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hajimeseyo · 4 months

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You're staring, Izana notices.

He has no idea who you are, really, but you've been trying (and obviously failing) to sneak subtle glances at him the entire time since he stepped into the convenience store. It's starting to throw him off, just a little. For all he knows, you could be a spy from an opposing gang. Not a very good one, though.

Your gaze follows him as he walks towards the cashier and pays, and even as he walks towards the exit, plastic bags in hand. He pays it no mind as he feels it shift off him, the sound of the cashier greeting you the last thing he hears as he steps outside the store.

It didn't seem like you were going to pick a fight with him, he might as well just leave it be.

Besides, any gang that dared to come after Tenjiku would just be mercilessly crushed under his heel. A spy or two wouldn't change that fact.

The clouds above him rumble, dark and heavy, and he frowns, looking up at the cloudy sky. It would be a pain in the ass if it rained while he was in the middle of walking home. Maybe he could call Kakucho to pick him up. Or he could just buy an umbrella from the store right behind him…

The sound of footsteps snap him out of his thoughts, and he glances to the side to see you, head lowered and lips mouthing numbers as you take inventory of the things in your plastic bag. You don't seem to have noticed him, he notes in amusement.

His theory proves true when you look up, done from counting, and nearly jump at the sight of him staring straight at you. Your eyes are wide, the way you freeze reminding him of a prey caught by its hunter, and he can't stop himself from having a little fun.

“You were staring at me quite a lot earlier, huh?” He says, relishing in the way your face flushes with embarrassment, and the way you instantly try (and fail) to school it into a look of nonchalance. “Is there a problem?”

You cough awkwardly, eyes suddenly unable to look at him despite being fully glued onto him just minutes ago. Izana watches you squirm, all too used to these shows of discomfort. Based on most of his past interactions, you'll probably come up with some lame excuse on why you were staring at him, then take the first opportunity you have to run away. Or get defensive, and aggressively deny you were doing anything of the sort. People always act the same when confronted with their actions. Izana's used to the same old song and dance.

He wonders which route you’ll take.

To his surprise, you take neither of them.

You seem to come to a decision, gaze snapping up to him, nervous but suddenly full of what seems like determination.

“There's no problem, I was just staring because–” You falter a little here, cheeks reddening a little again, before you pull yourself together with a quick shake of the head. “Because, well…your eyes.”

“Hm?” That response certainly wasn’t what he was expecting. “What about them?”

“They're beautiful.”

The words are said so plainly, without a trace of any doubt, and Izana is shocked speechless.

While he doesn't deny that he's good looking, the word ‘beautiful’ and any part of him have never been together in the same sentence before. That he's heard of, at least. Even if any of his subordinates had the guts to consider him ‘beautiful’, they definitely wouldn’t have the guts to say it to his face. Granted, you probably don’t have any idea who he is, but still. This is definitely a first.

(And even so, the thought that something about him could be beautiful was something that had never occurred to him.)

“...Really?” The words come out in a whisper before he could stop himself.

You nod vigorously, and once again Izana is thrown off by the fact that it's something you're so sure of. As if the thought of it being untrue has never even crossed your mind.

His response seems to appear to you as an invitation to talk more, as you continue speaking, hesitation fading away with each word that comes out of your mouth. “They're just such a beautiful shade of purple, like amethysts. I've never seen anything like it before. And paired with your long white eyelashes and white hair, you look like someone's painting came to life.”

"I don't know if anyone's told you before, but you're really a sight to behold."

There's a light, pleasant feeling in his chest.

He doesn't know what it is.

“Ah!” You suddenly slap your hands over your mouth. “I spoke too much! God, I must've sounded like a creep, I'm so sorry–”

A laugh cuts you off from your panicked rambling. Izana doesn't quite know why he's laughing, but seeing you panicking over saying the wrong things despite being fully shameless literally right before just seemed so funny, and well, there's such a nice warmth in his chest; indulging in it doesn't hurt, right?

(He doesn’t notice the stars in your eyes as you stare, almost in awe, at his laughing visage.)

“What’s your name?” You’re interesting, he’s decided. It would be a shame to let you just slip away.

“[name].”

He lets out a hum. “[name], huh…got it.”

“Wait.” You call out to him, just as he turns and begins to walk away. “What’s yours?”

He doesn’t notice, but as he turns back, there’s a genuine, serene smile on his face that would’ve shocked even the noisiest Haitani twins into silence at seeing it on the face of the highly feared leader of Tenjiku.

“Izana. Don’t forget it.”

(He’s scolded nonstop by Kakucho when he shows up at home, soaking wet from the heavy downpour outside.

“It’s not like you to be so careless.” Kakucho huffs, drying his hair roughly with all the fierceness of an Asian mom. “You knew it was going to start raining on your way back, why didn’t you just call for one of us to get you from the store?”

Izana hums unconcernedly. “I was already walking away from the store, I couldn’t just stop and turn back.”

“Huh?? Why the hell not??”

“Don’t be stupid, Kakucho. I would’ve looked so uncool.”

“??????”)

(part 2 here!)

#just a silly little drabble i thought of #no seriously tho bro is gorgeous #ethereal #beautiful #definitely deserves more love #i love pretty men 🫶#izana #izana kurokawa #izana x reader #izana kurokawa x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #my writing

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lbcreations-blog · 2 months

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Holy Mother Of Many

Summary: You are the wife of God himself. You both made many amazing angelic children such as Lucifer and Sera, one day in many of the galaxys and cosmos problems occurred, so you set out to fix the problems while intrusting your husband with your children. But what you didn't know was when leaving many bad things would happen, making hardly any good come out of it.

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You had a relationship with the holy father God himself. You were his devine wife, the holy mother of all creations. You were together since the start of everything.

You had many devine children, one of your favorites being little Lucifer. Just seeing him when he was a baby, you knew he would have a similar personality to you. Sadly, you never got to find out due to you having to leave to do other things like glaxeys and cosmos to look after. Before you left, you instructed your husband to look after both of your creations. You then left the home you loved.

Oh, how would you regret that decision.

??? Years later

You were now working on a glaxey in your main form (which is like atleast 300ft tall) when you realized you should really take a vacay and see your husband again and all your angelic children, I mean it has been many many many many many many many years.

A few mins later, you arrived in front of heavens gates in your smol form (7 ft tall). About to walk in, you saw a blonde male at a podium. "Oh greetings, mister!" You said to the man. "Welcome to heaven ma'am! May I please get your name." The man said to you.

"Name? Why do you need my name?" You asked. "Well-" "St Peter, let me deal with this," Sera interrupted Peter and told him so while flying down from somewhere. "Yes, Sera," St Peter said, then flying away. "Wait, Sera?" You said, "Hello mother, " Sera said softly, smiling. You quickly hugged her. "Oh, Sera, my darling daughter!" You said.

You moved slightly backward so you can have eye contact with her. "Oh, sweety, you're all grown up! Im so sorry that i haven't been here!" You told Sera. "It's alright, mother," she told you. "Anyway, what's up with the whole name thing? And where's Luci? And all my other beautiful children?" You asked her.

"Let's go and talk about this somewhere else," Sera said as she telaported you both into what you assumed was her office. "Take a seat, mother," Sera told you. You listened to your daughter and sat down on the comfortable seat.

"You see Mother when you left. Father decided to sleep once i and some of the others were old enough, and he is still sleeping. When he first fell asleep, some of the oldest ones and I made a project called Earth, and we made these creatures called humans. And well... Lucifer destroyed it with childish actions. He brought evil into earth, and in turn, he created his own doman fill of that evil. He lives there, ruling the doman of evil." Sera told you.

"WHAT⁉️"

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"You know what, I'm going down there to check on him," you told Sera. "But mother," Sera began "no don't even think about it, Sera," you said, getting up. "Yes, mother," Sera said, making a portal in front of the hotel for you. "I'll talk to you more once i return," you said, entering the portal. "Yes, mother," she said not trying to upset you anymore.

"I wonder why Sera telaported me in front of a hotel." You sighed. "Oh well, he's probably in there. I can sense my boy," you said, walking up to the door.

You knocked on the door, and a few minutes later, a pink and white spider looking guy opened it and looked at you in shock. "Hey uh Vaggie there is an angel at the door!" The guy said toward what you saw to be an ex angel, going by her aura, wings, and lack of halo, at least.

"Oh shoot, I'll go get Charlie you let her get comfy," Vaggie said to the pink and white spider guy. "But isn't she busy with something important with Alastor?" The guy asked. "Oh, right! I guess I'll get Lucifer and be nice to her Angel!" Vaggie said, running up the hotel stairs. You smiled at the mention of Lucifer, You were so excited to see your son.

You now sat on the couch, which the man named Angel kindly led you to sit on and wait. While waiting, who you now learned was named Angel dust tried making small talk with you. But it did not really end up well he seemed to be nervous for some reason, but you decided not to overlook it in some way.

After a few minutes of waiting, a portal finally opened. Lucifer walked into the hotel lobby and made eye contact with you. You immediately telaported to him and tightly hugged him. "Oh Luci, my son. I'm so happy to see you again!" You told him.

"Mom? What are you doing here?" Lucifer asked you. "To see you ofcourse" You told him, holding his rosy cheeks and looking down at him. "I would have came much much earlier if I knew what happened to you all those years ago, but I intrusted your now excuse of a father to you and your siblings."

"Are you alright, though? I'm aware the... Fall. Was, alot," "Of course im alright Mom, i have a daughter now. " Your smile increased at that information. "I have a granddaughter?!" You asked Lucifer, squishing his rosy cheeks even more. "Indeed you do, mom," Lucifer told you. "Oh my word, im a grandmother! That's crazy so where is she?" You asked him.

"Well... she just walked through the doors right now. " You looked behind you seeing the splitting image of your son in a female form. You smiled cheek to cheek upon seeing this just seeing her. You knew the both had at least a similar personality.

"Dad, why is there an angel here?" His daughter asked. "Charlie, this is your grandmother." "It's nice to meet you, my granddaughter." "It's nice to meet you too. My name is Charlie, but you already know that, i have one question, though: how come i did not see you in heaven?" Charlie asked.

"Well, i was busy with a lot of work at that moment," you told her. "Oh! uhm! Can I tell you about this project im working on!?" Charlie asked you. "Sure ofcourse go ahead. I'd love to hear of such" Charlie bounced up upon hearing that and started walking you through the hotel with your son that Vaggie girl and what you sensed to be a smiling fellow behind he did not speak yet though.

You needed to wake up your husband and scoled him for his passed actions and Sera as well, but for now, you would enjoy the company of the Hazbin Hotel.

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lightlycareless · 2 months

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How do you think make up sex with Naoya would be? 🫣🤭

Heya anon 😏

Well, I hope this will offer some insight.... (more at the end)

warnings: smut. MINORS DNI. breeding kink I believe. Naoya would give you everything in the whole universe just to make you happy.

Make up sex with Naoya normally occurs after he teased the living hell out of you, and you got really annoyed by it. And of course, the way for him to fix that is to proceed by teasing you even more…

But let’s make it a bit more serious, let’s say Naoya acted stupidly, said something he shouldn’t have and instead of apologizing, made it worse. Probably prodded at an insecurity of yours.

Or more specifically, didn’t defend you from his imprudent family.

“You know I don’t like it when your family says that!” you’d gasp once the two are alone, eyes silently telling him you wished to speak. “Why didn’t you do anything?”

“What was I supposed to do? You know how they are—it’s better to just stop wasting your energy and ignore them.”

“I don’t think ignoring them is doing any good anymore! By doing nothing it’s like we’re telling them there’s no consequences to their actions!” you snap back.

“I’m not going to spend my efforts on fighting a useless battle! There’s nothing I can say or do to make them change their mind! If you want to do that, go ahead!”

“So what? You’re just going to leave me alone, then?”

“Don’t say things I didn’t say.” He frowns. “You know damn well I wouldn’t do that.”

“Then you should at least try to do something… or am I not worthy of that either?”

“Where did that even come from?? Do you even know what you’re saying?!” Naoya scowls.

“… I don’t want to talk anymore.” You say, quickly turning around and retreating, faster than Naoya could attempt to hold you back.

Though honestly, he lets you go, for he too is bothered by the way this conversation went on, a seemingly silly issue that shouldn’t have gotten that much attention to begin with (before his eyes, at least) moving on to focus on his other duties instead, thinking that in time you’ll come around.

You have to, since you were well aware that his family had always been like that: with their annoying, unwanted commentary. It’s not like you ignored that, nor accepted it when marrying him!

But though you knew what you were getting into, he was greatly miscalculating your willingness to tolerate it, for everyone had limits, especially for someone who grew up in a completely different environment to him.

Just as it did today.

Yet, what Naoya believed to be the problem, it turned out to simply the tip of the iceberg when it came to your feelings, the issue being much bigger, deeper, always, than what was seen at a simple glance—and that much he’d understand when the day went on and you were nowhere to be found, besides your shared bedroom.

Naoya was elated to see you on the bed, fearing that he wouldn’t given your prolonged absence, yet, as much as he wished to convince himself everything was fine, it wasn’t.

He wasn’t to simply lay down next to you and act like nothing ever happened. Move past this issue without speaking about it, or without feeling wrong about it.

Guilty, in other words.

So, your husband does his best to close that gap between the two, let you know how sorry he was…

If not by his words, then by his actions.

“Y/N.” Naoya would murmur. You know it’s serious when he doesn’t call you by any of the millions of pet names he has for you, but still, as much as he wished to portray assertiveness, you do not acknowledge him immediately. “I’m sorry, you know that right?”

“No. I don’t.” you snap quickly, and Naoya, who now laid down on the bed, proceeds to embrace you—only for you to try and move away, failing in the process. “Naoya—”

“What? I’m just getting more comfortable.” He adds nonchalantly, resting his chin in the crook of your neck in the same manner. Hands just below your waist, he pulls your hips towards his, keeping you close and steady even when trying your best to fight against him. “This is my bed too, you know?”

You frown, letting out a small grunt in return before eventually accepting your unwanted fate.

After a few seconds of quiet and realizing you were not to do anything else, Naoya acts next by moving his hands further down your body, fingers taking in the softness of your nightgown (incomparable to your skin, he notes) before stopping just by your thighs, fingers quickly clinging to the edge of the fabric and lifting it up, just enough so his hand could gain access to your underwear, and soon enough, your mound.

