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last-starry-sky · 27 days ago

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kinktober day 31 - scars // monsterfucking - pt. 2

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

poly!141 x f!witch!reader

[MDNI - NSFW - MIND THE WARNINGS: 1.6k, mostly more Halloween party fluff, unwanted attention from annoying, nice guy, coworker Brandon (borrowed from charliemwrites), alcohol/drunkenness mention, vague magical elements, reader is vaguely threatened with violence/worse but nothing comes of it, kissing. no sex in this part.]

tag list (lmk if you'd like to be added!): @slut-lmao, @mishaglass, @jaguarthecat

“Grab some food and drinks, you guys!” you said swirling away as your playlist ended, filling the room with silence. “Everything is on the table in the dining room. You all know where the bathrooms are, and the fire is going out back!”

Being a hostess really did suck sometimes. All you wanted to do right now was hang out with your friends (okay mostly your four guys), but alas, the music wasn’t going to curate itself. You just hoped that everyone, especially Ghost, would acclimate to the busy, party atmosphere.

Unfortunately, this was also when your most annoying coworker, whom you didn’t even want to invite, Brandon, decided to hover around you.

“What music are you gonna play?” he asked as he cozied up uncomfortably close to you, a beer he did not bring swirling in his hand.

“Just putting on a playlist,” you said, stepping into the corner of the room with your tablet, trying to type and escape him at the same time, “Nothing special.”

“You should just let me pick it,” he said following you, drunk, smarmy smile spreading across his face that made your stomach curdle. “You know how much everyone loves my music at work-”

“Okay!” you said shoving the tablet into his hands as you darted away. It was a small price to pay to get him off your ass.

You rushed away into the dining room, taking a breath and calming down before making a round to check if anything needed to be refreshed or put away as you grazed. You were happy to see all of the guys had found their way to the food. Soap was shoveling down Brandon’s almost untouched deviled egg pyramid. Shuffling them from hand to mouth in an efficient assembly line. You snorted, glad someone was finally eating them.

Ghost was standing over the punch, staring into the solo cup in his hand. Your eyes met across the table. You wanted to laugh at his pleading eyes, but instead you flounced over, grabbing a novelty pumpkin print straw out of the jar for him.

“Here,” you said pointing the silly thing in the area of his mouth.

Once he took it in his grubby, wrapped hand, you averted your eyes and walking away to keep from giggling as he put one end in his cup and threaded the other under the gauze.

Thankfully, you ran into Price talking to two more of your neighbors in the sitting room. They were a young couple from down the street. She was dressed as a black cat, her costume-less fiancé had her kitty ear headband on, except they were cocked drunkenly to one side of his head. Seeing his arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders made a spike of jealousy rise in your stomach. They all laughed as Price finished the end of his story, and the feeling faded.

“This real, love?” Price asked, gently palming a crystal ball decorating the top of a stack of antique books on various creepy subjects like the occult and Victorian mysticism.

“Ah, yeah!” you replied, swallowing your bite of cheese. “Saw it in an antique shop and, you know me,” you said with a nervous laugh, “Love all this spooky stuff.”

“Magic, creatures . . .” he said looking around the room. You squirmed, sweating under your felt hat. He had seen most of your house. He knew how you decorated. It was no surprise. Why was he so curious now? “Fascinate you, do they?” he said settling his blue-eyed stare on you.

“It’s so cool how you fixed up this old house,” the girl said dreamily, ignoring Price, as she leaned back against her guy.

“Yeah, we all thought it was creepy until you moved in,” he said, most of his attention focused down on his half-asleep girlfriend. “Haunted or somethin’,”

You laughed nervously again. “I guess that’s why it was so cheap!” you said, trying not to stare as Price ran his hand over the stack of books, reading their titles with interest.

Before they could continue the conversation, you heard the backdoor slam shut. You pulled away, making your excuses to check on the fire.

You shivered as you hopped down the porch steps, wind whipping up a clatter of crunchy leaves as you passed the tool shed. You hated that thing. Even the basement, with all it's cobwebs and clunking old pipes didn’t make the hair on the back of your neck stand on end like that leaning old wooden box, tucked under a scraggly, dying tree. It was stupid, you’ve lived here for almost six months now, and you’ve hung out alone by the fire-pit near the back of your property countless times, but that thing still terrified you for some reason.

