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ghost-with-a-teacup · 10 months

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hi! so i loved the whats in between fic (because everyone does) and i wanted to ask if you could write something like the spiderteens watches broke and they cant get back home so instead of waiting it out in the spider society place they go to miguel and readers house and sleep over! and ofc miguel complaining about just having them fix the watches but that would take too long

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Summary: Miles is on a mission that ends up going awry right as it's about to end, and with his watch shattered there's no way to get back home. The answer? Stay at you and Miguel's shared home for the night :3

Warnings: None!! It's really fluffy, Miguel is soft with Miles (I'm sorry I couldn't help it hhhh)

It's late at night as Miles walks through the Spider Society HQ. Far too late for anyone to still be around, everyone was already at home in their own universes. He on the other hand was coming back from a mission that went awry.

It was supposed to be easy. Pop in, pack up the anomaly and head back to drop them off before going home. But for the last 7 hours the villain managed to evade his grasp until he finally cornered them on the edge of town at a shipping dock. But somehow on the trip back to HQ the villain managed to escape both the webbing they were stuck in and the force field keeping them trapped.

Had it not been for the fact that the villain glitched out mid-fight, HQ might be a lot worse for wear than it was. Luckily Miles managed to recapture the villain and place them into the holding area, but not without a cost.

In his hands was his watch, broken to pieces. He already loathed the lashing out he was about to receive from the Leader of the Society, but since there was no way for him to get home otherwise there was no avoiding the conversation.

Making his way through the doorway, he’s surprised to see you analyzing the screens instead of Miguel, having already mentally prepared for the scolding he was about to receive.

Right before he was about to open his mouth to speak, his form glitches out as he groans in pain, his atoms clearly unhappy to be existing in a universe that wasn’t his own.

“Miles!” you say, concern washing over your expression as you finally take note of him. Swinging down from the platform, you grasp his shoulders keeping him upright. “Are you alright? Is there something wrong with your watch?” you ask as you check him over like a worried mother.

“Something wrong? More like it's in multiple different pieces,” Lyla says, popping up behind him and looking at the broken watch he was trying to hide.

Miles’ expression grows even more sheepish as he brings his hands around to show you.

“I’m really sorry, the anomaly I was trying to capture escaped the trap somehow on the way back to HQ,” he says, and your eyes widen as you glance back to your screens. At that moment his body glitches out again, and you look at him worriedly. Then your expression brightens as you remember something.

“Give me one sec, sweetie,” you say with a kind smile before swinging back up toward the platform. Searching around, you reach into Miguel’s top drawer and find just what you were looking for.

“Hey Miles, catch!” you say, tossing him the bracelet. The Spider Society ‘Day Pass’ as Peter liked to call it. Relief immediately washes over his face as he slips the bracelet on, and he says a small ‘thank you’ as you swing back to his level.

“You don’t happen to have any spare watches lying around, do you?” he asks, shuffling back and forth on his feet. A nervous tick you seem to have picked on in the time you have known him.

“Typically we do…but Jess brought in a few new recruits the other day so we just ran out. Lyla, what’s the status on the production of those new watches?” you ask, and she pops over onto your shoulder as she scrolls through her own screens.

“Hm…it should be about another 16 hours until they’re done. We had to have some parts shipped in from the city which put them behind schedule,” she explains.

“Usually we would just fix it for you rather than you getting a brand new watch, but considering the state of yours…” you say, taking the broken watch into your own hands. The screen was shattered, the wristband was practically nonexistent and somehow the circuit board was hanging out in pieces.

“What on Earth even happened to this? Did the anomaly chew it up and spit it out again or something,” you say with a laugh, and Miles only chuckles nervously.

“Yes, actually. That’s exactly what happened,” he winces, and you only laugh harder for a few moments before pulling yourself together, your expression becoming a touch more serious.

“You’re not hurt anywhere, right?” you worry over him, turning him from side to side to check him over. You had a soft spot for the young Spiders here at the society and weren’t afraid to show it. Miguel had one too, though he loathed to admit it.

“No, I’m alright. It’s just my watch that isn’t,” he says, and you smile at him understandingly.

“Alright, but if I sense that you’re lying to me you’re heading straight to the infirmary young man, do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am!” he says, and you laugh softly.

“Don’t call me ma’am, it makes me feel old,” you say.

“Sorry, ma’am! Wait…” his eyes widen slightly as he realizes his mistake. You only snort.

“We’ll work on it, Miles,” you grin. “The only issue right now is how to get you home…Lyla, is there anyone still at HQ? I left my watch at home since I thought I’d only be staying on base today,” you ask.

“Nope! Sorry, ma’am,” she says jokingly, and you narrow your eyes at her playfully. “Everyone’s missions finished up early today, Miles was the last one back.”

“Damn,” you say as you run through things you could do.

“Since there’s no way to get you back to your universe until the watches finish up…since it’s not too long, how would you feel about staying at me and Miguel’s house for the night? I was about to head back when you came in,” you suggest, and Miles’ face drops at the suggestion.

“Yours and Miguel’s house?” he asks. He knew the two of you were together, you had revealed you were married a few months back but he didn’t think he would be staying at your shared home.

