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Matchmaker | LN4
lando norris x fem!reader, background lestappen
summary: you try getting involved in max and charles' love lives, and it turns out they're also trying to get involved in yours
At the age of 21 years old, you joined McLaren after becoming a champion in all the junior categories. This made you the first woman in modern F1, and the first woman in several decades. And if people thought that Lando had a lot of energy, they had not met you yet.
Now that your rookie season was halfway done with, you've learned two important things. 1) Lando was very easy to get along with and 2) Max and Charles were certainly in love.
There were a couple times when you had been on the podium with them, and of course you loved being on the podium, but having to third wheel that pair would drive anyone insane.
So, when you got back from the summer break, you decided to make it your mission to get them together. Step 1 was telling Lando about your plans.
"Landooo!" you called out as you saw him walking in the paddock up ahead, running to catch up with him.
"Hey, Y/n/n," he greeted you with a handshake.
"I have a plan," you said devilishly.
"Shit, that can never be good."
"Hey! Hear me out. So, Charles and Max, you know?"
"Who? I've never heard of those people in my life," he said sarcastically.
"Ooookay, I could do without the attitude, thanks. Anyways, I'm sure you've noticed how in love with each other they are. Like hello? They literally scream 'enemies to lovers' trope. You know what I mean? I just need to find a way to get them to confess their undying love for each other."
Lando's eyes widened and he looked around, making sure that no one was listening before pulling you to the side.
"Oh—jeez, so, you in?"
"The entire grid has been trying to get them together for years, you think that you'll be able to do it?"
"Yeah, obviously, but I'll need a sidekick that's why I'm telling you, so...?"
He sighed. "Alright, tell me your ideas."
"Yes!"
"But I'm not your sidekick, we're partners in crime, okay?"
"Sure, sure. Anyways, step 1 of 'el plan' is to just subtly start mentioning Max or Charles when in conversation with the other. Get them in each others brains, you know? Like 'Oh Max was saying how he hopes for rain.'
Then, step 2, we start mentioning things that they've said about each other. 'Hey Max, Charles was saying how he always loves his on track battles with you the most,' stuff like that. Then we have to start interrogating them about their love life so they can hopefully admit their feelings. That's all I got so far."
Lando nodded, deep in thought. "Okay, this could work, this could work."
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Charles won in Monza, with Max and yourself completing the podium. While you were getting your interview done, the two of them seemed to be locked in their "debrief".
"Am I the only one who's noticed all the chemistry between her and Lando?" Max asked.
"You're definitely not the only one, mate. Being in a press conference with those two is unbearable."
"Ugh, yes, like just kiss already. I'm glad I'm not going crazy. We need to do something about it, get them to confess their feelings."
"I agree," Charles replied, staring into Max's eyes.
~~~~~~~~~~
Later, they were in the press conference room, waiting for it to start, and Max and Charles were chatting away.
Y/n: MATE
Y/n: HELP
Y/n: I CAN'T TAKE THIS THIRD WHEELING
Landhoe: you can't complain you got a podium
Y/n: i actually can complain, i've suffered too much
Landhoe: you like seeing them together, don't lie.
You grinned at that, then glanced up from your phone to see Max and Charles looking at you.
"Who you texting?" Max asked.
"Just Lando," you shrugged, confused as Charles and Max gave each other a look.
"You guys seem to be getting along well, no?" Charles asked.
"Uh yeah, I guess. It helps that we're both pretty similar."
"Yes, yes, very similar," Max nodded, and you raised your eyebrow, side-eyeing them.
"Anyway, you guys have anyone special in your life, yet?" you asked.
The smirk on Max's face faltered as he glanced at Charles for a millisecond before looking back to her.
"No, not yet, mate."
"Me neither," Charles added.
You hummed. "Hm, okay."
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In Suzuka, Lando and you were talking while walking towards the driver's parade.
"So I'm going to talk to Charles and you're going to talk to Max, sounds good?"
"Yup, I know the plan," Lando confirmed.
"Great, we'll debrief after the race."
You spotted Charles and quickly ran up next to him before someone else could start a conversation with him.
"Hey, Charlie! Congrats on your podium in Singapore!"
"Thanks, mate."
"Man, it's crazy how fast the season flew by, it seems like just yesterday I was a scared little rookie rolling up in Bahrain. Anyway, I was hoping to get your advice on something," you said, trying not to bring up the topic too suddenly.
"Yeah, of course, go ahead."
"Okay, well, let's say hypothetically in a situation where you like someone, but you're not sure if they like you back, and you don't want to say anything because it could ruin your friendship and it would be awkward because you have to see them for the majority of the year, what would you do?" you asked, trying to gauge his feelings about potentially confessing his feelings.
Charles glanced somewhere behind you, and you didn't want to look but you would've bet a million bucks that it was at Max.
"Well, if you're feeling like that person even just maybe likes you back, I say go for it. You wouldn't want to waste precious time that you could be spending together because you were too scared."
"So you're saying that if you like someone, you should just go for it?" you confirmed.
"Yeah."
"Interesting..." you rubbed your chin, then turned to look at Max behind you.
Meanwhile, Lando and Max were deep in conversation.
"What would you think if two of the drivers started dating? Cause some of these people have some real chemistry," Lando asked, trying to seem nonchalant.
Max shrugged. "I mean, yeah, some of us have known each other since our childhoods. I wouldn't be surprised if some crushes have developed. It's not my business, but I don't mind. It would be interesting, though."
"What about Charles and Pierre?" Lando egged on, waiting for a reaction.
He watched in satisfaction as Max's eyes turned a shade darker and his jaw clenched. "Nah, I don't see it. But you and Y/n seem to be getting awfully close."
Lando couldn't help the blush that painted his cheeks. He tried to say something but was at a loss for words, mouth gaping like a fish. Max started snickering.
"We're just friends," he finally stuttered out.
"Alright, if you say so."
Lando sighed, turning away in disappointment. That did not go according to plan.
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Max won the race, and because the McLaren was good in the high speed corners, Lando finished 2nd and yourself 3rd.
You and Lando hugged as soon as you got out of your cars.
"Wohoooo! Let's go!" you cheered as you both ran to the fence of McLaren workers.
You got done with the interview and was the first one in the cooldown room. You had put your helmet down on the platform and was drinking your water. You heard the others entering and turned around, bumping into Lando.
"Oh, shit!" you exclaimed as you dropped your water bottle.
You both bent down to grab it, causing your hands to touch and both of you to pause. Lando then grabbed you bottle and you both stood up, staring into each others' eyes for a couple seconds before you snapped out of it and moved to grab your water bottle.
"Thanks," you said quietly.
Lando was still looking at you, before quickly saying, "You're welcome."
You noticed Max watching you and the camera on you, so you cleared your throat and moved around Lando to sit on one of the chairs.
"That was a good overtake, in the beginning," you commented to Max, trying to diffuse the awkwardness.
Before the conference, Max was quick to get on his phone.
Max: Holy shit, I have so much to tell you about Lando and Y/n
Max: You should come to my hotel room tonight
Max: I think we're in the same hotel
Charles: I have stuff to tell you too. What time?
Max: Does after dinner, 9:00 work?
Charles: That's perfect
Max: Great, my room is 1633
Charles: See you then ;)
And for some reason Max felt like a giddy schoolgirl at the thought of Charles coming to his hotel room.
You and Lando kept stealing glances at each other whenever the other wasn't looking, and it was so frustrating.
Later, when it was just around 9:00, Max waited (im)patiently for Charles to knock on his door, and he jumped when he finally heard the noise, getting up to let him in. Charles walked in nervously.
"We can sit on the couch," Max commented, and Charles quickly situated himself on one end, and Max on the other.
"Ok, you go first," Max urged.
"Well Y/n came up to me during the driver's parade and she was talking about 'hypothetically' liking something but not doing anything about it because it could ruin their friendship. So of course I told her she should just go for it, and then she looked at Lando."
"Oh my God. Lando came up to me during the driver's parade and asked what I would think if two drivers started dating each other, and I said something about how close him and Y/n were, and he blushed. And then in the cool down room, they bumped into each other which made Y/n drop her water bottle, and when they both reached down to pick it up they touched hands. Then they just stared at each other for like 5 fucking seconds."
"Jesus, what is going on with them."
"I know right, like holy fuck just make out already! I'm sick of their pining."
Max shifted on the couch, causing his foot to touch Charles' leg.
"Anyway, want to watch a movie?" Max asked, and Charles nodded eagerly.
And that's how they ended up in the pitch dark, a bowl of microwaved popcorn in between them, some racing movie on the television.
They both reached for the popcorn at the same time, causing their hands to touch, and both of them snapped their heads to look at each other.
They stared at each other, eyes flickering down to each other's lips...until the sound of Max's phone ringing caused them both to jump apart.
"Jesus!" Max exclaimed, quickly silencing his phone, and they reluctantly turned back to the movie, moment ruined.
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A couple weeks passed until they were in Qatar. Max and Charles hadn't spoken to each other, and there was minimal communication between you and Lando.
Max would be starting the race on pole, then Lando, you, and Charles.
As the race went on, it seemed like that would be the finishing order, until halfway through Max started having braking issues. Lando caught up, overtaking Max for the lead, and you did the same a few laps later.
The rest of the race, Max had adapted to the issue but still had slow pace because of it, which left him defending against Charles.
The race ended in that order, Lando taking his first win.
"YEAHHH!!! LET'S FUCKING GO BABY! WOOHOOOOOO!!!" Lando cheered.
They parked up in front of the podium boards. Lando opened his visor, got out of his car and stood on it, holding up his pointer finger and pumped his fist in celebration, fireworks going off in the background in the dark sky.
You quickly got out of your car and removed your helmet, going straight to Lando.
"You did it! You fucking did it! I'm so proud of you!" you told him as you pulled him in for a hug.
He stared at you for a second when you let go, then immediately removed his helmet, putting a hand on your waist, pulling you closer and connecting your lips together.
You were stunned for a second, before placing your hand on his cheek and deepening the kiss. Everything around you guys went still, like only the two of you existed. You eventually pulled away and could hear the booming of fireworks, the cheers from the crowd, and the whistles from the McLaren team a few feet away. You both blushed as you came to your senses.
"I really fucking like you," Lando breathed out, slightly winded from the kiss.
"I would hope so, after that," you teased, before pulling him in for another kiss.
Max stood by his team, watching the pair from a far, his jaw dropped.
"Fucking finally," Max sighed.
But then he glanced behind him and spotted Charles walking to the FIA garage to get weighed, and an irresistible urge overcame him.
He followed Charles into the garage and grabbed his arm, dragging him behind one of the curtains.
"Did you see that! They finally—"
Charles was cut off as Max crashed their lips together.
"I think I've been wanting to do that for a long time," Max admitted when they pulled away.
"I've been wanting to do that since I pushed you off the track in karting," Charles smiled, and Max smiled back, kissing him again.
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a/n: i never intended to publish this anywhere but here i am. i literally never write written romance like this so this is really cringe and i cringed while writing it but enjoy ig. if you have any suggestions though please tell me!!
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unforgettable - choi san x fem!reader
🧡 pairing: choi san x fem!reader
🧡 warnings: angst, reader and san are married with a son, possible mispelling of korean words for "mom" and "dad" (so sorry! please leave feedback in the comments), fluff, separation
🧡 summary: san kinda fucked up. you're still married but not totally convinced he can balance work and your family. you sent him away for a few weeks, but he can't live with that. you're unforgettable, and he'll do anything to get his family back together.
