#me when i’m rapha

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MUNICH, GERMANY: Eric Dier and Joshua Kimmich celebrate their side’s victory after the UCL match between FC Bayern München and Arsenal FC on April 17, 2024 (Photo by Stefan Matzke)

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Thursday, 11:37 PM, Desjardins Household, Windenburg

Raphaël: What can I do to convince you not to do this audition?

Imani: You already convinced me years ago. I’m not convinced anymore. It’s time for me to start doing what I want.

Raphaël: What good is a family orchestra without the mother?

Imani: Shut up about the damn family orchestra, Rapha! We’re broke! Church donations can only get us so far! Someone has to be the breadwinner of this family since you failed in that regard.

Raphaël: I failed? You say that like you’ve been a good wife. You’re terrible at submitting to me!

Imani: Right. So terrible at something that I’ve been doing for 16 years.

Raphaël: I’d argue that you haven’t been doing it for at least 7 of those, considering what you’ve done.

Imani: I’m so sorry I went behind your back, Raphaël, but tell me how good you would feel if you had two sets of twins and then triplets back to back. I do everything for those kids! When they’re upset, who do they run to? Me! When they need help, who do they ask? Me! When they have good news to share, who do they excitedly share with? ME! I’m their mother, you’re just here. The only time you care about them is when you can parade around with your stupid orchestra!

Raphaël: Dieu, ça me fait chier! I care for those kids as much as you do! You’re just lying at this point.

Imani: What’s Sidonie’s favorite color? What fruit is Manon allergic to? What does Étienne like to collect? What’s Matthieu’s middle name?

Raphaël: …

Imani: That’s what I thought. See you in a couple hours.

later, at Zauberhaft Performing Arts Center

Judge: Please, state your name for the recording.

Imani: Imani Desjardins.

Judge: Your name seems very familiar. Wait, didn’t we offer you a spot in the Simphony a few years ago? You were phenomenal back then!

Imani: Oh, it’s been much more than a few years. I’m still phenomenal now, I hope. I had some… setbacks that kept me from joining back then, but this is where I belong. I'm sure of it.

[cloudsspoke]

Heartwarming & hilarious moments of La Scaloneta

Fact that AFA chose Qatar University Hostel as their homebase, despite not being as luxurious as the other places (hotel, resort, etc), but it has the perfect open air-circulation for them to cook Asados (x)

One of the article I read wrote: La Scaloneta formed their strong chemistry over playing truco, drinking mate, eating asados, and listening to reggaeton music. Simplicity at its finest 😭😭

There’s this post-match interview session of Licha when he cried remembering his late grandparents, and Macca who was standing near Licha came to comfort him by patting his head & massaging his shoulder +also, when Lea came in the middle of Enzo’s post-final match interview and patted Enzo’s head with such affection

The way La Scaloneta welcomed Kun, Kun x Leo reunion as roommate, Kun visited Argies' night practice, Kun was there during Arg vs Netherland, Arg vs Croatia, and until Final

Dibu's gestures toward his teammates during the 2 penalty shoot-outs (this is important because both Noppert and Lloris did not help their own teammates unlike what Dibu did)

Fide marched forward when he saw Dumpfries tried to disturb Enzo

also, Fide came in between Dibu and Enzo when Dibu was half-joke cursing at Enzo for failing in penalty kick 😂

Kun, Licha, Lauti came in between Leo's verbal feud against Weghorst 

Licha showed his concern for Gio's condition in the midst of Arg's celebration

Dibu told Leo that the Flying Dutchman (maybe he referred to Van Gaal) talked too much, Leo's reply "Well, tomorrow I'll score twice" --and ofc he did

Messi's 'Roman' goal celebration in front of Van Gaal, article said he took revenge on behalf of Riquelme who once feuded with Van Gaal

not to be left out, Dibu's "I FUCKED YOU TWICE" to Van Gaal's side

Ota's celebration after El Toro scored the last penalty toward the Netherland players was the payback for all the distraction they did to Enzo & Lauti (stuffs that's not captured clearly on the tv)

Leo Messi ran toward Dibu when everyone ran to Lauti

Fide came to hug Modric 😭

Cuti celebrated Messi's goal by screaming in front of Mbappe because previously Mbappe had a verbal feud with Enzo and Cuti said Mbappe acted disrespectfully?

also, everyone clearly targeted at Mbappe because of his comment about the Latam football/people ((because clearly Rodri came to hug Griezzi, Licha came to hug Rapha, also Fide and Papu came to hug and shook hand with several France players))

Scaloni’s several mins late World Cup champion reaction, only to be embraced first by Lea 😭

The way they made sure Nico, Gio Lo Celso, and Kun were part of the World Cup champion celebration 😭

Leo - Fideo’s hug 😭

Leo's concern when he saw drunk Kun, asked him to stop drinking, and Kun's response: If anything bad happens to me, let it happens here in Qatar. I'm happy. We are World Cup champion, pa' 😭

They invited Kun to fly back home with them together, and Kun was all ready to go, only then remembered he left Benja 😭😭😭

Everyone actually just protected each other during the drunk-fest 😭 Fide protected Kun, Leo-Lea protected Rodri, Acuña and the other guys protected Scalo 😭

some people criticized Dibu’s gesture, one of them was this unknown, unimportant, unrelated ex-France player. Fideo, Lea and Pezzella came to defend Dibu by leaving comment to this guy’s post. This guy then lamely attacked Fideo only then to get a clapback from Fide’s wife cuz apparently this guy previously had a domestic abuse case against his ex The poin is, these guys defend each other both IRL and online

All of them basically took a pict with Leo and the World Cup trophy and posted it to their SNS with captions that bawled our eyes out

vice versa, all Leo’s World Cup champ -related posts are total gems

The list is endless, every day I discover new stuffs from them and it’s beautiful, and I know due to the languange barrier there must be plenty that I missed, so if anyone of you reading this and have something more to share, please do tell me ❤😘

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Lucky 19 (Raphael Varane x Reader)

**I was very excited when I got the request to write for my second favourite Frenchie. So much so, that I wanted to add some French too 😅 I used to be better at it so if I got anything wrong, don’t hate me 🤗 Anyways, enjoy! I had a blast writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it too ❤️**

Word count: 2688

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"Hello, bonjour! You're going to have another Frenchie with you on the team soon", says Alessia when she sits next to me at breakfast.

"What do you mean? Who are we signing?"

"Well, not us as in our team. But like, United".

"Can you speak simple English? It's too early for riddles".

"The men's team is signing Varane".

I almost choke on the apple I'm eating.

"They are what?"

"Why do you look so terrified? Do you not like him?"

That's not exactly the problem. "I just didn't see that coming. Huge singing, though".

Alessia nods and starts to eat. But I can only think about Rapha being here…in Manchester. In Carrington. Especially after what happened the last time we met. And also the previous one. And the one before that…

                                **

A couple of days later, we are at Old Trafford for the first match of the season. United vs Leeds. Should be fun.

But before the match starts, I notice a lot of commotion near the tunnel.

"What's going on?"

"Oh, you know. Varane is going to say hi to the fans. He'll come here after he's done", says Katie.

Why am I the last one to find out about everything? Oh right, because he hasn't answered any of my calls or texts.

When Rapha goes out to the pitch, he's holding his new shirt. Number 19, like me.

The whole event gives me an excuse to stare at him. God, he looks so good. That suit he's wearing looks perfect on him. And his smile…I need to stop. That's what got me in trouble before.

"He's so hot", I hear one of my teammates say.

"Who said that?", my tone is harsher than I meant.

"Me?", says Ella, scared by my question.

"No, I didn't mean you. I thought I heard someone insulting us. Don't mind me. English is still hard to understand for me".

English isn't hard to understand for me, and they know it. But they allow me to use it as an excuse.

