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tr boys with a hispanic!mom headcanons

| Contents: General headcanons SFW , reader is written as you, mom reader

for the sake of this everyone is alive, izana and mikey live together, you’re a single mother. (idk how many times I’ve had to redo this entire post bc my tumblr would decide to be a total bitch and mess up the entire writing process.)

Including: mikey, takemichi, draken, haitani brothers

Manjiro Sano

# he’s SOMEWHAT of a good kid, he’s just a little trouble maker in the house.

# constantly fighting with izana and you’re the only one who can break them up. shinichiro and emma both try but the it never get through their big skulls.

# you stand in front of mikey with a look that practically says “I’m gonna pop you if you don’t behave” and he straightens himself up real quick.

# he’s not afraid of anyone but his mom, and not because you’re mean or anything— you’re one of the most fun moms ever according to him. you’re rarely strict with him and let him have his friends over. he’s just afraid because when you’re pissed off, you’re pissed off as FUCK. and that means everyone in the house is gonna get a lecture over the smallest things.

# threaten to get the wooden spoon and take away his sweets— that wakes him up straight away in the morning.

# mikey cant speak spanish, but he understands it well. he’s your translator when you guys are both out together, at the store or with some friends. there is no language barrier to be truly honest, he understands that you are more comfortable speaking in your native language and as his mother he makes sure you don’t feel like you have to force yourself to speak japanese.

# if you’re more comfortable speaking both and you can fluently speak them, then by all means do it. he can’t really stop you since you’re his parent.

# his only chore in the house is to wash the dishes. he’s too lazy to do anything else. you’re a fun mom so at times you don’t really make him do anything else. he washes the dishes effectively either way so win win.

# when he was younger, coming home from the dojo always tired him out (even if it didn’t show to anyone). he was always a laid back kid. so you make him his favorite food and prepare a little bubble bath for him, which he enjoys.

# his hair is always silky because of the hair products you buy. you take the time to brush his hair because as a mother you enjoy it. his hair always smells nice after he washes it because he uses the coconut leave in cream you bought him.

# has never once gotten a real attitude with you. he’s always respectful and thinks it’s rude when he says something with a bad tone. he will immediately apologize, and hug you.

# he loves to sleep as a teen because when he was younger you always took naps with him. when he was tired and you weren’t, he would always ask for you to help him go to sleep.

# takes spanish lessons everyday so that he can hopefully learn to speak your language.

# one time you took all of the kids to your home town, and they LOVED it. shinichiro was a total kid when it came to your home town. he’s been here 2 times before when izana was only a baby. and Izana doesn’t remember much but he loved it either way. mikey and emma loved it so much that they begged to stay.

# you remind him that if he skips school he’ll be grounded for as long as he lives.

# overall 9/10 kid, except for the times when he’s picking fights with izana.

Takemichi Hanagaki

# he’s totally a good kid, always does his chores. never has an attitude.

# he cried for everything as a baby, you couldn’t even put him down.

# he also can’t speak spanish, but he understands it well! he’s also your translator when you’re in public.

# brings home a’s and b’s and when you see his grades you congratulate him with a big smile and some cake.

# you actually can’t say congratulations, or refrigerator. in japanese OR English. he attempts not to laugh when you mess it up.

# you took him on a drive with his uncle through the woods. your brother was teaching his nephew how to hunt deer. that’s the first time he didn’t eat meat for dinner.

# AN ONLY CHILD, after giving birth to him you decided one was enough. you were not trying to be greedy and so was your deadbeat husband.. apparently he thought 0 was enough. he left so why does he matter 🤷🏻‍♀️

# he gets scolded for forgetting to wash his dirty shirts, and leaving his dirty underwear everywhere. his only problem is laundry in the house.

# you taught him spanish before he started middle school, and his accent is somewhat off but either way the words go perfectly.

# surprisingly (not really) he’s never gotten popped by you! he’s been a decent kid and baby.

# bottle baby, not a boobie baby. after 3 months of being breastfed you tried the bottle way and he stuck with it ever since.

# he will only invite Chifuyu over, sometimes he will bring Peke J over. I’ve never seen a hispanic mother or father own a cat, so you really didn’t know what to think of the cat.

# he loves listening to spanish music, he loves daddy yankee and is not afraid to say it aloud.

# enjoys eating sweet plantains and mofongo.

# favorite song from your playlist is “Danza Kuduro by Don Omar”

# HE LOVES TAMARINDOS, he’ll ask every chance he gets to buy some. he eats them until he gets those little tastebud bumps and his tongue starts to sting.

# his hair also has a beautiful texture because of the products you buy.. also he gels his hair as a teen with “Suavecito Pomade”.. 😭

# you also take the time to brush his hair for him, it’s really pretty and almost like the texture of your hair.

# when he’s sick he genuinely hates when you tell him that putting on Vix Vapo Rub will help him feel better. he’ll be like “mom I’m sick can I stay home today?” and you’ll be like “No, no te quedarás en casa. Ve a tomar un medicamento y ponte Vix! (no you’re not staying home. go take some medicine and get the vix!)”

# overall 10/10 kid. you don’t have many problems with him.

Ken Ryuguji (Draken)

# you’re so surprised on how this boy grew so tall. his father was around 5,9 and you’re probably around 5’6. so how in the hell is this kid 6’1?

# he’s a great kid, he’s constantly respectful and does all his chores, he even goes out of the way to do extra whenever you’re tired.

# also an only child, but he loves it because it means less stress put upon you. he does all the groceries and cooks in the house as a thank you for always taking care of him as a single mother with NO help whatsoever.

# constantly tells you how he’s proud to be your son.

# he speaks fluent spanish, no language barrier whatsoever! he learned japanese first in school but learns to understand and speak spanish at home. he thinks it’s more efficient if he can do both.

# he brings over the founding members of toman a lot, and you let him. he’s a really good kid and you’re proud of him.

# you found out how him and mikey became friends and you scolded him for 2 weeks straight. mikey snickered watching his friend get scolded.

# the type of kid you had to tell to fix his face because he looked pissed off all the time.

# never acted up outside the house, he was presentable all the time.

# you’ve only threatened him a couple of times to be quiet by saying “callate” while him and his friends were over.

# you’re a fun mom in his opinion, he never feels bored at home because you’ve always got something new waiting for him at home.

# all his friends feel at home when they’re at your house, they all call you mom as well.

# although he loves his mom, when he got to the age of driving he hated that you were in the car with him. you were fine with him driving a motorcycle, because when you were younger your family always took rides on four wheelers and small motor bikes. but when it comes to a car, even you have to be careful with your child.

# he’s not allowed to have baji over when you’re not in the house. baji has a tendency to set things on fire when you’re gone. the last time it happened the kitchen almost burned down because he tried to make eggs on his own. he managed to burn WATER, apparently said from draken.

# when he overworks himself in the house you don’t bother to scold him because you know he is constantly working hard for you. you’re proud of the type of kid he turned out to be.

# also likes tamarindos, enjoy cracking the shell and enjoying the sour and sweet taste it has.

# he likes farruko to be honest. 105 F Remix is his favorite song.

# draken likes to do his own hair now. but when he was younger you wouldn’t let him wear his hair in a ponytail because you though he was cute with it out.

# when he got a tattoo and shaved the side of his hair you were astonished as to where the idea even came from. but you thought it was really nice, you just warned him to tell you next time he did something like that.

# overall 10/10 kid. you love him with your heart. and he loved his very fun hispanic mother.

Haitani Brothers (Ran & Rindou)

# ran was the problem child out of the two of them. you constantly had to scold him on skipping school.

# rindou wasnt that much of a bad kid, only when he took after his brother did you really start scolding him.

# ran was the type of kid to get popped on the arm or head when he misbehaved in public. while rindou was the type of kid to get his ear pulled.

# with those two you had to bring your wooden spoon EVERYWHERE. because when one little monkey sees and does something, the other one sees it too and does the same thing.

# rindou was the only one out of them both to attempt to learn Spanish, so he can speak and understand it. ran is a lazy ass child so he doesn’t understand it or speak it whatsoever. luckily you know japanese and speak it to him whenever you’re scolding him.

# both of them are scared of you when you’re pissed off because both of them are in for it. the slightest thing that ticks you off will set the entire bomb of your anger off and now their in for hours upon hours of your yelling.

# they better get to doing chores and cleaning their room when your mad because those two will never hear the end of it if they don’t do something you like.

# when you realized both of them started causing trouble around town— and when I mean trouble, i mean picking fights with older guys at the ages of 12 and 13— they got their asses handled.

# when they got sent to juvie for causing a guys death, you visited them everyday. you expressed how disappointed you were with them, and that you couldn’t believe that they took it this far.

# they both hated that you were disappointed in them and made their hearts shatter. the look you gave them while shaking your head and mumbling in spanish almost brought them to tears. you? ashamed of them? how could this happen?

# they were picky eaters as kids, they didn’t like to eat plain white rice or anything that was unseasoned. they loved when you made pork chops and yellow rice and beans, it was like their favorite meal. they asked for it every night, and when you told them you had already made it they would start pouting.

# they’re not allowed to have any friends over, they all scare you. you’ve threatened to call the police on them because one of them was smoking in your house.

# they went to church with you a lot when they were younger. as teens now, they use the phrase “en el nombre del padre hijo y del espíritu santo” before they knock someone out cold while fighting. if they manage to leave a gruesome scene they say “amen” every time.

# rindou wears glasses while ran wears contacts. ran hates wearing his glasses you bought him so he got his own contacts. rindou couldn’t care less and wore his glasses. everytime they wake up and forget to wear either of them, you laugh when they run into something or can’t read something.

# they’ve never actually had attitudes with you, they’re usually respectful.

# they get their tempers from you. and their little sassy stances are from you too.

# ran enjoys even now when you brush his hair. you were always the one to braid it when he was younger.

# rindou also hates when you tell him to put on Vix Vapo Rub when he’s sick. he doesn’t like the smell of it, it burns his nose.

# one time when they were both around 2 and 3, they accidentally got into the jar of grease while you were in the shower. they were both sitting in their play pens and you had accidentally left out the baby cream and grease you were previously using to put on them after they showered first.

# when you came out of the shower they were covered in grease and were all shiny. both of the boy’s hair was sticky with grease. thank god they didn’t put it in their mouths.

# they enjoy going out with you as teens, the scared looks everyone gives them as they walk carefree through the stores while you have no idea why everyone is staring.

# it’s hard for them to do chores on their own time because all they do is lounge around or leave the house.

# overall 8/10 kids. the only issues you have with them is the behavior outside of the house as teens.

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greatlyblessed · 1 year

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Crossover Poll Propaganda

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So me and @ilovebeingaturtle got to joking around and then the jokes went to 'hey what if--?' to 'YEAH LETS DO IT' so. YET ANOTHER propaganda that got way out of hand. This thing is a 15 page google doc and we haven't even finished ya'll--

So anyway more propaganda!! This one featuring the '87 crew from For Future Reference, and Team 4 from A Mixed Bag. Also a lot of Leonardo POV. It's all Leonardo POV--

Leonardo kept his head down, focusing on the sweeping he’d been ordered to do. By Mikey. Because he’d declared himself leader and everyone else agreed he’d be better it than Leonardo--

“Hey Raph! Find more trash bags?” Mikey asked, as the Raph of their team returned.

“Yeah,” he said. “Told you we should have double-bagged them, those pieces are sharp.”

“There’s also a lot! We had like, two bags! I didn’t think they’d all fit!” Mikey defended.

Leonardo’s team never argued with him like this. Raphael would question things, sometimes, but they didn’t argue.

He swept a little too viciously, scattering glass shards instead of collecting them.

“Hey!” Mikey called. “Pay attention over there, Leonardo! And don’t step on any glass!”

“I won’t,” Leonardo called bitterly, not looking up. Saying things like that was supposed to be his job.

“-can you believe the pizza toppings they had to offer over there? Not even a trace of chocolate fudge!”

“No kidding! I was hoping to bring back a coconut and sweet pickles slice for Leonardo, you know as an apology for ditching? No dice. Honestly it’s unbelievable…”

“Eh. I just nabbed some of the popcorn to scatter on mine. At times like this, improvisation is the solution.”

Leonardo’s head snapped up. He knew those voices. He dropped the broom, running towards the sounds. And there they were.

“Michelangelo! Donatello! Raphael!” he cried, grinning widely. “I found you!”

The three turtles look surprised, albeit happy to see him, but Michelangelo recovers first, “like, sure did! Uh, when did you lose us again?”

Donatello meanwhile recoils, “Uh oh, you don’t think Leonardo changed his mind about covering for us, did he?”

“Uh oh-“

“Ah, ah-hold on,” Raphael quickly holds up his hands, “fellas, please. We’ve already done the case of mistaken identity gimmick last time, remember?”

“Oh, right. My mistake,” Leonardo said. “So, what are you guys doing in this part of the theater?”

“Getting pizza!”

“Tourism.”

“Hiding from our teammates.”

The other two glare at Donatello.

Leonardo planted his hands on his hips, giving the three a disapproving look. “Now fellas, you really shouldn’t be wandering off like that. I’m sure your Leonardo is missing you a lot right now.”

All three duck into their shells, chastised.

“Aw, gee Leonardo we were planning on going back after, honest!” Raphael defends, and the other two hurriedly nod their heads.

“We just needed a break, it’s these other new turtles, they’re…gosh how do I put this delicately-“

“About as pitch aware as a hoard of screaming cats fighting over tuna pizza dude,” Michelangelo finishes, “it’s just unbearable.”

“Leonardo’s completely fine with it, he’s still with them now! Got it completely under control. We were just holding him back honestly-“

Raphael shudders, clearly reminiscing on sour musical notes, “I sure know I nearly needed to be held back.”

Even if they weren’t really his brothers, the familiarity was soothing. “Well, since you’re here then, you can come help me finish cleaning up,” he said, gesturing for the others to follow him as he walked back towards where his current team were.

Raphael bristles, “hey-well hold on a minute, you’re not our Leonardo! Who says you can…”

He trails off, noticing the other two have already shrugged and started following.

There’s a sigh.

“Don’t know why I even bothered there,” he mumbles and joins.

Mikey and Donnie were bickering as Leonardo rounded the corner, something about how they didn’t need an entirely new wiring system, they just needed what they had to work. As he noticed Leonardo, Mikey abruptly cut off that argument and planted his hands on his hips. “And where did you run off to in such a hurry,” he scolded.

“I found some friends,” Leonardo said, a bit of a bite edging into his tone. He gestured at the other three turtles. “They’re not my team but, they’ve got a minute to help.”

Raphael slings his arm around Leonardo in content agreement, laying on his accent, “Mutant turtle repairman at your service, you break it, we fix it!”

Leonardo grins. “C’mon, let’s get all this swept up,” he said, gesturing at the pile of shattered glass and mirrors. “There’s more brooms over here in this closet-- be careful, and don’t step on any glass.”

Michelangelo salutes, while the other two roll their eyes at the concern but move to comply, “on it, oh fearless leader!”

“Hey, Donatello, why don’t you help Donnie with the lights?” Mikey said. “Spotlights still aren’t working quite right.”

Leonardo crossed his arms, giving Mikey a flat look. “Donnie can handle that on his own,” he said flatly.

“I would never turn down an opportunity to work with myself! Eager chuckle.” Donnie said, a light in his eyes that made Leonardo want to keep the alternate Donatello far away from him.

“Oh god it’s a variant of them,” Raphael utters like a man being told he needs to go back to war, meanwhile Donatello looks helplessly between the two ‘leaders’.

“Uh, Leonardo…?”

Leonardo put his hand on Donatello’s shoulder. “It’s okay. You can help with the sweeping,” he said. While he was speaking to Donatello, he never took his eyes off Mikey.

“…sensing a kinda weird vibe here,” Michelangelo starts, but Raphael pushes his teammate forward towards the brooms, ducking his head almost like he’s trying to dodge the tension in the air.

“Just get to sweeping buddy, just get to sweeping-“

“C’mon Leonardo! Why do you gotta be like this?!” Mikey whined. “Look just. Donatello can help with the wires okay? He’s a Donatello! He’s good at that!”

Donatello is starting to look mildly miffed, “heyyy, is that all I am to you?”

“Wh-- no?!” Mikey protested.

“Of course not!” Leonardo added.

“Aw, shucks, thanks Leonardo. It sure is nice to feel valued.”

Mikey groaned, briefly burying his face in his hands. “Look can we just. Please cut all this out,” he said, gesturing at Leonardo and Donatello. “See look, he’s not even working on the spotlights right now!”

