#playing with our little donnies like dolls

[3w3]

I promise to make more normal fanart later, but I also refuse to stop being cringe in the meantime <3

Our silly little rise sonas

[ @beannary @autisticenbydonnie @pommigranite ]

[3w3]

OUR BOYS!!! 💜

THEM!!!!!!! mine (2018) and @3w3 s (2012) donnie designs!!!!! Garden Donnie and Grunge Donnie <333 had to draw them as well ofc they have a Dynamic and I love it and I want to draw them morererrerreeeeeee HHhHH

[gyll-yee-haw]

Hi Maria!! I hope you’re doing well ❤️❤️

Do you mind writing Donnie and reader’s first time? He’d be so patient and careful with his girl the whole time, that if she ended up crying halfway through because of how good it felt, he’d be horrified that he hurt her somehow 😭 just something sweet for that poor man

Yes yes yes my poor sad boy deserves the world :(

Warnings: I was too horny writing this, so I went straight to the point, sorry. Loss of virginity, implied unprotected sex, p in v, Donnie being so subbie and cute and unable to not cum too soon :(, masturbation (f and mentions of m)

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It was a brand new feeling. And you couldn't believe how fucking incredible it was... with every movement of his cock scratching that special spot just right... sending waves of pleasure through your whole body... and then you'd look up and see the prettiest boy who's ever lived, right above you. Eyes so big, so blue, so curious, a little crinkle of worry on his forehead.

Oh my god, is she enjoying this? - was all he could think of.

He was so nervous. And it didn't help at all that your expression was so hard to read.

Still, he was just discovering what pussy drunk meant, cause he was getting the same waves of pleasure as you... and he couldn't stop.

He had been holding himself back, until he couldn't anymore. He left out a loud and pathetic moan. The hottest fucking thing you ever heard. Your pussy automatically clenched around his length.

"Oh my god" You whined, tears escaping your eyes.

Oh no. Oh shit. You were so fucking tight around him... but you were... crying?

"Baby... sorry... shit" He tried to pull out, but you held him in his place, wrapping arms and legs around him.

"Donnie, please..." You begged, tears falling on the pillow under your head.

"I'm hurting you!" He protested, stopping his thrusts immediately. His cock throbbed inside you in need, making him feel like crying.

"You're not hurting me!" You tried to buck your hips, but he was too close and you were holding him too tight to allow that.

"Then why are you crying?" The crinkle on his forehead grew.

"Cause it feels so fucking good..." You sighed. "Love your cock, Donnie..."

"Oh shit, doll, don't do this to me..." His cock throbbed uncontrollably inside you.

"Love it when it does that..." You smiled, biting your lip.

"Y/N, I'm serious..." He closed his eyes, trying to focus on anything but the look on your face on that moment, otherwise the fun would be over too soon...

"Donnie, can we continue?" You asked, nails running up and down his back.

"Give me a sec." His face turned red.

"You're not hurting me, Don, I swear..." You insisted.

"Can't move." He whispered.

"Why?" You asked frustratedly.

"Cause you're squeezing me way too good." He admitted, face visibly burning.

"Oh..." You couldn't help but chuckle.

"Not fucking funny." He sighed. "Just wanted to please you. Such a shitty boyfriend..."

"Donnie, baby..." You cupped his face, forcing him to look at you. "Need you to move... want you to cum so good for me..."

"But..."

"Come on, Donnie... I wanna see you cum... please?" You grabbed the hair on the back of his head, gently tugging on it. "Swear it's gonna make me feel so good..."

"You're supposed to do that first." He groaned, clearly mad at himself.

"Supposed to? There's no right and wrong. It's our first time." You assured him. "Do it for me, please? I'll let you do whatever you want to me afterwards, yeah? Promise it won't be over."

There was a new sparkle in his eyes after hearing that. He couldn't believe that he would get to play with your gorgeous body like he always dreamt of...

"Hmm... can I... hmm..." He got shy again, thinking of the possibilities. "Can I cum on your tits?"

"Fuck, Donnie..." You moaned. "Do it for me, baby, let me see you."

He removed himself from you and it was almost painful for both of you. But you didn't have much time to think. You got on your knees on the bed, watching Donnie stroke his cock. It was so hard... the tip as red as his cheeks, leaking something you couldn't wait to taste someday.

"Shit..." He moaned, desperation on his face. "I'm gonna cum..."

"Cum for me, Donnie..." You begged, just as desperate as him. "Cum all over my tits..."

He left out the hottest sounds you had ever heard as he painted your tits white. And your chin. And belly. He made an inexperienced mess... couldn't help it... he had never been this turned on his his life, his aim wouldn't be good.

"That was so fucking hot, Donnie..." you smiled, watching him fight for his life. You wondered if he would ever be able to stop blushing.

"Hm... everytime I... hmm..." He tried to talk, but was very distracted by the way your hand slided all the way to your pussy, starting to rub yourself.

"Keep talking." You said, eyes focused on his face.

"Everytime I... jerk off I... picture myself coming on your tits." He admitted. "Specially since you... uh... showed me them, the other day."

"Yeah?" You smirked, spreading your legs wider. "Was reality better than you imagined?"

He nodded eagerly. Your fingers started rubbing your clit faster and you left out a moan.

"I'm so sorry I didn't satisfy you..." He was still very disappointed. "I just... wanted our first time to be perfect."

"Shh... come here, baby boy." You chuckled. "Wanna touch me?"

It was stupid to be this excited about this, when he had literally just been inside you... but he didn't even care at this point. He kept his eyes glued to your face as he rubbed all the wrong spots. You had to direct his fingers to your clit. And when he got a reaction from you, indicating he was doing good... oh god.

"Ouch!" Your hips bucked. "Slower, Don... nice and slow..."

"M'sorry..." His eyes widened.

"It's okay, baby... just like that..." You praised. "It... it feels so good..."

"Yeah?" He asked proudly. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please, Don..." You smiled.

The way you looked at each other before the kiss... you both knew. That was the moment you threw all the worries out of the window. Fuck a perfect first time. You were having fun, discovering each other's bodies. When he kissed you, it was so romantic. So intimate. So good... so good.

"Hm... Donnie..." You moaned against his lips. "You're gonna make me cum like this..."

"Please... please, I really want you to..." He crashed his lips against your again, rubbing you incredibly right.

It felt so new... having someone else's fingers making you cum. God, Donnie's fingers... that thought alone could drive you crazy.

More tears escaped your eyes as you reached your peak, but they didn't scare him anymore. They amazed him. He wouldn't get used to this any time soon...

"Stop, stop, stop!" You pushed his hand away, way too overstimulated when it all ended.

"Sorry!" He gasped.

"It's okay, Don." You smiled, feeling like you were floating. "Just felt too good."

"Did you, really?" He asked, with that beautiful smile of his.

"Hell yeah." You laid on your back, letting out a sigh of relief. "This was perfect."

"It... it was, wasn't it?" He smiled, laying beside you.

Donnie became such a clingy little boyfriend after that. And I don't mean only during that post orgasmic bliss... I mean, that boy won't leave you alone for days. Weeks. He's addicted to you. He wants to try everything he always dreamt of. He wants to try everything he's never heard of.

He wants to try everything with you.

[henrysglock]

Henry is 7 — Unloved Boys, Killer Parents, and Non-Linear Time.

I'm not sure how many of us out there are up to date on our "media that features Captain Midnight" lore, but tonight I want to talk about Jeffty is Five, a short story by Harlan Ellison, as it relates to Henry Creel circa 1952.

Jeffty Kinzer and his best friend, Donny, were five. They were huge comic book fans, especially of Captain Midnight. But then Jeffty was five, and Donny was seven. After that, Jeffty was five and Donny was fourteen. You see where I'm going with this, no? Jeffty is perpetually five years old.

Because of his peculiarity, his parents resent him.

Jeffty's mother, Leona, specifically, dislikes him most...to the point she wishes he'd died as a baby.

Jeffty, for his part, is a good kid, despite the barely-hidden dislike he's shown. He has a secret hideout under the porch of his house, where he draws, reads comics, and listens to radio shows.

There's something strange about Jeffty, though (aside from the not-aging, and specifically linked to his not-aging). He can bring new pieces of the past into the future. Discontinued radio shows have new episodes, discontinued comics have new issues, and new merch is made for shows that no longer exist.

Specifically, Ellison writes about Jeffty bringing a brand-new Captain Midnight Secret Decoder Code-O-Graph into the future:

Donny talks about how living these new-past experiences via Jeffty thins the membrane between worlds, between Past and Present.

There's a problem, though. Exposing Jeffty to the Present eats away at him. In an attempt to hurry Jeffty away from the Present, Donny sends him off by himself to get tickets for the movie they're meant to see. Along the way, Jeffty gets roughed up by some older teens. Instead of taking him to a hospital, Donny takes him home to his parents.

Spotting the chance to take back a normal life and live in the present...Leona kills Jeffty in the family bathtub, playing present-day rock music over the radio.

Now, something I was struggling to answer in my big Time Loop Post was the question of "What happened in 1952, when Henry was 7?"

Jeffty, Joseph and Joseph, Henry and Henry: Changelings

Jeffty's now-grown friend, Donny, misses the way things were in the '50s, when he and Jeffty were little. He'd like things to go back to the way they were...

...and he gets that through Jeffty's time-bending powers.

Jeffty has a hideaway spot in his family home where he hides away from his resentful, fearful mother to draw, read comics, and listen to the radio:

Jeffty, whose mother wishes he'd died as a baby because he's precluding her from having a "normal" life...

And who killed him in a bathtub.

Another detail to add—Patty asks Henry if he isn't a little old to be as obsessed as he is with Captain Midnight, as if being a fan is something for little kids.

I'd like, then, to put this is all in concert with:

The Creel-Carmichael parallels per Changeling (1980), wherein Joseph, a disabled boy who's resented by his father, Richard, is locked away in his attic. Richard drowns Joseph in a bathtub at age 6, and replaces him with a "normal" boy. This "normal" boy is mostly convinced he's the real Joseph Carmichael until the end of the movie.

2. Em's Doppleganger TFS Henry theory (which suggests that at some point Henry was replaged with a dopple-gorgon who almost believes he's the real Henry Creel). 3. Em's post about Before I Wake (wherein a little boy drowns in a bathtub and is replaced by a new boy with strange abilities). 4. (A post I have yet to make, regarding) Parallels between ST and the show Servant, wherein a new mother accidentally kills her newborn son, Jericho, by forgetting him in a locked car during a heatwave. She's given a hyperrealistic baby-doll as a replacement in order to cope, which their nanny Leanne magically transforms into a real baby boy. ST5's code name is Jericho, and other parallel to the series include (but are not limited to): psychic powers, spiders, stalker cults, murderous yet somehow well-meaning nannies, and giant cracks opening up in the earth (psionically).

Thus, my hypothesis: I wonder if we aren't dealing with a matryoshka-doll-meets-Fringe type situation, wherein Henry died/was killed at age 7, was replaced by or swapped for another boy (like Peter Bishop...staring directly at Peter Owens/Peter Ballard) via the 1979/1952 incident, and then was swapped again with a doppleganger via the 1956 gate.

[angelpuns]

Spinoff, Spinoff!!! 😃 totally no official, and totally not cannon. Just a fan in loved with this Au♡.

It's been a couple of days since Leo found himself in the past. Was he really back in time or was this all a weird dream? Yeah. Yeah! That must be. Leo remembered being rescued by his brothers from the prison dimension, and crossing through a bright orange portal then everything went black from there. Of course! He is probably resting in the medbay, and being taken care of by his brothers. All of this has to be a wacky dream. Besides, if that was the case, being trapped in time wouldn't meant terrible consequences? Like changing the future, creating different timelines, some paradox or whatever. Like, how affected would be his present? Totally Impossible because dreams can't cause problems.

All of this time continuum made Leo's head hurt, good thing he had Donnie for this nerd things. Probably he'll ask him later... when he wakes up... eventually. This makes him question like for how long? It's just been a couple of days he's been here, makes him wonder how long has been out there in his present?

Leo needed to stop think too much about that or otherwise he'll the worst migraine he ever had. He just had to focus on the kids; watch over them while their father is out scavenging for food. Just to think about it made him feel hungry, but also with wanting to go out too. Maybe walk a little, get some fresh air, maybe a pizza from Run of the Mill, and stretch those legs. But he can't, not by the fact that he had a broken arm and leg, but because he had to watch over the tots.

No matter how many times Leo counted: one, two, three. Or repeats: Red, purple, orange. Raph, Donnie, Mikey. There was one that was missing, and that was his younger self. Was he replacing him? Would that be how dreams work? He hoped so, because it won't be nothing cool if a toddler version of him was replacing him in his own present time.

"Should we invite him to play with us?" Suggested the purple coded turtle. "He's been like that for hours. It's kinda worrying." He recieved a couple of nods in response from the other two turtles. The three toddlers had what it appears to be dolls, a little burn, but still good to play with.

"But didn' daddy said he needs westing?" Asked the youngest turtle. He thought that the older turtle might be to tired to play with them.

"He's not even in bed. He might agree to join us. Besides, this could be good opportunity to make him some more questions about our future... and make him stop look so creepy observing the nothing."  The three of them turn to see the blue turtle staring the wall, did he even blinked?

"Yes!" Making sound more the s. "Daddy would be ploud of us for helping. We can be scititifics."

"It's SCIENtifics. And what you meant is Doctors. Which is very different because those are who are responsible to take care of the health of patients and... if you guys didn't want to know you should've said so." Little Donnie was left behind. Didn't take him long to follow them.

"Hello, Mister Leo" Mikey called; made a little pause to make sure if he caught the older's attention. He was startled a little by the jump Leo made. Mikey scared him unintentionally, but a least he take him out of trance. "Sowwy. Would you like to play?" He showed his little doll to Leo. You can tell which doll belongs to who; all four dolls hair (or what is left of it) were also color coded.

The kid was waiting patiently for his answer. When suddenly they heard a voice coming from the entrance. "kids, I'm home." The little ones didn't wait a minute to rush to their father. "Dad. Daddy. Papá." Was heard from the three.

"How are my little ones?" Asked while he gave all of them a hug. Splinter had brought a bag full of old stuff that he distributed to each one. Donnie had recieved a microscope for kids, the lents were cracked but that didn't bothered him at all. He was super happy. Raph recieved a "new" old bear plush, it looks like they sewed it's arms back together, and that was missing an eye and an ear, but that didn't bothered Raph at all. For Mikey, he recieved a book of stickers, the majority were gone but there were still some left. That didn't bothered him, he was also happy like his brothers.

Leo was watching the wholesome scene in front of him. He could remember how happy they were even with the smallest things like this. It didn't had to be brand new nor expensive for the kids to enjoy it. They were really happy with what they got. And even if it wasn't to their liking, they will still showed a smile because their father gave it to them thinking of them, and that was more then enough. Leo almost let some tears.

"And of course, I wouldn't forget about you, Blue." He was brought back from his thoughts. Splinter handed to him what it seems to be a Jupiter Jim comic. Leo observed the comic in his hands in desbeliefe. Not because he had really great comic of JJ, but because he wasn't expecting a nice surprise like this. Not for him. "Oh, I'm sorry. You don't read this things no more, do you? I should've known..."

