the way he looks up when casey says she should stay

Kind of Like Narnia (Part 2/4)

Raphael (2014/2016) x Reader

Notes: Hi! Part two here, let me know what you think c: Also, I’m using Splinter’s meditation room as ‘the dojo’

Warnings: Swearing, and playboy magazines.

Word count: 991

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3


“You are so conceited, and arrogant and just- just- down right rude!” It had been about a week since you’d been staying with the turtles, whilst trying to help Donnie come up with a way of getting you and [P/N] back home. You’d even met April and Casey. But so far, Raphael had managed to piss you off every chance he got.

 You’d crashed on the couch in the lair after spending hours upon hours playing ‘The Legend of Zelda’ with Mikey, and you’d woken up to Raphael screaming at the TV as he watched some weird wrestling show he was into. Right. Next. To. You, and quite rightly, you got very upset. Beauty sleep is important to you.

 “I’m the rude one? Who owns the cat that pissed of my bed on Tuesday? Huh?” 

“Maybe it wouldn’t piss on your bed if it didn’t smell like a toilet bowl all the fucking time!”

“What’re ya even doing in my room for ya to know it smells like a toilet?”

“So you agree!” you laughed mockingly at the red-clad turtles obvious anger

 At this point, the screaming had gotten louder, but not any less threatening. The other turtle brothers had dispersed to their usual spots, and left you and Raphael to shout at each other. However, Master Splinter did not appreciate the yelling, at all.

 “What is all of this noise?” The large rat walked into the room, his glare on the two teenagers in front of him. A dark blush of embarrassment covered your cheeks as Raphael huffed, clearly still aggravated.

“She started it Master Splinter! I say we just kick her out, let her find her own way home.” He growled at you, narrowing his eyes. You glared back at the turtle, sticking your tongue at him. Why was he your favourite turtle again?

“I expect better, from you Raphael,” you grinned, a smug expression on your face as you gave Raph the side eye. “[Y/N] I am disappointed in you also.” Now it was Raphael’s turn to smirk.

“Stop this nonsense, you will both go, and stay in the dojo until you can learn to get along.” He ordered, his face very serious and angry. Raphael’s face dropped, as did yours as you both began to protest. Splinter wasn’t having any of it. He simply gestured for both of you to follow him.


Two hours in and you both were sat on different sides of the dojo, glaring at each other. He was now officially your least favourite turtle. Huffing, you stood up and started wandering around the small room. It was definitely smaller than all the others. There were boom boxes lined up against the back wall, there must have been over 100. As you ran your hand over each of the stereos, Raphael watched you closely. He didn’t trust you, at least not fully.

“I have a question.” He started, sitting up as best as he could. Turning around, you gave him a quizzical look. “Mikey told me ya didn’t freak out when ya first met him, why?” You stared at him for a while, trying to figure out a way to keep your secret, without sounding suspicious or creepy. 

“Just because you guys are different, doesn’t mean I should freak out.” Raphael rolled his eyes, standing up as well and crossing his arms.

“That’s not an answer, shortstack.” Huffing, you crossed your arms as well, imitating his stance. That made him smirk slightly. “Are ya mocking me?” You giggled, stepping back away from him.

“Maybe I am, what’re you gonna do?” He laughed at how you tried to emulate his voice – his ‘Batman Voice.’ You found yourself blushing as he laughed: “You should smile more, you look hot-” your eyes widened as you said that, smiling awkwardly. Raph stared at you quizzically before looking away shyly.

“Thanks…”


Splinter opened the door 37 horribly awkward minutes later – yes you were counting. 

When you both went separate ways, you to the couch you now claimed at your own and Raph to his weights, the turtles and their father watched.

For once, neither of you were arguing; it was surprising. Even Splinter didn’t think it would actually work.

“Give it a couple of days, they will be back to screaming at each other.”


But you weren’t. You stayed out of each other’s way for days, almost as if you both were trying to ignore what you’d said. It was a sweet complement, why were you ignoring each other?

After a while, you got sick of Raphael ignoring you, so you decided to confront him. Leo told you he was in his room, reading a comic book he presumed.

You hesitated before knocking, and barging into the room he shared with Mikey. Sure enough, he was sat on the top bunk reading a comic book with a red vine in his mouth.

“Why are you ignoring me?” you demanded, narrowing your eyes and crossing your arms.

“So now ya decide ta talk ta me.” He rolled his eyes and burrowed deeper under his covers, still concentrating on his comic.

“Yes, I’m talking to you, you could at least have the decency to put that stupid comic down and listen to me!” you jumped on to the ladder of the bunk bed and grabbed his comic, ripping it away from him. However, upon further unwilling inspection, it was not a comic. It was a bunch of half naked girls splashed about on the two-page spread. You yelped and dropped it, staring at Raph who looked absolutely mortified and enraged at the same time. “Get the fuck out [Y/N].” he growled, sitting up straight and watching you dash out of the room.

Demons

Pairing: Linstead
Timeline: Sometime after 4.18
Genre: Angst/Comfort

A/N: I hope you didn’t forget me yet. I hope you like this, it just sort of poured out. As always you can thank @allenting​ for encouraging my headcanons (what would I do without you to feed my giant ego).

I think this was the hardest thing for me to write. I really wanted to get the conversation and the reasons right. I hope I managed to keep it in character.

I’ll appreciate any feedback!!

For the longest time, Erin’s favourite part of the day was coming home and snuggling into Jay’s chest after a tough day at work. Now, she has to be satisfied with a long-awaited beer at her favourite bar. The added bonus is that Jay is also there at the moment, and she can at least stare at him longingly, if nothing else.

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Zalfie Meddles

a/n: any and all feedback is greatly appreciated and requests are open! (also, i know this is a pain in the ass to scroll through. i put it under a read more and it doesn’t seem to be working on mobile :-/ sorry! i’m trying to figure it out.)

word count: 2.6k+

summary: thanks to zoe and alfie, you and joe talk about taking the next step in your relationship.

“Oh, hi! Come in, come in!” Zoe greets the two of you, beckoning you into her home. “I wasn’t expecting you until later! It’s only eight in the morning.” She gives Joe a hug and does the same to you, laughing, “Look at me! I’m still in my pajamas.”

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TV Reviews: Atypical

Why do I keep letting Netflix fool me into thinking they’ll get mental illness portrayals right?

Originally posted by tatinotchatty

Atypical seemed like a promising coming-of-age story about a teenager on the autism spectrum, but as I kept watching, I kept feeling annoyed and angrily disappointed with the dumb sitcom cliches and a terribly insulting representation of autism. As a heads up, this review is from the perspective of someone also on the autism spectrum, and I’ll discuss some spoilers as well because bad representation needs to be understood if it’s not to be repeated.

We follow 18-year-old Sam Gardner as he begins his pursuit for a girlfriend for the first time ever. However, with new social cues to learn and stepping outside of his comfort zone, it proves a lot more difficult than he ever expected. And it doesn’t help when his loving yet overprotective family don’t know how to react to his new desire for independence. Will he be successful in finding love? Is this show incredibly stereotypical in how it portrays autism?

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Mikey Meets Your Child


Request/Prompt:: It’s okay if not, but would you mind doing a fic (after the current one of course! I love it so far!) of Mikey’s gf of a few months inviting him over for the first time and introducing him to her toddler she hadn’t mentioned before?

No warnings. Just Mikey cuteness.

Glancing at the clock, you curled your lip between your teeth and began nibbling on it nervously. Today had been a day of major screw ups. You had gotten into an argument with your boss, which was totally his fault of course. You had forgotten your lunch at your flat which meant going out during rush hour traffic in the middle of Manhattan for food, in turn that put you late getting back to the office which ended up in your boss again treating you like shit.



After eight hours of that torture you just didn’t feel like doing anything but getting a nice long bath in your tub and curling up with your favite tot. However tonight you had a date with your boyfriend of three months, Mikey. You two had met through a high school friend, Casey Jones. Honestly, you were terrified when you met the turtles but once you got to know them, you didn’t see giant mutant turtles. You saw them as people, your friends. When Mikey shyly asked you out, well, asked you to join him for a moonlit pizza date, you couldn’t refuse. You had developed a little bit of a crush on the orange clad ninja.


Everything after that was history. You two instantly clicked and took off like wildfire. Normally after a hard day, you’d call Mikey or go visit him. He knew just what to do and say to get you smiling and giggling, but tonight….tonight You just weren’t up for it. You pulled out your phone and began typing away.



As You locked your phone, you tossed it to the table and instantly began to worry. He was coming, he was coming over and you had still not told him your biggest secret.


“Mama!” A small voice pulled you from your thoughts. You instantly smiled and glanced down at your three year old son, Joel. “Mama I colored you a picture!” He beamed holding up the sloppily done picture of a dog….a purple and blue dog to be precise.


You groaned and scooped up your boy, carefully taking the picture to examine it. “My little artist.” You chuckled, leaning in to nuzzle your nose against his cheek, gaining a loud giggle from him as his tiny hands tried to push you away. “Now where should we put this master piece?” You hummed in thought while glancing around your kitchen.


“The fridge, Mama! We always put stuffs there.” He pointed towards the fridge that was indeed covered in your child’s precious art work.


“Of course, how could I forget.” You chuckled walking over to refrigerator, using a small letter magnet to hang the picture next to the many, many others. You smiled and looked over the art. It was a funny turn of events that both the men in your life were both big into art. “Okay, Bud. Listen. Mama’s got a friend coming over tonight and I want you to meet him.”


Joel looked at you with a confused look and tilted his head. “He stay for supper?”


You nodded, sitting your boy carefully on the kitchen counter. “Yes, knowing him he’s gonna bring….” You paused for dramatic effect, almost busting out into laughter as you watched your son’s eyes grow to the size of plates while he waited for you to continue. “PIZZA!” You yelled in excitement.


“I LOVE PIZZA!” Joel screamed.


“I know! Mikey’s bringing pizza but I want you to know something. Mikey is different from other people. He’s funny, sweet and loves to play games of all kinds. You’re gonna love him but he doesn’t look like us.” You tried to explain. You knew this would be a shock for Mikey but you didn’t want your son to run scared of him. One that would be awful for your poor son, but you knew Mikey was very sensitive about people thinking he was a “monster”.


“What he look like?” Picking at his pants, Joel studied your face with great interest.


“Well,” You paused, rubbing the back of your neck, “he looks like a giant turtle.”


