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downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles · 4 years ago

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We Met Within This Screen (final chapter, pt. 2, the end.)

part one here

A/N: Thank you guys for all of your wonderful comments and the love sent my way for this fanfic. I've had a great time writing it despite its rocky moments. I really hope this ending does it justice; I've never gotten to write a proper conclusion to anything like this before. It's the first time I've ever completed a multi-chapter work such as this, so I'm happy. 🍾🥂 Here's to finishing what you start, and enjoy. :)

Just shy of a half-hour later, he was finished telling the story. She had sat the both of them down on the couch, one on each end, and he explained in great detail everything leading up to current-day. Tales of the ooze, Mutagen, as he'd told her; the rat named Splinter, a man formerly known as Hamato Yoshi, who had fathered and trained them; and lastly, their mission. Be of service, protect the city; have a good heart. And Donnie most certainly had a good heart. He was not the outlandish figure she'd first saw and recognized him as. He was the guy she had come to know as Bo, Donatello, who was the same person she'd talked to this whole time. At some points of the retelling, he got excited to share some of their adventures. This came after their humble beginnings of struggling in the sewers. Donnie was happy to share after so long of dodging saying anything about his life.

She nodded along to this talking. "...and that's how we're here," he said finally, putting his hands on his legs. "Since we're here, any questions?"

She replied with a no, looking over at the TV that had remained on the entire time. Donnie stayed seated as she got up and got the remote, also glancing at the clock on the wall, which read 10:45 PM. She switched the TV off. Looks like it's time to go, he thought. He rose from the couch and fixed the pillow he'd displaced.

"Donnie, this has been...strange," and for a split second, his face fell, "but not bad! Though, it is getting late."

"Oh, no—yeah, no, I understand," he sputtered bashfully, activating the staff which collapsed back into its smaller form. He tucked it away somewhere on him.

For a moment, he simply stood there as if wanting to say something, but the words never found him. "So it's goodbye?" he asked quietly. The way he said it made it seem like he thought it was forever. But it was on until they figured out how to pick up where they left off after that night. Undoubtedly, things would be different going forward. He didn't know if that would be good or bad.

"Only until next time," she told him, a small smile present. He visibly relaxed. "You're still my friend, Donatello."

He smiled. "I knew that. Totally."

Showing himself out, he stepped onto the balcony, looking back one last time before he bounded away. He held up his hand and gave a small wave.

But she hadn't said bye yet, so he stuck around for a moment longer, though it was met with an awkward silence. He was beginning to go over the railing when she ran over to the door, stopping him. "Wait," she said, and he crawled back over the railing with a confused but curious expression. "I actually do have a question. Just one, before you go."

"Sure," he said, inviting her to go on. She had to look up to see his face being so close.

Tenderly, she asked, "Why'd you not tell me, after all that time? Would you have ever chosen to do this if it hadn't been for an accident?"

Donnie couldn't give her an answer on that.

He sighed, slightly shaking his head. "I couldn't, [y/n]. We've been through this."

"I only wanted you to trust me, Donnie," she responded. And that was, really, how she'd felt. Throughout their entire friendship, it had felt one-sided in that regard. Trusting but not trusted, but she hadn't any idea of what was truly going on, at the time.

Donnie pondered her question: If there hadn't been some kind of divine intervention, would he have ever had the chance to have something more with her than words on a screen?

He swallowed as she took a small step closer.

"I just wanted you to care about me." His volume was barely above a whisper. He clenched his jaw briefly, as if he was concerned over his own words. His golden-brown eyes wandered from your eyes on downward.

"I did—I do care about you, what makes you say that?" she questioned, puzzled.

He vaguely gestured at his body, "Wouldn't this be a little hard grasp over text? Isn't it hard to accept even now?"

Though she didn't answer, he had a feeling that he was correct about one of those things—she did have to wrap her head around everything. Tentatively, both watched as her fingers brushed against his own. His hand moved along with hers, seeing and feeling the delicateness. Until they laced together as well as they could, her heart steady while his was beginning to race. His hand even trembled ever so slightly. He would have wanted to stay like that forever, had it not been for the fact that he was uncertain where they now stood. Where he stood in your eyes. What did this mean?

Putting her other hand on his shoulder, she tried to conjure a smile. But it flickered out as she murmured, leaning into him, "Does this answer your question?" She had to stand on the tips of her toes, while his hand tightened in hers involuntarily, almost too shocked to bend down for what was coming. The one thing he hadn't accounted for in their meeting, not once—and it was happening.

He seemed like he was going to stammer something, but her lips closed the gap and planted softly on his.

There is no way.

There is no way this is happening—but I'm seeing it with my own eyes!

Donnie lost all control the moment her lips pressed against his. His hand squeezed hers, shaking as his heart pounded in his chest. I'm shaking. Why am I shaking?

His eyes which had been wide were now fluttering closed. For the better half of the kiss, every other thought beside the ones of her was ejected. He couldn't have pulled away, even if he'd wanted. He was hers completely. That was irrevocable.

It was only until she decided it was time to step back did they part, him looking at her entrancing face once more, and her swallowing heavily. That kiss had been something she'd dreamed of before. Never Knowing it would be held on the smooth, moist lips of a humanoid turtle, rather than those or a human man. In fact, she had to convince herself that she wasn't dreaming. Her hand slid down his shoulder and onto his chestplate. It was rough, almost possessing a grain under her fingertips. Her thumb rubbed the back of his hand. He thought he felt a tingle from the trail her fingers left.

Donnie was on Cloud Nine for a solid minute before coming back to his senses. "That...I…" he struggled to find the words. For a brain that worked so fast, he felt utterly slow, then.

She cracked a smile, face contorted into one of hope and a hint of embarrassment. "Is it too late to say that I've waited to do that for a while now?" she laughed.

"N-no," he said, still trying to organize his thoughts. "No, it isn't."

"Okay, good," she replied with a relieved exhale.

Her hand went from his chest to his arm, feeling the taut muscle as it traveled down. His hand enveloped hers while the other lifted, going to touch her cheek. "Does this mean…?" he trailed off.

"It means I really, really like you, Donnie. I have since we played that game."

He gently brushed her cheek with his thumb, "I really like you, too," he mimicked, voice soft.

Maybe even that was an understatement.

"I think I…"

A noise nearby alerted him, and on instinct, he set her behind himself on defense. Don't be an attack now, of all times, he thought, listening closely. He told her to be quiet and to not say anything, using his forearm to gently push her back into the apartment. He pulled out his staff.

"Sup dude and dudette!" an all too familiar voice beamed, the orange-banded turtle appearing hanging upside down from the balcony above. [Y/N] shrieked, and Donnie nearly bashed his brother in the head, sucking in a sharp breath as he accidentally backpedaled into her. Mikey waved and flashed a grin. "Don't worry, we didn't see anything...except for you two kissing, that was really unexpected!" He flipped down onto the balcony, and Donnie grumbled something, going in for a zap to his brother's plastron. Mikey dodged it, this time. Donnie tried again; unsuccessful. "Oop—saw that one coming," Mikey laughed, jovial.

Donnie groaned, half-embarrassed and half-annoyed, "Mikey, what are you doing here?"

Waltzing into her apartment, Mikey crossed his arms with a wink sent the human's way. "Michelangelo, wingman to the big special D right here," he introduced himself brightly, "but you can call me Mikey."

Donnie slapped his hand to his flushed face, hoping that he was the only one who noticed Mikey's less-than-classy wording.

"So you're all named after Renaissance painters?" asked [y/n], lifting a brow.

Exhaling, Donnie stepped between them, "[Y/N], this is Mikey, my brother. The one that—"

"Got you together!"

"—that got us into this predicament," he'd almost said, but he realized as Mikey said that, he owed their meeting all to him. It had all started with that talk they had had late that day, after patrol, and ended on her balcony, Donnie getting to experience a kiss for the first time. With someone he'd never imagined he would have ever been able to touch, let alone share something like that with. Yes, as much of a hassle everything up until that point had been, it was all thanks to Mikey.

Donnie grinned, turning to his brother and draping his arm over the back of his shoulders. "Yeah, you did," he agreed. Mikey smiled as he looked down at him with fondness. He wrapped an arm around Donnie's shell in return.

"You know it, brah. Oh, and I take cash or pi—"

"Don't push it, younger bro." Donnie rolled his eyes.

Waiiiiit a minute.

Mumbling for [y/n] to hold that thought, Donnie, suspicious, crept over toward the balcony. "We"?

Mikey tried to make chatter with her while he did so, mentioning how he liked what she'd done with the place.

He checked if the coast was clear first before leaning onto the railing on his shell, squinting his eyes. And he was not surprised at all to see Raph and Leo looking down at him from over the edge of the roof. Leo had his recognizable expression of: "You'd better wrap it up." Donnie drooped his shoulders and ducked back inside. Couldn't last forever, he thought. Despite whatever was waiting for him on the roof or at home, he could still smile on the day he'd had. He would be thinking about that kiss for weeks.

"I guess it's bye for real this time," he told [y/n], sad to go what felt like so soon, but really was content. The night could not have gone better. "I have to, you know, go get flamed by my oldest brother. Probably."

"We'll be in touch, Donnie," she replied. "Um...text me when you get home? Just so I know you got there alright."

Smiling, Donnie nodded.

Mikey budded in, "Hey, don't forget about me here."

Chuckling, Donnie headed for the door, taking Mikey but the upper arm along with him. They stopped one last time to waved to her before making their exit.

Leo and Raph met the pair at the top. Raph was the first to speak, asking skeptically, "And yer sure this girl is alright?"

"Positive," Donnie answered with confidence.

After a moment of trying to come up with some kind of remark, Raph let out a huff. "You got the nerve, I'll tell you that." He held out his fist ready for a bump, and when Donnie didn't immediately reciprocate, grumbled "Well? Don't leave me hangin', Don." Realizing what he wanted, Donnie went right in for the fist bump.

Pulling away, Donnie asked, "So you're not mad?" He gave some space between himself and the incoming Leo.

Raph scoffed lightly and shrugged. "I may not trust her, but I trust you," he responded, gruff as usual. "Just don't expect me to be all friendly and whatnot—I ain't doin' it."

"You don't have to do anything, Raph."

And then Donnie was face-to-face with Leo, who's intensely blue eyes were trained on him for a few seconds too long. Donnie wondered what he was thinking until he sighed, and then spoke.

"I'm sorry."

Behind Leo, Mikey was in awe.

"That's a new one," Raph chuffed. He left the circle to watch from the edge of the building. Mikey stuck around, but only far enough to be in ear shot. If something coming from Leo started off with a sincere "I'm sorry", he wouldn't miss it.

"Yes, you heard. I'm sorry," Leo admitted, bringing his eyes up from the ground. "I shouldn't have pressured you, Donnie. I know that you can handle yourself. I was just trying to protect you and our family," he explained, pausing to glance over at the other two brothers, "but…yeah. I'm sorry for pushing you, Don. I was kind of a jerk back there."

Deciding he didn't have any words good enough to say what he wanted to, Donnie simply pulled Leo in for half-hug, rocking him with him. Leo wore his lopsided smile as he gave Donnie's shell a slap.

"That...was…"

They stepped away from each other, staring at Mikey quizzically.

"...beautiful, bros," he finished in a whisper.

They stayed for a minute just watching the city go by, the clock ticking by later into the night. Donnie finally thought to ask Leo how Splinter was, because he definitely knew what was going down. He was a smart old man—and beside, Donnie had made no effort to pretend that wasn't what he was doing when he'd initially left. If Splinter knew, Splinter knew. He was still mildly afraid of Leo's response.

"You want the truth?" Leo questioned, his expression briefly changing to one of a cringe.

"I mean, I'd like to know what I'm in for," Donnie replied in an obvious manner.

"He was angry, at first. Didn't know you left until he was done with his talk with Mikey. Also surprised that you actually went through with it. But, after that...he seemed like he understood, in a way, I guess. I didn't ask questions. You'll have to confront him about it yourself, because he just sent me and Raph out to get you."

Donnie kept his eyes on the sidewalk below them, and the occasional person walking it. "And Mikey?" he asked, quizzical.

"He insisted," Leo groaned.

"You know I can't pass up an opportunity to see D get his first kiss!"

"Oh, shut up, you had no idea that was gonna happen. You just wanted to go because me 'n Leo were goin'," Raph argued, flicking his head. "Weren't you supposed to stay in by Splinter's orders?"

Mikey crossed his arms and turned away, "I don't have to take this abuse." He was, indeed, meant to stay behind. But the boy couldn't help himself.

Once the banter died down, they were left contemplating whether they wanted to stay out a little longer, or if it was time to turn in. It had already been a long night, but in honesty, Donnie wasn't ready to go quite yet. He still felt as though he had so much to say to [y/n], but he supposed that time had already passed. At least until next time, if or when that was. Raph took a break from his lookout and sat next to Donnie with a grunt. He wasn't good with mush or sensitive things, but he felt compelled to ask "What're you gonna do now?"

Donnie hummed in question.

"Well, she knows. And by the looks of things—erm—the look of one particular thing, you two are still goin' steady."

Ugh, they saw it. Donnie moaned, a cold flush coming over his face. I can't have anything private in this family.

Raph pushed him on his shoulder. "Ya shouldn't mack on someone by the doorway if ya don't wanna be seen," he jested.

"I don't know what's next, Raph," Donnie confessed. "We didn't exactly...make anything official after that."

Once they were back on the move towards home, they all dropped into the nearest manhole, but Donnie remained where he was, saying he would catch up to them. He was the fastest of the four, after all.

"I hope you're still awake," he mumbled to himself as he reached for his phone. They were close to home, anyway. And it was quiet. He typed:

"I'm almost home, [y/n]. All safe."

A couple of minutes later, she responded.

"Okay, that's good

Your brother is quite the character, by the way"

"He is who he is, lol"

"He seems nice though."

Walking down along the sewers, he took his time. What was a little longer after the night he'd had?

"Donnie, what were you going to say when Michelangelo interrupted us?"

He stopped in his tracks and thought, having nearly forgotten that he was going to actually say it. He didn't just like her—for the first time, he was sure he loved her.

"That I think I love you, [y/n]."

He regretted not saying it when he was with her, but he just couldn't wait.

There was a worrisome pause on her end in which he imagined she was staring at her screen thinking about how strong that came off, that it was uncalled for, that he was going too fast—

"I said I liked you

But that was not quite the truth

I love you, Donnie."

Golden-brown eyes sparkling, he let out a laugh, unable to contain his happiness, and the rest of the brothers smiled to themselves hearing the whoop of joy and excitement echo in the tunnel.

His adventure in love and friendship had started within a screen, but he was bound to it no longer. This was the opening of a new chapter in his life.

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teenage-mutant-ninja-freak · 4 years ago

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Blood of the covenant

Someone requested a mob boss! Raph reader after my Leo one so this is for them

Mob boss Raphael x fem!reader

Warnings: drugs and substances mention and usage, cheating, rough sex NSFW, violence, murder mention, angst like a lot of angst.

Summery: You and Raph have been together for a while and one night he comes home and something is different. He’s always done bad things being one of the heads of a crime family but this time he did something bad….To you. It’s time to get your own back on him and his reaction will not be pretty but you’re just as dysfunctional as him so bring it on.

((A/N Be gently with me, I don’t really know much about crime families I just like the idea of them. I’m really just some dyslexic dummy with a dream to write some Raph smut))

“Hmm” you hum to yourself as Lestat jumps down out of nowhere into Daniel’s car, looking dishevelled as all hell and bites him on the neck. You mouth his next words to yourself “Louis, Louis, Louis. Always whining, Louis”. Interview with a vampire was one of your guilty pleasures and one that Raph would never indulge to watch with you. It didn’t matter, you were happy to sit alone in candlelight in the living room of your boyfriend and his brother’s shared mansion and watch your vampire movies alone.

Speaking of Raph you thought to yourself. It was 01:34 in the morning and he still wasn’t home, none of them were. It worried you sometimes, they had dangerous lives and gods know he would never let you go out by yourself, especially after dark, in fear of what rival gangs could do to you and it wouldn’t be the first time the boys had lost someone they loved to their “business”, as they called it. In a few days it would be the 5 year anniversary of Splinter’s death. You had known Raph back then, you weren’t an item at the time (that would come 2 years later), but you saw the affect the death of his father had on him, on all of them, and knew he had a lot more to get over than he was letting on.

You sighed and switched off the TV. Wrapping yourself closer in your silk nightgown you make your way out of the living room and into the large foyer that held the entrance to this vast house. Standing there, taking off his shoes, was Leonardo.

“Good night?” you ask

“Same as always” he replies not even turning to look at you

“Where’s Raph?” he normally came to look for you after he’s been out for a while. Always wanting to make sure you were still home and safe, why was tonight different?

“Umm, upstairs is my best guess” Leo gestures to the massive staircase to his side.

You begin your ascent in search of your boyfriend who had a much explaining to do.

When you get to your room Raph seems to be in a hurry, jerking off his shoes and tossing them in the corner and roughly pulling his expertly tailored shirt over his head. The light from the doorway illuminated his amber eyes in a way that made them look like warm whisky and the shadows only added definition to his defined, toned chest. He looked like perfection. You walk through the door and into the huge bedroom you share. Raph stands in front of the bed still trying to undress when you enter. You’re vanity table is to the wall opposite you in the right hand corner, next to the bed, and your perfumes and makeup brush holders are making a rattling sound as they shake from the weight of Raph stumbling around trying to pull off his undershirt.

“Hey, baby. Good night?” you ask as you turn on the light to your bedroom

He looks shocked to see you but relaxes as you approach him to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him gently.

“Nothing out of the ordinary. I just need to shower” he looks over to your en-suite bathroom, still not making eye contact with you.

“Well, how about I let you relax a little before then” your hands trail down his body to his pants and you begin to undo his belt. He interrupts you and begins to turn for the bathroom.

“Really, baby, it’s ok. Not tonight” he out right rejects you.

It’s not like Raph to turn down sex at any time. The man was a beast, taking it any time and any place he could but, you were persuasive and didn’t feel like taking no for an answer. Grabbing his arm you pull him back to you and place your hands on his shoulders to gently push him to sit on your shared bed.

“Let me do this for you” you insist.

He protests some more but you’re already on your knees with your hands around his cock and you’re about to work your magic when you catch scent of it.

“Raph” you sound his name out slowly, as if the longer it takes you to finish your sentence, the less true the statement will be but, of course that’s not how it works. “Why does your cock smell like another woman’s pussy?”

You look up at him, guilt flooding his eyes and he’s speechless.

You almost don’t want to believe it yourself but it’s undeniable at this point. Raphael, the man who swore to love you for as long as he lived, to never hurt you, who you wanted to marry one day had just fucking cheated on you.

You see red and before you can understand what you’re doing you’re back on your feet with your hand out ready to slap him.

“What the fuck did you do?” you scream at him. You know for sure his brothers can hear you from their respective rooms and you don’t care, this is one fight he’s not going to win by getting you to quiet down.

“It meant nothing, it was just some girl, it was nothing really it just kind of happened, We had to kill her afterwards anyway” he spluttered out while tucking himself back into his trousers.

You begin to pace up and down your large bedroom, hands massaging your temple as you try to think, but, all you can picture is him with another woman. Was she prettier than you? Skinnier? Why was she the one he chose over you in a moment of weakness?

“It’s a good thing she’s already dead or I’d have to kill her myself!” you bellow at him “What the fuck do you mean ‘it just happened’, you had to get your cock out, get her pussy out, get hard and then actually fuck the bitch. That doesn’t ‘just happen’ it’s a whole ass process!” your throat is becoming tight from how hard you’re yelling at him but you don’t care. Raph remains silent assuming it’s better to say nothing that to say the wrong thing to you right now. You simply turn on your heals and storm out. Fuck him you thought as you slammed the door behind you.

You almost trip down the stairs you’re walking with such anger but manage to catch the banister in time. You stop for a moment and try to steady yourself both physically and emotionally. You wanted to get him back, for him to see how badly this hurt you. You look down the stairs and notice a light on in the living room when you thought you’d blown all the candles out. You go to investigate. Sitting in the dark, faintly illuminated by his laptop screen, sat Donnie hard at work. Donnie controlled everything digitally, from finances to client lists he kept everything encrypted on that laptop.

You enter the room loudly enough to make your presence known but as to not disturb him. You pull up a seat next to him and he doesn’t turn to look at you, he just continues typing away and smoking a joint.

“You know if you keep staring at that screen your eyes will go square” you joke

“Old wives tale” he replies bluntly.

This is difficult as you’re still shaking with anger, but Donnie is the only one around and he does look awfully handsome in his waistcoat and suit with a little purple handkerchief in the breast pocket.

You place one foot up on his thigh and readjust your silk robe to show the lacy negligee you wore underneath. It did a lot of favours for your breasts and Donnie knew this from the few times he had wondered into your room in search of Raph and seen you lounging around wearing it. He turns to look at you.

“What’s your game plan here, y/n?”

“No game, no plan. I just thought you and I haven’t spent that much time together recently”

If there was one thing Donnie hated more than anything, it was a liar but, he knew what you were doing and, although he never wanted to admit it to himself, he liked it. He reached out and grabbed you by the throat, knocking your foot off his leg and to the ground. You gasp in shock but still have the upper hand here, even if it doesn’t appear so. Slowly, you get up and approach him, lifting a leg over his to sit down and straddle his lap. His hand doesn’t move from your neck the entire time. You look lovingly into his eyes and caress his cheek with the back of your hand as you remove the joint from his mouth and take a hit. You blow a couple of smoke rings before just breathing the rest out as normal. The room fills with a thick mist form the hit you just took and you notice how the black rings in his golden eyes look like the rings around planets. They’re beautiful.

“Always so quick to violence” your words are slightly strained from the pressure he’s causing around your vocal chords “why don’t you put your hands to better use somewhere else?” you take his other hand in your and run it down the centre of your body, lifting up the end of your nightgown so that it sits on the rim of your panties. Donnie’s breath quickens, he loves the idea of taking you but you’re forbidden fruit to him. That analogy only makes you seem tastier.

“And what about Raph?”

Fuck Raph you thought

“You’re brothers, you share everything. Don’t you?” you say with the sweetest smile you can muster.

His grip on your throat lessens and you lean down to kiss him, gently at first but his hand tangles in your hair, pressing you closer to him. He needs this and he needs it now. Still straddling his lap, he picks you up and you wrap your legs around his hips. He’s already rocking a semi erection, you can feel it straining against his pants and love that he’s given into you this quickly. You had always noticed him around the house giving you those lingering looks, undressing you with his eyes whenever you wore anything short. This was a perfect opportunity for you.

He carefully places you down on the sofa, his own body covering you but shifting his weight to his arms which are behind your head as to not crush you. He’s still between your legs and you can feel him against your thigh growing harder by the minute. His tongue darts into your mouth as the kiss becomes more passionate and he’s about you help you out of your negligee when you both hear a heavy figure enter the room.

Raphael says nothing as he stands in the doorway but the look on his face tells you everything you need to know. Donnie quickly gets up from on top of you and, side stepping Raph, goes back to his place at his laptop.

You’re about to open your mouth and say something but, before you have time Raph closes the distance between you both and grabs you by the hair, pulling you to your feet. He drags you out of the room, turning back quickly to look at Donnie who had engulfed himself in his work once more.

Your feet barely hit the ground as he takes you up the stairs and, once inside your bedroom, throws you to the floor.

“What the fuck do you think you’re playing at, y/n?” the rage in his voice is like something you’ve never heard before and his face is going a deeper shade of green.

“What? So you can fuck other bitches but the second I try it’s not allowed? What’s that called again? Oh yeah, being a massive fucking hypocrite!” you scream back just as hard.

He takes a step back and pinches the bridge of his nose between two fingers.

“Not with my fucking brother”

“Then why aren’t you angry at Donnie? I was just following your lead and having meaningless sex with whoever I wanted without any concern for my partner, Donnie’s your goddamn brother!”

