#Reunite

[underthetree845]

chuuya taking his hat off to hide when he kisses his partner 🤭

Hello saturn lovely! Sorry this took me so long to finish TwT I love the prompt, but as you know writer's block hit me kinda hard the second semester of school so over the summer I've been trying to get back into the swing of posting once in a while!

Hope you enjoy <3 thank you for the request! _

Kiss Me Hard Before You Go

Nakahara Chuuya/Reader (oneshot request)

cws: fem! reader, established relationship, bungou stray dogs s5 spoilers, meursault arc spoilers, fluff, hurt/comfort kinda? there was a little hurt, reuniting, airport reunion, ada dazai, reader cries about 2.5k words summary: Chuuya disappeared on a business trip for three whole days with no explanation- and no one would tell you why. Now he's returned to japan and back in your arms. a/n: This is my last fic for the summer before school starts aaa qwq I'm glad I was able to finish it before the semester starts though! *sigh* am I really incapable of writing something like this without accidentally creating so much plot? Anyways, hope you enjoy! <3 divider credit: (x) (x) ‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹ Chuuya had never considered himself to be a very possessive man; or a possessive boyfriend, for that matter. Protective, sure, but how could anyone expect him not to be? He understood, probably better than most, the risks that came with even so much as associating with a person in his position. It made Chuuya’s stomach churn unpleasantly to even imagine putting you in any sort of danger, so he used his position (along with the power and assets that came with it) to take certain preventative measures. The penthouse you shared was equipped with state of the art security, a technological system truly fit for an executive of the Port Mafia. Additionally, in case you ever needed to travel long distances without him, Chuuya often kept a trusted chauffeur on call. This individual also happened to be a professionally trained underground bodyguard of his personal selection. Even so, Chuuya knew you had a good head on your shoulders. He trusted that you would try to keep yourself out of trouble, or call for him at the first sign of it. It didn’t matter if he was on the road, halfway through a private meeting, or in the middle of pummeling down an enemy organization. Chuuya had always been a man with his priorities set straight. Not even Mori’s notifications were set to come through on silent mode. Coming home to you at the end of the day, allowing you to soothe away the crease between his brows, your voice uttering sweet nothings against the shell of his ear. You had become his lifeline, irreversibly carved your name into every cell of his body. He’d do anything to erase your pain, and it was making his heart break more than anything to know that he was the cause of the salty tears now streaming over your lash line. Chuuya did his best to hold back an ‘oof’ when you threw your frame into his own, burying your sobs in the crook of his neck. He was immediately overwhelmed with the scent of your perfume, the familiar feeling of your body against his own, the softness of the sweater you wore, and the glimmer that never seemed to escape your eyes. The red colored contacts from earlier had given Chuuya one hell of a headache, which only added to the pressure from taking off and being stuck in one of the mafia’s smallest private jets with the most insufferable jackass he’d ever met and some hair dye obsessed casino manager passed out on one of the couches. Chuuya’s gloved fingers almost trembled as they gripped the fabric of your shirt. He lifted a hand to cradle the back of your head while the other remained planted firmly on your lower back.

Sakaguchi Ango, if Chuuya remembered correctly, stood a few yards away. He simply observed the situation from afar, as if he dared not insert himself into the scene. A government agent whom Dazai used to maintain his connection with the outside world. Ango stood with one hand folded neatly over the other behind his back, the faint ghost of a smile residing behind his glasses as he watched Dazai reunite with his fellow agency members. The brunette walked on a crutch, but the uncharacteristically tired look in his eyes brightened ever so slightly when he was swarmed by his coworkers. Chuuya continued to hold you close, patiently waiting for your sobs to die down enough for you to be able to speak coherently. He loosened his grip slightly, removing one of his leather gloves behind your back and bringing that same hand up to cup your face. A whisper of your name left his lips, and your teary eyes finally refocused to meet the warmth of his own. “Chuuya… how could you just leave?” your voice cracked; he could see the hurt in your eyes. Guilt crept into his chest, eyebrows knitting together as you subconsciously leaned into his palm. This was exactly the sort of thing Chuuya promised himself he’d never do. You were the absolute number one priority in his life. There was no doubt in his mind; he didn’t want there to be any doubt in yours either. “I know, Doll, ‘m sorry, it was never my intention…” he muttered, allowing you to rest your hands on his chest. “I know that’s a shit excuse, but I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” A beat of silence passed, the indistinct chatter of the agency fell on deaf ears as you zoned in on the man in front of you. His breath, the way his eyes searched your expression, how you could once again feel the warmth of his skin against your own. “You’re not hurt, are you?” your voice was pricked with concern, hands gentle as you cupped his jaw and turned his head from side to side. Chuuya let out a breath, fondness flickering in his irises at your concern. “Barely a scratch,” he murmured, and you seemed to accept his answer. “Chuuya,” you started, and his gaze locked onto yours. He voiced your name in response. “I need you to promise me something, please?” “Anything.” 

