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mugimugitmnt · 3 years

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No worries. :) And thank you so much! :D Would it be alright if I asked for the Bayverse boys sharing their very first kiss with a female S/O, please? Headcanon or one-shots style, completely your choice. Bonus if they're super awkward and funny cause of their inexperience but if that's not your cup of tea, can be however. ;) Thanks so very much. :D

Very first kiss! (BayVerse)

I really tried to make some of these funny but I couldn’t hold back the cute moments lol hope you like!!

Fem & g/n reader

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Leonardo

Leo made his way into the living room portion of the lair, straighten up when he saw your sitting on the couch, your back to him.

“Hey, what’re you up to,” you felt Leo’s broad presence behind you, “what book is that?”

“Just some book I picked up at a yard sale. Look. The owner wrote notes.” Your fingers traced over the tiny letters written in pencil. Leo leaned over the couch you sat on, smiling knowingly to himself. He too is a fan of the practice of marginalia.

But Leo eyes quickly drifted to the tips of your fingers, the soft pink skin and neatly filed nails. He eyed the bracelet around your wrist, taking advantage of this calm moment you were distracted reading to take in the finer details he never got close enough to see.

You turned the page, the crinkle of the paper making Leo turn back to the book, leaning closer, his head over your shoulder. You felt the rising warmth in your face, he was so /close/. You could feel his gentle breathing on the hairs around your ear.

“Look at that one,” Leo pointed to a small note at the bottom of the new page. It was a heart with a little arrow going through it, two initials with a plus sign in the middle, with the date under it- 06.18.1988

The both of you smiled, and you couldn’t help but wonder if this was the marking of a now older couple.

You turned to look at Leo, only to go wide eyed when you realized his head was already turned towards you.

Faces inches apart, Leo sucked in his breath before pressing his lips onto yours. Frozen for a few moments, your hand slowly came up to cradle his cheek, smiling softly as you felt him melt onto your palm.

You were still, non moving, eyes lightly shut as Leo pulled away, a soft pop sounding from where his lips felt yours.

“Sorry,” Leo mumbled.

“No no... I liked it,” Your hand fell back onto the couch, patting the spot next to you, “sit with me?”

“Yeah, just...just gimme a minute.” Leo nodded, releasing a shaky breath, he didn’t want you to see how weak and shaky you had left his knees.

Raphael

“Raaaph,” you dragged out your words in annoyance, “ I’m so bored!”

You lay flat on the floor next to weight bench, pulling on the hanging red bandana tails that swayed with every bench press Raph did.

Raph grunted, pushing the heavy bar upwards, “then do sumthing.”

“Oh geez yeah that helped,” you rolled your eyes, knowing Raph couldn’t see your face. You watched him do his bench sets, the sweat rolling down in beads around his forehead and forearms. He was steady with it, a smooth up and down motion, his rough breathing and the slight brushing of the manholes as weights brushing against each other sounded through the room.

You sat up, running your fingers through your hair, a stupid, stupid idea making it’s turn through your mind. Maybe not so stupid, but dumb nonetheless.

You crawled over to where Raph continued to lift his weights. Popping up behind him, you leaned over him, hands on either side of his face, in a sideways Spider-Man kiss, daring to swipe your tongue across the underside of his top lip.

You continued to nimbly lick and tease his lips in kisses, until you heard the manhole weight covers jiggling profusely. You jerked your head back as Raphs arms began to shake like a newborn deer.

“Oh fuck... help,” Raph hissed, he could already hear Leo scolding him for not having a spotter. But how was he supposed to stay collected after /that!/

His hands were sweaty and his dirty little brain was firing signals to the wrong head.

You grabbed the bar with both hands, as if that would do anything. Only in your wildest dreams would you have the strength to help Raph lift literally 50 manhole covers.

“Leo! Donnie! HELP!”

Donatello

“Cereal is a soup,” you said, twirling in the desk chair next to Donnie. He momentarily stopped the tiny welding job infront of him, pulling his goggles to the top of his head.

“No,” he scoffed, “I dare say it’s not.”

You pursed your lips as to not laugh, “yeah you’re right. It’s actually a salad. Milk is the dressing.”

“I’m going to throw this battery at you if you don’t sto-“

“Pop tarts are ravioli.” You smiled smugly, watching his face go through the five stages is grief.

“Now that’s just disrespectful!” Donnie stood from his chair, and you kicked back bursting into a laugh as he made his way towards you.

“Corn dogs are just meat twinkies!” You shouted, knowing full well your plan to distract him from his tedious work had been successful.

He grabbed your flailing foot, pulling you and your chair closer to him.

“Coconuts are eggs!”

“Oh my god please no” Donnie and you began to mock fight each other, landing childish hits on each other’s arms, and before either of you could notice, your faces were inches apart.

You smiled upon seeing how close you were, and he gave back that a lopsided grin.

He leaned forward, capturing your bottom lip between his.

He pulled back, your face a bright pink, and you could swear Donnie was red in the face too.

“That pop tart one was messed up,” Donnie stated, the both of you giggling.

Michelangelo

You strolled happily into the lair, a box of cupcakes in hand as you head towards Mikeys room. No way you were sharing with the others, sorry guys.

You didn’t bother knocking as you pushed Mikeys door open, kicking it closed behind you.

“Hey Mikey!” You plopped yourself next to him on his bed. He didn’t budge from his spot under the blankets. You nudged him, taking out a cupcake and peeling the paper off the sides.

You pulled back the covers off Mikeys head, /he’s such a heavy sleeper/ you thought.

You pushed the cupcake up against his snout, “I brought cupcaaaakes,” you whispered, grinning widely as Mikey began to stir, his eyes lazily trying to pry themselves open.

“Mmmm... that’s awesome dudette,” Mikey reached up to grab the cupcake, but you quickly pulled it away.

He flipped over, sitting up to match you now, watching in fake horror as you bit into the cupcake, “what? I didn’t say it was for you,” you stifled a laugh as Mikey threw himself back on the bed.

“My trust. Gone. All in that one bite of cupcake!” Mikey threw a fake tantrum on the bed, taking a second to peek at you to see if you were laughing.

You shook your head chuckling, grabbing Mikey his own cupcake. He gasped, sitting next to you accepting the cupcake.

“Cheers,” you click your cupcakes together.

Between the two of you, you managed to finish the box of a dozen cupcakes.

“I think I’m gonna go into a sugar coma,” you burped, which Mikey took as a challenge and burped back louder.

You and Mikey broke into fits of giggles, the butterfly’s in your stomach and the sugar in your system making you feel lighter with warmth.

Mikey eyed you, enjoying how you snorted sometimes when you laughed, wiping extra frosting from your chin.

“Hey, can I kiss you?” Mikey said simply.

Your laughed softly faded as you beamed at Mikey, nodding in agreement.

Mikey scooted closer to you, taking your face into both big hands. His baby blue eyes scanning through your face, you couldn’t hold in the excited giggles from the nerves and neither could he.

He took in a deep breath before pressing his face against yours, you didn’t have a chance to kiss back before he blew all the air in his lungs into your mouth.

You reared your head back, feeling your nose burn from the air pushing through it. You fell into a coughing fit, Mikey holding onto your shoulders, “y/n! Oh dude I’m sorry I-“

You held your hand up, wiping a tiny tear from your eye. You tried giving him a reassuring smile, “no it’s fine,” you finally composed yourself, “how about we try again?”

Mikey gave you that goofy kid smile, before the both of you leaned into each other for a soft, sugary kiss.

#oc x tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2016 #bayverse turtles #tmnt raph x reader #tmntsmut #tmnt donnie #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt mikey #tmnt 2016

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remmushound · 3 years

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Beyond the bay chapter 2: Uninvited Visitor

Back at the lair, Leo and Raph couldn’t help but be anxious. It was six. The sun was rising, the city was waking. The shadows that hid them in the night were fading fast, and still there were no signs of Donnie or Mikey. Leo had given them the hour to get their pictures and get back, but it had been almost twice that without word. Raph had suggested calling them but was quickly shut down by Leo; if their brothers happened to be in a position where stealth was mandatory, such an action could easily doom their brothers to being spotted. All they could do was wait.

Simply sitting around and waiting in the living room with his father and brother quickly proved too irksome for Raph to handle. He needed to be moving, doing something to keep his mind occupied and away from the infuriating worry of Donnie and, most importantly, Mikey. Without a word, he dismissed himself from his father and older brother in favor of busying himself with other matters— like getting himself ready for bed.

The red toothbrush was his; the whole color-coding fiasco, as childish as it had grown to be, was useful in keeping his and his brothers’ stuff from getting mixed up. If they hadn’t had been marked with the distinctive bright colors, Raph was sure than one or all of his brothers would have absently selected the wrong toothbrush in their rush to get the nightly routine over with.

Raph started to clean his teeth. Then he gave a curious growl as his arm was ticked with a faint breeze. Wind was very rare this deep in the sewer, and Raph doubted that the old rat or steadfast fearless leader would be rushing enough to be creating a breeze. What then…?

Raph’s attention was drawn beside him, to the closed shower curtain; it seemed it too had caught the breeze, as it was swaying just barely, rings clanking together. Raph put one hand on his sai as he cleared the distance to the tub with a single, long stride. A flash of green had him slamming the curtains open to reveal an empty bathtub.

Raph huffed, his lips curling up to flash canines as he shook his head. There was a slam, and several solid thud-like footsteps that faded away faster than Raph could turn around. The door was closed now, and in the process of bouncing back open.

“Oh hell no!” Raph slammed the door open completely with his shoulder, both hands planted firmly on his sai as he ran back down the hall. “No demon getting my ass today! LEO!”

“What?” Leo’s tone was sharper than he had intended, irritation so strong that it leaked out into the very words he spoke. Then, like it was popped with a needle, the storm clouds of worry poofing away at the sight of Raph, suds overflowing his mouth and toothbrush still hanging out of his lips. “Hey, hey— what’s up?”

“There was a damn demon in the bathroom!”

“What?” Leo narrowed his eyes slowly.

Splinter left Leo’s side in favor of venturing to the second son, raising a hand to stroke the bowed Raph’s cheek with a gentle paw.

The lair was then filled with an alarm of incoming. Leo swore under his breath so his father couldn’t hear as he backed up and prepared for a dash to the weapon room. The voice that came down the tunnel seconds later was one familiar to him.

“Leo!” Donnie came around the corner just as Leo registered his brother's voice. “Leo Leo Leo Leo Leo—“

Donnie shuffled down the tunnel as quickly as he dared risk with the precious cargo in his arms. Six hundred pounds of dead weight was never easy to carry, and several times his footing had started to slip as he descended the sloping entrance. Raph and Leo were there quickly to take the burden off of their brother, Raph taking on the brunt of Mikey’s weight while Leo split his attention between both Mikey and Donnie. The worried father followed quickly, whiskers tickling Mikey’s neck while he weaved to avoid getting under his sons’ feet.

“What happened?” Leo demanded; he was supporting Mikey’s head while the groggy younger turtle tried to swipe him away, muttering some incoherence.

“I don’t know. We were taking pictures and he just shut down. He’s— he’s conscious but— but I don’t know.”

But Donnie did know. At least, he was almost sure he knew. The muscle spasm, the slurred speech, dazed look. The way Mikey was staring and the way he slumped and almost fell off of the roof. Donnie had a theory that clutched him like a cold claw but he knew better than to voice it until it was no longer just a theory, but a proven reality. They made it to the needle room. With Leo’s gentle guidance, he and Raph put Mikey down on the bed while Donnie scrambled to grab all the supplies he needed.

“Mm…” Mikey winced as Donnie held his eyelids open to assess the pupils. Mikey tried to pull away, his arm tensing as he made an attempt to lift it and further resist the exam, but it refused to listen. “Heavy…”

“I know Mike…” Donnie soothed gently, then quickly leaned over to Raph, “Keep him still if you can.”

Raph nodded and put his hands gently on Mikey’s shoulders, leaning in just enough weight to keep Mikey still while Donnie examined the right arm, massaging deft fingers across it. Mikey yelled and tried to sit up, but Raph was there to correct the attempt. He shushed his baby brother gently and leaned his head down to press his forehead to Mikey’s. After a moment, Mikey pressed back and gave a cluck of gratitude. Donne finished up his exam.

“How is he?” Splinter asked, looking up to his purple-clad son. In the black of the rat's eyes reflected worry for his youngest; he took Mikey’s hand in his own and kissed it to let Mikey know he was there. Mikey giggled and squeezed his father's hand in turn.

“He’s awake— that, that’s good right?” Leo asked urgently.

Donnie took a sharp breath through his nose. He opened his mouth to say something, then shook his head and let out an exasperated breath.

“Raph— could you get Mikey some water? He’s probably really thirsty.”

“O-oh— yeah.” Despite his agreement, Raph didn't immediately move away. He kept his head pressed against Mikey’s for several seconds longer before a touch on his shoulder made him naturally look up to acknowledge the second presence.

No words were exchanged between Donnie or Raph, the details in their eyes telling the other brother everything they needed to know. Donnie gave a soft chuff, but that was all. Raph left without looking back, because he knew if he did look back, he wouldn’t be able to leave. Get to the kitchen, get lemon water, and get back. That was his task and he repeated it multiple times over in his head before he had even reached the kitchen.

Tap water would be just fine, right? He had already filled up the glass before he shook his head and dumped out the glass. No, his brother deserved better. The water filter was broken yet again as another example of the ‘machines hating Leo’ situation that was a constant in their life. First it was the toaster, and now it was like almost every kitchen appliance fearless touched rejected him. He was still adamant that Donnie must have programmed it to always happen. Raph laughed and shook his head as various examples of the struggle between turtle and machine came to his mind. A bottled water would do just fine. He poured half of it into a dense mug, then added ice because he knew how Mikey loved the crunch. He got the lemons last; this was his kitchen, his space, so he knew exactly where to find the fruit and the knife appropriate to cut with.

Raph added half of the slices; instead of just throwing the other half of the sour fruit away, he simply tossed it into his mouth and ate it whole. Bitter as it was, food was still food, and he refused to waste one bit of it. Another rush of wind tickled Raph’s carapace, but to the turtle it was like being hit with a brick. Especially when he saw the specter appear behind him, hurrying past the kitchen door with a steady clank clank clank of heavy footsteps. Raph swore loudly, rushing to place the water on the counter and free his hands up to grab his sai. Whatever that thing was, no way it could be left wandering the lair with his little brother hurt! Not if he had anything to say about it, and he did.

He pursued the distant steps, his strides long enough to close the distance in enough time to see the curtains that sectioned off Donnie’s lab flutter.

“Got you now you little—” Raph yanked the curtains open, flashing his weapons in a threat against—!

Nothing. There was nothing there. There was no spot in Donnie’s lab that could hide anyone of any significant size, but maybe if the intruder was small…? That was the only explanation because Donnie’s lab was tucked into a corner and there would have been no way for the stranger to escape without Raph seeing him. Raph started to look in every nook and cranny that held the possibility of hiding someone. Under desks, behind machines, behind the monitors. Whatever it was had disappeared into thin air! Or maybe…

Raph found his eyes drifting to a particular artifact on Donnie’s shelf; an M-shaped medallion with a cross through the middle of it, glistening gold and orange. A fiberglass casing protected the special gift from their counterparts that they had yet to use. The past two years had been very eventful, and it was with a heavy sigh Raph realized that, with all the visits their counterparts had made to see them, they had yet to return the favor and visit the other world. Even after going so long without a visit from their other selves, Leo had still denied every request to visit them instead. Raph felt a weight in his throat. He missed his friends, and he hoped they were okay. It had been six months with no word from them…

“Raph?” Leo’s sharp words cut through Raph’s somber thoughts. Raph looked over his shoulder to see Leo come into the lab, nostrils flaring his frustration as he confronted his brother. “What are you doing in here?”

“I… I was just…” Raph didn't know how to explain it, so his words fell short. He half-motioned over to the pendant gift, and then around at the lab.

Leo sighed and shook his head. “You were supposed to be getting water for Mikey. Come on.”

Raph wanted to think of a snarky remark, but nothing came to mind as he followed Leo out of the lab.

#a demon huh?#who could it be one wonders~#I know of course #but you don’t #huehuehuehue #bayverse turtles #bay/rise crossover #bay/rise #rottmnt #bayverse leo #bayverse raph #bayverse donnie #bayverse mikey #rise mikey #rise leo #rise donnie #rise raph

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aurora-the-kunoichi · 3 years

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The Forgotten - Part Four Temptation

Part four of my self indulgent smut and angst filled fic.

SMUT SMUT SMUT (I know why you’re here)

In it’s entirety

She could see Donnie; plain as fucking day but behind what seemed like a blue portal in flux. The light was in the middle of a giant arch, something the genius had been working on for years but was unable to get powered up. He had told her it was supposed to be a window between dimensions or possibly more. Leo had hoped it would be an easier way to move from Earth to the battle nexus and visiting Usagi but when the war had started it was abandoned for more important issues.

It was like looking at an old tube television that didn’t have the best reception. The rolling lines of static rolled up the portal skewing her view of him occasionally but there was no doubt, it was her beautiful nerd.

She could see most of his body and he was typing away at a tablet in his hand. His goggles that sat upon his bald crown were smaller yet looked more advanced but that purple mask was still wrapped around his skull. Her feet moved before her mind caught up with them racing towards the gorgeous sight of the tall genius. “Don!”