"I love it." Leo interrupt his father he saw that he was so nervous. He didn't want him to think he didn't like it. On the contrary. It might be simple little comic book, but it was being given with love, that makes it special. "Thanks dad." He gave his dad a small hug. Even if Leo thought it wasn't enough gratitude.

Splinter was a little confused, but he still correspond the hug. "Uhm, sure. Anytime." They stood there for a couple minutes more. "Umm, blue. You could let go now. I need to cook us a meal for lunch time."

"Oh right. I'm sorry." Leo immediately let go. And saw how his father vanished into the kitchen.

"So this means our father doesn't give us anymore presents in the future, huh?" Observant. Leo turn to see that one who was asking. Donnie was who approached Leo to ask. It was only him, the other two stood behind playing with their "new" toys. Donnie seemed sad, but with a little bit of hope to think that he might have a different response from what his thinking. "What are you saying, Don-tron? Of course he still gives us presents. Why wouldn't he?" He lied. They're just six years old, and meaning that they'll stop receiving gifts in two years more. Until their dad enters the phase of depression. Leo didn't want them to know that... not yet.

Side note: I did this in honor to Angel and his amaizing blog/Au. If you liked it, I could continue with the small side, side, non-official, fan story. If not, is also fine, (it's my first time writing a story) I would love to hear some feedback and your opinion.

Thank you for reading 💙

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OK I READ THIS LIKE 3-4 TIMES AAAAAAAAA OMG??? WAAAAAAAA

Thinking bout Spinoff Leo and shaking NY fist at the sky cause man is going THROUGH it. Also him crying over the comic ;-; wAAAAAAAAAAAAA

EVERYONE SHOULD READ THIS CAUSE IT'S REAL GOOD!!!! WAAA

[spectralsleuth]

Hey if you could do a crossover with each of your AUs with another AU what would you pick

I want to write crossovers all the tiiiime! I am blessed enough to have made friends in the fandom that I can poke awake in their inboxes and ask what-if’s about; but ACTUALLY writing a crossover is a whole other thing. There’s some AU’s I am HUGE fans of, that I don’t think a crossover would with LSoW, or Portal Panic, or Flipside. (Flipside is my nanowrimo project lmao.)

Obviously I wanted to write an Empathy is Learned crossover with @alicat54cwriting, and we did! And it was super fun and I learned a lot. If I had to pick more fandom creators to crossover with:

@amevello-blue Obviously. GiTS and LSoW would be SO FUN and heartbreaking, and we’ve already talked a lot about it and how it would work, but we’re both busy with projects at the moment. But it’s on my dream to-do list for sure if the stars can align. (Mainly me finishing a couple things to give it full attention, because Ame is an absolute beast when it comes to juggling multiple projects. Everyone go read The Mystic Forest AU.)

@tangledinink and me talk about Gemini/LSoW crossovers all the time because we have a disease lol. Anyone who knows him knows he loves playing with our characters like little dolls. Me giving Yoshi eight kids in crossovers seems to be a running theme and also very funny to me; including Venus and Jenni it would be TEN. Man’s life would turn into a SITCOM. But also Yoshi having daughters would be very funny and sweet to me he is such a helicopter Dad, and being faced with what he truly thinks would be the worst case scenario for all of his children would be uhhhhhh. VERY BAD. (And we love 'very bad' in this house.)

(I don't think Kayson would mind me posting a snippet of our convo because we are so smart and correct all the time.)

I also love @mudlarkspur's Catchyou!AU. I think xir Donnie in my AU would be very fun! She's still a kid in the fic (I love their 'assigned girl by gargoyle' Donnie it's very funny and sweet, but xir more grown designs for Donnie and the plot that's to come is super exciting to me, and I think either would be so fun to play with in an AU. Also, the science in this fic I am obsessed with.

I'm not sure if a CROSSOVER with @thedawningofthehour would necessarily work, but they have a lot of OC's and turtles I would love to kidnap and play with. Their world is so rich and well made I feel like I need to study them like student would, it's crazy.

And needless to say a Discord Ronin Admin AU crossover would be just. Clenches fist. So. Perfect. But @melonpalooza is singlehandedly holding the entire crossover multiverse together through sheer force of will, and if our schedules and inspiration ever aligned it would be a miracle.

OBVIOUSLY me twirling my hair and thinking of crossovers is absolutely just introspection and fantasizing, because everyone's schedules are crazy and a lot of fic authors are already (I PROMISE YOU) juggling multiple fics. So nobody go bothering them about it, because I promise you I am NOT shy about contacting people, and chances are I've already gone into their inbox like a shy cat to give them the dead mouse of my AU and already talked about crossovers.

I also have about four different works i really want to get out before more crossing over, because some things like 'The Hidden City Trial' and 'Red King' are pretty integral to understanding how the world of LSoW is going to work moving forward!

If anyone ever wanted to contact ME for a crossover I'd be perfectly fine with it! I've read a LOT of fics in the fandom so you never know what I might have read, and the worst I can say is 'no'. It's the finding time part that's really hard.

Sorry for the long answer! There's just a lot of AU's and fan creators that I'm a huge fan of. ;-;

[yanteetle]

I remember once I've read this joke somewhere

A: Cutting off your leg or wifi?

B: NO WAY I'M LIVING WITHOUT MY LEG! I walk with it!.. and with wifi I....

B: ...

B: Leg it is

And like- reminds me of if I was with Yan Donnie

Like- dude don't take away wifi, I'll won't escape please don't take it away- you're free to supervise it and etc just let me have it-

And my phone (I draw and play there-)

He kinda has a thing on April's phone that protects her, it is seen in the episode where Hypno made his own game and Donnie's notification didn't let her download it

(Knowing my personality there is a chance I'll get Donnie as a yan 😭)

(Second option is Raph) (Not me casually thinking: Hm, considering my personality, who would be my yandere out of turtles?)

(Btw, who do you think will be yours?)

- 👾

OOOKAY... so. Funny thing, I love the joke btw! I relate to it a lot unsurprisingly. So uh. The weird thing about me and the yan!Turtles? I can't imagine them ever possibly liking or caring about me enough to ever abduct me or kill others for me. I just can't. I can't imagine getting ANY of the turtles as a yandere, not even Raph! And just so you know, I've checked that our personality types are really compatible too! But no, I can't think of them as people who would actively try to seek me out or kidnap me. I usually project those thoughts onto y/n.

Y/n is my little plaything, my little doll that I get to put through immense torture and pain. Which is kind of why I love drawing y/n in compromising situations, or with very extreme, scared expressions. I like seeing this grey humanoid figure suffering. And that's also partly why I tend to avoid giving ideas or scenarios where y/n could get the upper hand. I like them to be the victim. Its just... Fun somehow.

But in a nutshell, I can't see the turtles being yanderes for me, and I tend to 'work alongside them' to torture y/n in fun, evil and debaucherous ways. Sorry if I sound weird or sadistic or anything! I promise I'm much more civilized normally, it's just that I'm rather excited to express my real feelings about yanderes and how I feel about y/n in general :)) Have a nice day btw! Thanks for sending this lovely ask in ❤️

[edenofthingsuncharted]

A Review: Baby Reindeer

Donny — a struggling comedian, craving for an audience — met his abuser whom he thought was going to pave his way to fame. Later in his life, he met Martha, a 40-something-year-old lady who became his stalker. Martha is basically a classic stalker. Showing up at Donny’s workplace, sending him hundreds of emails every day, trying to insert herself into his life, harassing every person who dared to get near him. At the end, Donny had to choose to sympathize with her, or save himself and his loved ones.

At the first glance, I thought what made the series so compelling to me is the fact that it is based on true events. I’m a sucker for true crime stories, so it is only natural for me to put this right into my watchlist. I played the first episode and thought, “Maybe this is too boring,” but I stayed put. I have to say I’m glad I continued watching.

Donny takes us on his journey of dealing with Martha as well as his own demons. On a faithful day, he came to a police station for one reason and one reason only, to report his stalker. Perhaps what triggered his epiphany was when the police officer asked, “Why did it take you so long to report?” That one question alone prompted him to look deep into himself and faced him with internal issues that he had tried to burry at the back of his head, issues he hadn’t quite figured out yet.

The question was always, “Why?”

Why did it take me so long to report?

Why does she keep following me?

Why am I so ashamed of myself?

Why did I let her?

Why did I let him?

Why is she doing all this?

Why am I not happy?

In the end Donny realized that him and Martha are just trying to fill a big void within themselves. To Donny, Martha symbolized the attention he’s craving — just like his abuser. Obviously not the right kind of attention, but it certainly made him feel noticed. She made him feel seen. To Martha, Donny was her stuffed baby reindeer she got as a Chrismast present when she was little. The doll reminded her of those days she would hold it tight whenever her parents were having an argument. The doll symbolized a feeling of comfort and safety. Donny made her feel like no matter what happened, she would always have him to make her happy.

All in all, I think what makes this series very compelling to me is how candid Donny spoke about the issues he’s dealt with, allowing us a peek into his journal. What feels like Donny narrating us, guiding us through it all, was just him having a heart to heart conversation with himself. The series itself is not just about a man telling his story, it is also about the importance of knowing ourselves — acknowledging our issues, what made us who we are, stop blaming ourselves on the harm other people caused us, taking accountability on parts where we hurt others, and making peace with our past. In the end, we have the power to allow ourselves to be freed.

I also need to give a huge shout out to Richard Gadd for his bravery in telling his story, as well as his remarkable story telling. Sometimes an amazing piece of art comes from a very dark place, and he certainly did turn his tragedy into something worth appreciating. Something we can all learn from.

I’ll give this series a 5/5 stars

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

say sorry to the lions, right now

Title taken from the poem Autistic Survivors by @inamindfarfaraway.

Prompt: "Don't lie to me."

TMNT 2018.

Inspired by this post I reblogged from @goldenspecter regarding some Thoughts about Donnie's characterization in the 2018 series. Might be out of character in some regards; I'm not as into this iteration as 2012 and IDW, but I also had Thoughts.

(warnings for implied ableism, implied internalized ableism, betrayal, dysfunctional family, identity issues, past brainwashing, past manipulation)

You can find the whole collection on AO3 here.

"You did something." It's not a question.

Donnie blinks up at Leo from where he's hunched over his keyboard, frowning. "I'm sorry?"

"You did something to us." Leo takes a step towards him. His own voice sounds strange, tense and shaken all at once. "Didn't you."

"Look, Nardo, I--"

"Don't." Donnie jumps as Leo slams the file down on his desk. "Lie. To. Me."

Silence. His brother takes a long, slow look at the crumpled-up plans that Leo has put on his desk. When he glances up, his expression is unreadable: "You were in my room."

Leo gapes. "Really? That's what's bothering you?"

"Leon--"

"You fucking brainwashed us!" Leo throws out his arms, scattering the pieces of the paper around the room. Pictures of Donnie's...Donnie's machine, lie everywhere. His so-called funhouse, the thing he'd lured him into so he could mess with their heads.

Donnie stares at him. "Scoff. I think that's an overdramatic way of looking at things," he says calmly, eye twitching ever so slightly.

"Is it?" Leo puts his hands on his hips, and okay, his voice is shaking now, but he's hurt and betrayed and angry, and he loves Donnie so much, but this is the first time he's ever been scared of him. "You messed with our heads, you altered us to make us like you, you--"

Donnie sighs. "That was a mistake--"

"Because we didn't play along, even after you fucked us up!" Leo yells. "You didn't want geniuses, not really--you wanted obedience. Just like with your fucking gifts." He puts a hand to his throat, remembering the bite of the shock collar. How scared he'd been, how much it'd hurt, how even now the sudden hum of electricity can make him stiffen a little.

Donnie scrubs his hands over his eyes, looking tired. Leo almost feels sorry for him. "How did you even figure this out?"

Leo shrugs. "I've been having...dreams. Sometimes while I'm awake." Flashbacks, his mind tells him, but he doesn't want to think of it that way, isn't ready to face how much his reaction to Donnie's transgression says trauma.  

"I don't feel like myself. I think about saying things I don’t want to say or doing things I don't want to do. So, I went looking and I found..." He gestures at the scattered papers. "...this. And I remembered. Remembered a whole day when you made me--us--different."

Everything feels wrong inside my head, and it's...it's terrifying. It's a nightmare,  Don. And you know what feels worse?" He doesn't give his brother time to answer. "The fact that it was you who did it. All you. No one made you, no one even tried to manipulate you, you just...did it. Turned us into your little lab rats, your fucking wind-up dolls, and you kept it going until you got bored and deigned to give us ourselves back.

Donnie takes a breath. "I....I'm sorry, okay?" he says, looking away from Leo. "There might have been a slight miscalculation. I didn't think--"

"This isn't about not thinking, Don!" And he's yelling, he knows he sounds hysterical, but he can't help himself. "This isn't Raph dissociating or me getting distracted or Mikey fixating or any of us screwing up a fucking social cue! You planned this thing, you built it, you designed it to cut out any part of us that makes us us."

"That wasn't the intention--"

"Bullshit," Leo snarls. He stomps forward, jabbing a finger in his brother's chest. "We're not fucking machines for you to fix, Donald. And," his breath hitches. "Fucking hell, I thought you knew that, I thought you trusted us, I though you lo--" His breath cuts off with a hiss.

There's guilt in Donnie's eyes, finally, but he's still shaking his head. "I do love you," he says. "I just wanted to help--"

"Help? What if you couldn't switch us back, Don, did you think about that? What if you fucked up our brains from all that messing around? What if you gave--what if you've given us fucking cancer, did you think about that?" He's shaking all over, struggling to breathe under the weight of his fury and  terror.  

Donnie opens his mouth, but Leo cuts him off. "No, you didn't, did you? Because Donnie's so fucking smart, he thinks of everything, until he fucking doesn't, and then--" He cuts himself off at the look on his brother's face; barks a harsh laugh. "What, does that sting? It's not fun, is it? Not fun when someone thinks you're dumb, so fucking dumb they have to change you--"

It dawns on him that he's screaming, and he's quietly grateful that he did this while the others were out and Pops in too deep one of his Bad Days (the hazy shadows behind his eyes, the ones that keep him staring at the TV all day, and oh god what if one day Donnie tries to fix him). Leo’s throat is sore and there are tears in his eyes.

Donnie, finally, looks chastened. He tears his gaze away from Leo and stares at the wall, fists clenched. "Do the others know?"

"Not yet." Leo sighs. "I don't...I don't know if they're having nightmares, too." Although he can't think of any reason why not, painful as that thought is. "I haven't decided if I'm gonna to tell them."

"What have you decided?" Donnie asks, quirking a drawn-on eyebrow. Grabbing at that superior attitude, and Leo understands why he holds on to it so desperately, but still--

"I don't know, because it's pretty fucking hard to draw up a decent plan about what to do when your brother stabs you in the shell and fucks up your mind." Donnie stiffens but the superior look vanishes from his face.

"I just know," Leo takes a breath. "I just know I can't let you do this again. Ever."

