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Americano PT. 6 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: sorry for the late update! enjoy reading. Next update will be around April 12, due to my exams 🫶🫶

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ynln03 Last grind before vacay!

Itsmeluis call me next time 🤙🏽

ynln03 you would order the entire menu instead of working 🤔

camavinga my future lawyer 💼

ynln03 only if you stay in Madrid 😎

linacarolina born to relax, forced to study

ynln03 come and save me please

yourdollamira can't wait to see you babes!

ynln03 one more night!

judebellingham did you spill your coffee? ynln03 reported. go train or something 🤢

I smile to myself as I read the comments on my Instagram post, taking a sip of my cappuccino. The weather was perfect to get some last-minute work done, so my dad dragged me outside with him earlier this afternoon.

International break had begun again, which meant that we had a little more than a week off. It was last-minute, but I had decided to go on a short trip back to London. I had missed everyone there and needed a small break from everything.

"How is studying going?" I hear, looking up and making eye contact with my dad as he sits back in his chair.

I give him a guilty grin and turn my phone off, shoving it away from myself as I pretend to focus.

"Very good. I understand everything so far.." I mumble, skipping to the next slide of the presentation.

I my eyes dart back to him, he gives me a knowing look, then goes to take a sip of his latte.

"Any questions?"

I hesitate for a moment, questioning what I know and don't know.

"Uh- could you put this situation into a different perspective or give me a different example?" I ask, pointing at the sentence on my screen.

"Alright, let me..."

He pulls the laptop closer to himself, reading the slide before he starts answering my question. I keep nodding absentmindedly, looking at my laptop screen while my thoughts wander. Focus and concentration lessening by the minute.

"Are you even paying attention?" My dad suddenly asks, his hand reaching over to shut the laptop.

I snap out of my daydream to look at him, leaning back in my chair.

"Of course, I'm listening.."

"Doesn't look like that to me. What is it? You look distracted."

I sigh, sitting up straight and finally giving in.

I knew he'd be disappointed by my low efforts, but I genuinely needed a little break.

"I'm just so ready to leave for London. I just need a break from work and this..." I confess, pointing to my screen. He responds with a sigh. It feels like he is going to scold me and give me one of his life lectures, but it never comes.

Instead, he stands up from his seat, shutting his own laptop.

"Let's go home then. You should finish packing for your trip, and we'll make dinner together. Will you call Carmen for the recipe of what you want to make?"

I fix my sweatsuit again, knowing it will keep me warm and cozy when I arrive in London in a few hours.

I had checked the weather, and it was expectedly way colder out there than Madrid. To combat the cold, I had pulled out the most comfortable set of clothes from my closet.

"Hurry up!" I hear my dad shout from downstairs, making me jump at the noise, it distracting me from the mirror. I quickly grab onto my suitcase, beginning to roll it out of my room.

"I'm coming, don't rush me, dad! It stresses me out!" I exclaim, standing still for a moment when I reach the stairs. Starting to pull the suitcase down the staircase with some difficulty. I especially pretend to not notice as the suitcase falls a couple steps ahead of me when I lose my grip on the handles.

I hear him fuss again. I finally arrive in front of him, panting in exhaustion. I watch him as he grabs my suitcase from me.

"Come on.." He urges, already walking out of the house, presumably to put my suitcase in his trunk.

I quickly run back up the staircase, grabbing my last essentials before I pull my shoes on. Not forgetting to shut and lock the front door before I run up to the car.

"Can't believe you're taking the whole house with you, kiddo." He mutters, but I laugh in return. Maybe, just perhaps, I had a packing problem..

I look at him for a moment, realizing he looked a little sad. I knew his mood was down since I was leaving for a couple days. I lean forward, clicking some buttons on the screen.

"Come on, dad, cheer up! I know this is your favorite song." I say, smiling and swaying to the melody.

I notice a small smile growing on his face. I begin to laugh when he starts singing.

Of course, I don't hesitate to sing along..

"Yes, dad. I've arrived safely. I'm just looking for auntie right now."

I strain my neck, trying to hold my phone in between my ear and shoulder. Combining that task with dragging my suitcase and holding onto my carry-on was a challenge.

The London cold hits me almost instantly. It makes me shiver for a moment, my eyes roaming around my proximity to look for anyone I recognize.

"Good, your aunt said she's waiting outside, further on your left."

My dad replies, prompting me to look to my left. Knowing extra details gives me immediate relief. I continue walking in that direction until I finally witness my aunt stepping out of a black Mercedes SUV.

I grin to myself, smiling the moment I spot my auntie. I watch her jog up to me, the sound of her heels clicking against the ground making her presence known.

"Dad, I spotted them. I'll call when we get home. Love you." I speak into the phone, hearing a short 'goodbye' and 'stay safe' from my dad before he hangs up. I rush to put my phone in my pocket, raising my head to look up again.

I'm pulled into the biggest and warmest hug within seconds. My aunt's signature perfume gives me a sense of nostalgia when I breathe in her scent.

I would be lying if I said that I didn't have a bottle of J'Adore by Dior back home. Just to feel like she was in my presence. My aunt was one of the few women in my life who provided the feminine energy I needed growing up. Especially when I moved here for high school all those years ago.

"My sweet girl." She exclaims, pulling back, her eyes roaming around my face as she squeezes me tightly. "You've grown up so much!" She adds, kissing my cheek.

"You look amazing, auntie! Looking younger than before." I reply, my eyes caught up in her sparkly eyeshadow and lash extensions.

"That's the botox, silly." She says, making me chuckle. She'd always been super honest about everything. Not a single lie would leave her lips.

"So, the sassy princess has returned?" I hear, moving my head to look behind my aunt. I immediately recognize her husband walking up to us. His face is kind as ever.

My aunt lets go of me, and I go up to hug my uncle. He was a man I would definitely call my second father.

He'd raised me along with my auntie. Tolerated my attitude through my teenage years, and insecure times in high school. He taught me so many things, from boring politics to how to get over a breakup. My most precious memories being him teaching me about small but important matters.

"Woah! Are you balding?" I tease, saying the exact opposite of what I had told my aunt. I hear her laugh behind me, the expression on my uncle's face turning serious, but I notice the small grin on his face.

"You'll make me catch a flight to Turkey if you don't stop." He replies, touching his still-there hair.

"Come on, let's go home. Your cousins have been asking for you this entire week."

"y/n! You're finally here!" I hear my cousin shout. Small footsteps heard throughout the house as I stand at the bottom of the stairs.

"Luca!" I exclaim, opening my arms to greet him with a tight hug, swaying our bodies when I hold him.

"How have you gotten this tall already? You're only ten, what's your mom and dad feeding you?" I tease, tickling his stomach. Cute giggles leaving him as he continues laughing.

"Where are your sisters?" I ask, looking around for his twin and baby sister.

"They played so hard with Millie. They fell asleep, but I wanted to wait for you."

I nod at his explanation, making the connection that 'Millie', was the nanny who just left.

"How sweet of you. Let me freshen up, and then we'll play together. You alright with that?" I ask, fixing his brown hair while watching him nod eagerly.

I thank my uncle as he moves my suitcase up the stairs. He pats my back before telling me to get settled in. I nod, closing the door, and walk away to sit down on the pink vanity chair. All types of nostalgia flooding my senses. Nothing in the room had changed, not even the multiple Zayn Malik posters on the wall.

I go to collect my toiletries and change of clothes from my suitcase, immediately walking into the bathroom to take a quick refreshing shower.

I walk out fifteen minutes later and hurry down the stairs. I notice Luca had started on a puzzle. A generation Alpha kid who's not obsessed with technology, that was refreshing.

"Want some help?" I ask, seeing him struggle with a part of the puzzle.

"Yes, I can't find this piece." He confesses, making me chuckle.

"Hm, okay, so let's see. We need to find a piece with two edges. Can you see some?"

I watch him ponder for a second, his tongue peeking out in concentration as he separates a handful of pieces.

"These?" He asks for confirmation, looking up with a questioning expression.

"You're right! Let's look back at our pattern. Do you think this one will fit?" I ask, pointing at a piece and seeing him shake his head.

"What about this one?" I ask, watching him think for a moment before nodding.

"Try it." I encourage, observing him trying to complete the corners.

"I did it!" He exclaims a while later, joy emitting from his face as his nose scrunches cutely.

"Good job! Now let's try the other ones, hm?"

Why keep ourselves busy with the puzzle until we hear someone walk down the stairs.

"Layla is awake!" Luca yells, announcing the arrival of his twin sister.

She looks confused, freshly woken up. Her hair looking crazy as she stands there at the bottom of the stairs.

"Come here, Layla!" I urge, smiling as she walks up to me, hugging her closely.

I fix her hair as she sits in front of me, pulling her curls back into a ponytail.

"Here I fixed your beautiful hair. Why don't you join your brother in playing puzzles?" I ask and she nods, helping her brother.

I get up after a bit, walking into the kitchen. Seeing my uncle and aunt cook- what I'm assuming, lunch.

"What would our guest like to eat?" My uncle says, putting his apron on. He makes overly large and dramatic gestures, messing around with me.

"Oh- the sandwich you always made me after school! Doesn't taste the same when I make it." I request, sitting on a chair.

"Coming right up!"

"She's so cute! Don't think she remembers me at all. Look at her face." I laugh, holding the three year old as I sit on the sofa. Our bellies full with delicious dinner.

"Of course she does. You were one of the first to hold her." My aunt tries to convince me, nudging my arm.

"She looks disgusted."

"That's just her resting face. Runs in the family." She replies, making me laugh.

"Is this what I look like as well?"

"When you were sixteen, yes. Or when I used slang to communicate with you." My uncle replies, setting his cup of tea down.

"I remember that, it was traumatizing, to be honest."

"Can't wait to use it on Layla." He jokes again, laughing.

"If she's anything like me you'll be in trouble."

"That's the fun part about having girls.."

I shake my head in disbelief, returning my attention to Maya on my lap. Cooing at her chubby cheeks as she chews on a fruit snack.

"Have you made plans yet?" My aunt asks, making me turn my head to look at her.

"I'm hanging with Amira if you guys don't mind?"

"Of course! You're not a teenager anymore, you don't have to ask. We don't mind, but please, if you drink, drink moderately."

"Don't worry, that's something I can control." I smile cheekily, waving Maya's arms side to side. Hearing her cute giggles at the movement makes me smile harder.

"Amira, am I supposed to wear something in specific?" I ask through the phone, rummaging through my closet. Thankful I hung my clothes up in my closet last night.

"Nope, just getting our nails done. Oh, but if you're coming early, you have to wait a little longer since I have clients coming in." She replies.

Amira and I met in high school and still are the closest of friends nowadays. I had moved back to Spain while she stayed in the city she was born in, London. She had followed her dreams of becoming a full-time stylist, and her work was insane.

"Okay, I'll be there in like- an hour or so..." I mutter, distracted by my clothing options. Eventually, I grab some baggy jeans and a white top. Deciding to add the details in my jewelry and shoes.

After getting dressed and finishing my makeup, I grab my handbag. Finally getting out of the house and starting to walk in the direction of Amira's office.

I eventually arrive about fifteen minutes later, standing in front of the office door, waiting for Amira to open it. I raise my eyebrows in surprise when she appears, beautiful as ever.

"Look at you! How pretty have you become in two years? Photos and FaceTime calls don't do this pretty face justice.." Amira exclaims, going in to hug me.

"Could say the same about you. New hairstyle? When did you get your braids done?" I ask, pulling away from her.

"Literally last night." She answers, running a hand down a few braids.

"Well, you look fucking amazing." I compliment, taking my jacket off and hanging it up on the coat hanger.

"When is your client coming in?" I ask, turning to her.

"In a few. Thought you'd like to play with some pieces until I'm finished." She says, grabbing my hand and dragging me into a different spot of the office. Racks, on top of racks of clothing, greeting me.

"This is your size, right? If I remember correctly."She asks, pointing to a label stuck on the front of a rack. Making me nod in confirmation, in awe at the amount of clothes.

I rummage through the racks of clothing as Amira becomes busy with her client. I was looking for a way to entertain myself. Without interrupting her and her client- or clients. It definitely sounded like two masculine voices, at least.

I hum to myself as I flip through the rack of dresses. Instantly, a beautiful black mini dress catches my attention. The deep neckline gives it a sexy and absolutely breathtaking touch.

I immediately walk into the minimally decorated changing room on the left, hanging up the dress on the hanger before locking the door behind me.

Putting the dress on is fairly easy. I struggle a bit with the zipper at the back of the dress, but eventually I manage to zip it up. Finally looking at myself in the mirror after a moment. Admiring the way it compliments my body type.

I need some heels to complete the look, black in color, preferably. I unlock the door, eyes scanning through the selection of heels, before I grab a pair of black buckled kitten heels. Then, I go and grab my phone from Amira's desk, walking back quickly. I have to take pictures, especially with how good the lighting is.

My phone is in my left hand as I try to bend down, trying to balance myself as I fidget to buckle my heels up. I hear some footsteps nearby, but decide to ignore them as I focus on the buckles.

Though, my effort of balancing myself goes in vain as my foot slips unexpectedly, making me fall backwards, a small shout escapes my lips.

I close my eyes, waiting for my body to collide with the floor, but instead I feel arms wrap around my back. Holding me up from falling.

My eyes snap open, eyes wide, and in shock as my brain struggles to comprehend anything when I make eye contact with someone I thought I'd never see here in a million years.

Neither of us utters a word for the next few seconds, minutes maybe. I feel his grip get tighter as my heel slips again, making me yell.

I realize the position we're in, his face is close enough for me to smell his minty breath. A curse leaves my lips, and I try to detach his hands from my waist as I stand up straight.

"Let go."

"Are you stalking me?" The Brit accuses, letting go of me and stepping back.

