#timeskip mikey

[strawbxrryanime]

Some Version/Timeskip of Mikey SHOWCASE

LMK IF I MISSED ANYTHING, and keep in mind these might be used for some writing ^^ (P.S, this also isn’t the FULL showcase. In which I will show more soon ^^)

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TOKYO MANJI MIKEY

BLOODY HALLOWEEN MIKEY

MANILA MIKEY

MANILA MIKEY V2 (Long-haired)

FIRST TIMESKIP MIKEY

BONTEN MIKEY

KANTO MANJI MIKEY

MOEBIUS MIKEY

CAPED SHIRTLESS TOKYO MANJI MIKEY

GREY HOODIE MIKEY

WHITE SHIRT MIKEY

WHITE SCARFED CHRISTMAS SHOWDOWN MIKEY

BLACK SHIRT MIKEY

KANTO MANJI MIKEY

KANTO MANJI MIKEY 2

TOMAN OMAMORI MIKEY

TAIYAKI MIKEY

SUKUNA (MIKEY VER.)

[characcoon]

when the Hell is on Fire or smt, idk the fic doesn't exist yet-

[hopeaterart]

I mean, if Ronin (who was 28) never developed chronic fatigue Mikey probably won’t either. Since. You know. Same person.

Mmm, good point. The second option is that Ronin had chronic fatigue the whole time, and just learned to power through it because he was stuck in the apocalypse and thought it was a side-effect of, uh, living in the apocalypse.

[xsleepinggoodx]

Mikey x reader short drabble!

timeskip: 19 year old Mikey. Yknow that one Mikey before manila? The one with the short blond hair? That one!🥰

Slight NSFW warning!

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You and Mikey were in the most heated make out sessions you ever been in. In his garage room, in his bed, on his lap, and door locked. The tension was real. His shirt was off and his veiny arms were around your waist, squeezing every so often. Your hand cupping his cheeks as you both fought for dominance—he wins every time though.

You letting out whimpers every so often as unravels you. Your hips grinding from time to time. You guys done it before, but not really often. You’re busy with college as he is he. He spends time hanging out with Toman, you’re there too ofc, but every so often, you two share intimate stares. He’s drilling his eyes on you when you’re laughing with Baji or Mitsuya. You’re admiring him as he tells a funny story. Again, the tension is there but you guys simply didn’t have alone time together, especially not sexually.

Now you guys finally were able to hang out, alone. Telling him stories from your college as he listens, replying with similar stories, him telling you crazy moments from his fights with Toman. Playing games with him, reading together. But it just got so heated, his loving gaze on you as you read the book and when you finally looked at him back, he pounced.

That’s how it led you guys here, tongues wrapping around each other as saliva drips down your lips. When you final let go for air, panting heavily with your lovesick eyes, he smiles lovingly as he catches his own breath.

“You said you had a bad day?” You asked, tracing his collarbone.

“I already told you about it, I really don’t wanna think about it.” He pouts, already rolling his eyes.

He told you about how annoying this one gang was, the leader trashed his bike terribly. Now it was in Draken’s motor shop in repair, he couldn’t ride it for a week.

“How bout I help you relieve some stress?” You asked innocently. “You always help me…I wanna make you feel good..” you said, your eyes resting. He

He looked confused but then it finally clicked.

“Baby, you don’t have to-“ he started before he got interrupted.

“But I want to, I wanna make you feel good..please~?” You stared at him, with your begging eyes. Oh your eyes, only if you knew how much he adored and admired you.

He nodded slowly. “Please baby, I need you.”

You giggled as you got on top of him, your hips sitting on his. His head looking up at you as you captured his lips again, before trailing your soft lips down his chin, neck, finally his chest. You sat up and clutched the hem of your shirt.

“Do you want me to take it off?” You said, teasingly.

“You really don’t have to.” He said hesitantly.

“Mikey~~” you teased as you giggled.

“Yes please” he begged shamefully. You knew Mikey was good with his words, getting him to beg was always tough, but you knew how to melt him. That’s why he loved you so much, you always challenged him. Which is not something he received often. You smiled as you chucked taking your shirt off, revealing your baby pink bra. The bra stap perfectly falling off your left shoulder.

You smiled as he admired your face, then his eyes traveled down, admiring your goddess-like body. He always knew he hit the jackpot, but now it’s official. He couldn’t help himself as he rose up and kissed you, trailing down your chin, then to your neck. Leaving hickies behind. You let out a soft hum as he continues, nipping your sweet spot, his hands where they were once on your waist were now softly cupping your breast.

He grinds his hips on yours, earning whimpers from you.

“Fuck, I love you so much, baby” he said, his voice muffled from his attacks on your cleavage. You softly scratched your fingers through his messy golden hair. Rewarding yourself with his kisses.

“I l-love you too~” you said. Love honeyed your voice. You were definitely down bad for him. The best part is that so was he….

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Enjoy everyone, sorry I didn’t go all the way. I’m not confident in my NSFW writing skills🫣

[captain-hawks]

caught under the mistletoe with . *. ⋆

�� pt. 1: manjiro sano, takashi mitsuya, keisuke baji

pt. 2 ; rindou, shinichiro, chifuyu

[fluff, kissing, timeskip]

MIKEY —

“Seriously?”

Mikey looks back and forth between the offending object hanging innocently from the door frame and his friends, all of whom are trying and failing to look busy while he scrutinizes them for the culprit. Chifuyu in particular looks far too interested in the empty cup that he’s holding. 

“Mikey, it’s fine,” you insist, embarrassment curling uncomfortably in your gut after seeing the clear discomfort written all over his features from being caught under the mistletoe with you. 

The two of you have been dancing around something for months now, the edges of your friendship blurred by the presence of pointed looks and lingering touches. But now, the mere suggestion that perhaps you’ve been reading into everything far too much has you turning on your heel, ready to escape to the quiet solace of the small balcony off of Mikey’s living room. 

Your entire body tenses when you feel a hand press against the small of your back as you begin walking, and you do your best to ignore the whoops and cheers that follow when you tug open the sliding glass door and step outside. You don’t bother closing it, letting Mikey pull it shut behind him while you sidestep out of view from the living room and lean against the brick wall, hands curling into fists as you prepare yourself for the inevitable rejection he’s decided to privately let you down with.

Mikey comes to stand in front of you, one hand brushing along your cheek, and your heart thrums a galloping beat as you finally look at him, taking in the painfully soft look in his eyes.

“I think I owe you something,” he smiles.

What?

“What?” you blink in confusion. 

He runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head. “You think I want our first kiss to be in front of those idiots?”

Despite the chill in the air, all you can think about is how warm Mikey’s lips are as his mouth finally meets yours.

MITSUYA —

Help.

You do everything in your power to silently convey the four-letter word bouncing around in your head as you meet your best friend’s lavender gaze. Mitsuya’s standing a few feet away across the kitchen, brows furrowed in concern as he watches you endure the ongoing conversation Kisaki trapped you in nearly fifteen minutes ago. At the sound of someone calling his name from the living room, Kisaki looks away for a moment, and you take advantage of the opportunity to jut your chin toward the ceiling.

Mitsuya glances upward, stiffening as he takes in the sight of what Kisaki has yet to notice while you’ve been quietly looking for a way to slip out of the conversation—mistletoe. Your eyes widen in further alarm when Hanma strolls in; there’s not a chance in hell he won’t immediately point out the position the two of you are in. If it were any of your other friends milling about the party, you wouldn’t mind laughing off a kiss on the cheek. But Tetta Kisaki’s crush on you has become borderline obsessive, despite the complete and total lack of interest you’ve displayed in return.

“Hey,” Mitsuya’s soothing voice is a balm to your nerves as he suddenly sidles up beside you, one arm casually wrapping around your waist. 

Kisaki turns back to look at you, mouth tilting downward in a frown, but before he can say anything, Draken’s voice loudly interrupts, “MISTLETOE!”

Oh no.

That’s not—

You spare a glance at Draken, shooting him a betrayed look—he’s the only person that knows you’re stupidly, ridiculously, pathetically in love with your best friend.

The best friend currently spinning you around to face him, one gentle hand now cupping the side of your face. And you’d swear it’s all for show, to dissuade the insufferable attention of the other man now standing behind you, because you know Mitsuya can’t stand him either.

