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catscidr · 11 days

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Could we get some Dottore x escaped experiment reader? Gn if possible, doesn't even have to be smut. I just can't find anything along those lines and I like your writing style :)

i. note — hehehoho i might have uuuhhh used this ask as an excuse to go off a lil and try something new teehee °ᗜ°) but this was really fun to write!! thank you nonnie for the suggestion, and thank you very much for liking my stuff enough to req something!!! i hope u all enjoy ii. includes — dottore, gn!reader iii. cw — unhealthy and toxic dynamics, no dialogue, mentions of cannibalism, mild body horror, one (1) dead body, not quite stockholm syndrome but maybe kinda, reader is a mess and dottore is not a good person (shocker). minors do not interact, age in bio or block. iv. wc — 2k -> posted on ao3 too!

To humans, running is what they do when they’re late to work, when they’re working out, or even when they’re playing games at recess as children. To predators, running is what they do in order to secure their next meal. To prey, running is what they must do so they can escape from the predator’s clutch in one piece, to not end up as a mangled corpse serving as someone or something’s food.

You have more in common with prey than you have with humans, despite being one yourself.

It hasn’t always been that way. One moment you were enjoying the warm afternoon sun of your home region out on a walk, and the other you found yourself thrown over someone’s shoulder with a bag over your head.

You always find yourself reminiscing, yearning to feel the warmth you felt that day— minus the incident. You used to be a model citizen; someone people would rely on.

A shame no one helped you when you desperately needed it.

Your own mind is all you’re left with, as you’re clumsily tripping over your feet, rocks scraping your skin and blood trickling down your legs. The feeling is almost peaceful; but after running for so long, and with how often you’ve gotten yourself in this exact situation, you’re starting to second guess your motive for running in the first place.

Is it a form of entertainment, are you growing bored of the four padded walls engulfing your five senses at all hours of the day that you feel the need to get the energy out of your body like a hamster does by using the wheel in its cage? Is it to leave the predicament you found yourself in after trusting someone you, under no circumstances, should have trusted?

Or is it because you gradually have come to find yourself sharing more similarities to a dog, begging its owner to even unenthusiastically throw a plastic frisbee for a smidge of attention to fulfill your need to be seen, to be heard, and now you feel the responsibility to own up to that label you inflicted upon yourself?

The lines between reality and your thoughts have blurred so much it frightens you.

...Or, rather, it should scare you. After spending so much time in your own head, one would find that it’s surprisingly easy to come to distrust your own mind. You’re not sure if you should believe what goes through your head, even less believe what you feel. But at the same time, you’re all you have. You have no choice but to trust yourself, even when you shouldn’t.

Only a select few are aware of how dreadfully strong and outright stubborn the human mind can be, whether it be from their own personal experience or from seeing others slip into a state like yours.

Unfortunately for you, He’s familiar with your situation. Painfully familiar.

…

Sometimes you wish you were a luna moth. Delicate and radiant, people would be torn between praising you for your beauty and shunning you away for the crime of looking different than what they’re used to. You wouldn’t be a butterfly, would not conform to what society wants you to be. You would be able to be who you want, look however you want to without worrying over other’s opinions.

The people that did like you, though, would treat you with care and would do everything in their power to make your stay in this world a pleasant one. A stay that would only last a week.

Not long enough for you to become familiar with the horrors that await humanity. Seven days filled with nothing but genuine smiles, void of empty promises.

You’d crawl out of your cocoon, eat good food, find someone to help continue your bloodline, then die somewhere peaceful and hope that your crumbling, decomposing body will bring relief to someone desperately needing something to eat.

But you’re not a moth.

…

It’s unbearably cold when you come to your senses. Peeling your eyes open, you glance around to find yourself surrounded by cold limestone, barely illuminated by the cave’s entrance just a few feet away. The hairs on your skin rise from the wind guiding snow through the passageway, making you curl into yourself in a pathetic attempt to keep your body’s temperature from dropping too low.

You look down at yourself; your pants are ripped at the hem, and you see messy splotches of brownish red staining the fabric and your skin, going all the way down to your calloused feet. You’re not sure how long you’ve been out for, but it must have been at least an hour given how the bleeding from the numerous scratches and gashes on your legs stopped without any assistance.

The cave felt completely foreign to you, but even then, it brought you more comfort than He had. Or at least you think it does.

You feel free. Despite the way your body shivered endlessly from the wind howling into the cavern, despite the dull but searing pain that made it feel like your feet were scorching that traveled up your legs, despite the way you couldn’t move your lips from how dry and cracked they were, split from sheer cold.

You think this is the most freedom you’ve felt since you’ve gotten yourself stuck in His maw.

...

The wind is reduced to a soft, soothing melody when you wake up again. Almost calming enough for you to drift off to sleep a second time, but a nagging feeling in the depths of your gut told you that it was a bad idea to fall unconscious this time around, so you try to shake off the numbness in your limbs instead of succumbing to the call of the void.

Standing up proves to be a challenge as your legs buckle under your weight. You catch yourself before you fall, holding onto the rough formation of a rogue stalagmite; it’s a struggle to hold yourself up, but at the very least you didn’t give yourself a concussion.

The pain isn’t completely unwelcome, though. Your feet are throbbing, and the palm of your hand holding yourself up with the help of the stalagmite stings. As you blink the drowsiness away and the blood begins to flow through your limbs correctly again, you straighten your back to take in your surroundings properly.

The cave’s entrance was filled with thick snow. There was enough that it would reach your stomach should you walk up to it, ignoring the snow that fell into the grotto, and not the snow that partly obscured your way to the outside world. You can’t see much outside, only the faint outline of pine trees wavering in the distance, far enough that you can only barely make out their form.

Looking away from the blinding whites outside, you notice how utterly desolate the cavern is. Not even a single trace of a life was left behind in this cold, worn hollow. Maybe it’s better this way. You’re not sure you would have appreciated seeing even a wild hare or a fox in here, much less a bear.

Sitting down on the rocky ground again to give your legs a break, you take a moment to think back to what got you here in the first place.

You faintly recall rusty medical equipment, convulsing organs, and seeing Him jot down notes. You remember a plate being handed to you, the vague image of a man covered by a stained sheet of what used to be white, and the bile that rose to your throat when your gaze focused on what was on the plate itself.

Everyone knew the Doctor was a twisted man, but you doubted He was twisted enough to force someone to cannibalize one of their peers.

Clearly, you were wrong.

Then, you remember making a mad dash for the thick iron doors of his laboratory. By the grace of god, you were able to leave; and you now found yourself in this desolate cavern, tucked away from civilization.

As far as you were aware of.

But you shouldn’t trust your mind. You knew this, yet you also knew not to trust yourself when you told yourself you couldn’t trust yourself. Simultaneously believing in logic and being a mess of paradoxical jargon— it exhausted you to think about. So you try not to.

Whether by a stroke of bad luck or because of something else entirely, your dull sense of hearing picks up the faint sound of snow crunching beneath boots. Your hands and legs scramble to take you where you can hide as much of yourself as you can behind a rock formation, and you stare out of the cave’s entrance, holding your breath.

The sound becomes louder. An almost gentle woosh noise accompanies the scrunch of snow, and soon after it stops, you’re able to make out a blurry figure approaching the cave’s entrance. The icy flakes make way for Him at His command, hand waving to get rid of what was keeping you physically separated from Him.

The pure white snow behind His body glinted off his intricate accessories, the light forming a halo so otherworldly that it left you utterly breathless.

His boots make a soft clicking noise against the limestone as He steps into the grotto, your safe haven for however long you had been here— now not. Not a single word left His lips as he assessed your rugged appearance.

You wish He would smite you right then and there. He was most likely able to, and with ease, but you doubt He would willingly discard one of his longest-running experiments for disobeying a rule that you had broken many times before anyways.

Your jittery gaze follows His movements as He outstretches His arm, offering you a gloved hand, silent.

Did he know how much you simultaneously trusted and distrusted your own judgement? You stare at His hand, unmoving, heart racing against your ribcage— torn between bolting away, into the darkness of the cave, or intertwining your fingers with His, allowing Him to take you away voluntarily.

This was mercy either way. You could either die at the hands of whatever lurked in the shadows of the grotto, or you could die at the hands of the man that brought you so much pain it morphed into comfort, solace. He stood, unmoving. Observing you.