“Naoya!’ you cry, tensing when feeling the touch of his fingers hovering over your slit, before pushing past it and deep into your slick, warm walls. “Stop—”

“I’m just checking how she’s faring.” Naoya adds, rubbing his clothed member against the cleft of your ass, giving you a tease of what is yet to come. “He wants to know too, hm?”

You always hated the ridiculous way he had when referring that; it was childish, stupid, and above all embarrassing…

But most of all, you also hated how hot it got you, the lewd connotation making your walls tighten for the slightest of seconds, a gesture that did went by unnoticed from Naoya given how he chuckled, further sliding down your panties, enough so he’d be able to do the same with his pants and move his cock in between your thighs, right next to your slit—he smiles the fact that, even when upset, your body will never deny it’s true feelings for him.

“D—Don’t move…!” you whine when he starts to do so, the heat of his member rubbing against your slit, alongside the girth and the hardness itself makes you instinctively tighten your thighs, pressuring his cock in a way that makes his movements falter for a second before continuing, exactly the opposite of what you asked. “You shouldn’t—”

“But we’re the ones having problems, my mochi.” He murmurs against your ear, you could feel him smiling, clearly enjoying teasing you. “Our issues shouldn’t come in between them.”

“Stop saying that!” You gasp at the particularly harsh trust that gives you a jolt of pleasure, instinctively leaning back onto him as you struggle to reject his advances or succumb to them. “It’s—It’s weird!”

“Yet, the truth.” Naoya adds, his hands sliding their way up to your breasts and comfortably resting them there, occasionally kneading and pinching them in the way he knew you loved, though you’d always whine otherwise, further igniting your guilty pleasure. “They never like it when we get angry, princess… me neither; so why must we hurt them?”

“Naoya—I’m going to—you should—” you grith your teeth, trying your best to hold back the orgasm building up in your cunt. “I don’t want—to—"

“I know—I can feel it.” He smiles, pressing a kiss against your cheek before giving you another sharp trust and making you shriek. “See? They feel so good together, and when they’re apart they always miss each other so terribly… so why put them through that painful endeavor, when we can always be like this?”

At the feeling of his and your orgasm fast approaching, the heir quickens his pace, the air soon filled with the lewd noises of his body slamming against yours, followed by his breathy grunts and your whines that solely demonstrated how deep both were getting into their carnal enjoyment.

“Or feel like this every night? All day too, if you want.”

It wouldn’t take long after that, just a few more thrusts and squeezes before he finally cums, cock twitching as it spurts his seed into your soft, warm thighs, engulfed soon after by the slick of your cunt, a sensation that has you instinctively clamping even more around his member and Naoya moaning louder while resting his face deep into your neck.

He keeps you so until your release eventually dissipates, alongside your breath slowing down, and soon enough, silence.

Naoya hoped that by his gestures he was granted the opportunity of an apology, the reflection of his true feelings and the understanding of how much you truly meant to him—and perhaps on a deeper, selfish level, a repeat of this endeavor, hopefully from your desire as well.

But far from obtaining the simplest indication of the former, he gets a soft, almost undetectable sniffle instead, which to his anxious, attentive ears was nothing but loud, making him tense up and immediately rush to your aid.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Did you—did you not like it?” or worse. “Did I hurt you?”

Not necessarily, at least not at this moment.

Having spent the past few hours ruminating on your last discussion with him, you get back to your room tired, still battling through the turmoil of whether to continue being angry with him or simply move past this issue and accept that indeed, you knew what his family was like.

But sensitive from this battle, his actions would provide you the last piece needed to achieve an answer, reminded of how much you truly loved him, enjoyed spending time with him, day and night, anytime whenever possible—and how hurtful it would be to not be with him anymore.

Especially for issues caused by others, ones that perhaps maybe wasn’t even yours to struggle with, yet still affected this relationship.

Now you agree that this was a situation that shouldn’t have grown as much as it did; you shouldn’t have avoided him for the rest of the day, and Naoya shouldn’t have acted as dismissively as he did.

Both should’ve instead communicated, expressed the things that bothered the two from this problem and worked on a solution from there.

But if there was a silver lining to make out of this moment, is the realization that even when anger clouds their judgement, they still looked for one another, for love prevailed far more than any obstacles life might send their way.

“I never wanted to be angry at you!” you sob, now allowing your tears to freely fall down your cheeks, the same as your emotions. “And for something so stupid too! You were right, I know what your family is like, and yet, I still allow it to bother me and take it out on you too! Like you’re responsible for their actions! I’m so sorry for all I did—It’s all my fault—”

“No, Y/N, I’m the one that should be sorry.” Naoya murmurs, hugging you tighter against him. Your cries will always feel like a stab against his heart, no matter how many times he hears them. “I should’ve been more sensitive with my approach, especially with something I know only hurts you.”

“…Not all of your family hurts me.” You sniffle, reaching for his hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. “I didn’t mean it that way.”

“But enough of it does.” He answers, squeezing your hand. “I promised to keep you safe and happy, and yet the place that is supposed to do that only brings you harm.”

“It was never issue for me to do so.” You confess. “I wanted to do this so you can continue your duties as heir, and eventually, leader. But sometimes… It’s just too much.”

“If that is the reason of your suffering, I can do that somewhere else. I can make it possible—I’d rather die than to see you like this.”

“Don’t say that.” You frown, he chuckles. “But… will you do that for me? Would you really do something that will anger your family… just for me?”

Wouldn’t be the first time, nor the last.

“The only thing I fear is that I might need time to arrange something different.” Naoya adds. “But for a long time, my family has only been you—it might take a while before I can get a house where it’ll only be us, but I’m determined nonetheless, if… you’re willing to wait for me.”

You slowly turn around to see him, a smile on your face as you gently hold his face. “I waited years to marry you, surely I can wait a bit more.”

Naoya’s heart tightens at your words, motivating him to turn you over completely so he could get a better look at you, before leaning down to take your lips into a soft kiss.

“Though I will not make you wait any longer to show how much I love you.” Naoya reassures, taking your lips into another kiss and marking the mere beginning of his promise to cherish you through thick and thin, which his heart always knew he was meant for since seeing you for the first time all those years ago.

“Naoya—don’t—don’t do it so quickly.” You gasp, tightly holding onto the blankets beneath you as he heatedly slams his hips against you from behind, pushing his cock as deep and deeper as possible, bruising your cervix each time and making you shriek in response. “It’s—It’s too much—!”

“It’s only my love for you, princess.” He groans, completely hypnotized by the way your ass jiggles whenever slamming into you; so tempting, Naoya naturally needs to raise his hand and strike it, leaving behind for you to always remember in the subsequent days who is the only one that can make you feel this way.

Whom you belong to.

“But if you don’t want it, I can simply—”

“No!” You gasp, leaning back onto him the moment he begins to slide out from you, a reacting that has him laughing, amused by your debauchery. “Don’t you dare leave!”

A reward is only expected with a wife so dutiful…

“Can you feel that? —Can you feel my cock deep inside you?”

You whine, agreeing with his words as you continue to move against him, the mere thought of being empty is enough to fill you with unparalleled eagerness, which you did not hesitate to show.

“Nnghh, Naoya—you’re so—you’re so big—!” you gasp, and your words alongside your lovely whines, make him grow even harder. “Ah, it’s—it’s getting bigger—how?!”

“Because you keep squeezing me like that.” He growls against your ear, taking your breasts into his hand and kneading them tightly, you cry. “That’s what you do to me, my wife—your lewd cunt is squeezing me so tightly, it’s like you don’t want to let go.”

“I don’t want to….!” You whine. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop—I’m going to die if you do!"

“Keep saying that, whore—keep telling me what you deserve.”

“My pussy—my pussy deserves your hard, hot cock!” you breathe.

“It's like falling in love with you all over again.” he murmurs.

“I love you, Naoya.” You gasp, mind hazy from the pleasure yet keeping you conscious enough to keep seeking him. “I love you so, so much… I never want to be away from you!”

“You won’t.” He darkly promises, having long made up his mind on how exactly he plans to do that. “I won’t let you—!”

Naoya’s hips begin to move faster and faster, each time his cock prodding onto your sensitive spot that he knows will have you undone in a matter of seconds, just around the same time he comes to the conclusion that will ultimately make his promise real.

“I’m going to get you pregnant.” He darkly declares, gritting his teeth as he pushes his cock deeper as he utters those words. “I’m going to fill you with my seed until you have a baby—and even then, I’ll keep filling you until all you could think is when you’ll get pregnant again.”

“Nao—Naoyaaa…!” you moan at his promise, his words washing over you with another layer of pleasure you never considered possible, although the thought has crossed your mind before, bothered you enough late at night, wondering about the arduous attempts the two would have to commit to make it happen…

“I can’t wait to see your breasts full of milk—I bet it’ll taste just as sweet as your cunt.”

“Don’t—Don’t say that!” you shriek, feeling impossibly lewder at his connotation and tightening even more your walls, making his breath hitch.

“But it’s true.” He groans, moving his hand down to your clit and beginning to rub it eagerly once feeling your orgasm just a few instances away, frantically desiring to be engulfed by the choking sensation his cock deserves after it’s diligent work. “All that comes from you is unbearably sweet…”

“I’m—I’m going to—I’m going to cum!”

“Do it. Do it now!” Your husband hisses. “Cum, Y/N!”

A few thrusts later, you do, followed by a quick gasp and a long groan, the knot in your stomach snapping undone and making your vision go white, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you moan, falling limp onto the bed while Naoya’s seed fills you to the brim, the burning promise to make you pregnant reiterated by his lips taking yours into a heated kiss…

“Can you—Can you feel that?” he murmurs, cock twitching as it spurts the last ropes of his cum. “It’s my love for you. And now, our baby…”

“Naoya…” you whine, squeezing your walls ever so slightly when feeling him twitch; he groans. “I want it—I want your babies…”

“Take it—take all of it—” he smiles, looking down to your cunt. “Looks like she also wants that—can you see how eager she is to milk me?”

You glance downwards, eyes hazy by pleasure but still capable enough to see what he meant, unwilling to deny his words… before gasping when realizing the gravity of what transpired next.

“Naoya! It’s spilling! Don’t let it spill!”

“If you think we’re done, you’re gravelly mistaken.” He smirks, fingers quickly cleaning up his seed and pushing deep into your cunt, where it belongs, before adjusting you into the next position. “I’ll give you as much as you want, my love, whatever is necessary to make you a mommy.”

You moan when he begins to move again, feeling impossibly fuller the deeper his cock went, an endeavor that would go on and on until you were unequivocally reassured of his feelings for you, his immeasurably desire…

As well as the first semblance of a future together, hopefully soon, as a family.

“I love you.” You breathe once he finally unsheathes himself from you, many hours later from the beginning, as you laid beside him and rested your head over his chest.

“I love you too.” Naoya responds, wrapping his arm over your shoulders and holding you tight, his head resting over yours while his hand made way to your full stomach. “And our baby.”

“It’s still too soon, love.” You say, gently reaching for his hand, smiling. “But hopefully it’ll take…”

“Guess we’ll have to do it a few more times, just to be sure.” He chuckles, you pout.

“I don’t think I can fit any more, I feel so full already…” His cock invertedly twitches at the thought of proving you wrong, which you don’t fail to catch immediately after. “Naoya? We’ve just—it’s 3 in the morning!”

“Then why did you say something like that?” he asks, already adjusting you into position yet again. “If you wanted to rest, then perhaps you should control your words.”

“I didn’t even say anything!” you gasp, cunt twitching when he rubs the head of his cock against your slit. “Naoya— I don’t think—I don’t think I can take anymore! What’s gotten into you? Aren’t you tired?!"

But for a man like Naoya, that was impossible.

To ask him to be tired of his beautiful wife, the same one that has endlessly doted on him, shown him a world of color where previously all he’s seen was darkness, as well as demonstrated the future the two could create, by simply setting their minds into it, was like asking him to stop breathing.

He just couldn’t, because doing so would kill him.

And all for one particular reason:

“I’m not, Y/N.”

“H—how?!”

“Because I simply love you too much.”

This could really go down like a:

Naoya: My wife is angry... what can I do? Oh, I know! *gets her pregnant*

I mean you do want to have a family with him!! but not like that hahaha.

Anyways, I've had this thought for a while but guess it finally came out with this small drabble: The Zen'in estate is not a good place to have a family lmao. I keep writing our favorite couple there but lets be real, Naoya wouldn't want her there.

Naomi is out of the question too! I literally just thought about how neither you or Naoya would allow her to have sleepovers at the estate because the Zen'in are just a bunch of pricks.

I like to think that he'll either have a whole area secluded for his family, or just live somewhere else. Maybe when he's leader tho he'll change a lot of things.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this small thing!! Naoya and his domineering ways will always come to bite you in the butt some way or another much to your dismay, but it'll also be the reason you remember why you love him so much 🥺

Take care, and hope to see you soon!!

#ask #naoya zenin #naoya zen'in #naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin x you #jjk naoya #naoya zen'in x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #prompt series: jujutsu kaisen

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shantechni · 5 months

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Aight, maybe I'm clinically paranoid or a little slow on the uptake (the former is more probable) but something just struck me about the episode Buried Secrets.

Donnie didn't believe Mikey, but he still went looking into Mrs. O'Neil??

Firstly, we can all agree that Donnie was bound to check out the data from the cryotube to figure out why Mrs. O'Neil was placed into stasis and left behind at the farmhouse (he's just thorough like that). However, what's interesting is that he doesn't seem concerned with the readouts until after he and the others had collectively yelled at Mikey for trying to attack Mrs. O'Neil in the dead of night. And, keep in mind, it was broad daylight when they found Mrs. O'Neil, still daylight when she told them her story, yet we don't see him messing with the cryotube's computers until nighttime.

Secondly, his demeanor towards who he believes to be Mikey is very unlike the rage he blasted him with during the interrogation scene (something that also happened at night but still preceded him checking the readouts). Maybe he's just in scientist mode and being civil, but other than appearing to be annoyed by the jump scare he received,he doesn't behave as though he's dwelling on what happened, nor does he add any input when April expresses her frustration like one would make him out to do.

Thirdly, when Donnie speaks to himself outloud, he specifies that he's attempting to find out what the Kraang did to Mrs. O'Neil, not necessarily why she was left in the cryotube. The gang learned in the previous season from Kurtzman that April's mom was experimented on before she was born, therefore turning April into a Kraang-human hybrid. And now's his chance to finally find out what was done to her.