🧡 a/n: this is 100% inspired by the movie "obsessed" with beyonce and idris lmao. but there is absolutely NO cheating involved. or any mentions of cheating. only inspired by one scene lmao. iykyk. plus second-chance romance always hits different.
hope you guys enjoy! 😚
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"bubble, are you ready? daddy's here at the door!" you call into the house, angling your body away from your husband.
"i'm coming, mommy!" jun shouts, little footsteps echoing around in the background. you can tell he's in the toy room, trying to grab even more things than what you've already placed in his weekend bags.
"you look gorgeous, honey." the honesty in san's voice makes your heart flutter. but, you can't bring yourself to show it.
"okay, san," you mutter, trying to keep the grin off of your face. but, he knows you well. even if he can't see your face right now, he hopes his comment had some effect on you. because he really does mean it.
when you finally face him, emotion swirls in your chest. simply put, he looks good as hell. standing on your doorstep, the sunlight melts into his golden skin, accentuating his beauty. he's wearing his hair in your favorite style, obviously intentional. no one should look this sexy in a simple black shirt with jeans, but choi san always finds a way.
and it's hard for you to miss the wedding band still firmly in place on his left hand. you don't even realize you're smiling. but, of course, san does.
"you know it's my birthday on saturday, right?"
"you've only mentioned it a thousand times."
"have dinner with me?"
it's the same request you've heard repeatedly. but, he really is making more of an effort. san has always been a loving father and husband, but your marriage is in a rough spot right now.
before this comeback with ateez, he promised you that he'd make more of an effort to balance work and your family. but, the final straw was when he missed your son's piano recital. he's only five, but you'll never forget the disappointment on his little face when he saw san's empty chair.
so, you'd told him that you'd had enough. it might seem a little dramatic, but you needed to make a point. it's been three weeks since then. he's been staying with wooyoung. for san, every day has been torture. he wonders if you feel the same.
you're lost in thought when the soft patter of jun's footsteps get closer.
"omma, i'm ready!" his excited squeal makes your heart burst. you turn around to scoop him up, planting him on your hip. you try to close the door on san, but he sticks his boot in the way. with a little grunt, you face him again, cradling your son.
"hi junebug! you've gotten even bigger since yesterday!" san exclaims, prompting a giggle from your son.
you love the way they light up in front of each other. the love between them is palpable. you've never once questioned his love for you or your son. but sometimes love isn't enough.
"hi appa!" his squishy arms reach for his father, who smoothly takes him from you. san's touch leaves gooesbumps on your skin, which makes pride swirl in his chest. no one could ever deny the chemistry between the two of you.
"i'll be right back. let me go grab his bags," you explain, turning to walk back into the house.
you feel san's eyes on you. he's talking animatedly with your son, but it's impossible to ignore the way he shamelessly checks you out. you smirk to yourself, retreating further into your shared home.
okay, so maybe you wore this outfit on purpose. but, who can really blame you? after all, you don't want your marriage to end. but you want him to make some real changes. wearing his favorite sundress might be a little over the top, but who gives a damn. a little tease never hurt anyone. judging from the way his eyes roamed all over you, it's safe to say san doesn't mind.
making your way back towards the door, you struggle to hold all of the bags. your son always insists on bringing so many toys with him, even if he's only staying with his dad for a few days,
"hold on champ, let me help mommy," he murmurs, placing your son down. both of them make their way over to you, san smoothly grabbing everything. your son looks a little pouty, always wanting to prove his strength.
"appa, i can help too," he whines, tugging on san's denim.
"i know, buddy. but, i want you to have your arms free to give omma a hug," he explains. this time you're unable to keep the fond smile off of your face.
"c'mere june bug," you hum, sweeping him into a bear hug. you press several kisses on his squishy cheeks, delighting in his happy little squeals.
"i love you, bubble," you whisper, trying to fight the wobble in your lip. san's heart breaks a little bit. he knows neither of you will ever be able to get used to this. and he doesn't want you to. it's just more motivation to get his family back together.
you hug jun tightly before lowering him back to the ground, leading him and san towards the door.
"he'll be back before you know it." the warmth in san's voice makes you smile. he always knows what to say when you need it most.
"i know. i'm just a big crybaby," you whisper, not wanting jun to notice your sadness.
"no. you're just a great mom," he answers honestly, locking eyes with you. it's a direct hit, cracking through the tough exterior you try to put up around san. but maybe you don't want to anymore.
"c'mon bud, let me get you buckled in." san turns his attention to your son, heading out towards the suv he arrived in.
you stand at the door, watching your son babble to his father, likely filling him in on everything he got up to in the last 24 hours. san nods along enthusiastically, hanging on his every word. he puts the bags in the trunk, freeing up his hands to strap jun into the car seat. he jogs to the front seat, turning the car and ac on, before he lets jun's window down.
"bye omma!" his little voice carries across the yard. you make a show of blowing a kiss to him, which he grabs and holds near his heart. you wave and turn your attention to san before the waterworks start again.
to your suprise, he's jogging over to you, one hand behind his back. when he stops in front of you, he reveals a beautiful bouquet of flowers, a small white note sticking out the top of it.
"um?"
"beautiful flowers for my beautiful lady." his shameless flirting makes your cheeks heat up again, feeling like a school girl with a crush. instead of responding, you reach for the note.
have dinner with me? don't make the birthday boy eat alone.
you don't hide your smile this time, looking up to see the bright blush on his cheeks.
"bribing me with your birthday now?"
"you're the only gift i want."
you forget how to breathe for a second, the seriousness in his tone takes you back. regaining your composure, you respond with a curt nod.
"i'll have dinner with you, san" you state, unable to say no to him. and why should you? he really has been making more of an effort. taking off time from work to stop by and see jun (and you, of course).
he does a little victory dance, handing the flowers over to you. he's just as silly as ever, and you can't help but giggle at his antics.
"so, i'll pick you up saturday at 8?"
"i'll call the sitter."
"don't sweat it. woo would die if he knew we paid someone else to watch jun." you giggle again, unable to hide your giddiness. you really do miss laughing and joking with him like this. maybe you're more excited for dinner than you're letting on.
"okay, i'll spare him. i'll see you saturday," you murmur, looking at him through your lashes. san sweeps one last glance over you, like he's committing it to memory and storing it away until he can see you again.
"i'll see you saturday, baby."
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Time Of Our Lives || Part 11
Part 11:
Liana could easily say she would pay thousands of dollars to fly home on another day. But obviously she didn't have thousands of spare dollars, and the ones who bought her the plane tickets were her parents, along with Art's parents. Of course, seating them side by side the entire way from Stanford home.
Most of the semester she managed to avoid him.
From time to time she would feel a scrutinizing gaze on her and knew it was Art, but every time she looked up to tell him to go fuck himself, their eyes didn't meet.
Now she has to spend several hours on the plane next to him, with both of them remembering the last time they flew together and she fell asleep on his shoulder. Both know she doesn’t plan on sleeping a single moment on this flight. There’s no way that in a moment of weakness, she will touch Art Donaldson by choice ever again.
Liana's leg shook uncontrollably, causing Art to sigh.
He wanted to pull out one of her earbuds and tell her she could relax and that he wouldn’t bite her (no matter how much he wanted to).
At this stage, he already thought it was ridiculous. Months have passed, and she acted as if he didn’t exist when they both knew that if they just talked about it, this horrible period would be behind them.
"I bought the snack you like with the jam." He couldn’t resist and pulled out one of her earbuds. His hand brushed her cheek for a second. If he were a stronger man, he wouldn’t have done it. But even if Art Donaldson is strong in most areas of life, he is very weak when it comes to Liana Levy.
"Can I have it back, please?" She asked with a coldness that never characterized her.
Even before Stanford, when they were younger, and she tried to make him think she didn’t want any connection to him, she wasn’t cold. She would roll her eyes, go into tantrums, and distance herself as much as she could. She was never indifferent to him.
He feared this indifference like a sheep fears a lion.
He put the earbud in her hand and left his hand on hers. She let him for a moment, and he closed his eyes, relishing the touch that lasted exactly three seconds until she recovered and moved away from him as much as she could. As if he might infect her with an incurable disease.
She took the snack he bought for her.
Because if there’s one thing to say about Liana, it's that she can't give up her manners, and even when she’s furious with him to the core, she will do this small act to please him. It made his heart ache and kept him silent for the rest of the flight.
Again, like in a déjà vu feeling, her father was waiting for them, and they got into the car.
"Liana, even if Mom acts coldly, it's not because she's angry. Okay?" Her father suddenly said, and Liana blushed. Art examined her as she shrank into her seat.
"Can we talk about this at home?" She asked quietly, embarrassed by the direction of the conversation.
"No, because Mom is at home, and Art is practically family. Right, kiddo?" Her father smiled at him through the mirror.
God, how he loved her father and the small window he opened for him into her life.
"Anyway, she almost completely fine with everything, and she even wanted to call a few days ago to ask how you were doing." Her father continued. Art didn’t know something had happened between Liana and her mother.
"How long has it been like this?" He suddenly asked, his voice much more confident when her father was in the car because he knew Liana wouldn’t complicate the situation. Especially if she’s already in some kind of fight with her mother.
"Since the day we talked about London, probably. The day Li flew back to Stanford." If her father could, he would give Art her entire life story at any given moment. He really loved Art as if he were the son he never had.
Art started connecting the dots; That’s the reason she came to him as soon as she landed that day. That’s the reason she seemed so shaken, and that’s the reason he thought she had been crying. She and her mother fought that day.
A fight big enough not to speak again for months.
And instead of supporting her and insisting on knowing what happened, Art made that day even worse.
The thought that Patrick was going to erase him from her life sharpened at that moment. He knows Patrick would’ve read the situation better. He knows Patrick wouldn’t have acted the way he did that night.
Art knows Patrick is selfish in every aspect of his life, except for Liana.
While Art happens to be the most selfish when it comes to Liana.
Despite Art’s grandmother ruining all her birthdays throughout her life, Liana loved her as if she were her own grandmother.
That’s how she found herself in a car with Art Donaldson, on the way to her nursing home. Because she couldn’t leave the country without seeing her, and Art... well, he heard about it from his parents and said he would drive her because he also wanted to see his grandmother.
And once again, only Liana knew that Art was a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
"Are we really not going to talk the whole drive?" Art asked. He was dressed nicer than usual and smiling more than usual.
On another day, Liana would have found his smile charming, but the last two weeks at home had been filled with silent fights between her and her mother, who probably wouldn’t forgive her in her lifetime. Right now, Liana wanted to wipe the smug smile off Art's face with a slap. But she wasn’t a violent person, so she simply turned up the radio and looked out the window.
"Are you planning anything for your birthday?" Art asked, turning the radio back down to its original volume.
"Tell me, is this a mental illness? Are you bipolar or something?" she retorted, only causing his dimple to become more pronounced.
"These are really concerning mood swings, I recommend you check it out and really shut up for the rest of this trip that I don’t even know why you joined. You can visit your grandma literally any other day and not with me like a psychopath." She mumbled the last part, causing Art to chuckle.
"Is it amusing to you, Arthur?" she asked, genuinely unable to read the person in front of her. A person whom just a few months ago her instincts betrayed her and made her think she knew all about him.
"It amuses me that you're trying so hard to hate me, Li, instead of taking a moment and talking to me." He said with feigned calmness.
