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[buttermellow-niffler]

Under the Armour

Summary: It starts with a dagger left in the sand. It ends with Clarisse La Rue looking at you like she doesn’t know whether to threaten you…or trust you.

Pairing: Clarisse La Rue x Reader

Warnings: Brief intimidation, Mentions of bruises and fighting (non-graphic), Emotional vulnerability, Themes of loneliness, Fear of humiliation/exposure

This is a work of fanfiction based on Percy Jackson and the Olympians. I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or any related characters or settings; all original material belongs to their respective creators.

Part 2

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The first time you see Clarisse La Rue lose something, you’re not even sure it counts as “losing.”

It’s just… there. Sitting in the sand near the edge of the arena like it got tired of being sharp and decided to take a break.

A dagger.

Not any dagger, either. Bronze blade, leather-wrapped grip, nicked once near the hilt like it’s been kissed by too many swords. It looks used the way Clarisse looks used—like both of them have been through fights and came out hungrier.

You crouch and pick it up carefully.

The moment your fingers wrap around the handle, you know who it belongs to. There’s a certain vibe to it. Like it’s judging you for holding it wrong. Like it wants to be thrown, not carried.

Like it’s hers.

You glance around the training arena. A couple campers are still sparring in the distance, laughing as they slam shields together. No one’s looking your way. No one’s shouting, “Hey! That’s Clarisse’s!”

Which is… telling.

Most people don’t touch Clarisse’s things. Most people don’t even look at Clarisse’s things for too long.

You turn the dagger over in your hand and consider your options.

Option one: leave it where it is and pretend you never saw it.

Option two: return it and risk Clarisse deciding you stole it and wanting to practice disembowelment on your ribs.

Your brain says option one.

Something in your chest—something stupidly loyal and annoyingly brave—says option two.

So you do the safest version of option two you can think of.

You walk up to the Ares cabin, the one that always looks like it was built to intimidate anyone with functioning fear instincts, and you drop the dagger on the front step like you’re leaving an offering for an angry god.

You don’t knock.

You definitely don’t go inside.

You just set it down, back away, and tell yourself, There. Done. Good deed complete. Survive the day.

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The next day, you pass the Ares cabin again.

And the dagger is still there.

At first you think maybe it’s a different dagger. Because surely Clarisse wouldn’t just—leave it.

But no. Same nick near the hilt. Same leather wrap. Same “touch me and I’ll bite you” energy.

It’s sitting exactly where you left it, like the cabin rejected it.

Or like no one dared pick it up.

You stop walking.

Your feet hesitate like they’re trying to remember how fear works. You can almost hear campers in your head:

Don’t. Are you insane? That’s Clarisse’s cabin. She’ll kill you.

And yet… the dagger is still there. Which means Clarisse either didn’t see it, didn’t care, or—more likely—something’s going on.

You sigh, grab the dagger, and go up the steps.

The door is heavy. It groans when you push it open, like it’s warning you this is a mistake. The inside smells like sweat and metal and anger—like the air itself learned how to throw punches.

You step in cautiously.

A couple Ares kids glance at you from across the room and immediately look away like eye contact might start a war. No one stops you. No one says hi.

You keep your head down and head toward the rows of bunks.

Clarisse’s bed is easy to spot. Not because it’s neat—because it isn’t. Not because it’s messy, either. It’s… claimed. Like the space around it knows who it belongs to.

There’s a dent in the pillow, a few scraps of torn fabric near the foot of the bed, and a faint scratch mark on the bedframe like a weapon has been dragged across it more than once.

You approach with the dagger held carefully in both hands.

Your goal is simple: place dagger on bed. Leave. Breathe again.

You step closer— and your foot catches on something.

It’s not enough to fully fall. Just enough to make you stumble and jerk forward.

“Sh—”

You catch yourself on the bedframe, heart slamming into your ribs like it’s trying to escape. You glance down, annoyed and embarrassed.

That’s when you see it.

A flash of red.

Something soft and worn—half-hidden under the bed, like it tried to crawl away.

A sleeve.

A hoodie sleeve.

It’s sticking out from under Clarisse’s bed like a secret that got sloppy.

You freeze.

Because it’s not just any hoodie.

It’s red, faded from a hundred washes. The cuffs are stretched. There’s a tiny tear near the wrist seam. It looks ancient in a way that doesn’t match Clarisse’s usual style of “military-grade intimidation.”

This hoodie doesn’t look like a weapon.

It looks like comfort.

And for some reason, the thought of Clarisse having comfort makes your chest do something weird.

You should leave it alone. You should pretend you didn’t see it. You should complete your mission: dagger on bed, escape.

But your foot is still pressed against the sleeve, and now it’s halfway out on the floor, exposed like you dragged it into the light.

If someone else walks in, sees it, laughs—

Your stomach tightens.

You crouch slowly and hook your fingers under the fabric.

It’s softer than you expect. Worn down to that perfect lived-in softness. Like it’s been held onto in storms.

You pull it out carefully, trying not to make it obvious you touched it, and you fold it once. Neatly. Like you’re handling something fragile.

You stand, hoodie in one hand, dagger in the other, and turn toward Clarisse’s bed.

You’re halfway through setting them down when the cabin door bangs open.

Hard.

Footsteps slam against the floorboards like someone’s making a point.

And you don’t have to look up to know exactly who it is.

Clarisse’s voice slices through the air. “Which one of you idiots—”

She stops.

You look up.

Clarisse La Rue stands in the doorway, broad-shouldered and sunburnt and furious in the way she always is. Her hair is tied back like she’s preparing for battle. There’s dirt on her knuckles. There’s a bruise blooming along her jaw like someone tried to argue with her fists and lost.

Her gaze lands on you.

Then the dagger.

Then the hoodie in your hands.

Her expression changes so fast you almost miss it. Anger, suspicion, and then—

Something sharp. Something panicked.

She moves in three quick strides, closing the distance like a threat.

“What,” she says, low and dangerous, “are you doing.”

The Ares kids across the room go dead quiet.

Your mouth goes dry.

You lift the dagger slightly, like it’s evidence. “I—uh. I found this at training yesterday. It was outside your cabin, so I dropped it off. It was still there today, so I figured…” You swallow. “I figured I should bring it in.”

Clarisse’s eyes flick to the dagger.

Then back to the hoodie.

Her jaw clenches.

“And that?” she snaps.

You glance down at the red hoodie like it might suddenly become a snake. “I tripped,” you say quickly. “It was on the floor. Under your bed. The sleeve was sticking out. I was just—” You lift it a little, showing the neat fold. “I was just folding it so it wouldn’t get stepped on.”

Clarisse stares at you like she’s deciding whether you’re lying.

The air is thick. Heavy. The entire cabin feels like it’s holding its breath.

Finally, her voice drops. “People don’t touch my stuff.”

“I know,” you say, immediately. Then, because you’re apparently determined to die today, you add, “That’s kind of why I’m doing it.”

Her eyes narrow. “Explain.”

You take a breath. You can feel your heartbeat in your fingertips.

“I’m not here to mess with you,” you say. “Or laugh at you. Or whatever everyone else assumes happens when someone finds out you’re… you know. Human.”

Clarisse’s nostrils flare. “I’m not—”

“Everyone’s human,” you say gently. “Even you.”

Silence.

The kind that feels like standing near a cliff edge.

Clarisse’s gaze drags over your face like she’s trying to find the punchline. Like she expects you to smirk. Like she expects you to be scared.

You don’t smirk.

You don’t back up.

You just stand there, holding her dagger and her hoodie like you’re in charge of guarding them with your life.

Something in Clarisse’s expression tightens.

Not anger.

Not exactly.

More like… she doesn’t know what to do with you.

You carefully set the dagger down on her bed. Then you set the hoodie beside it, folded.

You keep your hands visible when you step back. Non-threatening. Respectful.

“There,” you say. “That’s all. I’ll go.”

Clarisse doesn’t move.

Her eyes are locked on the hoodie like it’s a live wire.

Then she looks at you again, and her voice is rougher when she says, “Why aren’t you scared of me?”

The question hits you harder than any insult could’ve.

You blink. “Should I be?”

Clarisse’s mouth twists like she’s offended by the idea you wouldn’t be. “People are.”

“I noticed,” you say.

She scoffs, but it comes out weak. “Smart people are.”

You shrug a little. “Then I guess I’m not smart.”

That earns you the tiniest flicker—almost a smile, gone as fast as it appears.

Clarisse steps closer. Not in the way she does when she’s about to hit someone.

In the way she does when she’s trying to see something up close.

Up close, her eyes are darker than you expect. Not just angry-dark. Thoughtful-dark. Like there’s a whole storm in there that she keeps on a leash.

Her voice drops. “You’re gonna tell anyone you saw it?”

“No,” you say instantly.

Clarisse watches you.

You add, quieter, “It’s not my secret to share.”

Something in her face shifts again. It’s small, but you catch it: the briefest exhale, like she didn’t realize she was holding her breath.

“Good,” she mutters, like it’s a warning. Like she’s still Clarisse La Rue and she still bites.

Then she reaches out and snatches the hoodie off the bed.

She holds it for a second, fingers digging into the fabric, and you see it—just a flash—how much it matters to her.

And that’s when it clicks.

This hoodie isn’t just “soft.”

It’s history.

It’s little-kid Clarisse, too stubborn to cry.

It’s Clarisse with scraped knees and a bruised ego, clinging to something warm because the world wasn’t.

It’s Clarisse, alone, pretending she isn’t.

She tugs it closer to her chest, then immediately realizes you’re looking and stiffens like she caught herself being weak.

Her chin lifts. “It’s old.”

“I can see that,” you say, keeping your tone neutral.

“It’s not—” She stops. Her throat bobs like she swallowed something sharp. “It doesn’t matter.”

You nod slowly. “Okay.”

Clarisse’s eyes flick up again. “You’re not going to say something stupid.”

“Nope.”

“Like ‘that’s cute.’”

You bite your tongue.

Clarisse’s stare sharpens. “Were you going to?”