His head snapped up at her voice “Aurora!” Don’s voice was muffled like static, distant but she heard him. God he looked beautiful and most importantly alive!

The view of the tall terrapin in the vortex suddenly became unstable swirling violently around him. Shrinking and growing with each pop of energy, like it was threatening to sever the connection at any moment. Aurora hurried to cross the large lab but the closer she got to it, the smaller the portal seemed. It was going away; she was going to lose him again!

“Damnit!” She heard him growl looking down at the tablet that was now out of sight. “It’s still not right.” His brown eyes rose in sheer panic locked in on his advancing kunoichi. Donatello’s green arm pushed through the closing vortex outstretched for contact. “Aurora!”

“No! Donnie!” She reached his hand just in time grasping it tightly reveling in the feeling of his three fingered appendage, he was warm and real. “Where are you?” she was nearly sobbing now as the portal shrunk further leaving only his shoulders and head visible. Her grip tightened on his hand ready to yank his tall ass through the opening. But then the warm flesh in her hand began to disappear, fazing in and out of solid matter much to her horror. No, she didn’t want to me alone anymore…..

“Auo….r…a……I’m …st……tryi…….to get…….back.” his voice was breaking up along with the view of him.

“No, no, no Donnie please I need you!”

“My….broth…..I mis……..Aur...love………” Then the portal snapped and fizzled loudly before shutting down with a bang taking Donatello with it.

The lab sank into darkness once again as the arch powered down. He was right there; she was touching him…..after 3 years Aurora had Donatello within her grasp. The crushing realization he was gone again brought Aurora to her knees. The cement floor was unforgiving but that pain didn’t matter. Her hands lifted to her nose and took a good pull finding his scent there, faint but it was there. She pressed the palms of her hands to her face trying not to cry, this wasn’t a bad thing, she had to remind herself. They thought he was dead; the idea of Donnie abandoning them was too incomprehensible to entertain so the other options were terrifying. Or maybe he was locked away in Bishop’s keep doing work for him against his will, the one they could never find. But now, now it was clear he had been transported someplace, someplace he was trying to return from. He was trying to get back; she had to hold onto that, it was all she had.

Slowly she got her to feet, the resistance needed to know this. Maybe there was something they could do. Casey, April and Aurora could bring the arch back to head quarters and see if they could get it back open, find the last location of the transmission?

Aurora began closing the Lair back down prepping for its extended hibernation. One last look at their bed she flicked off the light and made her way back up into streets of New York. April and Casey would be happy to know Donatello was alive and it would give the resistance new hope. It gave her hope.

She kept to the roofs avoiding prying eyes from the streets. The way home was straight forward but still on high alert Aurora took a few extra turns to make sure she wasn’t being followed, even sitting in the shadows of a billboard to keep an eye on the horizon. There was no telling how persistence Raphael was in this state.

When she deemed it safe to return to base Aurora slipped into the abandoned warehouse by the Hudson keeping to the shadows. Moving past the old canning machinery and empty shattered crates the blonde made it to the secret door to the resistance’s base.

As she reached the main level Aurora was greeted by April and Casey who looked like they had just returned their selves hands filled with boxes. April turned and let out a long breath seeing her friend returned safely.

Casey set down the two boxes he had been carrying and greeted the kunoichi with a hug. “You ran into him? How’d the asshole look?”

“He’s looking healthy and still a horny shit as usual.” Aurora moved to the boxes he had been carrying and peered into them finding canned goods and a small stash of ammunition. “Even under Bishop’s control he still has sex on the brain. I think his memories were trying to break through though. Raph remembered the game him and Leo used to play.”

“Who marked you first right?” April chuckled handing off her extra weapon to the armory for safe keeping. “They were relentless weren’t they? I don’t’ know how you accommodated them every morning. You were lucky Mike and Don didn’t get into that.”

“Yeah...” Casey chimed in handing off his gun as well. “They would have put you in a wheelchair for sure. They were in rut most of the time I can’t imagine four of them vying for the first fuck every morning. You’d never leave bed.”

“They weren’t that bad…”

“Commanders!” a voice shouted from down the hall. A young soldier came into view hauling ass as he ran to his superiors. His wide toothy grin was evident he had good news or at least thought he did. “We have one!”

“You have one what?” Casey looked to April confused.

“One of the turtles! We caught one! We wanted to surprise you.”

All at once Aurora, Casey and April stopped breathing turning to each other in shock. This was not happening, what had they done?

April swallowed hard moving towards the eager young man, “Which one?”

“From what I’ve been told, Leonardo.”

With the mention of his name the room began to spin. Aurora’s heart hammered into her chest making it hard to breath. This wasn’t happening. She pushed past April and gripped the man’s shoulders squeezing maybe a little too hard with her growing unease. “Please tell me you didn’t bring him here.”

The man’s face paled instantly mouth opening to speak but nothing came forth. His silence was all the answer they needed.

“Fuck.” Casey moved back to the armory and called for his gun again. “That’s it, we’re fucked you god damn morons.”

“You fucking idiot.” Aurora growled pulling the inexperienced solider closer; she was ready to rip his head off his shoulders. “You did NOT catch Leonardo!” It was suddenly hot in the large hallway. Why was it so fucking hot? “This was planned, Leonardo allowed you to catch him. Now he’s in the base compromising our position putting everyone here in danger. Please tell me you at least blindfolded him? Tell me you at least did that?”

“Oh yes! We put Greg’s sound canceling headphones over his ears blasting his shitty music. Wrapped his eyes in black gauze and put a thick black hood over his head. He has no idea where we are.”

“At least you had the sense to do that. But it might not be enough. Where is he?” April grunted in frustration resting her forehead on Casey’s shoulder.

The soldier’s enthusiasm had dwindled with the curt scolding from his three superiors and now as he brought them to their willing captive the man’s head hung with embarrassment.

As they moved towards the base’s center, where the lethal mutant was being held Aurora’s mind began to fill with anxiety. This is what he wanted; you don’t capture Leo unless he wants you too. He was a ninja master, taught by the very best and an efficient escape artist and a strategist, he was simply perfection. It was the very reasons Bishop coveted him and his brothers. In the wrong hands they were the prefect weapon, skilled killing machines that disappear into the shadows before you even knew you lost. This would not end well.

Rounding the corner Aurora caught sight of him right away. Green taut skin stretch over mountains of muscle, thick arms and legs bound to the table in the integration room. His vision was still restricted but as soon as Aurora entered into the room Leo’s head turned towards her and she could see the fabric concave as he took in the air.

“There you are.” His smooth voice purred through the fabric going straight to the center of her soul. She was in trouble and there was no denying her body still remembered him, craved him, just the deep vibrato of his vocal chords sent her body into overdrive.

Leo’s head followed Aurora as she moved around the table taking in his bound form. She watched his muscles flex and bunch as the terrapin tested his binds, calculating his options. The urge to touch the green scales of his arms was tempting, he was restrained but it was only a matter of time before he broke loose and reeked havoc on the good people here. She needed to prevent the bloodshed but how?

April broke the bitter silence first her voice rising with her anger for their disregard of protocol. “How could you idiots bring him here without consulting us first? Especially Leonardo!”

“We thought you’d be happy April. You too Aurora…..especially you…..We’ve been trying to get them back for years.” One solider stated as he stepped forward, the look on his face was of confusion but he had no idea what they brought down on their home. “He attacked us on our supply run and all of us were able to overpower him.”

“Yes we want them back but not still under Bishop’s influence!” Casey came in next starting to pace the floor eyeing up his soldiers.

Aurora paid no attention to the continuing argument between Casey, April and their team, the only thing that mattered was the green mutant laying a few inches from her. As she watched his hands clench and unclench Aurora remembered their soft caresses, endearing and sure. They were talented beyond anything she could have imagined when they first experienced each other. This deadly being, sleek, and inefficient so feared now, once brought her to the highest heights. She loved him without question but she knew if these restraints were gone he wouldn’t hesitate to kill her in this state of mind. Her fingers ran over the scar he had gifted her a few months ago. It was a sobering thought and a gloomy one.

It was killing her being this close to Leo and not being able to touch him. Just a small touch couldn’t hurt…could it? Her hand moved from the cold metal table and ran over the dense muscles of his thigh. She smirked as they jumped at the connection; maybe fearless was a little anxious after all.

“I have an idea.” Leo spoke again calm as ever yet pressing up into her hand. “How about we take this blind fold off, it’s getting rather itchy. Is this any way to treat a prisoner?”

Aurora let a small laugh escape giving his thigh a quick squeeze before releasing the dense tissue. “Cut the shit Leo, we know well enough that you’re here on your own accord.”

“Your troops got the better of me and subdued me with their superior skills; I am at your mercy my lady.” She could hear the sarcasm in his voice as Leo played out his game. She couldn’t see his mouth but Aurora could hear the smile, it absolutely dripped with superiority.

“Where are your brothers Leo?” Aurora asked softly as the whole room watched their interaction.

“Oh I assure you I am solo. When Raph came home he was rather frustrated. Told me he had gone looking for something we both covet, actually all three of us want but was unable to secure it. I decided I would try to locate it on my own. Besides, the thought of taking it first made me very……… motivated. Unfortunately I was found and taken captive by these fine soldiers before I could find my target.”

Her heart began to thump wildly within her breast at the thought of his words, “What will you do when you finally get what you’re looking for?”

The terrapin took in a slow breath before letting it out in a long low growl, “I haven’t figured that out yet. What does one do with something they obsess over? Kill it or let it consume you? All I know is I’m looking forward to the opportunity to purge myself of its influence.”

Casey came up behind Aurora resting his hand on her shoulder. “Maybe we can send him to R & D and see if they can find that little thing in him? I mean now we know what it looks like maybe they can pin point it somehow?”

That was something. There would need to be round the clock security on him but if he was here they could try and utilize the opportunity to see if they could locate the device with a living host. “He does not leave this table and his restraints will NOT be removed for any reason. Any reason you hear me!? Not without Casey, April’s or my explicit orders.” Her violet eyes moved with urgency as the soldiers took in her orders. “There will be no less than six guards posted to him at all times. If he tries to fidget more than usual you knock his ass out. Am I clear?”

“Yes Aurora.” They all responded in unison.

The sound of the terrapin laughing behind her was off putting but she did her best to ignore him, she was too tired for this bullshit.

As they carted Leonardo out the door towards the R & D wing she heard him, “I’ll be seeing you later Aurora.”

The room empty April moved to her friend wrapping her arms around her neck pulling her into a tight embrace. “You look like shit.”

“Thanks.”

“How was the lair? Anything need attending?” Casey asked softly coming up behind the two woman.

That’s when Aurora remembered, she pushed April from her embrace and her face lit up, “Donnie!”

“What about him?”

“He’s alive! I saw him for a few second today! In the lair, in his lab!”

Casey and April’s mouth hung open still trying to process what the kunoichi was saying.

“Fucking what?” Casey moved first his eyes wide and hopeful. “Why for only a few seconds? Where the fuck is the genius?!”

“Do you remember that big arch he was working on, the one he said would be a doorway to different dimensions? It happened right after I got off the phone with you. I could hear something going on in his lab and opened the door to that thing powered up and Donnie just behind the blue energy field.”

“No fucking way! What did he say?” April was now bouncing up and down smacking Casey on the back waiting for more information.

“Oww Ape, fuckin stop it.”

“No! Keep going Aurora.”

“The portal was unstable and began closing right away and the connection was shottie. His voice was breaking up but I heard him say that it wasn’t right yet and he was still trying to get back.” Aurora’s voice was cracking with her exhaustion and her bubbling emotions, it had been months since she had a good night’s sleep and it was catching up with her. Taking a small second she recomposed herself and started again. “He’s not dead and he didn’t abandon us. God I wish the guys were here to hear this.” Another shaky swallow of her dry mouth and Aurora looked up at her hopeful friends. “I’m not sure if we should bring the arch back here and see if we can figure out where the last transmission came from or if we should just wait until he figures it out? The thing is, I never saw it working before. Did he go to the lair the last day we saw him to work on it and did something go wrong? Mikey was certain he saw him go into his lab here before we went to bed.”

Then two sets of hands landed on her shoulders making the kunoichi stop. April’s hands cupped her cheeks and leaned in to press a soft kiss to her parched lips. “Take a deep breath Rora, we are so happy you were there to witness it. It gives us hope, but I can tell you’re about to crash, you need some sleep.”

“Yeah we’ll have this discussion when you’ve had at least 6 hours sleep. We’ll deal with Leo and the arch when you’re a little more rested. She’s right you do look like shit and today has been an emotional one for you.

“For us all.” Aurora corrected him with a shuttering breath.

“Sleep.”

Begrudgingly Aurora shuffled to her room, her large empty room and didn’t even bother with a shower. She could swear she still smelt Raphael on her and maybe, just maybe that would help her sleep. Maybe she could trick her mind into thinking he was there sleeping at her side. She stripped of her clothes and crawled into bed pulling the cool covers up to her chin.

Closing her eyes Aurora pictured Raphael and Leonardo, the brute and his taste, her lips rejoicing at his familiar flavor and Leo’s voice and the feel of his skin. Then Donnie and the quick but thankful handful of his grasp, all it was missing was her ball of sunshine, Mikey. With their memories fresh in her mind Aurora’s subconscious began to drift allowing her a seamless transition to slumber.

She didn’t hear the door open or the bed dip with his weight but as the cold steal pressed down on the soft flesh of her throat Aurora knew it was too late. She didn’t struggle there was no point in it, if she moved even an inch the way he didn’t want he could soak theses sheets they had once shared with her blood.

Her eyes opened slowly, Leonardo’s face coming into focus as the sleep faded from her vision. The terrapin was just above her and the look he wore was purely sinful. Like the cat that had just eaten the canary or was about too. Aurora swallowed feeling the mutant finish crawling onto the bed to join her.

“H-how many did you kill?”

A soft patronizing chuckle filtered from between his perfect lips. The blade clutched in his hand tilted making Aurora’s neck follow, that was if she didn’t want her carotid to open. “Don’t worry, I took no lives tonight.” Leo shifted forward grabbing at the thin sheet that covered her naked form and began to pull. “I came here for only one reason tonight and killing your people would put a rather large kink in my plans.”

She didn’t resist and allowed the fabric to pull free of her breasts watching the blue in his eyes disappear as his pupils engulfed the vibrant color. “You mean your men.”

Leonardo’s breathing had increased but his hold on that damn blade never wavered. “Yours, mine, it makes no difference, I did not kill a soul within these walls. They will wake in a few hours with splitting headaches.” His lips pursed for a moment focusing in on the two round globes now heaving on her chest. “They are more spectacular then what I could have imagined.” The descent of fabric halted for a moment as Leonardo’s head lowered and his nostrils flared. “I can smell him on you.”

“Your brother? Yes, Raphael was rather insistent that he have me before you.” Aurora rose slowly making sure not to make any sudden movements keeping her eyes locked with her deadly guest. “He found out just how inventive I can be.”

Leo allowed her to rise to a sitting position finding as he did the rest of the fabric fell pooling at the ultimate prize. Her midriff wasn’t perfect, the scare he had left months ago plus a few others that kept it company had healed nicely. His free hand reached out touching lightly at the abrasion smiling as the muscles below jump at his contact. “Raphael is impulsive, undisciplined but none the less is the very best on my team. When he told me you got the better of him tonight my already peaked interest in you heightened. I didn’t’ dare tell him the mere scent of you on his clothes sent my animal instincts into overdrive. Now smelling him on you makes me want to drench you in my scent.”

“It’s presumptuous to think I’d allow that to happen if I refused Raphael’s advances earlier.” Aurora’s voice shook slightly as her confidence waned at the sight of him looming closer, eyes practically fucking her. Suddenly the walls of her sodden cunt began to vibrate with unparallel need.

“You forget my little ninja; I’m mutant and part animal.” His nostrils flared once again. “I can smell your arousal, its delectable aroma is thick and I can taste it on my tongue. In fact I am positive you want me just as much as I want you. Maybe even more?” Leo closed his eyes and took a deep breath growling as her pheromones made every pleasure receptor snap to life. “Fuck…. why do I want you so much?”

That was when she heard the desperation in his voice, it was faint, but she could hear the slight tremor in his words. He was breaking under the stress of uncertainty. That was her moment and she moved with all her training taking possession of his weapon and lunged forward.

In the scuffle the sheets pulled free and Aurora found herself on his lap, arm securely around his throat pressing the tip to his jugular. Their mouths were so close, so fucking close and she could smell the tea on his breath as it fanned over her face. Leonardo still drank the same Gyokuro brew; his expensive taste followed him into servitude. Fuck, she didn’t think this through at all. She was naked straddling his thick powerful thighs and she could feel it, straining against his pants pulsating with each beat of his heart.

“Tell me I’m lying.” He mused but found his cockiness underappreciated and sucked in a breath as the tip of the blade pierced the green scales drawing a bead of crimson. But he was a stubborn turtle and refused to back down. “If we were something, show me. Remind me of what I’ve been missing all these years. Your scent, your god damn scent has been haunting me for months, haunting us. I don’t do this… I don’t…… I don’t lose control and all I want to do is bury myself so far in your body that I forget everything. Forget this war; forget why I don’t feel at home anywhere but with you, someone I have absolutely no memory of. Do you have any idea how infuriating that is?”