Joel gasped loudly that took you by surprise. “He’s green?! Turtles are my favorite, turtles, lions, donkeys, fishes…but I like turtles the mostest.”


With wide eyes, you glanced down at your boy with a shocked expression. This was not the reaction you had expected. A part of you wondered if he just didn’t grasp exactly what you were trying to tell him. You opened your mouth to speak but we’re cut off by a light tapping on your window. Your stomach instantly began doing flips. This was it. “He’s here. I want you to wait in here until I come get you okay?”


“I hide?” Joel asked excitedly as you places him gently on the floor.


“ Yes, you hide until I come back.” You chuckled kissing his cheek before turning and rushing into the living room. This was it. Mikey would either be pissed at you for keeping your child a secret for so long, or he’d freak out saying this was too much and he didn’t want to deal with a kid now since he was only in his early twenties, or he’d be completely thrilled and want to bond with your kid. Those were the scenarios that were running through your mind as you opened up the window to let Mikey inside.


Mikey climbed in through the window and as you expected, he had a large pizza box in his grasp and a backpack slung over his shoulders. “ Hey, babydoll.” He smiled, leaning in to peck your lips lightly. “I brought comfort food and in this bag of goodness, are many movies and candies that brighten anyone’s day.” You smiled and watched as Mikey started to make his way towards the kitchen to lay down the delicious smelling pie.


“Wait!” You screeched, reaching out to grab his bicep before he could move another inch.



Turning his attention to you, Mikey frowned, flopping the pizza box down on the coffee table. “What’s wrong, babe?” His voice was laced with concern having never heard you yell like that before. His large green hands took hold of your waist and pulled you closer to him, a natural reflex of his.


“There’s something I need to tell you.” You spoke with a shaky breath, your fingers moving to trail up his plastron. “I haven’t been one hundred and ten percent honest with you about why I can’t let you stay the night or why I can’t stay the night at your place.”


You watched as Mikey’s face hardened, his mind automatically coming to the worst case scenario, another man! “You cheating on me, Y/N?” He asked, slowly peeling himself away from you. “Can’t say I’m surprised. Just look at me.” His defense went into immediate start up mode.


“What?” You nearly gasped. “No! God no, baby.” You were quick to cut him off by cupping his face in your hands, kissing his snout lightly. “I’d never cheat on you, but there is another man who lives here with me and he’s here now.”


Mikey tensed up slightly. “Then I should go…” He muttered slowly peeling himself away from you.


“No, Mikey, this is different. I really want you to meet him. Just, don’t freakout or he’ll freakout and then I will too.”


“I dunno, Y/N.” You could hear the nervousness in Mikey’s voice as he began to fidget with his hands. You stole another kiss and begged him to trust you. It took a few more moments and kisses of persuasion before the young turtle finally gave in and sat down nervously on the couch.


You ran into the kitchen to find your son hiding under the table. “Joel,” You smiled holding out your hand. Your boy scrambled to his feet and placed his tiny hand in yours. “Remember the turtle thing?” You asked to remind him not to freak out. Joel nodded silently and with his free hand he gripped onto your pants nervously.


Slowly and cautiously, you walked Joel into the living room, glancing up at Mikey who’s jaw went slack when he saw the tiny person walk out with you, clinging to your legs. “Joel, this is Mikey, mama’s friend.” You spoke in a chipper voice as your son peeked out nervously towards the giant turtle sitting on the couch. “Mikey, this is Joel. My son.” Your eyes went between Joel and Mikey, Joel to see if he was frightened and Mikey to see if he showed any signs of anger.



“H-Hey, little dude,” Mikey started after gulping, “I, uh, I brought pizza. Do you like pizza?” Scrambling, Mikey picked back up the box and opened it up for the kid to see the steaming pepperoni and cheese pizza.



You nudged Joel to get a reaction from him, shocking you, he dropped your hand and slowly walked over to Mikey. Once he got within arms reach of the pizza, you laughed as he slowly took a slice, not once letting his eyes fall off Mikey. “Yous a turtle?” He asked softly before taking a nibble of his pizza.



Mikey smiled, clearly relieved that your kid didn’t scream and cry. “Yeah, little dude. I’m a real turtle. Got three bros too.”



Joel smiled and climbed up on the couch next to Mikey. “They turtles? I like turtles. I like pizza too!”



“You’re my kinda man, kiddo!” Mikey laughed as you walked over to sit down next to Joel, kissing the top of his head. “I love being a turtle and pizza is the best thing in the world! Ya know, if you like turtles so much I could give you one of your own. He’s big and his name is Raph–”



“Mikey!” You playfully scolded, reaching over to pop him on the arm.



Joel giggled as Mikey laughed and rubbed his arm. “Sorry, babe. Can’t blame me for trying.”



After that, your crappy day had morphed into the best night of your life. Mikey and Joel became the best of friends and watched cartoons together while coloring, all laid out on your living room floor. Mikey had stolen a kiss while Joel ran to his room to fetch more coloring books. “You must like me a lot to introduce me to your kid.” He beamed as he nuzzled your neck.



“I do, Mikey. I trust you enough to let you near the most precious thing in my life.” You blushed, hugging him close to your body.



“I love ya, Baby doll. I promise I’m gonna protect both you.”


Once Joel returned you watched the two bond for what felt like hours before hopping up. “Who wants some ice cream?” You asked, picking up the now empty pizza box. You giggled as both Mikey and Joel raised their hands and hollered excitedly.



While in the kitchen, while you were busy putting together three ice cream Sundays, you listened in on Mikey and Joel talking and laughing. You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face until you heard it…..the thing no mother ever wants to hear being told to their toddler.



“Now these, little dude, are called Nunchucks..”


Your eyes went wide and you bolted right back into to the living room, “MIKEY!”

Raphael, the Dog Lover (TMNT)

This is the pitbull thing that was requested a while ago and I figured I’d write it while I’m in the swing of writing requests. ^.^ Plus this so cute and I love doggies…

My only issue is because I love doggies, I know there are several breeds of dog that are called ‘pit bull’. It’s a type of dog, not a breed. Personally I’m going to write the dog as a Staffordshire Bull Terrier. Why? My own dog is a staffie, and a recuse for that matter.

Serious note before we get onto the fic, pit bulls are often victimised by the media but the dogs are sweethearts and anyone who knows anything about the breed is well aware of this. Owners are to blame. I say this as someone who owns a dog who was quite nasty when I got her. Now she is very sweet. Her old owner used to beat her. I think that speaks miles about it. Because of this abuse of the breeds known as pitbulls, most of them end up in shelters. About half a million pit bulls are euthanised in shelters every year, about 40% of all dogs euthanised. (Not that kill shelters aren’t a problem in and of themselves) Please, please, please, if you’re thinking of getting a dog, consider a pit. It’s a bit of a long story and this foreword is getting too long as it is, but my pitbull saved myself and my sister from being murdered. And it’s not we might have been hurt, we would have died. I’ll never forget that. And I’m not trying to say another dog breed wouldn’t do that, all dogs would but that’s my point. Pits are not these evil creatures the media makes them out to be. They’re dogs.

-

Raphael sighed, as he ventured the rooftops. Alone. Unusual for this time of night. He should be heading home, with his brothers but tonight had been different. He’d had a small… Exchange with Mikey forcing Leo and Donnie to step in- But dammit Mikey had started it with that dumb prank!

So now, he was taking the long way home. Descending from the city buildings, he made his way into the alleyway, only to hear… Whimpering? It was a strange noise but in a city like this it was one he could recognise as a dog. There were so many pet pooches around, he’d grown used to their noises.

While he could have just went home and forgot about the whole thing, he was up for anything in order to avoid going home to confront his family. So follow it he did, tracking the noise to the back of some garbage cans.

Lying there, nursing a clearly broken paw and a skeletal body, was the thinnest dog Raphael had ever seen. She whimpered and whined, licking at the blood seeping from the wound.

Raphael grunted a little, the sight unnerving him. Poor dog, how had she gotten into such a state? He wondered. “ Yer not lookin’ yer best, are ye, girl? ” He asked, making a few soft kissy noises to get her attention.

In response the dog’s head snapped up, her ears pinned back, a low growl escaping a throat. Raph slowly raises his hands.

“ S'alright, I’m not gonna hurt ya, ” He assured, trying to work out how to calm the canine. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small wrapper. It was just a cereal bar, mostly oatmeal and honey. He usually carried one or two on him, for working out if he got hungry so he didn’t need to stop. Unwrapping it, he held it out carefully to her.

The dog seemed to give a small sniff, examining the extended morsel before giving a few uncertain licks. Having come to the decision it was not dangerous and tasted good, she wolfed it down, her tail wagging heavily; beating against the ground.

“ There’s a good girl. Were you hungry? ” He asked, very slowly moving a hand towards her to sniff, clenched in a fist. At the sight, the dog howled, whimpering and trying to back off. Quickly Raph stopped and she calmed. He paused for a moment, frowning before he tried it again, his hand held loosely now. She seemed more calm with this, her wet nose rubbing his scales.

Raph clenched his teeth a little. “ It was a person that did this to you, wasn’t it girl? ” He asked, as she continued to explore his hand with her tongue. He wasn’t really sure why he was talking to the dog, she couldn’t talk back, it just felt more natural than silence.

After staying there for maybe ten, fifteen minutes, slowly building up some trust with her; Raph very carefully moved to slip his strong arms beneath her, scooping her up, paying no mind to the blood that coated his arm now.

The dog seemed somewhat happy to have the pressure taken off of her leg, it seemed. Slightly less so about the smell of the sewer.

Upon arriving, Mikey was the first to greet him, as usual. Looking up from the comic he was reading, he took a moment to register before gasping in shock.

“ Dude, that’s a dog, ” He said, leaning over the couch, childishly. Raph grunted.

“ Yes, Mikey, she’s a dog, ” Raph agreed, making his way to Donnie’s lab.

“ What’s wrong with her leg? And how’d you know she’s a she? ” Mikey asked.

“ Someone hurt her… And you can tell on pitbulls, ” He responded.

“ Pitbull? ” Donnie looked up from his work as Raph walked in, the messy bundle of chocolate and white fur in his arms still. Studying the creature as he rose out of his chair, he corrected, “ Actually I think she’s a Staffordshire Bull Terrier. While Pitbull is technically correct, that’s a type of dog, not a breed. ”

“ Whatever you say Kennel Club, can you help her? ” Raph asked nervously.

