#tangerine au

[ddejavvu]

no bc what about bodyguard!tangerine needing to go undercover and poses as readers boyfriend at an event and he’s having too much fun with the lingering touches, open flirting etc

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

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Tangerine's hand is way too low on your waist. It shouldn't be anywhere near your waist, or, it usually isn't, but tonight he needs to go undercover. You'd suggested shaving his mustache, but he threatened to take you out for the creep following you around if you ever tried putting a razor near his face.

Instead he has a wig on, tight fitted and curly. It suits him, but you like his longer hair better. There's a few minor prosthetics on his face, glued to his skin and blended in to look authentic, and if you didn't know his eyes well enough, you wouldn't recognize him.

"Tan," You stiffen as his finger brushes the curve of your ass, "We're in public. And- and you're not really my boyfriend."

"Well of course not," He squeezes, reaching for a drink that a nearby waiter walks past with, "But this has got to be believable, don't it? So Mr. Peeping Tom comes out of the woodwork? You think he's gonna do that if he's not jealous."

"But the cameras are outside," You hiss, stealing the olive from his glass and gnashing it between your teeth, "You can stop pretending in here!"

"No, darling," He tuts, only tugging you tighter to his chest, "I'm certain I saw someone with a camera over there."

"Over where?"

"There," He doesn't point, and he's looking at you, "Just.. like, in the general direction of.. over there."

"In the general direction of my ass," You scoff, but your snark backfires when Tangerine squeezes it, "And stop touching it!"

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

HEY HEY HEY so I’ve never requested anything before bc I’m new to tumblr and idk if this is even where I’m supposed to request thing so if i’m wrong then I sincerely apologise.

BUT, if I am then slay I have a funky idea for a tangerine fic that I think you would write so well :)

So I saw you said you’re British but idk if you ever went to a youth club? Like where they have 5-12 year olds come for group games in a sports hall and they do arts and crafts and play with the big rainbow parachute thing on the ground?? Well anyhoo I’ve been stuck on this non hitmen au where I can see reader being one of the leaders who takes the club and usually lemon is the other one, but for whatever reason, maybe like a recreational injury, he needs tangerine to fill in for a few weeks. So this is reader and tan meeting for the first time other than Lemon mentioning him and obviously Tan isn’t used to being around kids and is a grumpy dude and doesn’t know how to talk to them while playing the games but reader finds it funny because she knows them all well. Some funny Tangerine and kiddio interactions results in him catching her attention and the two become better friends while the group are away with the arts and crafts leader. Maybe they get up to some interesting stuff after a few weeks in the sports supply store room?? I just think it’s a fun little thing and the idea gives me nostalgia because if my old youth club lol

HI HI HII!! don’t worry you did it right! okay so, for this I had too many ideas (as it felt so nostalgic to write) I kinda added too much but not enough and feel as though it may not make any sense (like I waffled) I really loved this idea and don’t know if I did as well as I could’ve. but thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

uncle lemon’s brother

tangerine x f reader

wc || 1.2k

warnings || none

masterlist + rules

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Most days, you worked at the local youth club, where you'd lead all sorts of fun activities for the kids. Whether that be arts and crafts, sports in the indoor hall or nature walks, whatever it was that kept the kids entertained, you did it. 

Luckily you have a work partner that helps lighten the weight of the kids' intense energy. He's much like a child himself, so he fits in perfectly. When he first joined several months back, the kids gave him a nickname before he could even introduce himself, naming him Lemon, well, Uncle Lemon. There was no reason behind the nickname other than it was 'funny'.

You and Lemon were quite a pair when handling the kids. You had worked out a system that allowed the children to do as much as possible in the short time you had available. You'd lead the artsy sessions, and Lemon managed the sporty activities. 

Last week, during one of the after-school sessions, Lemon ironically injured his wrist on one of the climbing apparatuses while on lookout duty. So for his temporary replacement, he asked his brother to fill in. You've never met his brother before, only hearing bits of him when Lemon would share stories or memories. You were a little uncertain if he would be a good substitute considering how much of a grump he was described as. 

-

Today is his brother's first day, so you were patiently waiting by the front desk to give him a quick tour before the kids arrived. Hearing a car pull up out front, you hastily organise the schedule for this afternoon, flicking through the papers as you make your way to the entrance.

"Hey, 'lright?" the man greets, extending a hand.

"Hi," you reply, shaking his hand as you hold his intense eye contact. "You're Lemon's brother, right?"

"Yeah-- Lemon?" he questions, his head slightly cocking.

Snickering. "Yeah, the uh- kids gave him that nickname when he joined. Clearly, it's stuck. How is he doing, by the way?"

"So dramatic," he scoffs. "Acting like he broke his whole body. Can't believe the knob-- sorry, the idiot broke his wrist on a climbing frame," he snickers, following after you. 

"Yeah, that sounds about right," chuckling. 

-

It took a little time for Lemon's brother to settle into his new role. It was quite clear that he was not used to being around kids, but as the afternoon went on, he grew more comfortable, and his demeanour began to change. Soften, even.

He was 'coaching' a game of dodgeball while you entertained the eliminated kids, telling them stories until the next round. 

"Bob..." a little boy asks, lightly tugging on your hand.

"We're still calling me 'Bob'?" you question, your features playful as you act displeased. "But, yes, munchkin. What's up?" you ask, ruffling his hair.

"What should we call him?" he asks, blatantly pointing across the hall.

