#fire type mikey

[mollyrosaria]

Mikeyverse Danganronpa AU Hotel Room Layout!!!! :D

Also I just had a thought: Moro and Merryweather both make and gift large crochet blankets to eachother (they’re like. Really fast at crocheting.). Moro ends up making one for McCoy as a thank you for everything he’s done for him. Lots of reds, oranges, blacks, and whites. Merryweather ends up making Vamps a blanket too because he will not. Stop. Pestering him about it. He still makes it with completely love and care though. Reds and blacks, with little decorative red Pom-poms dangling from the bottom of the blanket. Vamps adores it and is instantly even more in love with Merryweather, much to Merryweather’s “detriment”. (He doesn’t actually mind, he just has to brace himself for vamps to be even more clingy and demanding than normal.).

ANYWAYS!! Vague look at what the bed frames look like:

They’re something more akin to these:

Also!!! Some extra notes :)

Ignore the comment about the shower

[mollyrosaria]

AWWWWWWWWWWAWAWAWAWAWAWAWAWAAAWKWKWKWKWJROJDOWJDIWHQIWHSIND FUCKING LOOK THEM!!!!!!!! LOOOOOOOOOOKKKKKKK THE GAYS THE SILLIES THE LITTLE MEOW MEOWS FUCKING LOOK AT THEM THEYRE SO CUTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE AAAAAAANDKSJSODJDOKDJKDJDKSJDODJDKEMEDJ

IM IN LOVE WITH THEM I LOVE THEM SO MUCH LOOK AT THEM!!!!!!!! THEY LOVE EACHOTHER SO MUCH THEYRE SO IN LOVE AND SO SO SO SO SO SO GAY FOR EACHOTHER 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

MY BELOVED GAY BOYS

I NEED TO GO MAKE STUFF FOR THESE TWO NEOOOOOOOOWOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW 👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹

They absolUTELY start staying in each others rooms every night. OH SPEAKING OF WHICH I MADE A LAYTOUT FOR THE ROOMS IN THE HOTEL!!!!!!!! Wrote down some notes about them too, I think I’ll post it separately!!!!!!!!

Also maybe it’s because I was listening for it for the entirety of me writing both fics last night (I know he send done was at 10am but I hadn’t slept yet) but I heavily associate these two with the song Dark Beach, and I don’t think it’s for any particular reason other than I had it on loop for hours. Actually, no now that I think about it the lyrics fit pretty well with Moro for the most part

School doodles of the gay sillies!!!

[qoldenskies]

Do you have any crumbs of wwww!Donnie to share? I miss him

ah... one of the four wwww likers ... honestly its very rare anyone asks about them so i just dont talk about them much

anyways ... little update to how i feel wwww!donnie operates. i do think to an extent that the very unaffected(?) front that he has on is him masking, at least a little. draxum, while being a parent who tries, was/is very impatient and volatile, so it was donnie's way of "handling" it, especially because he was raised to think... professionally. draxum has never been secretive about how they were created to be weapons of war, and donnie took that very seriously. he was always the stickler growing up. draxum's as much of a boss as he is a parent, honestly i think he has a more traditionally "parental" relationship with those gay ass gargoyles. he has THREE dads

leo wasn't the same. when he was a lot younger, there used to be a lot of shouting matches between him and draxum, but eventually in the late preteens draxum improved and their relationship mellowed out. but it still has an effect on how donnie acts, mostly being a witness and being someone who's so sensitive. i also think the way he acts was partially influenced by leo's advice of "never let them know your next move"-- big mama as well, they look up to auntie. technically both of them are putting on poker faces, they just express it differently

he's still very donnie, and he doesn't actually make an effort to lock down his feelings at all. he's just not super expressive. i think he'll end up unmasking and being more comfortable expressing excitement when he lives with the other half of his family, but also i dont think going from -.- to O-O is much of an improvement personally. the starerrrrr

[kiwifruitnumberone]

Sanzu, Mikey and Baji headcanons (when they were kids)

- Now I just KNOW they were little shits as children and when put together you couldn’t trust them at all.

- They would all torment shin when they were together (poor shin😔)

- I think they all went to the same elementary school and were separated all the time. (They made a teacher cry more than once.)

- They all tried to make cookies and ended setting some of the kitchen on fire. (Grandpa sano beat their asses.)

- One time they were playing at a river Mikey held Bajis head under the water as a joke but did it for for too long. (Baji chocked and coughed up water.)

- They would play on fields right after it’s been raining and come inside very muddy and wet.

- Snuck into a bar and didn’t get caught for a few hours. (Everyone was worried sick while they were having the time of their lives.)

- Baji sneezed on Sanzu one time and he almost threw up because of the germs.

- Would role play with action figures and take it VERY seriously.

- They all had a sleepover at Bajis and kept his Mum up all night. (They weren’t allowed to stay again)

- They searched up porn on Mikeys family computer one time and when Grandpa Sano found out they blamed it on Shin. (Shin had no idea what was happening.)

- Used to swear like crazy, there was an f bomb in every sentence. (Baji dropped one in front of his mother and had to clean his mouth with soap.)

- They found a tampon once and put it up their noses thinking it was for that. (Bajis Mother bust out laughing and took a photo.)

- Mikey kicked Takeomi in the face one time by accident and Sanzu thanked him for it.

- Type of kids to get a really bad sugar high then just fall asleep almost immediately after.

- In grocery stores they would run around with a cart and crash into people occasionally.

- They had an entire photo album dedicated to them by their parents. (Trust all the photos were feral.)

That’s all this was fun asf to write😭

[stellaspectral]

Hi! So you know how rise donnie off handedly mentions he can read lips? What if his s/o mouths something sweat to him?

A/N: Ah yes. And how casually he slips it into the conversation, too. 👀

Enjoy! 😊

A Surprisingly Useful Skill (fluff)

💜 ROTTMNT Donatello/Gender Neutral Reader 💜

CWs: Fluff, kissing. All characters are aged-up.

Jupiter Jim’s Galactic Gladiators: Remastered and Re-Exploded Director’s Cut blares from the speakers—a bombastic mix of laser blasts, dramatic synth swells, and one-liners that, by now, you’ve all practically memorized.

No one, however, is truly watching.

Leo insisted on movie night, but it quickly devolved into everyone doing their own thing in the same vicinity. Sprawled on the beanbag chair closest to the screen, he scrolls through his phone. Raph, at one point, had been trying to follow the plot. But he’d dozed off halfway through. Mikey sits at the foot of the couch, preoccupied with drawing in a sketchbook.

Donnie is beside you, and he’s not watching either. Computer in his lap, he’s typing away, his brow furrowed in concentration. His foot restlessly twitches as he works on complex schematics only he understands. He’d tried, initially, to engage with the film, offering a running commentary on the scientific inaccuracies of Jupiter Jim’s photon torpedoes. But he seemed to have gotten bored with it.

You watch him for a moment, a familiar warmth spreading through your chest. The way his tongue sometimes peeks out from the corner of his mouth when he’s really concentrating, the frown lines that appear between his brows—it’s all endearing. Ridiculously so.

For a couple of beats, he looks away from the computer. His gaze is distant, fixed somewhere beyond the wall, and you can practically see the lines of code and intricate blueprints behind his eyes. Then suddenly, he sighs and closes his laptop before he stands and heads for his lab.

You watch him go, but don’t follow. Not yet. The movie drones on, Jupiter Jim now delivering a rousing speech about the importance of friendship. But the room feels emptier without Donnie. You give it another ten minutes, pretending to be invested in whether the space hero will escape the clutches of Klag Beastnar (spoiler: he always does.)