“No offence, but there is no way Miguel would be happy to have somebody staying the night, let alone me,” he says quickly, and you give him a sympathetic look.

“Well, it's a good thing it's not only his house, it's mine too. And I’m inviting you to stay the night, okay? I don’t want you staying at HQ alone, there’s nowhere to sleep unless you want to rest on a hard pillar all night and we have a guest room you can stay at,” you explain, but Miles’ expression is still unsure.

“Look, I know the two of you didn’t exactly get off on the right foot when you first met, but I can give you my word when I say that you are one of the few people he tolerates even if he doesn’t show it. Okay Miles?” you say, and while he doesn’t look like he fully believes you quite yet, he finally relents.

“Alright,” he says, and you pat his shoulder warmly.

“Alright,” you say with a smile. “C’mon, let’s head to my car and we’ll head back to my place, yeah?”

“He won’t be angry that I’m there…right?” Miles asks as he fidgets a bit as he settles into the passenger seat.

“Not on my watch,” you chuckle. “He had the day off, he should be in a great mood. But you know, a lot of his anger is just a front for the things he’s been through. He doesn’t like people getting close to him, and while I admit it isn’t the healthiest coping mechanism, we all deal with grief differently. Do you get what I mean?” you explain as you drive back home.

“Yeah…yeah, I do,” he says softly, and you smile sympathetically as you glance over at him.

Despite the good work that everyone does at the Spider Society, being heroes in their own worlds, they all have some of the most difficult lives. Filled with suffering, grief, secrets and loss. It was the lives they were dealt by the hands of fate, and though that fate is shared across the multiverse it didn’t make it any less hard.

“He’s hard on you and your friends because you’re young and he thinks he can mould you into the heroes he wants you to be, which isn’t right and I tell him that often. But it also means he thinks you all have greater potential beyond what you can see, and he does care…even if he struggles to show it. Don’t worry too much, sweetheart,” you say. You knew you were rambling, but you just wanted to ease his worries at least a bit. He nods before his stomach interrupts the conversation.

You laugh a bit as a flustered expression washes over his face.

“Hungry? I’ll whip up something for a late-night dinner, I’m pretty hungry myself. How does that sound?” you say warmly, and he nods.

“…Thank you, really. I’m grateful you’re doing all this for me, you really didn’t have to,” he says, and you shake your head.

“Don’t worry about it, Miles. I quite adore you and your little friends, even if you do get up to the most trouble,” you say, memories of them and all their pranks around HQ playing through your head as you pull up to your driveway.

The house was a bit outside of the main city, somewhere quiet and less industrial than the heart of Nueva York. The lights were still on in the living room, indicating that Miguel hadn’t yet gone to bed which was to be expected. He always waited up for you to come home, (not to mention he had the worst sleep schedule).

“C’mon sweetheart,” you say, stepping out of the car. But you notice Miles’ expression, looking absolutely terrified even though he tried his best to hide it. You couldn’t help but laugh a bit.

“Miles, you’ve been here before. I promise it’s alright, okay?”

“Okay,” he says, finally smiling a bit.

You both walk up the front steps, and you unlock the door like you’ve done so many times before.

“Mi vida,” you hear Miguel’s voice say as he appears around the corner. It washes over you like a warm summer breeze, and you feel the tension leave your body as you finally return home. You can’t help the soft smile that plays across your face.

“Hello, darling,” you say, and he can’t help but smile back.

“Now…I know I didn’t give you a heads up but,” you say as you pull Miles out from where he was hiding behind the front door. Immediately Miguel’s expression drops slightly, not so much in anger but more so in annoyance that there was someone there to interrupt his time with his wife.

“Before you say anything, Miles’ watch broke on the way back from a mission, and you know that the new watches are still in production since we ran out a few days ago so I figured since they would be done relatively soon, he can stay the night and head back to his universe in the morning?” you say, not so much asking but telling him much to his dismay.

For a moment he only sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking back at you. He could never stay upset at you, at least not for long.

“While a warning would have been nice, mi alma,” he scolds lightly, and you grin sheepishly.

“You can stay the night Miles, though it would do you well to not break any more watches in the future,” he chastises, and Miles straightens up almost comically.

“Yes, sir! I’m really sorry about that, the villain managed to escape the trap somehow and managed to bite it off of my arm before I could get away, and then it got really hectic back at HQ but don’t worry though because there isn’t too much damage, and I managed to clean up the most of it but there might still be some debris around and-” he rambles nervously, but Miguel’s snort of amusement interrupts him.

“Look kid, I get it. Mistakes happen, just don’t make it a point to break Society's property too often, yeah?” Miguel says a kind expression on his face that soothes Miles’ nerves.

“Yes, sir!” he says immediately.

“Don’t call me sir, it makes me feel old. Miguel is fine,” he replied, and you laugh slightly at the fact that you said the same thing earlier.

“Come inside already Miles, or are you planning to spend the night on our porch,” you say, pulling him in gently by the wrist.

“Are gorditas alright? I know they’re not exactly dinner food but I’m craving them,” you ask him, noticing Miguel’s expression light up at the mention of them, almost identical to the expression on Miles’ face.

“Gorditas? They’re my favourite!” Miles says, and you smile as you head into the kitchen to whip them up.

