#like by dinner of the day they enter the city every single person is like 'did you hear that corlath is probably gonna marry her'

[yanderestarangel]

BOSS MIGUEL O'HARA x HOUSEKEEPER FTM! READER

smut confectionery event ┆ CUPCAKES ┆possessive sex, overstimulation , breed!kink, dub con. ˖⁺ ⊹୨ "hard!dom boss + sub!housekeeper." ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ── SMUT

˖⁺ ⊹୨ 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓭𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝔀. 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 ୧⊹ ⁺˖

𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮<3

TW: ftm reader, possessive sex, jealousy, dark decencies, v!sex, vulnerable!kink, cunnilingus, fingering creampie, power play, afab anatomy, porn plot, breed!kink, bite.

You have received an offer to work in the home of the most powerful Spider-Man in the multiverse, Miguel O'Hara in Nueva York 2099. Being Miguel's domestic servant was calm and subtle ── you had complete freedom to be at his house all day, and there were few things to take care of, just cleaning the floor, making food and leaving everything organized and dust-free.

He had some technological gadgets thrown on the floor in some places, but you didn't even touch them, orders from the man himself, even Layla, his assistant A.I. would talk to you to check your work or if you needed something... He was a boss attentive and worried, even too much. But you never thought that you would now be hunched over the dinner table wearing only the apron with nothing underneath that he told you to wear while he held your neck tightly, his eyes were feral and you could see venom dripping from his canines.

The reason for his fury? You were seen with a man from the city and what's worse, you flirted with him back ─ you never thought it was a big problem, after all, you were single and young but for Miguel you had a serious problem... You were from him.

The truth was that the futuristic Spider-Man had hired you because you could be his perfect future husband, beautiful, helpful, you took care of him and did everything he told you to do; He is was always a cold and calculating man in everything but mental insanity was increasingly present in his head after losing his family from another reality, you were his chance to be happy again with someone even if you weren't even aware of what he worked for in months.

Coming back to reality, you saw Miguel smile sadistically as he watched your breasts bounce out of the containment of the thin fabric of the lacy apron ─ he saw the way you were flushed, how your nipples were hard and your pussy was gradually lubricating itself. every time you inhaled his perfume, they were mixed with the pheromones that released from his skin because of the change in his blood.

"Did you really think you were going to flirt with someone and I wouldn't know? Are you that stupid, guapo? Don't you understand your place yet? So maybe I should teach you your role in this house and in my life." Miguel growled between clenched teeth, as he pushed you onto the table again - this time he placed you with his hips raised, giving access to your ass and pussy, he looked at the holes in your body while smiling sadistically, kneeling with his face close for your pussy.

You shivered just at the proximity of his face to your cunt, you felt O'Hara's hot breath on your skin as his hot tongue entered your hole without warning ─ it had been so long since you had sex, just with your own fingers or rub yourself against your pillow before going to sleep.

"Are you so needy? I barely touched you." Miguel taunted as he dipped two thick fingers inside your wetness, easily hitting your sweet spot as he watched you squirm with his every touch ─ the junction of fingers and tongue working together, the stress of the day seemed to vanish, replaced by pure pleasure.

Playing with you and treating you like his personal toy made him feel in control and extremely good. But the jealousy was still there, he needed more, he needed to prove that you are his boy.

"You always know how to turn me on, boy. You're so fucking beautiful." He whispered against your sensitive skin making you moan his name, perhaps a request for him to stop or continue ── regardless of what it was, he didn't care, all the blood that helped him think rationally pumped his cock.

Miguel soon removed his mouth from you, leaving a string of saliva momentarily connecting you both; his eyes glowed red, full of hunger for your flesh.

No additional warning you felt his thick hot girth enter you at once making you arch your back and try to accommodate his raw size and rhythm in your core.

"That's it, boy. Take it." Miguel's eyes were focused on his cock, seeing it slide into you smoothly. He couldn't help but groan, his hands gripping your hips tightly ─ He felt powerful, like he was in control of everything.

"Cum for me, boy. Let me feel that pretty pussy squeeze my dick while I breed you, Oh─ You will be my perfect husband, and we will have several children... You and me."

You couldn't think straight, the pain of pleasure mixed with each rough thrust he gave you making you moan like a slut in heat. The feeling of being breed by him sent sensations in your brain making you roll your eyes and salivate begging him to do that, fill you up and make you his soon ─ The words came out like sobs from your lips without shame or modesty, while at the base of his cock was a beautiful halo of semen as he held your body tightly babbling about how you It belonged to him, biting your shoulders until it marked your delicate skin.

"You are mine, you are mine, you are mine, you are mine, you are mine, you are mine, YOU'RE FUCKING MINE!" ─

Miguel cum hard inside you, holding you and watching your body shake every time you enjoyed the intense orgasm that he had given you, he soon pulls your hair forcing you to look at him.

"My dinner isn't over yet, right? I still have my dessert left."

𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂'𝓻𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓮....𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼

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[fauustic]

loved your bubble bath fic! can i make a request about miguel and reader who’s always doing favors for him (ex: bringing him lunch, patching him up after a rough night of fighting crime, checking up on him) and he tries to figure out why they’re doing this bc he thinks he’s a freak bc of his powers, until reader just confesses their undying love for him?

i hope i did this one justice! thank you for the request, anon!!

gender-nonconforming reader x miguel “spider-man 2099″ o’hara

angst, comfort. miguel, unable to accept his changed self, runs into you.

warnings: newly genetically altered miguel, intense insecurity and self-consciousness on his end. use of "freak" as self-depreciation. spanish may be iffy, not the best so i had little help with a translator :)

word count: 4291

Miguel liked the apartment he found himself in, low-key and hidden away from most of the hustle and bustle of the city. The complex was barely busy, except the few residential college students just looking for a place with cheap rent and the couple drunk office-workers who drag themselves to their apartment late every-night.

