#the first thing i draw in days and is angry as fuck mikey
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Aren't you tired of being silly?
Don't you wanna go apeshit?
#the first thing i draw in days and is angry as fuck mikey#LET THIS GUY BE ANGRY AS FUCK PLEASE#alsoi think itd be funny if he was the first one to curse#raph would be so angry lmao#i'll answer other asks soon i just haven't been feeling very motivated lately lol#tmnt#tmnt 2012#tmnt 2k12#tmnt michelangelo#tmnt mikey#tmnt 2012 michelangelo#tmnt 2012 mikey#my art#doodles#eye strain#i guess? its not for me but ive been told my color palette its pretty eye strainy lmao
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I'm sorry if somebody already asked, but I'm curious. Do you already have planned when and how Leo finds out the others know about what Splinter is doing to him? And if you do, what's Leo's reaction?
I also wanna say your art is FANTASTIC!!! I'm very tired to do an extended analysis but just...SHAPES!! That's all I have to say rn. And obviously your writing and timing is impecable, you're very good at evoking specific emotions, specific sensations. I wish you nothing but luck on all your projects. Hope you have a nice day!
aww thank you <<33 i really do appreciate asks- i check my inbox all the time habitually ;_; and I WISH TO GOD i could draw more oftennn guhhh
anywho! i don't have the reveal planned exactlyyy, i have a few ideas about how it could happen and they're all good and i don't wanna lock any of them down as the One True Canon way it happens, but i guess I'll have to eventually.
there's the quiet one where one or more of the brothers tells Leo they know, when they're all older and living in an apartment together, and it's just kind of a quiet revelation in the night and Leo is like "huh. I guess that makes sense" and prolly some crying happens
then there's the really dramatic one at the farm house, where Mikey gets fed up and just blurts it out, and Leo denies it to hell and back and tries to get Raph and Donnie to think Mikey is making stuff up- until they reveal they ALSO know. And then Leo is like "it's not what you guys think you just don't get it- dad told me you wouldnt get it knew you'd be like this !!!" and it's a fucking dramatic mess and everyone leaves angry and crying and, in leo's case, feeling violated and humiliated
and i like the second one there more, but the first one is more akin to my real life experiences so it'd feel more ... idk. . . REAL to me?? and sometimes that's what I need. but also sometimes i wanna make things messy and dramatic for the sake of a fun scene.
there's various other ways it could happen to but those are the main two i've got bouncing around at the front of my brain rn. so yeah.
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would you lie for me?
Sano Manjiro is a little more than a gang president and more than a little unhinged and it takes you a while to see it.
tw: gaslighting, manipulation, there is not a single healthy relationship in here, vague smutty bit, relatively graphic depictions of violence, lots of blood, yandere behavior from mikey?, poorly timed make outs bc mikey is a fucking freak (affectionate), character death (if they’re named, they die) (abt 3.5k idk that triggers me /j)
Part of @sugusshi and @rxmera's blood point road collab so it doesn't stay sweet for long lol hope its cool im posting it now ssksk (Music for the vibes)
Sano Manjiro had beautiful eyes. Big, bright, honest, clear eyes. When he looked at you, you felt seen, you felt safe, you felt known and loved. He had eyes that could build you up with a glance. The kind of eyes that could speak on their own. His irises were soft with promises of the world, that everything would be okay, that you were enough. And you believed it.
Mikey’s voice was powerful. It was soft and caring like the brush of a hand to an aching cheek, it was bright like the sunniest day, yet authoritative when needed. With his voice he could beseech even the most stubborn agent into action. He could convince anyone to see his side and feel his emotions. Those who heard his honeyed voice, would without question follow him through the desert to the ends of the earth in hopes to find the peace he had.
Yes, he was perfect on the surface.
Mikey loved his friends, his followers. He could use his charisma to generate endless moral when things were tough. His reputation for helping solve personal turmoil precedes him. It was this trait that brought the two of you closer together in the beginning.
Mikey knew you had it in you to be the person he saw in you. The sweet, fun-loving, strong-willed woman was inside of you. You just needed some help chiseling away at long ignored problems and help identifying and excising toxic people in your life. But you trusted him because being with him was the highest high. Besides, he was never wrong and had yet to fail to draw the idyllic nature in any of those in his circle before. No matter the starting material he could shape anyone to their best self.
He believed in correction as much as he believed in kind words and encouragement. There were tried and true methods he used to correct behavior in his gang. Some public, like the venting sessions where everyone was free to share their complaints about a member’s behavior. These sessions were passionate events meant to strengthen the bond between all participants by allowing fully unfiltered opinions.
The first time you participated you’d never forget. It had never seemed so intense from the outside but being in the hotseat was a different story. One by one others shared your worst faults, picked at the scabs of lifelong insecurities, called out transgressions you made in moments of weakness. You wanted to fight back, to argue, to defend yourself. Angry and accusatory voices blurred into generic din that rattled you to your core. It was sensory overload. Your brain was fuzzy and when you opened your mouth to speak, or scream, you had yet to decide, a hand came down on your shoulder.
Manjiro lifted his other hand to pause the crowd. He leaned down and spoke softly in your ear, “Y/n, they love you. You need to hear this. We grow through the pain.”
Your voice died in your throat.
“Besides,” His voice went gravelly, “Can you really say they’re wrong?”
A strangled sound tumbled out of your mouth and tears flowed freely from your eyes. How could you have been so defensive. Without hearing it all, how could you ever grow past the resentment and bitterness that gripped you? By hearing and accepting your faults you could be free. You were everything they said about you and more.
Mikey ceremoniously knelt in front of you, took your face in his hands, and kissed away your tears. “I will build you back up. Stronger than before. You have my word.”
Mikey took a particular interest in you after that. Leapfrogging through the ranks made your heart skip a beat. He saw something special in you, he wanted to help you. He wanted you, and you dedicated yourself to proving him that he was right to have chosen you. You threw yourself into his causes, attended every event, offered to do anything Mikey asked. You wholly devoted yourself to the man with all the answers.
You weren’t supposed to be there. Mikey had sent you to take care of his bike’s service. It should have taken the whole afternoon. The shop was 45 minutes by train and he’s scheduled pickup during rush hour.
You should have been paying for the repairs right now, you should have been several hours out, but instead, you got a call mid commute cancelling the pickup (“found another issue, accept our apologies”). So, you switched train lines at the next stop and headed back early. The lights were out in the palatial house the upper echelon shared, when usually it’d be bustling at this hour. Huh. There must have been a Correction called. Before you could join, you’d need to drop off Mikey’s card, lest you fall back on your forgetful streak and risk earning his disappointment.
You quietly strode down the long hall to Mikey’s quarters, feeling a heaviness in your footsteps. On instinct, your body hesitated as you drew nearer.
Shuffling.
Maybe someone was on cleaning duty and had forgotten to do so at the regular time.
A…gasp? A ragged breath?
Was Mikey ill? Shouldn’t he be in the infirmary?
A thud. The crack of a slap. Incoherent babbles that you could swear felt like pleas.
Your pace quickened.
“Haahiki,” a voice begged, “Ahiki, uhlease nuh! Uease,, uease nuh, aht!”
“You know it hurts me to do this, Haruchiyo, but you need to learn,” Mikey’s unmistakable tone threatened, “when to stop talking back.”
Panicked noises left Sanzu as the shuffling increased. You were in the doorway when the wet staccato pops of tearing skin, the cracking pop of a jaw being dislocated, and the gargled scream hit your senses all at once. In horror, you looked on. Mikey’s right thumb was depressing Sanzu’s tongue, gripping his lower jaw with bruising strength. His left hand had already left the kneeling man’s mouth in favor of gripping his pink hair. Sanzu gurgled on blood, some of which spilled down his shirt, mouth open and tongue twitching in pain under his king’s thumb, unable to close his now lopsided jaw. Involuntary tears of pain diluted the thick red gushing from messily torn skin.
“Why did you make me hurt you?”
“M-Mikey what is happening," you spoke with caution, words metered, uncharacteristically calm in the face of such violence.
Mikey's attention snapped to you and as he let go of Haruchiyo, the kneeling man fell to his hands, congealing blood spilling heavily in half formed clots on the carpet from where it had been pooling in his mouth and throat. Mikey whispered your name and looked down at what he had done with a rehearsed look of renewed horror, "I didn't want to do this I never wanted to hurt anyone," Mikey's voice shook with raw emotion. "Y/n you know I-I'd never hurt anyone right?" He took half a step towards you, reaching out with shaky hands that you ducked from at first.
"Mikey what...why would you..."
"No!" Mikey snapped and roared the word. You jumped. "You won’t leave. You can’t leave me. You’re mine." Mikey’s voice was thick with grit and a ghost of panic but left no room for argument or question. His word was absolute. You opened your mouth to speak but he didn’t give you a chance, "You belong here, belong to our cause, to me…with me.” His words softened, seeing you hesitate in your recoil. He took advantage of you being frozen in place and grabbed your face, bloody thumbs aligned with your jaw and gently brushing your cheeks leaving messy streaks from the bulbous semisolid blood on the pads of his thumbs. "I need you. I need you to fix me. You’re the only one that can. You’ll do it won’t you? You’ll be my salvation.” It wasn’t a question.
A tacky, bloodied thumb swiped your lip reverently. Mikey peeled away his thumb and stared at the smeared print of his finger left behind on your now ajar lower lip. You buckle under oppressive eyes. Your head is full of cotton and your chest is bubbling with complicated emotions that rise and fall like goo in a lava lamp. You’re too aware of Haru retching. Too aware of the drying blood fusing Mikey’s fingers to your jaw. Of the sharp metallic odor turning your stomach. Of your breath, growing labored, your heartbeat in your ears, the sting of your nails digging deep crescents into your palms, the white-hot burn of tears threatening to fall, of…of something soft and warm and wet against the taut crimson smear on your lip. The taste of copper on your tongue. Warm lips slotted around your own. Warmth radiating from a hand on your lower back. Hot breath against freed lips.
“I-“ your head was swimming, mind flickering on and off it seemed from the overwhelming stimulation.
“You’ll fix this with me. You’ll stay. I know you will.”
Your body answered before you mind could catch up. “A-anything for you Mikey. Anything you ask.” He rubbed soothing circles on your lower back. The warmth he radiated eased your mind. He was comfort itself. The last holding splint holding you together; the pin in your grenade. “Whatever you need, consider it done.” He smiled with his whole face. “Just please, help Haruchiyo.”
Mikey’s glossy eyes hardened almost imperceptibly. He nodded and you took a glance at the man, eyes red from strain and pain without relief, cried to dehydration, to dryness. You’d never forget the split skin of his mouth that cracked his face into a smile.
That face, that last look of pained eyes blown wide on a torn face. How sorely you wished it was the last time you saw it.
He’d left that night. For medical attention, Mikey announced to the group. There’d been an accident, you see, and Haru would be gone for a while to recover. You nodded along solemnly as the dutiful only witness.
It had been an accident. A misunderstanding. A slip of judgement. You saw that now. Mikey would never do something so vile, but Haru made him lose control. If something could shift the inner peace that Mikey enjoyed, then surely that behavior was in dire need of rectification but any means necessary. Besides the event had crushed Mikey as further proof that he’d never wanted to hurt his friend.
Over the past two weeks, Mikey had hardly eaten, rarely showed face at events, spoke without his show stopping charisma, he’d paled, and his eyes were red and swollen much of the time. The guilt was killing him. You did you best to provide him with the love and care he needed to get through this tragedy.
You stayed with him nearly all hours of the day. Much of it was spent cooing to the man outwardly distraught over the accident. Reminding him he wasn’t his actions, that what was done was done, that a moment of weakness didn’t define him forever. He was still the Mikey everyone looked up to and loved. You fed him, warmed his bed, sang him to sleep every time nightmares woke him. When he was scared to face the others, scared of what he’d do to them, you offered your body to him as a sign of trust.
He treated you gingerly at first, as if terrified of breaking you. He dragged his fingertips along your exposed skin with feather light touches that made you shiver involuntarily. Caging your body under his, he breathed warnings into the crook of you neck between pressing kisses along your throat.
“Manjiro, I know you. You won’t hurt me. And besides,” you tugged his face out from where he hid to look at you. “I’m yours, aren’t I? Do with me what you want to. Whatever you need.” His red tinged eyes stared back while yours flitted over his face, smiling soothingly as you carded fingers through his hair to keep it out of his face as you pulled him down to your waiting lips.
Warm lips kissed down your body, careful to give the peak of each breast a moment’s attention. Strong hands snaked under your hips to hold your legs open as Mikey got comfortable between your thighs. He took in the view for a heartbeat and before you could open your mouth to vocalize complaints of shyness under his gaze, he began his sultry feast. You couldn’t be sure how long it lasted, you lost count of the times he’d brought you to climax on his fingers and tongue before he made his way back your face to make you taste yourself on his lips. Gasps and whimpers were stifled by your lover’s mouth as he pressed his length into you finally.
Mikey was soft and sweet, more sensual than you could have expected. The praises and encouragement poured from his lips felt so sincere, so genuine. The raw emotion of the moment struck you just right and tears bubbled in your eyes. Babbled confessions of love and devotion left you like prayers. Mikey kissed your tears away. The kiss you stole from him then was cut short as the peak of your pleasure washed over you with a breathy gasp of his name. He rode out your orgasm and reassuringly pressed his forehead to yours with promises that he was there, he had you, you were his. Shakily, you grabbed his cheeks and watched him come undone above you with your name on his tongue. You tucked his face in your neck, panting with him for a moment.
“Mikey, please stay. Please stay with me.”
“I will. Till the end.”
The thing about endings is that you rarely see them coming, and when you notice it, the pieces have already settled where they’ve fallen.
You were happy. You were happy in your life with Mikey. You had all you needed when you were in his arms, acting as his penance. Days were smooth, routine, and comfortable when you saw a new light slowly blink to life in his eyes since the accident a month ago. His eyes had a new depth, with no beginning or end. When you stared into them, you felt the gravity pull you in. You could blind yourself in the light of those eyes and you’d never be happier. He’d found himself through his pain and suffering.
