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debb987 · 2 months

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feral babies upon ye

Rad looks up when he hears a hissy screech coming from the ceiling. He doesn't have more than a second to process what's falling before something small and very angry falls.

Right at his face.

He closes his eyes on reflex, more startled than hurt by tiny claws and little sharp teeth. His scales are too thick for skin to be pierced.

He feels a pebble? A chirping pebble? Land somewhere in the space between neck and shell, right behind his head. Another tiny on a shoulder, even if it doesn't stay put for long, little clawed feet running from one shoulder to the next before it takes refuge along with the chirping pebble, right in the pocket shell.

A larger weight is on his shell, he hears the sound of a scratched shell as the creature tries to escale up his scutes to reach the others.

Churring to reassure the tots (because the sounds are definitely turtle) he slowly raises an arm to carefully pry the hissy one away from his face— PFFF THE EYES!

Raph chuckles and craddles the angry tot to his chest, hoping that being close to the sound will call him down. The larger tot has reached his neck now, a tiny arm reaching forward as if to ask for the hissy one to be handed over.

Rad lays down on the floor, letting the tots decide what they want to do as he continues to churr reassuringly.

#deb writes #the eldest brother tmnt #the eldest brother #snapper lou au

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sunnysideprincess · 2 years

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“Quack”

"Anthony Edward Stark," a voice yelled. Steve's heart fluttered in his chest at the sound of it. He turned, just as Stark yelped and ducked behind the couch, spilling popcorn everywhere. Both Miss Potts and Romanoff snorted into their drinks, while Steve watched, half aching and half ecstatic at the sight of the furious glare that once had him tripping over his feet. It didn't matter that the woman he once loved (still loved) was already touching eighty or that she had built a whole life without him. Margaret Elizabeth Carter was and will be his best girl.

"Peggy?"

She spared Steve a glance, then resumed her march towards the lounge where most of the Avengers lay sprawled about. He stared, suddenly feeling nervous. Why was she here? Did Fury tattle about his and Stark's awful argument in the helicarrier? He was hoping to get to know the man better. From the way things played out during the battle, Steve must've judged the man terribly wrong. Not that Stark didn't give as good as he get. But they were both trying to do better. For the team. And well, once you got over the whole narcissistic, spoiled rich man schtick, Stark was fun to hang around with.

He didn't want all the progress to be unmade. Even if it made him happy that Peggy was here to defend him.

"Tony," Peggy called, straightening right in front of the couch after Potts amicably pointed towards it. Her hands were on her waist, eyes sharp and lips tucked downwards unpleasantly. Yet, Steve noticed there was also something soft and vulnerable in her gaze.

His heart would've melted at the sight, if Stark hadn't chosen that exact moment to pop his head from the back of the couch. If Steve weren't still smarting over his lost time, he would've found the little wave and soft ", hello," Stark offered Peggy adorable.

As it were, he didn't find it adorable. And instead Steve slouched in the bar stool he was sitting on, mouthing at the bottle of beer he had been offered earlier.

"Don't hello me, young man. And get up. This is no way to greet your elderly."

Steve saw Potts, Rhodes and Romanoff stiffle their laughter behind their drinks, saw Stark squeak and stumble till he was standing and Steve felt a little like he was intruding on something.

"Um," Stark started as his hands swung back and forth by his side idly. "Hello, ma'am."

Peggy raised a perfectly shaped brow at that.

"Ma'am? Since when do you call me that, Ducky?"

Wait. Ducky?

"Well you do look like you're gonna take me to school, Aunt Pegs!"

Aunt?

"What's happening?"

Peggy turned towards Steve, her face a stormy canvas of fury, hurt and worry. Behind her, Stark shot him a glare and made a cutting motion with his hand over his neck.

"Steve, darling."

Stark smacked his head with his palm when Steve perked up.

"Yeah, Peggy?"

"Shut up."