Art knew he was getting close to the point where Liana wouldn’t be able to resist and would just spill everything that was on her mind.
He knew that from the moment it happened, it would be easier for him to deal with her. He knew that from the moment she started showing him she was angry at him and not ignoring him as if he didn’t exist, he would be able to turn things back.
Maybe not to Christmas when she was completely his, but before, when she looked at him and really saw him. When she cared for him because he was sick. When she came to some of his practices. When she was an inseparable part of his day. If she'll leave when she was at that point again, maybe Patrick won’t be able to take over what remained of her feelings for him. Maybe he'd have a chance to be in her life.
"You’re delusional." She muttered, turning up the radio again.
"You look beautiful today. All this to impress my grandmother? You know she already loves you." He turned it down again, still amused.
Liana sighed and rolled her eyes.
This was going to be a very long drive.
"Jessica, you look amazing!" Liana said and hugged Art’s grandmother.
His heart filled in a way he didn’t know it could. How did he never notice? How did he not notice how much attention Liana paid to such an important figure in his life?
And so for a few hours, they sat and played cards and Scrabble with his grandmother and her two friends, and they listened to gossip about the seniors at the nursing home. Liana was so good. So attentive. So present.
"Lia," his grandmother started when the three of them were left alone, "at your wedding, I won't be there, but say a few words about me so that Art’s grandfather hears from his grave and gets jealous." She tossed it out casually.
As if everything in this scenario was self-evident; It was clear to her they would get married, it was clear to her she wouldn't be there, and it was clear to her that her deceased husband would hear.
Art chuckled quietly, watching Liana and seeing how red she was. Even her ears had changed color.
"Don’t worry, Grandma. We’ll talk about you the whole event." If he had been less smug about everything, he would have shut up. But he couldn’t stop himself. He had to see if he could make her blush even more. If there was another button he could press to make her release what she had against him, so eventually he could get back into her life.
"When Art gets married, Jessica, you’ll be there and hold his hand. And at my wedding, you’ll be the guest of honor." Liana said, trying to steady her voice. Art chuckled. The shameless bastard just chuckled.
The look Liana shot at him would have killed any sane person. But Art didn’t consider himself very sane at that moment, and certainly not someone who feared an angry look from Liana Levy.
"She’s dismissing you, Arthur. What are you doing about it?" His grandmother looked amused by Liana’s embarrassment and Art’s feigned indifference.
"Don’t worry, Grandma, I’m on it," he smiled and hugged her.
"Lia, promise me you’ll keep calling me even when you’re far away and fall in love in Europe," Jessica looked at her with a penetrating gaze.
"Yes, Lia, promise her." Art said, causing her to look at him for a moment. At this stage, he wasn’t sure he would survive the day, but it would probably be a sweet way to die.
"Jessica. If until now I’ve called once a week, without missing, nothing will change that." Liana hugged her again, and they moved towards the car.
"You're calling my grandma once a week?" Art didn’t know this. Why didn’t anyone tell him this? He wanted to scream.
Since they were kids, Art was sure he wanted to be much closer to Liana than she wanted to be. And that was fine, he got used to the piercing looks, sarcastic words, and eye rolls.
Stanford changed that. Stanford made them equals.
They saw each other in the same way. They wanted to be close in the same way. They were in each other’s space.
For him, Liana's change happened at Stanford. The change happened this year. And then he discovered things like this. He discovered that Liana was calling his dying grandma once a week and helping her pass the time.
"Can you fucking answer me?!" He raised his voice. He didn’t want to raise his voice. But his patience for the silent treatment, his punishment, had run out. He felt like a little boy who was told to stand in the corner for four months and expected not to explode.
"Arthur-" she sounded bored when he cut her off.
"Art." He said firmly and made a sharp U-turn on the highway, driving in the opposite direction of their home.
"What the fuck?! Art! Where are you going?" she asked, a bit scared by his change in approach. He didn’t answer her and continued driving until he stopped in a place empty of people, surrounded by sand with no building in sight.
"Where are we, Art?!" she asked for the umpteenth time.
Art got out of the car and closed his eyes, breathing heavily, hearing her get out too.
"I'm not joking with you. Take me home. Now!" She crossed her arms under her chest, and he approached her, invading her personal space.
Liana managed to see his eyes up close for the first time in months. They were filled with tears. Her initial instinct was to reach out a hand to his cheek, but she restrained herself from moving. Their breathing was heavy as they examined each other. Art's first tear fell on his cheek.
Every bone in Liana's body screamed at her to hug him.
Every internal and external limb of hers burned with the need to ease his pain. But she knew he didn’t deserve it. She knew that whatever was happening now, Art deserved to feel it.
"Please, Liana." He mumbled. His voice was broken.
This wasn’t how Art planned this day. He planned to dress nicely, drive to his grandma’s, remind Liana of all the things he was good at. Remind her that he was much more kind than he was mean.
Instead, he was crying.
Instead, he was looking at her and realizing that in a few days she would leave, and maybe he would never feel the same way for anyone else. Maybe he didn’t want to feel all these emotions for anyone else. Maybe only with Liana could he feel so much.
Art slowly dropped to his knees.
Not taking his eyes off Liana. Her breathing became even heavier, and her eyes filled with tears too.
She had never seen such a thing. A person willing in the middle of the street to drop to their knees before another person, while in tears.
"Art, get up..." she mumbled, wanting to look around to see that no one was coming, but afraid to take her eyes off the scene before her. Her instinct won this time, and she placed both her hands on the sides of his face, wiping away the endless tears, while Art, like an addict to the feeling, leaned into the warm and gentle touch with his eyes closed.
"Do you even know what you did to me?" she asked, and he opened his eyes, looking at her with longing. With a desire to absorb everything she had to say to him.
"You ruined me, Art Donaldson. You broke me." She said, and he stood up slowly.
"I'm sorr-" he started, and her hand found his cheek with force. Liana wasn’t a violent person. Liana is not a violent person.
"You have no right to ask for forgiveness." She stated. "That was the first time I slept with someone, Art." Her voice sounded like the cry of a wounded animal.
"Did you think about what such a formative experience would do to my sex life? Did you think about the trust issues I would have? That I would never be able to trust anyone like I trusted you?" She cried so hard she couldn’t resist his embrace while his crying intensified.
"I will never be able to behave the way I behaved with you. You used me to get back at Patrick. You used me to win a competition only you participated in." She pushed him a bit away from her, and they stood facing each other again, both trying to breathe.
After a few minutes of this, silence and piercing looks, Art dropped to his knees again, and Liana looked everywhere but at him.
With the last of her strength, she tried to resist the magnetic pull Art Donaldson has on her.
"Li, look at me." His broken voice commanded her without commanding, he couldn’t command anything for anyone. He was on his knees for her.
"You're pathetic." She said. Without blinking. She never talked like that to anyone.
All he could do was nod and hug her leg while she looked up at the sky, again with tears in her eyes, running a finger through one of his curls.
"I will be good. I promise." He said what he demanded from her every time they were intimate with each other. Their gazes crossed once more, "I will be good even when you’re not here. I will be good for you."
HEYYYYYYYYY
How are we doing with that gap of 2 days? I hope it was worth the wait.
I hope that you're not getting tired of this story yet 'cause I'm still obsessed with them all, but I don't want you guys to feel like I'm dragging the entire thing.
Patrick and Liana are going to London in the next part. Who's excited???
You're always welcome to the comments or the ask box and have a chat with me.
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#art donaldson x reader#patrick zweig x reader#art donaldson#patrick zweig#challengers fic#the time of our lives
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Dungeon Meshi Liveblog: In Which Chilchuck Begrudgingly Has Feelings for his Coworkers, and Kabru Has...Something. He Sure Has Something Going On Over There.
Before we continue, I feel I should clarify 2 things:
I've been trying, ish, to avoid spoilers for this comic, but I've watched through the Golden Country episode and more importantly I'm so bad at not reading spoiler-y but interesting- and insightful-looking analysis. So, much of this commentary isn't wholly original and any particularly genius theories of future events are likely made with actual foreknowledge.
When I said on the first post that I was starting the comic because "I need to know what happens", what I specifically meant was "I need to know how the Laios-Kabru dynamic ends up, and the general geopolitical situation, so I can accurately daydream what sort of tariffs they'll set in the kingdom of which Laios is definitely not going to be the one managing the political, economic, or social minutia."
Tariffs are going to be important, okay. They're a key way a nation-state interacts with other nation-states, especially one with rare materials to trade, powerful neighbors who want them, and the natural barrier of an ocean. Truly, every fantasy series ever should be required to have an epilogue or many an additional book/season/etc of a The West Wing-style depiction of day-to-day governance of whatever resulted from the story's climactic finale.
Okay, back to the liveblog.
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Inch resting. The manga characters, having met the Mad Mage, keep using she/her pronouns for them, where in the anime they used he/him. I assume one of these is just, like, wrong - some translation choice was made before truth was revealed later in the course of publication?
But it makes SENSE that the characters wouldn't necessarily know, at this point! The Mage's appearance is pretty gender-neutral, especially as an elf, an notably gender-ambiguous race. So the characters in the manga picked one guess and stuck with it, and the characters is the very slightly alternate timeline of the anime picked another and stuck with that!
Now: having used they/them throughout this musing and previously he/him because a) the show and b) that's what I saw in fandom, I think I'll switch to referring to the Mage with she/her pronouns now. Because A) that's how the thing I'm reading apparently will be doing it, and B) they still call her "Lord of the Dungeon", which is obviously the greatest gender option of all.
...however, the manga does keep saying "lunatic magician" rather than "Mad Mage" (caps mine), which is a TOTAL failing in drama. Always alliterate, preferably archaically.
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Orc woman: Ugh, this halffoot sucks. I'll tolerate his company only as a favor to the vegetable guy.
Orc woman after listening to Chilchuck complain about his coworkers for an hour: Nvm, this halffoot is a worthy and loyal friend of the vegetable seller, and I guess those other guys too. He's just emotionally constipated about it.
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Laios just has these soft little fond smiles sometimes and I? want to hug him?
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MY MAN IS BACK!! Kabru wink count: 1 this chapter, 4 total [updated as I read]
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Corpse Retriever: If you don't report us for trying to get you guys killed so we could collect a retrieval fee, we'll let you kill those two of our guys who are already unconscious and collect that fee yourselves. We'll just take 30% of it, for not telling on you.
Kabru, internally: Hm. Well, I'm not king of this dungeon yet, but nonetheless I feel comfortable passing and executing a just judgement upon you for your many known, presumed and planned crimes. Emphasis on 'executing.'
Kabru aloud: I accept!
Kabru: [starts killing them with a classic faint, wide-eyed smile]
What a guy. He's even holding that knife so well. Look, next he's analyzing social trends and acting ruthlessly to adjust them toward the direction of the greater good!
What a guy. Truly this is a "so my type that it's embarrassing" situation.
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I can't efficiently crop panels to show all this, but favorite parallels in these chapters full of parallels:
Kabru's breakdown of the Touden party is like Laios eagerly explaining and analyzing the behavior and anatomy of monsters (including, though we don't know it yet, calculations for killing them - though we DO see him saying that humans are easy to kill because he knows all the physical weak points!)
The references throughout these two chapters, by Kabru and his party, to the interconnected socioeconomic dynamics of the island and dungeon - the corrupted system fails to check corpse retrievers, the Island Lord as an annoying but necessary bulwark against the Elves, the dungeon growing hungrier as fewer adventurers go down because there's less money and more risk - are so so so like Senshi and Laiois discussing the dungeon biome's ecosystem and food pyramid.