You knew Him well enough to know that He was taking mental notes on your behavior even now, outside of the familiar comfort of his lab in Haeresys.

Both options were foolish, but you weren’t exactly known to be in the sanest state of mind.

Pulling your arms away from your body, you bring a shaky hand up to take ahold of His, allowing Him to pull you up to your feet. You almost fall as a result of your nerves, but thanks to His quick reflexes you find yourself tucked in his arms, cheek pressed up against His navy cravat. The hand that wasn’t holding yours comes up to pat your head, gently untangling the knots that had formed in your hair. You melt into His touch, eyes fluttering shut to bask in the warmth He provided.

As you stand there with Him, knees weak, body upheld by His will alone, you shove down the thoughts that brew in the forefront of your mind. Usually you would welcome the noise, even be grateful that you, at the very least, had yourself to lean on. But you find yourself wishing to lean on Him more than yourself, both literally and metaphorically, keening at the comfort He brought you.

You knew you couldn’t trust your mind, so why not trust His instead? If you couldn’t rely on your own instincts, judgement or thoughts, then how bad would it truly be to let someone other than you become fully responsible for your wellbeing?

...

You were neither a moth nor human.

You were a dog.

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andydrysdalerogers · 3 months

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Yours Submissively ~ Dreams

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: Its the penultimate chapter and I'm not ready to say goodbye to Steve and Belle. If you enjoyed this ride as much as I have, let me know.

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It was bright. So bright. Why is the room so bright, she thought. Belle lifted her hand to cover her eyes. Wait, her arm didn’t smart from the IVs. She looked down to see her arms cleared and her belly gone. “No!” She grasped at her flat stomach. She sat up and cried. This has to be a nightmare. No, no, I can’t leave them. She looked around for an exit. She had to go back. She found the door, but it was locked. She looked for a window, but the room had none. Then she noticed the posters and photos. She was back in her childhood room. This is where she would spend eternity. Trapped in a room she hadn’t been in, in almost a decade. She curled up, knees to chest, arms wrapped around and began to cry. She sobbed for what felt like hours. She died and left her babies. Her family. Her Steve.

“You are alive, don’t worry.”

Belle couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She lifted her head. “Daddy?”

“Hi, my sweet girl.” Phil Coulson stood in front of her. “You look so grown-up Belle.”

“Daddy,” she breathed. She ran into his arms and Phil held his daughter tight. He could feel the sobs racking her body. “I’m here my girl. My sweet Belle.”

Belle searched his eyes. “Daddy, how, why?”

“You’re asleep my Belle. You’re dreaming but I needed to see you.” He held her back to look her over. “Look at you. I’m so proud of the woman you have become Belle.”

She chewed her lip. The man in front of her knew about her past. “Even though I’m HYDRA?”

Phil shook his head. “Isabella, you have never been HYDRA. I don’t know why you think that.”

“Because the Avengers had to assemble because of me and my heritage.”

“No, they assembled because you are a family. And family will always be there for you.” Phil cupped his daughter’s cheek. “You are their family. And you have never been HYDRA. Your parents sacrificed their lives to make sure that never happened. I only took over what they started.”

Belle absorbed his words. She had never been HYDRA. She knew that deep down but to hear him confirm it made it feel so real. “Oh daddy, I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.”

“You gave me the best life.”

“I’m glad. Even if I had to leave you earlier than I wanted. I’m so proud of you and everything you have accomplished. I’m just sad I can’t be there, cheering you on. Didn’t get to walk you down the aisle or meet my grandchildren.” His voice cracked a little at the mention of her past.

“I wish you were there too.”

“They are great though, Jamie and Lucy. Beautiful and perfect.”

“You saw them.”

“I check in every once in a while. Steve is going to be a great father.”

“And are you ok? With Steve I mean.”

“If I had to pick the perfect man for you, he is the standard. He treats you good, right?”

“Like a queen.”

“Good because you deserve it. He really is everything I ever wanted for you. But tell him something from me.” She nodded. “Tell him to let the shield go. Its time. He’s a father now. He doesn’t need to be Captain America anymore.”

“He told me he would only be Captain America if his love was threatened.”

“But I have a feeling that you and your children will be very safe with him.”

After a few minutes of just holding his daughter, Phil cleared his throat. “I’m sorry Belle, but it’s time for me to go.”

“No, I don’t want you leave. Please don’t leave me again.”

“Oh, baby girl, I know but I am always here with you.” He pointed to her heart, “I’m right there. Always have been. I never left. You’re gonna be ok. But they need you. My grandchildren need you.”

Belle hugged her father tighter. “I love you daddy.”

Phil held on to her. “I love you too my Belle.”

The world started to blur and fade. Belle starts to hear cooing and a baby crying and she blinks to see Steve and Bucky cradling little bundles. She smiles but stays quiet as she hears the love of her life coo at the pink bundle, while Bucky made faces to a blue bundle.

“You ain’t gonna tell me his name, punk?”

“No, jerk, Belle wanted to say that herself. Isn’t that right Princess?” he cooed to the bundle of pink.

“God, she looks just like her mama and he looks just like you, poor kid,” Bucky teased.

Before Steve could say anything, they hear, “I think his daddy is handsome.”

Steve turns around to see Belle smiling weakly at him. “Hi sweet pea.” He breathes a sigh of relief. He walked over and sat in the chair next to her but leaned over and kissed her forehead. “You really need to stop doing that my love.”

“What happened?”

Steve frowned. “The doctors nicked a blood vessel during the operation. It wasn’t a major artery, but it was enough blood for you to lose consciousness. They got it under control, and they had to do a couple of transfusions but Dr. Lee said you would make a full recovery.”

“How long?”

“Two days. You were moving and muttering so they had to sedate you. But I’ve been here this whole time, along with Bucky and we’ve been taking care of the twins. They are perfect.”

“My babies,” she whispered. She looked down at the bundle in his hands. “My little girl.”

“As soon as the doctors say its ok, you can hold them,” Steve explained. “But for now,” he tilted the bundle so she could see her daughter, all pink and soft, with a head of blonde hair. She yawned when she was jostled and she opened her eyes, violet looking back at her momma.

“Lucy,” she breathed. Steve moved her so Belle could brush her lips onto her daughter’s forehead. “She smells so good. She’s beautiful.”

“Just like her momma,” Bucky said coming over with another bundle. “Got someone else who wants to meet you.”

“Hi Bucky,” she giggled. Bucky held up the other bundle to get a glance at her son. His eyes were already open and looking around. His dark curls on his head were a beautiful contrast to the ocean blues that adorned his face. “My baby boy. So handsome.”

The doctor walked in just as she gave her son a kiss. “Welcome back Mrs. Rogers.”

“Dr. Lee, hi.”

“I’m happy to see you awake. I assume your husband told you what happened.” Steve nodded as he rocked his new princess in his arms. “I’m so sorry it happened, really.”

“I don’t want to talk about it. I want to hold my children.” Belle glared at the woman who almost took her from her family.

“Of course. As long as Mr. Rogers can help, it should be fine. I’ll be back to check on you. The pediatrician Dr. Carr will be by in a few moments to do a check up on the twins.” The woman moved to leave. “Once again, I do apologize for everything.” She left and Belle rolled her eyes.

“I want a different doctor,” she pouted. Steve kissed her temple but before he could respond, Bucky interrupted.

“Really Belle?” Bucky rolled his eyes. “She saved your life and the twins, and you want to be a brat.”

“As soon as I can, I’m going to tell Ava that you love brussels sprouts.” Belle narrowed her eyes.

“You wouldn’t.” Bucky looked pain. “Steve?”

“Oh no. You leave me out of this. Love, we will talk about this later, ok?”

She nodded. “Can I hold a baby now?”

Steve smiled softly. “Of course.” He put Lucy in her bassinet and helped Belle sit up gently. He picked up his girl again with a kiss to her head. Belle opened her arms and Steve laid Lucy in her arms, taking a seat to help hold Lucy’s head.

Belle looked at her daughter. “Hi princess.” Lucy obligated by opening her eyes. “Bucky, this is Lucy Antonia Rogers, our princess.”

Bucky smiled as he cradled the boy. “And this little punk?”

Belle smirked. “James Phillip Rogers. Jamie.” She watched his eyes widen. “Do not drop that baby.”