"I won't. I learned my lesson--"

"You learned your lesson with those "gifts," remember? After trying to torture us into being your perfect fucking weapons!" Leo throws up his arms. "And then you pull the same shit all over again!"

Donnie's staring at the floor, now. At the papers scattered there and Leo....Leo doesn't think he would, not really. But still. He can't look at his brother anymore, so he turns and scoops up the scattered papers, gathering them in shaking fingers.

"I'm going to go destroy these now," he says. "Because if I stay here any longer, I might try to hurt you, and I don't want to do that. I'll never want to do that, no matter what you do."

Leo stands up and looks his brother in the eye. "Then we're going to figure something out. Some way to make sure you can't pull this again, not ever. You love us, and we love you, but that doesn't mean you get to hurt us. And if you try this again, I... I'll stop you. I don't know how, but I will."

He turns to leave, letting the tears roll down his face now that his brother can't see. Or maybe he can, through one of his freaky cameras. Leo doesn't care much anymore.

"Leo," Donnie calls, but Leo shuts the door behind him without looking back.

[aeempress]

Apritello Express Evidences, part 3

Apritello, my dear friends, is really all hints, devil in details, little pieces that, in the end, become a huge picture.

I can't say that there are a lot of episodes with April and Donnie spending quality time together, no. But all episodes are important to understand how their relationship are involving, growing. If you have sharp eyes and think about all of this even a little bit, you will be surprised how gracefully their relationship changes and grows, how characters evolve.

Dear passengers, we're about to start. Mind the gap!

Episodes “The Gumbus” and “Mrs. Cuddles”. 

I think it would be appropriate to analyze these episodes in bunch, because they have common situations of spooky supernatural stuff and reactions of characters to this.

When you watch these two eps in raw, it's easy to see how alike are reactions of Donnie and April in some scary, really odd situations. 

Adrenaline ‘n’ reclessness

April is really into all spooky things in “The Gumbus”, she's not afraid of some creepy stuff and she's really brave girl who easily copes with stressful and life-threatening situations.

Donnie is incredibly calm and collected when alive doll talked to him.

But still, April was frightened about plush rabbit because it was really unexpected for girl, she wasn’t ready to realize that plush doll that she’d worked with is alive fear-eating monster who will hurt and intimidate to get their precious screams. But point remains: Donnie and April share crazy fearlessness, which turns into an adrenaline addiction.

And here I am, a science guy, who tell you: adrenaline is a big deal for our body. This hormone can even provoke an onset of romantic feelings. Chemistry and anatomy come to fill the gaps: when a person is afraid, their pulse quickens, a cocktail of hormones is releasing into the blood, which sharpen the senses and reflexes. It will create a strong emotional bound, that's important for maintaining romantic kind of feelings. The more impressions there are (even negative ones), the higher the chance that person will remember his|her partner, and want to see them again – the body gets hooked on adrenaline, like a drug.

That’s why D&A have so strong, unshakeable boundaries. They are so alike: their attitude to scary things, the way Donnie and April cope with them, the adrenaline addiction their share. They even express feelings the same way.

And one tiny detail: April and Donnie start the teasing Raph for his fear of mrs. Cuddles. So they become the first victims of plushie.

Friendly reminder: they were the 1st victims, and what’s happened with them we don’t know, because it wasn’t shown due to not ruin the atmosphere of suspense.

But we have a beautiful quote of mrs. Cuddles and this precious shot which explain everything

Raph: Where’s Donnie?

Cuddles: In a happy place where he’ll scream and I can grow forever and now you’re gonna join him!

In a happy place, huh? Tied up with April in Splinter’s bedroom, a really happy place. Hold a sec, are they -

And after that Donnie’s responding is killing me.

Donnie:[OS] I'm afraid of togetherness.

Yep. All normal here. We should continue.

"Operation Normal" even though doesn't show a lot of interactions between April and Donnie, however continues the general outline highlighting the topics that were mentioned earlier in the show.

Firstly, April's relationship with her classmates. We're able to see how poor her scholar life is in "Hypno Part Deux" and "The Purple Jacket". She has no "normal", human friends except some strange remora guy, more like acquaintance than friend, though. But still, having "be normal" kick she's fine with Donnie's weirdness ( Mikey is always beyond all normal comprehension, Raph goes weird while he's alone, without brothers, and his fear of miss Cuddles is no big deal to fam, Leo didn't show any weird stuff during the series, like, reeeeal weird, m'kay?).

Conversation between April and Donnie at pizza spot

Really interesting and smooth scene. We’ve got Donatello who stares at April while he’s waiting his favourite pizza, no big deal.

And his legs.

If a person is interested in you, during a conversation, they will put their right foot forward (a left-handed person is more likely to put their left foot forward) in order to close the distance between you. - Check.

being in company, peson will point the sock at the most pleasant interlocutor for them. - check.

April’s legs are ponted at Donnie. Checkmate.

Yeah, April is hanging out with Donatello and Leonardo, but the main focus of hers is on Donnie. 

All these scene makes me think that Donnie, knowing about how badly sometimes April  wants to be normal, is up to help her overcome this. Fight fire with fire:  fill up her life with all of this weird, mystic stuff so it will be normal with time. Regular people go to pizza spot to spend some quality time together, so we have pizza restaraunt here, in Hidden City. Make all odd normal, and problem will solved.

Donnie really tries his best, look at his face. Dee’s fine with all this bizzare things what happens to April, he’s fine with her. But still he fails, because April’s concept of normalcy differs drom Donnie’s.

And again, for Donnie it’s not a problem at all. He’s always was at the opposite side of normalcy and it doesn’t matter for him if April is in the same boat with him. Cause, as I said, Don’s fine with that.

Second, how much Donnie knows about April.

- Scoff! Are you really still on this whole "I want things to be normal" kick?

- Yes, what big city girl doesn't have a kayak and has hazmat suit?

Interesting detail here: this line launches Donnie’s flashback (because the first scene is from “Purple Jacket”, it’s Dee’s episode, obviously). And Don, as far as I can tell, has in his flashback moments with April when she did something reaaally impressive. His face is way more louder than any words.

- Short answer: no. Long answer: nnooooooooo.

- Oh, no! You know how April freaks out around the cosplay wizards!

These tiny lines are containing a lot of background, stories, intimate conversations that April and Donnie share. This show always does the same trick: we never see a direct action, we are only able to see a result or statement of the result. But series do a great work telling us with such small and imperceptible gestures that their bonding at this point is mutual. Not only D tells April about his inventions, family and fam's issues he has and even his falls, mistakes and failures. April does the same thing, sharing with Donatello one of the most important things to her. Problem that really bothers her.

C'mon, he'd even memorized Sunita's name, though April messed up with this situation a bit. It seems Donnie memorizes facts about April - he remembered the wi-fi password from old April's work as we can see in "The Longest fight" (he could hack it easily, he's a genius, why he's been keeping in mind some piece information that useless for a year? It doesn't make any sense)

Oh, and that. Just a coincidence, I guess?

Just alike suits, no big deal. Plus, the whole family has it (and something tells me that guys have suits at the behest of Don, so probably April does). But Donnie and April has a lot in common like emotional expressions, reaction about some kind situations, fight style and even tastes in fashion.

Also, it seems like Donnie's been watching April for sometimes.

While Leo was hiding in trash can, to not catch anyone's eye rather than April. He definitely couldn't know who was passing by, but there was Donnie to observe from above. That's why he was hanging down the stairs when Leo spoke to April.

It’s not the first time Donnie dress up as old lady to monitor April’s day.

Leo: Why do you always make us dress up as old ladies? Donnie: №1: confort, №2: to blend in as we monitor April’s day for max normalcy.

 3. Even when D took away this cosplay wizard, he's still keeping eye on her.

Oh no, you don’t. Grandmas here!

Donatello changes his foe to save April exactly. He fought all evening with Brutus, but when April slightly gets in danger, Donnie just attacked anyone who has intention to hurt her and ruin her evening.

Is that a flying turtle in an old purple dress?

April, who all evening was trying to look “normal”, hiding her real friends because they are mutant turtles and pretending that nothing unusual happens here, finally gives up when Sunita mentioned Donnie. Even though new April’s friend has asked her before about Leo.

His eyes. 

Donnie is really impressed but what he saw, and the reason - April O'Neil.

The episode "Warren & Hypno, sitting in a Tree" is another incredible piece of whole picture.

Turtle tank is decorated for April birthday in purplish scheme, definetely Donatello's work.

Dee's nonverbal speech.

• He seems more interested and softer than usual looking at April. It's easy to say comparing him with brothers. Mikey is in anticipation of fun mode, Leo relaxed and show his "whatever it will be fun" attitude, Raph is listening carefully, but still, Donnie could just turn his head in April's vouce direction, not a whole body.

• Warren felt Don's gaze while talked with April, so worm made the remark. Pay attention to the construction of the frame of neighboring scenes. The second frame is April's perspective. And Don is looking namely at her.

Indignation. Disappointment. Spark, storm, madness (i love this russian meme, sorry not sorry)

• Donnie seems sincerely sorry for this situation with April's b-day. And again, this soft gaze and "Raph, shut the shell up, your nonsense is upsetting her"-eyes.

• Donatello is kind of person, who’s avoiding a proper confrontation, so he rarely stands up for someone.  He were remaining silent, when Raphael tried to cheer April in the most radiculous way, but when Hypno tried to play with April’s feelings, Donnie blew it. 

He’s obviously in wrath as D emote that expressively. Yeah, he had much on his plate at April’s birthday, but it’s her b-day on the line, not his pride.

Warren used April, playing with her fan feelings. Her idol betrayed her, she was locked up in a cage, and now we have Hypno who wants to use her again by pitting and pushing for her compassion, because, it’s obvious - boys would do everything she said. 

And Donnie tries to keep Hypno away from her, protect her feelings from another betrayal. 

As he’s already stated - “For you, anything”.

The show always tells us: if you wanna trigger Don, bring April in. 

Hypno tried to turn this thing around, Leo did the same in “Al be back”. 

If Hypno-tamus did that accidentally as he found out that April O’ Neil is a birthday girl, so her wishes that day were laws, Leo did it on purpuse.

Leo is good at manupulating and pulling some strings, plus he knows his twin as back of his hand. That’s why Leo mentioned April in the end as she was always the most powerful argument, the reason and motive for Donnie. At second he’s even panicked, but remained calm. He almost blew up his coolheaded image because of one certain girl in yellow.

• Donnie is really happy to present Warren's arm to April. He even holds it like a rare, priceless treasure. D is really proud of himself right now: he saved the day, after all. The emotional reaction of hers is exactly what Donnie wants to get. And then, his final pose, while April is on 9th cloud from happiness - that's really territorial gesture, D claims his supremacy and confidence, telling "See? That's my happy birthday girl".

Leapfrog with a composition

Donnie and April are more and more eager to be together in the frame. Composition’s boners, m’kay.

Special ride for April

Yeah, Donnie used to offer his battleshell to give April a special ride. It even has  a seat and handlebars for her comfort. She can control the flight as well as Donatello, they are like co-pilots. But he never carried her on his back before.

Usually, April is carried by Raphael, on his neck/shoulder, and she’s fine with it. Raph is strong enough to carry her without any difficulties or slowing down.

It’s not Donnie’s weak to carry her - no, he strong enough to carry his battleshell with a lot stuff in it everyday, Don can carry Splints on his shoulder without any apparent difficulty. He strong enough to hold the weight of his battleshell+April. Oh, c’mon, D assembled the Turtle tank only by himself and this for sure requires a lot of physical strength in order to engage in auto mechanics. Try lifting the wheel with tyre, and you'll see what I mean. Of course, there is a jack, but it will not solve all the problems. Don could use hydraulics and Archimedes ' laws, but I'm sure he did most of it with his own hands. Lifting and carrying, all by himself.

Not the strengh what’s matter but another point.

The sequence where Donnie carries April on his back doesn’t last long, it’s pretty easy to miss, while Raph openly do that with April on him. 

Plus April’s gaze: she’s staring right at us with her “ninja-eyes” as if they were caught in the middle of something. The duration and length of the sequence, the way it is made all of this arouse certain thoughts. 

It’s like nobody should see this. Too personal. To be more specific - too close and intimate? 

Donnie stated a few times that he’s not into togetherness, tactile interaction and phisical side of contacts. Although he's fine with his brothers, don't forget that April is a girl. Even if she feels like part of family, she’s not his relative. She’s not his sister. 

Some people tend to avoid physical contact with the objects of their interest. And this behaviour fits in Don’s character. He’s anxious type with a lot of psychological and emotional issues. Yeah, he tries to cover it up, built a shell to protect himself, behave as confident extravert but he’s nothing like that. Sometimes D tends to distance himself from his family, to hide in his shell, and we've seen that throughout the show. 

Don hangs by his phone quite often, he addicted to this as his comfort zone, his peaceful cave, where everything is much easier,

Don pretends he’s so busy with his science stuff to ward off his brothers (ep. Mind Meld), 

Don went to the lab to work on his projects, while he could hang out with April and the brothers (ep. Mrs. Cuddles). And he left for what? To work on self-cleaning tooth pick, or the titan bust of himself? It’s seems like lame excuse to be alone. He’s definetely an intovert, who sometimes needs some space and time with himself. 

All his cocky behaviour is showing off to hide insecure, diffident and vulnerable creature, softshell purple turtle. Yeah, Donnie has confidence in what he’s great in: tech, science stuff, where he’s only one is capable of. But if someone steps on his domain or doubts his authority, his true colours exposed.

And, once again, “Mind meld” is a great evidence of that. Would callous, unsumpathetic guy without heart have a wall with pictures of his fellows? I’m afraid not. Donnie has a soft, caring heart.

There’s an alley of his the dearest moments, because photos - are always memory, precious moments we want to keep. 

1 - from “Minotaur Maze”. Don loves good pizza, loves his brothers, and they have a little adventure together. Yeah, this photo isn’t on champ wall, but still.

2 - from “Mascot melee”. Important day for bros as they show themselves to people at daylight to rescue Raph and their operation to buy a new robe for his father. It’s their joint brothers dance, and D is loving to dance, remember? Definetely special occasion.

3 - from “Mascot melee”. Splints was really glad to receive a gift from boys. And Donatello, as we know, is always eager to achive for pop’s approval. This for sure must be in his precious moments collection.

5, 7 - from “Donnie’s gifts”. He even keeps a dorky photo, which Raph uses as profile pic at Donnie’s number.

8, 9 - “Down with the sickness”. It was funny to survive all the 7 stages to achive what boys wanted. They failed, but still.

10 - from “Al be back”. Who knows that Splints is so good at singing?

4, 6 - from “The Fast and the Furriest”. Strange choice, cuz, you know, photos ten seconds before his collision with April bat?

And yeah, he HAS April’s photo here. And at this pic it’s April, and April alone,without his brothers. 

Don’s a real softie, see?

And avoiding physical contact is a way to protect Donnie’s already shattered self-esteem. To not cause any doubts in front of girl which he’s interested in. That’s possible reason why we did not receive any heartwarming hugs in “The Purple Jacket”.

