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writingchalamet · 5 months ago

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Angels Like You III

Angels Like You

Angles Like you II

A/N: The slow burn is burning, thank you guys so much for all the love on this story so far I promise things will only get better from here!

Word count: 3.1K

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, mentions of abuse, fluffy Bucky

Chapter III

Sunlight streamed through the curtains, painting golden beams across the room, warming Bucky's cheeks as he woke. His ears twinged with the faint sound of pans clattering downstairs, further drawing him out of slumber. Trailing down the stairs Bucky found you bobbing along to some music softly playing from your kitchen speakers while you cooked, Forrest sitting in his high chair eating fruit swaying his head to the music.

The smile that adorned his face while he watched the pair of you was filled with adoration, his chest feeling full and warm as if he belonged. You turned around to place slice of toast on Forrest's high chair jumping as you noticed Bucky standing in the doorway. You clutched your chest, laughing as you approached him. "You made me jump" His hand reached to rest on your on the mid section of your back, rubbing up and down. “Sorry doll wasn’t my intention, what you got cooking over there” His hand stayed in place, tingles shooting through your spine at the feeling. His head nodded over to the cooker where, the longer you stood here and stared into the blues of his eyes, the more likely it was for the food to burn.

“Oh, I was just making some breakfast for us, to say thank you for everything… Uh there’s bacon and eggs, sausage, pancakes and a bunch of other stuff, thought it would be different from your usual raisin bran” You joked with him, unintentionally getting closer and closer with each sentence. “Well, it all smells amazing.” Bucky lowered his face towards yours, noses nearly touching. Your, breathe caught in your throat as you starred up into his eyes, losing yourself for a moment, you felt Bucky tug you closer, barely a centimetre, nose brushing against the side of yours. “Mama!” You’re pulled from the moment and dragged swiftly into reality by the voice of Forrest, throwing his toast on the floor. Clearing your throat, you stepped away from Bucky, heat rising painfully to your cheeks.

“You all done baby?” you ask the rhetorical question, turning fully to face your son, he nods, raising his arms to be taken out of his highchair. You pull him out and walk him into the living, placing him down in his play creche. You come back to the kitchen to find Bucky serving up the breakfast from the stove. You walk to stand next to him, bumping your hip against his as you reach him, “I’m supposed to be doing that” Bucky turns his head to look at you, smirking as he placed bacon on the plates. “You do it every day, let me take care of it, go and sit down” eyes widening at the order, but you followed non the less. Bucky smiled as he placed your breakfast down in front of you, Buck deciding to take the seat just next to you. You spoke back and forth as you ate, passing stolen looks between one another.

Yourself, and Sarah watched as Sam and Bucky chased the boys around the front garden along with other kids from the street, all clambering over the men for their attention. You sipped your drink coquettishly as you eyed Bucky. His eyes meeting yours every now and again, lips turning up into a smirk. Sarah laughed as she looked between the two of you. “Damn, you really letting that man do a number on you huh?” Sarah shook her head as she spoke. You tutted slapping your hand against her arm. “I don’t know, it’s just nice for Forrest to have a male figure around I guess.” Your eyes continue to follow Bucky as you speak, watching how he plays with Forrest, taking him in his arms, tickling his belly. Sarah watches the small smile that etches its way onto your face when you look at the pair. “Has something happened between the two of you?” Her wide-eyed gaze makes you feel as if you were under a magnifying glass, she could always see straight through you. “Not exactly…” Your stare remains forwards on Bucky, and that’s telling enough for Sarah, as if you were under some sort of spell drawn to him, she laughed quietly, sipping her drink.

Forrest giggled while Bucky chased him around with the other kids. His laugh ringing in the super soldiers’ ears sounding like a sweet symphony. He sat with the toddler in his lap while the bigger kids still played, the little boy relaxing into his frame, Sam sat next to him drinking his beer, across the lawn he could see Y/n’s tender gaze following her son. Their eyes meet and they share a knowing nod. “So, you gonna tell me there’s nothing going on between the two of you?” Bucky ignores Sam’s comment, opting to play with Forrest’s curls instead. “Oh, that’s how it’s gonna be huh?” Bucky licks his teeth in annoyance turning his head to the side to face Sam. “Just leave it alone, she’s been through a lot, she doesn’t need men boggling all over her” he scoffs shaking his head. “So, you admit it, you have been looking” Sam nudges Bucky just to wind him up all the more. “Sam.” He warns. “Bucky” Sam jokes. “Mama” Forrest points over to his mum with both hands, the men now discovering that Sarah and Y/n were walking towards them. Bucky let go of Forrest and watched as he toddled over to her, Y/n already crouched down on the ground arms open ready to receive him.

“Hey” You smiled as you stood to your full height, Bucky now standing, coming to position himself beside you, holding Forrest between the two of you. His flesh hand tickling Forrest once more, then sliding down grazing your hand. The moment not going unnoticed by Sarah and Sam, who shared a look smirking at each other. “So, guys Sam and I were thinking, we could take care of Forrest tonight and you guys could hang out” Sarah gave Sam a nudge as he uttered out a ‘huh?’ under his breath. “Oh yeah, we’d love to hang out with the little guy and-” “Are you two trying to parent trap us?” you cut off Sams babbling and eyeball the pair of them accusingly. “What’s a parent trap?” Bucky asks confused. “Oh, come on!-” “only one of the best films ever made-” “How have you never seen the parent trap!” you all spoke over each other, Bucky raising both his hands jumping to his own defence. “Jeez sorry, forget I asked.”

Forrest lifted his arms towards Bucky and started mumbling “bu…bububub” You all go wide eyed, and you have to practically pick your jaw off the floor. You hand Forrest over to Bucky and observe the way he nestles his head into his chest, something he seems to love doing. “Seriously, I’ve known you since birth and you can’t be bothered to learn my name!” Sarah jokingly scolds your son. “Come on now, Bub is easier for him to say than Sarah” you sass back. “Aw, have you been calling him Bub around the house?” Sam reaches up to pinch Buckys’ cheek, earning a harsh glare from the pair of you. “No” you both say in unison. Sarah changes the subject. “Okay, so I’ll take Forrest for the night and you two can go out for dinner or something”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this, I’m gonna kill you” you chided Sarah through your ensuite door. “You’ll have a good time” she shouted back. You come out having done your makeup and hair, Sarah was flicking through your wardrobe finding something when she turned to look at you. “Wow” “does it look bad?” you panic, tugging your hair, turning to look in a mirror. She comes to stop your fidgeting grasping your hands. “No, you look beautiful, I just don’t think I’ve ever seen you wearing makeup before, you look great.” She nods at you smiling, brushing your hair back into place with her fingers. “I found this dress in the back of your closet, I think it will look nice, one suggestion though?” you nod in acknowledgement, “Please don’t wear your ugly ass maternity bra you always wear, please tell me you have some nice underwear!” you gasp and smack her arm “he’s not gonna see my underwear!” “He might!” you cringe at the thought, feeling your entire body flush. You had never been with anyone apart from Matt, and those wear the most unpleasant experiences imaginable. He had littered your body with scars, reminders that he was in your life permanently.

When you enter the kitchen where Bucky is sat , wearing a black slip dress and heals, he feels although he might have died and gone to heaven, because surely it was an angel that just walked into the room and stole all the breath from his lungs. He forgot all about the troubles that plague him daily and could only focus on you. “You, uh… you look beautiful” he scratched the back of his neck bashfully, looking you up and down. You carry on towards him, until you’re stood just in front of him, taking in the sight of him. He wore dark jeans and a long sleeve button down, that fitted so perfectly over every muscle it was like it was a piece of him. “You look good too” you never wanted to meet his eyes for fear of never being able to look away again, but you willed yourself to, admiring the blue swirls and the way his pupils dilated when you complimented him. “You ready to go?” he held out his hand for you to take, leading you out of the kitchen and out the house. Unknowing that Sam and Sarah were watching from her kitchen window as the pair walked down the driveway closely side by side.

The restaurant was quiet, dimly lit with fairy lights and candles, music playing quietly throughout the room. You and Bucky were tucked away in a corner booth, barely any space between the pair of you, your knees knocked together when either of you shuffled around nervously, but neither of you minded. The waitress approached your table offering another round of drinks which you thankfully accepted. As she walked away again you could feel Bucky’s eyes trailing over, raising that fire to your skin once more. “What are you staring at?” you whisper, eyes locking with his. “You, you’re beautiful” he retorted simple enough, but it still took your breath away. You looked down into your lap, picking at your fingernails, a nervous habit you had picked up through your previous relationship. “Do you not believe me?” his voice was low and assured. “I… Um… I just guess no one has ever really said anything like that to me, other than my parents, and Sarah…” You continue to look down, “I guess after everything, I just don’t feel pretty, he liked to make me feel bad you know… to keep me I guess-”

Bucky cut you off. “Hey, we don’t have to talk about any of this if you don’t want, we can just have a nice evening” he brushed the hair out of your eyes, unintentionally brushing against your scar, his touch so soft unlike the one that had given it to you. “No, it’s fine, it’s only right I tell you. You’ve spent all this time looking out for me and Forrest and you still know nothing about me.” Your waitress came back with your drinks placing them down on the table with a smile, you both thanked her before she turned away. You took a sip of your drink as Bucky examined the way twitched around anxiously.

“I met him when I was 22, my nana had left me her café in her will, so I’d been running it for about a year and it was the happiest I had ever been. When we first met it wasn’t so bad, he was semi sweet I guess, would take me out to the movies and stuff, but he was possessive, if a guy even so much as looked at me he would attack them, I guess I should have left then, but I’d never had a boyfriend before, so I didn’t know it wasn’t normal. When I moved in with him that’s when things really got bad.” You stop to breathe for a moment, eyes not moving from the candle flickering on the table, watching how the wax dribbled down the stick. Bucky reached his Vibranium hand into yours, the cool of the metal soothing your flushed skin.

“As soon as I moved in, he treated me like a maid, which I didn’t mind, but if I ever missed something, he would get mad. I remember the first time he hit me like it was yesterday. I had done the washing up but didn’t put it away like he’d asked, I told him he could do it for once, and he slapped me… I can still feel the way it made my cheek burn.” The lump in your throat was hard to swallow as you carried on. “He’d hit me for every little thing I did wrong, to the point I’d be going into work with black eyes telling customers I fell down the stairs, I’d always heard about those women who lie about being hurt by their partners, but I refused to believe it was actually happening to me. The bruising was so bad sometimes I couldn’t go into work, that’s when he suggested selling the shop… To save face… I couldn’t believe what I was hearing but I went along with it anyway, thought it would be easier to do as I’m told then risk the consequences of saying no.” You huffed. You felt the odd tear slip down your face but chose to ignore them.

“The worst was probably when he’d had a party, and I sat next to one of his friends, he didn’t like that, he wouldn’t let me speak to people, he limited who and when I spoke to people, I probable only saw my parents three times in the five years we were together. Anyway, once everyone had left, he went on a rampage, I was kicked into next Christmas, and he threw several glasses at me, a few of them smashed and one piece got stuck in my face” You pointed to the scar by your eyebrow. “I got taken into the ER, and I had a broken collar bone and a few cracked ribs, he told me when I got back that if I ever flirted with his friends again, he'd kill me”

“Why didn’t you leave sooner?” Bucky’s jaw was tensed, the muscles under his shirt tight with anger. “I never had a reason to, I thought I deserved everything that happened to me, then I found out I was pregnant, he instantly assumed it wasn’t his, told me to ‘deal with the problem or he would’ I knew I had to get out of there then, I had a reason. I took his car when he’d left for work, I didn’t know where I was going, I knew I couldn’t go to my parents in Cali, he’d find me, so I just carried on driving until I got here.” Bucky wipes away the stray tears that fall down your face, and holds your cheek in his hand, tugging your chin up so you meet his eyes. “Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me all that, I know it’s not easy dealing with traumatic bullshit” he nods assuring you he understands, and it’s all you need. “Thank you” you whisper, a small empathic smile gracing your lips. You pull forwards into his embrace and wrap your arms around his shoulders, resting your head in the crook of his neck, you take in his scent, he smells like the perfect mix of wood and spice, the fragrance filling your nose. His arms wrap around the small of your waist, hands spreading against the silk of your dress, digging in as if to pull you closer. His lips moved to brush against the shell of your ear. “Wanna get out of here?” his voice low. You only nodded without pulling away.

You soon reached the front door of your house. You couldn’t help as you walked down the driveway but nosily check Sarah’s house, noticing all the lights out in the front of the house, a good indicator everyone was in bed. Before putting the keys in the door, you turned to face him, not knowing if you have a sudden burst of confidence from the alcohol you’d consumed or the way he had listened to you tonight. “I really like you.” You nodded quickly assuring yourself it was the right thing to say. “I like you too.” Bucky agrees with a laugh. “No, I mean I really, like you. And I like the way you are with Forrest, and the way you look after us, while barely knowing us” This time you look into his eyes, finding his usual blues replaced by dilated pupils. He spared a breath, jaw ticking as he looked over your face dictating your next move.

With one strong Vibranium arm around your waist he pulled you into him, planting his lips firmly on yours. A short, sweet peck that lasted no more than a second before he pulled away. Stormy eyes returning, searching yours for a response. Your arms wrap around his neck, drawing him back to you. You pressed your lips against his enjoying the soft feel of his working against yours. The kiss was passionate, unlike anything you had ever experienced before, his tongue glided along your bottom lip, a faint moan falling from the back of your throat as his tongue pushed through, his hands gripped at your waist harder, one gliding along the curvature of your back, down to rest on the top of your bum. Your fingers laced through his hair tugging in appreciation. He took a step forward pressing himself right up against you, needing to feel you closer to him. You let out another louder moan as his tongue swirled against yours, he backed you up to the door, trapping you, not that you minded. His mouth left yours and you chased hi with another kiss, he laughed softly at your eagerness, his lips caressing the side of your face, kissing over your scar, as well as your cheek and jaw. “We should go inside” he teased. Nodding eagerly, you unlocked your door, practically pawing at each other as you stepped into the house.

Hearing the kitchen light switch on, you pulled apart, just enough to see what was going on, Bucky’s arms still around your waist, yours on his chest, but the smiles on your faces soon turned sour. “Well, isn’t this cosy” Your eyes widened, you felt yourself shrink into yourself, only this time Bucky was there behind you to protect you from the start. “What are you doing here Matt?”

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luza-wayne · 6 months ago

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accompany.

murasakibara atsushi x reader

wc: 1.5k

he's my top 2 husband btw, hehe. i luv me some bigbois

“what should i do?” you sighed.

you hold the box with your office belonging inside tighter.

why’d they suddenly choose to lay off their workers?

i know they’re just a small company, but that doesn’t mean that they shouldn’t be considerate of their workers. they forced us to resign without even giving us a heads up first.

you all better make sure my back pay is well computed and correct in amount.

you sighed again.

past few weeks have already been so hellish and now this?

another deep exhale came out of your mouth.

“well, for now, let’s get yourself a meal, (y/n).” you told yourself to get off some steam because of your ex-company.

with your back slumped, you walked around the shopping district to find yourself some delicious food. your eyes wanders around to the variety of showcases put in front of every shop.

nothing really piques your hunger.

while walking, your orbs captured a shop across the street.

“cake shop?” you whisper.

sweets are not really my forte, but right now, i’m salivating for some.

hmm…

okay, (y/n). let’s get us some cake.

you waited for the traffic light to change before walking to the other side of the street. you went straight to the shop and looked at their “today’s menu” board.

chocolate mousse…

sounds delicious.

you fixed yourself and were about to open the door when someone suddenly talked beside you.

“hey…”

you quickly turned around and found a chest, or even lower. you looked up and saw a purple head gazing at you.

titan!

“y-yes? are you talking to me?” you asked.

he nodded his head.

“can i come with you?”

“huh?”

a few seconds of silence.

you both stared at each other without muttering a single word.

when you realized he’s not going to elaborate further what he means by that, you took it upon yourself to ask him.

“um, sorry. what do you mean by that? you want to come with me?” you pointed at the shop. “you mean here?”

he nodded again.

“okay…? i guess… i don’t see any problem with that.”

can’t you just go in by yourself?

you pushed the door open and he quietly followed you behind.

does he just want someone to open the door for him?

you released the door when he got inside. you walked to the counter and finished up your order. they gave you a number and you went to find a seat, but…

why is he still following me?

when you found an open table, you took a seat. unsurprisingly, he did too.

what the hell is wrong with this guy?

“um, do you still need something else?” you asked him.

he was taking something out from his duffle bag. it was a candy snack. he opened it and took some in his mouth.

“why are you asking if i need something else? are you a waitress?” he said with a straight face and continued munching his snack.

“what—”

“why do you have a box full of office things? did you get fired? don’t mind.” he cut off with a monotone voice.

what’s with this guy?

“you know, i don’t have the energy to argue with someone right now. please spare me from your snarky remarks.” you said and looked away.

“i wasn’t trying to be snarky, though. that was meant to be comforting.” he replied, his snacks that he just opened, already finished up.

“you thought that was comforting?” you raised your one brow and looked him dead in the eyes.

he nodded. you sighed and shook your head in disbelief.

really… what the hell is wrong with this guy?

you looked at him while he searched for something to eat in his bag that will satiate his hunger for now.

what else does he want?

hmm…

from the looks of it, he seems like an athlete— no, he’s definitely an athlete. his height gave it away.

basketball or volleyball? i wonder which sport he plays.

what if he actually plays baseball? haha. that would be a plot twist.

“why are you staring at me? hm… did you fall in love with me?” he muttered as he munched continuously.

“ah—! of course, i didn’t!” you refuted and immediately looked away.

damn, i didn’t even notice i was staring for that long.

well, that sure was embarrassing, but i can’t believe he can straight-faced call out someone and ask them if they’ve fallen for him.

i don’t know if he’s just one confident man or just straightforward. or a jerk.

“table number 23.” a man holding a tray said.

you both looked at his direction and saw him already putting down your food.

“enjoy your food.” he muttered before turning around.

your eyes formed hearts in it as soon as you saw the cake in front of you. you were so focused on it you almost forgot you’re sharing a table with an unknown person.

you peeked up at this said person and was surprised by the amount of food in front of him.

“what is this? are you going to eat all of that?!” you asked.

“i've actually held back on ordering because we have an official game later.” he said and started eating the fruit cake first.

“what?! you have a game later?! how laid-back can you be to be eating right now?!” you asked him. it's as if the freaking out that he should be feeling is now transferred to you.

“look.”

he shook his head and showed you his phone.

the screen showed messages and call notifications from who seemed like his coaches and teammates.

“they're looking for you already. god, some of them are already cursing you out.” you uttered as you read.

“i snuck out. but it's fine, because aka-chin is still in the plane because their flight was canceled for a few hours.” he explained.

“aka-chin?” you tilted your head.

“our captain. we're playing with some foreigners who wanted to have some revenge on us. we've already beaten them like five years ago and now they said they're getting their payback.” he added.

“heh… what sports are you playing?” you inquired.

“basketball. hey, aren't you going to eat? if you're not eating yours, then can i have it?” he said and went to try to snatch your plate, but you immediately evaded his long-ass limbs.

“no! i'm going to eat this! stop stealing my cake!” you defended your pastry and hid it away from him.

he pouted for a bit before focusing back on his own food.

you then didn't waste another time and started digging on your chocolate mousse cake.

“mhm! so delicious!” you rejoiced as you took the first bite.

so, he plays basketball. wait… i think i heard some news about that in the past. foreigners playing against japanese players…

“ah. vorpal swords, right? your team's name.” you questioned and he just nodded as his mouth was full.

wow, i can't believe i'm eating with someone who basically represent our country—

“wait, why were you waiting outside in the first place?” you said.

he looked at you.

“because i didn't want to eat alone.” he plainly said.

“yeah, everyone can guess that. but, why'd you have to eat with me?” you asked and took another bite.

“because everyone else came in with their partner and you were alone. i don't want to stand out by coming in alone.” he answered as he finished another plate.

no, your height alone can steal everyone's attention.

“oh, i thought you wanted to eat with me because when you saw me you fell in love.” you joked, trying to get back at him for his joke earlier.

“i didn't fall in love with you at first sight, but i think i'm starting to.” he said without missing a beat, not even stopping his hands from stuffing his mouth with more desserts.

“you—! don't go saying things like that! jeez, you'll create some misunderstanding!” you pointed at him, flushed with his sudden bluntness.

he looked at you confused.

i'm serious, though. he thought, but decided to brush it off and just continue eating.

you started fanning your hands over your face to create some air.

“gosh, it's suddenly so hot.” you segues.

suddenly, his phone rang with a notification.

“ah. aka-chin has already arrived.” he said sadly.

noticing this, you smiled comfortingly at him.

“are you going now?” you asked him.

he nodded.

he immediately readied his things and finished his food. he stood up and slings his bag on his shoulder. he looks at you and slightly bow his head.

you smiled at him.

“thank you for accompanying me.” he thanked.

“bye-bye. thank you to you too. somehow, i forgot my problem for a while while talking to you.” you told him as you hit the box with your foot which is the problem you're referring to.

you waved at him and he turned around. he took one step towards the door then he suddenly turned around.

“what? did you forget something?” you asked.

“next week. same day and time. i'll be visiting this place again. can you accompany me again that time?” he said, looking at you earnestly.

“what? is this your way of asking me out on a date?” you teased.

even though it's faint, you can definitely see how his ears slowly turned red.

you chuckled.

“sure. i’d love to accompany you.”

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kdogreads · 2 years ago

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Perfect Strangers

Dean x Reader smut

Summary: You wander into your favorite bar to relax after a long day. When a tall, dark and handsome hunter walks in, you end up in his car making questionable decisions.

TW: Alcohol, spanking, car sex; please let me know anything else

Word count: 3225 (oops lol)

A/N: I got a little carried away on this one. Please let me know if there are any mistakes and all feedback is welcome! Enjoy at your own risk ;)

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The only thing you could think about right now was how desperately you wanted a damn drink. This last demon hunt really kicked your ass — literally. The demon knocked you on your butt during the fight and it was really damn sore; not that you’d admit that to anyone. You pulled into your favorite dive bar and let out a sigh of relief. Finally, a chance to relax.

You recognized some of the cars there as other hunters. This was a hunter hotspot, after all. Friends, colleagues, and perfect strangers alike all gathered here to pretend they were normal people with normal jobs for a few hours, just like anyone else. Or they’d just drink enough to think they really did work a 9-5, until they stumbled outside mumbling about spirits and vamps and dead man’s blood.

You swung open the squeaky, rusted door and watched all the heads turn to see who was coming in now. Some nodded your way, a few gave small waves or smiles, and the rest just turned back to their own conversations. A peeling barstool off on its own was calling your name and you made your way over to settle in for the evening.

“What’s your poison tonight, (y/n)?” The friendly bartender you’d come to know asked as you took your jacket off and threw it over the stool.

“Long island, please, Frank,’’ You smiled at the weathered man. He wasn’t a hunter, but he knew enough to welcome them in, not ask too many questions, and keep their drinks full.

“That bad, huh?” He smiled at you, reaching for the many bottles needed.

“You don’t want to know, my friend.” You let out a chuckle and ran a hand through your y/h/c hair, tucking it behind your ear.

“You got that right,” Frank said with a wink, “Let me know when you’re ready for another.” He slid your drink across the counter and headed off to tend to his other patrons.

You sipped the potent liquid and felt yourself relax. Classic rock and old country music played quietly from the jukebox, lulling you to someplace else in some other life.

Just as you finished the last of your first drink, Frank slid another one your way, and you heard the familiar squeak of the front door opening. This time, you joined the crowd and turned to see who had wondered their way in.

Two tall, tired-looking men in blue jeans and flannel shirts — undeniably hunters — stepped through the door into the smoky room. A tight smile crept across the taller one’s face, acknowledging he was a friend of the cause. He nodded ambiguously before tucking into a booth in the corner and opening up a beat-up laptop. The other man, still tall but slightly shorter than the other, headed straight to the bar and looked for an open spot. Naturally, the only open seat was right next to you. Great.

The handsome man nodded slightly as he threw a bowed leg over the stool just inches from you.

Frank made his way over and greeted the man. He raised an eyebrow your way, silently asking if you were okay. You smiled slightly in response, so Frank lightened up and made small talk with the mystery man. He returned shortly with his order, bottom-shelf whiskey on the rocks, and it fell quiet again in your little corner of the world. Nothing but the smooth sounds of Bob Seger’s voice filled your ears. That is, until you felt a pair of eyes on you and another smooth, deep voice invaded your senses.

“How do you drink that sugary shit?” The voice boomed loudly, but not demandingly. Just making conversation.

“How do you drink that gut-rotting shit?” You questioned back. The man chuckled.

“Fair enough,” he conceded and raised his glass towards you. Your glasses clinked together and you both sipped your medication of choice for the night.

“Dean,” he offered, turning slightly in his chair towards you.

