#i want to see him absolutely spill the beans about everyone

[harperbrynne]

Multiverse theory/headcanon:

[thedeadthree]

thinking tavtash thoughts listening to this *giggles*

[natailiatulls07]

In Maurgrite series could you do Charles and the grid reaction to her coming back home sad cause she was getting picked on and he tried to hide it but they know something wrong as she wasn’t her usual sunshine self

Marguerite; The father daughter dance

Jules Bianchi x Daughter!reader

Charles Leclerc x little sister!reader

Charlotte Sine x platonic!reader

Summary - When Y/n's school is doing a father daughter dance she chooses not to tell Charles and skip it but of course that doesn't work out to plan

Warning - Loss of a father, feeling guilty, mourning a father

A/n - Charles and Y/n aren’t blood related but consider each other brother and sister. I know Alex was with Charles in the first part but I'm trying to stick to irl relationships and events so Charlotte is here today!

Marguerite

-

2021

When Charles was told that his godfather had passed away, his mind immediately went to Y/n. How would she cope with this? How would she feel about seeing her friends with their fathers?

But there was one thing the driver forgot about; the father daughter dance. It was a one time event, every daughter would get when they're in year ten. Yet Charles forgot.

It wasn't like Y/n didn't remind him, no she kept it a secret. Not wanting to go because her dad was gone. So when she got the letter from school, what did she do with it?

Well she just threw into the bin outside of the school gates.

Unfornuately when Y/n had her friend round to do homework together, her friend accidentally let it slip right in front of Charles.

"Wait are you coming the dance?" The question was totally innocent, y/f/n thought that maybe Charles would take the place of Jules and take Y/n.

They were in the open plan living space, y/n and her friend in the living room and Charles in the kitchen with Charlotte. So of course he heard them. "Wait what dance?" Charles' voice echoed through the large room.

Y/n's face went pale. She had been caught and would have to explain herself to Charles. "O-oh uh nothing!" Trying to dismiss the question, even though she knew it wouldn't be dismissed that easily.

The older two moved from the kitchen to sit on the plush couch next to the two teens. "Well it's not nothing is it though?" Charlotte replied, also urging Y/n to answer the question.

But instead of Y/n, y/f/n once again spilled the beans. "It's the father daughter dance, I thought Y/n would told you..." She trailed off, finally coming to her senses and realising. "Oh, I should go...bye Y/n, thank you for the snacks Mr Leclerc"

She was quick to collect her stuff and leaving, y/f/n had just thrown Y/n under bus and left faster than the McLaren pitstop. "So...there's a father daughter dance..." Charles and Charlotte had eyes of sympathy, upset that they made her feel like she couldn't go. "Why didn't you tell us?"

There was hesitation, how was she meant to answer a question like this. "Didn't think I could go..." Y/n took a deep breath, finding the carpet more entertaining. "Because papa is not really...you know..." This was the type of conversation Y/n wasn't fond of.

It wasn't a conversation Charles loved all that best either. He absolutely hated how his Marguerite felt she couldn't talk to him about this stuff. "When...When is it?" He had idea and good one.

"Tomorrow..."

Charles was quick to nod his head.

-

"Alex, can you distract Y/n tomorrow please" Everyone had gone to bed, Charlotte and Charles in bed togther and Y/n asleep in her own bed. He needed Y/n to be distracted so he could set up the surprise.

Charlotte smiled softly, cuddling closer to Charles. "Yeah of course, is this about the dance?" She knew the answer, she knew how guilty Charles felt about the dance.

Playing with the womens long brunette hair, Charles just nodded. He didn't have the heart to speak, fearing he'd break down.

-

So the next day whilst eating breakfast, Charlotte suggested to Y/n that they do a pamper day. Get their nails done, hair done and just go on a massive shopping spree. During said shopping spree, Charlotte had managed to convince her to get a nice formal dress, the dress she would wear to the dance.

"Hey, you should get this!" Take the dress off the rack, it was totally Y/n's style. "You never know what kind of event Charlie will want to take you to in the future, have it as back up" That was all that Y/n needed to be convinced to get the dress

Charlotte had successfully done what Charles asked of her. Unknow to Y/n, Charles had called up the school and asked if he could attend the dance in place of his late godfather.

They were very understanding and guilty they hadn't thought it through any earlier, but immediately agreed and ensured Charles that they wouldn't single him and Y/n out.

-

Arriving back at the apartment, it was surprisingly quiet. Charlotte and Y/n walked into the kitchen living space and there was an envelope laid next to a bouquet of African Daisies. On the envelope in fancy handwriting, wrote her name and in brackets, Marguerite.

Y/n (Marguerite)

With eyebrows frowned, Y/n turned to Charlotte. "Wait what's this?" Charlotte, who was pouring herself a glass of water just smirked, motioning for Y/n to opening it.

Riping the envelope open, she pulled out the letter and started to read it out loud.

Dear Marguerite, Get ready to put on your dancing shoes and join me for a night of laughter, joy, and unforgettable moments at our father daughter dance! It's going to be a night to remember, and I wouldn't want to share it with anyone else but you. Date: Tonight Time: 8pm Location: School You are cordially invited to be my dance partner for an evening filled with music, twirls, and sibling love. It's a chance for us to create memories that will last a lifetime and celebrate the awesome bond we share as older brother and younger sister. I understand that papa is no longer with us but I don't to subject you to miss these core memories, I have called ahead and we are more than allowed to attend together. Let me step up and honour Jules with you tonight. So, dust off that fancy dress, and let's make this night magical. Get ready to hit the dance floor and show everyone how we rock the dance moves together. Please let me know as soon as possible because I wouldn't want to dance the night away with anyone but my favorite sister. Can't wait to see you there, all dolled up and ready to dance! With love, Your Charlie

As if on cue, Charles came walking out of his office with a big smile on his face. "So what do you say?" He held out his arm, and she ran straight into them. Everyone was tearing up; Y/n, Charlotte and Charles.

He felt her nodding excitedly, her face in the crook of his neck. "Yes! thank you so much Charlie!" Y/n was over the moon, so grateful that Charles got this opportunity for her to actually happen.

"Marguerite, please don't think you can' experience these things..." Pulling out of the hug, Charles held her face in his hands and looked her in the eyes. "Papa would of wanted you to get those experience even though he is not here anymore"

Y/n nodding slowly, that guilt and grief slightly melting away.

Charlotte made her way over to the two, placing her hands on the younger girls shoulders and leaning down. "Come on Marguerite, we have to get you ready and you..." The two girls turned to the driver stood beaming in front of them. "You need to sort yourself out, like the hair?" The sound of laughing echos through the apartment as Charlotte and Y/n make their way to go get ready.

-

It's around seven thirty when Charlotte finally curls the last piece of hair and Y/n slides into her heels. They both look in the mirror, and Charlotte smiles softly. "You look like a princess..."

It's not often Y/n dresses up, she really doesn't attend many formal events with Charles. Esperically after Jules' death, Charles hated how the press exploited the girl so he limited their chances.

"Are you nearly ready?" The monégasque shouted from what it sounded like to be the hallway. Quickly checking her hair and makeup, Y/n nodded to Charlotte who was first to leave the bedroom and meet Charles in the hallway.

Y/n stepped out of her bedroom behind Charlotte and noticed how Charles had put on a classic black suit. Once the driver saw his little sister, his eyes were watering again.

He placed his hand over his heart. "My god I won't last on your wedding day..." Rolling her eyes, Y/n thought he was being dramatic. "You are stunning Marguerite..."

Looking up at the clock on the wall, Y/n didn't want to ruin her makeup. "Stop, I don't want to ruin my makeup" The hallway erupted with laughter before Charles nodded, chuckling slightly.

"Come on then, lets go dance the night away..."

-

[ccieatchildren]

OKAY BUT THE CALLUM WHUMP IN THE DRAGON PRINCE SEASON 5!!!

Specifically S5 E8.

First, just him being locked away in the captain’s cabin, isolated and tortured by Finnegrin for the dark magic info.

And him absolutely refusing to reveal anything right now, laughing at Finnegrin for what he sees as a hypocritical thought process, because it would go against his morals and he doesn’t want to give Finnegrin the ability to kill Domina Profundis.

Finnegrin taunting him about his dark magic usage, typical villain spiel of asking if Callum has never thought about it or wanted/needed to use it. Learning that Callum has studied it extensively (and though Callum points out that he has also studied the other types, his curiosity always seems to get the better of him) and has once used it, to save his friends. Finnegrin taking this information in and twisting it on the boy. The defeated way Callum gets pushed out by Finnegrin, seeing all his friends chained up and having to make a “decision” for Finnegrin.

Finnegrin forcing Callum to choose one of his friends' hand to cut off. Not being able to choose anyone, and the gang standing up for each other, offering their own hands. Preaching the love and friendship deal, only to peeve off Finnegrin even more, who tries to goad Callum into using dark magic once again. You can see the way he actually thinks about it, the guilt in his eyes but also the determination to save his friends. Only for Rayla to escape, making sure to take any option for dark magic out of Callum's hands. I believe if Rayla hadn't intervened, Callum would've eventually gone through with it, as the main thing holding him back was said guilt and own mental blockage. Finnegrin then freezing Rayla's blood, putting her in excruciating pain, and Callum, doing a full 180, goes batshite over Rayla being tortured, decking Finnegrin full force in the face. He is calm when faced with his own pain, but when someone he loves is hurt, especially due to his inability to do anything, he immediately loses his temper.

However, this small win ends them back up at square one, with Callum tied up and at the captain's mercy. When Finnegrin tells him that he's gonna feed Rayla to the leviathan, and Callum can't do anything, he immediately gives up the info, thinking that would save her. Only for Finnegrin to turn around and go "nuh-uh," completely destroying him.

He can't even save the person he loves. Callum may have primal magic (one or two of the arcanum depending on how you want to look at it), but he still can't do anything; he is completely useless in this moment. Realizing this, all hope drains out of him, and he does the only thing he can think of, spill the beans. He begins to break his principles by telling Finnegrin the dark magic spell (one of the darkest spells at that), in hopes of him releasing Rayla, only for it to backfire and be completely for nothing. Now, not only can he not save Rayla, but now Finnegrin can kill Domina Profundis. The guilt weighs even harder on him, he has essentially doomed everyone.

Then, Callum gets out, stands up to Finnegrin, using his own arcanum against him, gaining said arcanum at the same time (also, I just really love how he figured it out, using Finnegrin's words against him, and the idea behind the ocean arcanum is just very fun, I just really liked this moment), and save his homies.

So, everything turns out fine, right? Nope!

Callum had to use dark magic to get out, preforming the same snake chain spell he had before on his restraints. When he was all out of options, Callum always reverts back to what he knows, even if it might break his morals. And while this action is totally justifiable, as he basically had to, Callum doesn't really seem to see it that way. Despite knowing that there are parts of himself he can't understand, he still is riddled with grief over it. The deep pain and guilt on his face as he hugs Rayla, not telling her or anyone else what he had to do to get out, shows us that he believes he had committed a grave sin. In his eyes, he is just as bad as Viren and Claudia, and he is still dealing with the PTSD of being possessed by Aaravos, of having the chance to turn completely to the dark side. This paranoia and anxiety makes him keep everything to himself. He doesn't think they would understand or forgive him, and he doesn't think they should, as he doesn't really either.

The ocean arcanum also gives us a look into Callum. He states himself about how it is accepting the hidden depths in oneself, even if you may not truly understand it. Callum's ability and willingness to do dark magic at times is part of those deeper depths. He doesn't truly understand it yet, and may never will, but, like any other human, there are many paths for him to follow. I do not think he is truly evil, or what he has done is irredeemable, but I believe that Callum, like all of us, is neither truly good or bad, but chooses where he takes himself (we also see this with Viren throughout the season). He could become someone filled with light and kindness, a "do-gooder" if you will, which is what I believe he wants to be, but he could also lead himself down a much darker path if he isn't careful, placing himself among the ranks of Aaravos, Viren, and Finnegrin, or he could be someone who carefully struts the line in the middle. The point is that it is up to him. Though he has become in tune with the ocean arcanum and those "hidden depths," him not accurately understanding his potential for darkness could usher him into a much more disastrous existence. Hopefully linking with the ocean arcanum will allow him to slowly accept these parts of himself and find a true balance between dark and primal magic, whatever that balance may be.

(Also the implications of him being the one in the intro rather than Viren...)

All in all, this whole episode was just very whump (even in the B plot somewhat). Callum and Finnegrin were very much whumpee and whumper -coded and you can't convince me otherwise.