He had no fucking clue; her bitter laughter filled the room, “Try loosing the people you love the most for years, coming up empty handed in your pursuit to find them again and again. Then suddenly they appear with no knowledge of you, dead set on your demise. Try enduring the pain of being sliced open by one of the men you love and as you bleed out he wraps his hands around your throat slowly squeezing the life out of you.”

She watched the cockiness drain from his face, unexpectedly at the loss for words. The hardness in his cold blue eyes softened searching her for the truth. He was contemplating something.

She continued, “Raphael remembered something tonight, a game you and him used to play. I think smelling me on him jogged your memory a little as well.”

The terrapin let out a long sigh and she could feel a little of the tension leave his body, he was no longer coiled to strike, “I wasn’t angry or jealous. It was strange……it was just the competitiveness; he had gotten to you first. ”

“Tell me Leo, why did you come to my home?”

“For you.” His voice was but a whisper, soft and sweet against her lips, the venom slowly disappearing with the space between them.

Aurora’s tongue moved across her bottom lip tasting his breath, he was so close. “What do you want with me?”

“I had two plans; one would rid me of the temptation and the other………. would satisfy it.”

“I see since I am still breathing I deduce you’ve chosen the latter.” Her hips rotated slightly brushing the bulging fabric of his crotch against her folds, so close. “What was next on your plan then?”

His vibrant blue eyes moved from her violet eyes to her lips before moistening his own with his tongue. “To…to taste you. I need to know what you taste like.”

Keeping the blade semi embedded Aurora leaned forward closing the last inch granting Leonardo what he craved, she in turn savoring him. The tea and his scent invaded her senses as she opened her mouth entering Leonardo’s with her tongue swiping over his finding it just as eager.

Then she heard it, his rumble the deep vibrating growl that emanated deep within his chest pouring out and into her mouth. Over and over their mouths engaged and reengaged in a desperate battle, breathless and aggressive feeding off each other’s growing excitement. Leo made no attempt for the weapon, but his hands moved to her naked waist pushing her down coating his pants with her arousal gaining just enough friction he yearned for.

Aurora whimpered into his mouth, what was she doing? What the fuck was she doing? Her body was moving on its own but she didn’t want it to stop. Her hand moved between them fumbling for the belt buckle of his pants making quick work of them. Her deft fingers unbuttoned the top of his pants and drew the metal teeth of his zipper down keeping it free is the sensitive flesh below.

It didn’t wait for an invitation and sprung free as it’s clothe prison was peeled away. She could smell him now, the salty musk of his precum that was smeared over the spongy head of his freed cock. Her fingers encompassed the remarkable girth and the tip of her thumb dipped into the moister swirling it under the head making the terrapin gasp.

Breaking their kiss Aurora sunk the tip of the blade in further and Leo growled in reaction. “Tell me what you really came here for Fearless?” rising up Aurora hovered over his cock positioning the long throbbing flesh just below her. “Did you come all this way to fuck me, to have me first, to drench me in your scent?” Her tongue came out and painted a warm wet stripe up his cheek stopping at his ear. “Do you want to remember how it felt when you poured all that you were up into my womb, marking me inside and out…” lowering her body she pressed the weeping helm just into the wet heat of her cunt. “I want to feel the stretch of you filling me with this enormous cock.” Aurora could feel the tears begin to form in the corner of her eyes. It had been years since she had him like this. She could feel the heat of him, the throbbing flesh in her grasp. It had been too long. But she had to remember this wasn’t her Leo.

“I want to be inside you. I want it so bad.” Leonardo growled pulling her down on him, but the strength of her thighs held up against his.

“Say please Leonardo…..don’t be fucking rude….” She could feel him shaking with need desperate for a taste of what his body was apparently so starved for.

His sudden shift made Aurora pull the blade back before it severed his carotid as his warm mouth enclosed around her throat kissing and sucking gently. Leisurely his hands abandoned her hips and traced up her naked back making her arch at the wondrous feather light sensation. “Please.” He finally whispered through heavy exhales into the moister he left behind.

The sensation of him splitting her open on the down slide was overwhelming, reminding Aurora that it had been years since she had taken any of them. Thankfully there was no pain but a twinge of discomfort accompanied with the delicious stretch of being so splendidly filled. Leo’s ascending fingers finally reached the top of her shoulders and clamped down assisting the final few inches to climb home.

When he was seated fully inside her body, the terrapin let out a throaty groan pressing his beak to crook of her throat. One hand left her shoulder and wrapped protectively around her waist keeping her securely sheathed. Besides the elevated breathing the mutant made no noises but refused to let her rise to ease the pressure building.

Suddenly his hips rocked up eliminating any space that had remained between them. His mouth opened taking in a section of her neck letting his tongue run over the heated flesh. Then she felt his cock expand and his grip loosen allowing her to lift up beginning the unhurried pace.

Rolling her hips rotating them just enough to make slow circles finally made the hulking turtle below her voice his appreciation.

“Fu..ck…mmhmm…faster..”

“No.” she growled softly into his ear while running the cool edge of the blade still in her possession across the green scales of his throat. “You came into my room uninvited with a weapon and intentions of ending my life, we do this my way or I send you back to the lab missing a few limbs.”

Leo’s griped shifted back to her hips while he tilted his own to change the angle. When she gasped and shuttered at the new friction his mouth opened into a toothy grin. “You won’t hurt me. You said it yourself you love me.”

Leaning down to his neck Aurora began to cover his lustrous green skin with open mouth kisses rising until just the tip of him remained in her body. When she got the weeping wound she had inflicted her mouth enclosed around the hole clearing the tepid crimson from his flesh. She felt the vibrations through her lips as his voiced his pleasure tilting his head to the side to give her better access.

With a pop her mouth released his throat and she began gradually lowering herself back down on his titanium length. “You nearly killed me a few months ago while Raphael watched on. I spend nearly a month in the infirmary because of you, one of the most important people in my life. That was a sobering reminder you are not my Leonardo, my kind, gentle, honorable leader…my lover. You may have his ridiculously muscled body, his unmatched skill but your soul isn’t there. There is something in your body keeping you under Bishops’ thumb, keeping the real you from surfacing. The real Leo would rather be dead then be in the service of that mad man and I am now 100% behind that. So you better be on your best behavior.”

No form of protest came from the turtle, but his mouth turned up into a smug grin before leaning forward to capture Aurora’s lips. The demand behind the kiss was insistent as his tongue pushed into her mouth and his hold around her waist began to urge her to move.

She could feel him throb with each beat of his heart; every inch of her core was stretched to its limit. That was how big Leonardo really was and he wasn’t even the largest of his brothers. Raphael held that title, his length was roughly the same as Leo’s but to take Raphael was always a slow start. Luckily he was a patient man.

She began again, taking her time with each rise and fall on his engorged length. Up and down tilting her hips back so the tip of him could hit just the right spot. Every cell in her body started to ignite with awareness of the long lost sensation of being taken by a mutant turtle. Each time Aurora sheathed herself on every inch of Leo the head of his cock pressed to the back of her channel eager to flood it with his climax.

The pace was kept slow. Aurora didn’t want this to end too quickly; it had been far too long since she had experienced any of their bodies like this. And she had forgotten how intense being intimate with them was. Leo’s grip on her was tight, keeping her as close to him as possible. His mouth ran wild over her, dragging his wet tongue over her throat to her clavicle and down to the top of her breasts. His hands moved up from her hips to her waist urging her back so the warmth of his mouth could find the dark tissue of her nipples. He sucked at each of the heavy globes with enthusiasm, circling each peak with his tongue until it hardened to a stiff nub. Trying her best to stay on guard as the blue terrapin began to worship her chest Aurora found the new angle and sensation of his feasting too distracting and released the pressure of the blade off his neck.

“Leo…fu..uck…..” it was impossible to refrain from praising him, he was a man of focus. When he set his sights on a goal Leonardo did all he could to complete it to perfection and the act of lovemaking was no different.

Both hands fell to his broad shoulders and started to roll her hips faster fighting at the coiling pressure of her climax as it started to chase her down. Harder she fell down on him spearing herself over and over until the fire in her belly erupted in a blinding rush of endorphins.

Leo must have sensed her at the end of her rope and bit down on the puckered flesh of her nipple sucking it into his mouth. His right hand left her side and lowered between them slipping a single digit into her heat finding the soft pearl and began rubbing the flesh in soft circles.

There were no words to express the feeling that washed over her senses. The feeling of dying and being brought back to life was the best way to describe it. Her body arched, tensing up and Aurora let her head fall back allowing his name fill the room in blissful cries of ecstasy.

“That’s so pretty.” He growled breathlessly rolling his hips up harder into her body.

As her body ran through her climax Leo took over the rhythm fucking her though her high right into the slow climb to the next one. The blade held loosely in her hand Leo took advantage of her momentary distraction and stole the weapon from her slack grasp.

She barely registered the loss of the upper hand as he increased the tempo of his hips and kept the steady strike of that one spot sending her higher and higher prolonging her peak. Even after all these years his body knew how to bring her the utmost pleasure, or was it Leonardo himself remembering.

As the crest finally began to ebb bringing her back to her mutant partner Aurora’s mind finally registered she was no longer in control of the knife. His three fingers held the handle firmly and ran the sharp tip over the scar he had left months ago and his eyes flashed dangerously.

“Do it.” She wouldn’t be scared of him, if this was how she went it was one hell of a way to go; stuffed full of Leonardo still buzzing from her orgasm.

Leo chuckled softly rolling forward until Aurora was on her back and he was hovering over her pressing her thighs open wide with the hard plain of his pelvis. His head tilted reaching for her chin making sure she was looking at him. He thrust abruptly sinking to the hilt before pulling almost all the way free. “I don’t think I will.” With the flick of his wrist the knife flew from his hand and embedded into the wood of her closed door. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Grabbing her right thigh Leo hoisted her calve up over his shoulder and rocked smoothly forward sinking into her tight heat with great care. The plunging girth of the rooted flesh was overwhelming dragging splendidly within her walls igniting the fire in her belly. Rapidity it allowed her rising climax to feed on her view above her. The view of Leonardo, the dominate male taking claim to what was once his, it made her core clench and ache.

As he started to drive forward gently Aurora could see the softness return to his gaze like her Leonardo. Like it was six years ago and he were still hers. She knew she shouldn’t get her hopes up as long as that thing still roamed his body Leo would never be hers. But in this moment she allowed herself to dream.

Then out of nowhere Leo’s voice dropped an octave, dark and needy, “Aurora…tell me you love me.” The look on his face was serious but his eyes gave the mutant away, the blue orbs were pleading like he genuinely needed to hear the words. His grip tightened on her hips and he began to pound into her faster chasing after his own climax. “Please.”

Ripping her leg from his grip Aurora rolled them claiming the high ground once again keeping with his hurried pace as she resumed her ride. She allowed him to recover pulling him back up into a sitting position. The terrapin wrapped his arm back around her waist and set his gaze back on her flushed face.

“W-why? Why should I g..ive you that? Mmm …fuck!”

“Humor me….please.”

What could it hurt? She did love Leo, just not this version of him.

Then she could feel him pulse and expand, he was about to topple over into oblivion. Eyes widened and Aurora arched as the extra width made her peak hit without warning. The heat of it raced through her body like a box of fireworks going off under her skin. Her hands shot to his face cupping his sharp jaw line and she leaned back into her spine curling climax. With what little cognitive ability she had left she gave him what he wanted. “I love you.”

It consumed her quickly eating up all of her strength racking her body with small but powerful tremors. She blacked out for a moment but Leonardo kept her from falling, like he had always done, keeping her safe when she was most vulnerable.

“Rora.” It was faint but the nickname only the brothers were allowed to call her escaped Leo’s lips.

It was then she felt Leo tense and grip her hips sinking as deep as he could reach as the turtle spilled his molten seed deep into her willing body. Each brutal drive up erupted ropes of ejaculate coating her with his scent filling Aurora until it her body could take no more. With one final drive Leo pulled Aurora down on his cock locking them in place making sure every drop of his cum reached its destination, marking her. His.

They clung to each other with all their remaining strength riding out their euphoria until Aurora kissed him, kissed him with such ferocity it stole the final breath from their lungs.

With the need to breath staggering they finally pulled apart.

As his blurred vision became clear Leo could see tears flowing freely down her cheeks, and the sight startled the leader momentarily. His hands reached to her face brushing the moister with his thumbs, “Did I hurt you?”

“No, not in this moment at least.” Aurora could feel her heart thundering below her chest as she stared at the terrapin. But this wasn’t her Leo and if she didn’t do something now their location would be comprised so she did what she had to do to keep everyone here safe.

Her hands shot out in concession pressing into the soft tissue of his body. Three points, deep into the muscle making Leonardo gasp in shock. His blue eyes widened in surprise and his lips thin into an angry frown.

“I can’t have you leave here conscious, he’ll take us all and kill Casey, April and I. Everything will be lost.”

Leo’s hand shot out and his fingers tips dug into her arm sluggishly. His eye lids drooped and his mouth opened as his muscles gave up their tension. With his final conscious thought Leo’s lips formed his last thought before he succumbed to the darkness, “I would never ……….let him hurt ….you.”

As his body went slack Aurora wiped away her tears and shuttered as he slipped from her body. The loss of his warmth tore through her like a hurricane sinking her further into despair. She took a moment to run her hands under his shirt tracing her fingers along the scarred lines of his plastron. She had to remind herself, he was warm, he was alive and he was healthy.

With a heavy sigh she dismounted and wiped him clean before securing his pants. Gathering her com Aurora pressed the button making a connection to the person on the other end.

“Casey, I need you to come to my room. We need to get him out of here before he wakes up.”

“I’m on my way.”

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Fatgum x OC: Ex-Boyfriend

Note: takes place before Taishiro and Violet are married they're on their 3 month mark when an old flame of Violet's shows up out of the blue.

[Japanese]

{English}

Taishiro and Violet were just getting off patrol and were walking debating where to go for dinner, not noticing the tall brown haired man talking English on his cellphone, as they passed him the man stopped and slowly turned to look at the couple his green eyes widened when he recognized the redhaired woman who was oblivious to his presence. "Hey Dawn? I'll call you back!" he hung up his phone and sprinted after the tall couple, he reached out his hand to grab the redhaired woman's arm about call out to Violet!

When a large hand suddenly caught his wrist, bottle green eyes met yellow eyes that regarded him with wariness as the man was lifted off the ground by the owner of said eyes. "Ey bud, I dunno where ya grew up, but around 'ere we don't go stalkin 'n grabbin other guy's wives." Taishiro said brusquely as the man struggled to get out of his grasp.

Violet nervously peeked out from behind her giant husband "Donny?" she choked out as the color drained from her face and her blue eyes widened in shock "T-Tai! it's alright, I know him... we used to date" she mumbled the last bit, Taishiro looked at her surprised then looked back at the shorter man hanging in his grasp who nodded vigorously.

That's how the couple ended up skipping dinner and sitting in the park drinking soda "And that's how it went down, I was the other woman the whole time." Violet sighed looking back on her relationship with Donny, a rare frown plastered on Taishiro's face as he absorbed this story, a almost a year this Don had her played, had Violet believe she was his only love. until his Don's fiancé found out about Violet and confronted her.

"It really messed with my ability to trust people for a while, but eventually I moved forward and I glad I did..." the blond man paused taking a sip from his coke, staring at the shy smile Violet was showing him "I wouldn't have transferred here from Canada and thus would never got mistaken for a villain and in turn, I would've never met you." She chuckled as her blond husband's stomach suddenly felt like it was full of pop-rocks and butterflies.

"I think I should go meet him tomorrow, tell him thank you for breaking my heart cus' now I'm happi-" Violet was cut by Taishiro suddenly pulling her into a warm hug. "Please don't say stuff like that, I can't take anymore!" he pleaded feeling lonely and getting teary eyed at the thought of never meeting Violet only settling down when he felt her hug back.

Two days later...

It was awkward morning for Taishiro he was in his Low BMI form and didn't feel like cooking so, he went out to buy some breakfast he was at the 7/11 looking at the onigiri selections he was reaching for a couple salmon onigiri when a hand reached out and met his. Taishiro turned to see who was aiming for the same food, and immediately felt his stomach drop at the sight of Don the dong looking at him.

there was awkward silence before the brown haired retracted his hand. "Uh, g-go a head sir." he stammered clearly intimidated by the taller male. "Naw, Is fine you can have it." Taishiro said with a tight smile this cause Don's brow to furrowed as he eyed the blond man befuddled. "Urm, do you have a brother?" Taishiro cocked a brow why Don was asking.

"Nope, why?"

"Well, y-you kind of remind me of this squishy brute I met other night!"

"Yeah, well considerin' that was me, would be no surprise ya'd be reminded of that!"

"You? but-bbut--"

Don sputtered as he looked at Taishiro up and down in disbelief the now tall and muscular man "It's my Quirk." the blond huffed then noticed a bunch of people looking at them oddly, Taishiro smiled tightly and threw his arm around the stunned man's shoulder. "Say man let's go catch up, I know this café around the corner." his smiled dropped as he leaned near Don's ear. "Play along..." the BMI hero hissed and as the green eyed man swallowed nervously and smiled. "s-Sure thing bro, lead the way!" Don stuttered before the two men left the store.

