#and then he sends vague notes like 'make this look better' and we get in a 20 min fight mediated by the HR guy

[six-of-ravens]

sometimes i wonder if my neighbours can hear me ranting about whatever coworker I'm mad at this day (....hour). i think it'd be real funny if I walked outside one day and the guy down the hall said "so have you killed John yet?"

#no but it's getting close #this guy i swear... #half the problem is that hes kind of a dick and talks down to people/is always ranting about how our system and products are shit #so all the people who actually build said products have a chip on their shoulder #and then if you try to call him out on it hes like 'oh well i didn't mean YOU were shitty our websites are all just GARBAGE....' #and then he sends vague notes like 'make this look better' and we get in a 20 min fight mediated by the HR guy #because wtf does 'make this look better' mean #and we SHOULD be charging the client for this time spent making it 'look better' so don't JUST TELL CLIENTS WE'LL DO STUFF FOR FREE #anyway. fuckin guy.

[ew-selfish-art]

DPxDC AU: Tim receives an interesting email from DalvCo explaining why the CEO is not to be trusted- It's an internal email and suddenly Tim is experiencing supernatural phenomena. He knows that the two events are absolutely related, but he's going to let the cutie stumble his way through data points and vague threats anyway.

(Sorry this got long lmao)

Tim is exhausted after a long night of staking out a new drug cartel with Hood (which in itself took a lot of energy from both of them to have the patience for the other- things are good, not great)... so right now he's logging into his WE email on the train to his office because he's incredibly late. And while he scrolls and contemplates the failsafes he has to make sure Tam doesn't murder him outright- he sees an unexpected email from Vladimir Masters.

Tim's curiosity is piqued, he'd thought that Vlad would have gotten the hint after Tim dismissed him at that Christmas gala a few years ago. Most people took Tim's snubbing as a fatality in the Gotham socialite scene- Most knew him to be 'an agreeable young man', and Tim's reputation had paid a small price for making Vlad's failed vibe check known to the room. The tabloids blamed it on the champagne glass he had in his hand- Has he mentioned how much he hates Vicky Vale lately??

Tim has a few stops to go and he's pretty sure that he's going to delete the email, but in sleep deprived inspiration, he decides it might as well entertain him while he waits. The letter isn't at all what he expected.

"Hello Wayne Enterprise's CEO Tim Drake, I'm sending you this letter on behalf of the entire Midwest to advise that you, under no circumstances, come into contact with or speak to the CEO of DalvCo Vlad Masters. He is underhanded and utilizes untraceable tactics to procure deals. We have reason to believe you may be targeted in the next few days and hope that you are able to take steps for your own safety to avoid Vlad Masters at all costs.

Sincerely, 👑"

Tim feels bewildered for a moment and then... Like a cat with a new toy mouse. A game was afoot! He needed to track down these hackers, he needed to be their best fucking friend (find out their secrets & Vlads) and he needed to apprehend Vlad ASAP! Untraceable tactics? Tim scoffs, but the challenge excites him.

Arriving at WE, Tam looks ready to throw a knife his way (he reminds her that Pru does it better) and states that if Vlad Masters tries to make an appointment- accept it but give him the run around. Make an appointment and continue to contest it, change it, delay it until Tim is actually ready for him. The lights start to flicker, both of them notice it.

Everytime Tim gets a second to investigate Vlad in his office, the room's temperature drops. Tim notices it, and having experienced a number of supernatural phenomena, he knows it has to be related.

Tim decides not to beat around the bush. He comes back to the office that night equipped with a Ouija board, candles and a bag of other occult accessories. He quickly finds, upon setting up, that there is now a groaning Teenager in front of him- lambasting his efforts and chastizing him for taking a meeting with Vlad. Did he not get the fuckin memo??

Tim quickly begins to ask his questions, grateful to not have to deal with the party game board, and takes diligent notes.

"Right, so, you're just a concerned citizen ghost who knows what kind of nefarious deeds Vlad gets up to, how?" ---

Danny is losing his shit. Here he is, having done all the ground work to tell this guy not to meet with Vlad and he's already got him on the schedule! Danny took a page from Technus' book and transported himself alongside the short email. He didn't get this guy at all! Tim was like, basically the same age and clearly super fucking smart, why was he acting like this was a fucking birthday gift? Scratch that, the dude has a Ouija Board- it's like a lame ass birthday party in here!

Danny cannot help himself but return to the visible spectrum and give this guy a talking to- Which, the atmosphere of a birthday party still doesn't change, for ancient's sake this guy is taking notes with a megawatt smile! He's smiling! Danny just described Vlad taking down like, three American dynasties and the dude is nodding his head along gleefully.

Then suddenly, Danny realizes that he might be on the chopping block. Tim asks his first question and it's not about Vlad at all.

"Er, yeah. Just a concerned ghost citizen." Danny cringes.

"Right, and that's why you hacked into the Mayor of your town's email... Right Tucker?"

Danny blanches, not because the guy knew about Amity Park, but because apparently Tucker's online persona had been compromised. SHIT.

"Uh, I'm not Tucker." Danny attempts to lie- why was he so bad at lying again?!

"Of course you aren't, he's currently playing doomed, but it would have been smart to take the out I offered you. Do you want to tell me your name or do you want me to throw out another random guess? You should know that I've done my homework."

"...It's Danny."

"Certainly not Danny Fenton? Who is, sorry to say it, heir to DalvCo? The same one who totally doesn't have a school record of absences equivalent to well documented town hauntings?"

"Yep." Danny cringes, and giving up the goat, transforms back into his human self, "But seriously dude, you can't meet with Vlad. He'll just... take it all."

Tim blinks at him a few times, and his cheeks flush. Danny desperately tries to ignore that response as well as his own (he knows his ears are red, sue him).

"Right. Well, how would you like an internship? First order of business would be meeting with me and my PA Tam and helping us play ball." The guy has a feral grin. The grin kind of scares Danny, it definitely annoys him and a small part of him is curiously charmed.

"Dude you're not hearing me-" Danny tries before being cut off.

"Yeah yeah, supernatural bullshit is involved, Got that." Tim waves him off. Okay never mind, not charmed at all, Danny is completely annoyed.

"I swear to all the ancients-" Danny has to stop himself to calm down, "Dude consider yourself fucking haunted. I'm not helping you with a suicide mission to talk to the creep and I will be making your ass miserable for deciding to go down this path."

"Is that a promise?" Tim is basically batting his eyelashes at Danny and Danny is desperately trying to ignore that.

"Bet." And then he goes invisible.

"That's cute, pretending to leave me." Tim smirks and Danny can't help but let out an exasperated groan.

As it turns out, Tim is incredibly difficult to spook and his normal haunting methods are not fucking working. Has this guy just, like, seen every single horror movie?

----

Tim knows this is going to be fun, even if it means not going out as Red Robin for a while... Maybe he should get back into his night photography and give the guy a chance to enhance the creepiness of Gotham? Maybe start going to restaurants alone and get the guy to join him at a secluded two person table? Tim has plans on plans on plans.

#dcxdp #dp x dc #dc crossover #dp crossover #danny phantom #tim drake #is it a haunting if the guy being haunted dupes you into dating him? #braindead ship #timxdanny #lmao please take this somewhere. I beg. #tim who has been fear gased too many times and dealt with ras: ur haunting is so fkn cute omg #danny: please take my haunting seriously and reconsider meeting with vlad #vlad: stupid fucking teenagers overbooking their schedule #dc x dp #dpxdc

[irisintheafterglow]

coparenting!megumi with satoru where one of you gets lost after school supply shopping it's not the actual child that gets lost

"megs, where's satoru?"

"i thought he was with you."

"that's a problem, then, because he hasn't been with me for the past ten minutes." you plop down next to him, sliding your sunglasses to the top of your head and taking in the busy park in front of you. the weather was comfortable today, cool enough that you weren't sweating but warm enough to have megumi's ice cream dripping down the cone toward his little fingers. you wordlessly hand him a napkin and he takes it without looking at you, continuing to observe the people throwing around a frisbee or having a picnic in the sunshine. there was a playground on the other side of the field and you could vaguely make out the blurry forms of children running about. "you can go play, if you want. i can stay and watch the stuff."

"i don't really want to," he replies. "i like sitting here with you." the corner of your mouth turns up into a smile. he was barely big enough for his legs to touch the ground and he absentmindedly kicked his feet back and forth under the bench. "do we need to go anywhere else today?"

"i don't think so, no. i think we got everything that you'll need for next week." he nods in assent and the toes of his shoes brush against the plastic grocery bags holding his new school supplies.

you could tell megumi was excited, in his own quiet way, when the car pulled into the parking lot of the store. as much as he acted as the bane of satoru's existence, you knew he liked spending time with both of you. you stopped satoru with a gentle hand on his shoulder when his lanky legs ran for a cart, gesturing toward megumi heading down the first aisle, basket in hand. you barely had to do anything for most of the trip; at most, you'd remind the boy of a specific type of pencil or notebook he needed and provide feedback if he was split between two different designs. any additions by satoru were pointedly ignored by the boy unless they were reiterated by you. "if you need anything else, just let satoru know and he'll bring it to your school."

"you can't drop it off instead?"

"i know i usually do, but i have an assignment that's sending me out of town. you'll have to make do with your esteemed mentor for a bit." you smirk and nudge his shoulder with your elbow, chuckling softly when he frowns. it was a little funny, seeing a child have the expression of a businessman desperately waiting for retirement. "what is it, megs?"

"he scares all my teachers." you choke on the sip you take from your bottle, jolting forward and laugh-coughing your way to normal breathing again. it didn't surprise you, what megumi said; it was the incredibly straightforward, slightly amused note in his voice that had water going down the wrong pipes. "i'm serious. whenever you're visiting, people always gush about how well you take care of me."

"and when satoru comes around?"

"they hide." a prideful noise escapes your throat and the two of you have identical smirks as you sit on the bench. your eyes carefreely scan the field for any bright white hair or screams of commotion that could indicate your boyfriend's presence, but there are no such things. nonetheless, you're not worried. he always found his way back to you somehow.

at least, that's what you think.

you feel the telltale buzz-buzz-buzz of your phone in your back pocket and roll your eyes when you see the caller id.

"hello?"

"i'm lost."

"mmm, poor baby," you deadpan, glancing at megumi to see a small smile on his face.

"aren't you going to come find me?" his voice is teasingly playful, implying that he disappeared on purpose just for the hell of it.

"i'm not playing hide and seek with you, satoru. just come back to the ice cream cart."

"but it's so much more fun if you come get me instead," he argues, his voice slightly too insistent for you to think that he's joking. he better be kidding.

"satoru."

"okay, fine. i actually don't know where the hell i am." he is not kidding.

you sigh, standing and taking megumi's hand. "just retrace your steps, sweetheart." you stand and walk a random direction in hopes that your navigationally-challenged boyfriend would find his way to you. the plastic handle of the store bag digs into the crook of your elbow as you continue to hold the phone up to your ear. "can you describe your surroundings?"

"uh, trees."

"those are everywhere, satoru. we're in a park." you can't help the giggle that escapes your lips towards the tail end of your sentence. the irony of the most powerful human on earth being lost in a park was priceless. "any specific monuments or something that i can head to?"

"there's a big field-"

"again, baby, this is a park. look, i'm just gonna do the thing. if you can't find us from that, you might need to rethink your career choice." megumi stifles a snicker from next to you and you abruptly hang up, cutting off the distorted protests blaring from your phone. you have a seat on the grass and megumi mirrors your position, taking your hand when you offer it to him. "just like we practiced, okay?" he sighs impatiently, but you knew it wasn't you he was irritated with. "alright, i'll go first and then you add on to me, yeah?"

stretching your neck from side to side, you close your eyes and slowly channel more cursed energy until it engulfs your entire body. soon, you feel megumi's faint but determined aura bump against yours. after less than a minute, instinct tells you that satoru received your beacon and you look over your shoulder to see him strolling casually across the lawn. he's tall enough that, when he finally stands above you and megumi, he blocks out most of the sun. you can barely see his eyes, but you know he can see the exasperation on your face. he merely beams at you like you produced the oxygen he was breathing.

"found you."

"took you long enough." he effortlessly pulls you up from the ground and you stumble, nearly slamming into his chest. "where did you end up going, anyway?"

"there's an old daycare center towards the back of the park. sensed something there and wanted to kill it before it bothered us," he explains, humming when you brush your fingers over the fabric covering his eyes. he delicately takes your hand and presses light kisses to your knuckles, so dotingly you'd think either of you had just come back from war. you're about to kiss him properly when a small voice clears its throat some ways below you. your face heats, suddenly remembering megumi is still there.

"are we ready to go, or should i give you two a few minutes?" satoru's jaw drops in indignancy.

"watch it, megs, or i'm gonna have satoru be the one dropping off all of your things during the school year." your hand ruffles the black spikes of his hair and he pouts.

"please don't."

"wait, what's wrong with me bringing your things?" megumi exhales tiredly like he'd clocked out of his 9-5 and walks ahead to the parking lot. you and satoru lag behind, his arm wrapped around your waist and matching his steps with yours.

"i'll explain in the car. will you be able to find it okay, lost child?" you raise your eyebrows patronizingly, putting on your best doe-eyed gaze. he scoffs, but you're not done making fun of him just yet. "whatever shall i do if you were to suddenly disappear? i may be forced to find another...suitor." you bat your eyelashes dramatically and you can see his eyes rolling behind his blindfold.

"ha, ha. very funny." his hands ever so slightly squeeze the flesh around your hip and you jump. "now i know how it feels when i start reciting shakespeare over minor inconveniences." you laugh and melt a little when his thumb draws apologetic little circles on your waist. god, he's so in love with you.

"i'm surprised you didn't start monologuing on the phone. it worried me."

"you don't ever need to worry about finding me because i'll always come back."

"you promise?"