The emotions in this episode for the main gang were top-notch. Watching what each character did to try to help themselves and their friends, and seeing the physical and emotional consequences of their actions (whether positive or negative) was amazing. Not just with Callum, but also the others (Ezran instantly offering himself up again and again, practically begging; Rayla breaking herself out to try and save Callum, only to be quickly and severely subdued; and Soren continuously taking the hits to help Elmer find his own worth, saving the gang in the process), was very well done.

ABSOLUTELY SCRUMDIDDLYUMPTIOUS!

I hope we get more moments like this in future seasons.

[actuallysaiyan]

I Wanna Be Adored(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

warnings: MAJOR SPOILERS!! PROCEED WITH CAUTION, a fix-it fic, mentions of major character death, fluff, angst, mentions of violence/dark themes, lots of sadness, happy ending, flashback scenes are in italics, canon divergent/AU word count: 1.8k pairings: Kento Nanami x Fem!Reader a/n: I haven't watched the newest episode of JJK, but I remember the feeling I had when I read that chapter in the manga. Here's for all the ones who hate the canon story in the manga!

The night felt colder than it should have. He knows he shouldn’t have ever let you go off on your own, but everything was just absolute chaos that night. He remembers being with Megumi and Ino and then trying to make a point of getting back to you. Kento wasn’t going to let this night end in disaster when it came to you. You were his shining light, his reason to live. If he’s got to maim or kill to get back to you, he will. He absolutely would do anything to make sure no harm came to you.

The problem was how good of a sorcerer you are. Not that he didn’t believe you couldn’t take care of yourself, but he knows you enjoy throwing yourself into battle so much. He’s seen you with that same smirk Gojo usually sports. The two of you aren’t too far off in terms of personality. The same things that irk him about Gojo, they are so endearing in you. You shine so beautifully. You show him things he’s so long forgotten.

That’s why it was so important to him to find you. Despite the chaos and the destruction, Nanami was going to find you and hold you close. He’d fully confess his feelings to you, though you were already sure you knew he wanted to settle down with you and start a family. But Namami wasn’t going to let this chance pass him by. He curses himself for being so silly for waiting so long to finally spill the beans to you. Still, he knows you won’t judge him.

An uncontrollable rage filled Kento as he found the body of Ijichi lying on the ground. Though he initially believes the man to be dead, Kento is relieved to know that he’s going to be able to help him. The sudden realization of just how intense all of this is hits Kento and he’s suddenly so scared to find you in such a way. He’s scared that you might have gotten a little too cocky with everything and that you jumped head first in a battle that might have been too much for you.

After finding Nobara and Nitta, Kento vows that the next thing he’s going to do is to find you. He won’t do anything stupid or rash. Even after wasting Shigemo, Kento knows he needs to find you. His heart races with every step he takes. His anger is almost overtaking him as he begins to imagine the worst of the worst.

If he found your body on the ground, broken and bruised and bleeding, he’s so sure he’d lose his mind. You are utterly the only thing that matters in his entire life. He needs you more than you’ll ever know. You really mean that much to him, Before you, Kento was a shell of a man. You brought light into his heart and it has never gone out.

Things become even more dire as he meets up with Maki and Naobito Zenin. Not being able to find you makes Kento more nervous. The curses that come next seem to be relentless and he finds himself in the middle of a serious attack. The pain is incredible, but the pain of not being able to see you before he loses his life is even worse. Kento knows this is more than likely the end for himself.

Meanwhile, you’re out of your mind trying to find your lover. You knew you shouldn’t have run off either, but the call of a good fight to protect the people you love is what fueled you to keep going. You were going to fight until your last breath if that’s what it took to protect everyone and keep the world safe. Even after finding out that Satoru was sealed, you still took it upon yourself to take the lead in many of these fights.

You tend to the wounded when you can, but you still can’t stop thinking about Kento. You worry dearly for the love of your life. You look for him everywhere you can, but you’re always stopped by something or someone else. When you aren’t actively defeating curses, you’re on the move to the next battle. And when you’re not battling or moving to another part of the area, you’re helping the wounded or you’re caring for those who are about to perish.

Your heart clenches when you begin to imagine the worst. You think about finding your lover on the ground, broken and cracked like he’s nothing. Discarded pile of flesh and bones for you to discover in horror. It terrifies you to think that you may never get to kiss him again. You may never get to hold him. Never get to see that gorgeous smile of his again. It’s killing you inside to be apart from Kento. He’s always been your rock, your knight in shining armor. Everything about him is perfect in your eyes.

You hold out hope that you’ll be reunited with your lover soon. You’ll do anything to make sure you see him again. This night will be a very old memory one day, one you two will think was crazy and you’ll reminisce about how much you’ve gone through this night.

After the fight with Dagon, Kento wonders truly if this is the end of the road for him. He thinks of your beautiful face, that shining smile. It’s enough to keep him going, but he’s more than ready to let this all end. He knows you’ll be distraught, but you’re strong enough to get through it all without him. It’ll take some time, but you’ll fight through the pain of losing him. With a good support team and some therapy, Kento knows that you’ll make it through this. Once he emerges from the domain, he’s met with the evil curse Jogo. The pain is searing through his body as he is almost completely incinerated. He lays on the ground, writhing in pain. Even if he lives through this, you probably won’t even be able to look at him the same way. Not with his damaged eye and his scars. You’ll probably want to leave him and live a much better life than to have to take care of such a scarred man.

The later it gets, the more terrified you get. You know that you’re probably going to lose the love of your life in this battle. He won’t be returning to you. You’ll find him just as you pictured before, lying in a heap of his own blood and bones. The lifeless body of your lover will be the thing that renders you completely insane. How will you even live on without him? You try to remain calm, but you’re so damn scared. You’re fucking losing it.

You set off on your own, in search of the man who has shown you just how beautiful life is. You go looking for him, knowing this might be your last hope. Maybe you’re both strong enough to get through this. Your eyes are scanning your surroundings as you call out his name. Your heart is wrenching in your chest as you begin to find yourself losing hope. You’re about to turn around and search elsewhere when you spot him. You gasp in shock as you see him.

That voice…

It belongs to the curse Mahito. You shudder as you watch him taunt your lover. You feel like you’re running too slow to reach Kento. You shout his name, and Mahito mocks you as well. He’s yelling Kento’s name in the same desperate tone you are, angering your lover even more. Kento turns to look at you and you get to see just how badly he was hurt. You feel your heart breaking. Your beautiful lover has been so disfigured and all you want to do is reach him and hold him close. Before you can even do anything, you watch in horror as Mahito gleefully sets his sights on your lover.

“Nanamin?” Yuji’s gentle voice can be heard, and Kento turns towards his student. There’s a small smile on his face.

“You’ve got it from here,” Kento tells Yuji, then he turns to you and smiles brightly.

A loud scream escapes you as you watch your lover be killed right in front of you. You collapse on your knees as Yuji becomes enraged. The last thing Kento remembers is the sound of your voice…

“Daddy?” a soft voice is heard from the doorway. Kento opens his good eye, peeking over at the blonde little girl standing there.

Kento stretches lightly, then he sits up on the bed. He’s pretty sure he was dreaming of that dreadful night again. Kento is still not sure how he managed to escape that last attack from Mahito, but he is very glad he did. Kento smiles as he sees his daughter pitter-pattering her way into the room.

“Were you sleepin’, daddy?” she asks as she hops onto the bed. Even though his wounds have healed over the years, she is still very careful not to hurt him on his sensitive side.

“Yeah, I guess I was.” Kento says with a chuckle, pulling his little girl closer to him. She nuzzles her face into his chest, sighing happily as she gets a whiff of her father’s comforting scent. These days, he smells like old books and cozy blankets.

There’s a knock on the bedroom door and Kento’s heart swells with affection when he sees you with a tray of food. You’ve got that same playful smirk spread on your face like you always did, but motherhood has tamed you a little. You set the tray down on the bedside table and you join your two loved ones on the bed.

“Were you having that dream again?” You ask Kento, seeing the dazed look in his good eye. He keeps the other one covered with an eyepatch most times.

Kento sighs and he nods, “Yeah…that was some night, huh?”

Your daughter presses a soft kiss on her father’s cheek, clinging to him by wrapping her arms around his neck. He kisses the top of her head, then he ruffles her blonde curls. He can’t believe just how fortunate he is to have both of you. After that dreadful night, Kento retired and you two moved somewhere calm and relaxing. He got the chance to read all those books he thought he’d never get the chance. And of course, he started a family with you quite quickly.

“I’m so glad I didn’t lose you that night,” you murmur as you lean against him.

Kento laughs, “Me too, sweetheart.”

And for a moment, the three of you cuddle on the bed, enjoying the sensations of being so close to one another. Nothing will ever tear your little family apart…

[artful-aries]

Thoughts On Marriage + How They Would Propose (Xiao, Alhaitham, Itto)

Xiao:

​​In all likelihood, he wouldn’t really think about marriage nor want it

​​It’s not that he doesn’t love you, far from it; Xiao just has a hard time wrapping his brain around this mortal idea

​​He’s already sworn himself to you, isn’t that enough?

​​If you stress how important it is to you, or explain that marriage would just make his oath visible for everyone to see, he would consider it

​​If he eventually does decide to marry you, don’t expect his proposal to be grand or thought out

​​Xiao would likely just come up to you and say, “I have considered this ‘marriage’ that you spoke of, and I will do the ceremony with you. How do we get married?”

​​It’s almost endearing to see how puzzled he is by the concept, but it means a lot that he is stepping out of his comfort zone for you

​​He does eventually get you a ring; in fact, he makes the ring himself with the help of Cloud Retainer of course, but he would rather die than admit he needed assistance

​​Xiao thinks it is probably best that Cloud Retainer took over the crafting anyhow; he already worried about his karmic debt tainting you, and constantly wearing a ring imbued with his powers might make some of that debt transfer to you

​​Even if Xiao does not cave to your desire to get married, he will always be with you, guarding you like he guards the people of Liyue

​​

​​Alhaitham:

​​He’s another one that wouldn’t be keen on the idea of marriage, but he’s not exactly opposed to it either

​​The idea just seems a bit trivial and almost taxing to him. Alhaitham would rather spend his time and energy on other things rather than a ceremony that ultimately wouldn’t change the way he feels about you

​​He loves you, and doesn’t want you going about something as troublesome as marriage just to prove something to yourself

​​The way to win him over is to present to him a pros and cons list. This will appeal to his logical side and show that you aren’t just blinded by your emotions when suggesting this, you’re giving it a lot of serious thought

​​He is surprisingly easy to convince once you’ve given him the list; even if he may not agree with all of your points on there, or has a few to add of his own, he does acknowledge that being married would reap more benefits than not

​​Once that is settled, he leaves the subject alone for a while, so long in fact that you think he has entirely forgotten or ignored the conversation

​​But then, he surprises you one evening by taking you to a nice dinner and presenting you the most gorgeous ring you have ever seen

​​He’s straightforward with his proposal, but you don’t miss the look of absolute adoration in his eyes as he says, “(Y/N), as we discussed prior, I would like for you to marry me. Would you do me the honor of allowing me to put this ring on your finger?”

​​

​​Itto:

​​He would act like he doesn’t think much of marriage. Chaining down the great Arataki Itto? As if!

​​Secretly though he’s obsessed with the idea. The mental image of you with a pretty little ring on your finger drives him nuts

​​Tries to hatch a plan with the boys to gather up enough money to buy you a ring so he can propose, but they end up losing steam after a week or two

​​Itto then goes to Shinobu for advice, who actually reorients their efforts quite well and somehow manages to make sure they don’t accidentally spill the beans about the proposal

​​Before long, Itto has a nice ring picked out and a grand plan to declare his love for you in front of all Inazuma city which Shinobu shuts down before it starts

​​With his initial plans rightfully thwarted, he can barely contain himself and proposes to you the next time you visit him and the gang

​​Itto is a bit cheesy with his proposal, but with his lopsided grin it’s hard to imagine saying no to that face

​​“(Y/N), babe, I love you. Would you…be the numero two of the Arataki Gang?”

​​Shinobu could strangle him for his poor choice of words, but seeing as though you’re happy regardless she lets it go

[ohtobeleah]

Sticks & Stones // A ToE Blurb

Summary: The one where Rooster finds out about the time you absolutely let loose on your daughter during her teenage hellion years while he was on an eight week deployment. And the one you find out you weren’t the only one who kept parenting secrets.

Warnings: Angst. Teenage hellion Odette Bradshaw. Bradley Bradshaw x F!reader. Platonic Rhett Abbott x F!reader.

