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𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 || 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

part one || part two: so many signs

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ When Miguel fell so hard for an anomaly that ended up being another one of his canon events; a soulmate. Only that it was late, very late.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ fluff, angst?, reader is a hot Hispanic sunshine, plot twist at the end, age gap? (How old is Miguel?, like 28, early 30's?, reader is like 20 not specified) I'm 19, so in my head reader is 20, fuck it <3.

𝐀𝐍_ hellooo, this is my Ist fic for this fandom, I've been trying to hide this crush for weeks, I can't anymore.

♪ ♫ 𝙏𝙝�� 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙎𝙏 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙈𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙈𝙤𝙟𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖.

<3,𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙭 (+fics)

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[11 months before the events of SPIDER-MAN: ATSV]…

Nothing is perfect; nothing can be that special. But somehow, you ended up being that, at least almost.

Because this is how everything starts; you were stressing out for college sophomore year finals when in the middle of your room, a portal opened and absorbed you.

Sounds incredibly ridiculous and cringe… Right?. Sorry, but it’s about to get worse.

The portal only left you there, hanging between random universes, and out of nowhere, a spider bit you. And seconds later, you were back at home stressing over the finals.

Yeah, you didn’t think it would be a problem, only that it increased your phobia of spiders. Later, you accepted that Los Angeles would have an arachnid vigilante.

Yeah, Los Angeles. No shit, you wouldn’t fly to save New York in your universe just to fit the stereotype. Besides, they already had one, the most significant and original anomaly, Miles Morales.

That’s for later, by the way.

You had your suspicions that the multiverse existed but no curiosity. You only cared about your sacred California and, to be more specific, your friends and family.

So it goes; you were a sparkly spider-girl with glitter webs and fantastic hair, saving people from the crime on Skid Row, abusive elites in Downtown, corruption in Glendale, and extortions from Santa Clarita.

Your family knew about it, and your friends too. They helped to pick out your surname; Aragmatica.

So you had everything; no pressure from being the spider-girl Aragmatica, wonderful friends, and family. A transcription remote job and a firm college pathway to be a writer and teacher.

Except for one thing; love.

You didn’t have anyone to hold, anyone who made you laugh like never. Someone who made you feel the scarlet blush and raced heartbeats.

Nah, fuck that. You don’t need a man.

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Warm day in Hollywood Hills, 12:00 pm.

Finally, your official transcript from that year was carefully sealed in an envelope. Summer break was yours, starting with a good ballet class.

Your spider senses weren’t fully developed because you never saw 4 pair of eyes watching you.

The class was fun, though. All the music was from the most famous plays, and having the opportunity to wear a tutu was always accepted.

You didn’t care coming out of the building wearing it after the friendly teacher gifted you the fluffy piece of clothing.

You also didn’t care to sing slightly aloud as you walked towards your car.

And that’s when 4 individuals interfered with your way; Peter B. Parker, Hobie Brown, and Gwen Stacy.

“Uh… nice cosplays. But the Comic-Con is more to the south. In San Diego…” They looked at each other. Only the older guy stepped further, laughing.

“Oh, you’re funny. There’s also one in my universe, but it’s celebrated in Coney Island and-“ only that Gwen pinched him. The older man frowned.

“She’s leaving, Peter,” Gwen said.

“Hey! Wait!” Peter stopped you from closing your car door, and you looked more confused than ever.

“Dude, back off. There’s a kid between us. You don’t want to do this…” Hobie giggled. He had remained leaning against a mailbox during the whole interaction.

“What? No-, I-. We need to talk to you… we’re also spider people” Rolling your eyes, you just rested your head on the steering wheel.

“Yeah, your suits are too good to cosplay. I like your pointe shoes though” Gwen blushed but said thank you for your flattery.

“I’m Peter Parker. The guy with the cool outfit that’s Hobie Brown. And the girl with the pointe shoes you liked is Gwen Stacy” They looked lovely. Hobie and Gwen, probably your age, but you were running late for dinner. You had to drop the transcript for validation in early registration for a master's program.

You didn’t have time for this Have you heard of the Avengers initiative? moment.

The best you could do was politely turn them down. But they were already inside your car.

“Hey!. Okay, if this is some spider intervention, I don’t have time to travel between universes and that stuff” Hobie started playing your radio. Again, you rolled your eyes.

“This is good music, girl. Nice…” he said, making you smile a little. He seemed nicer.

“Thanks, but…” Then Gwen interrupted you.

“You could be dangerous or cause a massive disaster for the canon. You are a rare case between spiders” For the first time, you were quiet. Maybe that omen was this, that not everything could be perfect.

“You felt it….” Peter said because your silence was loud enough to tell him.

“You knew about us then?”

“The multiverse and variations are not a thrill in this universe. I wasn’t expecting this on a random Friday afternoon,” you explained.

“Our boss wants to meet you. We need to know what type of anomaly you are” They all heard you sighing. You had too many questions but were tired, so you wouldn’t be annoying.

“Okay.” Peter shrugged in disbelief.

“That’s it?. No questions?” Gwen passed you a blue band, probably to travel between universes.

“She’s not energetic nor annoying. Miguel will like her,” Hobie stated, comfortable in the passenger seat.

“Just don’t smile too much, avoid questions, and you’ll be fine” Humming in agreement, you waited.

A portal of bright colors and blinding flashes appeared seconds later from your car's windshield. It was different from what you expected. In the movies looked easier.

“Okay, here we go…” Peter announced. And with fast blood pressure, you followed them.

The first thing you felt was the urge to complain on the ground. Laying on your stomach, with your hair in a now disheveled bun.

Everyone turned to look at you, finally noticing you were wearing a tutu and leotard in grey and black colors.

“Lost your hoodie?” Gwen asked, being the first to start giggling, followed by the others.

“Could any of you have alerted me to prepare for this type of landing?” You asked anyone in particular. Then you analyzed Gwen’s question.

“MY hoodie!. Damnit, it was new!” And that’s how you lost 75 dollars. But soon, you stopped thinking about the new tour merch you lost.

It was a bright earth, futuristic and agitated. And as soon as you entered the giant building, you noticed it was full of spider people.

From any size to any color, but… no one was similar to you. Well, you didn’t have a suit yet, but… you couldn’t feel a spider sense with anyone.

“Surprised?” Gwen asked, walking by your side.

“Well. I’d rather say disturbed,” she giggled.

“You’re unlike any spider I’ve met,” the blonde added.

“I can’t be special. I must be the most boring spider-girl….” Bored or not, you were missing dinner. Your family would be worried if you didn’t come back past midnight. Hopefully, your first interaction with another universe will be quick.

“That’s why you must be here…” said a new voice.

A pregnant spider-woman?. Could you feel any weirder?.

“Yeah…I’m y/n. No suit yet, but I have the name of Aragmatica” She nodded. Her yellow glasses were very cool, you liked her look in general.

“We know that. But let’s go. Miguel needs to see you….” and officially, that was the beginning of everything.

The HQ was futuristic, wide and full of people. Everything was so weird that edged being ridiculous. Until, the group of spiders lead you to a dark room. Full of technology and chemistry stuff.

For the first time, you felt a tingle when he finally faced you; Miguel O’Hara. And to be honest, his broad and tall figure intimidated you.

He said you were a bizarre anomaly. You were the only spider person who had been bitten between universes. Meaning that you were an accident, nobody was like you.

Unconsciously, your own canon was building up as every day passed. So your actions were vital for everyone.

He offered you a place in the group to keep order among universes. Suspicious, but seemed honest at the same time.

“I appreciate the offer, but I have a degree to finish. And I got enrolled for summer ballet classes….” you said, ambling towards the exit.

“No. You need to be a responsible spider girl and do what you’re expected to do,” the man said, intimidating you more as he towered you. Beside getting lost in his amazing hair, intriguing brown eyes and sharp jaw, your thoughts were running. Maybe you were being selfish. Most of the people in the room had lost a lot. You didn’t.

“You just said I’m an accident. There are no expectations from me. I can’t break canon. I’m making my own….” you dared to say, avoiding looking into his brown eyes.

“You want to find out?” a little closer, and you would touch his chest. Besides, the tingle was back. Miguel also felt it, but he called it on you being angered by this new phase you would enter.

You knew he was going to be hard to deal with. But deep inside, you liked the feeling he had planted on your stomach.

“No…” you admitted. Slightly afraid of losing what you had. He smiled but for less than a second.

“That’s what I thought” After that, it was history.

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Two months. And things were… okay.

You made a great friendship with Peter and Hobie. Something inside you was stopping you from trusting Gwen at all.

Then, Jessica was good but slightly challenging. Even Pavitr was good.

And then, it was Miguel.

Fucking Miguel O’Hara. He was dead serious every time. Still, you refused to show he could intimidate you.

Like right now, or… at that moment, whatever.

“He’s going to kill you…” Lyla whispered, moving in circles around you.

“He won’t if someone no va de chismosa,” she frowned.

“He’s going to kill us both, y/n,” she almost yelled. Following you to the briefing of a new case.

“He can’t kill you, Lyla. Be serious…” you stated, shrugging.

“I don’t want to know…”

“Me neither. So just shush….” The room was almost empty. Only Peter, Hobie, and Jessica were inside.

The sound of the door captured everyone’s attention. Miguel sighed. After that, he stopped talking.

“You’re late….” Of course, he would remark on your irresponsibility.

“Traffic on Venice. What can I say, handsome?” he rolled his eyes and indicated you sit down.

Earth-238, neon venom, evacuated civilians, blah blah blah. The mission would be easy, and you’d be leaving the room.

“not you, y/n….” Miguel’s voice caught you off guard. When you turned around, Lyla was still whispering to him.

“Bitch…” you whispered.

“Hey, I’ll wait for you,” Hobie said, indicating that he would wait outside the room.

You nodded at him, smiling as he left.

“Why did you send the evidence of last week’s mission to Jessica instead of me?” He asked, arms crossed.

“She’s also my boss,” you admitted, avoiding his judgemental brows and gaze.

“I’m in charge. She’s second in command. So?…” you pinched your nose, anxiety creeping over.

“I-…” It was useless; you had to be honest.

“Because uh-, I didn’t want you to see the anomaly recording” he was right. He knew you would be afraid of his reaction. Something inside switched to be softer.

“I almost killed that girl. It was an accident, but… I can’t control this new ability. And I want to do a good job” Your anxiety was evident. Miguel had to suppress a smile.

“You have a big responsibility on your shoulders. The power to retain or doom canon” a lecture was coming. And you wished he wore his mask because you could see his whole features. Making it prone to capture any negativity from him.

“And that’s why you must be on missions with me, not Jessica. I’m training you, not her” To be honest, you were surprised.

“You make me nervous all the time. I’m afraid I’ll make something stupid on any of these days, and you’ll send me home” He kind of chuckled, and it made you beyond surprised.

“I thought you were working on the English degree and summer ballet classes.”

“You remember it?” Could your heart beat any faster?. His eyes were deep-fixed on yours, and it was killing you in a good way.

“Madre mía, stop giving me that look. I’m gonna piss myself off from nervousness.”

“Don’t be that of a perfectionist. You’re doing good, kid” The pat on your shoulder made you explode.

Right there, you knew it was over. You had a crush on Miguel O’Hara.

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Was it possible to see everything in pink shades and heart sprinkles? That’s how you were looking at every universe. You were starting your lover era.

“PETER! PETER!” You yelled, running towards the man, heading out of the cafeteria. Most spider people on the headquarters looked at you, but you didn’t care.

“Woah, calm down, girl,” he said with a smile.

“I need to tell you something” he couldn’t describe your excitement but happily took your hand when you pushed him inside an empty conference room.

“I have a crush on Miguel,” you said with an evident blush.

“YOU WHAT?” He asked yelling.

“I know, I know. But… he’s so sweet to me. He said I shouldn’t be nervous about him and that I was doing good. He remembers my career and that I’m doing ballet classes. Oh, and today he opened the door for me TWICE!” You explain excited, pinching your suit, in pearl and iridescent tones with a sparkly spider resting on your chest.

“This is insane. Are you insane, y/n?. We’re talking about Miguel. Our grumpy and snarky boss that gets stressed over the tiniest detail and doesn’t know how to smile” You nodded, rolling your eyes.

“It’s not like he’s the love of my life or destiny, Peter. It’s just a crush….” you tried to convince yourself.

“No, no, no. I disapprove of this. Isn’t he a little older for you?” You sighed.

“Oh, c’mon. MJ is younger than you, Mr. No age gap”

“This is serious, y/n. I’ve known Miguel for a long time. You know what happened to him. I don’t think he’s emotionally ready for this” he was right. But you were confident that this crush wouldn’t be a big issue.

“I know. The least I want to do is hurt him. But once again, it’s just a crush, Peter,” you started coming out of the room. And, like a big coincidence, Miguel was walking through the hallway with Lyla talking to him.

“Hey, is it okay if I go to your office at lunchtime?” you asked the broad man once he was walking near you. He had his mask, that if you stared too long, it was a severe and scary gaze, but he nodded once. Neither you nor Peter noticed Miguel was actually looking at you. Causing him to feel a weird pricking.

“Sure,” with that, he left with the female IA giving you a bad look.

“What?” Peter asked in disbelief once again.

“See? Nothing to worry about, love,” you said,

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“Don’t be so late, mija. There’s no crime tonight for you to take that long,” your grandma told you from the kitchen. You entered the room being greeted by the smell of mole and ponche.

“With this food waiting for me. Yeah, sure, the city can rest a night without me, abuelita,” she giggled as you kissed her cheek.

“I’m just going for a stretch. And maybe a flan for dinner” Your favorite part of the day was starting. So happily, you left the house. AirPods on with your favorite music blasting through them, and it felt like heaven.

Swinging from palm to buildings and watching the crowds of the traffic of LA. Until you were in the Fashion District Downtown. You stopped at your favorite rooftop to see the last minutes of the West Coast sunset.

And it was beautiful. Orange, pink, yellow, purple, blue, and black. Like a firework evaporated in the sky.

The air feels perfect for taking a long breath, and you feel thankful for having a good day.

“Hey..” you nearly fell from the building, but a well-known bright red web caught you in time.

When you turned around, you had Miguel watching you.

“Miguel?. What are you doing here?” The surprise and shock were eating you alive. Maybe an emergency happened, or he exiled you from the Spider Society. Who knows?

“Just checking on you…” lately, he had been more close to you. Giving you a hand on missions, being willing to have more extended conversations, and softer pieces of advice.

“Why?” You ask, arching a brow.

“Last week, you were a little slow…” he hears you giggling, and as he walks closer, he sees you hanging your toes on the edge. He sees your hair freely fly as you laugh. Cute, he thinks.

“I was on my period. We’re good now…” he thanked, wearing the mask because his cheeks were burning.

“Don’t be silly, Miguel. It’s… normal,” you said after he stood there quietly.

“Come, seat with me…” he obeyed, establishing some distance with you, but not too much.

Then he removed his mask, and you confirmed that his hair always looked gorgeous.

“Your universe is interesting,” he said finally.

“We are very fixed; little surprises us. And capitalism is leading us to ruin, but yes... it's interesting” Miguel wasn’t expecting that answer but smiled. Only because you didn’t catch it.

“You are spending too much time with Hobie,” you laughed, nodding.

“Yeah, I’ll take that…” This time, you noticed his smile. And you wanted to keep the moment a little longer.

“Can we talk?”

“We are talking, y/n…” he let out a brief chuckle again.

“No, I know, but…I’m afraid. Of hurting someone in the process of creating a disaster with all of this being an anomaly” For weeks, you tried to avoid the thoughts of insecurity. But this was a good moment because Miguel had been training you, and he was the right and worst person to talk about this.

“And it frustrates me that I don’t understand at all what I am….” you said, covering your face, letting all the intrusive thoughts out. Because even on a good day, anxiety could sneak in.