“ I don’t know, I’m no vet… I’ll call April and Casey, if they’re free I’ll ask one of them to take her to a vet. I’ll try and make her comfortable until then, ” Donnie agreed, clearing a space on the table for her while searching for his phone.

“ Al'ight, but don’t mess around, ” Raph agreed, patting soft ears as he placed her down.

-

It was a week later when Raph got a call. From April. Placing his weights to the side, he grabbed his phone and answered.

“ Hey? ” He asked, wondering what she wanted.

“ Hey, Raph, it’s about that dog you found. The vet’s prescribed her a medical plan and they’ve operated on her leg but they’ve had to amputate it, ” At the mention of this, Raph winced at the memory of the mangled leg. He wasn’t surprised, it’d been a mess. “ She’s really underweight but the vet says she should make a full recovery and she should still be able to walk once she figures out how to balance, ” April finished.

“ That’s great, I’m glad she’s doing good, ” Raphael told her, as he picked up a bottle of energy drink, downing half the bottle.

“ Yeah but now they want to know what to do with her. The state could take her but… The nearest shelter is a high kill one. So the vet asked if I wanted to take her… But I really don’t have the time for a dog. ”

“ You’re asking me if I want her? ” Raph asked.

“ Yeah, I am… I guess if you don’t we could try and find someone el- ”

“ No, ” He cut her off. “ I’ll take her, ” He agreed without a moment of hesitation. Master Splinter was going to kill him.

But it was the right thing to do.

-

Once she got home, she was like a new dog. Raph could hardly believe this dog April had brought with her was the same pitbull he’d found last week.

“ Thatta girl, ” He praised, rubbing her belly as she ambled over to him, still trying to perfect the balance of running on only three legs.

“ Are you going to name her? ” Leo asked, watching vaguely amused from the couch.

“ Name her? ”

“ Well, duh, she needs a name, ” Mikey quipped in response. “ I vote for Turtledog. Like Batdog, but a turtle. ”

Raphael rolled his eyes, considering for a moment. “ I don’t know, I’m no good at names, ” He admitted.

“ What about Tenshi? ” Leo offered idly. While Raph’s Japanese might not have been as great as his brothers, he could translate that well enough, Angel.

“ Mm, I guess it’s better than Turtledog, ” Raph agreed, chuckling as he pet her ears.

“ Oh and Raph, the vet mentioned something else, ” April said.

“ Really what? ”

“ Just to mention she’s recently had pups. Maybe she was part of a puppy farm and they decided they didn’t want her anymore? ” April offered, trying to explain it somehow.

Raphael nodded, looking back to Tenshi as she snuggled up to him. A sigh escaped him, “ Where are your babies girl? I hope they’re doing better than you were. ”

-

The next day, Raph was walking Tenshi. It was a little hard, given he had to avoid being seen and let her pee and all, but he managed it. Somehow. He didn’t have a leash but he didn’t seem to need one, as she happily plodded along.

At some point however, she seemed to be leading him, rather than him her.

“ Tenshi, Tenshi c'mere, where ye going girl? ” He called after her, carefully following as she crossed the street. This was near where he’d found her, only maybe a block or so away.

He continued to follow her, all the way to a seemingly abandoned warehouse, continuing to call after her but stubbornly she seemed to be ignoring him. Once inside, he followed her further, round the back of some dusty crates that hadn’t been touched in what could have been years.

There he found something most unusual. Tucked into a makeshift bed of the sheets that used to cover crates were four skinny puppies, guarded by a Dalmatian; his face battle scarred and worn.

Tenshi greeted the other dog happily, nuzzling and licking faced as Raph followed curiously. Upon getting closer the Dalmatian snarled, baring his fangs however Tenshi happily trotted up to him and pressed some slobbery kissed to his leg and the spotty dog accompanying her seemed to understand.

“ Tenshi, these are your babies, ” Raph said happily, a very proud smile on his face, his heart melting. He was glad his brothers weren’t around to see him consumed by his soft side. Carefully holding out a hand to pet the Dalmatian who was now equally as curious about him, he smiled. “ Is this yer mate? Has he been looking after yer pups? He’s a good boy, ” He praised, ruffling his ears.

“ C'mon, ” He said, gathering up the pups in the sheet with no protest from either parent. “ Let’s go home, all of us. ”

-

A year later, Raph lounged by the TV. To one side of him Tenshi was snuggled up to him. Her stomach was once more swollen with pups, she’d give birth soon. By his feet lay her loyal protector and 'Raph’s good boy’, Butch the Dalmatian. Only two of their first litter still remained in the Lair. Turtledog, who was of course Mikey’s bundle of fun and Hana (Flower in Japanese) who had become something of a therapy dog for Master Splinter. Beowulf and Godzilla were never far behind their master, Casey.

“ You want some beef jerky? ” Raph offered the dogs and at the mention of 'beef jerky’ Turtledog had somehow appeared from the woodwork for her fair share of the food. Hana didn’t seem so bothered, resting still by Splinter’s feet.

Looking around him, Raph was very happy he had decided to keep Tenshi. She had only brought their family happiness. She was an angel, just with four legs and a tail rather than wings.

hydejackies-deactivated20170430  asked:

AU in which Jackie never gets back with Kelso after JBH, she forms a friendship with Hyde and she's single at the same time as Donna and together find their own worth without any boy's fart near them.

DO YOU MEAN, THE DREAM?

Okay, so. Maybe she does feels the weakness for Kelso after seeing him having a bad time with his little situation. When she’s in that inter between feeling sorry and still not wanting him back, Fez and Donna realize what is going on and quickly talk her into noticing NO, IT’S NOT A GOOD IDEA, DON’T DO IT.

When Kelso persues her to get back together after realizing his dick wants Jackie again, she realizes its because of the sex thing and rejects him. Everyone knows about it by the time she’s back at the basement, and both Fez and Donna are like :D! 

Meanwhile, Hyde feels better about the fact that Jackie didn’t use him to get over Kelso/get back at Kelso after all.

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• halfway there || part 2

A/N: Here’s part two of halfway there, again I had my friend Sammie help me out obviously since he knows a bit more of acting than I do. Plus I decided to add him in here as a thank you for his help so you’ll see him around, plus I might make some appearances as well! I have yet to know how many parts this might have but will try to post each week a new part. Possibly around 10 parts as maximum so far but we’ll see right?  No, you’re not together with KJ yet, soon I promise like maybe in part 4 before something goes down. You get to meet more of the cast in this drabble. Key for this episode of halfway there – MG-N is Mean Girl’s Name, C/N is Character Name, F/O is Favorite Outfit, YN/N is Your Nickname. And as always requests are open unless stated otherwise by me!

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You finally had gotten settled in after the help with KJ carrying your heavy suitcase of clothes among whatever you felt like you might need. Especially your camera, the one thing you could never leave without you liked to take pictures of places you’ve been, your friends and family too. You put away your messenger bag on your bed as you went out of your trailer with your camera, might as well introduce yourself too and not hide right? You thought as you walked around until you noticed Camille and Lili who looked up and gave you a small wave to go over to them.

“You’re Y/N right? The one whom is playing C/N? I’m Lili and Camille but I think you knew that.” Lili says as she offers her hand to you as you shake it with nod before shaking Camille’s hand. They were even more pretty in real life than on the TV screen at home but it was also nice to know that they were also friendly too which made your nerves calm down a little.

“Yeah, I’m Y/N L/N or you can just uh, call me YN/N is Y/N is too much for you. I’m sorry if I sound weird ahead of time since this is my first time with cameras.” You studder slightly and tried to take another breath in, “Care for a picture? I like to take pictures of places and my friends. Well if you want to be my friend of course.”

Camille smiled but nodded as she looked at Lili and back to you, “Yeah we can be friends. Trust me, we all are a bunch of weirdos so it’s okay Y/N.” She says as you got your camera ready to take a picture, getting your angle ready to take it. It would’ve been a perfect shot of the two girls smiling at your camera until someone came running up behind them and scaring you three.

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commutingtoreality  asked:

Thanks for taking prompts! Should I not be too late for this meme and if it please you, could I ask for a 16 RaphxCasey? I love when you make those two work hard, and nothing says "self-conscious turtle & boyfriend" more than quiet sweetness. Alternately, Apritello 17? If you already have your fill of requests, don't worry: I'll take my popcorn and enjoy with gusto the other prompts you choose to write! :)

16. when one person’s face is scrunched up, and the other one kisses their lips/nose/forehead 

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Raph’s known Casey for ten years, and in that time, Casey’s had twenty-seven jobs. They all start the same way: Casey comes slamming into the lair or April’s apartment, wherever everyone’s hanging out that night, and yells “My dudes! Guess who’s gainfully employed!”. Then he flexes for a while, invades someone’s personal space – usually Donnie’s, sometimes Leo’s – till someone bites the bullet and asks for the full story. 

Twenty-seven times Raph’s done this rodeo, and he knows exactly where it’s going to end. Maybe in three days, maybe in six months, but there’s only one place Casey ever ends up: fired. 

(”Does it ever bug you?” Raph asked him once, right after Casey was very politely asked to get the hell out of PetSmart and to please never come back. “Like, when April got fired from Trader Joe’s, she punched a hole in the wall.” 

Casey just shrugged. “I mean, yeah, it sucks, but I get it. Not many places are gonna be pumped about a cashier comin’ in with bruises all the time. Kinda scares the customers.” 

Both of them knew there was no way Casey was gonna stop what gave him the bruises, because Casey Jones is Lawful Stupid and would be till the day he died.) 

It’s different this time. Raph swings through the living room window, six pack under his arm and ready to huddle under a blanket to watch the game, just to find the living room empty. 

“Case?” he calls. “You there?” 

Something rattles in the kitchen. Raph heads in that direction, after a backwards look to make sure April’s door is good and closed. Not that he minds having April around, but he’d just rather not have her around being a turd about how the Rangers are going to crap out, again. Casey’s already enough of a headcase about them as it is. 

But April’s door is closed, and the only light in the apartment is coming from the kitchen. Raph walks inside to find Casey at the stove, glaring into a pot of boiling water, tapping a metal spoon against the side. 

“I’m here.” Raph drops the beers on the table and sits down in his usual seat. “What’s for dinner?” 

Casey ignores him to keep tapping the spoon against the pot. From what Raph can see through the heavy sweep of his hair, Casey’s scowling, face all creased up, like Donnie’s when some experiment dares to betray him by not succeeding immediately. 