Having his senses genetically evolved, he couldn’t exactly fight himself when it came to being observant. Miguel would accidentally eavesdrop on work conversation, learning rather disgusting secrets of his co-workers with a sneer before trying his best to cover his ears subtly. The rare moments he was walking along the street alone, he’d hear passing comments that would normally flatter him, but hearing it from hushed strangers made him feel a gross way. Like he was intruding beyond boundaries. Learning things he shouldn’t by accident made him feel like a social monster.

Miguel knew almost everything going on around him. So when he was able to pick up on the clink of keys jingling into the presumably-empty apartment right next to it, Miguel wasn't exactly curious about the new neighbor– if anything he was a bit irritated. Knowing he'd have to suffer through days due to your chores, or the clanging of pots around every dinner, it made him feel more of a freak. No one else had to deal with such problems, so the newfound issues arising ever since the incident of quite literally getting his genetics flipped upside down– it made his skin crawl and heart ache. 

He would continue to suffer in quiet, claws digging into his pillow in a fit of agitation. Miguel will continue trying to live his life, and as you will yours.

It took weeks to finally run into you, as he stepped out of his own apartment and you were entering yours. It was a complete fluke, as Miguel began growing accustomed to wearing earbuds and turning on an easy-listening playlist to try and drown out the noises that normally put him so on edge.

He was locking his apartment before finally noticing your figure standing in your own doorway, a smile on your lips so genuine he almost was stunned. A welcoming neighbor in the city of Nueva York? Completely unheard of, quite frankly, it may even be considered suspicious.

The moment Miguel slipped off one of the earbuds, your voice met his eardrums in a way he's never heard anyone before. Usually, Miguel would gain a migraine after conversation with others. He's not used to his powers yet, and as much as it made him feel as if he was just some animal, the case didn't arise with you.

Smiling with sincerity, you held out your hand for him to take in a greeting. "Hi! I was wondering if I moved next to someplace haunted.." It was obviously a joke, yet when Miguel hadn't reacted you felt the need to explain in a much more awkward tone. "I suppose I just would hear some rummaging over on your side, but not a single person ever stepped foot out until now! Thought I was just hearing things." You giggled, rubbing the back of your neck while your other still hung with anticipation.

Miguel felt a subtle smile sneak itself onto his own features, before firmly shaking your hand back. "Ah, I hope you've been settling in well. Welcome to Nueva City, it's a pleasure to meet you." He wasn't necessarily trying to be awkward, it's just he technically does work all day, goes home, and then proceeds to pummel the absolute shit out of criminals corrupting the city. Miguel has lost a touch of charisma when it comes to new people, his usual way of conservating was from whoever was on the opposing side of his fists. A silence loomed over the two of you before you perked up, giving him a "hold on, there's something I have for you," before disappearing within your apartment. 

Confusion etching his consciousness, Miguel shifted on his feet. "What?" He huffed out. Guilt seeped into his thoughts, why are you the one giving a gift? Shouldn't he be the one to bring a house-warming present?

Miguel shook his head, easily brushing off your antics with an excuse of you "being nice, wanting a friend close by." He practically chuckled at the idea, Miguel wasn't the type to befriend off a whim, as much as he hated it he knew he was played a tough facade for those around him. It was difficult to break that barrier as he didn't trust others well, let alone allow an opportunity to accidentally reveal his monstrous features to a civilian.

His doubts were interrupted with a light giggle from that melodious voice of your's, a nervous bounce in your step as you held out tupperware for him. It was nothing too big, only enough for a meal, but the warmth in his hands rendered him shell-shocked. Growing flustered, he opened his mouth to ask what this was before you quickly answered before the words tumbled off his lips. 

"It's nothing special, I was just making some good ol' chicken alfredo pasta last night and had some leftover." You explained with a flurry of nervous hand gestures, catching Miguel's gaze. He found himself studying you excessively, the idea of eating a home-cooked meal for the first time that week had his mouth watering. "Since we never catch each other, I thought your schedule may not allow you to have a good meal every once and a while." Miguel couldn't deny that the idea made his chest bloom with a painful tenderness despite just thinking how he wouldn't cave easily for you. 

He didn't deserve this normalcy from you. He didn't deserve this meal from someone like you, sweet and caring and human. As much as a voice whispered to him to open up, to accept this because he needed such kindness– Miguel shut his brain off as he met your own stare. 

You were messing with a bracelet on your wrist with a downturned frown and a nervous glint in your eyes due to his abrupt silence. He perked up once realizing the anxiety was because of him, because of his reaction.

"This is.. very nice of you." Miguel confessed stiffly, unsure how to exactly react because he's not used to gifts. "Thank you..?" 

You blurted your name out clumsily as he trailed off, and Miguel just couldn't contain the chuckle that escaped his lips. It was nothing like the chuckle before, he felt happiness explode through his chest at the simple sight of you joining him. 

"Thank you," Repeating your name, he caught the wobble of your smile when it purred off his tongue. His words were more genuine as the tension from before loosened. Miguel's gaze dropped from his next lunch to your hands, in which he couldn't help but squeeze them both in a reassuring manner. It may have been difficult with the tupperware sandwiched between his arm and hip, but he was determined to express his gratitude in a friendly manner. He knew he was acting a bit weird, but he truly was trying to hold it together. 

"Miguel, Miguel O'hara." He finally introduced himself, almost wanting to slap his cheek over stupidly waiting so long to do so. But you just giggled, and the squeeze he felt on both his hands washed away any thoughts his insecurities infected him with. "So nice to meet you, Miguel." What an angel, un ser celestial he couldn't help the thought.

Your phone erupted through the comfortable silence that enveloped over the two of you, and with an apologetic glance you signalled you had to go. Before finally picking up your phone, you quickly sputtered out "have a good day at work!"