"I'm going to the toilet before the match starts".

I need to splash some cold water on my face. I can't spend my days acting like this because he's here now.

"Salut, ma belle" (hello, my beautiful).

"You don't answer any of my messages for days and now you come here and call me pretty names? Not very nice, is it?"

"I didn't want to talk to you on the phone but in person".

"Why?", I say, noticing I'm moving closer to him. Damn it! It's like he has a magnet.

"Because I love seeing the way you blush whenever we are together. You're adorable".

"I'm going back with my friends".

"Mon ange, sit with me" (my angel).

"They don't know we know each other, Rapha".

"Who cares? We are both French. It makes sense that I want to be with someone who speaks my language".

I try to go back to my seat because I don't trust myself near him. But he's not a quitter. I soon notice my arm being grabbed by one of his big hands and he moves me to a corner where no one can see us.

"I've missed you, ma belle".

"I haven't".

He nods, laughing and leaning down to kiss me. And of course, I offer no resistance and kiss him back immediately.

"I like it when you don't miss me", he smiles, pressing his forehead against mine.

"It's that stupid suit you're wearing".

"Do you like it?"

I nod, hypnotized by his eyes staring into mine.

"I might let you take it off me later…if you're a good girl".

I roll my eyes and follow him, noticing he's going the wrong way. So I’m now the one that takes his arm and leads him to our seats.

When we get back to my teammates, I introduce them to Rapha.

"So you knew each other?", asks Leah, raising an eyebrow.

"We've seen each other a few times at the French Federation".

He nods, smiling at all of them.

The match is fun. Six goals and the fans are incredibly loud the whole time. It's one of the biggest rivalries in England and it shows.

But for me, the match is also a big challenge. Rapha can't stop leaning to whisper in my ear. I tell Katie we are just chatting about the match, but we aren't.

"Can you stop? This isn't the place".

So he stops…only to start pressing his leg against mine. To anyone, he's just a typical man thinking his legs being spread takes priority over everyone else's comfort, but I know him. He's doing it on purpose because I'm wearing very short shorts. So I can feel the fabric of his trousers on my skin, bringing back so many memories.

"Arrêt!" (stop!)

"Je veux pas" (I don’t want to).

Our little stare contest is interrupted by the referee signalling the end of the match and we both get up to clap the team.

"Come home with me tonight, please", he whispers in my ear. And I can't say no. He knows I can’t say no to him.

                               **

I wake up when I feel strong arms around my waist, pulling me closer to the body next to mine.

"Bonjour", he says while kissing my neck.

I just close my eyes and enjoy the moment, leaning back, closer to him.

"What do you say to breakfast in bed?"

It's not the first time he offers that but it's the first I accept.

"Sure. I can help you make it".

"No, you stay here. I'll be right back".

When he's gone, I get up to go to the bathroom and pick up one of his shirts to wear. I don't even know where mine is.

Soon, he opens the door again, tray in hand.

"Is that just for me?"

"Yes, I'll just have coffee now and I'll eat at Carrington. I have training in an hour and a half. You?"

"Same".

"I can drive you there", he offers.

"I need to get back home and pick up my things. And it'll get people talking if we arrive there together".

He only nods and takes his coffee again to have a couple of sips.

"Do you want more fruit?"

Ever since I was a kid, I've always had dessert before the main food.

"No, I'm good. Maybe when I'm done with the omelette".

So I start eating but when I'm about to put the third piece of food in my mouth, he speaks again.

"You didn't ask me why I signed for United".

"Why did you?"

"Well, I wanted a new challenge and to play in a new league. But I had no idea where to go and then United called me".

"Not surprised they jumped at the chance to sign you, really".

"And I said yes before they even said more about their offer".

I notice his eyes on me and turn to look at him.

"Why?"

"Because you are here".

I drop the fork, startling myself with the noise.

"Sorry".

But when I look at him again, he's just smiling.

"I never wanted us to just have a casual sex type of relationship but the distance didn't make anything else possible. Now…we are in the same city".

I nod, not knowing what else to say. It's true that it never really felt like just that. I mean, we do text a lot and care about each other's lives and careers. That's why it hurt so much to see he didn't even tell me about coming to United.

"What are you trying to say, Rapha?"

"That I want us to be a real couple, ma chérie. But if you just want something casual…I guess I can try but I can't lie and pretend I'm happy with that" (my darling).

I move the tray to the floor, so I don't knock it with my legs when I move. And then I sit on his lap.

"I want us to be a real couple too".

"You do?"

I nod and lean down to kiss him. I have dreamt of this moment more times than I'll admit.

"But let's keep it private for a while, ok? Our teammates can be really annoying".

"I can do that…even if it'll be hard to keep my hands to myself when I see you around Carrington".

“Well, you don’t have to keep them to yourself when it’s just the two of us”.

                                  **

I somehow manage to concentrate enough on training. My head is definitely somewhere else. But not too far because the men train on the pitch next to ours.

"Can you come with us for a second?"

"Me? Sure".

I would rather go to the shower but I follow the lady who came to pick me up. And when I get to the pitch she's leading me to, I see Rapha is there too. Did they already find out about us?

"Why are we here?", I ask him.

"Relax. They just want a photo of their two French number 19 together".

"Oh".

He laughs at my worried face. I mean, it's not as if it's forbidden for us to be together but I don't want to have to give explanations to my employers about my love life.

"Ok, hold your shirts and smile".

We do and the photographer takes a few photos.

"Perfect", he says. And we move to go back to the dressing room. We're both sweaty from our training.

Rapha lets me walk in front of him and when we get to the door, he places his hand on the small of my back. He removes it quickly realising how that might look.

"We're not even going to make it past day 1 without people knowing".

                               **

"We were always trying to get you to hang out with us more but you always found excuses. What changed?", asks me Paul while we are having food in the canteen. It's true that I'm spending more time with my fellow countrymen now but he's exaggerating.

"I ate here with you two plenty of times. And we've been to so many parties together. Don't make up stories".

"Not as many times as you do now…".

"I think she likes Rapha better than she likes us", adds Tony.

I just shake my head. Even if they are right.

"Can you blame her?", asks them Rapha, making us all laugh.

He also puts his hand under the table to stop my leg from bouncing like it does whenever I'm nervous.

"So, should we have the party this week or the next? I need to know when to invite people".

"I don't know, Tony. Both dates work for me", I say. I love his parties.

"Invite some cute boys, we need to find her a boyfriend", laughs Paul. And I can notice Rapha's hand stops caressing my thigh when he hears that.

"I already have one", I say, making them overreact.

"Since when? Who? We need to give him our approval".

"I'm pretty sure you'll love him. But he's not ready to meet you guys yet. He's a bit shy".

"I'm sure he's a great guy", says Rapha trying not to laugh.

"So many hearts will be broken in the national team after this news".

Paul is always talking about all the players from our country that, according to him, fancy me so I'm not surprised by his comment.

"Yeah, well. They'll have to deal with it", says Rapha, and the little hint of jealousy I can detect makes me smirk.

After lunch, we all go back to pick up our things to leave. Rapha and I are using the excuse of us living close to one another to drive together. Also, he's still not used to the city and driving on the left so I've offered to help him. Very selfless of me.

Without warning, he pulls me to the side when he finds a little corner where we can hide and he starts to kiss me.

"Someone could see us".

"They won't", he says, before kissing me again.

"Are you jealous of the attention I get from other players on the national team?", I tease.

"Don't…".

"I didn't know you could get so possessive and jealous. Who's the one that you hate the most right now, then?"

"If you don't stop that", he says, while still kissing my neck, "I'll go on the WhatsApp group right now to tell them about us".

But that only makes me laugh…and I'm not the only one laughing.

I push him away from me when I hear a familiar laugh and steps coming closer.