"What the fuck? Why would I stalk you? You're stalking me." I retort, pointing at him. Immediately going to smooth out my dress, pulling it down as it had ridden up unbeknownst to me.

He doesn't respond, continuing to just look at me without any sort of emotion on his face.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I add, pulling a face. I raise my hand, waving it in front of his face, before I hear an annoyed scoff.

"What do you think?" He asks, pointing at the floor covered in clothes, which I presume he'd dropped trying to 'help' me.

"Do I look like a mind reader?" I retort, looking up from the mess on the floor.

"Whatever." He mutters, picking up the clothes, walking into the empty changing room, and locking the door behind him.

I roll my eyes, pissed at the fact that even a thousand kilometers later, I still managed to run into him. I kick the heels off my feet, shoving them to the side neatly, and go sit down on the couch in front of the changing rooms.

I hesitantly sit down before I hear Amira shout my name. Her face appears in the corner of my eye as she walks up to me, a very recognizable person behind her.

"Yeah?" I ask, fidgeting with the neckline of the dress.

"Woah, the dress looks so fucking good on you." She says, coming up to stand in front of me.

"Yeah, I know it's just- wait he's..?" I trail off, eyes flickering to the insanely familiar guy next to her.

"Oh, this is my client, Trent, y/n." She alternates between us, and I reach out to shake his hand.

Then it clicks.

Jude was here for his international break. Which meant he was probably hanging out with his England teammates.

Of course, he was.

"You play at- Liverpool, right?" I ask, looking into his big brown eyes. He nods, reintroducing himself again in his Liverpool- or Scouser accent.

Our attention is directed to the changing room as the door rattles. Jude appearing from the room wearing a black suit. I immediately avert my eyes in case he thinks I actually care.

"There he is, looking good man." I hear Trent say, his Liverpool accent prominent.

"It does look really nice." Amira says, walking over to fix parts of the material.

I hold back a scoff. If only she knew how much of an arse he was.

I roll my eyes as I hear him being complimented over and over again. I lean back again, trying to forget the embarrassing situation that had happened earlier. My peaceful meditation interrupted as I hear Amira gasp.

"You two know each other. Right?"

I open my eyes, seeing Trent and Amira both look back and forth in between us.

I hear an uninterested 'yeah' come from Jude as I follow up with a 'sadly'. Going back to close my eyes. Wanting to do anything but interact with him.

A couple minutes pass before I hear my name being shouted by Amira. Her voice coming from her own office. I stand up and walk inside, smiling at Amira as she waves for me to join them. Shoving a pink mug of something warm onto the table.

I don't even register the fact that I'm still dressed like I was going to hit the club in a few minutes.

"Thank you." I smile, sitting down next to her. I take a sip of the drink. Avoiding eye contact with Jude, who's sitting right across from me.

A very familiar sight.

Maybe, I should instigate a little.

"So, Trent what are you two doing here?" I ask, a very obvious question, but enough to pry.

"We have some important events coming up and wanted Amira to style us." He answers, his eyes flickering towards her.

Woah, that wasn't a normal, friendly look. What did these two have going on?

"That's nice, you'll look the best out of everyone there." I smile, throwing him a wink, my arm wrapping around Amira shoulder.

"Yeah, definitely. Though, how do you two know each other." Trent asks, throwing Jude and I a questioning look.

"We work together back in Madrid." I answer, watching Jude roll his eyes.

"For Real Madrid?"

"Yeah, I'm on the marketing and PR team."

"Oh! You're the-" He begins, placing a hand on his mate's shoulder as if to tease him. He's cut off as Jude throws him a 'don't say anything else look.'

It forces me to hold back a laugh as I watch his face turn sour.

So, he did talk about me to other people?

Our conversation is interrupted as Trent's phone starts ringing loudly. Their driver letting them know he had arrived.

I watch Amira walk them out. My eyebrows raise when she returns with the biggest smile on her face.

"Something is up with you and that Liverpool boy." I whisper, squinting at her when she shakes her head in denial.

"Go get changed, our nail appointment is in an hour." She ushers, changing the topic.

"Well, I called it." I tease, chuckling at the flustered look on her face. Getting up to go change.

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tangledinink · 8 months

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I told y'all I was still working on this project! >:3c Chapter 26 of I'm Sorry, Teenage Mutant What Now? is out! Thank you so so so much to everyone recently who's taken the time to comment/send asks/etc etc etc, it makes me very happy... ; w ; The Hamatos are slowly improving upon their ninja skills, and the latest mission goes off without a hitch...! Mostly...? Read it on ao3 or below the cut.

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If you had tried to describe this scene to April a few months back, there’s no way she would have ever believed it. Hell, if you had tried to describe it to her a few weeks ago, she still probably wouldn’t have believed it, because the concept was just so… alien. Even after she knew about her brothers’ ‘mutant origins,’ it still felt alien. She couldn’t help but see them as anything but… people! Those were just her brothers. And the right way to see them was just the way she had always known them; as humans. And seeing them in ‘turtle mode,’ as Mikey had taken to calling it, felt so strange and uncomfortable. Not just because she wasn’t used to it, but because she knew that they weren’t used to it, and the way they had held themselves just always seemed so… unhappy. Like their own skin was burning them. She couldn’t help but look at them and the way they moved and how they held themselves and think, oh my god, they’re sick. Something is wrong. I have to help them. I have to take care of them.

But jesus, the way Mikey moved now? It was the most natural thing in the world. It was like he had been this way his entire life, and he couldn’t possibly seem more comfortable or at ease. All April could really think was, wow. He’s in his element, isn’t he?

She had been vaguely aware of this new ‘thing’ the guys were working on for a while, but this was the first time they actually tried it out for-real-for-real, out in the field, on some low-stakes outing. There wasn’t even a Dark Armor piece here or anything; they were just staking the place out because Foot Shack merchandise trucks came in and out of this parking garage a lot, and they were looking into it, just in case. Just practice, more than anything, with Raph leading the way and Yoshi once again on standby…

It was just so fluid. April watched in silent awe as her littlest brother slipped in and out of two different bodies like water, seamlessly transitioning from one to the other as he moved. Five fingers would be conjured to undo a latch on a grate, and then tucked back away again as if they had never been there. He’d flit from form to form to match each shadow and blend in.

At one point, even, when they were ascending a fire escape, making their way up to the roof to get a bird’s eye view, Mikey misstepped and he slipped-- and he fell. Every single person had jumped for a moment, and April could tell that all her brothers were about ready to dive after him. She was, too.

But they didn’t need to.

He was tucked into the safety of his shell before he even hit the ground.

And by the time the hard carapace was bouncing back up after smacking against the pavement, eliciting only a short clack with the impact, he was a human again, his feet under him, jumping back onto the fire escape to catch up again as if nothing had ever happened.

Raph and Leo were doing it, too, but… God. Not like Mikey.

But April had to admit-- even Raph and Leo were beginning to get the hang of it. They all were.

Well… All of them except for Donnie.

“You know,” she mumbled at some point once they got to the top of the roof, heaving her way upwards. Donnie reached over to grab her arm, helping hoist her the rest of the way up. “If either of us fell, we’d be totally screwed.”

“Yes, well,” they muttered in a deadpan. “Just trying to offer some solidarity to you, our sole human team member. I know it must be very difficult to be a minority.”

April scoffed softly, but didn’t push it.

Leo grinned big, stretching his arms over his head as the whole group made their way up to the rooftop. “Okay, uhhh, I don’t wanna jinx it--”

“Then don’t--” Donnie hissed.

“But this is actually going, like, really well?”

“Why would you say that?” Donnie sighed deeply, shaking his head.

“Oh, psh. As if you believe in all that, anyway,” Leo scoffed, waving him away with a flick of his wrist. “I’m just saying, like, we’re kind of being badasses!”

“All we’re doing is sneaking around an empty parking garage,” Donnie pointed out dryly, quirking a brow as he crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s not exactly high stakes.”

“See, Dee, this is your problem,” Leo sighed, shaking his head as he placed a hand on his hip. “You’re always focused on the negatives…!”

“Both of you shut up,” Raph said. “Leo is right--”

“HAH! Suck it--”

“Shut up,” Raph pressed, smacking a large palm over his little brother’s face in order to quiet him. “He’s right that we did good. Or. Well. We’re doin’ good so far. And Dee, nice job figurin’ out the bracelet thing! It’s way easier to swap back and forth without having to actually take it off.”

Donnie puffed up his chest a bit, seeming smug. “Yes, well, it isn’t a terribly complicated mechanism, it just took a bit of studying for me to unravel, truly no great feat--”

“Don’t get carried away,” April mumbled, leaning over to hip-check her brother briefly. Donnie huffed.

“Sooooo… now what do we do?” Mikey asked, turning to glance over the side of the roof, resting his elbows on the ledge. “‘Cause, uhhh, no offense? But this place is… suppperrrr boring!”

“Well,” Raph said, seeming a bit unsure of himself. “We, uh… We didn’t find anything evil or anythin’. Which is good! So I guess we…”

“Document the hell out of everything!” Donnie declared happily, moving to join Mikey’s side with a grin. “Snag pictures of the layouts, all exits and entrances, stairwells, and anything else that may be pertinent, and I can reverse engineer blueprints of the entire place with some beta software I have back home-- this would be the perfect chance to try it out. And then, if anything evil does ever happen here, we will be completely prepared!”

“Uh, yeah!” Raph agreed after just a beat of hesitation. “What Donnie said! That’s what we’re doing.”

“Impeccable leadership as always, dear Raphala,” Donnie sang, wasting no time at all in slinging his backpack from his back, beginning to unpack a cacophony of tech. “Now, I have HD, nightvision, two different drones, one macro and one micro, body cams, magnetic sonogram machines, patent pending, and a RED, which no, Mikey, you may not touch--”

“Aw, what!? No fair!”

“Ask Dad for your own!”

“But you already have one--”

April sighed deeply, rolling her eyes and resisting an exasperated smile. Oh boy. Donnie came prepared prepared.

That meant… This might take a while.

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Casey had been told her entire life that she was too loud.

So she was well aware of the fact.

Her mother had told her, back when she was in contact with her. Her teachers had told her, back when she went to school. And her Senseis had told her, too, over and over again, gently informing her each time her volume got away from her that she needed to dial it back a bit. She was aware. She knew she was too loud.

But no one ever had anything to say when she was quiet.

Because she was capable. She had dedicated years of her life training to be a ninja-- obviously, she could be quiet. And really, she had always known how to be quiet. She had been good at it ever since she was small.

It was just that when she was quiet, no one ever had anything to say.

No one ever looked at her when she was quiet.

She’d fade away.

So it was easy, really, to find hiding places around the Foot’s hideout any time she had free time on her hands to burn away. She was quite good at tucking herself into little cracks and crevices, and always had been. The layout of their base really only lent to this. And she had only gotten better at it as time passed.

Perched up on the catwalk, curled up small and bent over, she could watch members of the Foot returning from their latest mission, greeted excitedly by the rest of their clan. They had been gone for some time now-- one of the many elite strike teams sent out to fetch more far-flung armor pieces. They weren’t all just conveniently clustered in New York, after all.

They had started sending these teams out months ago. And now, one by one, they all slowly returned, each with another piece of the armor in hand to add to their growing collection.

Every day, they got closer. She could feel the energy in the air, ever pitching higher and sharper the closer they got to their goal. Even her senseis were infected by it, brighter than she had ever seen them before.

And that was amazing. That was wonderful.

She remembered the praise she had gotten after that one mission-- after she faced down the Hamato Clan in a department store of all places. How pleased they had been with her. And god, that had been amazing.

But now she simply resented its absence.

And even though she had always known that there wasn’t really any chance that she’d be sent to join any of these special teams-- to be sent out to join them in the field and contribute to something greater, to be a true part of the clan and show them what she could do…

Every time another came back, it just sealed the reality of the matter that that door had closed. And she wasn’t going anywhere.

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“Donnie, seriously--”

“What!? Do you want the 3D model to be accurate, or don’t you!?” He cried, whipping around to face her, and April groaned loudly, dragging her hands down her face.

“Why do we need a 3D model again!? Just make a blueprint!”

“Ah, yes, well, I could…” Donnie said, spinning on his heels with a grin. “But why have an inferior, two-dimensional recreation of a space when I could make a far superior, three-dimensional recreation!? That’s a whole entire other dimension!”

“Donnie!” April barked, scowling. “We have been here for hours. Do you have any idea what time it is?!”

“No, not really.”

“Well how about you check!?”

“Fine, fine, yes, the time is approximately-- Oh, sweet Galileo. Is it actually that late?”

“Yes!” All four of his siblings chorused, and Donnie scowled, a little pout blossoming on his face.

“... But… My model…”

“Donnie, you’ve already documented nearly every square inch of this place--”

“I’m sure the model will be fine, Purple,” Yoshi’s voice crackled over the radio. “It is time to go home.”

Donnie sighed deeply, giving a dramatic heave of his chest… but he reluctantly began to pack his gear away. “Okay, okay, fine. I will concede. But if there comes a time when we are in desperate need of a one-hundred-percent accurate third-dimensional model of this establishment, I hope you will all be prepared to eateth thy--”

“Shush. We’re on a stealth mission, remember?” Raph muttered, swiping at his head lightly. “C’mon, you guys. Leo, wake Mikey up, let’s go.”

Leo sighed, allowing the video he was playing on his phone to wrap up before he pocketed it, beginning to nudge his younger brother, curled up and slumped against him.

“C’mon, Angie, we’re going home,”

“Whaaaaa…” Mikey mumbled, blearily beginning to open his eyes-- blinking away the few stray rays of orange light that fluttered around his eyelashes even when he was just dozing. “Did we… win…?”

“Yep, we totally won. C’mon. Get up.”

Raph sighed deeply. “Do you want me to carry--?”