But the pull towards the lab is strong.

You slip off the couch unnoticed amidst a volley of laser fire, murmuring a soft “be right back” that gets lost in a loud explosion and head off to Donnie’s lab. The door hisses open at your approach, and you step inside, the quiet a welcome change.

He’s there, of course, already deeply engrossed in a project. His goggles are down, magnifying his eyes as he meticulously solders a delicate connection on a circuit board. He hasn’t noticed you yet. So you simply lean against a sturdy workbench, content to just watch him.

The way his brow furrows, the pout of his lips when a wire refuses to cooperate, the almost reverent care with which he handles his instruments. There’s a quiet grace to his movements when he’s in the zone, a focused intensity that’s a compelling contrast to his sometimes-spiky social persona. It’s the visible manifestation of his brilliant mind at work, and you find it endlessly captivating.

He finishes the connection, inspects it with a critical tilt of his head, then looks up at one of his many monitors, his eyes quickly scanning lines of code, cross-referencing something. His profile is sharp against the glow of the screen. It makes an idea spark in your mind.

You remember something he mentioned off-handedly weeks ago. It was a casual, almost throwaway comment he’d made about picking up lip-reading. It was just a blip in his usual info-dump, but it stuck with you. And when you asked about it, he remarked it was a “surprisingly useful skill” and waved it off as just another tool in his extensive arsenal.

You had filed the little tidbit away into your mental Donnie-pedia for future reference.

He’s so wrapped up in his coding, muttering something under his breath about optimizing algorithms. You want to reach him, right now, in his bubble of concentration, but without shattering it. Words feel too loud, too intrusive for the delicate balance of his focus.

So you wait. Observing the subtle shifts in his posture, the tensing of his shoulders as he hits a technical snag, the almost imperceptible sigh of satisfaction when he solves it.

Finally, he pauses and leans back in his chair, stretching his neck with a faint crack as he pushes up his goggles. Momentarily, his eyes leave the monitor for a brief second as they drift towards you, taking a micro-break.

This is your chance.

You don’t speak. Don’t whisper. You simply look right at him, a soft smile tugging at your mouth. Then, deliberately, you form the words, making sure your enunciation is clear even without sound:

“You’re amazing.”

Feeling bolder, your lips shaping each syllable with care, you add:

“I love you.”

The silent words hang in the space between you.

For a full second, maybe two, there’s no reaction. His expression doesn’t change, though his eyes remain on your face. You think, for a fleeting, slightly deflating moment, that he missed it, too lost in his own world. You almost turn to busy yourself with something, a little shy now.

Then, the change comes. His eyes, which had been unfocused, snap into sharp clarity, fixed intently first on your lips, then darting back up to meet your gaze directly. The furrow between his brows smooths out, replaced by a widening of his eyes that’s less surprise and more recognition. He swallows, a faint movement in his throat. The corner of his mouth quirks upwards.

“You know,” he says, his voice a low rumble, a teasing lilt coloring his tone, “I can read lips, right?”

A hot blush creeps up your neck. You offer a slightly sheepish, entirely happy grin. “Yeah,” you manage, your voice a little breathless. “Kinda was banking on it.”

A slow smile spreads across his face, a genuine, heart-melting curve of his lips that crinkles the corners of his eyes—the kind of smile that makes your heart flutter and makes you feel like the only person in the universe. He abandons his project, swiveling in his chair to face you fully. He taps a finger to his own lips thoughtfully. Then, with exaggerated care, mouths back:

“I love you, too.”

You push yourself off the workbench, drawn towards him as if by an invisible current. He doesn’t break eye contact as you approach, his gaze warm and full of an affection that mirrors your own. “So,” you begin, “all those times I was silently mocking stupid lines in movies, you knew?”

He chuckles lowly. “Every single syllable. And might I say, it was far more entertaining than the actual dialogue.” He pauses, his expression softening further. “Though not as compelling as your more recent pronouncements.”

He reaches out, his fingers lightly tracing the back of your hand where it rests on the arm of his chair. The touch, though light, sends a pleasant shiver up your arm. You instinctively turn your hand, lacing your fingers with his.

“For the record,” he says, his voice losing its teasing edge and becoming sincere, his thumb gently stroking your knuckles, “your enunciation was perfect.”

“And for the record,” you echo, leaning closer, your heart swelling with a dizzying happiness, “so was yours.”

He leans forward, too. “Good,” he murmurs, his gaze dropping to your lips for a moment before returning to your eyes. “Because I meant every silent syllable too.”

And then, he kisses you.

You sigh into it, your free hand coming up to cup his cheek. The world outside the lab ceases to exist. There’s only the steady beat of your hearts, the warmth of his lips.

And the overwhelming, joyous certainty that this—right here—is exactly where you’re meant to be.

[reallyromealone]

Can I request an smiley x reader omegaverse like omega reader is Mikey’s sibling. Like the first time that smiley sees him he instantly knows that’s his fated omega but he has to go through Mikey to try and court reader plz and thank you.

Title: lover

Fandom: Tokyo revengers

Characters: Sano family, Toman, smiley

Fic type: omegaverse

Pairings: smiley x reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, omegaverse, Omega male reader, protective Sano siblings, fluff, cute, soulmate

Notes:

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Mikey was always an overprotective brother, scaring off anyone who went near his siblings and (name) especially as the Omega was a cutie that grabbed everyone's attention much to his older brothers annoyances.

The Sano brothers always chased off suitors, keeping him away from gang shit but sometimes it was unavoidable.

"(Name), what are you doin' here?" Baji asked as (name) sat at the steps of the shrine doing his homework "Shinichiro doesn't need help at the shop and home was boring so Mikey dragged me here" (name) explained simply as mitsuya nodded "you never been to a meeting, have you?" He asked and (name) shook his head "nyope but Mikey would rather die than have be go out and about and Iza is busy with his own stuff so.... Here I am"

(Name) Met a few Toman higher ups, though (name) was usually helping shin or grandpa so this was one of his first times meeting a few people here.

(Name) Was curious as two motorcycles pulled up, a set of twins hopping off "so why the hell are we here?!" The pink haired one yelled out and (name) was entranced immediately, a small chirp leaving his lips and the smiling teen whipped his head around to see the Omega and a rumble left his throatbas the world halted for them, (name) feeling the need to get closer to the Alpha.

"Alpha..."

"NOPE ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT!"

(Name) Snapped from his trance as Mikey looked ready to murder at the lovestruck look his brother was giving Smiley, he didn't want any fucker near his brother and definitely not one of the biggest Fuckboys in the gang. "(Name)! I will bring you home I swear to god!" Mikey barked and (name) rolled his eyes "oh please! I'm not doing anything!" He fired back and the blond groaned annoyed "just stop making eyes at my captain and smiley stop looking at him like that or I'll kick your ass!"

That did nothing, Everytime smiley shot the other a flirty glance, (name) smiled all flustered and that just egged the Alpha on further.

"I swear to fucking god!" And (name) went back to his homework.

"He is NEVER going to a meeting again!" Mikey said angrily as they got home, Izana glancing up as Emma and shinichiro made dinner "what happened?" The teen girl asked, tilting her head slightly and (name) pouted "I didn't do anything! Mikey is being dramatic!" (Name) Huffed as he sat beside Izana "Iza! Make Mikey stop being a drama queen"

Shinichiro looked at Draken who was leaning on the door frame "ken, what happened?"

"(Name) Met his dated pair" he said simply and the room was silent as Izana moved to sniff his brother "you don't smell like (scent)" the white haired man accused and they looked at him expectantly and (name) pouted as grandpa made a grunt "when do we get to meet em?" The old alpha asked and (name) huffed "after I get to meet him!"