"on the moon and the stars."

prompt is from @youneedsomeprompts because coparenting megumi inspiration comes and goes from my mind like an endangered species :))

hope you enjoyed ! likes, reblogs, and feedback are always appreciated <3

#gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo fluff #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #satoru gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #fushiguro megumi

[yelspyder]

gnt do ceu, fico tao feliz de encontrar outro br 😍😍

poderia pedir miguel x reader, em q a lyla percebe q ele gosta do reader e ela tenta dar um jeitinho p ajudar o miguel

enfim oq só as melhores i.a podem fazer😉

˚‧⁺.-"All you need is to be struck by one of Cupid's arrows"

↳ summary: Miguel lives in denial about his little crush, so Lyla is forced to help.

↳ characters: Miguel O'Hara

↳ Gn! Spidey Reader

↳ notes: another brazilian? I didn't think I'd find another one, but it's a pleasant surprise. we must stick together 💪Honestly, I don't have much confidence in my writing, but I hope you like it and thanks for asking.

Miguel was in love and it was obvious. At least for Lyla. He occasionally glared at you, looked like an abandoned puppy when you left, and was absolutely more than willing to do anything you asked.

What irritated Lyla the most was that he never had the nerve to ask you out. Come up to you and ask for a mission report? That was easy for Miguel. Send you on a complicated mission? Pft, he did that almost all the time. But simply asking you out? He had no idea how to do this, not that he planned to do that.

She couldn't take Miguel anymore with the face of a dog that fell off a moving truck when you're not around. It wasn't hard to ask you out. If Miguel didn't do it, she would do it for him herself. Deciding to change that, Lyla started checking Miguel's schedule and your own. Lyla smiled when she found a vague moment in common in the two schedules. Now, it was simple. All Lyla had to do was make a date and everything would be fine.

Miguel was confused when he got a notification from his schedule saying he had an event in two hours. He was pretty sure he didn't have any other meetings that day.

As soon as he checked his calendar and saw that he had an appointment with you, he panicked and called Lyla, demanding an answer.

"Lyla, what does that mean? You take care of my schedule and I never set up this meeting." His heart was beating fast now. A date with you? This could only be a joke.

Lyla materialized beside Miguel and glared at him with a mischievous smile before speaking. "That's exactly what you saw, boss. You have this meeting in two hours. You better start getting ready and maybe even buy some gifts. People like presents, you know?"

"But I never scheduled this meeting!" Miguel looked at Lyla with a mixture of anger, despair, and confusion. "Exactly why I, your amazing assistant, did this for you. If it were up to you, you would be stranded for the rest of your life."

"I never gave you permission to do this-" "But now it's done. At this point, the calendar notification has arrived and has probably already been read. There's no way to stop it anymore. And since I'm a very generous assistant, I'll help you get dressed for your first date with your crush."

At this point, he was mortified not knowing how to respond. He would never have expected to go on a date like this. Miguel didn't answer anything and just stood there, not knowing what to do.

"Don't worry boss, you'll thank me later. Oh, and the appointment I made is in earth 57, at that restaurant you like to go to. I made a reservation in your name."

After taking a moment to compose himself, Miguel still wanted to argue with Lyla, but he already knew he couldn't cancel the meeting anymore. He sighed before speaking. "Just....guide me"

Lyla laughed excitedly and began to ramble on about which outfit he should wear.

Hours later, Miguel could be seen wearing a casual outfit and with a bouquet of flowers sitting at the table while waiting for you. As soon as you arrived and greeted him, he quickly got up from the chair he was sitting in and greeted you back, offering you the bouquet of flowers. You can barely thank him before he pulls out a chair for you to sit down.

He was slightly flushed in the face the entire dinner while you carried on a casual conversation. At first, Miguel only gave a few short and brief answers because he was embarrassed. However, after some time of conversation, he opened up more and it really started to have a date atmosphere.

Right after the two finished eating, Miguel insisted on paying the bill. He ended up accompanying you for a short night walk in Central Park and, before you opened a portal and returned to your house, you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek thanking you for the pleasant encounter.

Miguel was paralyzed for a while after you left, but he traced his cheek with his hand as a small, dreamy smile formed on his lips.

Maybe what Lyla had done wasn't all bad.

Maybe...

#across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x gender neutral reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x you #spiderverse x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderman #atsv x you #atsv miguel #atsv x y/n #atsv #atsv pavitr #gwen stacy #miles morales #hobbie brown

[chronicbeans]

Wally and a Puppeteer Reader (part 11)

Looks like we are getting close to the end. Idk how many more parts there will be but I, for once, gotta plan in mind! Yippee!

TW: Obsessive Behavior, Idol Worshipping, Interrogation, Derealization, Scopophobia/Eye Imagery, Threats

🎥 You have waited a couple days for this. You wanted to make sure that Henry was alright after what happened. Currently, he and his uncle are out, picking Angela up from the hospital. No one is home, so it is the perfect time for this.

🎥 You place Wally down on your bed, before placing two heavy books on the extra blanket hanging off of the ends of the knot you tied to heep him down. He squirms, looking up at you with the most fearful eyes you have ever seen... on a puppet, at least. Nothing could ever beat the fear you saw in the eyes of Eddie's puppeteer when they handed you the box holding this cursed puppet.

🎥 Speaking of, the puppet opens its mouth, crying out "Let me go! I'm sorry! I didn't hurt her! I think I just spooked her... she tripped on her own!" You shake your head "I don't really care about whether or not you did or didn't do that... Because, even if you didn't, you still hurt people! What about the person YOU filled with staples? Or the one you dropped a bucket of paint on, cracking their head open?! Or these cursed notes and drawings you kept sending me?! You still did damage to people, including me! I have been going insane from fear because of you!"

🎥 His eyes widen more so than they already were. He grows silent, looking around. He begins to mutter "No... no no no... I never meant to... I never meant to hurt YOU!" He then looks you straight in the eyes, the most intense stare held within his own. His pupils seem to expand until they overtake the entirety of his large eyes. "I NEED YOU. I would never hurt you willingly! I thought the notes were lovely! The drawings, too! Isn't it nice to know that your most faithful puppet is watching over you? The paint guy was being mean to you! He deserved it! I even warned him before I did it. I always saw the other guy with Eddie, so I thought it would be fitting if he delivered mail to you! See? I put so much thought into it all so it would be perfect! I love you! I am so sorry you didn't see what I meant to get across..."

🎥 You take a step back, placing your hands on your hips "Oh, you got your message across, alright. I know you love me. You love me too much. You love me to a dangerous degree and you clearly are willing to harm people for the smallest of reasons. I know the boss will probably fire me for this, but I think it would be best if I just burned you-"

🎥"NO! NO, DON'T DO THAT! I mean-!" He looks over to the clock in your room, before saying "I mean... can we... can we have one last round on set? Whatever story you want, you can tell! You can make me do anything you like! I don't care... I can clearly see that I deserve it... I caused so much damage. If you want me burned, I can't stop you. I am your puppet. You are in control, right? Just one more little story. For me? For your good, friendly neighbor?"

🎥 You feel... uncomfortable. However, you think about it for a bit. The studio is far from most other people and since Wally can talk, he can probably scream. It would be... concerning, to say the least, if your neighbors saw you burning a screaming, flailing thing that looked vaguely like a person. So, it might be for the best that you go through with his wishes. "Alright. You want one more story? You will get one more story. You better not double-cross me, though."

🎥 Wally nods, a his permanent grin widening. "Don't worry. I won't. As I said, I would never hurt you intentionally. Let's go! Now! I wanna go now!" You untie him, before slinging him over your shoulder and placing him in your car. You drive to the studio, listening to Wally talking about how much he can't wait to see Barnaby, Julie, and all the others. You tune him out, focusing entirely on the road and your destination.

🎥 You arrive, parking your car and hopping out. You grab Wally, before reaching into the glove box and taking out your emergency key to the studio. You really don't understand why the boss gives everyone a key. Apparently it is so they can have someone open the door if they lose their own? You don't really care, though. All you care about is finishing whatever this puppet has started.

#welcome home #wally darling x reader #wally darling #welcome home arg

[cemeteryry]

just saw that you want a request of Miguel X male reader, where reader also a spider man and accidentally get hurt while on a mission. Miguel saw this and get mad at reader because he's worried then things get heat up and Miguel take reader to somewhere private where no one else is and fuck him. oh- and maybe top Miguel X Bottom male reader<3

don't want you getting hurt [miguel o'hara x male reader] (nsfw)

note: i proofread this very quickly so i may edit later on as needed. also, i'm still fairly new to fic-writing so i apologize if anything doesn't sound the best ;(

another note: i had originally (accidentally) turned this into a (2.1k words so far) hurt/comfort fic ... if anyone's interested in seeing that, lmk and i'll finish it!

cw/includes: vague mention of reader getting hurt, biting, unprotected sex (pls be safe irl), anal sex, rough sex, slight exhibitionism (he wants you to be as loud as possible so people around know how well he's pleasing you) praise, brief spanish use (i tried my best to use the right terms/words), cumming inside, amab terms

★

crash

you heard someone yell your name as you were thrown into a pile of fallen rubble. you groaned from the dull pain in your leg but swiftly got up and rejoined the fight. shaking yourself off, you swung yourself up to help miguel and jess.

this was nothing compared to some of your other injuries, they were expected in this line of work. it didn’t bother you, it was worth it if it meant saving even one person.

unknown to you, though, it did bother someone. as you rejoined the fight at hand, you noticed miguel staring at you. he was probably just frustrated with you for letting your guard down enough for someone to send you flying. you broke the eye contact and landed a punch to the villain the three of you were up against. it took some effort but eventually, you guys managed to trap him in a cocoon of webbing and brought him back to headquarters.

you were about to head back to your personal quarters when you heard a voice calling your name, “i would like to speak with you.”

you raised an eyebrow, “what about?”

“just follow me,” miguel instructed.

you sighed, you just wanted to head back to your room and unwind. well, at least you got to spend some more time around the guy you had a tiny thing for. okay, well, maybe it wasn’t so tiny. you found him insanely attractive and fantasized about him more often than you’d like to admit, but that wasn’t the point. right now the issue is he’s taking you somewhere and you have no idea where or why.

he led you into his office and leaned against a table. you leaned across a table across from him and tried asking why he wanted to speak to you again.

he sighed and then began, “you need to be more careful.”

you blinked a few times. there was no way he brought you here because he was upset that you took a hit, that happened to everyone all the time. confused, you looked at him, “you brought me here… to tell me that?”

he looked to the side, avoiding eye contact. looking up, he closed his eyes, then spoke, “i don’t like seeing you get hurt.”

you were so tired that all you wanted to do was just collapse onto your bed. starting to get irritated from the exhaustion, you responded, “we get hurt all the time,” you were starting to get upset, “if that’s all please just tell me so i can go rest and take care of myse-”

he cut you off, “you’re not understanding, i don't like seeing you get hurt,” bringing his eyes down to meet yours, his tone beginning to sound irritated as well, “you just don’t seem to care if you get injured, i need you to take better care of yourse-”

this time, you cut him off, “excuse me? i’m doing just fine taking care of myself, i’m not understanding why you’re acting like you care so much about my well-being,” things were starting to get heated, you were irritated with him for making you come here for this incredibly weird talk and he was upset because… well, you weren’t sure why he was irritated. he must just be bothered that you’re being reckless because that may cause him to lose another spider-person, you, to an injury.

miguel’s gaze intensified and that had you worried you had pissed him off. he took a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm himself but you decided to speak before he did, “if you’re done pretending that you actually care about me as a person then i’d say we’re done he-”

“we are not done here,” he growled, he was angry now. “do you ever use your head and think that maybe i’m not just acting or pretending? that maybe i just really do care about you? did that ever occur to you?”

you were speechless, what the hell were you even supposed to say to that? you sat there in silence for a minute, then finally spoke up. matching his volume, you began, “then why didn’t you ever tell me? why did you just leave me here to think i was alone in all of th-”

“because i was afraid!” miguel yelled, “i was afraid you’d think badly of me, that you would hate me and leave!”

“well i don’t and i’m right here!” you yelled back, “i’m right here and i’m not leaving!”

he stopped and looked down, this stunning him. after a few seconds, he looked back up and met your eyes, “damn right you’re not.”

confused, you tilted your head, “what is that supposed to me-”

you were cut off by him closing the distance between you two and pushing you against the table you were leaning against. he growled in your ear, “you’re not going anywhere, eres mio,” as he began tracing his fangs along your neck. you couldn’t help but moan at the sensation, throwing your head back to give him more room to bite and suck.

“that’s it, mi amor, i want to hear you. be loud for me, yeah?” he licked at your neck, “let everyone know how good i’m making you feel.”

you moaned again, a tent beginning to form in your suit. you noticed his hard-on as well and groaned.

he began pulling down your suit, exposing your chest. he brought his mouth to one of your nipples and sucked on it, then gave it a light bite that made you whimper from the slight pain.

after nipping at your chest, he made quick work of removing the rest of your suit. soon enough, you were left standing there naked. he took in the sight of you, appreciating every single angle and curve of your body. his eyes hovered lower down, though, and you couldn’t help but smile.

miguel then began removing his own suit, standing exposed in front of you in less than a minute. your eyes trailed down and… whoa, he was huge. you had no idea how you were supposed to take him. he must’ve noticed your worry because he looked back up at you, smirking, “i’ll be gentle with you.”

he lifted you up onto the table and this sent a rush throughout your body. sliding his hands under your legs, he lifted your lower body up slightly. it was just enough that he could easily slide into you when ready. his dick was pressed against you and you shivered at the feeling, trying to move closer to him to feel more of him against you. 