“Being a spider person means being afraid of many things. Keep in mind that you’ll constantly worry, but it’s part of the job. You don’t sign for it; it just hits you” his words were profound. Enough to soothe some of your panics.

“I wish I could be straight to the point like you….” Miguel was urged to touch your hand or strands of hair that brushed his forearm. But he resisted, only looking at your profile.

“No. It’s good to be honest and worry too.”

“And you’re something bigger than an anomaly. You’re special” Maybe his tone made everything sound softer.

“Well, I don’t feel special,” you admitted. “I feel like an accident. Not meant to be here, but nothing else to do.”

“You don’t need to feel it. I just see it…” when you turned to look at him, it was his soft look that made you realize, you were falling in love with him.

As your smile grew, Miguel completely ignored any thought of fear. He was just feeling, letting his heart warm and reciprocate your smile.

“You have to come and have dinner with my family and me,” you blurted excitedly.

“No.”

“SI!.”

“Por Dios. No, y/n!” He said, rolling his eyes.

“They’re not annoying or nosy, I promise,” you pleaded. He knew there was no problem because they knew you were a spider girl and the Spider Society. But… Mexican families could be nosy when a girl arrived home with a man.

“Please, as a thank you for listening to my bullshit. Por favor, ándale. Di que sí…” he couldn’t say no. He didn’t want to reject you.

“Está bien, pues….”

He smiled again, watching you celebrate as you started balancing between buildings. Soon he followed you, happy to feel the way he was doing.

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The shock on everyone’s faces only increased the more you talked.

Pavitr, Gwen, Hobie, and Peter had their mouths open.

“And then, we went to get a flan for dinner. A kid asked for a selfie with us, and it was so silly,” you narrated.

“When we arrived home, he was so sweet. Only speaking Spanish, and he told mi abuelita I was doing great in job” Peter decided it was time to cover his mouth with one hand. Soon, everyone followed, keeping the shock.

“Dad was slightly judgmental but soon changed his mind because Miguel accepted a beer from him.”

“Oh, and we spent hours in my room” That was enough for Peter.

“WHAT?… EXCUSE ME?”

“NO, PETER!. Jesus… we spent hours in my room because I was explaining to him some of my analysis from literature classes” The color returned to his face. Nodded understanding, and everyone else laughed.

“I can’t believe this. I simply can’t…” Pavitr confessed. “Love can come in strange ways…”

“Who’s talking of love, Pavitr?” Hobie asked playfully.

“Well…” you whispered.

“What else?” Gwen almost jumped, needing to know more. You were starting to like her more.

Once again, both of you were back on a rooftop. It was almost 2:00am.

“I-, I liked this…” Miguel managed to say. Looking down at you, trying to regain his neutral and serious tone and look. But after spending hours with you, it seemed impossible.

“Me too. You were so sweet, and thank you for being so comprehensive” Your excitement didn’t match your words, not that Miguel cared. But he realized you had jumped and grabbed both of his hands. And before you pulled away, he was caressing your knuckles.

“It was nothing…”

“Are you coming tomorrow?” He asked.

“I think I stopped being a half-time employee some time ago…” he nodded, smiling.

“True.”

Hands were still holding. And none of you wanted to break the touch.

“Till tomorrow then….” you said, sad to break the touch but happy for everything that happened that night.

And with that, you saw Miguel opening a portal, and you left.

You accidentally dropped a notebook when you entered your room through the window. Cursing between whispers, you hoped you didn’t wake up your family.

“Te dió un beso?” your grandma asked, opening your room door. You smiled deeply.

“No. But we hold hands for a long time, abuelita.”

“Creo que lo amo….” you admitted, very afraid.

“I think he loves you too,” she said.

“NO - FUCKING - WAY!” Gwen yelled.

“Are you sure you weren’t dreaming of drunk?”

“No, Peter. I only drink in Mexico, and I had a dream of the last episode of The haunting of Hill House I watched” he snorted as if he had heard something incredible. Gwen couldn’t stop taking time to digest the information, Pavitr too, and Hobie was… being Hobie.

“Dude looks nice with her. I heard him laugh the other day,” Hobie stated.

“Me too. And he canceled a meeting to go and train her,” Pavitr added.

“He’s, like, the last person I imagined you would say you had a date with.”

“It wasn’t a date….” you said.

“IT WASN’T A DATE?. Girl, he had dinner with your family, listened to your boring old books for hours, and held your hands for… five or eight minutes?”

“Okay… maybe it unconsciously turned into a date.” They all nodded. Even Mayday seemed to nod.

“Oh, my god… Was it a date?”

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Peter sighed as he watched you laugh with Hobie.

“… y/n is very happy. Did you two have fun last night?” He asked Miguel once he entered his office.

“I’m not discussing this with you,” the broad man approached to say.

Peter loved you like a sister. He wanted you to be happy and safe.

He trusted Miguel after years of knowing each other. But he wasn’t sure if you two had a bright future.

“I don’t want to discuss this with you either.”

“So?”

“Look, she’s like Mayday’s aunt. I want her to be happy. And you too, man. But… I want you to think… Is it correct?” Miguel stopped looking at the screens.

“We can’t lose her. And I don’t want to see another era of pain and collapse” It hit him.

What was he thinking? Letting all of his feelings take over him. He couldn’t be in love; it wasn’t meant for him.

Your canon was unsure, delicate. And his… was doomed.

He imagined having to see you gone, and he wasn’t ready to find out.

He wasn’t ready to go through that pain again.

“Just think… because maybe it’s meant to be, but-“

“No. You’re right…” Miguel accepted.

Peter grew quiet.

“After y/n leaves tonight. Call the others, except Hobie…”

Miguel made a decision. Losing you was going to save both of you. Or so he thought.

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Weird.

The cafeteria was quiet.

Then a piece of your suit ripped off.

And spider-cat was absent!!!

Then, you didn’t see Miguel the day before. When you asked Lyla, she said he was swamped with his job, so you would not make him stressed. Plus, having some space after spending the night together would be great.

“Hey!” You called Hobie when he sat next to you on a bench. He was used to visiting you in your universe. He liked the food and how the people complained about something new daily.

“Something feels weird,” he blurted, tilting his head.

“RIGHT?. I thought I was the only one” he nodded and sighed. That was also weird; Hobie never hesitated to spit the words out.

“What?”

“Yesterday. After you left, Peter called everyone except for me. It seemed weird that just as you left, he called everyone to get a lecture from Miguel,” Another weird thing. Why you and Hobie would be excluded?

“Miguel stopped wasting his time with me, But a meeting without you?” Maybe it wasn’t anything. Perhaps a simple meeting. There had been some occasions where you had not been present.

“Do you wanna go and find why?” you asked playfully. He nodded with a gentle smile.

“Hell yeah…” Both of you left in seconds.

Spending time with Spider-punk was always fun. Hobie made you remember things like; fuck it, just do it.

And he liked spending time with you because of your honesty.

But for the first hour, you didn’t find anyone. Even when the headquarters of the Spider Society were big, you thought it would have been easier.

By the evening, you find yourself eating an empanada, thinking of Miguel. Accepting you started missing him.

“Guys!…” Gwen called you and Hobie. As she walked towards you two, Hobie said something quick.

“Don’t ask anything yet…” you nodded to him.

“We were busy getting scolded by Miguel. But there’s a new mission we need to go to. And he wants all, let’s go….” The punk man and you exchanged looks, not buying Gwen’s words.

You got too carried away, forming possible explanations for her weird behavior. Why you hadn’t seen your friends the day before?. And why you and Hobie were excluded from the last meeting?.

You didn’t even look at Pavitr taking Hobie away.

As soon as you entered the room, Jessica, Peter, and Miguel were inside.

“Where’s Hobie?” He asked.

“He was right here…” Gwen mumbled, looking around, making Miguel sigh tired.

He didn't look at you for the first minutes of the debriefing. The more he ignored your presence, the more your questions emerged.

“Everyone get ready… except for y/n,” he announced with his neutral and cold face.

“Why?”

“You’re going home.”

“WHAT?” you screamed.

At the end of the day, Miguel wasn’t ready for this. But he was doing his best, even if it meant lying to you.

“Your canon is changing, constantly glitching. We can’t risk anything happening. I’m sending you home…” he explained like nothing.

“No, please. You have to stop seeing me as a danger. Look at me as your talisman, like a ghost in the multiverses. If it was something bad, it would’ve happened already” he kept looking straight at the doors, not even moving.

It hurt you that he was still unsure of you, especially after everything he said in your home.

“It’s for the best.”

“Can we talk… In private?” You whispered, taking his forearm. He slowly moved away, making you feel the pain grow.

“There’s nothing to talk about”

“Oh really?. I think we do. What about the other day?”

“It was. All this time, it was. It wasn’t a coincidence that you appeared after someone tried opening portals in your earth,” you gasped in shock.

“I did it for the Spider Society. I needed to know you were not a threat.”

“You said I was special…” he managed to hear you whisper. And it was tearing him.

“You are. But a potential danger too. Which is why I’m sending you home…” you shake your head, fighting the tears rapidly forming in your eyes.

“All of you knew about this?” You asked, looking at Peter, Gwen, and Jessica.

The pregnant woman bowed her head while Gwen looked like she wanted to say something but couldn’t.

“We do this because we care for and want to protect you…”

“Really? This is not what friends do. All you do is lie and lie to me!” you said with a broken voice.

“I’m sorry,” Miguel admitted looking down.

“GOD, STOP LYING” you yelled.

“Tell me I meant nothing to you. Or admit you might be scared of the possibility of falling in love with me….”

“You meant nothing to me. It was all a lie” he broke you. You swore you heard your heart decreasing its heartbeats.

“For one minute, I thought you… loved me back” As he stood there quietly, you started crying.

To everyone’s shock, it was the first time they saw you crying. Gwen tried to reach you, but you stepped back, moving away from all of them.

At the same time, Pavitr and Hobie entered the room.

“Something weird happened. You might want to see this, boss,” Pavitr announced.

“It was dope….” Hobie admitted leaning on the door frame. But stood quiet after watching you crying.

The moment turned uneasy, debating whether to go or stay with you.

“Please, let’s go, and then we’ll talk with tranquility about this,” Peter told you. Giving a look that he wasn’t happy with seeing you cry.

Slowly, you followed them. Ignoring Miguel’s look.

Then you thought, What was the point of following them? If they would send you home after that?.

Anger wasn’t a good feeling, but it was blinding you. All the fantastic facade they sold you of good friends. The months Miguel lied to you. He could have done it differently. But he even dared to agree to have dinner with your family.

He held your hands and made you believe there was a chance.

So you stopped following them and turned to the lower plant of the building.

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Your web was tiny, like a baby’s. It glitched a lot, but when Miguel entered with the others, he noticed the glitch was even more aggressive than ever.

There were only two canon moments; you getting bit and joining the Spider Society. But a new one was forming. And from the shiny dot, a new line grew.

“What the hell?” Peter asked in disbelief.

The line started moving until it was connected to another: Miguel’s.

And from that connection, a new canon event was officially established.

You and Miguel were together. Dramatically holding hands and facing each other.

“Holy sh-” Gwen almost said but couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Does this mean…” Jessica started.

“She’s part of your canon,” Peter confirmed.

Miguel was in shock; his eyes remained on what the model displayed. You were really meant for him. He hadn’t need to worry about it ending in disaster. Still, it didn’t soothe him.

“Uh-boss? Our pretty little y/n started a countdown to return home and temporarily block the entrance to her earth,” Lyla announced, appearing beside Miguel. He turned to look at her, worried.

“What?”

“I tried stopping her, but I believe she’s growing her cosmic powers?” the day couldn’t get more complicated for Spider-Man 2099.

“Cosmic powers?” Peter asked, running when Miguel started heading towards the exit.

Lyla, crossed her arms looking at everyone starting running. She couldn’t admit it to anyone. That if your issue wasn’t fixed, something darker could happen. The AI couldn’t throw salt in Miguel’s wound.

“Jessica, send help. Lyla, stop her,” he demanded. Jessica nodded, and Lyla disappeared.

“There’s no spider with cosmic powers. But y/n was a bit between universes. So maybe she has some of them or….”

“Peter shut up!. I just can’t lose her!” If you were Miguel’s destiny, he would do things right. And he regretted setting up all of the secret meetings and lies.

He rushed to get to you faster than anyone. He wasn’t even sure the blocking earth thing worked.

Maybe he was exaggerating, but he was willing to set the alarms so everyone would try to stop him.

If he had waited a day, none of this would’ve happened. But he had understood once that things happened for a reason; canon.

So as fast as he was running, something inside told him it was already late.

Peter and Gwen followed close to him, ready to find you prepared to leave.

The panic finally settled when they entered the dark room, and you were already behind the colorful barrier.

“NO!. Please, y/n” You turned to hear Miguel’s voice calling you.

Your look was empty, but the anger was there. He kept calling for you, but you didn’t say a word.

All of you wanted was to leave. Sleep and forget you were a spider girl. Ease the pain of your broken heart. And accept that no matter if you were the only variant of yourself in all the universes, you were meant to end up without love.

Because when he had you face to face, you were gone.

Confused, you appeared on a random street in Downtown LA. Your suit was ripped, your hair was a mess, and the tears didn’t seem to stop. A wave of cold air hit you, making you shiver and hug yourself.

Feeling broken and in shock, you found yourself stepping on a broken glass bottle. Your left foot instantly started bleeding, making you fall to your knees.

That’s when you no longer held the tears; you just let all the sobs take over.

You shouldn’t have accepted to join the Spider Society; you shouldn’t have pushed your crush for Miguel.

I hate this. I hate this. God, I hate this…

With no more strength, you stood up. And tottering, you started walking towards home.

It was okay; it would be okay.

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Cringe in general? Maybe… part two?

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara angst #spiderman 2099 #atsv #peter b parker #miguel o’hara imagine #accross the spiderverse #miguel o’hara

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knoxic · 5 months

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A kiss may ruin a human life.

Oscar Wilde

-Masterlist- part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

wc: 3k

warnings: usual cm things? angst, Aaron being horny again but I doubt that's an issue

a/n: I actually wrote smut in this part but it got so big I had to cut off lmao

Time passed strangely.

The car ride to the station was weird and silent, the elevator was too small, a couple officers looked at you weirdly but you never felt more relieved to be in a police station as you were now. Missing person records were scattered all over the place, set up specifically for your team, the door to the room the BAU had been using was left open, the round table in the middle was surrounded by maps and pictures of possible suspects.

"Oh, hello!" so focused on getting away from Aaron you had failed to realize Derek was watching you since you stepped out of the elevator, "What took you so long, honey?"

"Look who's talking, you are always at least 10 minutes late."

"That's because I got things to do" he smirked and even dared a wink "But you... Are always on time, I got curious that's all."

Opting to answer with a slight slap on his muscled arm, you left him and went to search for some coffee, the constant change in emotions left you dizzy with a foggy brain, your stomach grumbling did not help.

The embarrassing noise it made reminding you that those peanuts you ate for dinner are not actually meant to fill your stomach. Coffee was already being brewed despite not having many officers working this late, you supposed it was probably one of your teammates. There were some packages of food next to an old box of pizza and some napkins, nasty.

A sudden husky voice from the entrance door echoed inside the small room, the speed in which you lifted your head made your tense neck hurt.

"JJ is getting us something to eat, well, something better than..." with 'better' he meant healthier, there was barely any food in there and the only things that were edible did not really seem edible. With a hand gesture he pointed to the package in your hand, to be honest you had picked it up just to try and figure out what it was, not exactly meaning to eat it.

"Good, she always knows what we want." throwing the package back to where it sat before, you leaned on the counter trying to look unaffected, over the years you had mastered the art of having no facial expression, yet, you couldn't hide from the person standing in front of you.

...