“Hey,” says Raph, kicking Casey in the leg. “Anybody home?” 

“Jesus, Raph, I’m right here.” Casey shifts away. “And pasta, we’re doin’ pasta.” 

“Whoa, what crawled up your ass and died?” Raph reaches for a beer, because it’s obviously going to be that kind of night, and he might as well get started now. “I was just asking –” 

“Yeah, I know, and I answered.” Casey glares at him, brows low and mouth tugged down in a hard curve. “Or did you want me to read you the ingredients while I was at it?” 

Raph avoids feelings, talking about feelings, thinking about feelings, and having feelings as much as possible; that kind of stuff slows you down in a fight, when all you should be thinking about is how to take the bad guys down hard enough so that they don’t get up again. Do your job, do your best, and things will work out. 

He’s got feelings, he just doesn’t deal with them. But sometimes he makes an exception for Casey, because there’s a soft gooey center under all that hair gel and ego, and something in Raph – something just as soft, that he’s never going to admit to having – wants to make sure that nothing keeps Casey down for good. 

“You okay?” he asks, popping the cap off another beer and holding it out to Casey. “Because if you’re not, you should…talk to April.” 

Critical miss! yells Donnie inside Raph’s head. 

“Yeah, because talking to Little Miss Perfect’s gonna make everything all better. Thanks for that, Raph.” Casey takes the beer and drains half of it in a gulp. 

“Or you could talk to me,” Raph says in a rush, before he can stop himself. He scratches the back of his neck, not looking at Casey, and silently sighs in relief when Casey drops into the seat across from him. 

“I got fired,” Casey says, once he’s finished his beer. “Go ahead, I think it’s your turn for the I told you so.” 

Normally, Raph would be all over that, but Casey’s usually the one to start making fun of himself once the inevitable hits. He doesn’t try to boil spaghetti water with his brain, and he doesn’t shit on April. And this job had meant something to Casey. Raph’s a dick, but he’s not an asshole. “I’ll pass,” he says. “What happened?” 

Casey’s scowl deepens, hard lines on either side of his mouth and at his eyes. “Came in late and beat up one too many times, same as always,” he says. “Can’t have the kiddos seeing their coach all beat to hell. Bad example. Or that’s what the school board said.” 

There’s a beat of quiet, then Casey drops his forehead to the table. “Fuck,” he says, muffled by the wood. “Just this once, I thought I was doin’ something good.”

Raph squirms in his seat. It sucks for Casey, more than anyone can say, but he’s got no idea how to handle this. How pathetic is this, that Casey’s his boyfriend but even Donnie could handle this better? 

Casey stays facedown on the table, his hands clenched in his hair, till Raph feels the irresistible impulse to stand up, lean over the table, and lift Casey up by the shoulders. 

“You were doing something good,” he says, the words nearly choking him. “They’re assholes. I’m sorry.” 

And then, because Casey’s still scowling and Raph has no idea what to do next, he kisses Casey on the forehead, like he’s seen April do whenever Donnie gets into a funk. 

There’s another beat, and then Casey snickers. “Oh my god,” he says. “That’s so sweet. You been takin’ lessons?” 

Raph pulls away so he won’t strangle Casey with his own bandanna, and grabs the beer. “You’re the worst,” he says, stalking back toward the living room. “I try to do one thing –” 

“It was just really heterosexual!” Casey yells, following him and grinning like an asshole now. “I’m not used to –” 

Raph tackles him to the floor and starts punching for his kidneys, but Casey is laughing, and hey, at least now he’s dealt with feelings for the next year or so, right? 

Right. 

Family Reunion (Andrew Tanner x Robin Ballard)

Genres: Family, Fluff, One-Shot, Romance, Self-Insert 

Fandom: Red Dawn 

Pairing: Andrew Tanner x Robin Ballard (Original Female Character) 

Summary: Andrew looks for his family after the war is over. 

Rating: SFW 

Warnings: Language, Military, Pregnancy 

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It’s finally over. 

This damn ridiculous war is finished, and I can go home. 

But as I stand in front of what used to be my house, it becomes apparent that I don’t have a home anymore. 

I make my way to the refugee center, hoping that I’ll find them there. 

The family I wasn’t with when everything started because I was leading a training exercise out of state.

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The Journal: Part One


Summary: During a night of studying, Donnie stumbles across April’s precious journal. How he handles it will completely change their relationship for better or for worse. Only trust and time will be able to decide

Author’s Note: So I’ve had this idea for a very long time now and had finally started getting around to writing it awhile back. I was planning on posting this as a oneshot for Apritello week, but then Irma had to ruin things. So I’ll be posting this in parts when I can. Anyways, I hope you guys like it. :)


On a cool, New York City night, Donnie and April sat upon her bed, thumbing through pages of textbooks. Around them, April’s school notes laid scattered. Even though midnight was close, Donnie had agreed to stay as long as needed to help her catch up on homework. She had fallen behind in her classes due to all the training and the patrols, and even though Casey hadn’t cared in the least about school, April wanted to pass with high honors.

“Oh Donnie, it’s going to take hours just to finish the math homework…,” April groaned.

He rubbed his chin, quietly nodding in agreement. His focus shifted from the textbook in his lap to the one in hers.

“Well, if we finish with all the math tonight, we can work on your English homework tomorrow. Then within a few days, you should be all caught up.”

“You’re such a great friend. I can’t thank you enough for helping me out with this.”

“It’s no big deal, April. Always happy to help you out.”

She uncurled her legs and stretched.  “Well, I’ll go make us some tea to tide us over.”

“Okay, sounds great.”

Donnie’s gaze followed as she exited the room. As the sound of footsteps faded down the hall, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, then glanced around the brightly lit room. April didn’t have much in her room. She did, however, have a mirror with photos pinned to it, a dresser, a nightstand, and short bookshelf on the wall adjacent to her bed. He focused in on the bookshelf, scanning over the titles shown. Some of them he remembered seeing her read, but the rest were unfamiliar to him.

But then a thin untitled book caught his eye. It was navy blue and stuck out just a bit more than the other books on the second shelf. He gathered himself to his feet and took two steps forward. Then hesitantly, Donnie slid the book out and examined the back, taking note on the fading. As he flipped it over to the front cover, a hard lump formed in his throat.

Her journal!

Donnie caught her writing in it on several different occasions, but anytime he tried to glimpse at it over her shoulder, April would cover the pages and shoo him off. But here it was, completely within his grasp. His curiosity began to simmer as he chewed at his lower lip.

Did she write about me in here? If she did, I wonder what she wrote. Oh man…

As the urge to know rose, he slid his thumb under the front cover, but stopped short of opening it. He took a deep breath as guilt steeped within his conscience. Is it really okay to go through her journal without her permission? Donnie had debated on this thought, and with a defeated sigh, he lowered the book down to his side.

No, I need to respect her privacy. I’m willing to bet that she’ll be pretty angry at me if I read any of it.

And as soon as the thought had crossed his mind, he could hear patters of her steps echo into the hall. In a great haste, he shoved the book onto the first shelf and grabbed a random reference book instead. A split second later, April appeared at the doorway with a tray in her hand.

Donnie hummed a soft jingle, trying to act casual as he flipped through contents of the book.

“It’s still pretty hot, so let it cool off for a bit,” she warned him, setting the tray of tea onto her nightstand.

“Sure thing,” Don replied, his face still buried within the pages.

April glanced over at him, noticing the stiff vibe that emitted off him. She didn’t need to be psychic to know that something was up. Donnie stood rigid next to her bed, and even though she knew he liked to read, he seemed way too interested in a simple dictionary.

Sure enough, he could feel her gaze. He pretended to read over definitions, staring at the page in front of him, not even absorbing the words. A moment passed in silence, and then Donnie couldn’t take it anymore. April was about to say something when he snapped the book shut and settled back into his original spot on the bed.

“So about that one equation… What part were you stuck on again?” he asked abruptly, scooping up one of the notebooks.

April’s brows raised. If she wasn’t suspicious before, then she definitely was now. However, not wanting to draw any attention to his sudden odd behavior, she sat down on the bed opposite to him. Whatever it was, she was sure he would eventually tell her. So she pointed at the last entry in her notebook and sighed.

“I wasn’t stuck, I just wanted you to check over to see if I calculated correctly. Imaginary numbers can be tricky, you know?”

“Oh right, right. Gotcha’,” he replied with great enthusiasm, then promptly began looking over the material.

A minute passed before Don gave her the thumb’s up. “The solution looks good to me, April.”Their gazes met as Donnie handed her back the notebook.

“Thanks,” she replied in a soft tone.

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “No need to thank me.”

April said nothing in response and began to work on the next problem. Donnie watched as her pencil scribbled numbers onto the page, but then he couldn’t help but turn his attention back towards the shelf. What could possibly be written in that journal that would cause her to shoo him away?

Whenever it boiled down to knowing how she feels, or even what she thinks, Donnie was always clueless. He stopped trying to pressure her, sure, even going with her flow. But the need to know what she thought of him would always come back to poke at his conscious.

Some days, she was touchy-feely. Then on others, she would hold her distance. That journal could possibly hold the answers on April’s sporadic moods. There was even a chance he could learn which behaviors of his would put her off–if she would even document such a thing. He grew uneasy with each thought. Constantly, he shifted his attention to her etching solutions then to the journal in the shelf. After a couple minutes of dealing with this turmoil, Don rubbed the back of his neck and looked down at his crossed legs. What was he even thinking? That kind of obsessive tendency was cause of past troubles between them.

Stop thinking about it, Donatello, and just focus on helping her. After all, it’s none of your business.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel guilty for even wanting to know…

So Donnie inhaled deeply and grabbed another notebook, pushing away the thoughts. He was there to help her out, so that was what he was going to do.

Okay, so, I’ve been working on a multi-chapter Dasey fan fiction and while it’s still in rough draft form I thought I might post a bit of what I have from the beginning and the blurb of the whole thing and feedback is appreciated and welcome.

