#mikey should be a force to be feared sometimes

[hellishgayliath]

When it comes to cooking I want Raph to be that guy who's afraid of the hot oil popping everywhere and literally shielding himself from getting hit with it and Mikey to be the one who just straight up sticks his hands in a hot pot of boiling water or w/e, just completely unfazed and unbothered like he's a seasoned vet of the kitchen who has looked into the devils face himself

#rottmnt #the cryptid talks #i say raph cuz im literally speaking from experience xD #i be covering my arms up just when im cooking spam man #mikey should be a force to be feared sometimes #january is silly idea month for meeee #draw idea #i should go to sleep

[izanazqueen]

bonten manjiro x fem reader

warnings: smut. cursing. physical stuff. finishing inside. fluff. angst. timeskip - bonten mikey.

an: after finally forever i am finished w the bonten mikey fic that was request from way back and now it is here in existence - hope you enjoy / are pleased with it love! 💙

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bonten mikey never took it easy on your body. especially after not seeing you. tonight was possibly the worst of all. after accidentally and absent-minded you forgot to turn on your ringtone when he tried calling you suddenly after one of his bonten discussions to check in on you. bad mistake. he had busted through your front entrance with beyond intense rage when you flew out the shower -quickly covering yourself with a white linen fast when you darted through the door to see him standing in front of you in what almost resembled madman. ' manjiro- w ..wha - ' he cut you off instantly with his sweaty rough palm against your trembling face in fear unknowing of what would happen. 'what.. the fck !.. - is wrong with you?! ' he screamed as he slammed his free hand balled furiously against the wall adjacent to your body making you boil in panic. 'manjiro. please. calm down, it is ok .. - ' speaking quitely to him you tried to attempt to cradle his shaking cheeks in your hands. you knew what this was. he was scared. manjiro acted usually so calm and composed but there were few moments when you witnessed his complete and total breakdowns - his times where he just let out everything and let the anxiety win strongly against his full will. you knew damn well he was in a panic over you and couldn't be angry for his actions in that moment even if would mean having to plaster the wall the next morning. 'babe- its alright. i'm here.. i did not mean - to not to answer your calls ..i just was in the shower- nn ! -' before you knew it he was kissing your lips with love filled hypnotic passion. you were here. nothing could go wrong - not with him around. he hated leaving you sometimes even for multiple days on end when he'd have to leave the country for bonten work and other such things and the thought alone sickened his stomach. sure - he always had sanzu always posted outside your apt whenever he was out if town, much to his pink haired partners dismay- there was never a moment that he wasn't thinking about what could be going wrong whenever he stepped foot away from your presence and -at least in this moment .. right now there was not a damn thing that could take him away - from being with you -

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manjiro fucking your body like like he's possessed. i mean - he is insane. he forced your hands back pinning them above your head obviously avoiding your whines and whimpers for him and pushing himself in your wet cunt before any words could form in your mind he went feral when heard you moaning from him ' unh .. babee-! 'making his way much further inside you than he should be doing making you cry out his name loudly. ' fck- me manjiro - ah! .' nothing would hold this man from bringing the devil out when he was forcing his cock over and over again until the warmth of that place he needed took over and stole him from reality. it was an abyss one you only could deliver him into - manjiro wanted it all. making you only his was the best decision he could have had ever made in his life. grabbing onto your waist he placed his mouth over your neck biting down almost as if he was in need of your sweet nectare pushing himself further into his abyss making you cum so dmn fast you swore it was the first time. ' - babe! - ah ! ' swelling around him your vagina drenched his belly and was dripping all down your own legs from whatever magic he was working your pussy into and you pleaded with him so hard not to stop - 'babyy ..! ah! .. manjiro! - ' mikey cut you off with his tender lips in a sharp embrace to your moaning mouth. 'nnngh .. unh-nghh ..' you heard him groan wildly as he began fucking you harder and harder sighing into you with his sexy voice - all the way pressed in your hair from how close he was about to orgasm and the motions rocking the bed of how he was pleasuring himself with you with such force and strength from his biceps and toned build so chaoticly when you felt yourself starting to cum all over again before the feeling of the wood snapping beneath you giving out completely with the mattress folded in half against the floor as he went on relentlessly aggressively pounding his hard cock in you in a murderous fixation, thrashing your throbbing cumming core with such fine work you did not give no cares .. at all. 'manjiro- .. ah!- fck .. yess! - ' your voice sounded so beautiful and pleasing to him and he could not stand to pull himself out when in some dream like state he gave out to your serene voice against him like a melody to his body. the sweat from your panting chest against his skin mixing into his felt like a drug and he grabbed your chin into a hungry lip lock- manjiro needed you. every last part of you. your body. your lips. your voice. your smile. your comfort. your embrace. you were his life - the perfect person for him that he could have imagined in a partner and to his surpise you offered it happily he had thought to a piece of shit like him - without question. he had to do better for you. for your future. and maybe even his own.

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[yandere-loveer]

✧ Yandere Mikey / Miguel Angel (The last Ronin) Concept ˚ ♡

English is not my first language, not at all. But I will make the effort. I will start accepting all kinds of requests, but obviously everything has limits.

TW : Obsession, murders, mention of kidnapping, forced relationship, sensitive topics.

Oh honey. Don't even think he's going to be a fairy tale next to this mutant.

He is so tired and depressed from losing his loved ones, then being disturbed in his little conscience.

He still sees his brothers, talking to them and bothering him even for the slightest mistake or situation he has to act on. He didn't even feel like he was living in this miserable life for him.

I imagine you know him from before it was like this and he will pass the death of his family through the foot clan while now with April and Casey in hiding.

He is no longer the same teenager who was funny and optimistic, who loved pizza and his family while going out to fight crime with his brothers on the streets of New York.

Because of the loss and loneliness that he had to go through, he had to make it that way. Even when she saw you, she was speechless and began to make a face of deep sadness, relief to see that you and April were actually still alive.

This Mikey is a true yandere when he has all these traumas, he is overprotective and paranoid but unfortunately his brothers in his mind are not much help.

He had fallen in love with you when he was still a teenager but never had a chance to tell you. This time he is determined not to let you go again and to be able to express what he feels for you.

He always wants you to be with trusted people like April and Casey (only a little) but she prefers you to be by her side so she can keep her eyes on you and see that you are protected.

When you're not watching what's going on and you want to go alone somewhere in this prison called "New York" don't be surprised if you feel watched by someone the whole time you're out. Mikey will receive you when you just arrive at the entrance of where April and her daughter live.

Sometimes he usually has nightmares about his past and the fear he feels when imagining that you end up with the same fate as his brothers and his father. So when he wakes up a little nervous, he always goes to see if you are with him by his side.

If someone hurts you too much in the war you are all in, be prepared for Mikey to become more violent than before. He kill and without leaving a single evidence of the existence of who hurt you.

He feels that you are the only thing that motivates him to continue living and put aside his suicidal thoughts apart from feeling that destiny is incomplete. He teaches you and expresses if you have more confidence in him what happened when he was in the mountains after learning that Donnie and his father were dead but with honor.

He focuses on completing the mission to avenge his beloved family but he still can't help but notice you and give you his time. Then he will think that they should be together otherwise it would be too late like when he almost lost you as a teenager. So you're his official girlfriend without you realizing it.

If they weren't in the same place with other girls, he would have kidnapped you as a last resort if he sees that it's too dangerous and your life is at risk.

Don't be surprised if when you see him he's fighting or just talking to nothing, it's just his dear brothers talking about his crush or what he has to do now. Which makes Mikey very angry that they tell him what to do all the time.

You're not going to leave this poor mutant turtle who still can't forget everything he lost. Or Yes?

" I'm not going to let the bastard that is Oroku Hiroto or anyone else do anything to you, did you hear me? "

#tmnt #tmnt idw #idw comics #yandere #yandere mikey #obsession #headcanon #yandere mikey x reader #the last ronin #yandere tmnt

[tmntxthings]

You never ceases to surprise me, that yandere Raph was a BLAST to read, speaking of yanderes, out of the four brothers who would be least to most likely kidnap the reader, or like who would do it the fastest depending on the situations. Like you mentioned in the yandere Raph oneshot he only intervened when he saw that the reader was hurt. Who knows how long he could have kept up with just watching them from afar, he would be bound to break eventually. But now's the question, how would Leo and Mikey be like? or, dare I ask… all of them at once.

I think the dynamic would be platonic if they all are yandere for you, for reasons. They would view you as their defenseless sibling, they have many enemies that want the turtles dead so it wouldn't be wrong to assume that they'd use you as a way to get to them. But that would only be one of their reasons for keeping you in their bais, they all have different wants and needs. Although those desires sometimes clash with one another they ultimately band together in hopes of keeping you safe from their enemies (and the world in general).

Depending on how you handle the situation things can either go really smoothly for you or the complete opposite. If you comply with their demands then you will be able to move around the lair freely without suspicion or with one of the brothers following you 24/7, practically breathing down your neck. You might even be able to leave from time to time, granted that at least two of them are watching over you as you walk through the streets. But on the other hand if you were to be stubborn then they will restrain the hell out of your freedom. You are locked in one of their rooms with said brother constantly looking over you, escape is near impossible, their fears of you leaving has led to them creating a night shift schedule. They all switch who watches each night, first it's Leo, Donnie, Mikey and then Raph. They would be doing this till stockholm syndrome kicks in, then you would no longer be yourself, you would be there's. Theres to take care of, theres to have fun with, theres and nobody else's.

ahhhh >\\\\\\\< im so glad you enjoyed hehe,

right!! yandere!raph would’ve kept on stalking until he found a justifiable reason to ‘help’ reader, I think Mikey would have the least amount of self control, being the youngest and more impulsive with his actions, he could easily convince himself he’s helping reader and that’s all it would take! Leo would be similar to Raph in my opinion, he could be patient, or just be satisfied by watching/waiting for a while

all of the brothers though!? they wouldn’t be able to hold back as maybe Raph or Leo could individually, all it would take would be one suggestion, “Y/n would just be safer in the lair! They’ll see that with time! We shouldn’t gamble with their safety like this!! Let’s just bring them here now.” The resistance to such an idea would crumble :D

I definitely agree with you about reader’s reaction! Depending on how they react they would either have some freedom or none at all. Can you imagine the full force of all the turtles brothers keeping you hostage?! Chances of escape: slim to none, I would guess that reader would have one true chance of getting away in the beginning but after that? zilch. zero. not possible!

I think I would be most afraid of Mikey though, his unpredictability, he’d definitely be bi-polar as a yandere… “Please Mikey, I can’t stay here anymore! I’ve got parents!! Friends!!!”

His smile that had been ever present on his face slips. He has this deadpanned look about him as he turns to you, away from the show he had been forcing you to watch. “You rather watch something else? Space Heroes?” He offers, it’s a warning, don’t bring up them. He’s your family now. He’s your best friend! You have him and his brothers, no one else matters! “Mikey..” you whimper and he cuts you off groaning. Jumping up and starting to pace in front of the paused screen. “I don’t understand. You should be happy! Why can’t you just be happy?! Here. With. Me.”

He’ll only calm down if you switch gears, promising that you are happy. That it’s totally fun to watch Mikey’s show. The tension in his shoulders and the crazed look in his eyes with disappear in a blink of an eye, his happy go lucky smile back in place! “See I knew you would come around!” <3

love love love our convos hehe so glad to hear from you <33333 hope you’re doing well and I’d love to hear your thoughts on who you would be most afraid of/nervous about in yandere au

#yandere au #tmnt 2012 #platonic relationships #tmnt 2012 x reader #yandere raphael #yandere raph #tmnt fandom #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #grace answers #leonardo #raph #mikey #donatello #dark au #donnie #leo #michelangelo

[riahlynn101]

Whumptober: Day Eight - Alternative Prompt: "Shaking."

Trigger warnings: Implied/referenced kidnapping and murder, and major character death.

Please, ignore that this is three hours later than usual.

Word count: 1,430

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Sometimes, in the middle of the night, when Mike can’t force himself to sleep. He wanders out of his room and down the hall. All the way to his….

He stares at the off-white door. Garrett’s name is still printed across the top in red letters (“red is my favorite color, because it reminds me of you.” Mike never understood what his brother meant by that, and now he never would). He hesitates, hand on the door knob. 

Mike takes a quick glance towards his parents’ room. His mom and dad wouldn’t be happy to see him up so late (they don’t seem happy to see him ever. Not after…), but their door is shut and all the lights look to be off. 

His heart is beating fast in his chest. Not out of fear. He’s been in here so many times. The room is practically his safe haven from a world that has changed so much since his brother went missing. 

Mike closes the door behind himself, quickly and quietly just in case his parents decide to mosey down the hallway. The room smells clean. Unlived in. It feels wrong. His brother was naturally tidy, but this….

Mike swallows down his anxieties and lays on the tiny twin-bed. Once upon a time, this bed belonged to him. It’s funny how time works. 

