#however it is like stepping into the mirror dimension

[ceasarslegion]

When i saw that we moved into the NDP voting district of the city i was expecting like maybe one pride flag not to have anti-UCP signs on every lawn and the mennonite church advocating for protecting public health care

#im not complaining dont get me wrong #its nice to not fear for my safety in my own neighbourhood again #however it is like stepping into the mirror dimension #*thick-ass western canadian accent* YA I FACKIN HAET THAT JASON KENNEY MATHERFUCKER #shut up dames

[improbable-outset]

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Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After you gave birth to your first daughter, Miguel spends the night admiring the changes that motherhood has done to your body.

The apartment finally hushed after hours of crying and whining. You finally put your baby to sleep, rocking her gently in your arms.

You gently placed her in the crib, taking one quick glance at her peaceful expression. A testimony of your growing family and your shared love with Miguel.

Her cheeks were plump, and she had crimson eyes and talons that mirrored her father’s features. However, she didn’t have the ability to control when they appeared— usually she was excited or agitated— so you would often have to give her mittens in public.

You checked the baby camera was fitted properly and the temperature of the room was okay before dimming the lights and exiting the nursery quietly.

There was a sense of solace that shrouded you as you made your way to the bedroom.

It had been two whole days you were home alone while Miguel was probably in another dimension. It was hard to predict when he'd come back home and the longer he was out, the more your heart yearned.

But the feeling quickly vanished as you saw a familiar figure outside your bedroom window.

Miguel swung into the bedroom balcony with his web before opening the balcony door to step inside. He had his full suit on but as soon as he was inside the bedroom, his mask fizzled out.

It had become a routine for him to use the balcony to get in the apartment rather than the front door to avoid getting spotted.

He ran a hand over his disheveled hair before his expression softened when he saw you. You must’ve looked exhausted because he was approaching you with caution.

“Hey you…” you closed the distance between the two of you and wrapped your arms around him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer.

He leaned in to kiss you deeply, making up for all those hours you were separated.

He pulled back from the kiss while still keeping his arms around you. “Is she sleeping?”

“Yeah she’s asleep. Do you wanna see her?”

“In a bit,” he said before lifting you up in his arms briefly and placing you on the bed.

This caught you by surprise.

“Mig…”

You didn’t expect him to be this handsy with you as soon as he came home. But you weren’t complaining.

“You look tired, amor. I hate leaving you alone for so long,” He said, a tenderness in his voice. His hands ran over the thighs, feeling every inch like it was his first time touching you.

“It’s all part of duty though, right? I know you always come back.” You placed a soft kiss on his cheek, sealing your words.

“I missed you. Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to feel you.” He murmured, his lips grazed over the curve of your neck.

You could feel his hands hiking up under your shirt before removing it completely. His neediness, as well as his swift movements, added to your heightened libido.

“I missed you too Mig,”

You weren't wearing a bra so your breasts, that were swollen with milk, bounced with every movement you made.

“So full…” he kissed along your chest, deliberately avoiding the nipple while caressing your sides. He couldn’t get enough of you and being separated from you for this long only made him more desperate for your presence.

“Are you gonna start rambling about how a woman produces milk?” You arched your brow inquisitively when you noticed him inspecting your breasts. You would be lying if you said you didn’t miss his biology rants.

Miguel didn’t talk much unless he needed to, but when he did, you would cherish every word that uttered from his mouth.

“I am now…” he swiped his thumb over one of your nipples, making you hiss. You were more sensitive now so you were very responsive to his minimal touches.

“Your body has developed glands and structures inside of your breast which are full of milk ducts.” As he explained this to you, some of the milk seeped out from your nipples. You shuddered in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry…that happens sometimes. I should’ve pumped out the milk before…” You said apologetically. You tried to slip off his grasp but he had a tight hold on you.

“What a mess…” he commented before giving your breast a gentle squeeze, watching more of your milk leaking down his hands.

Heat reached your cheeks as you noticed the way he was staring at the milk in fascinating.

You hissed again from his grip he had on your breast. You knew you had been hyper lactating but it was hard to predict when the milk would leak out like this.

Miguel moved his hands from your breast and over to his mouth and lapped up the milk that spilled over his knuckles.

You felt a wetness pool your panties as you watched him taste your milk. There was something enticing watching your husband drinking your milk straight from your body.

He then leaned into your breast again and inhaled your scent deeply. “We can’t let this go to waste,”

You didn’t need to think too deeply about what he meant.

Before you could even begin to speak, he licked one of your nipples, cleaning off the mess before latching his mouth around it.

The sudden sensation made you arch your back further into his mouth. You gripped onto his broad arms as he continued to suckle on your breast.

You soaked in the way he was completely indulging in your milk, his cheeks hollowing in with each suck.

You could feel your milk seeping through your nipples and into his mouth as he took his fill greedily.

After a while he released your nipple, letting out a small sigh of satisfaction. His mouth was slightly parted and his eyes were half-lidded.

You were too stunned by what had just happened and the words lodged in your throat. Miguel took your silence as an opportunity to reach for your lips and kissed you passionately.

You could taste the sweetness of your own milk from his mouth as he swiped his tongue over your lips. He pulled away, leaving you dazed.

“Did you enjoy that?” You finally asked.

“I did, we should do that more often,” The corner of his lips curved up. “But tell me, what hormones are responsible for lactation, hm?”

Again, he was asking a question and expecting an answer from you when you were dizzy with bliss and could barely speak.

It was definitely on purpose because it amused him how much of a mess he made out of you.

You tried to process his question and articulate an answer, even though you knew it was only going to feed into his ego.

“Hm…prolactin…oxytocin…” you breathed.

A grin formed on his lips, both from the state you were in and the satisfied answer you gave.

“My sweet and clever wife,”

His praise made your stomach flutter.

He hands reached over to the waist to remove your pants along with your panties, leaving you bare on the bed. As you lied on your back, you could feel his dick pressing against your clit through the digital suit as he crept closer.

He tapped on his watch and his suit pixelated away, revealing his chiseled body and his throbbing cock. The precum that was seeping from the tip was too tempting. But you forced yourself to stay grounded before you lost control in your lust.

“Miguel, I’m not on anything,” your voice was sharp with caution.

It had been too long since you both did anything intimate. Even during your pregnancy, you were focused primarily on your health and making sure your pregnancy went smoothly.

But as much as you yearned to feel Miguel inside you and the friction from his dick, you were smart enough to hold back.

You knew that you were more fertile after you gave birth, with an increased level of oestrogen, making you more susceptible to get pregnant again.

The last thing you wanted was an unexpected pregnancy when your hands were already full looking after your 5-month-old daughter.

Miguel kept his gaze at you. “You are breastfeeding,”

Your clit was throbbing, desperate for his touch. But you weren’t going to cave in.

“Better to be safe than sorry.”

Miguel lowered himself to reach for your thighs and dipped his head lower until he was facing between your legs. All you could focus on now was his exhales fanning on your soaked cunt.

“I guess we could find an alternative tonight…”

You couldn’t fully process his statement before you felt his tongue drag over your folds. The sudden contact made you clamp your legs around his head.

You reached over and ran your hands over his hair.

He knew that area was more delicate now after you gave birth. You could feel him trying to be gentle with you while eating you out.

It made your heart stutter.

But even if he was giving you a soft treatment, your senses were still firing and you could feel heat building up in your core.

“Miguel…” you moaned lowly.

He hummed against your core in response, sending a tantalising vibration through your spine.

He was trying not to flicker his tongue too deep into your cunt to avoid hurting you. Every juice that was leaking from you was quickly licked off by him.

Between your thighs, you could see him looking back up at you, watching your reaction while drinking up his fill of you and coaxing your orgasm.

It’s been a while since your pussy had any attention, causing you to be pent up with tension.

You came sooner than you anticipated, most likely from how sensitive you were. You arched your back with a long moan. Everything that squirted from your cunt was licked off from his tongue.

You were limp on the sheets, drenched in the afterglow. Your legs released their grip around Miguel's head as he pulled himself away from you. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

There was a sudden sound of crying coming from the next room. Your daughter had woken up.

Miguel got himself off the bed. “I’ll get her, you stay.”

You nodded mutely, giving him the chance to bond with your daughter after two days of being without her.

He left the room but not before putting his sweat pants on. You, on the other hand, were left on the bed to catch your breath.

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[miscmonstro]

I’ve been seeing a decent amount of “Amity gets scooped and plopped into dc dimension” style prompts so consider: Shadow Zone Amity.

Amity doesn’t appear out of no where in Illinois, in the dc world. It’s not near Gotham/Star City/Metropolis. Instead it’s inside of Gotham (bc batman crossovers remain my interest but any city could work). 

So. Idk how many people are familiar with Transformers Prime but the shadow dimension is a mirror of the real world but in muted colors and people in the shadow dimension can see and hear people from the original dimension, however, people in the regular dimension cannot see/hear/feel/etc. anything from the shadow dimension.

I like that idea but instead of it being the shadow dimension being a mirror it’s a copy of DP’s world and instead of a one way type of perception the dp and dc dimensions remain separate… kinda.

Amity absorbs parts of Gotham and makes a shadowy copy of various places. The citizens of Amity are like, “Well. There’s a new park/office building/street/etc. I guess.” 

Gotham, meanwhile, remains the same. Physically.

Sometimes people will appear in Gotham, walking, sitting in the park, etc. But they never acknowledge anyone and can disappear between one blink and the next. If there happen to be two and they speak to each other, it sounds like static. No one can’t touch them- Gothamites go through them. These ‘shades’ are Amity people in the Gotham areas that have a shadowy duplicate in Amity. None of the Amity people are aware this is happening. 

I imagine the Gotham side of things dubs the Amity people shades ghosts XD

Anyway, on the Amity side a major ghost fight has to happen in one of the Gotham sections and so the Amity people run. Some are screaming, all are frantically trying to get away. One problem though- Ghost Zone ghosts don’t render on the Gotham side. So the Gothamites don’t see Phantom nor whoever he was fighting.

So now the Bats are desperately trying to figure out what could have spooked all the ‘ghosts’ (Amity shades) so badly because, I mean, it’s Gotham. It’s going to pop up again and bite them, right? 

I figure Gothamites can get into Amity too. If one of them passes a threshold from an area of overlap where Gotham exists in the shadow zone then they can step into Amity, however no one from Amity can see them and no one can hear them. If they get back to a place of overlap they’ll end up back in Gotham.

Maybe overtime the merging gets better/worse and things start interacting more. Roads appear and disappear on either side. Buildings clipping in and out of reality, the Amity shades being able to interact with Gotham by like tripping on things that exist in Gotham but not Amity, the Amity people seeing items move that Gothamites are moving around in their dimension, etc. I don’t know. But listen.

The court of owls needs to have one of their 13th floor shindigs and just. Amity shades everywhere. They take over all the 13th floors, making the owl associates terrified because why are all these ‘ghosts’ suddenly haunting notoriously cursed floors?? They begin to believe their own stories. Bonus if the Amity people take the coffee and that’s the only thing they can interact with from the Gotham side 13th floors so now the owl court is supplying the ‘ghosts’ coffee so they can still use the 13th floors as their meeting places in ‘exchange’. The coffee offerings are appeasement. Meanwhile Amity side people are convinced there’s a coffee ghost somewhere because these brands don’t actually exist and where else is it coming from?

The Nasty Burger and Bat Burger could overlap. Someone walks into Nasty Burger and orders Nightwings. Someone at Bat Burger walks up and asks for Nasty Sauce.

Vlads lab and the batcave could merge sometimes. Imagine one of the bats running an analysis and suddenly theres a different computer with cloning info or detailing how to cut off a ghost’s circulation to control them more effectively? Or Danny sneaks into Vlad’s lab and theres a stack of adoption papers and foster stuff for various situations (that belong to Bruce, unbeknownst to him) and is utterly horrified at the level of detailed scenarios that Vlad’s got adoption contingencies for.