He noticed the way you stepped out of the elevator, your head being held high even if your mind seemed to be elsewhere, the minute you two spent side by side in that tiny space seemed to have made your confidence slip. Heading to the meeting room to see Dave he walked past you and Morgan talking, he couldn't hear what was said before but the smirk on Derek's face told him enough-

"That's because I got things to do." spoke that teasing voice he was so familiarized with, making him stop, "But you... Are always on time, I got curious that's all." turning back, he saw the way you glared at the guy, tired and unfocused but with a hint of the flame that always showed when you were being teased, your mouth opened and closed but no words came out, your hand raising slowly to give the man's arm a weak slap, making your way around Derek your feet dragged you towards the kitchen.

His heart felt lighter and his lungs could finally take a deep breath. He knew the relationship you maintained with the team was at maximum, friendship. You were strictly professional and barely ever laughed at the dumb jokes and acts Derek and Emily pulled, holding back your own dumb remarks for an off work time, he had caught a glimpse of it once. At the time he wasn't aware how deep in he was for you so it didn't really affect him the way you threw you body at Emily from laughing too hard, or the way Derek always kept his hands on you, a simple trick to make people think you were unavailable and to keep creepy men away from you, he used that with Garcia too. Unfortunately for Aaron, it worked so well that it even kept himself away from you.

Following you was a decision his heart made and his mind didn't argue with. After what happened tonight he could use some caffeine to keep himself sane, the words you two exchanged seemed to have been said yesterday and not 45 minutes ago.

His phone, which he had found strangely under his go bag, now tucked into his left pocket buzzed twice, the walk to the kitchen was rather small so he stopped to check the messages. Both of them being from JJ and he could already guess what they said.

"Hotch!"

'Don't let anyone eat yet, I'll get us something.' paired with a winking emoji. Good, he didn't think anyone would eat the food here anyway.

He was wrong.

Seeing you with a 'snack' on your hand made his eyebrows go up and the sides of his mouth pull down, you wouldn't... "JJ is getting us something to eat, well, something better than..." his mouth worked fast, you hadn't acknowledged his presence, the slip on your expression when you looked up made him cringe at himself, you looked frightened before staring at him like a blank wall.

He heard your voice and saw your mouth moving but paid no attention to what was being said. He was focused on the way your body leaned on the counter and the way you tried so hard to keep a straight face.

Not knowing what he was supposed to say, he only nodded and walked over to the coffee machine right beside you. Grabbing two cups and filling them without saying anything, you kept watching him, he was close enough that his arm brushed yours a couple times.

"Did you talk to Rossi yet?" your voice was almost a whisper.

"No, not yet." he pushed one of the cups in your direction before mirroring your position against the counter. "Did Derek say anything?" he couldn't stop himself from asking.

"About the case?" he nodded. "No."

"What did he say then?" Oh my god, Aaron.

You laughed, a sarcastic laugh with no actual humor behind.

"Why would I tell you?" you grabbed the cup and left the kitchen.

...

"We thought he was only taking girls, right? But we were wrong, I asked Garcia to take a look at other bodies found in the area because I was sure I had seen something similar. Two young boys were taken a few weeks ago, few days in between and were found dead after three days too. I had seen their pictures and something clicked. The unsub has a type! People who look innocent and small, in general someone who look defenseless you know?" He took some time to place all of the victims pictures on the table.

"We profiled that he was impulsive," his messy hair and fumbling fingers made him look like a crazy magician. "But actually, he's extremely cautious and calculated." his rambling went on for what felt like hours.

"Reid!"

"Sorry, Hotch!" he took a deep breath, "What I'm trying to say is, he's smart. He plans everything twice before acting. He chooses the victims based on their relationship with their partners, all of them had abusive boyfriends, one of the boys was married to a woman twenty years older than him, not that age means anything! But they apparently started dating when he had just turned eighteen..."

"How did we not see that they were all in a abusive relationship?" Emily sounded surprised because normally, relationships is one of the first things to be checked.

"We did." Aaron sighed. "But toxic relationships are unfortunately common enough that we just... ignored it."

"So, what do we do now?" you asked. On the way to the police station you were excited to hear what Spence had figured out, now feeling what was about to come did not ease your anxiety.

"I think some of us are going to have a date tomorrow" damn Dave and his teasing.

"Fortunately not me." Emily said while raising both hands, "I flirted with a psycho last time, I deserve a little break."

"All of them had dark hair..." You could see how JJ was relieved, she was almost always pretty much like the victims, blonde and innocent looking.

"I am too old."

"Oh, now you think you're old?"

"Don't push it, Emily." Dave rolled his eyes before turning to you. "I think you should go, you look innocent and young, dark haired and small."

"Ok, I'll go. Who am I dating?"

"I could go." bless Emily.

"I thought you were taking a break? I'll go, I'm strong and intimidating." Derek ignored her.

"Yeah I think you'd be good at it, considering you basically gaslight all your girlfriends into breaking up with you." Emily laughed.

Aaron was strangely quiet. after you walked into the room and stood behind a chair, he had taken a place right beside you. If you didn't profile people for a living, you'd think nothing of it, but you knew he did it for a deeper reason. Everybody knew you two were sharing a room, and everyone had the tendency to stand close to whoever they roomed with, you two were no different. If he chose a place far away from you like he wanted to, it would be too obvious something had happened.

"I think it's funny how none of us considered Reid." You said. "Maybe we could ask that rookie to help?" you could hear a sigh coming from your side right after the words left your mouth.

"He almost cried when Dave gave him a lesson on how to handle the victims parents, you think he can play your toxic boyfriend?" His voice was slightly raised and the word 'boyfriend' had a mocking tone. From where you were looking at him you could also see Emily and JJ exchanging a look. "I'll do it." Nobody questioned him.

The next couple hours were spent planning and then you two were being sent back to the hotel. In a few hours, after the sun came up, you would probably be going out to pick some clothes, and after that you'd be rehearsing your role. While Aaron would be acting like a complete asshole, you couldn't help but feel some butterflies in your stomach. Fake dating Aaron Hotchner was the closest you'd be to the real thing and if it wasn't for a mission, you would certainly be making the most of it.

When you got inside the room the first thing you did was take your sneakers off and find the shorts you were wearing earlier, going straight to the bathroom to change. You brushed your teeth again and went back intending to ignore Aaron, unfortunately for you, he was sitting on your bed facing the bathroom.

"Can we talk?"

"Now you want to talk? Now?" You weren't yelling, yet.

"Listen, tomorrow it's going to be just me and you alone, I thought it would be best if we talk now."

"I actually think the opposite." you walked to your bed and threw your clothes above your bag, there'll be time to fold it later. "You are going to act like an asshole anyway so if we just continue like this you won't have to pretend." you were now facing him from the end of the bed, he was still in the same position but his neck was bent in a weird way to look at you.

"What do you mean I won't have to pretend?" he raised his voice and turned a leg to rest above the bed. "You actually think I would be like all those fucking idiots?"

"No, I'm just saying it would be easier to not have to pretend this fucking awkward thing between us." if he was raising his voice then you could too, and you did.

"How do you expect me to treat you poorly when I know we're already on bad terms?"

"Aaron, you already did treat me poorly, and in front of everyone! You doubted my profile skills, you questioned my methods in front of other officers, you brushed off my theories so many times even when everyone believed them... You have been toxic, playing a toxic boyfriend won't be so hard for you."

He didn't know you felt that way, he always thought so highly of you that sometimes he felt like he needed to brush a few things off. He got lost.

"I didn't know you felt that way."

"Why would you?" he didn't answer. "You realize the BAU is not a normal unit right?" Now he looked like he was expecting you to finish talking, "Normally, we do have to trust each other and have a certain connection, but we don't always get treated like family. Sometimes we don't even like some coworkers, for a couple units I've been in we didn't even talk outside work. The BAU makes you feel special, like you actually add something to the team that no one else has. You are a big part of the team, and a big part of why I felt special... but for a while now you make me feel like I'm fucking dumb and useless."

From and outsiders perspective, you two looked broken.

"I am so sorry you felt that way."

There wasn't any answer from you, your arms were crossed tightly over your chest. Your eyes weren't meeting his but from what he could see they were teary too.

"I always trusted you, to the point where Dave asked if I was giving you special treatment on purpose. I wasn't. You have always been a good agent and an even better profiler. Your work is impeccable but as a unit chief I couldn't give you the treatment I would like to give. At some point I got scared that I would slip and compliment you too much, when we first started interacting outside work I noticed how much I actually liked you as a friend, and I had to put a stop to it before it got too far. Except I was late and went too far, I liked you too much already and I didn't know how to stop being so nice to you so I just started pushing you away. So many stories from Derek breaking up with his girlfriends gave me an idea and I hated having to do that, always hated hearing him tell me how he manipulated them just so he wouldn't be the bad boyfriend, but it worked. I see now I should've never done that and I am so sorry I made you feel the way you felt."

"Feel."

"Sorry?"

"Feel. You said felt but I still feel."

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, thanks."

There was this weird silence in the room, not as weird as the other ones were but still uncomfortable.

"This is probably not the best time to say this but-"

"Oh my god! What are you doing? We finally communicated!" you groaned while dropping your head into your hands.

"-I think I'm in love with you..."

"What the hell happened with 'not sure we should act on it' bullshit you pulled out earlier?" you were sure you two would've woken the people sleeping on the rooms close to yours, thankfully they were all too busy working in a police department now.

"We acted on it anyway! We're not fucking but we acted like a married couple fighting today!" and the 'not fucking' part also contributes. He stood up but didn't get any closer to you.

"And whose fault is that?"

"What? What did I do?"

"Aaron, what the fuck? First you told me you liked me and then you just brushed me off when I said I liked you back. You didn't let me leave the room and pulled a move like I was a teenager and you were the parent taking my phone off, then later you just pretended nothing happened but looked so fucking jealous that I talked to Derek."

"Okay, it's my fault! I'm sorry, but I already told you, I like you and Derek is a fucking threat to anyone!"

"I told you I like you back, you idiot! Derek is not a threat for you!"

"What did you call me?"

"Idiot. Is that the only thing you paid attention to?"

"No..."

Oh my god...

"Are you-" no way.

"Yeah..." he whispered.

"You liked being called idiot?"

He was hard. His left hand making a move to adjust his pants, a tent making itself bigger. He looked embarrassed, his cheeks were getting red and he couldn't look you in the eye.

"No, I like you."

"You can't just do this, you know?" your head was pounding and you raised a hand to apply pressure with your thumb and index finger to both sides of it. In merely a few hours you had gone through so many emotions and now you could even feel a certain warmth on your lower belly. "You make me confused."

"I am sorry and I want to fix it." he was stepping closer to you now, "Please, let me?"

"I'm not confused in a sexual way, I find you extremely hot and all that. I'm confused in a way that I need you to explain your actions and feelings because I feel like there's more to it than you told me." your eyes were still closed and you only opened them when you felt his hands touching both of your arms.

"I will, I promise. But I can't handle this anymore."

"Aaron..."

His toes were touching yours from how close he had gotten, his hands kept moving up and down your arms, occasionally squeezing your flesh. He was so close, his touches warmed up your skin, his ragged breath fanned your face. You couldn't, you shouldn't... But he was so tempting and you were tired of holding back.

Taglist: @mrs-ssa-hotch @emobabeyy

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine

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morgana-larkin · 6 days

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First off I LOVEEEE YOUR WRITING

Second off I have an angst request! I don’t know the specifics but it can be based off of one step forward and two steps back by Olivia Rodrigo!! And like Mel is not appreciative of the reader until the reader leaves her to focus on her mental!!

Thank you for loving my writing! ❤️ So I’ll be honest and I got a writer’s block while writing this. I got inspiration randomly but it came and went. I did listen to the song a bit on repeat along with her songs ‘good 4 u’ and ‘get him back’ , hope it’s not terrible. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I’m almost done the next chapter of ‘Worth It’. I am busy over the weekend so I won’t get a lot of writing done but I’ll try and get at least the next chapter out.

Doubt

Warnings: bit of toxic Mel at the beginning, angst, fluff, dancing

Words: 5k

You called Melissa on the phone, knowing she should be home by now from work. She picks up the phone on the second ring.

“Hey y/n.”

“Hi Melissa, how was work?”

“It was fine.” Is all she said, she never bothers to ask it back but you always tell her anyway.

“Alright, I had a pretty ok day.”

“Did you call to rub it in my face that you had a better day?” She says and you don’t know where that came from but you don’t point it out.

“No, just called to talk to you. Want me to come over to help cheer you up?”

“Sure.” Melissa says and you hang up after telling her that you’re on your way.

You arrive and knock on the door. Melissa answers it and lets you in right away. She pushes you up against the door and makes out with you for a few minutes. After she strips you both of your clothing when you reach her bed. She pounds all her frustration into you with the dildo you. You come 3 times before she comes herself.

“Feel better?” You ask her and she nods.

“Ya, thanks.” She tells you.

“Of course.” You tell her.

After a couple hours, you go home. You sometimes feel a bit like Melissa treats you like a casual sex partner. You love her and you’ve told her a few times but she’s never said it back before. You two have been going out for about 4 months now, and you were happy at first but now it’s starting to weigh you down. This time you don’t tell her you love her before you get in the car, you just get in your car and drive away.

You send her a good morning text like you do every morning but you don’t receive anything back. It’s always a gamble if you receive a text back or not.

You go to see her that afternoon after you’re both done work but this time she doesn’t let you in.

“What are you doing here?” She asks you.

“I wanted to see you so I came over to see you.” You tell her.

“I didn’t tell you that you could.” She tells you and your face drops.

“Oh, sorry to bother you.” You tell her and you turn around and leave. She shuts the door before you get to your car. You send her a good morning text every morning this week but she doesn’t reply. You send her one on Saturday morning and you tell yourself if she doesn’t reply then you’ll leave her. She isn’t acting like a loving partner, she hasn’t even said it back, maybe it’s because she doesn’t love you. Maybe she does see you as more of a casual sex partner.

She doesn’t reply to your text so you go to see her that night. You pull up to her driveway and knock on the door. She answers and she’s wondering why you’re there.

“Y/n why are you here again?” She says to you.

“I’ll be quick.” You tell her and she looks confused. “Melissa, I don’t know what kind of thing this is between us but it’s not what I thought it would be.” You start and she still looks at you confused. “I thought it would be a loving relationship but it seems that you just see me as a casual sex partner. And that’s not what I want with you. So I’m ending it with you.” You tell her and she looks at you shocked. Before she says anything, you bolt out of there.

Melissa stands there shocked for a couple minutes. She then carefully closes her front door and leans against it and takes a deep breath.

*rewind to the phone call. Melissa’s side*

She sees you calling and takes a deep breath, she’s had a shit day and doesn’t want to get angry at you. She still picks up though.

“Hey y/n.” She says, trying to remain casual.

“Hi Melissa, how was work?” You tell her a bit cheerfully.

“It was fine.” She doesn’t ask you about yours. She wants to distance herself from you. She’s developing big feelings for you and she doesn’t know what to do with it. You’re so young and beautiful, she doesn’t know why you’re still with her.

“Alright, I had a pretty ok day.” You tell her and a bit of anger escapes her.

“Did you call to rub it in my face that you had a better day than me?” She asks you and then mentally facepalms.

“No, just called to talk to you.” You tell her and she thinks you’re too good for her. “Want me to come over to help cheer you up?” You offer her and she knows she should say no.

“Sure.” She lets slip out and she facepalms, she’s supposed to be distancing herself, not letting you come over. You happily tell her you’re on your way and then hang up.

When you come over she pushes you against the door. She missed you and to throw her shit day into the mix, she has your clothes off quickly. It isn’t much longer until she’s pounding the dildo into you, letting her anger, frustration and love into it. You go home after a little bit and she watches you walk away and she looks down. She slowly closes the door and leans against it. She hears you turn your car on and pull away. She lets out a deep breath and a tear slips down her cheek.

