conversely, it was a shame that nothing on earth could take his breath away. nothing but you…and perhaps the mantaray leisurely gliding by above your heads, separated by inches of thick, indestructuble glass that withstood overwhelming volumes of water with ease.
your awe at the infrastructure is interrupted by the idiot beside you.
"satoru-!" you hiss, gripping a thick bicep and tugging his arm back with an incredulous, soft laugh, "stop pressing your forehead against the glass! what are you, five?"
the minute he turns his head, your eyes soften.
satoru has always been gorgeous, you're well aware of that, and you know he always will be. but it doesn't shock you any less when he turns, and you're met with those pale blue eyes, that strong jaw, that delicate, rounded point of his nose that has so often nuzzled deep into the crook of your neck, for no other reason than to breathe you in.
his blindfold is off - a rare occurence considering how sensitive those eyes of his are. always looking, searching for something most people couldn't put a name to.
snow-white lashes flutter at the sight of you, soaking your visage in with a tender smile.
and then, it's gone - replaced with a mischievous pout and a huff, "you're acting like you work here."
"and you're acting like a child." you retort, folding your arms over your chest, giving him that unimpressed expression he so deeply adores - satoru straightens to his full height, towering over you with an ego big enough to drown several of the fish swimming just a few feet away.
he leans his face down to make it level with yours, features resting into something so dangerously loving that for a moment you swear he's about to kiss you senseless - right in front of a crowd of gawking tourists.
instead, his upper lip curls into a smug grin, and you're reminded of exactly why utahime constantly wants to wring his neck.
"no need to be jealous of the fish, angel." he purrs, and you scoff, unable to prevent the reckless chuckle that bubbles out from your mouth.
"you were pressing your face against the glass, satoru." his grin widens further as your pointer finger presses into his pinkish forehead to emphasis your point, "you literally have a red patch from the pressure."
satoru shrugs, tilting his head vaguely, like a cat listening to someone talk, "what? i can't be curious?"
you scoff, and he laughs as he wraps an arm around your shoulders- a loud, deep, chirpy laugh that has you melting into him, your own arm slipping around his waist, hand burrowing into his nearest jacket pocket to keep him tight by your side.
"within reason." you continue, though now you're both entranced by the rich blue of the water, too hypnotised by the warmth of your bodies pressing side by side to bother with pursuing your teasing.
"within reason." he echoes, thumb brushing over your shoulder. "nothing i do, nothing i'm capable of, is within reason."
his eyes track a school of fish, expression faintly morose, admiring the silver of their scales, glittering like tiny, flexible daggers as they shoot across the water, movements too quick for the eye to follow. the aquarium had been his idea, a place of peace, where normal people without the crippling weight of the world went for fun.
and, more importantly, a place he knew you'd enjoy.
his eyes are no longer on the fish.
satoru barely has to turn his head to look at you, and he doesn't have to be subtle, but he tries to be. you look stunning, here, stood beside him, the lighting an ocean blue. satoru thinks you wear the colour well, which means you wear him well - every shade of blue is his colour, after all.
"stop staring." you mutter without glancing his way, and it's as though the movement of your lips as you speak is a direct tug at his soul, pulling him closer to you.
he's sure you can feel it, too. that little tug that has his lips just aching to connect with your mouth. oh, but you're a stubborn, pretty, little thing, too intent to watch the whale shark float by. why does the shark get all the attention? he's more attractive.
"'m not staring." satoru leans closer, and he uses a hand to turn your head, coaxing your gaze from the fish to him. your eyes are so gentle it leaves him breathless. you raise an eyebrow, and there's that look again: eyes narrowed, more or less amused, lips curved so minutely it would barely have counted as a whisper of a smirk.
you tilt your head, and it's like you've spontaneously grown a spiritual hand and reached deep inside of his chest, wrapping those phantom fingers around his heart and making it flutter, gently squeezing some words out of him.
"i'm…jealous of the fish." he confesses, and you laugh - god, he'd admit to every embarrassing thing he'd done since birth if you'd grant him a chance to hear that sound again.