“I told you she meant nothing, not a thing! And blood is so much fucking thicker than water, that’s why I’m not as angry at him”

You stare up at him from the floor, he’s standing with his feet shoulder width apart and his hands are balled up into fists, you think he might hit you but you’re not too sure. You know if you keep pushing this is going to go somewhere bad. What the fuck am I saying? you think he fucked another woman, he can go to hell.

“So that’s what our relationship is then? Water? Clearly I picked the wrong brother, you know, Donnie feels bigger than you anyway”

This is when Raph truly erupted, he could take sassy, hurt fuelled comments but a jab to his manhood and pride was too far. He clears the small distance between you and throws a hard punch across your jaw before picking you up by your neck, which causes you to wheeze, and throws you face down on the bed.

“That’s it” he grunts as he lifts up the end of your dress and rips the panties you were wearing off. Luckily the joint you took form Donnie made you a little spaced out so the hit didn’t hurt as much as it should of, it still bloody hurt though. You were sure to have a giant bruise in the morning that Raph would be sorry for.

Raph climbs on the bed behind you and lifts your hips up so that they’re in the air but your face is still down on the mattress and you hear him unzip his pants. You hate that you want this. He positions himself at the entrance to your ass hole and goes inside without warning or lubrication, you cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. It’s disgusting that you still need him inside you after everything he’s done to you, but it’s him and he feels so familiar that you can’t say no to him, you don’t want to say no. In a weird way, you both need each other as badly and you probably need to stay away from each other.

For a moment, with your face touching the soft sheets of the bed you shared, you let yourself forget the events of earlier and simply give in to the rhythm at which he’s pounding into you. He always uses such force and tonight is no different, his hands creating small divots in the skin on your hips from how tightly he’s holding them but, that’s when you remember; he’s still got the remnants of her on his cock.

You push yourself up, seething once again, you turn around and sock him in the eye as hard as you can. He backs off, almost falling off the bed. You’re a little proud of yourself for how badly you managed to hurt him. He clutches his eye with his hand and his expression turns dark.

“Not a good idea, little girl”

You can’t hold it back anymore, tears spring hot and fast to your eyes, overflowing and then run down your cheeks.

“Just tell me why you did it?” you plead.

He heads towards you once more, pushing you back on the bed and climbing on top of you. He holds your arms above your head by your wrists and he only needs one hand to do this. Suddenly he’s inside you again and between thrusts he begins to explain.

“Because she was there” he pushes deeper inside of you

“Because it was her dying wish” you begin to moan as his pace quickens

“And because I could” more tears spring from your eyes but you’re getting close to your climax, you try and free one of your hands to play with yourself but his grip is unyielding. You want him so badly it almost hurts. That’s when you feel the tightness in your stomach begin to release as you cum hard and fast around his cock. Two more thrusts and he finds his own release deep inside of you, his cum lining your walls.

There’s a brief moment of silence as you both simply bask in the afterglow of what just happened. This moment is short lived.

“Because you could?” you repeat after him. He did it because the opportunity arose and he didn’t think about you for a second. How could he?

He looks down at you, shame evident in his eyes but he’s too proud to admit he didn’t mean what he said, you don’t know this, though. All you know is that you’re still so angry you could kill him. He pulls out leaving you feeling empty and slightly used, not the first time he’s left you feeling that way.

Raph walks across the room towards the door, looking back at you only once.

“That’s what I said, wasn’t it?”

“How are we going to get through this?” you wipe a tear from your eye.

“I don’t know that we are” he states bluntly before walking out.

You turn over and shove your face into the pillow, sobbing, you begin to scream as hard as you can. Screaming simply turns into hoarse crying and then sleep finally takes you.

You drift off thinking: Tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow has to be better. Anything is better than this…

#the blood of the covenant #my fic #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #raph x reader #raphael x reader #tmnt raph x reader #mob au #mob! au #blood of the covenant

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theromanticscrooge · 4 years ago

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Thoughts on Apriltello Across the Animated TMNT Series

After watching the Rise of the TMNT episode “Donnie Vs Witch Town,” I’ve been wanting to chime in on this topic.

My big introduction to TMNT in general was the 2012 series, so I’ve kept a few tabs on Donnie and April in the 2003, 2012, and 2018 series. From what I can tell, there’s been more of a highlight on these two as each new animated series comes out. It just depends on how Donnie or April are set up and written in each one as to what kind of dynamic they share.

2003

In the 2003 series, April seems to be a few years older than the turtles. Over the course of the series, she becomes the older sister figure of the group. She and Splinter are the guardian/parental figures of the group in certain situations. The turtles are ready to deliver nosy sibling banter and jokes when she goes out with Casey. And she’s lived in the sewers with the turtles as often as they’ve taken temporary residence above her antique shop.

In combat situations or missions, April usually acts as back-up, filling the role of ongoing research assistant to the turtles when they’re out in the field. Or, for a better description, she serves a role similar to what the Oracle does with Batman.

In regards to her dynamic with Donnie in specific, I’d say that they’re best friends and lab partners. They share strong mutual interests in science and technology. They even collaborate often enough to where Donnie has commented on how valuable her feedback is to him.

There’s one scene in particular where Donnie gets excited after April makes the comment “I could kiss you!” after he steps in and tries to rescue her. This is a one-off scene, though. April’s romantic interest is focused on Casey. And Donnie never expresses interest in trying to make any moves or pursuing any kind of romantic relationship. I think Donnie would go for it if April showed genuine interest. Otherwise, he’s satisfied being just friends.

2012

In the 2012 series, April is fifteen; the same age as all four turtles. She’s a friend, confidant, fellow kunoichi, and an adoptive member of their family.

Donnie is smitten with April from the moment he sees her and his infatuation grows deeper over the course of the series. His feelings are painfully obvious, he can get overbearing with his attempts to flirt with or impress April, and he can come across as clingy and creepy. He places April on a pedestal to the point that he can’t relax around her enough to get to know her as a three dimensional person rather than an idealized love interest.

One episode shows Donnie developing enough self awareness to approach April and tell her he’ll be better about giving her space. But it doesn’t really stick. Or, more specifically, there aren’t any other significant scenes or moments that show a deliberate shift in Donnie’s behavior or his dynamic with April.

On April’s part, she likes Donnie well enough. He’s her favorite turtle and she’s been openly affectionate in expressing her gratitude or fondness towards him. She appreciates him going out of his way to help her and her dad. The largest problem is the lack of communication. Donnie and April don’t really share their feelings well: Donnie is too forceful and can’t read the room where April seems reluctant to outright address Donnie’s feelings for fear of hurting him or otherwise.

It’s dubious how much Donnie and April have in common, too. Science and technology are the center of Donnie’s life. Sometimes, April calls one of his inventions “cool,” but there’s also been a scene where she looked bored to tears as he was describing one of his latest inventions. Donnie and April watch TV together in a big group, but there’s little to no hints at mutual interests they share or activities they’d exclusively do together.

Compare Donnie and April with Casey and April. Casey and April share chemistry from their first scene onward. He has just the right amount of self-confidence and awareness that his flirting is cool and casual. They’re comfortable around each other. April openly flirts back, banters, and has fun with Casey. She even uses “date with Casey” as a plausible cover for her outings with the group at large. If April did start up a committed romantic relationship with any character, Casey would be the most likely choice. It’d just take a couple of scenes where they had a more meaningful stare, kiss, whatever. In short, the groundwork was there. Casey and April have exactly what Donnie and April lack in more casual settings and situations.

There’s hints that Donnie and April are together in the last season. Because of how big a part Donnie’s crush on April is to his character, I’m not keen on hand-waving that all of that development happened off-screen. When romantic relationships contribute to a character’s growth or writing in a significant way, I want to see what leads up to that and how it impacts that character.

As a concept, I think Donnie’s intense crush is an interesting setup and painfully relatable. The way he acts is believable and accurate to what a lovesick socially awkward nerd can be like. But I wanted to see Donnie back off and actively work on how he acts around April. As in, he catches himself before he makes yet another awkward gift or unwanted over-the-top gesture. For me, the ideal end result would be an organic, gradual shift towards Donnie developing a healthy friendship with April.

2018

In the 2018 series, April is sixteen. According to the ages listed in the fan wiki, she’s a year older than Donnie. She’s considered part of the family to the point Splinter coaches her as much as his own kids and makes a point of wanting to meet her parents. She’s good friends with all of the turtles and it’s implied she hung out exclusively with them until she met Sunida.

But Donnie is definitely her best friend. He’s the first one she calls for help with tech related issues. They have the same taste in Jupiter Jim movies and video games. And Donnie designed part of his metal shell to accommodate April if they travel by air. There’s also a handful of episodes that specifically follow Donnie and April; and these two are the most likely dynamic duo to star in a one-off episode out of the main cast.

Unlike the 2003 and 2012 series, there’s plenty of scenes and dialogue to articulate what kind of dynamic these two share. They’re visibly comfortable around each other, share fantastic chemistry, and have complementary personalities. Donnie is snarky, arrogant, and puts on a front to mask his insecurities or doubts. He doubles down unless someone pulls him aside and talks things out. More often than not, April’s willingness to be blunt and no-nonsense helps reign him in. Where Donnie helps April troubleshoot tech, she keeps him grounded.

These two have a solid enough dynamic that a friends to lovers setup could play out in a satisfying, well done way; as long as they still had the same open communication anyway. That said, though, I prefer them as just friends in canon. They’re one of the better guy and girl friendships I’ve seen in a more comedy-centric episodic cartoon in awhile (after Rad and Enid in O.K. K.O.).

Conclusion

Rise of the TMNT has the best Donnie and April dynamic in my opinion.

It pretty much boils down to Rise giving characters individual attention and writing as well as Rise knowing exactly how this take on Donnie and April works, how they fit, and why they fit. The 2003 series was more focused on telling a grand, ongoing adventure than much emphasis on the characters themselves. There just wasn’t as much of Donnie and April highlighted in the ’03 series as there is in Rise. The 2012 series was bogged down with enough exec mandates and other writing issues that Donnie and April probably got sidelined in favor of other plot points and character writing. It needed more time and focus to feel more fleshed out and cohesive than it turned out.

I used to write long, rambly takes called The Shipping Corner on why I thought Character A was a good fit for Character B. When I’d sit down to cobble something together, I felt like I had my best results if I could unpack why a character acted a certain way and articulate how the other character fit into or impacted their life. If given a week or so, I think I could write up a Shipping Corner for Donnie and April in Rise. I don’t think I could write one for them in the 2012 TMNT.

It’s been a few years, but The Shipping Corner still determines some parts and pieces of my shipping interests or even how I analyze some characters.

#apriltello #donnie x april #rise of the tmnt #2003 tmnt #2012 tmnt #2018 tmnt #donnie and april #tmnt donnie and april #the shipping corner #shipping #character analysis

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wowweeharrystyles · 5 years ago

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mixtapes & memories

Love Is A Mixtape by Rob Sheffield definitely had its impact on me & inspired me to write this piece. This is one of my favourite playlists, so I decided to write around it.

Harry x Y/N | 5.2K words

(Italicized bits are flashback memories)

Here’s a link to the playlist, too !!! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1kPsDksn0oQcF9uOLIioUH?si=nGKLi3FBREyrcR5iAc9UbQ

It’s nights like these you look back on. Nights like these that you’ll remember forever. Nights like these are the ones you hope everyone you love gets to experience with the one they love.

Dreams - Fleetwood Mac

A giggle bubbles in your throat as Harry presses a kiss to the soft skin under your ear. Harry nonchalantly pulls away as if he wasn’t intending on making a mark on your skin when he sees his car being pulled up by the valet. His arm leaves your waist as he pulls out a few bills to hand to the valet. Verbally thanking the young man, you walk towards the car and see Harry now waiting with the passenger door open for you. Shining him a bright smile you step down into the low riding Ford Capri. Before closing your door Harry helps you move some of the fabric of your skirt into your seat with you as to not close it in the door. He shakes his head with a smile before walking round to get into the driver's side.

“What’re you shaking your head for?” you ask through a chuckle.

“Just look beautiful tonight, sometimes can’t believe I get to spend my time with you,” he says as he shuts the door and shifts into drive.

You groan his name in faked annoyance. You really don’t have anything coherent to respond with but he knows the feelings go both ways.

There’s a moment of silence while the cd that is in the stereo changes to the next song. You both still quite like the idea of mix tapes and prefer the sound of the 1970 stereo, (only having updated it by adding a CD player rather than an aux cord). Your favourite mixtape being the one in the player now. There’s a wide selection on this disk and in your handwriting, the title “feels like home” is scribble in sharpie on the top of the silvery-gold CD.

There’s a wide variety of songs on this CD, some of your favourites, some of Harry’s, songs that you grew up listening to, it’s got it all. As you 2 got to know each other in the beginning you both discovered that music played a big part in how you were raised and grew up.

Just about every single Saturday growing up, you were woken up by your parents blasting their music collection throughout the house. Dad would play Phil Collins or Fleetwood Mac and Mom would blast Paul Simon, Michael Jackson or Donny Osmonds and once in a while Shania Twain’s Greatest Hits. On the morning of your oldest sisters wedding she played “Going To The Chapel” at full volume, on repeat, to wake everyone up.

Every Saturday, without a doubt, she would go one by one into everyone’s room and dance around and sing to whatever was playing downstairs. It wasn’t always your favourite way to be woken up but looking back on it, you miss it from time to time.

Sometimes Harry will try to recreate these Saturday mornings - with a fresh cup of coffee in hand - dancing around in his boxers, his latest favourite blasting through the apartment. It only makes his regal flat feel more like home and makes up for the time apart.

Harry’s mother, Anne, had raised Harry with similar music taste. The 2 of you liked to compare first experiences with Fleetwood Mac and stories passed down by both of your parents. Your dad repeatedly recalls taking his baby blue Ford van down to Florida for spring break the year Rumours was released, blasting the album on the hot, packed beaches throughout the coast of Florida. Harry recalls Anne singing along to Landslide and Dreams as they drove around Cheshire. Dreams was the first song he learned all the words to.

The opening drums of ‘Dreams’ vibrates through the speakers of the car as Harry starts to drive away. He starts to sing along right away. You know he doesn’t realise that he always does this and it makes you smile everytime you hear his smooth voice

I’ll Be There For You - The Rembrandts

Neither of you can bare to miss the claps at the beginning so when Harry can’t get his hands off the wheel to clap along, you restart the track. Both of you break out in a fit of laughter at the ridiculous habit and continue singing as loud as you can, dance moves included (at least what you could manage while buckled into your seats). Harry’s signature “rain starts to fall” hands always make you roll your eyes before tossing your head back and laugh even more while still trying to sing along.

Honestly, neither of you have been able to keep track of how many times you’ve rewatched F.R.I.E.N.D.S. on your own, nonetheless together. (It’s a lot and you’ll both just leave it at that.) Harry had suggested that you 2 should start watching it from the beginning together when you two ordered takeout one night in the first month of knowing each other. That night repeated over and over again, neither of you caring to go out on fancy dates so much, only wanting to spend time together.

You had just finished season 6 the night before Harry had to jet off to Japan or New York or Italy (honestly, you can barely keep track). While facetiming one night while he was gone you caught a glimpse of his tv screen in his hotel room.

“Harry?” you questioned.

“Yes, love?”

“Are you watching FRIENDS without me?”

“Uhhh…” he stutters out, looking back at the TV that was playing without sound. “I can explain!” he rushed out. You faked an annoyed look (even though you were actually kind of annoyed by it). “Listen, babe, love, sweetheart, I was bored and missing you… I thought i’d just watch one episode…”

“One?!?! Looks like you’ve definitely watched more than one!”

“I’m sorry, love!”

“Fine, well that means I have to catch up, then. What episode are you on?”

“Uhm, I think episode 4,” he whispers.

“4?!?! Harry!!”

“I’m so sorry!!! Like I said, I was bored and missed you. Always reminds me of you.”

“Oh come on, be a normal boy and have a wank if you miss me.”

He shouts your name in surprise. “Oh my god.” His cheeks start to turn a light pink shade.

“Oh, stop blushing. You’re acting like a child. Be a man, have a wank or call me, don’t watch FRIENDS.”

After a short moment of silence you both meet eyes and burst into a fit of laughter.

That specific conversation gets brought up every time Harry has to leave, a little inside joke. Between “I’ll Be There For You” and the next track Harry suggests that you 2 should start rewatching FRIENDS again.

“That’ll be like the 5th time,” you comment. “Think this time you’ll be able to make it through the entire show without watching an episode without me?”

“I can’t make any promises,” he confirms with a giggle.

Still Crazy After All These Years - Paul Simon

There’s a handful of Paul Simon on this mixtape. You have your mother to thank for that. After dinner each night your mom would put on a Paul Simon album while you did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen as a family. To this day you’ll opt for Paul Simon’s Greatest Hits while you clean yours and Harry’s home. He knows this music makes you feel like you’re back home with your family and can nick away at the homesick feeling you get once in a while. There’s something about the classics - “Still Crazy After All These Years”, “Diamonds on the Soles of Your Shoes” “Kodachrome” - that make your heart light and bring a smile to your face.

During one trying week, Harry had used the Greatest Hits Album to settle you down. Work had been awful, one thing after the other, day after day, nothing went right and you were at the end of your limits. To add to the that Harry had been traveling back and forth for the better part of 3 weeks. A text from your parents asking how you were and when you would be visiting next had been the last straw.

Harry came home mid day on a Saturday and on his way into the house he dropped his belongings in a trail from the front door to the bedroom. That morning, you had decided to try to turn your mood around, knowing Harry would be home soon, you went out to a yoga class and picked up groceries to make Harry’s favourite meal. When you got home after him, you proceeded to trip over each of his belongings on the way to the kitchen. You were cursing loud enough that it woke him up. He came downstairs in a pair of workout shorts and a messy head of hair.

“Baby!” He exclaims when he sees you putting away the food. When he tries to give you a hug and kiss you shrug him off.

“You left everything all over. I tripped on every single fucking bag on my way in. I get that your tired and traveling sucks but at least fucking put it all in one spot.”

“Woah, I’m sorry,” he says, taken aback. Nothing from their conversations earlier this week or even this morning had lead him onto the mood you’re in now.

“Don’t even,” you say with a bit of a bite to it.

“Hey, what’s going on?” He asks with equal bite. You whisper a ‘nothing’ and continue what you’re doing. “It’s not nothing if you’re this upset”

“Just leave me alone, Harry.”

“I haven’t seen you in days!!! I’m not just leaving you alone. I fucking missed you and I have no idea why you’re acting like this.”

“It’s not my fault that you haven’t seen me. I’ve been here this entire time. Not all of us get to jet off to be an international rockstar and do no wrong. I got ripped apart this week at work. Everything I did was wrong, I fucked up, you don’t know what that’s like.” you take a deep breath, tears building in your eyes. “and now my parents are nagging me about coming home to visit and I can’t take any more time off work cause I’ve used it all to come see you on tour.” When you wipe the tears from your eyes you see the look on Harry’s face and your heart drops into your stomach. You’ve never spoken to him like this and you never meant for anything to come out like this. “I’m sorry,” you yell even though you don’t mean to, “I just miss home and I’ve been so lonely without you here and I don’t know, it all just came out.” He doesn’t respond and now you’re embarrassed and beyond upset about all of it. You whisper an apology as you turn and leave the kitchen.

Everything hurt as you fell to the bed. You groan a little in annoyance when you immediately smell Harry’s cologne on the bed, fresher than it’s been in weeks. Tears fell to the pillow for what felt like ages. You didn’t know what you wanted to happen next. Did you want him to come find you and try to say something to make everything better somehow? Were you hoping you would muster up the courage to put yourself back together and go downstairs begging for him to forgive you? You really had no idea. It was a while later when you could start making out sounds from the 1st floor. It wasn’t until the music got louder that you paid more attention.

One room of speakers at a time (he can be such a cheeky fucker sometimes) the music eventually reached your bedroom where you were still laying face down on the bed. ‘Still Crazy After All These Years’ echoed through the entire house now. While wiping your face with a cool cloth as you realised what he was doing. You quietly made your way back down the stairs and peaked into the kitchen where Harry was busy cutting up some veggies on the large island. When you come into view, Harry puts down the knife and wipes his hands off on the cloth that is hanging off his shoulders.

“I’m sorry, Harry. I really didn’t mean what I said. It all came out wrong.”

“Shhhh,” Harry shushes you as he brings you in for a hug. “You’re right, I don’t know what it’s like at your job and I haven’t even bothered to ask.” He says after pulling back to look you in the eyes. “Being homesick doesn’t help when you’re stressed, either. And it really doesn’t help when I’m gone either.”

“I’m still sorry. I should’ve never said any of that. I yelled at you. You just got home. I’m so sorry.” Harry kisses your forehead. “I’m so sorry. I can’t even believe what I said.”

“Its okay, baby. I accept your apology. We’re good, okay?” You nod and he kisses your forehead again. “Thought some Paul Simon might calm you down.” you nod again, a small smile playing on your lips. “And I’ve looked at the calendar, no need to take work off, we’ll go back home to visit your parents in a few weeks. Leave Friday Night come back Monday morning. I wouldn’t mind some time away from work and the city either.”

Paul Smon continues to play and you give Harry a big hug, burying your head into his chest. You really can’t believe how you got so lucky. You spend the rest of the night making dinner together, dancing around and singing to the Greatest Hits Album that’s playing through the entire house. Later that night Harry brings a bottle of wine and 2 glasses to the living room where the 2 of you sit on the ground in a pile of blankets and pillows and you share every single detail of what happened at work.

When you’re back at your childhood home a few weeks later, you and Harry are in the kitchen with your parents, Paul Simon playing and cleaning up after dinner.

The start of the memory may not be the best you and Harry but it ends on a good one and there are plenty more that outshine it. Paul Simon can fix a lot you figure. Makes you feel like you’re home wherever you are.

Don’t Wait - Mapei

“Can we get fries and milkshakes?” you ask with a bright smile on your face, lashes fluttering in attempt to persuade him. You know he won’t say no, regardless. You both know that once one of you mentions fries and milkshakes that it’ll be a long night of driving around town, city lights casting the perfect backdrop.

About 8 months into your relationship you had called Harry randomly one night. You had just seen him hours ago at lunch but he had a night full of meetings about whatever project he was working on currently and you both knew it was going to be a long night so you had retired back to your place for the night. You were surprised when he answered, the background on his end also surprisingly quiet.

“I’m craving fries and a milkshake,” you had stated, receiving a chuckle from Harry on the other line.

“I’ll pick you up in 15 minutes.”

“What?” you said unbelieving.

“Just got home, getting out of this dang suit. I’ll be there in 15.” You were silent on your end. “You want fries and a milkshake, yeah?” you hum a yes. “Okay great. I’m in love with you and I want to see you. We’re getting fries and milkshakes.” You huff in disbelief. Even if you did have some sort of response you don’t know if you could get it out (still a common occurrence to this day).“Love, still there?”

“Uh yeah,” you say through an obvious smile.

“Great. Leaving now.”

When you get into Harry’s car he greets you with a kiss and then a toothy grin, dimples on full display. He looks cozy and relaxed in his threadbare tshirt and yellow adidas track pants, you can’t see his feet but you know, without a doubt, he’s wearing his white vans.

Once you’ve got your fries and milkshakes, one vanilla and one chocolate so you can share, Harry picks up his phone and presses play on a new song. You hadn’t heard the song before, but as it progresses it adds to your already light, happy mood. With the cool breeze flowing through your hair with the windows down as Harry takes you both on a drive you can’t help but lean over and place a quick kiss on his cheek. His eyes wrinkle on the outside corners.

“Fry?” he asks just like how he asks ‘kiss?’ time and time again. His voice is just loud enough to hear over the music, and you quickly oblige his request as if he were to reach for a fry himself his free hand that isn’t attached to the steering wheel would have to leave it’s warm, comforting spot on your thigh.