“Y/n,” you smiled.

“Nice to meet you, y/n.” Dean flashed a heartbreaking smile, eyes crinkling in the corners and nostrils flaring out just slightly. It was only then you noticed how pleasant his musk of leather and gunpowder was.

You spent the next few minutes sharing stories of a long day of travel and your beloved cars, both old Chevys, and how content you were to be here, drinking your thoughts away.

The minutes grew longer and, before you knew it, it had been nearly three hours and nearing 1 o’clock in the morning.

Dean was devastatingly charming — offering kind and sarcastic comments intermixed, light taps on your arm when telling a funny story, and hunting war stories, some satisfying and some really, really dark.

It was in the middle of his tale about battles with Lucifer, the literal devil, you felt the drinks catching up to you and you excused yourself to the bathroom. Not realizing just how many you’d had, you felt a bit unsteady upon rising from your wobbling barstool. Dean gripped your arm to keep you from tumbling over.

“Easy there, tiger. Didn’t find your sea legs yet, huh?” Dean shook his head and let out a light laugh watching you try your hardest to keep your balance.

“Watch it, Dean. I could still kick your ass right now. Don’t try me,” you spat back playfully having gained enough awareness in your limbs to stand on your own.

Dean threw his hands up in surrender, motioning for you to head in the direction of the bathroom.

“Well,” you began after clearing your throat, “If you feel you must accompany me to the restroom to ensure my vertical integrity, please don’t let me stop you.” You sloppily strung the colorful sentence together, giggling in the middle of your performance.

“Yes, ma’am,” Dean let out a hearty laugh and stood up next to you, offering his arm to hook yours into, “Your humble servant.”

You giggled the whole way to the bathroom, weaving a winding path down the otherwise straight hallway. You arrived at the small, dimly-lit “ladies room” sign and your escort paused in front of it.

“Now, Dean, you and your nice, firm biceps will have to wait for me out here,” you squeezed the muscular arm keeping you upright and let out yet another girlish laugh.

“I’ll be right out here, sweetheart,” Dean smiled and shook his head, opening the wooden door for you.

You raised your brows at the ‘sweetheart’ comment, and smiled what you intended to be an alluring smile, but didn’t feel confident you’d conveyed anything but a drunken smirk.

You took care of what you needed to, likely taking much longer than intended and banging into the walls a bit more often than usual. As you washed your hands, the warm water felt nice over your cold hands and made a chill dance up your back, pulling you slightly back into the sober world.

Outside the door, Dean patiently waited, chuckling with every thud against the wall. He smiled at you as you swung the door open again and stepped your way back into the dark hallway.

“Feel better?” He questioned, offering his arm back out to you.

“Much better, but I am too old to be out this late,” you responded, now feeling the alcohol dragging gravity down on your body at a much heavier rate than normal.

Dean laughed and nodded in agreement, “Right there with you, sweetheart. Let me take you home.”

There he goes throwing “sweethearts” around again. It made your stomach flutter a little more this time.

Typically, you would never agree to get into a strange’s man car, but having passed your sneaky monster tests — a dash of holy water in his glass when he went to the bathroom, brushing his skin with your silver ring, watching as his arm rested on the iron rivets in Frank’s bar top — Dean seemed all human, and humans you could deal with. You were certain he’d tested you, too, without your knowledge. If he were as good a hunter as he sounded, he better have.

“Alright, taxi man, but if you turn out to be a serial killer or some kind of weirdo, I’m not a very willing victim,” you offered back playfully, “I’ll bite back.”

“I’d expect nothing less,” Dean responded, a different, deeper tone to his voice. You felt a smile creep across your face as you imagined what he might be thinking.

You both stopped to pay your tabs and said goodnight to Frank. He smiled an inquisitive smile your way and you rolled your eyes in response.

You stepped into the cool night air with Dean, questioning the decisions that got you to this point, but not really caring.

He led you through the parking lot to his stunning classic car. You stood still a moment, taking in her shine in the moonlight.

“Baby, y/n. Y/n, Baby,” Dean motioned to you and to the car. Clearly, he loved this hunk of metal a whole lot more than you did your old rust bucket.

“Lovely to meet you, Baby. So sorry our first meeting will include me climbing inside of you.”

Dean laughed at your bold introduction. “She doesn’t mind,” he replied. You weren’t sure if he was flirting with you or the car, but you were entertained nonetheless.

He walked around to open the passenger side door for you. You felt a sense of nervousness as you climbed into her bench seat, followed immediately by a rush of excitement, not knowing what was in store for you next.

The interior smelled just like Dean had a few hours ago. Leather, gunpowder, and sexual tension. You felt tingles in your stomach and a warmth between your thighs as the anticipation grew for Dean to climb in next to you.

“Ah, some music?” Dean reached for the dial as soon as the engine roared to life. You jumped at the slam of his door, but relaxed again when the familiar opening notes of Bruce Springsteen’s “I’m on Fire” danced through the speakers. The growing melody made your heart beat faster than before.

“Where to, Miss Daisy?” Dean asked.

“Here,” you answered, turning so your whole body faced Dean. You slid over the seat to place your cool hand on his warm forearm.

“What do you- Oh,” Dean began, placing his large hand over yours, “You’re sure, y/n? That’s what you want?”

“Yes, Dean, this is what I want. And you?” You raised another hand to the top of his buttoned-up shirt, panting into his ear, your mouth now inches from him, and circled a finger around the top button. “Do you want me, Dean?”

“Oh yes I do,” Dean hissed and placed his free hand on the back of your neck, pulling your mouth to his.

Your lips crashed together, eagerly opening and closing together in a fast rhythm. Dean’s tongue worked its way into your mouth, searching around your bottom teeth and your tongue. You started working on the buttons of his flannel, moving frantically to pull the constricting garment off him.

Now in a plain t-shirt, he looked even more enticing to you. Biceps glistening in the yellowish glow of the street lamps, he easily grabbed your hips and pulled you into his lap.

Straddling his legs, you could feel his large member growing more and more solid under your wet core. You grinded into him and a deep groan escaped from his chest.

“God, y/n, you are so beautiful,” Dean hissed into your skin, placing rough kisses along your jaw and neck.

He reached a hand down to cup your round ass before reaching under you to rub your dripping core through your jeans. You let out a moan and panted as you sat up taller, allowing him a further reach. The friction of his hand on your clit nearly made you cum already.

You could hardly take it anymore. You wanted Dean inside of you so desperately.

Dipping back down to kiss his lips again, you undid the button of your jeans and Dean did the same.

Suddenly, Dean pushed you over his shoulder and yanked your jeans down your thighs. He hesitated for a moment to put his hands around your ass and let out a low, “Fuck.”

“Have you been a bad girl, y/n?” Dean growled into your skin, rubbing small circles over your ass and thigh while his other strong arm wrapped around your waist to hold you firmly in place.

“Dean!” You shrieked, the cool air swirling around your wet folds made you forget for a moment what you were about to say. “What if someone walks by?”

“They’re drunk,” he hissed, planting a small bite on your exposed hip, “Now answer me.” He tightened his grip on the sensitive skin just under your full hips, gliding achingly closer to your throbbing core. Your worry melted away, just wanting Dean to touch you.

“Yes,” You panted, “Yes Dean.” Anticipation growing deep in your body. You inhaled sharply as his large hand landed roughly on your skin.

“I knew you were, my dirty slut,” Dean hissed, landing another spank on your ass, followed by a slow rub, “Already so wet for me, too, huh?”

You groaned as another smack, and another, and another stung your throbbing skin. Each blow sent a surge of hotness through your veins, making you wetter and wetter. He peeled back just one leg of your jeans, but it was more than enough to give you the freedom you needed.

Dean finally lowered you back into his lap, kissing you eagerly and rubbing the sting away with his rough, careful hands.

He lifted the two of you up slightly as you pulled his jeans down enough to free his rock-hard cock. You gripped it tightly with one hand while the other tangled into Dean’s hair. You stroked him slowly at first, then faster as he let low growls escape from his chest.

He grabbed at your hair and your ass, growing more and more eager to feel the warm walls inside you.

Dean let out another string of curse words before grabbing the sides of your face and pulling your face to his, kissing you softer than before, but somehow even hungrier to feel you around him.

You lined your dripping entrance up with him and slowly sank down until your thighs met his and you both let out deep moans. He filled you completely and stretched your walls further than ever before. Dean’s strong hands grabbed your hips and carefully lifted you up, allowing you to adjust to his size inside you, before pushing you back down with more force this time.

You grabbed onto the seat back behind Dean and braced yourself to bounce up and down on his hard cock, slamming into your sweet spot with every thrust. He left his hands on your hips, but let you take the lead, eager to see what you could do to him.

“Fuck, y/n,” Dean panted between your thrusts, “Fuck, you ride that cock so good.”

You let a smirk grow across your lips and he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head back roughly.

“Dean,” you whined, “You feel so good inside me.” You felt the pressure rising in your core, Dean’s grip on your body causing him to hit just the right spot over and over.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over me.”

His words sent tingles over your clit, sending you over the edge. The hotness of an orgasm took over your body, taking over your senses with shockwaves of pleasure. You shook in Dean’s lap as your walls clenched around him. He guided you up and down, riding out the frantic waves of pleasure with you.

Dean groaned deep in his throat as your walls released him slightly, making him desperate for more of you. He shoved you down, filling you up with his hardness, and ground your hips into his.

Your nails dug into his back as Dean rolled you forward and back, the friction on your clit making you moan and breathe out, “Dean- fuck. I-I’m gonna cum.” Your warm breath rolling over his face, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Dean, please don’t stop,” you barely spat out, shocks of pleasure coursing through your body.

Feeling your walls tightening again, Dean slid his hand between your bodies, rubbing your clit with his rough fingers. The changing in sensation sent you bucking frantically into another orgasm. You saw stars as the waves overtook you and you felt Dean release deep inside you, spilling out the warm liquid into your walls and filling you to your limit. The spasms of both of your muscles intensify each other’s sensations while Dean pulls you closer to him, gripping tightly onto your lower back.

Both of your bodies start to relax as the final shockwaves of pleasure rush through you. Gently, your forehead lands on his and a smile grows across his face. He brushes your messy y/h/c off your cheek.

“Damn, y/n, you wanted that bad, huh?” Dean teased before meeting his lips to yours for a deep, slow kiss.

“Screw you, Winchester,” you spat back playfully, smacking Dean on the shoulder and shaking your head.

“You already did,” he winked and planted a light tap on your back.

You let out a laugh and began to swing your leg over to take your place back in the passenger seat.

“Hey,” Dean grabbed your hips, stopping your momentum, “That was fun, sweetheart. I love picking you up at bars.” He planted a sweet kiss on your lips.

“And I love going home with you every time,” A smile crept further across your lips with every word and you returned another soft kiss before climbing back into the passenger seat, pulling jeans back over your legs. You slid Dean’s flannel over your shoulders, suddenly chilly without his body to warm yours.

“Come ‘ere,” Dean whispered, gliding his arm around you and pulling you to his chest. His strong heartbeat lulled you into a relaxed state of contentment.

“Let’s go home,” Dean kissed your forehead, “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to sleep until tomorrow afternoon.”

You sighed and nodded as Dean slid his arm out from behind you to put the car in reverse.

“Wait,” You began, “Sam?” Remembering the younger Winchester had walked in with his brother.

“I gave him your keys when you were in the bathroom. He was smart enough not to ask any questions.”

“Ah, of course,” You laughed and laid your head on Dean’s shoulder, ready to go back to the bunker the three of you shared and settle in for the night.

It wasn’t the first time you and Dean pretended to be perfect strangers engaging in an alcohol-fueled one night stand, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. The excitement kept your intense and dangerous life together, killing monsters and exorcizing demons, feeling a bit more like a ‘normal’ relationship, strangely enough.

For now, though, you were happy to be on your way back to the arsenal of the unknown you called home and sleep next to your Dean until tomorrow brought you another creature needing killed.

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xiumya · 5 months ago

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Midnight Snacks | KTH

Title: Midnight Snacks (Teaser)

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word count: around 1500

Warnings: Minors DNI! While this teaser is mild, my writing is NOT appropriate for minors. Will block any users without age in bio, no exceptions. Please be honest.

Tags: Angst, smut(not in teaser), Sneaky Links, Hidden identity

Summary: You thought you were past your childish insecurities. You thought you steeled yourself against the idea of romance and relationships. You didnt want it, you didn't need it, nor did you seek it out. But Tae? You never expected him to be the one to shake you to core core...

AN: This is just a teaser of a WIP i was inspired to write from one of Tae's lives before he enlisted. This is my first time posting my work at least not since my Amino days. I'm not sure how long the completed work will be, but I hope it becomes something you all look forward to reading🥰. This is just one of my babies and there is more to come in the future... Let me know what you think!

You tossed and turned in a bad attempt at trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. It's like the bed had suddenly turned into the most uncomfortable piece of furniture you owned. But it wasn’t, and you knew that. The problem was him. You never expected to become a fiend. In fact, you never expected anything from him. Not his gaze. Not his interest. Not him dicking you down so good your body is now restless.

You sigh and pull a pillow over your face, kicking your feet while using the pillow to muffle the sound as you loudly groan in frustration. “Fuck you Kim Taehyung....” you whisper into the darkness of the room. That’s the problem though. You want to fuck him, and he has been M.I.A. You know a lot is going on for him, but damn not even phone sex? Oh well, maybe that toy you bought could... who are you kidding, it could never. You kicked the blankets back and got out of bed, grabbing and draping a light robe over your short set as you made your way to the kitchen. You tossed your phone on the counter, deciding to have a late-night snack before forcing yourself to sleep. You did your best to ignore the conclusion your heart and mind had come to. The conclusion that made sense of why you were really so restless. The conclusion that honestly scared you shitless.

It didn’t make sense in your world. He didn't make sense in your world. But is that really a bad thing?

Your phone vibrated, lighting up with a notification. “Hmm? Tae is live?..... Asshole” you said tapping on it. you smiled at the screen, seeing that the chaos he caused yesterday with a single pic of cut hair was just a prank against his fans. You bit your lip, taking in how good he looks with his new haircut.

“Let’s play with fire, hmmm....”

You grabbed a bowl of cherries, sitting at the island on the nearest bar stool. You were determined to get a rise out of him and set out on your mission. It was likely he wouldn’t even see your messages, so no matter what, it's all for giggles on your part. He played music and sang along and for a moment you found yourself mesmerized; swaying to the melody of his voice and allowing it to reach every fiber of your being. You found yourself pressing your thighs together, the feeling that had formed between them a stark reminder of your initial task.

LayOverMeTae: I see we’re working fuckboi hours, huh?

LayOverMeTae: have you eaten today? How about a midnight snack?

You saw his eyes scanning the screen as he read the comments. It was slight, but something he read caused his mouth to quirk up into a smirk. With that, you could only assume he read your comment but, more than likely it was a reaction to the multitude of users asking the same questions. He reached over grabbing his phone, scrolling before finding what he was looking for. He tapped away on the screen for a moment before placing the device off screen again. He leaned closer to the camera, a smug grin on his face.

“I just ordered something to eat everyone. Let's see how long it takes to get here.”

A text message popped up on your screen no sooner than he said that. You smirked, a giddiness building in your stomach as you tapped on his name.

The Sneakiest Link: I'm ravenous. You should come feed me....

You didn't waste any time getting ready to leave the house. You replaced your robe with a hoodie instead, not bothering to change the short set you were wearing. You pulled on a pair of Ugg’s and left the house. You kept the live playing on your phone, smiling as he played some Keyshia Cole. “What you know about Keyshia, Tae” you said to yourself. You stopped at a red light; Tae’s live still playing on your phone as you hummed along to the songs.

“What did I order? Hmmmm?” you hear him read a comment, amusement in his voice.

“Guess! If you guess right, I’ll tell you and eat it while on this live. If not........I'll still eat it, just not with you all watching”.

You heard the teasing tone in his voice; pure mischief and chaos. While Army took it as an innocent game with their idol, you knew better. You knew the devilish games he liked to play, and you knew it was why you felt a knot twist in the pit of your stomach. Excitement. You were almost at his place when a thought struck you. This is Tae, there’s a VERY HIGH chance he just wanted you to bring him food. “Fuck..aren’t we a little too ready?” you ask aloud, addressing the organ between your legs. You turned the car around and headed back to the food stall you saw not too long ago. “His ass better be grateful. I know he would use that damn Tata mic face against me....” you groan as you walk up to the food stall. You got back into the car, an order of everything the sweet lady had available in hand. One thing you came to know about Tae, his appetite was just as big as his sex drive.

You sat in your car, a sudden feeling that maybe you were too eager to see him, gripping you. A feeling that maybe you were, once again, reading too much into the situation between the two of you. Maybe he just wanted a feast of the body and not this domestically sweet gesture of you bringing him food. You stared at your phone, still in its mount and playing the live, suddenly feeling like a fool for giving into your base desires. You knew when you started seeing him, that it had to be no strings attached; no expectations of anything more than what it was, is what you told yourself. So why now do you feel anything towards the idea of it being more? You glance at the bag of food, then to the back seat where you keep an overnight bag just in case, the weight of what the two represents for you feeling entirely too heavy. In a moment when you really shouldn’t be thinking about any of this, you find your self-doubt and slight insecurities taking hold of you. You had essentially given up on relationships and dating, the weight of having your expectations shattered became too much, and you essentially gave up on it by pouring yourself into your work at a neck-break pace. Moments like this rarely surfaced’ at least not until you met Tae.

You shake your head clear of the thoughts “Get it together Y/N, it's just fucking food…” grabbing the bag and your phone, exiting the car. You made your way up to his condo, turning the live off as you approached his front door. “Here we go...” you said, taking a breath and pressing the doorbell.

You tucked your phone in your hoodie pocket and held the bag of food up in front of the camera. You knew it would take him a moment, to answer since he was still doing his live. Not too long passed before you heard the locks turning on his door

Tae’s POV

It had been quite a while since he last saw you. He found that thought to be bothersome to him for some reason. The two of you were hot and heavy for a while, but now it seems like you may have lost interest. Between both of your schedules being hectic and with everything that has been happening, neither of you has really had the time to hook up. At least that’s what he tells himself to keep from thinking about the worst-case scenario; from thinking about how uncanny coincidences turned into a series of hook ups; from thinking about how he may want even more than just late nights and stolen moments. To keep from thinking that maybe that’s all you really want from him. But it was whatever. Between work and his pending military enlistment, would it even be worth it to keep something going?

“Taehyung? Are you even listening?” his manager’s voice pulled him from the riddle of his thoughts. “Don’t go out anywhere tonight. After your little haircut stunt, I’m pretty sure if you are spotted Army will cause a scene”. Ah right.... the picture. A grin pulls across his features, a tell that he found what he did hilarious. Army would be upset, but it would help soften the blow for when he finally does cut it all off. His manager leaves him, reminding him to not go out anywhere, not even the convenience store. Well fuck, there goes his plan for a midnight stroll.

He scrolled TikTok for a while before deciding to go live on Weverse. At the very least he could alleviate his boredom with Army. Plus, if you weren’t already asleep, you would tune in. Right? He grabbed a hoodie and headed to his computer room. He scrolled through his playlists, before selecting one to match his mood. He listened and scrolled for a bit before turning his camera on and starting his live.

“Annyeong...” he greeted his viewers as he saw comments flooding in. He smiled at the camera, a look of mischief shining through as he read comments about his hair. He knew well that Army were going through various mourning stages thinking he had cut all his hair off. The panic they had that he was already the trademark egghead for military enlistment kind of amused him. “You’re all surprised huh? I didn't really cut it off, just a trim” he explained. He read comments and listened to songs for a bit, enjoying this time. He had to admit that it was nice, but he was growing a bit bored.

He watched as multiple comments, asking had he had eaten dinner, began to flood the screen. He hadn’t eaten anything except a piece of fruit earlier in the night, but Army didn’t really need to know that, right? He watched the screen as he sang along, a particular comment catching his attention.

LayOverMeTae? The name was unique, he had to give them that. He couldn’t be sure, since you never told him your username, but the comment reeked of you. “A midnight snack huh?” he thought to himself. A smirk appeared on his face as he grabbed his phone to text you, scrolling past the barrage of unread messages to find yours

Might be Satan?: I'm ravenous. You should come feed me....

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2baddiesfanfics · 5 months ago

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No Fighting Fate

Pairing: Beidou x Ningguang

Tags: Childhood Friends, Childhood Sweethearts, Childhood Memories, Gift Giving, Vaginal Fingering, Nipple Play, Nipple Licking, Tattoos, Love Confessions, Dom Ningguang (Genshin Impact)

Summary:

Beidou's returned from a long journey at sea, only to reflect on her childhood with Ningguang. Reminded of how differently they must act in public than in private, she reminisces on how their dedication to each other has changed over the years from friendship to something much, much more.

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“Order up! Fisherman’s Toast for the lovely lady,” Chef Mao announced as he handed Beidou her plate. She salivated just looking at it.

“Thanks, Mao! I just got back from my latest voyage and I’m starving. Appreciate it,” she said as she handed him her mora.

Wanmin Restaurant was always the first place she stopped whenever she came back to Liyue after a long trip. Not only did the food hit the spot, it wasn’t unusual for her to be able to catch a glimpse of the real reason she was always so eager to return home.

She chuckled at the thought of that word. Never did she think she’d be able to see Liyue as home. Wait - not Liyue. That wasn’t quite right. Home wasn’t a place. It was a person.

Glancing up from her freshly poured mug of beer, her eyes met the scarlet gems of the person she called home. Ningguang was out among the common folk today. Although Beidou knew she’d never admit the real reason she had left the newly built Jade Chamber (to run into her by “accident” somewhere), it was endearing to see her interact with the children of the port city.

It was actually one of the reasons she first fell for Ningguang. She knew she was always looking to help others gain knowledge and make a way for themselves in the world. It was clear the alcohol was getting to Beidou’s head, making her far too sentimental for her tastes.

When Ningguang tilted her head in acknowledgment and her smile gleamed at her from afar, she immediately felt heat rise to her cheeks. What was she, an awkward teenager? They had known each other for years…how could she still have this effect on her?

Known each other…images of stolen, heated kisses in the dead of night, hands clumsily fumbling with clothing clasps, quiet mumblings of pet names only the two of them knew…

She shook her head furiously. Snap out of it, Beidou. This isn’t the time or the place. She’s got an image to uphold, so control yourself, damn it.

“My, my. The illustrious Captain Beidou. Back from another trip out to sea, hmm? I wasn’t expecting to see you here on my daily walk.”

Beidou jolted to attention. Lost in thought, she hadn’t noticed Ningguang had approached her. She wiped her hands on a napkin and stood.

“Lady Ningguang! To what do I owe the pleasure of you coming up to interrupt my meal?” This was the game they were required to play in public - never letting on how intimate they truly were. Always hiding behind witty banter and talk of business.

Ningguang’s eyebrow twitched. She knew it was all a ruse, but Beidou’s wry sense of “acting natural” still pissed her off.

“I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to remind you in person of our meeting at the newly-renovated Jade Chamber tonight. As you know, we’ve got import requests coming in like mad. I expect you know better than to come looking like this?” she said as she pointed to a spot of food that had stained the top of her outfit.

Wow, you’re really gonna aim that low, huh? We haven’t seen each other in weeks. Think you could take it a little easier on me?

“How could I forget? The second I arrived at the dock the trail of your secretaries wouldn’t stop reminding me. You know getting to discuss important business matters with the almighty Tianquan is all I think about on those lonely nights at sea,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

Don’t give it if you can’t take it.

“Just be there on time, captain. Don’t make me wait. Time is mora,” Ningguang said with a dismissive wave of her hand as she walked away.

Fighting back the urge to flip her off, Beidou turned back to her meal. She knew the theatrics were necessary. It didn’t make it hurt any less. These were the sacrifices they made to be able to find solace in each other’s arms away from prying eyes.

When did we even first start this back and forth? It seems like so long ago.

Beidou continued eating as she reminisced of their younger years…

———————

Having both grown up in small fishing villages, Beidou had watched Ningguang from afar for some time. The little white-haired girl who seemed so frail in comparison to the other children miraculously always seemed to catch the most fish.

After showing early promise as an entrepreneur by selling her catch, she didn’t stop there. Ningguang was a hard worker who quickly made her way home to help with household chores. Beidou may have been two years older, but she had no doubt the younger girl would eventually turn out to be somebody truly special. After all, she had to be constantly learning something since she always had her nose in a book as she walked along with her cart.

It wasn’t easy having no one to look after you. Beidou never complained no matter how hungry she was or how bad her situation may have seemed. She kept her chin up and did whatever she could to see the next day. She soon came to realize the main source of her motivation - and her name was Ningguang.

One particular day, her stomach was growling so badly she knew she’d have to take desperate measures. A long storm had just passed through Liyue, and opportunities for scavenging for food were scarce. Fishing was out due to the choppy waves; it wasn’t safe to be outside, making it harder to steal food, and Beidou had no mora to buy anything.