The whole vibe of the party re: their respective weirdo tallman leaders. We watched Team Laios develop this, recently crowned with Chilchuck's near-tearful argument to turn back for a rest, which means we can recognize it when we're dropped into it with Team Kabru: that "this guy is SUCH a goddamn weirdo, but I already followed him into some level of hell, so I'm obviously not turning back now." Kabru's party does think he's weird - "You remember so much about other people that it's creepy." "Why are you enjoying this?" But they're also pitching in on the speculation like Team Touden all hel cook monsters. Compare:
Also!! Something something predisposed beliefs and presumptions of others... This party is so eager to assume the worst of our party, even though our party objectively saved them from perma-death twice, once from ghosts and once from being eaten by fishmen. Chichuck is greedy and bossy, Senshi smells so...notably...that he's judged to be sketchy af... Kabru is trying his best with what info he has, he knows it's not enough to pass a judgement and he wants more, but it's very...uncomfortable? To see this sort of discussion of people we know are great, when we're so used to watching monsters be killed with exquisite understanding and respect.
...I'll chew on that angle of theme more later. Man, you know how, say, what makes the musical Hamilton so good is at its heart it's just like 5-10 leitmotifs that interweave to create every single song? Dungeon Meshi is like that. Hmm a Dungeon Meshical...
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"Yeah, yeah, we've all heard your weekly lecture about how someone responsible and sociopolitically conscious needs to take the dungeon and the throne or everyone in this region is doomed. None of us can wait to see you flip off the Island Lord to his face. Eat your rations, buddy."
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JUST THE CUTEST, INNOCENTEST, POLITEST, HELPFULEST (WITH NO ULTERIOR MOTIVATIONS WHATSOEVER) YOUNG MAN!! LOOK AT HIS BIG BLUE EYES AND EAGER LITTLE SMILE!
[3 seconds earlier:
I'm obsessed. In the spirit of this comic: I want to eat him with a spoon. I want to take small divots out of him and lick each one carefully off the spoon, luxuriously exploring and enjoying the complex texture and flavor. Like he's a really good pudding. And then I want to see if, if he and Laios kiss, do they both explode in antimatter.
#dm lb#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#kabru of utaya#tagging a specific person in this one because i get. real normal about him. toward the end.
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Would love to see more of the 'can't let him find out' Alpha/Omega IronStrange series!
Edit: The first two stories can be found here.
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Tony can’t stop thinking about Stephen.
The omega is usually so poised, so self-possessed. Seeing him so bedraggled after his heat had been a shock. It had been more than two weeks before Stephen had shown up at another Avengers meeting, and he’d still looked just a little too thin. Tony was certain that he’d needed every minute of that time to recover.
Is it even possible for him to recover completely from a heat that bad? Wouldn’t the wear and tear accumulate over time? It’s been five months since Titan, which means that that would have only been Stephen’s second heat since viewing all those futures. Had the first one been easier? Harder?
When he finds himself researching heat disorders, Tony knows he has to talk to Pepper.
He brings it up after dinner, when they’re sipping an evening coffee. Or, well, he starts, but all he manages is, “Pep, I’ve been…” Been what? Thinking about another omega? Technically true, but misleading.
“Is this about all the research you’ve been doing on heat disorders?” Pepper asks.
Of course she always simplifies things for him. “Yeah,” Tony says. “I found out recently that someone I know is having really difficult heats, and he swears there’s nothing to be done, and I—” Tony cuts himself off and makes a frustrated noise. “I can’t stop thinking about it and I don’t understand why.”
“It’s normal to worry about a friend,” Pepper begins, but Tony shakes his head.
“I don’t actually know him that well. Not that he’s not a friend, but it’s not that kind of worry. I get that kind of worry.”
Pepper gives him a thoughtful look. “Did you see him? Just after his heat, I mean. Is that how you found out how hard they are?” Tony nods. “It’s probably a compatibility thing, then.”
“Compatibility?” Tony says blankly. He knows the theory, but… “Shouldn’t our bond cancel that out?”
Pepper laughs. “Tony,” she says fondly, “our bond is about as shallow as it’s possible for a bond to get. We don’t even sleep in the same bed regularly. It’s not capable of canceling out much of anything.”
“You can’t blame me for assuming!” Tony protests. “The whole point of us getting mated was to fend off criticism! Doesn’t it need to send out, you know, ‘taken’ signals to do that?”
Pepper shakes her head. “The rings and the paperwork do that. Pheromones are weak enough outside of heat that no one really uses them for signaling. Perfume and cologne generally mask them, anyway.”
“Huh. So because I saw him right after his heat—”
“—his pheromones were strong enough to register with you,” Pepper finishes.
“Not to be crass,” Tony says carefully, “but… he smelled terrible.”
“Tony, that probably means you’re more compatible, not less,” Pepper says, fighting down a smile. “He’d just come out of a heat so traumatic that it had you looking up heat disorders. His pheromones were obviously signaling intense distress. The more compatible you are, the stronger that signal is, and the more unpleasant you’d have found it.”
“Right.” Tony makes a face. “Biology is not my strong point.”
“I promise not to tell,” Pepper teases.
Tony turns the idea over in his head a few times. Compatibility isn’t the be-all and end-all of bonding, he knows, but there are still stories. The intensity of the sex is the stuff of pornos, but the depth of the mating bond… that’s the real fairy tale. Perfectly matched pairs came damn close to sharing emotions. To have something like that…
“If you want to pursue something with him,” Pepper says softly, “you know I’d never stand in your way.”
Tony shakes his head. “He said he wasn���t capable of bonding.”
“Don’t assume it’s that simple,” Pepper says. “Technically, you’re not capable of bonding, because you’re already mated, but mating bonds can be broken. Whatever’s going on with him, it hasn’t stopped him from producing pheromones you can react to. Besides, bonding isn’t all there is to compatibility, or to relationships. Just…” she waved a hand, “keep an open mind.”
This is a side effect of my viewing our possible futures, Stephen had said. And then there was the moment of grief Tony had seen in his eyes.
“I get the feeling that nothing about this is simple,” Tony says slowly.
Pepper gives him a small smile. “Well. You always do find things more interesting the more complicated they are.”
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ride the cyclone characters and their favorite musicals
ocean- something classic like phantom or funny girl because look at her and tell me she isn't a rachel berry kinnie OR a soprano who INSISTS she'd be a perfect christine. i'll wait.
noel- okay.. chicago or rocky horror. you can't tell me he wouldn't be obsessed with both roxie hart AND dr. frank-n-furter, though more so roxie cause i feel like horror isn't much of his thing honestly.
ricky: the obvious choice would obviously be cats, and don't get me wrong, he DOES love cats. classic wise it's his favorite. but if he were to go with a more modern pick?? i would argue be more chill. it just seems like something right up his alley, especially the squip.
constance: i feel like she's absolutely the type to love disney on broadway, like beauty and the beast, but i could also see her really enjoying waitress as well. she's a simple girl, not in a bad way of course, but she doesn't necessarily need something with a super forward or out there story. a musical about a woman just living life working at a diner or a classic fairy tale is just fine i think.
mischa: mischa is.. hard. i feel like he doesn't really like musicals? certainly not classic ones, like phantom or others like it. i can't really think of any he would like? idk, if you have any ideas tell me.
jane/penny: before the warehouse i feel like penny would have enjoyed something spooky like sweeney todd or carrie. jane wouldn't have one cause like most other things, she wouldn't remember what she enjoyed in life.
i wrote this at two am so please forgive if it makes zero sense or has mistakes or whatever. also PLEASE DO TELL ME IF YOU HAVE MISCHA IDEAS. IT'S BUGGING ME HONESTLY THAT I COULDN'T FIND ONE TO GIVE HIM?? also just tell me your other ideas i would love to hear them!! but be nice about it
#cory talks#musicals#ride the cyclone#rtc#mischa rtc#mischa bachinski#noel gruber#noel rtc#ocean o'connell rosenberg#ocean rtc#constance blackwood#constance rtc#jane doe#jane doe rtc#penny lamb#ricky potts#ricky rtc
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I FUCKING LOVE THE ANIMALISTIC READER SHIT ANSUSIJASH
Them Finding Out You Have a Partner
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A/N: I'M SORRY HAPPY YOU LOVE MY CRINGY BF SCENARIOS! NAJDKDKDJSJDJ! Get ready for angst ya'll. Reader is in a relationship but it's kind of rocky. Bc obviously we're not gonna stay.
Previous Part
"I don't want you hanging out with them anymore!" Your partner shouted at you. The two of you had been arguing for the past twenty minutes. Why? Well your partner found out about your group chat with the turtles, April, and some others. It wasn't exactly a secret, you never hid the group chat. You saw no need. But apparently your partner had a problem with you texting a bunch of mutant turtles. "But why?!" You yelled back, animal appendages displaying your anger. Your partner growled and stepped forward, causing you to step back. "I don't want you talking to those freaks!" Your partner spat out and your eyes widened. "Excuse the fuck outta me? What's next? You gonna call me a freak too?" You growled back and your partner huffed. "You know damn well that it's not the same damn thing. You're still mostly human. They're not." Your partner said, trying to reason with you. You let out a bitter laugh and scoffed. "Whatever. I love you but I'm headed out. I can't hear another word of this bullshit". You spat out, storming out of the apartment and going out onto the streets of New York. You knew that your partner would attempt to follow you home, so you took a different path and instead headed for the lair. Fuck this shit man.
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Leonardo x Reader 🧡
Warnings: Reader is a wolf neko, Reader has golden eyes, Reader has a boyfriend.
Leo had never seen you so pissed. You walked in with a silence he had never seen from you, ears pinned and tail bristling. A growl was resounding from your throat, a primal noise he had never heard from you before. He'd be lying if he said that he wasn't a little bit intimidated. Mikey sprang up to hug you, obviously not picking up on your mood. "Touch me, Michaelangelo, and I swear it will be the last thing you do," you spat out, golden eyes moving to give him the deadliest death glare the poor turtle had ever seen. Immediately he put his hands up in surrender. "Woah! What's up with you? You good?" He asked gently. "Got into a fight with my boyfriend," you said bluntly. Leo struggled to keep his exterior neutral and calm when he heard that word. Boyfriend. Of course you were taken. "(Y/N)," Leo called out to you and your head snapped his direction, glaring up at him as if to silently tell him to not waste your time. "Come mediate with me. It'll help calm your nerves". He didn't expect you to follow him, really he didn't, but he was grateful to see you behind him when he finally reached the meditation room.
He sat down and you followed suit, sitting beside him. "So boyfriend huh?" He started gently, trying to sound as casual as possible. "What's it to you?" You snapped, glaring at him only to soften when he gave a 'don't test me' look. Sighing you rubbed your face and looked up at him. "Yeah. Boyfriend. We've been going steady for about a year now. But recently things have been rocky." You murmured and Leo nodded empathetically. "What did he say that got you so worked up?" He asked. You chewed your bottom lip, fangs slightly slipping out. "He said he no longer wanted me to hang out with you guys. Said you guys were freaks." You confessed. Leo swallowed thickly. He was used to being called a freak. This wasn't new to him. But the idea of you cutting him off because of some bigot made him nervous. "Are you going to do it?" He asked, voice slightly shaky. Your ears pricked up as you looked at him, "Absolutely not! If he thinks I'm going to stop hanging around here, he's dead wrong." Leo only hummed in response. You slouched your shoulders, giving an exhausted sigh.