“impatient, are we?” he teased. he then removed one of his hands from under your leg and pressed a finger against your hole, “need to prepare you, don’t want you getting hurt,” he smiled.

miguel slowly inserted the finger and you let out a pornographic moan at the sensation. he slowly thrust it in and out of you a few times before adding a second, and then a third. at three you had your head thrown back, now far too preoccupied to care about the noises escaping from your mouth. he increased his pace and tears threatened to fall from your eyes, the pleasure and pain already feeling overwhelming.

to your disappointment, he removed his fingers and you whined at the empty feeling. miguel didn’t give you a chance to complain before smirking and lining himself up with you and then pushing inside. you groaned and tears fell from your eyes at the mixed feeling of pleasure and pain from the stretch. it felt both heavenly and like he was splitting you in half because of his size. it only took a few thrusts before you were forgetting about the pain, and only focused on how amazing he felt inside of you.

“there you go… that’s it, cariño,” miguel whispered, “ taking my dick so well…”

you couldn’t control the sounds you were making, the feeling was overwhelming and incredible.

it wasn’t long before he began giving in to his desire and started thrusting harder and harder into you, “you don’t have any idea… how long i’ve been thinking about- about doing this to you.” his movements were growing rougher and quicker. he was almost animalistic with how he was fucking you. you couldn’t stop yourself from yelling out his name over and over again. anyone that happened to be nearby would definitely know exactly what he was doing to you.

he removed his hands from under your thighs and pinned your hands above your head, leaning above you and slowing his pace as he brought his face close to your neck. you felt his fangs tease the sensitive skin, and then he bit down, blood beading from the small wound he had inflicted and you screamed his name, louder than before and louder than you meant to. skin turning red from irritation, he licked at the area attempting to soothe the wound. you loved the fact that you’d be carrying that mark from him long after this.

bringing himself back up, he returned to the brutal pace he had set before. he let out a groan as he attempted to say something, “close…” he wrapped a hand around your dick and started jerking you off and that’s when you lost it, cumming almost immediately and painting your stomach white as he continued fucking you through your orgasm.

seeing you cum was enough to send miguel over the edge and he was then filling you up with his load. he gave a last few sloppy thrusts, chasing the high, then collapsed over you, holding himself up with one arm.

he stayed inside of you for a few minutes as you both came down from everything. when he finally did pull out, you moaned as you felt his cum leaking from you. miguel looked over at you, smiling, “we are definitely doing this again.”

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#miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x male reader #miguel o'hara smut #male reader #x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #spider verse #smut #fan fiction

[missvelvetsstuff]

Just A Number

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader meets Bucky at a party and the attraction is more than either one of them wants to resist.

Notes: Since most stories are younger readers I felt like having a more mature reader could be a nice change of pace. Especially since I'm creeping up on senior discounts and want to believe Bucky could fall in love with someone like me.

I try to keep my readers description vague but, as always, she's female, tall and this one is obviously 40+

**I'm so sorry this has taken so long. Life has been rough and I've had a hard time focusing on anything besides survival.

I hope it was worth the wait.

Chapter 7

Bucky shot up out of bed at the sound of his phone ringing. "Fuck" he grumbled when he saw it was 4am and Sam was calling.

"Hey terminator, we have work to do. Meet me at Fort Hamilton asap."

Bucky grunted "Yeah." And went to take a shower and gear up. He was about to board the plane when he remembered he was supposed to see Y/N this week.

"Fuck" he swore to himself and pulled his phone out to send her a text.

'Sorry for the early morning text, doll. Sam needs me. I'll call asap. XO'

Bucky shook his head to clear his thoughts of her and focus on what Sam was saying as they boarded. All he caught was "-I don't like him either but we need to play nice." before he looked up to see his worst nightmare.

John looked up from his phone and grimaced when he saw Bucky. That look improved Bucky's mood instantly and he grinned at John.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

"Morning Johnny! Long time no see! How the Hell have you been?" Bucky almost giggled as he slapped John's shoulder a little too hard.

John shot him a foul look "I don't know what you're so happy about. My nephew isn't going to put up with you ruining his mother."

Bucky's smile grew "He doesn't really have much say in the matter."

John scoffed "It figures you're ok with breaking up a family, taking a mother from her children."

Bucky couldn't help the laugh that broke through "From her children? They are both adults. He's 30 and his sister is looking forward to meeting me."

He looked John in the eye and winked "Better me than you."

Sam chuckled under his breath, happy to see Bucky's confidence up after his time with Y/N. Making John Walker squirm was just icing.

Before John could come up with a decent comeback, Torres came out to tell them they were taking off and to buckle up.

Once they were airborne Sam cleared his throat as he pulled up a map on the table and they started working out a strategy. John challenged everything Bucky said, throwing out some backhanded compliments for good measure. Bucky couldn't wipe the smirk off of his face which only angered John more, until he slammed his fist against the table, cracking the screen and reaching the end of Sam's rope.

"ENOUGH!" Sam shouted and turned to glare at John. "I don't give a single fuck about your problem with Bucky or what he's doing with your adult sister or how her adult kids feel about it. We're here to do a job and you need to get it together!"

John snapped "Fine" and looked at Bucky "But we need to talk once this is done."

Bucky shrugged "Whatever you say." still grinning.

Sam shook his head and finalized their plan.

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Y/N stepped out of her shower and got ready for work before looking at her phone to see if Pepper had any requests before she made it to the office. Her heart sped up when she saw there was a text from Bucky but fell when she read he was on a mission. She shook it off, Pepper usually kept her too busy to let her thoughts wander away from work.

When she went for coffee Dawn was at the table. Y/N told her about the text from Bucky which brought a laugh out.

Y/N glared at her "That's not very nice!"

Dawn coughed "On no, sorry Sissy. I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at our dear brother. I got a text from Olivia and Johnny was called in for a thing with Sam. Johnny must be thrilled to spend the next week with the two of them. I hope he doesn't let his temper get him into more trouble." She sighed "Anyhow, she's coming for dinner tonite. Poor thing sounded desperate to get out of the house."

Y/N shook her head "I'm sure he keeps her on a tight leash. Of all the people you and Johnny brought home during high school, I really thought she was smart enough to see through him. Love really can make us stupid."

Dawn nodded "Stupid, blind, insane. Since her parents are too blinded by Johnny playing Captain America they don't seem to care how he treats her. We're all she has."

Y/N nodded "So you gonna cook?"

Dawn nodded "Of course. Im certainly not letting you near anybfood I plan to eat."

"Hey! My baking is top notch."

Dawn nodded, smirking "Yeah but your cooking, not so much."

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They arrived at Stark Tower 20 minutes early so Y/N grabbed coffee for Pepper and herself.

When Pepper came in they sat in her office to chat about their weekend, Pepper grilled her about the date and tried to be supportive when she learned Michael's reaction to Y/N's new beau.

"He's a grown man and will adjust. He's never had to deal with a parent dating someone different but I'm sure he wants you to be happy."

Y/N smiled "I hope so, he really was out of line last nite."

"So when are you seeing him again?"

Y/N shrugged "He texted me early this morning to let me know Sam called for his help and he didn't know how long it would be."

She smirked "The fun part is that Johnny is apparently on that same mission with them. I'd love to be a fly on that wall."

Pepper laughed "Hopefully they don't hurt each other."

"I wouldn't hold much hope of that." she laughed softly before her smile fell. "I guess I should let you know. Johnny said he would get me fired if I kept seeing James. Something about telling his friends at S.W.O.R.D. that I'm a security risk. I don't know if he actually has any friends that would do that or if any of them are powerful enough to do anything but if you hear anything negative about me it's probably from him."

Pepper smiled "Don't worry, we have contracts with S.W.O.R.D. but they don't have any say in how I run things or who I hire."

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After 9 hours in the air they arrived in the Belgian countryside to follow up on a tip Sharon gave them on the Power Broker.

They spent 2 days straight looking and seemingly just missing them everywhere they went.

All three men had frayed nerves caused by the frustration from missing their target but even more because of John's attitude and constant trash talking.

"This place is bullshit. I'm starting to wonder if the Power Broker actually exists. Or maybe Sharon is giving us crap intel because she's mad her fuck buddy found a new, older and uglier plaything?" John taunted.

Bucky's jaw clenched and the whirring from his prosthetic could be heard as his hand stretched and clenched.

He shook his head

"Nice try Johnny but Sharon was Steve's mistake, not mine. And if your sister is so nasty, why are you working so hard to get into her pants?"

Sam chuckled "You two really need to shut up about Y/N. When we get home you can fight or whatever to get it out of your system."

Bucky gave Sam a big smile "Sure thing pal."

John grumbled but helped finish searching the seemingly abandoned building.

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Dawn was finishing dinner and Y/N set the table when the doorbell rang.

Dawn looked to her sister "Must be Olivia, I'm stuck here can you-"

Y/N laughed "Already on my way, can't disturb the artist."

When she answered the door Olivia smiled at her and they hugged.

"You know you can just come in right?"

Olivia chuckled nervously "I know you said I could but John-"

Y/N made a face "Fuck Johnny"

Olivia flinched but tried to hide it.

Y/N laughed "Sorry, I know you don't like my language."

Olivia quickly replied "No, it's ok. John just doesn't..Sorry, I'm doing it again. I love him but he can be a little overbearing."

"A little?"

They both laughed.

Y/N headed for the kitchen "Well, come in and have a glass of wine. I think Sissy is almost done with dinner. We're having Mama Walker's beef stroganoff."

Olivia shook her head "John doesn't like me drinking. He says it's not ladylike."

Dawn smirked and handed her a glass "Don't worry, we won't tell. Have a seat."

Olivia tentatively took the glass "Alright, just one." and sat at the table while the sisters served dinner.

Once they all sat they started talking, catching up and eating. Olivia ended up having 2 more glasses of wine before the meal was done and they were all laughing at a story Dawn shared from her work.

Once the table was cleared they nibbled on some holiday cookies Y/N made and Olivia got quiet.

Y/N put her hand over Olivia's "Is everything alright? You clammed up on us there."

Olivia looked at her nervously "I have to tell you something but I'm a little scared."

"Hey, we're family here. You can tell us anything." Dawn encouraged.

Olivia cleared her throat. "Well, I don't think I'm supposed to know about this but." She paused and took a deep breath "Well, Michael came by the house last week. Which was strange because I don't think he really likes John. But they were in the den talking and I wasn't trying to listen but they were both pretty loud and" she paused and looked at Y/N who nodded. "I didn't hear the details but they were going to try to do something to get Sargent Barnes pardon revoked. Make it look like he caused some kind of trouble" her words rushed out.

"I don't know exactly but it's not right. He paid his dues for something that wasn't his fault in the first place and Y/N you deserve to be happy and loved after everything with Mike. I don't know why John hates you so much or wants to interfere but I felt like you should know, maybe you can warn him. I know they're on the same mission right now." She looked at them, then at her hands in her lap and whispered "Please don't tell him I said anything"

Y/N and Dawn looked at each other and sighed. Y/N took Olivia's hand "Don't worry, we have a lot of experience keeping secrets from Johnny, you're safe."

Olivia teared up "You two have always been here for me, even when John has been so awful and I thought I needed to say something to you."

Y/N smiled "Thank you for telling us. I haven't spoken to James since he left but when I do I'll tell him to watch out." Her expression became angry "I'll find a way to get Michael to confess at dinner on Sunday. I might have to kick his ass myself."

Olivia looked shocked "Oh please don't hurt him. I know he's doing it out of love, he's just misguided."

Y/N sighed "That may be but sometimes a slap upside the head is necessary to get his thinking right. He truly is his fathers son. Stubborn and can't admit he's wrong. Don't worry, I won't hurt him too much"

They cleaned up and Olivia called a cab to go home.

After she left Dawn and Y/N smoked a joint and discussed the situation, working on a plan to get Michael to spill his secrets.

@supraveng @cjand10 @440mxs-wife @kandis-mom @dtba-grey81 @calwitch

Chapter 8

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #angst with a happy ending #just a number

[grayson-baller]

bc i’m tryna snort a damian priest wrestlemania match;

just the dirtiest, kinkiest, dom/sub shit you can pluck from your amazing brain with 10, 14, 25, and 43 from the nsfw list

Damian Priest -- Headcanon

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author's note: I hope this is what you were looking for

warnings: smut--18+

word count: 813

pairing: fem!reader & Damian Priest

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masterlist: ++

tags: @bungleinthe-jungle @legit9thlunaticwarrior @stxrrlightwrites13 @wickedval

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prompts:

nsfw:

10 -- “Let me see those eyes.”

14 -- “You look so good, can’t wait to absolutely ruin you”

25 -- "You can take it."

43 -- "What a pretty sight."

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“You should see yourself, kitten.” His low voice rasped, a soft hand running up your back. You were gripping his arms; certain your fingernails were leaving indents into his skin.

The feeling of Damian surrounded you, leaving your skin feeling raw. It fizzled as if a thousand little fireworks were shooting through you. He consumed you, deeply rooted under your skin, claiming you. Not that you minded. You liked being his.

“You looked so fucked out already, baby. Already so fucking gone, and we haven’t even started yet.”

You whimpered at his words. “Sir,” you whispered, licking your lips. The vague promise of torment hung in the air, and you knew you were in for a long day. The wicked gleam in his eye and mischievous grin this morning had been the warning sign needed.

You reminded yourself to be good, to listen and not back talk. Your mouth tended to get you into trouble, and you knew better then to push your luck when he had that look in his eyes. As torturous as he was going to be now, it’d be a thousand times worse if he had to punish you as well.

He had barely touched you, and you were already a wet mess. You knew you were making a mess, feeling your dampness coating your thighs.

He reached forward, picking the fork back up in his hand. “Open that pretty mouth for me, beautiful.” He commanded, fork sinking into soft, fluffy pancakes.

Your stomach fluttered at the command, though frustration crept through you. You stared at the plate full of pancakes—cut into the smallest pieces you had ever seen—eggs, bacon, sausage, hashbrowns, and fresh fruit.

With a fistful of your hair and fingers teasing your clit, he had made it clear that you were going to sit on his lap, eating the plate full of food.