She sat under a tree by the docks trying to ignore her stomach when Ningguang walked by with a wagon full of fish.

What’s one fish when she has a wagon full? Just go over and take it from her. She’s not even paying attention! Is she ever not reading?!

Beidou snuck up to the wagon, swiped one, turned tail, and ran as quickly as her legs could carry her.

It was too easy…so easy that it became a game for her. Every day for two weeks she would swipe a fish from Ningguang’s cart to see how long she could get away with it. What she didn’t know at the time was that Ningguang was allowing this. She had seen the dark-haired girl around the docks and been keeping an eye on her just the same…only a bit more discreetly.

The next day as Beidou went about her normal routine, she heard Ningguang’s voice clearly for the first time.

Never once looking up from the pages of her book, she said, “Hello, thief. I’m not unaware you’ve been stealing from me, just so you know.”

Beidou stopped in her tracks. She could feel her heart pound and her legs wouldn’t stop shaking.

“Uh…hello, nerd,” Beidou greeted her in a shaky voice. “I didn’t think you noticed...it was just one fish and you have so many...”

Of course Ningguang wouldn’t meet her eyes, she thought. Beidou knew she wasn’t anything worth looking at. She stood there fidgeting with her hands, nervously looking down at her feet.

Ningguang looked up to the sky and said, “I have a proposition for you. You know these docks well and I’m looking for specific fish that are worth more. Work with me to find them, and in turn, I’ll catch extra for you to eat.”

Beidou looked up and blinked, stupefied. Now the girl was looking right into her eyes with a smile on her face. This was not an act of kindness she was used to. At that moment, something stirred in her, even though she didn’t know it at the time.

“Well, nerd, you’ve got yourself a deal!” Beidou excitedly agreed as she grabbed her hand and vigorously shook it.

——————

Coming back to reality, Beidou was reminded of how thankful she was that she could now safely say she didn’t go hungry like that often. It was because of her past that she always made sure the crew ate before she did.

From selling fish together as children to now importing goods and services…they sure had come a long way since those days.

She got up from the table and made her way toward the far end of the city. Leaning against a wall, she looked up towards the sky where the new Jade Chamber hovered as beautiful and opulent as ever. This building and her role as leader of the country had long been a dream of Ningguang’s, and Beidou was delighted she had lived to see it become reality.

Beidou had always admired that Ningguang had desired the position of Tianquan for all the right reasons. Not for mora, but for the betterment of her people. It wasn’t shocking, since the book she always had on hand as a child was about the history and etiquette of the Liyue Qixing.

As for Beidou, she only wanted to be free to pursue adventure on the high seas. The life of a pirate was one she not only enjoyed but excelled at. She had gone from stealing meals to finding treasures the likes of which she had only seen in her dreams.

She smiled up at the Jade Chamber as she remembered the times leading up to the both of them deciding to go their separate ways in search of their desired futures.

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Ningguang at age 15 was no less a hard worker than she had always been. Two years her senior, Beidou was inspired by how doggedly she had pursued her goals and adopted her work ethic. When chores were done for the evening, they’d sneak off to see each other nightly.

“Good evening, thief.”

“Heya, nerd!”

These had become terms of endearment rather than the insults they would be had it not been the two of them using the titles. If anyone else dared to call them by these names, it wouldn’t end well.

“I have good news! In just a few months, I will be joining the Qixing.”

“Oh…that’s exciting!” Beidou tried to sound excited, but in her heart, she panicked. Surely this would mean the end of their friendship. Someone like Ningguang couldn’t be seen with a degenerate like her. Ningguang’s reputation would be ruined, and Beidou wasn’t about to let that happen.

Over the months leading up to their birthdays, they spent as much time together as they could after their duties were done. Ever aware of not being seen with Ningguang in public, Beidou would meet her on the outskirts of town under the night sky. The more time they spent together, the more they knew this was growing to be something much, much deeper than friendship. Their hearts would race the second their shoulders touched when they sat side by side looking at the stars. When one caught the other staring, the other would quickly look away to avoid the betrayal of their rosy cheeks.

“So…I’m going to leave when I turn 18. I’ve decided I’m going to be the captain of my own ship.” Beidou had been hesitant to tell her this. She didn’t want her to think she was leaving because of her. Her only desire was to see her succeed and achieve her dreams. She knew Ningguang would readily give them up if she learned how badly Beidou was really hurting at the thought of having to cut ties with her.

“Well, the life of a pirate certainly fits you…thief,” Ningguang responded with a smile.

Beidou chuckled before continuing, “I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone, but it’ll probably be a while.”

“I would expect nothing less. Just…don’t forget where you come from.”

Beidou could swear there was more to that sentence than Ningguang was letting on, but she didn’t want to press the issue. If she did, she knew she wouldn’t…no, couldn’t, leave.

This was Ningguang’s way of saying, “Make sure you come back to me in one piece,” but it was something she’d never say out loud.

Busy with her studies of what it took to run a real, successful business, Ningguang still made sure to take time for her friend in the months and days leading up to Beidou’s departure.

The night before she left, Beidou was feeling more sentimental than her usual self. She and Ningguang were both quieter than normal. The air was thick with the unspoken worry that everything was about to change. Ten years of spending almost every day together, and in less than 24 hours, they would be going their separate ways since the day they first met. They stood on the hillside looking out towards the sea.

“Do you see that ship out there?” Ningguang pointed to the one at the docks.

“That big one? Yea, why?”

“That’s my parting gift to you. I’ve been saving up little by little since we first met. Did you really think I was going to allow you to leave on that dingy old thing you showed me a few nights ago? You wouldn’t have made it out of Liyue in that,” Ningguang scoffed.

“But I need a crew…”

Cutting her off, Ningguang interrupted, “It comes with the ship. Call it a favor for all the work you’ve done for me over the years. I put a good word in for you with a few of my connections.”

Beidou was speechless. She knew this was Ningguang’s way of saying, “I believe in you…so don’t muck it up.”

“Go out and become who you were always meant to be. Prove everyone wrong, and then come back and tell me all about your adventures…captain.”

Captain…did she just call her captain? Her head was spinning. Without thinking, Beidou pulled her in and kissed her. Realizing what she had just done, she quickly released her and took a step back.

“I..I..I’m sorry!” Beidou stammered. “I was…just so excited and thankful I didn’t…I wasn’t thinking…”

Red-faced and taken aback, Ningguang brought her fingers to her lips and smiled.

“So…the thief steals my first kiss before leaving.” There was more Ningguang wanted to say, but the words sat as a lump in her throat.

Beidou let out a sigh of relief. It was her first kiss as well, but she wasn’t going to admit it.

The two sat in silence the rest of the evening before saying their final goodbyes.

As Captain Beidou headed out to sea, she watched Liyue shrink ever smaller. Ningguang went to their usual spot on the hillside and watched the ship disappear.

They both whispered, “See you soon,” as the wind carried their words off into the distance.

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At one time, these memories caused tears to prick in Beidou’s eyes. They were so innocent back then. The world’s eyes weren’t always gazing at them from all angles. But time has passed. They pursued their dreams and came out the other end as champions of their own destinies.

The sun was setting and Beidou needed to hurry. The last thing she wanted to do was incur the wrath of the woman she loved…who she now knew loved her back just as fiercely.

———-

Five years from the day Beidou first left, Liyue appeared back on the horizon. Her heart leaped as thoughts of what Ningguang had accomplished while she was gone danced through her mind. She gave the orders to dock the Alcor as her body buzzed with excitement.

Having lost sight in one of her eyes during a battle with a ferocious sea monster, she now sported a patch over the scarred portion of her face to protect what was left. It was an occupational hazard of course, and by now she was used to it.

While a few things had changed with her, Liyue remained mostly the same - except for one thing: A portion of land now floated above the outskirts overlooking the city. The ship finally laid anchor. Beidou stepped onto dry land for the first time in what seemed like forever and inhaled deeply.

Ah, Liyue. There’s nothing quite like the smell of mora and seafood.

As she stood taking everything in, three young ladies approached her.

“Captain Beidou?” one of them inquired.

She knew stories of her escapades had made their way around. Beidou hadn’t made a name for herself as your typical pillaging pirate - she sailed the open seas with honor, doing good and making discoveries that would benefit her and her people.

“Uh, yeah that’s me. Who’s asking?”

“Lady Tianquan had insisted we bring you an invitation to meet with her tonight at the Jade Chamber.”

“Sure, I guess….” she replied puzzled. “Wait, I’m sorry…who?”

The women explained everything quickly and departed after providing her with instructions on how to get there.

What could I have possibly done? Why would she want to see me? I haven’t even been standing in Liyue for five minutes. There’s no way I already broke a rule…

Her thoughts raced as to determine what crime she could have committed to have warranted a meeting with the highest of rulers they had here in Liyue besides Rex Lapis himself.

Making her way to the chamber as instructed, her nerves set in when one of the ladies from earlier brought her to the office area alone and shut the door behind her.

The next time the doors opened, in walked a woman with long, white hair. She wore a golden dress with slits up the side that likely cost a small fortune, a thigh tattoo peeking out from just underneath it. It was her blazing scarlet eyes that immediately gave away her identity.

“Ningguang!” Beidou exclaimed breathlessly.

“Captain Beidou, you’ll address me as Lady Ningguang or Tianquan,” she replied as she flashed a fan in front of her face.

She had done it. Ningguang stood before her in the highest position in the land. Beidou beamed with pride.

“My apologies…I wasn’t expecting to see the nerd I once knew looking so regal, my lady,” she said, bowing her head in reverence. “It’s a pleasure to see you again,” she looked up at her again with a devilish grin.

Ningguang shut the door, and she heard the click of a lock slip into place. Away from all other eyes and ears, Ningguang shed her cold leader persona and ran to her. Pulling her in, Beidou never wanted to let go. Ningguang was the first to pull away but only did so to be able to place both hands on Beidou’s cheeks and look into her eye. She silently ran her thumb under, then across, her eye patch.

“I’m okay. It was just an eye. I have a perfectly good one right here,” Beidou reassured her. “It still knows a treasure when it sees it,” she said smoothly.

Ningguang stepped back and scanned her old friend up and down. Heart thudding in her chest, her scarlet eyes wandered across her body as if trying to convince herself Beidou was actually standing before her.

“I want you to come back every night you’re here and tell me all about your adventures. I need to hear them directly from your mouth, not as passing rumors.” It was not a request. This was a command.

“Of course, my lady. The crew and I plan to stay for a bit, so I can certainly oblige,” Beidou answered.

She returned to the Jade Chamber every night for two weeks to regale her with tales of the high seas. From the Hydra she fought to the mounds of treasure she found and the backstory of her injury, Ningguang listened with rapt attention. Slowly but surely, she could tell Ningguang’s demeanor was beginning to soften, and Beidou suddenly felt as if it had been days that had passed since they last saw each other, not years.

One time as Beidou was spinning a tale for her, Ningguang fell asleep with her head resting on her shoulder. Not wanting to disturb her, she let her rest until she woke on her own. Flustered, Ningguang apologized for keeping her there so late.

On one particular night as she was walking to the chamber, Beidou came to a realization. She could deny it no longer. She was still in love with her. It was a fantasy of course, and would no doubt remain one. Ningguang likely had a plethora of suitors lined up for her hand. A Tianquan couldn’t be caught dead with a pirate captain - it would shatter the image Ningguang had worked so tirelessly to create for herself. To some, Beidou was a hero; to most, she would forever be labeled a thief and degenerate.

Tonight, when she approached the chamber, it was empty except for Ningguang. Typically, the building was always bustling with cleaning staff, private chefs, and/or her assistants…but that was not the case this time. Now it was just her and Ningguang.

As she told yet another story, she could tell the other woman had something on her mind.

“I have something I want to say. Mind if I share?” Ningguang barely whispered.

“Please do. I’m sure you’re tired of hearing my obnoxious voice bragging about my many exploits,” Beidou teased.

“Years ago, a thief stole my first kiss and then left for five years. I would eagerly listen to the stories the citizens of Liyue would tell of this thief, waiting for the day she would come home.”

Beidou sat in silence, avoiding making eye contact with her. She had feared this moment would come. She, too, had been thinking about that kiss every damn day she was away. How she longed to know what Ningguang was up to, if she was even still in Liyue, if she had forgotten all about her and started a family of her own.

“I’m still sorry about that. I was just so excited and thankful; I didn’t think before I acted. It was my first as well,” Beidou apologetically responded.

“I’m not finished,” Ningguang interrupted. “Not only did you steal my first kiss, but something else as well.”

Beidou looked at her quizzically.

“My heart.”

Ningguang made her way across the room to where Beidou stood and took both of her hands in hers.

“I never said I was mad. I felt it, too. We were young and didn’t know what the world had in store for us. There was only ever one constant, and that was you, Beidou.”

Unable to control herself at hearing this declaration, Beidou leaned in and kissed her passionately. This time, Ningguang sunk in deeper instead of pulling away out of shock. Beidou had never believed in the concept of soulmates, but she trusted in fate. It was the force that kept drawing them back together. Ningguang saw her for all of who she was and never judged her for the things she had to do to survive. She was the only family she had ever truly known.

Beidou pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. Lifting Ningguang bridal style, she carried her to the bedroom. Gently placing her on the bed, she crawled on top of her.

“Mmmm…I’m going to have to choose a different nickname for you now, you know. You have always been the only treasure I’d do anything to have, baobei,” Beidou said breathlessly.

“Tianxian is a much more fitting title for you now that you’re no longer a common thief,” Ningguang said as she cupped Beidou’s cheek.

They continued ravaging each other’s mouths as Beidou’s hands started to roam Ningguang’s body. Sliding up the slit of her dress, her fingers traced her tattooed thigh.

“Beidou…wait!” Ningguang gasped.

Stopping and looking into her eyes, she immediately froze. “Shit! Sorry! I got carried away. Sorry…I’ll stop.”

“No, no! It’s not that. It’s just…I haven’t…I mean…I’ve never been with anyone…like that. I’ve only ever wanted you all this time,” Ningguang shyly told her, face turning red.

Beidou smiled understandingly and replied, “You’re not alone. Nobody could ever compare to your beauty. If I couldn’t have you, I wanted no one else.”

Before she could stop herself, Ningguang blurted out, “I love you…”

Beidou blinked in astonishment and responded, “And I, you, baobei.”

With that declaration, they continued their slow exploration of each other. Ningguang’s body was a map Beidou would never get tired of navigating. Despite her excitement, she took her time, ensuring the experience was one neither of them would ever forget. From that night on, Ningguang was hers, and she, Ningguang’s.

This marked the start of many secret late-night liaisons, with both of them sneaking between the Jade Chamber and Beidou’s ship. As their romantic relationship evolved, a business agreement bloomed between the two. Beidou and her crew would help with imports, but also take care of any other issues that may arise that would otherwise dirty the hands of the Lady Tianquan.

To the outside world, it simply seemed as if the two women were working together to better Liyue. To them, it was so much more. They protected their reputations by bickering during the day while whispering sweet nothings as they slept in each other’s arms by night.

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But tonight, there would be no sleeping. The “meeting” Beidou was on her way to would have nothing to do with business - this they both knew. Her latest voyage had taken her away from Ningguang for two weeks - the longest she’d been away since her first voyage.

Yes, there was money to be made in Inazuma. Beidou knew she had an important role to play in Liyue’s trade relations with the country. She appreciated that Ningguang trusted her with such a monumental responsibility, but hated that it meant she’d not get to wake up to her for an extended period of time.

This time, however, it was worth the trip. The night before she was due home, she had been perusing the various shops in Inazuma City for a souvenir to bring back as she always did. She happened upon an artisan who was selling custom chess pieces, and, knowing Ningguang’s fondness for the game, decided it would be perfect. She commissioned two in each of their likenesses and gave the seller a generous tip as she carefully stored them in her bag for the journey home.

Having finally made it to the Jade Chamber, she was shown to Ningguang’s private chambers. The pieces sat heavy in her pocket as she waited for her lover to arrive.

A few seconds later, she could hear the familiar click of Ningguang’s heels on the undoubtedly expensive floor tile. Beidou stood out of reverence, just in case one of her secretaries happened to be trailing behind her. The door swung open and, blessedly, she was alone.

“Captain Beidou, how lovely to see you again. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting,” she said just a bit too loud in case an eavesdropper had followed. Ningguang gave the knob a firm tug and tested the lock for good measure. The coast was clear.

Beidou quickly strode over to her, pinning her against the door with a desperate kiss. Ningguang returned her fervor, allowing a moan to escape from her lips. While this initial sign of devotion was heated, Beidou planned to take her time tonight. There was no rush. Pulling away only slightly, she leaned her forehead against Ningguang’s.

“Damn…missed you too, baobei. But before we get any further into this ‘business meeting,’ I have a gift for you,” she told her and led her by the hand to the edge of the bed.

“Oh really? I think I must have read every light novel the Yae Publishing House has produced thus far. You’ve piqued my interest,” she purred in response.

Beidou chuckled at this. Of course Ningguang was still a nerd at heart. “Ning, years ago you gave me the greatest gift I could ever hope for. Not only did you give me a ship and crew, but you also gave me a dream to pursue. A reason to live. I’m not like you. I don’t have the brains. I don’t have the mora. But what I do have is a heart that is utterly, completely devoted to you and only you, forever and always,” she declared as she opened her palm, revealing the two chess pieces she had brought from across the sea.

Ningguang’s hands flew to her mouth to hold back a choked sob. “I had these specifically made just for us. While I can’t be here all the time, now, no matter how far I am away from you, you’ll always have a piece of me here with you. You are the only home I need and I’ll always find my way back to you.”

Ningguang sat in silence, tears streaming down her face. Damn this woman, giving me her heart…no, all of her, forever. Her fingers traced the figures she was holding as if to confirm they were actually there and this was not a dream. Beidou pulled her in and kissed her cheeks before wiping the tears away.

Placing the figures on the bedside table, Ningguang held Beidou’s cheek and smiled.

“I feel the same. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to show you that I want to be yours forever in a more beautiful way than you have tonight,” she stated.

They kissed softly, their lips barely brushing each other at first. While their usual fiery, unbridled passion normally ensured their trysts didn’t last long, there was something about this simple, barely-there action that made each of them hyper-aware of the sensations they felt.

This wasn’t the kind of need that had them both spent in minutes. Beidou intended to make it last. She slid one hand up the slit of the other woman’s dress, and Ningguang could have sworn she felt electricity in her fingertips. Deftly unzipping her outfit, Beidou helped her slip out of it. Quickly removing her own clothing, she slowly guided Ningguang to lay back and rest her head on the pillow as she positioned herself above her. One hand gripped the sheets next to Ningguang’s head as she propped herself up to gain a better view of her face. Beidou ran her fingers down her inner thigh, moving outwards to trace her tattoo and back again.

Beidou kissed Ningguang’s jaw to her ear and then made her way to her neck. She softly sighed. “Careful not to leave any marks where others can see them, love. I’ve got an image to uphold,” she teasingly chastised.

Beidou growled in response as she moved to her breasts. Her fingers had now moved from her thigh to glide up and down Ningguang’s wet folds. Moving in circles, her thumb started to stimulate the bundle of nerves at her core. Surprised by the added sensation, Ningguang bucked her hips in response to Beidou’s practiced hands.

Beidou smiled against her breast before licking her way to her nipple. Latching on, she swirled her tongue.

“Ah, Tianxian!” Ningguang gasped.

Beidou prodded at Ningguang’s entrance with her finger to test if she was ready for her. Opening her legs wider in response, Ningguang gave unspoken permission for her to proceed.

She entered her, feeling Ningguang’s body stretch to accommodate her. Beidou curved her finger, finding the spot inside her she knew drove her wild. She licked from one breast to the other sliding a second finger in, Ningguang moaned at the sudden fullness.

Beidou pumped in and out, increasing the pressure of her thumb on her clit. Ningguang felt the familiar heat build up within her. She knew she wasn’t going to last much longer as she felt herself clench around Beidou’s fingers. Beidou kissed her way back up to her lips and slid her tongue into her mouth.

Pulling Beidou’s face closer to hers, her legs began to shake and close around her waist as she moaned into her mouth. Beidou could feel Ningguang’s juices wetting the fingers deep inside her. She continued to kiss and pump her through her orgasm. Pulling back to allow her to breathe, she took in the sight that she was the only one in Liyue, no…the world, got to see: Sweat beading down her face, hair sticking to her forehead, lips swollen, and cheeks red. As she looked lovingly deep into the scarlet eyes staring back at her, one thought consumed her mind: “Mine.”

Beidou whispered, “I love you forever and always, baobei.” The two women lay next to each other with fingers intertwined as they breathed heavily. Ningguang loved that Beidou, despite her strength, was able to show her desire for her in both rough and romantic ways. While tonight she had done the latter, Ningguang wasn’t yet fully satisfied. She always paid her debts, and Beidou’s performance tonight certainly warranted a return with interest.

She rolled on her side to face her, slowly untangling their hands. Ningguang knew exactly how to get Beidou to yield control. Bringing one of Beidou’s thumbs to her lips, she maintained eye contact as she suggestively licked and sucked on it. The sound that came from the back of Beidou’s throat informed Ningguang that she was almost there.

“Let me take care of you, Beidou. All you have to do is sit back and enjoy me. All of me.”

Beidou’s brain was short-circuiting at this point. She could do nothing but nod in agreement.

“Good girl. Now lay back against the headboard for me,” she commanded. Beidou scooted backward until she was sitting upright. Ningguang mounted herself on her lap. Beidou could feel the remnants of Ningguang’s wetness on her thigh and the sensation made her bite her own lip - she wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing she could make someone as powerful as herself elicit such evidence of weakness.

“Ah, the powerful Captain Beidou, completely at my mercy. Be a dear and hold onto my hips. You’re not to move your hands - I own your orgasms just as I own most of Liyue itself. You don’t have my permission to relieve your own tension. Only I get that satisfaction, do I make myself clear?”

Beidou had to admit, Ningguang was a natural tyrant when it came to their bedroom antics and she wouldn’t have it any other way. “Yes, my lady,” she choked out. Ningguang felt Beidou's nails sink in a bit deeper into the skin of her hips. With a sharp, but barely perceptible, intake of breath, Ningguang decided to turn up the heat.

“Good, because I’m not here to negotiate, captain,” she said, propping Beidou’s face up by her chin with her index finger. “Hmmm, you look so fetching despite being a pirate pain in my neck.”

Beidou didn’t mind turning the outward perception the city had of them on its head and instead using it for this kind of play. As a matter of fact, it always kind of turned her on whenever Ningguang would fake outrage at her in public. It only made her want to settle the argument in private. This was the kind of punishment that felt more like a prize.

Ningguang had let her fingers wander to Beidou’s chest. She scratched her way down - not enough to break skin, but enough to leave deep red raised flesh in her wake.

“Fuckkkk…” Beidou hissed.

“You see, while we have to keep these marks to a minimum on my body, yours is an open book. Nobody will bat an eye if the courageous Captain Beidou comes back with a few bruises.” She bit down, leaving faint teeth marks on the side of her breast.

“Ahhhh! Ning…”

“And as my signature is on nearly everything I own in this city, it’s imperative I leave my mark on you,” she said as she pinched Beidou’s nipple. Her hand moved further down her body, resting it on her lower abdomen. Beidou nearly moved to grab Ningguang’s wrist and yank her fingers where she was throbbing with need, but refrained, tightening her grip on her hips instead.

Ningguang’s fingers continued their journey south. She stopped just as her middle finger slid against her clit.

“Ohhhhhhh my archons…”

“Oh, Beidou. The archons don’t hold your fate in their hands - I do. I’m going to fuck you with my fingers until your come drips from them. And you’re going to watch me while I do it,” Ningguang ordered. Two fingers finally delved into her. Beidou choked on a moan.

Ningguang knew she was getting to Beidou’s sanity because the skin of her hips was already starting to grow sore where her fingers sank in.

“Ning…fuck…”

“Beidou, you’ll watch your mouth when you’re speaking to your Tianquan,” she chastised as she increased the pace.

“Please…Lady Ningguang…let me…”

“This is…you are…mine…” she said between thrusts.

Beidou’s body shook under the intensity of her orgasm and the sound of Ningguang’s name echoed through the chamber. Beidou slumped forward, resting her head between her breasts.

“I’ll take that as you recognizing you’ve met your match,” Ningguang said smugly, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

Ningguang untangled herself from Beidou and lay next to her. Beidou took a few moments to catch her breath and glanced over at Ningguang who was practically glowing with sweat. She leaned over and kissed her forehead, down her chest, past her lean stomach, and stopped at her thigh.

“I think leaving a mark here will be safe. That way, as you walk around this city, you’ll remember who you belong to,” Beidou said before biting and sucking on her inner thigh. “After all, a pirate always marks their hidden treasure,” Beidou growled.