“No! I can do it!” Mikey woke up properly now, quickly scrabbling up to his feet.

April sighed deeply. “My parents are going to kill me for being out this late,” she grumbled. “And when they kill me, I’m killing all of you, just for the record!”

“Don’t kill me! Kill Donnie!” Leo protested.

“Oh, like any of you were keeping track of time and keeping him from going totally Donnie about this whole thing!”

“Hey--”

“Neither were you,” Mikey pointed out, and April scowled, grinding her teeth.

Dammit.

She hated when he had a point.

“Whatever. C’mon, let’s get out of here,” she said with a huff. “You good, Donnie?”

“All set,” he replied, tossing his bag back over his shoulder. “Let us bounce.”

And so they did.

The good news was that Leo was getting a lot better about this whole portalling thing with the help of the weird mystic sword he had! Which was cool, so the commute home? So do-able!

The bad news was that it was still way past her curfew. She quietly cursed herself for letting them be out so late. She hadn’t even realized the time until she glanced at her phone and noticed all the texts… and the missed calls.

“You good, April?” Raph questioned, frowning a bit as she hurriedly gathered her things, having traded her certified Ninja Gear for street clothes, quickly shoving things into her bag and toeing on her shoes.

“I’m fine, it’s all good,” she muttered.

“Do you want me to walk you home…?” Yoshi questioned, his brows furrowed. “I’m sure I could talk to your parents--”

“It’s fine, Yosh. Don’t worry about it. They’re chill! They probably, like… barely noticed I’m late!” She said, forcing a smile.

“Alright, well, if you need anything--”

“Right! Got it, thanks, bye!” She chirped, throwing herself out the door and slamming it shut behind her before she could look at their sad, guilty faces any more. Ugh. It wasn’t their fault, really. I mean, it was, but no more than it was her own.

I should have set an alarm, she thought bitterly.

On a stealth ninja mission? So it can go off in the middle of you trying to sneak past a bad guy or something? Yeah, brilliant plan, she thought immediately after.

When April quietly crept back into her own apartment, slipping her key into the side door, the house seemed quiet. The kitchen lights were off, and there was no screaming or yelling right off the bat. That was a good sign.

The living room lights, however, she could already see from here… were on. That was a less good sign.

Drawing in one last deep breath, she darted the rest of the way inside, bumping the door closed with her hip.

“Hey, guys, I’m home…!”

“April!” Her mom responded to the call almost immediately, and half a second later, April was no longer alone in the kitchen. Warm yellow light flooded the space as a light switch was clicked on, and April winced slightly, blinking a few times to adjust. “There you are-- where in the world have you been?! Do you have any idea what time it is?!”

“Uh, yeah, my bad!” She laughed nervously, throwing her hands up as if to surrender. “Kinda lost track of time, uh, I was just over at the Hamatos doing homework and stuff…”

“Oh, were you?” That was her dad, now, and April winced a tiny bit at the tone he used, which meant that she had fucked up. “Because we went over knocking on their door ten minutes ago to come and get you, and no one answered.”

Oop. Fuck.

“Oh, yeah, we ran over to the corner store to get some snacks, so…?”

“In the middle of the night? By yourself?” Her mom protested, and April huffed softly, rolling her eyes.

“Uh, no? I literally just said that I went with the Hamatos--”

“Hey! Watch the attitude, miss,” her dad immediately cut in, and April winced. “I don’t think you have any room to be being huffy at us when you’re coming home two hours past curfew, and wouldn’t pick up your phone… Do you have any idea how many times we called you!?!”

“I’m sorry!” She said, throwing up her hands. “I forgot I had it on silent, I just, I wasn’t looking at the clock…!”

“For two hours?” Her mom cried. April bit the inside of her cheek, feeling her stomach flip-flop in response to the slight crack in her mother’s voice. “April, baby, you-- you can’t do that! This isn’t okay!”

“It was an accident--!”

“You can’t just disappear!” She continued. “You can’t just leave us not knowing where you are, we can’t--!”

“I know! I know, I’m sorry, okay? It was an accident!” April pressed, her face flushed. “I know, okay? I really, really didn’t mean to…! I just… I wasn’t paying attention. Okay?”

She frowned, wrinkling up her nose and glaring at her feet.

“Sorry.”

For a few long moments, the kitchen was silent.

Her father heaved a long, shuddering sigh.

“No more phone on silent,” he finally said. “When we text or call you, we expect you to answer right away. Understood?”

“... Yeah. Okay,” April grumbled softly, kind of toeing at the kitchen tile. She was sure Donnie could help her… figure out a way to make that work when they were out on missions and stuff…

“And this is the last time you miss curfew,” he added in, his eyes narrowed. “Full stop. We are not doing this again. Understood?”

“... Yeah.”

“April.”

“Yes. Understood, Dad,” she sighed loudly, tilting her head back and resisting the urge to roll her eyes, frustration prickling at her stomach.

“... Go to bed,” her dad finally said, his arms still crossed over his chest. “And you come straight home after school tomorrow.”

“Wha-- but Dad! I was gonna--”

“Do not argue with me April O’Neil,” he snapped. “Bed. Now. We’re not discussing this any further.”

April really, really thought about discussing it further.

But she didn’t.

For a lot of reasons. One being that she valued her life and freedom.

The other being that she couldn’t stand to look at her mom’s face anymore. Not when she was staring at her like that.

It wasn’t like she had never lied to her parents before. Of course she had! What teen doesn’t? She had fibbed about plenty of things before. Yes, I did brush my teeth already. No, I didn’t unlock all the parental controls on the computer. Yes, I am going to Bailey’s to study for chemistry and not anywhere else or for any other reason. Etc. etc. etc.

But she had never lied… like this before.

April ground her teeth, kicking her door shut as she threw her bag down, flopping down onto her bed and burying her face into the nearest pillow with a scowl. She suddenly felt unwelcome tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, and she tried to will them away, though with mixed success.

A little part of her thought, they’d understand if you explained everything to them.

But a much larger part of her said, are you literally insane?

Because, really… how do you explain something like this? How would she even begin? What would she say? And even if she did try, even if she did think it was a good idea, even if she did want to, she…

She couldn’t.

Because it wasn’t her secret to tell.

April had known Raph, Donnie, Leo, and Mikey since she was six. She used to go over to their house every day after school until her parents came home. Their families went on day trips together. They celebrated holidays together. Her parents knew the Hamatos nearly as well as they knew her. They had always had this… weird, amazing blend of Hamato and O’Neil, pressed close in such a way that it was hard to see where one started and the other began sometimes.

And she had always loved that. She had always adored this.

But she had never felt a pull like this before.

She had never felt like she had to choose between being an O’Neil or a Hamato before.

---

“Daddy!” April shrieked.

She waited a moment, pausing to see if she’d get a reply, but after five seconds passed without a response, she breathed in deep, repeating the call with the volume cranked up.

“Daddy!”

That one worked. Her dad’s head popped out from the apartment a moment later, peering through the door that was always kept propped open when she played in the alley like this. “I’m comin, I’m comin, baby, hang on--”

“Come look!” April bade, waving her arms hurriedly. “Hurry up!”

“I’m hurrying! I’m hurrying!” Her dad laughed, quickly toeing on some sneakers before venturing out into the concrete jungle, half-jogging his way over to where she was crouched in the alley, moving to squat down next to her.

“What? What is it?”

“Lookit what I found!” She squeaked excitedly, pointing to a single feather resting on the asphalt. “Look! A feather!”

“Oh, wow! Good find, sunshine.”

“Can I pick it up!?”

“... Yeah, okay, so long as you wash your hands afterward.”

April absolutely wriggled with excitement, immediately snatching the feather up from the ground, turning it over in her hands a few times to examine. One side of it was this pale, cloudy gray, all fluffy and soft, but the other side was a sleek, shiny shade of cobalt blue. Just holding it made her grin, and she looked up at her dad with wide eyes.

“What kinda feather is it?”

“I dunno,” her dad said, shrugging a bit, resting his elbows on his knees. “But I bet we could find out.”

---

“Casey.”

Casey whined softly, curled up a bit further under the covers. Was it time for school already…? But she didn’t wanna get up…

“Hey. C’mon, Casey. Wake up.”

Wait, wasn’t it a Saturday…?

“Noooo…”

“No?”

“Noooooo.”

“What’s wrong, Case?”

“I’m sleeping, Daddy…”

“Oh, you’re sleeping?”

“Yeah!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize,” her father exclaimed with faux surprise, drawing back slightly. “Well, if you’re sleeping, and you don’t want to go hiking up on Newton Hill with me--”

Casey’s eyes shot open.

“You’re going out into the woods?!” She gasped, immediately upright in bed, her eyes wide.

“I am,” her dad confirmed, this big, wide grin growing on his face. “I was hoping you’d come with me, but, I mean, if you’re still sleeping…”

“No! No, I’m awake!” She squeaked, just barely managing to contain herself and keep her volume down. She threw her covers back, scrambling quickly from bed. “I swear I’m awake! Please can I come hiking with you?!”

Her dad laughed.

“Ah, how can I say no to that face?” He teased, reaching down to ruffle her hair. “Hurry up and get dressed, sunshine, and let’s get out of here.”

---

April gasped, jumping over her dad’s arm so that she could point at the screen of his laptop.

“That one! That’s the feather!” She exclaimed. “It looks just like ours!”

“Hmmm…” Her father hummed appraisingly, leaning into slightly to squint, before he gave a firm nod. “I do concur, April, I think that is our feather! Here, let’s double-check. Are the colors the same?”

“Yeah!” April said, grinning wide as she held the feather up. “Look! It’s the same blue.”

“And the same shape, right?”

“Uh-huh!”

“And we measured it--”

“And it’s twelve centimeters! Look, Daddy! It’s this one!” She insisted, and her father laughed.

“Yeah, okay. You’re right. Definitely our feather.”

“What bird is it!?”

“According to this, it’s a mallard feather.”

“A mallard?” April echoed. “What’s that?”

“It’s a type of duck!”

“A duck!?” April cried, her eyes widening, holding her prize up in amazement. “This is a duck feather!?”

“It sure is, sunny girl.”

“Whoa! That’s so cool!”

“You know,” her dad said. “I bet if we went down to the park, we might be able to find some more feathers…”

---

Cassandra was absolutely alight with energy, bouncing from foot to foot as she scampered around, practically doing laps around her dad. The drive over had been equal parts exhilarating and tortuous, with Casey wriggling in her car seat the entire time, her face pressed up against the window.

This was her favorite thing in the world.

She loved Newton Hill.

“Daddy, I wanna go all the way to the top!!!” She exclaimed, bouncing up and down, grabbing onto his pants leg to yank at him.

“All the way to the top?” He echoed dramatically.

“Yes!”

“Alright, you got it,” he hummed, fishing something from his pocket before kneeling down next to her. “All the way to the top. I think we can do it.”

“We can,” Casey agreed excitedly, leaning against his knee and leaning over slightly so she could peer at the item in his hands.

“Alright. Let’s do it,” her dad enthused. “But first-- I have got a job for you, Casey.”

Casey blinked in surprise as her father pressed the stopwatch into her palm, tilting her head slightly to the side.

“I have a job?”

“You have a job,” he confirmed. “You are gonna be in charge of timing us.”

“Timing us?”

“Yep! Here, you press this button to start the time-- and this button to end it. And you--” He pointed to her decisively, this big, mischievous grin on his face. “Are gonna find out how long it takes us to get from here to the top of the trail.”

Casey tilted her head to the side.

“Why?”

“Because,” her father declared, his hands on his hips as he rose back up to his feet. “David from work bet that I couldn’t get all the way up to the top in four hours. So now I’ve gotta prove him wrong.”

Casey stared at her father for a second.

And then she gasped.

“He bet we couldn’t do the whole trail in four hours!?” She shrieked in offense.

“He sure did, Case.”

“HOW DARE HE!” She wailed, throwing her head back.

This was the other best part of Newton Hill. She could be as loud as she wanted out here.

“Exactly!” Her father sighed, throwing out his hands with a dramatic shake of his head. “I knew you’d understand. So obviously, we have to show him up! You up for the challenge, sunshine?”

“Yes!” She cried, immediately setting off-- hesitating only long enough to run back, grabbing onto her dad’s pants leg and yanking at him. “Come ON! Hurry up! We are gonna WIN! Let’s GO!”

---

“Come on! Hurry up! Let’s go!” April squealed, yanking at her Dad’s hand impatiently. “Look! I see one!”

“I’m coming, April, I’m coming!” Her dad laughed, jogging slightly to keep up with the enthusiastic five-year-old. “Hang on, sunshine.”

April darted across the lawn, hopping over wayward twigs or stones until she got to the water’s edge, waving her arms excitedly as she knelt down to pluck the feather from the ground.

“Look!” She said, beaming as she turned to show her dad. “Do you think it’s another duck feather?!”

“Might be. Or it could be a goose.”

“I hope it’s a goose,” April said, scampering her way back over to her dad, who knelt down to hold open the ziploc baggie for her. April deposited the feather inside, along with the several other specimens they had already collected. “We already have a duck feather.”

“Yeah, but maybe it’ll be a different kind of duck,” her dad countered, zipping the baggie back up once their prize was safe inside. April paused at this, tilting her head to the side slightly. Oh! Another kind of duck? She hadn’t even thought about that!

“Well, then, I hope it’s a different kind of duck. Or a goose,” she declared, grinning big. “When we get back home, can we show Mommy all the feathers?”

“Of course we can,” her dad said. “I’m sure she’ll be thrilled for you to show her. Especially if you can tell her which feather is which!”

“I will. I’m gonna look it up. I’m gonna do research,” April declared proudly, grinning as she spun around on her heel. “Come on! We gotta find some more. I wanna have a bunch for mommy.”