Sure, a few people had lost sight of his vision and left, but that was of little consequence to Mikey. Differences in understanding weren’t failures after all. He’d done for them all he could to bring them to perfection. Besides, he had the rest of his followers to support him.
He was different than before. More flexible, somehow. The change filled your heart with appreciation and pride. He told you all the time how this was your doing. Your gift of understanding. Your support.
You healed him, he’d say.
Things were so comfortable you didn’t question it when he started to take walks at night. He knew how to stay safe, he assured you. He had arms if there were to be an emergency. Besides, he only walked along the heavily wooed property the gang controlled tightly. It was a hike no one knew better than Manjiro. He was cautious, he promised, there was no reason to worry for his safety. If it brought him this much serenity when he struggled to sleep, who were you to stop him?
The beginning of the end was signaled by the metallic scraping of metal along the wood of Mikey’s beside table, the soft hiss of air sucked through Mikey’s teeth at the cool sensation of metal on skin and a quiet snap of elastic. The soft click of your bedroom door and a hushed but clear voice stirred you from your half sleep as you listened to the man asking if it was really okay to make a private walk with Mikey, if you were okay, if he’d made Mikey disturb you. Manjiro hushed his companion, Kazutora, you realized.
You’d always been a light sleeper and now your interest had been piqued. Mikey never mentioned that his walks weren’t alone. Jealousy mixed with a general sense of unease swirled like muddy water leaving a bitter taste in your mouth that you swallowed. Casting the blankets aside, your feet found your slippers and you started after them.
Kazutora had a particularly difficult time with some of the changes. He’d expressed the most concern of the group for Mikey. He’d taken you aside subtly last week to ask if you’d noticed any changes in Mikey’s behavior. Only for the better, you assured him.
You tailed them all the way to the shrine and then further downstream. Where the crunch of feet on freshly fallen leaves and the babbling of the river obscured the conversation. You saw them speak. They seemed calm, tranquil, a stark contrast to the fear gnawing at your psyche as you suppress connections your mind makes unbidden. You’d heard nothing from Haru. The others never announced their departures. It was as if they’d…left…in the middle of the—
The sounds of struggle pulled you from your thoughts. Manjiro had incapacitated Kazutora, locked his dominant arm out of use and gripping the taller man’s tresses to keep him steady. They were faced away from you and the copper scent in the air made you gag and choke on memories of Haru’s blood on your tongue that you weren’t ready to taste again.
Mikey let Kazutora buckle to his knees and lowered him down gently. Red hands plunged the knife through the left side of the gurgling man’s back. As Manjiro looked on from above, admiring his handiwork, he drove the knife to the hilt with a swift stomp.
You throat was constricted with need for air but your body forgot how to breathe. Instead, you heaved a sob and watched Manjiro’s head snap in your direction.
“Mikey,” you inhaled his name through an uneven breath as he stood above you, face neutral, eyes a void. “Mikey you s-said you didn’t want t-to hurt people…”
“Angel,” He kneeled in front of you. His voice was distant and dreamlike, quiet under the ringing in your ears. “You’re supposed to be in bed.”
“Mikey is he…”
“Shh,” He cooed, and scooped your trembling body up against his, stepping mostly over the body of his friend, but the crack of a bone under Mikey’s foot made you jump and cling tighter to the perpetrator for fear of being closer to the lifeless body. He carried you for what felt like ten minutes, all the while cooing sweet nothings, promises, and praises in your ear for being such a strong girl.
The stench of death in summer caught you by surprise. Even when you realized where he was taking you, you never could have dreamed death would overpower your senses like it did. He sat you down in front of the sallow, decomposing body of Haru. His jaw unhinged on the right side as it was when you last saw him, but now that cheek had been picked away, back to his ear and you were met with the inside of his mouth and swollen partial tongue.
“You lied to me.”
“And you lied for me.” He was on his knees behind you, mouth nipping at your neck.
“W-why?” Your body was unbelievably tense but you were unsettled far past tears by now. “Why did you hurt them?”
“I don’t hurt people, y/n, I bring the little piggies that can’t learn our lessons in this life to their next.” He pulled your chin up and began to suck a hickey over your jugular. “You’ll help me repent, won’t you?”
You swallowed and shook your head jerkily, at first before committing to denying him. You tried to pull away but he was faster. The snap of elastic was lost on you as he grabbed a painful fist full of your hair and yanked you head back to press the warm metal of Mikey’s pistol to your throat. “Y/n, I love you. I tried to get you to understand. You need this. We grow through the pain.”
Your scream his name was cut short as the bullet stole your voice in favor of grotesque grumbling as your hands flew to stop the blood uselessly. Mikey stepped around to face you and hold your face still, “Oh baby, you’re crying for me?” He put his forehead to yours. Your lungs were heavy with blood. “Thank you, my angel. I need some sympathy after shooting my love, you know?” He caught your gasping lips in a final kiss before raising the gun to his own temple.
Ye maybe i'll forego most of the tags but like yall knew this existed so here it is finished? but also pls talk to me about this one pls im begging this time for ppl to share thoughts @adviswhore @hanmasslvt @softbajis @rae-ryuuguji-sano @sano-obsessed @girl-by-the-lake
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#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo revengers mikey x reader#tw: manipulation#tw: violence#tw: gaslighting#tw: toxic relationships#um#sano manjiro#idk what taags mikey ppl use#whatever i'll fix it later i guess#bloodpointroadcollab#mikey x reader#yandere mikey x reader#yandere tokyo revengers#mikey sano#pls yandere folks find this bc#so few ppl like the darker shit sksksks#craving validation sksks
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LEONARDO
Gets EXTREMELY ANGRY when someone (other than donnie) calls him Nardo. it’s a twin thing. get over it.
on a same but slightly different note: leo never yells. like he “yells” when he’s excited or in the middle of the fight but he NEVER gets hot-angry. he only gets cold-angry and uses the extra energy it generates to just dig at the other person. like he starts digging a hole, hands them the shovel, says “get to it asshole” and they dig their own graves.
scarily persuasive. could coax nuclear codes out of a brainwashed, lizard being, warcrime committing government official and get away with it.
transmasc with a sprinkle of extremely gay. whenever i see someone go “leo is straight >>:[[[[[” i think “have they ever even?? watched rottmnt????” cause like other iterations? totally, yeah, mans straight as fuck (or transfem but we’re not here for that rn) THIS VERSION THO? have you seen the way he stands??
splinter doesn’t play favorites but if he did it would be leo because he reminds splinter the most of himself. which also gets him the title of least favorite, but that happens with everyone. splinter ain’t special.
is. terrifyingly good at reading body language. can tell you’re lying before you even lie. is part of the reason he’s so good at getting under peoples’ skin
toxic trait #1: intentionally pokes at insecurities!! like that scene in the movie where leo pretends to not be listening when raph is spilling his damn heart out?? THAT’S A COMMON OCCURANCE. he mostly does it when he’s frustrated with how little his family trusts him. major soft spot for him. so of course he lashes out, cause that’s how the Hamato family roll.
(minor tangent: the fact that so many 2012/rise crossovers focus on how dysfunctional the 2012 fam are while glorifying and praising the rise fam just like. completely ignore the negative traits, especially with raph and leo? like mikey too, but they completely disregard raph’s lack of trust in his brothers and leo’s shitty communication skills. i have more to say about this but i’ll do that in a different post)
to the people who write fics or draw comics or even just CLAIM that leo spend days/months in the prison dimension: first of all how dare you make me feel things second of all i can only justify this alternative telling of events if leo loses his right leg or his left arm. yes it has to be one of those two specifically, if you know you know.
toxic trait #2: is actually Just That Cocky. is it partially a defense mechanism? yup. does he actually think he is god? YUP.
not explicitly amoral but would do A Lot for the sake of his brothers. like Raph and Donnie take it further than Leo would, but people would die.
became the medic of the group because of his idolization of Raph. got his first medkit when he was around eight or nine, but starting researching when he was seven. raph Really Really wanted to help patch up his brothers but his “clumsy hands” couldn’t manage the precision work his dad could do, but because of Splinter’s terrible vision (it’s a rat thing) he struggled to do it on his own. hence Leo stepping in, because Donnie was usually the one getting hurt (and also hates the smell and look of blood) and Mikey was still like, really young.
is probably chaotic neutral? might be chaotic good. i struggle with alignments but i think it works.
#rottmnt#rise leonardo#rise leo#rottmnt leo#rottmnt leonardo#rise raphael#rise michelangelo#rise splinter#rise donatello#rise headcanons
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Not Enough
has anyone else just wanted Danny to go completely fucking feral at Dash? anyone?
yeah me too
this is some truly self-indulgent shit y'all
"Hey Fenton!"
Danny slammed his locker shut, sighing as Dash clapped him roughly on the shoulder.
"I'm throwin' a huge ass Halloween party this weekend, ghosts are all about Halloween right? You should totally come!"
It wasn't the first party Danny had been invited to since being outed as Phantom, but somehow Dash didn't seem to get the hint that he wasn't even remotely interested.
"No." Danny snapped, he threw his bag over his shoulder and turned his back on Dash, walking away without another word.
"What's your problem?"
Danny stopped, turning back around with a face of utter disdain.
"Excuse me?"
"I've been trying to be nice, but all you do is just brush me off! Like you can't even pretend to be busy or something?"
Danny stared, mouth halfway open as he tried to find the words to respond.
"Are you actually serious?" he finally choked out, almost too bewildered to be angry.
Almost.
"You're not still mad about all that stuff from before right?" Dash asked. "Like, I don't even do that shit anymore, it's over."
"Is it?" Danny's eyes flashed brightly and Dash took a half step back as the air went cold. "Because I'm pretty sure it was just yesterday that I pulled Mikey out of his locker."
"Well, yeah but that was Mikey." Dash laughed. "C'mon man, I wouldn't do that to you. We're totally cool now, so why you gotta keep blowing me off? You talk to Kwan like it's not big deal, and he used to wail on you all the time!"
Danny took a deep, slow breath, then another.
"Have you considered that maybe it's because I don't like you?" Danny said through gritted teeth.
Dash huffed, shoving his hands into his pockets and staring at the ground.
"Look, I get it, I was a jerk, but it's over! I'm actually trying to be nice, now you're the one being an asshole."
Danny looked as though he'd been slapped.
"You're such a fucking idiot Dash." Said Danny, his voice trembling with barely restrained rage. "You can't just treat someone like shit every single day for two years and then expect them to get over it because you invited them to a few parties."
"Then how come Kwan gets to hang out with you?" Dash could feel his face heating up. "You're just gonna let him off the hook? That's not fair!"
"HE APOLOGISED!"
In one thunderous moment, every locker in the hallway slammed open, sending papers and books flying across the floor. The few students still packing up their things got the fuck out of dodge, whether this was a ghost thing or a Fenton thing (was there even a difference at this point?) they wanted no part of it.
Dash couldn't move, his feet felt heavy, he wasn't entirely sure if Danny had done something to him with his ghost powers, or if he was just afraid.
Because he was certainly afraid.
Even after everyone found out, Danny still didn't use his powers at school unless it was a ghost emergency. He didn't use them for pranks, didn't use them to get even, didn't even use them to show off.
But he was sure as hell using them now, and Dash suddenly realised why he was always holding himself back.
He was terrifying.
Danny took a few steps forward, stopping barely an arm's length away from where Dash was rooted to the spot, trembling.
"Kwan apologised to me." He said, quietly this time. "He apologised to my friends, he even apologised to some other kids, and when I told him that I wasn't ready to forgive him, he accepted that and left me alone until I was ready to talk to him again."
Dash wanted to speak, but he couldn't seem to make his brain form the words he needed, it was too busy buzzing with danger run danger get out run run RUN.
"You made every single day of my life miserable for two whole fucking years, and that isn't even counting the bullshit you pulled in middle school. How do you feel right now Dash? Does it scare you to be around me? Does it scare you to be at the mercy of someone that you know damn well can hurt you?" Danny leant in, grabbing a fistful of letterman jacket. "I hope it does, because now maybe you'll have an idea what it was like for me going to school every fucking day knowing that you would be there, ready and waiting to hurt me. Every single FUCKING day."
Dash found himself being thrown backwards, his feet finally able to move again as he caught himself.
"I'm s-sor-sorry." he mumbled, his lips felt numb and tingly and his head swam with panic as he struggled to get the words out. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"Are you?" Danny's voice cracked, his face wasn't twisted in rage anymore, his eyes were blue once again, and shining with tears. "Are you really sorry for hurting me? Or are you just sorry that the guy you were beating the shit out of turned out to be Phantom?"
"I didn't... I didn't know." Dash gasped out, he could barely hear his own words, all he could hear was his own heart beating loudly in his ears as he struggled to draw in breath. "I didn't know it was like that, I just thought-"
Thought what? What had he thought? That he wasn't really hurting anyone? That it wasn't that big a deal?
No, he hadn't thought that, because he hadn't thought at all.
"And you're gonna stand here and tell me I'm an asshole." Danny was almost sobbing as he raggedly spat out each word. "Because I won't forgive you for something you never even apologised for. This is the first time you even acknowledged that you were an absolute jerk to me, and you followed it up by demanding that I just get over it."
Dash stared down at the floor, it sounded terrible when Danny put it like that.
"I wasn't... demanding anything." he said, he was embarrassed by how whiny he sounded. "I was just trying to make it up to you, I was trying, I just thought... it's not fair that I can't have second chance. I was trying so hard and all I wanted was a second chance-"
"I DON'T CARE." Danny's eyes were screwed up tight, but it didn't stop the tears of fury from pouring down his cheeks, his voice so shredded with pain it was barely recognisable. "I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU. I DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU WANT. I DON'T OWE YOU A SECOND CHANCE. I DON'T OWE YOU ANYTHING. YOU FUCKED ME UP AND YOU. CAN'T. FIX IT."
Dash didn't know what to do. Danny was openly sobbing, his breaths came out in grunts as he couldn't hold the rage and misery back.
He was still standing within arm's reach, Dash cautiously put out a hand, to comfort him? He wasn't sure, but he barely brushed Danny's shoulder before Dash found himself spinning violently and his cheekbone exploded with sudden pain as he hit the floor. Cold hands drew away from him roughly.
"DON'T TOUCH ME." Danny screamed. "DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME EVER AGAIN."