Ningguang threaded her fingers through Beidou’s hair, pulling as hard as she could in response.

“You’ll have to come back in a few days when our marks have started to fade,” Ningguang gasped.

Making her way back to the pillow, Beidou paused to rest her forehead on Ningguang’s. She kissed her nose and then lay down next to her, pulling her toward her. With her back flush against Beidou’s chest, the two drifted off to sleep.

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As the week went on, Beidou and Ningguang had little time to see one another. Things had gotten busy in Liyue, but Beidou made sure their paths crossed when she was out and about in the city. When a cool breeze would lift Ningguang’s dress slightly, the red mark she had left behind stirred something deep within her.

While she was not-so-subtly admiring her work, Ningguang made her way towards her.

“Ah, Captain Beidou. It’s been a while.”

With a smirk, she replied, “That it has. This chest injury I received from a fight the other day is finally starting to fade.”

“Yes…so I’ve noticed. Do you recall that treasure map I had you draw up for me? The ink seems to have faded. Would you mind stopping by and fixing it for me?”

“Always happy to help the exquisite Lady Tianquan,” Beidou responded.

“Wonderful. I’ll see you tonight then. Oh, and captain? Please be presentable when you arrive.”

“I show up scuffed one time, and you just can’t let it go, can you? It was one time!” Beidou responded furrowing her brows.

The sweet sound of Ningguang’s laughter resounded through the air as she turned to walk back to her castle in the sky.

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When she arrived at her chambers at the promised time, Ningguang was nowhere to be seen.

“Baobei, I’m here. On time and impeccably dressed as requested,” Beidou called.

“In the office, Tianxian.”

Beidou made her way toward the sound of her voice. When she rounded the corner, Ningguang was wearing a red dress that made her scarlet eyes pop.

“Wow…what’s the occasion?” Beidou asked, leaning against the doorframe.

“I thought it would be appropriate to wear something to celebrate.”

Beidou blinked. “…and what exactly are we celebrating?”

Ningguang handed her a slip of paper, her signature big and bold. Next to her name was a blank line.

Puzzled, Beidou took the paper and read it. Her hands shook as she looked up at Ningguang’s twinkling scarlet eyes.

“This...you…I…” words escaped her.

“As you may recall, Liyue is also called the harbor of stone and contracts. I couldn’t very well let you win in this game of love. Your gift to me was a sign of your complete devotion. This is my way of showing how serious I am about returning that same level of commitment,” Ningguang quietly responded.

Beidou stared at the paper then back at Ningguang. Her heart pounded.

“I do not wish to be with anyone else but you. You stole my heart all those years ago, and to know I also possess yours is quite the prize. What do you say, captain?” Ningguang said smiling at her as she placed a hand on Beidou’s cheek and ran her thumb across her lips.

Beidou quickly scribbled the characters that spelled her name and then grabbed Ningguang by the hips, pulling her in for a kiss that burned with passion. As she slid the dress off Ningguang’s shoulder, she kissed from her lips down her jaw and made her way to the now bare shoulder.

Ningguang whispered into Beidou’s ear, “I love you, Tianxian. Forever and always.”

That night the two would test just how impressive the acoustics of the empty Jade Chamber were. The contract that spelled out the love they had for one another would remain sealed in a special place only they knew about. While the thief and the nerd would remain outwardly at odds, behind closed doors they would forever be bound by fate.

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writingwhimsey · 2 years ago

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Hello! Can you please write smut with MC domming Motonari from Ikesen which surprised him because he's not used to women being this bold *wink wink*. And then his crew teasing Motonari? Please ignore this request if you don't want to take it. Thank you

Hello. Thank you for the request. This one was a lot of fun to write. I love this pirate so much and I think he would rather enjoy this since he loves and trusts MC so much. I have totally imagined having him obey my every command and be at my mercy

So, here you go and I hope you like it!

ikesen Motonari

NSFW 18+

Minor DNI

I'm the Captain Tonight

Motonari walked into his cabin after giving out the orders to his crew. It had been a long day, but he was used to those. Besides there was nothing that spending some time with his flower girl couldn’t fix. He was surprised to find her dressed with her night robes loosely draped over her body, her shoulders exposed, breasts barely contained, looking like a siren beckoning him.

His red eyes flicked over her body in hunger as a smirk came to his face. “Ya that eager fer me, huh?” He asked.

She smiled at him as she approached him, her fingers going to play with the fabric of his shirt. “Something like that.” She replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I’ve got some ideas for tonight.”

“Oh yeah?” He asked. “Like what?”

She grinned. “I wanna be the captain tonight.”

Motonari cocked a perfect white brow. “You think you can?”

“I know I can.” She replied, before stretching up and giving him a rather passionate kiss, her tongue slipping past his lips to tangle with his own.

Motonari was always happy to love on his girl and receive her love in turn. He was intrigued to see where this would go. Just as he was bringing his hands to wrap around her, she was pulling away, giving him such a seductive look. “Just what are you and them flowers planning?” He asked.

“Told you I wanna be the captain.” She answered. “Means I need you to follow all my orders.”

Motonari’s red eyes widened. She really was wanting to play this game. “Alright.” He agreed with a smirk. “What are my orders, Captain Flower Girl?”

“That’s better.” She replied, walking back over to sit on the bed, her legs peeking out from her night robes as she took on a rather sexy and relaxed pose. Her eyes on him intently. “Take off your gloves.”

“Aye, aye cap’n.” Motonari replied, going to quickly remove his gloves.

“Ah…slowly.” She corrected.

“Heh…” Motonari said, changing his pace to be slower and more sensual as he removed his gloves.

“Your shirt next…and make a show of it for me.” She ordered.

Motonari was usually the one in charge. He was usually the one calling the shots. And while this side of his flower girl was surprising to him…he had to say it was rather fun…he liked it, but only for her.

He followed her instructions, slowly removing his shirt, moving his body in a sensual manner as he did so. “This what ya like, flower girl?” He asked.

“That’s captain, remember.” She chided.

“This what ya like, Captain?”

“Yes it is.” She replied. “Now..get over here…on your knees.”

Motonari’s eyes widened once again. His flower girl being so bold…ordering him around like this…damn it turned him on. Something he never thought he’d think.

“Don’t keep your captain waiting.” She told him in a lightly scolding tone.

“Right, Captain…” Motonari replied, going over to kneel down in front of her, starting to reach his hands out to her.

She stopped him. “I didn’t say you could touch me yet.”

Motonari was surprised, but stopped and waited for her next command. He wasn’t sure what surprised him more…this side of his flower girl or how much he liked it.

It seemed like forever before she finally gave him the order to touch her…including where and how. It was both maddening and a major turn on for Motonari. Never would he surrender his control before to anyone…but his flower girl…he loved and trusted her enough to surrender that control…he was always at her mercy anyways.

After what felt like hours of her giving him such teasing orders, they had finally moved to both be on the bed. He was on his back beneath her. His eyes were looking up at her with such love and desire as she sank her hips down on him, finally taking him in.

She grinned at him. “You’re not allowed to cum till I say you can.” She told him. “Which won’t be till I’m completely satisfied.”

“D-deus…you’ve no idea…what yer doin’ ta me…” He groaned out.

She gave him a devilish grin. “I might have some ideas…” She replied as she began to bounce. She was then leaning down and pressing her lips to his, reaching for his hands and moving to pin them above his head.

Motonari could have easily flipped the situation, but he didn’t. He found it rather fun letting his flower girl have her way with him. It was a long night…but damn if he didn’t enjoy every moment of being at her mercy. It was pure pleasure watching her bring herself to her climax on him over and over again. Though it was almost torture trying to hold himself off each time her walls clamped round him…yet somehow he managed it.

“I want you…to come…with me…next time…” She whispered in his ear, as she began to ride him once again.

Motonari bucked his own hips in time with hers and soon they were cresting that wave of pleasure together. Motonari let out a loud cry of her name as his release barrelled through him. Finally getting that sweet relief…though by the look on his flower girl’s face and his own…he knew it was going to be a long night and he loved every second of it.

The next day…

Motonari gave his girl a gentle kiss on the lips as she laid in their bed, a sleepy smile on her face. “I’ll be back in a bit…oh and I plan ta pay ya back fer everything last night, flower girl.” He told her with a wicked grin.

She smiled at him. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

He was then heading out to see to what needed done for the day. He heard his men whispering and snickering as he went about the usual activities of a day at sea. “The hell’s goin’ on?” Motonari asked, a sour look on his face.

“N-nothin’ cap’n.” One of his men answered.

“We was just wonderin’...could one o’ us be the Cap’n today?” Another asked, a grin on his face.

“Or is the Princess the Cap’n now?” Another asked.

“From what we heard sounded like ya liked it when she was yer cap’n last night.”

The men were all breaking out into uproarious laughter. Motonari glared at his men and slowly, one by one, their laughter died down. “Ya think yer funny do ya?” He asked. “Ya think I’ve gone soft just cuz I let my girl have a little fun?” His voice was deadly as his gaze.

“I believe they were just having a bit of fun, my lord.” Hiroyoshi interjected on behalf of the crew, though he knew Motonari wasn’t about to actually hurt anyone.

“Get ta work securin’ the cargo and when ya’ve done that, I want ya each ta clean and polish every damn corner o’ this ship. Make it spotless and shinin’.” He ordered before turning and heading back down below. “Time fer the Captain to take charge now…” He muttered under his breath as his cheeks were turning red. He let his girl have her fun with him yesterday, but it was time for him to remind her who the captain of this ship was…and his crew was sure to hear it as well.

#whimsey answers #ikesen motonari #ikemen sengoku motonari #motonari smut #motonari #motonari mouri #ikemen motonari #motonari otome #cybird motonari #cybird games #cybird otome #cybird ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird #fanfcition #fanfic

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21witnokidz · 1 year ago

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IN THE GHETTO

Chapter 25

“And then maybe I should add a love triangle somewhere in the middle right?”

“Oh I don’t know. Those are outdated and cliche if you ask me”

Mary-Beth was telling you about this new love story she was planning to write and she needed your input.

When you told her that love triangles were played out nowadays she looked a little disappointed in your answer.

“Oh but it’s your story Mary-Beth you put whatever you want. Just don’t expect me to take a liking to it” you put your arms up

Mary-Beth slapped your arm and went back to her writing.

“Oooh Y/n have I got some news for you” Lenny approached and he looked excited. Then again, he was pretty young and had his whole life ahead of him. It was normal for him to be excited about many things.

“So I was talk in’ around with the colored folk of Rhodes and there was talk of a place with lots weapons”

You raised your eyebrow and sipped your coffee.“Don’t we already got enough of that?”

“And money” Lenny added rubbing his fingers together.

You immediately shot up upon hearing that.

“Arthur let’s go!”

Arthur had just came back from a fishing trip but you were sure he wouldn’t back down on some money.

“Huh where we goin’?”

“I don’t really know myself but Lenny hear said there’s talk of money and weapons somewhere ain’t that right Leonard?”

“That’s right Arthur we better hurry before someone else gets it” Lenny said racing to his horse.

“Now hold on. You said there was TALK of there being money. How you know them folks wasn’t just gossiping?”

“What’s gossip worth if it’s free?” you asked.

Arthur just sighed and shook his head “She’s got a point” he whispered to himself, climbing back up on his horse after tying it up not even 5 minutes ago.

After a good ride and a witty conversation you guys finally made it to a place called Shady Belle. Lenny suspected those were where the guns were especially since there people guarding the place despite it looking abandoned.

“Well Lenny looks like someone did make it here before us”

“Well we can take care of this easy peasy” Arthur said pulling out his Bolt Action from his horse pouch.

You guys were able to take out the guards no problem just like Arthur said. Your main concern though is if the merchandise got caught within the gunfire.

You were searching beyond the dead bodies for the guns. Or the money. Or both. Before coming across a wagon with a box. You lifted up the lid and found a pile of brand new rifles.

“Thank god for black people” you whispered shaking your head.

“What was that? You found the guns?” Arthur came behind you.

“Yup. Anybody order a dozen fresh rifles?” You said holding the gun up.

“Perfect let’s take these back to Dutch!” Lenny clapped his hands.

“Arthur, Y/n, you’ve done it again” Hossa chuckled looking at the guns “and of course you did a fine job Lenny”

“Arthur come on let’s go. Me and Micah are on our way to this O’Driscoll hide out, you need to come with us” dutch came around already ordering Arthur as soon as he can me back”

“Uh ok. You comin Y/n?”

“Nah I think I’ll just stay here. Been a long day”

Arthur squeezed your hand and went off with dutch and Micah.

Arthur had gone to the hideout several hours ago. The sun was already down.

“I swear to god Hosea if something doesn’t come up soon I’m gonna lose my mind”

“Just calm down. Come on. This Arthur we’re talking about. The boy’s too damn stubborn to get himself killed” The older man tried to calm you. “now he might fuck around and fall off a cliff but someone actually taking Arthur Morgan’s life? They’d have to be Hercules”

Hosea rubbed your shoulders to try and calm you down.

But then you saw Dutch.

“Where is he? You better tell me something I swear to god”

“Now just listen-“ he began.

“Don’t tell me to just listen where’s Arthur?”

“Well.. they got him”

Your immediately dropped to your ankles.

“Now when he says that. He doesn’t mean death. It’s just that they literally have him… like hostage” Micah explained.

“Oh my god” you said in disbelief but quickly turned to anger. “And where were you huh!?” You started hitting Dutch’s chest while tears were spilling from your eyes.

“Y/n I promise we’ll look for him later it’s just too risky now” he tried to calm you.

You were feeling a little weak from all the stress so you just had to sit down. But that did not mean that you caught any rest.

You had no idea how late it was in the night but you were sure the sun would be coming up anytime soon.

That’s when you heard the sound of a horse in the distance. You looked off into the trees a silhouette. Just from his shadow alone you could tell it was Arthur.

“Arthur!”

He came into camp and as soon as he got off the horse he collapsed.

“Arthur came back! He needs help!”

Everyone came rushing out to help you get him up onto his bed.

“God I’m sorry dear boy. I’m so sorry”

“It’s too late for apologies Dutch, look at him!”

You rubbed the side of Arthur’s face lovingly “are you ok? Please tell me didn’t hurt you too bad”

He just nodded his head and leaned into your touch, too tired to speak.

Arthur had recovered from his injuries and the gang was back to normal.

You saw him looking off to the distance with some coffee in his hand when you approached him.

“Arthur?”

“Hey there darlin’. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed your cheek”

“You feel better?”

“Yea. I really appreciate you staying by my side during my healing process. Meant a lot to me”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“It’s just- you’ve always cared so much for me. I’ve known you almost my whole life and we’ve always looked out for each other. I guess what I’m tryna say is.. I appreciate you”

“Yea you just said that you fool” you slapped his chest.

“No i- shit..”

Arthur put the journal back in his satchel and pulled out something else. It was a ring. And it had a beautiful diamond on it.

“I wasn’t sure how I was gonna do this but here I am. Y/n, will you make me the happiest man ever by being my wife so that I can have you for the rest of my life?”

“Arthur..” you couldn’t believe this is happening. I mean you always knew you were gonna marry Arthur but this was just so surreal to you. You looked into his eyes to see if he was being for real. And he was.

“Yes Arthur I’ll be your wife”

#arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 x reader #arthur morgan #red dead redemption x reader #yeehaw

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jaxteller87 · 2 years ago

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Big Papa 3

Work had been pretty busy the past few weeks for both Jax and me, and it wasn’t too often that our lunch hour matched up. If he wasn’t putting in extra hours at TM, he was off doing something for the club, but I guess that’s how it goes when you’re the VP and your stepdad is Prez. So, when I got a call from Jax saying he had a few minutes for a quick lunch, I did what I had to in order to make it happen. We had only a few minutes, so I stopped at Burgers and Sweets, picked up our go-to fast meal, and made my way to the clubhouse. I was about to tap on the door when I overheard Jax and Clay talking.

“No, Clay, I’m telling my wife I’m going to jail so she isn’t worried sick when she watches Agent Stahl cart us all over to Stockton. I want her to know it’s not real. That’s what me and Opie have been telling you for weeks! If this plan actually goes through, we don’t want our wives thinking we’re lookin’ at serious time.”

Clay had just started to respond to Jax’s comments when Chibs saw me, and I had to act like I wasn’t listening.

“Aye, love,” he said, giving me one of those friendly but awkward half-hugs. I’m sure he knew what I was doing but was trying to play it off like he didn’t notice me pressed up against the door.

Just then, the door swung open, and Clay and Jax stood there with annoyance painted across their faces.

“Hey, guys!” I said, “I brought lunch!”

“Hey, darlin’,” Jax said with a sigh, planting a quick peck on my cheek.

“Hey Amber,” Clay put his sunglasses on, “I’ll need to take a rain check on the fast food; Gemma has me countin’ calories.”

“No problem—” I started to answer.

“Well then, no one will mind if I claim the president’s platter then, aye?” Chibs said, smiling while plucking the other bag from my hand.

“Of course not, have at it,” I said.

“If you’ll excuse me, I have to hit the road,” Clay walked past us toward his bike, “Jax, you think about what I said. Amber—”

“Yea, Clay?” I responded.

“Nice to see you out and about again. You look fabulous under the beautiful, Charming sun.”

I could feel the tension between them as he mounted his bike. It was all I could do just to smile and nod thankfully.

Jax nodded at Chibs with that angry yet determined look in his eye, grabbed my hand, and led me back to his old clubhouse bedroom. I started on him as soon as he shut the door, trying to keep it civil.

“Has that greedy old bastard lost his damn mind!” I exclaimed.

“Pretty much.”

“I can only assume this has been the root of your grumpiness lately?” I asked.

“Me? Grumpy? No – never,” he tore into the take-out bag and grabbed his burger.

“Don’t really wanna talk about it, huh?” I already knew the answer.

“Not really. Just got done talking about it, and frankly, it has me a little pissed off.” He took a huge bite, almost as if he was telling me to just eat and keep my mouth shut.

“Okay, then you listen, and I’ll talk.” I moved closer to him.

“Have at it.”

“So, I don’t know shit about whatever the plan is here, but what I think I know is that he thinks Donna and I will blow your cover if we don’t act genuine in front of the law? Sound about right?”

Teller nods at me, taking another massive chunk out of his sandwich. At this rate, he’ll have housed the whole thing in less than five bites.

“Tell me this. When did he so damn greedy? Is this even a good look for the club? And before you go off thinking that I don’t know what’s going on, you’re absolutely right. But I do have a pretty good idea, so don’t go thinkin’ I’m just going to let this alone.”

“Okay,” he said with his mouth full of food.

He kept chewing, and I sat there, waiting for him to say more.

“Well?” I eventually pushed.

“Fine. But I don’t want to talk about this right now. At least give me some time to cool off. Can’t we just have a nice lunch? We never get to do this anymore.”

“No problem, I’m sorry. But later, I want you to tell me what’s been going on, deal?”

“Absolutely. Til then, what do you say we take this party out to the picnic table?” he said, taking hold of my wheelchair and leading me outside. “Clay was right about one thing, though.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” I asked.

“You do look fabulous under the Charming sun.”

The rest of the lunch was pretty nice. We talked about nothing in particular and instead enjoyed each other’s company while catching up on current events and the gossip around Charming I picked up while getting my hair done over the weekend. As our little date was coming to an end, we both had to get back to work. We cleaned up and said our goodbyes, but when Jax leaned in close to kiss me, he playfully growled into my ear. Then he kissed my head, got up, and strutted off back to the garage.

He knew that he absolutely drove me wild when he did that, and he was blissfully aware that he was exciting me right before we had to part ways.

“Oh, I see what you’re doing, Jackson Teller.” I scowled at him.

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

“Just you wait, mister. You’re getting it when you get home tonight,” I wheeled myself over to the car, trying not to let him see me blushing.

“Good,” he yelled back, “I hope I do!”

“That cheeky little bastard, I can’t believe he did that, “I mumbled, pulling out of the Teller Morrow parking lot.

Later that night, I was lying in our king-size bed, the moonlight shining through the window. As soon as he came through the door, I quickly reminded him that he had yet to receive punishment for his little flirty stunt at TM after lunch.

We wrestled around on the bed a little until I decided to kill the mood by once again addressing the elephant in the room.

“So, you’ve had plenty of time to cool down,” I told him.

“I guess. And you still wanna talk about it?” he asked, running his fingers down my arm.

“I hate to ruin the mood, but knowing that whatever is going on between you and Clay is eating you up inside destroys me.” I kissed his chest, doing my best to keep him calm and trying not to retrigger his anger from earlier.

“I love you, babe,” he pulled me closer with one arm.

“I love you too, big papa,” I responded.

“Can we do this in the morning? Over some breakfast, perhaps? I’m really tired, darlin’, and I think it’d be better if I slept on everything before I unbox it all.”

“Of course,” I whispered, and we were fast asleep within minutes.

The following morning I awoke to an excellent breakfast prepared by my husband. It included all my favorites, eggs, bacon, pancakes, fresh fruit, and orange juice.

“This looks so good!” I told him, but I wasn’t willing to put off this conversation any longer. “Look, I know that I’m on a need-to-know basis, and I’m cool with that, but if something has you this upset, this worried, where you’re constantly being short-fused and lashing out, then I need-to-know.”

“Fair enough,” he sighed, setting my plate down in front of me before joining me at the table. “I talked with Clay on the phone this morning.”

“And?” I pried.

“And Opie, Bobby, Tig, I, Clay, and juice will stay behind to help look after everything here, including you, Donna, the kids, and Gemma. And then— well, you know.”

“Okay?”

“I would think Clay would want us to know. I get he wants our reactions to be real, but it’s really strange to keep Gemma in the dark, isn’t it?”

“I know,” he shakes his head, stuffing bacon into his face.

“She’s like the unsung matriarch of the SOA. Is he unaware of the shitstorm he will bring on himself once Gemma finds out he’s keeping her in the dark?”

“Oh, I brought that to his attention too. As has Chibs and Bobby as well.”

“And he still thinks it’s a good idea?”

Jax nods.

“Perhaps jail will be the safest place for him once she finds out, huh?” I said jokingly.

“I’m not so sure three concrete walls and some steel bars would keep Gemma out,” he jokingly responds.

“Well, is the plan definite, or are you still working out the details.”

“Working out the details,” he said with a mouth full of food, “that’s the part we keep getting stuck on.”

“Will you tell me when you know or…?” I asked curiously.

“Of course, darlin’. Look, Opie and I have this worked out; we just need to convince Clay that it’s the right play. At the end of the day, we want to make sure you and Donna are aware of the truth.”

“I appreciate that,” was all I could think to say, being careful not to pry too much. “And Gemma? Are you going to tell her?”

“She’ll be pissed when she finds out we knew, but that’s a bed that Clay has to lay in. It’s not my place.”

“Oh,” I took a bite of my eggs. “Can we afford this?”

“Financially, you don’t need to worry about a thing. Remember that stack of cash in the back of the dresser drawer?”

“Yea. Okay,” I nodded. “Can I ask one more question, if that’s okay?”

He didn’t say anything; he just smiled and squeezed my hand.

“How long?”

“Two months,” he said.

I kept telling myself that it’ll all be over before I knew it, but deep down, I already knew it would feel like an eternity.

#jax teller x disabled reader #jax teller x oc #jax x oc #jax teller fanfiction

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wench-and-jezebel · 2 years ago

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NCIS Reaction: The Immortals

Wench (@scripted-downfall) reacts [with (maybe) occasional asides by Jezebel (@typicalopposite)]

I start this episode after a family dinner that put me in a horrible mood, and a gift exchange that put me in an awesome one; I’m sure my emotional drain rn won’t affect my reaction. At. All. Right?

Kids on a boat, always dangerous

Drunk kids on a boat: even worse

MAKO HAVE VICIOUS TEETH, WDYM [Not discovery channel]

Deep Blue Sea was a warning they clearly haven't listened to

Does he die or find a dead bod- oh, okay then. Dead body it is, then. [Ahvblblblblb]

"Seaman" *snort* [☠️☠️☠️☠️]

kasdjflkjsadf Tony, buddy, you’re adorably excited

Real sword?

REAL SWORD!

Ducky is very adorable. However, plz be careful with the blade. [Indeed! He always is :) even angry ducky is adorable]

At least Gibbs' orders apply to Kate too

Damn, Kate, be sensitive, please; isn’t that the whole point of why you’re here?

"Think of Puerto Rico" Agreed

Once again… For all the idea was to bring Kate along for a sympathetic hand, she's not really being. Sympathetic

"Are these interviews always that difficult?" NO SHIT. IT'S ALMOST LIKE HE TRIED TO WARN YOU BEFORE.

That was Tony's first next-of-kin interview? I once again chew Kate out for her lack of sensitivity with him earlier.

“You just assumed I wouldn’t know how bad it’d be?” “Yeah.” "That is so presumptuous!" WDYM?!?! You didn't expect it to be as bad as it was!!?? He wasn’t wrong!?!?!