You hold up a hand in surrender. “I was going to say… it looks like it’s been through a lot.”

Her eyes narrow, suspicious, but she doesn’t snap at you.

You push a little, carefully. “Like you.”

Clarisse’s grip tightens on the hoodie.

“You don’t know me,” she says.

“I know you’re fierce,” you reply. “And everyone acts like that’s all you are.”

Her gaze flickers. “It is all I am.”

You tilt your head. “Is it?”

Clarisse looks like she wants to argue. Like she wants to pick a fight because fights are easy and feelings are… not.

Her shoulders tense. “People don’t respect you unless you make them.”

“I respect you,” you say.

Clarisse’s eyes flash. “Because you’re scared.”

“No,” you say, voice steady. “Because you’re cool.”

That lands.

It lands so hard you watch her stumble internally, like you shoved her with words instead of fists.

Clarisse blinks. “Cool,” she repeats, like she’s tasting the word and deciding it’s ridiculous.

“Yeah,” you say, shrugging. “You lead like you mean it. You fight like you mean it. You don’t pretend.”

Clarisse’s gaze drags over you again, slower this time. Less like a threat assessment. More like… she’s actually seeing you.

Then she scoffs. “You’re weird.”

You grin. “I’ve been told.”

A pause.

The cabin is still too quiet. The other Ares kids are pretending they’re not listening, but you can feel their attention like heat on your skin.

Clarisse shifts, and her voice drops lower. “You should leave.”

You nod. “Okay.”

But you don’t move right away.

Clarisse’s brow furrows. “What.”

You glance at the hoodie in her arms. “Just… don’t leave your dagger outside again. Someone could take it.”

Clarisse snorts. “No one’s stupid enough.”

You lift an eyebrow. “I was stupid enough to pick it up.”

That earns another flicker—this time, the smile almost stays.

Almost.

Clarisse clears her throat, like the sound annoys her. “If you find my stuff again… just—” Her jaw tightens. “Just bring it in.”

You blink. “Really?”

She glares. “Don’t make a thing out of it.”

You raise both hands again, surrendering. “Not making a thing.”

Clarisse shifts the hoodie, and for a second, it slips—just enough that you see the inside tag.

It has a name on it, faded and messy, like it was written by a kid:

Clarisse.

Something in your chest squeezes.

Clarisse notices where you’re looking and yanks the hoodie closer again, defensive.

You keep your voice light. “Red suits you.”

Clarisse pauses.

Then she mutters, “Yeah. Whatever.”

But her ears go slightly pink.

It’s so subtle you almost miss it.

Almost.

You take a careful step back. “I’ll go.”

Clarisse watches you as you turn away.

You’re halfway to the door when she calls out, rough, “Hey.”

You stop.

You look back.

Clarisse stands there, hoodie clenched in one hand like a lifeline and her other hand flexing like she doesn’t know what to do with it.

Her eyes lock on yours.

“Thanks,” she says, like it’s an insult.

Your chest warms anyway.

You grin, softer this time. “Anytime.”

Clarisse looks like she hates that answer.

And also like she doesn’t.

As you step out into the sunlight, you can still feel her stare on your back—heavy and confusing and intense.

Like she’s not sure what to do with someone who doesn’t flinch.

Like she’s not sure what to do with someone who saw something soft beneath the armor…

…and chose to protect it.

And for the first time since you arrived at camp, you think:

Yeah. This is going to be a problem.

Because you’re pretty sure Clarisse La Rue is already becoming one of your favorite problems.

And judging by the way she didn’t tell you to get lost…

You might be becoming hers, too.

[immedealwithit9855]

A Ninja's Laughter

Part 3-Part 4

Mikey may in his bed, staring at the ceiling. The calm sewer breeze coming through his door. A whistle like tune, soothing him only by a meer hair. He wasn't sure what he was so saddened with.

'She didn't know it was from me. Her friends were doing her a favor. I just wish she peeked at the note." He mumbled. "Then again, I did leave it outside in the rough weather."

He was sad but also angered. Not at your friends who destroyed your gift. Not at you for not knowing. But at the man who caused you pain. He started to growl in his chest, fist clenching.

He started to understand how Raph feels when someone he cares about gets hurt or is in danger.

As he pondered, he gets a knock on the door.

"Michelangelo? It is your father. May I come in?" He calls out.

"Yeah, dad. Come on in." He says back to him.

Splinter enters Mikey's room with the intent on checking on him. As he got closer, he sensed something off with his youngest son.

"Your aura is strange this evening Michelangelo. Tell me, what troubles you my son?" Hes noticed Mikey behaving oddly since you were brought to their domain.

"It's.....her. Y/N. She didn't freak out at me. She called me......handsome." He shyly says.

Master Splinter has known Mikey to be the heart of the group. Often being the one to defuse conflict between his brothers and crack a joke or a smile during a takedown. Seeing him in this state of confusion, baffled him for a moment.

"She has shown to be accepting of us. You especially since you saved her. This is rarity. A rarity that should be praised. Yet, your demeanor speaks a different language, my son."

Mikey sighs. He didn't want to share this with anyone, mainly his brothers. But, the anger he felt was overpowering him. He began to explain what he saw as he was passing by your place after breaking rank with the guys to get some air.

He was in the alley doing parkour when he sensed you coming. He hid himself behind the dumpster out of view from you. He stayed there for a moment due to you being a woman in the middle of the night walking home in the rain by yourself.

"I figured I'd wait until she went inside. Just in case, you know." Splinter nodded his understanding, beckoning Mikey to continue his story. He saw Mikey's lip curl and fists clench.

Mikey further explained how you threw some woman out into the sludge. He watched the woman lay there in shock. He was gonna check on her when he heard the whipping sounds coming from your apartment. The cheating male shrieking and whining for you to stop.

After a few moments, Mikey watched you throw him out too. The look of anger and heartbreak in your eyes hit hard as you went back into your apartment. He watched the guilty parties scamper away. He knew such humanly drama was none of his business but it bothered him how a human male can do such a thing to the woman he was once engaged to.

Master Splinter listened to the story. Taking in Mikey's body language, facial expressions, how he went over every detail the best he could. What the cheating male did was disgraceful and repulsive.

"Not long after is when she was about to be mugged." He finished.

"You were there for her when nobody else was. You acted honorably, Michelangelo. She will not forget what you have done. I pity her situation. Betrayal at that caliber takes time to heal from." He places his hand on his shoulder.

"When she called me 'handsome,' I felt something in my chest. It felt like Raph stepping on my chest. Like I couldn't breath."

"Ah. Her compliment has surprised you, I see. I imagine it is not often you receive compliments from strangers. I must admit, it surprised me as well." He places his paw on his chin.

"I feel like I have to be there for her. Like....she needs me or something. Am I wrong for wanting to....... see her again?" He twiddles his drumstick in his hands.

"Michelangelo." Splinter began,"Fate has a way of making things clear to us. Sometimes in the strangest of ways. You were there during her most vulnerable time and the darkest. However, be careful. Do not be forcefully with fate. If it is in the cards, you will see her again."

Mikey cringed as he recalled the flower and note he left for you, telling Splinter about that as well.

"You have a kind heart Michelangelo. It would appear she is still very fragile after the horrid ordeal she had to witness. Her acquaintances seem to share your anger towards the man who hurt her. It is best to keep your distance." He suggested. He knew how clingy and sensitive Mikey could be in certain situations. This was for the best until things settle down. Mikey sighed audibly.

"Okay, Sensei. If you say so. I'll give her some space. Let fate decide and all that." He nonchalantly said. Getting up from his spot, grabbed his skateboard and left his room.

Splinter exhaled,"Hmm. Fate may spell something out for you yet, Michelangelo."

He whispered, leaving the room to meditate.

You awoke on your couch, slobber running down your face. The look of annoyance as you scanned your living room.

Last night was hilarious and ridiculous. Your lady friends were so determined to wipe that look of depression off your face and out of your life, that they went all out for you.

You spent the night playing dress-up in the clothes you purchased. Destroying your ex's belongings, one of your friends going so far to post his ball-gag on social media with his picture and name stamped on it. Calling him the 'King of Debachery.' You got a good laugh out of it, showing signs that you were recovering.

'Amazing what technology has turned into these days.' You shook your head at the shenanigans but went with the flow.

You got up, went to the kitchen and got you a drink of water. You look around the place, a sense of nostalgia began to peak it's awkward head. The pictures of you and that thing on the fridge and walls. You were so coated with rage that you missed a couple.

His promises of a bright future echoing in your head. All the while the image of him in that way with another woman came about. Never did he ever mention he was into that. Yet, he shares it with a woman who isn't even his fiancé. As the invisible smoke started rushing out of your ears, your friend came into the kitchen to check on you.

"What's up, Home Skillet? What's on your mind?" She asked. The answer was as plain as day as she looked around the kitchen and the fridge. You didn't even say a word. She tsked, taking down one of the pictures and throwing it into your garbage disposal. Making a face as she flipped the switch.

Your counter was coated in pieces of shredder photo paper. It was like a mini winter wonderland only without a circus clown and Parson Brown. Your other girlfriends woke up and came into the kitchen to see the damages done.

"Ladies, new activity. However, we're gonna have a day on the town first. When we get back, the show begins again." She declares to you and the other ladies. One of them gagging at the picture of your ex on the wall, ripping it down and tossing it into the garbage disposal as well.

"I was gonna be one of your bridesmaids at your wedding too. This is only a start of whats to come for breaking my girl's heart!" She shouted at the shredded pieces as you watched on the side. You weren't even angry at her. It felt...... exhilarating. Like the pain was peeling itself off of you, yet pieces lingered. Your friend grabbed you, threw some clothes at you and started planning.

"Ladies! We are going to New Jersey!" Your friend announced. The ladies getting their clothes on.

"What's in New Jersey?" You asked, thinking your friend has gone crazy. Much like the psycho friends nerds watch in animes.

Her smirking only confirmed that thought.