"well," you hum, "there's no need to be. none are as handsome as you, anyway."
and those are the words he wants to hear, because suddenly satoru's sweet tooth is irritating him to the point of pain, and he's smothering his mouth over yours to satiate it - there's nothing sweeter than your lips, after all.
the world melts away, until it's just him and you, the buzz of his six-eyes, a constant, droning, exhausting power, dulls into the background. when you cheekily nibble on his lower lip, it's like his soul's redeemed, fresh and reborn.
as always, you're the first to pull away for air.
satoru licks his lips, chasing after your sugary taste, pupils blown open so wide that black swallows virtually all the pale-blue of his irises.
you giggle as you wipe your thumb over his bottom lip, wiping it free of residual saliva. "that'll give the workers something to talk about." you murmur.
he catches your wrist with his free hand, leaning forward and bumping his nose against yours, barely. "i love you." he whispers, soft, terribly quiet, just a secret meant for the both of you.
"i love you, too." you whisper back, equally as secretive, "more than any sea creature, that's for sure."
satoru snorts, and the mood shifts - less of the heavy emotion, and more of the lighter stuff, the type that makes the both of you feel like you're floating on air. he steps in front of you, hand still wrapped around your wrist, and starts walking, tugging you to his side with gentle encouragement.
"come on, angel." he grins, "to the beta fish tank."
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ (a/n): hey my loves!! enjoy this little bite-sized fic at your leisure!! as always, don't forget to follow my ao3 (@nanahidesingroves) and my asks are open! love you all <3
(p.s - do you guys think i should make a masterlist? pleaseee lmk)
Soft, gentle hands cupped your cheeks as you stood in the familiar room, your eyes slightly wet and your breathing heavier than it should be. His thumbs moving back and forth in a comforting motion as he pressed his soft, cool lips to your nose, your forehead then the side of your mouth. Peppered in his affection you felt your muscles relax, your shoulders slump as you let out a shaky exhale, your eyes moved to meet his tender, loving gaze.
“I’m tired” you speak so quietly you think he missed it. But he does not, he never does. Letting out a gentle hum, he presses his forehead to yours, his beautiful golden eyes starring back into yours as he speaks softly, his voice a soothing purr, “I know my dear, I know.” you lean against him as he speaks, arms moving to his side as you cling to his shirt. In that moment you tell yourself that its okay, that you can let go, let him take the lead, that you can allow yourself to take a break and everything will be fine.
You tell yourself that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to just stop doing all those things, to just stay home with your lover and let him take care of everything, let him provide for the both of you. But you cannot, you still have things you want to do with your life, and you cannot stay in one place for the rest of your days. You have projects and dreams, goals and hobbies. And yet life can be so very tiring, but tonight, tonight you can rest easy. Spend time with your sweet lover who cherishes you like the most precious of jewels.
Kyryll lets out a soft sigh, hands moving to your shoulders, giving a reassuring squeeze before moving down your arms and grasping your hands, bringing them to his mouth before kissing the top of one, then the other. His gaze locked with yours as he moves to your side, one hand still clasped around yours as the other moves to the small of your back, his thumb repeating that same gentle back and forth motion that grounds you just enough as he gently leads you back to the room where your shared bed stands. The same bed you slept in when you stayed overnight at his humble home, the same one where he kissed your skin all over for the first time, where you felt his hands burn against your skin despite his usually colder body temperature.
As you sat on the bed he kneeled before you, caressing your thigh as his hands moved to your knees and then lower, taking your boots off for you with tenderness. Every movement controlled and measured as he puts them to the side of the bed, rising back to his feet with a hand by your side, resting his weight on it, causing the mattress to sink as the other cradled your face and his cool lips met yours in a chaste kiss before whispering so gently “rest now, my star…tomorrow is another day and today will be in the past.” He gently pushed you down, caressing your hair gently as he tucked you in all nice and smiled at you tenderly.
“Won’t you lay with me Kyryll?” you ask your lover, voice quiet and tired, earning a small chuckle from the man before he moved to the other side of the bed, climbing in by your side, pulling you close to his chest as his hands ran through your hair once, twice before settling to massage your scalp as he spoke “anything for you my dearest”. Laying in bed, cuddled up to him with his arms embracing you, you felt at ease and begun to drift of to sleep.
Although the day was hard, now you can rest easy, life will start again tomorrow, but for now you are content laying in your lover’s arms, tucked under his covers.