"So you are trying to kill me!" Mikey cried and (name) rolled his eyes.

It wasn't till the following week that (name) saw smiley again, the two halting as (name) went to get groceries for dinner "it's you!" (Name) Was over the moon as the older kawata looked at him with a flirty grin "watch out now, Mikey might kick my ass" he teased and (name) huffed "he wouldn't dare" oh Mikey would but (name) in turn would throw shit at him.

Smiley walked with (name) around the store as they chatted, falling so easily into a routine as the Alpha kept his fated pair close as the Alpha paid for the other "you don't have to!" (Name) Looked guilt as smiley shrugged "not gonna let my mate pay for shit"

The two walked to the Sano house as shinichiro was reading a magazine on the engawa casually "OI! one foot apart you shits!" The eldest barked out and (name) pouted, the other two brothers poking their heads out and Mikey glared as Izana stared coldly at the elder twin "(name)! Didn't I say no dating till I'm dead!" Mikey grumbled out and (name) rolled his eyes "I'm older than you!" (Name) Fired back as the two squabbled leaving the eldest siblings to judge smiley "this house is traditional when it comes to courting, if you want to be with him it's not gonna be easy"

Shinichiro wanted his younger brother to date a nice alpha not.... Not smiley.

Anyone but smiley--- I'm almost anyone because he's seen the people his brothers hang out with.

Maybe like mitsuya, yeah mitsuya would treat him well.

And thus started the courting process, all dates had a a chaperone of one of the siblings, the two never getting to be alone (unless you count the times smiley snuck into (name)s bedroom so they could makeout) and the brothers judged any gift that smiley got (name) "looks cheap" they said but (name) was giddy at anything his mate to be got him.

(Name) Got him little trinkets and a cute bracelet set that the Omega seemed very proud of and Smiley wore the matching bracelets with pride.

"Where ya taking him"

"What are you gonna do?"

"Hope you booked a reservation for three"

Smiley was ready to throttle his close friend and his family but knew they were just worried about their pack Omega dating though thank fuck grandpa Sano was chill with him and actually seemed happy that (name) found his soulmate.

"These goofs are all planning on moving out, (name) is the only one who is interested in running the dojo" grandpa Sano said randomly while Smiley waited for him to finish getting ready "you're a good kid, I know what my boys do so I know you can hold your own" he continued and smiley for once wasn't so well... Smiley but instead Nahoya.

"So what do you want to do, after school?"

"My brother and I want to run our own ramen shop, we have a name for it and everything"

The old alpha hummed, seeming pleased with his response "hardworking young man, (name) is a strong young man, doesn't like to be tied to his omega status despite his brothers attempts... Let him do what makes him happy" the elder man asked him and nahoya nodded "if he wants something, I'll do whatever I can to provide it"

"Good, now (name)! Hurry up! You're making this young man wait forever!"

"I'm coming I'm coming!"

Grandpa Sano watched how much love was between them, he hoped he could get to live to see them get married.

Maybe even to see a few pups.

[burekforsatoru]

on fire

sanzu haruchiyo x f! reader cleaning up after a bloodbath isn't that bad… unless you're partnered with sanzu. he despises putting in effort to help you out, despises your very presence… but he doesn't seem to hate the way you threaten him. in fact, that just might be his favorite thing. wc: 4.4k tags: blood, knife play, murder, burning corpses, dub con, hate sex, name calling, pet name, choking

being covered in blood was somewhat of a normal occurrence when working for mikey, especially when one was sent on missions with sanzu of all people.

it was always some shit with him, making stupid comments about my looks (“why do you always look like you haven’t slept in a week”), telling me i should just quit (“i don’t even need you on this, you’re here just to make it look like you have a purpose in bonten”), or straight up threatening me (“i could easily just toss you into the dumpster with the other bodies and nobody would even notice”), all the while playing with his gun, flipping it in his hands before sticking it back into the holster

today was no different. following an absolute bloodbath, it was mostly me who did any clean up, checking the pulse of every body on the ground, slitting throats and stabbing chests with my favourite knife that i was just cleaning with one of the corpses’ shirt before slotting it back into the holster at my thigh.

“pretty sure i could do it better than that if i was drugged out of my mind.” his condescending voice reached me, along with the sound of his lighter refusing to light the cigarette between his lips. “ and i’d look sexier at that.”

i walked towards the car, inwardly chanting my old reliable mantra, don’t kill him, it’s not worth the bollocking . with a quick motion, i pulled out my own lighter and lit his cigarette as he took a long drag, completely ignoring my hostile attitude towards him and his lack of help.

“i told you to stop flirting with me” i retorted with a slight sarcastic tone, knowing full well he would never actually flirt with someone like me. i nudged him off the trunk of the car and popped it open, taking out a canister of gasoline for later. “and move your bony ass, i’m not gonna do all this alone.”

reluctantly, and very obvious in his show of distaste for actually doing any work, sanzu pushed off the side of the car and sauntered over to the closest of the twenty bodies littering the parking lot. he kicked its hand and bent over just to grab the elbow, starting to drag it across the ground to the empty dumpster, not even taking his cigarette out. as soon as he flung the body into the dumpster with very little visible effort (which annoyed the shit out of me), he took a mocking bow, presenting himself as a helpful partner when really it would have been easier working with a brick. at least i could fling it at someone.

i huffed a little as i lifted the next few bodies into the dumpster, glaring at sanzu every now and then to see him once again leaning against the car, finishing that cigarette, and scroll on his phone. typical .

my arms felt like they were at least three inches longer (which is coincidentally as much length as i’d assume sanzu had in his pants), and they ached like hell. lifting up nineteen grown men as dead weight, even with my physical capabilities, was exhausting. i felt gummy as i walked back to the car and attempted to demonstratively lift the canister to walk back to the dumpster with it, but instead i caught sanzu’s eye and tripped, nearly spilling gasoline all over myself.

“are you sure i’m not your type?” he smirked very full of himself, “you seem to enjoy looking at me a lot.”

i gave the lifting another go, this time a little shamefully waddling with it and finally getting it to the lip of the giant dumpster that was now housing all of our victims from the mission.

“read the room, asshole. i’m looking at you because i’m trying to figure out in which pocket you keep the audacity.” with a scoff i tipped the canister inside with the bodies after getting them thoroughly covered in the smelly liquid. “are you planning on helping out at all tonight?” with one hand on my hip i glared at him again. god, he was going to cause so many frown lines on my face.

sanzu looked awfully self-satisfied as he dawdled over to where i was standing with my arms crossed, appearing annoyed and nonchalant, when in actuality i was trying to hide the fact that fucking hell my arms hurt like shit. his lighter finally came in useful, sparking for one reason only, and that’s to be thrown into the dumpster and set fire to the pile of corpses inside, quickly eating through anything it could. i imagined shoving him into the dumpster with the burning bodies, visualising it until my lips curled into a slight smirk.

“what’re you smirking about?”

“i’m picturing you burning in there.” i said with slight amusement in my tone, to which he just scoffed.

“you should feel lucky i’m even doing this mission with you” he yawned to show his disinterest, “i could’ve stayed at the club and been balls deep in some model right now.”

he didn’t find it amusing that i scoffed at his hopes for how his night could’ve gone.

“as if i’d want to be partnered with your dumbass, i’d much rather be working with haitani.”

his light pink eyebrow raised as he turned his head to me.

“which one?”