You could cut the tension in that café with a knife as the two men eyed each other down while sipping their coffee. Before Taishiro broke the silence. "Violet told me what went down between ya." he huffed Don flinched knowing Violet wasn't one to keep personal things to herself especially if it had hurt her in some way, the brown haired man squirmed under Taishiro's scrutinizing gaze. ""Look what happened it.. wasn't what she thought alright I--!" the taller male slamming his cup down caused Don to flinch. "Oh?~ so you didn't have an affair with Violet?, hm?~" Don started to stammer over word before .

"A-afair? no! it wasn't like that it..I-"

"So what would you call seeing another woman behind your fiancée's back?"

"She wasn't my fiancée!

"...Alright, let's say I believe ya, who was the lady and why was she tellin' Violet she was you're bride to be?"

Don gave him what had happened on his side of the situation, The woman's name was Emily... She and Don they were childhood friends who had reconnected in college; the same time he was already dating Violet before they met up again, at some point Emily was starting to have relationship problems with her boyfriend and Don being the big brother figure in their friend group, tried to help her through it and reconcile with her boyfriend however one night... "I'm not sure how it happened, but one thing led to a another and we had sex."

Taishiro frowned deepened as the brown haired man continued his tale, by rewinding a bit about his relationship with Emily, the girl had major crush on him when they were kids, but he never saw her in that light, so when he heard she got a boyfriend he was happy for her, and figured she moved on from him. He was wrong... "She mistook that night for me reciprocating her feelings, I tried telling her I had a girlfriend, but she wouldn't hear it!" than he got to Violet's part of the story.

Emily confronting her, lying about being Don's fiancée causing their break up, when he confronted Emily about it she got pissed, when he told her that he wasn't even interested in her! "Emily slapped me and demanded to know why I slept with her? " he was left speechless because he didn't know what to say, Don's green eyes glared down at his empty coffee cup.

"I know why ya couldn't answer her." Taishiro said having traded his coffee for Melonpan, Don looked up the table and nearly jumped out of his seat when he saw Taishiro had gotten fatter during the five minutes he was talking, but kept silent as the blond swallowed bread and spoke up. "You were scared, cos’ ya didn’t love Violet." He stated as if he was describing what color his shirt was.

Don face flushed with anger and was about to snap that it wasn't true he did love Violet, but the taller man held his hand up telling the shorter guy to let him finish. "It’s obvious ya didn't love her, or at least ya aren't ready for a commitment that deep and was lookin' for an exit, and that exit was labeled Emily." the growing BMI hero said carefully watching the man sitting across from him, just like that all that regret and anger Don was feeling all these years had simmered away into a semblance of clarity and realization that Taishiro was absolutely right.

The firs time Violet told that she loved him, Don never really gave her clear response he got scared and mumbled some gibberish and left it alone assuming it was slip up, then she started talking about moving in together and meeting his family it was starting get to him about how fast the situation was going! So when Emily started making advances towards him he didn't push her away... the clarity slowly shifted to guilt as he realized that he screwed over two girls just to put an end to a very avoidable situation, had he just talked to Violet about his feelings or broke up with her in the first place, none of this would've happened!

"Ya startin' to feel like a dong Don?"

"More than you know, I think I should go I got work."

"And gotta go open my agency before my sidekick's get worried."

"Toyomitsu, When you see Violet tell her I'm sorry for how everything went down."

Taishiro was about berate the shorter man over why he couldn't just go tell her himself, but the next words solidified why that wasn't very a good idea. "Also, I want to apologize for trying to kiss her last night.." the last thing Don saw clearly was an angry fist heading his way.

His vision became fuzzy and there was loud ringing in his ears when the fog cleared, Don was knocked out of his shoes and his nose was bleeding and could feel some of his teeth were knocked loose, his eyes focused and saw a very pissed off Taishiro was standing over him. "tha..t-that's Fair." was all Don could say and as he managed pulled himself off the floor walked out of the café.

the old man who ran place gave Taishiro a thumbs up and tall blond grimaced stormed out of the place and went straight home finally getting why his wife so angry last night, and would not calmed down eventually he decided it was best to let it run it's course and let Vi cool down and they'll talk about it in the morning.

So when Taishiro got to his apartment he found Violet pacing the living room which she does when she close to having a panic attack. "Vi-" Before he could even finish calling her, the redhead launched herself and him burying her head into his belly. "Tai, I'm sorry I went to meet Don last night a-a we had a few drinks and... hetriedtokissme I'm so sorry!" she broke down sobbing.

Taishiro's anger simmered down into concern as it became very obvious that Violet wasn't trying to hide what happened last night from him, in fact she overwhelmed by the whole situation, Taishiro was soo glad he punched that rat's lights out! as he wrapped one arm around Violet's waist while his other hand patted her on the "It's alright darlin' I saw Don earlier." Violet looked up at him surprised.

"You did?" she croaked her husband nodded wiping her tears with his hoodie sleeve. "He said he was sorry, fore everything...especially for last night." the redhead was still stunned. "He did?" The blond mmm-hmm'd to her while kissing her hair. "Yep, in fact he was really remorseful …(Especially after that "love tap" I gave him back at the café!)" the BMI hero mentally jeered as he focused on calming his girl down... And fantasizing throwing Don the dong into the sun.

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You’re all I need (the air I breathe)

seven - in which Stella goes home

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“I could’ve drove, you know,” Louis told Stella as they sat side by side on the train.

“This is more fun,” Stella mumured, amused at his annoyance. And it wasn’t like he’d really said no to the train either.

“Yeah but we gotta get off at Leeds, get on another one,” Louis sighed, rubbing his head. “It’s a lot, stel. An hour longer than driving.”

“This is my birthday week,” Stella told him. “We’re all done talking about the train.”

“Okay,” Louis agreed. “Let’s talk about the hickey on your neck, then.”

Stella adjusted the collar of her sweater, shaking her head, “it’s not a hickey. It’s a bug bite.”

It was kind of like a bug bite except it wasn’t itchy and someone else had given it to her- not a bug. The events of her birthday night flashed in her mind. She never wanted to stop kissing him.

“Right,” Louis laughed, his loud cackle that made Stella laugh too. “You gonna tell your mum that?”

“Maybe,” Stella laughed, adjusting her bag on her lap. “That’s between me and her.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t ask Niall to come,” Louis commented, looking over at her. “You two have become inseparable.”

“Yeah well...” Stella trailed off. “Felt too soon. Besides we’re friends.”

“Friends?” Louis scoffed, reaching over to pull the collar of her sweater down. “He’s quite literally left his mark on you. I’d say that’s a bit more then friends.”

“Louis,” Stella sighed in exasperation, adjusting her sweater. “You’ve been sleeping with Eleanor and everyone knows it. I don’t make you label that, do I?”

“But you’re not me,” Louis emphasized. “Your you, the Stella that likes to put people in neat little boxes with labels that define the relationship.”

“Well maybe I’m different,” Stella retorted, crossing her arms over her chest. “I don’t really feel like talking about Niall this weekend, okay?”

“Anything wrong?”

“No,” Stella responded, shaking her head. But maybe there was. Or maybe there wasn’t. Tactfully, she added, “I just don’t want mum to catch wind.”

“I understand,” Louis agreed with a nod. Her mum was always kind of overbearing with Stella, what with being the baby and all.

Stella and Louis spent the rest of the train ride making conversation that didn’t have anything to do with anybody and who they were kissing. It was a relief for Stella not to be on the hot seat all the time.

Louis’s mother picked them up from the train station with overenthusiastic hugs and a million questions that they both tried to answer. They weren’t easy questions to answer either. Introspective ones that required Stella to think about how it feels being away from home for so long. And Louis gave her a look, silently, “how do you answer that in a way that won’t hurt your mother?”

They pulled up to Stella’s house and instantly she knew something was up. All the lights were off. “We’re gonna come in and say hi to your mum,” Johannah told her, turning the car off.

That wasn’t particularly weird but Stella had been on edge since the last surprise party. There was nothing she hated more than people jumping out at her. Louis got Stella’s bag out of the boot before she could.

“Thanks Louis,” Stella mumbled, shoving her hands into her coat pocket, rummaging for her keys. She found it, pulling it out as they walked up the porch steps.

The door was unlocked, though. She pulled her phone out, nodding toward the door, “you guys go ahead. Veda told me to call her when we get here. She has something important to tell me.”

“Stel,” Louis sighed, nodding toward the door. “Just go in.”

“You go in,” she retorted.

“I know you know,” Louis laughed, shaking his head. “Always two steps ahead of everyone else.”

“Oh bloody hell,” Johannah sighed exasperated, she opened the door, stepping inside. Stella heard the loud surprise and watched the lights flicker on. “She doesn’t want it!” Johannah yelled, dropping her purse on the floor by the door.

“Stella doesn’t want to be surprised.”

“Stella Marie,” she heard her mother say from inside.

Stella let out dramatic sigh, stepping inside. Louis was right behind her. It was a house full of people she knew and loved, and some that she didn’t know. She could tell her mother put a lot of thought into it, though.

“Happy Birthday, Stella Bella,” her mother smiled, adoringly at her, pulling her in for a tight hug.

“Thanks mum,” Stella laughed, wrapping her arms around her. Stella felt at peace in her mother’s arms. She’d be lying if she said the last couple of months weren’t confusing for her.

“And where’s Ms. Veda?” Johannah asked. “Would’ve expected her to come along as well.”

Stella gave her a shrug, pulling away from her mother’s hug. “Homework, I think.”

But Stella guessed they hadn’t heard about the fights her parents had gotten into since Veda left. It wasn’t a surprise she didn’t want to come home to that. Plus, Veda was busy with her own internal battles. Fighting certain feelings for a certain someone.

Stella’s phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out, smiling as she read a message from Niall.

From Niall7:42 was the surprise party a surprise ? x

To Niall 7:42 absolutely not ! way too smart for these donnie games

Stella shoved her phone into her pocket, realizing she’d barely stepped into her own house. She scooped her bag up off the floor, carrying it upstairs to her room.

She tossed her bag onto her bed, shrugging her jacket off. For a moment she thought about Ludo. Where he was, what he was doing. Admittedly, she wished he was here. The thought of him hadn’t crossed her mind nearly as much as it should have.

Stella heard the bathroom flush down the hall which confused her. She listened for the bathroom door to open and she wanted to peak, see who it was. Hope blossomed inside of her as she opened her door.

“Fuck!” Stella yelled, nearly falling over. “You scared me.”

“Sorry,” Ludo chuckled, a smirk on his lips. “Were you trying to scare me?”

“No,” Stella laughed, not hesitating to wrap her arms around him. “I was wondering if you’d be here.”

“Well mum would’ve killed me if I missed it all,” Ludo told her, arms settling around her. “I heard you have a boyfriend.”

Stella’s eyes widened, pulling away from him, “where’d-“

“Lou, obviously,” Ludo laughed. “He can’t keep a secret.”

Stella shook her head, beginning to plot the ways to get him back. “Anyways,” Ludo laughed, “I got you a present. It’s under your bed.”

Stella let out an unimpressed sigh, squatting down to pull the brown bag out. Ludo’s gifts were notorious for a lot of reasons. “I’m scared to open this,” Stella admitted, setting it on her bed.

“Just open it,” he laughed, leaning against the door frame.

Stella groaned, reaching in. The items she’d pulled out were enough to make her roll her eyes. A bottle of vodka, a baggie with mysterious baked goods, and a box of condoms.

“Ludo,” Stella groaned, tossing the condoms back into the bag. “It’s like you want mum to kill me.”

Ludo laughed, shrugging, “just want you to celebrate safely.”

Stella laughed, “And the baked goods...”

“Weed brownies,” he clarified. “I know you don’t really get high anymore but every once in a while isn’t so bad.”

“Well thank you,” Stella smiled, closing the bag up. She stuffed it back under her bed, standing up.

“So really...” he trailed off. “This boyfriend of yours-“

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” Stella cut him off. “It’s complicated. And too soon to tell. Louis doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“Oi!” Louis shouted from the hallway. He appeared in the doorway behind Ludo. “So you’re talkin shit, are ya?”

“Why did you tell him I had a boyfriend!” Stella exclaimed. “You just talk out of your arse.”

Louis laughed, squeezing into the room, “sorry. Not really, though.” He looked at ludo as he said, “she doesn’t have a boyfriend. They’re just friends.”

“Right,” ludo chuckled, “well I’m gonna grab something to eat and then I’m heading out. I have a date. Try not to have too much fun tonight.”

Stella couldn’t have stopped herself if she tried. Louis gave her that grin of his and she just knew that she was in for the worst. “My god,” she mumbled, shaking her head at Louis.

“I know he gave you weed brownies,” Louis laughed, holding her by the shoulders. “We should eat them all.”

Louis Tomlinson was singlehandedly the worst influence influence. Though Stella was now 19, she’d act like she was 17 and reckless just for the night. Besides, there wasn’t much she’d deny Louis of.

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24 Hours in Paris. | Carwood Lipton

for that one anon who requested a “one bed situation”

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pairing: lipton x reader

wc: 2.4k

synopsis: after taking carentan, you and lipton are sent to paris for a break

a/n: this one is so incredibly long and was hard for me to write. i’m not sure if i did our dear lipton any justice. any feedback is much appreciated! thank you so much for reading.

i mean no disrespect to the real carwood lipton. this is all purely based on donnie wahlberg’s portrayal of him in band of brothers.

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***

A blanket around your shaking figure, you wrapped your hands tighter around your cup of cold coffee. It wasn’t cold when Doc Roe had handed it to you minutes earlier, but you had barely taken a sip when the cold weather made it lukewarm. You sat with your back turned to everyone, except for Private Blithe, who was seated on the floor in front of you. He had said he couldn’t see, so you watched him curiously. Lieutenant Winters suddenly walked in, and you stood quickly, but he quickly nodded his head before you could even salute him, so you sat back down slowly.

As Doc Roe tended to his wounds, you heard the two men talking. “What’s wrong with Blithe?” Lt. Winters asked, looking at the man seated in the corner.

“Well,” Doc Roe started, turning to face him as well, “Nothing, except he can’t see.”

“He can’t see?” Lt. Winters exclaimed, before turning to face me, “What about Y/L/N?”

Doc Roe sighed and shook his head, “She said she was fine but she won’t stop trembling. Had to raise my voice at her to get her to slow down.”

Winters raised an eyebrow at this and nodded, leaving Doc Roe to tend to his leg.

***

“Sergeant Lipton, Private Y/L/N,” Perconte called, and the both of you looked up from what you were doing, “Lieutenant Winters wants to see the two of you.”

You, now that you were feeling a lot better, and Carwood Lipton, now bearing a scar on his face, were tending to other injured soldiers once Doc Roe had gotten the two of you sorted out. Carwood was a quiet man off the battlefield, but when the bullets had started flying, almost every man would eventually turn to him. Being the only woman in the paratroopers, you were accustomed to hostility from other company men, but Sergeant Lipton always assured you that he and all the other Easy men were right behind you.

The two of you glanced at each other before picking up your gear and heading towards Lt. Winters. “What do you think this is about?” Carwood asked, looking down at you as you put back on your helmet.

You simply shrugged, and looked right up at the taller man, “No clue, Sergeant. But he was in the aid station getting his leg bandaged up. Maybe he needs help with something, sir.”

Their Lieutenant had his back to you, and he was lost in thought, staring off at the city they had just besieged. “Lieutenant Winters, sir.” Sergeant Lipton called, and you both stood at attention, raising your hands into a salute.

“At ease,” he replied calmly. “Sergeant Lipton, Private Y/L/N,” Winters continued, acknowledging the both of you, “It was recommended by one of the medics that you two be given a break.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you looked up at Lipton, who also had confusion painted on his face. “Sir?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

“I’m sending the two of you to Paris,” Winters said, flashing a kind smile, “It’s for the best of the entire company, Lip.” He said the last sentence gently, placing a hand on Carwood’s shoulder.

“The city of lights,” Winters mumbled, raising two of his fingers into quotation marks, excusing the both of you. “Get some rest and be back within 48 hours.”

***

You had your head buried in a book, but your eyebrows were scrunched in frustration, unable to focus on what you were reading. Carwood was across you, his chin rested on his hand, and he stared out the window, watching as the trees flew by. “Sir?” you called, getting his attention. He turned to face you and raised his eyebrows, “I’m trying to read, sir. But taking me away from everything has only made me more anxious.”

“First,” he smiled, “You don’t have to call me sir for now. Second, I know exactly what you mean.” Carwood looked you in the eye and sighed, “But if Winters says it’s what’s best for all of them, then we go to Paris.”

Nodding your head, you turned back to your book, and the two of you sat quietly till you reached Paris. The silence between you was not uncomfortable. Carwood was an intelligent man with a kind heart, and you were sure he was as worried about his absence even more so than you were worried about yours. All the men, and yourself looked up to him for guidance when Winters was not around.

As the train stopped at the railway station, you turned to pick up your bag when you realized it was gone. “Shit,” you muttered, standing quickly to see someone else’s bag on the ground where your had been previously, “Someone confused their stuff for mine.”

Carwood’s eyes widened, making sure he had heard you right. Quickly picking up his stuff, the two of you looked around at the people exiting the train till your eyes spotted it. “There!” he exclaimed, weaving his way through the hoards of people who had just arrived in Paris. You stumbled out of the train, bumping into a few people who scowled in your direction.