She gets a good morning text from you the next morning and she groans. She gets one from you every morning and it’s so sweet and she curses at herself every morning. Why did the universe have to send her someone so young that she definitely doesn’t deserve. She doesn’t reply to you, and it hurts her every time. She knows she should break up with you instead of treating you like this, but she doesn’t have the heart to let you go.

You came over to see her the following day and she sends you away, she’s still mad at herself for letting you over yesterday. She doesn’t want to mess with your head but she can’t help it sometimes. She’s only human and she misses you and in those vulnerable times, it slips through.

She gets a text from you the rest of the week, even on Saturday.

She knows on Saturday that she should be planning dates with you like you guys used to do but she doesn’t. She spends the day by herself and thinking about you throughout most of the day. That night she hears a knock on her door and she goes to answer it. She didn’t expect to see you there when she answers it. Inside, she’s excited to see you again. On the outside, she’s neutral about it.

“Y/n why are you here again?” She tells you and it breaks her a bit to say that.

“I’ll be quick.” You tell her and she’s confused but lets you continue. “Melissa, I don’t know what kind of thing this is between us but it’s not what I thought it would be.” You continue and she has a feeling she knows where this is going and lets you continue. “I thought it would be a loving relationship but it seems that you just see me as a casual sex partner. And that’s not what I want with you. So I’m ending it with you.” You tell her and even if she was expecting this, it still hurts her and she’s shocked.

A million things run through her mind, what should she say? Should she try and make it up to you and get you back? Should she let you go? Before she makes up her mind, you bolt out of there and drive away. She stands there looking at where you were just standing and she’s defeated. She then carefully closes her front door and leans against it and takes a deep breath. She slides down the door to the ground. She turns to her side against it and leans her head against the door “I love you too y/n.” She says to the air and cries.

The next day she’s curled on the couch and stares at her phone, debating if she should text or call you or to let you live your life without her. After all, isn’t this what she wanted? For you to leave her so you can live your life? It is what she wanted, she reminds herself, it still hurts though.

You got home after ending it with Melissa and cry when you get home. You had to do it, she was messing with your head and you have to protect your mental health. The next day you spend all day thinking about her. The first 2 months was great, then you told her you love her and that’s when things started to change. When she started to change.

You did nothing on Sunday, then you went to work on Monday. You walked in the building and went to your desk. A couple hours later you hear a knock on your door and you look up. You see Janine there with a smile.

“What’s up Janine?” You ask her.

“Well I wanted to run something by you before I go to the meeting and bring it up with everyone else.” She tells you and you let her sit and go through it with you.

You and Janine became quick friends at the district. You went with Janine to go to Abbott quite a few times and that’s how you met Melissa. No one knew about your relationship with her. Melissa preferred to keep it a secret and you went along with it cause most relationships with people are a secret at first until it becomes official. But then Melissa wanted to keep it secret and you knew she preferred to keep her personal life private.

Janine runs by what she wanted to bring up to everyone else. You gave her a couple tips about it and told her that it’s great.

On Monday the next week, Janine knocks on your door again.

“Hey Janine.”

“Hey y/n, so they want us to go to Abbott and keep an eye on the librarian program for a few days.” She tells you and you pale. Abbott. Where Melissa is.

“Starting when?” You ask her.

“Um like right now.” She tells you and you sigh.

“Ok let me finish this up, and we can go. It shouldn’t take me more than 15 minutes.” You tell her and she nods and goes.

The two of you arrive at Abbott 45 minutes later. You walk in through the front door and a few memories come back. They used to be happy memories but now they just bring you down.

You check in at the front desk and you make it to the library for the meeting during lunch to introduce the librarian. You walk in with Janine and all eyes go on the both of you. Janine takes centre stage and you see everyone look at her. You take notes about what’s talked about and you can’t help but feel a pair of eyes on you the entire time. You look up and don’t see anyone staring at you but that feeling doesn’t go away the whole time. You see Melissa there next to Barb but she seems neutral like always.

“Y/n and I will oversee the librarian program for the entire week. If you have any questions, complaints or concerns about it then come to one of us.” Janine says then all the teachers are dismissed.

*Melissa*

Melissa was sitting in the library next to Barb, waiting for the meeting to start. She sees Janine walk in and then she sees you and she freezes. She didn’t expect to see you so soon but the district usually sent you with Janine to oversee changes at Abbott.

She tries to look away to focus on what Janine was saying the entire time but all she can focus on is you. She sees you go to look up and she focuses her attention on Janine before you can see her staring at you. She keeps doing that until Janine finishes.

“Y/n and I will oversee the librarian program for the entire week. If you have any questions, complaints or concerns about it then come to one of us.” Janine finishes and her breath hitches, you’ll be here for the entire week?

Melissa got pulled out of her inner crisis by her best friend calling her name. “Melissa, Melissa?” Barb said and Melissa looked at her.

“What?”

“Well y/n is here, don’t you want to go say hi your friend?” Barb said and Melissa shook her head.

“No, she’s busy overseeing the librarian program.”

“Well I’m sure she can take 10 seconds to say hello to you.”

“Just drop it Barb.” Melissa told her as she grabbed her purse and walked out. Barb could tell something has been off with Melissa for a week, she’s been in a sour mood. Barb is still happy to see you so she decided to go say hi to you by herself.

“Hi y/n.” Barb told you and you looked up from your notes.

“Hi Barb, how have you been?” You asked her.

“Oh I’m good. Can’t say the same for Melissa though.” She said and you raised an eyebrow in question. “She’s been in a sour mood for a week.” She told you. “She would have said hi to you if she wasn’t in a mood.” She told you.

“Oh well that’s alright, I wonder what happened.” You told her.

“I’m not sure. She won’t tell me.” Barb said and then she got an idea. She saw how Melissa looks at you and she might tell you. “Maybe you could ask her if you get a minute.” Barb said and you looked at her confused.

“If she doesn’t want to tell you then I highly doubt she’ll tell me.” You state. “I mean she tells you everything.”

“She tells me mostly everything. There’s still some things she keeps to herself. But how have you been dear?”

“Been better, I was seeing someone but I ended it recently.” You told her.

“Oh I’m sorry sweetheart. Since you’ll be here all week then maybe you can sit with Melissa and I at lunch again.” She tells you and you bite your lip.

“I don’t know how busy I’ll be but I’ll keep that in mind, thank you.” You tell her and she nods her head and leaves the library.

Oh y/n.” Janine says and comes up to you. “Would you mind handing these reviews out to the the teachers on the first floor and I’ll do the second floor.” She says and hands you a stack of papers. “And feel free to talk to any teachers, we don’t have much else to do the rest of the day.” She adds and leaves the library. As soon as she leaves it hits you, Melissa is a teacher on the first floor. You leave the library and get started, you decide to just get it over with, with Melissa.

You walk to her classroom and knock on the door. “Come in.” You hear her say, you take a deep breath, open the door and walk in. Melissa looks up at who entered and did a double take.

“I came to drop this off, I’m tasked to hand it out to all the first floor teachers.” You tell her and hand a piece of paper to her. “Just fill it out and hand it back to me or Janine at the end of the week.” You say and turn to leave.

“Wait.” She says and you turn back around. “How-how have you been?” She asks and you’re taken back.

“You should have asked that when we were together.” You tell her and she looks down.

“There’s a lot of things I should have done.” She mutters but you hear her.

“There’s something I don’t understand though.” You tell her and she looks up at you. “It was fine in the beginning, but then the last 2 months, something changed. What happened?” You asked her.

“Nothing really happened, just stopped working.” She says to you and you push.

“I know when you’re lying.” You tell her. “What happened?” You asked again and she went back to the papers on her desk. “Was I not pretty enough?” You ask and she snaps her head at you.

“That’s not it at all.” She tells you.

“Was I not enough for you?” You ask her.

“That's not it either.”

“Then please tell me. I’ve gone through all of the possible reasons in my head and I can’t figure it out.” You plead and she looks absolutely defeated.

“I can’t tell you.” She says and you sigh.

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t.” She says and you go to say something but she cuts you off. “Thank you for the paper, I’ll fill it out by the end of the week.” She tells you and you sigh.

“Fine then. Don’t know why I expected an answer. Never got any when we were together.” You tell her and she snaps her head at you again. You go to walk out but then turn around with another question. “Can you at least answer me this. Did you even love me?” You ask her and her eyes widen.

“Why do you want to know?” She asks.

“Because I want to know. You never said it back but I want to know if you did.” You tell her and she regrets the next words out of her mouth.

“You have your answer. There’s a reason I never said it back.” She tells you and sees the hurt on your face. She really wants to comfort you but knows she can’t.

“You should have just broken up with me, instead of just dragging me along and using me.” You tell her and turn around and walk out. You close the door and take a deep breath and continue your work. Unknown to you, Barb heard most of that conversation as she was walking along and hid in the classroom next door and Melissa’s door was open. You continue handing out the papers to the teachers and Barb goes to see Melissa.

“You and y/n went out?” Barb asks Melissa as soon as she enters her classroom without even knocking.

“What?” Melissa asks with a sniffle.

“You and y/n dated. But it ended a week ago, didn’t it?” Barb asks and Melissa nods. “What happened?”

Melissa goes on to tell her everything that happened, holding nothing back.

“Oh Melissa, you should have not let those doubts and thoughts take over. She made you happy.” Barb says and Melissa sighs.

“She did ya. I didn’t have the heart to break up with her so I pushed her to break up with me.” Melissa says. “I miss her so much.” Melissa says and begins to cry and Barb comforts her friend.

The next day you walk in and you went to go ask Gregory a question but before you knock, you overhear a conversation between Melissa and Barb in Melissa’s classroom, the door slightly open.

Curiosity getting the best of you, you walk over to hear their conversation better.

“Melissa, you should tell her the real reason the relationship ended.” Barb says to her.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because then you two would actually talk, and besides, y/n deserves to know the truth.” Barb says and your eyes widen.

“How would I tell her what really happened? Cause I don’t know the whole part myself.” Melissa says with a sigh.

“Melissa, you know the whole reason, stop blaming yourself for being human. You had a lot of doubts about being in the relationship because of the age difference, that’s alright to have. But you should have talked to her about that instead of pushing her to break up with you.” Barb tries to talk sense into her friend.

“She deserves to have a life. One that she won’t get by being with me.”

“And who gets to decide that? Cause I think y/n should decide that for herself.”

“I’m not going to talk to her Barb! I love her too much to let her get stuck in a relationship with someone like me!” Melissa says and you gasp silently so they won’t hear you and then tip toe over to Gregory’s classroom. You count to 10 seconds so they wouldn’t think that you heard everything and knock. Gregory opens the door a couple seconds later.

“Oh hey y/n, what’s up?” He asks you.

“I had a couple questions for you actually, do you mind if I take a couple minutes of your time?” You ask.

“Oh not at all, do you want to come in? I was just writing something on the board before they get here.” He says and you hear Barb exit Melissa’s classroom.

“Oh sure, that’s not a problem.” You tell him and enter the classroom.

*rewind to a couple minutes ago*

“I’m not going to talk to her Barb! I love her too much to let her get stuck in a relationship with someone like me!” Melissa tells and Barb sighs.

Barb speaks the next part quietly. “Melissa, there’s nothing wrong about being in a relationship with you. I’ve been your best friend for many years and you’re an amazing person who constantly puts yourself down for no reason.” Barb tells her and before Melissa can say anything else, you both hear a knock down the hall Gregory speaking.

“Oh hey y/n.” He says.

“Do you think she heard us?” Melissa asks, eyes wide.

“No, I don’t think so. She might have just been coming down the hall and I spoke too quietly for her to hear.” Barb says. “Think about what I said.” Barb says and Melissa nods. Barb then leaves the classroom and Melissa hears your voice.

“Oh sure, that’s not a problem.” Melissa sighs, she really misses you.

You spend the day analysing Melissa’s behaviour when you’re around, and what you overheard might be true. Melissa does seem to keep glancing at you as much as possible, and you see it in the corner of your eye so she doesn’t think she’s getting caught. It’s not as much as she’s looking at you but how she’s looking at you. She has sadness and guilt on her face and it looks like she wants to talk to you but keeps stopping herself.

You decide to go see her at home after school today. You pull up her driveway and go and knock on the door. She opens it about 5 seconds later and she’s stunned to see you there.

“Y/n?” She says in disbelief.

“Can I come in?”

“W-why?”

“Because we need to talk.” You tell her sternly and she steps aside to let you in. You walk in and go sit on her couch. Melissa closes the door slowly, takes a breath, turns towards you and walks over.

“What did you want to talk about?” She asks and you look at her.

“I heard everything you and Barb said this morning in your classroom.” You tell her and she gasps.

“You what?” She asks in shock.

“Why didn’t you tell me what was really going on inside your head?” You ask her and she sighs, then comes to sit on the couch.

“Because y/n, you’re so young and you might not understand it to the full extent.” Melissa says.

“You don’t think I haven’t had similar thoughts, only in reverse?” You say and she looks confused. “I’ve had doubts too, about the age gap, I thought that maybe I was too young for you. I thought you would think I’m too immature or something.” You tell her.

“You being immature never crossed my mind.” She tells you and you look into her eyes and see how genuine she’s being.

“Barb‘s right, it’s up to me to decide what I want in my life. I may be young but I’m old enough to know what I want.” You tell her and she tilts her head at you.

“And what do you want?”

“You, you idiota!” You tell her and she looks taken aback.

“Did you just call me an idiot in Italian?” She asks.

“Yes I did.” You say proudly and she smiles.

“I definitely deserve that.” She says to you. “I don’t know how I’d ever make you forgive me and make it up to you.” She tells you and you go and connect your phone to the speaker in her living room. Melissa is watching you the whole time. You walk back up to her and hold out a hand for her to talk and she looks at you confused.

“You said you don’t know how to make it up to me, start by dancing with me.” You tell her and she holds your hand. You yank at it and she gets up and follows you to the open area. The song starts off slow and you’re humming along to it while you and Melissa slow dances and you can tell she doesn’t know it. Once the chorus goes you sing and spin her in surprise. “Don’t blame me, love made me crazy! If it doesn’t, you ain’t doing it right! Lord save me, my drug is my baby, I’ll be using for the rest of my life!” You sing and Melissa is amused with this song. The next one starts and this one she knows and she starts singing it.

“Baby, when I met you there was peace unknown.” She starts and she twirls you around. “You do something to me that I can't explain.”

Then you sing. “Hold me closer and I feel no pain.” You both sing it.

“Making love to each other ah ah. Islands in the stream, this is what we are!” She twirls you back into her and your back is pushed into her front and you look at each other.

“Sail away with me.” She sings to you and you both continue to dance to it.

The next song is more upbeat and Melissa knows she’s heard it before but can’t place it. You start dancing to the beat with her and she just goes along with it.

“And I’m singing a song, hoping he’ll be back when he hears it.” You sing and let go of her hands. “My heart goes sha-la-la-la” you sing and clap 3 times to the beat and you do it again while also singing and she laughs. She then goes to your Spotify and plays a song that hopefully explains how she feels. She presses on it and it starts playing and she sings it. You instantly recognize the song but you pay attention to her singing it.

“Remember those walls I built? Well baby, they’re tumbling down, and they didn’t even put up a fight, they didn’t even make a sound. I found a way to let you in but I never really had a doubt. Standing in the light of your halo, I got my angel now.” She sings and lifts you up and spins you. “It’s like I’ve been awakened , every rule I had you breakin’, it’s the risk that I’m takin’. “ she continues and puts you down and cups your cheek. “I ain’t never gonna shut you out.” She says and then spins you around. “I’m surrounded by your embrace. Baby, I can see your halo, you know you’re my saving grace. You’re everything I need and more.” And she locks your hands together and puts one on your hip and you put yours on her shoulder and then she spins you both around. “It’s written all over your face, baby I can feel your halo, pray it won’t fade away. I can feel your halo halo, I can see your halo halo, I can feel your halo halo, I can see your halo halo.” She sings and you can tell there’s more to it than just her singing the words.

