#why the hell am i calling him mikey.

[sherwood-cabin]

Finished tema file 78 👍 what

[seokgyuu]

Coming back home for the summer hasn’t been fun in ages. Thankfully, that is just about to change when you lay eyes on Matthew who, according to Taerae, isn’t into older girls. Never backing down from a challenge you decide to approach him anyways - making yourself younger than you actually are and calling Matthew “oppa” more times than probably necessary.

Pairing: Seok Matthew x Fem!Reader

Genre: Comedy, Smut

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: Reader is actively lying to Matthew to get into his pants, loads and loads of usage of the word “oppa”, alcohol drinking (idk in what country this universe is, they call each other with honorifics but they kind of are in the states because i made the drinking age 21…. just don’t pay it any mind ok, it’s porn disguised as a funny story) , this work contains adult content! MDNI! Smut warnings under the cut!

Playlist: Hot in Herre - Nelly (you’ll get it), Yeah - Usher, Murder on the Dancefloor - Sophie Ellis-Bextor, Break Your Heart - Taio Cruz, Durch den Monsun - Tokio Hotel

A/N: thank you sm @xscoupsx for the perfect header & divider!!! absolute masterpiece i am still staring at it. finally got this worm out of my brain!!! take this with a grain of salt, it's all fun and giggles. Tags: @cheolism, @the-boy-meets-evil

When you get home that day it’s his number on your phone (that he saved as ‘matthew oppa’ of course) that pops up asking if you made it home safely. It’s Taerae’s number that pops up to let you know he’s blocking you. Giggling, you fall down onto your bed, your slippers hanging off your feet threatening to fall off any second, but instead of caring, you open up instagram. You find him quick and easy, Seok Matthew followed by Gyuvin and Taerae and Hanbin and basically everyone you know in this small town. How come you’ve never seen him before? 

Smut warnings: oppa kink, sexting, masturbation (f&m), unprotected sex (booo!), blowjob, cumming in mouth, lmk if i missed anything!

“Forget it. He’s not into older girls.”

Taerae is sipping on his milkshake watching you watch his former classmate and friend Matthew. You’re in the mall in Taerae’s hometown which also happens to be your hometown. You’ve left for college around a year and a half ago and coming back here never truly excites you anymore. Or at least it didn’t use to. Now, looking at the young man outside of Mikey’s Milkshakes handing out flyers with sweat dripping down his temples, you think that just about changed. 

“He doesn’t know that I’m older,” you shoot back, sucking on your own straw and enjoying the taste of peanut butter on your tongue.

“You look older, noona.”

A napkin hits Taerae’s forehead. It was you. You threw the napkin. He just chuckles and shakes his head

“No, you don’t get it. Matthew is… weird. Like he has this whole thing where he hates when people call him cute. He gets all upset and tells them he isn’t cute, he’s Woohyun oppa.”

While you do cringe, you also find it quite interesting. You’ve heard of this before - younger guys who didn’t like to be younger. He was Taerae’s age, so freshly 21 and attending the local college with Tae, which meant if anything he would have to go for girls 18 or 19 and, come on, they surely couldn’t please him like you! 

“How convenient,” you smile in a way that makes Taerae shiver in something close to fear, “I’ve always wanted to try calling a younger guy oppa.”

“You’re horrible,” Tae comments, shoving his milkshake away from him, “horrible and crazy. He is never going to fall for you being younger.”

“Really? Want to make this interesting then?” The evil grin on your face certainly means nothing but trouble. But it’s summer and this town is boring as hell with nothing ever happening. So, why not? Taerae shakes your hand, betting against you that you, in fact, will not succeed to bed Matthew. It’s not just pride that’s on the line but also free milkshakes for the rest of the summer. 

You somehow convince your friend Gyuvin to act like you’re his same age cousin from a different town. As it turns out he also knows Matthew. How does everyone know this guy but you? And why has no one ever mentioned to you how they have an extremely attractive friend who just so happens to have an oppa kink? 

It’s honestly a mystery to you how Taerae didn’t think you’d be able to pull off being a 04’ liner. You can pretend to be way younger than you are! You don’t look like you’re twenty-three! Matthew is eating out of your hand by lunch. He listens to you attentively and everytime you call him “oppa” he seems to melt into his chair. 

When you get home that day it’s his number on your phone (that he saved as ‘matthew oppa’ of course) that pops up asking if you made it home safely. It’s Taerae’s number that pops up to let you know he’s blocking you. Giggling, you fall down onto your bed, your slippers hanging off your feet threatening to fall off any second, but instead of caring, you open up instagram. You find him quick and easy, Seok Matthew followed by Gyuvin and Taerae and Hanbin and basically everyone you know in this small town. How come you’ve never seen him before? 

His profile isn’t private which means you didn’t have to follow him to stalk his 103 posts, but you still do. It saddens you that you can’t comment things like “you look so good, oppa” or “woah, that color looks so perfect on you, oppa”, but you digress. Sucking on a popsicle from the freezer, you scroll through his feed, seeing that he definitely hasn’t been this hot for a long time. There is a ringing in your ear and you try to lose it by scratching it. What the hell? Back to Matthew, please! Just last year he looked like a teenager freshly hitting puberty and now? He’s buff and handsome and just thinking about what might be under that shirt makes your thighs press together. Perhaps you have a serious problem because when you spot the highlight saying “gym” with the flexing arm emoji, you are already halfway down with your hand to touch yourself. 

His gym pics are a goldmine for your dirty fantasies and thoughts about the man you’re planning to seduce. There is one where he flexes his arm and grinning while winking into the mirror he’s taking the pic in. Then there is the one where he is sitting on the bench press, leaned forward with a half smirk, his tight tank top leaving nothing to the imagination. The shorts he’s wearing make you feel dizzy and as you imagine what his cock would look like and what he would feel like inside of you, you begin to circle your clit with your thumb, throwing your head back as you continue your fantasy. Matthew and you on that bench press, his strong arms holding you down as he fucks into you mercilessly. 

A ‘ping’ disrupts your session and you open your eyes, looking down to see he had texted you again. It’s almost comical - you thinking about him fucking you and touching yourself to that thought and him texting you a “it was so nice to meet you” message as if you weren’t thinking about him fucking your brains out. 

Sighing, you pull your hand out of your panties, wiping them off on your shorts and decide to text him back. 

matthew oppa: it was so nice to meet you

you: you too, oppa <3

matthew oppa: hehe

matthew oppa: so, what are your plans this week? 

you: hmm, not much… why?

matthew oppa: oh well, i was wondering if maybe you’d wanna go to a drive in with me?

you: ohh, like watching a movie in a car?

matthew oppa: yeah, exactly!

Now, this is where your current horniness decides to take over. Licking over your lips you sink deeper into your pillows, your slippers completely fallen off now, your legs spreading slightly as you stare at the screen, thinking about how you can make this guy jerk off to you right now without sounding too experienced. 

you: well… i would love to see you again, oppa, but…

matthew oppa: but…?

you: my friends… they told me some things about drive ins you know

matthew oppa: huh? what things?

you: uhm… like that when you go to a drive in with a boy… well you know 🙈

matthew oppa: oh

matthew oppa: y/n you don’t have to worry

matthew oppa: i won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, oppa promises 

you: that’s nice of you to say, oppa💕

you: but… what if i want something you’re not comfortable with? 

matthew oppa: what do you mean?

you: it’s embarrassing 🥺

matthew oppa: you don’t have to be embarrassed with oppa, yn 

you: ok if you say so…

you: it’s just that i know we only met today but

you: i just can’t stop thinking about you

matthew oppa: that’s cute 

matthew oppa: oppa can’t stop thinking about you too, if that makes you feel better baby

Baby. You bite down on your lip. As much as it makes you cringe it makes your pussy wet, the way he speaks and reacts, how he addresses himself as ‘oppa’. You wonder if maybe your need to get laid is taking over the intelligence you usually inhabit. 

you: really? 🥺

matthew oppa: yeah

you: are you also… thinking naughty thoughts, oppa?

matthew oppa: oh

matthew oppa: are you thinking naughty thoughts, baby?

you: idk… 🥺

matthew oppa: you can be honest with oppa, baby, i would never judge you

you: i am thinking naughty thoughts

matthew oppa: like what?

you: saw oppa’s instagram… your gym highlight

matthew oppa: you liked it?

you: a lot 🙈

matthew oppa: how much did you like it, baby?

you: so much that i got all wet… down there

You want to die and at the same time you don’t think you’ve been this wet (down there) in ages. Not the dude from the semester end party who had fucked you in the smallest bathroom known to mankind and most certainly not Jiwoong last summer. You wonder if anyone has ever made you this wet without even physically being present.

matthew oppa: fuck

matthew oppa: you got wet just from my pictures? you like oppa that much?

you: i do… it’s so embarrassing

you: stared at you the whole day today… now i want you to do bad things to me, oppa

matthew oppa: yeah? what do you want me to do?

you: wanna get on my knees for you and have oppa fuck my mouth 🙈

matthew oppa: shit… got my cock so hard from just reading that, baby. 

you: does oppa wanna fuck my mouth?

matthew oppa: fuck yeah. your mouth and your wet pussy baby

you: i’m so wet oppa, so wet for you 🥺

matthew oppa: can i call you?

He ends up calling you before you can respond his raspy voice on the other side of the line already telling you he’s getting off. What follows is just the two of you simultaneously masturbating while telling the other dirty things you wanna do to each other. He tells you how he wants to fuck you (his main fantasy seems to be you on all fours and him behind you drilling into you like a sledgehammer) and how you need him to fill you inexperienced pussy.

Obviously you don’t say that, you just hint at it. Matthew wants to be an oppa, he wants someone younger who looks up to him - especially in a sexual way. So, of course you’re gonna lie to him and tell him you’ve only had sex like twice and both times had been five minutes tops and you also had never had a guy make you cum or cum inside of you. All of these are lies. Your body count has gotten to a point of you not even remembering anymore and the amount of plan bs you had taken should probably be illegal. You’re not responsible when it comes to fucking and you are well aware. Matthew, though, doesn’t need to know this. 

When he cums with your name on his lips and you cum begging for him to fill you up, you call it a night. 

The drive in idea doesn’t come up again. You worry for a day that he might have lost interest. Then, you hear from Gyuvin that the drive in had to close because there was a fire and Matthew has just been swamped with work. You deem that as a good enough reason for him to leave you on read for approximately two seconds before it starts to piss you off. Thankfully, summers in your hometown promise extreme ragers every weekend to which you are sure Matthew will come too. At least you hope he does.

Out of all people, Jiwoong is the one to throw the first big rager of the summer and even knowing that Jiwoong could very easily blow your cover, you decide to go. With your sluttiest little dress and some skimpy underwear on, Taerae only sighs when you get into his car.

“You will give the man a damn heart attack,” he comments as he turns out of your parents driveway. You chuckle.

“Let’s hope that happens after I win that bet against you, Taetae.” 

“You truly are a horrible person. Lying to get into someone’s pants? Shouldn’t that be below you?” 

“Dramaqueen.” You roll your eyes and pull down the visor to open the small mirror and check your make-up. 

“I’m just saying,” Taerae continues as he stops at a traffic light, “watch out. If he finds out you’re lying chances are he’s gonna be mad.”

“Come on. I’ve lived in this town my whole fucking life. If anything it’s kind of his fault for not knowing me.”

It is odd. How he has apparently been in Taerae’s class all this time and neither of you knew each other. But then again, how were you supposed to know everyone? You don’t see Taerae looking at you with the biggest side eye. And even if you had, you probably wouldn’t have cared. 

Jiwoongs house is huge. His parents are both lawyers or whatever and you remember vividly how one of Jiwoong’s friends wanted to hit on you, some small unremarkable guy you had already forgotten the name of, and how Jiwoong saved you from him, getting your pussy as a thank you. In his parent’s room. You wonder if they ever found out.

There is already loud music playing when you get to the house, Tae parking his car in the last available spot on the street. Getting out, you try your best not to flash the people walking past you and Tae chuckles when you land on your heels a little shaky. You decide to ignore him and just start walking towards the door, him right behind you. Right at the entrance you already spot Gyuvin with Ricky and Gunwook and you raise your brows when you spot a red cup on the latter’s hand.

“It’s coke, noona, I swear!” He says the second you reach him, showing off the contents of his cup by tilting it slightly. Clicking your tongue you nod in approval, moving on to the other two. 

“Technically,” Gyuvin says, his own cup suspiciously close to his chest and far away from your glaring eyes, “you are the same age as us tonight, so…,” he seriously tries to talk him out of this. You put your hands on your hips and look at him, Ricky, his cup, Ricky’s cup. The two share a gaze before sighing and finally handing the cups to you. You smile triumphantly.

“Very good. Thank you, boys.” 

“Aaaand these are for me, thank you very much,” a voice startles you, taking the two cups from your hands. Your look to your right and see Taerae grinning widely.

“What? If they are underage, so are you, bestie.” 

Waving with his occupied hands, Tae goes inside humming along to the music. You groan and roll your eyes, knowing full well you did this to yourself but also hating Taerae because this was obviously all his fault.

“Now, now. We can all have a wonderful time without alcohol!” Gunwook smiles widely and if he wasn’t so adorable you might have punched him in the stomach. Instead, you just sigh once more and walk into the house, leaving the three boys behind.

Inside, there is a big crowd of people gathered in the spacey living room and your eyes are already scanning your surroundings for Matthew. While you really want him to fuck you (like so much you literally thought about not wearing any panties just for him. Then you put on your dress and realized there was no way in hell), you also need to stay in character. You are innocent, shy, a young girl who needs her oppa to show her the ropes. Perhaps, you are even a little insecure because he left you on read for two days, who knows?

It doesn’t take long to spot him. And when you do, you are suddenly thankful Tae took the cups away from you because you for sure would have dropped them. It’s almost comical that Nelly’s “Hot in Herre”starts playing right this second. 

Matthew has his hair styled up, a few strands falling into his forehead, his face so perfectly on display you want to place kisses all over it. And as if that wasn’t enough, there is a white sleeveless shirt on his muscular body that lets everyone know he is buff and proud of it. 

Fuck. You need him. Like, right now. 

No one has ever looked that fucking delicious, you decide. He is the yummiest person on this planet and you’re gonna have him. 

For a few moments, you only watch him. Watch how he talks to someone you don’t know, how he nips at his cup, how he laughs at a joke. It’s a miracle you haven’t started drooling. People keep on walking around you and only when one nearly runs you over, you decide to move closer to Matthew. So far, he hasn’t seen you. 

Biting down on your lip, you wonder how you could best catch his attention without going right over to him. The solution presents itself in the form of Hanbin standing leaned against the wall with a cup in one and his phone in the other hand. 

Showtime. You grin to yourself. Then, you get into character. 

“Hanbin oppa!” You squeal, loud enough for Matthew and the girl he is talking to hear. And when Matthew sees you, sees the way you beam at Hanbin, he feels a sting in his pride. His eyes burn into you, making you feel hot all over. 

Hanbin, on the other hand, is more than confused. Mainly because you’re older than him and just called him oppa. 

“Uh, what?” 

“Play along, or you’re dead,” you say with the same enthusiastic beam as before, your voice lowered for only Hanbin to hear. He clears his throat and nods. He knows not to mess with you and your antics.

“S-sure, uhm, whats up?” 

“Trying to make Matthew think I wanna fuck you instead of him,” you laugh loudly, as if he had said something funny, your left hand slightly hitting his shoulder, while the other twirls a strand of hair around your finger. Hanbin’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Right, Tae mentioned you were doing that.” He shoves his phone into the back pocket of his jeans and watches you with his brows still raised. 

“Don’t judge me, Sung Hanbin. I remember very well how you tried to get with Katie last summer and literally told her your dad invented fucking Microsoft.”

“Is it my fault she didn’t know Bill Gates?” Hanbin defends himself right away and you chuckle. 

“No. Is it my fault Matthew’s into younger girls?”

Hanbin stays silent for a beat, the song now changing to Usher’s “Yeah” and you wonder what decade you’re in.

“Fair point. But then again I’m just confused becau-,”

“Y/N!”

An arm is wrapped around your waist the next second, an arm you’ve been fantasizing over for days now. 

“Oppa, hi,” your eyes are basically hearts staring up at him. Hanbin thinks he’s very likely stuck in a simulation.

“Hyung,” Matthew smiles at Hanbin, but even someone blind could have figured out it wasn’t an actual smile, “I think Hao hyung is looking for you. Better go check on him, yeah?” 

Hao hyung  definitely isn’t looking for him. Hao hyung is upstairs with a cute boy and a cute girl and Hanbin is well aware. Taking this as his leave, he nods at both of you and leaves you to your idiotic game. 

“Hey,” Matthew now looks at you, eyes softening only slightly. 

“Hi,” you repeat yourself, biting down on your lip.

“I was hoping to see you here.” 

He moves closer to you, your back hitting the wall and his other hand tugging a loose hair behind your ear. 

“Did you? I thought maybe you weren’t interested anymore after we, you know….” You truly deserve an Oscar for the performance you’re giving. Matthew licks over his lips.

“After you came so good for me on the phone, you mean?” His eyes bore into yours and your panties are seemingly swimming away. 

“I- I, yes, after that.”

“Of course oppa is still interested, baby. Oppa just had a lot of work, oppa is sorry.”

He leans closer to you, both hands now on your waist and you can feel the growing tension.

“Oppa..,” you whimper when he is right there, so close to kiss you. 

“Oppa has been thinking about you and your tight pussy all week, will you let Oppa fuck her?”

You moan when his hands creep around and squeeze your ass. 

“W-We didn’t even r-really talk!” You cry after, but Matthew just chuckles, his lips hovering over your own. 

“We can still talk after, doll. Now I desperately need to sink my cock into you, ‘am already so fucking hard.” 

And then he kisses you. Kisses you hard and so full of lust and desperation your knees give in. He pulls you closer against him and you can feel he didn’t lie. He is hard. You decide not to give it too much thought as of why. 

Instead, you part from him, breathlessly and grab his hand to take him to the one room you know for sure won’t be occupied. 

Matthew’s hands are all over you. Groping your boobs one second, then they are back on your ass, all while Murder On the Dancefloor blasts through the house. Desperation radiates off of him and you bathe in it. Bathe in the way he drags your dress up and touches every second of skin he frees. His lips chase yours in haste and you wrap your arms around his neck, letting him push you towards the large bed in the center of the room. 

“Shit, you’re so hot,” he whispers against your lips and you suck his tongue into your mouth as a response. You know he’s already hard. Can feel it when you press your hand against his crotch. He moans and kisses you harder, tongue continuously slapping against yours like he needs to prove a point. 

Your back hits the bed seconds later, his thigh pressed between yours against your clothed cunt that’s already throbbing with want. 

“Want you so bad, oppa,” you cry out, hands fumbling with that god forsaken muscle shirt that has got your pussy wet the second you spotted him in it. He rips off his body the next second and you sigh in absolute bliss. Immediately, you move to touch his toned torso, his defined abs, his perfect shoulders. Fuck, he is incredibly hot. 

“Yeah? Want oppa to fuck you, hm?” His voice is deep and raspy against your ear and you nod rapidly, moving your hips against his thigh. Matthew chuckles, hands back to squeeze your tits, causing you to arch your back against him. His touch feels intoxicating, already got you addicted. It’s the way he is still oh so desperate for you. His kisses are sloppy and his cock is hard against you, his hips moving for any kind of friction. A part of you wants to take your sweet time with him, put him in your mouth, have him come undone on your tongue. Work him so long until he can fuck you for real. But there is a party downstairs and people will eventually notice you’re gone. 

“Put it in me, oppa, please, please, please.” 

He groans at your begging, his head nodding as if in trance, quickly ridding you of your panties and himself of his pants. You watch with a heaving chest how he doesn’t even fully shove his jeans and briefs down his legs, how they pool there at his ankles as he gets on his knees and flips you over. You gasp in surprise, another enormous wave of lust overcoming you when he pulls you up, your ass in the air, the perfect position for him to fuck you like he wanted to. 

Matthew is surprised he isn’t foaming at the mouth with you in front of him like this. His eyes are glued to your glistening pussy, his cock hard against his stomach. Grabbing his cock, he jerks himself off a few times before guiding himself to your entrance - only to stop just before he breaches you.

“Shit, I don’t have a condom,” he curses. You look back at him.

“Just pull out, Matthew, please.” 

In your impatience you forgot to call him “oppa”. For a second you’re worried but he is too distracted by you wanting him to fuck you raw he doesn’t even notice the missing honorific. 

Without any more hesitation, he finally sinks into you, his thick head stretching you out just the way you hoped it would. Your fingers grab the bedsheets, eyes falling shut as you get used to the way he feels, inch by inch. And, shit, does he feel good. 

Matthew is scared he’ll come right away when he bottoms out. His cock has never felt more comfortable inside anyone before. Almost as if he was made to fuck you and only you. Thankfully, he doesn’t immediately shoot his load and instead begins to move. And really, he tried to start slow and steady, he really did. But he’s just a horny dude, in the end. His thrusts are rapid and hard and you feel like you’re high. Your thoughts are empty, there is only him and the way he fucks you like an animal. All you feel is your rising orgasm, your pussy squeezing him over and over, your moans getting louder and louder. Matthew isn’t quiet either - both of you seem like you’re harmonising as he fucks you from behind with gluttal moans escaping him every few seconds. His eyes are rolled back and his hands are around your waist, holding you so hard you’re sure there will be marks later on. You are more than ready to welcome them. 