Blurb: The summer before University, Casey was offered an exclusive audition to dance in New York and to everyone’s surprise she left behind her full scholarship for ballet shoes and a shot. Everything fell into place, she got a lead in her dance troupe, was living in the flat of her dreams, and the cherry to top it all off, Andrew, her Prince Charming. But when he proposes it sends Casey into a klutzilla relapse and a hasty returning home to the full house. While Casey tries to sort through her sudden unsure feelings for Andrew, she also finds herself in a complete time reversal as she moves back home for the summer. With the overcrowded house being put up for sale, a crying baby that never shuts up, and Der-ek, Casey thinks she might lose her mind before she even has a chance to figure out what the hell is wrong with her. (Also there’s Emily who she hasn’t spoke to in a year, a fight with the biggest asshole she’s ever met, a disturbing innocent from unlocked doors, and if one more thing goes to shit she’s going to march down to see Paul, and she means it.)

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It’s complicated because with Casey it always is. But Derek doesn’t get the memo until he opens his door to find Casey standing there in full panic mode at three am on a Wednesday.

“What’re you doing here? It’s,” Derek glances over at his watch, “three in the morning.”

“Something’s wrong with me!” Casey shrieks as she makes her way into Derek’s dorm room with suitcase in tow, successfully running over Derek’s foot in the process, he winces.

He manages a smirk, even though is foot is throbbing, as he turns and says, “Yeah I could’ve told you that.” Derek throws the door shut to find Casey sitting on his bed. “Still doesn’t explain what you’re doing here.”

When she doesn’t say anything, oblivious to him, he sighs and walks over to where Casey is sitting and leans down in front of her. His hands rest on her shoulders and she looks at him likes she’s just seeing him, like it’s just sinking in where she is. And with Casey being, well, Casey, she panics more. Before he can get a word out, Casey stands too quick without warning and slams her head against Derek’s in the process. He curses loudly and falls to the floor, she groans while falling back m on the bed and they just stay like that. Silent and staring at the ceiling from their landing spots via the impact.

He breaks silence and his voice is gentle as he asks, “What’s wrong?”

“To put it simply? I don’t want to discuss it right now.”

He rolls his eyes. “Okay, sure. Then why did you come all the way down here? And of all the places you could go to not discuss something why my dorm room?”

She’s quiet for a moment and hesitates before saying, “You were the shortest drive from the airport.” She sits up with a small smile, though she still has semi-crazy eyes.

He nods and sits up, his elbows resting on his knees. “Fair enough.”

“I should go. You’re probably not allowed to have girls in the dorms past a certain time, no matter the relation.”

He shrugs, stands up, “We aren’t. But that hasn’t stopped me before, so… I guess you can stay.” She grins ear to ear at that. He just rolls his eyes. “You do realize that you’ll have to sleep on the floor though.”

Now she’s frowning. “What? Why?”

“Because my bed is well mine and I’m definitely not giving up my beauty sleep just because you showed up.”

“Well can’t I sleep in your roommates bed? Obviously he isn’t here.”

He tries to think of an excuse but he’s not as quick with the quips as he used to be. Time can do that to you.

She smirks and stands up to face off with him. “That’s what I thought.”

He returns the smirk and it’s just like old times as he shoves his hands in his pockets and shrugs at her. “Fine. Take my roommates bed. Just try not to think about all the times he’s jacked off in it.”

“Ew, Der-ek!” She slaps his shoulder. “You’re so sick!”

“No what’s sick is he hasn’t washed those sheets since Christmas Break.” Her face is thoroughly disgusted and he knows he won the stand off.

Undoing

Chapter 4

Originally posted by allstatic


‘Cause you know the truth hurts
But secrets kill
Can’t help thinkin’ that I love it still
Still here, there must be something real
'Cause you know the good die young
But so did this
And so it must be better than I think it is

Gimme those eyes, it’s easy to forgive

-       Hopeless 


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The first week went by without another disaster, fast but somehow dragging at the same time. My days always looked the same: get up early, take a shower after Marcus left the house, then breakfast at the headquarters. After doing the dishes, we´d get our assignment for the day, the boys performing physically more demanding tasks like helping a member build a new house or shelter for the factionless while we girls helped the woman do their laundry in huge tubs, rubbing until our hands were raw or patching up clothes until my fingers were bleeding. At least I learned now how to sew.

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cheerleaderjackie  asked:

I was reading your defense on Jackie not being a whore and I saw the OP answered you with "she did kiss the cheese guy lol" as a way to say Jackie is a whore, and you didn't answer that after. What do you think about the situation with the cheese guy, and do you think Kelso's actions and approach to it is ok or should not be? I love your opinions!

Hi (and thanks)!

I didn’t respond to the “ she did kiss the cheese guy lol" remark because I didn’t feel it worth responding to. But since you’ve asked me to address it, I will.

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anonymous asked:

I know we should take spoilers with a grain of salt but if you know, did the 'Archie choses Betty' spoilers come out before the jubilee set photos? Because Bughead are walking with linked arms so unless something happens within 42 minutes I don't get it... Unless they've decided to stay friends for now and then we get Archie confessing to Betty. (Of course that could also be that its not Bughead in the photo and its BTS of the actors on set?)

i don’t know which came out first. i think maybe the pictures from set were first, or i at least heard about them after i’d seen the pictures from set. i’m not sure when they were first posted. the pictures are definitely in character, though. they have cameras following them and a microphone over their heads. the first time i saw them i thought maybe they were just being friendly walking arm and arm, but she was holding onto his arm exactly like that in the last episode and they’re together in episode 7. taking a closer look at the one where they’re talking with her family

her arm appears to still be linked with his and she’s leaning against him. have you ever cuddled with someone you’re just friends with in front of your family? 

i talked about why it doesn’t make sense for archie and betty to end the season together before, but i’ll say it again: 

it doesn’t make sense for betty and archie to end the season together. for starters, we’re nearly halfway through the season and the only romantic progress they’ve encountered is archie telling betty he doesn’t have feelings for her and her coming to terms with it.

we know that archie is going to experience some kind of jealousy when betty and jughead get together, which has a lot of people frightened– but, honestly, i think that makes it even more unlikely that they’ll get together in the finale. riverdale is supposed to be about female empowerment. that’s why they decided not to make the betty/archie/veronica triangle a focal point of the series. they didn’t want a boy coming between two women who were destined to be best friends (that is an actual quote from lili). we had an entire episode where betty and veronica brought down a half dozen football players for disrespecting women. there is no wayNO WAY that they’re going to have betty break up with somebody she’s built a beautiful, deep relationship with for a boy who “wants what he can’t have.” it would make her look so weak. it would be horrendous character development for both betty and archie.

then there’s the fact betty is the one they gave a love interest outside of archie to. as far as we know, veronica isn’t going to have a love interest this season. at least not a serious one. v is a strong, independent woman, so of course she doesn’t need a significant other– but i still think that it’s telling that she’s going to be off on her own while betty grows closer and closer to jughead. i believe they’re going to spend the season building up varchie with those lingering looks and supportive attitude we saw in ep 6, even as he got together with val.

there is a difference between a surprising turn of events and bad writing. having archie and betty get together in the season finale would fall into the latter category. it would garner shock and surprise in the audience for a hot minute, but then they’d have to spend a good portion of season 2 trying to make them not look like total assholes. besides the fact betty and jughead are happily walking through the snow with their arms linked in the finale (suggesting that they’re probably still together), in episode 10 (only 3 episodes before the finale) jughead takes his hat off for the first time! and he does it in a super vulnerable scene with betty. that implies that he really trusts her and for her to turn around and get together with his best friend would look terrible.

and then i have a hard time believing that camila would say she wanted archie and v together and that v was his strength if he ended the season with betty. there’s also the long list of quotes from cole and lili describing betty and jughead’s relationship as beautiful, romantic, deep, and even stating that they make each other happy. kj has also expressed a liking for betty and jughead not just with his infamous tweet (which lili, camila, and one of the writers liked), but he also said in an interview that he thinks their dynamic is awesome and that he loves their storyline because it keeps getting better and better. he’s also not the only cast member to express that they like betty and jughead together– camila, ashleigh, hayley, and casey have all either posted bughead positive tweets or liked them. i, again, have a hard time believing that they’d have such support if the writers did them dirty in the finale. until i’m given evidence to the contrary, i firmly believe the season is going to end with bughead and varchie.

Green Bean Casserole

let’s ignore the layout of Antonio’s apartment okay thanks😂😅 this is of course after the CF finale, and i will be writing a lot of fics related to this one. we don’t know if casey has died or not, but for these bunch of stories i have in mind, he does. it’s kind of the catapult that gets brettonio back together, and of course guilt and drama and many fic ideas would come with that!!! which means grieving gabby dawson:( of course i definitely want matt casey to live(and i one hundred percent think he does) but it makes out for good stories!!!! hope you enjoy!!! and i know justice is over but yeah whatever i started this immediately after the finale sooo it wasn’t canceled yet. i hope you all enjoy and i don’t own anything!!!! 💘💘💘💘

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Nagel tried to balance the green bean casserole in one hand and use the other to knock on Antonio’s apartment door. She felt slightly awkward about coming, but each time she thought about backing out, she thought of how she needs to support her partner. And although he wasn’t the one the casserole was mainly for, he was dealing with his sister’s life being completely flipped upside down.

The person who answered the door was neither of the Dawson siblings, or one of their parents. Instead it was a blonde haired woman, looking exhausted and frazzled. Her eyes lit up at the sight of Nagel’s food, however.

“Gabby loves green bean casserole.” The woman said with a smile, taking it from Nagel’s hands. Nagel wondered if that was it, she was handing over food and then leaving. She hadn’t exactly thought about what would happen after she gave the food away. But the woman opened the door wider, gesturing with her head for Nagel to come in. “Antonio would be glad to see you.” She said, surprising Nagel that she knew who she was. She had no clue who this woman was. “Oh, I’m sorry for not introducing myself, I guess I’ve been scatterbrained lately—”

“It’s fine, don’t apologize.” She must be a good friend of Gabby’s, and clearly was staying here to help. At least that’s what Nagel assumed by her wild hair and ratty sweatpants. She didn’t look like she was just visiting. “I understand.”

“Thanks.” The woman led her into the kitchen, seeming quite comfortable in Antonio’s apartment. She opened the fridge, which was stacked with food already. With some difficulty, the woman shoved the casserole into the fridge, somehow finding a place for it. “I’m Sylvie, though.” She stuck out a hand for Nagel to shake after she shut the refrigerator. “You’re Laura Nagel, right?”

“Right.” She responded slowly. Sylvie certainly knew a lot about her. “Nice to meet you.”

“Come on, Antonio is in the living room.” Sylvie left the room. Nagel quickly followed, not wanting to be left behind.