Even after performing your janky, amateur, “blessing” ritual from your book, it still bothered you. You were new to this whole “witch thing” though. Maybe this was out of your element. Maybe you should call someone else in to handle it, which, to be honest, you definitely were not going to do. You were a big girl, you’ve handled everything life has thrown at you so far.

You’ve had successes with the small bits of magic you’ve done so far. Like the protection potion you put in the punch. That seemed to have worked . . . a bit. What you were trying to convince yourself was: you were going to handle this fucking shed problem on your own. And that was that.

You eventually made it back to the group lingering around the dying fire. Everyone was finishing up their beers before they headed out. You reminded them to at least try to toss them in the bin to make your job easier in the morning. Again, you wished you could just sit down and enjoy these last few moments with your friends, enjoying the warmth, the dancing red and orange lights, watching the smoke whirl away high into the starry night sky.

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you headed back. There was so much to do now that the party was winding down. You kicked at the gravel with your boots, watching as it scattered off the path into the dark grass, as you absently made a list in your head. You probably have enough containers to pack away the leftover cheese and meats, but unless everyone wants to take cookies you’re going to be left with a mountain of them. The punch you could pour out, but the extra sodas and beer-

“Hey,” a weak voice beckoned you.

You couldn’t tell who it was, but he was partially hunched over, leaning against the tree next to the shed. He sounded like he had just been sick, so squashing your fear, you dashed over to help him.

“Brandon?” you asked, recognizing his obnoxious mustard yellow jacket from the beginning of the party.

You had reached out your hand to touch his shoulder, but when his head jerked up at you, a look of pure malice scrawled across his face, you recoiled back.

“Yeah,” he answered bitterly, spitting on the ground between your feet as he stood. “It’s fucking me.”

He tried to take a step toward you, but he stumbled, grabbing onto the sloughing bark of the dead tree to regain his balance. In the dark, all you could see was him lurch forward, so you dashed back. You spun out of his way so quickly, you didn’t notice the shed until it hit the middle of your back, knocking the breath from you.

He let out an evil laugh when he heard you gasp helplessly for air. You knew he was annoying, but this was a whole different and terrifying side of him. You were stuck in place, shallow breaths in and out all you could manage as he regained his footing, dusted off his jacket, and turned toward you. He wiped his mouth across his sleeve, beady, poison filled eyes narrowed in on you.

“It’s fuck-ing Bran-don,” he said, mocking your usual tone. “Brandon who does . . . fucking everything for you at work,” he spit out with a roll of his eyes, throwing out his hands, “You know that, right? Don’t even ask for a thank you, either. And I’m nice to you! So fucking nice! Unlike all those other guys you throw yourself at.”

He fell forward against the shed, making the dilapidated thing wobble as he landed. You gasped involuntarily and, again, you were struggling for even the slightest breath. He continued his rant, crawling along the wall toward you. Your heart hammered in your chest and all you could do was watch him. It was something out of a horror movie.

“-made food for your stupid fucking party. Just wanted to hang out with you . . . show you . . . show you how good I could be for you. Make you finally see how nice I am. Fuckin’-”

An arm slithered around your waist, pulling you away from the shed and Brandon's outstretched hand.

“There you are, baby,” Gaz’s smooth, familiar voice purred in your ear as he hauled you up against his chest with a kiss to your cheek. “Been looking everywhere for you,” he said looking down at you with half-lidded eyes.

If you could have spoken, you would have called him your savior. You would have screamed and cried and actually kissed him back. You would have held onto him and never let go. As it was, all you could do was gasp out his name as he rubbed at your cheeks with his cold hands. He gave you a smile before turning his piercing gaze on the drunk man behind you.

“Brandon,” he hissed through a smile, fangs bared, “party’s over, mate. You need to leave, or,” he said with a fire-red glint in his eye, “one of us can give you ride. Choice is yours.”

You gripped onto Gaz’s vest, shivering as you heard gravel slowly crunch under his slowly retreating footsteps. You heard him mutter under his breath as he took his time leaving, Gaz continued to stand with you, though. He leaned down, pressing his chilled face to your ear to speak directly to you.

“Still looking,” he whispered, cupping your face in his hands. “Gotta make this believable, ‘kay doll?”