“You- You take oppa’s cock so fucking well, fuck,” Matthew is so close to finishing, you can feel it. 

“Oppa fucks me so good! Don’t stop!” You push your hips against him and he gifts you another one of his melodic moans that have you gushing over his cock. He curses under his breath. 

“Yeah, I can feel how much you like oppa fucking you, such a naughty girl, aren’t you?” His nails dig into your skin and you cry out, his dirty words doing exactly what they are supposed to: bring you close to the edge.

“Ngh- Oppa! Gonna c-cum!” Your mouth hangs open, drool landing on Jiwoong’s parent’s bed. Matthew’s head is spinning and he does his best to keep fucking you exactly like this. He wants you to cum before he does, wants you to cum on his cock, wants to feel you squeeze and clench around him. Wants your release to be the finishing touches for his. 

And when he leans slightly forward, his arm creeping around you to press his thumb to your clit, you can feel the knot tighten and finally explode. 

You’re cumming hard around his cock, vibrating around him with nothing but utter pleasure. You keep calling for him, tell him to keep going, to fuck you through your orgasm and he manages to pull out of you just when you deem yourself satisfied. Quickly, he jerks himself off, ready to finish on your ass, when suddenly you are right there, your mouth around his tip, catching his spurts of cum that shoot out the second he feels your lips around him.

“O-oh, f-fuck! Yeah, t-take all of oppas cum! Fuuuuck!” He pushes you further down his cock, nose in his neatly trimmed pubic hair, more and more strings of his cum gushing down your throat. You swallow every last bit, even lick him clean when he pulls you back, his eyes meeting yours. 

“That was insane,” he says, helping you sit up fully. You grin and pull him down into a kiss he is more than happy to return. 

With your clothes back where they belong, the two of you walk out of Jiwoong’s parents room only to run into… Jiwoong. A mad Jiwoong. Who has a girl with him. A girl who looks more spooked than she should considering she came up here with Jiwoong for probably the same reason as you and Matthew did.

“Oh, hey!” You chirp and Jiwoong looks from you to Matthew and back. 

“���Oh, hey”? Are you fucking with me?” 

“Pretty sure I was just fucking with him, oppa,” you counter, thumb pointing over your shoulder and at Matthew who awkwardly lifts his hand in a wave. Jiwoong groans. 

“Would you give us a second?” He says to the girl and the girl rolls her eyes but finally nods, making her way down the hallway and back downstairs, where Taio Cruz’s Break You Heart is most definitely making the people lose their shit on the dancefloor.

“Yo, hyung, sorry, I know this is your parents room and all, but-,”

Jiwoong raises his hand and Matthew stops speaking. 

“Frankly, I don’t give a fuck, thank you very much. I am more interested in what the fuck this is.” 

He points between you and Matthew and the two of you share a look.

“What- what do you mean?” You ask, continuing to play innocent. 

Jiwoong blinks.

“Are you- are you for real?” 

With being so focused on not understanding what the fuck Jiwoong is on about, you fail to see Matthew using his hands to gesture to Jiwoong to stop talking!

“Jiwoong oppa, what is your problem?” You ask, crossing your arms. 

“My- what my problem is? Jesus, Y/N, just last summer you turned Matty down and instead went to fuck me and now this?”

“What are you talking about, what Matty, wha-,” 

Matty. Matt…y… Matt….hew. Oh.

You remember. Remember the friend that had hit on you, the small unremarkable guy that you couldn’t even remember the name of when you tried. You hadn’t been mean to him, just politely said no and while he did take it as an answer, he still tried to make conversation. Matty. 

Slowly, you turn to Matthew, your mouth hanging slightly open. He is red as a beet and one of his hands is rubbing his neck awkwardly. 

“You- you are Matty?” You ask. After another beat of silence (not really silence considering there was still a party going on) he nods.

“Yes, that would be me.”

You are dumbfounded. Flabbergasted. In shock. Your arm flies to Jiwoong’s shoulder to hold yourself steady.

“But you are- you are so-,”

“You told me you saw the gym pics, didn’t you?”

Oh yeah, you did. 

“You know I am not younger than you?”

“Younger than him, wha-,” Jiwoong chimes in, but neither you nor Matthew pay him any mind.

“Yup.” He pops the “p” at the end and you feel like you’re about to faint.

“So… everyone knows…. you know?” 

“Yup,” he repeats.

They are playing fucking Tokio Hotel downstairs now. 

“Right. Right, sure. That- uh, my bad.” You stand up straight again, letting your hands run over your dress. 

“Noona-,” Matthew starts, but you hold up your hand. 

“Let’s not. I need to let this sink in.”

You walk down the stairs and of course Taerae is leaning against the frame of the big arch, grinning from ear to ear. There is no way of knowing how he even fucking knows what just happened, but he does. When you finally get your hands on your first drink of the night, you are sure the bet was all part of the plan you were so kindly left out of. 

Later, when you spot Matthew with Hanbin and Gyuvin and your eyes meet, you tip your cup at him. Well played.

“If it makes you feel better, he probably would have had you call him oppa during sex anyways,” Ricky says from next to you and you close your eyes. 

This is going to be a long summer. 

[staystraykay]

TokyoRev Dad's: Baby's First Words

Sup Freaks! Sorry I've been very MIA lately. Had a lot of things to take care of and sadly I just couldn't fit any time into writing for you guys. But I am back and ready to kick ass!

So, we're starting up the TR Dad series and we are starting strong. Baby's first words and the line up for the comback is:

Rindou---Ran---Mikey

So let's rock-n-roll buttholes!

RINDOU

“Come on, honey. Say mama.” You begged your nearly one-year old daughter. 

Raiya had begun babbling and baby talking a couple of months ago. She’s made up her own little words for things she wanted or needed, and sometimes you had to have your five-year-old son Rhys to translate for you. Like when she started calling her comfort blanket her shushie. You didn’t have a single clue what she had been crying for all day until Rhys came in and handed her the small purple blanket.

“You wanna say it. I know you do.” You said playfully, making her giggle and clap her hands together repeatedly. “Mmmah mmmmah.” You said slower, making a funny face to try and trick her into mimicking you. 

“Y/N?” You heard Rindou call out after you heard the door open and shut. 

“In Raiya’s room.” You answered before clapping you hands. “Ma ma. Come on, Rai. I know you can do it. Say ma ma.” 

“Hey, Angel.” Rindou hummed as he came into the room, blonde hair pulled half back, kissing the top of your head before joining you on the tiara rug. “Princess,” he cooed down at his daughter who was smiling and clapping.

“Hi Daddy!” Rhys came running into the room, launching himself onto his father’s back.

Rhys’s blonde hair was getting longer and along with his downturned eyes your sweet baby boy was looking more and more like his father every day. He even picked up on his dad’s death glare, which he mimics when he doesn’t want to do what you’ve asked.

“Hey buddy!” Rindou chuckled and reached his arm around to support the boys weight, carefully so he doesn’t fall. “Were you good for momma today?” He raised a brow and the little boy smiled and nodded his head.

“Yup.” He popped his p with a giggle.

“What about school?” Rindou pushed further.

“Green card all day.” Rhys said proudly with his chin held up. “Kouta had to move his card to yellow today.”

“Really? Why?” Rindou mocked a gasp.

You always loved that Rin was good with kids. Hell he was great with you even. So watching him be a dad, being a great father who was involved in his kids lives, well it made you fall deeper in love with him. When he had to work out of town he always called ever free second he got to talk to the kids, and with you. You were worried when you first found out you were pregnant with Rhys. You were only seventeen and rindou had barely turned eighteen when you found out. At the time you were afraid you were so young and he was involved in such harsh work you thought maybe he’d bail. But he hasn’t. Not for a single second once since the day you told him about Rhys. And when he found out about Raiya, and that it was a girl this time, oh you wish you could go back and relive the excitement and joy written all over his face. 

“He threw a car at Kenzia’s head.” Rhys sighed. “I told him not to, daddy. Is told him whats you told me. Haitani’s don’t hit girls, unless it’s their butt because they like that.”

“Rindou!” You gasp and smack his chest. “Rhys, honey, you don’t hit gets period.”

The five year old snorted and looked at his dad with a matching smirk and said, “ok momma.”

Oh when this boy gets older you have no clue what you’re going to do.

“Daddy doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” You sigh and toss a half hearted glare at your husband. “Daddy’s been hit one too many times.”

“Da~” you heard your daughter attempt to mimic.

You snapped your attention back down to her in shock. “What was that? You got it, Rai.” You smiled. 

She looked up at you and Rindou with her big violet eyes. “Da~ Da~” she babbled again.

“Come on, Princess. Almost there.” Rindou encouraged her, picking her up.

“Da da.” She pushed out with a big smile on her face, giggling and shrieking in her little baby excitement. “Dada! Dada!”

“Yes! That’s right, Princess. Dada is right here!” He cheered and smirked over at you. “Suck it. She said dada first.”

You glare and roll your eyes. “So? Rhys said mama first and he was our first born, so I still get the crown.”

Rindou smirked down at you and leaned in to peck your lips. “Mmm,” he hummed as he pulled away, “you’ve always had the crown baby. My first princess.”

“Ew,” you laughed and pushed him away before getting up. “I’m the queen.”

“My queen.” He added with a sexy knowing look. “Maybe we can make another little Prince or Princess tonight when the kids go to sleep.” He muttered into your hair before picking up both kids and running out the room to play with them.

Good God, what have you done to deserve this amazing man?

RAN

“You’re hovering, Love.” Ran sighed as he walked in to the living room to see you and your son on the couch. 

For hours now you have been trying to get your son Kouta to say something. Anything. You were getting impatient and you wanted to hear him say something. You could have sworn he said ball this morning but Ran said it sounded more like a burp. So, here you were laid on the couch, son on your lap giggling because his momma was making funny sounds and faces.

“He’ll say something when he’s ready to. No need to rush the process.” He added before leaning over the back of the couch and booped your son on the nose with one of his long fingers. “Ain’t that right, kiddo? Tell momma it’s ok. You’ll talk when you’re ready.”

You glared before flatly saying, “Rhys said his first word yesterday.”

Ran snapped his eyes to you and said, “really? Rin didn’t tell me.”

You shrugged and went back to playing with your son. “Katie called me yesterday and told me.”

“What was it?” He asked you, brows raised.

You shrugged again as you made a funny face to make your son laugh. “She didn’t say. We were on the phone and I guess he said it just then because she rushed me off the phone.”

“So she didn’t tell you, you just happened to be on the phone with her when he said it.” He deadpanned. 

“She still would have called me.” You defeneded.

“Mmmm sure.” Ran continued to tease. “You’re not special.”

“Am too!” You snapped back, obviously letting him under your skin.

“Are not.” He amusingly continued. He always did love to see you all flustered and your feathers are ruffled up. It was satisfying to know that even after all these years and now a kid, he still could rile you up like this.

“Are so! Now take it back, Ran!” You pout, feelings slightly hurt.

You were a princess dammit. He better start remembering that.

“Mmmm no.” He sighed.

You looked to your son and faked cried. “Dada is so mean, bubba.”

Your one year old son looked at you and pouted. He looked to his dad and slapped his chubby little hand down on his dad’s head before curling up in your chest.

“Mama.”

Did he just-

“Aw, baby.” You cooed as he rubbed his little head further into your chest. 

“Mama.” He repeated and you were just about ready to pass out.

“Someone’s protective over their momma.” You cooed and squeezed the baby close to you. “Mommy’s big protector.”

“Hey now, you don’t have to protect her from me.” Ran pouted and joined you on the couch. “I love momma too.” He whined.

Kouta looked at his dad and then looked at you.

“I know. He’s so whiney.” You said to your son, teasing your husband.

“Y/N.” He whined again.

You roll your eyes and look at your son. “What do you say? Should we share cuddles with dada?”

“Mama!” Kouta cheered and snuggled further into your chest.

“Sorry, Ran. You heard the kid. Momma only. No dad.” You taunted and mocked a shrug.

“Yeah right.” He scoffed before scooping you both up into his arms and curling up with you two. He looked at his son who was giggling. “You can share momma. I had her first anyways.”

MIKEY

Kaito, your five year old son, was helping you today and keeping his ten month old sister Miyo distracted for you. You needed the help today honestly. Miyo had woke up at six this morning and she hasn't ran out of energy yet. And with Mikey off handling 'business' today you had absolutely no help.

So, while you worked on making lunch to take up to your husband, Kaito decided he would step up and keep Miyo distracted. He was currently playing peek-a-boo with her on the living room floor. You could hear the gurgling giggles in the kitchen and every once in a while a childish 'boo!'.

"Kaito, honey, please go get your shoes and grab your sister's too." You called from the kitchen as you started to wrap up the bento box up in the black fabric.

"Yes ma'am." He called back and you could hear his little feet thudding off to his room.

"Hi Princess!" You cheered in a fake excitement for your daughter. She turned her little head towards you, her blonde hair cascading down from two pigtails. She clapped her hands with a big smile on her chunky little face. "Wanna go see daddy?" You asked and she squealed. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Here you go, Momma." Kaito said as he handed you Miyo's pink sparkly shoes Mikey just had to get her.

You son sat next to you and slipped on his spiderman light-up shoes before standing up to help you get things together. He honestly was mommy's little helper. You're going to cry when he grows out of this.

"I got Miyo's stroller ready, Momma. Daddy's lunch is in the bottom." He stated before he went to grab your purse off the kitchen table.

"Ok, buddy. Thank you." You smiled as him after you finally wrestled your daughter's shoes on. "Come on, Princess. Let's go see daddy." You sighed and stood up to strap her into the stroller. "Kaito, when we get outside you jump on the back ok? We gotta get there quickly today."

"Yes ma'am." He called from the front door that he was already unlocking.

You finally got both out the door and closed the house up. The walk to Bonten wasn't far from your house. Mikey liked to stay close in case he needed to get to the office for an emergency and also he said hiding in plain sight was always the best option. What cop would believe a known mobster was living a block away from his office? You didn't necessarily agree with that, but if Mikey went in he'd be coming right back out anyways so you didn't care. Half the damn city was in Bonten's pockets.

Thank you Kokonoi.

"Momma, can I push the livater button?" Kaito asked, still not quite getting the hang of the word elevator.

You smile down at him and rub his pale blonde hair. "Sure. You remember daddy's floor number?"

"P for pimp house!" He cheered.

"Pent house. Pent." You quickly corrected.

Sanzu probably taught him that.

You're going to rip his pink hair out.

"Penthouse." Your son repeated, feeling out how the word formed in his mouth.

You sighed as pushed the stroller up to the elevator doors. "Ok, Kaito, push the button pointing up."

"Ok!" He cheered and jumped off the back of his sister's stroller. "Up!" He chanted as he did his little happy dance waiting for the elevator to come down. "Up! We goin up! Right, Miyo?" You adored how your son always thought to include his sister. It made you a proud momma.

Miyo squealed again which made both you and Kaito laugh.

The elevator dinged and before the doors could fully open up, Kaito was already jamming his small body into the metal box. You tried to reach out to grab him in case anyone was in there he didn't need to see, but lucky you it was only Kokonoi.

"Uncle Koko!" Kaito cheered before launching him at the Chanel dressed man.

He looked up from his phone and saw you before looking down to the mini version of his boss. "Kaito. Y/N." He nodded to you before bending down to talk to your son as you joined them on the elevator. "How's the prince today?" Koko asked kindly before ruffling your son's hair.

"I'm good. I helped momma today." Your son bragged before giving the filthy rich man a big smile.

"Did you now? How'd you do that?" He played along.

It was always so funny to you how well Kokonoi did with kids. Normally boujie rich people don't like kids. They think there gross or loud or sticky or hazardous or in most cases all that wrapped up in a three foot body. But oddly not Koko. He loved Kaito and Miyo both. You remember all the too nice Chanel baby clothes he tends to get for both of them. The damned wind suit your son had on is an overly expensive Nike set Koko gifted to him as 'clothes you can get dirty'.

"Lots of stuff! But I mostly play with Miyo for Momma, so she can get things done." Kaito smiled even wider as Koko laughed and told him how good of a job he was doing.

"You coming to see Mikey today?" Koko asked you.

You nodded and said, "He forgot to grab lunch, and I refuse to let you guys suffer. I know how mean he can be to you guys if he doesn't eat." You chuckled sympathetically.

Koko nodded knowingly. "I was just on my way to the convenient store to get him something. He's been testy today."

The elevator dinged and opened up to the bonten pent house. Your son dashed out quicker than either you or Koko could react and before you knew it your five year old was out of sight.

"Kaito, wait!" You called.

You really needed to explain to him why he couldn't just run around in daddy's office. Or come up with a kid friendly reason. Telling your five year old that his father is a mobster who's killed people and beaten other's in this very office until they were unrecognizable.

"Daddy!" You heard your son cheer.

"Kaito?" The panic and confusion in your husband's voice was clear. "Where's your mother?"

"I'm right here." You sighed as you rounded the corner to see Mikey on the couch along with the Haitani brother's who were passing a joint back and forth and Sanzu who was cleaning his gun. "Kaito, I have told you, you cannot run away from mommy." You sighed as you gripped your son's shoulder.

"Uncle Sanzu what's that?" Kaito ignored you and asked the pink hitman about his gun.

"Huh? This? A nine-"

"It's nothing you need to know." You cut him off and glared at the man.

"Put it away." Mikey growled lowly and the hitman nodded and quickly took the 9-milimeter to his office.

Before you could turn on the Haitani's you heard the sliding of the balcony doors and saw the two finishing their roll on the balcony. At least the two of them had some type of manors. Who the hell starts breaking down what a gun is to a five year old? It's not like he doesn't have kids of his own. He has a son just a couple years younger than Kaito at home.

"Hi, Princess!" Mikey cheered as he picked his daughter up our of her stroller. "How's daddy's favorite girl?" He cooed as she squealed and giggled.

"Excuse me?" You snapped and raised a brow.

Mikey stiffened and then looked at you with a wink before kissing your brow. "Besides you my love."

"Mmmhm. Sure." You mocked rolling your eyes. "Well, your favorite girl has kept momma up since six this morning. Just playing and playing." You smiled at your daughter and cooed.

"Has she? You gotta let momma get her sleep, Princess. She's mean to daddy if you don't." Mikey teased and you shot him a quick glare.

You both started playing with her when Kaito started playing with his miniature soccer set Mikey kept at the office for him. Said he always wanted to make sure his kids could come visit him and have something fun to do.

Miyo noticed her brother and started babbling for him.

"You see bubba?" You asked as Mikey bounced her.

She looked at you then back at Kaito and suddenly screeched out, "Bu-ba!"

You and Mikey both froze and then looked at each other.

"Did she just-"

"Uh huh." You nodded.

"Bu-Ba! Bu-Ba!" She called out again and again, getting better every time.

Mikey finally put her down and she crawled off quickly to her brother, calling him as she did so. You looked over to Mikey and saw the pout on his face.

"Manjiro," You warned, "let your son have this."

"But I wanted to be her first word. I'm dada!" He pouted aloud to you.

You rolled your eyes and pecked him on the lips. "You're always going to be her daddy and she's always going to be your princess. Her first word doesn't change that. And you should be happy your daughter loved her brother. Maybe they'll be close and we'll be some of those lucky parents with kids who get along."

"Doubt it." Mikey scoffed. "Emma and I use to fight from sun up to sun down. Enjoy this while you can."

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Worth it- 141 & Laswell

pic credits: @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot (left)and @ave661 (middle)

Based on a request: Wait, wait, first of all hope you're doing well and make sure to drink a glass of water if you haven't already. Cozy? Yeah? Okay, Can I request something (you can choose whether it's a HCor not,etc etc) on how TF141 would react to meeting a teen boy around 15-16, who's like a genius in engineering, mathematics, and physics? Like the boy could legitimately build a rocket if he had the time, help and materials. Maybe the meet him because he got in trouble with the government for unknowingly making a weapon? Maybe he made it for a class assignment and it was stolen without his knowledge? Whatever you think makes sense here. Leaving space for you to enter your own creative thoughts, just the general idea of it. The boy is based on a character of mine from a book I'm writing, his name his Michael, but ofc you can switch that up however you wish. Have fun with this one Ignore if it doesn't sound fun to ya <3 ---- M!Reader, genius!reader, platonic!relationship? ----

A/N: drank enough water, thanks for the reminder <3

Y/N, the name of the unknown internet user that had been chased by many governments and caught by the one and only Task Force 1-4-1.

You created something so dangerous that no one believed Laswell when she told her bosses the age you had when you started all this. You created the one thing most geniuses working for the government didn't know existed outside of the numbers and graphs they had done for it. At first, the FBI had named you un-sub A. Now, they can finally put a name to the unknown face.

How were you caught? Well, it wasn't easy, let's start there. When all this mess began, you were no older than fifteen. You are practically a ticking bomb to the government so when they heard that someone was asking the right questions to chemists around your city, they began to search for you. Laswell at the time was on a small break from work but the journals you had left in your parent's home when you ran away one rainy day.

In the journals, Laswell found all she needed to have a task force assigned to find you. She called it Operation Mikey, the name was just to fill in the void of the one thing she couldn't find, you.

Your parents weren't much help in giving your name, hence why Mikey became a temporary replacement. With them high off any drug and you on the run with the rest of your journals, Price was tasked with finding you and making sure you were secured in their care.

For three months, you ran away. Moving to different cities and continuing your research of the chemical weapon you fabricated in your bedroom, the same one Laswell had locked in a laboratory somewhere in the capital of the country.

In month four, you found an abandoned building in the middle of the desert. That's where your laboratory, if you can call it that, began.

