#he smol body contains all that anger

[ruubesz-draws]

Buff Minus One isn't real, he can't hurt you

He just wanted to be big and strong like his big brothers... :'(

[eccentricallygothic]

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Description: You were a narcissist and the plan was simple. Have a man who worshipped you all day long as you got to do whatever disgraceful things you desired that no other man would ever let you do. So a 'wuss' like Steve Rogers was the perfect pick... right? 

Pairing: Pre and Post-Serum Steve Rogers | Brat!Reader.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Steve Rogers. This story contains mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.

Warning(s): Mentions of toxic relationship, brat tamer!Steve, brat!you, fear kink because Steve has had enough of your high cloud shit, 1940's misogyny because you brought it upon yourself, spanking (both ass and pussy), humiliation, p-in-v, missionary, dacryphilia, hair pulling, slight daddy kink. 

Note: This scenario has been living rent free in my head ever since the day I watched the first CA movie for the first time. Basically, you give smol Steve a chance because none of the other sexist assholes would let you do your bitchy shit. Easy right? Wrong. He gets enhanced and man's in a rut after the procedure. So who does he visit? His little lady love, of course. Idk what this is either but I definitely channeled my Peggy hate in here. No mentions of body type or ethnicity but he's bigger. Hope you enjoy. Feedback is much appreciated! Unedited. 🩷

MASTERLIST

Steve was not really planning on setting you straight the moment you opened the door of your house for him. He really wasn't. Despite the violent surge of hormones the enhancement procedure had caused, he just wanted to see you and maybe a small part of him even wanted to see you realize that you had been wrong. 

… And that he really could be worthy of you. 

But the way your disgusting mouth fired off such condescending and hurtful words the moment you opened the door, not even bothering to look at him as your eyes remained glued to the book -that he was sure contained the most profane content-, he just lost it. 

His patience gave out. 

"Back already?" Steve had a specific knock pattern that familiarized itself to you in the seven months you had been together. "I am surprised you made it back here on those sticks you call legs." Spinning on your heels, you started walking towards the living room, eyes glued on the erotic words of the novel in your hands. 

"It's okay, honey" your tone was full of mock. "I told you it was too good to be true and you didn't have it in you to go through with something like that. If only you had listened to me, you would have saved us a lot of embarrassment but oh well." With a headshake and a sigh, you continued on with digging your grave. "Now that that's over, I am hungry." He had been gone for 2 whole days and the second thing he was getting to hear after your insults was the order to go fix you something to eat. "So- HEY!" 

The novel in your hands was snatched away with such force that your wrists felt sparks ignite in their joints, the noise of paper tearing filling the air as they slipped through your fingers. "WHAT-" you whipped your head to glare at him but his face was nowhere to be found.

Instead, a very broad chest stared back at you as it rose and fell gently. Your eyebrows furrowed as mild panic kicked in. Had you opened the door for someone else? But when your eyes quickly jumped up to the owner of the chest, your vision spun for a split second and heartbeat jumped. 

"St- Steve?!" You sputtered after gaping at the bigger man for who knew how long. The blonde hair and blue eyes were the only things recognizable to you. Everything else, like the anger in the bright orbs, the jaw, the shoulders, the chest and his height was the exact opposite of what you had known before. "What the f-"

"Hey there, Angel." Fuck. You hated the petname. "Were you good for your man while was gone?" His hands that we're much bigger than what you were used to pushed your hair out of your face. "Because by the looks of it…" Even his voice was deeper. Dangling the erotica in front of you two, his eyes scanned over it. "It doesn't look like you were." He had tried to request you time and time again to not read such cheap things that did nothing to improve the mind. 

"Hm?" You could just blink at him and his body dumbly. On what Earth was something like this possible?!

Steve sighed as he tossed the book on the phone table in the living room. "You know what I think, Angel?" Your heart was thundering and cheeks were burning. Shock was the only thing your body could decipher. You didn't know what to feel. Or think. You had thought he was just trying to impress you when he had tried to tell you about the procedure on multiple occasions but you had brushed him off each time. 

A very warm and sense awakening pat was given to your cheek. "Ask me what I think, babygirl" your heart almost froze. Something you had challenged him to call you because you knew he wouldn't due to the filthy context that had been dangling in your hand at the time. 

Steve was a gentleman. So despite the fact that he very obviously adored you in every way possible -the man literally cooked and cleaned for you!- he always pinked and frowned upon your boldness regarding sexual matters and painfully frank nature. Always so loud and shameless with your little girl friends in public settings with your pretty face dirtied with make up and skin-tight revealing dresses. 

Openly flirting with all the men that swooned over you despite already having one. Often times right by your side. 

And then when you were alone, that was another test for him. Knowing his shy nature, you made it a habit to read the vile lines from your novels out loud, always bending more than necessary to pick up things you would drop on purpose, enjoying his blushes and sometimes going so far as to even saying that he wasn't man enough for you. 

Steve had tried confronting you about it once while being afraid of what he was to do if you broke up with him. I pity you. Had been your answer. Because if not for me, you will die alone. Contrary to his expectation that you would finally say something sweet like in those romance novels and stories, you had crushed his heart and trampled on the pieces. 

"W-" you sputtered again dumbly, blinking and gulping while trying to gather your thoughts. "What do you th- think, Steve?" 

"I think it's high time you learnt a lesson in manners and respect, huh?" It had ended up in a fight. When you had told him during a makeout session that you had been a naughty girl to hopefully try and satiate your fantasies. He was still a man after all. One with a pretty decent cock for his size. Steve had flat out refused to hurt you in any way. I don't have it in me to see you cry. 

"Hm?" Your pussy shot back up to life when the back of the same hand that had patted your cheek before tapped against your other cheek now, almost making your head loll to be side. "What do you say, Angel?" The way his fingers pinched your chin to bring your face back to the center before he moved it side to side sent a shiver from your spine to your holes. 

Holy shit. 

Your throat was dry as a dessert. But something else was starting to get wet. "Yes, Steve…" With the way his eyebrows slightly moved you could tell he was as surprised by your response as you were. 

It was out before you had been able to stop yourself. 

Excitement was starting to thrum through the entirety of your body. 

Oh God. 

Were you finally about to experience a fraction of all that you had read? 

Finally something real and not imagination while you fucked yourself? 

"I need to be taught a lesson so bad, Steve" you greedily nudged him despite being pretty fucking scared of his transformed body and whatever hex it had taken them to get him to tower over you like this. 

But you really wanted to see the product. You decided. 

"Damn right you do" a loud gasp left you when you were hurled over his shoulder in the next moment, both ends of your body hanging helplessly from either sides of his shoulders. "Little sluts like you don't deserve the gentleman treatment" Steve sat down on the couch and very effortlessly bent you over his knee. 

You bit your lip as your head spun, hole clenching around nothing as your lover spread your legs. 

"Pathetic girl" he clicked his tongue as he roughly pulled your underwear down, his strength tearing it in the process. The sound of his hand cutting through the air was loud in the silent room before the impact of bare skins reverberating rang in the air. "Always acting like you didn't give a shit but wearing my shirt like a lovesick bitch when I wasn't around." 

What? 

Yes he was a loser but he was your loser. 

Two days was a long time even for your stubborn self. 

While you had refused to accompany him and told him all the harsh things possible, you had been anxious and scared. 

It was your own twisted way to try and keep him unharmed from what you had suspected to be mad scams. 

These two days were the longest you had gone without hearing from him at all. 

"Telling me I wouldn't make it?" The slaps were fucking painful but the vibrations that travelled down to your weeping pussy were worth the heat. "Not being there for me when I needed you the most?" You tried to cry out like the girls in your books. You really did. "The first thing I see when I step out from the machine?" But all that came out were moans of need.

Loud, throaty, aroused and shameless moans. 

"That dumb English whore who thought it was okay to touch what belonged to my Angel" your ears perked up as you whipped your head to peek up at him through your hair that had fallen over your face. Who? "All because you weren't there because you rather stay at home like a little a bratty fucking self-centered know-it-all bitch" Steve seemed to be taking the rage of the encounter out on you. 

You wanted to inquire about the English whore in question but the way your ass was starting to seethe rendered you unable to form any words.  

"But I guess that would have been fine, huh Angel?" Steve spread your legs and wrapped his free arm around your waist to pull you upwards. "Since you always thought it was okay to flirt with all those assholes right in front of me!" A scream exploded in the room when his huge hand boomed against her soaked pussy, the dark red on her ass having both satisfied and bored him by then. 

"STEVE!" You blinked away stars as your hips tried to move, legs flailing pathetically while you hung from his grasp. "PLEASE!" The next slap had you blinking away stars. Fuck. Not that he had ever laid a finger on you in this way before but from the handholding and intimate sessions you could tell he had gotten stronger tenfold. 

"Aw, what's the matter, babygirl?" Steve kept on taunting and spanking your swollen pussy that made the mode embarrassing squelching sounds due to the arousal constantly leaking out of it. "You not woman enough to take it?" You had dug your own grave.  

"Please, Steve!" Tears streamed down your cheeks less from the pain and more from the humiliation of realization of your situation. Confusion. Arousal. 

You, the mighty Y/n, bent over the town wuss Steve Rogers' knee that you had only started to date because you knew he would both worship you and put up with whatever you wanted. 

Helpless and humbled yet wanting. 

Desperate. 

"Please what?" 

"Please…" So many emotions and thoughts were bolting through you. "Please…" Your chest heaved as you sobbed due to how overwhelmed you were. "Please…" Hanging your head low, you found yourself aching for his hand that had stopped it's assault and so your resolve became clear to your hazy mind with each passing second. "... More." 

A feeling of sickness washed over you momentarily as realisation dawned upon you during a moment of clarity when you were left to your thoughts briefly as he undid his pants. 

You were loving this. 

The humiliation of being set straight by Steve Rogers. 

The fear of being at the mercy of this form of his that you barely recognized. 

That feeling that you were not as big as you liked to think of yourself.

The reduction of your being from the daughter of one of the biggest names in town to a mere ragdoll as your man that you used to walk all over bending you against the couch like a common whore instead of taking you to the bed like a respected lover. 

Your fingers clasped around the edges of the couch as a cold sigh shook its way past your lips. 

"You don't deserve the bed" Steve seemed to read your mind as he aligned his tip that had gotten five times thicker against your well lubricated and inviting entrance. "That is for good women who respect and support their men" the hurt in his words was clear as he pushed in to you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the feeling and the acknowledgement of his increased size. Words of his old self rang in your ears. 

Acts of passion and intimacy are sacred to relationships. You had scoffed at him. We must not ruin their sanctity by performing them just anywhere like animals. You had rolled your eyes at him. You are my Queen, Y/n, I know you think it's all 'ridiculous' but I would never disgrace you or disrespect you by violating your dignity in any way. You had pushed at his chest as he had struggled to keep spooning you in his bed. To be touched openly is below you. You deserve to be worshipped in a bed with all the love that I have. In a proper bed. You had taunted him about fucking you against the counter that day. 

Fuck you like he was doing right now. 

"You're not a woman" while you were a heaving mess from the prostate shattering pounding that you were receiving, his breathing stamina seemed to be perfectly fine. "You're a mere girl." His hand wrapped around your hair, coiling the length over his palm before he pulled you back with a jolt. "A disgusting, ill mannered little disrespectful girl that needs a lot of discipline." Your pussy hole tried to retract with each thrust, muscles clenching around his thick cock that was decorated with bulging veins.

"But not to worry," he pulled your head back until your head reached his lips and your neck curved as much as it could. "Her Daddy's finally home and he is determined to set her straight." Your eyes rolled to the back of your head once more as you crashed and succumbed to the heat between your hips that now soared all the way up to your torso, the violent thrusts tossing your breasts up and down. 

A sickening smile made its way on Steve's handsome face as he hit your sensitive bundle of nerves each time he slammed in. "Fucking hell, Angel. You loved that, didn't you?" He could feel the first of his many orgasms for the day starting to claw it's way up. "You twisted fucking filthy whore." 

"Yes, Steve!" You sobbed as post orgasm sensitivity washed over you, body shaking violently due to the influx of emotions. "Yes! I am a filthy Angel whore!" A pained moan escaped you when you clenched around his cock in response to the overstimulation. 

He wasn't allowed you fuck you after you orgasmed as you hated overstimulation. It was his fault if he couldn't go before you. No matter how close he was, once you had cum he always pulled out and relieved himself by hand. 

But now…

Oh, you loved the loss of power. 

You couldn't even lie. 

"For the whole town that you love to flirt with?" Steve's voice was low but rough as he fucked your now even tighter and wetter pussy to orgasm. "Didn't catch that, Angel" a harsh spank cut your mindless blabber short and you obediently spoke through the bubbles forming in your mouth. 

"No! No! Only for you! Steve! I swear!"

"Better fucking be" he was on the edge. "Come fucking here" the man grunted as he harshly pushed you up against his chest by grabbing a handful of one of your boobs, pushing his body against yours to knock you both down on the couch. "Who owns you?" Fuck. He really was a different man. "Who is fucking you?" You sobbed as he bent you over the backrest over the couch, his chest draped over your back as he pressed harsh kisses and bites to your cheeks and jaw. "And you better fucking use your words or I'll fuck your mouth so hard that you'll really become fucking dumb." The threat made you realize that you were nearing another orgasm. 

"Steve Rogers!" You were full on crying at this point as you felt his hot seed coat your insides while he battered you raw. "Steve Rogers is fucking me! And he owns me!" When his fingers pinched your nipple roughly you couldn't help but clench again and add. "He is the only one who owns me!" A scream left you as you hit another orgasm out of humiliating overstimulation, shuddering as Steve fucked his high off while basically chewing on the skin of your jaw. 

You panted and collapsed against the couch, completely submitted to his mercy as you shook, blinking away the stars in your vision as the vertigo of your ears slowly dissipated notch by notch. 

Steve took his sweet time slowing down and then staying inside you while he admired his handy work on your ass cheeks and between them. Your crack was full of both your juices. 

A loud whine trembled out of you when he finally pulled out with a plop, the sudden loss of warmth upsetting your cavern despite the hypersensitivity.

"Up" Steve harshly smacked your sore ass as he got up to his feet and tucked his cock inside his pants. "Go and fix me a meal." When you dumbly turned your head to look at him in disbelief, he raised an eyebrow and the dangerousness in the expression had you jumping to your feet that you could barely feel. "Tsk, such a useless girl. Can't even have a proper lunch ready for her man for when he gets back from work" he relentlessly degraded you as you struggled to stand and he did his pants. 

"S- Sorry, Steve…" Yet you could only sputter out a submissive apology. "J- Just…" You went to hurriedly limp away, pleasing him the only priority in your clouded mind. 

Your hair was caught on something before your legs almost pulled away from under you from the force. "Where's my kiss?" Steve finally said one thing common with his old self after pulling you back to face him by the hold he had on your head. 

A shudder trickled down to your pussy as you whimpered. "S- Sorry, Daddy" before you pressed your lips to his. 

Fuck. 

You were scared.

There was so much to find out and get used to. 

But you couldn't have lied if you tried.

It excited you. 

[shadow-lag]

Oh boy,, welp. Time for another long post of rambles. This time I'm watching the '03 tmnt B)

I'm on episode 4 and while I wasn't gonna do another one of these I've already had to put my phone down and walk around my room so here we are.

Fair warning: this will ofc contain spoilers. Everything I say will be random with limited context. (I dont expect anyone to even find this so-) And I'm a massive dork B) let's do this

I remember literally 80 seconds in I couldn't take a damn thing seriously- this is gonna be veryyy fun to watch

I can now see so many references rise (18) made and I'm going insane /pos New iterations make references to its past media! Who knew!

I think April is missing a rib or two /hj girl is absolutely snatched. I love her pants, I want those irl. (Classic big pants little shirt combo (why am I so gay))

Oh look! The boys are bonding over their anger issues! Why are they even fighting rn o(-( rise Casey is so small. Why is this Casey jacked- "for a little green dude, you are totally nuts" WHY IS HE SO SHORT YOURE RIGHT. he tough but smol. Lmfao. "Well isn't this romantic" HELLO??!??? guess I wasn't the only one getting enemies to lovers vibes over here, but you didn't need to point it out- damn. (Am I getting baited? In the ripe time of 2003?) Should Mikey have a personality outside of just being the funny guy? Yes. Do I appreciate all the jokes still? Yes. Yayy validate his cool new kick (I hate how Leo and Raph always beef. I need more happy brotherly bonding)

For brothers who aren't meant to be on the surface, they sure do make quick besties with the "surface dwellers" (as splinter would call them lol). Man any hope we had is gone fellas. The hets are here /lh? Casey within seconds has flustered April. This a lost cause smh. Casey you are on thin ice,, And in today's new. Local alley man parents a robot built in front of his very eyes (for money ofc). Mans is getting real emotional over this robot son rn. Wow this episode is actually pretty telling about parenting if you look at it too long. Yeah! Tell it to him straight April! Misogynistic characters don't belong in our silly little shows /srs

Bro just compacted his bike. Interesting to see them all have different sets of wheels and not just skate boards. Would have been cool to see that return. Or at least the roller blades (yes I'm 100% biased) I'm sorry if I've terribly read that. But did he just call the big blonde dude "hun"? What? (/neu) HE FLIES!! jet pack is much cooler but this is fun. WHY ARE THEY TAKING A BODY SHAPED THING FROM THE WATER? WJAT IS THAT. Is that a krang husk? The krang is in 03 isn't it? (Unfortunately (I hate the krang)) OH NO THATS DEFINITELY THE KRANG NOOO

Why IS Raph and Casey so buddy-buddy. I just feel like raph isn't the type to open up to someone so quickly o(-( Oh boy the foot is advertising turtle skewers all over the city. I don't think they're all too fond of raph little friend lmao. Casey why are you so ignorant- God yeah they reallyyy don't like casey rn lmfao BRO THEY STOLE RAPH AND THE DRAGONS ARE GONNA BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF CASEY? DUDE that's a little fucked up ngl. Ah I see. Smart moves case now go save your boyfriend. "This is some nice steel. How about telling me who gave them to you?" "Your mama" DAMN!! FOR REAL? WOW (I didn't think that clip was real ngl-) ah yes ofc he escaped he had plot armor my bad. Oh they're gonna drop Casey in the infinite water swirl. YOOO let's go Mikey!! Yippee the day is saved once more! Lmfao they really don't like when casey visits. I'm confused. I know this other ninja guy is most probably the shredder but who is his enemy is this? Does he work with the krang or like?? Maybe just a case of them connecting the wrong dots ig. Now who the fuck are the three monotone council members o(-(

Ooh boy fallen angel. Quite the title. Geez what did Casey get into now- hm I feel like fleeing the city would solve several problems but is a completely overlooked solution /hj man they look so goofy is normal clothes. Skivvies? What is that supposed to mean Raphael 🧐 I'm starting to think big guy isn't even human- nahh I think a wee bit of murder here would in fact be justified.

Ah yes vehicular manslaughter for this episode /j omg they've befriended the homeless and they are so sweet what the heck :(((( I'm crying /pos (no bc this is actually how it'd play out realistically. Outcasts stick together and I'm just- it says so much about our society but it's just a silly turtle show:( no wonder it attracted so many queer/trans folk with rise) don't you laugh at that sweet old man>:( help him get his friends back. Just got a very blunt lesson on capitalism. Based. Oh shit and now we are getting into slave labor. Uh- this episode is really touching up on reality huh. Oh god who the hell is this ugly dude gross. Please make him stop talking. What a veil thing. Yes good fall to your doom. NO WHY SAVE HIM? HES A HORRIBLE PERSON

Wait do they actually have tails? Mikey don't lie to me like this o(-( I wish with the design overhauls in rise they would have gotten tails. I know like it's easier to not animate them though so. I guess I can't complain too much. Oh the swords are important you say? Bad choice to say that out loud you're definitely going to lose them now. For plot ofc. And character development. NO YOU IDIOT DONT GO ANYWHERE ALONE. someone wack him with some rolled up newspaper and tell him you're proud of him please. Not funny-haha, funny weird. -Mikey, probably. I need tone tags on this guy /hj. Is he pulling my leg rn? What are you going against? No way he's not the shredder with the foot clan. Dude is definitely lying. Leo needs to leave. No don't accept the sword. No way it's real. Sincerity my ass o(-( dude. Council? Of krang right? God this show- so I'm assuming the krang and the foot doesn't like each other then? At least it's not mutual at least. Oh geez leo throw your brother off the building why don't you- Okay yes he is the shredder then. Ninja rat moment! Gotta throw in the tragic backstory. Bro got straight electrocuted to death /hsrs. Dang. Poor rat man. Wow Leo really did get played. L. Oooo fight scene in the storm! Come on give this big doofus another scar. God these council people are weird. Oop- here comes the shredder.

Oh okay so Hun is that dudes real name- I'm just dumb-

[a break in the rambles. Notes? Idk. This is gonna be extremely long huh- barely even through the first season and it's already an essay. Maybe I should tone it down a bit. I mean surely tumblr has a character limit]

"Whats the one thing I told them not to do? Face the shredder. Surely that's what they're doing then" (paraphrased) ofc. Like most rebellious children lmao. (My siblings for example lmao) welp they just broke into someone's apartment- lmao that poor kid. Raph is going to kill Mikey for that one if the foot doesn't first lmfao. Noo you can't leave the old (rat) man to figure out technology come on donnie. Bro is that the sword light saber thing from the mando? Wait so are they allies with the potentially the krang guys now? Master splinter had the look tm. Hmmmm I feel like the shredder will somehow survive that. Yep. He'll be back. L.

Bro there's super heros in this too- they'd accept super heros but not our favorite turtle bros? Not very cool new york. Don't make fun of his art :( damn poor mikey. Yes! April support!! Oh no who's this guy. THE MAGIC SCHOOL BUS? Oh. Super hero. Lmao in their faces.

"Meep"

There is literally so much lore in this series holy cow

I saw something something "kirby" on screen and damn near exploded. They are nothing alike at all. But man does my brain like to play me like a fool. Man this series was written by a bunch of crystal girls (/neu) oh my god donnie took kirby (the tmnt version) to dreamland /j holy shit kirby fucking died (please know my main coping mechanism is humor) (it's actually kinda sweet to think he's in a land of his imagination!)

