Despite what people may think, Spencer Reid is not a big fan of anything with a screen. He's always seen with a pen and a notebook. It's something you've noticed since working at the BAU, but never paid close attention to.
What did get your attention, however, were the reoccurring handwritten notes left on your belongings. Sometimes slipped in your bag or on the windshield of your car. Sometimes send to you without the writers adress.
It is a bit scary if you think about it too much, but the words adorning those pages make your heart flutter just a little bit. A passage full of appreciation, written so wonderfully or recited poems that fit you just a bit too well.
You never thought about connecting those dots until one morning. The whole team was sitting at the table in the conference room, Spencer right beside you with his notebook wide open. It only took one glance for you to recognise that handwriting – in the same black ink as those notes.
"She's like... a walking lie detector," Morgan whispers to Garcia with raised eyebrows, looking at you.
You're sitting at your desk, intensely watching the recording of a recent interrogation with furrowed eyebrows.
"It kind of scares me. As if she could find out my deepest, darkest secrets just by looking in my eyes," Garcia answers with her usual dramatic flair.
Reid rolls his eyes, "Lucky guesses," he claims.
"With a 100% accuracy rate," Morgen nudges Reid with a smug smile, "Jealous?"
"She's Gideons niece, she got the easy way in," Reid defends himself, but Garcia starts to giggle.
"She's been working at another FBI unit for a while, you know what they say about her? Ten minutes with a suspect and she can tell if they lie. Half an hour to figure out their intentions. An hour to predict their next move," she praises.
"And in every other aspect regarding our work, she's average at best," Reid speaks louder than before, catching your attention. The duo leaves the scene immediately, leaving only Reid in your line of sight.
It's your first day working for the BAU. You've been working hard to reach this position, spending years to prove your talent in the field.
You enter the building, trying to appear confident as the amount of new faces makes you nervous. But your polite smile drops the tiniest bit when you notice one specific familiar face... none other than Spencer Reid. You know each other from the FBI academy, training alongside each other. Well, training turned into competition and competition into an unspoken rivalry. At first, it was a great motivator, but eventually you worked yourself into burnout and had to take a break.
And now you're back, got the job that you wanted and yet seeing him makes you a little less enthusiastic about it.
"{{user}}?" Reid says, finally recognising you again.
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You’ve been working in the Hextech lab as an assistant and aspiring inventor for two weeks now. Jayce was the one to offer you the job, but you still feel like you have to prove yourself to Viktor.
Today, they gave you time to work on your own invention. After a while, you can feel Viktor peeking over your shoulder every now and then.
“{{user}}, don’t forget to isolate those cables…” he mutters under his breath, walking back to his desk.
You walk into the huge auditorium of the science fair. Jayce Talis is about to give a speech about Hextech, your rivaling company. The room is filled to the brim and you walk to the last available seat. Only after sitting down, you realize that the guy beside you is none other than Viktor - one of the inventors of Hextech and the guy who was chosen as Heimerdingers assistant instead of you…
“What do you have there?” Viktor asks, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. He walks over to your desk, watching you wrap a towel around a drenching wet kitten. You found it outside in the rain during lunch break. However, Victor isn’t quite happy with having pets in the lab…
You just moved into the so-called "Murder House". First, you didn't think much of it. But as you unpacked your stuff, you couldn't help but feel watched...
You sit in the common room of the asylum, trying to ignore the other patients and never ending loop of music. The guards drag in the suspected murderer Kit Walker. You've seen him before, but never talked to him. That might change today.
He walks over to you, side eyeing the guards.
"So, what are you in for?" He asks.
It's the night of Will Drakes fashion show. James didn't plan to go, but his curiosity convinced him otherwise. After all, James wanted to know what the new owner would do with his hotel.
He stands in the shadows of the top floor, looking down at the runway. First, he was scanning the crowd for Elizabeth, until his gaze met yours and he just couldn't look away. Coincidentally, you happened to look up, locking eyes with the silhouette of a man. Something about him draws you in and the thought of ditching the show to see who he might be crosses your mind. But you wouldn't risk your reputation for a stranger, would you?