Donnie, standing by the fusebox and not working, like Mikey had said, looked completely unrepentant. “Well excuse me, I haven’t had a chance to actually talk to a version of myself yet. Unlike other people in this room!”

“It’s not all that great,” Leonardo muttered, remembering the ways the other versions had talked down to them in their previous team-ups.

Donatello meanwhile squints at Mikey, “sorry, who are you supposed to be again?”

“Wh-- I’m Mikey!?” he said. “Michelangelo? Haven’t you met us before? Also,” he pointed at the mask across his face, “Orange?”

“Nope. No recollection.”

Raphael’s quiet singing drifts over as he sweeps, “Chim chiminey, Chim chiminey, Chim chim cher-ee,”

“Also I think I’d know if I was talking to a version of Michelangelo. You don’t seem the type.”

Raph let out a snicker. Mikey whipped around and glared at him. He smirked, “Yeah he’s got you there.”

“Well maybe if I didn’t have to keep you idiots from getting yourselves killed I would be able to be more of the wise guy!” Mikey yelled, flailing his arms around.

Michelangelo glances up from where he’s using the broom as a fake guitar instead of working, “Wiseguy? What are you talking about? That’s Raphael’s role!”

Raphael winks, “Present and accounted for!”

“Raph’s your funny one?!” Mikey cried. “Raph?!”

Said turtle cocks one hip and raises an eye bridge, “heyyy, careful with the pitch there buddy, they might hear you in other universes!”

Mikey stared for a long moment. Then he turned back to Leonardo and flung his hand out towards Raphael. “That’s your funny guy?”

Raphael shrugs helplessly at the fourth wall, “everyone’s a critic.”

“Not my funny guy,” Leonardo said quietly. As ill-timed as some of Raphael’s quips could be, hearing them from this version made Leonardo miss his even more keenly.

“Right,” Mikey said. The mood turned heavy for a moment-- everyone thinking about the teammates they were currently missing. Then Mikey clapped his hands together. “All right well, we’re supposed to be working. Hey! Mini-me! Radical moves lil dude but we’re really supposed to be working right now.”

Michelangelo blinks in surprise mid headbang, then pouts, “Aw man, but all work no play makes one totally unhappy turtle! Gee, you really aren’t a version of me…”

“Wh-- hey!” Mikey protests. “I am totally a Michelangelo! I am just a Michelangelo who has to be responsible because everyone else around here is an idiot who will get somebody killed-- and yes you are one of those idiots Leonardo. You’re the one who got us stuck in that gas trap!”

Leonardo’s jaw snaps shut and he glares at the ground. He’d made an error in judgment. And… yeah it was a bad one.

…Maybe he really didn’t deserve to be leader.

Raphael’s broom falls to the ground with a deafening clatter.

“Hey! Don’t talk to him like that!”

“Yeah! Who got kidnapped and made you king!”

“Ah, Michelangelo, I think there’s a fanfic about that,” Donatello quips, but it’s cut off by Raphael getting up into Mikey’s space.

“You got a problem with Leonardo, you go through me! So leave him alone!”

“...Fellas,” Leonardo starts to say, but he can’t bring himself to say anything else. He… should do something. But he isn’t these guys Leonardo-- he’s not their leader. Their Leonardo probably would never do something like blindly running off and getting himself and an alternate Mikey stuck in a trap that nearly kills them.

“Hey hey whoa,” Raph said, dropping the trash bag of glass bits and making his way over to put himself between Raphael and Mikey. “Cool it, alright?” he said to Raphael.

“Yeah, after all what Mikey said is very much accurate,” Donnie chipped in.

Michelangelo shoots Donnie a filthy look.

Raphael meanwhile adopts a false pleasant tone, stepping back with his hands raised, “Heyyyy well I just think Mr Personality here should put his money where his mouth is! You take charge often back home? You make it a habit of insulting your team members? How’s things been working out for you?”

“Leonardo?” Donatello hesitantly steps into the other turtles vision, “you with us?”

Leonardo glanced up, trying to give Donatello a reassuring smile. “I’m fine,” he said.

“No I don’t take charge often back home!” Mikey said shrilly. “My Leo’s actually good at the leader thing!”

Leonardo’s smile dropped.

There’s a sharp intake from all three of the guest turtles, and Raphael reels back. The other two are more than willing to pick up the slack.

“Why you-you no good big BULLY!” Michelangelo shouts with his fists clenched, while Donatello twirls his bo staff in gear, stepping in front of Leonardo.

“Where do you get off huh?! Jerk!”

“Look I’m sorry,” Mikey said, waving his hands. “It’s just been really stressful. I mean c’mon,” he turned a pleading look to Michelangelo. “What if you had to be the leader over a bunch of turtles that were more interested in fighting each other than the bad guys huh? You’d be stressed out too!”

“...not trying to fight with you guys,” Leonardo muttered. Not loud enough to carry through the room to where the others were. But, Donatello was right there.

Donatello glances back, eyes flashing with concern, but it seems to only empower him to clench his grip tighter around his staff, getting into more of a fighting stance. Michelangelo meanwhile glowers at Mikey.

“Dunno. I’d probably just be trying to get along with my team members instead.”

“I have been!” Mikey shrieked. Raphael flinched, moving away from Mikey slightly. “Do you know how insane these two are?!” Mikey continued, gesturing at Raph and Donnie.

“HEY!” they both protested.

“Just because I’m standing up to Mr. ‘Tranqs his teammates’ over there--” Raph started to say, jerking his thumb at Donnie.

“He was gonna run off again!” Donnie protested, flinging a hand towards Leonardo. “Last time it almost got him and Mikey killed, remember?”

Donatello’s voice is murderous enough it’d make his Shredder and Krang bolt.

“What.”

Leonardo starts to reach out, but hesitates. Donnie’s right. He did almost get himself and Mikey killed. He really shouldn’t be leader.

“See, brainiac? Even these guys know that was out of line,” Raph said smugly.

Michelangelo at this stage has pulled out his nunchucks with a low growl, “these guys? Like, what’s that supposed to mean dude?”

Raph drew his sai in response, shooting a wary look between Donatello and Michelangelo.

Raphael’s hands are also on his sais, but it’s a movement seemingly done out of natural mimicry of the others than his own instinct. He swallows thickly, and is directing his gaze on Leonardo while the other two continue to bristle.

Leonardo meets his gaze for a moment. His teammate was looking to him-- looking to him for help and guidance.

Help that Leonardo couldn’t give. He looked down.

There’s a quiet choked noise from Raphael in response.

“Hey! Nope, nope, we’re not doing this,” Mikey yelled, marching over and smacking at Michelangelo’s hands. “Put those away before you hurt somebody!”

“Nuh uh compadre! You’re not censoring me on my watch!”

“I-- what?!” Mikey cried. “Censor-- dude just put the chucks away! Please!?” he was practically pleading now.

“No way! Not unless you take back those nasty things you said about our bud Leonardo!!”

“Okay, okay,” Mikey said, holding up his hands placatingly. “Hey, Leonardo?” he said, turning to face him. “I’m sorry, okay? I know you're the leader back in your dimension, and I’m sure your… thing works over there just fine.”

But not here, Leonardo heard the unspoken loud and clear. “Sure,” he said flatly. “Apology accepted.”

It didn’t make any of it better. But he was tired, and he didn’t want to see his two teams fight.

Donatello seems to have other ideas.

“Like heck it is! What’s so special about your dimension then huh, that means you get to talk to us like that?!”

“Okay look,” Donnie stepped forwards, spinning his staff up and over his shoulders. “I’m sure we’d all like to continue this conversation but we’ve got some work to finish so--” Glowing purple weapons sprung up into existence above Donnie’s head. “Let’s all calm down and get back to work, because we know who’d lose this fight.”

Raphael lets out a pathetic little whimper as he stares up at the mystic barrage, meanwhile Michelangelo squawks and immediately scrambles back.

Donatello, of course, scoffs.

“Oh please. I could take your wimpy little magic tricks any day.”

Donnie’s eyes narrow. Leonardo feels like he’s swallowed a rock. All Leonardo wanted to do was keep them from fighting-- and it looks like he couldn’t even do that. He really is a failure-- as a leader, and even as a teammate.

“I-- I have to--” he stutters, edging a few steps backwards.

Raphael’s focus snaps back over to him in an instant, and a very panicked understanding floods his eyes when he sees Leonardo’s backing off. His breath hitches as he moves on hand to reach out over the chaos, giving the tiniest desperate head-shake. Don’t.

Leonardo swallows thickly. “Sorry,” he says, and bolts.

Behind him, he can hear Mikey yelling at Donnie to put the mystic weapons away or so help him--

And then a familiar voice, one that Leonardo often heard out of his own throat. “S-shucks, did I miss anything important?”

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So, a quick recap.

After Leonardo’s wonderful teammates decided to leave him at the mercy of their…enthusiastic new acquaintances, the leader in blue had been spending his time listening to the new turtles ‘renditions’ of popular musical theater songs.

At least, he thinks that was what they were doing? Admittedly, he thinks he went a little deaf midway through. …That was, probably for the better.

They were sweet kids! Really, they seemed to all…latch onto him? A little? He’s always believed in giving people praise when they give it their best! So, he gave them compliments and warm smiles, andddddd-in return they are now acting like they’ll never let him leave their side again!

Again, it was very sweet, but. Even a turtle like Leonardo falls victim to the pain of headaches eventually.

…especially when he’s been managing four enthusiastic neon turtles on his own because his teammates were meant to be back. By. Now.

So! He went looking for his teammates (after distracting the other turtles by putting on a cartoon of a cute little blue dog on their Donatello’s screen) and, well.

…he’s certainly found them, alright.

The state of them he’s not too sure about.

“S-shucks, did I miss anything important?”

“Hey Leonardo!” the big turtle with the orange headband said with forced cheer. With one final yank he pulled the staff away from a turtle who looked just like the neon Donatello. “We’re just, uh, hangin’ out!”

Leonardo’s eyes are huge as he surveys the scene, where the three participants he knows have all frozen like turtles flipped on their backs, “…I, hope I didn’t arrive at a bad time…”

“Oh, you’re completely fine,” Donatello twirls his staff to jab on the ground, leaning against it and not even hiding the threatening side eye he gives the others, “we were just about done here anyways.”

The neon Donatello lookalike makes grabby hands at his staff. The other turtle shoves him back, hissing, “No, you are grounded! You get it back when you can behave!”

“...Hey guys?” the other Raphael said. “Where’d our Leonardo go?”

“Like, not that you’d care but he took off dude,” Michelangelo answers stiffly, but there’s relief and guilt in his eyes when he looks at the bewildered Leonardo.

Said turtle frowns, and makes his way over to his only remaining team member to have not spoken yet, “Raphael?”

Raphael immediately averts his stormy eyes away, expression tight.

…oh boy.

The big turtle groans-- still fending off the other Donatello. “Should we go get him?” he asked. “He’s probably not gonna be too happy to see us-- DONATELLO I swear I will hit you with this thing!”

At the threat, Other Donatello finally retreats, glaring sulkily. And then he picks up a broom, that with a flash of purple, turns into a bo staff.

The big turtle’s jaw drops. “How… hey! That’s cheating!”

“...Cool though,” Other Raphael said.

…deep breath Leonardo. You can fix this. Things are just a little messy, but it’s okay! It’s nothing worse than what you’ve handled before.

Maybe.

Leonardo straightens himself up and grins, “don’t worry about other me! I’m sure he just needs a moment, and I can go talk to him. In the meantime, you were tidying things up around here, right?”

“I mean there was an attempt, for sure,” Michelangelo grumbles, gazing at the discarded non-magic-staff brooms.

“Why don’t you get back into that then while I sort things out! Other Donatello, that’s some really impressive machinery you’ve got there. I don’t…suppose it has a function to play music?”

Other Donatello lit up, “I do have some speakers built into my staff, however,” he tapped at his gauntlet, speakers popping up out of the artificial shell on his back, “the audio quality is much better from these.”

He gave one final tap. And the most excessively loud, ear-bleeding music began to pound out of the speakers.

Leonardo winces a second, but keeps up his smile, “perfect! Although, maybe it could use a littleeeee volume adjustment? We still want to be able to hear each other after all!”

“WHAT? I DIDN’T HEAR YOU,” Other Donatello yells over the music.

“HE SAID TURN IT DOWN,” Other Raphael yells, hands clamped over his ears. “I SAY TURN IT OFF BEFORE I TEAR THOSE THINGS OFF YOUR SHELL.”

“WILL YOU TWO CUT IT OUT!?” the big turtle yells. “STOP FIGHTING! STOP IT!”

Leonardo gives a hurried look to his Donatello, who quickly rushes into action to turn the music down with a swift Donatello touch, “lets-try that again. The reason I asked is, someone once told me that the best way to turn mundane tasks around is to do them to a funky beat! Right Michelangelo?”

Michelangelo takes a moment, then beams, “like, I’ve always seconded that supreme notion! Disco grooves scare away the cleaning blues after all.”

Leonardo nods at his teammate, then smiles curiously at his purple alternate one, “Would you happen to have anything to match that description?”

Other Donatello crosses his arms, looking very unimpressed. “Scoff! And what was wrong with the music I was just playing?”

“It wasn’t music, is the problem,” Other Raphael scoffs.

“Just because you don’t have taste--” Other Donatello starts to say.

“Can you two can it for two seconds?!” the big turtle yells. “All you two do is argue, argue, argue! You’re worse than my Raph and Leo! Or even me and Raph! Combined!”

Leonardo shudders, and takes another deep breath. One turtle at a time.

He approaches Donnie, and lowers his voice so he can’t be heard, “look, your music is great! It’s just, I didn’t want to draw attention to this, but, the reason I ask you to pick a,,,gentler, music choice is…”

He glances over so Donnie can follow his line of vision. Raphael still hasn’t said a word-and ever since the music started blaring the turtle has clamped his hands firmly over his ears-nails digging into his mask and skin and breathing uneven. Donatello likewise has moved from casually using his Bo staff for support, to actually using it as support, fidgeting with the wood with eyes now slightly glazed over.

“…it would really mean a lot to me. …Please?”

“...Ah,” Other Donatello said. “Right. I might have… something a bit calmer.” He tapped at the gauntlet a moment, and this time the music that played was a smooth, disco type.

Michelangelo’s eyes sparkle, “alright! Fantabuloso choice amigo!”

Donatello hums softly, and Raphael hesitantly lowers his hands. Leonardo breathes a sigh of relief. Okay…

“That’s perfect,” Leonardo makes sure to show every bit of genuine gratitude he can in his grin, “thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” Other Donatello said, waving his hand dismissively. His eyes darted over Raphael and Donatello, a small amount of tension easing out of his shoulders as he watched them gradually settle. “Well, I better get back to work, those spotlights aren’t going to fix themselves. And I need the proper lighting when it’s my turn on stage.”

“Sounds good to me!” Leonardo beams, and from behind him, Donatello clears his throat.

“Um…perhaps I could…be of assistance? I brought with me some of my notes on dimensional portals actually, that I was hoping to discuss with an intellectual ear about. If you’re capable of-“

Leonardo squints.

“-interested, in…multitasking?”

Other Donatello’s eyes light up. “Yessssss,” he hisses excitedly. “So far my contacts with other dimensions have been entirely non consensual, but I am eager to develop technology to allow a more free contact between my own dimension and-- ah-- friendly dimensions.”

Donatello begins to eagerly ramble about his previous successful contact with other dimensions and drag his counterpart off, so Leonardo watches them go with a fond expression.

The big turtle heaved a sigh of relief, clunking his head against the mechanical staff. A buzzsaw popped out of it and started whirring. He dropped it with a scream, staring at it with wide eyes. “Is it supposed to do that?! I don’t think it should be supposed to do that!”

Leonardo quickly slashes his sword and cuts it in two, shutting it down almost cartoonishly. Hey, he might not be supposed to be able to do that, but it’ll do!

“...Thanks,” the big turtle says. “It kinda. Scared me,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck and grinning sheepishly.

Leonardo gives him a reassuring grin back, hiding his own racing heart behind it.

“It’s quite alright! In fact, I don’t mean to overstep here, you really seem like you’re doing the best you can! But you also seem,,,you know,,,,,frazzled, so maybe…”

He starts subconsciously tapping his index fingers together. Think Leonardo, think-what’s two birds with one stone?

Raphael shifts to hug himself in his peripheral vision. That could do it?

“You know…Raphael was hoping to do a standup routine on that stage later, but none of us have been available to help him rehearse. Would you be willing to take a break from organizing this side of things? To lend him an ear? …Offer suggestions? That is if you’d be interested.”