#Dimensional Shenanigans #amity park #gotham #dp x batman #dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #miscmonstro writings #Shadow Dimension #Chaos #danny phantom

[dreamofjoys]

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟓 ‒ 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 , 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭

scenario: a spell had gone wrong during potionology class, leading you to get trapped in a mirror dimension with rook. instead of finding a way out, rook thought that this would be a good time to explore your beauty - aka fucking you naked in front of all the mirrors.

tw: dub con, fingering, praising, slight yandere if you squint, idk what im writing hehe

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out of all things that could have happened, you just have to be stuck alongside with the one and only rook, who is known to be weird and creepy.

"oh! to be blessed with such a magnificent view! it seems like the spell we both made had gone wrong. this must be the mirror dimension, a space where only mirrors exist." rook was ecstatic at the new discovery. he stared at the mirrors in awe, occasionally checking if all the mirrors are same, marveling at how beautiful this place is - to be able to see yourself at every angle.

"we should find a way to get out." you mumbled, feeling anxious and worried. you have been transported to another world without your knowledge, and now to another dimension? it's as if the gods are making fun of you, letting you explore all the places that you had never been to.

you don't miss the way rook's emerald green eyes stares at you like a hawkeye, his gaze following your every movement and actions. you did however, miss the way his eyes darken with a particular lust.

"mon cheri, you look beautiful!" rook complimented you out of nowhere, and you could only look at him weirdly. "uh, thanks?"

"if you don't believe me, i can show you just how beautiful you are."

rook takes a step closer to you, his breath fanning over the nape of your neck as he stares down at you intensively. “how?” you questioned the man, and he only offers you his usual smile before letting his hands wander around your body.

everything happened so fast. minutes later, rook had you positioned in doggy style on the ground. he position himself behind your ass, spreading your thighs open as he rolls up the hem of your skirt, pushing your panties aside before sliding one finger into your pussy.

“a-ah-“

“hear that beautiful voice that you are making right now? i can make you sing them even better.”

he pushes another finger in, making sure to finger you with his fingers curl up -prompting you to give out another lewd moan when he hits your sweet spot.

you look up to the mirror in front of you, noticing how rook was concentrating on abusing your sweet spot. his thumb flicks with the small bud of your clit, giving you more stimulation. it wasn’t long before you came, soaking rook’s fingers with your delicious juices. he brings licks his finger slowly while staring at you through the mirror.

“you taste delicious, mon cheri.” you blushed, feeling embarrassed that a stranger - or at least someone that you don’t talk to, is witnessing you in such a erotic state.

you don’t even know how his dick ended in your pussy, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix before retracting and doing it again. you wanted to deny rook, but god, he’s really good at this.

rook had you in kneeling position in front of him as he fondles with your breast while abusing his cock into your small pussy from behind. your eyes rolled back from the intense pleasure. you swear, everytime this man snap his hips, he had you seeing stars.

“mon cheri, you should look at how beautiful you are right now~”

beautiful? you are not sure how rook define beautiful. is the sight of your boobs constantly bouncing up and down, him fucking his cock into your pussy, you making lewd faces a beautiful sight?

you suppose that’s what rook call it beautiful. he throws praises at you constantly, talking about how tight you are, and how he just wanna keep you in his room forever.

“good girl, will you cum for me?” that praise sent you over the edge because no one had ever called you a good girl - or maybe because you are just horny. rook could feel your walls squeezing him tightly, your back arching as you hit onto his chest.

“wa-wait, i think im gonna-“ and then, you milked all over his cock.

it doesn’t really help that you are in a mirror dimension. from the corner of your eyes, you could see rook still fucking you despite just cumming, his cock disappearing into your tiny pussy and reappearing again.

he has this creepy smile on his face, almost as if he is enjoying taking you while you are all vulnerable in a place where no one can help you.

#twisted wonderland #imagines #y/n #dreamofjoystwst #rook hunt x reader #twst rook #dreamofjoyskinktober2022 #kinktober 2022 #kinktober #twistedwonderland #twst smut #rook smut #smut #female reader #fem reader

[bengiyo]

I Feel You Linger in the Air Ep 7 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Jom and Yai began their romance officially, and we saw further evidence that Jom's drawings are connected to the time travel or dimension hopping experience. Yai took Jom to a gay speakeasy, where James came out and expressed his attraction to Jom. Yai got jealous and turned a bit petty with Jom for a bit. However, the two had a beautiful moment where they agreed to try this. I really hope James doesn't betray us, because I liked him encouraging Yai to step up for Jom. We also confirmed that Euangphueng and Maey intentionally brought Fong Kaew to the house to distract Robert, and that Robert may be involved in the fire that killed Fong Kaew's dad and scarred her mother.

I am glad I saw a post earlier giving context that the poor women being murdered here are based on real people. Tee always has something to say about the real dangers queer people face in their lives, and it's a tense warning at the beginning of this relationship between Jom and Yai.

Unsurprisingly, the parents are anti-gay as their two queer kids suffer in front of them.

I already know this party is going to involve pairing Yai with a girl as a way to further secure the dad's power.

At least Jom has some sense.

Yai basically described what Fong Kaew is going through with this short story.

There goes Lamyai clocking them, and she's a gossip.

I have thoughts about them introducing Nuey last week, who cannot hide themselves, and Yai now being unable to do so now that he's connected with someone.

It's a good thing that Jom stood up for Prik. He has an ally who also cares about Yai to tell Lamyai to hush.

I find myself worrying about windows and sightlines a lot this episode. Euangphueng and Maey are having a moment and I'm worried that someone will see or hear.

I suspected that Maey has survived some horrible things, and this is as horrible as some of the things I imagined.

One of the things this show is getting right about existing under homophobic is the constant sense of surveillance hovering over you. Robert represents that so clearly.

Oh, sensual oils. This is promising.

This use of both mirrors with Jom out of focus is driving me insane.

Big fan of the little bit of stubble they keep showing on Yai.

Jom was loyal to Ohm. It's probably been a while since he was intimate with someone.

Intercutting the massage with Jom masturbating is one of the most erotic things I've seen that wasn't overly sex since ITSAY episode 3. The way this was shot and scored clearly indicates that they both came, or at least Yai was close.

As much as I like seeing Nonkul and Bright do sensual things as their characters, we gotta get Jom out of here. He comes from an era where he isn't a slave.

Guide is absolutely crushing this role as Ming. He has built incredible chemistry with Nonkul.

There's something private about the way Nonkul smiles that draws me in every time. Bright has a similar thing with his brows.

Yai is running around making mistakes while Lamyai is running around righteous.

And now Uncle Dech caught them, and immediately went to Yai's dad.

Even Ming, the fan favorite, is struggling with his friend being queer.

Oh, Ming, don't confess when you're drunk.

And there's the pairing Yai with a girl part of the party I expected.

Now why the hell are Euangphueng and Maey running off now? I'm gonna need all of the gays to get it together.

Absolutely obsessed with the possibility that there is a picture of Jom that survived to the modern era.

Yai, my dude, you cannot abandon the heteronormative rituals so publicly like this if you want to protect Jom.

Thinking about O'Shae Sibley, who was killed for voguing as these two dance outside.

I am not immune to BL fantasy sequences involving dances.

Why...are we rapping?? What in the Marty McFly is happening?

I am not immune to boys making out in the rain.

Okay, that horny want in Yai's face, and Jom nodding yes? They are about to fuck for sure. This is about to go south so quickly.

Yep, gay turmoil begins next week, but we may get some nice love scenes first.

That was a fantastic episode. They really balanced the danger of being outed with the inherent need to connect that bubbles over in all of us. I felt the fear for everyone's safety, but I actually really like how badly everyone was hiding this week. That's basically the point. You can't win. The only way to be safe in the closet is to be perfectly quiet and alone. You cannot have anyone if you want to be undiscovered. Two people can keep a secret if one of them is dead. Like Nuey last week, Yai and Jom cannot hide. There's no amount of careful that can hide the warm feelings between two people. This was perfectly executed.

#i feel you linger in the air #IFYLITA meta #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

[your-local-hollow-lover]

Nesting urges

Summary: After a talk with Nel about nesting instincts, you decide you'll make one for Grimmjow.

Fluff/reader has powers/gender-neutral reader

Hollows nest. The fact blew your mind the second it registered. But thinking about it calmly, it was tremendously funny. You couldn't picture someone like Grimmjow gathering small branches and crystals around Hueco Mundo without cracking up.

"But he's a cat, isn't he? So, what if he gathers yarn-like materials?" you put in excitedly as you walked through the white desert beside her. 

Nel chuckled. "It doesn't work that way. Besides, there's not much here that we can use."

She lowered her gaze, and you felt a pang of guilt. Nel was so easy to be around that you often forgot what she was. 

"What do you er- use? I mean, usually."

"It's different for each of us. Some low-ranked hollows make their nest by spitting a mix of bones, branches, and gastric juices. They gather everything together to make colonies with multiple tunnels." She said, trying to ignore the memory of Nnoitra annihilating one of those.

"What about the Espadas?" 

"The instinct remains, but we were lucky to evolve. I never heard of an Espada who nested."

"Because it would look weak, I presume?" you ventured.

Nel seemed to ponder, after which she explained that nesting in a place full of many potential threats wasn't exactly comfortable.

The Espadas were supposed to have a sense of companionship. Or so she heard Aizen say. However, given the times that Nnoitra tried to fight her, not to mention what he and Szayel did to her, Nel never thought about doing such a thing in Las Noches. And you guessed no other Espada either. 

"It must be awful to crave something you can't have."

"We're used to it."

"You shouldn't be," you whispered, but Nel didn't hear you.  She was busy waving to Pesche and Dondochaca, who eagerly greeted her back in the distance.

***-

Making a nest for Grimmjow could be the best way to give another step in your relationship with him, yet, at the same time, giving him something so personal could end abysmally wrong. The idea roamed your skull for days before you decided to give in.

According to Nel, the first thing on the list was to find a small place. You had the perfect one: a wardrobe spacious enough to fit him. Step two was decorations: You placed multiple layers of sheets, blankets, and quilts aside from a couple of jackets you stole from him. It wound up comfy enough to nap there. 

After all the hard work, you only needed to find the right way of presenting your gift to him.

***-

Grimmjow slammed the door open. His gaze darted across the room. Empty. He moved to check the next with a huff. Where the hell were you? The dead head outside Las Noches wouldn't last forever. 

Grimmjow didn't know when bringing you trophies of his hunts started to be a habit, but it didn't matter. Now he enjoyed bragging about his strength before you too much to consider stopping.

It seemed like yesterday when Aizen told him he was to guard you: a human with an ability to create untraceable portals between dimensions, typically by using mirrors or other reflecting surfaces as windows to see or pass through. A truly magnificent power to spy on his enemies, Aizen said. A pain in the ass, Grimmjow thought.  

The times he had to threaten you to refrain from escaping were too many to count. Despite that, you never matched his violent energy, nor did you return any of his insults. You were stupidly chill all the time; Obsessed with showing him cool things about the world of the living, and as it never failed to entertain him, Grimmjow wound up guiding you through the best parts of Hueco Mundo in return. Time flew when you were around, and Grimmjow felt something close to enjoyment in your company.

But fuck, even if now he didn't despise you, your power was still a pain in the ass. 

***-

You gasped at the familiar spiritual pressure approaching. Grimmjow was supposed to be out, hunting far deep into the desert. You shut the small door just when he kicked the room door open.

" 'The hell are you doing here?" he shot with a beyond annoyed tone.

"I- um, I was about to-”

"Who told you you could come back to the human world?" he interrupted.