Leonardo, Raphael, and Donatello were having a 3 way sparring session. Raph and Donatello vs Leo. Splinter suggested this form of training early to sharpen their reaction times and strength against multiple opponents. Raph and Donnie had a few moments where they had Leo down for the count then have it blow up in their faces when Leo counters their attacks. Mikey sat with Splinter watching the session.

His mind was in other places besides the match before him. The look of betrayal on your face has been haunting him. The little voice in his head kept telling him what you went through was none of his concern. Yet, he was bothered. When you called him 'handsome', it stuck like gum pressed onto the street signs during one of those bus tours tourists go on.

He felt his chest tightening as he recalled how adorable you were. How sweet even during your darkest time. It didn't occur to him the fact you didn't scream at him or told him to keep away from you. Part of his mind wanted to chuck your reaction off to a simple,'shes been through so much that her head is telling her she's dreaming,' type situation.

As he sat, daydreaming. Wondering. Smirking. His brothers were getting freaked out with the faces he was making and decided to call him out.

"Yo Mikey. Ya havin' a wet dream er somethin? Wake up!" Raph snapped his fingers at him.

Leo has noticed Mikey's odd behavior since you've been rescued by him. What you said to him. Your complete understanding of them,"This is even freaking me out. Dude, you'll be up soon!"

Donnie started scanning his brother's vitals with his goggles,"His heart rate his above normal and his breathing is off."

"What is he hyperventilating? What's up, Donnie?" Leo demanded, concerned. Donnie rolls his eyes, walks to Mikey and slaps him in the face.

Mikey whines,"I'm in love with you, Y/N!" He admitted, randomly. Raph dropped a sai at Mikey's random confession.

"Ain't it a lil soon to be fallin' in love with someone?" He questioned, Mikey shook himself out of his daydream, realizing what he said.

"I was just........ Getting in the zone. Getting ready for.......fighting and stuff." He tried to make it out as if he was paying attention, but his brothers knew him to well for that.

"You should take some time for yourself today, my son." Splinter suggested. Mikey sighed. Rubbing his neck.

"Yeah. I think so too. I'll see yinz later." Mikey walks out of the dojo, grabs his board and flew off into the tunnels.

"She must've had a huge affect on him to make such a sudden statement." Donnie rambles, Leo and Raph's arms were crossed.

"It’s probably a faze. Give him time." Leo says as he readys himself for the next challenge.

Donnie and Raph weren't too sure it was just a faze. The tone in Mikey's voice, whether he knew or not, was genuine.

You had to crack a smile for where the girls took you. This was not on your bucket list but it may as well be. The girls took you to some exotic pet store that recently opened up for people to come in and see the animals. The place had just about every animal you deemed unworthy to be pets. From pigs to bearded dragons. Snakes to gliders. Skunks to sting rays. And so much more.

You and the ladies were having a ball, looking at the animals and meeting them as well. For the first time since that night, you felt at peace and settled.

"Is it working?" Your friend whispered in your ear. You smirked for her.

"Yes. It is definitely working. I am feeling so much better I could cry." You finally admitted. The girls let out a silent squeal so not to frighten the animals. It felt homey and right.

As you looked around, you stumbled upon some rats. Some were very social and eager. Others fatigued, sleeping on each other. A few were being goofy fighting over a spinning wheel. It reminded you of the large rat you met in the sewers.

'He was so kind to me. And his son......' You came upon another animal you weren't expecting: red eared slider turtles. There were 5 of them 3 resting on a rock, 2 swimming in the water. The tank was recently cleaned as you gazed upon them. One of them stopped and looked at you. The little reptile brought a smile to your face as it gazed at you, blowing bubbles. Mikey came to mind. How he rescued you from being mugged, allowing you to sleep in his bed to recover. His smile, his enthusiasm. You couldn't help but wonder what he was doing. Where hes at. If hes safe. You blew a kiss at the swimming reptile, it winked at you and went back to the surface. Your friends pulled you back towards the rats.

"These are so adorable. I'm gonna adopt one." She says. Her other friends jumped in.

"Make sure you get 2 or 3. Rats are very social and energetic creatures, they need a friend or 2 to keep them company so they don't feel depressed. And you gotta play with them a lot." She warned, the friend shrugged. Not minding at all and looked for a worker.

You were happy for the adorable rats getting a new home. Another friend decided to adopt one of the miniature pigs. The workers let you pet them and your friend was hooked.

As the girls were at the checkout, you felt a nudge at you leg. You look down to see one of the large tortoises have decided to go for a stroll around the store. The worker ran out, apologizing to you profusely if the tortoise hurt you.

"Don't worry. He surprised me, but he didn't hurt me. Hes so cute." You got down on one knee and scratched the escape artist neck. He seemed to enjoy the attention as he closed his eyes. One would have thought it was smiling at you.

The employee apologized again, leading the tortoise back to it's enclosure.

A strange feeling was thumping your body as you watched the tortoise stroll away. It was apparent that Mikey has been on your mind since the night he rescued you. Something about him made you want to see him again. As if you craved his company. Then your head started leaking venom into your day. Bringing up that day when your ex rescued you.

'How do you know hes not the same? Your deadbeat rescued you too. Don't walk that path again. Plus, hes a mutant turtle. Friends maybe, but anything over that could lead to peril.' Your mind was filling you with so much toxic thoughts you wished you could trade it in for another.

After a day of exploring and fun, it was time to head back. Your 2 friends that got their companions had to go home and get their new family member situated in their new home. They gave you hugs and kisses to reassure you that things will get better and to focus on moving forward.

You return home with your 2 friends who wanted to stay with you a little while longer before they had to head home. They consoled you. Reminding you that today was a wake up call for you. What your ex did was unforgivable and disgusting, that a woman as beautiful and worthy as you deserves better. You started to believe it after all this time of sulking, lashing out, and headaches. Staying in the dumps won't help you nor will it bring you peace. Peace comes from moving forward and leaving the negatively and pain behind.

"Uhm. Not to kill the vibe but didn't you mention we were going to do something huge when we got back? You were giving that look when you talked about it." The one girl asked, your friend started giving that face again. She stood up and took out her phone.

"Imma order some Chinese food. A lot of it. We're gonna clean house and do something that needs to be done ASAP." She announced, at this point her antics are started to grow on you as you thought about what needs to be done next.

So far, you've been sleeping on the couch in the living room. The bed was tainted by vileness you wanted nothing to do with. Then you did something that shocked both your friends.

You gave a very sinister and suggestive smirk,"My mattress comes tomorrow. Add some spray paint to that order! Time for me to get out of my slump and start healing. The right way!"

The girls cheered for you.

Night patrol was pretty stupid for all the turtles. So much so that they all found Donnie's drone more amusing to play with as they ran the rooftops loopking for something to monitor or someone to shake down.

"I hate nights like this! Ain't nothing out here!" Raph complained, throwing a tennis ball at Donnie's drone.

"Hey watch it! I just updated this thing. Still gotta baby it!" Raph waved him off, not even bothered by the complaints.

"Fellas, chill. Just be patient. We've only been out here for 30 minutes."

"Yeah. The first 5 minutes was spent witnessing a man eating from the garbage!" Mikey added, taking a sip of soda he had tucked in his pocket.

"What were you eating at the junkyard the other day, worm?" Raph questioned, drawing attention on Mikey.

"It was just a bag of skittles in good condition." His brothers gagged at the confession.

"Dude, you picked it up out of a junk car. That's sick, man!"

Mikey shrugged, a noise was heard a few blocks away from their location. Leo giving the order to investigate. They came upon the commotion, there you were.

Hyped up. Acting out and being bad. You and your friends just dumped out the mattress from your bedroom. The turtles could see the thing was dingy and needed replaced. They watched as your friend doused it with grape juice. Spat on it. Used your kitchen knives to cut into it. You took it the extra mile, getting a few of your ex's stupid glass cups and smashed them against the wall near the mattress.

The behavior they witnessed was barbaric, so far one of the most violent they've ever seen a group of women acting. Your one friend pulled out her phone and started live streaming the destruction of the mattress and your ex's items. Raph and Leo shook his head at the crass behavior.

"I neva seen this amount of hatred towards a piece of furniture." Leo mumbled, wincing at the spitting.

"Not even Mikey's bed deserves all that. He ain't nasty enough to wanna do all this.....Sheesh dis girl stabbing it like a military man on the battlefield." Her screaming wasn't very appealing. It was cringing to say the least.

Mikey felt it was necessary. Though over the top, what you were doing was justified. Needing to let go. Set yourself free from the pain that crippled you.

Storming into your place, you did a thorough scan of your apartment to see what else of your should be added to the pile of trash thrown outside. You grabbed the last few things with the spray paint and went back outside to join your other destructive comrades. You tossed the last bit of his stuff onto the mattress.

You taped the surviving picture of that scumbag, taped it to the mattress, spray painting a message right below it. Your friends got a good laugh out of it.

The turtles, having already witnessed such unladylike behavior already, couldn't see what you were spray painting on the mattress since they were far above the drama. Your friends were hysterical.

"Yo Specks, you da only one with glasses and goggles to see. Hop over there and see what shes spray painting." Raph pointed on the other building.

Donnie already thought this was ridiculous and beneath his level intelligence. Hes seen women fighting in alleys, punks digging in dumpsters, even street vendors getting into petty disagreements. This was what he considered a waste of his equipment energy. He scoffed, hopping over the other buliding, adjusted the lens on his goggles, reading the message you were spraying on the mattress.

"Wow. If this doesn't ruin the guys life and image, I'm not sure what will. At least she isn't spray painting the walls. But, that is pretty......vulgar." He muttered, almost feeling sorry for the guy that made. you do what you just did, with your friends live streaming the whole thing.

"Don't leave us in the dark too long, Donnie. What did she spray?" Mikey was so curious it looked embarassing.

Donnie hopped back over to his brothers," She basically advertised her ex to the whole world. Mainly any woman who likes using whips and ball gags on him for a good price." He explained the best way he possibly could without getting into deeper detail.

"Posting it on social media for the world to see. His life is over."

