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thesmi1ingcheshire · 1 year ago

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Lend me your ear, and I'll give you my Heart.

In all honesty, Donnie really should have told his brothers where he’s been going for that past few months on his ‘runs’. It may have saved him the hassle later on. But this was his friend. He should be able to visit them when he wanted. Donnie huffed as he slid through the window, the black cat sitting nearby slowly blinking at him. The windchime that had been finally moved dinged as it hit the edge of his shell.

“Amethyst? That you?” His head turns to face the human that spoke up. A bright mocha-bark eye and a hazed brown eye trained onto him. A bright smile crosses her face, one hand freeing itself from the little pot holding a venus flytrap raised up to sign; ‘Hello, its been a while!’ at him.

“Not that long Stygian.” He chuckles, finally pulling himself into the apartment and closing the window with a click. “Hel’o Salem.” He croons at the black cat, offering him a chin scratch. ‘Salem’ lets out a soft ‘ow’ before jumping down and racing away, ‘Stygian’ sidestepping her cat to avoid stepping on him.

“Stuff’s been hitting the fan as of late. It feels like forever ago since you’ve been here.” Stygian says, setting the pot down on the window sill. “Dragons have been really active as of late. Haven’t gone out past 5 for the past week.” Donatello winced at that. Mikey and Raph had pointed that out as well on their last run to the surface.

“Yeah, we’ve seen it too.” He admitted, pulling away from the window to not draw attention, as Stygian closed the said curtains. “We’re probably going to have to cancel rooftop training till it all dies down.” A groan sounds from Stygian, her hands signing curse words. “Sydney, I’m being serious.” Donnie said, teeth flashing slightly in a near scowl.

Her hands stopped and she looked at him, eyes filled with worry. He never used her real name unless it was a necessary or a serious matter. Donnie felt his jaw clench a little. He hadn’t seen that look since their first meeting. He’d actually recoiled at the sight of taunt scar tissue that’d been burned into the left side of her face and damaged the left eye. Course, she’d screamed at seeing a very large turtle sitting on her fire escape with a gash in his arm. So, it took some getting used too on both ends.

“Damn, was… looking forward to that.” She hummed, hands signing the words as well.

“Sucks ass.” Donnie responded, hands also following his words. He paused, before reaching into one of the pouches on his side. “Hey, I fixed your hearing aid.” She perks, and came over to mutants side, curious. “Took a bit, but I finally got it working again.”

“Ohmygod, you are a life saver!” Stygian squeaked, bouncing in place and hands clapping together. “Oooh it would have cost so much to get a new one! Quick! Lets see if it works!” Donnie couldn’t help but to laugh as she bolts over to the couch, nearly flopping into it before straightening on it, legs crossed and head tilted so he could acces the left ear.

“Slow down there, I know this is exciting! But it may still need some tweeking!”

“First time handling little things, Amethyst?” Comes her teasing croon as he looms over her with the hearing aide in hand. With his free hand, he gently smooshes her face, earning him a squeal of muffled laughter.

“That’s Donatello to you, missy.” He shoots back, the snapper showing his teeth as Stygian’s good eye playfully glares at him.

“Pretty sure I am older than you, doofus.” Comes the muffled come back, the end a bit clearer as his hand pulls away from her face and to the side of Stygian’s head. Donnie shushes her, now focused on the mangled ear. She goes still, head staying perfectly still while her hands drummed on her thighs. Carefully, Donnie sets the device in place in her ear, and turns it on with battered breath. Theres a flinch and a wince from Stygian, but she goes still again. Moment of truth.

“Does it work?” Stygian turned her head back from its tilted position before looking back at him. A broad grin erupted across her face.

“Huston we have landed.” Was all she said before Donatello whooped, his hands going right into the air.

“YES! HA! TAKE THAT TINY PIECE OF SHIT!” The snapper shouts, pointing at the hearing aid before doing a happy jig in place. Stygian in turn snorts, before bouncing up from her seat on the couch and joins him. Laughter filled the room, the mutant and human swinging to their own beat in joy of one's celebration.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Both of them froze in place. Donnie felt every muscle in his body go stiff, ready to pounce. Stygian, on the other hand whipped around, placing herself in front of the turtle(which thinking back to it later, Donnie couldn’t help but wonder why? She was smaller than him.)

“Hide.” The word comes out as an order. And he obeys. Ducking into the open door, and quietly pushing it just enough so it wasn’t closed, but ajar enough so he could see into the room. Stygian didn’t move for a moment, eyes darting from the door to the window. Quietly, she padded over to the window, her hands inching towards the window. He cursed under his breath. Donnie couldn’t hear what was outside of the window, and where he was, couldn’t see it either.

So instead, he trained his eyes on Stygian and her movement. Despite only training for a month at most, she’d been quick to pick up some moves. She’d already surprised him once with her strength, having sending him over her shoulder when he grabbed her(Stygian kept apologizing profusely afterwards, girl could throw). But it didn’t mean that she could fully defend herself like he could.

Stygian jumped back with a scream, pulling Donnie from his thoughts. Another, far more familiar scream sounded. Which was then followed up by a twack! and a ‘GAH!’ Donnie blinked, his brain trying to process who’d he just heard.

“Who the- What! WHO ARE YOU!?” Stygian had leaped back out of sight, but Donnie had caught sight of a book sailing through the air at the window.

“HEY! WATCH WHERE YOUR THROWIN’ THAT!”

Oh.

Leonardo couldn’t help but wince at the sight of the youngest member of their family get clocked right in the nose by the human living in the apartment that they’d creeped up to. The same on in which Donnie’s signal seemed to be sitting for the past 20 minutes. Mikey shot back with a curse, hands to his beak. Raphael in turn surged forward, ready to defend Michelangelo, when a book(or was it a magazine? The sizing of it was weird.) sailed out the open window and stuck Raph in the shoulder.

“Who the- What! WHO ARE YOU!?” Screamed a female, voice high and shrill. Leo again winced at the pitch, as Raph whirled on her, taking a step inside and shouted back;

““HEY! WATCH WHERE YOUR THROWIN’ THAT!” Ok, this was gonna get out of hand really fast, Leo couldn’t help to think as he pushed forward, a hand going to Mikey’s shoulder.

“You good?” He asks quietly, Mikey nods, hissing in pain, hands still clamped on his nose. The screaming inside seems to intensify as he slides in, his blue eyes scanning the room. Modest, a lot of easy to care for plants, A cat tower beside a bookshelf. His gaze then turns to Raphael and the human that owned the apartment. If Raph had hair, it would have been standing on end in anger, his tail moving in an agitated way. The human was the same way, her eyes somewhat wild and wide.

What caught Leo off guard was how one was a hazed over brown, and what looked like burn scars covering the upper left side of her face, going into the hair line, leaving puckered pale-pink lines criss crossing across to the back of her skull, down her neck and stopping at her bicep. Her hair looked like it was half shorn off(most likely because of the scaring) on one side, the other was long and wavy, blonde streaks from what Leo could only assume was from the sun.

Leo looked to his brother, who was starting to close the distance between the human and him.

“Raph stop, your freaking her out!” Leo had to shout even louder than the two to be heard. Raph whipped around to face him, his beak contorted into a snarl as the human dived for the counter, as if to grab something.

“Freaking her out?!?! She punched Mikey!” Raph hissed out, a finger pointed accusingly at the human, who’d reappeared with a knife in hand and looking a little more confused than before. The door to their right opened, causing the two turtles to flinch. Raph whirled on the spot, his teeth bared. Leo’s hand automatically went for his katana. Donatello glared at the two of, and Leo couldn’t help but feel a shudder go down his spine.

“You didn’t tell them??” All three brothers heads turned to look at the disgruntled woman. Her face was one of confusion, and frustration. “Dude!”

“What?” Donnie asked, raising his hands as if he was ready to chastise her.

“No No! Don’t ‘what?’ me!” She cut him off, hand raised, and knife on the counter. “You told me, that you where going to tell your brothers about me! And by the looks of it, you didn’t!” Her hands gestured wildly at Leo and Raph. She then looked passed the two, leaning a little before calling out. “You can come in Topaz!”

“Topaz?” Donnie asked.

“Shush up Amethyst.” She hissed out, turning her back to acces the freezer/fridge behind her. Both Leo and Raph cast him confused looks, and Donnie just quirked a brow and shrugged at them.

“Amethyst?” Raph echoed quietly at Donnie as the human sidesteped him to reach Mikey, hand still on his nose. They watched as in a soothing voice, she managed to get him pry his hand away from his nose to look at it, before offering a bag of ice. “And why’d you call Mikey ‘Topaz’?” She turned towards them again, her posture and stance slowly coming down from the defensive one.

“Well, cause he’s purple.” She pointed to Donnie. “And the gem is that color as well. So, Amethyst.” She hums out as Mikey slowly(but gratefully) takes the ice bag. “I am so sorry for punching ya buddy, you did scare the shit outta me.”

“‘S alright.” Mikey slurred, his voice nasually from the blow. “Ya punch hard.”

“Can thank my older brother for that one.” The response comes out a bit of a sad chuckle before patting his arm. “Sit, please. Mind the cat.” Leo blinks in surprise as a shadow moves away from Mikey’s legs, hissing before darting into the room that Donnie had come out of, and vanishing. Again, his gaze falls upon his purple-clad brother, who groans.

“Leo, Raph, Mikey. This is Sydney, aka Stygian. Stygian, these are my brothers.” He grumbles out, hand moving to point to the representative people. ‘Stygian’ blinked owlishly at them, regarding them with a careful eye.

“And how is it that the two of you met?” Raph growls, arms crossing.

“He fell on the fire escape and somehow managed to gouge his arm on a rusted spot,” Stygian says pointedly, her hands going on her hips. “So your Ruby?” Raph’s golden-yellow eyes go big, and Donnie couldn’t help but to let out a snort of amusement at his younger brother's face. “I like his fire, Amethyst.” Raph starts to sputter, and Leo couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at Raph floundering under Stygian’s comments. Mikey seemed to howl in laughter as they all watched a cheshire smile broaden on her face.

It was hard to believe that this happened so long ago. Stygian had become a part of their little family. Casey and April had really taken to her, and it didn’t take long for her to gain his brother's trust. Splinter however, took a bit longer however. But with her interest in learning ninjutsu managed to bridge the gap. Now, they were all fighting side by side.

“Heads up Amethyst!” Donnie ducked, a metal pipe whiffing over his head. The Purple Dragon’s eyes widened upon realizing that he missed. Donnie kicked his leg out, knocking the man onto the ground face-first.

“Thanks for the heads up Stygian!” He calls out, bo whipping around to strike another that had started to charge him, then dipping down to allow Stygian to leap off his shell to tackle another dragon to the ground.

“No problem!” Comes her cheerful chirp, her tonfa smacking the downed Purple Dragon before rolling off of him and into another.

“This is the third group tonight!” Raph shouted, the pommel of his sai cracking into the forehead of one dragon and his elbow colliding into another. “You sure your bro is in on this Stygian?!”

“He’s gotta be… I can’t think of anyone else that would follow through with his crazy plan to try to blow up mutants!” Stygain yells again, dropping as Mikey sails through the air, feet first into the chest of another one of the gang members.

“Casey and April said they found the bomb! And they think they have the last location of the stock pile!” Leo grunts, his shell pressing against Donnies, panting heavily. “Almost there guys!”

“Last ones down!” Mikey whoops, twirling his nunchuck in his free hand, a foot on the back of the groaning man.

“Alright… Load up people! We got one more!” Leo called out as April and Casey raced out of the building. Donnie sighs, chest heaving as he watches his brothers and friends start to make their way out of the alley, slowing down only for Stygian. She’d started to slow down, looking down at the beaten gang members. The look on her face… He’d only seen it once before.

“You sure your up for this?” Donnie asked once he’d slowed down enough to match her pace.

“No.” Was the simple response.

“You don’t have to do this then.” He pleaded. Mocha-bark and hazed brown met his red, a storm brewing in them.

“I don’t have a choice. I am not losing this family.” Her tone was short, clipped. Donnie watched as she picked up her pace, pulling ahead of him briefly, his mind going back to what had happened a few weeks ago.

“Donatello… I am trusting you with this you know.” Donnie looked over at Stygian, confused. A thin sheen of sweat covering her brow, what hair she hadn’t cut short was plastered to the side of her face.

“You know you don’t have to tell me.” He pointed out, a bottle of water in hand. She shook her head.

“I lent you my ear from the very start…. You’ve… asked about my past.” Donnie froze. “Its only fair for you to lend me your ear.”

“Ok….” Donatello said, setting down his bottle, and clasping his hands together. Stygian sunk into her chair, blowing air through her nose and bringing a bandaged hand to her face.

“I am assuming you’ve heard of ‘The Demon of Dragons’?” Donnie nodded, thinking back to the news articles that he’d found on that particularl character. Killed his family with an explosion which disfigured him; badly. Some how managed to escape from jail and has been on the run for a while now.

“I’m his sister.” Stygian said, voice far quieter than it should have been. Donnie froze, red eyes going wide.

“Your shitting me.”

“Nope.”

“I thought-”

“I got really lucky.” Donnie felt his mouth snap shut, his eyes scanning her as she slumped forward, eyes downcast and her chin was in her hands. The scars where shining in the light. He wanted to ask. He really did. “Yep… that same explosion is the reason why I have these scars.”

Silence permeated between the two of them. Donatello stared at Stygian, gaging her emotions. Her throat bobed, as if she was trying to fight back tears.