Dash watched as Danny grabbed his backpack and his footsteps disappeared down the hall.
It was over, just like that it was over.
Dash sat up and touched his face, he wasn't bleeding but he knew it would bruise pretty bad. It hurt, he would be squinting through one eye for a few days.
Danny could have done this to him at any time, he could have done it to him every day if he wanted, and maybe he would, now that he'd done it once.
The thought made Dash feel cold as dread pooled in his stomach.
The next day Dash told people he'd gotten his black eye from playing football, his team knew it wasn't true, but they didn't ask. He kept his eye out for Danny, wondering if he would pop up invisibly and knock him off his feet, or drag him through the floor, or hit him when nobody was looking.
He clung to Kwan's side all day, afraid to be alone.
Phantom could be anywhere, he could get him anywhere, if he wanted to hurt Dash nobody would be able to stop him.
Nobody had been able to stop Dash, and he didn't even have superpowers.
But in the end, nothing happened.
Dash went through the day untouched. Danny didn't even look his way. Not once. He just acted like yesterday never happened.
But it did happen, Dash still had the bruise on his cheek, and the terror set deep in his bones.
In the following days, weeks, months, Danny still never touched him, never looked at him, never talked to him. Dash realised that Danny probably wasn't going to do anything else after all, that maybe he hadn't even meant to hurt him in the first place.
He was a hero after all, he protected people, even people he didn't like. The only time he had ever come into contact with Dash again was to haul him out of the way of a ghost, and he did so with the same care as he would with anyone else.
Danny wasn't like him, he didn't gloat about hurting him, he didn't revel in the fact that Dash was scared of him. He just went about his day, acting for all the world like Dash didn't even exist.
Dash never gave him a true apology, it was clear Danny didn't want one, it was far too late for that.
It left Dash with a sick feeling of unfulfillment. He understood now what Danny had been going through, the pain, the terror, he wanted Danny to know that he was truly sorry, that he really had changed this time.
But he couldn't, because forcing an unwanted apology on him would just make Dash the asshole all over again, he was trying to steal a forgiveness that he could never have.
So he had to find his closure somewhere else.
He stopped picking on Mikey, and Nathan, and all of the other nerds he frequently hassled. He even tried apologising to them, some forgave him, others didn't, and he had to be okay with that. He struggled not to lash out, it still felt unfair, the world had always told him that you were supposed to forgive people when they apologised. It always happened that way on tv, in the cartoons he grew up watching. The mean kid would apologise, the other kids would forgive him, and they would all become friends.
He was realising that the real world was a whole lot more complicated than that, he didn't earn forgiveness just because apologising was hard, he was learning fast that he didn't earn any brownie points for taking responsibility for his actions. He was just doing what any decent person should.
It took him a while to come to terms with that, to stop being angry at people for not letting him make it up to them. For not letting him prove that he had changed.
All it took was to occasionally pass by Danny in the hallways for him to cool his jets and think more clearly. To remind him that he was the bad guy, he was the one who hurt people, that his victims did not owe him anything.
In his last year of school, he had found himself watching the juniors below him falling into the same behaviours, the same struggle for power and control. Pushing other kids around without so much as sparing a thought to how it made them feel.
After a lengthy chat with Mr Lancer, Dash was given permission to pull out younger students from detention one day a week. He would talk to them, ask about their lives, ask about their feelings. He would ask why they lashed out, why they thought it was okay to treat people that way. Most of them didn't have an answer, or simply refused to give one, but he would push, he wouldn't let them hide in ignorance like he did.
Some of them did feel guilt for the way they treated people, and they only needed someone they could talk to who could understand what they were going through, so they wouldn't take it out on whoever was around at the time.
Others would take more effort, they need a far stronger push in the right direction, they were defensive and combative, selfish and unapologetic.
Dash had been one of those kids, he knew they would be hard work, but he did his best. He couldn't help all of them, some were simply unwilling to change.
So he contacted the school-board, he pushed for better protection for students, more programs to help troubled kids, he volunteered to keep running his own counselling groups even after he graduated.
It still never felt like enough.
After graduation he turned down his favoured college to attend one closer to home so he could continue his volunteer work. He joined petitions and rallies for change across entire school districts, he spoke at other schools' anti-bullying campaigns. He'd attended enough of them in his own childhood that he knew they did next to nothing, but it gave him the opportunity to reach out to kids for one on one support.
He found more volunteers for his counselling groups, he helped people start them up in other local schools. It was a lot of work, especially when he was also juggling his college studies. He was taking a major in psychology, it was brutal, Dash had never been good at studying, but he'd decided that this was what he needed to do, this was important to him.
It still wasn't enough.
It would come at him in the night, as soon as he laid his head down on his pillow. He would see the faces of all the kids he hurt, it felt so much worse the older he got, they just looked younger and younger every time the memories came back to plague him.
He had beat the shit out of children. Kids who were the same age as the students he now counselled. He beat them until they were bloody or bruised, he shoved them into lockers, pulled pranks that humiliated them in front of the whole school, and he had laughed.
He'd laughed at their pain.
When the guilt weighed him down, he would begin searching for new programs to volunteer for, new petitions or rallies to get behind, always finding another way to help protect kids like Danny from kids like him.
And to protect kids like him from doing things that would one day haunt them.
He had spread himself thin across every school in the district, barely keeping afloat at college, but it wasn't enough.
It was never enough.
Kids still slipped through the cracks, schools were still too lenient, there were too many kids, not enough volunteers.
Casper High was holding another anti-bullying assembly. It had been a few years since Dash had attended one at his old school. This year they had excitedly announced that they'd even secured an appearance from Phantom himself.
Dash's blood ran cold, his hands shook as he went over his notes, he was slated to do his speech alongside Phantom's, they would be sharing the stage for a solid 75 minutes, barely a few feet from one another.
When Danny showed up he was already in Phantom form, Dash spotted him discussing emergency exit plans with one of the organisers in the event of a ghost attack.
He was so different from when they were in school.
He was tall, and broad, he stood with confidence and had a good natured charm to him. He was a hero, he was strong, he was brave. He could fight monsters ten times his size with a smirk and a witty one liner. He could take on anything, he wasn't afraid of anything.
He was a kid, running down a hallway, screaming words that still pierced through Dash's mind every time he saw the hero's face.
"DON'T TOUCH ME."
Dash's hands clenched around his notes, shaking so violently that they barely even looked like words.
"DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME EVER AGAIN."
"Dash?"
A deep voice cut through the chaos in Dash's mind as cold hands closed over his tremblings ones.
"It's good to see you again."
Phantom was smiling at him, his hands still closed around Dash's.
"Good... good to see you too." Dash mumbled, not able to meet the man's eyes.
Phantom paused before releasing Dash's hands.
"I've heard all about your work." Phantom grinned as Dash finally looked up and met his eyes.
"Yeah." he said, and then before his mind could catch up with his mouth, he blurted out, "I'm sorry, for everything."
Phantom's eyebrows rose for a moment, before he gave a gentle smile and clapped a hand on Dash's shoulder.
"I know." he said warmly. "Thank you."
They gave their speeches, Dash had told his story many times before, the victim that he'd pushed to breaking point, the boy whose words drove the change that made him the man he had become.
For the first time ever, that boy was listening.
After the assembly had packed up and the volunteers were heading home, it was Danny Fenton who approached Dash and asked if he wanted to go grab a beer together.
Dash thought it would be rather awkward, but Danny had plenty of experience socialising with the public, awkwardness slid right off him, and soon enough Dash found himself laughing alongside Danny as he told a story about the new misadventures of the Box Ghost.
He returned to his dorm that night, head still swimming from one too many beers, and he had the best sleep of his life.
He pulled back on some of his volunteer work, hunting for new people to take his place as he focused on college. He was falling far behind, but he would work hard to make his way back. As a volunteer he could only do so much, but with the right education and training, he could do so much more.
The guilt still haunted him, every so often when the pressure and the stress weighed heavy, it would creep back into his mind. It would probably never go away, not entirely, but at least now he had his closure.
Finally, it was enough.
#lula's fanfics#I'm still in a creativity funk so this isn't like#my best work#but I needed to get it out of my system#danny phantom#dash baxter#danny phantom fanfiction#tw bullying
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TOKREV: KINKS (PT. I)
feat: mikey, draken, mitsuya, chifuyu, kazutora, baji
tw: fem!reader, spanking, dacryphilia, pet play, breeding, face riding, overstimulation, edging, daddy kink, cucking, voyeurism, knife play, gun play, degradation / humiliation, angry sex, overall very smutty
a/n: all characters are aged up (baji is alive i’m in denial) ; part two is coming !!
— MIKEY
♱ mikey has impressive restraint but even he tests his limits when he’s edging himself, forcing his hips to keep thrusting while he resists the urge to cum inside you. he knows the longer he lasts, the more satisfying it’ll be when he finally finishes.
♱ because he’s lost so much of his family, he’s developed a breeding kink. the thought of stuffing his partner full of his cum just makes his head spin. he always fucks it back into you until it’s leaking down your thighs and onto the bed.
♱ while he’s a sucker for missionary, he loves it when you ride him. his eyes are locked on the way your tits bounce, the way your chest heaves with each ragged breath. his hands grip your hips, helping guide you up and down on his cock.
—DRAKEN
♱ the first time you call draken daddy, it accidentally slipped out, but now he makes a point of referring to himself as that when you two get intimate. it’s because of you that he developed a daddy kink, making you call him that if you wish to cum.
♱ he’s not afraid to discipline you if you get a bratty attitude with him. he’ll bend you over his lap, flip your skirt up and spank you until your ass is completely red, using the other hand to keep your face pressed into the mattress.
♱ his favorite position is doggy style and it’s because he’s enamored with the way your ass jiggles as his hips slap against yours, squeezing the flesh between his fingers. he’d take a picture of you arching your back if you’d let him.
—MITSUYA
♱ mitsuya loves sleepy sex. his favorite time to have sex is early in the morning, when he wakes up for a nap, and right before bed, when your walls are down and you’re your truest self. he’ll give you tons of forehead kisses and praise.
♱ though, if you ever want to have sex in the shower, he’ll never pass up the opportunity to fuck you while water drips down your body, his hands tangled in your wet hair. afterwards, he’ll even soap you up and wash you down.
♱ no matter when or where you have sex, he pays extra attention to your nipples. his fingers will pinch them in between his fingers before he takes them in his mouth, swirling his tongue around them until they’re pretty and pert.
—CHIFUYU
♱ sex with chifuyu is usually soft and sweet with slow, deep strokes and lots of praise. however, he doesn’t just stop after you’ve climaxed once; he wants to overstimulate you until the only thing you can moan out is his name.
♱ he has a weakness for giving you head, and he prefers it when you ride his face, legs on either side of his head and dripping cunt above him. his hands will caress your thighs, holding you still so you can’t move away.
♱ though it takes him a long time to admit it, he’s a fan of cucking. he’ll only let his closest friends participate, but he’s enamored watching you take someone larger and stronger than him. he’ll sit there and get off to it.
—KAZUTORA
♱ his favorite part of sex is the foreplay. he loves teasing and riling you up, and he’ll frequently make you ride his thigh to get yourself off. the way he can feel your arousal seeping through his pants drives him feral.
♱ he’s also into pet play, and he realizes this when he sees you in a pair of cat ears, asking you to keep them on as he climbs on top of you. one day he gifts you a collar with his name on it, and you two don’t leave the bed all day.
♱ when he’s feeling more sadistic, he’ll participate in some knife play, dragging the blade against your skin and reveling in the chillbumps that rise in its wake. his favorite thing to do is draw circles around your nipples with the weapon.
—BAJI
♱ it doesn’t take a lot to set baji off, so he’s constantly getting angry over the most ridiculous things. and since you’re always close by, he usually takes it out on you. you two have an almost comical amount of rough, angry sex.
♱ his mean streak comes out in bed, especially when he’s already pissed off. he’s a hard dom with a tendency to humiliate and degrade you, smirking at the fact that you clench him tighter every time he calls you a slut.
♱ he also likes striking fear into his partner’s heart, pulling out a loaded gun and pressing the barrel of it to your lips. his finger’s on the trigger while you suck on the cool metal, his other hand wound in your hair to bob your head.
#cass content.txt#tokyo revengers#tokrev#tokrev x reader#manjiro sano#tokrev smikey#ken ryuguji#tokrev draken#mitsuya takashi#tokrev mitsuya#chifuyu matsuno#tokrev chifuyu#kazutora hanemiya#tokrev kazutora#tokrev baji#reader insert#smut
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god knows you tried | manjiro (mikey) sano
pairing: bonten!mikey x reader
genre: angst
warnings: heartbreak, attempt suicide(?), original characters/manga plot (pls do not read if you haven’t read the manga D: ), mentions of religion, implied sex (no smut ok!)
summary: god knows you tried your best. if only mikey knew how hard you’re trying too then perhaps this love wouldn’t hurt as much as you thought.
words: 1823 words
a/n: i think this sucks but... i hope you enjoy it! <3
god knows you tried.
you watched the ex-toman boys eagerly catching up with takemichi quietly, hands resting against your chin as you took in the rare sight in front of you with a sad smile etched on your lips. this was the happy ending that mikey had sacrificed for everyone but himself.
“a penny for your thoughts?” mitsuya asks, plopping down next you on to the stone steps. that’s right, it’s june 19th 2018, toman’s formation day anniversary and everyone had gathered around to re-open the time capsule from twelve years ago. “hm? nothing much. just missing a particular someone.” you hummed, dragging your fingers across the ground to draw a heart. mitsuya nods understandingly, knowing not to pry any deeper anymore and for that, you’re thankful.
crouching down, you hesitantly picked up the the blue coloured envelope you left behind twelve years ago. unsure if you’d wanna read the contents of the letter your naive self written back then. with a deep breath, you slipped open the cover. revealing a photo of candid photo of you and mikey leaning on each other asleep with your mouths wide open taken by emma.
dearest y/n,
i wonder what you’re doing right now?
are you perhaps finally studying in film?
has that idiot manjiro finally proposed to you?
or are you the one who proposed to him?