He lays on his back, closing his eyes. It’s hard now, almost two years later, to remember the sound of his brother’s voice. It shouldn’t be. Mike had been twelve. Not three. He should be able to keep the memory of Garrett in his head. So many people told him before, during, and after the “funeral” (which was pointless, because he’s sure his brother is out there somewhere. Alive and well and healthy and…and…) that Garrett will forever remain in his heart. He hated that. He hated it so much. Especially when the memories he holds so dear are starting to leave him. It feels like his brother’s leaving for a second time. 

“.......Mike…….” 

His eyes shoot open. He sits up, looking around the room. Everything seems to be in place. His mom liked to clean the room every so often to prevent dust and mildew. 

“Mikey…..” the voice says again. 

He scrambles out of bed, heart resuming its previous task of beating against his ribcage. “Gar-Garrett…?” He whispers into the darkness of the room. “Where…where are you?”

“Follow my voice,” his brother tells him, and Mike would know (even if it’s almost entirely faded from his memory) Garrett’s voice from anywhere. 

He wanders out of the room, not even bothering to check if his parents are up. Mike has more important things to do.

“I miss you, Mikey,” his brother murmurs, voice drifting down the hallway. He follows it without a second thought. 

“I miss you too.”  

Mike is led down the stairs and towards the front door. He pauses in the doorway. It’s the dead of winter, and bitterly cold outside. And he only has a tee-shirt and pajama pants on. 

“Mike…?” His little brother asks, voice somewhere outside.

“I…I can’t go outside. It’s too cold.”

“But Mike,” Garrett whines, “I want to play with you.”

“Let me grab a-”

“Please.”

Maybe it isn’t that cold outside. And as long as he isn’t out for a long time, it’ll probably be okay. 

“Okay,” Mike gives in, stepping through the threshold. He closes the door behind him. 

“Yay!” His brother cheers. 

“Where are we going?” Mike asks, starting to trek down the icy driveway. He crosses his arms to stay warm. 

“That’s a surprise.”

They walk for a while until Mike can’t bear the cold anymore. “I…I think I need to go home. It’s too cold out here.”

“But I want to play with you.”

“I-I kn-know, but…but my fe-feet and hands are starting to r-r-really hurt. I…I d-d-don’t think it’s s-s-safe to-to be out here.” He vaguely remembers hearing on the news that the temperatures were supposed to drop to dangerous levels. 

“Please,” his brother begs. “I miss you a lot.”

“I…I’m c-c-cold,” Mike gets out between chattering teeth.

“You’re almost there.”

Against his better judgment, MIke nods, ignoring the pain radiating from all of his extremities. “O–okay.”

He’s led to a small diner. It looks old and abandoned. The lights are all turned off, and there’s a ‘closed’ sign in the front window that has several layers of dust on it. 

“Wh-where are w-w-we….” Mike stutters, mind slowing down. 

His brother doesn’t answer, but the padlock on the chain around the front door falls away. Not wanting to stay in the cold a minute longer, Mike lunges at the doors. He has to force them open, as they either haven’t been used in a long, long time, or the below-zero temperatures have frozen them together. 

The diner is warmer, but just barely. It’s obvious no one has been here in years. “Hello…?” He calls out. “Garrett?”

But no one answers him. 

Mike shivers, teeth still chattering together. “Garrett? Where are you?” He goes deeper into the restaurant, hoping (at the very least) it might warm him up.

He passes a small stage. There’s two spots where it's obvious something heavy stood for a long time. 

Mike yawns, drowsy. “Garrett?” 

“Almost there, Mike,” his little brother calls to him. “I’m in the backroom.”

Nodding, Mike stumbles his way down the hall and over to a large metal door. The words: Parts and Services are labeled across the top in big, blocky letters. He opens the door. 

The inside of the room is somehow colder than the rest of the restaurant. Mike’s shivering becomes even more evident. “G-Gar-Garrett…?”

A sudden clatter to his right makes Mike jump. He throws his arms up, ready to attack whoever or whatever made the noise. The movement almost throws him off balance. 

An old bear animatronic sits in the furthest corner. One of its eyes has been torn out and wires protrude from the socket. It also only has one ear, the other one reduced to bits of metal and wires. Its costume is tattered and dirty, and if Mike squints he swears he can see dark stains around the thing’s mouth. 

All the alarm bells  should be going off in his head, but the feeling of wanting to curl up and sleep is starting to become harder to ignore. He stumbles closer, staggering from side to side. His feet and hands are almost numb, but his teeth continue to chatter together. 

“You found me!” His little brother cheers. The voice sounds like it’s coming from somewhere near the suit, but when Mike looks, there’s no one there. 

“Wh-where…?” Mike slurs his words, almost falling when he takes a step forward. 

“Right here.”

“I-I d-don’t see you.”

“In the suit.”

“Oh,” he says, like that’s normal.  

“Come sit next to me. I’m sure you’re very tired.”

Instead of answering, Mike finds himself wobbling the last few steps over to the broken down animatronic. He falls to his knees next to it, arms still wrapped around himself. Mike curls into a ball next to it, the back of his head resting against its leg. 

“Goodnight, big brother,” his little brother says. 

Mike murmurs a response, but it comes out garbled and incoherent. 

It doesn’t take long for sleep to claim him. 

-x-x-x-

William stomps down the hallway. His security cameras alerted him-two hours later-of someone entering the diner. Probably a squatter or a very brave (or foolish) teenager. Though, according to the grainy footage, they haven’t left yet (unless they did so while William was away from his monitor).

He checked the entirety of the restaurant. Under tables, behind the counters, in the kitchen, and even the bathrooms. So, there’s only one more place they can hide. 

He slams open the door to the backroom. 

In the corner of the room, Fredbear, noticeably powered up, stares at him. Cradled in its arms is likely the person who broke in. 

For a second, William just stands there. “Who is that?” He asks, like Fredbear is actually going to answer him. 

The animatronic bear huffs, joints creaking as it tightens its hold on the person’s body. William laughs. He comes closer. His eyes sweep across the body. 

A young boy, either a preteen or in his very early teens. The boy looks almost angelic nestled in Fredbear’s arms. A few of his dark curls have fallen onto his face, contrasting with his unnaturally pale skin.

William’s heart stops. 

His entire world screeches to a halt. 

Because the boy in Fredbear’s arms is……

“Michael….?”

#whumptober2023 #no.8 #alternative prompt #“Shaking.” #mike schmidt #garrett schmidt #fnaf william afton #Michael afton #fnaf movie #tw implied kidnapping #tw major character death #cross posted on ao3

[misteria247]

Misc headcannons about the 2012 Boys?

(I literally had to Google what Misc meant in writing and I realized it meant like mixed type of things and I feel a little bit stupid ngl lmfao-)

Anyways of course you can have some!! Here's some of my personal 12 boys headcanons!!!!

12 Leo has issues with his throat. Due to his fight with the Shredder and having his vocal chords damaged so badly he'll have issues when it comes to speaking or talking. Due to these things Leo doesn't really speak much unless he absolutely has to, though there are occasions where he'll talk despite his throat being sore and his voice cracking and giving out. If he speaks for long periods of time he can actually lose his voice for a bit due to the strain. Whenever his voice gives him issues Leo's brothers give him a cup of medical tea that Donnie makes him specifically. It helps soothe them and helps with his voice.

12 Leo also has issues with his knee. While not noticable at first it becomes apparent that he does have a limp at times whenever he walks or fights. Whenever the weather is colder or a storm is about to happen Leo's knee will start to ache in an unbearable way, often times leaving him forced to sit down and not move much (only after Raph, Donnie and Mikey force him too whenever they catch on to his pain). Once he's sitting down Leo doesn't usually get back up due to the pain and his brothers fierce looks daring him to try to. However despite his knee injury Leo's still one of the most skilled and quickest out of his brothers and those who are foolish enough to underestimate him usually end up regretting it.

12 Mikey is suprisingly in tune with his older brothers and their emotional and mental states. Being the youngest out of all of them Mikey has learned how to read his brothers and act accordingly to help them whenever they need it. Whether it's they're in need of a laugh via prank or a shoulder to lean on, Mikey's always in tip top shape when it comes to his older brothers and their needs. He's always by their side and ready to offer them a silent comfort should they need it.

12 Mikey hates being alone. After so much trauma and near death experiences for both himself and his brothers, Mikey often times is caught within a close range of said brothers. Sometimes at night he'll end up climbing out of his bed and making his way towards one of his brothers rooms or to Master Splinter's room and climbing into bed with them. They never say anything and let him. Once Master Splinter is no longer with them Mikey rarely sleeps alone within his bedroom because the feelings of loneliness and fear become too overwhelming and he breaks down somewhat. So he's usually bunking with one of his older brothers or all of them. They don't mind it.

12 Raph hates it when Leo sleeps for long periods of time. Whenever his older brother sleeps past his usual wakeup time or whenever he remains too still within his sleep Raph will start to get fidgety and anxious, shimmying around in a pent up kind of way. Usually Leo wakes up on his own after a moment or two and Raph relaxes almost immediately afterwards however on the rare chance that his big brother doesn't Raph will often times go over and shake Leo awake holding his breath each and every time as he waits for him to respond. Dreading that moment when Leo may not respond to his voice or touch.

12 Raph is surprisingly difficult to anger most days. Growing up made the red clad turtle mellow out somewhat in his usual fiery and explosive temper that he had as a teenager. And it'd only mellowed out even more when Splinter died. Raph now has a better grip on his temper and it's takes a bit more to make him snap however underneath his maturity is still the same beloved hot head that his brothers and friends know and love and once he hits that breaking point God have mercy on the idiot who invoked his wrath.

12 Donnie sometimes gets a bit jumpy around April whenever she gets too upset. After the whole incident of his friend designating him and tearing him apart by his very atoms in front of his brothers Donnie's always on some level remained leery of April and her temper. While logically he knows that she hadn't been in her right state of mind nor that he himself doesn't really remember him dying, after having it explained to him (thanks to Raph), emotionally he can't help but feel uneasy around her whenever she completely loses it. Thankfully April completely losing her temper in such a way is a very rare occurrence and Donnie's managed to keep himself calmed down enough to not flinch when she gets snappy or irritated. The last thing he wants is for April, Casey and his brothers to find out.

12 Donnie actually has different inventions in his lab that were made with one of his brothers at some point in time. He keeps these little group projects in a special place within his lab and whenever his brothers come in to spend time with him or are in need of being within his presence Donnie's always quick to pull out their little projects and they go from there. Donnie's project with Raph is a motorcycle that he'd managed to find during one of their annual dumpster trips. Donnie's project with Mikey is a little utility kit that resembles that of what the superheroes in his favorite comic books use. And finally Donnie's project with Leo is a little miniature globe that's full of stars and planets.

#oli talks #ooc #muns ramblings #mindless ramblings of a madman #my writing #asks #ask and you shall receive #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt leo #tmnt raph #tmnt donnie #tmnt mikey #tmnt april #tmnt casey #tmnt splinter #my headcanons #i decided to give ya two personal headcanons enjoy!!!! #Leonardo Hamato #Raphael Hamato #Donatello Hamato #Michelangelo Hamato #April O'Neil #Casey Jones #Master Splinter #Hamato Yoshi

[bluepeachstudios]

GitS Asks!

Ohhh yeah you KNOW that man is panicking and his boys are trying their best to calm him down and force him to relax.

I cannot answer this because spoilers, but my god I want to. I want to gush about the movie stuff so badly. I can say that Ghost would definitely prefer to be taken instead of Raph. He thinks the boys should stick together.

Oh boy, yeah it do! (:

Oof you're torturing my boy here, I see. I think after very emotional words and feelings turmoil he would stay. He feels like the boys need protecting at this moment. He wants to keep them safe, and... Well. He just doesn't know what's happening with his brothers.

Ghost likes that when Splinter spends time with the kids, the kids are super happy about it. He likes watching them watch Lou Jitsu movies. He likes that Splinter uses nicknames instead of their full names all the time. He likes that Splinter makes them soup when they feel bad. He likes that when the kids talk about their childhood, Splinter is a constant. He likes that the boys love him, and he loves the boys.

Ghost doesn't hate Splinter. He just hates that he's not his dad.

I won't give spoilers if it's something that hasn't already been covered. Sometimes I'll go off about what's going on in Ghost's head, but that's because that's already going on. ;)

Ough Ghost would hate that. He doesn't want them to see that.

Yes to both! Meditating is something that's been ingrained into him since he was little, so he hasn't stopped now. From best to worst, Raph is the best. Mikey is second best, if he's moving while he meditates. Donnie's... Decent. Leo's horrible at it. He can't stay focused.

Ghost did find that directing them through certain katas and letting them do those motions on repeat is a good way to let them meditate. They do a much better job when they're moving.