"Come on. Aizen's not around anymore. I’m- free to come and go as I please,” you said while shrugging, smiling light-heartedly.

Grimmjow gazed down at you for a split second before turning his head. He chuffed. "So what if you are? You still need to open your damn mouth to give me a heads up." 

“Alright, I’ll keep it in mind,” you eased. 

He grimaced. "Move, we're going back."

He didn’t wait for a response. Grimmjow grabbed your wrist as he began pulling you forward. He didn't like it when you spent time in the human world. It could give you stupid ideas, like never returning to Hueco Mundo. 

“No, wait! I want to show you something!” 

Grimmjow was not  in the best mood for human stuff. His battle prize must have vanished. He wanted nothing more than to go back and bury himself deep in the sand. 

“I said we’re going back.” 

It didn’t matter how much you twisted, his grip was too strong to resist. Your feet slipped on the floor as he dragged you.

“Please, I made something for you.”

Grimmjow didn’t falter. 

“If you let me show you, I promise I’ll quit asking favors for a while!” 

He stopped. Grimmjow glanced at you over his shoulder. 

“I promise,” you reiterated.

"Fine," he said before letting go of you. Grimmjow stuffed his hands inside his pockets. He leaned his back over the wall. "Make it quick."

You nodded, turning to open the closet door. Grimmjow froze when the scent hit his nose. His gaze went crazy, darting from one spot to the other. What the hell did you do?

“I found out that this is important to hollows. I know I’m always giving you human stuff you don’t want, so I thought now I could try giving you a hollow thing. You don’t have to use it if you don’t want to.”

Damn, even when it was painfully evident that you were missing a fucking screw, you always managed to give him this revolting mix of unwanted feelings. It irked him.

You observed his reaction closely. A part of you expected wrath. At some point, you pictured a cruel scene where he destroyed it as the worst scenario. Yet, Grimmjow tensed. You resolved maybe it was too personal of a subject for you to be standing there watching. 

“Anyway. I’ll pack some things so we can go back.”

You only left the room for half a minute. When you came back, your stunned gaze froze over the scene: Grimmjow's body spread across the small nest you made for him, tummy showing, arms crossed under his head as one of his legs rested over the other one's knee.

"What are you looking at?" Grimmjow asked, his eyes stuck on the wardrobe's top. 

You grinned. "Nothing. Hmm, does this mean you like it?"

He scoffed. 

"This means I'm not giving you a reason to ask for weird shit for a while. So you better keep your word." Grimmjow stated. His face, however, entirely betrayed his words: his eyes were hooded as he breathed slowly. There was no trace of frowns.

You held your smile with a softened gaze. "I will. Hey, I have to run a couple of errands. We can return to Hueco Mundo when I'm done-" 

"No. It'll be a pain in the ass if I have to go looking for you again. Come," he pointed beside him. 

It took you aback. "To lay with you? I thought it'd be better if you had some privacy."

"Fuck that. I don't need it. If you make me do ridiculous shit, you won't be spared from having to partake. That way we'll be even, so shut up and come here."

Your heart throbbed. You had shared space before but never like this. Perhaps it was that Grimmjow wasn't comfortable having his corner in a place where it smelled so much like you. Or maybe this was just the hollow way of asking for cuddles.

Be that as it may, the prospect of sharing the nest with him made you tingle. 

 “Alright, since you ordered it,” you muttered.

Grimmjow pressed his back against the wall to make room next to him. You settled there, leaning your head hesitantly over his shoulder. His Hierro was down. You nuzzled into him, and he let you. The more he did this with you, the easier it turned to let his guard down, as stupid as it sounded.

Grimmjow brushed his mouth on your hair before taking a deep breath. You moved to meet his gaze. Deep, intense, filled with something you couldn’t place. Your fingertips moved to grace the scar over his chest, gently tracing it down near his tummy hole. He hooked your hand harshly.

"Watch it," he warned.

"I know. I won't stick my hand in, don't worry."

"Good, cuz' it'll get swallowed away."

"What?! Really?" 

The idea of your hand disappearing inside him startled you enough to try pushing him off you. Grimmjow let out a short, loud laugh. You gaped, frowning.

"Fuck you," 

Grimmjow settled his head comfortably over your head, nestling close to you, ignoring the part of him screaming he shouldn't be giving in to these weird pleasing sensations. To hell with that. This was what he wanted and what he wanted, he would take.

"Yeah, fuck you too."

#Good morning! Today I offer you this small piece of writing which has been my baby for a couple of weeks. Hope you like it! #grimmjow imagine #grimmjow x reader #grimmjow bleach #grimmjow jeagerjaques #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow jaggerjack #grimmjow x you #bleach arrancar #espadas bleach #bleach fanfic

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Maybe a soulmate au (you can pick it ) for welt and luocha(seperetly) fluff plz

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A/N: Thank you for the request! Soulmate aus are always so cute! This is based off the idea, that you can only see colour, once you meet your soul mate!<33

Content: Soulmate au, fluff, a little bit of angst, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread!))

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》Welt Yang

He was always so busy with the tragedies of life, that he assumed that he'd never find his soulmate. He travelled through many dimensions, galaxies and timelines, yet he never found them. And it wasn't like he didn't try finding them. He always secretly did.

He was was envious of those, that were able to see the world filled with colour. Those who did, usually had found their soulmates and were happy. He wanted that too. Welt was about to just give up on the ever finding his soulmate, when one day, he met you.

It was an accident, you had bumped into his tall form and he had caught you with ease. Yet his apology died on his lips, when the world exploded with colour. You stared at eachother for what felt like eons, before you smiled, reaching a hand out to him, telling him that you were finally happy to have found your soulmate.

He reluctantly mirrors your smile and takes your hand, the shock of finally having found you after so many endless years being quite apparent on his features. But alas, he has been waiting for too long and therefore immideatly asks, if you'd like to have a warm drink with him. You ofcourse agree, your hand linking with his, as you step through the lively world together at last.

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》Luocha

He didn't care to find you at first, deeming it as a near waste of time. He had more worse things to worry about and arrogantly thought, that seeing colours were overrated anyways. It was all just an act however, a dilusion, as he deep down did wish to find you, his soulmate.

But even so, he didn't bother looking for you himself. He figured that you'd eventually find eachother and if not, then it wasn't meant to be. Which hurt to admit. However, he one day finally found you coincidentally, confirming that it was truly fate for you two to meet.

You had come to him for some treatment and the moment your eyes locked onto one another, the world exploded into bright colours. He blinked in surprise, his usually elegant and stern facade slipping for a moment, as he looked at you in slight awe. You did the same, yet eventually recovered quickly and gave him a warm smile, happy to have finally met your soulmate.

After the initial shock blows over, he clears his throat and holds out his arm to you, asking you politely for a walk, as he would love to get to know you better. You ofcourse agree and Luocha nods to himself. You definitely were meant to be.

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A/N: I hope this was okay! Thank you again for the cute request!<33

#honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr welt #hsr welt x reader #hsr luocha #hsr luocha x reader

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Jason In Wonderland - Part 2

Part 1 Part 3

AO3 Link

Jason asked once again why a King in this Supernatural Dimension would have any interest in him. But the couple only gave cryptic answers before speeding away on their motorcycle. The two giggling, "You're his type", was the straightest answer he got before the couple disappeared out of view.

“OK so it doesn’t matter which way I go; it’s only a short Hunt away,” Jason tried to psych himself up. His eyes roved the unnatural expanse before him. Jason decided to pick the direction which could only be labelled as Away.

He kicked his feet and felt his body push forward.

...

Jason had been a little too busy screaming in agony and then being stuck in maddening conversation. But (as he felt his body bob along merrily) Jason realised something.

He was flying!

There was nothing solid beneath his feet; nothing was supporting him. Gravity had no hold on him. He was floating in a green-tinted void!

Holding his arms in an aeroplane pose, Jason allowed his body to tilt. And he started flying in his leaned direction. Giddily, Jason did loop-de-loops. Because he was flying! Jason did a few laps, picking up speed, getting faster and faster, circling and tumbling everywhere. Spiralling high at accelerating speed, before nose-diving below headfirst, burrowing into neverending depths. Then freezing in place. At the instant of a thought.

A massive grin was on Jason's face as he laughed in delight. How did Kyrptonians bear not just flying all the goddamn time?

...

Skulker’s Island really was unmissable.

Jason spotted the floating island with its landmark Skull and soared over. He made sure to climb high and ascended over the island. With his bird-eye’s view of the Island, like an optical illusion or a trick of the light, he could now see the Revolving River of Doors. An uncountable number of purple doors of abstract design floating in corkscrew spirals, drifting in orbiting revolutions. A swirling river of doors as far as he could see. Jason tried to spot which door might be the one to Gotham from a distance. But all the doors looked as spooky and avant garde as each other from here. He decided to get closer.

Jason hemmed and hawed in front of a purple door. Out of all the purple doors it surely did match the description, ‘A Purple Travesty to Gothic Art Deco’. However, there was one little problem. It was far too small. It was the size of a mouse hole.

Jason crouched down and patted his finger tip against it in an imitation of a door knock. The door warmed at his touch, pulsing in mirrored response. Jason blinked in wonder. “Huh. Ok. Excuse me, sorry, is this the door to Gotham? I would like to go through.”

The tiny door warmed again but this time with the whirring of a buffering electronic. Then it materialised a black bubble. Which burst and Jason reflexively caught what was inside into the open palm of his hand. It was a thimble-sized bottle. A whiskey decanter with a fancy crystallised stopper with a black ribbon wrapped around its neck which read in cursive silver,

“DRINK ME”.

But Jason wasn’t an idiot. He was a born and bred Gothamite. Uncorking the bottle he lightly sniffed it. It didn’t smell of Joker Venom, any of Scarecrow’s fear toxins, Poison Ivy’s preferred pheromones, or any of the less specialised and more common drugs and poison.

Cautiously, Jason dabbed a drop onto his fingertip and licked. It tasted like one of Alfred’s hot chocolates, thick, sweet, and creamy. In unthinking delight, Jason gulped the rest down.

As he savoured the aftertaste, Jason felt pins and needles crawl all up and down his arms and legs. Then between one blink and the next, the door was the perfect size. Jason lifted his hand onto the adorned black brass door handle and swung the door open. Arrogantly rolling with shadowy furls, thick smog languidly spilled out into his face. Jason smirked. ‘Good ol’ Gotham,’ Jason thought to himself.

For the second time that day he stepped across dimensions.

Unfortunately, it became real apparent that Jason had not returned to Gotham City, Earth.

Jason Todd sorely wished that he’d been more specific when asking for directions. For he had landed in Gotham. But it was even more obvious that he had arrived in Gotham, the Supernatural Otherworld Edition. (The sky was still a void of swirling haunting preternatural green. But there was a misty haze to everything, a blur that went beyond Gotham’s smog.) Or at least an Impressionist version of them. It was like the defined lines of reality were brushing up against each other and smudging; the glances leaving each other more indistinct with each faint touch.

Jason walked down semi-familiar busy streets amid Gothamites who were the shades of people and echoes of walking crowds; indistinct and blurry; a constructed memory re-enacted. Jason eyed up and down the front window of Tony’s. One of his favourite pizza joints, who’s owner was one of Red Hood’s. Unlike its neighbouring buildings, Tony’s was brought into sharp relief.

“Curiouser and curiouser.”

