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hsunrry · 1 month ago

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innocent // one shot

drew starkey x fem!reader

summary: y/n’s first time with her boyfriend. special request for my love @drewsvies🧡

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words: ~2,4k

tropes: innocent/unexperienced!reader x experienced!drew

warnings: smut18+, praise, fingering, oral (f receiving), protected sex

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it was already couple of weeks since you two started dating. you never done anything sexual related, but you tried to hide this from him, by saying that you’re just not ready. you knew you had to do that at some point, but you were scared that he’ll leave you, because you’re so unexperienced. when you went with him for few days to his winter house, you decided that you’ll finally tell him the truth he deserves. as you were kissing with him, sitting astride his lap, your hand went into the back of his hair. he pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes. “hey… can we talk for a second?” his hand gently caressed your waist, not moving any further. “i respect that you’re not ready, and-“

“before you said something.” you said, gently interrupting him. “i have to tell you about one thing.” you bite down on inside of your cheek from nervousness. his expression turned serious, his thumb brushing against your hip as he waited for you to continue. the cracking fire in the background fills the brief silence between you two. “i… it’s not like i’m not ready.” you said, fidgeting with your fingers on the nape of his neck. “i just… i never did anything and i’m stressed i’ll mess up, or do something wrong, or-“

“hey, none of that.” his expression softened with understanding, one hand moving to cup your cheek. “i never want you to feel stressed or pressured with me, okay? the fact that you’ve never done anything before actually makes me really happy.” he kissed your forehead softly.

“wait, really? why?” you asked confused. he smiled warmly, his thumb caressing your cheek.

“because it means i get to be your first. and trust me, there’s nothing more special or exciting than that.” he leaned in, pressing gentle kiss to your lips. “besides, i’d love to guide you through all of that.” you only smiled at his warm words. his eyes were sparkling with affection and a hint of desire when he returned your smile. “but only when you’re ready, okay? i’m in no rush. i just want to make sure you’re comfortable and that you feel safe with me.” he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer.

“i mean, i want to.” you said softly. “but i was just scared i’ll do something wrong.”

“lovie, listen to me…” he tilted your chin up with his finger, looking into your eyes with tenderness. “there’s no ‘wrong’ or ‘right’ here. this is about us exploring together, learning what feels good.” he pressed lingering kiss to your lips. you swallowed quietly when he pulled back, nodding at his words. his one hand was still cupping your face. “we can take this as slow as you want. and if we’re honest, watching you discover it for the first time… that’s pretty much the most turn on.” he smirked, leaning to press soft kiss on your neck. “but only if you’re sure.”

“i am.” you smiled, tilting your head to the side to give him better access to your neck. he groaned quietly against your skin, his arms tightening slightly around you as he started peppering gentle, wet kisses along your jaw and neck. his hands slowly started to wander, one hand moving to your hip, while the other started to unbutton your shirt.

“you’re so fucking perfect.” he said as your breath started getting heavier from his kisses. his touch became more confident, but still gentle. he continued kissing along your collarbone, now with your shirt unbuttoned completely. “if you want me to stop at any point…” he murmured against your skin. “just say so.” you nodded loud enough so he could hear, shrugging your shirt off in meantime. your upper body was only in bra now. his breath catches slightly at the sight of you, a mix of admiration and desire in his eyes. he traced his fingers along your neck and collarbone, down your arm. “you’re incredible, baby…” he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss between your breasts.

“can we go to the bedroom with that?” you asked shyly, feeling your cheeks heating up slightly. his eyes darkened with desire at your request, but he maintained his gentle demeanour.

“absolutely.” he stood up carefully with you wrapped around his waist, carrying you to the bedroom. he laid you down on the bed once in here, his eyes roaming over your face and body, before he leaned down to press soft, lingering kiss on your lips. “i love you so much.” he murmured against your mouth, pulling back to look at you.

“i love you too.” you smiled, feeling his hand going behind your back. he slowly removed your bra, his touch gentle as he revealed more of your skin. he took a moment to appreciate the sight of you, his eyes filled with love and desire.

“you’re so beautiful.” he whispered, his lips pressing soft kisses in the middle of your chest. you swallowed quietly when he did that, his actions creating small goosebumps on your body. he could feel your body reacting to his touch, making him smile. he slowly goes with his kisses down your body, his fingers starting to work on the button of your jeans. “okay?” he looked up at you.

“yeah.” you smiled softly. “can i take off your shirt too?” he nodded, sitting up slightly. you quickly took it off, exposing his chest. he returned to his previous position, his fingers back on the button of your jeans. he carefully slid your jeans down your legs, leaving you only in panties.

“so pretty.” he whispered, his eyes drinking in the sight of you. you blushed slightly when you felt his fingers tracing the edge of your underwear. he pressed a kiss on your inner thigh, his warm breath making you shiver. “i’ve dreamed about this.” he mumbled against your skin, tracing gentle kisses along your inner thigh. your breath got slightly heavier. he could feel your nervousness and it only made him more determined to be gentle and patient. he slowly hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties, his eyes locked with yours for reassurance. “can i?” he asked softly and when you nodded, he slowly removed them. taking his time, he ran his fingers lightly up your legs. “i’m gonna touch you now, is this okay?”

“yes.” you said quietly. he began to trace gentle patterns on your inner thighs, going closer to your center with every move.

“tell me if anything feels too much.” he whispered, his touch becoming softer as he gets closer. “i want this to be amazing for you.” when you nodded, he slowly ran his finger between your folds. “how does that feel?” he asked, keeping his touch light and careful.

“good.” you gasped softly. he could see how your body relaxed and tensed under his touch and it encouraged him to be a little bolder. he slowly parted your folds with his fingers, his thumb lightly grazed over your clit. “can i keep going?”

“mhm.” you moaned softly. he smiled at the response, his touch growing more confident as he began to explore your body more thoroughly. he circled your clit gently with his thumb, watching your face flushing with pleasure. with his other hand, he slipped his finger inside you, moving it slowly in and out. you gasped at the sensation, your head tilting back slightly. he watched your face intently, marveling at the way your features soften and your mouth parts with a soft ‘oh’. he continued his slow motions, his thumb gently circling your clit.

“you’re doing so well, my love.”

“it feels so good.” you gasped. his heart swelled at your words and he added second finger inside you, stretching you gently.

“you’re so tight, so wet...” his voice came out husky with desire. “does this feel good?” he asked, his fingers moved in a steady rhythm. you only managed to moan louder. he could feel your walls clenching slightly around his fingers, so he picked up the pace. his mouth replaced his thumb on your clit, sucking it.

“oh fuck.” you whined, your hand going instinctively into his hair. he groaned against you at the feeling of your hand in his hair, the sound vibrating through your core. he sucked harder, his fingers moving faster inside you as he feels you getting closer. “oh my god, yes!” you cried out, your hips bucking up as you finished. your whole body trembled slightly from intense orgasm. he felt your walls tightening around his fingers as you came, so he continued to suck and lick slowly your clit, prolonging your pleasure.

“fuck, you taste amazing.” he slowly pulled away from your pussy, his fingers glistening with your juices. he kissed his way up your body, his lips brushing against your sensitive skin as he goes. “i need to be inside you.” he whispered, his voice trembling slightly from how bad he wanted it. “is it too much for you today, or do you want to keep going? we don’t have to if you’re not ready for more.”

“no, i want to.” you said quietly, your voice still a little shaky from intense pleasure. he smiled, his heart racing with excitement. he quickly stood up, grabbing condom from his wallet. he took off his jeans along with his boxers, his hard cock sprang free.

“okay baby, i’ll be gentle, i promise.” he hovered above you, opening it with his teeth.

“will it hurt?” you asked, looking at him opening the condom. he looked into your worried eyes as he rolled protection onto his length.

“it might a little bit. especially since it’s your first time. but i prepared you, so it shouldn’t be bad.” you nodded softly at his words. he positioned himself between your legs, head of his cock pressing your entrance softly. “okay, i’m gonna push in now, okay?” when you nodded again, he started slowly pushing in. as soon as his tip went through he stopped, letting you adjust to the new feeling. you whined softly at slight sting, but quickly relaxed around him. after few seconds he continued to push further, his length filling you up. he paused about half way in, giving you time. “you’re doing so good, my love.” he kissed your lips, going all the way in. you gasped into the kiss, your hand gripping his arm. “fuck, you’re so tight.” he whispered against your lips, his voice strained from effort of staying still. “you okay?”

“yes, i feel… full?” you said quietly, looking into his eyes. he chuckled softly, his hands going to cup your face.

“you’re doing perfectly. now, i’m gonna start moving a little bit. just breath and relax for me.” you nodded with soft smile. he started to move slowly, pulling out a little before pushing back in. he set a steady, gentle rhythm, making sure to give you time to adjust to each thrust. his lips found yours again as he moved inside you, kissing you deeply as he made love to you. “you feel amazing.”

“it feels so good.” you moaned into the kiss. he deepened the kiss, one hand sliding down to cup your breast, while the other was still holding your face.

“you’re so beautiful like this.” he started to move slightly faster. “is it still feeling good, baby?”

“so good.” you gasped. he broke the kiss to trial open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

“do you want to try different position? it might feel better for you.” his hands were wandering over your body. you nodded at his words, feeling him pulling out slowly. he rolled you on your side, positioning himself behind you and spooning you. he lifted your leg up, hooking it over his hip. he pushed slowly inside. “like this, okay?”

“oh god.” you moaned. he started to move inside you, his dick sliding in and out at new angle.

“fuck, you’re so tight like this.” he gasped. this new position seemed to hit all the right spots, making you gasp and moan with each thrust.

“it feels so good Drew.” your hand went to cover his on your breast. he grinned against your neck, his hips moving faster now. he squeezed your breast gently, his thumb brushing your nipple.

“i’m so glad it feels good for you, sweetheart. i want to make you feel amazing.” he started moving even faster as he spoke. your head tilted back from pleasure. he took advantage from your exposed neck, kissing and nibbling slightly. he carefully pulled out again, rolling you on your back. this time, he placed your legs over his shoulders, pushing back slowly. “you’ll feel me deeper like that, but tell me if it’s too much.” he started moving, bottoming out with every thrust. he leaned forward slightly, changing the angle even more. “fuck, baby…”

“jesus christ, Drew.” you moaned, your back arching from intense feeling. he grinned mischievously, his hands wrapping around your thighs to pull them closer to his chest. he started pounding into you, his dick throbbing inside you as he saw how much you were enjoying this. “i- oh my god- i’m gonna come.” you gasped. he quickly removed one hand from your thigh, reaching between your legs and rubbing your clit furiously in time with his thrusts.

“come on, lovie, let it happen. i want to feel you squeeze my cock.” he panted.

“yes! fuck, Drew!” you almost screamed from pleasure, your pussy clenching around his dick. he groaned loudly when he felt that, the feeling pushed him over the edge. he buried himself deep inside you as he came hard, his hot seeds filling the condom.

“fuck, fuck, fuck… so good baby, yes!” he unhooked your legs from your shoulders after few seconds, collapsing on top of you slightly. he stayed inside you, his softening length still buried deep as he came down from his high. his one hand went to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. “you okay, my love? was it good for you?” he asked softly.

“so good.” you smiled lazily. he carefully pulled out, discarding the condom, before gathering you in his arms and pressing gentle kiss to your forehead.

“i love you so much, you were amazing. we’ll lay like that now and then we’ll take a shower together, okay?” he wrapped you tighter in his warm embrace.

“i love you too, sounds good.” you smiled.

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sofs16 · 1 year ago

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clearly

pair lando norris x singer!reader

note if you guys want to decorate my tree with a little note, I’d appreciate it:,)

tree!

++ dont be a silent reader pls hehe

ln4updates

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ln4updates Lando goes live on twitch again and mentions his longtime crush, yn. (she’s a** — i got the subtitles wrong)

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ynslover F1 and yn?!? 😭😭😭

norrizznutsz THE BUTTON UP O HTMGOFD

user73 if i was yn, i’d be dead. lando.jpg yn

⤷ ln4updates mans has no shame 😭

landonorris

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landonoriss that’s a wrapppppp 😁

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user33 the thirst trap right before the yn tagged slide 😭😭😭

yn congrats, lando 🧡🤍

⤷ landonorris thankyou so much! your music was my wakeup music

[ COMMENT DELETED ! ] ⤷ landonorris thank you so much, yn! your music was always blasting at the mclaren garage 🫡

⤷ yn awwww thank you AHAHAHA hope to meet you some time! ⤷ landonorris See you at your UK show :)

⤷ yn omg what!!!! see you soon!!!

⤷ carlossainz55 DMS exist

[(carlossainz55) landonorris: DELETE THAT CARLOS STOP SHUTUTP STOP]

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⤷ yn AHAHAH, come in them then 😝

(LANDONORRIS) yn just followed you back!

[ (landonorris) carlossainz55: You’re welcome]

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yn cop or drop???