“I’ve been told I wear my heart on my sleeve Donnie… I have been told that so many times.” Donnie straightens a little, watching as Stygian slumps forward more, a hand going to her eyes. “And because of that… Their gone… My family. Just… gone.” Her voice coming out as shuddering gasps.

“It’s my fault.”

“No.” Stygian looked up, her good eye starting to turn a little pinkish. Donatello’s face had harded, jaw set. “What your brother did, was not your fault.” His hand reaches out, dwarfing Stygian’s as his fingers wrap around her own. “Your brother made that choice. You didn’t.” They stared at one another, tears starting to stream from her eyes before she leans forward, leaning on Donnie, quiet sobs sounding from his shoulder. In turn, he wrapped his arms around her. “Thank you.”

“For what?” Stygian’s voice came out very quiet.

“For trusting me with your heart.”

Donnie back handed one of the Purple Dragons that had gotten to close to him, a scream ripping through the air as Mona plowed right into the group of them. He couldn’t help but to wince a little at the sound of them, knowing that when the police came, they’d be bound to the hospital. He then flinched at the sound of a pop, and Casey yelling over the sounds of battle.

“THEY HAVE GUNS!” Donatello swore, again swinging his bo to crack another upside the head, noting the pistol that dropped form their grip. Great, now he had to worry about getting shot. There’s another pop, and a quick yip.

“Mikey!” He hears Leo call out.

“I’m fine! Grazed me!” Their younger brother yells back, backflipping and clipping a Dragon in the chin as he goes by, Raph going in after the offender with the gun with a punch to the side of the head.

“Fuck! They got metal plates in their skulls or what?!” Raph barked out, kicking at two that came from the sides.

“Maybe it’s to protect their thick skulls from anymore damage?” Stygian offers, ducking under the arm of another goon and kicking him between the legs before punching him. “Seems like something that they’d do!” Mikey laughs at the notion, only for Raph to groan and role his eyes.

“Focus you guys!” Leo yells, slashing at another one of the goons. “I’d rather not have anyone get shot today!”

“Easy for you to say, Fearless!” Raph snaps back.

“Been easy so far!” Donnie yells, smacking a gun out of a hand, and kicking them away. A scream rips through the air, loader than the fighting. Donnie whipped around to see a man with a tangled mane of carrot red hair, a revolver in his hands as his one good eye whipped around, staring at him, his brothers and the others.

“Should’a known better than to hire this dipweeds to do the dirty work.” The man rasped out, the scaring on the right side of his face making the words come out like a lisp. Donnie felt dread pool into his stomach. The Demon of Dragons.

Stygian’s Brother.

No, no time, focus on whats in front of you, Donnie had to force himself to focus on the Purple dragons still rushing him. Stygian was no longer in sight.

Where did she go?

“Sister! How kind of you to join us!” He hears her brother exclaimed, followed a yelp of pain.

“No! This ends now, you fucker!” Stygian yells out, and Donnie catches her slapping her older brother with the tonfa. The chaos of the fight started to increase tenfold. The pops started to get more and more frequent, the sounds of screaming and yelling getting loader and loader. Donatello’s arms where starting to hurt.

Someone slammed into him. A yip pulled itself from his throat, and his head whipped around. The sound of pops ripped through the air, nearly hitting him. Stygian had football charged him.

“Thanks!” He said, breathless.

“No… no problem… Amethyst!” Came her reply, also, just as breathless. “I uh…. I don’t see him anymore?”

“Think he ran?” Donnie asked.

“If he did… then he’s a coward…” Stygian spits out. Donatello didn’t question the strain in her voice.

“Come on, we still have a job to finish.” Donnie said, patting her shoulder. Stygian chuckled, a tonfu spinning in one hand.

“Bet I can take more out than you.”

“I’ll hold you to it.” Donnie grinned, teeth flashing at his friend. Stygian mimicked him before the duo jumped back into the fray.

It was over.

The Demon of Dragons had fled. The bombs where… difused. Victory should have felt good.

Stygian’s brother was still on the loose. He was still a danger to everyone, mutants and humans alike.

Three of the Purple Dragons that had been in his employ had been killed by him. The air was somber as they loaded up into the Shellraiser.

And things where only going to get worse.

Donatello was focusing on getting back to the lair when Mikey screamed in the back. His head whipped around, and watched as his youngest brother quide Stygian to the floor of the truck, the others starting to crowd around her.

“April?”

“Here! I got the wheel, check whats going on!” April urged, hands now on the wheel, Donnie moved out of the way, allowing her to take the seat as he moved as quickly as his body would let him. An rusty smell filled the air as he got closer to where Leo and Mikey where trying to rouse Stygian.

Blood. Stygian was covered in it. It coated Mikey’s palms, and was smeared across his bicep. Leo hands where pressed down on the right side of her chest, the light green of his scales slowly turning red. Then Donnie remembered.

Stygian had tackled him. She’d prevented him from getting shot.

“He shot you.” The words came out before his brain had time to process what had just been said. Leo shoot him a look, and the wounded woman gave a half hearted smile.

“Couldn’t… let my idiot of a… brother… shoot you…” The words were weak, breathless. Leo’s quiet voice of ‘turn her’ sounds, and his hands replace his older brothers to apply pressure on the wound.

“Did it go through?” Donnie asked, worry starting to become much more prominent on his face. He watched as Leo bit his lower lip and nodded. “How bad?” Those words came out a little more horse than he would have liked. It was a stupid question in hindsight, he could see how pale she was. She’d been bleeding for a while. “Damn it why didn’t you say anything!”

“Didn’t… think it was that bad.” Stygian manages, a low groan of pain clipping the end of her sentence as they set her back down. “Is it cold in here?”

“Fuck! We gotta take her to a hospital!” Casey spit out, pulling his phone as if to look for the fastest route.

“Closest one is 20 minutes, Case! Not including traffic! Raph spat back, gripping the side of truck as April made a sharp turn. “Lairs closer! We can stitch her up there!”

“She’ll bleed out before we even get there, Raph.” Leo grits out, bandages in hand as Mikey and Donnie lift Stygian up enough for the wound to be wrapped. Her breathing was coming out in short and weak gasps. Donnie could feel her pulse, it was growing weaker.

“Guy’s…. She’s dying.” Mikey had beat him to it. He looked up at his youngest brother, his blue eyes wide as they looked from Stygian to the rest of the group. Dread and silence hung in the air like a noose hanging from a deadmans neck.

Panic started nibble at the back of Donatello's mind. Ways to save his friend where quickly brought up, only to be just as quickly discarded. Stygian was going to die. Sydney was going to die. Then a thought hit him like a ton of bricks.

Mutagen. The same mutagen that had mutated him, his brothers, and father. The same mutagen that healed Aprils dad when he’d been injured. They had some. Not a lot, but enough for when one of them got hurt. They where minutes from the lair maybe.

Sydney didn’t have that time.

“Get me the transfusion kit.” The words where clipped, fast.

“Don?” Leo asked, confusion in his tone as Donnie gripped the compression sleeve off her left arm, yanking it off, ignoring the soft whimper from Stygian.

“Transfusion kit. Now!” He barked out, head snapping behind him. Mona was the first one to move as he pulled off the second compression sleeve. “Sydney, look at me. I need you to look at me!” Dull brown meets his, confusion filling them as Donnie grips the side of her face.

“Donnie?” Her voice comes out, half slurred and in a stutter, skin clammy under his fingers. “H-ands fe-e-eel weri-d.”

“I know. I know Syd.” He breaths out, eyes darting to the side as Raph settles by Leo, the two of them getting the kit ready, before he looks back down at Stygian.

His friend.

His friend that he didn’t meet through April or the others.

The one he made on his own time.

The friend that showed him different songs. The friend that danced to said songs with him.

The friend that got him library books for him when he was busy with things at the lair.

The friend that lent him her ear when he needed to vent.

The friend that trusted him with her heart.

“Do you trust me?” Stygian…. Sydney seemed to glare at him.

“W-w-whhat k-k-k-kind of ques-estion… is th-that… dumb dumb.” Her responce came with a weak smile. One of her hands had managed to snake up, and gently gripped one of his that was still holding her face. “Wh-why wo-wouldn’t I t-t-trust you?” Donnie felt his face pull into a tight, and worried line before letting go of her face.

“Keep her as awake as you can Mikey.” He murmured, taking a disinfectant wipe, and scrubed the crock of his elbow. He was about to do the same to Sydney’s arm when Leo grabbed his wrist.

“Don. Are you sure about this?” Raph asked, his gold eyes filled with concern as Leo turned to scowl at him. Donnie looked down at Sydney, her eyes slowling blinking at him before looking to his brother.

“If I don’t, she’ll die.” The words where strained.

“You don’t know what your blood will do to her!” The same strain of worry could be heard in Raphael’s voice as well. “What if it kills her??” Donnie stopped briefly, the disinfectant wipe in hand going still over clammy skin. Raph had an unfortunate point, as much as he hated to admit it.

“Then at least we tried… right?” Donnie said, his voice finally cracking. Raph didn’t say anything, his head dipping down to hang as he turned his attention back to his work.

Clean the site.

Clean the needles.

Leo handed him on of the clean needles. The size was… bigger than what he thought it was. No, don’t focus on that. Don took a moment to squeeze her bicep in order to find a vein, which wasn’t hard to find the biggest one. This time, Sydney didn’t react to the pain when the needle slid in. Her gaze stayed locked onto his as he did the same to his arm, with him gritting his teeth lightly.

It took a moment, but everyone soon watched as bright red blood started to drip down the line from Donnie’s arm to Sydney’s. Slowly, she blinked at him.

“Hey Don?” Donatello perked when she said his name.

“Yeah?”

“Remember… the song I played a week after we first met?”

“You’ve showed me a lot of songs since we first met. I’m… I’m afraid your gonna have to be specific about which one.” Donnie said after a moment of thinking.

“Bleeding… out… By Imagine… dragons… remember?” Her voice was ungodly soft, he had to lean to hear her better. His arm hurt.

“Yeah… Yeah I remember that…” He hums, nodding his head.

“I just wanted… wanted you to know…. T’s not your fault.” Donnie stopped, eyes locking onto hers.

“I know that.” He retorts. Her gaze hardens as best as it can in her haze.

“And I know that look.” Comes the tired, yet snappy reply. Sydney started to cough, and Mikey had to steady her as it passed. “I’ve seen you make it enough times to know that your blaming yourself… Stop… Stop that.” Donnie couldn’t believe this. She was scolding him!

“Don’t… Don’t argue with me… ab-about this, Don. It was either you…. Or m-me… Got that?” Don felt his jaw go slack as another coughing fit racked through Sydney’s chest, specks of blood splattering on the floor when she turned her head.

“Stop talking, damn it!” Mikey hissed as the coughing started to subside. Her breathing was getting heavier, quicker.

Damn it why wasn’t it doing anything?! His head was starting feel foggy.

“Crumbs…this really is starting to hurt…” Sydney mumbled, eyes starting to flutter… at least Donnie thinks they are, his vision was starting to get… hazy? Or was it getting blurred?

“Donnie?” Leo’s voice sounded far away. Others started talking, the Shellraiser was starting to slow. “Donnie?”

“Guys! Stygian-!”

“I see it! Get that outta her! We’re moving them!”

“Holy shit, whats happening?”

“Donnie! Don, stay awake!”

Donatello’s vision finally went black as he heard Raph call his name, the needle being pulled form his arm as his head was set down on cool ground and dim lights of the lair.

He didn’t know how long he was out for. All Donatello knew was that that transfusion took more out of him than he was expecting.

“Nice to see you awake.” Donnie squinched his eyes more, before slowly cracking them open. A blurred Raphael slowly came into view, a small half smile on his face. “Evenin’.”

“I feel like shit.” He said, bringing a hand to his face and running it down the length of it. Raph offered his brother a juice box.

“You still look like it.” Raph in turn shoots back as Donnie takes the box and slowly sips at it.

“How long-” Don starts to ask before Raph answered the half asked question.

“Half an hour, I think.” He looks down at his hands, shrugging and sucking in a breath. “Syd wasn’t woken up yet.” Donnie perked hearing her name.

“She alright? Did it work?” He says, worry creeping in. Raph nodded again, only to bite the bottom of his lip.

“It worked….” Raph started, his digits tapping on his thigh, as if he was trying to say something. “A little to well if you asked me.”

“What do you mean?” Donnie asked again, eyes narrowing a bit as he sets the near empty juice box down to the side, legs swinging off the side of the couch(when did he get onto the couch?).

“She’s a mutant Don. Your blood mutated her.” Raph looked up at him, as if to gauge his brothers reaction to the news. Donnie froze, eyes wide as he stared at Raphael, watching him. His posture didn’t change, not like the times he was fibbing about something.

Raph was telling the truth.

“Show me.” Donatello said after a minute, eyes hard, almost unfocused.

“Can you at least finish you juice?” Raphael says, a brow raising as he stands up, matching Don as he slowly gets up.

“Later. Show me.” Raph puts his hands in the air to placate him, offering his arm for support as Donnie stumbled briefly. Grateful, he partially leaned on Raph.

“Head still spinning?” Raphael asked. Donnie nodded, hand going to his head and rubbing his eye. “Told you to finish the juice box.”

“Shut.” Donnie growled a little as they made their way towards the entrance of the medbay.

Leonardo, Michelangelo, and Master Splinter turned to look at two that had just entered the medbay, and Donnie froze. The monitor steadily beeped, indicating that Sydney was in fact alive. But he didn’t account for… well…

Raph wasn’t wrong, but it wasn’t the concept of her being a mutant. If anything, she looked vaguely(very) similar to how he looked, but the coloring was off, lighter than his it seemed, and the proportions where smaller than his. But her arms and face where a slightly darker tone, similar to her tan in the summer. The burn scars still the weird light-dark shade that marred the side of her face, neck and shoulder.