Master Chief, huh? I didn’t know NCIS were good forces against the Covenant

"I didn't really notice" Mmmhmm, suspicious

"Computers run the ship" In a horror movie, that would be the problem

Appreciate Tony's defense of capability in young folks

Heyyy! Some people who actually paid attention to the victim! (Automatically suspicious of them, ngl)

It’s not her, but this corpsman looks vaguely like Janice from Deep Blue Sea, or at least speaks like her, and it’d be really funny if she were given my earlier statement (but she’s not)

The change in video quality with the long-distance shots alkdsjf

Abby!!!

Ooh, fantasy game?

I'd love if Tony knew what that was, but I know they'll have him not- Yup, there we go

Love that Abby knows about it, though

She's awesome

"The occasional garotte" "I'd say that's violent" Tony and Abby being an amazing duo again

TONY DOES LOOK INTERESTED

HE GOT THE JARGON RIGHT!!!! I TOLD YOU HE WAS INTERESTED

Ducky's ramblings give me life

His phrasing is great too. "Succumbed" = Sweeney Todd-vibes, "Deduce" = Sherlock Holmes-vibes

Sword be pretty [😂😂]

I appreciate the weapons buff

Men will obsess over swords for the. Imagery. While on a mostly-male vessel.

"I didn't know the boy very well" Like, two people did, wdym

... how does sir randomly know the game's acronym

No, I don't accept. That (MMORPG) is such a random piece of jargon to know because "my kids play it." That's so unrealistic. "Those damn MOMGSRP-somethin'-or-other my young'ns play" is far more in-line with reality, in my personal experience.

Abby getting into the game; she’s adorable

Ducky too!!! My rpg-playing beloveds. (Okay, he's a bit more perplexed than into it, but still)

Abby. Have you eaten.

"You're a prince, Ducky" "Is that a safe occupation in this [game]?" lkjadslkfjaldskfj I love them

I love the lock on her necklace

I clearly have not played enough MMORPGs or something. That or she's just tapping keys during a cutscene.

However, "Would this help, my dear? *moves drink over*" Ducky, I love you

– – –

Another midpoint reaction! I can keep track of my responsibilities! Who knew?! :)

Okay, so. My bias towards characters with my own interests is showing this episode --- aka my bias towards cool characters is showing, because obviously my tastes are impeccable --- and I adore Abby for her enthusiasm with the game. Ducky is awesome for his own part in it: the equal measures of interest and utter confusion is something that's honestly so real. And I maintain that Tony is interested in it too. (No, that's not delusional at all, I don't know what you mean. He not only was the first to inquire with interest about the MMORPG, he *also* remembered that, frankly horrible, acronym. This is a sign of interest and I do not take criticism. Also, he's Alec-coded, who is Dean-coded, who loves stuff like this --- see: LARPing episode --- so. Yeah.) These three are my dears. [I meant to say yesterday when y’all were talking about him acting dumb and you didn’t like that: I think Tony’s a lot more like Dean than Alec in that sense. That may only be because I haven’t seen Alec yet to know if he’s goofy in the way Dean is. You know, where there’s a difference between being goofy and actually being dumb, if that makes sense?] Alec is definitely goofy-but-smart. I mean, it’s kinda hard to avoid, to be fair, since he’s from Manticore, but yeah. He’s shown to have, on-camera, knowledge of: strategy, triage/first aid, and a number of other skills. He’s also taken classes on “communication and verbal usage” to fit in, and has obviously run a number of successful ops. All in all, he’s clearly using charisma as a way of disarming people, not actually being stupid.

Honestly, the above is the main change. Gibbs is still Gibbs (though less annoying and more... he's just kinda there? He's not really done that much good or bad that I've noticed.) Kate is still being annoying, though --- that scene with Russell's mother still has me irritated --- so no improvement there. Current character ranking: Tony/Abby ('bout equal) > Ducky (veryyyy close. Almost a three-way tie) > Gibbs (wayyyyy further down) > Kate (sorry, but you suck, Maxie) [😂😂😂😂 Maybe it’s just because I know what’s coming and that alters my ability to hate Kate, but I like Kate, and so I’m struggling to see why you don't. ☠️ But I also don’t pay too much attention whenever I watch so maybe that’s why.] What do you like about Kate though? How does she not bother you? [idk, maybe it’s because it’s been a while since I watched the show and I just liked all of them. And again I know what’s coming.] ... You're watching the show rn [Yeah, but I’m watching it while I’m doing other stuff, so I’m not really taking in it the same way you are. Also, I don’t think I’ll look for things to like or dislike about a character unless I’m told to, if that makes sense. Like, with Max, I am looking for what other people don’t like, so obviously I’m gonna see it and not like her. But, if I’m watching a show without having other people’s opinions on it, I kinda just watch it and don’t pick up on those things.] You didn’t like Sam all on your own, though? [He wasn’t my favorite, but I didn’t start actively disliking him until we started talking. And I went back and Reeeeeally Watched it and was like wow he is kinda shitty. But, then again, I’ve always been the type of person where I have to watch something twice to fully grasp it and, by the time I was re-watching Supernatural, I was slowly watching it because I wanted to see Destiel stuff. So I would’ve missed it then too 😆😆😆] lasdflkajfd ma'am. I give up, but… ma’am.

ANYWAY. Character placement has shifted a bit. I really don’t get what fixes Kate’s character — she’s a newbie, but she’s acting outraged any time someone has to teach her something/correctly points out her lack of experience; she’s a new recruit, but treats her superior like he’s an equal (which, I’m sorry, but, speaking as someone who has worked in lab conditions with mentors, you don’t do that unless they tell you to, and I haven’t seen Gibbs say that once); she’s not that much better a person than anyone else on the team, but she acts like she’s the end-all-be-all judgement of personal character (and not just with Tony, but with Gibbs and Ducky, too, at various points) — but I guess I’ll try to keep an open mind for Jezebel’s sake. I’m fetching myself refreshments and then I’ll pick up again. [😂😂 I never said she gets better] Damn it. But also, in all seriousness, I might be less annoyed by her arrogance if she’s actually got a bit more seniority. I doubt it, but maybe.

Post-script: Thinking (while I procure this food) that I may just have something against main characters --- or how they're written --- or something, because I have not liked an actual main character *once* in so long... idk, maybe it's something about modern writing, or the archetype itself, but just. Not my thing, ig. I don't know for sure.

– – –

This is the most random assortment of refreshments ever, but it’ll do. This is why you don’t let someone with a chronological age of adult but a mental age of child make decisions. If you do, you end up watching a television show with a bowl of corn and some soda. Shhhhh.

– – –

Actually, apparently we’re not shushing because of Jezebel:

Jezebel: ☠️☠️☠️ A bowl Of CORN? Wench: A bowl of corn Wench: *sends photo of corn in a bowl and apple soda in a decorative glass. And a water bottle* Wench: A bowl of corn Jezebel: And coke in a wine glass. I’m ded. Wench: It’s apple soda. And not a wine glass. Jezebel: DED Wench: If we’re speaking technically, that is Jezebel: OK?!?!☠️☠️☠️😂😂☠️☠️ Wench: THERE'S A VEGETABLE, OKAY, IT'S HEALTHY Jezebel: ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ Whatever you have to say to yourself to justify that your snack of choice is a bowl of corn. Not popped. Just corn Wench: It's corn Jezebel: A big lump with knobs? Wench: Canned corn. I’m lazy. Also. I did just have dinner with folks. So I have had other food Jezebel: True. But still Wench: WHAT IS THE ISSUE WITH CORN Jezebel: Honestly? Nothing. I’ll make corn and tomatoes just to eat for a snack. I’m just messing with you :) Wench: asdlkfjas;ldfkja;sldkjf Wench: -unfriended- Jezebel: Rude

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Okay, now we’re going on. Assuming my co-reactor over here doesn’t cause problems again :)

Weylin is a good name

So is Kinvaras [Lol]

[Ooo jump scare]

LOOK! LOOK!!! TONY KNOWING THE GAME INFORMATION!!!

“When you’re a computer geek playing online-” Mmmhmm, do go on. How do you know, Tony? [😂😂😂😂😂😂]

Jethro's a decent rpg game, ngl.

He just wants to buy the sword

[I wish to reply to the accusation from the start of this post-midpoint reaction… You said that. Then paused. Then started. Then paused again. Then was like wait go back 😂😂😂😂] Shut up, I’m revelling in my Tony-is-interested-in-rpgs headcanons, which are seeming more and more canon. Also, I wanted to see if the scuffle I heard as he walked away was him being happy about buying the sword, or him tripping. Alas, it was the latter, but the former lives in the good NCIS in my head

The camerawork here is weirdly choppy

"Codebreaker 7.8" alskdjf;lkasdjf;lakdsjf

... Tony. Your hair.

Ooh, she's pretty

Um... isn't this entrapment? I guess they're not doing it for prosecution and just for leverage, but still.

He's still so happy about being in Puerto Rico laksdjf

Y'all, maybe that's where the dings came from askdfj If there weren't scratches on any swords, THEN MAYBE IT WAS THE FREAKING POLE THAT HAS SCRATCH MARKS IN IT

(paraphrasing:) "You cannot let personal judgements interfere with the case" "I don't" Excuse me, yes, you do, Kate

"Reception's not good here" mmmhmmm, that's not suspicious at all

alkdsjflakjdsf Tony, Tony, Tony. 'sigh' He's a professional something, alright. [Tony you dog 😂😂😂] Look. I’m just saying. You know what they say: all work and no play… [☠️☠️☠️] Also, Jezebel, how dare you! NOT THE DOG JOKES AGAIN! [😂😂😂😂]

"There was nothing in the UCMJ against virtual homicides" askdfjalkdsfj

[Also, Misha Collins is in an episode. I just remembered but it’s like a season three] Dammit, guess I have to keep going [Well darn 🙂]

Damn, that's a veryyyyy in-depth diary

"I'm constantly being monitored by the crew" Buddy, they barely knew you

“Downloading a lot of… stuff” Hmm… *cough cough* [He had a super virus]

Look, I know that rambling wastes some degree of time, but. Gibbs is so mean to Ducky :( How dare you ignore his rambling!?

Kate doesn't actually seem to be allowing contamination with her personal values; this is logical. (not sarcastic; I'm almost impressed, except this should be the bare minimum)

Tony, I wanna know about what you brought back. I'm almost impressed, btw, that they didn't go for an easy joke about that one

lkasjdflksadjf ONCE AGAIN, HOW DID WE SUDDENLY GET TO HOMELAND SECURITY AND BIOWEAPONS?!?!!??! THERE'S LESS THAN TEN MINUTES LEFT!?!?!?

Okay. Ya know what… I’m just rolling with it.

Okay, that acting was iffy. “No! He can't do this!!” was so desperate. Then, "I don't know.” was so flat. alskdfjla;skdjf [☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️] Sorry, but it’s true [It very much is]

I'm. This episode has spiraled so much.

[Nooo the way Gibbs gets back in his face tho. ☠️☠️☠️☠️]

Okay, I appreciated the: “To win the game. *music stills*” That was pretty damn cool.

“The ‘plague against the realm’ could simply be referring to a computer virus.” Wait. Hold up. Give it a sec, but if I accidentally called his plan from the beginning — r.e. “In a horror movie, [the computers] would be the problem” — I'm gonna laugh

…

What-

This-

I'm-

...

I'm condensing my thoughts about this later

[Oh, the CGI]

“I'm finding this very hard to understand, Abby.” Me too, Ducky, me too.

This exposition though. It’s literally restating stuff that was already allegedly covered, and is only to explain the confusing plotline to the audience, but it’s also Abby and Ducky, so I'm not complaining

“Aren't you interested at all in what I brought you back from Puerto Rico?” I am, Tony. I am.

On second thought… I'm not surprised.

ALDSKJF;LAKDFJA;LKDSFJ (scandalized): TONY

(scandalized): GIBBS

TONY BUYING AN RPG BOOK; YES, I SAID IT, MY BELOVED (Yes, I get he allegedly gave it to Gibbs, but still. He knew what to look for. And about the dice. I’m sorry, but… yeah. He’s such a rpg kid, I’m sorry.)

WE ART DONE.

– – –

Okay, look. I reallyyyyyy want to like this one. And, in many ways, I do. The rpg element is, as Jezebel can attest --- psst, Jezebel, attest: [☠️☠️☠️☠️ I attest] --- right up my alley. Abby, Ducky, and Tony all got big roles, too. And Gibbs wasn't that bad. Hell, even Kate --- though I did find her a bit annoying at times --- wasn't thatttt bad. I will die on the rpg-player!Tony hill, and I appreciate this episode for that. I also like the juxtaposition of medieval-ish and modern.

But it just... wasn't great. The story was confusing --- I'm really good at following stories, and I felt like this was a bit... everywhere. Again, I think they're trying to go too big without being able to handle it. --- and the pacing was weird. The "omg, we might have a bomb on our enclosed ship that might kill us and we only have x amount of time to find and deal with it" was really rushed --- again, confined to the last 10 minutes of the show --- and didn't have much weight to it. That would have been better as a whole (or at least half) episode, to be honest. I'm not even sure why they (the characters) all assumed there'd be a bioweapon anyway? Like, "a plague against the realm" was clearly rpg code-speak, and the guy was a computer geek. Why are they acting like he suddenly as bioweapon/bio-bomb training???

Also. If the guy wanted to get at Kinvaras. But he believed that Kinvaras had spies everywhere (e.g. in the entire crew). And he wants to take them down. Why tf did they decide "oh, yeah, wiping out Kinvaras' gamer profile and blowing up our captain will do it" was a reasonable stance? It would have been far more logical to have computer geek boy decide to take out all the computers on board. (I mention for the third time that they literally said the words "Computers run the ship" and then never had the *computer guy* who was also trying to *take down the ship* attempt to take down the computers.) [😂😂]

Anyway. I’m not trying to be too harsh. The episode was just… very hit-or-miss. When it hit, it really hit; when it missed, it missed badly. And I just feel kinda blah about it. I will simply move onto the next reaction with memories of Abby, Ducky, and Tony-the-soon-to-be-a-closeted-rpg-nerd, and pretend that the logical/writing errors here didn’t happen. Fun lil rpg episode, no issues at all… right?!

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chernayawidow · 1 year ago

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I’m a big sucker for soulmate fics, plus I adore your writing, so I’m REALLY excited to start reading and see how this series plays out!

“Because just this morning, Danny Schmitt got his hand stuck in the automatic stapler during Math class.” — My guy, what on earth would possess you to stick your hand inside an automatic stapler? What thought process (if any) did you go through in order to gain this end result?

“Dad would call those guys dumbasses. You were inclined to agree.” — Yeah I’m ALSO inclined to agree! He’s definitely not the sharpest tool in the shed…

“Last Thanksgiving, she smiled and told Great Aunt Janet, “At least my five year olds can wipe their own asses.”” — MUM REALLY ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS!!! 😮‍💨

“Smirking, Dad had followed up with, “How’s the incontinence, Jan? Ain’t lettin’ up at all?”” — HOT DAMN WE’VE GOT SOME SASSY PARENTS IN THIS ONE! I rock with that! 🤙

“Yes! Math was not your strongest subject, but even you could finish four more square root problems.” — It is, in fact, one of my weakest subjects. It forged my core memories of having to sit at the dining table with my dad until I got my questions right… except he was actually very helpful and taught me easy methods (my teacher proceeded to bitch about those methods because it wasn’t “the proper way” and marked me wrong even though I got the right answers every time) anyway, sorry about the mini rant! Math sucks ass and I rest my case 🤣

“You didn’t know it then, but today was the day your childhood died—after Dad sat you down and told you what happened to your mom.” — and now just add two cups of childhood tragedy so that we can really spice up the dish and give it that heart wrenching gourmet flavour 👩‍🍳

““Bobby,” he said, nodding back. Realization finally dawned on you. Oh, Uncle Bobby?” — HOLD ON A DAMN MINUTE!!!! HAVING BOBBY FOR AN UNCLE FEELS LIKE WE WON THE DAMN LOTTO!!!

“The thought startled you. Because somehow (and you didn’t know why), it didn’t feel like you were the one that thought it.” — WOOOH!! And thus the emotional rollercoaster takes off!!

““Are you hungry?” he asked. You blinked, trying to register what he said while you shook off the weird things you were feeling.” — I could go for a feed actually ngl… maybe some KFC chips, some popcorn chicken maybe?

“Until something else began to creep up in his chest. Something he hadn’t felt since…since his mom died.” — Poor little thing 💔🥺 Ah well, surely they can bond over prematurely dead mums when they meet and have a heart to heart!

“Those sensations only lasted for a moment—the time it took them to finally cross the street at the red light and pass a pick-up truck going the opposite way.” — YOU WENT AND DID THAT HUH? Ahhhh so close yet so so SO far away 🤣

“He rubbed his chest absently. But soon enough, he forgot about it. Just like you did. Neither of you realized exactly what happened that day. It was the first tug of a lifelong bond, seared into your souls.” — That’s literally so cute!!

Literally the very beginning of the series and you’ve already killed off our dear sweet and sassy mother, so I’m assuming the angst is gonna be spicy for this series! 😭 but already off to such a strong start, I’m loving the subtlety of their first soul connection moment. Can’t wait to binge more of this!! 🫶🫶

Never Say Goodbye - Part 1

Pairing: Dean W. x Female Reader

Summary: The first time you and Dean sensed each other’s thoughts and feelings, you were just kids. It would take years to realize that you both were bonded for life, and even longer to finally meet. [Soulmate AU] (Rated M for eventual scenes – 18+)

Word Count: 2,000 Warnings: Some angst

Part 1: Proximity

You’ve grown up watching your parents. At fourteen, you already understood how rare their relationship was—high school sweethearts, married for sixteen years, and certified soulmates.

Apparently it was even more rare to find your soulmate so early in life, but as Mom said, Sometimes the universe helps you out.

But you just started high school, and after surveying the pool of guys you have to work with, you really hope that “universe” stuff is just wishful thinking.

Because just this morning, Danny Schmitt got his hand stuck in the automatic stapler during Math class. Meanwhile, his friends were collecting bets on how many stitches he was going to need once they finally pried his fingers out.

Dad would call those guys dumbasses. You were inclined to agree.

You looked away from the scene (there was a lot of blood, and now your teacher was trying to free Danny with the only tool in the utility closet: a large hammer). But you couldn’t focus on your busy work like your teacher instructed either.

Sometimes, you still found it hard to believe your parents had met in high school. They had such an easy way between them, and not just because they could hear one another’s thoughts.

Mom was a kindergarten teacher, patient, kind, and encouraging. She came from a family of professors and school administrators, who frankly thought she could’ve done more with her life than “wipe five year olds’ noses.” Last Thanksgiving, she smiled and told Great Aunt Janet, “At least my five year olds can wipe their own asses.”

Smirking, Dad had followed up with, “How’s the incontinence, Jan? Ain’t lettin’ up at all?”

Dad was a cop, though he wasn’t as strict as he could've been. Or as dumb as cops seemed to be in the movies.

No, your dad could be stern, but he was always fair, even if you…didn’t really hang out with him much. Mom was basically your best friend, while Dad was often too busy to know what was going on in your life.

Really, you just couldn’t see what your parents had in common, other than the dusty, midwestern town where they’d grown up. (Speaking of which, you shivered and zipped your coat higher up on your neck. Even indoors, winter in South Dakota was nothing to sneeze at.)

But your parents would share a look sometimes. Your mom would smile, and your dad’s mouth would quirk up at the corner, his eyes softening in a way they only did for her. And then you’d remember that they had their own world that you couldn’t really understand just yet.

“All right,” your teacher said. He wiped sweat from his brow while Danny’s friends carried him off to the nurse’s office. The stapler was in pieces on the floor, but poor Danny still had two huge staples in his index and ring fingers. “I think we’re done for the day. Just finish workbook pages for chapter three and we’ll cover it tomorrow.”

Yes! Math was not your strongest subject, but even you could finish four more square root problems. The teacher’s desk phone rang while you gathered your backpack and books. You were about to leave the classroom when your teacher called you back. You didn’t like the somber look on his face.

“You need to get to the principal’s office,” he said. “Your dad is there waiting for you.”

You didn’t know it then, but today was the day your childhood died—after Dad sat you down and told you what happened to your mom.

Winter in South Dakota was harsh. It could even be dangerous, especially on icy roads shared with grocery truck haulers.

They buried Mom in the same cemetery as your grandparents and your aunt (not Janet, by the way. You didn’t really remember your Aunt Karen, but your dad always avoided talking about his sister). The cemetery was small, but you guessed that made sense for a smallish town like Sioux Falls.

You stayed there until everyone else who loved your mom was gone, and it was just you and your dad left.

You didn’t bother to wipe your tears—not until your dad set a hand on your shoulder. You tried to wipe them away quickly, even though you didn’t really know why you didn’t want him to see you crying. He just gave you this look. In his eyes, you could see every fathom of his heartbreak. In a way, it told you everything you needed to know about your dad.

So you leaned into his side, and he held you close while the icy winds whipped at both of you.

Snow crunched beneath someone’s feet, and you turned to see a man walking down the row of headstones. He looked kind of familiar…

He had a thick beard and wore a baseball cap, but he took it off once he got close enough to pay his respects—first to Mom…then to Aunt Karen.

“Jack,” he greeted with a nod of respect.

You looked up at your dad, and the free emotions he’d been wearing clammed up behind a more familiar stern expression.

“Bobby,” he said, nodding back. Realization finally dawned on you. Oh, Uncle Bobby?

You hadn’t seen your uncle since you were…ten? Probably since Aunt Karen’s funeral.

“I’m real sorry about Christine,” Uncle Bobby said. He sounded a bit gruff, but his eyes were kind when they met yours sympathetically. “About your mom.”

Another tear fell down your cheek, but you nodded and wiped it away, sniffling.

“Thank you,” your dad said eventually. There was a brief, but awkward pause. Then Bobby nodded to himself and walked away, setting that faded blue baseball cap back on his head. You watched him go curiously.

“You remember your uncle,” Dad said. He didn’t seem happy about it.

“Yeah,” you replied. “Why didn’t he stay?”

He was family, after all.

Dad shook his head. There was a wry downturn to his lips. “He’s got a junk heap to look after.”

You frowned in confusion. But he didn’t explain what he meant. He just steered you back toward the car to go home.

Just as you both crossed under the iron arch to leave the cemetery, Dad reached into his pocket and gave you something. Your mom’s wedding ring.

“You can wear it if you want,” he said. “Or just keep it safe. Either way, just remember…she’s still with you. And I’m always gonna watch over you.”

The thought made you feel the slightest bit better, and also worse. Still, you took the ring and held it between your fingers. It was simple sterling silver, but beautiful all the same.

You got into his pick-up truck and he started the drive home. Just as you turned the corner, you hit a red light. You stared out the window as snow started a light fall, flurrying down to the damp pavement. Soon the ground would be icy and wet, and that reminded you of grocery trucks. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you were sick of it. Sick of crying.

It actually annoyed you…or…did it?

A feeling fluttered in your chest. It felt like anxiety and irritation all wrapped up into one. And another feeling, this time attached to a thought. It felt hot in your throat, and a lot like—

It’s not fair!

The thought startled you. Because somehow (and you didn’t know why), it didn’t feel like you were the one that thought it.

Finally, the street light turned green. It flashed in the corner of your eyes, and then you noticed a sleek, black car coming in the opposite direction. You watched it pass by for a moment, until your dad distracted you with a question.

“Are you hungry?” he asked. You blinked, trying to register what he said while you shook off the weird things you were feeling. Once your brain caught up to your mouth, you were finally able to answer.

“Not really.”

“Come on. I’ll get us a burger.”

You shrugged, but for once you really weren’t hungry.

“Dad, come on,” Dean said in frustration. On one hand, he didn’t want to argue with his dad.

On the other hand, this really wasn’t fair!

He was seventeen already. He’d gone on a handful of hunts with John before, so why not this one?

“Too dangerous,” John said. He looked over at Dean from the Impala’s driver’s seat. His tone boded no further argument. “Djinn are tricky. Even seasoned hunters have trouble with ‘em.”

Dean frowned. “I’m ready, Dad.”

“Do we have to go to Bobby’s house?” Sam piped up from the back seat. At thirteen, he was getting more and more lippy.

“Cheaper than a motel.” John smiled, then glanced at his younger son through the rear-view mirror. “Besides, why not Bobby’s?”

Sam sighed. “His heater doesn’t always work.”

“Well, I’ll help him take a look before I go,” John replied. Dean stared at the side of his dad’s face for a while, but he knew a lost argument when he saw one.

…Still, he couldn’t help but try.

“Dad,” Dean pressed.

John’s gaze stayed on the road. “Not this time, son. You and Sam’ll be okay at Bobby’s.”