For months after that, you collected data and it wasn't until nine months later that Soap found you trading chemicals with some scientist that you were caught.

Once you were brought in, they had realised so much about you. You were way younger than what their profile had thought of, much more intelligent than they'd think a person your age was and so skilled in engineering, mathematics, and physics.

"Why didn't we find his information sooner," Laswell questions her bosses. "Kid was never even registered by his parents." The man on the phone answers. "How the hell did he even get this kind of education then?" She asks again but you had that answer.

"My parents just bought me books and hired a weird guy from the street to teach me anything," you respond and Price chuckles. "Bullshit, kid. Now tell us, how the hell did you get all of these journals?" He points to the evidence bags. Your research of months now being read by other scientists.

"I am the creator of them, not let me go," you protest against Ghost's grip on you. "No chance," Price barks. "What's your real name?" Laswell asks you. "Y/N," you answer knowing it was either this or get thrown in some federal prison.

"And you created this weapon? do you have any idea how dangerous it is to create something like this? How many people it would take to create a mathematical concept and then make it into a physical form?"

"It's not that hard, lady," you answer with an attitude. Were people this dumb?

It took hours, lots of bribing and one request from Soap and Gaz to give you food for you to open up. What? you are a teenager who needs enough food for growth, of course, you'll talk once they give you food. Talking and having to dumb it down took hours though. After all, how can you explain to hardheaded soldiers about probability theory, and why it mattered so much to your project that it took ten trials and two journals worth of failed work to get?

Laswell was more than impressed, no seriously, she was like a proud mother listening to you explain every page and even give notes in only a way that a teenage boy would to idiotic adults like them. She thought it was so adorable how a boy your age would throw nerdy jokes into the explanations and how she watched you be the only one to laugh at them.

Ghost would often smile when you'd give a snarky comment to Price. Don't get him started on the chuckles he let out when you threw a few old man jokes at Price or made comments on Soap's weird hairstyle. The comments towards Gaz were funny but also adorable how you tried to find more reasons to get him annoyed.

Price thought of his son who was about your age when you'd get excited over your most recent discovery for the weapon you had created. It was nice to know that behind all that matter in your head, you were still a kid. It was even nicer when you'd make the jokes no one understood but secretly, Price's nerdy self understood some jokes.

Gaz saw his younger brother in you, which is why even when you made jokes at his expense, he would let them pass. The way you looked at him when having to explain things was nice in some way but it was way funnier when you called Soap the smart one of all four for being able to understand the way bombs work better than anyone and then have Ghost shake his head and tell you, "that man is just a muppet, don't believe what we tell you about his work."

Soap was fascinated by you for sure. Just like Price, he understood some of the jokes, even the cheesy puns you made about certain elements. He liked you, it was something fresh from the people he usually deals with.

The team, for the past few days, grew to adore the nerdy man you are. Yeah, you teased and even called them out on wrong facts but it was new. It's good to have someone so intelligent and be so honest with them this time. What was funny is that you know so much about many topics few understand but you don't know much about real life outside of the nerdy realm you live in. It's a nice feeling when passing by Laswells office you find a framed picture of the day Ghost and the other men of the team taught you about hunting and even how to play baseball, something you sucked at in the beginning but have gotten better over time.

It's like having four funny, serious, and cool dads and an amazing mum whilst being taken care of at the base the team called home.

A/N: I hope this was somewhat okay and good luck on your book!

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[musings-ofthe-unamused]

Are You Delusional!?! (Tokyo Revengers)

Pairing: Mikey x Reader

Word Count: 770

Warnings: Heavy, heavy manga spoilers

A/N: I hate mikey so much I just wanna shake him

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!! BE WARNED!!!

This had to be a joke. There was no way in hell that your boyfriend of six months had just told you that he used to time travel. Sure, Mikey was… eccentric, to say the least. He was truly a nerd past that rough exterior he tries to keep up. Your eyes narrowed as you stared at Mikey. He stared back with a completely serious look. 

"I'm being serious."

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am!"

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "Is this some game you played when you were in that goofy gang when you were younger?"

"It's not goofy!" Mikey's expression formed into a pout as he crossed his arms. "I could call Takemitchy right now and prove it."

You groaned and shook your head. Takemichi was the last person you would trust to prob=ve Mikey's ramblings true. First of all, it was Takemichi. He wasn't exactly the most mature. Second of all, he was one of the main people in Mikey's story. Definitely not a reliable source. So instead, you just flopped back on the floor and closed your eyes. Maybe Mikey would say this was all a joke. A bad one. 

Mikey crawled over to you. His expression was serious, eyebrows furrowed and his mouth drawn in a tight line. He stared down at you. You gave him only a glance before closing your eyes. Mikey huffed and leaned down even closer until you could feel his hair brush your face. You stayed still, even as his lips pressed against yours.

"I'm not lying."

You opened one eye. "Are you trying to convince me with a kiss?"

He shook his head. "I'm being serious. This all happened. Chifuyu knows, and even Hinata knows too."

This made your eyes open fully. Both Chifuyu and Hinata believed all this? Obviously, there had to be some truth. Or maybe everyone was messing with you. Whatever it was, you didn't really want to think about it. You reached up, running your hands through his hair. Mikey always looked so soft. So… squishable. It was hard to believe he had been through so much. You frowned, tugging at his hair.

"Ow, what the fuck?!" He hissed, pulling away from you. "Why did you do that?!"

"Are you seriously telling the truth?"

Mikey frowned and rubbed his head. He nodded once. "Yeah."

"Christ…" You sat up as well and scooted closer to him. "I'm so sorry."

He shrugged it off. "Don't be. I'm over it now."

Over it. Your eyebrows furrowed in concern. That's not really what you were worried about. What you were worried about was how Mikey used to act and the way this affected him. Reliving life, not to mention those traumatizing moments over and over? It's not a matter of him saying he's over it, it's a matter of how he handled it. And from what he told you, he didn't handle it well. 

This made your concern for him grow. You took his hand in yours. Honestly, it explained his childish behavior and why he was so infuriating sometimes. Mikey never got the chance to grow up like a normal kid. So he was making up for it with what he was doing now. Your fingers slowly traced over the back of his hand. Maybe you could cut him some slack…

You intertwined your fingers with his. "Are you seriously okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Stop nagging." Mikey pulled you closer to him. 

"Mikey…" You squeezed his hand. "You don't need to act tough anymore. You can lean on me and all your friends, you know?"

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "I'm not a baby."

"No, but you've been through a lot. It must be hard, thinking of all of it. Right?"

Mikey stayed silent. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your neck. Alright, so he was upset. You sighed and ran your hand through his soft hair. You were his partner… the least you could do was comfort him when he needed it most. Obviously, you didn't want to push him too far. But this is what he needed. He needed to trust someone completely and fully. He needed someone that he could be himself around, with no walls up.

Mikey shifted and hugged you even tighter. "Thank you."

"I'm here for you, you know? I love you."

"I love you too." His lips brushed against your neck. He kissed the skin gently.

You shivered, tugged on his hair slightly. "Are you trying to seduce me?"

He hummed and pulled away, giving you a sleazy smirk. "Is it working?"

"No."

[butim4you]

This is only my second time writing. English is not my first language, so there might be some wrongs here and there. It is not proff read :,) There might stand my real name instead of Y/n sometimes, sorry!

(My requests are open, please feel free to ask:) <3)

Kazutora x reader but also Baji x reader. (Angst)

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As you take your first steps out of the airport you hear people calling your name.

You had been living with your mother and just got back to japan.

a short male with long blonde hair leads the group off boys you known since you were a kid your way.

You smile when you see them….its been so long since you saw them…your friends.

The small blonde greets you with a smile he had ran before the others when his eyes had landed on you.

“Hi, Mikey..”

Your smile grows, your finally back..

The other males of the group approach and You look at them one after another.

A tall blonde with both sides of his head shaved and a dragon tattoo on his temple.

His hair is tied back into a braid, last time you saw him it was a tiny ponytail.

Hes draken.

The man beside him has long black silky hair, That cant be the same black short hair he had once could it?

His iconic smirk is on display and his fangs are showing.

He leans against the wall that we are standing by and he stares at you with his beautiful eyes.

He has lots of necklaces and even one you gave him back in the day.

His shirt is from a band you two used to love together, you even went to one of their concerts when they came to tokyo.

It's baji.

Then a male that is on drakens other side has lilac hair and eyes.

His hair is very short and almost a tiny bit buzzed.

The sun shines on his erring that he only has on one ear.

The guy who helped you when you accidentally fuck up your clothes, he fixes them for you.

Poor mitsuya, He spent so much time on those clothes.

Then of course your close friends, The hairballs Nahoya and souya.

But..?

Who's this guy with yellow flabby hair?

She raises her glasses to set them on top of her head.

The guy looks nervous and Confused.

beside him is another short dude who also has dirty blonde hair but with a darker color under his hair.

Baji takes her glasses, putting them on himself, surprising her in the process.

“Why are you only greeting Mikey, Eh? How rude of you.”

She chuckles and puts her hand on her waist.

“I'm not going to greet you when you steal my glasses, dude.”

Draken sighs at how they are behaving.

"Ah, come on Y/N/N. We all know you have three pairs more in your bag.”

The way Mikey says it makes it sound like he knows everything about you.

Mitsuya laughs a little with a kind smile.

Baji Snickers at that and Puts his arm around your shoulder to steady himself on you.

The guy with yellow hair accidentally speaks

“Y/N/N…?”

Everyone looks at him.

She Smiles as he panics because everyone is looking at him.

"That's just a stupid nickname Mikey gave me, My name is Y/N. Who are you?”

“Ah! That's takemitchy! My new friend!”

The Takemitchy or whatever his name was smiles nervously.

She Leans back a little into the arm that baji still has around her neck.

Looking over at the other guy beside ´Takemitchy´ Who looks unbothered.

“You must be Chifuyu, am I right? Baji sent a picture of you when we were discussing friends.”

Chifuyu Gets a little surprised and holds back a smile to look cool.

He gave a quick nod and crossed his arms.

“Well, I'm exhausted. You guys came here on your bikes or did you walk?”

Baji pushes off her shoulder to stand straight.

He grabs one of her bags and carries it behind his back over his shoulder.

he grabs another, throwing it over to Draken who catches it.

“Hey careful there's important stu-”

“We came on the bikes stupid, so we gotta split your bags.”

He walks over to the bikes.

“Smiley, take the bag I'm carrying. She's riding with me.”

Y/N throws her hands up.

“Hell yeah!”

The boy called takemitchy turns to chifuyu with a confused face

Chifuyu runs up to baji by the bikes.

“But, Then who am I riding with? I dont have one yet and I came here with you?”

Baji looks at him and shrugs then hands Nahoya the bag he's carrying.

He doesn't really look like he cares like he usually looks like.

In the end he ended up on the back of souyas bike with an annoyed face.

Takemitchi is very confused by this situation.

Naoto said nothing about a girl named Y/N.

This Woman was a mystery…

He didn't want to be weird and ask questions though…

He was even more confused when he noticed that they were at Mikey's house..?

“Uhm…Mikey? Why are we at your house?”

Takemitchi said with a confused stare.

He looks over at baji who's helping Y/N off his bike.

“Oh, well Y/N is gonna stay at my house until Her dad gets back from work.”

Mikey smiles as he parks his bike.

The twins wave their goodbyes and leave, leaving The seven alone.

The place Y/N’s things inside mikey's room and then Takemichi makes up the courage to finally ask.

“who uhm..? Who are you now again?”

Y/N looks over at him with her small smile.

“Y/N”

She gives a simple answer and he feels embarrassed for making the question seem like that amd when he hears Mitsuyas and bajis small laughs.

Mitsuya pats Takemichis shoulder and sits down beside him.

“Y/N is an old friend, she moved to Another country with her mom some years ago. That's why we met her at the airport.”

Takemichi nods slowly, finally understanding the situation.

That explains why Mikey got so happy when they met her earlier.

Though..? if it was years ago they met her, why did they act so chill like that?

Well Mikey did act chill the first time they met too so maybe it's not that weird.

Baji grabs his phone and scrolls through his camera roll.

He grins and shows Takemichi and Chifuyu an old picture of Y/N.

“That's Y/N the last time we saw her.”

He chuckles with his classic grin.

She had A very ruined and messy braid instead of let out hair.

She had red scars and Looked beat up, But still made a funny face for the picture.

Baji scrolls again and shows a video of her dancing in what Takemichi and chifuyu guesses is her room.

Its a very Fast song and it sounds like Rock.

Baji was the one filming but then Mitsuya goes over with a soda and baji gives him the camera and joins her.

Their headbanging and laughing lots.

“Don't show that! It's embarrassing!”

Y/N Says and tries to grab bajis phone but he laughs and holds it out of her reach.

His other hand holds on her shoulder to hold her off.

“No way! its hilarious!”

He laughs.

Draken shakes his head in disappointment and chifuyu gets ahold of his phone.

“But wait? that looks nothing like her though..? and why is she so beat up in the first picture?”

Y/N who is still tackling with baji looks up.

“I mean how would you know that you picked up the right girl?”

Chifuyu continuous but Y/N Cuts him off as she sits up straight.

“Which girl would willingly go with some random guy who looks like they're in a gang?”

Now Chifuyu got embarrassed slightly.

“but..? What about the scars on your face?”

Baji whos now laying on the ground, leaning his face against his hand and his elbow on the ground speaks up.

“Shes one of tomans founders with us. Actually The reason Draken hates Fighting with women is cause He accidently pushed Y/N too hard once and She fell over onto the road in tokyo. I was there too.”

Chifuyu and Takemichi were surprised at that.

“Wait? i thought that it was because he respect them a lot and cause he promised emm-”

“Promised what?”

Emma cuts him off as she walks into Mikey's room with tea.

“Oh! I thought I heard your voice Y/N. I missed you!”

She puts down the tea drag Y/N with her to the real house.

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Mitsuya Holds his tea and looks at baji.

“Baji, you seemed to act like you see her every day when you met her earlier? What's it been? 3 years? Do you still-”

Baji cuts him off and his grin falls.

“No. No i don't."

Mitsuya nods and Draken stands up.

“Im going to go check on those two, ill be back.”

He then walks out of the garage that is called mikey's room towards the main building.

Mikey then says.

“Y/N doesn't know about kazutora right? Should we tell her? I Mean since Y’know..?”

Mitsuya Sighs a bit, A takes a deep breath and smiles.

“Let's let her be happy for a little while longer, yeah?”

Takemichi leans forward, steadying his elbows on his knees. Who's kazutora now again?

“Kazutora is coming out soon anyways.”

Baji announced still not smiling.

“Still, Y/Ns gonna freak out if she knows hes been locked in without her knowing.”

Mitsuya nods slowly and sips the tea. Mikey did have a point.

"I still suggest we let her be happy. Atleast for a small bit. And if Kazutora is comming out soon then its all Okay right? Plus If she asks why we never told her we could just say she never asked."

Takemitchi tilts his head, and chifuyu copies his movements. Chifuyu had heard from baji about Kazutora before but both males wondered what Y/N had to do with him?

"Who is Kazutora and what does Y/N have to do with him?"

Takemitchi finally asked as his chin rested in his hands. He was so confused about this situation.

"Kazutora is an old founder of toman and a dear friend of ours. Y/N and him was a couple before she moved and they never broke up. Kazutora did something horrible after she left though..and now he's in juvie. He gets out this year though.."

Mitsuya explains setting the tea down softly. Takemichi looks at Mitsuya as he talks and nods.

"What did Kazutora do?"

Mitusya looks at Mikey as if asking if he can tell or not...Mikey looks up at Takemichi.

"He killed someone. Someone very dear to me."

Takemichi's eyes widen and so does Chifuyus. Did Y/N know about this? Probably not..?

"Of course he was very affected by Marias move and really missed her. What he did cannot be blamed on sadness but I believe it was a part of it."

Mitsuya smiles a little as he talks to make the tension lift. Takemichi nods again. Y/N used to be a member off Toman...Tomans only girl too. If Y/N now is back that means she will be a part again right?

"Hey..? Now that Y/N is back does that mean she will join toman again..?"

They all look at him. Baji nods and Mikey shrugs.

"It's her choice, of course."

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Y/N's Dad got off work pretty quickly And Baji Drove her over. Miley and takemichi followed along for fun and Takemichi's jaw almost dropped.

Y/N had a mansion..!? Her house was huge...Was she rich? Damn.

"Thanks for dropping me off guys, I'll see you tommorow?"

Baji grins and Mikey nods.

"Yeah! Baji can pick you up tommorow and we can Hang out."

She smiles brightly at that.

"Okay! It's been a while since I saw the shrine too."

Baji ruffles her hair and chuckles.

"You can come along to the next toman meeting if you Want."

She looks at him surprised But really happy.

"Really!?"

Baji nods and She squeals and jumps a little.

"Thanks! Gotta go now, I'll see you guys tommorow yeah?"

The three guys nodded and waves her goodbye. Takemichi then taps Mikeys shoulder.

"Is she like...Rich?"

Mikey laughs and baji snickers. Mikey looks back at him from his shoulder.

"Yeah? She is, so?"

Takemitchi quickly became defensive.

"N-nothing! I was just surprised.."

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Kazutoras pov:

I got realized a week ago. I've set my plan to end mikey into game. I'm now a part of valhalla...

I'm walking down the alley to see Draken in the big tunnel. What could he possible need to tell me? Probably not to go against Mikey. But that's to late.

"Draken."

I say and my earring jingles with my every step. Draken looks at me with the same face as always.

"Kazutora."

Draken takes a breath before continuing.

"Kazutora, If your planing to go against Mikey then-"

I cut him off with a slight chuckles and I smile.

"Im not planing anything. I'm doing it."

Drakens game darkens and he looks to the side. His braid sways with the wind.

"Y/N is back."

That's all he said, and my smile drops as I hear those words. Is she back? Y/N... He must be lying. I dont believe him and now my mood is ruined. Draken then continues.

"Would you really try to kill him when the woman you love is in town..? How would she see you?"

I bit the inside of my cheek and I feel my anger boiling.

"Shut up..."

A turn to leave and draken calls after me.

"Mikey would give you another chance if you would take it."

I ignore him and continue walking. Was Y/N actually back? No way. Don't fall for his tricks Kazutora. I say to myself.

"Goddammit.."

I walk back to the place I hang out, I dont really own the place. It's abandoned enough for me to stay in.

___________________________________________

Back to normal:

You had been hanging out with The guys for about a week now.

You knew Kazutora was missing, but you didn't ask...You didn't want to pry or anything.

Then baji started distancing himself from mikey and the others.

He still hung out with you but not the others..?

You were hanging out with baji in your room, simply listening to music and just vibing.

Talking about everything and anything.

"Hey baji?"

You say and look at him, he's sitting on the end of your bed with a soft smile. You smile back and bajis heart flutters.

"Mhm yeah?"

He answers and pets your dog who's also laying on your bed.

"Whats happening between you and the guys?"

You tits your head and he looks down at the dog.

"Its complicated. I'm switching gang to valhalla. But its all good. Kazutora is on that side so why can't I?"

Your eyes widen slightly and Your head is straight again. Did he just say Kazutora? Finally someone talks about him...but wait what? Hes in another gang..? Since when?

"Wait kazu is in another gang..? Since when?"

Baji sighs, he doesnt want to be the one who tell you all this. You can feel your heart beating faster.

What had happend to Kazutora..? Sure he never tried to contact you like the others but you didnt think anything had happend.

Baji started to explain everything for you, Word after word gave you another shock. Kazutora had been in juvie? No matter how much you asked baji didnt tell you why. Your heart pounded so loud...This was a really big shock...

"He just got our and now he's in a gang called valhalla."

Baji said calmly as he pets your dog, not meeting your gaze, it was desperate...Of course you still love Kazutora...Why wouldnt you be? Its not like You ever lost those feelings.

"Wait so...Your leaving toman to be in a gang with Kazutora cause he did something and just got out of juvie? Why cant he just join toman again?"

You were confused. This made no sense.

"Thats somewhat on the right track. Kazutora chose not to join toman again...Some stuff happend, alright? Stop asking so much. The less you know the better it is."

You feel the bed shift as Baji gets of the bed. He didnt want to tell you too much, he didn't want this to affect you in anyway possible...He looks back at you.

"Im going, see you."

You scramble to get off the bed too. Your dog reacting with a jolt and looks around confused since it was so cuddled up.

"What? Why?"

Grabs his bag and carrying it over his shoulder.

"Gotta get home, before my mom gets mad. You know ill never hear the end of it otherwise."

You nod slowly and understand his point. Then you remember something and hurries over to your desk. You open a drawer and dig around in it. You got what you searched for and held it up.

"Whats that?"

Baji says, He didnt mean for it to come out like he was annoyed. He was never annoyed with you.

"A necklace, duh."

You walk up to him and hands it to him. He feels the cold metal of the necklace against his warm palm.

"Give this to kazu will you?"

He frowns but nods, how annoying. It's a necklace with a symbol on it for good luck... He puts it in his pocket and gives you a small wave then leaves.

You really hope Kazutora gets your gift...Does he even know your back? Probably not.

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Baji,s pov:

I held the necklace in my hand as I sit on my bed in my room.

Im annoyed. Im irritated. Why does she still love him...And not me..? Of course im happy for their love but im not.. I wanna burn the necklace...what if I just...dont give it to him?

He probably wont believe that its from her. Goddammit...Why is it so complicated to give him something from her?

I let out a long sigh and close my hand around the necklace. I lay down and and stare up at my ceiling.