#mw2 #141/reader #141 x reader #poly!141 #starry writes #kinktober 2024 #cod fanfic #cod mw2 #call of duty #ahhhhh sorry this turned into a three parter but now i have all of the next part to spoil yall with ✨SEX✨#also i love gaz. gaz is the best❤️#he can roost his bat in my belfry any day 🦇

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sk3tch404 · 3 months ago

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i NEED to see ghiacchio next, please.....😭😭

You beg and you shall receive

I take hands half seriously 😁😋

The verbal abuse goes crazy but at least he won't give you frost bite the first couple of times!!

When you comply with your mentally unstable tsundere yandere but they're still not very nice with you (unsurpringly you're not the problem!! #survivalskills)

Tbh I had a bit of difficulty bc one, poses/canvas room 💀, two, Ghiaccio as a yandere is very scary due to his 0 to 100 anger. Getting yelled at by a murderous male assassin is actually terrifying irl and just to think about, so here's mildly tame Ghia + him being a meanie with his words as per usual :DD

No glasses ver beloww

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vanillabeams · 11 months ago

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nerdy armin! x reader!

warning!: smut, teasing, flirting, cursing

nerdy armin! who thought you were the most gorgeous girl he has ever laid eyes on and was totally out of his league that’s why he was so shocked when you asked him a question about your school work because who would ever wanna talk to him?

nerdy armin! who can’t even make eye contact with you for a split second whenever you asked him a question once in a while without his face turning beat red

nerdy armin! who, when your leg accidentally grazed over his own he felt his “armin jr” twitch at the feeling of your soft skin touching his

nerdy armin! who gets surprised when you asked him why he never looks you in the eye, his head hangs low and he srugs his shoulders not giving you an actual answer

nerdy armin! who is now helping you with your homework after school in a library

nerdy armin! who still can’t look you in the eyes properly after a while of helping you with work after school

nerdy armin! who bites his lip so hard nearly draws blood from his lower lip when you grab his chin forcing him to look into your pretty brown eyes complimenting his “ i wanna see your pretty blues so much more..” you whisper into his ear.

nerdy armin! who loves your late night phone call rambles that are suppose to be about school work but ends up turning into a gossip session

nerdy armin! who sits on the other side of the phone not saying a damn thing because he just loves listening to your sweet voice

nerdy armin! who is laid out on his bed with only boxers and socks on with his hand in his boxers cupping his balls from the sound of your voice

nerdy armin! who keeps on replying with a shaky “yes” whenever you ask him if he is still on the other end of the phone

nerdy armin! who is now teasing his now sensitive pink tip and almost so close to release

nerdy armin! who moaned slightly too loud nutting all over his hands and phone

nerdy armin! who quickly hangs up the phone when you ask him “ armin are you getting off to-”he was never going to admit to you or let the words fall out of your lips that he was actually getting off to you, he is just too scared of what you’ll think of him.

#i hoped you guys liked my first fic!#first post #first fic #armin x reader #armin arlert #armin aot #armin smut #i love nerds #nerds #attack on titan #attck on titan #❤️#sageee

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aphroditelovesu · 3 months ago

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I would cry for something for a Yan! Lucien Vanserra 🥺💖

"I will love you until the day my existence fades away." — Lucien Vanserra.

❝ 🦊 — lady l: oh, how I miss Lucien, especially the one from the first book 😔 he deserves more, much more! I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes!

❝tw: obsessive behavior, possessiveness, protectiveness, implied death and toxic relationships (?).

❝🦊pairing: yandere!lucien vanserra x gender neutral!reader.

Lucien Vanserra is a devoted, loving and caring male. He has lost so much and suffered so much in his life that all he wants, all he must do, is make sure his loved one is happy and safe. That is all that matters to him and Lucien will make sure his wishes are fulfilled.

He knows that his darkest thoughts are wrong and Lucien tries to fight them at any cost. His greatest fear is hurting you and he will never forgive himself if he hurts you or harms you in any way. He loves you deeply, so much so that the mere thought of hurting you makes him desperate.

Lucien idolizes his darling, puts you on a pedestal and will do anything for you. Ask him for anything and he will do it without question. He wants to please you above all else and will have no fear or qualms about going "too far" in his constant quest for your approval. He wants you to love him, to be as devoted to him as he is to you.

