#mikey swallows a bomb

[caspersscareschool]

they should reboot rise of the tmnt like everyone's been asking for but just start exclusively using recycled episode plots from the penguins of Madagascar. see if anyone notices

[mydemimonde]

'Cherry Bomb' | Michael Gavey x Reader (Part 2)

a/n: part 2 of cherry bomb is here! i want to thank you again for the likes, comments and reblogs on the first part, it really means a lot and i'm glad you liked it ♡ there will be a third part, lmk if you'd like to be tagged. enjoy!

Summary: After thanking Michael for what he did for you, you can't stop thinking about how much you desire him, how much you want him. And you always get what you want.

Words: 4000ish

Warnings: +18 (minors do not interact!), female reader, no use of y/n, not specific physical description, reader being an absolute menace!, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, handjob, lots of dirty talk, masturbation (f and m), teasing/sex in public, cum eating

And touch yourself indeed you do.

As soon as you return to your dorm you immediately lie back on your bed, hike up your skirt and pull your lace panties aside. You hiss when your fingertips graze your wet folds, sucking Michael Gavey’s dick having this effect on you.

Seeing Michael Gavey squirm under your touch and hearing him whimper and moan has this effect on you.

You rub your swollen clit with your index and middle finger, feeling your entire body on fire. You lazily lower your hand until you feel your cunt practically sucking your fingers in, your arousal making it easier for you to start pumping them in and out of you as whines and soft moans escape your lips.

Your chest heaves with your breathing, you close your eyes as you remember the feeling of Michael’s lips moving against yours, his tongue exploring your mouth frantically, his gaze on you as you lowered your body to kneel in front of him, how beautiful he sounded when your mouth wrapped around his cock, how heavy it felt in your mouth. You can’t wait until having him like that again.

You play with your tits with your other hand, feeling your nipples harden when you pinch them. You never stop thinking about Michael and his large, veiny hands. You picture him caressing your body, squeezing your breasts and maybe even choking you. His long, slender fingers inside your cunt, reaching that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

The room is filled with the wet, lewd sounds of your cunt and your curses and breathy moans. Your walls clench around your fingers, your orgasm approaching as you pump them faster, curling them to reach the most sensitive spot inside you. The heel of your palm presses against your swollen clit repeatedly, making you gasp. You reach your peak with a muffled moan, careful not to be heard.

With your eyes closed you try to catch your breath, wave after wave of pleasure running through your body. You slide your fingers out of your pussy and lick them, tasting your own arousal.

You don’t know what Michael did to you, but you want him. And you always get what you want.

The next day you don’t see Michael until lunch time. He’s sitting alone, like he always does. You sit on the chair in front of him, hoping to be noticed but he doesn’t even lift his head, too focused on finishing his salad.

You clear your throat and with a honeyed voice you say his name. “Hi there, Michael.”

You see how his eyes widen for a moment before swallowing his food hard. “H-hi.” He grabs a napkin and wipes his mouth. “I didn’t see you there, sorry.”

“It’s okay baby” the pet name you give him makes him feel goosebumps. You have your legs crossed under the table, your foot drawing circles in the air. “Are you busy today?”

“Uhm yeah I… I have to study. Have a maths quiz tomorrow” he replies as he finishes his salad and wipes his mouth again.

“Oh, but you don’t need to study, Mikey” you lean in and place one hand on top of his. His hands are significantly bigger than yours, and that awakens something inside you. “You’re so smart.” You uncross your legs and with the help of your left foot, you take your right shoe off.

Michael’s eyes widen when he feels your bare foot creeping up his leg, making its way up. “You should relax a little bit, Mikey. Loosen up, have fun.” You tilt your head as you keep moving your foot, thankful for the long tablecloth. “I have a few ideas, you know?”

He gasps when your foot presses against his crotch. “Fuck” he curses under his breath, fists clenching  as he tries to compose himself. He gives you a deadly look, jaw clenched and brows furrowed. This only adds to your desire for him.

You decide to have some mercy for the poor guy, so you lower your foot and start eating your meal as if nothing happened. Michael lets out a barely audible sigh, shifting in his seat as he tries to hide his obvious erection under the tablecloth. This can’t be fucking happening.

You try to hide a smile, eating your delicious pasta with bechamel sauce while wicked ideas cross your mind.

You eat the last forkful of pasta, letting some sauce drip down the corner of your mouth. “Mmm, delicious” your soft moan catches Michael’s attention, sucking in his breath as you wipe your mouth, looking at him.

He shakes his head and stands up quickly, abandoning the hall. You chuckle and take a sip of water, already planning your next encounter with him.

Michael slams the door of his dorm and quickly gets rid of his pants, cursing when he sees the wet patch near the tip. He rests his head against the door, closing his eyes as he pumps his cock through his boxers.

“F-fuck…” he’s so painfully hard, he can explode at any moment if he doesn’t take care of it soon. His mind travels to the day before, when you were kneeling between his legs with his cock in your mouth. That night, a few hours after you left, he jerked off to the thought of you, again.

He’s done that a couple of times, he has to admit. Ever since the day he saw you for the first time, how sweetly you talked to him and how nice his name sounded from your lips. He should be ashamed of behaving like a horny teenager, but fuck it. The way you looked at him, how you talked to him, straight out of his dreams.

You’re fucking dangerous to him; he knows it, and you know it too.

He takes off his boxers, spits in his hand and immediately wraps it around his cock, whining at the contact. He wishes it’s your mouth though, warm, wet and welcoming. He wonders if that’s how your cunt would feel too, maybe tighter.

His hand works up and down, wet sounds filling the room as he remembers how wet you were from just sucking his cock, how you touched yourself while your mouth was on him. He’s not going to last long, not when he’s thinking about your moans and whimpers.

He speeds up the movement of his hand, chest heaving and gritted teeth, closer and closer to his orgasm.

He even wonders if you touched yourself like you said you would, picturing you pleasuring yourself while thinking of him is what makes him explode. He hisses out your name as he comes, hot ropes of spend coating his lower stomach, cock twitching in his palm.

Michael takes a few moments to catch his breath, looking at the mess he made. When he finally softens, he goes to the toilet and cleans himself, grabbing a new pair of clean boxers to put on. After all, he has one more lecture to end the day. Hopefully, that would keep him busy.

He can’t let anything distract him from his studies, especially not you.

With your books in hand, you enter the library. It’s almost noon, so it’s not too crowded, most of the students in their rooms, most likely.

You’re there to look for Michael, of course, also to study but mostly for Michael. The way he looked at you earlier, that menacing look on his face did nothing but turn you on. You want to unleash the beast that he probably is, you’re not stopping until Michael Gavey is in your bed.

You spot him reading and making some notes on an empty desk at the end of the library, so you take a seat on the other side of the desk.

He notices you immediately, the smell of your perfume invading his nostrils. You see him swallow hard, nodding at you when you say hi.

You open your books and start reading, actually focusing on the written words despite having Michael near you. Plus, you teased him enough earlier, poor chap had to run to his dorm to jerk off, because of course he did.

After teasing him during lunch you felt somewhat… terrible. A tiny voice in your head is constantly bothering you, telling you that what you are doing is wrong. Michael’s not like the guys you typically date or have sex with, and not only because he’s a virgin.

Everyone says Michael Gavey is an insufferable, full of himself and creepy guy, and even though you don’t know him 100%, you wouldn’t say that it's true. He can be complicated at times, but that doesn’t make him a totally awful person. He’s rather sweet when he wants to, adorable too.

You don’t want him to feel used, even though you’re not doing that. You’re just acting on your desires, and you know he craves you as well. He’s just playing hard to get. And that’s what makes him different from the rest, that’s why you want him.

Almost two hours pass by, and the library is empty except for the two of you. You look around, just in case, and close your book with a loud noise. He doesn’t even flinch, too absorbed in his reading as you make your way towards him.

“Hello Mike” he looks up from his book and takes in your appearance. He audibly gasps at the sight of you in your black skirt and black knee high socks, lips curved into a smile. He leans back in his chair when you hop on the desk in front of him, looking up at you like a deer in headlights. “How did the study session go?” You ask as you rest the palm of your hands on the surface of the table, supporting your weight as you lean back and tilt your head.

Michael presses his lips and blinks. “It went well. I’m more than ready for the quiz.”

“I knew it. I told you before, Michael, you’re really smart. I like smart guys” you lean forward again, speaking in a low and feathery voice.

You hear him gulp. “Oh, uhm, I actually have to go, so” he tries to stand up but you press your foot against his chest, forcing him to sit down. He looks at you with a dumbfounded expression.

You frown. “What are you constantly running away from me, Mike? You don’t want my company?” you stretch your leg, pushing him as he shakes his head.

“N-no, it’s just…” he licks his lips, trying to find the correct words. “You’re dangerous to me. You tempt me so much” he admits with a sigh. You smile.

“Well, baby, sometimes we just have to surrender to our desires… as I’m doing with you. I told you, Michael. You have no idea how much I want you…” your eyes never leave his face, watching as his pupils darken with lust. His eyes follow the movement of your hands, caressing your thighs as you open your legs.

“Yesterday, after you tutored me, I returned to my dorm and I touched myself, Mikey…” his eyes widen and he yelps. “I told you I would finger myself until I came, and that’s what I did, baby… I pleasured myself thinking about you… I was so wet and tight” you bite your lip as your hand creeps up your inner thigh, Michael’s breath catching in his lungs. “I’m wet right now, Michael. Would you like to see how wet you make me? Would you like to feel how tight I am?”

Michael can only nod eagerly, mouth watering at the thought of touching your pussy, his already hard cock straining against his cargo pants. When you get his confirmation, you open your legs even more, but he stops you. “Wait. We cannot… I mean, we’re in the library” he whispers, looking at you like you were a mad woman.

You giggle. “Relax, baby. We are the only ones here. No one ever comes here at this hour, right? And we’re at the very end of the library… if someone enters, we’ll hear footsteps and we’ll know.” You reassure him with a warm smile, and he can’t reject you.

“O- okay… but I… I don’t know how to…”

“Shh, I told you I would teach you, remember? And I’m sure you’ll learn really fast. Now come closer, get on your knees.” Michael quickly obeys your orders, and gets on his knees before you, face right in front of your clothed pussy. “Good boy.” You hike up your skirt, giving him a sight of your cotton pink thong.

“Shit…” he mutters when he sees the wet spot, your arousal evident.

“I know… and it’s because of you.” He lets out a soft whine, afraid that your words alone could make him cum in his pants. “Now, take off my underwear.” His hands shake when he does so, clearly nervous and excited to touch you properly. He examines your dripping pussy with his jaw dropped. You move your legs up, feet pressed against the surface of the desk, completely exposed to him.

“Fuck, you’re dripping… what should I do?” he asks with genuine intrigue, eager to learn.

"Give me your hand" you lean in to grab his hand and guide it towards your cunt, his fingers tracing your clit. “Touch me there. It’s my clit”

He marvels at how you gasp when he touches you, his fingers drawing gentle circles over your bud. “Is this okay?” When you nod he continues touching you with his index finger, paying attention to your reaction.

“You start slowly, then you can add a bit more pressure and go faster… fuck, right there…” you breath, small whimpers leaving your lips. He continues touching you adding more pressure when your whimpers turn into moans. “Oh, shit, yes Michael” you throw your head back, his touches setting your whole body on fire. “Please, put your fingers in me” you plead and he nods again, following your instructions.

“Holy fuck you’re so wet and tight” he moans when he pushes two of them inside your slickness, watching how they disappear in your cunt, coated in your arousal.

“Hmm, your fingers are so good Michael. Move them please, curl them a little b- fffuck, just like that” you gasp when you feel his long, slender fingers find your sensitive spot with ease. “Touch my clit with your thumb… yes, yes, like that” Michael’s a quick study, you realised. He’s driving you closer and closer to your orgasm. “Fuck, you’re so good at this, you’re gonna make me cum.”