“Behave, you two!” you call out as you leave them to their own devices in the living room.

Before long, the late dinner is served. Small talk and banter are tossed around the table as you all eat together, then you usher Miles off to bed like a worried Mother given the late hour before heading off to bed yourself with Miguel by your side.

“That was quite the surprise today, mi vida,” Miguel says as you join him in bed, Miles all settled in the guest room and snoring away.

“I know…but he’s a good kid and I felt bad leaving him at HQ alone,” you say sheepishly, peering up to look at him.

“Lyla’s there…” he trails off, and you smack him playfully.

“Miguel,” you chastise, and he raises his hands in surrender as you snort. “I’m kidding! I’m kidding,” he says, and you just shake your head with a smile.

“I felt bad, you know?” you say softly, and he turns a bit more to listen to you speak.

“This life we all live here at the Society? It’s hard, especially for the young ones. I didn’t want him to feel alone in a universe that isn’t even his own, this life is lonely enough as is,” you voice your thoughts. It really was hard, living this life and protecting the canon at the expense of other Spiders’ suffering. Anything you could do for them you would do, to make things at least a bit easier. It’s why you were pretty much Miguel’s right hand alongside Jess, you were the gentle touch paired with his cold calculated self.

“You really do have a soft spot for them, don’t you?” Miguel asks, and you chuckle softly.

“I do, but don’t pretend that I don’t notice you do too my love,” you say, and he scoffs slightly before glancing away. But by now you knew that was one of his tells that he wasn’t being entirely honest with you.

“I’m not soft, querida,” he says, and you give him a knowing look to which he switches off the lights to avoid.

“Whatever you say, tough guy,” you say before snuggling in closer, a content smile on your face as you feel yourself drift off to sleep in his arms.

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A/N: I can't help it, Miles is just so precious I had to have the reader be motherly with him lol. Thanks for reading! And I apologize for the delay in requests, it's a teensy bit overwhelming but I promise I am working on them!!

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o hara #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spider verse spoilers #across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #spiderman 2099 x reader

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bruisedconscience · 2 years

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hfjdjf oh holy sh!t i have a drs appt wednesday to talk abt my anxiety and boy does that make my heart pound and gimme anxiety!!! :)

#[ what if they don’t believe me or help me! lmao! ]#[ I’m gonna try n stop worrying abt it;#but that is Exactly the Issue I am Seeking Help For ]#[ also for my .ADHD lifelong battle #and my gender dysphoria linked to my tr— ]#ooc #[ possibly tbd ]#[ hhHH ]#[ I gotta go to bed oops lol ]

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carcasstohounds · 2 years

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accidentally breaking someone’s heart like :/

#louise.txt #do not rb #hhhh god #broke up with someone. tbh the worst part is seeing them go through it.#like. it’s not my fault but i still feel so guilty #does not help that they are being sad on just about every social media platform they have so. there’s that.#and now i feel weird being around my friends at all because they’re still friends with them and i’m not gonna make them stop being friends #it’s just like. i know being around me makes them uncomfortable. and i just. want to be with my friends again.#week and a half of school left though!

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yuan4i · 3 months

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37. fool

your phone rang, waking you up. “hhhh yn, your phone’s been ringing for while now.” scara groaned, half asleep. “sorry.” you said, getting up and yawning.

caller id : AL HAITHAM

you were now fully awake. shit… you’ve been ignoring all his calls. you jumped out the bed, ran into your bathroom and answered the phone.

if you were honest, you haven't seen al haitham in such a weak state since the first year of high school… but him crying? that was something no one saw. not even his boyfriend; kaveh. now you started to wonder what led to making up so upset? did he and kaveh have a disagreement? why did he call you out of everyone? you threw on a hoodie, and leaned down to your roommate's sleeping body. “hey, scara. i’m going out for a little, i’ll be back soon.” you whispered, covering his bare back with the blanket he kicked off.

you then see a tall shadow, standing at a grave. “haitham?” “yn, you made it.” he looked at you, his eyes watery and avoiding looking at yours. “what happened…? was it kaveh?” “no, i just… i just i guess i missed my grandmother.” his grandmother…? oh. OH. the realization hit you. his grandmother probably passed while you were in liyue. that explains how he’s changed so much since you last saw him 2 years ago.

“my grandmother passed when you were in liyue’s med program. usually kaveh would help me with my feelings but he’s sleeping… i didn’t want to wake him up because he hasn’t slept in days.” he started. kaveh not sleeping? typical kaveh. “he stresses over all the little things, and when exams came up, he was studying non-stop. so i called you instead, i apologise for dumping all this on you.” his lips were now trembling.

normally people would be astonished by the amount of emotions he’s showing right now. he usually is seen as a cold and stoic man, but to you, he’s still the little boy that you fell in love with in middle school when you two haven't met kaveh. the quiet boy who would teach you how to press flowers, the kind boy who helped tutor you when you weren’t doing well in language class.

all of the emotions he was feeling somehow started to affect you too. your eyes also started tearing up, you felt like shit. you felt like shit because you weren't there to help him, your past closest friend, out on such a hard time. you were at a loss for words, you wanted to comfort him, but you didn’t know how or what to say. “haitham, i’m so sorry to hear that about your grandmother… i wish i was there for you…” you mumbled, pulling him in for a hug... his cheeks flushed.