"What are you two doing here?", asks Alessia while Ella looks at us suspiciously.

"Finding good WiFi", I say, realising I still have my phone in my hand. "I need to send a message but it won't go through".

"And you need help for that?", asks Ella, pointing at Rapha.

He thankfully reacts quickly by grabbing my phone and moving it higher.

"We're trying different heights to see if it works".

"Is this a French thing or is it just you being weird?", asks Alessia.

"Definitely a them thing", says Ella, still staring at us.

My mum saves the day by sending me a random text that makes my phone ping.

"We got it. See you tomorrow, ladies".

                                **

“Why is everyone obsessed with pairing you two together all the time?”, asks Paul when we tell him we have to do an interview for the French TV after lunch.

“We play in the same position”, I say, while Rapha says “we’re really good-looking”.

“She has a boyfriend, Rapha. Back off”.

He lifts his hands, claiming innocence, and I can only laugh.

After lunch, I go to the dressing room quickly to make sure I look ok. And when I get out, he’s waiting for me.

“Ready?”

“I guess. I’m not really in the mood and my hair looks awful”.

“Come here”, he says, opening his arms.

“Rapha…”.

“Just a friendly pre-interview hug”.

Well, that sounds good. So I hug him and before we separate, he kisses my head.

“You look perfect”.

Everyone is waiting for us and only 5 minutes later, we start the interview.

“I’m guessing it’s pretty helpful to have some French players here who can help you adapt to the new country and team”, asks the reporter.

"Yeah, she definitely helped me a lot when I got here. Her, Paul, and Anthony, of course".

"That's nice. French union in Manchester".

I laugh.

"You both play in the same position. What do you admire the most from each other's style of play?”

We both start to answer at the same time.

"You go first", I say.

"No, you go, ma chérie".

When I hear him, I try not to react to it but can see the presenter staring at us. A bit weird for a colleague and friend to call me that.

"Well, your ball distribution for sure".

“I would say your tackles”, he says, still shocked by the way he messed up. “I would be sent off if I tried to tackle like that, but you do it in a smarter way”.

The reporter continues to ask football questions mostly and I’m worried he’ll use Rapha’s slip to ask something else but he’s a big professional and doesn’t do it.

“Thank you for the interview, guys. I’m sorry it was live or we could have cut that part, you know?”

“It’s fine”, I say. Because it is. We couldn’t keep it a secret forever so who cares? Now people know.

I go join Rapha who is looking at me with his best “I’m sorry" face.

“Don’t worry. It could have happened to me too. And people were going to find out eventually”.

“You sure you don’t mind?”

“I don't”, I say, smiling at him. But before I have time to kiss him, a voice startles us.

"I knew it!", yells Ella. "And it's been confirmed by the French people of Twitter because I obviously have no idea what you two were saying in that video".

“Ok, detective Tooney. Great job!”

[trentsambuccus]

Incorrect Quotes cause I’m bored!

**Casey Jr:** Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Donn!

**Donnson:** You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight.

**Donnson:** Are you trying to seduce me?

**Casey Jr:** Why, are you seducible?

**Donnson:** No, actually.

**Casey Jr:** I’ll try again in 5 years.

**Donnson:** Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

**Casey Jr:** I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

**Donnson:** But you’re always acting stupid?

**Casey Jr:** ...

**Casey Jr:** Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

More down here⬇️

**Casey Jr, throwing their head into Donnson's lap:** Tell me I'm pretty!

**Donnson, lovingly stroking their hair:** You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.

**Casey Jr:** I think I'm falling for you.

**Donnson:** Then get up.

**Donnson:** *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere*

**Casey Jr:** Where did you get that?

**Donnson:** My pocket.

**Casey Jr:** How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket?

**Donnson:** Skills.

**Casey Jr:** I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

**Donnson:** I wake up at 4:30 AM every day to train.

**Casey Jr:** I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

**Donnson:** You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy.

**Casey Jr:** I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep.

**Donnson:** I said within reason, Casey Jr. How about I murder that guy?

**Casey Jr:** So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't?

**Donnson:** Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

**Donnson:** Is something burning?

**Casey Jr, leaning seductively on the counter:** Just my desire for you.

**Donnson:** Casey Jr, the toaster is literally on fire.

**Casey Jr:** Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?

**Donnson:** Nerium, why?

**Casey Jr:**

**Donnson:** Were you going to get me flowers?

**Casey Jr:**

**Donnson:**

**Casey Jr:** ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

**Casey Jr:** I like your new pants!

**Donnson:** Thanks, they were 50% off!

**Casey Jr:** I’d like them better if they were 100% off. *winks*

**Donnson:** The store can’t just give away clothes for free.

**Casey Jr:** Thats’s… not what I meant.

**Donnson:** That’s a terrible way to run a business, Jr.

**Leon:** I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.

**Casey Jr:** Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.

*Donnson walks in*

**Casey Jr:** Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

**Donnson:** Goodnight to the love of my life, Casey Jr, and fuck the rest of y'all.

**Casey Jr:** Donnson is too tall for me to kiss them on the lips. What should I do?

**Rapha:** Punch them in the stomach. Then, when they double over in pain, kiss them.

**Mike:** Tackle them!

**Leon:** Dump them.

**Dee:** Kick them in the shin!

**Donnson:** No to all of those! Just look up and you can reach!!

**Donnson:** Might I make a suggestion you possibly won’t like?

**Leon:** Do you make any other kind?

**Leon:** Your problem is that you’ve got no common sense.

**Mike:** I’ve got plenty of common sense!

**Mike:** I just choose to ignore it.

**Donnson:** I'm a firm believer in "if you're going to fail, you might as well fail spectacularly."

**Dee:** *gets a text* Oh! It’s Donnson.

**Rapha, excitedly:** Did they get me the stuff?

**Dee:** Yeah, they say they got you the clown costume, the power drill, and 12 gallons of blood.

**Rapha:** Wow! Where’d they find 12 gallons of fake blood?

**Dee:** You wanted fake blood?

**Rapha:**

**Dee:** I’ll go call Donn.

**Casey Jr:** The stars are so beautiful...

**Donnson:** They're just giant balls of gas.

**Casey Jr:** You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then-

**Donnson:** And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you.

**Casey Jr:** Oh...

[fabuloustrash05]

I saw your post about how you would like to rewrite "when worlds collide" I would really like to see it and most likely others would too, so why don't you write it in year3? Like I said before, I'm sure we would all like to see slash there instead of karai, more about the story of commander g'throkka with the neutralizer and even rapha with the powers, I think it would be more interesting to see rapha with the powers than mikey (it's not hate Mikey, but I feel like I would have liked Rapha and Mona to have more prominence in those chapters) and seeing Mona's temperament up close would be a dream (I feel like she may have a stronger but controlled temperament) I also want to see friendship between her and April

Me

Who said I haven’t started working on it? Lol

I’ve been holding off writing the When Worlds Collide Rewrite mainly because I was putting all my time and focus on finishing my RaMona fanfic Courting a Salamandrian (plus also personal things have been going on in my life).

I didn’t want to add another fanfic I started but have no time to write to the list. I’m already balancing two and I didn’t want to overwhelm myself. And I’d hate to do that to my readers, having them to wait so long for updates on their favorite fanfic because I’m more focused on the others, you know?

But now that Courting a Salamandrian is almost complete, I’m planning on starting to work on a new fanfic and When Worlds Collide Rewritten is one of the many candidates.

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Nimona’s little brother

Okay hear me out, I think it would be absolutely adorable if Nimona had just like a mini version of her who she was inspiring her chaotic destruction in.

Like she’d chase him around outside (before the events of the movie) whiles they’re both animals and just play and brawl (obviously she’d go easy on him, like how lions let their cubs win for confidence) then she’d carry him on her back to their little cave/tree house once he tired himself out.