[Okay this is so much longer than what my rise one was already omg- I should just close tumblr and give it a rest lmao. Honestly if Casey and Raph first interactions didn't seem so enemies to lovers this would have never happen /hj]

"Of the four of us leo is the one turtle you never have to worry about" *cut to leo fighting like 20 dudes by himself in the rain* Whats with Leo and getting thrown off buildings??

No it's not a great loss they're not dead just like walk through the fire and save them or something o(-( m a n

Wow calling the next one tales of Leo makes it sounds like he's actually dead damn- omg we get turtle tots in this one too this is amazing. The sillies<3 Raph. Buddy. Goofball. ITS OKAY TO SHOW EMOTION (that isn't just anger) COME ON

I was gonna say we need more light hearted goofy episodes like monster hunter but was completely cut off from, and I quote, "Someone once said, "The only difference between men and boys is there size of their toys." " and I am literally jaw dropped to the floor bc I did not take that line well- I am fighting demons rn (trying not to laugh in the middle of the night) I am so thrown off by that line-

Bro why did Leo call Baxter Stockmen a fruitcake💀 I'm sorry- did he just cut shredders head clean off??😭 sorry shredder but there's absolutely no coming back from that one lmao. EXCUSE ME?? well damn I guess there IS coming back from that one. So, not human?

If it weren't for like ninja honor and morals and all that Raph would 100% have these goons dead. Raph goes blind (real) Raph making friends with literally every "hothead" he meets in alley ways (part 2)

Oh these guys are absolutely wack job krang. EWWW NO THEY ARE KRANG D: oh man the boys are in trouble now. Just like give them their dad back and we can allll go home. Why is splinter in the orange juice. They really have no reason to fight. Like. Listen, crazy idea now. Just communicate. OMG THEYRE FUCKING GONE. THEY'VE BEEN DISINTEGRATED.

Okay wowza that's only season 1. 6 more seasons to go- this is going to be one wild ride huh. This show really knows how to keep ya on your feet. All this is doing though is making me wish we got more Rise o(-( how come this wack iterations (/pos) got so many episodes, but rottmnt barely got 2 seasons and a movie?

Starting season 2 same day ofc. I have to binge this show as quickly as humanly possible /hj perhaps I'll try to write less, maybe I'll write even more who knows. Eventually I'm sure I'll hit some sort of limit. This singular post is about to be more words than any fanfic I've ever wrote lmao.

Bros just got reconstructed in space. Mmm the star wars tmnt crossover all us nerds wanted. The guys are always getting into so much trouble 😭 I like how Mikey is more worried about how the colors of the dress clash with his bandana more than the fact its a dress. Based and real. Oh god the blue dude is hitting on Mikey o(-( yeah yeah kick his ass! Oh noo don't get caught. :0 It's chewy but blue! Girlboss Mikey!! Girlboss Mikey!! "You go girl!" Bro I'm dead lmfao. Finally they all have,, GUNS

"The big house" oh man they're going to jail. Oh wow yeah they're in jail. And now they are going to bust out of jail. Wonderful. Damn it Raph. Well dang guess spoons are a weapon. Welp off to the games they go then. Oh boy they've taken a hostage of a dictator. THE ROBOT IS GOING TO KILL HIMSELF?? Okay no he doesn't die (yet?. Hopefully not) Wow they all have horrible aim. It is truly bizarre all the shit the turtle bros get themselves into to. (How many times am I gonna have to say that before I can have a silly goofy episode o(-( ) Also can I say those tube things they have in their mouth for oxygen make no sense- like I can understand how that would actually work properly- I can only imagine it was just the easiest solution (to draw) They look so silly in the space suits /pos. Just makes me wish they would have been given tails in the rise redesign hauls </3 Oop the krang is bringing them back it seems. HOW MANY PARTS ARE IN THIS ONE?? ITS LIKE A WHOLE MOVIE AT THIS POINT LOL. Okay well it's to be continued, but this one is a different part 1, 2, ect. Oooo and now the new yorkers are suspicious. SPLINTS!! HES BACK!! YIPPEE. Ooo wait what they're buddies? Utroms. So um. Not krang? But like. Sorta similar? Do the krang and utroms have like a civil war or something I'm so confused o(-( Oh. My. God. Baxter is a fucking spider. I agree with Mikey I would not go in the pod. Okay okay. So this criminal utrom is gonna be the krang then, right? OMG THE SHREDDER IS THE EVIL UTROM DUDE. BRO. NOW IT ALL MAKES SENSE. BAXTER YOU MOTHER FUCKER. WHY CANT YOU JUST DIE ALREADY. I genuinely can but believe there's 7 seasons. Like. What on earth (or within the rest of the universe for that matter-) could they possible get into after this?? The shredder is literally a roach, how does he keep coming back o(-( at least stockmen is free from his control? Even know he has like just a head left- YIPPEE!! THE BOYS ARE GOING HOME!!

Splinter I have like 27 IQ what's with all the riddles. It's so odd seeing them without their bandana on lol. Raph you don't have to be a jerk all the time smh smh. Leo just happens to be better than all of you half of the time. No big deal- (kinda feel bad for raph and mikey. Mikey mostly. It feels like they don't have anything special:( I mean hell donnie is extremely smart, he's probably the most special. But leo has that edge in combat) Yep family B) *distant punches and screaming*

Oh boy quite the intro. Leo just dies. Right off the bat. /j what. Why does he seek leo o(-( icecream!! Raph seems to like mint chocolate chip! Win! Oh right this guy. Wonder what his deal is- DITTO!! Huh- this is so dumb >:( agreed very over dramatic. Also didn't shredder kinda like,, defeat himself. It was his bomb thing after all. Omg did this dude just portal away in his cape. Metaknight?? Is that you?? /s literally stole mks moves smh. Haha take the L random ninja dude. Now he's the real greatest warrior in the galaxy. Wow this episode is so random lmao I love it. Can the time be right like now- I'm so confused o(-(

The little intro things are so silly. They're like interviews at the beginning. No Casey it's not a date or anything at all nooooo. (I wish it wasn't a date smh get your romance out of my goofy ninja turtles show) dude I kinda feel bad for this robot kid thing. If only the nanobots ended up in better hands. LMAO "and when will you have her home young man?" AS IF YOU ALL ARENT FRIENDS IM CRACKLING. Thank you donnie finally someone wants to help it. NO NO KISSING>:( GO BACK TO BEING SILLY AND GOOFY

Yes you are absolutely always getting into wack ass situation Mikey great observation. Finally someone said it. Noo Mikey is about to be eaten by a giant gator- bros just trying to live and they're messing with him lmao. HUH? Are those like magic glasses o(-( oh no he just talks normally. Just a normal everyday fellow mutant. Swear to God if he's working on a new body suit for shredder- who *somehow* is still alive. SEE RISE RAPH COULD HAVE BEEN SO MUCH COOLER WITH A BIG TAIL. YO cool he's a mutant dude too. Wait was he there when the building exploded and all that? Yes. You the one it just scanned fight it first. YEAH GATOR GUY KICK HIS ASS!! Bro,, :( thats so sad what the hell.

This show was absolutely written by a bunch of crystal girls. (/neu (I have a bunch of crystals myself lol)) These guys are insane. Where do they get the funds for all this stuff anyways- damn right you're proud of him. Dude is insane intelligent-

Ooo starting this one with a song huh. The foot? And the wacky tie guy? Oh shit right it's the gang wars episode isn't it- TURF WAR (my brain is impeccably small) [splatoon reference]

Ya know I wonder if these sorts of shows have like idk psychological affects on kids? Like do they leave any sort of impression on them? Are kids who watch these "crime fighting or hero" shows more likely to be "good-do'ers" and have better morals bc they are given an example of the hero and see how the bad guys always lose, have bad endings, and inflict so much pain (and property damage lol). Are these kids more likely to take up jobs like police officers? What even makes a person want to be a cop anyways lol. Idk. Food for thought I guess. All coherent thoughts must go to the mega-post after all.

BAXTER? IS BACK?? AGAIN??? I shouldn't even be surprised anymore.

Honking

Have I mentioned how much I envy their voices sometimes. Bc damn o(-( it's just occasional lines. Here and there. Lmao transmasc things ig.

Bro. Raph. Leo. Stop fighting you dingdongs. Ofc Hun is back. BROS GOING TO BLOW. Karai? Haven't I heard that name before. YOU CANT JUST COME IN HERE AND KILL OFF LEO LIKE THAT LADY. genuinely how do they make this last 7 whole seasons lol

Why are those two dudes like super yellow- I can only imagine this is sorta racist..

I'm sorry is that the shredder?? Broooo. Oh- yeah yeah that makes sense. That's what I was thinking lmao. This is just- dude o(-( would have been cooler if the plan worked. RAPH!! SPLINTER!!!!! God damn it he is actually back. Where is your honor!?

I'm so sorry, Baxter? Uhh that's a bit too far now. Please just kill him off. This is getting ridiculous 💀

Woah the plot twists in this one is crazy fr ZOG NO!! he killed a man in cold blood,, the turtles would have been toast without you Zog. Rip <//3

Uhh I think I skipped one but WOAH TINY ROBOTS ROBBING THE COMIC STORE! They've got the tiny guy. Ofc Don is tracking the old men lmao. Plot twist, the two super heros had,,,, SEX. Win day for Mikey tho let's goooooo.

THE BATTLE NEXUS USED TO BE HONORABLE? Wow splinter is even more of a nut than the boys. BUNNY BOY??? REAL?? I remember absolutely nothing anyone told me about usagi? (I forgor his name) aww splints:( the boys are all grown up. Uh oh. Traximus sounds so close to Draximus which is my dogs name lmao. BUNNY BOY-O IS BACK OMG. omg he's so dumb looking lol. Ooo toffas! The shredder?? Well his helmet anyways. So uh. When do they kiss? (Joke) wait what if splinter and like leo both make it to the very top? Do they just fight each other? Aww donnie:( poor dude he will never live this down lmao. Woah the ninja dude is just as bad as the shredder. L. This guy is so lame. Kill him off! LMAO ofc. Quite the match ups. Mikey sorry you're out lol. Aw splinter you're so cool. Okay that makes more sense tbh- dude is about to get clapped by his son. (Uh killed that is) Oh? Kinda surprised Raph won that. Okay. Ohhh noo. I am so normal about this show (lie) Okay I'm not quite down with this one but I don't see how the ship stands as of now- unless the fandom is literally just clinging on anything we can get lol [boy this is making me what to do a video essay just rambling about this show. Just overall. And some of its themes and topics it discusses. I have my gripes, but I'm overjoyed to watch it still] anywaysss. Uh oh leo! Donnie to the rescue! (Wrong target tho don!) You stupid red haired jerk. Welp big powerful dude is dead. Oop. Wait until raph and mikey finds out what happened. YOU SCUM DONT FRAME THE RAT >:( Usagi the doctor bunny! Mikey! Stop running your mouth! Eep! You red haired mf>:((( stop>:(( ofccc it's the dragon. Uh oh. Uh oh. They don't even get to see what happened to Leo. Lmfao now it's raph and mikey that's hilarious. Oh my God mikey being annoying is a genuine strategy lmfao. This is hilarious. Crackling rn. Raph that's absolutely stupid?! Let's go!!! (Love this trax guy) uh hating this stupid shadow creatures tho. Yippee! Donnie and Usagi saving the day! I can certainly see why everyone loves Usagi. He's such a little critter /pos /aff. Brave Usagi!! Yippee!! NO DONT SKEWER THE RABBIT. Oooo leo! Mikey for the win!! It would absolutely be the most funny outcome. Yeah good! The staff should fight back! Too bad it didn't fight back hard enough. Oh boy a dimensional rift huh? Is kirby coming to eat a car? (Sorry) ((lie)) bye bye red losers! Fall to your own evil plans. WOOOOOOO LETS GO MIKEY!! That's it with Usagi? A bit surprised. The sillies<3 once again mikey is technically the most powerful lol. No- not the dinos coming to invade earth- God that was a long one. See ya in the next!

Hm perhaps it is in fact the end of the world. Donnie D: looks like we're going back to space boys

Raise the stacks? Who is this guy? Wait I thought the justice league knock offs were all old and stuff. This show is so confusing o(-( oh boy they're bringing out the nukes. Oh- do they actually survive nukes? Yes ofc they do. I agree with Mikey. Hand over my happy ending. Damn poor donnie- BRO JUST NINJA-ED HIS WAY OUT OF THAT?? Wow this is going to kill the economy fr. Come on donnie your brothers can totally kick ass (plus they're like not even on earth rn-) oh god they're gonna get shot. Yippee!! Another rebellion dude! Double ship theft. Poor mikey. He just wants credit for all their hard work lol. Did he- did he just come back to earth?- this little bot is a funny guy. Uh oh I think that's the other space nerds isn't is? The,, government? Makes sense. Raphy is such a cute nickname. It's hilarious how he's the one with that kind of nickname since he's the 'hothead' ughhh the American government is here. Leave the space stuff to the mutants please. Oh they're just goons o(-( Uh nvm government? No it is the military? I'm so confused. Why do they have laser guns. Yeah Don that's what I'm saying. Heyyy splints time to go. Yes take them with you and go. Now we fight the US military. WHO IS THIS FREAKY GUY???? ew stop. Bishop. Yeah. More like bitch hop out of here right now. Stop speaking like that. I hate this show. Where is the justice. Well hopefully honeycutt actually like wiped his memory or whatever. This is why you can't trust the government kids. No leatherhead D: stuck in a drawer.. gross. Holy shit I hate this bishop guy. Yall better hurry before they look their DNA and shit (and their lives-) GO SPLINTER JUST LIKE KILL SOMEONE FOR ONCE. (sure it goes against the ninja honor whatever but this guy deserves it!!) HE IS ONE SCUM BAG MAN WHY THE HELL IS HE WINNING??????? Hate this. Someone give raph a gun and permission to kill. Oh boy he IS the system. Rare good side win. Still hate bishop an insane amount. Let's keep in mind these guys are like what 16? The trauma is off the charts o(-( another honorable hero lost o7. This show is so wacky and weird. At least they won? I mean obviously some things are foreshadowed but things are still so unpredictable- I wonder what trouble the boys will get into next. I mean bitch bishop will be back, so will the shredder and the foot. And I guess baxter is to some degree alive??

Oh god who's this guy. A true ultimate power bump? I suppose? Raph this is why we don't cheat in racing. He's a good guy you goons o(-( yay! Old lady to the rescue! Finally a cat that likes Raph. Rise!raph wishes. Um? The train can't really get them right? Plot armor and ninja quickness and all- If anything happens to this old lady I'm coming after everyone myself. Ah yes thinking. A brave new world for mikey. Awww he gave the money to the old lady:D yippee!! Literally the best part of the whole show calling it now. Finding out one of them isn't dead? Cool. Helping this wonderful old lady? Absolutely awesome! I hope raph gets another tea party with her honestly-

And this episode, trauma response, nightmares! Poor LH:( oo the evil turtles are scary. Oh no. Mikey is out- aw:( dudes got landmines fr. I love how they look after each other and joke around <3 the sillies <3 okay back to the saddness- what the fuck why is everyone in this place absolutely wackjobs with no heart and morals??? o(-( YAY!! Can't handle another sacrifice. :) family

Oh boy this one is titled hate. Can only wonder what this is about. They always get into the wackiest situations- lmao never alone april and casey. Bro I thought that was Casey and he got shot- damn- lmfao bro got pants. LMAO I have a solution hate crimers to kick the aliens out of New York we are gonna,,,BLOW UP THE ENTIREY OF NEW YORK. Quite the plan. Uh oh mommy's home casey. Aw Ma likes April. Lmao she found about splinter and the turtles too that's amazing. Ma is another character we must protect at all costs.

BATMAN? nobody?? Huh. Mikey be like mom said it's my turn with the video games >:( lmao. Dudes covered in true black paint lmao. Wow they touch and go guys are back. L. Broooo why are there so many villains in New York. What does the rest of the world do? Do they have villains? Who fights there weird crimes? Villains across the globe be like. Ya know what'd be cool? If we went to new york permanently. Hell yeah he's a someone now. I think Hun is gonna be fired lmao. I think a certain group of everyone's favorite green boys accidently pulled an all nighter lmao.

Uh guys maybe you shouldn't leave casey out at night. MORE TURTLE TOTS!! omg they're so cute. Young casey? Why doesn't anyone remember this? They're so silly. Lmfao they are horrible liars. They're so adorable. They're so goofy omg. This is so silly that's why casey scream goongala or whatever all the time- lmfao theyre all confusing him. It seems like leo and donnie were the first to take any sort of training to heart. They are all still horrible liars tho lmao. Busted~ oh well I guess casey was just sorta a natural in street fighting-

Ooo Christmas episode? Please tell me mikey gets to keep the cat pleaseeee (I'm sure he'll like give em to the kids or something but man it would have been nice) how does clunk say in his coat through all that- oo raph? I didn't think he was the type to be into interfering with people's romantic relationships (trying to make casey and april kiss with mistletoe lmao) I guess it makes sense. Cj and him are the closest. USAGI!!!! what did he say o(-( aww they got swords for each other lmao. I wonder if he will actually use it. Lmao L casey. I too love cookies. Aw:( where's mikey? Just in hot pursuit with the cops no big deal. He's literally causing more harm than good o(-( lmao beautiful. PLEASE LET HIM KEEP THE CAT. Aww. rat santa. Wait does this mean he keeps the cat?????:D

Did she just break his neck- dude stop fighting each other lmao. I wonder who keeps calling donnie? This is the second time now. Dang did they actually train the foot clan this round? Bro:/ stop hitting on the foot lady. B o o m. Karai? Good. That's right. Eventually she'll be on the good side. Confused,, always.

Excuse me. Did master splinter just fucking die as the intro o(-( THE CAT IS HERE!! uh oh. What. Why does Don just know Italian lol. Welp time to fight the dead. Okay so this isn't real. I wonder what this all means? What they fear most? IVE SEEN THIS CLIP WITH RAPH AS SHREDDER BEFORE? HUH? WHAT DOES THIS MEAN. IM SO CONFUSED HELP. Hmm so Leo's is about not like being independent enough? A good enough leader to not need help. A good enough ninja to not get his own father killed for coming to his aid. He fears being a disappointment and a failure. Oh o(-( Uh. Donnies? Maybe afraid of losing those he's meant to protect ig? Having people not listen to his own orders and paying the price.? I'm not really sure on that one. It's a bit confusing and probably could be interpreted more than the others. Mikeys seems tied back to that one deal leo almost made with the shredder. But also a fear with losing his brothers in whole. Raph is clearly afraid of hurting those he loves whether it's directly or indirectly. Probably due to his consistent rash course of action. Those are just my quick theories though! I did drop out of psychology after all lol. What happened to the staff? Ah there it is. What would leo even do with all kinds of power anyways lol. Oh my that must be spooky to watch- oh. Welllll guess it's not dead:/

Oop new guy is finally killing off baxter. Ohh the calls were from her. Damn he doesn't get squashed. Or the calls are from honeycutt. I'm not paying attention enough lmao. Omg they've been shoved into a crate haven't they? Rude. Can't just drop them like that. Let's go professor!! Welp wrong direction oh well at least it's not in the air. Kinda feel bad for karai.

Wow that's a lot of lore. Just out of basically no where lmao. Woah these filler episodes are getting out of hand- bizarre.

Okay. And I thought last episode was crazy. Dude just tried to attack time. Okay,, so that all happened. Wack. How do you think they tell these to splinter? Do..they even tell him? Is it worth trying to explain-

Bro can't bishop just die please. Poor raph is bike is gone. Surely baxter doesn't make it out of this one.

Bro donnie just appeared- oh wow. He's back. They are back? Ohh wait so they do actually tell splinter of all the shenanigans they get into lol. Or some of them at least. Omg so I guess that one time when donnie said during the second nanobots episode that if splinter were evil they would also likely be evil. I guess he was wrong. At least in this universe. The turtles are always the good guys. Omg that's absolutely hilarious mikey really knows how to leave his mark huh?

Good morning all beings and forms huh? I think that one. Wayy better than ladies and gentlemen.

Okay I was gonna comment on raphs more (speaking of the other two, I wonder what these mean? The others so far seemed less harmless than this one, if anything they were enjoyable (sure mikey had to save the world but he loves superheros so) I can only assume donnie will be saving this world, or trying to anyways, or teach someone(s) a valuable lesson (like raph did) I'm just confused as to what part of this could be possibly enjoyable for donnie. I've actually heard a good overview of this episode. Guess I'll actually have to watch the full thing before I come back huh lol. Oop- it's crazy to think in a similar reality they would split up. You would think leo would stay, but it makes senses it's actually mikey. Oh- hes dead. Holy moly they've merged. It kinda makes sense after all that hun and baxter would form a (probably forced) alliance and join the rebellion. Oh. Nvm. They still hate each other lol. Damn donnie better watch his back now- oh my they look worst for wear too. Oop straight to the room it seems. Damn he's huge. Finally! April has a gun! Oh- guess hun is a goner- Mikey? MIKEYYY. AIM FOR THE HEAD DAMN IT. How does leo fight so well blind? Oh damb there goes leo- holy shit this uh doesn't end well does it. Uh? Are they not really dead then? Um. Yay! They did it? Guess he saved this world. Woah. Quite the episode. I wonder why his was so,, bad? He too saved people and taught a lesson. It'll be interesting to see Leo's now.

So leo goes to usagi land it seems (idk where that dudes from sorry-) oh wait so we don't see Leo's part in that one? Just usagi somehow contacting leo and taking him to the battle nexus area. Okay still going with this plot line. Very confused. Oh- what-? Is this for real? o(-( it's so funny to think so one realizes they're ya know green and such when they have clothes on. Uh oh- this isn't good. Why even is Usagi so like loyal to Leo? Maybe it is just some honor thing and this is how a friendship would work. I mean Raph has Casey. Oh dang so he gets all of them at once. Crazy. I guess he would have the most focus. Dang poor donnie- looks like they're a but more powerful than what they thought. Oop- quite the few episodes.

Icky sound I hate it. When can bishop just like idkkk pass away maybe? Please? Hate this guy. Wow he really does get around for an earthling. Uh maybe that's where he got the tech. Evolution? That thing is half robot. Aw he pushed mikey out of the way:( oh god he's ugly. Ew he just disappeared. Let's go honeycutt! Well there is 4 more seasons I'd say they do something right you freaky jerk. Dang conceded much? Can it truly be over with bishop. I really hate this dude. Oh- wish came true? Guess they really hung this guys career to dry then. I'm surely not complaining. Damn. I never win smh.