I know it's heavily debatable if Mikey influenced Donnie's decision, and obviously he could've been messing around with the cryotube's computer off-screen before Mikey tried to attack Mrs. O'Neil, but I'd like to believe Mikey's claims weren't being as readily dismissed as everyone thought they were being. As I've mentioned in another post, even though the boys have trouble believing everything Mikey says, they do have a tendency of checking out his claims in spite of their disbelief. The first and earliest example of this is in the first episode when Mikey tries to tell them the Kraang are alien robots. It's no surprise that they don't believe him one bit, though it is a surprise that they follow him anyway.

They saw how adamant he was in trying to prove he's being honest, and his urgency is enough to persuade them.

Though the situations vary each time, they continually do this all the way into the final season when Mikey claims to have seen the '87 turtles in their dimension. They question him again, not because they don't trust him, but rather to make sure he knew what he saw was indeed the other versions of themselves. After Mikey tells them the other turtles were taken to Chinatown, Donnie puts together that they must be the reason he was detecting energy from an interdimensional portal earlier, and they all go to investigate. Of course, it turns out that Mikey's eyes weren't playing tricks on him, and Raph makes a joke about Mikey being right again.

The guys have trouble accepting Mikey's words as the truth quite a bit, but the sheer number of times that they go running after him and giving him a chance to convince them is telling of how much they trust him.

As outlandish of an occurence as it was to believe that April's mom was the enemy, they all know Mikey well enough to give his words some thought, and Donnie likely took the unexpected attack as a sure sign that he should do some investigating of his own. Whether or not the others knew what he was doing in the Kraang ship is up in the air, but it'd make sense for him to be secretive about his actions since April would only get angrier at the idea of them not trusting her mom. That idea can potentially be supported by him obviously not telling her what he's doing.

Once again I've completely lost where I was going with this, but I like to believe that Donnie started to believe Mikey right before they were thrust into another horror night.

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imsofuckinggayforwomen · 1 year

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OBANAI x MITSURI x READER HEADCANONS

[sfw and nsfw] MINORS DO NOT READ PAST THE NSFW PART

Hellooo you guys rlly liked my last two headcanon posts so I’m back with another, however since no one left any requests I decided to do one of my favorite tropes!

Once again thanks for all of the support, feel free to request anything!! (Pls I need ideas)

Warnings: Smut, Threesome, Fem reader.

Obanai and Mitsuri 💕

SFW

Somehow, you managed to find yourself in love with two beautiful people. Lucky for you, both of them felt the same.

Mitsuri and Obanai called you to their house one night for a seemingly normal chat.

You did not expect the topic to include you joining their relationship.

Obanai was pretty blunt about it. “It’s kinda obvious you had feelings for us, it annoys me that you never came to admit them.”

Mitsuri was all ushy gushy “EEEEEE Y/N!!! IM SO GLAD YOU LOVE US TOO!!”

From that day on, y’all were a throuple (I think that’s what it’s called)

Obanai cherished both you and Mitsuri. He was always looking out for you two, glaring at others but then softening when either of you are near.

Kabumaru approved of you as well, occasionally sliding from Obanai’s shoulder to yours.

Mitsuri absolutely adored you. There was never a moment where she wasn’t physically touching you. She liked wrapping you in hugs and just never letting you leave.

Every time one of you left for a mission, the remaining two would always be anxious and waiting for updates.

It was hard finding time to spend all together with Mitsuri and obanai being hashiras.

you found yourself alone on certain nights, both of your partners being on a mission.

However, every time they returned they were sure to give you all of the love you missed.

At night you usually sleep in between your lovers. Mitsuri curled up to your chest, whilst Obanai has a tight grip on your waist from behind.

You and Mitsuri tend to be troublemakers sometimes, Obanai always having to cease chaos.

NSFW

girl you are in for one helluva ride

All of you tend to switch roles around, but somehow you manage to find yourself mainly on the submissive side.

Most sessions usually occur by one of you initiating and the other two joining in.

Both of them love body worship, they make sure you know how beautiful you are.

Mitsuri and obanai are munches you cannot prove me wrong.

Mitsuri is more jumpy and flirty, she tends to start a lot of the actions.

She absolutely loves face sitting, wether it’s you or her on top she does not care.

For this instance, your sitting on mitsuri’s face. She’s sucking and licking at your clit with fervor, making an absolute mess out of you.

Obanai kneels in front of your trembling self, kissing and sucking on your upper body whilst you stroke his length.

Running his hands through Mitsuri’s hair, he suddenly pushes her head up into your hips.

You jump and Mitsuri moans as she sucks harder on your wetness.

You’re cumming in no time, Obanai has to literally lift you off of Mitsuri’s face to get her to stop.

You’ve got her all worked up, quickly rising to her knees and pushing obanai to sit on the bed.

Mitsuri crawls on top of him, turning back to look at you longingly.

Almost instantly, you climb up behind her and start marking up her nape with your mouth while Obanai directs himself into Mitsuri.

He gently begins to roll his hips up, pulling out mewls and moans from Mitsuri’s mouth.

Your arms reach around from behind Mitsuri, grabbing onto her breasts.

She gasps, leaning into your touch as Obanai speeds up his pace.

He’s slightly grunting now, hips timing perfectly with Mitsuri’s.

Obanai gives you a familiar look, seemingly signaling you to do something.

With a cute smile on your face, you reach your hands down towards Mitsuri’s center. Swiftly, you spread her folds and place a finger on her clit.

Mitsuri arches her back at the sudden action, making Obanai hold her still on his cock.

Seeing that the both of your lovers are close, you begin to quickly circle Mitsuri’s clit. You lean your head over her shoulder, trapping Obanai into a kiss.

They come undone just a few seconds after, riding out the rest of their highs with your help.

Obanai is the prime aftercare initiator, seeing it as his job to take care of you and Mitsuri.

He’d guide you both into the bathroom and begin to run a bath.

You and Mitsuri are giggling and hugging each other while Obanai adjusts the bath temperature.

After a while, you all help each other get in the tub without slipping.

With you on one side, and Mitsuri on the other, Obanai seems content. He keeps a gentle grip on both of your waists.

Together, you all enjoy a nice warm bath.

EYAAAAAA THIS WAS FUN TO WRITE I LOVE OBANAI AND MITSURI SO MUCH!!!! The nsfw headcanons were more of a Drabble but meh whatever i think it’s good. Once again DONT BE SCARED TO REQUEST STUFF!!

I hope y’all enjoyed this as much as I did, all likes comments and reblogs are appreciated!!💕

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genshin-scenarios · 9 months

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Reunion: An Equivalent Thanks [Part 5]

Read the first series (Adopt a Wanderer) here! An AU where Scaramouche/Wanderer gets isekaied to your world - a found-family series.

Summary: Things start to settle into a routine. As much as the characters in the story were the same however, it'd be a lie to say that time hasn't changed both you and Kuni, for better or worse.

Wordcount: 2489

Warnings: contains spoilers of Wanderer’s story in the archon quest!

Part 4 <-

Call him pessimistic, but Kuni expected you to be more resistant to his new personality. His way of speech, insults, or even just the knowledge that he’s not the ‘harmless, couldn’t-hurt-a-fly’ puppet anymore - none of it seemed to phase you, and a part of him grows irritated at how easily you accept him.

Things seem to be too good to be true. He’s aware you knew about his past and future, but aren’t you a little too relaxed about the version of him that’s committed atrocities standing next to you?

What irks him even more is the way your actions seem to carry concealed worry. Your shoulders would relax every time he came into view, as if making sure that he really was there.

Just as ridiculous as his worries might seem to you, Kuni thinks it’s needless for you to wonder if he didn’t find your presence annoying. He continues to drop by day after day on his own accord, and while he often says it’s to make sure you’re still alive, it’s also not like there’s anything better for him to do. In mortal terms, this might be described as a hobby of his.

“Kuni?” You rub the sleep out of your eyes as you walk down the stairs, reaching the ground floor of the treehouse to see a lone plate on the dining table. The scent of spices had wafted in from outside, rousing you from sleep. “...Huh, not a soul in sight.”

You could’ve sworn that you saw Kuni from the window before you came downstairs - maybe he’s left already?

Peeking out from the door, you check the stove outside to see that indeed, the fire had just been put out. You recall that he’s been busy on missions given by Nahida, so that was probably his reason for leaving.

But…

“He doesn’t need to eat.” You mutter to yourself, picking up the pita pockets - still warm. You’re reminded of the days when Kuni started learning how to cook, making dishes from recipes he’s found online with a bit of guidance from you - and voila, the teacher had become the master.

He’d always been quick at learning things though. And you’d be the last person to complain about having warm meals on the table after a long day at work.

…Maybe you should do something for him this time around. But what kind of gift would Kuni like?

For you to get a proper house? You could practically hear him saying it in his usual drawl, but shake your head to bat the mental image of him away.

Perhaps you could check if there were any imported teas from the city’s merchants? Briefly, your attention is caught by a breeze that nudges the door open. As you make your way to shut it properly again, your gaze trails toward the wildflowers growing nearby, and the Traveler’s quest with the Aranara resurfaces from your memory.

Gifting flowers was a sign of friendship. Perhaps it’s a little too optimistic to make him a flower crown, but you could just prepare both and see how it goes (definitely not because you were hoping to see him wear said flowers in his hair, noo…)

As you busied yourself with your new tasks, you reflected on the events of the past few days.

Kuni had asked you a few questions about the details of your memories and appearance here in Teyvat.

When did your dreams occur? How long has it been in your world?

To be honest, you had some questions you wanted to ask him too.

How did you feel when the memories flooded in?

What did you think of the ‘me’ from the past?

Do you regret any of it?

Despite the questions that have crossed your mind when the moon was high and you had fallen into retrospection - Kuni’s actions up until now have always been a source of reassurance to you. In his own way, he was accompanying you as you adjusted into a foreign, new world - just like you’d attempted to do for him back then.

And maybe… just like you hadn’t realized in the past, you don’t think Kuni’s aware of just how much he’s helping you right now, simply by hosting and anchoring you down.

…Ah, the both of you really were a peculiar duo. Since when have you been so anxious about things all the time? Growing older really is a burden.

“So, how did you manage to find me back in the Avidya Forest?” With a bag hanging from your elbow as you peruse the shops in Port Ormos, you take a sip of your drink; mango and yogurt blended together, translating into a refreshing sweetness. “As much as I don’t want to sound deluded, it felt more like a trap than a coincidence when we reunited.”

Familiar music is playing through the streets. Kuni shrugs half-heartedly, watching as you look through a stall with kitchen gadgets. “You’re not wrong. At some point, the Aranara started gossiping about a strange person in the woods. They said you ‘glowed like Golden Nara’, but not in the same way.”

The information brings you back to the Aranara you met when you’d stumbled on your current home. It jumped in surprise at the fact you could see it, but was quick to peer around you and recognise you as a lost person. Such was the kindness of forest creatures. It’d told you the place was empty for many years, so it was safe to stay.

“Not the same, huh…” You muse. “I’m surprised I ‘glow’ at all. I can’t exactly do the same things they do.”

A part of Kuni feels irritated at your familiar, nostalgic tone. You’ve never actually met the other characters, but your words are uttered as if there was a strange kind of bond between you and them already. Frankly speaking, he thinks your memory might be holding them all at a too-high regard.

“What can they do?” There’s a hint of a challenge in his voice, meeting your questioning look with a raise of his brow. “I’m just curious. You say you witnessed their adventures as if it was a story from their point of view.”

You hesitate, thinking of what you could reveal without saying too much. You don’t mention anything about the Traveler’s abyss twin, more sensitive details, or their theorized origins. Though you’re sure Kuni probably has his own suspicions anyways, sharp as he is.

“They’re getting stronger with every adventure, enough to contend with the gods.” You give him a knowing look, to which Kuni scoffs.

“Irrelevant.”

“Hm.” You try not to laugh, deciding to let him off. He did also beat his own god-self, so you guess it’s a null point for Kuni. “They can swap between elements regularly by resonating with them. Teleport around using waypoints, have a roof over their heads from a certain teapot abode. And…” You pause dramatically. “At some point, become quite the detective and lawyer. Though I can’t tell if they’re good at singing or not, since one time their humming caused a glaze lily to turn into a whopperflower.”

“Anything else?”

“Nothing that stands out too much.” Glancing at him, you link your hands behind your back, causing your shopping bag to shift with you. “Not going to ask about yourself?”

“I’d get creeped out.” When you give him an offended look, Kuni rolls his eyes. “I had a recap of my entire life just recently, so hearing it again isn’t going to make me feel any better.”

“...You sure?” With a thoughtful pause, you shrug. “Then, I can tell you about the other characters the Traveler has met.”

For someone who plays themself off as an insignificant witness, you were quite the character yourself. When Kuni first heard about your arrival from the Dendro Archon’s familiars, he’d scouted the area where you were last seen. When he did manage to match your identity to the person in his memories, he’d almost gone to Irminsul at that moment to erase himself again (an overreaction, mostly). Yet within his cynical thoughts, something about how you were obviously struggling to get a hold on your bearings in the forest gave him pause.

Despite how you were undeniably mortal - no outwardly powers or vision on your waist - there was something about the way you continued trekking forward that made Kuni unable to abandon you. He could have chosen to forget about his past incarnation’s memories, but something always pulled him back to reflect on it.

Questions, interest, and a certain type of nostalgia that lives in the air; not quite isolated to the past as much as it was impossible to ignore, dangling before him in the present. It’s just tangible enough that he might be able to grasp it.

So he does. Because even if he was immortal, he couldn’t say the same for you. You could change, get hurt, or disappear.

…Have you changed? It would be ridiculous to claim you had not, seeing as people grew everyday. But so far at least, none of said changes has betrayed anything that mattered Kuni’s memories, save for one.

Have you always been this tentative? It might be the difference in environment, but Kuni’s certain you were never this wary back when he lived with you. You’d barge into the living room with a magazine asking him if he wanted to visit the place illustrated on its page, planning an impromptu trip. You’d bring him around your modern world and explain how things worked, say hi to the cat you’ve unofficially adopted, and ask him if he’s had a good time at the end of it all.

One of the weaponsmiths in Tatarasuna had mentioned before: ‘It was easier to brave the world when there was someone to be brave for,’ or something like that?

…Absolute rubbish. Just the thought of bringing you to meet Nahida already made a bad feeling crawl up his throat. The last thing Kuni needed was for an archon to do something that neither of you wanted.

