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moonlight-prose · 9 months

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LOVE IS STRANGE

➛ chapter one

a/n: after nearly a year later since i first posted this fics masterlist, i have finally begun writing it!! i have plotted the entirety of it, so hopefully chapters go swiftly. i saw top gun maverick for this man and now i'm finally writing his fic. i hope y'all enjoy!

note: a massive thank you to @bvckysmoon for beta reading this chapter!! you're the absolute best babes!🖤

summary: you came to fightertown to escape, but run right into him.

word count: 5.6k+

pairing: mickey 'fanboy' garcia x f!reader

warnings: not explicit, angst, parent death, grief, flirting, fluff, minor injuries, fanboy being a nervous wreck, cute as fuck nerds.

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The situation could have been better. Music played softly on the radio, a soft Spanish song you seemed to replay whenever you needed something to calm your nerves. Although what did you have to be nervous about? You’d been here before, once when you were a child with your mother, but this was different.

This was simply a different version of running away from your problems. Or fears rather.

You turned onto the street, staring at the address you’d written haphazardly on a napkin—the very same one clutched in your right hand. The ink bled outward, smudging the numbers slightly, but you could still make them out. It seemed that every house you saw was in pristine condition. Not even a single blade of grass was out of place—the white paint on most places so blinding as it reflected the late afternoon sun.

“C’mon,” you muttered, squinting against the sunlight to see the number clearer.

Five seconds later you were slamming on the brakes, jolting the car as you pulled over the side, finally in the right spot. For a moment you leaned back in the seat, staring at the beautiful property that you had been to once. You could recall the memory of music pouring out the front door, a woman laughing with your mother, and the smell of barbecue.

It had been decades since you’d even heard from the woman, but your mother always kept her close. A friend that she didn’t have to see everyday to know better than her own self. You could remember the holiday cards coming in the mail and letters they’d exchanged over the years. Your mother’s name written in slightly messy cursive handwriting—always managing to bring a smile to her face when she saw the pretty white envelopes.

That is until she pulled out the letter, saw the different stains of coffee that marked the pages, and laughed. You smiled at the memory, eyes misting over as you stared at the house—the song eventually fading to and end in the background.

“Okay,” you sighed, pulling the key out of the ignition and grabbing your purse.

Penny Benjamin certainly had her life together, living by the ocean with her daughter and running a bar. When you called her two weeks ago asking for a place to stay, she offered up her guest bedroom faster than you could explain why. Her reasoning was that she’d practically been the aunt you rarely got to see. Still a part of her family even though you were hours away. So you took her up on her offer and packed your small car the best you could.

At least to survive the summer out here in San Diego. Or as she affectionately referred to it—Fightertown.

The porch creaked slightly as you walked up the steps, your hand clutching your bag as if it were your lifeline. You prepared yourself to knock, unsure of what would happen when that door finally opened, but your eyes caught sight of a paper taped to the screen. Penny’s handwriting scrawled on the front. You half expected to see your mom’s name on the paper, but this time it was yours.

That alone nearly made you jolt in shock.

I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to welcome you to the house sweetie. I was needed down at Amelia’s school today. Apparently my daughter hasn’t been entirely honest with me about her grades so far. The key is under the turtle. If you recognize it then you’re right, you did make it in middle school. Your mom sent it to me as a birthday gift, claiming that you would be the next best artist the world has ever seen.

She was right.

If I’m not home later then I’ll be at the Hard Deck (the bar). The address is below. You’re welcome to start working any time!

-Penny

You smiled, glancing down at the oddly shaped turtle you had spent days on in art class. It was meant to go to your mom as a gift, but the clay seemed to have different opinions, part of the turtle’s foot having fallen off as you carried it home.

Picking it up, you felt the rough exterior of the pain beginning to wear off, the silver key placed neatly beneath it. The door swung open with a slight squeak, finally revealing the interior that definitely didn’t match the exterior. You caught sight of photos you’d taken through the years hung up on the walls, pictures of a young girl you knew to be Amelia and Penny beside them. You even noticed a small framed picture of you and your mom on the mantle.

It seemed that Penny had always been a part of your family. You just hadn’t been aware of how much.

You soon began to realize that the house was a small two story place that held a modicum of comfort that left you wanting to curl up in the guest room’s bed and never come out. It was certainly a vibe you found yourself falling in love with. Penny had placed small notes for you throughout. Directions on where the guest room was—on the button floor near the kitchen—and how to get to the beach if you wanted to explore.

Dragging your bags to the relatively large room, you caught sight of yet another photo you’d taken for a class years ago, hanging by the small desk by the window. The sight of your work displayed with such precious care throughout her house nearly made you tear up. Given that you had made the choice to come here after making your decision.

“Hey mom,” you whispered, pulling out the small portrait you had of her and placing it on the bedside table. “I made it.”

Penny’s note about how to get to the beach was still clutched in your palm. Half of you wanted to stay here, wait for her to get back so you could speak. But the other half genuinely wanted to see what was out there. Honestly you really just wanted to see the ocean again after having been away from it for so long, the sea salt air permeating your lungs the second you drove into town.

You dropped the note on the bed, placed the key on your favorite key ring, and changed.

Running along the beach in the late afternoon seemed to be just what you needed to get out of your own head. People milled about, some with families some without, but thankfully it seemed that most had left already to continue their day. Either that or begin plans for their night.

You inhaled and exhaled, feeling the burn go down your legs as you pushed yourself past the limit, aching for either a cup of coffee or a good lunch. You’d go in search of both as soon as you were done. The waves crashed softly on the shore, becoming background noise to your breaths; a lulling echo that you found you loved each time you were here. Your tennis shoes were slightly soaked as you ran through the water, but you didn’t mind.

Not with a view like that beside you.

To you…it was priceless. You only wished you had brought your camera with you, but the sharp sting of why you didn’t shot through you once more. Reminding you of why you were running in the first place.

Your headphones died halfway through the run—now strung around your neck—and you were half tempted to head into a local shop just to buy a cheap pair. But you did your best to focus on the sounds of the ocean. The steady rhythm of nature around you. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. You were breathing so hard your lungs started to hurt, but still you pushed past it. Seeing the end of the shore in sight; your stopping point barely twenty feet away.

Finally, you’d get some sweet relief.

Or a coffee. Which amounted to both in your case.

So focused on counting your breaths and listening to the waves you didn’t see the person running straight at you. The expression on his face made it clear that he didn’t see you in his path either until the very last second. In which you both swerved, him to the left and you to right, causing your foot to slide on the wet sand. A sharp pain shot up your thigh and you cried out as fell forward, fully expecting to hit the sand hard. Thankfully his hands quickly grabbed a hold of your wrists, steadying you the best he could.

“Fuck are you okay?” he asked, ripping the headphones from his ears and helping you back to your feet. Well…as much as you could stand on a most likely twisted ankle.

“Yeah.” You bit back a groan at the stabbing pain that continued to go up your leg. “Just slipped.”

“Shit.” He helped you sit on the dry part of the sand, crouching down beside you. “I didn’t see you. I tried to move but I couldn’t get my foot out of the sand.”

You laughed, shutting your eyes for some reprieve. “Me too.”

“May I?” he asked, gesturing to your leg and you nodded without a second of hesitation.

He pressed lightly against your ankle, causing you to hiss in pain as he inspected the injury—his eyebrows pulling together with worry. You hoped it wasn’t twisted or sprained, knowing that tonight you were meant to start working with Penny. You were either screwed or would become the world’s first sitting bartender. That idea you had to laugh at.

He managed to shift your foot without any further pain, reigniting hope in your chest. Maybe you were fine. Maybe you’d actually get through this day without anything else happening. Although knowing how popular small town bars were—how busy they got—you were probably better off with it being twisted.

“It doesn’t look too bad,” he said, pressing his thumb along the bone. “I’m guessing you just shifted on it the wrong way.”

“My lucky day.” You didn’t mean for the words to sound snarky, but it was too late to take them back.

He cringed, standing up and running a hand along the top of his buzzed haircut. You could barely see him with the sun casting a heavy glow around his form, but what you could see took your damn breath away. He stood shirtless, practically dripping in sweat that trailed down his abs. It didn’t help that his shorts hung low on his hips, revealing dips that made your heart race.

Really it was unfair to see how fit he was. You only ran a few weeks a year, whereas he looked like he ran multiple times a day. The man looked like a god, or at least he was shaped like one.

Shifting your gaze upwards to his face before your mind could wander further, you felt your heart flutter at the sight of his face filled with worry. After so long on your own you forgot what that felt like.

Having someone worry about you.

Granted he didn’t know who you were, and you’d probably never see him again in your life. But it was nice to dream.