"Dude, everyone knows once certain videos or pictures are posted on social media, no matter how much someone denies it, it is there. It's everywhere. Dude had it comin' for whatever he did ta her." Raph gruffed, Mikey wanted to see for himself as he snatched Donnie's goggles, hopped over to the other building to get a look.

Painted in red, a picture of your ex and below it a message that said it all: Cheating Masocist up for grabs. Will scream and shout for whatever price you want. Take it all from me. I'll be yours!

Mikey watched as you took a match and lit the mattress on fire with your friends on the side laughing and recording the scene like it was a cheesy reality show. The turtles couldn't act on the women's display of misconduct. Surely they couldn't have all of you burning the block down. The flame was slowly rising as they tried to figure out what exactly to do so not to draw attention to themselves while you ladies had your cell phones out. Raph looked around and saw a bucket filled with water. Leo caught the gist, not fond of it but had to do something. He was wondering what that nasty smell was, sure enough, it was the bucket in Raph"s hands.

"Your not gonna dump that disgusting bucket of sludge on them, are you?"

Raph waved him off,"Not them, just the flame. Ya gonna let her burn the city down over some relationship drama?"

"If we go down there, the chances of them directing their phones at us is 100%. Granted, girls hate sludge but we can"t have arson on our hands. The police could be here if the neighbors haven't contacted them already......." Donnie's continued on and on until you and the ladies finally called it a night with them going home and you retreating into your apartment. You felt relieved and empowered at what you did, however you still needed to get your recklessness under control since you let the fire rise. That's where the turtles finally come in

Mikey rushed down to the flame and tried putting it out with a blanket that was nearby. Raph dumped the sludge almost hitting Mikey but managed the put the flame out. Mikey saw the condition of the mattress up close. Thinking this was for the best if you were going to move forward. He agreed with what you did despite his brothers disagreement. Besides, they didn't see what happened on that bed so they couldn't say much.

As the turtles dropped down and made sure the flames didn't sprout again, you decided to come out and check the damage so the fire department doesn't show up. Fate should not be played with, forced, or taunted because when you opened that door, the first thing you saw was Michelangelo brushing off his shorts. He looks up at you as the others froze for a few seconds then realized it was just you.

Mikey's eyes glared back,"Hey."

"Hey..."

Your pulse quickened suddenly. A shock hit your chest. Leonardo finally broke the ice

"Are you gonna be having arsonist outbursts like this often? I'd hate to watch on the news a woman we just met gets arrested for lighting her bed on fire." You had to admit, setting it ablaze was a bit much, but your in the middle of recovering from a traumatic situation. You looked at the mattress and made a disgusted look.

"If ya'll dropped a turd on that, I don't care but you could've just left. But at the same time, crap belongs with crap I suppose."

They couldn't believe what you assumed they did and your reaction was odd to them.

'She thinks we took a crap on her mattress? What a good image!' Donnie sarcasm was showing through his thoughts.

'Is this lady serious?' Leo felt offended and disgusted, wishing they just used the blankets and sheets instead.

"Look, lady! If I wanted ta take a crap I'll do it at home! There was a bucket of sludge on the roof. We seen the blaze and...."

"Like I said, I don't care! The flame is out. Nobody was injured, the police got something better to do, your secret is safe with me, and you can focus on more important things. I'm getting a new one tomorrow anyway so this needed to happen. No matter what you may or may not have done to it." You had a little attitude, yes. You just wanted to call it a night and be ready for the mattress to get here. The guys thought you were strange, except Mikey.

"If you want, I can help you set it up." It just came out, Mikey wasn't thinking or meant to say anything. Like fate gave him a push. You looked him over.

"I can help set-up a baseboard. I have some materials back at our place just lying around. What size bed do you have?" Donnie asked, just wanting to ignore the burnt up and sludgy mattress sitting against the wall

'What are they doing? We're ninjas, not movers!' Leo was still a little on edge with flaming mattress and sludge fest.

"It's a California King sized bed." You looked in your apartment, feeling bashful. "I could use some help setting up. My friends have done so much already. If you don't mind I......"

"I got you, girl." There it was again, his mouth betraying him and making his brothers look bad.

You felt your cheeks get hot. Were you blushing? What the heck is up with turtle and his oh so random enthusiasm? You started feeling like an idiot standing there in front of these large turtles with sludgy mattress and shattered glass you and your friends were responsible for.

"Ooookay. I better clean this up. Don't want to spend a week plucking shards out of my foot."

"You got it from here?"

"Yes. I'll clean up these shards and head back inside. I made my point for the night."

"Yeah you did!" Donnie muttered, looking on his phone to see the video has gone viral in an instant. Leo glanced at Donnie's phone, shoving his arm.

"We outta here. Check ya later, lady."

Him calling you that started to get old in a flash,"This lady can wipe the floor with you if she wants. My name is Y/N! See to it you remember that, Pecks!"

Leo and Donnie smirked, Mikey just burst out laughing. He never felt this much humor in his life. Like a moron, Raph looks down than back at you.

"Not bad, Y/N. Not many people step ta me like dat and live. I like you already."

"Guess I'm a special case." You smirked back.

Mikey kept snickering causing Donnie to join in. The genius held his stomach from the amount of laughing hes doing.

"DA FLIP ARE YA LAUGHIN' AT, DWEEB! YA GOT EM' TOO!!!!"

"I'm sure theres a man bra out there fitting for you. Would you like me to size you up? I can look up a few sites that sell them for dirt cheap." Donnie's said between laugh. You had to laugh at that. Raph felt humiliated, chasing Donnie all over town.

"Have a safe night. Stay out of trouble, yeah?"

"Yeah. Gotcha, Commander."

Leo grinned at your comment and took off up the roof to locate his brothers.

It was. you an Mikey,"I can help you if you like." He was so sweet with his tone. Your brain was aggravating you, telling you to tell him to get lost and that you weren't up for grabs. Instead you chose a different approach.

"That would be nice. Lemma grab my broom and dust pan. Watch your feet." He stayed outside while you got your cleaning stuff. 'What are you doing? He has to join his brothers, why are you getting all.....mushy?'

You came back out, handed him a broom to sweep up the pieces while he insisted on taking care of the larger pieces. You worked together pretty well, cleaning up the best you could. When it was safe to walk around, you put the supplies by the door.

"Thanks for helping, Michelangelo. You didn't have to."

"It's cool. Happy to help. Mikester at your service." He gave you jazz hands with a chuckle. His laughter did things to you, something new.

"You....You have a cute laugh. You know that?" Now you were doing it again. He paused at your comment.

"Uhm....Wow. No ones ever told me that before." He mumbled, usually nothing surprises him much but that hit as hard as the 'handsome' comment you made.

"I better go. You probably need to....."

"Yeah, I'm pretty tired. See you tomorrow then? 4PM, maybe?"

Mikey smiled heavy,"I'll be here, Angel. Don't you worry."

This was getting awkward but for some reason it felt nice.

"Great. So it's a date?" He let slip.

Your mind was elsewhere,"Wait.......What?"

He looked at his wrist like he had a watch on,"Crap. Look at the time. Gotta fly. Well, I can't really fly, ya know. Just uh.....See you tomorrow, beautiful." He climbed the walls quicker than Spider Man Noir and he was gone in a flash.

"Did he.... call me....beautiful? And an Angel?"

You've develop a weird habit standing around like an idiot as your elderly neighbor next door came to check about the noise. Holding a baseball bat.

"Sweetheart. What are doing out here so late? It's dangerous you know." She says, yet you didn't feel she could do much with a wooden baseball bat.

"Sorry for the noise, Ms. Nickels. Just cleaning up a mess I made. I'll head in now." Before you did, she gave you a warning.

"Please watch your back. I've been hearing talk of monsters roaming about the city. Large, green, red eyed creatures who stalk women at night." She explained, you frowned knowing who she was talking about. Happy Mikey took off when he did.

"People say stuff all the time, hun. Doesn't mean it's true." You defended, keeping your word, remaining oblivious.

"Well you watch yourself nonetheless, young lady. A pretty thing like you got no business being taken away by some freakish monsters. Good Night, dear."

"Thanks, Ms. Nickels. I'll be careful. Good Night." You entered your apartment, shut the door, locking all latches.

"Monsters, huh?" You grumbled to yourself,"With all do respect Ms. Nickels, the real monsters tried to jump me the other day. Not them. Not.....Mikey."

Sitting on the ground thought of the turtles you saw at the pet store. Then Mikey. Shaking your head,"Hes not a monster. He never was." Now you started to sound like a crazy person, but was that so bad? Perhaps, perhaps not.

One thing you couldn't get out of your head was that laugh. His cute, contagious laugh.

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15: Exes and Oohs: Fucking Crack House

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Loona sat at her desk and immediately got on her phone. Moxxie came in and sat across from you and greeted.

"You know, I checked the scale today. And it said I lost two pounds this week."

Loona looks at Moxxie, then rolls her eyes back to her phone, much to his annoyance.

"I. am not. FAT! Y/n do you think i'm fat?"

"No, you're the skinniest one out of all of us."

"Was that sarcasm?" He frowned.

You chuckled, "No. I'm being serious. Loona and Blitz are assholes." You whispered.

You and Moxxie jerked when the front door got kicked down by Millie. She stomps around, mumbling angrily.

"Ooh! Such a fucking asshole! That little motherfucker. I just wanna take my finger up and shove it up his fuckin' little thing!"

"Millie, honey. Is everything okay?"

Millie hisses back at Moxxie in response, disturbing him even more, but she manages to calm down.

"Yeah. Just...bumped into an ex." Her tail twitches.

"Oh! Oh..." Moxxie frowned.

"He just kept going on about how he has money now, "a bright future," and "a bigger cock"."

"Wait, what?"

You busted out laughing, "Sorry for laughing, it's just your reaction was so fucking funny to me."

"Well I'm glad I can make you laugh." He said with sarcasm.

"Every time I see his stupid face, I can't help it! I just need to—" Millie punched a filing cabinet, papers went everywhere.

