i mean it was kind of a stretch

ok but im still amazed that shiro is canonically the person that keith “desperately wants to see” and is literally his Greatest Hope and the closest thing he has to family. his one friend prekerberos. the person who shaped his world so much keith literally says shiro changed his life. And he really listens to what shiro says,  retains his advice and then repeats those words back to himself for comfort. Its also pretty heavily implied losing shiro, losing his anchor, is what prompted his “disciplinary issue” that got him kicked out of the garrison. And we know that after he left he said he felt lost, went wondering around the desert in search of some kind of purpose. But then he felt some arrival happening, something Big finally coming, something that would maybe turn his life around. And just 

so much time and care was put into building up their character development together. and theres also this almost fairytale kind of aspect of “fated” meetings–not just keith knowing something was coming back to earth, but ive also seen people point out the “blade of marmora is with you” line and how keith is the one who cuts him free. And the fact that they can both pilot black, meaning their quintessence is at least compatible to some degree. And actually, since keith has already been able to sense other lions’ quintessence–he felt blue a whole year before its own pilot–and that lions have to have the same energy as their pilot, then i dont think its a stretch to say sensing other paladins would be pretty much the same as sensing their lions. we know shiro’s quintessence is somewhat close to his, so maybe keith will be the one to find shiro. just like before 

Humans in spaaaaace

Had this thought last night as I lay falling asleep. We have all these space-exploration-ensemble shows with a bunch of aliens each of which has some sort of super-human power, more or less. And humans are always given ~leadership~ as their special power. The ability to bring people together, to organize shit, and I always thought, like…what a shitty power. What a shitty colonial “you were a mess until we came in and saved you” power. Drives me nuts. Seems like if an alien species builds a got-damn ship that can fly through got-damn space they probably have their shit together, right? At least somewhat?

So then I figure, what is humanity got to contribute to all these super-beings? We’re just nonsense reckless critters careening through space. Seems like we’d be more trouble than we’re worth.

But what if…I mean, what if that’s us. We’re the universe’s huckleberries. We’ll run headlong into danger, and we’ll *laugh*. And what if…what if we survive and a weirdly abnormally high rate. Like any alien with two bits of math can put together that we should have wiped ourselves out a long time ago with the first set of “hold my beer, and watch this.” So what the shit, how are we still banging around the universe building shit and flying off solar ramps into the sun while doing some spaceship equivalent of an ollie while crushing beer cans on our forehead. Why. Why do we exist.

And then it hits me. We survive. We’re super good at it. Uncannily good at it. So much so that we…I mean, we actually bend probability in our favor. It’s absurd. And it totally falls flat if you actually tell us this (“Never tell me the odds,” said Solo, knowing full well that knowing the odds kills a human’s chances of survival).

So there we are. Careening around the universe. Joining alien crews because they know that with a human on board, especially a cocky human in some kind of leadership position, can warp probability to stretch success in their favor. And they can never ever tell us this. So instead they just pat our heads and tell us we’re just so good at ~leadership~ and that’s what makes humans special

But really…we’re just a bunch of space dinguses.

The Last Word

I was rewatching that episode of Community where Abed and Troy kept hitting each other with pillows because they didn’t want their friendship to be over, and I just kind of liked the idea of an argument stretching out ridiculously long just because 2 people don’t want to stop talking ^^

college AU.

read it here on AO3!

“Dean, this is Cas - Cas, Dean,” Jo said, calling over the thudding music in the bar where they were standing, propping up the bar. She had a hand on Dean’s shoulder, and she gave him a little shake. “I’ve been meaning to introduce you guys since forever. I just know you’re gonna get on great. Cas, Dean likes philosophy, and psychology - that kind of thing!”

“I’m, uh - an armchair philosopher at best,” Dean said, throwing Jo a look that said, as clearly as he could without words, don’t play me up too much. Cas, the guy standing in front of him, was quite clearly out of Dean’s league - tall, lean, with the looks of an Athenian hero and the expression of a Roman statue, chiselled and unsmiling. Dean took a hefty swig of his drink, and smiled charmingly.

Well, he thought, you never know until you’ve tried.

“So, are you a Freud or a Jung kind of guy?” he said. Jo clapped his shoulder and moved off, evidently satisfied with the opener and feeling as though her introductory duties were complete. Dean watched after her for a second as she went, taking her social skills with her.

It wasn’t that Dean was bad in social situations - it was only that when there was just him and an undeniably cute guy, things tended to get a little… flustered. Jo, on the other hand, was perfectly at ease, and good at smoothing over the stupid things his runaway mouth tended to say -

“You can go and talk to her instead,” said Cas, and Dean started and looked back at him guiltily. Cas’ expression was unreadable, watching him watch after Jo. “Please, feel no obligation to enjoy my company.”

Dean blinked. Cas raised his eyebrows.

“I’m, uh, I’m - uh,” Dean said, wrongfooted. “I was just -”

“And I think - Jung,” Cas said, cutting through his fumbling. “Freud’s theories are too rooted in misogyny and phobia to be of any interest beyond the influential and contextual, for me.”

Dean swallowed.

This is going great, said a little voice in his head.