He would totally have her bloodthirsty adorableness, kinda like when she was the little demon boy 😂

Nimona wouldn’t introduce him to Ballister immediately, she’s probably drop little hints after a while and then introduce him around the shark dance time before Ballister went for nachos.

Like :

*Ballister walks in*

Nimona : *on couch* oh yeah btw, no biggie but this is Raphael.

Ballister : I’m sorry? Who?!

Nimona : *unimpressed* my brother?

Ballister : * so done with asking anymore so offers to shake the kids hand*

Nimona : *nonchalant* I wouldn’t do that, Rapha likes to bite

*little shark teeth snap at Ballisters hand*

Nimona : *ruffles Raph’s hair* who’s a good Raphie? You are! Yes you are! (she is not against treating him like a puppy & the kid loves it)

Like Nimona wanted to get Ballister comfortable with her to see if he could understand, if he could change, so that she could see if times were different now so that her little brother didn’t have to grow up scared like she did.

Maybe when Gloreth’s people attacked her she ran away and they chased her, but she was scared they’d find Rapha so she attacked them? And that adds to her boatloads of trauma? The guilt of hurting and lashing out conflicting with her desire to protect her little brother?

The ending would obviously have to be different ? Maybe Rapha got scared when Nimona became so depressed and angry, but he turned into his smoky black thing before she did because he was little and had less self control, he was just so hurt at how his big sister kept getting treated by people that his pain and anger took him over.

He crashed into the city and goes for Gloreth’s statue because he may have been young but he remembered what happened (their ppl have amazing memories? Maybe just he does?) so he wanted to tear it down because he couldn’t do anything else for her.

But of course he gets attacked by the guard and becomes far more scared and frantic and distressed, maybe he goes down or passes out and Nimona thinks he’s dead?

So of course she rages and becomes all smoky, but then the anger just becomes deep deep sorrow because she feels like she has nothing left anymore so she does the sword thing but Ballister stops her and shows her that Rapha is still alive. The little guy does that thing kids do when they want to be picked up so he stretches his arms out to her whiles crying for her, she collapses into Ballisters arms, she then had to save everyone so she leave Rapha with Ballister and does her Phoenix thing….something something something we win. 😁

Idk it was just an idea I had while watching it? Like how different would it be?

Anyway hope you enjoyed♥️

[gladiatorofthevoid]

Moments Chapter 3: Dr. Delicate Touch

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Tensions had been running high in the Hamato household for days now. Raph and Donnie had been fighting, Raph and Leo had been fighting, Donnie and Leo had been fighting, everybody was fighting with everybody. Mikey doesn't even really remember the reason why it started, he only knows that every attempt to apologize or to calm everyone down had only caused more harsh words to be exchanged and more feelings to be hurt. And honestly, Mikey was just getting sick of it.   

Even still, he might not have done anything about it. The fighting may have lasted another week before fading into obscurity, and it all would have gone back to normal. But Mikey was tired. He had stayed up all night for the first time, and when the morning had come, he had been barely able to keep his eyes open, and of course, when he went down to breakfast everyone was pointedly ignoring each other or glaring at each other. But Mikey had been too emotionally and physically tried to give a damn, just sat down with a thump and tried to eat his cereal in peace. Then, Leo decided to open his big mouth.  

"So, you're really going to pretend that nothing happened?" the Slider said, glaring at Donnie.   

"I don't know what you're talking about," Donnie responded coldly, not looking up from his bowl. Mikey squeezed his eyes shut with a despite, silent plea for his brothers just to stop.  

“Oh, wonderful. We’re just going to mosey on past all that stuff you said. Awesome. Great.” Mikey put his head in his hands and wished he had hair to tug on.  

“You’re not even going mention what you said yesterday?” Raph asked, eyes narrow. Mikey could feel himself losing control and getting closer to a breakdown every second.  

“Don’t start with me, Rapha.” Leo snarled and opened his mouth to say something else that he would most certainly regret later, and Mikey felt the moment he lost it.  

“Shut up, Leo. You’re not helping.” Mikey said. The others all stopped and stared at him. “What? He’s not. He’s just mad 'cause he knows he’s in the wrong, and he can’t worm his way out of it, so he's pointing out everyone else's mistakes.” There was silence for a moment then Dee, still a little unsettled but determined to use this to his advantage, shakily smiled and turned to Leo.  

“Ha! See Leo-”  

“Oh no, Donnie,” Mikey interrupted before that could get off the ground. “Just because he’s trying to deflect, doesn’t mean he isn’t right. You need to get off your high horse and quit pretending you’re better than us because you’re smarter!” And you!” Mikey said pointing at the eldest brother, and the others watched as Raph leaned away from his younger brother. “You need to quit it with the passive-aggressive stuff! Just say you are angry and hurt! We don’t need you pretending you’re not and then ignoring us or saying backhanded stuff! Comminate! It’s not that hard!”  

Mikey then turns to the whole group and grits his teeth.  

“All of you know you’re wrong! But none of you are going to come out and apologize and would rather keep shouting at each other because you don’t want to lose whatever weird and annoying game you’re playing!” Mikey was waving his arms and then slammed them down on the table. “Well, guess what? It’s not a game! And if you don’t stop, I’m going to tie you together, and dangle you over the sewer fallout! And I will be happy and smiling while I do it, so don’t TEST ME!”  

By the end, Mikey was breathing heavily and the others had backed up several feet. The wind had drained out of him and slumped slightly.  

“I’m going back to bed. Don’t wake me up.” He left the three of them in the kitchen, and marched back into his room, collapsing onto the bed and curling up into his shell until he fell asleep.

-

When Mikey awoke, he groaned and popped out of his shell keeping his eyes closed. He was already forming an apology in his mind to his brothers for his sleep-deprecated shouting earlier. So, when he opened his eyes and found the three brothers surrounding his bed, he squeaked in surprise and then groaned again once he realized who was there.  

"Look, guys-" he said, but was quickly interrupted.  

"We're sorry, Mikey," Raph said, and Mikey blinked.  

"What?" he asked, feeling an intense amount of whiplash.  

"Yeah..." Leo said, fidgeting with his hands. "We shouldn't have been fighting so much, you were right."  

"As much as it pains me to admit it," Donnie said avoiding eye contact and crossing his arms. "You were right, and we could tell that our fighting was hurting you too. We should have been more considerate."  

"We've all already apologized to each other and made up," Raph said. "So, we just needed to apologize to you as well."  

Mikey was overwhelmed, and quite possibly in shock. This was so different than what he was expecting when he woke up. But he felt a rush of relief that the fighting was finally over.  

"Thanks, you guys," he said, feeling a smile. "And I'm sorry about being so mean."  

"You were just a tad mean," Leo said with a dismissive wave. "Honestly we needed more than a little delicate touch, doc." Donnie clapped his hands from where he was standing.  

"Well now that all the sticky emotions are over, I am getting back to business." He turned around and waved back to the others. "You three enjoy yourselves doing whatever it is you do."  

Ralph rolled his eyes and turned to Mikey.  

"Do you want to play Animal Crossing with me?" Mikey shook his head.  

"Nah, I'm going back to my nap," he said.  

"Alright," Raph said and nudged Leo. "Come on, Lee."  

"Alright, Alright," Leo said exasperated. "Night, bro," he called back.  

"Night," Mikey said and curled up with a smile.  

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I know this is late, stuff happened. Thank you for reading. Let me know if there is anything I should work on.

Thank you to @sariphantom for hosting the Rise August Challenge, which this is inspired by.

@nickelodeon Please save Rise.

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[montanababe7]

Jesus is healing ❤️‍🩹 me.

