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bambiesfics · 1 year ago

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⊹ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭 ⊹

warning: water-sports, extreme overstimulation, graphic depictions of lesbian smut, r!receiving finger bang, sarcastic Ellie, fluff + loving at the end.

vague description: reader has a full bladder and is trapped in Ellie William’s hatchback.

author’s note: re-upload of my fic from last blog, also don’t read this in public. It gets intense.

“Pinup paradise diner…home to… ‘The World’s Bustiest Milkshake Jars?’”

You read, with your face nosed deep into the crease of the monotoned map. You deflated back into your seat, irritated at the amount of eye-strain required to make out such small font. And let the roadmap blanket the top of your thighs.

“Is that where we’re going next?”

Ellie's eyes were intently focused on the red Honda Civic in front of her, the one she’d almost rolled her windows down to spit at, less than a minute ago. Her stacked bracelets clinked as she cracked the knuckles of each one of her boney fingers.

“Is that what it says on the map?”

You flipped back to the legend, squinting at the list of diners, drive-ins, and street trucks. The corner of her plump smile quirked, hearing you mutter,

“Jesus, how do you read this thing?”

Your squint jumped between Ellie and the page, “uhhhh…yes?—yes!”

“Then that’s where we’re going next.” She crudely cracked her pinky last. The last finger with chips of black nail polish speckled on it and a snug silver braided ring that hugged it. She settled into her seat, merging onto the left lane.

“Pinup Paradise? Really? Seems like an odd choice for a drink after going to Whopping Wrap.”

You flipped the map neatly back onto your lap as your girlfriend flicked the blinker up.

“Milkshakes after chicken wraps Ellie? Really?”

“Hey—Tommy said they have the best milkshakes this side of the state. That type of man, the fucking lumberjack he is, does not fuck around when it comes to satiating that gnarly sweet tooth.”

She muttered “He probably has cavities bigger and darker than the cracks in the Grand Canyon.”

And your tiny giggle teased a smile out of Ellie, as she half-heartedly blocked the swats you struck at her with the rolled up map.

Your girlfriend got such a fucked up kick out of busting Tommy’s balls, and he knew it too.

She flicked the signal light up higher once more and cruised right into the strip mall lane that led the car through to the drive-thru, the diner growing closer each second.

In a smooth slow crawl you and your girlfriend rolled towards ‘Pinup Paradise Diner.’

A canary yellow, vintage diner, littered with paintings of 50’s pinup models that decorated all of the glass windows.

A drive-thru swinging sign read ‘The World’s Bustiest Milkshake!’ above the order window.

You were incredibly humored, noting all the double entendres and puns that weaved through the slogans graffitied across the menu board and windows.

A young crew member poked her head out of the order window, smiling tightly before asking for both of your orders. She watched on while Ellie fished for her peeling leather wallet in the back pocket, and poked her head out of the side of the hatchback window.

“Hey, can I grab a blueberry crust milkshake? And she’ll have….” Ellie trailed off, shooting you back a look with her eyebrow raised.

“…What’ll you have?”

“I’ll have a vanilla bean milkshake please. Also could I get a bottled water, if you have that?”

“Okay, so right now we only have the 1 liter sized bottled water.. would that be alright?”

“Ah, I’m sure that’s no problem, I’ll take it. Thank youuu.” you sang, and the girl mirrored your gentle smiled. You settled back into your seat and she closed the window.

“Why’d you get water?”

Ellie observed, hastily touching up her upper and bottom lashes with mascara, in the dash mirror, before she had to put her foot on the gas.

Vain. You teased in your head.

….But so pretty.

The mascara made her already long lashes, even longer. Her dark brown eyeliner was smudged, yet the grittiness was still so attractive on her. “You should wear brown eyeliner more Els. It really brings out the green in your eyes.”

She side-eyed you suspiciously.

“Thanks?…”

And you rolled your eyes. Your girlfriend loved to pretend she was allergic to compliments unless they were talking about her earth-shattering service top abilities.

Ellie grabbed both your milkshakes. And used her teeth to rip the paper cover off her straw while passing you your drink.

She put her foot on the gas and peeled out.

“You still didn’t answer the question.”

“What question?”

“The question of what possessed you to buy an entire liter of water?”

“Because like, you know the sweet aftertaste left in your mouth after you eat something really sweet? I don’t know, but it makes my mouth feel dry.”

“Ah.” she responded.

“…that’s actually real as fuck.”

“Right?” You settled deeper into your seat. Hugging the milkshake to your chest while you stalked a few instagram stories, relaxing into the rhythmic roll of your girlfriend's beat up hatchback.

Townhouses and parked SUV’s started running on either side of the car as Ellie drove on, deeper into suburbia. You pushed yourself up to gaze out the window.

“Where are we going?”

Ellie turned right into a smaller street.

“To find a place to park. I’m tired of driving.”

“Hmm, sorry baby” you hummed as you rubbed her thigh. Your eyes lit up. “Then can I drive your ca—”

“—no. When will you stop asking?”

“When you finally let me drive it? Let me behind the wheel please.”

She scoffed, eyeing you up and down. “So I can end up with my knees touching the back of my skull? Yeah no.”

“You’re not funny Ellie.”

“And you’re the only passenger princess I’ve seen whining to do her girlfriend's job. Be a lady, damn.”

You broke down laughing, clutching your chest while Ellie bit her lip down to put a lid on her own laughter.

You shimmied close to her, your breasts squishing her upper arm.

“Then can I have some of your blueberry shake?”

She circled the straw around your mouth and made you chase it.

“uh ah-uh-hah—Ellie.” You whined.

Ellie barked a laugh at how adorable you looked, and then slotted the straw onto your puckered mouth.

“Mmm…”

“You like?”

“Yeah it’s so yummy. I should’ve gotten that instead.”

Ellie attempted to take her milkshake back, but with some struggle as you leaned further and further into her seat, pressing your front body into her arms just to keep tasting it. You were practically finished your own drink, and were now drinking half of hers. And in that moment you recalled at all the previous times your girlfriend had gripped your ass and whispered how you were a greedy little princess in your ear. Ellie was an asshole through and through.

But she spoiled you, and she loved doing it.

You eased back, and Ellie stole her milkshake back. She circled her tongue around the tip of the straw before sucking it. Wrapping her pink lips around the sticky tip your rosy lip gloss had covered seconds prior.

You dropped your empty cup in the cup holder and went to chug most of your water. It provided an indescribable amount of relief from the saccharine blanket on your tastebuds. A cool feeling that settled in you, as Ellie pulled into a grassy park parking lot.

Willow trees lined up along the curb, their weeping pose provided shade to several lots, including the one above you.

Ellie killed off the engine. She tipped her head against the headrest in relief. She flexed her fingers, stretching out the kinks, feeling the breeze run past.

Her head lolled limply to face you. “Do I really look that good in brown eyeliner?”

“Yes you really do.”

Ellie’s cheek dimpled.

“I love when you tell me stuff like that.”

“Like what? That you look pretty?”

You murmured into her shoulder, looking up at her.

“Yeah, makes me feel…dunno, not like a greasy loser.”

“Please, as if I would ever let a greasy loser bag me.”

Ellie rolled her eyes. “Jesus, kill yourself.”

She maintained eye contact with you, green eyes jumping between your own. Reflecting the amber beauty of the sun in its sparkle. She gave you a soft smile, you gave Ellie one back. A truce to the constant teasing. And Ellie took it as an invitation to dip her head down, and pull your lips into a kiss. One she’d been yearning to do since she’d first reversed both of you out of your driveway.

Ellie chased the kiss into the back seat. She gripped the fat of your hips to inch you slowly off of the center console and towards the back. She followed, kicking her loose driver’s seat forward with the sole of her sneakers. The slide adjusting rail had seen better days, and had been owned by better people than the currently horny, blunt, ungraceful young lesbian who had an avid penchant for violence, that owned it that day.

Ellie teased her hand up from your hips to the base of your neck, to grab the back of your head as she worked her puffy lips against yours. She was hungry for your little mouth, and it was seen in the way her jaw flexed.

Ellie kissed you with a remarkably intense eroticism.

Her hands ran down over the fabric of your milkmaid top before ripping the holes away from the buttons to let your tits spill out right into her hands. Each nipple immediately kissed the waiting pads of her thumbs, as they moved to greedily massage the sensitive head. Grazing each of your puffy tender domes over and over. “Fuck, need to suck these heavy tits baby.”

Ellie’s lips made their way down your chest. She suckled some swollen red marks into the skin, before making her way lower. Coming eye to eye with your nipples.

“Can you please squeeze your boobies together?”

You took your palms and pushed them together. Ellie's whiny sigh sent heat pooling in your tummy. She leaned in, licking a greedy stripe across both nipples, tickling their head with the tip of her tongue, tonguing the flesh around both areolas. And suckling your nipples intermittently then popping off them. Leaving both of them so puffed out.

Your squeaks filled the expanse of her small car, and her aroused groans joined to match.

She shoved her fingers in the waistband of your tiny denim shorts and tugged at them. They budged, but barely, so you helped your girlfriend. You lifted your ass off the seat and slid your shorts and thong down your thighs, before Ellie slid them the rest of the way off your ankles and threw them in the front seat.

The soft breeze blew past your cunt. Exposing the warm skin to a cooler environment.

“S-should we be doing this in a park?” you squeeked.

Ellie kissed her answer on your lips “there’s” *smooch* “no one” *smooch* “here.” As she shoved her hand down to palm the fat of your vagina. Feeling your pussy fill up her fingers. Ellie curled a middle finger into your tight hole, it barely wanted to split apart to accommodate her finger. But she marveled at how hungrily it sucked her in. She pumped shallowly before adding in her ring finger.

Her chrome ring grazed the swelling mound inside your hole; your g-spot. And it pulled a pathetic mewl out of you. She curled her wrist up, ligament appearing. And pumped harder. Enjoying your shaking thighs in the air.

Your brain was melting into mush. And all you managed were barely coherent babbles.

“…feels ss-s'good” your eyes were rolled backwards.

“God bunny…” Ellie marveled, “your pretty pussy’s so greedy.”

Ellie’s teeth dug into her lip “How did I bag you?”

All you could muster were delirious squeak noises in response as you tugged on the base of her ponytail.

“Look-look down” Ellie’s fingers grasped your chin, pulling your eyes away from her flushed aroused face and towards your own shiny pussy. “L-look at how you’re swallowing my fingers.”

Ellie’s forehead knocked against yours.

“Hey…c-can you squeeze for me?”

You never disobeyed her instructions, not when you both were like this. Nodding limply, you clamped around Ellie’s fingers, a choked moan escaped you. And a deep, throaty groan escaped her. Feeling how tightly you suckled in her fingers, how badly you wanted her there, made a warm heat throb between Ellie’s legs and left her boxers sticking to her sloppy cunt. Ellie could almost cry that she couldn’t bully a cock inside you, just to feel that desperate clamp around her cock.

Her ring pushed into your plump inner walls over and over, and dragged a new delicious zing of pleasure through the ribbed inner walls. Puffy, swollen, and sloppy with slick.

Ellie had a newfound resistance in her thrusting, the clamping, warm grip of your puffed out walls were holding her fingers still. But she kept pumping, like a suction cup being stuck on and popped off.

You were assaulted with thrilling pleasure from your walls clamping, chasing the press of her jewelry. And from your girlfriends frenzied, desperate thrusting. Ellie was just as hazy brained as you.

It was a costly mistake. All of the fluttering was stimulating your pelvic muscles. Which stimulated the other tiny hole snuggled in your pussy. The familiar pressure of a full bladder pressed behind the teeny hole of your urethra. Your squeaks came out strained. You scooted into different positions on the seat, trying to ebb away the pressure.

The shifting positions only made it worse as your tummy squished from movement, and as Ellie pumped upwards.

She jack hammered her fingertips against the puffy roof of your warm cunt. Her feverish ministrations put so much pressure on your bladder. You choked out a breathy plea.

Your hands skated up your girlfriend's torso, past her exposed waist and pebbled nipples that strained against her t-shirt, and finally towards her square shoulders in an attempt to push her back.

She needed off.

“I gotta…uhn… I gotta.” you whimpered.

“What was that?” Ellie sighed.

“I-ah!” The thrust felt so good.

You were whiny “th-think I needa pee.”

“I’m fucking you so good it’s got you confusing cumming for peeing? Y’so adorable it’s insane.” Ellie kissed your lips, picking up her pace.

She took the hand she’d used to squeeze and pinch your tits and brought it down to press on your lower tummy, as she thrust up.

Oh.

“Nnnnhnhn no! ph-please ewwie.. can’t—hold it.” You babbled the same desperate plea incoherently, but with a mouth nearly paralyzed from the incessant abuse of your hole Ellie was doing, you were left whiny and gulping, babbling tiny sentences at a time.

Sweat pricked at your skin, an orgasm was fucked into your vagina, and a full bladder pressed at your urethra. You didn’t know what to do as the mounting climax forced against your urethra left you with a desperate need for release, in the car.

Ellie’s lips kissed your jaw, snuggling against your head.

“You wanna let it out, big girl? Make a big mess f’me. We can clean it all up later, I promise.”

“nuh—ah Ellie no no…aghh! ”

Your urethra let out a thin light spurtle. Settling into the space between you two as more slick gushed out of your hole. You sobbed through your orgasm, from the joint pleasure of climax combined with relief from pressure pressing against your urethra. Ellie kept fingering you through each tiny pump of liquid that squirted from your urethra and through each contraction of its sloppy wet vagina, as slick spilled out of you and ran past your bare ass, onto her leather seats. With each aggressive thrust of Ellie’s fingers—fuck in—pull out—came out spurt after spurt, from each hole. She slowed down once you fell back into the seat softly; boneless and glass-eyed. Like an abused rag doll.