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landonorris cop 👮‍♀️

⤷ yn thought dms existed?? :)

⤷ user4 oh ITS HAPPENING. user44 lando thinks he’s real slick with commenting ‘cop’ 4 seconds after this was posted 😭

ynspeed yn’s response to lando’s thirst trap:

⤷ yn landonorris isn’t the only one who can do that

⤷ user2 i bet lando is dying rn

manchester, uk

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yn and that’s the end of the silence between songs tour 😵‍💫😵‍💫manchester, you are something else 🧡 i’m glad it was you closing this magical tour! thank you, thank you, thank you!

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user3 the orange heart???? something is a little 🐟hy around here…

⤷ user4 I CANT WITH THE FISH EMOJI😭

ln4updddts WHERE’S OUR YNLANDO CONTENT!!

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lando.jpg I woke up happy, watched the sun rise. I wonder why

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yn the I Wonder caption 🥹🥹🥹

⤷ lando.jpg Too good of an opportunity to not use it

yn i adore you

⤷ lando.jpg i adore YOU! ⤷ lnrizzyn theyre actually my parents. ⤷ ynsloverr lnrizzyn THE LAST SLIDE!!!!!

user39 THE FLOWERS!!! YNS FAV ARE TULIPS 🥹

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ynsource yn coming out backstage with her favorite tulips in hand! rumored to be given by landonorris

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user484 HELLO???

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ynsource yn goes live on twitch again and mentions lando norris! view all 382 comments

uppyn landonorris are you okay? user37 YNLANDO NATION RISE!!!

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landoyn4 LANDO NORRIS WHEN I CATCH YOU. HER WAITING FOR THE DM😭😭😭😭😭 HER SEEING OUT POSTS 😭😭😭

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lllmclerc Lando liking the posts 😭

(99+) INSTAGRAM MESSAGES 𐙚˙✧˖°

— december 9, 2023

Lando Norris

i am sooooo sorry for not messaging sooner. i pussied out and thought you were joking about it:( please forgive me please

yn 🫧🤍

hi landooo! don’t worry about it:) sorry if i outed you online, i kind of pussied out as well to message you 😭 you just seemed interested so i didn’t know what to think after you came to the uk show last week with those flowers and you ghosted me

Lando Norris

No i feel even worse now. I really did want to hang out or go out with you (whichever you prefer) but, again, i pussied out… think we could have a redo?

and about the online thing, it’s totally alright, nothing they didn’t already know anyways 🤗

yn 🫧🤍

it’s alright and i would love to go out with you :)) what’s important is we were able to talk in our most random way possible 👍🏻

Lando Norris

do you mind if i get your number?

yn 🫧🤍

not at all! it’s xx-xxx- xxx

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yn sorry i haven’t been active :) i’ve been happier than ever

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landonorris nice heart

⤷ yn thanks! ynlando 😵‍💫👀

landonorris

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landonorris snow days ☃️

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yn hey, nice heart! ⤷ landonorris your snow heart is better ☹️

ynlannn …

ynlannn HELLO?????? LANDO CAMCORDER -> POST OF YN FROM A CAMCORDER. THE HEART SNOW -> YN WITH HEART SNOW. THE COMMENTS. THE BOYFRIEND EFFECT IN THE 4TH PIC. SO MUCH TO UNFOLD AFTER 3 WEEKS OF SILENCE.

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ynsource photos taken of yn by the paps this week! view all 1,982 comments

lnyln we’re all thinking the same thing, aren’t we..

⤷ynsource ynlando real and they’re on a ski trip🥹

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landonorris and yn Lando is the photographer in the relationship, clearly. - yn 🧡

y/n/n is clearly the better looking one in the relationship, clearly - lando 🤍

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yn hey! that last part isnt true ☹️

⤷ landonorris yes it is

⤷ yn thats a lie

⤷ landonorris you’re like the most beautiful person in this universe. what are you on

⤷ carlossainz55 Not even three months and disgusting in the comments already 😝

⤷ landonorris shhh dad

user4 THEYRS SOOOO🥹😝

ynslove i bet that first clip is yn for her 2nd leg of the tour 😵‍💫😵‍💫

user73 y/n/n?? she said she doesn’t like being called that except for her future partner UGHHHHDHAJAALALA

mclaren 🧡🧡🧡

#SOF : anotha lando fic!! bump on the tree 🤗

happy holidays! 🤍🤍

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagines #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #landonorris #lando 4 #lando norris #lando norris x y/n #lando norris fanfic #lando imagine #lando smau #lando norris smau #formula 1

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cloveroctobers · 3 months ago

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SAVE YOUR BREATH — Armando Aretas [October Prompts] 🧡

A/N: This was inspired by the show FROM and this fic has a slight crossover with the show that I squeezed into this plot. I initially had no plans to take it further than a certain symbol. I was supposed to end it there (while also keeping this short) but I kept writing lol! If you haven’t watched you should for this season especially! Also loosely inspired by Midnight mass 🫣 & just know picking songs that fit the spooky vibe or fall aesthetic is also a job y’all 😆

S/N: If you’re a reader who’s been impacted by the hurricane(s) I hope you and your loved ones are safe during this difficult time! 🫶🏽

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE & HERE + I’m using: "Give me one good reason not to kill you." "I'm immortal, so…it's actually not possible." + SCENARIOS — 6. Visiting an apple orchard.

SYNOPSIS: in which Armando wants to avenge your death but your attempts to make him let it slide, brings on a new level of danger he’s not all that prepared for.

🏷️: @violetmuses + @believeinthefireflies95 + @nobodygetsza

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Giving Armando space wasn’t really effective since he can still feel you hovering, whether you were behind him lounging against the wall and slicing up some apples to eat while you kept quiet for the most part, or just you simply letting your ghost eyes chill through him.

He’s been on his computer for weeks and didn’t want any help. Any wink of sleep he got was not something he allowed on his own, he’s been functioning off caffeine and eye drops to keep him going trying to track down your killer. Mike’s been telling him to let him handle it, since there was a part of Mike that knew Armando would be back to his old ways, especially after losing you. Now that Mike was slowly building something with his son, he didn’t want Armando to throw it all away. Which definitely brought off heated energy because who was Mike Lowrey to tell Armando how to get justice? Armando had his mother to thank for that, even in death, she was still controlling his life. It has been months since he was on the run and since you played a part in his hiding, that meant you had to serve time, whereas Mike pulled a deal for Armando to work for AMMO that would amount up to the added time he needed to serve, You got the short end of the stick.

No shock there—and to make a long story short, you gave as good as you could in prison but Armando’s mother had it planned that if something were to ever happen to her, she had people that would take you out as well, since she had this unhealthy jealousy when it came to you and Armando.

Nothing ever become of you and Armando but she saw it before you two ever had the chance to fully explore.

So when Mike had to deliver the news of your passing, Armando felt like what was left of him died.

Your relationship with his mother was also very complex. Isabel Aretas was the one who stole you from your own family at just eight years old. Nothing Isabel did made logical sense, you would think that the one person that made your child happy, you would still want your child to have some sort of happiness so that they wouldn’t be alone right? Wrong. Isabel strived to be the only one in her son’s life, out of some unresolved issues and because your bond with Armando was also strong, she wanted to take that with her as well.

It took time but it happened.

In her mind, this would make Armando the deadliest kingpin there could ever be. It builds character, which was her excuse for masking her love as manipulation. When you got away from her, you wanted Armando out too but that resulted in many things with Isabel calling you a, “ungrateful bitch,” and Armando being too blind to see how Isabel was going to get them both killed.

She almost succeeded.

“I think you should just let this go, you’re able to start this new life now. Even if you hate it, maybe it’ll be worth it.” You tried to tell Armando, who wouldn’t bring his red eyes away from the screen.

His brows furrowed as he harshly clicked around on his mouse, “No. I won’t. I’m doing this for us.”

“It’s not going to bring me back.” You state, “Karma will get them one way or another.”

“I don’t have faith in that.”

But he had the answers!

“Well maybe you should have some faith in me.”

“Maybe if you minded your business, you wouldn’t be where you’re at.” Armando snapped, which caught you off guard.

You wouldn’t make excuses for him.

That was low and he knew it because his eyes clenched not long after those words escaped his lips. “I’m sorry—

A gush of wind was all that he heard, which means that you actually left him on his own. It was for a minute too, he kept calling out to you like a crazy person in his apartment as the days went on but you wouldn’t break. Sure he was persistent but you were also very stubborn and didn’t mind making him sweat it out.

There was no way he tried to shift his mother’s actions and deem them as your fault. She took you from your family as a child, causing an accident where you couldn’t remember the last eight years of your life—only the new image the Aretas’ built—killed your father instantly in that accident, left your mother in the hospital with a lengthy recovery just to worry herself into sickness and die not knowing if you were ever safe, made you believe you were living with the Aretas out of false pretenses, made everything so squeaky clean that for years you couldn’t find any true history of your past life, tried to mold you into her one of her many soldiers, continued to lie to about not only you but Armando’s upbringing, and gaslit the both of you once those truth’s came to light.

Isabel was taken out of the game first but at least you were able to go out with a smile on your face, Mrs. Aretas couldn’t say the same.

When you did return, it was when Armando found out the whereabouts of your killer. She was free from jail, ironically five months after your murder—the system pinned it on another inmate—and would be down at the apple orchard with her little family.

“Arman…this isn’t a good idea.” You appeared behind him, as he’s flicking the collar of his leather jacket up after sipping into it.

He scoffs, “Appearing from the shadows today? After you literally ghosted me? is rich I have to say.”

“And I had every right to. This vengefulness is making you sick, haven’t you learned this yet? What is it going to take for you to get it through your thick ass skull, huh?” You follow him as he opens the secret compartment in his room that contained all of his weapons.

You were positive Mike did not know about this stash. Armando probably shouldn’t have any of this kind of weaponry in this temporary home Mike had him set up in. Regardless, Armando was smart he wouldn’t just take these handouts since he knew they came at a cost and had numerous bunkers over the globe. If he wanted to be gone again, he could be.

“You need to get out of my way,” Armando says to you as you simply cross your arms after he comes back out with a case.

You tilt your head, “or what?”

With swiftness, Armando pulls a knife that looks awfully familar as he shoves it right underneath your chin, “Give me one good reason not to kill you.”

Flashing your pretty teeth at him with your arms still folded you respond, “I'm immortal, so…it's actually not possible. Is it genius?”

Armando blinks, “doesn’t mean it still won’t hurt?”

“…that’s the thing, you don’t want to hurt me. You want to hurt everybody else.” You reason, which proves to be right as Armando rolls his eyes before removing the blade from your cold skin.

Sighing Armando puts his back to you, “I really don’t have time for this.”

The sarcasm is heavy in your tone, “Sure but you have time to execute a murder in front of who knows how many people and children?”

“No need to worry,” Armando smirks, “I’m the better shooter anyway.”

Huffing you follow Armando as he starts making his way through the apartment, making sure he has everything before closing the door in your face. Of course you throw your hands up before walking right through the wall to follow the man down the hallway. If he was going to do this, then you were going to be right beside him trying to get him to change his mind before he actually got to the orchard.

It was funny really, Armando going to the one place you loved being. Something you could never explain, you always loved apples since you came into Armando’s life. Apple scented things, favorite fruit and snack were apples, loved baking anything that had to do with apples—not that you had that much time to do that either catching bodies and all but in your sprinkle of free time you did. This was only explained once you knew your background, that you weren’t from another place in South America but North. You had grandparents who owned a farm and were still looking for you after your parents passed.

Your parents were in debt to the wrong people.

The Aretas, so they took the one valuable thing and that happened to be you.

Now here you were not getting to enjoy the sights of the orchard because Armando was out for blood. In your honor. Past you who was just doing these things because you knew you could, would be proud but once you got away from the dark of this game, living the life you could have? Changed how you viewed the world. It drastically changed again once Armando Aretas showed up at your door.

“What are you looking to accomplish by doing this?”

Armando sighed as he opens the car door, “I went over this already.”

“Okay…so what are you going to tell Mike and Secada once they find out?” You inquire as you appear on the passenger side, “The first person they’re going to look for is you, you know that right?”

“I have an alibi.”

“Don’t say something lame like visiting my mausoleum all the way in Massachusetts…knowing you can’t leave the state alone.”

Armando goes quiet which lets you know that was exactly what he was planning on using. He hated having you be one step ahead of him and it showed. The blank expression he shot you, had you snorting into your hand and with a shake of your head you start to comment before Armando interupts.

“Save your breath.” Armando mutters

Moving the seatbelt with a sigh, so you can free your braids you say, “no, I don’t think I will. We went long enough not speaking after you disrespected me by playing the blame game.”

He briefly glances over at you, hand tightening on the wheel, he regretted saying that to you, “I didn’t mean any of it, amiga. I was in my head and when I’m in my head—

“You don’t listen,” you finish with a sharp nod, “which is why I’m telling you that this a bad idea.”

He blinks, “is that a immortal feeling or something?”

You laugh again, “I don’t…think that’s a thing? It’s just natural to not want you to end up, you know? Dead.”

“Appreciate that but the only way I get to move on, is if I do this.”

“Until something else feeds that desire to kill again.”

“We’re always going to be killers, though.” Armando replies, “whether you like it or not in death or life. That’s just what we were made to be.”