I’ve had walls up all of my life. My trust in others had been so entwined to the strings attached that were my good ole friend of fear and trauma. I allowed the traumas of my past to speak on who Jessica really was. The Jessica who was so incredibly strong and supportive for others, but never truly appreciated the strength that Jesus had placed in my life.

In these moments of quiet, it has truly been apparent, that I need to remember where my value and who I am is therein.

Even before the traumas took place and even now, in fully retrospect, Jesus is reminding me of who I am. I am not my once former traumas. Jesus wants my heart fully freed, healed, and whole.

I need to start being thankful for all of the beautiful plethora of precious gifts and priceless treasures Jesus has given & fully entrusted me with.

This is a season of thankfulness. I can feel the beautiful magnitude of the precious presence of Jesus flowing on through. This moment in time is very important. I will forever set this season in my memory even when I’m looking back to the time when I’m 👵🏼 old and grey. I’ll remember this moment-that Jesus reached out to my heart and impressed this writing that I needed to jot down.

The journeys have been arduous and long at times. Painful, sorrowful, at moments; and joyful at other times. Jesus has always been there. Jesus has never left my side. Not even once. Even to the times, I didn’t think I had a friend in the world-Jesus was there. Jesus has always been there.

Whatever the future holds, I know Jesus holds the key. One day, I’ll be standing in Heaven with Jesus face to face.

It is my prayer 🙏🏼, that my beloved Husband and precious children know how much I love them. They saved me. In ways that I’ll never even be able to say.

Before meeting my husband, I was d r o w n i n g in my own personal hell. In a world of pain. I always knew how to put on a brave face. I wore many 🖤 emotional 🎭 back than. A different one. My makeup 💄 and hair was always perfect and on fleek. Here’s the thing. Most saw a beautiful face. They saw a perfect picture of a beautiful life I had lived. They didn’t see the broken 👩🏻 woman I was underneath. One thing my mom said years ago. Was accurate. But. Was so painful. I was a shell 🐚. I was sha Tt er Ed glass 🪟 on the inside. A frail porcelain glass 💜heart. Over time, the fragile outer exterior- turned into what some called heartless, abrasive, and me a n. Jessica Wolf, myself became like a cactus 🌵 on the outside, with that porcelain heart ❤️ that I mentioned above was hiding somewhere on the inside. I never wanted anyone to see just how truly broken I really was. I, also wanted to speak Jesus goodness and joy into others, and I, think somewhere I needed to remember and to, remind myself, once more and once again, that I need to know that I mattered to. I have value and worth.

I’m ready for Jesus to heal me. To really. And, to truly heal me. I’m ready to let all the pain go and have the full manifestation of the joy that Jesus beautiful healing ❤️‍🩹 presence brings.

So.

I’m going to focus on the wonders, the beauty, the magnitude, the rich depths of wonders and the glory of the heart of Jesus even more than the painful traumas of the past.

Jesus is here in this moment. He’s healing me. But, guess what, folks. Even as you’re reading this right now, Jesus is healing you, too.

Rest in Jesus presence. He’s waiting to meet with you in the quiet. Past all the noise. In the stillness. His still small voice is whispering for you to draw near and close to the author ✍️ of each of our souls. He loves you far more you or, even, I could ever even possibly begin to e ever imagine.

Remember. Jesus is the prince of peace. He is el Shadi. He is Jehovah Rapha. He is Elohim. Jesus love is more than enough. If he can heal my heart, Jesus can also heal your heart too.

Thanks for listening 👂.

Jessica.

[unfoldingmoments]

A Prayer for Personal Healing

God, you know me so well. You created me. You know the number of hairs on my head and the thoughts conceived in my heart before I ever vocalize them. You've told us to come to you and ask for every need of life. You are Jehovah-Rapha, the God who heals, and you have the final word on my destiny, the number of years I'll live and serve you on earth.

I'm coming to you today as your child, longing to hear from you and asking for your divine healing. There's so much I don't understand about life. But I know that you can make me whole with one touch, one word. Please forgive me of my sins, cleanse me of my unrighteousness, and begin your healing from the inside out.

I don't always know what your will is Lord, especially in times like now, when I desperately seek your face. I offer you no promises, bargains, or deals to exchange for my health. I simply bow my heart before you to tell you the desire of my heart: that I want to spend as many years as I can loving you here, loving others, and wanting to become more like you. However you choose to accomplish that is up to you—and okay with me. If you use doctors to provide healing, give them wisdom to know what to do. Regardless of how you accomplish it, the healing you give is always miraculous. And you deserve all the praise.

I absolutely believe you have the power to heal. You demonstrated that on earth, and you still heal in miraculous ways today. Even when my faith is weak, you say it is enough, and my love for you is strong. And I know you already hold my heart and life in your hands. It's up to you. If I can bring you more glory through healing, then that's what I ask for. That's what I desire.

But if your answer is no, or not now, I know that your grace is sufficient for me. Ultimately, I want your will to be my will. I look forward to spending an eternity with you. But Lord, if you have planned still more for me to do here on this earth, I not only need and want your physical healing, Lord, but a thorough, deep-down cleansing and strengthening—a whole-hearted renewal of all that I am. Because all that I am is yours. Use this trial to strengthen me from a "what-if" faith to a "no-matter-what" faith. And no matter what, I choose to honor you and give you glory. In Jesus's name, Amen. - Rebecca Barlow Jordan Ref: https://www.crosswalk.com/faith/prayer/a-prayer-for-personal-healing.html ----

Jesus, you control all the parts of my body, and you know when they’re not working at their best. Sickness leaves me stressed and steals time from everything I want to do. I’m honest, Lord. I don’t like to be sick. But times like this also make me rest in you, so I thank you for this chance simply to wait on you.

I come to you today asking for your touch, Lord. Help me to be patient and allow you to do your work. If doctors are involved, give them wisdom, and thank you for providing the help I need, however you choose to provide. Whether this is a test, or simply a time to trust, I want my response to honor you.

As my Good Shepherd, I know you will lead me beside quiet places and restore my soul and body. I trust you and want to follow your leading. Help me to welcome this time not as an interruption in my carefully planned schedule, but as an opportunity to draw strength and nourishment for the journey ahead. You are my healer and my Great Physician. I look to you and give thanks for the promises in your Word that assure me of your presence and your help.

Teach me what you want me to learn during these unpleasant times, Lord. Help me not to take out my discomfort on those around me, and show me how to be a good patient while I’m recovering. In these days of sickness, Lord, I’m trusting you and asking you to make me well. And when you’ve restored my health, give me wisdom so I can treat my body as the temple of your Spirit. I’m eager to get back on my feet serving you, but I realize that even in sickness, I can still draw near to you. Thank you, Jesus. Amen!

Rebecca Barlow Jordan

"Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. But even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not, therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows." Matthew 10:29-31 ---

For Miraculous Healing

Father, you can heal us in a heartbeat. We pray for Your miraculous healing today. From depression, life-long disease, sudden failures, addictions and massive handicaps. We pray for miraculous healing because we know you are as capable of fixing our physicalities as you are to hold the oceans in place as the earth spins around. Through Your Son’s death on the cross, we have the opportunity to be healed spiritually. By believing in Jesus we are connected straight to You in prayer and presence. Bless our hearts to believe in You beyond our heart’s capacity. Strengthen our faith where it is weak and strengthen our resolve to linger in Your presence a little longer each day. 

Take our pain away, according to Your will, in Your time. We’re not promised a painless life on this earth, but You do want us to live a happy one. Send Your Spirit to help us see past our circumstances and onto Your calling on our lives. Sickness and injury can’t stop God-placed dreams. Fill our hearts with hope as we wait on You to move in our lives and flow out from our hearts. In Jesus’ Name, Amen. - Meg Bucher

Ref: https://www.crosswalk.com/faith/prayer/prayers-for-the-sick-heal-sickness-with-faith.html

[thelordwhohealsyou]

Unfortunately, healing is not even in the forefront of the minds of most Christians. The subject has been relegated to medical doctors and considered to be the false work of religious charlatans posing as TV evangelists. It seems like most people have given up the hope or expectation of God’s healing, and apart from a quick and simple prayer pertaining to “if it’s Gods will,” nothing much is expected of God as Healer.