But the way Mitsuya’s staring at you says otherwise, a far deeper emotion painted in the way his eyes crinkle, the way his lips curl as he leans in and murmurs, “Rules are rules, right?”

The kitchen is empty when your kiss-swollen lips finally part from his.

BAJI —

“Baji~” Kazutora’s voice trills from beside the two of you, lips tilted in a mischievous smirk that can mean absolutely nothing good. 

Baji pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling loudly before turning away from you to look at his friend. 

“What,” he deadpans.

Covering his mouth to stifle his laughter, Kazutora points upward. Baji follows with his eyes, immediately bristling beside you when he realizes where you’ve been standing for the past five minutes after Kazutora tugged the two of you over to this particular side of the room. You’re well aware of what’s on the ceiling, but you’ve been pointedly ignoring it. 

“What are you, five?” Baji growls, tossing his empty plastic cup at the mistletoe but failing to dislodge it. 

“I’ll do it if you’re not going to,” Kazutora shrugs, playfully winking at you and pursing his lips in a mock kiss.

You roll your eyes at Kazutora’s latest failed attempt at playing matchmaker between you and Baji, feigning the need for a refill on your drink as you go to walk away. However, you’re brought to an abrupt stop by a firm tug at your waist, and you turn around to find Baji’s finger hooked in your belt loop. 

Eyes going wide as he pulls harder and closes the distance between your bodies, you barely have time to register the determination on Baji’s face before his lips come crashing into yours.

You feel something light hit the top of your head as he nips at your bottom lip—the mistletoe—and Baji waves a middle finger in Kazutora’s direction before dragging you out of the room. 

[carminecherry]

KILL THE LIGHTS | mikey sano

⇝ SERIES MASTER LIST

⇝ PAIRING: timeskip!biker!mikey x fem!reader

⇝ Length: 17.4k (ongoing)

SYNOPSIS: after moving by yourself to tokyo, you black out at a party and wake up with a new friend. as she sweeps you up in her fast-paced city life, you feel yourself falling deeper and deeper for her mysterious brother. but something dark is brewing in the city. as his past threatens to resurface, mikey must fight not only physical enemies but the mental battle of his feelings for you. he can't resist you , but could he ever forgive himself if something happened to you? he'll love you selfishly and protect you savagely.

GENRE: slow burn, possessive mikey, yearning, porn with plot, biker Mikey, Toman boss Mikey, alternate universe - canon divergent

SERIES WARNINGS:  graphic depictions of violence, explicit adult content. this series is not suitable for minors. refer to all individual chapter warnings.

⇝ PART ONE: the summer heat, the cool cafe (2.8k words)

⇝ PART TWO: the last train (7.5k words)

⇝ PART THREE: outpace the dawn (1.5k words)

⇝ PART FOUR: enclosure (2k words)

⇝ PART FIVE: rain stained crimson (3.6k words)

⇝ PART SIX: coming soon

[littlefanficprincess]

Below The Surface

Tmnt 2012 x (Fem) reader

2k

Synopsis: The turtles reunite with a childhood friend.

(A/n): The timeline is changed a bit, they are let out to the surface for the first time but before April was kidnapped.

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Moving to a new place is not something you can used to easily, especially a big city like New York. It wouldn't be surprising that parents would lose their child on the first day.

"Ow..." A small voice mumbles as a girl falls on her arms and legs, her shoes, socks and (skirt/shorts) were soaked by the sewer water.

The four years old had tripped into an uncovered manhole and fell in. Who would even leave open a manhole like that?

"You shouldn't have gone up there, what if master Splinter finds out?"

"It was only a peek, he won't know a thing"

"Wait, what was that noise?"

"It was coming from over there"

(Y/n) pushes herself off the ground, trying to shake the water out of her shoes. She squints her big (e/c) eyes when she sees four sillouettes heading her way. They were a bit shorter than her.

When they get close enough, the light escaping through the manhole illuminate their forms. Short humanoid green creatures black eyes, slight differences between them. They looked like they were straight out of an alien movie, but just with shells instead.

"What is that thing?" One with a bandaid on its cheek asks, disgust on its face."It looks like us, is that fur coming out of its head?" The tallest one observes.

"We shouldn't go near, it could be dangerous" The plain looking one warns the others.

"So cool!" The one with freckles smiles, didn't seem to be listening. He approaches the girl with curiosity "What are you?"

(Y/n) tilts her head as he leaned in closer. "I am a human, nice to meet you...turtles?"

"It can talk!" The bandaged turtle yells, pointing at her. They haven't seen any other species beside the rat that had cared for them since before they could even remember.

Then it was the tall turtle that began walking up to her. He stands behind her, pulling on her hair. He watches as her head would slightly tilt back as he pulled.

"Ow, that hurts" (Y/n) complains, pulling away from his grip. "It's not fur, it's hair"

"Hair...interesting" The tall turtle mumbles in amazement.Hesitation leaves the bandaged one's mind, deciding to join his brothers.

"Wait, Raph–" The plaine turtle calls out, but was ignored. First they break the 'no going to the surface' rule and now they are interacting with a 'you-man'.

'Raph' scowls, eyeing the human child. "Are all of you 'you-mans' this ugly?" He questions, poking at her cheek. "Why is it so squishy?"

The remaining turtle sighs as he realised he failed to get his brothers to listen to him. He follows after, standing next to the others. He judges aside Raph, looking straight into the girl's eyes. "Your eyes" he mentions.

His words catches the attention of the turtle with freckles. He leans over, looking at her eyes aswell. (Y/n) just saw two pair of black beady ones. "They're pretty! Like that big shiny rock master Splinter has"

"It's called a gemstone, Mikey" The turtle next to him corrects him.

"Gemstones, I like it!" Freckle throws his arms around (Y/n)'s shoulder, rubbing his cheek against hers. "Can we keep it, I will care for it real good!"

"I'm not a pet, you know" (Y/n) pouts, crossing her arms.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes"

"We can't, we have already been away for too long" Plaine argues.

"Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, Michelangelo?" They hear someone calls out.

In a flash, the turtles had dissapeared. (Y/n) looks around confused, wondering where they went. She looks back up the manhole opening, seeing a ladder on the wall below.

Not having much choice, she climbed up it. She snuck out of the alleyway, being met with the sunlight. She was soon found by her parents, her dads didn't believe her story about talking turtles. They wrote it off as it being her imagination.

┏━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┓

Timeskip

┗━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┛

Then twelve years later, (Y/n) lays awake in her bed. Everytime she closed her eyes, she finds them open again. She gives up trying to sleep and gets out of bed.

She opens the door to her balcony and takes a seat on her balcony. She looks up at the sky, she would see stars if the air wasn't so polluted. She squints her eyes when she sees something on the roof of the building that was in the other side of the street.

(Y/n) gets up and leans on the railing, trying to get a good look. Were those...turtles? Each wearing a different colored badana, blue, purple, red and finally orange.

The shortest turtle stops in place, turning towards her. The two make eye contact, both not moving an inch. She hears one of the other turtles call out to him, so he runs off.

'Those guys were real this whole time. I'm not hallucinating, right? Are they ninja now? Would they remember me? Probably not'

┏━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┓

Timeskip

┗━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┛

(Y/n)'s eyes snap open when she hears knocking on her window. She pushes aside the curtain to see the shortest turtle hanging upside infront of her window.

She gets up from her bed and opens the door to her balcony. She watches as he lands on the balcony, a big smile on his face. She barely gets time to react as he pulls her into a tight hug.

"Gemstone! I thought I'd never see you again" He says, excitedly. Then letting go of her, bouncing up and down.

"You still remember me?" (Y/n) says surprised. She regonised as the turtle with freckles, his skin was more on the lime side compared to his brothers.

The turtles grabs her face, squishing her cheeks. "How could I forgot this cute face. Also I remember you by your eyes, so shiny like gemstones" He cooes.

(Y/n) graps his three fingered hands, pulling them down, but not letting go. "You have a great memory. My name is (Y/n), nice to meet you"

"The name is Michelangelo" He steps back, pulling out a pair of nunchucks and spinning it around. "But most people call me Mikey" His eyes suddenly light up, getting an idea. "What if I bring you to lair, I can't wait to see their reactions"

Looking back into her room, the girl thinks. "My dads aren't home, so they won't notice... It couldn't hurt, right" She slightly shrugs her shoulders.