“y/n, you’ll be with me for a long time right?” mikey asked, staring at the very sky that you both loved oh so very much with your hands intertwined. having grown up with each other since young had pretty much given you both the illusion that the two of you will always be a part of each other’s world. and you hoped with every inch of your heart that mikey wants it to be that way forever. “of course. you’re my heaven and home mikey. i wouldn’t go anywhere else without you by my side.” you squeezed his hand in assurance, knowing that at this very moment, mikey was at his most truthful and vulnerable self with you.
whatever it is, i hope that you’re living the happy life with him that you’ve been dreaming of.
signing off,
toman’s honorary member, y/n l/n.
everyone was silent. even hakkai who had been making fun of everyone’s letter kept quiet. the boys knew how much you loved and you still love mikey. each opting to give you the concerned and sympathetic look. you could feel you heart breaking even more for you knew you weren’t doing anything that you had hoped for back then.
you felt mitsuya’s comforting hand softly grabbing onto yours. “well that’s depressing,” you chuckled softly, wanting to get rid of the awkward tension in the air as soon as possible. “let’s grab some ramen, i’m starving.” and with that, you let your feet drag you away from the heavy atmosphere with your head hung low.
perhaps the hurt wouldn't be as painful if you weren’t the only one who knew what kind of path mikey had chosen to go down. you see, when mikey turned his back against all his closest friend, you had the privilege of staying as his only constant thanks to your stubborn nature but even with that, you weren’t enough to keep him away from his dark impulses. mikey chose the path to destruction and the only thing that you could do was watch from the sidelines and be there when he shows up at wee hours of the night to borrow your body. but you didn't mind. it was during these most intimate moments with mikey that you finally get to feel a piece of him again when he spews the words of “i love you” so effortlessly.
god knows that you tried.
“mikey those aren’t good for you.” you frowned, snatching the capsule away from his hand seconds before he could flush it down his system. “what the fuck y/n?” the angered male snaps. you felt yourself falling and back colliding against the hard ground. opening your eyes, you see mikey pining you down with nothing but void darkness in his eyes. “i’ll fucking kill you if you do it again.” mikey taunts, he was serious and you know it.
“then kill me mikey.” the words slipped out of your tongue instantly. you were tired. tired of trying. you don't know what else can you possibly do to help mikey anymore. mikey says nothing but got off you. he dusted himself and without sparing you single glance, he showed you his back again, walking out of the door where sanzu was already holding open for him. “get her home.” you heard him say.
it’s been a week since you guys opened the time capsule. nothing much had happened since then except you’ve been spending more time with hina considering how she’s often over to mitsuya’s studio for gown fitting. you admired and envy her love story with takemichi. but who were you to complain? you were lucky enough that mikey still wanted you around. so it shouldn’t hurt so much when you sae her adorning the beautiful wedding gown that mitsuya had spent months on tailoring.
you let out a tired yawn, stretching your arms above your head as you finished touching up the last few bits of editing on your laptop. you looked over at the calendar on your table, a pink heart circled over today’s date and smiled. “mitsuya, i’m gonna knock off first okay?” you announced, tidying up your table and reaching out for the bag of the familiar favourite deserts of a certain male.
mitsuya nods, “thank you for your hard work y/n”. he flashes you a smile, eye slowly trailing to the white plastic bag dangling from your side as you waved goodbye, back facing him and walking away. “you’re going to see him aren't you?” you stopped in your tracks. “i know he never left you. plus you got a bag filled with dorayakis and taiyakis. that’s pretty obvious.” mitsuya chuckles. you always knew mitsuya to be perceptive but it never once occured to you that your best friend who is also your boss would ever catch on to the secret you’ve been hiding for twelve years.
“how did yo-”
“be careful y/n.” mitsuya waves you off, going back to whatever he was doing. a fond smile creeps onto your lips as you watched mitsuya working hard. “thank you mitsuya. for everything. really,” you whispered, but loud enough for the dual dyed coloured hair boy to look up again when you walked away.
you made your way towards the secluded vip section of the club through swarms of body swaying around you until you saw the familiar tall pink haired male standing outside the golden door.
“hey sanzu,” you greeted, barely audible over the loud booming music. you were about to push the door open when sanzu towers over you immediately, denying you of your entrance. you looked at sanzu in confusion, “it’s me, y/n. i’m here to see mikey.” you said loudly, voice straining to over power the background noise. “ i know. but mikey will not be seeing anyone right now.” he retorts back.
surely mikey knew that you were visiting tonight right? after all it’s your anniversary date. you tilted your head at sanzu. not fully understanding what he’s saying. to say that you’re feeling absolutely livid would be an understatement right now. you’re too tired, angry and broken hearted to process anything anymore so you exploded. you only wanted to see your boyfriend. was that a very difficult request?
“sanzu,” you said lowly, eyes staring blankly into his and as if on cue, you brought your knees to his precious manhood before making another high kick at him, bringing him down. it was a technique that mikey had taught you when you were younger and attending martial arts lesson together with baji. god you missed baji so much.
“y/n because you’re short, you can do this instead.” mikey suggested smugly, kneeing poor baji’s little friend before swinging his legs much more harder than he intended to at baji’s profile when he bent forward. the main point was to get your opponent to lean forward so that your legs could reach high enough to create an impact on their skull. you eyes lit up in excitement, “wow! that’s so cool! let me try it!” you jumped impatiently. turning towards mikey to execute the exact same move. “wait n-! AHH,” mikey’s eyes widened, and before he knew it, you had completely knocked him over.
that day, as mikey and baji lied down with pain still intact barely moving an inch, shinchiro only gave you a thumbs up and praised you for taking down the invincible mikey. you were the only one who could do that.
“sanzu, i’ll see my boyfriend as and when i’d like to.” you said curtly, eyeing sending daggers at him lying on the ground before stepping over him to swing the door open, revealing your petite self to the other bonten’s executives and hostess who were staring at you in surprise.
you don’t see anyone else but your lover who’s currently sitting in the center with two pretty hostess sitting by his side. you don’t hesitate and begun walking towards him. “get your hands off my man.” you said calmly. there was tension in the air and from the corner of your eyes, you could see the executives slowly getting up to leave as if on cue.
“aren’t you as stubborn as always,” he raises a brow as you settled down next to him, pouring the bag of dessert on the glass table in front of you. you smile softly, grabbing a packet of taiyaki and handing it to him before grabbing one for yourself too. “happy 14th anniversary mikey.” you mumbled softly before grabbing a bite. 14 years, that was how long you two had been together for. “mhm. happy 14th anniversary y/n.” mikey hums, allowing you lean in close to him and resting your head on his chest.
you take in the scent of mikey for you knew that this is going to be the last time you’re going to be able to hold mikey close to you. you didn't want this moment to end but you were too tired to continue on and see what's going to happen the next when you go back to just another normal day. you held tightly to the gun you hid in your bag, shutting your eyes tightly.
“hey mikey,” you called out. you never thought you’d see it again but you saw a flash of endearment in his eyes when you called him. “i love you so much, promise you’ll take care of yourself alright?” you smiled warmly before pulling the gun out of your bag and putting it against your head.
god knows you tried.
god knows you did your best and now you’re going home.
bang!
#tokyorev x reader#tokyo revengers#mikey x you#mikey sano#mitsuya takashi#toman#chifuyu matsuno#mikey x y/n#fanfic
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hi if you make one for me i would appreciate it
your personality
loyal, introverted, calm, most of the time I'm always smiling, but never and really I'm a very depressed person I don't like to show my true feelings to others, sometimes I lock myself in my room for days, sometimes I'm very manipulative a little sadistic , I know what I want and I don't abandon anyone, quite stubborn, I'm like a tsudare, sarcastic, I try to solve problems in the conversation if I'm not afraid to succeed in the fight, sometimes I end up pushing people away because I'm afraid of disappointment, I don't let people come easily into my life, but who isn't, I always do everything to protect, enthralled, I hardly sleep
-What do you look like
my sign and libra, I'm 1.60 tall,
brown hair that goes over the shoulder, but I always leave it up, brown eyes, I almost always wear baggy clothes because my breasts are big and I'm embarrassed when they look at me, I'm also insecure because I have a lot of high mutilation scars, sometimes sometimes i'm a bit perverted
-what do you like
music, books, quiet places, animals, horror and action movies, drawing, sewing, macabre things
do not like
crowded places, people, monotonous things, leaving the house, doing unnecessary things that won't yield anything, talking
- what are you looking for in a relationship,
someone loyal patient, who I know will always be by my side, who is not afraid to say what he wants and what he wants, but also respects my space, who doesn't care about my sadistic side, and my silence
gender preference too
male, except taijo, baji, nayoha, i'm not comfortable with them
-and any facts about you think might work ♡
I'm very loyal, and would always be there to support and listen, he would always try to show my true feelings.
well i think it might have been a little confused i don't know how to spread it well if you want you don't need to do more if you have to😊
I match you with...
¡! Kawata Souya ¡!
Why?
You and Souya would be a complimentary duo, whenever you feel down he would comfort you and viceversa, he loves you in every possible way no matter your mood. Your relationship would be based around intimacy and little, simple moments you both share.
general headcanons:
¡! SFW ¡!
you met at a Toman meeting, you were part of the 4th division and Nahoya was talking to you about being more present in fights and stop messing with your division's victory. Souya saw you very uncomfortable and decided to step in the conversation and give the message to you instead of his brother.
he then later started looking towards your way more often, noticing how you were normally pretending. it seemed like only him noticed your behaviour so he tried to reach you, but being an introvert himself was a challenge.
mikey knew about Souya's interest in you, he started ordering both of you little errands together.
it was super awkward at first because none of you knew what to say
Souya asked for his brother's advice but got nothing good from it.
just like Chifuyu's plan b, he opted for courage.
he tried to approach you little by little, it took him months to get your number but he wanted to know you better
dates would normally occur by accident, you meeting him at a random place and then he inviting you to go for a walk around the city.
after almost a year (10 months to be specific) he asked permission to be your boyfriend. he went to your house with a bouquet of daises, mostly white and the attempt of a smile (he looked very cute ^^)
to others, your relationship was slow, but to Souya it was perfect, he didn't want to push you and respected your limits all the time.
when you told him about your depression he didn't knew what to do, he just gave you the most loving and warm hug he could give, you both cried
he loves you the way you are, he wouldn't change a thing from you
when you doubt yourself he'll reassure you of the amazing being you are and how special you are to him
will recommend you to look for help if you aren't getting it, and would accompany you to your appointments
always checks on you, he doesn't see you as a burden, he just wants to make sure you are safe and okay
whispers sweet nothings to you when you cuddle
likes to hold your pinky when you are in public
will blush hardly when he sees you in an outfit
marathon movie dates, he always gets scared af because of your excentric taste but uses it as an excuse to be near you
asks you to read to him, your voice calms him so much
you'll sleep the best with him, he is a human pillow and his hair is the softest
knows you are not a fan of Nahoya, so whenever you go to his house he asks Nahoya to go out or to stay quiet
you still see him a lot
Nahoya talked to you about your relationship with his twin and asked you to protect him, you also discused some things just to be clear about what you didn't like about him, he obviously stopped because he knows his brother loves you too much.
you are the only one who has seen him smiling, not even Smiley has seen him like that.
is the sweetest smile that exists, gives beautiful vibes, he does it more often for you
his love language might be quality time and acts of service
it doesn't matter where he is as long as you are there he is happy
¡! NSFW ¡!
again, he will never pressure you to do anything
sex isn't very important to him
he's a switch, more on the sub side
loves to fuck you face to face
will eat you out for hours just because he can and he enjoys it
and believe me when I say he can, because he CAN and WILL make you scream in seconds
loves your body so much
loves to bury his face in your breasts, licks them and sucks them up
his tongue is a god tool and will put it to use
the first time he saw your scars he kissed them, wouldn't want you any other way
praises you like if his life depended on it
its all about your pleasure
if you enjoy it, then he does it too
likes to be degraded
super sensitive in his neck and lower back
it turns him on when you are being perverted and try to tease him
loves you riding him, getting the perfect view, squishing your hips and licking your boobs
his dick is very pretty, normal length and girth, pretty pink in the head, a mole near his crotch, trimed
he prefers you to have hair
likes to cry during the act
choke him, trust me, the "demon" comes out
normally passionate sex, but angry sex with him is the best (lol)
sex in the bathroom is the most common
aftercare is amazing
makes you cum like 4 times, just to see his pretty s/o being in heaven by his own actions <3
[daisies: pureness]
hope you liked it love! I know depression sucks but you are not alone, I'll be here whenever you need me bubs 😚💖
¡! song recommendation ¡!
#[❥︎] match ups#souya x reader#angry x reader#tokyo revengers#tokrev#tokyo revengers x reader#kawata souta x reader#souta kawata#souya kawata#souta x reader
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more funtime found family au stuff but this time focusing on funtime freddy and michael's relationship. it's incredibly rambly and turns into off-kilter dialogue but i gotta get this off my chest.
tw mentioned child abuse/death
• doesn't actually like michael (at first) even tho i draw them hanging around each other a lot
• bon bon is the only reason he does loaf around him. (bon bon and bonnet being the only ones who like Michael in the beginning.) They're attached to each other so it's inevitable that they would hang around mikey.
• ft freddy plays really mean spirited jokes on michael bc he's not allowed to harm him. he has to get real creative. (ft freddy has a lot of anger inside of him. people write him off as being dumb and goofy but really that's just a mask that he put up so he didn't scare people away. of course the funtimes know how he is, knows who he is right to his core bc they're all connected on a deeper/technological level.)
• (slaps funtime freddy. this bear can fit so much trauma and abandonment issues in him!)
• can be incredibly vindictive when he wants to be and takes out a lot of his agression on Michael. michael shares the afton name (bc he sure as hell doesn't look like william in my au lol) and that alone is enough for ft freddy to bully him.
• (the funtimes blame william for abandoning them so ft freddy takes it especially personal when his ankle biter comes around to "liberate" them. and on some deeper level freddy is just terrified that michael will abandon them all, just like willy did. he never voices this of course. opting to show his apprehension and fear in a more destructive way, pushing Michael further away.)
• canon ft freddy: sinister but still goofy and knows how to have a good time
my ft freddy: goofy and repressed anger issues, doesn't know how to enjoy himself without causing someone some kinda pain.