“When…” Don’s voice caught in his throat, and Raph wasn’t sure if he was enthralled or just… stunned.

“Started right around when we got back. We…” Leo hung his head, unsure what to say at first before finding the words. “You’d started to black out… and we thought she was having a siezure.”

“It’s likely that she did.” Mona pointed out, coming over with some bandages. “When you went down, she stopped talking and her eyes rolled into her head, started shaking after that.”

“Doesn’t mean a seizure though.” Donnie pointed out, shaking loose Raphs grip as he takes his fathers place bedside. There was movement under Sydney’s eye lids, her mouth parting briefly, but wide enough to reveal sharpened canines. “Her breathing sounds better.” He murmurs, hand brushing against her forearm. Cool, slightly damp. Not clammy like it had been not even an hour(or was it half hour?) ago.

“Your blood did the trick. But… I…” Leo hung his head. “We don’t even know the damage from the blood loss caused until she wakes up.” The final bit came out quiet. Don’s hands squeezed the railing on the bed, jaw pulling tight as he stared down at Sydney’s arm.

In an attempt to help, he’d instead doomed her to a different life.

All he wanted to do was help, and he made it-

“Oi.” The word was so quiet, yet so sudden that Donnie visibly flinched. “Your squeezing to hard.” The words where slurred, but there was a familiar chime of mild annoyance to them.

Maroon met a hazed mocha-bark. Sydney gave him a lopsided grin, all of her teeth showing.

“Hi.” Don felt his knees go weak briefly, his hand wrapping around Sydney’s smaller one. “You look like shit, man.” She murmmers, grin fading to a closed mouth smile, filled with worry.

“Right back at ya Syd. Right back at ya.” Donnie retorts, a grin of his own creeping across his face. “How you feeling?” She pauses, blinking as she looks around the room, the others watching her with battered breath.

“Tired, weirdly.” She mumbles, trying to shift up a little. “Heavy? Like some one gave me a backpack and put a weighted blanket in it? Is there something at my back or somethin’? It feels weird.” Sydney looks at Don, the haze still in them. “What happened? I… I remember the truck. You mentioned something about a transfusion?”

“Yeah uh… It was the only quick way I could think of to help you.” Donatello admitted, his thumb running over her knuckles.

“Figured… but… why do I… feel weird-oh.” Donnie almost misses as she looks over at her other arm and raises it to look at it. The whole room sucks in air as Sydney goes still, staring at her now three fingered hand. His jaw clenches again, expecting a scream. “Well… this isn’t how I thought my day would go?” Donnie blinks, and looks to her face.

Eyes wide, head curious tilting as she flexes her fingers before looking to the other hand, still wrapped in Donnies. Sydney gives it a test squeeze. Don only offered a little smile once he felt the pressure.

“This is wack.” Sydney says bluntly, looking around the room again, before a sudden realization dawns on her, her face turning to that of disappointment. “I had a really fucking cute dress I wanted to wear too!”

The room burst into laughter, the tension finally snapping.

“I’m serious guys! It had fuckin’ pockets! Pockets man! And not the shitty ones you normally get!”

“Why are you worried about pockets?” Leonardo manages to snort out, grapping a nearby shelf to support himself on as he laughs. Donatello’s shoulders shake from the force of his muffled laughter, forcing him to grip the sides of the bed just to keep himself up. He felt Raph again at his side, gripping his upper arm in an attempt to keep him on his feet.

“Don?” Sydney’s grip on his hand tightened as Raph grabbed a chair that was close and brought it closer.

“He’s alright Neon.” Raph grumbled, patting his shoulder. “He just needs another juice box.”

“Shut.” Comes the half slurred response as Donnie rests his forehead into his arm, no longer trying to hide the foggy feeling that had come back full force. He felt Sydney place a hand on his shoulder, gently rubbing it, and the worried gaze that seemed to bore into his shell. “Your face will get stuck like that you know.” He teased gently, slowly looking back up at Sydeny.

“Shush you.” Comes her tired hum. “I’d scold you for being a dumbass… but I am really tired still.”

“Tired?” Donnie asked, trying not to sound surprised, even though it did.

“Yeah…. That and I need to sleep on….” She waves her hand as if to empathize her mutation, her smile pulling into a tight line. “This… whole thing.” Sydney looks back at Don. “And we do need to talk.” Don grunted in response. “... Can you stay though?”

“Don’t mind staying.” He hummed, head drooping a little. “Don’t think I really should be moving anyway.”

“Thats a mood.” The words come out half slurred. “And Am-... Donnie?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you for saving me.”

“.... Your welcome.”

This au turtles belong to @68spidey enjoy :D

#TMNT au #idk how tags work #still #haha

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trixabke · 3 years ago

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Heyy, can I ask for a Haikyuu matchup please? I saw your post and I thought that it would be actually cool to do.

My personnality is ISFP-T,my zodiac sign is Leo, my pronouns are she/her and I’m straight. I’m a black girl and my height is 5’7, I have 4c black hair and dark brown eyes, I wear glasses. My general style is more like jogging, crop top and jordan, or a cargo and an oversized t shirt. And, from time to time, my style is more like « a baddie ».

About my personality, I’m an ambivert (mix of introvert and extrovert). I’m most introverted and shy with strangers but goofy and dynamic with people I’m comfortable with but I'm quite stubborn and sarcastic. I am known to my friends as « the person who laughs every day and for nothing ». I’m « adventurous » funny and I love to « be chill ». I also know to be serious when it is necessary. I can easily stand up for myself like when something/someone is bothering me I immediately say it (and put people in their place sometimes..) and don’t necessarily need people to help me with this ( but it sometimes depends on the situation).I really like to cuddle, watch Anime/Netflix, just chill and listen to RNB/ US Rap. And finally, I’m collected but have a certain attitude. All that doesn't mean that i'm not polite and respectful because i really am.

IMy ideal type would be someone who would be a little bit more mature than me and « clingy ». He would match my energy and we’d look like bestfriends and a couple at the same time. He would be sarcastic too but protective.

That’s it I think ! I’m honestly sorry if it’s too long, but thank you very much and have a great day ! <3

HII! u did perfect angel <3 (I googled some stuff on ur personality type so if I mention something and u didn't say it I got it from google and if its wrong ... I will be embarrassed)

I'm rlly happy u asked for one! and I'm so sorry if this is short I tried to make it as long as I could

MATCHUPS OPEN!

(romantic)

I match you with...

SUNA:

you guys probably met in like the weirdest way..

like imagine ur turning on netflix, opening your account, about to click your profile and there is another random profile

and ur like tf??

so u delete the random profile and continue on with ur night just wanting to cuddle up under some blankets

and the next day you come home ready to relax in your comfy bed and the profile is back again

this happens like a few more times and eventually you find out it’s this guy names Suna?

atsumu was probably fucking around and found ur acc and gave it to suna because he was too lazy to pay for his subscription

after some minor communication you get sunas number and tell him not to use your account anymore

although you both aren't great at conversations at the start overtime u become more comfortable around each other

BUT he ends up really enjoying talking to you and says he will pay u the money for the subscription if he can use your account

monthly payment = more excuses to talk to u

(just pretend for a second there isn't a possibility he could be like a creepy old man or a scammer that could take all of your private info ok?? this is for the sake of romance not logic)

you change the password and then make it a joined account

he confesses to you by making another profile on the account saying that he likes you (atsumus idea cringe ik)

you guys end up going out for a couple dates and the rest is history

the sarcastic energy would be just *chefs kiss*

u bring out all the snarky comments he hides in his head

probably mumbles something under his breath about kita that has u both laughing ur asses off

everyone else in the group just staring at u like ??

obsessed with your glasses

he likes that you're on the taller side

(feeds his ego that he is still taller)

you wanted clingy?? ur getting it with suna

he really likes to sleep and LOVES to fall asleep on you

he really doesn't care what ur doing

he’ll make it work

texts 24/7 of just random shit

he really likes doing simple things with you like grocery shopping or late night snack trips

very chill vibes, everything is super low-key

a lot of go with the flow dates and just seeing what happens

he’s happy with anything as long as he gets to spend it with you

he loves that you're not afraid to speak ur mind and tell people no

despite that he is always very gentle with you and your emotions

and because he's not super talkative he's a great listener

if ur ever upset he will just listen and hug u to make u feel better

silence speaks volumes!!

even if you're not talking, all he needs is your presence to feel complete

overall a very sweet calm relationship!

as always, if u see any spelling errors no u didn’t ..

LOVE YOU GO DRINK SOME WATER, EAT SOME FOOD, AND HAVE A GOOD DAY (NIGHT?)

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #matchups #haikyuu matchups #kuroo fluff #kuroo smut #suna fluff #suna smut #kita fluff #kita smut #atsumu fluff #atsumu smut #bokuto smut #bokuto fluff #suna rintaro haikyuu #suna rintaro #kenma fluff #noya fluff

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leejeongz · 4 years ago

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nsfw a-z: PARK JIHOON (treasure)

requested: yes, by anon

🔅thanks for requesting sweetheart i hope u like it🔅

most of this is taken from conversations i’ve had with my good pal @multifandomwhxre there are probably thousands of direct quotes lol 🥺😳 if ur reading this, pls give her a follow ❤️

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he gets quite soft. since he’s a hard dom, he wants to show you that even though you’re his little bitch, you’re also his little baby that he wants to cuddle forever. i think he’d like to talk about what happened and actually praise you in hopes of getting praised back.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he likes your eyes, he likes how they say everything. they tell him everything you’re too shy to say or everything you’re not allowed to say.

on him, he likes his arms (shocker ik). his physical strength gives him even more power over you, like being able to pin you down on the bed or up against a wall, maybe even hold you for a short while.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he LOVES to cum inside you but only when you agree to it. if you don’t, he’s more than happy to pull out and cum on your stomach and admire how pretty it looks. when he decides you’re just gonna suck his dick, he takes great care trying to get all of his cum into your mouth and making you swallow it while his hand holds up your chin, forcing you to look at him as you do so. sometimes it doesn’t always go as planned, getting it over your face, but he’d just be like “oh look at all this mess you just made” and then use his fingers to put in all into your mouth.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

all the pictures you send him get saved into an album and he uses them and them only to get off to, even some selfies are worthy of being put in the wank bank. he thinks porn is cheating and if he ever caught you watching it, he’d be pretty disappointed rather than turned on (even if u were just fwb), so that’s why he uses ur pics and his imagination.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he knows what he’s doing, alright. he’s had enough experience to know what he likes and that’s pretty much all that matters to him and all he lets on to you too. (he’s probably only had one sexual partner, but the way he acts makes you think he’s had more)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

butterfly (lying on the edge of the bed (or any surface) while he stands between your legs)

he loves being able to pull you closer to him by your legs, being able to reach deeper inside you and (maybe his favourite parts) being able to grab your tits and rub your clit with his thumb. there are no disadvantages of this position for him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

very serious. might laugh AT you but that’s the only laughing to be heard.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

completely clean shaven. even the balls lol.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

not very romantic. at all. you’re still his and he doesn’t let you forget that. but you’re his cum slut or his dirty little whore in the moment. kisses are few and far between and mainly occur after he’s finished.

just wanna make a quick point- he’s not always gonna be hard dom jihoon who loves to tease and doesn’t care for ur wants. ofc he reserves some time for you two to actually be romantic, with little tickles and smooches. he can switch it up real quick depending on how YOU are feeling, it’s not about him all the time. i just chose to write this mainly about the other side of him since that is the most InTeREsTiNG and probably the most frequent kind of sex you’d have.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

only once a week. quite secretive about it when he’s acc doing it but doesn’t shy away from cracking jokes or even just generally talking about masturbation with anyone.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

where do i even begin i think it would be easier to list kinks he doesn’t have… anyway:

degradation - in the moment, you’re his slut, his whore and your desires mean very little to him. he’s not going to stop when you ask him to stop (unless u say the safe word or seem genuinely uncomfortable), you ARE going to do what he tells you to do and when he tells you to do it and you are not going to do anything else.

bondage (kinda?)- handcuffs are his best friend, he likes having your hands where he can see them or where he can hold onto the chain/your wrists, behind your back is his favourite, but he never knows which he prefers, holding them or pulling your hair. even though he has handcuffs, sometimes he likes to spice it up and use a leather belt, he finds this hotter and it turns him on a lot more.

corruption - this can include taking your virginity or just “teaching” someone innocent (virgin or not) about sex. jihoon would love it if you kept asking questions and he could just show you. he’d love to see the sluttier side of you become more and more noticeable and apparent, knowing he did that to you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he’s up for doing it anywhere but he’d rather do it in the comfort of his own home, in the bedroom.

he wouldn’t be opposed to doing it on someone else’s bed. i imagine he’d actually find it pretty funny to fuck you on someone else’s bed, let you both get it all dirty, then go and face the friend all innocently. the inside joke/secret could be used for teasing or just to bring you closer together.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

i mean making him jealous always makes him wanna show you who you really belong to but do you really wanna be risking the best fuck of your life like that. he could easily get rid of you if you even slightly overstep the boundaries.

it’s safer to just… act like a little brat. telling him you don’t wanna do something for him like getting him a drink gets him real mad and mad jihoon=turned on jihoon when it comes to you.

but also just the normal stuff. seeing you all dressed up nice makes him wanna cancel your plans for you. pressing yourself against him while spooning gives him an instant hard on (and you need to be punished for doing that to him). sometimes even just the way you look at him, maybe it reminds him of how you look up at him while sucking his dick.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

let you be the dom 😳 absolutely never not in a million years. some guys might like to watch you try, but he doesn’t even give you the chance. he likes it when you top, but he would never EVER let you be in control.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

prefers to receive. likes to fuck your face and watch your mascara get ruined. wants you to take his whole dick, every last inch and will not be satisfied until you do.

when giving, he also likes to use his hands too. this man knows where the clit is i’m just saying. very rare that he eats you out (would rather use his fingers or toys during foreplay) and usually doesn’t last that long because it turns him on too much, he just wants to fuck you. when he does go down on you, it’s usually after he’s finished (doesn’t want to if he’s cum inside u tho).