Could you do fic for James Vowles with wife reader? He's frustrated about something and she just huts him up with a kiss. Then, they get caught by Alex and Logan. Just something fluff and cute. Thanks!! :))
Traumatized… Allegedly
Pairing: James Vowles x Wife!Reader
Masterlist
Warnings: romantic moments, frustrated James, cursing, Alex and Logan being funny, no use of Y/N, bad writing and probably OOC for everyone.
Word count: 736
Requested by: Anon
Author's note: Finally on break from college, now that my first year is finally done and I'm accustomed to the studying schedule, I might be able to write more constantly (Hopefully). lol
I’m sitting in James’ office waiting for him to get out of the meeting. It's taking longer than usual, so I start playing on my phone to pass the time. I look up from my phone a few minutes later when I hear footsteps towards the office, James opens the door and practically slams it closed:
“Woah, what’s gotten you in such a bad mood?” I ask, smiling at him softly, trying to lighten the mood. He sighs loudly:
“They… They’re… I can’t even begin to explain how fucking angry I am right now.” He says pacing around the office, hands clenching on his side, trying to contain his anger.
“What did they say? Come on, sit down… Take a deep breath.” I say, losing the smile when I realize he’s really upset with what happened in the office, gently guiding him to sit on the couch that’s in the office.
“I… I can’t say it, but it's just… It’s utterly ridiculous what they’re doing, seriously, it’s… It’s like… Like they don’t even care about the wellbeing of the-” He starts rambling and when I realize he’s nowhere near getting something comprehensive out, I cup both of his cheeks gently enough that he can pull away in case he wants to and place a chaste kiss on his lips.
When I pull away and look into his eyes, they’re already looking at me with so much love and tenderness. His hands that were on his lap went around my waist, hugging me gently and kissing my neck softly.
He starts kissing his way up my neck towards my lips and he kisses me just as gently, trying to use those kisses to calm himself down. We hear the door open, then two loud comical screams come from it and we pull away from each other, my hands on his shoulder, looking at the door startled. We find Logan and Alex by the door:
“MY EYES! OH, MY EYES!” Logan screams, covering his eyes.
“WHY?! BY GOD, WHY?!” Alex yells afterwards, falling on his knees dramatically.
“My God, boys… You’re so dramatic, you could’ve knocked” James says, covering his blushing face embarrassed.
“I’m traumatized, I don’t know how I’ll ever look you two in the eyes again.” Logan dramatically says, pretending to wipe some inexistent tears from his eyes. I laugh loudly at that, covering my mouth when James scowls at me, but I can see that he’s also trying to fight his laughter.
“Come on, kids. We weren’t doing anything.” I say standing up from the couch and helping Alex stand up from the ground, laughing through my teeth.
“We came to check on you, boss… We heard it was a tough meeting.” Alex says, looking at James who’s still covering his face.
“You boys don’t have to worry about it, I’ll try to fix everything before the race, you two focus on resting and feeling ready for the race.” James says, standing up and placing a gentle hand on the bottom of my back.
“Go on, kids. I’m sure the big boss won't mind if you go get ice cream.” I say laughing, noticing that James really doesn’t want to talk about that, the two younger boys look at each other and then:
“I’M GETTING THERE FIRST!” They both yell at the same time, running to their cars.
“I can’t believe they’re 20 something years old” I say laughing, looking up at James to find him smiling at me tenderly.
“Thank you, honey…” He whispers as if it’s a secret no one can hear, kissing my forehead softly.
“Anytime, handsome… Now let’s go, I made myself crave ice cream by mentioning it.” I say laughing with him, we both walk to the parking lot slowly, only to find both drivers’ cars gone. “They’re really fast for two traumatized kids.” I say laughing, bringing out a laugh from James.
“Come on, you want to go to the usual place, sweetheart?” He says smiling at me softly, opening the passenger door for me.
“Yes, please, honey” I say smiling at him, as he walks around the car and gets on the driver’s seat, starting the car and placing a soft hand on my leg as we drive off to my favorite ice cream, I know deep down he might not tell me why he was so frustrated after the meeting, but he will… Eventually when he’s ready.
If you haven't seen it... WATCH IT! Or don't.... lots of hard triggers and you will likely cry.... a lot... as in every episode. But this was a seriously amazing series and we can't say enough about it.