• michael gets fed up with being terrorized eventually and confronts him, and ft freddy drops the silly act for a bit just ready to blow up at him. (he can't even place why he's still so angry at michael when really he's been nothing but hospitable and accomodating to their wants and needs but fuck he's just so wound up he doesn't know what to do) michael compares him to william during the argument (cruel and vindictive just like william wanted) and ft freddy nearly rings his neck, absolutely seething but bon bon doesnt let that happen of course. (idk if this is confirmed canon but bon bon was designed to placate freddy. he raises his voice even slightly and bon bon's petting his face, stopping him from getting even more agressive)
• ft freddy shuts down after the confrontation ends (emotionally, anyway) and the blow out itself is completely anti climatic, nobody getting hurt. he ends up isolating himself from the others with bon bon hovering around like a concerned mother hen. Baby and the others give him space but michael (after he cools down anyways) won't leave him alone.
• See the thing is: Michael understands. Michael understands more than anyone what it's like to feel so deeply, what it's like to hate and hate and to keep hating until that rage is your whole life. It's suffocating. and he had to deal with that all on his own, choking on his own grief and rage without anyone to guide him. (his brother is dead bc of him and he carries that with him everywhere he goes, in everything he does.)
• They're living in the countryside of France at this point in time, far off from any wandering eyes, a thick forest surrounding their home. Freddy has a few hiding spots that he scouted out within the first few days of staying there. And that's where Michael finds him, hiding out in a small alcove by the a creek, throwing rocks at the trees (and sometimes wildlife).
• freddy doesn't aknowledge him, ignoring him like a child would and bon bon frets nervously between them, not wanting another fight to break out. Michael tells them that he's not here to fight anymore, he just wants to talk. you like to talk, don't you? and freddy doesn't say anything, running his fingers through the dirt, absentmindedly.
• michael asks bon bon to leave so that they can have a private convo and bon bon freaks out like absolutely not, he might hurt you and michael asks freddy directly like "are you going to hurt me?" freddy still isn't talkative, and he's rigid when he shakes his head no after a bit of silence. Bon Bon asks if he's alright with him leaving and freddy just shrugs, still staring at nothing in the distance. bon bon hesitates for a few moments before finally leaving, telling Michael to call out to him if he's in danger but michael rushes him along.
• it's just them now, nothing but the sounds of nature around them. michael asks how he's feeling and freddy shrugs again. Michael strikes up a one sided conversation, stepping closer and closer to him over time not really getting any kinda response out of him but eventually, during his rambling, freddy finally looks at him and says "Y-You just don't get-get it." and then goes back to the silent treatment.
• Michael's quiet, having made his way up to standing right next to freddy (he's only a tiny bit taller than him when he's just sitting like that). he nods his head, considering something for a while until finally he goes "Did I ever tell you about what it was like? Ya know. Being William Afton's golden child?" freddy doesn't say anything but he pauses from drawing circles in the dirt, tilts his head just a fraction to let mikey know he's listening.
• michael stares at the creek. "He wasn't the most outwardly loving father. Wasn't really the nicest one, either. But, I wanted his approval so bad, I'd do anything for it." Freddy slowly turns his head to watch him carefully. that's got his attention. "I did a bunch of stupid shit back then, all cause I wanted to be noticed by him. But all that attention went to my little-" and michael draws in a sudden breath, pained. stays silent for a moment, working up the courage to speak. "I did something awful to my brother. All for my father. And it's an awful thing to say but his death didn't matter. Pops didnt bat an eye and Mom was too far gone by that point after Elizabeth...." he looks back in the direction of the cottage. "Well.... you know what happened to Elizabeth." Freddy's stare is hard and unyielding. "He's gone now and I was the only one who cared enough. His fuckin' abuser cared more for his passing than his own father did."
• "He threw me into the basement. Did you know that?" Michael bounces from one foot to another, anxiety written into his very bones. he's lost in his rambling now, having never spoken these words out loud to anyone. "I killed his son and he locked me away in the dark for three years." Freddy fully turns to give Michael his undivided attention, stock still, hanging off of his every word. "I got out. Eventually. I ran away and lived on the streets for years until someone got a hold of me. Told me my old man was missing, presumed dead. Got a pretty penny from the fazbear business he co-owned with Mr. Emily. Things were going good, I guess. I was overwhelmed for the most part, didn't do anything other than bounce around from hotels every few days. In some way, I felt like he was still out there, watching me. I just kept running. And then i found out about you." He glances at freddy and looks away quickly when he finds an unblinking visage staring back. "Found out about all of you. Locked away in a storage facility for over 30 years. In the dark. All alone." an incredibly long silence stretches out between them, freddy fidgeting, hyperaware of every noise going on around them.
• "You think I don't get it. But I do. I think I understand you more than anyone could." Michael's staring back at him, raw emotion across his face, eyes soft with empathy and that's what makes Freddy turn away from him. Suddenly uncomfortable. "I don't want to fight with you. Not you. Not Ballora, or Foxy, or Eli-" He visibly winces, but regains his composure. "...I just... need you to understand that I want to help."
• Freddy's never been so quiet, and it's such an odd sight. Michael's not sure if he should say anything else or if he should leave the bear alone. the bear speaks up, finally "W-We could've kill-killed you."
• "That was always a possibility, yeah. I woulda deserved it." Freddy's not sure if he likes the way Michael talks about himself sometimes. "I needed to get you guys out of there, though. That was more important than whatever could've happened to me." Michael huffs. "Besides, if I hadn't bailed you guys out then I would've never gone to Paris. Ballora has good taste in real estate, I think." and despite everything, freddy lets out a sudden breath that could've been mistaken for a sensible chuckle. Michael smiles anyway.
• Things settle down afterwards, though there's no bite to Freddy's jokes now. They're not as close as Michael wants, Freddy still keeping his distance, keeping his walls up but it's something.
• Freddy starts watching horror movies with him late into the night and until dawn. Doesn't let Michael sleep in afterwards and he might just regret this but it makes Freddy happy. Things go back to normal in the cottage, as normal as things can be for a motley troupe like them anyways. Michael starts laughing at his jokes more.
#funtime freddy#michael afton#ft freddy#fnaf#sorry for the long winded ramblings but i love these two and wanna develop them in thr au#long post#robot talks#funtime found family au
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Nobody necessarily asked for these but it’s been a meh few days and I figured I’d write some shit to keep busy (a little stuck on request but a bih is managing)
So I give you, some random headcanons for the guys
Michelangelo
I like to think that this orange lad while the fun type of bf that has you in stitches nearly every minute, has his serious moments
Similar to Don he’s painfully aware that he isn’t normal and while he can be somewhat vain that boy has got some self conscious thoughts running through him all day. Especially with his s/o
That gives way to some depressive episodes 🥺 (hug him pls)
He’s the second best cook of the four (Raph being 1st place) but he’s the best baker though.
Loves being competitive in games with Raph but enjoys playing co-op more with Donnie
The only time you can catch him really concentrating is when he draws. Boy really gets lost in it. Goes without mentioning, yes he draws his s/o and has gifted them some pretty dope ass pieces
Heaviest sleeper, a bomb can go off. You’ve often almost violently shake him which leads to Grumpy Groggy Mikey™️ and he complains cause on the random days he manages to be up before you boy wakes you up super soft and sweetly
Besides Donnie he’s got seniority when it comes to picking the playlist they use for doing chores.
As I’ve stated and will die on that hill: Touch is his love language. He still likes to snuggle up to his bros or give them hugs. He’s basically attached to the hip with his s/o.
Fancies himself a bit of a style icon
He remembers perfectly the firsts: first kiss, first time, first fight, first makeup, first everything
Him and Raph are the dynamic duo but Mikey loves being coddled by Leo because big brother and littlest brother™️
But he feels most comfortable talking about unusual or somewhat embarrasing things with Donnie cause he always hits him with the “yes it’s perfectly normal because *long winded biology esplanation*”
Doesn’t like to cry in front of his brother but breaks apart with Splinter
He Loves™️ the sound of his name when it comes out of his s/o’s mouth. In every sense of the word, angry, happy, surprised, lustful etc
Donatello
Being a genius has its perks but man can it have its downsides.
He’s just ridiculously aware and that leads to many thoughts and those thoughts can turn very negative
He gets depressed pretty easily but he’s got that Keep on Keep Going attitude towards it. His s/o can catch on pretty quickly and there’s a struggle to reach him when his head is too clouded.
He is the Fix It type in all sense of the words. So he’s the bf that will listen to your problems and he’ll try and find a way around it to help you or at least give out a better point of view.
Which means he’s a great listener, like seriously he loves talking and he rambles but he loves when you do too
Loves to be caressed honestly. If his s/o runs a hand down his arms or thigh, if they caress his cheek or run a thumb across his lips.
He reads all manner of things tbh, from repair manuals to romance novels
Goes without saying, gamer boi. He loves doing mods, always wants to play on expert mode, smart sarcastic burns when he’s playing online and somebody is being an insensitive prick
He’s actually a really good sexter. He’s nervous physically cause self image issues but with reassurance etc he gets lowkey cocky
No necessarily the best cook but he’s not bad either. He does like to make you breakfast in bed.
Serotonin hiiiiigh when they bring him coffee
He loves late night drives, usually takes a Raph with him but once he gets his s/o it’s the two of you driving around New York. One some ocassions Raph tags along too
While they get along pretty good, him and Leo can butt heads a lot. It’s not a dick measuring contest like Leo and Raph. They just argue and Donnie gets a smart mouth and Leo well he can be a dick.
Regardless they make up pretty fast.
Leonardo
He’s got a smidge of OCD. He’s very particular of keeping things in a particular order that he knows and nobody really understands but it makes him happy.
Expert folder of clothing so everyone rejoices when it’s his turn to do laundry cause that mofo does some orgami like shit to everyone’s boxers
He reminds everyone to eat fruit and veggies, can’t be pizza every night
Yes he can be a hardass but he’s honestly an absolute softie with those he loves. He’s very attentive with everyone’s needs, especially Splinter
Rooftop star gazing, he likes to decompress and sometimes that means going somewhere by himself. When coupled up he loves doing this with his s/o and it’s a nice way to get some time to themselves
Listen Leo is boyfriend material, he’s husband material. It’s stupid how perfect he is when it comes to being someone’s partner. He remembers the little things like really dumb things that always guts his s/o.
He’s thought about if anything were to happen to him he’d want Raph to step up. Even if they argue and bicker and fight he knows Raph would set the world on fire if it meant protecting his loved ones.
Is learning Japanese and he so wants to see it someday. Has gotten pretty good at speaking it but reading it is still a little hard.
Has snuck into a flower shop after hours to get you a bouquet, it’s cool he leaves the money on the counter
When Casey and April had their first Big Fight™️ and she showed up and started bawling, everyone thought Raph was gonna end Casey but in reality it was Leo, that boy was seething if Donnie hadn’t played mediator it was gonna be ugly
Leo hates to see somebody he loves cry cause somebody was just being an ass
He loves game night and movie night
While he takes his leader duties seriously this boy will sleep away a day away. He’s tired af get him a blanket pls.
Raphael
Grumpy boi lives to exercise and lift weights but he does have other things he enjoys. He loves sneaking out an making his away around the city from rooftop to rooftop
As stated, best cook in the fam. This man takes pride in that. So as his s/o trust me you’re gonna be well fed
Although he will never admit he can’t fall a sleep without you like once y’all start dating and sleeping over he needs you there.
Mikey gets on his last nerve but Christ if anyone messes with him. Raph is ripping their necks. That’s his boy, he’ll always protect him, which is why whenever Leo starts going on Dad Mode he always sides with his little bro.
Sure he’s got his anger issues but honestly he’s probably one of the most sentimental of his brothers. So yeah cry angry but he’s just a ball of emotions and he doesn’t know how to manage them sometimes but he’s trying
He’s protective of Mikey but lord is he protective of April. Like honestly he gave Casey the big brother ‘if you break her heart I’m breaking ya neck’ speech and he fucking means it
Also, he’s really close with April. Those two are always talking and goofing about. He sees her as that little sister (or more so big sister) and he likes having a sister.
He’s super close with Donnie, they’ve often felt like outcast in their own ways. Raph likes helping out, he’s pretty handy.
#tmnt bayverse#tmnt leonardo#tmnt raphael#tmnt donatello#tmnt michelangelo#tmnt leo#tmnt Donnie#tmnt Mikey#tmnt Raph#Leonardo#Raphael#Michelangelo#Donatello#headcanons#I was bored
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That way Part 2 - Luke Hemmings (angst)
Part 2 to “that way”, to the lyrics of “tear myself apart” by Tate McRae, enjoy my loves. xxx
Warning: heartbreak
So it goes, my summer rose
Is cut and thrown away
Petals fall and you don't call
For days and days and days
She didn’t expect him to come after her, didn’t expect him to tell her that he didn’t mean it like that and that he was sorry, but she did expect him to at least call or text her. After driving away from Ashtons house, with tears streaming down her face, she promised herself and her heart, that she’d erase the name “Luke Hemmings” from her mind.
That was two weeks ago, of course she didn’t manage to forget the tall, handsome, blue eyed boy, the boy that crushed her heart in his hands once again. The boys tried to take her mind off of the heartbreak, they watched movies with her, took her to the beach, but as much as she appreciated their effort, (y/n) slowly began to distance herself. Maybe if she kept some distance to the boys, she’d be able to move on.
You say, you say it's not my fault
You say nothing at all
“(Y/n)?”, Ashton was standing in front of her apartment door, his hands were getting sweaty, a nervous look on his face, he was concerned about his best friend, he didn’t like that she tried to cut him and the boys out of her life. As she opened the door, he momentarily forgot how to breath, she looked tired, exhausted, “what are you doing here Ashton?”, (y/n) asked as she wiped some of the sweat, that was glistering on her forehead, away with the back of her hand.
He walked into her living room, “what happened to your furniture?”, his eyebrows furrowed together as he took a look around, most of her stuff was gone, just now he realized the moving boxes that were placed all around the room. “I - uhm.”, a deep sigh left her lips, (y/n) sat down on the sofa, “I’m moving.”, her eyes were focused on her hands, she couldn’t look him in the eyes, the feeling of betrayal ran through her veins. A humorless laugh escaped him as he took her hands in his, “just because of Luke?”, way too many emotions overcame him, sadness, anger, confusion.