What he hadn’t said was the other way he planned on stuffing you. Once you climbed on his lap, hesitant of what was happening next, he had slid his cock out of his jeans. The moment you saw it, you knew where this was going—what was going to happen.

Now you sat here, his cock inside of you, stretching you and taunting you. The feeling of being full of him blended with the frustration of not being able to move, to ride him.

“Let me see those eyes.” He instructed as you looked away from all the food you had left to consume before looking back at him. “That’s my good little slut. Now, open those pretty lips for me, baby.” Your stomach clenched at his words, before your lips parted slightly. “What a pretty sight.”

He fed you the bite, letting you chew before feeding you a few more bites of pancakes. Your eyes landed back on the plate, hating how full the plate still looked. Never in your life had you hated the sight of a plate of food before.

 It was the thing standing between you and getting fucked by your boyfriend.

He placed the fork down on the table, grabbing a handful of your hair before roughly pulling your head back. Moans left you as you wiggled in his lap, looking for anything to soothe the intense ache.

He licked up your neck, the sensation more erotic than you ever expected. Something about being forced to sit on his lap like this, being fed breakfast was intoxicating. A reminder that Damian controlled you, dominating over you.

And you submitted to him every time.

“You’re being so good for me, kitten. You look so good, can’t wait to absolutely ruin you.” He praised, biting down on the soft exposed skin of your neck. “So fucking hot, isn’t little slut? Stuffed full of my cock, and unable to get any relief for that ache in your cunt, huh? That drippy pussy of yours is making a mess of my leg, probably dripping to the floor, yet you’re helpless, unable to get what you need.”

You whined, fingers gripping his forearm. “Sir…please. I can’t… I can’t.”

“You can take it, little slut.” He spoke, using the hand in your hair to pull your head back even further. “You can, and you will. That little pussy of yours is going to warm my cock until I decide I’m ready to fuck you. Do you understand?” He asked, letting go of your hair.

You sobbed, head falling forward as your forehead rested against his shoulder. “Yes, sir.” His hand ran back up your back in a soothing motion. “I understand, sir.”

“Good girl.” He praised, as you raised your head back up. He reached up to wipe away a tear. “Now,” he started, picking the fork back up. “We still have a whole plate of food to get through before I even think about fucking you. Open that mouth, baby.”

#wwe smut #wwe imagine #Damian priest smut #damian priest imagine

[dearspiritss]

“I’d Die for You.”

Mountain x Male Reader

Notes: You’d do anything for him, even if it meant leaving your whole life behind just to be with him. (3270 wc)

Warnings: Mentions of death, some vague gore if you could call it that?, blood mentions, nothing too saucy :)

read below the cut ml <3

The ministry was always a nice place to be in. Yeah, it was sometimes chaotic with all the ghouls running around, but it had its peaceful places. Like the library, your favorite place. It smelled of old books and pinewood, so comforting to your constantly racing mind. You’d grown up there, being a son of sin, but not just any son of sin. You were the priest's oldest son, meaning you had the most responsibility out of all. You were put in charge of almost everything -scheduling tours, guiding new siblings of sin, and shit ton of paperwork- your father pushing you as far as he could to make sure you’d be a good fit for the next priest. If you were being honest, you didn’t want the role at all. 

You found the job to be extremely boring. You despised the thought of sitting around in a cold office, doing nothing all day. You admired the ghoul’s lifestyle, you wished you could do what they did. They were free and got to have fun, while you were stuck in your boring and stressful lifestyle. The ghouls made sure you felt appreciated through it all though, you being the main reason they got to do what they did best. Sneaking you out of your room at night, being extremely careful not to be caught. They’d drag you to the ghouls wing, sitting you down on one of the many couches in the common room. They’d do whatever you wanted to. Want to watch a movie and relax? They’d have a list of movies and plenty of blankets ready. They adored you, but one particular ghoul always stuck out to you.

Mountain. He’d sneak into the library, going to your normal spot to check in on you. He knew that you were constantly stressed out, so he’d always find a way to make you feel better. Offering to help with the workload everyone dropped onto you, or to get you something to snack on while you worked. He took care of you. If you denied everything he offered, he’d sit with you until you were done. It didn’t matter if it was in the middle of the night, he would be right by your side. If he sensed you getting worked up or frustrated, he’d reassure you while rubbing your shoulders. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear, voice like honey soothing you almost instantly. 

You found yourself with a crush on the towering ghoul, getting goosebumps from everything he did. His low silvery voice bounced around in your head like a record on repeat. The gentle touch of his calloused palms sending shivers down your spine. The way he slowly blinked while watching you work, putting you in a trance. His beautiful long brown hair, loosely pulled into a knot made you stare. The ghoul had you wrapped around his finger without even trying, and he loved it. He loved the way you’d react when he lightly teased you. He found humans very interesting, and you were his test subject. 

“You’re still working, Love?” The sudden voice pulled you out of the book you had your nose stuck in. You looked up, spotting Mountain holding what you assumed to be a cup of tea. You nodded, rubbing your tired eyes. “I have to finish this stupid book before sunrise. My father is supposed to be testing me on it tomorrow and I can’t fail.” He hummed, making his way to sit in the chair beside you. “Why do you put up with all of this,” he spoke, a hand gesturing to the open book in front of you. You scoffed and leaned back into your chair. “It’s the only way I stay sheltered. If my father gets mad.. Well you know what’ll happen.” He gave a quiet “yep” before bringing his mug up to his lips.

“Did you need anything? I mean it’s like, three in the morning Mount.” His lips curled up into a small smile. “I came to check on you, and hopefully spend some time with you. You’ve been cooped up in here for a week now, we haven’t been able to get to you at all.” The small smile he wore slowly turned into a frown. You sighed, closing the book and pushing it aside. “I know, I’m sorry. I’ve been so caught up with everything for you guy’s next tour, it’s just taken up the little free time I've had.” He placed a hand on the side of your face, making you look at him. “There’s no need to apologize, we know you’re busy. We just wish we could help you out..”

You nodded, somewhat understanding what he said. “As soon as I’m done with this, I’ll find a way to spend time with you all..” You trailed off, a wave of exhaustion flooding over you resulting in a yawn. “How long has it been since the last time you slept, Love?” His voice was coated with worry. You thought to yourself for a moment. “I’ve been here since nine, but I woke up around five yesterday.” His eyes widened. “This won’t do, you need to sleep.” You shook your head, worried thoughts flooding your mind. “No, no. I need to finish this. I have a few pages left of this book and then I have to find the booth for the upcoming tour- I can’t Mountain.” He frowned, sitting down his tea. “Well then, I’ll help you. I can find the booth while you finish your book.”

He pulled away, taking out his phone. “Mountain- no- I won’t let you do my work. It’s not your job. I can’t, you can’t.” He shushed you. “And why not? You deserve to rest. Just tell me what to do.” You groaned, unable to deny his convincing tone. “Fine. You know the website, just tell me if you find a nice one in the price range.” You picked up your book as he flashed a fang filled smile in your direction. 

A few minutes passed and you finally finished, closing the book and putting it aside. You looked over to the ghoul beside you, his eyes fixated on his phone screen. You smiled slightly and leaned into his side. “Any luck so far?” He looked down at you and nodded. “Yeah! I found a really nice booth that would be perfect. I’m talking to the owner right now to see if it's open.” He tucked his phone away into his pocket, wrapping an arm around you. “You’ve done a lot for us, and we're so lucky to have you, but if you don’t get enough sleep we won’t have an amazing manager anymore.” Your face flushed from the sudden praise. You quickly pushed that aside and sighed. “You’re right. I guess I could rest while we’re waiting for an answer..”

You stood, grabbing the book to put it away. You felt a hand around your wrist, almost making you fall backwards. You regained your ground and turned to Mountain who was now standing. “If you thought you were gonna sleep by yourself, you’re sadly mistaken.” You tilted your head in confusion. Before you could speak, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. “W-Wait, Mountain!” You tried to intervene, but he wasn’t having any of it. He ignored your pleads and quickly made his way out of the library.

When he opened the door, you realized where he was taking you. “Mount, I’m not allowed in here!” He continued walking without saying a word. When you reached the ghouls wing common room, you spotted a familiar fire ghoul. “Mountain? What are you doing?” Dew’s voice came from one of the couches. “Bed time.” Was the only thing he said, not stopping his long strides down the hall. Before you knew it, you were already in his room. He gently sat you down on his bed before crawling in to lay next to you. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him. He pulled up the thick blanket that sat on his bed, making sure the two of you were covered. You felt his tail slither around your ankle, securing you in his tight hold.

You relaxed in his arms, realizing you weren’t getting out of the situation no matter what. He nuzzled his nose into your hair, deeply inhaling your scent. You sighed in relief, your mind finally clear after hours of constant worries. That's when you heard it. Those three little words that made you weak slipped out from between his lips. You sat up, looking him in the eyes. “What did you say?” He smiled and placed his hands on the sides of your face, cupping your cheeks gently. “I love you.” Your breath hitched, becoming shaky. “Don’t joke around, Mountain.” His eyes softened. “I’m not joking. I would never joke about something like that, Love.” You shook your head, pulling away.

“You can’t, we can’t. It’s strictly forbidden.” He pulled you back towards him, his hands firm on your waist. “We can figure it out, my love. I’ll figure it out, you don’t need to worry about anything. For now, you just need to sleep.” He pulled you back down, your head resting on his chest. A soft purr rose from his chest, luring you into a deep sleep.

The feeling of fingers threading through your hair woke you from your sleep. You slowly opened your eyes to see Mountain looking at his phone, a smile etched onto his lips. He looked down at you, eyes lighting up. “Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?” You nodded sitting up, rubbing your eyes. “The booth owner replied-” He was cut off by a gasp escaping your lips. “Shit- I still have to get the fee’s together and call the buses-” He shushed you, shaking his head. “Relax, I took care of it. I submitted the total fees and called the tour buses. The date is set a week from now.” 

You just stared at him in disbelief. He laughed, putting his phone aside. Your face flushed a deep red as he opened up his arms. You accepted his embrace, wrapping your arms around his torso. “I wish I could come with you guys, but with the rules of the ministry it’s impossible.” He nodded, placing his hand on your head. “I know, but you’re the next priest. They need you here.” You scoffed, arms tightening around him. “The only thing they need me for is to do their work. Hell, I don’t even want to be a priest. I’ve always wanted to be in a band, kind’ve like you guys.” 

“I wish you could join us as well, I wish there was a way around this.” An idea popped into your head, not a good one, but it could work. “I have an idea that you, or really anyone, won’t like.” His head tilted to the side, obviously curious. “The only way I could escape the grip of the ministry, and my father, would be to die and be summoned back as a ghoul. It’s horrible, I know, but it would work. Just think about it.” His eyes widened in shock. “My love, dying and becoming a ghoul is a very painful process. Trust me, it's something you don’t want to ever experience.” 

He stopped, taking in a deep breath. “If you went through with this, you’d be giving up everything you know as a human. Everything will be different. The way you see and feel the world will change. Are you sure this is something you’d leave everything behind for?” You nodded, looking him in the eyes. “There’s nothing left for me as a human except stress and work. As a ghoul, I’d have everything. Freedom, the band, and you. I’d have you, Mountain. I’d die for you.” His face flushed as he nodded, giving you a small smile. “If that is what you wish, then I will help you as much as I possibly can.”

He leaned back into the pillows on his bed, gently stroking your head. “So how are you planning on doing this, dear?” You gave him a not so innocent smile. “I have to talk to Papa before anything is set in place. If he agrees, then we’ll be set. You’ll have to do some pretty convincing acting though.” He hummed, fully interested now. “Just know, I should be gone the night before you guys return from tour so that gives me about two weeks to do it. The clergy will send a message about what happened to me, but for now I’m going to keep that to myself. I don’t need you worrying about me while you’re on tour.” You reached a hand up to cup his cheek. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. 

“I’m always worried about you. There’s never a second when I’m not, love.” Blood rushed to your face, your cheeks turning bright red. You removed your hand from his face and covered your own. He opened his eyes and noticed this. He ran a teasing hand up your back, making you shiver. “I’ve got to say, you’re very easy to fluster. It’s quite cute.” You dug your head into his side, hiding the embarrassing look plastered across your face. He laughed and pulled you closer, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “You need to get going, don’t you have a test?” You quickly sat up, nodding. He escorted you out of the ghouls wing, stopping at the door.

“I’ll meet you in the library later, until then love.” He leaned down, placing a kiss on your cheek. He gave you a small smile before shutting the door. When he turned around he found all of the ghouls staring at him. “When were you gonna tell us the two of you were dating?” He shook his head, dismissing the multi ghouls' words. “Swiss- were not dating.. Yet.” A collection of laughs rose from a few ghouls, making Mountain's cheeks flush a bit. “Come on, tell us everything.” Cirrus invited him over, which he gladly accepted.

Over the next week the two of you met in the library, discussing the plan further every day. A day before they left for the week-long tour, you discussed everything with Copia. He was very against it at first, but after hearing the full plan he eventually agreed. He always knew about your dreams and was happy to help. It was the fifth day of their tour, the day you’d see your demise. You sent one final text as a human to Mountain, a simple “I love you.” You put your valuable belongings in his dresser drawer, ready for when you returned. You smiled to yourself as you walked to your fathers office, prepared on what you were about to do.

You knocked twice, hearing a stern and toneless voice inviting you in. You smiled, seeing your father staring daggers into you from his desk. “What do you need, child.” You were grinning from ear to ear. “I’m not a child. Dear Lucifer, I bet you don't even know my age.” His brows snapped together. “What did you just say to me?” You took a few steps forward, now standing in front of his desk. “You heard me.” He stood up, his chair flying backwards. He swiftly made his way in front of you, towering over you. “How dare you come in here and disrespect me, your father and priest.” You laughed in his face, pissing him off more.