The big turtle huffs and crosses his arms. “I know what you’re doing,” he said. “You’re talking us all down and distracting us from the fight we almost had.”

Leonardo can’t help but rock back and forth, gaze slightly playful, “perhaps. But do you want my plan to stop working?”

“...Nah,” the turtle admitted. “I think this is the first time we haven’t been arguing since the whole mess started.” He glanced at Raphael, and hesitated. “...Look I’ll be the first to admit we… didn’t make that great of an impression,” he said lowly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m not sure he’d want my help.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure,” Leonardo smirks, “if I’ve learnt anything over the years, it’s that the best way to win Raphael over, it’s giving him the chance to tell his cheesy one-liners.”

Raphael’s eye twitches, easily hearing the whole thing. He swallows roughly, then walks over so he can jab a finger into Leonardo’s nose.

“Hey, if I’m cheesy you’re the whole block mister.”

“Oh, hi Raphael! Didn’t see you there.”

“Hey,” the turtle says tentatively. “So um. Sorry, about… all of that. I didn’t mean… well no I kinda did but, I shouldn’t have like, said our version of your Leo--”

“AH-AH-“ Raphael hurriedly clamps his hand over the other turtle's mouth, and Leonardo tilts his head in befuddlement, “hey don’t even worry about it! Live and let live man, who am I to hold a grudge!”

“…um,” Leonardo blinks, then beams “that’s good to hear Raphael!”

The other turtle’s eyes crinkle with mischief. There’s an immediate reaction.

“YeeUCK! DID-DID YOU JUST-OH BLEHBLEHARGH! DUDE!”

“Told you I was a Mikey!” the other turtle said smugly. Raphael simply whines in outrage and starts wiping his hand aggressively on the other turtles arm. Okay then!

“What-- ew! Gross!” he protests, pushing Raphael back.

“Thaaaaat, might be my cue to leave,” Leonardo chuckles, pointing behind him, “I’ve got a rogue turtle to look for after all.”

“Yeah yeah sure-I cannot believe you just licked me!!!” Yeah they’re be fine.

The big turtle pauses in his spat with Raphael. “Hey. Thanks for looking out for the lil guy. I don’t think he’s gonna be too happy to see any of us right now.”

“Oh, don’t worry, it’s not even a problem! I’m just looking out for my fellow turtles!” Leonardo beams and squeezes the big turtle's arm, “I’m sure you’d do the same.”

A strange look flickers in the other turtle’s eyes for a minute. “...Yeah, sure,” he said. “Just uh. Look it’s been really stressful and none of us have been at our best. Keep that in mind?”

Raphael, for whatever reason, shows the other turtle a smile with a bit too many teeth, “save the disclaimers, lets just leave them to it. Catch you later, oh fearless leader!”

“…will do,” Leonardo replies, although his enthusiasm is a tad more unsure, “I’ll-yeah. I’ll be back. Don’t get into any more fights, okay?”

“Oh we’ll be little angels.”

“Please,” the big turtle said, grinning, “if you’re anything like my Raph you’re gonna be more like the other side.” He held his fingers up to his head like horns. “Whooo I’m Raphie and I like busting heads, especially Mikey’s,” he drawled in an extremely low and gravelly voice. Raphael recoils.

“A! Leonardo!! Defend my honor here man, this guy is making me out to be some kind of Casey Jones wannabe!”

“Already walking away Raphael!”

“Wait, Casey’s not your best friend?!”

“In what universe is-“

“Mine!” The big turtle said.

“Mine too,” Other Raphael adds in.

“Okay, well that’s why your universes are stupid-“

Leonardo drowns the rest out, on a mission. After all, talking to them was the easy part.

Now he needs to talk to himself.

…

He pauses.

“Wait, that guy was a Michelangelo?”

#poll propaganda #my stuff #other people's stuff #a mixed bag fic #for future reference au #fanfic #I had so much fun with this I was up till 4 am writing with max--#propaganda is SO FUN #max is also SO FUN to work with #I'm really glad I signed up for the poll :D

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electriccenturies · 2 years

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fucking hate this site still but i need to express a few things about mcr mikey way and nowhere else to do it so... here i am

1: glad to see mcr in their rat era. in fact my note to gerard would be to up the rat content by a significant amount. also sell that shirt that just says ‘rats’ cause i’ll go to great lengths to buy one

2: mikey singing along to flw like... this is an evolution from it being written about him, to him and ray high fiving at the shrine, to this :’) love seeing him 8 years sober and his illness treated and him being HAPPY and confident <3

3: have been saying for 10 years that mikey is every bit as unhinged as gerard, if not more, and now ppl are finally seeing it lol. it’s subtler bc gerard leans tf into being weird while mikey seems to either not know or not care, but he’s Weird af. ik yall thought it was frank or maybe gerard but it did not surprise me one bit to hear that mikey was responsible for the tramp stamp shirt bc that dude loves a reference, loves that MCR is so beloved, and also i just think he genuinely loves shit like that lol. thinking about smodcast and gerard going ‘well you see, he used to dress like a prostitute’. mikey doesnt do sexual shame ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

also dont want to get into this too much but while im airing my mikey thoughts and people already hate me... the whole ‘MiKeY kNoWs A gAy PoRn AcToR?!?’ bit is so old and such an obvious example of why the whole cishet mikey thing is actually super regressive and not funny. ik people are gonna be like ItS a JoKe but for real, saying that liking sports and wearing hats and tank tops makes someone straight sucks! y’all will believe that gerard is gay because he kissed a few dudes in public, and mikey was out there grinding (sorry, slow dancing) with dudes, cuddling with hey chris, getting sappy poetry written about him by pete wentz, etc, IN PRIVATE and you cannot imagine he’s bi because he says ‘bro’ or whatever? stop acting like ‘gay’ is a personality!!! idc if you think its harmless and “funny” it excludes a lot of people, escalates the bullshit fem/masc dichotomy, and contributes to a culture of people thinking they have ‘gaydar’. it also shows that you know nothing about mikey because it legit wasnt a transformation besides the hats, he’s always been like that. he’s liked sports and wrestling since he was a young kid! he’s always been very social and into parties! they’ve never hidden this! you just didn’t know because he’s quiet!!! and he actually seems to care a lot about his clothes even if it doesn’t look like it, you just cant handle it because you preferred how he dressed in his 20s. im not even mad about this on a mikey level because i doubt he cares i just hate it on a “this is a really backwards view of queerness that is being passed off as progressive” level

4: very into the flipping the script with the peppa pig thing. like mikey always has made weird random references that nobody except gerard gets (and gerard is usually pretending) but this one??? fully relevant and topical, and he justified it TO gerard while everyone else got it. idk this isnt really funny or cool or anything i just think its Sweet. bc i love that he works on word association like that and i love him being understood

5: not new with the shows (actually, not new in any sense, he’s been like this Always as far as we know) but i will forever love mikey for having a very clear idea of what he thinks is fashionable and not giving a fuck if anyone else agrees. hell yeah dude, you keep wearing what makes you happy!

#i have no followers and this is straight up a ramble about mikey so #just gonna drop more feelings about the references i guess #in the tags #because i love him so much for it #like im specifically thinking of that interview where the guy asks if he's the 'elf' because he's not wearing #'festive black' like the rest of them and like he obviously means 'christmas elf'#and mikey goes 'oh yeah this is my lord of the rings outfit' with ZERO hesitation #thats also the one where he gets called 'the new guy mike' lmao #conch shell was a reference too like i know its funny and sounded dumb but it was very much a lord of the flies ref!#its just that noone picked up on it because why tf would he be talking about that???#i mean it makes sense to me but my brain works on word association too so yeah desert island -> lord of the flies makes sense #but it was not relevant and it was a Bad answer lol #'you bring coconuts too mikey'#anyway just one more #theres a super old radio interview where gerard says 'salad days' and mikey goes #'roy rogers fixin' bar dude!'#he hears gerard say salad and immediately is like YES AND FROM THIS PARTICULAR RESTAURANT TOO #anyway lol mikey was so important to me for the last 10 years of my life and now i have Feelings again like damn i just love watching #that dude do what he loves and living his dream and finally getting the appreciation he deserves/not being wildly mischaracterized #because fans cant separate mental illness from personality #oh ok last thing for real because i think its hilarious #those pics of fans with gerard wearing his 'i dont want to be in a picture and if u make me i will be unrecognizable' clothes #incredible

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teenage-mutant-ninja-freak · 3 years

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Hii I'm black and tired of not seeing any representation is there any way you could have the boys help the reader with a wash day? And she has 4c hair ?🤗

absolutely! There’s not enough representation in fanfics and I’m definitely guilty of doing this myself. Also thank you for the resources you gave me before I wrote this, they helped a lot. ((However, if I get anything wrong please just message me so I can correct it))

Leo

Leo is all about helping you wash your hair, to him there’s something very intimate and romantic about that

“ok, just hop in the shower”

“Baby...It’s not that simple..”

you have to explain to him that your hairs been in a gelled back ponytail for the last few days and that means you need a rice water treatment to soften your roots and the gel

he’s very confused by why specifically it needs to be rice water

to be fair, he has no hair, so why would he know that rice water has a lot of protein and is good for hair

you may also make a lot of bald jokes as you go through this process

which he graciously laughs at as you wash each sectioned part of your hair

he’s very good at being gentle as he rubs the shampoo in

he is absolutely useless as finger combing through your hair because his fingers are just too damn big so you end up giving him a wide toothed comb to do it instead

his fave part is when you have to deep condition and wear a cap because that way he can suggest you both put on face masks for the 30-40 minutes that takes to sink in

Raph

Raph is down to wash your hair with you

since he doesn’t have any, he’s fascinated by hair in general

he’s actually really good at sectioning your hair, he is a secret perfectionist after all

he loves all the tips you give him throughout

like not focusing on the ends of the hair with shampoo or they’ll get too dry

and he gives you a nice little head massage while he does it

also while your deep conditioning treatment is in he helps you use a little heat to get the moisturiser to penetrate the hair a little better

He loves using oils on your hair

you use almond oil and he says it smells like marzipan and loves that for you

telling you that you smell good enough to eat

he sits on the floor by the mirror to watch you style your hair afterwards

you even teach him how to flat twist your hair

he is...not very good at it which drives him crazy

Mikey

Mikey wasn’t even aware that hair needed to be washed

“But, it’s not like hair gets sweaty?”

you have to remind him that scalps do and so the hair does need to be washed

unfortunately his attention span isn’t the best for helping you with the long process that is washing your hair so he mainly stays to entertain you and bring you snacks while you section everything out and wash it

he does, however, desperately want to help you comb out your hair while it’s being conditioned

he adores how long the curls stretch out to be before bouncing back

it becomes like a fun game to him

he even lets you borrow one of his t-shirts to dry your hair a little

after you explain that the microfibers in s-shirts are better for curls

he just watches and admires as you oil and style your hair

always supportive and telling you what a great job your doing

he’s your number 1 cheerleader, honestly.

Donnie

So Donnie knows everything

....apart from hair care

because why would he need to?

but when you ask him to help you wash your hair, he does like 5 hours of research

and special order in some sulphate and paraben free, cruelty free, organic shampoo and conditioner that he thinks will be really good for your hair’s strength and growth

also some organic coconut oil to put in your hair before you wash it

he goes all out basically

watches patiently as you section out your hair and helps you apply said shampoo and conditioner

you take the suds it gives off and put them on his hair to make it look like he has sticky up white, bubbly hair

you both get a kick out of that

his favourite part is helping you put on leave in conditioner and oils on slightly damp hair

he just likes the fragrance they have and how carefully you put them on

actually decent at styling your hair with you

years and years of delicate mechanics has made him a pretty good hairdresser

#4c hair #4c #hair washing #washing hair #tmnt #tmnt x reader #tmnt imagine #teenage mutant ninja turtles imagine #tmnt 2014 #tmnt donnie #tmnt mikey #tmnt raph #tmnt leo #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt donatello

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rpf-bat · 4 years

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We Float Among The Wreckage

Pairing: Mikey Way x Reader

Genre: Drama, Romance

Summary: Written for Gothtober 2020, Day 10. Prompt: “Sirena”.

Mikey makes big plans to take his girlfriend on a cruise vacation...but, she breaks up with him, the day before the ship is supposed to set sail. Heartbroken, he asks you, if you would like to accompany him, instead.

You woke up, feeling excited. Today was the day, that your best friend, would finally return from a months-long tour with his band. You’d missed Mikey so much. You couldn’t wait to see him again.

You dressed quickly, humming one of their songs to yourself, as you wondered, if you should call him, and ask what time he wanted to meet up. You’d bought so many comic books while he was away, that you wanted to loan him, to read. You were looking forward to hearing stories about his travels, too.

You had just finished brewing a pot of coffee, when you heard a knock at the door. You answered - and found just the face, that you were hoping for.

“Mikey!” you grinned, pulling your friend into a hug immediately. “Welcome back!”

“Hey, Y/N,” Mikey smiled weakly. “It’s great to be back in New Jersey. How have you been?”

“I’ve been great!” you replied brightly, releasing him. The excitement in your eyes began to fade, when you realized that Mikey was frowning at you.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, realizing something was up. “You look really sad…”

“I stopped by my girlfriend’s house, before I came here,” Mikey explained.

“Oh, yeah?” you replied, raising an eyebrow. “How’s she doing? I bet she was even more excited to see you again, than I was.”

“...Not really,” Mikey sighed deeply.

“Huh?” you blinked.

“I don’t want to have this conversation in your doorway,” Mikey said sullenly. “Can I come in?”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” you nodded. “You want a cup of coffee?”

“Oh, yes, please,” Mikey said gratefully. He sat down at your kitchen table, and you poured him a steaming mug.

“You like it with two sugars, right?” you asked, handing him the packets.

“Yeah! Good memory,” Mikey nodded.

Of course I remember what he likes, you thought to yourself. He’s one of the most special people in the world to me.

You sat down, across from him, and watched him pour the sugar into the mug, and stir the coffee around with his spoon. Satisfied, he took a sip.

“So,” you asked softly, “are you going to tell me what happened?”

“I went over there, thinking she’d be happy to see me, after three months, right?” Mikey groaned. “Instead...she told me, that she thinks we should see other people.”

“She broke up with you?!” you gasped.

“Yeah,” Mikey said, burying his head in his hands. “I…I can’t believe it.”

“Mikey, I’m so sorry,” you said sympathetically.

“I’m like, in shock,” he confessed. “She said that I’m never home, because of the band, and that she doesn’t want to be in a long-distance relationship.”

“I’m really shocked, too,” you admitted. Sure, it hurt a little, having Mikey gone so often. But, that just made the days when he was home, even more special.

“The worst part,” Mikey revealed, “is that I had just bought tickets, for a cruise, to surprise her.”

“Really?” you gaped.

“Yeah,” Mikey said sadly. “I was going to make it up to her, for my long absence, by taking her on a four-night cruise to Bermuda. It’s a really cool ship, called the SS Sirena. They’re supposed to set sail, from New York Harbor, tomorrow afternoon.”

“Oh, no,” you grimaced. “Is it too late, to get your money back?”

“Yeah, I already called the cruise line,” Mikey confirmed. “They said that the tickets are non-refundable.”

“Fuck,” you swore. “What are you going to do with them, then? There’s not enough time, to try and sell them.”

“Exactly,” Mikey nodded, seemingly at a loss. “I mean, I guess I could take the one ticket, and go to Bermuda by myself. But that sounds….really depressing.”

He was right - no matter how sunny the beach might be, traveling alone, would probably suck.

“Well,” you offered, “what if I went with you?”

“Are you serious?” Mikey asked, eyes widening.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I mean, Bermuda sounds really nice, this time of year. We could just have fun, hanging out as friends. Hopefully, it will take your mind off her.”

“That actually sounds really nice,” Mikey agreed. “Will your boss let you take off, though, on such short notice?”

“Yeah, I have a bunch of unused vacation days, so it should be fine,” you assured him. “I’ll start packing tonight.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” Mikey smiled softly. “I was really bummed out when I got here. But, the idea of taking a trip with my best pal, makes me feel a bit better.”

“No, thank you!” you chuckled. “I’m really looking forward to it!”

You only hoped, that the vacation, would be able to help him get over his heartbreak.

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He picked you up the next day, and quietly helped you load your luggage, into the trunk of his car. You could tell, by the absence of his usual chatter, that he was still feeling down.

“What time does the Sirena leave port?” you asked, trying to distract him, from his thoughts of her.

“Three o’clock,” Mikey replied listlessly, getting in, and buckling his seat belt. “But, they start boarding people, at one.”