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You once said that a step towards recovery means I’ll need to break myself into pieces, darling I’ve been trying to put my heart back together. I like to step on myself sometimes, I don’t take compliments well because I don’t think too highly of myself. When you step on the same lego piece everyday even your ego starts to melt a little. You once said that if I find someone to hold my thoughts before I hold their heart– then maybe she’s the one. Or maybe there’s no one out there, who knows, right? We can circle around this a little longer than always, but I’ll always run back to the why. Why do I want to conquer my memories? Each city that I’ve built for them inside of my head is still bright and I’ve not let a single light bulb blow out, I’m so out of it– while thoughtlessly I’ve been reaching out of my head, my heart likes to beat me to it. It says that love can only be achieved if I chase after it. You once said that I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. Do you still believe in those words? Because if I’m not cruel to myself, I could be cruel to someone else. If I read enough books, do you think I’d finally own a chapter in my own life? If I open up some more, will I close off opportunities for myself to the prospect of loving myself? And what about them? Vanity is my master and I’m a slave. It’s okay to be a little vain sometimes, right? I’ve got it in my veins, maybe I’m the only honest one. You once said that if I trip over the same rock and stub my toe a million times within a week, you’d still say it’s okay. Like falling requires gravity to bend to my whispers. Like drowning demands my lies to swim back to shore. Like dying seeps through my eyes, how can I love if all I’ve got is missing pieces? You once said that a river flows like time and if I’m out of seconds– you’ll just record your voice saying I love you until I finally get it. I remember everything that love has to offer, but never the person. I remember the feeling of infection that is affection. And if I walk alone and get hit by a car, maybe it’s just another story that I won’t write. Some words live in between the lines, I’ve been seeing dualities. Life and death is just a kiss and hug. Black and white, storms and clouds are just pears and apples. Poetry and prose likes to sound sweet, but it’s the bitter bits of me that’s suicidal. Love and hate was born from strangers, so you never knew the difference between the moon and the sun– the lightness of tomorrow likes to coat the darkness of past days. Cigarettes and lung cancer, a dance of smoke that disguises itself as stress free, do you think I’ll die healthy? Drugs and my body, which one will make me feel better if I’ve been sweating for a week? You once said that we’re spinning around in a circle just waiting for someone to stop by– grab my attention and you can have my voice, steal from my hands and you can have my poems, which hurts more to have loved or to not have loved at all? An empty silence that’s so full of itself– I can’t hear myself think inside of my own head. I’ve got file cabinets tagged under read later, but I’m a sucker for love– so I feed into it. You once said if the sky breaks into a brighter day, you’ll be there. That is wishful thinking, my favorite kind. Words can’t give meaning to our story, but we still write. You once said that it has to mean something. Every statement paused long enough for several lifetimes to become real again. It feels like such a long time, but we’re still in love with them in there somewhere. It’s buried. It’s in a coffin, but it’s there and we know it. We can hear it. We can hear it. Fuck, we can hear it. That little beating that isn’t ours, it’s always theirs. And that’s my fear, you once said that maybe that’s my fate– I’m supposed to cling onto that strand of innocence, of who I used to be, to remember what it feels like to feel, it has to mean something. Giving meaning to nothing, my favorite pastime. Giving something to someone, the only way that I’ve been living. You once said that until I learn to keep more for myself, I’ll always end up in square one– alone, but as long as I’ve got you, it’s not true, right? Some thoughts like to sleep alone, that’s not one of them. Hold onto that piece of us, the poetic storm that is joy. Keep your kindness to a burn, a stretched out sunrise screaming your name is my simmer. I know about nothing and that’s my one redeeming quality. I know that I don’t know shit, and that’s why I write like this. I know that I don’t love like I used to, and that’s why I love like this. I know that I’m not the same person from last year, and that’s why my guilt likes to trip up. I know that I’m no longer in love with her, but I can’t seem to explain the empty feeling unless I spell her name backwards under a star somewhere that I can’t touch. I know that I’m still messed up, but I’m just taking advantage of my youth. You once said some people will get over you in a week, but it’ll take you a lifetime to get over someone. If forever is a drug then I’ve overdosed. If always is a lie then I’ll take the beautiful. If never is more and a secret is sore– then I’m sorry about the words that didn’t stop, I am trying. I am always trying. You once said that if we kiss the ocean long enough, the mountains will answer. I’ve buried my love letters on the highest mountain and emptied my heart into my art. If I live long enough to spread my wings, do you think I’d still be condemned? Life is too short to live in the past, but I can’t stop asking about my what ifs. Love is too long to just be over, but I’ll just keep painting over it with a new layer of red. If you’re still reading, then I’m still writing. This yin and yang battle of ours has no meaning. Tortured souls live in the canvas and I’ve seen enough chains– I shall be unbound someday. You once said I love you– darling, that’s the only fucking truth that I believe in. You once said that soulmates aren’t always lovers– I guess it’s just you. You once said that flowers don’t just bloom, they wilt– so I guess I’m just withered. You once said that if you had your way, I’d own the universe. You don’t get it. When you became my best friend, I got it.
—  You once said
Faithfully (Bucky Rockstar AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky, OC Ava Barnes, Steve, Clint, Tony, Wanda.

Summary: Being on the road with your rockstar husband had it’s challenges. What if you found out he was unfaithful? (Avengers AU)

Warnings: babies, pregnancy, possible cheating, tiny bit of language, sex mentions, drinking, nudity, bit of angst, mostly fluff. 

Word Count: 3k (including lyrics)

Song Inspiration: Faithfully by Journey

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A/N: Oof. This idea struck me like lightning. I’ve been working on another fic but felt a little stuck. This one flowed out of me in the space of a few hours. I freaking love Journey and this story! I’ve sacrificed quite a bit of sleep to finish, so I hope it was worth it!! Please let me know your thoughts! Love you guys!! :)

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Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

Brushing your fingertip over perfect round cheeks while marveling at gorgeous long lashes and her tiny pout, you fell in love all over again. This little person had your heart. Well. A good portion of it. Speaking of your heart…

You heard rustling in the next “room” followed by the partition sliding aside. Bucky stumbled out of the bedroom, rubbing a hand over his face. His chin-length hair stuck out in ten different directions and he was clad in only a pair of boxers.

“Morning, handsome,” you greeted him with an amused smile.

He let out a groan, “What time is it?”

“Almost noon.”

“And…where are we?”

You chuckled, “Somewhere in the midwest, I think. St. Louis, maybe?”

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Research

Characters:  Sam x Reader

Summary:  Research leads to more between Sam and reader.  Basically a little plot, a little poetry and some good old fashioned smut.

Word Count:  2313

Warning:  Smut, language.  Sorta rough sex.

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.  Tags are at the bottom.

Research

It’s a Thursday night and you are seated at an enormous table in a public library after hours. And no, you didn’t enter through the front door. The method of entry for you and Sam had been a window around back that Sam had managed to open with his pocket knife. Because that’s how hunters roll.

Sam is seated across from you. Books are stacked all around, piled high. Dean, the lucky bastard, is staking out the apartment where the suspect lives. You, however, drew the short end of the stick and are stuck doing research for the next ten billion hours. At least, that’s what it feels like.  

The upside is that between paragraphs, you can sneak peaks at Sam Winchester. The way his eyebrows draw together as he concentrates, the way his hair falls down to cover his face as he reads, it does things to you. Fucking hell, it doesn’t’ help that he’s wearing his Fed getup. That white button down shirt? Jesus Christ. It makes your cheeks feel hot in a cool room, your stomach does somersaults. He always has this effect on you, he just doesn’t seem to realize it. Which only serves to make him more desirable.

Blowing out the lungful of air that you’ve been holding in, you force yourself to return to the centuries-old text in front of you. It smells comforting, old leather and musty pages. As much as you hate research, you have a fondness for books. Fiction is more your speed. When it comes to research, you’d prefer some wifi and Google. Ancient lore, unfortunately, isn’t usually found with a few keystrokes.  

Okay, time to concentrate. Grabbing another book from the stack to your left, you quickly scan the table of contents. A chapter labeled ‘Kamadeva’ catches your eye. Flipping quickly to the right chapter, you read the text. Hmm, this sounds like it could be useful.

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“So, let’s talk about [Y/N].”

“Oh no.” Tom chuckled, shifting in his seat. He knew the topic of [Y/N] was going to inevitable. He had tried hard to curve the questions in a different direction but he knew the radio host was a bit persistent than most interviewers he had been around. So, he was going to put on his big boy pants and tackle these questions regarding his ex-girlfriend. 