While you wanted to remain there with him, you knew that sooner or later you’d have to find Penny. If anything, you had to get ready to start your new job. You took the hand he offered to help you stand, wincing slightly as you put pressure on your foot. Thankfully the pain was subsiding slowly; the short break you needed helped somewhat. But you could already tell it would form into an irritating ache later in the night.

Even when you were settled on your feet and successfully ignoring the pain, he still didn’t let go. You had half a mind to ask for his number, or even just his name, but your short lived stay here shoved its way to the forefront of your mind.

You wouldn’t be here long enough to get to know him. So you didn’t bother in the first place.

“Thanks for…” You gestured to your ankle, letting go of his hand, missing how the warmth of it felt nice against your own.

He smiled, a sight that captured you so fiercely you thought you’d never be able to head back after this. Why did he have to be so fucking pretty? It would make forgetting about your small encounter harder. You knew he’d probably have you out of his mind the second he left, so you attempted to do the same thing. Whoever he was would simply be a passing memory. Something nice to look back on in the future.

“You can’t thank me for that,” he said. If you weren’t mistaken you could see a faint red stain on his cheeks as he averted his gaze to the pier. “I was the cause of it. So it feels unfair.”

“Okay…” You wiped the sweat off your forehead. “How about a thanks till we’re even?”

Once again the smile was back, replacing his frown—much to your delight. “How would we get even?”

You shrugged. “We’ll see if I hurt you in the future.”

“Does that mean I’ll see you again?”

“Who knows,” you called out, walking up towards the street. His gaze trailed after you, until you disappeared in the distance, leaving him standing there.

You headed towards Penny’s house, feeling the pain lessen with each step. You should have asked him for his name and number, but you figured if you were meant to see him again, you’d happen upon him before your stay came to an end. However the chances of that happening were slim to none. Which left you with merely the hope of the universe working in your favor.

The sight of the house left you with a feeling of relief. You regretted not taking your car to the beach, figuring it wasn’t that far, but your ankle throbbed painfully by the time you reached her porch. Your keychain jingling loudly as you opened the door.

The lack of noise in the house told you Penny must have headed straight to the bar. Which gave you the option to shower, rest, and dig through your suitcase for clothes. You weren’t entirely equipped with a wardrobe that catered towards the beach, sun, and sand. You were geared more towards city life than oceanside.

When you told Penny that you wanted to work, explaining how you bartended whilst getting your bachelors degree, she was more than happy to offer a job at the Hard Deck. Penny claimed it wasn’t too bad once you got the hang of things—words that you were currently living by.

You simply have to hold her to that when tonight rolled around.

Okay…so she kind of lied.

When you arrived, you barely had time to give her a quick hug, say a joy filled hello, before she was called away and you were thrown into the chaos. For an hour you’d been serving person after person, the crowd only getting bigger as the sun began to dip below the horizon; the night life emerging after a day of hibernating. Penny nudged you gently every time she passed you, the smile on her face just as bright as you remembered.

You spotted some men in uniform playing darts in the corner. Navy by the looks of things. You knew they had a base around here—having visited as a kid beforehand—but this was your first time seeing them in person.

Wiping down the bartop, you let go of the breath you were holding, preparing for the next waves of people to walk through the door and order who knows what. Beers were the main drink of the night—the stock being depleted within the first hour. Penny had gone into the back to bring out a few more boxes—tasking a man in uniform to follow her. So, you waited for her return, leaning your hip against the bar and wiping the sweat off your neck.

“Has anyone told you that you are beautiful?”

You turned, catching the gaze of the Naval officer from earlier, his blonde hair styled a little too perfectly and his smile nearly blinding. He looked like the human version of a Ken doll. In a good way. The man from earlier flashing in your mind as you tried to come up with something clever to say in return. You wondered if he too was a part of the Navy. Was he preparing for a missing or training?

Really you didn’t know enough about the Navy to actually form a coherent opinion on them. You only knew what Penny told you over the phone.

You smiled, attempting to come off as somewhat grateful for his compliment. “I would say you were the first, but then I’d be lying.”

He laughed immaculately—his demeanor telling you he knew how good he looked—and you tried not to compare him to the man from the beach. Who knows when you’d see him again—if ever—and here was another handsome man in front of you. Clearly interested. So why couldn’t you flirt back? It’s not like you didn’t know how to do it. You were mildly competent at the game, having snapped a few dates in your lifetime, but tonight you felt off.

As if you could practically see right through the man in front of you.

“How’d you end up working here?” he asked, leaning on the bar in an attempt to get close to you.

“Oh…uh…Penny’s my mom’s friend.” You drummed your nails against the bar.

His smile deepened, revealing dimpled lines that made him look…cute. “I was about to say. I’ve been here before and I would have definitely recognized you.”

“Ah well…it’s my first night working here.”

The corners of his eyes crinkled slightly. “I guess it’s my lucky night.”

You opened your mouth to respond, ready to say you weren’t interested in starting something right now, when the doors swung open and the next wave of customers hit. People poured in, finding spots at the bar and tables around the outskirts of the already crowded place. What caught your eye first was the woman in the exact same khaki uniform, leading two other men towards the pool table.

You nearly missed him due to someone asking for a beer, but there he was—standing in a Navy uniform and stopping right beside the blonde man who’s name you didn’t other asking for.

“Hi,” you said, sounding a bit too breathless. You just met the man and yet there you were acting like a lovesick woman.

The smile that had embedded its way into your mind showed up again as he stepped closer to the bar—closer to you. “Hi. I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Small word I guess.”

He chuckled softly, your heart flipping in your chest at the sound. “Really small.”

“Do you two know each other?”

You forgot he was even there. “Not really. He helped me out with an injury earlier today.”

“More like caused it,” he exclaimed.

“I wouldn’t exactly say it was your fault. More like…it was the sand's fault.”

His smile grew, brown eyes lighting up. “I personally don’t like sand. It’s coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere.”

“Did you just…quote Anakin Skywalker?”

“Would you be mad if I did?”

If it was possible your heart sped up even more.

You shook your head, handing off a beer to the person that asked. “How could I be mad at a fellow Star Wars fan?”

The look in his eyes set you alight with a new type of nervousness. You’d flirted before, having proved it slightly with the other man—who was nowhere to be found—but this was a whole new playing field. It felt as if he was seeing right through your cool demeanor and viewing your thoughts like a novel. It should have unnerved you—left you vulnerable in some way—yet you found you didn’t mind it.

You blamed it on his brown eyes. They held an element of sweetness to them that made your brain go blank the longer he looked at you.

Penny’s hand on your shoulder made you jump. “How are you doing?” she asked over the noise.

You nodded. “It’s pretty chaotic, but I’ve got it handled.”

“Yeah there’s quite a crowd tonight. Think you can stay a bit longer tonight?”

“I’m here as long as you need me.”

“Good, because we’ve got guests,” she replied, pointing to the group of Naval officers laughing together.

It looked like you wouldn’t get a moment of peace until the night died down. So, you turned back to him, giving him what you hoped was a flirty smile, and slid a beer across the bar his way.

“Hey Fanboy!” A woman called, her hand gesturing for him to come join them.

Your eyebrows raised at the nickname. “Fanboy?”

He shrugged, his cheeks flushing red just as they had on the beach. “It’s my callsign.”

“You’re a pilot!” you exclaimed. The realization dawned on you slower than you expected it too, given that the uniform he was wearing should have given it away.

“Yes ma’am. Well I’m a WSO.”

The title sounded vaguely familiar. “You sit in the backseat right?”

He nodded. “Weapons system officer, yeah.”

“Can I ask where Fanboy came from?” You wished you had more time to talk with him, already enraptured by the way he spoke—the nervousness he exuded that was just as palpable as yours. Except you could see more people cramming their way to the bar and knew you’d be called away sooner than you hoped.

He laughed, taking a sip of the beer. “I’m a fan I guess,” he replied. “It’ll take a bit to explain.”

Just as you predicted, Penny called your name from the other end of the bar. You came into this job with her saying the Hard Deck was a popular place, but you didn’t anticipate just how popular it was. The people you now recognized as pilots were everywhere; their uniforms pressed and perfect. They looked more put together than you ever had in your life, but you supposed that’s where your differences lie.

They knew what they wanted out of life, while you hardly knew how to navigate life at all.

“How about a name then?” you asked, hoping that it came with a number you could call.

“Mickey.” He stuck his hand out. “Mickey Garcia.”

You shook it, remembering how it felt from earlier. “As in Sylvia and Mickey?”

Once more you were awarded with another laugh that sent heat creeping up into your face. “I guess so. Yeah.”

Penny called you again, gesturing for you to cut the conversation short and help her with the overwhelming amount of people. You quickly turned back to him, catching him staring at you not so subtly, which earned you another chance to see his cheeks turn red. You would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy that sight more than you should. A man had never blushed in front of you before him. Well actually…a man had never been interested in actually talking to you long enough for you to get him to blush.