“Ok, it’s noon now,” you calculated, checking your watch, as you climbed into the passenger seat. “It only takes about half an hour, to get from here, to the Port of New York. But, there might be some traffic, when we go through the Turnpike. So, it’s probably smart, to go ahead and leave now.”

“....Yeah,” Mikey said. His eyes, seemed a thousand miles away.

“Mikey,” you said seriously, putting a hand on his shoulder, “listen...are you sure you want to do this?”

“What do you mean?” Mikey asked, looking over at you.

“I know I invited myself along,” you frowned, “but, if you’re really not feeling up to this, and you want to just stay home, I get it. It’s not too late to call the whole trip off.”

“No, I don’t want to do that,” Mikey insisted. “If I go home now, I’ll just sit around my house, and cry about her. Besides, it’d be a waste of nine hundred dollars.”

“That’s how much you spent on her?” you gaped. “And she just ditched you, like yesterday’s trash…”

“Her loss,” Mikey said defiantly. “Screw her….let’s go have a good time.”

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You arrived at the port, with time to spare, and completed the check-in process, without any issues. Now, you were officially on the ship.

You looked down at the card in your hand, that the cruise liner staff had given you.

“That’s your room key,” Mikey explained, “and also, like, a credit card, that you can use to pay for food and drinks.”

“Oh, okay,” you nodded. You had never been on a cruise before, so this was all new to you.

“We’re gonna be on the lower decks,” Mikey added, directing you towards the elevator. You followed him quickly.

The elevator took you one floor down, and Mikey led you to a door, at the end of the hall.

“This should be it,” he decided, using his card, to unlock the door.

You entered the room, apprehensively. It wasn’t much different, you found, from a hotel room on land. But, you noticed one glaring problem, immediately.

“Mikey,” you pointed out, reddening, “there’s only one bed.”

“....Oh,” Mikey blushed. “Fuck, Y/N, I didn’t even think about it.”

He originally booked this room, for him, and his girlfriend, you realized. So, of course he planned on them sleeping in the same bed.

Bringing you instead, had been a last minute decision. So, even if it had occurred to him, he probably wouldn’t have been able, to swap the one-bed cabin, for a two-bed one.

He’s already having a really rough time, you considered, so I’m not going to pitch a fit about it.

“There’s no couch, or anything,” Mikey noticed, looking around the room.

“It’s fine,” you decided. “You paid for this whole trip, so, you take the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“What?” Mikey protested. “No way - my grandma raised me to be a gentleman. If I told her I made a girl sleep on the floor for four days, she’d never forgive me! You can have the bed.”

“I don’t want to make you sleep on a cold, hard floor for four days, either,” you argued.

“Well, what other choice do we have?” Mikey shrugged.

“Look,” you sighed, “how about we just decide this later? I’m hungry. I think we should go have lunch.”

“Alright, fine,” Mikey acquiesced. “I heard that the ship restaurant is actually pretty good. Let’s go.”

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As soon as the hostess seated you at your table, Mikey started looking over the drinks menu.

“It’s a little early for that, isn’t it?” you frowned.

“It’s five o’clock somewhere,” Mikey shrugged. “We’re going somewhere tropical, so why not order one of those fruity little tiki drinks, with the paper umbrella and stuff?”

“Yeah, why not, I guess,” you agreed. You had a feeling, that he was still depressed about his ex. But, who were you, to tell him he wasn’t allowed to drown his sorrows?

“What can I get for you guys?” asked a smiling server.

“Two Bahama Mamas, please,” Mikey said quickly.

“....And we’ll try the coconut shrimp, too,” you added. You didn’t want him drinking on an empty stomach.

“No problem,” the waitress smiled. “Coming right up! By the way, Karaoke Hour starts at four o’clock!”

“Good to know,” Mikey said absently.

After the woman walked away, you turned to him.

“Would you want to try the karaoke thing?” you asked. “It sounds like it could be kind of fun.”

“I don’t know,” Mikey hesitated. “I’ve been playing music every day, for the last few months in a row.”

“Yeah, you’ve been playing bass,” you reminded him. “Not singing.”

“Bass is what I’m, like, actually good at,” Mikey said nervously. “All the singing talent in the family went to Gerard.”

“Nobody’s expecting you to be perfect at it,” you pointed out. “It’s just for fun. But, if it would make you feel better, I could do it with you.”

“Like, a duet?” Mikey asked, seemingly comforted by the idea.

“Yeah!”, you grinned. “I think it would be fun!”

“I need a couple more drinks in me, before I get up on that stage, even if you’re gonna go with me,” Mikey insisted, reddening.

“Alright,” you laughed. “Let’s make this night interesting.”

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After the Bahama Mama, Mikey downed a pina colada, and a Blue Hawaiian. He became more chatty, and less sad-looking, as the empty cups piled up beside him.

“Alright, what song do you wanna do, Y/N?” Mikey grinned, flipping through the karaoke booklet, that the waitress had given to him. “We need somethin’, with a guy part, and a girl part…”

“What about ‘Interlude’?”, you suggested.

“You mean, the song that Morissey did with Siouxsie Sioux, back in ‘94?” Mikey guessed.

“Yeah! That one!”

You knew that Morissey was one of Mikey’s all-time favorite musicians, so, you were hoping, that singing one of his songs, would cheer him up.

“Yeah, let’s do it!” Mikey agreed. He swayed slightly, as he stood up, to walk over, to the karaoke stage. You took his hand, to keep him from stumbling.

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay?” you asked, biting your lip.

“I’m awesome,” Mikey slurred, swinging his hand in yours. “C’mon….please sing with me, Y/N?”

You found that you couldn’t resist, his puppy dog eyes.

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You stood on the stage, clutching your mic nervously. There were a few curious people, milling about, watching you. It wasn’t a huge crowd - then again, the trip had just started.

“You ready?” you asked, looking over at Mikey.

“Born ready,” he said, with liquid confidence. “Let’s go.”

The staff member, who was running the event, queued up the music for you. You began to sing Siouxsie’s part:

Time is like a dream

And now for a time you are mine

Let's hold fast to the dream

That tastes and sparkles like wine

Mikey stepped closer to you, as his voice joined yours, singing Morisssey’s verse:

Who knows if it's real

Or just something we're both dreaming of

What seems like an interlude now

Could be the beginning of love….

Something about the way he looked at you, when he sang the last line, made your heart race. You wondered what the hell you were thinking. He had, after all, just gotten out of a two year relationship yesterday.

You told yourself to focus on the song. Your voice harmonized with Mikey’s, as the chorus kicked in:

Loving you is a world that's strange

So much more than my heart can hold

Loving you makes the whole world change

Loving you I could not grow old

You chanced a look at Mikey again. You realized, with a start, that something in his expression, seemed off. Was he….crying?

“N-no,” Mikey stammered, choking up, as he sang the next line, “Nobody knows, when love will end….”

He stopped suddenly. The background instrumentals went on without him, as he failed to sing the next lyric.

“....Shit,” Mikey swore loudly. The onlookers all stared at up at him, confused. “Shit, I’m sorry….I can’t do this….”

He dropped the mic, and suddenly ran off the stage.

“Whoa, Mikey!” you gasped. “Where are you going?!”

You motioned for the staff member, to kill the audio track.

“....Uh, sorry, everybody,” you said awkwardly, into the microphone. “I think this performance is over….”

Without further adieu, you took off running, after your friend.

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You found him in the cabin, sitting on the bed, sobbing.

“Mikey, what happened back there?” you demanded.

“I didn’t know that my love was gonna end, so suddenly,” Mikey said, sniffling.

“Oh,” you realized, feeling guilty. “The song just made you start thinking about her again, didn’t it?”

“I...I don’t wanna think about her,” Mikey slurred. “But, I can’t stop, Y/N. It hurts.”

“Hey,” you said gently, sitting down on the bed beside him. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“No, it’s not,” Mikey sobbed. He dove into your arms, and pressed his face, into your shoulder. His frames poked against your collarbone.

“Sssh,” you soothed him, stroking his hair. “Mikey, c’mon, you’re gonna bend your glasses up.”

He picked his head up, for a moment. You gently pulled the glasses off his face, and set them on the bedside table.

“Now, you can put your head back down, if you want,” you told him softly.

“O-Okay,” he stammered, and lay his head against you again. With the barrier of the glasses removed, you could feel his tears, wet against your collar.

“....Why doesn’t she love me anymore, Y/N?” Mikey asked, his voice muffled, by your shirt.

“I don’t know,” you confessed, stroking the back of his head again. “I think you’re a really lovable person.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” Mikey wept.

“I’m not,” you insisted.

“How am I lovable to you?!” Mikey demanded, picking his head up. “I made you babysit me all night….I got drunk, and emotional, and I ruined your karaoke song. Everybody was staring at us, when I just took off like that. I know they were…”

“I don’t care what they think,” you shook your head. “I care much more about you, Mikey. I just want you to be okay. I thought taking this cruise would make you feel better. But, it doesn’t seem, to be helping you at all.”

“Nothing’s gonna help me,” Mikey said dejectedly, flopping backwards onto the pillows. “I’m hopeless, now. Nobody is ever gonna love me, ever again.”

“That’s not true!”, you told him. “I know you loved your ex, but she’s not the only girl in the world!”

“There’s no girl on Earth,” Mikey said, staring up at the ceiling miserably, “who would want to date a guy, who is on the road, all the time. How do you love somebody, that you never even see?”

“I love you, Mikey,” you said emotionally. ”I’ll take whatever time I can get with you. Even if it’s short, it’s special to me.”

“You love me, as a friend,” Mikey spat. “That’s not the same.”

“No,” you shook your head. “Mikey...I’m being serious. I love you, in the same way, that you loved her. I have, for a long time.”

“....What?” Mikey gasped, picking his head up, and staring at you in open shock. “Y/N, what are you saying?!”

“You were with her,” you confessed, surprised to find yourself, speaking these feelings aloud. “You were taken, so I kept my feelings quiet. But….the truth is, I always wanted you for myself. I don’t care, that you tour a lot. Four days with you, is better to me, than four months, with anyone else!”

“You...really mean that?” Mikey asked, eyes wide.

“....From the bottom of my heart,” you vowed.

Suddenly, Mikey grabbed your hand, pulling you forward, on top of him.

“Wh-What are you doing?” you breathed.

He cupped your cheek with his hand.

“Kiss me,” he breathed.

“I shouldn’t,” you hesitated. “You’re drunk, and you’re emotionally vulnerable, and…”

“And I want you,” Mikey insisted. “Y/N, I should have chosen you from the beginning. I’m sorry, that I never realized how you felt about me. You’re more loyal to me, than she ever was.”

He raised his lips, to meet yours. He tasted like rum and coconut, and maybe it was wrong, but you kissed him back, savoring his sweetness.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tighter against him, and kissed you again, with greater ferocity. Your hands roamed each other as the kiss deepened. How far was this going to go?

“....There’s nowhere else, for you to sleep tonight,” Mikey panted, “so, please, please, Y/N, stay with me all night.”

You pressed him down harder, into the bed, that you no longer had any problem sharing.

“There’s nowhere else, that I’d rather be.”

#mikey way x reader #mikey way imagine #alcohol abuse tw #gothtober #i took all night to write this and now I'm posting it at 2:30 AM....smh

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ilooklikeaburntchickenugget · 4 years

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Summer Love: Chapter Two

A/N: So to begin, I have absolutely nothing against Lyn-Z. I have a whole post about this and why we as fans of Gerard shouldn’t hate her, because she makes him happy. That being said for the sake of this fic she is being put into a hated position. So I’m sorry about that, but that’s just how it’s going to roll. Once again, I have nothing against Lyn-Z but for the sake of this fic she’s going to be “bad”. Also I haven’t updated in a few weeks... sorry about that. Word count: 2368

Bright and early at 8 am your alarm clark went blaring. You rolled over on your bed, groaning and attempting to shut it off, keeping your eyes closed. Of course, it didn’t work. You ended up having to sit up and turn it off, resulting in the sun directly hitting your eyes. “Shit.” You muttered.

“Good morning, sunshine.” You heard Melanie already up working on something. She was a morning person. You growled. “Someone’s not happy.” “Oh, I’m thrilled to be up.” You sarcastically rolled your eyes. Your feet touched the freezing floor. You got up, grabbing a pair of jeans shorts, a large black belt, and a Green Day shirt from their concert you went to just a few months back. You went into the showers, preparing for the cold droplets to hit your skin which had yet to reel from the warm feeling of the bed.

“Remember, breakfast is in 25!” Mel called from the main area of the cabin. After turning on the shower, you let it sit for around a minute before getting in. The temperature of the water helped awake you even more. You ran your fingers which were soaked with shampoo through your hair, making sure to scrub deeply. Next you took your loofa and coconut scented soap, scrubbing all over your body. It didn’t take you longer than five minutes to get completely scrubbed off.

You changed quickly, using your towel to mess with your hair to let it air dry. You ran out, grabbing your pair of beaten Vans high tops and went out with Melanie, your hair hanging loose and wet.

The two of you walked in right as breakfast was starting, meeting the boys at the table. “Hey guys.” Mikey greeted you two, you both smiled.

“Y/N looks like a wet rat.” Frank snickered.

“Thanks,” You smirked, “That’s the look I was going for.”

“Did you just disrespect Green Day?” Ray asked Frank.

“No, Y/N did.” This time you punched Frank’s arm.

“Hey Y/N/N.” Gerard greeted you.

“Hey Gee.” You sat next to him and smiled. You all waited for your table to be called up, some of you grabbing the full selection of eggs, bacons, and pancakes. You just grabbed fruit, not being that hungry.

“So what’s everyone taking?” Melanie asked.

“I’m taking graffiti art.” Frank smirked.

“Who would let you sign up for that?” Ray asked.

“I don’t know,” He smiled, “I just signed up for it and they gave it to me.”

“I’m taking storytelling in writing.” Mikey said.

“A very Mikey class.” You added.

“I’m taking art history.” Ray said.

“That’s even more of a Ray class.” Melanie concluded.

“Photography.” You said.

“Does that mean you’re gonna take nudes?” You threw a piece of your apple at Frank.

“Absolutely not,” You rolled your eyes, “I’m a self respecting woman.” You looked over at Gerard who was blushing.

“Um, I’m taking cartooning.” He lightly smiled.

“I’m taking graphics.” Melanie ended the conversation. You all continued eating as fast as you could without chocking. Once finishing, all of you dispersed back to your cabins to grab your things before meeting at a small area on the lake to hang before the day officially began.

“What’s up losers.” She greeted the group, the two of you being last. “Can’t wait for this day to start.” “I’m dreading taking classes.” Frank said.

“Why?” You asked.

“Ever since they got rid of the music program this place has gone down hill.” “Music program?” Gerard asked from across the picnic table where he sat next to Ray.

“Yeah, there used to be a music program here but they dropped it due to budget cuts. And to get jet skies.” You explained. “Stupid fucking jet skies that nobody fucking uses because they’re dumb.” Frank added on.

“If you can’t tell, Frank has yet to get over it.” “Over it?” He snapped. “That was the whole reason I got in!”

“Yeah, I know.” You sighed. “But this place doesn’t suck.” “The only thing that doesn’t completely suck are you guys.” He said.

“Dude, we’re literally on a lake.” You pointed to the body of water ahead of you.

“And?” “Lakes are super fun.” He rolled his eyes.

“Whatever.”

“We need to reserve the bonfire for tonight.” Melanie spoke up. Everyone nodded. “Who’s gonna sign up at lunch?” “I will.” Ray spoke up, “My class is right next to the cafeteria.” You all nodded.

“How’re we all feeling about today?” Melanie moved on.

“Good.” Most of us answered.

“Nervous.” Gerard lightly smiled.

“You’ll be totally fine.” You smiled, “You’re a pretty good guy.” “That’s what I keep telling him.” Mikey said.

“Thanks.” He looked at you.

“Speaking of, it’s quite the walk to most of our classes. We should probably go.” Frank spoke up. You all nodded. You went up to Gerard once everyone began dispersing. “Ready?” You asked.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” He said, walking next to you to a trail in the woods.

“It’s always so beautiful out here.” You looked up and around at the various forestry around you. There wasn’t a bare spot for as far as you could see, except for the slim dirt path ahead of you.

“It is beautiful.” He agreed, doing the same as you. You two walked the rest of the way in comfortable silence, just admiring the different areas of the forested area before reaching the small wooden building that held your sketching class.

You walked down a small hallway and into the room number 4. It was a small cozy area, classes had no more than eight students. There were small tables where two people could sit, you and Gerard taking one closest to the window. The walls were lined with various pieces and a small blackboard was up front.