Can you see my hands shake?
Heart is now an earthquake
I'm left alone to tear myself apart
“No, not only because of Luke, but I think it’s time for me to move on, I’ll spend some time with my friends in Europe, explore some new places, stuff like that.”, (y/n) didn’t like the way her voice sounded so unsure, a shaky breath left her as she watched Ashton rise from the sofa. “When are you leaving?”, he ran a hand over his face, tears were blurring his vision, he didn’t want her to leave, (y/n) was like his sister, “on Monday.”.
Ashton couldn’t be around her any longer, he felt the tears leaving his eyes as he walked to his car. As he drove towards Lukes beach house, he called Calum and Michael, “she’s leaving.”, hiccups left him as he parked his car. “What?”, both of them weren’t quite sure, what he was talking about, “(y/n), she’s moving away. She leaves on Monday.”, sobs wracked through him, his hands tightly clutched the steering wheel, Luke was his only hope.
You make it look so easy
Turn around and leave me
I'm left alone to tear myself apart
To tear myself apart
“Are you crying?”, Luke asked as Ashton entered his house, sunglasses hid Lukes tired eyes, as much as he tried to deny it, he knew that was madly in love with (y/n), he hated himself for treating her like that. “She’s leaving and it’s your fucking fault. Just because you couldn’t tell her what you’re feeling, she’s leaving us. I am losing my best friend just because of you, you asshole.”, Ashtons finger was pressed into Lukes chest, an angry expression washed over his tear stained face, Luke bit his lip, of course he was talking about (y/n).
“Ash, I- what do you want me to say?”, he didn’t know what to tell him, he wasn’t quite sure how to feel about her leaving, but the way his heart was breaking apart was enough to make him feel like shit. “Are you for real right now? I just told you, that the girl you’re in love with, is about to leave us and you have the audacity to tell me, you don’t know what to say?“, Ashtons face was dark red by now, while Luke stood in front of him with an emotionless expression on his face, “when?”, Luke whispered as he looked into Ashtons eyes. “Monday.”, Ashton watched Luke put on a pair of vans, phone tightly clutched in his hands as he looked for his car keys. “I’ll talk to her.”, was the only thing he said as he ran towards his black Range Rover.
No concern for what you've burned
You set yourself ablaze
What survives are sharpened knifes
That go right through the bone
As her eyes found Luke blue ones, she tried to close the door on him, a silent “no” leaving her mouth, but he was stronger than her, pushed past her, walked straight towards her empty kitchen. “Please, leave Lukas.”, she sighed as she watched him pace around the tiny room, he looked distressed, “Is it because of me?”, his big hands were placed against the marble top of the kitchen island. “Don’t think so highly of yourself, you breaking my heart once again, wouldn’t be enough to make me leave.”, (y/n) scoffed as she walked past him, she couldn’t endure being in the same room as him any longer.
Luke grasped her wrist and pulled her flush against his chest, his head dipped down and he pressed a passionate kiss onto her lips, it took her a moment to react, as much as she wanted to kiss him back, she knew that this had to stop. (Y/n) ripped herself away from him and slapped him, his head fell to the side, the noise hallowed through the room. His jaw was clenched, slowly he turned towards her, tears were streaming down the sides of her face, her body was trembling, “This is getting old Luke, please leave, we are done here.”.
You say, you say its not my fault
You say nothing at all
“So you’re just running away? Hiding away from your problems?”, his voice was emotionless, a storm raged inside him, his nails were pressing into the thin skin of his hand, almost drawing some blood. Her back was turned towards him, (y/n) tightly gripped the door handle, her knuckles were turning white, “take care of yourself Lukas.”, (y/n) walked out of the room, towards her bedroom, where she finally broke down, sobs left her mouth as she heard Luke slam her front door shut.
As she sat on the bedroom floor, back pressed against the door, memories ran through her mind, the first time she met Luke, the first time she felt shivers run up her spine as he touched her, the first time they kissed and the first time she cried in Ashtons arms about him breaking her heart for the first time. It was time to move on, time to leave Luke Hemmings behind.
Can you see my hands shake?
Heart is now an earthquake
I'm left alone to tear myself apart
Ashton, Calum and Michael were driving her to the airport, an awkward silence hung in the air, her head was placed against the window, tears left her eyes as she felt Michael grasp her hands, he placed a kiss onto the back of her hand, “I’m sorry (y/n).”, he whispered against her skin, a sad smile on his lips as his eyes were focused on her tear stained face, “Don’t be Mikey.”.
“Please call us sometimes, send us pictures, keep us posted okay?”, Calum pulled her against his chest, the smell of his aftershave made her feel like home, her heart was breaking apart as she pulled away from him, (y/n) couldn’t speak, it felt as if the air was slowly leaving her lungs, her heart was rapidly beating against her ribs. Ashton pressed a kiss onto her forehead, “Take care of yourself, okay?.”
You make it look so easy
Turn around and leave me
I'm left alone to tear myself apart
To tear myself apart
She wouldn’t stop shaking as she walked away from her friends, (y/n) couldn’t look backwards, couldn’t endure watching them cry, she tightly clutched her bag in her hands, even though it felt wrong to leave her friends behind, she knew that it was the only way to mend her broken heart together once again.
As she walked towards her gate she felt her phone vibrate in the back pocket of her black jeans, “I’m begging you (y/n), please don’t leave.”, Luke had texted her, a sob wracked through her as she looked at her background picture, the smirk on Lukes face brought a sad smile onto her lips, (y/n) desperately tried to wipe away the tears as she switched off her phone.
Can you see my hands shake?
Heart is now an earthquake
I'm left alone to tear myself apart
You make it look so easy
Turn around and leave me
I'm left alone to tear myself apart
To tear myself apart
#Luke hemmings#luke hemming imagines#luke hemmings x reader#luke imagine#5sos#5 seconds of summer#5 second of summer imagines#ashton irwin#Calum hood#michael clifford#luke hemmo#tate mcrae#imagine luke hemmings#5sos imagine
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For @slashthedice Frisky February prompt, consensual non-con. It’s a few days late, but I thought it would be appropriate to have some smut on Valentines lol. I left it sort of vague as to how, exactly, Mikey comes to be in this situation, because I couldn’t really think up a good reason that I was happy with writing.
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Michael liked control. Even then, ‘like’ isn’t really the right word for it - he expected it. Your submission was routine, something normal and ordinary and right. He expected your submission, to be acknowledged as the one in control, and you gave that to him. If the idea of rebellion somehow got into your head, he made sure it didn’t stay there for long.
Lately, though, a thought had crossed your mind. It was a dangerous thing, to contemplate why Michael did the things he did, but there was one thing about him that you were absolutely certain that you knew. It was obvious that his dominance over you was something that aroused him. He took every opportunity to put his power over you on display, but it was only natural, wasn’t it, for the stronger of the two to win out over the weaker? And he was stronger, you had no doubt about that.
However, if you could take that control from him, your victory over him would be much greater than the small, petty ones he took from you. He was a killer, physically capable and unswayed by your tears and pleas, so it took no great effort on his part to keep you under control. For you to do the same to him, to have him on his back, wrists under your palm and fighting against your hold only to lose, would be a greater display of power than anything he’d ever done to you. You can imagine him beneath you, helpless - and harmless - the power you had been giving him stripped away until he has no choice but to submit. It was more of a deathwish than a fantasy, you had to admit, but that hadn’t stopped you.
When Michael finally starts to wake up, it’s a slow process. There’s no noise other than the low, raspy breathing that you’ve grown used to hearing in the background, but you notice his hands twitch. His fingers curl and uncurl slowly, muscles stiff and flexing under his skin. You watch him wake and it takes longer than you would have thought for the realization to hit him, but when it does, you smile at the shudder that travels up his body.
Michael’s arms stretch, pulling loosely at the zip ties that bind his wrists, that catch around the headboard of the bed that you had tied them to. His fingers tense, hands clawing at each other in futile rage, but then he immediately goes still. One hand clenches into a fist, but you can see him trembling with repressed anger.
You hear him sigh, a heavy, muted noise that you think started as a growl. Placing your hands on his hips, you lean over him from your place at his side, catching his glazed over eyes. His head rolls towards you, expression blank at first, until he flexes against the ties again, and a heated anger floods his face. You are responsible for restraining him and he isn’t happy about it.
“I’m sorry, Mikey,” you say, watching with delight as he snarls at the nickname. “But I promise, you’re going to like it. Hopefully enough that you won’t kill me when we’re done.”
You smile, but you know that there is the very real possibility that you’ve misjudged your safety in this situation. It would be unimaginably easy for him to harm you, to kill you, and you aren’t entirely sure that he would even feel bad about it afterwards.
Michael kicks at you when you trail a hand down his hip to his thigh, but he has no leverage in this position and the kick doesn’t even come close to connection. You ignore it, instead spreading his legs with one hand on each thigh and crawling over him to settle yourself between them. Keeping one hand on his leg, you lean over him again, reaching up to undo the long trail of buttons covering his chest. You catch his eyes again, narrowed and glaring, but the anger you see there is damped slightly by the twitching of his cock next to your hand. Michael’s mouth twists as you reach the zipper at his waist, opening and closing between hisses of breath. You’ve never heard him speak, but you can imagine the hateful things he’d be saying now, voice slurred and vitriolic, but in opposition to the pulse between his legs.
Whatever doubt you felt about it before, you’re pleased to see that Michael’s rage hadn’t impeded his arousal. When you free his cock it’s already flushed pink and your hand closing around it makes his breath stutter, chest rising and falling in uneven motions. His eyes flutter, brow furrowing and hips arching ever so slightly towards you, but the anger still doesn’t leave his expression, mouth clenched into a narrow line.
Tightening your grip around his cock and rubbing your palm against it, you watch him writhe, eyes snapping back open. His fingers tangle together, still pulling at the ties, but it’s his mouth you focus on. His lips are parted in a gasp, pink tongue flicking out over the bottom lip, rounded into a soft ‘o’ shape as he fights against the moans bubbling in his throat. It’s too much to resist pressing your own mouth against his, so you lean back over his chest, a hand on his chin tilting his face towards you.
Michael’s face is flushed, mouth half open as you lean down to kiss him, but you catch the gleam in his eyes at the last second. You pull back, pushing yourself up and away just as he lunges, teeth snapping closed around nothing. He collapses back onto the bed, panting and glaring, looking even more furious that you remained unharmed.
“That’s not nice.”
You huff, planting your hands on his chest for support and returning the nasty look he’s giving you. That was more than you had expected him to be capable of, honestly. Eyes flicking down to his swollen cock, you think that perhaps you don’t have enough time to draw things out the way you’d like.
You slide off the bed and roll your pants down your legs, noticing from the corners of your eyes that Michael’s gaze is following your movements. They linger on the wet slick clinging to the inside of your thighs, but only for a moment, before his angry glare is back on your face. You don’t think for a moment that Michael isn’t enjoying this, despite his frustration - the pink cock leaking clear precum over his abdomen is enough proof that he likes it.
He’s putting up the appearance of a fight, struggling and biting, but he goes still when you straddle his hips, letting you trap his cock between your cunt and his stomach. He doesn’t make a move to unseat you even though he easily could, only staring you down with a predatory look that promised revenge. You smile back at him, knowing that he could fuss all he wanted, but there was no denying that he was not only submitting to you, but enjoying it.
You keep the smile on your face as you lift your hips, letting the head of his cock slide between your folds. You move him into place quickly with one hand, angling yourself so that your slow decent wedges the blunt head into your cunt.
With a shaky gasp you finally have him as deep as you can go, sitting firmly inside you. Michael yanks at the ties again, pulling so hard that you can see his hands going dark red, but the arch of his hips as he pulls only brings him closer to you. You’re not sure if he’s fighting to get free, or to fuck you.
His face is red, from anger and arousal, a dark blush that bleeds down to his neck and chest. You rake blunt nails over his skin, digging them in before resting your palm over his throat, feeling the muscles of his neck tense under your palm as he swallows. It’s a powerful feeling, having him exposed under your hands and unable to stop you from doing anything you please, and that’s what you think of when you start rolling your hips over his.
Nails dig in further, leaving little red crescents on his throat as you squeeze, and he pants harder. He still looks furious, but he bucks upwards in an uneven, sporadic pattern, almost as though he is trying to fight the instincts that tell him to force his cock into you from below. Each hard thrust from him surprises you, catching you off guard with a sharp jolt that goes straight up your spine, interrupting your own rhythm.
You’re already on the edge, gripping Michael’s throat as hard as you can and watching his face go red, teeth gritted as he snarls up at you in defiance. The first spasms of your orgasm are already building in your abdomen when he juts up into you with a harsh snap of his hips, a twinge of pain washed away by the flood of pleasure. You whimper, going still on top of him while he writhes underneath you, hissing as your cunt tightens around him. He looks furious, rutting up into you with all his strength, sucking in heavy breaths in hisses. You groan, feeling your own insides gripping him tighter.
Grinning down at his expression, you slide down onto your elbows and lay over his chest, exhausted. Michael lets out a huff, but he keeps fucking into you, forcing himself into the swollen muscles between your legs.
“Oh, no,” you pant, lifting yourself up at the hips until his cock slides free. “It’s not your turn yet.”
Michael growls, hips snapping up uselessly under you. You glance up, seeing the ties dug harshly into the skin of his wrists. The plastic ties are still holding tight, despite his pulling and tugging, and you’re pleased to see how well they’ve kept him under control.
When you sit on his cock again you smile at the sound he lets out - a soft, rumbling noise deep in his chest that sounds more desperate than angry now. You rock slowly, a gentle pace compared to his harsh thrusts, but you notice his eyelids flutter, throat bobbing as he swallows another moan.
You let your weight rest on his hips, pressing his body against the bed and nestling his cock as deep as it will go inside you. Michael thrashes under you, but even his frantic movements can’t press himself any deeper. His eyes are wrathful and pricked with tears of anger and resentment, but his gaze is unfocused still, directed somewhere close to your face but not focused on it.