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al haitham x reader x kaveh SYNOPSIS kaveh, al haitham and you are close friends and went to the same high school. but after your junior year, you left them and sumeru behind for liyue’s 2 year med school exchange program. now you’re back in sumeru for a class reunion and attending sumeru akademiya.

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jaydaichu · 1 year

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may i request how the armed detective agency reacts when they found out dazai actually has a s/o? maybe they can find out by following dazai around shdhdhd.

dazai said he has some important matters to attend to, and atsushi (and kunikida of course-) decides to follow to figure out if he plans to slack or something

hopefully this make sense hhhh

"𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒" 𝐟𝐭 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔

This was so fun to write, I hope you enjoy it! <3 and happy Valentine’s Day!!

“Well, would you look at the time! I have to be somewhere to see someone, so I’ll see you all later!” Dazai grinned, packing up his stuff.

The members of the Armed Detective Agency were all too used to how flighty the ex-mafioso was and of his hatred for working, but, somehow he seemed… different today.

At least, according to Kunikida he did. Atsushi didn’t quite see how he looked genuinely excited, more so than usual, but he was always up for something other than paper work.

And that was how Atsushi found himself ducking around a corner, spying creepily on Dazai. Kunikida was furiously scribbling down notes in his notebook, notes that probably pertained to his partner’s every expression.

The were-tiger could already feel a headache incoming. He couldn’t imagine that this would amount to more than an embarrassing goose chase.

You hummed a tune quietly to yourself as you perused the menu, still a little indecisive. Luckily, you were in no rush to order as you were waiting for you lover to arrive.

You always felt pulling him away from work for lunch, but he seemed all to eager to ‘take a break with his beloved’, as he always said.

Despite his outward ‘devil-may-care’ attitude, Dazai was an incredibly devoted partner, always eager to spend time with you. Smiling to yourself, you set down the menu, content to wait.

Just as you did so, the door opened, the chimes ringing pleasantly. Glancing backwards, a smile lit up your face at the familiar brunette.

You waved, and the moment he spotted you, his face lit up. In moments, he was sat beside you and hugging you tightly. “Oh, my delicate flower, how wondrous it is to see you! You wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had!” He whined dramatically and slumped against you.

You laughed, but hugged him back. “Somehow, I doubt you’ve done much work, ‘Samu,” You teased. “But it’s good to see you too,” You added softer and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Dazai grinned genuinely, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Well, I’m sure you’ve done enough work for the both of us. So, lunch is on me, angel, order whatever you-!”

“DAZAI?!” “WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THEM?!” Both your attention were immediately on the two men standing in the middle of the cafe, fingers pointing to you.

You didn’t recognize either of the men, but from the way your lover was groaning with an usually annoyed face palm, you could tell that he certainly did.

“Is something wrong? Or were neither of you taught any manners?” You deadpanned, irritated. Dazai was busy enough, the last thing you wanted was two strangers interrupting your time together.

Dazai smirked and patted your cheek lovingly. “Don’t worry, angel, they’re just my coworkers, who must’ve followed me like stalkers!” He announced, pointedly.

The blonde man jolted at his words and cleared his throat awkwardly. “A-apologies, we were just suspicious as to why Dazai is always leaving during the day…”

Your jaw dropped and a scandalized noise left you. “‘Samu! You never told them about me?!” You gasped. The younger of your partner’s coworkers stepped forward, smiling sheepishly.

“My name is Nakajima Atsushi! Nice to meet you!” The boy had such a genuine smile that you couldn’t help but shaker god outstretched hand.

“I’m Ln Yn, it’s nice to put a face to the name! In fact-!” A hand was placed on your shoulder and you glanced back, the sight of your lover desperately trying to smile while shaking his head, as if already knowing what you were going to say.

“But I want to meet your coworkers! You always have such good things to say about them!” You pouted, knowing he could hardly resist anything you wanted when you did so. His eye twitched but he sighed over dramatically.

“Fine! But don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Ah, you’d forgotten about the blonde man, but Dazai certainly hadn’t.

“Blink twice if you need help, darling, honestly,” A scarily beautifully woman commanded, shielding your eyes from your protesting partner.

“Mmm… I don’t know,” A man sporting nerdy glasses interjected, hands full of snacks, “they actually want to date him,” He deduced incredulously.

“Why is that such a surprise, Ranpo?! I am a catch after all!” Dazai shouted, shaking his fist at ‘Ranpo’. Everyone shrugged with a dubious sound, causing you to laugh.

Everyone quieted down, surprised by your sudden amusement, Dazai included. After you calmed down, you smiled at everyone in the room.

“I’m glad to see that ‘Samu has plenty of people to take care of him!” You smiled fondly, “And to knock him down a notch, god knows he needs it…” You added under your breath.

“Angel, not you too!” Dazai cried, falling to his knees. “I’m never letting you meet them again,” He promised, fist to his chest.

“Anyways, you should come over more often!” Atsushi offered, much to your excitement and your lover’s horror.