For the first time since his incident, he felt normal. The lighthearted conversation, the look of joy directed towards him in contrast to the usual fear. It fueled something inside him, a yearning for more.

Miguel, for the first time in so many years, looked forward to a day in the lab because of some chicken alfredo pasta. It was stupid, he knew that.

But as his tongue met the noodles later that shift, which were seasoned just right, accompanied with a tender, grilled slab of chicken– Miguel almost fell out on the floor of his lab. He had never missed home-cooked dishes more than now after finally getting a taste of your recipe. 

Stabbing another forkful, he wondered why you didn't just keep the rest of it for yourself.

A full week passed until a light knock and ring to his doorbell met the dimly lit room.

He couldn't withstand bright lights, especially the overhead light of his apartment. Miguel's eyesight still was trying to get used to the sharpness, the ability to track a motion muscle by muscle. It was a blessing, being able to to spearhead figures in the dark– but lights enraged migraines he couldn't shake off for days. 

Wincing as he dodged his suit lamely bundled on the floor of his apartment, Miguel couldn't help but hiss when his nose scrunched the wrong way. The stench of blood flooded his senses, the black eye forming tingling with pain. He was exhausted, and ready to tell off whoever decided to ring him this late into the hour.

What he didn't expect to see was you, standing in the doorway with a sleepiness to your expression as your pajamas hung loosely to your form. In your hands, this time, was a tray of cookies that looked as if they just left the oven. "Hey there, neighbor," you giggled with a tired haze in your tone, shifting your attention from your slippers to his own eyes. 

Yet, after a few seconds of your eyes adjusting to the darkness, you were able to make his injuries out with a surprised gasp. The silly greeting was forgotten as quickly as it came, you demanded answers as the light from your own apartment seeped into his. Miguel's shock at seeing you up this late easily allowed you to push past him, laying the cookies down on the nearest counter you found. 

"Miguel, what is wrong with your face?" You whispered with sadness, your grasp finding purchase on his cheeks. He couldn't bear this proximity with you, so he quickly pushed the advancement aside before trying to conjure up any excuse he could make.

"I had– a–" He sighed a huff of frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose in habit. But the gesture was quickly ruined with his own whine of pain, something he didn't want you to hear at all. "I had a fight at work, okay?" Miguel hisses through fangs, yet they didn't catch your attention due to the chaos of suddenly finding "Well-Kept, Awkward Chemist Guy" with a bloodied nose and a bruising eye. "I didn't expect it, ya know? El científico loco. Took a few swigs of a sample and that went wrong. Was caught in the crossfire."

He hadn't realized you had wandered off, rampaging through his bathroom for medical supplies until you came back with the items in hand. "Go on, sit down." You ordered, and with confusion etched all over his face, Miguel couldn't allow himself to disobey.

The apartment, dark with the exception of a few neon lights peeking through the big windows every now-and-then, stayed silent except for the few "be quiets" in response to Miguel's hisses and muffled groans. He hated being so vulnerable in front of someone he knew so little of, which led him to bring out the question that's been on the tip of his tongue this entire time. He shuffled nervously in his seat that you led him to minutes ago as you stood in between his legs with a focused expression resting on your features.

But you beat it to him first. As your hands skillfully bandaged wounds littering his skin, one one his shoulder and a few other on his back, your solemn tone broke through Miguel's guilt like a talon against prey.

"I know that story you made up was utter bullshit,"

"What-"

"No, you listen to me O'Hara." You tutted, as stern as he's ever heard you. "I'm not asking for excuses, or an entire story that's a lie. I asked what happened because I was worried, I'm not mad." 

Miguel's breathing hitched, looking at his nails that briefly unsheathed into claws before he was able to control his panicked shame. "Why?" He couldn't help but mumble, "why are you worried? You have no right to be, no somos nada el uno para el otro. Nothing is between us, you should have left the moment you saw." Miguel avoided your eyes that peered into his soul like you knew his secret, could read him inside out. Tears he didn't know he could produce clouded his vision, deeply moved from the drop of kindness you've granted him. 

You sighed, heavy and lingering. Words were left unspoken as he was drawn into a hug by your arms, in which he greedily returned with his own hold.

Miguel fought within himself constantly, the idea of being accepted for his differences was completely foreign to him. But here you were, denying every thought he's ever had about himself. And you didn't even, truly know him. 

"Don't cry," You murmured into his curls as you pet the back of his head before returning to applying a new, medicated bandaid on his nose. Swiping away tears as you brushed away dried blood, Miguel would choke out a "I don't deserve this, I don't," before being promptly cut off with a flurry of reassurance.

By the end of the night, Miguel allowed himself to be led to his bed by you, exhaustion evident within his walk as you had to help keep him steady.

It was nauseating, seeing Miguel in such a broken state. It made you wonder if he sat in his apartment, wallowing in his own mind. You had no idea what he was going through, but you were determined to keep him grounded.

That night, as Miguel was tucked into bed by you like a sick child, you vowed to try to be there more for the man you developed a genuine attraction to over the weeks of small chit chat.

The little shame he held close to his heart washed away with ease as throughout the upcoming weeks, your visits would become more frequent, showering him in little trinkets you'd pass by in the city that "reminded you of him" and homemade goodies. 

Miguel just couldn't bring himself to understand why you put in such an effort to include him in your routine, to keep him, a man in pieces that just coincidentally was your neighbor, in your life.

As many times as you halted his vague little ramblings of "I do not deserve this, I truly don't, pequeño panadero," he had this mentality rammed within his brain that he just couldn't shake. Something that made no sense because he just couldn't open up to you.

After a bad run-in with a lowly villain, Miguel groaned every time his form landed on another building to climb. His features threatened to frown at his awareness, the absurdity of it all. Here he was, digging talons into metal beams to scale skyscrapers with another set of nasty scratches and bloodied knuckles. What the fuck? Tonterías. 