You both caught your breaths, Ellie from the aggressive thump and heat in her pussy. And you from your ‘accident’.

Ellie watched as the looming embarrassment creeped every so slowly onto your face, as the orgasm slowly ebbed away. She placed shaky kisses on top of your head. Cupping the back of it in support.

Sure, maybe her car wasn’t the best time to explore that kink. Seeing as the bottom half of her shirt and her belt was wet.

But she wasn’t going to let her girlfriend curl in on herself in shame, just because of her body’s natural reaction. Especially one that Ellie practically fucked out of you.

If not for the small space of the car she might’ve pulled you into her lap, to kiss away the upset creases between your brows. But she could do nothing more than hover above your trembling body, and caress your squished tummy with her free hand, until the shaking eased.

She was breathless. “You did so good, baby.”

You shoved your face into the crook of Ellie’s neck. The sweet cologne on the collar of her shirt calmed you down, with its medley of gourmands, lavender and florals.

Your girlfriend had a way of grounding you. Everything about Ellie had the ability to. From her cold, icy fingers, to her soft, pine scented hair. To her woodsy cologne, always left on the collar of her shirts, ready to tranquilize your unrest.

“nuh-uh I—.”

“—So good. My good girl, doing exactly what I tell you too, c’mere.”

Ellie unplugged her fingers out from your hole and suckled the last bit of slick cream off, then swiped it on her shirt. She licked her lips. Using her now clean hand to cup the side of your jaw and draw you into a heated kiss that left both of you trembling.

You shifted positions in the seat from discomfort.

“You still need to pee s’more?”

“No.”

“Babe…”

“Maybe.”

Ellie reached over and opened your door, then hopped out from her side. Jogging over to shield your body.

You crouched in behind her, her and the car towered over you from both sides.

You pouted up at her, and she glowered down at you. Her arms crossed firmly as she looked away briefly to scan around the area. Before parking her gaze back down at you as the remaining stream from your bladder emptied itself.

“No more vanilla bean milkshakes.” you winced at the feeling of the breeze tickling your swollen labia.

“Of course. Yeah, that was the real culprit. Not the mega-giant 1 liter water bottle.”

You frowned.

Ellie’s arms dropped from their cross, and her black fingernails pinched the fat of your cheek and pulled teasingly.

She reassured you.

“Yeah sure, we’ll blame it on the vanilla bean milkshake.”

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wave2tyun · 1 year ago

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policy of truth and lies | ☆

pairing: huening kai x reader

genre: highschool!au (kinda), band!txt, brother's best friend!kai, fluff, a bit suggestive

summary: a little white lie never hurts sometimes. to what lengths are you willing to go to protect it?

warnings: mentions of throwing up

word count: 3.3k

a/n: this all started just from my silly little desire to write a fic with the brother's best friend trope absdjhabj but honestly, this is one of the fics that i am most proud of, it has a special place in my heart :(<3 shout out to all my dear ningdungies!!!!😼😼💞 i love you all a lot!!!!<33 (and i hope you manage to survive this!!!)

☆ = repost from my old blog!!

“carefully planned-out coincidences” - that’s what your encounters with kai were; something that would appear unsuspicious to the naked eye, yet so obvious to a love connoisseur.

a fixed set of rules had been established in order for such meetings to be successfully completed, and continued.

1. no texting each other when you’re next to others. people love to snoop and steal a glance at your phone screen, getting you easily busted.

2. no form of physical touch is allowed on school grounds, unless you’re well-hidden. you never know what pair of eyes could be lurking around.

and, the most important one of them all: 3. do not, under no circumstances, get caught by soobin.

your brother tended to be more of a quieter person with an almost inhumane kind of calmness in him. that, however, did not apply when it came to unveiling lies. had he found out you had been kissing his best friend behind his back, it would have certainly not turned pretty. you knew that the longer you kept it away from him, the harder it would be to reveal the truth. even so, you kept postponing it, as you couldn’t figure out the right way to do it. you couldn’t just randomly go up to him and say: “remember that halloween party we held last year? yeah, me and kai kissed while you were in pain, next to the toilet bowl, releasing the obscene amount of sweets you had eaten that night”.

it was not the most romantic scenario, obviously, but it was one of the very few moments when soobin and kai weren’t glued at the hip, and neither of you could take the tension anymore. taking your brother’s pitiful cries out of the image, the kiss was actually quite sweet. and no, it wasn’t because of the jelly beans kai had eaten prior to that- maybe only party. the actual reason was kai’s hand on your waist, accompanied by the breathy “can i…?” that he whispered against your cheek.

as cheesy as it may sound, it’s a night that you will never forget.

-for various reasons.

one of them being the fact that it was pretty much the the starting point of a certain “shift” in your relationship with kai. from that day onward, it seemed like both of you tried to find as many opportunities as possible to be in each other’s presence. oh- kai came over and wanted a glass of water from downstairs? whew- well, you were thirsty too, looks like you had to go to the kitchen with him. kai was left on dish-washing duty after parties? you could spare a few minutes to help him out. movie night with the boys? the only free spot was so conveniently the one next to kai.

it was thrilling, adrenaline-inducing. you could never be too sure whether you were subtle enough, or completely alone, so you had to walk on eggshells every single time, no matter what. it got exhausting though, and you wished that, at least for once, kai could come over to your house to see you, not soobin.

kai, on the other hand, was definitely more of a risk taker than you, one that saw no harm in breaking some of the rules every once in a while.

and there are no risks, without possible consequences.

it was something that kai had learned…the hard way…on the lovely day of february 14th.

soobin had invited kai to spend the day together, playing games and trying out all the mystery flavors of a heart-shaped chocolate box. initially, they weren’t supposed to be the ones indulging in the sweet treat, but soobin had chickened out before giving it to his crush at school that day. sulking uncontrollably, he called his best friend so that they could console themselves from the soul-crushing fact that they were both (to soobin’s knowledge) “single”.

while he felt bad for his downcast pal, kai also couldn’t take his mind off you. love was in the air, after all: the rom-com that played on his tv as he was getting ready to come to your house, the lovey-dovey songs playing on the radio, the couples getting affectionate on the streets- they only added further to the burning desire that he felt today, more than ever, to see you. and perhaps…not only see you.

depending on the situation, those coincidences would often consist of: hand-holding underneath blankets or tables, winks sent to redden the other one’s cheeks and, if you were lucky, an exchange of swift, tiny pecks.

none of the outcomes above satisfied him though. the more he thought about crossing paths with you, the more he wished to caress your face, to hold you in his arms- to have an intimate moment with you that involved something more than a “kiss and run” type of situation.

“hey- the race started, why are you not moving?” soobin exclaimed, his mario kart character moving way farther than kai’s across the screen.

snapping out of it, kai shook his head, placing the controller down onto the coffee table before excusing himself “i have to go to the bathroom-” he said as he placed one hand on his stomach, mustering up all his theatre acting skills to put on a pained expression on his face “i think those sweets aren’t sitting right with me”

as soon as he finished that statement, kai basically flew up the stairs, skipping 2-3 steps at once. he made sure to flip the light switch to the bathroom before striding towards your room, to make it seem like he was there.

kai made his entrance with a finger over his lips and a catlike smile.

“what are you doing? you can’t be in here-” you whisper-shouted. kai had never- ever been in your room up until that point. it was too dangerous.

however, you still gave in, not pushing him back through the door he came in from.

he walked closer, coming to cup your face in his hands “i wanted to see you”

“is that so?” you asked coyly.

kai smiled more, sensing the bit of happiness sneaking into your voice beside your attempts to appear mad at him.

“it is so” he answered, waver in his voice from excitement.

“if you don’t believe me, then i guess i could go back to soob-”

“no-” you tugged kai’s arm, laughing “stay, i was kidding”

kai turned on his heel, lips falling into place perfectly on top of yours, transferring his smile to you in an instant “you know i didn’t intend on actually doing it” he whispered, caressing your cheek.

“i know” you chuckled “but you have to make it up to me for the teasing”

you pulled at the collar of kai’s shirt, waiting for him with closed eyes to initiate another kiss. kai chuckled before connecting your lips back together, starting off with agonizingly quick pecks, then attempting to initiate something more through longer, fervent kisses that trailed down to your neck, all while he slowly made you walk backwards to your bed. it wasn’t long before you hit the mattress and the two of you ended up tangled in your sheets, with one hand tugging at kai’s hair and the other one at his shirt as he hovered over you. soft gasps escaped through your mouth- the only acceptable way to lightly catch your breath, as it didn’t involve letting go of each other.

a knock on the door, however, sent kai flying through the air.

“y/n? can i come in?” soobin asked, completely oblivious to the events happening on the other side of the piece of wood that his knuckles had grazed a second ago.

the strong fear that he’d come barging in before you answered, turned you to push the poor lover boy away earlier, catapulting him onto the floor, the fluffy rug hardly alleviating his pain.

“what was that sound- are you hurt?” you heard a worried shout. it was a clear sign that you had no more than five seconds to prepare for disaster.

“i’m coming in, okay?”

seeing the doorknob twist, kai had no time to process his anguish. he wriggled his way underneath your bed, pulling down the blanket to hide his body.

“everything alright…?” soobin took two steps into your room then froze. the sight of your disheveled bed as well as your poor, motionless figure, scrambled up his feelings of concern with confusion.

“yeah- never been better” you replied, brushing out any folds on your clothes with your hand.

soobin’s eyebrow raised in suspicion; it was hard to make your breathing seem normal when your lungs burned like an athlete who had ran a marathon.

“i swear i heard a loud noise coming from your room-”

“nope, uh- nothing here. i was sleeping before you came in” you yawned, stretching your arms up in the air to reinforce your previous statement.

kai placed a hand over his mouth, careful so as not to move the blanket or make any sounds- why did you have to say something that would direct soobin’s attention right in his direction? your brother sneaked another glance at your bed, judging its unusually messy state.

“are you building a bird nest or something?” he huffed, placing his hand on the doorknob, about to leave “don’t answer that actually- i don’t want to know. i just wanted to tell you that the pizza is gonna arrive in about thirty minutes. if you don’t come down on time, i can’t promise that there’ll be any left for you”

with that, the door was shut, allowing your body to slide down to the floor in relief- and the breath trapped in kai’s lungs to be released.

it was only after this incident that kai’s venturesome nature seemed to be slightly tamed. not once did he try to sneak into your room again, nor did he dare to bring up the matter. the one and only thing that he could do, was to look up at you with troubled, wary eyes as he pecked your lips, knowing that it didn’t stand in his power to do more.

nevertheless, it wasn’t long before he proceeded to go back to his usual antics, the feeling inside his heart all too unbearable.

after all, not everyone can resist temptation, can they?

people knew that it wasn’t an unusual occurrence for you to be spotted in and outside the school with the most in demand band of the city, txt- your school’s pride and joy, which both your brother and his best friend were part of. so, whenever you tagged along with them, say it were to a local show, backstage, or during rehearsals, no one questioned a thing.

what was uncommon though, was you receiving private messages from the band’s notably fine pianist, kai, and giggling while responding to him, on top of it all.

this scene was witnessed by a certain someone who you thought had fallen fast asleep in the middle of class. little did you know how effective the bell ringing was to wake him up and how he had the most perfect view to the conversation taking place on your phone screen.

kai

[9:17 am] can you stay after the rehearsal today?^3^

[9:18 am] i miss you…

the witness slowly placed their head back on their desk, choosing to stay silent. this kind of matter required evidence, direct confirmation, and therefore they chose to follow you around for the rest of the day, like a shadow, thoroughly analyzing your words and actions; the texts were your first strike of the day, could there have been anything else you were keeping in the dark? the answer is yes, and you can take that literally- it turns out that the lonely, far corner of the school library makes a good spot for “discreet” pda.

you and kai were tucked away in that poorly lit spot, hugging, laughing- blissfully unaware of the third pair of eyes there with you, glossed with anger and action-driven by betrayal.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

“and that’s a wrap- good job guys” yeonjun clapped his hands, turning from the microphone stand to face the group with a smile.

“kai, cleaning duty is on you today. make sure you don’t forget to lock up the doors before you leave” yeonjun threw the keys in kai’s direction, which he caught effortlessly.

“what? you always ditch on me when we get paired up together- what could have possibly gotten in the way this time?” kai’s brows furrowed in annoyance. he wasn’t one to enjoy picking a fight, but yeonjun was taking too much advantage of his compassionate nature. he had enough of all the chores landing on him every week, without fail.

“scored a date with that girl from the mall” yeonjun winked “which, by the way- starts in less than half an hour. so, i gotta go, sorry buddy. maybe you can get somebody else to help you”

everybody else’s eyes turned to the floor after yeonjun parted ways with them, blurting out random reasons to be excused: “i have a project to finish” “i did it last time” “i just don’t want to do it” ; nobody was enthusiastic about staying at school overtime.

nobody, except for you. you were about to say an excuse of your own when the realisation hit you: you and kai? alone? with none of the boys around? it was a rare occurrence, one even rarer than the blue moon. you couldn’t simply pass by it.

“i can help you”

soobin watched you from the corner of his eye, biting his tongue to prevent any words from slipping out. you had stayed behind to help the members out before, it would be weird if he only started commenting on the matter when it was kai you were going to stay with.

“we’ll leave you to it then” beomgyu swung his arms around soobin’s and taehyun’s shoulders, leading them towards the door before you could change your mind.

“yeonjun always does this” kai huffed, picking up the acoustic guitar from the floor “i love him but- for once, i wish he’d keep his word- or at least not cancel on me last minute” the more his spoke, the more reckless his movements became.

