#her boyfriend will get the gem turtle thing

[sexysilverstrider]

i love this photo so much. both are champions in their own respective schools. both are menaces. one is a sweet bean who can turn into a ruthless trainer in battles. one is a silly charmer who can become a magnificent terror when faced in battles. they take battles seriously. they command their pokemon so well. both teratai and kieran have respective legendaries (teratai with koraidon n ogerpon; kieran with terapagos). they rarely use them in battles but they dont need to. fighting them alone is hell. fighting them in double battles? magnificent show of their opponents lost.

they work so well together in battles and outside of it? theyre the sweetest couple ever. teratai usually flirts with kieran and gives cute flying kisses to him so easily and its a joy to see him fluster. kieran loves being so close to teratai like holding her hand or hugging her that teratai just wants to melt in bliss. they can only see kieran being the sweetest darling when hes with teratai. they can only see teratai being the most romantic person when its to kieran. one cant believe theyre terrifying to begin with.

they are close friends and lovers who genuinely love each other. and are slightly obssessed with each other.

#ogerpon is close to kieran btw #teratai manages to convince her tht kieran is trustworthy #the day ogerpon happily played w kieran was the day kieran cried #again #also he gets terapagos idgaf #teratai has the power of convincing ppl #her boyfriend will get the gem turtle thing #i dnt feel like properly writing a fic tonight #but BY GOD i am thinking #fafar yaps #about pokemon

[melancholyswayafterdark]

I'm so glad I've found an account who still posts about the 2007 tmnt! I love this version so freaking much! If it's okay could you please dona raphael x reader where they head up on the rooftops or something like that and just chill for a bit? Maybe they come across a threat and fight them?

i got you! and no seriously i love tmnt 2007 a lot as well, so i have no problem writing fanfics for it!

TMNT  2007!Raph x GN!Reader: Reminiscent

This works a little like Serendipity, if you haven’t read it, here’s the chapter key:

--- = a flashback is happening or ending (followed by italic text)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ or ====

= perspective change

~ = small time skip

Also this is a long-shot because I can and I love 2007 Raph 

2007 Raph is a gem

He thinks you're a gem too btw

After the Curse of Yaotl period, he just wants to sit back for a while. Lay low. Recover before getting back into the swing of things

He regrets that short time where he shut you out while being the Nightwatcher. 

He didn’t want to tell you, but you caught on so well

Plus, you were close enough with Raph to know what he looked like in armor

You tell him one day, that you know

He just looks at you before sighing

“Was it seriously that obvious?”

Yes, yes it is. 

You keep it quiet. You don’t rat your boyfriend out to his family at all. 

Because honestly, Raph is doing great for the city. He’s doing what he’s passionate about, and that’s keeping the city he loves safe. 

After all this is said and done, it ends with him wanting to spend more time with you

In contrast, you want the same

He picks a particular night for a small date, nothing too crazy, just lounging around with you is something he loved

He would never get tired of fighting crime, he lived and breathed being a vigilante with his brothers

But you- he wanted quality time with you

With the one he loves

So when he texts you that he’s outside your window, you smile as you immediately engulf him into the biggest hug you can give

You start by giving him a hard kiss. It’s been a while, he’s been repairing his relationship with his older brother, Leonardo

He’s done with being The Nightwatcher, that’s for sure

But that doesn’t mean he won’t stop crime on his own. Or with you. 

Because as soon as you both decide to sit on the roof, you hear a faint scream coming from below. Once you look down, you see a Purple Dragon member on his own trying to mug an innocent woman

Raph gives you that look, that oh so sexy smile, as in to say, “ready?” 

And you’re ready. He trusts you can handle it. 

It’s a quick save, Raph remains in the shadows yet disabled the PD of his measly pocket knife, and you bring the woman out of the alley, slightly scolding her on the dangers of a dark alley. She thanks you, and heads off

And after that’s done, you both go back up, watching as the cops take the sorry guy away in the back of their car, getting the best seats in the house to see it all go down. 

~

“We ain’t been up here in a while,” Raphael muses, for the first time in a long time, he’s smiling. It doesn’t happen often, that’s for sure. It had been hard for him to maintain your relationship with Leo coming back, the whole shebang. It was stressful, so, so fucking stressful for Raph. 

You remembered the way things were while Leo was gone. How bad it had gotten, how…upset Raph was. He could call it anger, but everyone knew he was upset. He was hurt. How Leo up and left like that. 

“I know,” As you stand up, Raph’s eyes begin to follow your form- something he did often. As if his eyes were meant to land on your face every time you spoke, to catch those moments where your lips curled into a smile or your nose scrunched up in either distaste or confusion. He enjoyed little things about you that he would keep to himself. “Remember? This is where we met.” Right on this rooftop you and Raph decided to sit, feet dangling off the edge like the young teens you used to be a few years back. Meeting the turtles had never been something you regretted. In fact, you wouldn’t know where you’d be in life without them. 

“I remembah. You came out ya window lookin so mad,” With good reason, too. You remember that night like it was yesterday.

---

“Excuse me!” Raphael turned his head, just like the rest of his brothers. They had no idea they had been so loud, but at the same time, they had no idea anyone would even be bold enough to climb out their window and onto the rooftop. But yet, here you were. Hair undone and frizzed, in your loungewear with the fuzziest slippers on, ready for these unknown vigilantes to feel the wrath of Y/n L/n. 

After failing to retreat in time due to how unexpected you came, they just stood. Looking at you, wondering how you would react. Raphael had assumed it would be terribly, and he had to live with scaring yet another human due to his appearance. 

“Look, I have an orgo exam that I’m trying to study for,” You huff, seemingly unfazed by the fact that there are four mutant turtles you’re conversing with, bandanas all different colors. “So would you please kindly…pipe the fuck down?!”

The turtle with the brown eyes and blue bandana smiles warmly, clearing his throat before speaking up. He was the obvious leader.

“Sorry…um…” Leo was still getting new to the talking to random strangers thing. He had only been the official leader for a few months. “We didn’t mean to make that much noise, right, Raph?” The others all look at one turtle. The one in red, who crosses his arms and looks away. It was his fault for making so much noise anyway. 

“Right.” He rolls his eyes, those amber eyes. They seemed to avoid looking at your own. It appeared that each turtle had a distinct color. Raphael’s seemed to fit him the most. He was rebellious, and clearly didn’t follow rules well. But, that didn’t steer you away. 

“Are you struggling in orgo?” The one in purple asks. He can see your clear frustration and stress. Plus, he’s a pro. 

“A lot.” You sigh, “But, s’not like anyone can help at one in the morning.” 

“That’s where you're wrong,” 

And this, dear readers, was the start of a beautiful friendship. This is now Donnie’s second human he’s gotten to actually invite them in and have conversation. The first being April. 

As Donnie helps you study, the other turtles get comfortable.

---

Ever since that night, they had frequented your apartment for a while, before finally letting you meet their sensei. They trusted you that much. 

“You were the hardest to crack,” You say. And, it’s true. After getting to know everyone, Raphael was the last one you got closer with. But, it was for a very particular reason. There was something about you that he found…attractive. It was something he kept to himself for a while. Luckily for Raph, you had started to become attached to him in such a way that strengthened his feelings for you. You wanted to get to know him better. To know the true Raphael. Now, he may seem like a crude turtle and doesn’t show his emotions as much as his other brothers, but it didn’t stop him from trying to get closer to you. 

You had gotten extremely close when Leo left for training, and it seemed you and Raph were conjoined to the hip. The day you both confessed was a fun-filled one. Raph was just so stressed and upset about Leo leaving and oh, you suggested a bike ride to get him to cool down. He convinced you to come with him, and after a long night of rendezvous and absolute mayhem driving around, it ended in a kiss. 

“Remember the whole Winters thing?” You ask, nudging his arm after sitting back down. Raphael scoffs

“Gah, don’t remind me- ‘specially bout that lil’ Jersey fucker,” Raphael vividly remembers the “Jersey Devil” from the diner that truly gave him a run for his Nightwatcher money. He couldn’t believe he got a few hits in on him, either. He was so tiny, but still managed to bang Raph’s head into the fridge. Little shit. 

“I would’ve paid big bucks to see that, Raph.”

“I bet ya would, ya masochist.” He jokes. 

After continuing the conversation for another hour, you realize something about you and your boyfriend. 

You were a perfect match. Sure, every relationship had its ups and downs. But right now, in this moment, you and Raph were undeniably great for each other. It was something about the way you were able to find ways to destress him that didn’t involve punching something, and he was able to take you out of your comfort zone and from being cooped up in you apartment. You both had longed for someone that would be able to help, and luckily for you, that someone was sitting right beside you. 

“It’s,” The temperature dropped since being outside, causing Raph to shift uncomfortably. Stupid reptilian characteristics, “It’s getting cold, how about we…”

“If ya suggest a chick flick again I will sit out ‘hea and freeze ta death.” 

“You know me so well,” You say, “But not this time, how about we order suspiciously cheap take-out and watch a shitty horror movie instead?

“And that’s why I love ya, thinkin’ the same as me.” Raph gives you a quick kiss on the lips before getting up, his hand extending for you to take. As you gracefully do, he smiles at your wrist, you still have on the fabric of his old bandana. He wanted you to have something of his as you gave him something of yours. He thought you wouldn’t like it, but having something that constantly reminds you of Raph around your wrist is exactly what you wanted. And as you head toward your unlocked window to enjoy another night with your boyfriend, you can’t help but gaze at him. 

He loves you. Raph loves you. He isn’t the most romantic, but he tries. He tries so hard. Like cuddles on the couch as you click a random horror movie on Netflix, sharing chinese food together. He wouldn’t want it any other way.

~

“I missed this,” You say, watching the credits roll after the movie. It was terrible, by the way. But between yours and Raph’s commentary throughout, it made it 10x less shitty. He hums in agreement, only for him to pull you closer. 

“Ya know I ain’t the best at apologizin’, but…”

“You don’t have to apologize, Raph.” You say as you turn to him, “It was a difficult time for you and the others. What matters is that you and Leo are cool again.” You were right. Family comes first. Raph especially knows this.

“At least it’s over,” Placing a kiss on his forehead, knowing it’s something he secretly loves. 

You were right again.

===

It’s over. Everything could go back to the way it was, with him and Leo being as close as ever. Though Raphael would never say it out loud, he thinks that Leonardo is a great brother and leader. He understands his burden, and now knows to not hound him or put him through any extra stress. Splinter made no mistake in making the one in blue the leader of his brothers. It was simply meant to be.

And now that he’s all good with you and Leo, Raphael- who rarely smiles- smiles to himself. He smiles as you get up to turn off the light and TV, feeling you cuddle up against his chest, your hair tickling his neck when you finally get in a comfortable position. He listens to your soft breathing, before you drift off into sleep.

“I love you too, by the way.”

He smirks, though it’s unseen by you or anyone who may be watching. 

He just can’t wait to show you how much he loves you the next time he comes over.

//

Taglist:

@bee-1n-space

Masterlist

#tmnt #tmnt 2007 #tmnt raph x reader #raph x reader #raphael x reader #tmnt x reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt imagines #tmnt headcanons #tmnt fanfics

[jawritter]

Dean Winchester One Shots

Happy Birthday Dean pt. 1

It’s Dean’s birthday, and you realize something about yourself you never knew before… Until now…                                

30 Minutes til Midnight (Happy Birthday Dean pt. 2!)

Sequel ot Happy Birthday Dean, will you finally tell him how you feel?

Middle of the road

Can you keep pretending your just friends, or will it all come out in the middle of the road.

Lonely as the grave

Dean struggles with his reality visiting the graveyard in his hometown of Lawrance, Kansas

The Fool

The reader comfronts Lisa, based on the song The Fool by Leanne Walmack

The Meeting

A secret releationship getts heated during a meet up

Waiting…

Waiting on your hero hunter to come home can be one of the harderst things you ever do.

Finally Yours

Alpha!Dean is in Rut, and only one Omega can help him through it!

Home

Six years ago Christmas Eve Dean made the biggest mistake of his life under influence of the Mark of Cane.

It Was Fifteen Years Ago Today

Haunted by the past tramas even Dean needs a little comfort sometimes.