Miguel was having such difficulty coming to terms with his new lifestyle as he pushed himself to continue without a break, the only bits and pieces of clarity was with you. 

Everytime you two met, you always had some sort of sweet or delicious tray of food that could might as well be a contestant for a national baking competition. He would tell himself not to eat it, it would be dumb to open that door of craving more, but Miguel always caved as the scent of freshness wafted throughout his apartment in the hours he was alone.

He fell in love with every sugary cookie you conjured with care, and every noodle dish that slowly shifted to recipes he's never heard of.

Why were you doing such things? Miguel would ask himself with a palm dragging over his face, earbuds softly echoing that playlist he can't seem to escape. He was a monster, a tailored man overcome by science. He hated who he became against his will, drowning out such vile insecurities with the nights of being Spiderman 2099. 

Muttering under his breath, he swung through the balcony of his apartment with a soft thud, ripping the mask off his face with a relieved sigh. 

Miguel felt so disconnected to himself, when he heard a muffled "Miggy..?" reach his ears his blood ran cold and every one of his senses was on fire. He froze, looking around at the home he found himself in– a bit cosier than his one and filled with the most enticing scents. He saw white for just a moment, his legs dead with anxiety as your voice– less groggy and more aware now– continued to try and catch his attention.

This was not his bedroom, which was empty for the most part except essentials, this was your bedroom. And the realization smashing his brain, rattled him to an extent that he felt a whole new kind of fear. Nothing he's ever experienced out in the city, under the guise that he was simply just a superhero. No one truly knew he was a genetically engineered monster, and yet he was so mindless that the truth is now revealed to the one person who put up with him.

Your light graze met his suited shoulder, leading him to sit down on the edge of your bed in his daze. You were silent, he knew that much despite feeling as if he was drowning underwater.

You went to work on patching up the blemishes upon his jaw, most likely a right hook he couldn't dodge in time causing the damage. His attention was in a whole different dimension, but as your free hand led his chin up to your own eyes, an expression you've never seen from his cold exterior crushed every piece of your soul. Miguel was in pain, both physically and mentally.

His eye, which was just finally healing from the other night, twitched ever so slightly as if tears threatened to fall. You never knew he would be so emotional, but obviously there was more to him that meets the eye.

"Why are you doing this, ángel?" He mumbled, scarlet gaze piercing your own. They were hazy, as if he was struggling to stay in the present. He was too caught up in his own mind he began rambling little by little, venom dripping from his tongue when referencing himself. "Soy el diablo reencarnado, I'm a disgusting animal." He spat with tears falling, your gentle fingertips working on both dabbing ointment and his tears away without a word. When the atmosphere was only silence, he couldn't help but express more of what he was thinking.

"I am not what you think I am." He choked down a gasp of air, his hold digging into your sides in desperation. "I don't deserve this kindness, I'm vile. A freak," Tone rough and full of self-depreciation, he kept his head fixated towards you standing between his legs. "All these gifts, delicacies that you've flooded my home with– you've given them away to an absolute freak. Una bestia repugnante. You carded your fingers through his tousled, dampened with sweat curls with a soft smile which almost sent Miguel downward into another spiral of doubt if you hadn't begun talking.

As he subconsciously leaned into your loving pets upon his scalp and fluttering eyes, you couldn't help but utter a nervous laugh with a twisted feeling in your gut.

"Miguel, you stupid, stupid man." You couldn't help but coo, as his eyes peeled open in an instant. But you continued before he could sputter more nonsense.

"I–" You squeezed your eyes shut as nervousness almost halted your advancements, but you pushed through as Miguel's grasp around your hips tightened in his own anticipation. "I've never viewed you as someone disgusting."

"Because you've never been exposed to the truth–"

"Because I just see a man who needs help. A space to feel safe." You sighed, leaning down to his level as your hands trailed from his curls to his cheeks. You held onto his skin with a firm, but loving touch that he practically melted into. A sob erupted through his throat, followed with a purr of comfort.

"You don't think I'm asqueroso? ¿Un error de un hombre?" He murmured, desperation in his voice. Pleading for your validation as if he's waited all his life for this.

You sighed for the millionth time that night, trying to relieve yourself of stress. Before you could stop yourself, Miguel was pulled into your embrace, his head meeting your chest. He snuggled closer, his arms wrapping around your waist without a second thought. Nails tracing shapes through your thin shirt, he breathed in deeply. He basked in the comfort of your smell, choking up at the acceptance he's finally been craving.

Miguel's grown quite attached to you throughout the weeks of your favors as much as he tried to deny the advancements in secret. His head buzzed with the idea of you when his thoughts grew too overwhelming in the dead of night, wishing to hear the melody of your voice that is his only medicine to calm down. 

The next words that tumbled from your exasperated lips shocked the both of you.

"I love you." 

He almost broke his neck trying to meet your gaze. "¿Qué estás diciendo?" He laughed stiffly, not believing his ears.

You repeat yourself, force beneath your words to try and drill it into his head. "Miguel, I know this is cliche and stupid and unbelievable–"

You breathed in and out, trying to steady yourself to remain level-headed. You wouldn't know what to do if the man you've pined for rejected you.

"I give you my favorite cookies because I keep you in my mind while making them, wishing you were right next to me while I bake." You confessed, cheeks growing hot at finally saying the thought aloud. 

"I don't give you lunch everyday because I have some leftover. I do it because I'm worried you're not taking care of yourself enough." You began wiping away his tears as your confessions filled the night air, words he never expected to hear because of who he came to be.

"I do all these things because I'm," You leaned in, bringing your voice to a whisper in fear of getting rejected. "I'm in love with all of you, whether it be the little rambles you find yourself in or the fangs you try to hide from other's eyes. You have consumed my every thought, the favors I did because I was worried turned into favors I wanted to do because of the way your lips quirked up as you held onto the gifts like a lifeline." 