Ghost does seem to be getting hurt a lot....... Wonder what that's about. (:

It's a little of both! Ghost wasn't mutated on purpose, and the mutagen itself wasn't meant to make soldiers of any kind, so his mutation doesn't make him as sturdy as genetically engineered weapons of war. On the other hand, Ghost also is still working off the physics of his universe, at least somewhat. It means getting hit hurts. there's no "comedic effect" going on with Ghost. He gets hit, he gets hit.

Yup! Ghost can cook! He especially likes baking. Ell and Mike can as well. Spirit... Eugh... Let's just say he survived with a rice cooker, takeout, and a healthy fear of anything that produces heat.

Ghost has already fought these particular Foot, when they first showed up in the Rise series! He asked Splinter about them, and he confirmed they were in fact THE Foot. Ghost has them burned into his mind now.

He also has no idea they run a shoe shop. He will eventually find out, yes, and the story is about Ghost, so also yes!

Yes. It worked very well.

There was a stray cat he fed when he went to the surface to get food. He looked like Klunk. Donnie thought about taking him back to the hideaway, but started thinking about having to clean out the litter box, worrying about the cat knocking things over or chewing on wires, feeding him every day, giving him attention, and he just... Couldn't handle all of that at the time.

Nothing that I can think of off the top of my head? Ghost was building trucks with dozens of missiles in it by the time he was 15. He likes to encourage Donnie's creativity.

Uranium is just a no-go because they don't have a way to safely contain it and use it. And Donnie's 14.

Donnie has theories. This is actually a spoiler, because Donnie's whole theory is a spoiler! Don't worry, we'll see Donnie's theory soon (;

Honestly, Ghost is a little worried about that. He's hoping that the kid won't turn out like the fucked up man that's in his universe. Like, he's still a kid! If Splinter can be how he is, and Leo can be so different from his Leonardo, what's to say that this kid isn't also different?

First round, babey!! It's my headcanon that 03 Donnie was subconsciously more interested in watching than he was in participating. It wasn't a life-threatening event or anything, it was a fun warrior vs warrior, honorable battle. He was in another dimension, of course he was excited and wanted to see things!!

In Big Mama's Battle Nexus, things were to the death. Nothing to poof you away if it would hurt you too much. He had to take every hit and feel it. He won out of necessity. He didn't enjoy a second of it.

Ghost probably would get further than he did in the last one, but I don't think he'd win. For him, fun fighting is sparring with the kids. His heart wouldn't be in it.

#asks #gits ask

[j-nope-not-today]

Staring problem

Genre: fluff, crack, smut if you like squint.

TMNT Donatello x reader

It had been an incredibly long day and all I wanted to do was crumble into a heap on my bed, but alas I couldn't.

I had agreed to go with my friend April to a party. As she put it it was a small get together, but knowing her and her crazy ideas we were going to end up at a party.

I wanted to wear something comfortable. My pajamas had looked oh so tempting, but if she got into trouble which I knew in my heart she would I had to be prepared.

So I wore some of my comfiest leggings and grabbed a t-shirt and haphazardly did my hair up. Sighing and grabbing my backpack and filling it with a water bottle, first aid kit, and extra necessities I knew I would need.

Slinging a strap over my shoulder I grimaced to myself before counting down from five and right as I reached one I turned to my door as April walked in with a big smile.

"Are you ready?!" She smiled at me and I looked at her and smiled back.

"No, but who's ever really ready?" She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the hall and began walking.

"Don't worry it's gonna be so much fun!"

"With you..of course it's gonna be fun."

And I of course was absolutely right in my assumption we would get into trouble.

Twenty minutes into the "get together" a small smoke bomb went off a few yards away from us. Suddenly people began to shout and run away, and I looked and noticed what had to be the last members of the foot clan causing chaos.

"Wonderful.." I muttered before grabbing April's hand and turning to book it away.

I was suddenly pulled back and I had thought for a moment that my arm was suddenly ripped out of my socket with the force she used to pull me. I huffed and grabbed my shoulder looking at her incredulously.

"Why aren't you running away! You should be running away!" I panicked and grabbed her hand again.

"I have to get this on camera! We'll be fine trust me." She pulled away from me and held her phone up and began to walk closer to them.

"Are you crazy!? April they have guns!" I shouted and against my better judgement ran after my very dumb friend.

I looked around her and saw them pushing a man onto the ground and then pointing a gun at him, but before anything worse could happen.

A giant turtle man wacked the foot clan soldier with a..staff?

I stood shocked as April turned to look at me with a smile.

"I told you we would be fine."

I spluttered for a moment before my senses came back to me and by that time, I realized that the last standing soldiers had run off in well fear.

"You want to tell me why your so calm when there are..one..two..four turtle people looking at us?" I whispered to her, and she laughed before answering me.

"They're my friends y/n."

"Yeah ok. That's totally normal." I nodded and looked back to them before they stopped in front of us.

"Hey April." The one with a purple mask spoke.

"Hey Donnie! How have you guys been?" She spoke up and I looked slack jawed between them.

"Doing fine angel cakes. You should introduce us to your pretty little friend here."

"Back off Mikey." The one in the red mask shoved the orange masked man and they began to bicker.

"Hey guys! Knock it off. Your gonna scare her." He turned to look at me.

"Ignore them. I'm Leonardo, but you can call me Leo."

I slowly waved and gave a half-smile before the other's introduced themselves as well.

"Raphael, but you can call me Raph if you want."

"Name's Mikey angel cakes, but you can call me whatever you want." He leaned forward and winked at me, and I gave an awkward chuckle as Leo elbowed him.

"Uh..Donatello, but you can just call me Donnie..it's my nickname." He shyly waved at me, and I smiled and waved back.

Donnie seemed...sweet.

I seemed to be right. In my next few weeks of getting to know the four brothers I hung out with them more and more sometimes with April and a lot of the time alone.

I found myself spending a lot of my time with Donnie and I learned a lot about him.

I also learned I liked him, but only when I had tripped, and he caught me, and our faces were..oh so close.

I spent a week debating on if I should tell him and I was tempted to spend another week debating if I should be debating it. I definitely didn't want to ruin anything between us. We were good friends, and it would be so awkward if he didn't like me.

I decided to rip off the band-aid. It's better than being in a constant state of worry. If he doesn't like me, I need to know so I can cry and eat ice cream and wallow in self-pity.

I had decided to make myself at least look presentable, so I wore a small skirt and a cute shirt with little ruffles on the sleeves. I did my hair and wore a touch of makeup.

Looking at myself in the mirror I didn't look too bad, but now standing in front of Donnie I wasn't so sure.

"Um..Donnie are you like good?" I waved my hand in front of his face and he un gripped his hands from his chair.

"Fine..yeah I'm fine." He nodded and blinked at me, and I nodded back and took a deep breath.

"Why are you so dressed up?" He leaned forward and examined my outfit again and I felt my cheeks heat up from his intense gaze.

"Just hush and listen."

"Okay..go ahead."

I glared at him before continuing "I like you, but let me explain bef-"

"I already knew that." He pushed his glasses up on his face and trailed his eyes back to my outfit.

"You never wear skirts..or shirts that fancy so I assume you wore them to catch someone's attention?" He leaned forward again and folded his hands in his lap.

"I-first of all I wanted to look nice, and you know what how dare you!" I shouted.

"You already knew?! And said nothing! Letting me just suffer and oh my gosh stop staring at me like that!" I grabbed a pillow from one of the chairs next to me and threw it at him.

He caught it and placed it in his lap and laughed "What? I thought you wanted me to stare?"

"Well yes, but also no." I placed my hands upon my hips.

"If you keep staring at my ass through that mirror, I will not hesitate to throw another pillow at you Donnie." I squinted my eyes and his finally lifted to meet my gaze.

"Do you even like me back?" I threw my hands up.

"Come over here and find out." He smiled before opening up his arms.

I sighed before walking over to him and squealed when he pulled me into his lap. I looked down at him and he licked his lips before locking eyes with me.

"Let me kiss you."

"Go for it..by the way I'm loving the confidence." I smirked and brought my lips down onto his.

Our tongues instantly tangled together, it was hot and heavy, and he tasted oh so sweet. I didn't want to pull away, but my need for air became hard to ignore.

I pulled away for air and drew in a few ragged breaths before feeling Donnie began to trail hot, wet kisses down my neck and I moaned when he lifted a hand and rolled my nipple between his fingers.

"ooh spicy!"

I let out a shout and turned to see Mikey standing in the doorway and Donnie lifted his head to meet the eyes of his brother.

Throwing me to the floor. I gasped and looked at Donnie who sat there shocked.

"I-I am so sorry! Ipanickedand oh my-"

"Real classy." I laughed and let him pick me up off of the ground.

"Do you want me to come back another time?" Mikey spoke and I looked at him.

"No actually now is perfect. I lost something." I placed my hands on my hips and Mikey shifted uncomfortably.

"What'd you lose?"

"My dignity. It's on the floor now. I need help finding it."

"I'm sorry!" Donnie cried out.

I laughed before turning to him.

"It's fine Don. Just you owe me." I pointed at him, and he nodded before looking at Mikey.

"Tell no one."

Mikey gulped before opening the door to reveal his other two brothers trying not to laugh.

I let out a laugh before turning to Donnie.

"I take it back this is perfect. You owe me nothing." I patted his shoulder before walking around him to sit in his chair and watch their fun begin.

"So, you're an ass guy?" Raph laughed.

#tmnt 2014 #teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #tmnt imagine #tmnt bayverse #tmnt donatello #tmnt 2016 #tmnt x reader

[imashoe69420]

Hi :) can You do rise boys or just Leo reacting to a fem reader wearing a toxedo (suit) because she don't like dresses?

Personally, I prefer a tux over a dress. So this’ll be easy for me to write lmao. I’ve been doing a few rise!bros x readers so I’ll do Leo x reader this time!

Also I made the reader gender-fluid but biologically female. I hope that’s ok :)

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Suits > Dresses

Prompt: You and Leo make your own prom after not being asked to the dance at your school. Well… that was half the reason.

Pairing: Rise!Leo X GF!Reader

Pronouns: Feminine but gender-fluid (they/them/she/her)

Relationship: friends (somewhat dating at the end)

Timeline: Post!Movie

Warnings ⚠️: angst, gender dysphoria, mild language

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When you texted Leo saying that you wanted to make your own prom so him and his brothers could join, he took it as a challenge.

The only prom he’d seen was from the “coming-of-age” high school TV shows you’d force him to watch with you, so he knew to go loosely off of that. He needed the music, the kissing booth Photo Booth, the sparkly lights, and the dress.

You’d never talked about your sexuality or sexual orientation to Leo, fearing the conversation would be awkward or he wouldn’t understand or care. Some days, you felt like a boy. Other days, you felt like a girl. Sometimes, you were androgynous. It wasn’t something that you could control or ignore. It was a part of you, and sometimes that sucked.

Leo came over to help you pick out a tux for him and a dress for you online. He was extremely eager, pointing at every other dress commenting about how pretty and shimmery they were.

Sure, they were pretty and shimmery and would look good on anybody, but none of them stuck out to you. None of them made you feel… well, you.

“(Y/N), you would look so good in this one!” Leo tapped on a slim red dress. “C’mon, let’s get this one.”

You shrugged, laughing awkwardly. “That one? Isn’t it kinda…” your words trailed off.

“Kinda amazing! C’mon, c’mon, get that one.”

The turtle’s pleas eventually got you to buy the dress and his suit, but an uneasy feeling settled in your stomach.

Despite your appeasement, Leo could sense that something was wrong. Even though this had been your idea, you didn’t seem as excited about it as he was.

(Y/N) was a big question mark to him. But he didn’t mind that much. In fact, it’s one of the things that made him start to develop feelings for you. He enjoyed the mild switch-ups in your style and demeanor. He’d mentally guess what you’d look like when he arrived at your house, and he was usually wrong.

Nonetheless, he liked how your personality always stayed the same. You were always boisterous, your mind bouncing with crazy ridiculous plans and ideas.

Last week, the two of you built a makeshift amusement park in the sewers. A day or two after that, the two built a miniature chocolate factory from the iconic movie with real toothpaste lids you claimed you’d been collecting for six months.

Where did you get all of them? Leo didn’t ask. He was just happy that you were really passionate about something fun yet so intricate.

As soon as the sun set, the turtles began decorating your school rooftop. Raph set up the Photo Booth and concessions while Donnie set up the DJ booth. Mikey scattered rose petals and confetti on the floor and plastered his drawings along the photo booth wall and rooftop door entrance. All of them adorned a suit and tie associated to their designated colors. April—dressed in a bright green dress—supplied them with the camera.

Leo soon portaled onto the rooftop in a white dress shirt with blue dress pants, blazer, and bow tie. “Hey, hey, how’s it goin’, mis hermanos?”

The oldest of the turtles turned his head to smile at him. “Real good! Just some finishing touches and we should be good.”