Michael smirks proudly, looking at your face contorted in pleasure. He can feel how you get tighter around his fingers, his cock twitching at the feeling.

“I wanna taste you… please, let me taste you” he begs. “Want you to cum in my mouth.”

If that isn't the hottest thing you’ve heard him say. You bite your lip and nod. “How can I say no to that?” You let your legs hang off the desk and proceed to instruct him on what to do next. “You can kiss me there, then you can lick all the way up to my clit, and then- oh!” you throw your head back as Michael’s tongue flattens against your entrance, licking you gently as his hands hold your thighs apart. You watch with mouth open as he devours your cunt, his nose rubbing at your bud repeatedly as he tongue-fucks you. His gaze is focused on you, you bring a hand to his head, pulling him closer as you chase your orgasm. “Yes, yes, Michael don’t stop!”

A moan from his lips sends vibrations to your cunt and you come with a loud cry of his name, the obscene slurping sounds he makes adding to the sensation.

Michael doesn’t let a drop go to waste, licking all your juices eagerly. He moans at your taste. “Fuck, that was so fucking hot, you taste so good.”

You look at him though hooded eyes, his chin shining with your arousal and his glasses all fogged up. He stands up from the floor, and wipes his mouth and chin with his hand. “Gods, Michael… that was amazing…”

“Really?”

“Yes, you learned very quickly” you chuckle and jump off the table, leaning in to kiss him. You can taste yourself in his mouth. You pull back to caress his cheek and he leans into your touch, your heart melting. What’s happening to you?

He hands you your underwear, which you put on quickly. He stays there, rubbing his hands together.

“Uhm… can we do this again? I-I really liked this…”

You grin. “We can definitely do this again… but not here. You can come to my place” you ask as you fix your skirt and stockings.

Again, his eyes widen. “Now?”

“Not necessarily, baby. Let’s take it slow, yeah? But if you want, I can help you with this…” you point at the evident bulge in his pants. He immediately blushes and chuckles, shaking his head.

“Oh, uhm… sorry about that.” He apologises as he tries to cover it, but you stop him by grabbing his wrist.

“Don’t feel ashamed, Mikey. It’s flattering, knowing that I get you this hard.” You look at him into his eyes, you can hear his heavy breathing and notice his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Do I make you this nervous?”

“I told you… you’re dangerous to me.” he breathes and raises an eyebrow. “And you’re also a fucking tease, did you know that?”

You gasp and point at yourself with your finger, feigning innocence. “Me? How am I a tease?” you ask, reaching for his belt with your hands, your eyes fixed on his.

“You know exactly what you’re doing… today during lunch, for example.” He explains, his eyelids heavy as your hands neatly undo his pants, letting them fall with a clicky sound, the metal of the belt hitting the wooden floor.

“What did I do during lunch? I can’t recall” you tease him as your fingertips trace the line of his hard cock through his boxers, biting your lip when you feel a wet spot there.

“You were teasing me, touching my leg and all under the table” Michael’s voice is low and raspy, stirring something inside you.

“Did I? I truly don’t remember doing that” he curses when your hand slides under his boxers, wrapping around his shaft.

“I- I was so hard I had to run and…”

“And?” You know exactly what he’s trying to say, but you want to hear it from his lips. When you don’t get an answer, you stop your movements.

“Fuck, I ran to my dorm and had a wank” He hisses with eyes closed and you continue your ministrations, your thumb stimulating his weeping tip.

“Oh, really? You jerked off thinking about me?” You lean in and start kissing his neck, leaving kisses along his clenched jaw.

“Y-yes. Not the first time” he throws his head back, leaving you more space to kiss and lick.

“No? How many times did you do it?”

“M-many times… since the very first d-day I saw you… shit” he bucks his hips trying to get more friction, but you keep going at your own speed, enjoying how putty he was in your hands.

“Hmm, so you fuck your hand thinking about me, and what do you picture? Tell me” you whisper in his ear, feeling his chest pressing against your tits.

“Oh, fuck… I think about you… your mouth around my cock… your hands all over me” you can already feel him twitching in your hand, a small drop of sweat trickling down the side of his forehead. “I’m not gonna last long, please.” Michael sobs, eyes shut as you continue moving your hand up and down, slowly, torturing him. “Please, I need you to go faster”.

“I won’t go faster until you tell me exactly what you think about when you pleasure yourself, Michael” you demand, making him shiver.

He clenches his jaw, his chest heaving as he tries to speak. “I imagine how your cunt would feel around my cock… I imagine myself fucking you, your moans and whimpers… fuck, fuck, don’t stop I’m s-so close” he begs, unable to hold it any longer. Happy with his answer, you start moving your hand faster.

“Come on, Michael. Cum for me, baby, let go” you watch as he comes with a soft whine followed by a moan of your name, his brows furrowed and cheeks flushed as his orgasm washes over him. Seeing him like that is so hot.

When he finally comes down from his high he opens his eyes, finding your hungry gaze. He looks down and sees his now cum stained boxers. “Fuck” he whispers at the sight of the mess he made in your hand as well, and curses again when you lick your hand.

Then, you lean in and kiss his cheek. “Good job, baby. You did so well for me” you purr, his heart pounding when you praise him. “I should get going. Remember, you’re more than welcome to enter my dorm. I’ll be waiting” you wink at him and gather your stuff, holding your books under your arm, heading off to your dorm.

Michael watches you leave, still not believing what just happened. He puts his cargo pants back and takes his books, putting them inside his bag. He thinks about the cold shower he would have to take as soon as he steps foot into his room.

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[luckycharms1701]

Lucky I write down potential asks in my notes and literally just scribbled this today so the fact hur open now is a wild coincidence and also ily /p have a great night !!! Drink fluids !!

The set up premise might be.. different? so ignore if inspiration doesn't tickle ur scrote but I am a person who eats spicy food on a daily basis and if it's painful enough it can look like a damn sexual experience(panting, sweating, flushed face, gr/moaning(in pain), whines, milk spills, the works). I can see bay Mikey doing some kind of prank or dare without knowing what would stir within until suddenly ur being dragged off to his bedroom trading one heat for another-

I'd hoped this was just about blurbish length and that I make sense ;-; (I am so nervous about sending request asks in I am ill)

(-gornack but anon cuz if i sound nonsensical I don't want the embarrassment of having my account attached)

^ how i felt reading this ask

there is nothing to be embarrassed about here!!

sorry for the fade to black but hope you enjoy anyway!

It takes exactly three wings for you to realize that you’ve made a mistake. You pause when the heat hits your tongue, and that is another mistake. You swallow without tasting anything and look at Mikey’s expectant face with a shaky smile. “No problem!” You give him a thumbs up, hoping he’ll ignore the increasing redness you can feel in your face.

When Mikey came to you, begging to recreate those videos he was obsessed with where people eat progressively spicier food, you knew this would happen. You knew. But one look into those tearful puppy dog eyes and you folded faster than wet cardboard. Now you (and your relatively low spice tolerance) find yourself wishing that you weren’t head over heels for him.

“Yes!” Mikey cheers with his hands in the air, and all the pain you are about to endure is immediately worth it. Damn him. You look back down at the remainder of the wing in your hand and both dread and determination run through your veins. Well, mama didn’t raise no quitter. You bring the little bomb to your mouth and eat the rest of it, trying and failing to keep the sauce off your lips. Shit.

You nibble on some bread to help with the heat, saving the milk for later when you’re truly suffering. Your fingers tap along to the beat of the music Mikey put on as you look for the next spicy little enemy. Instead of offering you the next saucy wing, Mikey is staring. At your lips, specifically. You touch them hesitantly. They feel a little inflamed but dry. “Did I miss some sauce or something?” Mikey shakes his head with an unusually (even for him) loud “No! You’re fine.” You shrug and reach for the wing he offers you.

Sweat forms on your brow before the heat hits, and you brace yourself just in time. A breathy “oh” leaves your parted lips as the heat rolls through your mouth like thunder. You give in and reach for the milk as the heat crests, gulping a little too quickly and spilling some. When the teasing you expect from your best friend doesn’t manifest, you try to contain your panting and look up to find him once again staring at your mouth. “Okay, I know what’s up with me, but what’s up with you?” You reach up and swipe at the line of milk dribbling down your chin with your thumb, and Mikey visibly swallows.

“N-nothing, angel. Just wondering if you’re still up for this. You look… heated.” You groan loudly at what you assume is a very bad pun, holding out your hand for the next torture device. The heat in your mouth is now at an alarmingly high steady burn, but you are trying to ignore that in favor of getting through this ordeal.

“Hit me, Michelangelo.” He mutters something under his breath that you can’t hear over the music, and you study him as he hands you the next wing. He is twitchy, eyes dark as he watches your fingers wrap around the meat. Wondering why Mikey is acting so weird is a good distraction from the pain in your mouth, so you continue to observe him as you raise the fifth wing to your mouth.

It seems almost like Mikey is the one on the spot, you muse as you chew, with the way he can’t sit still. He’s looking everywhere except at you now, fingers tapping agitatedly on the can of Orange Crush in between his hands on the table. Then the heat hits you like a brick wall, and there is no room in your head for anything except the stinging pain. Tears fill your eyes as you whimper.

Mikey’s chair scraping across the floor startles you as you chug some milk, and you spill some again. Your whimper turns into a groan as more milk dribbles down your chin. How embarrassing. The milk pools in your hand as you try in vain to keep it from getting everywhere.

“Okay, that’s it!”

Before you can process what’s happening beyond the fire raging in your mouth, Mikey rounds the table and picks you up. You stutter his name, hands flailing, beyond bewildered. He ignores you and beelines for his room, squeezing you firmly against his plastron.The door closes with an ominous snick, and you brace yourself, still panting from the heat of the wings. The tension leaves you though, as Mikey tosses you on the bed and shows you exactly why he was acting so weird. Oh. Ohhhhh. OH.

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[mattmurdocksscars]

Bad Day

Hello, loves! This is a little (and I do mean little, just under 600 words) piece I wrote probably two months or so ago. Just decided I’d finally share it since there’s so little Mikey content out there! It’s completely self-indulgent! So, have some Mikey comforting you after a bad day!

Warnings: Depressive episode

Word Count: 597

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x Reader

You wearily tracked Michael's movements from your spot on the bed, buried under a mountain of blankets. It had been one of those days for you and you were a little worried about how Michael would react. Previously when you'd had these days, the two of you hadn't been living together so you were able to hide just how bad it was. But now that the two of you cohabitated, there was no hiding. Not from him.

Michael's footsteps sounded up the stairs and he walked quietly into your shared bedroom. You watched as he looked you over before quietly walking over and sitting next to you. With one gentle hand, he cupped your cheek and swept his thumb back and forth.

"Bad day, love?" He asked, already knowing the answer. Yet you still nodded for him. He hummed softly and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Lemme get changed and I'll lay with ya, alright?" He waited until you nodded again to get up and begin undressing. There was nothing sexual about it, both of you knowing this wasn't going anywhere, and when he climbed into bed behind you, he was only wearing his underwear. It allowed for the warm expanse of his skin to press against your body and you hummed in muted delight. He wrapped one arm around you and let the other trail up and down your arm.

"Do ya wanna talk about it?" He whispered and when you shook your head in denial, he nodded behind you.

"Alright, pet. I've got ya now." His words had the same effect a bomb would, your emotions barreling past the wall you'd tried to build up. Tears ran unchecked down your cheeks as you sobbed and Michael just held you closer. 

"I'm sorry, I don't know-"

"Hush, love. Ye've got nothin to apologize fer." Michael gently scolded, his hand pausing to squeeze before continuing its back and forth motion on your arm. Michael let you cry everything out, holding you close and whispering sweet nothings to you. He told you how strong you were, how much he loved you, how he was so proud of you. Every sweet word was a balm on your broken soul and you hoped he would always feel this way.

