a good boy and taking instructions? oh yes

that said, sub mikey is a total brat... at least at first. he likes to disobey, wants to see if you can handle him, if youll still punish bad behavior

he loves exhibitionism - as a sub and a dom

biiig into sex toys in general

if youre at work and he isnt busy, he might just leave some spicy voice memos, videos or pics.. be careful~

mikey is the type who loves shows of possession - you or mikey wearing a collar underneath high collared shirts when you can? fuck yes

[anystalker707]

Forgotten screens and messy covers

Pairing: Gerard x [gender neutral, afab] Reader Word count: ~ 2 200 Genre: Smut / Comfort Summary: A boring movie leads to interesting actions. Kind of content: Pegging / Dirty talk / Praising / Humiliation

Requested by anon "can you do a fic where reader and basement gee are watching a movie and then one thing leads to another and they fuck?? i want reader to (...)"

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          Gerard came over to your place easily after an offer of a horror movie with candies and leftover pizza. It really didn’t take a lot to please any of you, really—you would’ve accepted the offer too if he were the one making it—because the most important thing was each other’s presence, after all. Some weekends were about asking the other over so you could continue to do nothing for the rest of the day, but with the other.

Jaws had been playing on the TV for quite a while now. You’d watched it so many times that the movie would already glitch; the DVD already showing its signs of age and the player wasn’t the best thing already by itself. Your eyes squinted at the TV on a scene of Martin fussing around—the screen was still frozen on the sea while his voice kept playing in the background, the faint blue light of the TV being the only thing illuminating your room at the moment. Boredom quickly started to take over; eyes darting away from the screen and heavy sighs cutting through the silence as you both sat under the covers.

You looked over at Gerard, seeing they were pouting a little while still looking at the screen with a little of hope, and your mind started to wander easily enough because... Why not? It was a matter of seconds before your lips met Gerard’s. It wasn’t the first time you’d done that—you and Gerard were more than friends, but still a little far from having anything established. It was enough to play around, though.

Gerard gasped softly, but did kiss back, finally finding something more entertaining than the glitching TV screen. He placed a hand on the back of your head to pull you closer, and you allowed them to, deepening the kiss as they wished.

Maybe, the kisses were never innocent. Maybe, they had a goal behind them the whole moment, but it still wasn’t something to be discussed. Gerard only kept kissing you back until the light kisses gained a new urgency that magnified their intensity and it was a matter of time before you were throwing the blankets out of the way and climbing between Gerard’s legs while you kept kissing them. The kisses would remain on that level if you didn’t feel something poking your lower stomach at the same time a soft sound escaped Gerard’s lips when you pushed your hips against his; the way they tugged on you with their arms around your back didn’t seem like he wanted you to stop either.

A moan escaped Gerard’s throat when your teeth ran against his bottom lip and, soon, he grasped on the hair on the back of your head to guide you down to their neck, leaving them squirming and moaning more under your lips. You knew the right spots, the right thing you had to do, so it wasn’t much of a hard task.

“Please,” Gerard said with a groan, voice tight in their chest.

Who were you to deny it to them? But it also didn’t mean you wouldn’t tease.

“Please what?” You grinned, nuzzling a spot under his jaw and mumbling against the skin. Gerard only pushed his hips up in response; you clicked your tongue. “Use your words or else I won’t know.”

Gerard’s throat moved under your touch with a harsh swallow, then vibrated with his curses. “Touch me. Anything. Anything works.” Something about how he was always so shy about it made a feeling stir inside your lower stomach; he would never meet your eyes, mostly keeping their eyes closed and would have their face hidden if you allowed.

A pleased smile stretched across your face at the same moment the proud feeling swelled inside your chest and you pulled to sit back on your legs, letting Gerard’s bottom over your lap. They already had his hair all messy, or messier than usual, better saying. Hazel eyes observed you past greasy dark strands of hair and his face was red, almost as brightly as his swollen lips. Heavy breaths escaped Gerard’s lips as his chest heaved up and down, coming to a halt when your hand landed right on the bulge between his legs.

“(Y/n),” he said breathly as his hands balled into fists around the blankets.