“careful with that- no matter how cheerful beomgyu might be most of the time, i don’t think he’d be too happy to see his guitar destroyed by you”

“sorry” he said bashfully, resting his body against the wall with a sigh “i guess i’m just fed up with everything”

as you placed a hand over kai’s cheek, his eyelids fluttered shut, comfort already washing over him.

“would a kiss make you feel better…?”

kai nodded eagerly “i might need more than just one kiss though” he whispered, bringing his hand to the back of your neck to pull you back closer.

his kisses were playful at first, with smiles and chuckles interrupting every once in a while. then, when he switched positions, bringing you to be the one trapped against the wall, he began alternating between pecking your lips and lightly biting them, chaste touches soon turning into something more…heated. hands brushing over each other’s bodies in a frenzy, swollen red lips caught in an endless, desperate chase, like you had never had a taste of something sweeter.

what had gotten into you both? doing something this risky in such an “honourable” place. it was the lousy heap of all your lies and yet the most enthralling point of them all.

too bad that adrenaline rushes don’t last forever though.

you felt kai’s heart thump against your chest as you cupped his jawline to bring him back for more, but your next kiss never came to fruition.

“am i interrupting something?” the person standing at the door’s threshold cleared their throat to grab your attention.

you felt your blood turn cold upon hearing the sound. having a hunch about the sight ready to greet you, you turned your head at an awfully slow pace.

“care to give me an explanation?” soobin stood with his arms crossed, the expression on his face indecipherable.

in a single day, all of the rules you swore you’d follow like a saint, for the sake of your relationship, had been broken.

kai was dismissed from the room by soobin without being given a chance to speak. it was your words he wanted to hear first and foremost, it was you who left him the most perplexed ever since he took a furtive look at your phone screen this morning, or since he saw what you were up to in the library.

you were silent, rubbing your hands with your head hanging low. lies can’t last forever, you knew that, but you wished the right to make that dreadful reveal was in your hands to hold.

your brother cleared his throat, awkwardly shifting his position in the plastic chair he sat down on. when he abandoned the boys earlier because he “forgot something” in the practice room, he didn’t have a concrete plan in mind.

“how long?”

“what?” you murmured.

soobin repeated himself “for how long has this been going on? this…thing between you and kai?”

your throat went dry- your first instinct was to spit out another lie. upon better thought though, you realised it was have been ridiculous to even try and deny anything, given the fact that you were caught mid-act. the only actual option left for you was the raw, honest truth:

“…a year” you said reluctantly. soobin only nodded his head.

the silence soon felt direful, and neither of you could tolerate it. soobin turned his head up to look into your eyes, he got the answers he was looking for, now it was his turn to be sincere with you.

“y/n, i’m not the one who chooses who you’re gonna love- and as much as it bothers me that, out of all the people, it’s my best friend who you fell for- i can’t tell you to stop seeing kai”

his words turned your mind in even more of jumble than before. that was it? no screaming? no need to pull out the classic “but i love him“? it was a rare occurrence for the two of you to settle things so easily, it felt like you were suddenly picked up and placed in an alternate universe.

“so, what i’m getting is…you’re approving of our relationship?” you asked, feeling the need to have a definite confirmation of his feelings; none of the scenarios you had imagined before where you revealed your relationship matched the result of this one.

soobin hummed “as long as you don’t hoard him on the weekends- he might be your boyfriend now, but he was my friend first. i’ll have him on saturdays and you can have him on sundays, deal?”

you smiled, shaking his stretched out hand “deal”

“shouldn’t kai have a say in this too though?”

“something tells me he’s already agreed to it” soobin laughed, pointing at a “totally-not-eavesdropping-kai”, the half-open door revealing his pink cheeks along with both of his thumbs up.

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iszaranothere · 2 years ago

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Dialogue prompts but they're things the GameGrumps have said

Struggling to start your scene? Having trouble writing dialogue? Don't worry, I've got you fam. I even sorted them into two catagories, a clean one and a more vulgar one, for your pleasure. If you end up using one of them, by all means tag me in the post, I'd love to see it.

Clean quotes

"And then I fired, and then I missed."

"The bananas has gone bad!"

"BECAUSE HE'S A GREAT KISSER! …Is what I've been told."

"I don't understand why the Chinese don't just use forks and spoons."

"Shutting down. Rebooting."

"There's so many places that aren't Andorra!"

"Jennifer dumped me."

"Did you point? Did you point? DID YOU POINT?!"

"Today is football."

"I'm gonna lay face-down on the radiator."

"Just what the heck is going on here?"

"UNAVOIDABLE CHIN MOVE!"

"The carbuncle ate itself."

"At age six I was born without a face."

"Great to see you again! You must die."

"I'm grapes!"

"Why did my dad birth me?"

"That's crazy. Especially since… who cares."

"I'm the video game boy! I'm the one who wins!"

"Bienvenue powerbottoms!"

"MY DAD WORKS AT NINTENDO!"

"With great confidence comes great wonfidence."

"Get bigger hands!"

"MORE ONION PLEASE."

"Why do I have to suffer in this meat prison?"

"That baby is not a baby, that is a jelly bean with a face."

"I HAS BRO! DO YOU HAS BRO?"

"JUST SOMETHING HAPPEN PLEASE."

Vulgar quotes

"I mean look at the way he slurps up his soup, what an asshole."

"Don't believe me? Look at my resume! Thirty years experience in jacking off!"

"MY DICK'S FALLEN OFF."

"If you shit in a bowl of rice crispies, do they go snap crackle poop?"

"Who needs a blue coin when you got a fucking mental breakdown coming in the back of your head?"

(sing-songy) "My asshole burns 🎶"

"I'm gonna pre dude."

"It's Clifford the big red stab wound."

"You think Sonic shits?"

"What's more in the spirit of Christmas than eating ass?"

"I'll fucking kill you. I'll fucking kill you. I'll fucking murder your face, fuck you."

"I feel like I just came back from a mythical creature bukkake."

"Plump, sweet and begging for cream!"

"Isn't it weird how at least once a day your hand is touching your asshole?"

"GOD! IT'S SO HARD TO FUCKING FUCK!"

"I was the greatest load my dad ever shot."

"You think I came out of the pussy drawing fucking Mozart?"

"Oh, bump off you bumpin' grasshoe."

"I would fuck anything on this screen, including the animals and the bicycle."

"The only thing I bust are rhymes and nuts."

"Am I about to see your skyward sword?"

"WE WON'T LET THOSE FUCKERS TAKE THIS LAND!"

"I fucked a cantaloupe once."

#zaraisnothere #writing #dialogue #writing prompts #prompts #dialogue prompt #prompt list #writing ideas #game grumps #writing dialogue #writing prompt #dialogue tag #dialogue starters

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screampied · 1 month ago

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pookie. pussy fairy is by far(to us!) THE NASTIEST MOST JAW DROPPING DROOL MAKING HORNY INDUCING JUCIEST FELT IT IN MY THROAT IN MY STOMACH IN MY COOCHIE OH LORD HAVE MERCY IM BOUT TO BUST BOOM SHAKALAKA YES GOD YES GOOOODDDDD WHERE ANNE HATH A WILL ANNE HATH A WAY SCRUMPDIDDLYLOCIOUS SPREAD IT OPEN AND FLICK THE BEAN I'M JOANNE PRADA THE PUSSY QUEEN masterpiece we've read. dead. deceased. gagged. clutching my pearls. COWBOY!TOJI???? COWBOY!TOJI BREATHLESS AND WHINING????? COWBOY!TOJI SAYING YES MAAM?????????? HELLO COWBOY!TOJI???????? god i need it framed and on my wall. and on a shirt. good god. just. omfg u fucking did it for me. im. you've ascended rlly. top spot writer in my HEART AND MY COOCH. ily. bye.

��reading sesh anon

AGH thanku for reading my sweet reading sesh 🙂‍↕️💟. graaaaah this motivated me a lot rn THANKYOU. i’m glad u enjoyed it :)) anne hath a WHAT 😭😭

but YESSSSSSS COWBOY TOJI. i wanna write cowboy toji again sometime this year, maybe. depends if im still around 🪬 but YEAAAH. i love western aus they’re just so <3 milking cowboy toji while wearing his hat YES LAWDDD. ugh just imagining his sweaty body underneath us ooooh id fold.

but THANKYOUUUU <3333 ur so sweet like always, ily 2. stay safeeeee !!!

#vegas.squirthouse #🧁

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allmentalyart · 4 months ago

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It's posting day! 🎉

I'll try my best and post a bit more frequently again. I do have quite a lot unposted art sitting in my folders, so everything keeping me away from posting regularly is my current unorganized chaos 🥴 Let's see how quickly my ADHD let's me actually return to a more organized chaos again XD

Starting with today, we have the second art post that's just one day behind! :3 This bust here is owed art I made for cosmyc on Toyhouse of their lovely bean Storyteller :D A super sweet bean design vise! I do love this bright red scarf combined with those more greyish blue colours, so colouring this bust was super nice ^^ tho, I gotta say, the lineart was my highlight for this one here (which is nearly always the case!). Don't ask me why, but I love lineart! It kinda always gives me the feeling of progressing at the drawing. I do have this feeling after a clean sketch is just so good that I turn it into the lineart right away as well. Regarding the pose, I am happy with it! I used to struggle with anatomy of dragons lifting their paws up either to hold an object or to do stuff like holding back their laughter (like in this one). It's amazing to see the progress with these poses!

✅Likes, shares, saves and comments are highly appreciated ❌I own the copyright to these artworks! Any usage of it without my consent is prohibited! I don't consent to the usage of my art for AI or NFTs! Stealing and tracing is obviously also prohibited!

#artwork #digital art #digital drawing #digital illustration #dragon art #dragon illustration #drawing #ibispaintx #art #artists on tumblr #artwork digital #dragon drawing #art digital #digital artist #art illustration #illustration

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mamamittens · 2 months ago

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So I actually had a funny little idea that I'm just going to ramble about a bit here, as per usual, about Nikia and the boys

So, soulmate au but there are different types of indicators (and soulmate types but that's not super relevant) depending on the person and how long they've gone without meeting their soulmate.

Like, the indicators get stronger the longer it takes after they reach of age. The confirmation I didn't think super hard about, but probably a bit of a light show or intense emotion.

So, Izou and Thatch had it pretty easy. Sharing pain is a bit of an issue as pirates but it really only took so long of Thatch accidentally stubbing his toe or Izou pricking his finger while repairing his kimono before they connected the dots. It also didn't get too bad, mostly a sharp pain and echo of the actual injury. They can sense when the other is bruised up even after properly meeting (shaking hands or, more likely, Thatch doing a casual bro side hug that gets a little less casual when the light show pops up).

The indicator, whatever it is, doesn't go away, but you can learn to control it after meeting your soul mate. So they can block the other from, say, feeling how hard Thatch hip checked the counter while making breakfast. Or Izou slamming his face into a wall after a late night patrol and little sleep.

So, imagine their surprise as they start to notice another indicator sometime later (still unsure if I want a ~15 year age gap lol). Izou with a small section of his wrist forming words, snippets of someone's thoughts with an increasing echo of emotions. And Thatch starts randomly tasting things. They both think it's the other but the misunderstanding only lasts so long before they realize what it means.

And it ends up getting pretty strong, seemingly unable to find their third. Izou covers his wrist out of privacy concerns and Thatch is constantly trying to decipher his soul mates' food tastes and maybe even region with little luck. Noting random shit like how they tend to eat sweets, especially after Thatch starts drinking beer, correctly guessing they don't like booze.

I was thinking it'd be funny if this was a "Marine Nikia" timeline mostly so there's a moment of utter confusion as Thatch randomly tastes his own cooking (the food he's just made that day in fact) despite not currently eating. So he tears through the ship looking for Izou so they can hunt through the ship for their apparently very close soul mate.

Maybe this time I'm nice and she's not in the medical wing for a dislocated wing. Maybe not.

But she's utterly confused when they do eventually bust in, eyes wide as she pauses mid bite.

"...can I help you?"

"It's you!"

"I am... Me? I? Yes?"

"Our--you--look!" Thatch is flustered, too elated to remember any charm or awareness as he reaches over and... Lights.

Shes shocked for a moment before glancing at her wrist and looking confused.

'can he ever learn to wait five seconds to explain?' with a strong, secondary pulse of tired amusement.

Definitely not the commander who's elated to be holding her hand. So she looks to Izou and he steps closer.

"Hello, I'm Izou. This is Thatch. We're soul mates. All of us." Izou reaches out but stops just shy of touching her free hand. After a moment she takes his hand and all three of them bask in it a moment.

"...ah beans. I can't be a marine with pirate soul mates. They're like, super weird about that." Nikia belatedly muses.

"Shame. Guess you've got to stick around then!" Thatch grins.

"Or just leave and never tell anyone about this." She responds dryly. "They're kinda shit but it's still a decent job, you know."

If this is a yandere version, they probably both look at each other and scoff.

"You think you can leave with your wing all messed up like that, dove? It'll take months to properly recover." Thatch notes, stroking her feathers tenderly. "Must hurt to walk around even. Good thing we can handle it, huh?"

"Yeah. Seems silly to take up a bed for this, though. We'll move you to ours--make sure you're taken care of. Oh, you must be uncomfortable right now. Better take your medication, sweetheart." Izou purrs, grabbing a bottle of pills.

"Uh.... There's. No need for that. Really. I'll be fine right here--" he's there in an instant. Thatch tenderly pressing her into the bed and helping Izou forcefeed her them. If they'd known ahead of time, they'd have prepared a syringe.