What's wrong with me?

The next day I meet up with Kazutora again. I have to do this...Kazutora smiles as he sees me.

"Bajii"

I grin to hide my emotions and A small nod as a 'wassup'

"Yo, Kazutora."

Kazutora chuckles and we lean on the railing. Then I remember the necklace....Shit..I take a breath and reach down in my pocket. I hold it out and push it against his chest.

"Here."

Kazutora's eyes widen and he tilts his head.

"You got me a necklace?"

He asks confused, He didnt look very fond of it.

"What? No, Its from Y/n. Not me."

I freeze when I see Kazutora Grabs it and throws it as far as he can. The necklace is gone..just like that? I'm shocked as fuck but I hide it behind a bored face.

"Hm, guess you didn't like it."

I try to act calm and like I dont care when I actually do. Kazutora turns his head to me and I can see in his eyes that he's annoyed.

"Y/n isn't back. Stop trying to make it seem that way. It's annoying."

Now it's my turn to tilts my head and raise my eyebrow.

"What?"

Kazutora looks in the direction he threw the Necklace. How he wanted to believe that you were back, he truly did. But not once in three years did he receive a letter or anything. She just moved...and that was betrayal to him.

"She's not here. she's not coming back either."

I have to hold back a laugh at that. What is this nonsense he's talking about.

"Whatever you say, man."

___________________________________________

Your pov again:

Your walking down the street when you see the two boys you seen with your friends when they picked you up from the airport.

You walk over to them, The boy you remember as chifuyu has bruises and lots of bandages. The other guy who you remember as 'takemitchy' looked shaken up and he has bruised knuckles.

Well by this you got the wrong idea...

"Hey! Takemitchy was it? The hell did you do to him?"

Takemitchy turns to see you with An umbrella, it's raining a bit. He got Confused and looks around.

"Y/n?"

Chifuyu asks also confused.

"Why do you both look confused? Did you hit chifuyu Eh?"

Now your getting irritated, who beats up their own friends? Chifuyu then understands and starts laughing.

"You thought Takemitchy beat me up?"

Takemitchys eyes widen and he starts to understand.

"Nah this guy can't beat up anyone, well except this tire that's supposed to be a swing not a punching bag."

Chifuyu clears, He leans back a bit and Takemitchy looks offended then embarrassed.

"Wait so...? Who beat you up?"

Chifuyu looks off to the side, Clearly unsure about telling you.

"Baji-kun did."

Takemitchy says with ease. Chifuyu refuses to look at them. You don't really believe that. From your view they seemed kinda close.

"No way. I thought baji and you were close..? Why would he-"

Chifuyu cut you off, He looks at you and smiles.

"Dont worry, baji San only did it cause he needed to get in to Valhalla. He didnt mean it, plus I believe he has a plan."

You tilt your head to the side, What the actual fuck are they talking about? Baji had a plan? Plan for what? What's going on?

"A plan for what? What plan? Did I miss something?"

This was all so confusing. What was chifuyu talking about? And why did baji even go into the rival gang? Its not like him...

Takemitchi looks just as awkward and confused as you. He didnt really know what Chifuyu was talking about but he knew mikey said he would kill him if he didnt get baji back (He obviously wouldnt)

"Well..."

Chifuyu and takemitchi shared a stare. If Chifuyu was gonna explain this he would have to explain it in a way that didnt give Takemitchi off as a timeleeper.

What if he just said that kisaki gave him bad vibes? Would that pass? This was giving him a headache, and not only from getting beat up earlier.

"I think baji did it to go against kisaki. Kisaki is giving off a bad vibe and-"

He tried to make it sound like a good enough reason while still not giving away to much info. You werent supposed to be in this mess. Now that the two think about it, they shouldnt have told you at all. But you cut off their train of thoughts.

"Are you sure? Because baji told me it was cause Kazutora was back in town. Baji and kazu were very close back then. So its not a surprise."

You shrug, not finding the situation that bad. Sure, it's a little weird, but not that bad. Baji was acting protective of the information about why and other things. But he had the right to have his secrets. Chifuyu nods, feeling confident.

"Im sure! Me and takemitchi can talk to him before the war"

He didn't even think that he just gave you free info. The war between valhalla and toman...? Why would he change teams just a while before the war?

"War...?"

Part two???

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“You’re going to kill me...” Leo glared, crossing his arms at his youngest brother as the orange banded turtle just groaned in frustration. 

“No, I won’t.” Mikey huffed. 

“It’s going to kill me.” The elder corrected, stepping away from the kitchen counter as he hugged his arms protectively around himself.  

“No. it. won’t!”

“I’m going to be a dead man, Mike…do you really want to be responsible for one of your brother’s death?” The dark blue eyed mutant sighed dramatically as he flopped on the lounge area couch. 

Mikey rolled his eyes and sighed at the other’s theatrics, walking over to where the leader in blue was as he sat right next to him. 

“For Christ’s sake…” The smaller turtle said in exasperation, “Leo…what I just made in front of your very eyes was a legit pickle, jellybean and salami pizza…stop acting like it’s the end of the world.”

Leonardo audibly gasped, clutching his imaginary pearls as he just gawked at his brother in awe, “IT IS THE END OF THE WORLD!!!” He yelled, catching a glance of the concotion Mikey called food, sending a ping of disgust to go riiiiiight down his shell, “And besides, there’s no way in hell I’m eating…whatever that is...” 

The elder turtle turned on the TV, which, conveniently, had Space Hero’s playing; and of course the slightly taller teen wouldn’t let such a good opportunity of watching his absolute favorite show go to waste! 

“Pleeease?” Michelangelo whined, shaking the other’s arm back and forth lightly and subtly. 

“Nope. Nada. No way. Get Raph to do it…he has the stomach to fit an entire generation...” Leo hummed, swatting the smaller turtle away slightly which only caused the smaller turtle in question to pester on further and further. 

“But I want you to try it!” The baby blue eyed teenager pouted. 

“And why should I subject myself to that?” The ledaer in blue asked, leaning on the couches cushions. 

“Because you love me soooooo much and you’d do aaaaaanything and eeeeeeverything for me?” Mikey tried.

“Ehhhhhhh…I wouldn’t say all of that now...” The taller turtle snickered, holding in a laugh as he saw how absolutely offended his brother looked at the comment.

If you can’t handle the heat…don’t come in the kitchen is what Leo always says!!!

Or…was it if you can’t handle the heat…don’t come into the flames…?

Oh, whatever. Same difference! You get his point. 

“I hate you.” The shorter teenager grumbled out, sinking into the couch as he crossed his arms over his plastron, looking away from the eldest quadruplet. 

Leonardo sighed fondly at the other’s sudden bratty demeanor, poking him in the side repeatedly, “Pfft— oh please. You love me.” The oldest smiled. 

“Fuhuhuck yohou...” The baby blue eyed teenager cursed, trying to push the taller’s hands away, “No thanks— I don’t swing that way.” Leonardo grinned. 

“Yohohou’re disgusting!” 

“And you’re grotesque.” 

Michelangelo rested his head on the eldest’s shoulder, poking his cheek repeatedly, “Juhust aha bite…?”

“No.” The teen in blue hummed, watching the TV screen and not seeming at all bothered by his younger brother’s well-known annoying antics. 

“A nom…?”

“No.”

“A nibble…?”

“No, no and no.” 

“You’re. impossible!” The youngest whined, getting up and going back to the kitchen. “Sorry, Mikester…but I am not stepping another foot next to that thing…”

And at that comment, a sly smirk stretched to the smaller mutant’s face, inching back to the couch and sitting casually on the couch’s arm, “Could I…maybe convince you to~?” 

“Unless you’re trying to bribe me with cold hard cash, I don’t want to hear it.” The sapphire eyed teenager hummed nonchalantly…but widened his eyes as he saw his youngest brother wiggling his fingers tauntingly towards him. 

“Michelangelo…no.” The eldest glared as he backed away from the other. 

“Michelangelo…yes~!” The younger mimicked lowly. 

“I do nohot sohound lihihike thahat!!” The taller turtle squeaked, getting up from the couch slowly as his younger brother swiftly followed, still wiggling his fingers, “Yehes you doohoo!” Mikey giggled; as his brother’s laugh was contagious after all, “You sound like a fifteen year old Batman…” 

“It’s kinda cute, actually.” The freckled faced teenager said as he pounced on his brother, both of them falling on the floor as the Michelangelo digged his nail’s into Leonardo’s sides.  

The leader in blue let out a genuine scream, hugging his middles as he squirmed and squawked, “GyaHAH! Noho! Gehehet awahahay!” He cried, curling in on himself. 

“Not until you try my awesome cuisine!” The youngest quadruplet announced proudly as he continued to tickle his sibling. 

His sibling in question just playfully rolled his eyes at him, letting out a giggly scoff, “I aham nahateheating thahahat…”

“Oho, yes you will~!” Mikey said whilst scratching both of Leo’s underarms. 

The older turtle banged his feet on the floor, flailing his arms around like a drunk man, “NAHAHO! DOHOHON’T— hic STOHOP!!” 

“'Don’t stop~?'” Michelangelo teased, “You don’t have to tell me twice~!”

“THAHAT IHIHIS NOHOT WHAHAT IHIHI MEANT!!!” 

“You suuuuuure~?” 

“YEHES!!!”

“Not sure I believe you..” The orange banded turtle hummed casually, “It didn’t seem like you were in a hurry to leave when I was wiggling my fingers—”

“—SHUHUHUT hic UHUHUP!!”

“—Which by the way, did hint I was going to tickle you—”

“IHIHI hic hic KNOHOW THAHAT—”

“Oh, did you~?” Mikey asked, “Then why didn’t you try to leave when you had your chance~?” He chuckled as he kneaded the other’s hips mercilessly, “Y'know…I could just…stop if you tried my homemade pizza~!”

Leonardo just snorted loudly, pushing on the orange banded teen’s wrists despretley, “GEHET. OHOFF— hic! JEEHEEHEEZ JUHUST STAHAP!!”

“Juuuust staaaaaap~!” The other mimicked.

“STOHOH— snrt!! S-STAHAHAP M-MIMICKIHING MEEHEE!!” 

“Hm…nah.” Mikey shrugged as he squished his elder brother’s thighs…and in result, the older let out the most deafening squeal known to man..

“N-NOHOH HIC MIHIHIKE PLAHAHEEEEASE!!!” Leonardo shouted, “OKAHAY! OKAHAHAY FINE!! I-I’LL HIC TRY HIC HIC IHIHAT!! JUHUST HIC STAHAHAP!!” 

Almost immediately, Michelangelo slowly stopped his ruthless attack, helping his brother up as they both went to the kitchen. 

The smaller turtle dug through the refrigerator, bringing out a whole tube of vanilla ice cream and putting it next to his concoction— I mean masterpiece... 

“Lee…you’re not lactose, right?” 

“Ihi hic mean…Ihi dohon’t think hic soho—”

“—You’ll probably be fine.” The youngest interrupted as he scooped out a huge chunk of ice cream and put it on the pizza. 

Leo gulped nervously, glancing to the side of him as he scratched his head…

…Was it too late to suddenly grow 3 stomachs…?

…and that, ladies and gentlemen, is how Leo learned he was lactose intolerant 🫶🏾💗

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

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MUTANT MAYHEM HCs!!

Leonardo

The turtles and Splinter all call him Da Vinci, hated it at first but then grew to love it.

Loves watching Octonauts, and made a video essay about it.

Likes going to Walmart

Watches Vine compilations at 2 am when he can’t sleep

Color codes his candy, for example, only eats all of the red Skittles then the purple ones then green, etc.

Cried over Roblox VC once, and his brother verbally harassed a 5-year bc of it.

After Scumbug got with Splinter, Leo tried to encourage his family to learn the language she spoke. He is the most fluent, but as good as Splinter.

Even though he's a snitch, Leo has blackmail/secrets that are brothers only. (Some things are sibling code fr)

Favorite Dcom is Z-O-M-B-I-E-S, and looks up to Zed.

Loves cheesy Rom-cons, and has a Tubi account just for it.

Donatello

Head of movie nights, mostly watched anime movies but tried to find one the whole family would love.

Has his tent because he owns a bunch of merch, and needed a place to put it.

Simon, from Alvin and the Chipmunks, kinnie. Had a massive childhood crush on Jennet.

Def a Disney Kid, TOH, Molly McGee etc.

Got into Anime, and other fandoms, bc of AMV's.

Fandom wiki user, and a Tumblr user.

Studio Ghibli GEEK!! Made many video essays.

Chapped as hell lips, carries small Vaseline around (Forgets to use it)

Owns a diary

Info dumps and long study sessions a lot

Michelangelo

Only wants bubble tea for the pearls

Had a small wig era... failed, and never did it again. (He only wears wigs in secret)

Has the best handwriting

He could wing a test if he paid attention in class because IMPROV!!!

HAS to sleep near one of his brothers, hence why he has a bunk bed.

Has glow-in-dark stick stars on his wall!!

Number one hypeman when you wanna ask your crush out. Definitely helped Leo with April

Writes in orange glittery pen

Likes to style his mask in bows or fun edges

Over thinks with giving others gifts, decorating, and hosting parties

Raphael

He HATES the dentist

He is actually a big softie and dork (like we all know), so he yaps a lot with April, his brothers, and the people he's REALLY close with

Likes a few musicals because of Mikey, like CryBaby and Ride of the Cyclone

Loves to show off, mostly to impress people

Plays Valorant with Casey

Bullies little kids on Roblox voice chat

Childhood crushes were on Liv from Liv and Maddie, and Cat from Victorious

Likes to munch on waffle cones when bored

He's too loud or too quiet when speaking during certain times without knowing

Owns a journal, and has the most outrageous handwriting

April

Kids still bully her, but a lot have stopped after the events of the movie

She slowly learns how to get over her stage fright

the CUTEST handwriting when taking notes, the aesthetic school notes with the pastel highlighters

Doodles during class, and tends to doodle Leo when working on her newspapers (AprilNardo>>>)

Lowkey hated Casey before they became BFFs

Goes to her apartment roof when she needs to relax, or when bored

Listens to Lofi Girl when studying

Likes to make small, silly comics for the school newspaper

Loves tot bags, or duffel bags!

She is an only child, but loves to hang out with her parents and relatives. Every weekend, she goes to IHop with her family and invites the turtles and Irma sometimes

[luckycharms1701]

Hihihi!

First and foremost, I hope you're doing great❤️

Could I get headcanons for Leo with a fem! reader who likes to bite him? Like, when he least expects it, she love bites his arm or shoulder?

oh hell yes i am doing great looking at this ask! you can absolutely get some headcanons for this anon-chan!

… normally i’d pick one, but i want to explore their differences and similarities so you can have both.

edit: you: asks for headcanons me: but what if? it turned into a story instead? (sorry anon-chan, i uh got carried away)

Bayverse Leo: He would hate it at first. I imagine that he and Raph used to fight a lot as kids (“used to” lol) and as we all know, turtles bite. So when you first start doing this, he’s going to jerk away and think you’re crazy. Why are you trying to fight with him??? When you explain that you were just so overwhelmed with affection that you couldn’t help yourself, he might check your temperature to make sure you’re not sick. Eventually, he’ll get used to it. He seems to tolerate it at best. You have to be careful, if he’s in a certain mood he will snap at you for it. No matter how adorable his pouting is.

The change is, to you at least, sudden. He’s never made any indication that he does more than tolerate you biting him. But there is a day when it seems like everything has gone wrong for Leo. Mikey and Raph literally crashed into him while he was meditating during a prank gone wrong. He spilled his tea on Splinter’s favorite Lionel Ritchie album. Patrol was a hot mess that ended up with Raph injured. By the time Leo makes it to your apartment, all he wants is to lie down and not get up again.

You already have his favorite pizza, so he just needs to eat it and lie down with his head in your lap while you turn on some mindless television to take his mind off things. Your fingers run absentmindedly down his arm as you keep your eyes on the TV. You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from biting him, you know it won’t be accepted. You’ll have to find another way to show him how much you love him.

So you startle badly when he lifts his arm and holds it in front of your face. You look down to find him watching you, an intense look you’ve never quite seen before in his eyes. He nods. You hesitate only a moment more before opening your mouth and gently biting down on his wrist. Leo sighs as all the tension leaves him, and your eyes widen as he picks up your hand and brings it to his own mouth. He holds your gaze as he bites down, even more gently than you did to him. Oh. Oh.

After that, he doesn’t do it often. But if you catch him just right, he’ll give you a little love bite back.

~~~

Rise Leo: He would be amused the first time, and a little confused.  Would definitely make a joke bad enough that you start gnawing on him in annoyance. When you explain to him that he is just too cute and you couldn’t stop yourself, he’s going to stare at you for a second as he tries to comprehend that you think he’s cute. Then he’s going to strike a pose and say something about knowing how irresistible he is. He doesn’t mind at all if you keep doing it, but gets super uncomfortable if you do it in public. Every time you bite him, his smile gets a little warmer and more genuine.

It’s a normal day, the day you realize exactly how important you biting him is to Leo. You’ve just arrived at the lair, excited to see him. You drape yourself over his back where he’s reading comics on the floor and snuggle into his cheek, proclaiming dramatically how much you missed him. He leans into you with his customary smirk, not taking his eyes off the page in front of him.

Before you can give him a little bite on the shoulder, practically a customary greeting for the two of you at this point, Mikey calls your name. He wants to show you a piece he recently finished. You get up and follow Mikey out, not noticing the way Leo sits up straight and watches you go with a look of distress. You don’t think anything of the fact that you didn’t give Leo a love bite.

When you return, it’s to find your turtle sulking. When you ask him what’s wrong, he studies you without a word. Then he manhandles you onto the nearest soft flat surface and lays down on top of you. Leo nuzzles your shoulder and stretches his mouth around it, biting down firmly enough for you to feel it but not enough to hurt. You’ll have to apologize later, but for now you just hold him and give him a love bite back.

After that, you can never give him a love bite in public again. But he will bite you back.

~~~~~~~

head bonks: @yorshie @avery73 @justalotoffanfiction @thejudiciousneurotic @writinandcrying

[fic-dumpster]

The road so far

Summary: Have you ever wondered what goes through a writer’s mind while she’s trying to complete the stories you like so much? Well! Wonder no more! Here’s a first look into a writer’s unstable mind!

Characters: Bonten against Omi (no x because it’s war)

Word count: 1K

Content Warnings: fighting, slight breaking of the fourth wall, sitcoms, crackfic, it’s a joke. Yes, it can be read as x reader… just pretend. Hostility, a meme, DIH references, other fandoms mentioned.

A.N: TAKEOMI IS NOT OMI. I am Omi. I wrote this in 15 so it’s very rushed. idk… this is me trying to portray my internal struggles while I write. I just worked joke of 1000 words… and yes, characters never listen to what we want.

“If you think we’re gonna cooperate with you after leaving us for almost three years, you’re delusional,” Kokonoi crossed his legs once he sat down in front of Omi.

Omi had called a meeting with Bonten in hopes of coming to an agreement. She needed to work on her WIPs but her characters weren’t cooperating.

“As a matter of fact, I am delusional,” Omi answered, sipping from her water bottle, “anyway, I just need to finish the rest of the meetings and we’re done! Swear!”

Around her, the rest of Bonten sat with serious faces. Nobody was happy to be there. After her disappearance a few years ago, things weren’t quite as peaceful between them as they used to be.

“Yeah, yeah. I see how you are. Use us and drop us.” Sanzu sounded bitter and angry. He didn’t take the vanishing so well. He had bonded with her and she just left him. That wasn’t right in his book.

“Ugh, women…” With a sigh, Rindou stretched his long limbs, showing how tired and stressed he was.

“What do you mean ‘ugh? Women?’” Omi harshly questioned Rindou with a frown on her face.

“Nothing…” he replied nonchalantly, sitting up straight once again.

“Forget that! You clearly have preferences for certain members.” As she heard that voice her skin began to crawl. Hair standing on end, Omi slowly turned towards the source— once she saw his obnoxious face, only irritation was left behind.

“Oh, shut up, Ran! I wrote your story with your brother first! Why are you complaining?” She quickly replied, raising her hand in protest.

“Because he’s one of those,” added Mochi in a whisper.

So much of a whisper that was… half the men present burst out laughing which caused Ran to sigh in frustration. He was done. So many years and he still didn’t know what the hell that meant.

“We can't just hop back in,” Takeomi’s voice raised above the hysterical laughter of his peers.

Omi deflated at his words. She dreaded the worst… Was this how things were going to end?

“Please, I’ll do anything! I can’t leave the story like that!” Her eyes began to water as desperation crept in.

“Well, too bad! You left!” Sanzu’s bitterness didn’t falter, not even at the sight of unshed tears in her eyes.

“I said I was sorry! And I was busy with life, you know?”

“Yeah? Life? Then who are those guys? Rhysand? Sylus? Jinshi?” Sanzu spoke each name with disdain.

“Yeah! Who’s Umemiya? And some dude named Hoshina?” Rindou backed him up.

“More? I only heard about Sanji—” Kakucho suddenly intervened but was cut off by Omi.

“Okay! Stop! Oh my gosh!! Stoop!” Omi’s face had changed three different types of red in the last few seconds, “That… has nothing to—“

“Bullshit! I call bullshit! You created a different blog for the Stylus guy!” Sanzu was not dropping the subject.

“Oh my gosh! Let it go! And his name is Sylus!”

“AHAA!” Pink hairs wildly flew everywhere as Sanzu stood up and pointed an accusatory finger at Omi.