“̷̼͗My̸̜̍ ̷͎̈b̴̬͋el̷̻̉ov̸͇̌e̵͚̓ḓ̷̓ ̶͇͒Re̶̫͗d̵̬͌ ̸̩͝Kń̵̲i̷̘͌g̸ĥ̷̡t̴̮̓,̵͎̿ ̶͙̋wh̸̽a̶̼̍t̸͔̉ ̷̢̿ma̵͕͝ỳ̵̧ ̸͔̀ȳ̶͎o̶͉͠u ḇ̵̕e̴̖͊ ̵̝͒dǫ̴͘i̴n̴̠̄g̸̪͝ ̶̭́h̵̺́er̶̢̈́e̴̪̋?"(surprise, delight, wonder)

Jason spun around. His surroundings blurred out-of-focus and were swallowed up into indistinct smog. All of the reality’s focus was concentrated on the figure before him:

Lady Gotham.

There was no way else to describe them. Just like how the Statue of Liberty was Lady Liberty; this blood-headed figure begowned in the velvet black of a shadowy night’s bewitching mysteries; bedecked in the poor man’s sweat and tears turned oil-black svelte evening gloves, and adorned with the anguished screams trapped in resplendent pearls that hung like noose around her neck and dripped like spilled blood from her earrings.

Of course she was Gotham.

Jason bows. “Lady Gotham” he greets. “I seek your help. I’m not where I wish to be.”

Gotham laughs. It’s the screech of a night owl, the scrape of fork against a porcelain plate, the mirthless titter of a socialite. It puts Jason’s teeth on edge.

“Not all who wander are lost.” Gotham smiled. It was cruel. It was uncaring. It was welcoming. “A̵̍̑͜r̶̞̳͋e ̸͍͜͝ÿ̶̢̥́o̸u No̸̖̯̽t̴͘ Họ̸̅̅m̸̿ẻ̸̩͘?̷̅ M̴̢͙̜͇͓̂̑̉͝͝¥̶̖͙͖͇̳̃̿͑́͠ Sð̶͓͚̟̟͚͗̅̃̋̒ñ̸(Mine, mine, MINE)(My-Twice-Born)(My Red Knight)(My Beloved Bloody Butcherbird).”

#dpxdc #danny phantom #dead on main #jason todd #crossover danuary week 2024

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Stowaway Cloak (3/3)

Characters: Stephen Strange, Reader - platonic

Warning: Action, violence.

Summary: You return to visit an old friend but find that something has hidden itself in your suitcase.

Miniseries - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (final)

Standing straight, you dispersed the shield and created two duel swords before charging ahead at the zealot who had come for the Cloak of Levitation. 

Blows were traded left and right. You managed to wound the opposition just as much as he had injured you. However, just as you had the upper-hand, you were caught off-guard by a second zealot who appeared behind the mirror dimension. 

Thinking fast, you pushed your adversary back before expanding the confines of the dimension to swallow the second intruder before they could grab the cloak. Suddenly, a fine magical rope fasted around your neck, forcing you back before slamming you into the ground.

The first zealot walked over and pressed either of your arms with his feet and tightened the lasso with the intention to kill. His partner moved to the door and reached through the Mirror Dimension wall to pull the Cloak through.

You were clawing into the floorboards as you watched the Cloak struggle to wrench out of the zealot’s grip but without its second metal relic, it wasn’t at full-strength. Vision slowly blurring and tasting your own blood, you had never felt so helpless as the bindings around your neck increased in pressure and intensified in pain tenfold.

Knock, knock!

“Y/n?” Stephen’s voice called from the doorway. He had been searching the moment you disappeared from his sights and was worried that you had left to check-in at a hotel.

In his view, the room was empty and perfectly neat.

In reality – there was a war going on.

You managed to make out the silhouette of your friend at the door and desperately wanted to cry out for his help but no voice could be produced and Stephen retraced his steps to check the other rooms of his house.

The zealot that stood above you saw the distress in your eyes for the man at the door and smirked “You might be the first to die here but you won’t be the last.” He listened to you gasp in agony as he jerked on the rope suddenly. “We’ll destroy everyone in this building and it’ll make your suffering look like a joy ride – starting with the man at the door.”

The man at the door.

The words swirled in your mind. At first they were just mere taunts until you heard them several times over and the meaning started to ignite a fire within.

The zealots were not going to see the people downstairs. They were not going to take the Cloak of Levitation for their benefit. And they were not going to hurt the one person who had a normal life – Stephen Strange.

It was like a white flame in the pit of you stomach had sparked and spread through your body like wildfire, touching every cell in existence and imbuing them with a power that you had never felt before. The physical wounds no longer throbbed or ached and the vice around your neck evaporated as your body heated up.

A burst of white energy emanated from your body and threw both Zealot’s back. As they scrambled to their feet and fastened their grip on the Cloak of Levitation once more, they looked over to where you had been laying and found the floor to be unoccupied. The air, however, was a different story.

Floating above the bed was not the apprentice of the mystic arts but a master newly awakened. All scars and battle wounds healed, a new cloak billowing behind you – you looked like a force to be reckoned with and the Zealot’s would have attacked had you not been glowing.

Raising your hands towards the men clutching onto the struggling fabric, you forced them to release the Cloak and took their sling rings. One Zealot growled and summoned a sword that he threw at your chest but it was met with an invisible shield that shattered the sword into magic dust, rendering their magic to be useless. 

The Zealot’s continued to attack as you walked forward and opened a portal behind them before pushing both villains through and shutting the gateway.

Just as the portal shut, your powers reverted to their normal levels. The exhaustion winding their way through your muscles and you swayed off balance when the Cloak of Levitation kept you upright.

“Thanks.” You smiled softly, body adjusting to the change in magic levels and slowly stood back on your feet when you remembered the party downstairs.

You eliminated the Mirror Dimension, cleaned up to look at least half decent and dashed back downstairs to re-join the guests. You looked around for your friend when he popped up behind at your side.

“Where did you disappear off to? And why do you look so dishevelled?” Stephen asked in a hushed whisper, not holding back his irritation. You fixed up what your could of your appearance and cleared your throat to steady your voice.

“I felt a bit overwhelmed after being away from all of this for so long.” You replied, forcing yourself to sound normal and not like you had just fought off two zealots.

Stephen rolled his eyes and turned away, preparing to re-enter the party. “Start adapting.” He snapped. 

It was tempting to shove him into a portal that led him to the highest peak of Mount Everes but patience would be necessary if he was to take up the mantle of Sorcerer Supreme. 

Miniseries - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (final)

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Sweet Sorrow - Ch. 2 Miguel O’hara x F!Reader

Okay, so it's been longer than I wanted – I'm sorry, lol. I ended up rewriting this chapter because I wasn't happy with it, and now I am, so... hopefully, you are too, lol! Also, I'm struggling with not rushing through it, but I want to get to the good bits, lol! Either way, I don't know what's next – probably Boxer Miguel or Ghost x Reader. We'll see! As always, enjoy!🥰

Two days had gone by, two days spent doing nothing but lying on that firm couch and gazing into space. Every now and then, you would sit up, your gaze fixed on the narrow gap in the blinds, letting a sliver of light filter into the otherwise dim room.

The idea of a shower and some food was almost enough to coax you into moving—almost. But no, you had already made up your mind; you weren't going to budge until... well... you weren't sure, to be honest. It's not like you had a clear plan. I mean, who gets kidnapped from their own dimension and then lands up in a futuristic world? You had no idea where you were or how on earth you were going to get back home.

Home… well, that wasn't an option. As much as you yearned for it, as much as the longing for your aunt, uncle, and... Miguel tugged at you, you just couldn't. There wasn't even enough energy left in you to summon a sense of guilt over it; after all, it was him you missed the most.

You felt so incredibly alone. Sure, Lyla kept you company, and those light hearted conversations were a nice distraction, but when night arrived, and you were left there in the silent darkness, staring up at the plain white ceiling, a heavy lump formed in the pit of your stomach. You'd toss and turn, close your eyes in a futile attempt to fall asleep, or try to shift your focus to something else, but it didn't really matter.

Your life and fate were completely out of your hands now. Everyone you knew, everyone you cared about, the life you were familiar with—it was all gone.

Your stubbornness aside, your bladder's insistence was hard to ignore. So, with a resigned sigh, you stood up and headed towards the plain white door that you were now pretty certain led to the bathroom. Just as you were almost there, however, Miguel suddenly appeared right in front of you. Caught off guard, you ended up walking straight into him.

He looked down at you not the least bit bothered by you quite literally smacking in to him, He looked down at you not the least bit bothered by you quite literally smacking in to him. You didn't bother looking up at him; instead, a string of internal curses flowed. Of all times, he had to stroll out of his bedroom right then. After you hadn't budged from the couch for a good two days, figures that the very moment you finally gave in, he would pop up.

Glancing between you and the door, he took a quiet step back. One hand remained hidden behind his back, while the other was extended in the direction of the bathroom. In a different context—where you weren't practically a prisoner and he wasn't your borderline kidnapper—it might have looked quite chivalrous. If only...

Without sparing him a glance, you strode past, only catching a glimpse of his movement from the corner of your eye. He seemed like he was about to say something when you swiftly shut the door in his face. To be honest, it was more about the imminent explosion in your bladder rather than genuine irritation. Both reasons were valid, but one was simply more... urgent.

Once done with your business, you went to wash your hands. In the mirror, you caught a glimpse of your own reflection staring back at you. You looked pale, with dark rings shadowing your eyes. Your nose appeared red and puffy—too much crying, not enough sleep, you thought to yourself. You attempted to tame some of your unruly locks as you glanced at your disheveled appearance.

"Screw it," you muttered.

You pulled your shirt over your head and discarded it along with your pants and underwear. Consequences be damned, you were having that shower even if it was the last thing you did! With determined steps, you entered the walk-in shower, casting a quick look around. Goosebumps prickled on your skin as you stood there, awkwardly trying to figure out how the contraption worked.

The sound of a tap at the door made you jump, causing you to quickly cover yourself instinctively, just in case the door might open. Though, of course, that wasn't a concern since you had already locked it.

‘’Do you… need help?’’

‘’I’m capable of using a bathroom, thank you.’’ It was the first time you had spoken to him in days and it came out just as venomous as you intended.

‘’The shower; it’s maybe different from what you’re used to. If you let me in, I can show you how it works’’

He sounded like he was trying to sound as calm and soothing as possible – the way you'd talk to a scared animal, letting it know you're not a threat. The image of him coaxing a timid, cornered critter came to mind, making you frown.

‘’I don’t want your help.’’

‘’I…’’ you could hear him sight on the other side of the door.

He mumbled something that you couldn't quite catch, and then suddenly Lyla appeared in the bathroom. She was away from you, floating in front of the mirror, engrossed in checking herself out. Regardless, you covered yourself, wearing a deep scowl on your face.

She leaned forward, pushing her heart-shaped glasses up to adjust her lashes, and then let them settle back against her nose.

[You gotta press the button, hold it in and turn the dial at the same time. Don’t turn it too much towards the red or you’ll burn yourself.]

You opened your mouth to tell her off but decided to just let it go, allowing yourself to relish the sensation of the water cascading down on you, the temperature just perfect. As you turned toward the mirror, your eyes squinted to shield against the water, only to realize that Lyla had vanished just as swiftly as she'd materialized.

Whatever.

You thought to yourself, closing your eyes and relishing how the water effortlessly washed away everything – the dirt, the grime, the fatigue. It all seemed to dissolve, vanishing down the drain. Using both hands, you ran your fingers through your hair, appreciating how the water flowed down your head and back. Shifting to the side, you reached for the nearest bottle within reach, bringing it up to your face to read the label. "Men's Care 3 in 1," you muttered, rolling your eyes. It was such a cliché.

After the much-needed shower, you stepped out, snatching a nearby towel and draping it around yourself. As you pondered, your gaze wandered around, and it hit you that this might be the first time you had ever been in a guy's apartment—well, maybe not the absolute first time. There was...

Shaking your head, you pushed away the memory and the accompanying ache. That wasn't what you wanted to dwell on. Instead, you strolled over to the mirror, a bit surprised it hadn't fogged up. But hey, maybe that was some sort of futuristic technology. Your attention shifted to one of the cabinets next to it, where a small pink bow was tied around the handle.