Here are some of our favorite posts we came across (spoilers ahead):
@domiia shared some fun little easter eggs in episode 1:
💬 0 🔁 49 ❤️ 132 · some fun little easter eggs in Love You Teacher ep. 1!
the school’s name is Sukhum Udom Rak School and which comes from
Language notes from @firstkanaphans explaining how Pobmek speaks differently to Sun vs Solar. Great information to have. Thank you!
There was a lot about this series that made us excited right from the start and we were not alone. @befuddledcinnamonroll had an early post sharing how this was a completely different kind of story than we usually get.
💬 1 🔁 42 ❤️ 111 · There's such an aching bittersweetness already to Love You Teacher.
There's a...deliberate feel here, in how they've ta
Love this post from @my-rose-tinted-glasses with GIFS that contrast Pobmek and Sun from epsiode 1 & 3. Watching their relationship evolve over the series was really beautiful. 😍
💬 0 🔁 40 ❤️ 68 · Why are you doing this? What else do you want?
Uncle has something for you. All these toys are just for you, Sun.
LOVE
Love this side by side posted by @airenyah showing Bad Buddy/Love You Teacher where shitty moms go after their kids for daring to love music.
💬 3 🔁 25 ❤️ 44 · Close enough. Welcome back Dissaya and Pran Parakul Siridechawat.
BAD BUDDY SERIES (2021) || LOVE YOU TEACHER (2026)
for
@hughungrybear shares their experience with cultural opinions around being a teacher and we found it really interesting.
💬 0 🔁 1 ❤️ 16 · I don't know about other countries, but being Asian we are all told that the only respectable and stable careers in this w
Episode 6 gave us a lot of feels and Dori broke.
💬 2 🔁 9 ❤️ 18 · 🐠Dori rambles post (though Kat and I cried together about this)
Started this post so many times, but I keep getting stuck
@berestweys had an interesting post about episode 6. Love how they pointed out that Pobmek's friends supported him even though they didn't understand the need to go to such extremes to hide the truth.
@heretherebedork gave us feels with their episode 6 post about how everyone only saw the kinder way Pobmek's mother treated others, but not the way she treated her son.
LOVE this scene/plot comparison from episode 6 by @krist-perawat
💬 0 🔁 11 ❤️ 29 · maybe I am reading too much into it, but is this still honestly depicts the entire show's plotline till now.
Sun being i
Found this post about Sun/Solar's personality split by @krist-perawat interesting.
And then @papertigers09 had us crying with their post. We absolutely agree... this isn't a romance, it's a love story. And a painfully honest one that asks hard questions. There is a lot to this series and this post touches on just some of what this story has to say about love.
@almayver posted about unconditional love being something both Pobmek and Sun didn't get from their parents but found with each other. Really, we're fine.
Thank you for all the incredible GIF makers for making tumblr beautiful! 😍
And we will wrap up with this final thought brought to you by @befuddledcinnamonroll
💬 0 🔁 18 ❤️ 61 · I love that one of the messages of Love You Teacher is that all those things your childhood self didn't receive, or neede
AN: Think I still got Rise Raph deep-rooted in the brain, especially his savage mode, soooooo enjoy the result of my obsession :3
Raphael x Reader
Warnings: violence, couple of bad words, kinda angsty (are you surprised?), savage Raph being protective <3
Dark. Pitch black. Quiet.
When did it get so dark?
The last thing Raph remembers is-
Crud. His head is pounding. He pulls himself up from the strangely cold floor and rises lethargically only to cause further incursion against a ceiling. Ow. One hand nurses the top of his head as the other feels around. He’s inside some kind of box, smooth all around and cold - must be a metal. How did he get in here? He was… he was out. Somewhere. That’s it, he was out with… with… with you! Yeah, date night, that was it. Then, something happened. Damn it. He can’t concentrate with this drumming in his skull. Him and you. Out together. Then… then?
Shit!
His shoulder suddenly barrels into the side, and a second time but no budge. He remembers now: the two of you were making your way back from an anniversary date when a group got the jump on you. They must have knocked him over the head and trapped him in here whilst he was unconscious. That means they have you. No. Not on his watch. Not as long as he’s got breath in his lungs.