But Donnie carries April, because it’s her birthday. On the one hand, the girl claims that  her b-day is cursed, and Donnie could, by any chance, do something nice for her, and on the other hand - any request of the bithday girl - is the law, as we could see earlier.

Gift for birthday girl

There is no Donnie in the scene after Draxum throw off Warren's arm. While Raph comfort April about her birthday, Donnie was looking for it to present it to April.

He knows the best what is the most precious gift for her. Warren Stone, her idol, goat of making news; she have been in Stoneheads fanclub for 9 years. Also, it seems that Donnie is the one of turtles, who collected info about this worm.

Also, he stopped immediately when April stepped between them and show no disappointing (remind you about Donnie's sadistic science guy nature). The reason is April.

And another cute detail: their glasses are the same form.

Another episode "Mystic library" has slightly touched D&A interaction. But were talking about Apritello, it's all hints but quality.

When Mayham trapped in the mirror and Raph, Leo and Mikey obviously are not coping, April decides to call Donnie to clear situation up.

Donnie, mister "I ruin everything", she's going to call for help. I repeat this. April calls for help Mr. Science to solve mystic problems with her pet. MYSTIC PET.

 And he AGREES.

Turtles dissuade their friend from calling Donatello but after a while, April returns with Donnie, and sees the bathroom in ruins.

I'm gonna clear this moment.

1. April haven’t called Donnie.

2. Some time later she returns with Dee.

3. Our girl is pretty shocked to see her bathroom in ruins, argo she didn't see/hear Raph chose to solve problem with smashing.

It must mean only ine thing: April went for Donnie by herself. We don't know where was he, we don't know what the reason April brought Donnie with her by herself, 'cause we know that if she call Dee, he will definitely get to her immediately.

Something is definetely off.

By the way, April changed Don’s profile pic.Yeah, the first one is very informative since Donnie is a turtle and he’s purple and he has bandana. Seems like April have done it by herself, editing the photo of real turtle. She didn't put a lot of effort into this, this image doesn't show her real attitude towards Don. But second is more personality-tinged. Sleeping Donatello in all his gear - this detail can tell us about only one thing - he was photographed when he fell asleep after his sleepless night(s) working hard at something - is something she can catch or receive by boys (namely speaking, it’s Leo, according to Ben Schwartz stated in an interview, that if Leo had an Instagram account, that 60 to 70% of his photos would be his brothers caught sleeping or slipping on things). And still. April has a dorky and little embarrassing pic of Donatello and this is... Interesting and cute?

This profile pic remind me about ROTTMNT: Sound off! (2nd issue)

The next station is “The Purple Game”.

Another episode in which the interaction of the characters is small in timing, but great in content.

And once again: they have a lot in common. I’d never tired of repeating this thing ‘cause the series do the same trick, showing one thing from different points of view. April and April shares the same taste in games, the same attitude, the same mojo. 

But the most important thing here is how D&A interacrions are shown in this episode. Unlike other episodes, the interaction here is indirect, is provided by gaming.

Their customized avatars reflects their personality. I mean, the colour schemes (though Donatello has never shown any interest in yellow, he used it for customization of his persona), the way their avatars looking. Game even refering to Sherlock_Corn as “she”, albeit it’s impossible to refer to her avatar in female pronoun. Because, you know, design and nickname?

And the in-game interaction of the avatars resembles D&A irl relationships. Bootyyyshaker 9000 don’t like togetherness, he’s looking like Donnie’s expectation of himself (cool and tough guy, as D sees himself in his own dreams)

Their dialogue

Actually. Actually, Donnie and April are not able to hear each other as game has no voice chat, but their lines make an perfect dialogue nevertheless.

April:Bootyshaker9000? Donnie? 

Donnie:April? You’re the last person I need to destroy to achive rank №1!

April:Ditto!

Both:There can only be one!

Donnie said the cheat combination, so April would know for sure what he is supposed to do, but she has no idea.

So, once again: their sync is incredible.

And can we talk about that?

April’s attack

As it seems, attacks may be customized by players. Bootyyshaker has attack that refers at Donatello main feature - superior intellect.

And this attack isn’t effective, because REAL April O’Neil has a resist towards it. She has known D for years, she knows what he’s capable of, she’s aware of his nerd side. April’s immune to it, so Sherlock_Corn is.

 Sherlock_corn has a default attack - kernel cannon. It’s nod to her nickname: kernel, corn, the same book. But her second atteck is something reflecting her personalitiy. Plus, April is aware of Donnie’s “fear” of togetherness. All’s fair in love and war, right?

April took a lot of BS9000 hp by her “friendly hugs”. And, by the way, his sweet reaction for hugs.

So:

The selection of the final opponent. It might be literally anyone, but we wouldn’t be able to see Dee’s obsession in that case. Yeah, he’s already had a  demon possesion ™, but it was too easy to him to win. No challenge. No “kill or be killed”, “It’s me or you” mojo.  He needed some tough gamer for challenging, to develop his character, push him too far. And  April, actually, is an excellent choice to reveal the character of certain purple turtle.To expose his true colours. And April do a great job: they know each other, so battle will be spicy, they are both compepitors, they are so alike, so it would be intersting to watch Donatello vs April. And it will, ‘cause In-game April and In-game Don is somewhat different than them usual.

April is Don’s slayer for sure. She’s good at gaming, her last attack was almost fatal for him. So he had to to cheated on her. 

Captain Cuddlecakes. Yes, she know about his afraid of togetherness. And there’s lovey-dovey attack animation with this cuddling and Donatello’s persona behaves like him. And it was SPECIAL RUN, so... I haven’t the foggiest why. Cute detail, I mean.

Just look at it.  Isn’t it cute?(at least we got their hugs somewhere... kinda. kinda.)

“Snow Day“, albeit  being family episode, shows a lot about D&A relationship through “family war”.

First of all, the same taste in films.   

Donnie’s already shown the same attitude to fashion, scary things as Cap O'Neil, April shares the same gamer’s mojo as Donatello, but now? We have Donnie and April that are loving the same movie.

For love of purple supernovas, of all the Jupiter Jim’s movies (and there are more than 60 of them), that's a convinient coincidence, they like the same movie.

It stated in series several times that Dee is fond of Atomic Lass. He had crush on her when he was child, he admires her by all his heart, so it will make sense if films with this character he would be his favourite. It’s logical, isn’t it?

Atomic Lass, even if she is part of JJ-universe, however, isn't in every movie. Leo described "JJ: Pluto vacation IV" and there is no sights of Atomic Lass. Like, at all. 

Nevertheless, April’s claimed that “PV-4” is the best movie of the time, and Don agrees. 

April:What the whaaaat? Hold up, Skip. “Jupiter Jim Pluto Vacation 4″ is the best JJ movie  of all time.

Donnie:Ranked, by us, just now. So it’s basically official, no arguing.

And they do this thing again. Reflecting each other. Facial expressions, intonations, poses and etc. Haven’t I mentiones that? Mirroring is natural way to build communication. People, who communicate enthusiastically, who have sympathy to each other, feelings of certain nature, unconsciously copy each other's poses.

Direct reflection and close contact have a strong effect. This is used between lovers, people with close relationships or interested in each other.

And you can see that during not only episode, but through the whole series. 

Poses, gestures, facial expressions they share constantly. Even if they are apart, they are mirroring each other, showing their bound. Because Apritello is not always about sitting close, holding hands and blushing. Apritello is about staying together even if they are not.  It’s about solid foundation, about synergy, about chemistry Donnie and April share. And all of these are not always so obvious and clear, evident. But so realistic nevertheless.

And that’s why they splitted off the fam - they are too close and alike. 

I stated it before but DonniexApril team is way more effective than Donniexbrothers team. Donatello and April are equal, worth each other. They are comfortable with each other, their teamwork is amazing. 

They are always near, close to each other for the entire episode. Stand up for each other, side by side. They have no need to do team-building, because their sincronization is incredible. April works well together with Donnie, their skills compliment each other. 

I love that April in a first place look at Donnie to check is everything alright.

And a cherry on top?

This inviting gesture. Donnie just watched all along how his brothers and April try to throw some cold water on this situation (khem, it slipped). But when April call him with this inviting gesture, he’d like to help. 

In other words, he was waitng when April requests for his help.    

Composition’s boners

Sometimes it happens during the show, but this episode beat hte score at this point. I say only one word: physics. Or, more precisely, the force of attraction. Or, maybe Mayham.

... Anyway.

Fitting in the type

April can play not so nice against her enemies, she got steady hand and meanness, merciless and reclessness. She’s passionate and kinda badass, sassy - in a positive way, she’s baddest girl who can kick your butt if you mess with her, and she really good at this. 

She has a fire, and Donnie likes that. Dee never stated that directly but miss O’Neil impressed him so many times and in different way so it’s kinda pretty obvious. 

Just look how Donatello reacted the way April took Raph down a peg. Her actions are elegant, relaxed but really sly. She almost dare Raph to put his flag on top only to bring him down to Earth in really painful way. She destroyed Bros’ team so easily just by waiting a bit and by calling Mayham. 

She’s definetely got some pepper.

Pretty cute but baddest, don’t you think?

And Donnie was impressed for sure, he admitted it - “That is fun for me”. He don’t even stand a chance, c’mon: she’s smarass and elegant, she can be mean and cute at the same time. 

Even though that’s it for season 1 analysis (the last series is more appropriate  to review as part of 2nd season, plus it was a reaally big post, I need some time)

You can refresh this whole situation in the car 1 and the car 2 or follow the hashtag #apritello express as you please. It’s a pleasure of mine, keep in touch :)

[aewhore]

hello can i request a kenny omega smut where the reader and kenny are out and the reader is being very bratty and when they go home kenny punishes her and makes the reader call him ‘sir’ :) thank you ❤️❤️

The King of Pro wrestling! Kenny Omega x reader (NSFW)  

 (Request for @kennysquads !!

love you by, I hope you love this!!)

Sitting backstage at dynamite was always exciting no matter how many times you did it. Listening in as Kenny, Don and the good brothers run through their upcoming segment gives you a fascinating insight into the work side of your fiance Kenny Omega. He had this dominant, powerful aura as he listened to Don talk about what an amazing wrestler he was and how he was the king of pro wrestling, you liked the sound of that. Your man is no normal world champion, he’s a king. You move your hand from your lap to Kenny’s, squeezing his muscular thigh before starting to gently massage your way up towards his groin. Your wandering hand is interrupted by Kenny’s when he grabs it suddenly. “Watch it doll, daddy’s working” his low, rough voice makes you smirk as you realise you’re getting him worked up.  “Oh I’m sorry, I just can’t keep my hands off my big strong King.” you fake pout at Kenny.  He tightens his grip on your hand before turning his attention back to Don. He moves his hand that’s holding your own to your lap before He releases your hand to rest it on your thigh, he returns to the conversation with the good brothers. Your newly freed hand jumps back into action as you move your hand to lightly touch Kenny’s forearm before you move it up to his strong biceps, you can’t help but grab at the tight muscle underneath his soft dress shirt. Kenny’s grip on your thigh tightened as his bicep tensed under your touch, you smiled at how even after years of being together Kenny still felt the need to show off to you.  

You move closer to Kenny so that your head rested on his shoulder, your lips just ghosting the back of his ear. “Do you need me to prove my loyalty to you, Your Highness? Or should I call you my King?” You were smiling as you could feel the anger in Kenny rise. “Doll. I’m warning you.” You roll your eyes at Kenny’s blunt responses. “I thought being a king made you fair, you’re not being very fair to me daddy.” you move your hand from Kenny’s bicep to his chest, slightly playing with the buttons on his shirt. Kenny allows your hands to roam for a little longer before he grabs onto it. “Careful Y/N, You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into Princess.” Kenny warned you but that only made your sly smile grow even more. “I think I can handle it, your highness.” You feel Kenny’s hand grip onto your own before Don interrupts. “Showtime Boys, let's get to guerilla position so the champion can be where he belongs, centre stage!” He turns on the spot and walks to the door with the good brothers. Kenny drops your hand and stands to follow Don before turning back to you. “When I get back here, you are not to say a word, we return to our hotel room and I shall deal with you then.” He towers over you as he awaits your response. “Yes, daddy.” He smirks, “Good girl” He leaves the room swiftly after. You breathe out a breath that you didn’t realise you were holding in when the door closed behind Kenny and his entourage. 

The ride back to the hotel was a quick and tense one as Kenny was pissed off from being hit by Kingston and nearly laid out by Christian. He had an iron grip on your hand as Don was yapping in his ear about how wonderful he was and how those guys don’t hold a candle to him. Although Kenny’s heavy breathing implies that he isn’t listening to uncle Donny. Once you all pull up to the hotel, Kenny drags you through the lobby and into the elevator. When the silver doors of the elevators closed in front of you, Kenny pulled you so you stood with your back tightly to his chest. His arms were locked around your waist. “When we get to our room, you are to strip immediately and lay on the bed, on your back with your legs open like the little slut you are.” You gasp at Kenny’s instructions, heat settling in your pelvis. “Do you understand doll?” Kenny was nearly growling into your ear at this point. “Yes sir” Your voice comes out as a slight whine but Kenny seems to be content with your answer as he leans back against the elevator wall and waits for you both to arrive at your floor. 

Walking to your room caused excitement and nerves to grow in the pit of your stomach. Kenny opens the door and allows you to enter first. You both slip off your shoes as you rush to the edge of the bed where you strip out of your clothes as fast as you can. As you climb onto the bed to settle on your back you see Kenny has taken off his jacket and has rolled his dress shirt sleeves up to his elbows. You subtly bite your lip as you drink in Kenny’s dominant appearance. Kenny walks from the doorway over to the side of the bed. “Hands above your head baby.” You follow Kenny’s order and raise your hands towards the bed’s wooden headboard. Kenny pulled a necktie from his back pocket and began to tie your outstretched hands to the headboard. Once he was finished tying your wrists, he took a small step back to take in your nude, bound form. “Aren’t you sight for sore eyes?” Kenny said more to himself than to you. Kenny stepped back towards the bed and kneeled on the edge of the bed beside you. He raised his hand to gently cup your cheek and smirked when you nuzzled into his palm. He traces your bottom lip with his thumb before slowly pushing his thumb into your mouth, you curl your tongue around his thumb as you gently suck on it. He pulls his thumb from your mouth and begins to move his hand down your neck, to your chest where he sharply pinched your nipple causing you to cry out at the sudden pain. “Quiet” Kenny growls as he continues to pinch and toy with your nipples until they are sensitive and hardened. 