His obsession manifests itself in such a subtle way that you will hardly notice that there is anything wrong with the way he acts. Lucien is good at disguising his feelings and he will only make you feel what he wants you to feel: security and love. He will never let you feel fear or any kind of negative feelings towards him. Lucien cannot let that happen and he will not.

He is a master at hiding his own emotions conducting his interactions in such a way that you only notice the sweetness and dedication he exudes, having lived under the violent control of his "father" and brothers. Even when obsession takes over, Lucien manages to mask any signs of possessiveness with genuine affection, ensuring that you never see the dark side of his love. He controls his actions with precision, always maintaining a facade of perfection so that you never have reason to suspect his intentions.

Lucien's manipulation is more subtle and you will hardly notice it. His smiles, the way his eyes follow you all the time and how words with ulterior motives come out of his lips are very strong clues but again, Lucien will not let you realize how sick for you he is, how desperate. At least, for now.

Lucien is a fae male and as such, he has a high level of possessiveness over his darling. He is not the controlling type, he will never try to restrict you in any way, not when he knows very well how that could end. You will have complete freedom, of course, as long as you never risk your life, Lucien will leave you free to do whatever you wish.

Although he will never act in a way that could hurt you, Lucien is still very possessive and does not like the idea of other males around you, especially if he does not trust them. He will growl, show his teeth and make his disdain clear, his words sarcastic but full of venom and, if it is really necessary, Lucien will drive them away from you permanently.

Having lost so much and suffered at the hands of people who should love him, Lucien is somewhat paranoid and protective of you, but he will always be careful not to overstep your bounds. Lucien is protective to the extent that he can control it, never forcing himself into your life and always respecting your space, even if it destroys him inside. You are more important to him than the obsession that increasingly consumes him.

You are the light that guides him in the darkness, especially after the traumatic events of Under the Mountain. You keep him going, an extra motivation to fight and stay strong. Lucien almost sees you as a kind of deity, always worshiping and adoring you wherever you go. There is nothing this male wouldn't do for you. He will love you, and be devoted and loyal to you completely.

Lucien will spoil you with anything you desire. One of his love languages is to give you things he knows you will like. Absolutely anything you desire, anything you want to ask for, is yours. Just ask and you shall have it. Lucien will feel useful when he can provide for you and he loves the smile you give him when you receive something you like, so ask for it.

Lucien Vanserra is, above all, a man who strives to be worthy of the love he receives. He wants to be the fortress that protects you, the safe haven where his darling can rest in peace, without fear. And it is this devotion that guides him, that gives meaning to everything he does, even if some of these things are monstrous. He knows that true love requires sacrifices, and for him, there is no sacrifice too great if it means your happiness and safety.

#a court of thorns and roses #acotar #x reader #yandere acotar #yandere a court of thorns and roses #dark acotar #lucien vanserra x reader #yandere lucien vanserra x reader #yandere lucien vanserra #dark!lucien vanserra #dark!lucien vanserra x reader #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #headcanons #he's my baby #😟#i just love him so much #❤️❤️

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cyarskj1899 · 28 days ago

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Mind you people say Kanye is acting out to this very day cause he lost his mom years and years ago. Megan hasn’t even gotten a fraction of that grace!

everyone cares about mental health when it comes to Kanye and excuses his antics. You can find articles about his guilt surrounding her death in 2023!!!

but Meg must take full personal responsibility regardless. Megan lost her mom even younger than he did. We don’t see black women as human.

#❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️#This whole case had me changing my opinions and views(at least for the moment)#celebrating the police and the system #being xenophobic towards Canadian people #posting stories with reader plus white celebrities with fluffy or smutty material #nearly being racist towards black men #saying that some of them nigcels deserved to be another hashtag #and backing the death penalty.#megan thee stallion #i’m not sad for her #i’m outraged #i’m just glad she’s in a better place now #those people can speak for themselves they know who they are #and they can go straight to hell #they will pay for their crimes #for sucking that abusers meat #Instagram #As always a loud and sincere fuck you to everyone who has doubted her and supported that Canadian cuntery who must not be named #She went through unnecessary trauma for two years #That’s unforgivable #Next level fuckery #That that type of ish that would lead to an episode of snapped or deadly women #once again #🖕🏿daystar Peterson #annnnn boom #just like that #may all who come against black women rot #Don’t fuck with black women #If you can’t love them then at least don’t harm them #can’t wait to see that sociopath locked up on August 7th.