Miguel laughed, a real airy laugh that squeezed through his teeth like it pained him. The warmth of his breath fanned your lips as you held his face, and as his tearful gaze darted to your mouth and back to your eyes, you knew exactly what left his tongue next.

"Please.. please can I kiss you, cariño?" It was like a ticking time bomb.

You couldn't even cry out, "yes, please– anything–" before his lips were on yours, heated and sloppy as if he's been thinking about this for weeks. His fingers slipped under your shirt, to knead into the flesh of your sides, dangerously close to the mounds of flesh he rested upon before. 

You couldn't help but moan into his mouth, which he eagerly swallowed before wincing as a shock of pain shot through his jaw.

You immediately separated from his lips, a string of saliva left in its wake. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you strain yourself–" you began to apologize, before he snatched your face up with frantic carefulness and stole another needy kiss. 

This time, the pace was slower, less wild and more sensual. He panted into your mouth, licking into it before finally separating on his own terms before dragging his fangs down your lower lip. 

Miguel sighed, forehead resting upon yours as the both of you tried to catch your breath. "Gracias mi ángel. Thank you for showing me, for showing me what I needed."

You nodded, eyes fluttering close in newfound sleepiness. "Stay the night, please." You couldn't help but ask, and Miguel took the offer the moment it escaped your thoughts.

"Let me go get a change of clothes–" He gestured at the suit he was still wearing, "and I'll be back before you know it, cariño." 

Laughing and giving him one last peck, you sent him off on his way. "If you don't come back, you're going to be missing out on some homemade pancakes in the morning." You teased, pride swelling when you caught his soft flustered chuckle.

"I would never miss such an offer for the world." Was the last thing Miguel purred before tugging his mask on in one swoop and jumping from your balcony. 

The last thing you remember as sleep began to take over was the divet next to you in the bundle of blankets and sheets; a pair of marred arms pulling you into a warm chest. Breath fanning your ear, Miguel's own sleepy whisper lulled you to sleep.

"I love you more." He murmured, "absolutely adore you cariño."

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[staytinyville]

OUTLAW (18)

ATEEZ poly!ot8 x Reader

Cowboy AU / Wild West

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Warning: none.

A/N BETA READ (@mariana-mmtz). Just know I am reading every single one of your comments and reblogs. And I love them so much. Just to let you know. I might add a special shoutout for all of you who made my day with your comments lol.

As the evening was starting to turn dark, the boys had gone back into their roles of being with one another. You could see how at ease they all felt now that they were all together. The four boys who were staying in the city had always been a bit tense. They were worried about their comrades and thus it created a stale environment full of depression. It was clear they fed off each other’s energies. They needed every single one of them in order to be content. 

While they knew they were all together, you had noticed one person missing during dinner. The boys didn’t seem to care enough, at least not until they had all finished and Wooyoung noticed how many plates there were to wash. 

The boy was mad, stomping around as he made a bowl for the captain. He was about to scold the man until you spoke up, telling him you would take the meal. The boy grumbled to himself, shoving the food into your hands as he went back to cleaning.

There wasn’t anywhere you could knock so you had just called out that you were going to enter the tent. When you got a response, you moved the tarp to the side and passed through. You knew he wasn’t doing anything, seeing as it was just the main tent where they would gather for meetings. 

“I brought you a bowl of soup.” You gestured to the plate. “Wooyoung got mad that you didn't come out.”

Hongjoong had been looking over some papers at a desk, glancing up at you. “He'll live.” He hummed. When you set the plate down in front of him, he gave a nod of his head and moved to begin eating. “Thank you.” 

You tried not to be nosey and look over the papers he had, so you opted to look around the table, trying to find other things to occupy yourself with. Hongjoong placed the spoon down into the bowl as he kept his eyes on you.

You look awkward to be standing there next to him. He wondered why it was you hadn’t just walked out after giving him the food; however, he figured you wanted something if you were the one to do the delivery. He decided to make things less suffocating by being the one to start a conversation.

“Are you okay?” His question caught you off guard, looking at him with wide eyes. 

You licked your lips as you thought about his question. “At this moment or in the past two weeks?” You asked, looking down. 

Sighing, you felt like you knew exactly what it was you wanted to say. You looked up at Hongjoong, meeting his eyes. “I'm relieved.” You breathed out. “That you are all okay and safe for the most part. I wanted to come find you all right away, but the boys told me I had to wait. Time went painstakingly slow. It felt like torture to not know how you all were.”

Hongjoong turned to give you his full attention, one leg lifted over the other as he got comfortable in the chair. “I'm sure you weren't the only one worried.” He told you.

“So you all have said.” You laughed softly. “Thank you.” You suddenly spoke up, looking at him with kind eyes. 

“For what?” He frowned, eyebrows pinched together. 

“Keeping the others safe.” You smiled. “I know you don't like me much, but I appreciate you.” Hongjoong looked at you like you had grown an extra head.

He had given you no reason to like him. No reason to really even think about him. He hadn’t really spoken to you much, but somehow you appreciate him? He knew that you were different from what the others had said, however now he was just a bit skeptical. 

“In fact, after all this time, I think you're an inspiration. What you've done with the boys—how you've kept them together for so long. They speak highly of you.”

Hongjoong hummed as your feelings now made sense. A small smile grew on his face as he thought about his friends. He didn’t realize how much his leadership affected them so much. He knew they spoke about him, they always spoke about each other. But to have them speak about him in such a way that made people see him as an inspiration had him wanting to cry. 

After so long, he knew they were much closer than a lot of other gangs. He was glad to have reached that kind of level of friendship. He had tried so hard to keep them all together, it seemed like that paid off. They trusted him so much and he didn’t want to lose it. 