Someone masked their laughter as a cough. And because his new team had no respect left for him after the Shwarma incident, Romanoff smirked and toasted him with her fruity cocktail.

"And you," Peggy raised her voice again, turning towards Stark so fast that all of them flinched.

"I pulled on so many threads to keep you out of Shield business! I went to Fury, Coulson and even Romanoff to make sure they don't loop you in on their dirty schemes. And then, Tony, guess what? I switch on the TV, hoping to catch up on my sunday drama and see my godson flying a nuke through a hole in the sky!"

"A wormhole," Stark corrected and then winced when Peggy's glower turned vicious. "Sorry?"

"I had to endure three days of Mister Jarvis stress baking. Do better than sorry."

"Um-"

"We didn't know if you lived. Or died-" Peggy trailed off, her voice wavering at the end. "No one told us."

She sighed, suddenly looking every bit of her age. And Steve felt his heart break all over again. Though for an entirely different reason than earlier. Even Stark, who was usually so blaze about everything, was looking at her with equal parts guilt and shame.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'll-" He frowned, tapped on the reactor. A gesture Steve recognized as a nervous habit. "I'll tell J to inform you next time. Um, before-"

"No, Ducky. No next time. We can't. You're not doing this again!"

"Can't promise that, you know."

"You worry me. You and him both."

Stark smiled. His eyes were glittering and sharp as they met Steve's.

"Well, that's one thing we have in common."

Peggy sighed, still glaring at Stark like she wasn't done with him yet. Steve mulled over on how he missed this. They were so alike. Both with their snappy wits, eyes that promised hellfire and defiance. It was oddly comforting to him. And even if he'd never admit it to anyone else, he liked Peggy's Godson a whole lot more than Howard's son.

"Come on, Aunt Pegs. We're celebrating! Stopped the end of the world. You know-" Stark offered her his hand and she took it, though she still looked like she wanted to hit him. "Romanoff was telling me about this movie-"

Steve sighed, settling into his seat for a long day. His drink had lost its charm somewhere, so he placed it back on the counter where Barton was going through various cabinets, nursing his own brew. Steve left him to it. The day had been long and the archer did spend a long time under mind control. Besides, maybe he could find Steve something he'd like to drink rather than just tolerate.

He watched as the tension drained from Peggy's shoulders, her hands absentmindedly patting her godson's. Stark looked comfortable curled up next to her, his head laying on the back of the couch and eyes half lidded from exhaustion. Steve suspects its why Peggy let the point go. Now that he was looking, he could see the way almost dying in space took a big chunk out of Stark's energy.

Their eyes met. Sure, they were not the same rich brown he fell in love with back in the forties. But they weren't too terrible to look at either. Just like the future he got stuck in.

#Aunt Peggy and her Ducky #MCU why?#tony stark #steve rogers #peggy carter #aunt peggy #fic #mcu #iron man #stony #marvel mcu #avengers #stevetony #steggy #ficlet #deb writes

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thehopefulquotes · 3 months

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That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you’re not so lovable.

Deb Caletti

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perfectquote · 2 months

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It made me wonder how many times we forgive just because we don’t want to lose someone, even if they don’t deserve our forgiveness.

Deb Caletti

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thoughtkick · 3 months

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It made me wonder how many times we forgive just because we don’t want to lose someone, even if they don’t deserve our forgiveness.

Deb Caletti

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perfeqt · 4 months

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That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you’re not so lovable.

Deb Caletti

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resqectable · 2 months

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It made me wonder how many times we forgive just because we don’t want to lose someone, even if they don’t deserve our forgiveness.

Deb Caletti

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quotefeeling · 9 months

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That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you’re not so lovable.

Deb Caletti

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perfectfeelings · 2 months

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Maybe I was being too picky. Maybe I didn’t want to be close to anyone. Maybe I’d just be the type who couldn’t feel love all the way or something.

Deb Caletti, The Secret Life of Prince Charming

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surqrised · 6 days

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That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you’re not so lovable.