“And it’s sad that you can’t see that you can be much more than this.” You tell, “Maybe someday you’ll see that.”

Armando hums, “Are you supposed to be my guardian Angel?”

“Oh, I don’t know about that amigo.” You rest your head back against the headrest, “you did say we were killers and I don’t think murders get to hold angel status.”

“Icarus was a fallen Angel though.”

“Touché.”

A small silence falls over the car ride while being surrounded by the busy life style of Miami. To find quality farms required traveling a good distance so Armando appreciated the silence, to gather his thoughts together. He could have gotten there faster if he purchased another bike but he was very limited now being underneath everyone’s eyes.

With the way Armando drove, it felt like less than over an hour where the palm trees started to fade and the grass roads become more prominent. He’s getting off the exit and there’s a lot less traffic around this area, which worked in Armando’s favor since you knew he preferred to go for the silent kill but if it had to get rowdy he could handle that as well. If there were kids there, which you hoped there wouldn’t be many, you prayed that they would be leaving the site before Armando got into position.

“Would you look at that,” Armando pulls your attention away from the passenger window, “Lime green jeep gladiator, we’re just in time.”

You deeply inhale, sitting up in the passenger seat while Armando keeps his distance, “get the case ready.”

“No.”

The dark haired man with the thick facial hair cuts his eyes at you, “fine. Take the wheel, then.”

And his eyes told you not to argue with him, as he twists to the back of the vehicle to grab said item.

“There’s witnesses.” You state, letting go of the wheel as Armando plops the case right into your lap.

Armando nods, “I’ll aim for the tires, make it seem like they got a flat.”

“…do you know if their kid is with them?”

“I know how to aim,” he argues, moving one hand to the case in your lap to unlock for his gun of choice along with a silencer.

Which didn’t answer your question.

He’s getting ready to roll down his window, your eyes go into slits as a black Escalade cuts you two off. You hold onto the arm of the door as Armando tries to swerve to the right as the Escalade also break checks him.

“Arman,” you start, it’s a feeling that felt like the rolling of waves in the beginning of a storm but warm and you haven’t felt warmth in some time.

He’s slamming on breaks himself, that you feel your toes curl just waiting to slam into the gladiator. Yet the gladiator is off to the left in front of the Escalade that’s attempting to shield your view of the car.

“The hell?” Armando questions and you feel your breathing halt.

In front of you was a tree blocking the pathway to the orchard.

“T-This is it. This is what I tried to warn you of.” You say with shaky breath as you glance to meet Armando’s eyes.

There’s a furrow in Armando’s brows, trying to decipher what you were saying to him. He’s caught off guard by you as he’s yanked out of the driver’s side. You feel a pull to your right, which made you frown because why could you feel this touch when it didn’t belong to Armando?

You’re shoved to your knees beside Armando who’s trying to move the hands that hold him, away until a gun is placed to his temple. The doors to the gladiator are opened, revealing your killer and her wife, who quickly grabs hold of their five year old son.

“No. This isn’t right. I killed you.” She pointed at you, still keeping her distance behind what you and Armando believed to be her bodyguards.

Armando keeps his head still but his eyes move to peek at you.

“You can see me?” You whisper before looking around at your surroundings, “…we shouldn’t be here.”

Your killer laughs, “no, you shouldn’t.” She steps forward, eyes are harsh as she glared at you before shushing her partner while she moves in closer, “did you two come here to kill me and my family? Big mistake.”

Armando shakes his head while admitting, “not your family, just you.”

You wish you could have shushed him in this moment too.

There’s a film of gray that spills over the sky followed by the rustle of trees. You don’t feel safe and not just because everyone can suddenly see you now. Where you resided when you weren’t with Armando, allowed you to see many things you still couldn’t explain. Perhaps it took time to make sense and you didn’t have anyone that worked as a guide. In essence this was just like life.

No answers and just winging it.

However you’ve seen this scene plenty of times before. The getting stuck by a road blockage, always a large tree with vehicles trying to find a way around. It was a cycle before they arrived to the town.

“The town.” You inform causing all eyes to turn to you, “we need to leave, now.”

Your killer huffs, “you keep saying that. You want to leave so bad, here.”

And with that she snatched the gun from one of her bodyguards and aims right at you, firing the gun. At least for this death, you don’t even feel it but you can only imagine how traumatizing this must have been for Armando.

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊

Waking with a deep gasp that feels as if it’s been punched into your chest, you jolt upwards.

“Whoa, you’re okay.” Armando’s voice is heard to the left of you, his hand rests on your thigh covered blanket.

Your eyes are wide while they connect with his dark ones.

A woman’s voice remarks next, “holy shit! You weren’t lying…and there’s no bullet wound, not even a scar.” Her thumb swipes over your forehead, which you slap away.

“Sorry.” She raised her hands in surrender, “I should introduce myself, I’m Kristi. Armando brought you here in hopes that you’d come back to life. He uh, proved me wrong about you being dead since apparently you were already dead?”

You flick your eyes back to Armando who takes hold of your hand and that’s when you notice they’re stained, “that’s right…”

A click of a gun is heard next, making all eyes turn to a dark skinned man in a blazer.

Not this again!

“Boyd! I don’t think that’s necessary.” Kristi tries to reason.

Boyd scoffs, “I think it is. Sure we get visitors but not ones like her. So you’re gonna tell me the truth and not what I want to fucking hear, are you one of those things because I’ve been waiting to trap one?”

Armando quickly moves to stand in front of the bed, blocking this Boyd guy’s view of you, “Even if she was whatever you’re accusing her to be, why would she tell the person that has a gun pointed at her?”

“That’s fair,” Boyd shrugs, “we just like to have some sort of answers in this fucked up town.”

“Join the club,” you laugh, “since I died, nothing has made much sense. And now I’m back alive or at least somewhat? In this place I’ve only had visions of?”

Boyd starts to lower his gun and shares a glance with the wavy haired woman, who introduced herself as: Kristi.

“…I think we have a lot to discuss before we let you two freely roam the town.”

Armando glances at you from over his shoulder as he speaks, “the town…is that the official name of this depressing looking place?”

“It’s easier to call it as such.” Kristi informs.

Armando realizes that you’re more connected than you let on.

“Sorry about this,” Boyd says as he cuffs Armando who’s confused, “we found some bodies that don’t belong here, along with a young boy who needs looking after, and it’s obvious you were all together and involved in some shit. So I’m going to have to separate you two while we get some more information.”

“Are you fucken serious?” Armando gruffs, “we’ll talk, we have nothing to hide but it seems like you dumbasses do.”

“Yeah alright, wise guy.” Boyd roughly turns Armando around, “I’ll be back before night falls to have a chat with you.” He explains as he shortly looks at you before turning to Kristi, “Make sure she doesn’t leave your sight.”

Armando snickers, “good luck with that, my amiga walks through walls for fun.”

Only that was something you understood, a small smile appearing on the corner of your lips as Boyd and Kristi share a frown, before Boyd leads Armando away from your sight.

“Don’t worry, Armando is in good hands with the sheriff.”

You snort, “that actually exists in this make believe place?”

Kristi pulls up a chair beside you, pulling her stethoscope from around her neck, “unfortunately this place isn’t just in your head.”

A growl rips through your stomach just as she’s scooting forward to listen to your heartbeat and breathing, “When’s the last time you’ve eaten?”

“Immortals don’t really get to eat. We just taste.” You answer.

Kristi nods and pushes back, disappearing behind a curtain for a moment before returning with a piece of a fruit, “Well try this for a change.”

You take the apple from her and wipe it against your sweater with slight laughter. Holding the red fruit towards the light, you bring it to your lips and take a bite. The crunch is almost as satisfying as its taste and your eyes close while you chew. “Honey crisp?”

“I…actually don’t know.” Kristi says, “Food has just gotten better around here…But something tells me I should trust your instincts.”

You smile and breathe in as Kristi places the tool against your chest before moving to your back.

“Tell me something…I have a feeling that your boyfriend—

“Save your breath if you’re trying to hint at shooting your shot at him.” You dismiss.

It’s Kristi’s turn to laugh, “oh no…um…just trying to make conversation. And my fiancée actually works here with me. She’s doing inventory but you’ll probably see her later since I’ll be hiking sometime tomorrow.”

You nod, “Hiking? Armando and I aren’t really hiking people. We grew up in Mexico City where rural wasn’t what we were really used to but he wanted to go to the apple orchard today.”

Kristi hums, “doing some good ol’ apple picking huh? Never would have guessed.” She finished with a laugh.

“Guess we can be full of surprises.”

Kristi sits back in the chair, “you can say that again…there’s no heartbeat when I listen to your chest but there’s a sound when I listen to your back.”

“A sound?” You press.

“Like…a whirling sound?”

You tilt your head to the side, which makes Kristi stand and hand you the end of the tool to place into your ears, raising one arm so the wire can travel underneath your arm, she stretches the stethoscope to place at your back.

“Breathe in for me.”

You do.

“Then out and listen,” Kristi continues to instruct.

Following through again, you exhale all the way out awaiting the sound. The whirling sound, that sounds like wind in a snowstorm. A force against the quiet that has no thudding like a normal heart would and it’s so eerie that you know Kristi can’t explain it either.

Taking another bite from the honeycrisp, you continue to listen while you breathe as you normally would and it’s still there every time you exhale. The season you left behind was autumn in a humid climate, you originally passed in late spring, and now as you got into the town and from what you can see from the window, winter was approaching.

Perhaps your heart was the timer for this town?

“Well…” you say around chewing, “either we’re going to be clueless for a while or I’m going to be answer to saving everybody’s lives. Let the party begin, chica!”

Kristi takes the medical device back and plops back down in the chair, offering a small smile. She didn’t know you yet or the guy you came here with but part of Kristi felt like maybe things will start to become a little bit clearer.

So she saved her breath and hoped.

How much more hope can someone have in a place like this?

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊

Back at the station, Boyd is pacing in front of the jail cell he’s holding Armando in.

Boyd summarized, “So you kill people for a living?”

“I did.” Armando’s monotone was off putting as he sat comfortably in the jail cell.

Boyd shakes his head and corrects, “you do. You stopped for a little bit because you had no other choice but then relapsed at the sake of your…your girlfriend? Wife? Fiancée?

“My family.” Armando rectifies while Boyd didn’t see the difference or really need the specifics.

“Are you some sort of serial killer?” Boyd quizzes, finding Armando demeanor to be too at ease.

“No. I’m many things but that.”

Boyd’s eyes are in slits as he spits out, “Are you unalive too because there’s no way you didn’t get injured while taking four people out?”

Armando raises his hand, “just more blood to scrub. The real person we should be worried about is her. I told you she was murdered in prison months ago and has been haunting me ever since. Now we get to some fucken fallen tree in the road and everybody but me can see her? That sound right to you, sheriff?”

Boyd laughs, “oh you’re gonna learn very quickly that nothing in this town is right.”

“She said she had visions of this place before in spurts.” Armando reveals with his elbows digging into his knees, “And how she never wanted to be here, how she feared that once I didn’t need to see her anymore this is exactly where she would end up. That some type of power was telling her this would be her eternity and I guess mine too if I didn’t get my shit together.”

“W-what does that mean? If you died? We’re not dead. She maybe but we’re not.”

“How do you know?”

“There’s gotta be missing signs of us. People looking for us. We’ve all been gone too long for there not to be.” Boyd mumbled to himself but Armando feels as if he isn’t too sure.

If that is the case, then that means Mike is probably losing his shit right about now.

Armando inhales and sits back, “looks like we got a lot to learn about each then, right sheriff? And I think the first person you actually want to start with…is her.”

Boyd doesn’t doubt that since Armando didn’t hold anything back. He quickly learned that the man was in his late twenties, had heavy resentment for both of his parents, especially the one he just learned was actually his parent and was now stuck working with him to pay for his crimes, which he’s been trained to basically be a killer with the friend beside him, and had no issue turning back into that person but was it worth it?

“Why do I feel like you’re about to throw her under the bus? If she’s family then why stab her in the back?”

Armando shrugs his shoulders, “It’s not stabbing when you do research and hold your cards close. I know what she is but I don’t know much about this place, only she does. Which is why I’m telling you, you need to let me out of this cage if you know what’s good for you.”

Boyd held Armando’s stare and it only took a few moments for him to believe a complete stranger, which is not something he usually did.

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊

When they get back to the clinic, they’re greeted at the door by Kristi who waves them in with a finger to her lips. A frown appears on Boyd’s face as he stops by the door while Armando pushes his way by. He stops at the doorway where a blonde reaches for his shoulder to stop him.

From where they stand, he can see you sleeping on your side. Apple rind fallen from your fingertips, as a white as snow singular wing is arched up and out from your shoulder.

“That’s new and I don’t get out much.” The blonde whispers from Armando’s left.

He folds his arms and turns to meet Boyd and Kristi’s eyes with raised brows.

‘Told you so,’ is written all over his face as he moved to step into the room but the blonde, who touched him again tries to get him not to move any further.

He looks at her hand and then at her face.

She suggests, “I think we should give her some space. Until she’s alert and we see how she reacts, if it’s still out.”

“Marielle’s right, That’s not a bad idea.” Kristi observes.