You two grabbed some stuff from your bags as your professor came over to you two. “Ms. Y/L/N.” He said. Larry was an older man. He was 72, and still kicking it with the spirit of a 25 year old. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.” He smiled.

“You too, Mr. Breck.” You smiled. He looked over to Gerard.

“And who is this?” He looked.

“I’m Gerard, Gerard Way.” He lightly smiled, reaching his hand out to let him shake it. “Well, Mr. Way it’s a pleasure.” They both smiled. Mr. Breck went back to his oak desk, sitting behind it as Gerard and you began to occupy yourselves by sketching. You opened one of your pages that you had begun working on. It was of a girl, you weren’t sure the inspiration you just began drawing her.

“You drew that?” Gerard asked, lightly smiling. You nodded.

“Yeah.” You lightly smiled back.

“It’s incredible.” He looked at it further, his eyes scanning every centimeter.

“Thanks.” You told him. A few more people had come in, taking seats around the room as you and Gee continued drawing. Right before class began you heard some giggling behind you. You could identify that noise from anywhere.

Looking behind you, you saw the group of three girls laughing, the leader was easily seen. Her medium length black hair flowed well, she had a pale complexion that fit her perfectly. Her light red lipstick added a pop of color to her primarily black outfit (and personality). You sighed and turned forward again.

“Are you alright?” Gerard asked lightly.

“Yeah, I’m good.” You tightly smiled back, going back to sketching.

“Alright, now that every body is here,” Mr. Breck stood up in front of everyone, “I think we should begin.” The old man began walking around the class viewing everyone’s books filled with their work. He spent at least a few seconds looking at them before asking everyone to take them out, regardless of how complete they were.

“Now all of these,” He hung them on the board up front, “Will be your inspiration for the next six weeks.” He looked back to all of you, “This is the absolute worst piece you can do. This is the bare minimum I want from all of you.” He said, “You will be better when you leave this class. You will work on your technique until it is nearly perfect. Because we don’t want perfect in art, we want you. Now I want you all to draw whatever comes to mind. You have 15 minutes, your time starts now.”

You weren’t sure what to do, so you just decided on trees. Cliche, but quick and easy. You drew a forested area, making sure to incorporate shadows where necessary and a small trail. You focused on your work until a small timer ticked off. It slightly scared you, put you placed your pencil down, Mr. Breck already starting to collect pages.

“I’ll evaluate these tonight, and bring you all feedback tomorrow.” He stated, making a neat pile of the pages on his desk. He quickly transitioned into talking about techniques for various elements like shadowing. You and Gerard both followed along closely, adding some of the skills to your pre existing works.

“That should be all.” He sighed, looking at his watch. “Class dismissed.” You and Gerard began putting your things in your bags.

“What did you think?” You asked Gerard, who looked down at you as you two began walking out.

“It was nice.” He lightly smiled, “I like Mr. Breck a lot.” “I do too.” You replied. As the two of you exited the building you once again heard the laugh of Lindsey. You couldn’t help but lightly look over, only to find her and her posse, but she specifically was eyeing Gerard up and down, lightly smiling. You looked away and gritted your teeth through your closed mouth, knowing she would be the ultimate enemy this summer.

The two of you continued walking back to main campus, planning on meeting everyone else at your typical table. You walked into the bustling area, immediately seeing everyone else at your table, considering their classes were closer than yours. “Hey guys.” You sat down with them, placing your bag on the floor next to you. “How’s everyone’s days going?” Most of the table answered with a good, or alright. Except Frank, of course. “Terrible.” He sighed. You rolled your eyes.

“And why would that be?” “Bro the first class was soooo boring.” He said, “Some shit about coloring or something.”

“Maybe if you listened you would know.” Ray responded.

“Shut up fro-head.” Eventually you all got in line for the sad excuse of sandwiches for lunch, but you only grabbed some fruit and vegetables considering that was some of the only edible food.

“Y/NNNNNNN,” Frank whined, “When will your parents ship us food?” “Tomorrow.” You stated, taking a bit from your apple.

“But that’s far away.” He said. You rolled your eyes.

“Who’s that?” You heard Gerard from beside you. Everyone looked over to see he was of course looking at Lindsey. You lightly sighed, making sure not to draw attention.

“Lindsey Ballato.” Ray spoke up. Gerard nodded once, keeping his eyes fixated on her. Shit.

“I’m gonna go to the restroom.” You spoke up, breaking the awkward silence.

“You alright?” Mikey asked and you nodded. You quickly made your way out of the dining hall and down to your cabin. Stepping in the wooden box you managed to get your way to the bathroom, shutting the polished oak door and taking a deep breath, keeping your hand placed softly on the cold, metal handle.

Letting you breath regain it’s usual pattern, you sank to the white tile ground, leaning against the wall to the right of the door, a small crevice between the cheap wallpaper plastered on the frame and the ceramic sink.

Knowing Gerard for only a day you had already become attached, cursing yourself at the fact. He was way out of your league and you knew it. Your hands still trembled, trying to regain balance to no avail.

The sound of blood rushed through your ears, eventually slowing down, giving enough room for the essence of a knock from the door to sink in. You swallowed harshly. “Yes?” “Y/N/N?” Melanie asked, “Are you alright?” You didn’t respond, small pools of salty water trailing down your cheeks. You could hear the door creak open, Melanie’s visibly concerned face coming into light. “What happened?” She asked sinking to the ground, grabbing and holding you as you sobbed into the shoulder of her t-shirt.

“I’m so fucking dumb.” You mumbled.

“What?” She asked.

“I should’ve know.” You scratched out, “I’m no good for him. I’ve known him for a day and look at me, pathetically attached like he’s my fucking soul mate or some shit.”

“This is about Gerard, isn’t it?” You nodded. She sighed. “I wish I had a good answer for you, but I don’t.”

“I never knew someone could get attached this easily.” “Neither did I, to be honest with you.” You nodded, staring at your fingers. Then you heard some soft footsteps.

“Y/N?” You heard his voice, you and Melanie’s eyes both shooting open. She helped you up, grabbing some toilet paper and quickly washing the tears off your face. It didn’t help much with the swelling or redness which had also found it’s way to your appearance, and grabbing your hand hoisting you up to standing. “Hey,” He walked in, his face dropping from a light smile to a frown. “What’s wrong?” You looked at Melanie, who was too freaking out.

“Oh um, Y/N just started her period, yeah.” You aggressively nudged her, eyeing her, Gerard’s eyes going wide. That’s the best excuse? “Hormones, ya know.”

“Yeah, um,” Gerard stopped, nervously rubbing the back of his neck, “I-I should get going.” He tightly smiled, “If you need anything, just call me.” He looked to you and you nodded. He walked out with speed, closing the door behind him.

“What the fuck?” You turned to her. “My period?” “I was freaking out okay?” She defended, “You turned to me and I had no clue what to do!” You huffed.

“That may have made it worse. A lot worse.”

“It’s fine, he’ll forget about it soon.” “Mhm.” You rolled your eyes, “Sure. Sure he will.”

#gerard way x reader #gerard way fanfiction #my chemical romance #My Chem #my chemical gerard #my chemical gee #my chemical romance x reader #mcr fanfiction #mcr x reader #mcr #mcr gerard

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richiefuckfacetozier · 7 years

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Chapter 6: Take My Breath Away

Story: It’s Not My Fault

Title - Take My Breath Away by Berlin

Note: I commissioned @slashpalooza to make the photo above based on this chapter of my fic!

For other chapters - | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 |

Eddie’s lost his mind. Which Richie knew would happen eventually. His small and carefully controlled boyfriend (well, controlled compared to me) was bound to go crazy sooner or later.

Eddie vowed to be a disgusting couple while they were in Vermont to punish their friends, which Richie did not take seriously. Eddie will not even hold hands in public, there was no way he was going to KISS me too.

Wrong party of 1 under Tozier. The first day at the slopes Richie and Eddie waited outside for the others to rent skiing gear or buy other supplies. Eddie was bundled in a blue ski suit that engulfed him, the hood popped up with his goggles around his neck. He was rubbing his gloved hands together and bouncing from one foot to the other trying to warm up. Richie went to hold Eddie’s hand (to test the waters of course) and Eddie snatched it away automatically. I knew he wouldn’t do it. Then something seemed to click with Eddie.

“Shit...wait...we don’t know anyone here,” Eddie said gazing at Richie. Those brown eyes with flecks of grey in them darkened like he had a secret, a small smile played on his lips as his eyes flickered to Richie’s mouth.

Richie was about to make a crude comment (as one does) when Eddie grabbed a fistful of his ski coat and pulled him down. All his words were lost against Eddie’s mouth. He tried to kiss Eddie gently, carefully, but it wasn’t gentleness Eddie wanted. Eddie knotted his fists in Richie’s coat, pulling him harder against him.

It was like something ignited in Eddie that had been bubbling right below the surface. It was exciting and terrifying for Richie. Eddie was trying to deepen the kiss and Richie willing obliged. He tasted minty as their tongues collided. He craved the moments when Eddie was this affectionate that it seemed dreamlike. Almost crave it as much as when I get Eddie angry, hee hee hee.

Eddie kept deepening their kiss completely taking charge. This exchange seemed to breathe life into Richie. He was usually the one initiating everything that he did not know what to do except give in and melt into it. He wrapped his arms around Eddie’s jacketed waist to gain a little control and sighed in content. Eddie always made Richie feel calm and focused. It was like nothing else existed, just Eddie and him.

Eventually, Eddie needed to pull away and catch his breath. His ski hood had fallen down revealing how flushed his face was. They were both panting, their breathing mingled together staring at each other in surprise and excitement. Richie sometimes could not believe Eddie and him were even together then a kiss like that reminded him how real they were.

“You smell like coconut?” Eddie said in confusion bringing Richie’s face forward to smell the top of his head.

“Oh, I borrowed Beverly’s shampoo this morning because I forgot to pack some,” Richie chuckled as Eddie hummed appreciatively releasing his face. Richie ran a hand through his curls smirking, “Do you like it?”

“I didn’t say that,” Eddie took a hold of Richie’s right hand refusing to look at him. Even through their gloved fingers, this made his skin tingle.

“You didn’t have too. Your face is an open book sometimes.” Richie brushed his lips lightly against Eddie’s cheek. Eddie tried to glare but he just laughed. “A book I could read all day, my peppermint.”

“You are seriously still doing candy pet names for me?” Eddie said rolling his eyes but with a cute grin plastered on his face.

“Of course lovely licorice.” Richie bopped Eddie on the nose which just made him crinkle his face in annoyance. “Fuck, you’re so cute.”

“Shut up you stupid sap,” Eddie said before kissing him into silence.

“You both make me want to kill myself,” Stanley said coming out of the ski store.

“Should have thought of that before you pulled a Judas,” Eddie said flipping Stanley off. Bill and Mike walked out next with bags of supplies.

“Just keeping you honest. You get jealous with Richie. Like a green-eyed monster.” Stanley smirked.

“Richie gets more jealous with Eddie.” Mike pointed out. “Well, he gets needy is more accurate.”

“Mikey is right about that. But it is because I’m always needy and horny for you.” Richie pulled Eddie in to kiss his cheek.

Eddie pushed his face away, “Don’t be gross.”

“What? You can be gross and couplely but I can’t? Double standard.” Richie protested.

“You make everything sexual,” Eddie complained.

“Also, couplely is not a word.” Stanley piped in. Richie rolled his eyes. Spelling��police.

When Beverly and Ben came out of the store, they all headed to the slopes. “I’m so excited! I haven’t gone skiing since...um...since,” Eddie could not get the words out.

“Your dad?” Bill finished quietly. Eddie nodded solemnly. Richie squeezed his hand and Eddie returned the gesture.

Eddie quickly tried to change the subject, “Oh Beverly, if you get motion sickness. Let me give you one of my pills. You might get nauseous going down the trails.”

"My boyfriend is so caring and perfect," Richie bragged. Eddie hip checked him but did not argue like usual.

“Thank you, Eddie!” Beverly said gratefully as he went into one of his pockets and handed her a chewable pill.

“Can someone do the easy course with me? I really don’t think I can do this.” Ben said nervously. He was holding his gear awkwardly, clearly anxious about learning to ski.

“No can do Benny Boy,” Richie said. “I want to do the black diamond course.”

“Richie, you should do an intermediate level and work your way to black diamond.” Eddie insisted. “That way you don’t get bored of the black diamond course.”

“You know me so well.” Richie cooed.

“He knows how to p-p-play you is more like it,” Bill said from behind them and Stanley let out a laugh.

“What was that Big Bill?” Richie shouted sarcastically. “Could not hear you over my love for Eds.”

“Don’t call me—” But Richie planted a kiss on Eddie’s lips before he could finish. Eddie kissed back then bit Richie’s lip.

“You bit me!” Richie said pulling away and licking his lip to see if there was blood. It was definitely tender but no blood. “That was so fucking hot.”

Eddie blushed furiously clearly horrified at what he had just done. “Shut up, I’m not hot.” I beg to differ. “Come on Ben, let’s go to the easy course.” Eddie let go of Richie’s hand, “Anyone else coming?”

“I will!” Mike said following the other two toward the beginner trail. Richie watched Eddie walk away already feeling a pang of sadness at being away from him. I miss him when he’s not around. Is that a gay thing to think? Oh wait, I am gay.

Bill grabbed Richie’s arm to guide him toward the ski lifts that would drop them off at the intermediate course. Bill was laughing as he said, “Richie, don’t p-p-pine. You’ll see him in a c-couple of hours.”

Richie threw his head back dramatically. “YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND MOM, I LOVE HIM!” Richie made a high pitched voice that echoed all around.

“He’s going to start an avalanche,” Stanley huffed out. “Well, as long as we lose him in it, then I guess that is alright.”

“You always make me feel so special Stanny,” Richie wiped away a fake tear as Stanley punched him in the arm.

When they got to the lifts, Beverly and Richie grabbed a chair together. They had their skis on, helmets fastened, and goggles secured on their faces.

“I like the pink goggles you have,” Beverly laughed at him.

“Eddie dared me to get them, so I bought matching ones for us.” Richie looked down as the lift slowly brought them up the mountain. The ground was getting further away and Richie’s adrenaline was kicking in.

“You two are cute when you don’t have to hide your relationship,” Beverly commented. Richie looked at her, but could only see his face reflected in her goggles. “I’ve never seen Eddie so relaxed and…”

“Happy.” Richie finished. “It feels really weird, but I am also completely obsessed with how much he has been kissing me and letting me kiss him.”

“Oh, I am sure you are.” Beverly bumped him with her shoulder and he bumped back.

“What are you implying?” Richie smiled innocently.

“That you are a Hound Dog,” Beverly accused pointing at him with the top of her skiing pole.

Richie shrugged, “I just know what I want and go for it.”

“At least you are careful with Eddie. He certainly wants to be a lot bolder than he actually feels comfortable with.” Beverly warned.

“Trust me, I know,” Richie said. I am always the one to cool us down when we are going too fast. Eddie can’t control himself at all, which just makes him all the cuter. A sign indicating they were almost to the top came in view. “Looks like we are almost there, race you to the bottom!”

Richie lifted the metal bar and was off. The rush of passing obstacles and speeding down the hill was giving him the biggest high. He felt weightless and free as if he had no problems. It reminded him of the first time he kissed Eddie. Or rather when he kissed him shyly and Eddie grabbed his face as he tried to pull away and continued the kiss. It was electric and he felt like he was flying.

Stanley, Bill, Beverly, and him did the intermediate hill three more times before taking a break. Richie went over to the bunny slopes to find the others. Eddie was still teaching Ben how to properly ski with some difficulty. Mike, on the other hand, was flirting up a storm with a teenage instructor. Richie tried to assist Eddie but was shooed away so he could concentrate on helping Ben. Well, better go bother Mike.

“Oh hey there Mikey,” Richie came up behind him slinging his arm around his shoulders. “Who is your new friend?”

“Richie this is Eliza, Eliza this is Richie...the bane of my existence.” Mike poked Richie’s side and he retracted his arm.

“I think he means the best thing to come into existence.” Richie corrected with a toothy grin.

Eliza laughed at his antics, “Well, aren’t you a piece of work.”

“Best artwork you will ever see,” Richie made a Roman Statue pose stretching his arm out trying to look smooth. This made her laugh harder and Mike groan in embarrassment.

Mike shook his head, “Eliza was just saying there is a party at her place this weekend because her parents are out of town. She has invited us to go if we want too.”

“Fuck yeah! I will have to ask my other half first,” Richie turned to see if Eddie was nearby. He saw him picking Ben up off the snowy ground. “Hey, sour patch! Can we go to a party this weekend?” Eddie finished helping Ben up then started trudging over to them.