"I don't know Leo. These past few months, it seems like we've been fighting every single week, if not multiple times a week. He keeps asking me to cut off certain friends for one reason or another. Hell he even asked me to block my dad". Leo wanted to hold you as he saw you anxiously run your fingers through your hair, gripping it in a stressed manner. Instead he opted to gently pull your hands from your scalp, holding them and looking at you, "Forgive me if I'm overstepping but that sounds incredibly toxic." He said softly. You hung your head, ears pinned back in sadness. "I know. It's just... so hard to let go sometimes." You muttered. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes and Leo felt his heart squeeze. He pulled you closer, hugging you. You melted almost instantly, hugging him back. "Thank you..." You whispered. Leo rubbed circles onto your back, butterflies flitting around in his stomach. "Anything for you, blossom".
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Raphael x Reader 🧡
Warnings: Reader is a cat neko, Reader has a girlfriend.
"Raphael!" You shouted as soon as you walked in and this man almost thought about running and hiding from you from how pissed you sounded. You beelined it to the gym room and glared at him. "Yes?" Was all he said as he took in your body language. Pupils turned to slits, ears pinned, claws unsheathed, tail lashing. "I'm absolutely enraged right now. So give me something to hit or lift or something before I punch a wall and inevitably break a few bones," you seethed. "Hear you loud and clear kitten," was all he replied with and boy did he put you to work. Two hours later and you were sweaty and laying on the floor, chugging water as fast as you could. You were still mad but at least you were calmer.
"What got you so worked up? Swear you were boutta kill me". He asked gently, drinking his own water. You sighed softly and looked at him, "Got into a fight with my girlfriend". You explained and Raph almost choked on his water. Girlfriend? Course a pretty thing like you was taken. He felt his heart break but you kept talking. "I mean seriously. I've dated all kinds of people of all genders but she's just a work of fucking art." You spat out, standing up on your wobbly legs to pace. "She saw the group chat and just demanded that I stop hanging out with you guys because, and I quote, 'because they're freaks'. Which is utter bullshit. If anybody's the fucking freak it's her!" You shouted. "So then I asked her if you guys are freaks then what am I? And she said it wasn't the same because I'm still mostly human". You stopped pacing, angry tears streaming down your face and your tail bristled with utter rage. "I don't want to be her stupid fucking exception". You chocked out, hands beginning to shake from the pure unfiltered rage you were filling. Raph knew he needed to calm you down and soon.
"Wanna know my opinion?" He asked and you angled one of your ears his way, silently telling him you were listening. "I think this little girlfriend of yours sounds like shit. If I were you, I'd dump her". You relaxed a little, tail fur now smoothed out and your fists were no longer clenched. You made your way over to the giant turtle and pushed him to sit down before crawling up into his lap. Raph didn't know what to do, not expecting you to pull such a move. "Maybe you're right, Raph..." You murmured, nuzzling into him softly. All the anger must have utterly exhausted you because you could barely move. Raph decided to softly pet you. Soon you were purring against him, halfway dozing off. He couldn't help but stare down at you with adoration. You had come to him so willingly. It was nice to know you found solace in him.
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Donatello x Reader 🧡
Warnings: Read is a moth mutant, Reader has a girlfriend.
You were utterly enraged. Storming into the lair. From the other room, Donnie picked up on your scent. Excitedly, he made his way out to go find you but he was a little too late. Mikey had just begun to ask you what was wrong when you let out a frustrated yell, spun around, and smashed your fist into the wall. "(Y/N)!" Was all Donnie let out. You reared your fist back for another go but luckily the tall turtle stopped you, grabbing your wrist and noticing how you were shaking with pure rage fueled adrenaline. "Come with me," was all he said before dragging you along with him. He picked you up before setting you down on a table in his lab. He got out some medical items to now deal with your busted up knuckles. "Mind telling me what the hell that was out there?" He asked, trying to keep his tone calm. "Got in a fight," you simply said. "With who?" Donnie asks, cleaning your bloody knuckles. "My girlfriend." Donnie's heart jumped into his throat at those words, pausing his actions momentarily before continuing.
"She called you guys freaks..." You muttered and Donnie looked up at you, eyes so soft and caring that your heart couldn't help but melt. You sighed and hung your head. Donnie bandaged up your hand before leaning in to kiss your head. You gave a moth squeak and looked up at him, lip trembling. "I don't like that she called you guys freaks. It hurt my heart. I care about you guys so much, Dee. So much about you." The last sentence came out as a whisper as tears began to roll down your cheeks but he heard you. "Although I appreciate you getting angry on our behalf, please don't punch the wall again." He said gently and you nodded, sniffling softly. "Do you guys fight often?" He asked, prodding softly and you nodded. "Y-Yeah. We do. We didn't at first but it seems like all we do know is either sleep together or fight." You said and Donnie pressed his lips together, noticing how stressed you look.
"That doesn't sound very healthy, (Y/N). Being in a relationship like that could really damage you". He said and more tears spilled over onto your cheeks. He fought the urge to cradle your face. To wipe your tears away and kiss you. To tell you that he had you, that nobody could hurt you now. "Donnie?" Your voice shook him out of his thoughts. He blinked and looked up at you. "Yes dove?" He replied without thinking and he noticed your wings flutter at the nickname. "Thank you for cleaning me up. I appreciate it". You said bashfully. "Of course, (Y/N). Happy to help".
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Michaelangelo x Reader 🧡
Warnings: Reader has white feathered wings, Reader has long elf-like ears, Reader has a boyfriend.
Wings fluffed up in a defensive measure, you briskly walked into the lair, making your way straight to Mikey. "Hey angelcakes!" He called out, not picking up on your mood. "Do me a favor and shut the fuck up," you spat before taking his controller and tossing it aside. He just blinked in surprise as you shoved him arms apart and crawled into his lap, curling into him. Under normal circumstances, he might have pulled away to ask you what was wrong or ask you to please not just snatch his controller away. But as he heard you silently sob into his plastron, all other worries melted away as he wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your back. "(Y/N)? You ok?" He questioned softly and you lifted your head to finally look at him. "No. I got into a fight with my boyfriend." You muttered. Mikey swallowed thickly and he swore his chest felt tight at the word 'boyfriend'. "He just makes me so mad, Mikey. H-He called you freaks a-and I just- I just walked out. I care about him but all we do is fight these days and I hate it." You sobbed out. Mikey took to mindlessly rubbing circles on your left hip. "Well you know what they say," he said with a shrug of his shoulders and you looked at him with confusion.
"If your dog starts barking at you, someone else is feeding it better." You tilted your head, looking up at the ceiling in thought. "Now that you mention it. He has been sneaking around a lot..." You muttered before looking back down into his eyes. "Do you really think he could be... doing something?" You questioned, voice trembling. Mikey shrugged. "I don't know, babes." He replied softly. "Just know that whatever happens, I'm here for you. Ok?" You nodded, smiling softly. "You're too sweet to me, Mikey". You cooed and Mikey swore he felt his heart skip a beat at your tone. "Only because you're sweet, sugartits". He quipped back. You rolled your eyes. "Aaaaaaand there it is," you said with a giggle, rolling off of him and getting comfy on the couch beside him.
He wanted to pick you back up. Settle you back down on his lap, keep you curled up and safe against his chest. Keep you close to him. "Sorry for yanking your controller away, by the way," you said, glancing at Mikey's dead character on the screen with drooped ears. "It's ok baby," he reassured. You enveloped yourself in your wings, but only to hide your flustered face from him calling you baby. He's so cute...
Reader falling in love next? Maybe, maybe. Hope ya'll enjoyed this one. 💋
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I blame you for my newfound obsession about the Orca boys with a like...Harpy? Swan..water foul thing. Taking the advice between Sea and Land to the skies!
I like to think that all merfolk likes to lounge in the sun occasionally. Just climb on a bit of rock and lay there for a while, enjoying the breeze and chatting the day away.
It's not a surprise if there are feathered kinds of creatures approaching, because where are predators, there's prey to pick from, and where are mermaids, there are treasures to receive. They can coexist just fine, sing together, chat about water- and airpolitics and what the weird bipedal apes on land do lately. They can help each other out or exchange informations and goods, most of them playing around with each other just for fun.
Would be an awful shame if a cheeky little Harpy!Darling got a bit to close to the equally as cheeky Yandere!Merman who thinks it's adorable when they ask for some of the teeth or jewels that adorn him. It's no big deal, most merfolk give away things they don't need. But this harpy is so cute, playing with the chains and complimenting them, obviously wanting to charm the merman into giving it to them for free. He gets in some playful little tugs on the harpy that they take in stride, teasing their legs and plucking some feathers that are out of place, but he gives them what they want of course, it having little meaning to the merman but making the harpy so happy. He even lets them take it off him on their own, not minding their talons scratching him, a big grin on his face as he watches them struggle to open the clasps on the chains.
And he realizes he likes their company because they are just so adorable and fun, although there's an unwritten law that the two kinds of creatures coexist peacefully, so he can't really force them to stick around.
Instead, he brings them new, enticing treasures every time he comes to lounge out in the open and they get bolder and closer to the merman, exploiting his willfullness to humor them until eventually he seizes a moment of everyone else being distracted to capture and drag them underwater.
Certainly, no one wants a shrieking darling rupturing their eardrums but the merman's cave is so nice and full of sunken gold and food. If the darling stays for a little bit and spends some time with the merman, he promises to take them back with their arms full of whatever they can carry. And swears that if they keep the secret of what he did, there will be more waiting for them the next time they meet.
By the afternoon they are free again and come morning, they return to the sunspot.
Hook, line, and sinker as the merman now gets to spend time with them regularly for a small price, getting the darling so used to being under water and around him. Every day he gets a bit bolder as the darling keeps asking for more as well, and soon they'll be doing all kinds of stuff with the merman as he tells them they can take what they want if they comply. He's preparing them well for the day that he won't take them back, even making them get used to sleeping in his cave because it's "too late to go back now" and "only for this one night". It all seems so innocent until they get used to staying for longer periods, and eventually, they never return to the sky again, the only place he wouldn't be able to follow.
Their wings were clipped effectively the day the merman decided he really wanted an adorable, exotic pet.
And now the harpy will have to learn what it's like to be owned at the cost of their freedom.
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Wavelengths [Killer x Reader, Heat x Reader]
🔞 Minors DNI 🔞
A search for a rumored Vegapunk weapon leads the Kid Pirates to an unexpected new crewmate, with a bloodlust that rivals their own and an incredible power.
CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns.
Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter 1
Chapter 28 - On Pranks and Pregnancies
Plans are hatched to handle your discontent, and Kid has a discontent of his own.
WC: ~4.5k
Taglist: @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth @iggy5055
“Alright lads, what's the plan,” you slapped down your hands on the table in the middle of the navigation room. Surrounding it, sitting in the chairs or leaning against walls, were the rest of the commanders, except for Double, who had told you that he didn't want a part in whatever shenanigans you were up to, and Kid, who was busy with your mask and had purposely not been invited to this meeting.
“Plan for what?” Wire asked, looking at you dubiously.
“For the newbies, obviously,” you huffed, “surely you can't all be on board with this ‘no being tied to the mast’ bullshit? We know its all cos he's trying to keep his new squeeze off the mast”
“Just be thankful your room wasn't next to his over the last days,” Mohawk mumbled.