As Harry pulls away from the drive-thru, a bag of fresh fries in your lap and 2 milkshakes in the cupholders, you skip through a few tracks before you find “Don’t Wait” by Mapei. The intro of the track instantly makes Harry smile and he reaches to turn up the volume. When you turn to feed him a fry you giggle at the sight of his huge smile, gums on show and eyes crinkled at the side.

A friend indeed, come build me up

Come shed your light, it makes me shine

You get the message, don't you ever forget it

Let's laugh and cry until we die

If it wasn't for you I'd be alone

If it wasn't for you I'd be on my own

Some things never change.

Make You Feel My Love - Adele

You’re thankful for the frozen milkshake and you allow it to cool you down as the hot LA breeze blows through your hair. You still don’t know your way around LA very well but you recognize the direction Harry is taking. There’s a small lookout point on the hills where you know you’ll end up in the next 10 minutes.

Taking the milkshakes and bag a fries with you, you both step out of the car after Harry has parked in the perfect spot at said lookout point. You’re the only 2 out here, it’s probably passed midnight by now. He’s left the car on enough just to keep the mixtape playing.

“Sometimes I wish we could’ve grown up together,” you say out of the blue while flipping through your old yearbook. You’re trying to find an old group photo with your High School group of friends. With a friends wedding coming up you’re trying to find all the best photos for part of her gift.

“What makes you say that?” Harry asks from the couch above you. “We get to grow old together instead.”

“It’s just, looking through all these old photos, I can’t help but wonder what it would have been like to have experienced High School together. Imagine football games on Friday nights, or going to the christmas dance!” you exclaim. “Oh! I bet you would have been really creative with asking me to the Prom.” When you notice the confused look on his face you remember that 1. British schools were much different and 2. He didn’t do the whole high school experience regardless of the country. “Well I guess you don’t ever have those thoughts cause you never experienced those things in the first place.” You laugh to yourself. “I still wonder what it would have been like.”

“I think 17 year old me would have been scared shitless to ask you to prom, nonetheless to pick you up that night and have your dad answer the door.”

“Oh my dad loves you and you know that.”

“Hah, he didn’t right away! Imagine if he met me when I was a teenager! I would not be sitting here right now.”

“You’ve got a point, I guess.” You go back to flipping through the yearbook in front of you, once in a while showing Harry a photo.

“I’m gonna go grab a glass of water, need anything?” You shake your head no and thank him before he leaves the room.

When Harry comes back to the living room he’s without a glass of water but has gained a black suit jacket on top of his t shirt and sweatpants. You look at him, confused.

“Harry, what are you doing?” He doesn’t respond, instead you start to hear music playing through the speakers. Pulling his hand from behind his back he presents you a flower, a rose from the vase in your bedroom. You laugh, still confused, but accept the rose anyways.

“Would you dance with me?” He asks offering his hand to you. You take it and let him help you up off the floor.

Harry wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him and you slide your arms around his neck letting your hands dangle at the back.

“You’re unbelievable,” you say quietly.

“I know this isn’t anything like your Prom, but a slow dance is a slow dance yeah?” A small smile forms on your lips before you press them to his. You let your fingers play with the curls at his neck. Resting your head on his chest you let him control the dancing, swaying around in circles. He’s humming along to the song and there’s something about Adele that is so quintessentially high school. You close your eyes and let yourself pretend that you’re back in high school. When the song ends you lift your head up and thank him with another kiss.

Later that night you take back your earlier statement. It’s when you’re sitting at the dining table with a hot meal presented in front of you that Harry made himself that you realise that you would rather be here now how the 2 of you are instead of having grown up together. You agree that growing old together sounds like the best thing in the world.

“Doesn’t matter the time or place, I’ll love you always,” you say, “but I like this time, I like right now.”

When “Make You Feel My Love” starts to play, Harry sets down his shake and takes yours as well to set down with his on the hood of the car.

“Can I have this dance?” He asks. It’s almost like he planned the timing. You sway with each other for a moment before you’re both so wrapped up in each others arms and the kisses become deeper that the dancing stops and you just basque in the presence of each other and this moment. The cool wind continues to blow through your hair and it only gives the 2 of you an excuse to pull each other closer to one another. After the song ends and the mixtape continues, Harry wraps his arms around your shoulders, now having his front to your back, he pulls you back with him as he leans against the hood of the car. He rests his lips near your ear, placing kisses along your ear, jaw and neck as you both take in the view in front of you.

“I like right now,” he whispers your words back to you from months ago.

I Wanna Get Better - Bleachers

This song had a handful of memories linked to it. Hundreds upon hundreds are with your childhood best friend and one specific one with Harry. Right now, you’re both singing at the top of your lungs without worrying how either of you sound. You were both shivering a little after staying at the lookout for too long. Now you’re trying to warm up a bit and singing along at full volume seems to be helping.

Harry had come home to a silent house one night, eventually finding you puffy-eyed with tear streaked cheeks curled up on the couch in the dark. Noting your phone thrown across the room, he approached you cautiously.

“Love?” he almost whispered, not to startle you. “Love, what’s going on?” He questions when he meets your face. Sitting down on the floor in front of you he wipes your cheeks before questioning you again. “Gotta tell me what’s wrong so I can help ya.”

“Did you see the article?” you stutter out. You know he doesn’t go lurking around the internet so you can’t be angry about him being clueless to why you’re upset. He shakes his head eventually before he slowly grabs his phone.

The first article that comes up when he searches his name makes him curse under his breath. Someone’s hacked your private social media accounts and photos of you growing up, family information and anything and everything is all over the tabloid sites. You knew this was part of the territory, dating a musician, model, actor, all of it, but this was much worse than some papz photos with Harry out for coffee or post yoga.

Harry does his best to calm you down, holding you against his chest, apologizing up and down for putting you in situations like these. At some point a little while later, you’ve relaxed and decide make a joke in hopes to make yourself and Harry, a little bit better.

“It’s a good thing you’re pretty, otherwise it wouldn’t be worth it.” A look of fake offence washes over his face. “Love you,” you add before kissing him lightly.

“Come on,” Harry says pulling you up off the couch. He turns the house speakers on and presses play on his phone. “I Wanna Get Better” starts blasting through the house and you can’t help but smile. Your best friend and you would always blast this when one of you were having a bad day. It never fails to make you smile and forget whatever was bothering you. This song automatically forces a wide smile across your face and with how swollen your eyes are from crying, you can barely make out the image of Harry dancing around in front of you. The rule is you have to play the song on repeat until you can’t remember what had hurt you in the first place. It’s takes a few rounds of the track and a handful of kisses from Harry to get you to forget why he started playing the song.

“A little better?” he asks when the 4th play comes to an end. You nod with a smile before pulling him for a kiss.

“Much better.”

Though this song is always played during bad times, it’s nice to hear it during happy ones. It reminds you of times with your best friend from home and it reminds you of Harry’s kindness, how he’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, make you feel loved and be 110% sure that you’re happy.

Fallingforyou - The 1975 and Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

You slipped ‘Fallingforyou’ by The 1975 on shuffle when the 2 of you took your first road trip together. Driving from Harry’s place in LA to a getaway in San Francisco for a few days, you had opted to drive instead of fly (more time just the 2 of you). The conversation died down for a moment, both of you engulfed by the epic scenery in front of you. You had control of the music for the most part, Harry making requests once and awhile, but it had been forgotten while the two of you had debated which was the best romcom ever made for the better part of an hour. So when you both agreed that having different favourites was okay, the silence was welcomed, small smiles on both of your faces. That’s when a feeling of absolute contentment washed over you. You knew exactly what song was needed for the moment.

Your relationship wasn’t that new, but it wasn’t as official as it is now. You hadn’t said ‘I love you’ yet, but you both knew the thought was there (you hoped he’d say it sometime during this trip and if he didn’t you definitely would).

You always loved this song. You remember hearing it live for the 1st time when you saw The 1975 on a whim during your first year of university. You cried. You couldn’t really help it. Though you’ve never related to the lyrics exactly in the way they’re meant to, they still hit you. Right now, this relationship isn’t one sided, you know that but, I think I’m falling, I’m falling for you, hits you harder than it did when you heard it live.

Harry’s got his wrist resting on the top of the steering wheel, the other resting in his lap. His curls are a bit unruly from the wind that has been blowing through them, his skin has a soft tan to it. You can’t help the smile that crosses your face. Harry must see your smile from the corner of his vision because he takes a quick glance at you and returns the grin, crinkles appearing around his eyes. The hand that was resting in his lap searches yours out and you happily accept the gesture.

On this night, and in this light,

I think I’m falling, I’m falling for you.

Tangling your fingers with his, you bring them up to your mouth and press a soft kiss to the back of Harry’s hand. You hold his hand with both of yours in your lap now. The wind blows through your hair and you sing along to the words quietly and it’s not till the end of the song that you realise that Harry had been singing along as well.

It’s when Harry’s driving you back to your hotel after dinner that night in San Francisco, ‘Chasing Cars’ by Snow Patrol playing quietly in the background, that he says “I love you.”