You apologized to nearly everyone you two had bumped on your way as Carwood rushed towards the man. Nearly tripping, you balanced yourself by spreading your arms forward, mumbling a quick désolé to everyone in your path. Other than angry grunts and curses, nobody did anything further as the two of you were in your uniform.

You saw Carwood place a firm hand on the man’s shoulder, the young man turning to face him with wide eyes, terrified. Panting, he pointed at the man’s bag and the man’s mouth fell agape, smacking his forehead with his hand and switching your bag with his that Carwood had been carrying.

You breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the man profusely, you turned to Carwood, who despite breaking a sweat, had a smile plastered on his face. “That was exciting,” he grinned, tilting his head towards the exit, “Calmed my nerves a little bit. Should we go get lunch?” And that was the end of it.

“Lip,” you said, smiling up at him, “Thank you so much for going after him.” He barely looked your way as he replied.

“Anytime, Y/N.”

***

The two of you sat in a cafe. Carwood was busy writing down something into his notebook, occasionally glancing up to see you heartily eating your sandwich. His food remained untouched. “You’re not going to eat?” you asked him, nodding towards his plate, “It’s probably cold by now.”

“Can’t,” he mumbled, still writing stuff down into his leather notebook, “I’m writing down what had happened in Carentan, for documentation of course.” Carwood tapped his temple with his pen. You shrugged and picked up your mug of coffee. You were surrounded by many other soldiers who were also sent to Paris for break. It was common for them to come in groups, unlike the two of you who only came in a pair.

You lifted your cup to take a sip, when suddenly, a waiter carrying a tray of food bumped into your back, causing you to spill the contents of your mug all over yourself. Cursing to yourself for the second time of the day, you stood, haphazardly placing the mug on the table. Carwood looked up at you and grabbed a napkin, slowly dabbing at your coat as best as he could. He helped you take it off, and you looked down at your stained shirt.

“Aw, shit,” you grumbled, your white shirt stained brown. The waiter apologized, offering to get you more coffee and more napkins. You brushed him off, but Carwood smiled at him and graciously accepted the man’s offers, calming the waiter down. You watched him, amazed and how calmly he handled the situation while you had stood there fuming the entire time.

“We can get that cleaned,” he said, smiling at you, “Lucky we caught up to that man earlier so you’d have a spare uniform to wear.”

***

As though the day couldn’t have gotten any worse, you were anxious. They were setting off fireworks in the streets, putting you on edge. You and Carwood stood, waiting for a cab to take the two of you to your hotel. Every time a firework set off, you trembled, your eyes darting everywhere. Doc Roe had scolded you to stay away from everything for awhile and to get some rest— But now, in the heart of Paris, as far away from the fight as you could possibly be, you felt like you were in the middle of it.

Another one set off, and you braced yourself on Lipton’s side. The man quickly wrapped an arm around your shoulder, rubbing it gently. “We’re in Paris,” he whispered in your ear, “Breathe. We’re in Paris.” That seemed to calm you down a bit, and you shook your head quickly, closing your eyes.

You hadn’t realized it, but Carwood had helped you into a cab and continued to have his arm wrapped around you on your way to the hotel. “You know, Y/N,” he began, turning to face you, “You impress me a lot.” There was no sarcasm painted on his face, you were unsure if he was even capable of being anything but kind.

“Being the only woman in the entire army must be stressful,” Carwood continued, handing you a bottle of water he had taken out of his bag, “But you’re so much stronger than I think I’ll ever be.” You jut out your bottom lip in a pout and shook your head quickly, the dimly lit cab giving you more courage than you’d normally have.

“That’s not true, Lip,” you replied, placing a tender hand on his hand, “You’re incredibly brave, and dependable as well. We all look up to you, you know.” Carwood seemed to have softened at this, and leaned back in his seat.

“I’ve just been worried,” he replied, looking out the car window, “That I might let the men down. There must be a reason Dick sent us off, right?”

You were silent at first, before shrugging and tipping his chin to face you once more, “Maybe he just saw how well you took care of the men, he decided you had to take care of yourself too.”

Carwood bit his lip and nodded.

***

The hotel lights were bright yellow, much alike the lights all around Paris. It had been so long since you had stepped foot into a building so beautiful. As you and Carwood made your way to the room assigned to you, you trudged behind him, thinking about how this break was everything but that. You were anxious, dirty, and more tired than you were before you had gotten here.

He unlocked the door, turning on the lights as he stepped inside. Dragging your bag on the ground, you were closing the door behind you when you heard him inhale sharply. You turned to see something that might have made your day a thousand times worse. A blush crept on your cheeks and you muttered, yet again, the third curse of the day.

One bed.

“They must’ve saw the names and thought we were a couple,” Carwood said simply, ignoring the redness of your face, “Don’t worry, I’ll call up the front desk and arrange something.”

You sighed, sitting yourself on the bed as he phoned the receptionist. He fumbled around, trying his best to communicate in broken French. You were all only taught how to say a few words, most only used while in combat.

Carwood ran a hand through his hair, messing up the gel. He was frustrated, you thought to yourself, for the first time today.

He slammed the phone down and his shoulders dropped. Turning to you, he said, “So I can’t speak French.” You let out a quiet laugh, and he chuckled as well, “I can sleep on the floor.”

“This day couldn’t get any worse, huh?” you said, watching him set blankets on the floor for him to lie on. Carwood stayed quiet.

That night, as the two of you lay quietly, you realized you couldn’t sleep.

“Lip?” you said, hoping the man was still awake. He grunted in response. “I need to say something.”

You heard him move on the floor, and his head peeked up from the end of your bed. “Is something wrong?”

“I wanna thank you,” you said, sitting up as well and pulling your knees to your chest, “For being so patient and kind with me today.”

He squinted, shaking his head, “It was nothing, Y/N.”

“No, sir. It was,” you quickly interrupted, whispering, “I’m scared, Lip.”

“We all are, Y/N,” he said, rising up to sit beside you, “But we’re all proud of you for being so brave.”

You both sat there, the moon shining through the hotel window. “You’re a good leader, Carwood.” you said, and he turned to face you, a sad smile on his face.

“I hope so.”

“I know so.”

***

The sun shone through the curtains, nearly blinding you. Your hair was messed up, all spikes on your head. You stretched as your eyes adjusted to the light. Suddenly, you heard a snore, seeing your 1st sergeant in bed beside you.

Your eyes big, you sat up quickly, rousing him from his sleep. “Y/N?” he asked, looking at you hugging the blanket over your chest. “We must’ve fallen asleep,” he plainly said, running a hand over his face.

“I’m so sorry, Sir,” you said, chiding yourself in your head. You were in bed with Carwood, and you looked like a mess.

“What a great break this has been, huh?” he let out a laugh, and soon you were laughing along with him as well because of how awkward the situation was. “How about this, Y/N? When this is all over, I take you around Paris for real?”

You grinned, shutting your eyes and shaking your head. “I’d love that, as long as you promise to never speak of the past 24 hours to anyone.”

“I wouldn’t even dare.”

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ditch-witches · 4 years

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Insufferable (iii) - George MacKay x reader

(PART 1) (PART 2) (PART 4)

requested: yes/no (im still using the same request bye)

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"Hi! I've been reading your fics and I love them so much bc there's hardly any around. I was wondering if you take insta requests and if so can you do one with George and the reader are like enemies to loves and they have really cute moments but then end up fighting all the time and then it escalates and they end up having sEx and then get together or something bc I will THRIVE IF YOU DO!" ... "Is it bad if I want it long ass?"

pairing: George MacKay x reader

warnings: smut, angst

word count: 3,335

a/n: I feel like this is so vanilla and weepy. I M SO R R Y.

It had been a few days since what had happened in your apartment, but something had clicked into your mind. And it was George. You hadn't had the opportunity to really talk to him since the event, him being too wrapped up in the production and sidelining with the director, you too concentrated on the revamp of one of the costumes as well as scouts from major cinema companies sprinkled into the crowd of most of the shows. Sure, there was the occasional glance and in special cases, a wave but the wedge between the two had seemingly been growing since that night. Every time you did see him brought a sense of terror deep within you because you were now looking forward to getting an opportunity to speak to him. You wanted to vomit at the thought of ending up as another one of his groupies or the girls that longed for his attention. You hated that you couldn't just let the deed be a one-time thing and it meant nothing. Just as he said, "It's not a big deal."

Or at least you thought he had said that. Hadn't he?

You hadn't realized you were tearing up a program as the thought crossed your mind of if George had said it hadn't been a big deal or if it had. Someone snapped their fingers, pulling you out of your anxiety trance. You looked up to who had wanted your attention, your eyes falling on your very worried looking director. He was hemming a dress that had somehow gotten caught on a part of the set. It was ten minutes until the curtain call. "Have you seen George?" He called to you from his crouched position. You shook your head, furrowing your brows. "Be a dear and call him?"

"I don't have his number," you answered, walking towards him and dodging a few actors running across the stage to get to the dressing rooms. The director sighed, quickly shoving his cellphone at you and returning to the poor girl's dress. You did as you were told, the shock of your lead actor possibly flaking sent a chill down your back. You pressed a few buttons and the line began to ring. Your heart pounded in your ears and your eyes scanned the stage and you wandered into the backstage area, looking for George and his understudy. The phone continued to ring and you bit your lip. Where could he have gone? Was he in a closet somewhere with one of the stage girls?

The call dropped and you instantly redialed, heading back to where the director was. It was then that one of the back doors opened and George stepped in with a rather frustrated look on his face. The director sighed in relief, getting off of his knees and nodding at the girl before turning back to George. "Finally, I feel like I can shit solidly now. Go help him get ready, curtain in five," he stated to the both of you, shoving you in George's direction.

The two of you rushed to his dressing room, feverishly attempting to get his shirt buttoned and his suspenders on. "Where were you?" You asked, rubbing a bit of gel into your hands to fix his hair into place as he laced up his boots. "I almost had to fit Donny into your pants," you grumbled. He laughed dryly. This is when you noticed the small blot of lipstick on the side of his neck. You wet your thumb and rubbed at it and he avoided your eyes in the mirror, his expression tensing in a cringed effort at you finding the spot. "Busy I see," you joked, a small smile playing at your lips, despite the estranged sense of jealousy flaring up inside of you. "You were really going to miss the show for some pussy? Ouch," you tisked in disapproval.

George let out a soft laugh, sounding completely unlike him as he pulled his suspenders onto his shoulders and stood up. "It's not what you think." You were half expecting a smart-ass response from him. Whatever was on his mind seemed to be numbing his personality tonight.

"It's whatever. Just glad you didn't flake." You felt your humor faltering as he paused, his body remaining rather close to you. You could practically feel the warmth of his breath against your skin again and the touch of his lips. In the midst of the chaos, your nerves seemed to calm when you were this close to him. Maybe it was the sandalwood and lavender playing at your senses and the thought of the cabin in a field that set you at ease. Maybe it was just his presence finally bringing you comfort instead of intensity. His eyes danced across your face and you swore you saw him move towards you.

An abrupt knock on the door made both of you jump away from each other. Something seemed off about George and you couldn't put your finger on it. Maybe your energy around him was different and that was shaping him? You cleared your throat, pushing passed him and heading down the hall at a quicker pace. You heard George's strides behind you. "So, are you serious about that Mark guy?" He asked.

You furrowed your brows, looking over your shoulder momentarily as you wove in between people. "What's it to you?" You leered.

George tucked his shirt into the back of his pants and straightened his collar as he walked. "He's an ass."

"So are you?" You shot back, almost defensively.

You heard him scoff darkly before grabbing your arm as you walked, bringing your ear closer to him. "Didn't seem to think so the other night." You shook out of his grasp, rolling your eyes. You knew he would use that night against you. "I was thinking earlier," he began but you cut him off.

"Don't hurt yourself," you jested, your words coming out a bit meaner than you had meant them to sound. Why did he have lipstick on his neck?

He seemed to match your tone. "Well, I did and figured it out. I figured, maybe that's it, huh? You like it when guys treat you like shit?" Upon reaching the stage you whipped around to look at him. He was completely serious in his statement.

"What?" You snapped.

He crossed his arms. "You haven't spoken to me in a week, that's after I treated you like a human. Mark throws you to the side like garbage all the time and you're still fucking him. You're still inviting him to shows he couldn't give a fuck about and you're still giving him the time of day. Am I not good enough?"

"Are you serious right now?"

His mouth opened slightly before his jaw tensed. "Am I wrong?"

"You have no right to talk to me like that!"

"Why not? It's the only way you'll listen!"

You furrowed your brows, your fists clenching at your sides. "Where the fuck is this coming from?"

"I've had some time to think without your insufferable nagging," he barked. You were taken aback, words slipping from your mind. He must have noticed your twisted expression. "That came out wrong. I didn't mean that..." He chewed on the inside of his cheek, his eyes dropping from yours to the floor.

You rolled your eyes, your heart breaking into pieces as you felt small and vulnerable. "Whatever. Go get on stage," you stiffly mumbled. His words echoed into your head as his face seemed to grow into shame. Usually, when the two of you bickered, you didn't leave the conversation feeling disgusted with yourself and him. Your stomach was in knots and you wanted to cry. You cursed yourself for even considering feeling something for him. Your breathing deepened as tears began to well up behind your eyes and George's understudy approached the two of you.

"Seriously? He can show up five minutes before the show and still perform but everyone else gets kicked if they aren't here two hours early?" The two of you turned to him, George's arms falling to his sides as his shoulders squared. "Special treatment for a fuck, right?" It was like a slow-motion scene from a bad action movie. George inhaled sharply but before he moved, you took a swing at the boy, your fist coming in contact with his nose, a triumphant crack of bone echoing through the air. He didn't deserve to be hit but your anger overtook you. The understudy groaned, doubling over, and George wrapped his arm around you, pulling you away from him. The director stormed over to you, eyes widening. Reality seemed to come crashing down on you as he whisper yelled for you to leave, shoving George off of you and through the curtain to keep the show moving. You straightened yourself up and nodded, apologizing and taking your leave.

You no longer bothered with holding up your skirt as you trudge through the darkness, finally letting a tear slip from your eye. Maybe this was a good thing. It proved that George was wrong. You preferred when he treated you like you deserved even an ounce of respect. Who wouldn't? But most importantly, you wanted to vomit at the idea of throwing away something so important because you couldn't control your feelings over a guy. Your dream show was closing out tonight and you were walking home in your new dress, crying over George. He didn't even deserve to be cried over after saying what he had. But here you were. You came to an abandoned clearing and took a deep breath. "FUCK," you yelled into the air, rubbing your eyes with your hands and stopping to crouch down slightly.

When you were in grade school, George made his presence known to you. He would always bicker with you when he could or hang out with your older brother when he was supposed to pick you up. He dated your best friend and broke her heart in front of you. But he always told jokes that could bring you to tears. Him simply just existing around you had come to bring you to peace without even trying. It was like he was already so stitched into your life when he had become a more dominant character to you that you hadn't even realized he was really there. Was he right? Why were you settling for Mark?

You stood up quickly when you heard heavy footsteps running towards you. You furrowed your brows in the darkness, reaching into your bag for your mace. George jogged to stop you. "You need to cut that out. You know how many times I've almost pepper-sprayed you?" He chuckled at your joust, catching his breath.

"You fucking punched Donny," he stated unevenly, resting his hands on his knees.

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, fuck face. I was there." You leaned slightly to catch his eyes. "Did you run after me to tell me I have issues again?"

"No. I was going to tell you I miss your nagging."

You exhaled through your teeth, turning on your heel. "I'm going home."

"Come on, listen." You turned back, raising an eyebrow at him and crossing your arms. "I was there when your dad gave you your first screenplay. It was Judge Dredd." You tilted your head, asking his point. "Your dad asked us---your brother and I---what he should get you that year. It was my suggestion."

"So?"

"I don't know how to say this without sounding like a stalker but I've loved you since I met you. And I know weird shit about you because for some reason I can't get you out of my head." He straightened up as he spoke. He seemed like he hadn't meant to tell you, but nodded to himself. "Yeah," he sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "I love you."

You rolled your eyes. "Give me a break, George. It's been a long night."

He reached out for you. "I know you love me too." You looked up at him lazily. "I know you do. I feel it every time we're together. Shit, even when you're screaming at me, I know."

"Why the fuck would you say that shit about me then?"

"I freaked myself out. I overthought everything that happened that night. After we didn't talk, that is." You huffed. "I mean, in all honesty, I don't like going down on girls usually but I enjoyed you," a lightness had returned to his voice.

You scoffed. "Stop bringing it up!"

"I can't help it." You shook your head at his words. "Tell me I'm wrong about how you feel about me." You furrowed your brows, unable to find a response in your head. Tonight was a rarity in you being literally speechless, both accounts happening with the same man in front of you. Your head swam with a million thoughts at once and all you wanted is for then to settle. You took a few steps to close the gap between you finally, your hand reaching up to wrap around the back of his neck and pull him down to you. Your lips crashed against his, stunning him momentarily before you felt him relax against you, his arms snaking around you to pull you closer to him. The smell of his cologne was a safe haven, infiltrating your brain and quieting the noise. His lips against yours left you with only him to think about. His hand moved to cup your face, wanting to eliminate all possible space between the two of you.

You broke away from him, his arms still around you as you hovered inches from his face, looking up into his eyes. "What now?" You mumbled. He barely moved an inch to shrug. "Should we fuck?"