---

Casey froze in place, her body going rigid as a tiny little gasp caught itself in her throat.

“Daddy!” She whispered, her voice hushed, but fervent. “Daddy, lookit! Under the rock!”

After hiking for two hours now, Casey only occasionally electing to ride on her dad’s shoulders rather than racing up the trail, poking at every leaf, stone, and mushroom they came across, the pair had finally elected to take a break, settling down on the stones of a creekbed to rest and munch on the snacks her father had packed along. The stopwatch she was wearing around her neck was still ticking away-- but they were making good time. Certainly enough time to catch their breath.

And it was here that Casey spotted a tiny black-and-yellow snake-- just barely poking its head from beneath the shadows of a stone just inches away from them. Its little pink tongue flicked out a few times as it examined the world hesitantly, turning its head from side to side, as if checking for something.

“Whoa!” Her dad breathed, keeping care to keep his voice soft once he spotted the creature. He slowly moved to place a hand on her shoulder, patting her gently. “Nice eye, Casey.”

“It’s a real snake!”

“It is.”

“What kind is it?”

“Probably a garter snake, I’d bet,” he whispered, grinning ever so slightly. “I bet he wants to come out and sun himself on the rocks.”

“Why?”

“Reptiles are cold-blooded, Casey. They’ve gotta warm themselves up with the sun, or else they get too cold.”

“Oh,” she said, her eyes wide. “... He’s so cool…”

“He is,” her dad agreed, shooting her a small grin. “Good job, sunshine. I never even would have noticed that little guy! I would have totally missed him.”

Casey absolutely beamed. “Really?”

“Yep!” He confirmed, chuckling softly, leaning over to ruffle her long black hair, carding his fingers through it briefly. “But you’re so smart, of course you saw it… Alright. You ready to get moving again? I bet that little dude would be pretty excited if he got to come out in peace and warm himself up.”

She nodded excitedly, wasting no time at all in beginning to get herself back to her feet. Despite all the running and jumping and climbing she had already done, she was suddenly filled with energy once more.

“I’m ready, Daddy!”

---

“And this one is a pigeon…”

“Mmm-hmmm…”

“And this is a pigeon…”

“I see…”

“And this one a pigeon feather, too…”

“Ah…”

“And this is a starling!”

“Oh!”

“And this is a pigeon!” April exclaimed excitedly, spreading the feathers out on the paper towel slightly, grinning big. “... There are a lotta pigeon ones.”

“That does make sense,” her mom said, smiling a tiny bit. “Thank you so much for showing me, baby! This is so impressive! I can’t believe you found all of these all by yourself!”

“Nu-uh!” April protested, turning to grin big up at her mother. “Daddy helped me! Except for the first one. I found that one all on my own.”

“Well, then, good job to your Daddy, too,” her mom remarked, and April just caught her shoot a smile across the kitchen to her dad, who was busy preparing dinner. He smiled a tiny bit, too.

“I’m gonna make a chart for them and stuff. In a book,” she declared proudly, beginning to climb her way up into her mom’s lap, absolutely beaming as she did so.

“April, sweetheart, you need to wash her hands--”

“Will you help me make it? Pleasseeee? I wanna make it look cool.”

---

Casey was so tall.

Every time they got all the way up here, to the very top of the hill, up as high as they could go, she would always think, wow. This is the tallest we can get. This is so tall.

And then every time, her dad would pick her up and put her on his shoulders, and then she’d be even taller.

And it had only taken them three hours and forty-two minutes to get here.

“There’s not even any clouds!” Casey marveled, eyes absolutely sparkling as she leaned back slightly, clinging to her dad’s head to keep her balance. “It’s just blue!”

“Yeah, it’s a nice day, isn’t it? Perfect for hiking,” he declared, grinning. “Can you believe David said we couldn’t make it!?”

“David is WRONG!” She declared, just as loud as she possibly could, and she grinned at how her voice carried. It made her feel all shimmery. Her dad laughed.

“You wanna yell?”

“YES!” She gasped. “You do it, too! I wanna do it together!”

“Okay, okay. We’ll go on the count of three. You ready?”

“Mmm-hmmm!”

“Okay. One… Two…”

Casey took a deep breath in.

“Three!”

Throwing her head forward, her eyes shut tight and her hands balled into fists, Cassandra reached as deep into her little six-year-old chest as she could possibly reach, and she dredged up the biggest, longest, loudest howl that she could possibly conjure. It always hurt her throat a little, but it never hurt more than it felt good. It made her entire body vibrate. And her dad was screaming, too, holding onto her hands with his own big ones, the two of them harmonizing together as they screamed out into the woods from the top of the hill, their voices echoing out into the sky.

She kept going until there was no more left in her, running out of air entirely and left with just shaking, heaving breaths, her shoulders trembling as she panted.

And for a second, both of them were both quiet. And then finally, her dad chuckled, tossing his shoulders a few times to jostle her slightly.

“One of these days, you’re gonna shatter my eardrums, sunshine. I hope you know that,” he laughed, and Casey just grinned, hanging onto him.

“I like yelling,” she hummed.

And for a bit longer, it was quiet again.

Just the two of them on the top of the world.

And then Dad’s cellphone began to ring.

Casey paused, frowning slightly as she watched her father fish the device from his pocket, glancing at the screen and scoffing in such a way that Casey already knew who was on the line.

“Damn. Too bad we still have service up here, huh?” He tsked, and Casey frowned.

“Don’t be mean to mommy,” she muttered petulantly. “I don’t like it.”

“Sorry, Casey. My bad,” he sighed, crouching down so he could ease her down off his shoulders and back onto her own two feet. “Here. Just gimme two seconds to talk to her, okay?”

“Can I talk to her when you’re done?” She asked, and Dad hesitated.

“Uh, maybe! Lemme just talk to her real quick first and see what she wants. I promise it’ll be fast. Here, hang on. You can time me, okay?” He said, returning the stopwatch back to her hands. “Think you can do that?”

“Yeah…”

“Good girl. I’ll be right back,” Dad said, offering her one last crooked smile before turning away, looping off a few paces before finally picking up his phone.

“Hello?”

“Yeah?--”

“Yeah, I know.”

“No, we just went up hiking--”

“I know that, but it’s just one day. Yeah, I know that… I’m going to!”

“She loves it up here!”

“I will, just-- Could you please just listen to me?-- No, I didn’t--”

Casey frowned. She settled down to sit in the grass and hit the ‘start’ button on the stopwatch.

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April fools: Jaune continuously gets prank by everyone in his team and Team RWBY. Even Pyrrha of all people joined the fun. It’s got to the point where Jaune called his Saphron and Terra to visit beacon to help prank them all in such an unexpected way. Terra would barge through Team JNPR’s dorm get the attention of Team RWBY in the process and demand Jaune pays for child support for his son Adrian.

How does everyone react to this?

FOOLISH ARC

Blake: Ruby, do you have any twos?

Ruby: Go fish.

Blake: ...Ruby, I've gone through the entire list of cards, and you've said, "Go fish" every time.

Ruby: I don't have any twos!

Weiss: Let me see your hand.

Ruby: No! That's cheating!

Weiss: It's not cheating if you're the one cheating!

Yang: Ruby, if you have a two, just hand it over. Don't be a-

FUCKING BASTARD!

Ruby: ...

Weiss: ...

Blake: ...

Yang: ...

JAUNE ARC, I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!

Yang: ...I'll get it. (Opens door) Uh, you good?

Terra: (Whirls around) No! I am not good! Not until I find Jaune Arc!

Yang: Uh, he's probably out with his team. I can call them if you want.

Terra: Are there any girls on his team?

Yang: Uh, yeah. Why?

Terra: (Kicks his door) KNOCKING UP MORE POOR GIRLS AND DITCHING THEM, JAUNE ARC?! I WILL FORCE-FEED YOUR COCK DOWN YOUR OWN FUCKING THROAT!

Yang: Graphic. Hey, uh, Weiss? Can you call... Ren and ask him where Jaune is?

Weiss: Uh, okay?

Terra: Is Ren another one of his girlfriends?

Yang: Uh, no, I don't think he is.

Weiss: I'm calling him now.

Yang: So, uh, how do you know Jaune?

Terra: He's the worst mistake of my life.

Yang: Uh... huh.

Terra: (Sighs) Sorry, I'm just really pissed off. (Extends hand) I'm Terra. I'm the mother of Jaune's baby.

Yang: ...I'm sorry, what?

Weiss: Yang, they're saying he disappeared into a hotel. There was a woman waiting for him at the door.

Yang: Uh-

Terra: Which hotel?!

Weiss: Uh, The Oracle?

Terra: (Runs off) I'M COMING FOR YOU, JAUNE ARC!

Weiss: Yang, what's going on?!

Yang: I'll explain it on the way there! Right now, we gotta go save Vomit Boy!

Ruby: What?! Why?!

Yang: No time, Ruby! We gotta go!

---------------------------------------------------

Terra: (At the front desk)

Yang: There she is!

Nora: Stop her!

Terra: STAY OUT OF MY WAY! (Sprints up the stairs)

Pyrrha: (Stops at the desk) I need you to call the police! That woman is going to assault my team leader!

Clerk: Um, okay?

Ruby: I got her! (Petal bursts up) Ma'am, please! Take a deep breath and- WHOA!

Terra: (Shoulder checks Ruby into a wall)

Ruby: Oogh...

Terra: (Stops at the door, Opens and enters)

Yang: CRAPCRAPCRAP! (Bangs on the door) MA'AM, OPEN UP!

Nora: Are we too late?!

Jaune: (Muffled) TERRA?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!

Terra: (Muffled) I'M GONNA MAKE YOU PAY, YOU BASTARD! YOU AND YOUR WHORE!

Saphron: (Screams)

Jaune: TERRA, PUT THE KNIFE DOWN!

Yang: (Nods to Nora)

Nora: (Readies shoulder)

Jaune: AAAAAAAAUGH!

Weiss: (Watches as the two knock it down, Steps inside) MA'AM, PUT THE KNIFE-! Huh?

Adrian: Pew! Pew! (Giggles)

Jaune: (Holding Adrian) Gotcha! (Chuckles)

Yang: Wh... What the hell?

Jaune: We got you guys good! Ha!

Blake: Wait, what's going on?

Jaune: You guys just got pranked.

Nora: WHAT?!

Yang: Dude, what the hell?!

Jaune: This is payback for pranking me these past few months.

Jaune: (Points to Ruby) The sugar shaker!

Ruby: What?!

Jaune: (Points to Weiss) The ice bucket!

Weiss: You spiteful-!

Jaune: (Points to Blake) The snare trap!

Blake: You were fine. Just hung upside down for a while.

Jaune: (Points to Nora) The depantsing!

Nora: Oh, come on! People call you Long Jaune now! I would kill for a nickname after my undies!

Jaune: (Points to Pyrrha) The tinfoil potato!

Pyrrha: Um, I'm sorry? I should have known tinfoil doesn't microwave well... or at all.

Jaune: (Points to Ren) The pond scum!

Ren: That was a protein shake. I didn't prank you.

Jaune: Oh... W-Well, there's still Yang, who pranked me harder than anyone else! (Lists off on his fingers) The Beowolf cake, the Cake Beowolf, the whoopie cushions, the warm water, the weighted bottle!

Yang: Yeah, but faking a homicidal baby momma?! Don't you think that's a bit extreme?!

Jaune: You made me eat bathroom grout, Yang! (Sniffs) Disguised as dinosaur chicken nuggets, too...

Adrian: (Pats Jaune's head)

Saphron: Jaune called me and told me everything, so my wife, Terra, and I came as soon as we could to help him prank back at the people who were tormenting my baby brother.

Jaune: I'm not a baby.

Yang: So this was all a big prank to get back at us?

Terra: Correct.

Nora: Ooooooh! Okay! That was pretty good!

Yang: Yeah, I'm kinda embarrassed I didn't see it sooner. I mean, there's no way Jaune has a baby with you.

Terra: ...

Saphron: ...

Jaune: ...

Adrian: ...

Yang: ...

Yang: ...HUH?!

#rwby #blake belladonna #ruby rose #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #terra cotta arc #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #jaune arc #saphron cotta arc #adrian cotta arc #april fools

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michaeljoncarter · 4 months

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getting ready to (maybe) make an annoyingly long post about slade's comic canon history w dick (& roy), and just because i'm insane & so no one can accuse me of cherrypicking, i decided to try to track down EVERY canon interaction they have pre-flashpoint

idk if this is everything (doubtful), but! i think i have dug as deep as i can on my own, so i am now turning it over for tumblr peer review. or something. here you go. free niche reading list for those who want it, but also if you're more knowledgeable about this (esp where batcomics are concerned), please let me know if you see something i missed!

dick & slade interactions:

The New Teen Titans (1980) #2 (December 1980)

The New Teen Titans (1980) #10 (August 1981)

Tales of the Teen Titans #43, Annual #3 (1984) (the entire Judas Contract arc is important, obviously, but these are the only 2 where they directly interact)

Tales of the Teen Titans #54 (June 1985)

The New Teen Titans (1984) Annual #3 (1987)

The New Titans #65 (April 1990)

The New Titans #75 - 78, #83 - 84 (April 1991 - March 1992)

The New Titans #86 (May 1992) (in 3rd epilogue story )

Deathstroke (1991) #14 (September 1992)

Team Titans #1: Redwing (or the Terra version. there were like 63 different versions of this first issue. slade & dick's (one panel) interaction is only in the backup story--"Childhood's End"--which wasn't included in every version for whatever reason. idk! this era was a mess!!!)

Deathstroke (1991) #15 (October 1992)

Deathstroke (1991) Annual #1 (1992)

The New Titans Annual #8 (1992)

Teen Titans (1996) #15 (January 1998) (not sure of this one even counts?? it's literally one panel of him fighting a slade illusion, but whatever!)