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

whatever makes you squirm and moan the most. starts slow but gets fast real quick. once you let out even a hint of pleasure, he’s gonna slow it right down again. the “hard and fast” approach doesn’t work for everyone and so he’d make it suit your needs.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

would rather be able to spend time making the experience better and dirtier than the last, however, if he wanted to fuck there and then, or if he wanted to be in your mouth right at that moment, and there’s nothing stopping him, he’ll just take you to the bathroom or smth and would just d o i t. (tease him for a fast pass to the bathroom)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he will do almost everything once, and most of the time will enjoy it and do it again. a light bit of bdsm and sensory deprivation (with a safe word of course) would be incorporated into what you pair would deem a normal round after just a few nights.

he’d also try anything you wanted to, he wouldn’t shy away from anything that you suggested, even if he thought he wouldn’t like it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can usually last for a while (a while in my opinion anyway idk what u think is a long time CoUgH cOUgh evie) maybe 20-30 minutes (including foreplay ofc) but he can only usually last one round a night. he’s more than happy to eat you out or put his hands to good use if you wanna cum again tho- one of the only times he’ll let you tell him what to do.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

uses toys to tease you. likes holding a vibrator to your clit and telling you not to cum until he says you can. it really turns him on to use them on you. but if he ever caught you using them on yourself without his permission… you’re in for one hell of a “talking to”.

would never use them on himself- he thinks giving you the power to use them on him, or even using them on himself, is too much power that he doesn’t have for himself if that makes sense.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

a whole bloody lot okay. he doesn’t care where you are or who you’re with, if he wants to tease you, he will. is the type to buy one of those toys that you can control on your phone and then laugh when you’re at point of orgasm in the middle of dinner. the reactions he gets from you might turn him on a little, and it’s always your fault if they do, you’re gonna pay for it.

he’s really REALLY unfair during sex too, although to him it’s very fair that you have to wait to be treated. as i mentioned before, he likes to steady the pace when you’re getting into it and he also likes slapping his dick on you to tease you before actually going in. just some of the many things he does to tease you and to treat you “as you deserve”

a lot of the teasing he does is for you though, don’t get me wrong. he knows this will make up you hungrier and you will cum harder and feel good so he doesn’t it all the more.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

GROWLS

only so you can hear them, right next to your ear.

and also a lot of degradation, but volume isn’t something he cares about with that.

idk where to put this but i don’t think he’d be a fan of you being too loud, especially when there are other people in the house. if they were gonna hear anyone, he wants it to be him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

“come here” jihoon orders as you shut the front door behind you.

you apprehensively approach the coach upon which he is sat, relaxed but noticeably hard.

“care to explain this” he shows you the text you sent him as you were on your way home reading “remember that cash you gave me to spend?” with a photo of your new ruby red lingerie set attached. “you knew what you were doing, didn’t you? maybe i shouldn’t even punish you for this, but i want to”

you swallowed audibly, knowing you were going to be punished, kind of excited about what’s to come.

“get here” he nodded towards his lap. you did as he requested, lying face down on his lap, and he immediately pulled your jeans down a little. he rubbed your ass a little before forcefully planting a harsh hand on it. the other hand held your wrists together behind your back, squeezing them until they became numb. you squealed a little which encouraged another smack. both cheeks soon became the same colour as your new lingerie, still jiggling as much as the first time even though you were tense.

“you want another?” he asked. you nodded without thinking, the stinging infesting your brain. “hmm interesting” he sat back for a moment, considering his next move while his hand rested on your back. you tried to get up… little did you know this was when the real punishment was going to begin.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

does it matter this guy can give you all the pleasure you need with whatever tools he’s got 👀

but i think he’s average tbh… maybe a lil bit longer and girthier (?) but nothing too large. one of the biggest in group. still enough to have you choking and gagging in the first 5 mins of a blowjob hahahahahah

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

very high 😳 and he’s not afraid to show it. 5 days a week is his ideal but he understands that too much of a good thing can make you bored of it so it’s usually probably just once or twice a week. expects some spontaneous head when ur not gonna acc have sex tho.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

once he knows that you’re happy and that you’ve had a good time, he can fall asleep anytime (usually pretty quickly bc he’s tired from having a literal workout with you). if something seems off with you afterwards, he’d stay awake for hours thinking what he could have possibly done wrong, even though he knows you’d tell him if something was wrong.

#park jihoon #park jihoon smut #treasure #treasure smut #park jihoon imagines #treasure imagines #smut

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prettybuckybaby · 4 years ago

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count all the bees in the hive, chase all the clouds from the sky

Fury calls a meeting while Peter is busy

part six of single parent peter parker

masterlist

read on ao3 here

Tony regrets ever meeting Nick Fury when he’s falling asleep on the table in the conference room that has become solely for avenger’s business. It’s 10 AM on a Saturday morning, he’s just got back from his business trip to Tokyo, literally an hour ago, and he wants nothing more than to mess around in his lab until he passes out, collapsing on whatever he’s building. Everyone apart from Steve and Harley are at least half asleep, even if some of them are hiding it better than others. Fury isn’t even here yet and Tony’s made a deal with himself that if he doesn’t show in the next three minutes, he’s allowed to leave. That’s fair. Pepper probably won’t even be that annoyed with him. Steve might be, but honestly, Tony doesn’t care that much about Steve’s opinion at 10AM on a Saturday morning.

He doesn’t get to leave. Fury arrives less than two minutes later, scowling. He throws his phone down on the table, aiming it so it lands right in front of where Tony’s head is laying. Tony doesn’t jump from the sound, just raises his eyes to glare at Fury.

“It was your idea to bring him onto the team, you can get Parker to come here.” Fury is practically growling at him.

“You called this meeting at this God-awful time; you get him here.” Tony replies, pushing the phone away from him. He raises an eyebrow when Fury glares at him.

“You think I haven’t tried?” He complains as he takes a seat. “Damn kid is dodging my calls,”

“He’s probably asleep in his bed,” Bucky groans, twisting in his seat and resting his head against Sam’s shoulder. The other man doesn’t even try to push him off. “It’s where we all should be,” Tony sneaks a glance down at the phone Harley is hiding under the desk, where he’s clearly texting Pete and the kid is responding to him, sending pictures of dogs. He rolls his own eyes before asking FRIDAY to call Peter. He answers, barely letting the phone ring.

“If you’re trying to get me to come to whatever sucky meeting Fury is calling me about, you can tell him to go away. I’m busy.” Peter sounds annoyed through the phone. Harley tries to muffle the snort of amusement with a cough. He fails spectacularly.

“Get your ass here now, Parker,” Fury demands before Tony has a chance to say anything. Everyone is the room can hear Peter rolling his eyes down the line.

“God, Mr Fury, I would, but I’m busy,”

“I don’t care, Parker. You’re one of the team, this is a team meeting. Get here,”

“I can’t,” Peter snaps. “I’m busy,”

“Villains don’t care about your schedule.”

“I can’t come. I’m busy.”

“What are you up to, kid?” Tony manages to get in. Peter’s voice is a lot happier when he replies.

“Oh, hey, Mr Stark, you’re back!” He answers. “We’re at the park. Leia’s feeding the ducks. We’re busy.”

“And ducks are so important that you can’t feed them later this afternoon?” Fury snaps.

“Well, Mr Wilson bought Leia a duck onesie, and she’s been extremely excited about showing it to them. It’ll be dirty by this afternoon. That wouldn’t make a particularly good first impression with the ducks, you know,”

“Just bring the kid,” Fury tells him, before telling FRIDAY to terminate the call. No-one says anything for three minutes, until FRIDAY chimes in again. Tony jumps from where he is on the very verge of sleep.

“Boss, you have a new text for ‘Underoos’. You left your phone in the lab. Would you like to hear it?”

“Yeah, go on,”

“Text from Underoos: ‘Mr Stark, you would be doing me a solid if you told Fury you’re retiring or something, you know, so he’s less annoyed at me’,” There’s scattered laughter around the table, but Fury looks even angrier than he did before. “Text from Underoos: ‘don’t acc retire tho bc that would suck’. Text from Underoos: ‘you know, just get him off my back?? Bc he’s gonna be hella annoyed when I’m up there’.”

“Where is he, FRI?” Tony asks, ignoring Fury’s glowering.

“Mr Parker has just stepped into the lift. He has asked me to take him to the penthouse first.”

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

Peter sighs when Fury ends the call. He shoots a quick text to MJ to let him know where he’s going, and one to Harley complaining about Fury. He gets a short acknowledgement from MJ, and a description of how angry Fury is getting from Harley before he puts his phone away and moves back over to where Leia is laying breadcrumbs out for the ducks that are waddling around her.

“Right,” He sighs, crouching down next to her. She frowns when the ducks move backwards away from Peter. “We’re going to have to take a break from the ducks, kiddo. Mr Angry wants to see me at the tower,” Leia frowns deeper as she stands up from her own crouch, steadying herself on Peter’s arm.

“Uncle Tony will be there?” She asks, hopeful look on her face. She grins when Peter nods.

“Sure will be. He got back early this morning. And you can show Sam how much you like your new outfit, yeah?” Leia nods happily and laughs. “Alright. Where’s the other menace got to?” He asks, looking around in big, exaggerated movements, pretending he can’t hear the two lots of giggles. “Oof,” He groans quietly when something collides with his leg.

“Hi,” He looks down at the kid attached to his leg. He laughs as he peels the little hands off his jeans.

“There you are!” Peter exclaims dramatically, causing both Leia and the little boy to giggle harder. “I thought I was going to have to tell your mom that you’d been eaten or something!”

“Haven’t been eaten, Petey,” The boy smiles up at him. Peter grins down at him as he ruffles his hair.

“No, I guess not.” He crouches down again in front of the two toddlers, trying to look serious. He struggles to fight the smile when he looks at his two favourite kids. “Right, Lucas,” He starts. “I’ve got to go and speak to someone at work, okay?” Lucas nods happily, sends Peter a big, toothy grin. “So, you’ve gotta be on your best behaviour, yeah? And if you’re super-duper good, I’ll even tell MJ to take you to get ice cream on your way home!” He stands up when Lucas cheers. He picks up the backpack off the floor and swings it over his shoulder, before taking one of Leia and Lucas’s small hand in each of his own.

“Hello, Peter and Leia,” FRIDAY’s voice welcomes them when they step into the lift at the tower. Peter laughs at the way Lucas’s head spins around, looking for the source. “You appear to have an unauthorized youth with you.”

“This is Lucas, FRI,” Peter explains, squeezing Lucas’s hand. “He’s MJ’s brother.”

“Good morning, Lucas,” FRIDAY responds, a little warmth in her voice. “I will add you to my systems.”

“It’s FRIDAY,” Leia whispers to Lucas, where he’s still looking around suspiciously for the owner of the voice. “She’s invis’ble,” Peter laughs again at the look of awe on Lucas’s face.

“FRI, can you take us up to the penthouse first please? So I can grab some toys or something,”

“Of course, Peter.”

“Thank you,” When they get up to the penthouse, he grabs the box of colouring supplies from Leia’s bedroom, along with a few colouring books and some blank paper. Leia and Lucas are still in the open lift, playing some sort of hand game as they sit in the corner. They perk up as Peter steps back in.

By the time the doors open on the floor of the conference room, Leia is bouncing on her feet.

“Hey, be careful!” Peter calls after her as she runs down the hallway towards the room. Peter and Lucas, hand in hand again, walk slower towards the room. Peter laughs when Leia goes a room too far. He pushes the door open, still laughing. “This way, trouble,” He holds the door open for her to jet through, smiling when she runs straight up to Tony. Everyone in the room, except for Fury, smiles and offers her a hello. Natasha is the only one to notice.

“Peter,” She stage whispers towards him, small smile on her face. “I don’t want to alarm you, but you appear to be collecting children,” This gains everyone’s attention, including Fury’s, and Lucas hides his face into Peter’s jeans when all the attention is suddenly on him.

“This is Lucas,” Peter tells them, ruffling the boy’s hair. “He’s a bit shy,” Steve offers the small boy a wave and smiles brightly when Lucas sends a little wave back before hiding himself again. Peter leads Lucas over to the smaller table by the window that was added to the room when Leia started to come to meetings with Peter. He sets the books and box of stuff on the tabletop, before getting two drinks out of his backpack. “Leia, come and play with Luke, sweetheart,” Leia frowns at him where she’s hugging Tony tightly. “Come on, you can see Uncle Tony when the meeting’s finished,” Leia hesitates again, frowning until Tony bounces her slightly on his knee.

“Go and play with your friend, kid,” Tony tells her, lifting her up and putting her on the floor. He laughs when she pouts at him. “Go on, or I’ll tell Aunt Pepper to give the present we got you to DUM-E,”

“Present?” She asks, looking at him suspiciously.