Surveying his circumstances, he realises just how serious these guys are about keeping him at bay. No windows, not even a keyhole for light to pass through, nothing but darkness. This box also appears to block out a decent amount of sound. Just him and the crackle of his breathing as it comes in and out in shorter successions. His palms stroke over the cold, metal walls before he punches one. Then, again. He slams his fists in the same place over and over in the hopes of creating a weak spot.
Nothing.
His annoyance and dread only grow. Just what is this thing made of? No. No time to speculate. It doesn’t matter how sturdy this entrapment is. What matters is finding a way to break it. Whoever has done this is going to pay sorely. Raphael is protective of everyone he cares about but when it comes to you, he feels a bit more passionate; decisively out for blood. A concerning revelation he hadn’t the cause to encounter until now but he won’t worry about that now. He needs to make sure you're not hurt. He needs to get out.
Once again, his hands ball up and he punches every spot he can feel. He's not going to give up. He'll keep going until his knuckles bleed if he has to. Every whack makes the metal ring in his ears. Every jab stings as bruises form on his fists. With every hit, an image of you flashes in his mind, scared of what danger you may be in. The interior lights up with the bright red of his ninpõ and he carries on. He has to protect you. There’s no way of contacting his brothers for their aid. He needs to get out.
Eventually, he comes to a stop. Raph gave it all his might and hasn't even made a scratch. The perpetual darkness and his stunted gasping pushes him closer to the edge. He falls to his knees, head spinning, his mind dizzy and disoriented. Right. That’s right. This cage is a complete seal, which means it's more than likely that there aren't any cracks for even oxygen to pass through. His air is finite and he's wasted it all on this futile attempt to break out. No. He needs to get OUT!
The large snapper cries out in frustration, only for his screams to bounce back at him with an even fiercer roar. You’re alone with the threat out there. He’s alone in here. He can feel himself slipping. The only assurance he has is himself and his self-assaulting shots of paranoia. Why can't he get out of this forsaken box?! No. No. Nonono! He needs to stay. He's not going to be much help if he ends up going berserk. Raphael’s teeth clench and he clasps onto his head desperately. It feels like his brain is splitting in two. Crap! Keep it together. Keep it together. Keep it to-
On the outside, some tunnels down, you have your hands tied, held behind your back with little give. The ropes bite into your wrists as you twist and turn, trying to find some leverage to loosen them. Your surroundings are cold and unwelcoming, filled with the faint scent of metal and something else you can’t immediately place. It’s unpleasant but recognisable. The sewers. More specifically, New York sewers. That’s a relief in some respect, knowing that you’re still in familiar territory. You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to focus. Raph is out there, and you need to find a way to reach him. Your heart races at the thought of him being in pain or worse. You can't let that happen. You have to find a way to get to him, to tell him you're okay, to let him know that you're fighting too.
Think. There must be a way to get out of this before those hoodlums come back. Everything around you is as bare as the ideas in your head, in that you have none. With a huff, you adjust back into a sitting position. Something pokes at you where thigh meets hip bone. Something sharp. A shuriken! You’re glad for your need to be ready for any given situation but wish you had opted to place it in your back pocket instead. The top half of your body swivels one way and you force your legs to turn the opposite. Your fingers twitch and stretch in desperation. With each movement, the ropes dig deeper into your skin, but you push through the pain. You suck in a sharp breath and twist yourself further. A nail scratches against the metal and then the tip of your fingers. You frantically stroke towards yourself until it’s released from the captive pocket and clanks onto the ground. There’s no time to get breath back, however. You quickly stumble on an axis and clasp onto the star, wasting not another second as you delicately rub it back and forth against the ropes. The fibres begin to fray, and you can feel the bindings loosening. Hope surges within you, igniting a fire in your belly. You just need a little more time.
Just as you’re about to free your wrists, two figures, masked and menacing, step inside the concave structure of grey brick and stone, their eyes glinting with malice as they size you up. You do the same, noting the slightly inhuman shapes of them. They must be Yokai of some description if you had to guess. Do the turtles have beef with any Yokai? You don’t recall.
"Well, well, look who decided to wake up," one of them sneers, stepping closer.