After a minute of admiring his brothers’ hard work, a question popped into his mind.

“Mike,” he glanced at his younger brother, “where’s (Y/N)?”

The orange clad turtle shrugged as he threw a handful of glitter into the air, the substance landing on his attire. “She hasn’t texted any of us.”

That was strange.

Again, this was your idea, so why weren’t you here for it? Leo was somewhat frustrated, but gave you the benefit of the doubt. Maybe you were running late.

But you weren’t.

In reality, you’d been sitting on the foot of your bed staring down at the red dress in your lap for several minutes. Maybe half an hour. You weren’t sure, but you were sure that you didn’t want to wear that dress.

But you felt awful about it. One, because the dress was absolutely gorgeous, but not something you’d ever wear. Although your attire heavily depended on what area of gender dysphoria you’d be in, you were never attracted to dresses. In formal settings, you’d always preferred a suit and tie or at least a dress shirt and tie.

You finally stood up and set the dress on your bed. Ambling over to your closet, you pulled out the suit and tie set you’d been dying to wear. All it was was a regular black and white color scheme, but you felt your heart flutter at the sight of it.

This made you feel pretty. This made you feel seen.

“Hey,” Leo knocked on the glass of your bedroom window, “everything’s ready. Let’s get going before my bros eat all the concessions… which is just pizza. Maybe pizza was a bad idea.”

You stuffed the clothing back into your closet before letting him in. “Uh, yeah, I’m almost ready.”

Leo furrowed his would-be eyebrows at your clean face and large gray t-shirt draping over your body. “Doesn’t look it.” He lifted the dress off your bed and held it in front of himself. “Is it too small or something? Shit, we didn’t check the size before ordering it, did we?”

You faked a chuckle at his worries as you laid a hand against his shoulder. “No, Leo, it’s fine.”

“You sure?” The blue clad turtle sets the dress back on the bed. “You’ve been kinda weird the whole time we’d been planning this. Were you not serious about this or…?”

Ah, shit, now he’s upset, you thought. Now you had to explain your hesitation—“no, of course not. Get out so I can get dressed!”—or suck it up as per usual.

Leo’s confused expression turned into one of joy before he hopped out the window to give you privacy.

You didn’t want Leo to think you were weird. Especially Leo. You two did everything together.

He went with every idea you had no matter how crazy or nearly impossible it seemed. While in the middle of your theoretical rant, you’d notice him staring at you in a way you could only describe as entranced. You were never sure if he was entranced by you or the topics you could talk about for days, but you sure hoped it was you.

The only reason you bought that dress was because of him. He wanted to see you in it and that alone rose the temperature in your cheeks.

This was for him and him only.

~~~

You texted Leo asking his to form a portal from your bedroom to the rooftop. He obliged, the glowing blue circle appearing in front of you.

When you step through it, Leo, his brothers, and April are on the other side. The decor definitely wasn’t exactly what you envisioned, you loved that the group did all this over a meaningless text.

“This is so awesome, you guys.” You thanked them. “You’re some of the best friends I’ve ever had.”

The turtles and April cooed before pulling you into a group hug. House music soon begins to blare as Donnie mans the DJ booth. Bright lights strobed as you and the others jumped up and down in the beat of the music, screaming and chanting in joy.

As the night progressed, the songs slowly became quiet enough to hold a conversation. Leo caught you drinking from the punch bowl and decided to try his luck.

“I wouldn’t drink out of that if I were you.” He advised, a wide smirk on his face. “Who knows what’s in here?”

“He said inconspicuously.” You giggled. “Although, we all knew he had spiked the punch bowl.”

Leo sneered playfully. “You’ve been hanging out with Donnie too much.”

You shrugged as you poured a second helping of the translucent drink. “He says, jealousy distorting his features.”

The turtle sputtered, shocked by your allegations. “Jealous? Oh, hardly. I know I’m your favorite twin.”

With another shrug, the music changed into a slow song. Leo looked you up and down before smirking.

“You look incredible in that dress.”

To be honest, you’d forgotten you were wearing it until he pointed it out just now. Suddenly you felt dirty and uncomfortable with the way the tight-fitted material clung to your thighs. Why did he have to say that?

You tried your best to offer him a smile. “Well, you’re the one who picked it out. You have good taste.”

A look of worry washed over his face before returning to his signature cocky expression. “We should dance.”

He held out his hand towards you and you graciously took it. You wanted to do everything to again forget that the retched dress wasn’t sticking on you like a rubber glove.

The dance was conflicting. You hated the dress and the way it accentuated your curves, and it overall made you feel like somebody else. But the way Leo admired you as the two of you danced alongside your friends caused you to think that all the discomfort and dysphoria was worth it.

Even though you looked gorgeous, Leo couldn’t help but feel awful. He had seen you holding the suit when he approached your window. You gazed at it the way he’d ogled at the red dress. The turtle had somewhat known of your androgyny, but never pressed you about it in fear he was wrong and you just enjoyed both men and women’s clothing. But seeing you right now uncomfortable with the clothing he’d picked out for you broke his heart.

“Hey,” Leo murmured as you and his switched positions, your arms around his neck and his hands against your hips, “you—uhm, you can totally wear whatever you want.”

You shot a hopeful look up at him, surprised on how he found out. “Huh?”

“You can wear the tux if you want. It’s not gonna upset me if you do. I just want you to be comfortable.”

No one had ever told you that. No one had told you to change out of a dress and into a tux. Your parents constantly pushed you to solely embrace your femininity. It wasn’t that they were homophobic or transphobic or anything. They just didn’t understand because you’d never told them.

“No, Leo, it’s okay—” you attempted to deny his allegations, but he shook his head.

“Go put the tux on, (Y/N).” He let go of you before creating a portal back to your bedroom.

~~~

After portaling back to the party, everyone’s attention was drawn to you. There you were in the black and white tuxedo that didn’t cling to your skin or accentuate any part of your body you didn’t want to be prominent.

You felt like yourself.

The group cooed at you, complimenting your formal wear. You couldn’t feel more proud of your attire.

Leo smiled at you once the group dispersed and invited you back to the slow days. You agreed.

He simply couldn’t take his eyes off you. He thought you wouldn’t look as good as you did in the dress. Once again, he was dead wrong.

The turtle sighed benevolently. “You look even better.”

Heat soon raised to your cheeks at his comment. “Thanks… and thanks for letting me change. I know that dress meant a lot to you but—”

“It doesn’t mean as much to me as you do.” Leo admitted, gently squeezing your hips. “I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking about what you wanted. This was your idea and I didn’t let you have a say. I’m sorry for being a dickwad.”

You chuckled as you rested your head against his clothed plastron. “You’re not a dickwad. I think you look adorable in that suit. It’s strange seeing you in human clothes.”

He raised his would-be eyebrow. “Human clothes? As opposed to…?”

You loved the banter you’d get into with him, but this moment was too precious. Instead, you stood on your tippy-toes and pecked his cheek.

“Thanks for giving me the best prom ever.” You whispered.

Leo’s brain more or less short-circuited. He had daydreamed about this moment for weeks, but now that it was happening, he didn’t know what to do or say. The only thing he thought to do was pull you flush against his chest and murmur back.

“Anything for you.”

#fanfic #rottmnt #rottmnt fluff #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt reader insert #x reader #rise leo #rise leo x reader #rottmnt fic #rottmnt oneshot

[hanmasghost]

“The Sweethearts Together Again”

Please read my pinned post before requesting

Authors words:

I tried- I’m a lil’ all over the place so I’m sorry if this isn’t what you expected, also I wrote the first half while I was on the verge of passing out, sorry abt that^^;

Pronouns: He/Him

Tags: @reallyromealone

Warning(s): de*th, dissociation, not proof read

Shinichiro had never expected his life to me going well. At least that’s what he told his husband.

They had been highschool sweethearts.

They were practically inseparable, no force could pull them apart, not completely anyways.

{Reader}, Shinichiro’s husband, had full on moved his tattooing business down near where Shinichiro’s shop was.

Why? Because Shinichiro complained that no matter how fast his motorcycle was, he couldn’t ever get to {Reader}’s work fast enough to share their lunch break together.

Hell! When Shinichiro was still the leader of the Black Dragons they were called “The Sweethearts” why you ask? People had given them the nickname as whenever fights happened, or anyone tried to overthrow Shinchiro, {Reader} was always there protecting him telling others “to get to him, you have to get through me” and afterwards people would watch as Shinichiro coddled him and babied the male. Sometimes Shinichiro would cheer {Reader} on if he seemed to be losing spirit, and in an instant, it’s almost like the males spirit had never left, he became stronger.

They were each other’s strengths, and that much was obvious. Hence why “The Sweethearts” became a much feared name among gangs.

So when Shinichiro died?

{Reader} was heartbroken. Shattered.

He felt utterly useless.

The one time he wasn’t there, something tragic happened.

He was going to kill whoever took his other half away. That was until he found out it was one of his brother-in-law’s friends.

He couldn’t kill a kid.

So he remained heartbroken. Quitting his job, and staying home, only ever leaving to go take care of Mikey and Emma or to get groceries.

Though after a few years, watching as Mikey, his in-law, his brother, lose himself into the abyss, is when he finally snapped out of it.

He thought he was taking care of Mikey all these years, when really he was just a shell of a person whom Mikey was taking care of.

It hit him hard.

Emma was dead.

Mikey wasn’t himself.

He didn’t succeed at taking care of them.

He failed Shinichiro.

That’s when he decided to start doing so.

He’d start taking care of Mikey like he should of been all these years. Emma is gone, and he’ll live with that guilt, but hopefully she’s enjoying her time in the after life, if there’s an after life.

That’s exactly what he did.

He started getting Mikey to write in journals, talk to a specialist, made him his favorite foods, had Mikey rediscover his interests.

Everything was going great.

Mikey was more of a human being now, he talked to people, played video games, wrote. All kinds of things.

He also seemed to have a very well paying job, he had a nice fancy house, which he shared with {Reader}, as {Reader} was taking care of him, and tons of nice things most people didn’t have.

Everything was… perfect.

Just as it was before.

That was until {Reader} got sick.

——

It was hard for Mikey.

Being happy and spending time with his brother, his only family, and switching up to a cold blooded gang member, a murder, with zero self control.

And once his brother became ill? He couldn’t do it anymore. He had to tell him about Bonten. The one thing Mikey wanted to avoid for as long as he could.

He was afraid {Reader} would be upset, curse at him, shun the help Mikey offered. So when {Reader} just.. accepted.. just accepted that Mikey was in a gang, along with everything else, he was shocked, but happy nonetheless. It just made it easier to help his brother and make sure he was taken care of.

And that’s what happened.

Mikey got personal doctors, who made you take tests which he was not to be apart of, or told what they were about.

He thought he’d be able to secure your health and well being, that was until the doctors came and told him {Reader} had [REDACTED] which currently had no known cure.

Mikey panicked.

He couldn’t lose the last living family he had. He just couldn’t.

He hired, and threatened, many people who he thought would be able to help keep {Reader} alive and find a cure.

——

Bonten executives watched as their boss, who rarely showed emotion towards them and others, dote and almost cry from stress over this man. They asked him what they could do, and tried comforting him, but he didn’t care. He didn’t accept their help. He didn’t care he was possibly going insane, he would do anything to make sure his brother was okay.

It was going well, besides Mikey on the brink of losing his shit. {Reader} was stabilized, that’s all that mattered.

——

“Hey.. Mikey?” {Reader} called out to the male who was sitting in a chair next to his bed.

Looking up, Mikey acknowledged his brother with a soft “hm?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I spent most of our time together distanced and heartbroken due to Shin.. Shinichiro’s death.. and I’m sorry that I haven’t been able to make up those years of distance to you.” Reaching his hand up to his chest where he gripped the itchy clothing he wore.

“What are you talking about—“

“I’m afraid.. I won’t be able to make up for those years where I wasn’t really there.. I just wish… just maybe… I could… maybe, just maybe, have taken care of you kids better.. and honor Shinichiro.. but instead I failed him. I failed.. to take care of you guys.”

Mikey sat in shock, what the hell were you talking about? Not really being there? Failed Shinichiro?

“I’m supposed to be your family, and take care of you, but now.. you’re like me… dissociated with life, knowing you’re there but not feeling like you are.. feeling as if your body isn’t your own as you watch yourself do things, good and bad… I failed.. to take care of you, I’m sorry.”

He knew deep down this would happen, but why.. why did it have to be so soon? You didn’t even make it to 40.

Mikey only heard static as he stared into your cold, unblinking eyes.

And for the first time in years, Manjiro Sano, cried. Now having officially lost his only living family member.

——

{Reader} stopped dreaming after Shinichiro died. Both ambition and sleep wise.

So last night, when he dreamed about seeing Shinichiro, holding his hand, and waking up after a “see you soon” he knew. He knew he was gonna die soon.

And a few hours before midnight is when he felt it. He felt his soul start to leave his body.