“Jamie,” he breathed. He looked down. “Hi Jamie.” He looked back at his best friends. “I’m honored.”

“You should be jerk.” Steve quirked a smile. “You are the fourth most important person in my life, after these three. Its why you’re their godfather.”

“I am?” Belle could see Bucky’s eyes glass over. She nodded and Bucky looked back at his godson. He stared at his downy hair and blue eyes. “This kid is gonna get all the ladies.”

“Yeah, well, this little girl will have a lot of callers as well.”

“Over my dead body,” Steve replied. “She mentions a boy I’m locking her up.” Bucky nodded his head in approval.

“We shall see little one,” Belle said to her daughter.

Belle was finally sent home after week in the hospital. As Bucky drove from the hospital with Steve in the front seat and Belle in the back with the twins, she couldn’t help but feel like it was all surreal. They had made it. Past all of the lies, the danger, her heritage, his history. They could finally be the family they were meant to be.

All of the Avengers, her family, were waiting for to arrive, with Steve and Bucky each holding a carrier. Everyone came to greet Belle until finally Tony cracked. “I have to know names.”

Belle looked blankly at Steve. “Are we supposed to give them names?”

“I thought they picked them themselves,” he deadpanned right back to her.

“Its what I did as soon as I was old enough,” Belle fake whispered.

“Please tell me that you’re not serious,” Tony looked between Belle and Steve.

“Ok, not serious,” Belle smirked as Tony let out his breath and the rest of group laughed. “Everyone, this is James Phillip and this is Lucy Antonia.”

“Antonia?” Tony choked.

“Yeah, we honored my dad and I wanted to honor the other.” Belle’s eyes shined as she picked up Lucy to hand her to Tony.

Tony cradled the little girl. “Hi Lucy girl, I’m Uncle Tony.”

As Bucky introduced his god son to everyone, Steve looped his arms around his girl. “Are you happy my love?”

Belle looked around, taking in her family and smiled.

“Yes, sir.”

Three months later…

Please don’t wake up… just stay sleeping, Belle thought as she closed the door to the nursery. She checked the video on her phone and the twins didn’t move. She did a little dance as Steve came around the corner.

“Are they asleep?” He whispered

“At the same time,” she whispered.

Steve quickly grabbed his wife and lifted her by her thighs, forcing her legs around his waist. “What would you like to do first love?”

“A bath. I want a bath so bad.”

“Ok, bath it is.” Steve gave her a sweet kiss and carried her to their bathroom. He sat her on the counter and started to get it ready for her.

“Oh, I should mention that the bath has to have you in it as well,” she said with a cheeky smiled.

Steve turned to look at her. “I think that could be arranged sweet pea,” he said with a wink.

They settled into their bath with the monitor close by. Steve cradled his girl in his arms, running a soft sponge over her, pressing kisses when he could. “So beautiful,” he whispered.

“Mmhmmm,” she groaned quietly. “Feels so good Stevie.”

“Better or worse?” as he let a hand trail down her body and in between her legs, softly stroking the outside of her folds. Her hips jerked up, rippling the water. “Easy, baby, I know it’s been a while, so I’ll go slow.” He slipped a finger in, and she cried out.

“Amore,” she whined.

“Let me take care of you princess,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ve missed you, my love. So warm, so tight, so wet.” He stroked her steady and firm, wanting to warm her up.

“God, feels so good.” Belle could feel the fire starting to build in her body. They hadn’t connected like this since before the twins. She had needed to heal, then the twins needed them more. But finally, finally, they were back to being husband and wife, Amore and Sweet Pea, Steve and Belle.

“Tell me princess, tell me what you want Isabella,” Steve drew out her name with every syllable.

“I want… I want to cum, Steve, please, sir.” Her body was vibrating with every stroke.

Steve groaned when he heard his title that she used. It had been a few months since they played. He had been gentle since she was still in the early stages of her pregnancy. He grew harder remembering she barely swollen belly and tits. He moved his wrist a little faster, feeling her start to tighten around his finger. He slid in another and listened to her hitch her breath. He then slowed, chuckling at her huffs of frustration. “First time I get you all to myself in months, sweet pea. Wanna make it last.”

“Stevie, please. Been… so… long…” she moaned as he sped up. Steve curled his finger twice before she detonated around his fingers. Her back arched against him as she let the heat flow through every nerve point in her body. She had misses this, his power over her.

As soon as he brought her back to Earth, he pulled the water and lifted her into his arms. He took them back to their martial bed and laid her gently down. “I love you. So much. Happy anniversary.”

“Happy anniversary amore mio.”

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strangelockd · 1 year

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You Can Tell Me Anything

Pairing: StephenStrange x !Reader

Synopsis: You forget to take you medication which lead to a disagreement. But Stephen comes up with a solution.

Word Count: 873

Warnings: Fluff, Comfort, brat taming, mentions of anti depressants and dark thoughts, mentions of self doubt, slight angst, happy ending.

A/N: This is dedicated to anyone out there who struggles with their mental health.

Stephen helped save my life in 2016 and became my earthly hero ever since, my comfort character. I hope this story makes you feel not alone and brings comfort.

If you or anybody you know, is suffering from a mental health crisis please contact the link below ❤️ You are not alone

“Fuck off Stephen Strange!”

Slamming the door anger washed over as you wept into your hands. Locking the latch, you slumped to the floor with your back against the door. Stephen was always a blunt man who hardly minced his words. It was one of the many traits you admired yet loathed about him. Usually you banter back and forth, but today his words cut you deep as the tears continued to flow. You knew he had good intentions about reminding you to take your medication, but there are days he felt more like a parent instead of a boyfriend.

Knock knock knock

“Babe come on open the door”

“No! I said leave me alone!” You screamed.

“Technically you said, ‘Fuck off Stephen Strange’,” he smirked behind the door keeping his temper.

Smartass…

He could feel you rolling your eyes, “but Im not leaving until you open the door.” Crossing his arms Stephen leaned against the tapestry wall drumming his fingers against his forearm.

“Babe Ive waited five hours by a doorstep in Kathmandu, believe me, I can wait.”

Rolling your eyes once more you brought yourself upright wiping the tears from your cheeks. Opening the heavy wooden door crossing your arms in defense you looked down at your feet. Stephen stepped towards you slowly stopping an arms distance between you.

“Listen,” he trailed off rubbing the back of his head, “Im sorry for being so pushy earlier”

“No, its my fault, I shouldn’t have lied about taking my medicine,” clutching your shoulders Stephen saw you shaking, and it made his heart hurt. He hated seeing you in such mental turmoil.

“Yes, that would have been the wisest option,” he whispered, “its just that, I wish you didn’t lie to me. You know you can tell me anything” His background in medicine reminded him of the consequences of suddenly stopping anti depressants, the symptoms can be terrible if not worse then before taking them.

Dropping your arms, you muttered a little over a whisper, “I just don’t want to be on medication for the rest of my life. I feel like an idiot,” you could barely bring yourself to say the final part before the tears flowed once more. Stephens eyes grew wide as he stepped forward breaking the distance between you bringing you into his sturdy frame. His strong forearms braced you tightly as you clutched onto his robe for dear life.

“Shh…shh its ok babe. It will be okay. Take a deep breath,” he felt you exhale and admired your obedience, “Now look at me,” taking your chin with his thumb and index finger he looked into your eyes. Releasing a sniffle, casting your eyes up his cerulean gaze.

“First off,” he demanded, “If I ever hear you call yourself an idiot again. I will put you over my knee and spank your beautiful ass till its pink. Your lucky I haven’t done that already for lying” Your cheeks flushed at the sudden dominance; you knew it was meant as a threat. But in an odd way it turned you on. Pinching your legs together you shuffled your feet.

Taking your hand Stephen led you to the bed setting you on his lap as you comfortably laced your arms around his neck while he supported your waist. He paused taking the time to choose his words carefully before speaking.

Breaking the silence he beseeched, “Now, tell me why you stopped taking them”

Fidgeting with your fingers you paused taking a breath, “I thought I could do it on my own. I was feeling better and figured I didn’t need them. I feel weak for relying on medication bc then that means that you’re not enough. And you make me the happiest in the world Stephen.”