She watches as he turns around and hunges over. "Get on!" Hesitantly, (Y/n) does as he says and climbs onto his back. She grips tightly his shoulders as he holds her legs. She tries her best to not scream her head off as Mikey jumps off the balcony and onto the next roof.

┏━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┓

Timeskip

┗━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┛

Quietly, Mikey leads (Y/n) into lair. She hides behind his shell as he shuffle towards his room. His brothers didn't pay too much attention to him. Leo was watching a tv show, Donnie was in his lab and Raph was reading something.

The turtles and his human friend sneak into the bedroom. (Y/n) tenses up when the foul smell of dirty clothes and moldy food hit her nose, it was definitely worse than the smell of the sewers.

"I'll be right back, gotta do something real quick. stay here" Mikey says, as if he was he talking to a dog. He slowly walks out and closes the door behind.

(Y/n) looks at the mess covering the bedroom. She folded the dirty underwear, questioning why he would even wear them.

Raphael eyes his brother as Mikey walks out of his room. He hears something coming from the room, sounding like things being moved. It couldn't be any of his brothers, meaning there was an intruder.

He gets up from the couch, pulling out one of his sai. He strolls over to Mikey's room, slowly opening the door. There he finds a girl, folding clothing. She didn't seem to have heard him. He puts the sai towards her. "What do you think you're doing here?" He questions her.

Flinching at the unfamiliar voice, (Y/n) realises she had been caught. She slightly turns her, looking who was standing behind her.

A turtle, a bit taller than Mikey. He wore a dark red bandana, which was a bit tattered. There was a small crack in the front of his shell, makes (Y/n) connect him with the turtle who had a bandaid on their cheek. Then she notices the weapon he had pointed her. "Um...I come on peace" She akwardly smiles.

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Walking out of Mikey's room was Raph, pointing his weapon at a girl who was walking infront of him. "Look at what I found doing laundry in Mikey's garbage dump".

Leo looks away from the Tv, wondering what his brother was talking about. His face turn to surprise and then to fear "A human!?".

"Apparently Mikey got followed back here, not sure why you would good his underwear" Raph mutters, poking the girl's back with his sai.

The door lab opens, revealing Donnie. He pulls his goggles from his eyes, putting it on his forhead. "What is going on, I heard yelling" He looks at Lei, than Raph and then... "A human!?" He puts his hands over his mouth, realising that he could've alerted master Splinter.

"That's what I'm asking"

(Y/n) holds up her hands, trying to not get stabbed. "Listen, there is a good explanation for this"

A door slams open and Mikey comes running in. He stand between (Y/n) and his brothers, waving his arms. "Guys, guys, it's chill. It's just gemstone"

"Gemstone?" Donatello repeats, confused. He cautiously approaches.

"You mean the one we found in the sewers when we were little?" Leo asks, getting up himself. (Y/n) suspected him being the plain one and the tall one, being the tall one obviously.

Mikey crosses his arm, with a proud expression on his face. "The one and only" He brags, smiling.

Now being surrounded by the four turtles, (Y/n) realises how much they have grown. When she first met them, they were a bit smaller. But now they were almost towering over her.

Suddenly she feels a tug at her head, making her head tilt back. She realises it was one with the purple bandana, just like when they were little. "Ow, it's not fur..."

Donnie's eyes widen at her words. "...it's hair" He finishes the sentence. "Yeah, alright. It's her" He admits, feeling the texture of her hair.

"Anyways, my name is (Y/n). It's nice to meet you all again" (Y/n) introduces herself, fiddling with her sleeves.

The turtle with blue bandana places his hand on his chest. "I'm Leonardo, the one pulling your hair right now is Donatello and the angry looking one is Raphael, you already seem pretty familiar with Mikey"

"What is going on here?" Everyone seem to freeze when they hear master Splinter's voice. They turn to see him, looking stern at them.

"Sensei, I–" Leo tries to explain, but his defenses seem to melt away when he sees his father's gaze. Him and Raph step aside to reveal (Y/n).

"I let you go to the surface and you being back a human?" Master Splinter says, infuriated by his sons' decision.

Before any of the turtles could speak, (Y/n) steps forward. "Please, don't get angry at them, sir. It's not their fault. I had accidentally fallen into a manhole and wandered my way here, they were trying to get me out". The four brothers look surprised at her, not expecting her to lie for them.

The humanoid rat looks down at her, stroking his thin beard. "I must admit, taking the blame for them is quite honorable. But falling into the sewers is something you usually don't do twice".

"Twice? Wait, you knew?" Leonardo asks him.

"I have keen sense of smell and hearing, also you are pretty loud" Master Splinter explains, looking at (Y/n) once again. "Do you promise to keep our existence a secret from the rest of the world".

(Y/n) nods, looking up at him with a determined expression on her face"I won't tell a soul".

Master Splinter smiles, knowing that he could trust the girl. "Then you are welcome to reside here when you see as needed"

"Oh yeah!" Mikey cheer, pumping his fist. The other three couldn't help, but also be happy she gets to stay.

Their first human friend, reunited with them once again.

[aleapple1216]

ToMan in the last TimeSkip

So, photos of the latest Tokyo Revengers exhibition are already leaking out. This is the layout of TOMAN after the last time skip BEFORE THEY FIGHT BLACK DRAGONS AND TENJIKU.

Leader: Sano Manjiro (Mikey) Second in command: Bakamichi (NO I'M NOT INSULTING HIM, THEY LITERALLY WROTE BAKAMICHI AND DRAW HIM THAT WAY) Vice-captain: Ryuuguji Ken (Draken)

Strategist: Tetta Kisaki Assistant: Hanma Shuuji

1st Division Captain: Keisuke Baji Vice Captain: Chifuyu Matsuno

2nd Division Captain: Takashi Mitsuya Vice-captain: Hakkai Shiba

3rd Division captain: Haruki Hayashida (Pah-chin) Vice captain: Ryohei Hayashi (Peh-yan)

4th Division Captain: Kazutora Hanemiya Vice-captain: Atsushi Sendo (Akkun) YES, AKKUN

Captain of the 5th division: Haruchiyo Akashi Vice Captain: Senju Akashi

6th Division Captain: Nahoya Kawata (Smile) Vice Captain: Souya Kawata (Angry)

[k1ngarlo]

Tokyo Revengers Moaning Audio

Would they send a moaning audio? Ft. all characters. A/N: All characters are in their timeskip ver.

Yes, it'd all be manly grunts as if he's fighting himself: Draken, Baji, Hanma, Osanai, Kiyomasa, South, Mochi, Pah, Peh, (and Kisaki if you're Hina), Yuzuha, Taiju, Grandpa Sano.

Would block you instantly: Izana, Inui, Yuzuha, Emma, Taiju, Muto, Kisaki, Benkai.

"Just wait for me to come home, ;)": Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Mikey, Rindou, Angry, Shinichiro, Kakucho, Hakkai, Kokonoi (even if you guys are platonic, he's either joking or down), Tachibana siblings.

Would screenshot and send it to their other gc laughing. Takeomi, Smiley, Senju, Ran, Makoto.

Would read the text from the other gc and send you a moaning audio: Wakasha, Angry, Takuya, Naoto.

Would read the text and send one with fake moans: All the Sano siblings, Naoto, Takemichi (he'd be pressured to do it. It sounds like he's in pain), Yamagishi, Draken, Sanzu, Ryusei,

Yes, and it'll sound heavenly, with either wet noises or of your bed squeaking, it's a perfect blend of whatever you like: Wakasha, Angry, Takuya, Takemichi, Shinon, Kazutora, Kojiro

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

i desperately need more timeskip kazutora content plsplspspslslslPS

Like hc's???? Cause here are some of him from various timelines!!!

Whenever chifuyu talks about how badly he wants a girlfriend (normally when they see a happy couple in the pet shop) Kazutora teases him mercilessly about it (despite secretly wanting the same thing).

Despite wanting a love interest it also scares him a bit since he's worried it'll turn out like his parents and he'll be like his dad.

Love love loves weddings! He just gets so excited about them, seeing his friends, having a party and just the all around good vibes. 

He was so happy when Chifuyu showed him his bike after he got out. That ride was the best one of his life.

Walked the woman he saved from bad toman to the hospital after to make sure she was definitely ok.

Secretly talks to the animals at the pet shop, telling them about his day.