‘Fallingforyou’ transitions into ‘Chasing Cars’ and Harry pats the open space between the 2 of you in the front seat. The traffic light in front of you turns red and you take the opportunity to slide from your side of the car to the side of Harry’s torso, his arm wrapping around your shoulder immediately. Rebuckling yourself into the middle seat, he presses a kiss to your hair and whispers “I love you” repeatedly until the light turns green.

~~~

As the speakers quiet, the track list coming to an end, Harry turns to you and locks eyes before speaking.

“Should we play it again?” He asks. Without missing a beat you press play on the stereo. Neither of you have any obligations in the morning. A late night of driving would most definitely turn into sleeping in the next morning, then spending the day reading in bed and watching silly romcoms. Driving all night sounded like the best plan in the world.

Landslide echoes through speakers and the empty roads around you, Harry’s voice quietly singing along. You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of this mixtape.

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The Climax (Ch 1)

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Fandom: Sanders’ Sides

Pairing: Moxiety

Tags/Warnings: graphic depictions of rape, manipulation, abuse, arguing, angst, heartbreak

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Virgil shakes the memories off, wiping at his damp cheeks. He had no idea how long he’d been sitting alone on the floor of his and Patton’s shared apartment, but golden light was filtering through the windows as the sun began to set outside. Virgil’s entire body protests as he slowly gets to his feet, sore from his run-in with Dee and sitting on the floor for hours. The pain is something he’s used to though, so instead of succumbing to it and wallowing on the couch he uses it to push himself to look for his phone.

He finds it buried in his blankets on his bed, pressing the power button to light the screen up. There’s only one person he wants to talk to right now; Patton more than likely wouldn’t pick up and since he probably went to Logan, the intellectual wouldn’t be available. Even if he was, Virgil doubted he’d be able to deal with… any of this. Virgil’s thumb hovers over Roman’s contact. He would know what to do. If nothing else, it’d be nice to cry into his friend’s shoulder. To not be alone tonight.

He taps the little phone icon and holds his phone to his ear.

“Be More Emo! To what do I owe the pleasure of-”

“I ran into Dee in the park.” His voice is totally wrecked, hoarse and cracking, betraying the ocean of emotions warring in his heart. He can practically feel the levity draining from Roman before he responds.

“I’ll be over in five.”

Virgil shuffles out into the living room, taking the blanket off of the back of the couch and wrapping it around himself before curling up in his armchair. He holds his phone in one hand, the ends of the blanket in the other, and he waits.

True to form, Roman is there in five minutes, letting himself in and marching into the living room looking like a man on a mission. When he finds Virgil on the couch, hair a mess, cheeks tear-stained, eyes sad and haunted, the fight drains out of him. He sinks down to his knees in front of Virgil, looking up at him with a soft look. “Hey there, Emo Nightmare.”

“Hey,” Virgil croaks, wiping at his eyes. Sometime while he’d been waiting for Roman, tears had started to fall from his eyes again.

“How you doin’?”

“Not so great, Ro.”

Roman frowns, clicking his tongue. “What happened? Can you… do you wanna talk about it?”

Virgil tenses, and he doesn’t release the breath he’s holding until Roman takes his hand.

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Virgil had been trying everything to alleviate his anxiety, but nothing seemed to be working. He’d tried his fidget cube, TV, drawing, breathing exercises even though he was breathing fine, but he couldn’t quiet the voice in his head that insisted that something was wrong, that he was wrong. When Patton had asked if something was wrong and Virgil confessed to his struggle, Patton gave him a reassuring smile.

“You could take a walk to the park! You always feel better when you come back. I could even come with you!”

Virgil smiles softly at his boyfriend. He did have a point, Virgil always felt better after taking a breather outside. “I think I’ll be okay. Besides, you gotta get that thing done for work, right?”

Patton’s eyes widen and he shoots to his feet, cartoons forgotten. “You’re right! Shoot!” Virgil chuckles softly as Patton races back to his room, the door shutting behind him. Right. A walk to the park. Virgil finds his earphones in his room and plugs them into his phone, making sure to grab his keys before heading out the door.

As Virgil walks, he notes that he’s already feeling a little better. Panic! At The Disco plays in his ears, the sun shines down on him warmly, and the neighborhood is calm. He sighs contently, crossing the street to get to the park and sitting down just as the current song ends and What A Catch, Donnie begins. Virgil stuffs his hands into his pockets and relaxes on the bench, watching runners pass on the paths, people with dogs toss balls and frisbees, and a few kids run around in the playground.

Virgil’s halfway through Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time when he feels the presence of another person sitting next to him. A small thread of paranoia snakes its way into his mind, making him uncomfortable, but he refuses to look at the newcomer. Most likely it was just a jogger who wanted to rest, or someone else who was completely normal and wanted to enjoy the park just like Virgil was doing. He’s really gotta work on not catastrophizing.

Those thoughts screech to an abrupt halt when a warm hand snakes up his thigh. Virgil tenses, turning to tell the stranger off for being a creep and invading his space, but his blood runs cold at the sight of the person next to him. It’s been a year and a half, but Dee looks the same as he did the day Virgil left.

Well, he wasn’t red-faced and screaming, but still.

Dee leers at him as he shrinks into himself almost instinctively. “Hello, Virge.” The way Virgil’s name rolls off his tongue makes the anxious one shudder. This is his worst nightmare, come to life. What could Dee possibly be doing here? A year and a half of coming to this park, and Virgil runs into him now?

Nausea claws at Virgil’s throat and lungs. He feels trapped despite the open space, suffocated despite the clean air. Dee’s mere presence shrinks Virgil’s world until it’s just the two of them and he’s feeling so cold and alone and afraid caught under the predator’s gaze.

Dee squeezes Virgil’s thigh, the look in his eyes making Virgil feel exposed, naked. He pulls his hoodie closer around himself. “I’ve missed you so much,” Dee purrs. “How have you been?”

Virgil finally manages to find his voice, stuttering out, “B-better, without you.” He sits up, his hands clenching in the fabric of his hoodie. He has to show Dee that he’s not able to be controlled so easily, that he’s not some pathetic puppet anymore. Patton’s voice echoes in his head. ‘He can’t control you.’

Dee laughs, the sound grating on Virgil’s bones. “I know you’re lying, Virge. You miss me, admit it.” It wasn’t a request, or a question. It was an order. And for reasons he didn’t understand, Virgil wanted to agree with him. To tell Dee that he missed him. But that wasn’t right; Virgil had Patton, he loves Patton.

“I-I don’t!” Virgil curses internally at the stutter. He can’t show Dee that he’s scared or intimidated. He can’t.

Dee tsks softly, his fingers brushing Virgil’s jaw. “Careful now, you’re going to draw attention to us.” His tone brings back painful memories that make Virgil shudder, his blood turning to ice.

“I-I don’t. I don’t miss you...” He mutters, his voice dieing in his throat. No, Virgil, come on! Be strong! The hand on his thigh leaves, leaving behind the feeling that he’s been burned. Relief washes through Virgil, thinking he’s finally convinced Dee to leave when a hand on his chin makes Virgil meet Dee’s heated gaze. Virgil swallows, his heartbeat speeding up.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I- I’m sorry-”

Dee makes a face, a mix of disgust and anger, and grabs Virgil’s wrist tightly. Virgil gasps softly as Dee pulls him to his feet, trying to yank his wrist out of the other’s grip. Dee doesn’t budge, beginning to stride towards the sidewalk, away from the park, and Virgil gives up, his wrist aching. Virgil’s eyes don’t leave the sidewalk as they walk, too afraid to see where they’re going. Only once Dee’s pace slows does Virgil dare to look up, his eyes widening at the sight of his old home. His heart skips a beat, his breathing picking up, eyes darting around as fight-or-flight kicks in. Virgil digs his heels into the ground as Dee drags him closer to the door, his hand flexing as he tries once again to pull his wrist free.

Dee whips around to glare at Virgil, pulling hard at his wrist. Virgil gasps in pain, his points screaming in protest.

“Do not make me angry, Anxiety,” Dee snarls in Virgil’s face, flecks of spit landing on Virgil’s cheeks. The nickname is like a bucket of cold water over Virgil’s head. His breath hitches and his muscles go lax, his eyes unfocused. Dee takes the chance to drag Virgil into the house, slamming the door behind them and making Virgil jump, eyes refocusing. Virgil opens his mouth to scream and Dee surges forward, silencing him with a harsh kiss.

Virgil’s mind clouds over, his eyes once again becoming unfocused as he retreats into his mind. He barely feels it as Dee manhandles him, groping him through his jeans before pulling him away from the door and down onto the couch. His eyes slip closed as Dee begins to undress him, the chill of the A/C barely registering in his mind. Dee makes quick work of Virgil’s clothes and then his own, pushing Virgil’ thighs apart and sitting between them.

Virgil gasps softly as Dee forces two lubed fingers into his hole, retreating further into his mind. Dee preps him with little fanfare before slicking up his cock and quickly burying himself to the hilt inside of Virgil. He groans at the feeling of Virgil tightening around him, thrusting hard and fast. It isn’t long before he finds Virgil’s prostate and Virgil cries out, being forced out of his mind and back into the moment. Dee chuckles as he continues to fuck into Virgil, muttering obscenities and insults with ragged breath.

Virgil’s only thought is about Patton. He wants to go home to Patton, to be held and have his hair pet and be told everything was going to be okay. He lets out small gasps and whimpers whenever Dee brushes that spot inside of him, robbing him of the relief of blocking out the world. Tears begin to leak from his eyes as the thoughts intensify. Patton. He wants Patton. He wants to go home.

Dee comes inside of him and Virgil nearly sobs with relief, thinking it’s over. When Dee continues to thrust inside of him instead of pulling out Virgil lets out a pitiful whine, daring to look up at Dee.

“I’m not stopping until you come, slut. You should thank me for being so nice.”

The tears start to fall faster. Dee wraps a hand around his cock, shame burning in Virgil’s gut when he realizes he’s hard. Dee slams into his prostate on nearly every thrust. That coupled with the hand jerking him off has Virgil coming moments later, milking a second orgasm out of Dee.

Dee finally pulls out, sneering down at Virgil. “You’re such an easy slut. You don’t deserve love, or happiness; you taint everything you touch. You’re not a person, you’re an object to be used and passed around.” Virgil doesn’t show any signs of having heard him, staring blankly at the wall with tears running down his face. Dee scoffs and gets dressed, speaking over his shoulder as he heads for the door. “You have five minutes to get the fuck out of my house.”

Virgil lays there for what feels like an eternity before he can bring himself to sit up, his body protesting the action. He moves like a robot with rusted joints, all his movements slow and jilted as he makes his way to the kitchen. There, he wets a dishcloth and wipes at the cum leaking out of him and drying on his stomach. He makes his way back into the living room and slowly gets dressed. He knows somewhere in his mind that it’s been longer than five minutes, but he’s also pretty sure Dee isn’t even home. He walked out the front door, after all.

Once Virgil is dressed, he exits the house, feeling like a black stain on a perfect picture. He looks left, then right, and starts walking.

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Roman looks at Virgil with wide, tearful eyes, rage burning in his chest. “Oh my God, V, I’m so sorry. Is- did you talk to Patton yet?”

Virgil nods. His eyes haven’t left his socked feet since he began his recount of events, his face completely blank and unemotional save for the tears dripping down his cheeks.

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Virgil shuts the door quietly behind him, glad to finally be home. His feet throb, his eyes ache from crying, and his body hurts. He just wants to take a shower and cuddle up with Patton.

“Virge? That you, baby?”

Virgil clears his throat. “Yeah, Pat.” His voice still sounds a little rough, but he doubts Patton will notice. He makes his way to his room and tosses his phone onto the bed. He debates taking his hoodie off, but… He needs it. He doesn’t feel right without it. Too exposed.

Patton’s door opens and he starts talking, his bright voice relaxing some of the tension in Virgil’s shoulders. “So I was thinking for dinner we could…” His voice dies off as Virgil turns around to face him. He takes in Virgil’s splotchy face, his red eyes, messy hair and clothes.

The hickeys on his neck.

Patton’s breath hitches, his expression turning to one of hurt. Virgil’s in contrast turns to one of confusion. “Pat…?” He asks softly, taking a step forward. Patton shakes his head, taking a step back towards the living room.

“Virgil, w-... where were you?”

Virgil’s eyebrows furrow. He takes another step forward, and Patton takes another one back. “I went to the park like you said.”

Patton shakes his head again. “That’s- no, where were you really?”

“Pat, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Virgil’s heart starts to beat faster and he reaches out for Patton. Patton takes two steps back, now in the living room.

“Don’t lie!” He snaps, anger mixing with the hurt.

Virgil flinches back. “Pat, I’m not lying, what-”

“I can see the proof right there! On your neck! What’s their name?”

Virgil’s fingers unconsciously go to his neck and his eyes widen. One last vindictive act to ruin Virgil’s happiness. “Pat, please, just listen-”

“No! I don’t want to hear your excuses!”

Virgil walks forward into the living room, Patton keeping two feet between them. The act crushes Virgil’s heart. “Patton-”

“How could you do this?! How could you just throw away everything we have! You’re so horrible! So selfish! I can’t believe you!”

Virgil’s breath hitches, the words cutting like knives at his already fragile heart. Dee’s words ring in his head.

“You taint everything you touch.”

“I didn’t want it to be like this, but I had no control!” Virgil cries, his fists clenching at his sides. His nails dig into his palms, the sparks of pain making his already quick heartbeat speed up even more. He felt light-headed. He was going to lose Patton because of Dee. He didn’t want to lose Patton.

“Yes you did! Quit playing the victim, Virgil, and take responsibility for your actions!” Patton’s silhouette is intimidating; shoulders squared, brow furrowed and frowning like Dee did when he was about to punish Virgil. It scared him, his heart in his throat, taking a step back and flinching a little when his legs meet the couch.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Patton cards a hand through his hair, Virgil watching as some of the curls stick out stubbornly. “Look, I get it, you- you’re messed up. You’ve had it bad, but at some point you have to stop blaming the world and what happened to you for the way you act and take some responsibility for yourself. You’re not a child anymore.”

His words felt like a slap to the face. Virgil scoffs, fear melting into indignation. “Oh, really? Because you sure act like I am. Calling me ‘kiddo’ and babying me all the fucking time like I can’t do anything for myself!”

Patton throws his hands up, turning and taking two steps away before turning back on Virgil and coming even closer. “You were hurting, and I was helping you! I’m so sorry if that was inconvenient for you! Was I smothering? Did you think I was clingy? Were things so bad you felt like you had to- to- just to get a break?” Virgil notices the tears in Patton’s eyes and his already fractured heart shatters.

“Pat, please! I’m sorry!” He pleads, taking a step closer to Patton, his hands out in front of him but too afraid to actually touch the other. Patton shakes his head and turns away, heading for the door.

Virgil panics and surges forward, gripping the cardigan around Patton’s shoulders with trembling fingers. Patton stops, but doesn’t turn to face him. Tears clog Virgil’s throat. “I- I just-”

“You just what, Virgil?” Patton asks quietly, voice strained. Virgil can’t see Patton’s face, and he wants so desperately to hug him and apologize for everything. He rubs at the hickey poking out over the collar of his shirt self-consciously.

“....I’m sorry.”

Patton grabs his keys and wallet off the table by the door before leaving.

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Roman is looking over Virgil’s shoulder at the door as Virgil finishes the story, his expression pensive and angry. “I’ll kill him.”

Virgil startles, finally looking up at Roman. “It’s not his fault! I-”

“No, you’re right, it’s that snake’s! I’ll kill both of them!” Roman rises to his feet, on a war path. Virgil’s eyes widen and he shoots to his feet, protests cut off by a pained gasp.

And just like that, the fire dies from Roman’s eyes and he helps Virgil sit back down, squeezing his hand. “Have you... “ He grimaces, trying to find a way to phrase it lightly. “If we went to the authorities, would they be able to do a rape kit?”

Virgil’s cheeks redden in embarrassment and shame and he nods, his eyes burning. He never did get around to that shower.

Roman nods, standing up. “Come on then. I’m not letting him get away with this again.” Virgil sniffs as he rises to his feet, following Roman out of the apartment and settling in his car, trying to keep his breathing even as Roman drives them to the nearest police station.

A/N: In case it wasn’t obvious, Part 2 - Part 8 were memories/flashbacks he was having while crying on the floor.

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baronessblixen · 6 years ago

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Ouch! List: 14 --> sleep deprivation. (take your time, no hurry for this one). 😃💜

This prompt is old! But fits with this little idea I had inspired by the movie “Legal Eagles”. Set in late season 2.

3 a.m.

The time of night Scullyhas come to know too well. Her best friend is 4 a.m.; if she falls asleep atall, it happens then. In that moment right before darkness changes into dawn,quiet as death. No matter what she tries (and by now she's tried it all), shecan't sleep. Not at night, never for long. Her skin is on fire, her legsrestless. Her mind is an endless chatter box, never quiet. There's nothing shecan do, but stare at the ceiling, at the TV screen and wait for morning tocome. Her prescribed sleeping pills sit untouched in the bathroom cabinet.She's thought about taking them, but she always stops herself. What if there'sanother intruder? Another monster? What if she's fast asleep, dead to the world,and it happens again?

Every second day Scullyconsiders calling Mulder. He's mentioned sleeping problems. Demons, he saidonce, dismissively. It was before she was abducted, before Donnie Pfaster.Before she understood herself. Now if she were to ask he'd give her that look.He's been wearing it ever since she's come back. Like she needs to be pitied,or taken care of by him. All she wants is for things to go back to before, backto normal. She wants to fall asleep easily and anywhere, like she used to do.She wants Mulder to smile at her because of that silly habit. Not to see hiseyes darken and worry because of everything else.

At 5 a.m. she gives up.Scully turns off the TV, closes the book she's been trying to read and getsready for work. If she can't sleep, she can at least be productive.

"Good morning,Mulder." Scully tries to keep the surprise out of her voice. It's shortlyafter 7 a.m. and there's Mulder behind his desk, a soft smile on his lips,going through files.

"Morning. I'm gladyou're here already, Scully." He jumps up and courteously, with his handon her back, leads her around the desk and motions for her to sit down. Sheknows what that means: a slide show. Mulder's alien-shaped mug is right underher nose and she takes in the strong, slightly bitter smell.

"I found this veryinteresting case in – wait, are you drinking my coffee?" Mulder grins ather and she blushes.

"If you intend to dragme across the country, Mulder, the least you can do is share your coffee withme." He nods, accepting it without further questions. Scully sips thestill warm liquid and feels it run through her blood, giving her the energy tolisten to her over-excited, probably not sleep-deprived partner.

Less than half a day laterScully finds herself at the airport. Mulder hands her a cup of steaming coffeeidentical to his own; he's not sharing this time. She mouths a thank you. Herheart drums inside her chest; she should go slow on the caffeine. But it's theonly thing that's keeping her awake.

"You okay, Scully? Youlook tired." There's that look. The one she doesn't want.

"I'mfine," she snaps and regrets it immediately. "I probably got up tooearly this morning," she adds more gently. Mulder nods as though he knowswhat she's talking about and takes another sip from his coffee. It's going tobe a long flight.

As much as Scullyhates flying, she feels herself drift off almost right away. Mulder is readinga book next to her, occasionally stealing a glance over at her. She can hearall the questions he doesn't ask about her well-being as if he were shoutingthem. Just to drown him out, she closes her eyes. She doesn't mean to fallasleep; she doesn't even think she can. But then exhaustion wins over her owndemons, over the fear of monsters.

"Sir? You need toput your seatbelt back on." When Scully opens her eyes she is looking intothe smiling face of a flight attendant. Mulder, his head leaning heavilyagainst hers, startles awake. Scully puts a hand on his thigh.

"What'shappening?" He yawns and turns to her. They're closer than Scully thinksis appropriate and she wonders how it even happened. Clearly they weren't thisclose when the plane set off? The armrest between them is gone, their thighsand arms touching.

"Put yourseatbelt back on," Scully says as she does the same. She runs her fingersthrough her hair and is convinced it smells like Mulder. She glances over athim as he rubs his eyes. There's a stubborn lock sticking from his head and shewonders what he'd do if she reached over to smooth it back down.

"How long wasthat flight?" He asks absent-mindedly, looking at her with exhausted eyes.Scully is certain she must look the same.

"Two hours,three." She checks her watch. "Almost three hours." He shouldknow, she thinks, as he looks pleased with himself, because he chose the caseand booked the flights. But she decides not to dwell on it.

They spend all dayworking on the case. The local police are of great help, but it's obviousthey're going to have to stay a while. Being sleepless at home is one thing;insomnia on the road is ten times worse. Scully steals secret glances at herwatch, expecting Mulder to throw her out of his room. He doesn't. 10 p.m.passes just like 11 p.m. Scully can't stop herself from yawning and that's whenMulder looks up from his files. His own eyes are small slits; he, too, must beexhausted.

"Are youtired?"

"Maybe a littlebit. It's been a long day." Or rather a long month. She's not going toadmit that to him, though.

"Let's get morecomfortable." Mulder clears crime scene photos and folders off the bed.Scully stares at him. He can't be serious. "I'd rather keep working,"he says with a shrug. With a sigh she takes off her shoes and sits on his bed.Scully leans against the headboard, adjusts her glasses and grabs a folder.

"I might need avacation after this," she mumbles and sees Mulder smile out of the cornerof her eye.

4 a.m.

A noise wakes her,startles her. Scully's eyes pop open. For a moment she doesn't know where sheis and she panics; it's happened again. They came back, they took her again.Blindly her arms flap about. Until she hits something solid, something warm.

"Ouch,"Mulder grumbles, slowly waking up next to her. Scully's eyes grow wide.

"What are youdoing in my bed?" She shrieks, but doesn't make a move to get away fromhim.

"Actually you'rein my bed, Scully. This is my room."

"That's besidethe point, Mulder. Why are you – why are we?"

"We weresleeping," he yawns and then grins at her.

"Why are you socalm about this?" Scully asks him, tugging at the comforter. She's coolsuddenly, missing the feel of Mulder's warm body so close to hers.

"Scully, we wereasleep."

"This is thesecond time it's happened now. The same thing happened on the plane."Mulder shrugs. Instead of getting up, he burrows further into the bed, turnshis head and watches her.

"We were tired. Iknow I was."

"That's not thepoint, Mulder," she sighs exasperated.

"What is yourpoint?" If only she knew. "I haven't slept this well in awhile," Mulder says softly, as if unsure of his words. "I haven'tbeen sleeping much. Or at all."

"You haven't? Whynot?" He doesn't need to answer; she sees it in his eyes. It's because ofher; new demons brought on by her abduction. They share them now. Scullyblushes and is glad that the darkness in the room covers her.

"You wanted toknow why I'm so calm about this. Now you know. If you want I'll go sleep inyour room."

"Mulder,wait," Scully says and reaches for his hand before he can leave the bed."I have a confession to make." He's quiet next to her, waiting.Unlike him, she is not good at this. She doesn't want to admit her sleepingproblems, the fact that any of what's been happing is still bothering her. Shedoesn't want to admit it to him, to anyone. But when was the last time sheslept this well, this long? She doesn't want him to leave her here alone.

"I haven't been sleepingwell either. It's been going on for a while now."

"Why haven't youtold me?" Mulder scoots closer to her as though trying to shield her fromany harm. She is torn between pushing him away and snuggling into his waitingarms.

"I didn't wantyou to worry." Unasked, her voice breaks.

"Oh Scully,"Mulder whispers and closes the distance between them. He hugs her close to himand he feels so warm, so right against her that she can't protest. "Youshould have said something."

"What differencewould it have made? You didn't tell me either," she scolds. "And I'myour doctor." He chuckles against her. It should feel strange, it shouldfeel awkward. Instead it just feels right.

"I would haveknown, Scully. I want to know these things." His honesty is raw and shehas to avert her eyes. "Next time tell me? Please?" Mulder isn't oneto plead. She's never heard his voice sound so vulnerable. She lifts her headagain and nods.

"Thank you,"he breathes against her, his words almost a kiss against her skin. "Nowlet's pretend we're not sharing the bed and get some more sleep." Muldergrins at her and that's the last thing Scully sees before she falls asleepagain, easily, just like that.

#i wrote a thing #i thought the prompt was insomnia and not sleep deprivation #but i hope it kinda fits anyway #i need to answer all these prompts #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic #mulders-boyish-enthousiasm

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thelostandforgottenangel · 7 years ago

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Perfect Valentine’s Day

Posted this yesterday but it never went through so all four are a day late might take me some time but here you go - sorry hope nobody minds

Sweet Donnie Smut (Sorry this song it just cannon to me for him)

Song: Perfect - Ed Sheeran

@devilsnevercry1388 @tmntwhat-you-get-is-what-you-see @fyreball66 @illcallyouvega @tur-nerd-tle-girl @bunnyboo9889 @technical

Donatello had been working himself ragged rushing around with repairs, trying to finish all his projects, and be sure his family didn’t need anything before he had to meet her at six that night wanting everything to be perfect for his Valentine surprise. He had it all planned out to the very small details the would make it work but around four that evening a message came through to his phone from her, it left the genius wondering if everything was okay when she had text him she had to cancel.

It wasn’t like her to cancel via text which made him quickly call her only to hear the young female sounding as if she was losing her voice “Hey honey - Is everything okay… you don’t sound too good?”

“Oh Donnie - I’m so sorry" her voice cracked making him worry even more as she coughed loudly on the other end of the line wheezing almost sounding miserable as she tried to catch her breath sniffling after a while

“Sweetie? Baby what’s wrong you’re worrying me?”

“Donnie - I am so sorry I have to cancel tonight I’m afraid I’m coming down with something… I feel awful and I don’t want to get you sick… I know tonight’s important-”

He cleared his throat as he looked at his computer seeing all the work he still had to do before clearing his throat again stopping her from saying anymore “It’s okay Love, please don’t worry about it… if you’re not feeling good we shouldn’t go out - you need to get you some rest so you can heal”

She sounded so relieved by his quick reassurance and his tone showing no hint of anger her voice coming out so soft it melted him “Donnie you’re amazing. Thank you so much - I promise I’ll make it up to you" before he could say anything else she had hung up the phone feeling his heart sinking that his mate was sick on one of the most important day for any couple especially their first year of being together. The turtle didn’t move a muscle staring at his phone finally dropping it on the desk mumbling to himself as he shifted through the papers trying to remember where he had been on his notes sitting there for few more minutes before looking to his phone again as an idea popped in his head but he would need to hurry if he was going to pull it off on such short notice

An hour later the genius turtle was flying over the city jumping between roofs heading straight to her apartment, a small yet heavy gray tote under his arm with several things he felt would make her feel a lot better in no time. He was going over everything in his head double checking to be sure he hadn’t forgotten anything until he was standing on her roof glancing down to the window of her place seeing a faint light from the lamp by her desk on meaning she was either laying on the couch or had fell asleep and left it on slowly making his way down the fire escape until he was pushing the window up looking inside to see her home was a disaster zone; used tissues were on the floor, dishes scattered her coffee table, and clothes were laying around the front room. It was obvious to him after knowing the young woman for a few years she had to be sick if she hadn’t clean that day smiling to himself as he let himself in quickly being sure to close her window softly going into ninja stealth mode cleaning up the apartment for her