Antonio was on the couch, head in hands. Nagel was left speechless, she had never seen him so defeated before. Unlike herself who was unable to move, Sylvie approached Antonio. Her hand rested against his back, in an almost very intimate way. Nagel felt like she was intruding.

That’s when Antonio looked up, and his eyes first went to Nagel. “Hey,” He greeted, standing up and walking over towards her. “Thanks for stopping by.” He hugged her, an interaction not common between them. But it was right for the occasion, as Nagel wrapped her own arms around him.

“Of course.” She said, patting his back to show more comfort and support. When they separated, she informed him about the food she brought in the fridge.

“Gabby loves green bean casserole.” Antonio repeated the same thing Sylvie said earlier.

“Is she not here?” She had never met his sister, and while she never wanted to meet her under these circumstances, Nagel did want to extend her condolences.

At that question, Antonio and Sylvie looked at each other and grimaced. She probably shouldn’t have asked.

“She’s in Eva’s, I mean, her bedroom. Well, technically still Eva’s, but temporarily it’s Gabby’s.” Sylvie pointed to a closed room down the hall.

“How long has she been in there?”

“About an hour, I think?” Sylvie looked to Antonio for confirmation. He nodded. “She’s supposed to keep the door unlocked. We want to give her as much privacy as possible, but we have to take precautions.”

“Well, I can go, if you want—”

“No, no. It’s fine.” Antonio interrupted, shaking his head. “We both appreciate the company. It’s usually just us around here, and sometimes my mom, and it can get pretty boring at times.”

“Gee, thanks.” Sylvie sarcastically thanked him, bumping her hip against his. They exchanged smiles, longer than Nagel thought was necessary. It was clear there was something more than friendship between them.

“Do you live nearby?” Nagel couldn’t help but ask Sylvie. What? She was curious. Plus she was known for being blunt. So her asking an out there question wasn’t unusual. The relationship between Sylvie and Antonio seemed more than platonic, too.

“Um, like 20 minutes away. I’ve been, uh, crashing on the couch.” Sylvie was clearly not expecting the question, stuttering her way through her answer.

“Sleep on the couch my ass…” A voice slurred. All three of them turned to the sound, watching as a disheveled Gabby appeared out of the bedroom.

With a bottle of vodka. Well then. This first meeting with Gabby Dawson was going to be quite unfiltered. Her attention wasn’t on the new guest however, but on Antonio and Sylvie.

“Gabby—” Sylvie paid no attention to her friend’s snide comment, her eyes instead on the alcohol.

“Don’t Gabby me..” Gabby took an unbalanced step forward, thankfully placing the drink down on the counter she passed. Sylvie tried to help Gabby by grabbing onto her arm, but she was shrugged off.

That movement by Sylvie seemed to be the final trigger, as she then went off on a tangent. “I’m not stupid! I see you two…you sleeping together, hugging…kissing.” She pointed back and forth between the two, before directing her full attention on Sylvie. “You were always jealous of me. Saying you wanted your own Casey…..” Her voice wobbled slightly at the mention of her deceased husband, showing some sign of her real internal emotions. It was obvious she was taking her grief out on Sylvie.

Luckily Sylvie understood that, ignoring the hurtful words being thrown at her. “It’s not like that, Gabby.” She spoke softly, reaching out to grab Gabby’s hands.

Nagel couldn’t help but look at Antonio, wondering how he was taking all of this. He looked more emotionally affected than Sylvie. That was easy to see, with his clenched jaw and fidgeting hands. If Gabby kept up with her emotional outburst, her brother would surely intervene. What was holding him back with the hint of sadness in his eyes. He, like Sylvie, knew why she was reacting this way. But he wouldn’t be able to stand for it like his…..whatever Sylvie was to him. Thanks to Gabby’s drunken rant, Nagel now knows that they are really sleeping together.

“Why are you flinging your happiness in my face?” Gabby cried out, shooing Sylvie’s desperate hands away.

“I’m not—”

“You had to pick my brother, didn’t you? You couldn’t have been someone else’s whore—”

“Gabby!” Antonio’s voice was sharp, a warning. But intoxicated Gabby was unfazed.

“My husband is gone and you’re now trying to steal away Antonio from me. I’ve already lost so many people, Sylvie. Shay wouldn’t have done this to me.”

Nagel didn’t have a clue who Shay was, but Antonio and Sylvie both flinched at the mention.

At this point, she wouldn’t have been surprised if Sylvie left. But she stayed, looking even more determined than before. “Gabby….I’ll do anything for you.” She tried to talk sense into her friend, but as Nagel observed Gabby’s glazed eyes and swaying body, she wasn’t going to get any logic into her mind. Getting her back in bed was the best option.

“Bullshit….” Gabby slurred, before leaning over and throwing up all down Sylvie’s shirt.

Immediately the smell of vomit became prominent throughout the whole apartment. Everyone had barely any time to react before Gabby began to fall over. Sylvie, who was the closest, grabbed her first. But was clearly struggling to hold her up, as she was trying to avoid getting Gabby covered in the vomit.

Antonio took over. “Go get cleaned up.” He murmured to Sylvie, gesturing his chin to the direction of his bedroom. “We’ll handle this.”

We? Nagel thought of herself as a fearless woman, but she did not do vomit.

Antonio, who saw the disgust on her face, sighed. “I meant that you could help me get her situated. I don’t expect you to clean up my sister’s mess.”

Relieved, Nagel quickly stepped forward to help. She could handle helping Gabby get back into bed. But as they helped his sister into her room, Antonio leaned down to pick Gabby up entirely by himself when they were only feet away from the bed.

“Uh, okay.” Nagel watched carefully as Antonio lowered Gabby onto the mattress. It was important for her to make sure he didn’t somehow hurt himself—doing work without a partner would be a major pain in the ass. Plus, of course, she did care about the man. She would have to after spending hours upon hours with him five days a week. “Thought you wanted my help.” If didn’t need anything else, she should probably go. By this point she felt like she was intruding. Actually, when Gabby came stumbling out of her room was the moment she should have ran for it.

“We need to check her room for alcohol,” He said when he stepped back from the bed, looking around the room for bottles. “I thought Sylvie and I got all of it the other day,” He muttered, this time he was talking to himself so Nagel ignored him, looking into the closet.

She hit the jackpot. Right behind a layer of Antonio’s daughter’s clothes were bottles of alcohol in a plastic bag. They didn’t look like they were there for long. The receipt was inside the bag, which she decided to pull out. She was right with her suspicions, this was bought only yesterday.

“Dawson.” She called out softly to not wake his sister, but also still audible enough that he could hear. “Found it.”

The frown on his face grew deeper as he viewed the alcoholic beverages. He didn’t voice his feelings though, instead lowering down to pick the bag up.

“She’s not going to be happy to find that gone.” Nagel couldn’t help but comment. She took the bag when Antonio handed it to her though. Just because Gabby was going to be mad didn’t mean what Antonio was doing was wrong. Plus she was so hammered that Nagel was confident that she wouldn’t remember her being here. It would be Antonio and Sylvie that would have to deal with her. Nagel only wanted to be the person who dropped off food. Nothing more.

“Take it. Happy birthday.” Antonio said, shutting the cabinet door behind him.

A nice surprise, she had to admit. Antonio wasn’t the one to turn away alcohol normally, but this was certainly not a normal situation. She wasn’t going to complain about free alcohol, but couldn’t help but correct his statement. “My birthday is months away.”

“Early birthday present then,” Antonio shrugged, looking back at his sister before they left the room. She looked peaceful, even though she was anything but.

They were met with the sight of Sylvie, in a new shirt, one that looked familiar to Nagel. It was obvious that she had swiped the piece of clothing out of Antonio’s closet. She was down on her hands and knees, scrubbing the vomit out of the beige carpet.

“Sylvie, let me—” Antonio reached his hand out, eyeing the hand towel she was using. Scrunching up her nose, Nagel sidestepped out of the way. The mess seemed it was mostly cleaned up, making the help Antonio was offering to be useless, but the smell was still as strong as before. Another reason for her to make her exit.

She was right in her suspicion, as Sylvie got off of her knees, using her free hand to grab the cleaning supplies to her right. “I’m done already,” She said, taking a few steps backward before turning around to face the coffee table. “Don’t feel bad.”

For Antonio, that was probably an impossible task. But Nagel didn’t dare voice this aloud. After all, she wanted to get out of this mess as quickly as possible. She didn’t need to insert herself into a mindless conversation.

The scent of febreeze began to enter the room, taking over the vomit smell. After a few more sprays, Sylvie set down the bottle, turning back towards Antonio. She had a look in her eyes, one that was very familiar to Nagel. She had seen it multiple times from her ex husband before. It was the we need to talk look. Which was most likely about what had been said by intoxicated Gabby earlier.

This was the moment she had been waiting for. To make her leave.

“Well, I think I should….” She gestured to the door, taking a few steps backwards.

Luckily, Antonio didn’t argue. Since the incident, most of his energy had probably been drained from him anyways. When she saw him during work, he was the same Antonio. He put all his energy into work and Gabby, and when he didn’t have either, he faded. “I’ll see you on Monday.” He said, staying right besides Sylvie. “Thanks for the food.”

“Thanks for the alcohol.” She held up the bag. God knows she was going to need one of these tonight. She was surprised Antonio and Sylvie weren’t constantly drinking, this apartment was incredibly depressing.

But when Antonio took Sylvie’s hand into his, gripping it tightly, she realized they had another method of coping. Each other. Which she would originally assume that would be the reason they had started a relationship, but a blind man could see the love between them. It was almost nauseating, love was something she had shut herself off to after her divorce, but even she could acknowledge that they were sweet together.

Her internal musing was abruptly ended when arms wrapped around her, catching her off guard. The softness of the small body and flowery smell told her that it was Sylvie. Before she could even respond, the woman stepped back, ending the brief hug.

When she opened her mouth to speak, her voice was at a whisper. She didn’t want Antonio to hear. “Thank you for being there for him, at work.” She scooted closer, a good move on her part, as Antonio was a good listener. “It has been his escape these past for weeks and I know you have played a big part in that.” Sylvie reached out to grab Nagel’s hands, giving them a grateful squeeze. She resisted the urge to pull them away, she never was a fan of being touched, but allowed for it to continue for her partner’s……lover? girlfriend? She didn’t know exactly what they were. That curiosity was tucked into the back of her mind, planning to use it for small talk during the week. With everything that was going on with Antonio, she had to have something positive to discuss about with him.

