TMNT x reader I am currently working on! If anyone's interested in reading it on ao3 here's the link
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Oh my God, April, this is so cute, how’d you even find this place?”
The aroma of savory broths and velvety noodles fills the small building, its cozy atmosphere relaxing the stress of finals week away with every breath. It had been a long week with grueling study hours, and after surviving on mac n cheese cups and Monster Energy drinks, it was a welcome change of pace in food. April knew the town well and had already planned this outing for a while.
“My dad used to take me here after our neighbors had recommended the place for us, told us it’s the best in Chinatown.” Grinning as the small, blind chef brings out both ceramic bowls of food, she thanks him.
“Well, this is definitely needed, that's for sure. It felt like my brain was coming out of my ears for a couple of days.” I take a small sip of the pork broth and nearly melt on the spot.
“For a blind guy, he sure knows what he's doing. I don't think I've had anything like this before.” I say wolfing down the steaming noodles, they melted in my mouth.
“Tell me about it,” she grins, chewing her noodles. "This place has been up as long as I can remember. I come here for everything, from celebration to catastrophe, to be honest.” Her face is full of nostalgic memories.
“One time I had come here during my senior year of high school with some friends of mine, and the restaurant was being ransacked by some punk gang members,” She pauses, looking as if looking for the right words for her story,
“My friends ended up taking care of them though.” putting an end to that short narrative.
Whoa, tough stuff there. “Your friends fended them off?? Hah, that kind of makes them sound like vigilantes. That's still cool, though I bet the cops had fun with that one.” April had mentioned her friends before in a couple of conversations in the past, but never really divulged information about them. All you knew is there were four of them, and they were all around mine and April's age. I want to pry more on her friends; she talks so highly of them, and yet I've never met or even seen pictures of them. I let the curiosity wane to the back of my mind and let it go for now; I'll find out one way or another about them.
She half smiled, “Errrh, something like that. My friends are pretty good at self-defense for the most part.”
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Dinner had ended pleasantly with Mr. Murakami giving both of us the signature ‘April O’Neil discount’ as he calls it. We make our way down the dark pavement, weakly lit streetlamps guiding the way towards April's apartment complex.
“Girl, you sure you're good with walking home alone? You know I don't mind walking you there, right? Casey can live an extra twenty minutes without me.” She stops at the apartment's stair steps, staring at me with wide brown eyes.
“Nah, I’m totally fine walking back. It's not that far away, plus I have some small grocery shopping I need to hit at the 24/7 market before I go home and forget.” I give her my best reassuring smile. She has a right to be worried. 11 pm at night isn't exactly prime time to be strutting around alone as a single person,
“Just be careful and text me when you're home, okay? Can’t have you kidnapped or some shit, or I’ll pull a John Wick move, alright? Goodnight y/n!” Waving, she walks inside, leaving you in the chilled spring air to walk home. Pulling the hood of your juicy tracksuit, you begin the journey.
Grabbing groceries was easy enough when no one's there except for a drowsy middle-aged cashier. With bags in hand, I make it down the streets once more, wanting to get home quickly so I can sleep until 2 pm the next day. It had been what felt like years since you'd actually slept through the entire night without something keeping you up.
Walking on the sidewalk, I feel on edge. I stopped to look at an alleyway I've passed a hundred times before, pondering if I should take it since it would make this whole ordeal go faster. It cuts through having to go a whole other block on my usual path, although normally taking this road meant a one-way ticket to drunken harassment from men in the bar's back door.
'Not like it's that hard to be harassed nowadays.'
What's one small shortcut? The alley was seemingly empty at the moment and dead silent. The bar must've been closed tonight... Weird. I stand a second longer pondering this decision, and like the idiot I am, I take a step into the alley. Whatever. If I die, at least I'll have had Chinese food for a last meal that's always worth it.
I start making my way through the darkened street, suddenly remembering a self-defense tactic my cousin had taught me. I grab my keys, putting them through each knuckle as a mini shank. Absolute genius, I know, now if I punch it'll tickle. But for now, it'll have to do. No one just comes to New York City without any semblance of safeguarding. My Father made sure of that.
'This is such a bad idea, taking the long way around would've just been better. c'mon y/n you’re smarter than this.'
My body is on high alert, listening to the sounds of the city as I continue to walk. My ears picking up on the sounds of siren horns, a classic, the local stores' trash rustling from the overabundant rat population. Probably scrounging the last of the Chinese takeout left on the street.
Listening more carefully, I hear something different. Footsteps. They are subtle and far away but definitely audible. I grip my groceries tighter
'Shit, am I being followed??' I thought to myself, suddenly more aware of the prick of eyes following my figure.