Dean resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Yeah, bored at Bobby’s. But he knew it was better than being left at a crusty motel room. He was annoyed, but he could deal with it.

Until something else began to creep up in his chest. Something he hadn’t felt since…since his mom died.

It was this ball of lead in his chest, weighing him down and constricting his throat. It felt a lot like…like fear, and sadness. And finally confusion. He was confused?

Maybe.

Sad? Afraid? Not really, no. At least, he didn’t think so. He hadn’t thought about his mom like that in a while…

So what the hell?

Those sensations only lasted for a moment—the time it took them to finally cross the street at the red light and pass a pick-up truck going the opposite way.

But that moment seemed to drag on for minutes. Now he really was confused.

He sat still, hesitating, until the feeling eventually passed.

“Hey, Dean, where’s the Batman comic?” Sam leaned up by his ear to ask.

Dean almost flinched. He played it off though, and turned to look back at his brother.

“It’s in my bag, but wait ‘til we get to Bobby’s.”

“Why? That’s like, a whole ten minutes away,” Sam pointed out.

“Because my bag’s under a ton of stuff back there. Just leave it for a few minutes,” Dean said. He sensed that Sam was about to get all bitchy and not let it go, but then John cut in.

“He’s right, Sam. Just cool it until we get there.”

Sam frowned, slumping into his seat with an annoyed huff. Wanting to tease him out of his kid funk, Dean smirked, reached back and playfully tapped his knee. “Yeah, cool it.”

Sam slapped his hand away. “Stop.”

“Make me, dork.” Accompanied by another teasing flick to his ear. Sam hit him back, and it would’ve devolved into an immature, but not uncommon free-for-all, if not for John’s heavy sigh and a sharp warning.

“Boys, enough!”

Then the car was silent. Sam huffed again and settled back into his seat. Dean tapered down his smile and sat back in his too. He looked out the window and saw the snow beginning to fall. Without meaning to, his mind drifted back to that weird feeling in his chest.

He rubbed his chest absently. But soon enough, he forgot about it. Just like you did.

Neither of you realized exactly what happened that day.

It was the first tug of a lifelong bond, seared into your souls.

AN: Okay, this is my first soulmate AU! Maybe the end was a little melodramatic there lol.

Let me know in the comments what you think! Then keep reading. ;)

Here it is: Part 2.

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…Oh, hello! Didn’t see you there, heh.

Are you for me? I wouldn’t know why, I always try to stay out of your way. Goodness knows I don’t need to get into any more trouble.

…I did hear about what you did with the Archivist - congrats on that, by the way! I don’t know why it keeps running back to you, but I’m sure you’re having fun with it.

…Are you doing this for the Archivist? God, if that’s the case, I’d better get out of here. I’d rather put off that confrontation as long as possible.

You know I didn’t mean to cause you so much trouble, right? I would’ve even given a statement if you’d Asked! But you always wanted written statements, and, well…

…Do you want a statement? Is that why you’re here? …Well, it’s not like I have anything better to do. Hm… how about the first Book I got my hands on?

I was staying with a friend after a series of unfortunate, though purely mundane, events left me without a place of my own. To help cheer me up, she took me thrifting. I’ve always enjoyed thrift shops; you can always find the strangest things in there. I typically only buy an odd shirt or two, but I enjoy browsing the whole store, just looking at the collection of weird novelty trinkets and antiques.

I was looking through the books when I saw the Book. I can’t remember the title now, but at the time it looked like a collection of fairy tales, though not any I recognized. I was excited to read it, especially since I didn’t think I’d find anything worth picking up there. I also had thoughts about looking up the name on the bookplate as well, to see if Juergen Leitner had anything else I might want to read. Heh.

I never had the patience for books, though. I didn’t finish the collection, and the short stories I did read were all… strange. They definitely weren’t fairy tales like I’d assumed. Each story was a single day focused on a different character. The story heavily implied that the characters had a dark secret or past that they were hiding, but before the secret was revealed, each character would go into the woods that night and be killed by some dark monster. It looked like there was some sort of connection between the characters, but I never did find out what it was. I never finished the Book.

Soon after I bought the Book, strange things began happening in my friend’s apartment. Lights would go out, lit rooms would be darker than they should be, growls and other sounds would come from outside, etc etc. You know, average Dark encounter stuff. I did make the connection between the events and the Book, but I never wanted to really consider it.

One night fairly early on, I was trying to get to sleep. That night specifically, though, I’d stayed up to read another story from the Book, and I was having trouble relaxing in the dark. Especially with the noises outside keeping me up. I thought it was a neighbor’s angry dog growling and… well, the other sounds weren’t really dog noises, but I’d convinced myself it was.

Then the growling started coming from inside my room.

I immediately got up and turned on the lights, but it still felt very dark, too Dark, so I ended up turning on every light in the apartment. My friend was annoyed with me, but even she had been noticing the strangeness with the lights, so she let it go.

At the time, I didn’t believe in the supernatural. I’d had two previous encounters with the entities, but I could brush off or mostly explain away anything strange about those events. And if I’d left the book alone, this story probably would have been the same. But I kept reading.

And it kept happening. At first, the growling would only happen if I read the Book at night, but it very quickly started happening every night. I’d try to go to sleep, and then something inside my room would start growling, and I’d have to turn on all the lights to chase it out. At this point, I honestly thought I was starting to lose my mind; quite a number of mundane things were putting a lot of stress on me at the time. A part of me still refused to accept the existence of the supernatural, and I assumed that I was cracking under the pressure and projecting it onto the story. Either way, though, I became terrified of the beast from the Book coming for me at night.

Eventually, I decided to stop reading it entirely and destroy the Book. I assumed that if the monster from the Book was real, then burning it would destroy it and I’d be safe.

…Luckily, I’m not actually being compelled, so I won’t have to describe what happened when my friend and I tried to burn the Book. I will say, though, that we did manage to destroy it, and that I started believing in the supernatural after it. There really was no good explanation for what happened other than that.

That encounter thrust me into the world of Fears, even if I was mostly interested in Books - well, Leitners - initially. Though I suppose I should save that for another statement, shouldn’t I?

…You’re still here. Are you not finished? Well, I am. [sound of a chair scraping on the ground] Good luck, Archivist! Though don’t take it personally if I don’t see you again, heh.

[click]

Hm. For all they think me a fool for getting so tied up, they certainly got themselves entangled quite easily. Found one of the Web’s tape recorders and immediately start talking to it…

Well, thank you for the statement, Cherry. And good job on officially becoming a beneficiary. I hope you enjoy being bound by the contract more than I do.

… I really should deal with that book thief.

#you really got played huh. this wasn’t on my orders but damn.#statements #book thief #the Dark

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alexsoenomel · 2 years ago

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Amorevolous (Sam Winchester x Reader smut and fluff)

Request:

Sammy aftercare one shot? Like him and reader got really down and dirty but once the sex is over, he turns into soft boy, cuddling with reader, stroking her skin and bringing her back down from her high…?

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: sexy times nothing special and a little bit of a praising kink

Word count: 859

Note: I LOVED WRITING THIS! Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)

“Are you mine, (Y/N)?” Sam whispered in your ear while fucking you senseless.

You pull on his hair feeling every inch of him, not wanting him to stop. “Y-yes.” Was all that came from your mouth.

“I wanna hear you say it!” He ordered.

“I am yours Sam! Only...yours!” Your breathing became heavier and more erratic since he was only making things harder. His pace was getting faster, his trusts stronger and the only thing you couldn’t do was....cum. Not until he tells you to.

“Good girl.” He praised you knowing how much it turned you on.

He loved being in control, making you come undone and watching you not being able to stand up after. He was indeed a perfect pleasure dom. If you obeyed, you would get a reward and what you craved right now was a fucking orgasm.

“Sam! I wanna cum!” You whined not knowing how much you can last. “Please!”

“You really wanna cum, huh?” Sam smirked speeding up the pace a little bit.

“Yes, please!” You moaned. “Fuck!”

He was torturing you and you were a spoiled brat, desperately wanting to orgasm. You could feel your body curling up as the pleasure was building up with his every thrust. He was impossible.

“Please Sammy!”

“Only because you were so good! Cum!” He ordered. Fucking finally.

You could finally let go. Gripping his back on both sides, digging your nails into his flesh you could finally let go. Sam flinched for a second feeling the pressure but didn’t say anything. He wanted you to enjoy every second of your orgasm.

And you did. Arching your back as you screamed his name over and over again. His pace became slower until he finally stopped, kissed your lips and collapsed right next to you.

“But what about you?” You asked him panting, trying to catch your breath.

“Not about me today.” He said as he kissed your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“I’m.....shaking.” You laughed. “You really like to torture me Sammy.”

“Torturing you is for me, but everything else is for you. I get off on you in that state.” He explained. “Cheeky.”

Sam got off the bed and went to the bathroom. He came back few seconds later with a glass of water. “Here you go!”

“You read my mind. I’m parched.” You said and chugged every drop of water in a matter of seconds.

“I know.” He gave you a smile. “You always are afterwards.”

Sam was big on aftercare, from the very beginning. He would tease the shit out you, make you lose your damn mind BUT always take care of you after. He never did anything you didn’t like and always respected your boundaries. He would play within those boundaries but never cross them.

He laid next to you as you placed your head on his bare chest. You made sure you were both covered since it was pretty chilly in the bunker.

“Was it good?” He asked you as he was stroking your hair.

“Amazing.” You simply said. “It has been a while I really missed you.”

“I know.....4 long weeks.”

Life of a hunter is not easy. Sometimes you would have to split up since monsters never sleep. That’s exactly what happened. Dean went to Lincoln, Nebraska to locate and kill a nasty vampire who was targeting young girls and got himself in trouble. You and Sam figured something wasn’t right when he didn’t pick up his phone for 10 hours, so naturally he had to go to Nebraska and find him. You on the other hand had to find and kill a ghost who was killing people in Lebanon. 4 longest weeks of your life.....

“I love you Sammy.”

“I love you too.” He said and kissed your head. You moved right next to him as he moved on his side facing you before wrapping his hands around your waist and intertwining his legs with yours. He touched your nose with his, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world.

“I love when you do that.” You said and placed a kiss on the tip of his perfect nose.

“Do what?” He asked and kissed your nose returning the same innocent kiss to you.

“I love when you take care of me after sex. It makes me feel safe and loved.”

“I can make you lose your mind, call you my whore and not let you cum but once sex is over and you are satisfied you are my (Y/N) and my (Y/N) deserves love and cuddles.”

His words never seem to be just words. What he said was what he delivered. It made your heart skip a beat like you were a teenager again. “My (Y/N)” - made you blush instantly. Being his... every part of you was Sam’s, forever and always.

“I love being yours.”

“I’m yours too, you know?”

“I know.”

“Do you wanna take a shower and then sleep? It’s kinda late.”

You look at the clock...it was almost 3am.

“Shower together?” You asked giving him puppy dog eyes.

He just smiled and nodded.

“Perfect! I want to wash your hair.”

“It’s all yours (Y/N).”

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dialovers-translations · 2 years ago

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DIABOLIK LOVERS LUNATIC PARADE WonderGOO Tokuten Drama CD “Tumult at the Lost Child Center ~Don’t be too Childish~”

Original title:「ディアヴォリック★自堕落生活～長男の憂鬱～」

Source: Diabolik Lovers Lunatic Parade WonderGOO Tokuten Drama CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru & Tatsuhisa Suzuki

Translator’s note: Honestly Ayato & Yuma are such a fun pairing because they’re both relatively ‘chill’ guys who have more of a childish side to them. Defintiely the perfect pick for a CD about a lost child center haha. It was really cute to see Yuma interact with the kids, although I never doubted his skills in that regard. He just radiates those ‘big bro’ vibes. :p Ayato on the other hand struggled a bit more, but I think he’s decent at dealing with kids too. Let’s just be grateful it wasn’t Kanato there instead or he would have set those poor children on fire lol.

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Ayato: Ahー Ahー If you have found or are looking for a lost child, then…get your ass to the damn lost child center! (1) Do you understand!?

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Ayato: Heh…Whatcha say, Chichinashi? My announcement was flawless, no?

Yuma: Ahー It was a fuckin’ disaster. Why did it sound like ya were givin’ them an order at the end!? Haah…I’m really out of luck, havin’ to do this job together with this dumbass.

Ayato: That’s my line! The kids are gonna get scared by you with your big frame and that nasty look on your face!

Yuma: Ah? No way. Just so ya know, lookin’ after some lil’ brats is a piece of cake for me. I used to do it all the time in the past after all.

Ayato: Heeh…Even if that’s true, the past is the past, right? Whether it’s lookin’ after kids or anythin’ else, I’m not losin’ to you so you better brace yourself !

Yuma: Oh come on, don’t get so damn competitive over every single thing! Ahー What a pain in the ass…

A crying girl is brought in.

*Thud*

Ayato: …Oh! A lost child was brought in right on cue! …’Kay, I’ll make her stop cryin’ so watch closely!

Yuma: Well, show us what you’ve got.

*Rustle*

Ayato: Oi, brat. Stop cryin’ right now. Those sobs and sniffles are hella loud and annoyin’.

Child: Uu…

Ayato: Hah? What am I doin’ wrong, Chichinashi? I gotta make myself clear to her, right!?

Yuma: You’re being way too serious to a kid. Haha…Ya have to be a lil’ more chill when ya talk to them.

Ayato: Haah!? What should I do then!?

You try to explain.

Ayato: I see…Her name, huh? ーー Oi, you! Teach me your name! By the way, mine’s Ayato. Remember to add ‘-sama’ to the end when you refer to me, ‘kay?

Yuma: I can’t believe he’s askin’ a kid to refer to him as ‘-sama’. Pfftー! …Lame!

Ayato: …Shut up!

Child: Uu…

Yuma: Ahー Look, she’s even more scared now ‘cause ya started shoutin’ out of nowhere.

Ayato: Keh…! Aah, what now!? I guess I should do somethin’ which will catch her attention…Oi! Teach me what works best with small human girls!

You explain.

Ayato: …Dolls!? Me…!?

Yuma: Pfft! Playin’ house with dolls. Go ahead and give it a shot! I mean, ya talked pretty big earlier so I’m sure ya can pull it off, right?

Ayato: Geh…I’ll do it! Chichinashi, you help out too!

You nod.

Ayato: Come on. I’ll play with you, so pick your doll.

*Rustle*

Ayato: Haah…? You had all these choices to pick from and you went with the creepy Witch? So, how do you want to play?

The child explains.

Ayato: Haah…!? I’m playin’ as the Princess while Chichinashi gets to be the Prince!? ーー Hold up. Why did you divide the roles like that!? Shouldn’t it be the other way ‘round!?

Yuma: Haha! Maybe the kid’s tryin’ to show her good heart by lettin’ ya be the Princess since you’ve been havin’ a hard time so far.

Ayato: Haah!?

The child asks to play.

Ayato: Haah? Ah…Right…Let’s see… (talks with a high-pitched, feminine voice) ‘Ah, I’m a cute Princess. Nice to meet you!’

*Rustle*

Yuma: Pfftーー! …Fuck…I can’t believe I have to witness this…Is this a new type of torture? Haha!

Ayato: You bastard…Shut the fuck up! Don’t watch!

*Rustle*

Ayato: …Haah? You want me to have this apple? I’m not that dumb to just eat an apple given to me by some shady-ass Witch! No thank you!

Child: Uu…

Ayato: …!?

Child: Uu…

Ayato: …Fine! I just gotta eat it, right!? …’Nom, nom, nom’ …Ah? I’m not gonna fall unconscious from the poison. That’d be hella lame!

Child: Uu…

Yuma: Ahーahー Ya never learn, do ya?

Ayato: Aah…!? Honestly, you’ve been talkin’ like you know best this whole damn time. Then you do it instead!

Yuma: Yeah, sure. Come on. Hand me the Princess doll.

*Rustle*

Yuma: …Ughー! The apple’s poison…!

*Thud*

Ayato: Haha! He’s totally into it. Lame!

Yuma: Say whatever ya want. …Oi, Sow! Don’t be spacin’ over there and kiss me already!

You seem surprised.

Yuma: You’re the Prince here, right!? Wake me up with a true lover’s kiss! …Hehe. If ya want, I don’t mind if ya kiss me directly instead of usin’ the dolls.

Ayato: Haah…!? Oi, hold up! Why would she do that!?

Yuma: …Ah!? Those without a doll should stay out of this!

Ayato: Shut up! …Ahー God! We’re done with this! Away with this crap!

Ayato sends the dolls flying into the air.

*Woosh*

Yuma: Tsk…Just how immature can ya be?

*Rustle*

Yuma: Hey, lil’ one. Why don’t we ignore that guy and draw some pictures next?

The girl nods.

Yuma: …Sure. You’re a good girl, aren’t ya? …Come on! Let’s see whoever can draw the better picture! I’ve got my hopes up high!

They grab paper and marks to draw.

*Scribble scribble*

Ayato: Oh! She’s really into this! Amazin’!

Yuma: Heh, want to join us?

Ayato: …! In your dreams! …But well, I guess if you insist, I’ll do you a favor.

Yuma: You really are a pain in the ass, aren’t you?

*Scribble scribble*

Ayato: Hm? Oi, kid. Whatcha drawin’?

She explains.

Yuma: Heeh…Your mother, huh?

Ayato: Hah! Ridiculous! I’m not gonna draw that sorta crap. Let me think…

*Scribble scribble*

Ayato: There we go! This should do!

Yuma: The fuck’s this round thing?

Ayato: It’s the takoyaki I ate the other day! It had a Western-style twist to it, so instead of seaweed flakes, it had some other green-colored thing sprinkled on top. It tasted kinda strange.

Yuma: Ya really couldn’t think of anythin’ else to draw?

Ayato: I could ask you the exact same thing! The fuck’s that supposed to be? Don’t tell me you drew some vegetables?

Yuma: Oh! Nice observation! It’s a new variant which I planted just recently. I really hope they’ll grow nice and big just like in this picture one day!

Ayato: …!? Aren’t those a little too big!? They’d easily reach above the roof of the house!

Yuma: Aah…? I bought the seeds at the Demon World so that’s the least I’d expect from them. So…What did ya draw?

You show them your drawing.

Yuma: …Ah? Are these…The fireworks at the Parade?

You nod.

Ayato: Then over here are the gondolas? …I mean, I guess you did an okay job. Not as good as my drawing though!

The door opens.

Ayato: Oh, another lost child?

The mother of the child rushes inside.

Yuma: …Oh! You’re here to pick up yer daughter? …Hey, look who’s here.

Ayato: Good for you! Go and enjoy the Parade, ‘kay?

Yuma: What’s this? Are ya feelin’ a lil’ lonely perhaps?

Ayato: Shut up! That’s not it!

Yuma: Hahaha! …Oh?

*Flip*

Yuma: What? …You’re giving this drawing to us? …Haha! Ya did a great job!

The child smiles.

Yuma: This guy with the ponytail is me, right?

She nods.

Yuma: Yeah, thanks! …So, this stick-like girl in a skirt whose lackin’ any indication of curves whatsoever must be her, right?

The child nods again.

Yuma: Hehe…Aren’t ya happy she drew such an accurate representation of ya?

You pout.

Ayato: …!? Hey, where am I then!? Show me!

*Rustle*

Ayato: …Aah? Oi. Don’t tell me this guy with the red scribbles on top of his head is supposed to be me?

The child nods again.

Ayato: My hair isn’t that much of a mess! Come on, take a better look! It’s supposed to be spiky and looks way cooler than this!

Yuma: Nah, I think she did a pretty good job. Honestly, I can barely tell the difference! Haha!

*Rustle*

Ayato: Well…I guess I’ll accept it as a souvenir. Don’t get yourself lost again, ‘kay?

Yuma: Come on, ‘Ayato-sama’, why don’t you wave her goodbye? Thank the girl for playin’ with ya!

Ayato: Haah…!? I’m the one who played with her! Idiot! …Don’t you dare show up again, ‘kay!?

The child leaves with her mother.

Yuma: Ahー That was kinda hectic. Oh well, I’m glad she was safely picked up by her parents.

Ayato: …There’s absolutely nothin’ good ‘bout it!

Yuma: …Ah?

Ayato: I didn’t get to show off what I’m capable of at all! ーー Oi, Yuma. Go and look for the next lost child.

Yuma: Haah? …No way. Why should I do that?

Ayato: Shut up! I feel like I got a feel for lookin’ after children now. So hurry up and bring in the next one!

Yuma: Listen up…It’s better if no children get lost at all, so don’t be spoutin’ bullcrap. Besides, if ya want to find one that badly, then look for them yerself!

Ayato: Haah…? And why would I do that?

Yuma: Ahー But I guess if ya were to come across one, you’d just scare and make them cry again. Just think of the disaster from earlier. Guess it’s too much to ask from ya.

Ayato: That’s not true!

Yuma: Oh? I’m not convinced.

Ayato: Shut up! I’ll show you! I’ll be back with an impressive amount of lost children, so you better be scared!

Ayato runs off.

*Thud*

Yuma: Ahー Thank god that loudmouth is finally gone. I’m kinda tired from havin’ to deal with the kid, so I guess I’ll rest up a bit. Hey, go and make some tea!

Another child is brought in.

Yuma: …Wait!? Haah!? Talk about bad timin’...Yeah, this is the lost child center. We’ll take care of the lil’ one, ‘kay?

The door opens again.

Yuma: Ah? Two in a row? …Wait, there’s two at a time?

More children are brought in.

Yuma: Again!? Ahー Their cryin’ is drivin’ me nuts…Shut up! I’ll look after y’all so come here! …Anyway, what’s Ayato up to? I’m over here drowning in lost kids so don’t tell me he’s sleepin’ on the job!?

All of the kids cry at once.

Yuma: Ah, hey! Don’t fight! …If ya can’t share and get along like good kids, I’m takin’ that ball away, do ya understand!?

The crying intensifies.

Yuma: …Aah? If you’re hungry, go to that Soー …I mean lady over there. Eat slowly so ya don’t choke, ‘kay?

The children continue crying.

Yuma: …Aah…Fuck, this is a pain…If I had known it’d get this busy, I would have rather had that fool ‘round still. …Right!

You ask Yuma what he’s going to do.

Yuma: Hehe…I had a fun idea. Keep the kids busy for a bit, ‘kay?

*Thud*

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Yuma: Ahー Ahー This is the lost child center speaking. We are looking for Sakamaki Ayato-kun, 17 years old, has red hair and a resting bitch face. We believe he might be somewhere close to the takoyaki vendor. If you spot him, please tell that idiot to come to the lost child center.

I repeat. We are looking for Sakamaki Ayato-kun, 17 years oーー

Ayato bursts into the room.

*Thud*

Ayato: You bastard…! Cut the crap!

Yuma: Oh! My announcement was very effective! Haha! So, how does it feel to get called to the lost child center at yer age?

Ayato: Everyone ‘round me started starin’ or pointin’ fingers at me while laughin’...! I nearly choked on the churros I was eatin’ on top of that! It was horrible!

Yuma: Oh? You weren’t at the takoyaki place? Damn, I spread wrong information.

Ayato: Who gives a damn ‘bout that!? Meet me outside! I’ve had enough!

Yuma: Ahー Now’s not the time to fight. Hurry up and help me take care of these brats.

Ayato: Kids? I couldn’t find any lost children thoーー

All of the kids start crying again.

Ayato: Aah…!? What’s goin’ on over here!?

Yuma: We’re actually fully booked over here. Now’s not the time to act like a big child yerself. Get to work, come on!

Ayato: Geh…!

Yuma: Oi, brats, listen up! Mr. ‘Ayato-sama’ over here is dyin’ to play with all of ya, so let him join in on the fun, ‘kay?

Ayato: Haah…!? Don’t just say whatever ya damn please!

*Rustle*

Ayato: …!? Hey! Don’t jump at me!

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato: Don’t climb up my body! Let go of me…!

*Rustle rustle*

Yuma: Hah! He’s over there wavin’ his arms ‘round as if he doesn’t like it, but he’s probably enjoyin’ all of the attention. Thank god I got paired up with someone who’s on the same levels as these brats.

Ayato: Fuck…! Chichinashi, don’t be over there laughin’ with him but help me out! …Ugh! If that’s what the guy wants, then he can join me instead!

Ayato tugs Yuma close.

*Rustle*

Yuma: Haah!? …Hey, stop! Don’t pull my hair!

*Thud*

Ayato: Haha, lame! Oi, my loyal servants! Let’s beat up the bad guy!

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato: …Wait!? Idiots! Can’t you tell that you’re only supposed to attack the big fella over there!

Yuma: Heh…You’re a hundred years too early to order those brats ‘round! Come on, let’s show him who’s boss!

*Thud*

Yuma: …Ack! Oi, ya lil’...! Who’s the one who punched me in the sides just now!?

Ayato: Oi, Chichinashi! Whatcha lookin’ so surprised ‘bout? You should join in as well!

