#apart from mikey of course

[that1notetaker]

In Future Casey's timeline, this was enough of a common occurrence. But Donnie doesn't need to know that.

[risestarkiss]

✨The Fashionista✨

Rise Ramblings #234

While watching “The Clothes Don’t Make The Turtle,” I noticed something.

I found it interesting that Raph, Mikey, and Leo were content with Raph’s outfit choice until Donnie stated that he wasn’t “in love with it, ya’ know.”

Suddenly, Raph declares “I’m a disaster!” Albeit ridiculously endearing, it was a little strange to see his sudden shift from moderately content to absolute dissatisfaction. Huh…

Then, the disaster twins decide to help him out.

Take a note of their outfit choices.

Raph tries on all of these fits and more.

Donnie’s first choice is a mild “no.” Leo’s choice is a hard “NO.” (Not surprising, lol.) But then, the overwhelming consensus lands on Raph’s fourth outfit, which ended up being Donatello’s other pick for his brother.

So, in summary, Raph tried on his personal choice for an outfit, of which they rejected. Then, ultimately, Donatello picked out an outfit for his brother, and that pick ended up being perfect. Hmm…

Then I noticed something else. In this episode, we never get a Donnie “curtain reveal” moment, to our disdain. I mean, Raph, Leo, and Mikey got to try on several different outfits in order to get their brothers' opinions before landing on that “perfect outfit, you know the one.” All of his brothers got to shine. Why not DonTron?

Then it hit me.

The try-ons were to get their brothers' opinions and approval. And, for his brothers' choices, he was a major contributor in assisting them in pulling their looks together.

What if, bear with me, Donnie didn’t need the "curtain scene" because he was so confident in his fashion sense that he didn’t need to ask his brothers for help to pick out a great look.

…or they figured out how to break Hypno’s spell before he could get a “curtain reveal.” BUT STILL-

Look at his outfit choices in this episode. Some of his wardrobe changes were off-screen, but all of them were fire.

(I added the baseball cap pic because it makes me happy. I wish we'd seen more of that fit.)

To me, he makes some really smart choices for himself, pushing the envelope of what is expected and taking chances: an open collar with no tie for a “black tie” event, a beanie and spiked wristbands for their “gansta look,” no socks with loafers (a viral fashion trend that actually began in Africa) with old man slacks in his reclined pose. *muah* Chef’s kiss!

But Don’s fashion sense doesn’t just shine in this episode.

In “Reparin’ the Baron” the boys go to Draxum’s apartment. Leo and Donnie show up in some extra nice “Sunday Dinner” twin drip.

The gold is in the details. Everything Leo is wearing, Donnie rocks its compliment: for Leo’s round collar, Donnie’s is angled, for Leo’s blue shirt, Donnie’s is white, For Leo’s light slacks, Donnie’s are dark. Blah blah blah. It’s so good!

Look at the winter fit in Snow Day.

Again, Donnie is Leo’s perfect compliment. As a pair? Fire.

Donnie has “the eye.” I can go on and on with examples, but I’ve said all of that to say this…

In the future, we see that Donatello’s technology had major pull in the resistance. He had drone ships patrolling the skies. He built and designed Leo’s arm, Casey’s chainsaw-hockey stick, and Casey's mask. The list goes on…

But, when Donatello from the past see’s Casey’s clothing from the future, he says this:

We know about the “Genius Built” brand. We’ve seen that logo on all of his tech up to this point. But, here he didn’t just say “Genius Built.” He said, “Genius Built Apparel.”

“Apparel” is not a tech brand. “Apparel” is a fashion brand. Of course, tech is incorporated into the clothing, but still.

This means that past Donatello secured this trademark with plans of creating a fashion brand, comparable to the likes of Gucci, Ralph Lauren, or any other modern clothing brand, as a subsidiary of “Genius Built,” the tech company.

And why not? The evidence has been in front of us this entire time. He has a sharp eye for style, fashion, and trends. It is easily canon that he can sew. Splinter sewed their ninja garbs in “Insane in the Mama Train,” and there is a sewing machine in the house.

They already learned Ninjutsu through basically osmosis, so learning to sew is not too far-fetched.

And here it is, right in front of us, Casey’s entire ensemble, from mask, to weapons, to clothing, was made by Donatello in the middle of the apocalypse under the brand name “Genius Built Apparel.”

And that was just in the bad future. Resources were limited, they didn’t have access to much of anything in that broken world as they were survivors of a devastating Krang invasion. Yet, he created all of this.

However, now that they’ve changed the future, his future as a fashion designer is limitless. Think of what Donatello could produce with unlimited resources, unlimited technology, and unlimited creative freedom.

Tech genius. Clothing designer. Fashionista. Future Genius Built Apparel Owner and CEO. I’m sorry, but I have to call it...

Donatello Hamato of the present, of the bad future, and of the good future is a fashion icon, the likes of which the world has never seen. ○○○○

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[merakidoll]

this is apart of my anime tattoo shop series! warnings : needles, piercing nipples, unprotected sex, this is actually very dangerous! of course reader is chubby - and a bimbo

you were nervous. so incredibly nervous, but with the way draken fucked into you, stretching your hole with his thick length - you couldn’t even concentrate on the needle the other man had in front of you. “deep breath baby love” mikey smirked, pinching down onto your brown nipple with his black latex glove to get them hard and ready. draken held onto you tighter; a whimper coming from you when he slightly thrusted making your vision go blurry just when the needle pierced the skins.

“ughm fuck!” you didn’t know if your cursed from the pain; or the way draken slowly rocked into you, just so that mikey could get the jewelry through. “good girl” he whispered, bitting the top of your ear and grabbing ahold of your waist to bounce your body onto him. “t-too deep” you hadn’t even had time to focus on the burning the sensation that was coming from your new piercing. or the way mikey switched sides prepping for your next one. when draken saw him getting finished he stopped himself - making you whine trying to take control.

“just one more time sweet girl” mikey cooed, pinching your other nipple that had you clenching down onto the man’s cock beneath you. licking your skin draken bucked just before the needle went through again, making your mind go even more cloudy, but this time it came with a bone crashing orgasm that left you shaking. both men were in shock at the cream that got all over the leather bed, and the mess your had made on draken. mikey hadn’t even had time to put in the jewelry, just watching how darken soothed you enough so that he could.

his dick was hard in the pant that he wore, jumping at your whimpers and moans, and how draken started to fuck into your widly chasing his own pleasure, while simultaneously giving your another one. shaking his head he plopped in the rolling chair watching the scene in front of him. “next is her belly, and i call dibs on fucking her”

[puprdou]

WINNER, WINNER, PUSSY DINNER!

contains. smut. established relationship. final timeline. motoracer!mikey. teasing. oral sex (fem recieving). fem aligned!reader (afab). pwp. finger fucking. pet names (princess, babe, baby). hair pulling. intoxication.

A/N. this had been in my drafts for awhile now m gonna be honest (like.. two weeks, probably) and im only just now finishing it. enjoy! feedback & rb appreciated!

cheers filled the air, chants of your boyfriends’ name filling the warm summer air as the race came to a close, manjiro being filmed on every screen in the entire stadium. once again, your boyfriend had managed to win another one of his races; but this one was different. this was different from just any other race—this race got him into the final race of the entire season. if he could win the next race, he would be the top racer in the country.

so, of course, you, as his girlfriend, was overjoyed and excited for him. you knew how hard he’s worked for his career, and you couldn’t help but feel proud of him. the two of you have been together since just young teens when he had been apart of his gang, toman. once you had met him, you sort of just.. never left. and now, years later, the both of you are happily together even after all the years that’ve passed.

after all the cheers had died down and the far too many interviews, he had finally managed to get back to you—now that all the after-race events and interviews were over. he found you, waiting for him in his own private room at the back of the stadium, causing him to chuckle softly at that adorable look on your face. he hummed, opening his arms for you, seeing you come running. he immediately embraced you, placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“aw, princess, miss me that much?~” he teased, that usual shit-eating grin on his face as he stared down at you with fond eyes. he was tired, of course, after the race, but he would be more than happy to stay awake just to spend time with you; especially since it was such an important night. he thought that maybe you both could go for dinner, or maybe have a cozy night in once you both were back at home.

you ignored his teasing with a roll of your eyes, more excited about the fact he had won and got himself a spot in the finals, “well, yeah.. but, oh my god, baby, ’m so proud of you!” giggling, yuo leaned up to place a soft kiss against his lips, hugging him tightly. you were always proud of him, no matter what, but that feeling had just intensified when you had heard the announcement that he had won across the speakers throughout the stadium.

he had softened, hearing your excitement and praise, his stupid grin shifting into a fond smile. he kissed you back, mumbling after you pulled away, “thanks, baby.. you know, i could never have done it without you, y’know?” he chuckled softly, amused by that look on your face. you were his motivation, hell, you were his reason to get up in the morning; he would never have gotten as far as he has if it wasn’t for you being by his side the entire time.

your smile softened at his words, a fond, loving look in your gaze, resting your cheek against his chest, you squeezed him gently. butterflies fluttered in your stomach, feeling flustered at his sudden realty. you mumbled softly in return, closing your eyes, “i love you..” “i love you too.” his response was immediate, kissing the top of your head, standing like this with you in his arms for a few minutes before walking to leave the stadium to head home.

it had now been a few hours since the couple had headed home, sharing laughs, kisses, smiles, and bashful gazes at one another; along with a few drinks, of course. this night was to celebrate his win, wasn’t it? but, as the night rolled on, his stomach rumbled with hunger. and, suddenly, the both of you had come to the realization that between the drinks and laughter—neither of you had yet eaten dinner.

however, he didn’t seem hungry for food for once. maybe it was the alcohol in his system speaking, maybe it wasn’t. but, the way you walked to the kitchen to find something for the both of you to eat, hips swaying a little as you moved, ass jiggling in those little sport shorts you had changed into once the both of you made it home, he had found himself wanting a different kind of dinner; call it his, ’celebratory dinner’.

humming softly, he’d gotten himself up and off the couch, following you into the kitchen with glazed-over, darkened eyes. stopping your search for food, his hands found their way to your hips, pulling you back against him. he felt drunk on the way your warm skin was against his—or, maybe it was the fact that he was genuinely drunk that mixed with your body that had him reeling.

his dinner was you, and he was starving. latching his lips onto your shoulder, he planted wet, warm open mouth kisses along the sensitive skin, his kisses trailing up from your shoulder to your neck. his fingers dug into the plushy flesh of your hips, roaming over the soft skin of your waist and up beneath your top to cup your breasts, exploring every inch of free skin that he could reach. he relished in the feeling of your flushed skin against his, sending him spiraling with heat rushing to his core, his hard-on pressing up against your butt as he felt your nipples hardening beneath his palm.

“h-heh, ’jiro, what’re you doin?~” letting out a shaky hum, you questioned, shivering as you felt his palm on your breast. giggling, you turned your head lightly, feeling his wet kisses trailing along the nape of your neck. the feeling of his kisses made your already fuzzy head buzz with newfound lust, arching your back into him with a cheeky, lopsided little grin on your glossy lips, moving your hair so he could have more access to your neck.

he treasured the feeling of your skin against his, making his skin feel sensitive from the feeling of your warm body against his own. you always tasted better than any kind of food he could eat; whether it be the sweet taste of your kisses, the unami taste of your skin, or whether it be that salty sweet taste of your wet juices on his tongue, it all tasted like heaven to him.