Once he was satisfied with toying with your tits he continued to move his hand down your body, lightly grasping at your waist and hips. He retracts his hand before it moves between your legs. A low whine escapes your throat. Kennys moves with lightning speed as pinches your nipple again. “I said quiet doll, I don’t like to repeat myself.” You whine. “I’m sorry sir” You bite your lip to hold in your squeal. Kenny’s hand retreats again as he reaches behind him to grab a bottle of lube off of the bedside table. He opens the bottle and pours some onto his fingertips. Before returning the bottle to the table. He moves his hand down between your legs where he allows some of the lube to drip onto your awaiting pussy, you quietly gasp at the cool lube making contact. Kenny uses his middle and forefinger to rub the lube through your folds before rubbing tight circles onto your clit. You were choking back your moans as Kenny relentlessly rubbed circles on your clit. Kenny’s other hand moves to toy with your nipples. “Let me hear your slutty little moans baby, let this whole floor know who makes you feel this good.” You stop biting your lip immediately and allow your moans to flow freely from your mouth. The coil in your pelvis tightens and tightens and Kenny reduces you to a moaning mess. “Do you want to cum baby?” You frantically nod as words fail you. “Well, you should have thought about that earlier when you acted like a slutty little brat.” Kenny snarls as he takes his hands away from you leaving you on the edge of orgasm but not giving you the satisfaction of cumming.  

“Please sir, please I need to- I need to cum, please.” You beg Kenny but to no avail. ”You will cum when I allow you to cum, until then you will take what I give you. If you’re a good girl, I might let you cum, if not then you won’t be allowed to cum for a week and you’ll have to watch me get myself off. Am I understood doll?” Kenny’s voice makes you squirm with need, you need to cum and only Kenny can give you the relief you need. “Yes, Sir I understand.”  Kenny breaks out into a big smile. “Good girl.” Kenny moves so he is kneeling between your legs. His hands grasping your knees before roaming up your thighs and back again. Your back starts to slightly arch off the bed before one of Kenny’s hands comes down to rest on your pelvis, pushing you back against the mattress. Kenny leans back onto his heels, removing both his hands from your body and settling his hands onto his thighs. “You’re such a little slut for me aren't you doll, look at this pretty little pussy. I can’t wait to be balls deep in you, fucking you like the whore you are.” Kenny’s vulgar words have moans flowing from your mouth and you can feel your pussy throbbing, clenching around nothing. Kenny unbuttons his pants and slowly pulls down his fly. You bite your lip in anticipation of seeing Kenny’s hard cock. He reaches into his briefs to pull his cock out, not even bothering to remove any of his clothes. His cock was throbbing hard and leaking with precum. He jerked his cock a few times in his fist spreading the precum down his shaft. He moved towards you. He slid his cock along your folds, teasing your clit with the tip of his cock. His hands move from his cock to your hips. Your moans built-in volume as Kenny began to enter your hole. You screamed when Kenny completely thrust into you, stretching you out and giving you no time to adjust as he started a toe-curling pace. “Fuck, you take me so well doll, god you’re so tight, my little cum slut, oh my god, yes, you’re my fuck toy” Kenny’s grip on your hips was so tight you knew it would leave bruises but you didn’t care. You were too focused on trying not to cum but Kenny was making that incredibly difficult as his cock stretched you perfectly, hitting your G spot with every thrust and had you biting your lip so hard the coppery taste of blood trickled into your mouth. Kenny slightly lifted your hips off the mattress and the new angle had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “God look at you, you look like a bitch in heat, Fuck your nothing more than a little cumslut” Kenny somehow quickened his pace making tears form in your eyes before they streamed down your cheeks at the never-ending edging and overstimulation. Kenny’s thrusting began to falter as he was nearing an orgasm of his own. “Does my little cock sleeve want me to cum in her?” Kenny moved so you were now chest to chest with him speaking directly into your ear. “Yes sir, please use me as your cum rag, sir please!” You damn near scream before Kenny moves his hand from your hip to your neck to grip onto your throat. “Then cum for me doll,” he said as he tightens his grip on your throat. You cum immediately, the brief shortage of oxygen giving you the most euphoric orgasm you’ve ever had. Your vision going completely white as Kenny fucks you through your orgasm. He gives a few more deep thrusts before he cums deep inside of you, painting your walls with white ribbons of hot cum.   

“You still with me doll?” Kenny asks after collapsing onto you. “Hmm, yeah I’m here daddy.” You mumble back, your arms straining against your restraints, wanting to hold Kenny. Kenny reaches up and unties your hands, helping you to lower your arms as the muscles were still tense. “You did so well baby, you’re so perfect. I love you so much.” Kenny punctuated his words with kisses to your face and neck as a smile broke out onto your face and your heart warmed at his adoring words and actions. Kenny moved to pull out his now softening cock causing you to whine and wrap your arms around Kenny pulling him back into you. “What are you doing doll?” You tried to hide your blushing face in Kenny’s neck but he wouldn’t allow it, holding your chin in his hand so you had to make eye contact with him. “I was hoping... You would stay in me... All night.” Kenny’s worried face was replaced by a relieved one before his eyes fluttered shut for a moment. “Jesus doll, you’re trying to kill me. Of course, we can do that, you can have my cock whenever and however you want. How about a shower first though? Or would you rather daddy drew you a nice, warm bath?” You smiled knowing your daddy was going to spoil you all night long. “A bath please daddy.” Kenny nodded before he wrapped your legs around his waist and lifted you off the bed, walking towards the bathroom. You smiled into Kenny’s neck, maybe being a brat had its perks.

[pilothusband]

A lit torch to the woodpile high

A Paz VIzsla Bartender!AU

Rating: T (for now)

Pairing: Paz Vizsla x F!Reader

Warnings: Alcohol mention (they work in a bar), pining

Word count: 2k

Description: Paz is your boss at the Bear’s Den, a local pub. He’s surly and unfriendly and wants nothing to do with you, but there’s something about him you can’t stay away from.

Author’s note: Title is from a Frightened Rabbit song. Chapters will get smutty later on, I promise.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

A low thrumming resounded in your ribcage as you pulled your old beater into the dusty parking lot. The pub’s exterior was unassuming– its sign was worn and outdated, reading “Bear’s Den.” Today was your first day at your new bartending job, and you didn’t want to fuck it up. Glancing at your phone screen, you noticed you were about 20 minutes early for your shift.

You weren’t sure if you should sit in your car to kill time before walking in or if it would make a good impression to show up early. The original plan had been to show up early, as you always did, not now you weren’t so sure of that decision.

The original plan won out in the end. You locked your car behind you and dusted off your jeans. The building was dilapidated, for the lack of a better word. The stucco exterior was cracked in some spots, reaching up from the door to the roof. The front door was massive and looked older than the building itself. You pulled on the big iron handle, struggling with the weight of the structure.

The bar was sparsely populated. You found yourself hesitating, hovering at the entrance, not sure if you should walk up to the bar or try to find your new boss, Orso.

“Can I see an ID?” A gruff voice sounded in your ear and you nearly jumped out of your skin, spinning around to find you were face-to-face an older gentleman, probably around his mid-50s. He was a thick, severe looking man, with a grey handlebar mustache, shiny bald head, and a black t-shirt that stretched over his large biceps.

“Oh, sure,” you said, scrambling to find your wallet. You handed the plastic card over, looking up at his hulking form as he surveyed it. “I’m the new bartender,” you added lamely.

The man guffawed in response. Guffawed.

“Why didn’t you say so?” He asked. His shoulders were shaking with mirth. You found his entire demeanor changed when he smiled and couldn’t help but smile in return.

“Go on back to the office. Paz should be back there and he can show you how to punch in.”

“Thank you!” You replied brightly. “It’s nice to meet you…” you trailed off, waiting for him to introduce himself.

“Rick,” he said, flashing another smile your way. He held out his hand in greeting and you shook it, giving him your name in return.

You made your way towards the back of the room. There was a door to the left of the bar that Rick pointed out to you. It led to a dimly lit hallway, leading to kitchen doors ahead. The doors on the right were labeled as the bathrooms, while the door on the left had an embossed “Office” label on the front. You knocked on the door, hoping you weren’t interrupting your new boss.

After a moment you heard a muffled “come in.”

The latch on the door creaked as you pushed it open gingerly. There was a man sitting behind a desk that looked absurdly small for his large frame. His hair was ruffled, as if he had been running his hands through it in frustration. His elbow was resting on the desk, chin in hand, as he was writing something down on a piece of paper.

“Um, hi, I’m the new bartender and Rick said I should come talk to you?”

The man looked down at his watch, brow furrowed.

“You’re early.”

You swallowed your nerves before responding.

“Yeah, I um, wanted to get here early in case it took a while to get clocked in.”

The man grunted in response.

“The name’s Paz. I’m the lead bartender and manager here. Orso may own the bar, but I run its day-to-day operations.” He sounded as if he was reading off a script. “Show up for your shifts on time and do as I say and we won’t have a problem. Got it?”

You nodded mutely. 

“Follow me,” he said, getting up leading you towards the kitchen. His legs were impossibly long. When he stood up he dwarfed you by at least a foot.

“This is where you punch in. Pretty self-explanatory.” He pointed to a panel just inside of the kitchen. He handed you your punch card and you took it, swiping in for the day.

You tried to ignore the butterflies that erupted in your stomach when your finger brushed against his.

There was an older woman in the kitchen with you, fiddling with the deep fryer. She had grey hair, pulled back with a net, and wore a thick black apron with a Bear’s Den logo on the pocket.

“This is Madge, she runs the kitchen. Don’t cross her,” he said. If it were any other person in the world saying those words, you would have thought he was joking. 

“Don’t listen to him,” Madge croaked. “I’ll be back here if you need anything at all, sweetie.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” you said. You introduced yourself, wanting to make a good impression on the woman.

“She’s the new bartender,” Paz mumbled, waving off your introduction to move the tour along. What the hell was this guy’s problem?

The back door swung open suddenly, startling everyone in the room. A young man around your age walked through, coughing.

“Oh, hey boss,” he sputtered, looking over at Paz.

Paz rubbed his temples with impatience.

“Donny, how many times do I have to tell you not to smoke at work?”

“Just a few more times, boss. It’ll stick soon,” he gave Paz a shit-eating grin. “Who’s this now?”

You introduced yourself to Donny, observing the red rims around his eyes. He gave you a lazy smile.

“Come on back whenever you want to steal a mozzarella stick or two,” he said. You could hear Paz huff behind you, earning a laugh from the younger man. It seemed like this guy had no qualms getting on his boss’ nerves.

“Come on, I have more to show you.” Paz said, herding you towards the door.

“These lazy fuckers out here are our servers, Dillon and Harlow.” They were both sitting at a table in the corner, playing some sort of card game.

“We don’t have any customers yet, Paz,” the girl, Harlow rolled her eyes. “Besides, why do you have everyone on staff tonight? It’s Tuesday.”

Harlow was gorgeous, with long brown hair and sparkling eyes. Dillon, the boy next to her, had neatly trimmed blond hair with blue eyes. He reminded you of a frat boy. They both wore what was the assumed uniform: jeans and a black t-shirt.

“Because Orso wanted everyone here to get the new bartender trained up.”

They both turned their attention towards you. Harlow gave you a wide smile, while Dillon looked you up and down with a smirk.

“It’s so nice to meet you, and not just because I don’t have to run around serving and making drinks on busy nights,” Harlow said, getting up and shaking your hand.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” you chuckled in response. 

“Harlow will be training you whenever I’m not around,” Paz supplied.

“I can train her!” Dillon interjected, looking hopeful.

“You’re not a bartender.” Paz said flatly. Dillon didn’t argue, slouching down in his seat. It seemed like Paz’s word was God’s around here. 

Paz moved on to show you the layout of the bar, pointing out that the better quality liquor was on the top, while the lower quality and well liquor was below. He pointed out the beers on draught, as well as the little fridge behind the bar that carried the bottled beer and wine wine. The red wine was up on a shelf above the liquor, which was going to be potentially problematic, since it was located far above your head.

“I’ll grab those for you if someone orders red wine,” he said, almost reading your mind as you craned your neck to look at the shelf.

You looked over at him and gave him a grateful smile. He looked away almost immediately as your eyes met, clearing his throat.

“Any questions?”

You shook your head, feeling a little defeated.

“Seems straightforward,” you said. “Thanks for showing me around. I’m sure you have other things you need to be doing.”

He grunted in response, not disagreeing. 

It seemed like everything you said managed to annoy him in some way or another. It was throwing you through a loop. Not that it was something you were necessarily worried about. You didn’t need everyone to like you. Not even a ridiculously good-looking man who was built like a tree.

All during the tour, you tried to block out any lustful thoughts you had about your mysterious new boss. You tried to ignore how dwarfed you felt when Paz stood next to you and how large his calloused hands were. You had to hold your breath when he gesticulated with them, because a whiff of his subtle cologne would make its way over and make you sigh like a lovesick schoolgirl.

Nope, you definitely did not get lost thinking about how this man could toss you around like a rag doll, or how deep and rich the timbre of his voice sounded.

A moment later, the first customer walked in. He was a portly middle aged-man, wearing denim overalls and a ratty flannel, and judging by the silent nod Rick gave him, he was a regular.

“You’re up, newbie.”

Paz stepped back, crossing his massive arms to observe your first customer interaction. You turned around and tried to ignore the way the veins in his arms flexed with the movement.

“Hi there!” You tried not to cringe at how overly-chipper your voice sounded and ignored the muffled laugh behind you. “What can I get you?”

The customer didn’t answer your question, instead he nodded behind your shoulder, towards Paz.

“This the new girl?” He asked, a grin on his face.

“The one and only,” Paz said. “Be nice Bob, you’re her first customer.”

“I’m always nice,” the man sputtered. “Especially to pretty little things like her.”

You could almost feel Paz bristle behind you. You immediately wanted to slap this guy, but you swallowed your anger and smiled at him. Do it for the tips.

“What can I get you?”

“Your number, for starters,” he grinned at you lecherously.

“Bob,” Paz gave him a warning.

You couldn’t see what Paz was doing while he said it, but judging by the flash of fear in Bob’s face, it wasn’t friendly.

“Just kidding sweetheart. I’ll take a Miller Light.”

You poured him a pint and handed it over with a coaster. The man’s tip was suspiciously high, but you didn’t question it.

The rest of your shift was slow. Customers trickled in and ordered generally simple drinks. Not that you were surprised; this wasn’t exactly the kind of establishment where you ordered fancy cocktails.

Paz had watched you like a hawk for the first hour of your shift. But after a while he must have decided you knew what you were doing, so he went off to check on the other employees and did more work in the office. He would come out every once in a while to check on the bar, probably to make sure you weren’t screwing up.

Before you knew it, the clock struck 2 A.M. and it was time to close up for the night. Every other employee, besides you and Paz, had left for the night. You felt dead on your feet and couldn’t wait to crawl into your bed.

“Alright, let’s go. I’ll walk you to your car.” Paz strolled out from the kitchen, keys jingling in his hand. You swallowed heavily.

“Okay.”

God, she’s terrified of me.

Paz admittedly knew the effect he had on you. He intimidated everyone, and that’s how he wanted it. But for some reason, he felt a twinge in the pit of his stomach every time you were too scared to meet his eyes.

The moment you walked into the office and introduced yourself to him, all shy and timid, Paz knew he was screwed. 

You were so small compared to him, but the curves on your body were impossible to miss. And your eyes – they were so wide and expressive, taking in every word he said. Not to mention your mouth. Fuck, your mouth was almost sinful. He struggled not to stare at your lips every time you spoke.