Looking over at you, he knew that they were starting to care deeply for you. If he was to ask them to leave you he knew they would, but at the cost of some of their own happiness. He had never seen the boys become so enamored with someone so quickly. Now that he was actually having a conversation with you, he could see why they would be.

“I can't remember a time when we made friends that lasted a long while.” He expressed. “They come and go after finding out what we do. I've tried my best at keeping them together, but sometimes I fail to do that.” He let out a deep sigh, pursing his lips as he had just expressed an insecurity he had. 

Your lips slowly pulled up into a smile at his confession. You were excited to get something from him after never speaking more than two words to him. “Everyone has their differences. Even all of you. I'm sure it is tough to do what you do.” You comforted him. 

Hongjoong pursed his lips. His jaw clenched as his face suddenly looked at you appalled. Here you were speaking your mind and somehow he confessed something he held deeply to you. It bothered him to know you were able to do that with him. He had hidden so much from others, even his closest friends, but all you had to do was tell him that you understood him and he opened his mouth. 

“Why are you like that?” He glared.

“Like what?” You didn’t seem affected by his glare, though you did raise a brow at his change in attitude. 

“Like you know what to say to get people on your side.” He clenched his fist. “What more do you want? You already have the others worried. Why speak to me like you understand me? Don't you know? We've killed men. We are criminals. Why associate yourself with people like that?” He stressed. 

“I never said I did.” You immediately retorted, face turning stoic. However, he watched as you licked your lips and suddenly looked down. 

“When Mingi saved me, I thought it was going to end for me. I had jumped to save that girl but at the cost of my own life.” You had an expression of thoughtfulness as you recalled that day to him. He listened intently to you, knowing that something like that wasn’t a nice experience to relive. 

“It made me realize all the regrets I had in life. Instead of feeling scared, I felt so angry with myself for not noticing sooner the life I led wasn't one I would have wanted. I had a mental breakdown after Mingi turned up, but these past few weeks made me realize that the day I found you all was the day I started to see the kind of person I wanted to be.”

“Sure, at first I thought you were all criminals and scumbags, but after getting to know you all things changed. In the eyes of the public, you are criminals and outlaws. But to me, you're the people who saved me and opened my eyes. That's worth more to me than anything.”

He didn’t know your story, just as you didn’t know his. There was a lot that you were in the dark about and Hongjoong wondered why it was that you didn’t ask about it. The boys had explained that you were a very understanding person who trusted her intuition about people. Any sane person would try their hardest to stay away from people like them, but here you were staying with them in their camp.

There would come a day when the boys would want to grow up and find their own ways, but for now Hongjoong wanted to keep them together for as long as possible. If that meant keeping you at arms length, then he was willing to put his group on the line. At least the line that would lead them to you.

“You shouldn't be reckless.” Hongjoong told you. “We won't always be there to save you.”

Your lips pulled over your teeth as you grinned at the man. “Says the outlaw.” You chuckled. You got up to leave the tent, turning back to look at the man. “Besides now we're even from when I didn't tell anyone you were in town all those weeks ago.” You teased.

“You're a menace.” Hongjoong scoffed, rolling his eyes playfully. “You'll fit right in.” He took a sip of the soup to hide the fact that he had just acknowledged you as part of the group.

A soft look cast over your features as you smiled softly. “Thanks, Captain.”

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[ramcharantitties]

Yes, Officer

Part-1

S/n: I'm sorry for this week old fic but here's the first part. I didn't know if this was good enough to post but I didn't want to go ia, so. Hope you like it <3

Angel stared out the window, the falling autumn leaves setting hopelessness in her heart. Nothing would help these days, the growing anxiety taking over everything in her mind. She was too young to be this stressed, only in her 20's, yet the weight crushing her shoulders was leaving her crying at odd hours.

"My daughter must be the next to reign the empire of Delhi", her father's words never left her mind, engraved like hot iron on a child's skin. Delhi, the bustling city felt more developed in the last decade than ever. Angel wondered if Delhi was teasing her too, telling her she wasn't apt enough to rule a city. With the oncoming opportunities, came oncoming threats- both to Delhi and her throne.

No matter what she said, this decision was strictly taken by her parent's old advisor- who often acted like your guardian. Dada didn't pester, the stubborn man in his 60's, ready to stab everyone in sight ever since the incident. There were oppositions who believed you were not the correct choice for the throne- but your father knew better. To burden young shoulders for the people than to wait for a messiah, if he comes. She laid back on the chair, sighing. They must be here anytime.

When Angel's dinner was poisoned two days back, her first thought was what her parents must think when she finally died. Would they be proud, or still love her as their daughter, or they wouldn't care, that she was a disappointment? Eventually a servant was passing by, at such ungodly hour, that saved Angel. She was rewarded with a prize money worth 500 Rs. Ever since, Dada made a decision that a trained police officer, from the Indian Imperial Army must serve as your personal bodyguard for the next three months, until the next ruler of Delhi is decided. Angel made protests, proposed questions, and shared information against the decision but everything was futile. She finally slumped down, agreeing.

A whole human, trained, with potential- just to protect you? It seemed insensible. That man could probably save crowds of innocent people, or punish troops of criminal but he would just stand here, making sure if she had enough water or not. Angel held her head in her hands. She was happy in the back of her mind.

Ever since the parental figures disappeared, Angel only faced manipulation and mistrust in her life. It felt like a sin to make friends, to drink freely or enter crowds. And now that the election days are coming closer, she felt trapped in herself. Every single movement was noticed, and most likely followed. A bodyguard didn't sound half bad.

Angel could hear the frequent words of Dada down the hall, followed by another pair of steps. She stood up, quickly, smoothing out her dress. A firm knock on her door echoed. "Angel?" Dada called out, impatiently waiting. She opened the door of the room, moving away to let the guest enter. A man in his brown uniform entered, almost three inches taller than her when she was in heels. He smelt good. Angel stood behind them as Dada explained everything to him. From the back of his head, he looked strong and firm. Angel cocked an eyebrow. After all, why would a trained police officer agree to a job like this?