You swallow hard, adrenaline coursing through your veins. "Where's Raph?" you demand, your voice steadier than you feel. “What do you want with us?”
The other figure kneels down to your level and chuckles darkly, “Our only interest is that big pet of yours. He’s got a pretty price on his head for the battle nexus and we intend to collect.”
The battle nexus: a major blood sport attraction that used to take place in the hidden city back when Big Mama was running shop. An event that you thought to be deceased many years ago. You suppose it’s only natural that someone would eventually want to resurrect it for their own nefarious desires. What better way to do that than with a behemoth turtle who showcases great strength? If their only priority is Raphael then what’s the point in keeping you around? You’re glad they’ve kept you alive but they could have just as easily left you behind. You’re almost afraid to ask but you need to maintain conversation whilst subtly working on your restraints.
“Why keep me around then?”
“Leverage,” the one in front of you states simply and you can feel the smirk in his voice. “Our guess is that he’ll be more agreeable if he doesn’t want you getting hurt.”
The two laugh and you frown. A sense of dread swirls in your stomach. Sickos. Taking advantage of someone’s love and care just to torture the life of another. Each cackle from their hidden lips only feeds into your desperation that much more. It takes another moment and then, finally, your shoulders can relax and you take a calming breath. You join in their laughter, rising in volume as they quieten. When they silence completely, you do the same with a long, melodic sigh.
“You made just one teeny tiny miscalculation.” Suddenly, your arms land at your sides and you fall back, bringing your feet up to kick the first tyrant in the face. “Dating one of the Mad Dogs means picking up a few tricks!”
With one down, you push yourself forward onto your feet, quickly tossing the throwing star in the other guy’s direction. It catches him on the leg and he howls in pain, falling to one of his knees. That works for you. You see your opening and take it, running as fast as you can down the long tunnel. With determination fueling your every step, you run, ready to face whatever awaits you, knowing that the moment you find Raph, you’ll both be able to get out of this.
"Raph!" you shout, desperate for him to hear you. "I’m here! I’m coming!"
The sound of something scraping against metal echoes through the sewer hall, and you can only assume that it has to do with him. Running on that theory, you sprint in the direction the sound came from, bounding past a couple of goons and bringing you to a large junction where four tunnels meet. In the centre of this junction is a large metal cage and it cries from something inside trying to get out. He’s in there. This is it!
You run past five or six more masked figures to get to the box. Maybe you should have thought this through better. Yet again, they won’t be a problem if you can figure out how to open this thing; a switch, a lever, anything! But there’s nothing. In a last-ditch effort, you pick up the first thing at your disposal - a broken pipe - and whack it against one of the corners. The hit reverberates and sends a shockwave through your bones, making you drop the pipe. How are you supposed to get this blasted cage open?!
You reach for the rusted tube of metal again but a set of arms snake around you and lift you from the ground, tearing a scream from your lungs. Freedom was so sweet, yet so short. You shout hysterically for your Raphael, hoping with all your breath that it’ll reach him, that it’ll give him the strength to breach him of his capture.
"Sorry to burst your bubble,” one of the crooks from before laughs, although breathless from his run here, “but that box has been infused with mystic energy! It would take a miracle to-"
SCHREEE-EEEECH!!!
A piercing shriek cuts through the open air and everyone halts. Bangs like thunder trail after, followed by another loud, ear-splitting scrape of metal. All eyes slowly glance over to the box where a couple of large, dark-green spikes are poking out from the side, having cut through. They disappear back inside and are soon replaced with two hands that proceed to push the metal away. You smile victoriously. You knew your big lug would find a way to break out. That spiky shell is sharper than he gives himself credit for. You attempt to run forward and reunite with him but this damn bastard won’t let go of you.
Raph erupts from the confines of the metal box, hunched over and huffing with a gravelliness that makes the hairs on your neck stand up. The atmosphere shifts like a storm brewing on the horizon. He stands tall and intimidating, the dim light casts shadows over his hulking figure, muscles coiled like springs ready to unleash chaos. The moment he spots you, a deep growl rumbles from deep within his chest, resonating with an anger that has been building in the darkness.
Still, no one has attempted a move, no one brave enough to do so, but one is eager to see this standstill put to an end. “Don’t just stand there! Attack!”