“Just… just help me write the few chapters I’m missing and the end. That’s all I’m asking… I lost the WIPs and I can’t by myself…” she pleaded. Internally praying they understood her dire situation.

“What do we get in return?” Mikey finally spoke after observing the back and forth between his men and Omi.

That sentence perked her up. A ray of hope finally came in between the stormy clouds.

“What-what would you want?” She asked with bright eyes and a new determination ignited.

“We can discuss that later,” Mikey waved his hand dismissively.

Omi nodded eagerly in return. Finally! Some progress. “Okay, fine… that’s good…”

After Mikey’s short exchange of words, they decided to end the meeting. It was time to move forward and begin working. Everyone stood up and began to leave the room.

They saw Omi move to the side with Takeomi and they started to talk amicably, with smiles and very friendly hand gestures. It was like time had never passed for them. She didn’t treat him differently and Takeomi seemed comfortable with her.

“Why does she like the old man…” Kakucho wondered out loud.

“It’s the daddy issues, I bet,” Sanzu was seething as he kept watching the scene play in front of him.

“What did you say?!” You turned your head like the exorcist once you heard those words leave Sanzu’s lips.

“Does she have superhuman hearing? How the hell did she hear you?” Ran said with a bit of panic in his voice.

And it began. Omi had been chasing the pink-haired man for a while now…

“I DON'T NEED YOU, SANZU! I CAN FINISH DIH WITHOUT YOU!” But before she could catch him, a pair of hands caught her first, “UGH! KAKUCHO LET ME GO! HE’S DEAD!”

Meanwhile a bit further away from the commotion.

“We have agreed to help her. Was it really necessary to do all the drama?” Questioned Takeomi to Mikey and Mochi. The three men watched the rest battling it out.

“We voted and the majority chose to make drama before agreeing,” Mikey said as his eyes followed Sanzu speeding away from Omi,

“Even Koko?” Mochi was surprised by that information.

“Even Koko.” Mumbled the short man.

“RAN, YOU TOO! BOTH YOU AND SANZU ARE DEAD!” Omi yelled, still being held by Kakucho who was trying to help diffuse the situation.

“What did I do?”

“YOU’RE ONE OF THOSE!” She kicked her feet in an attempt to be let loose, “I SHOULD HAVE KEPT WRITING FOR HAIKYUU! They wouldn’t treat me like this!”

“Yeah? Well, go and play ball with your sporty boys!” Ran screamed back.

“You’re insufferable!” Omi screamed as she tackled Ran to the ground.

“She became way more violent in the years we didn’t see her,” Mikey commented and the rest of his executive nodded in agreement. Everyone just watched Omi and Ran scuffling on the floor.

Bonus:

Omi: and then you do as it says here *points to the script*

Kakucho: that’s too mean. I don’t want to do that.

Omi: you’re a criminal! How is it mean to push her face down and—

Kakucho: shhh no please *blushing*

Omi: I’m working with amateurs… *throws her stack of paper into the trash*

[vampiric-succulent]

OUAW EP 45:

Spoilers!!

“WHY DID WE DO THAT” yes Gricko why indeed

Bit quick to jump to nudity there Torbek

Gricko is just full of great ideas today

“You are familiar with mirages” THIS ALMIRAJ IS NO MIRAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nikkie: “You don’t really understand how this works” Mace/Gideon, immediately: “I know exactly how this works”

This desert is getting eerily intense

I love how they’re showing Torbek gaining control of the Witchlight and the Other

“Together, as a unit, as you do everything, you decide to tackle this next obstacle” ACK MY HEART I FUCKING LOVE FOUND FAMILY SHIT THIS IS SO GOOD

How are y’all interpreting Gricko’s monstrosity connection? Bc I’ve been doing it as like a really enthusiastic zoologist but what if he’s also a monsterfucker

Sorry that was a little unhinged and sudden but I think i might be right he does have a thing for monstrous women who could decimate him with one move

Anyways!

Love how Frost always wants to talk first but Gideon is immediately “IM GONNA GETCHU”

Gideon is going to oneshot this tricobra/cobydra if he keeps this up

“Two attacks on Frost” “no thankyou ❤️”

OH SHIT KREMY’S DICE MOVE HUNGER OF HADAR. HOLY FUCK.

Rich is so good at flavoring this spell and its effects

Mace/Gideon “Don’t roll max against me” and then Rich doesn’t— that’s Kremy employing Husband Privilege right there

What is the realm they are talking about?? Ghettei? Gehettei? Whatever realm they say Kremy is bringing with Hunger of Hadar

Goddamn that’s a lot of damage at once

Torbek and Gideon and Hootsie bro moment 😎

“Torbek accidentally Longscarfed him” 😭❤️

WHAT IS THIS FUCKING LIGHT?????????

Love how Nikkie just keeps repeating the generic desert description like an NPC in a game when you try to talk to them too much

HOLY SHIT okay 1. The immersion hell yeah 2. Why. Why is there a swamp here again. The swamp was supposed to be gone. There wasn’t supposed to be more swamp.

SERIOUSLY WHY IS THERE A SWAMP

“Blow on my dice” there is no heterosexual explanation for this

Now I have this horrible image in my head of Kremy pulling an Entrapta and going “I just need a little more time”

GRICKO DONT CALL TO MR GARU

“I am the thing that remains when the alphabet is gone” this is giving me such a good idea for a Tower of Babel campaign wait a minute

Ah yes just like the 1999 classic film The Mummy—- *I am forcibly removed from the stage*

It IS TIME!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY FUCK HES RIGHT

Is. Is the swoose sounding like Bavlorna on purpose. Is this a plot thing. Please this is so important—- Bc there’s an hourglass on the archway, so it has to be time and also maybe the voice is important— Oh. Okay. So not like Bavlorna.

What is the realization Andy is having???? Oh my god I need to know

Does the fact that this is Nekhbet and the lion-headed guardian mean Egyptian mythology at all influences this part of the story? And maybe the Hourglass Coven in some sort of way if this temple is here? Was this temple originally of the Hourglass Coven, or was it taken over???

The emotion in Mace’s storytelling is incredible and then he has a your mom joke. Alright.

Andy and Mikey’s reactions are beautiful things to watch

“We’ve been free ever since”

Fic idea: Kremy and Gideon get married and uh. Yknow Gricko’s entire thing about getting Pa Coal to come to one of Gideon’s weddings? Somehow that happens but it’s a really sad moment bc Pa Coal is dead so it’s an urn and Gideon gets to have a moment just talking to the urn

OH SHIT THE BIRTH OF THE HAGS?!?!??? Wait wait wait I have so many questions— to be made into a hag, do they need to find this temple first?? Does this temple somehow lead to the hag hut??? What is the thing that drinks the brew in the hag hut?????? How did that being come to exist???????? How is this temple connected to the thing that makes the hags???????? Is this a temple of time or of memories and records????

What is the process of making a hag??? Do all hags come about via this process????

Wait a minute. We had a white horse and rider statue, now we have a red one— if the next one is black then these are the riders of Baba Yaga and maybe that is who makes all the hags— like a sort of Mother Hag situation??

Frost is right, I think, this is also a story or situation or whatever about choice (esp bc of the swoose at the entrance)

I need a series which is just Gricko explaining everything that’s happened in the campaign in extreme detail

“We hit rock bottom and we picked up shoooveeeelllls.”

Ayo Bavlorna what the fuck— Endolyn’s story was terrible but this is another level

So these hags are not actually sisters then? Or are they sisters because they all come from the same source? (Whatever makes the hags)

Yuuuup I was right about the riders!!!!!

Idk why but Kremy’s story hits for me

Nikkie this is so impressive. Holy shit— this isn’t in the module. She wrote these backstories herself. Wow.

And the flipped time order of everything!!! And the Granny Nightshade symbolism

Wait blue roses??? Like the ones in Twig’s eyes???????

WHAT IF THIS IS THE KINGDOM OF HEARTS DESIRE WHAT IF THEY ARE AT THE DOOR RN

Andy what are you doing

Oh shit. Next is the fabled Episode 46. Ohhhh lord. What’s gonna happen………

How much time has passed for the Feywild while they’re in the material plane???

Gahhhh!!!! The lore!!!!!!!!!!!! So good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wait okay there’s a connection to Prime but I haven’t watched Prime and it’s 91 episodes there’s no way I can watch all that rn but I NEED TO KNOW THE AVANTRIS LORE AND WHAT THE CONNECTION IS OMFG

So much happened!!!!! Holy fuck!!!!!!!!! And next is Episode 46 I’m gonna have my brain explode

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Teaching Them Spanish Part 3 Ft: Taiju Shiba, Nahoya Kawata, Izana Kurokawa, Ken Ryuguji (Draken) and Manjiro Sano (Mikey) WC: 1200+(unedited) Resident @enchantedforest-networkPart 1 Part2 A/N: Hello babes! Part 3 of teaching them spanish !! Please understand there are different dialects and meanings for some of the words used. This is what I grew up knowing and learning as a kid! For example, since I'm Mexican concha means shell in Spanish for me and I have a friend who is from Argentina concha means p**** in Spanish to her. Enjoys babes!

Taiju 

This vacation was something big for both of you since you haven’t taken a vacation in so long since Taiju was a working machine. Traveling outside of Tokyo to a familiar country you once grew up in. It was a bit busier due to the holidays and something Taiju wanted to do was see how mas was performed at the church you grew up going to. Arriving in the small church there were very few people in the church. The first thing he did was walk to the cross and pay his respects. Both of you kneel down in front of the large cross. Bowing your head, closing your eyes. Before you could pray Taiju did first “en el nombre del padre, del hijo y del espíritu santo amén (in the name of the father and of the son and of the holy spirit amen). 

Your eyes open and get a side glance at him in your mind ‘That was hot… I’m going to hell I know I am. He just did a prayer and it turned me on.' Taijus' eyes opened as he looked at you, who had a noticeable blush on your cheeks. As you both took a seat on the empty benches. You began to think he picked up on that phrase pretty quickly “Tai have you been practicing?” you quietly spoke.

“I have… why did i not say something right?” he looked ahead at the cross in front of him as he asked the question. “No, it was good.. Like really really good.” your voice had a bit of excitement. Just by your response, he knew exactly what you were thinking. He wanted to say something but being in the house of god he couldn’t say it out of respect. He simply replied, “Mi pedacito de cielo (my little piece of heaven.)” he smirked, giving you a side glance knowing that there should be no sins were going to be committed until you both arrived back to your hotel room. 

Nahoya

“I don't think it's fair you won't tell me how to say it.” he grinned his head resting on your shoulder, his hands snaking around your waist. “If you love me you would tell me.”

“Don’t use that against me! You know I love you but every time I give you a phrase you use it on someone and it causes a fight when you explain to them what the meaning is. You just like starting problems…..tóxico.” “It makes you a tóxica for teaching me it then huh?” He laughed “Come on, if I can't get it from you I’m gonna ask Souya because he has been learning.” “Excuse you!? I'm not a tóxica!”  you pouted, becoming undone from his hold “Because you called me that you aren’t going to know.” crossing your arms and walking away. “Awwww comes on you know I'm kidding mi corazon, mi vida, mi alma.” he grabbed your hand bringing your back to him. He kissed the tip of your nose. “Can you tell me por favor?” You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh. You knew you were going to regret the decision you were going to make right now  “Pinche Payaso.(fucking clown)” “You are the best you know that babe!” planting a kiss on your lip. "Now I can't wait to use it on some and say Oi pinch payaso!" “Yeah yeah tóxico.” you rolled your eyes once more leaning into the kiss, your arms wrapping around him. “Don’t come back here when you need to beg bandaged up.”

Izana 

“Mi Reina como estas?” the sweet smile on his lips he reached for your hand and he planted a kiss on the back of it. 

“I'm good,” you blushed softly your eyes connecting with his purple orbs. You seriously know how to take a girl's breath away, Mi Rey.” Teaching Izana he was really attentive when learning from you. He loved practicing how to pronounce the words correctly. Noticing when he got a word pronounced correctly he could see the proud look on your face. He insisted that you call him Mi Rey instead of my king. He felt it was more special in his eyes and loved how you spoke to him in spanish. “Well seeing the prettiest girl in the world I can help it plus she is all mine which makes me the luckiest guy in the world.” he brushed the strands away from your face. His hands cradling your face “Tienes que saber que haría cualquier cosa por ti, cualquiera. (You have to know I'll do anything for you, anything.)”

“I know you will be Mi Rey.” your hands resting against his.

Draken

“Hijo de puta (son of a bitch)” he grunts as he gets up from the floor, his jumpsuit half undone, and he walks to his toolbox to find a socket wrench. You watched him puffing out a sigh. Some sweat glistened from his body as it was a bit hot in the workshop. “What happened?” looking over at you for a moment before turning his attention to the toolbox.  He walked back to the bike he was fixing up. “Quiero desnudarte ( I wanna undress you.)”  you spoke to him raising your brow. Letting out a smirk he shook his head slightly before returning his attention back to the bike. “Babe, I'm thirsty.” you weren’t saying it like you were actually dehydrated.

“There is water right next to you.” the sound of metal clinking as he screwed a bolt in.

“Not that kinda thirsty. I’m thirsty for you.”  you got down from the counter walking towards him. “¿Puedes esperar a que termine? (can you wait till i'm finished?)” he asked. You shook your head. 

“Come on papacito, you cannot think I'm not going to stop myself from pouncing on you right now?” giving him a sweet smile and touching his black messy hair. “You know you look a bit dehydrated, let me replenish your electrolytes.” “Pardon sorry not to interrupt your little moment but is the bike almost done?” Shinichiro walked in seeing you practical on Draken laps. Draken rubbed his face letting out a sigh he cursed under his breath.

Mikey

“Tengo hambre (I'm hungry)” his head was face down at the table waiting for his food. You let out a little sigh closing his study book. There was no way he was going to finish studying now. His mind was already wanting to eat. “They will be coming soon, just relax.” your hands resting on the counter table. Looking Picking his head up he looked over at the cook window “Apúrate, Tengo hambre! (hurry up I'm hungry)”

You quickly leaned over covering his mouth  “shhh Cállate. Have you ever heard of never pissing off people handling your food?” He heard your stomach growl. You had an embarrassed look on your face as you sat back down quickly. He squinted his eyes “See I'm not the only one hungry. But you become hangry if they have you waiting too long.”You squint your eyes back at him “It takes a hangry person to know a hangry person.” you cocked your brow at him “I’m not the one pouting because I don’t have my food yet.”

As you both were bickering back and forth you didn't notice the server coming with your plates of food. Mikey's eyes gleamed with excitement. “Gracias!” you both spoke together.

Taking the first bite of food sends your taste buds over the moon.  Looking over at the love of your life who was scarfing down his food like he hasn’t eaten in a day “you might act childish but i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Right back at cha babe.” his cheeks were stuffed with food.

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∑一 Gasoline・゜・。

author’s note: so I started this months ago and came back today and somehow finished it? it’s now 4 am and idk what I’ve written but we posting it babyyyyyyy

song: reckless driving by lizzy mcalpine, ben kessler

warnings: cursing, narcissism, over-dramatics, cringe, sarcasm, flirting, confessions, unedited

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Okay, I’ll admit. I’m not the best when it comes to..following the rules? Heeding caution? Listening to anyone??? Yeah not the greatest in that department.

But! I’m practically flying high in all others. Better brother, better turtle, cooler weapon, and not to mention handsome as fuuuck. So handsome in fact, I know I’ve snagged your attention. Heh. Call it what you will, intuition or gut-feeling, I know I’ve been occupying your mind.

But the thing is, you won’t admit it. No matter how much I prod, tease, or blatantly ask. It’s always “Leo, no.” “Leo, stop!” “Leo, shut up!!” And never “Yes, I think about you endlessly Leo, you’re right, and super handsome, be my one and only turtle”

…

Yeah…

It’s never ever that. And maybe that’s the reason why I can’t let this go. Because I know I’m right. If I wasn’t why would you keep coming around? Why would you spare glances my way? Why would you wear blue? It was all so infuriating to see these little details only to be denied again and again.

Raph says I’m getting a little obsessed. Donnie doesn’t give two fucks. And Mikey says something even worse, that I’m in love. Barf. Gross. Me? Love? Hell no. I collect admirers. I flirt with everyone. Unabashedly. Why would I fall in love with someone who is so clearly in denial that they are in love with me??? All I’m doing is getting them to admit the truth, and then they’ll be another tally mark. Another addition to the ever growing list of admirers I have.

It comes with the title of being the Face Man and all of that. Perks of being me I guess!

And so I was up to my usual antics.

“Keys Y/n, keys babe!” You scoffed pushing my hands away. “Keep your grabby mitts away, there’s no way in hell I’m letting you drive.”

“I curbed one time Y/n. Once! Give a turtle some slack here!!” I’m practically begging at this point. Because I have a plan. A genius plan to get you to finally admit the truth. It’s going to be epic.

“I think you’re also forgetting the three times you purposely ran into trash cans. You almost backed into another vehicle. And don’t get me started on how many times you accidentally forgot the keys in the car!”

…Okay so maybe there are a few more reasons as to why I shouldn’t be driving. But no matter! I’m a master manipulator. I can sway those around me like a pro. Plus since ya have feelings for me, I’m sure you actually really do just wanna hand over those keys. You’re just like playing a little hard to get is all.

“Whaaaa?? Are you sure that wasn’t Angelo? Pretty sure that was totally him and not me.” A big cheesy smile lights up my face trying to turn that frown of yours upside down. “Plus in any case I’ve got super rad portal powers to snab the forgotten keys!”

“Leo. No.”

And the actual begging and groaning and bemoaning ensues. I don’t throw temper tantrums that often. Only when necessary. After many ‘pleases’ and promises to drive extra careful. I finally get my long awaited—

“Leo, I said noooooooooo!”

A hard flick resonates against the space right above the middle of my eyes. Dramatically I flinch backwards crying out in faux pain. My hands going up, one covering the space that has just been so grievously wounded. “Oh c’mon that didn’t hurt…”

“Did it?”

Peeking through my three fingers I see the wisps of concern on your features and it’s at this moment where my all-of-the-sudden-plan enacts. As you draw closer out of worry it’s just too easy to create a small portal with my other hand that is behind my back. Don’t ask how the dagger got in my palm. Sometimes being a ninja just has its perks.

And just like that the keys to your car are securely in my hand and I bolt before you can realize you’ve been…hand-pocketed? Pick-pocketed? Whatever the case!

As I gloat from the driver’s side window, with the locks safely on so you couldn’t just rip open the door and strangle me like you were threatening to do right now. I make a show of raising the volume in your car and celebrating more with a little dance in the drivers seat. It’s not until you shake your head and the flames extinguish from your eyes do I dare to unlock the passenger door for you to get in.

You do slam the door close though. “Dramatic much?”

I can’t help but tease. I love winning. I love rubbing it in everyone’s face. And it makes my bones sing to see you get so riled up all over little ol’ me. You glower, somehow holding your tongue, perhaps giving me the silent treatment as you take over the music.

Driver gets veto power though. So I skip a bunch of songs you choose until I feel the flames start to rise again and I worry we (or rather I) may never even make it out of your driveway before I turn into roasted turtle. And that can’t be tasty.

So I let this particular song play. Humming along since I don’t know the words as I start to pull out and drive on the road. You stay silent for the most part and that just won’t do so I may or may not get a little too close to a curb for comfort on your side of the vehicle.

“God damnit Leo if you curb!!” You hiss as you clutch the handle on the car door. “Whoopsie!” I laugh getting back to the middle of the lane easily enough. “Where did you want to go so badly anyways?” You grump. But at least you’re talking now! “It’s a surprise!” I sing-song.

Now initially, my plan to force your admission of feelings was to continue to drive really recklessly and maybe almost die in a car crash or something like in the movies. And while you think I’m about to die you just have to tell me that you are helplessly in love and like magic. Confession secured.

But now thinking about it more seriously there are plenty of unknown factors like, what if I do actually kill myself in the process. Or ya know, you get hurt? Or I just wreck the car and we both are totally fine?! I don’t see myself surviving much longer after that if that ends up being the case. So I have nothing. Zilch. Nada. No back up plan was really made.

So I just drive.

And as previously mentioned, I’m not the best driver…

So you are on edge the entire time and constantly telling me to “Watch out!” “Don’t curb!” “Don’t hit that dude crossing the street!” “Red means stop!” “Yellow means slooow!”

Thankfully I know what green means. Aka turtle. Aka go ninja go ninja go. I’m proud of that one. Anywho, the drive winds up and down the backstreets of New York until even I don’t know where the fuck we are.

I pull over, parallel parking. Miraculously it’s one of the few tricks I can do with a car and you breath out a very unnecessary sigh of relief. “So this is the surprise?” You are looking around the low rise buildings with slight curiosity but more confusion than anything.

Nothing here is really special. No shops. No bright sparkly lights. It’s actually pretty grim because a few of the streetlights are out making the dark night even darker. It’s probably the least romantic place in the world. Definitely holds no sentimental value for an awe-inspiring confession.

My head hits the steering wheel as I close my eyes and say “Yup!” As bright and false as possible. I feel like a jerk and even worse than that a failure. I’m greeted with silence and I don’t open my eyes to check your face. I’m sure it’s turning into disappointment right now.

“Leo, everything okay?”

My head turns slightly, if only because your voice sounds a little different. I mean you usually are quite serious, but it’s also one filled with… care? “Just thinking.” And that is not a lie, just a very vague statement.

“Wanna talk about it?”