She's terrified but passes out quickly. Waking up in the promised bed that's massive and too big to leave on her own without flopping about, and Izou and Thatch laying on either side, mindful of her injured wing. But their hands are firm on her curves. And she's still fucked up from the medication so she ends up falling back asleep.

#mittens rambles #oo oc nikia #snow fairy bread #one piece yandere mention #idk just a fun thought

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breelandwalker · 10 months ago

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hi, i'm currently potted plant witching as well (just planted my first crop of veggie/herb/flower seeds & got some more containers & soil today for more planting this weekend) and i would love to know more about your garden this year; would you be willing to outline your plans? any special herbs or projects? Thanks!! <3 love your blog!

🌿🌿🌿 HYPERFIXATION ACTIVATED. 🌿🌿🌿

OH I HAVE SO MANY PLANS, LET ME TELL YOU.

This is the first year that Ragnar and I are doing actual work and sweat equity with the yard at our new place. Last year things were just too chaotic and we didn't have the time or the energy to do much of anything. We trimmed occasionally and I harvest some wild plants, but that was about it.

This year, it's Go Time.

Last weekend, I finally busted out the gorgeous barrel pots we got for Christmas and spent my April market earnings on potting soil, garden tools, and seedlings. When we lived in the apartment, I had a pretty hefty window garden with herbs and flowers and a few vegetables, so I'm eager to recreate that in an outdoor space where the plants can really thrive. (I mean, I grew cherry tomatoes and three kinds of peppers in 10" pots indoors and they got pretty big, so I can only imagine being outdoors will go even better with fresh air and rain and pollinators.)

The potted garden has Napoli tomatoes, poblano and cayenne peppers, green sage, and rosemary, along with something I've never tried growing before - blueberries! I'm planning to add additional pots and more herbs later on, but I felt like this was a really good start. If I can manage it, I want to grow a huge planter of nothing but spinach and sweet basil so I can make pesto this summer.

We've also started clearing and tilling a space out in the yard proper for a raised-bed garden. Nothing too big or ambitious, just something we can try some larger veggies in. We're hoping to try the Three Sisters model with hybrid corn, snap peas, green beans, and kabocha pumpkins. I was also hoping to put in napa cabbage, but there are quite a lot of slugs in the yard when it rains, so perhaps not. I'm toying with the idea of planting some late crops for fall and winter harvests as well. I have sugarplum visions of strings of peppers and braids of garlic hanging in our kitchen with many jars of preserves and sauce in the pantry.

We might also try some other fruits if things go well, maybe raspberries or grapes, but that's more of a Next Summer project. The fence and the ground around it needs some work first and we don't want to overdo things the first year. (I'd really love to put in a little serviceberry tree, but that might be pushing things a bit with regard to space.)

There's also a side garden that's in need of some TLC where I'm vaguely tossing around the idea of climbing flower vines (clematis or morning glory or trumpet flower maybe? something local) and maybe some ground cover in the form of periwinkle. There's also a downspout that really needs a rain barrel, so that's next on the list.

There are sections of the yard that we've deliberately left wild as well, hoping to encourage native plants and pollinators. The clover patches are massive and produce lots of four-leafers and blossoms, so the bees are having a field day. There's also wild dogbane sprouting up now that the vetchweed is cleared and wild plantain (aka white man's foot) starting to come in along the walkway. If I have my druthers, I'll be planting more wildflowers this summer.

Have some pictures and tell me about your garden!

#girlhalfburning #gardens #gardening #plants #green witchcraft #wildcrafting #Bree answers your inquiries #life and times of a cottage witch

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andreaheartscats · 1 year ago

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Learning to play guitar

with Larry<3.

characters: Larry Johnson, Sal Fisher, Ashley Campbell

- You were in the basement with Sal, Ash and Larry. Larry just got a new electric guitar and him and Sal were talking about while you were painting Ashs nails. Larry would glance at you from time to time, giving you "strange" looks.

Ash and Sal knew that Larry has fat crush on you since you joined their friend group, they would encourage Larry to tell you how he feels but he didnt want to ruin the friendship you two gad going on so he kept these strange lovey dovey feelings to himself.

Ash noticed that Larry was looking over at you two, more specific, you. "Hey Sal, could you uh come with me to 7/11 to get some drinks?" Ash asked Sal while pointing with ber eyes to Larry and then you aggressively.

"Huh? wh-" Sal started but Ash cut him off by jumping out of her bean bag and grabbing Sals arm. "GREAT, lets go." Ash stated while dragging Sal with her. "what do you two want?" Ash looked over at Larry who was sitting on his bed, and you relaxing in the bean bag. "uhh i dont know, monster sounds fine, whatever flavor i dont care" Larry said while adjusting something on his new guitar. "alright, and you (your name)?" Ash says looking over at you. "oh could you get me (your drink of choice here)".

"got it, lets go Sal." Ash says as she keeps on dragging Sal. "wait Ash!-" Sal says as he was being dragged by the girl.

it was now just you and Larry in his room. You looked over at Larry who was adjusting his new guitar. "so could you explain to me about that guitar?" you asked not really knowing much about guitars.

Larry looked over at you a bit suprised. "uh oh yea sure" he said as you walked kver to his bed and sat down next to him.,

Larry started talking, explaining some stuff to you, you didnt really understand but it fekt nice listening to him talk about something he likes rather than just sitting in awkward silence.

after some more explaining Larry looked at you with a smirk "wanna give ut a shot?"

"huh?" you asked confused a bit, knowing what he meant by that but unsure if he was being for real. "wanna try and play something? its not as hard as it looks, come on ill help you." Larry said as he smiled at you warmly. Now how could you denay an offer like this. It was just the two of you and so of course you wouldnt denay. You were a bit hesitate but you finally spoke up. "you know what? sure, why not" you said laughing a little.

Larry looked at you happy. "great! here." he said as he adjusted the guitar onto you, his fingers cressing a little on your skin, his hands were pretty cold compared to yours.

"alright so, place your fingers on the cords like this..." he said as his arm wrapped around you so he could place your fingers corectly. A little blush peeked onto your face as he was pretty close to you. His touch felt nice and soft but cold. "you got it?" he said, his face close to yours while his brath tickled your ear. "yea.. yea i think i got it."

"great, now give it a try" he said as his arms moved from you and the nice feeling of his skin left yours. You gave it a shot but it didnt sound good at all. Larry laughs a little while you give him a playful glare. "oh shut up" you say jokingly as you nudge him with your elbow. Once he finally stopped Sal and Ash busted through the door. "YOU GUYS WONT BEL-" Ash started but she eas cut off when she saw you two sitting close next to eachother. "Ash why did you s-" Sal started but also quickly stopped talking. They gave eachother a look and Ash smirked.

Larry glared at Ash as she walked into the room with Sal. They both noticed you two were rather a bit red in the face. "here is your drinks." Ash says as she places the bag with drinks onto the table. "oh sweet, thanks Ash" you said as you give Larry his guitar back and walk over to Ash. Sal took his and Larrys drink and walked over to him sitting on the bed next to Larry. "so...did yall make out?" Sal asks quietly taking a sip of his own drink while handing Larry his. "shut up man" Larry say as he jokingly slaps Sal on the back of his head.

-> hello everyone! i hope you enjoyed this little fic i came up with, i know its not the best but its my first time writing something like this... maybe 2nd idk but anyways i hope you liked it and please keep in mind english isnt my first laungage so im sorry for any mistakes that there is. Let me know if you want more of these and i hope you have a good day/night. Love you all<3 !

#sally face #video games #fiction #fanfic #i love sally face #sal fisher #larry johnson #ashley campbell #headcanon #x reader

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onlyseokmins · 2 years ago

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when you move into your new apartment complex, the last thing you expect is to knock on your neighbor's door and meet dilf!seungkwan who is younger than you.

okay well he's (disappointingly) not actually a dilf but he's still an ilf kind of guy to you. regardless of what kind of label you want to slap on the very attractive man holding the cutest little girl when he introduces himself, you learn both his name and that she is not his daughter in under two seconds.

seungkwan is quick to introduce the lovely bean of a child as his darling niece who smiles at you with two missing front teeth. she also sweetly but unnecessarily ensures that her lisp is nonexistent and in an extremely clear voice, makes it known that her uncle is very, very, very single. allegedly to the terrible worry of all the women in the boo household (no matter what their age is).

you quickly become acquainted with the various children (and learn all about more on the way) of seungkwan's many sisters. it doesn't take long for the boo nephews and nieces to always find a way to make their presence known - whether they're screaming so obnoxiously seungkwan has to anxiously try and shush them or they're polite and well-behaved when they knock on your door to show you their playdough desserts. and ofc, the words of "we want to meet the pretty neighbor uncle kwannie always talks about!" are always sang out with loud giggles and seungkwan's fierce embarrassment, blabbering that it isn't true.

little menaces. as if all the younger cousins weren't conspiring together just like their mamas to hook you up with their uncle. turning shiny, innocent, pleading eyes your way when you stop over with snacks to ask if you would stay and play with them. gifting you poorly weaved flower crowns under the guise that it was him that made it for you in mind. giggling and peeking around the corner to squeal excitedly when you and seungkwan spend a little too much time talking. asking when he will give them another playmate because their numbers are uneven to play house properly because no one ever wants to play the dog.

they're definitely asking for your help because they know babies are made when two people really, really, really like one another.

no one really knows that seungkwan and you are kind of a thing now. the night when one of the nephews accidentally headbutt his uncle in the nose, protesting he didn't want to leave quite yet - you helped soothe the crying little boy while simultaneously trying to nurse the almost-crying young man whose nose is probably quite busted.

thankfully his nephew's peacefully asleep by the time his fretting mother picks him up, thank you. then you help soothe seungkwan's sore nose he has an ice pack on - running your hands gently across the smooth apples of his cheeks as you assess the light bruising starting to show. and maybe your eyes drift down to his lips slightly parted at your care and proximity. perhaps you stare a little too long as his tongue slowly licks at them nervously. somehow you end up kissing him.

it's over as quickly as it started - mainly because the minute it got a little too heated, he's wincing in pain. but thankfully it doesn't stop. you visit him while he takes a break from babysitting to heal and you check on the progress with a few makeout sessions to speed the recovery along of course.

seungkwan's sweet. and soon it spirals into sneaking in time for one another - little dates and hand-holding and makeout sessions after a candlelit dinner - between his sisters and their children coming by. you're not trying to hide your budding relationship because at this point, all of your friends know and you have no qualms about dating a younger man if you L-word him. it's just - his family is tiny bit obnoxious. even if they mean well.

but it gets a little difficult. especially after one of his sisters brings her newly born baby over and you hold it. seungkwan's overcome with an intense case of baby fever when he sees the affectionate smile you give to the infant in your arms. and he has to hold himself back immensely while his sister blabs on and on and on about who knows what when all poor seungkwan can think of is - yeah - putting a baby in you.

it's the first time you're intimate in a sexual way and he's clear that night what he wants. what he desires with you. and you welcome it, thrilled to take and milk everything the young, vigorous man has to offer. and it's like neither of you can stop yourself afterwards. seungkwan always ready to fill up your eagerly waiting cunt.

so yeah, it gets even harder to hide your relationship - especially the day the pregnancy test checks positive. but by the time you're ready to show off baby bump, you're also ready to show off the pretty diamond on your left finger. almost dreading the insane parties (engagement, wedding, and baby celebrations) your future sister-in-laws are planning. and the little gremlins are pouting angrily because you didn't tell them sooner but just like their uncle, they can't stay too mad at you for long - affection easily outweighing discontent.

it's all worth it though when you kiss your fiance's soft lips - the same ones you kissed so long ago and the darling, well-healed nose above them. a different type of warmth fills you - one of pure and utter love and joy - when seungkwan puts a tender hand over your stomach though his dirty words morph it into something else for sure. already ready to jump on him and give him another baby.

you're def gonna have to talk to your doctor about this first.

"this precious body of yours takes my cum so greedily. gonna have to stuff you over and over again after our baby is born to give them a sibling."

#This is kinda long whoops #Idk how it turned out tho haha happy belated daddy's day #Kwannie def the kind of man to get morning sickness in lieu of his partner #kwannie.thots #ez.thots #neighbor.au #svt.thots

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soup-of-the-daisies · 8 months ago

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staghunter (orion/harry) enthusiast here who hates every single fic for them because the meta sucks or is plotless in general but I didn't know how to elaborate on it until I saw your post on how their dynamic, at it's best, would probably be literally just prongsfoot and it busted my third eye wide open. best friends who are soooo incredibly intimate physically and emotionally that you could call them lovers but really, even that label is inadequate. they would wear each other every day if they could type of friendship. faces so close they make other people uncomfortable, but also the energy in the room would feel weird if they weren't on each other's laps 24/7.

anyway, my two cents— for prongsfoot, i do agree that james as an only child would be more possessive, marking sirius liberally through action such as biting, sitting close, etc., the clingiest limpet in any universe... girl!james would absolutely be the girl best friend who would get so much hate from sirius' partners bc she acts like that. lesbian prongsfoot who need to provide heirs for their family would definitely put their husbands through it (if they could invent magical IVF to cut the middleman entirely they would)

while for staghunter it would definitely be orion, since harry has had the experience/memory of ron & hermione's friendship... he'd be a bit more repressed with his emotions as a posh bloke in post-ww2 britain, so he'd mark his territory thru official documentation. photos, paintings, a building donated in their honor, a name change, blood pacts published in the paper, soul bonds duly registered, another bonding ritual that may be slightly illegal but visible to anyone in the know, and so on. I like to think that orion would be a product of their time regardless of gender so skinship isn't as big, but then they don't need to be, as harry gets and appreciates the big grand gestures

(in any universe though, slash, genderbent, or otherwise, if harry and ron are alive together in any timeline they'd be the codependent ones im so serious that matters to me)

Hello anon. I love you.