Nightwing (1996) #17 - 18 (February - March 1998)

Titans (1999) #10 - 12 (December 1999 - February 2000)

Nightwing (1996) #79 - 82 (May - August 2003)

Nightwing (1996) #111 - 115 (October 2005 - February 2006), #117 (April 2006)

Teen Titans (2003) #45 - 46 (May - June 2007)

Batman and Robin (2009) #11 - 12 (June 2010)

Titans (2008) #28 - 30 (December 2010 - February 2011)

Titans (2008) Annual #1 (September 2011)

issues that don't have any actual interaction between them but still deserve honorable mentions:

the Panic in the Sky arc (1992) (they're both recruited by superman onto his squad to attack brainiac; they never cross paths on page, but their "working together" here is referenced in the next point)

Deathstroke (1991) #7 (February 1992) (dick briefly discusses his opinion on slade post-Panic in the Sky teamup)

The New Titans #89 (August 1992) (the titans see slade running around being insane on the local news, and dick briefly catches the "i can fix him" bug)

The Flash (1987) #214 (November 2004) (aftermath of rose joining slade)

Infinite Crisis #4 (March 2006) (bludhaven goes boom)

Booster Gold (2007) #22 - 24 (September 2009) (judas contract time travel shenanigans)

slade & roy interactions:

The New Titans #63 (February 1990) (they're running around working together for the whole Titan Plague arc (The New Titans #62 - 65), but this is the only one with direct interactions)

Deathstroke (1991) #18 - 20 (January - March 1993)

Deathstroke (1991) #45 (March 1995)

Deathstroke (1991) #48 (June 1995)*

New Titans #122 (June 1995)*

Teen Titans (1996) #15 (January 1998) (again, illusion slade, so it only half-counts)

Titans (1999) #10 - 12 (January - February 2000)

Titans (1999) #21 - 22 (November - December 2000)

Outsiders (2003) #4 (November 2003) (with slade disguised as batman)

Outsiders (2003) #12 (July 2004) (still in batman cosplay)

Outsiders (2003) #14 (September 2004) (off page, literally just one panel of a phonecall)

Outsiders (2003) #21 - 22 (April - May 2005)

Titans (2008) #26 - 36 (October 2010 - August 2011)

Titans (2008) Annual #1 (September 2011)

Titans (2008) #37 - 38 (September - October 2011)

*these are part of the Crimelord-Syndicate War arc, which is. a mess. a deeply, deeply 90s situation that was basically about (in part, at least) roy's titans crew saving slade's ass after he's framed for war crimes (again). these are the only two issues where they directly interact, but i think the whole thing is worth a read for them, and it's pretty impossible to find a proper reading order for it. so:

Deathstroke (1991) #48 (June 1995)

The New Titans #122 (June 1995)

Darkstars #32 (July 1995)

Deathstroke (1991) #49 (July 1995)

Deathstroke (1991) #50 (July 1995)

Deathstroke (1991) Annual #4 (1995) (the one where roy gets custody of rose)

honorable mentions:

Titans (1999) #9 (December 1999) (slade jumpscares lian & roy. honestly probably too minor to really qualify for this list, but it's just very important to me because it implies an offscreen scene where roy & chanda had to drag slade's unconscious ass out of a child's sandbox)

The Flash (1987) #214 (November 2004) (again, aftermath of rose joining slade)

and that's all i got. pleaseeee let me know if you have any suggestions!

#slade wilson #dick grayson #roy harper #comic recs #yeehaw #my brain is shutting down pls just ignore any typos lol

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according2thelore · 9 days

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Hi hi hi. I was rereading through everything that you’ve shared with the es/ls verse (bc why not!?) and I had a thought and I wanted to share bc it’s a very typical me consideration about time travel and I wanted to know if you’ve marinated on it?

So es!boys are not together yet, right? But ls!boys are. So is there an inevitable conversation between late season Dean and Sam’s about not pursuing anything with early-season boys so as to not steal first times?

Because I can kind of hear Sammy be like look Dean, we don’t know if they’re going to keep all of these memories and experiences when we send them back, we don’t know how to send them back yet and this more than anything could change everything!!

If those firsts are given up when es boys are so much younger, and then to possibly even ls version and not each other, will that fuck over the timeline?

And then finally late season Sam and Dean kind of acknowledge that it’s not even the timeline worry that makes them talk about this so much as the jealousy aspect of, these were things that were ours and Dean especially would want to guard and protect that as much possible. Though he kind of has resentment and dislike for his younger self, I don’t think he would dare steal it from him either.

And so at this point, I can see that adding like this immense extra level of tension for the ls!boys, because early season Dean especially won’t give a fuck. Maybe the only argument that would sway him is like the idea of early-season Sam, losing out on the firsts he was supposed to have?? Maybe.

So at some point, it’s like literally a boiler room ready to explode with tension between the four of them and I just like that idea a lot.

Anything like that gone through your head or have you been letting that be the problem for even further in the future boys? Lol.

hi!!!!

omg!!! our minds! the last few posts deal with this exact theme, but i haven't really laid it out. so lets roll out a blanket and lay! this! thing! out!

FOR SURE!!! because while LS!Sam&Dean are very much together, ES!Sam&Dean are not! they haven't had those experiences, they haven't had those moments or those talks or--frankly--that sex.

so while kissing dean is an everyday activity for LS!Sam, he has to consciously catch himself before he kisses ES!Dean good morning, because that poor boy is not used to that!

i actually think LS!Dean would be the first to bring this up out loud (despite his aggravation w his younger self) because he's very conscious of how protective he is of their relationship. i'm sure he just comes out and says it, a "we can't do anything with them." and while LS!Sam agrees, and has already been operating on this rule, he's still gotta throw out the hypotheticals, like maybe they won't even remember this. i knew i was in love with you when i was that young. they already know we're like this, so further damage can even be done? our existence in their lives has altered the future. if they already know this is inevitable--

and LS!Dean very firmly says, "april 19th, 2009. detroit. in that motel with all the hubcaps on the walls. that's when--that's when it happened for me. so."

and before LS!Sam can interrupt (because he absolutely is going to interrupt, holy shit?? the date?? sam remembers the night itself, but dean clearly has marked this out in a calendar in his mind.), dean keeps going, "that date is important to me, so his is going to be important to him. it's probably not going to be in 2009 anymore, given what they know now, but his sam should be the first sam he kisses. it'll...i mean, fuck. it has to be his sam."

it makes sense to me that LS!Dean's consideration of it is primarily emotional/instinctual (this first was important and it was mine), while LS!Sam's protestations are logistical/practical (we can't do this because of the implications for the future, for how this will impact the timeline of our lives). (LS!Dean can of course see the practical, and LS!Sam is NOT immune to ES!Sam watching LS!Dean w hungry, possessive eyes and getting pissed; but primarily, they rationalize differently)

and of course LS!Sam has already implicitly agreed with this, but they make an official Thing about it--no stealing firsts. kisses, fucks, hand jobs, hell, even overlong hugs. none of it.

because even speaking in terms of life events, LS!Dean is 100% sure that he WILL kill himself if he and sam are a thing when sam dies at cold oak. and now that sam thinks about it, if he and dean were together when dean was ripped apart by hellhounds, it would have ruined him beyond recovery. he would've been a shell of a person, carrion for birds.

they don't want to be the thing tipping them over the edge in any concrete way, because if ES!Sam&Dean get together now, they're together through all of it. and that has the real potential to be deadly.

you are incredibly correct about this just adding to the powder keg. because they all want each other so badly! we've established ES!Dean is a yearn machine, and even if he understands, it doesn't make it easier. he needs to be ES!Sam's first only a little more than he wants to choke on LS!Sam's dick until he passes out.

i'm sure LS!Dean has to pull ES!Dean aside like, hey, i will kiss your sam and be the first dean he touches and that's a fucking wake up call. ES!Dean understands the stakes immediately.

so we've got a pin-less grenade of tension sitting between all four of them, and none of them are going to jump on it. it'll kill all of them, or it won't go off, and those are the only two possibilities.

because knowing and wanting are two different things, and they want.

it's a constant tug-of-war of leaning too close, knowing you're doing it, and forcing yourself back. it's a sustained inhale with no exhale, just pressure in your lungs building and building and building.

and i think more than anything this is difficult for the LS!boys because they're literally looking at these younger versions of each other, versions that they loved and can't have, boys they had daydreams and nightmares and sex dreams about. and catching yourself in the reflex of doing something is harder when--finally being allowed to--loving your brother is habit.

the tension and pressure must be torture! but they're also so possessive/crazy about each other that it makes sense they want to protect the divinity/religiosity of their first moments--this is the most rational course of events, despite the fact that they're frothing at the mouth.

yours was so much more eloquently explained and written, and i agree with you 100%! this ask was awesome! i have thought about this so much!

thank you sm for marinating on this w me! we are well-seasoned, i believe. ;)

i loved this ask--thank you again! you picked up on that tension/potential immediately--in awe of your humongous brain!

kissing you on both cheeks! mwah!

-lizzy

#ask box #lizzy answers #ES/LS verse #quietdiscerning

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loveroftoomanyfandoms · 7 months

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Angel of God, My Guardian Dear Chapter 19: Matt

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MINORS DNI)

Story Summary: While speaking at a local school for visually impaired youth, Matt runs into his childhood best friend, with whom he lost touch almost 20 years prior.

Warning/Tags: None for this chapter.

Word Count: ~ 3600 (Catholic weddings are LONG, y'all.)

A/N: The big day is here! Only one more chapter to go...

"10 minutes until you say 'I do'," Foggy said as Matt finished getting ready for his wedding to Y/N. "I'm honestly surprised you two didn't elope."

Matt chuckled as he adjusted his tie. "We briefly discussed it but Y/N said she wanted to get married in the church with all of our friends and family there."

He smiled to himself. His proposal had gone off without a hitch and he and Y/N had quickly set a wedding date. "Maybe Aunt Ruth and I could start looking at wedding dresses while she's here for Thanksgiving next week," Y/N had said as they lay together in post-engagement coital bliss, her head on Matt's chest as he traced gentle patterns along her bare back.

Matt had nodded. "That sounds like a good idea."

Y/N had looked up at him. "What do you think about the end of April for our wedding? My lease will be up then so it kind of feels like the perfect time to get married."

A smile had spread across Matt's face. "April sounds nice. Want to call the church in the morning to see what dates they have open?"

"Mmm. Mmhmm."

They had called Clinton Church first thing the next morning and booked their wedding date for the end of April.

"5 months until we say 'I do'," Y/N had said after they had hung up.

Matt had wrapped his arms around Y/N, his heart fluttering at the contented hum she had made. "I can't wait."

He mentally shook his head. "How do I look?"

Foggy patted him on the shoulder. "Like a man who's about to get hitched."

Matt grinned, nervous excitement flitting around his stomach. "Thanks again for your help this morning."

"Of course, buddy, anytime."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Matt?" Aunt Ruth's voice called out. "May I come in?"

"Yeah, Aunt Ruth, come on in," Matt replied, turning towards the door as it opened.

"Oh my goodness, don't you look handsome," Aunt Ruth said. "And Foggy, you as well."

"Thanks, Ms. Y/L/N," Foggy replied.

"Matt, Y/N would like to speak with you before the ceremony begins."

Matt's blood turned to ice in his veins. Shit, did she change her mind? "Is she okay?"

"Oh yes, everything is fine, dear, I promise," Aunt Ruth reassured him. "Y/N just decided that she wants a private moment with you before you say 'I do'."

Matt let out a breath and nodded. "Okay."

Aunt Ruth led him down the hall to another room. "I'll see you in a bit, okay?"

Matt nodded and took a deep breath as Aunt Ruth walked away, then knocked softly on the door. "Y/N?"

"Come in," Y/N's voice replied.

Matt opened the door and stepped inside.

He could hear the gentle swish of Y/N's wedding dress as she turned towards him. "Hi, Matty."

"Hi, angel," Matt replied, still nervous that Y/N might have changed her mind about marrying him. "Is everything okay? Aunt Ruth said you needed to talk to me."

Y/N took his hand. "Yeah, sweetheart, everything's fine. I'm sorry if I scared you, I just… I wanted to show you something really quick."

She took a deep breath. "Remember how back when we were kids, all of our personal belongings were labeled with our names?"

Matt nodded. Y/N had helped him keep track of his stuff until he was able to put Braille labels on everything.

Y/N lifted Matt's hand up to the bodice of her dress, right where her heart steadily beat. "My heart has belonged to you since the moment we met."

Matt's brow furrowed as he traced the familiar bumps of Braille writing. M-a-t-t-h-e-w.

"It's in red to match our wedding colors," Y/N explained.

A broad smile spread across Matt's face and he shook his head, fighting the urge to start crying. "I really love you, you know that?"

Y/N let out a light laugh. "That's good to know, sweetheart, especially considering that we're supposed to be getting married in less than 5 minutes."

Matt grinned. "I better run then. I don't want to spend a minute more than I absolutely have to without you as my wife."

Y/N pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I'll see you in a few minutes."

Matt nodded. "I'll be waiting."

"Love you."

Matt slipped out of the room and headed back down the hall.

"Hey, everything okay?" Foggy asked him as he re-entered his own waiting area.

Matt nodded, unable to keep a smile off of his face. "Yeah, everything's perfect."

Foggy let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, good. Ready then? It's time."

Matt nodded again. "More than ready."

"Alright, let's go get you married."

He and Foggy headed into the church and took their places at the front of the altar, and a few moments later, a soft melody started playing.

Matt waited as Father Davis took his place as officiant, followed by Karen as Y/N's maid of honor, then Harley, Y/N's coworker Jessica's son, as ring bearer and Sophie as flower girl.

He took a deep breath as the doors opened once again and the Bridal March began.