Stephen sighed slightly shaking his head, “you’re not weak,” grabbing your hand he brought it to his heart, “Taking medication does not make you weak babe. For example, if there was something wrong with my heart, you would advise me to take medication for it right?” Nodding you shook your head giving a slight smile. “Plus, I still have to use a spell to tame my tremors” Nodding again he made a clear point.

“Then whats the difference between that and this,” your eyes froze to his kind yet stern expression. He was right, you hated to admit it, but he was right.

“Your right Stephen,” leaning in giving him a kiss his goatee tickled your chin as his lips trailed down your neckline, “Im so sorry”

Stephens hands gripped you tightly as you continued your kisses down his collarbone making him groan in your ear.

“Its okay,” he gasped as you placed a nip on his earlobe, “Just tell me next time. Maybe we can set up and alarm to remind you.”

Pulling away you smiled back nuzzling his nose, “I like that idea”

With a gesture of his hands Stephen summoned your pills and phone. Tapping the screen, he opened you phone adjusting the timer to include a giant pill emoji when alerted. Tossing the phone aside he gave the orange bottle a gentle shake, “Now, shall we give this another go?” He smiled kindly kissing your knuckles.

Nodding your head, you smiled. Knowing you never had to face anything alone. Good or bad you always had Doctor Stephen Strange in your corner to be your rock to lean on.

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dutchwinter · 9 months

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top 5 anthony images hehehehe

sigh. me when im in a sending the most difficult ask to answer competition and my opponent is kier franthonyofficial. get ready for THIRTY IMAGES instead of five. because im not choosing. i turned this into less of a favorite images thing and more of an essential images thing. essential to me.

july 21 2019 warped tour. beautiful smile. need i say more

apple store world. bands will walk in there and be beautiful!!!

beautiful face cheerleader moment. you know how it is

its just. it. its just so. its an image yeah.

Well

good dog. for reasons. yk how it is.

this one is some weird main character moment of anthony at a this day forward show. why is he the only one facing the camera

blond. bandana. malamute shirt. mic in his mouth. im in love with him.

um. i havent shared this one to tumblr yet! hes uh. well. its fine. actually. its totally fine.

captioned. brendans daughter giving anthony some needed love. i dont even care though so its fine

just my favorite image of this dress he is very pretty

a screenshot i had that i turned into a post that is sitting in my drafts TO THIS DAY that i will never ever post. captioned "me when i sleep like a gayboy" so basically ive just posted it but. this post is so important to me i had to include it.

the one i refer to as "die" bc i tagged this image that once bc his smile and pretty face piss me off

im in love with him

miss.... maam.....

the babygirlest image of all time. the field image

now this is from the show i became really aware of this guy and its still stuck in my head. princess... hi princess...

i spent 3 hours watching this video it was the worst night of my life this image was the first time i had ever seen anything from it. and its also just. THE woman moment of all time.

mustache moment and big fuckin jacjet moment and beautiful smile moment. idec

this image was my laptop background for a loooonggggg time i just think anthony looks really really nice idk

my show my image. he looked like that in front of my eyeballs. fucked UP.

it doesnt feel right to not include this image!!!!

this is one of the first anthony images i felt really really strongly about like i had a big Moment about this. hes so.....

the famous Eating Him image. when this dropped i went to reblog it over here and i tagged this specific one as "eating him" but this was like. before anyone was really an AnthonyGirl so i was SCARED TO POST IT. and then i never did. it sat in my drafts a while but eventually i either deleted it or got rid of the tag. eating him

puppy angel. hes pretty :^[

i also have not posted this one! lollipop/mic stand #howhedo #younglegstour. yeah

hotbar. whatever. if i SPEAK.

just fell to my knees in walmart/IM GOING TO ANTHONY WORLD. reblogged on march 28 with the tag "im goint to anthony world." and that set off the month of Anthony April and then i never left anthony world. yeah. yeah.

if you really read all of this. hi. how are you. this was a very useless post

#asks #anthony green

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talaok · 2 years

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Steve can’t know(Chapter I)

Summary:Steve is your overly-protective older brother that is very opposed to you frequenting the wrong crowd, and especially to you dating Eddie Munson.Still, when you meet each other one day at lunch,it seems there is very little he can do to stop the inevitable.

Chapter summary:You meet Eddie for the first time while having lunch in the cafeteria with Steve and Dustin

Content warning:none

Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIII

The room was dark and all you could see was the tree in front of your window and its leaves moving with the wind. Fuck, today was gonna be a cold one, maybe it would be better if you just skipped school today, I mean, it wouldn’t be such a big deal. Just as that idea had crossed your mind the door slammed right open “Y/N!What are you doing?!”Steve shouted entering the room. He was basically ready to go, probably because he got up every day at about five just to make sure his appearance was “impeccable for the ladies”. “What” you mumbled from under the covers “what do you mean what? We are gonna be late! Get your ass up”

School this time of year was especially boring, all the tests were already done and now all you had to do was to sit in class pretending not to already know what the teacher was explaining. The hours went by excruciatingly slow and all you wanted to do was run the fuck out but you couldn't do that to Steve. As much as you liked to taunt him you loved your big bro and he really cared about you and your future, that to him had everything to do with how you graduated from high school.

Lunchtime came around eventually and you made your way to the cafeteria through the crowds of sweaty and gross teens. The line for the food wasn't long so you quickly took a slice of pizza and made your way toward steve's table. As you sat Dustin, who was next to your brother greeted you with an overly enthusiastic wave and immediately started rambling about what he had learned in chemistry. "Oh, hey Eddie!" you heard Dustin shout"Come sit with us!" "dude! What are you doing?" you heard Steve whisper, and In a matter of seconds, you found yourself sitting next to a stranger, a very interesting-looking one, for that matter.

"How is it going Henderson! They changed my lunchtime so I guess I'm going to sit with you now...and you Herrington" he said looking at your brother"...and you"He said turning his attention to you. As soon as he got one look at you his whole face changed, he cleared his throat and you noticed his eyes scanning your face, with particular attention to your lips. He bit his bottom lip" I don't think we have met sweetheart, because I'm sure I would remember such a beautiful creature if I'd have seen one. I'm Eddie" he introduced himself reaching out his hand "And you are?" he asked, his voice deeper than before. You took his hand to shake it but as soon as you did, he brought your hand to his mouth and kissed it looking at you straight in the eyes. You felt your cheeks redden, and just as you were about to answer his question Steve cut you off "Her name is Y/N and she is my sister so take your hands off of her before I make you Munson" You looked at Steve who was staring at Eddie with a deadly look in his eyes and while a part of you wanted to punch him right there and then you got where he was coming from and decided not to do anything. You turned to Eddie again," Sorry, he's just protective he isn't actually gonna hurt you" you tried reassuring him while giving your brother a dirty look"Don't worry Harrington, I wouldn't dare come between you and your family" Eddie explained with what seemed like an almost too serious tone, and just when you had started believing him he turned to you and subtly gave you a wink

#eddie stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson smut #steve harrington #smut #steve and dustin #dustin henderson

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 1 year

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tuesday again 2/28/2023

goodbye february!

listening

night beats by hex. @slothshark has done a much better writeup of the aural soundscape than me (partially deaf) ever could. it sounds like its cover art. it knocked my fuckin socks off. this thing is SO textured, it's like taking a nylon scrubber to the inside of my skull (in a very good way). the way the reverb and the slight feedback blend is just. mwah. also features a close cousin of the morricone WAH WAH WAH wail!

reading

raymond chandler's the big sleep. once again i trust that we are all adults who know that many genre works, including this one, are very much products of their time. however this one is exceptionally racist and homophobic for its time. chandler can't quite make up his mind how he feels about Jews.

it reads very much like a first novel, the plot and pacing unfold like a colt getting up. i like the solution of the book much more, but even though the movie's plot is a little less coherent it has more Vibes. another first novel problem is that it's a little embarrassed of itself-- this line dampens every cool line aferwards.