“does it matter?” i glared at him for a moment before turning back to observe the controlled fire in the dumpster. “but ran… probably ran.”

the scoff and the eye roll were so typically him, it was nearly funny how it felt like he was jealous .

he shut the trunk loudly and sat in the driver’s seat, almost sullenly staring ahead and placing another cigarette between his lips.

i dragged myself to the car and shut the door with a creak and a slam.

“what’s with that stupid expression?” i put a deadly amount of hostility into the question, but what i really wanted to do was slap the stupid sullen frown off his dumb face. he looked at me from the corner of his eye and i lifted my hips to give him what he was too proud to ask for - the lighter. i flicked it and lit his cigarette before putting it back into my jeans pocket

“ ran ?”

“oh for the love of…” i smacked the dashboard before pushing my seat back and stretching my legs by putting my feet up “are you seriously pissy because i said i’d rather work with him?”

sanzu just huffed. fine . i let him sulk as he started the car and drove us away from the literal dumpster fire, since we couldn’t drive away from one that is our relationship.

the streets were eerily empty, despite the rainy weather. you could usually see couples in cars parked all over the place, since the entire neighbourhood was full of empty lots, wide streets, and dark alleys. he parked and turned the key, but neither of us made the move to get out just yet, my arms and legs hurt like a bitch.

in a second, sanzu was out of his seat, hovering over the console with his hand gripping my jaw. a fair attempt, but my hand had grabbed the knife strapped to my left thigh and pressed the blade against his throat. i looked at him with an almost bored expression, asking silently, did you seriously think that would work?

“i swear to god i’ll kill him if he touches you” he snarled, getting so close to me i could bite his nose if i tried

pressing the knife a little harder, i felt his throat bob under the edge. he wasn’t letting go, wasn’t even making a move to pull back, almost like he didn’t even feel the sharp blade against his skin.

“how about, and really think about this now, you stop trying to tell me what i can and cannot do. you and i are nothing .” i bit the words out, jutting my chin forward and bringing our faces even closer, but that didn’t deter me. nor him.

it took a few seconds of intense staring before his snarl started turning into a smirk, then into a shit-eating grin.

“it’s kinda sexy when you threaten me like this” the tip of his tongue darted out to lick the scar on the right side of his mouth, as if checking if his signature scary feature was still there.

“there’s room in the trunk for a body, sanzu, do make sure it’s not yours.” i kept my threatening tone, but he looked too far gone for any sane thinking to occur.

“aww, but you’d miss me. who would you threaten if i was gone?” he cooed. instead of backing off, he tilted his head, not caring that my blade was digging deeper into his skin. “now how about you tell me you’re mine? forget haitani, that prick can’t cater to your depravity…”

“how about you drop dead ?”

he chuckled, vibrating my knife. his tongue darted out again.

“that wasn’t a no…”

“no.”

he blinked with those long, thick, pink lashes, almost seducing if i wasn’t so completely repulsed by his very existence. spiting me and my knife, he moved his hand from my jaw down to my neck, as if tilting my face for easier access. for some reason, for some inexplicable reason my body betrayed me, staying still when i should’ve slit his fucking throat and made him bleed out all over me. why did i let him get this cocky?!

“what would you have done if ran was here?” he lowered his voice, down to barely a whisper as he got a little closer, his scarred mouth nearly touching my jaw.

i gulped, feeling his hand tensing around my neck.

“what the–” my words were cut off as he tightened his grip on my neck and i pressed the blade harder against his neck.

“would you have fucked him in this car?” he continued, his words sounding almost… sensual. “would you have sucked him off while he drove you back?”

sanzu’s lips ghosted my jaw and i swallowed before pressing the knife at a different angle, making him chuckle softly.

“you might give me a new kink if you keep it up.”

“you’re insane. like, literally.”

“so i’ve been told.” he didn't sound defeated, but nonetheless he removed his hand from my throat and sat back in his seat.

i was royally pissed off, why on earth didn’t i push him away or just straight up kill him, why did i let him think he can rattle me?

we left the car parked as we silently made our way into the bar. everyone from bonten met up here after missions. with the exception of bartenders and a few patrons, everyone in the bar had ties with a gang. be it bonten or someone we had dealings with.

so it was no surprise, even a little bit of a relief, when we walked in and my eyes landed on ran haitani himself. surrounded by his brother and a few others from the gang, he was cradling a glass of something brown, slowly sipping on it when he noticed and beckoned me. i took it as a hail mary, immediately pasting on a smile and walking over to slide into the booth next to him.

he didn’t care that i was all bloodied. if anything, ran took my hand and kissed my knuckles, looking at me like the blood of twenty men was the sexiest thing i could’ve worn tonight.

meanwhile, sanzu sullenly made his way to the bar and sat there next to takeomi, but both stayed silent, drinking and occasionally exchanging a glance or two.

at ran’s booth, i drank and laughed with him and rindou, not willing to tell ran off for slipping his hand between my thighs. ran’s hand was welcome, warm, and his smile was easy. with a few whispered words into his ear, i leaned closer and he dipped his head down, kissing my neck, trailing his lips along the parts that sanzu had gripped tightly only minutes ago.

the pink haired grumpy man glared at us, i threw my head back and caught his eye for a second, then brought it back to focus on the way ran’s lips felt on my skin, the way he gripped my thigh and passed me his drink to sip on it while he slipped his hand into my panties and parted my needy folds with one long finger.

oh the moan that left my lips went into his ear immediately, spurring him on to circle my clit teasingly.

before i could really do something to piss him off, sanzu disappeared from the bar. i didn’t see or hear him leave, but the next time my head dipped back, his seat was vacant. takeomi didn’t seem too fazed, having the seat next to him suddenly empty.

i lifted my hips up, grinding myself against ran’s hand and seeing his smile grow as he leaned down to bite my earlobe. we whispered into each other’s ear while the rest of the group talked amongst each other, not giving a fuck about our activities.

i stopped ran for a moment, excusing myself to the washroom for a moment, biting his lower lip before leaving. as if he wasn’t hot enough, ran put the finger that had been rubbing my clit between his lips and sucked on it with a gentle hum, appreciating the taste.

a little lightheaded, i fixed my belt and the knife strapped around my thigh and went to the women’s restroom, thanking my lucky stars it was empty. once out of the stall, i washed my hands with cold water, using it to splash my face and the back of my neck, trying to snap my mind into focus and stop myself from being lightheaded.

“having fun with haitani?” a venomous voice followed the sound of the washroom door slamming against the tiled wall.

i didn’t even have to turn my head or lift it to know it was him .

“this is the women’s restroom, if you didn’t know.”

“answer the damn question, slut.”

i finally lifted my head to look at him through the mirror. it reflected his less than happy expression, the snarl he wore in the car earlier was stretching his scarred mouth all over again and his fingers flexed like he wanted to bring them back around my neck.

“you might want to reconsider your approach tonight, asshole.”

“or what? you’re gonna cut me up?”

“if i’m feeling merciful i’m gonna cut off your testicle.”

the snarl on his face almost seamlessly melted into a vicious grin, making me sigh as i was once again reminded of the extent of his degeneracy.

“and if you’re not? if you’re feeling rather vengeful? gonna take both?”

“then i’m gonna slice your dick off and feed it to you.”

he moved like lightning and in a moment he was pressing me into the edge of the sink, his hips pushing against my ass and his hand grabbing my hair. with a swift movement he tilted my head back, but i was just as fast. my trusted blade was once again in my hand… and under his chin. the position was a little awkward, but if he insisted on testing me, i would continue threatening him.

“that a threat or a promise?” his voice was lower and dangerous. but there had to be something seriously wrong with me since his dangerous tone sounded seductive.

he stunk of blood and alcohol, being so up close i could see his pupils were blown out, a sure sign he was high. not that there was a waking moment when he wasn’t.