You bit your lip. Your mind told you it was a selfish request. You understood, probably better than most, how unpredictable your boyfriend’s line of work could be. But you had accepted it as an adequate price to pay for his love when the two of you started seeing each other, even more so when you moved in together. He was yours, you believed it with every fiber of your being. Chuuya had told enough stories of his old work partner for you to gather that the two had never exactly been the chummiest of pals. So the fact that they cooperated for this mission must’ve meant that it couldn’t have been a minor dilemma. You understood why Chuuya made the decision he did, and that it was probably just as difficult on him. Albeit, that didn’t make your feelings any less real. Your heart reminded you of the unconditional love and comfort that Chuuya always offered you. You knew he’d never intentionally hurt your feelings, especially not without talking it out and making up for it in some way afterward. “Doll…?” he barely breathed, giving you all the space you needed to voice what was on your mind. You took a deep breath. “Don’t… please don’t scare me like that again,” your voice wavered as you spoke, “Everything on the news is scary. And every time I watch it all I can think about is the fact that you’re out there.” You took a moment to glance at the group of Armed Detective Agency members on the airport runway to your left. One of the so-called terrorists you heard about on the news stood amongst the group about ten feet away from where you watched. The world was confusing, and scary, but there was a certain security in your heart that told you as long as you had Chuuya by your side, everything would be okay. “First you’re leaving before sunrise and staying out late on special missions, and I get it, I really do…” you felt a lump beginning to form in your throat, threatening to make you choke over your words, “but then you just leave on a business trip to Europe without so much as a ‘goodbye, I’ll be home soon’? And I have to find out from a call from your boss? I didn’t- I still don’t understand what’s happening. Do you know how scared I was? That I might not ever see you again?” Chuuya’s thumb swiped away the teardrop that ran down your cheek, his eyes trailing over your expression. “You’re right, it’s not fair… I don’t think I could ever apologize enough,” he began, his hold on you tightening slightly, “All that I can ask is for you to understand. I can explain everything to you when we get home. And I promise, I’ll do my best to not leave you in the dark so suddenly. It was an urgent mission, but it must have been scary. You’ll never have to feel like that again, not if I can help it.” Chuuya’s face softened, the corners of your lips curving up slightly at his sincerity as he cupped your cheek. “Shit… you deserve so much better.” You stood there for a moment, just breathing. Soaking in each other’s presence as your heartbeat gradually fell back to its usual pace.

“My my, Slug, is this the lovely lady you were so eager to get back to?” a voice chimed from your left, and you turned your head to face the man at the same time Chuuya snapped his head in that direction. Your boyfriend clicked his teeth, pressing your body closer to his own. “What’s it to you, huh, Dazai?” Chuuya was clearly trying to suppress his irritation. He was doing especially well, considering the fact that he had been holed up next to Dazai on an airplane for the past fourteen hours. “I’m just trying to acquaint myself,” the man went on, a grin playing on his lips despite Chuuya’s glare, “As a responsible owner, I should at least make sure my dog is in good hands.” You tilted your head slightly, and Chuuya sucked in a breath. “You’re treading on some pretty thin ice, Mackerel,” he growled through gritted teeth, “Watch what you say around my girl.” The taller man only took a step forward, his eyes glittering in amusement, a sharp contrast to the hollowed out, almost dead look he carried earlier. “Oh? Holding back your more vulgar language around the lady?” Dazai hummed with mild intrigue, “Perhaps my dog is being well taken care of.” You simply stood and watched with intrigue, the interaction clearly more complex than distinguishable at first glance. Despite their constant verbal jabs and ostentatious insults toward each other, there was a sense of familiarity between the two that was almost palpable to you. They bounced off each other, knowing exactly which buttons to press and which ones to avoid. It was probably a welcome change of tone in contrast to what they had just been through. Your gaze flickered between the two once more, and you couldn’t help but notice how the tension in Chuuya’s shoulders had been released. “Dazai-san?” your voice was level, and both of the men fell silent to give you their attention. You looked at your beloved, then to his ex-partner, then Chuuya, then Dazai again. Mirth swam in your eyes. “I want to thank you for making sure Chuuya was able to return home safely today. Truly, I cannot thank you enough.” You gave a slight bow of your head, and Chuuya looked like he wanted to protest. For once, Dazai didn’t immediately produce a response; he fell silent at your sentiment. This time, a gentler smile curved onto his lips. “Please spare me, Miss,” Dazai began, “Truth be told, I don’t believe I could have made it out without Chuuya’s help either.” The redhead raised his eyebrows. "I'm passing him into your capable hands now. I trust you’ll take good care of him?” Dazai seemed satisfied with the chuckle that slipped from your throat. “You have nothing to worry about,” you replied, “And I trust that your detective agency will treat you well?” “They always have.” Chuuya let out a breath, sharing a look with his partner before turning to face a black passenger vehicle that had pulled up a short distance away. Tinted windows that prevented anyone outside from peeking in; glass, body, and tires that were all bulletproof. It was one of the mafia’s. 