Word Count: 4k

-> Fade away from reality with the Terms of Endearment series here

I think throughout your parenting life together you and Rooster keep certain things from each other. Not out of spite or with malice intentions. It would be to simply keep the other from spiralling or needing to worry about a situation that had already been dealt with. That had already been handled appropriately and most likely to a parenting degree that would be deemed acceptable by the other party. 

“I remember this one time mum tore shreds off me after I got an after school detention.” This one can be titled: “The one where Rooster finds out about the time you absolutely let loose on your daughter during her teenage hellion years while he was on an eight week deployment.” 

Odette Fitch knew it wasn’t just because of the after school detention. She was big enough and grown enough to understand her wrongs as a teenager—but that didn’t make the pill any easier to swallow. 

“I've never seen her like that before nor do I ever want to see her like that again.” Odette explained all the while she sat by the fire— burning bright orange and red embers in the fire pit Chase had built, explaining how Harrison, her threenager, got in trouble for kicking dirt in some poor kid’s eyes during free play at daycare. “I didnt understand why she was so mad, why she was so emotional but fuck dad–I get it now.” 

“I don't think I know about this one?” Bradley shook his head softly as he took a sip from his beer bottle. “When did you get an after school detention?” Odette can't help but to chuckle, of course you hadn’t told him. You went off like no tomorrow which wasn't like you at all. Your tolerance for bullshit was usually pretty high–but that particular day Odette and her teenage antics had pushed you to a limit that even scared you. It was no wonder you never mentioned it to Bradley. 

So, Dot spills the beans, she finishes her beer and settles a little further into the back of her camp chair and lulled her head to the side to tell her dear old dad about the time she saw you burn in. 

Fourteen Years Earlier: 

“When your father hears about this Odette you better count your lucky stars that he doesn't ship you out to Wabang or better yet, Australia!” 

“It's not that big of a deal mum–” Dot trailed in behind you with her school bag slumped over her shoulder. She was too cool for school nowadays. “Everyone does it!” She’d been busted by a teacher, skipping P:E in favour of an excursion to the lake that bordered the school grounds. There was an old cabin out there one of the groundskeepers used to live in way back in the 70’s. Apparently it was haunted. Dot didn't think so. But she wanted to check it out nevertheless.

“You are not everyone, Odette, you are your own person with bodily autonomy and critical thinking skills and you should know better!” The consequences to Odette's actions had been a call from the principal's office in the middle of the day. You were beyond furious about being pulled away from work, work you were inundated with. What followed was a lengthy discussion with the schools guidance counsellor about your daughter's declining behaviour during class and her grade averages. Odette was smart; she just didn't apply herself–or just didn't see the point in doing so.  

“Uncle Jake said you hated school! Said you hardly ever showed up and that when you did it was to work on stuff in the metal room.” Odette thought she had you backed into a corner as you stopped and turned on your heels. “Yeah, I know things.” It was then you pressed your lips together in a fine line and wished Jake was currently in the US to feel your wrath. But he wasn't. No, He was in Townsville Queensland. In fucking Australia. It said so on the google calendar that sat on your kitchen countertop. The one everyone used. 

“Your uncle is a liar.” He wasn't. You hated school, it was hard being the smartest person in the room and feeling like you knew nothing all at the same time. You were a delinquent at best during your teenage years so the fact you had a teenage dirtbag yourself shouldn't have shocked you all that much. It didn't shock Jake that was for sure. The apple didn't fall too far from the tree he’d tell you when you'd call him just to rant about Odettes’ latest attempt at sending you to an early grave. “And we aren't talking about me, we’re talking about you and your grades and the fact you have an after school detention on Wednesday that I now have to leave work early to come and get your from when you know I work late Wednesdays!” 

There was a small pause in the argument that had begun to bubble over and before you knew what was happening—Odette was challenging you without hesitation.

“Oh i’m so sorry you have to leave work, not like you spend enough time there anyway!” Dot hissed. 

“Enough young lady, your father and I work hard to give you a good life.” That much was true—you never wanted your kids to grow up like you did. You’d do anything to keep a roof over their head and food in their mouths and keep clothes on their backs. 

“Maybe if Mr Carson wasn't such a tight ass–” Dot mumbled under her breath as she sighed and rolled her eyes. This sucked. Everything sucked. 

“Don't you blame anyone but yourself for this situation, Odette.” You pointed a stern finger at your daughter. “And be thankful it's me you're dealing with now and not your father, he’d be livid if he knew.” And then, Odette Bradshaw said it. For the first time ever she said something that tore your heart from your chest, rung it out like a wet sponge before discarding it in the trash.

“How can dad know about it!” She shouted. “He's in prison, remember?” Silence, Odette heard nothing but silence. No “Go to your room young lady.” or “You’re grounded.” Silence was all she heard as you stood there speechless trying to process what your daughter had just said to you. Odette took your silence as a leverage point, she thought she’d won the battle but decided to twist the knife a little deeper just to see how far she could push this new rhetoric. “Rooster isn't my real dad, so he doesn’t get to have a say in what I do and don't do.” Again you were speechless as you stood there with wide eyes trying to regulate the way your heart thumped against your chest. “And he's not even here mum! He's in the middle of the damn ocean somewhere so empty threats aside, I think I'll take my chances when he does come back.” 

Odette really did think she had you beat when you didn't say a word. She smirked, reached for her school bag that she'd dumped by the leg of the table and slung it over her shoulder before turning on her heels. It was then through a haze of rage and repressed emotions that you let your daughter, your first born, the first love you had ever known, have it. 

“Oh–fuck you kid!” You snapped through gritted teeth. Odette had never heard you swear before, let alone heard you swear at one of your three kids. “Fuck you!” When you said it again Odette just scoffed in shock. She was in utter disbelief. 

“Did you really just say that?” She asked softly, confused. 

“Yeah–yeah I really just said fuck you, and I mean how fucking dare you.” There was a rage behind your eyes Dot had never seen before. A sadness. “ After all I have done, after all that I have given to you, my life, my love, my body!” You paused as you stepped a little close to your daughter. “I broke my fucking vagina for that big fucking head of yours!” You spat, it was too much for Odette to compute as you spoke with venom lacing your tone. “And I had to be surgically sewn back together, I bet you didn't know that, did you? Well guess who does know? Your uncle because he was there! Not your fucking father!” 

Odette didn't know that, She always just assumed that her dad had been there when you gave birth to her. Why wasn't he there she wondered? Why wasn’t he there to watch her be born? 

“Oh and you calling him your dad, that's rich considering you have never known the man! So rich when the man who is your father, who is your dad in all the ways that matter most loves you so unconditionally that he adopted you as his own!” You were on a warpath and Odette was your target. “After all those years of your ‘father’ driving me insane with his abuse and his condescending ‘my loves’” You paused to hold back tears as flashes from your past played out like a rolodex behind your eyes. “He talked to me like I was worthless, treated me like trash until I got sick of it!” 

“Mum?” Odette tried to interrupt as tears began to stream down your cheeks. 

“I wanted happiness Odette–” Was all you sobbed. “I deserve happiness! I’m a fucking human being Dot!” You tried to pull yourself together because this wasn't about you or what you wanted. You were a selfless mother who gave everything you had to your children and this was the most vulnerable any of them had ever seen you. 

“Don't you dare bitch to me about my career, little miss ‘I’m so progressive!’ Yes! I worked my ass off to get where I am and I wanted it.” Flashbacks from the time Jake and your own guidance counsellor helped you graduate flashed before your eyes. They believed in you when most people didn't. When you didn't even believe in yourself. 

“I wanted to mean something in this world! I didn’t know that was a fucking crime!?” 

“Mum–” Odette was at a loss for words but nevertheless she still tried. You didn't let her speak. You weren’t done yet. 

“Life isn't perfect, oaky baby? We don't get everything we want. But you’re young, you know, so go on, go make the perfect little life that you want and you see how fucking easy it is and stop bitching and complaining and blaiming me! after all I have ever done and all I will ever do has been in your best goddamn interest.” 

It was Odette's turn to stand in silence, unsure of what to say back to you after your rant. It was clear she broke your heart—that much was evident, but Odette was too hot headed and knew what she thought was everything she ever needed to know. After all, she was fifteen. 

“I’m—“ As Dot when to speak, you held your hand up in order to silence your daughter. She hated the tears that streamed down your face as you refused to look at her. “Mum?”

“Go to your room, I’ve got to go get your brother and sister from school.” Without another world, it was just Odette left in the big house that usually houses five souls at any given time. She felt sick to her stomach for upsetting you so much. 

But as she heard the car start in the driveway she knew she wouldn’t apologise for it. You’d be fine. You were her mother—you had no choice but to love her even when you wanted to kill her. 

Present Day: 

“Now before you whoop my twenty nine year old ass, I did end up apologising and I did go to that detention and I’ve since learnt my lesson.” Dot scrambled to get all that out before Rooster had a chance to lean over and wrap his hands around his daughter’s throat. 

You’d never told him about that, Rooster never would have known if his daughter didn’t spill the test fourteen years later. And even if fourteen years had past Bradley knew that you probably thought about that fight a lot. 

“Your mother was right kid, I would have throttled you.” Bradley shook his head in disbelief, it was fourteen years ago but he was only finding out about it now. He felt like he was the last to know. He should have known, right?

Later that same evening when Bradley made his way home, he opened the front door to the smell of something homely simmering away on the stovetop. Homemade chicken and feta pesto pasta. One of his favourites. 

The portion size had dwindled from five to four to three to two back to three over the years, with kids grown and flying in and out of the house without a second's notice. But the one thing that always remained the same was the love cooked into the food you prepared for your family. No matter how little or how much. 

“Hey Roo.” You beamed as you took a sip from the glass of wine in your hand. You’d just finished cleaning up the kitchen after having used every possible surface available. “How’s Dot doing?” 

“She’s good, Harrison’s giving her a little trouble but she’s good.” Bradley explained as he made his way over to you. “But—she actually told me a little story about a fight the two of you had?” It was the taunting tone your husband used that made you immediately feeling hot in the cheeks. Bradley wasted no time in trapping you between the countertop and his torso, with strong arms encompassing you. “The one where you—“

“No she didn’t!” You cupped a single hand over your mouth with wide eyes when the realisation hit you like a ton of bricks. “That little shit head I swore her to secrecy!” Bradley reached for your glass of wine, he took a sip before he pressed his lips together and leaned in to kiss your cheek softly from behind.” 

“You never told me—“ 

“I didn’t want you knowing I swore at her.” You admitted. “You were deployed and I didn’t want you worrying about us at home and—“ Before you could finish your sentence, Rooster spun you around in his hood and had his lips on yours as he pressed you up against the kitchen counter top. His hands were firmly on your hips, holding you close to him lovingly. 

“Before anything, I am a husband and a father first baby.” He reminded you as he let his forehead rest against yours. “I know why you didn’t tell me, and I’m not mad you didn’t because you handled it better than I probably would have—“ Bradley explained as he pushed your hair behind your ear. “But I wish you didn’t have to deal with those very real and very valid emotions by yourself.” 

You paused for a brief moment, smiling up at your loving husband and the aroma of his favourite meal consumed the two of you. 

“Well if it makes you feel any better baby I wasn’t entirely alone.” You explained as you got to work plating up a bowl of pesto pasta for your husband. 

Fourteen Years Earlier: 

What Dot didn’t see was the panic attack that overcame you to the point you had to pull over on the side of the road to let it take its course. Memories of that fateful night and that bloodied devil-like smirk flashed before your eyes. Even after all these years the mere mention of your ex brought you to your damn knees in a crumpled heap. He was a monster. 

With Bradley deployed and Jake overseas a world away in the land down under, you reached for your phone and called the only person you knew would answer your call the first time round. 

“Boys!” Rhett’s loud and boisterous voice travelled down the hall. He was standing in the kitchen making his seven year old boys lunch. Turkey and cheese on wholemeal bread. “Quit fuck assing around, come get your lunch!” As Rhett flung the tea towel over his shoulder and started to pack up the mess he’d made making lunch for his boys—he felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket. A loud thud came from the living room just around the corner—then? Complete and utter silence. If Rhett knew anything about his kids it’s that when a thud is followed by silence it’s usually not a good thing. “BOYS! you better both be alive when I round that corner!” 

Rhett threw the butter and the block of cheese he’d mangled with a less than sharp butter knife into the fridge haphazardly before he kicked the fridge door shut with his boot. He wasted not a second of time, he needed to investigate the silence now shrouding the farmhouse. As he walked he fished his phone from his back pocket to see your name lighting up his caller ID. ‘Ace.’ 

“Hol’ on—m’ parentin’.” Rhett mumbled as he swiped the pad of his thumb across his screen and held his phone to his ear. Keep it there with his shoulder as he rounded the corner to see one of his twins, Liam, laying on the ground with his eyes closed. “LUKE!” Rhett bellowed into the phone, for a second it made you laugh because Rhett and parenting in the same sentence still made you smile. “What did you do to your brother huh?” 