"I think something funny," someone else adds, giggling.

"I think we should call him turd man,"

"Turd man?" you entertain, pretending to be disgusted. "That's so disgusting."

"I like turd man,"

"Me too," another adds.

"Mr Grump,"

"Don't forget he's Lemon's brother, so we should call him something similar?" you prompt, trying to ease them into a less disgusting name. 

"BANANA," a young boy calls out, practically jumping in excitement.

"Apple,"

"Orange,"

"Lemon number two,"

"Oh, how about something citrus-like. Something sour, maybe?" you chuckle, occasionally catching eyes with the new replacement across the way.

"Satsuma," a little girl calls out, pulling the small orange from her shoe.

"Sweetie, that's a tangerine," you smile.

"That's a good name,"

"We should call him that,"

"Please can we call him that, Bob?"

"Please..."

"Hm, I don't see why not," you laugh, ushering the kids along to join in the new game.

"Tangerine," a young girl calls out, rushing over.

"Tangerine!" another screams. 

"Why the calling me that?" he whispers, his head hung low as he leans towards you. 

"Ask them," you snicker, talking close to his ear. "Could be worse. They call me Bob,"

"Okay, yeah, you're right. That's much worse," he chuckles. "'lright," he claps, gathering the kids together. "We got time for one more game, ain't we, Bob?"

Grinning. "Yeah, I think so, Tangerine."

After one quick game of dodgeball later, you, Tangerine and the kids walked back to the main rec room to wind down before hometime. All sat in a circle as you all took turns to share your favourite part of the day.

"Where are you from, Tangerine?" a little boy asks, picking his nose as he poked him with his free hand.

He turns to look at you, his features begging for help as he leans away from the bogey picker. "Um... from my house,"

"Me too,"

"And me,"

"I'm from Poland,"

"Me too,"

"My daddy is from Ireland,"

"Where is that?"

"Near Spain,"

"No, that's an island,"

"You're wrong,"

Listening to all the kids blabber on, you face Tangerine, masking a snicker when you see his exasperated expression. "Hang in there," you mouth, a smile pulling on the corners of your lips. 

Playing along, he checks the time on his watch. "Almost there," he whispers. 

As the days went on, Tangerine grew a lot more comfortable with the kids, and he looked as though he was starting to enjoy his time with them. There was something so endearing about seeing a burly, attractive man acting so juvenile while entertaining kids, how soft and gentle he could be while speaking to them. 

-

The two of you had spent lots of time together over the last couple of weeks, hanging out and chatting whenever there was a moment free. Tangerine was very slow to warm up, very reserved, but once you got past the first layer, you realised just how decent a person he is. 

The kids had just left for the day, so you and Tangerine had to pack away the equipment in the sports cupboard that was left out.

"Hey, pass us that, would ya?" he asks, nodding to the bag of balls behind you. 

"The ballbag?" you grin, reaching over the messily organised area. "You gotta say it. That's the rule round here," you joke.

"Ballbag," he says flatly, extending a hand. "Now give it," 

"Yeah, one min, my legs stuck,"

"Stuck?"

"Yeah," you sigh.

"Don't move. I'll come help," grinning.

"You're a funny man,"

He parts the boxes to the side as he makes his way over to you, moving the equipment out of the way so he can crouch to the floor beside you. His hand is warm and firm as he grips your ankle, slowly guiding it from the crack, looking up at you. 

He coughs in his fist, clearing his throat. "There we go," he says, glancing away from your admiration-filled gaze.

Clearing your own throat, awkwardly looking away. "Thanks,"

"Yeah," he nods, meeting your eyes once more. 

He slowly stands up, keeping his eyes glued to yours. His head hangs low as he brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his eyes darting over you. "No problem," he whispers. 

"We should get going," you whisper back, practically pulling away.

"Don't worry. I weren't gonna kiss ya," Tan chuckles, lacing his hands into yours. Smirking. "Not yet, anyway."

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[calciumdreams]

rubs hands together can i request either ship art of lovesickle/farm x killer or them bein pals ......

sharing an orange

[sualne]

front cover

[thiccsys]

i had a dream and this is what i looked like. i am mentally ill

his name is tangerine. uh but in my dream i kept insisting my name was error. but in fact it was tangerine

[fleuraimer]

requesting some morning after content with cowboy!tangerine bc that is actually so hot. (aka imagining him wrapped up in a towel with that damn gold necklace around his neck. fuck) - 🍓nonnie

on it berry 🫡🫡

wc: 1.1k

cw: dubcon/noncon. smut. minors dni. 17+. implied kidnapping. d/s dynamics. oral (f receiving). fingering (f receiving). prolly more lmk what i missed (if any) 😁.

previous part.

waking after a night out is always hard, but particularly when you've had an eye bigger than your stomach. you had one too many drinks last night, if the migraine pressing at your temples is anything to go off of. you groan as you're pulled from the throes of slumber, shifting against the tensile bedding beneath you.

you groan, or mewl, rather, when the sensation of silk against your skin registers; so soft. too soft.

something's wrong.

your eyes snap open, head turning frantically from side to side as you take in your surroundings. the walls encompassing you are tall, and dark, built with panels of brown maple wood, looming over you. you swallow thickly.

your breathing starts to faltering, but you will yourself to press down the panic as you continue to reorient yourself with the world. there's two windows to the left of you, and a balcony to the front, but all you can see out is a city skyline and building tops (city. city? you don't live in a city). the sound of water pelting against the ground starts to register in your ears, but it's not raining. you look to the right, and see a door framed in a halo of light, the noisy shower running behind it.