I Did It Because I Love You

Dean’s been a complete and total asshole, what happenes when the reader finally has all she can take.

Happy Valenties Day Sweetheart

Dean shows the reader a little bit of his softer side….

I Kinda Like The Disease…

Your search for your demon boyfriend takes you to New Orleans during mardi grag…

Challenge Accepted..

Requested: ok so here is a request(idk if you do these)(also it’s smut) so dean talks about how good he is in the bedroom and the reader says something along the lines like “i bet you can’t make me come” Dean challenges this. In the bedroom and you know they doing the dirty or whatever. Dean edges her and edges her and just when the reader had enough of the teasing Dean finally takes her over her edge and the reader is left with the most hot shaking orgasm ever. I hope this makes sense! ❤️ur stories!!

Your Perfect

Request: the reader is always willing to go down on Dean but when Dean goes to return the favor the reader stops him and always finds an excuse. No one has ever offered to go down on her before so she’s insecure about it and doesn’t want to look weird in from of dean. i Hope this makes sense!

Curves

Requested: Can I request a Dean Winchester x plus size reader, where she really shy and dorky but believes that she really bad at sex because she is bigger? And dean shows her that she not 😊💕 I hope this make sense haha! I know this sound awkward turtle 🐢

You Deserve Better Than Me

Requested: Dean winchester x pregnant Reader. Dean feels the reader deserves better than what he can give her in his life, what will he do when he finds out that she’s expecting his baby?

Quarantine

Summery: Everyone is stuck in quarantine right now everywhere, and your stuck alone with Dean, who really needs to blow off steam… Oh what has your big mouth gotten you into now…

My Best Friend

Request: hiii i have dean x reader request! the reader and dean are friends with benefits but recently she’s just been down in the dumps and just wants some platonic affection and not sex. as the writer you can do what u want but could you add Dean playing with the readers hair? i have a weakness for it lol thanks!

Just A Dream…

Part 1

Part 2

Winchesters Fantasies 1000 follower Challenge…

Daddy’s Home

Request: Hey I know this is odd, but I really enjoy your writing and I was wondering if you could possibly do a little smutty Dean thing? Maybe using the name Lyn, and really anything is on the table, I mean, it’s Dean Winchester. (Or if you want, some daddy kink and maybe just rough stuff :o) Thank you dear!! You don’t have to if ya don’t want to, no pressure 💕💕

Like Pulling Teeth

Request: Okay, so I was just watching few recent spn episode and saw Garth episode. Which gave me an curious idea, can you write dentist reader x dean? They’re in a relationship, one day when dean eats something, it pains and reader has to look into it? and then reader says wisdom tooth extraction? Also the fear of dentist which dean already has (shown in the episode, I found it very funny) I know it’s a weird request but I also think it would be very funny🙈

Little Details…

Request: Could I maybe request a Chubby!Reader x Dean story? She’s super sweet and kind of laid back, just going along with the boys as a research partner, but she’s also super artsy and loves to draw Dean while she researches. Maybe some sweet and soft smut, oh! And maybe he plays with her hair? :) Thanks dear!! 🌻💛

Age Is Just A Number…

Request Hello :) How do feel about an age difference, post sex one-shot? Alternate universe (no hunting), consensual, not underage but quite a big age difference (like at least 10years) where Dean is like freaking out because he’s Dean and doesn’t want to destroy the girl’s life?

Mine…

Request: Could you do a one shot where the reader lives with Sam and dean they are best friends. The reader and dean have a secret relationship and dean gets jealous of the reader and Sam hanging out all day. So dean shows the reader who she belongs too in the bedroom.

Right In Front Of You…

Request: Dean x Reader. Reader is hunting with Sam and Dean, and she is constantly getting annoyed at every single thing that Dean does. And she always acts very bad with Dean with this making dean think that she hates him. And that makes mr very sad because he has feelings for her but when Dean save her sacrificing himself from a hunting gone wrong. She stars to develop feelings for him.

Jealous Of My Demons...

Requested: Dean get’s jealous of the reader’s former boyfriend Brady, who is now posses by a demon and working as a stable boy for the horseman pestilence. Who will they work this out?

Princess...

Request: Thank you for answering my question love!💕 can I request a Dean x plus size reader where she is super shy and it drives dean crazy? Fluff, smut? I’m sorry to bother you hahah and that this sounds awkward turtle 🐢 🖤😻

My Girl...

Requested: Hola! request for dean x reader: the readers current boyfriend always puts her down and one day threatens to breakup with her if she doesn’t lose weight, even though she’s not even plus sized or anything. She constantly pushes her body to the limit to lose the weight and dean notices. it ends all fluffy and protective!dean comes out and has a “talk” with the boyfriend. side note for anyone reader this: YOUR BODY IS BEAUTIFUL MAMA 💗🥺

Your Dean...

Request: Heyy! I'm sorry to be a bother. I was wondering if you can do a one shot where the reader is prone to severe panic attacks and her husband Dean is the only one who knows how to calm her down? She gets a really bad attack but Dean for some reason ain't there, and no one is able to help her but eventually he comes back and takes care of her. Sorry if this is a lot haha.

Safe. Warm. His...

Request: Are you taking requests? If so would you possibly write a one shot with Dean where the reader is in little space and just wants to cuddle and nuzzle her head in his neck and give him lots of little kisses and play with his hands? It’s just superrrr fluffy 🥺🥺🖤

One Hell Of A Thank You...

Request: Can I request a Dean Winchester x plus size reader, where the reader is really quirky and dorky and goes on a date but turns out her date is a vampire and kidnapped her and dean saves her and falls in love with her, maybe some angst, fluff and smut 💕

Voices..

Request: Can I request? Dean x reader were she has an Eating Disorder and she’s recovering but today was an off day for her and starts to go back to her old habits and Dean notices and helps her through it.

His Girl...

Request: May I request a Dean Winchester x plus size reader where the reader is very shy and she at a bar and some dirt bags are picking on her about her shortness and weight and dean stands up for her? Some smut and fluff ?? Also want to say you are a bop of a writer my love! ✨💕🥰❤️

Happily Ever After...

Request: Hey beautiful! May I request a Dean Winchester x plus size reader where the reader does all the research for the boys and she is very shy,she a huge Disney fan, one day demons get in the bunker and make fun of her and dean stand up for her and confess his love for her (smut)? And after they cuddle and watch lady and tramp? Fluff and smut you are a gem my dear! 💕

His New Toy...

Request: Hai can I request dean x reader smut with breast bondage and nipple play?? plot (if there is any) is up to you ;)

His Heaven...

Request: Heyy I love your ABO fics and I have a request for you. You can always say no to this if you’re uncomfortable. I’ll completely understand and I’m very sorry. Can you do one with Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader. Where the reader is on a supply run and she gets assaulted and tortured by a monster and when she gets back to the bunker somehow, she only allows her Alpha anywhere near her and refuses help from anyone else. Dean takes care of her and helps her heal.

Something Worth Fighting For

Request: Hi love! Your writing is amazing and I was wondering if you could do a Dean x depressed!reader? Like dean finds the reader about to jump off the roof of the bunker after reading the note she left him and sam saying goodbye. He had never suspected anything cause she hid it so well. Dean saves her and tells her his feelings for her? You can also add any details you want or anything like that! There is no rush! Thank you!

Unlikely Places

Trigger Warning: Non-Con

Request: Hi! I love your work! Can you do a ABO? One where the reader is Beta, and Dean Alpha, and she’s his true mate/soulmate, but they don’t know it, and he gets possessive and goes into almost a feral rut where he tries to claim, and it almost kills her but Sam and Rowena save her and give Dean his Omega back? You come up with the plot because you’re amazing at that!! Please! I’d be forever in your debt!

I Hurt Too

Request: hi there! I have seen loads of fics and one shots where Dean is sleeping around/having a one night stand and the reader gets jealous and upset, but I was wondering if I could request one with the other way around? or maybe one where they sleep around equally? as smutty, fluffy, or angst as you want!!

What’s Left Of Me

Summary: Who know one little woman could have turned his whole world upside down? He had done so good alone for so long. Then here you come along, and ruin everything

Elf

Summary: Maybe being stuck at home alone with Dean for Christmas isn’t so bad after all.

Save Me

Summary: It’s not always easy being the hero, especially when no one is ever there to save you.

Saving Grace

Summary:  Some things are worth fighting for, even when they think they’re not. You can either roll over and die, or you can pick yourself up off the ground and go get what you want. That’s the place Y/N now finds herself in.

Living With Regret

Summary: Death can be hard to deal with in any aspect, but when you’re in the life, it's something you deal with all to often, and carry with you until it's your turn to burn.

Happy Halloween

Summary: It’s Daddy’s favorite holiday. So what’s a good girl gonna do, but let him blow off some steam after a successful hunt?

I’ll Wait For You

Summary:  Sometimes when we’re angry, hurt, or scared we say things wrong. Say things that hurt the ones we love. When Dean takes things a step to far can you find it in your heart to forgive him?

An Alpha And His Omega

Summary:  Sometimes Alpha’s aren’t the assholes, sometimes words Omegas say things that can hurt too. 

No, Screw You Sweetheart

Summary: You HATE Dean Winchester, I mean you really, REALLY hate Dean Winchester.

30 Minutes In Heaven

Summary: Your life, like many hunters before you, was cut short. You had no idea at the time the Fates that were at play in the universe were really those of dick angles and egotistical assholes with massive god complexes. And you also had no idea that they were really the reason you lost your life, and you had no idea why… Until around 30 minutes after you made it to Heaven.

The Devil And I

Pt. 1   Pt. 2   Pt. 3

Summary: What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, right? You survived after you thought your mate had died, but how will you survive finding out he's alive, only different.

Don’t Let It Show...

Summary: She’s had enough of him, just like every other woman always seems to, and normally, he doesn’t care, but this time...this time it hurts.

Don’t Fear The Reaper

Summary: They took him from her, her knit, her king, her Dean, “cured” him, and now she’s going to get him back, she’s going to set him free.

Scars And All

Summary:  You and Dean have a strange, mutual relationship, but that’s all it is, physical. Until an almost bar fight brings some things to light that you thought you’d never hear.

I Almost Lost You

Summary:   Sometimes, monsters aren't always monsters...sometimes they're people.

Touch Starved

Summary: Sometimes when the hunt is hard, and his mind is loud, Dean just wants to be close to someone he loves, but is to scared to say it out loud. Thankfully, she knows him better than he knows himself.

I Wanna Be Your Everything

Summary:  After a huge fight, and a week away from Dean, he’s finally decided it was okay to have the ending he’d always wanted.

One More Sunset

Summary: Dean just wants the pain to go away...

#jawritter masterlist #Dean winchester one shots #jawritter

[lucy-268]

New Family Members

A/N – It’s National Cat Day in Canada (August 8, as a start to write this); it’s about cats, I don’t care if I live in the USA (our National Cat Day is October 29, you may see more cats then, too). I received an anonymous request to use the prompt Aw did I hurt your wittle feelings. Thanks to @oofchoices for pre-reading. My masterlist is here.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to PB

Warnings: Mostly cute fluffy, but also animal cruelty

Series/Pairing and characters : Open Heart - Ethan x f!MC (Charley Valentine); Sienna

Word count: 1,172

“I’m glad your boyfriend had to work today. We never get to just hang out anymore.” Sienna linked her arm with Charley’s as they left the diner.

“I’m sorry! I don’t spend enough time at home anymore! I’ll stay there more.”

Sienna laughed. “It’s fine. We’re all busy and we see you at the hospital. Except for Aurora, but she’s always at her hospital, too.”

“I’m glad the two of us have today. And I’m glad you were able to come over here for breakfast. Ethan and I love that diner. He’s lived right across the street from it for five years and never set foot in it until last month, just because I wanted to try it. Now we go once a week for breakfast.”

Sienna smiled at her friend. “You're good for him, you know.” Charley shook her head, about to disagree, when Sienna continued. “He’s good for you, too.”

Charley did agree that that was probably true.

“What other neighborhood gems are here for you to show me?” Sienna asked. “Charley?”

“Did that bag move?”

“Huh?”

Charley rushed into the street, causing a car to slam on its brakes and honk. She grabbed a plastic bag out of the path of the car and hurried back to the sidewalk.