“C’mon Dollface, we should get going. Don’t wanna be here when the press shows up, and the boss is probably dying for me to give him a call,” Chuuya nodded his head in the direction of the car; you brought your hand up to give a small wave to Dazai and the handful of agency members further away who glanced in your direction. You let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding in, allowing your head to rest on Chuuya’s shoulder as you made your way to the car. You felt like you could finally breathe properly again. The door unlocked with a quiet click. Chuuya swung open the door of the vehicle with his non gloved hand and stepped aside to allow you to enter first. “...Chuu?” you started quietly, taking a step closer to where he stood. “Hm?” he raised an eyebrow. You placed your hands loosely on the back of his neck, fingers intertwined; Chuuya responded by resting his hands on your hips, listening intently.  You could have held more of a grudge. He disappeared overnight without a word, and no one would tell you why. You’d been on edge for three days straight. Hardly even sleeping through the night as you kept up with the news almost obsessively, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. To be able to hold Chuuya close again so easily felt almost surreal. A soft smile creeped into your expression, the corners of your eyes crinkling as you tilted your head to the side. Chuuya’s breath stilled. “I’m just…” you paused for a moment, your voice pouring with sincerity, “I’m really glad you’re back, and that you’re safe.” Chuuya paused for another moment, studying you carefully as an equally tender look came to his face. He glanced to the side for a moment, and let out a disgruntled huff upon discovering that Dazai’s head was still tilted in your direction; he kept a curious eye on the situation from several meters away. Your boyfriend pursed his lips for a moment before snaking one of his hands further around your waist. He plucked his pork pie hat off the crown of his head, and before you had the chance to realize what was going on, you were already being gracefully tilted backwards, forcing your hands to grip onto the lapel of Chuuya’s jacket for support. Everything seemed to still the moment he slotted his lips into yours, holding his hat up to act as a shield from certain prying eyes. You didn’t hesitate to pull him in closer, your lashes fluttering shut as you savored what you felt like you had been missing for an eternity. Chuuya’s eyes were shut in concentration, his heart thrumming with delight at the familiar sensation of your lips molded against his own. Chuuya didn’t pull away until you were both light-headed from the lack of air. Cheeks flooded with warmth, looking at each other as if you were the only two people in the entire world. “I missed you so fucking much, you know that?” Chuuya’s voice was low as he brushed his thumb over your cheek. The two of you stood straight, lingering in each other’s embrace for a moment longer. Chuuya lightly tossed his hat inside the car and once more gestured with his arm out for you to enter first. The satisfied smile on his lips morphed into one of slight perplexion when you didn’t show a reaction, raising your fingertips to brush over your lips. “Chuuya?” you questioned, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He replied with your name, all the more puzzled when you let out an incredulous chuckle. “Since when are your teeth so sharp?” 

‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹ a/n: Thank you so much for reading! Have a day/night/morning/evening as lovely as yourself. tagging: @judasgot-it (I noticed that I wrote down that I agreed to tag you for chuuya fics but I can't seem to remember why?? TwT please tell me if this is incorrect! Thank you <3)

[lasseling]

Melania Trump Urges Americans To Reunite After Assassination Attempt On Her Husband

The former First Lady Melania Trump has released a statement calling on Americans to unite immediately in the wake of the failed assassination attempt of her husband Donald Trump.