“What, you think I wouldn’t bring my best friend something back from Tokyo?” He teases her, tapping her nose lightly. “But, you only get it if you go and play with Lucas. Go on,” She frowns once more before trotting over to Peter and Lucas, sitting down happily next to the other child.

“You need anything, just come and ask, yeah?” Peter tells them, waiting for their nods before joining the others at the bigger table. He takes the seat between Harley and Bruce.

“Why’d you have Luke?” Harley asks, not trying to stay quiet, barely looking up from his phone.

“MJ and her mom have gone to a doctor’s appointment,” Peter tells him, taking his own phone out of his pocket and hiding it out of Fury’s view. He looks up at the man who is glaring at him. “If you’ve got a problem, can we please leave it until there are no children around to hear it?”

“You better not make a habit of bringing random children to confidential meetings. What if he takes what we discuss home and tells somebody?”

“I thought villains didn’t care about my schedule, Mr Fury? If they did, they’d have known that this has been planned for weeks, and maybe they could rearrange their…villain-ing until I’m not looking after two children with nowhere else to go,” He shifts in his seat, trying to hide his laughter at the meme that Harley has just sent him of Fury.

“Anyway,” Harley looks up briefly, offering a bright, false smile. “He’s four, the only person who would believe what he’s saying is MJ and Peter tells-”

“Shut up, Harls,” Peter interrupts, kicking Harley’s shin. He laughs when Harley gasps and glares at him. “I thought this was an important meeting. I left the ducks for this. Shouldn’t you be doing some…meeting stuff?” He asks Fury before leaning back in his chair. He doesn’t say anything when Fury glares at him. As soon as Fury is talking again, he looks back down at his phone.

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Peter’s only been half paying attention to what Fury is telling them about, knowing that Steve is paying attention and will give everyone a more concise version later. He makes sure he’s paying enough attention that, if he does ask, Peter will be able to at least bullshit an answer to any question Fury sends him.

The other half of his attention is split between the phone on his lap, where he and Harley have been texting for the entire meeting, and the two children sitting just in the corner of his eye line. Fury’s been talking for about an hour already, so he’s not really surprised when he feels a little hand pulling gently on his t-shirt. He places the phone on the table and turns his attention to the little boy by his side.

“Sup, buster?”

“Need to go, Petey,” The boy whispers back to him, cheeks flushing slightly. Peter just nods, taking his hand and standing up and picking his phone back up. Tony looks up at the movement, nodding when Peter gestures his head towards Lucas. Peter goes back over to the smaller table, bending down and asking Leia if she needs to go as well. She follows them happily out of the room, jetting off down the hallway in front of them.

They’re on their way back to the conference room when his phone rings.

“Hey,” He answers when he picks the phone up. “How’d it go?”

“All good!” MJ tells him, voice happy. “She’s growing me a very healthy little brother,”

“Congrats, dude!” Peter laughs. “Is she happy knowing you’ll both be outnumbered by men now?”

“Very happy. She doesn’t care as long as they’re all happy and healthy, really,”

“Yeah. Lucas will be pleased though,”

“Yeah, he will. I’ve just got mom home, so I’m on my way to you now. You still in the meeting?”

“We took a toilet break. Fury’s glaring at me through the window. He’s definitely going to yell at me later.” Peter sees and hears Bucky snort through the glass.

“Ha!” She laughs. “Get back in there, loser.”

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Fury stops talking as soon as Peter leaves even though Tony knows that Fury knows the kid wasn’t paying attention, but he’s grateful for the break from the constant talking. He glances at Harley, who’s still on his phone, has been all morning, but has angled the screen away from Tony. The man nudges his foot, getting his attention.

“Who’re you texting, kid? Smiling like that?” He asks. Harley locks his phone immediately, snapping his head up to look at Tony.

“What?” He asks, tilting his head slightly. “Oh. Uh, no-one. Ned?” He stutters, before nodding his head, and talking with more conviction. “Yeah. Ned. We were talking about…Star Wars. Yeah.”

“You were talking to Ned about…Star Wars?” Sam joins in the conversation, voice disbelieving. Harley frowns.

“Yes?”

“Harley,” Natasha meets his eyes, raising an eyebrow. “You hate Star Wars,”

“Oh. Yeah but…Ned doesn’t.” He says after he hesitates for a split second. “I don’t like dinosaurs, but I still talk to Cap and Bucky, don’t I?” Whatever reply Steve is about to fire back is interrupted by Leia running back into the room with Lucas. Lucas hesitates for a moment before going back over to the table by the window, but Leia crawls straight into Tony’s lap.

“Where’s daddy got to, sweetheart?” He asks, moving her hair out of her face. She giggles at the sensation.

“Talking to Emmy,” She tells him happily as she rests her head on his shoulder. Tony hums softly.

“You having a nap?”

“Just wanna cuddle,” She tells him, shaking her head. Tony looks up when Bucky snorts. The older man just gestures behind Tony. Peter comes through the door then, phone to his ear.

“Yeah, floor 48. Alright. Yeah. See you later,” He says into the device before he sits down. “Lucas, your sister will be here in a few minutes, you wanna finish your drawing quickly?” He smiles when Lucas nods happily at him, and then turns back to Fury. “Sorry,”

“Moving on.” The director says, turning back towards the rest of the room. He barely gets 5 minutes into the presentation when FRIDAY interrupts again. Fury groans.

“Mr Parker, Miss Jones would like you to know she is on her way up,”

“Thank you.” Peter turns to Lucas, who is looking up at him, eyes wide. “Grab your stuff, munchkin,” Fury continues talking, and Tony can see how much he wants to be finished with meeting as soon as possible. He gets through another two points before there’s a knock on the door. Peter glances up.

“Quick as you like, Parker,” Tony chuckles when Fury sits down and pulls his own phone out, not even bothering to glare anymore. Peter looks at him suspiciously before gesturing for MJ to come in. She’s barely opened the door before Lucas crashes into her legs.

“Hey, buddy,”

“Petey said you’d get me ice cream if I was good,” He tells her. MJ lifts her eyes away from him to glare lightly at Peter.

“Did he now?” She raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. Peter just shrugs his shoulders. “And were you good?” She laughs when he nods his head quickly. “Well, I guess we can get ice cream then, if you’ve been very, very good,”

“Yay!” He giggles as he hugs her legs. Peter comes over to her, handing her Lucas’s jacket.

“You want me to take Leia?” She asks Peter, lowering her voice a bit for Fury doesn’t hear. “In case things kick off?”

“Would you? I’ll join you after?” He smiles gratefully when she nods. “Leia, princess, you wanna go and get some ice cream?” The toddler perks up in Tony’s lap. She nods her head, her curls bouncing. “Okay, come and get your shoes on,” He moves over to where she’s kicked her shoes across the room.

“How’s your ma, Em?” Harley asks her, putting his phone down on the table.

“Peter said she was at the doctors?” Tony asks, concerned look on his face. It shifts when MJ smiles at him.

“Yeah, she had a 20-week scan. She’s all good, though,” She ruffles Lucas’s hair, laughing when he sends her a little scowl. “Growing me another healthy little brat of a brother,”

“Nice,” is all Harley offers before picking his phone back up. MJ rolls her eyes, but still has a smile on her face. She glances over to Peter, checking he’s busy with Leia, before turning back to Harley.

“You joining us after, Keener?”

“Huh? What?” He asks, glancing up.

“Ice cream,” She says, giving him a look, eyes flitting across to the other teen putting his daughter’s shoes on. Harley follows her gaze. “You’re coming, yeah?”

“Sure. But I’m not-”

“Okay, Keener, see you later!” She calls, taking Leia’s hand when she comes over to her.

“Be good!” Peter calls after them, smiling when Leia waves at him. “Sorry,” Peter offers to Fury again. The man rolls his eyes, putting his phone down, and carries on with his presentation. Peter, while still not fully paying attention, at least tries to look more engaged than before, asks questions before Steve can, and only looks down at his phone periodically.

Fury gets through the rest of his presentation without interruption. It takes a little over an hour and a half more, and by the time Fury bites out “Dismissed.”, Tony is already halfway out of his seat.

“Parker.” Fury says, gaining the attention of everyone in the room. The kid looks up from his phone. “Stay behind. We’re going to have a talk about your professionalism.”

“My…professionalism?” Tony sits back down in his seat. Even Harley puts his phone away. Away. Not just beneath the table, he actually puts it in his pocket, and turns to watch Peter and Fury. Fury rolls his eyes when no-one leaves the room.

“I appreciate that you have a child in your care but bringing her and her little friends to confidential meetings in unacceptable.” Tony looks at Peter. He figures it would be inappropriate to laugh at the mixture of confusion and annoyance on his face.

“Are you…serious?” He asks. He puts the phone that’s in his hand face down on the table. “If you want me to stop bringing my daughter to meetings, try telling me about the meetings before I’m already late. Or!” He snaps his fingers sarcastically. “Here’s a better idea! Listen to me when I say I’m busy!”

“You were feeding ducks, Parker!”

“Yeah, and you took me away from that to spend nearly 3 hours telling us something Cap could tell us in 30 minutes!” Peter snaps back. Everyone is watching him carefully, not having expected him to bite back. “And it doesn’t matter. What does matter, is that I told you I was busy, at least four times, and you ignored that. It doesn’t matter what I was doing! And even if you don’t count what I was doing as being ‘busy’, what do you want me to do with a three and a four-year-old at 10AM on a Saturday?”

“Call a babysitter, put them in a class, I don’t care, Parker! You were needed here; you should have made arrangements. Bringing two children isn’t the solution!”

“Who do you want me to call?” Peter’s voice rises, his eyes going dark. “May’s in work, and Tony is right fucking there!” He gestures angrily towards Tony, who raises an eyebrow at the outburst. “Who do you want me to call?” Harley places a hand on Peter’s elbow gently. The younger teen deflates almost instantly, closing his eyes and taking a breath before he continues. “I get this is like, your full-time job or whatever, Fury, but it’s not mine. I choose to do this, I don’t get paid for this, and believe it or not, this isn’t my biggest priority.”

“It should be, Parker! There are people-” Peter stands up suddenly, moving towards the door.

“Unbe-fucking-lievable.” He mutters, before leaving the room. The door slams shut behind him. Clint and Sam both let out a low whistle as they all watch the door.

“Was that really necessary?” Natasha asks Fury. “What was he meant to do with two toddlers with no warning?”

“I don’t care-” Fury starts to reply but is interrupted by the door opening again.

“I’m terribly sorry for being so unprofessional and interrupting your very important meeting,” Peter doesn’t even look at Fury when he talks. “Harls, you coming to get ice cream?”

“Absolutely.” Harley says without hesitation. He scrambles out of the room, quickly catching up to Peter. Everyone watches through the glass except for Fury, who gathers his stuff together and leaves the room. It’s quiet.

“So,” Clint starts. Everyone turns to look at him. “Harley has a massive crush on Peter.”

#peter parker #tony stark #harley keener #steve rogers #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #clint barton #sam wilson #michelle jones #nick fury #single parent peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #irondad

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iaintyourbro · 4 years ago

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I noticed something that sort of ticks me off in Case of Tifa. After Cloud does a delivery for Elmyra to take a bouquet to Aerith's grave he starts staying away from Tifa and Marlene. But then after he finds Denzel and says that Aerith brought Denzel to him and decides to let him live with them and save him from geostigma, Cloud starts being back at home more often again. Did Cloud really start spending more time at home again just b/c of Aerith, and decided to save Denzel just b/c of her?

Hey anon.

The AC/CoT stuff seems to be a popular topic recently. I think it’s good that people are watching ACC and reading the novels since I think it’ll be important to understand both as Remake moves along. They’re pulling all pieces of the compilation into Remake, and the novels are no exception, since Leslie, Marle, and Kyrie have already made appearances.

The delivery to the Forgotten City caused a old wound to be ripped open. The point of ACC is to show Cloud’s guilt for letting (in his mind) Aerith die. They also tie in Zack since he also feels immense guilt and sadness over that. In CoT they only really say that Cloud does feel guilty because he feels like he couldn’t protect Aerith and prevent her from dying. I don’t think that’s romantic - he was supposed to be her bodyguard and we know from Cloud’s history that he takes these things very seriously. He failed at preventing her from being killed, so he lives with that guilt.

Tifa also has a lot of guilt surrounding Aerith’s death and the Sector 7 plate collapse. They mention her guilt a ton of times, and I find it interesting that it’s not something that’s talked about often online. It’s always about Cloud’s guilt.

Here’s something an anon wrote in that I think is a great summary:

Anon Ask/Statement on Cloud’s Guilt

Tifa’s first time at the Forgotten City, which is shortly after the first defeat of Sephiroth, causes her to break down. The one thing that’s interesting in CoT is Tifa’s guilt slams her almost immediately, while Cloud is the one who seems to be holding it together to support her.

We see that he’s willing to try and help her be strong. At this point, I’m not sure if he’s fully aware of the amount of guilt that’s settling within him. The point where it really seems to slam him is after he does the delivery for Elmyra. He has PTSD associated with the Forgotten City. I would assume anybody would. I would whether I knew a person closely or not if I saw them murdered in front of me. Especially if I attempted to kill them myself right before.

Cloud also just generally has PTSD from everything else that’s happened to him. He lost his mother violently, his hometown was burned down, he watched the girl he’s in love with almost die, he was experimented on for four years and then ultimately watched his best friend die in front of him. He’s got a lot of shit going on and now add a reminder of ANOTHER incident in his life, he’s going to spiral.