Has frequent nightmares both about his childhood and the mistakes he's made.

In the bonten timeline, the first thing he did after getting out was visiting Draken's grave.

Kazutora attends Mikey's races often

He felt awful after Takemichi was killed in the bonten timeline, went after bonten himself after.

In the manila timeline, Kazutora let Mikey kill him, he fought a bit at first but eventually gave in and kinda thought that he deserved to be killed after everything.

He was invited to open the time capsule but chose not to come.

Continued to take down bad toman after Takemichi was arrested, he refused to let Chifuyu's death mean nothing.

Visits Baji's grave often and fills him in on what's going on.

In the good timeline, him and Chifuyu plan a party for after Baji first qualifies as a vet. 

[izanacore]

“casual” | manjiro sano x reader

chapter one 𓂃⋆.˚

synopsis: a no-strings-attached arrangement between a party girl and a frat boy turns messy when mikey falls first. but when (y/n) runs from love, she loses him for good—until fate brings them back together, years too late.

characters: manjiro “mikey” sano, fem!reader

warnings: angst, heartbreak, fwb dynamics, explicit content, crack, fluff, jealousy, insecurities, themes of regret, alcohol use, violence, bullying, depression

notes: so excited for this fic. i already had few chapters written already, will proofread them first. updates are random! also, this version of mikey was the first time he was shown in the timeskip—still the blonde manjiro with his hair pushed back—yakuza!mikey (or kanto!mikey hihi <3)

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chapter one

the first rule was simple—no strings attached, just casual.

y/n and mikey had been running in the same circles for years. frat parties, underground fights (for mikey), late-night drives with no destination in mind. they were both wild, untamed, and lived for the thrill of the night. relationships? too complicated. love? a disaster waiting to happen. so when they first hooked up, it was an unspoken agreement—this was just for fun. no expectations, no messy emotions, just a way to kill time and escape reality for a little while.

mikey was the golden boy of the frat scene—toman’s prized fighter and leader. he was reckless, dangerous, but also the kind of guy who could charm his way out of any situation. y/n? she was just as bad. she drank too much, partied too hard, and never let anyone get too close. the two of them were a perfect match—too broken to be whole, but too addicted to each other to stop.

and for a while, it worked. they’d hook up, get drunk, wake up in each other’s arms, and then go their separate ways like nothing ever happened. mikey would flirt with other girls, y/n would kiss other guys, and neither of them were allowed to care. that was the deal.

but before all that, there was the first night.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

it happened at a party, the kind that reeked of cheap liquor and cigarette smoke, where the music was loud enough to make your bones vibrate. mikey had just won a fight, his knuckles still raw, his lip split but smirking. y/n had been drinking, sitting on the kitchen counter with a red solo cup in hand, legs swinging as she watched him from across the room, intrigued by the man who had caught her looking at him.

“you look like hell,” she had teased when he finally walked up to her.

mikey wiped the blood from his lip with the back of his hand, grinning. “yeah? you look like trouble.”

she had smirked at that. “and you love trouble, don’t you?”

maybe it was the alcohol, or the way the night felt electric, but the next thing she knew, she was pulling him into a spare room upstairs, lips crashing together in a mess of teeth and tongue. it was reckless, desperate, the kind of kiss that meant nothing and everything at once. mikey tasted like whiskey and adrenaline, and when his hands slipped under her dress, she let him take whatever he wanted.

their bodies moved together in a feverish rhythm, chasing pleasure, until they finally came undone—breathless, skin damp, hearts racing in sync. the only sounds left were their slowing breaths and the distant bass of the party thudding through the walls.

mikey let out a soft chuckle, running a lazy hand through his messy hair. his voice low, teasing. “by the way, i’m mikey. manjiro sano—but call me mikey.”

y/n let out a breathy laugh, still staring at the ceiling. “you usually fuck girls before introducing yourself, mikey?”

he turned his head, grinning lazily. “only the ones worth remembering.”

she smirked, finally meeting his gaze. “lucky me, then.”

he reached over, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his touch featherlight. “and you? or should i just call you trouble?”

she hummed, pretending to think. “y/n l/n.”

mikey repeated her name like he was rolling it over his tongue, savoring it. “y/n,” he mused, his fingers tracing light patterns on her bare skin. “yeah… that fits.”

she arched a brow, lips curving. “and what do i look like to you?”

his smirk deepened, eyes dark with something unreadable. “like someone i should stay away from.”

y/n laughed, shifting closer until their lips almost touched, looking up at him with those pretty eyes. “then it’s a good thing you’re bad at following rules, then.

he chuckled, brushing his lips against hers—just once, just enough to leave her wanting. “the worst.”

y/n rolled her eyes, pushing at his chest, but mikey caught her wrist before she could step away. his grip was loose, easy to break, but the way his thumb traced over her pulse made her stay.

“what?” she huffed.

his smirk deepened, eyes dark with something she should’ve recognized by now. “want more.”

she inhaled sharply, the heat between them thick, suffocating.

“more of what?” she teased, but they both knew the answer.

his fingers slid down her arm, slow and deliberate, igniting sparks in their wake. “you.”

y/n tilted her head, pretending to consider. “think you can handle it, sano?”

he leaned in, lips brushing her jaw, voice dropping to a murmur. “guess we’ll find out.”

the air between them crackled, tension humming in the space where their bodies nearly touched. then, casually—too casually—mikey whispered, “my place?”

she exhaled, the answer already burning on her tongue. this was what they did. just reckless fun that never stretched beyond the walls they found themselves in.

her lips curled. “lead the way.”

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

the city stretched before them, glowing under the moonlight, mikey’s motorcycle cut through the streets with ease, the steady hum of the engine filling the silence between them. y/n held on tightly, her arms wrapped around his waist, feeling the way his body moved with the bike—confident, effortless, like he belonged to the road.

it was her first time riding like this with a guy, her first time pressing against someone while the world blurred around her. she had never trusted anyone enough to let them take control like this, to let herself be carried by the rush of speed and the wind whipping against her skin. but with mikey, it didn’t feel reckless. it just felt… easy.

she rested her chin lightly on his shoulder, watching the city lights melt into each other, casting soft reflections on his blonde hair. everything felt strangely weightless, as if time had slowed just for them, as if they existed in this pocket of the universe where nothing else mattered.

it almost felt romantic. almost.

but that wasn’t what this was.

it was just the thrill of something new. the way the night air felt against her skin. the way mikey smelled like leather and smoke and something inherently him.

so she let herself enjoy it—not because it meant anything, but because it didn’t. just a fleeting moment under the city lights, nothing more.

prologue | chapter one point five

[characcoon]

HELLFIRE height chart/ref sheet

WRAGHKDHAHS the Hellfire designs are heeere! ALL of them, properly put in a ref sheet. Heights in the corner. Close ups below.

"Hellfire" is the sequel to "Change of Perspective"! Coming up very very soon ;D

As for ages, Raph is 19, while the other three are 17.

Notable details: Raph has a nose ring and Mikey's hands are darkened (see "Change of Perspective" chapter 22 and forward). Donnie's details on the right side are all red, and the left are all blue.

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Well, how about some angst where the Tokyo boys couldn't protect their girlfriend? With Baji, kazutora and mikey? I love your headcanons

TokRev x Reader: Too Late

♡ SFW, fem reader, angst, reader gets jumped by a rival gang and ends up in the hospital, mention of arson, allusions to murder ♡

note: thank you anon 🩷 I usually don't write angst, so I hope you enjoy

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Baji

🔥 Baji knew that some gangs could stoop to low levels when it came to rivalries, but he never expected they'd go after you

🔥 You called him from the hospital to tell him what happened and he was by your side in less than 10 minutes

🔥 Hugs you the whole time and cries while apologizing for not being able to protect you

🔥 Tracks down the gang that jumped you and lights their hideout on fire (with them in it)

Timeskip!Kazutora

🐯 Blames himself and contemplates breaking up with you after you get attacked because he doesn't want you to get hurt again

🐯 Starts convincing himself that he doesn't deserve you and tries to distance himself from you (it doesn't work, he could never leave you)

🐯 Promises to protect you better and make sure you never get hurt again

🐯 With some help from Chifuyu he finds the guys who jumped you and makes sure they can never lay their hands on you (or anyone else) again

Bonten!Mikey

🔷 When Sanzu notified him about you getting attacked he immediately started spiraling

🔷 He blamed all of his executives for not protecting you or providing you with bodyguards, but in reality he blamed himself the most

🔷 All he could think about was all the people he's lost and how he couldn't protect them either, he felt weak and defenseless

🔷 He couldn't bring himself to visit you because he didn't want to see you in pain, he sent flowers to your room everyday though and had Bonten's executives check in on you

🔷 He tracked down the men who jumped you and had Sanzu take care of them

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[yanderederee]

CaughtOffGuard!

ctw: BajixFem!Reader , nsfw/smut , timeskip/college

Disclaimer!: I don’t feel I m very good at writing active smut, so I apologize if this seems off!