“Did you seriously just run in front of a car to grab a bag? It’s already been run over.”

“No, it was in the center lane, no tire hit it. I saw it move.” Charley knelt down to untie the knot.

“It was probably just the wind.”

Once the bag was open, they found two calico kittens. “Sienna, call Danny’s cousin, Kima, please.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ethan opened the door to his apartment and was greeted by Charley handing him a drink and wrapping him in a hug.

“What happened?”

Charley took a half step back, her arms still around Ethan’s neck. “Why did you think something happened?”

“You are being affectionate.”

Charley tipped her head to the side, she ran her tongue over her bottom lip. “Are you saying I’m not normally affectionate?”

“You’re affectionate, but not normally-” Ethan jerked his head to the right. “What was that?” He pulled away from her and walked to the living room. He saw something dart under the sofa.

“That would be either Honey or Nutmeg.”

Ethan whirled around to face her. “What, pray tell, are  Honey and Nutmeg?” When she looked at the ground, Ethan grasped her chin and lifted her face so she was looking at him. “Explain”

“They’re two calico kittens that I brought home.”

“When did we discuss getting a cat, much less two? This is the most irresponsible thing you could have done! Do you know why Jenner lives with my dad? I don’t have the time to deal with a dog! Do you ever think things through?”

Ethan walked away from her down the hall and she heard the bedroom door slam behind him. Charley sat on the floor and leaned under the sofa. She reached her hand under and called to the kitten she saw. It came to her and she picked it up. The kitten started to purr and snuggled under her chin. Charley pulled the kitten back to see who it was. The darker brown color let her know that it was Nutmeg. “Let’s find your sister.”

Charley walked throughout the apartment looking for Honey. The whole time she was talking to Nutmeg. “Where did your sister go, hmmm? She’s found a good hiding place, didn’t she? I had a cat when I was at home and she liked to hide on top of the refrigerator. I know Honey can’t do that because there isn’t any space here, is there, sweetie.”

After she looked in the laundry room, even climbing on top of the washer to look behind the appliances, Charley gave up. “I guess I need to go beg Ethan for help.”

Nutmeg meowed at her. “Don’t be scared of him. I know he yelled, but it’s me he’s mad at. He’s also a real softy at heart. You and your sister are probably going to live with Sienna. She has lots of roommates. There’s Jackie and Aurora and Elijah. I’m there, too, sometimes. We also have a box turtle, a chinchilla, and a fennec fox. Wherever you live you’ll be very happy.”

Charley hesitated at the bedroom door and got an idea. She opened the linen closet and pulled out a white pillowcase. She opened the bedroom door and thrust her hand holding the pillowcase through the opening. “I have a white flag; I’m surrendering. Can I come in, please?”

“Come in,” Ethan’s voice called quietly.

Charley walked over to the bed, still cuddling a kitten. “We-, I mean I have a problem. I’ve lost a kitten,” she began, crawling onto the bed. Nutmeg and I have been looking for Honey everywhere and…”

Her voice trailed off as Ethan opened his sweater to reveal Honey sound asleep on his chest. Charley leaned against his shoulder and Nutmeg crawled over their arms to see her sister.

“How do you tell them apart?”

“Nutmeg is a darker brown and her nose is part pink and part black. Honey’s brown is a little blonder. Her nose is also all black, since she has black all around her nose.”

Ethan looked at her. “What made you decide to bring home two cats today?”

Charley could tell he wasn’t as mad. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Aw did I hurt your wittle feelings by not talking to you?” She sat up and looked at him. “Someone threw them in the street. Just tied them up in a plastic bag and dropped them in the middle of the road. Sienna and I found them this morning and we took them to Danny’s cousin Kima.”

She reached over to pet Honey. “Sienna and I talked about it. I’m a cat person and wanted a cat. If you don’t want a cat-”

“Or two.” Ethan corrected.

“-or two, we can move them over with my roommates. And if Sienna can’t convince the others, Kima said they wouldn’t have any trouble placing them with a new home.”

“As someone who has never had a cat, what do I need to know? If we’re going to keep them.”

“Really?”

“Maybe. Convince me.”

“Unlike dogs, they don’t need to be walked. If there are two of them,” Charley indicated the two, “they keep each other company.”

“How do they know to use a litter box? I don’t want them going to the bathroom where they aren’t supposed to.”

“Honestly? Sometimes they miss. It’s generally easier to train a kitten to use a litter box. In fact, the mama cat will generally train them if they have access to a box.”

Charley reached over and picked up Honey. “We know they were around at least one person. They didn’t tie themselves in a bag.”

“Cat litter is your responsibility.” Both kittens were on his chest and he scratched both of them. “We’ll try this.”

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[baby-grayson]

Kind Stranger|GBD|Part 9

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Grayson leaned back on a patch of grass, his body falling beneath him as he slumped on the ground. Ethan sat beside him, one arm draped over a bent knee and the other fidgeting with blades of grass. Ethan could swear Grayson hadn’t been this quiet since their father passed. Ethan struggled to comfort his brother, growing increasingly tired of dead ended conversations. Grayson had tried to call Kate at least once a day for the past five days: she never picked up. Ethan shepherded his brother between Zoom meetings, phone calls, and their various responsibilities while the shell of Grayson wallowed in heart break.

Grayson’s usually glimmering eyes were duller, like a light inside of his face had been put out. He had lost sleep, beginning the accumulation of heavy, dark bags under his eyes. The calluses on his hands were picked over and ripped up, his pass time during meetings. He and Ethan were preparing for Wakeheart’s candle launch, being persecuted on twitter for their podcast, and trying to maintain momentum for their Youtube channel. Grayson struggled to find focus, much less creative energy, since his fight with Kate.

This afternoon, Ethan invited Grayson longboarding in an attempt to get him out of their rental house, and hopefully out of his head. A few wipe outs later, the twins founded refuge on a patch of grass. The silence was deafening. Negative clouds ruled Grayson’s mind while Ethan tried to navigate around them to soothe his brother. “What did you do last time things weren’t so great?” Ethan probed, hoping to find the answer to Grayson’s dilemma. Grayson shrugged from where he laid on the ground. His eyes followed a cloud moving across the open sky above him. “We kinda---just …” Grayson exhaled, thinking about the happy times felt like a treacherous tap dance on his heart. “I went over. We kissed. I spent the night and it just went away..” Ethan’s jaw dropped softly as he cocked his head to the side. Grayson stayed focused on his favorite cloud and did not notice Ethan’s eyebrow raised. “Are you telling me you fucked it out of her?” Ethan could not veil the cutting tone in his voice. Grayson groaned. Her soft skin, her plumps lips, her whispy hair, her sweet, citrus scent..it all flooded back to him. Fuck. Fuck Ethan for making him think about this..about her..”No, we just got busy and happy and didn’t really think about it again.” Grayson’s eyes darted around, no longer able to locate his cloud. He clenched his eyes shut, trying to focus on the feeling of the ground beneath him when he added, “We haven’t had sex yet.”

Ethan’s head pushed back, his brother was always full of surprises. It both made all sense and no sense to him. Grayson usually practiced certain activities on a regular basis, soon after meeting women. Of course Grayson would have waited for the girl who actually meant something to him. Ethan exhaled, realizing the gravity of the situation. “You do know you can’t be a virgin until marriage if you’re not a virgin when you meet her, right? Do I need to explain that idea to you?” Grayson’s arms went limp against the grass. He exhaled through his nose, striking a twinge of pain in his sinuses. He did not try to mask the annoyance in his voice, “No, but you can explain what I need to do to get her back.” Grayson’s head throbbed in pain, his lack of sleep not serving him well. His eyes felt heavy. His body felt heavy. His soul felt heavy. He questioned where he went wrong. His heart twisted and turned between being hurt and wanting to hear an apologize but feeling the obligation to apologize himself. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling and asking himself if this was a preventable problem. He barely heard Ethan’s words of encouragement, telling him not to give up on her if she really meant something to him.

******* Kate opened her freezer to pull out one of many pints of ice cream. She dug a spoon out of the bottom of a kitchen drawer, not wanting to think about the pile of dishes sitting in her sink. She plopped down on her bed, opened her third pint of the day and continued playing the youtube video lighting up her laptop. Getting over a break up was hard—Was this a break up?—but it was made even harder when the object of your affection was plastered all over the internet. 

Over the past five days, Kate had consumed enough Dolan Twins content for a lifetime. She watched Grayson perform as a goofy teenager on TRL. She mused over him in the image of a Greek God at Paris Fashion Week. She cried over a scoop of chocolate ice cream while watching his tribute to his father. She laughed at the antics of a younger Grayson and Ethan. She admired the way his hair fell in front of his face. His wheezy laugh sounded like a song to her. His smile beamed through her heart and lit her soul on fire.

And suddenly, she remembered that she kicked Grayson out of her apartment and her heart. Occasionally, she would hold her phone when he called. She would let it ring, internally debating whether she knew what to say. Did she miss him in a deep place? Yes. Was she willing to forgive him for his double standard? For holding her to different rules? For trying to control the way she processed and celebrated their relationship? No. His phone calls extenuated the moot point.

She cursed his beautiful face when it appeared on her screen. She cursed the glittered gems embedded in his teeth. She cursed the watercolor tattoos on his legs. She cursed every ridge and curve of his bronzed, muscular body. Somehow, having a virtual Grayson in her company only made her feel more alone.

LA was a lonely place, especially when you moved during a pandemic. Kate missed Philly, the familiar sound of the subway and bustle of people in City Center. She missed walking through the universities, looking for food trucks in the afternoon. She missed not wondering if everyone she walked by on the street was an internet celebrity, post-career actor, or wanna-be sugar daddy. LA wasn’t home: LA was a lonely, abysmal place that separated Grayson Dolan from Kathleen Walker.

A hollow knock rapped across the front door. Kate sat straight up, not trusting her own ears. No one in LA knew where she lived…except—Kate shot up when the knock came again. She looked down at her bare thighs, the very tops of which were covered by an oversized t-shirt. A third knock jolted her off of her bed. She tossed her ice cream to the side and hurried to open the front door.

She turned the lock to expose a tall, muscular figure towering over her. His familiar hazel eyes seemed completely strange to her in that moment. He trimmed his hair since the last time she saw him, keeping it out of his face. His sharp jaw line nearly reflected the sun’s rays from outside her apartment. “What are you doing here Ethan?”

Ethan removed his hands from his pockets and bit his lip softly, “Can I come in? I was hoping we could talk.”

Kate opened the door further, letting Ethan stroll through the door. Ethan looked around, eyeing her sparsely filled apartment, decorated in IKEA furniture. Ethan stood awkwardly in the entryway, his eyes landing on Kate. “Do you want water? Or um—a snack maybe?” She hoped he wanted ice cream, because the only other thing she could offer was a slightly moldy head of lettuce. “No I’m fine,” Ethan hedged, burying his hands in his pockets. He looked at the floor and then back up at Kate, “I was hoping we could sit and maybe talk?” She lead him to an arm chair and sat across from him.

The air in the room was heavy. It’s not every day you are stuck in a room with your ex-boyfriend’s identical twin. Seeing Ethan’s face panged in Kate’s heart, she wanted desperately to see Grayson’s again. Ethan cleared his throat and leaned forward in the armchair. He exhaled softly before starting, “I wanted to talk to you about the Grayson thing. I don’t know how you’ve been dealing, but Grayson is a mess.” Ethan revealed, wondering where the line was drawn between being honest and depicting his twin as a pathetic, lovesick sack. “I don’t know how you’re feeling about him or what happened, but if you can – could you call him? Or talk to him? Give him maybe a little more closure than he has now?” Ethan’s voice was soft, and his eyes curved downward at the sides. His reverence and care for his brother filled the room in a gentle air.

Kate struggled to find words. She struggled to maintain eye contact with Ethan; looking at a creature so much like Grayson made her heart lurch whenever she focused on Ethan for too long. Her pupils bounced to the pile of dishes behind Ethan, to the traffic on the other side of the window, to her own feet, and then back to Ethan. Her mind went blank at the first time to talk about what happened out loud. Faithful to Grayson’s request, she hadn’t told her mom, her friends, or anyone really. For the past week, she had no one to comfort her. And now, Grayson’s brother sat in front of her, assuming she had already processed her emotions.