Cloud also has a tendency to close in on himself. He doesn’t want to be a burden and he’s scared of hurting those he loves. It’s very possible that during this point, he didn’t want to worry Tifa anymore than she already was. So he begins to avoid them. Tifa also is non-confrontational at this point so isn’t going to push him.

For the Denzel piece: Cloud sees Denzel as a way to repent for his sins of letting Aerith and Zack die. He says Aerith sent Denzel to him not in a romantic sense, but (in his mind) as a way to be forgiven.

Now, we know Aerith doesn’t blame Cloud for her death. She tells us that in AC. This is all in Cloud’s mind that he’s a failure and he causes all these issues. He’s very selfless, but ends up seeming selfish because he really does pretty much self implode.

It’s not the first time he does this, either. When Tifa falls from Mt. Nibel - he blames himself. He goes through this time when he just becomes and asshole and beats people up. This is the event that causes him to decide to become a SOLDIER. He wants to win Tifa over.

He never tells anybody why he wanted to join SOLDIER. They show that during the Lifestream when Tifa asks him why. It was a sudden decision to everyone around him. Most likely not to Cloud - because Cloud was in his head coming up with all of this stuff. Ultimately, he wanted Tifa to notice him. He wanted to win her over and prove he could protect her. That was his driving force behind joining SOLDIER.

So now we’ve covered this is just the way Cloud is. In Tifa’s case, he already had a crush on her, so that just grew from there into this deep desire to win her over. In Aerith’s case he didn’t have as strong of a connection to her - he didn’t know her as long - and he was “contracted” to be her bodyguard. He takes these things seriously.

Cloud and Tifa take Denzel in and Cloud becomes obsessed with finding a cure for Geostigma. We see the books and papers on his desk in Advent Children - so we know this is something he was really looking in to. I relate - I did the same thing when my dad had cancer. You can get into these moods and forget about everything else. Usually somebody has to try and slam you out of it, but it’s hard.

Tifa also sees Denzel as a way to retribution. She has a lot of guilt over what she did with Avalanche and the Sector 7 plate collapse. Denzel lost his parents in the Sector 7 plate collapse.

Here is the conversation the two of them have that I think people take out of context. Cloud didn’t say Aerith brought Denzel to him for romantic reasons. He sees it as another chance to save a life. He tells us this - directly. Tifa feels the same was, as we see in the earlier excerpt. If anything, Aerith knew both Tifa and Cloud needed some help here with their inner turmoil.

On top of it, Tifa feels that Denzel’s arrival strengthened their family. I would think if this was an old flame thing happening, she may feel a bit differently. Cloud decided to cut back to spend more time with the children. This has nothing to do with Aerith. It is also mentioned on a previous page that the bar was starting to lose business because people started realizing a kid with Geostigma lived there. Cloud, Tifa, and Marlene never mention this to Denzel, and instead, they continue to embrace him as part of their family.

Honestly it’s pretty warm and fuzzy - even though all the darkness in this chapter - Tifa and Cloud are pretty good parents, especially since they’re young and it was kind of thrown on them. Also, it wouldn’t really be nice if Cloud was like “hey I’m dropping another kid off for you to deal with while you’re working the bar and all.”

As for the very last paragraph: We find out later that Cloud ends up with Geostigma and that’s why he left. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back sort of thing. Not only was he failing at saving Denzel, but he also now had what he knew to be a terminal illness in many cases. He now feels he can’t do anything and he runs. He tells us this in AC.

I don’t think Tifa imagined the promise - because things ultimately end up being okay. Cloud just really thought he was going to die and was going to fail her - being dead means he can’t fulfill his promise to her.

Here’s an excerpt from Case of Denzel. He mentions Tifa, Cloud, and Marlene. Not just Cloud. He sees them all as his family. He also mentions all of the folks along the way. The bulk of Case of Denzel is him getting to the point of being found at the church. It’s not just about his time with Cloud and Tifa - it’s Denzel’s journey. Johnny is in this one a lot.

Ultimately, I do have issues with the way Advent Children was handled outside of Japan. Without the novels, it does seem like Cloud is just a depressed mess. You don’t really know why he’s a mess. You know he has Geostigma and you know he feels guilty. Some people took it as him pining for Aerith. Watching ACC and reading the novels, I didn’t get that at all. Many people became Cloti fans because of Advent Children. They were acting like a married couple going through a rough patch.

They really do only mention his guilt in the novels and his issues with not being able to protect her. We do not have an official “Case of Cloud” so really can only go based on what the other characters are seeing with him and what he’s told them. As I’ve said in previous posts, there’s not canon evidence that his feelings were romantic - especially post Lifestream.

The novels were released AFTER Advent Children in the US and I don’t think it was very well known. Most of the people I’ve talked to that are casual fans never saw Advent Children as romantic for him and Aerith. Especially since Zack was around. The ending alone makes people laugh when they find out they think Cloud and Aerith had any romance - he calls her “Mom” - her boyfriend is there with her and they’re acting like foster parents.

I think with Remake, they’ll make things a bit more clear. I think ACC does a good job of making the guilt feel a bit more broad between Aerith and Zack. I wish it would have covered a bit more about Tifa’s guilt like Case of Tifa does, and maybe it would seem less romantic, since they seem to be having the same inner turmoil.

I think if people fully played OG, played Crisis Core, read the novels, and then watched ACC, they’d realize this all comes together pretty clearly. Dirge of Cerberus doesn’t show too much of he full original gang, but you do get to see a much happier Cloud and Tifa in it. The phone conversation is cute and hilarious - especially since since Barret is being ridiculous and Tifa yells at him.

Aerith and Zack are a thing. Cloud and Tifa are a thing. Cloud and Tifa have some serious problems with dealing with what goes on in their heads and it’s resolved by the end of Advent Children. Zack and Aerith give him that look at the end like “Alright, everything should be good now. Don’t disappoint us!”

I also really do not think Cloud is going to pine after his best friend’s girl. Cloud isn’t a douchebag. He’s a nice guy. He respects people. Zack was his one and only best friend. Zack saved his life. I really think if people would remember to pull Zack into these conversations, they’d realize that it’s ridiculous to think that Cloud was after his dead best friend’s dead girlfriend.

Additional Reading:

Advent Children Anon Ask (About Romance)

Cloud and Tifa Ask - Advent Children

Why Zack is Important to Cloud

The Future of the LTD (This has a links to other blogs as well - so there is a variety of opinions here, including from a CA multishipper)

Case of Tifa and the Kids are Alright

#cloti #cloud x tifa #ff7 #ff7r #ff7 advent children #ff7 crisis core #ff7 advent children spoilers #ff7 spoilers #zerith #zack x aerith #ff7 on the way to a smile #ff7 case of tifa #ff7 case of denzel

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weishenkun · 3 years ago

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Ppl were saying fendi only invited ten and they stuck lc there but what about yy? Iirc he was there too so they put him there on purpose as well or they won’t mention him because he’s not the one in trouble here? I’m not trying to give an attitude but if it sounds of it I’m really sorry. Idk there’s so much back and forth and ngl to that hardcore cbar fan and revealing all that info, if you saying he was such an a-hole throughout his entire career you didn’t bother leaving his fandom earlier and saying nothing? Idk that really irks me that this only came out because of what has been happening. Idk if you agree with me but I want to rant and I have so much to rant about but idk who to turn. Everything is being picked about from the littlest thing he has done or said and ppl are saying those interviews the 3 groups he in esp wayv ones have done were they praise him all must be fake. We don’t know his side of the story and in honest truth we will never know because how these things are handled through the west and Asian entertainment is so different. But I have I guess I have some reservations about what one of the victims said because of apparently who she is and it has made me think about some things. I still believe he was wrong for some of the things he has done because he needs to understand cheating and manipulation isn’t good. Idk idk idk my heart is heavy and people using this as a lololol ahahah moment to his fan community hurts too like going on and on how all along he was a douche and they always knew and we didn’t. And honestly I feel like there has been so much bandwagon hopping on the hate train because before this most ppl apart from the wayv fandom didn’t give a two cent shit about wayv. They never cared when sm mistreated them or that they got scrapings and were not treated like how 127 or dream were treated. But suddenly everyone who has never cared is up and arms about him in the group because when wayv is going to do their next projects I want to see if all these ppl are going to be cheering them on as loud about you cheering on about what’s going on currently. like I can guarantee you won’t watch an interview or stream their music. And there has been this post going around about what was revealed yesterday and it was about that cat and someone said to the girl well he didn’t give you the cat cause you ain’t his fav and she’s like go ask him on bubble cause that wasn’t what he told me yesterday and idk what it even means because everyone is jumping on it and going lololol he’s still in contact after the apology. Idk she had said it sarcastically and Idk if she’s being truthful or not but everyone is adamant he is still doing all this regardless. And honestly IF he did do that and you let him contact you like that i feel like it’s on her esp since everything has been going on for days. He was dumb for all of this and rn his entire career isn’t surviving so I can’t even tell if she is serious or not and given how this is going on I can’t imagine his devices not being taken away from him cause that’s dumb or someone watching him like a fucking hawk cause I would. Cause on top of everything ppl are saying he mistreats the animals/pets and it’s like wtf is going on?! Oh And with the surfing coach confirming they didn’t flirt but were just friendly, you could have said something earlier but did nothing for hours until you were asked directly because everyone was saying she’s number 5 but apparently in reality she wasn’t but you let it go on. Everything is plaguing me rn and I have so much more to talk about but I’m just so frustrated.

okay this is a long ask so let me just go through each point

1. i saw the fendi story and yeah, yangyang was there too but people are more 'forgiving' towards him cause hes not badmouthing other members like allegedly lucas is. also, labelv was basically trying to get more members into the thing than the organizer originally wanted to, so yangyang, since hes less popular, is pretty logical but lucas? really? he had his own shit almost always so what was the point

2. about that hardcore cbar fan, true, they did only come out with the rant after the stories came out but like they said - they were a hardcore fan. probably theres some money involved or even it was just ignoring stuff cause youre a fan. we did know about most of the things they mentioned, it was just over a long period of time so there were big gaps between each of the incidents and people forgot? idk

3. i agree, there's been a lot of analysis of every little thing he did, but like i said earlier - it was happening over a long period of time and people were blaming it on idk, the culture or the lack of knowledge of some language. now, when theres a chance it could be something more, because of the alleged badmouthing, people will bring that stuff up 🤷‍♀️

4. he had a chance to say something in the apology letter. he said literally nothing instead :D

5. there has been a lot of bandwagon hopping on the hate but theres also been a lot of just straight up ignoring everything. i saw a fan acc on twitter share a list of translators so the fans could block those, cause they've been spreading false news 🤡 like, he was trending for days so people will get interested in whats going on and they will have opinions, thats how world works. and yeah no one will give a single fuck about future wayv project for example but i just hope it will be because they wont care and not because there wont be any future wayv projects :DDDD cause wayv was never big lol, lets be realistic, and this scandal isnt helping them at all and also the fact its happening right when there's that social media/fans campaign going on, i think its even worse :D

6. the bubble thing... labelv isnt the brightest so idk if its that unrealistic. and i think theres the other girl who also said he was calling them non stop when they released their story so idk idk lol

7. wheres the cat :/ we all saw the pic of him getting it, i think i reblogged it with something like 'omg omg ot11 soon' lmao and we havent seen it ever since. it is weird, just like in general. i want to know wheres the cat

8. the coach 🤡🤡🤡 idk idk her story was weird but i think it made another person release their story so thanks i guess :DDD even if he didnt flirt with her, wow, omg, hes so brave for this, wow, bare minimum :)

okay i think i went through everything, thanks for letting me write a whole essay back to you, i will call it an english practice in my brain 😍

#ask #i had to copy this ask to notepad and make parts from it to answer it lmao #thank god i love writing my hot opinions here #not beta'd

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harryskalechips · 5 years ago

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You’re one in a million

A/N Hello I am back with a really dirty smut piece hope you likey!

Word count: 2382

“He’s coming now, Y/N please like him.” My best friend Lizzie pleas as she eyes her boyfriend from behind me, who is now entering the restaurant we’re in.

“Lizzie, I’m sure I’ll like him for you. You’ve been crushing over this guy for like a month now.” I lean my head on my hand as I take a sip of my coke.

“Hey, babe” I hear a familiar voice greet my best friend. As I look up, I see Harry Styles. Oh no.

What Lizzie doesn’t know is that Harry and I already met at a party last summer. We talked throughout the night getting to know each other and by the end of it, we slept together. Of course, I really liked him during that time, it took me months to stop thinking of what would happen if I didn’t leave him the next morning without a goodbye. Now, we’re here though and he’s dating my best friend.

“Harry, sweetheart!” She smiles widely and lets him sit beside her in the booth we’re in. “Okay, so Harry this is my best friend, Y/N!” I look up at him again and catch him already looking at me, he definitely remembers.

“Hi.” I smile softly as I tuck some hair behind my ear.

“Hi. Nice to meet you.” I expected him to smirk or at least call me out, telling Lizzie he knows me. Except, by the way, he looks almost surprised and caught off guard I can tell this would be our dirty little secret.

“Yeah,” I sit up straighter and look at a happy Lizzie as her desire for her boyfriend and best friend to meet finally happened.

Small talks occurred throughout the night as we waited for our meals to come. A question that I was desperate to know was how they met and started dating.

“Well, He was always in the coffee house working on stuff because you had classes in between, right Harry?” He nods. “I was always getting our drinks for our study block and I noticed him. You know, I told you about him.” Lizzie laughs and turns herself to Harry. “I never thought I would be bold enough to ask him out. The first time he rejected me but I asked again accidentally the next time I ran to him at the shop and he finally said yes.” Harry lets out a small smile as he looks at his hands resting on the table.