Armando shrugs Marielle’s hand from him, “how long has she been like that? She normally doesn’t sleep…because she can’t.”

“Not long.” Kristi tells as she glanced at Boyd whose face held complete stress, “Maybe we should get Kenny down here or even Sara?”

Boyd immediately shakes his head, “No to Kenny. We don’t need to bother him right now, we can handle it.”

“You don’t know that, sheriff.” Armando disagrees with a humorless laugh.

“Well, thanks for your load of fucking confidence, Armando.”

“I’m just saying.” Armando leans against the doorway, eyeing you again while crossing one leg over the other, “we…mainly her might have just changed the entire game.”

Boyd clenched his fist and stalked out of the clinic to swing at the air and let out a string of curse words.

Armando rolls his head to look at the two women who peer at the direction where the sheriff walked off too. It was so quiet over here that everyone heard his frustrations.

“Is he always like that? And he’s a sheriff? You might need to check his blood pressure.” Armando mentions while Marielle shakes her head at him and Kristi rolls her eyes.

“You’re strangely calm about this, guy with the bloody hands. You should clean that up by the way.” Marielle says.

Armando unfolds his hands to look at the stains and moves into the main area in search of a sink. “Someone’s got to learn how to not lose their shit and I have a hunch that it’s not that many people around here.”

Kristi defends Boyd, “Okay Mr. Calm, we’ll see how long that lasts once you see what the night brings.”

Armando gives a wicked smile to the two women as he shakes out his damp hands, “I’ve seen plenty in my twenty-eight years and I’ve never been afraid of the dark.”

And with that he moves, despite Marielle’s protest, to sit right beside you, almost keeping guard of you this time around.

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧

Continue with my October anthology prompts here.

#Spotify #armando aretas #Armando Aretas x reader #October prompts #spooky prompts #bad boys ride or die #bad boys for life #bad boys #from epix #from mgm #boyd stevens #kristi miller #Marielle Sinclair #queued

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parkkiablah · 1 year ago

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The 'Welcome Home'-Kiss (Dammon x Reader)

(I hope you enjoy reading! 🧡)

You really shouldn't be complaining about Dammon.

He is caring, he helps whenever he can, gives the best hugs and his kisses make your knees go weak.

Usually he even picked up the tiniest changes in your mood, asking what was wrong and how he could cheer you up. He usually noticed when you had a bad day at work or when you got a cold just when he looked at you.

Yet it felt like the last week something changed and you weren't sure what to do. You didn't want to complain about it either, he loved his work and you are happy he got his own forge, too.

You questioned if you did something wrong, but you just couldn't figure out what it was.

He left for work in the morning before you got up, gave you a short kiss when you saw him at his forge when leaving for your own job and when you came back from work it was the same, he was working, gave you a quick kiss and maybe you even got a few mins to talk until one of his clients interrupted you.

You made dinner, hoping he would join you, but lately most of the times you called him inside to eat, he said he would be there in a few minutes while you sat in front of your food waiting.

When some time had passed, your food was cold and your mood as shitty as it could possibly be. Your mind wandered on the possible reasons he was acting strange lately but you just couldn't figure it out.

You felt like your relationship is slipping away from you and you knew you had to speak to him about it, not knowing when to even start that conversation as you barely saw him at home and you didn't want to bother him while he was working.

Tears filled your eyes, while you sat on your bed.

Falling back into bed it smelled like him and you couldn't help hugging his blanket. You felt disconnected from him and lying there with his scent on the fabric felt like he was close to you again.

Tears were falling from your eyes and your quiet sobs filled the room with your mind not able to process your mixed emotions. Your sobs echoing from the walls and made the room feel even more empty.

One moment you were the happiest couple while suddenly you spent the days eating alone while staring at the empty chair in front of you and crying yourself to sleep.

You didn't notice the moment your sobbing stopped when you fell asleep, you just woke up when you heard the door close and Dammon's footsteps coming closer.

He tried to be as quiet as possible as he wasn't trying to wake you up, but he saw the light of the candles in your bedroom were still lit, which wasn't usually the case when you already slept.

"Sorry, I know I am late again, but I am finally done with-.. What happened?", he said.

His eyes were wide when he saw your swollen face. The fabric that your face was on just a moment ago still wet from all your tears it carried, your cheeks red from all the crying.

He came a few steps closer, eyes searching your body in case you were hurt.

"It's nothing, I just.. did I do something wrong?", you quietly stuttered, looking at the floor and trying to hide away from his stare. You felt miserable and you needed to know what happened between the two of you.

"What? No.. No, you didn't do anything wrong. You are amazing as usual.", he replied.

"Why do you barely talk to me then? I know you have a lot of work, but it feels like you are avoiding me.", you whispered, unable to speak up as you were too scared of your time together to end.

"I-.. Shit.", he said and he sat down next to you on the bed. "I am not avoiding you. I tried to get as much work as possible done because I wanted to take next week off to surprise you. I planned a vacation for us. Guess I didn't do such a great job on the surprise part of it. I am so sorry."

"Oh...", you replied, taking a short moment to process what he said. "Gods, I feel so dumb now. I thought you stopped loving me while actually you planned a surprise for me. I'm sorry."

"Don't be, I did a bad job on making you feel loved this week. I should've planned ahead some more to not do twice of the work I usually do each day. Seriously, I was too focused to even notice you feeling that way."

All the worries were falling off of you and your mind finally cleared from all the horrible thoughts.

You should've known. Not about the surprise but about the fact you didn't do something wrong. Dammon wasn't the type of person to ignore you on purpose when something happened, he would have adressed it the same day and talked it out.

"Can you hug me, please?", you asked him quietly.

He just smiled and basically threw himself on you. He rolled over to pull you on top of him while he was holding you as close as he could.

You had missed how his hugs felt like, the warmth of his skin, the scent of his work at the forge still clinging to his clothes and his arms around you pulling you close while being careful not to embrace you too tight.

These hugs were instantly calming you, all the tears forgotten by simply being close to him. The possibility of him leaving you was gone and both of you were close together again.

"I missed having you close to me. It was such a dumb idea to try get double the work done, I really missed out on this.", he said, his lips pressing against your forehead and you lifted your head off his chest to look into his eyes.

"It was dumb of me too, to not jump on your back while you were working and demand some time together.", you said and a quiet chuckle left your mouth.

"If I ever act stupid again, please do. I even ignored your attempt to lure me inside with food."

"Did you even eat anything today?", you asked him, ready to scold him if he didn't.

"Uhm...does a slice of bread as breakfast count?"

"Nope.", you said and wiggled out of his embrace and stood up. "I'll heat up your food."

"Wait!"

He quickly caugth your wrist and pulled you back. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and you found yourself standing in between his legs, his arms pulling you close by your waist and holding you there while he looked up at you.

"There's two important things before I am physically able to get up."

"Okay, go ahead.", you said. Your hands were on his shoulders, resting there and waiting for him to speak.

"First: I love you.", he said. His eyes locked with yours and you knew he meant every word.

"I love you, too.", you whispered. Your hands were on his cheeks, thumbs slowly caressing his skin. "And the second one?"

"The second one is the fact, that I still didn't get a 'welcome home'-kiss and I demand that right now.", he said, trying to keep his face in a frown while you noticed the corner of his lips turning upwards just slightly. You knew he was hiding a smile behind that frown.

"Oh, I am terribly sorry, let me make up for that."

You leaned down to softly press your lips against his and you felt his arms pull you even closer to him, while his lips gently moved against yours.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #dammon #dammon bg3 #dammon x reader #dammon x tav

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getvalentined · 29 days ago

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i want to ask you all of them is that allowed? ALL OF THEM

exercising great restraint, i limited myself to most of them

❤: Which character do you think is the most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?

🧡: What is a popular (serious) theory you disagree with?

💛: What is a popular ship you just can't get behind, and why?

💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

🤍: Which character is not as morally bad as everyone else seems to think?

🖤: Which character is not as morally good as everyone else seems to think?

💖: What is your biggest unpopular opinion about the series?

💔: If you had to remove one major character from the series, who would you choose?

💕: What is an unpopular ship that you like?

[ Unpopular Opinion Ask Game ]

I will be putting most of these behind a cut so as not to stretch anyone's dash, but I'll take 'em all!

❤️ · Which character do you think is the most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?

Honestly there are so many characters who are grossly mischaracterized by fandom that this is hard to say. I'm going to go with the most popular and most mischaracterized, which is Sephiroth.

This man all but asks permission to have opinions in CC:

Sephiroth: I would prefer not to believe it, but… Zack: Then don't believe it. Sephiroth: Very well, I won't.

He also seeks permission to leave the company:

Sephiroth: […] Depending on what happens, I may abandon Shinra. Zack: [says nothing, but looks at Sephiroth with obvious trepidation, clearly uncomfortable with the option] Sephiroth: …Until then, I'll remain loyal to SOLDIER.

When Zack doesn't respond affirmatively, Sephiroth drops the prospect of leaving and never brings it up again.

This man is not socially confident, nor is he remotely dominant in his behavior. He's not eloquent or debonair, he's quiet and awkward and has been brought up in such a way that he's all but incapable of making decisions for himself. We can very easily blame Hojo for this, controlling and demanding as he is, but for some reason the fandom portrays pre-Nibelheim Sephiroth as some sort of Daddy Dom sex god in spite of the fact that he almost certainly died a virgin.

🧡 · What is a popular (serious) theory you disagree with?

Where do I even start? President Shinra is not Cloud's father. Glenn is also not Cloud's father. The identity of Cloud's father doesn't matter at all, actually! Hojo did not sexually assault Lucrecia to produce Sephiroth. Vincent did not "abandon Sephiroth" to Hojo. Gast was not a good person. Just because the Cetra may actually have been self-important pieces of shit as a culture does not mean Jenova is secretly good. Sephiroth was not born in 1984. This is all extremely stupid.

💛 · What is a popular ship you just can't get behind, and why?

Censored to keep it out of searches, the two that I avoid like the plague are Va|enwind and AG$ZC.

The first because it really bothers me that C!d is canonically abusive toward Shera for half a decade, still manages to get his act together enough that they get married post-Meteorfall, and then Va|enwind shippers straight up act like she either doesn't exist or like she somehow deserved the way he treated her. I've literally discussed this with people and had them assert that nobody likes Shera anyway so it doesn't matter how he treated her, she's "barely relevant to his character" and "easy to ignore." Multiple people have told me that she'll probably be removed from the FF7R series altogether because she just doesn't matter.

I mean, Shera is in the OG, in OTWTAS, and it's revealed that C!d named his new airship after her in AC, and she's mentioned multiple times in Dirge, but sure! Not important at all! The dev team didn't even cut Johnny but they'll absolutely cut C!D'S FUCKING WIFE because she makes him look bad and gets in the way of a popular noncanon ship! That's definitely how this works!

I don't like the Big Polycule because I don't think the character dynamics actually work all together, and most people who write it do so in such a way that everyone seems to be in high school for some reason. Like working for Shinra is the same as high school? As someone who has worked in a corporate setting as an adult, and has family who have been in the military and law enforcement, I find this whole trope to be really strange and it puts me right off.

Further, even if we ignore the canon that Cloud wasn't even on active duty until after both Genesis and Angeal had defected, hadn't even seen either of them in person until Modeoheim (where Zack held Genesis back so Cloud could pursue Hollander and then Angeal beat the shit out of the poor kid to stop said pursuit), and didn't meet Sephiroth until the Nibelheim mission, there's still a lot about it that grinds my gears. This is not shade toward people who don't care about this kind of thing, but I'm personally uncomfortable with the concept of two teenagers (Cloud is 14-16 and Zack is 16-18 prior to Nibelheim) being in a sexual relationship with three adult men who are up to 10 years older and in positions of power over them, particularly how this is always treated in-story like a great thing that is no big deal. If that power dynamic were ever played with or discussed in any way it might be different—I can appreciate some dangerous or unhealthy relationship dynamics in fiction—but I've literally never seen a Big Polycule shipper address it at all. Between that and the characterization mismatch, it just rankles me really bad. (Also, while I'm not particularly squicked out by the fact that Genesis and Angeal are canonically related, I feel like they had some issues with that, and it would definitely fuck up the sexual dynamic there.)

💚 · What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

You already talked about how Vincent is fucking hilarious, and I've talked about it myself in the past, so I won't soapbox about that. Honestly I think that's secondary to the thing that I feel everyone gets the most wrong about Vincent, which is that he's no longer in love with Lucrecia postcanon.

His entire character arc over the course of the series, from BC to Dirge, is him learning that he was wrong about her, she made mistakes, it's her fault he's so fucked up to begin with, and then forgiving her for it. It's him setting aside his idea of her and seeing who she really was, looking past the brilliance of which he speaks so fondly to see the mistakes that only he is still "alive" to pay for—and in doing so, reaching an understanding so deep that he's willing to give her the absolution and release that no force on Gaia can offer to him.