“I’m impressed,” you said, handing off two more beers. “You sat through Dirty Dancing long enough to know who I’m talking about.”

Again he laughed and you yearned for the entire bar to empty out, leaving only you and him. “Dirty Dancing is a classic. It would be rude to not watch the whole thing in one sitting.”

Oh…this man was dangerous.

You were only here for a short time. Which meant you couldn’t go falling head over heels in love with an airman you just met that morning, but there you were. Attached to every word he said and hoping he’d say more.

A woman appeared at his side, her arm falling to rest on his shoulder. “If you’re done flirting Fanboy, we’re over there playing pool.”

The tops of his ears turned red, eyes averting to the smirk she wore—as if she’d just caught him red handed. “I’ll be over there soon.”

Her grin grew wider, eyes alight with a mischief that seemed to only make her beauty grow. “Better hurry. Payback’s laying down bets. Claims he’s going to kick your ass.”

He rolled his eyes. “Please. He knows needs me on his side.”

“I don’t know,” she sang, grabbing the beers Penny had placed on the bar for her, and turning back towards the loud group.

“You should go,” you said, drawing his gaze back to you. “They’re waiting.”

“They can wait some more.”

Heat spilled into your chest, spreading down towards your stomach. You’d never been so attracted to someone before. Never felt as if the world was being pulled to a stop, giving you two all the time you could have wanted to get to know one another. You didn’t want him to go either, but time didn’t seem to be on either of your sides tonight. His callsign was called again, breaking up the small moment you two shared.

“Go.” You put another beer in front of him, the condensation turning your hand cold. “Besides, resistance is futile. So sooner or later you’re gonna have to go over there.”

His eyes widened slightly, mouth parting as the words registered in his mind. Except before he could comment, someone was slinging their arm around his shoulder and tugging on him. Claiming that he couldn’t win without his WSO by his side. You figured the man currently dragging a reluctant Mickey away was Payback.

Before you could catch his eye again, you turned back to Penny who was currently overwhelmed by the amount of people placing orders. She handed off the small notepad full of who wanted what to you before moving to the small bell that hung in the center of the bar. The loud ringing sending up a raucous cheer that nearly deafened you. Yet in the middle of all that noise, your eyes caught his again, his smile even brighter than before.

“I think I’m gonna collapse,” you sighed, falling onto the stool, a glass of ice water in front of you.

Penny chuckled, popping open two beers and handing one off to you. “Welcome to life in Fightertown. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to greet you.”

You waved her off. “It’s fine. I found my way around just fine.”

“Still. I should have been there. If anything to tell you I’m glad you’re here.”

“Thanks,” you said softly, taking a sip and letting the cold liquid wash down your throat.

She smiled, the crinkles by her eyes reminding you of your mom’s. “How are you doing? Since the decision and the…funeral.”

The inevitable conversation had finally come up, but you knew you couldn’t run from it forever. Not with Penny. Not after she’d been there for you through it all. You could remember the day a bit too clearly. The tears, the numbness, how Penny reintroduced herself into your life and took on the role your mother couldn’t anymore. She took you in with open arms, called you every week to check in, and even sent you small things in the mail to make sure you smiled.

You’d never be able to express to her how truly grateful you were.

“The decision was hard.” You took another sip. “But it was the right choice for me.”

“I’m glad.”

“At least when I go back I’ll know it’ll be because I wanted to.”

She nodded, clearly in agreement. “That’s all I want for you.” Another beat passed before she grinned, lifting the bottle to her lips. “It seems like someone was particularly smitten with you tonight.”

And just like that…the heat curled in your body again. Winding its way through your nervous system and setting you alight.

“Oh…he’s not. We’re not…I met him earlier today at the beach.”

“Right.” She pointed outside, to the back deck. “He’s been waiting out there for you since I rang for last call. Figured he’d come in by now.”

Your eyes darted to the glass doors, and sure enough there he stood. Holding a beer that had probably gone warm and nervously tapping his fingers against the deck railing. Penny watched for your reaction, but you couldn't hide the lovesick look in your eyes. The longing you felt in your heart. How did a man you met mere hours ago have such a hold over you? You were half tempted to ask her the question, but she was already moving away, humming a tune under her breath as she drank her beer.

Finding the courage within yourself, you headed towards the back, opening the door and watching as he whirled around. His eyes were wide, mouth opening and closing, but then he caught sight of your smile and relaxed slightly.

“Last call was twenty minutes ago,” you said, joining him outside, feeling the cool breeze wash across your skin.

A huff of laughter left his lips. “Yeah I was…”

“Waiting for me?” you mused, craving that blush you knew would come across his cheeks.

“Is that weird?”

You shook your head. “I’m glad you waited.”

“Yeah?” He had a look in his eyes, all encompassing and warm. Something you wanted to sink into, drown beneath. You wondered if he’d let you. “Can I walk you home?” he asked, his eyes quickly stealing a glance at your lips.

A pause of silence took over the space between you, but it didn’t feel awkward. Somehow everything that happened so far between the two of you felt…natural. Like you’d known each other for years, barely coming back together once more now. You wanted as much time with him as you could have. Stealing moments and locking them in your mind for when you would eventually leave.

“It’s only fair,” you finally said, eyes tracing the curve of his cheekbones. “Since you partially injured me earlier.”

He laughed, his body relaxing against the railing. “I have to make sure you get home safe.” He glanced up at you through his lashes; your heart sped up to an intensity that stole your breath away.

“Let me just grab my bag.”

You grabbed the half full beer bottle he still held and took it with you—feeling his eyes trail after you like earlier. A part of you wanted to sprint in and grab what you needed, but you knew it would only make you look a little too eager. Even if you were sure he felt the same, you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. Falling and nearly twisting your ankle was enough for one day.

“Lead the way,” he said, giving you space to walk past him as he followed you into the street.

A single street lamp flickered as you walked by, keeping a slow pace with Mickey as a chance to prolong the time you had with him. Eventually you’d have to go home, return to the guest bedroom, and restart the day over again. But for now you were content to remain there, walking along the yellow lit street, your hand brushing against his.

“I heard—when you were talking to Hangman—that it was your first night working at the bar?”

“His callsign is Hangman?” You snorted. “No you know what…that fits. But yes. It was my first night. I arrived in town earlier today.”

“So definitely not here for a vacation,” he joked, his knuckles brushing along yours. You wanted to take his hand in yours, to feel that addicting warmth you already longed for. Something about him made you feel like yourself for the first time in months and you didn’t want to lose that feeling.

“No. More like I’m…hiding out here.”

“From what?” he murmured.

“Life.”

You stopped in front of Penny’s house, admiring how he looked beneath the street lamp. How the shadows made his jaw even sharper. Except you continued to be drawn back to his eyes—the brown holding you captive.

“I know what that’s like,” he said softly. “You found a good place to hide.”

Smiling, you rummaged through your bag for the familiar keychain you bought yourself in college. Mickey’s eyes went straight to it. The surprise in his eyes from earlier returning, followed by a slight smile.

“I knew it,” he said, pointing to the Starfleet symbol. “What you said earlier. I wasn’t sure if you were actually…”

“A Star Trek fan?” you inquired, head tilting at his enthusiasm. “I’ve been one since I was a kid. Well at least since I first saw Captain Janeway being a badass on my t.v. screen.”

Mickey could have fallen in love then and there. His heart raced, just as yours did, breath leaving his lungs faster than he could keep it. You waited, holding your breath slightly as his mouth opened. The words forming on his tongue. You wanted to ask more about his callsign. The story behind how he got it, but watching his excitement at your keychain gave you enough of an idea.

“Would you…uh…” He took a breath, letting it out quickly before starting over. “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

Your heart soared, body flushing with that now familiar warmth until you swore you could feel it in the tips of your fingers. Perhaps falling head over heels for a pilot wasn’t such a bad idea this summer. For the first time in months you didn’t think about grad school, you didn’t stress over what came next in life. Because you were here, and he was looking at you like you hung the moon in the sky.

“I’d love to.”

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ROTTMNT Curiosities Part.4

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The soundtrack of the series is not much, so it is likely that an official soundtrack will not come out Some episodes were broadcast out of order

Even if you don't have a conceptual art book,

If they were Animal Crossing villagers. Leo would be a cheetah, Raph something cute and furry, Mikey something fierce like a badger, Donnie an immortal jellyfish

Big Mama is a mix of Headey's role as Ma-Ma in the movie Dredd and Mary Poppins

Russ imagines that Splinter had some kind of naming ceremony for them and made their own birth certificates, or some kind of formal Hamato Clan indoctrination scroll.

Stockboy's design was based on Egghead Jr

Splinter's mother's Guardian's job was probably to make sure the Foot Clan didn't get the Dark Armor teapot.