Curiosity getting the better of you, you swung open the cabinet and peered inside, only to find yourself gaping in astonishment. It was filled with... well, everything you could imagine needing, and then some. A hairbrush, a comb, an array of hairpins, both thick and thin hairbands, a still-packaged hairdryer that looked newly bought, creams, a toothbrush, floss, shampoo, conditioner, razors, toothpaste, a face mask, pads for day and night, and, quite surprisingly, a Ziploc bag containing... tampons?!

You grabbed the Ziploc bag and inspected it, your confusion evident. Holding it up, you almost seemed to hope that the bathroom light could somehow shed light on this mystery. Then, out of nowhere, a loud snort burst from you. Quickly, you clapped a hand over your mouth, trying to stifle the laughter. The mental picture of Miguel dashing into a random 7/11, swiping some tampons, and dashing out had invaded your thoughts. And there you stood, one hand clutching the bag, the other muffling your mouth, struggling to contain your laughter. The more you urged yourself to stop, the harder it became to control.

Oh god... laughter was such a relief. It engulfed you, a fleeting respite that lasted for only about five seconds before the guilt and pain resurfaced.

[Ooh, you found the stash!]

You scoffed, shaking your head in sheer disbelief. "The stash? The illicit tampon collection? Yeah, I found it, alright."

[Nice, I didn’t realize your dimension had banned them too]

Lyla said, hovering in front of you with her hands resting behind her head and her legs casually stretched out in front of her. It was as if she was lounging in a hammock, utterly at ease.

‘’Wait… you’re kidding right? These are actually illegal?!’’

[Yuuuup! We had a governor a few years back who ran this whole campaign about cutting down pollution. But you know what's funny? There were no changes to industrial emissions, plastic waste in the oceans, or those illegal chemical dumps. Yet somehow, they were all over female hygiene products. Go figure,] she explained with a roll of her eyes.

"Some things just never change, I guess," you scoffed, glancing at the bag and the assortment of tampons within it.

[Guess not. But you know what? That right there? That's like first-grade black market stuff! It's not something you just stumble upon easily,] Lyla quipped, a blend of amusement and disbelief in her tone.

Shaking your head, a small smile tugged at your lips. It was the sheer absurdity of it all that brought that smile, nothing else.

[You've got some fresh clothes in that cabinet over there. I was gonna go all out with the color selection, but SOMEONE vetoed that idea. So... enjoy the gray,] Lyla teased, a hint of playful irritation in her voice.

As you opened the cabinet, you extracted a set of gray sweatpants and a matching top. You motioned for her to give you some privacy to change, and she obligingly backed off.

As you stepped out of the bathroom, you watched Miguel sitting at the kitchen counter, hunched over and looking comically big for the small stool he sat on.

It felt far too soon to let go of the bitterness that still clung to you, thanks to, well... everything. What were you expected to do? Force a smile and offer gratitude for some "welcome to your new home" gesture? Act as though you were in a quaint Airbnb instead of trapped in a futuristic realm, compelled to leave behind everyone you cherished, with the added torment of being forbidden from ever reuniting with them – a decision that could potentially unravel not just their lives, but the very fabric of an entire dimension?!

Sigh…

Sauntering over to Lyla, you crossed your arms nonchalantly over your chest and leaned against the fridge. Miguel scooped another spoonful of cereal into his mouth, engrossed in calibrating something on his bracelet. He was so absorbed in whatever task he was focused on that he failed to notice the way your eyes were fixed on the bowl before him.

Noticing your gaze fixed on him, tracking the spoon's journey from the bowl to his mouth, he let out a sigh. Setting the spoon down into the bowl, he met your eyes, prompting you to look away.

"Want some?" he asked, breaking the silence.

"No," you retort, practically turning your nose up at him in a show of defiance.

He rolls his eyes, shoving the bowl aside and getting to his feet. Without uttering a word, he leaves. He doesn't even spare you a glance as he strides out of the apartment, the doors sealing shut behind him.

You stand there, gazing into space in silence, holding your breath.

[Annnnnd he’s gone.]

With a sudden burst of energy, you lunge forward, snatching the bowl and hastily scraping up the remaining bits of cereal into your mouth. You chew with gusto, enjoying the sensation of finally eating something. However, a pang of discomfort in your stomach serves as a reminder that you can't keep up this kind of behavior.

Lifting the bowl to your lips, you tilt it back, savoring the chocolate-flavored milk pooled at the bottom. You don't mind the liquid that drips down your chin; in this moment, you're just enjoying the sensation of nourishment.

[Wow.]

"What?!" you hiss, hastily wiping your chin with the back of your hand.

[Really? You have to ask?]

You roll your eyes, taking the bowl with you and dropping it into the sink, not caring what becomes of it.

The room settles into silence as you move over to the couch, sinking into it and pointing at the TV expectantly. It springs to life as Lyla appears beside you, now taking on a larger, almost human-like form as she sits down next to you. Her judgmental side-eye feels like it could sear through you as you attempt to focus on the rerun of some futuristic sitcom.

"Oh my god! What?!" you exclaim.

[Nothing...]

Lyla continues to file her nails, her glasses sliding slightly down her nose as she shoots you a BOMBASTIC side-eye.

"What?" you press.

[It's just not your best look.]

"What, eating?!"

[Sloppily downing his leftovers like a starved dog, all because you're too stubborn to simply talk to him.]

"Oh my god..." you groan, your head falling back. "Spare me the lecture, would you? I'm not in the mood."

[Riiight, because you're such a joy to talk to normally.]

You hurl a pillow at her in frustration, though she easily flickers to another spot on the couch, inspecting her nails unfazed.

"You don’t get to judge me; you don’t know what it’s like-"

[I’m not saying this because I am judging you, y/n. I’m not on his side either. I’m saying this because I worry about you. You can’t keep living like this.]

You frowned, hugging the pillow you had attempted to smack her with closer as if seeking some comfort.

---

Another day slipped by, and you had spent it sleeping on the couch, much to your back's dismay. As you awoke, it was evident that Miguel hadn't returned the previous night. His bedroom door remained ajar, and there was no trace of any dishes either. Lyla materialized in front of you, her glasses concealing a judgmental expression. You found yourself in the kitchen, awkwardly scratching your upper arm, trying to figure out what to do next.

Lyla materialized beside you, casually leaning against the wall adjacent to the fridge. She was engrossed in typing something into her holographic phone, briefly looking up at you and then at the fridge, before refocusing on her phone. Why did she even need a phone?

After a sigh of resignation, you opened the fridge, only to be met with disappointment as its emptiness stared back at you. A carton of milk, some orange juice, a dozen chocolate bars, and a single pear.

"Really? He's got that physique, and his diet is chocolate bars and milk," you muttered in disbelief.

Sighing, you reached for one of the chocolate bars and closed the fridge door. But as you turned around, you froze like a deer caught in headlights. Miguel was standing by the front doors, silently observing you. His gaze moved from your head to your toes, his eyebrows knitting together. After a moment, he stretched his arms above his head before heading into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

You and Lyla exchanged a knowing glance, and then she materialized on the couch, patting the seat next to her. As you sat down, you unwrapped the chocolate bar and took a bite, relishing the delightful combination of milky chocolate and hints of brownies. Clearly, the man had a sweet tooth.

After a few minutes of watching an episode of a sitcom centered around a group of friends sharing a living space, the bathroom door swung open. Miguel emerged, dressed in regular clothes for once – well, what passed for "normal" in this time period, you assumed. He yawned and ran his fingers through his damp hair, his gaze tiredly sweeping over to you.

You forced yourself to look ahead, avoiding his gaze as his footsteps retreated into his bedroom, the door closing behind him

Lyla shot you a mischievous smirk but remained silent.

You and Lyla spent the rest of the day quietly laughing along with the show, which seemed to keep going on and on. It had that "Friends" vibe, strangely not feeling too outdated. The bedroom door swung open, but you were too engrossed in the comedic scene unfolding on the screen to notice. A guy was hilariously fumbling with a chicken while attempting to shake someone's hand.

Your head turned as something caught your attention from the corner of your eye, a lingering smile on your face. It was Miguel, stepping toward the couch, as if he planned to take a seat. You went rigid, quickly snatching up a pillow as a sort of shield. The smile vanished from your face, and you pulled your knees up, feeling a sudden need to create some distance.

He halted, his gaze fixing on you briefly before he shifted his attention toward the kitchen. Taking a seat at the counter. The enjoyment and lightheartedness that had filled the air earlier now seemed to have dissipated entirely. In their place were a mixture of anxiety and discomfort. On some level, you were relieved he hadn't chosen to sit beside you. Yet, as you observed him perched there, occasionally glancing over at the TV, a pang of guilt tugged at you.

Over the course of about half an hour, you found yourself repeatedly sneaking glances at him. He remained engrossed in the show, his head propped up by his hand, wearing the same stoic expression. Nibbling on your bottom lip, your gaze shifted from stolen glances to unabashedly staring at him.

It’s not his fault.

I know.

He didn’t have much of a choice.

He took away my right to make a choice.

He saved your life.

By taking everything that made my life worth living.

You sighed deeply, dropping your gaze to the floor.

Say something.

Raising your eyes, you observed him—the flawless way his dark brown hair swept back, his high cheekbones highlighting his sun-kissed skin, the gentle curve of his nose, the way his thick eyebrows furrowed, etching deep lines onto his forehead, the fullness of his lips. It was uncanny how much he resembled him...

You had to avert your gaze, your cheeks flushed and a bittersweet ache forming in the pit of your stomach. That night, you found yourself crying yourself to sleep once more, clutching a pillow against your chest in an attempt to stifle the sound as best as you could. Unbeknownst to you, a shadow lingered in the doorway, quietly observing your heartache.

---

The following day greeted you with an unexpected sense of restfulness. As you sat up, a blanket that had been draped over you slid down your chest and pooled in your lap. It was odd – you didn't recall having it when you fell asleep.

Lyla materialized right in front of your face, causing you to flinch and then emit a groan. "Lyla, please... you're too energetic for this early in the morning."

[Pfft, it's three PM!]

"What?!" You glanced at the TV's time display, confirming that you had indeed slept in quite a bit.

Stretching, you got up and absentmindedly scratched your stomach as you strolled over to the fridge. Nothing like an overly sweet chocolate bar to kick off your day – or rather, your afternoon.

Swinging open the fridge door, you did a double take. Right there on a shelf above the chocolate bars sat a plate of quesadillas. Lyla floated next to you, her eyes widening.

[No way he made you food!]

Normally, you might have brushed it off, but this was different. This wasn't just some buttered toast. This was homemade Mexican ham and cheese quesadillas. You grabbed the plate from the fridge, using your foot to nonchalantly shut the door. With absentminded precision, you peeled off the protective wrapping and popped the plate into the microwave for about a minute and a half.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

The cheese strings clinging to the bread were enough to set your mouth watering. You took a bite, and the combination of the pan-fried tortilla, melted cheese, and perfectly sliced ham was so satisfying that you let out an involuntary moan. Holding some of the cheese strings aloft, you slowly guided them into your mouth. Pairing the quesadilla with a glass of orange juice hit the spot so well that you reclined against the couch, rubbing your satisfied stomach.

"Holy shit, that hit the spot," you remarked aloud.

[Yeah? Maybe you should let him know that.]

You shot her a glare, which seemed to have little effect. She simply shrugged, flitting around the room before settling down next to you, joining in on the TV watching.

---

That night, you settled onto the couch just like the previous few nights, but there was a difference in the air. This time, you weren't just idly watching TV or killing time – you were waiting. Waiting for him.