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brummiereader · 3 months ago

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Why in the hell would tommy freak out like that . He knows what an idiot the brother is she would never do that to Tommy omg I hope tommy gets her back and grovels before she marries Cal

Paranoid and no patience left for Johnathan's antics 😩. Unfortunately, Y/N got the brunt of his reaction 😭. Maybe Grannie will get there in time and sort Cal out before she walks down the aisle...🤞

#brummie responds #my lovely readers ❤️#uptown girl

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youreyeson1y · 2 months ago

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honestly, i can't believe i get to call you mine

or, bang chan in a private but not so secret relationship with you !

PART 4

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a/n: happiest of birthdays to loverboy, best leader, loveliest and most gentlest person to ever exist, my safe space, happiness, comfort, mr. christopher bahng chahn 🤍 thank you for existing

not as happy with this as it was kind of rushed since i'm in the middle of my midterms, but i hope you at least enjoy reading this :v

image count: 21

a/n: and here it was, the last part 🥹 i'll be adding a vv short epilogue (by today). this was such a self indulgent project, and i loved working on it, and tysm for reading it ! (esp for those of u in the taglist like ???? i'm so grateful not even kidding omg 😭)

please lmk your thoughts and please pls reblog so that my work reaches other blogs !! ty 🤍

taglist: @oc3anfloor, @starlostastronaut, @night-storm7, @amarecerasus

bang chan masterlist

#wake up bitches its my man's day #everybody say happy birthday to my one and only 😭#happy chan day!#but honestly though I love this man so much; and just like much of stayville it's not even like romantic love #im just so glad you exist and are able to do what you love and i wish you all the happiness success prosperity and good health in the world #the only reason ever i decided to make this a series is so that i could post this very part on his bday #because someone needs to knock some sense into him 😡❗❤️#bang chan imagines #private relationship smau #bang chan x reader #bang chan #christopher bahng #christopher bang #stray kids #stray kids smau #stray kids bang chan #skz #skz bang chan #skz x reader #bang chan fake texts #bang chan x you #bang chan x y/n #bang chan x female reader #leeb1tm3 #my fic #bang chan smau

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kaq3yma · 3 months ago

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𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 [togame jo]

⸻ a brief mention of bully + shaming, very slightly angst, slight violence if you squint, hurt to comfort.

qeena's brief note: a very short drabble from me to make it up for (?) idk what (੭˃ᴗ˂)੭ if you guys somehow notice it from how i wrote this, im still having a bit hard times characterising togame (all winbre chacs actually (｡•́︿•̀｡) ) im having a hard time rn so very sorry if this is shit but im learning so bare with me TT TT thank u so much sayangsss and happy reading xoxo

As the day draws to a close, the sun gradually sink beneath the horizon creating hues of gold and crimson. You settle on the swing, your feet bring you back and forth as the metal creaks and dip at the slight force. You had a pack of ice on your cheek, a futile attempt to soothe the swollen bump before he came. Without notice, the swing beside you creaks causes you to tilt your head. The prominent yellow colored jacket makes your eyes lit and brighten up.

Togame has two bottles of ramune in his hands. He pops both marbles inside the bottle with frizz spewing out and give you one "What's with all that ice? He chuckles, taking a quick sip of his drink. You shake your head, his chuckle mixing in with your faint laughter "My teacher slapped me because I hurt my classmate." His brows quirk in a surprised manner "...Yeah," You look down, fiddling with the marble inside your carbonated drink.

You look up to stare at him because he said nothing but his face, you can tell by his expression, he's pleading you to begin again. A wry laugh escaped past your lips "He was talking shit about me, calling me ugly. I was so pissed off... I think I broke his nose." That earns you a laugh from Togame. You look at him, offended that he find times to laugh when you're being serious and swollen. His laughter trails off and he stare at you "You should've gauge his eyes out, that can make sure he's really blind." You scoff, laughing at his reckless and playful demeanor "I'm serious, you dork. Why are you being so violent?" You huff, drinking half of your ramune in frustration.

Suddenly, he gets up and push his hands inside his trouser jeans "Let's go." He walks off and you look at him, baffled "Where are you going, idiot? I was just getting comfortable." Sighing, you pick your stuff and run after him.