"Angel?" Dada called out again, his hand reaching where she stood. Angel pranced forward, to face them. If this was her bodyguard, she was in a trouble. His chest buffed out, his eyesight peeking over her. Handlebar moustache and long eyelashes. His upper lip was hidden by the hair, his beard clean shaved. Angel gulped, leaning on the table. She did not expect him to have such an effect on her. Angel, busy staring at the man, missed most of the details Dada dictated to him. She leant closer to him. "A. Ramaraju" she muttered to herself, before going back in her position so they wouldn't notice. Well, nothing misses from his eyes. Her eyes, finally turned to the elder guardian.

"This gentleman is your bodyguard. He's a strict police officer and he will be checking everything, from what you eat and drink, where you go, everything. Once the elections are over, you will have a team of bodyguards anyways. But he should be enough for now". Soon, Dada left, and the police officer made himself comfortable in front of her table.

"I don't expect you to be so formal with me" Angel looked at him up and down. "I am solely here for my job, ma'am" Ramaraju's voice had a dusky yet chocolaty tone. It was heavy, but not harsh. "Please introduce yourself" Angel sat her hip on the edge of the table. "Alluri Ramaraju, police officer in India-" "I know that" Angel interrupted the man. His gaze still hasn't lowered down to her, but he could see the diary in her hands. "You have, single handedly, caught a wanted person in a riot with almost the population of a town. And you injured many others. And this is the only most recent news of you, I can skip through various others" Angel peered up at him. "Are you going to tell me why you are really here?" "It has nothing to do with this job" Ramaraju's posture didn't budge. The stoic man, still as a statue.

Angel sighed, getting up. "I don't need a bodyguard" she stepped forward, taking a closer look at him. He smelt really, good. "You must talk to the-" "I don't need to talk to anyone" Angel said, trying to match his eye level. He wouldn't. "You're going to submit a report tomorrow that says how you don't want this duty and want to be back in the field. Is that clear?" Ram didn't answer, neither move. He stared straight ahead, unbothered. Angel took that as an acceptance, might as well be a surprise. "You may leave now" Angel went back to her work, sitting on the table, as Ram turned around and marched out of the room. That was the last of him she saw that day.

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Tagging: @ramayantika @yehsahihai @vijayasena @raat-baaki @nerdreader @panikk-attackkk @jkdaddy01

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[that-struggling-writer-lh]

A Flower For Every Secret

WARNINGS FOR THIS WORK: No/Pre Outbreak. Minor language, suggestion of drinking, 18+ themes, no smut here but there will be eventually. Some fluff, Joel is not a grump here! No age gap specified, I guess use your imagination?

Word count: 1796

It started one week after I had settled into the small ranch-style house in a suburban neighborhood just outside of the Austin city limits. Summer was at its peak, the telltale signs all around. Children running and biking through the cul-de-sac, parents chasing and chastising children of all ages, the smell of fresh-cut grass and the smokiness of late-night bonfires lingered through the neighborhood. I wasn’t sure if I’d like it here, but in just two weeks, Austin had stolen my heart.

The rapid knocking at the door pulled me from my dinner preparations. With all of the windows open, letting the evening breeze let in the warm light of the sunset, I could hear the soft argument on the porch from the kitchen.

“Shut up, Dad, everyone likes brownies.”

“Maybe not her, feel bad, it’s dinner time, I don’t want to intrude.”

I smirked, recognizing the voices of Sarah and Joel Miller, my neighbors from across the street. Joel was a single father, who devoted his time and energy endlessly to Sarah and her friends. Unlike most of the parents in the neighborhood, Joel was often rompusing the streets with the children, kicking soccer balls, pitching baseballs, and leaving out coolers of fruit and water bottles for the kids to grab at their leisure. Carol, my neighbor to the right, had seen me grinning ear to ear at Joel riding a tricycle fit for a four year old the same day the movers were in and out of my house with boxes and boxes of things. She explained that Mr. Miller had so much time to spend with the children because his business was practically running itself after several years of success. Joel did mostly paperwork and HR things now whileTommy, his younger brother, handled on site management, and the rest typically fell into place aside from needing to be on site a few hours a week for touch ups and client issues.

Other than polite greetings and a short introduction, I knew nothing else of the eldest Miller brother.

Another rapid knock knock knock, “Sarah, honey, she’s probably not home.”

“She’s always home, Dad. Her car is right there.”

I abandoned my station at the cutting board and moved to the front of the house, opening the door and smiling at the family of two, “Howdy, Neighbor.” Joel greeted, running a hand through his curls slowly, “Sarah here was in the kitchen with one of her friends this afternoon and they decided this batch of goodies needed to find a home across the street.”

“Dad took one already.” Sarah interrupted, “There was supposed to be a dozen.”

Joel eyed me apologetically, “Quality control.”

I let a quiet laugh fall from my lips before turning my attention back to Sarah, “Well, one person certainly can’t eat all of these by herself. I’ve got enough dinner cooking for three people, if you guys want to join.” I offered, stepping aside and leaving room for the pair to enter my home.

“We shouldn’t.” Joel sucked in a breath.

“It smells good.” Sarah looked up to her father.

“Hate to let it all go to waste.” I shrugged, locking eyes with a reluctant Joel.

He hesitated for a moment longer before nodding to his daughter, “Alright, go ahead in, Sarah.”

They quickly made themselves at home, Sarah, with a nod of permission from me began flipping through television stations after she abandoned her brownie tray on the countertop, and Joel found a spot at the kitchen island opposite me while I finished chopping vegetables for a salad. “It’s just roasted chicken and potatoes with some salad. Hope that’s alright.” 

“Better than ordering a pizza tonight.” he smirked and watched as I sliced into a tomato.