You look at him, eyes fluttering and sweat running down his face, sticking the tangled mess of hair to his skin. You want to soothe him, to run a gentle hand through his hair and press kisses to his cheeks, but that’s nearly as dangerous a thought as the one that led you here in the first place.
Michael grunts beneath you, teeth gritted so hard that you can see his jaw twitching. Sweat is dappled across his neck and chest, a look of concentration on his face. You roll against him as hard as you can, ignoring the burn in your thighs that spreads up your legs. With rough breaths that come out in pants, you clench your legs at his sides and rock your hips, digging your nails into the flesh of his abdomen until he shudders.
You almost didn’t expect it to happen, but the first whine that Michael lets out jolts you. It’s high pitched and desperate, drawing your attention to his face where tears of frustration gather in his eyes despite his furious attempts to blink them away. He must know that you’re looking, because he twists his head to the side, trying to get away from your stare. You catch his chin with your hand, wrenching his face back towards you until all he can do is stare hatefully back up at you.
You’re almost afraid of that look, lips pulled back to bare his teeth and eyes shiny with tears and rage. It’s beautiful, tousled hair stuck to slick, sweaty skin and an expression of such rage burning in his eyes that you doubt this act will be forgiven easily. It’s worth it, though, to see the predator under you driven to an unnatural submission, forced to comply for the first time.
Michael sighs, the slightest twitch of a smile coming to his face, the barest hint of an upward tilt to his mouth, but it catches your attention. You pause, gasping for breath as you meet his eyes, unnerved by the sudden change -
snap
Your eyes go wide at the sound, a trembling starting in your limbs, but you don’t dare to take your eyes from his.
Michael is free.
#Slashers#Michael Myers#Slasher x Reader#Female Reader#mmmmmmm this is barely edited pls dont expect much lol#i just want this bastard boy to get put in his place for once#this is the only prompt for february i have planned btw#i just saw it and i went#hey lets annoy mikey#he likes it but he has a ReputationTM
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don’t fucking interact if you ship t/cest and minor/adult ships
more shitty phone photos of sketchbook sketches for my tmnt fan incarnation/tmnt 2012 rewrite bc i have no shame and i’m having fun with it! pictures should have captions since i spent time writing them out, but tumblr might mess it up, so in case captions doesn’t work:
1. left to right: leo, donatello up, raphael down, michelangelo
2. Casey Jones up top, April O’Neil to the right, donatello in the middle and karai at the bottom
3. casey and don again, raphael to the left, mikey at the bottom just bc i liked how their their expressions turned out and didn’t want a bunch of negative space so don and case appear again
4. size chart featuring turtles. left to right: leo, don, mikey, raph
5. sketchy Slash design. big boy.
general thoughts character stuff below the Keep Reading. A Lot of rambling below so beware!!
April: 15 years old, trans and bi. local fifteen year old telepath finds out that not everyone is able to feel what other people are feeling, something she’s been able to do since she was six after she played in that one weirdly glowy puddle (early Kraang mutagen attempt that only managed to mutate April in the sense that it gave her telepathy, was originally intended to make humans become part of the Kraang hivemind). she’s largely unfazed by the existence of mutants and aliens, taking it in stride, and finds out about the Kraang - and meets the turtles - while snooping around TCRI business (aspiring journalist that she is) and accidentally witnessing the mutation of Snakeweed. her telepathy, which later as she grows in power alongside the turtles extends to telekinesis and basically possession, is very useful whenever she gets into a scrap since she can predict what moves her opponent will make, thus letting her dodge their blows effectively.
personality wise she is a very determined and driven young girl, incredibly curious (and cannot mind her own business, she wants to know all the drama while not having to be part of it... which makes her very fortunate to be a telepath. listen she’s 15 she’s allowed to misuse her powers a little bit. as a treat.), playful, and cheerful, and she’s an extroverted autistic. in her spare time between her studies, she likes to play bass, sing, read, and write. that, and investigating whatever shady business is going on in town, and she makes it very clear to the turtles that even if they weren’t going to deal with the Kraang, she’d continue to try to stop them herself. she would like to not live under the threat of her or her loved ones getting mutated, thank you very much! and, you know, it’s kind of exciting. kind of.
i know it’s bc i have brain issues when it comes to parent figures but i am very much leaning towards Splinter not being... a good dad. i don’t think 2012 Splinter is a good dad anyways but i’d probably amp it up, make him a mix of 2012 and idw probably. i’m still mulling it over but like, remember in the season 1 finale when leo is watching his show and thinks the captain guy making a totally unnecessary sacrifice is a heroic move, and then Splinter tells leo (his fifteen year old child) that leo should know what or who to sacrifice, more or less telling him to sacrifice his brothers’ lives, potentially?? i know there was a lot at stake but hello??? i remember watching it and being like
me: ah i see, this is showing that splinter is wrong and there is no need for any sacrifices as seen in the show when the captain Goes Down With His Ship for no reason other than just sacrificing himself, and leo will see that-
leo: *tries to sacrifice himself twice in the finale, both times being kind of unnecessary/seemed like if he had just hurried or done something slightly different there would be no need to stay behind, and he gets out fine with no consequences, seemingly no injuries, and does Not learn anything, his brothers don’t even get sad when they think he died or get mad at him for pulling such a dumb move)
me: surprised_pikachu.jpeg
like that moment haunts me. has any other splinter told their sons to sacrifice himself or his brothers? has any other splinter put that on them??? idw doesn’t count if he has bc he’s more explicitly supposed to be bad so???
sometimes writers think they’ve made an uncle iroh but they really, really, really haven’t. also his backstory is the same as in the show
anyways. Donatello: 15 years old, bog turtle, nonbinary (he/they, doesn’t mind being called brother but doesn’t like to be called “boy” or “girl” or whatever), bi. he isn’t in love with April. no creepy incel shit here. donnie is instead more like a mix between his Rise and 2003 self. he has trouble expressing himself and is pretty introverted, but he is very altruistic, kind, and compassionate. a lot of his inventions are made to help people and he was driven to learn about science and engineering because he wants to find a way to reverse splinter’s mutation, to give splinter his life and humanity back. he feels like he needs to know if splinter would just abandon them if he wasn’t a huge rat man, needs to know if there’s any part of splinter that blames them for being constant reminders of his mutation. other than that, he also likes to make inventions because he’s a dreamer and wants to experiment to see how much of the unknown he can push beyond. also, the best liar out of the turtles. also fairly good at compromising and prefers to solve conflicts without violence
he can get a little... “obnoxious 15 year old genius” at times. even when he’s helpful it can come off as a bit “poor dear isn’t as smart as me”, and while he usually gets along well with Raph, he doesn’t handle Raph’s temper well at all (calls him “Wrathael/Wrath” and thinks he’s being super clever) and gets really dismissive of Raph’s “outbursts”.
Michelangelo: 13 years old, diamondback terrapin, unsure about the gender and sexuality thing but he doesn’t think he’s exactly cis and definitely not straight. a bouncy ball of sunshine and surprising emotional maturity and emotional intelligence! more so than his emotionally constipated brothers, at least. it’s on his thirteenth birthday (it was leo’s idea for them to pick dates that would let them have their own birthdays instead of sharing the “Mutation Day”, Mutation Day being another special “holiday”) that the Plot would be set in motion, as he’s finally allowed to go to the surface same as his brothers, and on this first night out they meet April and the Kraang and other mutants. he is a goof still, but he’s capable in his own right and gets frustrated when people treat him like a baby or an idiot because he’s not. he doesn’t always treat everything with the seriousness it should but like. he’s thirteen, he’s having fun. even so, he’s very insistent of taking responsibility whenever he does do something wrong and gets mad if someone tries to take the blame for something he’s done. definitely the most compassionate and empathetic out of the turtles, he’s quick to make friends and is very persuasive due to his earnest nature and good heart. much like donnie, he prefers to solve conflict without violence but does enjoy knocking skulls a lot more than donnie.
unlike donnie, though, he is almost overly forgiving and not petty at all. he’s well aware that his kindness and forgiveness may be taken advantage of, but he still likes to approach people with an open hand, even if he knows that it may end up getting bitten. oh, and his hobbies include drawing, cooking, singing, and dancing. he likes to express himself!
Raphael: 14 years old, mississippi map turtle, trans, bi. all his fury is compressed within his tiny body, that’s why he’s so angry all the time! no, he’s not angry all the time, but he does have a short fuse. he absolutely hates his anger issues which leads to a lot of self-loathing, and a lot of frustration as his family members either don’t take his anger seriously or don’t have the tools to help him with it. he’s the physically strongest out of the bunch and the least agile. he loves animals and plants a lot and keeps a lot of flowers in his room, hoping that he can one day become a gardener. as his idw self, he wants to watch things grow, but no matter what he does he seems to be best at destroying things. he’s also the one most self-conscious about how the human world perceives them, as he greatly fears rejection, and is the first one to see something positive with people getting mutated - namely, that maybe this way mutants will be more well known and finally accepted by society, so he’ll no longer be trapped in the sewer until the end of his days. so yeah, he’s a huge optimist, in truth.
also he’s great at knitting - great at creating and taking care of things in general - and there’s no leo and raph rivalry this time around. he can get mad at leo but not really more than he gets with his other brothers.
Casey: 15 years old, nonbinary (they/them), bi. teen vigilante who gets inspired to fight mutants and the big time criminals (no beating up pickpockets or shoplifters or whatever, just the ones that are really hurting people) and gets roped into the turtle fam after meeting raph and becoming unexpected friends (everyone was expecting it, once Casey realized that mutants are people and not weird monsters. well, not all the time, anyways). they struggle a bit in school not because of a lack of trying but a lack of time, as their parents work full time jobs and someone has to take care of casey’s little sister. their parents are very loving, but they only have so much time, so casey takes it upon themselves to take care of their little sister when their parents are busy and/or burned out from work. that, and they run into the classic dilemma of vigilante work clashing with school work. as always, they have a short fuse, they’re pretty cocky, they like beating ass, and they like hockey a whole lot. hockey, vigilante work, school, and taking care of their little sister... yeah, they have a lot on their plate. oh, and making their little inventions like the taser glove and their puck bombs, something that they bond with donnie over.
Leonardo: 17 years old, Central American wood turtle, trans, gay. he doesn’t fall in love with his sister oh my god. ahem. so, leo is raised from the start to be a Leader and has to mature very quickly, learning to be an adult way earlier than he should’ve, and as such he is very stoic and quiet, and doesn’t seem to have any hobbies, instead just doing chores and training almost constantly, and when he’s not doing that he’s reading or sleeping in his free time. he’s incredibly protective of his younger brothers and his other allies/friends, even if he acts distant and detached most of the time, and removes himself from situations where they’re having fun to not be the stick in the mud. he loves his brothers and admires them greatly, believing they could be So Much if the surface world would just accept them, and as a result he tries to be The Soldier so his brothers won’t have to. alas, they still get caught up in the Kraang and Shredder business, which frustrates him internally.
he is the best fighter out of the turtles on account of having more years to train (and convincing Splinter to wait a few more years before they got Real training bc Come On Dude They’re Kids) but it’s the Only thing he’s good at, along with stealth and his sharp eyes. he absolutely sucks at talking when it isn’t about a mission or something he can script easily in his head. in his mind, he’s supposed to be more of a weapon than a person, an idea that isn’t exactly encouraged by Splinter... but not exactly discouraged either. his arc would be very paralleled with Karai’s, as they would both learn to hate their dads...
also, absolutely down for murder, and a lawful neutral at best, putting his family and friends’ safety above all other things and following a strict personal code. doesn’t care too much for society’s laws, though.
Karai: 16 years old, demigirl, lesbian. same backstory as in the show, she’s born as Miwa but gets taken by Oroku Saki and raised as his daughter. however, she doesn’t exactly want revenge against Hamato Yoshi because she believes that he killed her mother. she never knew her mother, so it’s much more difficult to hate someone for taking her mother away, even if it does mean that she never got to know her mother. especially since her father rarely spoke of what her mother was like, and much more about how much he hates Yoshi. instead, her need for revenge is more for the possibly idyllic life she was robbed of, since she believes that maybe, just maybe, her father Saki would’ve been a kind father that would’ve let her have a normal childhood and not be molded into a warrior from the start if her mother still lived. and hey, maybe Tang Shen would be a nice mom too.
being trained in the art of deception, Karai has a tendency to talk a lot and say very little, or at least very little that is true. she is rarely ever sincere and acts as if she’s taking nothing seriously, which is part of her defense mechanism to never let anyone close or see her true self. she mocks pretty much everyone, ally and enemy alike, but especially likes to make fun of her father’s henchmen and is always the first to point out their failures. while she does value honor to some extent, she is a bit “flimsy” when it comes to loyalty, especially after the truth about her father is revealed. when that is revealed, she at first just feels very numb, learning that not only has she been nothing but a tool and a weapon for the Shredder from the very start, but also that the idyllic fantasy where her mother still lived, perhaps her life wouldn’t be so different after all. she looks at leonardo and sees a reflection of herself, that her “real” father chose to train his sons the same way the Shredder trained her. she feels stupid for feeling like she’s been robbed of even a fantasy, but it still enrages her. of course, this also inspires her to stay with the Foot Clan... just to get the kill on Shredder.
... yeah. that got long. ahem. i’m very passionate about this unfortunately!! anyways i might draw/write more for it because no one can stop me and i’m having fun
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Keep it to Yourself - Frank Iero x Reader
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Summary: The last shows of warped tour are coming closer, and the band tries to convince Frank to act on his feelings for the reader
Warnings: insecurities, angst, fluff
Word count: 3 307
A/N: This was originally “just” a request, but I want to dedicate this to @mariawritesfanfic because it’s her birthday today! Everyone go over to her blog, check out her wonderful stories (she does Christmas/Winter themed stories for every day until Christmas!) and wish her a happy birthday!
“Oh man, I think I’m dying of thirst,” you mumbled, while you wiped your forehead with the back of your hand.
The sun burnt down mercilessly on you and the other few people who were working at the merchandise stand at Warped Tour. You lifted another box with MCR shirts on the table, and started piling the clothes out of the box, sorting the different shirt motives according to their sizes.
“Water?”
You turned around in surprise at the, by now, fairly familiar voice of a certain guitarist. Frank smiled at you as he held out a bottle of water.