"What the fuck is all this noise? I got a client!" Blitz yelled out.

"Sorry, sir. I'll get this all cleaned up. Actually Y/n you do it, aren't you still the janitor?"

"Technically, yeah."

You gathered the papers and looked at it closely. "Blitz?" You laughed. It was a photo of two imps making out in a horse costume.

Moxxie picks another stack of paper. "This one has a cutout picture of Y/n's face on the horse."

"Wait what?" You took the paper and looked at it. "Blitz!"

"Uh, research! For science! Just put it back correctly, okay? Alphabetize them." Blitz went back to his office.

You and Moxxie looked at the remaining of the pile. "This is mostly porn. And horses." You chuckled.

"And horse porn." Moxxie cocked his head.

Blitz ran out of the office and looked through the window.

"What the fuck is that?" Blitz yelled out.

A helicopter shoots a grappling hook under the window, breaking the wall. Loona looks on without a word.

"Satan's ass crack! Enough with the wall shit, we have a door!" He groaned.

With the damaged walls, a wind gusts through the office and distributes all the photos Blitz had been saving across the town.

"My research!" He whined, "Dammit Y/n and Mox, you were supposed to put them up!"

"Sorry sir, we were just so...intrigued." Moxxie glanced at you, both snickering.

The helicopter approaches Blitz, creating a bridge for them to walk upon, and the pilot steps out.

"I.M.P? Right this way, please!"

"Uh, sir?" Moxxie points a gun toward the pilot, while Millie holds her knife out.

You grabbed your metal rod and held it like a baseball bat, "What's going on?"

"Now, don't worry! It's just some fancy shmuck from Greed wanting to do business with us."

"Uh, sir? I don't think this is a good idea." Moxxie said with hesitation.

"It'll be fine. Now, get your asses moving." Blitz pushes M&M into the helicopter, grabbing your hand and helped you into the helicopter. Why is he nice to me all of a sudden? You sat beside of Blitz and buckled yourself, holding onto the seat for extra caution.

The pilot proceeded to take out a huge chunk of a wall as they fly off.

The four imps looked at the scenery, flying over an under construction of Loo Loo Land, all the way to "Notamafia Town."

"I hate this place." Moxxie said with a disdained groan.

"Oh, yeah. This is your old stomping ground, isn't it, Mox?"

"Yeah, unfortunately. I grew up just over there, swore I'd never come back, and— uh uh— what— what, where are we going?" He panicked. The helicopter starts changing direction, as Moxxie grows more and more anxious.

"What— Blitz, who did you say this meeting was with?"

"I'm not sure, just some rich somebody or other who wants to do biz at his place."

"How come the client didn't come to I.M.P?" You questioned.

Blitz shrugged, "Beats me."

As the helicopter lands, Moxxie became more and more stressed out.

"Oh, no, no! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO!"

"Moxxie calm down." You said as you were the first one to step out.

Moxxie shivers in place, Blitz pushed him out of the helicopter following Millie.

The client had his arms open, "There's my boy! Get over here and give your daddy a hug!"

"Daddy?" The three imps questioned.

"I only let Moxxie call me that. Unless you pay me!"

"It is uncanny. You two do look a like." You acknowledge, glancing from Moxxie’s dad and Moxxie.

"Guys, um," Moxxie cleared his throat, "this is my father, Crimson. Sir, this is my boss, Blitz, Blitz's maybe girlfriend, Y/n? And my—

"—Millie! I'm his wife!"

Millie takes her hand to greet Crimson.

You whispered to Blitz, "Maybe girlfriend?"

"He's still tweaking whenever we all were hallucinating."

You didn't really mind being called Blitz's "Maybe girlfriend," You don’t even know what you guys are.

"And what a beautiful wife you are. Mox, where have you been hiding this pretty little thang?"

"Oh, I'm sure he would've introduced us.. eventually."

"Oh, I'm sure. You got to be Blitz, with the silent "o", right? I've heard a lot of good things about you and your work."

"Really?" He turned to Moxxie, "What kind of shit has Moxxie been spreading about me? I'll fucking kill you Moxxie, don't you fucking test me!"

"No, no! From all over. Looks like you're building a bit of a name for yourself here, kid."

"Well, I guess it's about time folks recognized my talent." He bragged. Crimson turned his attention towards you.

"I haven't heard much from you. What brought you to work as an assassin?"

You cleared your throat. "Originally I was a janitor but I was forced to get promoted...sorta."

"Well I kill-...fired my last maid. So I may need your help." He winked. "Well, I hope you're all hungry. We put together a fabulous dinner for you."

"Did he just say killed?" You whispered to Blitz.

Everyone followed Crimson into his house. Millie and Moxxie were speaking to themselves that you couldn't make out of.

I.M.P. sat in the living room. You scanned the place, feeling weird about being in here. The environment looked like the one you were at after you ran away from the circus. Even though the original house you stayed at was much smaller, it was just the same eerie feeling that you felt.

Crimson poured you and Blitz a drink. "So, Blitz, ya always been a hitman?"

"No, no, not always. Yeah, I was in the circus for a long time. That's how I met Y/n."

"Show business! Good money in that. And I wouldn't have ever known you were in the circus? Why did you quit to be a janitor?"

"Ah you know...life?" You and Blitz took a quick exchange.

Moxxie turned to Blitz, "What are we doing here?"

"Moxxie, I raised you better than that. Ya know there's no business before dinner. Besides, we're still waitin' on one more."

Seconds later the door got kicked opened. Everyone turned their heads in surprise.

"Woo-hoo-hoo, what is up, party people?!"

"Chaz?!" Millie, Moxxie and you shouted.

“Wait, what?" M&M looked at each other, and then at you.

"You know him?" Moxxie asked the two.

Millie groaned. "You remember that "ex" I was talking about?"

"Chaz was in the same house I was in whenever I ran away and lived with drug addicts."

"You lived with CHAZ?" M&M yelled out.

"Oh yeah, those were the good times." He smiled in remembrance. "Still taking meth?"

Before you could answer Chaz walks over and hugs Moxxie and Millie.

"Looks like I got two big sex reunions today. How lucky am I?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?! There's someone who's fucked both of you?! Did you fuck him too?" Blitz shouted, turning to you.

"Chill out little man, Y/n and I didn't do anything. Well if you count the house orgy. But we didn't fuck."

"I swear on my life he's being honest." You threw your hands up in defense.

"You were in an ORGY?" Everyone shouted other than Crimson and Chaz.

"Holy shit stop yelling!" You yelled.

"More like multiple Orgys. I sure do miss those days." Chaz smiled.

"Okay let's get back to you personally fucking M&M." Blitz quickly changed the subject. He doesn't want to know about your past in the drug house. It hurts him, and the more he knows the more hurt he is.

Moxxie pushes Chaz's arms off of himself and Millie.

"We dated a long time ago."

"But, I still remember it like it was yesterday. You, a fledgling mafioso! Me, the dashing and extremely sexy muscle! It was like...it was written in the stars." He said fondly

"Ha! Moxxie in the mafia, that's fucking rich." Blitz looked around the place before the look of realization settled in. "Oh shiiit."

"You've never told me this before." Millie put her hand on Moxxie's knee.

"I-I don't really like to talk about this part of my life. But, I first saw Chaz at my induction."

"Oh boy." You mumbled. You never knew about Chaz' life, and he never knew yours. Occasionally you two would snort coke together and be cracked out, but nothing too serious happened. You recollected that he was trying to fuck you many times, but luckily you were able to push him away. He wasn't at the house for too long. Maybe about 3 months until he left.

The maid came out, interrupting this story. "Dinner is served."

Everyone got seated in the dining room. Millie was viciously cutting through her food and glaring at Chaz, but the room is completely silent.

"So, this is aggressively uncomfortable." Blitz whispered to you.

"I suppose you want to know why you're here." Crimson cut up his steak.

"Yeah, so what gives? You know we kill people on Earth, right? We don't usually do contracts for locals. So, if you want to do business with us, you got to—"

"I don't want to do business with I-M-P, I want to do business with Moxxie."

Moxxie stopped cutting his food, "ME?!"

"Yeah, kid. I only summoned I.M.P to be sure you'd show. Because, well, we're bringing Chaz into the family."

Chaz smirks while raising his eyebrows.

"What? Since when can just anyone join the family?" Moxxie glared.

"Come on, Mox. You had responsibilities here that I had to pick up once you left. Now Chaz is going to lighten the load." Crimson with bitter in his voice.

"Wait, I thought you always hated his guts."

Chaz looked confused. "Well, I didn't exactly 'hated' him."

"You called him a "friendless horse-fucker" and said he lived a "sissy lifestyle"." Moxxie cocked an eyebrow.

"Yeah, well, I was wrong. You've been gone a long time, Mox. A man can change. And so has Chaz."

"Yeah. I've grown, matured, and, recently, came into millions! But, y'know, mostly the "mature" thing."

"I assume this was after the living at the drug house?" Blitz pointed his fork to Chaz.

"Way after."

You gave an exaggerated sigh. You did not want to get reminded of living at that house. One of the worst years for you.

"Oh, okay, okay. So the "horseless friend-fucker" over here gets a little moolah after living at a DRUG house and suddenly, it's worth wasting our time over?"

"Well, I'm the whole "package" if you know what I mean." He smirked. "I got a big dick."

"But, what does any of this have to do with Moxxie?" Millie said in annoyance.

"There's going to be a ceremony tomorrow. Moxxie here is going to officially release his holdings in the organization. Then you can get back to ignoring your family to your heart's content." Crimson glared at his son.

Millie stood up, "Maybe he wouldn't "ignore his family" if they didn't force him to rub elbows with a no-good, shark-toothed FUCK FACE!" Millie points her knife to Chaz' neck.

"Ey, look. Everybody, relax. I know tensions have been high tonight. Say, why don't you stay here and get some rest? We'll have the ceremony tomorrow and then you will be free to leave. I have your rooms all prepared."

You whispered to Blitz, "We have to spend the night here?"