“mmph.. ’m hungry.. want’chu..” he mumbled, his voice slightly unintelligable thanks to his lips latching onto your skin. his calloused fingers tapped and roamed along your breasts, pinching the nubs beneath his fingertips. he was getting more and more needy as each second past, and feeling you arching into him had sent him reeling.

his hands suddenly slid back down to your hips, lifting you up and placing you on the kitchen island as he spread your legs, standing between them. running his thumbs along the inside of your thighs in gentle circles, his glazed-over eyes roamed along your form, his other hand toying with the lace of those little shorts you wore, panting like a dog at just the sight of you like this.

“can i..? please..?” he whined, desperate for you. even when he was intoxicated, needy and horny all at once, he still never dared to do anything to you without consent. even though he knew you would say yes, he refused to let his hands wander to where you want him the most until you tell him that he can. rolling your eyes lightly, you nodded and mumbled, “mhm..” he smiled.

tugging down those cute little shorts you wore by the waistband, he slid them off of your ankles and threw them somewhere else. his cheeks were flushed, and he looked like he could eat you whole as his eyes roamed over your figure, admiring every curve, worshipping every inch of skin as his hands roamed.

pressing his thumb down against your soaked panties, he chuckled softly feeling the sticky slick along his thumb. holding your thigh over his forearm, he leaned down to press wet, open-mouth kisses along the soft flesh, occasionally nipping at the skin, hard enough to leave bruises but not enough to hurt. he loved the way you whined and squirmed, needy for more of his touch.

he gently rubbed his thumb in circles over your wet panties, giving that tiny sliver of stimulation. he always had to prep you before he fucked you; and usually, he made you cum at least once or twice on his fingers before he put it in. it wasn’t that you couldn’t take him without prep, it was more so that twisted satisfaction he gets seeing you all disheveled and begging him just to fuck you already.

smirking losidedly, he continued to pepper soft, yet teasing kisses along the inside of your thighs, his thumb pressing down on your clit over your panties before slipping the fabric to the side, leaning back up just to admire that pretty pussy, glistening in the dim light all for him. and the way you pouted up at him, so needy, god, it made him melt.

“fuuckk.. you are, so pretty..” his words were slurred thanks to the alcohol in his system, his fingers tracing that cute little curve of your pussy. he prodded his thumb between your folds, leaning back down to pepper soft kisses along your tummy, his unfocused eyes half-lidded as he looked up to see your face, smiling as he saw those little cheeky giggles escaping your lips.

placing your hand on his head, you played with his soft head of dyed black hair as he continued to toy with you. he said that you were pretty, but, god, if he knew how beautiful he looked 24/7. letting out a long, high-pitched sigh, you pulled his head slightly lower, feeling his thumb just barely entering your insides; just a breath away.

“pleaaasseeeee, ’jiro... please,please,please,pleaseeee..?” whining, your hiccupy voice pleaded with him to just give you what you wanted—no, what you needed. he giggled at the sight of you, already breaking down with pouty lips for him just to get on with it instead of this teasingly slow pace he’s playing you with.

“awwhhh.. princess, how am i supposed to deny you when you look so cute..?” he smiled fondly, leaning down from your tummy to place a soft, wet kiss on your clit, feeling the shiver than ran through your body at the small movement. sighing, he feigned annoyance, when really, he was highly amused. “alright, alright, ’m going.. don’t pout so much, babe.”

leaning back up, his free hand which wasn’t holding your thigh cupped your cheek, running his thumb along those puckered-out lips of yours. “your so cute.” he chided, feeling your cheeks warming up beneath his palm, making him giggle again, his smile softening. even when he’s drunk and stupid like he is now, he’s still just a softie for you. some things never chnge, do they?

humming softly, he released your cheek, only to dive back down, nuzzling his cheek against the inside of your thigh. his thumb retreated from your wet insides, as he leaned down to kitty lick your sensitive clit. if his favorite thing wasn’t just you in general, it would definitely be teasing you.

he began placing soft kisses along your puffy pussy, kitty licking the salty slick along his tongue, occasionally nipping at your reddened clit with a cheeky grin on his face. he felt your hand return to his hair, pushing his face down into your pussy, and it had him moaning. he loved it whenever you did that, god, it was so fucking hot.

lapping up your juices like a dog in heat, his middle and index fingers prodded into your hole, squirming inside the wet heat. his free hand held your hip, after he’d thrown your legs over his shoulders. the taste of your juices on his tongue had him spiraling, desperate for more.

“hmnpph.. m-mikey—” moaning out his name in a whiny tone, you tugged on his hair, nails scraping at his head. your thighs encircled his head, keeping him place between your legs. he mumbled agains your pussy, sending vibrations straight through your most sensitive place, “mm.. yeah, moan like that f’me..”

he slid his tongue between your folds, diving in to finally taste the insides of your gummy walls, his digits pumping in and out of your twitchy hole. your pussy was already so puffy, so pink, it was so cute. he ate you out like a man starved, his nose pressing up against your clit as your thighs squeezed around his head.

“hng.. ’m g’nna hnmph—” muffling your whiny moans, you bit down on your free hand, head lolling back against the cold surface. always so quick to cum, he thought. sometimes he wondered whether you were always so quick to cum, so sensitive, or if he was really just that good. either way, it boosted that childish ego of his.

his fingers set a fastening pace after hearing your stuttery confession, not even needing another word out of those pretty pink lips of yours to know that you were gonna cum soon. the disgusting sounds of his slurping and the plap of his fingers in and out of your gooey hole added to the loud moans that filled the air.

“cum,” he mumbled against your pussy, keeping his face planted between your thighs. he wanted to taste your juices flooding past his lips, coating his tongue in that sticky liquid that he had pulled out of you. whining, your chest heaved with every second that past, coming undone all over his face after hearing his quiet command.

and he swallowed every last drop. lapped up all the slick on your pussy, swallowed up all of your cum like the good boy he is. and he loved hearing it too, so when you said it, he practically sparkled with puppy-like happiness; “good boy..” you mumbled, panting as he lifted himself up from between your thighs, your slcik all over his cheeks.

he had such a cute smile on his face, too, like he was so proud of himself for doing such a good job, especially after hearing your praise. it made you giggle, ruffling his already messy hair, which had him melting beneath your palm. god, how did you land such a boyfriend?

“now, time for my dessert—” he grinned cheekily, already getting ready to dive straight back in between your thighs, making your eyes widen. he really can never get enough, can he? but, you couldn’t refuse him; this is his reward for doing so good on his race.

maybe he should focus on his races more often, if this is his reward for each win.

© 2025 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐔, all rights reserved. please do not copy, modify, steal or translate my works onto other social media platforms.

[celeste-clearwater-06]

The Kitchen Window (pt. 6 - the epilogue)

Bayverse! Raphael x Fem! Reader

desc- (Raph has to make his intentions clear to you and to whatever it is that you two are)

warnings - none

word count - 2.5k

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“I look stupid, Mike.”

“Nah, bro you look great!” Raph’s younger brother is looking his outfit up and down, trying to perfect any wrinkles or stray threads, “She’s gonna love it, trust me.”

Raph scuffs his new air force’s on the cement, while the other turtle straightens the collar of the graphic tee up around his neck. Maybe he could lend his fashionable little brother a bit of slack. Mikey knew a lot more about this stuff.

It’s early August. Summer’s fleeting, to warm days and cooler nights, which are perfect for this exact occasion.

Raph has been a mess of fluttering nerves all week trying to set this date up, with the help of his brothers and April. Every little detail, meticulously planned.

At first he was gonna do it on his own, in secret. Come to your door, trip over his words and fumble the bag, because lord knows he’s not good with expressing his feelings.

Thank god for April and his siblings, though it hurt his ego a little to come to them and admit he didn’t know how to set up a lousy dinner. Of course they were happy to help. Mikey and April especially.

So now, the five of them were on the roof of your apartment complex and pulling together all of their different tastes and ideas to create this adorable little date for him and his girl.

Raphael didn’t know what the two of you were. After that bizarre (albeit fantastic) first kiss, his visits to you were so much more frequent. Even if it was quick, he’d make a pit stop to your window for a peck on the cheek that kept his spirits up for a long night's patrol. More often than not, you two would be chatting away in the late night hours. And then of course make out a little, with him hanging on the sill like a fool.

It was so great, and it filled Raph with something he didn’t know he needed. Every second he wasn’t with you, he counted down till the next time he'd meet your gorgeous face again, greeting him with a kind, welcoming smile that made his knees wobble. But that was it.

There wasn’t really a label. Not that he liked those anyway.

He just needed some clarity. Some sort of outwardly spoken agreement that you guys weren’t just really good friends who kissed and held hands and tried to hold in your laughter in the dark, trying not to disturb the peace of your neighbors.

“Oh this looks great.”

Raph watches the way April appreciates her work of a cute little vase of flowers on the center of a table, hands settled on her hips. Well, it’s less of a table than it is a large wooden crate with a nice-ish tablecloth, but it serves just the same. It’s not too extravagant, not too drab. Just right. It suits the mix of your different lives. Little, dollar store candles light the area with a warm haze, next to the tin containers filled with the meal you’d taught him to make months ago. He’s hoping it tastes as good as it did when you make it. Raph hasn’t told you how often he whips it up at the lair when he’s missing you.

“How’s lookout, Leo?”

The blue-banded turtle looks over his shoulder, where he’s crouched on the ledge right next to the fire escape ladder.

“All clear.”

Thankfully, everything seems to be coming together just as Raph wanted it to. It settles some of the butterflies that rage in his stomach. The time for one of his brother’s to go and fetch you from your apartment is growing closer and closer while Donnie is scooting the plastic folding chairs next to the crate.

He’s so not ready for this. A little voice is nagging in the back of his head to just back out now.

Raph knows you’ll at least like it. Just how you like everything else he does for you. He has no clue why this is so damn difficult.

“Alright, Raph.”

April clasps her hands together and looks up to him for approval.

“What do we think?”

He thinks it looks great. Raphael loves the gentle little glow everything gives against the dim light pollution that stretches out over the city. Will you?

“You’re a lifesaver, O’Niel.”

“Don’t forget it.”

He snorts.

“I guess it’s showtime then!”

Mikey attacks his older brother with a hug from behind.

“Aw come on Mike!” Raph’s trying to swat him off his shell, but not before his two other siblings, and April crowd him with an embrace, that eases the nerves running rampant. He rolls his eyes, but can’t hold back the grateful grin that breaks through his annoyance. Their words are encouraging and warm, fueling the confidence he’s so desperately been trying to grasp for all this time.

“You’re gonna be fine.”

“Trust us, she is gonna love it.”

Leo’s hand ruffles over Raph’s red bandanna.

“Go get em’, tiger.”

Ouf, what a cornball.

“Alright, alright!” They all break away from the group hug with excited smiles. This is home to Raphael. All his favorite people- well, most - in his corner of the ring and hyping his happy-ass up to romance a cute girl.

“Leo?”

“I’ll go get her for you.”