When you'd finally calmed down, Michael gently turned you over and wiped away your tears. You felt a little embarrassed, you had broken down over seemingly nothing after all, but Michael must have noticed because he immediately corrected you.

"Ya have nothin to be embarrassed about, love." He hesitated for a second before asking quietly, "Is it always this bad? Have ya been hidin this from me?"

And you instantly feel bad at his words and the look on his face. You duck your head and nod.

"I… yes. Sometimes it's not so bad but most of the time, it's like this. Like… a heavy weight on me that I can't shake off and I just feel useless. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry…" You admitted quietly. Michael slipped a hand under your chin and coaxed you to look up at him. There was a look of determination on his face that you'd never seen before and you sucked in a sharp breath. 

"Ya never have to hide somethin like this from me, pet. I'm here fer ya. Okay?" You blinked up at Michael, in awe of his acceptance. You swallowed hard.

"I'll try, Mikey. I promise I'll try."

And that was all he'd ever ask of you.

[my-name-is-bunnyfoxy]

Rise Raphael HEADCANNONS

Besides Ghost Bear, he was always a huge fan of Jake ''The Snake'' Roberts, Mr.Perfect and John Cena.

Raph actually tended to dream to do football, basketball, baseball, boxing and even volleyball.

Once he met Mona (in my AU) she had him join a wrestling group she was apart of along with a boxing group. He visits it every Wednesday, Friday and Saturday.

Him, Franken-Foot and Slash (my AU) often spar together and beat each other. TO THE DEATH. Not really-

Contrary to popular belief, he swears THE MOST out of all of his brothers. Like bro does NOT care if he dropped the worst f bomb ever at all.

He is a massive fan of Hello Kitty and My Little Pony. He own quite a lot of merch. He actually does read the creepypasta's of these two franchises he likes. He never really was a fan though. Not because he found the fanfics gory or something, he just thought they were stupid and overrated. Plus he saw them as edgy and a ''let's make everything so bloody and gross'' cliche kind of thing.

He actually enjoys live-action Disney movies. Though he prefers the original more.

He tried to be friendly with Mayhem multiple times but eventually gave up. Just because he knew he's not gonna force him to like him all of a sudden. Though both managed to stay neutral on each other after a long time.

Raph loves animals, though he has a hard time getting along with them. He is capable of not having animals like cats, hamsters and mice get scared from him.

When he is left alone for way too long, he starts to hear noises and hallucinates that there are people watching him or glaring at him. Which would eventually result in either him having a panic attack or going feral.

He will actively devour anything. (Probably the reason why he never threw up when 2012 Mikey made the most horrendous recipe EVER-)

His favorite source of comfort is just cuddling with someone or something in a warm blanket.

His love language is physical touch, acts of service and quality time. Though mainly physical touch.

Raph would often wear clothes that are stretchable and capable of not getting ruined because of his spikey shell.

Raph often doesn't like his turtle species. He feels as if he is way too big, too spikey and doesn't fit in. His brothers remind him a lot that he is perfect the way he is and he shouldn't feel ashamed of being huge and looking a lot different then all of them. When he met Slash, the insecurity slowly began to fade away. As he enjoyed the company of meeting another alligator snapping turtle. Also Slash is like 10 feet tall so he is able to give Raph all the piggy back rides he wants.

In the future he would get various tattoos because he thinks they look cool. Plus they represent his family.

He almost swallowed his damn fist. Don't ask me how.

He unintentionally murdered a lizard because he thought it was a spider. Yeah so Mona found out about that-

Despite getting ABSOLUTELY flustered regarding flirting or having romantic advances given to him. Oh dear lordy ya'll do not wanna know how much of a rizzer he can genuinely be... Then there are times when he has the worst rizz to the point you question how he could pull anyone.

He loves marshamllows.

He is the 2nd closest to Todd. With Todd often letting Raph come over to play with his puppies and or pet-sit them.

Raph sleeps like a grizzly bear. That's it.

He doesn't mind Leo following him like a small baby duckling.

His Melody plushie (that bunny from Hello Kitty) is his stress toy. He hugs and squeezes it tightly. Splinter and Donnie ended up getting him a big sized one just for him on his 18th birthday.

[percyaugod]

Bits and pieces for Krang Donatello AU.

Defect bringing Leo different foods to see what he can and can't eat and how he eats. Leo is happy to have actual food but it's watching him and it's creepy.

Leo wants to call him something else because Defect sounds mean, even if he is fine with it. He notices the symbol has a D, so how about just calling him D?

Leo joking about D swallowing things. Does he have a bomb in there too? D why won't you look him in the eyes when you say no? D? D. D!

Leo teaching D swears.

D eventually helps Leo escape.

D helping Leo escape was one thing. D planting some type of explosives and blowing the base when they were far enough away was another.

Leo has to explain to his family that yes, he's a Krang, but he's also against the Krang. No, he doesn't trust him, but it's not like they could stop him either way. D tearing up, that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said about him.

Leo also apologizes for what's about to happen. Raph picked up and examined. Looks about as fun as it feels.

D calling Casey Jr hatching and Leo saying human babies don't hatch. D asking him Then where do babies come from?

Oh no. Leo really doesn't want to have this conversation with an alien. Please!

D is trying to not break. He knows he's just messing with him.

Leo has to explain to D why a chainsaw anything should not be given to a child.

D grumbling while putting a childproof setting until after Casey Jr can handle the regular hockey stick.

I fully believe Krang are cannibalistic, and D can regenerate. Just nibbles off his limbs when hungry. He still wouldn't eat pineapple on pizza.

D is only about a head taller than Mikey. Condensed chaos.

[obsidiancreates]

Not As Bad As It Could Be (Gradually Getting Worse) Part 2

"No, no, we do not let Donnie in on this."

"Why not?! He deserves to get some closure, Leo!"

"Closure and revenge aren't the same thing! Besides, he's-he's Donnie! He won't want revenge the way you do, anyway!"

"Um, I dunno Leo. He and Raph get pretty close in butt-kicking when I mess with their stuff."

"See? Mikey gets it."

"And that's meant to convince me why?"

"Hey!"

"Look, I- hmm. I'm just saying, he's still... recovering. I think it's worse than he's letting on, I keep hearing him whimper in his sleep. I'm worried about... what we might find. And what it'd do to him."

"... Fine. I get that. But it's gonna be a while before we find out where all these missing mutants are going anyway, so if he's better by then, I say we tell him. If Slash is right, this is putting all mutants in danger, including us."

"Alright. Alright, we'll wait to see if he starts to get better. Now, um, speaking of... has anyone seen him eat today?"

"Don't sweat it bros, I ordered him an awesome keratin bomb pizza! He'll totally eat it up."

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"I'm not hungry." Donnie pushes the plate away. Mikey pouts, and Raph growls in annoyance.

"You say that every time these days, yet once you start you always scarf it down! Just skip the charade and eat it!"

"My stomach hurts again!" Donnie hugs his torso. "I-I think it must be a stress response, or maybe they- th-they ruined something in my stomach lining when they..."

Raph sets down his comic book. "Hey, your stomach itself wasn't cut open, remember? They didn't make it that far. It's probably not physical."

"Yeah, probably," Donnie mumbles, still hugging himself tightly. He eyes the pizza. "Fine, but if I throw up I'm doing it right here, on the couch."

"We'll make Leo clean it up, bro," Mikey says in a sweet tone, patting Donnie's hand.

"Make me clean up what?" Leo looks over from Space Heroes, finally tuning in to the conversation.

"Nothin', dude. Go ahead, Donnie, I'll get you a bucket or something if you need it."

Donnie takes a bite, and then another, and soon half the pizza is gone.

"Told you so," Raph says from the beanbag.

"Hey man, he was just hurtin'. Don't shame him for it." Mikey pats Donnie's hand that still rests on his plastron. "Does your stomach feel better?"

Donnie swallows his bite. "Eh... I guess? I don't know, it- it just aches all the time, and sometimes there's these sharp pains. I used a metal detector to see if anything was... left in me, but nada."

"It'll get better with time," Leo says, bringing Donnie a glass of water. "And since we're still grounded, we've got plenty of it."

"It's not grounded, it's just... biding our time." 'Grounded' makes Donnie feel... guilty, about it. Which is nonsense. He didn't ask to be opened up.

Except his whole existence asks for it. Wouldn't he want to do the same, if he was on the other end of the scalpel? Figure out how a freak like him works?

No, no, he's dabbled in unethical science once or twice, but never that badly. Vivisection is just... cruel. Cruel and cold. And after his experience, he wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy. No matter how much his worst enemy might wish it on him. No matter how vile, heartless, evil. DESERVING OF IT-

"You're spacing out again dude." Mikey's elbow jabs his side, and Donnie lets out a sharp yelp. He hugs himself tighter, putting his hand over the spot and glaring at Mikey. Mikey laughs sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Hey guys."

"April!" Donnie perks up right away.

"How're you feeling, Donnie?" She sits next to him.

"Eh, about the same as the last week and a half."

"How's it looking?" He moves his arm just for April, and she winces before remembering to pretend it's not that bad. "Um, coming along great! It's finally starting to fill back in!"

"And it looks nasty." Mikey leans over to look, wrinkling his not-nose. "Why's it look like I can peel it?"

"How should I know? None of us have ever had this wide of a crack heal back over before."

"But you're the medic science guy."

"I'm also the hurt guy."

"Speaking of, I got some stronger painkillers if you need them." April pulls the bottle out. "Don't ask where I got them... let's just say Casey's been keeping a lookout during his fights."

"Wait, you brought stolen painkillers into the lair?!"

"Sorry, Leo, I just thought Donnie could use them!"

"Thanks, April. I- gah-" Donnie closes his eyes as another sharp pain shoots through him, gritting his teeth as he waits for it to be over. When it is he sighs, and holds out his hand for the bottle. "I'm getting tired of waking up in the middle of the night like that."

"Is it infected?" April digs in her bag. "I might have some hydrogen peroxide."

"I have plenty, don't worry. And no, it just- guh- hurts. It's possible it'll scar pretty badly, which could mean I'll have to completely adjust my entire way of moving and fighting."

"Aw, I'm sure it won't be that bad. And if it is, I'll help you come up with some new moves."

Donnie smiles thankfully at her. He's managed to regulate his feeling for her to "just enjoying having her around without wanting more" for the most part, and it's honestly a lot nicer than the former obsession.

Sometimes he thinks back on the ways he acted, and it both gives him chills and makes him burn with shame. The following her, the obsessing over her and Casey being alone together... he's glad she looked past it to remain his friend. Even if it is also concerning that she didn't cut him off.

Her being friends with a freak like him in the first place is concerning. Even though she has Kraang DNA she's more human than he'll ever be. What's wrong with her? Something must be. Something must be wrong in her brain. Maybe he can find it an fix it. She'll leave them all, though. But what keeps her here?

"Donnie?" Her hand gently taps against his cheek. "Hey, stop that. I don't know exactly what you're thinking, but I don't like what I'm feeling from you."

Donnie sighs. "Can't hide anything from you," he says with a weak smile. He takes some of the new painkillers. "Ugh, I hate looking at the crack. Mikey is right, it's growing back in layers and- oh, I might be sick. Terrible textures..."

"Here, I thought of this." April digs into her bag and pulls out a very large hoodie. "Ta-da! This should fit over your shell."

Donnie takes it, eyes widening as he rubs his hand over the fabric. Slowly, carefully, April helps him get it on.

She hands him a mirror when it's done. "There. Hey look, you're actually wearing real clothes for once," she says with a giggle.

Donnie stares into the mirror, mouth a little agape. The hood falls over his eyes a bit, hiding most of his face. It's truly huge, baggy enough that it's hard to tell there's a bulge from his shell at the back. The sleeves are too long, hanging well past his hands.

April's smile fades a little. "Sorry, um, it was the best I could fi-"

"I love it." Donnie pulls the hood forward a little more, further obscuring his face. He pulls his legs up, tucking them into it. Almost none of him is even visible, and he truly loves it. "I-I might never take it off."