“Oh, and there’s Kazuha!” You explain to Kuni, who hums on occasion to show he’s listening. “Kazuha has this really elegant way of speaking, it almost reminds me of a knight? He likes poetry, is really skilled in swordsmanship, and faced the Electro Archon at one point.” The way your eyes light up makes it seem like you’re talking about a celebrity. “He’s also a part of the Kaedehara clan, though I think you already know about that. Just a really nice person that gets along well with most people. He travels on the Crux with Captain Beidou.”

In truth, you’d only highlighted Kazuha because of Kuni’s relations to his ancestors, not realizing the way the puppet was slowly getting annoyed for different reasons. “You’re telling it like he’s the most charming person in Teyvat.”

You tilt your head, not fully understanding his vice. “Well… in terms of charm, there’s a few other candidates, like this magician from Fontaine.” You stop yourself though, raising a finger in the air to illustrate your point. “But anyways, there’s one more person I want to highlight!”

“...Last one. I think my ears are going to need maintenance after this.”

“He’s a person who’s lived many lives.” Your peppy tone melts into something more thoughtful. “—Not quite human, but with a heart that feels so deeply that those who met him during his early incarnations, couldn’t help but invite him into their tribe.”

Kuni stays quiet, but doesn’t make any move to suggest you should stop.

“Unfortunately, a shadow had planted itself in place, which would interrupt their happiness.” Softer and quieter your words grew. “But what was broken here couldn’t simply be thrown aside and forgotten. Its cracks manifested anger. It witnessed a second life of harsher circumstances, and sharpens itself.

“Later on, he is picked up by the wind. He maintains a hard exterior, but his actions do not harm the birds that visit. He pays one of them company while it drags him around to its heart’s content.” You finally bring the narration to an end. “And… Said bird heard from some forest creatures that flowers were a symbol of friendship. So it tried to bundle together a gift of its own for the puppet with a heart of ash and embers, hoping to thank him for his companionship.”

“...You forgot the part where I committed many atrocities.”

“Just take my gift, won’t you?” You huff with feigned-annoyance, handing him the flower crown and box of tea. “If we ever visit another nation, I’ll make you new ones with their regional flowers.”

“And you said you weren’t broke.” Kuni’s words hold no weight though, as he runs his fingers over the woven flowers. “Making presents from the plants in the forest? Next you’ll fashion a spear and hunt a boar for dinner.”

“Isn’t that how adventurers do it anyways?!” You whirl away from him, crossing your arms. “And here I was trying to express my gratitude. Guess I should’ve just gotten you more tea instead.”

The sound of his vision lighting up reaches your ears. When you turn around to see what he’s done, Kuni is quick to place the flower crown atop your head, asking you to hold on to it for him. You were about to tell him it’s his gift when he takes three flowers from the crown, tying it around the metal ornament that frames his vision.

“Wearing that on my head won’t be very practical.” Once he’s done, the flowers grace the accessory naturally, as if grown from the glow of the teal stone. “Next time, just bring me the flowers. I’ll figure out how to use them myself.”

Next to his vision and the golden plume, huh? You’re in no position to complain about that. “...I’m glad you liked it.”

“Never said I didn’t.” Kuni shrugs, before taking your shopping bag and dropping the tea inside, carrying it himself. “Nothing else to surprise me with, right? If we’re done, we should head back before it gets dark.”

“Remember when you asked me why we couldn’t see the stars back in the city?”

Ever the sensitive soul, Kuni responds to your nostalgia with frank fact. “It was so polluted that the stars weren’t visible.” Humans truly had their ways of impacting the world.

“That’s why I’m kind of enjoying the view of the sky in Teyvat.” You say. “The stars are twinkling so brightly, it makes even the night feel a little less isolating.”

Back when Kuni was living in your world, he’d thought of the stars as a witness to the exploits of the world below. Perhaps that was why his past-self had hoped that you’d both remain hidden under the clouds just a bit longer, so that his time living in that quaint but happy existence could remain just a little more.

-> Part 6

#kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin wanderer x you #genshin kunikuzushi #genshin scaramouche #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact reader insert #traveler wishes #genshin writing #genshin imagines

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verdantmeadows · 8 months

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I've been meaning to post this for a bit, but, in the (live action) TV shows I often see in the background that my mom watches (shows like hospital shows, drama shows), the amount of interracial couples, even if the characters are very racially/ethnically diverse, is incredibly small. Not only that, but black characters usually end up with black characters, latine ones with latine ones, white ones with white ones, Asian ones with Asian ones....and honestly not much consideration for people who might not fit into those categories, but, if they are in the show, almost always with each other. If there is an interracial couple, it is usually of people with similar skin tones. Seeing a dark-skinned character with a light-skinned character is very rare. And this makes me so, so sad. Normalization of interracial couples has so far to go. As a kid, I truly thought it wasn't something most people cared about. But as I've grown older, I've learned that most families do care, whether on a small or large level, if their child is in an interracial relationship. Much of many societies do. Within any group or community of any race/ethnicity, it is almost always generally frowned upon or completely acceptable to make jokes about those or directly to those in interracial relationships.

In my experience with ("Western") cartoons, interracial couples are far more common, although still not as common as I think they should or could be. But I am very happy about every year they get more prominent. I do not usually watch live action TV shows, so I don't have as much experience with them, but I think it's often common for cartoons to be more recognizably diverse in their characters, ranging from things like sexuality, gender identity, disability, race/ethnicity, and more (although this still is far from where it should and could be).

That's just a really long amount of text to preface a relationship that means a lot to me that has come about recently, and is canon. In Fionna and Cake, we see a gay M/M couple, which is incredibly rare in cartoons (and if it does occur, usually only happens between gay dads, for meaningless background characters, or is immediately sidelined—I can only think of one gay M/M couple in "Western" cartoons that isn't the first two and is then immediately sidelined). Gay men (as in all MLM) are incredibly underrepresented in cartoons (and in general). All forms of queer people are, but gay men are noticeably represented less in comparison to other queer people, especially in cartoons.

Not only are they a gay M/M couple, they are also an interracial couple and one with a very visible difference with their skin tones. Marshall Lee is inarguably a black person, and Gary is presumably a white person. And their relationship is so, so cute and healing. They are truly loving towards each other. They are supportive. They are incredibly relevant to the plot, not sidelined, and are given their time to shine. We get to see a visible, gay male, interracial couple. One of them is even likely bisexual, and the other commonly and easily relatable to autistic people. They are an on-screen couple. They are relevant. This is the first time the part of me that's MLM has actually felt and been represented in a cartoon that didn't make me feel belittled or frustrated. I'm so, so happy from this.

I have seen very few people talk about how genuinely revolutionary this relationship is for the representation of queer men and queer men of color as well as for interracial and interracial queer relationships. In fact, I've seen many QUEER people be frustrated or upset by it, feeling as if it takes away from other queer people and queer relationships in the particular show/series, which is disheartening.

However, rather than focus on the negatives (although I think it's important to examine why those might come about), I want to focus on the positives. This is genuinely such an amazing push in representation on so many levels that we have. And I am so, so happy about it. I can't even express it in words. I hope that there are other people out there who realize just how big of a deal their relationship was. I am genuinely astounded by it. I don't have much more to say, so I'll just end this post with an image of them.

#book of kells #fionna and cake #gumlee #garylee #marshall lee abadeer #marshall lee #gary prince #lgbt #lgbtqia #lgbtq community #interracial love #lgbtq #queer representation #poc representation #<- dont like the phrasing of that but that's what the popular tag is :/#gay men #gay representation #mlm representation #mlm

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shadamyheadcanons · 10 months

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Been thinking a lot about this and wanted your thoughts. Isn't it strange the only character shown to not be openly afraid or judgemental of Shadow is Amy? I think the only one that comes close to that is Rouge but even then

A lot of characters are easily intimidated, scared of, not trustful or even judgey of Shadow a lot of the time. Which given some past actions and his general vibe is understandable but it never seems to apply to Amy

Even when she mistook him for Sonic she wasn't immediately scared afterwards just confused and later encourages him to save the world because she believes that he is a good person deep down. It's especially prominent in the Sonic takeover video, like when it's revealed that both Shadow and Amy enjoy Taylor Swift?

Sonic is surprised that Shadow the Edgy boy likes a pop artist and treats is a semi big deal. Amy meanwhile is just happy they have something in common, not even a 'oh that's surprising coming from you', just general happy they share similar music tastes

I might be thinking too deeply into it but it occurred to me that Amy never treats Shadow as someone to be scared of and treats him as no different from anyone else right from the start.

Tbh, I don’t think it’s strange at all. It’s standard Amy behavior. Metal Sonic is a scary robot who kidnapped her as a kid, but she still helped him without hesitation in that Sonic Mania short, even after he startled her. Gamma was an armed robot who was keeping her in a cell, but she didn’t show any fear toward him; she stood up to him to protect a Flicky, then befriended him immediately. She saw Silver nearly murder Sonic with incredible powers she’d never encountered before, and she still jumped in front of him to protect Sonic anyway. The werehog was big and scary, but not only did she accept Sonic in that form, she hugged the werehog the first time she saw him and showed no discomfort about it, merely expressing confusion at having hugged the wrong person even though she actually got it right that time.

She just doesn’t see anyone as a monster. And while that’s wonderful and wholesome, it’s a little worrisome, too. Rouge likes and trusts Shadow, but I don’t think she’s unaware of the extensive damage he could do. Omega probably feels the same way. That’s the wise way of looking at it.

But Amy? It’s not just her faith in the goodness of others, it’s straight-up naiveté. Her upbringing was rife with violence, kidnapping, danger, and death, and now she doesn’t know what’s normal. This is the same girl who somehow waltzed onto Prison Island with the intention of casually rescuing Sonic from a high-security prison by herself. If Tails hadn’t shown up, she easily could’ve died! She’s honestly lucky she’s gotten this far without being seriously injured or worse.

I’m sure Shadow loves that she doesn’t fear him and truly values her for that, even if he doesn’t say so, but he’d worry about her, too. I can picture him thinking, “She clearly has no sense of self-preservation. I’ll have to look after her to make sure nothing happens.” Maybe he already does. It could figure into their interactions at Cryptic Castle in ShTH. This sweet girl takes one look at him, of all people, as terrifying as he knows he is--on the darkest story routes you can take, no less--and she says, “Friend? :D” before running off alone into a dangerous, haunted castle to save a child and a Chao. So he follows her. Because she clearly doesn’t know how to stay safe. And she’d be safer by his side than pretty much anyone else’s not only because he’s as strong as you can get in this universe, but because he’ll go farther than anyone else to protect the ones he loves. He knows how it feels to lose someone important, and he won’t let it happen again. It’s time someone put Amy first!

Still can’t figure out how Sega made these two characters so perfect for each other *by accident.* Most movies I’ve seen can’t craft things so well even on purpose.

#ask #waituntilwinterr #not a headcanon #shadamy

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copias-sewer-rat · 8 months

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hello again! ❤️ inspiration has struck for a new ask (if you’d like to ofc)

would it be possible for you to write the different papas maybe helping a s/o who’s overwhelmed with work, stress, bills or whatever etc. and how they help them relax, calm them?

Thank you! 😘

Sorry this took so long! I myself am very stressed with work so this ask got me pretty hard. I tried to portray different types of behaviours when stressed so I hope you enjoy the little scenarios (they might be a bit angsty if you are feeling down, but it is nothing serious.) Fluff and comfort overall! (THIS IS ALL WORK STRESS RELATED BECAUSE RN THAT IS ALL MY MIND GOES TO SORRY)

Tags: no proof read, gn reader, overworked reader, slight argument but overall fluff and comfort.

PAPAS WITH A READER WHO IS STRESSED (GN)

Primo

- Now that he has been retired for a few years, Primo doesn’t feel that stressed anymore. Nonetheless, he doesn’t have fond memories of the piles of documents piling at his desk when he was Cardinal or even Papa.

- Currently he gets the most stressed when some unexpected plague attacks his dear plants.

- That and when you come to him stressed yourself.

- He sees you entering your shared chambers, dark bags under your puffy eyes (you had probably been crying, he thought) and he gets stressed just from your aura.

- He has seen you like this before, but this is one of those extreme cases when you don’t even speak to him, so he worries a lot.

- He jumps straight to you, grabbing anything that you might be carrying, trying to make you feel lighter somehow.

- When he gets back to you after placing your belongings where you usually leave them, he resorts to the only thing he can think of to know how to help you: yes or no questions.

- You are not speaking right now, but you do make very slow almost unreadable gestures.

- He asks if you want to eat, you nod. He prepares you a plate of the dinner he had made for both of you, still hot and smelling delicious, you eat what you can.

- He offers you various options afterwards. That you vent to him about what got you so stressed, a warm bath or to get wrapped in blankets and sleep as much as you want.

- Whatever you choose the last option is always mandatory, because he knows that that is what relaxes you the most.

Secondo

- You learned a long time ago that Secondo’s bitter and dry behavior came to flourish mostly when he was stressed, which occurred pretty often.

- Since you got together he had snapped at you a few time because of that, but he promised to work on his issues so you don’t get to suffer because of him.

- He picks up wood work to destress when he has a bit of a break and he hasn’t snapped at you ever since.

- So imagine his surprise when it is you the one that snaps at him.

- You cannot avoid it, you had loads of work and you workmates were being assholes and your boss even more. Everyone shouted at you so you shouted at Secondo.

- He had asked a pretty innocent question about the washing machine, something that he had asked before, but somehow he always forgets and you keep reminding him. But this time it bothered you more that it should. You screamed at him that he was stupid, that he didn’t put any effort into figuring out himself.

- Secondo wasn’t one to get affected by those kinds of comments, but coming from you, his beloved, it definitely pricked his heart in a way he didn’t know it was possible.

- You saw his hurt expression and regretted you actions instantly, breaking into tears in front of him.

- You apologized profusely time and time again, explaining the root of your aggressiveness towards him. That certainly softened him and made him angry at the same time.

- How dared everyone at your job to treat you in such way? You were perfect!

- He told you that there was nothing to forgive, that he understood why you had snapped. However, he made you promise that you would come to him sooner when you started feeling that way, that maybe you could carve something together.

- Later that night Secondo prepares a movie night with your favourite snacks and a marathon of your comfort movies to chill together.

- You definitely fall asleep before the first movie ends and Secondo carries you to your shared bed.

Terzo

- You were so stressed that you finally shut down. You couldn’t do anything, you felt so incompetent.

- The last day you had spent it under the sheets of your bed, crying all the time, thinking that you didn’t deserve a job. Everything was piling up and you had asked for a couple of free days to drown in your own self pity.