“you’re a freak.” i spat the words at him, gripping my knife tighter, but as i did so, i felt his cock hardening against my ass. this freak was actually getting turned on by me nearly slitting his damn throat. and for some reason i liked it.

“only for you, princess.” ugh, of course he would use that corny pet name, making it that much more awkward for me to look up at him and not imagine him taking me right there on the sink.

one of his hands traced up my body, grabbing my breast for a moment before reaching the top button of my blouse and starting to unbutton it enough for his hand to slide into it.

the hand on my hair tugged a little, tilting my head to the side. his mouth immediately latched onto my neck and started to leave wet kisses, sucking a bruise into my skin occasionally.

i gulped and dared to close my eyes for a second, having every intention of opening them, but instead they stayed shut and i let out a sweet moan. that only encouraged him to continue, groping me more, grabbing my breast over the fabric of the bra and grinding his hips against my ass.

i never once lowered my knife or moved it at all.

“are you gonna cut me? or are you gonna keep letting me use you?” his words ghosted over my neck, making me shiver.

“thinking about it.” damn, my words did not sound as blunt as i wanted to say them.

i wanted to prove that i could still very much kill him where he stood, that it was just my mercy keeping him alive. mercy and the hate of confrontation with mikey. at that point it would’ve been a blatant lie, the throbbing in my abdomen was proof of it.

“gets me all hot and bothered thinking about you cutting me with that cute blade” his words dripped from those lips onto my neck, immediately scooped up by his tongue trailing up to my ear where he nipped at my earlobe, unfortunately making me groan. “keep making those sounds for me, princess.”

i kept my knife moving along with him, where he tilted his head, my hand followed.

“keep that knife on me, yeah?” sanzu bit into my neck, making me gasp, but immediately hiss, annoyed with how good his hands and teeth felt on me.

“you’re sick.” i strained out my words and opened my eyes, meeting the lewd scene in the mirror. fuck. ran must have wondered where i was already, but i wasn’t making a move to remove sanzu from my body.

“and you’re enjoying this just as much as i am” he chuckled against my skin and tilted my head back again, pulling at my hair sharply.

sanzu wasted no more time, he lowered his head and kissed me right on the mouth, parting my lips with his bitter tongue, letting me taste the drink he had had at the bar. and i responded. my lips moved against his. the hand that cupped my breast now made its way down, slipping under the waistband of my jeans and panties.

his smirk against my lips broke the kiss for a moment when he felt how wet i was and with ridiculous speed he unbuckled my belt and tugged my jeans and underwear down, leaving me exposed to the colder washroom air. now my hair was released from his grip and i could bring it back up.

not once did i release the grip on my knife, and at this point we both knew it was there to stay. neither of us had a problem with that. in fact, it seemed that the danger provided some sick amplification to the tension felt between us. we looked at each other through the smudged mirror, both still bloody from the mission, faces sporting a few stray specks of blood.

sanzu moved one hand to my jaw, and i didn’t stop him again. the other hand spread apart my legs just enough to fit his swiftly pulled out cock between my thighs, making him thrust forward ever so slightly at the warm and wet contact. i felt his fingers extend from my jaw to rest against my lips, prying them open and slotting themselves inside my warm mouth.

“bite down” he ordered. i immediately brought my teeth down, sliding my tongue around those digits at the same time. “harder” he instructed, and i obeyed. i bit down as he slid his tip inside me, making my eyes roll back and the grip on my knife get a little tighter.

“keep going” his breathy voice was in my ear, but his eyes were on mine through the mirror. it was strange, seeing myself gagged by sanzu’s long fingers and fucked against the sink, but it filled my belly with heat. he pushed deeper into me, making my hips buck forward, but there was no escape. he fit every inch of himself into my cunt, snaking one hand around to press against my clit and rub it in slow circles, in time with the thrusts of his hips.

i whined, the sound came out gargled around his fingers that somehow ended up even deeper in my mouth, like he was trying to reach my uvula. my eyes glazed over, threatening to close with every push of his cock against my sweet spot. but i kept them open, kept them trained on the depravity reflected in the mirror in front of us. the knife was still pressed under his chin.

once he lowered his gaze to my trembling hand holding the blade, he sighed and pulled out of me quickly. it took no time to spin me around and lift me up onto the sink, leaning over me as he pressed my back against the mirror. i switched the position of my hand and it found its way to his throat again, not letting him off the hook. the sight of the blade being so quickly pressed against him again made sanzu smirk and dart his tongue to touch one of the scars on the side of his mouth.

“good little slut, keep that knife on me until i’m done with you.”

“god, you’re such a bast–” he shut me up by thrusting into me again, so deep that my folds felt his skin as he started grinding his hips against me while fully sheathed inside.

this time he kept a faster pace, keeping my legs up while he slowly slid my jeans off my legs, tossing them to the side once he got them over my boots. my feet dangled over his shoulders as he rammed into me harder with each movement, only increasing the strength with which he stuffed himself into me repeatedly.

even if i wanted to bite out some snarky comment, a threat, a curse, i couldn’t. my hand holding the knife slipped as he thrust into me harder, but he was quick to react by gripping my wrist and keeping it still against his neck.

“don’t you dare.” sanzu warned in a ragged voice. his eyes could tear a hole in my skull with the intensity of his stare. i kept his gaze, unwavering as he fucked into me again and again, probing into my cunt and making me clench around him. his hand dropped mine once i regained enough control to keep the knife up, returning to hold my thighs, using them as leverage while he pushed forward, parting my folds with his length.

a bastard. a dick, an asshole, a piece of shit, a sicko who hated me. a freak who hated me so much he wanted to see me unravel around his cock, who wanted to see drool in the corner of my mouth as he made me see my maker. he was all that and he got his wish.

using his thumb, sanzu swiped the saliva from the corner of my lips and sucked it into his mouth, promptly making me clench even more around him.

“princess…” he almost cooed while ruining me “you get any tighter and i’ll lose my dick”

oh how i wanted to say he didn’t need it because nobody would touch him anyway. i wanted to be cold, but getting railed on the bathroom sink by him would tear down any high ground from which i would speak.

“that’s it, relax with me…” one of his hands traveled up my torso and started kneading my breast, his eyes were still on me, unravelling me just with that high gaze. “don’t make me get haitani in here to see you being a dumb slut for my cock.” he chuckled before an even harder rut into me “even if you did threaten to cut it off and feed it to me.”

i rolled my eyes, partly in pleasure, partly in annoyance. god, he felt so good lodged inside of me, dragging his cock in and out my velvety walls while i kept his throat under knife control.

he leaned in, dragging his mouth against my cheek, reaching even deeper inside me as my legs went up. i clenched, tightening around him and making his hips stutter slightly.

“fuck… princess, i’m filling you up i don’t even care” he bit my bottom lip and started going faster, rutting into me desperately now as moans and little whimpers spilt from my lips.

it took no more than five grunting thrusts for me to completely fall apart, eyes rolling back, hand with the knife slipping again, groaning and mewling as i tightened around him, keeping him inside as he emptied, filling me with his release and making my thighs shake. his throat vibrated my blade against him, groaning as he slumped over me, pressing his forehead into my shoulder.

we breathed together for a while. he softened inside of me and pulled out slowly, looking down as his cum trickled down my ass cheeks and onto the tiled floor. without another word, he zipped up his trousers and fixed his hair in the mirror, noticing a small cut just under his jaw. it made him smile, the bastard.

he barely spared me another look as he turned and left, swinging the door open and shouting “haitani!”

fucking asshole. leaving me alone to get off the sink and clean myself up. everything ached, the exhaustion from doing nearly all the work on the mission and being fucked into oblivion… it was almost too much. i looked at myself in the mirror and rubbed off some of the blood on my face.

damn it. i couldn’t go back to ran like this. having snuck out of the bar, deciding on walking back home, i let myself think about what the hell i’d done. fuck, i would kill mikey for putting me on this mission with sanzu.