April tries to smile again, but Donnie can tell it's strained. She must feel something from him, but what? He's just happy. He can barely see his stupid body, and he's delighted by it. Not even the near-blinding, dizzying pain in his torso can ruin it.

"Donnie!" April has her hands on him, and oh, he's tipping forward. "You almost passed out, I-I felt that! That didn't feel normal!"

"It's just, hhh, just healing." Donnie finds himself panting, struggling to talk through the continuing flare-up. He thinks about her words, and starts to laugh. It hurts, it hurts badly, but he can't stop.

"Donnie, you're scaring me."

"Probably just, gah, the p-painkillers kicking in," he assures through laughter and grunts of pain. "But I- ha! You-you said normal!"

"And?"

"Does any- hhhnn- anything about thi-this situation say normal t- ah- to you?"

"You know what I meant."

"I don't," he giggles, head feeling fuzzy. It's not that different from when Vizioso sedated him, actually, and the memory send another stab of pain through him. He doubles over again. "I don't h-have a clue what normal is!"

"Master Splinter! Donnie's having a bad reaction to some painkillers!"

"This is-is what happens when a freak tries some normal medicine!" Donnie laughs deliriously again, he feels all floaty.

"April, what has happened?!"

"I don't know! Casey and I checked to make sure the painkillers weren't laced with anything, but now he's just laughing and talking about being a freak-"

FREAK!

Donnie puts his hands over his ears. "I don't want to hear it!"

"My son, look at me."

Donnie can't open his eyes.

"Donatello!"

Why do his stupid guts hurt so bad?!

"April, get Raphael, I need his help carrying Donatello to his room."

And once again, suddenly Donnie is being lifted and carried. He hugs his midsection tightly again. "The freak can't even process painkiller right," he spits, then laughs. "Look at me, I have the biggest brain of the mutant sewer people! So special!"

"Aw, shut it, Donnie," comes Raph's far-away mumbling. "That's the drugs talking."

"Suuuuure." Donnie pulls the hood around his face. "Sure it is."

"Where's all of this coming from?"

Freaks

Ugly

Mutants

Monsters

"It hurts."

"... I know, bro. Here." He's laid down on a sort of soft, old, sewer-water-stained mattress, too familiar of a comfort to be a comfort. "Rest up, okay?"

Donnie starts to drift off, and the last thing he hears is Leo outside of the door speaking to Raph, voice low and very I-told-you-so.

"What was that earlier about him getting better soon?"

[bunnboi]

Jotaro Usagi-Hamato grew up with gunshots and death. He grew up surrounded by war and blood and battle, and he was surprisingly a pretty well adjusted kid. He grew up with war, but he also grew up with love, surrounded by his happy family, with his best friend in the whole wide world Casey Jones Jr. He was trained by his father, Leonardo, and by his Aunt Scylla. He was trained in his family’s ninpo, in an ancient martial art form lost when the last Great Dragon fell, and now he is running, running, running, lasers and bombs filling his ears as he supports his father, who groans in pain every time he steps too heavy on one of his legs, Casey next to him knocking Kraang dogs away.

    “Just a little further, Dad.” Jotaro mumbles. “Just a little further.”

    The steps of the Kraang Mechas’ feet rumble the very ground beneath them.

    Jotaro sets his father down on the ground, leaning him on a rock as Casey kneels next to them both, chainsaw in hand, Michelangelo behind them fighting off dogs. 

    “We lost…” Leonardo looks into the distance, at the Kraang Mechas drawing craters in the earth with their lasers. “The Kraang won.” He meets Casey and Jotaro’s eyes quickly, and draws a smile to his lips. “But we still have a ninja’s greatest weapon. Hope.”

    Jotaro half wants to laugh at what a cheesy line that is, but the ability to laugh right now is replaced by pure adrenaline and fear. 

    Leonardo looks over at Michealangelo, says something he doesn’t quite understand, not with the bombs falling everywhere, with the ringing in his ears. Michelangelo nods, starting to prepare to create some sort of spell. Jotaro feels his father’s huge, heavy, calloused hand on his shoulder, and sees that the other is on Casey’s. “Kids. Listen to me. Mikey is about to send you back in time, to the day that the Kraang came to earth. There’s a key. You need to find the key before it was stolen, and stop the Kraang.”

    Jotaro can hear Michealangelo groan out of pain, and looks over to see him literally disintegrating, Scylla now next to him as he smiles at them all, winks, and finishes the portal, disappearing in a burst of light. Jotaro’s stomach drops as Scylla stares at the portal for a few seconds, before looking over at the boys, kneeling next to Jotaro, Donnie’s staff still strapped to her back, as it has been since that cursed mission. She smiles at him softly through her long dark bangs, handing him a blade. Shirogane. His fur tingles on end as soon as it touches his skin. 

    “Find the key, stop the Kraang.” She says, Leo repeating it. 

    “Dad…?” Jotaro looks back at Leonardo, tears threatening to brim over his eyes. Leonardo looks to be the same. He hugs both his sons, squeezing them tight as he can hear the sound of a roaring Kraang monster, the voice vaguely familiar. Jotaro looks back to see Yuichi Usagi, his other father, dripping in Kraang slime and monstrous, charging toward them. His throat tightens with more tears, and he looks back toward Leonardo. “Dad?”

    “Kids, do me a favor.” Leonardo gets up, pushing them toward the portal. “Grab a slice.” Casey grabs Jotaro’s arm and starts pulling him toward the vortex, equally as tight throated and teary eyed. Jotaro looks back just in time to see his fathers fighting each other, blades through each other’s torso as Leonardo looks at Jotaro out of the corner of his eye and smiles, he, Yuichi, and Scylla all being vaporised in an instant by a Kraang laser just as the portal swallows Jotaro and his screams. 

    Casey and Jotaro drop into Times Square, into a huge crowd of people, where everything is too warm too loud too crowded, and Jotaro is numb numb numb and so incredibly over stimulated, and he can’t breathe, so he does what rabbits do best and he runs, runs, runs, away from the crowds, away from the too loud and too bright of the city, as Casey screams for his brother, searches for hours before he eventually decides to follow through with the mission. Because Jotaro is strong, and Jotaro will be fine. 

    Find the Key, stop the Kraang. 

    Jotaro is found by a person an hour later, with short black hair and familiar eyes, who takes him back to their apartment, despite his animal appearance. Who makes him soup and protects him when suddenly there are the Kraang again, roaming the streets again as Jotaro can do nothing but hide in the bathroom and listen to the sirens and the screams. Who recognizes Shirogane, who hugs him tight when the Kraang’s voice echoes in his ears, “WIPE THAT GRIN OFF YOUR FACE-” when he is sobbing at night because he can never go back and see his family, because his fathers would be so disappointed, because he can do nothing right.

    He hugs his best friend, Casey Jones Jr, sitting in his room and sobbing into his shoulder. As if the salty tears he sheds will repent for his sins, his failures. 

    But he knows they won’t. 

    Nothing can make up for what he did. 

[heaven-s-black-box]

Travels- Dominos chpt.6

Return to File - GI File - TR File - SW File - BSD File

Recovery date: March 28th, 2023

Description: Aether and Lumine take a commission in the Chasm and twelve years later Hinata Tachibana dies as a result of the unchecked activities of the Tokyo Manji gang— all it takes is one domino to tip and the world order will collapse. With three parties unknowingly playing hide and seek with the devil, can the scales be tipped by Takemichi and friends?

Notes: While the entry is corrupted I lost steam there are still partial records, and therefore the entry may yet be recovered. I found part of chapter seven, so I might be able to write more if not finish it

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6

Word count: 750

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“Atsushi-kun, are you alright?” Kunikida asked, coming up beside the young man.

“Huh,” Atsushi startled, his chin slipping off his palm and nearly hitting the rail, “oh, yes, I’m alright. Why do you ask?”

“Kyouka-chan noticed you’ve been rather spaced out since we arrived at the docks.”

“Really?”

“You walked into a sign post—” Atsushi squealed, not noticing Kyouka had come up behind him from the upper deck, “and apologized to it.”

“Kyouka-chan! Don’t do that, please.” She nodded, but Atsushi knew that it wasn’t really something she did on purpose. “But, I guess I have been a little out of it,” he laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. Kunikida and Kyouka made no move to change the subject and waited for him to continue. “It’s just, the last time we took a job outside of Yokohama all of Kanto was evaporated.”

Kyouka hopped up onto the rail, facing in towards the ship and letting her legs sway with her remaining momentum, while Kunikda leaned forward and looked off into the distance. Caught between them, Atsushi turned to look out into the water with Kunikida. The idealist looked lost in thought, and Kyouka looked like she had moved on from the topic all together— now playing with the charm on her phone and watching the crew behind them.

For a moment Atsushi felt calmer, the smell of salt and the sharp sea breeze catching his attention, like telling someone his worries had eased his stress.

“Well at least this time we know about the proverbial bomb.”

Kunikda, Atsushi, and Kyouka leaned over the rail.

“Hello!” Dazai waved from where he was leaning out of a porthole on the lower deck.

“Dazai-san,” Kyouka asked, “why are you halfway out of the porthole?”

“Ah, I was trying to slip out and got stuck. Could you please push me out?”

“One day,” Kunikida grumbled, turning round and heading towards the stairs that lead below deck. “Just one day without his tomfoolery.”

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Takemichi laughed as Karl once again hit Chifuyu in the face with his tail as Poe chased him around the deck, Mikey right behind him, trying to retrieve the cookie he’d stolen. The raccoon was faster, however, and scampered up the roof to sit on the antenna platform and eat his snack in peace. Draken let out a tired sigh, slinging his arm around Mikey’s front and dragging him back into the cabin before he could try and fight the rodent. Poe followed close behind, apologizing profusely and saying Karl normally wasn’t like that— not that Mikey was listening, too busy struggling against Draken and making a fuss.

“Think we’ll have time for some sightseeing?” Emma asked, picking the leaves off a strawberry.

“Probably, I mean we just need to talk to the armed detective agency, right?”

“But we can’t just walk up to them and say, 'hey we know how the world is going to end, listen to us,’ can we?” Hina asked, looking up at them with her arms folded in a pillow under her chin.

“Do we even know what they look like?” A loud, muffled voice asked.

Chifuyu and Emma turned to find that Mikey and Draken had come back out; Mikey had his face stuffed. He swallowed before taking another bite of the pastry in his hand and leaning against Emma’s chair.

Everyone turned to Takemichi with raised brows.

He tensed, looking around awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.

“Takemichy?” Draken pushed.

“Naoto and I couldn’t find any record of which members were there.”

“I vote we demote Takemichi as leader of this operation,” Hina huffed.

“Agreed.”

“Wha- Do you have a better plan?!”

As the group descended into argument, Poe took a peek out of the cabin; Karl had returned to his shoulder. He watched them quietly for a moment before slipping back in and taking a  seat on the couch, leaning on his knees and resting his face in his hands.

“Karlll,” the raccoon jumped from his shoulder to the table in front of him, “I know Ranpo-kun said not to say anything but they’re going to kill each other before we get to Liyue.”

Karl chittered.

“But I’m sure Ranpo-kun has a plan and I can’t be the reason it goes wrong!”

Karl tilted his head and chittered again.

“He-he wouldn’t do that, would he? Why not just tell me to tell them!”

With a look of disappointment on his face, Karl chittered in response.

“Oh… that does sound like something he would do.”

[eveandtheturtles]

1, 6 and 8, for fanfic writing game 🥰

1. Favorite scene or line from (fic name)?

I'm gonna go with SWAK lol I think my favourite scenes are those where Kara and Donnie gets closer, and I think the "almost kiss" probably is my favourite xD for different reasons.

Here have the scene:

<I would never sell you guys out.>

Donnie blinked, taken a bit by surprise. Oh. She bided her time, huh? Honestly, he expected to be cornered about this so much earlier.