A smile spread across his face as Y/N began her walk towards him.

As she approached, Matt thought back to that first moment they had met. He had immediately known that she was the answer to his prayer, but he hadn't quite realized at the time that he had also been hers.

He held his hand out to Y/N as she reached him, pressing a kiss to the top of her hand before turning to face Father Davis.

"Good afternoon," Father Davis said.

"Good afternoon, Father," everyone replied.

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit."

"Amen."

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness Matthew and Y/N join together in holy matrimony. Let us begin with our opening prayer."

Y/N and Matt bowed their heads as Father Davis raised a hand over them. "Dear Heavenly Father," he began, "we ask your blessing down upon Matthew and Y/N as they pledge their lives to one another through the sacrament of marriage. May they look to you for guidance in all that they do, in your name, amen."

"Amen," everyone repeated.

"Please be seated."

Matt and Y/N knelt hand-in-hand on the portable kneeler as everyone sat and Aunt Ruth walked up to do the first reading.

"A reading from the Book of Genesis," she began. "The Lord God said, 'It is not good for man to be alone. I shall make a suitable partner for him. So the Lord formed out of the ground various wild animals and birds of the air'…"

Matt subtly turned his head towards Y/N, who was glancing over at him.

He gave her hand a squeeze, their silent signal for I love you.

Y/N squeezed his hand back twice in response. I love you too.

"The word of the Lord," Aunt Ruth finished.

Matt turned his attention back to the lectern. "Thanks be to God."

Everyone answered the responsorial psalm, then Foggy walked up to do the second reading.

He cleared his throat. " A reading from the first letter from St. Paul to the Corinthians.

'If I speak in the tongues of mortals and of angels, but do not have love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give away all my possessions, and if I hand over my body so that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things."

Matt smiled to himself. By that definition, Y/N was love, and Matt was the luckiest man on earth by getting to have her for the rest of his life.

"Love never ends," Foggy continued. "But as for prophecies, they will come to an end; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will come to an end. For we know only in part, and we prophesy only in part; but when the complete comes, the partial will come to an end.

Faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love'."

He went to step down then caught himself. "Uh, the word of the Lord."

"Thanks be to God," Matt replied with a grin.

Next followed the Gospel Acclamation, then the Gospel.

Matt and Y/N stayed kneeling while everyone else sat for the homily.

"I haven't had the privilege of knowing Matthew and Y/N for very long," Father Davis began, "but from what their loved ones have told me, it's about time they got married."

Matt grinned and nodded in agreement as their wedding guests chuckled.

"From my understanding, they met as young children and immediately became inseparable," Father Davis continued, "as only truly best friends can be…"

Matt listened as Father Davis continued tying his and Y/N relationship to the readings.

"God has brought Matthew and Y/N together not once, but twice, and so here we are today, celebrating their love and commitment to one another," Father Davis concluded, turning towards them. "Matthew and Y/N, may you continue to love and support one another all the days of your lives."

Matt nodded and gave Y/N's hand a squeeze.

Father Davis sat for a moment in silent reflection, then stood once again. "Please rise."

Matt and Y/N stood and faced one another. Here we go.

"Matthew and Y/N," Father Davis said, "you have come together into the house of the Church so that in the presence of the Church’s minister and the community your intention to enter into Marriage may be strengthened by the Lord with a sacred seal. Christ abundantly blesses the love that binds you. Through a special Sacrament, he enriches and strengthens those he has already consecrated by Holy Baptism, that they may be faithful to each other forever and assume all the responsibilities of married life. And so, in the presence of the Church, I ask you to state your intentions."

He then went through the standard questions about whether Matt and Y/N were there of their own free will, whether they agreed to love, honor and cherish each other, and whether they would welcome any children they were blessed with, all to which both Matt and Y/N answered in the affirmative.

Father Davis nodded. "Since it is your intention to enter into the sacrament of Holy Matrimony, please join your right hands."

Matt smiled as Y/N took his hand in hers.

"Matthew, do you take Y/N to be your wife?" Father Davis asked. "Do you promise to be faithful to her in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love her and to honor her all the days of your life?"

Matt nodded, a broad smile on his face. "I do."

His smile grew even wider as he heard Y/N's heart flutter.

"And do you, Y/N, take Matthew to be your husband?" Father Davis asked Y/N. "Do you promise to be faithful to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love him and to honor him all the days of your life?"

"I do," Y/N replied, the love and adoration in her voice music to Matt's ears.

"Then may the Lord in his kindness strengthen the consent you have declared before the Church and graciously bring to fulfillment his blessings within you," Father Davis continued. "What God has joined, let no one tear asunder."

Matt couldn't help but grin. We did it. We're married.

Foggy stepped around Matt and handed their rings to Father Davis.

Father Davis sprinkled some holy water over their rings. "Bless and sanctify your servants in their love, O Lord, and let these rings, a sign of their faithfulness, remind them of their love for one another.

Through Christ our Lord."

"Amen," Matt and Y/N said together.

Father Davis handed Matt Y/N's ring. "Matthew, place this ring on Y/N's left hand and repeat after me: ' Y/N, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity'. "

Matt took Y/N's hand and slid her wedding band next to her engagement ring. "Y/N, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity."

"And Y/N," Father Davis continued, "place this ring on Matthew's left hand and repeat after me: 'Matthew, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity'."

Y/N slid Matt's ring onto his finger, the cool metal a comforting weight against his skin. "Matthew, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity."

Matt grinned. While they were shopping for their wedding rings he had been fully prepared for Y/N to just choose a ring for him and be done with it, but instead Y/N had had him try on rings made from all sorts of materials and in all sorts of designs until Matt had found the one he was most comfortable with wearing.

You're the one who has to wear it for the rest of your life, she had said, so shouldn't your comfort be the most important thing?

He turned his attention back towards the altar as Karen walked up to do the Intercessions. "Please respond, 'Lord hear our prayer', " she said.

"Lord hear our prayer," everyone replied automatically.

"For Matthew and Y/N, may they continue to grow and love one another through the faith of their Church, we pray to the Lord."

"Lord hear our prayer."

"For the souls of Matt's father and Y/N's mother, may they rest in peace knowing that their children have found solace in one another, we pray to the Lord."

"Lord hear our prayer."

"For all those in need of intercession, we pray to the Lord."

"Lord hear our prayer."

"We now pause to add our own intentions in silence." Karen paused for a few moments. "We pray to the Lord."

"Lord hear our prayer."

Father Davis waited as Karen took her place back at Y/N's side, then said, "Let us now share the words that Jesus taught us to pray."

Everyone recited the Lord's Prayer, then Father Davis moved back in front of Y/N and Matt. "Matthew and Y/N, please kneel and join hands."

Matt took Y/N's hand in his, grinning as she ran her thumb over his ring.

"Let us pray to the Lord for this bride and groom," Father Davis said, "who kneel at the altar as they begin their married life, that they may always be bound together by love for one another."

After a moment of silence, he continued. "Holy Father, maker of the whole world, who created man and woman in your own image and willed that their union be crowned with your blessing, we humbly beseech you for these your servants, who are joined today in the Sacrament of Matrimony.

May your abundant blessing, Lord, come down upon this bride, Y/N, and upon Matthew, her companion for life, and may the power of your Holy Spirit set their hearts aflame from on high, so that, living out together the gift of Matrimony, they may adorn their family with children and enrich the Church."

"Amen," everyone added.

"Matthew and Y/N, please rise."

Matt grinned as they stood.

"By the power vested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Matthew, you may kiss your bride."

Matt turned towards Y/N and cupped her face in his hands, then pressed his lips to hers. My wife.

"It is my pleasure to present, for the first time ever, Mr. and Mrs. Matthew and Y/N Murdock!" Father Davis continued.

Matt took Y/N's hand in his as they headed back down the aisle.

Y/N gave him another kiss as they reached the end. "I love you so much, Matty."

Matt hummed happily. "I love you too, my angel."

They made their way back around to the altar so they could sign their marriage license and take their wedding photos before walking over to the church's event center for their reception.

Matt grinned over at Y/N as they waited in the lobby for the deejay to announce their arrival. "You think anyone will notice if we skip the reception?"

Y/N huffed out a laugh. "Ready to get our honeymoon started, huh?"

Matt smirked. "Something like that."

"Well considering we're the center of attention and we have our first dance, then the toasts, cake cutting and bouquet toss and our last dance… yeah I think we'd be missed."

Matt took her hand as the deejay turned the music down to speak. "...Please welcome to the dance floor, Mr. & Mrs. Matthew and Y/N Murdock!"

The doors to the event center opened and Matt and Y/N walked in, taking their place in the center of the dance floor.

Matt smiled at Y/N as the music for their first dance started. "May I have this dance, Mrs. Murdock?"

His smile grew wider at the uptick in Y/N's heartbeat. "Why, yes you may, Mr. Murdock," Y/N replied.

Matt pulled her close as they began to sway.

"I'll always remember, the song they were playing

The first time we danced, and I knew

As we swayed to the music, and held to each other

I fell in love with you

Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?

Could you be my partner every night?

When we're together, it feels so right

Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?

I'll always remember, that magic moment

When I held you close to me

As we moved together, I knew forever

You're all I'll ever need

Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?

Could you be my partner every night?

When we're together, it feels so right

Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?

Could you be my partner every night?

When we're together, it feels so right

Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?"

Matt wiped away a tear from Y/N's eye as the song came to an end, then pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "Every single one, angel," he murmured.

Y/N sniffled. "Me too, Matty."

"Come on, sweetheart, let's go eat."

They had decided on a catered buffet for their reception, so they were served their dinner then went to take their seats at the head table.

The deejay turned the music down once again. "Ladies and gentlemen, the best man would like to say a few words."

Matt turned towards Foggy as he stood.

Foggy cleared his throat. "Matt, when you first mentioned Y/N way back in law school I thought you had to have been making her up -- this perfect childhood friend who you had fallen in love with but never got the chance to tell that you loved her."

Matt took Y/N's hand and gave it a squeeze.

"Well," Foggy continued, "it took 16 years but I eventually found out she really did exist, and she's every bit as wonderful as you always described her."

"Aww, thanks, Fog," Y/N said.

Foggy picked up his glass of champagne. "I'd like to raise a glass to the newlyweds. Thank you for letting me be a part of your big day and I love you both -- mazel tov! "

"Cheers!" everyone echoed.

Karen gave a brief speech next, then Y/N said a few words.

Finally, Matt stood.

"First, I'd like to thank everyone for being here to share in Y/N's and my big day," he began. "I know I can speak for us both when I say that we appreciate each and every one of you for being here to celebrate our wedding with us."

He turned to Foggy and Karen. "Foggy and Karen, we have been through hell and back together and I couldn't have asked for anyone better to stand by my & Y/N's sides as we pledged our lives to each other."

He turned back to Aunt Ruth, who sat at Y/N's other side. "Aunt Ruth, thank you for welcoming me to the family with open arms and for giving me your blessing to marry Y/N."

He smiled down at Y/N. "And finally, Y/N, my beautiful wife. I have loved you since before I even knew what love was and promise that I will show you every single day just how grateful I am that I get to spend the rest of my life with you. Thank you for loving me in return."

Everyone applauded and made "aww" sounds as Y/N stood and cupped Matt's face in her hands, pressing her lips to his. "You're determined to make me cry, aren't you?" she said.

Matt kissed her back. "Only happy tears, angel, I promise."

They sat back down until it was time to cut the cake and do the bouquet and garter toss.

Karen caught Y/N's bouquet, and if Matt purposely made sure that Foggy caught Y/N's garter so that he and Karen would be forced to dance with each other instead of around each other… well.

He just wanted his friends to be as happy as he was, that was all.

Finally the deejay announced the final dance of the evening.

Matt held Y/N close once again as the music played, then finally it was time for their big send-off.

Matt grinned as they got ready to leave. He had a surprise for Y/N and couldn't wait to give it to her.

#lotmf writes #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock x yn #AoG Masterlist

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October 1: Somnophilia (Carlisle Cullen)💙

Warnings: 18+ readers, Somnophilia (a kink where someone likes fucking or being fucked in their sleep), praise Copyright: I do not own Carlisle Cullen or other Twilight characters. I do not condone this being copied.

You and Carlisle had a wonderful relationship. You were both deeply in love with each other, despite your fragile human existence. That didn't stop the two of you from having a normal relationship with each other though. Especially your sexual life.

Although a lot of the time, you felt you were holding back his ultimate pleasure as he was more focused on trying not to break you in his arms then if he was getting off. But he wasn't really one to care more about his pleasure than yours anyways.

Seriously, Carlisle was the sweetest, most compassionate man- vampire- you had ever met. He was also highly intelligent and extremely attractive. Not to mention perfect self-control so you were never in any danger from him.

Of course, the only problem was once your career was established, you started seeing each other less and less. He was in the hospital from seven in the morning till nine at night. You were working from five in the morning till seven at night, which led you to eating and falling asleep before he even got home.

Sure, he would see you in the mornings because he didn't sleep- but there was no more room for any sexual plays with both of your schedules so busy.

So you made the call.

"You don't sleep at all and I do." You stated.

Carlisle paused, fixing his tie in the mirror. You were on your way out the door for work and he was just getting ready to go into the hospital as well.

He said nothing as it was a very obvious statement.

"I want to try something." You said. You were hoping he would want to, as you felt that maybe if you weren't awake, then maybe he would find more pleasure or something. Your brain might not have been working. But it sounded exciting regardless.

"What is it?" He asked, genuinely curious as he started to lace up his black dress shoes. Alice never let anyone wear anything twice except shoes. These were Carlisle's favorite pair.

"If you come home and you're, you know, wanting to get loose, you can come in and make love to me even if I'm fast asleep." You stated, slightly awkwardly, slightly excitedly.