Deb Caletti

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astaraels · 5 months

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hit 5k words on the shameless soulmates au draft I'm so fucking pumped y'all

I promised a preview so here's the beginning, I hope you enjoy it

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For as long as Ian could remember, there was a golden thread around his sister’s wrist. The same swirls were mirrored on her best friend, who also had a bold red pattern along her collarbone to match her boyfriend. Ian had seen all of those marks for years now, knew the story about how Fiona and Veronica just knew they’d be friends for life. How Vee and Kev weren’t legally married but they might as well be. They were perfect together.

He’d also seen the blue lines along Frank’s side when his father was passed out half-naked and drunk on the kitchen floor; vaguely recalled Monica flashing them all at breakfast one time to show off her own matching marks in the middle of a screaming match with her husband. Ian didn’t remember what they were fighting about—it never mattered, really, one argument turning into another into another—but something about how they were meant for each other, how Frank needed to leave that prissy bitch who can’t even handle a line of coke. Ian knew how bad both of his parents could be on their own, but how together they were even worse.

Soulmates could cut both ways. It was one of the earliest things he learned.

On Ian’s left ankle, he had an orange mark like a sunburst that matched Lip—his big brother, his best friend. Fiona used to tell them how when Ian was still a toddler, she showed Lip how to hold him. Lip in Fiona’s lap, Ian in Lip’s. Then Ian cried, and Lip knew he was hungry just like that—Fiona said that was when she saw their marks solidify, the color slowly spreading across like a sunset.

“I barely knew anything about soulmates back then,” she’d told them once over a shared bottle of beer, the three of them passing it back and forth as they sat on the couch. Some stupid reality dating show played on the TV, which was how they'd gotten onto the topic in the first place. “Frank and Monica ain’t exactly the picture of what you want outta romance, after all. But I heard some of the kids at school talk about it—brothers and sisters being your first soulmates.” She didn’t have a mark to match any of her kids, as she called them all, but it didn’t matter. Fiona was more like a mom to them than a big sister, anyway.

Ian could feel the faint trace of another mark wrapping around his left wrist, too. Another along his right thigh. Neither had filled in by the time he turned fifteen. Not that he minded—not that it mattered—because who gave a fuck about him besides his family? As long as he could remember, it’d been him and Lip against the world, helping Fiona with each successive younger sibling. Gallaghers took care of their own, after all. They weren’t the only ones to have matching marks, either; Debbie and Carl had them, too, splashes of dark green down the backs of their right legs. Liam of course was still too young for his marks to show up yet, but it wouldn’t be long now.

Fiona always said that romantic marks were bullshit, and Ian found himself agreeing with that more and more. Hell, the only people he knew that had made it work were Kev and Vee, and they seemed to be the exception to the rule. But part of him couldn’t help wondering who his other marks were a match for. He might be a jaded South Side hood rat, but fuck, didn’t everyone wonder now and again? A guy couldn’t help being curious about this sort of thing.

They always did say be careful what you wished for.

#shameless soulmates au #gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #like I said this is literally just the exposition of the first chapter but there's gonna be a lot of fun things in this one #platonic soulmates! mickey and the gallaghers! family bonding! baby lesbian debs! svet/mandy! gallagher irish twins antics! and so much more #leinth writes fic

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debb987 · 1 year

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Rise!Dee looked at the flower with surprise.

"For us? And you picked a nice one too! " He grinned and immediately grabbed it. "A Devil's Trumpet! I'll ask Mikey to put it in a vase, we don't want him accidentally using it for a new recipe, but the kitchen counter could certainly use some purple-"

"Actually, I think that's for us," 12!Donnie snatched the flower with a pointed look. "Since the story is still currently on our side of the multiverse, this offer is obviously meant for-"

"You wish this flower would be intended to your obviously inferior world-"

"It's got nothing to do with that! It's just logical."

"Don't even try to bullshit and claim it's logic, that's MY thing-"

"ARE YOU TWO GETTING ALONG OVER THERE!"

