《A-Team》One Condition
Advertisement
My Raphie is in Donnie's lab, on top of a small bed set up specifically for him. His leg is propped up and his head is bandaged. When I enter the room, our eyes immediately meet, making my stomach lurch.
I nearly fall on something as I run up to him. I grab his hand and kiss his lips.
Raph, clearly unprepared, kisses me back after a moment of hesitation.
"Well what a nice sight to wake up to," he whispers in a thick tone. He gives me a cocky grin, as if he isn't in pain right now.
"Raph I swear to God if you throw yourself at monsters like that, I will kill you. You always give me a heart attack and I was worried sick. Jesus! I should keep you chained somewhere so you won't get hurt-"
"And what a nice way to say hello," he grumbles.
I sigh. "My hello was that kiss."
Raph smiles. "Well in that case, what a really nice way to say hello."
I bury my face in the crook of his neck and sniffle. He hugs me and snuggles his face closer to me.
"Have you been crying? You look like shit," he comments.
"Gee Raph. Thanks for being a supportive boyfriend. I can always count on you for compliments," I joke.
His chest vibrates as he laughs. "Sorry. But you didn't answer my question."
"Yes," I answer. "I have been crying because I was freaking worried. You lost a lot of blood."
"Now you know how I felt when you broke your hand," he says. "I was worried sick too cause you lost consciousness."
I find myself unable to reply. I remember that time very clearly. Those days when he took care of me even though I annoyed the heck out of him with my bantering.
Advertisement
Even when you thought he hated you, he's always cared for you.
"You know..I'm a little upset that you didn't tell me about the first time Shredder attacked you and Donnie," I admit quietly.
"Was I suppose to?" He asks.
"Well considering he could've done worse damage to you alone than with us then yes," I reply.
Raph rolls his eyes. "But I wasn't hurt Leo."
"Yeah well now you are," I hiss. "Why do you keep throwing yourself at him? Do you have a death wish?"
"No but I have a alone wish. Its a wish that lets me work on my own," he replies, equally harsh.
"Again with this shit Raph? Why do you want to leave us so desperately?"
"Because its always about planning and precaution. Why can't we just attack? Use the villains' method?"
Even though he's making me mad, a small flame inside me ignites. One that has always been there everytime we've fought. One that lets me know that I've always enjoyed our little arguments.
"Well this is what the villain's mehod gives you Raphael. An open flesh wound and just a couple of broken bones," I reply.
"Whatever," he breathes out.
"Alright. So you want to work alone then. You want to work without me."
His eyes soften and his frown disappears. "Of course not."
"Then make up your freaking mind. I'm tired of hearing that you want to be alone when it doesn't have to be that way," I say.
"We're fighting," he states.
"No we're not. Its just a simple discussion," I say.
"I want it to stop," he whispers.
"No matter how much we fight, we will always need each other Raph," I state bluntly.
Advertisement
Raph doesn't reply. He doesn't deny it either.
"You know that right? Don't be intimidated by this discussion," I continue.
"I'm just tired of you worrying for me. You always have the need to protect me and I don't like that," he says, his breath hitting against my neck.
If I had a drink, I would have spit it out in an instant.
"You need to look up the definition of love babe because caring is a part of the package deal. And I will never stop caring for you no matter what. You'd do the same for me," I reply and cross my arms, and look away.
Raph laughs. Actually laughs out loud. He hold his stomach and throws his head back.
"What's so funny?" I ask, quite annoyed.
"Nothing. I just actually miss you lecturing me," he says.
"You were worried for me when I was hurt didn't you? It makes sense for me to do the same-"
"Yeah yeah I get it. I chose to be with you guys on one condition though." He runs his thumb across my bottom lip and smiles.
"And what is that?"
"Call me babe again."
Advertisement
Throwing Dice
Mirnaya and Nebesa are futuristic city-states existing in parallel dimensions. Siblings Valya and Maxim are each stuck in a different city. Will they be able to break the divide between the two parallels and see each other again?
8 129The one Player
Jacob, an avid Minecraft player in his free time, touched that damn mirror that looked so much like an End portal. And portalled away he was, because the next thing he knew, blue boxes were everywhere he looked. He could craft items, he could roam around. He could enjoy life! With his extensive knowledge of the game, of the mods, of the playstyle... He knew that he would thrive here, in a world so similar to the virtual one where he had spent so many hours of his life.
8 119HER
you're just too good to be true... can't take my eyes off of you.
8 174Correcting My Martial Path
This story follows a young student on modern Earth, who got sucked in a spatial dimension that suddenly appeared in his living room. Follow his adventure in a world unknown to him as he tries his best to cope up and find a way to return to earth.
8 204The Necromancer King
((Hiatus.))(First fantasy story.)Someone told me to write a fantasy story so here it is.A dragon king was bored as it had conquered the world. There was no one to fight as he killed his enemies. No one dared revolt. He's eaten all the powerful prey on his planet. No meat can satisfy him anymore. When he sees one of his subjects atop a summoning circle, he kills the subject, assumes a demi- human form with dragon horns and accepts the call. He is weak once again as he loses all his powers, but he doesn't care. He has a new world full of enemies. He wonders how they'll taste. Being a hero? Who cares. That meant that his meal was stronger and more numerous than the allies he can't eat. He will either rule them all or eat them all as he had done once before.Warning: If you want a hero of absolute goodness, look elsewhere. The MC will do both evil and good acts. Justice is cruel and merciless and there are twisted forms of justice.
8 90Sitting Under a Torn Umbrella
Man is for man - this is an old slogan today. It has lost its uniqueness for the cause of self-centred mentality. Now we cannot hear the chorus songs of unity. Rather the sound of cacophony always do disturb our hearing organ by imposing acute disparity. We don't fly the flag of harmony, uncompromising corrupted selfish hands try to disconnect the rope of the flying flag to take undue advantage. Human being lacks of humane quality. Strangulation of faith is seen here and there. We are losing hope day by day. The act of deflowering is an art. The dignity of woman is mercilessly crushing under the wheel of gender inequality. Filial piety sinks into the ocean of disbelief. Every moment we do feel pangs of neglect sitting under a torn umbrella.
8 155