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Your apartment is warm. Over the weeks, the walls are filled with picture frames and cute decor that April and the boys have been bringing you. Polaroids of you and the boys are littered on your bedside table and posted on the fridge with little paw print magnets. Most of them are with or of Raph. Him sleeping with an open mouth, or being dog-piled on by Mike and Donnie. Your favorite is the one where you’re sitting on his shoulders, laughing, while he’s grinning into the camera flash. April took it, down in the lair, where he was parading you around after everyone had a few-too-many drinks. The once empty living space is now full of life and love and sooo, so many cat toys.

You’re on the livingroom floor now, playing with sweet Vannie to distract you from the lack of texts from your best friend. It’s been worrying you all day, that Raph hasn’t responded to any of your messages, even the funny memes, like the others you send him daily.

You’d given up on the last message, a little over an hour ago, though it doesn’t keep you from repeatedly glancing at your phone while your cat darts after the laser pointer across the carpet and onto the sofa. The little bell on her collar tinks quickly with each movement. She sees someone through your window before you. Two taps against the glass make your head whip around excitedly.

It’s not who you’re expecting, but Leo’s visit is still a nice surprise.

“Hey Lee!” You hide the disappointment with a happy smile that he returns.

“How’s it going?”

“Good! Good,” he doesn’t miss the way you’re trying to peek over his shoulder, “Have you heard from Raph at all? I couldn’t get a hold of him today.”

“Actually yeah.”

This perks your attention right back up, locking with his eyes that carry a mischievous glow.

“Oh! How’s he doing? He didn’t get hurt on patrol, did he?”

Leo chuckles.

“Nah. He’s been busy.”

Busy? Weird. Even if Raphael were kicking sorry ass, he’d text you back in a heartbeat. Something fishy was going on.

“Oh. Huh.”

“You wanna see him?”

That, you couldn’t say no to.

“Is he here?”

Leo knows, with the way you two talk about each other, that it’s love. He knows more than both of you. It's so funny how his younger brother and you will spend hours at a time just sitting in silence or talking about life, and then when you’re apart, all that one of you can think or say has something to do with the other.

“He’s up top,” his head gestures back up the fire escape. You’re already climbing out the window, while he and Vannie stare. Lee takes a hold of your arm when your foot reaches that first step. You look back at him with a puzzled stare.

“You gotta close your eyes.”

“What?”

It’s a surprise. That makes you nervous.

“Just trust me. I’ll take you up there, you just can’t look.”

Uh oh. You’re hesitant to follow his instructions, but his hand is already blinding your vision, and he’s scooping you of your feet. You shout in surprise.

“Leo, what’s going on?”

The only reply you recieve is his heavy footfall on the metal stairs. He has to take his hand away, but you keep your eyes clenched shut, partially to obey his order, but the other is so you don’t have to see how far up you might be from the ground below.

“This is freaking me out Lee,”

“I’m not gonna drop you.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.”

Oh, he knows. He’s just great at keeping secrets.

The final, thudding footstep lands on concrete, and he sets you on the ground, steadying you onto your feet. Your breath is nervous, heart racing, senses heightened. You can hear the buzz of the city off in the distance. A cool breeze brush through your hair. The concrete scraping on your wooly socks.

“Alright, take a look.”

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Your eyes blink open. Then again. Your brain isn’t processing whatever is in front of you, until he speaks.

“Hey, Sunshine.”

Raph’s hands are shoved into the front pockets of jeans you’ve never seen him in. They’re new. So are his shoes, and the black, long sleeve tee that’s perfectly tailored to fit, and let his shell still breathe from the back. The casual clothes are incredibly flattering on him. You can still see the faint lines of his toned muscles under the cotton, catching in soft light. He’s so handsome, it hurts. And cute. GOD was he cute.

Shifting his weight, subtly from one foot to the other and smiling, anxious and bashful, while you stare at him in bafflement. Behind him is an adorable, candle lit dinner and your favorite flowers in a glass vase, all tuned with the ambient sounds of New York.

“Oh, Raph.”

His name comes out in a sigh, incredulous, full of shock and wonder. You take a few steps forward to better take in the effort he’s thrown into all of this. You’re nearly speechless, breathless, and trying to swallow the lump in your throat. He set up a date. A date! For you!

“You like it?”

His eyes are hesitant, but full of a childlike hope when they meet yours.

“Raph, this is… you did this?”

“Well, I had help. I ain’t this creative.” Raph chuckles nervously, nodding to where Leo was standing, now gone without a trace, “But… yeah.”

“For… me?”

You’re still so surprised at the sweetness of it all.

“Well, I’d hate to be up here eatin chicken and rice by myself all night, so yeah.”

He’s easing up, gentle grin mirroring yours.

“Raph this is so great!”

Like a kid, you all but skip over to look closer at the make-shift table and chicken and rice in their bowls, stream rolling off in the tepid air, while your fingers over the tablecloth. He’s laughing at your stupidly huge smile.

“I was hoping you might think so.”

You look up at him, face glowing in the candlelight.

“I know I haven’t been texting you back. Been a nervous wreck all day.”

His expression contorted into a soft gout of admiration, a soft smile, and even softer, green eyes. Your heart leaps. You know what that look is. You’ve seen it so many times in Raph’s face and now you’re putting it all together while he stands just feet from you. He’s so perfect.

You stride back over to him and let him take your hands in his. He’s nervous again, taking a deep breath.

“Look,” he begins, “I just… I figured if we’re a thing and all…Well, I wanna do this the right way. I hope it’s alright with you. I know it’s nothin’ fancy but…”

He groans, slapping hand over his face. You giggle at how he trips over his sentence.

“I had a whole, stupid speech for this shit. Now I just look like a fuckin’ idiot.���

Those fumbling, nervous words speak novels to you. He doesn’t have to say much for you to just get exactly what Raph is trying to say.

“I think… that sounds great,” your voice is soft, “And I also think I’m in love with you and I have had no idea what to do with myself, since the first day we met.“ you exhale the words like they’ve been trying to claw their way from your throat.

This catches him completely off guard. Raph’s eyes are as wide as they were the first night you kissed him. His nostrils flare. Before you think you’ve fucked yourself up royally, he pulls you up towards him in a soul-snatching kiss that depletes the air from your lungs, feet nearly leaving the ground. You’re desperately grabbing at the collar of his shirt to deepen it, but he pulls away, and lifts you completely from the ground in a tight embrace, leaving you both gasping for your breaths.

“Jesus, you have no idea how long I’ve been waitin’ to hear you say that,” Raph sighs next to your ear. “I love ya. A lot.”

His arms tighten further around you and you smell a nice cologne in the crook of his neck, where your head is buried.

He sets you back to your feet and lifts your chin with his finger for a much more gentle, passionate kiss, that you accept happily. His hand rests gently on your hip.

“You’re the best thing that coulda ever happened to a weirdo like me,” Raph’s forehead is pressed down against yours, with closed eyes.

“You’re better,” you counter. He gives your hip a squeeze, “Let’s be something. Even if it’s hard.”

He chuckles.

“Nothin’ I can’t handle, Sunshine.”

You’re both right where you belong, centimeters away from each other, smiling like idiots, and finally off that steep cliff that’s been taunting you for months. Raph is your home, and you’re his, far out of that little kitchen window.

A Polaroid click behind you just makes you shake your head with a flustered grin.

“Mikey, are you shittin me right now?”

You can hear his little brother shuffle back into whatever shadow he came from, laughing along with the rest of the party that's hidden away.

“Fuckin idiot.”

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*.• ☏ Handyman, on speed dial! .+ *

mikey berzatto x reader

One big perk of dating Mikey; he’s willing to fix whatever breaks in your apartment, with or without you asking him to.

Mikey would do just about anything you asked, get you anything you needed— the second you needed it. So it’s no surprise that, even before he moves in, he becomes your personal handyman for all your crappy-and-busted-apartment needs.

The first time, the two of you were lying on your couch, Mikey dozing off while you laid your head on his chest and watched the Netflix drama he picked (even though he clearly didn’t like his choice very much.) You muttered, “It’s so stupid cold in this place.”

Your boyfriend grumbled as he roused, the sound vibrates in his firm chest and against your cheek. “I’ll go turn up the thermostat.” His calloused hands moved to your upper arms, beginning to gently move you off of him.

“S’busted,” you shake your head, lifting it off him and meeting his eye. Mikey’s brows draw, he nods a little.

“How long’s it been broken?” He huffs. You shrug. Maybe a month. But it was March, you knew the city was just about to warm up anyway. Springtime in Chicago, you joked. He didn’t sound convinced.

He came back the next day with a toolbox, a shirt he didn’t mind getting dirtier than it already was, and got to work. You cooed a million thank-you’s, but he shrugged them all off. He did ask for an espresso, though, which you happily made as payment for the repair.

Well, the repair and the view both— Mikey looked pretty damn good kneeling on the floor in front of your radiator, his brow perpetually furrowed and his lips parted in focus. Not to mention the way his biceps popped from cranking the wrench he was using to unscrew bolts and loosen whatever the issue was. After a few hours (with a lunch break,) he stands up, his hands on his hips, dark eyes moving twixt the radiator, the vents, and the thermostat critically, like he’s intimidating them into functioning. “All right. Try now.”

When you turn the heat on, the radiator finally churns and buzzes to life. Mikey gives you an only-a-little-smug, downturned smile, lifting his shoulders as if to say, no biggie. You give him a shower of kisses, Y’know, just in the minor, tiny case that it is a big deal; and the absolute tiny, less-than-zero chance your boyfriend is very proud of being able to do something for you.

And it’s definitely an upside, having a man who’ll look at any home project you present and shrug, narrowing his eyes and looking the thing up and down, grumbling that, “I can get it done, yeah. Don’t worry.”

When you call him, stress lilting your words, it’s like a radar goes off somewhere in his brain. “Michael,” that’s where he knows something’s gotta be wrong, “my sink’s leaking, I put down towels, turned off the tap but it’s still— it’s still fucking leaking, I don’t know what to do. Can you—“

“Yeah. ‘Course. Getting in the car now, sweetheart, calm down.” Mikey in fact was not getting in the car just then, he was standing behind the counter at The Beef, clapping Richie on the shoulder and announcing that he had to head out. He waved off his guffawing. His restaurant, anyway. Wasn’t like they’d die if he wasn’t in the building. You probably would, on the other hand, so he doesn’t feel so bad about cutting a few people off on the way to your apartment.

The next few hours are spent holding a flashlight for him while he grimaces at the pipes under your sink, his toolbox ajar and out of the way of the soaked towels he’s kneeling on. Occasionally he asks for a different type of wrench, and you feel very helpful fetching each one for him, or turning on and off the water when he asks; even though your man is the one stooped over, practically tearing apart the piping and starting over. He gets sprayed now and then with water, and it doesn’t get any less funny to you. He scoffs after maybe the second time his shirt gets wet, wiping off his neck with the backs of his fingers, “You crack yourself up, huh?”

When Mikey stands, stretching his back a little, he grunts, “All right. You, sweetheart, have a working sink again.” You sigh in relief, lifting onto your tiptoes and pressing a kiss onto his scratchy cheek.