"I'd be okay with that..." he answered, and before you knew it, you were falling onto George's bed as he climbed over you, slipping his jacket off of his shoulders.

Each kiss sent warmth throughout your body. His lips drew patterns across your skin; different from your birthday gift when George was seemingly rushed. He had all the time in the world to take care of you tonight. Maybe it was the way he had---almost effortlessly---said he loved you that drove you into his arms. Like it was already second nature to him but foreign and... a relief. You sighed as he hesitated before nipping at the skin of your collarbones. You drove your hands into his hair, your fingers locking around the slight curls forming after the rain. He sat off of you, letting you turn to settle on top of him, your hands reaching for your zipper as you straddle him. He watched your movements carefully, drinking the sight of you in like you were the last thing he wanted to see before the world ended. You pulled your dress over your head, your hair falling out of the elaborate mess you had previously braided it into to cascade around your bare shoulders.

He sat up to press his lips against yours again like he had been away from you for years, his hands resting on your thighs lightly before brushing up your back to settle in your hair. You worked at undoing his buttons, breaking the kiss momentarily to focus on your work, giggling slightly as his breath feathered over your shoulder. Your hands ran across his chest to hook into his suspenders, pulling them off before stripping him of the shirt as well. His hands settled on your hips, moving you to grind against his lap. You moaned into his shoulder, your arms wrapping around him. His hand reached up to rest against your jaw, bringing your lips back to his. You pushed him back on the bed, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear as you fumbled with George's belt buckle, the thought crossing your mind that technically you were about to fuck Charlie. You slid his pants down his legs, climbing back into his lap.

His lips settled on your chest, unclipping your bra and taking one of your breasts in his hand. How many times had he thought of being with you in this way? Had he planned out the way he wanted to touch you? "Stop thinking..." he mumbled, his lips gently pressing against your neck with his arms wrapping around you to pull you beneath him.

"If I stop thinking I'm going to forget what I'm doing."

George chuckled, placing a kiss on your lips. "And then what?"

"I don't know. I'll bite you or something," you joked, kissing his jaw as he smirked.

"I like biting," he leered. You laughed, wrapping a leg around him to pull him against you.

"Dream on, lover boy," you grumbled. He smiled into your kiss and you seemed to relax. His hips dug into yours, the friction bringing a lazy smile to your face as you bit your lip. You tugged on his hair, making him moan into your ear to mix with his motions. "I want you, George," you stated, your voice falling from your lips in a slightly deeper tone, your breathing uneven with passion. He moved to look into your eyes, pausing for a moment before his hand slid between your waistband and your hip to remove your underpants.

He smirked slightly, his lips finding your neck once again. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear that," he practically growled.

You tugged at his boxers. "Shut up, stalker." He chuckled, before pressing into you, filling you up like he was built for you. You hummed slightly, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as he began to move. He gripped onto the edge of the mattress beside your head as he leaned his weight on his forearm. You wrapped your arm around his shoulder, bringing your hips up to move with his.

He pressed a kiss behind your ear, the tenderness of the action making your toes curl. "You're so beautiful..." he mumbled, his lips brushing against your collarbones again as his thrusts into you became deeper. You were slowly beginning to realize they were his favorite part of your body. You wrapped yourself around him, rolling the mess of the two of you so you were perched on top of him once again. His expression of mild excitement made you quirk an eyebrow in his direction. His eyes lit up as his hands ran the length of your thighs.

You chuckled slightly, swirling your hips against him. "Sub," you jeered.

He groaned at your teasing, slapping your ass mockingly as you moved. "You like it," he quipped. You bit back a laugh, hushing him by covering his mouth.

"You talk too much." Your comment made him groan against your hand. He held onto your hips, moving you at a quicker speed and pulling himself deeper into you, drawing you towards him. Your hand pressed into the mattress, fingers curling around the sheets as George pulled you down to him again, his lips melding to yours. You groaned, finding your sweet spot as he did so and picking up your pace again. The veins in his neck tightened, indicating that he was approaching his own climax. A few more thrusts and you were straightening up, your hands in your hair as a rush of pleasure spread through your body, the knot deep within you unraveling. George's head tilted back as you felt him release inside of you. Your actions slowed, realizing just how tired you actually were. George exhaled deeply, pulling you into his arms. You relaxed against him as he placed a kiss to your temple, another action that demonstrated just how much he cared for you. As he tugged the sheets around the two of you and began drifting off to sleep, a content grin playing on his lips lazily, you found a pang of newfound guilt weighing in your stomach.

#george mackay #george mackay x reader #george mackay imagines #george mackay smut #george #1917 #1917 imagines #imagines

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thelostandforgottenangel · 5 years

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Bad Day

It was easy to tell when you walked into the lair that something wasn't right for instance the normally relaxed atmosphere was suddenly chaotic and the yelling coming from the dojo was more then less surprising or at least it was until you heard the angry voice of the genius turtle yelling right back

Donatello never yelled rarely did he raise his voice unless something was really wrong or Mikey had once again broken something in his lab

Before you could call out to let the turtles know you were there something - or someone hit the floor and Donnie was storming through the living area growling and muttering under his breath as he headed for the lab, caution told you not to follow if he was in that bad a mood to actually be raising his voice would he even want your company

That thought left your mind as you realized your feet were moving anyways the door was still open so stepping inside you saw the normally chaotic and messy room was completely clean and organized nothing out of place nothing sitting on the desk his collection of coffee mugs gone and every surface wiped clean, and right there in the center of it was Donatello pacing furiously looking angrier than you had ever seen him in all the time you had known the four Mutant Turtles

You now could see the problem and why he was so pissed off to begin with

After months of hearing Leonardo's threat to straighten up the lab due to his impulsive need for cleanliness your best guess was while Donnie was either sleeping or out checking the security system the leader of the group had recruited the other two brothers and possibly their friends and had cleaned the entire lab spotless. Everything was organized to Leo's liking and you had to admit the room looked good but you knew Donnie; you also knew everything even out of place was organized to him it didn't matter what it was the genius knew exactly where to find it when he needed it and from just glancing you could see he had been searching for something that he can now no longer find

Although you couldn't hear words it was very clear his anger was being expelled in harsh words and filthy names against his brothers small angry clicks and chirps in his secret language we're being vocalized, he wasn't making any sense yet you ignored all thoughts and reasoning that bothering him right then was a bad idea stepping towards him calling out his name in a sweet tone, barely the heat of your hand near his skin as you reached out then instantly you were against him in a tight grasp his breathing coming out as hisses has he muttered and cursed louder before you were in his arms pressed firmly against his chest as he kissed you hard and in a way you had yet to experience from him, his body shaking from the anger as he suddenly lifted your body placing you on the closest desk roughly his hands cupping both sides of your face and a good portion of your neck from the size difference so lost in the kiss it didn't even matter if you were in trouble or not

You two had been friends for the longest time ever since you had met the turtles and quite recently both of you had just started to explore the fact that even with denying it you had feelings for one another this wasn't something that had become a planned subject you would only kissed once but In the heat of the moment there was no way to say no or order him to stop not when you wanted it bad

Your clothes regrettably didn't stand a chance

His lips didn't leave yours as he shredded them from your body which he instantly started to touch and squeeze groaning softly at the feeling of soft skin under his palms roughly swiping one hand sending the organized pens and pencils in small containers, papers stacked neatly, folders and anything on the desk went flying to the floor with no care as he pushed the smaller body back undoing his pants with one hand as your tiny hands kept him in place pushing the suspenders off his shoulders his glasses were already off his face probably laying somewhere on the ground as you started to respond to his sudden actions

The biggest pet peeve you had and something that had made him fall for you was him keeping his mask on constantly even around bedtime but one finger hooked through the cloth and the mask was around his neck your hands coiling into it pulling him down on top of you, a growl like nothing you had ever heard before rumbled his chest as he entered you fast and with no warning every solid inch of his impressingly massive length not only filled but stretched you wide in one thrust both of you letting out a chorus of pleasured sounds

Your body was ready for him just from the rough beginning but there was still a gasped cry and the arching of your hips as he started to hammer into the wet heat that enveloped him groaning and grunting wildly as he took every bit of frustration out on the smaller form beneath him your lips were bruising from the intensity of his passion, your hips would likewise probably be discolored as well but this was new and so interesting you didn't have the clear thinking consciousness to tell him to stop nor did you give a flying fuck

The genius never lost his cool never showed frustration even when he was about to lose his mind, he never did anything like this but damn you were loving it!

His hands slipped down your body as his teeth bit into your lower lip feeling his touch over your chest pulling a needy groan from his throat as he squeezed both breasts wantonly then slipping down your belly until both legs were over his arms leaving you wide open and defenseless just as his hips started to gain more ferocity in thrusting his growling almost feral as he marked your skin repeatedly dark red developed under his mouth before he moved again to latch onto another spot of soft silken pale skin, a helpless cry ripped from your lungs echoing through the room and possibly outside due to the door was still standing wide open before his name was being chanted loudly almost like a plea for more

It was as if your voice almost snapped him out of his anger for a moment his hips faltered as you reached down finding his pants undone but still hanging on his hips grinning as your fingers found the straps of his suspenders winding them around your wrist and hand the moment he seem to almost stop but a firm tug shoved him in completely trembling wildly as he was forced inside until you were positive you could feel him all the way up to your stomach if it was even remotely possible screaming out happily the turtle's hips started to move once more going deeper than before as you guided him in what you desired

For a moment the thought of him flipping the desk with his wild movements entered your mind until his body was leaned over you one hand at your neck lightly squeezing growling out you were his as he throbbed inside that tight coil while the other found purchase on the top part of his desk holding it in place as he thrusted and pounded into the now soaked center of his mate leaving nowhere for her to go but take the full brunt of his needs

The burning knot that pulled in your stomach told not only you your body was reaching its limit but the tight coil that was pulsing around Donatello's still moving cock told him to let you have it, there was no movement from him that you saw but instantly your body was yanked further down the desk bottom half hanging off the edge as he shoved your legs higher onto his shoulders moaning wildly his hips pounded him deep keeping him seated in your womb grinning has your hands pulled him closer by tugging on his suspenders, the throb growing more painful by the second as both grew closer to the finish

He knew his body well and the moment he felt the heat boiling at his base he knew he wouldn't last much longer wanting to get every bit of pleasure he could he forced your legs open wide meeting your eyes as he growled out your name softly then raised as his hips started to move sloppy his thrusts uneven yet stronger than ever having never felt anything so good he was growing closer by the second

"C-Cumming... Fuck I'm cumming! Oh fuck- I gotta-" his hands quickly landed on the desk trying to pull himself up to pull out of the woman under him once he felt his cock throb and pulse just before he orgasmed almost pulling completely out; what he hadn't been expecting was the second he stood up straight your hands we're still tangled in his suspenders, the feeling of him pulling out of you just as your orgasm washed over your senses made you pull him forward again not knowing just how close he was having not believed his words

He underestimated your strength and before he could do anything the strong pull from you shoved him completely back in all the way up to the hilt as your legs hooked behind his shell, that one move sent him over into one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever felt his hands snapped to your hips shoving you down fully as he roared out his finish

The heat of his hot cum suddenly filled your insides before you were screaming out at the top of your lungs one hand moving to his chest plate trying to keep him from going too deep but it was too late he rode out his climax roughly spilling every ounce of his seed into your waiting womb your eyes rolling back as his grip tightened keeping your hips elevated as he made you his churring as if he was in heat

It felt like it took forever but finally the genius turtle's grasp on your hips eased leaving him panting and groaning before he fell back landing in his chair pulling you with him both of you breathing hard. Still in the cusp of your second orgasm that had crashed through you like a tsunami wave your eyes watering and your tongue hung out between your lips, shuttering and twitching against his chest completely flushed and still filled to the brink with his hot load and his hard length keeping it all in place

A soft relaxed chuckle left Donatello's lips as he clutched his chairs arms leaned back ever-so-slightly keeping your limp body safely against his as he finally looked down at you "Hey there love - what brings you down here"

Even with as tired as you were and how completely wiped your mind was in that very moment you still manage to smile shaking your head unsure why you had came down to visit anymore hoping that after a small breather and hopefully with his help maybe you could remember that and maybe your own name

@bloody-dark-shells03 @fyreball66 @lonelyheart-clubband got off work early and this has been bouncing around in my head for the last 2 weeks so couldn't help it I do apologize and I hope you all enjoy... 🤣😂💕

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #donatello #tmnt x reader

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self-proclaimed-chaotic-good · 5 years

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Growing Old With You | Ted “Theodore” Logan x Reader (Oneshot)

Trope Prompt: Wedding

Words: 1268

Fandom: Bill & Ted

Summary: Wedding Singer AU. You and Ted are both engaged, but to the wrong people.

Never in a million years did Ted think he would be chasing after the girl of his dreams at an airport to stop her from marrying another guy. Since high school, he always thought that Elizabeth was it for him, but she thought otherwise.She only stuck around because she thought that Wyld Stallyns would eventually make it big so she could finally leave San Dimas. She wanted more than the wedding singer that Ted had become. He really should have known better.

You were different. You were kind, considerate, smart, and beautiful. You loved collecting records and sitting by the window. You loved to sit through the Wyld Stallyns’ rehearsals and give constructive feedback and encouraged him in trying to write original music.

Why were you marrying someone like Donaka Mark? Ted wondered this ever since he met him, even after knowing how he’d check other women out and cheat on you, he actually believed that you were marrying him for money.

When he finally got over Elizabeth and accepted his feelings for you, he had actually tried to get a boring mundane job at a bank. That had definitely not gone to plan and when you had asked why he had done it. He just snapped and yelled in your face. Next thing he knew it, you were on a flight to Las Vegas to have your wedding there.

You sat in the cramped airplane next to the aisle, your elbow getting rammed into each time the flight attendant passed by. Donny had preferred the window seat, saying that his limbs were too long to sit on the aisle seat. The longer you sit there, the more you were wondering why you were going through this. You thought you loved him, but then you met Ted Logan, who was nothing like Donny.

Ted was bubbly, kind-hearted, talented, and attentive. You remembered stopping by Bill’s place and meeting Joana and Missy, Bill’s step-mom that had strangely gone to high school with them. You asked them how they knew if they were in love.

“It just feels right, you know” Bill said, looking at Joana lovingly.

“And it’s not just about what you feel about them, it’s what they make you feel about yourself,” Joana added, “What about you, Ted?”

Ted thought for a moment. “I just think… you know when someone remembers your favorite ice cream or they buy you that new Van Halen record that you’ve been wanting or just knowing when something’s wrong with you, I think that’s love, right?”

“I agree, it’s the little things that count,” you said, nodding. Ted smiled at you and you couldn’t help but smile back. “Someone you want to grow old with.”

The day that your wedding dress came in, you tried it on and stare at yourself in the mirror. It didn’t feel right. Mrs. (Y/n) Mark. Mrs. Donaka Mark. It wasn’t clicking for you. What if… Mrs. (Y/n) Logan. Mrs. Ted Logan.

“Hi, I’m Mrs. Ted Logan, nice to meet you,” you said to the mirror with a genuine smile, “Hi, I’m Mrs. Logan.”

And you were so close to telling Ted your feelings about him, too, after your short fight, but his fiancee came back and it just felt like you should give up. He’s back with Elizabeth and you still were engaged with Donny. You were so upset when you found out about it, you immediately went to Donny and told him that you wanted to get married in Vegas.

You tried to settle down in your seat and sleep for the rest of the flight when there was an announcement from the speakers.

“Good afternoon, everyone. We're flying at 26,000 feet, moving up to 30,000 feet, and we've got clear skies all the way to Las Vegas. Right now, we're bringing you some in-flight entertainment. One of our first class passengers would like to sing you a song inspired by one of our coach passengers. And since we let our first class passengers do, pretty much whatever they want, here he is…”

Guitar strums began to flood the couch cabin from the first class passenger, making everyone curious of who it was. A man behind you even asked his friend if that was Van Halen speaking earlier. Then, a familiar voice began to sing.

“I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad,

Carry you around when your arthritis is bad,

All I wanna do is grow old with you,

I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches,

Build you a fire if the furnace breaks,

Oh, it could be so nice, growing old with you…”

You cover your mouth in disbelief, tears forming in your eyes, when you realized that that voice could be Ted. But how? And why? Thirty thousand feet in the air and he was actually here in the same plane as you?

The curtain that separated couch and first class parted, revealing Ted in a white suit and a bow tie playing one of his old guitars, his warm brown eyes landing on you and it was the most welcoming sight you’ve ever seen. He smiled and continued to strum, making sure you know that the song was for you.

“I'll miss you,

Kiss you,

Give you my coat when you are cold,

Need you,

Feed you,

Even let you hold the remote control…”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his lyrics. It was then when Donny woke up and took in the situation, seeing everyone’s attention on Ted as his eyes never left yours. You placed your hands on your chest, your heart beating rapidly as you smiled.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Donny muttered angrily, noticing that your eyes had hearts in them.

He got up from his seat to approach Ted. A flight attendant appeared to intercept, blocking his path with a serving cart. He growled in frustration, cutting through the middle row to get around and almost tripping as the other passengers complained. Once he reached the other aisle, Van Halen appeared with another serving cart.

“You better get out of the way, Van Halen, you have nothing to do with this. You’re going to get hurt,” Donny warned.

A tall man towered over Donny and glared down at him. “Don’t you dare talk to Van Halen like that.”