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horde-princess · 1 year

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so okay like. okay so. in evangelicalism everything is about spiritual warfare right. if you're not a soldier for god then you’re working for the devil, whether you know it or not. it's super interesting to see how nate stevenson plays with different sides of this.

adora was turned into a weapon for the “heroes,” while nimona was considered a weapon for the "villains.” along with the subversion of these institutionally-defined roles in both stories, there's this common thread where nimona and adora both reject this label of being a "weapon" - either for OR against the unjust system.

which is weird right? why would nimona care if someone called her a weapon for good. it becomes clear though when you think about the religious metaphors... it’s always about choice.

(x)

i think the word weapon is intended to convey a sense of absent free will. you're not the one making decisions, someone else is controlling you in their own war. in nimona’s case it’s about rejecting the church's perception that being queer = being used by satan, and then nate goes a step further in she-ra to say actually, the real weapon was when i was being wielded by the church. in either case, i reject the idea that i’m just a pawn in some kind of spiritual war, and also reject your perception of me as such. i have the power to claim autonomy over my own life - "i am not a weapon.”

so with this context we can more fully appreciate adora’s line here, the whole metaphor of she-ra being a weapon and how it wraps up with a bold and genuinely heretical statement that challenges christian control of the narrative. you could think of "weapon" literally, like the inquisition which helped inspire nimona’s character, and she-ra addresses christian imperialism in general. but more subtly it’s also evangelicals believing that it’s ok to harm & traumatize people in the name of “love.” a huge theme in the show is about this uniquely cruel trauma of being taught to hate and attack lgbt+ people while you yourself are repressing your identity and sense of belonging in the community.

THIS IS SO MUCH TO THINK ABOUT HHHH NIMONA IS SO GOOD!!!!!!

#hey guys did u miss me #lkdjfd i wrote this a while ago but thought it deserved to see the light of day😔#she ra #nimona #religious meta

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dead-dove-yandere · 2 months

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Hhhh, I can't help but get attatched to our lovely bakery girl~. Could I request another drabble/short story featuring Laura?

Also, 👾🌒 anon's OC giving her petnames is soooo adorable!

~ 💌

Absolutely! This ended up being longer than I intended but oh well lol.

I think 👾🌒’s OC and Laura would be really cute together well as cute as a relationship with a yandere can be lol

TW: Stalking, unhealthy parasocial relationship, obsession, delusional beliefs, abusive messages, toxic behaviour

Laura looked up from the notebook on her desk as she heard a ping. She grabbed the mouse of her computer and looked until she saw the notification and she quickly clicked on it, her eyes scanning the screen.

“Darling made a new post!”

There was a quiet gasp from her as she clicked it, the post in question opening up and loading a video. She turned her sound up and started playing the video, kicking her feet under the desk and squealing with excitement. She loved seeing you, whether it be in videos like this, fancams, photoshoots, or the rare few occasions where she was able to go to a concert and see you in the flesh. Her heart raced as she remained transfixed on the screen. The video in question was just a silly one, a joke video where you go around pranking your fellow band members. The sort of thing made purely to be fan service, but it was much more than that to Laura. In her eyes, this was how you communicated to her, broadcasting yourself to the world to capture the attention of your soulmate, her. Her eyes widened as she was enraptured, hanging onto your every word and laughing along with you in the video.

She was interrupted by another ping. Her eyes flicked down and saw that it was a message from one of her friends. She paused the video and switched tabs to read the message.

“Hey, can I talk to you about something?”

Laura typed a response, her keyboard clacking softly.

“Yeah sure, what’s up?” She watched as the typing icon appeared, taunting her as she waited, fidgeting. She wanted to finish watching your video. What could be taking so long? There was another ping as her friend finally sent a well edited response.

“I don’t want this to come off the wrong way but you’ve been talking a lot more frequently about that idol since we went to the concert and we’re concerned.” Laura frowned. She read and reread the message over and over, trying to make sense of it, not understanding what her friend was getting at. She typed back, her keyboard clacking louder as she typed faster.

“What do you mean? I’ve always been a fan of the band, I thought you guys were too? Why is it suddenly a problem?” There was another few minutes of waiting, and Laura started to get agitated, gritting her teeth as she tapped on the desk.

“That’s not the issue. It’s how obsessive you are about it now. Tbh it’s creeping a lot of our other friends out. I don’t want to be rude but you need help.” Laura’s eyes stung as tears blurred her vision. She bared her teeth as she read the message. Creepy? Why was she talking like this?

“What the hell do you mean creepy? I thought we were friends why the hell would you say something like that?” Laura got a reply almost immediately this time.

“This whole thing about you being convinced that some idol is your soulmate, it’s not healthy, Laura.” Laura didn’t even stop to think about her response, typing out whatever came to her in the moment, pressing hard enough that the keys creaked and threatened to crack. She spammed her friend with multiple messages, pouring out her anger.

“There’s nothing wrong with me liking an idol!”

“You’re just jealous because they looked at me not you at that concert.”

“We are soulmates, we are perfectly suited to one another!”

“All of you got lucky and got boyfriends or girlfriends and told me that I’d eventually find the right person but when I do all of a sudden you think I shouldn’t be with them?”