“Kid said they're not going on the mast,” Killer sighed, “we can't just go against his orders”
“But there has to be something we can do to test them,” you pouted, “this is unfair! I'm calling my union representative and I'm filing a complaint unless they have as deservedly miserable of a first week as I did!”
“We don't have a union rep…” Wire mumbled, to which you quickly shushed him.
“What about pranks?” Heat suggested. You stroked your chin as you thought about it.
“I'm listening,” you replied in a slow, methodical tone.
“That's all I got,” Heat admitted with a shrug.
“You guys are useless,” you flopped into your chair with a groan, “am I gonna have to do this all on my own? Come onnnn, someone must have some prank suggestions. Don't tell me ‘invisible whoopie cushion’ is the best the crew can come up with”
“Well, initiation is usually seven days,” Mohawk pondered, “and there are seven of them. What if we give each a day to make them fucking miserable?”
“Now there's the initiative I'm looking for, thank you doctor,” you pointed excitedly at Mohawk. He was close enough to press his palm against your finger and move it so it wasn't pointing at him anymore. “Now, I have many useful abilities when it comes to pranking - invisibility, changing colours, making sounds - but I'm gonna need some input. Kil and I only met them last night so I think the rest of you will have a better idea of what would work for each person”
The conversation quickly erupted in to many devious ideas, and over the course of the next hour while Kid was still distracted, you were able to come up with a plan to make each new recruit's given day fucking miserable. But first, you needed your mask back. And there was a scary conversation to be had.
After the meeting Killer took your hand and led you to his room for a last minute pep talk before heading to the lair of the beast. You were both nervous, to say the least. You'd both been a bundle of nerves since you woke up, and the prank meeting had been a nice distraction, but outside of it people had been commenting that the two of you seemed more jittery than normal. It wasn't so bad for you, people knew you were jittery sometimes, but Killer was a clear mess, short tempered and agitated, so far from his usual calm demeanour, and it was making the other commanders more than nervous. Whenever they'd asked though, he'd just respond with “you'll find out soon enough, but I need to talk to Kid first” which did nothing to soothe anyone's minds.
In the end, Killer had decided to take on the beast alone. You'd get your mask, you'd leave, and you'd hope that Kid didn't immediately come charging out to throw you overboard. You walked hand in shaky hand to Kid's workshop, having given him more than enough time from what he said he'd need to finish your mask, and Killer knocked on the door for both of you. It opened on its own, thanks to Kid's devil fruit, and you both took one last anxious look at each other before entering. You did your best to stay calm and not give off nervous energy, but you could barely stay still, you felt like you were in fight or flight mode.
You cleared your throat and did your best to feign confidence. “Is uh.. is the mask ready?”
“Yup!” Oh good, Kid was in a good mood today. Can't wait to ruin that for everybody, you thought to yourself. He swung around on his chair, holding the mask and giving it one last polish with a cloth. He gave it one last inspection before holding it out for you to take. “Good as new, I hope. Give it a go, we won't know if I got the settings right unless you try it”
You took it with a shakey hand and slipped it on, flipping your seastone pendant and playing with the dials on the mask. Switching through the sound functions seemed fine, all good on that front, but you hadn't been very worried about them to begin with. The headset part had taken minimal damage in the storm, it was the visor you were worried about. It was definitely a little shorter, no longer smooth and level across the bottom edge, it was a tiny bit higher and now had a small bump in the middle near your nose, more like snow sport goggles. It was still more than enough coverage for what you needed though, and there didn't seem to be any impurities in the glass that could affect your vision.
Flicking through the mask functions now, you were relieved to find the default setting seemed to work perfectly, and you rotated through the other functions. It was hard to tell for sure given it wasn't pitch black in the workshop, but for the most part they seemed fine. The x-ray function was a little fuzzy though.
“Mmm, sound is good,” you noted, “and all the visual settings seem to be working okay except this one, its the x-ray function, it's just a little fuzzy”
Kid grunted and stood beside you, using his devil fruit to open up the headset and tinkering. “Tell me when it looks right”
You waited for a moment as the visor adjusted back and forth, the shade of green changing so slightly you weren't sure a normal person would even notice, till it finally looked clear and you could see through things without any hint of blurriness. “Right there!” You told him as he hit the right spot. He used his fruit to close it and you scanned through all the functions again to check nothing had been negatively affected by the tinkering, finding everything to be in order. “Looks good Captain, thanks”
“Good, put it in a fucking drawer or something next time we have a storm,” Kid grumbled, “it cost a fucking arm and a leg to get that glasswork done”
“Looks like it only cost an arm,” you pointed at his metal prosthetic, “did you skimp on the bill?”
“Harr harr,” Kid rolled his eyes. No longer distracted by the mask, he finally looked at Killer and noticed how jumpy he looked. “What's your fucking problem?”
Killer looked at you and pointedly stood aside for you to leave. You gave Kid a quiet “sorry,” in advance, squeezing Killer's hand on the way past before leaving a very confused Kid behind. As soon as you were outside you fled to the crows nest, relieved to find Heat had taken the afternoon watch. He raised an eyebrow as you landed in the nest and hid behind him, anxiously peering over his shoulder at the door to Kid's workshop.
“Do I dare ask what you did?” Heat asked curiously.
“Oh don't worry, I'm sure the whole ship will know in about five seconds,” you laughed nervously, clutching his shoulder from behind.
“SHE'S WHAT?” Kid roared from inside the workshop. You swore you felt the whole ship rattle, and you squeaked and hid yourself fully behind Heat. The workshop door opened with a hard slam and Kid came stomping out, scanning the deck, no doubt looking for you. Killer rushed out behind him, running in front to catch his attention before Kid could catch you.
“It was an accident!” Killer had his hands up defensively, “Mohawk did all the checks, but we had her age wrong, we couldn't have known it was expired!”
Heat turned and raised an eyebrow at you, but quickly faltered when he saw the fearful tears rolling down your cheeks. He scooted around on his butt till he was facing you and took you in his arms. He didn't know what had happened but he knew you were scared and that was enough for him. He stroked your back soothingly as Kid continued to yell and you whimpered at the sound. It had become painfully clear to Heat in your time here that despite how strong you were, nothing terrified you like authority figures being mad at you did.
“I DONT GIVE A RAT'S ASS HOW IT HAPPENED,” Kid barked at Killer, now right in his face, “WE HAD FIVE FUCKING DAYS ON THAT ISLAND FOR YOU TO GO GET IT TAKEN CARE OF SO WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU?”
What should be a private conversation was now a very public argument as henchmen and officers slowly appeared on deck, curious about the uproar.
“BECAUSE I WANTED TO KEEP IT,” Killer shouted back, “YOU KNOW THIS IS SOMETHING I ALWAYS WANTED, WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE FUCKING HAPPY FOR ME FOR ONCE? I'VE DONE NOTHING BUT FOLLOW YOU AROUND ALL THESE YEARS, CLEANING UP YOUR FUCK UPS AND THROWING AWAY MY DREAMS FOR YOURS, I HAVE BEEN UNWAIVERINGLY LOYAL, WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LET ME HAVE THIS ONE THING?”
“So what? You don't give a fuck about my dream anymore?!” Kid was still barking at his normal volume, but had at least lowered it a tiny amount from the full on yelling after noticing all the curious eyes on him, “How the fuck do you think this is going to go Kil? We're fucking pirates, this is no fucking place for a baby!”
Heat stiffened at that and looked down at you. You didn't know what to say, so you just wiggled out of his arms and curled in on yourself. Your arms were wrapped around your legs, pulling them tight to your chest, and he shuffled forward to place his hand on yours. He ran his thumb over the back of your hand reassuringly and you looked up at him. He said nothing, but he made sure you knew he was there for you, and he was in your corner. He didn't need to understand why you had decided to have a baby on a pirate ship, it wasn't his job to understand, it was his job to just make sure you felt loved and supported.
“WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?” Kid shouted again, “AND WHAT ARE YOU CUNTS LOOKING AT? GET BACK TO WORK”
The crew scattered other than the commanders who had gathered as well at the commotion. A few of them had seen you go up into the crow's nest, but nobody was willing to rat out a pregnant woman to face Kid's wrath. You appreciated it, but you couldn't stay hiding forever, so you took a deep sigh and stood. Heat gave your hand a supportive squeeze and you forced a smile for him, before swinging over the railing and jumping down to the deck.
“I'm here, Captain,” you sighed. His head swivelled towards you so fast you wondered if he might snap his neck, and he bolted towards you. Killer was faster though, and he put himself between you and the raging bull.
“Don't you fucking touch her,” Killer growled.
Kid sighed as he came to a swift stop, pulling his goggles down to hang around his neck so he could run a stressed hand through his hair. He turned a few times, pacing on the spot as he tried to organise his thoughts. “Just, fucking let me talk to her,” he finally grumbled. The anger seemed to be dissipating as he saw the way Killer protected you, like his best friend had genuinely thought he would hurt a woman with child, let alone his best friend's child. He was pissed, he really fucking was, but that didn't change the fact that Killer meant everything to him, and it stung to think Killer thought he was going to hurt you, especially after how hard it'd been to get you to feel safe with him in the first place.
Killer looked Kid in the eye, using his haki to determine if Kid had any ill intent towards the mother of his child. He looked at Kid with careful scrutiny, before finally conceding and stepping to your side, a protective hand pressed to your belly as he stood tall beside you. Kid looked at the way Killer held you, his fingers splayed over his future child, guarding against Kid. It stung the captain a little to feel so untrusted, but he realised that given his reaction it was probably warranted. You looked absolutely terrified, your lips quivering as you tried to keep a brave face.
Kid let out a heavy breath and took a step towards you, mentally flinching when he saw you take a step back in fear, Killer following you closely, never once letting his hand leave your stomach. “I'm not going to hurt you,” Kid said uncharacteristically softly, “I just need to know that you understand what this means. We can't protect you just because you're knocked up, we can't guarantee your baby's safety. The sea is dangerous, I need to know you understand how risky this is”
You intertwined your fingers with Killer's over your belly and looked at his mask for reassurance, seeing his blue eyes watching you closely through the holes. There was fear in his eyes, scared that Kid's words would finally sway you against keeping his baby. With fresh determination you turned back to Kid.
“I can take down entire ships with a single attack, destroy armies of strong men, melt a man's heart without ever touching him,” you said proudly, “I don't need you to protect this baby, I can do it my damn self”
Kid gave you an accepting nod, glad that you'd found your spine. There was real strength in your words, and he had no doubt now that you would do whatever it took to protect your child. He thought back on his own mother, he couldn't even remember her face. He thought of what Killer had told him of his mother, who hadn't had the strength to protect Killer. This baby would be blessed, he thought, to have such strong, capable parents, so ready to burn the word for them when they hadn't even come into it yet. He ran his hand through his hair as he stood tall again and returned his goggles to their rightful place.
“And you want this?” He asked quietly. “Regardless of what Killer wants, do you want this?”
“I do,” you replied confidently. Killer rested his mask on your shoulder, he felt like he was about to break, and the only thing holding him together right now was you. He hated making his friend angry, he hated going against his captain's wishes, but he just so badly wanted this one selfish thing for himself. The one thing he always wanted and never thought he could have, always so far out of reach, but now resting mere centimetres under his hand.
“I'm guessing you want to stay on this ship then,” Kid asked.
“She's not going anywhere,” Killer growled as her raised his head again, his grip on you tightening possessively. Kid sighed and nodded.
