#I should make a post about Los Reyes huh?

[frogonamelon]

Hello! It's been a while since I've shown off my version of the turtles so I've got some April and Mikey for ya!

Notes Below if ya want to learn about these goobers:

Little weird to start with a middle child but Mikey is the second youngest of the brothers at 14. He is a southern painted turtle and the artistic generalist and social butterfly of the family.

Despite his sunshiney and dumb appearance, he is the most emotionally intelligent and observant of his siblings. Mikey uses this gift for both good and evil, encouraging his brothers to communicate openly and healthily as well as having an uncanny ability to read their enemies/ when they’re lying and who is and is not trustworthy. He has quite the silver tongue and gets away with a lot.

April is a 21 year old college student who lives in a very small apartment building in the suburbs surrounding CSU Los Reyes, the school she attends. The turtles see her as their 'cool' older sister who can do anything and go anywhere she wants. While working towards her Anthropology degree, she runs a blog on local legends and cryptids, believing them to be fun stories until she finds out just how true they are. Suffice it to say... she does not get much sleep.

April actually meets Mikey first, on a rare rainy night pulling a Pennywise, watching the world from inside a rain gutter with shiny pure white eyes. Since then, she's done as much as she can for these kids and their mom between buying fresh groceries, showing the turtles elements of human society, and spying on The Foot.

[utterlyhopeful-fics]

Mission Complete

To Anon who requested Angel Reyes + cheating. This was too much fun, I LIVE for angst. 

Angel Reyes x Reader 

Warnings: language, angst, cheating, sexual content

Word Count: 1.7k

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Her pink polished nails burrowed into the crevice of Angel’s lower back, temporarily imprinting his imminent mistake onto his flesh just as her throaty moan fell on deaf ears. Angel Reyes described himself as the textbook definition of a selfish asshole which, is exactly why he found himself beneath someone else, someone completely opposite of his girl, Y/N. Her perfume suffocated his senses as he sunk deeper into her, unable to stop his own moans slipping through his lips. He was officially a piece of shit boyfriend, but his inner thoughts screamed at him to feel wanted. Even if it was by the wrong person. Angel was a man who reveled in power, craving complete submission, and tonight was his form of freedom. Every sound was different, genuine intimacy was out the window as his lustful instincts overtook him. Hiding her away in his judgment-free zone, stupidly picturing Y/N as he came, the girl he never deserved, but he made a choice, and for that came cruel consequences he wasn’t willing to admit were an option just yet. 

Angel’s abdomen tightened as his ecstatic end came to a finish, sweat glistening like glue between their overheated bodies. That was the tricky thing to secrets, they weighed heavily as we adapted to carrying them, forever, no matter the cost of their burdens.  Angel caressed her hips before moving her off his lap, his bubble of bliss nothing but a puddle of destruction in this inevitable aftermath. As he reached for his boxers, he felt her lips kissing along his neck.

“Get the fuck out already, will ya? Y/N will be here shortly.”

“Easy jackass, I can’t find my underwear. Where the fuck did you throw them, Papi?” 

Angel couldn’t even muster up enough energy to remember the poor girl’s name minus that he chose her for no reason whatsoever, an entrance into oblivion. He required a warm body, someone who didn’t know shit about his fucked-up life, and was able to silence his thoughts, if only for a little bit.

“Olvídalo (Forget it). You know where the door is.”

“You really are a piece of shit Angel Reyes. I can’t believe Y/N hasn’t dumped your ass by now.” A devilish grin mirrored upon her caked features as he noticed her smeared lipstick.

Bile rose in his throat as his words ascended through the humid air, watching it all slip from his grasp, and he didn’t do a damn thing to stop it.

“Me neither. Thanks for the ride sweetheart.”

Internally, Angel couldn’t mute his mind any further and sighed as Y/N face stormed behind his closed lids. He knew Y/N would be worried about him by now, she was structure, beauty, and, imperfectly resilient. Always better to reign in hell, anyways.