Oh? Interesting. Ooo he actually got a shot in? Wait isn't donnie and LH in the tunnels?? Oh dang. Brawling moment. How the hell is this bishop dude so good at combat. Huh? He didn't know? I would have thought he knew. Dumb blob. Looks like the end for you. Damn you karai stop being a dumbass. Oh shit donnie. Jump jump jump! Let's not forget this is only the half way point of all this-

Welp to space we go then. Oh god he's got an even uglier body. Does splinter like make it to the finale of all this? WHAT HELLO EXCUSE ME HUH DID THAT REALLY JUST HAPPEN IS LEO OKAY HE MAKES IT RIGHT SURELY THIS IS LIKE TOTALLY FINE RIGHT. Oh man. I am just. I'm gonna need to pace around the room. Wow Karai finally using your brain here. Leo? Man:( honor to the end huh. I just want to know how they actually survive all this. Bc if they do surely the shredder does too. YES UTROM!! THANK YOU. Too bad bishop didn't magically end up on the ship. Wish he would die too lol. Wow this dude has caused so much harm. Finally. Dude is gone. Too bad Karai. You could have stopped this yourself. Woah this is great. Rare turtles win:) really should have just totally killed that evil blob tho. Would have been easier and for the better- lol they're gonna need a new intro now.

Well shit they can just never catch a damn break- oh sweet yeah new intro. I guess shredder is really gone then? Who is this weirdo. Ofc wack job has a gun. Oh my God they've put Raph in the closet. Lmfao. That's perfect. Uh oh mikey. Hard to fight with no legs. Finally some good luck lol. Hell yeah you are all that and a bag of chips mikey B) lmfao. I need to see donnie with more winning one liners. Nightie night dragon boy bam! (I don't mention enough how much I love 03 donnie. Hes just a funky lil guy.) Lmfao the little doodle. I haven't been keeping proper track of my favorite episodes but I'd say this is one of them. S4E1. Let's go ninja April!! Raph you're such a butthead lmao. Aw that's cool. What would they do with a bunch of money anyways?

There's no such thing as boring around here mike. Omg I just noticed. Usagi is in Leo's little intro thing. Perhaps I can see where the fandom is coming from with these two. Damn. Leo:( omg casey you dork. Uh oh- can't even watch the stars around here smh smh. Woah raph stopping leo from hitting something? The universe has shifted lmao. Why so many flowers o(-( (does he stink? Eh probably) Dude just got picked up like bird food. Amazing burnt pancakes. The sub plot love story is really coming together. Dude mikeys legs will never heal at this rate- oop into the bubble you go weird crazy blue lady. What? Interesting gift ig? But a gift nonetheless?

Man leo:( always so hard on yourself. He's definitely got that leader syndrome. Uh fish lady? Oh more of those ancient people. "Where we could spawn" excuse me- how do they stay under water that long. Leo's shell :( I didn't notice the slice until now. Oh god I didn't know those things were called "dikes" it sounded like donnie was calling me a slur 😭 "Um, just a little guy in-" nope cut. Stop right there. You are in fact just a little guy. End of sentence /aff yeah idiot. The turtles are good do-ers! Lil fish people live!

Hm?. Leo going out without the bros. But bringing casey? This is a bit confusing. I agree with case he's definitely be eating out of raphs bowl a little too much. No one thinking for you blue one. What has gotten into him anyways:/ Leo's lost his mind. Was that the sound of bones breaking? I'm sorry has he actually gone nuts? Oh boy whats in the ice crate. Agreed what on (totally not) earth? Oh creepy demon thing. Why does the military have that beast anyways- damn I'd just leave if I were Leo. Looks like they've got their hands full anyway. Ew- oh. He's in two pieces. Leo actually goes insane (real) oh. That thing is a test subject ain't it. Oh god that's nasty. What is this show rated- they don't show much blood violence but uh body gore is in the table- do you think Leo's shell ever heals all the way? Ouch- Bishop you whore. Well damn looks like everyone knows the boys are back in town. Aw:( that's so sad dude. Everytime I see bishop I hate him even more.

Is that the clone thing guy? That the turtles took out? Yeah I'd say so. Mikey is so goofy /pos. That's a lot of rats- oh no mike- this ain't good. It's the damn rat king. How does this guy control the dang rats anyways o(-( the boys are going home with a million and a half diseases tonight- that whole building is going down. Leo stop trying to take things by yourself it's not going to redeem yourself. I agree with raph. Something has definitely gotten into leo. Oh my God that's so many rats. Gone to the rats. The like one million rats. Why didn't the rats eat him. I'm so confused. What does he even have to do with rats??

Oh boy mikeys gotta do a rematch. Huh? Are they training or actually fighting leo?? Oh okay training. Lmfao mikey. Aw even all the shit he talks about mikey he's still the first to jump in and save him. Sore loser much? LMFAO poor mikey. Okay so like really what's with leo. Doesn't he technically still have a match in the battle nexus? Sureee "play". Dude might actually kill mikey. Nope I think he is in fact talking about himself. Mikey o(-( you have to be serious. Damn- very VERY sore losers. Dude is speaking in key board smashes. Holy moly what a jerk. Mikey is going to have rights to gloat after this one. (So will leo honestly) LETS!! GO!! MIKEY!! Lmfaooo yeah they are never hearing the end of this. This is hilarious.

What just happened to splinter? What's with the water o(-( OH NO KLUNK! You are not about to tell me that poor little cat drowns:( no klunk:((( that was so uncalled for:( ew people. BISHOP YOU BASTARD YOU KILLED KLUNK. YOU WILL KNOW PAIN. yeah maybe a bit of a show off- DUDE- what the fuck is wrong with this damn bishop guy. Dude. Casey and April are basically dead without their plot armor. Shredder,,,,,, no way. He can't be real. This must be a trap. They've made mock robots before. Down to damn soup cans. This is not my silly little turtle show. Perhaps this is a vision. Oh wow he is good. The element ninja things? I've seen faint things about an early version of the mystic powers in 03. Is this how they get it? Klunk is okay:D Karai you bitch why are you like this.

Have I mentioned how much I absolutely hate bishop? That creep isn't fully human is he. No wonder bitch boy is so good at combat. Oh no that goop is not going to be good for the sewers.

Lmfao splinter. Read em and weep boys. Aw klunk. Raph is really rubbing off on Leo huh.

Uhhh idk where I left off here or if what I had saved. Uhh anyways! Yippee casey you actually used your thinking skills! Oh shit it sounds like hun broke raphs arm- uh oh. Have I mentioned how funny it is they replace cuss words with "shell" it's hilarious (to me). Lmfao donnie with the missiles! Casey. Remember what raph taught you. Your honor. Or what your dad said ig. Oh boy. Gotta have some wicked on the fly driving skills huh donnie- yes you are amateurs. You're like 16- damn leo is going off- aw he's gonna visit his dad:( wait did they just leave leo? Awww dude:(

Oh it's that nobody guy again? Oop- lmao poor mikey. Always getting slapped upside the head lol. Dude looks wack in the shadows lmao looks like xray might be in trouble- lmfao mikey in the dress again /pos. This isn't good for xray. Yeah everyone needs to packing! (But as transmasc reference) the gang shit in 03 goes insane fr o(-( it's so funny how absurd everyone's aim is. Let's go xray. Uh. Doesnt jencko still have a gun? Who let all these thugs have such high tech weapons- uh oh- he's nobody>:) success! Lmfao he's still in the dress. Ugh hun. Oh wait wasn't she supposed to go to jail?? Wonder what they're hiding in that statue. Karai can't you just like turn to the good side. Where's your honor? (Or morals for that matter-)

Halloween episode!! Shell yeah!! (Lol) I also love Halloween:D but uh for different reasons lmao. Ofc they ruin Halloween too- lmfao raph just stabs his pumpkin. Ofc donnie uses the laser. Uh oh werewolf. And a witch and uh pumpkin king? Uh- what if it wasn't a costume. How could he be so sure before he sliced at his face o(-( couldn't he have just paid for it? Like- agreed. Carmel apples are yummy. Lmfao. Looks like raph and mikey sorta get their way? Leo stop being such a downer smh. Aw:( that's so cute. Ooo-kay. Lol. So silly how they always managed to get involved in all this. Was the door too good for them o(-( ooo fun fact. Good pearl necklaces actually have knots between each bead to protect the pearls while wearing and in the case of a weak string snap very little pearls will fall off. So a good quality pearl necklaces should not snap and go everywhere like that:) little creepers. Aw don. How powerful are their kicks? Oh dudes made of stone. Yeah:) they are nice kids:) little nicer than what you'd like officer-

Wow good quote actually. Looks like we get more usagi! Excited to see what he does this time. Agreed. Leo is losing it. Geez mikey really laying it down hard huh? Saying it as it is- raph should totally train his temper lol. Miyamoto? Haven't I heard that name before? Lmfao. Why does he have shades on? Maybe they just can't handle the light of the city. Why is leo separate from the group:l bounty hunter? Why is everyone after leo- damn. You would think more people would be after mikey. Champ of the battle nexus and all. Damn how does bunny boy read him like an open book- time to trauma dump. Maybe this is why people think he's gay /lhj. Man rabbit got some trauma of his own. HA even got big guy scared. Usagi is not impressed lmao. Casey to save crazy rhino. Raphs gonna slap him for that lmao. Uh oh. Lmao they're just in the window. Oh no. Ooh Leo's got the look in his eyes fr. Leo o(-( oo little spin move there. God Leo stop being such a hard ass o(-( move on. Crazy. Even splinter sees Usagi has a special bond with Leo. Hope I get to see him in more future episodes. Aw damn mikey lost all his comics- guess he'll have to train now lmao.

Answers to what you fool o(-( damn Leo. Maybe you should listen to your family dingdong. And your closest friend. Raph:( Leonardo dude.. guess he's getting shipped off- man the bros looks so concerned for him. Lmfao they called him a poopy face ha- Yeah he is a bit cranky. Think about the proper response. See! Think dumbass! Crazy to think he goes off on his own like this. Wow this little dude is uh? Something else lol. Did this dude really train yoshi? I have a feeling that's the plot twist. Why does this guy fart so much lmao. This is gonna be some journey for leo huh? Oh? Interesting. Finally all that just to comes to terms with something- well now I can only wonder if Leo will be back in time for the next event in new york. By the looks of it he's got a few episodes away first.

Oh. Yikes- Guess they aren't taking too easy to that. TWO MONTHS?? HELLO? That's so long:( what does kumquat mean?- shredder? No no wait karai. Dumb bitch. Oh shit. What are you doing in my house? What are you doing in my house???? /ref. Ugh foot scum. It's Karai bc she's dumb and a jerk. God damn you Karai. How is this honorable? HMMM? Damn all their stuff is totally gone after this:( how could you>:( damn you. Oh damn oh damn oh damn. Man o(-( honestly they probably should have stuck together. How were they preped underwater too- that more kitty:( it's so adorable how much mikey cares for klunk<3 damn- a bit much don't you think?- I love klunk a normal amount (lie) drilling out of here- damn can just never catch a break. Wow. Woooowwww. Great honor KARAI you asshat. >:( why is everyone so mean- um- what- what the fuck- WHAT. you know what I'm honestly surprised that she let april go. Honestly.

KICK HER ASS LEO. Ughhhhh I want to scream and pace around the rooommmm. Poor guys man:( just let them live in peace. I want my happily ever after please- aw leo found them all:) ughh leo leoooo why couldn't you just make this a supply run:/ wow leo a lot more noble than what I could have been- personally she didn't deserve mercy. I can only hope she uses this last chance for good. Though I can only have my doubts. Aw a gift :) how sweet.

I knew it. Bitch shop is part alien tech. Which is why he's even good at fighting in the first place. Oh god- Yeah I honestly for the worst for donnie everytime something gets destroyed. He puts so much time and effort into his work. Poor guy:( ewww what is that. Nasty. Agreed I too hate bugs- vile. Ewww. I might skip this one- ew didn't think I'd be getting nightmare fuel from tmnt but here we are ig- and I thought the krang stuff in rise was bad. Ain't seen nothing yet huh- Bug bite?? That can not be good. Isn't that alien language? I bet bishop has no issue hacking into any computer,, oh? April's uncle huh. Wow these people are fantastic. Is this real- in my 2003 tmnt? Peace? I see. Ofc it was too good to be true. How did she just remember all that- gross the bugs are back.

If baxter wasn't so absolutely insane I'd almost feel bad for him. Something bad happens to his mom doesn't it. Gross- ewww his finger. Dude you're like melting rn and you go to revenge?? Dude is deranged. You can't let your traumas define you stockman. So uh who's maning the helicopter? Man. *almost* feel bad. I love how donnie just steals stuff from the enemy every few mission's lmfao. Love that guy.

Omg donnie is a dinosaur guy. Woah they look so goofy. Okay he's been "under the weather" a couple times now. Holy shit what is this foreshadowing- nothing good I'm sure and probably something to do with that bug bite. Lmao they got scared. Wha- even splinter is fed up with their bull shit lmfao. Saved by a sneeze lmao. Also imagine if mikey actually changed history with the potato chips- think we scared it off? Nope. Think something really horrible is coming now? Yep. DUDE. LMAO. poor bros literally can't catch a break. Wow donnie! You've saved humanity! Again! (Except your brothers didn't die this time) ((man same as it never was goes insane-)) what. They just. They're just gone for 3 whole months. Damn- lmfao. They just be wildin ig.

Oh? Yoshi seeking revenge? Not exactly the honorable thing to do. Mikey lmfao. Raphs in trouble with splinter lmao. Story time story time!! Gender? Doesn't matter. Can you kick ass? -raph, probably. Yoshi is a natural so it seems. I wonder what happens to his friend in this. Aw. They are brothers now. Aw she cared for the rats. Tang<3 oop. Why does love have to get in the way of good relationships. They take the girl don't they. Mortu! Guardians hm? They are so going to take up the position anyways- more jealousy between the boys. Not gonna be good- Wouldn't they kinda be sister and brothers tho? Uh. He doesn't actually kill her over this right- Wooooww. Okay. That's lame dude. Shredder is just everywhere. Dude. All this over a girl. L. I wonder how old the ancient one is. Wow splinter is a reminder of failure- odd name. Interesting. Oh? What's he doing? What is this thing? Things? Huh o(-( oh boy. Sounds like trouble is nothing else.

What. What happened to donnie? Donnie and that massive brain of his. Saving the whole world and shit. Where Don then- Is that donnie? wow casey actually cleans up? Ah he's still sick. Hopefully this isn't some sort of horrible plot point. Surely he'll be totally fine. Damn poor Casey and April. They wanted to go out lmao. Never a break in new york city. They really do relentlessly bully mikey lmao. Ew god no. Tmnt is not immune to some light body horror huh. Oh boy they in area 51 fr. Did they save stockmen? Oh- bad idea dude- go get the guys o(-( why does he look like that? Ooo I wonder if that's where they got the idea for rise raphs plastron. Damn now they gotta fix donnie. I knew this cold was so much more than just a cold. Lmfao guess mikey isn't the biggest fan of case. Leo's just like. For fuck sake. Lmao. Raph deserves an F word pass from nick. Damn:( Leatherhead is so sweet dude. Geez. What do they do now? Wow. Bishop I to am going to ram my foot so far up your ass for this.

Damn bro. I mean plot armor and all ofc they get him back. INVISIBLE FLOOR TILES? (DR/UT reference) I kinda thought this was gonna be a call from the boys. So uh. Who's this bastard? Karai why are you so annoying. It's funny to see area 51 talked about outside of that one 2019? 2020? 'Storming' of area 51 lol. Hell yeah "convince" this bitch. (I hate him with a passion). Wait did the cloaked thing have to do with the basement things from ancient one? At least see what the hell is wants first o(-( how do we know he will actually help donnie? Ughhhh. DONT YOU DARE. God I hate bishop. Man this has got to be rough for leo. And the rest of them ofc. They can't just leave donnie with these monsters:( bishop really is making a deal with the devil. He is so evil. Ofc he lied. What an asshole. They're busting in to foot hq (again) uh oh. The things they're about to do for donnie- I wish people cared about me to even a faction of that degree lmao. Oh? Did the element dudes send the message? God bishop is so fucking annoying. Raphs gonna have fun with this one. "Crud" please just let them say fuck. Lmao. Man can they really handle this alone? And without that one sword. Interesting. This whole thing is one big confusion. BOOM. What does it do? Fucking communicate maybe 💀 are the elite magic? Oh? Interesting. LMAO RAPH. Uh oh. This ain't good. Dude. Talk maybe? Tell him what it is even?? Say how horrible bishop is perhaps??? Ofc they fulfilled their side. Anything for their brother. I hate this guy so much. At least explain what it does. Let's fucking go leatherhead!! Brilliant!! What a fantastic character LH is. Totally not much trouble at all. Certainly. If it were not for LH and donnie getting mutated (again) none of that containing the outbreak would have been possible. Wait? So what did that do then? Set the elements free? Yeah. Welp they're smart I'll give them that. Omg they're gonna bring that blob back?? Oh shitttt.

Magic tree man? Self healing magic tree man? With honor?? Uh? Maybe? "You tried to eat my leg" lmfao mikey is so offended by that. Even with all the angsty chaos I'm glad there's still lots of humor in this show. (Probably the only thing that keeps me coming back lmao. I couldn't handle pure angst. 2003 mikey I'm convinced absolutely enjoys wearing dresses. Or at the least flowy clothing. OOP- raph just tackles him off the building- ooo. It's interesting what they are able to build (and then build again-) down under new york. Oh? Ancient one? Again? What has begun again? Aww. They are brothers your honor. Oop. Doesn't feel too good anymore. Hm. Lmao mikey is just goofing off. It's hilarious how they play back. I can only assume these are those elemental guys? I wonder why they're doing this? Did they just want to beat them up? Oh? Where are they gonna take them? Interesting? Sounds a little odd too pin them against each other though if you need warriors you would think you'd want them all alive. Aw. We love good dad splinter. So confused. Hm. Where are these other four from then? I am beyond confused. OOOO WAIT will the brothers get their mystic powers (or 03s equivalent anyways) through this? Why does splinter need to save them? What do they know that the bros don't? Why is this show so bat shit crazy and confusing o(-(

One more season down. Honestly. I'm not sure what my favorite episodes are. I certainly like some more than others though. And I definitely and not looking forward to this being all over.

Oh I see. So they've gotten like save the entire universe again I see. Honestly I'd say, even as weird as they are, they're like the utroms and possible on the good side. Wait why exactly do they look like the shredder then? Or how would the shredder know of them then? Where's the fifth? Looks like there should be a fifth? And the underside down foot symbol? OMG DONNIE you nerd /affectionate. I can definitely see some reference taken from here for rise. This show wildin. Fr. They really just go head first into any fight huh. Bro joi is gone- Um. Okay. Um. Uh.. alrighty then! Wow this show is a lot!

Starting to look like being a skilled ninja is not all that cool anymore lmao. Donnie is a man of science and does not understand this dude lmao. Damn it mikey o(-( "oops" DUDE this show omg. Anri for raph. Inazuma for Mikey. Byakko for donnie. Banrai for raph actually? Wait what happened to Leo's? Wait what about leo D: mike. I swear. BRO IS A FUCKING BEYBLADE?! Don is a tornado. So Leo can just use others weapons? Orrr not- My oh my does this just like. Wow.

I am blinking rapidly. Alright so saki was a good guy at one point? Is this the like same blob we are talking about here?? Wow. Well. I think this is enough confusion for one night I'll pick this back up in the morning. I viewed the thumbnails for the upcoming seasons. It seems season 7 sees an art style change? And we are left on a cliff hanger. I'm honestly not sure if it's worth continuing. So the odd look humans are now god like fantastic. Wait he just becomes a dragon? How does he recover from this to go to new york?- dragon fight! (I- I guess) so I'm guessing the boys will have to learn to form laser beams out of their hands too.

So are we gonna ever get am explanation as to why Leo never got his weapon? Come on raph I've seen you become a beyblade you've got this. It makes sense how donnie got it so easily but Leo? Not getting it? Aw they really needed that support. Damn. Poor splinter:( aw donnie is just talking about his projects back home. Mikey is just sonic now. I wonder what they all will become. Leo? Also a dragon! I knew it. This still doesn't explain why he doesn't get a weapon lmao. Woah. Just the projector image of Leo's dragon melts them- It seems they wanted them to take all the pieces. In all fairness it does seem kinda dumb to keep them all together.

Dude what happened to being immortal? And like. Shouldn't they have some form of communication to tell the others to stop? Devour of dreams? Sounds like a kirby boss. So the sword was meant for leo? This is so strange. Did he know he was going to die this whole time? What. How did that just happen? Damn. They really can't have shit huh?😭 the five gumbas lmao. So they just totally killed that quiet "immortal" guy. Why did they get the most annoying voices lmao. Bro :'0 dude. What the fuck man o(-( kinda lame how these all powerful ninjas were taken out so quickly. Oh? 03 leo has portal powers too? (Sorta)

I'm gonna be honest. Despite a few small things (and how hard leo is on himself) I absolutely adore the 03 gang. I'm disappointed it's all serious shit all the time though. Sure there's a bit of goofing around and such. But not at the same level I was under the impression I'd get. I suppose this is a different iteration. Some people actually prefer the silliness to stay very limited. I don't know. I guess litte mx. doesn't like violence should stay out of cartoons with lots of action hm?

Lmfao mikey was so ready for this day. God why don't they just say sparring or training or just like roaming around idk- I've read one too many fanfics to take "blowing off steam with _" seriously o(-( man last thing we need is nanobots in stockmens hands. See silly little episodes<3 limited fighting for their lives at least-

Ah. Terrifying. Karai? Right what is she doing here? Feels like a bit of a time skip- right a dream. I've always known Karai had good in her. See this is the kind of shit that happens when chaos wins the splatfest. Smh. Damn it Karai. Welp. Guess you die now. Damn well. Looks like saving donnie is the end of the world but him dying is also the apocalypse. Interesting. Don't. Don't mercy this thing. Don't. No. Ugh. She fell for it. Damn starting to hate this things more than bishop. How are they gonna banish the shredder again tho? After all of this is finished? If the ninja tribunal had to watch over his body forever won't they suffer the same fate? But how? Dude was dead o(-( how does that work?