He thanks her for saving him, because he understands that's what she was trying to do, and he is grateful that even if she was never in love with him (which she wasn't) she did love him enough to do that. He's grateful that she loved him enough to throw away years of her life in the attempt to save him, just like he lost his entire life in his attempt to save her. They're foils of each other, but they're over. At the end of Dirge, he thanks her and he leaves, walking into the light for the first time in decades, free of the self-loathing he'd been burdened with by his misunderstanding of Lucrecia.

I think it's a beautiful, bittersweet story, but Vincent's ability to move forward afterward makes it more sweet than bitter. By portraying Vincent as still every bit as obsessive and love-blind as he was up until the events of Dirge, folks do a huge disservice to his character arc. I don't think it's impossible for him to fall for her again postcanon, if she somehow returned to the world of the living (which she won't, she's very clear that the majority of her spirit has been eroded by that point and there's no way she could come back), but it wouldn't be the same relationship. He still loves her, I have no doubt of that, but he's not in love with her anymore. That's the whole point of his character arc. It's only way he can be free, and he deserves it.

🤍 · Which character is not as morally bad as everyone else seems to think?

Genesis. Genesis Genesis Genesis. I'm not gonna wax on too much here because I already have a fucking manifesto so I won't go into too much here, but Genesis is only the antagonist of CC because Zack is with Shinra, he's not the looming, manipulative liar that people portray him as in the slightest. He doesn't actually lie, like, at all. That's the problem. He is so brutally honest it ruins his relationships with literally everyone he's ever loved, because he can't fathom someone not wanting to know the truth. That's not a moral failing, that's a misunderstanding of emotional processing—because he's autistic as hell and nobody ever wants to talk about it.

He's described by Gackt himself as being "a sweetheart," the way he dresses indicates that he's used to fighting in very close-quarters while everyone else aims to keep as much distance as possible, he constantly puts himself down while elevating his loved ones, and he's not the one responsible for the accident that ruined everything.

And yet. Somehow. Bad guy forever. Okay.

🖤 · Which character is not as morally good as everyone else seems to think?

Angeal. I have a tag for this. 'Nough said.

💖 · What is your biggest unpopular opinion about the series?

The "official timeline" provided by the multiple contradictory Ultimanias is wrong. This is proven by the actual source material, but god forbid you try to make people do basic fucking math.

Oh also Rebirth's ending was phenomenal and I'm sorry that it didn't go how people wanted it to go, but it's still exactly what it should have been for this point in the story. Sorry.

💔 · If you had to remove one major character from the series, who would you choose?

This is...difficult. Almost all the major characters in the series are integral to the story in some capacity, so removing any of them would make it something else altogether. Yuffie could be removed from the OG without affecting the plot, but she couldn't be scrapped from later titles, so that's out. The main party member I'd be most personally invested in removing would be C!d because his backstory is very triggering to me as a survivor of domestic abuse, but that would break the story. I dunno how to answer this one—just because the character isn't integral in every title or I don't like them doesn't mean they should be removed. The series I love wouldn't be the same without them. I think they can all stay.

💕 · What is an unpopular ship that you like?

I am a load-bearing pylon in the Tseeve tag, which I think is a travesty, but folks wanna pair Tseng with his shitty boss instead so it is what it is.

#nashi has an opinion #I am not tagging ANY character in this #to keep it out of the tags #because I am VERY MEAN here #fandom ramble #fandom vent #ask game #unpopular opinion ask game

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alexwritingspot · 1 year ago

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Hey! Could you do 7, if available, Jason Grace×Y/N fem?

Jealousy

an heated argument with your best friend leads the two of you to confess your feeling for each other.

Prompt 7: “Wait- are you jealous?”

warnings: argument maybe? Nothing else

pairing: Jason Grace x fem!reader

word count: 900

A/n: hi lovely! Sorry if I let you wait for a bit but in the begging I didn’t know what to write! Still hope you’ll like what you’re about to read! 🧡

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It had been a month since Jason had broke up with Piper- on the contrary, it had been Piper to break up with Jason, because with all the Hera thing she didn’t feel like what they had was real. And in the start Jason was okay with it, he started working on his project about giving every god their own temple in New Rome and add new cabins to camp Half-blood and things were actually going smooth for once.

You and Jason had became friends after he arrived at camp, you had helped him with a thing he had to do since you were the daughter of g/p and you could have easily gave him a hand.

That’s how your friendship started. However as time passed by you found yourself catching feelings for the handsome blonde, and as much as you tried to push them away, they kept coming back, each time seeming even stronger than before.

But you had no intention in ruining the relationship you had build up with Jason in all those months, and if hiding your crush from the son of Jupiter was the price to pay to be close to him as his best friend, then you would have done it.

But this time… it had all started when you started noticing that if someone named Piper he would immediately turn his head their way. Or how he avoided looking you in the eyes after realising she wasn’t there and he had turned as a fool to her name.

You weren’t a jealous person. Okay- maybe you were, but Jason made you feel things you didn’t like. And so here you were, in an argument with him after responding back with a sarcastic comment about him and Piper.

“What is it with you today?!” He asked, you were in the Zeus cabin, at camp Half-Blood. “I’m not the one acting strange” you pointed out, he retorted back “yes, yes you are y/n. I don’t understand why every time someone talks about Piper you flare up!” There was crystal clear distress in his voice, he stood up and rubbed his forehead, you had never fought before.

“And I don’t understand why you still care so much about her! She broke up with you!” Your words weren’t mean to hurt, but they did anyway, Jason looked you in the eyes with a pained expression “Y/n, she is still my friend” he says, his tone more subtle than before. “Yes, and I am too Jason, but I’m here, not her, I’m here to support you, it’s me that makes you laugh every day, am I not? I just don’t get it” you say, shaking your head and letting out a bitter laugh, those words tasted wrong in your mouth.

he took a step closer, then another “Why are you acting like this?” He asked, he was still angry, but he tried to suppress his emotions, you could tell by simply looking in his sky blue eyes.

“Because it’s always about Piper!” You explain, making him flinch a little “Y/n-“ you cut him off before he can continue “no, don’t y/n me” you looked him in the eyes, were they glassy? Jason couldn’t take it anymore. He approached you and hugged you “I know that something is bothering you okay? And I honestly don’t know why Piper matter so much in our friendship, but I love you, okay?” Those words made your heart flutter “you don’t mean it” you said in his chest, he didn’t mean it, at least not in the way you wanted him to.

He looked down at you with a perplexed look “What do you mean? Of course I mean it, you’re my best friend” you looked away “no… you loved Piper, you don’t love me” you said, making yourself as small as possible in his embrace. As your words settled in a look of shock and realisation hit Jason’s face like a train “Wait- are you jealous?” He asked you. You didn’t answer, you forced yourself to avoid his gaze, looking in the other way, not daring to say a word. “Y/n” he called out “Y/n look at me” he gently moved your face by your chin, his hands felt safe. “Answer me. Are you jealous?” His voice was now soft, as if he was talking with a child “does it matter?” You asked him, finally looking him in the eyes, trying to ignore the closeness of your faces or how he held you tight.

“Yes, it does matter, now answer me… please” you simply nodded, looking away again “I am, and I know I shouldn’t be but-“ Jason places a finger to your lips gently “I like you too” and before your brain could even register his words he kissed you, his kiss firm, but it wasn’t a passionate kiss, it was a tender one, the type to show all the love and the care a person could feel.

There you were, kissing Jason Grace; hero of Olympus and son of Jupiter, and he liked you. Not as only his annoying best friend, but as the girl he had a crush on. You stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, until he pulled away and connected your foreheads. “No one else matters, it’s just me and you” and you knew now that things were never going to be the same…

A/n: Sorry again for taking so long! Hope you liked it, feel free to request anything! 🧡

#Pjo x reader #pjo #percy Jackson #Jason Grace #Jason Grace x reader #percy Jackson x reader #Leo Valdez x reader #piper McLean x reader #Pjoverse #hoo #toa #heros of Olympus #annabeth chase x reader #camp half blood #camp jupiter #X reader

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sunsetsandsunshine · 10 months ago

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~ 𝚃𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 ~

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙸𝙼 𝚂𝙾𝙱𝙱𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙶𝙶𝙶𝙶. 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝙱&𝙹 𝚍𝚞𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚃𝙼𝙽𝚃 𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚠— 𝙸’𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚞𝚘’𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚌 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚟𝚋𝚏𝚋𝚏𝚑𝚍𝚓𝚓 𝙸 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙿𝙱&𝙹 ✊🏾🥲…𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙…˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟸,𝟻𝟷𝟸

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛. (𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝? 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝 = 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 = 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜/𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙? 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝, 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝).

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: @shut-up-jo @someone1348 @itzsana-kiddingmenow

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𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝟷𝟶𝟷% 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 <𝟹

𝚃𝚆: 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑𝚑𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚒𝚝!!!

̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙻𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜…𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 /𝚛𝚎𝚏˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

Alright. Hear Mikey out on this one, okay? Because in all honesty, this was originally a fire plan. A lit plan. Some might say that the fire from the plan was sooooo hot it was practically blazing due to the fact of how awesome it was.

…okay. Well perhaps maybe people don’t say that exact term but they definitely should!

Anyways, it started off as a pretty chill day for the orange banded teen. I mean, it was Summer for crying out loud! These next few months were supposed to be absolutely nothing but pure chillness.

If your Summer isn’t even a bit chill in the slightest, then you’re doing something totally wrong.

Daylight savings was over, school was over and most importantly…homework was over! (Besides the fact that Mikey and his brother’s are forced to do dumb reading reports over the break because the school system dumb)…But other than that, Michelangelo was basically free! Free as a bird.

And so, like any sane studious kid that has been in High school for about a year…Mikey has been doing something he hasn’t done in a while since school started…

…Absolutely nothing.

He’s been spending the past week or two playing Roblox on his IPad while eating Doritos mixed with Skittles.

Look, don’t even judge until you try, it’s actually pretty good!

But anyways, as Mikey was playing Flee the Facility, he randomly came to terms with the fact that he needed to steal some of his brother’s clothes for today…

Random thought, I know.

The youngest has (and always will) politely take his brother’s clothes during the Summer— preferably hoodies and/or shirts. It’s basically a forced hand-me-down/Yard sale the youngest turtle always looks forward to. And today marked the 29th of June— 8 days from June 22nd.

And if you’re unfamiliar, the 22nd of June marked the official end of Spring and official start of Summer! So the smallest turtle’s annual raid of his elder brother’s clothes was loooooong overdue.

Last Summer, Mikey took Raph’s Detroit Become Human t-shirt, his WWE shirt, one of his polos and one of his The Walking Dead t-shirts (Raph had a TON).

And the Summer before that, Mikey took Leo’s Squidward hoodie. And…yeah. That was basically it— the eldest was a pretty bland guy and there was really nothing worth taking from his wardrobe.

So if you did your Math correctly, you would realize that this year it was Donnie’s turn. And so that’s what the youngest of the turtle teens was planning…

How the absolute hell could he take some of his immediate older brother’s clothes without taking ALL of them?

Because believe it or not, the nerdy turtle of the group had a pretty good fashion taste and sense. His style was simple but not too bland or standout-ish. Donnie’s style was just a simple array of sweatshirts— a piece of clothing the smallest turtle could never EVER have too much of.

But the tech-y turtle of the family definitely did. Just looking at his side of the shared bedroom, you could see sweatshirts and hoodies galore just scattered everywhere.

The orange banded mutant looked through the sweatshirts and hoodies, trying to figure out which one he should now claim as his own.

A Sailor Moon hoodie? Too bright.

An MHA sweatshirt? Too basic.

An Attack on Titan hoodie? Too edgy.

The youngest sighed in frustration, digging through his brother’s mountain of clothes before settling on a nice black hoodie with Gojo Satoru on it.

…what? Gojo Satoru was cool! Even though the orange banded turtle had only seen him in TikTok edits…those edit’s were pretty fire.

Just like his plan of taking his brother’s anime merch because he simply just could.

The orange banded teen looked at himself in the mirror right next to Donnie’s tent, humming the popular yet overused tune that Gojo is associated with to himself, trying (and failing) to do the popular dance.

“Ugh…how did Donnie do it again…?” The chocolate eyed teen inquired, attempting to do the dance one last time before lightly falling on his shell; the other sweatshirts and hoodies breaking his fall.

“Dude…” A voice giggled behind him.

Mikey’s eyes widened at the sudden but familiar voice, glancing upwards to lock eyes with the one and only Donatello, peering down at him and smirking.

“DONNIE!” Mikey shouted in surprise, getting up and whirling around so that he faced his immediate older brother as he tried to look as casual as possible, “Donatello! Dee! Don-bon…what’s…up…?” The youngest grimaced, sending awkward finger-guns as the hood to the hoodie fell down, completely covering his eyes due to how big it was on him.

The elder snickered, putting a hand over his mouth as he tried to stifle them a little. “Oh shut up…” Mikey huffed, taking the hood off as the other turtle chuckled in amusement again, going to his younger brother and standing right next to him.

“My sweatshirt literally engulfs you.” The turtle that wielded glasses chuckled soflty which only caused the youngest to roll his eyes annoyed at the entire situation. “Shut. Up.” He pouted, crossing his arms as he glared at his older brother, “It looks good on me!”

“It swallows you…” The other said back.