“Damn, you have a girlfriend? That’s going to disappoint a lot of my friends.” Eliza pouted. “You don’t have a girlfriend do you, Mike?”

“I don’t,” Mike’s voice wavered at her flirting. “And neither does Richie.”

“Then what does he mean by other half—”

Eddie came up next to Richie not even looking at Mike or the girl and pulled him down for a kiss.

“Oh my god is he your boyfriend?!” Eliza squealed. They both looked at her in alarm. “That is so cute. You two HAVE to come to my party.”

“What party?” Eddie asked warily.

“Eliza here is throwing a teenage rager and inviting us losers to come, my dear Eddie,” Richie said playing with the goggles around Eddie’s neck absentmindedly. Eddie looked at him clearly not interested in going to a party.

“I just realized you two have matching goggles, I want to cry.” Eliza put her hands over her mouth giddily.

Eddie gave her a sweet, slightly uncertain smile, “It is nice to meet you, Eliza. Why don’t you give Mike the details for your party and we will hopefully see you there?”

Eddie yanked Richie away to give Mike some more time with her. They walked over to a sitting area that allowed them to take off their footgear. Richie stretched out his legs, already sore from skiing.

“She was kind of weird,” Richie blurted out. “But I want to go to her party.”

“Don’t be fucking rude, she seemed nice.” Eddie hesitated a moment, “And also far too into us being a couple.”

“Maybe in Vermont, they actually like gay people.” Richie shrugged. Eddie leaned his head against Richie’s shoulder comfortably. Richie placed his hand on Eddie’s knee and watched all the kids (and Ben) learning to ski. They stayed in a friendly silence just being happy they could show simple forms of affection.

“We can go to the party if you want to,” Eddie sighed out.

“Well, don’t hide your excitement from me,” Richie grinned as he kissed the top of Eddie’s head. Lavender soap as perfectly usual. He kept his face in his locks for a little longer nuzzling his face there.

Eddie moved his head away to look at him pointedly, “Are you trying to not so subtly smell my head?”

Richie grinned at him, “You smelled mine earlier! Can’t a guy bask in your scent without being judged?”

Eddie frowned at him disgusted, “Don’t say scent.”

“Would you prefer fragrance? Odor? Arrrrrroma?” Richie purred the last word bringing his face close to Eddie’s so their noses touched.

“None thanks, ya freak.” Even with the insult, Eddie brought his lips forward to lightly kiss him. Richie wanted more but felt a hesitancy, so let himself stare at Eddie’s kind face. He was smiling except it did not reach his eyes. Richie was trying to read what he was thinking but could not figure out why Eddie was not over the moon happy. Unlike me, who has never been so thrilled.

“You want to tell me what’s wrong?” Richie asked taking Eddie’s gloved hands in his own.

“Just wish this weekend could last forever,” Eddie whispered.

“Me too.” Richie smiled warmly, “I’ll never get the chance to do as much PDA with you again once you decide to stop punishing our friends.”

Eddie’s smile broadened and this time his eyes twinkled, “I kind of keep forgetting I’m doing it to punish them because I just like kissing your stupid face.”

“My stupid face is all about it.” Richie laughed kissing Eddie’s nose, forehead, and cheeks.

“Stop sucking face! There are children around.” Came Mike’s voice from a distance. Eddie kissed Richie full on the mouth both of them flipping off Mike as they did.

“Now, shall we do the black diamond trail?” Richie said when they pulled away.

Eddie shook his head vigorously, “No way in hell. I’ve already got an arm susceptible to breaking a second time.” They started to put their gear back on.

“Come on candy corn, it’ll be fun!” Richie got up first and put his hands out to help Eddie up.

Eddie let himself be hoisted to his feet, “No Rich, I’m not comfortable doing it.”

“That’s not what your mother said last night,” Richie wiggled his eyebrows.

“And a sweet moment destroyed once more by Trashmouth. Bye asshole.” Eddie made his way over to Ben who had finally managed to stay on his skis long enough to do a bunny hill.

Richie went looking for Beverly before heading to the black diamond. He found Bill and Stanley talking while glaring at a small crowd of guys. “What’s up losers?” Richie asked looking at the Vermont boys curiously trying to figure out why they were glaring at them.

“See those guys?” Bill said still glaring.

“I do have eyes and can see them but why do we give a fuck—” Richie stopped talking when he realized Beverly was in the center talking to these strangers. She had taken off her helmet and was blushing a little from the cold. Or maybe she was blushing for another reason. A knot of jealousy formed in Richie’s stomach at seeing his best friend surrounded by anyone other than the Losers Club.

“Um, fuck no.” Richie breathed. He began to march over to his redheaded friend.

“Richie! Wait!” Stanley hissed. He ignored him and kept trekking. Richie could hear Stanley and Bill stumbling after him. Good, the more back up the better.

Richie shoved his way through two of the guys. He heard a “What the fuck” from one of them.

“Hey Bev,” Richie threw his arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek.

She looked at him in confusion, “Hey Rich, everything ok?”

He shrugged not taking his eyes off her to acknowledge the others, “Totally fine. Bill, Stan and I are ready to do the black diamond course. Shall we?”

“Absolutely!” She grabbed her helmet and began buckling it on.

“We were all going there too, Bevvie.” Chimed in one of the guys. Desperate much?

She seemed to debate something in her head. No one would have noticed if Richie did not know her so well. She smiled at the guy and said, “Oh! Cool. Why don’t you come with us?”

Richie turned his face toward them, “I’m Richie Tozier, and who the fuck are you?” Richie could feel Beverly’s gaze burn into the side of his face but she stayed silent.

“I’m Kyler—”

“Nice to meet you, Tyler,” Richie put out his hand to shake but the guy did not take it.

“It’s Kyler. Do we have a problem?” Him and his friends straightened up a bit, looking ready for a fight.

Bill stepped in between them like the leader he is, “D-d-don’t mind Richie, his n-n-nickname is Trashmouth for a reason. I’m Bill and this is Stanley.”

“What’s wrong with you?” One of the other guys said.

Stanley walked forward, “Nothing is wrong with him. He has a stutter. What’s wrong with you?” Bill placed a hand on Stanley’s shoulder to keep him calm.

Richie slowly stood next to Stanley in solidarity. Richie felt like he was in a movie where the action is slowed for dramatic effect. The other guys seemed older than them, but Richie and Bill were taller. We could take them. Richie waited for Bill to take the lead. None of them moved, they just stared them down.

Beverly poked Richie’s back so he would move aside. “Alright, now that everyone has shown off their dicks can we go to the black diamond trail?”

The scene came back to reality immediately. They all looked embarrassed, trying to shrug off the encounter as if nothing had happened. Except me, I’m never embarrassed. I ooze confidence. Richie followed Beverly toward the lifts, everyone walking in a deathly quiet.

The Myler guy broke the awkward silence, “We were telling Beverly that there is a party tomorrow, which you Maine kids can come too.”

“Same party hosted by a Miss Eliza?” Richie said keeping under control.

Beverly laughed, “Why am I not surprised that you’ve already been invited?”

“One day in Vermont and he’s already the most popular guy around.” Stanley drawled out from behind him. Richie turned his head and blew Stanley a kiss.

Bill bumped him good-naturedly, “Maybe he n-n-needs to be k-k-kicked out of the Losers Club. Clearly too good for us.”

He grabbed his heart in horror, “You can’t kick out the President of the Losers Club!”

“Bill’s the president, not you,” Stanley argued.

“Rude,” Richie said.

“What’s the Losers Club?” Jyler guy popped in.

“The four of us plus three other losers. We are best friends.” Beverly explained.

“That’s cool.” Byler guy nodded trying to get next to Beverly. Richie made sure he was right up against her. Despite her clear frustration, she let him be protective.

“We are the farthest from cool, but thanks,” Beverly said. Richie could feel the tension from before ease a little and they settled into a banter with the Vermont boys.

When they got to the lifts, Richie surprised everyone by saying, “Are we racing down the mountain...um...I want to say, Wyler?” Any way to keep him away from Beverly.

“It’s KYLER. And you are so on Maine.” They stood next to each other in line, ready to board the lift. The other Vermont boys went together. Stanley boarded with Beverly and Bill got a lift by himself.

They hopped onto the seat and brought the bar down. Richie pulled his goggles over his eyes. He took the chance to look over this guy. He had dirty blonde hair and fairly attractive features. Some acne on his chin, which he seemed to be trying to cover with a patchy beard. He is definitely a douchebag, I have a sense about these things.

Nyler guy looked over at him and asked, “So are you and Bevvie an item?”

“I wouldn’t call her Bevvie, man. And she’s basically my wife.” Richie responded.

“You’re married?!” He asked confused. "Oh man, I am so sorry I didn't know."

“What? No! I have a boyfriend.” Richie said. “The cutest guy here.” This guy is an idiot too.

Hyler guy let out a nervous laugh, “Oh you’re gay. Great.”

“I’m bisexual, but why is that great?” Richie asked glaring. Not that he can see my glare through the goggles, but I know it is there. That’s what counts.

“Come on man, you must have guessed I am into her.” He said chuckling. They were almost to the top. Richie braced himself, ready to beat this jerk off.

They lifted the bar up and as Richie landed he said, “She’ll eat you for breakfast.” This guy would learn soon enough that Beverly is not to be messed with.

Richie zoomed down the mountainside. He knew his recklessness was coming out because he almost hit a tree and a person. He was going faster than he had ever gone before. His mind went blank for a moment as the feeling of blissfulness was so real and overwhelming. When he reached the bottom he started to do a victory dance.

I won the race of course because I’m the best around. I AM THE CHAMPION MY FRIENDSSSSS. AND I’LL KEEP ON FIGHTING ‘TIL THE END. Oh look, it’s my boyfriend.

“Hey eds!” Richie called as Eddie made his way over clearly laughing at his dancing. He gave Eddie a huge hug lifting him off the ground.

“Don’t call me Eds,” He tried to fight Richie but ended up laughing too hard. Eddie put his hands on Richie’s shoulders to gain some balance.

Richie adjusted his grip around his legs, so Eddie would not tip backward, “Whatever you say, Eds. I just creamed a guy on the black diamond course. It was amazing.”

“My champion,” Eddie grinned down at him.

Richie’s mouth opened in awe, “Ok, that’s super weird. I was just thinking about the Queen song.”

“I know Richie. I heard you singing it.” Eddie giggled then planted an open mouth kiss on Richie. Richie felt on top of the world.

“GET A ROOM!” Bill’s voice could be heard somewhere.

They laughed and when Eddie pulled away he patted Richie’s cheek, “Now put me down, I want food.”

Richie plopped him on his feet unceremoniously, “We have to get Ben ‘N Jerry’s every day we are here.”

Eddie gained his footing frowning a little, “It’s freezing dipshit.”

“It is never too cold for ice cream!” Richie grabbed Eddie’s hand and dragged him along.

...To Be Continued

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4 please

this one is really long, just to warn you

honeymoon!lashton get prepared for some fluff and some smut

That’s it.

We just got married.

Ashton and I are married.

He’s my husband and I’m his.

He’s mine forever.

I can’t believe I’m going to spend the rest of my life with the man of my dreams.

We didn’t sleep at all last night. We were partying. Since it was the night of the wedding, we still had to tidy the room where we ate the feist and danced but I didn’t want it to be over so Ashton, Michael, Calum and our friends all changed into some more comfortable clothes and went to ‘the nice guy’. And because we come a lot to this club, the baristas and all the staff start to know us pretty well.

As we all entered, a lot of people noticed us, which was normal since we were approximately twenty and all of us were tipsy.

“Wow!” Said Ian, one of the baristas “what a wave of hot people ! What’s bringing you guys here ?”

“Luke and Ashton just got married!” Calum yelled back

“No shit” he said “come on lovebirds this one’s on the house”

And that’s how we ended up not sleeping.

It was now nine am. We had gotten back to the ball room and we still had to tidy up. I was exhausted. I couldn’t wait to get on the plane and fly to the destination our families and friends had booked for us. We had no idea where we were going. We only knew it was a hot place.

As i was swiping the confetti/glitters on the floor with a broomstick, Michael came in.

“Put that broomstick down as far as i know you you’re not a wizard” he said

“Mikey, we gotta clean”

“No we don’t, Cal and i just called a cleaning agency and hired a bunch of people to do it for us, plus, you and Ash should leave because your flight is in four hours and you still need to get to the airport”

“Shit you guys are the best” i said, hugging him “but i regret to say that my suitcase isn’t ready at all”

“Your brothers went to your house and made it for you, and they helped the irwins make Ashton’s. Your suitcases are waiting for you in the glorious limo outside” he smiled

“What’s going on?” Ashton said, just getting out of the bathroom

“We’re off to the airport!” i said

“What? Without our suitcases?”

“Our siblings went to our house this morning and made them, oh and there’s a limo waiting for us outside”

“What about cleaning up this place?”

“The people i’ve hired will take care of it” Michael said

“No shit” my husband smiled

“We better hurry our flight is in four hours”

“No shit!” he said, starting to panick.

Then ashton ran to hug Michael and thank him before he took my hand in his and started running towards the exit.

There, our friends and family were all gathered up in front of the black limo to say goodbye to us and telling us to enjoy our honeymoon and everything.

“You’re still my baby boy no matter what happens okay honey?”

“Yeah mum…” i said, rolling my eyes but hugging her anyways

“Sweetheart we have to go” Ashton said, putting his hand on my waist from behind

“Oh yeah you’re right” i said

“You better take care of my son now that i gave you my benediction” my father said

“Of course Andrew, i’ll take care of him like the most precious diamond ever found” Ashton said, giving my dad a handshake

“I’m the most precious diamond ever found” i said

“Shit his head is swelling we better go”

We said goodbye to everyone and climbed into the limo before it started and drove us to the airport.

Not even half an hour of driving had passed, i was already fast asleep with my head on Ashton’s lap. He, on the other hand, was stroking my hair and slightly sleeping with his head on the headrest.

“Baby wake up, we’re at the airport” he said, gently

“Five more minutes please”

“We have a plane in two hours and a half”

“Mh… ‘m tired”

He sighed but said nothing, it felt like a tiny victory, until he started pinching my cheeks like my grandmother used to do when i was a kid.

“Ash!” i said, getting up “not even a day of wedding and you’re already annoying me!”

“Not even a day of wedding and you’re already complaining, i doubt this’ll go far”

“Oh shut up and get out of the car and hold your hand out like the gentleman you are”

He smiled and did as told.

“Mr. Irwin” Ash said as i took his hand

I blushed and got out of the car before taking our suitcases that the chauffeur had already taken out of the trunk.

“Thank you sir” Ash said, getting out his wallet

“Oh no Mr. Irwin, your friends already took care of everything, including the paying, and don’t bother giving me any tip, they did it too”

“Awesome” i said

We said goodbye to the chauffeur and entered in the airport.

I took out the envelope Calum just gave us before we left, clearly written on it “don’t open before arriving at the airport” and as we were in front of the big signs that showed the arriving and the departures of the planes, i opened it.

“Where are we going?” Ashton asked

I read the paper “Milos island? What? But our plane tickets don’t go to Milos island”

“Where do they go?”

“Athens”

Ashton took out his phone and googled it “Milos is a greek island but we have to go to athens first. In case you didn’t notice we have eight plane tickets so two more flights”

“Oh my god we’re going to Greece!” i said

He smiled before kissing me gently, then we grabbed our suitcases again and went to the security check-up. We were now in the waiting room in front of our boarding door.

As i was falling asleep on Ashton’s shoulder, a call was made to tell us that our flight was now ready for boarding, so my man shook me a little and we got in the plane.

Now let’s go for fourteen hours of flight to Athens then another hour to reach Milos.

Our friends and family booked us first class tickets so we actually were able to lay down completely without disturbing the person behind us. Also, our seats were in a little compartment of two like every other seats so we could sleep or have some privacy without people seeing us, except if they stood up. I was so tired that i went directly on my seat and started drifting off to my own little world, my eyelids feeling so heavy. Ash did the same and it was a shame we had to wait for the plane to take off to lay our seats. But hey, at some point it took off and once it reached his highest point, the seatbelt lights turned off and i immediately laid down and so did Ash. we closed the little sliding doors to have our own little rooms and Ash pulled up the armrest so we could cuddle whilst sleeping. And that’s how we spent our flight.