He set to throwing the trash in a bag and dropping it down eight stories with perfect accuracy into the dumpster on the other side of the alley before gathering all of the dishes taking them to the sink washing every last one so she wouldn’t have too when she got up, his next step was to layout the clothes in a basket and set them on the washer in her linen closet for later before finally setting up everything he had brought with him.

45 minutes later he had the living room set up the way he wanted, it actually looked better than he had originally planned quickly checking everything before changing his clothes into something a little nicer and more comfortable which for their date had been a loose pair of slacks and a modified dress shirt to go under his shell only half buttoned the way his mate liked, checking himself in the mirror he was finally satisfied heading down the hallway quietly to her room seeing the door was cracked peeking in to see her beautiful princess knocked out on her bed – for a moment he started to let her sleep before her phone dinged and she jumped looking at the screen hopefully before pouting when it wasn’t who she wanted it to be dropping it beside her with a disappointed huff

She was missing him

He smiled softly tapping on the door frame before he stepped in seeing her look over from under her blankets giving her the warmest smile he could when her face lit up upon seeing her special turtle “Hey there beautiful how you feeling?”

She quickly sat up brushing her hair back trying to make herself look presentable even if right then she was the most adorable female he had ever seen and he was going to be sure once she was better he told her so for the rest of her life “D-Donnie… what are you doing here… don’t get me wrong baby I’m happy to see you but - I don’t want to get you sick… Why didn’t you tell me you were coming over I look terrible!” the pout that took over her face had him falling for her all over again - god he was a sucker for that little puppy pout

She did it so well, it was her little personal weapon against the turtle and she had to have known it

“You don’t look terrible baby – here your hair needs to be like this” he grinned stepping further into the room with a small sway to his steps going to her side sitting down on the edge of her bed ruffled it up a bit more making the wild locks frame her face more “There - perfection in its truest form” his smirk was genuine as he gently kissed her forehead feeling how warm she was cupping her face in his large hands “Hey - don’t worry about getting me sick. I needed to come see how my girl was feeling; it’s not right for me to let you be alone on Valentine’s Day without somebody to love on you no matter what you said. Besides what kind of boyfriend would I be if I left you to suffer all alone in this lonely bed – a very terrible and very insensitive one...” his sass tone came out in full Donatello flare as he laughed at himself gently pushed her hair back behind her ears seeing the tears in her glassy eyes as he looked her over like she was the rarest and most priceless gem he had ever seen “I’m here cause it’s where I belong, where I really want to be – so deal with it Princess”

For a moment she gave him a slight glare – he knew she hated being told to ‘Deal with it’ but seeing him being so sweet cracked her attitude, in only a few seconds she laughed leaning over to hug him tightly nuzzling up to the genius who held her the second she was against him “How in the world did I get so lucky to have somebody like you care about me”

He chuckled softly kissing her neck before gently picking her up in his arms seeing her in a long sheer white night gown walking towards the door “Well before you ask yourself that again wait until you see what I brought you” she looks so confused as he walked down the hallway before stepping into the living room turning the corner as her eyes widen and she gave a surprised gasp cupping a hand over her lips

Her entire living room was decorated to perfection with several pillar candles lit around the room making the room glow softly so her eyes wouldn’t hurt from the lights, red rose petals were on the cleaned floor trailing from her hallway over to her couch where he had set it up with her softest pillows and thickest comforter, the TV was on with one of her favorite movies, and the coffee table had a red sheet over it set up with a large pizza and 2 large drinks but closer to the couch there was a bowl of her favorite soup and her crackers… he had made her dinner too!

“If you couldn’t go out for Valentine’s Day - I was going to bring Valentine’s to you… I figured since you were staying in we could make this the best date night we’ve ever had” he gently kissed her cheek carrying her over to the couch and laying her down on the comfy nest before stepping back over to the plastic bin behind the couch pulling out a bouquet of two dozen roses wrapped up beautifully in a sparkly dark purple tissue paper with a shiny ribbon made bow holding them all together and what had to been the cutest teddy bear she had ever seen, he kneeled down beside her like a prince would in the movies she loved to watch presenting them to her with a cute smirk “Happy Valentine’s Day my love – do you still want to be mine?”

She was so shocked by everything she was seeing she had to hide her face as tears dripped down her cheeks, Donatello had done all of this just for her – just to make her feel special on their first Valentine’s Day together as a couple feeling him lifting her face as she took the bear hugging it tightly to her chest while he wiped the tears away still smiling “I ruined our first-”

“No you didn’t… if anything you improved it, made it fifty times better than anything I had planned – I mean how many ladies are going to wake up tomorrow and be able to say their guy did-” he clicked on his phone before the TV turned off on its own as a projection of the beautiful night sky filled her roof clearly before her stereo clicked on playing a slow song “- all of this just for them”

She just stared at him – Nobody… nobody in the world come tomorrow would be able to say their boyfriend had come over at the threat of getting sick to make her feel like the luckiest girl in the world by just being himself!

He was such a nerd!

“Donnie-” she stopped her mouth falling open looking over as the song he was playing started over melting for the turtle in an instant, she knew this song by heart and for a moment she was speechless “This is our song…” he nodded grinning smugly before getting up extending his staff and twirling it with eerie accuracy blowing out all but three candles before placing it back down where it stayed while he was visiting her as she kept staring at him in awe against the night sky as he bowed holding out his hand to her

“May I have this dance under the stars Princess?” he couldn’t surprise her past this, they was nothing that could top all of this as she slowly took his hand letting him pull her up placing his free hand on her hip swaying slowly with her, the woman refusing to cry again as they slowly dance barefooted on the soft carpet, she leaned on his chest as they slowly moved mumbling her negative feelings about herself, wishing she didn’t look half dead and a mess before he lifted her face to look at her his voice coming out under his breath “Dove you look perfect tonight” their eyes met locking on one another before he spun her pulling his girl closer to him as the song picked up

She was enjoying herself; not only was this the best Valentine’s day she was so deeply in love with this man

After a while she heard a different deeper tone then the one coming through the speakers seeing him smiling looking at her as he sang along softly to the song when it restarted before quickly stopping blushing “Sorry” it wasn’t the first time she had heard Donatello sing but usually it was off key to his weird music or with Mikey to ‘Holla Back Girl’ but this… this was beautiful

“No… Please Donnie – keep going…”

The purple banded turtle looked up at the love of his life as he spun her before moving a little differently as his voice got a little louder as he looked at her, every word he was about to speak true and heartfelt my the genius turtle towards his mate “Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know. She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her home. I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets. To carry love, to carry children of our own” he grinned seeing the tears in her eyes as she smiled at the turtle dancing with him as they moved around the living room “We are still kids, but we're so in love. Fighting against all odds. I know we'll be alright this time. Darling, just hold my hand. Be my girl, I'll be your man. I see my future in your eyes”

She laughed as he picked her up spinning her with him before she was leading him feeling better just being this close to him not thinking about it when he leaned in kissing her slow and passionately – she finally realized he really didn’t care if he got sick.

“Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms. Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song. When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful. I don't deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight”

He was normally a bit of a germaphobe but with her it never seemed to matter - to him she was worth getting sick for a day or two

“Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms… Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song-” he softly brushed a finger over her flushed cheek the song slowly coming to an end as she saw his honey brown orbs drift over her face holding her as he always did like she was the most prized possession in his world, slowly she realized he was no longer singing to her but speaking lovingly and softly “I have faith in what I see, now I know I have met an angel in person and she looks perfect… I don't deserve this you look perfect … tonight”

She was so lost in the moment she made him dance with her again begging until he caved to sing for her one more time once they were done he laid her down and made her eat some of the soup nibbling on the pizza here and there to make sure she was taken care of until his love had made him sit down and eat while they watched the movie they had seen a million times

By the time morning came and the third movie had ended Donnie looked over to see her out cold in her soft nest, a gentle hand slowly made its way to her forehead feeling her head before smiling finding her fever had broken finally seeing her shift pulling him closer until he laid down beside her chucking softly when she turned over nuzzling into his chest unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way pressing closer smiling in her half sleepy state “Perfect night-” she was sleeping soundly before he kissed her forehead holding her close as he got comfortable feeling sleep finally claiming him as the candles flicked out

“Nothing is more perfect then you – Happy Valentine’s day baby”

#tmnt 2k16 #tmnt donatello #valentinesday #love #sick #suprises #Donatello x Female #teenage mutant ninja turtles #care

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tmntawesomeness · 7 years ago

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Dad bonding

cute little one shot of each brother spending time with their kids. Enjoy!

Taking deep calming breaths, Leo sat underneath the dojo tree as he meditated. Toning out the tv in the other room playing cartoons and the sound of bickering from the two young children. If things got out of hand with the kids Karai or Mikey would step in, right now was one of his rare moments to himself. After a few minutes of deep meditation though, Leonadro sensed a presence. He no longer heard any bickering, and he could hear the tv in the other room, specifically, he could hear the tv playing his nephew's favorite cartoon. Which meant one thing, Miwa lost the argument. Cracking an eye open, Leo watched his 5 year old daughter come into the dojo. Little Miwa sat down next to her father, clearly irritated by the look in her snake eyes. "Yoshi's a poop head." Leo gave his daughter a light bop on the head. "First of all, don't call your cousin names. Second, why?" The little Kunoichi in training scrunched up her nose in irritation. "He sat on the remote then farted on it so I wouldn't change the channel." Sighing, the leader shook his head. Little Yoshi was Mikey's son alright.

"Your uncle use to do that when we were kids." Glancing over at his daughter, Leo gave a small smile. "Would you like to meditate with me?" Watching as she thought it over, Leo's smile grew when Miwa got up and sat in her dad's lap. Once the two of them were comfortable, they started to meditate. Well, Leo did anyways. Within a few minutes the Leader felt pressure agaist his chest. Trying not to laugh, Leo looked down at his daughter who fell asleep trying to meditate. Wrapping his powerful arms around his little girl, Leonardo gave her a small kiss on her head before going back into meditation. _______________

Delivering a final powerful punch to the punching bag in front of him, Rapheal wiped at his forehead before turning around and walking over to where he left his water. Sitting down, the powerful ninja took a drink of the cool refreshing liquid. Hearing the pitter-patter of bare feet against a cold hard ground, Raph glanced over and smiled. "Hey kiddo, isn't Mondo suppose to be keeping an eye on you?" Giggling, 5 year old Sandro jumped onto his dad's shell, holding onto the edge of it with his powerful salamandrian/turtle hands. "He wiped out pretty hard when he was showing me a skateboard trick. Rockwell told me to go see you while he makes sure Mondo didn't break his head like an egg. The wipe out was cool though!" Chuckling, Raph got up while his son still held tightly to his shell. Normally Slash would be watching over Sandro, but he, Leatherhead and Mona were out on patrol together so it was just him, Rockwell, and Mondo Gecko at the Mutanimal's hideout. "Well I was about done with training anyways, how about we go and have something to eat?"

Raph could practically feel Sandro's large tail swing in excitement. "Can we eat on the roof? Please Dad?" Thinking it over for a moment, Rapheal turned his head and smiled at his son. "Sure kiddo." Stopping by the kitchen first to grab some leftover pizza gyoza and reheat it, Raph and Sandro, followed by a now dog sized Chompy, went up to the roof and enjoyed their food. Leaning against Chompy's shell, the ninja in training stared at the view of the city as the sun started to set behind some buildings. "New York sure is pretty." Staring at the same view, Raph nodded in agreement with his son. "Yeah, I remember how breath taking it was seeing the city for the first time when my brothers and I were teens. It was amazing." Sandro looked up at his dad. "I bet space was pretty cool too huh?" Laughing, the ninja patted his son's head. "It was, but nothing was more beautiful then seeing your mother for the first time." He laughed harder when Sandro made a face of disgust. "Eeeeew Dad! We're eating!"

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Yawning tiredly, Donnie leaned back in his seat as he stared at his invention infront of him. He had been working on it for a few hours and was almost done with it, but he should probably take a break before April drags him out of the barn for some daylight. Getting up from his chair, Donnie headed for the barn door, only to stop at the entrance when he opened the door and saw Lavinia. His daughter was standing there, one hand reached out as if she was about to open the door herself, and her other hand covering a spot on her forehead. Donatello also noticed the trail of tears on Lavi's face. Kneeling down, the ninja gently took his daughter's hand and removed it from her head, revialing a small bump and a bruise forming. "Bonked yourself in the head while training Pumpkin?" Lavi gave a timid nod as her dad wiped away some of her tears. "Don't worry, Doctor Donnie will fix you right up." Walking into the farm house, Donnie picked up his daughter and sat her down on the kitchen counter before going to the fridge and getting an ice pack. "How exactly did you get that bump?"

Taking the ice pack, the 6 year old girl held it against her head as she blushed. "I was trying to do that technique you showed me but I did it wrong and hit my head with my training staff." Nodding, Donnie had his daughter pull the ice pack away a little so he could see her forehead. "You'll be fine, you'll just have a bruise for a little while." Giving Lavi a quick kiss on the forehead, Donnie smiled down at her. "How about later I help you with it? For now though, how about we take a quick break?" Getting an okay from Lavi, Donnatello helped her down from the counter as they made their way to the living room. Both of them sitting down on the couch, Donnie grabbed the remote and turned on the tv. Lavi gave an excited gasp as their favorite sci-fi show came on screen. Chuckling, Donnie put the remote down and wrapped his arm around his daughter as they enjoyed the show, who's main character always sounded very familiar to him. Must be the British accent. ________________

Humming to himself, Mikey returned to the lair with a fresh hot pizza in his hands that he managed not to eat on the way back. Stopping, the ninja looked around. It was quiet. Way to quiet for a place with two kids, especially if one of them was his. Usually Miwa would be yelling at little Yoshi while he ran from her laughing, but that wasn't happening. The only noise he could hear was the tv playing Yoshi's favorite cartoon. Squinting his eyes suspiciously, Michelangelo used his ninja skills to walk as quietly as possible to the kitchen. Peaking inside, his suspicions were confirmed. Yoshi, sitting on a stool that was pushed all the way to the fridge, had the freezer wide open while he was digging into the tub of ice cream. "Yoshi!" Looking up with wide eyes, his 4 year old son looked like a deer caught in a headlight when Mikey walked in. "You know the rules! No sneaking ice cream without me!" Putting the pizza down, Mikey grabbed his own spoon and started digging in as well. Yoshi looked up at his dad. "Am I in trouble Papa?" Mikey shook his head as he swallowed a bite of ice cream.

"Nah, just don't tell your mom okay? Or else she'll kick both of our shells back in time to the dinosaur timeline." Besides, the stomach ache Yoshi will get later will probably make his kid think twice about doing this again. "Come on, lets get cleaned up." Putting away what was left of the ice cream, Mikey picked up his son and looked him over. "How did you manage to get ice cream in your hair?" The only reply he got from Yoshi was a giggle while they headed for the sink.

#leorai #ramona #apritello #miket #Oc Children #cute family bonding

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tatlmaslany · 7 years ago

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The first time Helen Shaver saw Tatiana Maslany on screen, she knew she wanted to work with her.

“I was asked to sit on the jury of the Whistler Film Festival about five years ago,” Shaver recalls. “I was adjudicating films, and there was a small Canadian film called Picture Day that was one of the films that we were looking at. That was the first time I’d ever been conscious of Tatiana, and I watched this movie, and my mouth just dropped, like ‘Who is that?'”

Months later, Shaver was flipping through TV channels in the middle of the night and stumbled upon a first season episode of a new sci-fi series starring a familiar face. She was enthralled. “The next day, I called my agent and said, ‘I want to do Orphan Black,'” she says. “‘It’s a fabulous show, and it has that young woman, Tatiana. I want to direct her.'”

Not only did Shaver’s phone call manifest her wish, but it led to one of her best creative experiences in a 20-year directing career that includes gigs on such TV shows as Judging Amy, Law & Order: Special Victims Unit, Person of Interest, Vikings and Anne. “I love Orphan Black,” she says, phoning from Los Angeles. “I loved my experience there. For me, as an artist and a collaborator and filmmaker, it really became a creative home.”

Shaver directed only three episodes of the Space hit—which is currently airing its fifth and final season—but she has lensed some of the most memorable scenes of the series: Helena watching Rachel and Paul have sex through her sniper scope, Alison and Donnie twerking and Paul’s death.

And then there are the Cosima and Delphine scenes.

In portraying Orphan Black‘s main romantic couple—coined Cophine by fans—Maslany and co-star Evelyne Brochu have screen-melting chemistry on their own, but Shaver’s direction managed to kick it up a notch, expertly excavating the conflicting motivations pulsing beneath the characters’ tortured scientist/experiment love affair. For example, there is no scene that captures the essence of Cophine’s complicated history more succinctly than in Season 2’s “Ipsa Scientia Potestas Est,” where shots of a fearful Cosima receiving an injection are intercut with images of Delphine comforting her.

The same goes for Season 5’s “Ease For Idle Millionaires,” when the couple finally chooses to stop fighting each other and accept the complex dynamics of their relationship, the camera swirling around past and present versions of them as they build up to a kiss. After the episode aired two weeks ago, Cophine fans swarmed Twitter to post their appreciation of Shaver’s work.

So what is Shaver’s secret to directing such emotionally effective scenes?

“There are many, many elements to the director’s job, but the primary one to me is that the director is the container, the safe room in which actors are willing to speak their personal truths through the mouthpiece of the character,” she explains. “My willingness to be present, it creates a safe space, a womb some might say, where the actors can expose themselves through the characters to each other—and as you see with these two women on screen, it’s compelling beyond belief.”

And Shaver has another directing superpower.

“I’m not afraid of actors,” she says. “I don’t feel the need to minimize that. I truly respect actors.”

While that may seem like a given for someone working in the TV industry, Shaver learned that not everyone shares her view when she crossed over from acting to directing in the 1990s. During her first-ever production prep meeting, someone made a comment that she never forgot. “We were talking and I said, ‘Oh, the actor will need blah, blah blah,’ and somebody—a writer—said, ‘Oh, it’s just a f–king actor,'” she recalls. “And ‘f–king’ was not the important adjective; the important adjective was ‘just.’ The thing is, most people have no concept what acting is, what the internal process of acting is, what the vulnerability, what the exposure, what the trust is, the waiting for an hour while they set up the lights, and now there’s only 10 minutes left and now do your close-up. It’s 7 o’clock in the morning and you’ve been up all night talking to your mother because your father is sick, you still gotta do your close-up. It doesn’t matter. And because most people don’t have a concept of what that is, many people feel like they are held captive by the actor. You need them, but, damn it, there they are with all their humanity and foibles and all the things that you can’t control, and so they are afraid of the actor—and fear is the antidote to creativity.”

“The other thing that happens is kind of a sycophant approach of talking to an actor as if they are a child,” Shaver adds. “Or some emotionally disturbed adolescent who’s going to tear the place down and run screaming from the room or something.”

Obviously, that’s not the environment fostered on Orphan Black, a show that depends on the gifts of its lead actor more than perhaps any other TV show in history, and a show whose lead actor is known nearly as much for her tireless work ethic as she is for her mind-boggling abilities.

“[Tatiana] is just an extraordinary talent,” Shaver says. “Just the breadth of her gift, her willingness, her gift, her intellect, her spirit, her no fuss, no muss [attitude]. And with the extraordinary amount of work that that woman did, there was never a complaint. Just exemplary.”

Shaver also credits Orphan Black co-creators and showrunners Graeme Manson and John Fawcett with giving her the freedom to get the most out of every scene. “The line between writing and directing is not this hard line like some showrunners have, you know, ‘I say she picked up the teacup on this word, so that’s when the teacup gets picked up.’ That’s a sort of thing that exists certainly in some productions, but from the get-go, I was really offered the opportunity to take the material and direct it as a little movie the way I saw.”

That approach allowed Shaver to choreograph the pivotal scene in “Ipsa Scientia Potestas Est” where Rachel sexually dominates Paul in a chair. “The original script, for example, was that Rachel pushes Paul onto the bed and climbs on top of him,” she says. “So I looked at the script and said, ‘OK, Graeme, so we’re looking for female dominated sex, right?’ And he says, ‘Yes.’ So I go, ‘OK, let me think about this.’ During the course of prep, I conceived this whole thing where it was out in the living area of the space, and I thought Rachel is not doing anything for his pleasure. He is there for her. And all of that was not just allowed but encouraged and embraced in the environment that was there.”

Shaver also switched up Cosima and Delphine’s flashback scene in “Ease For Idle Millionaires,” animating a formerly staid scene with all the emotion the situation demanded. “The scene in the flashback was written that they’re sitting on the couch and that’s how it played out in the first rehearsal of it, and it was quite quiet and passive in a sense,” she recalls. “It was a little conversation, and I said, ‘No, wait. Hold on. Let’s go to the beginning of this moment. What is the beginning of this moment?’ There’s this huge betrayal that Cosima is recognizing and also this recognition that she is property. All these things, the pain, the tearing away, the outrage, the betrayal, how can you even stay sitting on the couch beside [Delphine]? And bang, Tatiana was up and then Evelyne was up, and we shot that a number of times, allowing it to evolve in its own way each time. And then in the cutting, once they got into an embrace, using bits from multiple takes so that it builds that kind of cacophony of emotion, which is true to what happens to a human being, not just on the outside but on the inside when such a moment is going on.”

Shaver gives props to Maslany and Brochu for forming a “circuit of energy” with her in order to better understand—and ultimately elevate—the scene. “That’s a complex moment, and these women, as they have each time, completely gave themselves to the moment, to me. And I take it quite personally. I feel like I’m being given an enormous gift. I mean what is greater than to be trusted?”

And while the Cophine scenes will always have a special place in Shaver’s heart—”To me, love is love, and love is the only thing that is real,” she shares—she has a few other favourite Orphan Black memories as well. “I’d say the delirium in Episode 306 [“Certain Agony of the Battlefield”] that begins with Sarah in Mexico going into her dream state through the tunnel into the kitchen with Beth. I’m extraordinarily proud of that on every level. I think it’s exquisite performances—or performance,” she corrects herself, laughing. “It’s all her! I think visually, in terms of my work with the camera, that’s a beautiful piece of work. And the sequence with Helena, Paul and Rachel, I love that very much.”

Most of all, Shaver says she will always remember her relationship with Maslany—who drew her to Orphan Black in the first place, and with whom she will team up with again in early 2018 to film Pamela Sinha’s Happy Place.

“Happy Place explores the lives of seven women aged 23 to 60 who are residents of an in-patient care facility: a microcosm for the world outside its walls. What is it to live inside the suffering of these women...addressing the idea that we are not so different from each other, though our circumstances may be? Each woman must try to find a way to fit into a world that can't respond to or redress a pain that is unseeable. But they are also the ones who can teach one another how to live with what happened to them as no one else ever could. Even if they can't always do it for themselves.” (source)

“I remember the day that Tatiana and I met,” she says. “Even though I’m certainly old enough to be her mother, we recognized each other immediately. It’s as if our souls are the same age, or as if we live in the same … whatever. We exist with the same sort of principles.”

#orphan black #tatiana maslany #evelyne brochu #cophine #helen shaver #@tatiana #int #fav

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donaldresslerfanfic · 7 years ago

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Rating: M

Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual Content.

Word Count: 2142

Donald Ressler X OC Maggie Waters.

Chapter: Thirty

Chapter Index

Story on Wattpad

Ressler.

A month, a crazy scientist and a con artist later, we were still okay. Maggie and I, the task force and Reddington. Liz and Reddington not so much.

They had been quiet after Vanessa Cruz, they hadn't contacted me to go to the Post Office to take another case, and if they did, I had plans on my own.

I wanted to get out of the city for a while, just Mags and I, the car, the road, go anywhere.

I was about to present this plan to her over an early breakfast when her phone rang.

She looked at it with a frown and answered.

"Kate" she said shortly. The other person began talking on the other line, and I turned the TV down.

Maggie cursed under her breath and stood up.

I heard her say something else on the phone. I really didn't wanted to get into her business, I knew I wasn't going to like whatever she was doing, because I knew it was related to him.

Still, I stood up and jogged upstairs, she was kneeling down next to a box and shuffling through some files.

"Okay I got one. Mass Avenue 5312."

She listened attentively, then hung up

"What's wrong?"

She took one file and stood up to me.

"Donnie listen" she placed her hands on my chest and up to my shoulders. "Raymond is down" I frowned, leading my hand to my pocket to pick my phone

"Where is he?"

"Everything" she said stopping me from taking my phone up to my ear "is being handled, and I'm unfortunately part of this so... You have to let me go my way and you do you"

"Part of this how?" She glanced quickly at her watch and fidgeted in her spot.

"We don't have time for this Donald I have to leave, ok? And after this I promise to not give you much slack about the force and you and Raymond got it? But I have to leave"

She gave me one quick kiss, then jogged downstairs.

"I'm coming with you" I said, jogging behind her, she looked back at me from over her shoulder as she kept walking.

"No you're not actually. Can't have the feds anywhere near the places I'm going"

She was about to open the front door, but I placed my hand over it to stop her.

"Donald please" she complained.

"The 'fed' it's also a person who cares about your well being" I stressed the word 'fed'. I never liked it when people said it despectively, and specially if one of those people was my own girlfriend.

"If you care then it's better I go alone, you're FBI, you think people don't know you?"

My phone rang, I quickly fished it, still holding the door to keep Maggie in

"Ressler" I answered. I was told to head to the Post office, and was briefed on what I already knew, there was an assasination attempt on Reddington's life and he was injured. I said I was on my way and hung up.

I walked a short step to Maggie and placed my other hand on her neck.

"Maggie if you get spotted with Reddington, you are instantly placed and every kind of list there is. Do what you have to and stay as far away as you can. Someone tried to kill him, and I don't want anything to happen to you"