"Neat, huh?" Brody said. "Just kind of stand up a minute. Come forward just about two yards. You might grab a little air while you're doing that." His voice was the elaborately casual voice of the tough guy in pictures. Pictures have made them all like that.

which immediately dampens the following lines and every cool line thereafter in the book

"Tsk, tsk," I said, not moving at all. "Such a lot of guns around town and so few brains. You're the second guy I've met within hours who seems to think a gat in the hand means a world by the tail. Put it down and don't be silly, Joe."

a baffling choice the movie makes, which makes it far less coherent, is changing vivian's husband from the missing sean ryan to rutledge, Some Guy she's divorced who is never seen on screen or mentioned again. i'm not sure why this adaptational choice was made but probably a censor issue? maybe howard hawks thought marlowe would look bad if he went after a woman who was looking for her missing husband? in the movie marlowe already makes a pass at nearly every woman he meets except carmen, who is barely grown and frankly doesn't hold a fucking candle to her sister vivian.

how'd i find this: the big sleep was the first movie i watched this year and i have not been able to stop thinking about it for two months. i think i slightly prefer dashiell hammet's prose to chandler's, but chandler wrote some of my favorite short stories.

watching

witness for the prosecution (1957, dir. billy wilder)

this movie ended with a fascinating early piece of spoiler culture: “The management of this theater suggests that for the greater entertainment of your friends who have not yet seen the picture, you will not divulge to anyone the secret of the ending of Witness for the Prosecution.”

youtube

when i watch movies made by directors i already know i like, i have a good time! who would have thought!

another fucking scintillating Wilder movie to showcase some of the greatest character work ive ever seen. despite (maybe because of) the numerous twists, it’s one of the fairest mysteries ive ever seen. i don't think knowing the twist spoils the film, bc it's really know what happens but HOW it happens, but i find myself reluctant to discuss the ending at all.

how'd i find this: had kanopy credits to use up, thought this would be a good movie to knit to. partially right bc i got a fuck of a lot of rows done bc i was knitting faster and faster as it careened along. there was a cramp in my jaw from clenching my teeth so hard.

playing

still fuckin around and finding out in fallo/ut 4, still in beautiful postapoc maine.

the lighthouse at brooke's head fixed itself and now at the proper distance from the ground. did not go inside bc i was overencumbered by like five hundred pounds and wanted to go finish my house on longfellow's little islet.

hi valentine. the proportions are. not ideal and i probably should have built it facing the inner harbor for maximum hurricane resistance. it is not the most efficient house i have ever built, bc it only has three bedrooms. however! i imagine it is the main hub for supplies coming in and out of my far harbor settlements/a meeting place for the islanders. hence the enormous table and extra bar stools behind the counter. this first one is looking back toward the front door.

i guess ppl could crash on the trio of couches if they needed to. when you walk into the ground floor, you pass a narrow but deep kitchen, and a little pantry and separate full bath that split off the main living/dining bookcase area like so.

the upstairs has one Very large bedroom for a couple, two smaller bedrooms with armor and gun workbenches, and another full bath. plus a little seating area jammed into the spot behind the stairs and a continuation up the stairs of the "weapons i don't want to sell but don't want to carry around" wall. this house is too bright, doesn't have enough stuff on the walls/enough chairs everywhere to be a real new england house, plus the stairs are very much up to code. but i do like it.

my fucking KINGDOM for washers and dryers as buildable objects in the base game. also my fucking KINGDOM for a bay window as a buildable object in the base game.

making

will not have my femslash feb piece ready by tonight :(

in other making news, i would rec these white bean/kale/rice bowls. surprisingly easy to make bc all you have to do is make rice and wilt some kale and then assemble a bunch of stuff. i did not add walnuts bc i do not like them, i did not add feta bc the grocery budget is a little tight this month, and i did not make the viniagrette from scratch bc i had a perfectly good one in the fridge. i did not think this was going to be filling and resigned myself to huge portions, but this is surprisingly filling i guess bc beans and rice are a complete protein? my primary care doc will love this for me bc 1) vegetarian and 2) v heart healthy. i would definitely up the rice to two or even two and a half cups, bc i assembled four bowls at once for lunch/dunner and they were a little scant on the rice. luckily i had a fuckoff huge bunch of kale to make up for it.

will be making it again bc it requires shockingly little prep and (once you've bought the giant jar of sun dried tomatoes) pretty cheap.

three! and a fifth! blanket! repeats!!!

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

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melancholysway · 1 year

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Serendipity (2007!Raphael x Fem!Reader 4

CHAPTER IV: There’s Something About Raphael

Chapter Key:

——— = a flashback is happening or ending ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ or ====

= perspective change

~ = small time skip

You sighed to yourself as you looked in your empty camera bag. Another missed opportunity to take a beautiful picture of Stella perched up on the window sill staring into the sunset that loomed over New York City.

Sunset. A moment of peace and clarity, before street lights come on to illuminate illegal activity, crime, bad decisions, and deviancy. The moment before the moon comes in and takes over the sun with its bright light. It stays in the sky for hours before the sun claims its spot, and the cycle repeats.

It was almost time for the moment all of NYC waits for: Nighttime.

The time when every other city sleeps, yet the people of New York City fail to follow this stigma and are forever awake and alive.

Crime seems to not take a break either, and that was the downfall of this city’s tendency to stay awake. However, that’s exactly what The Nightwatcher is for, to stop the crimes that policemen are too tired to pick up or are too slow to get to.

About five weeks went by since the attack and when you last saw The Nightwatcher. Your wound had healed up fine with no complications, so there was no reason to tell Casey about anything that required Raph’s presence to fix.

Aside from this, you’ve been holding up fine.

You had the strength to go to Monday’s classes, and once your 1-2:15 pm class was done, you had the rest of the day to yourself and didn't have classes until Wednesday. You and Jade took this opportunity and had all of that Tuesday in between to hang out and grab a bite at a nearby Asian Fusion restaurant to finish off the day. Aside from not walking anywhere deserted or empty such as alleys or quiet towns far from the city, you felt perfectly safe walking around on your own. Raphael was right about the Purple Dragons moving on from you to someone else because, in the days that followed, you heard word on campus that they had mugged an older couple.

Other than that, you’ve been untouched. However, you know to not let your guard down, and to really watch what you say to some New Yorkers.

And now, five weeks later, here you are. In your room upset still about your camera.

You wondered when Raphael would grace his presence again. You were hung up on the fact that he said he was going to try to get it fixed, and were confident that you would see him again.

You just didn’t know how long it would take.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“‘Ey, Don!” Raph’s voice made Donny jolt from surprise and halt his clock in for his shift as tech support.

“What’s up, Raph?” Donnie absolutely hated when that happened. He especially hated when Mikey would creep up on him and scare him on purpose, he was the easiest to scare out of the four. However, he wouldn’t dare confront his older brother about it.

Raph smirked, “Nuthin’ much, sorry I scared ya.” He looked down at his younger brother sitting tensely in his worn-out office chair.

Donnie spun around in his chair, “It’s cool, do you need something?” the spinning element of his chair is part of the reason Donatello loved it in the first place. He banned Mikey from sitting in it because of this very reason. He just wouldn’t stop spinning, until one day, Mikey spun so much that he winded up flying out of Donnie’s chair and sprained his ankle.

“Nah, just wonderin’ if you eva finished fixin’ that camera.”

Donnie placed his feet on the ground and abruptly stopped his spinning. “I did, actually. Thanks, it got rid of my boredom.” Getting up from his chair, he walked toward the large table that was for his various trinkets and gadgets. Some were completed, and some were left unfinished. He picks up the polaroid camera that he spent in his free time fixing for Raphael. He didn’t ask questions about why he needed it fixed, he just saw an opportunity to put his mind to work and took it.

---

“Can you fix dis?�� Raphael’s amber-colored eyes stared at Donnie’s brown ones through his magnifying goggles.

Donnie looked at the broken item in Raph’s hands and couldn’t quite comprehend what it was. “And what exactly is ‘dis,’ Raph?” He mimicked his brother’s accent, earning an eye roll from him.

“A camera, or more like what's left of it. I don’ know, just thought it’d give ya sumthin’ ta do.”

“Something to do…”

Raph places the remnants of the girl's camera on Donnie's table in his lab, as he backs away to let his younger brother take a look at it.

“...Give me three weeks max.”

---

“Thanks, lil bro.” Raph nudges Donnie’s head and picks up the camera, admiring his intelligent brother’s work. He notices a tiny slot on the left side, and that’s when Donnie clears his throat to get his attention.

“Before you take it, I wanted to ask you something.”

“Shoot.”

Donatello reaches into a nearby drawer and takes out a very, very tiny black card.

“I know whose camera you brought back.”

Donatello is smart. There isn’t a dumb bone in his mutant turtle body.

When it came to things that weren’t about science or math, he wasn’t as smart, but still was.