“I don’t know Ethan,” her voice stayed just above a whisper. “I don’t know what I can offer him.” She let out a breathy chuckle as she continued, “I almost feel like he should be giving me closure—if it’s ..ya know…case closed.” She shook her head, slumping her shoulders and letting her head fall between her knees. “I really like him Ethan,” she confessed, “I just don’t know if this whole…” she waved her hands in the air, waiting for a word to come to her, “—celebrity thing” she spoke it as if it was a curse word “is a world I want to be a part of.” She sat back against the armchair, holding her stare on the ground, “At least not the way he was handling it.”

“Grayson’s my partner: in everything we do. I would have never gotten this far without him, he’s the energy when we come together.” Ethan sat back against his own chair, his mind opening the flood gates for his words. “Our ideas, our projects, our pushes—those are all him. He constantly asks for us to be better, for me to be better. I owe so much of what we have to him, because I would have never been able to do it without him.” Kate’s heart lurched, remembering a similar conversation with Grayson about Ethan.

Ethan continued, “I was the one who was nervous about you in the beginning.” Kate’s head shot up from its slumped position, finally meeting Ethan’s gaze. Ethan swallowed and weighed his head before continuing, “I was concerned that you were maybe..I don’t know a gold digger? Or something like that and you were going to use him.” Kate’s eyebrows raised, staring at Ethan as if he had seven heads. “That was before I met you,” Ethan hedged “But I think I was the one who put the thought in Gray’s head to be extra careful about you two.”

“I didn’t know that,” Kate’s voice was just above a whisper. She wanted to melt into her armchair, disappearing from this scene. Her mind felt torn between blaming Ethan for Grayson’s behavior and decided that this was no excuse, Grayson was a grown man who made his own decisions. Kate’s eyes narrowed, trying to decipher her own thoughts. Ethan started again, “I just can’t stand thinking that I’m the reason for what Gray is feeling right now and—” Kate shook her quickly, “You’re not Ethan.” She leaned forward in her chair, resting her elbows on her knees and exhaling heavily. “I’m the reason for what your brother is feeling.” She opened her mouth, but feelings of confusion, guilt, and loneliness competed for the next word. Ethan beat her to it, “If you give him a chance, he won’t disappoint.” Ethan played with his fingers in his lap, looking up to meet her gaze, “My brother is a hopeless romantic who gets off on making the people he loves feel special.” Ethan shrugged and let go of his fingers.

A few moments later, Ethan stood from his armchair and thanked Kate for at least listening to him. She gave him a thin smile and nodded as he stepped toward the door. She closed the dead bolt behind him and stood there for a while. Her mind felt like a thousand horses were trying to pull her in different directions: toward Grayson, away from Grayson, into friendship with Grayson, back to Ethan with more questions. Her mind was a mess. She stepped back into her bedroom, finding that a dollop of melted ice cream has stained her sheets. She exhaled and threw her head back, cleaning her space begrudgingly.

She sat on the end of her stripped bed, phone in hand. Her hand felt heavy as her phone rang. Her heart beat throbbed into her temples. Her good leg shook softly against the edge of the bed. Her tongue went dry. “Hello?” His voice was so familiar. Her mind set off a fireworks show of internal curse words, her teeth nearly chattered in rhythm to the shiver down her spine. “Hey Gray,” she started without knowing where she wanted to finish, “I was hoping we could talk-but not like this—maybe we could pick a time or a place?” Her tongue felt like a brick, heavy and stiff against her lips that tried to remember to pass air through her lungs. “Y-yeah” Grayson’s tone wavered, trying to mask excitement and anxiety with something that sounded stable, “I’d like that.”

*******

“Thank you,” Kate smiled at her Uber driver as he pulled up the edge of the beach parking lot. She had considered walking to meet Grayson, but eventually decided that walking across LA, by herself, at 7PM was not a good idea. She left the car and started to fidget with the hem of her skirt, which was blowing in the ocean winds. The ocean breeze usually calmed her, but today it only ignited her flaming nerves even further. Her hair would not sit still, blowing in nearly every direction as she walked forward. She cursed to herself, not wanting to look like a mess to have this conversation with Grayson.

She stopped when she spotted him. He was waiting in his usual spot from when they met—his spot. He looked so elegant, his grand figure a silhouette against the sunset. Even in the shadows, his megawatt smile beamed at Kate. She bit her lip from across the beach, the hand on her purse clenched down. Every thought about the ocean breeze escaped her mind. Her knees shook slightly. How is it that one human being could elicit that kind of response out of another?

Kate’s hands cupped her face while her heart exploded, looking past Grayson for a moment. A few beach towels acted as a picnic blanket for a home made meal and a couple of Wakeheart candles. A stray napkin floated through the wind away from the setting. Two place settings were laying on the ground, ready for the two of them to sit together. Grayson grinned watching her face, hoping that maybe he could show her how serious he was about making her happy. Silently, he wished she would take her hands away from her face. Grayson desperately wanted to see her smile; his heart needed the confirmation that he was able to make her happy again.

The hands on her face were only one part of this scene teasing Grayson’s heart. The dark tendrils flying around her face called out to the day they met: making Grayson’s heart swell. The air around her was angelic, Grayson could make out the gold flecks in her brown eyes from where he stood. The sound of her voice as she approached him was like a song to him.

“Grayson—” hearing his name in her voice sent Grayson’s emotions into a romantic frenzy “—this is amazing.” She removed her hands from her mouth, revealing her kind smile and pink mouth. Grayson’s cheeks burned from grinning so hard, his happiness overtook any anxieties that had been clouding his mind. A deep part of his mind wondered if he had done enough practicing earlier, now that he was struggling for words. His elation took over any cerebral duties his mind would usually oversee, “I wanted to do something special for you, because you’re special to me.”

Grayson took her small, dainty, smooth hands in his large, rough, calloused ones. He squeezed her palms and looked down into her big, brown eyes. Kate bit her lip subtly, wondering how one man could be so many things at one time. Grayson took a breath before starting his semi-rehearsed speech. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry for hurting you, doing something to you that made you feel like I wasn’t proud of you. If anything, it’s the opposite. I’m so proud of you, the things you have preserved through in your life before you ever met me--..I don’t think I could do it.” Grayson gaped down at her, he swallowed while holding back sentences about her disability, career, and drive. “I just..I did something wrong. I should have been more open about who I am and what my life is like from the start. In truth, I didn’t think I had to me. I thought I was just a normal guy, who could meet a normal girl and have a great relationship.” He squeezed her palms warmly. “But I see now that maybe that’s not what this situation is. And to be honest, I don’t really know what that means. But I do know that you make my life better. You make my life so much better,” a stray tear sat on Grayson’s bottom lashes. His voice choked slightly, making Kate’s eyes widen as her entire expression softened. The sight of her garnered a stray tear on Grayson’s other lash line. “You make everything so much better. You make me think about what’s important, because so much of my life isn’t.” He made a noise that sounded like a sad chuckle, “I spend so much of my day worried about branding and images and posting schedules and comments—things that I barely have control over sometimes. But when I’m with you,” he squeezed her hands and pulled her in closer, “my life isn’t that. With you I’m happy, and I get to share simple things with you. I feel like someone is seeing me, for the first time in a long time, as just a guy.” One lone tear danced its way to his cheek while he finished, “I hate what I put you through, I hate how that other part of my life could have poisoned us…But I think we can make if you’re willing to talk things through with me because I want to keep you around for such a long time…I love you.”

Grayson’s heart felt like it was tiptoeing across a high wire above a pit of sharks. He felt like one word could change her answer. He gulped hard. Grayson Dolan had done many daring things in his life: blind folded sky diving, swimming with sharks,cliff jumping in foreign countries. And yet, no deed felt more daring than this. He admitted that his own life confused him, that the reality he thought existed was just his attempt at gripping onto normalcy: saying it out loud felt like a vice grip on his emotions.

Kate thumbed one of his hands gently in hers. She let go of one of his hands, causing Grayson’s mouth to gape slightly in fear. Grayson’s lips fell into a relaxed smile when she moved to cup his face in her hand, softly wiping at the ghostly trail left by the tear. She tried to find words, any words, but they weren’t coming. Her tongue was tied in a knot around her heart. Grayson instinctually moved his freehand around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He looked from her deep, bright eyes to her lips and back to her gorgeous gaze. Kate bit her lip, licking it softly before exhaling. Grayson drank in her sweet, citrus scent—only realizing now how comforting and soothing that scent had become for him.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore boomed around them. Kate memorized his face in this moment, cherishing how the warm, sunset rays only illuminated his bronzed skin. The gold flecks in his eyes danced for her, begging for closure. His few freckles gave his face a boyish charm, decorating high cheek bones and a striking jawline.

A few grains of sand infiltrated Kate’s sandals, catalyzing a series of rough and jagged attacks on her soft skin. Kate’s mind raced in finding her next words, knowing that she could choose to give Grayson her whole heart or walk away from a future navigating the hurdles of his life. If it wasn’t for the pit growing in her heart, she would have chuckled at the irony of the moment. Here they were, almost embracing each other, almost crying for each other, almost surrendering themselves to each other: when just a few weeks earlier, they stood in that same spot as only a pair of kind strangers.

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Hey sweet Angel^^ Could I please have smutty one shot poly turtles surprising reader after a rough day at work in the night with a romantic dinner at her apartment?

@bloody-dark-shells03 Lovey I know this is probably nothing like you imagined but I did my best

It had been a long rough night for the redheaded Beauty as she headed up the stairs towards her place

Work had been the epitome of hell

The last three days her boss was being a jerk complaining how he wanted something done immediately when the deadline was still a whole month away, somebody had stole her lunch again even though it was clearly marked and in her bag, her tea bags in the cabinet had been tossed out into the company drawer, both of her feet were killing her in the new heels she had bought for the meeting that had been cancelled at the last second, and that one bitch of a co-worker she couldn’t fucking stand kept getting in her business until she had gotten to the point of which she had almost turned and let off the frustration and stress she was keeping inside off all in Karen’s face if she didn’t just punch her out in the break room.

After today she was highly considering not going back calling her boss and quitting on the spot knowing if she didn’t tomorrow wouldn’t be pretty but she couldn’t afford to quit, couldn’t really stand to not have a job when she had just started to get somewhere in the company.

In all honesty; she adored what she did and it gave her a purpose but after today that purpose was starting to become a mental promise that she wouldn’t stab somebody with a spoon

As she opened the door all the woman hoped for was to climb into her warm bed and relax, maybe curl up in her blanket and watch her favorite show or read the book she had just gotten thanks to her oldest boyfriend

Instead she was greeted with the warmth of the heaters having been turned on, a clean home, and the smell of dinner wafting through the air mixing with the soft scent of her good candles lighting the room unsure who could possibly be in her home when she wasn’t expecting anybody but the moment she shut the door sliding the latch four friendly well welcomed faces appeared from different places in her place all with loving smiles and a warm greeting

“Welcome home Akachan”

“Babycakes! We thought you got lost!”

“There’s our girl”

“Took ya long enough ta get here if I knew ya we’re jus gonna take the stairs I’d ‘ave carried ya up”

For them it wasn’t to hard to notice how exhausted she looked and as everything hit the floor they were quickly to her side pressing soft kisses to her lips and speaking comforting words to their worn-out mate.

Leonardo gently scooped her up from the floor and carried her to the couch sitting her down before tenderly pulling off her shoes and starting to massage her swollen feet going for all the right places she was carrying all her pressure “Rough day love” his lips trailed kisses over her leg once his hands trailed up a bit more producing her favorite lotion working it into her pained feet and up her legs until he felt the knots easing

Mikey took her coat peppering kisses down over her neck and shoulders while peeling off the tight outfit she was in until Donnie could wrap her soft robe around her shoulders

Raph stepped in the room with a cup of her tea his older brother had prepared just for her “Fearless said it’s somethin new but it’s fer relaxation” the massive turtle lifted her chin pressing another kiss to her lips a bit firm but gentle letting her long hair down out of the style she had fashioned it that morning each tending to her needs and pampering their shared mate until she looked a bit more at ease just knowing today had to have been rough on their girl

This night was supposed to be special; they all had their own personal days to get her to themselves but tonight wasn’t about them and they wanted to give her the one thing they couldn’t take her out for

A nice romantic dinner

Each loved having the redhead’s attention on them privately but each lacked one thing to make the night perfect like she deserved. They are really romantic in their own ways but teamwork never failed when pleasing the one person in their lives that deserves the world

Leonardo although a master of everything and knowing her favorite things to what melted her wasn’t the best cook and the last time he tried he blew up her kitchen messing with the stove; now he was learning for his mate but – it wasn’t that great and it wasn’t really right to take credit for sneaking Mikey over to make dinner then make him go home without seeing her.