The night started out a bit awkwardly but as the dinner came to an end. I let that idea of it being awkward out of my mind because I’m happy Lizzie finally met someone who can make her happy, even though I thought he would be it for me. Lizzie had classes early so she asked Harry to drop her off first and let him drop me last since I was close to where he lived. What I noticed about the couple is that they’re still shy around each other. I guess it’s normal when they’ve only known each other for a month and have been dating for a couple of days now.

As we’re driving near my apartment, Harry stops a couple of blocks before my place. Is this where he kills me? “Oh Harry, my apartment isn’t on this street, it’s acc-”

“Y/N.” I turn to look at him, seeing him already watching me. “Do you not remember what happened between us last summer?” “I do.” I eye the cross necklace on his neck, remembering how I grabbed onto it and kissed it that night. “I would’ve told her, Harry. I just thought you didn’t want her to know.”

“She should know about it though.” He looks down. “It’s funny, how destiny works.” I let out a small laugh.

“Yeah, You and Lizzie are sure meant to be.” I frown and stare at the citizens who are walking the streets late at this time.

“I’m not talking about her. I’m talking about you and me.” He fixes his position on his chair and crosses his arms. “I’m not trying to cheat on your best friend. I like Lizzie, she seems nice but throughout this night all I kept thinking about was the night we shared at that party.”

“I did too, Harry.” He looks at me and eyes my body briefly before facing the wheel.

“Yeah, no you didn’t. How could you think about us, if you left me that morning without saying anything? You never gave me your number or a way to contact you.” I scoff.

“If I remember anything from that night, you told me that you weren’t looking for anything too serious.”

“Yeah, but we talked that night for hours! We talked about everything. I know what you want to do in your future, I know about your family. Y/N, why couldn’t you accept the fact that maybe I was genuinely into you.

“I don’t know.” I pout and shrink in my seat. It’s not like I want to sabotage Lizzie’s present relationship but talking about last summer with Harry, makes me feel so hurt now. I should be the one introducing Lizzie to Harry.

“Funny thing is, I don’t ever do one night stands. The time I decided to do that was with you and the morning after I was so hooked on you.”

“Harry, maybe we shouldn’t talk about this.” now, he scoffs as he brushes his hand over his hair in frustration. “I’m pretty sure I fell in love with you that night. And it wasn’t because we had sex a bunch of times but it was because of the conversations we had, and the experiences I had with you. I remember kissing you for the first time in the lake. “I understand Harry. But don’t act like anything that night did not matter to me because it does! I was scared when I woke up in your bed that morning that you would regret what happened between us so I left. Of course, I think about you all the God damn time. I haven’t slept with anybody or dated anybody after you. I couldn’t stop thinking that maybe you and I should’ve been together!”

“Fuck!” He slams his hand on the steering wheel. “Fuck!!” I take deep breaths, closing my eyes.

“Maybe, if you were the one to grab cups of coffee in that coffee house, we would have seen each other again. Fuck, maybe if I waited or just rejected Lizzie in general, I wouldn’t have to hurt her. Fuck.

“Do you like her, Harry?” I ask as I bite my lip. Of course, he likes her. They’re dating! But a small part of me hopes he would choose me even after this.

“Yes, I do.” He looks at me with regret in his eyes. “But not enough to choose her instead of you.”

I put my head down and cover my face. I can’t hurt Lizzie. I can’t hurt Lizzie.

“I don’t know what we can do. I can’t let you break up with her because of me. I don’t want to hurt her. We haven’t seen each other in 5 months, and she was the reason we met each other again in the first place.” He rests his head on the headrest and closes his eyes. Lizzie is probably at home, thinking she has the most amazing boyfriend in the world but in reality, he’s still in the car with her best friend, confessing how he loves her and not his girlfriend.

“I’ll break up with her.”

“Because of me? Harry, if we start dating, she’ll realize what we’ve done.”

“So? I want to be with you.”

“I can’t hurt her.”

“Do you like me? If I wasn’t dating her, would you date me.”

“I’m not answering you.”

“Y/N, would you?”

“Yes.” That’s all it took for Harry to start the car and continue to drive to my place.

He parks in the guest parking and walks out without a word, opening the door for me. He walks me to my suite and I turn around to him to say goodbye after unlocking my door. Instead, He kisses me gripping onto my waist as his other hand holds onto my face. I kiss him back with the same amount of need and bring him to my apartment. He shuts the door with his foot as he leaves kisses down my neck.

“Harry.” I moan as I take off his hoodie and he tries to take off my jacket. He leads me to my couch and sits down as I stand in between his legs. He’s shirtless with his pants still done.

“Take off your clothes.” He says seductively. I take my shirt off and he quickly leans forward to kiss my stomach as I grip onto his hair.

“Fuck, I miss you.” I moan as I feel him undo my jeans for me. I take my pants off along with my panties and I was about to take my bra off, he takes both of my hands and keeps them behind my back.

“Keep that on and come here so you suck my dick lovie. I know you’re so good at it” lovie, he’s been calling me since that night. He moaned for me in the lake, in his car, in his room. I go on my knees and bite with my lips onto his crouch trying to tease him. His finger tilts my head up to look at him and he groans, thrusting his upwards. I slowly unbuckle his belt and take his member out. I give it a few pumps before I help take his pants off too.

“Fuck, I miss your dick. It’s so big.” I suck on his cock and take as much as I can, using my hands to cover what I couldn’t fit. He takes my hair and holds it out of my way as he eyes me on his dick. I spit on his dick, knowing he likes a dirty blowjob and I suck on it a few more times. I take his balls in my mouth and kiss up to his length till I reach his head that’s oozing with cum.

“Baby, fuck I love you.” He takes my head and pushes it down his cock. If he were some other guy, I wouldn’t be this comfortable for the first time. But Harry and I know each other. We know how we are with each other and what we like.

He comes in my mouth and I swallow it as he closes his eyes and thrusts his heads upwards in my throat, I feel my nose touch his small pubes that rest on his pelvic bone. I keep my hands on his thighs and slide them up to his ferns. He brings me and kisses me. “Lovie, you know you’re such a good girl yeah,” He kisses down my neck as he undoes my bra and sucks on my nipple as the other gropes my left one. “Come on, ride my thigh as you did in the car last summer.” I place myself on his thigh as he leans back on the couch so he could bring his foot up and bring his leg higher, putting more pressure on my clit.

“Fuck me, fuck me.” I moan as he helps me rub myself on him. With the feeling of being high, I feel him choke me. “Baby, you still on birth control?” I nod and without a warning, he puts his hard dick in me. We moan together and pause a bit, feeling himself in me. “Still so fucking tight.” He begins to thrust and rub himself fast on me as I moan so loud. We look like rabbits fucking each other so hard. “Open your mouth baby, let me make you mine.” He takes his finger and opens my mouth wider so he can spit in it. He then carries me and finds his way to my bedroom after I whisper directions in his ear as I continue to try and hump on him.”Can’t wait huh love. Just admit we’re addicted to each other yeah?” He places me on my bed and hovers over me. “The first time we met we couldn’t stop fucking yet here we are.” He inserts himself again and I bit onto his cross necklace as he thrusts into me, snapping his hips so fast against mine. “Don’t care ‘m supposed to be dating your best friend, I wanted you since the first time I met you. I’m going to fucking rip your pussy apart that you won’t feel any sense of guilt after this yeah?”

He takes his hands and rests them on my headboard as he fucks me. At times, he would slow down and grope my boobs. “Fuck, so big.” he pushes them together and kisses the middle part, letting his face in it. I scratch my nails onto his back as he fucks me harder. He brings my legs up onto his shoulder and f u c k s me so hard, I see white. “You like that lovie.” With that, he comes in me and I come as well, milking him so hard. He takes his dick out after a couple of minutes and slowly massages his cum onto my pussy, rubbing my clit so hard. “Harry, I’m so tired, I can’t”

“Please baby, I wanna see you come one more time, please.”

He kisses and sucks on my nipple. He rubs his come off a bit my pussy with the blanket and licks me. He inserts his tongue in me as his fingers draw eights on my clit.

“Ugh. oh my god fuck.” After alternating with his mouth and fingers. He puts his dick in me again and goes so fast that I grab onto his hair to kiss me. After I come again, he lays down with me.

“Let me just get a cloth from your bathroom to clean us up.” As I lay there covered in our juices, I get a text on my apple watch.

From Lizzie:

I’m going to bed now, hope you’re home. Harry hasn’t replied to any of my messages! Love you!! Xx

fuck.

Part two here!

#Harry Styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles oneshots #harry styles smut #harry styles angst #onedirection #you're one in a million

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bittywitches · 5 years ago

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Come Over (Ethan Dolan Fanfic)

A/N: Ethan’s stories abt him being sick made me soft so I wanted to write something abt it :)) Basically Y/N and Ethan have been going out for a while but Ethan isn’t the most expressive when it comes to showing his affection for his gf and he starts to realize that it might acc be a problem...

Ly guys hope you enjoy it <3

Used Tissues were strewn across the bed, falling off onto the floor. Tissue boxes were stacked carelessly on the night table, most of them half empty. Ethan’s almost dead phone was plugged into his wall, and he aimlessly scrolled through his insta feed, his hood over his head and the drawstrings pulled tight. The covers were draped all the way up to his chin. He groaned, his head burning up even more than the day before. being sick was bad enough, but Grayson leaving him to go to the beach just made it that little bit worse. He spent the entire day eating food and lying in bed doing nothing, and it drove him insane. He ached for any sort of human interaction. He even started making conversation with the Halloween decorations.

He went to his contacts and scrolled down until he found the person he was looking for. He pressed call and put the phone on speaker.

“Hey, hon.”

“Hi, cutie.”

His girlfriend laughed. “I think your medicine is making you loopy.”

“Course not, sweetness.”

“Right, sure. What’s up? You feeling any better?”

“No. Grayson abandoned me. I’m so bored. Come over.”

“Babe, I’m in a lecture hall right now.”

“Yea? Why’d you answer your phone?”

“Because it’s not currently going on.”

“Then come over!”

“It’s going to start soon, you dumbass.”

“Ugggghhhh.”

“Shut up, people will hear you.”

“When’s your lecture over?”

“In an hour.”

“Do you have to stay?”

“I’ll come over when it’s finished.”

“Ugh. Fine. BYEEE SUGAR MUFFIN!”

“Oh my god people are staring at me now you’re such an asshole k bye”

She cut the phone, and he laughed out loud. Embarrassing his girlfriend was one of his favourite things to do. He chuckled to himself again, then went back to scrolling through his feed, and finally stopped when his eye caught the familiar face of his favourite girl.

It was a picture she had posted a few hours before, of her and Ethan sitting in front of the campfire they had made the weekend before. They’d gone camping with a few of their friends, and they had an amazing time. Y/N and Ethan were sitting on a log in front of the fire, roasting marshmallows. Ethan’s was already burnt, and Y/N was laughing in the photo while she had her arm linked around his. He looked at how happy she looked, and how dang good she looked with her messy hair and face smeared with the ashes from the fire, and he smiled to himself. He really was the luckiest guy in the world, to have such an amazing girlfriend. He swiped to see the next photo she’d posted, and it was of her kissing him on the cheek while Ethan made the fakest annoyed expression in the world. He cringed, looking at his dumb face next to hers. Her arms were carelessly thrown over him, wrapped around his neck, and her eyes were scrunched tight. One of his arms was wrapped around her, and the other one was still holding his now on fire marshmallow. She had posted it with a caption:

Firstname.Lastname Eww he tastes like sweat and ashes 😣

He snorted.

She was absolutely adorable.

He started typing up a comment:

that’s what you get for kissing me 😈

He read it over, shook his head, then cleared it to write something else:

Your kisses are still the sweetest 😉

He liked that better, and smiled when his phone dinged just a few minutes later:

Firstname.Lastname liked your comment: Your kisses are still the sweetest 😉Firstname.Lastname mentioned you in a comment: @ethandolan 😊❤️

Ethan wished that he didn’t have to look so stupid in the picture. He loved it when Y/N kissed him, he was just too awkward to ever voice that out loud, or show it for that matter. She was just so amazing, and sometimes it seemed like he had no idea how to show her that.

“Why does she have to have her stupid lecture...”

Two hours later, Ethan finally perked up at the sound of the front door opening. He heard the thud of her shoes hitting the floor, the rattle of her keys being thrown onto the table, and then her soft footsteps racing up the stairs. The click of her turning the doorknob, and the creak of his door opening to reveal her, in his old sweatshirt and tights, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, holding some grocery bags.

“Oh my god, you look like hell.”

“Thanks, gorgeous.”

She laughed, walking up to his bed and plopping down beside him. She felt his forehead, and her eyebrows scrunched up.

“What did you do to get yourself this sick in the first place?”

“I ran outside in the middle of the night in nothing but my birthday suit then dived into the pool.” His nasal voice made his sarcastic remark sound funnier than it should have.

“Haha.” She grabbed her bags and began pulling out various assortments of items.

“What’s all this?”

“Just stuff to make you feel better.” She pulled out some hot soup (that Ethan had no idea how she had the time to make), cough drops, more cold medicine, a huge bag of chips, and a small, purple teddy bear, which she placed in front of him.

“Who’s this little guy?”

She grinned. “Just someone to keep you company when you get bored during one of my lectures again.”

He rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t deny that he loved the little thing. It was adorable. Like her.

“You know you didn’t have to go to all the trouble of getting this stuff.”

“Well, when you called me you sounded pretty bad.”