He was slightly clueless sometimes, yet other times could find small inconsistencies in what people said like he was a DA during trial.

That’s why Donatello was such a strong member of the team.

With that being said, he had a hunch about this.

---

Donatello wasn’t one to be nosy like Michaelangelo. So, when Raphael brought a random broken camera home and asked him to fix it, he brushed any skepticism aside and tended to the task at hand.

However, one night as he was still getting familiar with all the parts he had and some were missing, he noticed the tiny slot on the left that was still able to pop in and out.

And by pressing it, out popped the micro SD card inside. The more surprising part was that it was still intact.

It might’ve been a bit extreme on Donnie’s part, but he quickly turned on his computer and put it in a holder to insert into his PC.

He prayed to whatever higher up that there wasn’t anything invasive or…rated R on it.

He clicked through the many folders on his personal computer until he found the one he was looking for in his recent.

Taking a deep breath, he clicked on the newest folder and waited for it to load onto his computer. Donnie watched as an array of different tiny squares scattered across his screen, and he picked the first one to easily navigate through the others without missing any.

Donatello seemed to remember this face, it was of Casey and April's neighbor, Y/n.

‘This is the girl Casey and April know, is it not?’ He pondered. Donatello remembered a few times he and his brothers would have to go upstairs to hide so they wouldn’t reveal themselves to their friend's neighbor. Donatello was able to get a good look at her at times, and there was no doubt that she was the owner of the camera Raph found.

He clicked through and landed on a clear shot of her, as she stood next to someone Donnie could think of as being her friend. Donnie studied the photo. The background looked like someone's bedroom, and they both put peace signs up at the camera. Y/n’s e/c eyes seemed to shine from the flash, and they were staring back at him.

After going through a few other photos, Donnie stopped and took the SD card out of his computer.

He enjoyed this. Donatello found it interesting what humans did and what their life was like. To be fair, he and his brother's first taste of what the human world was like was seeing Gwen Stefani’s “Hollaback Girl” on a big screen in Times Square through a sewage gate at around 8 years old. He could never forget that day, and although he’s grown now and constantly sees how humans talk and interact through TV and patrol (before Leo left for training,) he still enjoys seeing what their lives are like and how they live on the surface. It comes bittersweet, though, he can witness it, but never be able to experience it for himself. And this, dear readers, was the downside of Donatello’s continuous curiosity.

---

“How’d you get her camera?” Donny asked a visibly confused Raphael.

“Didn’t know it was ‘ers. Casey found it and gave it ‘ta me to give to you; thought you would be able ‘ta fix it.” Lie.

What else could Raph say?

‘Oh yeah found it while me and Casey were out beating up Purple Dragons, we saved her, and I stitched her up. But don’t worry, she doesn’t know who I am because I wore my Nightwatcher suit and got her to close her eyes while I did it.’ Yeah, like that would fly with Donny. He cannot let any of his brothers figure out he’s the Nightwatcher. The fact that he’s already defying Splinter’s orders to not fight while Leo’s gone is bad enough. Not only that, but he revealed a part of himself to a complete stranger.

“From what you gave me in the beginning, it seemed like it was smashed forcefully. I mean, there’s no way she may have dropped it.” Ah. Raph was understanding where Donnie was going with this. The purple-banded turtle didn’t have anything to go off of conspiracy-wise due to lack of evidence, but he still had a funny feeling that it wasn’t Y/n who broke it.

“Do you know where Casey found it?”

“On the street, near an alley somewhere.” Raph really felt like he was being interrogated.

“An alley? Why would it be there? Instead of dumping it, she probably would want it to be fixed, righ-” “Look, Don. I don’t know.” Donatello was a little too smart for his brother's liking. Either that or he’s a terrible liar. Or both.

Donatello walks back over and takes a seat in his chair. He successfully clocks in and waits for someone to call.

“Tell Casey to check up on Y/n, because who else resides in an alley?”

Raphael rolls his eyes for what seemed like the 367th time at his brother.

“Tha bad guys, Don.”

“Exactly. Now, shoo.” Donnie motions for Raph to get out of his lab so he can work in peace, much like how he always has to kick Mikey out while he’s on the clock. Getting the hint, Raph thanks his sibling again before shutting the door behind him.

“How about I check up on ‘er instead, Don?” Raph suggests to himself.

---

Now, Raphael was not one to forcefully insert himself into anyone’s life. I mean, how could he, anyway? He’s the complete opposite of Mikey. He remembered a few years back when Mikey found someone’s cat on the roof and went to return it, only to be called a “mutant freak” by the owner. He’d rather save himself the heartbreak of not being accepted by people and keep it pushing. April and Casey accepted him, that’s all that mattered.

He was though, once accepted and was involved with a girl before Leo had left: Sabrina.

Sabrina had been Raphael’s first crush. He didn’t know what to do around her. Sabrina’s friendship was a total mistake, remember earlier when it was mentioned that Mikey inserts himself in others' lives and not Raph? Yeah, this happened here.

All 4 brothers had rescued a girl from being robbed by the PDs, and Mikey had gotten excited because he noticed that her school bag had a pin from his favorite show. He stepped out of the shadows on accident but didn’t get screaming or fainting in return. Instead, they had a 10-minute conversation geeking out about the show until Leonardo put a stop to it. Unknowingly, they had befriended a short, brunette wavy-haired 18-year-old girl.

From then on, Sabrina had been a good friend of theirs, and somehow found a way to Raphael’s heart without even trying.

It was expected mostly from Donnie, because (although he begs them not to bring it up anymore,) he was the first one who had feelings for the only human girl they had met prior to Sabrina: April. Although Donnie got over it with time, it was also because he knew he had no chance once Casey came along.

Raph wasn’t sure why he fell for Sabrina. She was a mix between Donnie and Mikey- nerdy, crazy, you name it, but in a good way. Her clear, mocha skin and hourglass figure are something that especially caught him, as well as her forest-green eyes. She was the complete opposite of Raph, which is probably what attracted him to her in the first place. He wasn’t one to spill his feelings, so he dropped subtle hints here and there. He was a flirt, and that was what enticed Sabrina.

They became close, closer than he’d ever imagined.

He would come by almost every night, and they would talk for hours until she fell asleep. One night though, Sabrina had found the courage to flirt back, and this was the night of Raphael’s first kiss. He found that he loved it, and he might’ve even maybe loved her.

This lasted for about a year and a half until she packed up and went to college, never to come back since she was moving as well. It wasn’t like Sabrina broke his heart or anything, she just was moving on in her life, and he wouldn’t be a part of it. It became reality when her number wasn’t working, as she got a new one. There was no way to contact her or rekindle anything they had. It was a hard pill to swallow for him but Raphael eventually got over it. So, he doesn’t bring it up. It’s simply a memory of what once was.

---

Raphael seemed to like the idea of coming to see you.

He of course wasn’t comfortable with revealing himself to you, but at the same time, he wondered what you would think about him.

You already knew that he has 3 fingers, so fuck it. Raphael didn’t like change, but he also didn’t like platonic routines. He needed something to spice up his life. After all, he has so many years to live, why not live it up and do new things?

So, he decided on paying you a visit. Besides, your camera had to be returned.

Making his way to his room, Raph takes his duffle bag and slings it over his shoulder. Without being noticed by Splinter or his baby brother, he leaves the lair and opens the makeshift garage that held his bike. It was right next to Mikey’s Cowabunga Carl van, how it usually is.

Raph changes into his nighttime persona and places his helmet on as the final touch. Finally.

Revving up his bike, the red-clad turtle decides to take a spin around the city as the sun sets before stopping by at your house.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was a chilly Thursday evening, and you were cooped up in your studio apartment. After Skyping your mom to say hello and catch up, you decided to get started on some dinner. You scattered through your fridge to find something good to make, but nothing good. You were leaning toward a homecooked meal rather than something frozen.

After thinking of recipes to make, you were reminded of something that Jade’s mom made one time you came over for dinner. Although you never asked for the recipe, you could very clearly remember how it tasted with the different spices and herbs. Not only that, but you could put your slow cooker to use and have the possibility of making leftovers.

You gathered the food items and ingredients you thought you needed: Rice, an array of spices and seasonings, chicken breasts, and…

Ah.

You were out of asparagus.