"YES!" they both answered in unison, grinning and linking arms like the best buddies on Earth, as they both grabbed onto the stem of the flower.

Rad squinted suspiciously. "Uh-huh, I have an eye on you guys- oh, what a pretty flower! Is that for us?"

EF!Raph, who had watched the exchange while slowly stepping back simply nodded.

"Hey, thank you! It's so cute, I wonder what kind of flower is-"

"Devil's Trumpet." Both Donnie's answered in unison before exchanging sideway glares.

Rad hummed and took the flower from them-

And ate it.

"Thanks for the snack, other Raph!" Rad muttered obliviously while both Donnie's stared with growing horror. "And sorry about them, please ignore these bozos-"

"Raph that was poisonous."

"They mean no harm- what."

"Why would you eat it, oohhh why, oh no."

"Ok, so there's a 60-40 chance Draxum accounted for that scenario-"

"No wait, why would a flower be poisonous!?" Rad huffed. "They're so pretty!"

"The real question here is why would you eat it-?"

EF!Raph slowly escaped from the accidental soon-to-be-crime scene, because even if Rad resulted to be inmune, it was obvious the two purple turtles would end up fighting each other.

#extended family au #eldest brother #the eldest brother tmnt #tmnt au competition #tmnt au polls #Deb writes #if you hear carefully #you can listen to Rafa having flashbacks to that cockroach scene #STOP EATING THINGS THAT ARE NOT FOOD #but it was pretty!#STOP EATING THE POISON #Oh how the roles have reversed #Rafa really be going Pizza Puffs here lmao #tbf #If not a snack then why snack sized #nvm that everything is snack sized for Raph ksksk

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sunnysideprincess · 2 years

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You know the donut skit? Here's the SteveTony take:

Tony is eating the donut when he walks in. There's sprinkles on his battered old t-shirt. The stripped hoodie he and Nat always share has a bit of icing on its sleeve. Steve isn't even mad. Just a little annoyed. He had been saving that donut for after his shower. He was hungry. Is, he corrects when his stomach gives a deep rumble.

"Tony, are you eating my red, white and blue sprinkled donut?"

If it were anyone else, the head tilt and the confused hum would have been playing poke a hungry bear with a stick. As it is, it's Tony and the soft, slow blink framed by long, beautiful lashes makes something inside of him purr like an overly large cat.

"Oh?"

He gives Steve another blink after peeking at the donut, then takes a slow bite. A bit of icing and sprinkles sticks to his lower lip and Steve can only watch with baited breath as he licks it clean. He doesn't even realise he's got Tony backed against the fridge till their noses are almost touching, and he can almost taste the sugary sweetness on his tongue.

"You remember what I said would happen if you took it?"

"Something about raining down hellfire?"

He wipes off a spray of red sprinkles with his thumb, noticing how Tony's eyes are bright. Dangerously mischievous. Steve accepts the challenge in them and smiles.

"And here you are without an umbrella."

"My, whatever will I do?"

The kiss is sweet, soft and chaste at first. When Steve goes to deepen it, turn it into something else, someone clears their throat.

"Um," Wanda starts, eyes darting to the fridge they're both blocking the way to. "Can I have my watermelon slices?"

"Sure, kid," Tony says, giving her a charming smile.

He slides past Steve with all the grace of a dancer, snatching the discarded donut on his way out. He turns at the door, just as Wanda makes a victorious grab towards her plate. Even at this distance, his eyes are bright. Devious. Tony takes a bite of the donut, smiles, and then winks. Beckoning Steve to follow through his threat.

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thehopefulquotes · 21 days

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It made me wonder how many times we forgive just because we don’t want to lose someone, even if they don’t deserve our forgiveness.

Deb Caletti

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perfectquote · 4 months

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That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you’re not so lovable.

Deb Caletti

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thoughtkick · 5 months

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That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you’re not so lovable.

Deb Caletti

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