The hair on my arms raises. Paranoia is the last thing I need right now. But these footsteps sound like they are pacing up.
'God, I'm going to end up dying next to a dumpster, how embarrassing.'
My shoulders tense, and I pick up speed. I am a quarter of the way out. I fight the urge to let the prey instincts in me kick in; running would mean the chase begins.
Suddenly, a snide voice pipes up from behind, “Hey, lil lady, what's the rush out of here??” This shortcut was a massive mistake.
A special thank you to Solid Helium and Lizart Lotte for their efforts. And a huge, giant thank you all for your donations. Because of them, I can skip the stage where I save money for animation and get right to the creation process>:D
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Music - We can be a family again (The evil within 2)
If you're new here, here's the comic this animation is based on.
Dex is back… where are all the fics?! And I swear I don’t want anymore smut. Give me yearning give me emotion not just horned up jorking it. Give me my man just got out the asylum and is coming to get me.
thinking about how your words mean something to jon snow
even if they’re said in teasing, accompanied with a laugh or a smile, he’s always attentive to what you say. he knows what it’s like to have people not listen to you — for people to disregard your words or not take them as seriously as they should.
so he always listens. always pays attention. to jon, every word of yours carries weight. every single one.
a remark of “yuck,” when feeding the messenger ravens at castle black breakfast and they do something truly disgusting with their beaks, though you huff a small laugh afterward, jon’s already catalogued it. he wakes up earlier to feed them so you don’t have to, but has you feed them midday so you don’t get suspicious when they’re not so greedy and quick to choke.
even when he’s in a mood, or (rarely) ale-sung, he’s attentive. a muttered “stop, jon,” to his teasing — though said with a smile & only to deflect from your flushed features — and stop, he does. he presses a kiss to your hair in an apology, even though you don’t need one.
a sarcastic “move,” when in close proximity — he’s already taking a step back (he wasn’t even in the way); a muttered “huh?” when someone’s explaining something (and of course he notices, no matter how quiet you were) — he leans down to whisper a further explanation in your ear. “gods, its cold,” while outside doing your chores, and he quietly goes to light your hearth so it’s warm in your chambers when you return (mutter a wish to see his lungs and he’ll part his ribs)
omg someone writing for duncan!! Please could we get your thoughts/headcanons on his love languages? i see him as an acts of service and physical touch person. i just know his hugs would be so warm and that he'd literally do anything for you if he was in love🥹
Dunk’s love languages are definitely Acts of service and Physical affection, no doubt about that for a single second, this man is the greenest of all the men in Westeros and holds true to his values and know when things aren’t going to work in the way he wants them to. (that’s not saying much but who are we to deny this awkward six foot something beauty.)
This man will notice if your cloak is tied too loosely and will wordlessly walk up to you, untie the knot and tie it again but tighter so it wouldn’t fall off so easily from your shoulders, running his hands over your shoulders and down your arms to straighten it out before moving to bring the hoo over your head when it’s too cold or raining along your journeyed together.
‘Must you be a walking nightmare? You can barely dress yourself that I’m left to ponder how possibly you could put one boot on in the mornings.’ He’d say but never take it to heart, he’s more then willing to help you straighten your clothes out or make sure your properly protected from the weathers you might endure. He’s been sleeping beneath hedges and trees longer then he’s actually slept under a roof, so he knows when a bad weather is on the horizon just by watching the movements of the clouds or how hard the wind was blowing that day and tell you to dress accordingly.
This does not stop him from throwing his own cloak over your own if he thinks that yours is too thin to keep you safe from a drizzle of rain or even a strong gust of wind. He did not give two shits, as long as your safe from the elements he’s more than okay with being drenched like a rat, even if he may mumble and complain about it, he’d rather catch cold then you yourself catch a cold.
He’s giving you his said beef without complaining when he sees your going without but not saying much, he’s handing you his rations and making sure you’re sleeping with something within your stomach rather than have you go without.
‘Dunk, no I can’t-‘
‘Eat. That’s all I ask of you.’ He would say without room for argument as his eyes lingered on the fire in front of you, him and a sleeping Egg tucked beneath his rough blankets.
‘It’s your last salt beef dunk.’ You tried to say but Dunk was quick to open your palm and put the salt beef there before closing your hand over it.
‘Just eat.’ And without another word you silently chewed the salty meat in silent thanks as your hunger was quelled and you slept with a full stomach that night. You do try to repay Dunk later down the line and you get the honour of seeing his ears become red as cherries when you do and how his blue eyes seemed to look everywhere but you as he accepts the salt beef you bough with your coin.