Donny threw a punch at him, but he easily grabbed his fist and pushed him away. Donny backed up, trying to find another way to get to Ted, when he was pushed into the bathroom, the door blocked by the serving cart. He cursed under his breath, kicking and slamming the door.

Ted slowly approached you and continued to sing.

“So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink,

Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink,

Oh, I could be the man who grows old with you,

I wanna grow old with you.”

He knelt next to you as he finished the song. The passengers began to whistle and cheer, but you didn’t pay much attention to them when Ted was here.

“That was so beautiful,” you whispered, trying to keep the tears at bay.

Ted smiled shyly. “I have a most excellent confession to make,” he whispered back, “that song was about you.” Your face broke into a large smile as you let out a watery laugh. “I’m in love with you.”

“And I am so in love with you.”

Never in a million years did Ted think that he would be marrying the girl of his dreams. Someone he could grow old with.

#writersmonth2019 #Ted Theodore Logan x Reader #Ted Logan x Reader #Bill & Ted #bill and ted's excellent adventure #Ted Logan imagines #Oneshot #Wedding Singer AU #Keanu Reeves #keanu reeves imagines

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taterjoseph · 5 years

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Pretty Brown Eyes

Killmonger x OC fic

This will have info that may be triggering to people who have been victims of SA. It's nothing graphic, but it is mentioned. Son of that triggers you, you may not be the right reader for this.

There were many times that Zion Brown thought that she would be nowhere in life. She thought she would be no one going nowhere doing nothing, coasting through a sea of nobodies. This was just the way she was raised, everything that she had been taught.

Growing up on the Southside of Chicago, she had seen a lot. Most children didn't have many, if any worries, but she was not so lucky. With a mother on drugs, an absent father, and no other family to call their own, she and her siblings had it rough. Being the eldest of her five siblings, she had somehow become a second mother to them. It was so much more than someone so young should experience, but she would often wear it with pride.

She was mature, she was getting that early life experience she would need to become a functioning adult, making her mark on the world. No matter how much her mother would scream obscenities at her, throw plates at the wall, and tell her that she would never be anything, she never believed her.

That was, until everything went wrong.

By the time she had turned fifteen, four of her siblings had been taken out of her mother's custody by their fathers, and the only ones left were she and her brother. As a result of it all, she became very depressed and a bit of a problem child. Six months into her junior year of high school, she dropped out to work full time after they were threatened to be evicted from their apartment. She hadn't seen her mother in several weeks, and not wanting her brother to become a ward of the state, she made the best decision for him.

They found her mother’s body three weeks after her nineteenth birthday. She was lying face down in a puddle in a deserted alleyway. They said that they'd found enough drugs in her system to take out a man twice her size. It was simply assumed that she had overdosed, and her case was closed. Her brother was sixteen, in his sophomore year of high school. She'd gotten the call to come and identify the body, and it was a surprisingly detached moment for her. She didn't remember feeling anything, it was almost as if she were hovering over her body and watching the event take place. Then, there was the matter of telling her brother. He'd cried for hours, cried for a few more days, and then Social services came knocking.

Shed fought tooth and nail every step of the way to get her brother back, to make sure he came home and wasn't lost to the system, but every Judge told her the same thing, that she was too young to take care of him. Eventually, he was adopted by a well to do family, but they made it clear that she would likely never see him again, as they lived overseas.

After the dust had settled and she was in the process of finding a new job, she met her father. It was a bit of a surreal experience. She’d had so many dreams of what type of man he would be, none of them particularly nice. Shed assumed that he was a drug dealer or a pimp, but she was pleasantly surprised that he was a pastor. He'd been trying to contact her mother for years to let him see her, and every time, her mother refused to allow him anywhere near her, and she found that she had her reasons.

When she was a young girl growing up in some backwoods town of rural Georgia, her mother was being molested by a deacon at the church. She told her family about it, but they simply labeled her as fast and told her that if she told anyone what had happened, she would shame the family. It carried on until she was an adult, and when she turned eighteen, she began actively looking for a way out. She’d become fed up with it when she got pregnant with Zion and set out to Chicago, Illinois to become a blues singer. That career hadn't played out as well as shed hoped, and before she knew it, she was a single mother to six children with no job and no money. She turned to drinking, drinking led to drugs, and the rest was history.

Picking everything up and moving to Oakland to be near her father’s side of the family was hard. She didn’t know anyone, and her cousins the same age as her were far past that, “Oooo, a new family member,” phase, and many of her aunts and uncles didn't seem to like her. This went on for months before she just… snapped. They were at a family barbecue and if she was honest, it was one of the best and worst days of her life.

…

“Zion!” At the sound of her father’s voice, Zion Brown looked up from the book in her lap to see what he wanted. It had been three months since she had arrived in Oakland, and if she was completely honest, it was odd. She was always surrounded by people, always being questioned about what her future plans were, why she didn’t comb her hair, anything you could think of, she’d been asked.

It really bothered her when she was questioned about her hair. Her hair was sacred, it was the one true freedom she had in life. It had taken her years to reverse the damage that had been done to her hair, from one bad relaxer to the next. It was her way of rebellion, to damage the one thing her mother worked so hard on.

Always take care of your hair, it is a crown and you must wear it to show others that you are, and forever will be, a queen.

That was the one good thing that her mother told her, that no matter what anyone said, her hair was beautiful, and nothing could change that. It had been years since her mother had said it, and she held it close to her heart.

Today was a special day, or so her father had told her. His mother had decided to fly from Georgia to California to see her, and her father was having a barbecue to celebrate. The whole family would be there, including her Uncle Terry.

Uncle Terry was one of those people he said what he wanted with no thought to the consequences of his words. She had taken to actively avoiding him when he made the comment that her father should get a second DNA test done for her because “my brother has never laid with whores”. He was a deacon at the church her father preached at, and she went out of her way to not go when he was there, which was every Sunday.

“Yes, Gerald?” He looked at her and smiled, opening his arms for a hug, her eyes going to his, “Hug the Chef” apron. Clearing her throat, she looked over at the table, eyes widening at all the meat spread across it. He awkwardly dropped his arms as she looked around at decorations and many things that filled the room. It kind of felt like she figured a birthday party would be like.

“You've never had a birthday party?!” She looked up, not realizing that she had spoken aloud. Rubbing her arm, she shrugged, coming up with some excuse that even she herself didn’t listen to before escaping back to her room.

When the family arrived, everything was going in full swing. Cousins were laughing, the card tables were out, aunties were gathered in circles, reminiscing about the old days, and her father and a few uncles we're surrounding the grill, arguing about the best way to prepare the meat for everyone. There were so many people around, living the black experience in its simplest form, yet she felt more out of place than ever. This was her father’s family, her family, but she felt like a stranger.

When her grandmother arrived, she was immediately swarmed by family members, and Zion found herself stepping back to allow others to see their grandmother. Her father said that she hadn’t come to visit the family in years due to her health, and going back to Georgia and living with their eldest sibling, her uncle Donnie, was the best option for her. Now, she was better and could visit just in time to see her newest granddaughter.

She’d tried to speak with the woman several times throughout the event, but every time, someone would pull her to the side. When one of her cousins told his mother that she’d tried to talk to her grandmother before she cut in, the woman looked at her, rolled her eyes, and went back to talking to her mother as if nothing had been said.

“Hey, Myrah!” Her Uncle Terry’s voice cut through the crowd and she felt annoyed immediately. He had been there all day and ignored her the entire time, and now, he was bothering her.

She had begun feeling anxious the entire day due to the crowds, and her usual breaks from people weren’t working, so she dug in her pockets for her anxiety medication, as she could feel an attack coming on. As she was tipping the bottle over, she felt a sharp pain in her hand, causing her to drop the entire bottle, her pills all landing in a puddle from when Gerald watered the bushes.

As her uncle yelled words she couldn’t truly hear at her, grabbing onto her hand and holding in a vice grip, she felt her body begin to react in the one way that it seemed to know how when sudden things got out of her control. Panic.

First, she looked around for a way out, but everywhere she looked, she just saw people looking at her, judging her, probably thinking that they were better than her. She instinctively patted down her sides, looking for her bottle, before she remembered what had just happened.

She could see her father turning to see what was going on at the grill, but he would never make it in time to stop her from attacking the older man, landing on top of him until they were nothing but an entanglement of limbs. She bit, scratched and kicked for as long as she could until a pair of arms around her waist yanked her off of the older man. She began to fight until the person had let her go before bolting, running away as fast as her feet could carry her. Everything else after that moment was a bit hazy.

When she had finally calmed down, she found herself in an unfamiliar place, a man standing over her with a rather intense expression on his face. She jumped, but he held his arms out, showing her that he meant no harm.

He was handsome, that much was sure. If she was correct in her guessing, she and he were likely around the same age, him maybe a year or two older than her. He had dark skin, pretty brown eyes, and a low cut fade. His lips were also lovely and they looked pillow soft

“Hey,” he said softly, approaching her slowly. Looking around, she realized that she was in what she really hoped was his house, laid across a futon. Sitting up, she went to stand, but she fell back down as her ankle exploded in pain, causing her to hiss loudly as she leaped into her other foot.

”You fell on your foot when you climbed my fence. Then, you tried to get up and run some more.” She felt her cheeks heating as she lifted her ankle to examine it, cringing to see that it was swollen, having had turned several colors. It was a miracle that it wasn't broken, as swollen as it was.

”My dad’s probably so worried, I need to go.” He looked around for something, kissing his teeth, mumbling that someone named Rodney must've taken it. Sighing, he turned to where his back, his naked back, faced her.

When she didn't move, he rolled his eyes, looking back at her.

”Climb on. Imma take you home.” She was too shocked to come up with an excuse as to why she wasn't going to do it, simply wrapping her arms around his shoulders and allowing him to lift her with ease. She wasn't the smallest thing around, so she was rather impressed with his strength.

After locking his door and everything, the two of them set off her occasionally giving directions when she finally realized where she was. She’d run quite a while, there was no telling how fast she was going if she was as panicked as he remembered her being.

”It's this left,” she said as she propped herself up on his shoulders, showing a rather large house, complete with the white picket fence and everything one would imagine when they thought of the perfect home. She felt him tense underneath her, causing her to look down and see what was wrong, but he brushed her off and continued in.

When they got on the porch, she reached out and gave the door three sharp knocks, the sound of hurried footsteps filling the hallway. Her dad threw the door open and came face to chest with Erik, his eyes widening as she urged him to go in, leaving the stunned man in their former.

Turning and facing her dad was hard. He looked absolutely livid, and she opened her mouth to say that she was sorry for running off, but she noticed his gaze was on Erik. Clearing her throat, she stuck out her hand towards him.

”Thanks for helping me out and carrying back home. I don't know how I would've fared if it weren't for you.” he gave her a tight-lipped smile, nodding his head in her direction. Turning to her dad, she saw that his expression had softened substantially. She pulled herself onto her feet, wincing as she limped towards him, wrapping her arms around his middle. He recovered from his shock immediately, pulling her into his tight embrace. It was their first hug, so she figured it was alright, all things considered.

“Thank you, Erik. I don’t know what I would’ve done if she hadn’t come home. Hell, I had half a mind to call the police and search every block in a five-mile radius.” The guy-Erik-smiled, waving goodbye to the two of them as she turned to thank him again.

…

Always take care of your hair, it is a crown and you must wear it to show others that you are, and forever will be, a queen.

Well now, the queen had been dethroned.

She’d remembered when it happened, why it happened, the moment she realized that she had gone to too but by that point, she was unreachable by logic. One minute she was staring into the mirror, and the next moment, she had a pair of scissors and half her hair was gone.

She’d quit her job.

That was what happened, she’d quit her job. All because she refused to sleep with her boss and threatened to call the police on him for harassing her. He’d cornered her while she was in the janitor’s closet, hunting for paper towels. He said things about how he’d always thought she was attractive, and he saw that she noticed him, too. The whole time, she was pushing his chest to create space in between the two of them.

She had been so frightened that she did the first thing she could think of and elbowed him in the face. She ran and screamed bloody murder until one of her coworkers stopped her. When she explained what happened, the woman went to grab her phone to call the police, but he stopped them, threatening to have both of them taken to jail for assaulting him, bragged about how he would just get a slap on the wrist and they would be in serious trouble. Him, a white man in corporate America, was going to have two of his black employees arrested after he assaulted one of them. At that moment, she was so fed up that she quit on the spot, grabbing her purse and storming out, her coworker saying that she would have his job, as her husband was the owner of the company and despised both racism and sexual harassment.

“Look at you.” She looked up to see him standing in the doorway. Tears began running down her face, not because he looked at her like she was a nutcase, but the way he smiled at her. When he walked up behind her, he simply placed a kiss on her temple, pulling her into his strong embrace and letting her cry.

She wished she could say that she was a pretty crier, but that wasn’t the case. She was an absolute mess, much like she was when her father died several months before. It was all raccoon eyes, runny nose, legs giving away from under her, ugly crying.

“I quit my job.” They were lying in bed, his calloused fingers running over her newly fixed hair. He’d taken the time to get out his clippers and cut her hair. When she’d made a pathetic joke about her looking like a man, he smiled and said she was the prettiest nigga in Oakland, second only to him.

“I know.” She opened her mouth to tell him what had happened, but he shushed her, leaning down and placing a kiss on her lips. Pillow soft, just as she’d always predicted.

“You don’t have to tell me, Zi. Because it took everything I had in me not to go to that job and lose my mind. Hearing it from Jay isn’t the same as hearing it from you, and if I hear it from you, there is nothing you say to stop me from finding him. So don’t tell me.” She nodded, laying her head in the crook of his neck.

“I love you, Erik,” she said, feeling herself falling asleep, surrounded by his scent.

“I love you too, Baby,” he said, running his fingers up and down her spine, lulling her into a comfortable sleep, free from the stresses of the day.

#black panther #black panther imagine #blackpanther #erik killmonger #erik stevens #killmonger x reader #erik killmomger #erik stevens imagine #erik stevens x reader #erik killmonger x reader #killmonger x oc #erik killmonger x oc

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OB Rewatch: Guillotines Decide

Pretty sure I used this shot for my first watch review, as well. It’s just too good.

You can read my first watch review, in which I wonder about Delphine’s shirt and her purpose at Rachel’s hotel, here: https://lobsters-on-their-heads.tumblr.com/post/163602794911/guillotines-decide

I loved

Cozy domestic Cophine. We need more of that.

Delphine getting a compliment from Siobhan in front of four members of clone club, including Cosima.

Both shots of Delphine in the hallway

Dude. DUDEEEEE, check it out! Delphine has the same gray shoulder bag here that she has in the elevator scene with Rachel in 2x10.

Since we know she didn’t take it to the island with her, I like to think Cosima got it from her apartment or something and saved it. There’s a ficlet idea in there somewhere.

Felix seeing Cosima again for the first time since she got her cure.

Adele - “Are you gonna get dressed?”

Sarah - “I am dressed.” #relatable

Speaking of Adele, I love her calling out Sarah. “She's thinking about your brother. Are you?” Because of course Sarah can't be happy for Felix for a day.

Delphine and Felix – a pairing we need to see WAY more of, as well. “I don't know Felix, maybe it's because we are up to something.” Indeed.

This shot. Look at those puppy eyes:

Felix's transition from reacting to Sarah's news about Ferdinand to shoving her into the gallery. Because he was totally right, it wasn't the time to be talking about any of that shit.

I usually hate watching people in embarrassing or cringe-worthy positions, but I LOVED seeing Ferdinand when he realized the flashdrive was empty.

Siobhan being such a mom at Felix's art opening, cheering the loudest, taking pictures or videos or both. Siobhan is the perfect example of a supportive parent of queer kids.

I did love Felix's Galaxy of Women speech. (And here’s a shameless pitch for the fic named after it: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11836590 )

Siobhan, regarding Rachel, to Ferdinand, “She just.. wasn't that into you.”

The scene at the laptop, even without knowing that Tat wasn’t supposed to cry. (also interesting to note that it’s Delphine’s laptop, not Cosima’s)

I liked

Kira's shirt has a great message for a show about clones.

Nice to have Gracie saying “after they cut out her tongue,” as Helena scraped her butter knife against the edge of the plate. It’s the little details that make this show so great.

Donnie offering Ezra a glass of champagne and then, realizing he didn't have any more, offering his bearded companion a napkin.

So, the “You own me” line. I am totally okay with it ON THE CONDITION that these two have had a long conversation prior to this scene in which any “ownership” or “belonging” is completely, 100% mutual. Like, Delphine said something about Cosima owning her or some shit like that, so it's bidirectional. Otherwise, it's terrible phrasing considering Cosima's issues with ownership at Dyad.

“I smell Neo shit!” oh, Helena

I didn’t like

I didn't need the drawn out scene of a doctor sewing up Rachel's eye. She could have just as easily collapsed in front of the elevator, then woken up bandaged. It was gore for the sake of gore, not for any kind of character development.

The opening scene lacks any sort of cliff-hangey punch to lead up into the credits.

There was a editorial or directorial slip when Felix starts off talking to Cosima about why she can't come, whichall people will be there, and then “you can totally come later if you want,” and then SARAH answers, “I do wanna come.” Sarah, no one asked you.

And Gracie's still around. It would have been better to have the scene with her and Helena first, and then show Mark on the island AFTER Gracie tells Helena that he's dead.