I mull it over. What am I even thinking? Driving around in the middle of the night. Being chaotic. Being a nuisance. Being with you. Dragging you along. Trying to get you to say something you’ll never say in a million years. And turtles sadly don’t live that long.

“Y/n, do you like me?”

I don’t dare take my eyes off of you now. Truthfully I feel like spewing out nonsense to cover up my mistake. I just had to open my big fat mouth. To actually say shit I actually mean. Or in this case something I really want to know. Your eyes widen ever so slightly, and you tilt your head as if you hadn’t even considered that a possibility. Liking me.

I’m instantly filling up the silence. “Like better than Mikey right? Pretty sure I don’t have to sweat over Donnie. And Raph may be second place but I’m definitely number one right?”

This way it’s easy. This way it’s safe. This way no one gets hurt. This way I don’t get hurt. This way I can play it off.

“I do like you.”

My thoughts empty and I straighten up. Swallowing back the spit that’s suddenly filling up my entire mouth. “Right duh, of course you do. Everyone does!” I laugh, smiling big as if nothing you just said affected me. Like I totally won’t be thinking about this even later tonight back at the lair. Overthinking it. Surely you meant it as a friend… but a turtle can hope?

“Even though you are so annoying.” You tack on, but your smile is too much. It’s genuine. It’s not plastered on like mine. It doesn’t hide anything.

Oh shit.

I just continue on, blabbering complete and utter nonsense at this point. Because part of me can’t believe it. That you really said it. That you do like me. That this surely isn’t possible, that you’re about to laugh and say that this was all some funny joke.

“Do you like me?”

And where there was nonstop chatter, it turns to silence. I avoid your stare now. In fact I turn my whole face away because I can feel my red marks heating up. Which is never a good sign. Blushing will only end in embarrassment. More than I can handle.

“Whaaaat? Me? Like you?”

I leave it open ended. To be inferred that I couldn’t possibly. But I think I just continue shooting or maybe slicing myself in the foot. Over and over and over again. Because in the window I can see you’re still looking my way. And your lips are pursed together in a small know-it-all smile. I whip my head back around, forgetting all about the embarrassing heat that covers my face.

“Y-yeah. I do.”

And then you lean forward.

Time slows.

And I feel your lips on mine.

And my eyes are so wide. I don’t know what to do but just stare. I don’t move. I don’t breath. Your eyes are closed and your lips are soft if only a little chapped. You pull away slightly, and I can feel your breath fan over my face.

“Good.” Is all you say. And I nod like a dumb pile of rocks is all I have for brains. “Now how about I drive?” Again I’m nodding.

The only thing that breaks the trance is the warning beep from your display signaling that I’ve just wasted all of the gas left in your tank.

…

Whoops!

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Weak Spot - Chapter 39

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Amazing chapter art by @garbagemilkshake

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Intercrural Sex, Bondage, Feral Behavior, Feral Donatello (TMNT), Mating Cycles/In Heat, Public Sex

Synopsis:  A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

Warnings Below Cut.

Also available on Ao3

First 💜 Previous

Warnings: mentions of domestic abuse and kidnapping

Please keep yourself safe.

Static. 

Words. 

Someone left a radio on. 

No. 

Sharper than that. 

A speaker. 

A phone call. 

“-I know you ain’t second guessing my scanner!”

“You tell me then! No phone!? Who doesn’t have their phone on them!?”

“I’unno, but it sure as hell ain’t my problem.”

“There has to be something!!!”

“Boy!”

“A microchip! Maybe it’s too small to pick up!?”

“That’s not how it works!!!”

“Just stop trying to explain it to him; I gave up years ago.”

“The hell?! I’ve been working with you fools way too long to just let that go. You were looking right at me when I explained it to you last week!”

“Now…. let’s say… Hypothetically, that I was looking at a particular green that was stuck between someone’s teeth…”

“…”

“…”

Cough.

“I’m done. Over. Nada! That’s it! I’m going to unleash Mayhem and let him take you down.”

“What?! May loves me! He would never!”

Squeak.

“See!”

“No, I am not putting you on camera!”

“Uh, Leo…”

“Whatever, fine! Go through your snore sesh again then if you’re so adamant!”

“You-!”

Chirp.

“Fine.”

“Mhm.”

“Next time I see you, I’m slapping you for that tone.”

“Can it not be the face? I had a bruise for like six weeks last time.”

“It’s definitely going to be the face.”

“April!”

“Hush up and listen.”

Groan.

“The scanner connects to the natural energy of the body. It’s mystic! It won’t miss anything; it doesn’t matter how small, organic, inorganic, whatever! Your brainwashed victim isn’t brainwashed, augmented, or anything else. They have nothing hidden on or in them. There’s nothing whatsoever. Now say ‘I’m a dummy’ if you understood.”

“I’m a dummy.”

“It is no longer going to be the face.”

“Thank you! You’re the best!”

“Yeah, I know!”

“Alright… Guess that means we’re going with interrogation.”

“Hey, what’s up with this anyway? You’re being real cagey about a Hypno victim. He doesn’t usually put anything in anyone’s bodies, that’s more like…”

“…”

“…”

“No.”

“April.”

“No fucking way, Leo! I’m done. Out. Fuck this. Fuck you! I cannot BELIEVE YOU-!!!”

“I told you.”

“Mikey, not helping! April, please-!”

Click.

“…”

“…”

“Why did you put her in that position?”

“You complained, but you sure as hell didn’t stop me.”

“How am I supposed to, Lee? How is anyone supposed to-?”

“Y/N is awake.”

“What?!”

“They’ve been awake.”

“Raph, what!?”

“Since when!?”

There was a creak as someone stood up from an old chair.

“I don’t know if they’re at full yet, but at least a little over a minute.”

“Full what?!”

“They don’t look awake.” The voice came so close that you could feel their breath tickle your face.

They’d eaten something with pesto for lunch.

Launching at them with a snarl, they screamed.

“AH! NO BITING!” Mikey stumbled several feet back with his limbs in the air before he toppled over.

Your body shuddered from the movement as a constriction kept you from getting farther than you would have thought. Vertigo spun waves out from what should have been straighter lines as your head bobbed downward. Swaying without your control, you stared at the ropes tied around your torso. Tongue rolling in your mouth, you tried to complain, but what came out was an odd groan.

“E-easy…” Mikey’s hands turned to usher you from the floor as he crawled upright on his knees. “The spell wears off like waking up from a bad nap.”

Nap?

“Weren’t you working on a fix for that?” Leo’s voice griped.

Where was he?

“This is so wrong…” Raph’s voice added like a gruff beacon.

“So we’ve all heard.” Leo must have whipped toward him because there was a fast swish of some kind. “You won’t shut up about it, in fact! Neither of you will! If you’re so bothered, why don’t you just leave already?”

Mikey was coming closer.

You gave a cotton mouthed warble in fear.

“Because there’s no way I’m leaving this to both of you. Not after Mikey dropped the literal package! Not after you lied, Leo! This is way out of line!!”

Kick.

You had to kick.

When you did nothing happened.

He had said spell.

Was that why?

Straining, you reluctantly broke away from staring down the orange turtle to look down at yourself. Your legs were slightly parted and in line with the legs of a wooden chair. Closing your eyes to sharpen your groggy senses, you put all your effort into feeling your limbs. It came slow, but you caught uneven wraps that indicated your legs were tied. Then with a shuffle, you got your fingers flexed and felt the rough edges of ropes around your wrists. Blinking open with exhaustion similarly tied around your brain, you glimpsed Mikey sitting cross-legged right in front of you.

The horrified squeak that came from your chest was not something you were proud of.

“Mikey, back off!”

“Dude, I’d be scared of you too! Give, Y/N a break, would ya?”

“Huh?” Mikey whipped around with genuine dismay. “What did I do?”

“You almost killed them for one.” Leo walked over with his arms folded.

Blearily, the rest of the room was starting to manifest.

Raph was right behind him. “You knocked ‘em out!”

“Hey!” Mikey clicked his tongue and returned to you with huge puppy dog eyes. “You don’t remember that last part do you?”

Looking down from where you were trying to expand your map, you gave him a deadened glare.

“Oh, you remember…” Mikey grimaced.

Raph appeared as a tower and his hand dipped straight into the back Mikey’s beige button up. As the smaller turtle’s limbs shot out, his clothes took definition. His top was only buttoned on the last one which created a deep v to show off his decorated plastron and chain necklaces. He was then lifted straight off the ground which allowed his luna pants to drag. Hoisting Mikey high enough to level with him, Raph stared him dully in the eye. “Calm down, would ya?”

Leo gave an approving nod as he took Mikey’s place. “Now then.”

You had a few choice words that felt wet on your lips and gagged to your ears. Brow coming down as you surely had control of your mouth, you wound your jaw to find that the cotton you had been tasting was actual fabric. It tied tightly around your face, digging into your cheeks, and had soaked in a copious amount of drool. You translated your disgust with the sharpest protest you could make.

“Ears.” Leo announced before reaching around you.

You winced until you felt his fingers at the tie. As soon as it came loose you screeched at the top of your lungs. Throat on fire and body wracked of oxygen, you stopped only when black tinted the edge of your vision. It clung like a smoky fog as you panted and flicks of starburst spread out in wayward arches. Recovering enough breath so that you didn’t feel as close to losing consciousness, you lifted your head to find Leo’s palms pressed snug against the sides of his head. Just behind him Raph stood similarly with Mikey opting for fingers to his tympanum.

Slow and ready to put them back if need be, Leo removed his hands. “As someone who’s experienced that spell first hand more times than I can count, you should just about be able to recognize surroundings. Take a look, I’d save my breath if I were you.”

“You’re literally saying ‘try as you might.’” Raph rolled his eyes. “Do you hear yourself?”

“Do I-!?” Leo stomped away to throw a finger into Raph’s face. “Mister ‘You’re making a mockery of the team, Leo’?! All you’ve done is second guess me for months now-!”

Beside them, Mikey watched the pair with his fingers still to his head, looking back and forth as if he couldn’t tell what they were saying.

Over their bickering, you looked beyond as distance rendered in real time. Blinking wide, you found twinkling lights highlighting arches in what was clearly a subway station. All the usual markers of it were cleared away and looked as if they had been for years. Stairs fed on either side and the chosen furniture made it look like a sort of war room. There were several boards erected on one wall with tons of notes and pictures. Across it there were tables and chairs that came in a variety of sizes to appropriately fit whichever occupant. Looking down at your ropes again, your chair in particular seemed to be missing from its ancient dinner table.

“Enough!” Leo roared and you caught him slapping Raph’s hand from his shoulder. “You’ll back me up.” He turned and marched toward you with a quiet spit of, “You always do.”

Raph’s brow creased and his expression read torn. “You don’t give us a choice.”

Mikey unplugged his tympanum and it was the last thing you caught before Leo occupied all your vision. With a fling of his arm he caught the back of the chair and tipped it as he poured over you. “Why’d you pick Raph?”

Beyond him you could hear Raph give a growl of frustration.

“That’s… what you’re upset about?” You sounded breathy.   

“I’m mad about a lot of things currently, but yes. I’m kinda miffed about it!”

“Versus…” You shook your head to clear residual clouds from your mind. “… you kidnapping me right away?”

“That wasn’t-!” Leo looked scorned and snapped away.

In doing so your heart shot into your throat as you tipped forward and your chair attempted to get back on all its legs. Thankfully, the clatter only rocked to a halt.

“Careful, man…” Mikey hummed, his voice rounding.

“Look.” Leo responded flatly, making his hand a demonstration where you spied the sunglasses he’d once worn. “If someone would bell his tail like we keep telling him, then the real plan wouldn’t have been busted up so fast.”

“It makes noise every, single, time, I move!”

“That’s the point, Reptar!” Leo rolled his eyes.

If only you could kick.

Leo was in perfect kicking range.

“Y/N.”

You glared at him.

“The plan…” He drifted out before straightening up. There, he blew out a breath and did a half-turn to address the room. “We were enjoying the farmer’s market like everyone else when I heard a distinct ‘Donatello is a villain’ from not too far away.”

Though you were tied up, your arms felt loose.

“I dipped to investigate and saw you and your friend. You telling her all about him.”

“You eavesdropped…”

“Yeah.” It wasn’t exactly remorse on his face, but there were signs that he wished he hadn’t. “It ‘cleared up’ several things for me, but also a few glaring issues.”

Not knowing whether to scream or pale, you sat with parted lips.

“One, that he’s still active and two, that all the people tugging my ear holes had a point.” Leo turned to pointedly look at Raph and Mikey.

He received folded arms and a lolled head, respectively.

“You need to talk to us.” He addressed you. “Clear up what has become an insane misunderstanding.”

Forcing all your weight down, you managed a hop in the chair. “You fucking think!?”

“Yeah…” Leo’s teeth flashed and he leaned away. “Can I keep going?”

“I literally can’t stop you.”

He tried to force a smile, but it downturned along with the lengths of his arms. “Alright, so I took that new info to the guys and we agreed on that much.”

Raph made a noise that said that wasn’t quite right.

Leo didn’t turn, but his pupil darted in that direction. “We were going to snoop around where we were already shopping and see if we could covertly catch your eye for an amicable chat.”

Unable to focus on his stupid face, your gaze drifted up to his bald head. 

He’d had a hat at one point. 

Probably to cover it up. 

“My ideal scenario was like this: me and you bump into each other at the jam stand. You ever try fig mostarda, by the way? Mikey put me onto it recently with chicken and prosciutto and mama mia!” Leo came up and pinched a finger to his thumb.

“It’s all about balancing flavor.” Mikey chirped.

Something about the response knocked Leo back into his point. “We’d meet. I’d recommend the mostarda. We’d try samples and I’d ask if I could borrow you for a talk.”

“And somewhere in there you faked free shit to lure my friends away.”

“I panicked! Raph got caught!!” Leo threw his arms out. “I wrangled Mikey and it was his idea! He’s friends with the jerky lady!”

“We met at a workshop.” Mikey chuckled.

“Then, you clearly felt like you were being ambushed and-!”

Your lids fell so far your eyes almost closed.

“I… turned it into a real ambush.”

Raph’s arms came undone for a hardy flick that said that was what he’d been waiting for.

Suddenly looking mortified, Leo only then seemed to take in the entire scene. “Fuck.”

“Wait, you didn’t realize until just now?” Mikey’s head leaned forward with utter disbelief. “Like right now?”

Leo shot him a guilty look.

Mikey let out a long whistle.

Raph smacked the back of Mikey’s head.

“Hey! What’d I do!?”

“You enabled him!!” Raph held out the same hand to gesture toward Leo. “He was in one of his moods and you went along!”

“For the record, I totally mentioned that earlier.” Leo held a hand over his mouth while talking to you at a normal volume.

“Double hey!” Mikey whipped his head around. “Leo’s plans work out! I was trusting the system!”

“You don’t even trust the regular system!” Raph pinched between his eyes.

“How could I?! Physics lies!” From where he’d sat cross-legged on the floor, Mikey began to lift off and float like a wayward balloon.

“Not everyone can do that!” Raph gave a big sweep so the air generated would blow Mikey away.

Spinning upside-down and bun hanging on for dear life, Mikey grinned with nothing but teeth.

“He gets to fly and have hair. Life truly favors the youngest.” Leo sighed.

“Let me get this straight.” You ground out. 

They had no self control. 

Leo turned toward you with honest interest.

“You try to stage what is basically some kind of fucked up meet-cute to clear the air, and when it goes wrong, you get me alone, use Raph as a distraction, throw the attention of the crowd, knock me out with magic, bring me to the subway, and tie me up to interrogate me!?”

Silence prevailed like an itchy blanket.

“When you say it like that, it sounds terrible.” Leo grimaced and was clearly sweating.

“Because it is!!! Why are you like this!? Who thinks like that!? It’s like you’re a cartoon character!”

It also sounded eerily familiar, but you weren’t going to get into that.

Raph made his way over.

Leo, nerves fried, went on high alert. “And where do you think you’re going!?”

“I’m untying Y/N. This has gotten way out of hand. You know it now so let’s knock it off.”

“No!” With a slide of outstretched arms and legs, Leo blocked his brother from you. “We still don’t know what they’re up to!”

With his height, you could see Raph set his face with irritation. “Leo, you heard April. They’ve got nothing. Which-” He looked at you. “-are you alright? Why don’t you have a phone?”

It had been a long day. 

Your eyes closed as you rocked back.

You couldn’t see it, but you could sense Leo whipping around at your hesitation.

“What… you caught the tail end of was…” Doubt held your tongue.

Here you were, miserable in having a front seat to their antics when your friends weren’t much better. 

They just weren’t superpowered. 

You paled at the thought. 

Shoving the concept aside, you at least sympathized with how tired you were of all the damned misunderstandings. “… a fucked up not intervention because Coral, my friend that you saw, thought… Donnie was… hurting me…”

The two parties you could see stiffened with open worry.

“He isn’t, to be clear.”

“But she had reason to think so?” Leo took an honest  step towards you.

“I don’t want to get into it, but yes.” You shot him what you hoped was a clear look. “It was circumstantial and none of it was his fault.” Letting your expression sour, you injected venom. “You should know that much though. From listening in.”

Leo shirked to the side. “I… may have tuned some stuff out.”

“Leo!” Raph threw his head back.

“You smell it too!” Leo hissed with a sudden ferocity. “You’d do the same!”

Raph balked and his gaze fell to the floor.

Mikey floated slowly to your right. “Smell what?”

“Don’t ask!”

“You don’t wanna know!”

Mikey shot you a curious look.

You blatantly ignored him.

Raph waved his arms to change course. “How does that explain your phone?!”

“Coral thought…” You shot a barbed look at Leo. “… that Donnie might be tracking me. She stole my phone and tech-” Your mouth snapped shut.

“You do have tech!” Leo jumped and landed pointing at you as if he’d revealed a great mystery. “I knew it!”

Your head shot away which you both hated for its guilty factor and because it put you right in the eye line of Mikey.

“Also! Vindication!” Leo’s fingers were flying to accuse all parties. “I’m not paranoid! I’m not the only one who thought all of this and, triple point score, this girl didn’t even know the purple pain-in-my-ass was a bad guy!!”

Having validated nonsense, you clocked the back of your head against the chair.

Raph pushed Leo out of the way like he weighed nothing. “Y/N…?”

“Yes, Raph?” You stared at the brick ceiling.

“It sounds like… you’ve answered this question a million times, but… does he?”

“No, Raph.”

A hush fell that was broken with a skin slapping noise. When your head came back down, Raph was rolling his eyes as Leo batted at him.

“Tell me about the tech!” Leo jumped away before Raph could stop him.

“No.” You glared daggers.

“Is he converting you to the dark side?” Mikey did a little wiggle to right himself.

“No!” You didn’t pass the orange turtle a look.

“I’m convinced!” Mikey lowered with purpose and landed on the tips of his toes. “I’m with Raph now, Lee. Let’s let Y/N go.”

“Et tu!?” Leo gasped. “You didn’t even clear anything up!”

Mikey’s expression fell, but nowhere near the other times you’d seen it do so. “I’m reminded of a saying from group; you can’t change how people perceive you.”

“Todd-ism’s are full of it!” Leo hissed.

Mikey continued on as if his brother hadn’t spoken. “You can only try to be a good person.” He turned towards you. “I haven’t been good to you and you have every right to hate me for it. No more second guessing you or pushing.”

A little stunned, you gave a wary nod.

Mikey walked over to Raph to punctuate his chosen side.

“No! What?! No!!” Leo screeched. “We were going to take turns!! We were going to fix this! We were going to make everything right!”

Staring at the manic back of Leo’s head, you could only think of how he didn’t handle change well.

It was another bizarre coincidence.

“Let me start from the beginning!” Leo’s light bulb going off shined so brightly that it blew. He turned wild eyes towards you and grabbed each side of the back of your chair, getting dangerously close to your face. “It all started when we were 14! Some new mutant came onto the scene-!”

“Leo, that’s enough!!” Raph gave what sounded very much like a final warning.

“Leo, you’re losing it! Calm down, man!!” Mikey pleaded.

You could only feel two things:

Your racing heart and fear.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up at the all encompassing broken expression on Leo’s face.

“-We were fucking teenagers and this asshole comes up comparing back stories like it’s a fucking competition! Swinging in with intelligence that was incomprehensible next to us! Where I’d been the ‘idea guy’ at best, suddenly everyone’s lives are in my hands on what can only be described as a whim! I tried my best to keep my team-my family alive in the face of a murderer. So yeah, I developed fucking anxiety, but who wouldn’t!? It was relentless. It was my whole life! It was all consuming!! Ever present!!! One wrong move and they die! They don’t come back!! When that’s all I have!!! Plus! There’s this whole other me that failed so badly he ended the entire, fucking, world!!! I had to be better than was ever possible for me, myself, or I, but especially better than him!!!”  

You blinked.

Your lips rounded.

“Oh.”

The vowel popped out.

Weak and small.

Barely alive.

“Shit, he’s having a meltdown.” You heard Raph say.

“Already on it.” There was a rush of sound and you knew it was Mikey’s chains.

Leo blinked and his pupils disappeared.

He was gone from you before your muscles could alight with terror at the change.

What happened next came in colors.

An exploded rush of red that seemed to envelope the whole room.

Your chair flew out and orange chains netted like a catcher’s mitt to keep you from hitting a wall.

Over a dozen blue discs appeared with flashes of green soaring through them faster than you could track.

Your chair hit the ground on one leg and you felt the wood splinter from impact.

Then, there was a voice.

Gruff, but booming.

“Boys!”

Everything stopped.

In a single lid fall and raise, it was all gone.