Often mainstream theologies claim that God makes us sick for His purpose to be fulfilled in our lives, and we are to be thankful and pray, “If it’s Your will, then heal me.” No one stops to think. No one even examines the biblical veracity of this belief in healing. It seems that the second most popular way to pray for the sick is to pray for wisdom for the doctors. Is there anyone in the Bible that prayed this way? It sounds good, but is it biblical; is it the most effective prayer that can be prayed? It is so thoroughly ingrained in many that it is unthinkable to question this line of thought. The second most popular approach is the opposing view—that it is God’s will for all to be healed and that all one needs is more faith and speaking the Word of God over and over until it is realized.

The problem with both of these views is that they have just enough truth to be dangerous. Now is not the time to expound upon this, but let me initiate a challenge to anyone who wants to debate the subject of divine healing. First of all, read every passage in Scripture regarding healing, disease, sickness, doctors, or any other related topic. Some of this valuable material is included in the Appendix. The material I have provided for you is, no doubt, missing some passages, though I have sought to be extensive in my research. The reason I say it is missing some passages is that the more I poured into the study of the subject, the more I found. Even after writing most of the book, I was made aware that the Hebrew word shalom holds in its definition divine health, welfare, and prosperity. The word saved¹ in the New Testament is sozo in the Greek, and it means “wholeness,” “healing,” and so much more than we tend to mean when we use the word. In order to be absolutely thorough, I would have to examine every use of every one of these words and many more, which I have not done here.

I trust as you read the pages of this book you will be as amazed as I was at how much God has revealed Himself to be Jehovah Rapha, the God who heals. Writing this book has helped me to know my Father better. I have a deeper grasp of the depth of His love and care for me. May you, too, gain a deeper grasp of His love for you as you read.

I have a totally new perspective on sin and God’s loving grace. God hates sin because sin destroys us. He wants us to obey Him because He loves us and hates to watch us experience the consequences that sin brings with it.

My heart is deeply grieved by the conversations I have with students and professors of supposedly mainline theology. Somehow the entire subject of healing for many Christians is relegated to Charismatic theology. The first two points they want to address are almost invariably tongues and/or apostolic succession. If these terms are unfamiliar and their relevance to the subject makes you wonder, don’t worry; these issues won’t be discussed here. (I would consider myself a student of theology, and I end up scratching my head at the relevance of these topics to healing as well.) What amazes me is how easily we can be sidetracked from walking in and experiencing the abundant Christian life as Jesus intended and taught. I’m

reminded of the various religious groups from Jesus’ day who were tripping over truths while Truth Himself walked in their very midst undetected because He didn’t fit within their nice little theological framework. I urge you, please, to set aside any preconceived ideas you have about this subject and take some time to prayerfully study this subject in light of God’s Word. See if there might be something of value through this examination.

Richard Mull, Lord Heal Me.

[killa-trav]

okay here is the post match analysis for the 2-2 draw against barcelona:

okay first things first wow what a game, absolutely amazing from the first whistle right to the last.

tbh the performance itself wasn’t that bad like yes we didn’t win but we put up a fight and i’m very proud of the team today, we played amazing all throughout the 90 minutes and honestly i can’t find too many faults despite it being a 2-2 draw

i’d say the only fault we had was the players just needed to be a bit more confidence w themselves when it comes to finishing. too many times we could’ve easily scored but for a lack of confidence in front of goal.

both of our goals were simply lovely, idk what fred was thinking for the barca goal but we move. at times we were a bit scrappy (like case very nearly scoring an own goal bc he misjudged his clearance) but defending wise this back 4 did an amazing job despite no licha. it will be interesting to see if ten hag will rest licha bc we do have a very packed schedule and don’t want him or rapha or even malacia n shaw to get injured when the backups aren’t the best

in the next leg having casemiro and sabitzer in midfield will help massively bc fred is just not as good as he should be n sabitzer is just that little bit better than him tbh

i think the only thing that made me truly angry was the ref n his very clear bias for barca but there’s no point getting too bogged down by that cos there’s not much that we can do

the return leg at old trafford next week will for sure be a very good game if this one is anything to go off and i’m very much looking forward to it and i hope tra are as loud as ever and the rest of old trafford join in too!!

overall a solid 8.9/10 because we truly did much better than i expected n given barcelona’s form in la liga i always said getting a draw will be fucking amazing bc they are in such good form

it’s back to the prem and to old trafford with leicester on sunday up the reds!

[deaths-blooming-lament]

His eyes widen, looking unto Raphaelis, lips open. You’d think he was offended, if not the crinkle of aged wrinkles underneath his yellow pupils singing a more lighthearted tune, a smile dancing upon his lips.

Ah there you are.

It really was him, no doubt intended,

“I assure you, you mustn’t need to be so humble around me, nor so…self-deprecating”.

Perhaps he let it slip out a little about him being self deprecative. After all, he despised it when Hythlodaeus had done so. He walks back to his throne, bending down with his wine glass and pulling out another, pouring both glasses to the brim. He turns toward Raphael and offering it to him with the same dry smile,

“Now”.

“Tell me what you really want then”.

He gazes back again at Raphael that smile turned a bit crooked, he knows he avoids the question in its entirety, something that he was used to with his dear old…friend,

“Anything”.

He lifts the glass, offering him the second glass, noticing the undeveloped third eye, perhaps a sign of hardship. For a second and a rare instance he thought lost so long ago he sympathized, did he have to suffer? His head tilts a little, he looked down and in perhaps an act of softness he offered a look of sympathy,

“…Even the ugly ones”.

He listens on his question, exactly why he was keen on having him and he tilts his head a little, swirling his own glass,

“I’ve heard from your superiors of your outstanding achievements so short as well…this was to be an awards ceremony as you are well aware, however…”

He did frown, yet not at him and actually sighed,

“Put simply, I need a replacement, a…mutual partnership if you will”.

“As you know I’m heavily guarded but…I’m short on one that is to be with me at all times”.

“You’d live here, your own room, necessities, even your things can be moved here if you so wish”.

He did, not lying at all. The last one had tried in vain to end him and in return , Hades made quick of him to be disposed of, by his own hands. Yet in his truths their was the pounding of his heart, he needed him back, otherwise he may very well be driven back into a state of despair once again,

“…Mm, here is what I can do”.

He goes back to his throne again and rests a head upon his chin,

“Go home and rest upon it for several moons, then I shall come to your families residence and resume matters then and that wish of yours…mm?”.

“I’m sure the sudden change is quite nerve wracking for you, for your humors as well”.

As if forgetting something, his eyes widen and finger points to the air,

“Ah! but before…”

“Your name…so I can be sure to put it in my memory”.

"Oh! Do not be so humble...".

He lifts himself up, perhaps too agile for someone who is nearing the cusp of his prime, despite his mortal body aching for moving so swiftly. Instead, he grabs the wine on the table next to his throne and walks slowly toward him that smile ever so present on his lips,

"I am obligated to offer the perks of this duty, one such that you may be delighted to hear of". He swirls the wine a couple of times, still making that seemingly ever-omnipresent eye contact he seemed to have possessed, "I did say that you and your family will be taken care of and given that hard times have befallen lately.."

It was somewhat true. Hard times had fallen, for the ever-expanding empire was always at War. War required men and resources. Men who went to War with their ideals of glory and patriotism went in blindly with pearly-white smiles affixed upon their faces, unbeknownst to them, the horrors of War. 'Glory be to Garlemeld!'