Egg is enjoying the material given to him to take the piss out of Dunk whenever he’s with you, he would never let the hedge knight live down his obvious state when it comes to you in the slightest, even if he gets threatened with being clouted in the ear it didn’t stop Egg from stating the obvious now and then whenever he caught Dunk looking at you for longer then he probably should.
His hugs are warmth, his hugs are comfort and grounding unlike anything you’ve ever felt before and once you’ve been in his arms, you never wanted to be let out of his arms ever again because no hearth, no inn nor house could compare to Dunk’s hugs and whispered words of sweetness whenever you, him and Egg find yourselves in a tight situation where you knew violence was the only response necessary to get through to people.
You hated it and Dunk knew that too but there wasn’t much choice in your situation and he was only doing so in hopes that you or Egg don’t come anywhere near the crossfire when shit hits the fan.
‘It’s not your fight.’ You would tell him.
‘It may not be my fight but if I don’t do anything, then who’s to say you won’t get hurt because I refuse to pick up my sword?’ He’d reply. ‘How can I call myself a knight after that?’
You don’t have much to say to him after that because once his mind is made up it’s impossible to get him to see otherwise.
His large hands splashed out against your back as he kept you close to his chest, rubbing up and down at a deliberately slow pace that as you placed your head on his chest, you didn’t wish to be anywhere else at all. Your mind had gone blank and all you could think and feel was Dunk holding you and whispering stories of how he almost got caught stealing a chicken once when he was under the tutelage of Ser Arlan, which earned him a heavy clout in the ear.
‘Does every story end with you getting hit?’ You asked with humour alight within your voice.
‘More or less.’ Dunk would reply and you’d couldn’t help but laugh, forgetting about everything you’ve both seen and only focusing on the here and now. The future could wait for just a night as far as you both are concerned.
He’s a wall of warmth and you would always find yourself leaning towards that warmth whether it’s consciously or unconsciously. Something that brought you safety and security even in the darkest of nights on dangerous roads. He’s keeping you close to him, shielding you with his back so that whatever was going to go for you -or egg- would have to go through him first.
He’s protective to a fault, always keeping you and Egg behind him when danger approaches you three, standing between you and the threat by standing at his full height and doing everything he can to keep you out of harms way by any means necessary. He didn’t care about being hurt in the slightest, it was his duty as a knight to protect the weak and innocent-not to say that you were weak in the slightest- and he was going to do just that even if it meant more punishment would inevitably fall to him.
‘You’re a fool Dunk.’ You’d say as you tended to his wounds, trying your hardest not to show how concerned you were for him, fighting off the tears that threatened to brim your eyes and the ache in your chest that threatened to consume you whole. ‘An utter fool.’
‘An utter fool who’s keeping you and that boy safe.’ He’d reply stubborn as a mule.
‘To the point where you’re incapacitating yourself!’ You’d cry, hating seeing him hurt all the time because you or egg had to step a toe out of line. ‘Are we really worth such troubles Ser Duncan?’
‘Always.’ He’d say truthfully as he looked you in the eyes the way he first when he’s serious about something that means a lot to him.
He’s not got much coin in his pocket but that don’t mean he won’t try to get you something in the slightest that reminded him of you, whether it’d be the wild flowers you’ve come across on your journeys of different shades of yellow, orange, pink and blue or the ripest apple he could find in any market and he would remove the skin if you didn’t like it, or boil the apples over a fire if you liked them softer to chew or just to drink the water.
He’ll do it all for you and more, just don’t ask where he got them from, he’s got a good slight of hand on him and can grab just about anything without anyone so much as seeing him as they were too busy on his tall stature to see what his hands were doing.
But if he did have the coin to spare then you’ll be treated to honeyed Duck or any kind of meat you so desired along with peppers, herbs, onions and some skewers and a nice straw filled bed and a roof over your head. Yet you don’t care whether it’s hedges or inns that you find yourself sleeping in or under, you only cared that you had Dunk and Egg with you for it all.
Hiya! Can I ask something fluffy with Dunk x Reader? Anything sweet, like, passing the time in the tent during a downpour.
(You can add Egg and make the three a travelling family :3)
It had only begun to rain when Dunk, yourself and Egg left to continue your travels along Kingsroad, Dunk did have a hunch it would rain sooner or later, he knew these kinds of things you were quick to learn. He had his eyes glued on the sky while you and Egg packed up the tent and saddled the horses that very morning, taking note of how clouds of a darker grey were huddiling together to block out the blue sky.
'found something that interests you, ser?' you had said as you helped Egg onto his horse, his straw hat perched atop of his bold head, keeping it shaded and protected from the elements.