“I know, I know. These aren’t the kind of questions you wanna hear but you know, we gotta know Tom. We got to know.” The host laughed in his normal obnoxious way. Clearing his throat, he started. “So what’s the story, what happened man?” 

Tom scratched the back of his ear as he stretched, “Well, uh, we, there’s not much to this story, by the way.” Shifting again in his seat, he shrugged. “I mean we just decided to stay friends.”

“Aw, come on Tom. Give us more than that!” The host laughed, “Okay, how about this. Who broke up with who?” 

“Me.” Tom winced, rubbing his hands over his face, “[Y/N] is a wonderful, wonderful girl. I absolutely loved spending time with her but I physically couldn’t give her the time she deserved, you know? She could only travel with me on rare occasions because she’s a busy girl too. It just wasn’t fair and I didn’t want to hold her up when she could find someone else.” 

“I think you messed up, Tom.” The host replied, shaking his head. “You gotta fight through those things, man. She’s a keeper, dude. She’s such a sweet girl. I mean a little feisty but believe me, I’m a man of experience, you can’t let a girl like that get away.”

Tom laughed, “I’ve been told I’ve messed up by a lot of people. My best buddy, Harrison, laid into me, actually.” 

The host frowned and rolled his eyes, “Yeah, well you did. Because now she’s rumored to be with [another celeb crush]. How does that make you feel?” 

Shrugging, “I mean if she’s happy that’s all that matters. It shouldn’t matter how I feel, I’m the one who let her go. It’s my own fault if I feel negative.” 

“Well, man, I think you can take him. One on one, whoever wins gets the girl.” 

Again, Tom laughed, shaking his head. “I don’t know, I don’t think so.” 

“I hope everything words out for you man. You two were a cute couple, it’s a shame that it didn’t work out but you know, that’s life. It throws curveballs at you, you just got to know when to catch and when to dodge ‘em.” 

Tom nodded, “Thanks. I mean who knows what’ll happen the next time our paths cross.” 

“So you’re saying that if she wanted to get back together, you’d be all in?” 

“What? Yeah, I mean possibly.” Shrugging, “Like I said, [Y/N] is a great girl. I just didn’t want to be that guy who got so wrapped up in his work and lost track of time. I think if you’re in a relationship, it should feel like it. You know, always trying to finish up so you can be with her or trying to find just five seconds to call to see how her day is going. I could’t do that when we were together, it was just go, go, go. I had no time and again, it’s not fair for her. I want her to be happy. That’s the goal, isn’t it?” 

“You seem like a smart kid on the matter. I’ll back off, now.”The host laughed and continued on about a different topic, leaving Tom thinking about how much he actually missed [Y/N]. He had a point though, didn’t he? Of course he did. Tom respected [Y/N] too much to leave her wondering if he was ever going to call because in all and all, he wanted to but never had the time. 

Maybe after the interview he’d text her to see how she’s doing and if she’s happy with how things went down because if she wasn’t. Maybe, just maybe, he could fix them. 

The Most Annoying Thing

Summary: Reader is having a rough day and is extremely annoyed with Dean. Naturally, this leads to angry sex.

Word Count: 4000ish

Warning: all the smut, angry sex, brief rimming

A/N: Hope y’all enjoy some Dean porn! Feedback always appreciated! XOXO

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

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adore you (you're lovely)

ADORE YOU (YOU’RE LOVELY) — and i adore you, too. i’ve been thinking that your love is kind of special. you should know that i adore you, too! ( adore you, nao ft. abhi//dijon )

REQUEST — the reader used to be ugly and archie bullied you. then, after summer break, you totally glo up and are now super hot, and he apologizes.

WORD COUNT — 1.6k

NOTES — i did tweak this request a little bit, simply because i don’t see riverdale!archie being a bully—i think it’s even a little ooc for comics!archie—so i opted for archie sort of ignoring the reader. also, i refrained from specifying a gender since there wasn’t one mentioned in the request. thank you so much for trusting me to write your idea, and i hope this was fluffy enough for you. i felt like it would be kinda rushed to make them kiss in this? i don’t know, but enjoy. ( requests: open )

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the ghost ship that didn’t carry us

egobang :: m :: game grumps :: arin wakes up in a parallel universe where he married dan instead of suzy. 

(i’ve had a number of requests to repost this, since i pulled it from ao3 a few months ago!  it was originally posted last april, and have been really heartened to hear how many people enjoyed it since it was taken down.  so in honor of april fool’s day, my take on Wake Up Married: 


It’s not like Arin’s never thought about it–him, Dan.  Arin’s had a few dozen thousand very gay thoughts about Dan, because Dan is Dan.  Dan’s not just unconventionally attractive, he’s hot, he’s scorching to such a degree that Arin would worry that if Dan actually got his mouth on Arin’s junk that all the ball hair would be singed off by sheer proximity. If Arin hadn’t met his soulmate at age fourteen, eyes locking across the crowded hall of an anime convention, he’d be the first to admit without any hesitation that Dan would probably have turned him totally, completely into a brunch-loving, pastel-wearing cock sucker.  Dan would have full dibs on his butthole, and there’s no shame in knowing it.  

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53. Veronica Lodge x Fem!Reader

(gif credit: velmadinklev & phebobuffay)

Summary: You meet Veronica at school. She’s rather intrigued by you because she can’t quite pin you down.

Note: If you want, listen to Paul Anka’s put your head on my shoulder, and you are my destiny. It’ll make the imagine ten times better ;)

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On long days when the miles stretch longer than the hours it really takes to reach you, your voice echoes in my ears despite the way you haven’t said a word. What I mean is that you feel like the representation of a roadtrip and home, you’re soft and warm in a black and white aesthetic kind of way. These aren’t my words but maybe someone else has written about you too.
I don’t remember the last time I laughed in my sleep, what I’m trying to say is that I miss you.
EXO react to playing twister with their crush

>< Haha, this is a creative ask, love it. 

*As always, gifs do not belong to me. Credit where it’s due. 

Xiumin: He’ll be rather composed in this situation, albeit the intimacy between him and his crush. “Twister? Are you sure? I’m really not that flexible…” Minseok would casually try to dissuade her, however, inwardly, he is hoping to get closer to her through this. While actually playing twister, he wouldn’t show much of a reaction with the way her body threatens to press against his. 

Originally posted by xiuboyfruits

Luhan: At first, Luhan would agree readily, without even thinking of how close he would get to his crush through this. Luhan comes across to me as someone whose especially competitive, so anytime someone doles out a challenge to him, he’ll take it without hesitation, seeking out a triumphant win. However, mid-way into the game, Luhan would start to falter in concentration, noticing how closely his crush is pressing to him. Eventually loosing balance, he would fiercely attempt to conceal his evident flush, demanding a rematch. “T-that was just me going easy! Next time, I will win.” 