[greyciees]

3110 Spinarak Mansion Part Two

So this is the spooky story collaboration between @lily-pad-ton , @melanie-melody , @smol-hibiscus , and @dantelionwishes

The second part of the story was written by me and the AMAZING cover art was made by @you-may-call-me-meme Part One

The lights flickered back to life, and for the first few moments everyone stood still. The fouyer, which had formerly been in chaos, was now completely fixed. The broken glass across the floor was gone like it had never even shattered. The calm was broken quickly, as it was hard to miss their group was now short of two members.

“Where’s Pon?” Daddy spoke up.

“Melanie’s gone too!” Frostine gasped.

They looked around but the two trainers were nowhere to be seen, leaving no trace and no way of telling which way they could have gone.

“What the heck is going on in there!?” Marie yelled through the door, muffled by the hard wood as she yanked back at it. The other tried as well, but the door was stuck so tight they couldn’t even see the lights from the outside word.

“Someone took them!” Frostine yelled back to Marie. “The doors won’t budge!”

“I’m going to look for another way in!”

Marie called back, and before anyone could say anything else her voice was gone from the other side of the doors.

“I knew this place was haunted!” Frostine gasped, still jumpy as she pressed her back against the wall.

Freya seemed to get worse at the mention of the haunting. She looked around the hall in a panicked state. “What’s doing this? Where are the others?”

“Well they can’t have gone far.” Jay said, still calm as she spoke up to the others. “We don’t know what’s doing this, we just have to find the others and get out of here.”

The group turned to look ahead, the two hallways ahead of them holding nothing but darkness and cold wind that seemed to come from every direction, old candles seemed to flicker like they were somehow living, but despite their flame the darkness still was looming and unwavering, the silence deafening on its own. One of the hallways seemed to stay downstairs, while the other contained a large staircase.

“Well...which way do we go?” Freya asked, looking to the other three.

Jay seemed to think to herself for a second, and pointed to the left hallway. “Frostine and Daddy, you two look for Melanie. Freya and I will go this way and look for Pon.”

“We’re splitting up?” Daddy asked.

“We need to find them both, who knows how long it would take.” Jay shrugged her response, already starting to walk ahead into the darkness.

“Then we can get out of here.”

•••

When the lights flickered on for Melanie, she realized in a short moment that this was not where she had been before. The room was dark, and small. Inside there seemed to be nothing but an old bed and dresser, all covered in thick layers of dust, but pristine and untouched, each throw pillow still in order.

“Guys?” Melanie said cautiously, slowly craning her head- the empty room staring back at her. “Guys! Where are you?!” She said louder this time, but her voice echoed back and left her in silence.

Melanie went to the doors, immediately grabbing the handle and pulling harshly. The locked door creaked, and she started to pull it harder, banging her hand against the door and calling aimlessly for the others. She hissed a short breath of anger, spinning on her heels to look for some other form of escape.

There were no windows, and everything in the room looked like it had to be decades old. Every now and then the candles seemed to flicker, casting her shadow against the wall like its own sentient being, following behind her in the twisted shape of herself.

She inspected the dresser, ripping the doors open and finding nothing but tattered cloth and more dust. As she walked, she realized that she felt the unmistakable feeling of being watched. She turned, her hair standing in end as she saw the large oil painting hanging against the wall.

The painting stared back at her, and she realized to her horror that she recognized the face in the frame.

•••

Pon was awoken to the smell of old books and rotting wood. She was resting in an old armchair, in front of a desk that was covered in a thick layer of dust. She stood up in an instant, her memories rushing back as she looked around and tried to assess how long she had been out, and where the others were.

“Hello?” She called with a short breath, craning her head in every direction but seeing nothing but shelves upon shelves of old books so dusty she couldn’t make out a single cover.

Pon started to walk, but as the winding maze of shelves continued she couldn’t spot a single door or window. With growing urgency she started to walk faster, but every way she went seemed to land herself at another dead end.

“Hello!?” She called again, her voice echoing in the room, nothing but the books and the creaking of the wood to remind her where she was.

Pon turned another corner, and a cold chill started to fill the air. As she paused, her body feeling suddenly rigid as a new sort of feeling entered the halls around her. Someone was there. She could see the outline of a figure standing among the books. They barely looked human, like a person made up of fog she couldn’t make out a single feature.

She knew, without a doubt that this was in no way one of her friends. Pon took a small step back and the dark creature mimicked her, stalking closer in the low light. She knew she had to get away from it, but with every small movement she made the dark figure made the same.

Pon turned on her heel, taking in a short breath as she started to run.

•••

“This can’t be the right way.” Frostine murmured as she followed behind the other white haired boy. Daddy turned another hallway, stopping as they ended up at another dead end. He paused for a second, his mouth opened.

“Yup- it's this way. This time I’m sure of it.” He said, and turned around to walk the other way.

They walked for another long while before Daddy turned the corner, and they found themselves at a large set of doors, lined with old metal designs and large handles that loomed above both of the trainers.

“See! Look this has to be something!” Daddy said, grabbing the handles and starting to pull.

“It doesn’t look very...safe….” Frostines brows knit together, looking more worried as the doors finally swung open.

The room was surprisingly warmer than the rest of the hallway, inside a large dark table stretched across the length of the room, with plates and silverware still set up. Daddy walked inside with a short breath of wonder, looking up at the high sealing and the odd chandelier that hung from it.

They looked around the room, which was clearly left abandoned like the rest of the mansion. They called a few times for Melanie, getting no answer as they walked around the table. Neither one of them noticed when the lock clicked on the door.

Frostine stopped suddenly, gasping and grabbing hold of the back of Daddy’s cape.

“Wait- Wait look!” She whispered quietly, pointing a shaky singer to the table.

Daddy looked over, and on the table there was what looked to be a tea set, with two pristine cups on either side, filled to the brim with tea. Unlike the rest of the table, they were untouched by dust.

“What? it’s just tea.” Daddy said, walking across the table and pulling back a chair, leaning closer to examine the antique.

“B-but it’s hot! That means someone was here!” Frostine followed behind him, careful not to get too close to it.

Daddy picked up the cup, lifting it into the light and twirling the tea round inside. “It’s just Tea.” He repeated, turning to look at her. “See, look.” And with that, he put it to his lips and took a sip.

•••

Jay held the railing with one hand, and Freya's hand with the other. The room was in complete darkness, and despite the small glow coming from her costume, neither one of the girls could see a thing.

“I think there’s a step here!” Jay said back to Freya, who followed close behind as they tried to feel their way around to some sort of door.

The floor creaked, and Freya let out an audible gasp. “What was that? I hear something!”

Jay scoffed and took another step. “It’s just the floor! This house must be like a million years old.”

They walked in slow steps, hands pressed closer to the walls, sliding across the rotting wallpaper. The house creaked like a response, until Jay said her hand upwards and finally it came into contact with something metal and solid.

“I think there’s a door here.” Jay said, her hand latching onto the handle. She yanked it around until something clicked, and she pulled it open. Both of them filed inside before they knew what was on the other side of the door, eager to find some sort of light source.

Jay let go of Freya's hand, feeling around in the darkness. She could feel something soft and plush, but she couldn’t tell what it was. Freya followed suit, taking a short step into the room and finding a table, her hands desperately slid across it, bumping into something metal. She grabbed it, and realized to her happiness that it was a flashlight.

“I’ve got something!” Freya called out to Jay, picking up the flashlight as Jay continued to feel the mounds of mismatched cloth.

Freya fiddled with the light, hitting it against her hand a few times. In an instant it flicked to life, pointing a sudden sharp beam directly at Jay just as the door slammed suddenly.

Freya screamed, and Jay saw that she was face to face with the decaying class eyes of a broken porcelain doll, and that all around them- on every inch of the wall there was hundreds of them.

•••

Marie jammed her sword into the boarded up window, yanking and succeeding nothing just like the other doors. She cursed under her breath, stepping back to plant a firm kick against the wood, still nothing seemed to move at all.

She knew the party was a bad idea, but she was the only one with the common sense to not go inside. Angrily she kept walking around the large mansion, which seemed to have a layout built to confuse anyone trying to get in. Each window seemed more sealed shut than the last, and the forest around her seemed to be so thick she could barely see anything through it.

Marie stopped, seeing what looked to be another door. As she tried and failed to open it, she felt a drop of water land on her forehead.

Just as she felt the first drop of rain, it started to pour. She sighed, wiping the rain from her face. She looked up again, trying to get a better look at the roof.

She saw a balcony first, with a glass door high up above her. Finally, a way inside. She looked around. Now she just needed to find a way up, she hoped she wouldn't be too late.

[shadow--writer]

Is This Love or am I Dreaming?

😌 woke up today and chose violence (aka I stayed up writing this and cried)

@dela-png​ and I were talking about Maeve and Lucas and what they’d fight about and well this wouldn’t leave my smol brain, so enjoy 💕💕💕💕

Maeve x Lucas, angst, 2.5k words. --Lucas reversed ending-ish--

TW/tags (”real” triggers will be marked!): brief description of an injury, overworking, neglect, fighting, a whole lotta angst, and god I hope I got his character right

(title is from this song, it’s really good, give it a listen!)

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The candles were burning low. With them her energy. He wasn’t back yet. Of course he wasn’t. She knew him. Sometimes he’d come back late.

Other times he’d fall asleep at his desk leaving her alone in an empty bed.

She rubbed her arms, the summer so hot the heat was almost sticking to her skin. Her bangs were plastered across her forehead with her sweat. It had been a long day in the infirmary. She was tired. She was lonely. 

She missed him. He wasn’t gone, but...in a way he was. She missed him so much it hurt. 

She closed her eyes, rubbing her temples. She knew if she focused too much on it she’d get a headache. This amount of stress wasn’t good for you but… 

She looked away from the papers spread out on the small desk a few feet away from her...their bed. It used to be everytime she thought of it being their room and their bed and their space she got butterflies. But he was gone so often it had become hers, hadn’t it?

She pushed herself away from the desk, going to get ready for bed. It was a little late for a bath, she’d probably take one in the morning. Sleeping was going to be a miserable experience but...

It wasn’t like he was around to care.

Anger snapped up at her stomach like a vise. She knew he had a lot to do. She knew he had a lot of responsibilities. She knew how important this was to him.

But...wasn’t she important too? Didn’t he care about her? 

He said he did but...she didn’t know anymore and it hurt. 

The door to their room creaked open, Maeve freezing in her tracks.

It was late. Normally he’d be asleep at his desk. Normally she’d be asleep. Alone.

They met eyes. 

“Lucas,” she said, the musical tone of her voice gone. In its place was something flat and unfeeling.

It hurt. 

It hurt so much. 

“...Maeve,” he murmured, trying to hide the new injury on his arm. 

Her anger returned, roaring with a vengeance. 

“Sit down,” she said, her tone offering no place for arguing. He was covered in ash, probably went to check out the fire that happened earlier that week. No one was hurt, but a bunch of houses were lost.

He looked how she felt. 

He followed her orders, falling into a chair with a ‘thump’. His hair hung over his eyes, slowly losing its curl due to sweat and ash. He was going to need a bath too.

She gathered her bandages, herbs and medicines. This was not the time for anything fancy.

But she couldn’t stop the rage she felt when she looked at him.

She tugged her desk chair over to him, sitting down and focusing on the wound. 

His skin was warm and tacky with sweat. Blood oozed down the large cut. She swiped a damp rag over it. A muscle twitched in his cheek but he didn’t say anything.

“Welcome home,” she said, not hiding the bitterness in her tone. He deserved to hear it. He deserved her anger. “I missed you.”

He only grunted in response, fueling the ebbing, festering anger.

“You’ve got to stop this.” Every time. Every time he’d come back to her it was for an injury. She knew he didn’t trust easily. She knew she was his go to for help.

But it stung when your boyfriend would only come to see you when he was hurt. 

Another grunt in response. 

He wasn’t listening to her. Again. 

As usual.

She tightened the bandage with a little more force than necessary, trying to keep from lashing out. 

It fucking hurt. It hurt so much it was hard to breathe. 

“You need to stop overworking yourself,” she said, trying to force her voice to be soft, fingers brushing his before falling into her lap. Her feet were bare and curled around one another. She felt alone and vulnerable.

“There’s so much I have to do,” he replied.

“And? Why can’t they give you a break? Haven’t you done enough on your own? Why not let someone else take the burden?” she snapped, his eyes meeting hers again.

She pissed him off but she didn’t care. Let him be angry. Let him feel an inkling of what she did. He deserved it for what he was doing.

Not only to himself, but her too.

“I can’t. You know this,” he spat.

Her hands trembled in clenched fists. “I don’t. I don’t know that. Because in my eyes, you have a whole fucking team of people and yet you do everything yourself.”

“Because I can’t trust anyone else to do it.”

“Then why do you even have them?!”

He gritted his teeth. “Because I need them.”

She breathed in sharply. “And yet, you don’t use them.”

“These are not their jobs!”

“THEN WHAT ARE THEIR JOBS?” She couldn’t stop her voice from rising to a yell. She couldn’t stop herself from jumping to her feet. The chair fell back with a crash but she didn’t care. “If they are so useful then what do they do?!” 

She was losing control. Her hands warmed. Her eyes flashed. Her nose burned with unshed tears.

But she did not care. 

“They help me, Maeve! They are there to support the people!”

“While you do all the heavy lifting because you can’t let anyone in?!”

“It’s dangerous and you know it.”

“Lucas, they are your CONSUL. If you can’t trust them to do even the simplest of tasks, then why do you have them?! What is their use?”

“Maeve we are not going to have this conversation again!”

“Maybe if you just listen to me we wouldn’t be discussing this for the hundredth time!” 

He growled, deep and low in his throat. She snapped her teeth back, balling her hands into fists. His imitation tactics would not work on her.

“Lucas I am here to help you, they are here to help you. So let us!”

“This is my job Maeve! I can’t ask you to take the burden!” He was yelling now. They both were. They probably woke half the palace up by now.

She. Did. Not. Care. 

“Then why am I here?!” she snapped. He looked like she had slapped him. Her eyes burned with tears. 

“Because I let you be.” His voice was low. It was angry. It was a command. 

And it hurt. 

She stepped back, pushing the chair back with her steps. He didn’t look at her, just held a hand on his new bandage. “Thanks...for fixing me up.”

She didn’t reply, just let the tears roll down her face as she looked at the ground.

“I’m going to get back to work.”

He started walking to the door. He almost made it by the time she spoke up again. She was done playing his game. She was done fighting with him. 

She was done sleeping alone. 

“I’ll leave.”

He froze, one hand on the doorknob. “What?”

She forced her head up, showing her tears with a streak of pride. If she couldn’t convince him with words, then she would with actions.

“You heard me. I’ll leave.”

He turned to look at her, fury barely being contained in his eyes. Those two words caused a dam to break inside him. 

Good. 

“Why? Because you don’t love me anymore? So you’re gonna leave like everyone else? Now that I don’t give you what you want you’re just gonna walk out on me?”

His words cut deep. She actually gasped from the pain.

“You...you think I’m here for something other than the fact that I love you?” she gasped out. “You think I’m here for something?!” She couldn’t stop her fury.

It hit her in waves.

First it was cool, then her body trembled and warmed. 

Then she was on fire.

“You think I’m here for some object? For some thing?” 

“Maeve. I...no I’m…” he seemed to be at a loss for words, floundering. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Lucas I am here because I love you! But I do not want to be your doctor.” She swiped at her tears. “Do you know...how much it hurts to only see your love when they’re hurt? Having the only conversations with them be arguments? Do you know how much it hurts to watch them kill themselves because they can’t let you in?!”

“Maeve-”

“I am going to say this once.” She stood with her legs spread wide. She stood to feel powerful. She stepped closer to him, her strides filled with purpose.

“If you do not get your shit together, then I will leave. If you do not listen to people, if you do not let them in. If you don’t take a break and trust people I will walk out that door!” Her voice snapped over the last word in her sentence.

Cracking and shattering. 

She was a mess. She was dizzy. She was angry. The heat of the summer made her clothes cling to her. One of the legs on her pants was rolled up to her knee, her shirt was falling off her shoulder. Her hair fell in ringlets around her shoulders. There was blood on her shirt. 

Sweat dripped down the back of her neck, she only felt the all encompassing heat of her deep buried magic.

She did not care.

“I am here because I love you. I am here because I trust and care about you. But if you can’t trust and care about me back, then I will save myself the heartache and go.”

She was fighting back a sob. 

She turned her back to him, not wanting him to see her tears get heavier. They fell like rain. She didn’t stop them, nor did she want to. 

She bent down and picked up the chair, moving it next to the one he sat in. 

The world spun. Her chest ached.

She missed him so much. She loved him so much. She cared, loved, felt about him so strongly it cut deep. 

Like a festering wound left untreated, she stood there. Her skin burned, she bit her cheek to keep from breaking down right there. She wouldn’t. Not while he was still there. 

He stood in silence behind her, she could feel him. Shifting back and forth. Waiting. Watching. 

She moved to go to...their...bathroom. If he wasn’t going to leave, then she would move away so she wouldn’t have to see him. 

He grabbed her hand, fingers closing around hers gently. So gently. A movement and she’d be out of his grasp. 

She stopped, bringing her foot back to stand still.

He squeezed her hand once.

She waited a moment before squeezing back. 

They stood in silence, hands clasped, for a few heartbeats.

The blood roaring in her ears slowed. His breathing soon became all that she heard. 

He let go of her hand, fingers ghosting up the length of her arm. She felt goosebumps erupt on her skin.

His touch was so light and so gentle she wanted to break down. She wanted to break down with how much she missed it. 

His hand brushed her shoulder, not bothering to adjust the shirt falling down. She almost gasped with how cold his fingertips were. He held his hand against the side of her neck, and against her better judgment she leaned into his touch.

“...I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion.

“I know,” she responded, choking on the words. 

His hand dropped from her neck as he looped his arms around her waist, tugging her into his chest. 

She didn’t look up at him, just leaned into his embrace and cried.

She could feel his tears as they fell onto her hair, and they stood in silence together. 

He was a mess and probably smeared ash all over her with his touch. Ash and ink from working on something. 

Hell she didn’t even know.

She let out a small sob, leaning back into him. She missed him. His touch. Her skin burned. “Hold me,” she whispered. “Please, Lucas please hold me.” She was begging. 

She ached for him. 

She wanted him.

Please.

It was a desperate plea but all she wanted was him. 

He leaned closer, kissing the top of her head as they cried. “Please. Lucas. Please,” she whispered, repeating it over

And over

And over

And over again.

Falling for a man like this was never easy. She hated how neglectful he was.

But in quiet moments like this, none of it seemed to matter.

It wasn’t until her legs gave out and became wobbly that he moved again.

He scooped her up, cradling her close. She couldn’t stop her tears once they started, pouring out all her loneliness and hurt out. 

He only softly hushed her, rocking her back and forth and he settled her into the sheets. 

He shifted as if he was going to leave and she grabbed his hand, hiccuping. She was going to hate herself in the morning but she didn’t care.

“Don’t go. Don't go please. Please, please don’t go,” she cried, the tears falling faster. “Lucas stay with me.”

His name on her lips stopped him again. He sat back down, back to her, her hand still on his arm.

His next word was slow. Slow, thick, emotional, wanting. “Okay.”

And he stayed.

He took off his boots, turning over to bundle her up in his arms. His eyes were red and blotchy. His hands trembled around her, her shirt rising up. She didn’t care, fisting the fabric of his shirt in her quivering hands.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered to her hair. “I’m so sorry.” He repeated it, each time his voice cracking.

“I know. I know,” she whispered back, trying to get closer. Closer. It wasn’t enough. It would never be close enough. “I miss you,” she whispered, lips brushing his collar bone. “Missed you here with me. I miss you so much Lucas. It hurts. Why does it hurt so much?”

He didn’t respond, just held her closer, whispering soft intelligible things to her hair. 

She sniffled, kissing his neck. He tasted like salt. He had smudges of ash up his jaw. He probably got smudges on her and her clothes.

“You need a bath,” she murmured.

“I know,” he rumbled. “You need one too.”

She smiled, tears spilling from her eyes again. She missed their talks. Jokes. Flirtations. He had gotten quiet with his new position. 

She missed his voice. 

“Is that an invitation?”

He chuckled, toying with the ends of her hair. “And if it is?”

She kissed his neck again, her breath warm against his skin. His office probably had a drafty window. “If it’s an invitation.” Another kiss, this one made him squirm a little. “My answer is yes.”

He didn’t respond, but she could feel him smile.

He pressed a kiss into her hair, and they settled into silence.

She knew this was going to be hard.

She knew he wasn’t going to be easy to get along with.

She knew he wasn’t going to listen to her all the time.

She knew she was just as hard-headed and stubborn as he was.

But in that moment all she could feel was how much she loved him. In that soft, emotionally charged moment, it was all she wanted. 

And sometimes, that was enough. 

[lenawritesjojos]

Hey I hope you’re doing well! Can I request some not sfw risotto nero, possibly with a new la squadra member who is v smol. If you’re uncomfortable with writing this you can do it sfw don’t worry! Thank you so much in advance

Hey! I went a bit overboard with this, I think? There’s more plot than actual n/sfw lmao but I think it’s good anyways. I hope you like it! :)

Late at night

Pairing: Risotto Nero x Reader

Word count: 867

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Being the new recruit in La Squadra di Esecuzione wasn’t easy for anybody, and you weren’t the exception to that. Every single member towered over you in a rather intimidating manner, and they didn’t seem to believe in your capabilities as an assassin, which sucked a lot.

The solution was easy in your eyes: sneak at night into headquarters and work twice as hard, researching past cases and coming up with good ideas to find any dissidents that wanted to betray the Boss. That way, you would soon grow used to the squad’s way of working and everything would run smoothly, leaving no room for the other members to become suspicious about you.

Of course, you hadn’t taken into account the most dangerous factor of it all: someone could catch you.

The wooden floorboards creaked as you made your way as silently as possible through the main hallway of the Squadra’s headquarters. All the lights were turned off, so you relied on your knowledge of the area to find the room where files were kept. It wasn’t hard to do so, since it was straight at the end of the corridor.

Once you could sense the door behind your outstretched hands, a relieved sigh escaped your lungs. No one else seemed to be there, so it was safe to turn on the light on the empty hallway. The hardest part was done, now it was time for hard work. Your hand gripped the knob and started turning it, silently, listening to your heart beating loud in your ears. Why were you so nervous?

“What are you exactly doing?”

The deep voice paralized your body for a second, before you started turning around slowly, only to find… nothing.