A/N: This was inspired by Lovers Rock - TV Girl btw :P
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The successful invasion of New York City has been a while ago now. As you were stumbling across the streets past debris and mutated humans, you desperately sought for help. At that point, you’ve known the turtles for a few months. They send you a text to come outside so they could pick you up in their van. Not a moment has passed before they came drifting around the corner, stopping abruptly so you could jump inside.
That day, you fled your hometown and had to leave your whole life behind.
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“I love that song!” you exclaim with a small smile, not looking up from the old, chunky laptop in front of you. Donnie smiles back at you, lifting his head over his computer's screen to snatch a quick glance at you nodding your head to the beat.
He thinks about what he should answer, analysing every option and its possible outcome. After overthinking it, he settles on a simple ‘Me too!’, however, doesn’t get it out in time, before it would be too late and awkward to answer.
Mentally facepalming himself for staying quiet, he tries to go back to work, but is quickly distracted by your humming.
Donnie and you are alone together in the barn, just like he hoped. Though there isn’t much time for chatting or bonding or, well… making you fall for him or something…
Both of you are busy trying to translate and decode some Kraang data you stole from one of their headquarters back in NYC, before the invasion. It’s tiresome work with lots of dead ends, straining your patience.
After a few days of sitting on the unreadable files, the Mutant decided to put on some music to lift the mood. It wasn’t as much of an impulsive idea as he pretended it was. In fact, it took him a whole day to get over his anxiety and bring up that idea.
And, who would’ve thought, he just so happened to have the perfect playlist!
Well, he actually spent a whole night calculating and putting together a playlist for the two of you. Just to make sure that the time you spent together is perfect!
A huge sigh escapes your lips as you push back your chair and spin a few times, hoping for your tired brain to reset.
“God, I’m so done with this. Nothing! NOTHING! I can’t find a single thing!” you say unintentionally loud. Donnie thinks about a way to console you, but feels the same. He’s tired and exhausted, barely got any sleep or went outside. His brothers, April and Casey have taken over patrol, giving him and you time to work on the stolen files.
“How’s your progress?” you ask, stopping your chair from spinning and looking past the computers blocking your view from your friend.
“Extremely slow, but at least something…” He sighs, “Oh who am I kidding! I've run into a dead end two hours ago!”
He lays his head on the table in frustration.
You take a deep breath, smelling the comforting autumn night air. The thought of taking a break outside, underneath the stars, pulls your glance towards the huge barn doors. The dim light of the old oil lamp beside you is spilling out the small gap between the doors, just like you wish you could.
Donnie notices your dreamy stare towards the wooden exit, thinking of something to say. For a moment, he dares to let his fantasies drift away from work. His little daydream trails off to laying in the grass with you, watching the stars, sharing earphones… listening to you humming to your favourite songs… your hands getting closer…
“I think I’ll go outside for a moment,” he says without thinking and stands up, turning away from you as his face heats up. He’s not sure if he needs a moment alone or hopes for you to follow him into the night, but when he hears you asking “Mind if I join?” and his heart skips a beat, all his questions seem answered.
“I’d never mind,” he says unusually confidently, all the hard work might just have turned off his anxiety for a moment.
You stand up and walk to him, he waits patiently for you to catch up. The warm but refreshing early autumn night air hugs you loosely as Donnie pushes open the doors, gesturing for you to go out first. A slight breeze dances past your bright face, making you forget about your worries for a bit. You catch Donnie’s glance and without words, both of you lead each other away from the house. As you glance inside, you see shadows walk past the curtains in the lit up windows, signalling you that your friends are done with work and exercise, calling it a day as well.
The small hill beside the farm is basically calling your names as you wander through the dark, nothing but the moon and the house lightning up your path. But with Donnie by your side, not even walking through the dark forest scares you.
With a content sigh, you let yourself plop down into the lush grass at the top of the hill. It’s slightly damp, but not enough to bother you. Nor Donnie apparently, as he sits down right beside you. For a second, your knees touch but he pulls his leg away, making the spot feel colder than before.
Donnie's heart races as the current situation gets way too close to his little daydream from before. But something in him wants to see how far he can go, he wants to test if his dream can become reality.
You lay down in the grass, your neck hurting from looking up into the sky for the past few minutes. The turtle beside you pulls out his phone and earbuds, plugging them in and handing one to you. Smiling up at him, you carefully take it from his hand and put it into your ear, Donnie mirroring your actions before laying down beside you.