All the color was reduced to three men standing at erect attention in a line.

Facing one of the staircases.

You were slow to turn there.

Standing with one hand against the wall and a single foot off the steps was a little rat man.

With white hair, a worn-in yukata, and a cane, he positioned the latter to help him make the final descent.

It took a grunt with his weight, but in a slow turn, he took the room in. “What is going on here?”

None of them could bear to go first. 

They hung their heads.

Like they were reduced to children. 

“You boys haven’t fought like this since you were kids…” The rat man’s gaze hit you and his expression fell. “What is this…? What have you done?”

Their bodies didn’t shuffle, but you saw the back of Raph’s head turn away.

With a clack of his cane against the brick, the rat man charged straight over to you. There, his gaze appeared from under bushy eyebrows as he openly took you in. “Who… are you…?”

Eyes widening as his met yours, you placed a wayward comment. “You’re Lou Jitsu…”

Struck by the name, he leaned back. “Oh!” Shifting from surprise, he stroked his beard. “What’s this?! I still maintain my looks! I told you boys I will always be recognizable!”

“Or…” Your gaze dropped. “You had a few names. Yoshi… or…?”

He gave a single sharp bang with his cane before his aura tripled the size of his small height. “How do you know that name?”

“I’m…”

He’d called them boys.

Raph had mentioned their dad.

They consider themselves brothers.

“Well?” He turned to give you a single focused eye.

“I’m dating Donatello.”

It was like you’d punched him in the gut.

Visibly shaken, he wheezed on a breath and took a step back.

“Dad!” Mikey called out.

The man rose a single hand to stop them and coughed violently, clearing his throat.

Not leaving formation, Mikey pulled the hand he was reaching out with to nurse at his chest.

The rat man managed a deep breath and set himself. He then turned and, from the way the turtles reacted, he was doing a fatherly scan of an incident.

You watched guilt pass each of them differently.

Mikey flicked a glance before dropping his gaze to the floor along with the hunch of his body.

Raph took a pained expression and sent it to the side.

Leo’s whole body twitched, but he remained the firmest.

He stared his dad down openly.

They stood like that for a long moment before the rat man returned to you.

In that single exchange, though it seemed clear he’d been left out of the loop, you could tell he knew everything he needed to.

“Do you deserve this treatment?”

“No…” You debated it for a moment and then gave in. “…sir.”

“None of that.” He ushered before giving an effort to kneel down. It took a pinch to his face but his long pink fingers came around one of your legs. “Splinter is the current name you are looking for.”

“Oh.” The sound was unlike the one you’d given Leo. “Master?”

He shook his head and the binds to your left leg fell loose.

“Splinter.” You repeated aloud to cement it.

Your right leg came free and he slowed, psyching himself up to stand. You watched him and picked up on how he was avoiding your gaze. “Is…. dating… new? I have not heard much about this…”

His voice was so small.

Almost as small as him.

It was also as broken as a parent trying to scrape what little they could about a child that no longer spoke to them. 

“It’s…” You softened in spite of worries that he might deserve that absence.

Something told you he didn’t.

There were so many misunderstandings. 

“It’s new for him.” You spoke fondly. “We just had our one year anniversary.”

Splinter perked up and one of his ears flicked with intense interest. His shoulders then hiked with embarrassment as he attempted to tuck it away and get to his feet. “Congratulations are in order.”

You nodded, heart yanked. “Yes, he’s… very romantic.”

There was a sharp exhale from one of the turtles.

It was no match for the pride oozing off Splinter. It buoyed him to his feet where he began to undo the knots at your back. “I… would like to ask another question, if that is alright?”

“Sure.” Your arms came loose and you flexed them.

“Is he…” Splinter’s voice shattered and he had to hold onto a shard as he undid the last binding.

In a slow release, the ropes around your torso slacked.

He hobbled all the way around you to get strength from your gaze to continue. “Is… Donatello… I mean… Is he… alright?”

Leo clicked his tongue so loudly it sliced through the room.

Without you even blinking, Splinter’s cane disappeared from existence.

You only found it because of the loud noise that emitted from Leo as it hit him in the face. 

“Orange.”

“Yep!” Mikey sang and stepped out of formation on a single leg. In a peppy hop, he snatched up the cane from Leo’s collapsed form and ran over to pass it back to his dad.

Splinter took it with a little smile and Mikey gave him a peck to his forehead before jogging back to his place.

“Can I ask you something?”

Splinter’s ear flicked again. “I assume you have many.”

You nodded.

“Please.”

“He… Donnie…” You clarified and wrung your free hands. “He said you never looked for him…?”

Splinter gave a sad sigh. “Would you mind coming with me?”

Your lips twitched.

Splinter took notice. “This is not ideal for you or my back. I require my chair.”

You gave a single laugh. “Something orthopedic?”

“Yes, I can never say that word.” Splinter gave his own puff of humor before glancing at the turtles. “Blue, portal.”

Leo had just gotten back up. “You’re joking.”

Raph glowered down at him.

Mikey smacked a hand to his face.

“What?!” Leo shot a sour look down the line. “It’s not even about this, but ho’boy you better believe I’m pissed about it! It’s about him abusing my power! He does this all the time! It’s an ongoing thing! Last week it was just to get the remote which, by the way, ended up being on the arm right  next to him!!”

“It takes like two seconds.” Raph’s hands turned up to gesture how ridiculous Leo was being.

“Says the guy who’s 7’6”! You literally don’t even have to embiggen to get whatever crap he needs from the top shelf” Leo folded his arms.

“Leonardo.” Splinter addressed evenly. “I will listen next family meeting. For now….”

Leo’s lips pursed before he held his hand out. There out of a blink of blue light, he pulled out a sword and swung it. In front of you, a blue portal appeared.

“Thank you.” Splinter bobbed a thankful nod before walking through it.

You gave the boys a final glance before moving to enter it as well.

Coming out the otherside felt like nothing and you watched as Splinter was already scrambling up into an armchair. Now in a glorified TV room, there was a huge projector on one wall and familial seating scattered about the space. With Splinter’s grunts filling the air, he eventually got turned around before reclining back with a contented sigh.

You stood awkwardly beside him and reviewed the options which ranged from a sofa to an old patched bean bag. Nervous, you perched on the edge of the closest couch seat.

Taking a moment to bask in relief, Splinter’s eyes opened with a faraway look. “I did.”

You perked up.

“I know he does not believe me, but I did not know… that he survived. I saw four turtles, but only three slid out during the explosion…” His head turned towards you. “In the chaos, I looked for the fourth, but the lab was collapsing. I had to assume he didn’t…” His gaze sharpened and he looked forward again. “I would hold that assumption for 15 years.”

Your eyes darted, trying to log every single word and candor.

“The boys did not tell me when they found out. How could they? I had never mentioned their… other...” Splinter gestured downward and you looked out to see another staircase leading out of the room. “I would come to know only after overhearing them complain about a purple assailant off handedly.” Pain bled into his features. “I do not blame them. For a long time none of us were very honest with one another.”

Your gaze flicked up with knowledge. “They… you’re saying they didn’t tell you when they met Donnie?”

“I did not find out until a year had passed since he was revealed to be another turtle.”

 Your head dropped.

What was wrong with all of them?

That was rhetorical.

It was also frustrating beyond comprehension.

“I could have cleared things up, but…” Splinter’s hand spun, gesturing to what he’d already explained.

You brought your head up, weakly.

“I remember that moment clearly: I was eating cereal and dropped my bowl.” He lifted from his chair with a slight wince. “I left then to find him. My… what I considered my lost… son…”

The last word was so quiet, you had to put it in place through context.

“I found him within the hour. He was… not what I expected.”

Your eyes widened.

“I could not…” Agony warped his words. “I could not approach. I felt shame. I was at fault. If I had only-“ He choked and crushed his lids down to compose himself. What surfaced were wounds that had been ripped open time and time again, never healing quite right. “I had made a habit of running away. Always. From everything.”

You stood and looked for tissues.

Splinter massaged his temple. “I ended up shadowing him for many, many nights. Never able to approach. I saw… what he had become… what had been done to him… What he continued to do.”

 Not finding them, you approached his side.

He looked at you with a forlorn fondness. “Another mistake on many. In my distraction, I did not see what was happening with my other boys. The Shredder took form and by the time I was able to meet with Donatello, it was under the worst circumstance.”

You gave a shallow nod.

“I would try over and over to reach him after that.” Splinter’s eyes shone and then he sent them away. “Too late.”

Your hand pressed into the armrest.

He covered it with his own. “Too late to help my lost son. Too late to help the ones I raised. Almost too late to keep humanity from perishing.”

“It didn’t…” You whispered.

“It didn’t.” He agreed. “I have made more mistakes than I care to count.”

You caught his thumb and squeezed.

“I could not keep them from hurting each other.” He choked out.

You dropped to your knees to meet his eye level.

He looked over you with a tiny smile fighting against his pain. “There is no need to feel bad. I did nothing but age and fail my boys.”

You wanted to protest, but even now, you still didn’t know enough.

You had very little to offer.

Only what you knew.

“Donnie is amazing.”

Splinter’s eyes popped open and a single, fat tear rolled out.

“He’s loving and kind and a genius and totally insane and I adore him.”

Splinter leaned forward and his other hand added to the stack.

“He laughs now.” Your head tilted and you couldn’t keep a smile off your face. “I’ve never asked, but I don’t think he ever really did in a happy way?”

Splinter gave a rapid nod.

“He smiles a lot. Way more than when we first met. It’s like everyday he’s a little bit happier.”

You felt little claws dig into your skin, but it didn’t hurt.

You glanced at the projector. “He still doesn’t like movies, but he watches them. He’s not one for music, but he doesn’t mind when I hum a tune. He’s got these ninja-like moves, but he can’t throw a piece of candy to save his life. He’s an amazing chef and went through a food science phase which was both good and bad. He… When we met he was on a ridiculous quest to find a good sandwich.”

“Mikey loves to cook!” The phrase shot out of him with a near sob.

“I’ve heard sort of: that he goes to fancy shops and now the farmer’s market.”

“Too adventurous!” Splinter gave an annoyed grunt. “He makes the best food and then inedible dishes!”

You laughed. “We had raw meat dry aging in our fridge for weeks!”

Splinter removed a hand to bang it as a fist to the chair. “I’ve had enough jerky to shrivel up and become one!”

Sharing in chuckles, he broke the moment first with an exhale that spoke to an ages old held breath. “Thank you… I did not catch your name.”

“Y/N.”

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“Thank you.” Your shoulders bobbed. “You saved me.”

Splinter clicked his tongue, not unlike Leo. “I have been left out yet again.”

Sympathy came, but he dispelled it with an irritated rock of his body.

“To do this while I was out enjoying a competition! From my dojos! I cannot believe them!” His eyes closed with indignity as he threw his head back.

“That’s… you were… at what-?” You stalled, hit with way too much information.

“The Lou Jitsu Schools of Ninjutsu!” Splinter sharply bobbed with pride. “Raphael brought them back from the brink and reestablished us as the top martial arts school in the city!”

“H-huh.”

Splinter eyed you. “You have not heard of this. I doubt your taste.”

“Hey!”

He gave a snicker.

You puffed out your cheeks, annoyed.

“I’m sure you do not want to hear me drone on any longer. The kidnapping was enough. Let’s get you home.”

Your gaze flattened out on how he’d so easily glossed over that second part.

“BOYS!!!”

You jerked away at the sound, ears ringing.

Splinter turned to address the turtles as they clambered in.

“Don’t they all have super hearing…?” You rubbed your drums.

“Yes, they were listening in.” Splinter eyed Mikey specifically who whistled away.

“Why?”

“I like yelling!” Splinter pronounced with his entire chest.

You groaned and rounded the back of the chair.

“Leonardo, you will not hinder Y/N further.”

“Just me?” Leo spit, quiet.

“Your back talk says it is truly only you.” Splinter stood and tapped his cane to the cushion. “Deliver them directly.”

Leo went ramrod straight and fury rolled off of him. “Dad, you don’t-!”

“You will not fight.” Splinter looked over his shoulder at you and winked before returning to his son. “Call him.”

“You have Donnie’s number?!” Your hackles went up.

“Not… exactly…” Leo was looking so sour that he was a moment away from pickling himself. “It’s a nuclear option kind of thing. One use only.”

You tilted your head, not sure how that worked.

“Meaning we can’t blow it just because someone got their phone taken away like a kid!”

You bristled, but felt Splinter’s ire turn towards you. “You do not have a phone?”

“If you didn’t know, why'd you ask me to call!?” Leo whined.

“Call is general! I do not know about your nuclear system! That is for power plants!” Splinter snapped away to scold Leo before returning that grouch to you.

You had to avoid that tough fatherly eye. “It’s a long story...”

“Who does not have a phone these days?!” Splinter fussed.

Leo threw his arms out and hummed loudly at Raph.

“Even I have a phone.” Reaching into his yukata, he pulled out an older model. “I hate it.”

“It’s so easy though, dad!” Mikey groaned.

“Yeah, yeah.” Splinter brushed the lot of them off with a flick of his huge tail. “As I said.”

“‘You will not fight’!” Leo mocked. “So great when you can throw a decree down on me knowing full well the other party has no obligation to follow it!”

“He will. As you will also pass a message along.”

Leo froze in his stoop to turn a curious gaze up.

You watched Leo, confused, before realizing the whole lot of them were wide-eyed at this message idea. Turning to Splinter, you caught, up close, the way his gaze tinted with suffering. “You will tell him to meet me at our usual booth. He will understand.”

“Dad…” Raph mouthed.

“Have you…?” Mikey covered his mouth to keep anymore from coming out.

In front of them Leo held up a fist which had the tactical code for silence. “The family meeting is tonight.”

Splinter gave a nod as if this was a bargaining session.

Leo turned away and signaled for Mikey to follow him.

Raph watched them go, on edge.

Splinter let his posture drop and pressed a hand around his back. “I apologize Y/N. I also ask, if… he will permit…” He slid you a small glance. “If you will come as well?”

“Uh… sure.” You nodded, not exactly sure what you were agreeing to beyond some kind of meeting.

“I am going to sit and watch my programs now. You can stay or go.” Splinter waved you away before collapsing into his chair.

You frowned at how dismissive he was until he spoke a final time with a heavy heart.

“Thank you.”

Giving a little sigh, you nodded. “Of course.”

Raph was twiddling his fingers, near the stairs.

“How long will the call take?”

Raph surfaced from his thoughts and craned an arm behind his head. “The way I understand, it gets forced through, so it’s more like how long it’ll take him to get… not here, but… whatever meeting place Leo sets.”

“Does he… not know where here is?” You walked over.

“It’s a big ask, but can we keep it that way?” Raph turned, urging you to join him in descending the stairs.

“I don’t see how that’s something I can do.” You followed. “Like, again, how he doesn’t already know.”

“We’ve, uh, got a network kinda thing protecting us from his bots. It took a lot of trial and error.”

“It…” You gave one last glance to the disappearing rumpus room. “You’ve clearly been here awhile.”

Raph nodded. “Longest yet, going on six years.”

“I won’t tell. I also have no idea where we are because of the kidnapping.” You barbed the last word. 

Raph droned out an abysmal sound. 

Satisfied by it, you continued. “But I can’t help… Donnie being Donnie.” You grimaced.

Raph showed his understanding with a glance. “Dad’s weird code better mean something. I don’t like the idea of sending Leo alone.”

“I can’t guarantee he’ll listen to me, but I’ll try to keep the exchange civil…”

Raph had reached the end of the stairs having casually taken them several at a time. Where you were about to reach him, he turned back with honest confusion. “Why?”

“Why…?”

“Why… would you? You should want to support him, right? After what we did…” Raph glanced back and you realized you were back in the pseudo war room.

“I don’t…” You slowed, not sure of exactly how to put it. “Whatever is happening with you all is… so much bigger than me. Even with a bias… taking sides when there’s so much I don’t know…” You hit the landing and quieted, lost.

Silence beat the air until Raph chuffed.

You looked up to find him sporting a lopsided grin with a sharp canine peaking out. “I see why he likes you.”

A blush crept onto your cheeks and you had to look away.

Raph hummed with light laughter.

Needing to distract yourself, you kicked only to scuff your shoe on brick. “By the way…”

“Yeah?” He examined the ground as if looking for a pebble.

“What was with the scary Leo warning? Not doing it Leo’s way?” You looked up with a faint dusting still lingering.

Raph’s lid dropped along with his head like a heavy weight fell on him. “I really don’t like that mustard'ah! It’s all those dang little seeds. They get stuck in my teeth and then my fingers are too big to-” He blinked his eyes wide, seeing you anew. “-and I’m realizing now how scary it musta sounded. Raph does not wanna be like those guys so let’s say I mighta been worried about how a talk with Leo might have gone…” He gestured to some of the wreckage that marked the earlier meltdown. “…which is sometimes not great.”

“I’ll take it.” You gave a sort of defeated smile. 

Leo stormed up a set of stairs you hadn’t seen used yet. “We need to go.” He located you and his gaze narrowed, lethally. “Now.”

“Leo…” Raph urged.

“I know.” There was a split second break in Leo’s staunch façade and you saw a flash of how genuinely nervous he was.

“Where’s Mikey?” Raph held himself back and his posture told you it was because of you.

It was an unspoken agreement.

You weren’t supposed to see that kind of weakness.

You moved over to Leo’s side.

Leo tracked you the whole way. “Keeping an eye out.”

“Which entrance?” Raph straightened his composure.

“Grand.” Leo clipped. “Stand by at Black Cat and I’ll signal if it goes south.”

With a tight nod, Raph took off.

“We’re hoofing it and he isn’t going to wait. Follow me.” Leo headed back towards the stairs he’d come up.

“Can’t you portal? Sounds like you know where.” You glanced at where Raph had gone. “Isn’t it… bad for me to see where we’re going?”

“I’ve monitored you. You don’t have the mapping capability for a ‘one and done’ memorization.”

You sneered, having to triple your speed only to keep falling behind. “That doesn’t answer my first question.”

“He can track mystic energy to an extent.” Leo threw a glance over his shoulder and saw you struggling. He slowed a little.

You parted him a wilted form of gratitude as you hit the bottom of the stairs, passed some old retrofitted subway cars, and disappeared down a dark tunnel.

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― pairing : Mikey x fem! reader ― content warnings : smut, fluff, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all) ― word count : 2.366 ― notes : different day, different blog, but this fic is still dedicated to my lovely muse @stressedfranya ― notes : the fic title means “you’ll come back to me”, it’s inspired by “la paura del buio” by  Måneskin 

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

Mikey fervently captured your lips with an open mouthed kiss, nothing but a desperate – yet very cute, attempt to hide his whimpers; his breath was ragged and uneven, his cheeks were flushed red, and his inexperienced fingers were almost hesitantly resting against your hips.

«You can touch me, pretty boy.» you confidently smiled at him, as you grinded your hips against his, creating enough friction to stimulate the both of you but not enough to get you off yet.

Nervously licking his lips, Mikey nodded at your words, and as you leaned back, balancing yourself on his firm thighs to move from a new angle, your boyfriend’s fingers started to explore your body, as he tried not to completely get lost in pleasure.

It was indeed a cute sight; you could feel Mikey’s thighs tense against yours anytime you purposely clenched against his length, and he would hide his face in the crook of your neck every now and then, hungrily nibbling at the skin of your neck between panted moans.

Shaky fingers wrapped themselves around your wrists, and you glanced at Mikey for any sign of discomfort; as if he was reading your mind, he quickly shook his head, mumbling a quiet «come here», his usual upbeat tone now huskier and filled with need. He placed your hands on his shoulders, and you scoffed, trying to hide a smile because, of course, you knew what he was trying to do and of course, you complied to his silent request.

Threading your fingers between Mikey’s golden hair you gave it a harsh tug, making your boyfriend moan almost sinfully in return, his hips stuttering against yours as he came with your name on his lips as if it was a prayer.

«Holy fucking hell,» you whined to yourself, vigorously shaking your head as if the gesture alone would have made those intruding thoughts slip away from your mind through your ears, as if you just took a dive in a pool and you were not still at work.

«Why am I even remembering that, now?» you mumbled to yourself, somehow exasperated with your own thoughts process, as you grabbed both your jacket and your bag, walking towards the front door of the shop you worked in just to check if the door was actually closed.

Quick flashbacks of a boy with golden hair kept alternating in your memory, and you sighed to yourself in deject.

“It’s almost Halloween,” you thought, distressed fingertips weakly fixing your glasses; on Halloween night, six years ago, you and Mikey ended once and for all your relationship.

Mikey had undoubtedly been the love of your life, that was the only thing you were certain about; moreover, sadly enough, even if you willingly had other relationships and met new people, you constantly faced the fact that you couldn’t bring yourself to love anyone else.

However, you had to face the fact that – despite the love they shared, not every couple was meant to be together and so, life made sure for you and Mikey to never see each other again for years.

Six years, three months and still counting, to be exact.

Of course, you couldn’t know that yet, but fate indeed had its own way to ask for forgiveness.

As you finished placing your groceries in the trunk of your car, a familiar voice calling your name made you almost slam your head against its roof due to sudden surprise; with an unceremonious movement, you immediately leaned back and, as cliché as it sounded, you could swear that time started to flow in slow motion.

As unexpected as finding your favourite ice-cream on sale, Mikey was standing few feet from you; the long golden hair you were so enamoured with were now slightly longer and as black as a starless night sky and still, he looked handsome.