shit!

you press yourself up from your position on the bed—noisy, shuffling across the sheets loudly as you search for your clothes, distraught. your hair flutters in your face annoyingly as your lift the mussed sheets to try and discover your top and shorts (and bra and panties) but you find nothing. you squeeze your eyes shut, bottom lip caught between your top teeth, with dread.

the door swings open, a large plume of smoke swirling out after it, before you can broil in your self-pity any longer.

you try to fight the way your jaw slackens when your eyes shift to the figure in the door, but it's certainly... demanding to due so.

you peruse your eyes down the man—tangerine, was that is name?(couldn't be, could it?)—before you, towel folded around his trim waist, dripping with water, evidently from the shower. there's a tooth brush hanging from his strawberry lips, and a gold chain dangling down from his neck, and circular pendant settled between the dip of his pecs. wet curls swinging in front of his forehead as her moseys over to the dress to the left of him, rummaging through the drawers for something to wear.

"monrin' darlin'," he says around his toothbrush, a crooked, fleeting smirk thrown over his shoulder as he pulls out a henley and jeans. you bleat something pathetic, and slightly aroused, back in response. he turns to face you, a chuckle on the tip of his tongue, and he takes the brush from his mouth. "how'd y'sleep, sweet thing?"

christ.

"o-okay," you sputter, twiddling your thumbs. you inch back on the bed when he takes a step toward you, ignore the way the corner of his lips hint upward in a smirk.

"did'y have a nice dream, darlin'?" he mumbles, kneeing on to the mattress, pushing forward to wrap a large hand around your dainty ankle. he tugs you into him, and you squeal at the sudden movement. your eyes widen to the size of saucers as he starts to crawl over you, dripping onto your body.

the sheet you haphazardly clutched up to your heaving chest is ripped out of your grasp with one sure tug from tangerine, presenting your bare flesh to him. you shake beneath his wolfish gaze.

"tell me what y'dreamt of, sweet thing," he mumbles, eyes glued to your tits, bruised from the night prior. he sinks down to smear his lips over your sternum, supple, tongue laving over sweet, sweat-slicked skin.

your brain short-circuits, dizzy with panic and dread and lust and pleasure—a heady cocktail being force fed down your throat—but your rack your mind for the vivid imagery that projected in your mind last night.

"i—i was o-on a dock," you stutter to him, arms shifting upward against the sheets, going to rest above your head on their own accord. tangerine smirk into your skin.

"keep going," he urges, slipping further down. his lips trail from your sternum to your navel, navel to your mound, mound to your swelling, sticky clit. his tongue peeks out to lick tentatively at the hood, evoking a shiver from you.

"there wa—" you choke as he suckles your pearl between his strawberry lips, tongue petting over the very head gently, soaking it. "there was a big boat, a— a yatch," you finish, huffy.

"mhmm," he hums, encouraging you to continue, throwing an arm over your stomach to keep you pressed down to the mattress as he brings his free hand up to push his fingers into your slick hole, stretching you from the seam.

"fuck! i was— i got on and— god, i... don't fuckin' know; don' know, can' 'member, just— please, don't stop, pleasepleaseplease," you prattle off, slurred, bringing one hand down to tangle in his wet curls and keep his mouth sealed over your modesty. your hips grind down against his tongue, shoving him deeper, farther into you.

he fucks his finger—just one, but the sensation it gives you rivals its reality, so thick—in and out of you at a pace that matches your gyrating hips and his flicking tongue, hot and tacky against your clit, clinging, spit webbing from his mouth to your sweet pussy lips.

he presses another finger at your entrance, pushes.

"jesus— shit!" you groan, head rolling back in the silk sheets. he jams his fingertips straight into your g-spot, stroking easily through your drenched, gummy walls, stabbing into that pressure point that makes you see stars as he nibbles meanly at your puffy clit. "g'na come, fuckfuckfuck, i'm g'na cum, tan!" you cry.

he snickers giddily into your slick, massaging his fingers and tongue harder, mumbles something resemblant of, "gimme that fuckin' cream, sweet thing," into you, and you're doing just as you'd warmed him. your come spills into his mouth, drenches his tongue and soaks his open palm as he continues to fuck you through it, muttering assurances and praises against you.

s'it, darlin', come f'me

good girl, baby, drenchin' my tongue

sweet fuckin' thing, can't get 'nough of you

you're twitchy when he pops off of you, crawling back over your sprawled figure. your lashes flutter as he smirks down at you, a predator over its prey.

"what'd y'do if i told y'that dream y'was tellin' me 'bout was real," he mumbles, gaze flitting over your sweat-slicked face as your brows draw to the center of your forehead. you frown through stuttered breaths, confused, and allow him to nudge your head to the side, gaze falling to the windows, the city skyline and building top.

city.

city?

you don't live in a city...

your frown worsens. shit.

——

not edited/proofread!!

[darth-sonny]

Placing a little berry so gently in front of kirby rn

berry received, berry accepted

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊’𝒔 𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒐𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔

🍑peaches world (and the men that just exist in it) masterlist🍑

summary - we continue to see what happens, lloyd and his brother tangerine set off to rescue the princess (you), while ari treats you to something special.

warning - swearing, smut, oral sex, dubcon, word slut and whore used, cheating.