“He fell!” Luke ran out from behind the lounge and down the hall. “I didn’t touch him!” Rhett groaned in defeat as he scooped his son off the ground to make sure he was still alive. Yep. There was a heartbeat and breathe inside his lungs. 

“I’m fine, I just need a minute—“ Liam mumbled. “And to not fix fences this afternoon.” 

“You ain’t dead, dying or debilitated.” Rhett chuckled as he watched Liam side on the couch with deflated shoulders. “Go eat your lunch and find your brother before I do.” How the fuck was Rhett Abbott a dad? “We’re heading out at two.” 

Liam groaned as he flung himself off the lounge and headed on into the kitchen. It was then Rhett exhaled a sigh and turned all his attention back to you—still waiting patiently on the other end of the line. “How much do you think I could get for two feral seven year olds?” 

“Probably a little more than a fifteen year old delinquent.” You replied softly as you sat pulled over on the side of the road with your hazards on and your forehead pressed against the steering wheel. “I’m sending her to live with you.” Rhett chuckled as he sat on the lounge and held his phone up to his ear. 

“What she do this time?” It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for you and Rhett to call each other to discuss your children’s antics. Being separated and a co-parenting dad with two twin boys that hardly knew what he was doing, more often than not it was Rhett calling you. But on the odd occasion you called him? It made him feel validated in a sense that it was okay to not have everything under control all the time. “Y/n? What she do this time?” 

“We were arguing about how she got an after school detention—“ You explained only a few details. “And then she hit me with the Bradley’s not her real dad argument when I said she was lucky he wasn’t here to reprimand her.” It knocked the wind right out of Rhett’s lungs. “She’s fifteen! I’m not ready to talk about this yet! She can’t know Rhett—she can’t—she—“ Rhett could tell by the rapid breathing and the panicked tone coming through the phone that you weren’t okay. He looked over to the little digital calendar in the corner of the living room that you all had and saw that Bradley was still on deployment for another two weeks. 

“Ace, listen to me?” Rhett tried his best to console you as he rubbed a hand across his tired face. “You don’t have to tell her, no one will ever force you to tell her anything you don’t want her to know, but she’s a smart kid man—she’s gonna figure it out eventually.” 

“Fuck you Rhett—“ That wasn’t the reaction Rhett was expecting but nevertheless it forced a chuckled from his chest. “You didn’t see the way she dug that knife in, she knew what she said and she meant it too.” 

“Kids are brutal, teenagers are the worst.” Rhett replied. “It’s sticks and stones Ace, be the bigger person and just let her have this one.” You knew Rhett wasn’t invalidating your feelings, he was just giving you level headed advice. 

“Are you kidding me?” 

“Nah—“ Rhett smiled with half his mouth as he watched his boys come back into the living room with their sandwiches. Both sitting in front of the TV to watch something Rhett could only assume was mind numbing. He wasn’t allowed to watch TV as a kid, but he wasn’t about to be like his father. “I’m serious, I think she won this round, but just because she KO’d you doesn’t mean you won’t get back up.” 

“I hate you, you know that right?” You groaned into the phone. “Jake would have told me to take the door handle off her door and leave her in there for a week.” You knew that Jake would have been serious too. “I should have called him for moral support, not you and your rational responses.” 

You needed level headedness though, you needed someone to pull you back from the edge of a full blown parenting breakdown and of all people it was Rhett Abbott who did so. He smiled to himself because he knew you’d be okay, he knew the tears had slowly begun to fade and he knew that when you got home? You’d still love your shit head of a daughter. 

“That’s exactly why Hangman doesn’t have kids.” 

Present Day: 

There’s a barely twenty one year old emerging from his room right about the time Bradley has you sitting on the countertop while he stands between your legs. If anything the Bradshaw kids were exposed to public displays of affection more often than most kids were but that was because they had parents who were oh so in love. 

For Nicky Bradshaws who’s home on a rare visit between trips overseas and dedicating his entire life to the sport he loved so much, the fact he watched his parents suck faces often throughout his childhood never made the sight any less gross. 

Nick stood dead in his tracks as he watched his father stand between his mothers legs with his tongue in her mouth like he was starved of oxygen. He let his presence be known by clearing his throat. 

“I still technically live here, you know.” Nick side eyed the two of you as Rooster stepped away to let you down from where he had you perched. It wasn’t a kiss laced with lust—but it had been a kiss filled with love for the woman who had built her own version of a perfect life. “I think I deserve to be able to use the common areas of the house without needing lasik after losing my vision after having walked in on you two getting in on.” Your youngest pointed between you and Bradley. “Y’all have a bedroom—use it.” 

“It wasn’t like that honey.” You tapped your son on the chest. “Here, have some dinner before your father eats it all.” 

“I heard Harry kicked dirt in some poor kid's eyes today.” Nick chuckled at the way his oldest sister had rung him up in the car. “Can’t say he isn’t hers now—“ Bradley laughed along with his son as you deadpanned the both of them. The look you sent them shut their laughter up real quick. “Oh come on ma! Admit it, she was a handful teen and you know it.” 

“You weren’t perfect either Bud.” Rooster had your back before you even needed to defend Odette. “I still remember the time I caught that girl sneaking out of your room when you were fifteen—“ Immediately, before the sentence was even finished, Bradley knew he’d fucked up. 

“What girl?” Your eyes went wide. “Nick? When did you have a girl in your room when you were fifteen?” Throughout your parenting life together you and Rooster keep certain things from each other. Not out of spite or with malice intentions. It would be to simply keep the other from spiralling or needing to worry about a situation that had already been dealt with. “Bradley? What girl!?” You hissed as you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“It’s a long story Ma.” Nick replied with a mouthful of pasta. 

“Well it’s a good thing I’m not busy.” You turned to your husband who looked like a kicked puppy. He kept things from you too. And he kept this one from you for a good fucking reason—Nick had begged him to for his own safety.

Nick knew you’d throw sticks and stones at him if you found out he lost his virginity when he was just fifteen. 

“Spill the beans boys.” You willed the pair of them to sit at the table. Nick shook his head in defiance with a mouthful of pasta. 

“No thanks, I chose life.” 

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The Moms 4

Matt, Frank, Y/N and Peter were not ready for the blip.

I wanted to do another Matt x Reader x Frank, so the moms are back.

Reader doesn't have a gender here. They are all Peter's moms, that's it.

They weren't always together.

Of course they weren't always together, since they weren't really a family. Matt had his job, Frank was a wanted criminal, Peter had his aunt plus the school, and Y/N loved their independence.

They called each other the spider's 'moms', and they sometimes shared a bed, but they had never really discussed what that meant. Really meant.

This was not surprising.

The Devil had taken a long time to let them approach, focusing on his mission of protecting the city, and convinced that he was ruining the lives of everyone who approached him.

Frank didn't share this belief, but there were times when his gaze would wander into space as Peter spoke to him, and everyone knew he was thinking about his wife and children.

Y/N had no family. They had never had a family and they weren't sure how to behave in this situation. But everything seemed to be going well, so none of them had broached the subject of terminology, or the future.

It was a perfectly normal day when it happened.

Peter was at school, Matt was working, and Y/N had decided to follow Frank to prevent him from killing too many people while trying to dismantle an arms sales ring. Of course there had been problems, they had both almost been killed several times, and the Punisher was absolutely not happy when he returned to his hideout, yelling at Y/N like they were a stupid child.

No, not really, because Frank never yelled at children, even stupid ones, not even at Peter. It was just for Matt and Y/N.

“Do you realize you could have taken a bullet to the head ?!”

"Thanks, I was there. I was also there when that guy tried to stab you, and when another one threw a grenade at you, and when the last one wanted to hang you ! Don't try to lecture me , hypocryt !”

“Maybe all this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t been there !”

“I saved your life !”

"No, you distracted me. If I hadn't had to check that you weren't in danger, I would have been more focused, and I wouldn't have gotten caught !"

"You don't know ! You could have died too, and I would have learned of your death on television ! What would Matt have said ? How would Peter have reacted ? Who would take care of Max ?"

“Oh, shut up !” Frank growled, throwing his weapons on the couch, before going into the bathroom to calm down and wash the blood off his face.

When he came back into the room, Y/N was gone. Typical, he thought at the time, considering he was right. He was always right to be worried and annoyed when the pup, Red, and the kid were in his legs, in danger of being hurt or worse, and why ?

Their methods were not effective. He was the only one who could truly protect the city. To be able to protect them.

Frank sighed as his phone rang. He didn't want to talk tonight, he was too tired. But the phone rang again and again, and when he saw Matt's name, he knew he couldn't ignore it. Red never called without having a good reason.

“… Frank ?” he asked in a small voice, almost a whisper, full of doubt and fear, which was unlike him.

"A problem, Red ? Because I just got back from a mission and I'm exhausted."

"… You're alright ?"

"Yes. Are you hurt ? In a trash can ?"

"… You didn't see the news. There was an attack. Aliens, like in 2012. The Avengers confronted them, they quickly left, but… Something happened afterwards."

“Red, spill the beans.”

"Foggy and Karen… They were there, and then all of a sudden I was alone in the office. I heard… I heard them all disappear, Frank. Suddenly. I tried to contact them, but nothing. Peter doesn't answer, neither does Y/N. Are they with you ?"

Everything Matt was saying made no sense to Frank, but it was clear that he was about to have a panic attack, so he did his best to reassure him, telling him that they would find what that it had happened, that Peter was on a school trip, and that Y/N had just left home after a slight argument.

"Are you sure ? Can you call them ?"

"Yeah. But I'll join you, okay ? You don't move."

Obviously, the Devil wasn't the only one panicking. No one paid attention to Frank as he made his way to Hell's Kitchen, while he didn't really bother to hide, everyone was too busy shouting the names of people who also seemed to have disappeared.

In his office, Matt was on the floor, shaking, and still trying to contact his friends, and the kid, and Y/N. But no one answered.

"They were with you, you swear ? Y/N is fine, and Peter just can't answer, and we're going to find out where Karen is, and Foggy, and everyone else ? You promise me that, Frank ?"

"Yes, Red. I promise." He said, hoping he really believed it so it wasn't a lie, while hugging Murdock.

In the end, Peter wasn't on a school trip. He followed Stark to the alien ship, and he didn't come back. Y/N was unreachable, but after mourning his wife who had also disappeared, Micro had confirmed that the pup had never left the hideout.

Five years passed without it being possible to clearly explain what had happened, or if there was any way to bring everyone back. They were always together, and as soon as one called, the other came right away, but something was missing.

Forever a martyr, Matt couldn't bear the idea of being left behind when almost everyone he loved was gone. It wasn't fair. This had to be his fault, one way or another, and he had to spend even more time than before in the suit, putting himself in danger to save others.

He wasn't listening to Frank who he was trying to reason with. On the other hand, Red was furious that he refused to accompany him on his patrols. He didn't understand why the Punisher wouldn't help him clean up the streets.

It was clear that Matt was losing his mind a little, lost in his grief and spiraling dangerously. There even came a time when he was willing to use Frank's methods, if it would get him to react.

"It's out of the question, Red ! I'm killing people, you're yelling at me and saying that's not the solution !"

"What does that matter ?! Maybe you're right !"

"Stop… I don't want to do this…"

"Do what ?! Frank, what ?!"

“I don’t want us to fight.”

The last time Frank had fought with someone he cared for, telling them to shut up, they had disappeared. If he had been less stupid, he would have hugged Y/N, happy that they were safe after completing their job, and they would have met Matt at his apartment to spend the night.

But he preferred to get angry, and that was the last time he saw them. He was afraid it would happen again with Red.

So he didn't shout. He refused to let him sink, and to come with him to this bottomless hole, because he had already been there after Maria's death, and he knew what would happen if one of them didn't stay strong.

When Matt wasn't yelling at him, and there were no more crimes to fight, he would stay in his arms, crying until he fell asleep.

“I miss them… Foggy, Karen, Peter… Y/N… I should have protected them.”

"There was nothing you could do, Matty. Nothing at all. It's not your fault. I… Maybe I could have saved Y/N, if I hadn't been such an idiot."

"No. I was right next to Foggy… When I felt something was wrong, I reached out and passed through his arm… Maybe it's for the best that you were not present at this."

The days and nights ended up being the same. Red was losing his mind, losing his faith, he was screaming, he was crying, and Frank didn't know what to do. He saw himself after the murders of his wife and children, he understood how Murdock felt, and he knew there was nothing he could do except be there.