You pull her to you and you connect your lips with hers, she kisses you back without hesitation. When you pull back, she tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear and then she cups your cheek. “I’m really sorry for everything y/n. I should have talked to you but I was too scared to and then I believed the doubts that my mind came up with. You’re too good for me.” She says and kisses your forehead. “It broke my heart to act like how I did to you. But I thought it was the best for you.” She told you and you press a finger to her lips before she continues.

“I’ll forgive you, but on one condition.” You tell her and she looks at you with a lot of hope.

“Name it, anything.” She says.

“If you want to get back together with me, then I don’t want to hide the relationship.” You tell her and she smiles and hugs you.

“Of course! I want to be with you again and we can tell everyone!” She says through tears and hugs you tight, a bit too tight.

“Melissa, I do need to breathe.” You say and she immediately lets you go.

“Sorry.” She says and you kiss her.

You both pull back and you start humming a song before singing the next line. “I don’t do boys, just do girls, just do girl with kissable ass.” You sing and she bursts out laughing.

“You’re such a dork.” She tells you.

“Ya but you love me.” You tell her and she hums.

“I do, I do love you.” She says with her hands wrapped around your waist.

“I love you too.” You tell her and she smiles.

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thetwelfthcrow · 6 months

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welcome everyone to 4433 fic recs, a list of my personal favorite fics for the Lewis Hamilton/Max Verstappen ship. whether you're new to the ship or are looking for some rereads, this list is for you. not a shipper? give it a shot i'd say!

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three small daisies by this_is_my_associate_mr_mc_clap_yo_handz | NR | 22,4k | complete discussions of sexuality / max is sad / lewis is confused / coming out / post AD21

When Lewis opens the door to his Monaco apartment he’s expecting a blender, not Max Verstappen thrusting a box of cupcakes at him in apparent offering.

the entire history of us by supercup | E | 16,5k | complete canon divergence / enemies to lovers / getting together / red bull!lewis

“I think,” Max says, eyes fixed on his fingers trailing along Lewis’ skin. “You think about things too much.” He looks up, meets their eyes. “Don’t think about it so much.”

sub rosa by mercyedes| E | 6,9k | complete secret relationship / little bit of exhibitionism / blow jobs / semi-public sex

siri play whistle by flo rida it's literally just lewis sucking dick in the merc garage, i would never deceive you <3

matchstick people by ecorone | E | 60,2k | complete magical realism / horror / hurt/comfort / pining / drug use / alcohol use

After Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen walk away unscathed from an inexplicable crash, they discover that their cars are turning into solid gold, piece by piece. Meanwhile, with a mysterious new investor onboard, Williams Racing sees a meteoric rise back to the top of the grid.

Negotiate by sainzjrs | E | 2,6k | complete high society / wealth

It’s blinding, bleeding and bending Max into someone else.

little lion man by Anney | M | 9,8k | complete getting together / hurt comfort / happy ending

If he had to pinpoint where it all began, Lewis would not know what to say. Perhaps it started with a chance encounter in a supermarket in Monaco, or maybe with the first date that followed, which neither of them would admit was a date (but which they both definitely count as one). Max would say it started because of the cherry-flavoured lube. But if Lewis had to choose a specific time and place where it all began—for him, at least—he’d say Silverstone. (Not that Silverstone.) - The story of how Lewis and Max fell in love, without realizing, and almost fell apart. Almost.

I just hate the way I miss you (and the way it hits me at night) by Missha (Mishtique) | T | 2,2k | complete fic entirely through messages / bitter sweet / open ending

[ lewishamilton can’t receive your messages. This person doesn’t allow any new chat requests ] Max accidentally replies to the first story Lewis posts after Abu Dhabi and finds out that Lewis doesn't accept new chat requests. The one-sided chat becomes somewhat of a safe place.

Melt Like Ice Cubes by WebCookie9 | M | 28,5k | 4/4ch complete summer vacation run-in / getting together / lewis hamilton is a FLIRT

Huh. There standing was a familiar looking dark skinned man, seemingly looking down at his phone or something but Max wasn't sure as the person was completely turned away from him. The sun was burning down strongly on that muscular back, making the skin shine and those damn tattoos gracing it were looking much too familiar to Max. The cross framed by soft looking wings. It couldn't be, right? What were the odds really that Lewis was spending his summerbreak at the exact same location, at the exact same hotel at the exact same time like him? It couldn't be. Maybe it was just some kind of hardcore fan or something, wanting to immitate the Brit. Yeah, that must be it. Or Max was going completely crazy. He should drink something. And get out of this aggressive sun.

I'm fine (I do it every time) by individualist | M | 8,7k | complete hurt-comfort / discussions of trauma / sad

“Can I kiss you?” It’s the strangest thing Max has ever said out loud in his life. If his dad knew, he would kill him on the spot. If Helmut knew, he would kick him off the team. But there’s no one but Lewis and Max in the room, and Max has accepted that he might have lost his shit on the short walk from the front door to his living room. - Max is alone on his birthday and gets a strange message from an unknown British number. (It's Lewis. Of course it's Lewis.)

some day we might by capsize (copenhagenborn) | E | 9,5k | complete alternate universe - non famous / friends to lovers / eventual happy ending

“He has a girlfriend, Max.” Lewis snaps and stands up from the chair to face Max head-on. “Daniel has a girlfriend, and you still fell in love with him, didn’t you?” Max takes a step back, but Lewis is right there with him, following him back until Max has his back against the wall. “You are lying.” He hisses, because – it cannot be. Daniel has never mentioned having anyone at home, he wouldn’t – he would have told Max so if he did. Let him know if his heart wasn’t his to give. “Do not be cruel to me, Lewis.” Lewis laughs, but it’s a wry, mean thing that does nothing to settle Max’s anger. “Of course, you would blame this on me. Take some fucking responsibility for once, Max.” “Fuck you, Lewis.” Max says and pushes past Lewis before he storms out of the room. Or, that’s the nature of crushes. Either they work out or they don’t. Seldom do they make you realise you’re in love with someone else. But then, Max has always been special.

Bones in the Ocean by Yvxson | E | 27,1k | 7/7ch, complete alternate universe - college/university / enemies to lovers / bit of a slowburn

Max is trying to write his dissertation for his master's degree in Maritime History, the biggest downside to this isn't the lack of sleep, or the long days spent in the library trying to get his research done. No, it's definitely Lewis, who is working on his own dissertation and who always seems to be in Max's way. Everything is going perfectly fine (if you ignore the building up caffeine addiction, his wrecked social life, and the weird dreams that seem to plague him every time he closes his eyes.)

Want you to call me baby by individualist | E | 11k | complete angst / dirty talk / lewis is retired / dom-sub undertones

Lewis is retired and Max is dominating the sport. Turns out, Max really can’t deal with the pressure of it all.

he wants to fuck that old(er) man | T | 2,4k | complete crack fic / coming out / social media / texting

Max is never going out with Lando again. This is all his fault. or in which Max gets drunk, makes a bad decision, and has to deal with the fallout. It ends up alright, though. [Graphic Format: uses a lot of HTML and CSS]

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birf · 8 months

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You got any tips for traveling to Japan?

Oh yes I for sure do now

1. Learn some basic phrases to get around, especially for when buying stuff or ordering food. A few areas, especially in really touristy places, people will speak English to you, but I feel like people mostly just greet you/ask you things in Japanese regardless. And also you just wanna be polite! It’s also nice if you wanna compliment the food or people’s clothes.

You’re gonna be saying “arigatou gozaimasu” (thank you), “onegaishimasu” (please) and “sumimasen” (excuse me) a LOT

The google translate app is free and also great to use when you need!

2. Bring a coin purse

It’s still for the most part a cash based society over there. And you will collect soooo many coins. Have a little coin purse makes it easier to pull out. Also nice if you’re going to arcades. Plus all the vending machines.

Also when you’re buying stuff there will be a tray to put you’re money in and then they’ll ask if you if that’s okay before they take it. And then you say yes.

3. Pack very light on toiletries.

Unless you got some very specific products you like, convenience stores literally have everything you’d need plus they’re very cheap. All hotels and most hostiles will provide you with toiletries as well. Save the space and don’t pack them.

4. I ended getting a pasmo card to use for the subway and do not worry about the subway system being confusing. It’s also very easy to put money on your cards at the station (there’s all different language options.)

Google maps will tell you every single detail on how to get places through the subway even telling you which cart has the least amount of people. It was very easy getting around.

Don’t forget rush hour is around 7:00-9:00 AM, you will get squished.

5. You can ship you luggage to places your staying for very cheap.

My brother had to do this cause he’s moving back there so he had a lot of luggage. And it’s reallllyyy tiring to bring up and down a million stairs on the subway and so you can go to any station or hotel and ship that luggage there and it was like $10. It’s really nice if you need to do something like that.

6. Don’t bring a water bottle, but bring the best walking shoes you got.

You don’t need a water bottle cause there’s vending machines for drinks everywhere. But we were walking around 10-15 miles every day. You’re feet are gonna hurt.

7. Don’t eat and walk

Some places out on the street will even ask you where you’re going to eat the food so don’t walk away with it before they give you the food. Most konbini’s have a seating area. But if you buy food or a snack from somewhere just sit and and eat before you keep walking.

8. Always walk on the left side (unless you’re in Osaka for some reason)

Especially if you at a subway station, people are rushing, so always keep to the left. And then in Osaka it was just all on the right.

9. No trash cans outside

I’d seen a lot of people talk about how you gotta carry your trash around because there’s no trash cans outside which is trUE but you don’t gotta carry it around. Just stop in a konbini to throw away trash. Also almost all vending machines have bottle recycling next to them.

10. Always wait in the queue.

To get the subway, lines will start to form. Instead of getting in the front and waiting just by the train door be sure to get in line. There will be lines everywhere for stuff. Just make sure you’re not cutting in wait in line.

Also wait to cross the street. Even when it’s red and there’s absolutely nO cars around anywhere. You still wait for it to turn green. Just another polite thing.

11. Some more subway etiquette that I think of:

Keep an eye for elderly and disabled people coming onto the train to give you seat to. You can say “dozo” (go ahead) and gesture to the seat. There will even be signs on the trains explaining to do this but it is something that did happen a lot, also just the right thing to do so.

Don’t talk on the phone or eat on the train. Also just don’t talk loudly in general on the train. It’s mostly very quiet.

Anddddd this is all I can think of for now lol. Hope this helps!

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thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed · 1 year

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One of Your Kind (Ch. 7)

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Word count: 4.2K

Summary: your birthday party gets ruined and so does the last month of filming. What else could go wrong?

Warnings: swearing, mentions of past trauma

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

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March 2022

Well, you and Jenna had finally established your relationship and the two of you had the most perfect of relationships. You had recovered well from the gunshot but Jenna always made sure you didn’t overwork yourself even if now you could do everything like you used to before. Jenna always wore the necklace you got her, and even posted it on instagram. The two of you didn’t make your relationship public and you hadn’t even talked about it yet, you just wanted to let it flow naturally and see where it led you. Until She was filming, you were sure that your relationship was gonna stay private, because Jenna didn’t have time for interviews and paparazzi weren’t around, even though there were a couple articles from when you and her were seen together at the airport, but no one really thought anything of it because knowing that you were her director they thought it was a business trip.

Your birthday was approaching. It had been years since you last celebrated it, you just spent it like a normal days. You didn’t usually hear happy birthday songs, you didn’t receive any gift and you liked it like this. You weren’t one for attentions which is why you didn’t say anything about your birthday to the people on set, except for Jenna and you specifically told her that you wanted no gift, you didn’t want to celebrate it because you had been doing it like this since forever… which is exactly what led Jenna to set up a surprise party for you. “Okay, so what we’re gonna do is, the local is all set up and we just need to-“ Jenna’s speech was interrupted by Emma telling her to shut up as you were there. You walked over to Jenna and wrapped your arms around her from behind. “Good evening Jen” you said and kissed her cheek, you hadn’t seen her all morning but just holding her was enough for you. “Hey you” she said and turned around in your arms, putting her own around your shoulder. She knew better than to wish you happy birthday in front of everyone else.

Emma and the others left to give the two of you some privacy, and You just smiled at her and moved a few hair out of her face. “You look gorgeous as always” you told her as you just snuggled in to hide your face in the crook of her neck. She giggled and held you close, kissing your forehead. “What’s up with the compliments today?” She asked as you looked up at her, with a shrug and a loving smile. “Am I not allowed to compliment my girlfriend?” You said and kissed her jaw softly. You were the kind of girl that loved physical contact and lucky for you, Jenna was the same. She giggled again “you’re very cuddly too” she said and brushed her own nose with yours. “Mhhh yes. It’s my birthday and I want to spend it with you” Jenna smiled and cuddled with you until it was tine to ger back on set. She loved this side of you and she was glad you were slowly opening up yourself more, you were completely yourself only around her and she couldn’t be happier.

That day, you’d always find a moment to at least hug her or steal her a kiss between a scene and the other. “Why don’t we go out for dinner tonight? At least we can spend some more quality time together” she said as you were setting up for her next scene “that sounds really nice” you said and smiled at her. Good, Jenna thought, at least she had convinced you to go out for dinner, so that the surprise party could actually happen. She told you to dress up nicely as she had something “cute” planned, and you were really, really curious. As the car approached the local you couldn’t help but try and push on the subject “oh come on! Just a little hint?” You said, squeezing her hand to get her to stop walking, but she only smiled slightly. “You’ll see when we get in” she replied, to which you huffed and rolled your eyes, deciding to just give in on the subject.

“SURPRISE!” Someone yelled as soon as you and Jenna made your way inside the local. You jumped out of fear definitely not expecting this, as you looked around. It was the cast of the show, the only and best friends you had made there and in your whole career and life. They all started singing happy birthday and you blushed, covering your face with your hands and once again, hiding it in the crook of Jenna’s neck, who only giggled at the situation and played with your hair for a few seconds before you pulled back and looked at your friends. They had all made their way over to you. Cake in hand with some candles on as you blew them off with a huge smile plastered on your face. “Was this your idea?” You said turning to look at Jenna, who obviously nodded and that made you giggle. After you blew off the candles, Everyone clapped their hands and wished you a happy birthday, also hugging you.

You had made Jenna promise she wouldn’t get you any gifts, and somehow she kept her promise… but her in own ways. She told everyone not to get you any gift and they didn’t but Jenna did get you a present. She was your girlfriend after all and she couldn’t let you spend your birthday without a gift. “I… I know you didn’t want me to, but I got you a present…” she said, holding a small bag, obviously coming from a jewelry. “Jenna… this is why I don’t want any gifts” you said, clearly smiling as you took the small bag in your hands. “I didn’t want you to spend money for me” you started opening it and inside the bag was a small, square box. You shot Jenna a confused glare as she smiled, inviting you to open the box and that you did, inside of it were two beautiful, silver rings. Your jaw dropped at the sight as you took the small rings, you didn’t know what to say “y-you-“ you babbled out something incomprehensible and that made Jenna laugh, as she took the box with the rings.

“It’s silver. I had them customized… mine has your name carved on the inside and yours has my name… god saying this out loud makes this awkward, but I want people to know you’re mine” she said and took your left hand, sliding the ring on your ring finger as you did the same, looking at her with heart eyes as you felt the three words burn the tip of your tongue, apparently she was thinking the same because “I love you” she said, and you raised your hand to caress her cheek, “I love you too” you leaned in for a sweet soft kiss. Every time you kissed her you felt shivers down your spine and that feeling will always be your favorite.