“Just because you’re all prettier than me and I’m the ugly friend it’s suddenly creepy to love someone?”

“Why are you picking on me?”

Laura never got a response to her barrage of messages. Her friend went offline and Laura groaned in frustration until her groan escalated to a scream. Tears poured from her eyes and down her face as she got up from the desk, pacing angrily until she flopped onto her bed and sobbed into her pillow. Why? Why why why? She asked herself over and over, trying to work out why her friends didn’t support her, why they all seemed to think she was some creepy stalker harassing an idol. Couldn’t they see that you and her were meant to be together. She pulled herself from the bed, and sat back at her desk, still sobbing. She blocked her friend then switched tabs back to the video of you. With only a few seconds left, she unpaused it, hoping that seeing you might cheer her up.

“And remember, the pranks I did today were all in good fun!” You say into the camera. “Real friends love and support each other - only fake friends are cruel to one another!” Laura’s eyes widen and light up as she uses her sleeve to wipe away her tears. You’re right - of course you’re right. Real friends wouldn’t do this to her. They’d support her, feed into her delusions crush. Real friends would see how perfect you and Laura are together. Laura takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as she realises she doesn’t need her old friends anymore. She doesn’t need any friends at all.

She only needs you.

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ravieisunhinged · 3 months

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Turtleneck

Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Reader

Oneshot / Imagine

Tags: @ladyveronikawrites, @lma1986, @blackveilomens, @cookiesupplier, @thcfountain

Content Warning: Smut, Fluff. 18+ only, mentions of face riding, choking, unprotected p/v sex.

Summary: Your boyfriend Jolly likes wearing a turtleneck and it makes you have very interesting thoughts. Whenever he wears it, you avoid him like the plague. He questions you about it one day, and especially when he's wearing this said turtleneck.

Laying in bed, you hear water running from the restroom. Turning your head, you see the light on, and the door open. You decide to stay in bed a little longer, until you see Jolly in front of the mirror. With that fucking black turtleneck on. And his hair was still wet.

You didn’t realize you were doing it, but you were checking him out. He noticed this, and you quickly turned around when you saw him looking in your direction. You closed your eyes in hopes he would think you had fallen asleep. That plan backfired, unfortunately.

When Jolly is finishing with his hair, he walks over to you. He saw your eyes were closed, but knows that you’re still awake. “Ahem.” He says, clearing his throat. You don’t respond, so he speaks up again.

“I know you’re awake, sweet girl.” He says. Your cheeks flush, and you give up, finally opening your eyes. Jolly was staring right at you, with his hands on his hips.

“Oh hi.” You say.

“Is there a reason you avoid me when I wear this?” He asks.

“Uh,” You say, “I’m not commenting on that.”

He raises an eyebrow and smirks. “Does it give you thoughts?”

“What are you talking about?” You ask.

“Every single time I wear this, you basically act like I’m not here. I’ve caught on, love. Now tell me, what about it makes you so flustered.” He says.

“I’ve thought about you railing me in it. Happy now?” You say.

“Very. All you had to do was ask. Would you like me to make that happen?” He suggests.

“Please.” You beg, looking up at him.

“Well, come here then.” He replies.

You get up from the bed, and he is quick to turn you around. He bends you over, and runs his hands over your body. You feel his hands over your bare ass, and then he smacks it. Hard.

“Fuck!” You shout.

“Is there anything else you’re thinking about?” He says, pressing a kiss to your ass.

“Hhhh,” You mumble.

He smacks your ass again. “Answer me, pretty girl.”

“I’m..I’m thinking about your facial hair. I’m also thinking about riding your face.” You finally tell him.

“Is that so? I’ll make that happen if you’d like.” He suggests.

“Please, fuck.” You reply. Jolly helps you up, and he lays on the bed.

“Get that shit off, and sit on my face.” He demands. You grin, and take off your clothes. Then you move over so you’re hovering over his face.

He grabs you so you’re right on his face, then he devours you like his last meal. He digs his fingers into your thighs, and you rest your hands on the headboard of the bed.

As you grind on his face, you moan as you feel his facial hair.

You feel yourself getting close. “Fuck baby, I’m close.”

He groans as you say this, and you feel it against your heat. A few moments later, you cum on his face, then you move so you’re laying next to him.

You look up and see the lower half of his face covered in your cum. Looking down, you also notice he’s hard now.

“Need some help with that?” You chuckle.

“Only thing I really want, is to rail the fuck out of you.” He says.

“Then do it.” You say. He raises an eyebrow, then pins your arms above your head.

“You wanted me to rail you in this turtleneck, yeah? Consider your wish granted.” He says, unzipping his pants.

You bite your lip as you watch him do this, and he notices. “Like what you see, doll?”

“Mhmm.” You reply.

“Good. I’m going to fuck you now.” He says, slowly sliding into you.

You moaned as you felt him, and wrapped your legs around him. He started kissing your neck, slowly leaving hickeys so people know who you belong to.

“Mark me up, baby.” You say.

“Already on it, sweet girl.” He replies, placing his hands on your hips. He starts speeding up his movements, moans leaving his lips as he’s fucking into you.

“Fuck,” You breathe out.

“Yeah?” He asks.