“I’LL SWALLOW YOU!” Mikey retorted, turning away from his brother angrily.

The purple loving teen sighed fondly and laughed slightly at the automatic retort, raising a teasing brow at his younger brother, “Are you attempting at trying to look like me~?”

The orange banded turtle blushed profusely, glaring at the other turtle’s question, “HELL NO.”

“Thehen why do you hahave the hoodie I wear literally everywhere? You know damn well Gojo is my go-to anime character of all time.”

Michelangelo grumbled, looking to the side of him as he swayed his arms at his sides. Okay…well, perhaps out of context it did seem like he was trying to look like Donnie. But he wasn’t. He wasn’t.

The only reason why the youngest “steals” clothes from his brother’s is because…well, he can and it’s easy. And it’s just…sorta comforting in a way. Not the stealing part…but…

Look— it’s dumb and confusing don’t think about it too much.

The elder teen huffed out a small laugh, “Why did you choose my Gojo Satoru hoodie of all things, though?”

“…I keep seeing him on TikTok and he’s the only anime character that hasn’t made me cry out of cringe in a way...”

“Ooookay. Good for you, bud.” Donnie nodded, putting his hand out “Now give it here. Me and the TMLBANOT21stC are meeting later today to have a JJK meeting.”

The chocolate eyed turtle blinked, “Your going to…what…?”

“My club stands for The Most Logical, Big-minded, Anime Nerds of the 21st century. Duh.” The honey brown eyed mutant said sassily, “Now give me back my hoodie or I’ll be late!”

Mikey blinked once more, a small cheeky smile plastering on his face, “And what if I don’t want to?”

“Michaelangelo—“

And with that, the smallest turtle ran out of the shared room, moving his legs as fast as he could that the other in the room just saw an orange and green blur sprint past him.

“MIKEY!!!” Donnie howled angrily, running out of the room to catch up with him. The second youngest bumped in between the two eldest turtles, quickly apologizing to them as he ran after the youngest.

The leader in blue scratched his head confused, “Should we…?”

“Nah.” Raph commented.

Donnie was internally groaning. If he couldn’t get his hoodie back from his brother in the next 10 minutes he would be late to his own club.

Imagine that.

…Exactly! You can’t.

The second youngest looked around the living room, trying to figure out just where his little brother was. In the last couple of years, the honey brown teen didn’t really mind the youngest taking some of his clothes (even if Donnie would’ve preferred him just normally asking).

But Donnie needed this hoodie. More than anything and one way or another he would get it.

Suddenly…an idea popped into the geniuses brain, smirking widely as he leaned on the wall. He closed the door without stepping outside of the kitchen, still in the room to make it seem like he left. The youngest peeked from behind the couch, him and his brother making immediate eye contact.

Ha. Got em.

The anime loving turtle basically lunged at the smaller turtle, sitting on top of him as the other tried to squirm away. “I GOT YOU, YOU LITTLE TURD!” The purple cladded teen smirked triumphantly, crossing his arms and watching amusedly as his little brother tried to escape.

“Just give me back my hoodie, man. You’re making it seem like I’m asking you for your liver.”

“YOU DID ONCE!!!”

“That was for a Bio experiment.” The elder corrected almost immediately, “But that’s not the point just— UGH! Give me my dang hoodie!!!”

“NO!!!”

The purple banded turtle glared, uncrossing his arms as he wiggled his fingers in the air, “Wanna do this the hard way? Because we can do the hard way, little brother…”

The brown eyed mutant paled, shaking his head back and forth at the question. Well…this didn’t go exactly as planned.

Donnie just scoffed, his hands immediately going for the other’s underarms but Mikey put his arms down, sputtery giggles escaping his mouth as he did so. “P-Plehease! Deehee!”

“Don’t 'plehease Deehee' me! Give back me back my JJK hoodie!”

“BuHUT—“

The elder turtle lost his patience, effortlessly raising the other’s arms as he scribbled his free hand’s fingers all over his underarms. The smallest turtle squawked, falling into loud giggles. He kicked his legs underneath his older brother, “DOHOHON— NOHO!”

“Someone is sensitive here!” Donnie mused.

“STAHAP— I AHAM NAHAT!!”

“You’re not? Not what~? Ticklish~?” The anime loving turtle asked, his smiled widening as he saw how flustered his baby brother was getting. “STAHA— STAHA-! DEEHEE!” Mikey shrieked, “NOHO TEEHEEASING!”

The glasses wielding teen gasped dramatically, “No teasing? You take my hoodie and now you’re telling me what to do?”

“NONONONO WAH— *squeal* WAHAHAIT!!!”

The tech whiz wasted no time prodding his thumbs on the youngest hips. The brown eyed teen squealed loudly, hugging his middles and just not even trying to stop Donnie’s hands at this point.

The last time he attempted to, his immediate older brother spent the next half an hour scribbling the orange banded teen’s palms…

That was hell in itself and Mikey was not trying to relive that again if he could help it.

“Awe…does this tiiiickle? Is this tickling you~? Maybe that’s cuz you’re reeeaally ticklish here…”

“IHI— *squeal* QUIHIHIET!” Michelangelo demanded loudly.

Donnie smiled at the weak retort, kneading the other’s hips harder, “What happened to all that smugness, hm? Where’d it all go, little guy~? Do I have you in a giggly puddle because your tickle tickle ticklish and I’m tickle tickle tickling you~?”

“STAHAHAP *squeal* SAHAHAYING *squeal* THAHAT, AHAHASHOLE!!!”

“Stop saying what~? Tickle? Ticklish—?”

The orange banded teen squealed loudly once more, accidentally cutting his brother off with his teasing. The glasses wielding teen couldn’t help but laugh softly at it, “Awe…look at my baby brother…” Donnie cooed.

“NAHAHAHA!” The youngest threw his head back in loud laughter as Donnie now tickled the sides of his shell. Mikey arched his back, trying to buck his older brother off of him but Donnie held on easily, continuing to tickle him.

“PLEHEASE! PLEHEHEASE!!!”

“'Plehease'? Please what~?”

“JUHUST *squeal* NAHAT *hic* THE SHEHELL!” Mikey despretley cried, turning to his side as other small hiccups followed as the end of the hoodie went up a bit, revealing some of his plastron.

The honey brown eyed turtle giggled at the perfectly played out action, “Oh…would you look at that~!” He mused, “Last chance to give me back my hoodie, bro.”

The smaller turtle’s eyes widened in realization, looking up at his brother from the corner of his eye, “Yohou *hic* wohohoudn’t…!”

“Oho wouldn’t I~?” Donnie grinned, gently holding Mikey’s waist and blowing multiple upon multiple raspberries on his stomach whilst scribbling his nails on his sides. “DAHAH— *squeal* DAHANNIE!” Mikey cried.

“Jeez…your mega ticklish here, huh?”

“SHUHUT— GEHET— PLEHEHEASE!!!” The brown eyed teen rambled through his laughs, shaking his head.

“Why— would— I???” The tech whiz mocked playfully, now blowing raspberries on his little brother’s neck and scribbling his fingers all over his stomach. “NAHAHAT THEHERE!! BROHOHO COHOME OHAHAN!!” The youngest squealed and squeaked.

Donatello smirked, ceasing his 100% justified attack for a second, “You saying 'nahahat thehere' is genuinely so funny, Mikes. Like, I was going to tickle you here regardless but, hey! Thanks for confirming how badly it tickles for you.”

He resumed his tickling onslaught on his younger brother, the younger brother in question basically falling limp due to how hard he was laughing. The only body parts that were really fighting for his life right now were his legs, that still did not cease desperately kicking the floor.

The purple banded turtle now started lightly giving ticklish nibbles on his younger brother’s neck as his light scribbles on the smaller turtle’s sides became quick and fast squeezes. “Om nom nom! Hm…you taste like…giggles! And ticklishness~! My favorite food combo!” The elder teased.

“DEEHEE DEEHEEHEE?! WHAT DOHOES THAHAT EHEHEVEN MEEHEEAN?!?!” Mikey cried desperately, his voice sounding like a tea kettle brewing because of how squeaky and high pitched it was.

“Awe…you haven’t used that nickname for me in ages~! It must tickle that bad, huh?” The glasses wielding turtle cooed.

“IHI *hic* CAHAN’T!”

“You can’t~? Can’t what~?”

“IHIT— *hic* NAHAHAH!” Mikey silently wheezed, throwing his head back as he shut his eyes tight. “Is someone giving me the silent treatment?” Donnie snickered, “Pfft— get it? Cuz you’re laughing silently~? Eh? Eh?”

Okay, even if Mikey was the comedian of the family, he would’ve admitted that was a pretty solid joke if he wasn’t getting slaughtered right now. “FIHINE FIHINE *hic* HAHAVE *hic* IHIHIT BAHACK!!! TAHAKE IHIHIT!! PLEHEASE *hic* JUHUST STAHAHAP *squeal* I’M GOHONNA *squeal* DIHIHIE!!!”

“That would be kiiiiiiiinda funny making your grave honestly.” The tech loving teen smugly said, “Michelangelo Hamato. Reason of death? Being too freaking ticklish.”

“DEEHEEHEE!!!” The youngest cried. Donnie stopped, getting up and laying next to his brother, wrapping him in a side hug which the smaller turtle immediately melted to. “May I plehease hahave my hoodie back?”

“Ihi juhust sahaid yehehehes!” The orange banded teen groaned, literally throwing the hoodie at his immediate older brother. The anime loving teen smiled, putting on the hoodie as he grinned in triumph. “For real real. I feel like new...” He said to himself proudly.

And if the youngest knew his brother (which he did), that was probably a quote that that Gojo fellow has said.

“Oh! And by the way, little bro. My club doesn’t have a meet up today. It’s tomorrow.” Donnie snickered, walking away and leaving Mikey left in complete and utter awe.

That freaking asshole.

Okay, well now Mikey’s definitely taking that MHA hoodie next year.

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

#Lee!Mikey #Ler!Donnie #Mutant Mayhem tickle #Mutant Mayhem tickle ficlet #Kinda sorta maaaaybe projected unto Mikey here 🫥…just a TAD #When I was little I would steal my older siblings stuff— not bc like— I liked STEALING it (not tryna play into the stereotypes yo 🤧🙂‍↔️😓)#But bc it was THERE’S if that makes sense #I wasn’t jealous of it OR them #But just knowing that it was my sibling’s stuff was just…comforting in a way ig???#Also the palm tickle thing is inspired by someone…#COUGH COUGH YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE 😒👍🏾#I’m sorry if it seems as if this fic is choppy or rushed—#I just realized I’ve had this as a WIP since MARCH #So uhm uh yeahhh #Mutant Mayhem tickle fic #Mutant Mayhem tickle fanfiction #Also with the Gojo stuff I have NOT watched JJK yet 🤧😭#So the quote might jot be right I just looked it up ncbhdndmssk #Also I just created Don’s club name just cuz 🕺🏾#He seems like he would be a club head idk #He seems like club material 😌✨💕#Love them— the sillies 🥹☺️#NO MORE PB&J DUO FOR A WHILE THO OMLLLL #I’ve been doing them non-stop its INSANE #I did give Leo and Raph some cameo tho 😭😭😭…so there’s that mcbhhdjksks #I am starting to get better at writing ficlet’s tho :3 #EEEEE #💜🧡#And lastly you canNOT BLAME ME FOR THE SPIDEY REFRENCE 🕷️🕸️#ITS ICONIC

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stardustloserdoll · 1 year ago

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Hi!

Can you do A Tom Kaulitz angst?

Thanks🧡🧡

yesss i can!

the other

"georg stop.." i laughed as georg began tickling me. "nooo, this is what you get." georg laughed, as i screamed trying to pull from his grasp laughing even more. "OK OK i'm sorry!" i said as his hands stopped.

"what was that scream." tom said peeking his head into the room. "nothing! georg was being annoying cause i ate his fries but i didn't know!" i laughed pushing him. "no you did know!"

toms pov

"oh okay.." i said forcing out a fake laugh. walking to the couch i sat down next to bill crossing my arms, sighing loudly. "whats wrong tom." bill said as he looked up from his phone and turned my head to look at me.

"y/n and georg were together." i said turning over to face him. "tom are you jealous?" bill said smiling as he shook my shoulder. "of course not why?"

"you had a face when you said that, and you make it sooo obvious when you’re with them.” bill smirked. i shook my head "no i don’t, and y/n prolly likes georg. they've been together a lot lately, and closer." i said rolling my eyes.

"well, i think you should tell them, before he steals y/n." bill laughed as i fake laughed and stood up going to their room.

"y/n can i come in?"

"yeah come in!"

as i stepped inside i closed the door and looked to see they were hanging pictures on the wall. "hey sorry lemme finish putting this picture up." i smiled and nodded my head sitting on the bed, looking at the pictures.

"okay.. perfect. whats up tom?" y/n smiled as they turned the volume down on the cd player and sat down next to me. "um i wanted to talk to you about something actually." i said scratching my head “i like you y/n, and i have for a while now."

“oh..” y/n said staring at me wide eyed, looking down at their hands. "i.. like someone else tom.." "oh.."