- The break itself was not working, guilt building up for even skipping a day of work, but you could not handle being there anymore.

- Terzo had been worried about you, you were not answering your phone so he decided to visit you in person. He had a spare to you keys so he invited himself in.

- Everything was dark and cold. Being the dramatic ass that he is he imagined the worst possible scenario and called for you. He heard some rustling coming from your bedroom and grabbed a pan from you kitchen to defend himself.

- When he saw your figure curled up in bed between mugs of cold tea and used tissues he run to you, leaving the pan at the edge of the bed where it didn’t make a noise.

- He observed that you were awake so he tried to talk to you. You could do anything but hug his torso as tightly as possible.

- He didn’t say nothing more, he just caressed your greasy hear, tucking it away from you puffy face.

- Terzo sang your favourite Italian songs to calm you down and you did.

- When you felt better, you told him why you were like that, but he didn’t understand much between your hiccups and sniffles, he got the general picture though.

- He prepared a spa session for both of you, with the whole package: face masks, cucumber for your eyes, exfoliating, warm bath with rose petals, manicure and pedicure for both of you and of course a scalp massage that sent you to heaven.

- He definitely knows how to work those fingers to turn you into a puddle.

Copia

- The current Papa is always so stressed himself that you don’t want to add your own stress to his own growing pile. You fake a smile every time he asks about your job, but on the inside you are hurting so badly.

- You want to quit, you have wanted to do so for a while. Your job doesn’t bring you any joy and it is the furthest you would find to your dream job.

- Copia doesn’t know this, so when you almost collapse on him due to you overworking yourself, he is so panicked that he debates calling an ambulance.

- You recover yourself quickly and ask for a glass of water which Copia runs to fetch for you.

- He thinks you might have a very serious sickness. When he hands you the tall glass of water (which you down in one go) he sees how pale you look, the bags under your eyes, the shine of your hair is gone and you look thinner.

- He asks what is wrong while putting you on his lap and you break down. You explain everything. How you didn’t want to worry him, how everything had seemed too much lately, how you don’t want your job anymore.

- He listens attentively, but his face is one of concern. He explains that you should not stick with something if it makes you unhappy. Of course every job has bad moments, but if that is all that there is to it, it is not worth it.

- You nod and hug him tightly. Copia runs his hand through your hair, explaining how he will always be there by your side, that you can talk to him about these things, that you are not a burden or a bother.

- You laugh, you had been so blind to that. He is Copia, your Copia. Of course he would have time for you, and you for him. You wanted to do it alone, and the weight became so heavy that you sank down. Fortunately, Copia was always going to be there to pick you up.

- After that you shower together. Copia pays extra attention to all the parts of your body that look extra tense. He rubs and washes with hot water and you do the same for him in such and intimate fashion that you end up hugging under the hot stream.

- After that you eat dinner, talking about anything but work, Copia throwing his typical silly jokes. Those he knows make you laugh no matter what.

- At the end of the night, he carries you to bed and massages you with scented oils, massaging any spot that was still tense even after the shower.

- You fall asleep with your head nested on his neck, inhaling his scent and wondering how lucky you truly were of having him as your other half.

#gonst #the band ghost #papa emeritus iv #ghost #cardinal copia #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus iii #papa terzo #papa secondo #ask box #ask #my writing

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hawkogurl · 4 days

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I’ve been thinking about a sm3 rewrite so I’m gonna dump some vague thoughts here.

Seeing as it was likely intended to be more of a Harry movie before Venom was forced in, there’s going to be more of a focus on my boy than any other character. As it stands, I don’t want to entirely write out any character that already exists (not throwing the baby out with the bathwater) but just make something that works as a narrative with what I have been given. This likely means that this will exist in two halves in some way, one more about Venom and one more about Sandman.

As my current thoughts stand, Eddie isn’t getting Venom. It just makes the movie clogged and not as streamlined as it could be. Contrary to the opinions of pretty much everyone who’s tried to propose how to make venom work without considering the narrative ramifications on a character who was never not going to be redeemed, Harry is getting Venom either. Peter is, however, in a universe where this exists I would want every trailer ever to bait people into thinking that Harry or someone else would be Venom. Trust me on this.

I’m taking a lot of inspiration from someone I saw commenting on something that I simply cannot find, but the idea is you keep Venom on Peter and use Venom to accentuate and provoke Peter’s pre existing negative traits, which there are many of, particularly ones that go unacknowledged normally or relate more closely to Harry. You use this to make Harry’s redemption parallel Peter’s corruption, putting Harry in this position where he’s able to make moves to improve himself because the gap between “revenge” and “becoming a good and noble person” is narrower. It’s easier to bridge that gap in a way that feels more natural if we put Peter in a narrative position where those lines are blurred.

To do this, we, as prior states, put Venom on Peter for the vast majority of the movie. Peter’s flaws being exaggerated by Venom, in particular his hero complex and his conviction he knows what’s best for other people can be used to make him take actions he believes are right but will begin to make the classic raimi trilogy Character Of New York begin to fear him. If we begin this with the canon Peter ego and the love New York has for Spider-Man that actual sm3 uses, we have some fun potential down the line.

I’m currently unsure what will begin pushing him in this direction, but to feel satisfying and streamline, it should include MJ and Harry. This is a bit vague rn.

New York will need to gradually grow to fear and dislike the black suit Spidey in a similar capacity to after Eddie’s fake photos but in this context it would be more legitimate and things Peter is actually doing. Eddie won’t necessarily relate to this, the parallel just communicates this better.

At this point I want some fight to occur in which Harry goes and hunts down Peter and ends up fighting him in some context where their conflict is viewed by New York locals who Peter had been previously doing ethically dubious vigilanteism towards. Harry’s attack is utterly misread as “oh, finally someone is standing up for us!” Normally I would find this too cheesy, but I then realized this is the sort of cheese that would just exist in in a Raimi Spider-Man movie. Like… yeah that would happen. Harry’s craving for external validation then gets to come into conflict with his craving for validation from his (hallucinations of) his father. As you can imagine, it’s easier to get validation from the city.

At this point he’d still be a little bit of a bitch about it tho. At some point I want a confrontation between an increasingly venom looking Peter and Harry, where Harry is effectively trying to secure both of the things that he wants (revenge and admiration) by taking Peter down. They spend the entire fight rubbing every insecurity they know the other has and verbally prodding at each others weak points because the vibe is that right now they’re both generally pretty vindictive and cruel with one another. Main things I want accomplished is for Peter to call Harry’s motivations in being a hero superficial because he does the hard part not because it’s right but because he wants the praise while Peter did the hard part because it was right and the praise was unimportant. At some point in this fight, Harry should lose half his face. Burns also work if I can make them make sense, but something more brutal like his face being ground into any sort of moving object or really anything that will do permanent damage will work. I want the symbolic potential of Harry losing something superficially valuable here.

Everything else I got is too vague to be shared. This is an absolute dump and I apologize to anyone who endured reading through it.

#harryposting #harry osborn #raimiverse #raimi trilogy #spider man #spiderman #peter parker #parksborn #spider man 3 (2007)#spider man 3

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in-need-of-gally-content · 9 months

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|Chapter•Twenty|

•|Masterlist|•

Gally watched (M/n) as he paced back and forth near the swing, his hands closing tightly every now and again, heavy breaths leaving through his nose, huffing and scowling. He was mad, that much was obvious, and Gally could see how he was shaking as well, not entirely sure why, but he could guess.

"I need... To punch something..." (M/n) muttered, his teeth gritted and knuckles white. Gally could relate to his anger, he himself was still trying to handle his anger issues, and (M/n) only seemed to make them worse, yet better at the same time.

So he thought maybe he could help the (h/c) haired male out, help him calm down like all the times (M/n) had calmed him down, even if Gally knew that (M/n) had no knowledge of what he managed to accomplish within him.

"You can punch me, if you want," he randomly said, as if it wasn't anything serious, like a passing comment. Gally saw how (M/n) slowly came to a halt and turned to look at him, his scowl softening and hands relaxing.

"No, I could never hurt you, Gally," the blond chuckled at that, slightly flustered at the soft and gentle tone in (M/n)'s voice.

He pushed himself away from the tree he had been leaning against and took a few steps toward the swing, sitting on it, his back to the Glade as he faced (M/n), his feet barely pushing himself back and forth, "Well then... Anything I could do to help?" He decided to ask him instead of throwing ideas (M/n)'s way.

Gally saw him scowling again, albeit he wasn't angry this time around, and he walked toward him, holding onto the rope of the swing, just pacing around Gally as he remained sitting in silence, simply watching him.

(M/n) took slow steps for a few minutes, until he stopped behind Gally, "I don't know..." He said, lost in his thoughts for a few seconds, his sight landing on Gally's blond hair.

His hands moved toward his neck, gently and subtly gracing his skin with his fingertips, absentmindedly.

But his action caused a funny reaction out of Gally. He squealed, flinched and snorted within a margin of two seconds, moving away from (M/n)'s hands, who looked at him baffled by all of this.

"Don't do that," Gally mumbled between soft laughs and realization sparked inside (M/n)'s mind.

Gally's ticklish!

He will be having lots of fun with that new information.

With a mischievous smirk, (M/n) raised his hands and Gally looked at him, feeling confused for a few moments before he slowly started getting up from the swing.

"No... (M/n) do not-" but he didn't really care. With his smirk turning into a full smile, he snickered and reached forward, tickling Gally everywhere he could reach, and immediately after, despite trying to hold back his giggles, Gally's loud and cheerful laugh echoed in the Glade, making (M/n) cackle in response.

Gally tried to break free from his tickle torture, but failed and fell to the ground, squirming around as tears began gathering in his eyes, his face red from laughing so much and his tummy hurting.

Slightly far away from them, standing by his hammock, stood Lucas, observing (M/n) and Gally as they played around like kids. Stan came up to him, and watched them in silence as well.

And soon, all the Sloppers were watching the scene, some with dislike and disgust, while others felt indifferent but slightly annoyed. They didn't like the idea or knowledge of either (M/n) or Gally feeling and being happy.

Especially when the realization clicked in their heads.

They were in love with each other. And they could not let that progress any further, they had to do something about it, and it would take them as long as it needed to take.

//////

After having fun tickling Gally, they went back to work, or more like Gally did because (M/n) would simply watch from the side and help whenever they needed something from him, which didn't occur often, so that left him bored and with nothing to do.

Unfortunately, not having anything to direct his attention to, made him hyper-aware of Lucas' glare on him. He had been doing that ever since the little incident that happened. Whenever (M/n) looked, he stood there, clenched jaw and flared nostrils as he stared at him, a heavy stare he couldn't ignore.

It made him feel on edge and uneasy at how mad Lucas looked, and how crazy he was, completely out of his mind.

It didn't help the situation that Lucas would receive glances from others as well, those who had witnessed his rejection. Some felt sorry for him, saying that he at least tried to get with (M/n), while a few others would walk past him, "quietly and subtlety" making fun of him for liking someone as weird as the she-bean, someone as messed up as her and comment other stuff like that.

Nothing helped ease Lucas' sour mood, and (M/n) doubted anything would, awkwardly shifting in place and looking away. Although at least he had completely stopped flirting, and (M/n) wished it would stay that way, he didn't care if Lucas hated him now or not, he simply wanted some peace for once.

A goal that seemed way too hard to accomplish whilst living in the Glade.

But at least, he had a big guy that would always be there for him if he ever needed it. (M/n) couldn't help himself from staring at Gally and smiling, a deep sigh leaving his body without him meaning to.

As long as he had Gally by his side, he knew he could overcome any obstacle sent his way, just knowing he'd be there was enough.

//////

A new day in the Glade, and another day where Gally made him rest after doing some work. For once (M/n) decided to not cause Gally more stress than what was necessary, and for now, he found himself slightly swinging back and forth on the swing while humming a song, observing around the Glade, taking deep breaths and relaxing as he leaned his side against the rope. Until he heard the footsteps of someone stopping next to him.

He looked to his side and squinted slightly, realizing Billy was just silently standing nearby, resting on a tree. (M/n) stared at him for a few seconds, but the Keeper didn't utter a single word, so he decided to just vibe and ignore Billy for a while.

The silence was nice and chill, although it seemed like Billy finally managed to talk after having some kind of internal argument, one of which (M/n) had no idea was occurring.

"How are you, (M/n)? Like... Are you okay?" He blinked a few times and turned to look at Billy, who was trying to make the least amount of eye contact.

It was weird, (M/n) didn't think he'd get used to having Billy as a friend now, but he was actually kinda cool and sweet, although a little unhinged at times. And he found himself wanting to talk to Billy more.

"I'm good, thanks for asking," he answered with a small smile, "And you? Have Tim and Jackson been a pain in your ass lately?" His playful question made the Keeper look at him, chuckling as he got closer, sitting on the ground next to the swing.

"Yeah, but nothing out of the ordinary."

And soon, they found themselves enjoying a nice chat, which neither of them minded, surprisingly for (M/n), and Gally, who couldn't help but watch over him even while busy working. Gally had been skeptical about Billy getting too friendly with (M/n), but he understood that he had no right to tell (M/n) who he should and shouldn't talk to, and that he could be friends with whoever he wanted.

Billy hasn't done anything to make (M/n) mad or upset -not recently anyway-, so for now, he was cool in Gally's book.

///////

Later in the afternoon, (M/n) -who had gotten bored of just sitting and doing nothing- went into the Deadheads, keeping an eye out for any foreign movements and his hearing open in case of something weird making a sound.

Even while he crouched by the little river in the middle of the woods and played with some cool and pretty rocks, he paid attention to his surroundings.

He had been having fun all by himself, deciding to keep a few rocks that were just too pretty to leave them there, and using others to try and learn how to skip rocks. Whether he was managing or not was a different topic.

Unfortunately, his entertainment was ruined when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, the sound of footsteps reaching his ears, and slowly, he stood up, gripping a rock tightly in his hand.

He came eye to eye with Lucas, who had a frown on his face and wore a smirk, "Has your brain gone back to normal or do you need another beating?"

(M/n) could handle him if it got to that fighting point, but behind him, three more guys began making their presence known. Gale, Matt and Zachary stood there behind Lucas, and he could almost feel how the bile began rising in his esophagus, but he still tried to remain calm, maybe he couldn't take the four of them down at once, but he could take two and run if needed.

He took a deep breath yet tried to not make obvious how anxious this situation made him feel, and he managed to glare at Lucas, sensing something akin to exasperation flow through his body.