Raph although a respectable cook and master masseuse who could get her into a twitched pleased mess with just his hands working those tired joints lacked patients to prepare a full meal and do the work they had all done tonight plus he liked to plan out the night but after work he doubted his baby was up for a frisky turtle throwing her on the bed to add to the rough day

Donatello could have done this and more he is the romance casanova who has everything planned to a ‘T’ but his only downfall was the last three times he tried to surprise his lady he got there late due to working on his never ending list of things he had to do and she was either ready for bed the moment he came through her window or already on the couch in gown with takeout halfway through the series they had started together

Now Mikey – loveable sunshine as he is will romance her socks off with a crappy monster movie and pizza, maybe an all night marathon with all the junk food he can find but the next day her place would be a mess and he cleans up his own way scooting it out of the way once he sees she is out cold only an hour later and takes he to the room for a super cuddle session she won’t be getting out of

All in all they all were going to make tonight the best to date with her

“We made you dinner babes how abouts we all eat and then Magic Mikey runs you a nice hot bath with your essential oils, bubbles, and salts~ I’ll even throw in one of my massages” the youngest turtle beamed as Donatello relinquished his spot to go make plates for all of them voting on just eating in the den since she looked so comfortable

Each had helped make her favorite dish; even Leo was given the special task of chopping everything they needed cut up before he had gone and cleaned up so she had nothing to do when she returned before going back to the kitchen to do the dishes his younger brothers had ruined in the attempt to cook for the love of their lives

They all ate their fill by candle light humming happily at the meal they were so shocked was almost, almost as good as their girls before Mikey rushed off to keep his promise running the best bath anyone could imagine it would have made queen’s envious with all the candles he could find to set the mood and the tub filled nearly to the brim near the perfect temperature with the sweetest smelling oils to sooth her worn body

The two oldest turtles helped her in after Raph had carried her to the tub all four settling beside the tub keeping to the spoiling wanting their baby to know she was the most precious gem in their world until she was not only washed clean of her day but looking close to just passing out right there in the bubbles so at ease she could just stay there dosing off being drawn back to consciousness when Donnie chuckled kissing her lips as he helped her stand rinsing her of the floofiness that decorated her in white  splotches of bubbles his soft churr making her smile  tiredly stopping her hands from touching him

“Not yet love – one last surprise” with the utmost care the genius lifted her from the bath wrapping her in the fluffiest towel he could find leading her down the hall, the fact that the guys had went all out and made a rose pedal path from the bathroom to her bed was only accented by the fact that her turtles were already under the blanket making room for her and the taller turtle

The second she was between them the two older males cuddled the redhead close as the youngest took his place cuddling into her chest all holding her in one way or another

There would be nothing but loving cuddles tonight wanting her to rest they had done what they had set out to do she was so relaxed before all of them had kissed her goodnight she was out cold snuggled into the warmth of their bodies

They stayed there where they were around the love of their lives safe in their arms all night letting her sleep in and not letting her up easily, in the morning when she has more energy then they will be more handsy caressing her with pets and light squeezes while Mikey makes a big brunch for all of them worshipping the lady until interrupted

She isn’t going to be making it to work today… or tomorrow… maybe the rest of the week once Donnie’s done screwing with her schedule and putting in the time off with full pay, if her ass of a boss calls to get her to come in the phone’s disconnected with a message that leads to nowhere so she can fully recover in peace from both her hellish work environment and what is in store once they get her back to the bedroom so they can spoil her all over again tonight

[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

Baby You Were My Picket Fence [Chapter 3: Light My Fire]

You are a first grade teacher in sunny Los Angeles, California. Ben Hardy is the father of your most challenging student. Things quickly get complicated in this unconventional love story.  

Song inspiration: Miss Missing You by Fall Out Boy.

Chapter warnings: Language.

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You open the front door and there he is: black button-up shirt, navy jeans, chic but not overdressed. His hair is neatly gelled back from his forehead. In his arms are a lug wrench, a car jack, and a brand new tire wrapped in an oversized, floppy red bow like a Christmas present.

“I think normal guys bring flowers,” you comment.

“I figured...since you’re automotively illiterate and all...you probably hadn’t gotten around to replacing the spare yet.” He shoots a glance at your Elantra, then announces victoriously: “I was right!”

“Mr. Hardy...Ben...I really can’t allow you to perform any more free labor.”

“Five minutes,” he calls over his shoulder as he trots to your car. He has trouble with one of the lug nuts, so it takes him six and a half.

“You can come inside,” you tell him once he’s finished. “I won’t be long, I just have to water my plants.”

Ben raises an eyebrow. It’s dark and rather undomesticated, yet endearing. “I feel like there must be better stalling tactics than that. If you’ve got cold feet, I can handle rejection.” But what he can’t do is disguise the way his shoulders slump, the way he bites the corner of his lower lip apprehensively.

“No, really, it’s totally stupid, but I’m really trying not to kill this batch and if I don’t water them now I’m going to be stressing about it until I get home, and I don’t want to be thinking about houseplants all night, I want to be thinking about...” You wave your hand towards Ben inarticulately. “You know. You.”

He smiles, showing his teeth, his eyes lit up like embers, flickering and radiant and warm. “Take your time, Martha Stewart.” 

“My parents give me so much hell for this,” you call back to him as you flutter around the living room, standing on your tiptoes and reaching around furniture to water your peace lilies and spider plants and devil’s ivy and one wilting ponytail palm. “They’re farmers. They’re professional life-givers. I’m lucky if I can keep the cactuses alive.”

You hear Ben rambling around the kitchen. “I hope your nurturing skills are at least marginally better with first graders.”

You laugh, nodding even though he can’t see you. “I’m alright with those. I’m just more of a rock person than a plant person. Gems and minerals and volcanic glass...fossils and bones and teeth...that’s where the magic is for me.”

“I can see that. Dinosaurs are well-represented in your extensive fridge magnet collection.” There are clicks and scrapes as he rearranges them: prehistoric animals and tiny planets, peace signs and alphabet letters and cross-sections of agate. “These are so cool!” he exclaims.  

You bustle back into the kitchen, place your watering can in the sink, and wipe your hands with a dishtowel patterned with cartoon brontosauruses. “Ready?” Your eyes flick to the refrigerator. He’s organized your magnets into a giant smiley face. It’s ridiculous, it’s juvenile; but you feel this liberatingly simple joy flooding through you like early autumn air. And the way Ben’s grinning at you—a little mischievous, a little proud—reminds you so much of Eli that your breath catches in your throat. You have no idea who Eli’s mother was, but her genetics were omnipotent; it’s almost impossible to find any of Ben in him at all. But every once in a while there’s an unconscious gesture, an off-kilter smile, and suddenly you can see the common threads that wove them into being like spiders’ webs.

“Ready,” Ben agrees.

You smooth your dress as you slip into the passenger’s seat of his Lexus, placing your purse between your feet, checking your hair and makeup in the sun visor mirror. Ben glances over at you as he shifts the car into reverse and roars out of your driveway. Your hands aren’t shaking, your heartbeat is hushed, there’s no hot rushing blood in your cheeks or ears; this shocks you. It’s eerie how inexplicably at ease you are.

“Find something good,” he says, pointing to the radio.

You seize the dial. “Uh oh. My first test?”

He smiles, his eyes on the road now. “Choose something lame and I abandon you at the nearest sketchy-looking gas station.”

You flip through stations until you find Somebody To Love. “I work hard, every day of my life, I work ‘til I ache in my bones...” “Okay, how I’d do?”

Ben steals a suspicious peek over at you. “Are you fucking with me?”

“What?” you ask, bewildered. “No, why?”

He shakes his head. “Never mind. You definitely pass. You’re a Queen person?”

“Oh yeah, absolutely, I adore Queen. Most classic rock, actually.”

“So have you, uh...” He touches his chin thoughtfully, what you’re quickly realizing is a little nervous tic. It’s cute as hell. Goddammit, daddy demon, stop being so fucking perfect. “Did you ever see Bohemian Rhapsody?” But something gives you the impression he already knows you haven’t.

“Not yet,” you confess.

“Not interested?”

“It’s not that, I just...” You hesitate, trying to put it into words. “I know it did well and all. But I guess I’m skeptical of anyone trying to play Freddie Mercury. He was a legend, he was one of a kind. So are the rest of them. Those are massive shoes to fill. It seems like setting the actors up to pale in comparison.”

“I’ve heard it was pretty good,” Ben presses, almost teases.

“Yeah, maybe...”

“And Rami won the Oscar. So his portrayal must have been satisfactory.”

“Okay, oh my god, I’ll see it, are you happy now? Were you on the marketing team or what?”

You’re only half-serious, but Ben chuckles evasively. “So you like old rocks and old music,” he pivots. “But not old not-boyfriends. Except Jeff Goldblum.”

“This is news to me. I sincerely thought you were sixty.”

He laughs, a full gutsy laugh this time, a laugh that says he’s caught-off guard and thrilled about it. “That’s okay. I’m into old stuff too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Old music, classic rock, just like you. But old books too.”

“Gatsby?”

His eyebrows leap up; you’re watching his face as streetlamps illuminate the car in reiterating flashes like a spinning pulsar. God, he’s beautiful. “How’d you guess that?”

“Eli’s middle name is Fitzgerald. That’s not a common one.”

“Ah,” Ben says, and his full lips turn up at the edges into a smile, proudly, fondly.

“I really like it.” That’s the truth; Eli’s a handful and that’s a titanic understatement—though he has been better the last few days, the only blip on the upward trend being his attempt to convince Brayden to eat a live cricket by paying him in Oreos—but his name is classic and elegant and a few literary references here and there never hurt anyone.

“Yeah, that was me,” Ben reveals. “His mother insisted on choosing his first name, I think she heard Eli somewhere and just liked the sound of it. But she let me pick the middle name. And The Great Gatsby was always my favorite book...and The Beautiful and the Damned, and This Side of Paradise?! Freaking incredible. In my humble opinion F. Scott Fitzgerald is a certifiable genius. So...Eli Fitzgerald.” There’s a color in his voice you can’t quite read: the golden yellow of reminiscence, the murky blue of loss, the grey nothingness of depression, the bloody maroon of deep pain or resentment. Who was she, Ben? How did she hurt you? And could I ever fill those hollow places you’re carrying around like pocket change?

He asks how Eli is doing in class, and you tell him; you ask about his favorite classic rock bands, and he answers: Boston and AC/DC and The Stones and Queen. His Lexus cruises by your go-to dinner spots—the affordable chains like Noodles and Co. and Panera and Chipotle—then past the mid-level raw vegan and farm-to-table joints, and finally into the neighborhood reserved for fine dining establishments with three-figure price tags and reservations booked up months in advance.

“Uh...” you begin. “I don’t think we’re going to get a spot at a place down here.”

“Think again.” He parallel parks with absurd ease in front of an Italian-Japanese fusion restaurant called Nejire. There’s a line of people in suits and evening gowns waiting at the door. You feel like a minnow in a shark tank.

“Ben...”

He comes around to your side of the car, opens the door, and holds out his hand. “You trust me?”

Do I? You take his hand in yours like a life raft. “Don’t let me down, Mr. Hardy.”

Unpredictably, fantastically, he brings your knuckles to his lips. “You got it.”

He spirits you inside, past the line of waiting customers, past the hostess and waitresses; they glimpse up and nod at Ben as he draws you through the main dining room and back to a VIP table in a dimly-lit, quiet corner of the restaurant. Oh, you realize with awe and trepidation. He’s an important guy.

You take your seat and open a menu as waitresses array full glasses of water and wine across the table. There’s nothing under fifty dollars. You flip to the salad page, searching desperately.

“What are you doing?” Ben asks gently.