“You’re a saint,” you grin at him in a way that makes him forget the fact his pants are wet from the knees down and his shirt is spattered with water. He hums indifferently, shrugging his shoulders and giving you a shy, humble smile.

Mikey once noticed that the door into your bedroom was creaking. You didn’t even complain about it, or mention it at all, but maybe he just needed to do something with his hands. You got home from work late to find the door leaning against the wall beside the frame, your boyfriend unscrewing each hinge with an electric drill and replacing them with shiny new ones. “Mikey?” A soft laugh parts your lips, you kick off your kitten heels. He throws his head over his shoulder while you walk closer and brush a hand along his shoulder, up his nape and through his dark hair.

“Fixing the door,” he explains, as if you can’t see him sitting crisscrossed on the floor, surrounded by screws and hinges, old and new. He grins at you like proudly, this forty year old man with a stubbled jaw oddly reminding you of a little boy showing you a mud pie he’s made. You quirk a brow and he shrugs. “It’s.. noisy.”

“Uh-huh.” You look over your shoulder at the door propped against the wall, crossing your arms. “Do you want help? Or are you too macho?”

Mikey huffs a laugh, a smile creasing his eyes endearingly. “I’m the perfect amount of macho, baby. And no. Go get comfy.” He tilts his chin to your office clothes, a pencil skirt and neat button up. You hum, step around the mess of screws, nuts and hinges, and into the bedroom.

“Well I don’t have a door anymore. Where’s my privacy?” You huff, grinning at Mikey eyeing you through his brows as the drill whirs to life and he screws in a hinge.

“You want me to close my eyes handling heavy machinery?” You shake your head at him. Heavy machinery being an electric hand drill.

If he was annoying (not really!), atleast he was stupid handsome. His arms are defined by the strain, the muscles of his broad chest perfectly hugged by his gray shirt. With the way you’re staring, you’re not much better than a man. You go about unbuttoning your top, shrugging it off your arms and letting it fall crumpled on the floor.

“Y’know…” You pull one of his big shirts he left in your apartment, absolutely never to be returned to the original owner, over your head. “I was wondering if you could install this new ceiling fan I got.”

Mikey sits back a bit, straightening his back and cocking a brow in your direction. “You’re really puttin’ me to work.” But you give him a sugar-sweet smile, turning your cheek just so, and his lips turn downward in a why not? expression.

“Don’t you worry ‘bout it, sweetheart. I got it.” Definitely one of the perks of dating Mikey; you had a particularly handsome, personal handyman on speed dial.

[chadobi]

I had a little burst of inspiration yesterday, so here you go, dudes 🤍

“Unexpected Company”

Bayverse Michelangelo x Fem!Reader

You smoothed out the fabric of your sundress, the soft yellow skirt swaying with each step as you descended into the lair. Makeup done, hair curled, nails painted—you were fully prepared for a girls’ night with April. Until, of course, she got called out to cover some emergency broadcast, apologizing profusely before dashing out in a whirlwind of heels and stress.

You could’ve just gone home.

But the thought of microwaving leftovers in your apartment and wiping off your lip gloss while watching reruns felt a little…defeated.

Besides, you weren’t far from the lair, and you knew the guys wouldn’t mind the company.

As you stepped into the main living space, the ambient glow of multiple TV screens lit up the room. Mikey was the first to notice you.

And oh, he noticed.

“Whoa—” Michelangelo stood up so fast he nearly knocked over his bowl of popcorn. “Angel in the sewer alert!”

You laughed, rolling your eyes as you walked in. “Hey, Mikey.”

He skated over, slowing to a dramatic stop a few feet in front of you. “Hold up. You’re not April… You’re like… a sun goddess.”

You smirked, twirling a little for show. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Take it, frame it, put it on a wall.” He blinked slowly, still staring. “You, uh… you always dress like this for the sewer, or…?”

You laughed again. “April and I had a girls’ night planned, but she got called in for work. I didn’t feel like going home just yet.”

“Well, thank the pizza gods for that.” He offered a gallant bow. “Mi casa es su casa, señorita sundress.”

You flopped down onto the couch as Mikey plopped beside you, eyes still wide with admiration. “You look amazing,” he added, quieter this time. “Like, actually. I mean it.”

Your cheeks warmed, though you tried to play it off with a smirk. “You’re laying it on thick tonight, Michelangelo.”

“No lies, only vibes,” he grinned. “But seriously—I’m glad you came.”

The sound of a snort came from the hallway. Raph walked past with a towel over his shoulder, side-eyeing you both. “Mikey, quit droolin’.”

Mikey shot back a grin. “Can’t help it. There’s actual sunshine on the couch, bro.”

You rolled your eyes fondly. “Ignore him.”

“Oh, I always do,” Mikey said. Then he perked up. “You hungry? We’ve got leftover pizza, like… three kinds.”

“Depends,” you said, teasing. “What kinds?”

“Cheese, triple cheese, and… cheese with olives.”

You bit your lip, pretending to consider. “Tempting.”

He leaned closer. “I can microwave it and serve it on a paper plate, all fancy-like. Maybe light a scented candle. We’re talkin’ peak sewer hospitality.”

You laughed so hard you had to clutch your stomach. “Wow. I feel so spoiled.”

A beat of silence passed. Then, in a softer voice, Mikey said, “You know… you’re really pretty when you laugh.”

You blinked, caught off-guard by the sincerity.

He looked away a moment later, scratching the back of his neck. “Sorry. That was probably lame.”

“No,” you said gently, reaching over to brush your fingers against his. “It wasn’t.”

He looked back at you with those wide, earnest eyes—surprised, maybe, but hopeful too.

“You wanna hang out?” he asked. “Like, just us? I got video games, movies… or we could just sit and talk. I mean—only if you want.”

You smiled, nudging his side. “I’d love to.”

The night didn’t go as planned. No face masks or gossip sessions. No wine or chick flicks. But sitting next to Mikey, sharing a lukewarm slice of pizza and laughing at a ridiculous movie with his hand slowly inching closer to yours?

Yeah.

You wouldn’t trade it for anything.

[ashen-char]

mikey madison characters x reader for valentines

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notes: a little late, it hasn't been valentines here for two days at time of posting! just felt like it ❤️

amber freeman (scream)

says she doesn't care about valentines' day and she's being honest, she thinks it's stupid and a marketing ploy to sell chocolates and stupid heart-shaped stuff. BUT she will also get pissed off and not speak to you for days if you don't get her anything.

if you ask her to be your valentine, she scoffs and says something to the effects of "we're dating. of course, dummy. it's not like i have something better to do on that day...". as if she didn't clear her schedule specifically anticipating a date night. nothing huge and public though. you two are more chill, and she hates the vulnerability and mushiness of PDA. (though she isn't above making out in a corner of one of her parties). if you tried to go the traditional route of a huge rose bouquet and taking her out to a packed restaurant, amber would claw your eyes out. she wants it to be customised to you two, not "basic bitch energy"

she'd get you a cute horror themed plushy. that's one of her favourite things about your relationship. you don't judge her about her hobbies and passions, letting her rant on and on, ever letting her show you wayyy too much of the stuff. at this point, it's a hallmark of your relationship, horror is something you two talk about to bond. the first gift is a teddy bear holding a heart in one hand and a knife in the other. the heart says "i can't BEAR to be without you"

the second is a bottle of whiskey she stole from her parents liquor cabinet. then a handwritten letter of all the shit she likes about you (read: things about you that don't piss her off. the reasons why you're more tolerable than everyone else in this miserable town. how you actually make it worthwhile to stay). amber tells you that she's been thinking about it and... she doesn't want you two to drift apart. it's mushy, and embarrassing, but she says she'll pick her college according to which places accept you. "where you go, i go, valentine." she plays it off with a wink, but you can tell that she means it. she can't bear the thought of being without you after all.

her favourite candy is 100% liquorice and black jellybeans and you'd get her a basket full of it (and dark chocolate). her ideal valentines date is to go to a drive-in movie theater deep in the woods to watch some gorey corny slasher, making out in your backseat during the boring scenes.

max fox (better things)

she loves valentines but all her exes have been shit and either broke up with her around that time (leaving her to celebrate it with friends with a galentines thing) or completely forgot it. so max keeps her expectations low. she's half-expecting you to come with a card and a last-minute dinner reservation at a shit restaurant cause all the good places are all booked up.

if you ask her to be your valentine, you should make it a big gesture. get sam and frankie and duke involved, they'd love it (and see how much better you treat her). you get sam to distract max on a day out, pester her and make sure she doesn't have a clue that you came over and you're decorating her room. rose petals all over her bed, a sign that frankie helped you design with some lame pun that max will ADORE, while duke helps you set up all the candles. the pun is probably along the lines of "will you be valen-mine?"

for valentines', max's gifts would be hella creative and handmade and thoughtful. a painting of you that she secretly did while you weren't paying attention and just laying in her bed. a mug she made and painted herself, with one of your inside jokes etched on the handle. a scrapbook of all the pictures she's taken on your dates, filled with notes of her favourite memories on the sides. the cutest ones being a photoshoot session on your first date, where max stole a first kiss on the final pic. the two of you smiling big and excited, not yet knowing you'd make it this far and this long.

you leave her guessing the whole time on your date. at first, you get her to believe you're taking her to her restaurant and she complains that she already has staff meals there all the time. but nonetheless, she's already so giddy for what you've done by showing up and getting her chocolates (she loves the ones with the seahorses and seashells) and a gorgeous bouquet of tulips. she's sniffing her flowers the whole time, grinning in the passenger seat. she's being so sweet and adorable that you spill and tell her the plans.

you got concert tickets to her favourite band AND they're floor seats so you can be right in the pit. max practically screams, kissing you all over as thanks. she's glued to you the whole time during the show, and you get to sing the lyrics of the "best love songs" (max's words) right to your girl. max takes pictures all night, posting you all over her socials. snapping her friends bragging about how she has the best valentine ever and they should be mad jealous.

river (all souls)

it's hard for river to make days about her, to put her feet up and relax. when you broach the conversation about valentines, she'd groan and tell you about how jade got glitter all over the couch when she was decorating letters for her whole class. you'd tell her that you meant her plans for valentines. as in, would she be yours. as in, you already paid jade's babysitter for the night and the kiddo is totally on board (jade REALLY wants you two to have a romantic night. when river turns to her daughter, playfully betrayed that you two planned this behind her back, jade giggles and gives her a thumbs up).

as you two head to your reservation, river has to be assured and reassured that jade is alright staying home for your date. river isn't used to fancy food. or sit-down restaurants where there are hosts rather than one waitress going around addressing every regular by name. when she tells you that she feels out of place and awkward even though she put on her nicest clothes (a hoodie without cigarette burns!), you take her hand and run right outta there together.

instead, you two go on a late night walk. you share jabs about the passing people you see, the man on the phone clearly being cussed out by his girlfriend, the cheating scumbags who thought they'd get away with booking dates back to back. sharing a cigarette, you two are sitting on a park bench, river sighing and apologising that she's not the type of girl who can appreciate all this cute shit you do for her. she wants to be able to swoon, to allow you to pamper her or whatever. but it's just one day, and the stuff you do every day is better. you being around is better, the most romantic gesture she's ever known.