Your shoulders almost touch. Almost.
The song from before continues playing, but fairly quiet this time. You can still hear a few grasshoppers chirping, the wind rustling through the tree’s crowns and dare you say, even Donnie’s calm breathing.
You start humming again, tracing star constellations with your fingers in the sky.
“Cassiopeia,” you mumble fondly, happy to find constellation after constellation in the clear sky, “and Hercules.” Your finger swiftly glides over to the ancient hero.
The next song starts, another one of your favourites. Either Don happens to have the same music taste as you or knows you too well, you think to yourself.
“Did you know, Hercules’ brightest star is Kornephoros,” he says quickly. You turn your head over to him, grinning.
“Smart as always, how do you just know that kinda stuff?”
He only shrugs, grinning back at you.
Unknowingly, both of you happen to glance down at your hands at the same time, and as you see how close they are, the same thought comes to your minds.
Neither of you act on it though.
To be honest, you didn’t even think you felt something for the boy. But now you lay here in the grass with him and suddenly you yearn nothing more than his touch. You want the spot on your knee to be warm and tingly again, his hand on your cold fingers, laying shoulder to shoulder.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen such a beautiful night sky,” you break the silence.
“The city’s light pollution is awful,” he mentions, averting his gaze from you to the cloudless sky, “back here, you can see more stars that you could count.”
Ever so slightly, you move your hands closer to one another.
While you’re questioning your feelings, Donnie’s got it all figured out. He fell first, long ago.
“The Pegasus,” you say as you accidentally point up with the hand that was right beside Donnie’s. You drop it again, cursing yourself for pulling it away. But your hand happens to fall right on top of his. Embarrassed, you pull away. God, you feel like some little kid right now, blushing over accidentally touching someone's hand.
Donnie’s heart seemed to explode for a second when you let your hand fall onto his. Was it an accident? Did you plan this? Why did you pull away? Was it weird that he didn’t pull away?
All these questions, but there's one thing that he’s sure about: that has to happen again. And for once, this desire pushes his anxiety away and he reaches over and grabs your hand.
From the corner of his eye he sees you turning to him, but you didn’t pull away. He’s too scared to look you in the eyes, terrified of being met with a face of disgust.
His worries disappear though, as you turn around your hand in his grasp and intertwine your fingers. He glances at you, both your faces looking equally surprised.
Another song you love comes on, but by now you don’t even pay attention to it.
A/N: My 10 year old self must've taken over me and ghostwritten this bc why the hell am I, a 19 year old, writing BTR fanfiction AND it's the best stuff I've written in months. God. Have fun. I'm so done over here.
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James has got a thing for you.
And that’s not a secret, not even to you. When he likes someone, he pursues them – that’s nothing new. The very moment you stepped into the Palmwoods, retrieving your key and James just so happened to walk into the lobby, the word “Dibs!” left his lips so fast, his friends didn’t even have a chance to lay eyes on you.
He wasn’t afraid to show you his interest, just like he was with every other person that appealed to him. But the difference with you was that every sweet word from him was laced with the tiniest bit of hesitation.
Just after a few days of getting to know you, the sheer thought of being rejected by you would have ruined him. One part of him wanted to share every sweet thought about you that ever crossed his mind, another part of him was – possibly for the first time – genuinely scared of your reaction.
His advances at you didn’t go unnoticed. At first, you felt flattered at such a good looking, charming guy flirting with you. Though it did feel a bit overwhelming, you barely knew him after all. You thought if he actually liked you like that, he would wait a bit. He’d be ready to get to know you more. But that wasn’t quite the case, at least how it appeared to you.
You got to know the boys of Big Time Rush along with the friends they made in the Palmwoods and spent a lot of time with them. However, James would always try to get close to you – it felt suffocating. You didn’t have the heart to reject him and tried to instead gently push him away, both literally and metaphorically.
James didn’t quite get it, thinking you aren’t into him yet and he would have to try harder. But after a while it felt simply pointless to him and he stopped. He went back to his usual self, flirting with any pretty girl willing to pay attention to him. It was obvious that he did this to distract himself from you, but if anyone would have asked him he’d insist that he’s over you – what a lie. At that point he was head over heels.
Desperation coated his aimless flirts, reaching for the attention he craved from you.