“Okay then,” he resigned, “but don't come crying to me when this goes wrong.” He frowned at the other commanders and stomped away, returning to his workshop and slamming the door behind him.
Your legs gave out underneath you, unaware of just how much stress you'd been under, but Killer was quick to steady you. He was mindful of the other commander's eyes still on him.
“What the fuck are you all looking at?” He shouted at them. His tone quickly changed as Wire stepped forward, placing a hand on Killer's shoulder and squeezing.
“Just wanted to say congratulations,” Wire said gently. Killer's posture relaxed as he realised he meant no harm, “I know how much you've sacrificed for Kid, even if he's too stubborn to admit it. You're allowed to be selfish sometimes. And I know you'll be a good father, you had no resources when you raised Kid but you still managed to make a good man. This one will be different, and you have all of us this time. Kid will come around, you know what he's like”
Wire pat the shoulder his hand had been resting on, giving you a nod of recognition before walking away. The other's quickly cleared out as well, except for Heat who was still up in the crow's nest, still unsure of what to say but happy for the two of you anyway. It was unexpected, but to him it made sense. He was just glad you'd cried before he got a chance to finish with you, a thought he never thought he'd have, but that was too close of a call for his liking. He made a mental note to buy more rubbers, he didn't feel like spinning that roulette wheel again any time soon.
“Kil, can we just hide in my room till dinner?” You near whispered, holding his arm tight for support.
“Yeah, absolutely, fuck,” Killer let out a deep, relieved breath, before taking your hand and leading you to his room. He didn't even think twice about it, you'd said your room, and he'd just gone auto pilot and led you to his. You giggled as he closed the door behind you both, and he took of his mask, running his hand through his hair to loosen his bangs before looking at you questioningly.
“What?” He asked.
“Kil, I said my room,” you smiled as you removed your own mask, “and you brought me here”
Killer looked around the room then back at you, registering what you were saying. “Oh… sorry, I didn't mean to assume,” he scratched the back of his neck as a cute blush spread over his face, “we can go to your room if you want”
“Kil,” you slid up beside him and wrapped your arms around his waist, “if you want me to move in with you, I have no problem with that. Your kid already moved in without asking, this seems like a fair exchange”
Killer snorted and wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I apologize on behalf of my child,” he half laughed.
“Mmm, I'm gonna need a better apology than that,” you hummed, slinking out of his hold and stalking your way to the bed, climbing on top of the covers and beckoning him with a come hither motion. You squealed as he charged at you impossibly fast, pouncing on top of you and pressing kisses all over your face between playful sorrys. You were having a full on giggle fit as the kisses made their way to your neck and chest, and he made little growls as he nipped at you, which only served to make you laugh harder. The laughter quickly changed to moans as he sucked on your neck, running his hands up your thighs and pressing his straining clothed erection against your center.
“Kil~” you moaned, as he ground against you, “want you~ please~”
“Needy today are we mama?” He smirked, licking over your neck where he'd been marking you. “Are you up for the whole way or do you want me to avoid that?”
“Mmm,” you pondered, running your hand through his hair and watching the golden locks fall around his face. You'd fooled around plenty at the inn over the last five days, but he'd been anxious to go the whole way with you when he knew you were still healing. Not to mention the unfounded anxiety he had about somehow hurting the baby if he were to fuck you too hard, despite how much you explained that the baby would be perfectly fine. You were surprised he'd even asked, but he was feeling possessive today, he wanted to claim as much of you as he could right now. “I want you inside me, but I'm not sure if it's gonna be too much. I was so hyped up on adrenaline last time”
“I'll be gentle,” he kissed your tummy lovingly as he lifted your dress away and you moved with him to pull it over your head, “just tell me if you want me to stop, I'll go slowly”
“Okay,” you whispered as he kissed your inner thighs, working his way up them till he reached your panties, hooking his fingers under the waistband and pulling them down. You arched off the bed for him to do so, and he kissed from your ankle all the way up your leg as he settled back between them. Your fingers threaded through his hair and scratched his scalp pleasantly as he nuzzled his nose against your folds, before finally running his tongue between them, finding you wet and sweet. He moaned into you as he ran his tongue over your pussy, lapping up your silk before focusing on your clit. He eased you into it slowly, his hand running over your stomach and chest to caress you, and once you were moaning and writhing he brought a single finger to your entrance, circling it before slowly pushing in. It hurt a little, but nowhere near as much as it had the first night he'd taken you to his bed after treasure island.
He looked up at you for assurance and you nodded eagerly before throwing back your head in pleasure as he added a second finger. He pumped them slowly, letting you stretch comfortably around him before moving them any faster. He could feel the way you fluttered around him as your orgasm drew close, a slow buildup from his painstaking efforts as he devoted his whole self to making you feel good. He added a third finger and curled them, hitting that spot inside you that felt so damn good and sucking on your clit till you finally screamed his name and came on his fingers.
He continued to pump you till he was sure he'd worked you through it, lapping up your release and groaning against you. He swore you tasted sweeter now, maybe it was just his imagination, or a placebo at knowing you carried his child inside you. You pulled at his hair as you came down from your high, beckoning him to climb up your body, clamping your thighs around him and pulling him down to kiss you as soon as he was close enough. You could taste yourself on his tongue, intermingled with his saliva, moaning into his mouth as aftershocks of your orgasm rocked through you.
“Want you, now,” you panted, pulling at his shirt to try and get it off. He sat up and quickly removed the offending fabric, and you watched hungrily as he stripped his sash and unbuckled his belt, kicking off his shoes at the same time. You bit your lip as he finally pushed down his pants, his large, needy erection springing from his underwear. He smirked proudly as he watched you biting your lip, pumping himself slowly as he kicked his pants the rest of the way off.
“This what you want princess?” He purred. You nodded as you laid back against the bed, spreading your legs and biting a finger as you waited impatiently for him to fill you. He ran his thumb up your slit, rubbing circles on your over-sensitive clit, and you cried out and reached for him. He let you pull him back to you, and he looked deep in your eyes as he hovered over you and pressed his tip to your entrance. You stared back with a half lidded gaze, your fingers finding purchase in his hair again. You whimpered as he slid inside you, the stretch slightly painful but not unbearable. He could see the sting of pain in your expression and he stilled, letting you adjust until the expression melted back to pleasure before daring to move again. He was patient and gentle, only entering an inch at a time, letting you adjust before moving again, when he was sure you were okay. He let out a grunt as his hips finally met your thighs. One of your hands had fallen back against the pillow, and he threaded his fingers through it, holding your hand as he began to move slowly. It was just like the dreams you'd had during your fever, after the crew had rescued you, with just as much love and adoration in his eyes as he watched you carefully. Your breath hitched as you waited for the inevitable drop of the hat, waiting for the dream to turn to a nightmare, but instead he just continued to make love to you, slowly and carefully till you were both moaning and panting and needy for more.
Your legs were hooked over his thighs and you used them to beg him wordlessly to move faster, and he was eager to give you what you wanted, craving it as much as you were. He held your hand tighter, his forehead resting against yours, his bangs sticking to your sweat as he thrust into you at a new desperate pace. Your body rocked against the mattress and the bed made strained noises as he penetrated you hard and fast, and all you could let out was half baked whimpers as you panted hard, entirely lost to the pleasure while he groaned in your ear. You opened your eyes that had long since closed from the overwhelming sensations and saw his deep blues staring down at you intensely, and it was enough to make the coil snap. He felt you tighten and quickly kissed you, hot and messy, swallowing your moans as he released inside you, filling you with his thick load that dripped out of you as he kept up the hard pace until he was sure you were sated.
He collapsed on top of you, careful to keep his weight off your delicate stomach, panting hard into the crook of your neck. His hand was still in yours, his thumb running over your thumb as you both tried to catch your breaths. His other arm shook from holding his weight, so with a groan he pulled out of you and rolled to your side, pulling you close and burying his head in your shoulder again. You scratched his scalp and pressed your face against whatever you could reach of him, your chests flush to each other and your legs tangled together as you both still breathed fast and hard.
At some point you both fell asleep like that, content in each other's warmth on top of the blankets, till the dinner bell rang and woke you from your pleasant dreams.
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how do you think force feeding plays into ian and mickeys dynamic? obviously mickey eats his fill all on his own—he doesn’t need ian’s direction in simply eating, not necessarily needed to make eating sexy either. But, force feedings gotta heighten the experience for ian if he’s in a particularly dominant headspace or!! if mickeys being a whiny brat and needs something to fill his mouth?
or maybe they’re at a club and someone’s eyeing mickey up from across the bar and ian happens to be grabbing himself and mickey drinks—right next to mickeys little admirer— and he notices that ian’s drooling in mickeys direction too and nudges ian, saying something like “look at the ass on that big boy, bet i could fuck his tits too,” and at ian’s incredulous look he adds, “might be a little overfed though, probably can’t see his own dick.” And ian is overwhelmed with both possessive-derived anger and downright horniness, he turns around and smacks the bar to order whatever greasy pub food he can get his hands on and into his husbands fat belly—snatching up the food and grumbling all the way to his fat ass husband, “overfed?? fucker hasn’t seen overfed, yet.” …i think maybe then there would be some force feeding because mickey can, actually, see his dick. but ian’s about to make sure he won’t be able to for long.
Please I'm begging you never to stop sending me messages, this is so fucking delightfully sinful and I am gagging for more. I feel so seen!!!
You're absolutely right. Ian and Mickey do not necessarily see themselves as like a feeder/feedee gainer couple, obsessed with the growth and like internally motivated between them, BUT they fucking love the dynamic and Mickey is so fucking hot to Ian fat. The boy likes to eat and nothing's gonna stop him from that, least of all Ian who would have been more than happy just to be a witness, let alone a participant. And fuck if getting to take charge and fill that boy up until he's groaning, panting, hard and leaking doesn't make him go absolutely feral.
The forcefeeding is 100000% through and through part and parcel of brat taming and their reciprocal possession of each other. Who cares if there's a little toxicity when it's so fucking hot?
It would be one thing if this fucker at the bar just gushed about how hot his husband was. He'd be self satisfied and leave the guy alone knowing he had good taste. But of course the fuckwad just had to go and want what was his, and what's worse is he didn't even seem grateful for what a beautifully big, soft, plump boy Mickey was. How fat fat and gorgeous IAN and his love made him. He would show that fuck big. Absolutely ordering everything he could pulling Mickey away, hand feeding him everything bite by bite, catching eyes with the guy who at least had the decency to look both aroused and ashamed which would only fuel Ian on. Ian there feeling Mickey up through his jeans, popping the button for him, getting a big, possessive hand on his belly to rub it possessively, nibbling at his ear, whispering the most depraved shit "that's right Mick, eat up. If you want it long and hard, I need you big and soft. Keep eating fat boy. Fuck you look so hot. I can't wait to fuck your fat ass ragged when we get home. You'd like that wouldn't you? Fuck you're beautiful."
The next time they're at the club/bar, Ian purposefully runs into that guy again, gets back to the small talk, Mickey's visibly bigger. "Ya know, I remember what you were saying about my husband," venom dripping out of his mouth, "You were right about a few things. That ass on him? Divine, fucking beatific. The way those cheeks fucking swallow me... And his tits? Don't even fucking get me started. I mean, listen, I'm packing nine inches and I swear it disappears between those perky fucking puppies. But I've gotta tell you. You were wrong about one fucking thing. There's no over feeding that boy. There's only giving him every. fucking. Morsel he's worth. So let's get something straight, pal. I hear one more fucking word from you about my husband other than complete, utter, worshipful, unrequitedly devotional, unobtainable desire, and you, my friend, are a fucking dead man. Now how would you like to buy my big boy a drink, huh?" Clapping him on the shoulder and getting buddy-buddy.