“No problem.” She finally responded when she was able to find her words. Uncomfortable with being given credit, when all she had been doing was her job and bringing over food, she tried to lessen it. “You’ve been doing a lot, too. Being by his side. You can easily tell how much he cares about you.” The word love almost slipped through her teeth, but she was able to hold it back.

Sylvie gave a small smile at the compliment, but it was clear her mind was elsewhere now as her relationship with Antonio was brought up. “He’s an amazing guy.” She murmured, becoming quiet.

Something was up with her, but it wasn’t Nagel’s place to figure out why. She cleared her throat, hoping that would be enough to regain Sylvie’s attention. “It was nice meeting you.” She said once Sylvie’s eyes met hers again.

After an awkward wave to Antonio, Nagel forced herself to turn her back to them, heading towards the front door. She quickly opened and once through, closed it behind her. No reason to extend the cringeworthy goodbye. Especially when they were obviously wanting to have a conversation with only each other.

As she made her way through the apartment building, she tried to make herself optimistic after having the life sucked out of her at Antonio’s apartment. More like a cemetery, personally, to Nagel.

“Guess I’m having a party with myself tonight,” She muttered, watching the plastic bag swing back and forth.

No matter what, she knew she was going to have a better night than Gabby Dawson.

Small Packages

A quick ficlet of Mikey being a badass, and space arc shenanigans with the whole team. 

because people don’t seem to respect that he’s just as much of a ninja as his brothers and probably twice as terrifying 

AO3 version.

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“We go out for drinks, and this happens,” Donnie muttered irritably, shifting the ropes tied around his wrists. “And they weren’t even alcoholic this time.”

“In Leo and Raph’s and my own defense-” April said, also tugging at her bound wrists. “-none of us knew that we weren’t supposed to climb that particular statue. And it’s you, Casey, and Mikey who wandered off; we were just trying to find you!”

“Wonderful job of that. You found us, and then we all got arrested,” Donnie said dryly.

“I said we were sorry!”

“You did, they didn’t,” Donnie nodded at his older brothers, who were slumped against one another unconscious. Casey and Mikey were still conscious, for all the good that did; the two of them also struggling against the rough rope that they’d all been trussed up with.

Around them, the majority of the village they’d stopped down in was gathered. In hindsight, it may not have been the best idea to pick a planet that still had tribal rule, and warrior code. Donnie didn’t like the look of blades swinging from the aliens’ waists, or the sizable masses of their arms.

Earlier, he’d thought it was all very fascinating. A bipedal species with two sets of arms, claw like nails, and fierce looking tusks jutted from their mouths. A genetic marvel from where he came. They also resembled ‘World of Warcraft’ characters, and never let it be said Donnie wasn’t interested in the gaming community, for all its grievous errors and rampant biasness.

Though now, as the chief of the village called to order her assembled followers, they seemed more intimidating than fascinating.

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EVE BORES YOU SERIES: War Veteran, Sitcom Norma Bates and Indecisive Readhead VS A Scrawny Neighbour Boy - a look at Eric Forman and how Red, Kitty, and Donna affect his character requested by sulietsexual

To start this meta, I love Eric. I can genuiely identify and connect with him, his Chandler-like deadpan sarcasm is hilarious and Topher’s delivery helps loads. That being said, I can understand why some fans don’t like him cause he does have some negative qualities, such as occasional sexism, rudeness and in particular, hostility towards Jackie (one thing I can’t forgive him for). Today, however, I’m talking about something else.

So, as the show creator said, Eric is sort of a teenage version of himself, kind of the underdog you want to root for, which makes perfect sense considering the sitcom format and the fact that he’s the protagonist. You root for him and Donna, you cheer when he stands up to Red, you get sad when he becomes the butt of the joke.

Now, it seems like Eric is sort of a self-insert character. I read that such device is used so the readers/watchers could put themselves in their shoes and interact with the story. And it actually kind of works because who hasn’t felt like Eric every once in a while - insecure, incapable, dumb, underappreciated. That’s why I connect with him so much, despite his glaring flaws and I’m sure some people in the audience did as well.

However, as a character, such choice makes him suffer because apart of his obssession with Star Wars, Spiderman, etc, he has nothing he’s interested in. No hobbies, no ambitions which can be considered typical teenage guy behaviour but let’s think about it - Hyde is interested in government and conspiracies, Kelso was shown to have a streak for mechanics (a trait thay was sadly dropped after season 1), Donna had her feminism and Jackie had cheerleading and fashion. However shallow, the characters care about something and pursue those interests. The show doesn’t let Eric have that, and it only gets worse as the series go on. Just like Joey, the writers regressed him and refused to allow him to grow.

I was asked to discuss how three people in his life - Red, Kitty and Donna - affect him negatively. To make this clearer, I will take one character and discuss how they affect Eric throughout the whole show run and then take another character and so on. This should be fun *cracks knuckles*


War Veteran chews Scrawny Neighbour Boy till the last bone - Eric/Red

As much as I find Red hilarious, I have to say - he seems incapable of emotional connection with his kids, Eric in particular. While played for laughs, his constant demeaning of Eric, calling him annoying, weird and twitchy can be really traumatizimg for a young mind that’s still developing a sense of identity.

Since the start of the series , their relationship is established clearly - Eric is afraid of Red’s iron fist while Red constantly reminds him he’s not the kind of son he wanted as he’s not masculine enough. It’s revealed Red was raised the same way so it makes sense he doesn’t know anything else but that doesn’t make it okay. He believes yelling at Eric will make him a man but from personal experience, being yelled at can significantly lower your self worth. In fact, Eric would’ve probably met Red’s version of a perfect son if he connected with him more instead of cutting him off. But since we’re talking about that, parents shouldn’t make up perfect visions of their kids in their heads and love them accordingly to that. Familial love is unconditional, or it should be.

Because of that, it’s quite satisfying to watch Eric stand up to him and the series go on. I actually believe that some part of his whole engagement with Donna debacle and his refusal to leave the house in season 7 was a way to lash out at Red. Just watch their interractions after Eric tells Red he’s engaged - you can see some obvious resentment, which, while uncomfortable to watch, doesn’t really surprise me.

To sum up, while I understand Red meant well, he actually set back Eric’s development. That being said, their goodbye in 7x25 was so sweet I shed a tear.


Sitcom Norma Bates puts Scrawny Neighbour Boy’s bones in their basement - Eric/Kitty

So, to preface this, I actually think that Kitty had a more detrimental effect on Eric than Red. Allow me to explain.

Kitty says she babies Eric so much because Red is hard on him. That might e true to some degree, but I also think Kitty has a bit of a hero complex - she takes pride in getting Hyde off the streets, would’ve taken Jackie in after her mother abandons her as well - she loves to baby people and nurture them, in short, she likes to feel needed. Since Laurie shuts her out, she projects in all on Eric.

It’s not as obvious in the early seasons, but every time Eric takes a step towards becoming a grown up, she goes ballistic (such as her not getting out of bed after discovering Eric and Donna have sex). It’s canonically said she can’t stand to not be needed by him and while I can somewhat understand a parent feeling that way when they see their child growing up, I think it’s really more about Kitty than Eric. She wants to sacrifice his personal growth so he could fulfil her needs. Such as when she’s happy he put of college in season 6 and spoils him in the episode where he’s slacking off and sleeping during the day (which is thankfully addressed by Donna). There comes a day when a mother has to realize a child is his own person as well and needs to realize his own potential.

Why did I call her sitcom Norma Bates? I’m not saying by any means that Kitty is like Norma Bates, however, her co-dependancy on Eric is detrimental to his development and frankly, it can have psychological damage as well. It should also be noted that Kitty constantly rivals with Donna to be the most important woman in Eric’s life.

I will use an example from my own life to illustrate such dynamic. My cousin (male) is 27 years old. My uncle has never been close to him so my aunt babied him in response. Only he didn’t have a Donna or a Hyde or the rest of the gang and spent most of the school being bullied. Now he calls my aunt 3 times a day every day and whines about how much his life sucks while my aunt treats him like a child. No friends, no girlfriend, nothing. I could imagine Eric doing that at some point in the worst case scenario.


Indecisive Redhead tosses Scrawny Neighbour Boy around - Eric/Donna

I already have a meta on these two but with a different question you can write up a whole new one. At the end of the day, I do believe Donna had some negative effects on Eric, which I’m about to explain right now. If you’re a hardcore Donna fan, you might want to skip this section.

We know that Eric is very insecure. Frankly, I can’t blame him - Red’s constant belittling, his friends remarks how Donna is so out of his league - boy has problems. And in the end, Donna does nothing to prove him wrong. I get that she had to be her own person and I’m not saying she never acknowledged how well he treated her. However, let’s look at the episode of their break up. In her dream sequence it’s revealed she can’t find anything that appealing in him which gives a question - why were they together in the first place? And also, realistically it’s not frequent you end up with the first person you fall in love with but no one thinks about that like “okay so nothing’s gonna become of that, I’m just passing time”. At least when you’re really in love with them. They broke up because Donna wanted personal freedom back but in Eric’s mind, she got tired of him and he didn’t have something that would make her stay. He wasn’t enough. And judging from Donna’s dream, it’s true. She sort of confirms what his parents and friends have been saying all along. And for that to come from the first person you’ve ever loved is kind of traumatic.

Then he spends half the season moping for her while she still seems to want all of what he did as her boyfriend without actually being with him. And then she falls for Casey fucking Kelso - everything Eric is not. That’s like a slap on the cheek for him and the fact that Red and Kitty called him a dumbass for not taking her back after it blew up in Donna’s face still pisses me off.

But what’s the most annoying is that his relationship with Donna season 5-onwards stops his growth. It becomes “I go where Donna goes, Donna is my future” to the point where he can’t even do well on SATs because he’s too busy daydreaming. It’s ridiculous and don’t even get me started on the whole engagement thing. Even as a teenager watching it I thought they were insane and I still think that now. That storyline turned their relationship into a punchline with continous hijinx and it was just too much. And then the whole season 7 thing where she supports him being all whimsical and losing any sort of direction in life - the earlier seasons Donna would’ve called him out in it but then again earlier seasons Eric wouldn’t have done this.