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Russ intended Don Suave to look like a young Ricardo Montalbán

In the chapter of The Hidden City Job, Don Suave says “Machismo”, however the writers were looking for a word of “exaggerated masculinity”, but that was interpreted in other ways, that is why it was changed in Spanish (Russ apologized for the confusion)

Russ appears in two episodes in Mascot Melee and Breaking Purple

In Pizza Puffs when Leo comes in sick with the baker, Ben (Leo) was asked to do 2 takes with what he would say, then he was asked not to read the script and say what he remembered. The result was sicker and stranger

If you have Google Home you can set Rise alarms (All written by Josh Riley Brown) Say “Hey Google, set a Donatello alarm for a minute” to try (This is years old, so I don't know if it works yet)

Carol is April's neighbor (she is not her mother)

Originally in "Shadow of Evil", Draxum was about to execute April and Splinter, and also Donnie and Mikey had a rock-paper-scissors fight to see who would be next to fight Splinter (This in homage to TMNT movie 1990)

The boys appeared in “Always Be Brownies”, this was discarded to give April the lead role.

It is up to each Hamato member to look after Shredder's return. It was Grandpa Sho's turn when he was young, but unfortunately Splinter's mother died under his watch.

None of the Foot recruits have a name.

A chapter had been thought of where it was told how Mikey and Raph were close as children

Cassandra was not planned to be Casey, that came up throughout the series

As for the boys' design, it is shadows that are seen, not black pants

There were no plans to do a crossover with Usagi, but the idea of one in the future has not been ruled out

The ideas of making and ending the series through IDW comic would be easy to do

#rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt splinter #rottmnt april #rottmnt cassandra jones #rottmnt casey jones #rottmnt draxum #rottmnt raph

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anime-trash-parody · 2 years

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Turtles Nicknames

You know how in some crossovers fics between the Turtles is always the thing of nicknames to say who is who, I love that Rise brought a new set of nicknames for the turtles.

What I don't like is Raph's case, he either is Raph or Raphael in most fanfics, Raphie is a cute alternative but then there is Ralph.

Which is a big no no, for me.

BECAUSE YOU HAVE LEON THERE, WHO CANNONICALLY KNOWS A LITTLE OF SPANISH.

And me as mexican, who grew up with the latin dub of the shows Raphael is directly translated to Rafael.

And you know how we call Rafael's here?

RAFA.

Why use Ralph when RAFA is right there?

Please don't take this so seriously, is just a me thing that I think about a lot. Just to prove my point, you can watch clips of the shows in spanish a you will notice that everyone calls Raph, Rafa.

#rottmnt #rise of tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt raph #tmnt crossover

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adobe-outdesign · 1 year

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What’s your opinion on Terapagos?

(Disclaimer: The DLC isn't out at the time of writing this. I'm doing this review now because we have the design and official art, but keep in mind I don't have context for some elements yet and thus my opinions could change in the future.)

I liked Terapagos' design the second I saw the drawing of it in the Scarlet/Violet book. While I don't think the final design is quite as good as the sketch (more on that later), I do like this guy overall.

First, conceptually, it's probably based in part on the tarasque, a mythical French and Spanish creature. Not only is it in the name and region, but the mane and hexagonal turtle shell is likely derived from it:

And even putting that aside, the simple concept of crystal turtle is pretty solid. Many gems are cut into a hexagonal shape to show off their luster, so using the natural plating on a turtle/tortoise shell to show off the same shape is a simple and effective. This is also nice because it visually represents the gimmick.

Visually, it's not bad. It's a surprisingly cute little thing (or big thing; we don't know its size yet. Personally I'm really hoping it's gigantic) with its big eyes and little mouth. The colors are also fine, using a yellow and blue gradient on the fur and a dark purple for contrast on the shell and body.

However, I do have to point out that it could've been better in some areas. Looking at that sketch again:

I've suspected for a long time that GameFreak has been "watering down" some of the more complex details in their designs, such as fur, in order to make them easier to model. Assuming this sketch functions as concept art in a sense, it seemingly confirms this. The Terapagos we got has some stiff, short broom-like fur around the head and three short flowing groups of fur for the tail. But the sketch? Look at that gorgeous flowing mane around the head, and the sheer detail and length of that tail (so long I had to cut it off here!). The sketch looks way better and way cooler due to this, and it's a shame that GameFreak is afraid to do more complex fur like this.

The other thing about the sketch is that I felt like it was a lot less cutesy; note how the eye is a less round shape, for example. Some of it was also misinterpretation on my part (I originally thought the eye was ringed, like a chameleon's, and the spikes on the head were ears). Keep in mind that the journals imply that Terapagos can screw with people's minds, and it sits in the bottom of Area Zero, barely moving and crystalizing everything around it. Obviously what we got wasn't bad, but I do wish it managed to be a bit more eerie and surreal. That's just personal preference, however.

Anyway, back to the design we got, I only have two real nitpicks. First, I think the spikes on the head are unnecessary and only serve to clutter the design. And secondly, I'm not a huge fan of how the shell literally has type symbols on it. We don't know the origin of this thing so maybe it'll end up making sense, but it just feels really forced compared to just coloring each plate a different color (it's more colorblind friendly this way, but considering this is the game that removed the shiny noise and sparkles I really doubt that was GameFreak's intent).

All of that said, I do really like this legendary so far. Like I said, the concept is strong, it's adorable, and the general mythological creature vibe is great. I do wish it kept more of the complexity of the sketch and I think the symbols are a bit forced, but everything else is enjoyable and I'm interested to learn more about this guy.

#terapagos #pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon reviews

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mesozoic-system · 1 year

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FAVORITE ROTTMNT CANON FACTS AND HEADCANONS ((MASSIVE SPOILERS!!!))

Don't be afraid to share your thoughts, opinions, and ideas! Comment which headcanons you agree or disagree with! I love hearing your feedback!!!!

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Favorite Canon Facts About Donnie

He's a soft shell turtle.

He loves to dance.

He's autistic.

His true passion is botany.

He hates being touched, but can sometimes tolerate it.

He's unfamiliar with strong emotions and will become confused.

He draws on his eyebrows.

He has an intense chronic fear of beach balls, bees, and spiders.

His favorite music genre is techno.

His gamer tag is "Bootyyyshaker9000".

His least favorite animals are monkeys.

His "type" are "cute but mean".

He doesn't like Hawaiin Pizza.

He's bad at sports.

He covers his neck when he's in danger.

He knows ASL.

He considers S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. as his son.

Favorite Headcanons About Donnie

Their pronouns are He/They

While experiencing autistic burnout, he'll become nonverbal and use sign-language or whisper to communicate.

They're also sensitive to loud noises at these times, and Raph always has to remind everyone to keep it down.

If he's been injured on his back without his battleshell (but not drastically), he'll have trouble breathing and enter an anxiety attack (turtles' lungs are located right underneath their shell).

They're aroace and would rather focus on science than dating.

He doesn't oppose wearing skirts or dresses. He finds them comfy.

While growing up, they had a tendency to swallow food whole, so Splinter had to cut it small until they learned how to eat properly.

He lets April paint his nails alongside Mikey, but only prefers the colors purple, black, or both.

They rarely cuss, but will do so if they get very angry or frustrated.

He puts his legs on other people's laps when sitting on a coach no matter who it is.

They know the FNAF lore by heart to every detail and spent months putting the pieces together.

However, he has different theories than MatPat.

They needed braces when their adult teeth grew in.

Favorite Canon Facts About Mikey

He's a ornate box turtle.

Out of all of his brothers, he looks up to Leo the most.

His gamer tag is "Flavortown".

His favorite music genre are boy bands.

He's interested in horoscopes.

He has ADHD.

He chooses scissors every time in Rock, Paper, Scissors.

He's the youngest of his brothers.

He's the family cook.

His favorite superheroes are Batman and Superman.

He loves to draw, paint, and color.

He has three known alter-egos: Dr. Delicate Touch, Dr. Feelings, and Dr. Positive.

Favorite Headcanons About Mikey

His pronouns are He/She.

Like Donnie, she enjoys wearing skirts, but instead of occasionally, she wears them as often as she can.

He and April are always painting amazing graffiti art in the sewer tunnels.

She hides in her shell when she's overwhelmed, startled, or upset until she calms down.

His favorite type of dancing is freestyle.

She loves rollerskating just as much as skateboarding.

He once found a raccoon, mistook it for a cat, and begged Splinter to let him keep it.

She was not allowed to keep the raccoon.

Because he loves art, his sibling's walls are covered in his drawings.

She flops down on a couch or chair every time she sits down.

He'll sometimes say random things out of the blue, but not realize he said it out loud until the others acknowledge it. Sometimes, they don't react to spare him the embarrassment, being that it's normal for him.