Red had also experienced this, with his father, when he was a kid. No one had ever really been able to calm young Matthew's mind about this.

Not putting himself in danger helped a little, because even if he was upset at not being supported in the street, Matt seemed reassured to find him at home or in his hideout.

This time he was more upset than reassured, barking because he hadn't been able to stop a gang and it would have been useful if the Punisher had been there.

"Your problem is that you refuse to be on a team ! It's always been like that, you think the others are burdens !"

"I won't do that, Red, I already told you."

"You only think about yourself. You didn't mind killing those you thought were guilty, and now you're sitting here, while there's chaos outside. You think it doesn't concern you. But it does. Peter, and Y/N, and everyone we cared about ! We must fight for them, together !"

"Red, stop. Don't…"

"I don't understand everything, but Matt is right, you are a disaster for group work."

The screaming stopped right away, Red freezing in the middle of the room and Frank wondering if he too had finally gone crazy, as he stared at Y/N, who had just appeared in the very spot they were standing the last time they had seen them.

As if everything was perfectly normal, the pup defended Matt, even if it had to be recognized that Red was also not always good at teaming up.

Their phones then started ringing, Matt's screaming Foggy's name, Micro asking Frank if he was watching the news, and music from Y/N's indicating that it was Peter calling.

Matt's sob was the first thing to break the silence. He almost fell running towards Y/N, who hugged him with a grimace, looking at Frank with eyes full of incomprehension.

It took a little longer for the Punisher to remember how to breathe and move, moving forward to join them.

"… What is happening ?" Y/N whispered, continuing to stroke Murdock's hair to try to calm him down, as he repeated over and over that he was sorry, thanking the Lord.

Frank didn't know whether to scoff or join him in his prayers. After what had happened to his family, he had learned to live with grief, or at least survive, his body still moving. After the blip, he had stayed for Matt, for the few people who counted on him, but a part of him had been broken again.

"I don't know how to say it, pup. You disappeared for 5 years. Half the population disappeared."

"… What ? No. No, it's not funny, Frank. Don't say that."

"You were gone. But you're here now." he said with a trembling voice, doing his best to stay strong, and hold on, to allow them to break down without fear.

"Sweetheart… Sweetheart, I will never leave you again. I will protect you, I will protect everyone."

"Breathe, Red. Breathe. I'll… I'll tell Foggy and Karen that you'll meet them later. I'll tell Peter where to find us."

"No. Stay." Matt pleaded, grabbing his arm with one hand, while keeping the other around Y/N to make sure they weren't going to disappear again.

They stayed together until the Devil had completely regained his calm, accepting the idea that the world would not turn upside down if he relaxed. A bit ashamed, he pouted while trying to hide his tears, getting up to call his friends, but remaining in the room anyway, one ear turned towards them.

It was Peter who gave them the most explanation when they managed to reach him. The Avengers had found a way to bring everyone back, they had fought Thanos again, there had been deaths, but he was not injured. In any case, that was the information they understood, among the teenager's much too rapid flow of words.

"Where are you, kid ?"

"Oh, I'm with Miss Potts. Or Mrs. Stark ? I don't know if they got married. They have a daughter now ! I want to help, but I also have to go see May, and Ned. MJ ! Okay damn, I have to call lots of people ! I'll come see you as soon as I'm in New York ! I'll send you messages, I promise !"

The Spider kept his promise, no doubt knowing how much they must have suffered, sending them a message almost every ten minutes to keep them informed of the progress of his journey, until he came through the window of hideout.

He didn't have time to say he was there, Matt immediately threw himself at him to hug him, followed by Frank.

Only Y/N stayed in their corner, watching them. They didn't understand. They remembered arguing with Castle after a mission, and then Frank was fighting with Matt. There was nothing logical, and nothing sad either. Five years. They couldn't understand that they were talking about five years.

“…Mom ?” Peter asked shyly, bringing them out of their trance. Y/N got a better look at them, who were hugging each other tightly. But it wasn't complete, not yet, and Peter's wet eyes were enough to know what they needed to do.

Nothing really changed after that. They did not have a long discussion. But they knew they were a family, and that it meant something when Frank patted Matt's head and smiled, when Murdock came to sleep at Y/N's house even though he hated the sheets, or when Y/N called Castle to talk about their day.

And in the end, without them realizing it, they ended up almost always being together.

[kingofthering]

thinking about your beautiful rosquez fake dating au.... is it a public thing? like are they the motogp royal couple here (INSANE time to be in the paddock lol. and oh GOD the breakup) or is it strictly a performance for their friends/family? (also insane for marc specifically. that man cannot lie to alex ever change my mind) like i cant stop thinking about it...

I was thinking performance for their friends and family but with a couple of things to consider [because I never make my life easy, do I]:

my considerations of this kind of depends of the span of the fic and how long they are pretending before going into the actually dating phase [I think Valentino probably freaks out (mostly because of what Marc said) after that first time they sleep together and then putting it short : he ghosts Marc, Marc confronts him and they start hooking up regularly and then there is another big family thing (maybe Christmas if the fic started in the summer) and Valentino forgot he was supposed to fake break up with Marc at some point and anyway, they figure their shit out, the end] [divorce still happens in 2015, see you in 2024 for the reconciliation]

but in the grand scheme of things, they're only doing this to trick Valentino's mom (and like, all the aunts and uncles and everyone that gets involved after the dinner and the baby shower) (oops, things are getting out of hand, it's fine Valentino, it's fine) so that's the only thing they both have in mind when dealing with the secret

now, who was present at the ranch that summer to hear about this? probably the Academy kids that were all in either Moto2 or Moto3 at the time — do they really have to interact with Valentino's family and eventually lie to them? eh, I'd say it's a possibility, and does Valentino trust those teenagers to lie for him? absolutely not, does he trust them to keep their mouth shut about his relationship with Marc if he sat them down and told them it was important? yes, much more (and like, who would believe them in the paddock anyway, him and Marc together? please)

I think Luca can be the big joker/question mark here, on the one hand Valentino would feel shitty making Luca lie to his mom but on the other end Valentino feels shitty lying to Luca, so, 50/50 on that one for now

which means, that in my mind, Marc doesn't even have to bother about his side of the family, I fully agree with you that that man cannot lie to his brother and honestly, he would probably already spill the bean when his stay at the ranch gets extended and Marc asks him why on the phone

technically, could Valentino's mom talk to Marc's parents and fuck things up? I suppose, if I want to make my life annoying, that it could be a possibility, but I don't think Valentino's mom was in the paddock often so I'm just gonna eliminate that issue for this one universe [and like, could she have their number? also yes maybe in a universe that would be annoying to me]

in the grand scheme of things, Marc is agreeing to this 10% to help Valentino and 90% for personal selfish reasons and because in theory, this doesn't have any real flaw/annoyance for him, right? — do I think that he would have felt comfortable lying to his parents? absolutely not, I do think that would be quite interesting to explore in fic but again, making my life easy here [the whole "Valentino can put on a performance act while Marc is an open book to people who know him" of it all]

Now, to come back to that first option, the first thing that came to mind was a forced to come out scenario, especially if it happens because of leaked photos of them hooking up when having hate sex in say, 2016. Way angstier in the beginning but then it's indeed "what an insane time to be in the paddock" in a good way after they've fixed things.

[admittedly I don't always see how going the "yes we're gay but we're in love" way is better PR management than "our private lives should have never been hindered, that's all we have to stay about the matter" but, you know, fic purposes]

I think it could actually bring quite a different aspect to their dynamic in that scenario because if this is 2016, Valentino is 37 (9 titles and could technically retire with a long well-done career) and Marc is 23 (4 titles, still an immense way to go in his career and so much potential to explore).

Of course the whole thing affects Valentino but he honestly believes he can survive that whatever way and ignore the bad people and focus on keeping the same life, he'll be fine. Marc will say that he's not affected by what people say about him (and only on track things matter) but I don't think it's that easy, especially back then, especially after all the backlash he got post-Sepang, and when he puts his own 2015 anger aside, I think Valentino can recognize that as well.

It's Valentino looking at Marc seating next to him in the Yamaha/Honda (whichever) motorhome, watching the way Marc's knee keep bouncing at lightning speed, the lines of his face harsh, his eyes pointed on a far point on the wall. It's Valentino shutting his brain down and going "Yes, we'll do that, where do we start".

[ginger-lime]

Will Wood (and the Tapeworms) Songs as Ride the Cyclone Characters!

Recently decided to wade through Will Wood's discography more and I think some of the songs by the 30-something year old dude really embody them

How this half asleep rant will work:

[Character]: [Song(s)]

Explanation of why song is chosen

"Certain excerpts from the song I think embody the goober chosen"

Note: all songs wils be linked when they're written (mostly as youtube lyric videos), also this will probably be very long

Ocean O'Connell Rosenburg: The Main Character

Local ‘gifted kid’ teenager has yet to find out that the world doesn't revolve around her and stepping on anyone who doesn't fit in with her isn’t okay, more at 7

"I mean, imagine if protagonists just died in the first scene"

"I loot plot armor from NPC’s / Well, they are to me"

Noel Gruber: Suburbia Overture / Greetings from Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) Culture / Love Me, Normally

This song (in my opinion) is really the embodiment of Noel's character. attempting to fit in, being told to "tone it down" by his mother until eventually arriving in the afterlife and essentially going "fuck it, we ball" with Noel's Lament (and Vampire Culture in this allegory) until eventually arriving at a state of peace with Love Me, Normally/It's Just a Ride

"a snowflake only matters in a blizzard"

Mischa Bachinski: 6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro / Con & ¡Aikido! (Neurotic / Erotic)

6up 5oh with it's plot(?) of running from the police and proceeding to get mistreated by them is how Mischa is viewed by essentially everyone is Saskatchewan (and to an extent how he lets them see him). While ¡Aikido!, is more of his 'passion' side, specifically with Talia. The more aggressive reprise at the end of Aikido in the 2020 remaster also reminds me allot of the techno section of 'Talia'.

"It's never too late to embrace your fate"

"So we can touch instead of feel"

Ricky Potts: White Noise & Dr. Sunshine Is Dead

Imagine being so forgotten by everyone around you so the innocent bean stereotype is put on you automatically despite the fact that you’re real personality is far from that and then having a mini identity crisis over it

"You're not meant to sing along"

"I'm no one if I'm nowhere in between"

Jane Doe: Big Fat Bitchie’s Blueberry Pie, Christmas Tree, and Recreational Jell-o Emporium a.k.a. “Mr. Boy is on the Roof Again” (Feat. Pasta by Sneakers McSqueakers) [From “B.F.B.’s B-Sides: Bagel Batches, Marsh-Mallows, & Barsh-Mallows”]

No thoughts, story, or plot, just funky carnival music

Constance Blackwood: Falling Up

This song is essentially 'Sugar Cloud' but more melancholy. This is what I'd imagine a song about Constance's life before she died would be about, or Constance's Monologue in song form. What especially reminded me of her monologue was the rapid fire listing of objects and even the title 'Falling Up' being repeated in the song feeling like the roller coaster when it derailed. They're falling but being upside down it feels more like they're flying.

"You make a wish upon the dead, but turn and call it a weed"

"Much larger than life, 'cause from such height / Life looks awful small"

"Well, I cry on skies of blue linoleum, Clouds o' spilled milk"

Penny Lamb: Willard!

Aspiring animal conservationist doesn't know how to relate to "normal" people partially due to her upbringing. Parts of the song were the singer wants animal traits the make their life easier reminds me of Penny's whole "I vomit fire" thing before absolutely destroying JK-47

“Until frustration makes me wish my teeth were sharp as yours”

“I've never understood what humans do and want / It's quite confusing to me to try to connect / Never learned how I should feel, instincts somehow stunted”

Extra characters outside of the choir:

I'll go less in depth for these as i think most of these are self-explanatory

Karnak: Memento Mori: the most important thing in the world

funky sentient machine is constantly aware of his imminent death and decides to be a goofy goober because of it

Virgil: Tomcat Disposables

rat just wants to vibe and chew on a power cable. oopsies he's dead now

Monique Gibeau: White Knuckle Jerk & Front Street

oh em gee she's so gorgeous and dangerous and the world described in Noel's Lament is very gritty and a little gross

Ezra Lamb: Euthanasia (Live)

this mostly feeds into my hc that Ezra ditched school to go to the fair with the choir and had to see his sister get beheaded, being completely inconsolable, and not being listened to because he's "a kid looking for attention"

It's the end yay!!

That's the end folks! I really enjoyed making this (i am a very big fan of both rtc and will wood) there were a lot of other songs i wanted to include (skeleton appreciation day, i/me/myself etc.) but didn't because either

a. they fit too many characters for me to just pin one to them or

b. the character already had two songs assigned to them

i hope anybody reading this is having a good day/night and listens to will wood more in the future ig

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Can I request headcanons of what the wedding of BEN and his Y/N would be like?