She looked at me and nodded, I pulled her to me and gave her one more kiss before we both got into out cars and drove away.

I would've given anything to go with Maggie and see what she did, how she worked behind the scenes, the secrets Reddington has.

I also would've killed for Maggie and I to be on our way to a little escaped away from everything. Another day.

Maggie.

I pulled in front of house, turning the engine off and getting out of the car.

I had a bag with files and other items I knew I would need.

In cases like these Raymond insisted to have money on standby, just in case. The money was held in different decrepit houses like the one I was in right now. He bought them cheap and installed money safes, sometimes he used them to another deals I couldn't care less.

I walked in and quickly located the vault, hidden behind a fake panel in one of the rooms. I opened it and quickly began to draw the money and put it into the silver case I had brought.

Another thing that usually happens in cases like this is that the other houses with the vaults have to be checked, and the combinations of the locks changed. I was meant to take care of that.

I finished with the money and closed the vault.

I got out of the house and sat in my car, I had several burner phones to use to deal with Raymond's business. I took one out of the box and left the file in the passenger seat.

I dialed a number and turned on the engine. While heading to Kate the adress I had given Kate I called Susan. She helped me with getting the houses and the usual paperwork for construction and such.

"Susan this is Maggie" I said, turning the corner "listen, I'm sorry I'm calling on such short notice, but the house in Georgetown? I'm finally approved to start building in it, how fast can you get me the demolition team?"

"For you Mags, tomorrow they can be there"

"Thank you so much Su" I said relieved. Raymond was going to be pleased with the house gone quickly.

I said my goodbyes and hung up. I called one of Raymond's contacts to get the vault out of the house before tomorrow. The vault was to be shredded to make sure it was untraceable.

And just like that, I had a file to burn as soon as I could.

I parked in the warehouse and walked inside, holding the case. I found Kate waiting for me at the first entrance. I handed the case to her and looked inside.

The paramedic tent was up, and I could see the shadows of people inside it. I saw Liz on the other side, also looking in.

"How is he?" I asked.

"Too soon to tell, they're working on stabilizing him"

I nodded, still worried.

"I'll handle what I have to. Please keep me informed" I asked Kate. She gave me a little nod and turned back into the warehouse.

I got into the car again and started it. Then began my trip to all the properties in DC, changing locks and safe numbers.

By the time I got home it was past 4 in the afternoon, and I hadn't eaten anything. I headed to my studio and grabbed the box with files I had let out in the open.

I secured it and headed down with the house I had to demolish to burn the file I had, making sure no one could link me to the house, and the house couldn't be linked to Raymond.

I placed the file in the barbecue rack and set it on fire, thinking hard if I was missing something or letting out any lose ends. Hopefully I didn't.

Ressler

I was getting ready to head out, staying in the Post office waiting for news about Reddington instead of being out of the city was really getting to me. The more I though that I could be doing something else besides being in my tiptoes for his every move, the more I wished to be done with this deal and have him behind bars.

Maybe I was starting to change, maybe this cat and mousse thing with Reddington can die down and I can be free.

While I was in the office, I made reservations in a little cabin outside the city. My plan was take Maggie out there and spend a few days out of reach from anyone.

Just us, a cabin, a creek to fish in, a fire. Just Mags and I.

Before leaving I was informed Reddington was admitted and had a 4 day post surgery recovery, and in that moment I contacted Cooper to let him know I was going to take those 4 days away.

He was happy for me, happy to know I had some other things to do, and so was I.

I drove to Mags' place, parked my car in her garage and before I could undo my tie and walk across the living room, she walked quickly to me from the kitchen.

"Hey" she saluted, I gave her a little smile and finished with the tie.

"Hey, how was your day?" I said, she looked up at me worried

"Do you know anything about Raymond? Is he ok?"

"Yeah, he's in post op"

She sighed and her shoulders untensed.

"I know that you couldn't care less or have any kind of sympathy for Raymond but he's actually worthy of my concern"

I nodded, knowing well that he hadn't done anything to Mags to make her hate him or dislike him. He took care of her as much as he took care of all the people that worked for him.

My hand took my phone and after I few taps I positioned the screen to her, showing her the picture of the cabin, surrounded by trees, and camp fire, a wooden area.

She looked at it with a frown and then looked back at me.

"What's that?"

"That is where we're going tomorrow" she frowned and looked at me with a little smirk.

"What? You are taking a vacation?"

"We" I set the phone down and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her chest to mine.

"What?" She asked again wrapping her arms around my neck "are you serious Agent Ressler?"

"100%. We leave in the morning" she smiled and pressed her lips to mine. "next time it'll be the beach, I promise"

"You know I don't like promises" she shook her head, my nose tapped with hers back and forth, I smiled and gave her another quick kiss.

"That's one I can keep"

She looked at me complicit, I reached down to pat her in the butt cheek and motioned at her to go upstairs.

She jogged up and by dinner time she had her bags ready, I readied mine after we ate.

It was in that moment when it hit me, and I couldn't help myself to ask Maggie while she pulled the covers off the bed.

"Are we living together?"

She looked at me and finished with the covers, then took her hair and began to braid it.

"It sure feels like we are"

"I was wondering because" I motioned at the closet that had half of my things mixed with hers "I've been filling this thing without asking and, you know, I've got underwear here, my toothbrush, my laptop, my shoes. And I don't really remember the last time I was at my place"

She gave me a smirk and finished with her braid.

"You want more room is that what you're saying?" She joked. I snorted a laugh and folded a shirt into my bag.

"No" I bent over to grab another shirt and stutter "I mean, I've been living here, I should at least help with the services"

"Those are paid bimonthly and not by me. Donald" she crawled over the bed and stood on her knees next to me "I love the fact that you're here, this" she motioned at the room "when we go to bed together and I get to look at you relax, then you turn and pull me to you and spoon me, that's easily the best part of my day. And I don't think we're going to fast. We're over thirty and we've known each other for almost three years now. Are you uncomfortable here? Do you want to move back and take your things? I won't feel offended."

"No" I said in a sigh and pulled her close by the waist "I was just... Confirming it?"

"That doesn't sound like a confirmation" she said with a smile, I looked at her, looked into her eyes, the ones I could look all day long.

"Coming back here, opening the door and knowing you'll be on the other side, that's the best part of my day" she smiled, leaning in and kissing me. I loved her kisses, I loved her lips, I loved the way her body felt when I hugged her. I was so stupidly in love with this woman.

I was really, really glad in enjoyed every second of our vacations, because what happened the second I stepped into the Post Office changed everything for the worst.

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niigoki · 7 years ago

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MAMAMOO title: your touch (it's addicting like that) pairing: moonsun read on Ao3!

It’s addicting. Like chocolate, or dancing to your favorite song all alone at home, or being in front of the cameras with thousands of people chanting for you.

It starts small; a hand touch here and there, smiles, giggles, the way she stares, the way her nose wrinkles when she laughs at something you said or did, the way she—

She.

Byulyi went from a star in your sky to the whole galaxy in which you reside.

You breathe – try to – and close your eyes, exhale, and when you open them again she’s still there. She was there when they were closed, and she’s even brighter now that you can see. You know this feeling so well, you’ve felt it before, but it was never this intense.

You find yourself craving her touch. More.

More.

And she seems to know exactly what you need, because when you’re about to make a move, she’s already there. Byul hugs you from behind and lifts you up, walking with you backstage and you’re laughing because she understands you so much, you could cry.

---

You know you overreact when she flirts shamelessly with you in front of the camera, but that’s because you wish it was real. Maybe some part of you believes it is, and you can’t expose yourselves like this in public, so that’s why you yell and smack her.

The both of you are alone at home, but you’re feeling so exposed with that damned cellphone filming your every move. This is for the fans, you think to yourself, but Byul apparently doesn’t give a damn.

“Byul actually approached me first.”

“Because you were so pretty.”

Your heart soars.

You still slap her, though.

---

It’s so cold today and you’re so nervous. It’s always a hard time when you’re performing a new song for the first time, but you try to walk with confidence. The studio is a bit warmer than the van outside, but it doesn’t mean it’s comfortable.

It takes one second from the moment you rub your arms.

You feel an embrace from behind.

“Better?” Byul whispers in your ear and you shiver.

“Yes,” Your voice is weak, so you clear your throat, smiling to break the tense mood. “Where did you even get this coat?”

“I materialized it with the power of love,” You’re ready to punch her when she giggles, and you feel your strength vanish at the touch of her hands on yours. “Also, Manager unnie gave it to me.”

“Make yourself useful and go grab me one, then.” You wish you had the guts to stop lying to yourself, to turn around and fully embrace her warmth and melt into her, but you can’t.

“Yes, ma’am.” And with a gentle squeeze in your hands, Byul lets you go. She doesn’t walk away, however, but instead takes off her coat and gives it to you. And it’s so damn greasy, the way she does that, but you can’t help but to fall more and more each time.

“Really?” You scold her, but you’re thankful nonetheless.

She just smiles dumbly at you for a split second before making her way back to grab another coat for herself.

You stare as she goes, but Wheein’s voice eventually snaps you out of it.

---

“I like you!” Byul says and your heart stops for a second.

Then you remember you’re acting.

You’re glad you are so good at lying to her face now. Maybe that’s why you’re such a good actress in the first place; you’ve just been pretending all this time in front of the cameras, anyway.

“Let’s break up,” You say, dramatically as you turn away.

“No, let’s not!” Byul laughs and goes in for a hug. You push her, too afraid she’ll feel your heart beating like crazy. Then she just grabs your hand and places a kiss on the back of it, and it does nothing to calm your nerves.

“Okay.” It’s all you can say. She seems happy that you didn’t break up, after all.

---

They’re about to call you to the stage. Oh god, they’re about to call you, and your head is suddenly blank, and you can’t read your card because being an MC is way too hard and you’ve never done this before, and there are so many people in there today, and the biggest names in the industry are there and will judge you, and who is Solar anyway, why is she even important, why are you even there, there is no reason at all for you to even be speaking right now, no one knows you—

Moon Byulyi grabs your hand.

“You’ll do great.”

Your mouth is dry and you just stare at her.

“And now we’d like to call to the stage, Mamamoo’s Solar!”

Byul smiles and nods encouragingly, and all of a sudden, your problems are gone.

You do great.

---

Sometimes – most times – you forget she’s just a girl, too. She’s not as strong as she makes her out to be, and it baffles you how fragile Byulyi truly is.

She throws her pen across the room, sighing exasperated. “I can’t do this.”

You’re at home with her (when did she start coming over so often?) and you take off your headphones, worried. Walking over, you sit down next to her girl on the couch. “That pen is expensive, you know?”

It’s such a terrible time to crack a joke, but she smiles at you nonetheless. “It’s not.”

You breathe out a small laugh. “Yeah, it’s really not.” Then there is silence again and you shift closer. “What’s wrong?”

“These lyrics. I just can’t— the words just won’t come.”

You nod, understandingly. Not being able to compose a rap is one of the most frustrating things in the world to her, and you know that. Since she’d been denied the privilege of being a main vocal, she’d always felt the need to compose songs twice as good as anyone else. You wish you could tell her that you think her voice is beautiful everyday for the rest of her life, but you lack the courage to do so.

You are such a coward.

“How about… we take a breather and do something else for a while?”

Byulyi doesn’t move for a moment and you’re afraid you said the wrong thing. Soon, she lets her head fall on your shoulder and nods, still pouting.

“’Kay.”

You can’t help but to smile and almost press a kiss to the top of her head. “Good. Let’s watch a drama.”

Now she laughs.

“I thought you didn’t watch dramas.”

“But you do, and it’s the best way to distract you from work.” You reply, reaching for the remote. It’s nice to feel like you’re taking care of her once in a while, and you can almost pretend you saw her cheeks redden a little bit.

“There are other ways to pass the time, you know?” She lies down on the couch, propping her head up with one hand and a smirk.

And it almost – almost – escapes you, but you bite your tongue before saying something that would destroy everything you’ve worked so hard for.

“My house, my rules.” Is all you say instead.

Byul giggles again, but gives up. So you turn on the TV and now the both of you are nestled together watching a dumb drama again (one of your favorite hobbies, really).

“Doing anything with Yong-donnie is fun, anyway.” Byulyi says 40 minutes into the show and you almost choke on your tea.

“Ahh, what’s with you??” You argue. She laughs harder and hugs you tightly.

You want to roll your eyes, but the way you feel in her arms is so good.

And you just…

Love her.

---

There are times you argue, badly. And it’s over the smallest stuff, too. Hwasa and Wheein are used to it, so they don’t pay much attention to your senseless arguments anymore; it’s even harder since the two of you have a matching personality.

That means: two incredibly stubborn women.

“Do what you want!” You say, turning away and leaving the room. You slam the door, aware of the consequences, but too upset to care. There are times you want to cry in frustration, but you’ve been learning how to control this urge. Right now, all you want is to not see her dumb face.

That dumb smile you know she’ll give you once you’re over this.

The dumb way her nose wrinkles when she’s happy.

The dumb way she apologizes, with the sweetest of words.

Her dumb—

You sigh in frustration.

Goddammit, you miss her already. But you’re not giving up.

You wish you weren’t like this, but pride had always been in your blood.

At night, when you’re all alone in your room ready to go to bed, your cellphone screen lights up. And it’s a bit pathetic how quickly you jump on the mattress to see if it’s who you think it is.

“I’m sorry.”

It’s simple, to the point, and maybe to some people it wouldn’t have meant anything, but you know her, and you know how hard it is for her to apologize first. So your heart melts as you read the words over and over again, and you turn on your back, typing.

“Me too.”

Your reply is just as simple and you – oh, boy – actually hug your phone close to your heart. What kind of romantic sitcom are you living right now?

When it vibrates again, you lift it up, and smile at the screen.

“Love you, Yeba.”

Your dreams are light and fluffy that night.

---

The moment you see her again two days later, you feel an uncontrollable urge to touch her. Anywhere, everywhere, you just need to be with her somehow, somewhere, you can’t—

“Yongsun-ssi!” She smiles brightly as soon as she spots you and your heart melts.

So you jump into her arms.

She catches you, obviously.

“What’s this?” She asks, laughing, genuinely surprised. It’s rare that you’d indulge her in physical contact like this. You should do it more often.

And you want to say you missed her, but it’s only been two days for god’s sake.

“I’m hungry.” You mumble.

Liar, liar.

“Let’s eat then,” Byul says with softness in her voice, like she knows you’re not being honest, but respecting your motives either way.

It takes a while for you to stop hugging, though.

---

It’s on the small touches, the gestures that show you she cares more than the average person, the jokes, the way she helps you through everything, the way she is around you, with and without the cameras.

And all of this has been going for years, and your heart got to a point where it just can’t take it anymore without exploding.

Soju helps, too.

“Drink some water, Yeba.” Byul says next to you when you drink your sixth cup of Korean alcohol.

“I’m a grown up,” Your words come out a little slurry, so you put more noodles in your mouth to pretend it’s just the sauce. “I can drink water whenever I want.”

“I know you can, so do it now.”

Since you’re weak for her, you do what she tells you anyway. Hwasa and Wheein are sitting across the table, laughing at stupid things and trying to come up with more dumb jokes to their newest song. It’s clear they’re drunk too.

“Ahh, when did I become the responsible one??” Byul complains and takes away the kids’ cups too, replacing them with water.

“Byul unnie the responsible one? We could put that as a joke in the song.” Hwasa teases and Wheein almost spits out her food.

“Please write that in your rap!” Wheein manages to say in between laughter and the youngest hits her shoulder, crying from smiling so hard.

“Should I write a line about drunk babies?” Byul responds with a smirk and you catch her expression at that moment and it’s so sexy, god forbid.

“Solar-ssi, please close your mouth when you eat.” Her voice fills your head and she’s suddenly looking at you, and you were gaping, how embarrassing. You could swear she was giving all of her attention to the other two, but as always, she was subtly noticing you.

“Then stop being so distracting.” The moment the words leave your mouth, you freeze. Thankfully Hwasa and Wheein didn’t hear a word you said, but she did, and that was what you feared the most.

Because she knows you too well to understand the meaning behind your every word and action.

And this is exactly why she pretends she didn’t hear.

“Finish your noodles, these kids need to be tucked in bed.” Is all she replies with a gentle smile and a rub in your arm. And you’re so thankful to her that you could cry.

But also, a little disappointed.

---

She actually carries you upstairs after that, and you feel defeated. You’re just so tired and dizzy at the moment, so you give up trying to argue your way out of this shameful situation. Not that she minds, she’s always taken care of you in any circumstance.

“Here we go,” Her voice sounds so far away despite being as close as possible. One of your arms is looped around her shoulders and she opens the door to your living room. Ever so carefully she drops you on the couch. “Don’t move, I’ll grab some medicine.”

“Ha-ha.” You deadpan weakly. Like you could actually move.

She returns with the pill and hands it to you with a cup of water. After swallowing the damn thing you sigh, and she rubs your back.

“Really, you should be more careful.” Her voice isn’t stern, like she’s scolding you, but soft and warm. You want to say something about her being at fault for this whole mess, but you can’t bring yourself to. It’s just not fair.

“…Sorry.” You mumble instead and fall to the side, burying yourself in her. You’re just too tired to care.

“Unnie, you can’t sleep here.” Byul giggles.

“My house… my rules.”

She rolls her eyes and shifts, getting up. You grunt, missing her warmth, but she just kneels in front of you. “Come one, hop on.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll take you to your room.”

It takes a moment, but you eventually realize she’s asking to piggyback you. Biting your lip, you wrap your arms around her neck and she lifts you up. Despite her petite stature Byul is pretty strong (stronger than you, anyway), so it’s no problem carrying you like this.

By the time you wake up – did you actually sleep on her back? – you can see the first lights of dawn through the curtains of your room. A look at your clock tells you it’s barely 5am, so you grunt and turn to the other side, hitting something in the way.

Your heart nearly stops.

Byulyi is lying in bed with you, close – really close – and breathing softly. Her eyelashes are fluttering, her half-parted lips unmoving, her chest going up and down with the sound of her breathing and you—

You can feel tears in your eyes.

It’s not fair.

The world is not fair, this life of yours is not fair.

The fact that—

That you’re in love with this idiot, this amazing, lovable, incredible, caring idiot—

Who would go lengths for you, who has shared more secrets with you than anyone else, who has looked after you with so much love and care, who flirts with you every single minute of the day because she loves to see you flustered, who tells you you’re pretty frequently, who hugs you when you’re scared, who squeezes your hand in public when you’re anxious, who makes it her life mission to make sure you’re the happiest you can be—

You love her so much, and it grows each day, and how can you deal with this—

A hand cups your cheek suddenly, wiping away the small tear there.

“Nightmare?” Byul asks, her voice hoarse from sleep. She was barely awake, and still her first instinct was to make sure you were safe.

It just makes you sob harder.

“Hey… come here,” She pulls you in and you don’t fight it. Her arms are around you and you tangle your legs, taking all of her in. Her scent, her softness, her voice, the sound of her heartbeat. You’re so close you could become one right there (you wish you could).

She tangles her fingers in your hair and rubs slowly, humming something quietly.

Her voice is so beautiful.

She should be a main vocal, is one thing that crosses your mind for a split second, before you finally break down.

“…-ve you.”

“Hm?” She stops caressing your hair. “Did you say somethi—”

“I love you.”

You finally let it out, and you think that if this is the way you die, then you’re happy. There is no turning back now, but at least you were honest – the most honest you’ve ever been in your life. Really, you thought it would be a lot harder to say these words; maybe it was just the anxiety of it being at the tip of your tongue for all this time without actually being said. It’s weird, how her arms feel the same as always, even after your confession.

The world didn’t change all that much, and you’re still living in it. Everything is just a little bit… lighter.

You hear her giggle drowsily. “Love you, too…”

You’re not sure what she means by it, but it seems filled with relief and happiness – maybe she thought you were just mumbling in your sleep, but it doesn’t change the fact that she heard you.

“Good.” You mumble back, sighing happily. You bury yourself even more into her and she brings a hand to your scalp, massaging it softly – soft. Moon Byulyi is soft.

The last thing you feel is a kiss pressed to the top of your head, and then you sleep again.

---

The cars are loud on the street when you wake again, so you know it’s late. The warmth that was around you in your sleep is gone, so you frown, shifting. Little by little, the words that came out of your mouth in a half-asleep state are starting to come back to you, and now you’re terrified that when you open your eyes, Byul won’t be there anymore.

That you scared her away.

Biting your lip, you’re finally brave enough to take a peek.

And what you see is Moonbyul staring at you with the dumbest smile in her face.

“Hey.” She says lowly, almost a whisper. Her head is propped up in one hand and the light coming through the window is shining directly in her hair – she looks ethereal. You wonder if you’re still dreaming.

“Hi.” You reply in the same volume, testing the waters.

“Sleep well?”

“Yeah,” She can’t stop staring and you smile despite your fears. “What?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re smiling.”

“I am.”

“Really hard.”

“Yes.”

A silence follows and when her nose wrinkles you know she’s about to laugh. When she does, you can’t help but to join in – god, that’s got to be the most beautiful sound in the world.

“What??” You ask again in between laughs. She laughs more at that, then flickers her gaze to your lips when she calms down.

“You love me,” She says, dumbly. For a second your stomach drops, but then her expression tells you all you need to know.

“And you love me too.” You reply, unable to pretend you don’t know what she’s talking about. You two are in too deep in this whole thing to back down now.

“I do,” Byul finally moves, latching herself into you and wrapping her arms around your torso. “I do,” She kisses your cheek. “I do,” Then your nose. “I really do.” Then your chin.

“Yah, I get it, I get it!” Your words don’t match your actions, because you’re pulling her on top of you and your heart is fucking soaring. There is not a single thing in the world that could make you move from this position right now, and she just let all of her weight press down on you, kissing anywhere reachable; little pecks on your neck, your shoulder, your jaw, your ears, your nose and cheeks again, because she loves them.

“You’re dumb.” You mumble against her shoulder, not letting her go, ever.

“I’m dumb? Took you long enough.” Byul replies, laughing.

This time you roll your eyes, because she’s right. You stay in silence, absorbing everything that just happened. What does this mean now? You like – no, love – each other, and you don’t know what happens next.

So you ask.

“Now what?” You sound like a teenager and you can’t stop smiling for the life of you. Byul doesn’t say anything for a moment, then she lifts her torso to look at you. Her eyelids are heavy with a feeling and you know what’s going to happen before she even speaks.

“Now,” Her lips brush against yours as she lowers herself down. “I do something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.”

At that point, you’re certain that that was the only time in your life her greasiness made everything better. The kiss is everything you expected it to be, and nothing like you ever felt at the same time. You bring one hand to the back of her neck and another to her cheek, moving in tandem with her. And you think that maybe you’ve wanted this for a lot longer than she has, because you poke your tongue out to brush against her lip first, and she deepens it automatically.

You kiss her for a long time.

And when you’re done, you kiss her again.

“Thank god it’s a day off,” Is the only thing she whispers against your mouth before kissing you again. You don’t plan to leave your bed for the rest of the day.

Like chocolate, or dancing to your favorite song all alone at home, or being in front of the cameras with thousands of people chanting for you; Moon Byulyi is addicting like that.

But more.

#mamamoo #moonsun #moonbyul #solar #moon byulyi #kim yongsun #my fic

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tmntreasures · 7 years ago

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Honor Among Thieves Ch.13

Note: Sooo... I felt like that last chapter was a little boring, and I’m honestly just in the mood right now so... Another chapter in the same day! :D

Everyone was hanging out in the main room of the lair doing their own things. Leo, of course, was training by fighting a wooden dummy. Donatello was tinkering with some electronic gadget at his station. Raphael was lifting iron, and Michelangelo was doing tricks on his skateboard. The two humans were placed on the couch, watching reruns of the F.R.I.E.N.D.S series while they braided each other's hair.

Bonnie huffed and shook her head. "Ross is such a tool."

Aida nodded in agreement. "No kidding..." she watched the show and giggled. "Joey though. He's a looker!"

"Eh.." Bonnie shrugged. "Though, at least he could make you laugh, so that's a plus. Even though It'd probably be at him..."

"So girls like a guy who can make them laugh?" Mikey said as he did a kick flip in front of the tv.

"Move your shell!" Bonnie swiped at him. "And of course girls do! Who doesn't like to laugh?"

"Well, Leo hates Donnies puns." Mikey shrugged.

Leo stopped from his training and threw up his arms in a ‘what the fuck?’ gesture.

Aida groaned, "Puns are different! No one likes those," she gestured for him to move. "Now get! Unless you want to join this braid train." She offered, thinking he wouldn't accept.

Mikey cruised over to them on his skateboard and hopped off of it once he had made it to the couch. He propped the board up against the side of the couch and looked to the girls. "Well, I don't have hair." He rubbed the top of his head. "And I don't know how to braid... I wonder if I could even do it with three fingers?" He held his hand up to his face and stared at it.

Aida sighed and snapped her fingers, pointing at the spot on the floor in front of her. "Sit. I'll try to do your bandanna tails," she only offered because she felt a little bad he probably couldn't maneuver his six fingers well enough for their thick hair.

Mikey clapped his hands excitedly and sat down Indian style in front of them.

Bonnie picked up his tails and gave them a few tugs before handing them to Aida. "Gurls’ hair is thiiick." She joked.

Aida laughed and continued, "Gotta layer this shit!"

Raphael looked over at the group and huffed, adding more weights to the bench press. He wanted to go over there and tell them Rachel was the best, but he didn't want to interrupt their girl-time. He laid down on the plank and began his reps, breathing heavily as his biceps and pectorals burned.

The three of them continued watching the sitcom while Aida worked on his tails. A few minutes later the sounds of heels clicking against the cement floor could be heard, and in came the reporter; April O'Neil.

Leonardo stopped when he heard her entrance and he turned to face her. "April!" He announced.

She smiled lightly and waved. "Hey." She looked around the lair and stopped once she saw the girls again. Her shoulders tensed at the sight of them. They looked so comfortable and at home with her turtles. "You guys are still here?" She placed her hands on her hips.

Aida looked over her shoulder briefly only to shrug, "Of course! It's fun down here," She said to make the reporter mad. It was fun now to toy with her, especially after hearing what Michelangelo had to say about her.

Raphael put the bar down and stretched his stiffening muscles before giving April a wave. He didn't vocally acknowledge her because he was too busy downing mouthfuls of water.

"April!" Donatello smiled, turning to face her. "What brings you down?"