Jade’s mom had pan-seared them with some minced garlic, butter, and pepper. They tasted heavenly. Even Jade- who’s known to be picky when it comes to vegetables, loved the way they tasted.

No biggie, the local grocery store was no longer than a 5-minute walk. The sun was still setting, being that it was around 7 pm. Getting on a pair of sneakers and a sweater, you left your home and toward the elevator that took you down to the lobby.

You walked the streets of New York. The air was brisk, with the occasional gust of wind tickling your skin. You passed countless people, none that you’ve ever seen before. The random drug dealers on the corner, small stand-owners that were selling trinkets or food to get by, homeless men and women asking for money, hookers that stood on the corner and tried to swoon men into buying their services, and so on.

New York City, you either love it, or you hate it. There is no in-between.

You just so happened to love it.

Despite the crime and terrible things that may happen, NYC is truly a beautiful place, a melting pot of different cultures, and people that come from all walks of life.

Making your way across the street when the light changed, you’re introduced to the small grocery store you’re very familiar with going to. The gorgeous array of fresh fruits and veggies, the deli meats that were cut to perfection, it was a nice staple in the area you were in. It also just so happened to be the closest to you.

You grabbed a plastic baggie and ripped it from the other small ones attached to the rack, and walked past the few people standing in front of the fresh veggie section. You looked toward the asparagus next to the crowns of broccoli and picked a bundle that looked the most vibrant in green.

Placing it in your baggie and tying a knot to close it, you walk toward the register to pay. A mere $2.51, is not bad at all! You hand the cashier a $5 bill after he puts it in a yellow bag for you to carry. You tell him to keep the receipt. Nodding, you’re handed your change and put it in your pocket, “Have a good evening.”

The young man smiles at you, “You do the same.”

Exiting the store, you start on your way home. The sun is getting to the point where it’ll be replaced by the moon, and the nighttime will officially be here.

“Stella, no.” For what seemed like the 30th time in the span of a few minutes while you prepared the chicken, Stella was clawing at your sweats because she was interested in eating whatever you were making.

You were pretty excited about a nice calm dinner tonight, you were putting the chicken in the slow cooker with the rice and decided to wait until that was done to make the asparagus. It shouldn’t take long, anyway.

While you waited, you connected your phone to the speaker in your room and allowed it to play loud enough to hear in the living area with the TV. During the wait, you caught up on some of your studies. It was mostly Physics. There was an exam coming up in less than two weeks, and you wanted to be more than prepared to take it. You seemed to breeze right through it, and before you knew it, about forty-five minutes went by.

You were sitting on the couch petting Stella with one hand and writing with the other until you heard a knock on your window that came from the bedroom. It sounded strikingly similar to the one you heard the last time you saw Raph. Despite knowing nothing about him, you felt an excitement bubble inside you, and anxiety beginning to form simultaneously. You hoped it was Raphael because it meant your camera might be fixed. Not only that, but this was your chance to convince him to stay awhile and chat.

Placing your Physics textbook on the coffee table, you walked briskly to your window to investigate the sound.

Looking at the window, you couldn’t help but smile at what you saw.

It was Raphael, in his full metal armor, Camera in hand.

You unlocked the window and opened it up, the gust of cool night wind entering your bedroom. It was finally nighttime, and the New York City lights replaced the sun in the darkness.

“Raph?” You were confused as to why he didn’t just knock on your door. It was extremely odd that he came through the fire escape, but after thinking about it for a moment, you would probably feel giddy and anxious if The Nightwatcher passed by you in your own apartment building.

“I uh…I have sumthin’ for ya.” His muffled voice through his helmet states. You noticed the slight stuttering with his words, almost as if he was nervous to be in your presence.

“You actually fixed it?” Taking it from his hands, you look all around your camera. It’s just like how you remembered it, old but still fully functional.

“Nah, not me. I got one of my bros to fix it.” You noticed a sense of pride in his tone, almost as if he was proud of his own brother's work.

“Tell them to thank you for me, seriously. This camera…means a lot to me.” Popping open the little slot on the side, you see the memory card there, and you pop it back in place, relief cascading over your entire body. A few weeks in you thought you had misplaced your SD card, but remembered that you left it inside the camera that day. Up until now, you had assumed your memories had been wiped, there was a slim chance the micro SD card would be preserved after what happened. But, it did.

A complete stranger had gone out of their way to fix your beloved device with no questions asked. No favor in return expected.

Without second-guessing it, you hugged Raph. Your arms going around his waist instead of his neck. You felt something rock hard on his back that felt abnormal.

It was possible that his suit could have a storage compartment back there. But at the same time, it didn’t make sense on why he would have one in the first place.

You immediately felt him tense up, and his arms didn’t wrap around you as yours did him. However, you didn’t expect them to. You were just happy someone took the time to help you.

You pull away after a few moments, and Raph clears his throat.

“How are ya holdin’ up?” He asks. It’s hard to tell what his facial expressions are because you can’t see his face through his helmet, but his tone seemed to match what his face might show.

You were about to answer until suddenly a particularly colder gust of wind shoots through the window, and you shiver in response.

“Would you want to come inside, Raphael?”

You couldn’t believe Raph was in your apartment. He still kept his suit on despite now being indoors, but you knew he wouldn’t take it off from your interaction last time you suggested it. He seemed uneasy at first, but after some persuasion with dinner, he complied. You allowed Raph to make himself comfortable, and he found your couch extremely comfortable. It looked as though Stella found him comfortable because she immediately jumped on his lap once he sat down.

The chicken and rice were finished, and while you made the asparagus in the kitchen, you couldn’t help but laugh at how Raph interacted with Stella on the couch. It was cute. Raphael seemed to like cats because he knew just the right spots to scratch that made Stella purr and meow with glee. You wondered if he had any pets of his own.

You and Raphael made small talk while you were finishing up cooking the last part of the meal, and it was pleasant. You informed him that your wound was healing up fine, and you were getting back to moving normally slowly but surely. You answered all his questions about cleaning it and dressing it with many confident “yes’s.” It felt like Raph appreciated you taking care of your own wound, and you lifted up your sweatshirt to show him the progress. Lifting it down, you thanked him again for patching you up, and for getting your camera fixed.

“What’s it mean to ya?” He asked. You continued plating the food for both of you and pondered.

“Well,” You grabbed a portion of asparagus with a pair of tongs to put on both plates. “My mom got it for me. I moved here alone for college, and it was a good luck gift.”

Finishing, made your way to the couch. Sitting down beside Raph, you handed a plate to him. “Thanks,” he muttered.

“U-Um, do you want me to like, turn around?” You realized eating required Raph to lift his helmet, and he seemed to realize that too.

“Nah, that’d be weird. You shouldn’t be able to see much anyway.” He was right. It was dark outside, and that meant the only source of light you would get is from the TV that was on in your living space in front of you both.

Raphael took a gamble and assumed you wouldn’t see.

Which you didn’t.

It surely wasn’t ideal for him, having to lift it to take a bite of his food; nonetheless, he enjoyed each time he did. You both sat beside each other on your couch (slightly awkwardly,) while the noise from the TV echoed through your apartment.

Despite the distraction of the TV, you had decided to spike up another conversation with Raphael. He winded up complementing your cooking, and you couldn’t help but smile at his words.

You firstly started by asking where he learned to fight. You couldn’t forget the type of fighting style he had, but couldn’t put your finger on the name of it. He explained that he was raised by his Japanese father that taught him ninjitsu, which he practiced in his free time (this was quite often, he mentions.) Not only that, but you also learned that he followed Bushido, which is something you didn’t expect. It seemed hard for him to open up, but at the same time, that’s all Raphael wanted to do sometimes. He winded up going on a slight tangent about his fighting skills, and he told you he had polished them to be damn near perfect. You had heard pride seer through his words and his tone.

The conversation seemed to bounce between him and you.

He wondered why you chose a college in NYC.

“Why not, you know? It’s a beautiful city with so many opportunities.” To this, he agreed.

You explained your current living situation, and how you managed to stay here and go to college at the same time. He seemed to admire the fact that you had a job and went to school. He asked you about your job, and you pointed out being a waitress at a local diner.

You asked Raph some more questions about his life, like if he went to college or anything. He explained he didn’t go to any real school but learned at home. He wasn’t planning on going to college.

How could he, anyway?

For now, his duty as a vigilante was what he was focused on.