“I just missed you.”

She looked at him weirdly for a moment, but then shook her head and began to put the items onto his night table.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Dude.”

“Nothing.”

He shoved her shoulder gently, and she rolled her eyes.

“Do you want soup?”

“Uhuh.”

She opened the container and handed it to him, along with a plastic spoon. He gratefully took it, slurping it down a bit obnoxiously, but she smiled at him nonetheless.

“You know, you’d think that someone with such a nice house and so much storage place would have quick-to-make soup around.”

“Come on, you know soup is like the most boring dish ever.”

She gave him an annoyed look.

“Ah ah ah Babe I need a tish!” He hastily put the bowl onto his night table while trying to hold in his sneeze, while Y/N grabbed the nearest tissue box and handed him one. He sneezed loudly.

“Jesus, that gets really annoying.”

“Yea, I can tell.” She gestured to all of the crumpled up tissues. “This is so nasty, how do you just sleep with all of these surrounding you?”

She grabbed his trash can and began tossing the tissues into the basket.

“Oh babe no that’s gross! You don’t have to-“

“Oh my god just shut up and let me take care of you!”

She gave him a heavy sigh and continued to clean up. Ethan gave her a blank stare, unsure of what to say.

“..Thank you.” He decided on that.

He looked over at him, looking a bit pissed off. “Hey, if you think I was fishing for a-“

“No! Jeez, I’m being serious. You didn’t have to do any of this or even come here at all since I’m assuming you’ve got a lot of work to do, and I’m really thankful for that. For you.”

She blinked. “Seriously, is there something in your medicine?”

“Oh my fucking god!” He flopped back onto his pillow.

“I’m sorry, I’m just not used to..” she waved her hands vaguely. “All this from you.”

“Yeah, I know.”

She finally finished picking up all the tissues, then sat down next to E on the bed. She grabbed the bag of chips and popped it open, then tossed one into her mouth.

“You wanna watch a movie or something?”

“Are you saying I have to get up?”

“Wow okay bye then-“

“No!” He laughed, grabbing her arm to prevent her from getting off the end without him. “I’m kidding. Yes, a movie sounds great.”

Y/N sat cross-legged on the couch, idly scrolling through the movies on Netflix. Ethan sat across on the other side of the couch, eating more of the chips.

“What about this one?”

“Seen it already.”

She groaned, clicking the remote louder than usual as if to display her annoyance. “You’ve already seen like every movie ever.”

“Well there isn’t much else to do when you're sick.”

“Blegh.”

Y/N rested her chin on her hand. Her ponytail was falling apart a little bit, and little strands fell to float against her cheek. Ethan loved to play with her hair. He’d do it a lot without ever thinking about it. They’d be hanging out with their friends, and he’d just begin fiddling with ends. At one point Y/N had gotten so annoyed by it that she had told him he might as well just braid it instead. But surprisingly to her, Ethan actually liked that idea. And so, she taught him how to do it, and from then on whenever she came over she would end up leaving with her hair braided. She’d always say it annoyed her, but Ethan knew she secretly loved it from the way he saw her smile whenever he did it.

Ethan found himself zoning out, just staring at her as she was looking for a movie for them to watch. Her face, her eyes, her mouth, her nose, her hands, her arms, her back...

“Oh oh! How about this one?”

Y/N startled him back to reality. “Hm? Yea. Sure.”

“God finally.”

To be honest, Ethan wasn’t even sure what they were going to watch.

“Hey, hold on. I’m gonna go get something.” He got up to go head towards his bedroom.

“Get what?”

“A blanket.”

“What? Why?”

“So we can cuddle.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “What?”

Ethan shrugged. “I’m cold. And I wanna cuddle.”

Y/N’s mouth hung open for a second, having no idea what to do in this situation.

He wanted to what?

Yea, of course, they’d cuddled before, but he’d never been so bluntly said that he wanted it. She was always so sure that he was embarrassed by it. “Really?”

“Well, Yea.”

She blushed hard, looking away from him and smiling to herself, then looked back

at him. “Okay.”

He smiled at her. “Okay.”

“you are so fucking comfy.” Y/N nestled up closer to Ethan, burying her face into his sweatshirt. Her legs were carelessly thrown on top of him, and Ethan rubbed her thigh under the blanket.

“That is the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“And you should be grateful, mister.”

He chuckled and planted a kiss on Y/N’s forehead. He heard her sigh in content.

“Aren’t you afraid of getting sick from me?”

“Oh, this is definitely worth it.”

“God, you are so cute.”

She blushed. “Babe, what is up with you today?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know...” he stroked his fingers along her back. “Guess I just realized that I don’t appreciate you enough.”

Y/N snorted. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Ethan repositioned himself so he was facing Y/N, her lying on his arm with her hands pressed up against his chest. “You know, you’re just...”

“I’m what?”

“Amazing.”

Her face turned even more red than before, and Ethan grinned. “Man, I didn’t know I could do that to you so easily.”

“Yea well, you’d know if you tried once and a while.”

As soon as the words left her mouth Y/N covered her mouth with her hands, wishing she could take those words back.

Ethan’s face fell. “Ouch. Guess that was a jab at me, huh?”

“It just came out, I didn’t mean to-“

“No, Y/N. you did.”

“I did not!”

“You did.”

Y/N tried to say something, but the words got caught in her throat. She sighed, pushing the loose strands of hair up and out of her face. “Babe..”

“No, you don’t have to explain yourself. It makes sense, I’m not the greatest with that kind of stuff. I just didn’t know it ever bothered you that much.”

She let her head fall onto the side of the couch. “It doesn’t, not really..” She paused. “I don’t know. It’s just nice when you hear those kinds of things from the person you love, yknow?”

Ethan tucked another peaking strand behind her ear. “I may not say it all the time, but you know that’s how I feel, don’t you?”

“Yea...” she started playing with his drawstrings. “I just... You know how you said you missed me? Well that... it just makes my heart-“ she pressed her hand on top of the place where Ethan’s heart would be, then made an exploding motion with her hands along with a little sound effect. “You know?”

He took her hand and pressed it against his heart again. “Well, if it makes it any better...” he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “You make my heart feel like that every day.”

Y/N beamed at him. She reached up and grabbed his face, then kissed him. Ethan couldn’t help but moan a bit, kissing her back stronger than he ever had. When they finally pulled apart, Y/N looked just as bewildered as he did.

“Where did that come from?”

“I have no clue.”

“Well-“

Before he knew it Y/N was kissing him again, cradling his jaw in her hands. Her eyebrows were furrowed, lost in the feeling of Ethan’s lips against hers. It was like nothing mattered but the two of them, underneath their little blanket.

Ethan pulled away suddenly in some sort of urgency and caught his breath.

“I love you.” He rubbed her cheek. “And I’m sorry that I don’t say it enough.”

Y/N breathed out, smiling at him wide.

“I’m probably definitely going to get sick.”

“Y/N!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” She pecked him on the lips.

“I love you too.”

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gay-slabies · 5 years ago

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mod & character introductions!!

Hello, and welcome to our Countryhuman’s Ask Blog! This blog is one in which the mods (and there are eight of us) each have certain characters who we will write and draw for, meaning that asks geared towards certain characters will also be geared towards certain mods! The vague plot is that the characters all live together in one big house and just sort of vibe... This isn’t supposed to get too serious, y’know!

Below the cut are everyone’s intros! Make sure to read them, because we all worked hard to get this blog up and running and we would like to be able to meet you all! The nicknames come from our Discord server, by the way, in case you were wondering about the oddity.

The blog also only follows any of the mods who have a Tumblr, so check the Following list if you want to talk with us one-on-one!!

hi im cursed and im the person who cant draw for shit because i hvae to laptop with mousepad. Well ma'am, the lab results came back and This is hard to say but Your son tested highly on our simp scale Oh goodness gracious But doctor, what does it even mean to be a simp? Well son, allow me to explain- (Nacho: Cursed has America, Mexico, and Australia)

Hey, I’m Mango! As listed in the description, my pronouns are she/her. My acc is @strangled-mangoes if you have any personal questions :). The countries I’m doing are Estonia and Spain. Estonia is very chaotic,, shorts in the snow, crocs with socks... you know that guy I’m talking about. The “It’s not even that cold” guy,, him. (The poison. The poison for kuzco. The poison chosen especially to kill kuzco. Kuzco’s poison). Now Spain... he’s a little different. Okay, a lot different. He’s basically an ex-homophobe turned gay and is now protesting for trans rights. Sorry if that’s a little confusing, I’m bad at summarizing things haha

Hello!! I’m Moderator Nacho, the father of these hellchildren! I am Exe’s husband, but don’t let father and husband disallude you- I am biologically and mentally female uwu. Yes I use uwu. Call me a furry all you want. Your words are like bites from a baby that hasn’t grown teeth yet. Disgusting and harmless. ANYWHO, I am one who tends to go off on a tangent, but can still structure out a plot, as well as being more than willing to give people Big Answers to their asks!!!! Also... apparently I apologize too much. Besides all of that, the countries I will be answering asks for are as follows: Lithuania, The United Arab Emirates, China, Northern Native America, and Russia. If I misrepresent a country in a way you don’t agree with, then feel free to tell me! I will gladly listen and take what you say into account, especially if you are ethnically or religiously knowledgable on the country. My Lithuania... is a bit of a bitch, plain and simple, but it’s kinda valid, since he is Very Old. My UAE is a difficult bow to unravel- He’s very bigoted towards anything LGBT+, but Something happens to change that :). My China is non-binary and like 4000 years old... He’ll fuck anything that moves if he can convince it into bed, but he is also very formal and polite when he wants to be. My Native America is actually just the northern half, and she is... chaotic, to say the least. My Russia? Himbo. That’s all I need to say. He’s the very definition of a himbo. Look up himbo in the dictionary and it’s just a page full of pictures of Russia.

Hi yes hello, I'm Satan, and I say trans rights. I'm the only irish lad with these lads, and you already know my pronouns, they/them. I'll be doing Russian Empire and The Soviet Union, R.E has much inner homophobia, and Sov tries (and fails) to be badass. You cant run from being fluffy. And I'm also ace, and into girls uwu.(my least favourite skittle is purple)

Greetings all, I’m Mod Exe. You could also just go to call me the German-Soviet, young kinda boomer mother of like; 15 kids with a cat and a she/her husband. My pronouns are they/them with the occasional she/her mixed in. I’m tryna figure stuff out. I’m one out of three European Mods (Mod Satan and Mod Corn)! I might misspell stuff because out of all these freaks here, I’m the only one whose first language is not English. I apologize in advance. The countries I will doodle and answer asks from are West Germany, Third Reich, German Empire (Second Reich) and The Weimar Republic. My headcanons for them might be weird but hey, isn’t that literally all of us? That’s all I wanted to say already! Sincerely, Exe.

Hehejehehhehe Mod Void here! I’m your local otaku who knows absolutely almost nothing about the outside world, and is also Canasain. I draw a lot, and if you want to check out my underdeveloped and only just started ‘art’ blog, it’s @bluevoid27 . As stated in the description, She/Her pronouns! I’m also in charge of these beans: Antarctica, Greenland, Canada, Philippines, and Martial. My take on these characters may be a bit different from the most popular versions. Antarctica is still bean, but is presumably hiding a less pure version. Greenland is well, kind of overprotective of Antarctica, but is still a nice child who’s also NB. Canada is probably the one who’s been altered the most, let me tell ya, in Canada, we aren’t as nice as the stereotypes, so this version is a bit more reckless, still loves syrup, and has some sort of trouble showing he’s sorry (wow what a surprise!). Philippines is your classic Pinoy, karaoke master, hopeless jokester, and just a carefree dude in general. Martial is your angry Pinoy, with threats like “Gusto mo palo?” while holding up a sandal. He still resembles somewhat of his brother, but is way more aggressive and rough on the edges. Salutations, I’m Moderator Discord (no, not MLP, but the actual Apphuman)! As stated in the description, my pronouns are they/them/she/her (although I prefer they/them the majority of the time). I know way too many memes and vines for my own good, and I also have rather unusual headcanons! My account is @statehumans-maryland in case you have any personal questions, and the Countryhumans I will be doing are East Germany, South Korea, and Poland! • East Germany is a soft boi who loves his sister, West Germany, and h̶a̶s̶ ̶a̶ ̶b̶i̶g̶ ̶f̶a̶t̶ ̶c̶r̶u̶s̶h̶ ̶o̶n̶ likes his best friend, Poland! He is basically one of the most innocent and wholesome people you will find on this planet — plus, he’s a farmer’s boy, so that’s neat! • South Korea is someone who is rather worn down from the shenanigans with his brother (North Korea) causing all sorts of trouble and not exactly having the relationship with him, but he’s overall a very cheerful person (though he does well at concealing his inner turmoil) who is generally friendly with others and more than willing to take responsibility for his brother’s actions, as well as deal with the consequences for such actions (even though it’s very unjustified and unnecessary). He also has a polyamorous relationship with Martial Law and Japan. • Poland is the epitome of a gentleman and will never hesitate to correct himself should he make the slightest of what he perceives as “mistakes” in his mannerisms (though he’s very slowly slipping out of it because c’mon, this is 2020, ain’t nobody got time for formalities). Overall, he is a very good friend to have, has a fair bit of anxiety, and h̶a̶s̶ ̶d̶e̶e̶p̶ ̶f̶e̶e̶l̶i̶n̶g̶s̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶b̶e̶s̶t̶ ̶f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶ is very close friends with East Germany.

Mod Corn is currently busy, but has given us permission to add their intro later, so look for that!

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