Unfortunately for you, all good things had to get ruined by something. Your phone rang, and the caller read ‘Mamma’ [Mom] . The smile immediately disappeared from your face, she hasn’t called ever since you moved to America, not even a text, a merry Christmas message, nothing. But now she was calling you and you didn’t know what to do. Should you reply, should you not reply? You opted for the first one. Luckily everyone was distracted so you took advantage of the moment to leave the room and sneak out on the balcony. the local had been booked fully for this occasion which meant that aside from you and the cast, there was no one else and the balcony was empty.

[to make things easier for you I’ll write the conversation in English, just know that it’s supposed to be in Italian]

“Hello?” You answered, your voice low and hesitant, as if she was calling to yell at you. “(Y/N), my child… how are you?” It had been ages since you last heard her voice and it seemed… soft. Yet you didn’t want to fall for her trap like you always did when you were younger. “What do you want mom?” Your voice was still hesitant. But throughout the years you had learned how to be more bold, and react to situations. You had built this huge wall between you and your parents now, you never would have expected them to call. “I just called to wish you happy birthday… how have you been?” She seemed genuine, and tears welled up in your eyes at the thought of her finally caring. “I’m… fine” you still refused to open up to them, you didn’t completely trust your parents. The two of you talked for a while, occasional tears leaving your eyes thinking that maybe, your parents finally cared about you. “That’s good… look uhm- your father’s sick and we could use your help.”

Oh.

That was it, this was the reason she had called you. She never wanted to wish you a happy birthday, she didn’t want to know how you had been. “You never wanted to wish me a happy birthday, did you?” You finally said, you didn’t hear an answer coming from the other side of the cellphone. “You called me, had me thinking that you cared just so you could ask me for money!?” The answer came quicker than expected “you owe us-“ “I owe you nothing! What have you done for me, huh? You never showed me you cared, you never supported me, hell at 16 I had to find a job, how is that caring?” You yelled over the phone, at the moment you didn’t care if people heard you. Tears started spilling out faster from your eyes, you heard as your mother tried to justify herself but you weren’t having any of it. “Never call me again mom. I don’t want to hear from you ever again” you said and hung up the phone. You looked at the view from the balcony and just cried your heart out, what is it with people having to ruin the best moments?

In the meantime your friends inside the bar were having a blast. They were all drinking and dancing and having fun, until Jenna noticed you weren’t there anymore. “Guys have you seen (Y/N)?” They all shook their head and Jenna walked around the local, looking everywhere for you until she found you standing alone outside in the balcony. As soon as she was outside with you, she heard you sniffle. “Are you okay? Don’t you like the party-“ you interrupted her. “My mom called,” you started and Jenna stood next to you, looking at you. Your nose was red and your eyes too, but you refused to look at Jenna. “And is it a bad thing?” She asked, voice low, not wanting you to get upset. You never talked about your mother to Jenna and you realized that now it was the time to do so. “In my life, she never supported me, she never showed me any kind of love, never helped me when I was struggling during covid,” you sniffled, more tears coming our of your eyes and Jenna wrapped an arm around you.

“When I came to America, I never heard from her again. Ever. She was just out of my life. But today She called me, wishing me a happy birthday and we talked for a while, she seemed genuine” Jenna rubbed your back trying to calm you down. “Then she told me that my father is sick, and that she wanted my money because I “owed” them…” you sobbed out and covered your face, Jenna pulled you into a tight hug, letting you cry as much as you needed. She didn’t care if her dress was getting soaked, she knew you needed it. “I really, really thought they cared for once” you said pulling back from her, and she wiped your tears, trying to fix your smudged make up “look at me” she said, resting her hand on your cheek “you have a family,” she started, and you looked at her, leaning in for the touch. “You have me. You have the rest of the cast… and you have my family, too. They love you even if they met you once and my parents will always treat you like one of their children. So you’re not alone, okay?” She said and kissed your cheek, which made you smile slightly.

“Do you want to leave?” She asked you, she knew you probably didn’t want the others seeing you like this, so you nodded and you all left the party, getting back to your trailers where you slept with Jenna cuddling you.

April 2022

Well, your birthday was a blast. After it getting ruined by your parents, you thought that nothing else could make this experience in Romania worse. Right? Wrong. It was the last month of filming and you and Tim were panicking. There were lots of things to be done still, scenes to be shots and stunts to be made, and staff shortage. Almost everyone’s contract had expired and slowly but surely everyone was leaving set. You needed more people for this last month and Tim made it his mission to find someone, anyone that could do the job of the people whose contract was expired and he did find someone and today they would be coming on set.

“Okay everyone, so these are the people that would be helping us for this last month. Please make them feel welcomed and comfortable” Tim said something else, but you had already gone pale: Madeline, your Ex, was between those people and was smirking at you with that devilish grin of hers as she waved at you. The girl who had hurt you so much, who only used you for sex and who ruined your life for the most part was there in front of you and probably ready to ruin your life once again. “Are you okay?” Jenna asked you, taking you out of that trance state you found yourself in. You were feeling sick and it was happening really fast. You looked between her and Madeline and before you knew it you were running out from the set, kneeling down by the closest bush you found as you threw up that morning’s breakfast. Of course Jenna ran behind you, immediately holding your hair back as she waited for you to finish throwing up.

When you were finished Jenna took a tissue and cleaned your mouth. “What’s wrong?” She asked you and you looked at her with teary eyes, she seemed confused. “T-that girl, Madeline… She’s my ex” saying this out loud only made you throw up again and Jenna once again took a hold of your hair. Her expression had completely changed from a worried one to a really mad one, she was gonna make this girl’s life a living hell during this month. Jenna once again cleaned your mouth when you were finished throwing up and then the two of you went back inside, where people had already started working - Madeline included. Of course as you went to work as well she had to come to you. “So… how have you been?” She asked, you seriously thought about yelling at her, but you didn’t want to cause any troubles. “What are you doing here?” You ignored her question and she sighed, smirking at you. She was too close for your own likings.

“Relax, I didn’t know that you were here. It was a pure coincidence” you sighed and chuckled. “Yeah right.” She smirked as well “well do you want to grab something to eat together tonight?” She put a hand on your arm, and you quickly moved away from her. “No I don’t want to. And don’t fucking touch me” you said, obviously she chuckled again. “Hmmm feisty. Looks like I’ll have my hands full with you” she bit her lip, making you angrier “you will do nothing with me. The only thing you need to do is to get the fuck out of my face” you spat out, glaring at her as you went back to what you were doing. You knew that she was definitely not gonna leave you alone. Jenna kept her eyes on her and tried to be close to you as best as she could, not ever leaving you alone with her, and not letting her interact with you for longer than needed and it worked, up until some point.

You were in your trailer, waiting for Jenna to finish filming. You and her were supposed to have a movie night, with popcorns and cuddles, just like you loved. You had everything set up and were waiting for her to show up. You heard knocking on the door and obviously you thought it was her so you opened the door “hey Jen-“ you were quickly shut up when Madeline made her way into the trailer, shutting the door close behind her as she pushed you to the wall opposite the door. “How long as it been my dear?” She said, hands on your waist as she kept you pinned against the wall. “M-Madeline, let me go” you said, scared of the possibilities of this scenario. What if Jenna walked in? What would she think? What was Madeline gonna do to you “owh come on, we both know you have been waiting for me to pin you up against the wall like this” she sounded so sure of herself.

“I have a girlfriend,” you started “and she will be here soon so you should leave soon” you hoped that this would make her stop, but instead it only made her giggle. “And you think that’s going to stop me? We both know that she can’t make you scream like I do…” You froze at that, realizing that she wasn’t going to stop. “You don’t known what she’s capable of” this was your last resource. Jenna did take kung fu lessons and you knew that she had quite a lot of strength. “Well neither does she” Madeline replied and within milliseconds her lips were on your neck, sucking and nibbling at the skin “n-no! Stop-“ you cried out, but you couldn’t help the whimper that came out when she bit down on your pulse point. You tried pushing her away but she was stronger then you and pinned you down, hands sneaking under your shirt. “Get off of me!” You yelled, you were now crying, you didn’t want this, not at all.

Eventually and finally, you heard knocks on your door. You knew that it was Jenna. “JENNA PLEASE HELP” you yelled/sobbed out and Madeline wasted no time in covering your mouth. Too late, Jenna had heard you. “Honey? What’s going on in there?” She tried to open the door, but it was locked from the inside. However she could hear your muffled cries and she didn’t like this one bit. “Open the door!” She yelled when she realized that you weren’t going to open it. She was to short to look through the windows of your trailer, but luckily her panicked voice didn’t go unnoticed. The rest of the cast noticed her struggle and walked over to her, Percy and Georgie kicking the door until it eventually flung open, and Jenna didn’t like what she saw one bit. Madeline wasn’t stopping, and Jenna clenched her jaw, walking inside the trailer as she grabbed the girl’s hair, pulling them until the girl was facing her and whimpering of pain.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Jenna started, if looks could kill, Madeline would definitely be underground by now. “Giving her what you can’t give her” Madeline said, which made Jenna pull her hair more. “Hear me out” Jenna said, pushing the girl against a wall “your story with her has long finished, and I’m sure she wants nothing else to do with you. She has another girlfriend now.” Jenna warned “that has never stopped-“ the girl was interrupted by another whimper of pain of Jenna pulling her hair more. “If I ever see you around her, look at her and even feel your smell… and if you ever lay another finger on her,” she started walking to the door pulling the girl alongside her “I will end you” Jenna said and basically threw the girl outside of the trailer. “Get the fuck away from here. This set doesn’t need you.” The girl walked away “nobody touches what’s mine” Jenna finally made her way over to you. You had crumbled down on the floor, bracing yourself as Emma and johnna were trying to comfort you.

“Can you please leave us alone?” Jenna asked, and the two girls nodded before leaving the two of you alone “I- I was so scared Jen” you said and looked at her, tears in your eyes as Jenna caressed your cheeks. “I know babe… but she’s gone. I’m gonna make sure Tim fires her and you’re never gonna see her again” you nodded and leaned in for the touch, Jenna looked at your neck, where that bitch was just moments before. She had left some marks, but they were faint, luckily. “We’re gonna make these disappear with some ice” she said and you nodded, Jenna could still see the tears in your eyes, and she pulled you in a loving, comforting hug.

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That was it.

The last scene had been shot, and everyone had erupted in cheers and applauses to the cast, they were all hugging and laughing, you couldn’t help but feel happy, maybe a little nostalgic, too? You were certainly going to miss these peeps, especially Emma and the girls, in these months you had bonded a lot with them and you wanted to see them again. You hoped you would get to see them again because truly, these were the only friends you had. As it always happened on set, everyone from the cast made as speech and last but not least, was Jenna. “What to say… this has been an incredibly amazing experience, I have never been away from home for longer than a month and a half and at first this felt surreal, it still feels that way. It was hard, there were moments where I wanted to give up, there were moments where I was scared to ruin this role because the amazing Christina Ricci here has done it before me and I stressed myself over making this as perfect as I could”

She giggled, and so did the people watching and listening to her. “But I had support, I had a lot of it. The amazing cast, the staff, and (Y/N)… I never thought I’d find love on set, but here I am and she has been the biggest support ever since” oh no, she wanted to drag you into this. You blushed and looked at her with a huge smile “she has her struggles but she always found time for me and I couldn’t be happier. I love you” she said and you mouthed an ‘I love you too’ but suddenly you were being pushed towards her. “Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss” everyone kept repeating and suddenly Jenna took a hold of your hand, pulling you into a sweet kiss which you immediately reciprocated, and when the two of you pulled back, still being only inches away Jenna whispered again “I love you so much” “me too baby” you said and hugged her.

It was only days later when you made your way to the airport with her. You both had to go back to LA as she was going home and you were too, so you were in the same plane. No one of you had talked about making the relationship public or not, but it was clear from the way you both acted at the airport that you wanted to keep it private, for now at least. Luckily when you arrived there weren’t any paparazzi because your plane had landed in the middle of the night but still you needed to be careful. You had to part your ways as soon as you got out of the airport as two different cars were waiting for you. “Text me when you get home okay?” You told her, as you made your way towards her car first. “Yes don’t worry love” she said with a small, loving smile. She loved how caring you were with her when you had to part. “And say hi to your family for me” she giggled “we will literally live 15 minutes away-“ you interrupted her “shhh let me be the caring girlfriend” you said smiling and helped her get in the car. “Can I steal a kiss? I’m sure no one will see us if I sneak my head in the car” you said pouting and she nodded, pulling you in for a sweet, sleepy kiss. “I love you” she said smiling “I love you too baby. Text me when you get home” you reminded her, and she nodded.

You watched her car leave and then you got into yours, smiling at yourself as you thought of the summer with her that awaited you.

A/N: welll a bit of a more active chapter. Filming has ended! They’ll definitely spend a hot girls summer together👀

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sirfrogsworth · 8 months

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I'm still not feeling great, but I really needed groceries. So I forced myself to go last night, which was a really bad idea considering I hadn't recovered from post-exertional malaise as it was.

But I didn't have much food due to stalling for so long. I know I could do delivery or have someone pick stuff up, but I really need to walk around and pick things out. If I am not in the mood for something I won't eat it. I can be picky that way. And then it spoils and I have to throw it out. It's just better if I go to the store and find things that my brain has a craving for.

It just seems like whenever I have the least energy and I try to do a short, simple trip out of the house, I have all of these mini-adventures that make it not as short and simple.

In this case, I didn't even make it out of my driveway before the adventures began. I got in the car there was a warning my tire pressure was low. And usually it isn't that bad and I can just fill up the tires when I have more energy. But one tire was extremely low, so I didn't want to chance it.

I wish I knew why my tires lose air so fast. Seems like I fill them every week or two. I read it could be bad valve stems. But like, on all the tires? I'll save that mystery for another day.

Unfortunately putting air in my tires is just about the hardest task for me specifically. Even if I sit on a stool, I have to bend down in a way that pushes my belly against my lungs. I run out of breath very quickly and so I have to go up and down many times to finish filling the tire. By the end of filling all 4 tires, I was sweating, exhausted, out of breath, light headed, and nauseous.

I really need to find a better way to fill my tires. I could try sitting on the ground, but standing up from the ground is not always easy for me and I'd have to do it 4 times.

I wonder if there is a place I can tip someone to do it.

I digress.

I make it to Sam's and I am struggling before even walking in the store. And they have gigantic shopping carts that take much more energy to push around. Schnucks has these little baby carts that are great for when you need a few items. I guess Sam's assumes if you are going to a bulk store you are going to buy in bulk.

I get my sushi and my brownie bites and everything else and head towards checkout. I have a bit too much stuff for self checkout to make sense, so I get in line.

On one side of me was a guy who was impulse buying a 65" TV. Which is a really bad idea. You should never buy any electronics without researching it first. (Or ask me. Everyone should always ask me before buying technological items.) He was buying a TV that was made to be thin. And if he needed a super thin TV, and he couldn't afford an OLED, it was an okay choice. But for the same price he could get a thicker TV with much better image quality. There was a part of me that wanted to take him back over to the TV aisle and help him make a better decision. But my anxiety thought of about 30 ways that could have backfired and I was barely standing.

And then there was this cart in front of me...

Seriously?

Is there a midwestern hurricane headed this way or something?

I don't even understand how they did this.

This isn't Tetris. This is... overstuffing a turkey.

I'm a little worried about those eggs too.

Thankfully a new lane opened up and I didn't have to wait 30 minutes for them to figure out how to deal with that.

I did try to use my amazing Tetris skills to arrange my items so the bar code was visible for each one. (I probably could have done self checkout, I guess.) Last time the lady thanked me for making it so easy for her. So I was waiting for this lady to pull out her laser shootie price gun and start zapping my stuff.

But she unloaded everything in my cart onto the conveyor.

My shopping cart Tetris skills went unnoticed and she had to do 3 times the work.

Then I get out to the parking lot and a bunch of carts are all blocking the disabled parking space for people with rear-loading wheelchairs.