“Um, nothing, just browsing...”

“You’re not paying for any of this,” he says point-blankly.  

“That’s not very feminist of you,” you quip, but on the inside you’re sinking. This is too much, this is way too much. I can’t let him do this for me.

“I’ll explain later. Trust me, we’re good. Order something expensive or I’ll do it for you.”

“I’m a teacher, Ben. My idea of luxury is Olive Garden.”

He grins at you boldly, almost roguishly. “Oh we are going to have so much fun together, Miss Y/L/N.”

Orders are placed, wine is sipped, appetizers are ferried to the table. As you nibble on ahi tuna tartare and caprese sushi, you find yourself lost in how Ben motions wildly with his hands as he tells stories, how his large emerald-or-jade-or-malachite eyes gleam when he’s animated, how his voice is so rich and deep and yet mild, how it suddenly feels like you’ve known him your entire life. Oh no. Oh no, I like this guy a LOT.

Ben abruptly stops eating and cracks his knuckles. “So there’s something I need to tell you. Since we’re...” Air quotes. “Not dating.”

Oh fuck. He’s married or something. “Okay. I’m listening.”

“It’s about my job.”

Whew. “Ah yes, your elusive profession. You can tell me the truth if you’re a dogwalker or a circus clown or something. It’s always nice to out-earn someone. Actually, dogwalkers in L.A. probably make more than me...”

“I’m an actor.”

“Oh,” you reply cautiously. “Like, for tv shows or independent films?”

“No,” he says, amused. “For major films.”

I knew he was too fucking gorgeous to be a normal person. What am I doing here? “Like what?”

“Well, recently, Bohemian Rhapsody.”

You choke on the white wine you’re drinking and cough and gasp into your cloth napkin.

“You okay?” Ben asks. “Don’t die. You can’t die yet. You haven’t tried their tempura crème brûlée.”

“You...” You cough once more. “You were in the movie that made $900 million dollars...?”

He grins toothily. “So you were keeping up with it!”

“It was hard to miss that tidbit. It was all over the news. BoRhap won the Golden Globe.” Your head is spinning. “You’re an actor,” you repeat.

“I played Roger Taylor.” The brilliant, obscenely good-looking drummer, the man who wrote Radio Ga Ga and These Are The Days Of Our Lives and A Kind Of Magic.

“Oh my god, Ben!”

“I mean, I’ve been in other things too—”

“Ben!”

“Look, relax, we’re cool. I’m not telling you this to freak you out, I’m just explaining that you don’t have to worry about dropping a few hundred bucks at dinner. You have a right to know who I am if we’re going to be...involved. And there’s something else.” He wrings his hands. “I have to be...discrete about my personal life. Try to stay under the radar.” But now that effortless comfort is strained somehow, weighted, ominous; Ben averts his eyes. There’s a presence in the room like a storm cloud, trapped pulsing lightening igniting the opacity from within.

“Sure,” you say, thinking that a life in the spotlight can’t always be easy. “Lowkey. I got it.”

“Awesome.” He’s relieved.

“I have to keep it on the down-low too. I’m a pretty important person myself. A bunch of six-year-olds would lose their minds if they knew about my extracurricular activities. They would color such scandalous pictures in art class. Premarital dinner dates, maybe even handholding. Yikes.”

That makes Ben chuckle; the shadow is nearly lifted. “Keep drinking, Miss Y/L/N. I’m loving this.”