It has been one fucking HELL of a day. Baji swore to Chifuyu he could handle opening the pet store all on his own.

Yes, even though he had an exam an hour before the store opened.

Baji had been up and literally running since four in the morning. And now, just after getting off his shift at the shop, head heavy with doubt about just how shitty he probably did on his exam—- he realized he forgot to leave out food for Peke.

“I’m so sorry buddy.” Baji sighed, tenderly petting the scarred cat while he ate. “Kei?~ are you home?” You could be heard just a wall over. “Yeaaah. Forgot to stop by the store after work though. I‘ll run by the corner shop in a sec, you need anything?”

Circling your way into the same room as your long term boyfriend, you took note of his frazzled mannerisms. As though adrenaline was pushing his husk to do everything at once.

“I fed Peke earlier babe,” you swiveled Baji’s moving form from going for his discarded wallet and jacket. “C’mere! Ain’t seen your cute face all day.”

Before he could wrestle his way free from your tangled limbs, you had succeeded in disorienting him into tripping over his own feet to fall back onto the couch:

Step 1: Complete

“Babbbeeeee,” Baji whined deeply, masked as a powerless growl. “Ain’t got time for this right now. I’m meeting Dranken an’ Mikey down at SS Motor in—-!! aah..”

It was painful. Watching the one you love overwork themselves to a point such as this. You gave your fearsome lover a pouting look, while pressing your body against his with just enough pressure to melt his sore muscles into your own.

“Oh, baby, no you’re not.” You looped your hands under Baji’s loose work shirt, grazing your slightly overgrown nails in detailed patterns over the skin of his back.

A relieved moan escaped past Baji’s ego, his eyebrows knitting together as chills ran down his entire body. Fuckk.

Nothing, absolutely nothing, was better than the feeling of you against his body like this.

Not one to object his queen, Baji batted his glazed over, tired eyes. He opened his mouth, seconds passing, but the words seemed to escape him. Too obsessed with the helplessly lost look in Baji Keisuke’s eyes, you couldn’t stop yourself.

“Stay,” you ordered, so, so sweetly.

Taking advantage of his condition, you quickly snaked your kiss into his mouth.

This was the first kiss the two of you had shared in perhaps two days, what with all the late shifts, classes and obligations.

As experienced as you were in kissing Baji for years, your kiss practically emitted steam. Humid in a way that sent the both of you rutting into each-other every way physically possible. Your tongues weld into a mass of muscle and slick, mixing saliva to create an intoxicating cocktail. You only shifted your lips apart enough for the both of you to gasp against each others skin, teeth clattering once by accident but soon felt his bite down against the hollow of your neck. Pressing his canines deeper— until he was sucking your soft skin harshly.

The lazy roll of his tongue teased your thin layer of skin, gently biting you closer. You sighed in content across Keisuke’s ear. Neither of you needed words to understand the other.

Melting even closer against his body, a delicious warmth wrapped tightly across Baji’s hips. Clad only in a pair of shorts, every roll of your hips was genuinely intoxicating. “G-gatta…” Baji made one last pass in protesting against you. To be a responsible adult.

But you purred at his pathetic form, red faced and cross eyed. All for you. You slid your tongue back into Kei’s mouth, swiveling your hips so as to rub your clit as best you can against the outline of his already hardened erection.

“Gotta what, baby?” You asked in an innocent voice, giving his bottom lip a gentle pull in between your teeth. “If you can’t use your words properly, I’ll have to put this mouth to better use,”

And just as quickly, Baji lost all control. He always seemed to lose these damned encounters. Never one to submit, yet never could lift a finger to defy you.

Rubbing gently against him, you slid your hand just far enough under his pants to coat your finger with the bead of precum. Trailing said finger back up and between lips, you moaned softly. You batted your eyelashes down at Baji, kissing him deeply once more. “Let me make you feel better~” you ordered between kisses.

Baji could never deny you.

In skilled strokes, you rid Baji of the clothes on his lower half.

You were guiding Baji’s hands across your body, caressing the skin of your curves with his rough calloused touch, using them like a tool to discard every bit of clothing you had on.

“You’re so beautiful…” Baji breathed gently, never missing your stare. Once your hands let go in guiding his touch, he immediately tangled your hair into his fingers gently, feverishly pulling you down to kiss you deeper.

You may have started this night off with the upper hand, it was simply a fact that Baji was stronger than you. That Baji Keisuke was a true beast that would eventually snap and swallow you whole.

You smiled widely into his bruising kiss, letting your body relax as he took control entirely. “So.. fucking soft.” he bit the opposite side of your neck, allowing the exploration of one hand to gingerly graze over you once more;

from shoulder,

to butterfly bone,

along the rim of your rib cage,

up, to gently brush his thumb over your budded nipple.

“So perfect.” He smiles when looking into your increasingly lustful gaze.

Without further distraction, the tips of his fingers honed straight for your slick sex. “Just so excited to see me, weren’t you?”

He was soon answered by the feeling of your pulsating clit, eager to be touched. Baji chuckled, circling the bud quickly against his middle finger. “You know just how to build me back up again doll,” he moaned, the leaking juices you produced slowly began dripping on his neglected length.

“How bout I fill you up as thanks?”

Baji smirked when you practically cried. “Please?” You pleaded, softly kissing him one more time.

“Anything for you.”

God, and he did not waste any time in doing so. Swirling what juices he had coating his fingers across his leaking tip, he made quick work sinking you down onto it.

It was just the tip, yet neither of you could suppress the overwhelming feeling of finally being with one another. It was so easy to get drunk off of eachother. Impatiently, you pulled him deeper into you.

“Shitshitshit— c-calm down..! You’re gonna make me-“ Baji’s eyes rolled back at the feeling. How long had it been? Since you fucked him like this?

“You’re always running around these days… can’t be mad at me for wanting you all to myself.”

Well, he couldn’t argue that. Still, at this pace, sinking himself to the deepest part of you he could in one slow motion… it was too much. A shiver ran down his spine when the seal of your pussy lips met the juncture of his navel. Locking him inside of you for only a few seconds.

“I’ll take care of you, so try to relax for me, ‘Kay?” You breathed hard. It always took a few seconds for your to adjust to his size, but the added intensity helped. Drunk from it all, he finally let himself become dominated. Baji rested his head against the back of the couch, and laid his hands flat against your thighs, allowing them to do their will.

“Fuck,” he moaned, feeling you clench down on him in praise. “You win.”

“Good boy.” You whispered in his ear, pulling your hips up slowly, and sinking back down at an agonizingly slow pace.

You wanted him to feel everything. Feel his veins trace your insides. How your muscles contracted against his tip. The warmth of your insides stroking him in perfect stride. Everything.

Knowing you could only bare this pace for a few more strokes, you began humping faster. It was instinctive. You craved the act of taking what was yours for so long now, it became impossible to hold back.

“Kei…” only part of his name escaped your lips, begging so sweetly.

Both of you starred down, enthralled by the sight below. Faster, til you couldn’t anymore.

It was harder than it looked. Your legs began to shake, maybe from pleasure, but definitely because it was tiresome work.

Yet still you prevailed. Letting your legs rest at last, you sat in his lap with added weight. The deepest he could possibly be, given the position.

Just as he had thought you were ready to call it quits, your hips began go swivel quickly.

“Oh fuck-“ he gasped. This was it, the pleasure he had been building up this entire time was beginning to unravel.

And you knew it. You smirked at Baji’s agape expression, his eyes rolling back once more.

“Such a good boy,” now clenching your abdomen repeatedly, it was only a matter of seconds. Devilish, he thought. He didn’t need to warn you of his oncoming release, you already knew. You could feel him twitching inside you.