Michelangelo had to look back over his shoulder as well to see her. "Hey sis!" He smiled and waved.

"Sis?" April echoed and raised a brow. "What happened to Bae?"

Mikey chuckled nervously. "Eh… Bonnie said I sounded like a total fuckboy when I used the word Bae. So I'm trying to be less of that." He shrugged.

April closed her eyes for a second and let out a tired sigh. "Well, I'm down here because I was hoping to hang out with you guys. Maybe go for a run or something above? Buuut if you're stuck babysitting..." She trailed off.

"We can still hang out." Leo said as he was wrapping his hands up with bandages. "They're only allowed to leave in the morning. So once night time hits, we can go!"

Hearing the little bit of jealousy in the reporter's tone made Aida smile, though she made sure to look at the TV screen when she did so, making sure it looked like it was the show making her grin. "Oh please. If anyone's babysitting, it's us," she muttered.

"Oh good! I was hopin' to get some rounds of cricket in with Raph!" Another new voice announced, but this time it belonged to a man.

Aida furrowed her brow and quickly snapped her attention to the source of the voice. A human man hopped down into the lair, sporting shirt and leather jacket, jeans, and black boots. It looked like he was starting to grow his hair out, for it was a little uneven and would need a trim soon, but the bad-boy vibe was clearly emanating off of him.

The man had a hockey stick in his hand, which he used to point at the approaching turtle. "I think you're starting to get the hang of it man."

"It's a stupid game and you know it," Raphael grinned before fist bumping the man.

"Yeah, but it's so much fun to see you get mad," the man teased before finally noticing the other two human girls. His eyes widened a bit at the sight of the more curvaceous of the two; April had told him about the girls, but she didn't say anything about their looks. "So uh...you two are the ones who spooked April huh?"

Bonnie crossed her arms over the back of the couch and grinned at the man. "Guilty." She raised a hand. "Finally nice to see some man meat down here."

Mikey clicked his tongue. "What about us?" He whined.

"What about you?" She repeated.

Mikey crossed his arms and huffed. "It's the leather, isn't it?"

"A little bit." Bonnie gestured a small amount with her fingers and grinned again.

Aida shrugged and grinned a little. "It definitely doesn't hurt, that's for sure," she giggled a little bit. The man was handsome, but he was obviously too old for her. Of course that wouldn't stop her from admiring from afar.

The compliments went right to Casey's head, making him pop the jacket out a little bit. "I can't help it. Leather just feels so good."

Raphael frowned a little and found himself punching the man's arm to get him to snap out of it. "C'mon. It's the only thing you got goin' for ya."

The man tried not to wince from the punch, but he did roll his shoulder. "Yeaaah...sure." He paused and looked at the girl again and nodded, "You should try it sometime. Leather. It'd look good on you."

"Maybe I could borrow your jacket sometime?" Bonnie smiled suggestively.

"She means steal." Leonardo interjected.

"Yeah, I'm a bit of a bad girl." She purred.

"And by bad girl, she means a literal thief." He added.

"Ugh!" She groaned and turned to face him. She furrowed her brows and threw up her hands. “Why you gotta be cock-blocking me?"

"Because," April stepped closer to Casey and wrapped an arm around his. "Casey doesn't need any more trouble. Isn't that right?" She squeezed his arm tight with her other hand and looked up at him with a forced smile.

He cringed a little, wondering what his poor arm did in a past life to deserve this treatment. "Well a little more wouldn't hurt right?" He asked a little sheepishly.

Raphael crossed his arms. He felt a little miffed at their flirting. Though not just because April was there. Seeing Casey go at it with Bonnie made his stomach burn.

April dug her nails into his arm before letting go of him. "Wrong answer." She grumbled.

"Aah!" He winced a little. "Kidding! I was kidding April!"

Bonnie went to speak again, but Leonardo interrupted her once more. "Sorry Casey, but Bonnie's turning over a new leaf. Her life of crime is over, right?" He gave her a knowing look.

Bonnie clicked her tongue a looked back to the TV. "Yes, Dojo Daddy." She snickered.

"Oh god," Donatello groaned. "Don't call him that. It'll just inflate his ego..."

Bonnie sat back into the couch and crossed her arms behind her head. "Well, what do you suggest?" She raised a brow at Leonardo.

"Sensei." Leo answered.

"Hah! Yeah, that ain't happening." She shook her head with a smile. "Plus, you haven't taught me nothin’ for me to be calling you ‘Sensei.’ Mami over here is getting all the special treatment, with your jiu jutsu lessons and what not." She nudged Aida in the side with an elbow.

Aprils eyebrows perked at her last statement and she turned back to the turtles. "So… you're teaching them how to fight?"

"Really, it's only self-defense, aaannnd! You never asked!" He snapped back to Bonnie.

Aida looked over her shoulder, tying the ends of Mikey's newly braided bandanna. "To be fair, I live in the hood. Dojo Daddy is doing me a favor," she grinned. The nickname was catchy, plus it'd be a fun inside joke to have.

"If you ever want lessons, you can always come down more often April," Donatello offered after he rolled his eyes when the girl continued with the nickname.

"You guys know I'm busy... I'm a reporter, I've always gotta be looking for the next scoop." She frowned. "Buuut..." She bounced a foot. "The next time I have an opening; save me a spot in the dojo?" She smiled lightly.

"Of course April." Leo smiled back.

Raphael made kissing noises before laughing at Leonardo. "Better be careful Leo. Juggling two girls can be tricky!" He teased.

“I'll be sure to take advice from you when it comes to girls Raph." He crossed his arms and smirked, "or should I say Chris Brown?"

The red turtle clicked his tongue and crossed his arms, staying silent for now.

"Are they done?" Mikey looked back over his shoulder at Aida.

Aida stuck a lip out in a pout when April accepted his offer. "Yeah, you're good," she flicked the braid over his shoulder before patting the edge of his shell. "Next we'll do your makeup," she joked.

"Oooh!" Mikey cooed when he looked at the braid. "Good luck trying to find concealer that matches my skin tone." He laughed a little.

"So, are we going now? Sun should be setting in-" She stopped to check the time on her phone. "Fifteen minutes. Which means it'll be night time by the time we get out of the sewers."

Donatello finally shut off the computer and began to walk over to April. He paused and looked at Bonnie. "Remember, the password is right there," he pointed to the note and smiled. "In case you get bored."

Bonnie nodded and gave him a wink. "Got it."

Mikey turned around and rest an arm on a couch cushion. "Actually... is it alright if I stay in for the night?" He looked to Leonardo.

Leonardo blinked in surprise. "Why? He cocked his head.

April was just as surprised as Leonardo was and repeated his words. "Yeah, why?"

Michelangelo cringed at their interrogation. "Well uh... I- my stomach- my stomach kind of hurts." He lied, but rubbed at it anyways for added effect.

Raphael rolled his eyes and walked over to flick his head. "He just wants to flirt some more." He motioned for the little brother to follow and growled, "You're coming with us Mikey."

"Ooow!" Mikey wihinned and held the spot that Raph flicked. "Well now my head hurts!"

"Mikey..." Leonardo said sternly and nodded at one of the lairs exits. "Let's go. The girls will still be here when you get back. Right girls?"

"Yes, Dojo Daddy..." Bonnie said tiredly. Her eyes fixated on the tv screen.

"Siii," Aida nodded.

Raphael paused and looked between the girls. His gut told him something bad might happen so he pointed, "You two know where the emergency button is right?"

"Somewhere by Donatello's station right? That's where April ran off to the last time the alarms went off." Bonnie shrugged.

Casey snorted a little, still amused that April had felt threatened by the girls.

April rolled her eyes and huffed. "Look, wouldn't you be surprised to see other humans down here that wasn't us?" She bumped him with her hip.

"And what about weapons? You know where they're at?" Raph pressed on.

"Raphael calm down," Donatello intervened. "They'll be fine!"

"Yeah!" Aida nodded, "Plus Splinter is still here. So we're good."

Raph grumbled and looked at Bonnie for a long time. He just couldn't shake the feeling. Then again the last time they were left alone, April set off the alarm. Maybe he just needed to learn to relax.

Leo patted Raphael’s arm as he walked past him. "C'mon." He turned back and cupped his hands around his mouth. "Michelangelo!" He hollered out.

Mikey groaned as he stood up. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" He responded, but stopped and turned to Aida before leaving. "I wanna talk to you when I get back. So, wait up for me?" He winked at her and then ran off.

"Yeah? O-okay," she waved at him and suddenly felt very nervous.

Donatello waved and smiled at Bonnie, "See ya later!" Raphael just nodded at the girls before leaving.

As soon as they were gone, Aida turned to Bonnie. "What do you think he wants to talk about?" She asked nervously.

"I don't know," She shrugged and grabbed the remote to change the channel. "Comics, their Hip-Hop Christmas Album, perverted stuff? I never know with that guy."

Aida tapped her foot for a bit before crossing her legs. She didn't know why she was so anxious; it was just a conversation after all. Either way she took a deep breath and grinned. "That guy was pretty cute though!"

"Heh yeah… It's fun to rile up the news reporter, and easy too." Bonnie smirked.

She smirked and nodded. "Yeah no kidding. Little Princess doesn't like having people step in on her territory," she giggled. She stared at the TV screen and groaned after a while, slumping down in the couch. "Uuugh! This is boooring now!" She huffed and crossed her arms. "You don't...think they drink. Do you?" She looked at Bonnie slowly.

"I don't think so." Bonnie sat up and grabbed ahold of her ankles. She bounced her legs on the couch and sighed, "I've looked around and I didn't find anything other than rubbing alcohol. "

Aida stuck her tongue out and made a disgusted noise. After thinking about it, having alcohol around the giant turtles might not be a good idea. Even if it didn't kill them, who knows how they would act. The idea began to make her giggle and she looked at Bonnie. "If Leonardo ever got drunk, he would do karaoke, non-stop."

Bonnie laughed as well. "Fuck, now I really wanna see that!" She laid back against the couch again and sighed. "Man, now I really want some but--" She stopped and her eyes widened when she remembered something. "Wait!--" She sat up again and put her arms out. "Sake!!" She clapped her hands together loudly. "Sake is a drink right?!"

Aida nodded quickly, a smile appearing on her face. "Yeah! From China or Japan right?" She frowned a little and cringed. "Oh, but...it's Splinter's isn't it?"

Bonnie was silent for a moment before kicking back and groaning. "Ugh you're right! It's the rats..." She said defeated.

Aida hummed in thought. It'd be a long shot, but she figured it would be better than nothing. "Maybe...we could ask him?"

"The guy forbids us to wear shoes in the dojo. I doubt he's gonna let us borrow his booze." She scoffed.

"That's because it's part of the Japanese culture," the rat answered. He walked in with tray holding two very tiny cups. He set in down on the floor in front of the couch before he got to his knees. "Just like how the drinking age there is twenty."

Aida frowned, "But...I'm eighteen."

"Why do you think I only brought two cups?" He chuckled as he handed one to Bonnie. "I save this for guests or special occasions."

"So April and Casey have had this too?" She raised a brow.

He nodded. "Of course. But only when the turtles had gone out for the night." He took the second cup, "Just so they don't feel left out."

Bonnie giggled excitedly and stuck out her tongue at Aida as she took the drink. "Sorry Mami." She nodded and smirked.

She grumbled a little but turned her attention back to the rat. "Wait, so...they've never had alcohol?"

Splinter shook his head, "Not a drop."

She raised a brow. "Is it because they can't handle it?"

"No," Splinter chuckled again. "They're not twenty. Plus, it would take a lot for them to feel anything. And I don't want them to over-do it."

Without hesitation Bonnie threw back the drink, and immediately regretted it. The warm drink burned down her throat and almost came back up but she forced it down. Her eyes became watery and her nose runny. She coughed a couple of times to clear her throat. "Fuck!..." She hissed and wiped her mouth. "What does Sake mean? Dragon Fire or something?!"

The rat took a small sip from the cup, his whiskers tensing as he sighed. "Perhaps. It is a rice wine, so it's probably different from anything you might've had here."

Aida crossed her arms, feeling a little left out. "Hmph. I bet tequila is still better..."

"Mm... Definitely." She cleared her throat again and was quite for few seconds before holding out her cup to Splinter. "Hit me."

He chuckled and poured her another drink. "Impressive. Not too many people go for a second round." He filled her cup and was silent for a moment before smiling. "A few of my sons may not show it, but they all have high hopes for you."

Bonnie let out a laugh. "Hah. Well, I'm about to ruin that for them." She quickly downed the drink again, hissing afterwards. "Aah... just like everyone else." She said without thought.

Aida frowned at her and Splinter's ear twitches. "Oh?" He asked, sounding curious but also thoughtful. "How so?" He took another sip and filled her cup only halfway up this time.

"Hm?" Bonnie lifted her head a little, not realizing what she said at first. "...Oh! Well-- I just mean- Being a thief in general. Our whole society is disappointed right?" She lied quickly, and held out her cup again.

He knew there was something else she was hiding, but after years of raising four sons, he knew when to wait and when to pry. This was a waiting moment. "I wouldn't say that. There is still honor among thieves, after all. And you have not murdered anyone."

Bonnie laughed. "What? Like Robin Hood? Sorry to break it to ya, but I'm not that kind of thief. I'm bad, through and through." She grabbed the sake bottle and poured herself a small amount. "I love money, and shiny things and I'll take 'em from whoever I can. Rich or poor." She swallowed the drink whole.

Aida frowned at the words coming out of her mouth and couldn't help but think it had something to do with Bonnie's family.

"Well, you haven't stolen anything else so far since you've been down here." Splinter offered.

"I suppose you're right about that," she smiled weakly. "But that's only because like you guys! Kinda..." She crossed her arms and adverted her eyes. She was quiet for a long while before speaking again, though she still avoided eye contact with the rat. She fiddled with the cup in her hands. "How?... How did you teach them to be so forgiving? Us humans-- we're so fickle with the idea of forgiving someone that it sometimes takes years!... Sometimes we never forgive."

"It wasn't easy," He grinned. "But I have seen both cruelty and kindness. In the end, the kindness and forgiveness, no matter how foolish they may seem at the time, always have better outcomes." He finished his cup and sighed a little. "My sons could have left both of you for the authorities. Or they could have left you on the surface to be at the mad man's mercy." He pointed at the girls and nodded. "But they all saw potential in you, just as I saw potential in them when they were young." He leaned forward and gave Bonnie an intense look, "The only way you can be a disappointment is if you give up on yourself." He straightened his back, "Trying is all that matters."

She stared back into those dark eyes of his, fixated on what he had to her said. She was quiet again in thought, and single tear escaped from her eye and trickled down her face. She sniffled and wiped at her eye. "You tricked me... I was supposed to get wasted with this," She held up the cup. "Not share my feelings..." She laughed awkwardly.

He raised his cup and smiled. "Well, in this case, I'm glad I could deceive you."

Aida looked between the two, completely awe struck at what had just happened. Granted the rat had years and four boys worth of experience to go off of, but it was still impressive watching him get Bonnie to open up like that. She felt even safer around the rat and made a note that if she were having any troubles that she should go to him.

"Also, they all like you." Splinter continued, pouring himself another cup. "Even Leonardo. I know he and Raphael don't show it very well, but they are happy to have you here."

"Okay, now the dragon water has gone to your head." Bonnie laughed again. "...Buuut. They're not so bad themselves." She shrugged. "Aida likes Michelangelo." She looked over to her and grinned.

Aida's eyes widened and she felt her cheeks blush. "Well, ya know...he's funny!" She tried to make it sound like it wasn't nearly as serious as it was. "A-and I have to take care of my siblings so it's nice to just unwind and relax."

Splinter raised a brow and pointed at her. "Oooh...so you must be the--" He stopped himself, realizing the drink was making his tongue loose. He cleared his throat and set his drink down. "Erm...nevermind."

Bonnie circled the rim of the cup with her finger not catching what he was about to say. She reached over the table and poured herself another drink and downed it. "Sso… I'm pretty sure-" She stopped and covered her mouth when she felt her stomach churn. She spoke again when it settled."...I'm pretty sure rats and turtles can’t intermingle." She clasped her hands together. "How did you guys, come to be?"

Aida nodded, wanting to change the subject. "Yeah! And how'd you guys get so...big?"

Splinter chuckled, knowing the question would come up sooner or later. Not to mention it would turn the attention away from his slip-up. "It all began years ago..." He had the story down to a science at this point; the only thing that ever changed was the years. He told both girls about the lab and how April had saved him and the little turtles; how they all grew and mutated and learned the art of ninjutsu. Now that more events had occurred, he made sure to inform the girls of them. How the turtles saved the world twice, how the Shredder has been gone for three years, and how the gangs of New York were constantly fighting for supremacy due to the Foot's lack of leadership. "And now...you are here," He ended his tale.

By the end of his story, Bonnie was feeling more than loopy. She was halfway laying over the arm of the couch, her hands touching the concrete floor. "And now, we are here." She repeated and slumped off the couch onto the floor. She giggled. "Onnne hundred feet under! Or something- I don't know, math wasn't my best subject. I was better at p.e."

Splinter chuckled and stood up, taking the bottle and two cups. "It's okay. I'm not good at math either," He waved at Aida and grinned. "Good luck."

Aida gave him a look of disbelief, "Wait...you're leaving me with her? Alone?"

"I need to sleep," Splinter yawned as he walked away. "Plus I'm too old. Good luck!"

She tried to chase after him, but knew it would be unwise to leave Bonnie alone in her current state. She sat on the couch and grumbled. "Yeah well...Donatello can be your tutor."

"Ooh, the handsome one?" She cooed and giggled. "Nah, I don't wanna go back to school. It fucking sucks." She rolled over and got onto her hands and knees. "I'm done with that scene!" She turned up her nose and began to crawl off in no particular direction.

Aida snorted and began to giggle, immediately getting out her phone. "Ooh this is too good!" She would help, of course...but not until she got some funny pictures.

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Two hours passed and the turtles were on their way back to the lair.

"I think you may have hurt April's feelings, Michelangelo." Leo said as he marched through the murky waters.

Michelangelo's face scrunched in confusion. "Aww, what?" He asked.

"With wanting to stay behind and all?" He looked back over his shoulder at him before facing forwards again.

Michelangelo groaned. "I didn't mean anything by it... I just-- I just wanna spend more time with the girls before they go." He rolled his shoulders and crossed his arms.

Leonardo raised a brow. "I didn't know you liked them more than April?" He inquired.

Mikey clicked his tongue. "I don't! But-- I just. April, she's part of our life now, but these girls... Once everything blows over, they have no reason to stay any longer. I just want to get to know them more before they go." He looked down into the waters and sighed.

"What a nice way to say 'I wanna try to bone them.'" Raphael teased him. Though as he thought about it, Michelangelo had a good point. There would be nothing keeping them here, or even a reason to visit. Once they were free, they'd be gone.

Mikey groaned again and rolled his eyes. "Right cause, I could definitely seduce them with this mug." He grumbled.

Leonardo stopped at his words. Usually when Raph taunted him like this, Mikey would snap back with some obnoxious remark about how much more irresistible and sexy he was than his larger brother. He turned on his heel slowly and faced Mikey, cocking his head curiously.

"Who are you, and what have you done with Mikey?"

Mikey shrugged. "They're more-" He pursed his lips. "More down to earth... Real? It's gonna take a lot more than this pretty face-" He brushed his cheek delicately with a hand. "To bed them."

Leonardo pointed at him. "That's more like it."

Mikey laughed a little. "But really! I know you won’t, but I am gonna miss them." He nodded.

Leo's brow twitched at his last statement. "...Why do you say that?"

"You said it yourself... It was all part of the mission, remember?" Mikey shrugged.

"Yeah Leo," Donatello nodded his head. "Unless...you really do have a heart in there somewhere." He grinned.

"Aw c'mon guys. Of course Leo liked 'em!" He wrapped an arm around his brother's shoulders before adding. "I mean, did you see the way he was wrestling Lil' mami?" He chuckled and shook his brother lightly.

"I have a heart." Leo shrugged off Raphael. "I'm just not as easily trusting as you guys." He crossed his arms in defense. "I mean, they are criminals, and we've known them for less than a week."

"Well...to be fair, they haven't done anything since they've been down here." Donatello shrugged. "Aida goes to the surface every morning. That's plenty of time to prepare for something or even do something. And she hasn't." He pointed at Leonardo and continued, "And! Kleptomania is a serious problem. Bonnie's not a criminal, she just has...mental...health problems?" He tried to make it sound good but it wasn't working too well.

"I know, I know…" He nodded and looked down to the water. He grew silent in thought, hesitant to speak again. "...I like Aida a bit. We've shared stories and such about our siblings." He smirked and kicked up the water. "Bonnie is... fun to tease?" He sighed. "I'm not just worried about us though, I worry about them too. The longer they stay down here and know us, the more trouble it could cause for them because they know us." He looked back up to his brothers. "We're starting to build a collection of humans we gotta look after."

Donatello frowned. He hadn't thought of it that way before. If something were to happen to these girls, they could be responsible for it. In this case, ignorance was safety.

Raphael on the other hand grumbled. He was just starting to warm up to these girls and he wasn't about to let that effort go to waste. "Then we check up on 'em. They're our responsibility now anyway right? We might as well keep tabs on 'em." He tapped Donatello's arm. "Donnie can hack their shit right?"

"I could," he shrugged.

"And, we could teach them even more self-defense! I mean you've already got them started with jiu jitsu! Just throw in some akido, and taekwondo!" Mikey added.

Leonardo hummed and tapped his finger against his arm. He wasn't able to argue with their logic other than repeating what he had just said. He huffed and turned back around, walking again. "I suppose we'll have to now."

Mikey grinned and ran up alongside of Leo. "Sooo, we're keeping 'em in our collection then?"

He sighed, but smiled down at his smaller brother. "So long as they want our protection."

"Yes!" Mikey fist pumped the air.

Raphael smirked and actually gave Donatello the high five he raised his hand for. Now the practice he was doing with the egg wasn't all for nothing.

"Oh good! Cause now I can tell you all...Dibs on Bonnie!" Donatello joked, laughing and reassuring his red brother it was a joke after he hit his arm.

Leo smiled again while shaking his head. He flinched when he heard someone wailing in the distance. "What the?..." He started and then dashed off to the lair. Michelangelo followed quickly behind.

He drew his swords and got into a defensive stance upon entering the lair. His eyes quickly scanned the area, but found nothing out of place other than Bonnie on the floor instead of the couch. She was whimpering and sniffing back her tears, while Aida stood above her shaking her head. Leo cocked his in confusion, and put his katanas back in their sheaths.

"Yo... Everything alright?" Mikey called out to them.

"No! Everything is not alright!!” Bonnie hissed. "This little girl won't let me have the scissors so I can cut my hair!" She glared up at Aida.

Aida scoffed and pointed down at the belligerent girl below. "News flash: puts drank too much of Rat Dad's sake. So I'm trying to make sure she doesn't make any bad choices!" She glared down at the girl.

Donatello frowned and approached them, hoping to be of some help. "Why would you want to cut your hair? It’s cute the way it is!”

Bonnie snapped her attention to Donatello and narrowed her eyes at him. "Shut up! You don't know nothing about being a girl!"

"You still want dibs?" Mikey leaned over to Donatello and snickered.

Donatello laughed a little, finding her attitude to be a little funny. "You're right. To be fair, I don't know anything about having hair either." He paused for a second and then whispered back to Mikey, "Y'know, Raph seems like he'd be able to handle her better than I would."

Raphael scoffed and he walked off. "I know what'll snap her out of it..."

"Wait... Splinter let Bonnie have his sake?" Leo was now utterly confused, and felt a bit envious of the girl.

Aida nodded, "Yeah because she's the legal drinking age." She huffed a little, "But apparently! Eighteen is still too young!"

Bonnie cackled. "That's right! You, yooouuungiiinsss, can't handle the dragon water!" She pointed at Leo with a foot. "You too small… Both in body and mind!"

Leonardo crossed his arms at her and huffed. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!" She nodded at him.

"How about you stand up?" He raised a brow.

Bonnie closed her mouth and stared downed at the floor.

"Thats what I--"

"I can stand up!" She snapped and jumped up on her feet. She used her knees to push herself up and straighten out her back. Once she was up she put her hands to her hips and puffed out her chest. "See?" She said before stumbling back and having to grab onto the table behind her for support.

“Thought,” Leonardo finished with a smirk.

Aida tried not to snort but wiggled her phone, "You should see some of the pictures I got..."

"Oooh gurrrlll!" Mikey ran over behind Aida and peered over her shoulder. "Let me see!"

Out of nowhere, a stream of water shot out at got Bonnie in the face. Raphael chuckled as he pumped the bright yellow water gun for another shot. "This'll get her sober!" He raised the plastic gun and took aim before pulling the trigger again.

Bonnie yelped when the water had hit her and spit out the excess that had got in her mouth. She snarled at Raphael. "You red banded bitch! I'm gonna turn you into turtle soup!" She shook a fist at him, but still held onto the table with her other hand.

Leonardo chuckled, "It's been a while since we've heard that one."

Raphael laughed and beckoned her over. "Well come, do it then!" He teased, knowing she couldn't take a step.

Donatello made his way over the Latina girl as she began to open up the pictures. "She did a lot of crawling," Aida giggled, showing them a picture of the girl sprawled out on the floor with her legs still on the couch.

Bonnie growled again when he egged her on. She knew as soon as she took a step away from the table, she'd be on the floor again within seconds. Her nails dug into the table as she tried to think of a scheme.

"Bon-Bon, you look like a sloth in this picture!" Mikey laughed.

Bonnie tapped a finger on her bottom lip and looked to Raph with sultry eyes. "Why don't youuu, come over hereee?" She curled her finger at him.

Raphael paused for a second and just stared at her. He knew it was a trap, her drunken state couldn't fool him, but something compelled him. Very cautiously he took a step forward. When nothing strange happened he kept going, keeping the water gun pointed at her. "What...?" He mumbled, peering at her above the top of the toy.

"Gimme that!" She swiped at the toy with her free hand and grabbed it by the nozzle. She tugged on it, trying to take it from the turtle, but without the aid of her other hand, it wasn't going to happen.

It didn't take a lot of effort on his part to keep the gun in his grip; in fact, it made him giggle a little bit to watch her struggle. He looked over at Donatello grinned, nodding down at his finger. The purple-clad turtle's mouth hung open and shook his head, but Raphael was nodding. With one pull, his finger gripped the trigger, spraying water on her shirt.

Bonnie gasped and yelped again. This time she let go of the table in shock and fell straight on her butt. It didn't look hard, but she started crying anyways. "You big dumb turtle! This is my favorite tank top!!" She whined dramatically.

Leo placed his hands upside his head and cringed. "It's a good thing we don't have neighbors!"

Raphael and Donatello cringed, but the red-clad turtle put the toy down. "Just wash it! It'll be fine!" He tried to reason with her, hoping it would calm her down.

"Do you have another one here?" Donatello tried asking, hoping the other option would sate her. Never before did he think a crying girl would sound so painful.

"You wash it!!" She hissed before quickly removing her top and throwing it at him, not caring if the boys saw her in her bra. It was a black sports bra and the top half was made of mesh, revealing her cleavage. "It's your fault anyways..." She crossed her arms under her chest and pouted like a child.

Leonardo’s eyes widened a bit when she removed her top, and his cheeks blushed a light pink. This was the closest he got to seeing almost naked breast in real life, and though he would never admit it out loud; they were a pretty nice set. "Uuh... You guys-- got this right? I'm gonna-go train in the dojo." He stated before quickly leaving.

Donatello felt his cheeks burn and he turned away, clearly embarrassed at her sudden lack of clothing. "H-holy! Uuuuh...! R-Raph? You got this?" He covered his eyes. "I don't...uh...I d-don't think I can move..."

Raphael blushed a bit, but since he had already seen what was underneath weeks ago, seeing her bra wasn't nearly as bad. "You're really gonna trust me with washing your favorite shirt?" He asked, catching the piece of clothing. "Alriiiight," he shrugged his shoulders and grinned a little, "But don't get mad at me if it changes color."

Mikey chuckled and tapped on Aida's shoulder. "And, that's our cue." He nodded off in a direction and gestured for her to follow along with his hand before walking off.