And it should feel weird or frightening or wrong that he’s using the word love this soon, this casually; but it doesn’t at all. It feels anything but wrong.

~~~~~~~~~~

Your feet are on your kitchen floor, your palms empty. Ben’s fidgeting around, his hands in and out of his jean pockets; it seems like he’s trying to say goodbye, but maybe he’s not.

“So...” he ventures.

You wonder if he’ll touch you, if he’ll kiss you. You try to catch his eyes, but they’re everywhere except meeting yours. “Hold that thought.”

You dash down the hall to your bathroom to smooth your hair, touch up your makeup, swish some Listerine. On the way back to the kitchen, you stop in the living room to check on your plants. If it’s possible, they look a little perkier than they did when you left a few hours ago. You run your fingertips over the broad leaves of your peace lilies, smiling faintly to yourself. “Maybe we’re going to make it after all,” you whisper.

You hear the distinct clicking sound of iPhone texting. “Oh shit,” Ben mutters from the kitchen. “I’m sorry, I gotta go, Y/N, okay? I gotta run. But I’ll call you. I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay, just a sec...” But by the time you rush into the kitchen to say goodbye, Ben is gone, the screen door swinging forlornly. Puzzled, you lock the door behind him as headlights flare to life in the driveway and swiftly retreat into the night. Then you turn around.

Your fridge magnets are rearranged again, this time in the shape of a heart.

#ben hardy #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy fic #borhap fic #borhap #baby you were my picket fence #bywmpf

[valantinetime]

Persona OC’s/story idea?

for awhile I’ve been coming up with ideas for phantom thieves. Let it be what their rebelling against, who’s shadow do they fight, persona designs etc.

Even how they’d react to the phantom thieves. Who’d they get along with, who’d they hate.

So I’m gonna rant about them-

(the story idea I will be talking about in a reblog, so you don’t have to scroll through all this OC info every time)

(but the story idea is set the next year and Ren/Akira returns (for reasons I’ve thought about) and the metaverse is back, with some new persona users to)

(this story would involve my OC’s)

(my characters persona's are not named after real life people cause I’m NOT going thought the effort of doing that-)

Name: Yuuma (優真) Yukimura (雪村) Gender: female Age/Year: 16 during the events of the game | 17 (If I do the story/fanfic) Traits: calm, patient, understanding. +info: a lonely girl that spends most her time by herself at home. She avoids talking to people, but will go out of her way to be spiteful towards anyone who thinks their better than others. Would gladly spend the rest of her days withering away in her room if she could. Arcana: Judgement

Role: Leader What their rebelling against: being a puppet to society

Codename: Puppeteer  Mask: hafe the mask is white hafe the mask is black. It fully covers the top hafe of the users face (covers the eyes) and covers the sides of their face. Outfit: a white open long sleeved shirt (with the last few buttons buttoned up),  black trousers and white boots Weapon: voodoo and knife

Persona: Jueza (justice) | Sombra (death) Persona special move: Guilty (small chance to one hit kill, if doesn’t kill them, knocks them down) (Jueza)  | Consume (small chance to one hit kill) (Sombra)

Name: Hinata (日向) Mizushima (水島) Gender: male Age/Year: 17 during the events of the game | 18 Traits: Calm, Confused, cold, concerned +Info: a quite young man who spends his spare time playing instruments (violin, piano and flute). He tends to wear things that are comfortable, including clothing that is tailored towards females. He believes there is no gender for a piece of fabric. Infact, there isn’t really that much for one gender only. Arcana: Empress

Role: Healer/Fighter What their rebelling against: gender roles Who’s shadow do they fight: sibling

Codename: King Mask: A golden mask with blue patterns and blue gems stuck onto it. The mask covers the top hafe of the users face (but not the eyes) and curves over their ears pointing up (end of the curves have black pearls on). Outfit: a long golden skirt-like cloak wrapped around the wearers waist, a sleeveless blue tank top, blue sleeves, golden gloves, black leggings and thigh high black boots. Weapon: Crossbow (long-range) | Sword (close-range)

Persona: Regina (Empress) Persona special move: Bow To Me (chance to knock the shadow down)

Name: Yasu (康) Takahashi (高橋) Gender: female Age/Year: 15 during the events of the game | 16 Traits: creative, scared, friendly, out going +Info: A social butterfly who will gladly talk to anyone she can. She’s somewhat wealthy, inheriting a lot of her mothers money when she died. She lives with her farther and younger brothers, though she’s never seen around her dad. Arcana: Fortune

Role: Fighter/support (but tends to focus on the teams buffs more) What their rebelling against: sexism Who’s shadow do they fight: Farther

Codename: Reader Mask: A purple mask that covers the users forehead and bottom hafe (which can be moved to cover the top hafe) of their face. On their forehead there's a white eye. Outfit: an oversized purple dress that drags a lot the floor, white heals and white gloves Weapon: Cards (tarot + paying cards)

Persona: Destino (Fortune) Persona special move: Predict It (tells the team the most likely moves the shadow can have) | Fate (tells the team what the shadows most likely weakness is) | Destiny (tells the team the probability of winning)

Name: Sakura (咲良) Himura (緋村) Gender: female Age/Year: 15 during the events of the game | 16 Traits: kind, soft, caring, cheerful. +Info: She’s always been slightly popular, once she started dating her boyfriend she got a lot more popular. She lives alone with her mother and baby brother. Arcana: Lover

Role: Healer What their rebelling against: Standards Who’s shadow do they fight: boyfriend

Codename: Sweetheart Mask: A pink mask that covers the bottom hafe and the nose of the users face. A red heart covers the mouth Outfit: black body suit, pink cape, pink boots and pink gloves with some pink belts. Weapon: Shotgun (long-rang) | Flail (short-range)

Persona: Cuore (lover) Persona special move: Fall For Me (the shadow is unable to attack the user for a certain amount of time and small chance they will get knocked down.)

Name: Rin (凛) Hisakawa (久川) Gender: Male Age/Year: 12 during the events of the game | 13 Traits: cold, rude, depressed, lonely +Info: Use to be an outgoing young boy before an incident most people pushed aside after awhile, ever since said incident he’s looked himself away. He couldn’t care less for criminals. Arcana: Death

Role: Fighter What their rebelling against: being silenced Who’s shadow do they fight: a killer

Codename: Grim Mask: A pure black mask the covers the top hafe of the users face. Outfit: An oversized black sleeveless hooded shirt, a long torn black skirt that drags along the floor, no shoes. Weapon: Kusarigama (Long-ranged) | Scythe (close-ranged)

Persona: Dúlagar (death) Persona special move: Drop Dead (really small chance to one shot all enemies)

Name: Masami (成美) Hamasaki (浜崎) Gender: Female Age/Year: 28 during the events of the game | 29 Traits: protective, motherly, strict, intelligent  +Info: A strict teacher who usually doesn’t take crap from students, is the homeroom teacher for a third year class and teaches third year math. Arcana: Hierophant

Role: Support What their rebelling against: (I don't really know how to explain this? kinda limitations she have for being a teacher? like, don't hang out with your students outside of school, thats weird, don't get to personal with your students etc.) Who’s shadow do they fight: Their boss

Codename: Madre Mask: black mask the covers the top hafe of the users face, there's a white screen where red eyes show up Outfit: Black buttoned up long sleeved shirt, white trousers, red heels, a bright red tie and red gloves. Carries a red handbag filled with notes. Weapons: Throwing knives (long-rang) | Ruler (close-range)

Persona: Mama (Hierophant) Persona special effect: if a child (younger than 18) yells for help Mama will instinctively protect them from the next hit (makes it so the user can’t use Mama for a round). If the person is a first year or younger Mama will take a deadly hit for them (this will make it so the user can’t use mama for 4-6 rounds)

Name: Masahiko (正彦) Akiyama (秋山) Gender: Male Age/Year: 14 during the events of the game | 15 Traits: jumpy, shy, introverted, secretive. +Info: being the oldest out of his siblings his parents don’t pay him as much attention as they us to (he has 3 younger siblings, 1 younger half sibling and an adopted younger sibling) which has left him to become anit-social. Arcana: Strength

Role: Fighter What their rebelling against: Himself Who’s shadow do they fight: Bully

Codename: Lutadora Mask: A metal mask that covers the users face apart from their eyes. Outfit: Chainmail, different pieces of armour Weapon: Long bow (long-range) | Sword (short-range)

Persona: Guerriero (Strength) Persona special move: Charge (Guerriero charges full speed into the enemy. Lots of damage and chance of knocking them down, user wont be able to use Guerriero for one turn)

Name: Chihiro (千尋) Katou (加藤) Gender: Male Age/Year: 19 during the events of the game | 20 Traits: quite, loner, soft, determined +Info: A quite boy who did well in school who’s now helping out at a clinic (him being interested in science but mostly medication). He may be hesitant to talk and have a stutter, but he’s hell bent on helping people. Arcana: Moon

Role: Support (maps) What their rebelling against: others opinions

Codename: Seeker Mask: a silver mask that covers the outside of the users face, the rest of said mask is glass Outfit: a long white coat on top of a light grey buttoned up shirt, dark grey shorts and heeled black boots.

Persona: Ogen (Moon) Persona abilities: X-Ray (the users sees through walls to see if shadows are on the other side or not) | Examine (when reaching a new floor in mementoes, the users can examine the floor and inform the most likely levels and types of shadows you will find there.)

Name: Arata (新) Kurosawa (黒澤) Gender: male Age/Year: 17 during the events of the game | 18 Traits: keeps to himself, quite, polite, angry? +Info: he’s never seen without his best friend,  Arcana: Hanged man

Role: Fighter What their rebelling against: reality Who’s shadow do they fight: best friend

Codename: Seul Mask: A plain white mask that covers the users entire face Outfit: A black sleeveless turtle neck jumper, black trousers, black boots and black gloves. Weapon: darts (long-range) | knives (short-range)

Persona: Sospeso (hanged man) Persona special move: Sacrifice (the user takes decent damage to heal their teammates +ups their defence and attack) | Hang On A String (a small chance to almost one shot an enemy (leaving them on 1-10 health) the less overall health the enemy has, the higher chance of it working)

Name: Hayato (隼翔) Fujioka (藤岡) Gender: Male Age/Year: 16 during the events of the game | 17 Traits: Polite, friendly, kind, lonely +Info: A young boy that goes about his every day life with a smile on his face, just a kid that still has that childhood innocence. He does well in school and not many people hate him. Can’t really insult someone when all they do is ask if your alright and offer help. Arcana: Magician

and that took a day to type out. Holy crud. Now time to do the fanfic idea and then draw them-

#persona #persona 5 #oc #persona oc #5 #p5 #p5 oc

[aadics]

MEET ADELINA ROSALYN MONJE

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: adelina rosalyn monje PRONUNCIATION: add-ah-line-ah roe sah lynn mon-je MEANING: adelina ( noble ) rosalyn ( rose ) monje ( munk ) REASONING: adelina was her father’s mother’s name NICKNAME(S): adie, grandma adie PREFERRED NAME(S): adelina, adie, my love BIRTH DATE: july 18th,1997 AGE: twenty ZODIAC: cancer GENDER: female PRONOUNS: she/her ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heteroromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual NATIONALITY: american ETHNICITY: mexican CURRENT LOCATION: st. cloud, minnesota LIVING CONDITIONS: in a small house with flower bushes & a small path up to the front door, three bedrooms & somethings haven’t been touched, but dusted, since her father died. her house is beside felix, where their windows face one another. the rooms and overall aesthetic are quite clean & well-kept, because of adelina. TITLE(S): miss

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: st. cloud, minnesota HOMETOWN: st. cloud, minnesota SOCIAL CLASS: middle class EDUCATION LEVEL: college level FATHER: ernesto “ernie” monje MOTHER: paulina lopez SIBLING(S): clara ( half-sister ) BIRTH ORDER: adelina, clara CHILDREN: clara PET(S): homeless cats OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: not so much important but her step-mother, fiona PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: ARRESTS?: zero PRISON TIME?: zero

OCCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: her own SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: her own TERTIARY SOURCE(S) OF INCOME: her own APPROXIMATE AMOUNT PER YEAR: not as much as she works for CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: yes, she always tries to make the most of it PAST JOB(S): bookshop keeper, waitress & summertime counselor SPENDING HABITS: mostly towards clara’s needs MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: her necklace gifted from her father, that he bought from a pawn shop when she was only two. attached: a heart shaped locket with a picture adelina swears is her father & her & a cross on the same chain

SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: she’ll try her best before she asks for help OFFENSE: a step above her defense DEFENSE: weak SPEED: average, running the track in gym involved her jogging & tripping often INTELLIGENCE: quite advanced, beyond the years as they say ACCURACY: advanced, especially when it comes to depicting scenery in her photographs AGILITY: moderate average STAMINA: moderate average TEAMWORK: quite advanced, she shares input & listens as well. likes everyone to perform to their best ability & show their talents TALENTS: writing & photography, dabbling in baking SHORTCOMINGS: sports & her two left feet, naive to other’s opinions or standoffish to disappointing other’s LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: spanish, english & only simple french DRIVE?: yes JUMP-STAR A CAR?: she asks jackson, all the time CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: once again, jackson RIDE A BICYCLE?: yes, that’s what she uses back home with a wired basket SWIM?: yes, she actually learned at stillwater PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: not quite PLAY CHESS?: yes, secretly she was in chess club in high school BRAID HAIR?: adores it, need her to ? TIE A TIE?: double knot PICK A LOCK?: yes, don’t ask

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: cindy kimberly EYE COLOR: golden bronze HAIR COLOR: somewhere between chestnut & dark brown hair HAIR TYPE/STYLE: she had bangs, however, they’ve grown out & her hair, to her mid back in natural curls. on some days, she’ll pin it back to leave her shoulders freed or a high perched ponytail GLASSES/CONTACTS?: both glasses & contacts DOMINANT HAND: right HEIGHT: five foot three WEIGHT: one hundred & twenty pounds BUILD: ectomorph ( lean & delicate ) EXERCISE HABITS: what habits ? does it include nature walks ? SKIN TONE: medium with expectancy to tan TATTOOS: she has two. adelina was the sun out of the sun, moon & stars with lola & amy, it’s a little animation & located on the back of her arm above her elbow. the other was a collective group tattoo of a tree, with lola & amy, theo & jackson PEIRCINGS: her single ear piercings that were done with a lemon and sharp sewing needle by lola & amy at the age of ten MARKS/SCARS: indent below her left eyebrow from when she fell while rollerskating at age six NOTABLE FEATURES: USUAL EXPRESSION: beaming with a string tied smile, love in her eyes CLOTHING STYLE: denim, frill socks, blouses, sundresses, converse or barefoot JEWELRY: her locket, diamond earrings, pearls for dressing up & friendship bracelets galore ALLERGIES: zero BODY TEMPERATURE: normal DIET: inclined to sweet & salty, but overall, pretty healthy PHYSICAL AILMENTS: none to date

PSYCHOLOGY

JUNG TYPE: protagonist (enfj-t) ENNEAGRAM TYPE: type 2 MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic good TEMPERAMENT: empath ELEMENT: earth PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE: spatial intelligence APPROXIMATE IQ: 150 MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: anxiety, periods of deep depression SOCIABILITY: sociable according to the day, always ready to put a smile on someone’s face EMOTIONAL STABILITY: OBSESSION(S): insecurities COMPULSION(S): none to date PHOBIA(S): the dark, ferris wheels ADDICTION(S): none to date DRUG USE: zero ALCOHOL USE: sociabley PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: not at all

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: casual, a walking poem almost ACCENT: american but can quickly turn to a full, spanish one if required QUIRKS: using her hands when speaking, snapping her fingers, humming unknowingly, pretending to snap a picture in the air with no camera HOBBIES: photography, writing, reading, baking, traveling, capturing love HABITS: tracing, scrunching her nose, keeping her nails tidy & clean NERVOUS TICKS: twirling her air, chewing on pencil tips/pen caps,  DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: clara FEARS: fiona, being held back in st. cloud for the rest of eternity, never getting to dream again POSITIVE TRAITS: quixotic, tenderhearted, wondrous NEGATIVE TRAITS: canny, timid, intricate SENSE OF HUMOR: kind of like an elder’s sense of humor DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: very little CATCHPHRASE(S): “ain’t no mountain high enough !” or “oh bother !”

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: making someone smile & lasting memories ANIMAL: turtles BEVERAGE: fresh squeezed grapefruit juice BOOK: very hard question, but sense & sensibility by jane austen CELEBRITY: audrey hepburn COLOR: yellow DESIGNER: she doesn’t have a particular designer, as she shops often at thriftshops & those alike FOOD: butterscotch pudding FLOWER: carnations GEM: moganite HOLIDAY: valentine’s day MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: (x.) MOVIE: sound of music MUSICAL ARTIST: billie holiday or paul anka QUOTE/SAYING: “for beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.” . . . audrey hepburn SCENERY: a meadow of wild flowers SCENT: vanilla & lavender, the warm sun & fresh baked cookies or strawberries from picking SPORT: baseball SPORTS TEAM: la dodgers TELEVISION SHOW: the golden girls WEATHER: sunshine & not a cloud in the sky, summer showers with colorful skies VACATION DESTINATION: anywhere with clara & her friends, from a carnival to the coast of france

ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM: living on the coast of frace, traveling & being a director / photographer of independent films, later owning a bookshop / bakery with a family & homeless cats GREATEST FEAR: not following through with her dreams & never leaving st. cloud MOST AT EASE WHEN: she’s with friends & clara LEAST AT EASE WHEN: when she’s around fiona & her boyfriend WORST POSSIBLE THING THAT COULD HAPPEN: having clara taken from her life BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: graduating high school & getting a scholarship BIGGEST REGRET: not saying goodbye to her father MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: when that picture leaked of her across the student body BIGGEST SECRET: she has anxiety attacks & they’ve been progressively increasing TOP PRIORITIES: clara, friends, school

#stillwatertask:5 #- ̗̀ ★ ∙ 𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒋𝒆 : aesthetic.

[stonerkat96]

Bored so just gonna do em all lol