After we arrived in Athens, we still had to take another plane to Milos, but this was short and soon, we reached our destination. There, a guy stood holding a sign with our name on it, he was dressed in a fancy tuxedo like the one who drove us to LAX so we knew it was for us. Once we reached the limo, yes, another limo, he told us in a strong greek accent that he already knew the directions to where he was supposed to drive us and that we didn’t need to pay him. We climbed in the back and surprisingly we were waited by a bottle of Bollinger, an expensive french champagne that tastes so good in my opinion and two crystal flutes along with it.

Ashton opened it and poured some of the alcoholic beverage in our flutes before giving me mine and saying.

“Here’s to us my love”

I smiled before lightly hitting his glass with mine “to us”

Maybe half an hour later, we finally arrived to where we were supposed to stay for the next week. But it wasn’t a hotel like i was expecting. It was a greek villa out of the city with nothing surrounding us except mountains and the sea that was so close to the house we had a long staircase leading directly to the sand. We also had a nice view of the city behind the house.

As we entered the house with our suitcases, we were amazed to see that we literally had nothing to do but relax and enjoy ourselves. There was a basket full of fruits and the groceries had already been done. It was four in the afternoon so we decided to put our suitcases to our bedroom which by the way was amazing and seemed so comfy, and put our swimming trunks on to go to our little private beach. I was about to go down the outside staircase but Ashton started running and picked me up on his shoulder before running down the stairs and throwing us in the water. I swam to him and wrapped my arms around his neck as he wrapped his around my waist and kissed him deeply. He picked me up and i wrapped my legs around his waist, now hanging to him like a koala to its eucalyptus.

“I love you” i whispered in between the kisses

“I love you too baby, so much” he said and bit my bottom lip

“Not more than i love you” i said, deepening the kiss

“Are we really going to get into that right now?” he pecked my lips

“No” i ran my hands through his now wet hair and kept kissing him.

Then he moved his hands down to my bum and squeezed it gently.

“Not here” i said, resting my head on the crook of his neck “don’t want sand in my butt”

“Can’t your husband touch your magnificent ass without it being sexual?”

“My husband can do whatever he wants to do to me, he could throw me to the lions i’d still trust him”

“Why would your husband throw you to the lions ?”

“And why not?”

“Because then you’d die and your husband would be so sad he’d give himself to the lions because it’d be impossible for him to live without the love of his life”

“My husband is so cheesy it makes me wanna gag” i giggled

“Yeah and your husband loves you so you better get along with it because you’re stuck with him until the end of times”

“Your husband loves you too” i whispered to him, my head still resting on the crook of his neck.

I closed my eyes and inhaled his scent. He smelt like his cologne, his coconut shampoo and sea water.

“I could fall asleep right now” i said

“Well don’t, i still wanna swim”

“You’re mean” i said and pinched his arm

“Who’s mean now?”

“We’re equal now” i said and pecked his lips

Then Ashton walked further into the water until we had water up until our nipples.

“I never want to let go of you” i said

“You’ve got me for forever baby”

“Doesn’t mean i’ll ever want to let go of you”

“You’ll have to eventually cause i’m about to race you to that big rock right there”

Next thing i knew he was tickling me so i was forced to jump and let go of him.

“Last one to the rock has to cook dinner” he said before starting swimming

“Hey! That’s not fair ! you used to be a swimming champion back to school days”

“I’d love to eat some pasta with homemade tomato sauce oh my god my stomach is growling”

So… i lost. And i cooked him his pasta and tomato sauce. I mean i had no chance, have you seen how he’s built like a swimmer?

After we finished eating, we put our plates in the dishwasher and went straight up to our room. We undressed and brushed our teeth before getting into bed.

“Babe” i said “this is the night of our honeymoon you know what that means?” i bit my lip

But Ashton was quick to straddle my hips and hold my arms above my head.

“Hell yeah i do, i’ve been controlling myself too long today” he said, starting to grind his hardening crotch against mine.

I whined and bit my lip. He kept grinding for a few moments before he let go of my hands and i took the opportunity to push him on the bed and go in between his legs. I took his underwear off as his huge member sprung free onto his lower stomach. I rubbed his thighs before grabbing his dick and pumping it slowly making him groan. I was quick to wrap my lips around his pink tip and sinking down on him.

“God fucking dammit” he groaned

I kept bobbing my head up and down and laid my tongue flat on his length. I went down until my nose was touching his pubes and his dick, the back of my throat. I stayed like that for a bit, only moving my tongue around until i heard him moan followed by a “geez stop teasing” groan. So i bobbed my head up and down a few times before i pulled out, taking his member in my hand and licking a stripe up to his tip, then licked back down to his balls.

“Fuck” he groaned, taking a fistful of my hair in his big hand “get up or i’m gonna come”

I did as told and he gently laid me down on the mattress before taking off my underwear, leaving me naked under him.

He pecked my lips and then prepped kissed all along my chest down to my hips. Then he spread my legs and placed his head in between my thighs, just in front of my puckered hole.

Ashton blew on it, making me squirm before he started kissing my cheeks to my hole. Then i felt his wet tongue on my tight ring of muscles, i gasped and arched my back as he started moving his tongue around. I was squirming so much he had to push on my hips to keep me still.

“Fuck Ash yes” i whimpered.

But then i felt one of his long fingers at my hole, he slowly pushed it in as i sighed in pleasure. He moved it in and out of me painfully slowly before adding a second and starting scissoring me. His fingers were so close to my sweet spot i felt frustration every time he brushed past it. But then he touched it, and kept rubbing it. I threw my head back in ecstasy and moaned out loud.

“Oh right there baby”

A few minutes after and i was all opened up and ready for him. He lubed himself up and aligned his tip with my hole before gently pushing it. I gasped at how big he was compared to his fingers as he placed his large hands on each side of the pillow next to my head. He pushed his cock all the way until his hips came in contact with mine.

I looked at him. His eyes were closed, his eyebrows furrowed and his bottom lip was trapped between his teeth as he released a deep moan. He was beautiful, no he was stunning. He was the most gorgeous thing I had ever laid my eyes on. I couldn’t resist but run my hand through his wavy locks and moan at the sight of him. He opened his eyes and looked down at me. I brought him down and kissed him deeply as he started bottoming out of me before pushing in again. I whined against his lips and pulled on his hair a bit, making him groan in pleasure. Fun fact, I’m usually the one with the hair pulling kink. He broke the kiss, giving me a last peck before burying his face in my neck and sucking on the thin skin. I moaned as he licked all the way down to my collarbone and sucked on my skin from time to time. I pulled him up and decided it was my turn to mark him with all the love I had. Knowing his lower neck was one of his sweet spots, I started by gently licking. Ashton gasped and sped up the pace of his hips, his dick going deeper with each thrust. I took his skin in between my teeth and sucked on it, leaving a faint bruise. But then he hit my sweet spot with the tip of his dick and i threw my head back, moaning loudly.

“Ash! Oh my god do that again!”

And he did. Repeatedly. My hands left his hair to go scratch his back as he lowered one of his hands to my left ass cheek, massaged it before slapping it.

“Fuck” I moaned, scratching his back harder.

“How close are you my love” he asked, each of his thrusts getting harder than the previous one.

“Soon” I whimpered

He started moving his hand from my ass to my cock but before he could, I took his hand in mine and intertwined our fingers.

“Wanna come untouched” I breathed out

“Oh fuck” he groaned and crashed his lips on mine.

I felt the familiar warm and tingling sensation at the pit of my stomach as my moans grew higher.

“I’m close too baby” he said, knowing I was approaching my orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum” I whimpered on his lips

Ashton groaned and picked up the pace, or tried to because his thrust became sloppier each time.

He hit my prostate hard which made me come, hard on our chests with a long moan.

Few seconds later and he was coming inside of me with a deep grunt leaving his pink lips.

He bottomed out of me and collapsed on the bed.

“I love you” he said, catching his breath.

“I love you too my husband” I replied, crawling close to him as he took me in his strong arms.

I lifted up my head so he could kiss me, then he took my left hand in his and admired my wedding ring.

“Damn it looks so good on you” he said

“It’s not the same as I remembered”

My ring was supposed to be the same as his. A thin gold ring with our initials carved inside with a little ‘I love you’ next to them. But on mine were tiny diamonds all around it.

“That’s because I told the lady to add these tiny diamonds on it so it would be prettier. Don’t you like it ? Cause I know you do”

“No no I do, I love it, it’s the most beautiful ring I have ever seen”

“It looks to pretty on your finger” he said and kissed my ring.

I looked at his now. It was plain gold. But it suits him. It blended so well with his large hand and long fingers.

“Yours looks good on you too” I said, lacing our fingers.

Ashton pulled the covers over us and kissed my cheek repeatedly before turning the lights off.

“Good night husband” he said

“Good night husband” I answered, kissing him.

And we fell asleep.

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You bring coconuts too, Mikey

Gerard to Mikey- (3 things you’d bring to a desert island)

CAUSE MIKEY SAID HE’D BRING A CONCH-SHELL X

#I literally cried okay that was so damn adorable!!!!#my chemical romance #gerard way #mikey way #mcr interview #wttbp #black parade era

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The Best Ice Cream In NYC

As you print out old photos from summers past and gently stroke them as if to say, “I’ll never forget you,” it’s important to remember that ice cream is still there for you. Plenty of ice cream spots around the city are open for takeout and delivery, including the best of the best.

Looking for soft serve? We have a guide for that too.

the spots Noah Devereaux Eddie's Sweet Shop $ $ $ $ Dessert in Forest Hills , Queens $$$$ 10529 Metropolitan Ave

We only recently learned that Eddie’s Sweet Shop is the oldest ice cream parlor in New York City - but, in retrospect, this makes sense. With its chandeliers, vintage wallpaper, and pharmacy-like candy counter, this place looks as though it hasn’t changed in the past 90 years. In the 1950s, people probably came here and thought, “How quaint.” More importantly, however, this Forest Hills spot serves big scoops of dense, classic ice cream flavors, and their Banana Royal is a massive pile of ice cream topped with whipped cream and sprinkles. It’ll make you feel as if you’re in elementary school and you just won a spelling bee.

Noah Devereaux Emack & Bolio's Ice Cream $ $ $ $ Ice Cream , Dessert in Upper East Side $$$$ 1564 1st Ave

We have a hypothesis that Emack and Bolio’s menu went through R&D with a focus group of particularly imaginative six-year-olds. This may explain the fact that you can order your ice cream in a cone covered in fruit loops and marshmallows. Our advice here is to be as outrageous as possible with your flavor and topping decisions. You’re eating ice cream, not choosing an insurance plan.

Noah Devereaux The Original Chinatown Ice Cream Factory $ $ $ $ Ice Cream , Dessert in Chinatown $$$$ 65 Bayard St

Like all of the most respected 42-year-olds you know, the Original Chinatown Ice Cream Factory has used its years to fine tune itself. Now there are three locations (Chinatown, the Lower East Side and in Flushing), all serving flavors like Chinese egg custard, red bean, and coconut fudge. While we love green tea oreo and the black sesame that comes with specks of sesame seeds, this is the kind of place where you should try new flavors every time you visit.

Mikey Likes It Mikey Likes It Ice Cream $ $ $ $ Ice Cream in East Village $$$$ 199 Avenue A

On a fundamental level, there are only two types of ice cream places. One type prioritizes base ice cream flavors, the other leans toward toppings and mix-ins (although this is, of course, a spectrum). For some reason, the latter also tends to have better names, and Mikey Likes It is a great example. Here, you can get a scoop of “Foxy Brown” with chocolate wafer cookies and a sea salt caramel swirl, or some “Pink Floyd” stuffed with strawberry and cheesecake. It’s a fun spot, and it’s perfect for when your standard ice cream place simply doesn’t have enough to offer.

Davey's Ice Cream $ $ $ $ Ice Cream in East Village $$$$ 137 1st Ave

Remember that ice cream spectrum we were talking about? Davey’s in East Village is at the other end of it. They serve straightforward flavors like strawberry, pistachio, and cookies & cream, and you can get any of these things in a banana split, a milkshake, or a brownie sundae with hot fudge. The lack of gimmicky toppings and mix-ins gives this place an old-school feel, despite the fact that it isn’t especially old - although if you’d like to try something a little more fun, you can always get a slice of peanut pie blended into a milkshake.

Alejandra Marin La Newyorkina $ $ $ $ $$$$ 240 Sullivan St

Known primarily for their paletas, La Newyorkina also serves scoops of ice cream - and if you ignore them, you need to reach inside yourself and wonder why that is. Once you’ve done this, order a scoop of horchata or Mexican chocolate ice cream, or get a sundae with caramelized banana and whipped cream. The ice cream at this Greenwich Village spot is rich and dense, and the tres leches flavor comes packed with chunks of cake that somehow stay fresh and fluffy, despite being frozen.

Emily Schindler OddFellows Ice Cream - The Sandwich Shop $ $ $ $ Ice Cream in East Village $$$$ 75 E 4th St

Some people think this East Village place gets a little too fancy with its flavors. This is, of course, a misconception. Odd Fellows is exactly as fancy as it should be, and when we taste their more-complex flavors, we’re reminded of Icarus’ father, Daedalus. Whereas Icarus flew too close to the sun, Daedalus knew exactly what he was doing, and the result was impressive and majestic without being ostentatious. And that’s the perfect way to describe Odd Fellows’ salty, tangy miso cherry flavor, which is a top 10 all-time NYC ice cream. The flavors (like cornbread and vegan matcha black sesame) change daily, so check their website to see what’s available.

Noah Devereaux Lady Moo-Moo $ $ $ $ Ice Cream in Bedford-Stuyvesant , Brooklyn $$$$ 365 Chauncey St.

Taking ice cream to-go is no new concept at Lady Moo Moo. For years now, this Bed-Stuy spot has been serving things like banana pudding ice cream and yuzu lemon sorbet from a takeout window on the corner of Chauncey Street and Howard Avenue. But if you really want to know why this place is great, focus your attention on their “Rooftop Honey” flavor. It’s pretty simple, and tastes like creamy gold.

Ice & Vice $ $ $ $ Ice Cream in Lower East Side $$$$ 221 E Broadway

A self-proclaimed experimental ice cream shop, Ice & Vice makes its flavors with ingredients like chili lime plantain chips and lemon charcoal. Thankfully, this LES spot knows how to make complicated things actually taste good. Our recommendation? Go with your gut. Like most major TV networks today, this ice cream shop knows how to cater to several different niche audiences at the same time. But just in case you’re curious, the last thing we tried here was the “Opium Den,” which is full of toasted poppy seeds and lemon bread croutons.

Sugar Hill Creamery Sugar Hill Creamery $ $ $ $ Ice Cream in Harlem $$$$ 184 Malcolm X Blvd

We don’t hand out awards for ice cream names, but if we did Sugar Hill Creamery’s A$AP Rocky Road would probably receive some sort of recognition. But you need to order it for the name alone. It’s stuffed with hazelnuts, marshmallows, brownies, and graham crackers, and it’s exactly what you want all over your face on a warm day in Harlem. Or, if you prefer, you can also get some peach cobbler, blueberry cheesecake, or strawberry ice cream with basil and lemon curds. Flavors change depending on the season, so check their website to see what’s available.

Noah Devereaux Brooklyn Farmacy & Soda Fountain $ $ $ $ Ice Cream in Brooklyn , Carroll Gardens $$$$ 513 Henry St.

You don’t come to Brooklyn Farmacy for a scoop of vanilla on a sugar cone. You come to this soda fountain in Carroll Gardens for an embarrassingly large ice cream sundae with pretzel rods sticking out of its sides. And even though you’ll be eating it out of a large to-go cup instead of a glass dessert bowl this summer, the ice cream base of each sundae here will still give you a better understanding of what “velvety” really means.

Van Leeuwen Artisan Ice Cream $ $ $ $ Dessert in Greenpoint $$$$ 620 Manhattan Ave

Flavors don’t get too wild at Van Leeuwen, but each one tastes like its ingredient in its truest form. Your first lick of strawberry, for instance, might taste more like strawberries than an actual strawberry. Do you remember those Gushers commercials from the ’90s? It’s kind of a situation like that in which, after consumption, your head might morph into a plump fruit (in a pleasant way). We don’t know how that visual would manifest for the earl grey, but you need to at least ask for a sample of this delicate, but creamy flavor. And for non-dairy eaters, Van Leeuwen has some of the best vegan ice cream we‘ve ever tried. The coconut cream base isn’t too overpowering, and just as creamy as the dairy-filled original.

Ollie's Ice Cream $ $ $ $ Ice Cream in Brooklyn , Bushwick $$$$ 158 Irving Ave

Dogs are great. Everyone loves dogs. So we fully support Ollie’s choice to serve ice cream for dogs. We have not, however, tried this dog ice cream, and we’re therefore only able to discuss Ollie’s ice cream flavors for humans. It’s wonderful. Thick, sweet, and even slightly fluffy, it should be your go-to frozen dessert in Bushwick. Get a few scoops and bring them down the block to Maria Hernandez Park. The kettle corn flavor with its salty caramel swirls is especially worthwhile, as is the red velvet flavor, which doesn’t really taste like red velvet but is delicious nonetheless.