[acknowledgetheabsurd]

Deep down, deep inside me, I always kept, naturally, the certainty of finding you again; otherwise how else could I have endured those long dreary hours that passed, that slipped mercilessly in their frantic course and before which I stopped, stupid and terrified?

Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, February 6, 1950 [#173]

[justkillingthyme]

A misunderstanding is cleared up, and Theodore is offered a place to stay.

[that-lazy-teenager]

one direction reuniting can fix me

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Reunite- Luke Alvez (1)

Pairing: Luke Alvez x Reader

Characters: Luke Alvez

Warnings: N/A

Request: Wattpad- I was wondering if you could do one for Luke Alvez. One where the reader used to be a part of the BAU but left because her and Garcia didn’t get along. (Garcia was being nosy about her abusive childhood)!So when she leaves she becomes a lawyer and takes Spencers case. When they’re working on his case Luke realizes how much he missed her and then comes to the conclusion that it’s because he loves her. Could you also make it so that Spencer doesn’t go to jail because the reader is a really good lawyer who has never lost a case.

Word Count: 581

Author: Charlotte

Your path had been winding and you hadn’t taken a straight line to becoming a lawyer. It had always been your goal to be a defence lawyer, but many other things took your interest and gave you something else to bring joy into your life before you returned back onto the path of your legal career. Your past career with the behavioural analysis unit in the FBI was what led to your current case. You worked with that team for five years and it became like your family, but you ended up having to move on and it had been nearly a decade since you last worked with them.

Over the years you had kept in contact with the team, so when they needed the best lawyer for one of their own, you were their first choice. You had met with your client and then headed over to the office to reunite with the rest of your team and discuss what you could. It felt weird having to get a visitors badge to enter the place you spent most of your life for half a decade, but you were glad to be back, even just as a friend. Everyone was in the meeting room, waiting for you.

“Y/N,” JJ smiled as soon as she saw you, even though you could see her eyes were tired and pained. She wrapped you into a warm hug.

You happily reunited with JJ, Emily, Rossi and Garcia before being introduced to Tara and Stephen, attention then falling upon the last person in the room.

“And this is-“ Emily started but you interrupted her.

“Luke Alvez,” you smiled warmly. “It’s been a long time.”

Emily cocked an eyebrow at you. “You know each other?”

You knew he would be there, but you still felt a flutter in your chest from seeing him. It had been so long since you had last seen each other and you were pretty sure none of your emotions had changed.

“We were in the army together,” you said, trying not to let how you felt appear upon your face. “He was my superior.”

JJ paused for a second, memories of previous conversations coming back quite quickly. “That superior?”

You nodded your head, before she gave Luke a knowing look. You had told her and Emily a lot about when you had previously known Luke, but as you never told them his name and you didn’t think they would ever meet, you never questioned it.

“You’ve changed a lot,” he said, looking you over.

“Says you, Alvez, you’ve aged like a fine wine.”

It didn’t take a genius to see the way that the two of you looked at each other, and even you weren’t blind to the man’s expression.

“I don’t mean to interrupt,” Emily smirked. “But how wow was Reid when you saw him this morning.”

You pried your eyes away from Luke to turn your attention back to the reason you were there.

“He’s holding in there. He’s always been strong, and I wish I could see him and the rest of you under different circumstances. This isn’t going to be easy, but I hope the prosecution’s case is as weak as it seems, and that his memories will come back in our favour,” you sighed. “He says he is innocent and I believe him, I just wish that would be enough.” “Thank you for coming back to help us,” Emily smiled. “Anything you need, just let me know.”

[medikits]

A Mission to Reunite

~A Kakashi and Kira rp~

@hatredcurse

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Kira was late, and it was very unlike her. Despite her requesting that Kakashi would specifically be her escort, she was nervous, and finding ways to procrastinate seeing him up until the last moment.

This morning, she'd showered and gotten ready with a knot in her stomach. Brushed out her hair smooth and placed it in her usual ponytail with a bow to adorn the top with an anxious sigh. She'd never officially said that she would distance herself from him after ANBU, but she did all the same. While she was half sure he likely didn't even notice it or chalked it up to her being busy, (and in fairness, she was) really, it had been deeper than that.

Now she was going to see him again. Not in passing, but really spending time together again. Only instead of being on a mission as partners like the old days, it would be with her as his client.