She loves Disney movies and sings along to all the songs, even if she doesn't know the words.

After using his mystic powers for the first time during the movie, his hands became shaky and painful. They eventually became better, but he had to go through the "What if I'm like this forever" phase.

She's pansexual.

He cussed once but didn't know what it meant.

Favorite Canon Facts About Leo

He's a red-eared slider.

His favorite music genre is glam rock.

He's really good at basketball.

He's fluent in Spanish.

He loves cracking jokes, especially in the middle of a battle.

He's the fastest runner among his brothers.

Favorite Headcanons About Leo

His pronouns are He/Him.

He's gay but very flirty with any gender- but only if it's to smooth-talk them into doing something for him.

He likes freestyle dancing along with Mikey.

He's rickrolled his entire family at least twice each.

He used to bite a lot as a kid, especially when he was teething.

He doesn't discriminate between dogs and cats.

He has excellent medical training.

He may not take a lot of things seriously, but when Donnie began using sign language, he was the one to encourage everyone else to learn it. He was even fluent long before anyone else was.

He prefers to wear sweats.

He hates reading.

He and Donnie share a twin's connection, meaning they can hear each other's thoughts and sense their emotions if they're strong enough.

He was absolutely heart-broken when Raphael died in the apocalyptic future, but Donnie's death changed him permanently because their connection was severed.

Favorite Canon Facts About Raph

He is a snapping turtle.

His catchphrase is "Like a Boss!"

He loves animals.

He regularly speaks in the third-person.

He's the eldest of his brothers.

He's allergic to peanuts.

Whenever he's on the phone with any of his brothers, he speaks in a gentle tone as if talking to an infant.

His favorite music genre is Rhythm and Blues.

He has separation anxiety.

He wears a retainer headset at night.

He has an obsession with pushing big, red buttons.

He's terrible at taking pictures.

He lets off several scents depending on his emotions if they're strong.

He likes to dress in drag and animal costumes.

He loves to spar.

He loves stuffed animals and plushies.

Big heart, small brain.

Favorite Headcanons About Raph

His pronouns are He/She.

Two of her hobbies are baking and knitting, both of which she's become really good at.

He loves strawberries. And no, not just because they're red.

To her brothers' amusement, she's a raging video-gamer and gets upset when she loses, but not when playing with Mikey.

He loves hugs, snuggling, and holding hands with his brothers and April.

She likes Kool-Aid, but only because it stains her mouth different colors.

He sometimes has trouble communicating and stammers a lot, especially when stressed.

She can't have straws because she always chews on them, even if they're the reusable ones. She once destroyed Mikey's curly straw by accident, but bought a whole new pack as an apology. She was only able to afford it because she did Donnie's chores to earn enough money.

He loves to sing, even though he's no good at it.

She's bisexual.

He's excellent at comforting others when they need it.

After the movie, she needed to wear an eyepatch.

Favorite Canon Facts About April

She's not afraid of a fight, even if her opponent is bigger and stronger than her.

She's rather intelligent.

She gets along well with everyone she meets unless they're mean to her or do something bad.

She loves to play video games.

She is Splinter's student and is currently learning Ninjutsu.

She has accurate aim and can use anything as a weapon.

Hating April for her "new race" is racist. Stop it.

Favorite Headcanons About April

It's pronouns are They/It.

They're nonbinary.

It worked overtime to suprise the boys with Nintendo Switches.

They consider the Hamato family as their own and call the turtles their brothers often.

It's bisexual.

They snap at anyone who misgenders or uses the wrong pronouns for any of their siblings.

It loves sleepovers.

They're dating Sunita.

The first time it wore a binder, everyone noticed instantly and started panicking until it told them.

Favorite Canon Facts About Splinter

He always falls asleep after drinking milk and eating cake.

He used to date Big Mama.

He refers to his sons as their mask's colors.

He can turn the lights off in any room he's in with a clap of his hands, giving him an advantage by using the darkness.

He was a professional actor before his mutation.

He's a really good singer.

He's able to sew rather well.

He can move faster than an eye could follow.

He can set different parts of his body on fire at will.

Favorite Headcanons About Splinter

His pronouns are He/Him.

He had to put leashes on the turtle tots to keep track of them.

He can actually be a good dad if he really needs to be.

Although he rarely says it out loud, he is extremely proud of all of his sons, but secretly wishes he had done more for them as they grew up.

He was extremely protective of Donnie as he grew up and took great favor in making sure she was safe because of his soft shell. The others never got jealous of all the attention she got because they knew how important it was to keep him safe- Well... maybe Leo did a few times. When she grew up and made himself a battleshell, Splinter finally relaxed.

Headcanons About All

The turtles shed their skin and shells annually.

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Alright it's almost Hispanic Heritage month again yall. Here's a list of Animated characters that I, a Latina, cried over when I found out they were Latin American

For clarification, "Found out" means, having no previous knowledge of said characters and within the context of the show/movie they are confirmed Latin American.

(From the perspective of a Costa Rican 🇨🇷 specifically)

The entire Madgrial Family (Encanto)

The moment I saw the teaser trailer for Encanto I started crying. I was so BEYOND EXCITED to see real, true, positive beautiful Latin American representation in a Disney movie. I'm not even Colombian but seeing something like this become so popular made me so happy. Being able to fully understand "Dos Orugitas" in Spanish just hits so different, its not the same in English. It's such a beautiful step for Latin American representation, and I'm so excited to see what comes next for us. (Still holding out for my Latina Disney princess tho. And no, Elena doesn't count) I've also been told I look just like Mirabel and seeing a character that looks like me in a Disney movie just made my heart soar.

Luz Noceda (The Owl House)

Bruh a bisexual Latina with mommy issues AND she's bilingual??? She's just like me fr.

Lance McClain (V*ltron Legendary Defender)

He was my absolute favorite character in V*ltron and I will NEVER forgive them for ruining his arc and making him sad forever. He deserved a happy ending. He's NOT "just a boy from Cuba", he's so important and lovely.

Miles Morales (Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse)

I'm not a comic book reader, so Into the Spiderverse was the first time I met Miles. Finding out he was Afro Latino made me heart soar. He's a sweet boy, such a good character in the movie, and definitely deserved the Oscar. Can't wait for the sequel.

Claire Nuñez (Tales of Arcadia)

Claire is literally such a badass. She's amazing, an amazing character, her story with Jim is beautiful. Love it when she's speaks Spanish. 10/10 character (Watch Tales of Arcadia it's really good)

Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera (Ducktales 2017)

King of my heart. Wholesome dork. Voiced by Lin Manuel Miranda.

Gosalyn Mallard (Ducktales 2017)

What I literal icon. I really really REALLY hope that the rumored Darkwing Duck reboot uses the DT 2017 versions of the DW characters cause this Gosalyn is a QUEEN

Hector Nieves Aka: Hi-Five (Glitch Techs)

Glitch techs was such a cute show it deserved to keep running. Screw Nickelodeon for canceling it just as it was starting to get interesting. Anyway this dork is adorable. Bilingual gamer king.

Troy Sandoval (Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts)

Hi this cutie patootie is a literal king. He and Benson are so cute together. (GO WATCH KIPO AND THE AGE OF WONDERBEASTS ON NETFLIX I PROMISE YOU'LL LOVE IT)

Honorable Mentions:

(From top to bottom, left to right. Tumblr only allows 10 images at a time so I had to combine them)

• Señor Hueso and Capitan Piel, who together make the icon Don Suave (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2018):

I literally laugh my ass off whenever I watch the episode "Hidden City Job" and they do the whole Don Suave bit. Like it's so over the top yet accurate to telenovela characters that I can't help but laugh every time. When they first introduced Capitan Piel, I instantly laughed so hard before they even translated it because they did the whole Skin and Bones bit and I just thought it was so clever. 10/10 duo I'd love to see more of them. (GO WATCH ROTTMNT PLEASE THEY NEED ALL THE SUPPORT THEY CAN GET IF THEY WANT A SEASON 3)

• Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel)

People were giving Vivziepop shit accusing her of making Vaggie the "angry Latina stereotype) and I couldn't disagree more. Vaggie is perfectly fine as a character, and I can't wait to see what they do with her in the official Hazbin Hotel series!!

• Isabella Garcia-Shapiro (Phineas and Ferb)

Phineas and Ferb was the first fandoms I was ever in, and Isabella holds such a special place in my heart. Love her to pieces

• Marco Diaz (Star vs. The Forces of Evil)

Svtfoe was also one of the first fandoms I was in, so seeing one of the leads be portrayed as Mexican made 12 year old me so happy.

• Miguel Rivera (Coco)

Coco is such a beautiful movie, and I ONLY watch it in Spanish. Miguel is such a sweet and special boy, he really brought the joy of music back into his family.