Originally posted by meiren-menglu

Kris: Oh gosh, how could Kris carry a game of twister without falling in the first few minutes? As we know, Kris isn’t exactly the most dexterous of the members. Like Luhan, he’s pretty competitive and confidant, so without realization, he’ll accept this challenge brazenly. And within minutes, he’ll lie flat on the mat, seemingly in defeat. “Twister–not my style,” he’ll mutter surly, before lowering his voice to a more flirtatious tone. “But, with you, I can make an exception.” 

Originally posted by i-growl-growl-growl

Suho: “Twister? That sounds like a lot of…work. Are you sure you don’t want to cook or go out shopping?” Suho knows how this is going to play out, and is doing his best to not elicit anything embarrassing out of it. When his crush starts questioning why, he’ll become slightly frantic in trying to find a sufficient answer. “Ah! Well, it’s just that…mm…maybe it’s not a bad idea…” He’ll agree reluctantly, but it would be all convivial once the game commences. He’d be a blushing mess afterwards, no doubt. 

Originally posted by asstheticsuho

Lay: It wouldn’t be until the actual game starts that it would dawn upon Yixing what is going on exactly. He would agree to playing twister without any qualms or second thoughts. Since Yixing is quiet and a lot more modest than some of the other members, he wouldn’t say much to his crush when things starts getting ‘close.’ He would just merely shy away, blushing profusely trying to avert his gaze. However, Yixing would probably be one of the best at twister. 

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Baekhyun: First, he’d guffaw loudly at her request, than proceed to suggestively raise a brow. “Interesting how you choose me and only me to play~” Baek likes the sound of the idea initially, but when the game actually starts to transpire, he’ll take his words back instantly. Though it would be fun and relatively loud, he’d get flustered pretty easily, being this close to his crush’s body. But, Baekhyun would be supreme at obscuring his modesty by loudly exclaiming how he’s in pain and needs to start over, solely to get in a new position. “It’s not fair! When did you get so flexible?” 

Originally posted by r-velvets

Chen: He’d give his crush that ‘amused yet befuddled’ look; raising a brow while smirking slyly. And in true Jongdae fashion, he would express his feelings as frankly as possible. “So…basically you want us to be alone, together, in all sorts of weird positions,” his smirk would broaden suggestively with the abrupt fits of laughter he’s elicited from his crush. Jongdae will agree to it, most likely he’ll end up regretting this decision, but that wouldn’t stop him from bragging on how good of a twister player he is. 

Originally posted by luedeer

Chanyeol: “What? You know I can barely touch the floor!” he’d pout aloud, genuinely unsure of partaking in twister–he just doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of his crush, knowing flexibility isn’t his strongest suit. But seeing her pleading look, Chanyeol would eventually give in. He’d be the most awkward of all the members when playing twister with his crush. He would try his best to not let his gaze wander to far with how close her body is to him. “It’s not…what it looks…like! I promise! I can’t see a thing!” he would blurt aloud without warrant as he’s about to crash to the ground. 

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

D.O: Kyungsoo would be the most reluctant of all the members to partake in twister, let alone with his crush. “That’s…an interesting way to pass of the time…” he’d murmur with evident hesitation. He knows fully well how awkward things might get through playing twister, but, knowing this would be a convenient way to getting closer to his crush, Kyungsoo would agree, but with skepticism. Analogous to Kris, he would struggle immensely with the game itself. 

Originally posted by yoonem

Tao: Without realizing the implication playing twister with his crush has, Tao would readily agree to her request, as he wants to seize the opportunity to make a lasting impression on her, with his strong penchant for exuding a cool and aloof disposition. “Twister? Too easy! You’re on.” Something tells me Tao may regret his decision, with how hard he wants to seem unfazed during the game. “What? Why are you laughing?! I’m not struggling, I’m calculating!” 

Originally posted by zitao-vevo

Kai: Poor baby, he’s going to be especially flustered, albeit being adroit and adept at the actual game. “Are you sure…? Won’t that be…kind of uncomfortable? Y’know with all the stretching I mean,” Jongin would be quick to come up with an explanation without fully revealing his feelings, only to give in modestly. Like I said, Jongin would be exceptional at playing twister, but he would be so distracted with observing his crush, with how close she would be to him during the game. “Yeah…you’re doing really….good!” 

*omg this fuqing gif akfkjnsf

Originally posted by itjustcomesautomatic

Sehun: Like Chen, Sehun would be blunt in pointing out the obvious. “I’m not gonna lie, it’s going to be hard for me to concentrate properly.” Though Sehun is timid inwardly, he’d be proficient at masking his inner abashment. “Is that all? I hardly feel anything,” and of course he’d be as boastful as ever mid-game, eliciting chuckles from his crush. If he lost balance, he would be quick to concoct a witty explanation, unable to make full eye contact with her. “You’re distracting me, that’s why I lost. Why? Mm…no reason. I just know.”  

*THIS fonking gif ><

Originally posted by r-velvets


Thanks for your support and love readers~ <3

~Momo❀

Merry Christmas, @omghoechlinplease!

It’s a quiet day– the best kind of day as far as Derek’s concerned. He’s settled on the couch, knee deep in the first half of next week’s required reading. His face is just barely out of range of a ray of sunlight that’s been steadily creeping across his living room floor towards him. In about twenty minutes that’ll become a problem, but for now?

Bliss.

The doorbell rings– probably the biography of Abraham Lincoln he ordered off Amazon. With a lazy stretch, Derek drops his book on the end table and gets up to answer the door–

–and the world spins–

–and he finds himself standing in a grimy, poorly-lit warehouse, staring down the barrels of at least six automatic rifles.

“Uh,” he croaks, hands twitching upwards on reflex, when someone captures his wrist in a vice grip and yanks. A rough voice shouts get down, dumbass! and he follows obediently, more out of shock than anything else. He folds his legs under him and throws himself to the ground behind some waist-high metal container, biting back a curse when he hits concrete elbow-first.

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Two Men, Three Angels, and a Baby, part 4

Part 3

Tagging: @sumara62 , @evyiione

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A few days later, the Winchesters returned home.

“Wonder how crazy the angels are,” Dean mused as he grabbed his bag from the trunk.

“I’m sure everything went well,” Sam said. “Y/N is…”

“Y/N was feisty as an adult. Imagine how it is with all that attitude compacted into such a tiny frame.”

Sam considered this. “Well… they’re angels. I’m sure they could handle it.”

“Well, the bunker is still standing and I don’t smell smoke. Good signs so far.”

The two walked into the kitchen, finding it clear of any major mess or damage. A few bottles were on the counter, a few half-eaten containers were there as well.

“Are you hungry, Y/N?” Gabriel’s voice carried into the kitchen. “What sounds good? Chocolate milk? Ice cream? Pie?”