you hit the corner store together, hand in hand. river picks out hella snacks, especially candy to share with jade, and an unhealthy amount of monster energy. you pick out a valentines card that has some dirty joke in it and she snorts and kisses you hard in the aisles. you slip a ring onto her finger.

anora mikheeva (anora)

valentines is a busy day in HQ. divorcees, eternal singles, the heartbroken - it's the perfect place for those that wanna drink and stare at naked girls all night, forgetting what day it is. and ani likes it like that. she likes being able to hustle more outta these suckers, likes that she can offer an ear to their sorrows and convince them way easier to buy a dance.

you ask her to be your valentine simply. you're laying in her bed, curled up with her all naked and blissed out, cuddling but not asleep. she makes a joke about holiday rates until you realise she's serious. she's fully booked. ani presses an apology kiss to your lips, offering to hang out the day after or something. that she'll make it up to you by giving you double the orgasms next time - giggling when you get fussy because you don't want her offering sexual favours all the time!

because don't get her wrong, anora loves romance. she wants to be swept off her feet, she loves the big gestures, the extravagant or extremely meaningful gifts. it's time that's an issue. scheduling. she can't put her life on hold for it. cutesy shit ain't gonna pay the bills.

it's surprisingly easy to decorate her room while she's asleep. like usual, ani got home in the early morning, slipping on her eye mask and earplugs so the sun and occasionally passing train don't wake her up. vera lets you slip in - her boyfriend's there as well - and she's amused at the sight of the huge cardboard box of goods you're gonna spread around ani's room.

her favourite rom coms. her guilty pleasure binge shows. a cute stitch plushy due to her disney obsession. her favourite flowers - dark red peonies because roses are way too normie. most importantly, you make breakfast in their tiny-ass kitchen to treat anora so she doesn't have to rush the morning to get ready for work.

you'll fit in the time around her schedule. you're determined to make her feel special even when the rest of the world demands that she be this very specific person all the time, this jaded hustling girl.

you sit on ani's bed, waiting for her to wake up, a tray of freshly cooked breakfast in your hands. she wakes up to the smell of chocolate chip pancakes, the way mom always used to cook her as a kid. there's cut up strawberries shaped like hearts, whipped cream on top. on the tray is a tennis bracelet she's been desperate for after some of the other HQ girls were bragging about their sugar daddies gifting it to them. you worked hard, often picking up overtime, to be able to afford it. ani gasps so loud when she realises you went all out, hands clasped over her mouth as she shouts "you fucking didn't! oh my god! i thought i was being robbed you fucking asshole!" as she complains about how loud you were.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

The short adventure's of Bonten's no4: the door

Bonten x f reader

Warnings: slight manga spoilers, suggestive content, 18+

Summary: You're Bonten's first female member, their skilled and deadly no4. So surely you can have one peaceful day off right? Just to unpack your new apartment?

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The door

A fresh start.

Today is the day, the day you're moving into your new apartment. You even took the day off work to make sure everything goes as smoothly as possible today. Today is going to be perfect. 

Walking around your new apartment, you can't help but admire it. This place really is perfect for you and decorated just how you like it. But the best feature is the door, you spared no expense when getting a new door installed, with this one being the best. It's practically impossible to pick the lock, it's too heavy to be kicked down and even came with a small camera so you can watch when there's movement outside. So basically it's bonten proof. This place really is perfect and you have the whole day to unpack and get yourself settled in.

Meanwhile

All of bonten aside from Mikey and you were forced to attend Koko's latesr financial meeting. It never seemed to end. Everytime they thought Koko was about to finish he'd then start going on and on about something else. They were all sick of it. But just as Koko was about to start ranting (something to do with people leaving the lights on) Sanzu spoke up.

"Hey isn't today the day y/n get's her new apartment?"

And with that it's already decided between them, time to check in on their dear y/n and her new place. After all, seeing you is much more interesting then this meeting.

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You were just starting to unpack the kitchen boxes when you heard it. Someone trying to open the door...

Sneaking across the apartment as quietly as you can, you grab a bat before heading towards the door and checking the camera. Only to find Sanzu attempting to pick the lock as the other's watched. You drop the bat with a sigh and call out to them.

"Hey what are you guys doing here!?"

They all look startled for a moment, wondering where the voice is coming from and how you knew they were there. Seeing their shocked faces was pretty amusing at least.

"We came to surprise you!"

Of course Ran is the one to answer, grinning at where he thinks the camera is (he's off by a few cm).

"By breaking into my apartment!?"

"Attempted break in, Sanzu isn't done yet!"

Rindou cheerfully calls out. He's about to say something else when Sanzu suddenly curses, saying he can't get the door open and giving it a kick to let his frustrations out. 

They all pause in shock for a moment as you grin from your side of the door. And decide to have some fun with them, sweetly you call out

"You guys could've just knocked or rang the bell"

Sanzu immediately knocks after, impatient to get inside.

"Are you going to let us in now?"

"Nope ♡"

Having the power to mess with them like how they always mess with you really is fun.

Suddenly loud banging is heard against the door as Sanzu repeatedly kicks and hits at it, demanding you let them in. 

"No thanks, I'm busy!"

Ran calls out next, asking what you're busy with and if they can help you with it, trying to sweet talk his way inside. But he's just interrupted by Sanzu again.

"Open this door right now!" If you do it now then we'll go easy on you but the longer you leave us out here the worse it'll be for you! Open up little bunny or the big bad wolves will blow your house down!"

"I'm pretty sure the wolves blow the pigs house down not a bunny's and the answer is no!"

You hear a few of the guy's stifling their laughter at your response. But judging by the amount of banging against your door after that, Sanzu didn't like it so much.

Everything suddenly goes quiet. 

Peering at the camera you see Sanzu shuffling around for something in his pocket as the other's watch with various expressions. Until he pulls out his gun with a triumphant laugh and points it at your door.

He wouldn't! .....would he?

Luckily Kakucho snatches the gun from him before Sanzu makes the whole neighbourhood aware of their presence. Sanzu looks ready to fight him for daring to touch his gun, but then Ran murmurs something you can't hear and they all leave. Finally leaving you to continue on with your unpacking, that door really is great!

*frantic knocking on the door*

Or so you thought, just as you make your way back to the kitchen you're called back to the door again. Sighing, you check the camera's. Immediately spotting Rindou knocking on your door while Takeomi lays on the floor???

Rindou looks at the door frantically and knocks like a crazy person, he seems actually upset?

"Y/n quick! We need your help, it's a medical emergency! Open the door and help us, Takeomi is dying!"

Takeomi lies still on the floor with his eyes closed, you can't tell if he's breathing or not. But you don't see any obvious injuries...

"What's he dying from?"

Rindou looks startled by your question  probably expecting you to just rush out instead of questioning what's actually going on. You roll your eyes at this, of course you didn't get to the position of no4 without questioning things and being cautious first.

"Uhm uhhhh old age?"

You don't even get the chance to reply to that answer because as soon as the words leave Rindou's mouth, Takeomi is off the floor and angrily running at Rindou, cursing him for saying that. Rindou laughs and runs off, making Takeomi chase him and leaving you and your door alone again. 

-

You spend the next 20 minutes making good progress with unpacking the kitchen, until you hear it again. Knocking on your door. This time the knocking is calm and doesn't last for too long, it sounds almost formal.

Checking the camera, this time you see Koko standing outside. Calling his name, you ask him why he's here.

"I came to talk to you about urgent work business"

You quickly remind him it's your day off, but that doesn't seem to matter to Koko. Instead he starts telling you about how urgent the business is and how you have to know about it right away, so you need to open the door. But somethings off about him? He seems kind of sad or like he's not really trying?

"Hey Koko, is something wrong?"

You never expected your question to lead to this, but you end up hearing all about how Koko planned a meeting this morning only for everyone to ditch it and for him to get dragged here.

"Sure I wanted to see you too and the new place and maybe even spend some time alone together but I put a lot of work into preparing for that meeting!"

Koko ends up sitting on the other side of the door to you and venting through the door for awhile until he feels better. Then he calmly get's up, thanks you for your time and says he looks forward to seeing you tomorrow then walks off. Once again leaving you alone.

-

You cheer as you finally finish unpacking the kitchen, it took ages but at least you got to finish it in peace. Now on to the living room, but just as you was about to start, it happens again. The door bell rings, telling you you're no longer alone.

This time as you check the camera you see someone you don't immediately recognise. A really big guy in a jacket covering all of his clothes, as well as a hat hiding his face.

"Uhh who is it?"

"Pizza delivery"

"I didn't order a pizza?"

It's definitely another trick to make you open the door, and judging by that guy's height, it's definitely Mochi out there. He pauses before he answers, probably unsure of how to respond to that.

"It's been ordered for you?? An apology pizza! A bunch of cool looking guys ordered it for you!"

"Why aren't you holding a pizza then?"

He quickly walks off after that.

Your stomach growls in protest, damn them for making you think of pizza now. They could've at least brought a real pizza with them!

Not even 5 minutea pass before there's another knock at the door, maybe they actually did come back with pizza? But this time it isn't Mochi standing at your door but Kakucho. He gives the camera a little wave, waving at the exact right spot. You're about to call out and ask what his plan is to get inside but he speaks first.

"We miss you"

You're pretty surprised by this, so say nothing. 

"That's why we came here today, the hq just isn't the same without you there. We all really miss you and just wanted to see you again."

"But you just saw me yesterday?"

"So? You're one of us, we normally see you so often that even just missing a day makes us feel empty. I know the last time we saw your apartment things got pretty messed up but I think the guys all learnt their lesson from that and it won't happen again... I'd really like to see you too."

Maybe letting them in wouldn't be too bad? You realise you've actually missed them too today, sure they get on your nerves but you never feel lonely with them around and it's clear they really do care about you. It was pretty quiet before they came along...

You're about to open the door when you suddenly hear another voice.

"Heyyyy sweetheart, you gonna let us in now?"

Ran Haitani.

Kakucho looks like he's about to speak up again but instead Ran pats him on the back and whispers something to him, making Kakucho walk off with a sad look. 

Ran then grins again, continuing to look at the wrong part of the door as he speaks.

"Just the two of us now, the others all left. So why not open the door for just me? We can have fun together with just the two of us."

"Just the two of us? Please everyone else is probably around the corner, waiting to barge in as soon as I open the door"

Ran's grin fades for just a second before he smiles at the door again, winking.

"You have such an active imagination sweetheart but nope, it's just me. You really think I want the others around to witness this or the sounds I'm going to pull out of you?"

You gulp. Weakly replying that you have no idea what he means, admitting to it or how it makes you feel is much more embarrassing. 

"Oh? I think you know exactly what I mean sweetheart. How you're going to cry out under me as we try out your new bed together. Just open the door. Unless you want the other's to hear? Maybe we could even invit-"

His phone suddenly rings, cutting him off and saving you from your embarrassment as well as the hot feeling overwhelming you.

"......ah....yes.........I understand............ of course boss"

The person on the other end of the line doesn't talk much, making the call just a short one. As soon as it's over, Ran looks back at the door and sighs.

"Maybe next time huh?"

He then walks off.