BEN wants to have a pretty laid-back wedding when it comes to the two of you. He cannot handle crowds, and he doesn't like the feeling of being watched, so honestly your wedding itself ends up being fairly small to accommodate to his anxiety. I can see it being in this beautiful little spot in the forest, where the two of you just invite the people closest to you. While Slender officiates, BEN really only invites Jeff, Toby, Jane, and Liu out of the mansion, as those are the people he's closest to. Who you decide to invite is your own choice, but you both decide to do four people each, to keep it relatively small. 

The actual ceremony is quite lovely, with all the beautiful nature surrounding you, and both you and BEN are dressed to your best. When you walk up to the altar, BEN absolutely cries when he first sees you. You're the one person he trusts above all else, the one person that knows all of his secrets that he's told no other, and now you get to spend the rest of your life with him, legally bound by marriage. He couldn't be happier than he is at that moment, and it absolutely shows in the bright smiles he sends you, and in the tears he sheds for you. Nobody has ever seen him so happy. After the ceremony is over, the two of you head back to the mansion with the rest of your guests, and as with a few other creeps, you have a banquet waiting for you with the rest of the mansion. Any that weren't able to attend ask you about the experience, and are shown pictures from the event. 

It's incredibly lively, with everyone teasing BEN for finally getting married to you, and how they could have all seen this coming from miles away, how the two of you were just meant to be together, how BEN was always happiest with you around. They also finally spill the beans on some of BEN's most embarrassing moments to you, much to his chagrin, but he really doesn't mind. He's just happy he finally, really gets to be yours in every sense of the word. BEN knew that you'd hold his heart forever from the moment he first laid eyes on you, and as he glances down at both of your hands, rings decorating your left hands, he feels an overwhelming feeling of calm, of peace, of finally belonging. There's nobody else that BEN would ever rather connect with than you, and as the two of you dance, beautiful music playing over the speakers, both of you as close as can be, he knows he's made the right decision. He never thought he'd ever get married, so for him to have found you is a true blessing, in ways he can't describe. He just hopes you know how deep his feelings for you go, as there's nobody else for him. 

[iloveyanderes]

I don't know why but I've slowly kind of returned to my demon Slayer faze(mostly my tanjiro simping faze) and I suddenly got a great idea, a great yandere idea.

What if the reader was alive during the time of yoriichi and got their entire family killed by muzan right in front of them. For whatever reason he kept you alive.

Eventually you became a demon Slayer and got to meet yoriichi, becoming close because of your hatred of demons.

When you and yoriichi came across muzan you saw this as your chance to kill him and helped yoriichi.

See the reader is a little reckless and doesn't care what they have to do to get what they want, you know yoriichi has a much better chance at defeating muzan so you do everything to protect him.

Even if that means getting pierced in the stomach.

So you died in yoriichi's arms, while Tamayo screams out how freaking close the two of you were too defeating muzan.

In the afterlife you are immediately offered a spot in heaven but instead you go straight to hell where you demand a meeting with the devil himself.

You made a deal with the devil that if he keeps reincarnating you until muzan is dead you would sell your soul to him, with a smile the devil agrees, when your not looking he adds a secret hidden aspect to your contract, where everyone you meet becomes yandere for you, don't blame him it gets very boring down in hell, it's due for some entertainment.

And that's how you reincarnate over and over again, everyone you meet becomes yandere for you, you give massive help to the demon slaying corps, secretly teaching them stuff from your time.

Eventually you get born to some random lady and get taken in by the kamados, where all of them become platonic yandere, preventing you from up and running like you usually do when your old enough.

Then on one snow cold night, when tanjiros out selling coal you finally meet the reason you sold your soul to the devil.

Muzan... At the time you were far to overtaken by rage that you didn't notice the dead bodies of your family members.

Despite being very young you still lounge at him, unknown to you he figured out about your eternal reincarnating and has been tracking you down for a long time, so instead of kill you he tried to capture you.

The moment you figured this out you hid in the forest, knowing dang well you know the forest a lot better than he does.

When he's finally gone you go look back at your house, it was then that you noticed the dead bodies.

Tanjiro coming back from his coal selling heard the sharp sounds of screams and blood.

Let's just say he was absolutely horrified to see his adopted sister screaming and his entire house covered in blood.

He managed to calm you down and the two of you took nezuko down the mountain.

Then a certain friendless man attacked. Without thinking you grabbed tanjiros axe and threw it at him, disturbing him by how speedy and accurate your throw was.

When nezuko protected you and tanjiro giyuu decided to let her live, seeing yours and tanjiros potential he quickly sent you guys to live with his old teacher.

While tanjiro had lots of difficulty you had none at all, you've done this a thousand times having used a different breath for every single one of your lives, so water breathing was easy peasy.

Skipping all the lame stuff, you meet kanao, zenitsu, inosuke, the hashiras but the most important one is you meet tamayo.

In some of your past lives you met her, she instantly recognized you and the two of you had a private chat, one thing you've never down is told her you sold your soul to the devil is because she's like a protective mother hen to you, you do not want to disappoint her.

The hashiras slowly become yandere for you, you save rengokus life, prevent uzui from retirement, help a bunch of people.

Life is good, but then after a bunch of guilt you decide to spill the beans.

At first their cool with you being reincarnated over and over again to stop muzan but when you get to the part where you sold your soul to the devil they will not be happy.

The ending is a little controversial but one thing that does happen is their planning to capture muzan, the contract won't have to follow if muzan doesn't die.

They will NOT allow your soul to go into the impure hands of the devil.

Meanwhile hell the devil is watching this with an amusing smile on his face, he really didn't care about not getting your soul, this was the greatest entertainment hes gotten in hundreds of thousands of years.

The end

[millionsvash]

If you're still taking requests, Knives NSFW headcanons? After reading the maid outfit fic I wanna pick your brain on what he's like lmao, what kinda freaky stuff is he into man spill the beans??

I did both bottom and top Knives head canons. I feel like everyone's head canons about top Knives are the same so I tried to switch it up and throw in some new ideas! There's more to that man than just rough dominance. This is Tri98/Trimax Knives coded. CW: NSFW. Minors DNI 🔞. Katoptronophilia, Mutual Masturbation, Use of toys, praise kink, thigh jobs, biting.

Bottom Knives

Knives will ALWAYS put up a fight about bottoming. His ego and god complex are way too big for him to bow down like that. If you want him to bottom, you’re really going to have to work for it. You really have to take your sweet time buttering him up until he melts.

That’s not to say he doesn’t like it. Knives enjoys being on the bottom, but he hates giving up control. He might still try to take charge by grabbing your hips or forcing you into deep kisses to try and remind you who is dominant, but you know when he’s moaning the way he is under you that you are really the one in charge.

Knives totally has Katoptronophilia, both when he tops and bottoms. When he’s on bottom. He says he likes seeing your pleased reflection in the mirror, but in reality, it turns him on to see the things you’re doing to him from another perspective. It’s the kind of thing that makes him whimper and has his cock throbbing.

He is also a big fan of toys in both positions. He enjoys having things shoved inside of him while you ride him and sweet-talk him. It’ll often have him thrusting really erratically and desperately. It’s even better when you throw a cock ring into the mixture, which makes the pleasure last much longer. It’s a great way to get him begging and whimpering for release.

Mutual masturbation mixed in with your sweet talking drives him nuts. He loves when you two lay together and masturbate while you call him a good boy.

Being called a good boy fries his mind. It’s like a switch that shuts down all rational thoughts for him. It’s one of the easiest ways you can get him to submit to you. It’s best when you’re fingering him and preparing him for sex. He loves the praise while you work to stretch him open.

The feathers come out when he’s in that fried state, most often when he’s cumming. They’ll sort of wrap around the both of you, and it’s something he just can’t control. 

When you two are finished, he’ll sort of snuggle up to you and whine that this will be the only time he’ll let you have control, but you know that’s a lie. He says that every time

Top Knives

Let’s first touch on the few topics I mentioned in the bottom Knives part.

Katoptronophilia: When he’s topping, he’s absolutely got you in front of a mirror. The first reason is because he absolutely loves seeing your expressions. He makes sure to twist around or adjust you to get different facial reactions from you.

The second reason is because the sight of sliding in and out of you is extremely hot. His eyes are almost always focused on that. He loves the way you stretch every time he goes in.

When it comes to toys on the top side, his absolute favorite is dildos and fuck machines. His favorite thing is to watch you fuck yourself with toys while he jacks off to the sight. Sometimes he’ll make you suck him off while you are fucking yourself on a toy.

Knives takes it slow. It can almost be too much. He makes sure to savor every single feeling of being inside. Of course he eventually speeds up, but he spends a long time teasing you with painfully slow thrusts, praising you for how you feel around him.

Knives loves to praise you. He’s always telling you how good you look, how good the sounds you make are, and how good you feel around him. He rewards all your actions by giving you what you want. If you’re sucking him off, he’ll stroke your hair and cheeks while telling you that you look amazing with his cock in your mouth.

His main goal is to get you vocal. He loves to talk during sex. He wants you to tell him how good it feels or tell him exactly what you want, and in return, he will tell you the same things. He always speaks in such a husky voice that it makes you shiver every time.

Thigh jobs. He loves it. He loves when you sit on top of him, put his cock between your thighs, and allow him to thrust in. He sees it as marking his territory. He loves cumming on your stomach and chest when he does this.

Speaking of thighs, he loves biting. He’s got a bit of an obsession with thighs, and right before he pleases you with his mouth, he’ll leave tons of bite marks all around your thighs. By the time he’s done, you’re quite bruised, but he always makes sure to comfort the pain when he’s done and always makes sure you’re okay with him doing it.

[crazyk-imagine]

They find out you're related to Ted Headcanon

No gender specified for reader, but I imagine them young, mid to late 20's

A/N: This was the first Ted Lasso thing I had written this weekend and didn't think it'd be good to post but then I remembered that I enjoyed it and here we are :)

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Roy: he wouldn't comment on it (in front of you) but you know he's not the biggest fan of that information, he's just happy to know you're not nearly as sunshiney as him

Jamie: he would absolutely freak out and be extremely nervous around Ted for a while until you tell him to stop it and buck up (or no more fun time… you were lying but he doesn't need to know that)

Keeley: she'd love it and would tell basically tell everyone she knew at work (if they already knew, she wouldn't care) she'd constantly ask Ted for more information about you

Rebecca: she'd think you're joking and then ask you to repeat yourself when she sees that you're serious (she'd never admit it, but she teared up a bit when you told her) but she loves the two of you… now

Coach Beard: He's known you since childhood and likes that he can still learn something knew about you (take this anyway you want people 😉) he knows how happy Ted is about the two of you

(Before he went rogue aka became a dick) Nathan: he'd be surprised, he knew you and Ted were close but he could never quite put his finger on it and feels a little bad when he spills the beans about Ted's panic attack

Higgins: Just like Rebecca he thought you were joking but absolutely came to terms with that fact that you are related to Ted (you two are work besties and get all the good gossip) your his favorite out of everyone at the office

Will: He's over the moon, you're his favorite person other than Ted and Beard, of course. Knowing this little bit of information makes him love talking with you so much more

Trent: Not as surprised as the others but knowing this still rattles his bones, a little part of him wanted to write a story about "if family working together is a good idea or not" but didn't (because he got to know you)

Danny: He'd be the most excited out of everyone to know that you're related to one of his coaches (Ted gave him a chance to do what he loves) makes him love you more

Isaac: Wouldn't believe it, not even when Ted shows him pictures of you two when you were younger spending Christmas together and celebrating birthdays (he'd be investigating hard for any signs of photoshop)

Sam: Like Danny, he'd be excited to know you and Ted are related. You're cute and confusing comments or phrases make a lot more sense now that he knows (and if you're as sunshiney as Ted, even better)

Colin: Not gonna lie, he'd be a little frightened because if he messes up some way, somehow. You can tell Ted but then you comfort him and he's a little more relaxed

Jan: He'd have conflicted feelings because now that he knows you share the same blood as one of his coaches. How is he supposed to act? What if he says the wrong thing and he's kicked off the team? But then he'd remember you grew up with Ted and are as sweet as can be. He wouldn’t be as blunt as he is for a while

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet

Chapter Five: Taking The Next Step

Summary- 4.9k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. It's been a long day for you and Curtis offers to have a quiet date at his house instead of going out. You welcome the chance to get to know Curtis a little bit more.