“W-Who are you?” Your words came out shaky and there was a visibly tint of fear in them. The energy that contained your stand was already burning inside your body, ready to be released.

Something appeared seemingly out of nowhere, becoming suddenly visible and taking the shape of one of the people that had intimidated you the most: your Squad boss.

You were fucked.

Risotto had his arms crossed over his chest, red eyes fixed on your way smaller form as you stretched your neck to see him fully. He was scary as all hell, making you want to dig a hole into the ground and hide on it.

“So?”

“I…” You were at a loss for words. Would it be okay to tell the truth? It was your best bet, anyways. “I wanted to work some extra hours.”

He stepped closer, practically trapping you between the door and his body, and you gulped visibly. His eyes were practically boring holes in your skull as you looked up once again.

“Didn’t the fact that I need to be informed of it cross your little head?” He spoke, but there was something in his voice that wasn’t exactly anger. Your eyes fell to his bare chest, eyeing briefly the straps of leather that crossed it.

Damn it, why did Risotto Nero have to be so hot?

You bit your lower lip unconsciously, not missing the way his eyes travelled to them almost instantly. So it was like that, huh?

“You could always let it slide… boss.” The space between the two of you grew closer, and your bolder side came to light. Knowing there was no turning back, you pressed a hand firmly against his chest, looking up at him again.

“…maybe.”

Everything changed fast, but you were already prepared. The huge man lowered his body at the same time you stood on your tiptoes, and your lips met halfway through there. It was hot, the way he pushed you back with his entire body and roughly kissed you, and you felt something flutter inside you.

His hands started travelling further down, and soon they were in your rear. That man had no sense of shame, you thought briefly before your hands did the same, only to end up on the front part of his trousers, finding that there was a tightness already there.

“I could help you with this.” You mumbled in between kisses, a clear invitation through lustful eyes. Risotto only nodded once, slowly.

As you fell to your knees, his hand sunk into your hair, the sight of you so small down there clearly arousing him more. You felt arousal too, at the towering height that was right in front of your eyes.

You took him in without hesitation, enjoying his loosely concealed moans and every shudder of his body, until he came into you - of course, asking for permission first. His release filled your mouth and made you hesitate for a second, but then it was over, and a smirk replaced your grimace.

Looking up at him, you took in a sight probably very, very few people had ever seen: Risotto Nero with his face contorted into a look of pure bliss, eyes closed and shoulders relaxed. It was quite the view.

“I think it’s my turn now.” You whispered, and he smirked back at you.

Both of you were in for a long night, but at least there was a couch in the debriefing room.

[perseusky]

Prophecy In The Stars

Movie: Narnia

Pairing: None yet, maybe a peter x reader

Summary: Feeling nostalgic, you went to your, newly bought, Disney+. Searching through seas of different and familiar movies, but only stopping at one. Narnia, the movie you and your family desperately adore. Having many good memories with the movie, you decided to play it. Only for your vision to fade to black. Awaken by the sound of children voices, and hands shaking your shoulders. Voices compelling you to be awoken, you groggily open your eyes to see, familiar yet, unknown faces, and a different world not your own. A journey awaits, and a strong blade to be held, a war to win. And a prophecy to complete.

“How dare she!” You yelled, throwing your book bag onto your small twin size bed. The old bed creaking from the sudden weight. Frustratingly running your fingers through your hair, down your face, stretching down your eyes and lips in anger. Than plopping on your bed, making it shake with a threatening rattle.

“HEY! What’s going on up there!” Yelled the voice of your mother. You could clearly hear that she was tired and in desperate need of relaxation. And not wanting to awaken a demon, you quickly apologized. “SORRY MOTHER! Nothings wrong!”

Heaving a sigh, you thought about what you could do with your problem. Either lay around and not do anything about it, or just relax and watch a movie.

You chose the latter obviously. Quickly running over to your desk, that stood next to your wardrobe, and getting your laptop. Flipping it open, and going to Disney+.

You searched through many old and nostalgic movies, yet you couldn’t find the right one yet. Searching for a bit longer, still nothing.

Until you suddenly got an idea of a movie you’ve been itching to watch for years! Swiftly moving the mouse onto the search bar and typing in the specific movie you desperately wanted to watch to finally rid yourself of school and stress.

Practically screeching when you found the perfect movie, and immediately pressing on it. You were so excited that you started to bounce around in place and staring around the room in anticipation as the movie loaded; but what you didn’t notice was the, now, swirling black hole coming from your screen, inch by inch, getting bigger.

Not up until the very last minute, did your pea for brains finally comprehend what was in front of you, and how potentially dangerous and extremely weird it was. Alas, when you tried to move away from it, something grabbed your leg, quickly pulling you into its dark abyss without much complaint, and being unable to yell loud enough to be heard over the loud movie your mother was watching.

The last thing you saw looking back at your room once more with tears swelling in your eyes, was that your mother would be alone, and how dearly you didn’t want that to happen since she’d probably think you left her like your father did. When he found out she was pregnant with you.

Finally accepting that you weren’t getting out of this, you let yourself fall, and you fell deep into the hole where you couldn’t see your room anymore and only a black and big abyss. Feeling as if you were losing conscious, you closed your eyes willingly and tiredly after trying to fight this thing.

You’ll have to deal with this whole situation after you get a good rest, because right now, you could practically sleep through an alien invasion.

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“My dear child! Please wake up! PLEASE!”

Snapping open your eyes, you were blinded by raging lights and you could feel your ears combust from all the loud and fearful noises. Your mind was completely out of it, resulting in your eye sight being blurry and only being able to see the outlines of fires and silhouettes.

This scared you beyond belief. It was like something your never experienced before. Your lungs contracted against your frantic commands. Your body practically having a mind of it’s own, and it horrified you! It felt as if you looked into the snake demon in the eyes herself, and became a mere statue. Isolated, yet still being able to feel, hear, smell. It was complete torture.

Until a harsh sting had erupted on your right cheek. It soon after left a dull ringing In your ear. Your cheek had now turned a bright rosy red, implanted with a hand print of the one who had slapped you. The pain shot through your entire body, down to the tip of your toes, and all the way to the top of your head. It was enough force to make your eyes tear up a bit.

And just enough for you to get out of your stupor, having been thinking before you got slapped; although now that train of thoughts had disappeared. You looked around angrily, searching for the person that had the audacity to touch you in such a way, only a mother could!

You angled your head towards the guilty person who had just slapped you across the cheek. Yes it was for a good reason, and yes you should be grateful since you now knew you were in a dangerous situation, but you still couldn’t let up the fact that they had to SLAP YOU! They could’ve pinched you! Although you knew that wouldn’t be enough to get you out of it.

You looked at the person at fault, who had looked down. Possibly from the fact that they had realized it wasn’t the right thing they should’ve done, especially in a situation like this one. There were practically bombs going off everywhere! And one could even hit them from above.

(Y/n) had soon finally realized, that maybe she was taking this a bit too harshly, and should not blame this person. For they had given her a safe place, away from this war she had found herself in, right after she was sucked into that black ho-

‘Wait a tick, WHERE THE FLIPPITY FLAPS AM I?!’, you hysterically thought as your incomputable brain cells had the AMAZING idea to look at the people who had saved you. So, you did, only to be left with a hanging mouth, and eyes as huge as dinner plates.

In front of you, were the so called, sons of Adam, and daughters of Eve. The Kings and Queens Of Narnia. The hero’s, and children, you looked up to when you were a smol lil bean. (Uwu u wer so cute)

There was a pregnant silence that had taken over the small cabin. Even the bombs had stopped, and that’s what had made the silence even more eerie. It was as if time had stopped, it’d had frozen, and you were the only one that was capable of moving. Well, not up until Edmund had started to wave a hand across your face. “I think she’s a bit thick, pretty, but thick in the head.”, he had said with a taunting smirk.

Even in a situation, where he should be scared and crying, like he was in the movie, he had the audacity to call you thick. Now you remembered all the times of back then when you used to get mad at Edmund for selling out aslan and his sibling to that witch. You were practically seething on your couch when he did it for food. Your parents had to stop and hold you down before you could damage the tv thinking it would hurt Edmund. Yes, you may be a hypocrite since you’d sell anyone out for anything, JUST for food, but who wouldn’t???

“Oh, I’m thick? Why thank you for noticing! I’ve been doing two squats a day, squating low to get to the bottom of the refrigerator, all the way to the top to get my snacks. It has its advantages.”, you had answered with a knowing smirk. And you had received the reaction you had wanted from the little asshole, a bright red hue, across his ears, and down his neck. He practically glowed!

Although, the moment was ruined by a shock wave hitting the ground hard. You had tipped over by the sheer force it was giving out, and fell on peter. Not that you minded. You looked up at him, and into his eyes. He was already looking at you, with wide eyes, and a blush adorned on his already rosy cheeks. Giving him a thankful smile and a quite ‘thank you’, you got back on your two feet and stood awkwardly next to each other.

“So, anyone wanna play ‘who’s gonna die first?’.”, you had recived ludicrous and surprised faces at the suggestion. The cabin was once again awkwardly and filled with silence.

“Tough crowd”....

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“Alright, so you’re going to be taken in by a man who was generous enough to take care of all of you until the war has ended. Do not give him any trouble, or more than he already has for taking care of all of you. Especially you (y/n).”, Mrs. Pevensi had given you a point stare. To others, she’d seem a bit strict, but to you, you could tell she had said it dripping with amusement.

“Of course i will cause him troubl-, I meannnnn.”, chuckling to yourself at your “mistake”. Which had earned you another pointed look. Although this one seemed real.

Breaking the silence with a groan, you had accepted your fate and had pledged, like a Girl Scout, to Mrs. Pevensi that you wouldn’t cause any trouble to the old man.

What she didn’t know was that behind your back, was your pointer and middle finger crossed over each other, and out of her sight. You had to contain your smile when you saw peter looking at you with a smile of his own, having seen your crossed fingers and had known what it meant.

“Bye my dears!”, their mother looked at them sadly.

The train had started moving, and the siblings had deflated in their seats. Lucy looked up at peter sadly, “Will mummy be ok?” Having looked up from your conversation with Susan, you also stared at peter, awaiting his answer. When he had yet to say something, you had decided to speak up for him, since you could see Lucy becoming even sadder when she saw that her brother couldn’t answer.

“It’s alright Lucy. I’m sure she’s fine! Besides, you have us don’t you?”, soon receiving a small and innocent smile from the small girl, which had made your insides flutter and your cheeks to turn a beautiful light pink. You just wanted to squeeze the poor girl to death, UGH!

“Everything will be fine.”, peter reassured once more, looking up at you from his lap, where his hands had been neatly folded. He smiled at you, a smile that melted your heart, and made all the bad thoughts and memories in your head immediately vanish. His eyes were a deep and beautiful blue, that if they were hit by the sum, they’d look like a tropical ocean. You just wanted to jump in and swim in them for all eternity.

The same went for peter. He had fallen, and he’d fallen hard. He just loved the way she laughed so freely and carelessly, as if there was no war. As if there was only good in the world. And oh god, those beautiful and full pink/nude lips of hers, oh how soft they looked. He’d imagined many times How’d they feel on his. Or when he’d look at her hair, such lucious and curly/wavy/straight/shaved hair. That practically shined in the sun and looked so soft, that if he touched it, he’d never want to let go.

“PETER!”, shouted out a boyish voice right next to the daydreaming and love struck boy. Peter had to hold onto the train seat to steady himself from the shocking noise and having to comprehend what was happening. Turning towards the voice ready to fight for his siblings if needed, only to be hit in the face with his suitcase. “We’re here you idiot!”, Edmund, oh how he wanted to punch that boys face. But than it dawned on him, was he day dreaming for THAT long? He looked around to see if it wasn’t another stupid joke, and it certainly wasn’t, since he was the only one in the cart left. Everyone else was already outside and on the carriage that seemed to be for them.

Peter quickly grabbed his bag without any hesitation and ran out the train, jumping at the last step. He continued to jog all the ay over to the carriage where he was met with another smirk of the girl he adored. The mischievous look in her eyes as she had looked him over, head to toe, made his body feel as if he was shot by an electric bult. Oh and how his heart swelled. “Are you listening to me boy!?”, he once again was yelled at, which was caused, again, by day dreaming.

Peter looked at the new and unfamiliar woman who had just yelled at him, seeing that she had wrinkles all over her face, and practically radiated an aura of strictness and power. Something and someone he didn’t want to mess with. “Y-Yes ma’am.”, peter responded quickly with well learned manners.

“Good, now hurry up, we can’t keep the Professor waiting!” She said in an annoyingly shrill voice, that was already giving you a head ache. You rolled your eyes at her, but than looking over at peter and watching as he lifted his, seemingly heavy, suit case without breaking a sweat.

Biting your lip, you looked at his arms, and thought of some unholy things you could do with those strong and beautiful biceps.

“Oh, I’m gonna enjoy this.”, you had said to yourself as the carriage finally started to move, slowly, but surely moving. And you were right, you are gonna enjoy it, and you’ll make sure of it.

Tell me whatcha think in the comment, and if I should make a part 2.

[doctorstrangeaskblog]

Body Language and Facial Expression Analysis: Tony Stark and Doctor Strange Discussion on the spaceship

Let’s use some technical aspects to deduce what Tony and Stephen were thinking and how and why they reacted the way they did. First, watch the scene and then we’ll discuss bit by bit.

First, THE CLOAK OF LEVITATION DID NOT IGNORE SPIDER MAN. The Cloak DID OFFER IT’S...PAW? to handshake Spidey, however, the Cloak doesn’t have a hand. Probably this is the first time someone tries to handshake the Cloak and it doesn’t know how to act properly, also, it’s worried about Stephen. Spider is just being smol and nice.

Next scene, Stephen is standing and Tony walks past him and shakes his head. That’s a sign of CONTEMPT, DISDAIN. Stephen also doesn’t look at Stephen, something Tony wouldn’t naturally do to a partner/friend/ally, Tony’s natural reaction would be: help him out, but Tony didn’t, he looks away and shakes his head in a disapproving way. Tony is showing SUPERIORITY, it comes with disdain. Stephen, by the other hand, his chin fell a little, he waits before he stands, he watches Tony walk past him and disapprove him. His chin indicates a bit of surprise, he probably was expecting Tony to help him or to apologize or say something, considering Stephen ALMOST DIED and got hurt by hitting the floor. Tony’s mouth is contracted in a non symmetrical way, the left side looks more tense, that also is a sign of CONTEMPT.

Stephen’s eyebrows contract a little bit, but they form a curve upwards, that’s SADNESS. He’s not moving, he’s watching Tony go, somehow, Stephen is shook, he’s disappointed. Apparently, he admires Tony and seeing Tony’s CONTEMPT is making him SAD.

Tony acts patronizing towards Stephen, as if Stephen should have obeyed him, as if it was all Stephen’s fault, but Stephen isn’t buying it. Tony is acting with superiority towards Strange, but Strange wasn’t born yesterday, he has a mind of his own, he’s an alpha too. His eyebrows are a little contracted, but very little, but they still are facing up, curved, there’s still a bit of SADNESS on his face. His eyebrows and upper eyelids are contracted moving up, that means a level of SURPRISE, Stephen didn’t expect Tony would treat him that way, and that makes him sad. But his mouth, he contracted his lips’ muscles, his lips are extended wide to the sides, that’s a bit of FEAR, Stephen fears Tony and himself won’t be able to work together and things will only get worse. At the same time, his nostrils are getting wider, his breathing is increasing, he’s starting to get ANGRY, but not quite yet. The predominating thing about Stephen is...disappointment that made him sad, and now he’s almost getting pissed. He admires Tony but Tony treats him with contempt plus the fact he made fun of Stephen’s life goal moments earlier. Hard day, Stephen.

Moments later, Strange calms down, his face relaxes a bit, he looks down. Looking down normally means disappointment or shame, and indeed, Stephen just had to be saved and he’s disappointed at how Tony treated him, it makes sense. His eyebrows still are curved upwards, he’s still sad. His nostrils relaxed, the anger that started building up inside him calmed down, he controlled it.

Then, what happens next? Peter interrupts. Stephen notices Peter is acting under Tony. His eyebrow contracts a LOT, he frowns, all the anger he was holding comes out, his voice also increases because of it. His cheek muscle contracts next to his nose, that means DISGUST, he’s disgusted Tony could have brought Peter, a kid, to that ship (Stephen’s moral code is extremely against wars, and specially, about bringing kids to wars), he still doesn’t know Peter sneaked into the ship. Stephen makes his anger face with disgust and starts to question Tony. To be clear, Stephen’s indignation isn’t towards Peter, but it’s towards Tony. He’s like “WHAT? BESIDES TREATING ME LIKE TRASH YOU BROUGHT A KID???” Stephen closing his eyes is an attempt of refusal of what he’s living and seeing.

Tony is being questioned by Strange, so what does he do? He closes himself by crossing his arms. His lips are contracted, facing down, he’s SCARED. He’s frowning as well, he’s not approving Strange, he’s tense, his shoulders are tense, he’s seeking stability in his own arms.

Stephen continues questioning Tony, “What is he? Your ward??”. Stephen’s nose clearly shows DISGUST, REVULSION, he didn’t expect Tony to bring a kid to the ship, he’s showing his teeth and gesticulating abruptly, exposing his anger. His frowning got stronger and his nostrils are wider again.

After that, Stephen finds out Peter sneaked into the ship, so he calms down completely, understanding that it wasn’t Tony’s fault that there’s a kid on board. Still, Stephen’s eyebrows are upward, they indicate a slight surprise, his lips are parted as well, SURPRISE. Besides that, his expression looks neutral, he’s basically returning to his neutral self, curious about Peter.

After Peter misunderstands his name, Stephen feels offended, his mouth contracts and its corners move downwards, his eyebrows curve upwards again, SADNESS. He’s annoyed, yes, his nostrils are wide and he stares Peter for brief seconds, but his general expression indicates sadness and upsetting emotions in general, and he’s annoyed at everything that’s going on.

Peter looks confused, he looks lost, his eyebrows are neutral and his lips have a natural little contraction next to his cheeks (Tom Hollands’ face), he’s basically lost, watching Tony and Stephen, reacting to things.

Stephen returns to normal, he’s calm again, and now he suggests they should all go back to assemble with the other Avengers, Wong and the other stones. Strange’s face has the basal tension, but in general, it’s neutral. His voice is calmer as well.

Tony however, isn’t calm. He doesn’t want to return to Earth, he wants to follow to Titan to attack Thanos with a surprise attack. Tony is SUPER TENSE. He’s way more tense than Stephen is, probably because New York and because of the nightmares, His jaw is contracted, his eyes are wider than usual, he’s SCARED, walking in an agitated way.

Then, Tony can’t contain his fear and his eyebrows do this. Lifting the eyebrow muscles with such intensity means FEAR. His lips are contracted and they’re being extended to the external sides, that’s also fear. His neck is contracted as well and his nostrils are wide, he’s very very scared.

Stephen is calmer, he’s way more stable than Tony at the moment. Strange arguments they should go back, the idea of following to Titan is ABSURD to Strange, when he suspects Tony doesn’t want to go back, his eyebrows contract a little, he doesn’t know if he’s going to feel angry or if he’s going to feel surprised yet.

Tony knows Stephen isn’t going to approve his idea, but he suggests they should proceed to Titan. Tony is scared, he’s feeling super vulnerable and he feels he has to convince Stephen, who is calm at the moment. Tony uncrosses his arms since he has to open himself a bit in order to convince Stephen, however, he still feels closed, so his hands remain crosses. Tony also uses his arms to cover his abdomen, that means he’s feeling VULNERABLE. Tony also looks away while contracting the left side of his lips, that’s CONTEMPT, he still feels superior to Stephen. Also, Tony keeps his arms between himself and Stephen, Tony doesn’t want to open up, he doesn’t want to say that he’s afraid and he doesn’t want to lose his superior position, he still wants to be in charge, he can’t return home without defeating Thanos first. His entire body is contracted, his lips are tense and wide, that’s FEAR. He stopped contracting his eyebrows because being angry at Stephen won’t help convincing him.

Stephen realizes Tony doens’t want to return home. Strange hates that idea, he thinks it’s suicide and he believes the best way to win is to return to Earth and regroup with everyone. Stephen grits his teeth, contracting his jaw, that’s ANGER, he also contracts his eyebrows downwards his time, ANGER. He doesn’t think Tony can be serious, he think Tony’s idea is absurd.

Tony keeps his argument and Stephen starts losing his cool again. Stephen’s lips contract and form a smile, however, his cheeks and his eyes aren’t smile, so that’s not a real smile, it’s a NERVOUS SMILE, the left side of his lips starts showing CONTEMPT towards Tony. He always saw Tony as a rational, super clever man, and now he’s watching Tony taking his stupidest choice. He still doesn’t know why Tony thinks that way, to his logic, strategic eyes, Tony is lost, acting stupid and crumbling before him, he begins to stop taking Tony seriously and he’s ready to open a portal and kick Tony back to Earth.

Tony then opens up and approaches Stephen super fast. Tony decided that convincing Stephen to go to Titan is more important than hiding the true reasons why he wants to fight Thanos so fast, so he approaches Strange, reducing the distances between them. He also uncrosses his arms and starts making strong gesticulations with his arm, downwards. Moving your finger or arm downwards normally means you’re affirming DOMINATION (you submit things). Tony wants to show Stephen he’s in control, he knows what he’s saying, he’s serious and he’s looking Strange in the eye, that means his contempt for Stephen reduced a little. His voice also increases, he’s showing he’s the dominant one.

Tony gets even closer, INVADING STEPHEN’S PERSONAL SPACE, however, Stephen doesn’t back away, Stephen DOESN’T MOVE, that’s his way of telling Tony he’s an alpha too and he won’t give up control. Stephen is very convinced they should return to Earth and more: Stephen has the POWER to take Tony and Peter back to Earth if he wants, that’s why Tony feels he HAS to convince Stephen, he needs his collaboration. Stephen keeps looking Tony in the eye, however, Stephen isn’t showing anger, he’s just watching Tony and reacting to him. Stephen didn’t cross his arms or closed himself to Tony, it means Stephen wants to TALK, he’s open to discussion. Tony so far only had partners who had their own ideas, so he had to impose his own thought or work alone, however, this time is different, Stephen knows Tony is as intelligent as himself or more (Tony is officially smarter) and Stephen knows he has to work TOGETHER with Tony, no matter what they decide.