• Soos (Jesus) Alzamirano Ramirez

Gravity Falls was ALSO one of the first fandoms I was in (PnF, GF, and Svtfoe were my main 3 for a time), and finding out this loveable goof was Latino made me really happy

• Princess Elena Castillo Flores

Now she may not be an official Disney princess (she doesn't meet all the requirements to be part of the franchise) but that doesn't mean she isn't excellent representation for young children. Although the show doesn't represent one specific Latin American country/culture, the show does have bits and pieces of many different LatAm cultures, and even some indigenous inspiration here and there with all the mythology aspects. It isn't perfect, but I do still appreciate Elena's presence in Disney.

Happy Hispanic Heritage Month everyone!!!

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jxlala · 8 months

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Apartment 512

Oneshot based on the song by Selena-El chico del apartamento 512

>Jake Lockley/f!reader<

This work is originally written in Spanish so I'm sorry if my translation is not enough haha but well I hope you enjoy them

por si quieres leerlo en español

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Moving, new life, new challenges, London a big city, you definitely left Latam, you looked at your new apartment, you were so excited, everything would go up from now on.

Your interview… average, well, after weeks they called you, you entered, great! At least the salary would be enough to compensate for the apartment, how lucky you were that your family supported you in the payment of 3 months, they were the best.

Finally, after adapting in about two weeks, you felt better, although the cold was the only thing you could hate, and well, in one way or another the owner of the building was sweet, even more than your grandmother, she reminded you but less Latin American, she lived on the 5th floor, strange considering there were only two large apartments in the first floor that looked like houses but you didn't question, you were just getting to know her but you spent most of the day with her, Elloise was so cute, she asked you to you call her Eli, it was the best thing after having dinner and being with her at night watching television.

It was strange the fact that she always had things and shopping bags at the door, you always help her put them away, but whenever you asked her how she carried that alone and she simply said that she was helped, every time you offered to go with her she said that you should concentrate on the job that you had just adapted to this new world.

How quickly time passed, you loved your routine, 5 months already, work, outings and spending time with Eli, everything felt so good, although when she talked that you needed a boyfriend, you were offended that there was not the right one, like any Friday you returned from work a little later than usual and the rain surprised you on the way, with sighs you soaked into the building, should I go see Elloise? But quickly the idea dissipated, trying to accommodate your bag you called the elevator, what a day... The time, almost 11:30 well yes it was later than normal.

Once the elevator door was closed, you came in, God, my face! How could you look so bad? You pressed the number 6th floor, in the mirror you arranged your hair and now you looked like a girl with a sad and soaked face, great! when you were about to reach the third you saw that the floor number 3 was marked and in front of you the door opened, how pathetic you must have seen you, because the handsome man who was in front of you definitely grew a smile, you weresure it was because of your appearance.

He whispered a slight good night, you did not know if you heard a slightly American touch in his voice, you felt nervous, he entered or stood next to you, he was definitely older, out of the corner of your eye you analyzed his appearance, he was so sexy with vibes of old man, his heartthrob vibe, he made you tremble, you always had a crush even when you were on the train, but this one was in your building, how likely was it to find him again?

Time was like a turtle or it was just your nervousness to be next to your next obsession, so close, you felt that the elevator had even his essence you could perceive his masculine scent, your legs trembled , DING! You recovered your consciousness to see how he came out, a detail, he carries a bag of tools, the gesture of goodbye he made with his flat cap, you saw his curls peek cute, but when he came out and approached the door you knew ...

Knock, knock, the door opened – For God's sake! At last, you arrive – he entered, the elevator closed again, you were static.

WHAAAAAAAT? he went to Elloise's apartment, did she know him?! Well it was obvious is the owner after all, when you entered your home everything was automatic until you went to the bathroom, you looked in the mirror, with all your look wet and misaligned.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Why me? These things always happen to me!!! After that cry of relief, you heated the water in your shower and returned to your room to change, undressing and taking a towell you returned to shower, a little rest from your long week, but what you should do now, that is, you knew that she being the owner would know everyone, but if you asked about him she would tell you why you asked about him.

You snorted in your bed, he was very handsome, that aura of maturity, his smile and playful look God, it was more than certain that he was 'a player' a man with such appearance is definitely not alone and if he is sure it is nothing serious, you threw your back to the bed Agh!, you should leave those thoughts, but something inside you wanted to know more than What man! It was your final thought before you fell into the world of dreams.

About two weeks the thought was still in your mind, who was him?, in the end you were not nosy enough to ask Eli, but change that day, as simple as you going to buy a dessert, you looked at the shelves and everything looked delicious, but in the end, you chose orange tarts, deli and easy, how lucky that that place was close to your home, the bad thing is that it was late, a bad time you chose to go fulfill your whim.

Sighing in your thoughts about your work you returned home with tranquility until you saw him while you went around the block approaching the building, it was him, the flat cap and the leather jacket indicated that it was him and mmm that mysterious aura that he emanated, what a bless ... You quickened your pace a little as he approached the front door of your building, you moved quickly.

Your dessert box was swinging so much that sure the tarts were destroyed, but it didn't matter he was so close to you, even if you didn't greet him you just wanted to see him, what a fool you are, too cowardly maybe.

You opened the door as stealthily as you could, as if you had not run half the block, you looked and there was no one at the entrance, you sighed sure he is not, you stood in front of the elevator and called, you wandered a little Why did it take so long? surely someone called, and with a disgusted face the doors opened in your front, showing that man checking the elevator buttons?

He turned and looked at you, sexy – Oh! Sorry I didn't want – your voice wobbled, when you wanted to continue, he spoke – Careless, I was just checking something – from the almost sagging position he was in, he stood up, giving space for you to enter the elevator, with a slight bow of the head you entered when passing by him you realized that he was not too high, maybe 172, maybe a little more, well with your 153 cm you couldn't say much.

-Is the elevator wrong?– You managed to ask once inside, you could not think of a more silly question, you saw that a slight smile approached his lips, cute – Not at all, the owner just asked me to take a look, nothing more – the american accent well then he was not British and that touch that looked slightly latin, how delicious his voice sounded, deep and serious, your body felt electricity for a minute – Ah! Okey, so if I can use the buttons? – you said when your hand was static for a moment in front of the panel.

A slightly mocking laugh came out of him – Of course! – just by existing he was making you fall more and more for him, your reflex hand pressed the number 5 and you waited, you felt nervous, it was silent until the door opened before you, you walked to door 501 on the left side of the hallway Eli's house, you knocked, the footsteps behind you made you nervous was him walking, a "it's open!" you heard behind the door you moved the knob and yes it was open, when you entered and turned around you saw exactly what you wanted, his home, apartment 512.

A big sigh came out of you, you walked in as if it were your house and your face turned in annoyance – Can you tell why the door is open? huh? – Eli going out with his pajama baton coming out of the bathroom, this woman would kill you – It's dangerous it's eleven! What do you do with the door unlocked? – you saw her sit on her sofa like nothing – This is not like in your country, I told you, I am older than you, you can stop being a mother chicken, not even my children are like that with me – grumbling from the sofa to you looking where you were.

You gave her a bad look – Sure, despise my care for you, as always – you opened the box of your desserts and went to the kitchen and served them, switching into the living room and sitting with her – why aren't you sleeping? – you saw that she sighed – I just didn't feel like it… you came too

–Yes well I did, I bought something and wanted to bring it to you – you said making a sign to what you brought, they were silent they watched an action movie on the channel that was on the tv, that silent company was usual among you, I knew that she would not say anything else, you said goodbye after wrapping her in her bed with a kiss and a hug, you left his room, leaving everything tidy just before leaving an idea occurred to you, a smile appeared on your face.

You closed the door of his house carefully and looked into the hallway, not a great soul, now with the oranges in your arms you approached, door 512, and dropped the oranges and left a three near Eli's door and others scattered in the hallway, making it a "!!TUUUUUN!!" sounded when you hit the door, and as fast as you could in that instant you crouched and the door in front of you opened, in your mind this was what you needed – I'm so sorry they fell – feigning some desperation, you picked up the oranges from the floor to put them in your arms, the silhouette in front of you, crouched at your height.

A few hands extended the oranges towards you and they did not seem to be from a man, when you looked up you were surprised to see a woman with curly hair, that beautiful – Let me help you – she pronounces while taking some fruits to help you, you got up, there was a beautiful woman in his apartment so late ... you had no chance, you let yourself be helped and even offered you a bag, you thanked her help without expanding the interaction anymore, you went around the elevator to return home.

You definitely lowered all your spirits, sure it was his girlfriend that otherwise a woman as beautiful as she could be in someone's apartment, you looked at your bed to lie down without desire, well apparently you could not like him if he was taken, they spent weekss trying to forget about that man however it seemed that you saw him more times than before clear not closely, but sometimes you saw it.