“Need you to wear that more often.” You say.

“I already do though?” He laughs.

“I mean when you fuck me.” You say.

“Oh. I can have that arranged.” He says.

You smile, and you moan as he gets to that spot. Fuck, you suddenly wanted to be choked. “Joakim,”

He knew you were desperate when you called him that, you called him Jolly for the most part. “Yeah?”

“Choke me, please.” You beg.

He grins. “I can do that.”

He moves one of his hands to your neck, and squeezes lightly. You clench around him. “My lady is into choking? I’ll remember that.”

“Mmm, please do.” You reply. A few moments later you feel as though you’re close, and Jolly notices.

“I can feel that you’re close. Cum for me, doll.” He purrs.

You cum after he says this, and he releases shortly after you. He quickly removes the turtleneck he was wearing, throwing it somewhere. Then, he lays on your chest, you running your fingers through his hair.

“Well, that was nice.” You say.

Jolly lifts his head up, confused. “Just nice?”

“You know what I mean, you dork.” You giggle.

“Maybe I should give you a reminder.” He suggests.

“And how are you going to do that?” You ask.

“Wanna go again?” He asks.

“You know me all too well, my love.” You say, flipping the two of you over.

#bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fic #joakim jolly karlsson fanfic #joakim jolly karlsson fanfiction #joakim jolly karlsson fic #joakim jolly karlsson smut

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spidernuggets · 5 months

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note: i thought your idea was so cool and wanted to write for it. it’s the way i said i’m writing this and not my papers due tomorrow. it's also not finished hence why it doesn't include all the plot points and i don't think i'll continue it cause it sucks but wanted you at least read it. i also noticed that you said the titan not the teen titan and that who I based this off of and then reread your plot again and realized (another reason why i feel like not continuing it) gosh this is mess but enjoy!

“tell me, are they going to be okay?

the question is from starfire who carries a concerned look on her face while everyone else’s eyes are still glued to the tv screen.

“don’t worry star, course they will. it’s just a movie after all, none of it is real.” dick’s attempt to comfort kori comes from a place of trying to remind her that movies are in fact not documented disasters but purely made for entertainment purposes.

“no.” beastboy blurts out out of no where, but is lucky that starfire is too focused to hear what he says.

both you and raven shoot him a look from your places on the couch, one that clearly reads ‘don’t you dare say anything that’ll even come close to spoiling anything again.’

“i mean no it’s not. the titanic was an actual thing that happened. it is real right?” he turns to you who’s plotted on the ground with him to defend his case.

you only shushes him with a hand gesture and signal to keep watching.

“—i see now. i believe i understand. titanic. titans. surely, a collective of superhero’s like us shall show up and rescue all in the ship.” star looks proud with her predictions.

everyone freezes.

you eye dick who’s next to you and his eyes are wide and saying ‘maybe showing her this movie wasn’t the best of ideas.”

you’re amazing with this eye reading thing.

you glance at raven. she shrugs.

“we’ll just have to se—.”

your voice is interrupted by what sounds like footsteps trotting up the stair. everyone looks back to the unthreatening intruder to only then look back when he’s identified.

he’s invisible.

he makes no effort to glance at anyone. you make no effort to look away from him.

…

the sticker of [blank] on jason’s room stares back at you. technically speaking it’s the spare room that stays vacant which he only uses whenever he’s around.

which is not often.

before you can raise a hand to knock, the door flings open and you’re met with an unexpected glare from jason.

“hi.”

“hey.” he looks out into the hall and back at you. “wasn’t expecting you.”

“sure you weren’t.” you poke your tongue out.

“of course I wasn’t.”

“says the person swinging open doors.” he needs to be reminded.

“to the person snooping around floors they have no business being on.” you need to remember.

you narrow your eyes at him, and smile starts to play on your lips. the one he’s been holding back since you came hasn’t gone unnoticed by you either.

“okay jason. i’m here for you because i miss you so much and maybe, just maybe, i want a hug, 4 kisses and 7 different responds to my question of ‘how are you doing?’”

jason’s can’t help but laugh at your admission. “yeah?”

“are you making fun of me?” you pout.

“i wouldn’t dream of it. c’ mere.”

grumpy and moody is what he is in others presence but for you he’ll show you any side. as he pulls you into a warm hug, you can’t help but feel a sense of victory. it might be your playful way of breaking down his walls, but you know that deep down, he appreciates your effort to bring a bit of lightheartedness into his world.

to you he’s never invisible.

you nuzzle your head into his chest as he wraps his arms around you.

“you took forever.”

“i know.”

…

jason’s room lacks curtains, a detail most evident in times like these when the sunlight infiltrates in and rouses you from your sleep.

you’d offered getting him a pair from the storage a couple of times, but his response was always the same: he wouldn’t be around for too long.

so you don’t need to turn around to know he’s gone.

...

U g hhhh!!! STOP they little cuties

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The two of you laid in his bed for a while longer, your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around your waste.

"I wish you'd stay longer," you say quietly. A wish, a hope, a desire you crave every day. You couldn't help but lean closer into his body as you whisper that, wanting to hold him tighter, closer, as if he would permanently fall off the face of the earth if you'd let go.