I agree with you on all points. There’s a reason why I’m incredibly fond of Prongsfoot, Ronarry, and Harmione: codependent best friends to lovers where nothing really has to change, they just kiss (more), and in the case of Ronarry and Harmione Harry becomes a bit more physically affectionate… yeah. I also love it when Harry’s James-genes pop out in Ronarry and Harmione and he does ridiculous things to prove his love and adoration (I’ve seen one fic where that happened, for Harmione), because Harry would, you know? He’d give them the moon if he could.

And yes, Orion would be the James in the Staghunter (I actually associate that one more with Orion/James, but I can’t think of another one on the fly so I’ll go with Staghunter for Orion/Harry here), but then more of a product of his time and childhood. It’s the mutual kind of adoration you also see in Prongsfoot. Fancy robes, jewellery, but also ‘official’ means like (as you said) documentation, announcements, blood-pacts… they’re in each other’s pockets at school, absolutely obsessed with one another.

I like the way the Orion&Harry bromance is characterised in wear me like a locket around your throat, though Orion is a bit too… sweet? I suppose? For my tastes. He’s quite the bean in that one, even though he does get a lot of depth (and the fic hints at as to why he became a horrible father), but the codependency and mutual love between him and Harry is so lovely. It’s other/better half to the max. I have my favourites (for het Staghunter, Future’s Past is a good one; it’s AU enough for the characterisations to be believable) and there are ones that feel Too Much and Wrong, but that’s what you get with a rarepair I think. I also need good/fun Tom Riddle characterisation if he’s present, so that also makes me pickier.

So yeah ♥️♥️ Thank you sm for your ask, I love talking about them. They’re not popular enough I swear (even in the bromance way), despite the fics often being quite popular.

#ask #anon #staghunter #orion black/harry potter

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honey-minded-hivemind · 7 months ago

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Helluva/ Hazbin huh? Okay, here's an idea to play with.

Our lovely Reader is a hellborn. Likely a hellhound or imp since those are the lowest in the hell hierarchy. They've had a rough life, but they're still good, if tired. They try to give advice when ask, avoid trouble, and survive.

Now I have two ideas on who our mutants could be:

Option 1: All of them are sinners. Charles and Erik are running their own version of the Hotel to get sinners redeemed. Everyone is living together in (somewhat) controlled chaos, but they need to hire some help. Maybe a groundskeeper, cook, security, someone who cam go between circles of hell. Reader gets hired for the job, but still is required to be part of "redeeming group bounding activities". One day, someone asks Reader what they want to do when they get redeemed.

"Um, I can't go? To heaven? I'm hellborn, so no soul. No soul=no redemption. This is your guys' afterlife, this is my LIFE."

Ooooooohhhhhhhh! That's fun! Imp or Hellhound Reader running around, doing some good deeds for the denizens of H*ll, hears about the Hotel, and goes there! Only to meet the weirdest group of sinners ever... The adults are all rather grumpy or desperate, amd the teens are either apathetic, depressed, or traumatized. So what does Reader do? Cheer them up! Who wants cake? Here, have some devils food cake and angels food cake! Need to smile? Oh look, some jerk just tripped a rock and busted their face open! Need some entertainment? Reader knows several card tricks, pranks, and artistic exercises they can do!

The sinner X-Men and Brotherhood like their imp or hellhound, making sure they have a warm bed and plenty of activities to do! They don't let them go out unless it's with one of them, and even still, they keep an eye on them at all times. No scum is going to eat or kill their bby! That is THEIR sweet little bean, and they WILL get to Heaven one day, they just know it!

Until they find out Reader simply CAN'T get to Heaven...

Hellborns are the natural citizens of Heck. Reader is a hellborn. They never lived as a human on Earth, so they never had the chance to do good and be accepted by the angels of Heaven. So they aren't even a contender to enter into the light of the Holy Realm...

The platonic yanderes proceed to have a meltdown, Charles and Erik shaking each other amd trying to get in contact contact Heaven to see if, since angels can fall, could a demon ascend...? Amd if so, would they happily accept the best imp/hellhound to ever grace their presence? At this point, those Teo and the other adults are desperate, wanting Reader to survive and not be hurt in case things go wrong or they get caught in the Extermination. But- if Heaven sees how good they are, surely they'll HAVE to accept Reader!

Right...?

(What was your second idea, @sugar-soda? I'm curious to know!) (Let's call this thr Welcome to Heck AU...)

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere xmen evolution au #platonic yandere xmen au #🔥Welcome to Heck!🐍 AU

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harringrove-list-o-prompts · 1 month ago

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ABC prompts based on the music I listen to!

The A’s (just the first 50)

Are you ready to go? (4 Minutes by Madonna)

All the harmony went fallin’ out of key (Acapella by Karmin)

And I don’t need your sympathy (Afterlife by XYLØ)

All men but me (All Men Are Pigs by Studio Killers)

Are you a saint or a sinner? (Angel With a Shotgun by The Cab)

Ain’t no sound but the sound of his feet (Another One Bites the Dust by Queen)

All the blood that we’re bleeding (Anti-Gravity by RUNAGROUND)

A quiet little scene of an apple tree (Apple Tree by Marika Hackman)

Are you so lonely? (Are You Alone Now? by Dead Sea Empire)

A pseudonym to fool him (Babooshka by Kate Bush)

And now this is our last dance (Baby by Clean Bandit)

And you said you always had my back (Bad Blood by Bastille)

A bad influence on you (Bad Influence by P!nk)

And sometimes I don’t got a filter (Beggin for Thread by BANKS)

And I don’t care if I don’t look pretty (Big Girls Cry by Sia)

A perfect house, a perfect smile (BLACKOUT by AViVA)

All we’ve ever wanted is to look good naked (Bodies by Robbie Williams)

And he’s not with you (Boyfriend by Dove Cameron)

And we’re falling apart (Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Deep Blue Something)

And I get lost in your eyes (Bright by Echosmith)

Ain’t got no place to call home (Broken Bones by KALEO)

And if only I could hold you (Bruises by Lewis Capaldi)

And I think I’m going insane (Bugbear by chloe moriondo)

And if I let him out of sight (Burnout by Calby)

Am I satisfactory? (bury a friend by Billie Eilish)

And the family won’t like this (Bust Your Kneecaps by Pomplamoose)

Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any way (Call Me by Blondie)

And I left a note on my bedpost (Can’t Remember to Forget You by Shakira)

Already choking on my pride (Castle by Halsey)

And I’ve been here for too long (Changing by Sigma)

And I lost hope when I was still so young (Chasing Twisters by Delta Rae)

Ain’t got money, ain’t got no gas (Cherry Pie by Warrant)

And money always talks (Choke by IDKHBTFM)

And I drown in you again (Clarity by Zedd)

Acting like we’re not together (Cold by Maroon 5)

And you might think he doesn’t care that much at all (Comeback by Ella Eyre)

And baby, once I get it, I’m yours, no take-backs (Come & Get It by Selena Gomez)

Afraid to lose control (Come with Me Now by KONGOS)

And I’m reaching out (Common Ground by Anthony Ramos)

And though the honesty hurts the lying was worse (Confessional by Janet Devlin)

And you better come to play (Confident by Demi Lovato)

And I tried to hold these secrets inside me (Control by Halsey)

A sweet kiss from poison lips (Cops and Robbers by Bean)

And I feel something so wrong doing the right thing (Counting Stars by OneRepublic)

And skin keeps turning different shades of red (Count Your Blessings by Mattiel)

And I’m afraid I might give in (Cupid’s Chokehold/Breakfast in America by Gym Class Heroes)

And I may yet fall apart (Curses by The Crane Wives)

Anything to guide you straight to me (Daisy by Zedd)

And nothing’s holding back the two of us (Dangerous by David Guetta)

And here you are (Dark Horse by Katy Perry)

DISCLAIMER: This time I didn’t fiddle around with pronouns, names and tenses!

#harringrove #ABCs #prompt list #writing prompt #Lot's of ands

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miqotepotatoe · 1 year ago

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Nothing's Ever Childish - Ninjago Secret Santa 2023

WC: 970

My Secret Santa for @sensei-twinkles. Enjoy your Watermelon Brothers fluff

Thank you @kokosnuss-jaguar, for hosting this event

Kai was not fond of patrols at all. He just personally found it a bit boring, going around the city, keeping an eye out for any suspicious activity or if any citizen needed help. When they manage to catch a crook in action, busting them is fun, but that's as rare as finding gold at the end of a rainbow as no one is dumb enough to do crime in broad daylight during a ninja patrol.

Mix boring patrols with the cold winter temperatures and it's a recipe for a very cranky Red Ninja. Despite being the Master of Fire you'd think Kai would do well in the cold, but not even his unusually higher than average body temperature can keep him warm in the biting winter chill, and these ninja suits weren't made of materials that keep you warm. He may have to request Zane to make thermal ninja suits for the winter, and ask Jay if he could make some of his amazing hot chocolate when they return to the monastery.

As Kai was passing by a bunch of shops, he spotted a familiar figure in green staring through the windows of the toy shop. Parking his bike, the Red Ninja went to see why the Green Ninja was shirking his patrols to stare at toys.

"Hey Green Bean, what're you looking at?"

Lloyd immediately jumped back in surprise and quickly turned around to face Kai, a guilty look on his face.

"K-Kai! I'm not looking at anything!"

Kai gave his little brother a small smile, a hand casually on his hip.

"No need to lie to me, I could see you staring whimsically through the window. Anything catch your eye?"

Lloyd glanced back to the toy shop window, at a giant teddy bear in the far back corner. It was huge, the biggest teddy bear Kai had ever seen. Everyone in the monastery could use it as a mattress and have a cuddle pile on it.

"Nothing really. Besides, I'm too old for toys like this. I'll be heading back on patrol, see you back at the monastery."

Lloyd quickly summoned his elemental dragon and flew off to his patrol zone. Kai lingered, looking at that goliath of a teddy bear. Ever since the Tomorrows Tea, Lloyd had put away anything and everything he owned that he considered childish, from his Starfarer comics, handmade action figures and even his old black hoodie that he painted a ribcage on in an attempt to mimic his father. The boy was forced to grow up, despite still being mentally a kid he put all his focus on training. Sure he never grew out of his love of sweets, but Lloyd deserved to be a kid. Besides, you're never too old for toys or plushies. Look at Jay and his model vehicles and Cole's collection of plushies that take up 70% of space on his bed.

Lloyd was getting that goliath teddy bear, but he needed help. Pushing a button on his earpiece, he called up the best person to help with this.

"Hey Cole, I have a favor to ask of you."

***

Lloyd was exhausted. The past few days of trying to catch this thief who had been robbing bakeries was met with little success. Everytime Lloyd was close to catching them, they vanished. It was getting annoying. Right now he just wanted to collapse and fall asleep.

He entered his room, but was met with a surprise on his bed. Looming over him was a giant teddy bear. No, the same giant teddy bear he spotted at the toy shop when on patrol the other day. But what was it doing here?

There was a tag on the teddy, which was hard to read because the handwriting was basically scribbles. From what he could make out, it read "Enjoy your new friend." Hearing a mischievous chuckle, Lloyd turned around to see Kai, leaning by the door frame, a sly smile on his face.

"So, how do you like your new cuddly friend, Green Bean?"

"Kai!? You were behind this!?"

Lloyd gestured to the goliath on his bed, the Master of Fire nodding.

"Yup, they don't call me the Master of Surprise for nothing."

"But, how did you get it here without-"

"Without you noticing? I had someone distract you with little 'robberies' at bakeries while I bought this goliath and brought him here."

Lloyd didn't know what to say. He appreciated the gift, but he was too old for stuff like giant teddy bears. The Green Ninja doesn't need childish distractions like this.

"Kai, I can't accept this. I'm-"

"Don't say you're too old for stuff like this. Who says you can't enjoy things that are seen as childish? Have you seen Jay's model vehicles that he made, or Cole's ever growing plush collection? It'd be hypocritical of us to enjoy things like this and say you can't do the same. You may be the all important Green Ninja, but you're still a kid, all of us are. So just accept this big guy as a gift from me. Besides, he may help calm you down from those nightmares you get."

Kai was right, just because they're ninja who have an important duty to protect the world doesn't mean they can't enjoy things seen as childish. Maybe Lloyd had been too hard on himself after prematurely growing up. The blond ran to Kai, wrapping his arms around his older brother, a wordless thank you for the gift.

"By the way, who'd you get to distract me with those 'bakery robberies?'"

"That's a secret I'll take to my grave."

Neither of them noticed Cole walking past, munching on a slice of Black Forest Gateau with a smile on his face, his reward for distracting the Green Ninja from Kai's plan.

#ninjago #ninjago fanfic #ninjago fanfiction #ninjagosecretsanta2023 #kai smith #kai jiang #kai jiang-smith #lloyd garmadon #cole brookstone #he's only in it breifly #have a happy holiday

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greenand-blue · 2 years ago

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Chris smells like the forest, woody, earthy, with all the force of an early spring monsoon. Green tea with milk and honey, dirt and sweat and the faint iron of blood from bruised knuckles and scraped knees and busted lips. The clean scent of the hand lotion he uses to desperately soothe the screaming calluses on his palms from climbing everything in sight that he swears is unscented. The quiet understanding and security of a library. Middle shelf liquor and willingly bloodying your knuckles for the ones you love. Spitting blood in the sink at 2am and praying no one sees it. The restless whispers on the wind of “let’s go”. The sharp scent of the middle of the night, right before it snows.

Chris Kratt smells like adventure.