The two of you walk alongside each other, finding spots to take a breather "You..." His raspy voice caught you in trance and you look up, one brow furrowed upwards "Huh?" He shake his head, picking his glass up from the bridge of his nose to adjusted it "You are actually really pretty, Y/n." You grin, nodding your head at him as a confirmation to his tender words. Togame hold, no, grasp your hand firmly and put them in the pocket of his jacket.

You look at him from the side, and because of his round glass, you couldn't make out his green irises. The Shishitoren second-in-command look down at you, tightening his hold on you. However, when he look down, your reflection flashes into your eyes, ables you to look at your face, your pretty face.

The next day, you woke up and get ready for school. You look at yourself in the mirror, feeling all giddy and confident about today. You pack your stuff inside your bag and hurry out to school. You didn't check your phone when it buzzes but it's a text, from Togame and it says; "Have a nice day at school."

When you arrives, you notice a particular seat is empty. It was that guy's. You look at one of your classmates, asking them for his whereabouts since it's unusual for him to be absent but they mindless shrug you off, saying they had no idea. Unbeknownst to you though...

"What can I do? It's your fault for picking up on my girlfriend, anyway~" A swift blow erupt from the narrow alleyway and this time, Togame knows, the guy's nose is broke, for real.

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fizzywashere87 · 4 months ago

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OKAY OKAY SO I WAMNA REQUEST LIKE 2012 RAPH HAS A CRUSH

AND HIS CRUSH IS THE MOST DENSE MF EVER LIKE RAOH WILL FLIRT WITH EM AND THEY'LL BE LIKE "awe thanks!" Just really oblivious lol

notes: OMGIE YESSSSS THIS IS CUTE (it has been rotting in my inbox for a few weeks months and this i apologize for) also i didn't know if you wanted hc's or a fic so i js went with a fic for this one BUT I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS TYSM FOR REQUESTING ML I HOPE YOU ENJOY!! 🫶🫶

Warnings: Gn! Reader, Fluff? Slight crack ig, Rushed at the end kinda

M.List

Think Babes, Think!

Raphael and his brothers were training in the dojo, as usual. Nothing new, nothing to bat an eye for, though Raphael was somewhat distracted. This was not usual.

What was he thinking about that made him so distracted you ask me?

Them.

Who's them?

(Name)

He's gonna try and flirt with them today, that's why he's so worked up.

Raphael is put against Donatello today in their sparring matches, and while they circle each other just waiting for Master Splinter to give them the 'go,' Raphael can't seem to shut his thoughts up.

They probably don't even like you back.

You're an ugly, gross mutant, they're human and just perfect, no human wants to be with a mutant, nonetheless one like them.

Ugly green freak-

His anger was beginning to show on his face. Donatello noticed, raising a non-existent brow, he started, "Uh- Raph-"

"Haijime!"

Raph lunged at Donnie right away, which the taller turtle narrowly dodged, causing Raph to tuck and land on his knees for him to quickly get back up again. The rest of the sparring match was a blur, Raphael was just angry.

"Yame!"

He came back to his sense when he heard Donnie groan from the floor as he stood over him panting slightly. He wasn't as angry as he was a few seconds ago, but the feeling of anger definitely lingered. Donnie got up, Leo and Mikey were already seated on their knees, Leo having won that match. "Uh, Raph, you look, like extra angry dude-" Mikey spoke up prompting Raph to whip his head at his younger brother and send him a glare.

"I am not angry." He spoke through gritted teeth, Mikey put his hands up in mock defense as Donnie and Raph go to sit on their knees beside their two brothers. Master Splinter stands in front of his four sons his hands clasped behind his back, the boys wait to hear what he's about to say, Raph, with an angered look on his features.

"You boys did-"

"Casey! Cut it out!"

"I didn't do nothin' red!"

"Say on God, we both seen you Jones!"

Master Splinter sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose at the certain ruckus going on at the new arrivals if you'll call them that, Leo also seems to sigh, the rest of the brothers unphased.

At the sound of their voice, Raph's anger was immediately lifted a ton, and he thought about his plan to flirt with them today. He didn't know how he was going to do it, but he was going to. His attention turned back to his sensei when he heard another sigh come from him. "You boys did well today, remember your strengths, hide and let go of your weaknesses. We will resume our training tomorrow."

"Hai sensei!" The boys say together, bowing slightly before getting up and meeting their human friends who're in the living room.