<Thanks,> he replied slowly, not sure what he should do.

She shook her head a little. <Yeah, I wouldn’t buy it either.> There was a slight disappointment on her face, a drop in her shoulders. He didn’t like that. She was about to go back to her work but he placed his hand over her wrist.

<No. I mean it. Thank you.> He reached for her hand. It might have been awkward at first but she found out she liked how her hand looked in his. The big, warm, calloused hand of his seemed to swallow her smaller one.

<We didn’t have the best beginning, huh?> She signed with one hand. She didn’t want to let go of his.

He shrugged. He also didn’t let go. <It doesn’t matter,> he signed and spoke. <We’re good now.>

She smiled at him. Something inside her swelled. It was warm and a little alarming. She had a hard time looking away from him. The hazel shade of his eyes was so beautiful. Captivating. She swallowed, feeling her breath catching in her throat. She was about to look away when his other hand landed on her cheek. Oh. He was leaning forward but paused looking uncertain for a moment. Kara sighed and straightened up, arching up to reach him. Her free hand rested on his bicep as a boost. Almost… almost…

“Dinners ready!” Raph bombed into the lab, shouting. “You nerds better come out of this cave or I’ll drag you in here!”

6. What character(s) do you find it most difficult to write?

Bayverse!Mikey. I have barely anything stand alone with him. He is the hardest for me to understand and get in character. Having a specific headcanon for him being pansexual aromantic helped but still, pretty tough.

8. Which fic or hc do you feel most proud of?

I will always be proud of SWAK when we talk TMNT lol. I have a lot unfinished projects that I want to get back to bc they were such joy to write before my squirrel brain switched gears. Raising Atlas for Trollhunters, Family in Voltron, Being Human for Monster in Paris. Lovestuck for Lolirock lol. It's a bit of a shame wall but my brain refuses to get back to them bc I still have so many ideas for these docs and I am proud of these pieces.

Although I think the ones I am most proud of is a Megamind fic now I think about it. Life Circle and Nobody. These are both one shot. One is whimsy romance and the other is horror.

The smut I am most proud of is Someone in the Garden which is an original work.

All can be found on my ao3 account.

Thank you so much for the ask!!!

@m1dnyt3-w0lf @thelaundrybitch @madammuffins @leosgirl82 @tinkabelle19 @raphsmuneca @kikithedreamerwriter @pheradream-15 @sharpwindow @scholastic-dragon

[lazysublimeengineer]

you bring color to my monochrome world

Summary: Her smile was the burst of psychedelic hues to Takemichi’s dull, greyscale life.

His loyalty and conviction brought out a multitude of colors to Hinata’s sepia life.

His candid, azure irises painted a sheer, rich texture of prismatic hues to Mikey’s void, insipid life.

Characters:Takemichi H., Hinata T., Manjirou S.

“I wish you a kinder sea.”

— Emily Dickinson

i. I will protect you.

Takemichi was drowning.

He was drowning in the sea of doubt and hopelessness. What was he thinking? Going back to the future to undo every mistake that he did there and save Hina? He couldn’t even save himself from Kiyomasa’s punches and roundhouse kicks. He clenched his fists as he stared at the blinking street lights around the city that evening, ignoring the stares from the other people because of his mottled face and bruised body.

However, was it the right thing to do? To run away again? To struggle in vain and restart his stale life all over again?

He could feel his eyes started to water as he remembered Hina’s forthright yet breathtaking smile when she uttered those words at him in the midst of his own torment and wretchedness: I will protect you.

Her smile was the burst of psychedelic hues to Takemichi’s dull, greyscale life.

And he swore to himself that he won’t fail her this time around.

He would save her.

Even it could him his own sanity and life in the long run.

ii. The only way to win is to kill me! I definitely won’t lose!

The first time that Mikey saw Takemichi was when he was in the middle of an underground fight with Kiyomasa which was to be honest looked like a one-sided battle since the poor guy was being treated like a punching bag by his opponent.

He pursed his lips. Underground fights were stupid and he didn’t want to have the name of the Toman to be tainted by a useless slugfest like this. He was about to make his way there when he stopped midway upon hearing the young man’s speeches that was brimming with firmness and determination.

“The only way to win is to kill me! I definitely won’t lose!”

But the one that caught his full attention was his deep blue eyes shining with tenacity and valor. There were only few people around the world that possessed that kind of reckless yet admirable conviction.

He hadn’t seen that kind of eyes and fighting spirit since his late older brother.

That day he had made up his mind. He needed to have a buddy like Takemichi into his life.

He signaled for Draken to make their presence known when Kiyomasa was getting berserk and demanding for a bat.

The crowd went in complete, deathly silence as they presented themselves and was already beating up Kiyomasa after he succinctly made his existence well known in front of Takemichi.

“Takemitchy. See ya later.” He shot him a carefree grin before he turned away and left the place completely. The young man’s befuddled yet ingenuous expression was forever etched into his memory.

His candid, azure irises painted a sheer, rich texture of prismatic hues to Mikey’s void, insipid life.

iii. I ain’t gonna give her up ever again!

Hinata’s hand was trembling.

Nevertheless, she wouldn’t give these people the satisfaction of seeing the fear creeping up slowly within her. She knew that Takemichi was too trustful and forthright to a fault even though it’s also one of the reasons why she had fallen in love with him.

She just can’t stand there and watched the two delinquents domineered him into their own whims and wants whenever they wanted to. She promised Takemichi that she will protect him after all and she always held and fulfill her own promises.

However, she made a mistake of thinking naively that they can get away unscathed after she pulled out a brave yet foolish stunt of slapping the blond right in front of the class. She tried not to shake as she felt a hand gripped her wrist and heard the threat of the tall male with braided locks that made her swallow thickly.

“Hey. Do you want me to kill you, bitch?”

She heard more words and threats that came out of his mouth before she decided to respond and gave him a piece of her mind. Takemichi was always bruised, crestfallen and lost every time she saw him dropping by her flat. She had enough of these people dictating and treating him like their own slaves. Even if this will put her in a risky situation, she will defend and protect the man she loves.

She was now ready for the consequences of her actions but she was taken aback when Takemichi’s hand gripped the tall male’s shoulder firmly and demanded him to let her go. No. No. No. No. She didn’t want Takemichi to suffer and take the brunt of her actions. If she had to intervene again to save him, then she will have to do it even if it could cost this her own life.

She was about to speak again when Takemichi’s next words made her eyes widened briefly and rooted her to the spot.

“I ain’t gonna give her up ever again!”

It was stated with raw conviction and firm temerity that she had to double take and stared up at him with wide eyes that was brimming with amazement and concern for his well-being now that he challenged the two delinquents in front of them.

‘Takemichi-kun…’ Hinata restrained a gasp as she observed Takemichi in silence. It was like seeing another facet of him that was different from what she used to see. But she liked his tenacity and firmness. He may be a crybaby and wore his heart on his sleeve but she knew that his heart was in the right place.

After a troublesome misunderstanding later and apologies pouring from her lips, she waved goodbye to Takemichi and let him hang out with his newfound friends.

His loyalty and conviction brought out a multitude of colors to Hinata’s sepia life.

And she could never get tired of loving him.

iv. That’s why I’m going to create an era for delinquents.

Mikey stared at the horizon in front of them with a serene smile on his face.

Takemichi observed him from a few distances away, looking at the quiescent male who was sitting on the grass. Draken was also standing a few meters away from them, sporting an unflappable expression on his face.

From what he observed so far, Mikey was a delinquent but he was not a bad guy. He was simply a person who possessed some radical beliefs on his own and translated it into his actions that may be questionable to other people due to his carefree yet strong personality and straightforward manner of speaking.

He had also noted some odd yet interesting behavior from the gang leader himself. Even though he’s mostly laid back and insouciant he had a habit of flipping a switch to his moods seamlessly, revealing a hidden cold anger and ruthless nature from within as he had witnessed on how he just beat up Kiyomasa like it was nothing.

There was a saying that the eyes were the mirror to the soul.

But when he looked at Mikey’s onyx eyes it was a bottomless pit of nothingness. Devoid of any emotion and was a vacuum of an empty black hole. He remembered how he stared down at Kiyomasa like he was nothing more than a pathetic insect under his palm that’s waiting to be crush. And how Mikey’s eyes almost suck the life out of him earlier in that tense situation with Hina, almost resigning himself for the inevitable punch that would come from his hands only to be tricked and playfully derided by him that he’s a dummy and he doesn’t hit girls.

Hence, he had reached a conclusion that Mikey was hard to understand and read his intentions sometimes.

However, one thing was for sure: Mikey was not a bad person and he’d be willing to help and save him alongside with Hina to prevent them from meeting their miserable future and demise.

He just had to convince Naoto to get to the bottom of the problem and find out the reason why Mikey turned out the way he was in the future.

“That’s why I’m going to create an era for delinquents.”

The gang leader didn’t need to convince him twice when he asked him to join his gang after he shared his goal and vision to him. Just looking at his charismatic smile and earnestness, Takemichi knew that he was drawn in. Hook. Line. And sinker.

v. You should come with me. I like your guts. Hanagaki Takemichi.

He stood up but he was still looking at the horizon when he finally revealed his vision and intentions to him, uttering his name correctly for the first time.

“You should come with me. I like your guts. Hanagaki Takemichi.”

Mikey couldn’t picture out his exact reaction to his words but he could already surmised the genuine astonishment and wonder that was written on his clear blue eyes. Then the seriousness and determination that would crossed his face afterwards.

That’s the kind of guy Takemichi was. Honest, sincere, determined yet reckless sometimes when it came to defending his beliefs and the people that he mostly cares about. It’s easy to read him. Just dropped a verbal bomb in front of him and he’ll be getting a multitude of interesting expressions from his face.

…and there were times that he isn’t.

He had seen how Takemichi would be like an open book but with hidden pages that was not visible to the naked eye. Takemichi wasn’t a liar yet he was a secretive person as well. He cannot forget his initial reaction when he asked him casually if he’s really a middle schooler in that school. It was an unguarded moment for the young lad and he had a look that screamed of panic and anxiousness.

Interesting.

Even though Takemichi was an emotionally expressive person and vocal about what he believed was right and wrong, he still couldn’t decipher what his real purpose was. All he knew as of the moment was, he was too protective of his girlfriend Hinata who gave him an amazing slap earlier.

He was willing to defend and fight for her even against to the people like them.

What a reckless guy. But he guessed that was a part of Takemichi’s own charm. He couldn’t help but to be intrigue by this person who possessed those electrifying sky-blue irises and a sheer will determination.

‘Hinata huh? What a lucky gal…’ Mikey thought as he gazed at Takemichi’s profile.

For now, he could only basked in the vibrancy and vivid hues of Takemichi’s presence, coloring his monochromatic world with the promises of hope for the future.

(A/N: I don’t own Tokyo Revengers and any of the characters from this franchise. Inspired by the scenes that shows the relationship and interactions of Takemichi with Hinata and Mikey. I believed in Takemikeyhina supremacy but I lived for some drizzle of angst and pining hence the end results of this one shot. Apologies in advance for some grammatical errors and if some of them are OOC as English is not my native language and I’ve tried my best to keep them in character. Reviews are amusing hence I look forward to hear them from you).

[imagine-turtles]

Not How It’s Supposed To Be

This isn’t exactly what it was supposed to be, but it kinda got off the leash and I never quite got it back.  Bayverse.  Small piece for @brightlotusmoon​ thank you SO much for waiting half a century ;;

EDIT: Title courtesy of @hummerhouse

His eyes sting.  God damn, his eyes sting.

Teary eyes are common in the field, from smoke bombs and mace and whatever other irritants are thrown their way, besides the fact that no one gets close enough to see past the glare of Don’s inch-thick glasses.  The needle room, too, sees its fair share of crying--Mikey and Raph being the usual culprits, Leo far less often.  Never Donnie.