Don't like Siobhan brushing Sarah aside, especially since it was, I believe, JUST last episode that Siobhan was getting ready to storm Dyad with a couple of hand guns. I mean, she finally does say, “You're right, we can't stand down,” but it's very dismissive.

I don't like the line “it made me sick to work with the man who killed MK.” Just rubs me the wrong way. Not the sentiment, but the placement. Up until that point, as far as the audience was concerned, Delphine might’ve had no idea MK ever existed. And anyway, Delphine had reason to hate Ferdinand without knowing about MK (though poor MK’s situation certainly ratchets up the hatred). Plus, it’s a character stating their feelings rather than showing them.

Hell-Wizard as DJ / rapper was... fine, I guess. It didn't excite me nor upset me, but it was interesting to see a guy who's a security guard / comics shop owner and is also a DJ. But then, we just don't know Hell-Wizard very well. I do think the little rapping set was just there because someone wanted to give Calwyn Shurgold some screen time. It did not do much for me.

Felix fucking interrupting Cophine. Can these two have an on-screen conversation that doesn't get cut short, please?

I really didn't like the extended, dramatic shot of Siobhan getting the flowers ready and writing the letter. Siobhan’s death would have carried a huge emotional impact no matter how they did it, but these scenes are just ham-fisted.

Other notes

Starting shot = closing shot

I'm not sure I would recognize a kid who looked just like my mom did at 11. Not immediately like Kira does. But then, Kira had a bit of a head's up, perhaps.

It must have been really amusing for Siobhan to hang out with Charlotte, even for a moment, having known Sarah at that age. I have a feeling it would have been a trick getting Sarah into pigtails like that, though.

Look at this living space:

Three lamps

old school radio (seriously, I think my grandparents had that radio when I was born) (no wait - actually it's a record player, and I hope it's the same one from the yurt in 4x09 and that Delphine just fucking took it with her when she went to Sardinia / Geneva)

a mysterious wall-door

swoopy bookends

candles (obvs)

fucking peacock feathers.

But I LOVE Delphine's outfit here. I love it more than what she wears to the art opening and more than most of what EBro wears to fancy events and photo shoots.

They MUST have fucked before this scene. There's no way in hell Delphine would be this calm about Cosima's touch and proximity unless that itch got good and scratched. (Also, shameless plug for my first ever fic, Talk to Me: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11697588 , which takes place the day before this scene)

I know Cosima's looking at Delphine's mug of tea or coffee or whatever, but she is ALSO looking at Delphine's crotch, and smiling.

Hilarious, if kind of odd, that Felix addressed Sarah and Siobhan as “North American Scum.”

They have 144 doses of the inoculate ready to go in this episode. Just for, like, future reference.

Delphine's boots go over her knees. Women's fashion confuses me. Her coat is hot, though.

Adele says “We spiked our Glühwein with vodka” like that isn't something Swiss people would also totally do. Okay, they might use amaretto or something instead, but whatever.

For just a hot second I thought that was René Auberjonois from Star Trek: DS9. It isn't.

Both a like and a dislike, so here: I thought the concept of the clone swap as part of the show was clever, and very tongue-in-cheek. I have no idea how he'd replicate that anywhere else, or if it's even worth trying, which makes it strange when Ezra says it'll work in New York. Also, Alison (the first clone we see in this little line up) is super awkward, and it was hard for me to watch again.

Felix, you know damn well how Cosima feels about being shoved in front of a group of people. At least this time she doesn't have to give a speech.

Rachel thinks that Ferdinand “really loved” her. How sad is that?

Gracie didn't deserve to die, but I'm not upset about losing her. I'm more upset that Helena had to witness another murder.

I have questions

Was Sarah not informed of Felix's return? Or did she just forget? His art gallery opening must have been advertised, so it's not like anyone was keeping his presence in the city a secret.

“We bought a shit mountain of cheese.” God bless Adele. I want her in more of my fic. Let me find a way to make that happen. However, could they really bring cheese so easily through customs? Or did Adele mean that they bought it AND ate it in Switzerland?

What the hell order of nuns is Sister Irina in?

I don't know much about gallery openings, but are they usually set up, like, a few hours before the actual opening? Especially considering that Felix JUST got back, and before he left that was entirely his apartment.

When and how did Delphine learn about MK's death? For that matter, how did she learn about MK? Did Felix fill her in in Switzerland?

Where will Delphine and Cosima put that painting that Delphine bought?

Van Lier says they're no longer taking direction from Mr. Westermoreland. Which leaves the question, who is in charge? Who are they taking direction from?

Where is Siobhan's backup? Where's Benjamin? Why doesn't she call in some people to help her deal with Ferdinand? Hell, why not tell Art? I can understand her not telling Sarah. Did she call Delphine to give HER a head's up? I mean, I guess Ferdinand doesn't know about the Rabbit Hole? But still, I feel like Ferdinand would be pretty keen on fucking up Delphine's shit, too.

I don't know much about gun shot wounds to the chest (left ventricle, specifically), but... can people really hold conversations after being shot that close range in the heart?

I would’ve liked to have seen

Everything I wrote in Talk to Me - Cophine talking about everything that happened. I want to see them talking afterwards, too, about everything. They love each other, let’s fucking show it.

Ferdinand and Delphine left the hotel room together. How did THAT little hallway trip go?

I need to know how the hell Felix and Colin got back in contact. They are NOT over things, and their last meeting certainly ended on a sour (and slippery) note.

MAJOR missed opportunity not showing us Delphine watching Cosima dance. She wouldn't have needed to be in the main shot – she could have just been off to the side, looking all happy and puppyish.

#guillotines decide #orphan black rewatch

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Three’s Company (Just You and Us)

A story for @whoabrekker about how she got with Donny and Wilhelm, cus I love her and they’re her men. Sorry no grand intro.

"Wil, is there something you want to tell me?" Sergeant Warren asked.

They've been walking through the woods, rifles in hand and pointed in front of them, ready for any German soldiers hiding in the cover of darkness.

"What makes you think that?" he asked, kicking a rock to the side.

It skidded across the ground, hitting the dirt two times before coming to a stop in front of a tree.

"I mean..." Chase began, not taking her eyes off her surroundings, "I feel like ever since Donny and I got together, it's like you've been avoiding me."

He turned his head to face her, giving her a strange look before looking at the direction she was again. "Really? I... Well, that's not what I was trying to—"

"Are you sure, Wil? Because whenever we're just shooting the shit, drinking, or whatever... it's fine. But then Donny joins us and you make some excuse to be elsewhere," she explained.

She didn't want to be confrontational, but she wanted to know. He was one of her best friends after all.

The two met during boot camp and became friends when he defended her from other men who gave her unwanted advances or were just downright condescending. He even helped her improve her aim and, as a result, she scored as one of the best sharpshooters in the company. When the Basterds recruited Wicki, he joined on the condition that Chase can come as well. And how could Lieutenant Raine turn down a package deal with a translator and a fine marks(wo)man?

“I’m just letting you two be alone,” Wicki shrugs.

He feels Chase’s hand over his arm, making him stop with her. “Do you and Donny not get along?”

“Why would I not get along with him?” Wicki asked, his cheeks slightly turning pink at not only how close she was to him, but because she was touching him.

As much as he wanted to kiss her right then and there, he had much respect for himself, as well as for Chase and Donny. Sometimes the urge was too strong, in which case, he would often just walk away or put some distance between them. For whatever reason, he just stood in place. That is, until they heard rustling of leaves several feet from where they were.

Wicki blinked, snapping out of it and held an index finger to his lips and nose. "Shh."

They both fell silent with only their eyes moving, scaling their immediate surroundings for any movement that could be detected with what little moonlight they had.

After listening for more noise, and hearing none, they deemed it safe to keep moving, but not before a squirrel dashed past them into shadows of the other side of the woods.

The two exhaled, relieved.

"Damn squirrel," Wicki muttered, shaking his head at how frightened he had felt.

Chase stepped in front of him. "You didn't answer my question."

"Chase, come on," Wicki's eyelids fell, hiding his eyes rolling, and tilted his head back. "We thought we were going to get killed here."

But she didn't let up.

He looked at her again and smiled. "How can I hate the Bear Jew? Anyway, he makes you happy and I like to see you happy."

Even if it isn't with me, he thought to himself.

When they rejoined the group, Chase sat on the log in front of the fire next to Donny.

"Hey, doll," he put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close and kissed her lips.

She smiled into the kiss and brushed a few strands of her brown hair that fell from her bun behind her ear.

They pulled away and looked over the flames at Wicki, who sat at the base of a tree. He set his rifle to the side, leaned back against the trunk, crossed his arms and closed his eyes.

"So what did he say? Anything?" Donny asked in a hushed tone, taking his coat off.

He draped it over Chase's shoulders where his arm had been and shifted his body so he was facing her completely.

"Just that he's happy to see me happy with you," she shrugged, pulling the lapels of the coat inwards to warm herself up. "But you don't think I'm crazy, right? He really does seem to avoid me when you're around. Unless we get paired for a mission, anyway."

"No, I see the way he looks at you," Donny says, his expression turning dark.

His eyes went to Wicki and she could swear Donny was giving him a dirty look.

"Donovan, don't you dare," her arm peaked from between the jacket flaps and hit him on the shoulder. "Whatever you're thinking of doing or saying, don't. He's my friend."

He turned his attention back to the woman in front of him and he looked guilty. "I won't do anything. I just don't wanna lose you."

"You won't, Donovan," she held his hand this time and kissed his cheek.

She slinked back to her spot and looked off to the side.

She needed to tell him.

"Chase, I mean it. I won't do anything," he reassured, seeing her mood slightly shift.

She took a deep breath and braced herself. "There's something you should know. Just... promise you won't get mad."

“I won’t,” he looked at her worriedly. “What is it, doll?”

“I...,” she began, drawing out the statement for what seemed like hours. “I think I love him too.”

His eyes grew the size of the moon above them and his lips parted to say something, but he was rendered speechless.

“I’m not breaking up with you,” her voice broke. “I love you, Donny. I always have and always will. But I’ve had feelings for him, too. Before we were even transferred here. I thought it was just deep appreciation for his friendship, but overtime I realized maybe... maybe I do love him.”

As expected, Donny stayed quiet.

Chase tried reading his eyes, but to no avail. The fire reflecting in his pupils didn’t help the mood. He was nearly unblinking, though he finally found his voice.

“W-When did you realize it? That you... you love him,” he sniffed.

For a second, all that could be heard was the crinkling of the flames.

“That time we were camping in that old farmhouse,” Chase explained. “Then those Krauts came in and we were hiding behind the bales of hay. He was holding me and he gave me this look. It was like he was saying that it was going to be okay. He swore he wouldn’t let anything happen to me. His eyes said it, but he also told me when we moved out.”

Again, more silence. Nothing but the snoring from the other men.

“So what do you wanna do?” Donny sighed. “You said you don’t wanna break up, but you love him.”

Now Chase was the one who didn’t say anything. Even she didn’t think this far. Not much, at least. She thought he would want to stop seeing her and that would be the end of it.

“I know this’ll sound crazy, but what if I had you both?”

“Chase, that sounds—“

“Crazy. I know. But what harm is there in trying? We don’t have to say it’ll be like this from now on. I’ll even let you decide how long we can try it.”

Donny sighed again and ruffled his hair on the back of his head. “I don’t know, Chase. I’ll have to sleep on this.”

“I understand,” she nodded and looked up at him. “We should probably get some rest anyway.”

He hummed in agreement and pecked her forehead before standing up and finding a spot to settle in.

The following morning, Donny went up to Chase while she was packing up.

“So I thought about what you said last night and...” he started and spun the toe of his boot from left to right as if he were putting out a cigarette.

Chase looked up to him and stood up. “And...?”

“Thing is...,” he took a deep breath and scratched the back of his neck. “I don’t exactly wanna do this—“

“I get it and if—“

“But I care about you too much to just leave you,” Donny admitted. “So... if he’s okay with it, we can try."

He closes his eyes, putting his hands out, and adds, "But only for three days."

A pair of arms surrounded his shoulders, followed by a kiss on his cheek.

He opened his eyes to look at Chase's smile, and he couldn't help but smile either, even if he was apprehensive about the whole thing.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she moved to hugging his arm and jumping up and down.

"Anything for you, doll."

"Wil?" Chase called out to Wicki.

He looked over his shoulder at her, taking his eyes off the activity of the town in front of him from a distance, a mere few feet from the woods. His eyebrows flew up and his forehead slightly creased in response.

"Room for one more?" she asked.

He let out an “mm” and tilted his head towards the city.

She sat on the grass next to him and watched the birds flying over the houses. Just from taking a look around, Chase gathered that where she sat now was some kind of park area.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you,” his deep, gravely voice pierced the faint sounds of car horns and store bells ringing as patrons entered and exited the buildings.

Her eyes lit up and her head spun towards his direction. “What is it? I mean, I wanted to tell you something too, but—“

“You did?” Wicki raised his brows again and leaned back with his arms crossed behind his head. “Well, by all means...”

She scoffed and shoved his side. “Uh uh! You go first! You started this!”

This only made the Austrian laugh. The type that bore his white teeth, followed by his head turning over to face the opposite direction of where she was.

God, she loved that laugh.

He sat up and his smile faded. “Well, you see... I’m a little nervous about what you’ll say about it.”

Chase threw him a look that read, “That’s such a lie”.

“Okay, a lot nervous,” he corrected himself.

“It’s funny cus...” she found the courage to keep her brown eyes on his gentle blue ones for more than two seconds, “I’m a lot nervous to tell you what I wanted to tell you, too.”

“How about we tell each other at the same time?” Wicki suggested. “We can both just get it off our chest.”

Chase nodded in agreement and felt her heart accelerate. She trusted that he would follow through. Sure, he was playful with her, but he was serious when it came to matters like this.

“On the count of three,” he turned his body to mirror hers completely.

“One.”

He’s my best friend. What if I push her away?

“Two.”

What if I was wrong this whole time? She’s going to slap me.

“Three.”

This is going to ruin everything we have. I can just feel my cheek burning...

“I love you,” they said in unison.

As if an electric jolt zapped the space between them, they leaned back in shock, albeit for two different reasons.

For Wicki, it was because his feelings were reciprocated. Not only that, but he was sure Donny was gonna beat his ass in. He’d get the liberty of being the first one who isn’t a Nazi to die by that bat.

For Chase, well, she had been right this whole time. She could tell, but she was mostly in denial. It was surprising that she even got one man to like her, but another?

“Wil—“ she muttered, but he cut her off.

“I knew it was going to happen eventually. I’ve felt it the day you passed that test. You scored in the top three and all those men were begging for your forgiveness because they had been jerks to you and they now ‘respected’ you. But you know what you did? You looked at me instead. You paid no attention to them. You looked at me like I had done something right and... I hadn’t felt that with anyone in ages,” he confessed. “Then when the Lieutenant said he wanted both of us in his squad, I was just as happy. I was happy to be killing Nazis, but I also knew it wasn’t always going to be that way. But with you by my side? It was all worth it. I may have felt like shit, being tired and hungry and dirty for weeks on end. When I did, I looked over to you and that was all I needed.”

Once the last word had left his mouth, he felt hands on his cheeks and lips pressed against his. He closed his eyes and let himself feel the sparks that brought them together, forgetting the one that had put them apart just a minute ago.

He placed his hands on her arms and pulled away. “Wait, what happened to you and Donowitz? Have you broken up?”

There was hope in his eyes. It was something that broke Chase’s heart, knowing any trace of it would shatter when she tells him.

“Well... no,” she looked to the side with guilt, unable to face his reaction.

Wicki’s face fell and he blinked upon realizing what he had done. He took her hands and gently pried them off him. He crawled backwards, away from her.

“Then why did you kiss me? You know I would never steal someone else’s woman, much less one of a friend’s!” he looked at her with confusion, hurt, and betrayal in his eyes. “Did he set you up to this?!”

“Wil, let me explain!” she begged, her voice breaking.

That was enough to silence him. He hated to see her cry. He was never mad at her for crying, but at whatever had caused her so much pain.

He froze and his expression switched to that of guilt as he met her eyes again.

“I told you. I love you. I’ve loved you for a very long time now. But I also love Donny. And yes, he knows,” a tear flowed down her cheek. “I don’t love one more than the other. I love you both so much.”

Wicki scooted closer to her and took her in his arms. He used the sleeve of his coat to swipe the tears off her face.

“That’s why we talked about how we could all make it work,” she sniffed and looked up at him.

He gave her a small smile and kissed her forehead. He loved when they were like this: her small frame nestled in his embrace. It reminded him of how petite and adorable she is despite her impressive aim and body count.

“What do you propose?” he used his fingertips to brush her hair back from her face, behind her shoulders.

She explained what she and Donny agreed upon, with Wicki listening and rubbing her back.

“If you don’t feel right about it, you can always say—“

“No,” he held her hand and placed it over his chest. “I’m not going to just leave you like that. This isn’t something I’ve done before, but I want to do everything I can to make you happy, especially in a time like this. I would buy the world for you, meine geliebte. Buy the world after I’ve rid every Nazi fuck of it.”

Chase laughed, her cheeks turned pink. Under her hand, she felt his heart rate pick up.

“Meine geliebte,” she repeated. “I love that, Wil.”

“Gut,” he kissed her on the lips, his hand going over hers on his chest. “And I love you.”

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