“Don’t you dare offer her my pie,” Dean said.

“Please tell me you fed her something besides sugar,” Sam said, the ever responsible one.

Gabriel smiled upon finding the Winchesters, but it was nowhere matched to the smile on your face. You instantly began to squirm in the angel’s arms, flailing, desperately trying to get to Sam.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Sam said, stepping over and plucking you from Gabriel. “Are you excited to see me, Y/N?”

“Ah!”

Sam kissed your cheek before holding you to his chest. He found that he’d missed this feeling more than he’d known. “How was she?”

“Perfectly fine! Did you honestly think anything would go wrong?”

Sam shrugged. “I just… didn’t know if you’d had any babysitting experience. With humans.”

“Lucifer and human babies are very similar.”

“I heard that,” Lucifer said, stepping into the kitchen.

“We were just asking how the babysitting went,” Sam said.

“Fine. Y/N’s alive, isn’t she?” Lucifer looked down and gave you a small smile, earning a coo from you.

“Dean,” Castiel said, stepping into the kitchen. “Sam. I have something to discuss with you.”

“Well, that’s our cue,” Gabriel said. “Come on, Luci. Let’s head home.”

The two archangels disappeared, causing you to wave at the spot where they’d been.

“What’s up, Cas?” Dean asked.

“Y/N has not grown since her change.”

“What does that mean?” Sam asked.

“I am unsure. I have found nothing in any sort of lore about this. But… it would appear….”

“Cas?” Dean prompted.

“Y/N is not growing, which would indicate that she is not aging.”

“And?”

“I believe that she is… stuck. Nothing will change unless you can find the cure.”

“Wait,” Sam said. “Do you mean…”

“Y/N will stay in her current state with absolutely no change from time. Only the proper cure.”

The brothers shared a look. “Well,” Dean said. “I guess… that’s kind of good? This means we won’t have to potty train her.”

“And you’re no closer to finding a cure?” Sam asked.

Cas shook his head. “What about the witch you were hunting?”

“No go,” Dean said.

Cas sighed. “We’ll keep looking. I promise we will get Y/N back.”

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A few hours later, Dean wandered into the living room to find the television on but muted. The room was quiet… too quiet.

“Sam?”

Stepping around the couch, Dean found his brother stretched out on the couch. You were laying on his chest, kept tightly in place by Sam’s arms. The two of you were sound asleep, breathing in sync.

Dean couldn’t help but smile to himself as he settled into the easy chair next to the couch. But as cute as it was, he couldn’t help but feel a small sense of dread.

What would happen if they never found a cure for you? What if you were stuck in that tiny body for the rest of your life? Cas had said you wouldn’t grow or change… would they ever be able to teach you how to talk? That could maybe help… but then again, it would be incredibly weird to hear a baby speaking in full sentences (and probably swearing).

Dean was also worried about his brother. He knew Sam loved you, and he was proud of how much his brother had grown to adapt to this new role. But if you never came back… would Sam ever be able to move on? And how would you react if Sam did move on?

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“Hey,” Dean said, approaching Sam a few days later. “You mind if I take Pipsqueak for a little while?”

“Um… where?”

“I don’t know. I just feel like she needs to get out of the bunker for a while.”

“And… you want to take her somewhere?” Sam studied his brother, unsure what had brought this on.

“What, don’t you trust me? Jeez, I’m just trying to give my brother a break and this is the thanks I get.”

Sam turned to you. “Y/N, do you want to go with Dean?”

You looked from Sam to Dean, finding the elder Winchester nodding at you. “Yah.”

Dean winked and gave you a thumbs up just before Sam turned back to him.

“Fine,” Sam said, picking you up and handing you to Dean. “Have fun. Be safe. Make sure you buckle her into the car seat. Don’t let strangers hold her. Be sure–”

“Sammy, take it easy! I took care of you, didn’t I?”

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Dean ended up taking you to a small ice cream parlor. He ordered himself a dish of apple pie-flavored ice cream and a small dish of chocolate for you. A worker happily pulled a high chair over to a table for Dean.

“All right,” Dean said, sitting next to you. “Now… don’t tell Sam, but I’ve got an ulterior motive for bringing you out today.”

“Ah?”

“I want you to be my wing-woman.”

Your brow furrowed, your lips pursed. Dean held a spoonful of ice cream up to you. After a moment, you swallowed it down.

“Come on, Y/N. You used to help me out all the time. And women love babies.”

You blew a raspberry at Dean, indicating that you didn’t think highly of this plan.

“Don’t give me that. You know it makes the ovaries explode to see a handsome hunk of a man taking care of a tiny little baby.”

You scowled at him.

“Oh, here comes a hottie.” Dean scooped up some more of your ice cream, holding the spoon out to you. “Come on, Y/N.”

You wanted to be mad, but you liked chocolate too much. You opened your mouth and let Dean slip the spoon in, just as the ‘hottie’ stepped up.

“Oh, my gosh, she is just the cutest!” the girl cooed, her voice syrupy sweet.

“Well, thank you,” Dean said, smiling a thousand-watt smile up at the stranger. “I wish I could take credit, but she’s just my niece.”

You rolled your eyes before reaching out, trying to grab the spoon. If Dean was going to focus on this bimbo, you might as well enjoy your ice cream.

“Easy, Y/N,” Dean said, his voice taking on its own syrupy quality. “You don’t want to make a mess.”

You blew another raspberry, causing a peal of delighted laughter from the strange woman (why was she still here?).

“Do you want to join us?” Dean asked, pushing the spoon into your mouth before you could squawk in protest.

“I would love to!” The girl stepped over to the counter, giving Dean a small wave.

You glared at Dean. No amount of chocolate would make you like this.

girlmeetshit  asked:

prompt: While Jughead thinks about how happier Betty looks with Archie after months of their split, Betty thinks about how happier she was with Jughead.

Hey! I started writing this with your prompt in mind but it’s not exactly what you asked for. I hope you like it anyway.

A/N: Jughead doesn’t live with Archie in this prompt because it wouldn’t really fit.


Happier


“I’m sorry, Jug, I didn’t know who else to call.” Veronica said as she stood in the doorway of her penthouse apartment, holding the door open for Jughead Jones.

“What about her boyfriend?” Jughead mumbled.

“Jughead, first off, you broke up with her two months ago. Secondly, you know Betty and Archie aren’t dating. So shut up and help me.” Veronica said pointedly, then nodded her head behind her.

They ambled into the living room where Betty was slumped back in what had to be the most uncomfortable position.

“Oh God,” Betty mumbled as she saw Jughead walk into the room.

“Ready to go there, Princess?” Jughead said sarcastically.

Betty didn’t say anything, just slumped further down in the sofa.

“Help me get her up?” Veronica asked Jughead.

He nodded, then slung one of Betty’s arms over his shoulder. Veronica did the same, then hoisted Betty onto her feet.