Your gaze constantly flickered between the screen and the door. Every time you thought you heard a sound or caught a movement in your peripheral vision, your body would tense, and you held your breath in anticipation, only to let it out with a sigh of disappointment as the adrenaline gradually ebbed away.

Lyla had been bugging you about it, complaining whenever you didn't join in on her laughter at one of the jokes cracked by your favorite characters on the show. She incessantly flickered in front of your face, assuming new poses each time she reappeared – hands on her hips, exaggerated gestures, and all. You swatted your hand in front of you, as though trying to shoo away an irritating fly.

[What's going on with you?!]

"Nothing! Just stop!" you exclaimed.

[Are you not enjoying the show?]

"I am! I'm just..." you sighed, swatting at her as she popped up once more, "...can you please quit it?"

[Tell me! Come oooon~]

With a slight frown, you turned towards her, both of you locking eyes in a moment of mutual annoyance. You opened your mouth, ready to let her have it, when the sound of footsteps reached your ears. Both of you instinctively turned your heads towards the door, then glanced back at each other, panic subtly etched across your expressions.

Lyla resized herself to her normal form, hovering over your shoulder as you quickly sat up straight. You casually grabbed a pillow, doing your best to appear nonchalant, all the while ignoring the way Lyla's stifled laughter tickled your ear.

The two doors slid apart, and Miguel entered, tilting his head from side to side, seemingly trying to alleviate some tension in his neck. His movement halted when he spotted you sitting there, your gaze firmly locked on him with a sense of intense concentration, your eyebrows furrowed. He glanced at Lyla, his eyebrow slightly raised, only to find her giving him the same scrutinizing look. Both of you remained quietly fixated on him, as if you were deeply studying the man before you.

‘’There a problem?’’

Both of you shook your head at the same time, blinking in unison as you continued staring at him.

"Right... well, I'm gonna... shower," he said cautiously, his eyes narrowing.

He stared at the two of you for another moment before finally entering the bathroom, his gaze alternating between the two of you once more before he slowly closed the door.

You exhaled, sinking back against the couch.

[That was intense,] Lyla remarked.

"Yeah..." you agreed.

[Say... Why—why was it intense?]

"I... I'm gonna talk to him."

Lyla gasped dramatically, clutching a virtual hand to her chest, which elicited an eye roll from you. Despite that, a faint smile tugged at your lips.

After a few minutes, the bathroom door swung open, and Miguel emerged, clad in a pair of loose grey pants and a long-sleeved white shirt. A towel was draped over his shoulders as he methodically dried his hair while heading over to the fridge. He retrieved a bottle of sparkling water, one of the many new items that had found their way into the well-stocked refrigerator.

You observed him as he walked by, a sense of urgency building within you. It was now or never, you realized, trying to muster the courage to say something, anything.

‘’Can we talk?’’

You didn't look up; the sound of his bare feet coming to a halt was enough to make your breath catch. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you finally glanced up just in time to witness him turning around to meet your gaze, a surprised expression crossing his features.

He dropped down onto the other end of the couch, running the towel through his hair. You observed him, noticing a rare softness in his expression—there was a sense of calm and gentleness that was quite unlike his usual seriousness or irritation.

Your gazes locked, but your confidence seemed to evaporate, leaving you speechless. Words formed in your mind, yet they remained trapped, suffocated by a surge of memories—of Miguel, your aunt and uncle, your friends; recollections of being torn from your world, flung in to a portal, and marooned on a couch in the confines of a stranger's apartment. You were imprisoned in an unsettling blend of familiarity and strangeness, a puzzle that spanned the wrong world, the wrong time, the wrong dimension.

Fuck. This wasn’t going to work.

‘’Did you eat the Sincronizadas?’’

You nodded.

He nodded back.

‘’Did you enjoy them?’’

You nodded.

He returned the nod.

‘’Maybe… I could make some more, sometime.’’

You nodded.

He nodded back in acknowledgment.

After a few minutes, he clapped his hands against his thighs, using the motion to rise from the couch. He offered you a slow and awkward nod before turning and making his way toward his bedroom.

"I haven't forgiven you," the words slipped from your lips.

He paused in his tracks, looking back over his shoulder at you.

"I know," he replied simply.

As the door clicked shut behind him, you sank back against the couch, hugging the pillow to your chest.

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #spider man 2099 #miguel x y/n #miguel ohara fanfiction #atsv #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara x reader #bitter sweet #Sweet Sorrow #spider man 2099 x you #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara smut

[japhan2024]

Anthony... I.. I..

Ian couldn't quite say it, but his eyes, wide and extremely blue, told Anthony everything.

Ian and Anthony's adult friendship had many new dimensions to it. From deep talks at Anthony's house to long dinner nights out with Ian's friends. From working together again and searching for creative solutions whenever there was a disagreement, to getting high after hours when they were the only ones left at the Smosh office.

Anthony still didn't quite believe it when he would look into his best friend's eyes, and they would look right back at him, beaming. No more pent-up frustration, no more grudges to be held. And Ian would ask what was the matter, why was he tearing up. And he could only answer that he was happy because that bell of truth was ringing loud and clear in his heart.

And he knew his friend was happy too. Not only did Ian look better every day, fresh clothes, bling and haircut. But he demanded the attention of the room, wherever he was. Everyone would laugh at his jokes - of course Anthony would make an effort to still laugh the loudest - and he, in turn, would laugh at Anthony's jokes, something he only rarely did before.

All Anthony needed in a relationship was for the other person to love him unconditionally and affirmatively. It was no coincidence, therefore, that he fell a little bit in love with his best friend. The one who chose him so vociferously, after everything, after all those years. Every time he looked at Ian, his brown hair, his sharp nose, his full lips. And those eyes he hadn't been able to look into for such a long time. They were bright, blue, and a true window to Ian's soul, however cliche that might sound. Anthony loved staring into them. They were intoxicating... he forgot where and when he was altogether, but he didn't care. He wanted to get lost in that mysterious blue world.

And because of that forming crush, which he didn't quite realize yet, Anthony made an effort to look his best every day too. He'd spend a full hour in front of the mirror, practicing expressions and fixing his dark mane of curls. Ian once jokingly mentioned "Wow those pants look hot" and he would only wear that sort of pants ever since.

And then it happened.

Ian spotted a lonely eyelash and and carefully wiped it off of Anthony's cheek. Their cast member Courtney was sat in between them. Otherwise, Ian would surely have noticed Anthony's blushing gasp. Anthony couldn't think of anything else the rest of the day and laid wide awake all night, this new truth crashed into him.

I love Ian.

Anthony called Ian to come over. When he arrived, all kinds of scenarios shot through Anthony's mind. But he knew he must keep the walls down and tell Ian everything.

"Ian, I love you, you know that, right?"

"Of course. I love you too" Ian laughed a bit sheepishly.

"Well, haha that's so great! Um.." Anthony gulped. But he took a careful step towards Ian.

"Ian, ever since we've become friends and best friends again, you've been the most wonderful person.. the best person in my life. You've always been that, even during our worst moments."

Did Anthony see that right? Was Ian blushing?

"And.. well haha! You know me, I'm an awkward little freak!"

The joke cut through the tension a bit. But Ian didn't cut him off with more jokes. He took a step towards Anthony. Total panic. But he couldn't go back now.

"Ian, when.. when you are with me, I can do anything in the world. Without you, I'm a mess. And I've just realized.. I love you, like.. I'm in love with you."

Ian's mouth fell open. His eyes widened and he breathed in. He took another step towards Anthony. They stood really close now. Anthony was shaking. Slowly, he willed his hand up and fixed Ian's quiff for him.

"Anthony... I.. I.."

Slowly moving closer, nobody knew who took the initiative, but all of a sudden, their lips touched, and Anthony's entire body felt like it was on fire. Never in his life had he experienced this sensation. He felt himself open his mouth and invite Ian's tongue in. He felt Ian's soft and warm hands pulling his waist close while they held onto the back of his shirt. With shaking hands, Anthony stroked Ian's cheeks, his neck. Ian's beard tickled, and Anthony giggled through his nose. Ian did the same.

They took a moment to catch their breath. They looked at each other, carefully smiling, and Anthony felt tears run down his face. Before Ian could comment, he said "tears of joy," and kissed Ian, his Ian, his and only his, again.

#ianthony #short fic #fan fiction #idk i just felt like writing this 😤😤 #spoiler alert: they kiss

[shipthepuppy]

My current theory on the Dimension 20 Mentopolis season, post episode 4:

Spoilers under the cut!

So, we've now worked through 2 of the 4 responses. All that are left are Flight and Fawn.

How are they going to come into play saving Elias?

Let's consider Elias's situation.

He's fired the grappling hook (Fight)

Froze up so he could successfully kick through a window (Freeze)

And we know now that his next steps are getting the fuck out of there (Which, logically, would be Flight)

Therefore, we can all pretty reliably guess how Flight is going to come into play saving Elias: by getting him outta the damn building, duh!

Now, Fawn, on the other hand, is the one that isn't as clear. I have two theories, however!

The first, more fanfic-y trope theory:

The Barista That Smiled At Us.

Once he's out of the building (with further aid from Fight and Freeze), Elias needs to lay low quickly. Where can he go?

Maybe the coffee shop nearby he's gone to a million times? Where he knows there's a lovely Barista who's been kind to him and might hide him so he can escape?

And I can see Fawn helping in that situation!

Theory number two; the more likely option:

As they are escaping the building with Flight (Fight and Freeze assisting), Elias's boss confronts him before they can get out. And in that moment, Fawn could help Elias get in close, or buy a few moments for one of the other responses to make a move, and all of them work together to get Elias out.

And best part? It could be mirrored in the mind with the D.A./Scary Mind Key Guy in place of Elias's boss, which fits with the themes we've seen of the players echoing actions Elias takes, to show who he really is inside.

Bonus theory about the epilogue:

And then the epilogue is about Elias being a whistle-blower on Gobstopper Industries/The Military and maybe reconciling with his twin and finally having the courage to talk to The Barista That Smiled At Us.

And there will be echoes of that in his mind. Like The Fix reaching out to Pasha. Imelda and Anastasia reconciling as family and being closer. Whistle-blower Conrad and Hunch.

As for Mr. Fucks/Phucks/Fuxxx/etc. (Who I interpret as Elias's sense of pleasure in general, including libido, because he Fucks With Everything, not just sexual stuff. Tho it is mostly sexual stuff. Elias is really pent up, and, it turns out, potentially a passionate lover if given the chance.), Dan is just raking in the pleasure from all of this new-found joy in Elias's life. Sugah's is thriving. The people who have looked to him for hope that he's supported with a grin and a booming voice are able to enjoy life. And so is he.

And that's my Mentopolis theory!

I'm probably very, very wrong! :D

#dimension 20 #mentopolis #dimension 20 mentopolis #d20 mentopolis #d20 spoilers #spoilers #d20 mentopolis spoilers #theory

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Mirroring dance

A/n: Hello, I've finally returned to write. Yay! I have had this lingering idea for a while now, and I wanted to write it. However, I'm stuck on which character to use, so I'm putting a vote out there to see which character shall feature in the x reader.

Synopsis:

At midnight, a mysterious dimension appeared in the mirror of a person whose name is represented by y/n. She stepped inside and found herself in a room with a ball. She was only wearing her pyjamas, not a fancy gown or laced dress. In the ballroom, she met a mysterious stranger wearing royal attire, and they danced freely as they wished throughout the night.

Which character would you like to see written:

#fanfiction #harry potter #house of the dragon #dracula #labyrinth #lord of the rings #the hobbit #x reader #twilight

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Movie Theater Adventures

Summary: Peter 1, 2, and 3 go to see a movie together and chaos ensues 😁

(Have a great week guys ❤️ hope you're all having a great day ❤️)

"You guys seriously did not have to do this."

Three turned toward the backseat. "For the millionth time Pete, we wanted to."