At this point James and you were good friends, having known each other for a bit longer. You finally felt like you knew him and he might know you.
It happened quite overnight – no, actually. Faster than that. He was only a friend, you swear. But that one friday night… A power outage. A few people from the Palmwoods sat outside beside the pool, surrounding a campfire. That and the countless candles being the only sources of light shimmering on your skin. A guitar went around, person after person sharing their musical talent waiting for the electricity to come back. Of course, it didn’t take long until it was James and his friends' turn. You were swaying back and forth, humming along with the tune of their song and basking in the heat of the fire. It was a very cozy moment and for the first time since arriving at the Palmwoods, you felt like you were surrounded by normal teens instead of aspiring stars. You’ve never felt closer to your friends, neighbors and even the people you’ve never talked to. You dared to look over at the boys singing, just a moment. But that very second you laid your eyes on James, something clicked in your mind. You’ve seen him countless times, always looking perfect, keeping himself in check. Though in that moment, the way he sat there – his hair disheveled from being in the pool, wearing his still slightly wet swimming trunks and a loose shirt, singing and swaying and having fun – something sparked in you.
And suddenly you missed when he shifted to sit just a bit closer to you, kept eye contact like his life depended on it and would put his hand on your shoulder, so tender and carefully as if he could scare you away. You took it for granted back then. That was quite literally how you got to know him and now that part is basically gone.
That “moment” you looked at him happened to turn into a full on stare. Not too obvious of course, but embarrassing enough that when his gaze caught yours, you turned your head faster than you even processed what just happened.
You’d like to slap yourself for the train of thought that just occupied your mind. Yes, James was nice and lovely and good looking and charming and whatever – but to you he also seemed like he never took it seriously.
To you, he tried to wrap you around his finger until he realized that you aren’t that easy to swoon.
To you, it seemed like he got bored of you and flirted with the next girl, until he got bored of her and flirted with the next. Again and again.
To you he was just a heartthrob, simple as that.
To him, you were an unattainable star he could only wish for.
Therefore, only a friendship blossomed between the two of you.
A while has passed since that night of realization and to be honest, you kept struggling to look at James the same. He shined a bit brighter in your life and that made you mad. There was no way you could ever have something serious with him, you told yourself. Just yesterday you saw him in the park with his arm around a pretty black haired girl.
Though the truth is, her eyes reminded James of yours. And he ghosted her by the end of the day because her laughter sounded off beat and sour compared to yours. He kept asking himself if you laugh at other peoples jokes like you do at his – if you ever gifted that smile, that one special smile he only saw a couple of times, to anyone but him. He hoped you didn’t.
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James, Carlos, Logan and Kendall were at the studio, recording a song like so often. As usual they were having fun, making jokes, pissing off Gustavo until James fell silent.
“Everything alright?” Logan asked after he took note of James' sudden change in behavior.
“My mother will come this evening,” he says rather quietly, shocked at himself for forgetting this.
“That’s good though, isn’t it? As long as she doesn’t want to take you back to Minnesota.” Kendall shrugs.
Of course that’s good. James is glad that he might build a normal mother-son relationship despite the long distance, now that his mother agreed to come visit him more often. However, there is one tiny little issue…
“I told her I have a girlfriend,” James admits.
“But you don’t..?” Carlos raises an eyebrow, “When was the last time you’ve had an actual girlfriend?”
“THATS-” James says loudly before cutting himself off, “Don’t say it like that.”
He takes a deep breath, thinking about how to handle this situation. A while ago his mother called, in true motherly fashion she obviously had to know about her son's love life. He might have been too prideful, and amidst his pride a bit delusional; he didn’t want to admit that for the first time in a while, he was hopelessly in love with someone. So he lied.
Of course he had a girlfriend. She’s lovely and special, not like any of the girls he brought home that his mother never approved of.
The band wasted no time, finishing work in record speed, rushing out of the studio so fast, not even Gustavo's angry shouts reached them. They were going to find a “girlfriend” for James for this evening, no matter what it takes.
They reached the Palmwoods, scanning the lobby like they were on a hunt.
“Any preferences or just anyone? Look at that blonde over there, she’s pretty!” Carlos pointed across the room.
“Oh no she knows me,” James shook his head.