Walking through the streets of old London in the direction of your home you saw a couple kissing across the street in front of the apartments, they separated and what you did not expect at all was that the woman you had seen in apartment 512 was kissing with another guy, but you thought she was with ...

-Hey! – she greeted kindly as they both entered the building, a feigned but respectful smile you returned – What's up? – Your heart was beating fast you wanted to get out of there, casually you asked her without really looking interested – Nice, no more problems with oranges? – she pressed the elevator button while the two waited for it to arrive, Was her tone mocking? – heh, no more, thanks for asking

They went in together, she hit the 5th floor and you on the 6th you were not in the mood to see Eli – Do you live here? I haven't seen you before – at least if she was cheating on his boyfriend maybe there was a small chance for you – I don't, actually I come to visit a friend, I'm sure if you know him, his name is Jake – for a moment all that was on your mind was his name, you finally had it and she wasn't his girlfriend, two good things that wonderful.

–Seriously? I've seen him a few times, but we've never been formally introduced – you laughed a little and she accompanied you – I see, but you're going to the sixth floor, don't you live on the fifth? – her question seems strange to you – no – you answered.

-Oh as you were there that day I thought you lived there – there you understood why she was asking you after all – Not at all, I was just going to visit the owner, she lives in 501 so I always visit her – you explained happily, all this conversation was putting you in a better mood, when you turned to look at her you heard a slight murmur from her "that was" – sorry, did you say something?

-Nothing, heh, my name is Layla, by the way – with a smile you also introduced yourself and smiled at her when, they both arrived at the floor, Jake was at the door of his apartment, his face was serious, you felt our eyes collided, in his gaze you felt a change, Layla was the first one who left the small space and you walked slowly to Eli's apartment, you saw that the two of them started talking while you knocked on the door, no one answered that was new, you were about to take your phone out of your bag when you heard your new friend say goodbye to you calling your name, with a gentle wave of your hand you reciprocated.

-She's not here – a voice says back, his voice, you turned quickly with the phone still in your hand – Sorry? – you don't know why you felt a little silly, it was as if you pretended that situation was part of the telenovela – Elloise is not there, she had a meeting with her friends today – how was it possible that he knew that, you check the messages on your phone and it said "don't come today", well now you were like a fool in front of your crush – how do you know she is with her friends? – you asked.

–I took her – you don't expect that, so he sure was the one with the heavy favors, who helped her – I see... you just said, you put your phone away, your name filled your ears, he was calling you by your name – did you need her for anything?

I was just coming to see her as usual — you smiled — but she planted me — a slight laugh escaped from your lips, your heart beat super fast when you were in front of him, although you were surprised by the fact that you weren't stuttering enough.

—Are you the one who is always with her at night? – he questioned – yes – you answered

There was a silence.

—Thank you... She is much better thanks to you – his statement amazes you – her children are already as close to her as before and she was sad most of the time, I was worried, but I could not do anything, but now she is happy and all for you, thank you.

Your face was completely red God he was flattering you right now, you know the situation of Eli she told you herself and although complaining about how clingy you were she appreciated you a lot, and he had a real appreciation for her also because the fact that right now she is telling you all this, God! He was a sensitive man, your heart squeezed – it's nothing, I appreciate her very much, she's like my family now – you smiled back at her comment.

You saw his smile, he extended his hand to you, in the same way you did, but the act that follows you don't expect it at all, you thought he was going to make them shake, it was like in slow motion when you approached your hand and he took it bringing it to his face, near his exquisite lips, and he kissed it, he kiss the back of your hand, if you were red before now even more.

At that moment you were speechless, your mind couldn't process fast enough – I can't believe Elloise has been hiding you from me so long, but thanks to Layla, I know your beautiful name, princesa.

The pumping of your heart seemed to go at 100,000 per second, he had gotten close enough to make you feel even more shy and self-conscious than before, with all his aura and essence surrounding you, he approached your ear slowly.

"Now let me enjoy you, because now that I have you I will never let you go"

He took your hand and led you in the direction his apartment, a big smile lit up his face, you and he were going to enjoy like never before.

Fin

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I don't know if this is well translated, so forgive me

#jake lockley #moon knight #oneshot #jake lockley x reader #jake lockely x you #moon knight x reader #oscar issac characters #oscar isaac

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t0ta11y-n0t-cup1d · 8 months

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rules ;; intro ;; masterlist

rules ;;

- no smut ( MIGHT do suggestive but im a minor— not only do i NOT know how to write nsfw scenes but i also so not want to )

( also TEENAGE mutant ninja turtles. )

- reqs ;; OPEN

- i WILL get to every request itll just take time :')

- will write one-shots, drabbles, hcs, but SPECIFY if you have a pref bc it makes reqs easier to complete

- there is a taglist!!! just ask to be added :]

- don't be a dick?? please??

that's literally it lol XDDD!!!!

intro ;;

hi!! im cupid (cupez, cucu) and i use he/him prns :]] currently in school so reqs and stuff will take a bit longer (also depending on what you want NSNFNSNCJ)

i like cute stuff!!! so im usually pretty better at writing fluffy scenarios BUTTTT totes willing to write angst/horror stuff as well :))

im mexican and spanish is my primary language and what im more comfy w speaking/writing so if i write somethin wrong or if the way i used a remark is incorrect, please tell me!! i won't get offended, and it helps when people correct me on this stuff!!

masterlist ;;

TMNT ;;

raph ;;

— none as of yet

leo ;;

— Totally Platonic - fic ; Rise!Leo

CRUMBS p1,

— Touchy-Feely - hcs ; Rise!Leo + Rise!Donnie

— (Not at All) Evil - fic ; Rise!Leo

donnie ;;

— Touchy-Feely - hcs ; Rise!Leo + Rise!Donnie

mikey ;;

— none as of yet

april o'neil ;;

— none as of yet

cassandra jones ;;

— none as of yet

casey jones jr. ;;

— none as of yet

misc ;;

— Instinct -hcs ; Rise! Raph, Leo, Mikey, Donnie

spiderverse ;;

miles morales (1610) ;;

— none as of yet

miles morales (42-b) ;;

— none as of yet

gwen stacy ;;

— none as of yet

pavitr prabakhar ;;

— none as of yet

hobie brown ;;

— none as of yet

miguel o'hara ;;

— none as of yet

peter parker ;;

— none as of yet

jessica drew ;;

— none as of yet

current taglist ;; @apostlephobe

LUV FROM ;; CUPEZ

#cupez thoughts #luv from cupez #cupid writes #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #into the spider verse #spiderverse x reader #across the spiderverse #spiderman #spiderman fanfiction

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mimastuff · 10 months

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Gender neutral Mexican reader teaching Rottmnt Raph (and the others if you want) how to dance quebradita? Romantic and separate relationships if you write about the other turtles

Ofc ! I hope you enjoy it :D this is such a cute request ❤️

Dancing with raph

Pairings: rise!Raph x gender neural, Mexican reader

Tw: nothing just fluff :)

Contains: a little Spanish , dancing the quebradita and fluff :D

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As the music began to blare through your speaker , that same familiar smell began to rise. Raphael’s fear stink. He felt like jelly when you had first asked him to dance with you. Heat rising to his cheeks and his happy grin plastered on his face. When you told him what you were teaching him. The quebradita!?

He had only seen clips that you had shown him of yourself dancing at your friends quinceañera. Although he was extremely impressed with what you could do , he could only wonder what if they were to drop the other person? But now he was standing here, getting those same exact thoughts as you attempted to teach him.

“Raph you will be fine. Now let’s start with hand positions.” You placed your arms around his neck and his on your waist and your hand. He felt heat rise to his cheeks as you got comfortable.

“I don’t know about this Y/N you make it looks so easy , what if I drop you?” His face turned into a pout. ”corazón, your not ready for the big dips and tricks yet , so let’s start on the foot work”. You explained. He watched you eagerly as you told him. “Be on your toes like this, there you go,ok now sway like this with me, that’s it raphie, ok don’t focus too hard on your upper body , it’s all in the hips baby.”

As you guys moved and dance around your kitchen , you couldn’t help but feel a sence of relief when he started to smile brightly. His foot movements followed yours in unison to the music.

The song slowed down and faded out. Raph and you took a breathy smile at each other.”you did so good ! Who knew a turtle could move like that. Maybe you will be doing the lifts sooner than I thought:)” raph shuddered at the idea but agreed anyway.

As you and him made you way to the couch to watch a film , he couldn’t help but smile at the memory of you two dancing tattooed into his brain.

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God I hope this was ok ! I’m not mexicana so I had to do my research but let me know if you want me to add anything or change any incorrections.