18+ only please, the gif isn't mine, header created by me.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Word got around that the Princess had been kidnapped, Lloyd and Tangerine weren’t happy, immediately setting off to rescue you. They had journeyed through the islands, desperately trying to get to you as quickly as possible.

“Ugh! This is fucking impossible! That stupid fucking turtle!” Lloyd kicks a Goomba, sending it flying. 

“Calm down, we will get her!” Tangerine punches his way through until they make the grave mistake of being touched, sending them back to the beginning again.

Back in the castle, you stare in disbelief as Bowser tears your clothes from your body. “My clothes! Why did you do that?!” Your hands fly in front of you as you try to hide yourself away. 

Ari laughs, staring down at your naked form with lust-filled eyes. “Don’t be so innocent, Princess. I didn’t kidnap you just because you are the Princess of the Mushroom Kingdom.” He leans closer, causing you to pulse between your legs. “I know from a good source how slutty you are.” Ari runs his fingers up your body, between your breasts and cupping your neck softly. “You have fucked half of the Kingdom, including your partner’s brother and I’m not going to miss out.” Your eyes fall to his lips, watching as his tongue flicks out, licking them. 

‘Damn it… How did he learn about that? Not even Lloyd knows!’ You think, feeling ashamed as you imagine how Ari would feel inside you. 

He grips your chin, “So don’t play me a fool, little Princess. You should know the drill by now.” Your eyes widen when he whips out his cock, it’s so monstrous, large, and ridged, his mushroom tip red and angry. You could practically see it throbbing. “And we have plenty of time, Princess.” He forces your eyes up, leaning in closer as he whispers. “And if you refuse, I will bomb your kingdom and turn it into ashes!” He smirks. Ari pulls you closer, pressing his throbbing member against you. “So, you don’t have a choice! Seeing that your beloved Lloyd and his brother are useless because at this rate they won’t be here until next year.” He leans closer to your ear and whispers. “I recommend you don’t resist. Save your kingdom, little Princess.”

You whimper, hands covering your privates as he’s so close. ‘Damn it when I find out who told him I fucked half of the kingdom. I’ll cut their balls off.’ You sigh, looking up at him through your lashes, feeling slick gathering between your thighs as you feel his cock twitch against you. “Fine…”

Ari’s hands move to your shoulder’s, pushing you down onto your knees. “Fantastic, let’s not waste anytime, little Princess. C’mon, on your knees like the good little slut you are.” 

“You don’t have to be so rude! I already said I’d do it!” You whine, eyes widening as it looks bigger up close. 

“Mmhm, start sucking on my shaft, little Princess. You don’t want word to get around that you refused cock, do you?”

You put your hands on his thighs, looking up at him with furrowed brows as you speak. “Before I do anything, you must promise me you will not harm the Mushroom Kingdom and that whatever we do or whatever happens in this room will stay in this room! Deal?!”

Ari chuckles, shaking his head. “Deal. Now suck.” Your mouth opens, drool already seeping from the sides as his large member begins to push inside. “That’s it, little Princess… Open… Say ahhh…” His head falls back, eyes rolling as you begin to suck on his cock. 

‘I can’t believe I am over here selling myself to save my kingdom while that fat arse and his brother are taking it easy. You better run Lloyd!’ You think, sucking harder, your eyes cross. ‘I can’t lie though, he tastes amazing… My pussy is throbbing so much, I just want him to use me.’ 

Your eyes slip closed, whines slipping out. ‘It’s too big! I can’t fit it in my mouth! Slow down you big brute!’ You continue to suck on his tip, swirling your tongue around. 

“Come on, little Princess! Show me how good you suck cock!” His hands tangle in your hair, thrusting into your mouth, inching his cock deeper. “That’s it! Ahhh… Fuck, yes!” Ari moans, thrusting harder, holding your head. “Come on, c’mon!! More! More! Deeper!” He growls, your slurps filling the room as his cock continues to fill your mouth, causing your drool to rapidly seep out. “Take it all in! Go on, you little slut!” 

‘Brute! So rude! It’s huge! I can’t! You are gonna choke me!’ You whine in your head, feeling your cunt drip as he forces his member deeper down your throat, stretching your mouth so wide. No other man or creature was ever this big. 

“I’m gonna cum, little Princess! I’m going to cum so deep into your throat, you better swallow it like the good little slut you are! Fuck yes!” Ari’s balls tighten, your eyes cross as he thrusts deeper. “All the way in! Ahh fuck! Yesss, take my cum, little Princess!” Thick ropes spurt out of his mushroom tip, shooting into your mouth, coating everywhere. You begin to see stars, moans slipping from your lips as his cum continues to leak from his cock, a puddle beneath you forms from how slick your cunt is. 

You pull back, accidentally swallowing it while the rest leaks out, covering your plump breasts. “You animal! You fucking brute! I almost choked!” You cough, glaring up at him, flustered. “You don’t do that to a lady!”

Ari laughs, his softened cock hangs still monstrous, leaking with cum. “Lloyd and the rest you have fucked must feel ridiculous compared to my cock!” He leans down, gripping your chin between his fingers as he stares deep into your eyes. “Don’t tell me you can’t take a cock like mine, little Princess. Maybe I should stretch your holes so when your little boyfriend finally arrives, he’ll know how much of a whore his girl really is. 