“We need someone we can trust to play along and lie. And she has to lie well, you know James’ mom.” Logan thought out loud.
Just in the right moment, you came out of the elevator, walking across the lobby.
“Her!” Kendall, Logan and Carlos shouted in unison. You stopped in your tracks, hesitantly pointing to yourself with a questioning expression, “Me?”
James stared at you with wide eyes. Of course you’d be the perfect fit. You know him, join his shenanigans regularly, aren’t too bad at lying and surely wouldn’t get your hopes up like others might. Though his heart aches a bit at the thought. He doesn’t admit it to himself, but he still likes you just a bit too much for his liking. Maybe he’d be the one to falsely get his hopes up after acting out a relationship for a whole evening. Going back to friends after his mother leaves might hurt a little too much. Is he ready to take that risk?
“We need you to be James' girlfriend!” Kendall said loudly, rushing over to you along with Carlos and Logan.
“What? Huh?” You’re surprised to say the least. Was that a confession? A joke? The boys explained the situation to you – a bit fast and all over the place, but good enough. By the end of it, James finally walked over to the four of you, his expression being a mix of embarrassment, panic and hope.
“Could you do that? Pleeeease? For us?” Kendall said, joined by Carlos: “We’ll make it up to you, pinky promise!”, as Logan nodded profusely.
“I guess, yeah. We can do that.” You nodded slowly, looking over at James. The tension in his shoulders was gone, he could breathe for a moment.
Together, you went up into the band’s apartment, being greeted by Kendall’s mom. She already started the dinner and immediately you joined her and helped prepare the meal and table. With now 5 more people by Ms. Knights side, it took significantly less time to get everything ready.
“James, can you pass me the plates?” You asked the boy, he looked at you for a moment, appearing like a deer in headlights, before bringing you the stack of plates. You smiled at him, nodding as a thanks and put the plates down around the table.
The both of you haven’t been this close in a while and on top of that, didn’t feel this awkward around each other in a while. About half an hour until James' mother arrives at the Palmwoods, the food was simmering on the stove and the table looked like straight out of a five star restaurant, adorned with flowers and folded napkins.
You joined James on the sofa, letting yourself fall against the soft cushions in hopes of it releasing the tension building up inside of you. In just 28 minutes you’d have to act like the girlfriend of the boy you’ve had a very complicated almost-crush on (that you had yet to admit to yourself).
“You’re stupid, you know that?”, you said with a slight laugh in your voice. James turned to you, slouched back into the sofa with his arms crossed. Up until then, he looked serious and deep in thought. Now he’s raising an eyebrow and fighting a smile.
“For lying to my mom?”
“For lying to your mom,” you said, slowly subconsciously mimicking his pose. You looked at him a bit longer, trying to figure out what he thought at the moment.
“It’s gonna work out, yeah? I’ll try my best. I’ll be so all over you, your mom would think we're about to get married or something,” you tried to joke to lighten the mood, slightly nudging his knee with yours. A long sigh escaped his lips and finally, a smile appeared.
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“So you’re the lucky girl?” Ms. Diamond says in an unreadable voice. James just picked her up at the entrance of the Palmwoods, guiding her up into the apartment where everyone else was waiting patiently. She walked through the door, radiating willpower, sternness and a bit of sass.
Now she’s standing in front of you, reaching out her hand for you to shake and looking you up and down, before glancing towards James, raising her eyebrows so quick you almost didn’t see it. You follow her gaze over to her son, widening your eyes a bit, hoping he gets the message that you're ‘struggling over here!!!!’
He quickly comes over, resting his hand on your back. You see his mother noticing the gesture and lean a bit into James' touch, just as the cherry on top.
The both of you guide Ms. Diamond over to the table and you rush to help Ms. Knight with the pots and pans, bringing them over to the table. As everything’s ready and you want to sit down, James quickly gets up from his seat beside you and pulls out the chair for you in true gentleman's fashion. He gestures to you to sit and you do as he says, before he pushes your chair to the table.
Accidentally, as he sits down, his knee touches yours, but he doesn’t pull away. Neither do you. You keep telling yourself it’s just for show.
Everyone starts chatting – especially the two mothers of the table that desperately need to catch up – and filling their plates up. You do as everyone else, though quietly. You’re so unbelievably focused on James (obviously for the sake of the lie) that you’re not sure what to say.