Shit, he sighed, finally releasing his breath he didn’t realize was entangled in his lungs. Y/N would be here in 15 minutes as the guilt only began its descended coil within his gut. Angel exulted in self- hatred, but not all monsters were that way in the beginning.

Y/N’s POV

Just as his trailer came into sight, electricity surged as her excitement started to build, this was her favorite part of any day, being in his presence. She took in his unkempt facade; Angel’s forehead was beaded in sweat as his cheeks were flushed red almost like he had just finished a marathon. Odd, but still she found this man to be downright irresistible. Y/N stepped closer to him, wrapping her arms closely around his neck, unable to hide the smile that made its way to her lips.

“I missed you today.” Before he could comprehend, she was already pressed against him as the edge of her lips found his, and he couldn’t help but give in to the courageous woman standing in front of him.  

“Lo siento baby, you know better than anyone how knee deep in shit we are?” He prayed to whoever was foolish enough to listen to his prayers that forgiveness was on the table, but he should have known by now that everything he ever cherished, he tainted; given enough time.

�� “Que paso mi amor?” Her brow uneasily raised, she knew him like the back of her hand, and he was mere seconds away from destroying her.  Finally meeting her eyes, Angel guided her to sit on his bed, all while taking her hand into his, memorizing every detail he took for granted. Unexpectedly, her steps stopped as she eyes found their intertwined fingers, nervousness finally making its appearance.

“Sometimes it feels better to just not talk at all. Please just – listen to me. I love you so goddamn much.”

“Something’s tearing you up on the inside. Man the fuck up and spit it out.” Worry laced her tone as she nervously shifted from one foot to the other, unable to calm the quaking in her heart. If his eyes told her anything, war was about to crumble upon them.

“You wanna be in a relationship and I can’t seem to stay in one. You should know by now that I care about your feelings more than mine which is why what I’m about to admit is terrifying.”

Her mind sputtered to a halt as she processed what Angel was exactly trying to convey to her. Her words were locked behind her lips uncertain of the situation in front of her, as her body had become her own personal prison. She stuttered as she spoke, unease shaking her to her core before forming the one sentence she never wanted to muster.

“Did you sleep with someone?” He absolutely hated when she cried, but he loathed himself fully when her chin quivered. The true kicker was when he reached for her and she flinched from his touch, a touch she so deeply craved, one she didn’t realize came with an expiration date detailed in the fine print. This was the one moment Angel wished the cement floor could swallow him whole. He was indeed a glutton for punishment, and the reaper was fast approaching.

She made her way towards his disheveled bed, nausea churning in her chest as she thought about another girl being in his arms. Her back was faced away from him as she couldn’t help but notice the unwarranted red undergarment lazily tossed by her sweatshirt. A sweatshirt she had left behind since they started spending more nights together. Y/N reached for the offensive item before fiercely stalking his way, rage taking ahold of her.

“It’s funny how sometimes the people you take a bullet for, are the ones behind the trigger, huh?” Angel was caught off guard when he felt her arms press into his shirt before violently throwing the underwear in his face. Y/N considered crying, but nothing came out. All that remained was a sort of twisted sadness, a sick sad, one where she couldn’t feel any physically worse.

“Y/N, let me expl-“

“No… You don’t get to speak, you don’t get to defend your fuck up, and you definitely don’t get to control this conversation. Got it?”

All he could do was simply nod in agreement and tread lightly as her fury began to simmer below her skin.

“Mission complete Angel Reyes. I feel so fucking empty. Do you know what it like to be completely empty? I—I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“I know I messed up but-“

“But nothing. You made a decision and now you’re cowering instead of bearing the consequences. Did you think of me when you were fucking her? Was I even a passing thought as you shoved your dick inside her?”

Angel inhaled in an attempt to gather his recklessly scattered thoughts. He couldn’t bullshit a bullshitter and based on the look etched into her newly found frown, Angel was officially shut out by the one person he considered his safe haven. You deserve this you piece of shit, you brought this upon yourself when all you had to do was push her away.