Pairing the intoxicating swirl of your hips and clench of your muscles, with the last bit of strength your thighs could muster, you teased Baji’s dick into pulling out and sinking back into you impossibly fast.

With this amount of work, you knew you wouldn’t finish, but he would, and ultimately that was your goal in all this.

And finally, finally, the tension he’d been trying to prolong finally snapped. With a deep, guttural moan, Baji let himself be heard as you pumped him for all he was worth.

His hands couldn’t stop his rougher hands from forcing your hips closer, furthering himself into you deeply. He clenched his own hips upwards in reply, shuddering as his cum began filling you up.

He didn’t intend to, but it was impossible not to have. The overwhelming urge to be burried inside you was too great. Especially after not participating for so long, this was heaven.

Baji breathed heavily. He didn’t do much work, but he was spent. Resting back into the couch below, he slowly began regaining eyesight.

Your face was front view, beautiful and equally as spent. “Submission looks good on you,” you commented cheerily.

Baji laughed. “Don’t get used to it,” he slapped your ass, harsh, warning a loud yip from you. “You’re mine now.”

[captain-hawks]

caught under the mistletoe with . *. ⋆

— pt. 2: rindou haitani, shinichiro sano, chifuyu matsuno

pt. 1 ; mikey, mitsuya, baji

[fluff, kissing, timeskip]

RINDOU —

“You dated that loser?” 

You stiffen in annoyance at the sound of a familiar voice, the tone both rough and playful against your ear as its owner leans in close enough to be heard over the din of the party. 

The younger Haitani’s shoulder brushes against yours as he nods toward where Ran stands talking with several other people, your ex-boyfriend amongst them. 

“What’s it to you, Haitani?” you grumble, shooting him a glare. 

“Thought you had better taste,” he shrugs, running his fingers through his hair. 

“Did you just come over here to annoy me?” you reply, though it’s really a rhetorical question—this dynamic between yourself and Rindou is nothing new. 

He lives to push your buttons. 

Every goddamn one of them. 

“Oh no,” you groan, dread filling you as you watch your ex finally take notice of your presence. 

Rindou’s eyes narrow as he notes his approach, and he turns back to you. “Do you trust me?”

You nearly bark out a laugh. “Absolutely not.”

He rolls his eyes. “Well can you at least not be a brat for ten seconds?”

“What—“ 

You’re cut off by Rindou swiftly closing the distance between you, breath hitching audibly in your throat as he cups the side of your face in a way that’s far more soft than you ever thought him capable of. 

“Just go with it,” he murmurs, an emotion you can’t quite define flickering in his eyes before his mouth finds yours. 

All thoughts of your ex are promptly extinguished as your brain desperately tries to reconcile the warm, dizzy feeling flooding your veins with the person whose lips is eliciting this heady reaction. While the party carries on around you, you can’t hear a thing over the furious beating of your heart—save for Rindou’s chuckle when you gasp after he nips at your bottom lip. 

When you both finally break for air, the only word you can muster is, “What.”

The corner of Rindou’s mouth tilts upward as he points at the ceiling before walking away, leaving you to gape at the sprig of mistletoe above your head. 

SHINICHIRO —

“Why the hell is there so much mistletoe hanging around here?” you groan, glancing around the bustling Christmas party inside of S. S. Motors before turning to offer Inui a chaste kiss on the cheek. 

“Emma decorated,” Your best friend sighs, reaching up to flick the green leaves taped in the doorway above your heads. 

This is the second time you’ve kissed him on the cheek tonight, in two different locations, no less. On top of your earlier run-in with one of Shinichiro’s newer employees on the other side of the shop, whose cheeks had flushed a deep shade of red as he pressed his lips to your knuckles before scuttering off. 

Another hour goes by, and you’re further subjected to an obnoxious kiss on the forehead from Mikey that’s more of a raspberry than anything else, and a peck on the lips from Emma that has you both rolling your eyes as the room erupts in boyish cat calls. 

And yet, despite the overabundance of mistletoe to be found throughout the building, it’s of course not waiting above your head at the one moment you wish it was there—when Shinichiro finds you leaning against the front window, watching the snow fall lightly outside. 

He’s quiet when he approaches, but you know it’s him, even without turning your gaze. The scent of his cologne, intertwined with the familiar smell of motor oil that perpetually clings to him, is enough to send your heart stumbling in your chest, legs going weak under the weight of a crush you’ve silently harbored for far too long. 

“Hey,” he murmurs, smiling softly when you finally look over at him, and your insides instantly go warm despite the chill seeping in from the glass beside you. 

“Hey.”

He steps closer, and it takes everything in you not to do the same. 

“I know this is lame,” he starts, pulling a green and red bundle out of his pocket. 

You’re fairly certain you’ve forgotten how to breathe. 

“But Emma’s going to kill me if the whole point behind her decorating doesn’t happen,” he scratches the back of his head, looking sheepish.  

“Me?” you ask dumbly. “Us?”

Shinichiro runs his thumb along your forearm. “I’m bad at this,” he admits. 

You blink, still not quite sure you’re understanding him correctly. 

“But I’m two seconds from firing Inui if he kisses you again before I finally get to,” he laughs, scrubbing a hand over his face. 

Finally?

Oh. 

“Then what are you waiting—“

You’re cut off by the warm, steady press of Shinichiro’s mouth on yours, the shared outline of your lips broken only by your shared laughter as you kiss. 

CHIFUYU —

“Fancy seeing you here,” Chifuyu comments as the two of you find yourselves passing through the doorway in the kitchen at the same time.  Yet again.

It’s your third run-in with him this evening already, somehow. 

As dictated by the rules of the green object taped above you, you sigh dramatically. “I’m beginning to think you’re doing this on purpose, Chifuyu,” you joke, pressing a quick kiss to your friend’s cheek and ruffling his hair. 

You grin, despite the nervous flutter in your chest. The wanting ache in your heart. The way your fingers twitch at your side, begging for a reason to card through his soft locks with more purpose. 

He laughs warmly, and you try not to let yourself revel in the rich sound that you’ve come to love far more than you should. For the sake of self-preservation, you lightly punch him in the arm before continuing into the kitchen, but you’re stopped short by the feeling of a fingertips grazing yours. 

You turn to Chifuyu, nearly stumbling at the determined look on his face as he tugs you back toward him. 

“If I was doing this on purpose…” he trails off, cupping the side of your face. 

His eyes search yours, thumb brushing gently over your lower lip. Your lips part slightly of their own accord, a silent answer to a question you’re not quite sure he’s asking. 

“Then I’d do this,” he murmurs, hand sliding to the back of your head as his mouth finds yours. 

[carminecherry]

RAIN STAINED CRIMSON | mikey sano

this is part five of the series kill the lights

⇝ PAIRING: timeskip!biker!mikey sano x fem!reader

⇝ SERIES SYNOPSIS: after moving by yourself to tokyo, you black out at a party and wake up with a new friend. as she sweeps you up in her fast-paced city life, you feel yourself falling deeper and deeper for her mysterious brother. but something dark is brewing in the city. as his past threatens to resurface, mikey must fight not only physical enemies but the mental battle of his feelings for you. he can't resist you , but could he ever forgive himself if something happened to you? he'll love you selfishly and protect you savagely.

⇝ PART FIVE LENGTH: 3.6k words

⇝ PART FIVE WARNINGS: violence, injury, blood, distress (18+ minors do not interact):

all characters are 20+; Alternate Universe! Canon Divergent. you meet up with emma for another coffee date and get the debrief. however, on the way back to your apartment, the comfortable life that you've known will be stained in darkness. there is a world of suffering that has never touched your life until now... something is set into motion and nothing will be the same.

⇝ AUTHOR'S NOTE: this one was pretty heavy to write. happy spooky month but please take care of yourself! more chapters coming soon! keep an eye on the tags and stay safe! <3

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU ARE A MINOR. BY CLICKING THE READMORE, YOU CONSENT TO VIEWING ADULT CONTENT.

You woke to rain. The droplets tapping on your window, drawing you out of sleep. The sound is barely louder than the hum of your AC. It was peaceful. The darkness the thick clouds provided left you dozing in and out for a few more minutes. The sky was churning shades of black and gray, thick like torn wool. The gentle patter of the droplets didn’t match the scene.