"i'm really sorry tom, i did like you a lot. but i didn't think you felt the same. so i just moved on.." i nodded my head and met their eyes.

"hey its okay don't worry." silence filled the room, only the low music playing from the cd player.

"it's georg.. isn't it." y/n only nodded their head and bit their lip. "well i just wanted to tell you.. i'll go. goodnight."

“tom..” closing the door i walked to my room and flopped on my bed.

i guess i'll just be the other man to them.

#tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel x you #tom kaulitz #tokio hotel x reader #tom kaulitz angst

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ladymorghul · 5 months ago

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Whose more likely, Davron edition:

Who is most likely to buy matching pyjama sets and insist the other wears them?

Who is most likely to apologise first?

Who is most likely to plan the coolest dates?

Who steals the other one’s clothes the most?

Who is most likely to buy the other one flowers?

Who is most likely to write a love poem?

Who is most likely to fall asleep first?

Who hogs the blankets?

Who is most likely to talk to an animal?

Who is most likely to want to hold hands?

ohhh okay, let's do this 🧡❤️

who is most likely to buy matching pyjama sets and insist the other wears them?

hmmm i'm inclined to say davos. like modern davos finding some really cool and/or cute pjs and being like nooo way i have to get these i'm getting them for aeron too. and aeron's amused in a "are we really doing this?" type of way but he indulges davos because davos' excited about it

who is most likely to apologise first?

i think perhaps aeron. if he thinks he did something wrong, he'll apologize first, but on the other hand there's a period of time in their relationship when davos apologizes more often because he's impulsive and is more likely to annoy aeron over something. i think they're both a little stubborn at first but once they grow closer and closer, it's easier for them to apologize to each other when things go wrong.

who is most likely to plan the coolest dates?

davos. he really comes up with cool and fun ideas. some are crazy and aeron's a bit rattled but most of the time they're really having such a great time. aeron's more traditional with his date ideas even though he'll come up with something adventurous from time to time, but it's really davos who comes up with the more unexpected ideas and they end up having lots of fun.

who steals the other one’s clothes the most?

it has to be aeron. he'll steal hoodies, he'll borrow shirts and pants and stuff. davos will snatch something too ocassionally, especially because both like having each other's clothes to keep close when they're apart for a longer time.

who is most likely to buy the other one flowers?

they're not really big on flowers but i think they both have the potential to be plant parents.

who is most likely to write a love poem?

davos. definitely. he loves scribbling his thoughts sometimes because he has so many feelings and when he's brave enough, he gives aeron little poems he wrote for him and act all sheepish and bashful about it. aeron loves them so much, he keeps them stored in a little box. his little davos box. (this also goes together w kieran reciting poetry)

who is most likely to fall asleep first?

davos. he's just that guy. first of all, he's someone who naps a lot and can and will fall asleep everywhere and anywhere he can, aeron's actually impressed about it because he'll sleep in some uncomfortable places and positions if he feels like it, and he'll nap on aeron's lap or his shoulder when he can get away with it, but most nights if nothing's troubling him, davos will fall asleep first and aeron takes a few moments to watch him sleep peacefully. he can't believe their luck, to end up like this.

who hogs the blankets?

aeron. he's often cold and he'll curl up and hog the blankets, but davos doesn't mind. he'll usually plaster himself on aeron and he's like a tiny furnace so that helps. aeron also likes putting his cold hands on davos and making davos lowkey yelp.

who is most likely to talk to an animal?

both!!! they love animals so much! davos befriends a raven that comes by their place with little treats and they become inseparable. but it's not just the raven, both love dogs and cats and whatever animal they stumble upon and will pet them and feed them. aeron takes davos to his family home to meet his horse he had since he was a toddler and takes him for a ride.

who is most likely to want to hold hands?

i think davos. aeron is reluctant for a while, he's not sure they should hold hands at first, because of their families and the idea of unwanted attention. thing is... davos also has his fears about their families and he knows willem could chew him out but he fights against these feelings by repressing them and rebelling against them and saying he'll do whatever he wants, everyone else be damned. aeron's hurt davos before by pulling away when davos wanted to hold his hand. davos understands and allows aeron his space even though he really wants to hold his hand or just touch him in any way to feel him close. he's a very touchy person. i mean, aeron is too just more in close quarters at first. eventually aeron does take his hand when they're out when he gains more confidence and davos is sooo happy.

#asks #davron #brackwood

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 1 year ago

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Twilight Confessions (Fluff)

Dark Michelangelo x reader

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write something for this guys for quite some time now, so here ya go🖤🧡

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Warnings: Spelling🖤🧡

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The hum of the futuristic city echoed through your best friend, Cody Jones' luxury penthouse, its sprawling skyline illuminated by the vibrant glow of neon lights, casting vibrant colors and shadows across your face. As you stood on the balcony, gazing out at the mesmerizing view, memories flooded your mind, a fond smile spreading across your face, along with a small ping of sadness.

It had been a year. A whole year since the turtles had left, somewhat accidental, and gone back to their own time. You would be lying if you said you didn’t miss them, because you did. You very much missed them. They had been fun to have around, bringing you and Cody much needed joy in your daily life. Therefore their departure was bittersweet, making both of you slightly sad, yet fully aware of the fact that their own time needed them. Without them in their own time, you and Cody’s life would never be what it was in 2107.

Although it had been a whole year without the turtles, you would probably have to specify that. It had been a whole year without the original turtles. The original turtles from the past. The turtles Cody’s great-grandparents had been friends with. But it had not been a year without turtles at all.

After the turtles left, Cody had his final showdown with his uncle, Darius Don. Using his newly learned ninja skills, Cody managed to take his uncle down, handing him over to the peacekeepers for several crimes that would take too long to mention. This left Cody with more than a few things from his uncle. Actually four. Four kanabo turtle clones to be specific.

It wasn’t easy, but over time the kanabo clones started to fit into society. At least enough for you, Cody and president Bishop to be pleased. It was more than a little fun to watch the dark turtles get used to their new surroundings. A luxury penthouse, and enough food to last them for the rest of their lives. It was even more fun to watch Cody train them in everything the original turtles had taught him, and see how naturally it came to the dark turtles. It was like watching a puzzle finally coming together. Almost heartwarming.

Over time you really came to care for these kanabo clones, in the same way you had cared for the original four turtles. Even though it wasn’t exactly like having the original turtles around, it was comforting in their own way. They were more noisy, took up more space and were messier. Yet they were quicker to admit any of their wrong doings, cleaning as soon as you and Cody told them to do so. It was nice to have them around.

In turn, the dark turtles found you and Cody’s presence just as comforting. They looked to the two of you for the form of guidance, they never got from either Darius Don or Sh’Okanabo. Dark Raph accidentally called you mom at one point at the dinner table, causing extreme embarrassment for his brothers. Especially Mikey. The poor guy was so embarrassed that he didn’t dare to look in your direction. That was the first time you saw the tall yellow turtle without his signature manic smile.

You smiled at the thought of the often dancing turtle, as the wind picked up and blew a few hairs out of your face. He had changed a lot since the day you met him and the other dark turtles. You remembered it clearly. Although back then, you never thought you would think back on that time fondly. You had gone with Cody to find the place the dark turtles had kept the original turtles captive, by the orders of Darius Don. Back then you had felt nothing but anger and slight sadness at the sight of the dark Mikey and his brothers. And look at you now. Now you saw them as part of your fun little family, and couldn’t imagine a day without any of them. Especially Mikey. How boring your days would get if you didn’t have him around.

Unbeknownst to you, Dark Mikey lingered in the shadows inside the penthouse, his golden eyes fixated on your silhouette on the balcony, as the light of the moon lit up all of your features, making them shine brighter than the city before you. He felt his toes wiggle in an unwilling dance as he felt his stomach tingle. Mikey just couldn’t help it. The enigmatic turtle had developed an inexplicable attraction to you, drawn to the way you carried the weight of the past with a gentle grace. Even after everything he and his brothers had done to you and your friends, you still gave them another chance. You had given him a chance. You were patient with him, caring for him throughout the past year. You made him feel happy. You made him feel special. And tonight, Mikey had finally decided to tell you how you made him feel.

Silently emerging from behind the glass sliding door, Dark Mikey approached, his heart pounding and his hands sweating, his fist clenching and unclenching repeatedly. You turned at the sound of the door, a warm smile gracing your lips at the sight of the yellow turtle.

"Hey, Mikey", you greeted, your voice a soft melody in the evening air. A sharp contrast to the night sounds of New York City.

"Hey", he responded, his usual swagger momentarily replaced by a nervous demeanor. He went to the edge of the balcony, taking in the city before him. The sight still surprised him whenever he looked at it. “Enjoying the view?”, he asked, unsure of what else to say.

You let out a small chuckle that made Mikey’s heart skip a beat. “Of course I am”; you smiled. “Are you?”

“Uhm, yes”, Mikey said, tapping his fingers on the edge. “Always pretty out here”. He looked away from you, trying to seem as casual as possible. You hummed, before turning your own gaze towards the skyline. Mikey seized this moment to look at you, taking in your face as you peacefully watched the city lifes before you. Mikey bit his bottom lip, before finally trusting himself enough to speak. "Uhm… (Y/N)... Can we talk?"

Curiosity danced in your eyes as you nodded, inviting him to continue. Mikey scratched the back of his head, a habit that betrayed his unease. The city lights reflected in your eyes, making his throat curl up before any words could make their way out of him. He stammered nervously, playing with his fingers, feeling the stress build. He wanted to tell you. He had to tell you. But he did not know how. Mikey did not know what words to use.

Before you could ask him if he was okay, Dark Mikey, driven by an impulsive force that had led him most of his life, closed the distance and pressed his lips against yours in a gentle kiss. But just as fast as your lips had connected, he pulled back, his face red as he once again started playing with his fingers.

"I... I just thought you should know," he mumbled, his gaze dropping to the ground as he spoke.

Time seemed to stretch as you processed the unexpected turn of events. Mikey’s gaze alternated between uncertainty and hope, as he moved his weight from one foot to another, getting more and more nervous as he waited for you to speak, watching for any signs of rejection on your face.

A small smile played on your lips as you processed the whirlwind of emotions. You reached out, lifting Mikey's chin to meet your eyes.

"I appreciate your honesty, Mikey", you said, your voice soft and understanding. "And, you know, I feel the same way".

The tension in Dark Mikey's shoulders eased slightly, a flicker of relief in his eyes. Together, you leaned against the balcony railing, the city below a backdrop to the complex emotions swirling between you.

"I never expected to find someone like you, nor did I ever expect to find myself attracted to you after all that has happened between us", you admitted, breaking the silence. "But I'm glad I did. You are an amazing guy, Mikey".

Dark Mikey nodded, his usual cool demeanor returning. His big smile appeared on his face once again, his tongue having a hard time staying in his mouth. "Yeah, well, you're not so bad yourself, (Y/N)".

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Dork”, was all you said, before pulling him down for another kiss, this one longer than the other, both of you humming in delight as you wrapped your arms around each other-

As the night unfolded, you found yourselves sharing stories of the past, laughter punctuating the air. The shadows that once cloaked Dark Mikey seemed to dissipate, revealing a vulnerability that made him all the more real. The city beneath you buzzed with life, a testament to the ever-changing nature of time. And in that moment, on the balcony of Cody Jones' penthouse, you and Dark Mikey stood at the crossroads of past and future, uncertain but willing to explore the possibilities that lay ahead.

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kattythingz · 8 months ago

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I need Ed meeting Black Canary. She's a badass, she's emotionally intelligent, she can never meet Teacher or General Armstrong (he's still terrified of that particular team up), she's also the one in charge of his new the kids' training

So. I did what you asked, technically. The prompt... got away from me a little. For 2.7k.

Don't hate me too much haha

YJ x FMA Pt. 7

🧡 Pt. 1 💛 Pt. 2 🤍 Pt. 3 🩵 Pt. 4 💙 Pt. 5 🧡 Pt. 6 💛

Robin zetaed into the mission room that afternoon just in time to glimpse Kaldur hitting the training ground.

Robin’s eyebrows shot up as Kaldur gave an actual noise at the impact—a rarity in sparring, considering his literally tougher skin—and didn’t rise immediately. Ed walked the short distance toward Kaldur’s sitting-up form, dressed in his high-neck shirt from yesterday and clearly borrowed pants from Ling, extending a friendly grin and a hand to Kaldur.

Kaldur accepted both with a smile, and Ed hauled him up without a sweat.

“You still good?” he asked amusedly.

“I am only just starting,” Kaldur said, then chuckled. “Although, if all your tosses carry such force, then I think I might owe Ling an apology now for laughing at him yesterday.”

Ling exaggerated a gasp in the peanut gallery outside the training circle, a familiar red hoodie draped over his arm, and Ed let out a snort. “Nah, Ling had that one coming for weeks. Anyway, you took that impact pretty well, considering I’ve used the same force on a suit of armor for four years straight.” He eyed Kaldur curiously. “Is your skin tough, by any chance?”

Kaldur blinked at the easy, and accurate, assessment. “Yes, it is. Did you figure that out just from tossing me?”