[brightlotusmoon]

December 2024: A Google search on the characters suggested my own Tumblr posts to me.

TMNT 2003 headcanon: Mikey vs the Superhero World. TMNT 2016 Headcanon: Mikey vs his own mind.

I love so much that fellow fic writers have gone into detail about 2003 Michelangelo’s unspoken experience in the superhero world Ultimate Draco sent him to - I headcanon that he never told his family that he killed Sliver, and now at age twenty he still gets horrific nightmares and panic attacks. If one of the brothers catches him in a nightmare or panic he lies and babbles about monsters or everyone dying or something. He actually remains in a PTSD Depression and has become the greatest method actor at being the cheery silly annoying joyful loud Mikey he needs to be. This lasts for at least a month before he manages to break free. Splinter and Leo start to notice that the supply of special tea that contains nootropic anti-depressent calming herbs has been dwindling and gets slowly replaced. They don’t question it since everyone has bad dreams. They don’t realize it’s all going to just one person, the one they least suspect.

Nobody suspects Michelangelo to be perpetually sad, upset, anxious, most of all clinically depressed. Everyone knows he has combination ADHD and Autistic traits. But major depression? Cyclothymia? Dysthymia? Pfftt, nah, this is MIKEY. He’s an eternal sun, he’s a constant shining beam of light, any kind of light, he’s the embodiment of happy, he’s fun personified, he’s organically cheerful as a spiritual state of being, he’s the element of wind and laughter. If he were depressed, it would be a prank, right?

Nobody considers those sayings about happy people being sad inside, how laughter hides tears, smiles hide pain. The ones who laugh the loudest and smile the most are hiding the heaviest darkness and the deepest pain, they want to absorb the sadness and pain of everyone else, they would rather hurt for others than see others hurt. Mikey is the family goofball and class clown, he’s the one who cheers them up, lights their way, lifts their hearts, replenishes their spirits, boosts morale. He’s not supposed to succumb to that dark agony. Right? Right?

Poor Mikey.

I decided to put something in “The Brightest Fire” about Mikey having residual trauma whenever Master Splinter chastises him… for anything. That combined with Mikey’s new ESP and acquired disabilities from the battle in the first chapter, Mike is kind of a mess but he still hasn’t told anyone about the Sliver thing. Donnie is the one who draws it out during physical therapy, since Don already confessed about his own experience in that Alternate Future Of Death.

I might write a separate oneshot around Mikey breaking down. I might need help coming up with details.

Tagging @mysillylittlesoapbox, @silexwitch, @hummerhouse, @nannysknickerleg, @everyday-im-preaching, @saiyanqueenreads, @catchoow - you all are good at psychoanalyzing ninja turtles.

I’m also doing a long fic about the 2016 film Turtles set a few months after the film in which Mikey becomes severely depressed with ideations, I just need triggers for him. Detective Casey Jones and Field Reporter April O'Neil would obviously be the ones to help since the boys are just kids, sheltered isolated yearning teenagers who grew up too fast and still can’t and don’t know how to fix their hurt brains, not even child prodigy engineer Donatello who will fully desperately admit he needs help to help his breaking family. I actually adore the movies’ AU with a mild Casey being a cop becoming a detective, with Raph being soft and gentler, with Mikey having ADHD and Anxiety, with Don using found tech to keep learning, with prideful Leo being knocked off his pedestal by his brothers’ emotional issues. Plus Mikey has the sweetest faaace.

[bagels-and-cream-cheese333]

Tell me about Mona <3

SCREAMS.

This is her oooooooo hot lady ooooo are you listening EVERYBODY LISTEN UP IM FINALLY GONNA POST ABOUT MY LADY!!

just remembered that I LITERALLY have a lore paragraph abt her hold up I’ll copy n paste it

TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR BRIEF MENTIONS OF PHYSICAL ABUSE, FINANCIAL DEPENDENCE, N STALKING.

Mona’s biological dad died when she was really young (5 ish?) and her mom (whom she was super close to) started dating a reaaally toxic guy but Mona COULD NOT convince her mom that he was bad for her, when Mona was 12 her mom started to see it but had become financially dependent on him so it was kinda too late. Until one day when Mona and her stepfather got into a fight and he slapped her hard enough for her to go flying across the room. Her mom saw this and calmed and comforted her until Mona was calm enough to pack her stuff and prepare to leave. Mona and her mom left the following morning and found a cheap apartment to live. The stepfather stalked them for about a year before disappearing. If she could get revenge on anyone, she would get revenge on her stepfather. She hates him with all of her body, mind, and soul.

Yay cool stuff!! Now onto the little details stuff about her <3

She’s a lizard yokia <333

She omnisexual, pref for guys

SHE’S DATING RAPH (I have their entire relationship planned out in my head guys it’s not even funny how much I love them) tell me if you want a post just for them y’all…

she likes to call ppl nicknames based on what she thinks about them, for example raph is Pretty Boy (mmmmmmqjwwhejsmwm mmmmm) Mikey is Art Kid, Splinter is Fat Rat, Donnie is Inhaler (bc his head looks like one), and Draxum is Skinny Deer. Still pending on what to call April n Leo. She strictly calls them by their nicknames and almost never calls em by their real names and if she does, then something is 100% wrong.

Her and Raph’s relationship is lowkey kinda silly bc they both view themselves as incapable of loving without hurting the other person ^^ and they both think the other person is pure as hell and wouldn't date them if they “truly understood eachother” because they both think they deserve someone better <3

she is Masculine. She is Boyish. She is Butch. And not just as butch as Twitter can handle, as butch as physically possible and she makes Raph WEAK IN THE KNEES ABOUT IT.

she has a silly lil playlist <3

I’ll make cover art soon I prommy

She’s pretty damn strong since she works a construction job

I know we love to make Mona taller than Raph but I prefer short queen who can still make her bf do whatever she wants

PROTECTIVE OF HIM. SHE IS THE TYPE TO CALL SOMEONE UP AND THREATEN TO KILL THEIR FAMILY IF RAPH MENTIONS THEY INCONVENIENCED HIM ONCE <3

Has an extensive collection of guns

Doesn’t like people who seem fake or disingenuous or “too friendly”, she likes/has a soft spot for Raph and Mikey because they seem like genuine people who don’t try to hide anything, she can tell from how awkward Raph is that he ain’t hidin nothing

She meets him post-invasion

Her personality is very cold, shady, and steady. She doesn’t emote very strongly and has a damn good poker face. Bossy, straightforward, serious, stuff like that. But definitely don’t mistake that for her not caring, she cares to the ends of the earth about her loved ones, she just doesn’t emote very well a lot of the time.

IF I HAD TO DESCRIBE HER IN ONE WORD IT WOULD BE GIRLBOSS. IF I COULD ADD ANOTHER TWO ITD BE FEMALE RAGE. SHE IS THE DEFINITION OF FEMALE RAGE I TELL YOU

She takes a while to warm up to people typically.

she loves like fire: passionately, hotly, and with every inch of her being.

She still has a pretty close relationship with her mother.

Straight up Cannot See without her glasses

Voice claim is Garnet from Steven Universe <333

Her anger is WAY easier to ignite than her happiness

one of the first things she says to people is “my name is Mona Lisa, don’t ask why I was named after a famous painting, I don’t know either.”