Almost never Donnie, he sullenly, silently amends.

But it’s only when his brother is stable, thanks in no small part to an alarming amount of luck, that Don really starts to implode.  It’s useless, frustrating; even so, he scrubs at the tears his mask can’t soak up in a futile attempt to get back to the million-and-one tasks he still needs to take care of.  If he focuses, he can almost feel the imaginary walls compartmentalizing his doctor and brother personas cracking under the strain.

This is just a delayed stress response.  Mikey’s going to be okay, he’s certain.

But what if he wasn’t?

That’s what hits Donnie the hardest, because he knows.  He knows he should’ve reassured Mikey after Leo barked at him, knows Mikey takes arguments pretty hard, knows he should’ve pulled his head out of his ass and told Leo to do the same instead of ignoring the whole thing.  But he didn’t.  So Don finds himself staring down at his uncharacteristically-still brother, head swirling with regret and the scent of blood still thick in his nose.

He’ll be okay, just like he always is.

Don knows rehashing the night’s events will only upset him further, but it needs to be done.  While it’s still fresh.  Download the go-pro logs, timestamp the relevant sections, snag any outside footage before wiping the surveillance cams entirely.  Get a debrief ready, send it to Leo.  Make sure it never happens again.

Of course, it’s only when he manages to swallow down his grief that he registers Leo already beside him, and his too-soft inquiry towards Donnie’s well-being really sends everything to shit.

Suddenly Don can hardly choke out a full sentence, only able to wheeze through half a thought before another hacking sob bubbles up in his throat.  Leo's saying something--he can feel the groggy timbre rumble in his chest--but Don faintly doubts he'd understand even if he could hear his brother.  The air is so, so cold, yet even as his face is pushed against Mikey’s warm arm it burns in his throat, in his lungs, until all that's left of his voice is a ragged gasp.  

Again, he feels Leo speaking more than he hears him, but this time Don parses out a question mixed in with the overwhelming stimuli.

“Are you finished?”

It sounds unsympathetic at first, but Don knows from experience; that’s not what his brother is trying to say.  Have you done all you can, he’s asking, can I take you away from here?  

No sooner does Don nod than he’s shuffled out the door, and it’s only when he’s been seated on the closed toilet lid that he realizes it wasn’t Leo that practically carried him there, but Raph.  The worry seems permanently carved into his face by now, but he doesn’t seem eager to share whatever’s on his mind as he starts wiping the blood off Don’s hands.

Maybe I’m having some sort of episode, he wonders, distantly, as if observing someone else entirely.  His sudden sense of detachment probably isn’t a good sign, but at this point Don’s just grateful for a quiet moment.  Almost too quiet.  He hasn’t seen his brother take this much care with anything in a while; but Don grudgingly admits his fingers are a bit too stiff to wash the blood off himself.

He should tell Raph he’s alright, he’s just exhausted and overwhelmed, and bursting with regret--everything will go back to normal as soon as he gets no fewer than 14 hours of uninterrupted sleep.  Just gotta slip into something a little more comfortable, he’ll say, like a small coma.  And Raph will crack a smile, threaten to sedate Don if he’s not asleep by the time he’s out of the shower.  

But as soon as the warm rag touches Don’s cheek, he’s crying again.  The familiar burn behind his eyes is just enough to trigger a fresh wave of tears and a sharp gasp before he manages to clap a hand over his mouth; as if the earlier meltdown wasn’t embarrassing enough, he bitterly notes.  Still, Raph says nothing, but Don can hardly hold it against him.  How would he know what to say, when Mikey’s always been there to say it for him?  So they sit in almost-silence, together, and Don wonders if his brother is thinking of all the things Mikey might say, too.

The rest of the night is a bit of a blur, but Don remembers enough.  He remembers cushions pushed together into a familiar pile, remembers croaking out a weak comment about Raph’s stink and earning an almost-chuckle in return.  He remembers another hand on his back, briefly; it’s not much of a feat to identify Splinter by touch alone, but how could it be anyone else’s claws tracing nonsensical patterns on Don’s shell?  Some time later, his father’s absence and a familiar weight against his side tells him his brother’s been ejected from the needle room as well.  The fact that Don didn’t hear resistance tells of either Leo’s exhaustion or his own.  Maybe both.

But they’re okay, despite everything.  Or, more accurately, they will be.

Just like they always are.

[moxfirefly]

I!! Have an request!! If you want, thats up to you! But how about the turtles have a friend (the reader) and no matter what they see hints of or how it seems she just doesnt seem to be in a relationship ever and then leo starts acting "odd" (in love) and one day michelangelo of all people catches leo and the reader in a romantic (or heated) moment! What do you think would happen? How would they handle their older brother in love? 😂 i just thought itd be a funny one-shot

Ok I’ve been wanting to tackle this for a while now and ima do my best for you friend, also I hope this reaches cause I know it’s been tough so I send you lots of love💕

Blue boi all in lovey dovey

Rated Mature (Romance but will a little sprinkle of smut) 18+ Only

Raphael squinted his eyes.

For the past twenty-two minutes he’d been wondering what was wrong with this picture. His breakfast was getting cold and he’d even neglected to smack Mikey’s hand away when he stole a piece of bacon off his place.

Raphael took pride in his observation skills, often he noticed plenty of things in his environment but while Donatello ran commentary on it he usually kept the information to himself. He shared a room with his youngest brother so he knew any odd shift when it came to Mikey. He is very close with Donnie, spending a few sleepless nights by his side while the genius tinkered away at projects, even lending a hand here and there.

Leonardo for all of his hard headed ways and their personality clashes, he felt he knew him well enough too. The leader though, was much more guarded in his emotions which made for some difficult moments to completely gage his older brother.

You on the other hand were an open book, plenty of times he’d spent time with you, getting to know plenty of your ticks and thoughts. Raph considered you a close friend, a confidant he could turn to.

But as you all sat together for a late breakfast. Mikey inhaling his while Donnie’s overworked eyes looked into his coffee cup as if lifes answers laid there, Leo and you were just sitting there, suspiciously.

You were still in your sleep wear, Leo’s groggy movements mechanical as he ate on autopilot. You yawned reaching for a coffee refill and without command or hesitation Leo had pushed the creamer and sugar towards you, going so far to place the exact amount of both in your mug. You had given him a sweet smile, reaching a hand to thumb a crumb away from the corner of his mouth.

Raphael raised a brow ridge, well naturally that could translate to common kindness. You all knew each other, often April had in some form or shape probably done something similar. He poked a few pieces of eggs into his mouth, now he was intrigued.

He picked up a few more instances where his curiosities got the better of him.

For instance one afternoon while you were over he had decided to gather info. Raphael had kitchen duty and you had stuck around to help him out. “What’s up with you?” A common not so invasive question, you shrugged. “Same old, same old” You gathered plates to set the table. Raphael kept his gaze at the task at hand, cutting tomatoes for the sauce he was preparing. “Yeah but have you done anything? Gone out with friends? Maybe found your future husband?” He chuckled even more so when you nudged him with an elbow. “A forget you have a sense humor under all that angst” Raph smiled, the two of you often bickered Iike this.

Truth be told you had never mentioned a boyfriend or a girlfriend, the subject was never really breached. With the amount of time you spent in the sewers with them it never came up if you had some partner or if you even were dating. Raphael added the tomatoes into a pot, you joined his side ready to help with more cutting of condiments.

Then Leo arrived and he felt the air shift, he peaked a glance at you, a small smile playing on your lips. Leo in turn greeting the two of you before he made his way towards the fridge to retrieve something to drink. “Want something?” He asked from the fridge and honest to God Raph was very sure he wasn’t asking him. You nodded extending a hand for the soda he gave you, he leaned against the fridge and chatted you up as nonchalant as ever.

Nothing in the small chat raised any flags, Raph’s sauce almost burning from how intently he was concentrating of quite literally eavesdropping on you two. You laughed at something he mentioned, that was bizarre because Leo was seriously not even funny but he could be biased on that end.

“Your hair looks pretty that way” Leo spoke, a tad bit shyly. Raph stirred the sauce, brow ridges shooting up, ‘real smooth big bro’ he couldn’t help but think. Then again he had probably at some point told April the same thing, well they all had commented on April being pretty in all manners of ways.

But this felt just the taddest bit different?

He excused himself having to get back to whatever he was doing. Raph squatted to get something from the bottom cupboards, he didn’t miss the blush on your cheeks.

“Yer hair does look nice like that” He tested, you beamed brightly at him. “Thank you, you’re very sweet when you put your heart into it” She teased smacking a hand towel at him.

Inconclusive results.

For now.

This stupid notion continued to bother Raphael, curiosity would kill the turtle in this case. He wanted to know if truly something was amiss there and you both being friends he wondered why you just hadn’t flat out told him what was up. Nevertheless he couldn’t drop the bomb on you, you could be motorfide or maybe deny it to high hell. Asking Leonardo was out of the question, he sure as hell wouldn’t say a thing.

So Raphael kept his gaze glued as you parted ways for the night. You gave a hug and kiss to everybody, quite normal for your loving nature. He got his hug and kiss, so did Donnie, April and Mikey. Once you landed on Leo you did the same.

He could’ve sworn you lingered a little more, going so far as to whisper something to him because Leo gave a little huff of a laughter and smiled. He definitely slid his hand away from your lower back quite slowly.

Maybe, just maybe...

One patrol night he got stuck with Leo while Mikey and Donnie were doing rounds on the truck. They were scouting out a bank that was rumored to be hit soon by a group of robbers. Raph didn’t mention you, in fact he patiently waited for these robbers to possibly show up.

Something vibrated and his gaze landed on Leo who was reaching a hand into his pocket to pull out his phone. His concentrated and serious featured softening with whatever he read on the screen. He typed back something quick, shaking his head from whatever image or words or whatever had been provoked out of him. “Everything good?” Raphael asked, Leo nodded as if back to ‘normal’ and that absolutely was suspicious in his book.

That night didn’t yield any resolution and honestly it’s around this time that Raph regrets this little task that had occupied his time. He had originally decided to leave it as inconclusive, at some point You two dummies had to say or do something. He had been rummaging his room for his hand wraps, more than ready to get his nightly workout in order. When he had come up empty handed he exited towards Leo’s room, he always had them which annoyed the red banded brute.

His first mistake was not knocking or making his incoming presence known. A rookie mistake considering he lived with three young adult brothers.

His second mistake was just barging in like he owned the place. An annoyed “Jesus Leo quick taking my shit” spewing out of him.

If mistakes One and Two had been adverted he wouldn’t be standing here, wide eyed and frozen.

Because he really didn’t need to see his brother stark ass naked on top of his best friend who he basically considered a little sister, equally naked to boot. There was a solid fifteen seconds where Raphael didn’t know if he running out was the best option, mumbling a ‘shit my bad’ was better or if covering his eyes and screaming at his brother that he better be a gentlemen to you cause you’re a great gal.

Leonardo’s hands cupped your exposed breast for modesty sake, the need for the ground to dramatically open up and swallow him whole heavy in his mind. You had squeaked when Raph barged in, hands super glued to Leo’s rear and god why couldn’t you scream and let go and scream some more.

Raphael finally turned around, an embarrassed heat breaking over his body as he groaned in disgust. “Shit fuck, sorry sorry! I didn’t see shit!” Oh but he did and oh did he crave bleach. “Raph get out! This is why you knock!” Leo chucked a pillow at his brothers shell. You had finally let go of Leo’s rear, covering your face in mortification. “Hang a sock or something outside then!! I can’t read minds!” Raph bellowed.

Mistake number 3 happened because Raphael was a drama Queen through and through and the shouting only helped to alert his brothers towards the room.

“Can you two not fight for five whole minu-OH GOD SORRY!” Donatalleo had exited as quickly as he had approached the room. Mikey thankfully barely saw anything since Raph and Donnie yanked him out which Leo was thankful, he knew Mikey would never let this situation go.