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What Is A Taper Fade Haircut & Should I Get One?

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What Is A Taper Fade Haircut & Should I Get One?

It was only a generation ago (give or take) that a basin-cut was still a legitimate men’s hairstyle for some barbers. Before the barbershop renaissance in the 21st century, the trade often amounted to a hairy half hour in the chair as someone with minimal training took a hack-it-and-hope approach to your head.

A lot has changed. These days even high-street barbers are capable of creating haircuts akin to artwork, using tools that wouldn’t look out of place in an operating theatre.

Case in point: the taper fade.

This modern haircut element is the perfect mix of classic and contemporary, providing the ideal foundation upon which to build almost any style. As sharp on a LinkedIn bio as it is on a Tinder one, it’s a next-level barbering technique and one that will get you noticed. But just what exactly is it?

Taper Vs. Fade: What’s The Difference?

The first thing to understand about the taper fade is that it is actually an amalgamation of two different barbering tricks – somewhat unsurprisingly, the taper and the fade.

These two cutting methods are similar in that they both offer a way to graduate smoothly between differing lengths of hair. The distinction between the two is that a taper deals with longer hair and sculpts using both scissors and clippers, while a fade is performed with clippers only and is much shorter, right down to the skin usually.

Leading barber Joe Mills, of The Lounge Soho, has a handy analogy to make it clear.

“Think about trousers that taper, says Mills. “They gradually get narrower. So, in haircut terms, a taper is not down to skin but the hair gradually gets shorter. A fade is similar but fades away entirely, hence the term ‘skin fade’. It’s more extreme than a taper.”

What Is A Taper Fade Haircut?

Combining a taper with a fade allows barbers to neatly transition from hair of a significant length, right down to a skin fade with – quite literally – razor-sharp precision. This creates the sort of modern, polished look that would have had the hairdressers of yesteryear scratching at their butchered barnets in astonishment.

How Did The Taper Fade Become Popular?

Both tapered and faded styles have had a huge resurgence over the past few years, thanks in no small part to certain period dramas opening men’s eyes to a new (or old) style of grooming.

“It descended from the old days when hair clippers were hand powered and you could only go short,” explains Mikey Pearson, director of Manifesto barbershop. “They would cut along the hairline to create a kind of wedge then blend it in with scissors. If hair flicked out from above the ears you would be classed as ‘scruffy’.”

The taper fade harks back to this, while keeping one foot firmly planted in the here and now, making it the trim of choice for so many contemporary, style-conscious gents.

“It’s a clean, crisp look,” says Pearson. “And thanks to the likes of the Peaky Blinders we’re seeing more and more men asking for it.”

Is It For You?

The taper fade is a versatile trim, because it’s essentially a boss-level version of the short back and sides. It can be worn with anything from a short crop to an all-singing, all-shiny pompadour on top. Because of this versatility, it’s a cut that can be adapted to suit most face shapes.

However, if you’re cursed with a boat race longer than Seabiscuit’s and want to try this style, you’re best advised to steer clear of anything with too much height. The close-cut sides and length left on top mean that the taper fade naturally lends the face some additional length. Which, unless you’re deliberately going for the equine vibe, is probably something to avoid.

“The taper fade is suited to most as you can adapt the height and shape of the fade and weight of the blend to suit any client,” explains Tom Chapman, founder of the Lions Barber Collective and ambassador to The Bluebeards Revenge. “If you have a more daring client in the chair you can take the shortest grad up pretty high and leave a heavy blend. You can also leave more weight at the sides behind the ear by creating an arch as your base shape instead of the usual straight shape.”

The Best Taper Fade Styles And How To Get Them

Before you buzz off to the barbers for one of the decade’s defining chops, take a look at some of the style’s most popular variations for a bit of follicular inspiration.

Taper Fade & Short Crop

They say less is more and, looking at the minimalist styling of this particular trim, we’re inclined to agree. It’s perfect for the kind of guy who wants something smart and low maintenance that won’t leave him wincing at old photographs 10 years down the line.

“This style has a very graduated skin-fade from the base up to a longer layer,” explains Mark Woolley, founder of Electric Hairdressing. “The top layer is slightly disconnected from the back and sides.”

Think this might be the cut for you? Woolley always recommends taking a photo along with you to avoid any awkward, post-trim mirror moments.

“You ultimately want to ask for a fading cut with a slightly disconnected top layer which gives you a nice, choppy texture,” he says.

Apply a salt spray or matte clay/paste roughly with your fingers to increase separation and help emphasise the natural, care-free texture created on top.

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Taper Fade & Pompadour

If Johnny Cash had been born 60 years later, there’s no doubt that this would be the do he’d be rocking. A perfect blend of old and new, the pompadour is a nod to one of the defining styles of the last century, while the taper fade on the back and sides brings things right up to date.

So, how can you get the look? Again, you’ll want some inspiration.

“A picture is worth a hundred words,” says Mills. “This is doubly true when getting a cut. Take an image in so at least your barber knows what you are thinking. The terminology we use can be confusing and for me the consultation with the client is key.”

Mills adds that the trick to getting the cut right is to know how close you want to go at the back and sides. “Ideally the top should be at least four or five inches longer than at the back and sides,” he says.

“To style it you will need a decent hair dryer and a Denman vent brush,” advises Mills. “This isn’t a wash and go look.

“I recommend a styling mousse on clean damp hair. Evenly distribute a tangerine-sized amount through the hair and then using your brush and dryer, style it back away from the face creating height and direction.” Finish with a strong-hold hair spray if you find your style loses its pomp after a couple of hours.

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Taper Fade & Side-Swept Length

Generally speaking, the graduated back and sides of a taper fade is geared towards shorter haircuts. However, with some clever, asymmetrical styling, there’s no reason you can’t embrace your inner grunger at the same time.

“The key characteristics of this cut are the low fade on the back and sides with a disconnected top,” says Pearson.

“Ask for a low fade, something like a five into a four. Keep the top disconnected, cutting short to long to keep length at the fringe. As always I would recommend taking a photo with you.”

In terms of styling at home, Pearson suggests using a volume spray in damp hair and blow drying upwards. Once dry, he recommends finishing off with a matte clay to add texture.

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Taper Fade & Short Braids

A few short braids or dreads thrown into the mix adds a nice touch of personality to a taper fade, while remaining clean and smart enough to dress up or down. Highly-experienced barber Joseph Lanzante, who runs his own barbering academy, is certainly a fan.

“A taper fade finished with short dreads on top has become a very popular haircut as it provides a clean and stylish finish to the overall style,” he says.

“To create a clean-cut taper fade, you will need to ask your barber for a grade one cut on the back, fading up to grade two and three. Make sure you keep your hair long on top long to ensure you can create the short dreads that are key to this style.”

Another plus point for this particular style is that management at home couldn’t be easier. Lanzante recommends nothing more complex than coconut oil. Rub the oil through the hair to keep it nourished and moisturised but be careful not to use too much or it could wind up looking oily.

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If you're not up for requests right now (I don't see anything confirming or denying) feel free too ignore this , but I would absolutely love to hear any headcanons you have on the turts with an SO who just loves to do random arts and crafts all the time. Tie dye? You bet they are getting some cool stuff from them once they are done. Papercrafts? Little. Origami. Cranes. EVERYWHERE. Painting? The good thing about living in a sewer is you won't have to worry about getting paint on the carpet. Working with glitter? ... Actually that might be the only one they have vetoed so far, Splinter still keeps finding pieces of it in his fur.

Even if you're not up for requests I just want to say I adore your headcanons and your writing a whole bunch and I have been entertaining myself by going trough your tags for a good time now. Have a nice day. :)

Hi there anon! My inbox is always open for any kind of requests. I don't get around all of them because I either: 1- Lack the energy to tackle them or 2- Some people are just plain rude and they demand something as if I owe it to them, without even pipping in a "please" or "thank you". So, yeah, that grinds my gears a little :)))

Anywhoozle. This is cute, so why not coconut!! I actually suck to some extent with arts and crafts (mostly the crafts part). You ask me to fold a piece of paper in half and it will look crooked as heck.... OOPSIE!

Leonardo

Oh he's so proud!!!!!!!

"That painting took you a full day?? Dang!!"

Your patience and meticulousness are inspirations to him and he will always wholeheartedly agree to help you in any ways possible with this hobby.

Posing for you? Sure! ... Trying to paint? Lord have mercy.

He can give out good brush strokes, but the actual artistic talent is, let's say, almost non-existent.

But he's so willing to learn! He enjoys spending this time with you.

He definitely has some of your pieces hanging in his room or around the Lair.

*agressively points to a painting in the kitchen as one of his brothers walks in* "LOOK AT THIS MASTERPIECE. THE COLORS. THE TECHNIQUE!"

Raphael

He won't say it openly, but if you hand him something tiny to fold or assemble, he'll be sweating bullets.

He's a BIG dude with BIG hands. He can crush ANYTHING.

And the last thing he wants is to destroy anything you're doing.

He sees you doing some scrapbooking work and he just can't imagine himself holding those little decoration pieces and try to assemble some lovely pages.

He's a brute force that loves to work with raw materials (ex: wood carving and knitting). He definitely has more control over those activities.

You're willing to learn those skills of his, and in exchange he agrees to building ONE (1) o-n-e scrapbook page of you two.

"If there's glue everywhere, don't say I didn't warn ya."

Warning: you're gonna cry because the end result will be cute and wholesome as HECK.

Donatello

Not usually one to get into that kind of activity.

I mean, sure, he likes assembling stuff ... but it's usually with a blueprint and with very little space for any creativity.

But then you show him a website filled with plans for building paperplanes and he's HOOKED.

"Listen, it's all about finding the perfect angle and aerodynamic shapes for the longest flight. Babe. BABE. PLEASE. LISTEN. MY CALCULATIONS WON'T LIE THIS TIME." *throws out his twentieth plane and it just flops graciously a meter or two away*

Desperation aside, he sees your enjoyment while doing arts and crafts and, frankly? He thinks you're adorable.

He sees your talent and admires your creativity.

He won't deny that some of your creations gave him inspiration for a couple of new gadget designs. And he likes trying to incorporate a bit of your touch in the final product.

Michelangelo

Arts and crafts?

Say no more, he's already hooked.

Mikey is incredibly artistic and he's always up to learn about new ways to create!!

When you bring the idea of tie dye shirts, it doesn't take very long for him to gather the needed materials.

"My body is READY."

It first started with shirts.... then bandanas, then shorts, then socks, the underwears (definitely reserved for some special nights were you both will feel a bit goofy).

Soon you both have matching outfits and that's when both your "surfer bro chill vibe" personas came to life (to everyone's annoyance at some extent).

"Woaahh, bruuuuuuhhh, that's, like, so radical. Imagine if we could, like, tie dye a tie dye! A DOUBLE tie dye!!"

The shenanigans never end~

#anon #ask #headcanons #sorry if Raph's part is all in black for mobile users #tumblr fucked me over when I wrote this #as usual lolololol

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Gluten Free Monthly Favorites: Paleo and Vegan Tortillas, Wonder Woman and More

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This post is generously sponsored by Mikey's.

You know what they say...time flies when you're working like crazy having fun! As usual, the last month went by in a blink, but I'm slowly getting into the grad school groove. Add in my 22cd birthday, some new friends and delicious food, and September was a memorable month!

As usual, I'm here to share my favorite eats and activities from September - plus my plans (for life and the blog) for October. What new grain free, soy free, non-GMO, and vegan tortilla will become your latest addiction? How did I celebrate the big 2-2? And what can you expect from Casey the College Celiac next month?

Keep reading to find out!

What I'm Eating

Way too much popcorn. Remember when I used to make fun of my college roommates for their addiction to popcorn? Well, the joke's now on me, 'cause it's been a regular popcorn party lately. Ever since I figured out I could pop my own popcorn in my sauce pan (which has a handy steam lid!), popcorn made with just a lil' coconut oil has been my favorite night snack. Usually on top of banana ice cream, let's be honest!

Mikey's new paleo and vegan tortillas! Although Mikey's is known for its paleo English muffins and pizza crust, they recently introduced their first vegan product: a tortilla. One of my favorite parts about Mikey's tortilla is that it only has seven ingredients: water, cassava flour, coconut flour, high oleic sunflower oil, apple cider vinegar, salt and xantham gum. Since these tortillas aren't heavily spiced, you can easily incorporate them into a sweet or a savory meal. They're also free of the funky aftertaste found in many gluten free products, and when dethawed, Mikey's vegan tortillas are softer and more pliable than most of the GF tortillas I've ever tried.

If you're craving some "healthier" allergy friendly chips, you can also pan-fry your Mikey's tortilla on medium-high heat for a couple minutes, flipping throughout. You don't even need any oil or water; just throw the tortilla in a pan and get cookin'. Compared to other gluten free tortillas on the market, Mikey's tortillas are on the smaller side. I also thought that they felt a bit oily. However, finding a gluten free (not to mention paleo and vegan) tortilla that tastes like a "real" flour tortilla is no easy feat, and Mikey's tortillas definitely make gluten free Taco Tuesdays a whole lot tastier.

All the purple potatoes! Although I'm still majorly missing my local Sprout's Farmers Market, I have enjoyed discovering some new local produce. One of my fave finds? Cheap purple sweet potatoes! If you've never tried them, they're a lot denser and drier than regular sweet potatoes. They have the same slightly sweet flavor, though, and taste heavenly with some creamy avocado.

What I'm Doing

Trucking along with grad school and teaching. If I'm being honest, grad school and teaching are a thousand times harder than I thought they would be. Many days, I feel like I'm just working nonstop, whether on class materials, meetings with students, my own writing or on fun stuff like blogging and socializing. At the end of the day, though, a kind comment from a student or a fun night out with friends definitely helps make all the work worth it.

Like this post? Then tweet me some love by clicking here: "In this month's monthly faves, learn about @mikeysmuffins new #paleo & #vegan tortillas, my #glutenfree b-day & more! http://bit.ly/2xUvjVQ"

Feeling 22! Early on in September, I celebrated my 22cd birthday. I didn't do anything too crazy to celebrate since my birthday fell on one of my busiest days of the week. However, I did see Wonder Woman with a bunch of gal pals the following night, and it was epic! If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend. I also highly recommend making my chocolate lava mug cake to celebrate anything awesome in your life recently. 'Cause, really, when isn't it a good time for (gluten free, vegan and paleo) cake!?!

Experimenting with other forms of cardio. Ever since I re-strained my IT band (and messed up several other leg muscles in the process, 'cause I'm an overachiever like that), I've had to slowly reincorporate any leg exercises, from walking more than a few thousands of steps each day to workout machines. Even though the slow progress is driving me crazy and my legs still hurt now and then, the elliptical and I are becoming besties, so that helps. To any exercise lovers dealing with injuries right now - I feel ya!

What I'm Planning

Bracing myself for my first Minnesota winter! I'll be honest. As soon as fall weather did hit Mankato (after several days in the 90's!), it slapped some major fear into me. 60 degrees in Minnesota is not the same thing as 60 degrees in San Diego! Wish me luck finding some (affordable) winter boots and surviving my first "real" winter.

Bringing fall to the blog! Expect several more pumpkin and fall-flavored recipes. (Hint: if you love pancakes and pumpkin spice, watch out for my recipe next week!). Besides the gluten free recipes I share on the blog, you can see more of my daily eats on my Instagram and Insta Stories.

Focusing on balance - with exercise and rest, work and fun, social adventures and alone time...basically, everything! And if that balance involves a few more gluten free goodies than typical, well, it's going to be a yummy October!

Like this post? Then tweet me some love by clicking here: "In this month's monthly faves, learn about @mikeysmuffins new #paleo & #vegan tortillas, my #glutenfree b-day & more! http://bit.ly/2xUvjVQ"

Thanks to Facebook, I now know that there are less than 100 days until Christmas...which means these next few months (the last of my first semester of grad school!) will definitely fly by just as quickly as September. What exactly happens in those months, of course, is still undetermined. All I can say is that I hope your October - and mine - is full of more treats than tricks!

*I received samples of Mikey's tortillas free of charge in exhange for an honest review. However, all opinions, pictures and recipes are my own. Thank you for supporting what supports Casey the College Celiac!* What were some of your favorite eats and activities from September? What are you planning to get up to during October? Tell me in the comments!

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