SHES A GAMER SHE LOVES CALL OF DUTY AND FALLOUT AND LEAGUE OF LEGENDS AND- *gets shot*

she has road raaaggeee <3

Her and Donnie have an INSANE rivalry

often has an unimpressed air to her

She often tackles ppl to show affection :)

Sketches by my lovely friend @hiwi191 on instagram <3

she really likes bubble tea. It’s concerning.

She often brings out the most confident side of someone

@t1atam3ra knows sooooo much abt her since I’m pretyy sure she’s the first and only person I’ve talked about her to <3

ANYWAYSSSSSS THATS ALLLLLLLL <333 I’m gonna go do a personality test of her and tell y’all what she is :) BYEEEEE

@lady-inkmare since you wanted this :)

[mollyrosaria]

Hi

[bullet-prooflove]

A Fucking Saint: Mikey Berzatto x Reader

Tagging: @savemeaimeemann @mckinleysbones @kmc1989

Companion piece to:

Mess - Mikey tries to prove to you both he made the right decision by leaving.

The Diagnosis - Mikey recieves an explaination regarding his behaviour and addiction issues.

Save It (NSFW) - Mikey shows you how sorry he is for all the shit he's put you through over the years.

It’s four months after the break up that Mikey finds himself sitting on the sidewalk across from your house. He has a black eye from the fight he got into a couple of days ago and a bottle of beer in his hand as he stares at the warm glow that emanates from behind the closed blinds, blocking him out. He could just walk right up to the door, rap his knuckles on it and you’d let him in, he knows you would but that’s the problem.

It's too easy to fall into that pattern, it’s too easy to hurt you again.

He's tried to keep his distance since last month but he finds himself coming back the same way he always does, like some fucked up feral cat. He’s tried to forget you, he’s gotten high, gotten drunk, gotten fucked but nothing seems to help because his heart wants what it wants and that’s you.

He doesn’t realise Richie’s found him, not until the other man drops down on the sidewalk beside him, their shoulders bumping. He’d cut out of their drinking session early because he couldn’t get the thought of you out of his head. He’s been talking about you a lot lately, how good you, how pure you are. You were a fucking saint to put up with him as long as you did, you’re still fucking are.

“It’s bookclub night.” He finds himself saying as he takes a sip from his beer. “They go around to each other’s houses, discuss the book for about fifteen minutes before the wine kicks in and things get a little wild.”

His version of wild is setting fire to his neighbour’s car because he let his dog shit on the lawn. Yours is dancing on a table in the bar the two of you used to drink in. It’s just another reason the two of you don’t work, Mikey, he escalates things, you’re the opposite. You’re always a soothing presence, a calming balm to his ignition point.

“You can’t keep doing this.” Richie says, his elbows coming to rest on his knees as he stares at the house. “It’s not fair to you or to her…”

“I know.” Mikey says gruffly as he takes another slug from his beer. “I just can’t seem to help myself. It’s like I do all this crazy shit and then I get this moment, this moment of perfect clarity and all I want is to be with her again, to curl up in her arms and it tears me up inside because I can’t do that anymore, I can’t do that to her again…”

He’s crying now and he doesn’t know where these tears are coming from because Mikey, he doesn’t do this, he doesn’t express this type of emotion. He roars and he rages and he throws shit about, he doesn’t break no matter how close he feels to the edge. He never breaks.

Richie’s arm comes to rest around his shoulders, squeezing tightly and Mikey wipes at his eyes with the back of his hand, the shame starting to filter through his system.

“I’m a fucking mess.” He says to his friend. “I’m no good for anyone.”

“That’s not true.” Richie tells him but Mikey’s not listening, he’s taking out another pill from the bottle that’s almost a permanent fixture on his coat pocket. He places it on his tongue and chases it with a sip of beer.

Richie sighs because for a moment he thought there may be a possibility of getting through to Mikey but that windows gone and now he needs to get his friend out of here before he does something he regrets.

“Come on Mikey.” He says helping the other man to his feet.

The oxy is already starting to kick in, Mikey’s eyes are glazing over, his movements sluggish. He manages to get him squared away in the car, the seat belt in place before the door to your house opens and you step out onto the porch, a hardback book tucked under your arm as you lock the door behind you.

“She’s fucking beautiful isn’t she?” Mikey says his forehead coming to rest upon the glass as he watches you with half lidded eyes. “Best thing that ever happened to me and I fucked it up.”

Richie doesn’t say anything because Mikey’s right, he did fuck it up and he’s going to keep fucking it up.

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[mollyrosaria]

THE BOOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYYYYY THE BELOVED!!!!!!!!

You know what? Moro has a baking hobby now 🙏 Likes to give out his baked goods as a form of affection, primarily cookies.

McCoy also likes to bake, but he’s not quite as good at it as Moro. He still tries his best though, and will immediately get started on a batch of cookies when Moro’s having a bad time.

Moro will just be sitting on their bed, curled up agains the bedframe covered in all the blankets he can physically have on him, and the door just creaks open, McCoy opening it with his shoulder with a baking tray full of his favorite cookies, white chocolate macadamia nut, fresh from the oven.

Like to think McCoy just sits on the bed with him, placing the tray infront of them both and cuddling up to him, them both eating the cookies in silence.

Gingerbread Moro

[httpvomitello]

hey so how do you think raphael would deal with a s/o who normally just broods and sulks when they are upset about something. But he sees them actually express anger for once and when they’re alone, he’s just like “you’re attractive when you’re angry” and s/o anger dies and they’re left with confusion, “huh?”?

Well... I think at first he would want to punch the person responsible for making they sad 🥹

Anyways, i hope you like it! ♡♡♡♡

Angry Attraction *⁠.⁠✧

Raphael knew when something was off. He might not have been as tuned in to emotions as Leo or Mikey, but he could sense when someone was upset. And right now, they were upset.

Normally, his partner wasn't the type to blow up. They brooded, sulked, shut down, classic signs of someone who stewed on things for too long. Raphael had gotten used to it, offering grunts of support or the occasional “You okay?” that usually led to a half-hearted shrug from them. They were just like that, and honestly, he got it. Raph wasn’t exactly known for opening up either.

But today was different.

They’d been quiet all day, more than usual. Raph thought it was just one of their moods until something set them off. One of the brothers said something, it didn’t even seem that bad to him, but suddenly, they snapped. Words flew out of their mouth in a sharp, heated rant, their usual calm demeanor nowhere to be found. Their face was flushed, eyes blazing with anger, and Raphael just stood there, dumbfounded. He’d never seen them like this.

Once they were done, there was an awkward silence in the lair. Leo cleared his throat, Donnie muttered something about needing to work on a project, and Mikey awkwardly suggested pizza, but Raph didn’t move. He kept his eyes on them, watching the way their chest rose and fell with each deep breath, their fists clenched and trembling.

“Raph,” they muttered, rubbing their forehead, clearly embarrassed by their own outburst. “I... I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Nah,” Raph cut them off, his voice low but casual. He wasn’t angry, far from it. In fact, as he looked at them, still fired up, something about their anger caught his attention in a way he didn’t expect. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he crossed his arms. “You’re hot when you’re angry, y’know that?”

They blinked, the remaining tension draining from their body in an instant. “Huh?”

Raphael chuckled, stepping closer. “What? It’s true.” He shrugged, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You got this fire in you. Didn’t know you had it in ya. It’s... I dunno, kinda hot.”

They stood there, frozen, their anger now fully replaced by confusion. “Wait... what?”