“I wasn’t thinking. Sometimes people do terrible things when they’re scared. They don’t mean to, but they can’t help it. I lashed out for no reason at all but to test to waters and now I’m anchored to the ocean floor.”

“Just quit already, let me guess- this wasn’t the first time. Exactly how many times did you laugh behind my back only to come home and double dip, hm?”

This was a question Angel wasn’t prepared for in the slightest which is why he chose to remain silent. Y/N didn’t need any additional ammunition to fire his direction. The damage was done, and he was naively there to watch the wildfire spread.

“Y/N, if you walk away, I understand, but know that you were the only one who always had my heart. Please never doubt that.”

She gathered her remaining articles of clothing that had created their blended home and shuffled towards the impending exit of his home and their sunken relationship. Y/N’s fingers wrapped around the cold knob, the crickets chirped as she fought to regain her composure.

“I want to you remember this day and recognize that you broke us, even when we don’t know each other anymore because I will never be yours again Angel.” Her trembling hands finally allowed her one last push against the door-frame as she met the chilled air, goosebumps rippling along her skin. Y/N’s emotions finally seeped through, but she refused to let him see her collapse.

“I wanted to find a way to be happy with you by my side, but if I can’t have you, I’ll find a way to be happy without you. Now get out of my fucking face, asshole.” The finality in her words commanded his attention as Angel was left horrendously alone all by his own hand.

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[tatooine92]

MEA: From the Ground Up - Part 5

Fandom: Mass Effect Andromeda Pairing: Amanda Ryder x Reyes Vidal Rating: T (I guess? It’s ALL FLUFF) Previous Parts: 1: https://tatooine92.tumblr.com/post/159231311635/mea-from-the-ground-up-part-1 2: https://tatooine92.tumblr.com/post/159234117740/mea-from-the-ground-up-part-2 3: https://tatooine92.tumblr.com/post/159424302975/mea-from-the-ground-up-part-3 4: https://tatooine92.tumblr.com/post/159424707075/mea-from-the-ground-up-part-4 Spoilers?: Depends on your definition of spoiler. It’s set post-game. Summary: Mandy is recovering in the Tempest’s medbay when lo, a visitor appears! I’m sorry this is so late, guys. Enjoy the fluffy fluff.

Almost as soon as Mandy asked SAM to invite Reyes up to the Tempest, she regretted it, primarily because the ensuing hours of waiting did her nerves no favors. Besides, what if she'd ruined everything by allowing Cora and Jaal to reattempt taking the kett base? She already felt horrible for not being there for her team, and she hated relying on someone else's soldiers to do what she should be doing herself. If anything happened to them--any of them, fuck it, fine, Reyes included--she would never forgive herself.

"Lexi," she grumbled, "if I ever get hurt again, I give you full permission to kill me."

"May I get that in writing?" Lexi replied, deadpan.

"Har har."

"Besides," said Lexi, "I'm sure Mr. Vidal would be quite disappointed if you turned up dead."

"Oh, sure, just bring him into this." Mandy sighed. She picked at a hangnail on her right thumb. "...do you think so?"

"I think so, Suvi thinks so, the entire crew thinks so... Amanda, he's not exactly subtle. You would have to be completely obtuse not to see it."

"Thankfully, my one strength in life is that I'm only partially obtuse."

"I wouldn't say that's your only strength."

Mandy's gut seized with surprise as her gaze jerked up to the medbay door at the sound of that Spanish-tinged voice. She hadn't even heard the door open. But there, like an angelic figure out of a myth, was Reyes, leaning in the open doorway, his dark hair haloed by the blue hallway lights beyond. He smirked calmly, arms folded over his chest, weight shifted onto one foot so the other one could rest slightly propped as he leaned. His hair was slightly askew, face dusty, and armor dinged with obvious bullet holes.