He found himself fantasizing about reaching out to put his hand on your waist a few times during the tour. Every time it happened he felt a white hot pang of shame. You were his employee. Not to mention he had read your file and noticed you were a whopping 8 years younger than him.

You didn’t need someone like him swooping in and ruining your life.

No, he would walk you to your car and watch you drive away and continue pushing you away, as he did with every other person he knew.

He didn’t get into his car until you were pulling out of the parking lot. He watched your car putter down the street, disappearing into the lonely night.

Taglist: @tenderclio @softdin @maybege​ 

[sammyheroes]

Not My Type

(ROTTMNT x 2012 TMNT)

Summary: Casey Jones confronts this world’s Donnie for catching April’s attention. The result is an eye-opening revelation.

Rise Turtles: Donatello, Raphael, Michelangelo, Leonardo, O’Neil 2012 Turtles: Donnie, Raph, Mikey, Leo, April

Pairing: 2012 CaseyxApril, Rise Apritello

Read it on AO3.

(I will take prompts too!)

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Casey Jones didn’t like it when another dude got his April’s attention. Sure, she wasn’t property, not even his girlfriend (someday...), and was her person, but Casey would be lying if he said he wasn’t jealous. The worst part was that he was jealous of this world’s Donatello of all things. He hated it. His purple-clad turtle was a dork. He was also obsessed with his April. But this Donatello? He was cool.

Casey hated that.

He even had eyebrows! Those stupid eyebrows that his April’s asked him about and then asked him if he could fix hers. That’s when Casey noticed: his April was flirting with this Donatello.

“So... can you fix mine? I always have trouble with them.” Said April as she played with a strand of loose ginger hair and her foot made little circles on the floor.

Donatello glanced at her boringly and nodded. “Sure, let me get my kit.”

Casey glared from afar as he watched Donatello leave and return with an eyebrow set on hand and got to work on April’s eyebrows. He was starting to think why April never liked Donnie that way: she liked bad boys. A thought that made Casey smirk for a moment as he considered himself a bad boy, before frowning again. April seemed to gravitate more towards him in terms of romance, even if Donnie was her best friend. But this Donatello? He was also a bad boy and the worst part? He looked cool while doing it.

Casey also didn’t want to forget how April stared dreamily at him when his turtle friends decided to challenge the more colorful turtles in a fight and train (if Casey knew his Raph, he just wanted to see if he could take down the bigger Raphael, which he couldn’t at the end of the training session).

He and April were sitting on the sidelines along with this world’s Splinter, a shorter and more chubby version of the tall rat he had grown fond of. He was studying the other turtles, something that Casey Jones never did, studying was for nerds. But he had to admit he understood the appeal for the turtle. Being a softshell turtle, this Donatello was far more flexible than any turtle regardless of the dimension, except for Mikey. With all the twists and backflips and the fist he managed on his Raph’s angry face and survive... it all seemed to further catch April’s attention. Also, he looked far more muscular than Donnie and himself. Casey would not blame April for looking. At least, Casey tried to convince himself that April was just that, looking and nothing more.

From the corner of his eye, he could see that his Donnie had noticed it too. Which was funny, because that meant Donnie was jealous of a version of himself.

However, it all became a bit confusing when he met the other April O’Neil, or just O’Neil to distinguish them both. Casey noticed how Donatello’s demeanor changed around her. Small changes, but changes nonetheless. He seemed more relaxed around O’Neil than with April, even though they were technically the same person. Why would Donatello act relaxed and sweet with the brown-haired girl while he acted indifferent with April? They were the same person!

Casey narrowed his eyes at Donatello as O’Neil sat beside him on the kitchen table and casually hugged his toned arm while he worked on some blueprints for the portal to get them all home. The turtle caressed her cheek lovingly for a moment before continuing with his work; O’Neil gave her insight on a few parts.

Casey blinked. Ok... This was weird. Extremely weird. It was almost like... they were a couple. In his world, that was impossible. Donnie was way too obsessed with April and he himself might be way too careless for April’s liking. But here? They acted casual and caring, in a way he’d never seen his own set of Donnie and April back home.

He glanced at April’s (the ginger one) own frown at the two and then she left the room. Casey frowned. He had to settle this with this Donatello, so he waited until O’Neil left the kitchen not ten minutes later when he was finally left alone with Donatello. Casey cleared his throat and Donatello sighed.

“What is it?” He asked, annoyed at the fact that he was about to be interrupted.

“What’s up with you and my April?” Casey demanded.

Donatello looked up, a bored gaze met Casey’s eyes. “What do you mean, lover boy?”

Casey blushed at the nickname because it was true. “She’s flirting with you. She never flirts with our Donnie.”

Donatello groaned, annoyed. “Yes, I’ve noticed and it’s getting annoying, but I have not told her off for the sake of not causing trouble with the other turtles. I’ve also noticed my other self is head over heels for her.”

Casey stared. “You noticed?”

“Yes, and I don’t see her appeal. But each one to their own, I guess.”

“Whoa, whoa!” He pointed at Donatello. “April is beautiful!”

“I never said she wasn’t, Jones.” Donatello snapped. “I’m just saying that you should stop pestering me about your April and go back to bicker with your Donnie because I’m not interested in her. And tell her to stop flirting with me and to decide between you two for once. Or none at all.” He shook his head.

Casey glared. “Hey, that’s our business!”

“You made it my business by asking me to stop flirting with her, something I never did. I don’t want to get dragged into your weird romantic drama.” Donatello scoffed.

“But... you fixed her eyebrows!”

Donatello glared at the poor excuse. “Her eyebrows,” He leaned closer to him. “Were a disgrace. I was just being kind to her.” He sat back down. “Also, she’s confused between you two with your endless bickering over her, so I guess that she went to someone that was somehow familiar to her, even though we never met before, and formed an attraction. Not to mention, I’m pretty good-looking. I feel bad for her, but it is starting to get on my nerves. So I will have my talk with her and simply say I’m not interested.”

“But-but how!? How can you reject her?”

Donatello glared. “Don’t you want me to reject her? Please decide, I don’t have all day.”

“Yeah, I do. What I meant was how can you reject someone as pretty as her?”

Donnie glared. “Ok, first of all, gingers have no souls.”

Casey gasped. “Hey--”

“Second, if she isn’t cute, mean, and dark-skinned then she is not my type.”

Casey blinked. Cute? Mean? Dark-skinned? “So it’s true. You and O’Neil are together.” He breathed. Gosh, he couldn’t believe that in another dimension, Donnie got to stay with April.

“Yes, we are. And I will appreciate it if she stopped flirting with me or else if my April finds out, Ginger April isn’t going to survive the day.” Donatello grinned.

Casey stared back nervously. “Will she hurt her?”

“Nah, but she will be on her bad side until my April decides it’s not worth it.”

“Oh, that doesn’t sound so bad...”

“Then again, April is friends with a lot of voodoo practitioners...” Donatello mused. “She might talk with them about making a ginger doll.”

Casey gulped. “OK, just to talk to her.” He stood up to leave when Donatello stopped him.

“Jones?”

“Yeah?”

Donatello gave him a neutral look. “Resolve your romance issues and just be forward with her. The same goes for the other me. She’s not a prize to be won,” He sighed. “That’s why she hasn’t chosen any of you. Keep treating her like this and she will find someone else. Are we clear?”

“Crystal.” Casey nodded. He hated to admit that this Donatello was probably right. He might need to have a serious talk with his Donnie and April.

“Good. Now leave before I decide to feed you to Raph.”

[remmushound]

Bay/rise 46!! @errorfreak88 @brightlotusmoon @digitl-art-monstr @selfindulgenz @dakotafinely @yarchurr @sprinklestheditty @sententiously-sarcastic

Content warning! Mentions of death and suicide

Shredder was fighting with everything he had to free himself. He thrashed around, spinning as much as the tight containment would allow. If anything, he looked like a housecat in a carrier on its way to the vet. The families from both worlds gathered around the containment, much to Shredder’s furious frustration as he tried to slash himself free, but the containment held firm.

“Release me at once!” He snarled, pressing his muzzle to the clear door that didn't quite look to be glass; it had a more pinkish tint, like everything else in this place did.

Mikey and Raph looked at each other, and then looked at Shredder. “NAW!”

“April!” Leo ran to O’neil’s side as she finally removed her disguise, then looked beside her with a more confused look when he saw Casey. “Casey? How are you here— how are you breathing?”

O’neil opened her mouth to show what looked like gum on her tongue. “The other Donnie made these.”

All eyes fell wide on Donatello.

“What? I had a few hours while Leo was coming up with a plan.” Donnie shrugged, “They’re just prototypes. You can keep the rest if you want— I got a dozen more of the things.”

“But how did you—?”

“It’s easy! You mentioned that they shouldn’t be able to breath in here and i figured it was because of the weird properties of the air, but clearly we could breathe here, and so could my April so I took swabs of all of our mouths and then I took a swab of their mouths, compared the differences, and isolated the isotopic signatures that they didn't have and applied that knowledge into creating a gelatin-based supplement, and I gave their bodies a few hours to process the change, and then tested it by putting them near Leo’s rift where the atmosphere’s of both places merged and they were doing just fine so I deduced that my genius worked and we followed through with the plan. Any questions?”

“Several.” Mikey raised his hand.

“Write em down when we get home and I’ll answer them then.”

“Hey— you ain’t got yo uh… shell thing on.” Raph commented when he came behind Donatello.

“Yes— it didn't work with the plan. I needed to make him think I was Leo. Colored lenses, man I tell ya, they’ll change the world! My battle shell’s back home so I’d really like to get back there like ASAP because I am feeling highly anxious right now.”

“For a second there I didn't even think your plan would work.” Leo laughed weakly and shook his head, “Good idea using Draxum!”

Leonardo didn't answer.

“Leo? Donatello asked.

Leonardo walked closer to the containment cell and placed his hand on it, staring in at the tortured figure of his brother. The creature was Shredder in both mind and body, no doubt about that. The armor, the metal ribs, those sickle claws were all Shredder! But the plastron, and those baby blues eyes belonged to Raphael and to see them on someone else— something else— made Leonardo incredibly sad. He wondered if Raphael could still hear him…? Maybe not. But Shredder certainly could, right?

“Can you hear me?” Leonardo whispered to the tank; his eyes locked onto the blue ones just beyond the barrier.

Shredder gave a low rumble and lowered his head to meet Leonardo’s gaze.

“You can, can’t you? I know your name…”

“I am the Shredder…” Shredder rasped quietly.

“No you’re aren’t. The armor is Shredder. I don’t know if you’re him anymore since you swallowed my brother, but you used to be Oroku Saki.”

Shredder visibly flinched at the name, snarling and pulling his head back into his armor as far as it could go. “Don’t say that name…”

“Why? It is your name, isn’t it?” Leonardo asked, “I know it because Draxum told me. He was just a kid back then, but he knows the stories. The stories of the great and noble Oroku saki.”

“What is he doing?” Leo almost snarled, but Draxum held out a hand for silence.

Draxum watched with the utmost curiosity, his eyes shimmering like rubies as he observed Shredder's reaction to every word being said.

“You led the Foot Clan over five hundred years ago, right? Your clan lived in peace, and you learned from the kappa. They taught you ninjitsu and you brought it back to your Clan, didn't you…?”

Shredder gave the lowest grunt. “I remember. I met them when I was young boy playing by the river. I gave them an offering of cucumbers, and as a thanks they gave me my first lesson.”

“I knew you remembered.” Leonardo said, his heart sparking at the implications of what it could mean, “I knew it! Your clan was so… honorable until a great evil came to your land, and you couldn’t fight it off. Do you remember what the evil was…?”

Shredder gave an evil roar and tried to charge the door, though he couldn’t get much of a running start to do any damage. Leonardo held his hands up in peaceful surrender.

“Don’t wanna talk about it! Completely understand!”

Shredder settled back down quickly.

“You must be in so much pain.” Leonardo shook his head slowly as he touched the glass. “Saki… all you wanted to do was protect your clan, and now you’ve had to fight this dark armor for… for years. You… you’re so tired and— and you can’t fight anymore and that's okay! You’ve been fighting for five hundred years…”

Shredder brought the nose of his armor to touch where Leonardo’s hand was, his eyes still watching Leonardo in a quiet observance.

“You don’t have to fight anymore— at least not alone! But Raph… if you can hear me, I need you to fight harder than you ever have. Please… if you d… don’t… then I’ll have to destroy you and I don’t think I can…”

Leonardo rested his head against the door, the coldness of the chamber like sweet relief from the heat of his body.

“I know it's still you in there. I can see your eyes! And I need you to fight this, because if you don't then you’ll destroy me because I can’t destroy you. And then Mikey and Donnie, our baby brothers… they’re gonna have to watch both of us die. Heh…” Leonardo laughed weakly as he wiped his eyes, a wavering smile trying to take hold of his face. “You hear what I said? Baby brothers. Donnie’s older than me, I know, but… it just felt right. Silly Leo huh?”

Shredder didn't answer.

“And not just them. Our father… our sister… our new friends. They’re gonna have to watch it happen. They’re gonna have to watch us die… so I need you to fight this. Please.”

Shredder stared, his eyes like icicles piercing through Leonardo like knives. Still he said nothing. He didn't move, hardly breathed. He just stared.

“Raph…” Michelangelo’s weak voice rasped suddenly, and Shredder snapped his attention to look at the approaching box turtle. Michelangelo was fiddling with his hands in front of him, his head low and eyes wide and sad. “Hi. It’s Mikey. Can you hear me?” He touched the door just as Leonardo was. “I really really want you back. I miss you.”

Shredder stared intently at Michelangelo. Michelangelo looked to Leonardo with a soft whimper, but Leonardo waved him on gently.

“D… do you remember when we ordered that Lou Jitsu video game and… and I really wanted to pick it up all on my own? You were so scared that I would get hurt, because I’m… little and stuff. I’m your baby brother! But even though you were scared, you still eventually let me go? And… when I did get in trouble like you said I would, you didn't yell or shout at me or anything. You just… gave me a hug and helped me! You didn't try to say you told me so even though you did tell me so. Do you remember that?”

Shredder gave a low rumble.

“Raph…” Donatello’s voice came this time, just as straightforward as ever but with a new, gentler tone to it if that were possible. “Do you uh… remember Mrs.Cuddles?”

Shredder gave a sharp growl and pulled back.

“Take that as a yes.” Donatello cleared his throat, “You know how it was my dumb idea for April to bring the doll over in the first place? Just to scare you like a jerk of a little brother?”

Shredder leaned closer once more.

“You… forgave all of us for it… even though it was our fault that the thing nearly killed our family and all of New York? That was pretty cool of you.”

“Red Rover?” This time it was April’s turn to approach, “You’ve always been a good big brother! I remember back when y'all were still eating dumpster scraps and I’d bring y'all snacks any time I could swing it with my parents. And every time, no matter how many snacks I brought, I never seen you eat one cause you were always too concerned with making sure your brothers got something that wasn’t gutter trash.”