You lean against the wall for a moment, trying to forget the words he just said and how they make you feel. Maybe you're done with unpacking the rest of the day? Just relaxing seems like a much better way to spend the rest of your day after all that. You walk back into the living room, looking forward to just watching your favourite show and maybe eating some sna- 

"Hey"

You let out a small shriek as you find Mikey sitting on your sofa and eating your snacks as he looks at you curiously. 

"How did you get in here!?"

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Bonus:

Mikey just stares as you freak out and look around to try and figure out how he possibly got in here. Once you finally settle down opposite him on the sofa, he offers you a sweet from the bag he stole from your snack supply.

"Nice place here, quiet when the other's go away"

You find yourself nodding, still in shock upon finding your boss somehow in your apartment. 

"You should still invite them all here at some point though, they can help unpack"

You say nothing, not wanting to voice how bad of an idea it would be for all of them to go through your stuff.... again. Mikey just hums. 

"These are good, you should taste one"

You're not sure how Mikey moves that fast, one minute he's sitting across from you and the next he's pressing his lips against yours. 'Helping' you to taste the 'sweets'. 

So much for your alone time.

Thanks for reading!!!! ♡

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[ageingfangirl2]

Imagine Being Bonten's Receptionist (Bonten x F Reader) - Tokyo Revengers

PART 12: THANK YOU GIFTS

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN THIRTEEN

Even though a week had passed since everything was cleared up with your stalker ex, you sit at your desk scratching Bonten behind the ear, thinking that you needed to do something to say thank you to the executives for helping you out of a tough situation when they had better things to do, as criminals. Of course, you couldn’t be obvious because everyone would feel awkward; you needed to be subtle and make each gift meaningful to the executive. Paperwork and emails could wait for the day while you sought out the perfect thank-you gifts.

You know Mikey well enough by now to understand he doesn’t always respond openly to emotions, so you don’t get too sappy with him. One day, when it’s just the two of them, you hand him a small wrapped box containing a vintage toy bike keychain — something simple, nostalgic, and well-made. Attached is a short handwritten note:

‘You’ve let me feel safe without asking for anything in return. Thank you’

Mikey doesn’t say much. He just slips the keychain into his pocket and ruffles your hair as he walks away, a rare softness in his eyes.

For Sanzu, you get something unexpectedly personal: a custom lighter engraved with a fox, clever and sly. It’s sleek, sturdy — something only someone paying real attention would think to give him. When you hand it to him, you just shrug, ‘You kept me laughing when I wanted to fall apart. So…thanks, you psycho.’

He grins, eyes glinting, ‘I don’t know whether to be flattered or offended, but I do like it.’ He flicks it open right then and there, his expression a mix of mischief and something deeper he won’t say out loud.

You know Ran’s a man of aesthetics, so you gift him a pair of sleek, custom cufflinks — one shaped like a snake, the other a rose. You leave them in a small box on his desk with no note. When he finds them, he smirks, already knowing they’re from you.

Later, he swings by your desk, leans on the counter, ‘So what’s this, your way of calling me dangerous but pretty?’

You raise a brow, ‘You said it, not me.’

He chuckles, clearly pleased, ‘You’ve got taste, sweetheart.’

Rindou loves music, so you quietly put together a custom playlist on a USB — stuff he likes, mixed with a few songs that helped you through rough nights. You hand it to him on a day he’s working late, no explanation, just a muttered, ‘Thought you might like these.’

Rindou plugs it in later that night and listens all the way through. He doesn’t say much the next day, but he sets a matching pair of noise-cancelling earbuds on your desk with a casual, ‘You should add more. It was good.’

It’s his version of thank you.

To Kakucho, you give a hand-stitched notebook, its cover embroidered with a discreet phoenix motif. Inside, the first page has a single line written:

‘Because you’re the one who always brings people back from the fire’

You hand it to him one evening while you’re both cleaning up late.

He’s quiet when he reads the first page, fingers brushing the stitching, ‘...You didn’t have to.’

‘I wanted to,’ you reply softly.

He nods once, lips pressing into a rare, quiet smile, ‘I’ll use it well.’

For Koko, you give a custom pen, sleek and high-end, engraved subtly with the word ‘Anchor’

And a note inside the box which reads: 

‘You always knew how to find what needed to be found. For others. And me’

You give it to him when no one’s around, not wanting to make a scene.

Koko turns the pen over in his hand, then glances at you, ‘This… isn’t cheap.’

‘Neither is loyalty,’ you reply in a split second.

He gives a soft chuckle, pocketing it, ‘Well played.’

You gift Takeomi a bottle of rare whiskey, the label elegant and minimalist, with a small tag tied to it:

‘For the weight you carry, and the things you never say. I see you’

You leave it on his desk after hours, knowing he’d hate being thanked too directly.

He finds it, reads the note once, then looks out the window for a long time before tucking it away.

The next day, he passes you in the hall, slows his steps just long enough to say, ‘...You’re a good woman. Don’t let this world take that from you.’

To Mochi, you give something simple but deeply thoughtful — a leather card holder, sturdy and cleanly designed, with a hidden pocket inside. Inside the pocket, there’s a small charm — a tiny metal tiger, representing quiet strength.

‘Because even the strong need something to protect them, too’

When you give it to him, you keep it brief, knowing he doesn’t like fuss. He takes it without a word, then gives you a small nod — a rare, silent thanks. Later, when no one’s watching, he moves his ID and keeps the charm right where you put it.

[sweetsbelcva]

Can’t fix me | Michael Berzatto x Reader

⟡ You struggle with internal emotions in your relationship. The truth comes to the surface as he notices the change that he dread it was coming.

— fem!reader. Age gap, Reader’s nickname is Bug and is in her early 20s (no body/appearance descriptions), and Michael is in his early 40s. Mentions of nausea and heavy emotions. hurt— no comfort, sorry.

— masterlist

A/n: I wanted to navigate a reader who has been dealing with the feelings of growing up and finding stability in herself. I have more ideas if you'd like me to continue but this barely scratches the surface.

You open the door to a sleepy Michael, having looked for him at The Bear and Donna’s already. You were worried he had been drinking late at night alone but luckily found him at his house. It's your day off, you stopped by Annie’s to get some croissants, black coffee, and a cappuccino for yourself.

"Morning, bear," you say, almost in a whisper. You were always walking on eggshells with him, not wanting to irritate him when he just woke up. It was noon, he had just gotten out of bed and that meant he was drinking late at night but at home.

He steps into the living room, hearing the soft term on endearment that calls to him like a siren singing. Your soft, familiar voice echoes through the room. He sees your eyes, that frown on your face, and the pout on your lips as he lifts his head, it shakes now from side to side.

"Don't look at me like that" he grunts, rubbing his eyes with his fist to wake up. "Just don't-" Mikey avoids staring at you, knowing well he’d get lost on your beauty and that would make him distracted. That he can't have a day without letting you into his heart and putting the same wall between you, again.

You worry, of course you do. The dark circles around his eyes, his lip almost torn apart from chewing at it.

"I got you some breakfast" your sweet voice always seems to perk his interest, cutting any tension between you.

You place the bag of goodies onto the table and sit down. He does the same, you two are only centimeters apart now— physically, the complete opposite thing emotionally.

"Got you a black coffee, croissants and if you want I can make us an omelet"

Usually, the only two things in his stomach are coffee and whatever he could find at The Bear. Pieces of meat, some bread, a piece of chocolate cake— never a full meal.

"Thank you, bug" You see his lip quirked up slightly, the thought of you knowing exactly what he needs without hesitation. "Really" he shoots you a smile, and you do too.

"Of course, bear"

The nickname makes his heart race, he takes a bite of the pastry and a sip of his coffee. His eyes feel less heavy each time his throat gets warm. He hadn't realized how hungry he was.

"Didn't you already eat? It's late" he asks around his bites, eyes flickering over to your breakfast.

"No, I wasn't hungry. I was kind of nauseous in the morning" you reply, taking a sip of your cappuccino. You thank the odds it was your day off and could have more time in bed until then nausea went away.

Mikey furrows his brows at your response, he'd been so caught up in his loneliness he didn't realize how you'd been doing. He didn't even ask how you'd been feeling.

He stops mid-bite, his hand hesitating to reach out for your thigh under the table and squeeze it to give you comfort. He stared at you, trying to hide the concern in his gaze so you stay calm.

"Why?"

"I'm not sure, its the third time it has happened and I'm sure it’s stress"

His brows knit in a frown, now tilting his head looking for your gaze. You are avoiding him— his heart races.

"Stress?" he repeats, placing the cup down on the table and shifting his chair to face you properly without having to crack his neck. He placed his hand on the back of your chair, the action full of innocence as he got closer. "Why are you so stressed, princess?" he asks, his brows still knitted in a frown.

"You know, school, work and I have deadlines on both" you sigh. Saying all of it with all the calm in the world, he can't believe it. You were just panicking a few days ago for a test and now you’re this calm?

"And me" his words slip out before he could think about it. He noticed you'd gotten slightly distant from him these past few days. He wouldn't be surprised if he was the source of your pain. He felt the pang of guilt in his heart.

"I never said that"

"You didn't have to" he grumbled. "Its not that hard to figure i’m one of your problems, bug"

You shift in your place, his hand on the back of the chair now close to touch your arm. You look at him in disbelief, your eyes parted and the way your breath hitches on your throat makes the nausea come back again.

"I didn't even thought about it, you’re rushing in for a fight and I'm not granting you that wish" you defend yourself, not letting him bring you down the quiet peaceful moment you were having.

He was taken aback at how blunt you were, it made him go silent for a few seconds. He stares at you, watching the signs of anger on your face.

"I'm not trying to fight"

A scoff leaves your lips, your shoulders tightening. "Then why are you jumping to conclusions then?" your eyes piercing his gaze.

Then he sees it, really sees it. You’ve changed. All these days of distance made sense because whatever happened in your brain, something clicked and you’re not the same person he met. You’ve grown.

You’re not picking at his fights, you’re not pouting for a kiss. You noticed he didn't give you the welcome you deserved so you didn't try to do so. You’re not the same giggly girl who would do anything he says, being surprised and amazed by the little things he did.

And it hurts, it really fucking hurts. Because in any given moment you’ll realize he’s just a headcase and its not worth your time.

"Bear?" you call him.

You still have that sweet voice, but you’ve changed.

"I don't know" he muttered, he knew why but he wasn't going to admit it— no, he was too embarrassed for that.

"I never said you were the reason, you’re just twisting everything I say" You get up from your seat. "You always do!"

He felt his shoulders slump as he follows your every movement. You are putting back your coat and your beanie, your boots too. Mikey takes a deep breath but doesn't move, exhausted of causing you too many problems and stress.

"I just feel like I’ve been in my own world…" he trails off, his eyes now trained on the floor next to your shoes. "I feel like… I've been too much"

"Yes, you’ve been mean and grumpy" the anger on which the words came out of your mouth surprises you. But you were tired, so tired of his baggage.

"I've been having a hard time... If you can't handle it then maybe you should leave already" he winced at your observation. He knew it was true, but the stubborn side of him didn't want to admit it. "I'm causing you more problems than you already have and you’re still here? What do you want from me? You can't fix me"

He’s said it a million times, but it somehow felt different. More real, more painful.

You huff, taking your bag and your keys. Mikey stares at his hands and closes his eyes as the door is shut.