"I know, mama," He replies sadly. He mirrors your movements, arms holding you close. Holding on, rewinding the fantasy he's been playing in his head. The fantasy that he could just take you away with him. Settle down in someplace far from Gotham. Far from any worries. But that's all it was. A fantasy. A fantasy he couldn't make come true, and you couldn't either.

"We're going to be okay?" You ask. It was meant to come out as a statement. But though you gave so much faith in your relationship, you couldn't help but question how long you can hold on.

"We're going to be okay," Jason states. Neither of you make a promise. Neither if you can guarantee that you'll be okay. But for now, you cherish the moment. With tight hugs, lingering kisses, and fading fantasies.

Your hand trails down to his. Your thumb caresses his calloused skin. Reminding him he's not invisible. Not to you. Never to you.

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IK UR LIL STORY ISNT FINISHED N U WONT CONTINUE IT, BUT I LOVE IT SM STILL 🫶🫶 I WANTED TO CONTINUE ON LIKE A LIL COLLAB!

THANKS SO MUCH ANON, THIS HAS FILLED THE EMPTY HOLE IN MY SOUL THAT LACKED MY PROMPT, EVEN IF IT IS LACKING PLOT POINTS, STILL ADORE IT NONETHELESS!!!

HOPE YOU GET YOUR PAPER DONE!! I'M CURRENTLY READING YOUR SHORT STORY INSTEAD OF WRITING MY ESSAY TOO!! HAVE A GREAT DAY!

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bultaoreunheyyy · 1 month

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Jungkook's Hayfever

Title: Jungkook's Hayfever

Word Count: 562

Sickie: Jungkook (snz/allergies)

Caretakers: Jimin & Taehyung

“Stop, Jungkookie. Your nose is gonna fall off.”

Jungkook freezes, one knuckle pressed hard against the side of his nose where he’s been rubbing. His nostrils are red and his nose is visibly runny and Jimin, frowning hard at him, stands and walks over to where he’s sitting.

Jungkook scrunches up his face and gets in one last harsh swipe at his nose before he tucks his hands under his thighs. “Can’t help it,” he mumbles. “I’m itchy.”

Jimin takes his chin in hand and gently lifts his face up, taking in his red-rimmed eyes and twitching nose.

“Have you been using the soft tissues? Or are you using paper towels again?”

Jungkook’s eyelashes flutter. He pulls away and twists to the side, tucking his nose against his shoulder.

“HETCHhoo!”

Jimin sighs and puts his hands on his hips. Before he can say anything else, the door opens and there’s a flurry of movement as one person and one animal come barging in.

“Hey, Bammie!” Jungkook ducks around Jimin and squats down, opening his arms for the dog. Bam nearly knocks him over, jumping energetically against Jungkook’s chest and licking every inch of his face he can reach before Jungkook gently shoves him away.

“My arm almost fell off,” Taehyung complains, closing the door and hanging up Bam’s leash. “He’s getting so strong.”

Jungkook settles cross-legged on the floor and pulls Bam into his lap. “That��s why you should have let me walk him,” he says, rolling his eyes. “We’ve been making good progress on his leash skills lately.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Taehyung mumbles.

“HSHCH! hhh-HCHSHOO! hhhsheh! Ugh, sorry Bammie.” Jungkook sniffles harshly and scratches the side of his nose. “HPchuh! Hhh…hhHH! hhh-ehhhdt–”

Bam barks, tilting his head to one side and looking confused as Jungkook presses the palm of his hand to his nose with a desperate inhale that doesn't quite turn into a sneeze, leaving him panting with his mouth open, eyes and nose streaming.

“Ughhh,” he groans, using his fingertips to rub at his eyes. “I…hhEHH–! hhh! Ugh.”

Bam barks again. Jungkook smiles down at him through watery eyes. “Sorry, Bammie,” he says congestedly. “I gotta sneeze but it…it wonhhh…”

He wheezes out a breath, holding up one finger. “Hh-hhh…ahhh’huhhh– hnghhh…”

“Was he like this the whole time we were gone?” Taehyung asks Jimin.

“And he complained the whole time that he doesn’t get to go outside,” Jimin replies.

They both turn to look at Jungkook, who finally seems to be making progress on his stuck sneeze, chest expanding rapidly and eyes squeezing shut as he inhales shakily, one hand coming up to hover in front of his face. Bam whines and licks the back of his hand, but even that can’t distract Jungkook from the impending sneeze and he finally crunches forward.

“ehhhSHOO!”

Bam barks in response.

Jimin and Taehyung exchange a look.

Jungkook drags the back of his wrist under his nose with a wet sniffle.

“Okay,” Taehyung says, taking Bam’s collar and guiding him away. “Let’s give your appa some space. He needs a shower and maybe some nasal spray.”

Jimin tugs Jungkook up off the floor, nudges him towards the shower, and then turns to Bam, scratching him on the top of his head. “Your poor appa has hayfever. But don’t worry, little puppy,” he tells the dog. “It’ll get better in a few weeks.”

#bts sickfic #bts snz #jungkook snz #drabble #hay fever #allergy fic #sick jungkook #caretaker jimin #caretaker taehyung #bts hurt/comfort

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