You whimper, squeezing your thighs together. On the screen behind you, the brothers continue to fail, growing frustrated. Both thinking of sinking into your cunt once they finally rescue you.

would you like to follow the game? if yes, please click round 2 when the link is avaliable or if you want to start over, click start over.

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 2

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[alan-in-the-outernet]

Whoops! Feraled all the sealer's! My bad!

[arkngth]

giga late day 7 of my silly cringetober: "supernatural" ft. [crossover that nobody asked for] supe!Tangerine vs Butcher & vampire!Antonio vs vampire hunter orc!Oliver

been wanting to draw Tange n Butcher together bc theyre literally just british Antonio n Oliver to me so ^ ^ i just had to supe-ify Tange for an excuse to do so

the powers i gave him are intangibility :)) n being bulletproof, while his weakness is electricity. also had to design a superhero suit for him :3c thats why it took a little longer(and bc i did 2 whole drawings lol)

i based the design of his suit off Kick-Ass(for maybe obvious reasons) and Tracer's 'cadet oxton' skin. didnt realize i accidentally gave Tange a similar ability to hers(except she's time-based) until i was designing the suit n thought abt her lmao

[ddejavvu]

nah bc jealous bodyguard!tan lives in my head rent free. this man can’t do anything when you’re in public but as soon as he’s behind closed doors he is reminding you that he’s ya man and that no one makes you feel as good as he makes you feel

this post is 18+, minors dni.

mmm he's relentless. he's a tease, and honestly he likes that you make him jealous. it keeps him on his toes, and he likes the way that you lead people on just to piss him off. because once he gets you behind closed doors he gets to show you how much better he is than all of those people you were flirting with, gets to show you how perfectly he knows you and your body, and gets to show you that no matter what you do, or who you pursue, he'll always be better for you <3

[skeletoninthemelonland]

GOOD TIME TO REMIND YOU ALL THAT SPRINGDAD IS BRAZILIAN!!!!

[starflungwaddledee]

wait, since kirby has been manipulated mentored by galacta to be more cold- hearted, how does he react to affection in this state? (hugs, sharing, etc.)

cw for abusive manipulation tactics. like.. mind games. just in case. this response is a little dark just by merit of it being about psychological manipulation through lying, so take care.

kirby is as affectionate and loving as ever! he actually adores galacta knight, who stole the existing trust and familial affection kirby already felt for meta knight when they switched places.

there's a line in the another dimension fight comic, where galacta knight says "he's my family now, as he could have been yours.", and he means this truly. where meta knight was always a little stoic and guarded with his feelings, galacta knight is quick and easy with affection when it suits him, and reaps the rewards instantly

but what he does is targeted. if he were going after someone else (like bandee or dedede) he'd use a different tactic. kindness only works this well because kirby is so isolated and lonely, and craves it so desperately

this is super important i think; his core traits are the same as always. kirby is a good little guy!

he wants to be a hero. he wants to have friends and have a fun time and keep the people he loves safe. he wants to be good and to do the right thing with all his heart, it's just that what is "good" and "the right thing" is being purposefully warped around him

maybe it's good to act pre-emptively to prevent a war with the nation in the clouds, especially when they acted aggressively first.

maybe it's good to seek out and squash any trace of dark matter before it can infect anyone else, even if it's currently harmless.

maybe it's good to put that clearly possessed person out of their misery on sight, so they don't have to suffer anymore, because you couldn't save them anyway, right?

for bandee, who becomes aware this is happening, it's heart-breaking to watch. but he can't confide in kirby, because galacta knight's claws are too deep in him. also he will not put the pressure on kirby to keep a secret that could get them all killed

all he can do is try to be there to keep kirby safe, and hope he can reverse the wish before kirby crosses a threshold of misery or ruthlessness they cannot get him back from

[of-many-fandomss]

Guess who loves mafia!au’s?? *raises hand* I do! Send in some requests :)

[little-tangerines]

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Nicotine & Tangerines | Carmandy | Chapter Three

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Chapter Summary: Picnics are a wonderful way to spend time together and bond, and it's a deciding factor for Mandy. Carmy and Richie meet the brigade of Milkoviches, including Ian, and another romance begins to blossom too. Between her and Carmy becoming closer, and finally catching up with her family, Mandy decides maybe it's time she actually move back to Chicago. | Carmy Berzatto x Mandy Milkovich — The Bear x Shameless Crossover (part of my Shameless Bear Universe!)

Content Tags: a little bit of Lip slander (i'm sorry), very brief Claire mention, Mickey being Mickey... actually all of the Milkoviches being Milkoviches, mentions of Mikey's death. also Carmy eating pussy like he's starving + fingering okay bye

Important Info: at this point, Ian and Mickey are living in the Gallagher house. Debs and Sandy are currently broken up. Macie and Carl are not an item yet. also Lip and Tami's second child is mentioned. okay? okay!

Quick A/N: yes i am aware that according to the shameless wiki that Mandy's full name is Amanda but given that Mickey's is Mikhailo it didn't make sense to me or Capri (plus a few others) and Capri gave me the name Amaliya! thanks bae<3

Chapter Three: Don't Embarrass Me, Motherfucker

Word Count: 3k

"Okay, your turn," Carmy said.

They were both laying across a blanket in a secluded area of a park. Carmy had made basically a gourmet picnic for a date with Mandy. Delicately crafted finger sandwiches on homemade bread, carrot slices cut into different intricate shapes, homemade potato chips, green grapes, and chocolate dipped strawberries. To top it all off, Carmy had packed a bottle of wine that Mikey had apparently been saving— a 1995 red wine from Italy. Nobody knew why Mikey was saving it exactly, there was no note, no significant dates or anything, so Carmy decided it'd be the perfect thing to bring on his picnic date with Mandy.