Draxum stepped up. “When Michelangelo er… was helping me to change my ways… you hated me. Absolutely despised me, for good reason. I had done terrible things up until that point. Yet… when your brother orange begged you to give me a chance, you did. You didn't trust me, but you trusted him, and you gave me a chance. I thank you now…”

“And when Draxum threw me off a building and I could’ve gotten really hurt you… you dove right down after me. No hesitation, no panic. Just straight down after me and… and you caught me. I was being so obnoxious that day too.”

“My son… My Raphael…” Yoshi was the last to step up, his ears pressed back against his head as he smiled at the Shredder’s eyes. “I remember when you were small enough to fit in my hands. Oh, you were such a fussy baby! I would always sing you and your brothers the same lullaby my grandfather sung to me. You remember how it goes?”

Shredder didn't respond.

“I would hate babysitting beyond the Bon Festival. The snow begins to fall and the baby cries…”

The pupils of Shredder’s eyes dilated, filling almost the entirety of the dark space.

“How can I be happy even when Bon Festival is here…? Unwillingly babysitting thinking of days after mid-summer Bon holiday. The flurry of cold snow continues… and a baby repeating cries. Even come Bon holiday, what is so joyful, no clothes and no sash for attire. The baby is so irritable to cry. That baby’s crying annoys me. Babysitting for a whole day, or even more. Every day I grow thinner. Wishing to get back home in a hurry across the border. That’s my parents' home…” Yoshi gave the softest laugh as he finished the lullaby and wiped his eyes clear of tears. “Oh, how you all loved that song. I… was in a dark place back then— so resentful of where my life was. But you boys helped me more than I could ever thank you for. If there hadn’t have been the need to take care of you, then I… wouldn’t be here today. I would have… done something cowardly. But I’m so glad I didn't. So please, my son… Raphael… let me help you.”

[jiejie-eonni-onee-sama]

Speaking her language

For the charming @empress-writes​ 💙💛🧡💖

Hope you’ll like the story!

The South of France is a safer place for the Basterds, as they took a break after their last mission.

They were currently hidden in a remote cottage near the small village of Gassin. Its inhabitants were kind and helpful, which was a blessing for Aldo Raine and his men.

"No news from the superiors, Lieutenant?"

"Na yet, Donny. But ya can be sure that we're gonna heard about them, one way or another!"

"So, let's enjoy our free time!" happily exclaimed Hirschberg as he ate a piece of cake.

"Can you sometimes stop eating, you glutton?" admonished Andy.

"But Mrs. Dupin's pies are so delicious!"

As the others were gently chatting, Wicki was gazing at (Y/N) (L/N), the only woman in the group. He could not help but smile while looking at her as she read a book. 

If you ask him, he would probably answer that everything she did was perfection. To sum up, he fell heels over head in love with the woman.

Of course, the other Basterds were aware of it and never missed an opportunity to tease him about his crush. Even Hugo loved taunting him!

Wilhelm's daydreaming was interrupted by Utivitch, who shyly asked:

"Hey, (Y/N)?"

"Yes, Smithson?" answered the woman with a gentle smile.

"What are you reading?"

"Oh, I was reading Les lettres de mon moulin by Alphonse Daudet. It is a French collection of short stories about Provence!"

"Okay... Wait, you understand French?"

She laughed.

"Uti, can you remind us what is my job here?"

"She is the translator, you dummy!" growled Hugo.

"Don't be so harsh, Stiglitz!" scolded Hicox.

"Indeed, I am the translator of the group."

"Of course!"

"By the way, how many languages do you speak?" inquired Omar.

A sly grin appeared on her face.

"What if we played a little game?"

"YES! A GAME!" happily screamed Andy, Michael, and Simon.

"Ouch! My ears!" grumbled Wicki.

"Okay, let's play! What are the rules, doll?" asked Donny.

"It's simple: I'll talk in a language to each of you in turn, and you have to guess how many languages I can speak!"

"Sounds good to me! Start whenever ya want, pretty!"

Suddenly, all the Basterds were quiet and waited for (Y/N).

While she was mentally choosing the first player, the other Basterds noticed the enamored gaze of Wicki towards the blonde woman. Time to play some trick on the suitor...

"I'm going to start with... Mr. Hicox!"

"I'm always ready, my dear!"

"Eres muy guapo. ¡Un verdadero caballero!" (You're very handsome. A real gentleman!)"

"Mmmmh... I would say that you speak Spanish!"

"Exactly!"

"And what did you say?"

"I told you that you were handsome, and you look like a real gentleman!"

The Basterds laughed and whistled.

"Well, milady, you're absolutely astonishing! Hearing you speaking Spanish is like listening to a nightingale!" answered the British spy with a seductive wink.

The young woman chuckled before asking:

"You sweet-talker! Alright! Who's next?"

"Why won't you ask Omar?" snickered Michael.

"Go to hell!" grunted the latter.

"Don't worry, Omar: it's only for fun. Are you ready?"

A charming smile came across Omar's face:

"Please, go ahead!"

"Okay... Nǐ hěn yǒnggǎn, wǒ hěn gāoxìng chéngwéi nǐ de péngyǒu!" (You're brave, and I'm happy to be your friend!)

Omar was puzzled.

"It does not sound like a European language..."

"You're right, it's not from Europe..."

"Mh, that's tricky... I don't know!"

"Give it a try!" she gently encouraged him.

The soldier scratched the back of his head:

"Er... Is it Japanese?"

"Sorry, but no. It was Chinese!"

"CHINESE? REALLY?" yelled Omar under the laughs of his comrades.

"Yes, indeed. I learned it when I was younger, thanks to my nanny who came from Shangai! And if you want a translation, it means that you're brave and I am happy to be your friend!"

"Alright... Well, thank you! It was beautiful! Especially when it comes from you!"

"You charmer!"

Wicki raised an eyebrow: he started to guess what his friends were doing, and he was not pleased...

"Fine, let's go back to the game, would you? The next one will be... Donny!"

"At your orders, baby doll!" 

"Then, I start... Sei forte e affascinante! E amo il tuo sorriso!" (You're strong and charming! And I love your smile!)

"Ah, so easy! Italian!"

"Bravo! You're right!"

"And what did you mean?"

"I said Donny is strong and charming... and I love his smile!"

Donny put his large hands on his chest, faking to be enthralled.

"And she speaks Italian! Gosh, this woman is perfect!"

He blew her a kiss.

"Please, receive this proof of love from a Bostonian guy!"

Laughing at his antics, (Y/N) mimicked catching the kiss and holding it against her heart.

"Thank you, Donny!"

As for Wilhelm, he gets annoyed. He did not know if they were trying to woo her for real or if they were just pissing him off. In both cases, he hated them at the moment.

"Okay. For the next turn, I'll ask for... Lieutenant Raine!"

"Here I am, pretty woman!"

"Fine, let's go... 'ant qayid rayie qawiun washajae wajadhab jadana!" (You are an astounding leader. Sturdy, brave, and so attractive!)

"Uh, that's a tricky one! Sounds like the Cree language..."

"Unfortunately, Lieutenant, I don't speak Native American languages."

"Okay... So, is it Danish?"

"No."

"Hm... Perhaps Portuguese?"

"Wrong answer. It was Arabic!"

"WOAH!" exclaimed all the Basterds, impressed.

"God, you awe me! And what did you mean?"

"I was saying that you are an astounding leader and that you are sturdy, brave, and attractive!"

Aldo smirked and gave her his best seductive face.

"Girl, give me back my heart, would ya? You stole it since the first day!"

(Y/N) heartily laughed.

"Please, Lieutenant: you're a charmer!"

"Only for you, sweetheart!"

"Verräter!" (Betrayer!) gritted Wicki.

"Fine, let's go! I choose... Andy!"

"At your service, milady!"

"Okay, I start... Du är söt när du ler." (You're cute when you smile)

"Uh... Does this language exist?"

"Of course!"

"Okay, Kagan: use your brains... Ah, I know: Danish!"

"Almost..."

"Swedish?"

"Good answer!"

"Well done, Kagan!" laughed Archie.

"Thanks, sir... But I'm sure that if (Y/N) goes to Sweden, they would hate her!"

"Why?"

"Look at her smile: it's like the sun, the snow would melt in a blink!"

"Oh My God, Kagan! That was the corniest thing I've ever heard!" roared Michael as he clutched his sides.

"Well, I find it cute. Thank you, Andy!"

"You're welcome... By the way, what did you mean?"

"Oh, I said that you're cute when you smile!"

Kagan fiercely blushed.

"Thank you, Miss..."

"Pleasure is mine... Hey, Michael, do you want to try?"

"I never say no to a challenge, especially from a beautiful lady!"

"Let's see... Vy geniy i prekrasnyy chelovek." (You are a genius and a lovely man). 

"Woah, Woah, Woah! What the hell is that language?"

"I assure you, this is a real language!"

"Uh... German?"

"NO!" answered Wicki and Stiglitz, offended.

"Calm down, guys! Okay, so if it's not German... It's Russian!"

"Bravo!" (Y/N) clapped happily.

"Wait a minute... If I did not miss the track, we know that you speak 6 languages! And I don't know why, but I think you know more!" said Utivitch.

"That's right! Okay, now, who wants to try?"

"I volunteer!" exclaimed Smithson.

"With pleasure! Let's see which language I use with you..." she wondered.

She got an idea and started to speak in a foreign language:

"Anata wa watashi ga imamade deatta naka de mottomo omoshirokute shinsetsuna hitodesu!" (You're the funniest and kindest man I ever met!)

"Ah, I got it! If it's not Chinese... It's Japanese!"

"Splendid!"

"Well done, chap!" laughed Simon as he applauded.

"Thanks, pal. And may I know the meaning of your sentence?"

"Of course! I said that you are the funniest and kindest man I ever met!"

"And they dare to say perfection does not exist! Obviously, they did not meet our lovely (Y/N)!" shouted Utivitch.

"Please, don't exaggerate!" blushed the young woman.

Wicki clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles went white. He swore to God that they would pay for their antics.

"Okay, the next player would be... Simon!"

"Yes, ma'am! Always yours!"

"You trickster! Fine, try to guess this one... אני מאוד מעריך את החברה שלך." (I really appreciate your company)

"No... You speak Hebrew? The language of our people?"

"Indeed."

"But it sounds beautiful when it comes from you! Okay, you know what? After the war, I'll marry you!"

"Oh, Simon! Don't be so crazy!" she laughed.

"I'm already crazy in love with you!"

"And you say I am corny, Michael..." sneered Andy.

"Forget what I said!"

After she stopped laughing, (Y/N) declared:

"So, I think we had three players last. Well, let's the game begin with Hirschberg."

"Hooray! Here I am!"

"Alright! So, try to find this one... Jesteś uroczym żarłokiem." (You're an adorable glutton)

"Well, that's unusual! Er... I don't remember hearing this language before!"

"Give me suggestions!"

"It is a Slavic language?"

"Not at all."

Gerold sighed.

"Damn it, girl! It's a freakin' riddle!"

"Watch your language in front of a lady!" scolded Hicox.

"Don't worry, Archie: I've heard worse before!" said (Y/N) with a smug grin.

"Mh, I don't know... Is it Turkish?"

"Not at all, but I am currently studying this language!"

"Er... Nope, I don't know!"

"It's Polish!"

"My my, she is impressive!" chuckled Aldo as he took a bite of his bread.

"And what did you say?"

"I said that you are an adorable glutton!"

Hearing that, the other Basterds roared with laughter.

"AH AH AH AH! Well done, (Y/N)!" shrieked Utivitch.

"Hey, that's not fair!" yelped Hirschberg.

Upset that she would offend her friend, the woman apologized.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you, Gerold. I did not mean to..."

"It's alright, (Y/N). Likewise, I'll always forgive you!"

"Oh, why?"

"Because you are beautiful!" answered the soldier with a huge smile.

Relieved, she happily laughed while Wicki contained himself to punch someone's face.

"Okay, now, let's go on with Hugo!"

"I'm listening..."

"I'm sure you'll recognize this language... Du erinnerst mich an einen Wolf: einsam, mysteriös und faszinierend." (You remind me of a wolf: solitary, mysterious, and fascinating.)

"German, without hesitation!" smirked Stiglitz.

"Indeed!"

"And what did she say?" asked Donny.

Hugo stood up and walked towards her.

"She compared me to wolf. She said that I am solitary, mysterious, and fascinating..."

"(Y/N) got the point!" smiled Michael.

Stiglitz arrived near the woman and kneeled with deference.

"You won... I surrender to your beautiful voice! I could not resist you speaking my mother tongue with such delicacy!"

"Nice touch, Stiglitz!" exclaimed Archie.

"Oh, Hugo! You must be exaggerating: I'm pretty sure my accent was a disaster!"

"The only thing pretty is you, (Y/N)" grinned Hugo as he gently kissed the woman's hand... while he looked out of the corner of his eyes at Wilhelm with a roguish glance.

"Trottel!" (You jerk)!" gritted the latter through his teeth.

At the same moment, (Y/N) was amused by her friends' antics: they always treated her like a queen and were very respectful towards her. But this time, she felt that there was something else, like if they were playing a prank on someone...

"You guys are all amazing! But let's finish this game with the last player: Wilhelm!"

Hearing his name, Wicki snapped out of his anger and said:

"Yes, I'm ready!"

"Okay so, let's see if you will be able to find this one... Mon cher Wilhelm, tu es un homme courageux, loyal, et séduisant." (My dear Wilhelm, you are a courageous, loyal, and attractive man.)

The Austrian Jewish man smirked:

"Without any doubt, I would say... French!"

"Precisely! You had a good ear!"

"And what did you say to Wilhelm? I'm curious..." asked Hirschberg with a playful tone.

(Y/N) slightly flushed before answering:

"I told him that he was a brave, loyal, and attractive man!"

"How cute!" laughed Aldo.

As for Wilhelm, he was struck: definitely, he was in love! With a smug smile, he said:

"Merci beaucoup pour le compliment, jolie mademoiselle!" (Thank you very much for the compliment, lovely miss!)

(Y/N) was impressed by his hidden talent.

"Oh, what a surprise! I did not know you speak French!"

"I know a few... but I'm sure I would not reach your level!"

"Don't underestimate yourself!"

"Heck, she could give some “private” lessons, if you want!" smirked Andy while wiggling his eyebrows.

"Keep your dirty thoughts for you!" snarled Wicki.

"Okay guys, calm down! Now that everyone answered (Y/N), did anyone count how many languages she can speak?" asked Archie.

"I did sir! And she speaks in 11 languages!" replied Utivitch.

"11 LANGUAGES?" shouted the others.

"Indeed, you counted well, Smithson. But I also speak Portuguese, Dutch, and Slavic languages. And I'm currently learning Turkish, Hindi, Danish, Korean, and Finnish!"

"Girl, are ya planning to learn all the goddamn languages around the world?" asked Aldo, flabbergasted.

"Maybe... Seriously, I've always been interested in languages since I was a little girl and I never stopped my passion! Luckily for me, I was gifted with a good memory..."

"We noticed it." shrugged Hugo.

"Man, we're lucky to have her with us!" stated Hirschberg.

"Well spotted, private!" 

They enjoyed the afternoon, when (Y/N) had to go to the village for some groceries.