You finally rise, starting your routine. Your phone is your companion this morning, as your TV screen sits, black. There was still a gnawing feeling after the news stories yesterday. Two violent attacks in one day are highly irregular, at least here in the city. You knew your mental health would suffer more if you shuttered yourself inside for a second day. Seeing Emma would be good. Surely, her sunshiny personality would wash away some of the anxiety prodding you for attention.  

You leave, locking the door behind you. The rainy weather provided some relief to the heat of the previous week. It came in gentle waves, washing over you and your umbrella. The commute to the café was uneventful. You had a dutifulness that kept you from burying your nose in your phone like you would normally do. You watched the world pass by out of the train window, thin streams of water chasing each other. With each droplet the stream acquired, it grew fatter and heavier, rushing across the pane. You entertained yourself with this as you approached your stop, placing bets on which stream would win.

Emma was waiting for you near the ticket gate. She lit up when she saw you and you already started to feel better, your shoulders relaxing. You tap your train card to exit and the moment you’re through the gate her arms are around you. You’re starting to acclimate to Emma’s physical affection. “It’s so good to see you!” she says, swaying with you. “You too! I’m glad to see you’re in one piece” Releasing you, she whines, “I thought I was gonna die yesterday!”

You begin the short walk to the café. “I thought you were gonna die two nights ago. How come it hit you so hard anyways. I thought you were some crazy party girl, shouldn’t you know your limits by now” You tease. At that, she taps her umbrella into yours, the droplets shaking off. “You see, it’s because I’m a ‘party girl’ that I willingly surpass those limits, my friend. Often.” With that, the two of you arrive at the café.

It's quaint, tucked under the train tracks. The old brick is covered in thick ivy that hangs heavy with rain water. You push open the door, greeted with cool air and the smell of freshly ground coffee. The grinder hummed pleasantly, the sound of soft music mingling with the ambient noise. Your eye is caught by the source of the music; a vintage record player. There is natural wood throughout and dark, warm accents.

It was cozy and small with only a few other people seated at the counter. One typing away at their laptop, another lost in the pages of a fat novel. You tried to peek at the cover to no avail as you approached the counter and ordered. There are two worn leather sofas near the front window, the ivy from outside giving some natural privacy. The two of you sit there, sinking into the seats. You chat, waiting for your drinks. You feel at peace

***

“I can’t believe I did that!” She said, burying her face in her hands. “It’s all good, I think Mikey and Draken took care of it.” You say, taking a sip of your iced coffee. “On my LIFE, I’m swearing off liquor!” You look at her incredulously. She flicks some of the condensation water from her glass at you. “At least until next weekend.” She compromises. “Speaking of, there’s an event at a club I promote at. I get plus three if you want on the list.” 

This grabs your attention, “Really? That sounds like a lot of fun! I’d totally be down. What’s the vibe?” “It’s a hip-hop place, they want more cute girls in there to drum up drink sales. Basically, we just go, shake ass, and get free drinks from guys that pay the event markup. The club makes a fat stack and we party for free.” She says devilishly.

You could get on board with that. It’d been ages since you’d gone clubbing. You used to be a bit of a club rat in your university years. You imagine that clubbing in the city would be more fun than at the grungy college clubs you used to frequent. A question popped into your head, “You said plus three, are you going to invite anyone else?” “Yeah, Senju already said yes. I wish I could’ve introduced you at the party. I know you guys are gonna get along great. I also invited Yuzuha. She’s gonna try to make it work with her schedule.” Emma says thoughtfully pulling out her phone. You nod, the prospect of making more female friends is exciting.

Emma turns her screen to you, displaying a pretty girl with short, fluffy, white-bleached hair. She’s pixie-like with small defined features. “This is Senju” Emma says, swiping through a few pictures on her social media page. “And this is Yuzuha.” Emma turns her phone back to you. Yuzuha is more mature in appearance, sensual. She has long, silky, coppery hair that falls over her shoulders. “They’re so pretty.” You say, awestruck, unable to look away from the pictures as she scrolled through Yuzuha’s feed. “Wait till you see them in person.” She winks.

“I’ll make a group chat later so we can coordinate and you can add them.” She says, placing her phone on the table. She laced her fingers together and rested her chin on them. “So, you and Mikey?” She says, a glint in her eye. Catching you mid-sip and off guard. You choke on your drink, some of it going down the wrong way. As you cough you manage, “What do you mean?” 

She laughs, a twinkling sound that cuts through the buttery air of the moody café. “You’re too easy to read. How charming~” The compliment adds to the redness in your face as you get your coughing fit under control. “No, I’m not.” You counter, doing your best to pull a stoic expression. She laughs in your face again. “You’re blushing ! Too cute, trying to be serious.” She gushes, your face growing hotter. 

“I mean, he gave me a ride home if that’s what you mean.” Turning to your drink for a distraction. “Boo~ you’re so boring. I’m talking about at the party. Gimme the goss.”  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You half mean it. You didn’t want to tell Emma about your dark fantasies about her brother . “Don’t be like that~'' She teased, the look in her eye told you she had something in mind. “Why? Did you hear something?” “You. Mikey. Sofa.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Oh, I mean we talked.” She hummed incredulously. “No, really. We just talked about bikes and stuff.” “Boooooring.” She huffs, thudding into the leather of the sofa as she reclines. “I thought it was gonna be something juicy. I heard you had him wrapped around your finger.” Your mind raced to replay the evening. In what way shape or form had you had that man “wrapped around your finger”. 

“You should check your source. I think they might’ve mixed us up with the couple on the sofa before us.” You pictured the pair again, their hot and heavy conversation. “He was practically inside of her before Mikey showed up.” Now this piqued Emma’s interest as she sat up from the sofa, leaning across the table to you, a conspiratorial look in her eye.

What had his name been? “Yeah, it was some guy Mikey knew, his name was like Hakk- something.” “Hakkai?!” Emma supplied excitedly. You shot her a finger gun, “That’s it! Blue hair, mouth scar.” You dragged your finger across your lips tracing the phantom scar the blue-haired man sported. “And she was GORGEOUS. Long brown hair, big,” You gesture to your chest, mimicking the woman’s endowment. “She was like on top of him. A houseplant might not have been the only thing Yuuki would be replacing if you catch my drift” The thought of cleaning velvet makes you cringe. “Once she saw Mikey she switched it up pretty quick though.” Remembering the way she had fawned under his gaze.

Emma made a face and snatched up her phone, “No. Way. Is this her?” Emma showed you a picture of the woman from the sofa, but in this picture she was in the arms of a different tattooed man. Another solid 10. “Yeah, that’s her!” You confirm. Emma makes a noise, fingers flying across her screen as she types a message to someone. 

“That’s Sera. Not to not be a girl's girl, but she’s a total wannabe and a homie-hopper. Hakkai should know better than that. I miss when he couldn’t even look at women.” You nod, soaking in the tea. Picturing a little Hakkai freezing up when a girl tried to talk to him was an endearing image. One in stark contrast to what you’d seen on Friday. “She’s been trying to get with Mikey for ages and she won’t take no for an answer. I guess fucking all of his friends is her plan B.”

You hum. You’d met your fair share of fuck boys and girls in university. After hooking up with a couple of them you decided that you preferred to stay out of the drama. “I guess that explains some things. They cleared out after he saw Mikey.” You sip thoughtfully, nearing the end of your drink. Remembering how Mikey hadn’t acknowledged the pretty brunette’s presence. It was starting to make more sense now. “That tracks” Emma replied, her phone buzzing but she makes no move to check it.

She finishes her drink, the ice settling as she returns the glass to its coaster. She runs her fingers up and down the side, tracing a pattern in the condensation. “Well, whenever you’re ready to talk about what happened with you and Mikey, let me know. He’s been acting weird all weekend” She said in a teasing tone. “Nothing. Happened.” You impress upon her. Tucking that crumb of information she tacked on at the end in your pocket. 

“Whatever you say~” She shrugs, finally checking her phone. She smiles rising from the sofa. “Mikey usually doesn’t let anyone on the back of his precious bike. So do with it what you will.” Two crumbs in your pocket. Your blush returns. You try to turn from Emma but it’s too late. She snickers.

“Let’s do this again, next Sunday. We can have ‘Sundates’.” She proposes. “I’d like that.” You smile moving to exit. “I’ve got some errands to run out here so I’ll split after we get to the station.” You nod. The two of you call back a ‘thank you’ to the barista as the bell above the door jingles.