"Okay, um..." Mandy hummed, popping a grape into her mouth. "Why's your nickname Bear?"

"Well, the way my last name is pronounced, yknow, Berzatto," Carmy started. "And Mikey always treated us siblings like a pack of bears, me, him, and Sugar. Strong, smart, protective of our own... but also ridiculously introverted."

Mandy giggled a little at Carmy's explanation. "I guess that does make you like a bear."

He smiled softly, shrugging a little as he took a strawberry to eat. "Yeah, they usually called me that the most... still do. Richie does too, so do the fuckin' Faks."

"I still have yet to meet more than Neil," She grinned, poking Carmy's shoulder.

"Oh my god, trust me, you don't want to," Carmy laughed, rolling his eyes.

"Trust me, if there's as many Faks as Milkoviches, I'm sure I'll survive!" Mandy giggled a little, rolling her eyes too. "Okay, it's your turn again."

"Alright, alright," He laughed before starting to think. "What's Mandy short for? My guess is Amanda."

"Wrong," Mandy smirked. "It's short for Amaliya."

Carmy raised his eyebrow, intrigue sparkling in his eyes as he tilted his head like a curious puppy. God, he was so cute.

"When Mick 'n I started school, nobody could pronounce my name correctly. Everything from Amelia to Amanda to Emily, and I just decided one day that I liked the sound of Mandy," She explained. "Mickey's is short for Mikhailo, some teachers struggled with that too but not as badly as mine."

"I like that name, Amaliya," Carmy murmured softly. "But Mandy definitely suits you. Both names do."

"Yeah?" Mandy asked with a little smile. "Thanks."

"Okay, um, it's your turn again," He hummed after a moment of silence, smiling a little at her again.

She let out a thoughtful hum, taking a bite of a chocolate covered strawberry for herself. "Where was your favourite place to go? Like, of all your cooking adventures."

"Copenhagen," Carmy answered immediately. "It's just... it's so beautiful there, yknow? It's beautiful, and... it was peaceful. I felt like... anything was possible there. I also kinda liked staying on the boat."

"That's really beautiful," Mandy smiled softly. "Yknow, I've never actually been there."

"I'd love to take you— I mean, um, like, s-someday—" Carmy stammered.

Oh, the smile on Mandy's face only grew wider. That was so sweet.

"That sounds... really wonderful," She smiled softly. "Nicest place Lip ever took me was one of those Pizza Huts with the salad bar. We had to dine 'n dash."

"This, uh, Lip guy... he sounds like... he was a real piece of work," Carmy commented.

"Tell me about it," Mandy groaned, laying back on the blanket. "I know I wasn't perfect, I mean... I know I'm not fucking perfect. But it's like... nothing I ever did was good enough for him. I plagiarized fucking essays to try and get him into college cus he was being a stubborn ass. Yknow what he did in college? Fucked his professor."

"He fucked his professor?" Carmy asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, Ian told me all about what a fuckin' disaster it was," Mandy groaned. "But, enough about that. I doubt you'll ever meet him, Mickey said his baby mama's trying to get him to movie to Milwaukee."

"Who the fuck wants to live in Milwaukee?" He asked, scrunching up his nose.

That made Mandy laugh loudly. "Apparently this Tami chick."

Huh. That name sounded... strangely familiar, a name Claire had mentioned a few times, maybe? Who knew.

┈

After they'd packed up, Carmy went to the restaurant to get some prep done at the restaurant, and Mandy went to meet up with Richie.

"So, why'd you wanna meet me, sweetheart?" Richie asked, lighting up a cigarette as he and Mandy sat on the balcony of her hotel suite.

"I don't... wanna get paid to be Carmy's companion anymore," Mandy muttered softly.

Richie's eyes went wide as he listened to her words. She what? "What did he fuckin' say to you? I swear to fuckin'—"

"No, no, no!" She dismissed quickly. "You're misunderstanding! I don't wanna get paid anymore cus I just... I like him. I... like him enough to wanna give up the whole escorting thing altogether."

Richie quickly calmed down, and couldn't help smiling just a little bit at that. "Y'like him, huh? Well, uh... that's... that's real sweet. I gotta say, wasn't expectin' that. Carmy can be... a little bit of a pain in the ass."

Mandy laughed softly, shaking her head. "I think he's... sweet. In his own way."

"Well, I'll stop payin' ya after this week. Sound fair?" He asked, holding out his hand to shake on it.

"Sounds fair," Mandy smiled softly, shaking Richie's hand. "Man... I guess I gotta start looking for an apartment."

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A few days later, Mandy had arranged for her siblings, plus Sandy and Ian, to come to The Bear to finally see her and catch up... and maybe for a soft launch of Carmy as well, even though they weren't anything official.

Mickey, Sandy, and Macie had kept a surprise from Mandy as well— Molly had finally gotten away from her mother for good, and was now sharing a place with Macie for the time being.

They'd arrived there early so Mandy could introduce everybody to Richie, and maybe Carmy if he wasn't too busy. Thankfully, all the Milkoviches, and Ian, cleaned up quite nicely.

"Oh my god— you guys didn't tell me you were bringing Molly!" Mandy gasped as the group arrived, hugging her second youngest sister first. "Holy shit."