Once she left, Wicki turned his angered glare towards his comrades.

"May I know WHAT THE FUCK were you all doing earlier? Wooing her as if you did not know what I felt?"

"Don't be mad, Wicki: we just wanted to make a joke!" said Utivitch who tried to calm his friend.

"I did not find it very funny!" growled the Austrian.

"Don't be so ill-humored! We'll never steal her from you. Of course, we all love her, but she is like a sister or a best friend to many of us!" retorted Kagan.

"Damn right, Kagan. But Wil, ya better tell (Y/N) what ya feel for her! Stop tripping and man up!" ordered Aldo.

"And how I'm supposed to do that?"

"Use your brains, Wicki, and take a guess: why don't you use something she likes to declare your love?" muttered Hugo as he smoked his cigarette.

"Something she likes..." mumbled Wilhelm as he lost himself in his thoughts.

Suddenly, an idea popped up in his mind, and he slightly grinned: maybe he can try something interesting. 

He got up and searched in his bag a book his mother gave him before his departure. Wilhelm felt that the answer to his issue was between the pages of this poetry collection... 

Later in the evening... 

The cool summer night was calm and appeasing for the Basterds as they were finishing the meals brought by their French accomplices. 

At the same time, (Y/N) went for a small walk through the forest. She enjoyed the peaceful surrounding of the woods and sat on a tree stump to gaze at the shining stars who enlightened the dark blue sky.

The young woman slightly shivered as she felt the gentle breeze caress her bare arms.

"Can I join you?" asked a familiar masculine voice.

Startled, she turned and was relieved to see Wilhelm.

"Oh, it's you! You scare me!"

"I'm sorry!"

"It's fine... You can sit with me!"

Thanking her, the soldier sat close to the young woman. 

He felt a knot in his stomach as he was nervous: God, this girl would be the death of him!

He straightened up himself and declared:

"It's a nice night!"

"Indeed: I've always appreciated summer nights. I don't why, but it always soothes me... And it reminds me of this beautiful painting entitled Starry Night."

"Made by Van Gogh in 1888, if I'm right?"

"Exactly. It was a representation of a starry sky in Provence... where we are!"

"Interesting, I did not know this part of the story..." smiled Wicki.

He leaned closer and said:

"You know, this landscape reminds me of a poem..."

"Really?"

"Would you like to listen?"

"I would enjoy it!" (Y/N) smiled.

Wilhelm cleared his throat and declaimed:

Es liegt der heiße Sommer (There lies the heat of summer)

Auf deinen Wängelein; (On your cheek’s lovely art:)

Es liegt der Winter, der kalte, (There lies the cold of winter)

In deinem Herzchen klein. (Within your little heart.)

Das wird sich bei dir ändern, (That will change, beloved,)

Du Vielgeliebte mein! (The end not as the start!)

Der Winter wird auf den Wangen, (Winter on your cheek then,)

Der Sommer im Herzen sein. (Summer in your heart.)

When he finished reciting the poem, he saw a beautiful smile across (Y/N)'s face.

"Wilhelm, it was amazing!"

"Danke. Maybe you know the author..."

"I think it's Heinrich Heine!"

"Exactly! It’s the poem titled There lies the heat of summer."

"He wrote such beautiful masterpieces about love."

She shrugged with a sly smile.

"I'm a helpless romantic!"

"Don't apologize: it's one of your qualities!"

He added with a slight blush on his face.

"Besides, this poem has a special meaning for me..."

"Honestly? Why?"

"Yes. Well, when I was younger, I told my mother that I would say this poem to the girl I want to spend my life with..."

"Oh, that's so charming..."

(Y/N) interrupted herself when she realized what happened.

"Wait a minute... Did you mean that..."

Wicki nodded.

"You've guessed right: I love you, (Y/N). Since the first day in our team, I knew you were meant to me. But I was a coward for a long time and I did not know how to tell you the truth... until tonight!"

There was a silence until the young woman let out a relieved sigh:

"Thank God, what a relief!"

"What do you mean?"

She fidgeted with her fingers, slightly embarrassed.

"You know, Wilhelm... You were not the only one who was shy about their feelings!"

"You mean... that it's reciprocated?"

She agreed with a slight nod and a timid smile.

Assuaged by this revelation, Wicki leaned closer to her face, letting a few inches between their lips.

"Ich liebe dich, (Y/N)..."

"I love you too, Wilhelm..."

And they gently kissed, their lips sealed in a tender moment... 

Meantime, the other Basterds were spying on them, delighted smiles on their faces.

"Finally! He said it!" smirked Aldo.

"Look how cute they are!" grinned Utivitch.

"Indeed, they are. But remember guys: if you want to stay alive, don't cha flirt with her!" stated Donny.

"We took note, Don'. Should we celebrate this new couple?" asked Hirschberg.

"We'll do it when they'll come back to the camp. For now, let's them enjoy this moment alone!" tenderly smiled Andy.

"Gentlemen, we shall come back before they notice our presence. Moreover, we have a celebration to prepare!" simpered Hicox.

"The British's damn right! Let's go, boys!" discreetly cheered Michael.

"I'm so excited! It's like another Valentine's Day!" laughed Simon.

As they went back, Hugo looked back at the lovers with a small grin on his face.

"Well played, Wicki. You managed to speak her language, after all..."

Well, he was right: Wilhelm and (Y/N) found the perfect language between each other: the language of love...

Thank you for the reading!

I hope you’ll like it and I’m looking for your requests!

Take care and see you soon! 😘🥰😍🤩😷

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What We Have (4)

Viktor Drago x reader

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading and coming along on this messy journey, I hope you enjoyed!

Word Count: 2,206

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Amara sat on your lap and rubbed her chubby little hands over your belly. She giggled as the babies kicked against her hands. Whenever she babbled to them, they kicked in response.

Adonis came out of the bedroom and sat across from you. Bianca grabbed your niece and went into the other room, so the two of you could have some privacy. Although he seemed to be okay with the thought of you and Viktor after the match, he'd been actively avoiding you.

You gave him his space, but it was almost time for you to give birth and you needed your big brother.

"Hey," you said awkwardly.

"What's up?" He greeted.

"I'm due soon, so I was just wondering if you were going to be there."

"I don't know. It depends on if I have anything scheduled," he shrugged.

"Really, Adonis?"

"I don't know what you want me to do."

"I want you to be there for me the way I've always been there for you. I need you and Viktor to put your differences aside for the sake of these kids."

He was silent. Of course he was being stubborn, it was in his nature.

"You know what? I'm scheduled to deliver in two weeks. You'd better be there or the second they release me, I'm coming for you." You stood to leave.

You weren't gonna argue with him. It wasn't his place to run your life. These two families were now connected whether he liked it or not. You said your goodbyes to Bianca and the baby and left.

"I can't see anything, Viktor. What are they doing?" You asked.

You were on the table and numb from the meds they’d given you for your c-section.

"You want me to look? I can't look." He said.

"Relax momma, everything is fine." You heard your doctor say.

Viktor kissed your forehead and held on to your hand.

"Baby boy is here," you heard her announce.

You could hear his tiny cries. A nurse set him on your chest and you kissed your baby boy's tiny little cheek. She took him away to get cleaned up.

"Alright, momma, we've got number two on her way."

You couldn't keep the tears from falling when you saw your daughter. She didn't cry, but her eyes were wide open.

"She's tough. Like you," Viktor lightly ran his finger over her hand.

They took her away to get cleaned up while the others worked on getting you stitched up. You were already drifting in and out of consciousness.

"Rest, printsessa, we will be here when you wake up," he said to you as your eyes slid closed.

When you opened your eyes Viktor was right by your side. It took you awhile to come to, but when you finally did, he kissed you.

Your nurse wheeled you to your room and brought in the babies shortly after. He helped you hold your hungry fussy baby girl. After you fed her your son was ready for his turn.

Soon after both babies were settled and fed, your mother came walking in with balloons. She gave you a hug and said congratulations to both you and Viktor.

You were smiling, but every few seconds your eyes would cut over to the door to see if your brother would make an appearance.

"Look at you two," your mother cooed down at the twins. "Hi, Anya. Hi, Creed. I'm your grandma."

You decided to enjoy your time with your mother and not stress about it. You'd be in the hospital for at least a week and this was about celebrating the life of your kids. Who just happened to be born on your father's birthday.

Viktor kept his distance. He watched as your mom snapped pics of you while you weren’t looking and listened to the way she spoke to you. It made him wish that he had the opportunity to share this moment with his own mother, but Ivan was flying in tomorrow and he’d share it with him. Just as he had every other special moment in his life.

"Viktor, come over here, so I can get one of all of you," your mother waved him over.

He was hesitant at first, but he walked over and picked up Creed while you held Anya.

"I don't really think that I should be taking photos right now, but do I look okay?" You asked him.

"You look beautiful," he said and kissed you at your temple.

Mary Anne snapped a photo. A perfect unplanned moment of the four of you. She may not be very fond of the thought of you and Viktor, but he made you happy and that's what was most important.

After taking the pics, Viktor went down to the cafeteria for food.

"He's not coming is he?" You asked your mother once you were sure he was out of earshot.

"I don't know, sweetheart," she said honestly. "But don't worry about your brother. He'll come to his senses and then he'll feel ridiculous for missing such a wonderful moment."

"Damn, I'm a little late and y'all talking about me."

Your head snapped up at the sound of his voice. Adonis walked in with Bianca and Amara right behind him.

You smiled, but the tears that were in your eyes still fell. You quickly swept them away.

"Wow, you look a mess."

"D!" Bianca pinched him.

"I'm just playing," he grumbled as he rubbed the sore spot.

You were all talking and laughing when Viktor walked back into the room. Everyone looked over at him.

"Oh, um, I will come back later," he quickly turned on his heels.

He knew how much you wanted your brother there, so he was willing to stay out of the way until they left. He just wanted you to be happy.

You nudged Adonis. "I can't walk, so you have to go get him."

"Why me?" He scrunched up his face.

"Mommy..."

"Adonis," she gave him that look.

He didn't argue. He left the room and jogged a little to catch up with Viktor.

"Aye, man, hold up," he stopped beside him. "I know we have our problems, but today we're celebrating. Let's agree to leave our issues in the ring."

Adonis put his hand out for a handshake. Viktor looked down at it and then back at him.

"Look, I can't go back in there without you. I am literally afraid of what they will do to me," he laughed.

Viktor couldn't help but chuckle. He reached out and took his hand. The two men brought one another in for a hug.

"Your mother is pretty scary. I didn't want to take picture today, but I was too scared to say no."

They both laughed as they headed back to the room.

"How do I look?" You asked Adonis.

"Terrible." He told you without hesitation.

"Donnie," you whined.

"I'm just playing," he laughed. "You look beautiful and I really wish dad was here to see it."

"Me too," you inhaled and exhaled.

"You ready?" He held his arm up.

"Ready," you grabbed on.

The two of you left the room and walked to the double doors and waited for them to open. Two weeks after giving birth, Viktor proposed to you. Of course you said yes, you loved him and didn't want to spend your life with anyone else.

Now, 8 months later, you were getting ready to walk down the aisle with your brother at your side. You made sure the photo of your father along with the charms on your bouquet faced outward. He wasn't able to be there physically, but you found a way to have him with you.

The doors opened and everyone stood. You walked down the aisle and smiled. Once you finally reached the altar, Adonis took his place beside you instead of sitting after giving you away. Your brother was your first best friend, so he was your man of honor.

You were so excited. Being surrounded by your closest family and friends as you married the one man in the world that you probably should've stayed away from. Although your relationship had caused a little friction between you and your family, you'd do it all over again for the end result.

"Maybe we should just bring the kids with us?" You said to Viktor as he held the car door open.

You were heading to a hotel that you'd be staying at for your honeymoon. You looked behind you at your mother and best friend holding the twins.

"No, we haven't had alone time since the kids were born," he said firmly.

He had agreed to go on just a weekend getaway since the thought of being too far away from them for too long made you physically ill. You thought you'd be okay, but the separation anxiety was getting the best of you again.

"They're gonna miss me."

"Look at them, they are fine," he lifted you up and put you in the passenger seat of the truck. "Seat belt," he instructed before closing the door.

When he came around to the other side and got in, he could see the tears in your eyes. He sighed loudly.

"Hey, the kids will be fine. If they need us we will be close, but you need a break."

You nodded in agreement. You did need a break and you wanted to spend time with your husband. You took a few deep breaths and calmed down.

Once you got to the hotel, you were feeling a little better. You couldn't wait to get out of your dress and relax a little.

"Babe, can you unzip me, please?" You turned your back to him.

Viktor slowly undid the zipper and kissed your shoulder after pulling it down. He trailed the kisses up your neck.

"Stop," you forced yourself to say. "I bought something for you. Sit down and get comfortable. I'll be right back." You ran into the bathroom and started the shower.

After 15 minutes, he was knocking on the door.

"Do I need to come in there?" He yelled through the door.

He was disappointed when he twisted the knob and the door was locked.

"I'm almost ready," you yelled back.

A few minutes later, you peeked out of a crack in the door. You saw Viktor stand up when he heard it open. You walked out with your robe closed tight.

He looked at the black strappy heels you wore and then up at the robe. He tugged on the belt just a little and watched the soft fabric come undone.

His jaw dropped and he got an instant hard on when he saw the lace yellow baby doll set. He circled you as he took it all in. Like a hunter ready to pounce on his prey.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" He kissed your neck.

Your eyes shut. He hadn't kissed you like that in two whole months. You'd both agreed to no sex the last two months before the wedding. You'd read in a relationship column that it makes the wedding night even more special.

Viktor argued in the beginning, but you were adamant, so he agreed. And tonight he fully intended to make up for all the lost time.

He pushed your thong aside and dipped his thick fingers inside of your slick core. You could feel his hard cock pressing into your back. 

He turned you to face him, “Fuck, printsessa, I don’t think I can wait,” he picked you up.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bed, laid you down and stood over you.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, suddenly feeling self conscious under his stare.

“Nothing. You look beautiful. Perfect.” 

He slowly pushed inside of you. You gasped loudly as your body adjusted to him. 

Damn, I’ve missed this. You thought to yourself as he rocked in and out of you. 

He lifted your leg and put one foot on the bed. You grabbed at the sheets as he drilled into you without mercy. 

"Fuck, baby, yessss!!" You screamed as that familiar pull started in your belly. 

He put his hand around your throat and watched as you bit into your bottom lip. 

"Aahh, fuck!" He growled. He was close to his own climax. 

Your eyes rolled as your walls contracted around him. He choked you harder as he coated them with his seed. 

You dug your nails into his wrist as you started cumming again. Nobody else but Viktor has ever been able to make your body do that. 

He gently put your leg down and leaned over you, so he could kiss you. You tried to wiggle from beneath him, but he held you in place. 

"Come on, we need to get cleaned up," you giggled as you tried to push him away. 

"For what? You will just get dirty again," he planted sweet kisses on your neck. 

You felt him growing hard inside of you. 

"So soon?" You questioned. 

"We've waited 2 months for this night. I hope you're ready." He said, before he turned you over onto your stomach and entered you from behind. 

END

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