"Don't even think about getting drugs from Chaz." He gritted his teeth.

"Jeez I'm not."

I.M.P and Chaz left the room, but Moxxie got called over by his dad.

Millie stood beside of you in the living room.

"You okay?" You put your hand on Millie's shoulder.

"Yeah...just worried about Moxxie. That's all." She hugged herself.

You got cut off by the dildos bouncing from the walls. "What the fuck?"

"Hah! There're dicks on the walls! Oh, that is fucking hilarious!"

"You should take one home, Blitz." You joked.

"Mm, yeah. Guess it wouldn't hurt for you to peg me again."

"What." Millie and Chaz said in monotoned.

"You have no room to talk Mills, you peg Moxxie!" Blitz huffed.

"Not judgin, I just don't know what goes on in y'all's house." She put her hands up in defense.

Chaz walked closer to you "I wish you would peg me back at that house-"

Blitz kicked Chaz's groin. "Don't ever mention that fucking house again." He gritted his teeth. Blitz looked over at you, "Same goes for you."

"Why are you so upset about the house? You knew about it before."

"Yeah, well that's before I..." He stopped himself.

"Before what?" You said sternly, crossing your arms.

Moxxie walked into the hallway that everyone was at. He slouched and dragged his feet. "Hey, honey." He hugged Millie. The two made their way to a room but the butler motioned Moxxie to be in a separate room.

"Crimson wants you all to stay in separate rooms."

"Including me and Blitz? We're not together."

The butler raised an eyebrow, mentally saying, "You sure?"

"We're not." You said again. The butler pointed to a separate room.

You went inside the room and locked the door, plopping yourself onto the bed, laying starfish. You overheard music playing from Moxxie's room.

After what it seems like 2 minutes, you overheard Chaz and Millie talking before her door shut, and then you heard a knock from your door. You didn't want to see Chaz, he didn't do anything wrong, it's just the memories that he brings overwhelms you with urges.

I could mooch off of some drugs..if he has any.

You shook those thoughts away. Even if you did get drugs, Blitz will find out either by Chaz, or by you, and you didn't want to make him mad.

Eventually the knocking stopped and heard another knock on Blitz's door. You overheard the two talking, and how Chaz is wanting to fuck him.

You sat up from your bed once you heard the moans between the two. Oh this mother fucker.

Then the realization hits you. You have actual feelings for Blitz. You didnt know when this started to happen, but it developed so slow that you didn't realize until Blitz was having sex with Chaz.

Sure you were sorta jealous when it came to Stolas, but you know Blitz had to do it. Besides, you had to come along as well, so it didn't affect you too much.

You pondered if it happened during that time they had to go to LA and was being bitchy about Blitz and Stolas. You were too caught up in drugs, being clean, doing that monthly transaction fucking, that you didn't catch on that you had feelings for him. You want to date him.

You kept tossing and turning in bed. Frustrated you decided to get some fresh air. As you opened your door you saw Blitz with his underwear on and Chaz's jacket.

"Holy shit you scared me." You closed the door behind. "What are you doing?"

"Where were you going?"

"Needed fresh air. Couldn't sleep."  You hugged yourself.

Blitz was going to tease you about him sleeping with Chaz, but decided now wasn't the best time. "Come with me, I need to check Chaz's car."

"Why?"

He grabbed your hand and led you out the mansion door. "Blitz?"

"I have a bad feeling about him."

"No shit."

Blitz stopped in his tracks and turned towards you. "What does that mean?"

"Dude...he was in a crack house with me. No guy becomes a millionaire after living in a crack house. Trust."

"Stop talking about the crack house." He opened Chaz's door.

"Why? I barely talk about it. I only brought it up because I saw Chaz for the first time in years."

Blitz continued to search his car, looking into the dashboard. It was an eviction notice, showing that Chaz is indeed not a millionaire and lied to Crimson.

"Shit Y/n, guess you're right." Blitz showed you the eviction notice card before opening up the trunk. It was some junk and a To-Do list, which consisted of marrying Moxxie to inherit fortune.

You gasped as you felt a syringe in your neck, alerting Blitz. Before he could fight back Chaz stuck another syringe in his neck. Blitz collapsing in the trunk.

Chaz picked you up and threw you in the trunk as well, closing it shut.

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You groaned as you woke up. "Where am I?" You laughed. "Oh shit...Im high. Fuck, Blitz is going to be so mad at me."

"We got tranquilized." He slurred.

"Blitz!" You rolled over and hugged him. "I missed you." You smiled.

Blitz chuckled, "You’re a lot nicer when you’re tranquilized."

You ignored him, "Are we in a trunk?"

"Chaz's."

You groaned. You would mention about how Blitz fucked him and youre pissed off, but you decided now is not the time.

Hours had passed and the drugs are slowly wearing off. "I want to get out of here." You whined. "I have to pee."

"You could pee on me."

"What are you not into?" You yawned.

The trunk door opened, the sudden light shined into your eyes, and once it got adjusted to the light you and Blitz saw Millie and two other guys.

"Oh, Millie, you found us. Who's your friend?" Blitz groggily said.

"Friend?"

She senses two goons attempting to grab her. She stabs one with her knife and beheads the other using the trunk door. She helped the drugged up two out of the van.

"What happened?"

"Chaz drugged us." You said smiling, feeling good that you got a fix. Even if it isn't your drug of choice.

"And that seductive dick-hole is trying to marry Moxxie, and he's not even rich!"

Millie's jaw dropped. "Moxxie!"

Millie and the two drugged up imps runs to the front door. Suddenly metal shutters block off all doors and exit the house, including the front gate to the estate.

"Shit!" Millie ran her hands through her hair. You rubbed Millie's back in a soothing manner. "We can find a way in. I found a metal rod." You smirked, holding up a hoe.

"That's a hoe, Y/n." Blitz rolled his eyes.

You gasped, "No the fuck I'm not. You're the one who fucked Chaz!"

"Blitz!" Millie wide-eyed.

"Didn't think you would care! I don't have feelings for that dickhead."

"Then why did you do it?" Your voice broke.

"I think we should talk about this later," Millie pulled you away from Blitz. "We need to destroy the wedding. I'm worried about Moxxie."

Blitz gave in, "We'll help you save your limp dick husband." He rolled his eyes.

"Everything's locked down! How are we gonna get in?" Millie panicked.

Blitz feels around the jacket until he finds Chaz's car keys. He grabs you and Millie and pulled the two into Chaz's car.

You sat in the back seat, sulking almost. You hated yourself for getting jealous over a small thing. It's just because I'm high on...whatever this is.

"Buckle up,...we're doing a Shrek!"

The car backpedals and crashes through the wall to the wedding ceremony.

Blitz stepped out of the car, still dazed from the drugs. "I object!" Blitz faceplanted on the ground. You got out of the car and helped him up, both hanging onto each other to prevent themselves from falling.

"God I hate downers. This is why I prefer stimulants."

Millie steps out of the car, "You want my husband? You're going to have to fucking kill me!"

You and Blitz watched as Millie fought all of the other goons.

"I don't have my metal pole." You frowned.

"Why do you obsess over that thing? A gun is much easier to carry with you. Besides everytime you drop it I always have to replace it."

"Because you gave the first one to me."

"Is that why?"

You giggled, "Yeah."

Blitz picked up a metal chair and handed it you. "There ya go."

"It's not the same, but thanks." You snickered, then running towards a goon. You hit his head with the chair and knocked him unconscious. "Yeah!" You screamed out before losing your balance and falling.

Millie sighed in annoyance and picked you up, gently throwing you over to where Blitz is.

"Did I win?" You mumbled, curling into a fetal position.

"Sorta." Blitz tried to pick you up but refused.

"I'm tired."

"Yeah well, you better get up before you get impelled."

"No." You mumbled. Blitz let out an excessive sigh and stood in front of you so you wouldn't get hurt.

All of the goons ended up severely hurt or just dead.

Millie picked up Moxxie and hoisted him over her shoulder.

"This ass is MINE!" She slaps Moxxie's ass.

"By the way, y'all should probably know, Chaz isn't even rich, okay? Check his car, he just played you like a fucking rube! Later, losers!" Blitz dragged you since you were too stubborn to get up.

~~

Your eyes fluttered involuntarily while waking up because of the light. You slowly sat up and looked around, sitting on a couch in the I.M.P room.

"Since when did we have a couch?" You yawned.

"We always had one." Blitz propped his feet onto the meeting table.

"Huh..never realized." You laid back down.

Blitz looked at you confused, "You sat down on it multiple times...you sat down on it today."

"Sir, Millie and I are going to go home now. We had a pretty eventful day."

"Yeah yeah go ahead whatever." Blitz shooed them away. "Loonie you can go ahead and go home. Im going to stay here just in case if we get more clients calling."

"Whatever." She got up from her desk and left. Blitz got up and sat on the couch next to you.

"Sorry for getting mad at you for bringing up that crack house."

"It's okay, I understand."

"If you want, you can talk to me about it. Wouldn't hurt to know your life before you came knocking on my door." He chuckled.

"It's not a pretty story. But..maybe some day." You gave him a reassuring smile.

"Anddd don't worry about me and Chaz. It was impulsive."

"It's whatever."

"Are you mad?"

"Eh, a little. But like I said, it's whatever."

"FYI, he's bad." Blitz trailed his finger from your shoulder to your hand, "But I know somebody who's great at it." He said in a sing song voice.

You snickered, "Want to do it on this mysterious couch that appeared out of nowhere?"

"I'm telling you it's been here since the beginning."

"Was that a yes?"

"Hard yes."

[xxwitchylanexx]

A Night Under The Moon-Cloud Strife x Reader

Rebirth Retold Chapter 3

No Story Spoilers

Chapter 4

Masterlist

*~*

That night their group set up camp on the edge of the somber swamp, finally ready to cross the desolate stretch after two weeks of odd jobs in the Woodlands. The murky water and foggy air made for the perfect hunting grounds for the infamous Midgar Zolom. The possibility of being ambushed had everyone on the edge of their seats. You assured them that the camp was far enough away from the edge. The tents more into the woods than on the shoreline would give ample time if it was to strike. However that had little effect on the rising tension becoming more and more charged with anxiety and adrenaline by the second.