Despite his superior vampire reflexes, he still almost hit his head on the corner of the dresser as his head snapped up to look at you with those penetrating golden eyes. "Huh?"

You had efficiently knocked the well spoken man down to a single syllable of confusion. Not even a proper one at that. He never used slang.

You sauntered over with a small smirk to put a hand on his cold cheek and kiss him. "You heard me. You have that wonderful vampire hearing after all. You don't have to if you don't want to or if you're uncomfortable, but I want you to know that I'm okay with it. More than okay, really. I actually find the idea somewhat exhilarating. It's up to you."

And with that, you had left for [Your Job].

Over the next few months, you assumed he'd forgotten. Or maybe he had done it and you'd just never woken up to it.

But as that had been November and it was now becoming April, you were starting to think he most definitely had forgotten.

In reality, he had not. It was on his mind every night when he came home and saw you sleeping. He knew it would be easy enough. And he really, really desired to. But then you had to remember that he was from the 1600's, and what you were asking from him was probably considered rape back then. And Carlisle was nothing, if not a gentleman.

But then he gave in.

He'd had a horrible day at the hospital and all he had wanted to do was come home and tell you about it. He knew you'd be asleep, like you usually were, but he wanted to so badly. He wanted to tell you about how he'd had a patient die on him, one that he had really cared for, for the last couple of months. And he had been so young and that life was unfair, but he hadn't dared saved him with vampire venom. He was wondering if he should've. You would know what to say, you always did. He wanted you to make him feel better.

Back at home, he avoided the rest of the family. He didn't want Jasper or Edward picking up on any vibes from him and then having the entire family converge on him to console him. It wasn't their love that he wanted. He didn't want to talk to any of them.

He undid his tie, watching your sleeping form in the bed, bought specifically for you. Your mouth was slack, your H/C hair spread out on the pillows. You were wearing a thin grey T-shirt with Stitch [Or other fav Disney Character] on it, and a pair of stitch blue knickers. As it was summer, you only had a thin sheet covering your body as you got hot easily.

He slid out of the rest of his clothes, leaving them on the floor which he never did, eager to join you for the night like he always did. Even if he couldn't sleep, he still liked sliding into bed next to you, even closing his eyes for a few hours, pretending.

"Carlisle."

The mutter made him think you were awake and he turned to respond before he saw that you were, in fact, still asleep.

Your chest was rising and falling just a little faster and he was suddenly hit with the smell of your arousal. If he could've blushed, he might've.

Well, who was he to deny your wet dream about him?

He tossed the sheet back from the both of you, letting the white fabric float down around your ankles. He carefully moved on the bed to position himself over you. Your thighs were clenched together, rubbing together unconsciously in your sleep. He gently pushed them apart, before gripping the sides of your blue knickers, ripping them effortlessly. He tossed the two scraps of lace over the back of the bed to flutter to the floor.

He felt Lord- his alter ego- purr with content as he lowered his mouth to your sopping cunt, lapping your release to his hearts content. He felt all the tension and sadness bleed away as he continued to eat you out with fervor. He savored the sweetness of your honey, the taste tangy on his tongue.

"Carlisle." You murmured, bucking your hips in your sleep. You were deep in a dream where Carlisle was fucking you, and it was starting to feel very realistic. It was almost as though you could actually feel his cool tongue on your pussy.

His ministrations were done with vampiric speed, faster than any human male could have done it, his tongue fucking you eagerly.

He sucked at your clit harshly, drawing soft mewls from your sleeping form. Your arms fidgeted and it was almost like you wanted to roll over. His hands pressed firmly down as your thighs tried to close again. His tongue could feel your walls pulsing and you orgasmed without waking.

Feeling emboldened, Carlisle lapped away every drop before pulling away to observe your sleeping form.

Beads of sweat had appeared in your hair line, showing that you were hot from the experience. Your chest was heaving with deeper breaths, your lips parted to hear the shallow gasps you were taking. Your eyelids were twitching, but you were not awake.

He smirked a little, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, before lining himself up at your entrance and pushing in.

You moaned softly, fingers twitching as he bottomed out inside of you. Carlisle started to thrust, feeling every emotion except lust and love drain out of him as he let everything go. His fingers deftly played with your nipples, twisting, rolling, pinching, pulling, everything he could and wanted to do to them.

Finally, your eyes fluttered open, another moan coming to your throat and leaving through your lips at the wonderous feeling you hadn't felt in a while.

"C-Carlisle." The stutter told him that you were awake and his eyes snapped to yours. They were a mix of black and yellow and it told you that 'Lord' was in play as well.

"Well hello there darling." Carlisle growled, teeth grazing your pulse point on your neck, making you whimper. You could feel the knot growing and you sucked in your stomach like you were trying to get away from it. A bad habit of yours.

"Took you l-long enough." You murmured out, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pounded into you relentlessly.

"I had a bad day." Carlisle murmured before sucking a large hicky on your neck. "Such a fucking bad day. So I'm just going to fuck you into the bed, yeah?"

Oh my god. He'd cursed. So hot. Holy shite. Oh he was in such a bad mood.

"C-Carlisle, I-I'm gonna c-cum."

"Go ahead darling." Carlisle said, biting your neck gently. "Fucking cum all over my prick."

You let go, closing your eyes, crying out his name before he finished in you as well.

He pulled out to lay down next to you and you curled your body around him. You peppered his face with sweet kisses before leaving a lingering one on his cool lips. His cold body wrapped around your hot one.

You settled back down, running your fingers through his hair, a way of comforting him. He'd always loved feeling your hands in his hair. You moved your hand down to cup his marble face and you smiled gently. "Now, tell me about your day."

#Braveclementineworks #carlislecullenxreader #somnophilia #praisekink #twilight #carlislecullen #fanfiction #kinktober2022

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ELMS interview with Clem (link above, copied text under the cut)

Double WSK Super Master Series Kart Champion and Formula 2 race winner Clement Novalak will begin on a new chapter in 2024 when the 23-year-old French driver makes his ELMS debut with Inter Europol Competition in Barcelona, competing for the overall title in LMP2 alongside Ollie Gray and Luca Ghiotto.

After clinching his second WSK Super Master Series title in 2017, Novalak moved up to single seaters winning the 2019 BRDC British Formula 3 title with Carlin and finishing third in the 2021 standings of the FIA Formula 3 Championship. A move to Formula 2 garnered another win with Trident Racing last season, but now Clement Novalak has his sights set on glory in the ELMS and beyond.

Novalak was due to make his endurance racing debut at the Daytona 24 in January, racing in LMP2 with his new team. However, a pit lane incident during the final practice session sidelined the French driver before he could compete in his first race. After suffering a fractured rib, Novalak has now recovered and is ready for the start of the ELMS season in April.

So w hat influenced Novalak to change from single seats to prototypes? “I have always enjoyed the longer format of races; being able to get yourself into the zone at the wheel of the car for multiple hours,” he said. “The format is a real challenge, and enjoyable as we get to work with other drivers. I've always been interested in endurance racing from a young age when I watched the 24 Hours of Le Mans with my dad.

“In saying that, this is a new challenge for me, it's very different from what I'm used to with the sprint races in Formula 2 and Formula 3, but I'm really looking forward to it,” Novalak continued.

“ELMS is good for me, with WEC not having the LMP2s on the calendar anymore, ELMS now has so much racing talent within the championship and this means, that it will be harder to perform well. Inter Europol Competition are a mega team, they have great experience at the highest level of sportscar competition, and I am delighted to be racing with them this year.”

The next obvious question is how the Oreca 07 compares to the single seaters Clement Novalak has raced up to now. “Surprisingly, the car is not too different to what I have been used to,” Novalak admitted. “While heavy, it still has a single-seater vibe! The tires are more complaint than what we had in Formula 2, so overall, it feels similar, and I felt at home from the get-go.

“You can change your driving style and the car responds well, it does what you want so you can play around with it. It’s been extremely enjoyable getting to know the car and hopefully, we’ll be fast out of the box in Barcelona.”

Another new thing that Clement Novalak will have to learn and that is sharing a car. So how does he approach sharing a race car with two other drivers for the first time? “I'm looking forward to working alongside them both to try and extract as much performance as we car from the car and have some fun on the way!

“I don't know either particularly well. Luca (Ghiotto) was someone I looked up to in Formula 3 in my formative years, as he raced against the likes of Callum Ilott and those guys. Ollie (Gray), I know of, he's been in F3 and did a season with Carlin, as did I, so I expect we can share some stories and experiences.”

The competition in the ELMS is always fierce but with 22 LMP2s on the grid, 14 in LMP2, this season is likely to be tougher than ever for the overall title. So how is Clement Novalak approaching the start of the season and what is the goal for his debut year in Le Mans Prototypes? “For sure it's going to be the toughest LMP2 grid in the history of ELMS. There are so many professional drivers joining the series, so it’s going to be a huge challenge,” he admitted. “From my side, I unfortunately fractured a rib in Daytona, so I have not been able to be in the gym as much as I would like, but I have been around the sport and will do as much as I can physically, use the simulator, talk to the engineers and test when I can.

“I'll approach each race weekend as a standalone event, and not think too much about the championship. My job is to maximize everything in the car and the added benefits of having two teammates on the same car is, that we pool our knowledge and feedback to adapt and develop together.”

With six of the most challenging circuits in Europe the ELMS offers a good variety of challenges. So which circuit is Clement Novalak looking forward to the most? “I've had the pleasure of racing on all of the tracks, and to be honest, while there's only six rounds, they are probably the best circuits in Europe.

“It's difficult to pick and choose a favorite, but for me, Le Castellet is a home race and will therefore be special. The elevation changes make Spa-Francorchamps a favorite of many drivers, and for me Imola is one to look forward to with the flowing layout and great atmosphere.”

So what does Clement Novalak get up to when he is not racing? “For me, it is important to be able to switch off, outside of racing. I really enjoy playing tennis and watching football with friends. I'm starting a business at the moment – related to motorsport – so that is taking up quite a lot of my time away from the racetrack.

“I think once you're an athlete, you always enjoy – and respect tremendously – others excelling in other sports. So apart from sitting on the couch watching F1, its football, tennis, and golf; plenty to do in the time I do have off!”

The opening round of the 2024 European Le Mans Series, the 4 Hours of Barcelona, will take place at the Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya in Spain on Sunday April 14.

#clement novalak #ELMS

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lol it's been a few weeks since I've messaged u. seems in that time you've become a real community leader for edling writers and artists! congrats! I just finished the first draft of that fic I mentioned finally so it should be ready before the end of April. (hopefully) bye for now!

HEY YOU, it's been a while!!! I hope you realize that, without any pressure, your presence has been missed /j ALSO REALLY? I CAN'T WAIT OMGGG. It's still kinda mind-boggling that you're writing a draft fanfic for my fanfic at all lmao. I'm looking forward to it ;w;

#hope life's been well for ya!!#I really did miss you lol #also where'd you hear about me being a leader LMAO #you're sweet Avi but let's not shoot too far now XD #katmail

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The dumber and more incoherent PR is usually from Kensington Palace. - ROFLing at this 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 only because w&k think themselves so superior and they think all their strategies are "long-term", but they are absolutely nothing when it comes to Charles' pr games! As much as I despise everyone in that family, I dislike w&k more, ONLY because they never get called out, for anything! At max it'll be couple of hours or a day of uproar, then they'll bring out the kids and everyone will go gaga over them again. I'm soooooooo looking forward for this war between KP and BP!

Did I lie, a lot of the KP PR is just one-note and stupid and doesn't help William and Kate at all? Like, here are some examples of glaring PR flubs that are laughable if you think about it for 0.5 seconds:

William's "interest" in homelessness is framed as a long-time passion he inherited from Diana, but William has never done anything notable for the homeless and he comes off as pompous because he's just sitting on a money pile while saying "Wow, someone should help these people, OMG, something needs to be done!" The interview where he said "any one of us could be a few steps from homelessness" was so rich, I thought it was a joke.

Kate's rotating hobbies and "passions" that either come and go (textiles, sustainability, the piano, baking) or are seasonal interests that are ignored outside of slices of the year (scouts, tennis, photography)

Mental illness "advocates" who demonize therapy when it suits them. William has a "toolbox" of needs or whatever but can't find a clue in the damn thing

William got COVID in April 2020, hid it at the time, but then when KP maybe accidentally leaked it that November they reported it as if he was on death's door, aka it would have caused alarm had the public known. They also did not disclose when or where he isolated, making it seem like he exposed his entire family at Amner Hall. The whole thing was a mess.

William's work with football players has regressed to him just attending games and making "Good Luck" videos. Remember Heads Up? What happened to talking about mental health and football? I can only assume he gave up after he kept putting his foot in his mouth during the documentaries and podcasts.

Kate saying she'll work less until her kids are in their twenties, but also, oh, she's ready to step up and work hard as Princess of Wales. She is the "Top CEO"

Meghan was bad for being political and ambitious but Kate still wants to do these things on a way bigger scale for some reason

Kate being compared to the Queen Mother on her 40th birthday but then "rebranding" into a modern, innovative, pantsuit-wearing business-savvy, lady-boss the very next year

Kate is Diana, Meghan, and Elizabeth II with her fashion choices. All of these women occupied different periods of fashion history and have very different tastes.

The entire Caribbean tour was an incoherent slog that was tone-deaf at best

William talking about sustainability in Dubai of all damn places

Kensington Palace doesn't know what they're doing. They often just throw stuff at the walls and sees what sticks.

#answered #anonymous

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Sorry for another ask but I am curious I know you said you can relate to Raph and Don is your fav. I will get to the point lol. What is your opinion on Raph? For the iterations you have seen of course

Oh this a welcomed one!

I adore Raph. He's one of my favorite character types - the gruff, protector who inside has this heart of gold, he just has to work through some stuff.