Warnings- Some adult activities. Curtis talking about personal past trauma. Curtis and Reader dealing with some toxic eating habits and destructive talk.

A/N- Thank you so much to everyone reading, sharing, and commenting. Hearing what you all think really makes my entire day. This is such a personal project for me now that whenever anyone tells me that they relate to something in it or that you enjoy a particular part of their story, I take it to heart. Special shout out to @what-is-your-plan-today for taking the time to beta this for me, you are always willing to tackle whatever I send you with enthusiasm and if I could give you all the biscuits ever, I would. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics

Chapter 4 / Masterlist

“So when are we gonna meet this girl of yours, Curtis?” Edgar poked at Curtis early in the morning when he was clocking in. Curtis wasn’t a morning person, so he just glared at Edgar while stamping his time card and handing it back to Tanya, who decided to join in Edgar’s questioning with her own. 

“I have to agree with Edgar, Curtis, when are you gonna bring her around? We all want to get to know her. She is Timmy’s teacher, you know. I met her a few times and she is really nice.” 

This caught Edgar’s attention, having him leaning against the front counter looking to dig out more information. “What can you tell us about her? Spill the beans, Tanya!.” 

Curtis was shrugging into his work jacket, listening to the two of them talk about you. Of course, he would have nothing but the best to say, he was a man smitten with you in such a short time. But he wasn’t going to gossip about you to these two. Tanya leaned forward conspiratorially with Edgar, sharing what she knew. Which was not a whole hell of a lot except that you had moved from somewhere east and that Timmy absolutely loved you. 

Once Curtis got the last layer of clothing on to battle the early October chill, he picked up the invoices and maintenance requests needed for the freight trains coming in that day and grabbed Edgar by the collar of his jacket, dragging him out with him. “Fucking hell you two, can’t give me a moment's peace. At this rate, I’m never gonna bring Y/N around.” He muttered as Tanya waved goodbye at the two of them leaving her office and Edgar protested the whole way out the door. 

When the mid-morning break came, Curtis wandered back to his truck to take a breather and to have privacy to check his phone after getting ganged up on by Tanya and Edgar. He settled into the seat of his truck and got comfortable before taking out his phone and checking his messages to see that you had left him a couple. 

I hope your day is going better than mine. If it could go wrong in this place, it did. 

Kind of just want to crash on the couch tonight. 

He thought about it for a moment. So far the two of you have just crashed at your place. But never at his. It was perhaps time that he brought you to his house, let you completely relax while he took care of you, like you insisted on after he had a long day. Checking the time, he knew you were probably taking your own break, meaning he could take the chance to call you.

It wasn’t long till you answered, but even your tone sounded drained today. “Oh, I’m so glad you called Curtis. I’m sure you saw my messages. I shouldn’t have bombed your phone with all that whining.” 

Curtis waited till you took a pause before he responded. “Y/N, Honey.” He soothed, trying to calm you down as you sounded so worried about bothering him with your texts. “I wanna know how your day is going, good or bad. Actually, I was thinking tonight, how about you come over to my place? I will cook you dinner and we can do just what you wanted, crash on the couch and watch some trash tv.”

“Curtis… actually that sounds perfect tonight. I would love that. A lot. You don’t have to worry about picking me up, I can drive over myself.” 

“Okay, I’m getting done at my usual time so just come over whenever you're ready.” 

“Thanks, Curtis, I gotta go.” You sighed into the phone, but now you sounded relieved. “See you tonight.” 

“It’s a date, Honey.” He said softly and once the line clicked he started thinking about what he actually could put together for a meal. 

On your way home, you made a pit stop at your apartment to change from your work clothes. A quick browse through your wardrobe left you in a heated debate with yourself. You really just wanted to wear a pair of leggings and sweater combo, no makeup, your hair in a messy bun. 

But men don't want to see that, your last boyfriend was sure to remind you of that whenever you did dress in such a manner, said it was sloppy, like on top of your other issues you really must not care what people thought of you. 

So that meant you had to dress up again. You didn't want Curtis thinking you didn't care. You tossed aside your favorite leggings for something more dressed up, a skirt and button up blouse, light makeup, and did your hair once more. Making sure to pause in front of the mirror,  just to double check that you looked good enough to leave the apartment, you headed out. 

Curtis had sent you his address earlier and you were thoroughly curious as to where he lived having never seen it. All you knew was that he had an actual house and not an apartment like you did. Pulling onto a side street a few miles out of the city, you bypassed family homes with fenced in yards and attached garages. Your GPS started to announce that you were getting closer and then you pulled up to a driveway with an all familiar truck sitting in front of an attached garage. The yard was carefully taken care of, although the gardens surrounding the house were overrun with weeds and the building needed a paint job, but overall it looked nice. Parking next to the truck, the porch's screen door swung open and Curtis poked his head out. “Hey, I was hoping you would find it just fine.” 

Coming up the porch steps, you carried a six pack of beer with you and held it up. “Easy with the GPS and this time, I come bearing gifts.” 

Curtis took the six pack from you and leaned in to give you a quick teasing kiss. “Well, that is the admission to come inside, although you were gonna get a free pass.” He held the door open for you and once you walked through, he went into the kitchen to set the beer down before coming back out to the entranceway while you hung up your coat. “Would you like the tour or let you fend for yourself? I can't be out of the kitchen too long though, I got some stuff ready to go into the oven once it heats up.” 

“We will make it quick.” You looped your arm through his while he started to show you around. The living room was furnished for comfort, although the furniture looked a decade old, it was all clean and in good shape, a decent sized tv and rows of built in bookshelves lined the walls. You paused at them while you two walked. “Wow, did the house come with this feature?” 

“Actually my grandfather built it for my grandmother. She loved to read and when they were building, she didn’t want big bulky shelves taking up space, so he put them in.” Curtis looked fondly at the stacks of books, a bit dusty but obvious they had been here for many years. You even caught a section of harlequin romance novels that you pulled out, wiggling your eyebrows at him. 

“You read these too, Curtis?” 

“Sure I have. I mean they are not my first choice but some of them are not too bad.” He winked. “I’m really not that particular in what I read as long as it gets my attention.” 

You chuckled softly while sliding it back into place. “That is really all that counts. I actually love them. They give that bit of perfect romance that isn’t always easy to find.” Your gaze falling to a variety of titles, you could have spent the rest of the evening browsing the shelves. “Now I wish I brought my reading glasses.” 

“Ahh, next time, Honey. If you see any you wanna take home, feel free.” 

You two headed out of the room and down a hallway lined with what looked like family photos. “Okay hold on, who are these people?” 

You were inspecting some closer when Curtis came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle, looking at the scattering of memories himself. “Hmm, well that little tyke is me, with my older brother and parents. Then this couple down further is my grandparents. They actually raised me, my grandfather's name was Wilford and my gram was Lillian.” 

You studied them, happy smiling faces stared back at you. Although you could easily see where Curtis got his icy blue eyes and stern features as photos of his grandfather stared back. Lillian on the other hand was bright and warm, you could tell that she was the kind of woman who would welcome you into her home without hesitation. The other scattered photos showed some of Curtis and Wilford working on a truck engine, some that looked like a train yard similar to where Curtis worked now, running heavy equipment, grade school pictures of Curtis through the years, and a few with a girl that grew through the pictures, the more recent ones showing her as a grown woman with a baby of her own. “Then that is my cousin Ella and her daughter Sophia.”

You grinned as you admired the cute baby with her chubby cheeks, head full of thick dark hair and brown eyes. “She is cute.” You said before you went back to his childhood ones, noticing they seemed to be all with his grandparents but hardly any of his parents or brother short of the family photo where Curtis was nothing more than just out of his toddler years. “They raised you…” You said softly before tilting your head to look at him questioning. “What happened to your folks?” 

Curtis hummed a bit, tightening his hold and pulling you back into his chest more to keep you in an enclosed circle of his arms like he was hesitant to let go. “An accident in the middle of winter. A car slid into our lane and made my father lose control. There was just no stopping it, we ended up going off the road and over an embankment. I actually don’t remember much of it anymore. But I was the only one to make it.” 

You felt your throat catch hearing this. You couldn't help the tears that welled up in your eyes at the thought of losing his whole family in one tragic accident at such a young age. Curtis didn’t get to have his parents or brother for long, won’t have memories with them. You sniffled and he turned you around to face him. “Hey Pretty Girl, it was all so long ago.” He cupped your face and wiped his thumb pad over your cheeks to wipe them away. 

“I’m sorry that happened to you, I just can’t imagine what that must have been like.” 

Curtis’s features softened hearing you. “I got lucky, my grandparents are really the only ones at this point I even remember, and my cousin lived just down the street, she became more like a sister since she was over here all the time because her parents worked. Maybe it is better that way, you know? I, of course, love my parents and Tyler… but now they are stories that I can tell my own kids one day. So are they really gone?” 

You gave a sob of a laugh, wiping at your eyes and peering up at him from under teardrop lashes. Curtis was caught in how they seemed to make your eyes brighter. “I guess when you look at it like that, it is tragically okay.” 

“Actually I got something that you might like to see and won't make you cry.” Curtis led you away from the hallway, pointing out two small guest bedrooms that he had turned into storage, the bathroom and then the stairs leading up to another guest room and master bedroom. Getting to the other end of the house, he flicked on a back porch light and opened the door to step out in the rapidly approaching evening. He had a large backyard that looked to have been recently trimmed. A firepit wasn't far from the house and you could tell that it was frequently used. A couple of broken down cars that looked to be in various stages of repair were near the back of the garage and then in the treeline, there was a large old tree with a rundown treehouse. 

“Okay, that is cool. You have a freaken tree house?” You said excitedly while stepping off the porch to get a closer look. “I always wanted one, but none of our trees could support one.” 

“It's too unstable now to really go up in it, but I thought you would like it.” Curtis paused right underneath it. “Grandpa built it for me, I even got to help pound in the nails. I would love to fix it up one day. The tree is still alive and strong so it would easily hold.” 

You grabbed a hold of the ladder still attached to the tree and lifted yourself on it enough to look up, trying to look through the opening. “I can only imagine what you and your friends did up there.” You teased and Curtis tilted his head to look up at the same spot you were, reminiscing. 

“Hmm, we looked through stolen nudie magazines and smoked cigarettes we stole.” You gasped at his confession and he winked, wrapping an arm around your waist and helping you down. 

“Oh Curtis, that's bad. You get caught?” 

“Sure I did, smacked upside the head and asked what the hell was I thinking.” He continued laughing at the memory. “Grounded for a while, Grandad brought me with him to help out at the train yard to keep me out of trouble.” 

You shivered a bit and he placed a hand on your back. “How about we go inside so I can finish dinner. I hope you don't mind baked ziti?” 

“Not at all, in fact, sounds like my kinda meal on a night like tonight.” You assured him as the two of you went back inside. Once in the kitchen, Curtis insisted you sit at the counter bar while he finished up. He kept it simple, but that was just fine with you. The two of you joked the whole time, praising his cooking skills and getting the pleasure of seeing him be the flustered one for once. 

“It’s nothing special.” He rolled his eyes at you as he stabbed a fork in it, leaning over the counter so you could taste it. You made a big show of it, moaning out how good it was while Curtis spread cheese all over the top of it and slid the pan into the oven. That sound alone made the back of his neck a bright red. The look paired well with the gray sweatpants he was wearing and the almost too tight tank that stretched over his chest, along with a silver chain that you had only glimpsed a couple of times but never got a closer look at until now that it was dangling so freely in what you had deemed his comfy clothes. You had seen him relaxed before whenever you two had chosen to keep date night at your apartment, but here, Curtis was in his element at his own home. 

While the ziti was baking, he whipped out a loaf of french bread and started to slice it. “How many do you want?” He hummed out and you wrinkled your nose with a sigh. 

“Ahh, it's bread. I probably shouldn't have much.” Which made him pause slicing and set the knife aside. When he studied you, a brow arched curiously and his lips thinned as if he was holding something back. 

“Why can't you have any if you want some?” 

You unleashed excuses, but all Curtis heard was how you dragged yourself down. Each one deepened the lines in his forehead as you used words like, ‘Need to start taking better care of myself.’ or ‘I’m too chunky for eating bread.’ Then the one that really upset him was ‘My ex was right, bread is too fattening for someone like me.’ 

Hearing that one made him go around the counter to your side. “Y/N, look at me.” The rumble of his tone made your jaw shut and cut off your nervous chatter. “What do you mean with ‘someone like me?” 

You shrugged your shoulders and rolled your eyes to lighten the mood a bit. “You know Curtis, I’m not exactly a top model, I need to slim down a bit.” 