“Someone has ‘ta keep the streets safe. These lousy cops sure ain’t,” He stated. Raphael seemed to be extremely passionate about what he did and why. Judging from his accent, he sounded like he was from Brooklyn. His accent was one you’ve heard plenty of times off the street, but he was one in particular that you enjoyed hearing. He winded up telling you why exactly he became The Nightwatcher. Not only was it to keep the city safe, but it was because of that day he heard about the Purple Dragons violating and killing a woman. Raphael’s tone was uneasy since the thought of it made him physically ill. He couldn’t believe some people existed who did such things, but this world isn’t rainbows and butterflies, he explained.

You didn’t want to pry, but you wanted to know some more about his life. Other than being a vigilante, what else was there for Raphael? There was something about Raphael that made you extremely curious.

“You mentioned brothers once, right?” You scrape your plate, gathering the scattered pieces of rice for one last delightful bite.

“Yeah, I got three.” He was able to come clean about his family and siblings. He mentioned that one of them is an I.T tech support online, the other was a host for kids' parties, and another was in a different country since last year, and some change. He seemed to like talking about his father and two brothers that were currently at home but had some sort of animosity against the one who was abroad from the way he described him.

He went (pretty vaguely) on about how they lived. Other than all learning ninjitsu and how they were all the same age (you learned he was the same age as you,) and just minutes apart, you had no clue which part of NYC he or his brothers resided in. You had assumed he was born in NYC because his accent was a dead giveaway of where he was from and where he lived. Not only that, but you didn’t know how he knew Casey.

“Ah, he’s a family friend.” Was all he said. It seemed he and Casey were pretty close, but he provided no backstory on how they met. He went into slight detail about knowing April before Casey, and she eventually brought Casey around to meet him and his brothers.

You told him about your small friend group, too. When it only consisted of your good friend Jade. Because you were still fairly new and only just close to completing your first year in college, you were still low in the friend department. You told him briefly about how you befriended Casey and April, and you went to thinking. You thought about a potential friendship between you and Raph. You already knew the same people, and Raphael saw firsthand how Casey cared about you as if he was your older brother. So, you were able to be trusted somewhat.

Raphael wasn’t about to risk it all and reveal himself to you with just over a small ounce of trust.

He couldn’t be selfish to his family and potentially put them in danger. But, he knew deep down Mikey and Donatello and even Splinter would want someone new to talk to. Someone trustworthy like April and Casey yet came from a different walk of life than they had. God knows when Leo is coming back, anyway.

So, here you were.

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“Here I am!” The loudmouth mutant states as he skillfully flips from the stairs and onto the living room couch. The orange-banded turtle had just gotten back from another day of getting beat by kids, but his tips for the day are what put him in such a good mood in addition to the other news.

Today was the day, Leonardo was coming back.

“Hey, Mikey.” Donny put his hand out like he usually does when his younger brother gets home from work, and got a wad of cash in his hand as a response.

“Probably be the last of it, Leo’s coming back!” Mikey was extremely hyper about today. It had been a full year since Leonardo went away for training, and he was finally coming home.

Although Raphael was still upset about Leo leaving from the beginning, he was also slightly excited and relieved his older brother was coming back. Crime wasn’t taking a break just because Leo did, and the streets were getting worse.

“I am also happy Leonardo will be returning, Michelangelo.” Splinter came from the shadow of his room, gathering with his 3 sons in the living room. Leo should be home in the next hour or two, so they all sat in anticipation ready.

There had been a sound from one of the pipes outside the lair, indicating someone was entering.

Mikey couldn’t seem to contain his excitement, and he stood right in front of the wall that would soon reveal his oldest brother.

Only, it wasn’t Leo.

It was April and Casey. April held a slightly worn-out envelope that was labeled with a South American stamp.

“We got mail from Leonardo again, I thought he was coming today?” Casey asked, April handed the envelope over to their rat sensei, and he tore the top open with his nail.

“What’s it say, Masta Splintah?” Raphael asked, getting restless.

“Leonardo has decided to continue his training beyond the time I originally sent him for.” Mikey’s seemingly permanent smile faltered for the first time today, and he slouched on the couch.

Raphael looked toward Mikey, sulking now. Donnie had a disappointing look on his face, and Master Splinter sighed deeply at the news.

Leonardo had become so immersed in his training, that he forgot to take into consideration what his family thought.

“Great. Just great. Now we havta sit here without Fearless for God knows how long now!” Raph exclaimed. He hated seeing his little brother so upset. Mikey was the most excited to see Leo, and he didn’t show. Raph was especially angry because, despite Leo’s training period ending and him not showing, it still meant they had to refrain from fighting on the surface. Which also meant crime would continue to plague the city.

‘Fuck. That.’ Raph thought. He was on the brink of defying Splinter’s orders, but not yet. Raphael knew he would be the first to crack, he was never one to follow rules very well, anyway. He just didn’t know when.

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As the night went on, you and Raph caught a glimpse into each other's lives. He seemed to like listening to you speak, and vice versa. You noticed that Raph would go on tangents and sometimes it was hard to follow, but he always went back full circle to his first point. He just had a lot to say, and this was the first time in a long time that someone was listening.

You realized you had spent 2 whole hours together in your apartment. When you and he were finished eating, you got up and motioned for him to give you his plate so you could wash it. Instead, he gets up and takes yours and insists he washes them since “It’s only right, ya fed me.” To which you complied and sat back down on the couch.

Whilst drying the dishes, the police chatter suddenly came on Raph’s radio. There was a robbery occurring at a nearby drugstore.

“How’d you get that?” You asked, Raphael, stretched his limbs slightly as if he was getting ready for something.

“I have my ways Y/n. I like ta beat ‘em to tha punch.”

“So…you’re leaving?” You asked. He nodded his head, almost reluctantly

“Thanks, fa dinna,’ I haven’t had sumthin’ that good in a while.” Raph complimented your cooking once again, and you blushed at the fact that he appreciated your amateur cooking skills.

“It’s the least I could do. After all, you help so many people every night in this city, and you went out of your way and helped me.” You watched as he walked towards the window of your bedroom from where he came in earlier, and you frowned.

“Wait, Raph.” The suited man stopped in his tracks and turned around to face you.

“I know you came back to return my camera but, when will I see you again?” You looked at his visor and hoped that you were staring directly at his eyes. Raphael wondered, too.

He wasn’t able to come around during the day, only at night. Besides, he usually caught up on sleep during the day, anyway.

You fiddled with your fingers nervously while asking your next question before he could respond to the first one. “And I was thinking…we could be friends?”

“Friends, huh?” Raphael didn’t have any friends other than Casey and April. Sure, there was Sabrina, but she was no longer in his life. He pondered about it for a minute.

“I’m determined to learn more about you. There has to be more to you than just The Nightwatcher.”

You didn’t realize it.

You didn't realize that what you just said made Raphael’s heart skip a beat.

It’s funny, he’s only known you for a little bit, and vice versa. Yet, you have this persistence to get to know him. The real Raph.

“I’ll swing by sometime, promise.” With that, he waved you goodbye and uttered “Have a good night.” To which you replied that he does the same, as well as to be safe out there.

Opening your window and standing on the fire escape, he let himself out.

As you closed the window and sat on your bed, you were confused as to what his response meant.

Were you friends, were you not?

He didn’t say yes, but he didn’t say no, either.

However, he did promise he would come by again, and he emphasized the word ‘promise.

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After jumping up onto the roof, Raphael took his helmet off for some fresh air, and a moment before setting out to find the crime as he sighed.

Despite not knowing his face, you trusted him enough to let him in and sit in your apartment, as well as know where you lived. He could’ve been one of those sleazy guys he and his brothers used to protect women from on patrol, but he wasn’t. You had some type of trust.

He felt a funny feeling brew inside him, where the all-too-familiar imaginary butterflies flew around his midsection.

He thought back to what you said before he left.

“There has to be more to you than just The Nightwatcher.”

Putting his helmet back on, he jumped from rooftop to rooftop.

As he made his presence known on the street beside a drugstore where the alleged crime was taking place and tripped the thief to stop him, Raphael concluded that he wanted to get to know you more than he already did.

What your likes and dislikes were, your little quirks, your opinion on certain viewpoints, and your thought process.

And he couldn't wait to do just that.

In contrast, you were excited for him to share the same.

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