So before it turned twelve, he decided to apologize to Mikey.

Apologize to him for not taking care of him as Shinichiro would have. Apologizing about how he wasn’t able to honor Shinichiro’s death and wishes.

He knew the 28 year old man would be confused. He didn’t necessarily have the time to explain to him, so, with what he knew would be his last breath as he felt his heart stop, he apologized one last time.

Body numb, his vision and thoughts blank.

Then he was met with the sweet and loving calls of his name.

Shinichiro.

He was finally… finally back with his missing piece. He was.. free.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #x male reader #tokyo rev x reader #shinichiro x reader #manjiro sano angst

[tblsomedoodles]

Big Mama loved her children dearly. It had torn her apart when they were taken from her, and it filled her heart with warmths when they were over, to the point where she was willing to force them to be around. She did worry that her children would hate her for her decision to force partial custody out of Lou, but in her mind she didn’t have a choice. When she met her children again, when she realized what had happened to them, she was appalled by the state they were all in. Her second oldest did absolutely all of the medical care, Lou barely raised them, and they were living in the literal sewers! Partial custody was the least she had demanded, and had been awarded. Every weekend she got her children, and every weekend she made a habit of checking on her children at night.

It had started as a way to reassure herself that they were there, and that they were safe, but ended as just something she did. A few times she had caught her children still awake, which she tried not to comment on too much, and even fewer times she had seen empty rooms. Those times were always the worst, and resurfaced the fear from the night she had lost her children all those years ago. Usually she would find them in a different room, and only twice had she found them somewhere completely different. However, they were always somewhere within her hotel, normally somewhere close by.

The problem with always checking though, is that sometimes she would check in the middle of the week, when her children were in the sewers with their dad instead of at home with her. Even though the idea of them in the sewers bothered her to no end, she had no choice in the matter, and if she fought it, she knew she would lose her children completely. Tonight was one of those nights, where she was checking her children’s rooms, only to find the first empty, and then remembering that it was a tuesday. Still, she couldn’t help but to check the other rooms, if only to make sure that they were clean and tidy (at least that’s what she told herself.)

She was definitely surprised to find a turtle in one of the rooms, laying in the bed with the lights out. She froze for a moment, then crept into the room, wondering if perhaps there was someone else in one of her very much off limits rooms. However, that wasn’t the case, and she instead found Donatello in his bed, curled up with his hard shell still on. She looked at him for a moment, questioning if she should wake him up, before deciding that she wasn’t going to let her child sleep in something that could hurt him in the end.

She reached out and shook Donnie’s shoulder, only for him to quickly sit up, pulling away from her. He sat there a little stunned, and blinked a few times, in a way that Big Mama had come to learn meant she had startled him awake.

“Donnie, dear, what are you doing here?” she asked quietly, crouching down on the floor. She wanted to sit on the bed to be closer, but didn’t want to cross any of the many boundaries that Donnie had.

“Mama?” he muttered, rubbing his eyes with his primary arms, as his secondary crossed in front of his chest. Big Mama gave him a few more moments to wake up further, before asking her question again. Donnie sighed and scooted over on his bed, patting the surface to invite his mom to join him. “Leo was,” Donnie yawned, then started again. “Leo was picking on me again, and Raph was being bossy, and Mikey was being loud, and,” Donnie paused, looking at the ground. “I just needed to step away. So I went to do that but no one would let me, so I just… ran and came here. Is that okay?”

Big Mama smiled, leaning closer to Donnie. “Of course. Would you like me to help with your shell? Or leave you to sleep?”

Donnie shook his head, then took his shell off himself. “Could you just… sit with me for a bit?” Big Mama nodded, and the two sat together until Donnie returned to his dreams.

After, Big Mama called Leo to let him know that Donnie was safely with her, and she ended the call, her love for her son filling her heart to the brim.

This is so cute!!! Mama loves her boys so much!! Donnie going to her when he needed space is just so sweet : )

Thank you! This is amazing! : )

#asks #tmnt #rottmnt #family web au #ficlet

[sibillascribbles08]

59

OOF

Fights between Donatello and Jase were shockingly rare.

You’d think, having been enemies in the past, the verbal spats would come up far more frequently. But typically when they both felt the need to drop smart ass comments and jabs, the jousting matches were more entertaining than they were hurtful. They both had equally smug looks on their faces as they went back and forth.

But those were never really about disagreements, or arguments, just poking fun.

So, sometimes it surprised others when a fight actually happened.

“Why don’t you do us both a favor and shove that allen wrench down you’re throat!”

Leonardo jerked in his seat at the sudden scream from Jase that carried down the hallway. He looked up from the cards in his hand--playing a few games with Mikey and his dad--and glanced back. Of course he couldn’t see anything from the kitchen table, so he stood.

“Leo.” Mikey hissed. “Don’t interfere.”

“I’m not.” He shrugged. “Just going to be nosey.”

Might as well be honest about it. It was just karma for the fact that Jase teased him just as much as Donnie did.

He drew a portal in the air with his hand, slipping out into the hall near Donnie’s room. The pair of them stood outside the door, not even noticing Leo as their eyes shot daggers at each other.

“You’re being so immature about this.” Donnie clutched at the air, using his height to lean over Jase who stood almost a foot shorter than him.

“I’m being immature? You’re the one trying to come up with eighteen different tech solutions to a problem you should just try to confront yourself.” Jase, as usual, didn’t let the height difference intimidate him. Despite how meek he appeared at times he never hesitated to square his shoulders in front of Donnie.

“If you want to confront it so bad, why don’t you just tell your dad the truth?” Donnie crossed his arms.

“Because I’m not sure he’d even believe me. Sure, let me just go home and say ‘hey dad, that boyfriend I mentioned? Yeah he’s a mutated turtle who thinks he’s the hottest shit in the city.’ No sane person would have doubts about that.”

Leo wasn’t sure if he should smile at the sharp insult or cringe. He could practically see the intensity rising.

“Why do we even have to tell him?”

“Because he’s my dad! The only good parent I have. I don’t want to keep something like this from him.”

“And what if you tell him and he forces us to split up?”

“You think I haven’t considered that? If you would just listen to me and approach it properly we could--”

“Jase, sometimes it doesn’t matter how you approach it. It goes wrong. Why don’t you just trust me and--”

“Why don’t you just trust me?”

The screaming got louder and louder. Now Leo started to think this was a horrible idea. He should duck out while he still had the opportunity.

Jase continued. “At the very least you could have just let us have a proper discussion about this instead of acting like making a stupid hologram would fix the whole ‘meet the parent’ set up.”

“Scoff, it is not a stupid hologram.”

“You’re missing the point of this entire discussion.”

“Well you’re getting way too worked up over the idea of me meeting your parent like it’s necessary.” Donnie growled, trying to look tall once again. “How do I even put up with you?”

Leo felt the tension in the air shift. Less like settling on the floor and more like slamming into it like a lead brick.

Jase’s entire demeanor changed. His sharp glare and square shoulders crumbled. He seemed to shrink, taking a step back, almost terrified.

And Donnie must have realized his mistake. Fear crossed his face. “Jase? Sorry, I didn’t--”

Jase’s glare returned, in spite of the fact he started to shake. “If you don’t want to put up with me then don’t!” He spun around and sprinted toward the exit. Donnie called after him, but didn’t chase him very far.

Leo let out a low whistle.

His twin must have heard that, spinning around with his teeth bared. “Leo? What the hell? How long have you been there?”

“Uh, when you first started screaming?” He shrugged and tried to phase into the wall.

No luck. Donnie stomped over and grabbed the strap across his chest to jerk him forward. “Stay out of my business.”

“If you want that, try not to shout so loud we can hear you in the kitchen.” Leo shoved his hand off. “...everything okay?”

“It clearly isn’t.” Donnie grinned at him while glaring. “Did you not just see that? He...” His expression dropped as his gaze moved to the floor. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

Leo hummed. “Going to apologize?”

“Yes.” Donnie admitted. “But I have to give him some space first, or he’ll throw objects at me until I leave.”

Leo wanted to ask why it was even so bad, wanted to pry into it further, but he wouldn’t. Donnie would no doubt bite his head off if he tried.

Still, he’d take any chance to lecture his twin.

“You know you should go meet his dad.” Leo crossed his arms as he leaned against the wall again.

“I know.” Donnie spat. “I’m just... scared.”

“Then tell him that instead of being a dumb dumb about it.”

“I don’t want any lectures from your aro ace ass Leo.” He pointed at him. “I’ll... figure it out.”

“Eh, if anyone in this family can it’s probably you.” Leo shrugged and moved to draw a portal back to the kitchen. “Want to join us for cards to cool down?”

“Thanks but no thanks, being competitive right now won’t help me.” He sighed. “I’m going to go to the bagel shop.”

“Oooh, bring me back something?”

Donatello looked like he was about to say no.

So Leo opened the portal and waved at him as he stepped through. “Thanks a lot, love you bro, bye.”

He stepped back into the kitchen to see Mikey and Splinter both staring at him, unimpressed.

“You better not have made it worse.” Splinter scolded.

“Donnie doesn’t need my help for that.” Leo picked up his cards as he sat down. “Now, who’s ready for me to win this round?”

#scribbly fics #jasonnie #rottmnt #ouch ! #maybe I'll write a follow up sometime #donnie accidentally saying some shit that reminds Jase of Kendra #oops ! #less that kendra herself haunts him that heavily #more just hearing it from Donnie's mouth

[fearthetallman]

Krang Pie chapter 3

Warnings: family fights, angst, knives, light krang torture

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Chapter 3

"Wow, loving the eyebags there, sleeping beauty," Leo quipped as Mikey walked into breakfast at 9AM. "Are they designer?"

Mikey had a variety of responses he could use but considering how they would have more barb than intended, he settled on a grunt.

"You sleep alright?" Raph asked through a mouthful of cereal. "You're usually awake at 6."

"Just couldn't get to sleep." He grabbed the orange juice and poured it into a bowl before realizing he should have used a cup. Too tired to get another, he sipped from the bowl. Maybe he should get back into coffee.

Truth be told, he had barely slept. Fitful nightmares of the krang breaking free and killing them all violated his rest. He woke up multiple times, tangled in his sweat coated blankets. He had locked the krang in his closet and hadn't checked on it since yesterday. He half hoped he had imagined everything.

Donnie jumped into the kitchen with way more energy than Mikey felt he could endure. "Gentleman, we have a robbery in pursuit. Ghost Bear broke into a wrestling museum and--"

"Ghost Bear?" Raph interrupted a little too enthusiastically. "What are we waiting for? Let's go."

He raced out and the others followed. Not wanting to fight evil on an empty stomach, he grabbed an apple and ran after them.

***

Their fight had been a success, despite how many injuries Raph had gotten trying to appease his former idol. Mikey laughed along with everyone making fun of him, right up until he returned to his room. The closet door was still closed. His hand hesitated a moment then pulled it open.

He gagged at the stench that rolled from within. A mixture of rotting meat, rubber and some other sharp scent he didn't care to learn more about. Had the krang died? One look at the cage told him no. But his troubles weren't over.

The krang, once the size of a cockroach had grown to the size of a baseball. Almost double the size in less than 12 hours.

"I must thank you for all the time alone," the krang said, its voice still squeaky but a touch deeper. "Before I had to constantly worry about being discovered and couldn't properly grow. If you keep me squirreled away like this, I shall grow three times faster than I planned."

A spike of panic needled Mikey's side. "How long until you're done growing?"

It preened its tentacles, inspecting them as if they were adorned with freshly polished nails. "About two months. I am still quite small." It paused. Glanced up at him. "But only about three days until I'm big enough to escape the cage."

"What?" He couldn't keep the fear out of his voice. "You can't escape. The bars are coated in acid. You'll melt if you try to get out."

"Yes, that's true. I would say I'd lose about 37% of my body to the bars." It grinned. "But I'm in my regenerating phase. I'll split into parts and there will be three of me. We might not all survive the process but one of us will."

Only three days. Dad and April wouldn't be back for another six. He needed to do something to stall for time. Something to keep it from growing. He closed the closet doors again.

"Wait. Where are you going?"

He had to force himself to ignore how much the krang sounded like a scared child. His empathy was such a pain sometimes. It was so stupid it didn't care how terrible the other pers--creature was. All his empathy could do was seek emotions and punish him for them.

Donatello was working on coding something when Mikey dropped by his room. Mikey pulled out his most carefree and upbeat voice. "Hey, Donnie?"

He didn't respond.

Mikey waved his arms and yelled, "Donnie!"

The softshell turtle paused his work. "Hm? Oh, hey, Mikey. Did you need something?"

"You know that vial of anti krang we all have?"

"You mean the serum we're supposed to keep in a safe and secure place at all times, the one thing standing in between us and another krang invasion. One of the only things we're required to keep track of and never misplace?"