I tried to move some of them as I went by. I just didn't have the energy to put them all in the receptacle. But even if they are in the yellow zone, that is where they need to unload the wheelchair. I'm just so tired of people being inconsiderate like this.

And I also see a lot of disabled people without wheelchairs using this space. I suppose if it is the only one available, but this is such a great accommodation for wheelchair users. It is much safer to unload away from traffic. I would rather park in the back of the lot than take this option from someone.

Oh, and Schnucks has one of the disabled spots reserved for police and that makes me so mad too. They can double park if there is an emergency. I never see a cop car in that space and so many people could be using that.

Sorry, after pushing my dad around for a year I have become very sensitive to this.

I really wanted to drive straight home, but I still needed some soup and black cherry soda from Schnucks. I probably should have gone back a different day, but sometimes a different day isn't for weeks. So I just got it all done at once. Plus I really wanted to try that Vess black cherry.

Sorry, RefresCoVesScnhucks™ Black Cherry Soda.

I've been pretty sore all day. And I'm still not prepared for the second house auction. And people are coming to pick stuff up from the first auction on Friday. The house is a mess again. Half the groceries aren't put away.

I'm going to need to pull my lantern battery out of the pocket dimension to charge myself back up.

#long post

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batmanfruitloops · 7 months

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So I noticed that with the Riddler bingo for this AU's Riddler specifically the "Arkham" space was left empty. So that leaves me wondering: what does the Bat do with all of his baddies after he apprehends them? Because as stated with Joker's backstory Arkham exists, but it seems it's not going to be used, so then where does Batman deposit all of his captured baddies at?

This is actually pretty important to a lot of plot points, so this is going to be kind of long!

Batman wants justice and dangerous things to stop plaguing Gotham, but Arkham isn't really going to help that. It kind of just makes people worse. Joker having been in there would also make Batman reluctant to send others there, because he'd be so distraught about the idea. He's been there for years. He knows the personal hell that that becomes.

There are many more circumstantial factors that lend to not sending the rogues to Arkham as well;

A big one is that Batman isn't actually able to capture a lot of them. For instance, the Riddler and Scarecrow never really get close to being caught. They're too capable and have such methods of evasion. The closest Bats has come to catching one of those two is when he and the Joker started working together. Before Eddie worked with Jo, he operated remotely from a hideout and broadcasted his crimes and riddles. Bats had already been working on finding this hideout, and he had finally located it right before the Joker joined his force. (That's all I'll say about that instance for now) But others like Ivy, Harley, and Polka Dot Man always slip away and are untraceable.

Also another little extra thing: Riddler is able to find a lot of information on bad Gothamites, especially the elite that Bats otherwise can't find anything to present fact about, so if he lets him get away, he can bring more people to him basically.

(The car they're driving is actually one I'm in the middle of designing, a souped up car Ed made just for heists that he named Elsa, after the bride of Frankenstein's monster - I know it doesn't look like a car, but I swear I tried T_T)

Bats also lets a decent amount of them get away because they aren't big enough threats. An example of this would be Music Meister. Is he a public nuisance? Yes, but is he really causing any problems? No. In this he's kind of just a silly guy who happens to be metahuman that still wants to use his natural gifts. He's pretty much a theater kid with too much power in his hands.

There is also a section of the rogue gallery whose issues are resolved before being sent to Arkham would be necessary. Clayface, Manbat, and Babydoll are some such rogues. Their roles in this au will boil down to maybe a chapter or so, depending. Their situations mostly require careful handing (and in Manbat's case being cured) to go back to living as best they possibly can. They're able to be reasoned with and get help, if that makes sense? I'm not sure that's the correct wording, but you'll see when we get there.

If the rogues have enough money, power, or influence, they themselves could get out of being sent there. This is how Penguin at least avoids ever being sent there, or charged with anything besides a warning, really.

Batman has also had the unfortunate opportunity of meeting Hugo Strange, the head doctor of Arkham Asylum, as Bruce Wayne. He got to witness firsthand just how demented and intelligent that man is and he'd rather not give Strange more victims to his madhouse.

- Sarsee

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greencways · 4 months

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jennifer jareau headcanons

1. ENFP

2. took dance classes when she was younger

3. will watch disney films all day if you let her

4. hates pizza and finds the texture gross

5. her favourite meal is mac and cheese

6. LOVED and i mean LOVED back to school shopping, she used to count down the days until she could go to the store

7. used to be a cheerleader before she was on the soccer team

8. sometimes reads over spencer's work and writes down specific words that she's never heard of before on a sticky note and then sporadically the next day to see if he notices but he never does, emily catches on very soon though

9. owns so many dvds that she could run her own shop

10. shops at h&m

11. wanted to be a media liaison and talk to people because she used to feel like no one listened to her when she was younger so at least she could listen in return to people who need it

12. bites her straws

13. always cold

14. can do amazing makeup, is incredibly talented at it and does it for fun so she's a pro, she also went viral for how amazing her makeup looks were once

15. allergic to nickel

16. obsessed with butterflies

17. has owned a butterfly necklace

18. had watched every single episode of buffy the vampire slayer and had a crush on faith lehane

19. dyes her hair blonde all the time (she's not a natural blonde)

20. gets a hangover if she looks at a bottle of wine wrong

21. didn't stop collecting butterflies and still collects them with her sons and loves to tell them all the different species

22. can and will sleep anywhere

23. natural brunette

24. reads marvel comics

25. gluten intolerant

26. mixes skittles into her popcorn

27. could not survive the day without a vanilla latte

28. has ocd and anxiety

29. smells like vanilla

30. drinks 8 bottles of water a day

31. favourite taylor swift album is red

32. cuts her own hair

33. always tired

34. sits on chairs with her leg up or legs crossed

35. her love language is words of affirmation

36. drinks way to much boba to a point where it's concerning

37. listens to podcasts to help relax her

38. terrible cook, better baker

39. still keeps in contact with elle, elle rang her after she stopped seeing jj on the tv and now they meet up for coffee twice a week, and elle comes to girls night when she can

40. pina colada lover

41. LOVES bereal and still does it everyday (never on time)

42. is always on aux but everyone is terrified of her music taste so they just let her

43. her phone is always above 70%

44. she is the mom friend and ALWAYS has everything in her bag that you need; medicine, pads, lipstick, money, chargers etc

45. tilts her head back when she laughs

46. twists her necklace when she's nervous

47. LOVES and i mean LOVES colouring (it relaxes her)

48. whenever someone new joins in the team she is ALWAYS the first person to show them around

49. keeps all her maternity clothes just in case someone needs them

50. her go to drink on a night out is vodka coke

51. elle bought her a butterfly necklace after she found out that she collected butterflies when she was younger and she started wearing it after she couldn't wear the one ros gave her anymore

52. when she was a media liaison, every time she would read that a case is really bad and hard one, she would bake chocolate chip cookies for the team and bring them into work before anyone notices and acts surprised when she sees them (hotch is the only one that knows it's her but no one else knows, he smiles at her subtly when she realizes how happy it makes them)

53. avid buffy stan (owns all the dvds, posters, merch) (teen jj used to write fics)

54. tells people her favourite movie is the godfather but it's actually cars (2006)

55. she LOVES british game shows and is genuinely really good at quiz shows (her general knowledge is amazing)

56. she dated a few girls in high school but elle was her first proper relationship

57. her favourite artist is david bowie and her favourite songs are heroes and starman

58. she was told that she was way to sensitive as a child and it impacted on her as an adult so she tries to teach henry and michael that it's okay to express their feelings as best as they can and that they can cry whenever they want and they don't have to keep it in

59. she kept all of henry and michael's drawings when they were growing up

60. she is a night owl but her kids aren't, so she gets up extra early because it makes them really happy

61. she doesn't like to label her sexuality and she doesn't see a point in doing so

62. babysat when she was younger but ended up loving it and wanted to be a teacher for a while

63. she loves journaling and writes to different versions of herself (mostly letters to her future self but she wrote a letter to her old self once and found it too upsetting)

64. she's a beer drinker

65. she still tells people that she has an older sister and she secretly writes letters to her but no one knows (emily figured it out when she saw her writing one once but she never brought it up)

66. she loves marvel and her favourite characters are; doctor strange, wanda, black widow, carol danvers, and spider-man (she also watches the films with henry all the time)

67. she still does those early 2000's magazine quizzes

68. she loves interior design and when her and will bought a house she did most of the work herself

69. she doodles when she's bored

70. she writes notes to henry and michael sometimes (and they write back little notes to her and she doesn't find them until she's in the bau and the team ask what they've written that day)

#criminal minds #fanfic #jennifer jareau #aj cook #jennifer jareau headcanons

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xiaolin-show-hoe · 4 months

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Here is Prompt 3: Cracked Glass

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Jack Spicer was indeed a sight to behold. A 25 year old male, lean and weak, was now smashing a car window with a bat with a force to be reckoned with. The sound of smashing glass scattered across a parking garage yet was somewhat soundless if no one was there to hear it.

A breathtaking swing like a pro golfer had Jack Spicer puting the side mirrors under some cars farther down the slope towards darkness. The only thing bright in this dark place was the smile lighting up the man's face as he took another stroke sending the second mirror in the opposite direction.

It was a true work of joy to see.

The young man had a sucker in his mouth, chomping at it aggravated as he raised the bat from before to damage the windshield. The sickening crack was similar to dropping ones phone. Gut wrenching and the sound alone could split a heart in two.

Jack Spicer hoped Jared Pulinsky could feel this pain.

His newly ex boyfriend Jared who just put out pictures of Jack that he found rather fucking rude to exploit after their relationship crashed and burned.

Fucking Jareds.

I feel Jack on this one, Jareds can secretly be some real b-holes.

So after Jack broke up with him over some weird money issues involving money getting taken from his wallet without asking, that buck tooth, dimwitted brunette of a trucker decided to send out some of their naughty pictures. Which is why every single hit to the truck that Jared treasured made Jack more horny than he had ever been.

After he had smashed the glass, Jack pulled out his special key he made specifically to screw this truck over. A long strong key that would be impossible to fix after he scratched through. This time he took some liberties and doodled some things through that paint job that Jack gifted to Jared.

Cars occasionally drove through the garage and asked him what he was doing. He always answered honestly because there was nothing more satisfying then someone agreeing with him and giving their blessing to fuck up his exe's car.

Ah sweet validation.

Oh but he wasn't quite done. Oh no no, he also paid for the inside to get reupholstered.

Jared couldn't have anything that nice on his own paycheck, surely it would be awkward to drive around in the car your ex got work done for.

Jack Spicer would be EVER SO kind and make sure it wasn't recognizable after he was done with the Golden Tiger Claw ripping into the seams of the seats. ANYTHING to make JARED more comfortable in his BRAND NEW truck.

Lastly, to put the finishing touches took out a knife and slashed the tires with all the force his thin body could do. It was tough work but hearing that sweet hiss of air and knowing his ex wouldn't be able to drive to work was just plain exciting.

And finally, the piece de resistance, stealing the catalytic converter from the underbelly of the truck. That way if he wanted to sell this new piece of shit, he would get barely a dime without the most expensive piece. After all, this piece of shit was paid for by Jack, he at least deserved the best spare part to sell for himself.

Hmmm…maybe he could take the engine too….

Nah, Jack did more than enough to get out the message not to fuck with him, literally or figuratively.

Jack Spicer had gone soft while with Jared. He felt more love and attention from Jared than his parents ever gave him. Hell, the only person who ever lived with him longer than a month at a time was his grandma.

So this betrayal, despite dating for only 4 months, was a deep wound for him. Jack had been used and he was sick of always being the victim of these manipulative games.

They were never games to him.

It was time for Jack to start anew and it would start with this fucking truck.

This last prompt for Cracked Glass is about Jack finally trying to stand up for himself once his boyfriend hurt him. However, Jack had disappeared from the monks and Heylin's lives for years at this point. So when a wu turns up one year later, they don't expect Jack nor the strange robot he sends. He leaves a message behind, "I'm done playing games."

Please feel free to check the other two prompts and answer the poll on my page♡☆

#chack #fanfiction #i love xiaolin showdown to an unhealthy degree #xiaolin showdown #xs jack spicer #xs chase young #jack spicer #chase young

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elvendria · 1 year

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NOTICING YOU - E.M x FEM READER Part One

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-What are you doing to me y/n Henderson?- -I could ask you the same Eddie Munson-

y/n Henderson is Dustin's older sister. She's the shy, reserved bookworm you see around the hallowed halls of Hawkins High. She's a cynic. She's seen how those you love can treat you, and knows that true love and soulmates belong only in her books.

At least until a freaky metalhead who happens to be friends with her brother shows up more and more in the most convenient of places.

\\acquaintances - friends - lovers - enemies - lovers//

Ok so I just want to clarify a few things:

Although set in the time of season 4, music up to the current decade will be used, I just find it easier to know what songs to use when I'm not limited to specific timelines

There'll be referneces to songs however some of them may be listed as y/n writing them herself, but I'll put the original singer/songwriter at the end of the chapter

It'll start before the events of season 4, but will gradually move into that storyline over time

(I should also mention that in this fic, Eddie only repeated his senior year once, meaning there's only a year between them instead of two, and Steve hasn't graduated yet)

Ok. Let's jump in.

part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven

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TW: single mom/absentee dad, shy bookworm reader, fem!reader

word count: 2.2K

August 20th

The thought of walking across the school carpark for the first day of Senior Year felt like walking through the gates of hell. All I wanted to do was run somewhere until the end of the day, and then slowly crawl my way home.

I could barely find the will to get my legs to move out of my 1967 Volkswagen Beetle, my most prized possession. It felt like my legs were encased in cement as a cold sweat ran down my spine at the thought of having to face more than one person every day.

Dad had fixed Betsy before he left all those years ago, I thought it would be junk by now but it runs just like it did when he finished it up and took Dustbin and me out for a test drive. Sure she's bumpy in places, but nothings is ever perfect.

I looked out the driver's side window to a couple running and jumping into each other's arms, kissing all slobbery as if he'd just returned from war when in reality she saw him like two days ago. That, or he was away at camp this summer. And let's be real, he most definitely did not stay celibate for a month or 2 just because he was away from his girlfriend. Either way, she was overreacting and trying to put her claim on him in front of all the other girls in the parking lot.

"What a stupid thing to be doing in public, save it till you get home," I scoffed, but not loud enough for them to hear me, confrontation is not my forte. Running and hiding, now that's something I'm good at.

"You wouldn't be saying that if you had someone to smooch on a Monday morning." Dustin teased from beside you, a grin spreading across his face.

I've always found my brother's smile to be infectious, even when I was in the worst mood possible.

"Alright Dustbin, you've convinced me. This year I'll have so many boyfriends I won't have time to be cynical. Your wish is my command." I feigned a bow towards him, knowing deep down inside, that he was just as nervous as I was.

"If I'm going to be going to high school, you need to stop calling me Dustbin. It was cute when you were 3, but we're grown now." Dustin huffed, crossing his arms and slumping in his seat.

"I don't know, you look like a little kid to me, I mean I could mix you into a batch of newbie middle schoolers and no one would be able to tell the difference. " I felt a swat at my arm, which further instigated my laughter.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a guy turn his head and look at the car, his hair falling below his shoulders. Our eyes met and he quickly turned and walked away, but it was too late.

Eddie Munson had just caught me laughing like a maniac with my brother.

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After a lot of self encouragement, and a bit of teasing from Dustin, I finally worked up the courage to get out of the car and start walking to the school doors, pleading with myself to turn around once or twice. Somehow I made it to my homeroom and my desk without knowing how, as if my feet had grown tired of the back and forth, the will she won't she, and just decided to move on their own.

Sitting down at the furthest corner of the room, I pulled my white knitted sweater around my arms, carefully listening to my favourite teacher in the whole school."