Tony sees Stephen doesn’t back away, Stephen doesn’t feel intimidated by Tony’s initially aggressive, invasive action, so Tony changes his attitude, he appeals, he puts his hands together and PLEADS/ASKS for Stephen’s cooperation and starts explaining why he can’t return home without beating Thanos, he talks about the nightmares, about all the agony he has been through, and Stephen keeps listening. Tony isn’t arguing anymore, he’s exposing his point of view from equal to equal.

Tony doesn’t see any reaction from Stephen, he starts getting afraid Stephen will disagree with him and refuse to follow to Titan, so Tony appeals to his emotions, Tony appeals to Stephen’s EMPATHY: Tony touches Stephen’s arm/chest, he must have noticed how Stephen admired him at first, now he’s super close to Strange, eye to eye, Tony’s voice is almost begging Strange to stay and help him, and Stephen doesn’t care about going to a suicidal mission, however, Stephen is thinking about two main things: Peter’s safety (a kid) and their chances of winning, which would be higher if they returned and assembled with the other Avengers. Stephen’s jaw is CONTRACTED, he’s TENSE, he’s not buying it just yet.

Stephen realizes how Tony is motivated to go, he starts sweating, he noticed how Tony’s mind is in deep agony, he sees the face and the emotions Tony was hiding and he sees how things are serious, he knows Tony won’t work if they don’t go to Titan. He also considers going to Titan and making a surprise attack isn’t that absurd, it could work if they planned together. His eyes are watery and his lips are contracted in a pout, Stephen probably wants to CRY (or already is crying, his tears just aren’t rolling down). He’s deciding if he’s accepting Tony’s idea or not.

Finally, Stephen relaxes his chin, he gives up his rigid position and finally decides to agree with Tony’s idea. Tony still is tense, believing Strange won’t agree, just like the fellow Avengers normally rejected his ideas, treating him like a playboy, Tony knows Stephen doesn’t treat him with superiority or like a playboy, Stephen treats him like an equal, he acknowledges that and his frowns turns out to be more like worry than anger or intimidation.

Stephen says “fine” and agrees with Tony, who tilts his head in INDIGNATION/SURPRISE/STRANGENESS, Tony wasn’t expecting Stephen to agree with him, just like most Avengers never did when it came to his crazy (but genial) ideas and plans. Stephen, who was calmer before, got affected by Tony’s energy and now he is more instable than before, he’s sweating, his eyes are wet, his chin and jaw are locked again. Both are so scared.

Stephen agrees, but not he explain his own point of view and the possible consequences. Strange is the Eye’s guardian and he protects it with his life, considering the Eye’s importance and the bad consequences that would happen if it felt in the wrong hands, Strange has to be honest and warn Tony that if he has to choose between the Eye and Peter or Tony (or his own life), he’ll choose the Eye. Stephen’s eyes are looking right into Tony’s, his eyebrows are being raised, the expression on his face are CONGRUENT, what means he’s telling the TRUTH, he’s being HONEST. His eyebrows aren’t contracted, he isn’t frowning and his lips aren’t contracted towards any specific place, therefore STEPHEN IS NOT THREATENING TONY, HE’S BEING HONEST.

After talking, Stephen’s eyebrows are slightly contracted, but they’re curved up, that’s SADNESS. Stephen’s lips corners also are facing down, that also indicates SADNESS. He’s still making eye contact with Tony. Stephen explained the BAD CONSEQUENCES going to Titan could have, including a scenario he would have to choose between the Time Stone and Tony or Peter and Stephen’s face is showing HE IS SAD/WOULD BE SAD ABOUT IT. In other words, Stephen CARES, and he’s WORRIED, he’s SCARED that those bad possibilities could happen.

Tony, however, doesn’t take that kindly. Just the mention of Peter having to be sacrificed making him mad. Tony’s eyebrows contracted A LOT, THAT’S ANGER. His lips also contracted together with the muscles of his neck and his cheeks, that’s ANGER. He’s also staring Stephen with offensive eyes (compare to how Stephen is looking at Tony sweetly). Just the thought of Stephen not saving Peter is making him insane and the feeling of guilt doesn’t help.

Stephen notices that change in Tony’s temper, and instead of fighting back, Stephen remains unarmed, he keeps his eyes and eyebrows in tense position, but without frowning, his forehead’s muscles are curved up, that’s SADNESS, his lips are tense as well, and the corners still are facing down, SADNESS, and his face is pointing downwards, not upwards, so Stephen isn’t showing superiority, he’s looking right into Tony’s eyes and confirming if that’s what he really wants to do. He’s not just sad at the possible sad endings, he’s sad because of how Tony is looking at him. For someone who very very likely admired Tony, being stared angrily and treated with disdain is making him sad.

Tony notices Stephen isn’t fighting back, he notices he’s being honest, so Tony lowers his weapons a little, however, his lips still are contracted to the sides and his eyebrow is frowning, he’s scared. He can’t hide to Stephen he’s scared, just like Stephen isn’t hiding how he’s scared as well. Tony is starting to notice Stephen is a lot like himself, but Strange is more emotionally balanced, so Tony holds his emotions back, he knows he needs to be rational, being angry and competitive won’t help, he realizes why Strange gave up the command to him, he knows Strange understands him and is willing to fight with him. Stephen could open a portal and go back or force them to go back, but he decides to stay and fight with Tony, and Tony starts despising Stephen a bit less, developing some empathy for him.

Tony then decides to end the conversation, he’s in control now. He understands Stephen’s point, pats his shoulder to relieve the tension between them and says he’s fine with Stephen’s conditions. Still, Tony still doesn’t understand the magnitude of Stephen’s role as the guardian of the stone, he’s being a blind optimist, refusing the bad possibilities and getting mad at any possible of failure.

To give Stephen the final blow, Tony contracts his lips’s corners, one more than the other without symmetry, that means CONTEMPT. He CONTEMPTS Stephen for considering defeat, he CONTEMPTS Stephen because he would let Peter die if he had to save the Time Stone and he CONTEMPTS Stephen because Tony still feels superior, he still sees Stephen as an obstacle in his way. Tony isn’t 100% bad for thinking like that, considering that canonically, Tony indeed is more intelligent than Doctor Strange, still, too bad for Stephen, who’s reading Tony’s face and having his heart a bit broken.

When Tony pats his shoulder and leaves, Stephen notices Tony’s contempt, Stephen is like “NO, YOU GOT ME WRONG!! I’M NOT A COLD GUY WHO WOULD LET KIDS DIE!!!” but Tony, now the alpha one in command, already decided their conversation should end, so Stephen doesn’t say a word. Stephen’s eyebrows are contracted, he’s frowning downwards, ANGER. His lips’ corners are facing down while contracted, ANGER, his nostrils are wide and his breathing got more intense, ANGER. He also follows Tony’s with his eyes, his upper and lower eyelids also are contracting, ANGER. Stephen is angry because he’s being ACCUSED WRONGLY. This is how INNOCENT people who are ACCUSED of something they didn’t do (or something they don’t agree or identify with) react, the sensation of being INJUSTICED makes anyone ANGRY and this is why Strange got that worked up, internally.

Stephen would HATE to sacrifice Peter or anyone, he would rather die or be tortured forever, however, Tony, someone he strongly admires, can’t see that. He hates how he’s not being recognized, he hates how Tony only seems to be able to see Stephen’s mistakes, not taking his role or his life mission seriously. That saddens him and angers him, but he understands Tony, and that’s why he agreed to Tony’s plan.

[zankivich]

Tol sweetheart Shawn x smol aggressive ass reader: a love blurb

Prompt: Tol is a kind, gentle sweetheart, and Smol is their adorable little ball of fire

a/n: Because, today Shawn felt comfortable enough to talk to us about what’s going on in his head, and about how his mental health works for him. Because he was honest and open and vulnerable and lovely, and I just love him endlessly. Here is sweetheart Shawn and maybe unstable reader tbh. Idk I liked it. 

She was feisty. She was blunt and charismatic and vocal in every way imaginable. Where as Shawn sometimes felt the need to apologize for existing, his little firecracker made no apologizes for anything ever. She was who she was; a five foot, three inch woman with a mouth as harsh as a truck driver, and curves so soft her whole persona could give you whiplash. She was beautiful and wonderful and sometimes fucking crazy, and he loved every goddamn minute of.

Shawn’s favorite pastime was watching his girlfriend get into fights at bars. The first time, of course, as any rationale being might think, it was absolutely terrifying. But the second he tried to intervene, or help her in anyway, she turned her anger on him. He learned very quickly to never be on that side ever again, and quickly understood that she never needed his help, accept for when it meant them getting tossed from said bar.

They were out with friends on a friday night, and she was downing shots of tequila like they were water. She was wearing jeans and this designer white t-shirt that was torn and tattered until it hung off her shoulder in just the right way of badassery. She decided not to wear heels that night, because she wanted to: “get fucked up, and not face plant”. So, she was especially tiny in her sneakers, and especially fucking radiant when she was throwing her arms around his larger frame.

“Fucking love you.” She murmured knotting her fingers in his shirt to tug him close to her body.

He beamed at her in that way that he knew told the whole world how gone he was, but he couldn’t help it, and he never wanted to.

“I love you too, baby.” He smirked. “You feeling good?”

“I’m feeling wonderful. You drunk enough to dance with me yet?”

“Someone’s gotta get the two of us home safe and sound, sweetheart. I can’t do that if I break something trying to keep up with you.”

She rolled her eyes and took his drink out to his hand to steal a sip.

“Fine. Can I bounce my ass on your dick while you stand still, or is that too much coordination for you too?”

God he loved her.

“No that much I think I can handle.”

Drake’s The Motto is playing and all of their friends are scream singing the words together and she’s just practically bent in half like a sexy pretzel. He’s leaning against the bar and he has no fucking clue what to do with the way her body is moving. He’s afraid to even reach out and touch less it stop the way her ass is moving. So he holds his drink and keeps his hips pressed forward and watches in utter amazement like he always does. When she comes up for air she’s focused on him and him only and it just happens to be the best feeling in the entire world. When she wraps her arms around him and presses her lips against his, his whole body lights up. There’s nothing in the world he can focus on but the taste of her mouth and the feel of her hips beneath his hands. She’s absolutely intoxicating. And so forgive him for not being very aware of his surroundings.

They stumble into some dude who was a little too cool for school in size too small polo. He wraps his arms a little tighter around her waist and pulls her against him so they don’t fall into him further.

“We’re sorry man!” He snorted still smiling like the pretty happy guy he was.

Polo guy spilled a little beer on his polo and immediately became a fireball of toxic masculinity.

“Yo control your bitch, bro! You ruined my fucking shirt!”

Somewhere, sometime, there’s a romcom where the boyfriend defends his girlfriend’s honor in a bar when a shitty guy talks disrespectfully towards her. This is not that romcom.

His girlfriend, so quickly that even he doesn’t notice, grabs his Corona bottle off of the bar counter and smashes it over jackass’ head.

“Who’s a bitch?! You wanna fucking go, asshole?!”

That’s his girl. Never has he seen anyone go from drunken adorable cuteness to absolute fire and brimstone in a matter of seconds. It is so incredibly unhealthy. And….against his best judgement? Hot as all hell. The security guard walking aggressively their way somehow does not have a similar sentiment.

“And it is officially time to go!”

“Aye I didn’t even do anything! This bitch is psycho!”

“I assure you continuing to call her bitch is not going to help your fucking circumstances, dickhead!” He yelled trying to contain his adorable, and scary, girlfriend.

“I will cut you! I will literally cut your balls off and feed them to you through a metal straw, which is the only way you’ll be eating anything when I kick your fucking teeth in!”

Shawn threw his girlfriend over his shoulder because it seemed to be the only effective way to keep her contained apparently.

He shrugged at the security guard. “You’ve got to admire her commitment to the environment though right? I mean a metal straw? That’s just sweet.”

“Get the fuck out of the bar!”

“Yea, no, that’s fair!”

They stumbled out of the club, the cool night air causing goosebumps to raise on his overheated skin as he finally set her back on the ground. She’s still pissed and it takes a lot of coddling and forhead kissing to get her to calm the entire hell down, and even then she’s got a fire in her eyes that he only ever sees when she’s drawing blood or making him cum. He reaches for her face in his palms, her skin still red and sweaty and pulls her lips softly against his.

“Look at me.” He whispered tilting her chin. “We’re okay now, right? We don’t need to fight anymore. You’re safe with me.”

She lets a sigh leave her body and the rest of the fire sort of bleeds out of her. They’re okay. It’s all okay. It just takes her a little while to recognize it sometimes.

“Did I do too much?” She mumbled titling her eyes up at him with an innocence that made his heart sore.

How could someone so fucking sweet knock the shit out of a three hundred pound man in a bar? And then look at him like a wounded kitten. Bestill his heart.

“He disrespected you. He said something horrible and he had no right…”

“But?”

He smiled softly and squeezed at her cheeks.

“But, we probably shouldn’t resort to assault every time someone says something mean to us.”

She sighed, her arms coming to settle along his waist. He loved her touch.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. Did I ruin the night?”

“Course not. I’m with my baby. Nothing could ruin that. You’re perfect.” He assured her.

She smiled and it made him unbelievably happy. He just sort of loved her with everything that he had.

“I love you.” She whimpered. “Sorry for being so angry all the time.”

“I love you too. And as long as you’re not angry at me, we can work through it.”

“Never could be angry at you.”

“Good. Let’s go home.” He murmured.

“Mkay.”

[rhetoricalrogue]

Comforting kisses for the squishes ❤️

This is from our Fake Married Trope story we’ve been yelling back and forth to the other about where Vincent is the Inquisitor and the rest of the Cousins Trevelyan are companions.  Takes place directly after events from In Hushed Whispers.  Mentions of dark timeline character death.  As always, Roz is @alittlestarling‘s smol to my Vincent’s tol squish mage.

Roz didn’t have many memories of the Gull and Lantern from her short stay in Redcliffe.  She recalled the first time she had entered, her charges huddled about her, hands clutching at her skirts as they tried to peer through the dimly lit room for familiar faces.  There were no little ones here to keep safe this time, only a set of stairs that led to the man who had offered sanctuary to every single mage currently hurriedly packing their meager belongings into sacks or bags or whatever they could find before the journey to Haven in the morning.

Roz didn’t know exactly what had happened in those brief breathless minutes that Vincent had been away, all she knew was that he had come back, wounded with bloodied clothing and the end of his staff at Alexius’ throat, snarling and vibrating with rage as the magister knelt in defeat.  Roz had never seen him in such a state before, and if she were honest with herself, it had frightened her a little.  She’d called out to him, hoping that maybe hearing a familiar voice would snap him out of it and it seemed as if it had worked, or at least it had calmed his anger somewhat.  Before she knew it, Vincent had dropped his staff and rushed to her side to roughly gather her in his arms for a hug that had bordered on the side of painful.  

Events had happened so quickly after that: the King and Queen’s arrival, the arrangements made to transport all of the mages to Haven, talk of what do to with the rift in the sky now that they had extra magical support…Vincent had been swept away from her amid all of it, and she guessed that as the Herald, it was to be expected.

It didn’t mean that she had to like it, not when Vincent had looked at her over the heads of others as if she was a lifeline.  She longed to cross the distance between them and offer him whatever comfort she could, but instead had nodded and let him go.

She busied herself while he was off doing whatever it was they expected him to do.  She helped people pack, made some quick herbal remedies from ingredients already set out to prepare them, and caught up with several of the people she had gotten to know during her brief time in Redcliffe.  When she saw Rolfe, who thankfully hadn’t left his brother’s side, emerge from a nearby shop with a newly purchased dagger in his hand, she knew it was time to find Vincent.

“He’s at the inn,” Rolfe said without explanation as she drew near, tucking away his new blade into an empty sheath at his boot and nodding in satisfaction at how it fit.  Reaching into a pouch at his belt, he pulled out a short wooden pipe and began stuffing it with tobacco. “Mind a light?”

Without much focus, Roz touched her finger to the bowl of the pipe and willed a small flame.  She watched as Rolfe slowly circled the bowl around her finger to make sure all the tobacco was lit before leaning back, a puff of smoke escaping his lips.  “Well, that was an interesting turn of events.”

“I honestly don’t know what to think of it yet,” she replied.  “It hasn’t sunk in.”

Another puff of smoke.  “That you’re going to have a large number of people effectively tossed out of an entire country with nowhere to go but a tiny little outpost I would struggle to even call a village that’s lacking proper shelter or resources?”

The victorious feeling diminished somewhat. “Oh.  I hadn’t thought of that yet.”  Well, it had been on her mind, but relief that these people weren’t any longer under Tevinter influence had been at the forefront of her mind.  Obviously, making sure they were free had been the main priority, as was the fact that whoever was using strange time magic was contained.  “People can’t eat on freedom and ideals alone.”

“No, but I wouldn’t worry much.  Ambassador Montilyet is clever and resourceful, I’m sure she’ll figure something out.”  He shifted his weight onto one leg and thoughtfully blew out a rather impressive smoke ring.  “I’ll get with my cousin Ada once we get back.  Her father is a well known merchant with many connections, especially around agriculture and whatnot. I bet he can pull some strings to get produce and livestock sent our way.”

“We’ll have to figure something out for housing.”

“What? Aren’t you lot used to being packed in like sardines?  I’m sure we can fit at least thirty mages in Vincent’s cabin alone.”

Roz gave him a dirty look before noticing that he was teasing, the smirk he gave her causing a dimple to appear at his right cheek.  “I could ask Vincent to write to his father, see if there’s any help there.”

Smoke shot out of Rolfe’s nostrils as he snorted dismissively, his smile quickly dissolving.  “As if he’d get any help from him.”

“Why wouldn’t he? Do you have any idea…”

“The lengths he’s gone through and amount of coin Philip Trevelyan has already spent on his precious boy to keep him on the highest shelf in that ivory tower he was shoved in just because he can set things on fire with his mind?  Yes, I do.  I’m a spy and a bastard lovechild, of course I’ve looked into my darling father to see what I missed out on.”

“I still believe that Philip has no knowledge of you.  If he had, he would have moved Thedas itself to bring you to Wycome.  You don’t know him like I do.”

Rolfe crossed his arms in front of his chest and frowned, his posture closing off.  “Believe what you wish, my lady.  In my experience, nobility will choose to hide any ugly stain under a rug and ignore it rather than bring it out in the light of day.”  He puffed angrily at his pipe, then, almost like taking a towel and wringing out any water it held, he tucked away all his emotions until his face smoothed into what Roz liked to call his default mode, his expression neutral, aloof and slightly bored.  She had a feeling that unless someone was familiar with him, they wouldn’t be able to see it as the mask it actually was.  “But enough about me and my absentee parent issues. As I said, Vincent’s up on the second floor of the inn, last room on the right.  No windows, easily defendable, I already swept it for threats.”

There was more that Roz wanted to say, but she knew when someone didn’t want to continue.  She considered herself lucky enough that Rolfe had shared what he already had with her.  “Thank you.”

Rolfe reached out and put a hand on her arm.  “He may have popped away for only a brief moment for us, but I have a feeling that he was gone for quite a bit longer.  I couldn’t get him to open up much about what he saw aside from the information important to the Inquisition, but maybe you’ll have better luck.”

And that was how Roz found herself pressing her palm against the wood of Vincent’s door, wondering if she should knock first or merely enter the room as she had done for what seemed most of her life.  In the end, she decided to do both, softly knocking as she carefully opened the door.

She found him perched on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands and his shoulders shaking.  He started at the sound of the door and Roz felt her heart breaking at the sight of wet tracks across his cheeks.  He barely breathed her name and she was across the room, standing between his knees and gathering him in her arms as he pressed his face against the side of her neck, his breath warm against her skin.

“Shhh,” she whispered, her fingers running through his hair, her lips finding his forehead as his arms circled her waist, big hands splaying across her back only to grab fistfuls of her blouse as if to ground himself there in the moment.  “It’s okay, I’m here for you.”

Vincent didn’t say anything as he leaned back, his eyes closing as Roz gently wiped tears away with the pads of her thumbs.  He looked utterly exhausted, as if he had aged years in between the time they had walked up to Redcliffe Castle and now.  “Tell me what happened, Vincent.  Please.”

“Two years,” he croaked.  “Alexius sent Dorian and I into the future and I saw that it hadn’t taken the Elder One long at all to bring ruin to the world.”

Roz tried to form questions, but they all wound up jumbling together.  Did Vincent spend two years in the future, or did he merely land there?  What was the Elder One?  What sort of ruin did he see?  She listened as his story unfolded, moving from standing in front of him to sitting on the bed beside him.

“You were there too.”  It was quiet, his voice tight as if he wanted to voice what horrors he had seen and yet wanting to spare her from learning about her fate in that doomed place.

“Whatever happened, it wasn’t me.”

“They gave you magebane, to keep you from casting.  They hadn’t started mining red lyrium from your body, but they’d used it to corrupt you.”

Roz reached for his hand and threaded her fingers with his.  “But you saved that version of me, didn’t you?  We fought together?”

Vincent closed his eyes and bowed his head.  With his free hand, he gestured towards the used basin sitting at the room’s side table.  From her spot near him, she could see the rag draped over the bowl was stained a washed out red.  “Most of that is yours.”  He clenched his hands into fists, the hand she held squeezing around her fingers.  “I…you…”  He took a breath and turned to look her in the eye.  “A desire demon.  I had to…”

Roz couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath.  “Oh, Vincent.”  She reached out to touch his face, but he flinched and jerked away.

“She gave you back, right…right before.  I held you as you died, then I had to leave you.  Out of everything that I’ve ever done in my life, being forced to kill my best friend…”  He looked away, fresh tears sliding down his cheeks.  “I don’t want to ever do that again.”

This time he didn’t flinch when she cupped his cheek in her palm.  “You won’t have to, I promise.  Demons have to have a way in; I won’t give them one.”

Vincent gently took her hand away from his cheek.  “You already have.”  Slowly and purposely, he turned her palm over and traced the still healing slash over her palm, the mark made out of desperation as rogue templars had surrounded her in the hinterlands, her death all but imminent had Vincent not discovered her in time.  Not breaking eye contact, Vincent slid the loose sleeve of her blouse up, exposing the faint, silvery scars that still lay on her freckled skin.  She’d been so careful to hide what healing magic hadn’t quite erased yet, spending a little time each day to make certain the injuries faded.  Eventually they’d disappear completely, but until then, she’d been so careful to only nick herself as she and Alderis had practiced in the dark hours of the night inside the Circle, any discovered cuts easily disguised as scratches she could have gotten from any number of plants they kept in the greenhouses. 