“Well, not really,” Ed hummed. “Your skin’s got a bit of a shine to it in the right lighting. It reminded me a little of shark scales—which, I guess is pretty cliche, huh?”

He laughed at Kaldur’s politely deadpan expression, but it wasn’t from any place of mockery; Robin didn’t think anything about this guy was disingenuous. That, and Ling’s brighter eyes at the sound spoke really gross volumes.

“A little,” Kaldur admitted, “but I take no offense to that.”

“Cool, cool. Tell me if I ever do put my foot in my mouth, though, yeah? I don’t wanna go around pissing off the wrong guys and all.”

Ling choked on air out of nowhere, coughing frantically into his hand when Ed whipped toward him with narrowed eyes.

“You got something to say, babe?” Ed asked, and Ling sweat-dropped.

“O-Of course not. Just a bit of inhaled dust. As you were.”

Robin stifled his own laugh at the sight much better than Ling—unlike Wally, who hastily scrambled to slap a hand over his own escaped chortle. Robin stopped next to his best friend with a cheery elbow to his side, grinning when Wally released his silence upon impact. He shot Robin a glare, in tandem with Ed’s eyes darting to Wally as well.

Unfortunately, before Robin could witness a double murder, Kaldur cleared his throat, saying, “I have been meaning to ask, Ed.”

Ed humphed before turning to Kaldur, to Ling and Wally’s laughable relief. “What?”

He said it a little irately, but Robin was starting to think that was maybe the guy’s default setting and nothing to take personally. So, another Superboy, basically. They all had more than enough experience with that.

“You mentioned earlier before you grabbed me, ‘too low,’” Kaldur said. “But I was using the same angle that I usually do with Robin as my partner. Black Canary has already advised me on my technique there, and she would have told me if I was slipping in our previous training…”

He trailed off near the end, sounding uncharacteristically insecure, probably because he thought Black Canary was holding back some sort of disappointment in him.

Which was stupid, Robin thought, considering Kaldur was practically their best at hand-to-hand.

Ed must’ve realized something similar, either about Kaldur’s character or his skill, as he softened with a grin suddenly.

“It wasn’t your angle, technically,” Ed said. “It’s more, you didn’t put enough push into the strike. You mentioned sparring with Robin—I’m guessing he moves around a lot and never stays in one place?”

He glanced over at Robin as though for confirmation, a keen intelligence in that single look, and Robin hoped his startled nerves didn’t show at being mentalized so easily. He pulled a smirk before anyone could notice him wavering and said, “You got it!”

“Right.” Robin let out an imperceptible exhale when Ed dismissed him for Kaldur in the next breath. “So, your problem was exactly that. You kept expecting me to bounce out of the way, but I stood my ground every time, and it threw you off.”

Wally was definitely staring at Robin in his periphery, but he ignored him in favor of focusing on Kaldur’s reaction to the words. He furrowed his brow, considering, before his eyes widened.

“Oh, I see,” he said. “So, next time, I would need to anchor my strikes more?”

Ed chuckled. “A little more to it than that. It’s a matter of quicker adaptability, I think—”

“So, what’s with the impromptu lesson, anyway?” Robin leaned into Wally to whisper, while Ed imparted Black Canary-level advice onto Kaldur. “I didn’t realize you were so excited to get your ass handed to you outside of training.”

“Shut up, dude,” Wally whispered back, annoyed. “That is so not what happens. And, I’m not the one who suggested this. It was Artemis who asked; blame her.”

“Hey! Nobody forced you to watch,” Artemis retorted. “You can go back to losing at video games if you really want to. Some of us actually want to learn a thing or two.”

Artemis had a point, obviously, but… It was weird. That she’d prompted this.

Was Artemis gauging Ed too? Bruce had made it clear to Robin the other day that the League had little reason, for now, to be wary of Ed—but that was the thing. There was always a “for now” attached to these things until they had concrete assurance.

Robin was more into the hands-off approach, personally. Ed seemed like a fun guy, and Ling trusted him with his literal future in marriage, so Robin didn’t think there was anything shady to uncover about him, per se. But this was also the second time that same group of bad guys, led by the same head scientist, had gone and kidnapped someone from the same other world. And they didn’t even have a name for this organization yet. The circumstances warranted a smidgen of caution, at the very least.

That being said.

“Oh, oh! If Kaldur’s had his turn now, can I go next?”

Ed and Kaldur turned their heads to him, both frowning with their own suspicion and surprise respectively.

“I don’t trust that tone,” Ed said carefully, which caused Ling to snort.

Robin grinned, taking the compliment generously. “You mean you aren’t curious how our styles match up in a fight?”

Artemis made an interested noise next to him. “Actually, now that you mention it…”

“I’d be willing to bet on something like that!” Wally chimed in, munching on an energy bar. “Ten bucks says Rob loses for once.”

Ed’s eyes lit at the apparent challenge now. “For once?”

“Robin is the best among us in hand-to-hand combat, thus far,” Kaldur filled in for Ed. He eased out of position in favor of holding a contemplative hand to his chin. “It… would be interesting to witness the match-up. If you wouldn’t mind, that is, Ed.”

“Oh, yeah, sure, don’t bother asking me—”

“I don’t mind,” Ed interrupted Robin with an outright smirk, and Robin could already feel the action itching under his skin, begging to say bet. “But if you do—”

“You are so on!” Robin laughed before launching himself onto the training circle.

“Alright! Give us a show, wonder boy!” Wally cheered, which came in insulting tandem with Ling’s cheerier, “Remember he’s still a child, Ed!”

Kaldur gave Robin his own smirk as he passed, bidding him good luck before dropping between Megan and Superboy, and with only the entire team’s respect for him on the line, Robin wasted no time getting into stance.

“On three?” Ed said.

“Only if you need the countdown.”

Ed’s grin sharpened an edge, and that was all the warning Robin let linger before taking the first lunge.

He nearly took the first bruise too when the zeta tube speaker blared out of the blue.

Recognized: Black Canary, one-three.

Robin staggered on his recovery landing only because Ed pulled away so abruptly. Robin almost stared at that bizarre reaction, but the zeta tube announcing Batman’s arrival next gave him his own pause.

Black Canary and Batman strode in, the former raising an eyebrow at the sight of the busy training ground.

“I see you’ve already taken over my half of classes,” she said. “I haven’t even told the team yet.”

Robin had several questions already. Among them why Ed stuttered in response to the teasing, “Oh, no, this wasn’t—I haven’t taken over anything yet, this was just—”

“I’m kidding, Ed,” she stopped him with a laugh. Her smile softened when he straightened to meet her gaze when she was close enough. “I wouldn’t have minded if you did start today. As long as it gets the team training on time.”

“R-Right.” Ed’s cheeks went pink, and he rubbed the side of his neck. “Obviously. But I’ll still be sure to ask next time.”

Black Canary looked amused at that, and it took Robin a second to realize—

“If you say so.”

Ed was intimidated.

It was almost too insane to be true, and it reflected in all of Robin’s teammates when he shared a bewildered glance with them. Ed talked back at the Batman without batting an eye, but he held himself practically on his toes around Black Canary? Talk about doing things backward; that made zero sense.

It made perfect sense to Ling, at least, who gave a light-hearted greeting to Black Canary as he hopped onto the circle.

“I see you two have already met!” Ling said, and there was something in the subtle widening of his grin and in Ed’s hasty glare at him that Robin was so poking later.

“Woah, back up a second there,” Wally interjected, stumbling onto the circle too, prompting the rest of the team to follow. “What haven’t you told us yet? And what does Ed have to do with it?”

“Ed’s going to take over half your combat training starting after your next misson,” Batman made his voice known on that dramatic note. Robin was sure that was a smirk trying to tug Batman’s lips. “You’ll be splitting your time between him and Black Canary, to make the most of your training.”

“Really? That’s great!” Megan beamed, to Superboy’s noticeable disgruntlement. He crossed his arms and humphed. Although, he didn’t grumble like Robin expected. So that was probably a good sign for warming up to Ed.

Ling shared Megan’s excitement on a softer heat, expression nakedly fond as he said to Ed, “Yes, very great. And undoubtedly not your idea?”

“It was my idea, actually,” Ed snarked, turning his nose and earning goopier eyes from Ling for the motion. “It’s called equivalent exchange, not free-loading and mooching off other people’s resources.”

“Is that not the same thing twice?”

“The hell it is—!”

“Alright, settle down, everyone,” Black Canary said, coolly, though the laugh was well-hidden in her voice. “We didn’t come here just to give this news. Batman has a new mission for you. And a question for Ed.”

Everyone started at the words and, like a switch flipped, they turned their serious attention to Batman. Ed sobered too, saying, “For me?”

“Yes.” Batman pulled up an immediately familiar map on a holographic screen. Robin narrowed his eyes, already wondering—

“The Watchtower detected an immense power surge in the Bialyan Desert.” Batman zoomed in the map to the desert in question. “Spectral analysis revealed elements that are non-terrestrial in origin. However, given recent revelations with the team’s last mission, we now have reason to believe these signals might be otherworldly as well. We adjusted our readings with that in mind to align more with previous power surges of your variety”—he looked pointedly at Ed and Ling—“and came up with something like a pictionary.”

Ed caught on instantly. “A circle, you mean?!”

Batman nodded. “This is what it looks like.”

Robin wasn’t sure what he was looking at for a second. The circle resembled nothing of the one that had summoned Ed and Ling here. It was much simpler, with less tiny symbols scrawled between the circles and the triangle in the middle. Honestly, Robin’s first stupid thought had been—

“The Illuminati?” Wally choked out, laughing. “Are you serious?”

“The whatnow?” Megan said, in adorable tandem with Superboy’s confusion.

“The Illuminati! It’s—well, it’s a little hard to explain if you’re not even familiar with internet culture, but—”

“No.”

Everything stopped at Ed’s whisper, suddenly.

Robin whirled around with the rest of the team, and he was sure his eyes weren’t the only ones to widen at the stark horror contorting Ed’s features.

Ling’s own expression crumpled in comparison, bleeding concern in his call of, “Ed? What is it?”

“This is what your signals showed?” Ed bowled right over his fiance’s attempt at comfort, staggering forward. “This? Are you sure?”

“We triple-checked it,” Batman said, and the set line of his lips deepened when Ed paled. “I guess I don’t have to ask if it’s familiar. What does it mean?”

“It’s—”

Ed barely got out the word before swallowing it heavily. His hands were shaking, Robin noted with alarm, and his eyes looked like they couldn’t stray from the circle, no matter how hard his breathing shuddered.

He shook his head vehemently. “It doesn’t matter. Because this shouldn’t be here. Al and I made sure of it ourselves—”

“Ed, you’re not making any sense,” Ling intervened gently, taking one of Ed’s tremulous hands. Weary eyes darted to Ling, and finally settled a little. “Explain it to me, at least. What is that circle?”

The atmosphere pulled with Ed’s tentative inhale. And exhale.

Even Superboy was poised to react to… something, a rare concern pinching his brow when Ed sucked in a proper breath at last, if only to whisper.

“It’s a transmutation base. One of Tucker’s—the one he used to…”

Matching horror dawned on Ling. “Are you certain?”

“I think I’d remember that damn circle painted on his walls in red with Nina—!”

“Sunshine, take another breath. It’s alright.” Ed let out a jagged breath at Ling’s thumb soothing the back of his hand. He ducked his head, making a better effort to steady himself, and Ling released his own short sigh of relief. He glanced around the group with some pain before murmuring to Ed, “Do you want me to explain all that to them? Or can you?”

“No, I…” Inhale. Exhale. Ed raised his chin. “I can do it.”

He kept one hand in Ling’s as he twisted to face Batman. He carefully didn’t face the rest of the team, nor Black Canary, curiously. “That circle alone couldn’t have emitted that surge you were talking about. It’s less of a complete circle, and more of a tweaked base to implement into a larger reaction. And this one… has been tweaked to merge living things.”

Robin tensed at the weighty delivery. Ed hadn’t said it, but he didn’t need to. His seconds-ago reaction spelled it out: they were talking about humans here.

Batman shared the same thinking, as he intoned, “All living things?”

“Theoretically, yes.” Ed clenched his jaw. “Realistically, you’d probably only get concrete results with small animals. Like I said, it’s… stronger, as an amplifier.”

“I see.”

Batman pursed his lips. Minutely as always, but… more obvious than usual too. This wasn’t an easy implication to swallow for anyone.

Superboy was especially affected as he squeezed his fists, and Megan shot him a worried look. She didn’t risk comforting him yet, but Robin had a feeling she’d be trying to later.

“What does this mean for our mission, Batman?” Kaldur was the one to pose the question on the team’s minds.

“Nothing, for now,” Batman said. “Your mission remains to find out the source of whatever caused that power surge, whatever its nature. If it turns out our same mystery organization is involved, and in Bialya no less, we’ll consider the impacts then.”

The team put on their game faces and nodded, but Ed remained despondent in the corner of Robin’s vision, and Ling’s sympathetic eyes stayed on him too.

Robin pretended not to notice Black Canary setting a hand on Ed’s shoulder as the team got ready for their mission. And nobody asked what she’d whispered to him.

That had been spelled out too.

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