You say your goodbyes at the station and board the train. The rain falls harder now, in heavy sheets that pelt the windows of your train car. The train lurches to a stop one station before your home station. The doors open to the platform and an announcement plays, “Due to extreme weather conditions, the service on this train line will be temporarily suspended. We apologize for any inconvenience.” The message plays on a loop and you curse how close you were to getting home. 

You weigh your options. Truthfully, it wasn’t a far walk. Maybe 15 minutes. The platform grew more crowded as people retreated from the rain. The growing crowd made you nervous and you decided a 15 minute walk is preferable to elbowing your way onto a packed muggy train when it does start running again. You ready your umbrella and venture out into the storm. Thunder clapped loud enough to shake the trees, a sprinkle of extra water added to the downpour you were battling. It was amazing how loud just the rain was.

Your visibility was poor and you were having second thoughts about this adventure. You were about halfway at this point, too late to turn back. Over the sound of the rain you heard something. A voice. You stop dead in your tracks, frantically looking for the source. Again, a voice cried out. The pain in the voice sliced through the deafening rain. Your body was moving before you could think. If you had, you probably would’ve frozen. You round a corner, carelessly splashing through the puddles in the sidewalk. You’re met with an alley, tucked between two large buildings, the space somewhat sheltered from the rain.

It was then you saw a figure crumpled on the ground and a larger one standing over them. The larger figure, a man, loomed over them. His dark hoodie drenched in rain. Your eyes scanned down his back and landed on the knife in their gloved hand. The blade reflected back a sickening red. Your body starts to shake. You want to run, to disappear. The body on the ground curled into the fetal position and cried out again. 

“Help! Someone. Please.” Their voice cracking. The gurgle in their words made your stomach twist. The hooded figure stomped them once, then again. The wounded cried out with each impact. “ Oi oi- .” The attacker punctuated each blow. “It’s no fun if you don’t fight back~” His tone was saccharin and sing-songy. It makes your skin crawl. “I swear I didn’t-” The attacker kicked them hard in the stomach. The sound of retching pushing you over your fear threshold. “ If you’re gonna FUCK around you better be ready to find OUT! ” The hooded man’s deep voice echoes off the walls.

Now was the time to act. You could slip away unnoticed, pretend none of this ever happened, or better yet, call the police and have them sort it out. But in your heart you knew that if something didn’t happen now, that person was going to die. Thunder crashed again and you took a deep breath, forcing your body to move. Your eyes land on a pile of trash, tied up for pick up. Next to the bags you see a rusted pipe. You wrap your fingers around it, wet and grimy. You test its weight in your hand, dropping your umbrella, breaking into a sprint. The hooded figure stooped, coming to kneel over the smaller who tried to crawl away. He raised the knife.

CRACK! It was a sick, wet sound as you brought the pipe down on the man’s head. His body went limp on top of the figure below. You kick the knife hard and far into a pile of trash bags before grabbing the wet material of his hoodie and heaving him off and away from the other. You step, splashing a puddle that stains the hem of your pants red. You rush over, kneeling next to the injured figure, their body shaking harder than yours. You let the pipe drop. The figure crawls to you, hugging your legs with little strength. You see now he’s just a boy. No older than 18. His lip trembles, tears pouring from his eyes. He looks so scared.

You move to cradle him, your body blocking the rain. “T-thank you.” He cries weakly. You nod, the lump in your throat prevents you from responding. You look him up and down, your vision blurring through the tears. You count 2 stab wounds to his chest and stomach. The red is spreading through the material of his T-shirt faster than you care for. You manage, “I’m going to call for an ambulance. Can you press on the wound?” You wiggle to free your phone from your pocket, fighting the water on your screen to dial the emergency number. “Which one?” He tries to chuckle before wincing. He still has a sense of humor, that’s a good sign. You hit the speakerphone button as the line starts ringing.

It quickly connects and you steady your voice, telling the operator, “Hello! Please, I need help. There’s been a stabbing, um..” You look around, realizing you don’t actually know where you are, “Are you at the location now?” the operator asks, she has a soothing voice. “Yes!” You say ardently. “Alright, I have your location on my screen now, we have emergency service vehicles on their way to you, but it’s going to be a few minutes. Are you with the victim now?” “Yes, I’m here, he’s here. He, uh, he has at least two stab wounds to the torso.” You tell her frantically. The words feel strange and clinical.

“Okay miss, we’re going to apply pressure to the wound. I want you to look for something you can use, like a towel or blanket.” You look around the dirty alley. “Nothing, there’s nothing.” You say, a sob escaping. “That’s alright, so what we’re going to do is, I want you to use your hands to apply pressure.” “I-I am. I’m doing that.” “Good, you’re doing great. EMS is almost at your location.”

The stab wound in his chest seems to open further as the red seeps between your fingers. You quickly adjust your hands to apply more pressure to the wound, wiping your tears on your sleeve. “Please tell them to hurry.” You say pathetically, more tears streaking down your face. He starts to fade, his eyes fluttering “No. Stay with me.” You say firmly. 

He’s fighting. He locks eyes with you, “I don’t want to die.” He whispers, voice cracking. “Please, please, please.” You mutter, each a prayer that EMS will arrive. “I’m scared.” He says with a strangled voice. “I’m here with you. I’m here.” You cry. “ Mom .” He begs. You hear from your phone, “We’re going to do this together. EMS is a minute away. Hang in there” You hear a groan as the hooded figure reanimates. The boy sobs out, his limp body unable to move.  “Please, please, please.” You pray. The hooded figure groans again, bringing a hand to his head.

“Miss, I need you to talk to me, what’s going on?” You hear the operator ask. “Police! We need the police. The man, he’s waking up.” You squeak, your veins feeling electric. Then you hear them. Sirens in the distance. “Police are on their way, miss. They’re almost there. You’re doing so well.” The operator encourages. 

The hooded figure pushes himself up feeling around. He sees the two of you, his masked face streaked with blood. His or the boys you couldn’t be sure, “ You bitch. ” He says venomously, his golden eyes searing into you. The sirens are so close. “Please.” You beg the universe. He looks around once more, seeming to hesitate before he takes off; staggering out of the alley. Your eyes follow after him, sure you'll see him reappear. 

The body in your arms slackens. “No!” You cry, jostling the boy. “No, please.” You move again to adjust the pressure. You see them from the other end of the alley, the flashing lights of the ambulance.

What happens after is all a blur. You lean back on the wall of the alley, watching them work. You can’t look at your hands but you feel the warm liquid growing cold and sticky. He has a pulse, you gather from the paramedics. He lost so much blood, too much blood. They load him into the back of the ambulance and they are gone. 

You don’t remember when, but the police must have arrived. You feel a blanket being wrapped around your shoulders as you're led to a police car. “Yes. No.” Those are the only words that remain in your vocabulary. “Miss, are you injured?” “No.” "We're going to have the paramedics check you, okay?" "Yes." “We're going to take you to the station the station to help us file the report, are you able to do that?” “Yes.” “Is there anyone we can call for you?” “No.”

You don’t know how long you were at the station. How many questions you answered. You hear word that the boy was in serious condition at the hospital but doctors were hopeful. They said you saved him but it hardly felt like it. There was a familiar hole in your chest. How long has it been since this old friend visited you? You let the world move around you, there was a child-like comfort in releasing control to someone else. That a parent knows best and will act in your favor.

A police woman, perhaps a decade your senior, takes you to another room. She has kind eyes and her touch is soft. She helps you change out of your clothes. She told you they would be evidence. She uses warm, wet rags to clean you. You sit there and let her gently wipe between your fingers. She is attentive and steady. She moves slowly, like you're something fragile. Right now, you are. The minutes tick away before she is dressing you in a light, baggy shirt and sweatpants that are a bit too big. You let yourself be led to a police car. The edges of the sky taking on that luminous blue that previews sunrise.

You ride in silence. It’s not long before you are home. The engine is turned off and the officer exits the car, opening the door for you. He offers you an arm and you take it. “If you need anything. Please call or message me. Any time.” He hands you a crisp, white business card. You pocket it, quietly thanking him. He walks you to your door and makes sure you get in safely. You stand in your entryway, back against your door until you hear the car pull away. You slide down the wall and sit there. The smell of the cheap, plastic shoes from the police station is unpleasant. Still, you sit.