“Shhh...”

Fingers hooked around the waistband of their pants, you slowly pulled them down along with his underwear and smiled at the sight. His cock arched back against his lower stomach heavily, bright pink and with precum oozing from the tip already, and you wondered how sensitive he felt that day.

Your hands wrapped around his cock, feeling its warmth and weight in your hand for a moment before you started pumping it up and down—you leaned forward to spit down on the tip and let it trail down as a makeshift lube, which seemed to work quite well given how Gerard’s back arched.

“Goddamnit, Gerard...” You clicked your tongue in a not-so-genuine annoyance. “Look at you. So needy already and all I did was to barely touch you.” In response, they tried to stutter out a few curses, failing miserably, only working to make you chuckle. “Sensitive today, are we?” You sank your finger in their tip in a search for a response by yourself, and it was easy to find out given out he moaned loudly and arched their back, all a little more than the normal. “All pretty and just for me!”

The words had each touch intensified for Gerard, only making his want grow as you kept working your hand and spat down on your fingers once again, moving faster. You mumbled absentmindedly about how pretty he looked while you let your finger brush against that spot they liked under the tip of their cock. His face was mostly hidden by the messy hair, but there was just enough to know how much they enjoyed all of it. Gerard’s needy nature was something that you relished on.

A few gasps and the right twists of your wrist later, he was already cumming and the drops that escaped your fingers fell over his black shirt and stained yet another one of those.

Gerard still throbbed in your hand and his breaths were still ragged, but your hand continued there, using his own cum as lube so you could continue your motions, barely leaving time for his cock to soften before it was hard in your hand again and Gerard squirmed under you.

“W—Wait—” Gerard said almost incoherently, swallowing his words. The absence of the safeword and the way their hips pushed against your hand only encouraged you to keep going, your sloppy movements making their thighs tremble and threaten to close around you. Something that sounded like your name escaped his lips whiningly, and you finally stopped, watching Gerard arch their back and pant heavily whilst trying to grasp reality once again.

Just watching Gerard was enough to build something in you. You bit your lip, observing them with wide eyes and processing his little mannerisms before you climbed to the edge of the bed and reached for something under it.

“What you doing...” Gerard’s voice was almost nothing beyond a lousy whisper.

You glanced back at him, also moving to reach for something from the bedside table after you retrieved a box from under the bed. A smirk crossed your face and you almost chuckled from the excitement. “Pants and underwear off, hm?”

Just a few words without much context were enough for Gerard to know what was going on. Their eyes widened a little, but there was excitement behind his dark gaze when he quickly moved to do as said. They had the same rush you had while you got rid of your own clothes, messing a little with the strap-on due to the anticipation, but you already had it in by the time Gerard’s boxers were meeting the ground.

“All fours.” You had the lube in hand already when you were climbing back on the bed and kneeling your way over to between Gerard’s legs once he’d done what you asked for. He glanced back at you, seeming like they were about to say something, but their breath was wasted in a soft gasp when your hand met the back of his head to shove it against the pillow. “Being a good boy for me today, aren’t you? ‘Bet you were already anxious for a fuck once you left your house to come here,” you couldn’t help the words as you held onto his hips, not even bothering to know what his groans were about while you opened the lube.

The cold liquid met Gerard’s entrance and had him fluttering more than before, clenching around nothing in a silent request for something that you’d not give him yet, but it was enough to have them gasping against the pillow while the liquid trailed down to his balls and his cock. You observed him carefully, coating your fingers with the lube as well before you could dip two of them past the muscles of rings around their entrance.

Little resistance met you along with Gerard’s moans, your fingers welcomed by warm and wet walls that relaxed according to how you pushed in slowly until the last knuckle then clenched once you started to make the way back. Since Gerard was already sensitive, you didn’t use a lot of time in it, only making sure he was lubed properly before you coated the strap-on’s dildo with the lube as well.

“Ready?” One of your hands grasped onto Gerard’s hip and the other onto the base of the dildo while you looked over at them. The anticipation burned in your lower stomach, hopefully mirroring what they felt.