The crooks scramble, thrusting their weapons in his direction and he responds with a guttural battle cry, lunging at the nearest bandit - a hulking brute who barely has time to raise his weapon before Raph’s fist connects with his jaw. The impact is followed by a nasty crack and the crook is sent sprawling backwards into a wall before slumping to the ground like a ragdoll. This beast - your boyfriend - doesn’t stop there, moving with an agility that almost seems unnatural. He pounces forward with a speed that belies his size, taking out more assailants one by one and without restraint. Each attempt on his life is met with devastating retaliation and another nameless body on the ground.
Heart racing, you stand helplessly caught in the grip of the larger thug who has yet to release you. You can only watch in awe and horror as the dark side of your boyfriend further emerges like some fiery reincarnation. It’s as if he’s become something other than himself, a creature of pure rage, driven by a rudimentary wrath that eclipses the calculated fighter you know. Raph’s movements are fierce, but there’s something primal about them, a wildness that feels almost foreign. It’s as if he’s been overtaken by something deeper, something instinctual that drives him to protect.
When there are none left to fight, you call out, “Raph!” your voice breaking through the chaos.
He stalls, sits on pause for just a moment, and his head cranes to the side to face you. That’s when you see it, that’s when it makes sense; his eyes. They hold no shine, nor do they ignite with relief upon realising your presence. Clouded over, ghost white, they are completely and utterly devoid of your Raphael. You think you’ve grounded him, even slightly, but the sound of your voice and your helpless form only torches his fury further.
Those blank eyes stare just to your left and at the thug still holding you. You feel his entire body stutter, hear the gulp in his throat, and a whimper just before he lets go. He runs off with a trip and gets away as fast as he can, being the only one who has managed to flee the area unscathed. You’re weirdly glad for that. In a morbid kind of way, he can hopefully warn others not to ever mess with you guys again.
You gradually tempt yourself to look back at your hulking goliath of a boyfriend. You’ve heard about Raph’s “savage mode” but you’ve never seen it yourself. There’s never been an instance in which it could happen. From the moment you two have been together, you’ve practically been tied at the hip. You don’t want to fear him of all people but you recount stories of this beastly persona, how even his own family have not been entirely safe in the midst of his presence. There’s no telling if you’re in danger right now.
He makes his way towards you and it’s as though you’ve been turned to stone. Worst-case scenarios flood your better judgment to the point that you can’t bear to look. Remaining dead still, you listen closely to his movements, trying to ignore the pounding of your heart in your ears. It sounds like he’s right in front of you and then… behind you? Slowly, you take a peak and turn. He stares off where that last thug had run off, seemingly chalking up whether he should chase after or not. If you had to guess. He appears to decide against it and circles you again. There’s been no move to actively acknowledge you, which you hope is a good sign.
“Raph?” With no idea of what’s going on inside his head, all you can think to say is his name.
He huffs and makes a glance at you, only to return his attention to the room. A strong arm is held out in front of you as he breathes gruffly. His head jerks side to side in case there are any more threats to vanquish but it’s clear to you that they’re all beat. You need to find a way to calm him down so that you two can get out of here. Pronto. He backs up closer to you and lowers himself more. Before you can wonder what he’s doing, he suddenly grabs you and pulls you into his chest, holding you there with one arm.
“Whoa, whoa, easy there, big guy. It’s okay. You got them all.”
Your efforts to lull his antsy behaviour are for nothing. He huffs from his nostrils down at you again and runs off. His grasp on you is secure, strong, and safe like any other instance you’re wrapped up in green muscle. You thank whatever higher forces that even this feral side won’t hurt you but you still need to get your Raph back before anything goes out of control again. You imagine he must be taking you somewhere safe, where is what you’re concerned about. There’s no telling who you may cross paths with and who could get hurt while he’s like this. Granted, the sewers aren’t regularly populated but it would just be your luck if there were workers down here at this time or something.
You keep trying to usher him to calm down but he continues on his quest, running through the maze of sewers. There’s no getting through to him. He only skids to a stop when something clinks around the corner and gets down on all fours minus the arm holding you. The source of the scuffle is nothing more than a group of mice looking for a good meal. Despite the lack of threat, he’s still on edge, body tense and rigid around you. You try to wiggle free of his arm and reach out for his cheek, softly petting the rough skin.