Rise Raph, will be first to go in this department, what a himbo, what a gem, what a sweetie. He's still got some of his rage, but he's more so the protector of the family. I love details like the bandage on his chest, that smile. His interactions with his brothers and April are so funny and wholesome. (The Lair Games and The Clothes Don't Make the Turtle are my favorite episodes for some choice brotherly moments)

Then we get to 2003 Raph, who is the one I first saw, the one who made me adore the character as a whole. This is the one I related to the most, because of the mix of his heartfelt moments, mixed with sometimes being too much.

Shoutouts to Lone Raph and Cub, for being the best Raphael episode. This boy just wants to save his loved ones and his brothers and father, bring out the best in him. Meet Casey Jones is another great Raph episode, because we see how Raph can turn OUT if he's not careful (and showing his merciful side, which I feel like is a character trait, that doesn't get talked about enough?)

Like, this boy could've laid Casey out, truly could've beat the snot outta him and left him hanging, but he DIDNT'.

I also, really appreciate in Hunted the way that Raph specifically wanted to *wrestle* with Leatherhead. There was no fear of his strength or his temper, just full out respect. I remember I read this AMAZING fict, btw involving them by Halogalapaghost: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53261914 Oh my gosh SO GOOD.

I really enjoyed the storylines they gave Raph, throughout 03, because he was trying to be better from what he was - even though, some of it was still his pissing contest with Leo, but ohhh so good... and Same as It Never Was Raph?

HELLO?

SIR?

YES?

THANK YOU

(Oh man, do not get me started on SAINW. DO NOT GET ME STARTED-)

This is gonna turn into just a 2003 Raph post, if I'm not careful. He's my SECOND favorite next to Donnie if y'all haven't guessed yet.

Because NEXT ON THAT LIST IS 1987 RAPH

DUDE HAD S TIER RIZZ.

Oh who am I kidding? Raph's always got rizz. It's just a matter if the writers will LET HIM HAVE A W.

Raphael Meets his Match was one of my favorite episodes of 1987 for that very reason. He's snarky, he will OBLITERATE you verbally, but this dude had rizz!!!

Honestly, he always makes me laugh.

NOW IF WE'RE TALKING RAPHAEL-

2007 RAPHAEL

Oh man, this totally gave me a type when I was 11... Gruff, armored, badass motorcycle, I was fresh off my Sonic phase (yes I was a Shadow stan, let's just get that outta the way now)

My Linkin Park listening, Shadow the Hedgehog loving self, was fresh off of getting caught up on 03 when this dropped.

That movie had no right being that fun. I know it's up in the air whether or not it's ACTUALLY 03 canon but it hurts no one to think it is so I consider this Raph to just be the 19 year old ver of 03 Raph. Lot of time to grow and adjust. The Nightwatcher look for him, was SO good and that scene where he's fighting that demon? LOVED IT. Still die laughing to this day.

I need to read the 07 comics, because I know there's a Nightwatcher origin comic.

The fight between this Raph and Leo too... this was one where, Raph had some good points. Leo had issues to work through but then he comes back and just expects everyone to be ready to go back to how it was... and Raph's been keeping things in check, while Don and Mikey tried to keep them financially afloat, (frick I should've included 07 Donnie too, but again *points to "I see them as the same just older"*) and Raph had to keep the city SAFE.

Some of the BEST ficts I ever read, involved that fight in the rain. Mmm that was good HOT SOUP

But then... my favorite Raphael of all time...

IDW Raphael is everything, I love about him and more. He's this protector, he's still got his temper, but his bonds with his family, with Casey, with Alopex...

It's just all coming together so nicely and I ADORE moments like these, where we see him calm, where we see his SMILE. WHere everything in his world, for just ONE MOMENT is all right. Where he's okay.

I love that and I adore Raph/Alopex, I love it more than RaphXMona. (I ALSO LOVE THIS ONE. IT'S GOOD BUT RAPHLOPEX IS MY OTP)

And I do not have an opinion yet on Mutant Mayhem Raph YET, but we will get there.

Thank you for coming to my RAPH APPRECIATION HOUR!

#TMNT #TEenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #TMNT Raphael #Raphael appreciation post #Raphael IDW #Rise Raphael #IDW Raph #Rise Raph #2003 Raphael #03 Raphael #03 Raph #2k3 Raph #TMNT character essay #I think this is one? This turned into me screaming how much I love this red banded turtle.#Donnie is my MAIN FAVORITE but Raph is my SECOND

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⚔️CATventuring Party!⚔️ AND EVEN MORE CATS!! Cleric and Fighter; both classes with endless possibilities so to boil it down to 1 outfit it was a bit of a challenge .w.;; Another Housecat/ Mountaincat combo, I liked the duality of them~!! I got 8 of the 12 designs ready, so I'm making great progress, hopefully I can finalize all of them before Roll Initiative Con in April~!!

#jorisportfolio #dungeons and dragons #dnd #cleric #fighter #cat #feline #furry #character design #sticker design

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Rottmnt Future AU

“A Jotaro’s story”

One-Shot ( In English )

"Dear diary... this is how I should start this?, no, better ummm, Binnacle 1: This is Jotaro Hamato-Miyamoto, reporting for the mission, yes!! Sounds better!"The mutant bunny exclaimed while he wrote down in his small pocket notebook "Today seems to be a very special day because my parents are more than happy, I think it's because I just turned 7 years old and I think they want us to go for a walk because I saw my dad Usagi pack a lot of our things "Wrote Jotaro, while he continued writing with emotion, his rabbit-yokai father was on the phone while ordering some bags

"Yes, understood,shinpai suru na/Don't worry, we have all the essentials, it will be the first festival he will attend and I know he will be happy to see you... Yes, ok, send my regards to Tomoe-San and Gennosuke-Kun I will be delighted to see you again…sayonara” the Samurai rabbit said goodbye in the most polite way possible

After his call Usagi set out to see his dear husband Leonardo, a turtle in his 40s, current leader of the Hamato Clan,but upon entering the room, he was blinded by a beautiful scene, which he had to immortalize with a cell phone video (a very old one for someone who has lived in New York since 2023)

"Who is the most beautiful baby-conejito in the whole multiverse~? It's you!!" Leo shouted as he carried Jotaro in his arms and tickled him

"Dad! Stop! I'm already a big boy!" Exclaimed Jotaro I laughed

"I know~, but you're as cute and soft as a marshmallow, I could eat you if I wanted to" Leo said making bite gestures

"That's very nice Leo-San, I think my father-in-law and brothers-in-law will love to see this" Usagi said, while sending the video to everyone in the family group

"What!? Not Usagi!!" He yelled as he set Jotaro down "You know how they get when I do and say those things!!, especially my dad!!" He exclaimed with feelings of anger and embarrassment

"But why is it so bad? Look, they already answered and they seem happy with this" He showed his cell phone and to Leo's horror they all wrote at the same time

Mikey: Awww!!! That's my favorite rabbit-turtle nephew!! >///w///< Leo, you look so weird, when we're on missions you never smile anymore, but here you look all cute 🥰🥰🥰

Donnie: I literally had to go out on the roof of the house and laugh just because Daniel is taking his nap🤣🤣🤣 Congratulations Leo, you turned cheesy like dad

Raph: Jotaro is so big!! I'm so happy and I hope to see you tonight to celebrate eating pizza 🍕🍕🍕

Splinter: He's the most beautiful rabbit-boy in the world~!! I expected nothing less from the grandson of the great Lou-Jitsu 😎😎😎

ML-Irma: It's a little weird, but very cute 💖💖💖

Jenny: I can't believe I must look like this when I carry the kids from the dojo, whatever, Happy birthday Jotaro 💛🤟🏻

Casey: I won't say that this surprises me because I already lived it 😅😅😅

April: Awww my life!! He's so tiny❤️, Thanks for recording this Usagi, Donnie hadn't laughed like that in weeks, we'll be waiting for you tonight, have a good interdimensional trip!! 😎🤟🏽🌀🌀🌀

"They are very happy" - Usagi said calmly

"This is bad for my reputation as a leader"-Said the turtle, covering his face

"Before being a leader, you are a brother, son and father" Usagi said grabbing his shoulder "And there is nothing to be ashamed of...in fact you look very cute" He ended up standing on tiptoes and kissing his husband on the lips

"...I could get used to being cute" he said in a seductive tone as he pressed his husband against his chest"

"F-Fine, hurry up with the portal, I have everything ready" Usagi ordered as he got out of that sexy hug

"Ok, but first one more game!! Rocket-Jitsu!!" Leo exclaimed, picking up his little son again and spinning around

"Leo, Mariko-san wants to see Jotaro too, remember?"

Leonardo stopped short "Oh yes... she..." after that he lowered Jotaro and prepared to concentrate because entering the dimension of Feudal Japan of the Yokai wasn’t an easy task "Hold Jotaro”

"Ready" Usagi said without hesitation

"Woahhh!! Someday I'll do that too!!" exclaimed the bunny-turtle

"Finish your self-defense lessons first, and then we'll move on to the wooden sword."

"Daddy Usagi, that's boring~"

"Do you think your father and I learned the art of being a swordsman overnight? It requires years of training and discipline, I'm pretty sure your grandfather Splinter was stricter than us, right Leo?”

"I-I'm not listening to you, I just opened the portal, let's go!" Leo exclaimed, because the truth is that Splinter had taught them in ways...unconventional, in any case, the three of them were already on their way to the Usagi’s dimension,The Yokai Japan

…

A blue portal opens on the outskirts of a beautiful village, full of peace and life. Usagi came out of it and after taking a breath of fresh air said "Tadaima / I'm home"

"It's so beautiful..." Leo said as he closed the portal "I almost wish I lived here...it's so peaceful..."

"But New York needs you and your brothers" Usagi replied leaving Jotaro on the ground "My world has enjoyed peace and comfort thanks to the agreements between clans and the technological advances that your brother Donatello has given us”

"Don't even tell me, he asked me to please take a video of his inventions, with his trademark" He said, showing a message from Donnie asking him that no one could profit from his inventions

"Dads! Come on! I want to start with my birthday!" Jotaro exclaimed, jumping like an excited rabbit.

"Calm down Jotaro, the festival is not going anywhere first we have to go leave our things with some friends of mine"

"Does Tomoe know we came?"

"Of course, we have to hurry to make the most of the day" Usagi said, taking Jotaro by the hand "Besides, Mari-san must be waiting with them"

"Mari-san?" asked Jotaro confused"

"So we say to Mariko, your mother"

Those last words were like the blade of a katana grazing Leonardo's neck. Even though Jotaro had both his and Usagi's DNA, thanks to Draxum and his abilities to create through mutagen, he was also the son of Mariko, ex-girlfriend and best friend of his husband Usagi, since they needed the DNA of a female turtle-mutant or rabbit-yokai when they wanted to have a baby., and as much as they wanted Jennika's, she was not the one, since she had previously been human and her mutant DNA was the same as Leonardo’s,So the only option was Mariko-san, who willingly and unconditionally agreed, since she was doing it for her childhood friend after all.

Leo proceeded to take his son's other hand and the three of them went together to the temple.

"This place is very nice!!" Exclaimed Jotaro

"I know, it's strange no longer hearing the everyday noises of the city"

"Well, at least it looks like the fights are multiversal" Leo said as he pointed to two Yokais fighting in a food stall.

"Hey! I asked you for a kilogram of apples!! Are you an idiot or what?!! Exclaimed a rather large Yokai-pig

"I-I'm so sorry sir, the scale failed and I'm using another method to weigh the food" stuttered the salesman yokai-marmot

"Well hurry up!!, what kind of place is this?!

"And I thought that Meatsweats was selective" Leo said with a slightly mocking tone "I'll take care of it"

"It's fine, but no threatening with weapons" Usagi told him

"What is dad going to do?" asked Jotaro

"He will only speak kindly to those gentlemen, don't worry”

"Is there a problem gentlemen?" Leo asked in a neutral voice.

"It's none of your business, Kappa!" exclaimed the pig

"The gentleman does his best to provide you with a service, you shouldn't pressure him like that...!" Before he knew it, the pig pushed him with both hands

"So you'd rather have that shell pressed on you?!" He yelled angrily as a crowd began to surround them.

"...I'd like to see you try..." Leo replied with a mischievous smile.

Without thinking, the Yokai-pig rushed towards him without knowing what awaited him. Leo began to dodge him with the martial arts of his clan, the pig could not give him a single blow and term falling to the ground because of how exhausted he was

"No one likes bullies like you" Leo said triumphantly.

"Be... a real man and fight for real!!" The pig yelled as he tried to get up.

"...If that's what you want" Said the turtle grabbing his katanas and just seeing their shine was enough for the Yokai-pig to run away from the place, screeching as only pigs know how to do"Uh, I thought it would be a duel to the death with knives" He said with a mischievous smile, returning his weapons to their place.

"Thank you very much, that bully is always around these parts and takes advantage of the smaller vendors" The little yokai vendor explained

"You don't have to worry anymore" Leo said as he looked for something in his bag "Here, this should fix the scale" he said as he handed him some special screws, patented by Donnie of course

"Arigato Kappa!!" He exclaimed the groundhog giving a slight bow

Leo bowed and left with his husband and son "Shall we go?" He asked him, taking Usagi's hand.

"You were amazing" Usagi said

"What can I say? I'm an expert in attracting attention" Leo replied waving the tail of his mask which hair was

"That was awesome Dad!!" Jotaro shouted "He went Ahhh !! And you dodged him with a Fiumm !! And then he ran away doing Oink!" Jotaro narrated while he laughed

"Remember Jotaro, your father used self defense before his weapons"

"I know, I know, I'll practice my defense more" The little hybrid replied

"Very well, now let's go to the temple"

And without further ado, the family held hands going to their destination, hoping not to have any more setbacks.

I hope you liked it, this is the English version of the One-Shot :3

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