Only a groan came in response at first, followed by a muffled ‘yes’, then there were moans; Gerard already gasped just at the intrusion of the tip of the toy, pushing himself back at the same proportion you pushed into them. You let out a soft sound at how the back of the toy made a light pressure against your clit the moment your thighs met the back of theirs and the space between you two was closed. His skin was warm, rising under yours with a shiver when you rode his shirt far up his torso so you���d hold onto both of his hips now.

Gerard’s arms were folded in front of themself as he groaned softly, their sounds gaining a rhythm dictated by how your hips met his, first in experimental heavy and slow thrusts that soon gained a proper pace. You couldn’t help but moan softly as well whenever any motion had the right pressure over your clit, but even so, your own pleasure wasn’t the focus at the moment; you just wanted to please Gerard, each time more encouraged by how his moans would easily grew louder whenever your hips would meet theirs when he pushed them back and the toy pressed just against his prostate.

“P—Please...” You could catch the word among all the nonsense that Gerard spoke, motivating you to keep the rhythm that had the sound of skin against skin echoing through the room already.

Gerard’s hair was tangled in your fingers when you bent down while pausing your movements so you could bring their head up a little, whispering into his ear. “Please what?”

A whimper came from him, hips wriggling in an attempt to get you to move again. “M—More... ‘M almost there...” His dark, hazy orbs met yours from the corners of his eyes and you chuckled.

“There you go.”

Your hand held Gerard’s head down against the pillow, sideways, and the other held onto their hip to make a firm frame which you could fuck into, snapping your hips harshly to help Gerard reach their high.

“You look cute like this,” you mumbled breathlessly, voice shaking. “Being so good to me... You just like being a little slut to me, right? Coming to my house when none of us have anything to do just so I can fuck that pretty little ass of yours until I am satisfied...” The words spilled from your lips as easily as the moans left him, in a gentle rambling that had the knot in Gerard’s lower stomach growing tighter to the same point you could feel the want rushing through your veins. You wanted some touch, any sort of touch, but your focus was Gerard now.

Gerard gave up on pleading for anything, instead resorting to whines that sounded like music to your ears. Thankfully, it was a sign they were growing closer; your thighs and knees already burned with ache from the restrictive and repetitive motion, which got you more invested into the harsh and precise thrusts that had Gerard quivering and trembling under your touch.

It was a matter of time—one, two thrusts and Gerard was cumming, with a string of whiny moans and trembling legs while they stained your covers. His knuckles went white as their fingers wrapped around the pillow they held onto until his grip started to falter and your thrusts started to drive him into overstimulation; you decided not to go that path and instead stopped your movements slowly, pulling back away from Gerard. He complained a little at the absence of a body against his, but easily gave up against the mattress once you knelt away, sitting down on the bed so you could remove the strap-on and give your legs a break. Your hands trembled as you tried to do it fast so you could satisfy your own want as fast as possible.

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[yorutsuki]

「 ✦ Artistic Notes ✦ 」

↳ It started with a small drawing and a compliment, which then grew into a anonymous friendship.

Michealangelo x Reader

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Adding the finishing touches, you sighed with relief as you stood up—some joints cracking from the sudden change in movement.

You looked down at your chalk-art masterpiece. It was probably one of the most detailed pieces you've done with the compressed powder. The lines were smooth and the shading was just the right color and opacity—the features were visible and at the right proportion and angles.

You grinned, satisfied with your work but frowned as you checked your clock. It was already around 1 am.

Quickly giving a small prayer to whoever rules over luck, to grant you the luck of it not raining before heading off the roof and to your apartment.

Yes, you lived in a small apartment fit for one, though you had got lucky as you managed to snag the penthouse room which granted you access to the roof where you could thus spread your amazing skills.

...

Unfortunately, the next morning you realized you had forgot to bring the chalk down with you before heading to bed.

Quickly you made a dash upstairs to make sure nobody stole it. Even though you were the only one who had access to the roof, there had been news of sightings about some gang named 'the foot', honestly, it was a stupid name.

Who'd wanna be referred to as a foot? That's one of the most sweaty and disgusting limbs on the body...—well for most.