Immediately, Betty swayed forward, then towards Jughead’s shoulder.

“Shit, Veronica, how much did you let her drink?!” Jughead said, his eyebrows furrowing.

“We had one glass of wine each. She tells me after she’s done drinking it that she took two allergy pills earlier. Apparently she didn’t know you can’t mix the two or you get thoroughly fucked up.”

“How am I supposed to get her home like this?”

“I’m fine, Jughead.” Betty said suddenly, steadying herself.

“Can you walk?” Jughead cocked an eyebrow.

Betty took a breath, taking an unsteady step forward.

She swayed on her feet but caught herself, then took another step. “Yes,” She said uncertainly.

“See?” Veronica piped up. “She can lean on you and make it home just fine.”

Jughead muttered some curse words under his breath, then gripped Betty around her waist, holding her up.

“What was that?” Veronica smirked as she walked ahead of them towards the door.

“Nothing,” Jughead muttered, keeping focus on holding Betty upright.

“Thanks again, Juggie.” Veronica smiled sweetly and Jughead pulled Betty out the door.

“You owe me big time.” Jughead called behind him as he walked towards the elevator.

He heard a laugh as Veronica closed the door.

Betty and Jughead rode the elevator silently. Swaying and gripping and grumbling and hiccuping half way through the walk to Betty’s, but no words.

Betty stumbled forward, tripping over her feet. Jughead caught her easily, grabbing her arm and gripping her her ribs to keep her steady.

“Ow,” Betty complained. “Jughead you’re hurting my side.”

Jughead loosened his grip on Betty’s waist. “Sorry,” He muttered.

“About time you apologized.” Betty murmured sarcastically.

Jughead was dumbfounded. “What?”

“You’ve owed me an apology for months!”

“What are you talking about?!” Jughead protested. He lifted his hands in exasperation before remembering he was literally holding Betty upright.

He placed his hands back on Betty’s body and sighed. The street light they were under flickered.

“You broke my heart!” Betty yelled at him, swaying as she did so.

“Well you broke mine too!” Jughead yelled right back, keeping Betty steady as they walked.

“What are you talking about?” Betty muttered. “You’re the one who broke up with me!” The wind picked up, tousling their hair.

“Yeah, because I was protecting you not because I stopped loving you.” Jughead lamented.

“Protecting me? Protecting me from what?” Betty asked sadly. The moon was bright above them.

“From… myself.” Jughead muttered. “Anyway, that’s not the point.” Jughead gripped the back of Betty’s shirt more tightly. “The point is, two weeks after we broke up, you started dating Archie.”

Betty started laughing - actually full-on cackling in the middle of the street - and fell out of Jughead’s grip, landing on her knees on the pavement.They heard a car horn a few blocks away.

“You think I’m dating Archie?”

“I know you’re dating Archie.” Jughead said as he helped Betty to her feet.

“I’m not dating him. Ver - Veronica -” Betty stumbled over her words. “-made me and him go out for milksh-shakes after two weeks of me wallowing in my room and not eating after you dumped me. She thought it would help. I cried through our entire thing, realized I loved him as a brother and haven’t seen him outside of school since. So please, Jug, tell me how Archie and I are dating.”

Jughead was at a loss for words for a moment. “But I saw you two sitting in a booth smiling.” Jughead muttered.

“It was probably during the five seconds I stopped crying when Archie told me you were an idiot for dumping me.” Betty murmured as they continued to walk, almost at her house.

“And at school you’re always… talking and laughing.” Jughead mumbled.

“I talk and laugh with Veronica, am I dating her too?” Betty asked sarcastically.

“Alright, I’m an idiot for letting you go, Betty, I know. I did think you had moved on to Archie though.” Jughead stated as he helped Betty cross the street towards her house.

“Why didn’t you just a-ask him?”

“I haven’t been talking to many people since we broke up, Betty. He’s been kind of mad at me.” Jughead said as he walked Betty up her driveway.

“I thought you broke up with me because you stopped loving me,” Betty murmured sadly, walking up her stairs slowly.

“I miss you every day, Betty.” Jughead said as they climbed the last stair.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Betty said as she looked up into Jughead’s eyes.

“Because you deserve so much more.” Jughead whispered. He cleared his throat, then let Betty’s shirt go. “Can you make it up from here?”

Betty swayed on her feet. “Yeah, I guess.” She said sadly. She reached for the doorknob but drifted towards the bushes.

“Whoa there,” Jughead murmured, catching Betty before she fell. “I’ll help you upstairs, lets go.” He said quietly. 

Betty opened the front door, slipping her shoes off in the entrance way.

After a comical but daunting walk up the stairs, Jughead helped Betty pad down the hall to her bedroom without making too much noise.

He pushed open her bedroom door, moonlight illuminating her room. Jughead made sure to not turn on the light, not wanting to draw attention to the two of them in her bedroom, from down the hall or across the yard.

“Alright, under your covers. Take your jeans off so you’re comfortable. You good?” Jughead asked quietly so as not to wake her parents.

“Wait, Jughead.” Betty said as she rested her head on her pillow, her eyes closing slightly, moonlight from outside making her skin glow.

“What is it?”

“Will you rub my back like you used to?” Betty asked sleepily.

Jughead sighed. “I-”

“Please, Jughead?” Betty whispered. “Just until I fall asleep?” She yawned.

Jughead pushed his shoes off his feet, placing his long legs on the bed to get more comfortable.

He gently started to rub Betty’s back, circling delicate patterns against her clothing. He propped his head up with the other hand, leaning closely to her body.

“Why couldn’t you just let yourself be happy, Jug?” Betty sighed. “I know you were happy, and I was happy. It was the first time you were happy in a long time, so…” Betty trailed off, breathing hard into her pillow.

“Because I’m an idiot,” Jughead said to himself, assuming Betty had fallen asleep.

He continued to trace circles into Betty’s back. This was the first time he had touched her in months. It was like giving an addict his fix - he was craving her.

“I don’t know what I was thinking. Well, I do. I thought I was protecting you from a life you didn’t deserve. You deserved better, Betty, better than I could give you. I thought you’d move on. But I.. I -”

“I love you, Jug.” Betty whispered, facing away from him, her breathing even.

Is she awake, or is she asleep? Jughead thought to himself. How much of this will she even remember?

“I love you too,” He whispered. He set his head down, planning on resting for a moment before going home.


Jughead heard birds chirping. He felt his hand embraced in someone else’s. He knew he had had the most pleasant sleep in a long time.

Someone was curved against his body, his chest against a back, a mess of blonde hair in his face.

“Ahem,” Alice Cooper cleared her throat the next morning as sunlight streamed into the room. “What’s going on here?”

Jughead sat up immediately, almost falling off the bed as he did so.

Betty stirred from the sudden lack of contact, cool air pooling where his body heat once was.