“You are my savior,” you grinned, and took the bottle from the young man, who watched you contently as you satisfied your thirst with the icy cold beverage he had fetched you.
“Don’t you guys have any shade back here,” he wondered, furrowing his brows.
“Shade, good joke,” you laughed unamused, and handed him back the now half-empty bottle.
“Keep it,” he mumbled under his breath, and placed it on the table, making you smile.
“And to answer your question, no we don’t have any shade.”
“But you had some last week, didn’t you,” Frank asked confused, and hopped to sit on the table next to the box, which you continued pulling shirts out from.
“They said they lost the parasol,” Grace, your colleague and friend, explained over her shoulder.
“And they didn’t bother organizing a new one?”
Frank sounded disbelieving, a gesture that in itself already made you feel better.
“Apparently not, maybe we should be a tad bit more insistent on that point,” you shrugged.
“Do you want me to get you some sunscreen?”
You looked over at Frank who was still sitting on the table, watching you work.
“Nah, it’s fine,” you denied with a smile.
“In fifty years, when you got skin cancer, you’ll think differently about it,” Frank told you seriously, and got off the table, “I’m gonna get you some!”
“Don’t you have to go on in like… ten minutes,” you shouted after the guitarist, who had already started jogging away, but either he did not hear you, or he did not want to hear you.
Frank’s band mates in the meantime had watched the interaction between the two of you from the shadow of a tent that sold cold beverages. The area was not yet opened to the public, allowing them a few last quiet moments before the show.
“These fools,” Mikey shook his head, “they still don’t get their feelings aren’t one sided?”
Ray shook his head.
“I don’t think they even got to the point of understanding that they are in love,” he mumbled, taking a sip from his coke.
“We only got a couple of shows left,” Gerard reminded them, “do you think they’ll finally get together until then?”
“No.”
The answer came both from Ray and Mikey at the same time.
“So… do you guys think we should help them?”
Ray turned to look at Gerard.
“You mean we should set them up?”
“Let’s be honest here for a moment. Frank will only be sulking around for the next three years if he doesn’t get together with (y/n), and we’ll be the ones who’ll have to suffer. In our own interest we should do them the favour,” Gerard argued.
“You have a weird way of reasoning,” Mikey shook his head, “but I’m afraid you’re right.”
They grew quiet as Frank jogged past them again, this time with a tube of sunscreen in his hand. When you saw him you threw your hands in the air, and rolled your eyes at him, but laughed.
“Yep, we need to set them up,” even Ray eventually agreed, “They’ll never get this done on their own.”
“Fools.”
~*~
The following days were hectic and loud, and you hardly found time to calm down for a moment. There were only a handful of shows left. While you loved working for My Chemical Romance, and going on Warped Tour with them, you started feeling worn out. The long days under the burning sun were exhausting, and there was always someone who had instructions for you or wanted you to do something more than was your job. You helped where you could, since you liked the job, but you also really started looking forward to the moment you could sit down in peace.
The exhaustion which the physical work was causing you was undeniable, but at the same time your heart and mind were also tense.
Of course you had noticed pretty early into the tour that you liked Frank. He was pleasant to be around, he always looked out for you, was chaotic and sweet at the same time, and overall just exactly the kind of person you liked. Trying not to get yourself into any trouble, you had told yourself it was not anything important, and so you had ignored the way your heart started hammering in your chest, and the way you got all shaky every time he walked up to you. It felt like an invisible string was connecting the two of you, pulling you closer towards him, but then again he was a very attractive man, probably everyone who was into men felt that way about Frank.
If it had only stayed at that, everything would have been fine, but when there were only seven days of tour left, Gerard, Mikey and Ray started behaving weirdly. They always made jokes about how great of a boyfriend Frank would be, about how caring and sweet he was, about how the two of you would be such a cute couple.
These words confused you more than anything. Of course you knew they meant nothing; that the three men were just teasing Frank and you, but for the first time, you allowed yourself to imagine what being with Frank would be like.
And your stupid heart took that as the signal to break silently every time you merely thought about him. He was a rock star, thousands and thousands of people looked up to him, and felt the same tight feeling in their chest when they thought about him, and you were just one of them. You were not any different from them.
Had you told this to Frank, he would immediately have listed a thousand things he loved about you. The way you smiled so sweetly when he did something stupid, the way you rolled your eyes at him when he was being silly, how you ran your fingers through your hair when you were thinking… He adored the way you looked, your character, your smile, your jokes, and when you pretended to be mad with him. Everything about you was perfect to him, but he did not get aware of it until the second last show.
It was late already; the show MCR should play was the last one of the evening.
Backstage the four band members were joking around. Ray and Gerard were doing their vocal warm ups, and Frank had just finished fiddling around with his guitar, when he suddenly heard Mikey mention your name. Obviously Frank immediately listened up, trying to overhear his friends, but at the same time unable to fight the jealousy in his chest when he heard his band mates talk about how pretty and clever and sweet you were.
Had he really thought you were only sweet to him? Had he thought you would ever pay special attention to him with the other three around? It was well know he was the short, chaos-causing one. Why should you like him if there was someone around like Gee, with his pretty face and all his drawing skills, or Mikey, who was super funny once he warmed up to someone, or Ray who was so incredibly talented and skilled in everything he did? The answer was obviously that you would not like him, and that idea alone brought angry tears to his eyes.
It was Gerard who noticed the pained expression on the guitarist’s face first.
“Guys, shut up,” he warned, and nodded to their friend.
“Oh shit,” Ray swore and shook his head, quickly walking over to Frank, who was still too occupied with his own thoughts to notice that the conversation had been interrupted.
“We fucked up,” Mikey realised, and together with his brother he followed Ray.
“If you’re so much into them, then why don’t you fucking tell ‘em,” Frank was about to argue, making the others shake their heads. “they deserve to be happy, but instead you just make fun of them!”
“It’s not us who’s into them,” Ray tried to explain.
“We’re not making fun of them,” Mikey defended at the same time.
“We- listen Frankie, we just thought that with a bit of teasing, you would finally get your ass over to them and tell ‘em how you feel,” Gerard clarified.
“How I feel,” echoed Frank hollowly.
“Come on dude, you’ve been in love with them since the beginning of tour,” Ray reminded him, “don’t think we didn’t notice.”
“I’m not-“
“And I hate to say this, but time’s running out, man,” Gerard added, “There are two shows left, and then god knows when you get to see ‘em again. You really should pull your shit together, and talk to them.”
Mikey and Ray nodded approvingly.
“I’m not in love with (y/n),” Frank defended, and at the beginning of the sentence he was still convinced of his words, but by the end he already started doubting them.
“Yeah, yeah, great, keep telling yourself that,” Mikey shrugged unimpressed, “But the truth is that they definitely caught your interest, you caught theirs, and you should at least try to ask them out or something.”
“Because if you don’t, you’ll be in a mood for years, and only write songs about broken-heartedness or something, and we’re the ones who’ll have to deal with this, so do us the favour.”
Frank was about to disagree with Gerard, but then he remembered his notebook, which currently had started filling with half-finished love songs, both happy and sad.
Sighing in defeat Frank hung his head. He knew the others were right, and it was terribly annoying having to admit it, but he was no coward, at least not when it came to his friends.
“So what do you suggest I do,” he gave in, pleadingly looking into his band mates’ faces.
“Okay, so listen here-”
~*~
You already felt a bit nostalgic, and it was only the second last show, as you walked up to the side of the stage, spying out from behind one of the light consoles.
Since the show was so late in the evening, and you had worked all day, someone else had taken over the merch, giving you the freedom to do whatever you wanted. And in all the time you had only seen two complete shows, so that was what you decided to treat yourself with. Sitting down on the floor, making sure not to be in anybody’s way, you looked out over the stage.
Ray was head banging to the beat, Mikey stood close to the centre, bopping his head to the music as well. Gerard was skipping over the stage, using the instrumental bridge to run over to Ray, who grinned at him.
And then there was Frank. He was going crazy as always, lying on his back, playing his guitar flawlessly. A second later he jumped up and onto one of the monitors, his sweaty hair falling into his forehead, while he tried to see past the blinding lights into the audience.
When he turned around to jump off the speaker again, he saw you sitting on the floor at the side of the stage, stopping when his eyes met yours. He seemed to stand frozen for a second, before he shot you a grin, which almost seemed shy, considering how bolt he usually was, and then continued the show.
From that moment on, you were unable to tear your eyes away from him. Ignoring the stinging pain in your chest, you watched him jump around, and laugh, and roll over the stage, almost head-butting Ray at one point, and chasing Mikey, who always made sure to keep a safe distance to the personification of havoc.
Sometimes Frank looked over to you, every time smiling brighter than the lights that were illuminating the stage, but when the last song for the night kicked off, his smiles started to lose their power, and instead the glances he shot you were tainted with concern and worry. By the time the audience broke into applause after the song, his face was full of what almost looked like fear, making you worry about what was on his mind.
The band was waving and walking off, away from you, going off stage at the opposite side from where you were getting up from the floor, shooting one of the techies a smile. Gerard noticed that Frank was following them, but stopped him.
“Go over and talk to them,” the singer encouraged, “Now’s your moment!”
Frank hesitated, but when Gerard gently shoved him into your direction, he obeyed, and jogged over to you.
“Are you alright?”
Concerned you took a few steps towards Frank, who you had noticed walking over to you. He was sweaty, his hair and his shirt sticking to his skin, a frown on his face, and the guitar swung to his back.
Without answering, he grabbed your wrist, and dragged you further away from the edge of the stage, into a little corner where nobody could see you.
“Frank, hey,” by now you were really worried about him. He looked pale and nervous, a state you had never seen the cheerful man in. “What’s going on?”
The corner Frank had dragged you in was so tiny that your back was already bumping into one of the big boxes in which usually the speakers were transported. When he took a step closer to you, you had nowhere to go. Not that you really wanted to, but he was behaving weirdly, and as close as you were standing now, you could feel the heat radiating off his body.
His eyes were fixed on the floor, darting around nervously.
Gently you reached your hand to his chin, and lifted his head so he was looking at you. His hazel eyes were pleadingly staring into yours, as if he was asking you to understand something he did not want to phrase. And before you even knew what happened, he had closed the short distance between your faces and kissed you passionately, desperately even, pushing you back so you were pinned against the box. Surprised and confused you returned the kiss, your body reacting before your mind had even started to comprehend what was going on. While your thoughts still tried to scramble to their feet, your heart was beating in your throat, and you wrapped your arms around Frank’s neck, pulling him closer to you, leaning into his touch as he placed his hands at your waist to pull you against him, but making sure your back was still pressing against the obstacle behind you, keeping you in place.
In the end you had no way of telling for how long Frank and you had been kissing, hidden away from prying eyes. You just knew that when you broke the kiss eventually, you were terribly out of breath, and your cheeks were burning hot red. Frank’s face was as flushed as yours, and it was not due to a lack of sunscreen during the day, and his sweaty shirt had started to dry.
You swallowed hard, your arms still wrapped around his neck, and your forehead pressed against his. In irregular patterns his breath fanned over your cheek, making you want to kiss him all over again, but you were too out of breath, and your muscles seemed to have gone into stand-by-mode from all the slight shivers and the excitement Frank had caused you.
“What was that,” you asked, still out of breath, your eyes closed. Your voice was shaky and higher than usual, but you did not find it in you to care about such details right now.
“Want me to repeat it,” Frank asked, and you could hear the smirk on his lips.
“Give me a moment,” you laughed, pulling away slightly and immediately leaning your forehead against Frank’s shoulder, the rigid leather strap of his guitar pressing against your skin.
Frank chuckled, a sound you would never get enough of, and slowly let go of your waist before wrapping his arms around your back. Indeed there seemed to have passed some time since his shirt was cool and almost dry now.
“So… basically I have fallen in love with you, and the guys said I should act on it, so we don’t have to publish an album filled with all the songs I wrote about you,” Frank whispered against your ear, making you giggle.
Lifting your head back up, you took a good look at his face. There were still a couple of strands of his black hair sticking to his forehead, his pupils were blown wide, leaving only a small rim of the hazel colour to see. A pink blush was dusted over his cheeks, and some very faint freckles spread over his nose. A soft smile was playing around his lips, and slowly he lifted a hand to your face, brushing a strand of your own hair out of your vision.
Quickly you leant in again, his words still echoing in your mind, and pressed your lips against his once more, shorter, sweeter this time, until Frank was full on grinning.
“Frank?” The voice of one of the techies eventually drew you back into reality. “Frank! Where are you! There is a press team who want to do a quick interview with the band!”
Frank’s groaning was less a sound than a deep vibration against your body, and exhausted he dropped his head against your shoulder, making you giggle.
“Do they really need me,” he mumbled, and you were sure he was rolling his eyes.
“Frank! I know you’re back here! We’ve searched everywhere else already!”
“Apparently they do,” you smiled, and ran one of your hands through his hair. “Take it as a compliment.”
Frank groaned again, and untangled himself from you, but making sure to run his fingers down your arm, and intertwine them with yours.
“Fine,” he shouted, still looking at you, “I’m here! I give up!”
Holding your hand, he stepped out of the corner that had hidden you so perfectly.
“Hell yeah, each one of the guys owes me five bucks,” the techie laughed, already turning his back to Frank and you, leading the way.
“For what,” Frank asked curious.
“They said you wouldn’t have the guts to confront (y/n),” techie explained, a shit eating grin on his face.
Frank turned to you.
“They bid on us,” he deadpanned, making you giggle.
“Actually I’m not surprised; they did make an effort these past days to point out how much of a catch you’d be.”
“I hate them.”
“Tell that to the press, that sure would make for some headlines,” you laughed, causing Frank to giggle too.
“Guess so!”
When you reached the trailer in which the rest of the band and a camera team was waiting, even at this late hour, Frank quickly leant down to kiss your hair, before the techie threw open the door.
“Oh fucking finally,” Ray cheered, when he saw you and Frank standing outside.
“Was about time,” Gerard laughed, and Mikey nodded along, grinning brightly.
“Yeah, yeah, keep it to yourself,” Frank muttered, but was unable to hide his smile, as he pulled you into the bus with him, your fingers still entangled with his.
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