This was truly so beautiful please please please send me more, this makes me want to write 😭😭
#misha speaks#gallavich#chubby kink#chubby mickey milkovich#chaser ian gallagher#gallavich au#shameless us#brat taming
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aki's just the sweetest whenever he has a crush on you.
he's totally obvious, immediately standing up straight whenever he sees you, finding it hard to meet your eyes and absently fiddling with his thumbs while he talks. he blushes to his ears when you stand a little too close to him. his hands get clammy and sweaty and he'll shove them in his pockets hoping you won't notice.
he compliments you every time you meet, telling you that you look pretty (like always, he means, you always are). he shares his lunch with you when you forget to bring any, he asks if you'd like to come over for dinner (he was supposed to run some errands instead, but if you want to come over, that's more important, and he isn't going to tell you that). he offers to pay for everything when you're around. the tone of his voice gets lighter and he smiles more. maybe someday he'll get the courage to ask you on a proper date.
#the one thing he can't do? confess#he's so obvious to literally everyone#but he refuses to confess to you when anyone prods him about it#he's just too nervous#and besides... he doesn't think you like him that much anyways#of course you obviously do but he can't tell#he fixes his clothes and his hair every time he sees you#he brushes his teeth multiple times and refuses to smoke if he's going to be around you#he'll make sure his apartment is completely spotless whenever you come over#I think akis never had a crush on someone before so he's a little bit childish about it#he's the kind of man who would do absolutely anything for you if you just ask#'aki... sorry to bother you... but if you have time.. could you please do this for me?'#'yes' (without hesitation)#aki <3
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spending my whole life trying and trying and trying and trying to be good enough for people who don't give a fuck about me
#im so tired living seems pointless why am i doing this what is the reason#the firm i work at is going thru a merger so it's releasing all the interns except 2#i went into her office and said that id like to stay here bc my dad said so bc i got in cause he was friends with the head#and she said ill think about it based on performance ive not decided yet#and this other guy he went in to tell her that cool he'll leave and she told him that she was hoping that he'd stay#he literally does nothing but play games on his phone he doesn't work at all#i have no idea what he has that i don't#but just. im stuck like this forever right never ever good enough for people i like or care about#not for parents they have a diff fav child not for ex gf not for bestie who has a boyfriend much better at loving her than me#not for that one guy who rejected me in interview bc i don't read the newspaper and didn't know the date of the finance act#im so fucking sick of this i never even wanted to this fuckinh course and obviously even my best isn't enough and ofc im not good enough#for anyone in this field and ill just struggle and struggle and struggle all my life just to earn some fucking money so i can live away#from my sociopathic parents#and the worst part is that i can't stop feeling like maybe it IS me yk maybe i am the problem maybe im not trying hard enough#but how else am i supposed to handle this i prioritize my studies and lose all my friends i prioritise my friends and fail in d#exams#and the trauma keeps on coming every fucking day bc sociopathic parents but i jsut push it down and say not rn i will cry at night anx then#never cry#i wish someone would just tell me that idk you're wrong you're not made for this you really do have some mental illness and you're really#trying your best and do something that's easy and that you love doing#oh god this is now a ventpost#mes
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If I could do Fics With A Plot I'd probably attempt An AU Where Lauffey Dies And Odin Goes "Oh Hey, Frost Dudes, I Had Your Heir All Along :D He's Urs Now :D" Except Because This Is A Shit Plan It Does Not Go At All Well. Because it does bother me. Because I worry too much about fictional monarchies having the 'wrong' rules. D:
#this of course means odin has also has to tell his son “btw we lied to you. GUESS WHAT THO!! I GOT U A JOB!!”#and he sends Thor along because a) characters need other characters to talk to and b) he does in fact expect trouble#and I reckon after some sort of tense Confrontation about how if Lauffey wanted rid of his son he should have the guts to make sure he died#instead of leaving it to fate like a COWARD#Loki would - by power of poshness alone - manage to convince one or two Jotuns that he does indeed count as the heir#meanwhile: existential crisis D: D: D:#but hey free kingdom nothing to sneeze at eh? let's go! we can do this!#except (obviously) no. you can't. there is NO WAY there's nobody out there with a counterclaim.#and if your WORST ENEMY raised your new king (who has a questionable claim) you absolutely manage to find a third cousin from somewhere far#off who also has a shaky claim but - here's the thing - he's not an obvious attempt to impose Odin's puppet on your realm#and then Plot would unfold which is why i cant write this despite my Weird Niche Interests being aroused (NOT LIKE THAT) by this idea#also i would answer the “was there no mother involved? did she not mind the infanticide thing?” (could go either way on that really)#essentially Loki does have Scheming Politician energy but sometimes the task really is just impossible#but perhaps surprisingly the ending is a heartwarming reunion and maybe - MAYBE - some sort of vague apology#because that really was The Worst Fucking Plan Of All Time#okay someone stop me making a new file (you-and-whose-army.rtf) and writing the extensive notes i've now got in my head D:#(but an AU so not really!)#do you want a civil war on jotunheim because this is how you get a civil war on jotunheim#...oh no DO you want a civil war on jotunheim?! D: D: was THAT the plan??? D: D:#i'd totally throw in an Ambitious Consort Queen because those are my jam <3 <3 <3#fic-related#thor movies
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Ja’Marr changed his profile picture on Instagram… our boy is going through it rn 🥺🥲 Also could be because he misses his son
Also Joe Mixon commented “We got you brother” 🥹
i did notice that 😔 and i'm trying not to read too much into it! i can definitely imagine he's taking comfort in loved ones like his son right now to get through it (it is a super cute picture)
loved all the supportive comments on joe's post yesterday, from mixon, to cj stroud, to patrick queen - a bunch of the receivers etc etc. that man is so loved by his teammates and it shows!
#as for ja'marr changing his profile pic....oh man#i don't want to speculate (i mean of course i do) and obviously i don't actually know what he's thinking and have no way of knowing#but it does feel a little bit like he's giving up this season#or not giving up - i can't think of the right words#but perhaps not as a committed#he's a professional athlete his body is everything and you can tell this man thinks about his future a lot#(how carefully he managed his hip last year - talking about wanting joe to be here for the future)#and we know how he feels about joe#how much faith he has in him#i don't doubt his loyalty is to joe first and the team second (especially with his other bestie tee being out)#i think he realizes that their chances are much worse with joe out#an objective reality#and maybe he doesn't want to risk getting hurt by trying too hard and i cannot blame him at all!#i remember earlier this year after the titans game and when he was saying the always open stuff and just generally upset#someone during his stream asked him if he had any touchdown celebrations planned for the year#and he said he 'hadn't been thinking about anything like that'#aka he knew with a hobbled joe he wasn't going to be getting many td's#now he DID get one with jake in garbage time last game#and i feel like if jake does well then ja'marr would be willing to change his mind and go for it#he's gonna do the best he can with whatever the situation is#ok rambling too much i've thought about the simple act of a man changing his picture to be one of him and his son (perfectly reasonable!)#way too much!#good morning!
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thinking about how lonnie only ever cared about will when he died and that was just to profit off of his death + will giving a girl he doesn't know his toy truck just because she's crying and he thinks she needs it more even if he knows joyce can't buy him another one + one of the very first things will did upon waking up in the hospital was ask if jonathan was okay + will telling them to close the gate in season two even though he's part of the hivemind and that would've killed him, too + will breaking his own heart by confessing his feelings and giving mike the painting he's spent so long on but saying that all of it came from el thus sacrificing his own wants and self to again help others + how that same selflessness and self-sacrificing nature of his is going to undoubtedly rear its head in season five again because he's at the center of it all and it all goes back to him and vecna is a creature that feeds off of n fans the flames of pain and guilt... feelin very scared n anxious in this chili's tonight over this actually 😳
#he is NOT going to die obviously clearly we know this they're not killing kids#BUT.#i'm just saying.... i don't think it would be crazy for him to feel guilty and like maybe this wouldn't have happened if...#well... u kno.. :(#he would never give up bc that's literally his whole thing that he's a fighter and a survivor#but. he does love his friends and his family. and he has been willing to die if it meant saving them before so like. yanno.#BUT IT WON'T HAPPEN I'M JUST SAYING THE ANGST IS LIKELY GOING TO BE THERE#AND THEN OFC EVERYONE IS GOING TO BE LIKE ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY WILLIAM SHUT UP SIT DOWN AND GO TO TIME OUT#and then we'll get some good n scrumptious hurt/comfort ok no one stone me i'm knocking on wood ok i Kno#just imagine will proposing that and everyone immediately says NO and mike especially gets pissed#because he's SICK and TIRED of fucking losing will every single time he thinks he's got him back#and god dammit he's already seen what life is like without will there he's not going to do it again he's NOT#don't go where i can't follow + crazy together + it was the best thing i've ever done + it's hawkins it's not the same without you#versus closegate + el commissioned it + she needs you and she always will#mike who is clutching onto will for dear life unwilling to let him go and will who is all too willing to#walk through the gates of hell if it means saving everyone he's ever loved and putting them out of their misery#but of course there's a better plan and letting will die is like killing a puppy it's like taking a sledgehammer to the foundation of#everything yanno. without heart we'd all fall apart n u can't beat the darkness without the light#anyway. can u tell i'm procrastinating editing my fic rn n thats why im writing epic poems in these tags <3#mine
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Let me ask you a question, Light.
What it is, Ryuzaki?
I've been wondering: Who is your favorite Pokemon Mystery Dungeon character?
...I see what your game is, L. Deducing the probability of me being Kira based on my answer. Not bad, but I'm already ten steps ahead of you.
If I tell him my favorite character is Dusknoir, it's obviously going to link me to Kira. Not only is he a cunning, detective-like figure chasing after himself, but he is part of a species of grim reapers which can be connected to the shinigami.
But,
It would be befitting Light to pick Dusknoir since in the expanded story of Explorers of Sky, he grew willing to take great risks in order to make the world into a better and safer place. And even before his redemption arc, he is shown to be genuinely concerned about fellow Pokemon who are in immediate danger.
Of course, he could always play it safe and say Grovyle, who is a well-written and widely beloved character in the community. Not to mention a true seeker of justice.
No, it's too obvious. I have no choice. I'll just be outright. He can't possibly connect my liking for Dusknoir to Kira if I just present the facts.
I think my favorite would have to be Dusknoir! His development in Special Episode 5 was a fascinating choice and made me appreciate his character as a whole.
I see. I'm personally rather fond of Celebi.
!?
What the hell... Who would care about Celebi? Is this a threat? She is one of the characters who contributes to foiling Dusknoir's plans... Is he that confident in his ability to stop Kira? What is your angle, L...
Pokemon Mystery Dungeon!? I love these games! My favorite is Munna!
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Misa, what are you doing?! Munna seeks to rid the world of rotten Pokemon! You're blatantly making a connection to Kira!
Besides, Gates to Infinity is hardly worth of the Mystery Dungeon title... It's naive message about trying to better the world just through hope... I suppose it is just like Misa to like this game.
Still! Munna is an incredibly incriminating choice. Dammit, Misa...
Ahehehehe... Wigglytuff.
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