"Well, it would've ruined the fuckin' surprise!" Mickey blurted out, crossing his arms.

Mandy laughed softly, rolling her eyes before she hugged Mickey, then everybody else. "I missed everybody."

Macie clung to the hug the longest and tightest, having missed her older sister greatly. "I missed you a lot."

"Missed you too, kiddo," Mandy muttered as she hugged Macie back.

Mandy hugged Ian tightly when Macie finally let her go, finding comfort in seeing her best friend after so many years.

"Good to see ya," He murmured as he gave her a little squeeze.

"You too," She murmured. "I'm gonna assume, um... someone doesn't know I'm back in Chicago?"

"Yeah, um, no... he has no idea. He's a little too preoccupied with Tami and the kids," Ian muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Kids? Plural?" Mandy asked, clearly astounded.

"Yeah! Freddie and Kimmie... Freddie's older, and Kimmie's almost a year old," He nodded. "It's kinda weird, watching him be a dad to his own actual kids instead of like Debs, and Carl, and Liam..."

"Well, speaking of those three, I'll have to come see them sometime," Mandy muttered with a soft smile.

"Sandy would've brought Debbie, but they're broken up, again," Macie groaned, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, shut the fuck up," Sandy bit back. "You would've invited Carl if you'd ever grow a pair and admit you liked him."

"Fuck you!" Macie whined.

"Okay! Okay, remember, this is a nice restaurant, so try to tone down the Milkovichness by at least like... fifty percent. Can you do that?" Mandy asked.

"First of all, fuck you," Mickey stated bluntly. "Second of all, yes we can."

After all the greetings and conversations were out of the way, Mandy finally brought everybody inside. Richie awaited them with a large grin on his face.

"So, this must be the big family I've been hearin' about, huh?" He laughed to Mandy.

Mandy nodded with a soft laugh, then pointed everybody out as she introduced them. "This is my older brother Mickey, my little sisters Molly and Macie, my cousin Sandy, and Mickey's husband who is also my best friend, Ian!" She then gestured to Richie afterwards. "Guys, this is Richie."

Richie struggled to keep himself together when he laid eyes on the tallest Milkovich— Molly, the gorgeous blonde that towered even a few inches above Mandy, especially with both of them wearing heels. He cleared his throat, then shook hands with each of them, including Ian.

"Well, right this way," Richie said with a polite smile, gesturing for the group to follow him to their table. He and Mandy had arranged for them to have that table all night— The Bear could sacrifice it just this once.

"Thanks, Richie," Mandy smiled softly as everybody sat down.

Part of her debated going to see Carmy on her own before he was bombarded with the many Milkoviches— the restaurant wasn't gonna be open for another little bit, so it's not like she didn't have time. But, it was too late, because there was Carmy, poking his head out of the kitchen door.

"Mandy!" He muttered, a little smile gracing his lips as he approached the table.

"Oh boy," Mandy thought to herself as Carmy got closer. She could already sense the look on her family's faces when they saw him, she had entirely failed to mention the... similarities he and Lip shared.

Carmy looked at the five dumbfounded faces next to Mandy, then looked at her with a little laugh. "You didn't tell them, did you?"

"Didn't tell us that you look damn near identical to my older brother?" Ian asked. "No, no she did not."

"So, funny story, the first time I met him I took out my switchblade cus I thought Lip was playing some kind of sick joke on me," Mandy confessed with an awkward laugh.

"Classic," Mickey laughed. He took another look at Carmy, a long look.

"It's not polite to stare, Mick," Macie scolded, nudging her older brother with her elbow.

"This is fuckin' weird, I think I'm allowed to stare!" Mickey fired back, crossing his arms over his chest. He kept eyes on Carmy, making him shift uncomfortably.

"Okay, Mickey, that's enough," Mandy muttered. "You're gonna freak him out."

"No, no, um, I'm sure it's... weird..." Carmy muttered. "I look like the guy who hurt his little sister. I'm sure if Sugar had started seeing someone who looked like one of her high school exes, I'd be freaking out too."

"Sugar?" Mickey questioned.

"Oh, um, my sister," Carmy answered in a soft voice, smiling a little.

"Hey, Mick, did you know this place used to be The Beef? And Carmy's brother owned it?" Mandy told him, hoping to maybe change the subject slightly.

"What?! No fuckin' way!" Mickey responded, looking at his sister in disbelief, then back at Carmy.

"Yeah, um, Mikey was my brother... Mandy said one time you guys came here and he gave you guys some food on the house," Carmy mentioned with a prideful smile. He knew his brother had his issues, but he could be a pretty stand up guy, especially to kids who grew up rough.

"That's so fuckin' cool!" Mickey exclaimed.

"Jesus, Mick, calm down," Ian laughed softly.

"So, where's he now? Your brother?" Mickey asked Carmy curiously.

"Oh, um... he... he passed away..." Carmy muttered softly, lowering his head for a moment.

"Ah, shit... I'm... I'm sorry..." Mickey stammered awkwardly.

"We all miss him," Richie piped up finally, having been listening to the conversation and being entertained by the previously shocked Milkovich faces.

"He seemed like a cool guy," Mickey commented. "Hot too."

"Mickey!" Ian and Mandy simultaneously scolded.

Mandy looked at Carmy with an apologetic expression written all over her face— but he was smiling. He was laughing. He liked her family.