“So,” Ms. Diamond says, her voice effortlessly louder than the others, “How did you two sweethearts meet?”James and you look at each other. Shit. You didn’t plan anything like that.
“Uhm..” You start, stalling a bit to figure out a good story.
“Right here, at the Palmwood,” James says confidently after a moment, “She walked in and I saw her and I said ‘wow!’”
“Actually, he said ‘DIBS!’,” Carlos says with a full mouth, earning a light punch from Katie.
“I got to know the boys and he didn’t move from my side,” you add to James’ retelling.
“It just kind of happened. We became friends and slowly… more,” he looks at you and you have to fight to keep a smile on while hearing his corny words. You nod, looking at your food to not let the mask slip.
James' mother asks you more and more and you feel like you can’t put an end to it. Every now and then James would get a bit closer, say something sweet to you or simply wink. You felt like when you arrived at the Palmwoods. But you let it happen, for the sake of fooling his mother. And maybe you enjoyed it a bit. Just a tiny little bit.
But the thought that all this is just fake and quite literally the result of the fact he doesn’t take relationships seriously, makes you want to push him away again.
Gently just like the way he slowly grabs your hand right now.
Tenderly like the way he lets his thumb glide up and down over the ridges of your knuckles.
You want to push him away, just not too far. So he’ll be gone for now but might come back later.
Maybe you just want to push him to lay your hands on him just once, but there are better ways to do that, aren't there?
So you let it happen, basking in his adoration for once. Enjoying it a bit too much for your liking.
After about an hour of dinner and chit-chat, Ms. Diamond excuses herself and her son to go on a little mother-son-walk through the park. You bid goodbye to her, reciprocating her firm handshake as a good last impression.
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You finish washing the dishes before James comes back from the walk. Neverending questions about what his mother thinks of you plague your mind, but you're not sure why. The show is over after all.
Finally back in your own apartment, you pace back and forth, replaying the events of today again and again in your head. It’s already a bit dark out when you almost overhear someone knocking on the door from how filled your mind is. You rush over, not even looking through the peephole before opening the door.
Of course, James is there. Alone and calm, no smile or even flirtatious smirk adorning his face.
“Hi,” you say, curious about what he wants.
“Hey.” He lays his hand on the door, pushing slightly, letting himself in. It’s dark in your apartment, aside from a small warm lamp on a table beside the couch, illuminating the both of you just enough, casting an orange glow on his face like that night at the campfire.
Oh and how you wish that feeling in your stomach – just like that night at the campfire – would leave.
You take a few steps back, standing awkwardly in your living room, letting him come in.
“How did it go? The walk with you mom,” you ask quietly. He nods, collecting his words and looking into the lamp.
“Good. She liked it. She liked you, I think.”
“What did she say?” you ask, now even more curious. She liked you.
“You seem like a sweet person. She’s used to other types of girls from me. She thinks you’d be good for me.” He laughs a bit at the end.
You fidget with your hands, not sure what to say. Usually he’s more cheery and talkative, finding topics for conversations, even if he just wants to talk about himself.
“So… friends, right?”, you say, even more quietly.
A smile forms on his lips, barely visible, “I don’t know. Do you like me? Because I like you.”
“I know you do. You like a lot of people though, so what’s it worth?”
His smile drops.
“If you’re not going to give me a chance, then at least a kiss to get over you?”
He steps closer, you stay put.
“You’re just trying to swoon me,” you say, trying to be stern but hearing that sentence out of your own mouth makes you smile a bit. He comes closer again and you want to step back, but looking at him makes you remember all the times he made your heart flutter. You think of all the times you looked at him and thought to yourself, if he kissed you now, you’d be his. You feel his warmth now, he leans in.
And you let it happen. And you kiss back. Gently. Tenderly. Slow.
One kiss, he said. But not how long it will last.
Eventually, you pull back, looking down.
“Are you over me now?” you ask, not sure what answer you’re hoping for.
It finally happened. You've known Raph for quite a while now. His anger issues were something you accepted about him. Well, at that point it seemed like he could never lash out at you anyway.
But now he did. He was angry, shouting, punching anything in his vicinity.
“I just can't stand you being here! Get the hell out!” he shouted at you, his voice raspy now.