Yeah, the clan could have better things to do than steal chalk, but you didn't want to take chances as chalk these days are expensive as shit—with inflation going on and all.

Finally making it up to the roof, you quickly spotted the box of 24 pieces, though you also spotted a colorful piece next to yours.

Quickly scanning the area for anyone, you made your way towards your supplies and the new addition.

It was a little drawing of a chibi turtle with a orange mask saying, 'That looks sick 10/10!' with a thumbs up.

Your heart warmed at the small message though you didn't know how to feel about it. How did someone manage to get on your roof?

....

I meannnn...Is it really that bad? They left you a cute message and they seemed to be quite the cute artist.

With a small smile, you took the box of chalk and went down to your room once more—waiting until the night falls once more.

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With a giddy feeling, you quickly made your ways towards your roof (yes, you've claimed it as yours 😈) and starting drawing another piece under the old one, though this time with a small message.

'Thank you, thank you! I quite like it myself :)

U don't seem too bad either.'

You were contemplating if you shoudl change it or write something more. Not wanting to dote on it any longer, you ignored your overthinking before heading back down stairs—a excited smile plastering your face as you were eager for the next morning to come.

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Your smile grew as you made your way towards your roof and saw that there was a new message.

':O

I tried it out, it may not be the best but its something? :')'

Right beside the messy writing, there was drawn the same orange-masked ninja-like turtle. The drawing was much more detailed though as it had more shading and colorful highlights. The chalk piece itself was a bit messy but it made it look like a fun collage piece.

...

Later in the evening, near the same time, you were on the roof top thinking of what to reply;

'Dang, you ever heard color theory? Also, you seem to really like turtles' You wrote, drawing a small chibi version of your oc—just a bit underneath the anon's chalk piece.

'now we wait.' You thought.

...

The exchange of notes between you and anon had been going on for days at this point, and soon a few days had turned into a few weeks.

The two of you had gotten closer and learnt more about each other; Anon liked the color orange, had three other brothers and a cat, loved dancing and skate boarding, etc. At this rate, it was safe to say you were like very good 'online' bestfriends.

It also seemed like luck was always by your side on the roof at night, as not once had it rained before either one of you got to see the others message.

Unfortunately, that would also be cut short as your luck ran out this night.

You waited on your couch, catching up on some good series that you procrastinated on for a good chunk. Finally, it came to quite a exciting scene, but thats when you heard small taps on your windows—it eventually growing from single small taps to multiple patters at a fast rate.

You decided not to pay mind to it as the rain never really bothered you. Well, until now.

Quickly realizing your naivity, you threw your blanket to the side and headed towards the roof—wanting to make sure your messages were preserved.

As you made it to the roof, you had a hard time navigating as the rain poured down harder by the second, though it didn't hinder your vision to the point where you couldn't see the dark silohuette on your roof.

You carefully grabbed anything within your reach before carefully making your way towards the said figure. With each step, the outlines became clearer until what you saw before you wasn't a human, but a mutant turtle.

You stood a bit aways, leaving space between the two of you, and fortunately, it didn't notice you yet. Though something about it made you feel..sad?

The mutant kneeled down to the ground, seeming to inspect the once beautiful chalk pictures before it sighed and got up.

You furrowed your brows, squinting your eyes to try getting a better view of it, though it seemed to beat you to it..

You froze in place, tightening your grip on your 'weapon' as the mutant's gaze stayed frozen onto you.

"Uhh...This is just a dream!" He said before slowly backing away.

You snapped out of your daze. For some reason your body inched closer towards him, something felt...familiar? And that's when it hit you,

"Mikey?" You spoke, dropping your weapon.

The turtle was taken aback before inching just a bit closer. "{Y/N}?"

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A/N: UDVYUWBIUVUYAVD, I can't, it was sooo much better in my head. This fic was supposed to be short, concise and sweet but it wasn't. 😭, My boy doesn't deserve this.

I promise i'll make another one. Feel free to comment any character suggestions or scenerios, my inbox is always open!

[lucajayms]

MASTERLIST

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE

GERARD WAY

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