Martin smells like the ocean; salty and sweet and inviting and dangerous all at the same time. Chocolate ice cream and vanilla lattes and a foraged meal in the middle of nowhere. He smells like the grace and patience and protectiveness that can only come with being an eldest sibling, the glue that holds everyone together. Dirt and sweat from the trail, the spray deodorant he only bought because it had a kraken on the label. Clean linen and little bits of everyone else, parts of his family rubbed off onto him from the constant hugs he offers. He smells like it’s his god given right to seize every day he’s given. He smells warm, like hot chocolate with extra marshmallows. Watching the sun set over a calm ocean, feeling safe.

Martin Kratt smells like home.

Aviva smells like lavender, fresh and wild. She smells like oil and metal and that fruity body spray she shares with Koki that the two insist on stocking up on whenever they’re in Germany. Black coffee and espresso shots and energy drinks, she smells like too much to do and not enough sleep. Gears turning and a fire burning in her belly, a desperate fight to make sure her hard work will one day pay off and her legacy will be remembered. Constantly striving to be better; a better inventor, a better friend, a better human. The same hand lotion Chris uses, but she is humble enough to admit that it smells like fresh cut grass. Pride and confidence and the skills to back them up.

Aviva Corcovado smells like innovation.

Koki smells like a wood stove, fiery and passionate. The fruity body spray she shares with Aviva, mixed with mocha lattes and the sweat of weightlifting. Hair oil and silken bonnets. The exhaust her computers spew out. Brown liquor and fried food. Hot maple syrup served at a diner with waffles and strawberry lip gloss. The scent of being unafraid to throw a punch when her family is in danger; never starting fights, but always ending them. She smells like getting the last laugh and blackmail and always having something on someone.

Koki smells like family.

Jimmy smells like freshly baked bread, warm and inviting. Hearty meals wafting from the kitchen, welcoming his loved ones inside to rest after a long day. The warmth of a wood stove. Old Spice deodorant and sickly sweet clouds of the best weed, which no one knows who he gets it from and he refuses to tell, but at least he’s willing to share. Stone washed denim and green apple shampoo and new converse sneakers and fearful curiosity. Skateboard decks and scraped knees and Neosporin and band-aids from one too many falls. He smells like talking your way out of a fight, immediately getting help when someone’s hurt. Chocolate covered kettle corn and movie nights and vanilla bean frappchinos.

Jimmy smells like togetherness.

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bathomet-writes · 2 years ago

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2 fast 2 furriest

summary: April gets her bike stolen by Repo Mantis, so it's up to Raph and you to help her get it back! And, you finally get the courage to ask Raph out…………with no problems whatsoever.

relationship: Raph x GN!reader

warnings: romantic, fluff, humor, kissing, sfw

word count: 8,001

You glance down at the timer you’d set on your phone. You’re sure in the time it’s taken you to look at the dryer and then back at it, the numbers would have been lower. You impatiently tap your fingers on the screen.

The clothes you’d put in there should be done any second now. One of life’s greatest pleasures, you’ve found, was taking a fresh, hot sweater out of the dryer and immediately putting it on. You practically drooled thinking about how the warmth would cut through the chill in your bones. Tonight, you had graciously accepted your friend April’s request to apartment-sit and watch over her pet Mayhem. You hadn’t seen him for quite some time, but April assured you that was normal.

“Nowadays, he just kinda comes and goes as he pleases. He’s a free-spirit!”

While you were secretly a little grateful that taking care of Mayhem only required you putting out a bowl of food and water every once in a while, you found it rather concerning that you had barely interacted with him the entire time you’ve been here. It was almost as concerning as the coldness you felt in April’s apartment. The thermostat was kept at a sensible, if not not aggravatingly low temperature. But, you weren’t one to come into another person’s place and mess with their settings. Anything to save a buck or two in these trying times, you figured.

Then– BRRRR!– your dryer let out an annoyingly shrill sound, signaling that it was done. Finally!

You toss your phone aside, and spring from the couch, tearing off your current top in favor of that sweet, sweet warmth. Your phone tumbles onto the couch cushions, while a faint buzzing sound of a notification goes unnoticed.

“Oh yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” you pull out a comfortable sweater that you’ve had since your freshman year of college. It’s pilled-cotton surface and faint smell of mothballs was the epitome of comfort. You quickly shove your head into it and shoot your arms through the sleeves.

The sound that escapes your throat is downright embarrassing, and you practically melt into the floor. “Gooooood…”

I’m just going to sit here for a second. Maybe a minute. A couple minutes.

You hug your arms around your chest and rock back and forth, letting the precious heat soak into your bones. Tonight was going to be a good night. The television was playing one of your favorite comfort shows, and you were about to finish eating some leftover meatloaf and green bean casserole April let you claim from her fridge.

Between your current job, having to worry about how you were budgeting your spending, and just life in general, you were in desperate need for a chill day. Friday nights were filled with endless possibilities for most people. Maybe they’d go out to a party and hang out with their friends, check out a new movie playing in theaters, or see a wild concert. Those ideas would normally spark your interest, but tonight was going to be the esteemed night of doing absolutely nothing.

The gentle warmth of your clothing, for some reason, makes your hazy mind think of Raph. You recall the night of the unsuccessful Foot Clan bust, and you feel the corner of your lips turning up. You still hadn’t really asked Raph out officially, and you’ve been making up millions of excuses to yourself as to why. Maybe you could just be content with the relationship you two share right now. After all, this is what it’s been like for years. It’s familiar. You sigh, relenting at how nebulous your intentions seem to be. Why can’t your heart and your brain just get over their stupid hangups and get onto the same page, already?

When the residual heat from your sweater seems to have been all tapped out, you lazily crawl from the laundry room back to the nest of comfort you’ve set up. You lift your body up to sit yourself at the coffee table to continue your meal, when you come face to face with a heinous sight.

It seems in your absence, Mayhem teleported himself back into the apartment. You stare at the multicolored creature as he continues helping himself to the food sitting on the table.

For a moment, he seems to realize you’ve been looking at him. He lifts his head up, pieces of green beans and crispy onions decorating his chops.

“Mayhem,” you threaten.

Then, he immediately goes back to chowing down. What a little shit.

“Hey– no! No!” You scramble over to smack away his head and attempt to push his small body off of the furniture. Mayhem, however, simply could not be fucked to move. Sometimes, you wish you could tell April just how much you despise little dogs. And dog-like mythical beings.

“I swear, I am this close to punting you,” you pinch your thumb and index finger together and shove it into his face to emphasize your annoyance.

After Mayhem seems to have had his fill of your food, he casually taps over to you, walking across the glass tabletop. His eyes are as neutral as can be, but they remain fixed on you. He sits and simply stares into your eyes, punctuated with a high-pitched chirping sound.

You shudder, a chill running down your spine. Mayhem scares you a little bit when he gives you those unsettling, knowing looks. You know he knows things. Like there’s a man trapped in there.

“What?” You try to escape his gaze, and slink back over to the couch to grab your phone. You were prepared to text April that her precious little dog-man best of indeterminate origin just returned, and ruined your perfect dinner.

Before you move your thumb to unlock it, you do a double-take to see you've gotten a couple texts from April already. The notifications read:

sherlock corn: i’m omw back now :DDD has mayhem eaten any of his food??

sherlock corn: god it’s cold outside

sherlock corn: there’s a weird looking tow truck out here, i think my boss’s car just got towed hahahahaha

sherlock corn: WAIT

sherlock corn: 3 Missed Calls

sherlock corn: I’M GONNA BE LATE I GOTTA GO KILL A BUG MAN

You run your hand over your forehead, thinking about the sort of shenanigans April was getting herself into. You usually tried to not let the fact that April was prone to exaggeration make you worry too much. But, of course, you can’t regulate the way your mind wanders to the possibility that she could be by herself tonight, without a bike, on a warpath to get it back. Your protective instincts start to kick in, and you frown a bit. Mayhem’s head tilts a bit in confusion, seeing your sudden distress as you look at your phone.

“Oh, April…” you say mostly to yourself.

You quickly open your messages and attempt to look over them again, seeing if you can try and find April’s location. Mayhem, chittering nervously, moves closer to you. He begins pawing at your leg, almost insisting that you let him in on what’s happening.

You look down at his pleading eyes. Deciding to give in, you lift Mayhem onto your lap and give him a gentle scratch on the cheek. “It’s ok, little guy. I think April just got her bike stolen. I’m sure she’s fine. Actually, I’m a little more worried about that bug man.”

You chuckle a bit thinking about it, conjuring up the image of a pathetic-looking insect man being beaten within an inch of his life.

As soon as he hears that April may or may not be in need of help, Mayhem pounces from his perch on your leg, and lands squarely on the top of your head. In an instant, you see a shimmering light surround the two of you. You blink, and you feel your being tear through the fabric of reality itself. It’s always disorienting to teleport. As much as you’ve enjoyed the company of people who liberally use their mystical powers on you, they had a nasty habit of interrupting your plans.

You have a bad feeling that this wasn’t going to be a chill night after all.

—

This was going to be a chill night, Raph mused to himself. No training, no patrol, just good ol’ fashioned relaxing.

He and his brothers were fixing to start one of their classic Jupiter Jim movie nights. Raph ambled into the kitchen area to grab the last of the popcorn and snacks, taking care to place everything into a convenient stack that he could carry back in one trip. Leo was always starting the movie before everyone got settled, the rascal.

Once he grabbed the last package of candy and set it atop his jenga tower of treats, he turned his heel to exit the kitchen.

“Hm-mhm…” Raph smiled, humming a song that had been stuck in his head to himself.

“RAPH!” Out of nowhere, April popped out behind the other side of the wall and grabbed onto Raph’s elbow. His precious snacks went tumbling onto the ground as a result.

“AUGHAH–!” Raph screeched, then fell to his knees to mourn his fallen snacks. “Why?”

April chuckled meekly, “Uh, sorry!”

She reached over to pat his shoulder in consolation for a brief moment, before quickly pulling him back up. “Listen, I just had a run in with that praying mantis guy! He repossessed my freakin’ bike!”

“Repo Mantis?” Raph’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. He noticed her heaving breaths, did April run all the way here?

“Are you okay? He didn’t rough you up or anything, did he?” Raph looked April up and down.

“Nah, listen. I was getting off of work, right? And when I went out to my bike, I saw him putting it into his truck. I was all like, ‘HEY, STOP’! And he was all like, ‘Why don’t cha make me?’ And then I came at him swinging–” April reenacted their exchange with a series of wild gestures, vaguely resembling punches.

“Then I think I ripped off one of his antennae things,” April reached into her pocket and withdrew a thin, purple-colored appendage, “but I’m basically unscathed.”

As it twitched a bit in her hand, Raph had to hold back a gag that threatened to make him puke. Not that he needed the visceral reminder, but God help anybody that thought about messing with April.

“Yeah– Yeah, right,” he physically turns away from her, but quickly regains his composure. “Let’s go get him, then! Just let me grab the guys–”

“There’s no time! I think I know where he’s going, but we need to go now. Let’s just take the Turtle Tank, Donnie already leant me the keys.” She spins a keyring around her fingers, then snatches Raph’s hand as she leads the two toward the garage.

Raph’s eyes narrowed in immediate suspicion, “You made a copy of the tank’s keys, didn’t you?”

“...Maybe,” her voice lowered.

As the two ran past the projector area, April took the opportunity to call out to Leo, Donnie, Mikey to inform them of their departure. They were all piled on top of eachother in the couch, having already started watching the Jupiter Jim movie without Raph. Typical.

April’s shout came out in a frenzied string of words, “HEYGUYSSORRYRAPHANDIHAVETOGOGETREPOMANTISBEBACKLATERBYE–!”

The three turtles, undeterred by their friend’s sudden appearance and exit, offered out a simple, “‘Kay.”

Raph climbed into his seat as April started up the Turtle Tank. They tore out of the sewers, and onto the streets of New York above. April hurriedly directed him to the place where Repo Mantis jumped her, and Raph drove easily between the lines of traffic.

“Don’t worry, April. We’ll show that Bug Man how the Mad Dogs deal with–”

Before he could finish his thought, a sudden burst of mystic energy popped into the interior of the tank. Raph’s confident grin dropped to a look of surprise, and he and April tore their attention from the road ahead to the two new passengers. It was Mayhem…and you?

He blinked a few times, watching Mayhem jump down from your head directly into April’s open lap. He let out a loud, happy purr as April took him into her arms.

“Woah, Mayhem!” April was just as surprised as the rest of you, but she lovingly accepted Mayhem’s aggressive head nudges. “Did you hear I was in trouble and came barging in to save me? My hero!”

You make a show of rolling your eyes at April, looking a bit offended. “And what am I, chopped liver?”

“Maybe answer my texts next time, bitch.” She smiles coldly at you.

Raph instantly perked up, calling out your name. “Hey!”

He enters the coordinates of Repo Mantis’ location into the autopilot feature, making sure it’s safe to leave the controls. Raph then approaches you, making you shift your attention from April to him. You look up at him a bit surprised, like you don’t exactly know how to greet him. Your hands reach out, faltering. You finally land on a simple pat on the arm.

“Hey! It’s you!” Your eyes shift around awkwardly, but you return his friendly greeting. It comes out forced, and you try to laugh it off.

Raph is a bit confused by your hesitance, but nonetheless amused. He laughs along with you, making you relax a bit. He’s happy to see you, even if it’s under less than favorable circumstances. Raph tries to focus back onto the chase to find Repo Mantis, but finds himself now hyper aware of your behavior. The way you move, the way you talk with April. He’d have to ask himself why later.

—

As soon as your vision clears back up, you look around to see April and Raph staring at you. Wait, Raph?