1: How tall or short do you wish you were? I love being tall but short girls are cute so really idk 
2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not) dragon 
3: Do you have a favorite clothing style? Uhhh, i wear like a bunch of different styles, so idk alternative maybe. 
4: What was your favorite video game growing up? Barbie as a little girl, there was this cool computer one, n then grand theft auto san Andrés lmao
5: What three things/people do you think of most each day: I hate this question, smoking, J, and what I'm gonna do with my life 6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say? Warning, always honey and like things to be very specific /always asks questions 7: What is your opinion on [insert person/thing here]? -----
8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic].... i don't mean to be bland but, what? 
9: Are you ticklish? No, and yes, sometimes ? 
10: Are you allergic to anything? Lol jalapeños, codeine and bees 
11: What’s your sexuality? Straight, a little bi curious also intimidated by females
12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa? Coffee or cocoa
13: Are you a cat or dog person? Both theres no in between 
14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson? Im already an elf, so there. 
15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber? I guess Jenna marbles i don't really you tube much 
16: How tall are you? 5'8
17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? I honestly don't even know 
18: How much do you weigh? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!]. 125 lb
19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits? 👻👻👻👻👻
20: Do you like space or the ocean more? The ocean 
21: Are you religious? Not really
22: Pet peeves? Silverware scratching together, inconsiderate people, people with no manners, bad drivers, dramatic people, preppy attitudes, 
23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]? Diurnal i love summer 
24: Favorite constellation? Gemini 
25: Favorite star? North star idk actually 
26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls? Yes and no 
27: Any phobias or fears? I fucking hate moths not so good with heights 
28: Do you think global warming is real? YES HOW IS THIS A QUESTION 
29: Do you believe in reincarnation? I have no idea 
30: Favorite movie? Oh god, the sound of music is what first comes to mind, I'm sure here many more. 
31: Do you get scared easily? Depends?? 
32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime? 9 
33: Blog rate? ------------
34: What is a color that calms you? Bluueee
35: Where would you like to travel and/or live? Canada, Germany. 
36: Where were you born? Vancouver Washington, usa 
37: What is your eye color? Hazel, brown 
38: Introvert or extrovert? Introvert that tries extroverting 
39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs? Yes lol
40: Hugs or kisses? Hugsss but lovee kisses
41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now? Too many to list 
42: Who is someone you love deeply? Alexander 
43: Any piercings you want? I want my septum back, wish i had to tits to pierce my toung n nipples. 
44: Do you like tattoos and piercings? Duuh 
45: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so? Ive smoked cigs but quit and i smoke hella kron
46: Talk about your crush, if you have one! 
47: What is a sound you really hate? Metal on metal metal on glass the sound of people yelling 
48: A sound you really love? Moans, rain, kitten mews 
49: Can you do a backflip? No :( 
50: Can you do the splits? No 👺
51: Favorite actor and/or actress? Ugh whats her face 
52: Favorite movie?.... really 
53: How are you feeling right now? Kinda dumb lol 
54: What color would you like your hair to be right now? Purple or blue 
55: When did you feel happiest? Omg i don't know uhhh 
56: Something that calms you down?food, bongs, sex, animals, hugs, 
57: Have any mental disorders? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!] no ? Not real ones lol 
58: What does your URL mean? Anchorite is someone who secludes themselves away due to religious reasoning and ailurophile is someone who loves cats so basically i seclude myself away for cats. Idk i was young when i made this. 
59: What three words describe you the most? Sweet, goofy, homebody 
60: Do you believe in evolution? 
61: What makes you unfollow a blog? User is extremely fake, out for the fame mostly 
62: What makes you follow a blog? Cute, energetic, stoners, artistic, relative content to what i post etc
63: Favorite kind of person: happy kind funny energetic out going but not too popular 
64: Favorite animal(s): turtles cats dogs 
65: Name three of your favorite blogs. @northernmanhood is the only dirty blog i like lmao then @brianna-n-s and @littlewriterman But honestly i have loads of favorite blogs 66: Favorite emoticon:❤️😘🌷😊
67: Favorite meme:i don't have one 😋
68: What is your MBTI personality type?what ???? 
69: What is your star sign? Gemini 
70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog? Yes but shes getting old
71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most?leggings and a t shirt for comfort and in the summer shorts and belly shirts 
72: Post a selfie or two? I have posted many selfies
73: Do you have platform shoes? No I'm tall enough don't wear heels 
74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself? I was born missing half my ear and a bine, causing me too be deaf until i was 7 and had a procedure done :) 
75: Can you do a front flip? Yes on a trampoline but i cant land it lol 
76: Do you like birds? If there far away and i cant hear them lol 
77: Do you like to swim? I love to swim 
78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you? Swimming for sure
79: Something you wish didn’t exist: depression 
80: Some thing you wish did exist: fair healthcare in the usa 
81: Piercings you have? None rn
82: Something you really enjoy doing: hiking, smoking, playing video games. 
83: Favorite person to talk to: my best friend mariah 
84: What was your first impression of Tumblr? Must have lol
85: How many followers do you have? Like 350
86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes? I doubt i could run a mile 
87: Do your socks always match? No lol 
88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely? I mean you're not supposed to lock you knees but yes 
89: What are your birthstones? Pearl and alexandrite 
90: If you were an animal, which one would you be? A black cougar 
91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be? A tulip 
92: A store you hate? Walmart 
93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day? Uh idk ive never tested it but usually one or two 
94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds? Fly, reading minds would be destructive 
95: Do you like to wear camo? Not a hunter so no 
96: Winter or summer? Summmmmeeerrrrr
97: How long can you hold your breath for?1 minute lol baby lungs 
98: Least favorite person? Lets not go there 
99: Someone you look up to: i cNt think of anyone
100: A store you love? H&m lol
101: Favorite type of shoes boots
102: Where do you live? Oregon
103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why? Nope 
104: What is your favorite mineral or gem? Amethyst or blue sapphire 
105: Do you drink milk? I loove milk 
106: Do you like bugs? No what who likes bugs lol 
107: Do you like spiders? Really no lol
108: Something you get paranoid about? Police! Not being attractive to my partner 
109: Can you draw: yeah i can 
110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked? This question 
111: A question you hate being asked? Do you have a job 
112: Ever been bitten by a spider? If you haven't you're one lucky bitch 
113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach? Absolutely love
114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days? Sunny. I love clouds. 
115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now: j. Alex
116: Favorite cloud type: rain cloud ☁️ in the sunset 
117: What color do you wish the sky was? The color it is 
118: Do you have freckles? No
119: Favorite thing about a person: personality 
120: Fruits or vegetables? Fruits
121: Something you want to do right now: go to the beach 
122: Is the ocean or sky prettier? Damn good question. The sky 
123: Sweet or sour foods? Sweet 
124: Bright or dim lights? In between 
125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature?unicorns!!! Lol jk
126: Something you hate about Tumblr: blogs that reblog your pictures with nasty captions, and you cant report posts 
127: Something you love about Tumblr: the posts 
128: What do you think about the least? Lol 
129: What would you want written on your tombstone? Lazybonez
130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now? No one atm
131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself? My face 
132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures? Sometimes
133: Computer or TV? Computer
134: Do you like roller coasters? Yesss
135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness? Nopeers
136: Are your ears lobed or attached? Lobed??? 
137: Do you believe in karma? Sometimes
138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are? 6
139: What nicknames do you have/have had? Sunny. Bug, kyrie, ky ky. Ky kyie 
140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends? Lol I used to 
141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink? Therapist in HS
142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others? Both just depends on my mood lol 
143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help? Giving 
144: What makes you angry RUDE PEOPLE 
145: How many languages do you speak fluently? 1 
146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries?booysss
147: Are you androgynous?what 
148: Favorite physical thing about yourself: my stomach 
149: Favorite thing about your personality: im a nice person
150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person. J. Gentry, rachel
151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose? Does skyrim time count ??? Medieval lol 
152: Do you like BuzzFeed? Sometimes 
153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.] meet me online lmao
154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons? Yes of corse 
155: Do you like to play with others’ hair? I like to play with his but he doesn't like it lol
156: What embarrasses you? Not really gonna put that here.. 
157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious: being unwanted, money, family sickness 
158: Biggest lie you have ever told: :( 
159: How many people are you following? 1,500 or something i think 
160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)? 4k prob 
161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)? 4
162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)?uhh i haven't looked 
163: Last time you cried and why: yesterday because my bf snapped at me lmao 
164: Do you have long or short hair? Medium 
165: Longest your hair has ever been: too my butt 
166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religon? Dislike, controls the mind 
167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created? Yes and no 
168: Do you like to wear makeup? Yes and no lol haha 
169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds? No :( 
170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully? Yes

#bored #questionaire #about me #lol #me

[thelostandforgottenangel]

I Prayed For You

@fyreball66​ @bloody-dark-shells03​ @lonelyheart-clubband​ @betelgeusessonajblog​ @midnightrebel669​ @wowhecute @ravn-87​ @leetah2999​ 

ENJOY LOVELIES!!!

After being with the hot-headed turtle for a few years you have learned to put up with a lot sometimes more than you probably should have but it was all good because in your heart you truly loved him more than life could ever understand

Which is why it was all that more surprising the day you were walking around the lair singing to a song that made you think of him you didn’t have the voice of a superstar but everyone who had ever gotten the chance to hear it always commented on the beautiful melody you could create with every single lyric no matter the song

But the truth was the only people who had ever heard you were your mutant friends and Raphael

Around your massive boyfriend you always felt confident because whenever you were going on with a tune the smile on his face always encouraged you to continue but today you could pick up on his aggravation and when he snapped at you for singing it shocked you more than you were willing to admit. Even more shocking was he didn’t stop with a single insult he went on a full rant of how you were driving him up a wall with your annoying voice and how much he hated the song you were singing

It went on so long that your normal calm demeanor vanished and you were suddenly in his face lashing him violently with your tongue both of you on the edge with your tempers before you finally just back down as he growled but your final words we’re all that was left as you stormed out of his home and told him it was over

Days had gone by and you had went to stay with a few friends to get some space knowing he would be at your place and by the end of the week you finally decided to return home still as angry as the day you left

To no surprise when you entered the home it was clean to perfection not a single thing out of place other then there was a vase of your favorite flowers with a single rose mixed in on the counter with a note; him begging you to forgive him and asking you to call when you finally came home. Looking at the note once more it was crumpled between your fingers and dropped in the wastebasket without another thought as you hid the flowers in the kitchen so you didn’t have to look at them

You were still hurt by his words but also how somebody you could love so deeply and look past many of his downfalls could be so judgmental of something that helped you make it through the day

Especially when he was too busy to pay you any mind

With your home clean and nothing left for you to do you walked to your bedroom and fell out on the bed with a defeated sigh tears already welling up in your still bloodshot eyes

You had gone to your friends to get away but sleep was lost to the hours as you really considered everything that had happened, it didn’t help that your friend while attempting to comfort had continued to grill you on just talking to him but she didn’t know all the facts much less the real underlying problem

This was your normal.

On the case of having a mutant turtle as a boyfriend to you he was every bit of normal but his temper and the way he spoke to you although most of the time when he treated you like the most priceless gem it was usually after he exploded or said something he later regretted

Why did that have to be your normal

You must have dosed off because when you came to it was dark and you could hear somebody rustling around in the living room. You would have been worried someone had broken in if it wasn’t for the fact that you could hear somebody closing the front window meaning you knew exactly who it was

Shuffling out of your bed you headed down the hallway silently finding much like your bedroom the whole place was dark heading the light switch bathing the room in a bright white startling the large male standing in the center of the room as he spun around to look at the woman standing stiffly with her arms crossed

“What are you doing here Raph” he started to come towards you but your foot shifting back made him stop as he stared at you see you were still very upset “Look- I need you to leave I’m too tired to deal with this right now”

“Wait- look baby ’m sorry! I didn’t mean it- you have a beautiful voice I was just having a shitty day…”

Your body tensed as you looked at him so hurt “Of course you didn’t mean it… You were just having a bad day you never mean to say something but somehow you always say it again!” His gold eyes came up as every ounce of will left not only her limbs but her tear filled eyes for the first time in his life seeing a cold expression from the woman he loved “Raph I - I can’t keep doing this… I miss that guy that told me I was worth the world… I miss the Raph that used to swoon at my smallest actions- all my annoying habits he loved when we first met that made my guy smile” his eyes grew red from the tears he wasn’t fighting as he physically saw her giving up in front of him tears soaking her cheeks “It’s over-”

~ ~ ~

“No wait please baby jus- hear me out ‘m beggin ya” he grabbed her hand holding it just tight enough to keep her from pulling out of his grasp as he stepped closer unsure how he was going to make her listen but the next time his mouth opened his deep voice was barely a whisper “I've never been one ta ask fer help…. If I need a mountain moved I move it m’self” she stopped pulling as the words resonated around her as he tried to remember the words from the song he had been playing on repeat since the night she had left; listening to a cover that didn’t hold a candle to her sweet tone that he found he had missed and he was trying his damndest to tell her but he knew he was butchering it bad seeing the way she was tensing up.

He couldn’t see her so he gently pulled her around finding her silently sobbing tears rolling down her face as tried his best to keep her from walking away “Fer ya ta love me like ya do those graceful eyes to see me through, a smile that steals me, a heart that heals me-” her small hand landing on his cheek made him press his face into her grasp nuzzling at the soft caress he had been dying to feel “A touch that kills me too…”

“Raphie…” tears were pouring down her flushed cheeks with every word wanting to tell him to stop but couldn’t work up the words

“Baby your perfect an I shoulda known it” his words were nothing but a soft whisper yet his tone was as rough as ever just needing her to look at him and understand how sorry he was for blowing up on her for what he swore would be the last time, almost losing her was the last straw he didn’t care if he had to run out in the middle of a one sided argument and beat the daylights out of a brick wall he would never make her feel like that ever again “Every single day, fore I knew yer name I couldn't see yer face, but I prayed for ya… Every heartbreak trail when all m’ hope failed, On the highway to hell… Every tail light fade in the goodbye rain - I kept m’ faith like … Somebody said 'm supposed ta” that got a smile as small as it was he instantly felt the rise in his chest knowing he was getting through to her pulling her closer as her body shook when he kept going – he took it as she was going to cry again because instantly more tears were streaming down her face trying so hard to cover her need to laugh at him but the smile was unmistakable “Girl even today I prayed fer ya-”

He pulled her close taking a chance kissing her softly just to see if she wouldn’t push him away but instantly she was kissing him back hugging him as he let out a relieved sob once she was in his arms before she cupped his face as he leaned heavily on her apologizing wholeheartedly before she had his hand in hers pulling him to her room and on the bed, he was fast to curl around her holding her before her soft sweet voice found his ears

“I prayed for you”

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt raphael #Female reader #tmnt 2014/2016 #Raphael x Female #angst #depressing #song inspired

[thelostandforgottenangel]

Perfect Valentine’s Day

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

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

Song: Perfect - Ed Sheeran 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was missing him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was such a nerd!

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

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

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

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

“No… Please Donnie – keep going…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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