"Maybe you should be the one to get beaten up until you understand that I don't like you, greenie, I never will," (M/n) watched how Lucas' smirk grew wider and soon, a chuckle could be heard from him, albeit it lacked humour or joy.

"Yeah, you like... Gally, doll, how tasteless," he said mockingly, and (M/n) felt fear settling in his gut at the thought of them doing anything to harm Gally in any way, but he didn't let that show on his face.

"And where did you get that idea from?" He tried to sound sure of himself, as if to make Lucas seem like a fool for believing such a thing. (M/n)'s arms crossed over his chest as a way to hide the shaking of his hands, and he watched with a scowl how Lucas took a step forward.

"I saw it with my own eyes, doll, you can't fool me," while he talked, Lucas kept walking closer to him, and he tried not to shift or back away, "I'm smarter than that, I won't believe your little tactics."

(M/n) clenched his jaw, glaring straight into Lucas' eyes, however, he didn't have a chance to respond back, able to hear the sound of footsteps coming up from behind the Sloppers, and they heard them too. The three dudes behind Lucas cursed and scurried away

But Lucas didn't, he stepped forward one more time, his hand going up to hold (M/n)'s face with a tight grip, his warm breath uncomfortably close.

"Just know I'm not done with you, doll, if I can't have you..." the smirk on his face had been completely wiped away, leaving an empty expression, void of all emotions that caused a cold shiver to run down (M/n)'s spine. Lucas leaned closer, his lips gracing his ear, "No one can."

And just like that, he backed away and left.

(M/n) released a shaky sigh, a sudden image showing in his mind made his skin crawl, and he struggled to get rid of it, to ignore it. He could feel his breath quickening and his limbs going numb, black spots began to cloud his vision.

He closed his eyes tightly and tilted his head down, forcing himself to forget what Lucas said, to remember that nothing had happened and that he would be able to handle it, but Gally...

"Oh, hey, (M/n)!" He looked up at the sound of his name being called, and there stood Winston and Frankie, smiling at him.

He felt relieved at seeing a familiar and friendly face and he sighed, smiling back at them, "Hey, guys, what are you doing here?"

The abrupt sharp pain he felt on his palm, made him hold his breath in, and slowly he opened his hand, realizing the rock he had been unknowingly gripping had dug into his skin and left behind a couple of scratches, a few drops of blood showing up now that he had released the pressure that prevented the red liquid from coming out.

"We were just looking around for a place with enough mud, you know, for the pigs and hogs to cool down," he glanced up at their response and hummed, nodding as he glanced behind him, he had come across a puddle that wasn't deep so maybe that could work.

"In that case, come with me, I found a good spot," (M/n) turned around and began making his way deeper into the Deadheads, hearing Winston and Frankie following him.

It didn't take them long to arrive, and Winston crouched, touching the mud and feeling its consistency. (M/n) wasn't sure why he was doing that, but he let Winston be Winston.

"Well, I've gotta go, have fun with the mud!" He announced while beginning his way back to the Homestead.

He came across the Sloppers as they hung the washed laundry, and he made an effort to pretend they weren't there before heading inside and to the med room, where he found Jeff writing stuff on his journal, and he remembered Box day was coming.

"Oh, hi there, greenbean," Fry wasn't the only one who continued calling him 'greenbean' and he didn't mind it, it was rather cute at times.

"Hey, Jeff, how are you doing?" He asked while placing his rock down and searching for some disinfectant for his wound.

"Uh, I'm alright, I guess, just a little bored..." He looked toward (M/n) and noticed the blood on his palm, "Oh, let me help you with that," he rushed to put his stuff down and grab what he needed to bandage (M/n)'s hand.

"It's okay, I can do it myself-"

Jeff held away the disinfectant and the bandages, far from (M/n)'s grip, making him huff as he made his way to sit on the couch, extending his hand at Jeff, who smiled and proceeded to treat the cuts on his palm.

Since the area had gone numb, (M/n) didn't feel a thing, but he watched attentively how Jeff cleaned his wound and wrapped it with the bandages, securing it with some tape. With a small 'thank you' he walked back outside and sighed, slowly making his way back to the Builders, fidgeting with his rock while he did so.

He couldn't stop thinking about what Lucas had said, making him overthink and worry, hyperaware of everyone's movements and noises, his brain set on high alert.

(M/n) just hoped this whole thing would blow off soon enough, and that Lucas would forget about him eventually.

But perhaps that sounded more like a miracle for him at the moment.

"(M/n), I was beginning to wonder where you were-," Gally came up to him when he had reached the Builders, making him flinch as he wasn't expecting an approach from anyone just yet.

Gally noticed (M/n)'s reaction, and he frowned, soon noticing the bandage around his (left/right) hand, and he worried.

"Are you okay? What happened to your hand?" (M/n) blinked a few times, before glancing at his hand and dismissing the matter with a small smile.

"I just cut myself playing with this little rock, I'm fine, big guy."

Physically yes, he was alright, but he felt like his mind would collapse at any given point.

#gally x reader #gally x y/n #gally x male reader #the maze runner x male reader #the maze runner #the maze runner x reader #tmr gally #gally the maze runner #gally maze runner #ftm reader #trans reader #trans #will poulter #will poulter x reader #will poulter fanfiction

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yoonavii · 1 year

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Miguel O’hara as your bf hcs! Pt.1

A/N: Request are open! Help me get out of my terrible writers block! :)

Miguel is….Miguel. He's still going to act cold towards you in some kind of way, especially first starting off in the relationship. But the reason behind it is that he isn't ready to fully let down his walls and fully dedicate his whole heart towards someone that he could lose in a heartbeat. It will definitely take some time for him to open up. Once he does tho…👀

Every chance he gets he’s gonna complain and nag about anything you do more than he does with the rest of the spider society members. He has extremely high and even unrealistic expectations when it comes down to you because you have great potential in his eyes.

Miguel mentions to you constantly that he hates nicknames, but you don’t care. And to be honest, you kinda think he secretly likes it when you call him “vampie” or “mimi”. He’ll never admit that to your face though.

Jessica always teases you about him. Something in the lines of “I see him getting all soft towards you but low key.”

O’hara is a major early bird, so whatever personal time you two can share together besides work has to be at night when everything’s running smoothly back at hq. During those times you’ll see him fully engage in more personal and even intimate conversations that you throw at him.

Show him any interest in science and he’ll talk nonstop about it. Even though he doesn’t really practice it as much anymore, it’s good for him to go down memory lane every once in a while

You’re the only person that can calm his overall mood. You’re his ice pack to his hot headedness!

Miguel is definitely the jealous type. Any type of close and personal interactions with the opposite sex will have him HEATED. He’ll go on and on to you about how getting close with them will disrupt the multiverse and how you need to follow the canon event which is you being with him.

Whenever you're on a mission, especially a really dangerous one, he's constantly calling and checking up on you. Although he assigned the mission to you knowing you're more than capable to get the job done, he can't help but worry. He's afraid of losing the one he truly loves.

©Yayoona2023. Any sign/evidence of plagiarism from one outside of this name will be dealt with by whatever means necessary. Legal action may occur if non fanfiction works are plagiarized.

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911-on-abc · 11 months

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NFL!Buck AU - Eddie finds out

If you saw me upload a draft of this last night... no you didn't. This is a snippet from my NFL!Buck AU. TBH I didn't know if I was going to write more but a lot of people seem to like it so far:) Context: Eddie and Buck are friends, but Eddie still doesn't know he's a player at this point in the story.

To say Eddie was distracted was an understatement. He knew he needed to keep his focus on the field – to be ready to spring to action at any moment if an injury occurred – but his gaze kept shifting to the area behind the sidelines to see if he could catch a glimpse of Buck.

For all Eddie knew, he might not even be there. In the month he's known Buck, Eddie still didn't know exactly what he did for the team. He knew he worked with the players and he was at the stadium during game days, but Eddie wasn't sure if Buck would be out on the field nearby the coaches or in the locker rooms with the rest of the support staff.

Eddie also didn't know why he couldn't stop thinking about him.

He didn't know how to describe it. The way he felt around Buck was something… different. Not a bad different, but a different he’s never felt before.

Eddie didn't know how to describe the way he felt when he would open his messages in between calls to find 20 new texts from Buck about the new Sumerian tiger cubs at the zoo. Or when Christopher asked when Buck could hang out with them again. Or when they would fall asleep talking on the phone late at night.

But he liked the feeling, whatever it was, and it seemed that Buck felt the same way too.

He also liked having a friend who wasn’t someone he worked with. He loved his job. Hen, Chim, and Bobby were quickly becoming his second family to him, but sometimes he was reminded that his co-workers were also nosy little assholes.

"Earth to Eddie. Anybody in there?" A sharp pinch to Eddie's arm from Hen jolts him out of his thoughts.

"Hey what the hell!" Eddie shoots a sharp glare at Chimney and Hen standing next to him as he rubs the spot of his arm that was just pinched. See? Assholes.

"Hey Eddie," Chim says in false nonchalance, "it's great to have you back with us."

"Having fun looking for lover boy?" Hen joins in.

Eddie arched his eyebrow up at Hen in response. They’ve been teasing him about his new friendship for weeks now, but this was new. "Lover boy?"

"Yeah, Buck. You know, the guy who has you smiling at your phone 24/7?" Hen gestures toward the field. "The very same guy who works for this very team?"

"Buck and I are just friends, okay? It's not like that between us."

Hen and Chimney look unconvinced.

"No, Chim and I are just friends. This?" Hen waves her hand in a circle at Eddie's face, "This is something else."

"This," Eddie copies Hen's gesture, "is all in your head."

"Uh huh."

"You know what? How about we stop talking about my personal life and, I don't know, do our jobs?" Eddie pointedly turns back towards the players on the field, but not before catching the look that passes between Hen and Chim.

There was a minute left in the third quarter, when it happened. The Ram's quarterback had evaded most of the defensive line charging towards him as he tried to make a play. He released the ball in a forward pass just in time to his wide receiver, but the momentum of the player coming towards him can’t be stopped. The lineman slams straight into the chest of the quarterback who flies back to the ground. And then he doesn’t get up.

The second play stops Eddie, Hen, and Chimney spring into action. Grabbing their gear they rush to where the quarterback is curled into himself, surrounded by concerned teammates.

"Chimney, check his vitals. It looks like he got hit in the ribs, but Eddie, I want you to look at his head to make sure he doesn't have a concussion too," Hen directs as they surround the quarterback.

The player is still curled up on the ground in pain, unaware of the action around him. Eddie speaks, trying to coax him out of his fetal position so he can assess his head, "Hey man, I'm Eddie. Did you hit your head at all when you went down?" The player tenses for just a second, and then shakes his head.

"That's good, that's good," Eddie tries to soothe, "but I'm going to need to take a look at it just to make sure you are all right. Can you move your head and look towards me?"

The player complies and Eddie reaches around to gently remove his helmet. Eddie already has his flashlight halfway towards the player's face when the quarterback’s familiar eyes meet his own.

"Buck?"

#911 fox #911 abc #buddie #buddie fic #911 fic #buddie wip #Please let me know what you think!!!#I'm so new to writing fic so I'm always nervous to share #I can write more if ppl are still interested #or like a specific part??#evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #NFL!Buck #NFL au #Sarah writes #my fic #my post

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Till Then | Steven Grant x Reader

Worth an Oscar | Masterlist

Context: After a wonderful night, an unpleasant feeling washed over you for no explicable reason. But you weren't the only one who felt this way; your lovely Steven had also sensed what was about to happen and thus offered a dance.

Warning: Angst, Small Mentions of Pregnancy (for those who doesn't like stories like these), Grief

Music: Till Then by The Mills Brothers

This night was utterly beautiful, the moon glowed brightly than usual, the air was cooler, and it was so peaceful. But what made it more special than any other night was that you spent it with the love of your life, Steven Grant.

Steven promised you a date, which he fulfilled tonight. He took you to all of your favorite places in London, which resulted in both of you staying until midnight. You suggested that you both stay in because you knew his new job was exhausting, but he preferred not to. He explained that a lady like you should always feel special, which is why he planned to take you out on a date every Friday.

You admired how he remembered everything you liked even when you only mentioned it once, especially given his forgetfulness.

"Here, take this love," Steven smiled, gently covering your bare shoulders with his coat. "You might catch a cold."

You returned his sweet smile, reaching up to hold his hand that rested briefly on your shoulder. "Thank you, darling," Steven hummed before facing the empty field of the local park again. Steven wanted to end the night peacefully, so he took you to your last favorite place. You sighed contentedly before resting your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes as you felt him do the same.

Steven encased your right hand in his larger ones, slightly leaning back on the back of the bench. He began rubbing loving circles on your knuckles, his hands ghostly running over your fingers and palms. A simple life with the most perfect man was everything you could ever want. Your lips curled into a smile as you imagined your future with him, how you'd both live peacefully, how he'd look playing with your children, and how you'd both grow old together.

But then,

A sudden feeling washed over you, interrupting your dream. You couldn't quite make it out, but you know it was uncomfortable and troubling. But it was when you realized you weren't the only one who felt this way that your brows knitted even more. You opened your eyes to see Steven, whose body tensed beside you. He was still staring straight ahead, his face blank, and his grip on your hand had tightened slightly.

"Darling?" you called softly, holding his shoulder with your free hand as you worriedly searched his face. He wasn't responding, and he was very still, so still that you became concerned. "Steven?" you asked, sitting up straight.

With the unrecognizable feeling and Steven's lack of action, your heartbeat painfully quickened. "Steven, darling? Are you okay?" you inquired again, this time with obvious concern in your voice.

You began rubbing his shoulder to get his attention, attempting to release your hand from his firm grip, but to no avail. This was starting to frighten you, and you had no idea why. You tried everything to get his attention, pinching him, waving your hands in front of his face, snapping your fingers, but he didn't move. "Steven, you're scaring me," you mumbled, looking down at your squished hand.

Steven slowly turned his head towards you with that single sentence. His grip loosened and he resumed caressing your hand, his eyes filled with adoration as he searched your worried expression. "I'm fine, love," Steven said, as if he hadn't been acting strangely earlier. "Are you?" He asked, gently cupping your right cheek. You heaved a shaky breath before trying to comprehend what had occurred.

Steven's questions and concern about your expression made you relax a little, giving you the impression that your Steven has returned. But why did he behave like that?

It was as if he sensed something uneasy...like you.

Did he feel it as well?