"Reyes," Mandy gaped. "You..."

She swallowed hard.

"You look like shit."

Reyes laughed--an actual laugh, not that sarcastic little chuckle of his--and elegantly unfolded from the doorway as he entered the medbay.

"I've been given far worse compliments by far less beautiful women."

"I'm just a winner no matter how you dice it, huh?" She didn't know how to respond except with sarcasm. Her heart pounded so hard she thought SAM would caution her. Wait a second. "SAM, why didn't you tell me he was on his way?!"

"...unknown," SAM replied. If he'd had a physical body, Mandy was certain he'd have shifty eyes and all.

"Oh my God," she groaned. She closed her eyes and pressed her forehead into the curve between thumb and index finger.

"Should I go?" There was sudden concern in Reyes' voice, as if he were uncharacteristically ill at ease. "I thought you'd wanted... Ah, never mind, perhaps I was mistaken!"

"No, stay," Mandy sighed.

She surprised herself by reaching out swiftly and grasping his sleeve. For the first time since they'd fought, she looked at him, really looked at him. What struck her was how exhausted he looked. She'd never seen him like that before. The scuffs and scrapes from battle showed clearly up close.

"...are you okay?" she murmured.

"What, all of this?" Reyes snorted and shrugged. "Ah, just a few new badges of honor. You'll be happy to know the kett on Eos are no more. But that's... not what you asked, is it?"

"...not really, no."

"Ah, look, coffee break time," Lexi announced with a clear of her throat, quickly striding out of the medbay. Mandy could almost detect a grin on the asari's face as she left. She waited until the door closed again before she sighed.

"Yeah, I... I got all your emails. There were a lot, that's for sure."

"Ah, yes, well, I was... trying to match the ones you sent to me. There were a lot of those, too."

Reyes sighed and dragged a chair across the room to sit down at Mandy's bedside. He leaned forward and braced his elbows on his knees. Neither of them said a word for a few minutes. Mandy just watched him sigh and brush his hand through his hair, dislodging grains of Eos sand that the airlock decon chamber had apparently missed. Instead of the cool, easy smirk he'd worn earlier, his face was completely open now, open and vulnerable--the way it had been the night on the docks, with them and the whiskey. Mandy took a deep breath and reached down. Her hand softly curved over his forearm, making him look up. He smiled tiredly.

"...doc has a bottle of Serrice Ice in the wound care cabinet," she murmured. Reyes pushed back from the bed and stood.

"I won't tell if you don't."

"Deal," Mandy replied, though she made a mental note to replace the bottle if at all possible.

A moment later Reyes was sitting at her side again with the pilfered bottle. He opened it and offered it to her.

"Ladies first," he said.

"How considerate," Mandy replied, taking the bottle and enjoying a swig. Reyes chuckled.

"I try."

Mandy passed the bottle back to him, and he took a drink of the brandy. He tilted his head, savoring it.

"Very smooth. Tastes expensive."

"A little like I'm going to be murdered by an upset asari doctor," Mandy agreed.

They smiled faintly at each other, but then after a moment, their gaze broke and they glanced to the side. Reyes passed the bottle back. Mandy held it without drinking, running her thumb over the label. After another moment, Reyes exhaled and lightly smacked the tops of his thighs.

"Right then. Shall I start?"

Mandy glanced up, meeting Reyes' gaze that time. He exhaled again. Everything seemed to happen in repetitive motions in this pathetic excuse for a conversation, as if they were too nervous to actually speak their minds.

"I don't know what else you want me to say," Reyes continued. "I've bent over backwards trying to prove how I feel about you, and I don't know what else I can do. You're angry, yes, I realize this, but at least give me a hint that I'm doing it right!"

Mandy blinked quickly and took a long sip of Serrice Ice.