Her request to the hokage to leave the village but retain citizenship, as well as to ask him to spare a Jonin of Kakashi's caliber for a journey that in all likelihood, she could have handled on her own, was more of a favor done out of respect for her service to the village rather than actual necessity. That, and her asking for the details of her leave to be kept a secret. She was never good at goodbyes anyway.

Wearing civilian clothing, a light pink kimono with a flower pattern adorning the bottom, and her signature ribbon in her hair, she hurried across the dirt road in her shinobi sandals with her backpack jostling on her back.

I shouldn't have waited until the last minute.

Would he have already been debriefed? Would she find him already waiting by the south gate? Or perhaps the hokage would leave it to her to explain the mission herself. It wasn't as if she couldn't be trusted to do so, after all.

She wondered if Kakashi might be annoyed to see her, or even hate her. Well, that was probably her anxiety talking. Still, she couldn't help but somewhat fear the worst.

Finally, as she made her way closer to the gate, she paused for a moment. Wondering if she should really do this. Maybe she could just go by herself. No use in wasting his time.

But then, she closed her eyes and searched her heart for her true feelings.

I... want to see him again. One last time, good or bad.

With that resolve, she opened her eyes and made her way through the crowds of the busy village and towards the gate, her eyes searching for that familiar fluffy white hair.

[fidenciojesusfan92]

Nicktoons x Hasbro: Crossover Heroes

Optimus Prime, Jenny Wakeman XJ-9, Danny Fenton/Danny Phantom and Twilight Sparkle (Transformers x My Life As A Teenage Robot x Danny Phantom x My Little Pony: The Worlds Collide)

[chaoticsorceressztc]

We need more of the horror that is Phantump lore. Some of them, according to the Pokedex, are children who died lost in the forest. Need more where siblings reunite and one is a Phantump depression and coping with it.

[victorhuntthesadisticop]

Coming at a Goodtime//Edmund+Victor

For tracking purposes from this @edmund-elofsen

"Hey, now Rottie has always been with me he has just gotten bigger since I've been training him." It was good to see a familiar face again and a good dear friend, well a friend to him at least. They have done some shady business together when he first started out as a cop getting his first experience in the workforce. He raised a brow when Edmund mentioned a collar. "A collar? Am I supposed to wear one?" He touched his neck before shrugging his shoulders. "I just applied and I guess I applied for the right one. So the letter I got said that students are slaves? Are you a slave?"

The dog parks as he runs around Edmund trying to get his attention wanting pets really badly. "And you seem to be having fun with all that blood that's covering you. Got any room for me to join in~?" He asked as he wiggles his fingers with a few electricity floating around his hand. "Im itching to have some fun~"

[ceiling-karasu]

New Chapter of Lily Bell in the Thorn Thicket

[mamangasick]

My Broken Mariko

Waka Hirako

[skylarmoon71]

Rapheal - (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) - Chapter 6 Final

The morning can’t come soon enough. Raph waits anxiously for your arrival. He’d insisted on picking you up, but you’d told him you wanted to get there on your own. So you could memorize the path. Even promised that if you got lost you would contact him. The second you're there, his brothers begin teasing when you turn your back. He just sends a deadly glare as he leads you away.

Partly to get rid of his brothers and spend time with you.

When he opened the door, your eyes marveled at all the explosive posters. He closed the door with a proud little smile.

“Awesome aint it.” You nod excitedly.

“Your room is very cool. “

You praise. Taking a seat on his bed, you bask in the feeling of being here. Raph’s eyes settle on you. Internally he’s ecstatic. Because he never dreamt that he would see you again. When he’d given you reassurances that day, it was more to comfort him. Because he would have preferred to never leave your side.

“I tried looking for ya.” Raph states. Your gaze moves to him.

“Kinda weird but I kept going back to the water cause I thought it would send me some kinda sign. Then I used one of Donnie’s hacker crap but I couldn’t figure it out.” He rubbed the back of his head taking a seat next to you, and that smile on your face brightened.

“I looked for you too.” You directed your gaze at your lap bashfully.

“I sort of ran into the same problems. When Vincent placed me in witness protection I tried to sneak a peek at her files. But there was nothing on you or your brothers. It made sense. She’s pretty protective of you guys too. You were right. She kept me safe. When I turned twenty she gave me a choice. They'd' finally disbanded the smuggling operation, so I was free. They gave me everything I needed for a fresh start, so I came to New York. I guess the universe knew. Or maybe she did. When I told her where I wanted to study, she just smiled at me and encouraged me to go after it.”