'what're you on about?' Dunk asked, looking over at you now as you had put the last of your things on the back of your horse. You shrugged your shoulders. 'With the way your eyes were locked to the sky one would think you've seen a Dragon flying by.' You smiled at him before hauling yourself onto your horse, or you would've been able had the stupid steerups avoided giving your foot anything to lean your weight onto, Dunk sighed and moved to help you properly mount your horse by lifting you up by the waist and onto the saddle before making sure your feet were firmly in the steerups.
'i've had it handled,' you muttered, gripping the reins tight, 'the mud had grown to be like that of sludge overnight.' you heard Egg snicker behind you, and it took all your strength not to look over your shoulder at the little boy and give him a scolding, not when Dunk at his full height was all you could see within your periveral vision. You weren't lying when you were talking about the ground being more muddier overnight, the horses smelt more like horses this morning and damp from the rain that you could still smell alongside the morning dew.
Rain tended to amplify the smell of everything it touched, no matter if it was soil now made to a liquifid sludge underfoot or the pineneedles on the pinetrees, everything smelt like how their named implied.
'well we'll be getting more rain as far as we're heading.' Dunk told you as he gesutred to the dark grey clouds behind him that had clumped together to form a balnket of stormy grey that looked about as appealing as the blistering cold climate of the North. You groaned at the aspect of being face with even more rain, you thanked the gods that you and egg had stuffed your books and scrolls into a large leather bound bag, knowing that they'll keep in the rain but the same couldn't be said for either you, egg or Dunk as you were all wearing hooded cloaks across your shoulders that were made of enough wool to make two of the three of you -Dunk and yourself- sweat literal buckets.
'that's great.' You grumbled.
'scared of rainfall (name)?' Egg asked cheekily, you and Dunk look at one another as if to say; do you hear how he speaks? we're far too leniant with the boy for our own liking.
'it's not that,' you retorted, 'it's well and fine after the drought we've suffered this spring, but it's been raining for the past few days you'd think the streams and banks would be overfilled with it by now.' Dunk hummed in agreement as he mounted Thunder. 'they maybe overfilled but it's better overfilled then empty and desolate.' He said as he dug his heels into the horse's side, 'so we best be off now before the rain softens the mud even more then it already has in case someone can't get on their horse again.' he casted you a playful smile and all you could do was shoot him a halfharted smile back as you followed after him, hearing Egg snickered behind you.
It's going to be a long ride. you thought to yourself.
And the rain got to the three of you quicker then any of you would've liked as you stopped to set up the tent in a open clearing after passing Duskendale along the way, hoping to breeze pass Harrenhal on the Kingsroad and continuing the journey to the North and the Wall beyond that. However the rain had come down hard and fast that by the time Dunk, Egg and yourself were inside you were dripping with rain water and Egg's floppy straw hat was droopy and threatning to come apart at the seems, like it was paper slowly disolving within water. Your cloaks were no better then you were, heavy with rainwater and suddenly a thousand pounds heavier because of it, all lying in three wet heaps before you pathetically.
'i know you said it would rain again but this is riddiculous.' you said as you peeked out of the front of the tent, watching as the rain seeimgly fell harder and faster compared to when it first began as a couple of droplets hitting you on the head. Dunk and Egg joined you in poking their heads out of the tent to watch the rain, all of you were pratically squashed together but none of you seemed to mind as you were feeling a little warmer in thanks to Dunk next to you. That man ran warmer then most which proved to be an advantage in times like these as you fought the urge to not lean against him and soak in his warmth some more, no matter how tempting it might be and so you focused on the rain instead, and not about how nicely you'd slot against Dunk's side all the while pulling Egg and tucking him into your side to keep him warm as well.
You haven't known the pair long but they've grown on you in ways you'd least expected in such a short amount of time, their dynamic never failed to make you laugh and smile from afar when you first glanced them, and now you were journing with the pair and indulged in their antics by throwing in your thoughts and opinions to the point where the company of knight and squire had grown to include you into their comapnionship.
The pair had wandered into your small missable town for work about a month ago and the end of that month they left the town much after a conspiratorial conflict with you in toe. You had helped Dunk to keep Egg safe and out of sight while the hedge knight dealt with an unruly robber knight that targeted the bald boy. You had no real plans as to where you wanted to go, you just wanted to be out of your town and go wherever the wind took you and they were your only way to do so considering how dangerous the roads were for one to venture alone.
'my hat.' egg sulked.