"I-I'm okay, Steven," you responded, trying to forget what had happened earlier. Steven huffed and chuckled as he rubbed your temple with his thumb, "Oh good, I thought something happened." You tried not to react to his chuckle because you knew it was completely forced. Steven felt something similar to you, and you know it.

But if he really did, why isn't he saying anything?

"Steven, did you—"

"Can I offer you a dance, love?" Steven stood up abruptly, taking both your hands in his and bending down to await your response. You looked up at his smiling figure, which was so beautiful in the moonlight. "Just one, yeah?" His smile widened as he raised both your hands to his face and tenderly kissed the gaps of your knuckles.

You thought about it at first, but since Steven seemed to want to dance with you, you gave him a genuine soft smile before standing up with him. Steven's cheeks flushed as he led you both slightly away from the bench you were sitting on in order to give you both more space. "Thank you, my love," Steven whispered as he came to a halt.

His gentle hands found your waist and drew you in closer until your chests were touching. You softly hugged his neck, and he rested his cheek against yours. Although you had always wanted to dance with Steven, the earlier feeling lingered. And, despite his smile, Steven's eyes were filled with the polar opposite of happiness.

You swallowed and closed your eyes as Steven began to sway you both. Maybe you're just hallucinating, yeah? Maybe it's just fatigue that has you feeling this way. You don't want to ruin this night, so you tried to relax yourself with Steven's warmth.

It was then you felt yourself relaxing when you heard Steven's melodic voice. "Till then, my darling, please wait for me," He was singing the song that was playing in the background when you two first met at a coffee shop. His voice was so soothing that you leaned in closer to him and silently hummed with him, feeling the tension in your body release.

"Till then, no matter when it will be, some day I know I'll be back again, please wait till then."

You began drawing circles on Steven's nape with your fingers, feeling him smile in your ear as he leaned in closer. As he hummed, his warm breath tickled your ear and his large hands caressed your waist, lovingly running his fingers through your curves.

"Our dreams will live though we are apart," As Steven sang the part that made your chest tighten uncomfortably, your smile faded. "Our love I know we'll keep in our hearts" Your fingers stopped playing with his hair and your hands tensely rested on his shoulders. The feeling you once shook off has returned, stronger than ever. You turned slowly to face Steven, who had his head down, your brows arched as he avoided eye contact.

"Steven," you said quietly, cupping his cheeks and turning him to face you. You huffed as you felt your chest tighten even more when you saw Steven's eyes glistening and his face downcast. "Till then, when all the world will be free. Please wait for me". Steven continued, his voice cracking at the end as he began to cry. In a panic, you both came to a halt and gently wiped away his tears,

"Oh darling, what's wrong?" you asked, not noticing that your eyes were also getting prickled by tears. Steven's hands held your head, his dark eyes staring at you as if he was afraid you'd vanish if he looked away.

"Why are you leaving me, love?" he asked, his voice quivering with heartbreak. His question caused your face to contort in confusion. What did he say? You weren't going anywhere, and if you were, where to? "No, Steven, I'm right here," you tried to console him, but he shook his head.

Steven was crying, and you had no idea how to comfort him because you didn't know why.

You kissed his forehead, drawing him close to you, and tried to stop him from crying. Steven sobbed as he hugged you tightly and buried his face in your neck. "I'm sorry, love, I shouldn't be acting this way," he said, his voice trembling and muffled.

You were so perplexed that you simply remained silent. What was going on? Why is Steven suddenly crying? Why was he asking you to stay when you were never going to leave—

It's alright, say your goodbyes to him.

When you heard an unfamiliar voice, your head jerked around. This increased your anxiety because you didn't understand anything. Steven tightened his grip on your back, holding your arm that was hugging his neck, his crying had subsided but he was still shedding tears. "I'm going to miss you," he whimpered.

"What are you saying, Steven?" You brought his face up to your level, his eyes puffy and his face damped. "Y-You're leaving....me," Steven hiccupped, his quivering mouth curled into a frown.

You chuckled nervously, "No, I'm not." You tried to prove him wrong, but something inside you told you that he was telling the truth. Steven forced a smile and nodded at you, "It's okay, love, I'm not mad." He wiped your hairs off your face and stared at you lovingly, as if this was the last time he'd get to look at you like this.

Steven gently wiped the single tear from your cheek. "So beautiful, you," he said, smiling, "The best gift I've ever had."

Is he taking it easy?

You dropped your head on Steven's shoulders with another call of the voice. "I'm sorry, Steven." You didn't know why your mouth moved unconsciously, as if it had its own mind. "I tried but couldn't; it was becoming more difficult for me." Now you were the one sobbing on his chest. "I want to stay with you, Steven, I really want to," you mumbled as you felt strangled. In response to your words, Steven took a deep breath and hugged you even tighter. The words you didn't know you were saying.

"I know, love, don't blame yourself," Steven said, looking up at the sky, not wanting to cry any longer. Your grip on him loosened as he backed away slightly, wanting to look at you again. "As much as I dislike saying it, perhaps this is for the best."

Listen to him; everything will be fine.

"For your sake, love, you're doing the right thing," Steven smiled sincerely, wrinkles forming on the sides of his deep dark eyes. You felt as if your legs were about to give way, closing your eyes as you still felt as if you knew everything and nothing at the same time. "I love you," Steven confessed, quickly closing the gap between your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing him in for one last passionate kiss.

"I love you, I love you," you said again and again between breathless kisses. Steven hesitantly drew back and hugged you one last time, his hands securing you tightly, almost as if he was reconsidering your departure. You felt his chest pound against you while your surroundings suddenly shrank. Despite the fact that the world seemed to be closing in on you, Steven's touch gave you reassurance.

"Thank you for everything, darling, my Steven."

As you began to lose consciousness when your surroundings shrank and became engulfed in unexplainable darkness, your vision began to split in two and nearby noises became distorted, but before you passed out in Steven's arms, you audibly heard him hum one last time.

"Please wait till then,"

...

"Ms. L/N?"

A now-familiar voice prompted you to slowly flutter your eyes open. The bright ceiling light that welcomed you was blinding your blurry vision, so you closed your eyes again for a few moments, gently rubbing them.

A quiet groan of discomfort escaped your mouth as your fingers met both of your watery eyes. Every time your hand moved in a different direction, there was a stinging sensation. You tried to recall why you were feeling dizzy and why your eyes felt like they had been staring at the sun for too long, but your thoughts were cut short by a faint melody playing beside you.

"Although there are oceans we must cross and mountains that we must climb,"

Regardless of how painful your eyes were, you fluttered them wide open and searched for the source of the music that was making your heart beat faster. Your reddish eyes were drawn to a record player with a disc that was playing the only song you considered to be music to your ears.

Your slightly parted lips curled into a smile as your hands rested on your heated chest. Your gaze was drawn to the record player on the table beside the couch you were sitting on, recalling the happy memories it brought. "Till then, let's dream of what there will be," You quietly sang along before turning your gaze to the woman in front of you.

"Hello, Ms. L/N, welcome back," greeted the woman wearing round pitch-black glasses, her wrinkled hands holding a large notebook that rested on her crossed legs. "Did you get a chance to say goodbye?"

The sincere smile on your face faded quickly and you settled your hand back on your lap.

"P-pardon?" you inquired, slightly perplexed as to what she was referring to. "To Steven?" the woman licked her lips as she quickly adjusted her glasses.

Steven? Why would you say goodbye to someone who isn't even here? And how did she come to know him? Your brow furrowed, and you stared at her, puzzled. The woman noticed how clueless you appeared to be about the situation, so she leaned in closer.

"I know every gain must have a loss,"

Before returning her gaze to you, the woman briefly glanced at the music that was still playing beside you. "Earlier today, I put you in a trance...with Steven," she began, and as those words left her mouth, you found yourself recalling events from a while ago.

"It was a way for you to get closure. You asked me to do it, and I assisted you."

"Help me with what?" you murmured, your eyes stinging once more. You asked her not because you didn't know the answer, but because you wanted to know if what you remembered about Steven was true or not.

The woman sighs and places her other foot on the carpeted floor, her face slightly downcast. "Mr. Grant, was..." She looked at you to see if she could go on, "He was involved in a terrible accident a few months ago."

"What?" you laughed incredulously, tears streaming down the sides of your cheeks. "Steven's probably at home, reading a book or doing a puzzle," you reasoned, hoping to prove her wrong.

"So pray that our loss is nothing but time,"

Your heart dropped as the woman slowly shook her head. "Mr. Grant is no longer with us, which is why you're here, Ms. L/N." She tried to comfort you by reaching for your hand, but you just stared at her with glossy wide eyes.

Her words rushed through your mind, not allowing you to fully comprehend them. It was as if your brain had shut down and all you could do was listen to the woman in front of you who seemed to be telling the truth.

Steven's at home....isn't he?

"Your grief was too much for you to bear, so your mind devised a way to cope with his loss; you told me that you frequently pass out and wake up to the promised day Mr. Grant never fulfilled, and every time you relive that whenever you yearn for him; it was becoming extremely unhealthy for you and the baby, which is why I decided to help you find closure. We've been doing this for weeks; may I ask if it worked this time?" The woman asked, her voice soft and patient.

What?

Your brows raised in surprise as your dried mouth parted slightly, and you unconsciously found your hand gently resting on the small bump on your belly. "I..." you breathed, not knowing how to speak properly given the amount of information that had flooded your mind. You looked back at the woman who was ready to stand up if anything happens to you.

"Till then, we'll call on each memory,"

"It's fine, Ms. L/N. We can continue at another time—"

"No," you cut her off, pausing for a few seconds before returning your gaze to her worried expression. Fortunately, your mind has allowed things now to sink in properly for you to understand, and you believe you can continue with her topic without breaking down too much. "I...I'm not sure if it did," you muttered, unsure of your response. You didn't know if you'd successfully escaped the world you'd created.

It was a world where Steven and you went on the date he promised, which was also the date you planned to tell him you were pregnant. You wished you could have seen his reaction; he'd be thrilled to learn that he'd have a smaller version of himself. All you could do now was presume on how he would react.

"It's okay, we can try again next time," she said as she stood up to sit right next to you, still holding the notebook, "You should let it all sink in. Whenever we do the trance, you often wake up and forget everything." Venice gently grabbed your right hand and brought it to hers, inspiring you to look back at her.

Oh, she's right. You hadn't remembered her name until now.

"I'm here to help you, okay? You don't have to move on, just accept. A love like that can never fade away," Venice said as she gently squeezed your hand and smiled lovingly. Your lips began to quiver at her words, and you found yourself crying once more.

"Till then, when I will hold you again,"

You're not sure if you'll ever recover from his death or escape the reality you've created, but you'll try...for him and your child. You could've followed Steven months ago if you hadn't been pregnant, but knowing how he'd react, you chose to live your life for him. It just sucks that he left first and that it wasn't the cliché type of both of you dying of old age together, that's terrifying.

You closed your eyes as Venice drew you in for a warm embrace, and you shuddered at how you heard the song's final line before it ended. It was almost as if Steven himself had whispered it to you.

"Please wait till then."

#angst #fanfiction #steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #moon knight #marc spector #jake lockley #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #imagines #oscar isaac #oscar isaac fanfiction #jake lockley x you #moon boys #moon knight angst

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slinket · 1 year

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Tangible

@spaceyaceface

I picked prompt 24 'how can I be the boy you dream about.'

This is my first time writing fanfiction ever, I have no idea what I'm doing, and just wanted to go for it. Turned out much longer than I expected. Not easy writing this entirety on my phone while on a cruise vacation either lol.

Tangible.

Ominis x MC (Amy)

No warnings.

I stood at the entrance of the great hall, taking a moment to scan the tables and find the smiling faces of my friends. When I spotted my fellow Hufflepuffs, I started over to sit across from Poppy and Adelaide, greeting them while pulling a pancake onto my plate.

"Amy, we were just talking about you!" Adelaide exclaimed while passing me the syrup.

"It's barely 8am, what could I have possibly done already?" My smile flickered at my own teasing.

Poppy snickered, "Well, more like Duncan Hobhouse was talking about you.

Now the smile fully sank. I sighed and shoved a bite of the pancakes into my mouth.

"Bleh," I said as I was chewing. Adding after swallowing, "that was in reference to Duncan, not the pancakes." All three of us girls giggled at that.

"I just don't understand it, how can Duncan be afraid of plants and puffskiens, but he feels completely comfortable asking me for a date?"

"Well that's simple enough, sweetheart," Sebastian stated as he and Ominis sat down, one on each side of me, "unlike puffskeins, you don't bite."

"I'll bite!" I scoffed.

Ominis took the opportunity to retort, "Ahh, but will you stick your tongue up his nose?".

"You got me there". We all laughed.

The conversation continued, easing from one topic to another, avoiding any more talk of Duncan. Not only did I want to stop thinking about his unending interest in me, but I also knew too much Duncan would have Ominis seeing red. I could understand the dislike, but the utter abhorrence Ominis felt towards Duncan was a little much.

As breakfast was coming to an end, Ominis held his hand out to me, indicating that it was time to head to class.

"I would be delighted for you to escort me to my napping area" he teased.

I grabbed his hand, relishing the way our fingers intertwined, always greedy for any contact.

"I believe the rest of the school calls it History of Magic." I laughed as we stood, nodding at my friends in farewell.

History of Magic was my favorite class. Ominis and I have always shared a desk, and I had learned so much over the past couple of years. Intormation like how long I could continue holding his hand after we sat down. The current record being 30 minutes. Which hand Ominis would usually lean against as he fell asleep (it was his left). How I could tell he was dreaming when his lips would raise into a slight smile. Oh, the absolute best part of class was always when Ominis would catch himself slipping off of his hands and would grab on to me to steady himself. It didn't happen often, so I made sure to grab back at his arm to support him when it did occur.

We arrived and I smirked at Ominis who was settling down for his nap. He was still holding my hand as he lifted it up to his mouth, pressing his lips tenderly against my knuckles. I made a noise or surprise, and Ominis turned his head towards me.

"I needed something nice to think about before falling asleep, too much talk of Duncan today and I do not wish to dream about him." I laughed at his explanation.

Class continued, and Ominis fell into his usual pattern of slipping off into sleep. He has a habit of tapping his fingers against the desk when he would awaken. I would watch his pale and lengthy fingers tap with no apparent pattern.