You hesitate.

Yuma: Well, these kids don’t hold back, so ya better know what you’re gettin’ yerself into! …But it wouldn’t make for a bad memory of the Parade, right?

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #ayato sakamaki #yuma mukami #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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melancholysway · 2 years ago

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Serendipity (2007!Raphael x Fem!Reader 6

CHAPTER VI: Trust

——— = a flashback is happening or ending ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ or ====

= perspective change

~ = small time skip

Raphael’s panicked form loomed over his youngest brother, and Donnie couldn’t help but sigh in annoyance.

“Raph, I can’t work with you breathing down my shell, it's making me nervous. We’ll get Leo back, you know.” Feeling slightly guilty, he backs away from his brother and looks for something else to do. Master Splinter is meditating, April is with Donnie figuring out how to end the curse of Yaotl, Mikey is skating on their indoor halfpipe, and Casey is...well...Casey. Leo is somewhere in Winters Corp locked up. Apparently, the stone generals want to trick Winters into thinking all the monsters are caught, when really, Leonardo isn’t the final monster. Thus, the curse won't be broken, and the stone generals will overthrow Winters and rule the world.

Or so they think.

Donnie and April's plan to take back Leo and break the curse will be a tough one, but they carefully have calculated every move they’re about to make tonight. As they are finishing discussing how they’ll go about saving Leo, Casey glances at Raph, who seems lost in his own thoughts.

‘Right’ Casey thought to himself, he still had to talk to Raphael. Although this probably wasn’t the most appropriate time, he had nothing else better to do at the moment.

Walking over to Raph, Casey stands beside him, “Hey, man.”

The amber-eyed turtle looks at his friend and sighs, before replying with a quiet “Hey.” Two things are running through Raph's mind right now: Leo, and Y/n. Donnie keeps reassuring him that they’ll get their older brother back, but he can never be certain. Hell, even Master Splinter is joining them to get him back. Next, you. He damn sure didn't have any time to see you after the encounter at the diner. Leonardo was the one who shot the dagger toward Raph and followed him until he was cornered.

This also was when Leonardo had been captured.

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“You are so smug, ya know dat?! Ya think tha world revolves around ya, dontcha?! That we couldn’t survive without the mighty and powerful Leonardo huh?! Well, we got along just fine without cha!”

Enraged, Raphael circles around Leonardo on the rooftop as his pent-up anger is finally being let out. After two years, Leonardo is finally receiving the reign of Raphael. He didn’t know Raph felt this way about his absence, but it didn’t make it okay for him to defy Splinter’s orders and become a vigilante.

“Oh, and this qualifies as just fine?! Going out and playing a vigilante role? Risking being caught?! Risking the safety of our family?! You already got close with some stranger, God knows who else has seen you!” Leonardo shoots back, the harsh rain bouncing off his snout. He seemed to hit a nerve at the last part, bringing up Y/n like that. She wasn’t just some stranger. Raphael's anger increased immensely.

“Ya don’t even know ha, Leo!”

“You’re right, I don’t. But you don’t know who she’s told about you, Raph.” Leonardo's patience was running thin, but his composure was still calm. This was a common theme when he and his younger hot-headed brother argued. He always was the more reasonable one, while Raphael enjoyed pushing every button he could.

“I'm sure the entirety of New York City knows who tha hell I am.” He gestured to himself and his armor, almost smug about the fact that he’s a well-known vigilante.

“You’re telling me after all this time, she still doesn’t know what you look like? Give me a break, brother.”

Leonardo and Raphael continue to bicker back and forth until Raphael decides he’s ready to settle it with a spar after Leonardo says he’s better than him.

Leonardo WASN'T better than Raphael, and Raphael WASN'T better than Leonardo. They were equally imperfect in their own ways, both oblivious to this fact during the heated moment. Leonardo constantly beat himself up over trying to be perfect, and Raphael constantly beat himself up over carrying the world's problems on his shoulders that were almost always completely out of his hands.

In the next few moments, Raphael completely regrets what he did after, pinning his brother down after beating him in their little sparring match. He realized what he’s just done and…leaves Leo there. Slightly weakened and taken off guard, Leonardo is hit with a poisonous dart, and from that point on, it's all a blur.

He wakes up in a cramped little cell in Winters Corp with the other 12 monsters around him, remembering that the last thing he saw was the stone generals April and Donnie had been so wary about.

—-

It wasn’t Raphs fault this happened, they were just at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Master Splinter comes out of his room after meditating, and touches base with his son, Donatello, and his friend, April. He’s aware of the situation after Raphael burst into the dojo and exclaimed Leonardo had been taken.

“Y/n called me earlier, she told me what happened...and what she saw,” Casey says, Raph looks at his friend in guilt. She probably told Casey how he left her hanging, without a word to give her some type of closure or explanation.

“Yeah, she saw me,” The amber-eyed turtle remembers the look on her face. She smiled at him, despite being the freak he was. “She probably doesn't wanna see my mutant ass again.”

“And that’s where you’re wrong, dear friend.” Lightening up the mood with his response, Casey begins to explain what happened.

How she went to their home and spoke of Raphael, and how she had missed him.

Did he seriously forget that part? Or maybe he didn't hear? Y/n told Raph straight to his face that she missed him. He had been so panicked and scared of what was running through that pretty little head of hers, that he didn't realize she accepted him for who and what he was.

But, she had already accepted him; long before she even saw his face.

“Y/n ain’t a secret anymore, Raph. I mean, Master Splinter sure knows something more is going on with you, especially after tonight.” Casey was right, Master Splinter was trying to figure out what to say to his son before his meditation, and thought of the perfect words.

“I think you should tell him, who knows, you might be surprised by what he says.”

So, he did.

Raphael had looked in his father’s direction and made eye contact. Upon this, he made his way over to an isolated area in the living room and Splinter followed suit.

Taking a deep breath, Raphael looked down at his sensei. “Hey, Mastah Splintah, I gotta tell ya sumthin’ else.” The rat's ears perked up, and he motioned for his son to continue.

“While bein’ tha Nightwatcha a couple months back, Casey and I saved someone...a girl.”

Master Splinter continued to listen, not interrupting once, as he was patient with all of his sons.

“It happened to be his neighba, she was about to get assaulted by tha Purple Dragons, and we came just in time. After that, I just kept seein’ her, spendin’ time with her. I saw her every chance I got. With my suit on every time I did, she didn't know what I looked like...for months, until tonight…”

There’s a moment of silence between the duo. Raphael is anxious about what his father might respond with, but Splinter was excited to throw the biggest curveball he’s seen.

“I know.”

“Ya know?

“About someone other than your brothers or April and Casey in your life, my son.”

Of course, Master Splinter knew. He knew all 4 of his sons like the back of his paw. He raised them and taught them everything he knew with all of his power. He knew when there was a change in each and every one of Raphael's brothers, including Raphael himself.

“I may be old, but I am not dumb, Raphael.” Now, it was Master Splinter's turn to speak.

“I knew something had changed when you had a smile on your face. I haven’t seen you with such glee since Sabrina. Although I had no idea about your vigilante persona, I knew there was something else that turned your whole mood around.”

Master Splinter was always observant, the moment he saw the glint of happiness in Raphael's eyes was when he knew there was a woman in his life that was not his family friend, April. Master Splinter also remembered Sabrina very well. She was always formal with him, even when he mentioned the first time they met that she need not be.

Because of this, it was amusing to him whenever he walked through the living room in the lair and saw them together.

—-

“Ah! Master Splinter!” Sabrina quickly jumps from beside Raphael, whose arm was around her shoulder as they were cuddled together on the couch watching a horror film. It may be that Sabrina was already on edge from the movie, but Splinter's sudden presence enhanced her nervousness.

“Hello, Sabrina. My apologies, I did not mean to startle you.” Splinter chuckles and glances at his amber-eyed son, who smiles at him. The rat makes his way to the kitchen and fixes himself a mug of Earl Gray tea before his meditation session.

Pausing the movie, Sabrina decides to speak to Splinter before he goes back to his room.

“Don’t you dare watch the rest of it without me,” Kissing Raphael’s cheek, the brunette heads over and takes a seat across from Master Splinter leaving Raphael a blushing mess.

“I feel as though I haven’t seen you in a while, Sabrina.”

“Ah, I’m getting ready for my move, college begins in a month.” Master Splinter takes a sip of his tea, taking in all the natural herbs within it.

“Whatever path you decide to choose in your studies, Sabrina, I know you will be successful,” he gains a soft smile from the teen, “We will all miss you when you go, Raphael especially.” She turns and looks at Raph, who’s now discussing with Michelangelo the movie the three of them are watching. Master Splinter noticed how Raphael seemed to shift whenever Sabrina was around. It wasn’t like he tormented his brothers, some snarky comments here and there, much like Donnie. Raphae is just slightly more aggressive sometimes. But now, he’s more…gentle. He smiled more, laughed more, you name it. Raphael was already pretty laid-back, sometimes butting heads with Leonardo. He had only really been temperamental when it came to fighting crime as a team, his anger would oftentimes get the best of him. Now that Sabrina was in his life, this anger and hotheadedness had been very low. He still had his sarcastic attitude, that was something that wouldn’t go away.

“I know, I’m gonna miss him a lot, and you guys as well. You’ve done a lot for me, Master Splinter.” Sabrina thinks back to the first time she came down to the lair, Master Splinter was extremely sweet and kind to her, despite being a total stranger. He only asked that she keep them a secret, to which she swore she would take it to the grave.

Master Splinter offered her advice, a shoulder to lean on, and a shoulder to cry on as well when things weren’t going so well in her life. He also appreciated her, because she was able to show his sons that it is possible to be loved in a different way than family. He appreciated that Sabrina accepted Raphael enough to actually fall for him. He never thought he would see the day one of his sons would be able to fall in love.

So why did she have to completely fall off the face of the earth and leave the Hamato family wondering if she’ll ever come back?

—-

“You are also not very stealthy at night, we must work on this, Raphael. Light feet, always.” Looking sheepishly at his father, Raph chuckled.

Splinter smiles at his son and sighs deeply, then continues, “I cannot give you a lecture about being The Nightwatcher, you learned your lesson tonight with Leonardo. But I can give you a lecture about women.”

While Master Splinter was disappointed in Raph because he risked the safety of their family, he knew he couldn’t be upset that Raphael experienced human emotions, and was rebellious.

He never thought the day would come when he might meet a new human, either.

“Does she accept you, my son?” Raphael didn't take a second thought about his response. She did accept him. After all this time of feeling anxious about what she might’ve thought about him, the simple talks they both shared about comfort between each other, and the talk with Casey moments ago, he was sure.

You were accepting of him, of Raphael Hamato.

“Yeah, she does. She’s told me even before she saw what I looked like, that no matta’ what was unda’ my suit she would be understanding.”

“Raphael, it is not every day a human accepts us for what we are. Have you told her anything about us?” Master Splinter asks gently. Raphael nods.

“Nuthin’ about you, or where we live, or anythin’ like that. When I told her about the others, I mentioned their names. She knows of them.”

“Well now, she must have put the pieces together, and knows that your brothers are mutants just like you.”

Raphael realized where his sensei was getting at, it was the same with April, then Casey, and then Sabrina.

She was due to meet the family.

Master Splinter especially, although based on how Raphael is describing her, she wouldn’t tell a soul, but he still had to meet her and speak to her. To truly know if she’s going to keep their secret.

“And how convenient, she even knows April and Casey.” Master Splinter added.

He smiles softly, “Neighbors, how funny life can be Raphael. Now, let us go and save your brother. We will deal with Miss Y/n after the fact.” With that, Raphael and Splinter regroup in the center of the living area, as April calls everyone over to discuss the final plan of action.

=========

You hoped Casey said the right thing to Raphael.

Casey could be a complete bonehead sometimes, but other times, he was great.

He would probably make a great wingman, too.

The air was odd tonight, it had been earlier, but it seemed to get worse.

It already struck past midnight, and you lay on your bed, unsure of what to do at the moment with yourself. You had already cried in front of your neighbors, and you damn sure weren’t about to cry over Raphael a second time.

You imagined what you would say to him if you saw him again. Would you be mad? Upset? You weren’t sure.

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The turtles, Master Splinter, April, and Casey are here. Winters Corporation. There’s an obvious beam coming from the sky directed inside the building, showing that the ritual of the 13 monsters has already commenced. If the gang wanted to get Leo back, they better do it fast.

Raphael seemed to fight better than he usually does tonight. He was determined to undo his wrong when it came to his older brother, Leonardo. But, he was also determined to fix the bridge he had unknowingly burned with you.

He fought gracefully amongst the foot soldiers and Karai guarding Winters Corp, and as a team, they made it inside the building in no time. They searched around the cells for their brother, son, and friend. It’s a large interior, with a protruding portal front and center in Winters Corp. The stone generals aren’t around, but Winters is, and he isn’t happy with his so-called “brothers.”

Leo is found, he’s okay.

Raphael helps his brother up from the cell, slowly getting him back on his feet. The look in Leonardo's eyes is determination. He’s ready to fight alongside his brothers, sensei, and friends. To save them, to save Winters, to save the world.

“The curse can never be broken if we don’t get back the real 13th monster. They plan to be immortal just like me, but to be immortal is a curse.” Winters says to the turtles. He’s unfazed by the mutants, excusing it as he must’ve hit his head too hard. Amid all the chaos and realization that Yaotl’s brothers turned on him, Karai orders her foot soldiers to help the turtles by getting the REAL 13th monster. She works for Winters, not the stone generals.

So, April, Casey, Karai, and a foot ninja all gather in the Cowabunga Carl party van that the group used as a mode of transportation to Winters Corp to find the 13th monster.

After the long, drawn-out fight, the Cowabunga Carl van is speeding back into the building with the final monster on its tail. He’s pushed into the portal, and now, the curse is broken. Casey realizes that April is a terrible driver under pressure, and next time, he should drive.

The portal is closed. Yaotl’s brothers are gone. Winters is moral, and now dead, only particles of dust now.

Karai disappears, not before saying the foot and the Hamato family may have further business together. The foot soldiers disappear. The turtles, April, and Casey are alone in the now slightly destroyed building.

“You have fought well, my sons. We must do this more often.” After sharing a laugh, the group looks toward the rising sun. They’ve fought all night, literally.

After fixing the van back on its wheels, everyone piles in the vehicle (with Donnie driving this time) and drops Casey and April off at home. After a long goodbye and thank you, the couple head inside their apartment for a well-deserved sleep.

That’s what everyone needs right now: sleep.

However, Raphael realizes he needs you.

Laying on his warm bed, he’s rethinking everything he’s done regarding you. He sighs in annoyance as he realizes he did the same to you as Sabrina did to him and his family.

Closing his eyes, he imagines you; sitting across from him like you used to before he stopped contacting you. Your beautiful face and smile cloud his mind, and he realizes that he does like you. You often left him speechless when he would visit you, even if you were just in your loungewear and your hair might’ve been a mess during those visits.

After all, he knows the feeling of butterflies. He had the same with Sabrina. So, coming to the realization, he is in like with you.

Not love yet, he knows not to go too fast; but in like.

He’s in like with you.

He knows what he has to do, and now that he knew from Casey how you felt, he is determined to make this right.

=======

You wake up to the sunlight beaming in your face from the window. You groan, turning your back toward it, only to be greeted by the little feline Stella that nuzzles beside you and meows loudly.

“Good morning to you too, Stella.”

Checking your phone, the time is 9:30 AM, and you have the whole Saturday ahead of you.

Looking through the news articles on your phone, you see that last night, Winters Corporation—the place April was employed, had been broken into and vandalized according to The New York Times. Winters is now claimed to disappear, as there is no trace of him.

You had a funny feeling April and Casey had something to do with this.

But, you decide not to ask about it in the future.

You thought about what you should do this morning, sleep in? Start your morning routine?

You’re unsure.

But, you start by feeding Stella. Peeling the covers off you, you make your way to your lovely kitchen. Your excited kitten follows you and waits in anticipation for her breakfast. She happily accepts your offering of a can of soft cat food, and a bowl of not too cold, not too warm water; just how she liked it.

After, you check your phone for any new messages. You went down the short list of message history that started with Jade. She asked if you wanted to get lunch with her today at around noon, and you accepted. So, there was something to look forward to today! Lunch!

Err, brunch for you, actually.

Your mom hadn’t answered your message regarding your studies yet, but with good reason, you messaged her at 11 PM last night.

You saw Raphael’s name, and then a new message. To not get your hopes up when it came to notifications being from him, you muted his contact.

This seemed to wake you up better than coffee, as you sat up in your bed looking at the preview message.

“I need to see you…”

Opening up the full message (and also seeing the old messages you both exchanged a while back,) You realize Casey Jones worked his magic.

7:00 AM

“I need to see ya, Y/n. I can’t tell ya what I wanna say through here, it’s too much. I owe ya a big explanation.”

This is what you wanted, after a long time of not hearing or seeing Raphael, you got it.

9:50 AM

“My windows always open for you, Big Red.”

Raphael has made you feel several emotions the past couple of months since he went mute: anger, sadness, irritation, you name it. But, you had to give him another chance at this.

You sure are going to tell him how he made you feel when he stopped contacting you and seeing you, but for now, you wanted your closure.

You decide to hop in the shower after sending the message, and pick out what to wear from your closet after the fact. The weather was finicky around this time, so you keep it simple yet comfortable. A light pair of gray sweats, a Roosevelt University crimson crewneck, and a pair of red and white Air Forces to finish off the look.

Jade and you decided to get some food in a cafe deep in Times Square, so you met up with her to take the train together. Every time you saw Jade, she seemed to have a smile bigger than the one she had when you previously saw her. She was just a bundle of good vibes.

“Hey, girlie!” Pushing past the large crowd walking in every direction with loud “excuse me’s,” Jade runs up to you for a tight hug. Today, she smells like warm vanilla with a touch of coconut, and her hair smelled like the Aloe Vera leave-in conditioner she always used. Her jet black hair is curled nicely, and she wears a similar outfit that you are today: black leggings, a red Roosevelt University sweatshirt, and red checkered Vans. She didn’t wear any makeup, which was how she always was. She didn’t need it, though. She knew it.

“Hey! Ready to fuck up some cafe food?” You ask, breaking away from her embrace. Jade smiles, her dimples complimenting her face as usual, “You bet I am! I love me a good iced coffee.”

After walking together to the station and getting on the train for 20 or so minutes, you and Jade finally reach the middle of Times Square, and the atmosphere around you both is beautifully engaging. It always was, from the bright lights coming from large screens for advertisements on every building, to the crowds of people walking around you both. Times Square was truly an unforgettable experience every time you went. Walking with a hunger to the small family-owned cafe, the scent of freshly brewed coffee snuggles around your nostrils and finds its way up them. The warm atmosphere and soft indie music playing throughout the establishment were very welcoming to both of you. Walking up to the cashier, Jade orders an iced coffee with skim milk and caramel and a bacon egg and cheese with lettuce and tomato on a kaiser roll, a New York City staple. You look at a variety of different items to drink on the menu and finally decide on a hot chai tea, and for food order french toast.

Taking a small table for two in the corner of the cafe, you take a minute to look around the restaurant. The coral walls are covered in old pictures of the family that owns the business, along with vintage vinyl records. The worn-out wooden floors add a nice touch to the environment as well.

You talk of mundane topics with Jade, enjoying every second of her company. She tells you that she’s finally getting some decent sleep since the semester ended, and she wished it could last forever. You talk about the latest celebrity gossip, and soon it lands on the well-known vigilante in NYC.

“They finally got a good shot of my man,” Jade cheers as she shows you the news article of The Nightwatcher. It was the same day as you saw Raphael on your shift. Jade was a fan of the vigilante and boasted about how he stopped crimes way better than the city’s own police.

Speaking of The Nightwatcher, you wonder what Raphael will say to you tonight.

But, for the time being, you take your mind off of him. After all, you were with Jade, and when you were with Jade, all problems seemed to go away in the moments with her. She truly was a great friend to have.

After getting your food and drinks, you chow down on the fluffy brioche french toast, smothered in an array of different vibrantly colored fruits and maple syrup the owners make themselves. It’s sweet, a great compliment to a piping hot mug of chai.

Jade enjoys her food, and despite it being chilly outside, the girl never seems to order anything hot whenever the two of you go out together.

“It could be negative 50 degrees and I’ll still get me a yummy iced coffee,” She says as you laugh.

After brunch, you both decide to do some shopping around Times Square. A humungous strip of clothing stores were just calling both you and Jade's names.

Before you knew it, you had spent the whole day together with her. Checking your phone, it was already 5:30 PM. From walking around everywhere to the cold weather, you were both exhausted. Making your way down to the subway station to take the train back home, you and Jade sit together, and she rests her head on your shoulder to take a nap. After 45 minutes, (rush hour, the train was packed!) You both make it home. You walk on the street near your apartment building, and you prepare to part ways with Jade.

You embrace each other in another bear hug, “I’ll see you soon! Let me know when you wanna hang again!” Jade says. Smiling at each other, she throws up a peace sign before walking in the opposite direction. Looking at the sky, the sun was setting, and nighttime was almost here. It was around 7 PM, and the thought of seeing Raphael clouded your mind again.

You weren’t sure when Raphael would show up at your window, but after getting inside your apartment, you take a long, hot shower to prepare yourself and ease your mind.

=======

A wave of anxiety loomed over Raphael’s mind as soon as he opened his eyes from his rest.

He woke up after sleeping in for the whole day along with the rest of his family. They had an eventful night and needed to rest up. So, he woke up at 4 PM. Donatello- who is widely known in the household to never sleep, even got a few Z’s in. Leonardo was still asleep after Raphael woke up, but he deserved it. Leo had been through a lot the night before, plus he needed his beauty sleep. Michelangelo was the second one to be awake (Donnie being the first and Raph the third,) and was surfing the web to see who to pass Cowabunga Carl on to. It is unknown when Master Splinter woke up, but he was meditating and will be for a while.

Raphael makes his way to the living room and is greeted by Mikey and Donnie.

“Best sleep evah, ain’t that right lil’ bro?” Mikey nods at Raph in agreement, who tells him about how he’s looking for someone to take over for Cowabunga Carl.

Donatello clears his throat and gets the attention of both his siblings, “I quit my job, too. The people on the other line were making me lose brain cells. This one guy thought it was a phone sex line and tried to get with me, I’m forever traumatized.”

Raphael and Michelangelo burst into laughter from Donatello’s I.T Tech story as the purple-banded ninja deadpans.

“Good ta hear. I’m…done, too. With tha Nightwatcha.”

“I can’t believe it was you, dude! I was like, your biggest fan!” Mikey exclaims. The same night they came back, Raphael came clean to Donnie and Mikey about being the famous vigilante. Donnie had a feeling, and Mikey was completely shocked.

Raphael didn’t need The Nightwatcher anymore, the team was back. Splinter permitted them to continue fighting for the safety of the city, and the four brothers couldn’t have been any happier.

He put the Nightwatcher away for good, asking Splinter if he could put it on the shelf in the dojo that held their family history the night they came home from the battle at Winters Corp. The Shredder’s helmet and the TCRI Mutagen canister were both there for now. Mikey also put his Cowabunga Carl head on there, too. To signify moving forward.

“And…if all goes well with talkin’ ta Y/n, I’ll bring her down hear ta for everyone ta meet ha.” Splinter gave everybody the 411 on the mystery girl. Michelangelo was excited to meet another human. Donatello was anxious but ready to introduce himself properly. Leonardo was still wary of it- he made this known when Splinter had told them- but deep down was happy he would be able to converse with someone new.

“Does she like science as much as I do? Only the best people love science,” Donnie asked.

“Does she like video games? I would love to race her in Mario Kart or play some Sims!” Mikey exclaimed.

“Ya can ask ha that if and when I bring ha here.” Raphael smiles at how his two younger brothers are excited to meet Y/n. They needed something new in their lives, and this was it.

Raph makes his way toward the lair entrance and says a quick “I’ll be back,” to his two brothers. The door shuts behind him automatically, and he takes a deep breath.

He would be going to see you with no suit. Not just no helmet, but no suit. You would be seeing the full Raphael. The real Raphael.

Anxious yet hopeful, he starts walking through the sewer system up to the surface.

Uncovering the manhole cover, he climbs up, greeted with the familiar air of Manhattan.

It’s now dark (much darker in the alley he’s in,) and he does several flips and spins up to the rooftops.

Seeing your apartment building in the distance, he takes another deep breath

He was coming to see you again.

=====

You were somewhat prepared to see Raphael.

Physically, yes. After your shower, you brush your hair and put on your night clothes. An oversized plain t-shirt and a pair of loose soft shorts.

Mentally, not so much.

Several different scenarios went through your head. You were unsure of how you would react, or what he would say.

But, you could do nothing but sit and wait for the knock on your window.