As the four boys walk in, April gives a warm smile and wave, (Name) flashes their usual grin, and Casey continues munching on popcorn. Donnie runs to April first much to Casey's dismay and he gets ready to pick a small fight. Mikey, as usual runs to grab a comic book and he plops on the couch next to Casey, giving (Name) a fist bump, Leo also walking over to greet and join his friends. (Name) looks to Raph who seems to be taking the soul out of that poor punching dummy.

(Name) walks over to him, smiling slightly. "Hey Raph, what 'cha up to?" They ask talking over his quieter grunts. He pauses for a moment, looking at them and sighing slightly, (Name) didn't pick up on it.

"Nothing, just punching." He replies, crossing his arms, they look at the dummy and back at him, nodding in understandment. He really wanted to say something sweet to them, something that would give them the hint. This was so, so, not like him. He's not supposed to care about this, the only thing he's supposed to care about is punching aliens and taking down Shredder. So why, why was he so persistent with this?

Although now that he thinks about it, he may have to be a bit more straightforward with (Name). There was that one time...

"Hey." Raph says as a greeting, seeing (Name) walk into the lair, they plop down on the couch next to him, and he sets his comic down.

"Hey Raph! What's up?" (Name) smiled and started idly tapping their foot on the ground. This was his chance, why was he doing this? Never mind that he's doing it, no matter how soft he comes off as.

"You," he clears his throat, "you look cute today." Raph says mentally cursing himself at the way he sounded and how they easily could've taken that as him implying they don't look cute everyday.

(Name) pauses for a moment, taking in his words. A bright smile etches across their face and she gives him a thumbs up. "Thank you Raph! You look pretty good yourself!" They stay quiet for a moment before speaking up. "You okay? It's totally not like you to give out compliments like that!" (Name) tilts their head a wave of concern washing over their adorable human features.

Raph was dumbfounded, shocked even. He stayed quiet for a moment as he processes how his flirting just flew over your head. Were they playing dumb with him to avoid rejecting him? he wouldn't blame them... (Name) was a human and he was an ugly green freak!

"What do you mean?! I can't compliment people?!" He plays the angry and defensive card to get out of that one.

(Name) watches as he punches the dummy, looking over how his muscles flexed at certain points, taking it all in. They wished he seen them the way they do. Why can't he like them back?

Raph stops his punching and turns towards (Name), he took a deep breath and sighed. "(Name), can I ask you something?" He sounded almost nervous? What was wrong?

"Of course Raph! What's up?" (Name) asked slightly concerned, it could be anything at this point. (Name) was hoping he'd get it over quickly so they don't have to wait any longer in suspense.

"Would you," Raph clears his throat, "Would you want to go out sometime?" His tried not to wince as his voice took on a higher pitch at the end.

(Name) thought for a moment, was he asking them out? Probably not, either way they would love to go. "Sure!" They smile, "Any specific reason?" They ask curious as to why Raph of all people would want to go out with them.

Raph sighed audibly through his nose. Welp, this was going to be all or nothing. Time to rip the bandaid off for this one. "I was asking you out on a date." He crosses his arms he scoffs. "Forget it, you wouldn't want to go on a date with an ugly green mutant. Stop playing stupid with me." Raph walks off, angry and a little sad.

(Name) pauses for a moment, as if something wet had just hit them in the face. "What?" They mumble. "Raph wait!" They call out and Raph pauses.

"What do you want?" Raph turns around to face them again, although he didn't really want to. (Name) lightly jogs up to him. "I would love to go out with you, I just didn't think that you liked me like that..." (Name) says rubbing the back of their neck awkwardly.

Raph raises a brow, a small smirk on his face. "You really are that dense." He said crossing his arms, getting an eye roll from (Name)."Where were you thinking we go?" (Name) asks, referring to their up coming date, completely disregarding his (lighthearted) insult.

"Mr. Murakami's place, it's not like I can go anywhere else." Raph says as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. (Name) shrugs and nods. "You do have a point there." They smile at him and plant a kiss on his cheek.

"Pick me up at 8 on Friday!" (Name) skips off to go hangout with April who was seated on the couch engrossed in her laptop for school. Raph was left there with pink cheeks and wide eyes, his jaw slightly agape.

Wow.

@fashionablysouly @serendipitous-girl

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