"You've been under a lot of stress lately kiddo and we know what that's like." Two smiled at him through the rearview mirror. "Sometimes you just need a movie break with friends."

"I cannot wait to see this movie." Three buzzed. "It looks so good!"

"Which one are we seeing?" One asked.

"You'll see when we get there." Two winked at him.

One leaned back in the seat. The older two had surprised the youngest after a long day at work. He had come back from the pizza shop to find them both in the living room. Doctor Octavius and Peter 2 had final been able to create a way for them to travel through dimensions a few months ago and it was taking some adjusting to randomly seeing another version of you in the living room.

It was even stranger when one of them announces they're kidnapping you for the evening. The older two had ushered One to his closet, telling him to put on his comfiest outfit and shoes for a movie day. However, they wouldn't tell him what movie they were seeing because they wanted it to be a surprise.

One fiddled with the sleeve of his science themed sweatshirt. "Could you give me a hint?"

Three ruffled his hair. "It's a movie you'll really love."

Once they pulled into the parking lot, One leaned closer. "Can you tell me now?"

"Have patience little Pete." Two opened the door. "Come on."

The youngest Peter curiously followed the older two toward the theater. He glanced at the posters on the outside in hopes of picking up on one that would give him a clue to the movie, but none of them really stood out to him.

Instead, he had to wait until Two talked to the lady at the kitchen counter. "Three tickets to see A New Hope please."

One's eyes widened. "What?"

"They're running a special this week." Peter 3 nudged his brother. "All of the older Star Wars movies are being shown in theaters for their anniversary."

"So we can actually see A New Hope in theaters? Like actually on the big screen?"

"Yehep. Thought this would be a gohood weheekend idea," Peter Two replied.

"Yes!" Peter 1 reached into his pocket for his wallet. "I'm so looking---."

Peter 2 stepped in front of the youngest and gave the lady his card. "Just put all three of them on my card please."

"Yes sir." The lady took the card.

"Here, I'll pay you back for---."

The oldest cut off the youngest. "No need."

"What?"

"It's my treat One, don't worry about it."

Peter 1's jaw dropped. "I can't let you do that!"

While the two fought over the tickets, the lady behind the counter slid all three tickets over with Two's card. "And that's two adults and one---."

Before the lady could finish her statement, Two gathered what she handed him. "Thank you."

Three wrapped an arm around the youngest's shoulders before steering him inside. "Come on Uno."

"W-wait! You can't just---!"

"Already have One." Peter 2 gave him another hair ruffle.

Peter 3 directed the group toward the concession stand. "Nothing you can do now. We said we'd kidnap you for a movie day so it's our treat."

"But I'm an adult!" Peter 1 pulled away. "Not a child!"

"Adults can still have free passes Peter," Two soothed. "Think of it as a gift for working so hard."

One crossed his arms. "Like getting good grades on my report card."

Peter 3 shrugged. "Eh, kind of."

The youngest blushed and turtled into his shoulders.

Two nudged him. "Hey, just say thank you and enjoy it, okay?"

Peter 1 wanted to continue arguing, but he was already being pulled into line at the concession stand. The blush on his face darkened as they made their way to the front.

"You haven't had dinner yet Pete. Do you want something to eat?" Three asked.

One shook his head.

"You sure? They've got pizza or chicken."

One shook his head again. "Just popcorn please? I can share with someone."

Peter 3 pulled the youngest close and pinched his cheek. "You're a growing boy. You need your own food."

One whined. "Noho!"

"Excuse me." A worker behind the concession counter asked. "Could I see your tickets really quickly?"

"Um sure?" Two handed over the tickets. "Is there a problem?"

The worker looked over the tickets. "Nope, no problem here. You actually have a discount."

"Really?"

"Yeah." The employee pointed to the board behind him. "You get half off one of the kid's meals."

Two cocked his head. "Kid's meals?"

"Because you have a child's ticket." The three Peters' eyes widened as the worker motioned to Peter 1. "All kids 14 and under get in for free."

One groaned. "She thought I was 14?"

The worker chuckled. "Ihi'm guessing you're nohot?"

"No! I'm literally 17!"

The worker bit back a laugh while his other coworker elbowed him. "Weren't you the one who got asked if he was 12 his first week on the job?"

"Yehep, so Ihi knohow you're pahain duhude."

The youngest's face was pure red. This was turning out to be a pretty embarrassing evening.

Peter 2 gave his shoulder a squeeze. "Enjoy it while you can."

One looked up at him.

"I wish people still mistook me for twenty."

That put a small smile on Peter 1's face.

The worker handed back the tickets. "I'm sorry kid. Look, it was an honest mistake. Don't take it personally."

The other worker behind the counter scooped some popcorn into a bucket. "Take your ticket and discounted meal and enjoy your movie."

Three nudged the youngest. "They've got a point Pete. Go ahead and pick a meal."

One fiddled with his sleeves. "Chicken strips please?"

"You got it. One chicken strip meal, two popcorns, and one drink coming right up."

Three handed over his card this time. "This is my half of the payment."

"Come on dude, let me atleast pay for my meal."

"Oh please," Three teased. "A $3 chicken meal is not about to make me go broke."

"Then let me pay part of the rest---."

"No no no, I don't want to hear it. You lost this argument with Two and now you're losing it with me."

The youngest groaned.

"Sorry about the tickets One, I didn't even notice she rang them up that way," Two apologized.

"It's not your fault. Like he said, honest mistake."

Peter 3 smirked. "You sure she thought you were 14. You look more like you could pass for ten."

One jabbed his elbow into his older counterpart's side.

"Ahalright, knock ihit off." Two grabbed the food as it was handed over.

"Enjoy your movie guys." The worker waved them on. "Have a great night."

"You tohoo." One waved at them both as they passed.

Once out of the line, Peter 2 led the way down the hall to the theater.

It was packed!

"Guess we should have gotten here earlier." Two scanned the rows. "I don't see a spot that has three seats together."

Three motioned to the other two over. "I think I found something."

"That's only two Three," Peter One pointed out.

"How about you two take these seats?" The eldest offered. "I think I saw another seat a few rows up---."

"No!" Both younger Peters exclaimed.

"There's not enough seats altogether though."

"But we want to see this with you!" Peter 3 added.

"Well, any suggestions on how to make this work?"

The younger two thought for a second before a grin lit up Three's face. "One, come here for a second."

One stepped over, and was caught off guard when Three tugged him into his lap. "Ack! Hey!"

"See? We fit here, you fit there."

As Peter 2 sat down in the other seat, the blush from earlier flamed across One's cheeks. "Y-you can't hold me all night! I-I'm not a child!"

"According to your ticket you are."

One shoved his older counterpart. "Shut up."

"Don't worry, it won't be all night." Peter 3 readjusted so he was standing and One was in the seat. "We can switch."

"Wait! What are you---?"

Before the youngest could finish his statement, Peter 3 plopped himself in One's lap. He wrapped his arms around the youngest and snuggled as close as he could.

One had to laugh at the sight of the tallest Peter trying to fit into his lap. "Yohou dohon't fit!"

"Noho." Three poked One's stomach. "But Ihi'm comfyhy."

Two gently pushed Three's hand away, distracting Three long enough not to notice One's flinch. "Come on you twoho. Time toho settle down."

"Hey, I'm not doing anything! It's him!"

Peter 3 sat up and stretched his back. "You're too little anyway Uno."

Peter 1 poked his older counterpart. "I told you!"

"Hey, both of you." Peter 2 poked them both. "Knock it off before we get kicked out."

"Okahay, okay."

The younger two settled down and adjusted into place. Three took up most of the seat with One curled up on the side closest to Two. A few moments later, the opening commercials began to play.

Then the opening credits began to roll.

It was epic to hear the theme reverberate across the theater and see all of the characters become larger than life on the silver screen. Even though One had seen this movie more times than he could count, he still loved every moment. He wasn't to keen on the position next Peter 3 to begin with, but as the movie went on, he readjusted himself so he could cuddle closer.

At first, he thought Three hadn't noticed. But then a hair ruffle and a chuckle showed him otherwise. "I thought you weherent aha child."

"I can still enjoy cuddles and not be a child," One hissed back.

"That is literally the most adorable thing ever."

"I'm not adorable."

"Says who? Cause I say otherwise."

One blushed brightly. He started to scoot away but then an arm pulled him back. "Hey."

"Hey to you." Peter 3 wrapped the youngest in a firm hug. "That wasn't an invitation to leave. I want you to stay if you'd like."

"R-really?"

"Of course." Three rubbed circles into the youngest's back. "I haven't had a good cuddle in a while."

"Me to-ah!"

Peter 3's hand froze. The younger two quieted to make sure no one had been disturbed. When no one looked their way, the older Peter wiggled a singular finger into One's shoulder blade.

The youngest Peter let a quiet squeak and tried to squirm away. "Threhee!"

He wasn't getting away this time.

"No way."

"Whahat?"

The hand on One's back began to spider around. "You're ticklish."

Peter 1 turned his face into Three's chest. "Threhee, plehease."

"Please what?" Peter 3's hand spidered across One's side. "Please tickle you more?"

"Eep! Hehey!"

The moment was interrupted by a whisper from Peter 2. "What are you two doing?"

"Nothihing!"

"Two, he's ticklish!"

One tried to cover Peter 3's mouth. "Sh-shut uhup!"

"Awww." The oldest Peter pulled One's hand away. "Really?"

"Yehes! Atleast his back and sihides ahare."

"No way." Peter 2 spidered across One's side.

"Eep! You guhys are soho mehean."

"This is literally the most adorable thing ever." Three wiggled his finger across One's jaw line. "Ah gootchie goo."

The blush on the youngest's face darkened even more. "Ihits nohot adorablehel!"

Two's hand spidered up One's side. "Tickle tickle."

Immediately, Peter 1 grabbed his hand before he could reach his ribs. "Ihim goihing to ruhuin thehe movihie."

"Not for uhus."

The youngest pulled his face away from Peter 3. "Ihit's ehembarrahassihing."

Peter 2 used his other hand to poke One's back. "Hehey, you haven't told uhus to stop."

The youngest Peter's eyes widened. He hadn't even realized he hadn't told them to stop yet, and he had forgotten how much he loved tickles. They always made him feel happy and loved. It reminded him of being young again, when times were simple.

Suddenly, a jostle brought One back to the present. "Hey, do you want us to stop?"

Peter 1 turtled into his shoulders. "F-for nohow. I-I want to fihinish thehe movie."

Both older Peters pulled away. "Of course."

"But there's no guarantee we won't exploit this later."

The whack Two gave the back of Three's head made the lady in front of them shush the group.

Once she turned back around, all three Peters stifled their remaining giggles before turning back to the movie.

As they watched the rest of the movie, a warm content feeling washed over Peter 1. Two had been right, he really just needed a night with good friends to put him in a better mood. He hadn't been too keen on being mistaken for a kid, but it had turned out to be the best thing ever.

However, a full belly and a good hug mixed with the remnants of a busy week made Peter 1's eyes heavy with sleep. He struggled to hold his eyes open for as long as possible, but eventually the sleepy feeling pulled him into a deep sleep just the doors opened for Luke, Han, and Chewie to get their medals.

Meanwhile, Peter 2 and 3 zeroed in on the scene, ready for the big finale. As soon as the scene ended and the credits began to roll, the entire theater erupted into applause.

"That was perfect!" Three exclaimed.

"I know! I loved every moment!" Two turned to the youngest. "What did you thi---?"

Three's brows furrowed together. "What's wrong?"

The eldest Peter smiled. "Looks like we stayed out past someone's bedtime."

Peter 3 was so confused until he looked down. Then he absolutely melted at the sight. "Look at how little he looks!"

"Should we wake him up?"