'we'll get you a new one if it pleases, now quit sulking becuase we're going to be here for a while.' Dunk replied from beside you. egg only glared at him before muttering under his breath that he wasn't sulking, just merely mourning the loss of his favourite straw hat. 'that's called sulking boy, you do it often enough for me to know when you are.' Dunk shot back and You couldn't help but smile at the pair as they went back and forth with their insults and threats of being clouted in the ear that never come to fruition, save for the one occasion where Dunk actually did clout Egg on the ear, but that was a completely different story for another time.
'what's got you laughing and smiling then?' Dunk asked you as he heard your laughter in his ear like a melody he could never forget, he liked that despite the downpour slowing down your progress to the North you still found something to smile and laugh at, brightening the small tent and him, while the bittercold stayed beyond the tent and the horses tied to a neaby tree who'd surely smell even more like horses by the time the rain passes by. Dunk had a soft spot for when you smiled and he was the cause of it, whether directly or indirectly it don’t matter he’ll take what he could get and however he go it, and could never bring himself to speak to you the way he speaks to Egg but that don’t mean he wasn’t one to be above sharing lighthearted barbs with you now and then.
‘Oh nothing, just how silly the pair of you are within the company of another,’ you told him, ‘one wouldn’t think that you were knight and squire but more or less two brothers squabbling over who gets the last fish. It’s endearing and sweet in a way.’ You finished before looking over at Dunk. ‘That and you’re really warm and I’m still cold from the rain.’ Dunk almost choked on air, causing Egg to laugh from behind the book he had pulled out from the leather bound bag you hastily brought in off of your palfrey’s back, averting his eyes to the side or out towards the downpour of rain outside the tent before even thinking of looking back towards you.
‘Ser Duncan can keep you warm if the cold displeases you, I’m sure he’s ready and willing to keep you warm however way you may want to be warmed.’ Egg jested, his violet eyes filled with mischief and knowing as he looked over at Dunk, who looked back at him with warning within the depths of his blue eyes.
‘I ought to clout you in the ear for your loose tongue.’ Dunk said but Egg merely shrugged his shoulders and looked back at his book, though not before saying. ‘It’s not a loose tongue if it’s obvious as how eager you are to please (name) on a whim.’ Dunk flushed with embarrassment and was trying to find the words to dispute Egg’s claim but you merely put a hand on his to bring his attention back to you, his eyes wide at being caught and his ears as red as cherries. It was humours to see a near seven foot tall man such as Dunk reduced to a skittish little boy over a few comments that now you knew held some truth from the way he was squirming under your gaze.
‘He speaks with speculation.’ Dunk told you.
You raised a brow. ‘Oh really? That’s a shame I was hoping you’d be so kind as to hold me as we three watch the rain together, praying that it passes fast.’ You replied as you went back to watching the rain that didn’t seem to bother you as much anymore, not when you were in great company such as Dunk and Egg. You kept watching the rain but could clearly see Dunk at war with himself as he shuffled closer to you, his warmth already warming you and he was only pressing a shoulder against your own. It wasn’t long before you felt his strong arms cradle you to his chest like you were made out of porcelain or other delicate materials that required a gentler touch then that of the calloused hands of a hedge knight.
Dunk huffed a sigh once you were fully flushed to his chest, soaking in the warmth you’ve dreamed of having for yourself, hearing him mutter under his breath. ‘Warmth is best shared after all, it would be wrong of me to allow you to suffer further cold then you have already, I would’ve given you my cloak but mine as as damp with rainwater as yours and Egg’s. So my body will have to do if that pleases you.’
‘It pleases me greatly.’ You whispered to him before remembering Egg and opening up your arms to the boy. ‘Come Egg, you must be cold too.’ You said and the little boy stared at you and Dunk, taking in the sight of you with your back to his front with outstretched arms towards him. He was uncharacteristically quite for a while as though contemplating a complex situation within his head, only until the rain outside seemed to lessen to a regular downpour then the onslaught it was moments prior did he put aside his book and moved himself into your arms.
‘I’m not cold,’ he said against you, ‘I merely didn’t wish to object to your invitation.’ Yet while he said this, his arms over your shoulders increased in strength as he held onto you like a babe would as you nestled further against Dunk, who too tightened his hold on you as the three of you looked outside at the rain in silence.
truely ive never posted any of my ocs except for two small posts on tiktok and Pinterest and it intimidates me to much so i thought here would be a wonderful introduction to my oc
This is my oc Damson Moore. A size shifting mutant in a slightly futuristic world. Ive had this particular character for over 6 years. Hes changed so much over those years and grown into something i truelt am proud of showing off.
My teal haired queen is Junya Tanaka a lovely cat mutant stubborn and bubbly. These 2 are truely something so special to me and this is only an introduction to something much bigger coming soon for them.
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