«Hi?» you weakly offered with a smile, nervously playing with the keys in your hands; your heart – that traitor, immediately started hammering in your chest, as if to remind you that yes, after all this time, Mikey still had the power to give your butterflies with nothing but a gentle smile.

«Hi.» he echoed as he took few steps closer to you; however, the tender smile adorning his lips fell as soon as he saw you take an almost imperceptible step back. Mikey misinterpreted your action, and thinking something along the lines of “what was I even expecting?”, he stopped walking.

Mikey’s nervous stance mirrored yours, and he placed his hands in his pockets, tilting his head to the side; the fact that you kept avoiding his gaze deeply saddened him, especially because – judging by your behaviour, he felt like a fool for hanging onto his feelings for so many years.

Six years and five months, just to be clear.

«How…» you nervously cleared your throat, finally mustering enough courage to meet your ex lover’s gentle gaze, «how have you been?»

«Good,» he Mikey seemed to relax a little bit at your attempt to keep the conversation going, and he nodded at your question, «I’ve- I just got back in town, you know. How- How are you doing?»

“He just got back?” you thought, finally finding an answer to the fact that, despite occasionally and of course, by chance, walking through the places he used to go more frequently, you never saw him once.

«I’m okay!» you quickly nodded at his question. The conversation that the two of you were having was both incredibly awkward and painful to see, but still, no one knows how you managed to entertain a vain and small talk for few minutes. Most importantly, in your heart, it was as if neither you nor Mikey wanted for that unexpected meeting to end.

«We should see each other sometimes,» Mikey casually offered, and you did your best to hide your surprised expression, «you know, to catch up.»

«Of course.» you immediately answered, making the boy smile. That’s how you and Mikey exchanged your phone numbers with the promise to have dinner together.

“What am I doing?” you thought as soon as you got back in your car, “I’m pushing thirties and I’m still blushing like a high-schooler.”

“What am I doing?” Mikey thought as soon as he started the engine of his bike, “I’m a gang leader, and I acted as flustered as the first time I asked her out.”

In the end, you ended up at Mikey’s place to eat take out food. At some point of the night, you had to admit to yourself that you had no reason to feel nervous in the first place; of course, you tensed up as soon as Mikey admitted to be a gang leader but still, judging from the expensive apartment with an amazing view over the city, you didn’t expect any less.

Mikey and you spent your time together talking and joking around, and you felt like after all, no time had passed from those days – years ago, where Mikey used to crash at your apartment just to spend time with each other.

Of course, one thing led to another and, somewhere in between casual touches and lingering gazes, you found yourself admiring the view from Mikey’s apartment while your forehead was pressed against the glass window, your breath occasionally fogging a little part of its cold surface.

The fact that you were glancing outside was a blatant lie because, how could you focus on anything else when Mikey was moving his hips against yours creating an oh, so delicious friction?

Mikey mindlessly traced a path of open-mouthed kisses on your nape, as he was slowly moving his hips against yours; your left cheek and your chest were now pressed against the window’s cold glass, and your back was arched as much as you managed to in the desperate attempt to feel more. Although the position wasn’t entirely comfortable for you, Mikey made up for it with bold touches here and there; his fingertips would ghost under your blouse, tracing their way from your throat to your clit.

Mikey’s moves were passionate, bold and almost calculated, and much to your dismay, there was no trace of the extremely shy and clumsy Mikey that asked you to ruin him while being sprawled on your bed.

This Mikey was restlessly fucking you against a window while mumbling against your skin how much he missed you. Hiding a pleased smile in the crook of your neck after hearing your needy whimpers, Mikey’s right hand pressed against the hand you were pressing against the window, just to somehow intertwine your fingers together.

Honestly, you were certain that there was molten core pooling in your lower abdomen, however, before you could beam yourself in the sensation of your orgasm, Mikey gradually slowed the pace of his hips until he eventually stopped moving.

«So big, Mikey,» you breathed, moving your hips backward in order to look for more friction, as his left hand stopped stimulating your clit, «you’re so big.»

«Am I?» he questioned with a smug tone, as the fingertips of his left hand were mindlessly caressing your hipbone. It didn’t take long for you to realize what he was trying to do, since it was something you had loved to do with him many years ago; between touches and kisses, Mikey kept teasing you, his only goal for you to beg him to let you come. Of course, you would be lying if you were to say that back then, you didn’t beam yourself in the sight of Mikey’s watering eyes and blushy cheeks as he begged you to let him come after you’ve teased him for hours; however, you’d never expected for your actions to backfire like this.

Doing your best to ignore Mikey’s length occasionally twitching inside you anytime you clenched around him, you reached back with your left hand, but before you could intertwine your fingertips in his raven black hair, you found both your hands being pressed against the window.

«Here I thought I was being good enough for you.» he mumbled against your neck, as he left another trail of open mouthed kisses. The grip around your hands tightened, and you decided that for once, you didn’t have to be the one in control; after all, judging by how quickly you were about to reach your first orgasm, you had to admit to yourself that this new side of Mikey was definitely alluring.

«Let me cum, Mikey, please.» although your voice was barely a whisper, your ex lover decided that still, it was okay to him; during the years, he had desired to be with you for so many nights that now that he finally had the chance, he didn’t want to waste time with unnecessary role-play.

Mikey slid out of you, gently taking your hand to lead you towards the nearest couch in his expensive and wide living room; you both quickly finished undressing yourselves – you discarded your blouse and your bra while Mikey simply took off his shirt, before he let you climb on top of him and quickly slid back inside of you while trying to hide a needy hiss, his head leaning back against the couch.

Like good old times, you were now riding Mikey, alternating sensual moves of your hips to occasional grinding against each other; however, he quickly noticed the fact that you still seemed to be hesitant about something, since your hands were locked on his shoulders for the time being.

«You can touch me, pretty girl.» he offered with a smug smile, snaking his arms around your waist and pushing your chest closer to his; you scoffed a laugh, recognizing his words as the ones you used to pronounce.

Eventually, your lips met Mikey’s for the first time that night, and the familiar sensation of euphoria pooled in your lower abdomen. It was kind of paradoxical, your hips were moving against each other in an incredible slow pace, and still, you could feelMikey tremble below you.

«I missed you,» you heard him say anytime your lips parted for few seconds, just to angle your kiss a different way, «I missed you so much.» he confessed, as the atmosphere in the room gradually grew so intimate that it almost prevented you from breathing properly. Mikey kept you close to his body, sinking his short nails in your thighs, refusing to stop kissing you despite his ragged and uneven breath; you did just the same, threading your fingers in his hair and shyly confessing that you missed him too.

Mikey bit your lips as he came, riding his high as he hid his head in the crook of your neck, and you came right after him, loving the way he kept kissing your skin and brush his fingertips over your clit to help you ride your orgasm.

Mikey’s arms seemed to tighten around your waist, preventing your from standing up from the couch; he still had his forehead against your collarbones, and you knew that he could feel the wild rhythm of your heart, not anymore caused from your post orgasm state. Instinctively, you hugged his neck, the reality of the fact that you were probably still sharing the same feelings slowly crashing onto you.

«I really missed you.» you heard Mikey state, even though he wasn’t looking at you.

«I know. I missed you, too.» you offered back, slightly moving your head just to kiss his hair.

«Don’t leave,» Mikey timidly added after few never-ending seconds of silence, his arms seemed to tighten around your waist to empathize his words, «let’s make things right, this time.»

«Mikey, just to be clear, you’re asking me to be your girlfriend, again?» you swallowed the lump in your throat, your heart now threatening to jump off your chest due to its wild rhythm.

«I am,» Mikey’s head leaned back, his gentle gaze finally meeting yours as his fingertips gently cradled your face, «I want to be yours, as long as you want to be mine.» In a silent answer, you leaned in and captured your lover’s in another kiss filled with adoration.

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Remember Me - Part 2

Okay - should have done this on the first part, but I forgot. The time frame for this is Season 12-ish. Chuck & Amara have skipped happily off into the cosmos. Lucifer is nobody-cares-where after the battle with Amara. The sun is fixed, after which Dean IMMEDIATELY called Sam to let him know he was okay, and there was much rejoicing. Mary is still happily in heaven, and the British Men of Letters are still happily (or not) in England (except for Lady Toni Bevell, who was mysteriously torn to shreds by some creature or demon or an angry badger, don't care she just deserved to die horribly). Now, on with Part 2. 😁

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OC Michaela

Word Count: 2915

Warnings: None in Part 2, eventual smut

Dividers by @talesmaniac89

It took a few moments to get Mikey calmed down and convince her to sit down beside Dean again as he turned an accusatory glare towards the angel. “You know her, Cas? Did you do this to her? To us?”

“No, of course I didn’t.”

“Then, what the hell?”

Cas glanced to Sam, then back to Dean, guilt on his face. “I did not erase your memories. But I’m afraid that I am the one who delivered her to Zachariah.”

“Like I said, Cas, what the hell?!” Dean’s voice was rising, along with his temper, and Sam spoke his name quietly.

“Dean. Let him explain.”

“I knew nothing of this, you have to believe me. I was told that she was vital to the future, that her life was in danger and she needed to be taken to safety before the beginning of the apocalypse. I was ordered to take her to a room, I was told that Zachariah would explain and keep her safe from the fallout.”

“So did we know each other, Cas?” Sam asked.

The angel glanced up at him, then looked back to the floor. “Yes. You all knew each other very well.”

Michaela was visibly shaking, and she clasped her hands together, trying to control the tremors. “What exactly does that mean?” she managed, her voice barely over a whisper.

Cas looked at her, regret in his eyes. “You and Dean – you were… in a relationship. Emotionally and… physically.”

A slightly hysterical little laugh burst its way from her mouth, and she bit down hard on her lip to stop. “We don’t even know each other. How…”

Cas spoke again. “I believe Zachariah erased your memories of each other. And replaced your memories of your real life with a false past to keep you away from Dean.”

“Who the hell is Zachariah? Why would he do something like that?” Mikey was on her feet again, fists clenched at her sides, her voice rising with each word. Dean reached for her, but she shied away and moved to stand with her back to the fireplace, barely restrained panic in her eyes.

“He is – was – an angel. Before Dean killed him.”

“Awesome, Cas, very helpful!” Dean rose to his feet and approached Mikey carefully. “Look, I know this is all…”

“Crazy? It’s crazy. I must be losing my fucking mind. I think you all need to leave. Now.”

He reached a hand towards her. “Mikey…”

She backed away another step, raising tear-filled eyes to his face. “Please. I can’t… no more. I need some time.”

Dean dropped his hand slowly and nodded. “Yeah. I get it.” He moved towards the door, waiting as Sam shepherded Cas outside, then turning to look at her one more time. “I’m sorry. You have my number, if you need anything…”

She nodded without looking at him, waiting for him to close the door behind him before she rushed to lock it, then burst into tears.

The drive back to the motel was silent, tension thick in the air. Sam glanced to the back seat at Cas, and then over at Dean, fully aware that the set of his jaw and the steely, focused stare meant an explosion was probably inevitable.

They walked into the room, and Dean headed straight for the fridge, grabbing a beer and draining half of it before dropping down onto a chair. “How could you not tell us, Cas?” His voice was quiet, but the strain of keeping his temper was evident.

“Dean, I thought – you never mentioned her again, and I thought with you trying to save Sam, the apocalypse looming – I just thought you had let her go, moved on. I had no idea Zachariah wiped her from your minds. Or that he erased her memories. I didn’t know.”

Dean finished his beer, gulping it down and tossing the bottle to the trash, the glass shattering with the impact. “I wish I could bring that son of a bitch back just so I could kill him again.”

Sam nodded in agreement. “So, Cas – can you fix this?”

Cas looked at him with sorrowful eyes. “I wish I could. What Zachariah did – he had powers far beyond mine.” He looked at Dean before speaking again. “Dean – I am sorry. If you need me again, any of you, just call. I think it may be better if I stay away for now.”

Cas disappeared, the air in the room stirring as he left, and Dean stalked back to the fridge for another beer. “Dean, you okay?” Sam asked quietly, and Dean flipped the cap from his bottle across the room.

“Yeah. I’m awesome.” He sat back down, shaking his head as he gnawed at his lip. “We just fucked up Mikey’s life for no good reason. She wasn’t in danger, she was just living her life, even if it wasn’t her real life.”

“Dean, we had no way of knowing what was going on. And who’s to say we weren’t meant to run into her, to find this all out? Maybe…”

“She was doing just fine, even if her reality did get fucked with by that feathered son of a bitch. She had no idea about any of the – shit we deal with. Now she just got hit in the face with the whole load.”

Sam sat down across from Dean and took a drink from his own beer. “I know. All we can do is try to help her through it – if she wants help.”

Dean just shook his head, staring past Sam at nothing in particular, his jaw working. “She probably never wants to see any of us again. I wouldn’t.”

“What the hell?” Dean mumbled, grabbing blindly for his phone, squinting to see the time – 3:23 a.m. “Yeah,” he answered, struggling to wake up.

“Dean? I – it’s Michaela.”

He sat up in bed, clearing his throat. “Are you all right?”

“I’m not. I mean… I just had a dream. A nightmare. I think another memory, I don’t know.” Dean could hear the tears in her voice, and he rubbed a hand over his eyes, forcing himself to focus.

“Do you want to – talk about it?”

“Can you – I’m sorry, but can you come over?”

“Yes. Yeah, of course. I’m on my way.” He turned to sit up on the side of the bed, reaching for his jeans.

Sam stirred in the other bed. “What’s going on?”

“It’s Michaela. She had a nightmare. Or a memory. I don’t know, but she’s freaked out, and she wants me to come over.”

“Do you want me to come?”

“You don’t have to.” Dean rifled through his duffle, grabbing a clean shirt and pulling it over his head.

Sam nodded. “Okay. Let me know if you need me.”

“I will.” Dean stopped as he reached the door. “I have no idea what I’m doing here, Sammy.”

Mikey sat hunched over on the sofa, her face in her hands, the memory so clear that she felt as if she were reliving it again.

“I’ll give you a whole new life, a fresh start, in a place where you’ll be far away from danger. No more hunting, or monsters. A good job, a beautiful place to live. You’ll be happy, Michaela.”

“Why? I don’t want a new life, I have a life. I’m happy now, Dean and I are happy. Let me go, let me go home.”

Zachariah’s smile faded, his tone grew curt as he continued. “That’s not going to happen. Dean has work to do, work that you will only distract him from, and we can’t allow that.”

“What work? What are you talking about?!” Fear was beginning to claw at her chest, her heart thudding almost painfully, and suddenly there were two more angels, one at each side, holding her firmly in place.

“Dean has a destiny to fulfill. It’s all right, you won’t remember him. You won’t remember any of this.”

“You can’t do this! You can’t just make me forget him! I love him! You can’t just erase that!” She was screaming at him, struggling in the angels’ grip, icy panic flooding through her as Zachariah moved towards her, a cruel gleam in his pale blue eyes.

“Oh, I can do anything I want.” He reached out to place his fingers to her forehead as she screamed and fought, and the world went bright white as a burning pain filled her head before it all faded away.

She jumped as a soft knock startled her from her thoughts, taking a deep breath as she rose and went to unlock the door. Dean stood there, concern on his face as he took in her swollen, red eyes. She stepped aside and let him in, closing the door and locking it again. “I made some coffee,” she said, and Dean nodded with a faint smile, following her to the kitchen.

Mikey reached for the cupboard door, her hands shaking so badly that Dean put a gentle hand on her arm. “Why don’t you sit, I’ll get it.” She whispered her thanks and headed for the table, then stopped and turned towards the doorway.

“Can you bring it to the living room? More comfortable in there,” she asked softly, making an attempt at a shaky smile as he agreed. She walked into the next room, settling herself into the corner of the couch, her feet tucked in beside her.

“You need sugar or – anything?” he asked as he handed her a cup, and she shook her head with a quiet ‘thanks’ as she took it, closing her eyes for a moment as she took the first sip. She looked small and pale, and Dean took a deep breath, leaving a little space between them as he sat down. “Girl after my own heart, coffee black and hot,” he commented with a smile, and she responded with another slight curve of her lips.

They sat in silence for a few moments, until Dean heard her let out a soft sigh. “A little better now?” he asked, and she nodded.

“Yes. Thank you.”

“You want to tell me about it?” The haunted look was back in her eyes as she looked at him, but she nodded. He had to lean in to hear her at first, her voice quiet and halting as she told him about her dream, and when she finished, her eyes were swimming with tears again.

She watched as Dean closed his eyes, his teeth clenched hard, his lips drawn tight with anger. “That was Zachariah, right?” she asked, and he nodded.

“Yeah. Son of a bitch has been dead for years, and I wanna hunt him down anyway.” He exhaled hard, then looked at Mikey with remorse in his eyes. “They did this because of me. I’m really sorry, Mikey.”

She shook her head. “It wasn’t your fault. They were trying to force you to do something for them, that’s not on you.” She hesitated, then asked softly, “What did they want you to do?”

Dean gnawed at his bottom lip for a second, then looked at her again. “Pretty complicated story, but – short version is they wanted me to be the human vessel for the archangel Michael and Sam to be the vessel for Lucifer. Wanted us to fight each other, to start the apocalypse. It would have wiped out half of the world and the people in it. They didn’t care. We did.” He looked down at the floor, and there was silence for a few seconds before he felt her move closer, her hand slipping between his clasped hands, taking one into her own.

“Sounds to me like you saved the world.” She leaned up to peer at him until he looked up to meet her eyes.

“All I did was show how damn stubborn I can be when somebody pushes me,” he said, a hint of a smile reappearing on his face. Mikey laughed softly, then yawned, and Dean grinned. He gave her hand a squeeze, then pulled away and grabbed the throw pillow from beside him. He handed it to her, pointing at the other end of the sofa.

“How about you get comfortable, maybe we can watch some TV? I can stay here, and if you fall asleep and start acting like you’re having another nightmare, I promise I’ll wake you up.”

She nodded, laying down and whispering her thanks as Dean pulled the blanket from the back of the couch and covered her. “I probably will fall asleep – I feel safer with you here. Thank you, Dean. I’m so tired I could probably sleep through a tornado.”

Dean settled in down by her feet, removing his boots before propping his stocking feet up on the coffee table. He aimed the remote at the television and turned down the volume before surfing through the channels. Before he landed on something that held his interest, Mikey had given in to her exhaustion and was sound asleep.

He woke a couple of hours later, a little disoriented and stiff from falling asleep slumped down on the couch. He put his feet down and sat up straight, one hand rubbing the back of his neck, glancing over to where Mikey still slept. She seemed restless, her breathing irregular, head tossing, and he wondered if she was having another nightmare.

He was debating whether to wake her when she let out a breathy moan. His eyebrows rose as he watched her toss and writhe underneath the blanket, more clearly happy sounds muffled in her pillow. This was definitely not a nightmare.

His mind was creating scenes in his head, his body reacting, but he couldn’t seem to make himself stop watching and listening. Then she let out a long, low moan ending with his name, and his mouth dropped open in surprise. Well, shit. He needed to leave. Now, before she woke and saw him sitting there staring at her. Go to the kitchen, make some coffee. Or dump some ice down his pants. Something.

He blew out a deep breath and rose to his feet, walking quietly to the kitchen. Turning on the faucet, he braced his hands on the edge of the sink and hung his head, forcing himself to calm before he turned his attention to making a nice, strong pot of coffee. Focus on the coffee. Focus on the backsplash behind the sink. Focus on the fucking royal family. Anything but Mikey in there on the sofa dreaming about some very happy times with him. Bad enough that ever since she had opened the door to let him in, he had been fighting the urge to pull her into his arms, to comfort her. And now this.

He heard a sound from the living room, and closed his eyes for a second before venturing to the doorway to peer into the room. Mikey was sitting up on the couch, and he took a breath and headed in. “You okay?” he asked quietly, and she nodded, not looking up. “Just made some fresh coffee, want some?”

“Yes, please,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. He grabbed their cups from earlier in the night and took them to the kitchen, coming back shortly and setting hers down on the table next to her.

He had just sat down at the other end of the couch when she blurted out, “I had another dream.”

Dean took a big gulp of the hot coffee, scorching his tongue in the process. “Oh?”

“It was about you. Well, you and me. Both of us. Together.”

He cleared his throat. “Together?”

Mikey still wasn’t looking at him. “Yes – in bed.”

Dean blew out a breath. “You think it was a memory?”

She nodded, then looked over at him, tears in her eyes. “I’m sure it was. And it wasn’t just the – the physical part of it. It was the emotions. It was…” She stopped for a moment before continuing. “The angels – they stole something very special from us, Dean.”

He couldn’t take seeing her crying again. Damn it. “C’mere,” he said softly, one arm up in invitation. She slid over next to him and let him put his arms around her, and they sat like that for a few minutes in silence.

She finally pulled away with a deep breath, attempting a smile as she met his eyes for just a second before her gaze slid away. “So, I guess I should let you get back to your brother. And I need to take a shower, get dressed, get my shit together.”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, I should get back. Sure you’re all right?”

“I’ll be fine. I think the worst of it is over. I hope.”

Dean drained his coffee and stood up, stretching. “So – Sammy and I are gonna have to…”

“Get back to your real lives? Yeah.”

“Yeah. We’ll be taking off tomorrow. Mind if we stop by before we leave, just to see how things are going?”

She gave him a little smile and a nod. “Yes, I’d like that. Thanks.”

“Okay. Well, see you then.” He walked to the door, then turned back. “If you need anything before then…”

“I’ve got your number,” she finished for him, and he smiled at her before heading out the door. She sat there in the silence, a million thoughts racing through her brain before she finally made herself get up and head for the shower.

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