Oh gosh this was going to be hard. "Yeah. I kind of…" Think of a lie, think of a lie. "Lost it." He cringed. "Any chance I can borrow yours?"

Donnie sat back from his work. “Michael, if you merely misplaced it, I can send Sheldon in to scan your room for it and—”

“No!”

Donnie blinked, taken aback by Mikey’s outburst. He had to think quick to recover.

“Every time I let Sheldon into my room, he always steals one of my comics and won’t give it back.”

Sheldon appeared after hearing the slander. “Hey!” He pointed a servo thingy at Mikey. “That was one time, dude.” A comic fell from his electronic shell. They all stared. Sheldon snatched it up again and flew off.

"I guess I'll look around my room again," Mikey said, rubbing the back of his neck. "But are you sure the other serums are in a safe place? No one can break in and steal them?"

"I assure you, dear brother, my safe locked behind three authentication codes, five ever changing seven-digit codes and twelve different motion sense lasers will not be broken into."

"Oh. Good." There goes his plan of sneaking out some extra serum. Looks like he was going to have to go old school.

Nearly every utensil in the kitchen was Mikey's. He was the one always buying new ones to make cooking a little easier or to whip up a dish in a way he couldn't before. The knives were the only exception. Dad had a nice, expensive set of knives that were gifted to him back when he was Lou Jitsu. They were the sharpest and the only ones his dad bothered to maintain.

Mikey considered taking a boning or a carving knife. They might be useful for what he needed to do. Maybe even a cleaver would work. But in the end, he settled on the utilitarian Chef's knife. It left him with more options.

The blade slid out of its holder with a metallic shwing. The light glinted off its tip. He could see his reflection within it. He looked scared and hesitant. His fingers tightened their grip and he clutched as a weapon and not a utensil. He had to be strong.

The krang almost looked scared when he returned. But the emotion its face was fleeting, soon replaced with annoyance.  "That is the most pathetic looking sword I've ever seen."

Anxiety over what he was about to do sent his heart thudding. He felt lightheaded and had to focus to not lose his nerve. "I think it's just the right size for you." He pulled the cage out and set it on the floor. "I'm going to give you one chance. Tell me what you did to Leo in the prison dimension."

"A krang never gives up intel. I've seen younglings that are more of a threat than you."

That sealed it. He couldn't back down now.

Mikey knelt down. Took in a couple of breaths. Then raised the knife and stabbed at the krang through the bars. It dodged. He pulled back and aimed again.

"You can't even aim right, you pathetic--" It screeched as the blade made contact.

He pulled the knife back again. There wasn't even any blood. He had only made a shallow cut. "Talk."

"Never."

He stabbed it again, this time making sure the knife sunk deeper. A few droplets clung to the blade. It still wasn't talking so he went for a third time. He pushed the blade even farther, wedging it back and forth so it opened a wound. It was so solid. Like cutting through a thick steak. It hissed, trying to grab the weapon from him. He yanked it away.

This wasn't working. He needed to cut it even more.

Mikey drove it into the krangs stomach, dragging down and slicing through its flesh. The krang cried out, a pathetic combination of anguish and pain.

His vision blurred and he realized he was crying. It didn't matter that it was a monster. It didn't matter that it would do even worse to him if it got the chance. All that mattered was that it was hurt and in pain so Mikey was hurt and in pain. He cursed his stupid empathy.

The creature wheezed, breathing hard. "I knew you didn't have the guts to go through with it."

He cried even harder.

 ***

It was a couple hours before he went out to interact with everyone again. They were skating around the ramp when he came out.

"Where ya been, Mikey?" Raph asked. "We missed ya."

"Cleaning your room hopefully," Donnie said, before pushing his skateboard down the ramp.

Mikey's heart stuttered. He stretched his arms out and faked a yawn. "Just been taking a nap. Super tired from last night, you know."

"Are you sure you're feeling okay, Mikey?" Raph asked, staying at the top of ramp with Mikey even as Leo came back up. "You've been acting kind of strange."

The world slowed. The sounds melted away until it was only Raph and him. He could do it. He could confess everything. He opened his mouth. "I just feel bad about ruining our fort."

The tension in Raph's shoulders melted away. "Oh. Is that all?" He reached over and pulled his little brother into a hug. "Don't worry about it, man. We'll build another one."

Usually, Mikey tried to avoid being affectionate with Raph. Over the years, he learned it only made Raph treat him even more like a baby, so he distanced himself. But it had been at least a couple days since he touched someone, much less hugged him, so the sudden warmth nearly made him cry all over again.

Donnie reached the top and skidded to a stop, picking up his skateboard. He glanced between the two of them. "Whoa, what did I miss in the 47 seconds I was gone?"

Raph rubbed the top of Mikey's head affectionately and this time he did pull away. "Mikey's been feeling down since the pillow fort got messed up."

Donnie sighed. "She was a thing of beauty. I can't blame him. Hey!" He called down to Leo, the only one skating now, right as he jumped to do a kickflip. "Did you finish Dad's cushion that Raph ruined yet?"

Leo turned his head abruptly at being called. The twist threw him off balance and he wiped out, landing hard on his left arm.

Everyone let out a chorus of horrified groans. Raph cringed. Donnie shook his head. "I keep telling him to pay better attention when he's skateboarding."

Terror lit like a flame in Mikey's heart. He slid down the ramp, stumbling a couple times and almost falling over before he got to him. "Leo? Leo!"

His brother laid still for a moment longer before struggling to sit up. "Ugh. I haven't messed up a kickflip that hard since I was seven." He looked back up to the others at the top of the ramp. "Thanks a lot, Donnie."

Donnie gave them a thumbs up.

"Leo, are you okay?" Mikey reached for his arm but Leo moved away. He waved Mikey off with his good arm.

"I'm fine. Probably won't even leave a bruise." Had he not felt anything?

"I still think we should at least look at it." He reached over, his fingertips only brushing the edge of Leo's glove.

"I said no!" Leo shoved him so hard and so suddenly Mikey fell backwards. The room was silent as Leo's words rang through the air.

Mikey was faintly aware that his palms were stinging from the harsh contact of the ground but all he could feel was fear. Leo looked at Mikey on the ground, then at his own hands as if they were foreign. His eyes swung around wildly. Scared.

"I'm sorry…I didn't mean to--" He cut himself off, running away. Retreating back into his own room.

Donnie and Raph slid down to their little brother. Raph helped him up. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Mikey shook. He turned abruptly on his brothers. "I told you something was wrong. Why didn't you guys believe me?"

Donnie, to his credit, looked shocked. Uncertain. Raph was grim. "Mikey, just because Leo lashed out one time doesn't mean we have to force him to talk about what happened back then."

Raph reached for Mikey, but he yanked his arm away. "Then what will it take, Raph? How many times does he have to break down before you realize that he is not okay?"

"I never said he was. All I'm saying is we need to wait for him to come to us."

"Waiting doesn't work!" He was raising his voice. Yelling. But he couldn't stop himself. Even though Raph was keeping his voice low and steady. That just irritated Mikey all the more. "Leo is never going to ask us for help because he doesn't know how!"

"Mikey. I know you think you know how to fix everyone but sometimes you can be wrong. Nobody has all the answers all the time."

"You know what? You're right." A dangerous energy crackled in his chest. He knew he should stop. He was going to go far. But the words gushed out of his gut like a river. "Nobody's right all the time. Especially not you guys. All of you like to baby me and treat me like I'm so freaking fragile when the reality is that you're the ones who are weak! You don't know how to deal with anything. I'm always the one that has to tell you how to communicate, that has to confront all the problems you want to ignore. I have to do everything for you because you're too stupid to figure it out yourself!"

He was crying. Sobbing. His frame rattled with each shaky breath he took. He couldn't bear to look up at them. Felt the heavy weight of their stare. Watching him lose his temper like a child. Before they could say anything more, he took off running. Retreating back into his own room.

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#I am so hardcore projecting onto them #Also Donnie is singlehandedly carrying all the comedy for this fic #rottmnt #krang pie #save rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt krang

[ducknotinarow]

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When Donatello made a mention of using Raph's blood for sample work he didn't question it all that much Donatello was always working on something and Raph didn't often mind giving him help. Once that blood had been drawn Raph was kind of curious so he asked. Donatello made mention that maybe they could use his blood with traces of the mind worm to make some sort of antidote. Sometimes Raph liked how factual his brother spoke it was a comfort at times but in that moment? he hated how factual Don's wording had been. Traces of the worm in his blood. Meaning that thing..was still inside of him?

Don didn't need anymore once he had a few to work with. Raph seemed a bit out of it Maybe he should ask Donnie? But they were already hard at work. So Raphael sort of just wander his way out of the lab, he was a bit of out of it looking down to his arm where the gaze covering the puncture hole was at. Ildy feeling over it when he finally looked up and around on the see Mikey was in the pit watching tv. Raph asked if Leo was around he wasn't though from what Mikey said, something about being with Splinter. Hmm okay that's fine, he thought about talking to Mikey for a moment but eh maybe not the best. No Raph was fine he didn't need to talk he should eat Donnie didn't take a good bit of blood after all. Somehow Raphael wound up in his room he didn't remember how that happened, as he breezed right past Young Savage's tank the tiny turtle sad because they wanted out and to be with Raphael. But they went unnoticed, only to lie back down with a sad expression aimed towards the larger turtle who just climbed on to his mattress.

Moving in to rest his shell up against the wall his bed sat by, drawing his knees back and against his plastron. Just about curling in on himself. As Raphael could feel a odd tingle hitting his wrists now. He looked his hands over as if he needed to inspect them feeling over his wrists soon taking in a deep breath as he tilted his head back to rest back on the wall. Raphael kept trying to like he'd be shown to do. Slowly in and out deeply, but it was like the air had been sucked out of his room.

That worm was still in him? That worm was still apart of him!?

The image in his mind was so clear. Strapped to a metal table, fastened down against it with that thing held in front of him. No matter how beg and scared and pleaded to Slash. Raphael started to shake as if the blood in his body was no longer working to regulate his body heat. No longer in his room he was on the table shirking back against metal trying to escape knocking his head back against it. A fear of bugs was already spiking when eyed that slimy worm wiggling in Slashes claws. Watching it's mouth open. Fuck Raph's chest was killing him now, mask was tugged down with Slash's free hand and Raph tired to turn away, jerk his head away. Anything no matter how pointless it was to keep that thing away from him. Tears started to roll down his cheeks, recalling hos tightly Slash grab as his face and turned him to look the worm drawing in closer and closer going towards Raphael's left eye. He froze as eyes grew wider and wider his breathing was getting out of control, hyperventilating. That worm was in him! He needed to get it out he needed to get it out of him!

He dropped his head to his knees, he was having a hard time getting control of his body to force that thing out of him again. To force himself to get sick and get it out! But then he noticed something burning warm was close. W-what was that? there was a smell too he knew that scent? yeah he knows that scent well but he can't place it for some reason? A hand lifted and reached out till finger tips brushed against something, soft? he pressed them forward there was something solid under it. He swears he hears something but he can't tell right now? He knows that sound? his hand shakes but he runs his hands up feeling something smooth now under his fingers. The warmth from it near burning the cold tips of his fingers. Again that sound but this time he can feel it. Peering up finally it took a moment for his eyes to even focus. Once more that sound vibrates under his touch and it's enough to draw him back, he knows that vibration.

"Case?" he managed to get out seeming to only know understand there was a person in general in front of him.

Casey slowly adjusts in Raphael's vision, Raph's just staring as if it didn't make a lick of sense right then and there. Confused just in general his breathing hadn't slowed and his chest was just killing him but he kept his fingers against Casey's throat. That were saying his name? Yeah that what that vibration was, slowly very slowly Raph stretchered out his legs on either side of the human. His other hand soon lifted as if he had no idea how hands even worked right now. Feeling over Casey's face like he never seen it before. The turtle pieced together as he felt over it again. He slowly moved in closer to them, letting his forehead rest against Casey's chest. That soft thing before must have been Casey's hoodie. Still so out of it as he let his hands feel over Casey's arms a moment. Still trying to understand what was going on. Fingers curled to hold to Casey. As he struggle out a sob. Words weren't working right now he just needed Casey to stay right there a moment.

His mind was a thick fog nothing made sense. He stayed like that a moment longer. Shaking like he was freezing. Fingers gripping hard onto Casey's arms, as he rested against their chest a moment. Seeming to coming down to reality. As he moved in closer to Casey things were slowly making sense again. His breath seemed to finally start to relax but his panic? not so much. He just kept attention on Casey figuring out they must have come into his room looking for him. Where they meant to hang out today?