“You're not my father, far from it actually. You’re just a filthy old man who knows nothing about me.” You stepped forward. “I bet you didn’t know that I wanted to be in a band. I bet you don’t know that I can play guitar perfectly. I bet you didn’t know that I don’t want to be a fucking priest like you.” He slammed a fist down onto his desk. “You’ve been around those nasty ghouls! No wonder you’ve been slacking! They’re making you filthy. You stay away from those dirty little-” Before he could say another word, your body moved on its own. A red hand mark formed on his face from the harsh slap you planted on it.

He grabbed the dagger he kept on his desk, and in one quick movement you’d done it. It pierced straight through your heart, making you fall to the ground. You sharply inhaled, the pain was overwhelming your senses. You looked up at him, a smile still on your face. The doors of the office swung open, two siblings of sin barging in. They gasped at the sight before them. Your father towering over your limp body, blood spilling across the floor. You looked at the ground, saying your final words. “See you in hell, father.” You took one last breath, death washing over you.

Mountain looked back at Copia, unsure. “I know you’re scared to see it, but we have to do this to make it look real.” He nodded, bracing himself. He swung open the doors to the office and saw two siblings of sin leaned over your lifeless body. He ran up to you, falling to his knees. His stomach dropped seeing the blood that was spilled everywhere. Tears formed in his eyes as he placed a hand over your cold face. “Dear Satanas..” He looked up the sister of sin who stood in front of him. “Who did this?” Anger and grief flowed through his breaking voice. The Sister backed away, scared. Copia rushed in, grabbing onto the ghouls arms. 

“I apologize dear sister for my ghouls behavior, I will be taking him back to the ghouls wing.” She nodded, shooing him away. Copia dragged the ghoul out of the room, closing the door behind them. He released Mountain, huffing. “That was a good performance, now we need to-” He turned back to see the ghoul wiping his eyes. “Oh dear.. Mountain, you must remember this. We’re bringing him back, you’re going to see him very soon.” The tall ghoul nodded, standing up. “We must go now, your ghoul is waiting for us.” Copia gave him a reassuring pat on the back and led him down to the summoning chamber.

The pentacle was already drawn on the cold ground of the chamber with candles surrounding it. Copia quickly lit the candles and started the ritual. Mountain anxiously waited, watching the ground as if his life depended on it. The pentacle lit up, fire shooting up from the circle. A hole opened up from the ground, a hand reaching out grabbing the edge. Mountain sped to the opening and locked onto the hand. He pulled the ghoul up and out of the portal. “Papa! He’s out!” He stopped chanting, the portal quickly closing. The fire from the ghouls' bubbling skin burned him, but he didn’t care. He held the trembling ghoul in his arms, running his hand gently through his hair. “You’re home, my love.” 

You opened your eyes, gasping. Your whole body felt as though it was on fire, and it was. The feeling of familiar arms around you and that soothing honey like voice brought you back fully. “Mountain?..” You looked up to see him with glossy eyes. “You’re back, you’re safe.” You quickly wrapped your arms around him, smiling weakly into his shoulder. “I told you I’d die for you, didn’t I?”

#mountain ghoul #mountain x male reader #ghost the band #ghost band #i have problems #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #sodo ghoul #nameless ghouls #aether ghoul #phantom ghoul #aurora ghoulette #rain ghoul #sunshine ghoulette

[japhan2024]

I had no idea you liked star trek too, I just knew you for smosh and Dan and Phil. That's so cool!! Would you be willing to write a little ianthony star trek au? Or have you already? No problem if not, I know that's kinda vague. Love your blog btw :)

Yes I LOVE Star Trek! I literally had so much fun writing this, it got a bit out of control LOL! But yeah I hope you like it!!

The logical choice

Words: 2,436

Genre: action/adventure, a Star Trek episode, first kiss

Rating: teen or general audiences

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"Captain's log, stardate ???[writer's note: I can't do math!]. What would have been a diplomatic mission to Vulcan, a completely safe route, turned out to become something quite different. Ian was going to let our starship T'hy'la be blessed, and we would join a Vulcan fleet to covertly inspect the edges of Federation space. But all of a sudden, we were violently sucked into a wormhole, and were spat out, smack dab in the middle of the Delta Quadrant."

Anthony paused. He looked out of the window of his suite. He'd read a lot about Captain Janeway's voyages through this quadrant, and her years long quest to get back home. Panic stirred deep within him. He shut his eyes tightly and took a few deep breaths.

"We've been stranded here for a few days now. Chief Agnew, Ensign Bowe and their crew have been hard at work to repair the damage done by the violent yanking through space that T'hy'la has endured. Our deflector shields malfunctioned and structural integrity scraped by within an inch of collapsing. I truly believe that a bout of fate has saved us."

His communicator chimed. It was a benign sound, but it still made him jump.

"Captain, we've done all we can. Technically the ship works, but we lost a lot of deuterium. We repaired the injection subsystem, Tommy really outdid himself. But it's no use, we can't start with this little fuel."

"Thank you, Spencer," Anthony answered, trying to sound comforting. "You've done well. it may be time for us to try and reach out for help."

The door beeped.

"Come in."

"Captain," Ian strode into the room.

Anthony's Number One, and a Vulcan, Ian somehow always calmed Anthony down. And it was better, the closer they stood to each other.

"Number One, please tell me what you think of the situation?"

"We have done short- and long range scans, and have found no life-forms or ships. However," Ian raised one sharp eyebrow, "We did scan a gaseous nebula. It's all around us and could be the reason our sensors didn't pick anything up. Although it is not without risk, logic suggests we send out a distress signal."

"Agreed." Anthony sighed. Who knows what kind of aliens were out and about here, but they might as well try.

~

"Amanda, what's the matter?" Mister Topp, the ship's EMH, asked with kind, light-blue eyes.

"Shayne, I feel something big," she collapsed dramatically on a medical bed in the sickbay. "It's something I've never felt before, and you know I sense almost anything, being quarter Betazoid. "I- I don't know. It's not good, but also not evil. It's just... something infinite, almost. Like an ultimate power. It makes me dizzy."

"Well," Shayne smirked, "Courtney was just here, and her ego does tend to be infinitely big. I guess her Klingon side gives her the extra confidence." He sighed. "But she could be a bit nicer to me."

"Shayne," Trevor intervened. "You were flirting with her the entire time. She wasn't even here for a medical exam. She just checked in on us to see if everything was safe and you insisted she take three different blood tests! I'd be annoyed too," he laughed.

"I wish I could sense how you're feeling," Amanda beamed at Shayne. "But I can't sense a hologram. I do know how Courtney feels, though..." She winked at Shayne, who blushed.

"Amanda, it seems like you're back to normal. Please report back here if that changes again. Bye now!"

"Not without my hug," she teased.

"Why do Betazoids always want to hug!"

"I think it's just her," Trevor giggled.

"Get in here!" Amanda commanded. After the group hug, she went back to her Ship's counsellor's office.

Her communicator chimed.

"Hello commander Hecox," she smiled, as she sat down and crossed her legs over the couch, usually reserved for her patients.

"Counsellor Lehan-Canto. We need to talk."

~

Keith, the ship's Conn officer, observed the Bridge while captain Padilla was resting. He had never thought he'd be this far from home, but there he was, in the Delta Quadrant. Strangely, he wasn't worried. He looked at the beautiful multicolored nebula outside.

Suddenly, he got a transmission request.

"Captain, to the Bridge, we're being hailed!"

Not a moment later, Anthony walked in. "On screen," he commanded.

"WELL WELL WELL," a grinning, huffing alien said to them. "WHAT HAVE WE HERE!!! A NICE STARFLEET SHIP, NO LESS! "WHAT ARE YOU DOING SO FAR FROM HOME?"

"This is captain Anthony Padilla of the starship T'hy'la. I assume you received our distress call."

"WE SURE DID, RIGHT, GUYS?" the alien looked at two very beautiful and scantily-clothed people on each side of her.

"Oh yes, Angela, we sure did," one of them replied with a honey-sweet voice.

"YES, WE DID, CAPTAIN. LET ME INTRODUCE MYSELF. I'M ANGELA, AND THESE ARE MY FRIENDS CHANSE AND ARASHA. And..." Angela lowered her voice menacingly, "you have invaded OUR space."

"We've been sucked into a wormhole against our will and are stranded here without deuterium. We could trade you for it, We have latinum on board. Don't Ferengi always like a good deal?

"HA! YOU THINK YOU KNOW THE FERENGI HUH! Yeah, we do always want a good deal. But I don't think you'll be able to give us one. Your starship is called T'hy'la? HA! What a weak Vulcan/human hybrid concept. Don't you know the Rules of Acquisition? Rule 21: Never place friendship above profit. So, my little FRIEND, why don't you give your ship to me, and I will send you on your way back to the wormhole?"

Anthony scoffed. "I'm sorry, but have you scanned our ship? We could easily defeat you."

"Well..." Angela smirked even wider, and scratched behind her enormous ear. "I guess I didn't make myself clear. If you DON'T give me your ship, you will be dealing with my friends. Not these idiots here," she gestured to Chanse and Arasha. "I mean them."

And in one moment, all hope left Anthony's soul: two large, square spaceships emerged. It was the Borg.

" HAHAHA! You have one hour to respond!"

Angela disconnected.

"Red Alert," Anthony commanded.

~

The sirens were wailing through the ship.

"Not Red Alert again? We just fixed up the entire ship!" Tommy threw up his hands in exasperation.

Spencer put his gloved hand on his shoulder. "I was really hoping we could go to the holodeck and play DnD again. But it's not in the cards for us this time."

"Sword and shield in hand," Tommy bumped his shoulder into Spencer.

"Saving the day, just like we do everyday at work!"

"Even though I never get a promotion!"

"You really should, Tommy."

They were play-fighting with their engineer gear, and seeing Spencer laugh and goof off, suddenly made Tommy realize something. He was in love with his boss.

"Hey, why'd you stop?" Spencer was still booping him with a pretend-sword.

"You're adorable."

"Dude. I know."

"I mean... I..."

"AB," Ian said, walking quickly past them.

"Did he make up a nickname for us?!" Tommy said, wide-eyed. "Do Vulcans do that?"

"I think Amanda has been teaching him to be more normal, I mean, better at communication. Not doing that is normal for a Vulcan, of course."

"Imagine them together in a room!" Tommy laughed. A Vulcan and a Betazoid, they couldn't be more opposite!"

"Well, if I can sense anything, it's that those two have some chemistry going on," Spencer said with a smug look on his face. "I mean, she calls everyone 'imzadi' but her voice is softer when she says it to Ian. Huh... But sorry, you were going to say something?"

"Oh..." Tommy blushed. "Nevermind..."

~

"Ian, what did you want to talk to me about?"

Amanda visited Ian's quarters. It was very clean and neat and indeed very Vulcan.

"Please, sit," Ian gestured to the one table in the room, with two small chairs.

They both sat down. Amanda couldn't help but feel attracted to Ian's stoic earnest. And he was cute, too...

"I heard you sensed a presence, ever since we've been stranded here."

"Yes! I have been, and it seems like it's getting stronger too! If that is even possible. It's like we're at the epicenter of something."

"I sense it too."

"You do?"

"Yes. We Vulcans might not show our emotions, but we feel a lot of things. And I have felt this once before. Amanda, we are in grave danger."

~

"Ia- Number One!" Anthony was so glad to see Ian as he walked onto the Bridge.

"We are very much outnumbered, captain," Ian said. "It would be logical to surrender."

Ian walked closer to Anthony. Anthony sighed in relief. Whatever would come next, he could bear it with Ian at his side.

"But I advice against it."

"What?"

"The Ferengi woman is the obvious culprit, luring ships here to loot and then let them be assimilated by the Borg. However... She is not the one in control here."

Ian and Anthony heard clapping behind them.

"Well done, commander Hecox," a woman with long black hair, dressed in all black, spoke.

"Who are you?" Anthony demanded.

"She is Q, the most powerful being in the universe."

"You know her, Ian?"

"I know her, from long ago. She called herself Olivia Sui then."

"And I kept my eye on you, Ian. I expected great things from you! And even though you are obviously the smartest one on this ship of idiots, you've become boring! You used to make me laugh, Ian..."

Anthony felt a sudden annoyance at this Q. Why was she so interested in his Number One?!

"What do you want, Q?"

"What do I want?! I want to laugh again, damnit! So," and she snapped her fingers, and the entire ship was gone. Instead, he, Ian and Amanda stood in an empty, white world. Angela, Arasha and Chanse were also there. "If you make me laugh first, I'll zap you straight home! But if not... then you're back at the mercy of Angela here."

Amanda, Anthony and Ian huddled together.

"So, is she an ex of yours or something?" Amanda whispered.

"We were betrothed once."

"What?!" Anthony fumed.

"Ha, your anger amuses me already, captain. But I'm not laughing just yet!"

Anthony looked straight at Q, and began to mime. Physical humor was his strong suit. He fell over, mimed that he was stuck, rolled over the ground... to no avail.

"You failed! Next!"

Angela walked forward.

"SO, HERE'S THE JOKE! TWO BARS OF LATINUM WALKED ACROSS THE STREET! AND ONE OF THEM SAID, LET ME WALK IN THE MIDDLE NOW"

"Elementary concept, expertly executed," Q said. "But not enough to make me laugh. NEXT!"

Amanda walked forward. She got really close to Q, and Anthony felt Ian tense up. He took his hand. Ian squeezed extremely hard. He probably forgot his Vulcan strength for a second.

Wait, did Ian care this much about Amanda? Were they- was Ian just dating everyone and Anthony didn't know it? He figured, he couldn't blame the girls. Ian was so handsome, so strong...

"I guess you don't know who I am," Amanda began. "I am the daughter of Deanna Troi and William Riker. That makes me one quarter Betazoid... and I sense that you don't want to laugh at all. You want to FEEL something. And I'll give it to you. I've reached a certain age, you know..." Amanda tip-toed her fingers up Q's arm.

"Give mommy a smooch!"

"Noo, no, get away from me!" Q took a few steps away.