A very quiet hour passed by.

Nobody wanting to say anything. Mikey had left for the tunnels to skateboard for a while. Donnie had thrown himself into truck repairs not even wanting to discuss what his eyes had briefly seen.

And Raphael had sat on the couch, every few minutes making a face whenever his brain decided to bring back the nights events. He heard movement from Leo’s room, the small pitter patter that belonged to your feet. Raph kept his gaze down, whatever playing on the tv long forgotten, he saw your feet when they tentatively approached the couch.

“Um Raph” Your tone was hushed.

“Didn’t see anything, matter of fact nothing happened” Raph grabbed the remote, you sat down and sighed. “Listen you weren’t the one with your tits out here” You crossed your arms grumbling, Raph almost chortled but then he remembered Leo and simply made a face.

“Why didn’t you tell me you and him were a thing? We’re friends, I mean you can do better but you know” He smiled when he felt your elbow smack his arm. “He’s really nice don’t be so mean” You sat back on the corner, Raph looked at you, you were wearing an oversized shirt clearly spending the night.

“Sorry for ah, not knocking” Raph spoke softly.

“Sorry for no telling you I had it bad for your brother” You smirked, enjoying Raph’s disgruntled expression.

You scooted close and hugged his massive arm, Raph smiled. “He better be good to ya... and well, don’t break his heart, he’s an ass but he’s my big brother” You nodded against his arm.

You had stayed for a little before returning back to Leo’s room, the leader was reading on his bed but quickly looked up when you came in. “Everything alright?” He asked tentatively. You nodded climbing into bed and in between his legs to lay on him. “We could’ve so gone a better way telling everybody, at least it’s out and we can just be ourselves” You rested against him, Leo’s chin a top your head.

He wrapped his arms tightly around you and smiled. “I’m never living this down but I’m happy we can just be ourselves” He poked your sides earning an earnest squeal from you.

Outside Raphael could hear the quiet giggling and laughter. He was happy for the two of you, it made sense.

Mikey walked in, board in hand and sweaty from skating for hours.

“So Leo loses his V card first, huh brah?”

Raphael groaned.

[luckycharms1701]

Raph grins when Mikey, chest puffed out, yells “Dare!” at him. The look on his face alarms you, and you aren’t the only one. Leo sighs and puts his head in his hands. “Raph, whatever you’re thinking, just don’t.” Raph’s grin widens.

You and April had discovered that the turtles had never experienced a proper sleepover and immediately set about fixing that. Of course, that includes the normal sleepover games, and the turtles are currently going nuts over Truth or Dare.

“I dare you-” Raph uncharacteristically allows a moment of silence, making you think he’s spending too much time with Donnie the drama queen. Then he drops a literal bomb on the whole crew by gesturing to you. “-to give shorty over there a kiss.”

Chaos erupts. Leo is yelling at Raph, Donnie and April are cackling, and you think Mikey might have grown wings from how fast he jumps up. Raph is sitting in the middle of it all, smug grin on his face as he stares you down.

You are frozen in place, eyes wide as your brain reboots. You immediately regret ever telling your best friend anything about your feelings for his brother. He had been pushing you to confess, but you had never imagined he would go this far.

Your staredown with the red-banded turtle is interrupted by said brother kneeling in front of you. You gulp as you look up into kind blue eyes. He looks... nervous?

The chaos continues behind him, Donnie and Raph now both ganging up against Leo as April films. Mikey hesitates, then opens his mouth. "Yo- Are- Is this okay?" he stutters. Add another notch to the 'turtles being uncharacteristic' column. You blink at him, then consider his question.

This could be your only chance.

You swallow, then look into his eyes as you nod. No regrets, no fear. You are rewarded by his shoulders lowering as his trademark grin spreads over his face. He leans towards you, putting a cool hand on your overwarm cheek as he whispers, "That's my girl." Your heart stumbles in your chest at the thought of being his girl.

Your eyes close as his lips brush yours, soft and sweet. He pulls back far too quickly for your tastes, and you chase him unconsciously. He chuckles as you open your eyes and are immediately enveloped by the warmth in his gaze. You lean into the hand on your cheek.

His breath catches as his eyes grow impossibly warmer. You recall, suddenly, that some of the hottest flames burn blue. You tilt your head up to him as he leans back to you, pressing more firmly against your lips this time.

You're going to have to thank Raph later, you think hazily. Dammit.

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

How would the turtles deal with a s/o that’s depressed and unmotivated to the point where they’re neglecting their hygiene and body this is personal to me because I’ve been like this for the past like 3 months

sorry this has taken so long and I’m really sorry to hear what you’re going through. I know how tough depression can be and it’s an awful thing to face alone so I hope you’ve reached out for help xox

Leo

I always say this but Leo plans ahead

you haven’t showered in 2 days and you’re looking a little rough from it

so he sets little challenges

“go and brush your teeth and then we’ll watch your favourite movie”

15 more minutes in bed and then you have to eat something, I’ll make that breakfast you really love!”

he makes everything into a treat, basically. 

just to motivate you even a little bit

lets you know that you can tell him anything and he’ll try and help

Raph

oh Raph will do anything for you

when he notices you haven’t showered in a while he pics yo up and puts you in a nice warm bath, washing you himself

because he cares that much

lays out fresh cloths for you every day and praise the shirt out of you when you do finally get dressed

makes sure you know that you can talk to him about anything that is getting you down

he might not be good with words but he can listen and understand

Mikey

poor boy hates to see you suffering the way you are

he’ll mostly just cuddle you through your time in a depressive, bedridden state but when he realises you haven’t even been getting up to wash

he tries to make it fun 

he’ll get bath bombs and rubber duckies and bathe with you so you have some company 

do that little bath foam beard and hair thing to make you laugh

and when you do laugh his heart sings a little

always checking in on you and your mood and asking if you feel “up to anything today?”

Donnie

Donnie kind of understand neglecting hygiene 

sometimes he’s so wrapped up in work he forgets to wash

but when he sees you like that it devastates him because he knows how you feel

gets you a nice tasting mouth was so you can just swirl it around your mouth and swallow it instead of going to the bathroom to rinse and spit

buys you some dry shampoo for your hair and helps you brush through it

wet wipes to clean yourself up a little bit

he doesn’t want to push you too hard in case he breaks you so just little things to clean you up a bit

[heyheydidjaknow]

It is 6 am. I know that it reads like I’ve never heard of pacing. Trust me, I’m aware. Quite frankly, I am entirely too tired to care. It might not even be as bad as I think it is. It’s possible, I guess, but not likely, I don’t think. I don’t have proofreaders, and it’s probably too edgy or too soon for more edge but you’re along for my ride and I’m sorry. I’ll probably rewrite it at some point, but right now I’m happy I’m even awake right now to post it. My eyes hurt and I'm a little queasy but we are powering through. Having said that, let's torture some fucking teenagers.

Chapter 12

Donatello stares at the small knife intensely.

It is an incredibly boring-looking one. Knowing as little as he does about culinary arts, he does not know the exact use of it, its size and shape giving him very little insight into its use in that environment. He is willing to make an educated guess and assume the blade itself is made of carbon steel, which is not exactly a strange choice for a knife in his opinion. It is not a combat or survival knife. It is hardly sturdy enough to last long in a combat setting. He is tempted to call Mikey to ask him to identify it for a second but thinks better of it.

After all, it fell out of your pocket. Questions would be asked.

He picks it up off the floor, weighing it in his hand. ‘This is a kitchen knife, right?’ He picks your jacket off the floor, folding it neatly and placing it on the back of a chair. ‘Why would she carry around a kitchen knife?’ He rests his head on his arms, holding the offending tool in front of his eyes, continuing to analyze it. ‘To fight? She knows carrying around a knife like this with no combat experience is a bad idea, right? Don’t people usually use pepper spray or something when they want to defend themselves?’

An image flashes into his head. You, standing alone in an alley, pointing this poor excuse of a weapon at a member of The Foot or the Purple Dragon. You, falling back and hitting your head and bleeding out with a knife sticking in your side because you fell on it wrong—‘It’s not even in a sheathe’—and trying to crawl back out into the street, begging to god not to—

He blinks, noticing his knuckles going pale around the handle, mouth weirdly dry.

He swallows. He forces his grip to loosen. ‘That’s dramatic.’ He gets up, slipping the knife back into the pocket of your jacket, hoping he put it in the right one. ‘She’s fine. She’s probably just scared after everything that’s happened. It won’t come to that.’

He sets back down, picking the last gas mask up and turning it over in his hands to give him something to do. He will not have time to properly test whether it works exactly as planned, but he is fairly certain that it and its brothers should allow them to breathe with little difficulty when they need to go into the TCRI building through the elevator shaft. If that is the plan they go with, anyways-- he had elected to stay out of the planning party, seeing as creating explosives strong enough to destroy the portal is enough of a challenge on its own, and he has faith in you and his eldest brother to come up with a good course of action. You guys always did. Bradford was dead after all, a fact that he had been informed made their lives considerably easier. In your words, “Mousers are the fucking worst, and if Bradford had gone off and recruited Stockman, we would have to deal with all of that way sooner.” You had quickly admitted that you did not know how long the peace would last, but you seemed pretty satisfied by the way things were happening overall, despite his accidentally causing the power cell to be stolen—“We’ll have the whole thing under control after this mission, don’t you worry.”

You had also claimed that you had the staking out of Shredder’s lair under control, but that is neither here nor there.

The door to his lab slides open. “Donnie,” you call, “we need to go over the game plan. How’re the explosives coming?”

‘Why is there a knife in your pocket instead of a taser?’ “Theoretically? Well.” He shrugs, getting to his feet. “I can’t really test if they work, but they’re good to go, probably.”

You smile teasingly. “They’re not gonna go off randomly?”

“Probably not.”

“Probably?” Your smile widens.

“No promises.”

“Well,” you grin, “I sure hope they’re good explosives in that case; wouldn’t wanna almost bleed out again.”

His stomach churns. “For sure,” he agrees, crossing the room as you start to “walk” back to the war room/kitchen. “Have you guys decided on anything?”

“Well,” you sigh, “Leo’s bein’ Leo if that’s what you mean. I don’t mind their plan, mind, but it seems a bit silly.” You hold the door open for him. “After you.”

“Dude, totally.” Mikey nods eagerly in agreement to something someone said. “I can get him on board, on prob.”

“Good.” Leonardo taps his finger against the blueprint splayed across the counter. “Now all we need is a big enough box.”

“There should be crates down by the docks.” Raphael looks over at you. “Any stores up top sell ‘em that big?”

“Probably.” You lean against the doorway as Donnie steps past you. “You guys know we don’t know what they’re breathing, right?”

“Yeah. So?” The green-eyed brother gestures to him. “He can figure out letting us breathe.”

“Can and did, but I’m not sure that’s what she’s talking about.” The tall boy crosses his arms across his chest absentmindedly. “If the gases they’re breathing are highly flammable—which, knowing the absurd biology of the Kraang, isn’t out of the question—” You stifle a laugh, covering your mouth, “using explosives in there might blow the roof off the place.”

“That’s good, ain’t it?”

“Not If you don’t want to be pressure cooked, no.”

“Is there some other way to destroy the portal?” Leonardo laced his fingers together, leaning his elbows on the worn island.

“Without knowing the metal they’re using?” He shakes his head. “Even if we did, I’m not sure if I could safely create hydrochloric or nitric acid, especially on such short notice, let alone transport it.”

“Then we’re screwed.” Raph looks off. “Perfect.”

“Unless you feel confident in busting out of that building on a time crunch, we’d need someone to be close enough to the bomb to actually use the detonator. Seeing as we need all hands on deck, we really don’t have anyone that could fit the bill.” Even with his back to you, you notice his tension. “Unless you guys just want to crack a window or something, but that would kinda negate the point of doing the whole stealth thing, setting off an obvious alarm.”