"jus' - jus' gimme a second." He asked seeming to be doing a bit better as he slowly let go of Casey's arms having to pray his hold off of them. "I'm not okay Casey." he admits even if that was obvious, he told them before along with something else " I thought I had a handle on it but.. I jus' flipped out an' damn my ribs hurt like shit." Raph commented on a tad random in thought as his mind was still collecting thoughts right now. He suddenly snapped his eyes open reaching and pulling his mask down he hadn't let Casey see him with out lately. Exposing the scar around his eye from when he got that worm in his head. Letting Casey see it as he did he hadn't even thought about it he just had to be sure.

"Do you see it!" he asks panicked once again eyes are wide and fearful his breath starts to quicken once again. "Don said there were traces of it still. It's still in me Casey!" his mind was racing his panic was raising again he started to shake from fear this time. "If - if it's in me still he can still use it then 'ight?" Raph voiced the fear that sent him into that state he was in. "Fuck!" he yells a bit letting his head fall back against the wall uncaring how the slam throb pain into his skull just now. It was kind of on purpose forcing his mouth open to him getting that worm out again.

"it's all in my fuckin' head I know but- fuck why!? With all the shit before this?!" He might be looking at Casey but he's clearly talking to himself. Seeming to be bouncing back and forther from his panic and a somewhat sound mind " 've been turned into a fuckin' plant. body swapped with a kranng, a fuckin' squirrel was in my stomach once even! I frenched a damn bug even!" he lists off comparing "I get up and move on! so why is it this fuckin' thing that messin' with my damn head!" he breathes heavy as if Casey gonna have his answer. Raph serching Casey's eyes a moment as if they could tell him anything instead? He just finds that bit in Casey that he knows will listen to him. No matter what something dumb like how he likes Tylaor Swift's music to something important like he loves them. Raphael's face near crumbles and falls.

"it was so fuckin' easy for him to get in my head Casey." he meant shredder. He needed to say it it been eating away at him "I tried so hard to keep him out I did, really! but he got in there so easy anything he told me to do I did. His voice is still in my head sometimes!" He hadn't admit that to anyone. "tellin' me to do it to take 'em out. if that worms in me still even a little?" Raph was frantic there was no logic running behind his thoughts he was freaked there was no other way to put it. Before Casey can even have a chance to maybe even process what Raphael was admitting just now Raphael grabbed at Casey's shirt and pulled him forward so he could look at him. Fixing them with a grim stare.

"I can't hurt them Casey." Raphael tell them "Leo, Don or Mikey. Any of them. Any of you." Raph searching Casey face right now it so easy to tell he's saying this for a reason. "You have to stop me got it?" he lets that sit between them. "I mean it Case promise me! Promise me if Shredder can still get in my head and follow his orders that you will stop me. If I lose control and he tells me to end one of them again you have to put me down got it." Raphael wasn't panic he was worse, he was clam when asking this of Casey just now. "I get why Splinter always on my ass about my anger it's cause I'm like Shredder that's why he got to me so easily that has to be it." Raphael concluded. "I'm just as bad as he is he knew how to get ta me. I could 'ave killed Leo Casey. I would have killed Leo. I see it so clearly in my mind standing over him lifeless.." he closed his eyes needing to force the image out. "I can't do that..you can't let me do that Case please." he pleads fresh tears rolling down his face now. "Casey I don't wanna hurt anyone. I don' trust any one else with this. I trust you though. If it comes down to it." That's a lot to ask of anyone "ya gotta stop me no matter what it takes alright?"

Raph gave another tug but this time it was so he could bury his face into Casey's chest, his arms moving to hold around Casey firm and tight. "I know I know it's all in my head but..why this?" Because to Raphael there shouldn't be an issue here it was over it should be over so why did it get to him so much. "please just stay a bit longer." he said it so quietly near scared to ask. "I can' be alone 'ight now Case." he manages to shift a bit so he sit on to his knees, fingers gripped the back of Casey's hoodie tightly as if for a moment he thought they might leave him when he was like this. No one seen him like this though so Raphael wasn't sure he just needed Casey to stay till he finally calmed down again.

#muse| hamato rapheal #madamkezzie #aflockofffeathers #[ if you jump off a bridge its only cause i did first aflockoffeathers] #send emoji promt #panic attack meme #meme anaswers #stayed qeued #tw: blood mentioned #tw: truama #tw : death suggested #tw: trauma #(( You said Raph should talk to Casey after all uwu but also he dose appreciate casey giving him that space u-u but he dont want space now) #((also it not really like shown how it got in raph it may have like bored into the poor guys head I picked eye uwu mostly it made more #sense and cause eyes uwu his eye likely just as a bit of damange but otherswise was fine after. idk why im rambling bout this XD #I rewatched that clip a few times and needed to explain anyway yeah Raph's fucked up over this uwu))

[unluckilyimnot]

s/o skipping school || Tokyo Revengers

Synopsis: You get caught skipping class and they get your ass back to into it.

Characters: Mitsuya, Kokonoi, Takemichi, Nahoya (Smiley), Izana, Ran, Chifuyu

Tw: cursing (as always)

Note: I literally just saw a video about this and find it cute lol i choose some characters that feel like school is important for them

Mitsuya

On his way to his club's classroom during a break, Mitsuya has to pass in front of your class. Sometimes, when the door is still a bit open, he checks if he can see you and make fun of you later if you're sleeping. But this time he doesn't expect to see you this close. You were sneaking out of your class discretely just in front of him and you didn't even notice at first, too concentrated to not get caught by your teacher.

"y/n ?" You squeak at the sudden voice behind you. Turning around, you saw Mitsuya looking at you, trying to process the situation. You started to pray for your life. Not cause he's gonna be angry at you or anything, but he will nag you for hours tonight like he would do with his sisters. "You're not skipping class right ?"

"No, no at all," you tried to be the less weird possible but you knew you were fucked up.

"You are," the poor man sighs. "Get back in, now. You shouldn't skip school you know, come on." Slowly but surely, he pushes you back in your class just as discreetly as you did before. A delusional sigh left your lips before glaring at him but actually sat back to your place. Hating him to pass by at this moment.

Kokonoi

He would be so unbothered to see you sneak out of your class with your bag in your hands and a victorious smile. Happiness written on your face as you start to walk happily to the other end of the hallway. Koko rolls his eyes as he follows you for some meters before catching your arm and pulling backwards.

You gasp, fear that it's your teacher that sees you and, in that case, you'll end in detention again. But meet up with Koko's straight face and sigh in release.

"You scared me Hajime, I thought it was my teacher," you playfully said.

"He will know soon if you don't get back in there cause I will say him," simply said the man in front of you, slowly pulling you with him to the wooden door.

"Hajime pleaseee, I suck at history and really don't want to go !"

"I don't care, it's important so you go, that's it," he was so strict, you didn't even want to add anything because you knew it wouldn't work. He might be strict, but he's caring deep down so, before you get back in, he squeezes your hand as an encouragement and leaves you to your misery.

Takemichi

He may not be an example, but he still thinks school is important. But he also knows that he is taken out by Mikey a lot and is not in the best place to talk. Even with that, when he sees you leaving your class during the break, he couldn't help but catch your arm.

He was a bit embarrassed but it was too late now. Looking at him and bumping your head to the side to ask him what was wrong, you thought that his blush was really cute.

"You have class after, right ?" He carefully asked, making you roll your eyes.

"Not you too Takemichy," you whine, done with people saying you that. You already met Mitsuya who told you the same thing.

"If I'm not the only them maybe you should go ?" He never pushed you to go and honestly, it was working better that way rather than forcing. And you have to admit that his puppy eyes were working very well too.

"Aaah ok you win," you looked away for him to not see your blush. He smiled at you, sincerely happy to see you being serious, and honestly, his smile was worth the pain that you will endure for 2 hours.

Chifuyu

Chifuyu was casually reading between two classes when his eyes caught a sight that he's used to seeing. Leaving his manga and getting up to look through the door, he saw you passing by, his jacket on your shoulders and a bag of candies in your hands. Running to you, he catches your arm with a smile, surprising you.

"Can I have some ?" He sweetly asks to be polite but has already his hand in the bag. You nod anyway, you can share everything with him. Stopped in the middle of the hallway, you two were peacefully eating whe he noticed your bag on your side.

“You’re leaving ?” he said, pointing at your bag. You nod, like it was normal for you to leave this soon, really hopping that your kinda stupid boyfriend would fall fot it.

He did not. Chifuyu frowns, tilting his head. “But you have English class at this hour normally, and she’s there, I had her this morning-” he uttered before realizing what you were planning.

“You’re not skipping right ?!” Chifuyu questions with a dramatic gasp, making you facepalm. If only he was done there. He took your empty hand and started to get you back to your class before you could say anything, already nagging about how English is important when he himself hates it.

“Chiguyu~ leave me just for this time, I’m tired as hell and I will just fall asleep like, it’s useless,” you tried to defend yourself, but your stubborn boyfriend decided otherwise.

“You’re going, that's it y/n !” You whine at his words but you were already back in front of your class. “I hate you,” you mumble as you go back to your seat. He flashed you a big smile before kissing your cheek.

“I’ll treat you for an ice cream after school so you won’t hate me anymore, later !” he said before leaving the room while waving at you, blushing because he just did that in front of your friends.

Nahoya (Smiley)

He himself skips class but won't let you do it : the audacity. He's like "I can make it whenever I'm here or not, but you have to go." Regularly end up with you two meeting up in a hallway when you two have class initially.

You're always surprised even if it happens at least once a week. It's a routine at this point. And you always have a mini argument in low voice cause you can't get caught by some prof passing by or you're dead.

"Nahoya you can't just leave and tell me to get back to it, it's not fair !" You whisper-scream at him with frown eyes.

"Mikey needs me and you're the one helping me in the end," he talks back but smiling at you, knowing well you'll get back to it after his following words. "I need you to help me with this, please baby just today. I can't fail next time or my mom will kill me."

Gotcha. Your eyes soften after hearing that you could really help him with it and sigh in defeat. You felt dumb to fell for it but what could you say ? You don't want him to get told off by his mom. "Fine... I'll go."

Kissing your cheek instantly, Nahoya smiled at you before leaving with a sweet 'I love you'.

Izana

He is serious about your studies. More than you are.

If you could skip all the time, you would. But you have him behind you all the damn time and you just can't.

But still try tho. Too bad it's always when he doesn't have classes himself. Izana gets you almost every time.

Like, you would silently go out the door and he would be next to it, crossed arms and his best "Are you for real ?"

Yes, he scares the shit out of you all the time. No he would not stop if you don't first.

"You scared me Izana," you whine as you continue to walk like nothing happens. Hoping that he would let you go.

Never. Gripping your arm, he makes you turn around and go back straight in your class.

"Not in front of me, idiot. You're going, end of the discussion," he strictly says, walking inside with you. You were almost embarrassed to be treated like a child in front of your class but it was for your own good right ?

Ran

Ran knows that you hate your Japanese teacher and always want to skip this class. He understands that but you still need to go to some. So you two made a pact, saying that every two weeks you'll go and the other you can leave with him for the afternoon - cause he doesn't have classes. But he also knows that you're the type to cheat, but not in a dumb way.

You're gonna sneak out anyway for sure and so he plays dumb. Leaving like he wasn't aware of it. He waited for you in the corner of the hallway, arms crossed, waiting for you to run in front of him. It was ridiculous saying like this but you will do it, Ran knows it.

It doesn’t miss. A few minutes later, you passed almost running through him, perfect for Ran to grip your collar and pull you to him, making you gasp and fall on him. "You fucker-"

"You're the one cheating here baby," he smirks to you, knowing too well that you didn't have anything to defend yourself. You stay agap to his words, yes he was right but it's still frustrating.

"I really don't want to go, let me stay with you today pwease," you begged him to break but he shaked his head, already taking you back to your class, still holding the back of your collar.

"Nope, you won't have me this time. Plus you can't come today, I have stuff to do."

"I hate you," you sulk when he pushes you to the door.

"Yeah I love you two, you're coming home with me tho, see you baby !" Waving at you as he walked away, you swear to make him pay tonight.

I hope you liked it !

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagine #tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers hc #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu imagines #mitsuya imagines #mitsuya x reader #kokonoi x reader #kokonoi imagines #haitani ran x reader #haitani ran imagines #izana imagines #izana x reader #nahoya imagines #nahoya x reader #takemichi imagines #takemichi x reader

[redrobin-detective]

you want a revelation, some kind of resolution

Well this was one shitty creek of a situation he was knee deep in. Not that Jason tended to expect any better from the dumpster of his second life.

“Boss, what do we do?” Petey asked, his voice higher and squeakier than normal with fear. “We got Bats coverin’ us from all sides.”

“Just keep cool, I know how to take care of Bats,” Jason growled out trying to keep his skittish gang in line. Though it really wasn’t much of a gang at this point, since Jay had offed most of the major players and their associates. Right now the Red Hood Gang was just a bunch of snot nosed kids with issues, anger and whole lot to prove. That included their boss. 