"HA! THERE, YOU GIGGLED!"

"Did not!"

"I saw it! You laughed, Q!"

"Okay, fine, I did! But I'm not done just yet! I guess I will zap you and your stupid ship back home.... after.... THEY kiss."

"Who?"

"The captain and his Number One."

"What?" Ian and Anthony said in sync.

"Yeah, hahaha! That will really make my day! Don't tell me you haven't sensed it, Betazoid? They are all in."

Amanda looked down. She really liked Ian and he liked her too, but she knew that his heart belonged to his captain. On all their intergalactic adventures, Ian had saved Anthony so many times and vice versa, they had developed an unbreakable bond. They had never acted on it before, but now, apparently it was the only thing that would save them.

"So, you cooked up this whole charade, just to get them to kiss?"

"What? It's not a charade, I'm eternally bored, I had to think of something!"

Q walked up to Ian and Anthony. "Now, do the thing," she said, pressing her two index fingers together.

Ian looked at Anthony. The intense warmth of his brown eyes overwhelmed the Vulcan. He would normally never show it, in fact he had never given Anthony a clue that he was interested. But he was. All the times he had seen Anthony change clothes, when Anthony had hugged him after they were safe from danger, he had never reciprocated. But now, he had no choice.

"It's only logical that we do this. But I have to confess, Anthony... I've been longing for a kiss from you for an eternity. And I need to know if you're okay with it now."

Anthony blushed deeply. Was Ian just saying this because of the situation? Why did he make it more dramatic than it needed to be? "Ian... Have you really? I've loved you for such a long time... And I've also always wanted an opportunity to kiss you. But I never dared, I never thought it was appropriate, seeing as I'm your captain and all."

"Yes, you acted logically as well."

"Ian..."

Anthony took Ian's chin between his fingers and pushed it upwards.

"Excellent!" Q said, but they didn't hear her.

"Anthony..." Anthony saw a wild fire ignite between Ian's eyes. It was scary but Anthony wasn't afraid. He pressed his lips agains Ian's.

Ian growled and kissed him back, grabbing on Anthony's curls. Anthony couldn't believe the feeling. It was scorching hot, but so, so comfortable. He wanted to stay like this forever.

When he opened his eyes, they were back on the T'hy'la and back in the Alpha Quadrant.

"Are you okay, captain?"

Anthony looked at Ian. He could cry. Nobody remembered anything, except for him.

"I- I need to take a break..."

He walked off the bridge. As if by magic, Amanda was waiting for him there.

"Captain, I sensed your emotions, they quickly heightened. Do you want to talk about it?"

"I think that's best, Counsellor."

"Come on, I'll take you to my office."

#smosh #star tek #fanfic #ianthony #spommy #implied shourtney #ianmanda chemistry #angela giarratana #angela as a really fun bad guy

[sports-on-sundays]

Hiiii! I was reading jigsaw with pedri and i loveeee it 😍. Would you be up to writing a part two?🫶🏼

jigsaw / Pedri González / Part 2

Summary: Pedri x sister!reader - Pedri wants your help now, but it's hard when the situation he's in seems even more dysfunctional than you originally expected.

Warnings: song is explicit so if you're gonna listen to the sample- be aware, censored cussing, borderline emotional abuse in a relationship, mention of being sick, burst of anger, punching

Requested?: Yeah.

Author's Note: Link to part 1. https://www.tumblr.com/sports-on-sundays/739055924942143488/pedri-x-sisterreader-based-off-of-jigsaw-by-conan?source=share

You park in front of the apartment complex, gripping the steering wheel so that your knuckles are white. Pedri is sitting next to you, eyes staring ahead. Despite the blank expression in them, you know better. Behind those eyes are loads of desperation.

"You know you've got to do it, Pedri. I'm right here. I'll be out here the whole time. But you got to do this alone."

His jaw clenches, but he doesn't respond. He slowly reaches to unbuckle his seat belt, but doesn't move beyond that.

"You have your phone," you add soothingly. "If you need me, just text. But you'll be okay. All you have is a job to do. Just go in, get the job done, and run back out there. Then I'll step on it. We can speed away. We can leave this whole mess behind in the dust, okay?"

You're half expecting him to remain unresponsive, as he's silent for a second, but he does nod and reaches to open the door. You watch as he shuts the car door and makes his way to the building.

It's hard watching him go. You don't want to leave him to deal with it alone. You want to be there to stand up for him.

But you also know what you have to do. You know this is best for him. He got himself into this situation. So unless he's in trouble, he needs to get himself out of this situation.

Despite how much you might both want you to just storm in there and give this woman a piece of your minds, you have a feeling it's not right. You have a feeling this is something Pedri has to do on his own.

But you nervously keep your phone in hand.

It was hard decision to make. You want to be there always, to stand up for and help your younger brother. But you also don't want him to be unable to help himself. You don't want to be enabling, either.

So you sit in the car, gripping your phone, staring ahead. Anxiety simmers below the surface, and all too often you feel yourself leaning forward and glancing to the door, waiting to see your brother come out.

But time passes. And goes on and on and on. And still, Pedri doesn't return. Finally, you send him a text. You wait ten minutes. No response. You swallow.

Oh God. What is going on? Was this all a big mistake? On my part?

So you unbuckle your seat belt, jump out of the car, lock it, and jog to the building. You vaguely remember Pedri saying it's room 103, so you rush there, begging and hoping for that to be true.

When you get there, you ring the doorbell, holding your breath. It seems like forever before anyone answers, and just as you're about to reconsider what to do next, you hear the doorknob twisting.

You swallow. You heart pounds in your throat. Oh God, please let this be the right room. Please let this go right. Please let this be the right room.

A woman opens the door. A young woman.

Looks like she's in her early twenties.

That's a good sign.

"Who are you?" she demands, crossing her arms.

You return her question with one of your own: "Is my brother here?"

"Someone's brother is here. Maybe he's yours. Suppose you two do look alike. So, that's what's going on?" Her lip curls. "It's because of you?"

You glare and say, "What's going on?"

She smirks. "Nothing unusual."

"Let me in," you demand. "Explain."

"There's nothing to explain!" She seems to be getting a concerning amount of pleasure from this game she's playing.

You can see how she's dangerous, now.

"Yes there f***ing is! Where is my brother?"

"I don't know! Who's your brother?!" She grins.

"Pedro. Pedri González. My brother is in your house."

She leans on the door frame, completely guarding the entrance. "True. He's also my boyfriend."

"No, he's not. He shouldn't be, anymore."

She snorts. "I don't know what he said to you, but that's sure not what he said to me. I think he's just struggling with a lot right now. He just needed some comfort, clearly more from his girlfriend than from his sister. Because he's in a lot better mood now."

"Oh yeah? Then prove it. Let me see my brother."

She snorts and calls, "Baby! Your sister is at the door!"

For some reason, it makes you sick to your stomach to even hear her call your brother by such a name so casually.

Soon, Pedri walks into your line of vision. Immediately, you shove his stupid girlfriend out of the way and grip his shoulders.

He looks fine.

At first glance, at least.

But for the moment you get to study his eyes, there's something more in them. Confusion. Maybe, just slightly, despair.

Then the cursed girlfriend pipes in, "Pedri, you wanna tell your big sis what agreement we came to, since she's being so nosy?" You grit your teeth when you hear the belittling voice she seems to use speaking to Pedri.

Pedri doesn't seem to notice, hesitates, but then says, "I don't know... Y/n, I just think maybe I've been overreact-"

"Don't even say that!" Suddenly anger wells up in you, and you turn on his girlfriend. You grab her by the collar and suddenly scream, "Do you know what you've done to him? Do you know how you've been ruining my brother?! Using him?! Making him feeling worthless? Clearly, you do, because you don't look very surprised or guilty, do you? No! You're just a terrible person, and you know it! And you don't even f***ing care. Well, f*** you. F*** you." And there's no more thought, not another second, put into it, before your fist slams into her cheek and you let go of her collar, watching as she stumbles onto the ground, feeling nothing but contempt towards her. Pedri says something in the background, but everything is red and screaming and blurry now as you finish with, to the woman on the floor, "We'll be going now, and don't ever expect to see my brother, ever, ever again! He doesn't deserve you, and you don't deserve him!" And you grab Pedri's wrist and tow him out, to your car. In blindness, you fling open the passenger side door, practically shove your younger brother into the car, go around to the other side, and start driving away, staring forward, at nothing but he road in front of you.

Slowly, you begin to simmer down. Your ears unclog, and you become aware of your surroundings, including your brother.

Those big, dark eyes are staring ahead, hollow.

You find a secluded place to park, and stare ahead.

Searching for words.

"Pedri..." you start.

"Yeah?" he asks hurriedly with a slightly shaky sigh.

"I'm sorry for punching her."

"Don't be."

You blink. "It's just- she was being so confusing a manipulative and... I guess I had just had it with her. I just... I didn't want to see you being hurt, and that was the reaction. But it shouldn't have been."

"Y/n, why are you trying to explain yourself?" Pedri murmurs. "I'm not mad. I understand why you did it. It felt good to see you do that, because I know I never could. If I did, she'd twist it. I'd get in... huge trouble."

You nod. "Right, yeah. Please don't be punching your girlfriend."

"Ex-girlfriend," he corrects.

You look up at this, meeting his eyes. You like that he says that, but still ask, "Want to tell me what happened? Want to explain to me."

"Well, I'm sorry..." He trails off.

"Yeah, I know. I want you to tell me what you're sorry for, because I don't even know. As far as I'm concerned, everything is all that wretched woman's fault. But explain to me what she did. What happened."

Pedri sighs and starts, "I went in there and told her it was over. But then she... I don't know... She just... She's manipulative, okay? It's like she made it seem like I was simply wrong for thinking such a thing. And she just... brought me to her room and... yeah. She said if..." Your brother voice trembles, and you glance to him. He's looking down at his hands in his lap. "She said if I broke up with her, she'd find me. She'd come back. She said she'd be so heartbroken, and how it would ruin her... I'd be terrible for leaving her... She said she'd... make up rumors and... yeah, I just..." He swallows, before muttering, "I'm terrified."

"What rumors?" you whisper. "What exactly did she say?"

"How I'm famous, and she could make stuff up about abuse, and ruin my reputation, and... ruin my life... even more."

You clench your jaw and suddenly burst, "She's the one guilty of abuse, for God's sake!"

"No-" Pedri suddenly says, his eyes momentarily widening. "Just... don't say that. Calm down, okay? If I'm not angry, there's no reason for you to be."

You exhale shakily, leaning back and nodding. "I know... You're right. But we're going to have to deal with this. With her. Somehow."

"I don't know how... I'm so sorry... I should have never gotten myself in such a stupid, dangerous situation... I just wanted..." he trails off, flopping his head into his hands. You stare at him, perplexed, and put an arm around his shoulders, pulling him into a half hug.

He's still.

"I don't know what to do," you hear him whisper softly.

You nod slowly. "I'll find a way, Pedri. I will. I'll find a way to fix this."

You cut that woman off. You made Pedri block her number, and all her socials. You're glad they kept the relationship a secret. You suppose she used that to her advantage, but now it's going against her.

Because, you figure, if you cut everything off with her, she'll just look like an idiot, trying to make it seem like Pedri did something he didn't. How will a common citizen like her even really be able to make something big with the media? No one will believe her.

You've erased all the proof.

Or at least that's the hope.

Pedri made it seem impossible, but you wouldn't take it. Maybe you just have more hope than him.

But you want to make her pay. You want justice. So that's why, once again, like you did months ago, you sit across from Pedri at your dinner table. You fold your hands and murmur, "So..."

"Yeah?" he responds quickly. No fake smile this time. There's nothing to hide.

"I'm thinking we should... report her."

Pedri blinks, opens his mouth, shuts it, then finally ventures to ask, "For... what?" He knows exactly what you're talking about, of course.

You swallow, before saying, "Emotional abuse."

"No," Pedri respond very quickly, eyes wide.

"Why?" you snap back. "She did... right...?"

He shakes his head nervously. "I just... She hasn't done anything since we closed her off, right, yet? It's been a month in a half... I don't want to put kerosene on any fire that's still lingering... Don't you think...?"

"But don't you want justice?!"

"I don't want any more drama than there has to be!"

You sigh, looking at your brother. "She's a messed up, terrible person."

He nods, looking down at his lap. "That's why I pushed her out of my life, with your help, and I'm hoping she won't come back. I don't want to have to be any more involved with her than I already have been."

Months later, you sit on your back porch next to Pedri, staring out at the grey rain. He's gotten another injury. Again. Wrapped in blankets because of the chill air.

But suddenly your brother whispers amongst the rain, "Thank you, Y/n."

"Hm?" you ask, looking up in confusion.

"For saving me."

You blink in confusion. "Sorry?"

He sighs, looking down. "I don't know. You... helped me from my ex. Encourage me always. You've always just been... well, my big sister."

You smile softly, but it's sad, as the rain beats down on the roof above you. Because there's still sadness in his eyes. You reach over and take his hand, but he still doesn't look up. "Pedri, you're lovely. Your dreams will sprout and come true. But no matter what happens, you'll always be perfectly you. You'll always be my little brother. There is no reason for you to be any different. There is no reason for you to change for anyone. There is no reason you should be a jigsaw now."

He whispers again, after hesitation, "It's you that's been putting my pieces back together. Piece by piece by piece. By piece."

You smile softly, blinking slowly. "You act like you're a lost cause. Pedri, you've just got to break free. And I'm here to help you do that."

"I know. Thank you." He's silent for a few second, before adding awkwardly, "I love you a lot."

You grin a little bit as you say, "I love you too. And- why don't you raise your head, king? Your crown is falling."

Suddenly he looks up, and you see that sweet, genuine, soft, loving smile on his lips that you love to see.

There's hope.

There's always hope.

No matter what happens to anyone, there's never, ever a reason to stop believing in hope.

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[amypihcs]

Hello! Hello dear friends! Scandalously late, but here i am, let's see today's letter!