"Ominis, why do you always tap after you wake up? I can't ever remember a time that youve skipped that action"

"Oh, it is because of my blindness. When I wake up, often it can still feel like a dream because I see nothing different. Tapping, touching something tangible will ground me, lets me know that things are real, that I am real.". He paused for a moment. "I…does that make sense? I've never explained it to anyone before."

" I understand the feeling, though the context may be different. After everything with Ranrok, life didn't seem real to me. I would go through the motions while feeling that I might as well be a character from a story, that everything I was to do had already been written. No choices, no surprises, no real life. Actually, you are one of the reasons I was able to leave those feelings behind."

Ominis hummed in question as he tried to make eye contact with me, furrowing his brow.

I giggled, "Your sarcastic demeanor, the way you really pay attention and listen, the way you make me feel…it brought me back to life."

I was leaning closer to him, feeling that if there was ever a moment for Ominis to be convinced with words to kiss me, it would be now. I licked my lips as I watched him move closer, and then heard Ominis groan as we both heard my name called. My head fell back in annoyance.

"Duncan, how are you?" I asked him with a polite smile. He may be a bit annoying, but I didn't have any real reason to be rude. Yes, he continuously asked me out, but he was a gentleman about it, never being pushy or overbearing. A simple no and he would be on his way, placated for a while.

"Amy, I am glad I ran into you, I wanted to see if you would be interested in joining me to Hogsmede, to, uh, talk or uh, spend time together."

Ominis smacked his hand on the desk and growled. "Get a clue Dunkein, she's not interested."

I watched as Ominis stormed off. I sighed, and turned back to Duncan.

"I'm sorry Duncan, while I don't appreciate his attitude, Ominis is correct. I'm not interested."

I watched Duncan slouch in defeat, "Amy, please, how can I be the man you dream about?"

He looked so sad. And I felt guilty, but still found an answer slipping from my mouth. "Ominis. You'd have to be Ominis." While I said it in a whisper, I was still surprised I said it at all. Duncan's eyes opened wide as I lowered my head and pushed past him.

Weeks passed. I continued the little game with Ominis, where we both seemed to reach out to each other for more, but then pulled back, confused and worried of what would happen, of what the other would think. I was trying to be more bold, at least, I honestly didn't think I could be more obvious without physically throwing myself at Ominis. I often wondered if his blindness affected other parts of his perception as well. Duncan continued to inquire with me to spend time together, and I always welcomed him to spend time with me and my friends, but no to any alone time.

A day came where I found myself in the library with my usual study group, Sebastian, Ominis, and Poppy. When going to sit at our usual table, Sebastian and Poppy raced to sit to ensure Ominis and I sat next to each other. We were preparing for a history test.

"Amy, do you have notes on Grimbald Weft?". Poppy asked.

I ruffled through my parchment, "Eh, it seems not." I gave her an apologetic look.

Ominis turned his head quickly towards me and asked "How could you not have the notes? I know I sleep through class, but you don't. I don't remember you missing any class!"

"Oh, I didn't miss a class, I just must have um" I bit my lip and glanced back and forth between the three of them. Ominis looked concerned, while Poppy had a growing smile and Sebastian was trying not to laugh. "I.. I must have dozed for a moment. You were sleeping Ominis, there is no way you would know not if I had also fallen asleep."

Poppy winked at me. She knew the notes were missing because I was busy counting the freckles on the face of the boy next to me. That I may have been thinking about how good it would feel to run my fingers through his hair as he slept. Or, as I started to blush, thinking about other things that pass through teenage hormonal minds. Whatever the reason, Binns might as well have been speaking in an unknown language. I didn't pick up anything he said.

"So Amy, when are you going to take your relationship with Duncan to the next level?"

I looked at Sebastian in confusion. "What do you mean?

"She has no relationship with Dunkien, and unless the next level would involve her shoving him off a bridge and forcing him down, there is no where for him to go." Ominis was always adamant that nothing between Duncan and myself would ever happen.

Sebastian looked at me again, "I mean, when are you taking your relationship with "Dunkien" to the next level?"

Obviously, Ominis couldn't see that Sebastian had put quotes around Duncan's name. Poppy gave him a smack on the arm before laughing, and I am sure I flushed red.

Ominis stood up suddenly and put his face towards Sebastian. "I just told you that there is nothing going on between those two, leave it alone Swallow.

I stood slightly and put my hand on Ominis's shoulder, gently pushing him back into the chair. I left my hand there and rubbed his back a bit before telling him that I could live with Sebastian's teasing. Ominis gave me a concerned look, and feeling daring, I leaned close to whisper in his ear. "Sometimes it's fun to be teased."

I hadn't realized how close I had been that my lips had actually been brushing against his ear, but the look on his face after I pulled back was both breathtaking and heartbreaking at the same time. Red color rising over him, showing me his clear embarrassment, eyebrows looking to scowl, but lips twitching into a half smile.

"I best be off, I've a letter to write and send out before the end of the day.". With that, Ominis abruptly left.

"I will kill you, Sallow!" I said with anger, but my face gave away that I did find the situation comical.

"I can't help it that you're so clearly in love with a blind boy. Maybe in an act of jealous rage Ominis will grab you into a kiss!"

"I think it's more likely that he would grab Duncan into a fight."

Poppy nodded and agreed with me. "Ominis is probably just too nervous or too much of a gentleman to ask."

"Well he is stupid then. Sometimes you have to just go for it. Or, you could go for it yourself Amy. In fact, I'm going to just go for it." And with that, Sebastian stood up, grabbed Poppy by the face and kissed her hard. "You're beautiful and I absolutely adore you." Sebastian took off quickly, while I stared at Poppy in shock, and she seemed stuck with her mouth slightly parted and eyes wide and wild.

"Did you..has he ever said anything about liking you?" I exclaimed, as I really was at a loss of words.

Poppy coming out of her shock, turned to me, "did that just happen?"

"It happened"

"Wow." We laughed as we packed up our things and headed out.

I immediately ran off to the undercroft to see if Sebastian or Ominis were there. I was lucky to find them both, overhearing a bit before they noticed me.

"...so I kissed her. Sometimes Ominis you just have to go for it, nerves be damned."

"Well I'm so happy for your relationship advice Sebastian, unfortunately I find it hard to believe that you just kissed Poppy at random."

"He did, I saw it." I said, walking over to them. "Sebastian, I didn't even know you were interested in her… you are interested in her, yes? If you kissed her just to prove some point I will kill you."

"It can be a little bit of both yah? I proved a point, to you at least, and I got to kiss a beauty. All around great time for me… was she happy about it?" He asked, suddenly nervous.

I laughed while answering, "yes, she was happy, I think a bit shocked, but happy."

"Perfect, I'm going to go track her down and see if I can kiss her again. Or do the whole talking about our feelings thing, if we must.". Sebastian waved goodbye and left for the lift.

"He really did that, just no warning, no fear, no vomiting from nerves?" Ominis asked.

"Well I can't say what he did after he left the room, so I suppose he could have vomited, but otherwise yeah, he just went for it. I replied. "Maybe he is right, about just going for what you want…". I trailed off, knowing still that I would not have the confidence to kiss Ominis.

Ominis hummed, before grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the undercroft. "Lets go, my dear, taking bets on how quickly he can mess this up."

Of course the kiss was all we talked about for the next few days. Excited because it happened, but more excited to find out what happens next. Poppy and Sebastian seemed to be moving forward quickly, already having gone on a date or two. Talking to Poppy, she told me that the whole thing had been crazy, but she couldn't have been happier, and she encouraged me to make my move on Ominis. I had been considering it. This being our final year at Hogwarts, I always worried in the back of my mind that regardless of how close we were now, after graduation we would go our own ways. That fact alone helped pressure me to do something, because it's a lot harder to say goodbye to a lover than it is a friend.

It was nearing Valentine's day. I was determined that Ominis would be my boyfriend before that date. Or that it would all fail miserably and I would spend eternity in my dorm alone.

I was looking for Ominis around the castle, but had a hard time finding him. I did however run into Duncan.

"Amy, Amy," he called, chasing after me.

I paused with a grown, but trying to be forever pleasent, I put on a smile and turned around. "Hi Duncan, what can I do for you today?"

"How about that date?"

"Sorry, have to pass. Oh, have you seen Ominis lately?"

"Actually I have, he was saying something about going to the docks." Duncan gave me a smile. Then he ran off.

"Oh, well that's great Duncan, thanks for letting me know, see you later." I slowly turned my direction towards the docks. Bit if a long walk in the cold, but I have my scarf and my confession cannot wait.

I reached the docks in probably about 45 minutes. Had to be careful about all the ice. No luck with finding Ominis.

"Damnit!" I yelled out to the water. "Merlin, I just want to tell Ominis that I love him, why are you making this so hard!"

That's when I heard him, "Amy, you..you love me?"

Turning around, Ominis was close behind me. I swallowed and walked up to him.

"Well that certainly made the confessing part of this a lot easier." I took a breath and leaned in close to him. What do you think? You in?"

He didn't answer. Ominis grabbed onto my robes and pulled me to him. Our lips missed, but I laughed and redirected so we could finally sink into each other. Time seemed to stand still as kiss after kiss went by.

"Amy, let's head back before we get too cold."

I smiled up at him, Ominis, who I would be calling my boyfriend now. We linked hands and made our way back up to the castle. Life felt serene.

Soon we approached the top of the hill, and I saw Sebastian there, packing together what I would guess was a snowball. I shouted at him and waved, and when he looked over, I raised my and Ominis's locked hands. I had the biggest smile on my face until I watched Sebastian face go from carefree to very, very concerned.

"Ominis, why do you think Sebastian isn't happy for us? He's been pushing me to open up to you for ages."

"Don't worry about what he thinks Amy, in fact, forget about him. Lets get into the castle another way."

Ominis started walking in another direction, but I pulled him back to me and began dragging him over to where Sebastian had been. We approached together and I looked again at the angry faces of Sebastian, Poppy, and ….Ominis?

I dropped my Ominis's hand and took a step back.

"Stupify," I heard Sebastian yell. My Ominis fell to the ground. Sebastian and the others came running towards me.

"What the hell is going on?" I wailed, tears about to fall from my eyes. My Ominis had gotten back up, but now was bent over and coughing. I watched in horror as the Ominis I had so recently confessed my feelings to, and spent a good amount of time making out with, shifted into Duncan Hobhouse.

I swear at that moment that flames could have been shooting out of my ears. I could not hold back the tears anymore. "Duncan, what..a polyjuice potion? You absolute asshole. I told you that I loved you…well him…Ominis. We kissed several times!" I retched.

Hearing a growl, I looked over at Ominis and saw pure rage. "You kissed her? You put your scummy lips on this precious gift of a woman? I'll kill you." The last of his words screamed as he ran at Duncan and tackled him.

I felt Poppy come up next to me, wrapping her arm around my waist as a form of comfort. Ominis was on top of Duncan and smashed his fist into the face of the liar. Sebastian was doing his best to pull Ominis off of Duncan.

Poppy and I walked over to the boys and I yelled at Ominis to stop while Sebastian went flailing backwards. Ominis sat up ready to attack again, but I rushed forward and put my hand on his shoulder.

"Stop, please. I need him to be able to talk and explain himself."

I heard a grunt, which I took as an agreement, Ominis stayed on top of Duncan, keeping him held down.

"How the hell did you get a hold of a polyjuice potion?" I asked Duncan.

"Heh, Weasley." He replied.

Ominis pulled Duncan up by his robe and slammed him back down. "Spill, everything," Ominis snarled.

"Okay." Duncan leaned up on his elbows and began to explain. "Remember when I asked you how I could be the man you dream about?" I nodded but stayed silent.

"You told me that I would have to be Ominis. So I was just meeting your demands. I got Garreth to make the potion by trading him some of the giant venomous tentacula leaves I had taken from the hidden herbology basement back in 5th year."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "I think you may be misremembering that particular event."

"Anyways," Duncan continued, "Garreth didn't ask questions. Getting some hair from Ominis was easy with how often he falls asleep in public. You wouldn't give me a chance, so I did what I had to do to get that chance." He smiled up at me, "your lips against mine, simply perfect."

"Those lips are for me to be kissing, not you, not anyone else." Ominis started as he stood up. "Get the hell out of here, Dunkein."

"You guys okay?" Sebastian asked.

Ominis hummed softly, "could Amy and I have some time alone?"

"Of course," Poppy answered. She grabbed Sebastian's hand and the two of them wandered off together.

"Ominis, I swear I didn't know. This was insane - I thought…." I trailed off.

"You dream of me?" Ominis asked.

I looked down at the ground, feeling the embarrassment of confession creep across my face. "Yes, I do," I said in a whisper.

"Good." When Ominis said that, I looked back up at him and saw his ears turning red. I felt comforted knowing he was going through the same nervous emotions that I had.

"It was hard enough to convince myself to confess my feelings for you once, now to have to do it all over again, heh, you think it would be easier." I closed my eyes and took a breath. "It almost seems harder, considering I just made out with the guy you hate most on this planet."

Ominis put his hand to my cheek, which I leaned into, loving the feel of his cold fingers against my burning skin.

"Now now my dear, he is only the person I hate most at Hogwarts, the planet contains several people I hold lower than Dunkein."

He felt my cheeks raise in a smile. I placed my hand over his, and slid it over to my lips, kissing his palm lightly. I could feel the pace of his breathing alter.

"I do love you." I whispered.

Ominis pressed his forehead against mine. "Yes, making out with my mortal enemy is an excellent way to say 'I love you.'"

I lifted my head away with a wide smile on my face ready to teasingly push Ominis away. When I placed my hands on his shoulders, I heard him breath out the word 'don't,' as though he was afraid I would push him away forever. So instead I moved my arms forward until my hands linked behind his neck. My eyes closed as I saw him leaning towards me. Our lips met, tentatively, and I remembered that Duncan could not find my lips. Of course Ominis would know exactly where my lips fell on my face, there was no chance he would have missed.

This kiss was different from the one with Duncan. It was slow, steady. Every break was devastating, each nose rub a question asking to go forward. The slight moans were music to my ears. There was no comparison. Had Ominis and I kissed previously, there is no way Duncan could have fooled me. This kiss with Ominis felt like two souls reconnecting.

We pulled away after a few moments. Ominis put one hand on my cheek, the other on my shoulder. He started tapping his fingers against both. "Everything ok?" I asked.

"More than okay. It's just that, this is like a dream, so I needed to feel that it was real, that you are real, and that I am fully awake. I need the tangible touches." He kissed me quickly. "I love you."

"You can have all the tangible touches you could ever want." I kissed him again, and decided to never let go.

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