She yawned and stretched, not yet realizing the situation.

“Elizabeth,” Her mother hissed from the doorway.

Betty’s eyes shot open. She slowly craned her neck towards the doorway.

“Mom?” She asked, sitting up. She looked to see if Jughead was still beside her. He was.

“Do you care to explain yourselves?” She growled.

Betty took a deep breath. “Veronica called Jughead to get me last night. I wasn’t feeling well. I… I fainted and Jughead was kind enough to walk me home. He fell asleep. I mean, you can see, we have clothes on.”

“Downstairs in five minutes.” Alice muttered as she left the room.

As they heard her steps retreating, Betty sat back, sighing. “God my throat hurts.” She whispered.

Jughead stood up. “How much of last night do you remember?” He asked warily.

“All of it. I know I was out of my mind with the stupid allergy pills and wine but I remember everything.”

“You do?” Jughead said, sitting back down suddenly.

Three and a half minutes!” Alice called from downstairs.

“I do. And I love you, Jughead, and I always will, and  I don’t know what you want to do about it now, but -”

Jughead cut her off, leaning across the bed and pressing his mouth softly against hers.

“I’m so fucking sorry that I hurt you Betty. But I love you, too. And nobody knows how to love you like I do, and nobody ever will, and I promise to never, ever do anything like that again if you say you’ll take me back.” Jughead murmured urgently.

“I will, I do, I love you, too.” Betty whispered as she leaned forward to kiss Jughead once more.


So, you two lovebirds work it out yet? A text message read on Jughead’s phone.

You’re an evil genius, Veronica Lodge. Jughead typed back quickly, smiling down at his phone.

Then, Thank you. He added quickly.

You’re welcome. But if you really want to thank me, you’ll bring me flowers Monday morning.

Jughead laughed and placed his phone back in his pocket as he walked down the street. This was the best he had felt in two months.

Maybe, Possibly

Summary: Phil’s mother is adamant that he should be settling down, so invites one of his turbulent exes to an annual family get-together the following day. In a moment of panic, he tells her he’s already dating someone. With no other options, he turns to Dan.

Genre: Reality

Word Count: 9k

Warnings: Some swearing, references to alcohol

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Zayn knows Liam’s back by the slam of the front door that echoes through the living room. Stomach flipping in anticipation, he waits quietly.

“Soon, Zayn, soon?” Liam growls, feet pounding through all the rooms before he finally finds Zayn sprawled out on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

Zayn blinks up at him, wide-eyed as he tries his best to contain the smile that’s threatening to stretch across his lips.

You mean soon, huh?” Liam grunts, squinting his eyes down at the boy below him. He shakes his head, chuckling lowly as he bends down to Zayn’s level. “Don’t give me that innocent look. You know what you did.”

Zayn hums, a small smile finally cracking through his polished exterior as he gets out, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Liam raises his eyebrows, obviously not believing a word of what he says. “Sure, Z, sure,” he responds, holding out the last word. 

“So then, if I pulled out my phone, scrolled through my Twitter and found your tweets…” He looks at Zayn expectantly.

Zayn shrugs, a little chuckle escaping his lips before he finally caves. “I knew you’d get it,” he grins easily. 

Liam makes a humph noise before he quickly stands back up and stomps out of the room, calling out behind him as he does. “Well, just know that the next time you’ll be getting any will be soon. And that’s in what is apparently not-real Liam time.”

Zayn groans, knowing full well that could mean weeks or even months, given Liam’s sense of soon. Liam waits expectantly right outside of the living room, knowing well what will follow. He’s just barely inside the kitchen, leaning as casually against the counter as he can before he hears Zayn barrel his way through to him.

“I didn’t mean it, Liam,” he whines as he finds his way to the other boy. Giving a little pout that he knows drives Liam crazy, he reaches up just barely on his tiptoes so he can face Liam better.

A laugh erupts from Liam, eyes closing around the crinkles that form around them. “I know,” Liam replies with a grin, pulling a surprised and still pouting Zayn close to him. “I didn’t either.”

He leans forward to press his lips to Zayn’s mouth. “So I guess we can have a shag ‘soon’ then, if you’d rather. Your kind of soon.”  

Zayn hoists himself up to stretch his legs around Liam’s back. Oofing at the sudden movement, Liam grabs onto his ass to keep him up as he lets out a breathy chuckle. Guess that’s a yes, then.

Stop Apologizing

Intro: My inspiration for this piece comes from a nap I took the other day.  I was feeling especially anxious and was curled in my bed, trying to take a nap, my arms wrapped around my pillow.  You know those pillows that have like arms and are meant to act as like a back rest for when you are sitting on your bed?  Yeah I had my arms wrapped around one of the arms and I thought it felt weird (yet very comfortable), like I had my arms wrapped around someone’s leg…. and voila!  You will see what I mean when you read this.  

Pairing: Bones x Reader (I promise more Kirk x reader to come!)

Word Count: 1904

Triggers: Fluff, awkwardness, nothing else

Summary: So basically the preface for this story is that Bones and the reader are classmates at the Academy and have become really close friends, studying together all the time.  The reader secretly loves Bones, but doesn’t say anything lest he not return the feelings and it ruins the friendship (yes very overdone plotline I know).  But one day it all changes…

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You felt warm and cozy as you pulled your pillow closer to your face, your arms wrapped around it tightly.  Snuggling your face into it you recoiled at the harsh texture of the material digging into your skin.  Lifting your head from the bed, you squinted your eyes against the light of the beside lamp and looked around, your eyes landing on a figure lying in the bed beside you.  

It was your best friend and fellow future doctor, Leonard, sitting slightly propped up against the headboard, a book in his hand.  He noticed you stirring and dropped the book a little, giving you a small smile. 

“Good morning, princess.” He teased and you could only squint up at him. 

It was in that moment that you realized that it was not a pillow that you had your arms wrapped around and face pressed against; it was Leonard’s jean-clad leg.  You froze in embarrassment, your eyes fully opening now as you realized the intimacy of your position.  You had your shins pressed up against the headboard, your knees at a 90 degree angle, and were laying on your side, the front of your body pressed against Leonard, your head near his knees and your arms wrapped around his thigh.  Only when you shifted did you realize that he had draped an arm over the back of your thighs, his hand resting on the bed just beside your butt.  

You rolled over, quickly pulling yourself from the intimate embrace and sat at the edge of the bed, your cheeks flaming in embarrassment and from the feeling of his arm draped against the bare skin of your thighs.  You took in a couple of shaky breaths before turning to face him, pulling your knees to your chest protectively.  

“How long was I asleep?” You asked, and rubbed at the sleep in your eyes. 

“6 or 7 hours.” Leonard responded non-chalantly, looking especially charming in his black-rimmed reading glasses.  

“7 HOURS!” You yelped in disbelief and looked at the clock, it was true, it was 7 hours later. 