#raph x reader #rise raph x reader #rottmnt x y/n #rottmnt raph

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dakotafinely · 1 year

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Hi! Offering support after I heard what happened <:3

May I suggest a Rise!Leo x Hispanic!Reader oneshot? Sorry if that's not your thing, just...ever since I saw a headcanon post on it I couldn't get over it! X3

Feel free to ignore! Sorry for the bother...

Is this finally addressed after months of it being in my inbox? Yes, but that's because I'm a procrastinator to the worst degree. And this was sent in right before I closed my inbox (due to stuff that was going on) and I wanted to answer when I finally felt comfortable opening my inbox up again.

And pssssh, I have not done a x Reader in a while! And I certainly don't mind doing one again! I honestly enjoy x Readers, not because I really ship myself with characters- rarely ever if I do -but because I'm a sap who enjoys love! Love is cute, platonic, romantic, family, pets, oiuhghjkjnhj but anyways. I'll stop my rambling and finally get into this. Thank you flounderdoodles! Sorry it took so long to address your ask! It was never a bother and I am grateful you sent it!

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Leo knew Spanish. Leo LOVED Spanish, he adored the language like he was the one that made it. Though, growing up he was the only who really learned it. Sure, Mikey picked up words and phrases from Leo because of how much Leo used them. And Raph will indulge Leo's practicing of the language the best he can. While Donnie tried to find the best books and websites to learn Spanish growing up for the Red Earred Slider. But they never took time to learn it like Leo did. It was always his own little thing.

He got so used to it being his language and his alone with his family. He never even considered that you, being Hispanic with native speaking parents, would know it. Because despite how clever and witty Leo could be, sometimes he forgot to put two and two together to make four.

And that's what lead to now. To you trying to figure out how to tell Leo you knew what he's been saying to you for the past week. Without freaking him out.

It started with a nickname. Not the most obvious one like mi amor, or even mi querido. No, it started with mi dulce.

At first you thought you were hearing things. That maybe you misheard Leo when he spoke.

"Can you repeat that?" You asked, helping Mikey put away the dishes. Leo looked surprised you even heard him, trying to speak the words under his breath.

"Ah, psh, nothing!" Leo brushed it off, leaving the kitchen after grabbing a water.

So you shook it off. Until you heard it again, clearly, with Leo being a bit bolder about it. After all, he had nicknames in many different forms for his brothers and April. And he liked you, so why shouldn't he give you nickname? You just didn't expect it to be so... sweet. To be called his sweet exactly.

Then came mi girasol, when you came in one day wearing a yellow sweater. And he told you that you looked like his sunflower. You had to excuse yourself to the restroom to get yourself together.

At first you were conflicted about telling him or not. Not because you were opposed to the nicknames, and what they meant in terms of his feelings towards you. In fact it was quite the opposite, you has quite the crush on the turtle. So when this started happening you were ecstatic. But you didn't want him to panic about it. Plus, what if all this time you were wrong about his feelings about you? That these were just supposed to be friendly nicknames, not loving like you had hoped.

Still, you wanted to know. You wanted the truth, to ease your mind. You just hoped that he meant them the way you took them.

You walked into the lair hands shaking. You were so nervous, your mind telling you all the ways this could go wrong as you made your way to the kitchen. Instantly hit with the smell of sweets, it was Mikey. Dancing around to create something wonderful, like he was most days that you visit.

"Hey Mike," you greet, Mikey turning to you with a smile as he puts down the measuring cup he was about to use.

"What's up?" He asks rubbing his hands together to brush off the flour on them. Mikey can't keep still however as he goes to grab a pot, redirecting his train of thought due to your interruption.

"Ah well," you took hesitance, wanting for moment to chicken out and instead ask Mikey what he was making. But you shake your head, no, you hadn't spent so long hyping yourself up for this just to waste it last minute. You clear your throat "where's Leo? I need to talk to him for a sec." to which Mikey looks at you, slightly concerned.

"Oh, I really wouldn't recommend it right now," Mikey says putting the small pot on the stove "he's kinda sulking." he comments facing the stove. Picking the measuring cup up once again to dip it in the bag of sugar he had open.

"Why's he sulking?" You asked concerned. Mikey shrugged "Something April told him, he wouldn't tell the rest of us..." Mikey trailed "maybe you should talk to him actually, you always seem to cheer him up!" Mikey says shooting you another smile over his shoulder. With a knowing wink before focusing on the task at hand. You blush a bit. Of course Mikey knew you had a crush on Leo, he probably knew if Leo had a crush on you too. You and him bonded over being the youngest siblings of your respective households. And that meant bonding over almost always knowing the drama going on in the house like a fly on the wall.

You make your way to Leo's room. Lightly knocking on the curtain that separated his room from the hallway. You hear him groan.

"Raph I said I don't wanna talk about it! Go away!" You hear him shout before shuffling. You clear your throat again, a tight knot finding it's way into your throat.

"It's me actually," you call out. Hearing the comedic noise of Leo falling of his bed and scrambling to the door. A small chuckle escapes you as Leo throws open the curtain. Your worries melting away as you lock eyes with him, the way they always do when you see him.

"Hey," Leo breaths out. Causing you to chuckle.

"I don't leave you that breathless do I?" You joke to ease your nerves. But Leo tenses, usually the banter would be natural for you two. Something the red earred slider adored about you was your wit.

But after what April told him...

She mentioned in passing to him earlier that day that you'd been helping her in Spanish. You taking the class for an easy A. That you had native Spanish speaking parents so you had no issues helping her with her homework. April didn't know about the sappy nicknames. Leo thought no one knew. That it was his little secret he'd rather take to his grave then confess to you to only get rejected.

But instead you knew the whole time. And with that knowledge it only confirmed his fears when you never told him that you knew what he was even saying the whole time. Clearly you must've been playing oblivious because you didn't want to have to reject him right?

Leo wanted you in his life. In any way he could. You were to wonderful to loose. And if that meant giving a proper confession so you could reject him and then continue being friends without making you feel awkward with all his sappy nicknames. Then Leo was willing to make that sacrifice.

"Más de lo que sabes," Leo whispered. Catching you off guard with the softness of his voice. A blush covering your face faster then you could blink. While Leo stood there and looked at you, the love for you welling in his eyes so much you could actually see it this time.

"What?" You can't help but let it out as a breathless laugh. You had it all planned out how you were going to confess, both you knowing Spanish, and your very large crush on Leo. But you're brain completely blanked at his words.

"Me quitas el aliento, más de lo que podrías saber," Leo stated, the nervousness of his confession clear in his stance. Hands clasped together, stiff as a board, the complete opposite of his usual lackadaisical manner. Your breath hitches at his words. Staring at him with wide eyes. Leo lets out a sigh "Eres tan encantadora, tan amable, tan comprensiva e ingeniosa. ¿Cómo no me quitaste el aliento, mi amor?" he asks, making your knees weak.

Your mind blanks completely. Unable to form the words you needed to respond. Reeling, you tried to get yourself together

"April told me you know Spanish..." Leo told you "I know you don't feel the same but, hey! Figured I might as well let it all out in the open!" Leo tried to be light hearted about it. Sending you finger guns. But the stress of waiting your response sat clear on his face. Nonexistent eyebrows pressed together and smile shaky.

"I- just, um, I-" You stumbled over your brain trying to figure out what to say.

"It's fine, really! I already get that you don't like me that way, so, ya know," Leo continued movements awkward and stiff. Despite believing the rejection to come, he didn't want to hear the words. As if that would lessen the blow for him somehow.

"No! No that's not it," You say, your brain finally catching up to you. Leo looking at you with a confused smile. Still shaking with the fear inside him, you gave a calming sigh "I... También me gustas, Leo. Tengo por un tiempo," you confess to him, with a small shrug. Leo gives you a blank stare, brain taking a minute to load what you just said.

"You... you like me too?" He asks in disbelief, the joy coming onto him suddenly. Lighting up like a christmas tree, you can't help but giggle and nod as he picks you up joyfully. Him laughing joyously as he twirls you.

"Leo! Leo put me down you're gonna make me sick!"

"Never! ¡Me amas! ¡Me amas!" Leo cried jumping up and down before listening to you. Setting you down gently. You can't help another giggle and pull him in. Gently kissing him on the cheek. Leo holds his cheek, sighing sappily.

"What's going on here? Why is Leo screaming in another language?" Raph asks, walking in with confusion and concern on his face. You can't help a small blush of embarrassment. You didn't mean to cause a ruckus.

"[Y/n] me ama..." Leo sighs dreamily.

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I don't speak Spanish, so all of the Spanish parts are done via google translate. If they seem wonky or weird, it's probably because of that. Again thanks for the ask! I hope this was to your satisfaction, I'm kinda rusty on writing X Readers but I enjoyed getting back into it for this ask.

#rottmnt #rot tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rise leo #rottmnt fan fic #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt leo x reader #ask #ask response #thanks for the ask!

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