Vincent had been hoping you would find them.

You were kicking your feet back and forth.

“You saved my life Rapheal.”

He objected, but you looked up at him with those eyes that always seem to pierce him right through his chest. After his conversation with Vincent, he’d learned that you’d been kidnapped for approximately six months. When you disappeared from the orphanage, no one had even batted an eye. They’d just assumed you’d run away again. Raph would never know the pain you endured, because he’d been with his brothers all his life. Those few weeks away made him realize just how grateful he was for family. Because the second he was taken, they all dropped everything and spent every waking moment searching for him.

Raphael.

The one who constantly yelled about going out on his own. Giving his older brother a hard time for being the leader. Pushed around his younger brother when he made ridiculous comments or teased Donnie for being a dork. All those little things had been guaranteed in his life until that day. He was beyond grateful for his life.

Grateful now, for you.

“I’m glad that I was able to help you (Y/N).”

He did so much more.

“R-Raph..”

You looked away for a moment, fiddling with your fingers. He was a bit confused on why.

“What’s up?”

“D-Do you have a girlfriend?”

That was not the question he was expecting. He almost choked at the insinuation.

“I-I just saw a picture of you with this really beautiful woman. Y-You’re so tall and strong and kind that I figured it would be really easy for someone to fall in love with you.” You wouldn’t look his way.

“I aint got a girlfriend.”

There was no hesitation. Raph figured then that you must have seen the photo of April in his room. You finally chanced a look, and Raph almost laughed at how hopeful you looked. It was cute.

“R-Really?”

“Of course. Ya aint got a boyfriend, do ya?”

You shook your head vigorously. Raph smirked. This side of you is effortlessly adorable.

You nimble on your lip, and Raph finds himself a bit entranced. When you catch his stare, he coughs, looking away.

“A-Anyway I should probably give ya the rest of the tour.” He looked ready to bolt, and you took his hand, halting him before he could get too far away.

“I’ve always wanted to kiss you Rapheal..”

He gulps. He’d told himself not to be too hasty. He cared for you. Raph already promised himself that he would protect you, even if it was from himself.

“I’m not exactly the most affectionate guy.” He muttered. He knew his faults. Affection was lost to him. He realized in a crisis he was a lot more honest.

Now you looked a bit weary, like you’d crossed a line.

You were possibly just as embarrassed as him, but you hid it well. There was a hopeful twinkle in your eyes. Raph closed his eyes to try and ground himself.

“I know people say that when you’ve gone through a trauma with someone, that a bond forms. It’s not healthy. Usually never lasts..”

He knows that being this vulnerable is hard for you. It’s hard for him.

“If it were that simple, then I would have forgotten about you the second you left.” Your eyes lift, and Raph takes a step forward.

“Since you’ve been gone you’re all I’ve been able to think about. I ain’t an expert at this feelings shit, but I know if it were nothing, then losing ya wouldn’t have been so hard. “ Your lips begin to quiver.

“I want you to be with me all the time.” You confess. Raph just smiles.

“Took the words right outta my mouth.” One more step, and he’s so much closer. But he doesn’t move too quickly. He wants to be sure that this is what you want. Because it’s what he needs.

“Can I-” you nod eagerly, closing your eyes. Raph just looks at you for a moment, a smile on his lips. You’re a nervous wreck he can tell from the way your hands drop to your side. Your lips are slightly puckered. He wasn’t sure how one person could be this cute. You peek an eye open after what feels like an eternity. Raph has yet to make a move.

“R-Ra-”

He claims your lips, and you squeak. Pulling you into his body, he can hear the soft hum from your throat as you melt into him. Raph is content with the response. Your fingers rest lightly on his chest as he delivers each soft, longing kiss. There’s not much he can ever hope for in life. Because this situation used to feel unrealistic. He never expected that he would be the one to find love like this first. His entire personality was a bit standoffish. But when he looks at you, he feels like a different person.

It’s all so warm.

You part for a moment, and the care reflected in your eyes nearly brings him to his knees. He pulls you into a hug in an attempt to sever the gaze, because it feels like too much.

“I think I might..be in love with ya…” He admits

You smile.

“That’s good, because I might be in love with you too.”

Raph holds on tighter and you can’t help but giggle.

“I LOVE YOU RAPHAEL!!” You shout into the air. Raph begins to laugh as well.

“Alright alright, I love ya too.”

[shslpunkartist99]

[justkillingthyme]

Aurora babysits Theodore