You were scrolling through your phone with one hand, and petting Stella with the other on your bed. You were trying to take your mind off of the sinking feeling in your stomach from your anxiety and decided to watch a random YouTube video for the time being.

It seemed to go by quick because before you knew it, three loud knocks from your window were heard. The familiar knock always made you bubble with excitement, but tonight, it was nervousness.

You get up from your bed and walk over to the window. You expect to see Raphael in his full suit, despite already seeing his face. Although it's hard to see from the darkness outside, you can see through your window that Raph isn’t in his Nightwatcher suit.

You stare at him through the window before opening it, and can only really make out a shadowy figure in a red bandana resembling him.

As you unlock your window and push it open, you come face to face once again with Raphael. Only this time, he’s completely 100% himself.

Raphael’s Nightwatcher suit did not do him justice. For starters, it made him look much bulkier than anything, but he was quite lean. Despite this, he had defining muscles all around his body. He looked like he took time to perfect his physique. He wore the same red bandana you saw the last time you encountered him, and it blew in the wind from the outside. He had beautiful emerald green skin that, despite being a turtle, looked smooth. (do not lie to me if yall saw the 2007 movie you know they made each turtle have the clearest and smoothest skin DON'T LIE!) His plastron had several scars and scratches, and he wore ace bandages on his limbs. Not only this, but he had a pair of twin sai on each side of his hip, which looked extremely sharp (you definitely didn’t wanna be on the other end of those.)

You took him all in, going from toe to head, admiring every feature of Raphael. Despite being a mutant humanoid turtle, he had a beautiful face. You thought you should tell him that after your conversation regardless of how it goes.

Looking up, you finally get a good look at his eyes. He looks slightly uncomfortable, probably because it looks like you’re staring into his soul right now. He had gorgeous bright amber-colored eyes. His red mask complimented them. You knew that his eyes would be something you were ready to get lost in every time he spoke.

“Um…hey, Y/n,” Raphael says, unlike how he usually did when he came over when he invited himself in, he stayed outside. It was almost like he was asking for your permission to come inside.

You crumbled inside at the sight of him, and the wall that you’ve been building up since he left you hanging completely came falling.

“Raph,” You started, “You can come inside, you know.”

“Right.”

Closing the window after he comes in, Raph stands in front of you. You look up at him, and he looks down at you. His golden eyes stare into your e/c ones. It’s like he's mustering up the courage of what he’s going to say, but you enjoy this eye contact. It’s the first time you’re able to truly see Raphael for what he is. You could see so many emotions in his eyes, but the main one was…regret.

You stay like this for a moment, but it feels like forever.

“I…”

“I forgive you, Raph. I was mad, yes. But, I understand why you did it.” You interrupt. You didn’t want to start the conversation with Raphael thinking there was no getting through to you and rekindling what you both shared.

“I’m…sorry I did that. It wasn’t right of me to leave ya hangin’ like that. I can’t think of how ya felt. Ya did nuthin’ wrong, I promise. I just…didn’t want to have my brotha ruinin’ anythin’. That and Winta’s Corp…we were so focused on helpin�� April and the city and…it was just…a lot.” Raphael struggled with getting out the words he wanted to say, and it seemed like he was just rambling. But, this is the first time in a while that Raphael has spoken to you period.

You smile, and throw yourself into his arms for an overdue embrace, “Tell me everything, I'm still here to listen. I missed you, Big Red.”

He laughs, confused, “Ya ain’t revolted by me? I’m a big ass mutant turtle, Damsel.” You bury your face in his neck, and you familiarize yourself with his clean scent. He smells faintly of aloe and teakwood.

“I told you that I wouldn’t judge you no matter what was under your suit, remember? I meant that.”

“I remembah…I just…ya took it really well,” he gestures to himself.

“April passed out when she saw me and my brothas, then another when she saw my fatha,” This lightens the mood a little, causing you to laugh at the thought of April fainting.

“At the end of it all, you’re my friend, Raph. You’re not ugly, revolting, or anything to me. It’s shocking, yes, but I still care for you like how I did when I didn’t know what you were.” Hearing that made Raphael’s heart soar. He was happy, happy that you accepted him for who he was. Not only that, but if he heard you correctly, you didn’t think he was ugly.

What did you think he was, then? He thought.

There’s an obvious tension in the air, and it comes down when Raphael hugs you. It was so sudden, that you almost lost balance when he did. It made you blush. Sure, you’ve hugged him before, but this time was different. You were able to experience touching Raphael, with skin-to-skin contact, and you enjoyed the feeling of his arms wrapped around your small frame. His arms are strong, but his embrace is gentle.

After this, you both sit on your couch like old times, and he tells you.

He tells you about Leonardo coming back, how he fought his own brother that night he saw you. How Leonardo and he have repaired their relationship, and it’s only going to get stronger.

He tells you how Winters- the man that April worked for was actually a part of the 3,000-year curse of Yaotl. How Winter's stone brothers turned against him and wanted immortality, but it didn’t happen. How his family along with April and Casey saved the world that night. You were starstruck and wondered what other stories he had, what other times they might have saved the world.

That he honestly wasn’t sure how to approach you after all of that. He knew he had done wrong with you. He couldn’t just show up out of nowhere after all those months. As good of a person you were, he truly did you wrong.

You tell him how you felt, too.

How that when he cut off contact with you, you were angry, upset, and confused. You weren’t sure what you had done, or if he just got so caught up in his life that he forgot all about you.

“Ya didn’t deserve that. Ya were always good ta me. I did tha same thing…” Raphael trails off as if a memory is coming to his mind.

“The same thing what?” You ask. He sighs to himself, he never told you about Sabrina, or how she just up and left.

So, he tells you.

“She was the first one…I liked. I knew it was a stronga feelin’ than how I like April. April’s a good friend,”

Raphael and April (although they don’t seem like it,) are actually a great duo. April is already used to dealing with a hothead boyfriend, so Raph really doesn’t faze her. When Sabrina was first introduced to April, she seemed to like her. April noticed Raph did, too.

---

“Is that a smile I see?” April giggles. Raphael looks to see if Sabrina left for the dojo after she said hello to Raphael, and then chucks a pillow at April from his spot on the couch.

“I don’t know whatcha talkin’ about,” He crosses his arms. April sits beside Raph and puts the pillow back in its spot.

“Raph, come on. I see it. That’s the look Casey gives me, the in-love look.” Faint laughter is heard from down the hall, belonging to Sabrina. Raph sighs and turns to look at April.

“I don’t think it’s love,” He sighs, “Ain’t no way.”

“Uh, yes way,” She smiles, causing Raph to roll his eyes, “Or you like her. Oh my god, do you have a crush on her?” April starts to rile herself up, and Raphael blushes in response to her insinuation.

“Does Raphael Hamato have…feelings?” Almost bursting with excitement from the thought of one of her good friends having feelings, April is positive.

“How could she like me, April? She’s beautiful, and I’m a mutant.”

“Good looks are a plus, and it all comes from within Raph, you know that. Looks aren’t everything.”

“They are for some.”

Well, he’s not wrong.

“Look, what’s the worst that can happen? She says no, and then what? This is your shot at something potentially good, Raphael!” April wiggles her eyebrows at her red-banded friend, who sighs and gives in.

Sabrina leaves the dojo and spots Raphael and April, she then smiles at the both of them before taking a seat next to Raph. Looking back at the ginger again, he smirks.

Maybe April’s right.

Besides, he isn’t one to back down from anything, now is he?

---

“Once she left, I neva saw or heard from ha again,”

“People drift away,” You start, “and sometimes for good reason, I mean, you were able to move on, right?”

Raphael looks at you for a moment, you both standing on the fire escape steps.

You were right. Sabrina leaving was just a way for you to come into his life and maybe be something more.

“Ya’re right.”

“I for one am not going anywhere,” You say, “So you’re stuck with me, like it or not.” Raphael jokingly scoffs and sighs.

“I like it. I…appreciate ya, Y/n.” Words don’t seem to come easy to the turtle, but he steps out of his comfort zone to let you know you’re a good person to him.

“I appreciate that you came back. To fix it all. To fix our friendship. I think the beat down you got from that tiny monster is more than enough for me,”

“Ya witnessed dat?!” He whines as you stifle a laugh, both recalling the night at the diner.

“Man, he really beat your ass, huh?” You get lost in a fit of giggles, trying to contain yourself as Raphael sits there looking dumbfounded. That beat down was worth it then if he got to see you like this.

He missed your laugh.

“Listen, ma family…they wanna meet cha. My fatha tha most. Wants to see what kinda person ya are, that you can keep our secret.” He gets more serious, and you go from playful to serious as well.

“I’d love to meet them, Raph. I’ve kept you a secret this long, and I have no intention of telling anyone.”

He’s glad to hear that, and he knows Master Splinter would be happy as well.

You stand up and Raph follows. As you go into your room, you peer into the mirror, your reflection, and Raphael. Your hair is slightly frizzy, and you dig into your drawer for a pair of sweats. Putting them over your shorts (you were comfortable enough around Raph to do that much at least, probably not undress though,) and putting a pair of sneakers on, you turn to Raphael.

“Eh, I look decent, let's meet 'em!” Earning a smirk from the amber-eyed turtle, he’s as ready as you are.

“We’re goin’ out dis way,” He says as he opens the window to the stairs that lead down to an alley.

“Ooh! Trip down the fire escape, I like it.” Climbing down the fire escape with Raph is alright, a lot of stairs to go down, but you make it. Raphael is more fit than you are, and going down these stairs nonstop is a walk in the park for him. You, on the other hand, are breathing slightly harder than you usually do just to keep up with him. You painted the image of you and Raph racing in your mind, he’s definitely winning that, huh?

Finally making it down to the alleyway, you look at him confused.

“Where is it?” You ask.

“You’re standin’ on it,” He points to the manhole cover you were standing on, and you realize that Raphael and his family live in the sewers of New York.

“If ya don’t wanna, let me know.” Raphael knew that people above the surface probably weren’t okay with a casual stroll in the sewer.

You look at Raph, then the manhole cover, then back at Raph, “Ladies first,” You say.

Taken aback by your calm reaction to going down under the city, he pulls open the cover and laughs, like old times.

“Missed ya, Y/n.” Climbing down the ladder first, Raphael waits at the bottom and helps you climb down, you feel his hands on both sides of your torso as he puts you down gently, careful not to have you step in the sewer water.

For starters, it’s very musky. The air is damp, but oddly enough it doesn’t smell as bad as you thought it would.

“Ya look so unbothered wit this all,” Raphael says as you walk around the area you’re in.

“Well, you smell very good in comparison so I knew it can’t be THAT bad where you actually live. And, it IS your home…somewhere…”

Raphael’s signature smile is plastered on his face at your compliment, the usual fluttering feeling around his midsection.

That was another thing.

Was he going to tell you how he was starting to feel about you?

It’s one thing to be friends with a mutant, but to actually date one?

He wasn’t sure how you would feel about that. I mean, you had another life outside of just him, and if you both did date, he would have to be a secret. Nobody could know, not even Jade or your parents. He already went through it with Sabrina for some time. Donatello had gone through it with April, only she never knew he had feelings for her (though it was painfully obvious.)

Raphael looks over at you to make sure you’re okay and ready to go, but you’re staring at the many different tunnels you can take.

You wondered how they remembered where to go to get back home. You flash him a smile, “I never thought the sewers would be a fun maze, seriously,”

“Not fun in tha summah I’ll tell ya that much, I wish I didn’t have a sense of smell,” You shuddered at the thought of how much thicker the air would be down here during the heat.

You followed Raphael’s lead, and you both walked through the sewage system of New York. You wondered what his home would be until you bumped into him not realizing he stopped walking. You winded up in an abandoned subway station, and there were 4 pipes in the corner of the dead end (or so you thought it was,) you both were at. Raphael yanks the third one, and it makes a sound that causes the supposed dead end to open up.

Once the wall is lifted, it reveals a very open and wide makeshift living space. There’s furniture, a big kitchen, and even a second floor with stairs. It’s a very large space, that's made for living in. The air here is much clearer and cleaner than in the tunnels you were in, and you were able to breathe in and out comfortably. You hear chatter coming from a TV perched up on a large wooden coffee table in the living room, and you see the back of another turtle's head. However, he turns once he hears the door close behind you and Raphael.

“Oh. My. Mutagen. Dudette!” Jumping up from the couch at the sight of a new person that he was expecting for the longest since Raphael left earlier, he runs up right in front of you and gives you a great big hug. It reminded you of Jade’s hugs, and you knew right away you’d be great friends with what was assumed to be Raph’s youngest brother.

“Hi! You’re Michelangelo, right?” You ask the orange-banded turtle. He nods at your question, and smiles wide.

“Yes, I am! The most handsome turtle out of us four!” He earns an eye roll from Raphael, and you giggle in response. Mikey was so cute to you, and his personality was something that you thought any girl would fall for. Although he’s 19, he still has a baby face.

You catch a glimpse of another turtle but in blue, who walks into the kitchen and pours himself some tea from a kettle on the stove. He doesn’t notice you at first, but when he turns around and makes eye contact with you, it takes him aback.

This turtle is a lighter green than Raphael, and although he’s slightly far away, you can see striking brown eyes staring into yours. It’s like he’s trying to read you before he introduces himself. His royal blue bandana really fits his demeanor- cool, calm, and collected. He comes over to you, and stands face to face with you.

“It’s nice to finally meet you. I take it Raph’s told me which brother I am?” The one in blue asks. You still haven’t met Donatello yet, and Mikey was already seen. This turtle didn’t seem like the overly nerdy type, so it had to be Leonardo.

“By process of elimination, I’m gonna say Leonardo.” He smiles slightly, indicating you were correct. He holds out his hand to shake, and you gladly intertwine yours in his.

“Right on the money, hello, Y/n.” Leo’s voice was smooth and calming, words seemed to come easy to him. Leonardo’s aura was clear and overall great energy.

“Hey, Leo.” His grip is firm. After pulling away, you see that Leonardo is much leaner than Raphael. Although he still has muscle, it doesn’t compare to Raph’s. Leo’s face looks mature, structured, and all around, he’s great to look at.

Suddenly, a loud booming noise is heard, followed by an audible ‘Ow!’ coming from a room down the hall. Smoke is coming from the opening, you’re a little nervous as to what it was. A big fire? An explosion? However, all three brothers seem unfazed, like it’s a normal thing. A turtle with goggles and ash on his plastron emerges from the smoke and sighs.

Taking off his magnifying goggles, he scowls, “I need coffee. Now.” He says to himself. After noticing the small group formed in the living room, he walks over and stops in his tracks when he sees you.

Donatello.

He looks so full of knowledge.

He also fits the look of a nerdy guy, and he’s adorable-looking like Mikey.

Although knowing they were unnaccepted by society, you couldn’t understand why Raphael thought you would find him or his family revolting, he and his brothers seemed to be blessed with good looks despite being mutants, and their different personalities enhanced this. If mutants were accepted by society, they could all function properly. They’re all well-rounded and could offer so much to the world. When mutants come to your mind, you think of large, deformed, and even scary-looking creatures. But, they’re just big turtles. And hey, everyone likes turtles, right?

Walking over to you, he smiles.

“So, you’re Y/n. It’s very nice to meet you. I look trashy right now, but my hands are okay to shake.” Putting out his three-fingered hand, you shake it. Donatello seemed to have some spunk to him. You could tell he was really intelligent, and probably sometimes his humor was maybe a little too advanced for the rest of the family.

“What’d ya blow up now, Don?” Raphael asks sighing.

“I was fixing the blender, but I forgot I put my screwdriver in it, so when I went to turn it on to see if it worked, it went poof,” Donnie says as he mimics the explosion with his hands.

“Were you the one who fixed my camera?” It had to be, right?

“Yes! It was a fun project for me, so thank you for that.”

You smile, “No, thank you, Donatello, really.”

“No prob. But, Donatello is my full government; you can call me Donnie or Don.” He’s a sassy one, huh? But, you liked it. His voice was slightly higher than Leo’s and more sarcastic sounding. You knew that you and Donnie would enjoy each other’s company.

A shadow is reflected by the candlelight emerging from a room down the hall. It clearly isn’t a human figure, so when you see from your peripheral that someone is approaching, you’re expecting another mutant.

And it is, but it isn’t a turtle.

“Sensei, hello,” Leonardo says and smiles. ‘Sensei’ appears to be a giant rat who’s short and uses a small walking stick. He’s very furry, his light brown and chestnut fur with hints of white specks. He has big honey brown eyes, full of wisdom and knowledge of the world. He’s obviously much older than the brothers, probably 40 or 50. Nonetheless, you were excited to meet their father.

“Hello, my sons. I couldn’t help but overhear you introduce yourself, Donatello, so I came to see what it was.” His small frame stands next to Leonardo, and all four brothers are both taller and larger than their Sensei. Looking at you, he smiles.

“It is very nice to meet you, Miss Y/n. Thank you for keeping our secret safe, I appreciate it extremely.” He bows to you, and you couldn’t help but blush at his level of respect for you being a total stranger to him.

You didn’t know what his name was, but the boys called him Sensei, you wondered what his actual name was.

“I am sure Raphael has mentioned me, I am their father and Sensei, you may call me Master Splinter, or just Splinter, whatever you are most comfortable with.” He puts out his tiny paw, and you shake it. He feels much like when you pet Stella, fluffy to the touch. His old and wise irises look into yours, and he smiles softly.

“You have a trustworthy one, Raphael.” He tells his son. Raphael doesn’t know what to do but smiles at his father's words. You really were trusting.

Once you got comfortable being in a brand new environment, it was quite nice. Splinter let you know that you were welcome anytime, and you loved it. You had four new personalities to get used to, as you were already accustomed to being around Raphael.

You let the four brothers and rat know they were always welcome in your tiny apartment, and they can come knocking on your window as they did with April and Casey anytime. Speaking of the couple, everyone basically knew OF you because of April and Casey, so you weren’t a complete and total stranger in the end. It would in a sense strengthen the bond you already have with April and Casey. Not only that, but hanging out as a big group down in the lair or on the rooftops during the night seemed like a fun idea.

How funny fate can be, right? It was the start of something special. You finally had new friends, that just so happened to be ninjas protecting the city you lived in. You speak to Master Splinter privately in the dojo, surrounded by candles and a wide variety of ninja weapons. He tells you everything.

“I had no choice but to bring them down here, and I taught them everything I knew,” He says, a hint of pride in his voice. Splinter knew he had successfully raised four mutant turtles, and it was a great accomplishment.

He tells you about TCRI. How the mutagen splattered over the four brothers when he was looking for food as a regular rat. He picks up one of the turtles (who he believes was Donatello at the time,) and steps into the mutagen not thinking anything of it. Until he starts growing. The turtles start growing. When there was no halt in any of their growths and the turtles started speaking like humans, he retreated to the sewers. He provided them with everything and anything he could find to make their lives easier. As they grew, they were able to find their way around the sewers, until Splinter discovered their new home that was before an old subway station. That was their home. They grew, laughed, cried, and created endless memories in it.

He brings you over to the shelf of all their memories. You see the cracked TCRI Mutagen canister on the top, the helmet of something you aren’t sure of yet, Mikey’s Cowabunga Carl head, and Raphael’s Nightwatcher helmet.

“He has put it away for good,” Splinter says after he notices your eyes landing on The Nightwatcher's signature headgear.

“He did great things for the city, Master Splinter. He saved me.” You recall that fateful night on the way to Jade’s house.

Master Splinter sighs softly and takes a sip of his tea, “While I do not agree with what he did behind my back, I am glad he saved the citizens of this city. Raphael tends to make the world's problems his burden. I have told him he, unfortunately, cannot change it to be a better place, as there will always be evil.” Splinter was right, and you’ve seen the passion Raphael has for the city. Despite the many things his brothers may complain about when it comes to him, Raphael is truly a selfless turtle, who will stop at nothing to keep others safe. This is true when it comes to you as well, as you’ve noticed how protective he could be at times.

---

“I’m just…makin sure ya okay, is all.” You stare at Raphael, who’s outside your window, at 4 in the morning.

“I’m okay, Raph, really.” You yawn. He didn’t mean to wake you up out of your slumber. But, as soon as he heard about the group of burglars looking for a place to rob in your area through his radio, he came to you to make sure you were safe. When he tells you this, you scoff.

“I don’t have anything valuable anyway, they’d be stupid to rob my broke college ass.” You say as you’re struggling to stay awake. Raphael comes in and sits beside your bed as you lay back down in it. Rolling over to face his form, you see him staring.

“You care about me, huh?” You joke. Although it’s been a couple of weeks that you’ve got to know him and he’s been in your apartment, you could sense this much.

“Ya’re my friend, so yes, I do care miss broke-college-student. Besides, Stella ain’t much of a bodyguard now is she?” Although she’s seen Raphael, suit and all (which is a very intimidating look for a kitty,) Stella sits beside Raphael on the bed and snuggles up next to him.

“I guess you’re right,” Suddenly, Raphael’s radio goes off again. The police are saying the group of robbers have been caught trying to break into a nearby apartment, and are in custody. It feels like a weight is lifted off Raphael’s shoulders, knowing that everyone around is safe, you especially.

“Go crash on my couch Raph,” You mumble.

“Huh?” He raises an eyebrow (not that you could see it anyway,) and looks at your half-asleep form.

“Grab this pillow and an extra blankie and go to sleep. I know you’re tired. Plus, if anything does happen, like another group of burglars, let's say, I’ll have the Nightwatcher ready to fight right in my living room. There’s leftovers in the fridge, please eat some if you’re hungry, which I know you are.” Maybe this was just your way of telling Raphael he’s welcome any time to crash (which yes, this was your subtle way of doing it,) either way, he appreciated it.

When you woke up the next morning, you saw the blue blanket you offered him folded nicely on your couch with the pillow on top, along with the washed Tupperware that contained last night’s leftovers and fork in the dish holder. You knew Raphael appreciated the offer more than anything. If that wasn’t enough, he shot you a text a few moments later saying thank you.

Smiling to yourself, you head to the shower to get ready for your morning class.

---

After meeting the three brothers and their rat sensei, you find yourself getting sleepy. Looking at your phone, it was already 10:30 PM, and you had to work the next morning.

You made a pact in your head to visit the turtles often, to get to know each one of them better. It seemed they liked having company, it gives them another person to speak to that they don’t live with.

“Anytime you like, you are welcome,” Master Splinter says after you announce that you’re gonna have to get going. He gives you a warm embrace, and he smells deeply of green tea and spices.

“You should come over tomorrow, April and Casey are joining us for our weekly movie night! Very funny!” Mikey calls out to you. You think for a moment, before quickly agreeing to his proposal to hang out.

“You should take my number down! If you ever wanna skateboard through the sewers, play some video games, or just have a good time with the Mikster,” You gingerly give Mikey your phone to put his Shell-Cell number in. Soon, the other two turtles line up behind their youngest for your number.

“If you ever wanna geek out over science, or Too Hot to Handle, either way, get ready to geek,” Donny says.

Leo smiles slightly, “Just in case. If you’re ever in danger or wanna learn some self-defense from the pro.” He jokes.

“Alright Splintah Juniah,” Raph says as he puts an arm around your shoulder to lead you out of the lair.

As you and Raphael head out, the door shuts behind you, and Raph leads you out of the sewers. You’re definitely going to need one of the brothers to show you how to get to their lair tomorrow night, as it’s still very new to you.

“Thanks, Raph…for letting me into your personal life.” After hitching a ride from Raph on his shell up the rooftop (which was very fun might you add,) you both stop at your window for a few words before you go. His red bandana tails glide through the wind behind him, and he smiles sincerely.

“Ya were overdue fa it. Thank you…for takin’ it all in so well. I know it’s new, and my brothas are crazy once ya get ta know them, ‘specially Mikey.” You laugh in response.

“I like it. You have a great family, Raph. I can tell.” You grab the key that unlocks your window and put it in the keyhole. Sliding your window open, you turn to Raph before you go.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Big Red. Heh, my nickname was accurate.” You grab the end of one of his tails from his mask and twirl it in your right index finger.

“Night, Y/n.” Releasing the end of his mask from your finger, you look at him one last time. You were pretty proud, you got this far as to meet Raphael’s entire family, and it was worth it. Looking at his form and then into his eyes again, you feel heat rising from your cheeks. It seems as though you were staring a little too long because Raph tilts his head.

“Ya okay? Ya look a little red,” He says. Snapping out of whatever daze his eyes caused, you stumble over your last words to him before you go into your room.

“Yeah! Night! Text me, or something, Yeah.” You quickly wave to Raphael as you shut the window and lock it from the inside. Raphael looks at you clumsily tripping over various items in your room and he laughs to himself before disappearing into the night to go back home.

“She’s different from Sabrina.” He tells himself as he opens the manhole cover to go back to the lair. He concludes once again that he does in fact like you more than a friend, and this time, it’s gonna be right.

Because the same redness on your cheeks is the same redness he got when he was around you way before you saw him without his helmet, it was just covered.

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