“I didn’t want you to know about that.”

“I think I always knew.  I had suspicions; that dark future only confirmed them.”

She withdrew her hand from him and moved her sleeve back in place.  “You must think…”  she stood up, lip trembling.  “I’ll leave in the morning.”

He straightened.  “What?  Roz, no.”  Vincent grabbed onto her hands to keep her from bolting out the room.  “I didn’t tell you that I knew in order to drive you away.  You are the most important person in my life, blood magic won’t change that.”  He stood up with her and pressed his forehead against hers.  “I would have moved all of Thedas if I had the chance to see you one last time, had our places been reversed.”

Roz let out a shaky breath, her arms wrapping around his waist as his lips pressed against her cheek, once, then twice.  “I can stay?”

It was his turn to brush an errant tear away before he gathered her in his arms.  “Always.  Stay with me, Rosalind.  Please.”

She nodded, her hands sliding across his back.  “Always.”  She stepped back and a wave of her hand extinguished the candles save for the one by the bed.  “Rest, you had a long day.”  She saw the question in his eyes before he asked it.  Wordlessly, she took off her shoes and crawled into bed, her back hitting the wall it was shoved against as she made room for both of them to fit on the narrow mattress.

“It’s going to get a lot longer before the end of this.”  It was supposed to be a joke, but Vincent thought of the army of demons and assassination attempts that still needed to be stopped and suddenly felt overwhelmed. He wasn’t a savior, someone Andraste Herself had sent to save the world.  He was a reluctant battlemage, forced to train and fight in battles not of his making.  He was a Senior Enchanter, tasked with teaching young mages how to use their magic and more comfortable in the classroom than out in the field.  He was…

He was only one man.

“Stop thinking, Vincent,” Roz gently told him, her hand brushing hair out of his eyes.  The last of the light went out as she extinguished the candle near the bed, leaving them in the dark.  “All the things you saw that we’ll need to prevent will still be there in the morning.”

“You’re right.”  He settled into the pillow before stiffening.  “The morning.  We need to find places for…”

Roz blindly reached out and pressed her fingers against his lips.  “We’ll find a way to work through hurdles when we get to them.  It may not look like it, but you don’t have to do things all on your own, you know.”

Without thinking, he kissed her fingers.  “I do forget that.  Thanks for reminding me I’m not alone.”

They were quiet, slowly dozing off to sleep, when Roz spoke next.  “You’ll never be alone, not as long as I’m around.  You aren’t the only one who would move mountains to get back to the people important to you.”

Vincent didn’t reply, but he drew her closer, the warmth from her body and soft, vaguely floral scent that wafted from her hair grounding him in the present.

Whatever happened tomorrow, they’d face it.  Together.

Types of kisses

[marshmallow-fireside-keith]

Pregnant Keith Fic Catalogue

(Mobile Edition)

About this list:

This list is meant to be an exhaustive, one-stop-shop for those looking for pregnant Keith (in the Sheith pairing, for now. I am open to other pairings if people would like this) fics. This is NOT a recc list. This is a catalogue. The works on this list are not sorted by taste, nor user, nor bias. Like a library catalogue, every fic (that I have been made aware of/ found) that contains the premise ‘pregnant Keith’ in some fashion is included. This list took hours sorting through multiple tags, so that you, the reader do not have to. If a fic is missing, please let me know, as this is meant to be an updated post. The ONLY reason it would be missing would be me not finding it, messing up, or not knowing about it. Any and all fics are welcome here, as long as they meet the basic content requirement of pregnant Keith.

If you see your fic on here and want it taken down, or edited, please also let me know!

Thank you all! Let me know if you’d like an Omega Keith version of this. That will take considerably longer, but if y’all want it, I’m happy to put it together.

Current as of: July 9, 2018

Omega-Zero by PackThePack @packthepack

It’s not easy, feeling like a stranger on your own body. It is confusing and throat-tying. It makes you want to crawl out of your skin, while wanting to crawl inside as much as possible. Small enough so you would almost disappear. It is hazy and cold, and it is shallow. The feeling of being left alone with yourself without a way to escape was no tender company. But right now it was the only company Keith had.

The Moon Hangs Low by newtype @?

While traveling with the Blade of Marmora recovering Zarkon's former territory, Keith reaches the cusp of Galran maturity as soon-to-be fertile omega. Concerned for his well-being, Ulaz sends Shiro with Keith to an isolated sanctuary bathhouse to observe his heats. Accepting the offer, the two finally find themselves with the privacy they've been long waiting for.

Skip the Pleasentries by FullmetalReborn @omggiogiothings​

Staring at the cow on the other end of the pregnancy test, giving him a creepy smile with white luscious hair, (Pidge had some damn weird tastes but the saint actually went to purchase them for him so he couldn't complain) makes him want to strangle past him. Pidge sat down by his starfished body and looked at the stick (‘I peed on it. Please don't put it so close to your face.’) “Looks like you have a little gremlin.”

Within These Final Hours by orphan_account

Okay so, I've been writing this for the past three weeks and now that it's done I can finally start posting and writing my OTHER Voltron fic. As someone who has watched the old Voltron series, I was both excited and slightly unnerved when I heard the show was being remade. Remakes tend to be pretty awful... But thankfully, this one is pretty damn awesome. The second season is making me nervous though...Swear if anything happens to Shiro, I'm gonna lose it.

Anyway, I'll post chapters twice a week, on Wednesdays and Saturdays. Pretty standard Omega!Verse fic, as well as some Galra!Kieth stuff... But yeah, I can't promise any specific time, probably going to be around noon usually - Chicago time zone -, but I just finished proofreading chapter one - with some slight revision - and I decided to post it now. But here, take this sin, there will be smut in later chapters. This entire fic will be completely posted by the 20th.

I should have the next one finished and I can start posting a new fic. I hope you guys enjoy, constructive criticism is welcomed but please be kind with your words. I tend to react badly to cruel words.

I am also in dire need of a beta! If anyone is interested, please contact me at BaoziiBoi@gmail.com

Thanks everyone, I'm excited to finally start sharing my works. Remember, I am but a smol 16 year old, so my writing style is sill in development. I am by no means a professional and I do not intend on chasing a profession in this field. This is for fun and I would like to keep it that way.

Bearing by Jibbly @jibblyuniverse

Maybe the pressure of being leader of Voltron is getting to him.

All of these thoughts are in the back of his mind, when Kolivan calls for help.

His resources are thinning out, and he asks for a lion. Keith offers himself instead. Much to the surprise of the team. Shiro standing in the center of the control deck with a look of disappointment in his eyes.

Kolivan hesitates, before agreeing to letting Keith come to train at the Blade of Mamora.

Day Eleven: Peridot by bandgeek1stbassclarinet

Peridots are traditionally given to celebrate 16 years of marriage.

He can't bake, but he'd be a hell of a dad. by Golden_Asp @?

Keith and Shiro have been trying for a baby since returning to Earth. Maybe this heat will be the one that it finally happens.

ABO AU, post saving the universe.

Lonely Star by keithyourpal @keithyourpal

Takashi's death brings Ryou and Keith together, and in the following year they help each other make peace and rebuild their lives--until Keith goes missing.

Two Plus Twins by NoNotThat

Prequel to Twins Plus One!

Shiro and Keith are going to be parents and Shiro has to deal with mood swings first hand.

Akira by Tay (erentitanjaeger) @?

Shiro returns home to his mate and one-day old child.

Cursed by Al_D_Baran @?  

Keith investigates to find the Beast that terrorises his husband's lordship.

Miracles and Blessings by Gootbuttheichou@?

My Sheithlentines gift for Pinfuyu/XuanPinku!

If the Silence Takes You by keithyourpal@keithyourpal

Sven recovers after helping Team Voltron secure the trans-reality comet. Desperate to get back into the line of duty, his recklessness leads to his capture by the Alteans.

You Fight with a Galra Soldier by laterie @babe-in-red

Keith is not able to fight, but Shiro certainly is.

The Reasons I Scream at Night by ThirteenSocks @safeautistickeith

Shiro is a veteran returning from a year in captivity and trying to piece his life back together. Keith is an immigrant from the stars. They meet at the café Keith works at. But no sooner have they fallen in love does Shiro accidentally get Keith pregnant.

Between Shiro dealing with his PTSD and Keith with his adjusting to the new culture, the two find they must lean on each other to navigate having a baby on the way.

But life is never so simple, as their pasts come back to haunt them, and the war everyone thought was over was only just beginning.

Arc: Sine: Chapter 1-29 Complete

Arc: Cosine: Chapter 31-?

Reasons .5 by ThirteenSocks @safeautistickeith

Shiro curved his left palm around the jut of a hip. His thumb nearly reaches halfway across the small back, the rest of his fingers getting brushed a heavy cock that bounces with his thrusts. He took another risk that ”mentally present” him would soon enough chastise himself for. He threaded metals fingers through the base of Keith’s thick, silky braid, and jerked back. Keith cried out again. Using the new leverage, Shiro drew him back like a bow; hauling his hips upwards as far as they would go, and creating the dip in his back by the grip on his hair.

Strip Me of Shame by laterie @babe-in-red

"Don't do this to me."

Keith’s anger launched a disaster. His need to find the answers is rising to the point, where Shiro is losing his control over the Red Paladin and their lives. A whole new universe is opening for Keith. Will he find his real home?

Aurulent by drrkrbbt @?

An "accident" in the middle of the night turns a lot more interesting than Keith had expected.

The Long Way Back by fio @?

As a gladiator, and now Champion, Shiro has given up hope of ever returning to Earth. But when his captors deliver his 'prize'—an omega, a descendant of both Galran and Altean blood used by the Galra to breed with the strongest aliens they capture—he's offered a chance to escape.

There's just one catch: Shiro has to get him pregnant to do it.

Happy Accidents by ShirosRedKnight (SweetFanfics) @shirosredknight

Keith’s never understood the term ‘happy accident’. It’s too much of an oxymoron because how can an accident be happy? It just didn’t seem possible.

But that was before now.

Weekend at Pidge’s by chocolatemoosey @chocolatemoosey​

Keith took Shiro gently by the jaw and pulled him into a kiss, “She’s fine. Hunk and Lance are there with her – between the three of them, I think things are gonna be okay.”

Meanwhile, at the other paladins' house: “THINGS ARE DEFINITELY NOT OKAY."

Pidge, Lance, and Hunk have offered to watch Keith and Shiro's toddler for a night while the couple celebrates their anniversary. Add a hostage situation to the mix and things go about as well as expected.

Inherit the Stars by Masrrkan @souais

It's time that Keith moved on with life, one that was full of happiness, his husband, and his son.

(Fic was originally posted before s5. So no Lotor or Matt. This is canon divergent past s4 and doesn't fully mesh with the current story in the show.)

A Single Step by bouquetofwhoopsiedaisies @bouquetofwhoopsiedaises

After the war with the Galra Empire finished, Keith and Shiro settled down on a nice planet together and started a small, happy family. Then, their daughter was kidnapped, and they spent years searching for her. When they find her, she is scared and volatile, a feral creature that needs to be taught how to trust again. Luckily, her dads are ready to help her every step of the way, even if those steps are slow to come. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

Gredelin by AccordionOwl @accordionowl

A story about how Shiro and Keith deepening their relationship and Keith realizing something about his galra heritage as things starts to happen to his body.

The Beast That Eats Its Tail by kittypox @kittypox

Retiring from the coalition is easier said than done, even in Keith's condition. Even with his mighty alpha mate protecting him, he somehow still manages to get caught in the midst of the coalition's war with the rebel group, The Hand of Krell. Time is not on the coalition's side as they struggle to squash the power vacuum and discover how the paladins are linked to the mysterious beast the rebels worship. Keith does not know what this 'Beast That eats It Tail' is and why the rebels are so keen on feeding him to it, but he does not intend on finding out.

Leaving It All Behind bykittypox @kittypox

There are reasons to turn from war. Settled in his stomach, Keith finds his one reason to not only turn from the war effort, but to abandon Voltron and his mate.

[teachingoutsidethebinary]

This Ending is Better

Summary: During the airport scene in Captain America Civil War, Bucky Barnes is shocked to learn that someone has invited a child to the fight. Determined to protect this smol bean, he marches in the middle of the battle to give Tony Stark a piece of his mind. 

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, T’Challa

Warnings: cursing

A/N: This story is based off this post I found from @magellan-88 . I know there’s a bunch more characters in the movie, but I am not the Russo brothers, so you get the main ones. As always, thanks for reading!

One Shot Masterlist

Bucky Barnes was convinced he had the worst luck of anyone on the planet. First, there was the whole train/HYDRA thing. Then, just as he’s getting his life together, some asshole accuses him of killing a bunch of people in a bombing at the United Nations. He was all the way in Romania buying plums for Pete’s sake! Romania is nowhere near the UN in case anyone forgot their geography lesson (which apparently, half the world did). It was bad enough that the entire world had it out for him, but he also had to drive around in a car the size of a matchbox with some idiot who wouldn’t even move his seat up. Now Bucky’s only hope of escaping was through an airport overrun with people who liked to hit each other and blow things up.

Oh yeah, Bucky Barnes was definitely the unluckiest guy ever.

Currently, he was running away from some red flash swinging across the building from what appeared to be string. The thing moved quickly as it flung itself on top of the glass roof and ran overtop of Bucky and Sam Wilson.

“What the hell is that?” Bucky yelled.

Sam shook his head as he continued to make his way down the hall. “Everyone’s got a gimmick now,” he panted.

The red thing suddenly swung away from the building and came crashing through the glass, slamming Sam into a nearby railing. Bucky secretly grinned as he got ready to take this thing out. Sam deserved to get knocked down a peg after the car incident.

Bucky pulled back his left arm and swung it full-force at the costumed superhero, but was shocked when his attack was stopped. The thing’s masked eyes widened as it held Bucky’s fist in its hand.

“You have a metal arm?” the voice gasped. “That is awesome dude!”

Bucky gaped at what he realized the outfit contained a teenage boy. His voice sounded like it had barely exited puberty, and now that Bucky got a better look, he realized the kid was a bit…underdeveloped compared to the others in the fight.

This was no place for a kid to be! What kind of moron would let a teenager come and fight someone else’s battle? Shouldn’t he be in school or something?

In his peripheral, Bucky could see Sam flying towards them ready to attack. He couldn’t stand to let the kid get hurt, so he yanked him just out of Sam’s reach.

“Ahh!” he yelped as Bucky lifted him over his left shoulder in a vice-like grip. “Let me go!” He struggled and kicked, but Bucky was stronger.

It was clear this kid had gumption. A wry grin took over Bucky’s face as his mind flashed back to all the times he had to help small Stevie out of sticky situations. Stevie could never back down from a fight, no matter how outmatched he was. And this kid was definitely out of his league.

“Barnes, what the hell are you doing?” Sam yelled as he pushed himself up. Bucky ignored him as he walked outside.

“What’s your name?” Bucky asked the kid.

“Peter,” he replied. “Now let me go!

“Not a chance.” Bucky passed a whole group of suitcases that had been thrown out of one of the planes. He reached down into a broken one to pull out a blanket.

“Put me down!” the kid continued to whine. “I’ve gotta impress Mr. Stark, and I can’t do it from here!” He punched Bucky’s back causing him to grunt. That was one difference between this kid and Stevie…Stevie’s punches never made anyone wince.

“Stark, huh?” Bucky mumbled. He dodged one of Wanda’s incoming cars and stood in the middle of the tarmac. “HEY STARK!” he yelled over the explosions.

Suddenly, all movement ceased. Once the rest of Wanda’s cars came crashing down, all anyone could hear was the roar of the flames from an earlier tanker explosion. Steve looked over his shield and began rushing towards Bucky once he realized who his best friend was about to take on.

Bucky saw Tony hover in the air a few yards ahead. The faceplate of his mask came off, and his eyes widened in fear as he saw who Bucky was holding.

“Hey!” Tony exclaimed, lowering his suit to the ground. “He’s mine!”

“Buck,” Steve said, “what are you-”

Bucky glared at both Tony and Steve since they were the leaders of this little assembly of heros. “Who the hell,” he growled, “brings a kid to a full-on battle?”

Tony held up a finger as his the bottom of his suit reached the ground. “First of all, he’s not…exactly a kid,” Tony reasoned.

Peter struggled as Bucky put him on the ground and wrapped him tightly in the blanket. The poor kid had to be in shock, he reasoned with himself. Peter let out a surprised yelp as Bucky tugged his blanketed form against his broad chest.

“You are significantly older,” Bucky growled. “You should know better than to bring a kid with something to prove to a fight like this!”

Peter huffed underneath his mask. “I’m not a kid,” he muttered. He tried again to wriggle out of Bucky’s grasp, but he had no luck.

“He can handle himself!” Tony shot back. “I told him to stay out of serious danger, and I’ve got his back!”

Bucky scoffed. “Serious danger? Trust me, I spent my entire teenage years keeping Stevie over there out of “serious danger”. When they’ve got fight in ‘em, there’s no holding them back.”

Steve couldn’t believe his best friend. “Now hang on,” he argued. “I handled myself just fine when we were kids. And this kid isn’t helpless, you know.”

“Like hell you did!” Bucky exclaimed. “You got in tons of fights, and each time, I had to pick your sorry ass off the ground!”

Peter looked between Steve and Bucky as they continued to bicker and argue. He had no desire to make the strong, metal armed guy any angrier than he already was. Plus, the blanket did feel kind of nice against his sore muscles.

Tony tried to interject, but the super soldiers left no room for interruption. “When did this become a damn parent-teacher conference?” he groaned to himself. Before he could try once again to stop the fighting, another voice spoke up.

“That is ENOUGH!” Everyone’s heads turned to face T’Challa. His Black Panther suit glistened under the intense gaze of the sun. Even though no one could see his actual face, they could feel the anger seething off of him.

Bucky sighed and stared at T’Challa. “I didn’t kill your father,” he declared.

T’Chall turned his head slightly, clearly not believing him. “Then why did you run?” he asked, his thick accent muffled by his mask.

Bucky blinked once, then twice, then three times. “Why did I…why did I run?” he asked, a sharp laugh escaping his throat. “Why did I run?” he repeated, his volume increasing almost to the point of hysterics. “Hmm, let’s see…”

Bucky pushed Peter down so he was sitting on the tarmac. The young Spiderman’s eyes drooped as exhaustion finally overtook his body. Bucky stalked over to T’Challa, officially done with everyone’s nonsense.

“I ran because a bunch of SWAT people tried to kill me in my own pathetic apartment! I ran because a guy in a glorified cat suit chased me off a damn roof and cost me my backpack! No normal person sticks around waiting to get attacked!” He chuckled again as he looked towards the sky. “And they want to know why I ran.”

Tony pinched his nose and stepped towards Bucky. “You have no proof, and we have footage of you at the United Nations.”

“Zemo was proof,” Steve interjected. “And he’s getting away to Siberia to wake up more super soldiers.” He pointed towards the quinjet in the hanger across the airport. “We need to go stop him.”

“And why should we believe you?” T’Challa asked.

“Do you really have anything to lose?” Steve countered.

T’Challa considered Steve’s words and nodded. “Let us go track down this Zemo character. But if you are lying,” he said, staring directly at Bucky, “I will kill you.”

“Fine!” Bucky exclaimed. “But I’m not lying.”

A decision made, everyone clambered over to the quinjet to head for Siberia. Steve guided it out of the airport, and it soon disappeared in the sky.

Peter, meanwhile, jolted awake at the sound of the roaring aircraft. He shrugged the blanket off his shoulders as he stood up. A completely deserted airport greeted him from him slumber.

“Um, guys? Where’d you go?”

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[undertaleimaginationland]

How would UT,UF,US,and SF react to their S/O being a roller derby queen but hiding it from them because they didn't want them to worry about them? Bonus points if they manage to catch a game of them being amazing, DOUBLE POINTS IF THEIR DERBY NAME IS BONE RELATED!!!! I mean if you want to...

I would love to answer this! I imagine that I wouldn’t be very good considering my horrible balance and brittle bones, but imaginary me would kick some major butt!!

Undertale

Sans-

“wait,” Sans is taken aback. “really?”

Once you admit to this lazy bones again, he leans back in his chair, bemused. “huh…” He trails off, nodding his hid coolly. In all honesty, he’s mostly shocked that you were actually able to hide such a significant detail from him for so long. “so that’s how you roll, huh babe?”

Oh, and don’t forget the puns that come with your pastime. He’s always racking his skull for new content.

When he attends his first match of yours. he absolutely nervous, buying two large containers of stress popcorn to chow down on. “what if you get hurt? oh asgore, please don’t get hurt.”

He watches you skate out and almost chokes as he reads the name on your back:

BONE TO BE WILD

For some odd reason, this comforts him just a bit and he has to keep eating in order to stop his laughter.

Once the match actually starts, its like he’s watching a completely different person. You’re plowing people down left and right, and with every person that fell before you, he would relax more and more and actually start to focus on the game. 

You’ve got this smol skele’s support and he’s definitely treating you to Grillby’s afterwards.

Paps-

“SO… IT’S LIKE ROLLER SKATING, BUT WITH A LOT MORE VIOLENCE?” Paps is pretty confused when you first admit this fun fact about yourself. Sure, he’s heard of the usual roller skating and heck, even figure skating. But roller derby?

It doesn’t ring a bell.

Once you explain the basic rules of the vigorous sport to him, jammers and all, he seems a little concerned. So that’s where all the bruises came from, huh?

“NOW S/O, I’M ONLY GOING TO SAY THIS BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.” He sucks in a sharp breath. “WHAT ARE YOU S/O?! CRAZY?!!”

You startle. That’s one of the loudest volumes you’ve ever heard him use. It takes a bit of calming down and reassurance of your skill in the sport to ease Pap into the subject. After a bit of coaxing, you even manage to convince him to go to one of your matches just so you could assure him of your safety.

“W-WELL,” Pap fiddles with his gloves, still a little embarrassed from his last outburst. “IF YOU SAY SO.”

When the day of your match arises, Pap is a nervous wreck. Like seriously, the poor tol brought a first aid kit and everything. He wants to be prepared IF and WHEN you get hurt. As much confidence he has in you, there’s an even bigger part of him that just wants to protect you.