You had come into Leonard’s quarters to study with him for the upcoming exam on alien anatomy, and had studied successfully for a few hours before you decided to do some independent reading.  You had lain down on your stomach beside him, your face propped up on your elbows, reading, your eyes getting heavy as the words blurred together, and you must have fallen asleep using Leonard as a pillow.  

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You Hate Me, You Love Me

Raphael (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: Sounds great! Thanks my love!

Prompt: “I am craving a little something from Big Red if that’s okay. Something along the lines of April and Casey bring a friend by to help when Donnie gets injured and the turtles accept her into their little group apart from Raph who is a bit of a shit around her but it turns out that’s because he likes her. Something like that work for you sweetie?” @girl-next-door-writes

Word count: 1467

Warnings: Swearing & lots of angst

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3


It’d become your routine, to go from your apartment to the lair every morning, regardless of what you were doing that day. You enjoyed the atmosphere down there, and gradually got used to the smell. It was the sewers after all.

Today though, you had to be careful. You had an interview at a new office building that had opened. They salary that came with the shiny new office chair was too good to pass up, but that meant an entirely new wardrobe. If things didn’t go well, you could always return the stuff, but that’s if you didn’t get them dirty. So you didn’t go that morning before the interview, you texted Raph your reasoning quickly, because he was the first one on your contact list under ‘Apple Bottom.’ You were running late, and every second counted, especially in a city like New York.

Hours later, a secretary rang you whilst you stood in a line at the post office, telling you that you got the job, and the grin never left your lips as you basically skipped down the street in your new outfit, with a new job label and a new start. You hated that old office anyway.

Getting to the lair was usually a walk in the park for you, but in the new heels, it was a tad difficult but when you got there you knew you had to make a big entrance.

“Hello!” you beamed, stretching your arms out to reveal your very sophisticated outfit: a deep red dress that matched your satin lips, black heels that were far too overpriced for their worth and a small purse. Your hair cascaded in waves, framing your face and your make up was done. This was the most put together you had ever looked in front of the turtles, usually you’d rock up in sweats and a t-shirt, because they knew you’d change at work.

“Oh, hey [Y/N]… Finally decided to show up?” Mikey drawled. He was probably the most worried and disappointed about your sudden disappearance that morning. He’d made chocolate chip pancakes, and wanted you to try them, but you never showed. Leo was straight up giving you the silent treatment, and Donnie was the only one there to tell you (rather rudely) that they were mad because you never bothered mentioning that you weren’t going to show that morning.

“I left a message with-” you stopped, grumbling and rubbing your forehead. “I left a message with Raph.” You mumbled, the others just looked at you like you were dumb.


You met the guys when your cousin April had brought you to meet them, because you were the only one who April knew who could stitch a deep wound up. Donnie, the resident brainbox, got in the way of an attack on April and sliced his side. You used to work at an underground bar, and stitching people up after fights was your specialty. That was all history now, you and the boys were like family. Except one brute.


“Raphael!” you bellowed, slamming the door of his bedroom against the wall and crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh. You.” He rolled his eyes and went back to his comic book.

“Yeah, me.” Taking a seat on one of the spinning chairs, your legs up against the table. “What the fuck have you got against me?”

“I don’t know, maybe the fact ya feel the need to put yer dirty feet all over my furniture.” He threw a ball at your legs, but obviously you didn’t budge. In fact, you moved on leg and scraped whatever dirt you had on the bottom of your shoe on the table.

“These cost a lot of money, gotta keep them clean.” You smirked, resting your hand on your thigh as you twirled a strand of hair around your finger.

“If this is yer way or seducin’ me, try harder.” Snorting, you crossed your arms over your chest again; the nerve of this guy.

“So, are you going to tell me why you hate me?” Raph glanced up from his comic book and sighed.

You were patient, and it took time, but he gave in “I don’t hate ya.”

“Okay, why do you dislike me.” Rolling his eyes, you could tell he was becoming agitated. One thing Raphael hated more than someone yelling at him and giving orders, was someone who just asked too many questions.

“I don’t dislike ya- An’ can ya stop doin’ that!” You’d been playing with a strand of your hair, and you only realized you were doing it when he snapped at you. A smirk spread on your face, and you continued.

“What?” you tilted your head to the side mockingly, before stretching and standing, walking around his room. He had all kinds of knick-knacks, and some he made himself out of wood. You had to say you were impressed. Raphael eyed you closely s you continued to pick up and look at his stuff. He found himself not really caring. “Are you going to tell me or what?”

“Nothin’ to tell.”

“Yes there is, Raph. I wanna know what I did wrong that’s made you not like me. I mean,” sighing, you put one of the little wooden toys down. “I want to get to know you like I have the others, I’m sorry if I did anything but-”

“Just shut up, and get out.” He grumbled sternly, looking back at his comic. That is when you really got angry.
“Fuck off Raph! I’m trying to fix whatever the hell is wrong with us being friends and you’re making this so difficult!” By this point, Raph had threw his comic on the floor and got close to your face, his hands in fists and rage all over his face.

“Ya don’t speak ta me like that, [Y/N].” He growled, clearly trying to intimidate you but you were too riled up to give a shit.

“I’m going to speak to you however you treat me, Raph! Now tell me why the fuck you can’t stand me!” you growled back, making him take a step back but not faltering his expression.

“I don’t hate ya, or dislike ya, ya stupid bitch!” he yelled, hitting his bedpost with his fist.

“Sure seems like it!” you were ready to leave the room, a middle finger up at him before he stopped you with three words.

“I like ya!” he even stopped himself. What was he doing? “I like ya [Y/N]. I don’t know how ya could ever be with someone like me, so I just, I don’t know, rather have ya hate me than actually care about me. I can’t give ya what ya deserve in life, and it tears me apart. I can’t have ya tied ta me. I don’t want ya ta miss all the things that someone else can give ya. And I don’t want ya ta look at me one day and feel the tiniest bit of like. Regret or pity.” He was sat on his bed, staring down at his mutated hands. You stopped at the door, turning around with tears in your eyes.

“I would never think that!”

“Ya don’t know that, [Y/N],” he picked his head up to look at you with teary eyes himself, “I can’t watch you, wanderin’ around the lair, especially dressed so amazin’ like ya’re today, or see ya naked.” He stopped, chuckling and shaking his head at his hands again. You were stood in front of him, arms down by your sides, “and not be able to feel so much sadness that yer here with me when someone else could have ya, and ya could have such a better life.”

“No. No.” you were crying, your mascara coating your cheeks, “don’t say another word! You made me feel like shit for months, Raphael! You made me feel like I wasn’t good enough, when in reality, I fucking am! I am worth so much more than the pain you made me endure!” And that’s when you said something that you both thought you’d never hear come out of your mouth. “I wish I had never been brought here! I wish I had never met you!”