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The family lingered in the restaurant shortly after close, and of course, Mickey had to pipe up once more.

"So, we gonna talk about the big ass elephant in the room?" He asked.

"What are you talking about?" Mandy groaned.

"You've got a fuckin' type!" He exclaimed.

"I do not have a type!" She defended.

"Kinda seems like you have a type," Ian commented.

Mandy put her face in her hands, letting out a frustrated groan. "Okay, I get it, he kinda looks like Lip, but they could not be more different. Carmy's... he's so much softer. Trust me, when you get to know him... they're very different."

"Does he drink?" Ian asked curiously.

"Rarely, social, only if he's up to it, mostly for special occasions," Mandy muttered. "And he just quit smoking a few weeks ago. Trying to convince me to do the same."

"Yeah fuckin' right, you've been smoking since you were like 10!" Mickey laughed.

"So have you, asshole!" She commented with an eye roll. "Seriously guys, I... I really, really like him."

Mickey sighed a little bit, then put his arm around his sister, giving her a gentle squeeze. "Alright... I get it," He muttered. "But I hope you know that if he hurts you, he's dead. Just cus you've gotten classier don't mean I have."

"We'll help hide the body! Right Molls?" Macie commented before nudging Molly, who nodded in agreement.

Mandy giggled a little bit, poking Mickey in the ribs. "Thank you."

After that, Carmy and Richie both came out of the kitchen, each seeming like they were about ready to head out.

"Okay, I love you guys, we'll hang out again soon, promise," Mandy said with a little smile, sliding out of the booth to sidle up beside Carmy, who led her out of the restaurant.

As Ian and the other Milkoviches got ready to head out, Richie stopped Molly before she headed to the door.

"Um, y'can say no if y'think this is... weird... or y'think I'm a creepy old man or somethin'..." He started nervously, eye level with the tall blonde in her heels. "But would... would you wanna grab a coffee or somethin' sometime?"

Molly smiled a little in surprise, quickly taking out her phone and handing it to Richie to put his number in. "Sure. Sounds nice."

"Oh Christ," Mickey groaned.

"Leave her alone, she's well over 18 and she can date who she wants," Ian scolded.

"No! No, not that. Just another one of my sisters goin' for one of these near yuppie motherfuckers—" Mickey was quickly cut off.

"Actually, grew up on the south side myself, and helped Mikey run The Beef back in the day. I just wasn't gonna leave this whole buildin' to Carmy," Richie commented with a grin. "Ain't no fuckin' yuppies here except for the customers sometimes."

Mickey looked a little taken aback. "Cool. Okay then."

Molly giggled a little bit, shaking her head. "Night, Richie. I'll text you."

"Night, sweetheart," Richie muttered with a little grin as the group left the restaurant. Mentally, he was celebrating.

┈

Once more, Carmy whisked Mandy back to his tiny, denim clad apartment.

"So, my family didn't scare you too much?" She asked, tone laced with a hint of nervousness.

"Not at all, actually," He reassured, giving a little smile since he could hear the nerves. "I thought they were a riot. Your brother seems, um... very..."

"Shameless?" Mandy laughed. "No filter?"

"Yes, that," Carmy laughed too, nodding a little. "Exactly."

As they shared the laughter, they managed to get to the couch where they both took a seat. Mandy turned her head, smiling at Carmy.

"You're a really great guy, yknow that?"

Carmy looked a little surprised at that statement. "Really? I don't... always feel like one."

"Well, I think you are, if that counts for anything," She muttered softly.

"No, um, i-it definitely does..." He nodded, looking down for a moment before his eyes met hers again. "I just... guess I'm not so used to hearin' that these days."

Mandy gently reached out, cupping Carmy's cheek while running a thumb over his cheekbone. "As long as I'm around, I'm gonna make sure you know it."

The moment of eye contact lingered, Carmy felt as if his heart were fucking soaring. How was this girl real? Even after everything he'd found out she had gone through, she was still so sweet towards him.

He didn't even know the half of what she'd gone through yet though. And what made him, his gentleness, so special to her.

After the lingering moment, Carmy found himself leaning in, he planted his lips on Mandy's in a gentle kiss. Honestly, his gentle nature towards her was such a refreshing perspective than almost every other man she'd encountered in her life.

Of course, that wasn't to say Carmy was always gentle, and she was quickly learning that— after the kiss got more heated, the pair soon found themselves in a different position. Mandy's panties were long gone, Carmy was kneeling in front of the couch, and he was about to display his other talents.

Mandy had received good head before, sure, but good lord, Carmy was eating her cunt like it was his last fucking meal. His tongue worked its magic, from her leaking entrance all the way to her aching clit.

"Oh, fuck, Carm—" She whimpered. Her long, slender fingers laced through his curls and latching onto them.

Carmy was completely focused on the task at hand. Two tattooed fingers slipped into her weepy hole, almost immediately curling against that sweet spot, making her clench around them. His expert tongue kept working on and teasing her clit all the while, thank god she was sitting because she was getting weak in the fucking knees.

"F-Fuck, Carm, 'm gonna—" Mandy warned between strangled whimpers.

Carmy's mouth, chin, and fingers were completely soaked. He looked up from her thighs with a grin before sucking her slick from his digits.

Mandy panted, letting her head fall back for a moment as she caught her breath.

"You good?" He asked softly, gentle demeanor returning once more.

She nodded slowly, then looked at Carmy with a little smile. "Do it again."

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