"I can assure you that you will be paid handsomely, never again will you see yourself struggle, nor your family and kin".

He watches Raphhaelis's hesitance, watches the fear, and frowns. In that unfathomable sadness, he recognizes him and in that sadness does too his tone drop to something soft, in an attempt of his, to have that self-same soul sing out its tunes akin to the sounds of a robin, "Would you not like nice outfits? the taste of butter perhaps?"

"To live...deliciously?" He parts ways, once again returning to his throne his emotions unreadable for just the moment, yet a soft hint of his own sadness lingers, "I implore you then, come join me and I am sure to make sure you are not to suffer once again".

[pensat-i-fet]

A different kind of proposal (Raphael Varane x Reader)

**Got a request to write for Rapha again and, you know, it’s such a sacrifice but I’ll do it just for you 😉 I don’t know how I came up with this specific idea but I think it’s one of the cutest things I’ve ever written so I hope you enjoy it 🥰**

Word count: 1857

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"What are you doing?"

Rapha was startled by your words and closed the drawer so fast, he almost hurt his fingers in the process.

"You scared me. Why didn't you knock?"

"Do I need to knock to get inside my room now? I mean, the bathroom I get but the room? Afraid I'll see you naked?"

He laughed at your joke, still staring at the closed drawer on the bedside table. You noticed that but didn't want to overthink what could be going on. You trusted him.

"Should we order some food or cook?"

"Let’s order", he said. "I want a lazy evening".

"I'm not saying no to that but I have to shower first. Order for me, please. You know what I like".

I hope I do, he thought, looking at the drawer again.

                                       **

After a couple of days, you forgot about that odd moment. So when you were walking around the room, talking to Rapha's mum on the phone, you just checked his bedside table without a second thought. It's not as if it was his solely. It was on his side of the bed but there were things that belonged to him on the one on your side too, so…

"Are you still there?"

"Yes", you said, staring at the little box you saw.

"Did you find it?"

Oh, you found that and more.

"Yes, it's here", you told her, picking the piece of paper with the phone number she needed and reading it our loud for her.

When you hung up, you couldn't help it. You had to open the box and what you found there didn't surprise you. It was an engagement ring. That was why he had been so weird lately. And when was he planning on popping the question?

You took the ring out of the box and tried it on. It fit perfectly and it was so beautiful. Not that you were surprised because if someone knew you well, it was your boyfriend. And…future fiancé? It sounded good to you.

Hearing the front door open and close made you panic and you took the ring off quickly and put it back on the box.

“Are you home?”

“Yes! I’ll be there in a second”.

You ran down the stairs and almost launched yourself at Rapha.

“Hi!”, he laughed. “Someone’s missed me”.

“I always miss you”, you said, staring into his eyes. “But we’ll always be together so…I won’t have to miss you much, right?”

He didn’t understand why you were saying that now, oblivious to the fact that you had seen the ring and were feeling very emotional at the moment. But he nodded and kissed you anyway. Because that was his plan too, to be with you for the rest of his life.

But a couple of days later, he got home early and you didn’t notice because you were in the garden with your headphones on. He was going to say hi to you when your phone rang and he stopped walking not wanting to interrupt you. It was probably a work call.

“Hey, Lils. Thanks for calling back”.

Oh, you were talking to your sister. Well, then he could approach you and say hi to her too.

“Yeah, I’m still freaked out after seeing the ring”.

She’s seen it?, he thought, scared of what your reaction could have been.

“I know. He hasn’t asked me yet, which is good”.

Why was it good?

“Yeah, I need to do something before he does. But it could happen any minute and I’m panicking”.

You could mean many things by that. Maybe you wanted to wear something special and planned on going shopping. You were really into your fashion.

“I know. I just know I can’t let him propose”.

Why would you say that?

Rapha didn’t want to hear more. It was going to make him feel sick. Why didn’t you want him to propose? You were happy, right? It had been almost three years of relationship with barely any bumps in the road. You rarely fought and…you were talking about always being together just two days ago. Had seeing the ring made you have doubts about the relationship?

Rapha decided to go upstairs. He needed to stay away from you for a second to think clearly.

By the time you made it back to your room, he was lying down on the bed with his arms on his face.

“I didn’t know you were here. Are you ok?”

You rushed to his side, fearing he was sick.

“Yeah, just feeling a little dizzy”.

“Do you need anything? Some water, food…I don’t know. Just tell me and I’ll get it for you”.

But he just stared at you. How could you look so worried about him while you were thinking about refusing his proposal to marry him?

“My love, what’s wrong?”

“I think I have a headache. You should leave me alone so I can sleep”.

“I could cuddle you. Maybe massage your temples”, you offered.

“I would rather be alone”.

His attitude surprised you but you guessed everyone was a bit grumpy when dealing with a headache so didn’t worry too much about it and left him alone.

But Rapha didn’t sleep. He kept hearing your words over and over again. “I just know I can’t let him propose”. Why?

He faked sleeping the few times you went to check on him but he knew you’d be able to tell he was awake when you joined him in bed later.

“You should eat something. I can fix you something quickly…”.

“I’ll go get it. It’d be good to move a bit”.

He left without even looking at you. Why was he so weird all of a sudden? It had to be more than a headache. But when you asked him, he said everything was fine. And you wanted to believe it but he was a terrible liar.

“Do you need anything before I sleep?”

He shook his head and you got inside the bed, instinctively moving closer to him to cuddle. And even though he stiffened a bit when you first touched him, he let go of that fear of losing you for a second so he could enjoy the moment. He didn’t understand why you said what you said, but he could feel how much you loved him. And that had to count for something, right?

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Things were slowly going back to normal but you could still feel Rapha being a bit distant. You just didn’t understand why and he wouldn’t tell you either. So your mind went to the only possible option…he wasn’t going to propose. He changed his mind. So…should you even continue with your plan? Or was it going to lead to heartbreak?

“I’m off to the office”, you told him, kissing his cheek. “Will you be back tonight at the usual time?”

“Yes”.

“Don’t be late, please”.

“Ok?”, he was confused by your request. “Is there a reason for that?”

“I just…we need to talk. And…yeah. Just be on time”.

Talk? He thought you were going to bring up the ring. Surely, it had to be that. But your tone was so strange, he feared there was more.

“Ok”, was the only thing he could say.

“See you later. I love you”.

“I love you too”.

But then why were you acting like this if you loved him? His head was a mess full of all the worst outcomes. And so training was a nightmare. He couldn’t concentrate and just wanted to get back home to you. But he also feared coming back home to you.

You were also so nervous. What if this didn’t work out? What if he hated it or felt offended by what you did? But you wanted to do it.

“Rapha?”, you asked when you heard the door open but no more sounds. “Don’t come closer!”

Closing the door to the living room, you ran to the front door where a confused boyfriend was staring at you.

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“What? What would make you think that?”

“Why don’t you want to marry me?”

Where was he getting these ideas from?

“Who says I don’t? Rapha, what are you talking about?”

“I heard you speak to your sister and say you didn’t want me to propose”.

That was why he was acting so strange. You felt such relief knowing the cause for his behaviour that a small smile appeared on your face.

“Is it funny?”

“Stop talking and come with me”, you said, extending your hand for him but he wasn’t sure what to do. “Please. You’ll understand it all if you follow me”:

He finally took your hand and you led him to the living room, where a few packages were placed on the floor.

“What’s that?”

“Open them. Start with 1 and finish with 11”.

So he did that. When he opened the first one he saw an old shirt of his he had forgotten about and one photo.

“Turn it around so you can read the back”.

He followed your orders and started to read, which confused him even more. The photo was one taken on your first trip together and the shirt was one you wore to bed every night you were there. And that you stole before returning home. On the back of the photo, you told him about how much that trip had meant to you. You reminisced about some of the best moments you experienced there as well.