You laid flat backed on your sleeping roll with a knee bent towards the sky. You could barely see the gentle twinkles of the stars above through the thick mist that blew off the sulfuric water. You missed the ambient chatter of the Woodlands despite being literal feet from it. The polluted land long since drove out anything but fiends and scavengers. Even the others grew quiet the lifeless swamp slowly sapping the once joyful vibe leaving everyone disheartened.

You couldn’t take anymore. The silence was suffocating and your ears felt as if an immense pressure was pushing against your ear drums causing the intake and exhales of your breathing to echo loudly in your skull. You rose to your feet quickly and strode off into the shadows of the looming treeline. As soon as you felt you were far enough away from the bottomless pits of muck, debris, and decomposing remnants you slowed. You footsteps quieted into the soft padding of the old dirt road you used earlier that day. The dark withered plants that would crumble by the lightest of touches slowly morphed into strong mossy green ferns, and the occasional patch of wild flowers that thrived in the abundance of nutrients the forest provided. You soaked in the bursting energy for the whispers among the leaves, breathed in the crisp clean air, and only then did the infectious despair fade within the steady beats of your heart.

You knew it was silly. You’ve came toe to toe with bigger evils than the Midgar Zolom. You’ve seen worse horrors than the over polluted river that carried the remnants of the mako pipes that have leaked over the years. It was silly that something as insignificant in the scheme of these could unnerve you. You, who has endured an unimaginable amount of humanity’s abominations. You, who did not falter under the strain of pressure or threat of danger.

You just hated that a place like this was seated on the opposite side of such a wondrous place. You hated that anyone who was lucky enough to flee the monstrosities of Midgar only to find some peace in the Woodlands then gets trapped in the complex uninhabitable hunting ground of Midgar’s creation. You hated that your home, or the closest thing to a home you had, was basically a cage to prevent anyone from spreading their seeing Gaia with their own two eyes.

It was hard to believe you were leaving once again. How long had you been here this time? A year? Maybe eighteen months. You were thankful for Bill. Even after having his plate full with raising his grandkids after the death of their parents he still found space to take you in when you had nowhere to go. He provided you with room and board in exchange with training some of his chocobos, and when he realized you had a special talent for connecting with them he even found you some clients interested in giving you a shot. Then through the power of word of mouth and your hard work you built up a clientele that allows you to do this for a living. You never thought people would benefit from your gift besides betting on your tremendous jockey record.

Your feet carried you up a winding foot path and up a steep incline, using a few of the thinner trees to keep your stability. Once the ground leveled out you slipped through a gap in the trees where the grass grew a bit more wild. A few wildflowers popped here and there across the wide meadow, and the forest gale swept through the blades of grass leaving behind its melody. You leaned against the rough bark of the nearest tree and toed off you boots the course stems of grass tickled at the underside of your feet. You bathed yourself in the light of the moon as you twirled across the field to the center taking in a huge breath relishing in the crispness of the air.

You gazed up at the vast sky, finding peace in the gentle winks the stars bestowed upon you. Slowly you sank onto to your knees before laying down until the flat of your back met the chilly ground. You ran her fingertips through the blades of grass at your sides, and gently plucked at a few from time to time. Time slowed as you allowed yourself to swept away from any troubles in the symphony of buzzing wings, the song of the cicadas, and chirping grasshoppers.

You never could get used to how far the sky above you, unlike the steel sky you grew up under. Everything felt so restricting back then. The darkness of Midgar was skilled in clipping your wings before you truly learned to fly. It kept you shackled to the inhuman ways of greed, lust, and power. Though you tried your hardest not to allow yourself to be caught in the lurking memories of the life you led then, you couldn’t help but wonder if anything had changed. Did anyone miss you? Probably not. In fact many slumlords probably slept easier knowing your blade had been buried with the body they believed was yours while your captor raged at the loss of income you’d brought in.

Six years ago you truly thought you were going to die that night in the coliseum. You hadn't wanted to participate in the Corneo Cup but the debt you owed to that woman for your upbringing-if you could call it that- was was high as the walls around Wall Market, and only winning the matches would provide enough to keep your ‘guardian’ at bay. You survived all the rounds by the skin of your teeth, the exhaustion of such a drawn out competition draining you in a way that left you lifeless. So the terror when they announced a surprise finale had hooked its claws into the fascia of your useless muscle. Bile rose into your throat and you actually considered to just lie down and accept your fate. But when your opponent was released onto the stage with you you knew your death would be far worse than any pain you’d experienced before, and you never in a million years thought the Don to be so cruel. Fresh from the depth of the Shinra labs, as if he knew where she came from, a humanoid figure stumbled through the gates. It’d smelled of rotten flesh and smoky char. Painful groans emanated deep in its’ chest since its mouth was branded shut. Claws glowed a foul purple, more that likely a product of producing some kind of venom that could prove fatal or just paralyze you so you’d be conscious as it teared you apart. You didn’t remember a lot of details beyond the pain that consumed you as its claws impaled you and twisted within your belly. You should’ve died.

You were told you’d struck it down before it could finish the job however you lost consciousness. You’d came to weeks after hidden away in a strange bedroom you’d never seen before. That’s when Chocobo Sam waltzed in, filled you in on the details, and proposed an exchange. He’d arranged for the world to believe you dead, and was preparing a funeral. He would smuggle you out of Midgar in exchange for your employment in the world of chocobo racing. After all help never came for free. Even back then in the streets of Midgar you held a special connection with his chocobos, and with a little training he believed you’d be a world class jockey, and in turn make him a lot of money. Now, as a free woman who’s had the chance to finally spread your wings, you looked for ways to atone for the for the things you’ve done, and people you’ve hurt.

You thought if you stayed on your own, embraced the bitter loneliness that forever contained, and used your skills to help the people of Gaia as you wandered from town to town that maybe the sins of the past would begin to fade. And when you take your last breath on this Planet the scars you’ve inflicted would disappear alongside you. At least that was the hope. Though you aren’t really sure anymore. Maybe there was a better way to set things right.

You told yourself you’d accompany them until they arrived at the saucer, return to your work, and consider it another job well done, but with every day, even though it’s only been two short weeks, you find yourself wishing that you would never have to leave them.

Tifa was like a big sister. The raven haired beauty always checked in with to make sure you was eating enough, or that you weren’t getting too worn down from all the fights that seemed to gravitate their way. She asked your favorite foods, and tried to accommodate your preferences alongside everyone else’s, and don’t get you started about how she nitpicks at your sleeping habits. You don’t understand why it’s such a big deal to sleep under the stars instead of inside of a tent.

You got along well enough with Barret. You quickly learned that as long as you listened to his many stories about the planet and how Shinra was shit, which was the one thing everyone could agree on, you’d get along fine. Though you made a mental note to pick up some ear plugs the next time the group stays in a town. You didn’t mind how much his voice carried in the daylight, but if you had to lose another second of sleep to his ground breaking snores you was going to lose you mind.

You absolutely adored Red XIII. The two of you had become fast friends. In fact the moment you offered him some of the choco treats you had, you had him eating out of the palm of your hand. Literally. As a thank you, Red would often curl up next to your bed roll to cast some extra heat your way. Sometimes after everyone else drifted off you’d point out your favorite stars that hung in the sky and he’d teach you the name of it.

Aerith was a breath of fresh air. So upbeat and full of life. She seen the good in everything, and led her life with grace. As they traveled, she’d point out flowers that she liked or ones she thought you’d enjoy as well. You didn’t have the heart to tell her they were just a part of the background for you. She’d ask you so many questions like: Where are you from? What do you like the most about chocobos? What’s your type in guys? The last one so out of left field it caught you off-guard.

The only guy you currently thought about was the one member of the group that remained a mystery.

Your curiosity burned within you, at times consuming your thoughts that’d be better used elsewhere. The occasional peek behind this tough, brooding act fueled you to be more daring, but the odd swelling of your heart urged you to keep your distance, and he had little to no difficulty in avoiding you. Every now and then Aerith— her insistence seemed a bit odd to you but you figured maybe she was just trying to get him to be polite-suggested that he should sit next to you, or accompany you to collect water or firewood, but even then his body would remain as stiff as a board. It was very clear how uncomfortable he was. Yet, from time to time she could feel the way his stare drilled into you, or when you thought it was safe to sneak a peak at him- I mean who could blame you- he’d already be looking at you. Embarrassment would swell at being caught though the weight of his eyes would remain heavy on your flushed face even after you’d look away.

You sighed as your gaze refocused on the luminous moon, and in a moment of vulnerability you asked it to shed some light on the situation, and maybe ease the fluttering in your chest.

Somewhere in her peripheral a green flicker bounced through the tall grass. You rose onto your elbows, and twisted at the hips in the direction you first saw it. You trained your eyes, scanning high and low for the source. You began to believe you had imagined it until the faint green glow flared once again, flashing six times before growing dark. Lightning bugs.

*~*

Cloud hadn’t meant to stumble upon the scene that played out in front of him. If anything, it was Tifa’s fault since she had asked him to go and find more wood for the fire.

He had combed through the woods after no luck finding burnable pieces near the swamp. Everything was soggy and covered in rot from lying in such mucky water. Truth be told, he jumped on the opportunity to stray from stifling group setting. He basked in the tranquil silence that didn’t happen much anymore since the group had doubled in size the only noises he heard now were the crickets calls and his feet swishing across the ground. He aimlessly picked up dry sticks and bark for kindling and trekked over to a few tress that had a few fallen branches that would last awhile when a rhythmic thumping vibrated through the ground from the clearing up ahead. The movement up him on alert dropping the wood to the ground next to the trunk of the tree he was at and brought a hand up to grip the hilt of his sword.

With measured steps, he stalked forward doing his best to blend into the thin shadows the tress cast to the edge of the tree line. His bicep brushed against the bark roughly as he peered around its’ circumferences. Cloud expected some fiends, boy was he wrong.