"All I ever wanted from you was to know I matter," she said, forcing herself to look right at him and keep her voice even. Her throat tightened, and she heard her tone get quieter, as if fighting tears. "When you fell off the map after everything on Kadara, I figured you'd just been using me the whole time. Saying things you thought I wanted to hear. Okay, sure, I've never had a real relationship. And I was afraid you were taking advantage of that just to get something out of me."

"Get something...?"

"Sloane's death, sex--hell, I don't know. Just... something."

"Well, I think I would remember sex with the inimitable Amanda Ryder," Reyes tried to joke. His smile fell when Mandy handed him the bottle and ducked her head. A moment later, soft sobs eked out of her, and her shoulders shook. "Oh, oh, no, Amanda, don't... don't cry..."

Mandy couldn't help herself, though she tried to cry softly so she wouldn't hurt her ribs. Her chest ached with repressed sobs, but she couldn't risk breaking everything... Not that most things in her life weren't already broken. She pressed her palms over her eyes as she cried, half with heartache and half with embarrassment over being so emotional. It would be easier if she were just some staunch, emotionless soldier, strong and brave and uninterrupted by these kinds of breakdowns. Why couldn't she be the kind of person everyone had viewed Dad as?

"I'm not good enough, am I?" she wept softly, hunching her shoulders as if to hide. "I'm just... not..."

"...is that what you think?" Reyes asked. "Amanda, it's not--"

"If it's not true then why does everyone act like it?" she whispered, rubbing her rapidly reddening eyes. "My own dad, the entire Initiative... my own crew... you..."

"No, Amanda," Reyes breathed.

The chair scraped on the floor as he pushed away from it, setting the bottle aside. He climbed onto the medbay bed, and Mandy looked up, startled, when his weight joined hers. Her eyes widened as he settled at her side and gently wrapped an arm around her. Mandy tensed, but he didn't move. Instead, he just pressed his lips to her forehead, and Mandy shattered inside. She clung to him, sobbing, ribs be damned. Reyes wrapped both arms around her as tightly as he could, rocking her slowly.

"You have proved everyone wrong," he murmured, his cheek against her hair, "and anyone who thinks otherwise can fight me. You're definitely enough. And I was an idiot to be afraid. It was all me, never you. Never you, Amanda."

Mandy clung to him, and they held each other in silence for a few moments. She wanted so desperately to believe him, to drink in his honeyed words and make them a part of her. Why not? She did believe him. No one spent that much effort on emails and custom serenades just for a lie. She felt like she had seen past the dashing smuggler exterior to the man who loved her. Loved her. It boggled her mind even to imagine that, after her life of trying to prove herself to everyone she met, that Reyes wanted her. Maybe she wasn't so different from Reyes. They had each only ever wanted to be somebody. Now they were, but each other's opinion seemed to be the only opinions that mattered. He was somebody to her, and for the first time, Mandy deeply believed she was somebody to him. It felt like falling backward onto an ocean current, letting the saltwater support her body and carry her away in the blissful weightlessness of acceptance. Reyes Vidal loved her after all. This time, she would let him, and she would believe that they were more than good enough for each other.

Mandy sucked in a slow, pained breath from her strained ribs, but she still gave Reyes a squeeze around his chest, battered, hole-punched armor and all. She nestled her head against his shoulder.

"...it's Mandy," she whispered.

"...mm?"

"It's Mandy." She looked up at him, blinking away tears. "That's what the people I love call me."

Reyes smirked coolly, but his eyes lit up like a sun. He gave her a gentle squeeze around the shoulders.

"Then perhaps we should toast to starting from the ground up, mm?"

Mandy nodded, a smile finally curving her lips. Her gaze admiringly swept his face, and she softly traced his jaw with her thumb.

"You're still a crappy singer, though."

Reyes laughed, soft and deep.

"Ah, well, I have other ways to woo you."

Instead of grabbing the bottle for the toast, he brushed his fingers over her jaw and tilted her lips to his, a soft hum of pleasure buzzing in his throat. Mandy met him gladly, bracing her palm against his chest. Cheers, to a fresh start.