Raph just smirked again, leaning against the wall next to them. “You heard me.” He glanced at them out of the corner of his eye. “Look, don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind you brooding and all, but... that? That was kinda cool to see.”

Their face softened, the earlier frustration long forgotten as they processed what he was saying. “You’re not... mad? I thought I overreacted.”

Raph shook his head. “Nah. You needed to get it out, right? It’s better than holdin’ it all in.” His voice took on a rare note of seriousness. “Trust me, I know.”

They stood quietly for a moment, absorbing his words. Finally, they sighed, the weight of their earlier anger lifting. “I guess I just... didn’t expect you to say that,” they admitted, their tone softer now.

Raphael smirked again, this time a little gentler. “Hey, I like seein’ new sides of you. Keeps things... interesting.”

They couldn’t help but smile at that, their confusion melting away into something warmer. Raphael, for all his roughness, had a way of cutting through their walls when they least expected it. He might not always say the right thing, but somehow, he always managed to make them feel better.

“Thanks, Raph,” they said quietly, leaning into him.

He just grunted in response, but the way he slung an arm over their shoulders spoke louder than words.

[taffybear]

IM BACK AGAIN i always vanish for like 5 months but i always come back!!!

i have some headcanons to offer... they have been sitting in my sketchpad for like 2 years so its time they see the light...

also if you have any prompts/requests for writing or a lil drawing drop an ask PLEASE

Leonardo

extremely high pain tolerance. could have a huge bleeding open wound and not even notice until he sees blood.

has eyebags

memorizes poems and songs just for fun

loses at all video games but plays anyway

not very tolerent of his brothers

the most mannered out of his brothers

knowledge of memes doesn't go past the days of vine

we all have that one song we love and adore that doesn't match our music taste at all, and leo's is hollaback girl

lord knows how it started but its an inside joke/tradition that everyone gets leo chapstick for christmas and his birthday

listens to true crime

severe ocd like he can't even bare to watch his brothers cook or clean

Raphael

dry scoops like its nothing

kins rainbowdash like actually she was his role model as a kid

a talented mechanic! helps donnie out on the truck, and also works on his rescued hunk of junk motorcycle regularly. where did the bike come from? questionable

unironically vibes to sexxy red and glorilla

HUGE CAR AND BIKE NERD

literally cried getting his tatt done

the type of guy who becomes a whole ass baby when he's sick. he can't do a single thing, tied to his bed, he makes mikey bring him whatever he needs

ofc ofc the brooklyn accent, but also fluently speaks ganglish and lowkey has that blaccent like ariana in that one era....

curses every other word but holds his tongue around splinter because you best know he raised his boys better than that

Donatello

reads fanfiction.

huge gap in his teeth ofc

listens to harry potter ambience to sleep

legally blind

clumsy like REALLY clumsy

is actually the funniest. his humor adapts to whoever he's with, and he actually knows how to make people laugh. he's extremely observant.

insomniac, does it even need to be said?

least boobs im sorry guys

wears those grippy bottom socks around the house he loves them

dedicated minecraft player, has a huge world with mikey and raph that they've had and built on since they were 12

Michelangelo

always covered in bandaids, often just because he likes how they look

LOVES bluey i mean they all do really but mikey watches it religiously

has dimples

really stocky fella

biggest smile ever hes so cute

found a wig and wore it for a week when he was 10

went through a just dance phase and played it like everyday for almost a year and now he's actually a fire dancer

god forbid this boy gets his hands on some stickers because HE WILL put them on everything and anything especially to inconvenience his brothers

goes all out on april fools and teams up with raph to cause max chaos

[cowabungacarl420]

rottmnt boys + jobs i think they'd have

raph

doggy daycare!! let him hang out with cute dogs all day

also because of his size he'd be very good at handling larger dogs that might overwhelm other staff

no problem for raph tho!! all his coworkers love him

other options: employee at teddy bear town, firefighter, pro wrestler (imagine the grudge matches he doesn't realize are grudge matches he could have against ghostbear!)

mikey

okay i know the obvious answer is chef but i can only imagine he'd regularly get fired as a line cook because he'd try and alter recipes to taste better before he could advance to that level

unless he opens his own restaurant, i don't think he'd be a chef

i do think he'd be a motivational speaker

travelling the country with his silly little power points, making business types do trust falls

critiquing the buffet very harshly while he's there

other options: art therapist

leo

serious question: does leo even want a job? he only has half a star on raph's mission participation chart, and i say this affectionately but he seems the laziest

stage magician? at least we know he likes it. but maybe knowing all of the tricks of the trade would kill some of the fun for him

i could see him being a pretty sick bartender for an upscale cocktail bar. making absolutely wretched concoctions, chatting to lots of new people

he flips that cocktail shaker like a goddamn pro, doing mad tricks and making other bartenders nervous with how often he's throwing it around

other options: stand-up comedian (like his va!), i could also def see him being involved in a multi-level marketing scam at some point ngl

donnie

i mean this is the most obvious, right

he's already filed the copyright at age 15, this boy is going to have millions by age 20, if he doesn't already

i know damn well he's doing it profoundly unethically until mikey and raph have serious talks with him

steve jobs eat ur heart out

other options: twitch gamer who punches holes in the wall when he loses

[narcjsistx]

hi, hi!! if you don't mind, could you please write some headcanons about how Baji will behave in love (when he is somewhere around 12-13 years old), and also about how his friends will tease him/help him. In one of Wakuya's posts it was indicated that he is not interested in a relationship, but nothing can protect him from falling in love. (female reader please and you can make her anyone you want, someone's sister, friend, classmate, etc.)

— Baji Keisuke in love with you HCS ᡣ𐭩

It took a while for him to realize that maybe you weren't just a friend. For a long time the members of Toman made fun of him for this, but only when he talked about it with Chifuyu did he understand that perhaps it wasn't just a simple crush. Will he ever admit it openly? Absolutely not, but since he's done it, it's a big step

He decided some time later that he wasn't going to tell you anything. He already had other things to think about, like the recent failing at school and the duty to expand Toman which had recently been created

Unfortunately for you, he will just treat you like you are his girlfriend without actually being one. Let's say a slightly particular situation in which he would do anything for you but doesn't want to take on the responsibilities of a serious relationship

His only problem is one: he knows how to lie well to others but not to you. More than a few times you put him on the spot by asking him if he wanted something more than just friendship, and his only response was a handful of insults while he blushed like never before. He once came really close to coming out, but realized that if he did, it would probably ruin your relationship

I see him as someone who would fall for the badass type of girl. He'd like someone who can stand up to him in arguments, someone who isn't afraid to set fire to a car with him and maybe even with Kazutora. Probably, making a list of the types of girls he would be with, the list would be like this... 1) badass girl, 2) feminine girl, 3) slightly weird girl

Going back to the previous point, his idea of ​​a perfect date is setting fire to a car together, holding hands and eating fast food junk. In reality you did something very similar to this, but when at the end of the evening you asked him if it had been a date or not, he justified himself by saying "cars don't burn themselves... and you seemed free"

Toman would like you together as an official couple, and the most adamant with this idea seem to be Mikey and Pah. At the end of the meeting Mikey can force Baji to stay even hours just to make fun of him by calling him a coward for not having the balls to declare himself. Pah is unexpectedly so interested in the situation only because he believes that Baji can take "sexual advantage" from it, I'll leave you to imagine what he means...

The type of guy who, despite not being in a relationship, would consider himself off limits. If he is in love with you, only you exist, even if you are not a couple. If a girl declared herself (and let's face it when he doesn't wear glasses he has a nice line of girls chasing him) and he was still in love with you he wouldn't have any problems rejecting her, even in a slightly harsher way if the situation requires it