“That’s not true.” Mikey points out the obvious. “Y/N could do it.”

“I’m down,” you shrug, moving your hands to slide in your nonexistent pockets. “You’d need to let me know when to do it so I don’t fry you guys, but I might as well add domestic terrorism to my non-existent rap sheet.” You smile wryly at that.

You think you hear Donnie mutter something before speaking up. “I’m not sure there are any buildings high enough up or close enough to be an effective--”

“Sure there is.” Mikey, again. “There’s that apartment building across that alley. It’s plenty tall.”

“Oh yeah, huh?” Raph smiles sharply. “Even has a fire escape to climb.”

The idea of climbing anything anywhere makes you want to vomit, but the idea of having to deal with whatever goes on with the saving of Leatherhead later is enough to ignore it. ‘Stop being a pussy,’ you reprimand yourself, feeling vertigo already. ‘It’s a fucking ladder. A twenty-story high ladder, yeah, but it's still just a ladder.’

“She can’t use a ladder,” the tallest brother protests. “She can’t use one of her legs.”

“Then she can take the stairs, or we can carry her there before we go.” You take slow, deep, quiet breaths. “It’s no big deal. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind doing it, right?”

You are suddenly incredibly grateful that you are leaning against a doorframe. The idea of being carried over buildings, twenty stories into the air, makes the ground sway underneath you. You subtly dig your fingernails into the walls on impulse, trying to slowly relieve the pressure.

“It’s not about—What are you even talking about?” You barely register his bashful embarrassment, swallowing thickly. “I’m just saying…”

You can barely hear them, shutting your eyes as you feel sticky, warm blood on your fingertips, dripping down in between your digits. You wipe the phantom liquid off on your jeans quickly, thoroughly, opening your eyes to see what you register as the other three ragging on Donnie about something you do not catch. You lock your knees to keep them from shaking as bad as your hands, ignoring the nausea and staring straight ahead. ‘Your folks didn’t raise a wuss. Your hands aren’t wet. Snap out of it.’

You force yourself to focus on counting threads in your sleeves. You get to thirty-five before you feel someone shaking your shoulder.

“Dude, you alright?” Mikey was waving a hand in front of your face, having apparently crossed the room from his seat on the counter. “Hello?”

Your eyes snap up from your wrist to look at him. “Hm? Yeah, totally.” You nod. “Just zoned out is all.”

He put the back of his hand to your forehead as if he knew what he was looking for. “You sure? You look sick.”

You nod again. “Just didn’t sleep well last night. I’m fine.”

“Do you plan on zoning out during the mission?” Raphael smirked. “Don—”

“No,” you cut him off sharply. “I’ll be fine. When are you guys going?”

“A couple of hours.” Donnie is staring holes into you. “The hours listed online say actual people work until then, but the actual building is open for another few hours, so by the time we get far enough down to hopefully not feel the effects of the blast, we won’t have to worry about witnesses or people getting caught up in it.”

“Awesome.” You start out the door, using the walls to limp back to the lab. “Meetcha back here in an hour.”

He runs after you. “Need me to come with you? I can help pick a crate out.” The way his words spill out is not lost on you. “O-or I could drive you there if you want—it’s bad to walk around so much on your leg, especially at night.”

“If you don’t mind vomit in your party-wagon, sure.” You slip through the gap in the door, grabbing your jacket and pulling it on. “Honestly, Donnie, I’m fine.”

“But—”

“I walk home all the time.” You use the chair to roll over to your walker, snapping it open and getting to your feet. “I’m just going to go to a hardware store, buy a couple of the largest boxes they have, grab some dinner, and come back. Besides, you have to worry about getting in, right? I’ll be fine, really.”

He wants to argue. He does not.

“Text me if you need anything while I’m out.” You maneuver past him with a bit of difficulty. “Want me to pick up some pizza while I’m out?”

“… yeah.” He nods, shaking off the feeling sinking into his gut with a bit of difficulty. “If you want some, you’ll have to eat it on your own, though.”

You smile back at him. “I’ll get something else to eat,” you roll your eyes, voice oozing with honey seemingly unintentionally. “Don’t you worry too hard about me, now; your brothers give you a hard enough time as is.”

“Don’t get yourself killed and I’ll think about it,” he jokes, mostly serious.

You laugh. “I’ll try, Dad.”

He has never noticed how loud you walk until today. Maybe it is just that it is unusually loud in comparison to him and his brothers, or maybe it is the sound of it knocking around the concrete walls of the lair bouncing the sound off the walls, but he cannot help but notice it, how easily he can identify where you are just by listening. How has he never noticed that? ‘You could hear her down the street, walking past. Anyone with ears could tell where she is, no problem.’

He feels himself grip onto the door to keep himself from running after you and insisting he come with you. ‘If someone can hear her walking down the street, someone can hear her scream. They’ll call someone. Who would leave a teenage girl to get attacked?’ He does not answer his question.

He shuts the door. ‘And she has a point. I still need to figure out how to get us into TCRI without the cameras catching us.’ He sits back at his workstation to think. ‘It doesn’t have to be too advanced. A remote-controlled dolly wouldn’t take much time to build, and I have the code already.’

It is not an effective distraction, but it is enough to preoccupy him for a solid half an hour.

--

You are back at the time you say you are going to be back. The trip did not take you long, although carrying the boxes and food was an unforeseen challenge, and you bought yourself a burrito and soda, so all is well. You and the guys eat in the kitchen, you do not have another episode and, all in all, you almost forget about the fact you will have to be carried up a twenty-story building.

Standing and staring up at the building they had ended up next to is an easy reminder.

You swallow your dinner back, mouth dry. ‘Commit.’ You fold your walker up, hiding it behind a dumpster and hooking your arms around Donnie’s neck before you can chicken out, shutting your eyes tight, the humming of their van—you had walked—doing nothing to ease your nerves. You hear the others say something before the engine roars back to life, the tires squealing against the asphalt as they drive off.

“I’m not going to drop you,” he promises, barely noticing the extra weight as he hooks one of his arms under your thigh to pull your body flush against his. Your legs immediately tighten into a vice-like grip around his middle, pulling him even closer.

“Fucking better not.” He starts to scale the building with a bit of difficulty, with one arm otherwise preoccupied. “I’ll haunt your ass.”

He smiles at that. He jumps up, grabbing onto the railing of a fire escape and earning a squeak of terror and a quiet string of obscenities from you. He takes longer than usual out of necessity but finds a quiet joy in how hard you cling to him, swallowing laughs drawn out by your swears—his personal favorite is, “Oh fuck me Mother Mary!” which is a result of him overshooting the railing, resulting in both of you violently swinging back and forth for a time.

“Are we on solid ground?” Your voice is pleading.

“We’re on the roof, yeah.”

You let go, sliding down to your knees and lacing your fingers together behind your neck, breathing for the first time in the eternity—two minutes—it had taken to get there. You want to cry, your heart pounding out of your chest as you try to catch your breath.

“Are you okay?”

You nod once, shifting back and putting your head between your knees to regain your head.

‘Did I do something wrong?’ He crouched down in front of you, concerned. “You sure?”

You nod again.

“Are you being honest?”

“I will be in a sec,” you snap shakily.

He backs off, staying in that position.

You give yourself a count of fifteen before looking back up at him. “I’m good.” You take a deep breath, pulling yourself into him again. “Let’s do this shit before I’m not.”

The journey over is painfully silent, other than your guys’ breathing. Balance is the only real problem throughout. Holding you and making sure not to crush you makes the normal measures he would normally use to soften his falls impossible, meaning his jumps cannot be as high or far as normal—the last thing you need on top of everything else is a concussion. The trip might have been rendered shorter had it not been for the need for the Kraang to know nothing of their whereabouts, but he does not think it is too long until he moves to let go of you.

You do not let go of him.

“Y/N?”

Nothing.

“Y/N,” he says again, “we’re here.”

You do not move to let go of you, your heartbeat thundering against his chest.

“I’m going to set you down.” He unhooks your legs, lowering himself and setting you on the floor. “See?” He unlatches your arms, gently pulling you away from him.

Your face is white as a sheet, mind only barely registering the fact you were on solid ground. He would be concerned you were dead had it not been your incredibly fast pulse. You stared straight ahead, eyes unfocused.

You blink, pushing the hair out of your face as you get to your feet. “Sorry,” you mumble. “Zoned out. Tired.”

He hesitantly gives you the detonator. “Alright,” he relents. “You know the plan, right? You remember it still?”

“I’m scared, not dumb.” Your face flushes. “Sorry. That was mean.”

He blinks, confused. “It’s fine,” he shrugs. “Lack of sleep can cause irritability, especially in teenagers.” His voice is soft despite his own anxiety about the whole plan. He hands you your phone. “I’ll come back to pick you up. If I don’t in two hours, text me. If I don’t respond…” he trails off.

Your stomach drops. “You will,” you assure him firmly. “I know you will.”

“If I don’t,” he nods in agreement, if only for your sake, “hell will’ve frozen over anyway.”

You chuckle nervously at that. You reach over, cupping his face in your hands. “Seriously, though,” you make him look at you properly, “kick their asses for me.”

He smiles, his face heating up under your hands. “You got it.” He gets up. “See ya, then.” He smiles tipsily, waves, and runs off.

You watch him bound rooftops, grateful he had seemingly not noticed the violent shaking of your hands as you set the electronics down. You swallow again, dragging yourself and leaning your back against the ledge, crossing your legs in front of you. You lean over, placing the detonator down next to you carefully and picking your phone up. You shakily input the passcode, turn the volume as low as it would go, and press the speaker to your ear, sinking into a song with a slow exhale of breath. While you had refused yourself any illicit substances for the same reason you had gotten rid of your sleeping pills, you saw no issue with relying on music for some stress relief, the familiarity of the slower song letting your heartbeat match its rhythm.

You reach down, pulling your pant leg up and carefully peeling the tape from your good leg, wrapping your fingers around the handle of the paring knife and holding it at your side. Sure, you know, logically, it would do little but hinder you in a fight, but you felt as though you needed something, anything to make you feel less weak. You already feel the embarrassment from clinging onto him so tightly, tears pricking at your eyes. “You’re the literal definition of a damsel in distress,” you mumble, scoffing at yourself. “A young, unmarried woman who is in distress. A crazy damsel in distress at that.” You blink them away. “God, you’re really fucking pathetic, huh?” You chuckle, swallowing again and pressing the phone closer to your ear. “You’re almost a fucking adult and you’re scared of a little height and a little blood. Perspective, Y/N.”

It feels like an hour of sitting, knees now at your chest as you listen to music to take the edge off—‘Like taking ibuprofen for an amputation.’ Regardless of how effective it is, it does something, at least, and that is all you can ask for right now.

You jump out of your skin when your phone buzzes with a text. You fumble with it, pulling it to your face to read Casey asking if you were still free next Tuesday for his stupid fucking game. You text him back that, yes, you are, and hope he stubs his toe for the false alarm.

--

The text comes at eleven-o-three.

You almost drop the phone, the message “NOW” crossing your screen. You pick the device up carefully, craning your neck back to glance at the building across the street, feeling as though you missed something incredibly important despite knowing the contrary. You swallow one more time and slam your hand down on the button.

The sound of the explosion roars in your ears, your eyes widening at the light now illuminating the roof, images of that night burning in your head and squeezing your throat. You drop the detonator, covering your ears as the ground in front of you is seemingly set alight. It barely registers to you that it is a cold autumn night. Why would you care when all you can hear is screaming? Why bother when your heart is begging to be let out of your chest, when your blood is pooling under you and all your scars are open? All you can see as you shudder, shutting your eyes tightly, is that man’s sides slashed with glass, warm red dripping out of him and onto the dashboard.

You look up, choking on your fear.

You remember what you forgot.

The walls of the top three floors of TCRI?

They are made entirely of the glass now showering down on you.

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