"Are you kidding?" Three pulled the youngest out of Peter 2's reach while giving him the biggest pouty face he could. "He's to precious to wake up!"

Peter 2 felt his own heart melt a little. "I have a feeling this ihis going to become aha regular thihing with you."

"I never got to have brothers before." The tallest Peter brushed a few loose curls out of One's face. "Can you blame me for wanting to cuddle him?"

"No . . . But now I really want to cuddle him too."

"Hey!" Three tightened his hug. "I got him first!"

"You've had him all night though."

"Please?" Three gave him his best puppy dog eyes. "You still have to drive home."

"How about a trade off?" Two stood. "I carry him to the car, you can cuddle with him on the drive home."

"Mmfine!" Peter 3 handed the youngest to Two.

"Thahank yohou." As Peter 2 settled One in his arms, a soft smile came across his face. "I like how this is turning out to be."

"Like how?"

"Getting to do things like this." Two shuffled hi load so he could ruffle Three's hair. "Getting toho tahake care of you two."

The tallest pulled away from the affection. "Not the hair!"

Peter 2 grinned. "Come ohon, lehet's go home."

As they walked toward the exit, Peter 3 tapped the eldest's shoulder. "Hey Two?"

"Yeah Pete?"

"Since One is already asleep and it is pretty late . . . could we have a slumber party?"

"A slumber party huh?"

"Could we? Please? We'll be quiet all night and we'll be gone first thing in the morning."

The eldest Peter bit back a laugh. "That sounds like aha greheat idea."

Three's face lit up. "Really!"

"Yehes. Lehet's do it."

"Yes!" Peter Three raced toward the doors. "Let's go!"

Two playfully rolled his his eyes. He readjusted his hold on One before following Peter 3 out of the building. "Hope you had a great day Uno. This was perfect."

When One woke up, he had to agree.

#lee peter 1 #ler peter 2 #ler peter 3 #ticklefic #fluff

[another-fantasy-world]

guess who's back

here's a sneak peek of an upcoming fic :0

Alma woke up

Or at least she thought she did

Her sharp eyes opened only to be met by darkness, normally her eyes would be able to pick up even the tiniest of details even in the dark, but she seemed to be truly blind. Pair that with the lack of noises, it seemed she has gone deaf as well

Where was she? Where are the children? Did they get attacked in their slumber?

A chuckle broke the silence

"You are an excellent Ymbryne if you can still think of your children despite your sensory deprivation." A husky voice murmured softly in her right ear, sending shivers down the headmistress' spine, the feeling of familiarity unsettles her even more

"Who are you?" she demands, her voice stern despite its raspiness

"You're asking all the wrong questions little bird~" the voice sang out, teasing

Alma let out an indignant huff as her jaw clenched, truly annoyed by the voice's antics

"I have been called by many names, demon, ghost, sorceress, witch, devil, angel, bastard, bitch, property- ahem, pardon me. You may simply just call me Y/N" You finally introduced yourself, stepping into Alma's line of sight, the darkness seemed to wrap around you, bending to your will.

"As for the matter of where… you accidentally got into my... dimension? I guess you can call it that. I am sure you are aware of parallel dimensions, given that you have theories regarding that subject in your library. Your body is still lying asleep on your bed... I think it may be better if you could see what I mean." You explained as you waved the darkness away, revealing the familiar interior of her home.

The only difference is that it seemed familiar, yet so different. This specific room was non-existent. She doesn't remember your room.

"Here." You waved your hand yet again making a mirror appear out of thin air. 

Alma took a peek and what she saw made her gasp lightly, her eyes widened a bit. Standing, or rather, laying in front of her is...her, still clad in her nightwear, softly...snoring?

"I snore?" She mumbled, seemingly offended

"They are very cute snores." You smiled, only to be met with a sharp glare

“I am merely stating facts, my dear.” You chuckled, falling backward into your bed as you stare at the ceiling.

“How long have you been here?” She finally asks after a few moments of silence

“Hmm… Ever since I was a kid. I grew up here. I don’t know how I got here when I was younger, and why I could practically see through every mirror in this place and witness different people living their lives. That was until I saw…well, you, to be precise. I learned all about loops and peculiars because of you.” You grinned up at her

“How so? I have never seen you anywhere, and my memory seldom fails me.” She crosses her legs, hands cupping her pockets only to find them empty

“Reflective surfaces. I can see through all of them which is why I was able to attend your classes back when you were still in the academy.” You chuckled, pulling the drawer open to get a pipe and a lighter

“That’s your favourite tobacco brand… the one that you grow yourself.” You sheepishly offered her the objects that are in your hands. 

She looked perplexed but still grabbed the items in your hand, put the pipe to her mouth, and lit it up as she inhaled long and deep.

“Everything that happens in the real world, happens here…” You started, answering her unasked question.

“It just so happens that there’s no one here other than me. Like a dimension just for me. I can travel anywhere in the blink of an eye, I can eat anything I’d like, I can even vandalise walls and statues with no reprimand from anyone whatsoever. Everything goes back to the way it originally was in a few hours. It has been incredibly lonely in the past 5 years or so, seeing as I have explored every inch of this world. Money doesn’t hold any significance here, however, I sure have a lot of it. Some hidden deep underground in an old creaky chest, and some…” You pulled out a thick bundle of cash from my pocket and placed it inside the drawer in her parallel room as you called it

“Some appear out of thin air.” You chuckled, “I would be the richest person alive, if I was there.” 

“Will that appear inside my drawer as well?” She asked, curiously looking at you

“I do not know as I have never been able to appear, or materialize on the reflective surfaces I watch on. I have never interacted with anyone other than you, Miss Peregrine.”  You sheepishly answered, coughing lightly at the smoke that filled your room.

“How does time work?” She asks next, crossing her legs as she feels the fabric of your bedsheets and scrunching her face slightly as if familiar with the way it feels. 

“I honestly don’t know. I use your clocks as well.” You answered her. “There was this one time however when a rather suspicious man was following Olive, I thought that I wanted to smack the ever living shit out of him so when he came close to the newly waxed floors of the Mayor’s manor, I just reached out and pulled him to the ground. Since then, I’ve been trying to reach out but nothing ever worked.” You explained to her, not mentioning the fact that Miss Peregrine was slowly fading

Miss Peregrine on the other hand is starting to feel a headache coming on for she remembers the day Olive told her a story exactly like that. Having sent Olive on an errand, she told Miss Peregrine that she felt followed by a drunkard but he fell on his face, thus allowing her to slip into the crowd and arrived home safely. Before she could even open her mouth to ask more questions and talk to this mysterious and slightly unsettling peculiar, she woke up with a gasp. 

“Right on time.”

#flors collection #miss peregrine x reader #miss peregrine imagine #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #do people still remember me? #I've been gone for so long HAHAHAHA

[lesbianlotties]

Ronancetober Day 5: Multiverse

what if... we met alternate versions of ourselves from the Upside Down and they were so hot... and we were both girls 😳😳😍💞🙈🥰💗😳

“So, remind me why are we here?” Robin said as she absentmindedly paced the now abandoned trailer.

“I wish I could tell you,” Nancy replied. She was standing in the middle of the trailer, staring intently into the gate open on the ceiling. She looked behind her just in time to catch the playfully raised eyebrow that Robin sent her way. Nancy looked away quickly so Robin wouldn’t catch her smile. “I just want to take a good look at it. Make sure nothing’s changed. I just have this…”

“Felling,” Robin finished for her. “I know. Remember? I had the same dream. We were here together but it was…”

“Different,” Nancy completed the sentence, and this time neither of them looked away in time to hide their smiles. Still, the moment ended abruptly.

“Nance?” Robin whispered with a trembling voice when she saw something change within the portal. A second later, Nancy was pushing Robin away, protecting her, putting her body between Robin and whatever was falling down from the portal. There was a moment of unmeasurable fear of whatever kind of monster they were about to face, but also a great amount of anger at themselves for foolishly putting themselves in this situation. However, then they were possibly more surprised than they had ever been.

“Oh. Good, you’re already here. We don’t have much time and we have to get going if we want to get to the others before they make a mess,” someone said. Someone that just fell from the gate with shocking ease. Someone that physically looked exactly like Robin. Someone that stared at Nancy and Robin with an impatient look, and then rolled her eyes, scoffed, took a step back, and held out her arms.

A second later, a second body fell down the gate, this one was screaming up until the moment she landed safely in the first person’s arms. Then she looked up, and said, with Nancy’s voice and Nancy’s exact same face, “Thank you, Robin.”

“Nance, I’m so scared right now,” Robin, the real Robin, as she immediately started to think of herself, whispered close to Nancy’s ear.

Nancy was still standing between Robin, her Robin, as she immediately started thinking of her, but Robin had also wrapped her arms around her protectively. “Robin, please tell me you’re seeing them too,” Nancy whispered right back to her.

“We really don’t have time for this,” Robin Two, as she begrudgingly accepted she’d be called, groaned.

Robin Two carefully set Nancy Two on the ground and Nancy Two smiled knowingly at her. “Come on, Robin. We have to explain, or else they’ll assume the worse, or run away, or start shooting, because I know that’s your first instinct when you see something you don’t trust or understand and, like, I love that about you, but wouldn’t it be so inconvenient if our versions from the dimension shoot us? Like, sure, it has some fucked up comedic value but-”

“Oh my God,” both Robins said in unison, almost equally endeared by Nancy Two rambling like her life depended on it, gesticulating wildly with her hands and looking up at Robin Two as if she hung the moon in the sky.

That got the attention of the Robin and Nancy from the Upside Down. “Are you two even together yet, or do you need a minute to process? We don’t have a lot of time,” Robin Two said, incredibly practical and competent. Both Nancys’ eyes widened in silent appreciation.

When Robin Two’s words registered, Robin and Nancy finally untangled themselves from one another, blushing and mumbling apologies while Robin Two rolled her eyes impatiently and Nancy Two cooed at them. 

“Okay, hold on a minute,” Nancy said and stopped to clear her throat because a version of herself was staring at her with the wide-eyed look that she was used to seeing in Robin, while a different version of Robin was staring at her with the determined stare that she was more used to seeing in the mirror. They were both wearing identical clothes to what she and Robin wore during their last trip to the Upside Down. “Are you… alternate versions of us from the Upside Down?”

“The Upside Down!” Robin Two exclaimed and snapped her fingers, turning to Nancy Two proudly. “So that’s what they call it. Of course!”

“Robin, do you see it?” the real Nancy said at the exact same time, turning to her Robin with a spark in her eyes and snapping her fingers as she said, “The Upside Down made an exact copy of Hawkins. It also made copies of us. Of course!”

“Oh, this is so trippy,” Nancy Two laughed breathlessly and patted the beret on top of her head.

“I know right!” the real Robin agreed. “Like, holy shit, it’s uncanny. Like, you guys are identical to us? But like… weird, and off-putting? In a good way! Like, as good as the Upside down can be, I guess? I, uh, I don’t mean that, like, as in insult or anything, I’m sure you guys are awesome, not that I’m saying I’m awesome but one of you looks like Nancy and the other one acts like Nancy, so, I’m super confused but not exactly complaining, I guess?”

“Robin,” Nancy interrupted her carefully and with an enamored smile on her face.

“Nance,” Robin Two said at the exact same time. Then she realized what she had said and the way everyone looked at her. “Sorry. I- I’m just used to- Nevermind. We have to go, okay?”

Robin Two took Nancy Two’s hand and confidently led the two of them out of the trailer, leaving behind two very confused and infinitely intrigued Robin and Nancy.

#just so you know the plan is to make even more alternate dimensions with even more Robins and Nancys but we dont have time for that atm lol #they're from the upside down so they have each other's personalities and they're dating <3 #ronance #ronancetober #stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #st #stranger things fanfiction #ronance fanfiction #my fic