You try to take everything in stride. Okay, there was the teleporting, then the fact that you now found yourself in the Turtle Tank. Your brain, however, takes a bit longer to reboot to full operational capacity to take on social interactions.

Raph comes over to greet you, smiling warmly. You can see him saying things to you, but understand none of them. Then, he’s moving in closer. A hug? A friendly handshake? You suddenly forget how to properly interact with him, and you try your best to play it cool.

Your hand shoots from your side. From there, your body decides to let it reach out and pet Raph’s arm. The action is almost clinical in its execution.

You see the slightest change in his happy expression. Your gut twists in worry. Come on, you idiot, say something. You open your mouth, and the sounds and words that come out are seemingly beyond your control.

“Hey! It’s you!” You chuckle robotically.

Hey, it’s you? You wanted to slap yourself. Hell, you were ready to ask Raph to do it for you.

Determined to end your suffering as soon as possible, you snap your attention to April. Smooth, very smooth.

“Uh– I’m guessing we’re on our way to shakedown this, quote, unquote, “bug man.” Your fingers do air quotes for good measure.

“You got it!” April sets Mayhem down, and explains to you the events that led up to your abrupt arrival.

Occasionally, her eyes leave your own. Your attention seems to be off and wandering anyway. April discreetly goes to look between you and Raph. Her face doesn’t reveal much other than thinly-veiled curiosity.

Finally, you force yourself to be more present and focus back on April. “Huh, okay. So where do we find Repo Mantis? You think he’s still on the road?”

You try to take a step toward April, but the tank hits a pothole and you throw your arms out to try and stabilize yourself, “Wait, are we moving right now?”

Raph, similarly lost in his own thoughts, takes a moment to concentrate. He shakes his shoulders a bit, and returns to steering the tank.

“Of course we are! We’re gonna catch him while he’s doing another repo job, and get April’s bike back.” His boisterous attitude returns. “You better sit down, by the way.”

You abide, and slide into the nearest unoccupied seat. You smile to yourself, Raph was always a stickler for safety.

“C’mon, I know you’re out there somewhere,” April seethes, nearly grinding her teeth. Her eyes scour the countless streets you pass.

“I feel like you have murderous intentions,” you quip.

“Oh, murder’s gonna be the least of that guy’s worries. Raph, can’t this thing go any faster?” April slams her fists onto the console in front of her, her hands errantly hitting buttons.

Raph’s eyes shift between the digital screen before him, displaying some kind of GPS, and the two of you. “‘I think I found the signal from a tracker Donnie put on your bike, and we’re coming up on it soon.”

April seems to be briefly perturbed by the fact that her bike was being tracked Donatello, “Why am I not surprised?”

You whistle, impressed at Raph’s ingenuity. You suppose you should be impressed with Donnie, as well. If anybody in this group wanted to truly lose something, it’d have to be in another dimension.

You lean over and grab April’s hand, giving her a reassuring squeeze, “See? You’ll have your revenge in no time!”

April laughs in response, taking your hand. “Thanks. I know you probably didn’t plan on being dragged along. Mayhem must like you a lot!”

You purse your lips into a thin line, choosing to bite your tongue. You didn’t hate Mayhem, per say. You just weren’t a dog– rather, a magic dog person.

Mayhem, who seemed to have been summoned by April mentioning him, comes forward and tries rubbing up against your leg. You try to oblige and give him a couple head pats.

“Yeah, he’s the best.” Your voice is flat, barely concealing your forced attempt at affection. You suppose he could have just left you back at April’s apartment, but for whatever reason thought you accompanying him was mandatory.

Then you wonder out loud, “How did Mayhem teleport to you guys anyway?” He couldn’t have known where April was, could he?

Raph joins in your conversation, offering a shrug. “Maybe he just loves April so much, he could find her anywhere. Like a true, loyal companion.”

You look back at Raph, amused by his cheesy sentiment. “Mayhem likes you too, Raph. Right, little guy?”

You lift up Mayhem, and decide to make your way over to pass him off to Raph.

“Aww, Hey Mayhem! It’s been a while.” Raph smiles at the small creature, lifting a hand to give him a pet.

As soon as he comes within a few inches of Raph, Mayhem begins to recoil and sneer a bit at the red-clad turtle. Raph’s heart looks like it’s just been ripped from his chest, and you can’t help but chortle at him. You pull Mayhem back to cradle him in your arms, and like a switch, he goes back to a giddy, purring mess. It seemed that while Mayhem hated Raph, he couldn’t get enough of you. How unfortunate, you think. But very funny. You take a moment to shove Mayhem rapidly back and forth, cackling at the dog’s small growls as you try to push him closer to Raph.

Raph, having finally had enough of your teasing, scoffs and shoos you away. “C’mon, enough! You’re gonna rile him up.”

“Maybe it’s the cologne you’re using.” You glance back at Raph teasingly. You’ve thankfully gotten over your inexplicable awkwardness interacting with him from before, settling back into playful banter.

Raph’s face scrunches in disbelief, “No way.”

As if he thinks you somehow can’t see him, Raph lifts an arm to give himself a small, covert whiff. “Is it my ‘going over the speed limit’ stink?”

You lean in, letting yourself sniff Raph.

“I don’t think so. You smell more like bergamot and…” you go back to inhale deeply, almost comically so, “...and fresh rain. It’s nice.” Then, you turn from him and make your back to your seat with Mayhem.

Raph seems a bit startled at your daring display. If he thought you were somehow going to go out of your way to smell him, he would have most certainly made an effort to put on some cologne. And to top it all off, you’d said he smelled nice? Like, as in not bad? He can’t help feeling a bit restless, his face quickly turning a shade of red. He began mindlessly drumming his fingers along the armrests.

“You guys–! It’s him!” April’s voice cut through Raph’s thoughts. He tried to ignore the sudden tightness in his chest to look up at the road.

About a block ahead, you all could see the Repo Mantis tow truck parked on the side of the road. The Repo Mantis himself was absent, leaving his vehicle unattended. Raph sighs, knowing he’s probably out and about taking somebody’s oxygen tank or something. Raph quickly moves to activate the breaks. The tank skids to a halt, and Raph elects to park it in a nearby alleyway.

April’s eyes go absolutely sinister as she runs to the rip open the side door. “It’s time to repo your mortal soul, Mantis.” Her hands crack her knuckles menacingly.

Raph grabbed the back of April’s jacket, lifting her up and off the ground like a feral cat. “Why don’t you just let me handle this? We can’t have you getting arrested for manslaughter.”

April looked at Raph in annoyance, but thinking about it, brightened up and quickly replied, “You’re right, you can take the heat on this one. I’ve got a reputation to uphold.”

“Thanks.” Raph smiles sarcastically at her, voice laced with chagrin.

You wave after him, more than happy to let Raph do all the heavy-lifting, so to speak. “Good luck!”

Raph looks at you, a smile briefly appearing on his face. “Thanks! Uh, thank you. You too.”

Wow. Did he really just do the classic misplaced ‘you too’ line? You shake your head in shame, basking in the pure cringe you see Raph encapsulate as he rushes out of the tank.

You and April watch as Raph strides calmly over to the tow truck, eyes glued to the scene to watch for any signs of trouble. You were sure Raph would be fine, and you lean back into your seat and weakly begin to stroke Mayhem’s back. He yawns, and stretches himself out over your lap.

April folds her arms and takes her seat as well, kicking up her feet onto the dashboard. She looks over to you and Mayhem, taking in the rare image of you interacting somewhat enthusiastically with him.

You flop your head over, glancing at her with a lopsided smile. “Something on your mind?”

She takes a second to choose her words carefully, and mimics your upbeat demeanor. “No. Not really.”

You hum in response, and check a side view mirror to make sure Raph is still within sight. He seems to have safely approached the tow truck.

April does the same, and decides to just cut to the chase.

“What’s up with you two, anyway?” she innocently asks.

You swallow a bit, your mouth suddenly feeling rather dry. You carefully set Mayhem down on the ground beside you, and turn fully to look at April.

You raise an eyebrow. April was always easy to talk candidly with. If there was juicy gossip, be it about the turtles or anything else, she would usually come to you with it. By the look she’s giving you right now, she’s ready for you to indulge her nosiness.

You breathe in, you want her to say whatever she’s so clearly eager to say to your face. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, why are you and Raph acting so weird around each other all of the sudden? What, you like him or something?”

Damn, you didn’t really expect her to be so eerily perceptive. You swallow again, determined to keep yourself and your emotions under control. You wanted to try to play your cards a little close to the chest.

“Or something,” you reply dryly.

“C’mon, don’t be coy,” she sighs. April then makes the move to fully look at you as well. “You can’t hide from me.”

You chuckle, putting your head on your hands. “Nothing to hide.”

She casts a scrutinizing gaze upon your form, looking you thoroughly up and down. “You know I’m a journalist, right? Getting the truth out of people is basically my job. I can read you like a book.”

“Oh, really?” You level her with your own look of scrutiny. “Then read me.”

She sputters a bit, but hardens her expression in an instant. The two of you stare at each other for several minutes. You weren’t going to break, you told yourself. Your mind was a steel trap.

After having seemingly come to her final conclusion, she closes her eyes to reveal her deduction.

Then, her mouth curls up into the smarmiest of smirks. In a singsong-y lilt, she states, “You like him!”

“Pfft— no, I don’t.” You turn your head back to the mirror, wanting to distract yourself.

I love him. In love, even.

Wait, no. Love? You racked your brain, but there really wasn’t any other word you could think of to describe how you felt about Raphael Hamato. But love? You were in actual, honest-to-goodness love? Somehow, it felt foreign think about your true feelings like that. You were baffled by emotions you have yet to fully understand.

You quietly scoff to yourself, and look back to April. When your eyes meet, her expression has completely changed to one of pure shock.

“What?” You don’t know what the look was for, quite frankly.

April’s eyes have practically bugged out their sockets. Her cat-eye glasses slip a bit down her nose as she inches forward.

“Dude, I was joking,” Her voice is barely above a whisper. “You’re in love with him?”

Ah, it would seem your internal dialogue became actual dialogue. Like in slow motion, the profound realization that you just admitted to April’s face that you were in love with Raph set in.

You slowly suck in your bottom lip, almost biting at the skin. Your hands, that have since been placed on the armrests, tighten into white-knuckle the leather. Your skin goes clammy. If you could self-destruct, you would very much like to at this very moment.

And like a dam one hairline crack away from bursting, your failure to deny the claim confirms it for April. She tries, but fails, to hold back her unadulterated joy.

“OH. MY. GOD.” She leans all the way to the edge of her seat, her nose but centimeters away from touching yours.

“APRIL—!”

She immediately cuts you off, grabbing your shoulders and squealing with wild abandon. April then lifts you both from your seats to spin and twirl about in a loving embrace. Beneath you, Mayhem has not seemed to be disturbed in the slightest by the sudden shift in volume.

“This is— Holy shit!” She slaps her hands on either side of your face, causing your cheeks to become slightly squished. “You know what this means, right?”

“That I can die and go to Heaven now?” You feel your head slip down. There was no other way to deal with this other than a swift and merciful death.

“No, dummy! It means you have to tell me everything! Have you told him yet? Have you asked him out? Do you think he feels the same? Have you kissed? What—“

You reach up to pinch April’s cheek in a bid to get her to stop her bombardment of questions. Thankfully, she closes her mouth, looking at you in anticipation.

“If you would stop grilling me for one second,” you release her and push off to fall back into your seat, “I can tell you.”

She eagerly sits back down as well, hands placed politely on her knees. “Go on.”

“Not yet, not really, don’t know, and no.” You lift up a finger to correspond with each response.

“Verbose, as always,” April teases you.

“W-Well, what do you want me to say? I’m bad at this sort of stuff. I don’t know when it started exactly…” You look at your short nails. You had previously bit them all off in a fit of anxiety a couple nights before.

April straightens a bit, and gives you a sympathetic look. Her eyes flit briefly back toward the street, wondering if Raph would be back sometime soon. Then, she places a firm, reassuring hand onto your own.

“Hey, it’s cool! You can tell me or not tell me whatever you want. I’m just really happy for you. You and Raph would make a super cute couple.” She tosses a playful wink at you, and you can’t help the small smile that starts to tug at your lips.

“And don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. And if you ever need any help— well, not that you need help. I’m not like, super experienced in love. But, I can be your wingman! Or, you could—“

You cut April off, wrapping your arms around her neck to give her a tight hug. You couldn’t ask for a better friend than her. She falters a bit, but wraps her arms around you as well. You weren’t usually the one to initiate hugs, and was pleasantly surprised at your closeness.

“You sure know how to ramble, huh?” You squeeze her neck a smidge tighter.

“Har-har,” she sighs, rolling her eyes at you.

You separate and give a genuine smile. “Thanks. Seriously.”

The two of you grab at each others’ hands, lacing your fingers together and sitting knee-to-knee. You really missed hanging out with April like you used to, spending countless days together working on homework and pulling all-nighters. Sitting with her like this, it’s as if no time has passed.

“I gotta ask, though.” April cocks her head, looking at you expectantly. You nod for her to continue.

“Why Raph?” She smiles at you, her eyes sparkling.

The face you pulled must have made her backtrack a little, so she quickly adds, “You know what I mean. Like, what about Raph specifically made you…fall in love with him?”

She titters a bit at the end, like a giddy kid getting to say a curse word for the first time. You giggle along with her, your ears burning and toes tapping.

“Do you have a couple hours to spare?” You look wistfully out into the street, and suddenly you become aware of why all of you were out here in the first place.

“Speaking of Raph…” your eyebrows crease in worry. You tried to ease off and let him take care of dealing with the bad guy, but now you were tempted to go with April and investigate.