“Shh, baby, it’s okay,” you calmly usher. “We’re okay.”
He takes in a shuddery breath and shakes his head. There’s a battle in his mind, an instance in which he wavers. Much is clear when his hold loosens. You scramble against the floor and onto your feet, taking a hold of his face before he can straighten himself out or blow up again. There’s a combative roll of his vocals, sounding shot, and his head leans down into your hands. Hunched over like this, he almost looks like a big, wounded dog in need of comfort.
“Raph… keep safe,” he grunts quietly.
Those blank eyes flicker up, a spark of recognition igniting behind them. It’s like watching a storm cloud begin to part, revealing the sun beyond. He’s in there. He’s coming out. Little by little, your soft-hearted giant is trying to return. You smile down at him, hopeful, and softly pull him closer. As you hold him against your chest, you plant a soft kiss on the top of his head. He relaxes into it and gingerly wraps his arms around you.
“I am safe,” you whisper, stroking a hand over his head. “You always keep me safe.”
He hums back lowly. You both stay like this for a moment; the security of his hold around your waist, your fingers delicately caressing his head. You don’t mind how long it takes for him to fully relax. You’ll take all the time in the world if you have to. Though time seems to be on your side when he suddenly gasps loudly. His arms go taut and you hold onto his head, paving a hand over the top of his shell.
“Hey, heyheyhey! It’s okay, I gotcha,” you reassure. “Just breathe.”
His breathing is ragged, each inhale shaky as he processes all of the chaos that unfolded. Raphael can’t piece together what happened. He knows what happened to him to get to where he is right now but he doesn’t know the extent of what he’s done. The echoes of his own growls and the sounds of battle play back in his mind but without any cohesiveness. It’s so terrifyingly frustrating. It’s there and it isn’t. He quickly looks up at you, eyes frantically darting around, then back on you in search of any injuries.
“Where- What happened to- I didn’t-” He swallows hard and trembles against you. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” you answer quickly, “you didn’t. You could never.”
You hold onto his face, grounding him as best as you can. The fear still lingers. His chest is still collapsing under every half-breath and stuttered gasp. He can’t bear the thought of hurting you. Even if it isn’t entirely him, he would never- could never forgive himself for such a thing. As he continues to crumble, you know it’s going to take more than words to calm him down.
“Raph, look at me,” you say softly, urging him to focus on you. “I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me. I promise.” You kiss his forehead and speak into the skin. “Just breathe, okay? In and out. Just like we practised.”
He nods, albeit slowly, and tries to mirror your breathing. His head hangs low whilst he tries to collect himself. You watch as his body rises and falls, your heart aching more with every pained whimper croaking in his throat. His vulnerability is something you’ve rarely witnessed, reserved for the few times that he’s had night terrors.
Gradually, the frantic energy starts to dissipate. He leans into you, resting his forehead against yours as he tries to regain his composure. You can feel the tension in his muscles begin to ease. His eyes slowly open and he expects to be faced with distress but all he finds is a gentle, sad smile. He only wishes he had the strength to give you one in return. At least he’s gotten a grip on himself now. His nerves are shot but he’s steady again. That’s the main thing.
“There we go. I’m so proud of you.” You softly peck the space between his eyes and smile more assuringly. “Let’s go home now, okay?”
Coming to a slow stand, he breathes out and nods. “Yeah… yeah. Let’s go home.”
Imagine not having seen Steve since your teen years, having moved away for college and finally coming home. Running into the old 'king' steve at the supermarket, the bright white lights hitting you like a halo in the frozen food isle. Hands half on an ice cream tub, eyebrows raising as you make eye contact through the glass door.
Imagine Steve taking you on a date to the new italian restaurant in town, getting to re-know you again over a bottle of red wine.
Imagine Steve offering to take you home, and inviting him in for some warm tea to settle down.
Imagine Steve pinning you gently against the couch, kissing along your neck and collarbones, hooking your knees over his shoulder and his fingers stretching you ever so gently and suckling on the little pearl filled with pleasure.
Imagine Steve taking you that night on the silk sheets of your bed, stretching you so nicely, peppering kisses all along your face, and after, having a nice shared bath and falling asleep in each others arms.