They've gone to see the remaining of the busts and Holmes is trying to make something out of them

But now he only gets that the thief AND murderer was somehow interested in something more than just vandalism and... property destruction, apparently? In fact... the place he broke the bust in is relevant

Well, why?

Watson's voice after he called for the help from the public: The lamp!

I SO love that scene <3<3 Yes, i love all of the episode, lol

Let's send a little message to the poor journalist... Are you perhaps planning something, Mr Holmes? Why do you think so, Lestrade? -angelic face-

Pass tonight for some danger hanging out, also, i'm keeping your evidence. Nothing to worry, i'll return them... maybe.

Now for the questioning round!

First one not found. grrr.

Now to the second o-

LOOOOOL funny conspiration theory ahahahah. Morse Hudson is just ... A CHARACTER. As i'd say in Molise, 'un soggetto' But HEY!

He saw the man and gave us a name! Beppo! Probably Giuseppe is the actual name.

DISCLAIMER! I'm Italian, SOUTH italian, more than that. I find this story funny and i WILL make jokes that to people of more delicate taste might sound unsavory on Italy and Italians. Deal with it.

Well, time to head for the bust factory

We need to check the common fact.

And in fact...

Won't comment on the 'blue teutonic eyes' but yep. Beppo's clearly aknown person in the quarter. We even have a rela- NOOOOO no, damnit!

Vaguely panicking Holmes. I do think he suspects Beppo might be hiding at his family's and like, it makes sense, eh!

Obtained some news on this guy and now finally lunch!

To Watson's joy....And to Holmes' satisfaction...

His plan worked!! WAHOO! But Holmes, LET WATSON EAT! And eat calmly, please! You already rushed his breakfast!!

Last questions made and answered, back home where there's him!

LESTRAAAADE! Let's compare notes!

Oh, they're both satisfied, good. Here's the murdered man! Not the funniest person to know

Being from Naples, i DO think it more likely that Pietro and the Venucci fam were part of the Camorra, instead, but the concept is there. Now let's see how to get Beppo. Little outing in the italian quarter?

Nah, better a hop at Chiswick! If it doesn't work, tomorrow, some spaghetti all together by the italian quarter, how does that sound? Good, eh?

Plan for tonight's already done anyway. now sooorry

need to toss paper around! I DO wonder on how many rooms and trunks are filled with newspaper and scrapbooks in baker street. I'm not sure i want to know, i'm sure Mrs Hudson looks faint everytime she thinks of it.

Little analysis by Watson.

Conclusion, IT'S A DANGER DATE! WAHOO!

#letters from watson #victorian husbands #sherlock holmes #dr john watson #inspector lestrade #they made friends finally <3 #love them #love this story

[sublimecatgalaxy]

hello lovely!! can i request literally anything with negan please? i’m so glad that you love him as much as i do🥰

side note but i feel so exclusive being able to request lol

Bestie I never get Negan things so I appreciate this. Warning bestie, keeping spoilers as vague as possible and keeping the situation as vague as possible.

Maggie has every right to hate Negan and want nothing but to put in six feet under. She has every right to want to keep him as far away from the little remaining family she has left- Hershel, the people she's met along the way, the original group.

He's grown a lot since his time ruling the Sanctuary, no more minions to oversee, no more countless wives to do what he pleases with. He's a normal-ish guy, working in the fields after a decade in prison. I'd like to say that he's managed to grow and learn a lot, develop a perspective towards the people he's hurt. I've seen it- how he interacts with Judith, how he tends to his job and doesn't stray, how he gives his input but doesn't expect people to care about his opinion.

But sometimes- god- Maggie is unrelenting.

She's very open about the fact that she doesn't care if Negan dies or not, that she would offer him up to a group of walkers without hesitation if it meant she could keep herself safe and the others alive. He's expendable in her eyes but we all, the council, were in agreement that he could introduce himself into society once more and try to make ammends.

"Maggie, it's fine, I just need to head into the city to see if I can find anymore medical supplies. After the whisperers, we're low." I urge but she just looks between Negan and I, not totally convinced. "Like you always say, I'm a good shot but I'm distracted. Negan's not distracted." His head hangs low as a small smile stretches across his lips and I fight the urge to reach over a shove him.

"Except when he's with you." Maggie mutters, reaching forward to pat me on the shoulder. "Take a gun, take a few duffle bags and find us some good stuff." She says before walking swiftly away from us, not giving Negan another glance. I turn to the man with wide, eager eyes, clapping my hands.

"Mom said yes!" He laughs, shaking his head at me before quickly turning to duck down into the car. I follow quickly after him, slipping down into the passenger seat with a huff, kicking my feet up on the dash.

"Now, don't take this the wrong way but," Negan says, putting the car into drive as he sends me a sideways look, "what's got you so chipper today?" He asks as he pulls away from Alexandria, my brows raising teasingly at him. "No offense but I don't think I've ever seen you in this good of a mood, kid-"

"Ugh, kid." I groan, my previous smile I had on my face now fading into a look of disgust, my nose scrunching.

"What? Can't give you nicknames now?" He asks, turning to look at me briefly, his eyes shining in the sunlight that streams down on our vehicle, rays dancing through the sun roof.

"Call me anything but kid- I'm no kid, Negan, you know better than anyone." He scoffs, not taking my seriously until he spots my smirk out of the corner of his eyes, his jaw slacking as my feet sway on the dashboard.

"Goddamn- are you flirting with me?"

"We're out of Maggie's earshot, you can stop pretending you're not wildly attracted to me." I sing, watching him shift in his seat but not because he's uncomfortable, but because, after months of prying his brain open and getting to know him, we're finally alone.

"Wildly huh? You talk a big game for someone who can't get on their damn horse without a knight in shining armor-"

"It was one time." I groan, burying my face in my hands as his laughter bellows through the small vehicle, the sound making my stomach flutter. "Do I need to remind you of all the times you've embarrassed yourself in front of me?" I ask, watching the ways his cheeks darken a bit, his eyes looking anywhere but me.

"No ma'am, I'm afraid that list would be a lot longer and way more mean."

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[s0ym1lk]

Y'all seemed to like my analysis of the horse scene in Captive Prince, so let's do another one. This time we're going to look at chapters one through three of King's Rising.

Note that Pacat leads with the battle in which Laurent and his forces are absent. This gives the reader the chance to doubt Laurent's intentions. Damen even gives voice to it: it would be clever for Laurent to bait his enemies into destroying themselves by promising aid and then leaving them to die. Only after this do we find out that Laurent's been kidnapped.

Thus, after the battle we get that guilty knowledge when the herald shows up, on a pure white horse with a beautiful steaming banner, to announce that Laurent has taken Fontaine and will be receiving Damen there. We know that Laurent actually wanted to be at the fight. What we don't know, now, is why Laurent is being such a little bitch about it to Damen and his forces. He makes Damen ride to him. He sends an insultingly clean herald. He puts up gleaming, neat rows of tents (the line here is killer: "Did you exert yourself at Charcy? I have been here examining my nails."). And then when Damen meets Laurent, Laurent doesn't offer any explanation whatsoever. Damen literally has to reinjure him before Laurent gives any hint that something happened, AND THEN HE STILL DOESN'T EXPLAIN. At no point in the chapter does Laurent say, "oh yeah I got locked in a cell with Govart, and he dislocated my shoulder, tortured me for several hours, and stabbed me in the shoulder. I had to brain him with a chair and then blackmail Guion into giving me the fort." Why???

My theory: what happened is incredibly damning to Laurent's reputation with the Akielon forces, and Laurent has frankly no faith that things can be recovered. He makes Damen ride to him because strategically it's a sounder decision; if he rides to Damen, he's putting himself in danger. The showboating is a way of ensuring that Damen is not ambivalent or vague about his feelings when he finally meets Laurent. In addition, Laurent /knows/ Damen is temperamental. If he's going to think Laurent betrayed him, Laurent has better leverage of the situation bringing Damen's exhausted forces to his defensible doorstep and then goading Damen into a misstep. Laurent is controlling the situation in the assumption that it will go wrong.

Laurent is all in on the idea that Damen's going to believe the worst of him, which is why Laurent is described as "staring at him, his eyes oddly wide", after Damen shows he knows something else happened by reinjuring Laurent's shoulder. Laurent's been figured out, embarrassingly fast, in a way that he's suddenly not in control of.

What makes this next part so charged is not just the absolute banger of a twist finding out that Laurent has known all along who Damen is, but that Laurent is finally on the back foot and is seeking, desperately, to regain control. Laurent doesn't LIKE being known by Damen. He doesn't like the trust Damen is giving him. Look at what Laurent chooses to say about Damen's identity: 'I knew when you showed up a slave at my mercy. I knew when I almost had you killed.' Laurent brings up every BAD memory again. Laurent choose these things because promoting anger in Damen staves off that vulnerability. And Damen cuts right through it to: you knew when we went to bed? Damen is pivoting back to the good parts of their relationship.

Once again, Laurent tries to sully their relationship, to debase it in order to not show weakness. Yes, he knew when he let Damen fuck him. It was a calculated move so Damen would help him retake Charcy. It was something Laurent simply endured but did not want. Damen then calls bullshit.

I won't go through every example to the end of the chapter, but look at the different interpretations Laurent and Damen present. Laurent's always bends away towards violence, distance, hatred. Damen's bends towards vulnerability, trust, and love. Laurent is fucking SCARED of being vulnerable to Damen, and when he's backed into a corner like this, he throws out everything he can to sabotage their relationship. The only thing that allows Laurent to end the chapter with some success at sabotage is that until now, Damen and Laurent truly haven't been on equal ground. Laurent is right to say Damianos the king is not the same man to him as Damianos the slave was. Damen takes that challenge and says, then from here on out, you'll parley with me as a king. The rest of the book is spent supporting that relationship on equal ground, so this last hold out of Laurent's against vulnerability no longer has credibility.

What's interesting is how we can apply this back to the Charcy/Fortaine situation. I talked about why, strategically, it makes sense for Laurent to be an ass about not showing up to Charcy, and how that forces a real and possibly stupid reaction from Damen in the case that he doesn't believe Laurent. But it also reflects their characters. In coming to Fortaine and in trusting that Laurent had a reason, Damen bends towards vulnerability and trust. In goading Damen and his forces and in hiding what happened, Laurent bends away from it. He tries to provoke the worst outcome and justifies it through logic to prevent having to make himself vulnerable to trusting others. The fact that Damen continues to see through his ruses no matter how provocative Laurent tries to be is what eventually makes him give in.

#captive prince #captive prince spoilers #heavy spoilers this time all the way through the third book

[255940g]

Aftermath of 'Stuck on the nemesis'

You do need to read the fic that inspired this one for this fic to make sense. HERE it is!

Read it on AO3: HERE

summary: The tfp kids are stuck on the nemesis. No Decepticon expected the earthlings to be so difficult.

The kids looked at Soundwave from inside their clear container, then as the other Decepticons left the room closing the door leaving them with Soundwave.

Miko, as usual, decided to break the silence “Well I don’t know what I was planing but this was against it all.”

“Miko,” Jack signed in slight exasperation. Soundwave merely turned to the monitors in front of him. Not even bothering to unhook Lazerbevak. The walls were slippery and clear. Glancing Jack and Miko knowing that they were actually caught this time.

Jack broke the silence this time “We might as well continue what we would have done.”

Miko latched onto this shiny new topic instead of the hopelessness of their current situation. “OH my GOD yes. I actually kept track of how often they did it. I tried talking to Bulkhead about keeping track while we were out, but he was very uncomfortable and said he wouldn’t.”

“I would have done that with Arcee but I know she views Optimus like a Dad, so she would have also been highly disturbed. Maybe it doesn’t translate correctly?” Jack paused for a moment to gather the gratuitous the next sentence required “The amount of eyefucking they’ve done this past week was off the charts.” I nodded frantically while sitting down on the floor and placing my backpack on my lap. While keeping track of what I could understand off of the screen SoundWave was working on.

“Yea. I know when I’m hanging with Ratchet they have their intense glances at each other.” I finally piped up. Absently noting that SoundWave briefly paused in typing before resuming with a more … intent air about him. ‘Interesting’ I thought to myself. Continuing to speak piecing together a few different scenarios “OH! There was this one time. I can’t even describe it. Jack, can you pretend to be Optimus for a moment” Turning to Miko “This will really give you the picture of what happened.” On the word picture, I aggressively made eye contact with Miko, made a square with my thumb and pointer finger to gesture in the direction of Soundwave. There was a slight spark of understanding but mainly confusion in return.

Preceding to exaggerate the scenario “I almost wanted to hack the cameras to borrow the security video” Still aggressively making eye contact with Miko and stressing the word camera and video and made another vague gesture to Soundwave, hoping she’d connect the dots. “Just so I could show you two, but reenacting what happened will be just as good. The proportions between Jack and I are about that of Optimus and Ratchet.”

Miko’s smirk and very slightly holding up her phone greatly reassured me.

Sending a quick smile I turned mostly to Jack “You game to pretending to be Optimus?”

Looking between the two of us, Mikos hidden camera, and the bot where I vaguely gestured and the completely unblocked view of the screen he was working on, the dots visibly connecting with the small smile spreading across his face. “Yea. I’m all good with that. Especially as our cafe time has been rudely interrupted.”

He placed his backpack ext to Miko and walked back. I saw that Miko now had Jacks phone in her hands. Brilliant!

I also placed my backpack next to Miko while handing her my phone and slowly demonstrating the opening code.

Getting next to Jack I continued idly as if I wasn’t staging anything at all. ‘Jack, man, we gotta do the voices. They are so unrealistic that it’s hilarious.”

“Definitely. As long as you do them with me. I feel you do a better impression of Arcee than either of us can do.” Going along with the verbal distraction.

“Hey! Was Bulkhead there? I’ve been getting detention somewhat frequently recently.” Carelessly shrugging while keeping the camera stable and saying carelessly “Whoops.”