“Number 2 now?”

You nodded.

On each little package, there was a photo and an object that was attached to the memory portrayed in the photo. You could see him smile reading your words and your heart was so full of love for him at that moment.

He took number 11, your number, but you stopped him.

“I picked 11 because that’s our anniversary, 11th of November. Our lucky number. And…what day is it today?”

“The 11th”, he said, realising at that moment.

“Yes. I want to marry you, Rapha. Of course I want to, you idiot. But when I saw the ring by mistake…I didn’t want you to propose to me. We’ve never been a couple that does things the traditional way, have we?”

“No”, he chuckled.

“So I wanted to be the one who proposed to you”, he looked at you, surprised but not too much. It did sound like something you would do. “Open number 11”.

He did and was confused to see a couple of dried flowers but instead of asking, he just picked up the photo to see what it meant. It was a photo of you two at your sister’s wedding. You didn’t catch the bride’s bouquet but the friend who did took a couple of flowers off it for you. Rapha smiled remembering that moment and how you dried the petals to keep forever.

He then turned the photo and saw a very simple question. One he had been planning to ask: would you marry me?

He looked up at you, tears in his eyes like there were in yours, and said yes.

[moxfirefly]

11. “sit on my face immediately”

and

19. “i’m sorry i keep staring, but you’re really the hottest thing i’ve ever seen in my entire life and i don’t know what to do about it”

with raph and female reader. thx<3

Listen I feel like it’s been a hot minute since I gave Raph some love so why not! (I’ve got a bunch of prompts and I’m getting to them slowly but surely friends do not fret!)

So yes, let’s get it.

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

He could look at you all day.

Quite literally so, if Raph had 24hrs to spare and was giving the go away to do as he pleased, he’d spend them looking at you.

Because he’s absolutely addicted to your movements, not just in bed, in general. The way you carry yourself, the way you switch your weight from foot to foot. So much so he’s got it down to precision. He’s been hanging out at your place for a few hours, snuck out and shot a text to Fearless that he’d be busy.

He’d get the riot card read to him, might even get sent to the Hashi for it but right now your doing that thing with your legs he loves so much. Switching from one to another, jutting out your hip and giving him a perfect view of your rear watch time you stood more on one foot. It was a work related call which meant he had to be a good noodle, couldn’t speak, couldn’t complain.

Fine, he could do that. I mean, so long as he can continue to stare at you, run his green eyes over beautiful supple skin that is just way too free of marks.

Preferably so, his teeth.

He lounged against the bed, resting against his arms and not missing how your eyes raked over his biceps. At some point you had turned to look right at him as you continued the business phone call. You watched his eyes rest at your chest, adjusting the straps of your bra out of habit, you enjoyed the way he licked his lips. You raised your eyebrows at how obvious he was, trying not to chuckle while speaking to your boss on the phone proved difficult. Last minute pleasantries exchanged you hung up and placed the phone on the nearest dresser.

“Well?” You crossed your arms (a little on purpose naturally) and delighted in the way Raph’s stupor broke through just enough for him to give you those innocent eyes of his. “What?” He asked sheepishly with a small grin.

“You’ve been staring at me for the past hour I’ve been on the phone, what’s so intriguing?” You knew the answer though, you were in your undergarments (had just been freshly showered when work called).

“I’m sorry I keep staring, but yer really the hottest thing I’ve seen in my entire life and I don’t know what to do about it” He smirked when your cheeks flushed at his words. How he managed to make you feel self conscious and gorgeous all in one was truly a talent of his.

Raph was already hard just imagining ways he could show you just how hot he knew you were. “Take ‘em off” He motioned to your undergarments.

“And who says you’ve earned that?” You chided.

“Cant eat ya out if those are in the way” He spoke matter of fact. You felt your pulse quicken as the thought. With only some mild defiance you slowly stripped for him, only to drive him a little more crazy with want. When that large hand of his palmed the front of his shorts, it took a lot of your resolves to not jump him. “God fucking dam yer the hottest thing in this entire planet, c’mere baby” He beckoned you over as he slipped a little further down the bed to rest on his shell.

You bit your tongue, clearly knowing what he was gonna demand.

“Sit on my face immediately” He nearly purred out with a growl. Climbing on top of him you did just that, your core coming to rest on his face as Raph palmed your rear and gave that first slow and deliberate lick. How easily you could become drenched thanks to his mouth, his tongue licked your folds, swirling around your clit enough times to make you question your reality. Ever moment your body betrayed you and felt like falling he’d be there to grip your rear or thighs harder and keep you afloat.

He churred, deeply and gravely and it was felt right against your clit. Your hands shot up towards the headboard and gripped the metal. By the hundredth circle on your clit, Raph opted to dip his tongue inside of you making you bucks against his face the way he loved so much. That was the thing with the red banded brute, you could rub yourself raw against his face and he’d thank you afterwards. On one to many occasions had you taken his capabilities to hold his breath for your own gain.

Raph did not fucking mind.

The first time he had forced you onto his face in the heat of the moment, it had been heaven. He’d never tasted anything better, never smelled anything more delicious. With just a few licks he had embarrassingly came in his own underwear (and boy had that been an orgasm for the books).

A large three fingered hand landed on your rear, several smacks urging you onto your released sooner than later. You rode him harder, faster, each groan and churr pushing you forwards to rest against the wall of your headboard. How he loved that increasing pitch of desperation coupled with his name, that ‘Raph Raph Rapha-!’ that ended with your body tightening and compressing in on itself with the intensity of your release. He dug his hand onto your hips, steadying you as that gush of wet released fell into his mouth, so tart and delicious he could cum right then if he humped up enough for the friction of his shorts.

Foggy green looked up at you, mostly seeing your tits (and not complaining) the flush of your skin as your high settled and your limbs weren’t stone. On shaking legs you got off, he inhaled and exhaled satisfied with smelling and tasting you. He looked over towards your body, long breaths and that tremble in your thighs he loved so much.

But this wouldn’t do, he wanted more, wanted to see your writhe more, but he also wanted to cum.

“Take a breather, get back on here and maybe use that pretty mouth of yers too” He raised his hips, sliding off his shorts along his underwear.

Your mouth watered at the sight.

[jadethest0ne]

Hiiii

I enjoyed your comic ROTTMNT The Brains & The Brawn, it's something amazing because you've nailed the style, it looks quite similar to the actual style of the series! The expressions, the details, everything is incredible. I know it's going to end soon and well, I was wondering if we are going to be able to see the reactions of the other two brothers when they found out what happened to Raphael, or did Donny and Rapha decide to keep it as a secret? Also, I started to do a lot of research about electricity and it’s effects on the human body so I was wondering if Rapha end up developing any other electrical injury or if he had a heart problem in front of his family.

Well that’s all I have to say, thank you so much for making this comic! I end up doing a lot of research and learning a lot of stuff from the quiz jsjsjsj

Have a nice day/night.

Love your art

Bye byeee

P.S. I apologize for any grammar mistake, I’m from Latam and even though I already learned English I sometimes forget some grammar rules.

Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed my comic and thought the art style was on point! I tried my best to make it feel like an episode from the show!

I don't have any plans on showing Mikey or Leo's reactions to what happened Raph and Donnie. I thought it would distract from the story, which was meant to just be about the two of them. A part of me also does think that they wouldn't tell the other two what happened right away anyway. So yes, maybe it's a secret at first, but they'd probably open up later on.

Raph doesn't develop any heart problems as a result, but as we see there is some nerve damage that he has to recover from. There's also some mental and emotional damage that we might see as well... ;3

I actually learned a lot from researching for writing the quiz, too, haha, so I'm glad I could spread some knowledge around XD

Thank you again, and I hope you also have a wonderful day/night!

(also your English is fine!)