You keep walking to your car, the tears strolling down your face. You sit there for what feels like minutes until you decide its time to go home. You glance at Mikey’s house for the last time before turning on the ignition.

Maybe this is right, it's what you need. Its not meant to be if it makes you so sad and heartbroken, right? The man already said it, you can't fix him.

⟡ If you like it please reblog and comment. If you want more you can request!

⟡ Dividers: cafekitsune. Gif darlingshane

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

Maybe the real world explanation for why we didn't get to see as much of '03 Leo and Don bonding was because the writers couldn't think of what to do with them or didn't have time to fit it in or something but in universe I choose to believe it's because they're already so comfortable with each other, their relationship doesn't require the same amount of onscreen "upkeep" or "maintenance". Overall Don is super easy to be around. Mikey's with him so often, Raph bickers with him the least. It's safe to assume he is that comfortable company for Leo too.

I get such a steady vibe from both of them. They're already at a point in their relationship where the reliance and trust and sharing of the wavelength is so inherent, we see them both have occasions where they go to address the other and have to be reminded that they aren't here right now. They're already that seamless. I have to assume/headcanon they built that foundation in childhood (maybe seeing each other as a fellow leveler head or just easier to be around when the other two were being rowdier/feistier/causing mischief/picking fights?)

Their bond to me feels like one of those relationships where you could be apart however long and then reconnect feeling like no time has passed. It comes naturally ergo it comes implied, rather than needing to go out of their way to show it as often. Of course we always want to see more but what we do get says a lot about what's already there -- (Don being fiercely, wholeheartedly ready to throw hands at anyone who lays a finger on Leo's poisoned body, my beloved. Leo swearing twice over "No matter what it takes", ready to make a deal with the devil for Don's cure, my beloved) -- and has been there all along, a lot longer than we get with them.

[yittiko]

Okay so random thought I had while thinking of Arcane

Donnie would totally figure out how to dimension hop, right.

So imagine that they never get Leo back alive. Of course, they could all slowly cope and work through their grief and live on and all, but that's no fun sometimes.

______

So like,

They lose Leo and they're grieving and they're falling apart and the pieces don't seem to be fitting together again like they're supposed to and what are they supposed to do about that now? The one who knew how they were supposed to fit is gone and now they're sitting blind trying to put themselves back together one crack at a time.

So Donnie throws himself into his work. He locks himself inside the cage that's his lab and researches over and over and over because he can fix this. He doesn't know how he will, but anything is possible with a bit of willpower and knowledge and he can fix this.

Raph and Mikey are coping in their own ways too but they've already lost one brother and they aren't willing to lose another to himself so they show up. They're there by his side with food or just company because the three of them can do this together, just you wait. Donnie may feel like he's lost half his soul, but they lost a piece of theirs too, and they're desperate to get it back.

Somehow it's done. Donnie's done it! He's finally made the mystic device that'll bring back his brother! No longer will they have to live with the twisting sorrow rooted in their bones or the unspoken force trying to drag them to their knees.

They try it out. Leo is there, joking around as if nothing had ever happened, like he'd never thrown himself into a prison to save the world even at the cost of his life. Their tears hit the ground before they can even speak and they hold their brother so tight he gasps at them that he can't breathe.

They think that they've gone to the past. They keep up their guard and they start to prepare for the worst but there's no key. No kraang.

Donnie is the first to come to the conclusion that this was an alternate dimension. Of course, it's odd because everything is the same but it's also so different. But, they let themselves relax, because there's no kraang and no end of the world. No sacrifice of their brother.

But, of course, every hero has to fall.

There's no kraang, no, but there's something just as big, just as deadly. Even with their updated powers they're still no match and Leo still ends up at the tip of the winning arrow. The brothers can only scream in anguish and frustration as they watch their brother once again disappear from their arms for nothing but the sake of the world around them.

They try again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Donnie is resolute in finding the happy ending, but no matter how hard they try it happens again and again and there's so many times that it's something only Leo can do and Donnie can't stop him from sacrificing himself again (it's even worse because Donnie is always right there to watch it happen, too close to be a bystander and too far to help) and Donnie gets more and more desperate to save him.

If in just one dimension Leo is okay, then that'll be fine. He has to know that his twin is not doomed in every reality, that the spirit of his entire existence isn't cursed to end as a tragedy at 16 because Leo deserved better than that. Leo deserved to be happy and live and do every stupid thing a kid should be able to do because Donnie refused to believe that he was born to be a martyr and not just his dum dum twin that was too selfless for his own good.

[joonipertree]

Pro-racer!Jiro x insecure!reader

drabble that started it all

the smut that isn't done yet but will be uploaded at some point

Thank u everyone who asked for a part 2, it motivated me a lot i hope u like this as much as i do!

When you heard the door of your apartment open, your body stiffened. It hadn't been that long since Mikey left, only 5 pm and he said he'd be back by ten so it confused you. But you didn't get up from under your blanket, didn't run out and hug him in greeting. You stayed silent and still, wondering maybe it was your imagination and then morbidly thinking an intruder got in. You wouldn't want an intruder to come in but Mikey just wasn't someone you wanted to see in that moment.

Your bedroom door opened, your ears already knowing it was coming from the footsteps that came before it. You had become a statue, closing your eyes in hopes that he'd think you're sleeping and move on.

Maybe he needed to pick something up? Maybe the work ended early? In your head, the possibility of him finding out about the picture and coming home because of it just didn't make sense. Because in that moment, your worth didn't add up into anything important.

Mikey didn't say anything, his feet pattered in and your side of the bed suddenly had a figure standing over it. Now, it would be very easy to become anxious aboutt an intruder, how maybe a demon was lurking over you. But Mikey's breathing was as familiar to you as your own. His footsteps had become something that you could pick out in a storm. His presence was enveloping even when a blanket was over you. You knew it was him and you hoped he didn't check to see if you were awake.

Then, a weight pressed you deeper into the softness of the bed, squishing your cheek into the pillow as all your sides were given a new source of heat. Mikey's cheek lay against your head, legs and arms sprawled to your sides and body completely on top of you. It wasn't the most comfortable but he wasn't that heavy in the first place so you weren't being crushed.

"I know you're awake, you think I can't tell my baby's breathing apart?" His voice came from besides your ear, deep and soft and gentle. You shivered involuntarily.

"You gonna show your pretty face or am I gonna have to rip the blanket off of you?"

You stayed still, not having an escape plan or a way to deescalate the situation. There really was no easy answer, so you stayed silent as if that would solve every issue known to man.

And of course, it was very easy for Mikey to peel away extra layer of protection. You felt the cold air hit your cheeks, your face taking the initiative to cover your eyes against the pillow so there would be no eye contact.

An exasperated sigh left Mikey’s lips but he was stubborn if anything so your body went deeper into the mattress from his body weight. He peppered you with kisses like he always did and your body relaxed under the onslaught of affection. Your head cleared for the first time in the last hour and every second you were in his presence was enough to assure you of his love. But the image of the comments flashed in your head, so easily. People saying that he and the model looked good together, that they would make a pretty couple, that it made sense. And as much as you wanted to deny it, you knew that there was a reason people were saying it. Of course there was, you had eyes. And the question that was begging to get out of you sat on your tongue like a weight. 

And with some difficulty, you unstuck your tongue from the roof of your mouth and spoke with every fiber of your body protesting against it. 

“Why are you dating me?”

The silence that followed was deafening and felt like a burial for your emotions. You didn’t know what you wanted him to say, second guessing your worries and your thoughts. Eating your words would have been easier, shutting up would probably keep the remnants of your relationship together. Of course, your relationship didn’t feel like it was on its last leg but love was blind wasn’t it? People hid secrets easily enough. And the question in your head wasn’t necessarily if he loved you but couldn’t he love someone better?

“Your laugh gets squeaky when you giggle for too long.”

A pause. You still couldn’t look at him. 

“The way you talk about your favourite characters is filled with so much passion and nuance, I know for a fact that that doesn’t just apply to them. You do a cute thing where you break eye contact with me when you stare at me for too long, we’ve been together for four years. You annoy me every day when I don’t pay attention to you and then take your revenge by eating my food.”

Your eyes were blurry from the unshed tears that threatened to break free and all Mikey could do was kiss your cheek as he continued his list. 

“Your hands are very small in mine and you give me extra meat on my plate when you think I’m not looking and you pat babu on his headlights like he’s precious to you. You complain about having to take care of a big baby like me but do it anyway. And you cackle every time you put my hair in pigtails like it's the most evil plan. We spent fifteen minutes the other day doing basic math when tryna bake something and ended up getting flour everywhere. What a silly question for you to ask, honey.” 

You sniffled and let him turn your head so you could see the crinkling of the corner of Mikey’s eyes and the gentle smile he reserved for only you. And as much as you wanted to let it go then and there, your fist still punched his shoulder, albeit with no strength in it. 

“Then why was your face so close to that model, you jackass?” Another fist landed on his chest but he didn’t budge at all, cradling your face that didn’t wanna venture too far away from his hand. “I get that she’s pretty but you can’t just do that to me!! Am I not enough? Do you think it’s fine cuz it's a photoshoot? Cuz no! I don’t like it at all!!! You fucker! You piece of shit!”

Mikey sighed, closing his eyes for a second before saying, “it’s not what it looks like.”

The scripted sounding line made you see red as your foot kicked him almost reflexively in the stomach. He fell back onto the bed, legs and arms spread as he groaned at the impact. You took the chance to get up and begin walking out of the room. 

“I know it looks bad but genuinely! Not what you think it is!” 

The pillow you threw at him shut him up real quick and he was left laying there in a disgruntled ball. The door slammed shut behind you as you stomped your way into the guest bedroom, closing with less intensity as your anger fizzled out as soon as you went inside. You sat down on the bed, the photo burned into your retina and every single comment going through your head like you’re scrolling through your phone at that exact moment. 

After half an hour, the door to the room opened and mentally cursed yourself for forgetting to lock it. This didn’t change the position you were in, a small ball of pity on one corner of the bed. There were two thumps on the side table next to you and after some shuffling, the door opened and closed. You waited five minutes before peeking from your blanket. A glass of water sat on the table along with your phone, precariously placed in your direction. You looked around and saw the room being empty before you chugged the water down. 

Your phone pinged with a notification from Mikey’s instagram. He posted something while the two of you were in an active fight? That bitch-

You picked up your phone, stared at your lockscreen of Mikey and you with your cheeks pressed together and opened his page despite yourself. It was a video with the caption ‘thanks for sending this @luvrboisanzu’. The video played on its own, a few seconds before the camera had captured the photo that had caused this whole ordeal. The model was seen hovering behind him, leaning down with her hand stretching out towards his face. There was no hesitance in Mikey’s hand shooting up and grabbing her wrist, glaring at her before glaring at the director telling him to ‘let her’.

“It’s just for the camera! People will love it!” The old man persisted before Mikey stood up from his seat. 

“I’m taken and I’m bored. We must have enough by now, right?” Mikey’s hands were tucked into the pockets of his dress pants, eyes sharp and steady. 

“Oh come on, a few more won’t hurt right? Think of your fans---” The director pushed on and the air around Mikey changed immediately. It grew more stifling, his eyes narrowing at the man. 