So the instant you plow some poor competitor out of your way, his jaw literally drops. What. Just. Happened??? As you skate around the rink, he finally notices your name, ‘THE GREAT S/O’, and his mind = blown.

He profusely apologizes afterwards for ever doubting you and treats you to heapings of his famous spaghetti. Bless him.

Underfell

Red-

“aw. you wanna go roller skating with me? how cute.” Uh, I think he misheard you.

When you tell him that 1.) You said roller DERBY and 2.) You didn’t want him skate with him, rather have him watch you, he freezes up.

“what?” He chortles. “y-you’re fuckin’ joking, right?” The laughter is taking over him as your anger does to you. He really doesn’t believe you, does he?

You huff angrily as you sweep your duffel bag of gear. “I’ll be at the rink. Don’t follow me.” And with that, you’re out the door. Your offer for him to watch has officially expired.

He sniffles a bit of his cry-laugh tears away, still recovering from his laughter fit. Once he realizes you’re gone, he stiffens up. “crap.” Maybe he shouldn’t have been such a dick.

He teleports to the rink just to make sure you didn’t get yourself killed. His eyelights scan around and as he passes by the concessions, he overhears a particularly interesting conversation.

“Yo dude, hurry up!”

“I’m trying, I’m trying!”

“That Skull Slayer girl’s probably ambushed like, 5 girls while we were here! Hurry up!”

Red grins at the name. His curiosity has been peeked as he enters the crowded arena. Being the little cheater he is, he managed to shortcut his way to the front. Just as he’s about to settle himself in a seat, he has to dodge an oncoming player.

His glare instantly burns from the girl to the shover and in an instant, the prophesized Skull Slayer skrts by. Oh god, that’s one angry skater.

Oh wait, its just you.

His sockets are widened immensely and he has an awful impulse to laugh at how oddly things were playing out. A part of him also feels a little guilty for ever doubting you, but he ignores the feeling and settles with watching you do your thing.

Before you could see him, he vanishes. This is a secret he’s keeping to himself.

He’s also a little titillated, but shhh.

Edge- 

Edge places a gloved hand on his chest. “ARE YOU SERIOUS?” He asks with a gasp.

When you nod your head in affirmation, he gives you an odd stare as he does a double take. He scans you up and down. Is your body type suited for that sort of vicious activity? BY ASGORE IT WAS!! The resilient bones, the stubborn attitude, and that spunk in your eyes…

HOW DID HE NOT NOTICE THIS BEFORE?!?!?!

“S/O!! I DEMAND THAT I ESCORT YOU TO ONE OF YOUR MATCHES!!” You were going to invite him anyways, but it looks like he’s already put it upon himself to do the ‘asking’.

The big day comes quicker than anticipated, for Edge at least. He had been prepping your body with nutritious meals and vigorous exercises, but a self-conscious part of him felt like that wasn’t enough. A week wasn’t enough to mold you into the perfect roller derBEAST and that made him absolutely nervous as he watched you.

Well, at least he got you to change your stage name to ‘THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE S/O’. That gave him some sort of solace.

The thing about Edge was that he wasn’t necessarily nervous about your safety. Hey! You should’ve known about the dangers that came with stepping into the rink. What set him off edge (hehe) was the possibility of you making a fool of yourself, thus making him look foolish.

His ego suddenly overflowed as you smacked two skaters out of your way. A big childish grin slapped across his face as looked around at a few visibly disturbed fans from the opposing team. “HA! DID YOU SEE THAT?! YOUR PUNY FIGURE SKATERS NEVER POSED A THREAT AGAINST MY GREAT AND TERRIBLE S/O!”

After the match, for some odd reason, Edge seems a bit more clingy. He won’t let your spunky self escape him as he keeps referring to you as “THE RULER OF THE RINK”.

Underswap

Blueberry-

“SO LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT; YOU PUSH PEOPLE ON ROLLER SKATES WHILE SKATING IN CIRCLES FOR FUNSIES?” Blueberry is still trying to piece this all together.

You nod, giggling at his odd use of the word ‘funsies’.

“OH…THAT’S COOL, I GUESS?” Gosh, he feels so awkward. He wants to tell you something like, ‘THAT’S SUPER DANGEROUS!!’ or “HEY DON’T DO THAT!!’, but he wisely figures that something so passion filled must mean a lot to you. “C-COULD YOU INFORM ME ON YOUR NEXT GAME OR MATCH OR WHATEVER THEY’RE CALLED? I WOULD LOVE TO SEE YOU PLAY!” He manages to play off his concerns, albeit in a not so subtle way (to him at least).

The day of your next match comes and golly, he’s not ready. Like Tale! Pap, he’s got his whole diaper bag of medical supplies, but he takes it a step further and has 9-1-1 on speed dial. Never has Blueberry sweated so much sitting down, like seriously, I think he’s burning more calories here than he ever will in his entire life training with Alphys.

His fingers are crossed and he’s praying to whatever stronger force there is out there to keep you safe. Sure, he’s sparred with you before, but he takes it easy on you. For someone as “GREAT AND MAGNIFICENT AS HIMSELF” would be too much to handle at full force. But what about these random beefed up ladies?? They don’t know that they should be gentle with-

He flinches as you zoom by a flock of opponents, making them all fall with a single swipe. 

what.

WHAT.

I think you broke him?

When the match is finally over, you have to shake him back to his senses. Like really, the place’s empty already. Once he breaks out of his shock, he is showering you with praise and skelekisses.

Such a sweetheart.

Stretch-

“its always the sweet ones with the oddest hobbies, isn’t it?” Stretch wonders aloud as he reclines in his seat.

He strokes his chin, immediately getting himself lost in thought. “now that i think about it, that actually makes a lot of sense.”

You tilt your head. What kind of reaction was this?? “What do you mean?”

“what?” He seems quite amused at your question. “you didn’t think i was oblivious to all those bruises, didya? plus, the skates in your room were a dead giveaway.”

Welp, you kinda suck at hiding things.

You figured you might as well invite him to one of the darn matches to make up for your obliviousness.

“sure i’ll go, honeybun. i’d skate to see you go alone.”

Dumb puns aside, he does attend your match. For some odd reason, he’s the least concerned of the skeles. He sits up in the stands with a bundle of lollipops and is pretty content with the environment, save for the loud set of opposing team supporters beside him.

“Oh yeah! That other team is fucked!” One man yells.

The man besides him notices Stretch and grins, making full eye contact with him.”All they have going for them is that Femur Fever bitch! That’s it! We’ll win for sure!”

Stretch’s smile tightens. That was the same name he had laughed at the whole car ride up here. He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he continues watching you do your thing.

‘please do something cool.’

‘please prove these asshats wrong.’

As if the stars above had aligned in his favor, you overlap the other team with ease and the opposing fans go silent.

Now its Stretch’s turn to smile like an idiot. He has that face that only the smuggest of bastards wear as he stares at the men who had pulled some passive aggressive BS on him

‘yeah. how do them apples taste, asshole?’

Like UT! Sans, he’s very supportive of your interests and treats you to a bite at Muffet’s afterwards.

Swapfell

Blackberry-

You had him at derby. That would imply that its a competition.

“REALLY? YOU HURT PEOPLE FOR FUN, TOO?!”

Uh okay, you’re going to pretend you didn’t hear that.

“BUT OF COURSE YOU DO! YOU ARE THE DATEMATE OF THE TREACHEROUS  SANS AFTERALL!” Oh stars, he’s rambling again.

“SO TELL ME, S/O. WHAT DO YOU DO IN THIS SO CALLED ‘ROLLER DERBY’??” He inquired with a quotation of his hands.

Once you explain to him the jist of the sport, he’s beaming at you. Actually, that’s probably one of the happiest faces you’ve seen him make.

“VIOLENCE AND HIGH SPEEDS YOU SAY?” No, that’s not what you said. “I DEMAND THAT YOU SHOW ME THIS INSTANT!”

You let out a confused ‘huh?’. “Really? Like right now right now?”

Blackberry is a little disgruntled at your hesitance. “YES! LIKE RIGHT NOW RIGHT NOW!”

Before you had a chance to respond, he’s dragging you out to the car with your gear in hand. “WE MUST LEAVE NOW OR YOU’LL BE LATE FOR THE MATCH!”

“Wait, what match?”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT MATCH?? I MEAN THE ONE I SIGNED YOU UP FOR RIGHT NOW!” Oh lord, he has his calendar pulled out and everything.

And so, you had to mentally prepare yourself for the derby match he had instantaneously  signed you up for. Fortunately for you, it was an amateur match he had thrown you in. Afterall, what organization would’ve accepted you so quickly?

“YOU HAVE YOUR KNEEPADS?”

“Yep.”

“ROLLER BLADES?”

“Check.”

“HELMET?”

You knock on your covered head. “Definitely.”

“ALRIGHT THEN.” He’s about to turn you loose when you suddenly see him go all fidgety. He seems to be contemplating something.

“Sans? You oka-” He stops your concerns with a kiss to your cheek. His skull burns a bright purple and he quickly looks away. “D-DON’T HURT YOURSELF TOO MUCH, S/O. SOMEBODY REALLY CARES ABOUT YOU.”

His words stick to you as you speed by a group of competitors. What? They don’t call you Askeleration for nothing.

Meanwhile, Blackberry is yelling in the stands and is clinging for dear life onto the seat in front of him. “GO S/O! FIGHT THEM WITH YOUR UNDYING FURY AND PASSION! SHOW THEM WHAT IT TRULY MEANS TO BE THE ALPHA SKATER!!”

Once you’re done absolutely obliterating the others, Blackberry has this grin on his face as he marches you over to the car. He won’t stop recalling the match play-by-play.

Stop him now or surrender your sleep.

Rus-

“roller derby, m’lady? really?!” Rus stares at you with amazement.

The sudden level of praise made you blush, but you stutter out a ‘yes’ anyways.

“oh boy,” His wonder quickly washes off his face as he takes your forearm. “you’re not hurt, are you love?”

You shrug. “It’s a part of the sport, but I really am okay.”

His smile is tight as he drags his phalanges across a few old bruises. “oh no,” It sounds like he’s talking to himself. “well, at least these look older.”

You start to feel a little guilty for making him worry. “Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” Bringing your arm up to your face, you place a gentle peck on his knuckles.

He seems flattered by this gesture. “s’fine, love,” His other hand makes his way to your face. “jus’ a little concerned about you, s’all.” As he cups the side of your head, you lean into him.

“Does this mean you’re gonna watch my next match?” You look up at him with innocent eyes, a smile creeping on your lips.

“next match?” He deflates. “oh love. i don’t think i could ever handle watching all those people attempt to hurt my mistress.”

“Its just a game, Rus,” You huff. “I’ll be fine. Trust me.”

Rus eyes you up and down. He’s never been so unsure of something so…spontaneous. One one hand, you’ll be able to do what you love, but risk the chance of getting hurt. On the other hand, he declines and you’re mad at him for 5ever.

“i…” Rus scrapes his skull for an answer. “i-i guess i’m watching you then, huh?” Oh stars, he’s already regretting his answer.

But that excited expression you made silence his protests.

On the day of your match, your coach’s protest fall on deaf ears as Rus seats himself on the team bench. After a while, your coach stops her nagging as she starts to use his 6′8 presence as an intimidation tactic. He was silently refusing her demands, so why not use this to the team’s advantage?

Rus has this unreadable grin every time you sweep by him and he’s absolutely humored by your stage name: Skullface.

Its so suave and skeleton related. Its so you.

And he’s only further elated as you dodge and parry every charging opponent, yelling out commands to your teammates at 100mph.

Afterwards, he takes you out to a restaurant with bountiful amounts of food. I mean, how else is he gonna keep his little jammer healthy?

The tol only falls further for you.

GOSH! I’M SOOOOO SORRY FOR THE DELAY IN STUFFS! I SHALL GET ON TRACK ONCE MORE!

[gone-to-fight-the-fairies]

Trickster Matchmaking

Request: Hi ! Can you write a oneshot where Gabriel tries to set up Castiel and the reader together ? Because he know Castiel has a crush on her and it's reciprocal ? Thank you very much ! :-D

A/N: A lightbulb went off in my head with this fic, and it took me down a path I think still holds up to the request. I kind of made a game show out of the idea, and loved taunting the characters.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 2186

One morning, you awoke in your cocoon of blankets as any other typical day. You could only assume it was morning as no sun ever shined through your shutters since the bunker had none. Your room, as every other in the bunker, contained a constant darkness unique to your windowless home. You swore cabin fever was inevitable without a clock, you thought, as you twisted the light on your lamp with a sleepy yawn.

You got dressed, had breakfast and began searching for a new case in the bunker's library. All was as expected. The Winchesters long gone, hunting a small pack of Nachzehrers across the country. Not a known soul was in the bunker other than you.

You sipped your second cup of coffee as you scrolled through online newspapers, looking for anything that sounded unusual. You sighed as you hit dead ends, seeing nothing about a small fire at a boathouse in Maine.

The sound of soft, fluttering wings dragged your attention from your task. What use to be a comforting sound, left you now panicked as Castiel no longer flew. Meaning, a possible threat entered the bunker's library. Silently cursing, you wondered why no one thought to stash an angel blade in the room, like the gun strapped underneath your table. Knowing it wouldn't aid much against an angel attack, you felt better gripping the weapon, covered in stick-residue from the duct-tape that had kept it in place. If all else failed, it would serve as a distraction as you devised a better plan.

Before you could hold the weapon up, you heard the angel's voice. "You think that teeny revolver's going to affect little old me?"

You sighed a relief, dropping the gun loudly on the table. "Gabe, you really know how to make a girl's heart race." You cheekily replied, allowing yourself to relax, unable to hide the lazy grin from your face as your eyes locked with the youngest archangel.

"That's not the only way, sugar cakes," Gabriel smirked at you, as he strolled around the table to have a better look at your screen, digging for clues to answer his next question. "Say, you up to anything today?"

You returned the smirk. "Well, I'm flattered, but I really don't think we're each other's type."

"Oh," Gabriel chuckled. "Hell no. That would be a rather dangerous, chaotic relationship. Nah, I had something else in mind. You know, involving the angel you actually have a crush on."

"Who-" You began to lie, but Gabriel snapped his fingers whisking you away.

Next thing you know, spotlights are pointed directly down at you, blinding your vision. Only after a couple of seconds could you see the stage you stood on itself. Cupping your hands over your eyes to block the light, you could faintly make out an audience so blurred you couldn't pinpoint faces. Like a deer in headlights, you froze, stunned by the sudden setting.

Gabriel stood beside you, changed from his standard green jacket and jeans to a casual suit with his hair slicked back. The all powerful, mighty archangel who stood a hair of an inch taller than you on a good day was never someone you feared. He was playful and mischievous at best. But, his schemes to whisk you away tended to irk you as you never had a say in the matter. You just wondered what caused the trickster to whisk you away this time.

"Welcome everyone to another episode of..." Gabriel held a microphone to his lips, but as he trailed off, he extended it out to the audience. Everyone in the audience cheered the words, "Trickster Matchmaking."

Gabriel's manifested game show was an unfamiliar concept. But you'd been apart of other expedited Gabriel scenes. As you began to ease out of your initial shock, your eyes began to wander around the brightly colored set that was an obvious copy of a couple of other game shows mashed together. Your eyes trailed back to Gabriel when your eyes connected with familiar blue orbs that seemed to float in the eyes of the crush Gabriel mentioned prior to your kidnap; Castiel. The angel stood on the other side of Gabriel, staring back at you with an equally shocked face.

"Okay," Gabriel continued, pulling your attention away from Castiel. "today we have two very special guests. We have the always lovely," Gabriel held a hand to the side of his mouth. "but often cranky, Y/N Y/L/N."

"Hey!"

Gabriel ignored your dismay. "And the bluntly bashful, Castiel. Better known as my baby bro. How you two doing today?"

"Gabriel," Castiel began. "What is the meaning of this?"

"Okay, you want the short version or the three-thousand-minute explanation of what led us to here?"

Castiel didn't have a reply, knowing Gabriel would likely tell a story for a span of half a year merely to get on the nerves of his younger brother.

"Smart thinking, contestant Side-eyes," Gabriel told him. "Listen both of you are here today because one of you has an enormous crush on the other, and I'm going to reveal who the love-sick puppy is."

You cheeks began to blush furiously, as you knew Gabriel meant you. Ashamed at Gabriel's reveal of your crush, your eyes stuck to the ground, unable to look anywhere else. You'd never thought Gabriel would betray you like that. You were confused to how he even knew, when you remembered angel mind reading; you forgot Gabriel had access to all of your thoughts and feelings towards his brother since Castiel never read you mind.

Unnoticed though was Castiel's glowing embarrassment, with a shock-shelled expression that matched your own. In retrospect, he believed Gabriel was referring to his affection towards you. Little did you and Castiel know that Gabriel was playing on both of your affections for one another. "Gabriel I don't think-" You never heard the end of Castiel statement as Gabriel silenced him with archangel grace.

"You see, I've been watching you kids for far too long, and today on," Gabriel held the mic out to the crowd again, and they roared "Trickster Matchmaking." Gabriel continued the rest of his sentence, "I'm going to reveal who has the hots for who, and prove that you'd make a great couple. Let's begin, shall we?" With a snap of the archangel's fingers, both you and Castiel sat across from one another at separate contestant tables, with only a platform for Gabriel in between.

"Okay, first round: Questions. Y/N," Gabriel glanced at you before peeping at the card in his hand. "How many times has Castiel died?"

Without any hesitation, you answered the gut-wrenching question. "Four."

"And how did you feel each time?"

That was the time you chose to pause. You could feel Castiel's gaze upon you as you hung your head low, suddenly silenced with the reopening of scars. "Like I died too." Your voice was barely above a whisper.

The crowd gave sympathetic awes.

"I think that speaks for itself." Gabriel gazed at the audience before turning to his younger brother. "Cassie, how many times have you healed Y/N with your grace?"

"Sixteen times," Castiel beamed, not ashamed of the number.

"How many times was it a life or death situation?"

"Once."

"Why did you heal her the other times?"

There was a slight hitch as Castiel gathered his thoughts, though he wasn't scrambling for an answer. "Because I care about her wellbeing."

"Because you'd hate to see her in any discomfort." It wasn't a question on Gabriel's part.

"Yes."

The audience was awed again, this time slightly louder.

Gabriel turned back to you, a cheeky grin on his face. You knew this wouldn't be good. "Y/N, you don't actively pray do you?"

"No."

"But every time our Dad brought Castiel back to life, you sent your remarks to him through prayer, correct?"

You felt your body freeze as your blood boiled with anger. Something about the way Gabriel smirked at your vulnerability made you want to lash out in anger. Normally, you'd joke around with the trickster, but you didn't enjoy being the punch of the joke if that meant humiliating yourself in front of Castiel. "Stop reading my mind." You spat.

"Please, answer the question so the audience and Castiel can hear." Gabriel wiggled his eyebrows at you.

You could almost feel steam coming out of your ears as you leaned back in your chair, trying to further yourself away from the stressor. "Yes, you dumbass! I thanked God for each time he brought Cas back. Happy?"

"Little bro, any response?"

Castiel turned to you, a slight tilt of the head and a blank expression on his face as you knew his brain was working vigorously behind the scenes. "You were grateful to have me back?"

You paused, slowly gaining the courage to look up at the angel. "Of course I was."

The audience awes were beginning to piss you off as Gabriel turned back to them. "Isn't that precious?"

"Shut up." You groaned at Gabriel.

"Uh oh, I think the cranky side is coming out. Better move onto another Castiel question." as you muttered a "Gabriel, I swear to Chuck."

The angel turned to his younger brother again, ignoring your side comment. Another mischievous grin plastered on his lips. "Hey, smol."

Castiel tilted his head. "I don't understand. My vessel is taller than yours."

Gabriel frowned. "Anyways, little bro, when you look at Y/N over here, what attracts you to her?"

Castiel didn't put up a fight. He merely gazed at your face for a moment with a small smile, rekindling a past thought. But before Castiel could answer, Gabriel stepped in. "Hey kiddo, I meant anything, not just her face."

"Y/N's eyes captivate me the most," Castiel said softly but surely.

Gabriel waited a moment. "Okay, don't leave us in limbo. Why?"

Castiel wouldn't tear his eyes from yours when he answered Gabriel. "Eyes are the window to the soul. And her soul is what gives me light."

You nearly awed along with the audience as Castiel gave his answer. You couldn't help but fall a little deeper for him. But you were beginning to see the trickster's exact plans you were suspicious as to why Castiel would say something on the romantic side if you were the one who loved him.

"Okay, Y/N. How did you feel about Emmanuel taking a wife?"

"W-what?" You were torn from your lustful gaze.

"You know when Castiel went missing after he gave a c-section birth to the leviathans. He didn't remember who he was and married the first woman who paid him any attention. How'd you feel?"

You sighed, crossing your arms, refusing to answer as a stubborn child would. Gabriel made a tsk-tsk sound with his tongue. "You and I both know the answer, Y/N. Might as well say it."

"I was jealous." You spoke honestly.

"Why?" This time Castiel was the one to ask.

You had a hard time meeting his eyes. You sat up properly from your shrugged posture. "I guess maybe I'd wish it had been me."

The audience was dead silent.

"Gabriel said one of us had affections for the other." Castiel started slowly. "I thought he meant my love for you." The audience awed the moment you finally forgot they were there. "I didn't believe you felt that way."

You turned to Gabriel, looking for an explanation, though you already knew. "I'm tired of you idiots falling in love with each other while doing absolute shit about it! I thought this would finally bring you two knuckleheads together."

"Y/N," Castiel began, but suddenly your chairs vanished and were standing face to face. "Do you really feel that way about me?"

"Why else would I pray to Chuck? I love you."

Castiel laughed slightly, his tongue darting nervously over his bottom lip. Caressing your face with his palm, as his eyes glanced at your lips. You felt the butterflies tear your stomach into rags.

"Would the dynamic duo just kiss already?" Gabriel groaned impatiently.

"Hey, why don't you shut the hell up before I shank you with an angel blade." You glanced back at the archangel before Castiel pulled your face back towards him to kiss you.

"Okay," You could hear Gabriel speaking to the audience as your lips locked with Castiel's. "Typically we have three rounds on," You assumed he held the mic out because the audience screamed out "Trickster Matchmaking". "But it seems these two already got the idea. So, that's our show everybody. Goodnight!"

Curtains shut, lights dimmed, but nothing was going to tear you and Castiel away, now that you finally had each other; you were never letting go.