The entire clearing was bathed in the full moon’s light. Hundreds of flashing lightning bugs fluttered in circles in soft shades of greens and yellow, and in the center of it all was you in all your striking beauty swaying along with the insects’ movements. He felt himself pull his blade from his back and lean it up against the truck that has kept him hidden. His expression softening without his permission and his eyes swimming in awe of the way you danced as if you were the wind yourself.

His feet began to inch closer to you, his clunky boots padded softly in the grass despite being too hypnotized to care if you was loud or not. He found it rather amusing that he’d tried his hardest not to be alone with you and yet here he was being drawn to you like a moth to a flame. He still didn’t know what to say or do around you. Should he act tough, or should he be more gentle? How would he even go about that? What should he talk about, or should he let you choose a topic and just go along with it? What if the other realize he’s acting different around you? Would they all tease him as mercilessly as Aerith did? He was so stuck in his own head that most of the interactions had been awkward he always felt he came off colder than he wanted to. Only for Aerith to have been watching the entire interaction and tease about his ‘crush’. He’d scoffed, and wave her off saying nothing had changed, but you clung to every bit of his free thoughts and he felt like he was going wild.

You weren’t shy or meek. You had the guts to put Barrett in a headlock when he rambled on for two hours about Shinra killing the planet. Did you have a death wish? You were smart and intuitive, winning Red’s affection by appreciating his intelligence instead of treating him as an animal. How you trained with Tifa and surprisingly could hold your own. His head still plagued him with worry that he wouldn’t be able to protect you in the coming challenges this journey will hold. Yet the spark in your eye when you try to convince him to allow you to fight did something to him. He hated how chummy Aerith got with you. Every day she’d approach him with some new info she learned that could ‘help’ him out. You grew up in Midgar. You liked being in the outdoors vs. being inside. You didn’t seem all that interested in flowers. You preferred salty over sweet, and other things she deemed important for him to know. All it did was make his hands clammy when he got close to you, and internally panic as he was unsure how to interact with you.

So why was this moment so different? Sure his pulse raced, but his need to be close to you override the hesitation that consumed him. Maybe he had to be in a trance so his desires could run freely, though his nose crinkled at the thought that he wouldn’t ever be able to be himself around you. He stopped just a few feet away. You were to focused as you hunched over one of the flickering bugs, your braid falling over your shoulder as you leaned over. There was just something so enchanting about seeing you trying to capture lightning bugs like he had when he was young back home on nights sleep eluded him.

Your brows drew together, and that crinkle between them reappeared, as you stretched out your hands and cupped each one in a half circle. You took in a deep breath and exhaled as you quickly clapped your hands around one, as fast as a snake. You shrieked with joy as you hopped a little as cradled the tiny insect against your chest. You peered down at it through the gaps between your finger, a gentle smile graced your pretty face the greenish light highlighting the e/c of your eyes.

He stretched a hand out to you, for what purpose he wasn’t sure, but you must have seen him then out of the corner of your eye because you jolted upwards with a quiet squeak - cute - and hands thrown up releasing the bug you worked so hard to catch.

“Fuck!” you cried as a hand clutched at your chest as you tried to still your rapid heartbeat. “You scared the shit out of me!” You yelled as you stomped over to him and smacked his shoulder. He had to summon all the stubborn willpower in his body to keep the corners of his mouth from inching into a smile. “I worked so hard to capture him, you ass!” You spun the opposite direction without giving him a chance to explain and began looking for your next target like he wasn’t even there.

He scratched at the back of his neck as he shuffled a tiny bit closer to you, “Sorry. I- uh,” Cloud shifted from one foot to the other uncomfortably. “Was looking for firewood.” Your lack of a response had him cursing at himself. Maybe he shouldn’t have approached you at all. He awkwardly turned back to the forest and intending to collect the branches, get back to the camp, and hole himself up. He even made a few steps back to the treeline before he stopped to consider if he should say goodbye. He twisted on his feet to look at you again.

He hadn’t expected you to be watching him, for your eyes to trace over him, study him, as he struggled with what to do next. The silence continued and while it should’ve felt awkward it didn’t. He huffed before looking over at a group of the bugs to the right of her, muttering. “I, uh, could help.” He flicked his eyes to your face briefly to gauge your reaction, not expecting the lopsided smile to be there as you continued to stare him down. “Or whatever.” He shrugged.

“Really?” You asked your head leaning slightly to the side. He only nodded to answer your question. “Alright, show me those skills, soldier boy.” You laughed the sound making him feel so much lighter.

He groaned at your teasing. “Ex-soldier.”

As ge spent a good hour or two jumping, leaping, and rolling trying to catch one of the damn things, no doubt completely embarrassing himself as you sat back and enjoyed the show, he wished he’d never opened his mouth. You must think him pathetic that a man of his skill set couldn’t catch one little bug, but when he finally caught one to present to you it made every minute of it worth it.

Your eyes lit up like he’d given you the heavens, a wide smile glowed on your s/c skin, and the gentle brush of his hand against yours as he settled it into yours had goosebumps racing against his flushed skin. To be close enough to shamelessly admire you, as you watched the critter flutter around your cupped palms, was enough payment for his services. Not that he’d ever charge you, and he’d do it all again just to see the way your face slowly warmed once you realized the attention he was giving you.

Until you finally couldn’t take it anymore, and you peered up at him through your dark lashes like you did that first day. His heart knocking against his ribs, trying to burst through his chest and land in your palms to be handled just as gently as the bug. Your voice was barely louder than a whisper as you spoke, “Thank you.”

He blinked once and then turned away from you completely. He didn’t wait for you either as he walked back to the edge of the clearing the weight of his thoughts revealing things he’d never expected to feel. How on Gaia did this even happen? One minute he was a bad ass mercenary and one bug later he was a love struck fool. He had to put some distance between you before he lost his mind altogether. He didn’t have time for shit like this. Sephiroth is out there and if he found out, Cloud could only imagine the shit he’d do to exploit this new weakness. He only allowed himself to look back once after he slung his sword onto his back and gathered the wood he’d abandoned there. “Let’s go back.” He called to you before quickly stalking back to the camp, leaving you there alone.

You looked around the shadowed field, noticing all the wonderful critters disappeared almost as abruptly as they appeared. The whole scene faded like a dream and left you with more questions about the man than when you asked the moon just a few hours ago. You glanced at it once more before making your way back to camp wondering if it was mocking you.

[asafeplacetostay]

Puppy Love (Ranboo x Reader)

genre: fluff!!! 💕

credits to the artist of the pic!

"I like your shirt...it-it looks good on you"

That was the first compliment you ever recieved from Ranboo, while you were chatting with him on discord with your facecam on. To say your whole face turned red was an understatement, but you smiled shyly at his words and thanked him, not noticing the tip of his ears turning red too.

This kept on for months, stuttering compliments to the other with lovesick smiles and flustered cheeks, ignoring your friends and chat's constant teasing.

It made your heart race everytime, leaving you with sleepless nights thinking of him while staring at the cealing and giggling to yourself quietly, so as not to wake your family members.

When Tubbo suggested to meet up with the gang in real life, taking into account that everyone was on the UK, for a vlog, you couldn't stop grinning like an idiot, prepearing your outfit days prior with hopes of impressing your tall friend. The thought of being able to see him and hug him making butterflies burst in your stomach.

The day arrived quickly, and you were really nervous to say the least. You checked yourself on the mirror one last time before running out of your house and into your car, driving off to the place you all arranged to meet, parking your car nearby the park and spotting them in a few seconds.

For the last few hours, you found yourself leaning near Ranboo the most, which he didn't complain about once, so you were really happy.

"Um- you look really pretty" He spoke all of the sudden, once he assured that Tubbo and Tommy were far ahead from both of you to hear, your cheeks blooming into a cute pink as well as his, but you didn't notice since he had his mask on.

"Thanks! Uh- you're eyes are beautiful by the way"

Ranboo's grayish eyes widened slightly, but he laughed at your comment, scratching the back of his neck.

"Thanks, I forgot I didn't have my glasses on" He confessed bashfully, letting his arm drop to his side, accidently brushing his hand with yours.

Your fingers tensed with his touch, and he muttered a flustered "Sorry!", worried he had made you uncomfortable.

Your eyes stuck to the ground but smiled anyways, boldly reaching out for his hand, grabbing two of his long fingers on your grasp.

"I don't mind- I...is this ok?" You asked hopefully, your face turning even redder along with his, but when he moved his fingers against your palm and interlocked them with yours, you couldn't contain your wide grin.

"Um-yeah...yeah totally" His tone was airy, almost like he was out of breath, but continued walking with you, hands still interlocked.

Tommy's voice snapped you out of the  bubble you were in moments prior, making you face him with a confused expression.

"We get it, you two are in love! But contain yourself, geez, don't eat infront of the poor" He mockly said, making both Ranboo's and your eyes to widen, letting go of the other's hand like it had burned them.

"We-shut up Tommy!" You complained, running ahead and pushing him out of the way, Ranboo catching up with you and staring down at the blonde, dissaprovingly shaking his head before calling your name.

"Great way to ruin the moment, asshole" Tubbo snickered next to Tommy, looking amused as Ranboo chased a flustered and annoyed you through the croud. The 'big' man rolled his eyes and huffed.

"Shut the fuck up, Toby"

[howifeltabouthim]

He loved me more at the end . . . More than he did in the beginning.

Siri Hustvedt, from The Blazing World

[2toplibrary]

i'll write our names in wet concrete by Kazymyr

(T, 3.4K, 1/1)

“So if you like the guy,” Katsuki says. “What’s all this?”

“All what?”

He waves his hand at the air around Shouto. “All this.”

“I’m not really sure,” Shouto admits. “It feels strange. My sister is getting married. My brother has a girlfriend he really likes and I…” He pauses. “All things considered; I didn’t think happiness was actually an option for us.”

Bakugou Katsuki will never know peace again, but he's not sure he's mad about it.