To conclude, the biggest tragedy of Eric’s character was that he got turned into a joke - a degraded, free loader, lazy, apathetic young man with no ambition. While sending him to Africa was sloppy, it at least gave him some sort of purpose. What’s sad is that some of the most important people in his life had some major contribution in such degradation.

A Good Man

A/N: Day 1 of 25 days of DC Christmas. This was an anon request. Hope you like it! Merry Christmas!

Request:  a Christmas one where barry spends the holiday with reader and meets the parents and hella fluff please.

Word Count: 2,015

The sound of dishes clanging rose me from my slumber on a cold winter morning, as I slowly opened my eyes to find myself in an empty bed. The smell of bacon and eggs wafted through the cracked door and grabbed my attention. My amazing boyfriend, Barry, was in the kitchen making breakfast. I rolled out of bed and slipped out of the bedroom to find him standing in his gray tee and boxers wearing my apron as he poked at the bacon with the spatula.

“Morning, hon,” I smiled and tried to smooth my hair back.

“Morning,” he beamed as he turned towards me with a plate in his hand, “Breakfast is ready.”

I walked over and snaked my arms around him, and buried my head in his chest. Today we were supposed to go to my parents’ for an early Christmas dinner, it was the only time my entire family could get together, but I would have much rather preferred to just stay home, “Do you think I can call and say I’m sick?”

“What? No, we have to go. It’s your family. And it’s Christmas. Plus I want to meet your parents,” he argued. I had been trying to sway him for weeks but he loved everything about this time of year. I personally would rather drink hot cocoa and watch Netflix.

“Fine,” I conceded knowing how hard it was to change Barry’s mind.

“Now smile,” he said before placing a a quick kiss on my cheek and leading me to the table for breakfast.

“Before we go though there are a couple things we should go over… so you’re prepared.”

“What is this a family dinner or a job interview?” he laughed as he shoveled eggs into his mouth.

“I’m serious, my family dinners aren’t like dinners at the West or Allen household. My parents are all about appearances and feel superior to most people,” Barry rolled his eyes, “At least hear me out?” I asked with a small pout.

“Okay,” he smirked as he grabbed my hand, “What do I need to know?”

“Well, my dad is a marine, he has a habit of threatening my previous boyfriends, he also is extremely conservative. Talk sports, football mostly, the Cowboys are his favorite team. Stay far away from the topic of the Philadelphia Eagles. Also if he starts talking about the metahumans change the topic immediately. And my mother is very into appearances, as long as you compliment her on how she styled the house, on her outfit, basically anything superficial you should be good. But if she asks you about working with the CCPD, downplay it. She’s trying to get a meeting with the mayor. My sister is very proper, super intelligent, and holier than thou. If she starts saying some snobbish bull shit just ignore her. My brother isn’t bad, but he normally doesn’t come to family events because my parents and him kind of had a falling out three years ago.”

“Whoa… that’s a lot of information to process.”

“Yeah… I still think it would just be better if we stay home and curl up on the couch,” I ran my foot along his leg trying to tempt him.

“No, we’ve been dating for almost a year, you’ve met Joe and Henry. I should meet your parents.”

“Okay. Oh, you’re going to need to wear a suit.”

The uber driver dropped us off outside of my parents house. I looked up at the familiar white house with the blue door. It almost looked friendly and welcoming from the outside. We started up the small walkway towards the front door. Before ringing the doorbell I messed with Barry’s tie and straightened his collar, “Remember Cowboys, not Eagles. No metahuman talk. Compliments. Not too much about CCPD. And ignore my sister.”

“Got it,” he smiled and winked, then he leaned down and planted a kiss on my cheek before whispering in my ear, “Relax. I’m right here with you.” His fingers intertwined with my own and he gave my hand a quick squeeze before I smoothed out my dress and rang the doorbell.

A few seconds later my father was standing at the door. He stood tall and proud in his uniform, towering over Barry and myself, “Hey, sweet pea,” he smiled and then he saw Barry holding my hand and he shot him a skeptical look, “You must be Gary,” he stuck out his hand.

“Barry, actually,” he smiled and gave him a firm handshake. I noticed my dad squeeze tighter and Barry flinched only slightly, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.” My father released his hand and I saw Barry in the corner of my eye stretching out his fingers. He leaned to me and whispered, “He’s got quite a grip.”

Just then I heard my mother’s squeal as she rounded the corner, “Is that my girl?“ she came closer to me and grabbed my shoulders. Then she tilted her head and started messing with my hair.

“Mother stop,” I pulled her hands from my face and noticed Barry stifling a laugh. 

“I wish you would let me take you to the salon every once in a while.”

“I happen to like my hair,” I argued. Then she glanced down at my red halter a-line dress.

“Why didn’t you wear the dress I bought you?”

“I am wearing the dress you bought me.”

“Oh, it-it looked different on the rack,” she sighed and then turned her attention to Barry.

“You must be Bartholomew,” she smiled and then looked him up and down, “He’s quite the sharp dresser.”

“Please call me Barry, and may I say you look lovely Mrs. Y/L/N,” that charm threw my mother in a fit of giggles as she and my father led us into the house.

We walked into the dining room where we found my sister fussing over the extravagant centerpiece my mother had laid out, “Would you quit messing with that!” my mother snapped causing Casey to pull away and her attention turned to me.

“Oh hello, y/n,” she said coldly.

“Hey, Casey,” I asked in as friendly of a voice as I could muster.

“Is this him?” she asked in a distasteful tone. Casey always thought that a man should be clean-cut, well-raised, and even though she didn’t say it, rich.

“Yes, this is my boyfriend Barry,” I smiled proudly as I grabbed his arm.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he held out his hand but she just stared at it and did not respond, leaving Barry standing there quite awkwardly.

“Well at least someone is able to tolerate you,” she forced a smile as if she had just given high praise. Barry winced slightly and wore a small look of shock, as if what she just said was unwarranted, but he didn’t know Casey. I’d learned to live with it, “You really should stay away from the color red, it’s not doing you any favors,” she smiled and then walked out of the room.

I turned to Barry and played with the lapel of his jacket, “So that’s my sister…”

“Did she really just say that?” his eyes were blown wide with disbelief.

“Oh yeah… I tried to warn you.”

“That was extremely tasteless,” he huffed.

“Well no one ever said Casey was classy,” I smiled and whispered, “She just thinks she is.”

My mother peeked her head in the doorway, “We still have about a half an hour til dinner, how about you join me in the kitchen and Barry can go watch football with your father.”

“Mom, why don’t you get Casey to help you?” I suggested politely.

She waved her hand at me as she grabbed my arm, “Nonsense, Casey has much better things to do. Barry will get along just fine,” she started dragging me with her then turned back to my loving boyfriend, “The family room is just around the corner.”

I turned back to him and mouthed “help me” he just laughed quietly, “you’ll be fine.”

When we walked into the kitchen I discovered that everything was almost finished, my mother didn’t need my help. But she blocked the door way and my only escape, “He’s quite charming isn’t he. And a very smooth dresser. What does he do again?”

“I’ve told you a thousand times, he’s a CSI.”

“A CSI, for the CCPD? Does he know the mayor? I’ve been trying to get a hold of him for weeks. Your father and I would appreciate tickets to the banquet on Christmas Eve,” she began rambling, trying to bargain her way into a position of status.

“Mother, no. You are not berating my boyfriend for tickets to anything!” I snapped, cutting her off.

She dismissed my outburst as she often did, “Fine, fine. You know though you picked a good one. If I were twenty years younger…”

“Mom, I’m begging you, please don’t finish that sentence,” I did not need any more insight into the inter-workings of my mothers twisted thought process.

“All I was going to say is that he’s a keeper. At least you got something right,” she smiled, then she came to me and wrapped me into a large hug, something she rarely did, “I’m proud of you.”

After we finished setting the table my mother and I strutted into the family room to find something I never expected. My dad, and my boyfriend, laughing? It made absolutely no sense. My father had never once approved of one of my boyfriends. I would have tried to guess what was different, but I knew Barry. He had a way of connecting with people. 

“And here are the lovely ladies,” my dad smiled larger than life.

“Dinner’s ready,” my mother’s voice sang.

My mother led the way out of the room and Barry followed quickly after My dad wrapped his arm around me, “I like him. He’s a good man.”

“Yes he is,” I smiled surprised at how Barry had managed to win over my father. 

We sat down to a gorgeous dinner, I leaned over to Barry and whispered, “What did you do to my dad?”

He just smiled to himself and grabbed my hand under the table, giving it a light squeeze, and I felt myself fill with a warmth I recognized as utter blissful happiness. 

By the end of dinner Barry had effectively won over every one of my family members, he had easily swayed my parents. My sister was more of a challenge, one he managed to conquer by discussing his relationships with Harrison Wells, Martin Stein, and Christina McGee, making my sister effectively jealous. She was baffled by Barry’s intellect. Even more so by my relationship with such a man. 

The only thing missing from the evening was my brother. I would never bring up Kyle at a family dinner, it would only cause a nuclear disaster and possibly the start of World War 3 but I could help but feel an emptiness as his chair was left empty at the end of the table.

After dinner and dessert we said our goodbyes and waited out front for our ride to arrive. Barry wrapped his arms around me allowing me to bury myself in him to keep warm, “What’s wrong y/n?” Barry asked, a slight tone of worry could be detected in his voice.

“Nothing Barr, tonight was perfect. You managed to magically win over each one of my family members,” desperately I tried to mask the sadness in my voice.

But he knew what I was feeling, he always did, “… except your brother.”

I nodded into his chest and he pulled me tighter. 

“Well, I’d like to meet him,” just then our car pulled up and we climbed into the car.

“Where are we going folks?” the driver asked cheerfully. Barry looked at me and mouthed “Where does he live?”

I beamed brightly and gave the driver my brother’s address. I turned and placed a soft chilled kiss on his lips, “My dad was right. You are a good man, Barry Allen.”

Leonardo x Reader: Past Your Bedtime

The one episode with the dream beavers kind of inspired this, especially how in the end of the episode Leo talks about how he ends up feeling better after resting.

I’m sorry for not updating in a while, I’ve been hooked onto Pokemon for quite some time. I haven’t seen the newer TMNT episodes either, so I’ve been trying to steer clear of any TMNT related places because I don’t want spoilers, hehe… Also, apologies for any mistakes, as usual.

Rating: PG
Genre: Fluffies, fluffies everywhere. Some emotional moments here and there.
Paring: Leonardo x Reader

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