"Alright students," Ms Collins called out, I'm passing around your timetables now. I'd just like to remind everyone-"

"Sorry I'm late, hellfire club duties and all that, I would say it won't happen again but we both know you don't like liars, Ms C."

"Mr Munson please find your way to an available seat. There's one beside Ms Henderson."

Fuck.

"As I was saying, students will not be allowed to switch classes this semester." Light groans presented themselves around the classroom, and I wanted to join them when I saw my timetable,

Homeroom

Period 1: Biology

Period 2: English

Period 3: History

Period 4: Spanish

Lunch

Period 5: Math

Period 6: Music

Period 7: Chemistry

Period 8: Economics

"Who makes a person cut open a frog first thing in the morning?" I whispered to myself.

"I know right, there has to be some sort of law against it or something, it's disgusting," the deep voice from beside me whispered back. I couldn't move, I could barely breathe. I could feel his body heat beside me.

Why did this have to be a two-person desk?

I've always found it difficult to talk to people, but I've found it especially difficult to talk to him ever since he was in the middle school talent show. Past friends have said it was a crush but I knew that wasn't true. Crushes were only for hopeless romantics and kids.

I hate myself for it, I don't want to seem like all those people who called him a freak.

But ever since Dad left I told myself I never wanted to get close to anyone, yet here I was, sitting thinking about the time I sat in the wings and watched him play with his band. His hair was really short then and he was skinny. Mom said he was all elbows with the way he was holding his guitar. But that didn't matter to me. Just to see him so involved in the music, it was almost like he'd forgotten everyone else could see him.

I swore that after I went out on the stage, played the piano and sang Hello, Hello by Elton John, I'd go backstage and talk to him. However, I was barely 5 words in when my vision went blurry and I was suddenly running off the stage. I remember running to a classroom-turned dressing room and curling up into a ball, completely and utterly embarrassed. I decided from then on that I wasn't going to speak to Eddie ever, I took it as a sign that I wasn't supposed to. So when he talked to me in homeroom, I felt my lips had been sewn shut and that I was rooted to my seat.

Once the bell rang, I jumped from my seat and practically sprinted out the door on my way to Biology, only realising along the way that Eddie might be in my class. I didn't see his timetable, but he agreed with me about biology, so there's always the possibility.

I sat down at the back of the biology class, tying my dark red hair into a ponytail when a girl sat down beside me. I was right about Eddie being in this class, but he sat in front of me with Steve Harrington, so it wasn't so bad. At least he couldn't directly see me unless he fully turned around, and he had no reason to do that.

The girl nudged me with her arm I turned to look at her as she gave a short, small wave.

"I figured we should introduce ourselves because if we don't then this lab partner business is going to get weird really fast because I don't think I would be able to call you buddy or gal for the whole semester, especially considering I hate using both of those words." She rambled on.

I usually don't make friends with people who could talk for hours, but something about this girl was different. Instead of freaking me out, her rambling made me want to chuckle along with her.

"Oh, you're laughing, thank god because I thought you were going to be one of those people who is all work and no talk and that would get irritating really fast." All you could do was smile back.

"I'm Robin by the way! Robin Buckley," She smiled gleefully.

"Y/n Henderson, a pleasure to meet you, Robin," I said back, returning her small wave from earlier.

"Wait, are you Dustin's sister?" Suddenly Steve Harrington was a part of this conversation, pulling me from the happy little bubble Robin had formed around our Biology desk.

I could see Eddie's head turn slightly and all I could manage was an "Uh hmmm" before Mr Wright came in and Robin told Steve to shut up and turn around.

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The day flew by, Robin invited me to sit with her at lunch, and although I would've loved to, my special place was calling to me.

Pushing throw a creaky old door near the end of the school, I made my way into the library. Sliding past the textbook section I found myself perusing the fiction aisle, looking for something to get lost in for an hour.

The smell of the old musty pages was like a personal high, and curling up in a beanbag in the far corner of the room was heavenly. I could relax. I'd missed it all summer, you couldn't relax in the public library during the summer, it doubled up as an arts and crafts centre for kids.

I was in the middle of reading something about a girl caught in a war between the underworld and the real world when the bell rang to signal lunch was over. Grabbing my stuff, I rushed out of the library and into someone, sending me backwards, my glasses flying from the top of my head, the price I pay for not putting them back on correctly.

"Oh, shit are you ok?"

No. No No No NO NO NO. This was not happening. I am not running into this man for the third time today.

Eddie bent down to get my glasses while I fumbled to put my books back in my bag, not daring to look him in the eye in case he could see right through me. His friends from Hellfire were there, snickering not so quietly to themselves.

As he handed them to me, I mumbled a "Thanks", before jumping to my feet despite his offer to help me up, and practically running down the hall as I heard the late bell ring. I had Mrs Mayer for Math and she doesn't take kindly to latecomers. I reached my desk before she got to the room, breathing out a sigh of relief as I slumped down in a chair in the back.

The rest of the school day went by in a blur, and before I knew it the bell rang to signal the end of the day. I rushed to my locker to grab the books that I'd need when Dustin and Mike walked up to me.

"You want a lift home, Mike?" I asked, already knowing what the answer would be.

"Thanks, Y/n! Nancy's working after school with the school newspaper." Mike beamed at me.

"Y'know, there used to be a time when you smiled up at me, nowadays I have to crane my neck just to look at you. It's weird. Stop." I said, the three of us walking out to the car that sat like a glowing yellow sun at the back of the car park.

Even my car has to sit in the back.

"I can't help it, it's puberty or something," Mike laughed back.

"Yeah, well next time you feel like taking a growth spurt, let Dustbin do it instead, poor kid is tiny," I chuckled, feeling a sharp nudge in my side.

"I'll get you for that." Dustin retorted, playfully scowling at me.

Clambering into the car, I began to reverse out of my spot when I saw him about to get in his van, he raised a hand and gave a small wave. My knuckles went white from gripping the steering wheel, and instead of waving back, I drove out of the car park and didn't check the rearview until I was sure he wouldn't be in it.

It's just one year, and then it's over, I told myself mentally

"Oh was that Eddie? I was going to tell you, we joined Hellfire club, We might even become friends with him." Dustin cheerfully said.

Just one year.

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randomartkid-12 · 1 month

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Any amber headcanons to spare? She needs love

Sure! :D

• Amber is the most responsible of the team. (Other than Roy)

• Amber has a large collection of seashells. She loves the beach and anything that reminds her of the beach.

• Continuation of the last one, she grew up in a beach house with her large family. Her and her siblings would all go out to see who could find the most shells! Afterward they would compare and trade them with on another.

• Amber has the largest family on the rescue team. She has 7 siblings. More specifically, 3 brothers and 4 sisters! Because of the big family, money was though but they had a comfortable life.

• Amber is the one that plans all of the celebrations. Roy and Poli set them up, but she plans them! She also bakes all of the treats and cakes.

• Sometimes she and Roy will stay up late before big events cooking and baking. Usually they’re the only ones up and just have fun! They’ll talk & joke, play music, and sometimes even sing karaoke! (Even if Roy can’t sing. Just them having fun!)

• Amber, before she became a nurse, was actually trained to be a vet! She’s very good with treating all kinds of animals, cars, and people.

• She loves jokes. She doesn’t tell them but she loves to listen to Poli ramble on about jokes or stupid things he heard. Amber loves a good laugh!

• Amber is an extreme perfectionist. She often gets upset when no one help out with cleaning. Usually Roy is quick to step up and help, being a perfectionist himself.

• Sometimes Amber will bake Helly small treats when he wants them. Helly is always grateful for her amazing baking skills!

• She often gets upset over the little things. To say the least, she’s the cryer of the team. Amber feels weak and sensitive for getting so upset so easily but her friends always have her back.

• Amber is also the best at singing. She loves to sing in her spare time and is often caught doing it whilst listening to music!

I can always give more if any of you’d like! I enjoy writing headcannons. Ty for the ask!

#robocarpoli #rcp #robocar poli #Amber #Robocar Amber #hc #hcs #Amber hcs #request #reqs open

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rosalind-hawkins · 2 months

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Yay, my first ever ask to someone!

Because I know you love him as much as I do, I'm sure you'll probably won't even have to think very long about the answers: Of course, I'm choosing Duke for the character ask game :D I'd be very much interested in 4, 9, 10, 11, 21, 22, 24 – but of course, choose wichever ones you like or make it everything <3 And for the freebie question a little headcanon: What would be a typical phrase you imagine him saying all the time?

OMG Honored to be your first! <3 <3 <3 And you're right, I always love talking about Duke. Sincerely shocked how little attention he gets overall. And as predicted, I answered way more questions than you asked lol. Enjoy!

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

The cheerleaders. I just, oh boy, wow. Please tell me those girls put those uniforms on themselves and he didn't ask them to. That would be so cringe. >.<

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

So, his English VA, Marc Thompson, does the audiobooks for the Star Wars "Fate of the Jedi" book series that my husband and I are listening to, so I find myself frequently picturing Duke in Star Wars outfits during my Duke Devlin Star Wars Storytime. XD

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Cherry Pie by Warrant, cause I imagine him jamming out to it in his classic car. See also Question 12.

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

Fandom doesn't do enough with him for me to have an answer to this question, but I have seen people giving him new outfits, which I adore. Yes, dress this boy up, he loves it!

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Yes, I appreciate the YGOTAS theme song jokes as much as the next dude, but if you try to find Duke scenes on Youtube, that's all you can find. :(

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

Absolutely. I headcanon that he's really tidy with his personal space, and we could take turns making dinner (thank you Season Four for telling us that he's a good cook).

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

Quite possibly, yeah. I have some creative indie side projects of my own, and I feel like he'd have good feedback if I needed another set of eyes on some new character designs or plot-points. I will also be hitting him up for haircare tips all the time lol.

11. Would you date this character?

If I weren't married and I had a chance, absolutely yes. Don't know if it would work out long-term, but it would be fun.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

I headcanon that he's a big Adam Lambert fan and sings his music in the shower (and everywhere else he sings). Try listening to the Adam Lambert cover of Holding Out For A Hero and try telling me it doesn't have Duke-like levels of drama and flare, I dare you. Other AL songs I think he'd specifically jam to are Fever, Strut, The Light, and Pop That Lock. I don't always have headcanons for a character's taste in music, but I just get really strong vibes on what he's into. I also think he'd listen to a lot of classic rock.

Another few songs that will go on my Duke playlist when I get around to making it: You Put A Spell On Me and Dangerous Hands both by Austin Giorgio, Fangs by Neoni, 100 degrees by Kenzie, basically everything by Steven Rodriguez (there's not a lot, but it's all so sexy), and Play With Fire by Sam Tinnesz ft. Yacht Money.

Okay, I admit defeat, Duke Devlin Playlist Post coming soon. (Songs he listens to, not songs about him.)

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

I'm not going to pick just one, I can't, but I'll give you my top ships: Mastershipping (Kaiba), Minorshipping (Ryou), Snareshipping (Joey). Poly ships: Mumbleshipping (Kaiba + Ryou), Rollshipping (Joey + Ryou), and Petshipping (Kaiba + Joey). Okay, that's just... all my Duke ships. XD But they're all so good!

I'm intrigued by the idea of Ishizu x Duke, which doesn't have a name. I'm not sure they really know what to make of each other, but I think that keeps them intrigued with each other. I think a first date with them, or even just a flirting scene, could be real fun. She's serious and scholarly, he's fun and free-spirited. They could balance each other.

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

Him and Tristan, Chaseshipping I think. I think they could be friends just fine, I just don't see the chemistry there.

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

I'm leaving out ship characters for the sake of this question.

I actually think he and Mai could be really good pals, they'd go shopping and talk about bfs/gfs and have a good time. They also both own convertibles, so you know they have some of the same tastes.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

One thing that's always fun for me is Duke's flirting. Can't say I'm a master of writing flirtation, but I do my best to make Duke look like a master of it, because he is. I do generally just love writing him so much, though. He's one of the least angsty characters that I write, so he always puts me in a happier headspace.

In my fic Rock Bottom, he's a solid friend to Seto without being too nosy, which Seto appreciates so much. They understand each other on an intellectual level, but even after Seto's like "no thanks" to a relationship, Duke makes it clear that he's always free to change his mind in a no-pressure way. He's supportive but not nosy. I've got a chapter coming up (spoilers) in RB Season Three where Seto just needs somewhere to chill and lay low, hide from reality, and Duke's like, "I won't say a word to anyone that you're here, it's fine, no explanation needed, just take a deep breath pal." Doesn't ask what's going on, just takes him in for the night. (Also negotiates him into cuddles, but that's separate lol.)

He's just there for people, doesn't need answers (unless things are bad enough that some kind of involvement is just necessary).

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?

I like when people fill out the details of him balancing his responsibilities between his game shop and managing DDM, or flesh out his relationship with Pegasus even if it's not central to the story. There's just so much more to this boy that we don't get to see, and that stuff just feels like such a necessary backdrop to the rest of his life.

23. Favorite picture(s) of this character?

DSOD did this boy right. He's just so pretty. :')

But also, look at this boy pretending to read while he eavesdrops. And he set up that hammock so dang high off the ground? Looking down on everybody? No, boy has the high ground, tactical advantage. I love him.

And wait, what's that? The most Mastershipping moment in the entire anime, you say? Show me!

Oh. Oh dear. ;P But, for so many reasons, I'll genuinely never get over this scene.

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

I'm gonna try to stick to canon behaviors and traits for this and not let headcanons influence it too much.

ZEN/Hyun Ryu from Mystic Messenger has the same "I'm pretty and I know it" vibe as Duke and shares the casual-but-constant flirting behavior (also ponytail bros). This is a fun comparison for me because their hair and eye colors are also exact opposites.

From Nanbaka, I'd have to go with Uno, who can be abrasive at times with his enemies/rivals, doesn't let his friends fight alone, and shares the "ladies love me, I know I'm pretty, look at how well I take care of my luscious long hair" confident attitude. Also like Duke, there's a good few times where a friend is doing something/rash or unwise, and he tries to talk reason to them. Also obsessed with games, so they have that hobby in common. He also compulsively flirts with every woman in the vicinity (except the warden, because she's terrifying and he knows better). Real smooth operator, even with the dudes.

From UtaPri, I'd have to go with Ren Jinguji. Look, they're even hammock bros! Exceptionally confident, but also a bit mysterious. Flirty with the ladies, not that he even needs to try that hard. Actually pretty laid back and down to earth most of the time.

He also just moves the way I imagine Duke moving, with that fluid grace of a man's who's totally comfortable in his own skin. Just look at him!!!! LOOK AT THE HIP! *chefs kiss*

Another thing all these boys have in common is a strong fashion sense in addition to a strong sense of showmanship (ZEN as an actor and Ren as an idol, this is obvious, but Uno just can't help showing off lol), two great traits that Duke also has.

26. FREEBIE QUESTION!!

Honestly, I can imagine him using "yo" a lot, not exactly a phrase, but a slang term. If anyone tells him something like "that's not cool anymore" he just responds with "it is when I say it ;)"

If we're leaning into my headcanons of him as a good cook, maybe he sometimes uses "now we're cooking with gas!" He probably has to explain this to Tristan and/or Joey, which launches him into the discussion of gas vs electric stoves. He's a strong believer in gas stoves being superior. I wouldn't say he's a snob when it comes to cooking, but there's certain things in the kitchen that he has a strong opinion on.

Bonus Headcanon

Duke Devlin's top Halloween Costumes: some kind of imp/demon/devil (let your imagination run wild with this one, because he definitely did), one of his Monster World OCs, the Phantom of the Opera, vampire, ninja.

#ask #answered ask #headcanon #duke devlin #ryuji otogi #otogi ryuji #song recommendation #musings #long post #thank you again for letting me talk about him more #i love him so much #i do recommend the “Fate of the Jedi” series to any Star Wars fans #it's good old canon stuff #theduchessofboredom

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