His jaw clenched. “You don’t have to do anything Y/N. There is nothing wrong with you.” You looked away on instinct and Curtis reached out to gently grasp your chin and look at him. “I can tell you are not used to it, but Honey unless its a doctor telling you otherwise, no one, not me, not your friends, your family can tell you what you can and can not have. Your ex was a fucking asshole saying that shit. If you want garlic bread, please let me make you some. I want to do that for you.” 

You didn't even know what to say, surprised at his reaction. You were so used to people agreeing, telling you that you had a pretty face and if you just lost a little weight you would be attractive. Here Curtis was basically telling you that you didn't have to make yourself less for him, that there was nothing wrong with you. You were unsure of how to respond, so you softly said “Okay.” 

Curtis tilted his head in closer, blue eyes studying yours. “Do you want some?” 

A moment's pause felt like an eternity and you sensed that he wasn't going to just let it go. “Yes, please.” 

That earned you a smile and he pressed a kiss to your lips before going back around to finish what he started. “Happy to, Honey.” The unease washed from you in that kiss, a spark traveling from the cupid bow of your lips down to the tip of your toes. 

Maybe you could get used to this. 

Dinner ended up with you two sitting close together, back to the easy conversation, and once in a while sharing bites from each other's plates. It was hard not to monitor yourself like you normally did, every time you seemed to start picking at your food Curtis would brush his leg against yours or inquire you into a conversation that had you paying more attention to the discussion than how many bites have you taken, or chews did you take between bites, sips of water to try to make yourself fuller. 

You were able to enjoy your food without guilt. 

There was a mishap though, a rather saucy forkful fell down the front of your blouse, making you try to wipe it out as quickly as possible. Even Curtis went to wet a napkin and tried to help, but it was a lost cause. 

“Listen, how about you just use one of my shirts? I can throw yours in the wash. While it's washing we can watch that movie? You can get changed in my room.” He offered. 

You looked down at your blouse, streaked red and wet, it was sticking to the front of your chest and you just knew that you wouldn’t be able to chill for the rest of the evening with sauce all down the front of you. “If you have something I can use?” 

“Sure I do Honey, majority of my clothes are made to be comfortable.” Curtis assured you while he took your hand to take you back upstairs to his bedroom. You sat on the edge of his bed while he started to go through his dresser till he pulled out a hoodie that looked like it was a size too big for you, you could have literally squealed when he handed it to you. “You want some comfy pants too? I got pajama bottoms you can crash in, they are those stretchy ones, I hate those ones that just have no give to them.” 

You nodded a yes and were quickly handed a pair of flannel red checkered bottoms. 

“Thanks, Curtis, I will be out in a minute.” 

“Sure, the washer is in the bathroom downstairs, just go ahead and throw them in when you come out.” 

Once he left, you let out an excited little squeal. You got to wear your possible boyfriend's clothes, which never happened before. You chided yourself for the ridiculousness of your excitement while you changed into the hoodie and bottoms. You did have to roll the bottoms up because they were just a bit too long as well as the sleeves of his hoodie, but you were thankful for once you were a klutz. Gathering the clothes you changed out of, you went to put them into the washer and hit start. 

Curtis had grabbed a couple of beers while waiting for you, already stretched out on the couch, waiting for you to join him. When you wandered in and he caught sight of you in his shirt. Oh it stirred a rather possessive feeling in his gut. You were so comfortable in his clothes and he felt so damn turned on seeing you wrapped up in his stuff. His girl… Ooh he had it bad. You struggled to keep your sleeves up as you fell onto the couch next to him, buried yourself into his shirt and another wave of pleased possessiveness passed through him. 

“What did you have in mind?” You cuddled in close while asking about the movie and he let the remote go ignored for now. 

“I really want to kiss you.” Curtis found himself confessing, which made you turn up to look at him in surprise. 

“Well… I think… you should.” Your fingers started twisting in the fabric of his hoodie and you just looked like you were made to be there, curled up next to him. Curtis shifted a bit closer and cupped your face to feel you melt into his touch looking at him with wide-eyed innocence. Your lips were an invitation of softness that parted the closer he came. How Curtis longed to pluck soft moans from them. 

This time was different, it wasn't doorstep hungry kisses of want, now you two were private and wouldn't feel the pressure of being caught. He hovered closer, gentle brushes of his nose bumped yours before his lips pressed to yours, the tip of his tongue trailing the petal softness of your bottom lip til you encouraged him for more. 

Just feeling you filled Curtis with an urgency for you, to feel you press into him and grasp hold of his back, to chase your rhythm at all your pulse points and to hear you whimper for more, more, more. His hand fell to your hip, squeezing out that urgency of feeling you in his grasp and you let him pull you into him, your hands bracing against his shoulders and breaking away to move into his lap, swinging a leg over his till you settled onto hard spread thighs while you returned to the heated warmth of swollen lips filling you with hungry moans. 

If you had any thoughts, you would have worried, fretted about sitting like this on his lap. But he didn't allow for those thoughts to form, his kisses keeping you distracted, attempting to keep up with him.

His hands fell to the curve of your ass, grasps firmly holding on and squeezing while arching you into his center and pressing yourself to brace against his chest while your hand cupped the back of his neck and brushed through the short buzzed hair at the back of his head. Your touch fell down to his shoulders to dig in, arch yourself up into him again and fall back down, the rhythm of the movements giving satisfaction to the ache starting in your lower belly, clenching for more. With every downward push, you could feel how hard he was underneath you, sure to rub your aching core right against him, every bump against your throbbing clit making you gasp against him, clutching to him to let the satisfying spark feed that hunger. 

Curtis’s groans vibrated through you, building in urgency till he muttered “Fuck” against your lips and with a surge of power you never experienced in your lovers, he had you two flipped so that you were laid against the couch and he hovered over you, his hand traveling up your body to cup a breast through the hoodie and squeeze enough to make you arch your back off the couch for more, digging your nails through the thin fabric of his tank and pulling him back down onto you. His hips dropped in between your thighs, rocking into you as your kisses turned messy. “Driving me fucking crazy Honey, you’re all I think about at night when I’m trying to sleep.” 

You whimpered for this confession, gasping when he ground himself into you. “Curtis don’t stop.” Pleading for more, you tightened your thighs against him and rocked to meet him, the building heat and churning was making you quiver. A sharp nip of teeth on your bottom lip made you match him, pressing your tongue to lap against his and drown out his groaning noise. A feral desire made him surround you, pressing you into the couch cushions as a hand held your waist to keep you in place, the other braced up by your head, holding him off you enough so that he wasn't crushing you, but there was no space between you, just as you craved him, he craved you. 

It was almost overwhelming, and another grind of his hard on against your wet core made you cry out his name while you came, a flood of relief crashing as you tensed and broke under him. You gasped against him as you curled in close, your legs tightening around his waist while you two kept rocking together. “Fuck… Shit Honey, I'm gonna…” He growled out, under your hands on his back you felt the ripple of muscles lead up to his tensing shoulders, his body going stiff and then you saw the release on his face. He just let go and you couldn't help but loosen your hold on his back to cup his face in your hands, pressing kisses to his ruddy cheeks, let your forehead press against his as he panted with screwed shut eyes, letting the sensation simmer back to a manageable pleasure. When his eyes opened, they softened when he found your stare. “Hey, Pretty Girl…” 

The entire moment suddenly caught up with you, emotionally it hit you harder than you expected and Curtis so casually dropping ‘pretty girl’ on you made your insides twist and you couldn’t stop your reaction. The tears brimmed your eyes and worry made Curtis start stammering when he saw them roll down your cheeks. 

“Fuck, Y/N did I hurt you?” He pulled away from you and you couldn't stop the sob that escaped yourself for reacting like this. 

You just broke into tears and Curtis didn't know why. He was cursing himself mentally for being too rough and getting carried away. His hands collected you to pull you into his lap where you sunk into his chest and hid against his shoulder while your crying started to cease. “Honey, please tell me what's wrong? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get carried away like that.” He couldn't believe he flipped you to the couch and rutted against you like some horny teenager, he was better than that and you deserved to be treated better. You started sniffling as he rubbed at your back and you lifted yourself up, wiping at your face with the oversized sleeve. 

“You didn't hurt me, It was good, really good… I just got caught up in the moment and… It’s been a long time since I have felt that good.“ You were shaking your head at yourself and tilted your head close and pressed your lips to his, assuring him that you were indeed okay. 

“Are you sure?” Curtis ran his hands up and down your back slowly, calming after the moment you two shared. “Because all you gotta do is tell me to cut it out and I will.” 

“Promise.” You nudge your nose against his. “In fact, I'm now a bigger fan than I was before for these gray sweatpants you're wearing.” You giggled and hugged around his neck and he returned the gesture, pressing his face into your shoulder and sighing in relief. 

“I didn’t know you were all that much of a fan of them to begin with.” He shrugged in confession and you narrowed your eyes at him playfully. 

“All women love a man in gray sweats, I promise you.” You go to move up off him and he tugged you back into him, growling a bit.

“Where are you going? We still have a movie to watch.” Pulling your legs up so that you were sitting sideways in his lap and pulling the blanket off the back of the couch. 

“Curtis, I can't stay in your lap like this, your legs are gonna get sore.” 

He handed you the remote and settled back into the couch. “I get to make that call Honey if it's too much.” 

[smokescreenstuff]

Scared by Uni AU! 5 Ideas.

Does Smokey ever start being able to sense chaos about to happen? I imagine that Medicine may make the effects physically decrease, but meds won't really change the more mystical aspect of DE. So, as Smokey lives with his scars... maybe he starts being able to tell when somethings about to become chaotic? Like a Spidy-sense of sorts; but for chaos specifically?

Does the DE make him start having chaotic urges? Like, he really wants to cause some chaos... so he joins Miko in a prank or two; often enough to keep the worst of the urges at bay? What happens when the urges become too much...?

Does his Spark change color? Does his EM field feel off? Does he feel off to OP?

Does the Matrix Still Choose Him? Instead of the whole "RID Unify Primus and Unicron to kill both" concept... maybe a mortal who is able of holding both powers of Uni and Primus would be able to unite the two, smoothing out the oppositional ways the two have always had? Like, he'd become the Prime of Balence or smth... if he didn't revive OP that is...

Do Primely relics burn his servos? Like, anything Prime/Primus made burns him like a Vampire with a Cross would? It would add angst to the previous idea; a Prime the matrix both chose but also burns from the inside out?

Let me know if you like any of these ideas! Feel free to use them as you see fit!

These ideas are amazing Anon!

1. Yes! Smokescreen has Pinkie sense for chaos! (Yes I like mlp, I'm not afraid to say it.) His door-wings twitch when he senses something, because I want them to. He becomes unprankable! I would be able to sense something as little as a small prank to something as big as say... The surrounding area of trees having bombs on them thanks to Dreadwing :3

2. Smokescreen absolutely becomes prank obsessed. He quickly realizes that he needs to keep the urges in check or his pranks start becoming harmful. Miko ends up quickly noticing something is wrong and manages to get Smokescreen to spill the beans. So now Miko is the self proclaimed chaos handler, making sure Smokescreen has enough chaos so he doesn't hurt anyone. Though Smokescreen is allowed, via Miko's orders, to go all out of he comes across a Decepticon mine. And yes, Smokescreen absolutely listens to his chaos handler.

3. His spark would definitely tint purple, but it wouldn't completely change color. Just a slight change, enough to be noticed but not enough to be obvious. Though it's not like he's showing off his spark anyway. His EM field definitely starts feeling off, though everyone just chalks it up to Smokescreen's usual shenanigans. Though Optimus can feel the change a lot more than the others, thankfully Ratchet explained everything to him. Optimus knows Smokescreen is safe, for now.

4. The entire "The Matrix will show itself to those who's spark is worthy," is what makes me think that Smokescreen doesn't get the Matrix. Being tainted with DE would make him unworthy. Though the Matrix would still allow him to use it's power, it just wouldn't let him keep it. He'd never become a Prime, but if someone handed it to him he could still pull it open. This being due to the fact that Smokescreen's spark itself is worthy, it's just the DE that makes him unworthy.

5. Yes, 100%. Smokescreen can't touch anything Primely without getting hurt. He wouldn't be able to touch the Saber or the Forge. He might not even be able to touch Optimus. It wouldn't burn immediately though, cause Optimus is living, but stay in contact long enough and it really starts to hurt. Though this had me thinking. Anything made by a Prime, it's not like Smokescreen would want to, but I think that would include the Dark Saber because it was made with the Forge. In turn, the space bridge Optimus makes would also hurt, but Smokescreen still cares enough to turn around and go back through when the base is destroyed. Smokescreen would have to go through that bridge 4 times, but he'd do it every time without hesitation. All for his team.