Aida furrowed her brow for a second before remembering that Michelangelo had wanted to talk before. She felt herself get nervous and looked back at Bonnie. She wished the girl wasn't drunk; at least then she could ask her to stay nearby and jump in if things got weird. She hesitated a bit but then decided it would be better to do this now than wait. She looked back at Michelangelo and sighed remorsefully before following him. "Okay..." She spoke, trying to sound genuinely curious instead of anxious. "What do you wanna talk about?"

Michelangelo had taken Aida back to his room. It was surprisingly cleaner than most would expect, but it still had his essence. Comics, dvds, and cds were stacked in various places of the room. Posters of musicians were hung about the walls, and there was a mini fridge in one of the corners. He popped it open and pulled out a soda. "Do you want one?" He asked and held it out to her.

Aida shrugged and took the can, not opening it just yet. It was nice to have something in her hands, especially as she looked around his room. "Man...some of this stuff I haven't seen since I was a kid..." She looked a CD case and smirked a little. "Britney Spears? That's your jam?"

"Hey, late ninetys and early two thousands Britney was where it was at." He pointed at her. "...Baaaby, I'm so into you. You got that something, what can I do? Baaaby, you spin me around. The earth is moving, but I can't feel the ground!" He sang as he danced around the room, finally stopping once he got to his bed. He plopped down on it and kicked back into a relaxed position.

She laughed a little but stayed standing, still looking through the CD's and comic books. "Yeah, no kidding. I feel bad for her, going nuts and shaving her head." She snapped her fingers and pointed at him, "Toxic! Now that is her best one!" She spotted a superhero comic and smirked, recognizing the hero. "This is Riqui's favorite hero. He used to be Montae's too, but I think he's starting to grow out of it for now."

"Well hey… If you wanna bring that issue back to them, I don't mind." He smiled and shrugged.

She looked at him and smirked, "Wait...are you serious?"

"Yeah!" He nodded and sat up on his bed. "I've read that one plenty of times, and there's a lot of other comics here that I still need to read, so I won’t miss it."

"Aww! That's so sweet," She smiled at him and nodded. "Thanks, Mikey." She put the comic issue in a spot she would remember to pick it up from before finally sitting next to him. She opened the soda and took another look around, "Ya know...you got a nice spot. For it being in the sewers and all."

He chuckled. "Thanks. Splinter is pretty strict on keeping it tidy. If we don't..." He heistated to speak, grimacing at the thought. "He gets the bleeds."

Not knowing much about rats, Aida thought he was talking about periods. But that couldn't be right since Splinter was male; the idea of the rat lying to them like that just so they keep their rooms clean was a little funny. "Wait...the bleeds? Like..." She hesitated, thinking it was stupid, but she had to know. She pointed towards her crotch and cocked her head, "These bleeds?"

Mikey's eyes widened and his face twisted again. "N-No!! Worse! Kind of... Well, actually I don't know." He rubbed at the back of his neck nervously. "When rats aren't kept in a clean environment, their noses start bleeding.. And sometimes the eyes. It's really freaky."

"Eugh!" She recoiled. The idea of blood coming out of the eyes just because something wasn't clean. It gave her a great idea to pull on her siblings however for April Fool's or Halloween though. "That sounds awful!"

"Yeeeah... It kind of traumatized Leo, so now he gets into cleaning spells." He stopped and smirked. "Sometimes we'll bring it up to get him to do our chores."

She smacked his arm a little playfully and shook her head. "That's mean! But...that does explain why he keeps checking mine and Bonnie's room. Don't know why he didn't just say something." She grumbled. After thinking about it, she shook her head. "You guys are really somethin' though."

Mikey chuckled again before sighing. "Sooo..." He patted his knees. "The reason why I wanted to talk to you..." He started.

She tensed up a little and took a sip of the soda nervously. "Yeah?" She felt her voice crack a little even as she tried to calm herself down. Perhaps it was nothing. After all, she could just be reading too much into it. He was the friendliest of the four brothers, so maybe he actually had something decent to say? Yet none of those thoughts could stop her heart from pounding nervously.

He gave his knees one hard slap and then turned to her quickly. "Okay! I'm just gonna spit it out, so here goes." He took a deep breath and exhaled. "So, Splinter basically gave me the go ahead to fall in love! Which is awesome because, I've been wanting to fall in love forever, but Leo is always such a pain in the ass about it, saying stuff like… It'll never work, we're different than them; ya look like that one ogre guy." He huffed.

She snorted at his last comment but then her mind began to race. Was he about to spill feelings for her? It was a bit soon but the turtle only knew three other girls. Maybe he didn't know the difference between a crush and love yet? However, her anxiety made her simply take another drink of soda before saying, "Okay...wh-what does that have to do with me?"

"Well," He licked at his lips. "I was wondering... I can't really talk about this kind of stuff with April, and Bonnie seems a little," He cringed. "Harsh... But you are like the middle ground. So I was wondering if you would like- Help give me advice on how to woo girls." He chuckled nervously.

"O-oh...!" She felt her heart slowdown in relief, but something in her gut twisted a little and her blood began to heat up a bit. "Well, I mean...it'll still be hard. But...I guess it would help to know what kinda girls you're into?" It seemed like one big joke. He couldn't seriously be asking for dating advice. There was no way.

He laughed again. "Well… The only girls I've met is you, Bonnie and April. You're all... pretty different." He shrugged. "But uh... I guess I'd like a girl who knows how to eat? And uh, someone who likes jokes?"

She frowned a little and had to think about it for a bit; though the longer she thought, the more disappointed she felt. She couldn't shake the feeling but had to come up with something. "Hmmm...I can't think of anyone off the top of my head, but I'm kinda on the spot right now," she chuckled a little and fiddled with the tab on the can. "I might have some better advice later? Or tomorrow perhaps?"

"Yeah, yeah! No worries." He waved her off. "But uh- Thanks for agreeing to help me." He smiled at her warmly. "I'll try not to be too annoying about it."

She nodded at him and smiled. "Don't worry. I'll tell you if you are," she shrugged and grinned. "Plus, it'll be a good back-up plan to use on you in case my brothers ruin your comic. Like, yeah it's crinkled, but remember when I hooked you up with your soul mate?" She made finger guns at him and made clicking sounds with her tongue.

Mikey laughed again. He leaned back and crossed his arms. "I suppooose that would make up for it." He joked back.

She stood up and pointed off back to the main lair, "So uh, I'm gonna make sure Bonnie hasn't taken off more of her clothes." She paused and grabbed the comic before holding it up with a smile. "Thanks again. I swear I'll bring it back."

"No problem." Mikey smiled again. "I'll see you in morning!-Well, more likely late afternoon."

#TMNT #TMNT 2016 #TMNT OC #TMNT FANFIC #Honor Among Thieves #Bonnie #Aida

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vivelamori · 8 years ago

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Donnie Yen Autobiography “All About Donnie (問丹心)” Translation Ch.1(pt 1-3)

Guess what... I have translated more of the content of Donnie’s autobiography. I’m planning to translate the first two chapters of his book, which are about his childhood and his experiences when he was early into the show business.

There are 5 parts in the first chapter “My Personal Development” and 4 parts in the second chapter “Into the Show Business”.

The previous post I made I had translated part 2 of chapter 2.

Once again, BIG THANK YOU to my dear beta Dream @evocating for her generosity and patience. My work looks legible because of you. Also thank my real life friend Asura for helping me to clear my mind and translating a few but important sentences for me.

Crappy photos of the original text taken by me are attached with this post below for reference. Baby Donnie is ADORABLE OKAY!???

Reminder: This post is so damn long with words and pictures.

Chapter 1: My Personal Development

Part 1: “The Mystery of Destiny”

In a life of a man, somehow what you do and face is destined and written by fate. For me to write a book published by Sing Tao News Corporation Limited seems to be heaven’s will as well. My father Klyster Yen had worked as an editor for the International Sing Tao Daily in Boston, USA for 30 years. With that in fact, it seems that my affinity with Sing Tao seems to have existed for a long time. Many people assume that since I grew up overseas, I would not be fluent in Chinese. Actually, when I was young, I would run over to my father’s workplace and read the Chinese newspaper published by the Sing Tao. In that way, I gradually acquired the language through such self-taught process. In recent years, I have a growing realization of the mystery of destiny. As if life has hidden the clue of who I am today, now the path unfolds and I must follow step-by-step to where destiny might lead.

“A Family Splitting Apart”

My father and mother met when they were both part of the Guangzhou Philharmonic Orchestra. My father was a violinist and my mother was a soprano. Life is however fickle. Later the family was forced to split apart during the turbulent times.

At that time, it was hard for a Mainlander to migrate to Hong Kong. At the age of two, I was approved but only one of my parents was allowed to accompany me to live in Hong Kong. Finally, my father brought me here. However, the family of three was divided: one in Guangzhou and the other two in Hong Kong. Only heaven knew the day of our reunion with my mother.

“My Favourite Show ‘Enjoy Yourself Tonight(EYT)’”

When we first arrived, my family condition was rather poor. I still remember that I lived in a squatter’s residence at King’s Park in Kowloon (a region in HK). My father and uncle shared a bunk bed. Grandmother also lived with us. And I would just sleep on the floor. I also remember that we had to share with the neighbours.

At that time, “EYT (1967-2002)”(a famous variety TV show in HK) just started broadcasting. Like many children of the time, I loved to crouch in front of the gate of my neighbour’s flats, peeking through the bars of the gate to watch the black-and-white television. Even though the signal of the TV was poor, it was the best entertainment for me as a kid. Later, my family condition was becoming better. After my uncle got married, together with my father and grandmother, we moved to a new flat in Yuet Wah Street in Kwuntong (a region in HK). Afterwards, when my father bought a flat near my uncle’s, we finally escaped the life of an over-crowded household.

“Mother Practicing Martial Arts to Combat Loneliness”

Very quickly, a few years passed. Although our living standards were improving, my mother was still staying in Guangzhou alone. I was too young to understand the bitterness of my separation from my mother. I could only remember I would receive a letter from her every few weeks. She wrote about how much she missed me, and she would use rhetoric words like “Ji Dan Chai (子丹仔)” and “Kiss you(吻您)”(*) to call me and express her love.

(*Translator’s notes: After a discussion between me and beta Dream at 3:30am, we concluded that “Ji Dan Chai (子丹仔)” was probably a Cantonese pun for “egglet/egg puff*(雞蛋仔)”, a famous traditional snack in HK. Furthermore, 吻 means “kiss” and 您 means “you” which is usually used as a polite form but his mom used it because she wanted to insert hearts to express her love towards her son.)

Can you imagine how a woman can withstand the loneliness of those long years separated from her husband and son? Due to this, she threw herself into practicing kung fu, strengthening her spirit through the movies to gain confidence and power, and also supporting herself and her mother’s family.

Later my mother told me that in those nine years, she would apply for coming to HK every now and then, only failing each time. My father knew that my mother missed me very much. When I was nine, he asked his brother-in-law(姨丈) to bring me back to Guangzhou to visit my mother. At last, I met her. As early as I can remember, that was the first time I met my mother.

My strongest memories of that one and a half weeks are of her hugging and kissing me every day. She also dragged me over to meet her master Fu Wing-fai (傳永輝) and her classmates. At that time, the mother of grand master Fu was a foot-bound lady (a cruel pedantic practice on women in old China). However, I could remember clearly that when she swung the spear, she looked very handsome and moved powerfully.

“First Experience of Real Martial Arts”

When I was young, my father loved to bring me to Yue-Man Square in Kwuntong to watch movies during weekends when I didn’t have to go to school. We watched the films produced by Shaw Brothers (HK) Limited like “The One-Armed Swordsman (獨臂刀)” (1967), “The Bloody Fists (蕩寇灘)” (1972) and “The Heroic Ones(十三太保)” (1970), etc. Though I watched them on the big screen, they really were the first time I witnessed real martial arts in action.

After those days of waiting and waiting, and then finally getting to meet my mother, everything seemed to fall back into normalcy again. My father was working behind the desk at a garment factory. Once, in the name of a business trip for the Chambers of Commerce and Industry, he went back to Guangzhou to visit his wife.

One day, the good news finally arrived after nine years of waiting. My father excitedly told us that mother’s approval of coming to HK was granted and there would be a new member of the family… It was because my father intentionally knocked my mother up during that trip, so that the first week my sister was born, she and our mother were permitted to enter and stay in Hong Kong. That’s also why my parents always regard my sister as the “lucky star”.

In life, there are times when we are together with our loved ones, and times when we are apart. During our separation, my mother became a master of Tai Chi. After the reunion, I followed her to practice martial arts. Everything seemed to be according to heaven’s will.

Part 2: “I am ‘Fong Sai-yuk’(方世玉)”

My mother had arrived in Hong Kong, so our family had reunited. During the time of waiting as she was waiting for her immigrant visa to the USA to be approved, she would go to the park located at the nearby Yuet Wah Street to teach students. In the beginning, she had only two to three students. Later, the number of students increased. At the age of ten, I was like the teaching assistant. Every early morning at 5 or 6, I would follow my mother and teach her students.

Some days before, Madame Helena Law Lan (羅蘭)(a famous actress in HK who was born in 1934) told me that her master Lee Yuen-king (李婉瓊), from whom she learned Tai Chi, was one of my mother’s students from that class. She joked that, in terms of hierarchy, I am kind of her grand master(師公/師伯)! Chinese kung fu came from China. The art belongs to everyone. It truly connects people around the world!

“The Heir of Kung Fu”

My mother Bow Sim Mak (麥寶嬋) practices martial arts. She values it highly and thus is determined to pass down her skill and techniques. Of course, she has great expectation on her son. She was like the “Miu Chui-fa” (苗翠花) and I was “Fong Sai-yuk” (方世玉)(*). Every morning before school, she would drag me off my bed at 5 and asked me to do splits, stretches and go through the forms. If I whinedo r complained or made any mistakes, she would scold me with her wooden sword immediately.

(*Translator’s note: Miu Chui-fa was a famous and highly skilled woman in martial arts in Qing Dynasty. Her son Fong Sai-yuk was also a talented kung fu master who was excelled in Shaolin boxing.)

My path to learning martial arts began after the reunion of my mother. My road towards the show business also began at that time.

My mother would teach Tai Chi in the morning and sing soprano at the Mira Hotel at night. Coincidently, people from the Yuen’s stunt team(袁家班) also performed Peking Opera there. Heroes are drawn to each other. Later, a few of them started taking lessons in kung fu from my mother. This had helped me to set the destiny of meeting my master Yuen Woo-ping in the future, getting into the show business through acting in his film “Drunken Tai Chi (笑太極)” (1984).

“Boycott by Other Schools of Martial Arts”

At the age of 11, our whole family migrated to Boston in USA. During the 60s and 70s, it was very common to open a school of martial arts in Chinatown. After settling down, my mother also opened one and named her school as “ Chinese Wushu Research Institute (中國功夫研究所)” because she took promoting Chinese martial arts to the world as her responsibility.

Nevertheless, there were a few people who were narrow-minded. They thought the name of the school was intended to include all the types of Chinese martial arts. Thus, my mother was boycotted by other schools. They even nitpicked her logo – a figure holding swords, posing and stepping on the Bagua Diagram. They said, “Bao Sim Mak, are you really that ‘good’? Able to step on the Bagua School? ” Even some meddlers came here and tried to make a fuss by throwing stones at my mother’s school.

However, it took some time, my mother’s hard work was not wasted. She proved her skills to other schools and earned their recognition. She was able to make the practice of martial arts become universal. Many Westerners came to her to learn. Her students included the undergraduates of the Universities of Boston and Harvard.

At that time, the largest and most popular martial arts school in Chinatown was opened by Master Kwong Tit-fu (鄺鐵夫) who taught Hung-styled boxing (洪拳). Every festival or celebration like the Chinese New Year, his most senior student, John Tsang (曾俊華), aka the current Financial Secretary of HKSAR, would carry a lion head and lead the kids from different martial arts schools to perform the lion dance on streets. I was about 12 or 13 at that time and I often followed the lion dancers led by this “big brother” around. I joined for fun and sometimes I would perform Chinese boxing to liven things up.

After many years, when I met the Financial Secretary again, he revealed to me that he already noticed me at that time. He said I was skilled in martial arts in a certain level with such a young age. To have received such high praise from someone like him, this Donnie really don’t deserve it!

Part 3: “Imitating Bruce Lee”

Overseas Chinese growing up in the foreign countries are often more aware of their racial and national identity than local Hong Kongers or Mainlanders. I, as a Chinese American citizen, was often belittled by others who called me names like “chink”. I thus strived to search for my identity of nationality.

“Learning Kung Fu through Watching Movies”

There were only two cinemas in Chinatown and they were smelly and filthy. There were always drunkards wandering around and they were stinky and dirty. Despite all that, I would still escape school and buy a ticket to watch the same movie again and again. After I finished watching the “Drunken Master (醉拳)”(1978) and “Snakes in the Eagle’s Shadow (蛇形刁手)” (1978), I would immediately rush back home to practice the drunken and snake moves. After watching “36th Chamber of Shaolin (少林三十六房)” (1978), I would practice the three-section cudgel immediately. I had watched the “Way of the Dragon (猛龍過江)” (1972) and “Enter the Dragon (龍爭虎鬥)” (1973) thousands of times. As a kid with some talent, my moves looked like those from the movies even though all I did was watch!

At around that time, I remember that my mother still had not found an official place for her school and so she rented the buildings of other martial arts schools to teach her classes. They had all kinds of tools and weapons. I loved to pick them up and practice.

Once, before my mother arrived, I naughtily picked up a nunchakus l to imitate the Bruce Lee’s moves. I was using it powerful enough that my every move made whirring sounds. Unexpectedly, the screw of the connecting joint of the nunchakus was loosened and one part of the pair flew across the room and hit one my mother’s female students. The girl wailed and a bruise appeared obviously on her head. I immediately knew that I was in huge trouble. Of course, my mother scolded and punished me so terribly.

“Carrying Nunchakus Everywhere”

In the 70s, Bruce Lee was very popular. I would wear his outfit – an orange sweatpants with sunglasses or black Chinese traditional clothes with kung fu shoes– to school every day. I would saw off the staff of a broomstick into two parts and connect the two with a rope to make my own nunchakus. I put it into my long socks along with me so that I could whip them out anytime, anywhere. At that time, no matter the Chinese or Western classmates, they loved to call me “Bruce”. I would sometimes perform nunchakus and show off footwork to entertain myself and others.

At that time, there was a black substitute teacher who got along with the students very well. He always asked me to show off, “Hey, Bruce, show me the kick!” Once, I joked that I could kick his face thrice and he would not be able to dodge. I hadn’t waited for the teacher’s reply, “Really?” and I kicked him. Ping! Ping! Ping! I had already left three footprints on his face. The black substitute teacher was tall and bulky. Having kicked on the face three times without warningmust have made him felt a little bit of embarrassment and anger. He threw and hanged me, who was small, onto a wall to warn me.

With regards to my relationships with the other students, I occasionally received letters daring to challenge me. Even though I was not the strongest, and both wins and losses were common in fighting, the swiftness of my body and movements meant that any opponents would have to endure my heavy punches and kicks.

My obsession towards kung fu grew to its peak as I worshipped and idolized Bruce Lee. I always focused on my footwork, wishing my movements to be as quick, fierce and precise. I would escape from school with my friends, hiding in the park practicing “sticking hands” of Wing Chun in the afternoon. Honestly, we were just messing around.

I was really obsessed with martial arts when I was younger. Looking back now, was I laughably naïve or cutely innocently?

#Donnie Yen #All about Donnie #his autobiography #my translation #his family is a legend #his parents are also the best #ragethirst #Chirrut imwe #Xiang #Ip man #問丹心

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ob-fans · 8 years ago

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Why Cophine Deserve A Love Scene

Hey guys - so on the back of Paleyfest and some comments made there, plus some discussions we’ve had on here in the past, I decided to put my thoughts together on the subject of sexuality shown between same sex vs opposite sex couples.

One of the many things I appreciate and enjoy about Orphan Black is the LGBT representation, particularly the queer female presence. To have a bisexual lead and a lesbian supporting character (who is also in a relationship, for the large part) where the issues they face are not all about their sexuality is wonderfully refreshing. Cosima is unapologetically lesbian, Sarah is comfortably label free, and Delphine finds her place on the queer spectrum with little dilemma. The stories and the dramas the characters face throughout the show (both within relationships and without) never centre around the character’s sexuality itself - something the show rightly deserves praise for.

There is no doubt in my mind, however, that some discrepancies between the representation of queer and straight sexuality remain. Sex and intimacy is the most apparent. We have seen Sarah and Paul have rampant sex on the kitchen counter, in the shower, and beyond. We have seen Rachel sexually dominate Paul in a gratuitously uncomfortable fashion. Donnie and Alison have sex on the freezer, vigorous sex in bed, and Donnie masturbates loudly into a cup. In addition to this, we have also seen many examples of heterosexual partial and full nudity in the show – Donnie’s butt during the freezer scene, Donnie and Alison during the infamous twerking scene, Sarah and Paul in bed, Sarah and Cal pre-love making and then later in bed etc.

When we look at how same-sex sexuality/intimacy has been shown, there are far fewer examples. Sarah does kiss a girl in a club during Season 4, and whilst it’s implied they have sex, it isn’t shown (and again, it is problematic that her sexuality was used to depict her spiralling out of control in that scene). Felix and Colin get interrupted pre-coitus (and Felix has never had a sex scene either, it’s important to note). Then we come to Cophine. Cophine have been shown in their bras and underwear on one occasion only and that was supposed to be post sex.

To some, this was potentially rather a disappointing attempt to not offend audiences or draw criticism from networks. Surely, they could have implied them to be nude, but be covered by the sheets, thus not needing to break ethical guidelines? After all this was how other scenes between heterosexual pairings were handled. Yes there was an emotional scene at the end of Season 4 which showed their intimacy and love (without the sexual element) beautifully and I do not wish to dismiss that - but while wonderful to see after such a long absence for Delphine, it does not negate the need for a well done and intimate love scene and the audience still want one.

The creators and actors have continually pushed the message that showing Cophine in a sexual context would be to put them “on show for the male gaze”; but the potential message there is two-fold; both that showing lesbian sex on TV is by default gratuitous because it is provocative, and that they as a show believe it’s impossible for them to portray it in such a way that will not appear lewd when broadcast. I think they are doing themselves and the LGBT community a disservice here while also perpetuating a double standard. For, if showing nudity or impmying sexual intimacy between two women undermines the sincerity of their relationship, what were they trying to achieve with Shaysima? It seems either they didn’t mind because it helped to contrast their relationship with Cophine, (the focus of whose relationship they wished to remain intellectual and emotional;) or that they backtracked on/suspended their original statement re male gaze, showing them sexually intimate in the hopes of enticing LGBT fans to move onto Shaysima, as if that was the key to winning fans over.

Further arguments against a love scene are things like Cophine “are not a consistent couple,” and so they do not require a love scene. However, when has that ever been a factor in two people having sex? Sarah has spent the majority of her time NOT in a relationship and yet she has had by the far the most sex on the show. Another justification used is that “the show isn’t all about relationships”. Agreed, it is not ALL about relationships, but this is a drama we are watching, not a documentary, and human relationships are intrinsic to that. While it may not be everyone’s reason, it is still a legitimate reason to watch, especially for the LGBT community, who get so little representation as it is, and that is without acknowledging that OB has repeatedly stated its intention to portray LGBT positive stories.

Further to this, yes some of the sex in the show is not used to display intimacy or romance, sometimes it’s used for comedic purposes or for power and manipulation - I get that, but it doesn’t change the overall picture – straight couples get to have sex and LGBT ones do not. People often list a multitude of plot points as reasons for them not having had the opportunity to have sex, as if the plot writes itself and this is all out of the writers and creators control, but as a work of fiction, 90% of what we see on screen is pre planned and written well before it gets to filming, and if they wanted to create these opportunities, they could.

One thing that needs to be made clear is that we as fans do not need to see actual nudity. We do not desire constant gratuitous sex without plot. We do not want to see “Cophine in bed all the time – and [we’ll] be happy,” as was once suggested. What we want to see is equality. The LGBT community deserves that. If all we wanted was sex we would not have suffered along with this angsty pairing for 4 years, through their ups and downs, distrust, misunderstandings, separation, break-up, Delphine’s shooting and disappearance, and Cosima’s near death experiences. Evelyne Brochu has said of Cophine “there’s this combination of physical and intellectual attraction, and when you have both you can go a long way” but yet we have not really been allowed to see that physical side.

The show continuously emphasises its equal and non-preferential treatment of the LGBT by choosing “bold” storylines, which unfortunately has often put them in life threatening situations. To truly follow through with this endeavour, it needs to apply in all circumstances. If they can happily level the playing field, and allow “anyone to die” on this show, then why can’t anyone have sex? Allowing them to be sexual with each other, if done in a respectful way, is a valid and necessary element to their love story. It’s about allowing them the same rights and depth as straight relationships. They state it has “the same weight as a straight relationship” but if they have the same weight, they should be allowed the same expressions of love. Equal treatment is the same treatment, not treating them differently. Treating them fairly and respectfully doesn’t have to be mutually exclusive of treating them the same. They can do both. To quote others in the community, “When you treat something differently, you are saying it IS different” and “If we don’t start to treat these scenes as the same, then they’ll never be seen as the same”.

Having said all of the above, I want to reiterate how great I think Orphan Black is. I really do. I wouldn’t still be watching 5 years later, much less constructing my thoughts in such a way, if I didn’t feel this so strongly. I do not wish to ignore the progression the show has offered in terms of LGBT representation, or the positive role it’s played in my life, as I know it has in many others. But just because we love a show, doesn’t mean we can’t expect it to uphold the highest standards of representation for our community. In fact, I think that is exactly what we SHOULD be expecting, since Orphan Black has knowingly marketed itself as an LGBT-positive show.

Sadly however, even amongst the LGBT community, I often see the subtly internalised homophobic idea that “we should be happy with what we have, don’t be ungrateful.” I would like to think that the creators, if they read this, will see this as the fans going “we love this show and we think you’ve done a great job, but here’s our feedback.” That is certainly my perspective – I loved the reunion scene at the end of Season 4, and considering Graeme has described Cophine as the most important romantic couple on the show, I am hoping for good things in Season 5.

We love the show and we admire and encourage its commitment to showing positive LGBT representation. So trust your stories, Orphan Black and continue to push boundaries – your audience will reward you for it.

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