“Yeah, we should probably go check. Hey, Mayhem.” She reaches down and shakes him a bit, waking him up from his nap.

“Think you could go pop in on Raph, make sure he’s not dead?” She jokes.

Mayhem takes his sweet time getting up, arching his back, and splaying his toes to stretch them. He chirps, confirming that he’d oblige. You watch as Mayhem once again blinks out of existence.

You wring your hands, looking out into the unusually empty street. You could swear you saw more people out there before.

“I’m sure he’s fine. He’s just getting a few extra licks in for us,” she states confidently. April shadow boxes the air a bit, illustrating her point.

And then from behind, you hear a familiar, distressed voice.

“DRIVE, DRIVE AWAY NOW!”

—-

Raph’s loud voice came crashing in as Mayhem teleported him into the tank, along with a slightly dented bike. Raph looks like he’d just been in a fight with a cheese grater, cuts and scratches covering his entire body.

April and you gawk at the visibly shaken turtle, before turning to each other in disbelief. You weren’t sure a praying mantis could do all that damage. She looks back at Raph, giving him a quick, “Don’t have to tell me twice!”

April shoots from her seat and takes control of the Turtle Tank, turning on the ignition in an impressive display of speed. The wheels screech against the pavement, the smell of burning rubber wafting in the air as she peels out into the street. It’s interesting to see April handle herself so well in high-stakes situations, like the ones you’ve come to find yourself in more and more frequently.

Not content to just sit there and do nothing, you go to follow Raph, who has planted himself in the back area of the tank. He sits on a bench, still desperately clutching the bike in his shaky hands. You gently coax his fingers off of the metal, and move the bike out of the way.

“What happened back there? You look like you’ve seen—“

“Cat. Big Cat. Huge.” His words come out choppy and full of horror.

You blink, but reach out to place a hand on his chin. You lift his head up and to the left, examining for any serious injuries. “What big cat?”

“Mrs. Nubbins,” April squeaks out. You turn, looking out to see an enormous bug-cat hybrid bounding toward your vehicle. Its massive tail whips back and forth in a menacing show of force, the appendage sending several nearby cars flying into the air.

You cry out in terror, and April tries her best to take a sharp right turn at an upcoming intersection.

You do your best to get a good look at the beast, a little bit in awe. Weirdly enough, you spot a small figure sitting at the top of the cat’s head. It’s as if it was being controlled by a tiny man. You could only assume who would be the one to occupy that role.

“‘EY, COME BACK HERE! I AIN’T THROUGH WITH YOUSE YET!” A faint voice called out from behind the tank, loud enough to reach your ears.

“April!” You call out. Repo Mantis was definitely not a villain you were itching to meet anytime soon. The thunderous pounding of cat paws were quickly approaching, and you could feel the suspension begin to work overtime as you were launched about an inch into the air.

“Workin’ on it—!” April barked back at you. She yells, trying to manage a series of tight maneuvers. The tank veered left and right, dodging various environmental obstacles such as other cars and people in a hasty chase that took you into the deepest bowels of the city.

Raph was still stuck in a haze, and you couldn’t help but grab onto his hulking form for some sense of support as you were threatened to be tossed about the back seat like a bag of loose groceries. You grab his face, trying desperately to get him to come back to his senses.

“Raph, now’s really not the time to check out!” You shout encouragingly. But, nothing happens. The same pain-stricken, pale-looking face looks out into the middle distance.

You grumble, praying that this wouldn’t come back to bite you in the ass.

“Let’s go,” you exclaim, lightly slapping Raph across the face.

“Come on,” another smack to the opposite side.

“Don’t make me do something drastic,” you warn, repeatedly slapping him back and forth across the face. No response.

You bite back a groan, but muster up all the courage you can. Surely, you weren’t about to try it. It wouldn’t work. You had no choice, you told yourself.

You sucked in a quick breath through your nostrils, and lean forward, awkwardly smashing your dry lips onto his. This should be a lot more romantic than it is, and you take a brief moment to savor the act. Even though you were mostly joking earlier, you breathe in his scent and are instantly intoxicated. You let yourself linger a bit too long, parting your lips ever so slightly. If breathing in his scent was getting you going, tasting it was a whole other experience. But, you remember you’re all being chased by a turtle-hungry giant cat. The residual force from the tank’s erratic movement forces you to part from Raph’s lips. You note how surprisingly not terrible they felt.

But, to your exasperation, Raph remained shell-shocked (you laugh a bit in your head). Well fuck, time to pull out the big guns.

You angrily grab Raph’s right hand, rolling it over to expose the meat of his thumb. Then, you sink your teeth into it, chomping down as hard as you possibly can. If this didn’t work, you were truly worried that Raph might be in some fear-induced coma.

Then, to your joy, you hear Raph’s signature yell grace your ears. You’d never been so grateful to hear that goofy noise in your entire life.

Raph is a bit disoriented, but he looks down to the source of the strange sensation he was feeling in his hand.

“What the— What just happened?” Raph blubbers. He rubs the back of his head a bit, then lifts up his right hand to his face. For whatever reason, you just kept on biting, your head rising along with his appendage.

“‘Ur ‘ack!” you mumble, mouth occupied with Raph’s hand.

His eyes shift back and forth to your teeth and you, mouth coiling into a tight squiggle. A couple drops of sweat seem to fall down his face.

“Uh, can you—“ he wiggles his hand a bit. He looks a little embarrassed.

Oh, right. You unclench your jaw and release him. You awkwardly chuckle a bit, looking at the small marks beginning to form on his hand that mimic your bite pattern. You have to almost click your jaw back into place, having held it open that wide for that long.

“Sorry, it was kind of my last resort,” you admit. You give Raph a light smile as you pat his face, pleased to finally have him back to his senses.

You briefly see him lick his lips, putting his hand in his other one protectively.

“Well,” his eyes continue to shift, almost unwilling to meet your gaze. “I’d hate to know what your other resorts were.”

You look at him, a bit puzzled. You guess he really didn’t remember you slapping him. Or doing that…other thing. Maybe you’d just keep that bit of knowledge to yourself for a while. You stared at the slightly flustered Raph, cheeks dusted pink, and shallow breathing coming out in quiet puffs. Then, something small seemed to snap inside your psyche. Nothing huge, but suddenly you looked at Raph a little differently. You hated to admit it— oh, who were you kidding, you quite liked admitting it. Seeing Raph, the 6-foot-something tall, brick shithouse of a guy, in such a state before you made you feel things. Things that were somewhat inconvenient while in the middle of a high-speed car chase.

“I could show you again sometime.” You wiggle your eyebrows suggestively at him. You’re not exactly sure where your sudden lurid charm came from, but you kind of liked it.

Raph attempts to respond, rapidly forming silent syllables with his mouth, but otherwise remains speechless. Your eyelids drop, letting yourself study his minute expressions. Raph can’t help but ogle you a bit, but quickly shakes his head to bring him back to reality. You all were still on the run from Repo Mantis and his freaky cat Mrs. Nubbins.

“Oh, please,” he chastises you. Raph then pushes himself off of the bench, shaking his limbs out to clear his head.

April, seemingly unaware of the intimate moment the two of you shared in the back, calls out to Raph. “Where’s the garage?! I’ve kinda just been driving around wherever for a while!”

Raph whips his head around, moving back to the front of the tank to help April. “You lost ‘em? Nice work!”

You stay in the back for a minute, smiling at the back of Raph’s head. Oblivious to your loud and crazed environment, you let your index and middle finger lightly brush over your lips. The lightest touch, and you can feel yourself getting worked up again. You really needed a cold shower.

You peek out the back window, where thankfully, the cat beast was nowhere to be found. You had to remember to commend April on her driving skills when you got back to the lair.

April lets Raph take back his chair, and he begins steering the tank down a couple of narrow alleys, attempting to find a way back into the lair.

“So, are we just gonna leave Repo Mantis and his cat roam about out there?” April looked at Raph and you questioningly.

As if you were both on the same wavelength, the two of you responded with a resounding, “Yup.”

Raph and you suddenly felt a bit claustrophobic within the Turtle Tank.

—

The three of you emerged from the back, walking out into the garage and letting out a collective sigh of relief. April wheeled out her recovered bike beside her, running her hand over the seat.

“Donnie can buff out the scratches, if you want,” Raph offered.

“You know what,” April looked at the two of you, a tired look in the eye. “I think I’m gonna try taking the bus. Public transit is great.”

You nodded lazily, placing your hands behind your head and leaning back. “I hear that. Biking is so exhausting.”

Mayhem jumps up onto April’s shoulders, knocking his head against her own. He has had enough action for one night as well, and she nods. “Okay, okay. Let’s go to bed.”

You hesitantly glance from Raph to April, rubbing the back of your hand. You don’t exactly know what to say. You were tired as shit, but you could tell Raph was giving you a look that made you feel like he wanted to tell you something.

Giving you a knowing look, April bumps your shoulder and says, “I’ll give you a minute. I’ll send Mayhem to come back and get you, you’re sleeping over tonight.”

“Oh, uh…” you mumble. You were once again eternally grateful for April, and your rock a bit on your heels. “Sure, okay.”

“G’night, Raph. Thanks again for rescuing my bike!” April calls out as she shoots the two of you finger guns. Then, Mayhem teleports her away.

Raph, having finally let himself truly relax for the first time in several minutes, lets his large hand rest upon your shoulder. You turn to face him, giving him a look of naïveté.

“Yes?” you coo. You make a show to bat your eyelashes at him.

He looks down at you, his jaw tightly set. You could almost see the gears turning in his head. You resolve to save him any embarrassment and try to ease the tension.

“I know what you’re going to say,” you assure him. You reach up and run your fingers over the calloused skin of his hand.

“Wait, you do?” he squawks. His eyes search your face, looking for any sign of what’s going on inside your head.

“Pumpernickel?” you jest.

“Not even close.” Raph shakes his head disparagingly down at you.

You give a gentle snicker, and take a daring step closer. You resume your earlier expectation of Raph’s scratches from the cat, noting one that seems to have cut his mask up a bit on the left. You strain yourself to reach up and give the mark a cautious poke.

“Does that hurt?” You lean up, prodding at Raph’s face.

He stutters a bit, red beginning to color his features. “N-No, I’m fine! It takes a lot to really hurt me, haha.”

You allow your fingers to rub a bit at the affected area of his cheek. “True, you are pretty resilient.”

His shoulders slump a bit, and Raph looks up at the ceiling. “Say, uh…back there? You–”

You guess you had delayed the conversation long enough, retracting your hand. “Yeah, I don’t know why I did that. I don’t usually bite people.”

“Oh, yeah. That. The bite.” He glances back down to observe his hand, turning it around for you to see. “I’m actually kinda impressed, you did more damage than Mrs. Nubbins!”

Genuinely shocked, you grab at his hand to look closer. “What? No– You’re joking.”

“Yeah, look– I think you broke the skin!” He waves his hand mockingly in your face, chasing you a bit around the garage. You run away from his taunting, laughing along as the two of you scurry about.

“Don’t show me your wound!” You smack at his face, as Raph leans over to trap you in a side hug.

“I think it’s lethal, Doctor. What’s your prognosis?” He leans closer, his tone suddenly going deadly serious. You smirk and go along with the spontaneous medical roleplay.

“Hm…I think it’s infected. Better let me administer the antidote,” you state. Grabbing his hand, you place a wet, sloppy smooch on his thumb. You look up at Raph, and laugh at his dumbstruck expression.

“Ew, why’d you use so much spit?” He gripes, wiping his hand on the front of your sweater.

“It’s healing. I have the healing spit of a dog.” You can’t help but stare and take in the image of him leaning into your embrace, guffawing at your ridiculous statement. You could feel the familiar love pangs in your chest, and you stand a little taller to look him in the eye. If April were still here, she would be on the sidelines cheering for you to take the leap. You decide to borrow some of April’s energy and confidence, and you go for it.

“Hey, if you’re not too busy, would you wanna go do something with me? Preferably without the interference of any Foot dudes or giant, deadly cats?” You cock an eyebrow up at Raph, hoping your flawless transition wasn’t too much of a whiplash for him.

Raph immediately stops his laughter, and looks at you with a new glint in his eye. He is a bit taken aback, but responds with a swift grab of your hands.

“Uh, sure! Sure, I would love that.” Raph’s voice raises an octave.

You couldn’t believe it. After weeks, if not months of dreading it, you asked Raph out! You two were going to hang out alone, finally. You swore to yourself that even one minor villain threatened to interrupt your plans, you’d…well, you don’t know exactly what you’d do. Probably violence. You were too exhausted to think about plans at the moment though. You could save that for tomorrow. You give him a quick nod, letting yourself shamelessly smile from ear to ear.

You both look at each other to confirm for a moment that you, in fact, just asked him out. The world seemed to stop rotating at its axis. Raph’s stomach was doing backflips, but he tried to control his breathing so he could look you in the eye properly.

“I’m really glad you asked me that, if I’m gonna be honest,” he smiles warmly at you.

“Aww, really?” You can’t help trying to hide your shy expression in the crook of your neck.

“Yeah, I don’t usually kiss before the first date,” he says out of the side of his mouth. Raph then hits you with his own suggestive eyebrow wiggle.

Before you can fully process his bold admission, Mayhem appeared onto the top of your head once again to whisk you away to April’s apartment. He had remembered your less-than chaste kiss from back in the Turtle Tank, you realized. Your bug-eyed stare and beet-red face was the last thing Raph saw before you were taken away in a burst of shimmering energy. He chuckled to himself, standing alone in the garage for a minute to smile.

author's note: here's the followup to stakeout!! thank u for reading (read on ao3 if you’d like to see the rest of the series)

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