~Four hours later~

In the middle of us talking Soundwave slammed down his hands on the keyboard. Before abruptly walking over to our … box that we were imprisoned inside. He reached in and grabbed each of us and placed us in one of his arms. Our legs were hanging down in free space. He noticed our bags and haphazardly gave them to each of us only seeming to care that we were holding onto one.

Thankfully our shared high school experience allowed great practice for keeping our phones hidden and in our hands.

Soundwave wordlessly walked towards a wall and summoned a ground bridge in front of a wall. We walked into a Mexican standoff with Starscream and a few of the identical Steves all pointing their guns at the Autobots. As a collective, they turned to us as we appeared in their location.

Soundwave continued to walk towards the Autobots with us dangling in one of his arms, completely ignoring the entire exchange between Optimus and Starscream. Without even bothering to stop Soundwave handed Miko off to Bulkhead lifting her by the back of her shirt, me off to Bumblebee in the same fashion, then Jack was off safe in Arcee’s arms. Sharply turning around Soundwave walked back towards the ground bridge that he summoned. Ignoring all the attempts that Starscream made to get his attention. I quickly caught Miko’s smirk and looked over at Jack to see if we really should do it. The answering smile made the decision for me.

Miko and Jack called out almost in sync “Bye Uncle Soundwave!”

I called out just after them purposely more childish “Buh bye Uncle Soundy! We’ll have to get together for another cafe sesh again!” The other two piped up their agreement saying this was barely the basics to understand.

Watching in glee as Soundwave only matched away and into the ground bridge faster.

As soon as the ground bridge closed behind us Miko piped up “Optimus! We have presents for you. We have videos of whatever Soundwave was working on while we were captured.

“What! Either way, stop dallying and get the children into the beds for a check-up.” Ratchet called out. While the rest of the team looked at us in concern and shock.

“No idea what he was working on, but we caught it all on camera. We need to send it to you.”Jack continued.

“Though please mute it. We had to blab on and on about literal nothings to cover our tracks.” Miko continued

Seeing the concern on their faces “Yea, like that hour-long argument and the tearful reunion and apologies over which Hogwarts houses each of you belong in.” I called out. “I didn’t know you could cry on demand, Miko.”

“The wild patch of blueberries that Arcee stopped by but maybe they aren’t blueberries cause I puked a few times. But the thought is what counted as she knows I love blueberries.” Jack continued

The times I spent ranting about every minute detail about SmashMonkey and their genius music even down to their sheet music.” Sighed Miko. “What good times.”

Arcee muttered confused “I’ve never taken you to any patch of blueberries?”

Bulkhead piped up “But not long ago you were ranting that there were too many different instruments with incredibly simple and short parts to them?”

With a snap of her fingers, Miko proudly retorted “Exactly. We were good little chatty prisoners. We just gave them nothing useful and usually made up.”

This time Arcee spoke “How’d you get Soundwave to let you go? I’ve never seen him lose his cool or walk so fast?”

With fake innocence, Jack responded “No idea. We were just gossiping. We didn’t have the time to bring out the play on words, puns, or even a single direct quote from memes.”

Huffing on her amusement “Just let Ratchet look you over before any more time passes. He’ll have a conniption if he dosen’t.”

There were three already prepared human-sized beds for us to get onto. Reluctantly we walked to our doom when Bee asked “What’s up with calling Soundwave, Uncle?”

I answered “He was sort of babysitting all of us while we were in a cube. It reminded me of my Uncle Ernesto - I stole him from a movie. Obviously, their shared traits meant they must have some sort of spiritual connection making him an Uncle. Then because Jack, Miko, and I also have a spiritual sibling-hood it means Uncle Ernesto is their Uncle as well, so in extension, it means Soundwave is their Uncle too.” Nodding solemnly.

Jack just started to laugh. While handing his phone to me to get the videos to Ratchet and Optimus.

~later when the children were sent home under the more alert and watchful eye of their respective Guardian. No particular time was chosen but it is late at night or early in the morning depending on ho why you look at it. Either way, only Ratchet and Optimus are at the base.~

“What are the children doing - “ Ratchet was cut off when he walked into the hanger. There were no children, but Optimus was beginning the work of carefully going through the video files the children smuggled to them.

Needlessly Optimus stated, “I’ve started to review the footage the children have retrieved for us.”

Ratchet: “Why isn’t it muted? Do you want to listen to whatever the children have said to have driven off all mechs Soundwave to the brink of insanity?”

Mikos loud exclamation cut between the two of them “You’re right! Ratchet is a Grumpy Grandpa!!”

Ratchets helm snapped to the screen “What?!” he cried.

Raf’s voice said a little quieter “It makes so much sense doesn’t it. However, I’d have to add onto the grumpy grandpa bit. He’s a grandparent who has a highly important and busy job along with several children and grandchildren, but he seems confused as to how he even managed to get one kid let alone several.”

Jack agreed “That really is what seems to have happened. Obviously, Optimus is the dad. He radiates those vibes.”

Miko agreed fervently “The vibes are all dad ones. And like Ratchet he doesn’t know the vibes he’s giving off along with a very important and busy job and several children to give the exact equal amount of attention to or else the other children will feel abandoned.

“Old friend,” Optimus murmured, “Before landing, we knew that humankind had an accelerated and exaggerated sense of community and family, but I never thought that they would think of us as an extension to that.”

“What do you mean? They are mocking me!” Ratchet exclaimed. His point was theoretically proven when Raf joked “The ultimate weapon, a disappointed, Scottish, Grumpy grandpa Ratchet,” then in a terrible attempt at a Scottish accent and only vaguely mimicking Ratchets voice continued “Bulkhead, I needed that.”

“This is only the first 30 minutes of the recordings to go through and already they have said and shown that the three of them consider us their family.” Optimus continued with a rare gentile smile on his face.

No one knows but Optimus saved some of the recordings to his personal banks, to recall later.

---Idk how to fit this in the fic but just before leaving for home after everyone was cleared by Ratchet healthwise, the children once again say “please mute it.” Then bring up the point that the nonsense they were saying was purposefully annoying and was enough to break Soundwave in a few hours.---

#maccadam #miko nadakai #miko nakadai #tfp raf #tfp soundwave #tfp jack #tfp optimus prime #dadtimus prime #fluff #adorable #team as family #grandpa Ratchet

[datingjaeminfr]

+ DENIED + CHOI SOOBIN

PAIRING: Choi Soobin x Male Reader

GENRE: Smut

WARNINGS: Denied cum, Slight pet play (collar & chain lead), Dirty talk, Degrading, Mentions of cheating, Choking, Biting, Fingering, Face fucking, Face grinding, Hitting (literally one slap but still-)

Summary: You weren't at all prepared for what was to come. He showed you very quickly that leaving wasn't an option.

Note: Honestly, I might use this au more often. It's literally amazing and if it's going to take over my life, why not make it take over yours?

You had broken up with your, now ex, boyfriend, Soobin, a little over a week ago. I mean sure, you couldn't blame him for being busy, but you felt like you weren't getting what you wanted in a relationship with him. You weren't the type to cheat, but you felt like you desperately needed someone else. To resolve that issue, you left him, lying that you simply 'fell out of love', the usual bullshit reason people used when breaking up or cheating. You still loved him however, sobbing your eyes out in the arms of your best friend every night.

Surprisingly, Soobin took the news quite well, and you wondered if he was doing the exact same as you were. Keeping a facade and acting like you didn't give two shits, when really you just wanted to be in his arms. But it'd be wrong to go crawling back to him now. He didn't even try to contact you throughout the week. You thought you messed up everything to the point he didn't even want to be friends. You couldn't blame him.

It was about 12pm, or at least somewhere around that time anyway. Your friend had gone home after much persuasion as you reassured them that you'd be fine tonight. You woke up in cold sweats, a bad gut feeling in the pit of your stomach. Sitting up, you looked over at your window, feeling a chilly breeze sweeping through the open gap towards you. A sense of panic caused a rush of adrenaline to course through your veins. You definitely shut that window. And you as well as whoever was in here knew it.

You looked around wildly, a psychotic giggle resounding at your actions. You looked towards the source of the sound, seeing a tall shadow standing in the corner of your room. That alone was enough to send you crawling back until you hit the headboard. You watched the figure with wide eyes, almost as though it would help you see them better. A deep, vaguely familiar voice spoke, "You really screwed me over love. All I did was take care of you, love you, but you still screwed me over." You didn't respond, silently shaking in fear.

The figure moved into the moonlight shining through the open frame of glass. "Cat got your tongue?" They teased, the corner of their lips twitching into a smirk. "S-soobin," you managed to stutter out. "Oh, so you can still speak? That's good, I don't want to make you lose your voice just yet." He commented. His deep tone, mixed with the words he spoke, sent a shiver down your spine. "W-why are you here? We b-broke up a week ago." You stammered questioningly, stumbling over your words. Soobin rolled his eyes, "Don't be scared of me yet angel. I haven't even started." His voice lowered on the last sentence, becoming almost dark.

He moved closer to you, standing at the edge of your bed. Crawling on top of it, he grabbed your thigh tightly, dragging you underneath him as he looked down upon you. He dug his nails into the soft flesh as he leaned down, whispering into your ear, "You can't leave me. Once you become mine, oh babe, you stay mine." His voice roughened on the last words and you could feel your sweatpants slightly tighten. He backed up until he was off the bed, still dragging you with him. You let out a high pitched yelp, trying to wriggle out of his grip as he harshly squeezed your thigh in order to move you.

Ignoring your pain he pulled out a black leather collar, slipping it around your neck and tightening it to the point you could barely breath. After attaching a heavy silver chain to it he wrapped it around his hand. You could feel yourself get harder with the action even though you so badly wanted to get out of there. You begged him to stop, to take it off and you'd do whatever he wanted, but he wouldn't give you the time of the night. He'd do what he wanted to do with you either way, so what was the point?

Soobin forced you up against the bed after turning you around, your head lying on top of the edge at an awkward angle that was almost painful. He moved closer until he were so close that your nose was almost touching his crotch. Clearly, that was the plan as he bunched up the chain and placed his massive hands either side of your head. He slightly pulled you up, relying on the bed to be your support as he pressed his clothed hard on to your face. He grinded into it, quiet, raspy groans leaving him as he used you to pleasure himself.

You could barely breath with the collar, let alone being pressed so hard against his private regions. You let out a sharp whine, attempting to grab his attention and make him stop. You resulted in getting slapped instead, but you kept acting like a brat, refusing to shut up. So he decided to make you. Pulling away from your face momentarily, he pulled his trousers and boxers down in one go, his dick springing up into your face. "W-wait ple-" He shut you up, stuffing his sensitive part into your mouth before you could finish protesting.

From previous experiences, you knew you couldn't take in all of him, not that Soobin cared. He fucked into your mouth as you gagged and choked around him. Your eyes shut as tears pricked the corner of them, trying desperately to to breath. "Aw is the baby crying?" He cooed at you, "But you're taking my cock so well darling. It's like your mouth was made for my dick, and my dick only. You were born to be my cock slut weren't you?" Your erection was painfully hard as you tried to nod, precum soaking a patch in your own boxers. You opened your eyes again, looking up at him.

"Such a good - fuck - boy for me. You like this, huh? You like being called a cock slut by your master? It's what you are. The only thing you're - shit - fucking u-useful for." He shamed you relentlessly, his dick twitching in your mouth, telling you he was close. He cursed as he released his load into your mouth, his head falling back and his body shaking as his orgasm washed over him. Pulling out of you he covered your mouth with his hand, forcing you to swallow. Taking his hand away, you panted heavily having not been able to breathe properly.

He picked you up, throwing you onto the bed and pinning you down once again. Kissing you roughly, he used his tongue, exploring what was already his. He reached down, yanking your sweat pants and boxers down. Ridding of them, he threw them elsewhere, taking his own clothes down there off fully, sending them after yours. He stopped kissing you, sitting up and pulling his shirt over his head. He ripped your shirt off of you, tearing it in half at an angle, throwing both of them away as well.

Flipping you over, he pushed a single digit into your ass. You moaned out loudly, euphoria filling you, a cause of both fear and pleasure. Soobin was completely unpredictable, no warning given in his actions. He added a second finger, the length of them causing him to hit your prostate as he began to move them in a scissoring motion inside of you. Deeming that as you being prepped enough, even though you needed four of them in you to stretch you enough, he took his fingers out. Lining up with your entrance, you guessed the improper preparation was part of your punishment.

He leaned over you, pushing your face into the bed as he slowly entered you, groaning at how tight you were. "Fuck baby, you’re so tight. You really were made for me, made to be my own personal sperm bank." The dirty talk had your dick dripping as it pulsed from not being touched, driving you crazy. He used the chain to tug your head to the side, biting into the area between your neck and shoulder to muffle his moans, moving without allowing you to properly adjust to his size. You screamed out in pain, tears non-stop streaming down your face as he pounded into you. You gripped the sheets with all your strength. It didn't help with the pain, but stabilized you a bit more.

Soon enough the pain turned to pleasure and you screamed Soobin's name. "More! I need more! Please!" You begged loudly. "More? Is this not enough for you slut? Is my dick not enough to pleasure you?" Soobin demanded, releasing your neck, blood running down it from how hard his teeth sunk into you. You couldn't respond, pleasure turning you almost entirely dumb. Soobin chuckled at your lack of response, "You have the guts to ask for more yet you're fucked stupid from my dick already, hm? You little whore."

He pumped your dick, jacking you off as his thrusts sent you into another universe. Drool spilt out your mouth as your body began to tremble. Without warning, he shot his juices into you. It almost caused you to orgasm, but let go of your length, refusing to carry on pleasuring you. Breathing heavily he pulled out, drops of his cum dripping onto the bed. You whimpered, whined, anything to try and get him to let you cum. He laughed cruelly, "Bad boys don't get to cum, fucking slut."

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