“We got a bunch of ammo here, none of it armor piercing but it should provide enough cover for you and the youngins to scram,” Tristan said. He was actually the oldest of them all at 26. Jay didn’t want to admit how hard it was to resist the urge to fall in step behind him. He’d mentioned once he had 3 younger siblings, sometimes talking to him made Jason think of better times with Dick...

“I told you we were doing too much, too fast,” Marco spat as he hastily loaded up empty pistol magazines. “Now we got the whole goddamn Bat Circus waiting to pounce on us.”

“Nah, it ain’t the body count they’re pissed about,” Jason mumbled to himself as he did his own double checks and loosened himself up for brawl. 

Alf had helped him with his 8th Grade production of Macbeth, he’d played Banquo, and had told him to find the happy middle ground of drama, between dull and maudlin. In his grand revenge scheme of leveraging his memory to hurt Bruce, he’d definitely overshot the mark and gotten everyone’s blood up. Hence this very aggressive show of force of trapping them in their current safe house. Only something about this whole thing wasn’t right.

“What I want to know,” Jason, Hood, said as the hairs on the back of his neck tingled. “Is why we’ve had Bats on our ass for 8 whole minutes and not one of them has made an appearance.”

“Maybe they’re already in here, hiding y’know like they do,” Mikey piped up.

“No, I’d know,” Hood responded purposefully enigmatically as he tried to pinpoint what was throwing him off. Something was different. Something was wrong and he couldn’t say what... There was a polite but insistent knock on the entrance of the warehouse.

“They’re knocking?” Big Mike, completely separate from Mikey, gaped incredulously. Everyone else drew their weapons onto the entrance while Jason concentrated on the sounds of warehouse, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He heard the near silent creaks of footsteps on the roof but no one was using the distraction to break in. Had Bruce changed up his MO that much while Jay had been gone?

“Let me in, dipshit, it’s cold out here,” a voice came from the other side of the door. “You got a choice between me and a whole lot of angry Bats. Trust me, I’m prettier.”

“Fuck,” Jason swore, lowering his weapon as he thought about how to get out of this situation. He wasn’t ready for this, wasn’t sure if he’d ever be ready for this. “Back up gents, weapons up but if you fire the next shot is in your skull, capisce?” Behind his hood, he pursed his lips and glared at the closed door. “Doors open,” he called. “No Bats, just you.”

The door was opened casually, like their guest was walking into a party instead of a den of murders and thieves. He stepped with no trace of discomfort, opening and closing the door with his foot while his thumbs were looped through the beltloop of his jeans. Blue eyes scanned the area, his face was neutral but calculating as he took in Jay and his men. God his face...

“Hood,” the man nodded at him then the guys, “Gentlemen. How’s it going?” 

“He’s just a brat, lets ice him,” Booker growled, aggressively posturing with his pistol. The man eyed Booker with an amused half smirk, not moving from his comfortable slouch. He didn’t need to, all he had to do was open his mouth.

“Fucking cool it, that brat can take down Superman,” Jason hissed. His weapon was still deliberately pointed down at the floor. He was having trouble keeping eye contact with his former best friend, no way was he gonna aim a gun at him. “So the Bat realized he and his child soldiers couldn’t take me alone so he called in the big guns, huh?”

“Nice to see you too, Hood,” Billy Batson, grinned with too many teeth to mean it as anything but a threat. “And no, your Dad got a location on you and ditched the weekly early. Didn’t realize I followed till he about to break in. I convinced him to stay outside for a minute while we talked, like old times.”

“Batman’s your dad?” Petey squawked, lowering his weapon to gape over at Jason. The others guys mumbled amongst themselves while Jay just growled at Bill’s small, shit eating grin. Damn bastard knew he had all the cards which was why he was here in his human body and not as the big guy. Hell of a lot easier to shoot at an invulnerable god then his best friend in a beaten leather jacket.

“I’m adopted, not that it made much difference in the end,” Bill’s smile slipped a bit. “What do you want, B?”

“I want you,” Bill stated. “If your guys put down their weapons, I can keep the Bats off them long enough to let them escape but only if you come with me.”

“And why the fuck would I go with you?” Jay asked through gritted teeth. As if he didn’t drive to Fawcett after every major fight with Bruce. As if hadn’t felt completely safe flying high in the sky in Marvel’s arms. As if Bill wasn’t the last person he talked to before he left Gotham for the last time, a lifetime ago...

Bill’s eyes, a faded sky blue with little streaks of gold and brown in them, glared back at hood. Once upon a time, they’d had similar blue eyes but now Jason’s eyes were more green than blue. Just another thing separating them.

“Because I had to skip dinner hunting down your ass so you owe me.” Looking like an overconfident ass, and just a tiny bit cool, Bill walked past them and opened the back door. “Boys, weapons down and you’re free to go. Hood, grab your coat, it’s cold out and I’m way too pissed at you to be your cuddle buddy.”

XxX

Bill tried not to stare at Jason sitting across the table but it was hard. He’d missed his friend so much, wasted so much grief wanting him back even for a moment. And yet what was supposed to be a joyous moment was spoiled by the boiling anger he was barely keeping a lid on. Instead, he stared intently into his coffee as he stirred in more cream while Jason looked intently at the menu.

“It’s funny you’re studying that so hard when we both know you’re ordering a chili dog,” Bill said impatiently when he grew tired of the tense silence. Even Atlas’ stamina wore out at some point. Jay flipped the menu down and sneered at him and god for a moment it felt like old times. Except Jason was older, he had new scars Bill didn’t recognize and old ones that were simply gone. His hair had gone partially grey and his eyes were different but the freckles on his nose wrinkled the same way they always did when he was annoyed.

“Yeah, well maybe you don’t know me as well as you thought, short stack,” Jay sniped back. He had one arm stretched over the back of their booth and his legs sprawled out but there was a tenseness that said he was ready to run at a moment’s notice. Like he no longer trusted Bill anymore.

“Sorry I don’t look like a linebacker on venom,” Bill countered. Jay had always been a bit taller than him but not by much. But whatever had happened to him (the Pit Bruce had, he didn’t want to think about how much that had hurt) it took away all evidence of Jay’s rough childhood living. Bill, on the other hand, was still scrawny, his height small and his immune system shit. 

“You boys ready to order?” Their waitress, Marcy, asked with a gentle smile. 

“Yes Ma’am, I’ll have some of your 24 hr breakfast with a ham and cheese omelet extra cheese and home fries. Jay?” 

“2 Chili dogs,” he grumbled, handing over the menu even as Bill hid his smile in his coffee cup. “How’d you get B off my ass?”

“I work alongside him on the team. He knows when to push me and when not to, he knows that he owes me,” Bill replied with a shrug before setting his coffee down. “Jason,” he sighed, “what the hell are you doing?”

“Oh shove off with your holier than thou shit,” Jay growled, turning to face out the window. They both knew that Bruce and most likely the others were casing the place but, for now, they were out of sight. “You don’t know what I’ve been through, what that man did to-”

“Then maybe you should tell me,” Bill frowned, gripping his cup. “Maybe instead of announcing your return with a duffle bag of heads you could’ve come to us and we’d have helped you get your shit together.”

“B-”

“Almost broke when you died,” Bill cut him off. “Jay I don’t know what you think happened but we almost lost him. If it weren’t for Tim,” Jason’s eyes turned menacingly dark so Bill diverted. “Jesus Jay, I took a leave of absence for almost a month. I never had many friends, losing you, it was like the world dropped out underneath me.”

“Yeah, well you recovered real well,” Jason huffed, leaning over the table to clench and unclench his fists. “Everyone moved on.”

“Did you think the whole world would stop for you?” Bill accused with a scoff. “Grow up, it may have felt like my world died but there were still villains to be foiled, civilians who needed saving. We moved on because the only other option was to dig a grave right next to yours. God knows Bruce did his damndest to do just that.”

“Here ya go, loves, give me a shout if you need anything else,” Marcy said, depositing their meals. Despite having had food security and his own money in his pocket for years, the sight of a full plate before him still gave his heart a little skip. He wondered if Jay remembered the feeling or if he’d forgotten that too.

“Whatever, you don’t get it so I don’t want to talk about it,” Jay grumbled, hunching over and biting into his hotdog. “The fuck you been up to, outside of capes?”

“Got my GED because the League of Babysitters were breathing down my neck. I do odd jobs here and there, whatever I can get with flexible hours. I’m thinking of doing online classes at Fawcett CC to get my degree in social work.” Jason paused for a moment before continuing to devour his dog. Bill, who learned better manners on the streets, ate like a normal human being. 

“You’d be good at that,” Jay said as he polished off the first hotdog. “I thought I might do that, back in the day.”

“I know, we talked about it,” Bill nodded, “can’t say I wasn’t thinking about that when I started filling out applications. There’s a memorial case for Robin in the Cave, a Library in Gotham named after Bruce Wayne’s son but I wanted the memory of Jay, my idiot friend, to carry on too.”

“Bill,” Jay heaved out a heavy sigh. “Why am I here?”

“In this diner? on this side of the veil?” Bill questioned, “can’t really answer the second one but as for the former, maybe I just wanted to watch my best friend make a slobbery mess out of chili dogs again.”

“I ain’t your best friend,” Jason said grabbing his second hotdog.

“Fuck you, yes you are. You never stopped being my best friend which why I’m so mad I could scream at you for the shit you pulled. I can see being mad at the world, I can even see why you’re mad at Bruce but me, Jay?” he asked, not disguising his hurt. “I had to hear about you coming back from a League debrief as Marvel. Had to go a whole shift being calm and composed before I could change back and completely fall apart.”

“The hell was I supposed to say?” Jay asked a bit too loudly. Marcy glanced over at them from across the diner. “I’m not, fuck, I’m not that snot nosed kid anymore who thought being a hero gave him magic. He died and I’m the one who crawled into his carcass and came back. Those times we had were good but they’re gone.”

“Well that’s up for me to decide, isn’t it?” Bill said with a bite of his potatoes. “So as your former and current best friend, it is my duty to tell you that you need to get your head out of your ass. Stop doing stupid shit to piss people off and do things that will actually help you because you know what? I’m not the same person you left either. You’re not special, you’re just as mortal as the rest of us.”

“Says you,” Jason snorted. He reached over and grabbed Bill’s coffee and took a swig. “You still take your crap coffee the same, drowned in cream with not a drop of sugar.”

“And you still can’t buy your own coffee and order it how you want,” Bill said with a smile, stealing it back. The atmosphere was good, calm and silent as they finished their dinners

“I’m not going back with B,” Jason said quietly. 

“I figured,” Bill nodded as he signaled Marcy for the check.

“And I’m not stopping what I’m doing in Gotham, cleaning out the filth the way Batman never could,” Jay growled resolutely.

“I don’t agree with your methods, never will. I won’t be complicit to your demons but I will be your friend. Just think about what it is you want, Jay, that’s all I ask. Oh and keep in contact this time, asshole,” he scribbled his address and phone number on one of the napkins. “Come by anytime but leave the hood at home or you’ll have to deal with the other guy.”

“Shit you’re tougher than him any day,” Jason said, shoving the napkin roughly in his jacket before standing up. “It’s been - Good to see you again, Bill. I missed you.” He stuck out a fist which Bill bumped in return.

“Not as much as I missed you. Take care of yourself, Jason and try to imagine my disappointed face next time you think about killing someone.” 

“Won’t need to imagine, I’ll see it myself when I come to check out your digs. Now I gotta avoid a whole host of flying rodents, see ya,” he said with a lazy, backward wave as he left via the back entrance. Feeling full and content, Bill waited patiently for the check.

“Oh baby, you’re all settled up,” Marcy said as she swung by the table. “Your friend gave me a 50 while I was seating you.” She chuckled and refilled his coffee. “Stay as long as you like and if I were you, I’d keep that friend. He’s a good one.”

“Don’t I know it,” Bill cheered, raising his mug in appreciation as he sipped the hot coffee. It was starting to rain outside but Bill was in no hurry to leave. So he sat at his booth and enjoyed his second cup while basking in the glow of a right wronged. No matter how far astray he went, Jay was still Jay. Bill didn’t need the Wisdom of Solomon to tell him that he just had to wait for Jason to come around. 

#billy batson #jason todd #wow ok wow this just came out #i swear I was just gonna do the gang confrontation #i couldnt get Jason warning his members that some skinny brat could defaet superman out of my head #and then there were feelings! #at some point it dribbles bc I let my mind go blank and just started typing #just let the characters tell me what to say #i still have special feelings about Jay and Billy's friendship #and how Jay coming back affects it #Bill never can and never will agree but he can see the grey and still be there for Jay #still the optimistic lovable fool after all this time #adult billy also gives me feels #like fuck yeah that kid deserves to grow up and not feel so scared and unable to save himself #he pulled himself up and he'll drag Jason to his redemption by his hair if he has to #i have so many emotions Im going to lie in the rain and die see ya #oh title is from No Light No Light by florence + the machine #every lyric is so post resurrection jay and billy i could scream