Silence, no one knew what to say before Ken-chin brought over Mikey's jacket. Mikey began leaving, ignoring the stammering staff members that were asking him to stay. 

“Oof,” a sound came from behind the camera and you instantly recognized it as Haruchiyo, “dude bro really shouldn't have pushed it.” 

And the video ended.

You stared at the screen for a second, noticing the little red circle on his profile. You clicked it without thinking, the video that played took a second for you to process. 

Sanzu had posted it on his story and tagged @bikerboi_manjiro, Mikey had shared it on his story. The main focus was Mikey, his hair up in a ponytail while he played patty cake with someone that you instantly realised was you off camera. The memory was clear in your head, from a few months ago when you were on the sidelines watching haru fuck around with Mikey under the guise of a makeover. His nails were painted metallic silver, his nose was grazed with blush and he had graphic liner adorning his eyes. 

The main problem with filming was his lack of attention span and inability to sit still. So he'd often just move around or eat the snacks or bound over to you for your affection. In this instance, the two of you were bored and ended up just stuck in a long game of patty cake. 

Mikey, in the video, watched your hands fumble and grinned brightly before grabbing your hands in his. You remembered how flustered you had gotten from his stare, you two had been together for a long time but his gaze still felt too much to you at times. Mikey broke down laughing seeing you all blushy, eyes squeezing shut and leaning closer towards you. 

The story left your screen and you were left with a swirl of emotions which you could only describe as embarrassed, awed and grateful. As well as just a tiny bit pissed that he thinks that he could post himself being cute and you'd walk out the door back into his arms?? He was right, of course. But it still pissed you off.

So you dragged your ass out of the guest room and instantly noticed his napping form on the living room couch. Mikey's head was against the couch cushion, eyes closed and hair spread out like a halo. 

And without much warning, you plopped yourself on his lap. His eyes instantly shot open, instantly focused on you as you made yourself comfortable on your seat. Mikey's arms went around your waist, soothing your back with his large hand as you laid your head on your shoulder.

“Sorry for kicking you….and punching you….and doubting you.” You whispered.

Mikey snorted, “couldn't have asked for a better kick. And it's fine, I would've kicked myself too if I could. Sorry it came to this.” 

“I shouldn't have thought you would do anything with another person….you never gave me a reason to believe that.” You squeezed him against you as much as you could, letting him soak in your warmth.

“You're always so hard on yourself, you know that? Always think the worst of yourself. Which is very annoying when I look at you and I see the best person I could possibly be with. I really don't think you understand how lucky I am to be dating you.” Mikey whispered, placing soft kisses along your neck and shoulder, letting you melt into him.

“I'm just me.” You whined, too focused on his lips on your skin than your words.

“And you are something that is so rare and precious that it's a miracle I found you. You think I can walk down the street or go into a photo shoot and find someone like you? I could spend lifetimes searching and not get close, yet here you are…in my lap.” Manjiro's kisses had turned into light nibbling , hand curling so that the back of his nails could graze your spine, causing you to shiver.

“You're a very silly little baby aren't you, honey? Having these silly thoughts. You don't need to stress your pretty head about it, no not at all.” Mikey spoke gently, voice soft and buttery. And you just whined into his shoulder, letting his words fog up your brain and close your eyes.

Mikey's long fingers made their way into your hair, scratching your scalp enough for your nerves to come alive and cause shivers run down your back. His nails reached the nape of your neck and a little whimper forced its way out of your throat. 

“Mh-hm.” Mikey hummed, rocking from side to side. Your head was stuck in a dream-like state, body melted against his own with barely any thoughts left. 

“Jiro.” You whined, feeling overwhelmed. Your boyfriend only chuckled, playing with the hem of your shorts, asking for permission. And oh, you wanted him so badly.

[yanyandam]

can you do maybe bonten with taking care of drunk reader? like they wrre at a club or something and the reader got drunk.

HIIII thank you for requesting, this is pretty rushed but I hope it fits what you were imagining!

BONTEN TAKING CARE OF A DRUNK!READER

It’s a late, smoky night at one of the clubs the brothers own, neon lights flickering across velvet couches, bass thudding through the floor, perfume and alcohol clinging to the air. The VIP section is roped off and dimly lit, a place for them and no one else. You're slumped on a leather couch, flushed cheeks, head spinning, a half-finished cocktail still in hand. You’ve been downing drinks all night, your mind's been a storm for hours.

Mikey steps in, dead quiet. Black shirt half-buttoned, his eyes land on you slumped over. He sighs. Not irritated. Not surprised. Just… tired. He kneels down in front of you slowly, brushing some hair from your face. His voice is gravel: “What the fuck are you doing to yourself?” There’s no heat behind it. Just a strange, hollow concern. He knows what it’s like to want to disappear in a bottle. You murmur something incoherent and laugh. He watches you for a moment, then gently takes the drink from your hand and sets it aside. “Don’t be like me,” he mutters, barely audible, and sits beside you. He doesn’t touch you again, but he stays close. Protective in silence.

Sanzu laughs when he sees you. A cold, sharp laugh. “You serious right now?” He crouches beside you, eyes scanning your drunken, slumped frame. “You look pathetic. Damn near drooling.” But then he stops. His gaze lingers longer than usual. There's a flicker of discomfort in his eyes. "You can’t handle this world like that, sweetheart," he says, low. “You gonna end up face down somewhere if you’re not careful.” He holds your wrist subconsciously. "You're lucky it was me who found you.” He tosses his jacket over your shoulders. Rough, but real.

Kakucho enters quietly, hands in pockets, that blank face of his not giving much away. He sees you wobbling in your seat, giggling to yourself and trying to stand up. You almost trip over your own feet. He catches you smoothly before you fall. “Careful.” He sits you down again, kneels in front of you, eyes calm but distant. "You’ve had a rough week. But this isn’t the way. You know that." He takes a napkin, gently wipes some smudged makeup from under your eyes. He doesn't smile. But he stays by your side the whole night, quiet and steady.

Kokonoi’s pissed. But not at you, at whoever let you get like this. “Why the fuck didn’t anyone stop them?” he growls, glaring at the club staff. He storms over, takes one look at your glassy stare and flushed cheeks, and sighs through his teeth. Loosens his tie, sits beside you. “Hey. Look at me. You good?” You blink, tear up a little, and whisper some gibberish He chuckles: a low, surprising sound. He pulls your head onto his shoulder and mutters: “You don’t get to fall apart. Not alone.” He stays with you, making calls, clearing your schedule for the next day.

Mochi panics when he sees you. Full-on baby deer in headlights. “Ah—fuck! Are you okay? Did someone touch you? Say something weird??” You hiccup and look at him like he’s got three heads. He kneels in front of you, his hands fluttering uselessly in the air. "You drank that much? You gotta eat something, c’mon. You’ll puke all over my shoes." He drags you into a corner booth, orders food, water and frowns like a worried mom. "Next time, call me before it gets this bad!" He’s warm. A little frantic. But you feel safe in his hands.

He owns the place. Of course Ran saw you on the security cams. “Fucking hell…” he mutters, pushing through the crowd. He finds you slumped in VIP, eyes barely open, legs curled up on the couch. He clicks his tongue and waves off a server. “Water. Strong coffee. Towels.” He crouches beside you, brushing a thumb over your cheek. "You trying to ruin that pretty face? No way I’m letting some drunk mess up my best customer.” Smirking, but worried underneath. “Rest a bit, alright? I got you.”

Rindou arrives, annoyed. “Seriously?” But when he sees your head nodding, eyes hazy, shirt half slipping off your shoulder, his breath catches. He mutters, "You're an idiot. Dumb, pretty idiot." He grabs your waist, pulls you to your feet, and wraps an arm around you. “Don’t scare me like that again.” You blink up at him. “You were scared?” He rolls his eyes, face red. “Shut up and walk.” But he never lets go of you all night.

[love-letters-and-lotus-blossom]

Romantic Thought: you fell in love with his voice first.

Your apartment is a meeting place, it seems, of four strangers. You've never seen them beyond a shadow or movement out of the corner of your eye, and they definitely don't live here, but you find yourself eavesdropping on thier strange conversations.

Mostly because one of them has a beautiful voice.

It's deep and warm, confidence dripping from every word. But there's compassion as well, as softness as he speaks to his companions. Brothers, actually. Overtime, you come to know their names and personalities, becoming a little fond of them. When you don't hear them for a time, you get worried, and when they come back, you can't help but feel excited a little, especially when you hear Leonardo's voice again, warm and deep, powerful and gentle all at the same time. You long to approach him one day but...looking in the mirror, you know that's not possible.

Your reflection gazes back at you sadly, white wings folded behind your back as you listen.

"Michelangelo, Raphael, you go west. Donatello, you go east with me. We drive them into a trap and take it from there."

You can't, can you?

A freak like yourself is far safer in her cage, listening to the outside world and especially to him, loving a little him with every word.

(Y/N is, of course, not actually a freak. She's simply an angel-like mutant that's been made to feel like one, and maybe Leo can change that?)

Does Donatello like his job? No, no he does not. Does he need this job? Absolutely. Does he like the money? Yes, yes he does. So he's working in Tech Support, taking calls and dealing with idiots and that's how you meet him, the guy with the sweetest voice you've ever heard.

He's cute, rambling and stuttering and laughing a little.

A call to figure out some issues with your boss's computer (the man is ancient and so is the machine) turned into a conversation about, well, anything. And then it becomes a habit, calling him for any little tech problem and talking about anything but that. Donnie doesn't talk much about his own life but he likes to hear about your own for some reason, as boring and normal as it is. But it's easy to get him talking about other things, anything. Books he's read, science and tech, sometimes he mentions his family or his friend April, and you love getting him to talk. You live the sound of his voice, his adorable laugh, the way he rambles when he gets excited!

"-and I can't wait for the next book, especially if...huh? Oh, Y/N, I gotta go!"

There was something passionate about the voice you keep hearing. Someone in this city needs to vent and does so in the abandoned church you live close to.

And you love the sound of his voice.

It's rough and deep, every word burning with passion. You love how he can go from raging to gentleness in a single moment as he rants to himself, clearly frustrated with something. Leo, mostly, whoever that it. Someone who drives him to the edge but he clearly still cares about. Sometimes he talks on the phone to someone, catching names here and there. Splinter, April, Casey.

"I know, I know, I need to calm the hell down, I just...it's hard to to that when you feel everything too much and too hard."

You want so badly to speak to him, to help him if you can or simply to be there for him, but he's always gone before you can catch him, wondering if you'll ever truly know him.

It took MONTHS of begging and convincing but Michelangelo is finally being allowed to make YouTube videos. He never shows his face (or any part of himself) but he's a small creator, mostly playing video games and showing his art. Mostly, he talks and that's what keeps you coming back.

He so cute!

His voice is bright and sweet, always telling jokes and dropping surprisingly sage advice while playing games. You watch every video and comment often, thinking that he probably has no idea who you are.

But he does.

Mikey, interested in your comments and curious, finally replies to a message and, from there, you start talking privately, getting to know one another. It's just a friendship and you're totally never going to meet him...until you're nearly mugged one night and thr guy who saves you has a surprisingly familiar voice.

"Hey, bro, that's no way to treat a lady!"

"M...Mikey?"