“So, Mr. Miller.” I started,

“Joel.” he corrected quickly.

“Joel.” I nodded in confirmation, “How old is Sarah? I see you guys outside all hours of the day.” I smiled slightly at him.

He grinned, “She’s twelve, going on sixteen, I think.”

I chuckled softly, “I remember being twelve. Special age. She seems sweet from what I can tell.” I looked through the dining area to see Sarah sprawled on the sofa like she had been in my house dozens of times.

Joel followed my eyeline and clicked his tongue against his teeth, “Sarah Miller, God’s sake get your feet off of her sofa.”

“She’s fine.” I laughed, as I watched Sarah reluctantly settle back into her lying position on the sofa, “Houses are meant to be lived in.”

He softened considerably and let his gaze fall back to the cutting board as I chopped a head of lettuce into small pieces, “Sorry about her.”

“She’s a kid, Joel.”

He nodded in response before turning his attention back to me, “What do you do?”

“Front desk for the police department. Busy job, but luckily I got a normal 9-5, Monday to Friday.”

He nodded, pursing his lips carefully, “Real important stuff.”

I nodded back as I scraped the salad ingredients into a serving bowl as the oven timer went off, “I got it, don’t worry.” Joel jumped into action, grabbing the oven mitts from the counter and moving behind me to take the baking sheet out of the appliance.

“Oh, thank you, Joel.” I went to the dining table to set the serving bowl in the center before returning to the kitchen to grab a cup for Sarah, wine glasses for Joel and I. “Is white wine okay?” I went to turn back around to approach Joel and was met with a firm surface. I gasped in surprise as he grabbed my elbow to steady me.

“I’m so sorry.” he apologized, stepping back and dropping his hand.

“No, no. I wasn’t paying attention. Not used to having people in my kitchen.”

He huffed a laugh and rubbed at the back of his neck, “White wine is fine,” he answered my previous question before continuing with his thought, “I understand that, it’s usually just Tommy coming over and wrecking my house. Sarah is better than he is.”

“Your brother?” I asked, before realizing he never told me that bit of information, I quickly stammered to save myself, “Carol told me a bit about you.”

He let out a tentative laugh, “Yeah, Tommy’s my brother, and Carol is a busybody. You stay away from her.”

“She has all the good gossip, though.” I laughed as I grabbed three plates and the bottle of cheap wine that had been chilling in the fridge.

“She has all the gossip because she can’t mind her own business. I’m convinced that woman’s flower garden is a sham, she only keeps it to keep her ears and eyes on everyone.”

“A flower for every secret.” I giggled as Joel grabbed the plates from my right arm, and he started to set the table.

“A flower for every secret.” he repeated with a sly grin, not looking up as the plates settled on the wood surface with quiet tapping sounds.

I poured generous helpings of wine for Joel and I, and he called Sarah to the meal, preparing her plate for her before sitting down himself.

She hardly got a word in over dinner as Joel and I opened up to each other easily, only remarking how good the meal tasted.

It felt as if Joel and I had known each other longer than just the hour we spent eating and the passing remarks in our yards, we talked about neighborhood changes he’s noticed, his work, my work, Sarah’s school projects and sports events, and Tommy’s antics at neighborhood barbecues. It felt so natural, as if just catching up with an old friend. 

I grabbed ice cream from the freezer and brought the tray of brownies out for everybody to enjoy, which Sarah indulged in immediately.

“Your kid might have a future in baking.” I remarked with a raise of my eyebrows, “These came out really nice.”

“Thank you.” Sarah said with her mouth full of ice cream.

“She certainly didn’t get it from me.” Joel pointed at Sarah with his spoon before returning to his dessert.

Joel, of course, insisted on helping to wash the dishes after the meal finished, “I wanna thank you for letting us in like this. Definitely not expected of you or anything.”

“It’s nice to not have a silent house on a Thursday night.” I smiled down into the sudsy water, scrubbing gunk off of a plate.

“I owe you one.” he stopped drying a fork and turned his face to look at me.

I matched his stance, eyes finding his. Joel’s lips darted around my face, “You don’t owe me anything, Joel.” I stated, his brows furrowed slightly and he took the plate from my hand gently, running the clean, dry rag across the surface.

“I want to, though.” he sighed softly, “I’m grilling Saturday. Steaks, nothing fancy, but-”

“I’ll be there.” I cut him off, feeling heat rise to my cheeks.

“Seven okay?” he asked as I resumed my scrubbing, cleaning out a wine glass slower than necessary. Drawing this moment out.

“Seven’s perfect.” I handed him the glass by the stem and his hand brushed mine as it transferred from my hand to his.

I studied his face carefully, a hot, fluttering feeling spreading through my stomach as I realized our proximity. How I could smell his cologne, see the flecks of gold in his eyes, and I swear he must have seen something in my face, too. Because he leaned in ever so slightly.

“Hey, Dad? I forgot to mention it, but Anna's birthday sleepover was tomorrow, and I forgot to tell you we needed to get her a present.” Sarah’s voice sent him reeling back, spinning around to face his tired-eyed daughter.

“Shit.” he looked at his watch, “Sarah, it’s eight-thirty at night, Sugar.”

“I’m sorry.” she looked between Joel and I apologetically.

“No, no, no. I should pay attention to the calendar more I guess.” he sighed, running a hand through his curls and he let out a flustered breath, “I gotta-”

“Go.” I smiled ear to ear, “I get it, Joel.” 

“Thanks.” he stuffed his hands in his back pockets and looked carefully between Sarah and me for a moment, “Go get in the truck, if I have to go to the store you’re comin’ with me, Kid.”

She didn’t answer, but hurried out the front door, Joel trailing behind her, “Thanks for the brownies, Sarah!” I called after her, and she didn’t answer.

“Thank you for dinner.” Joel nodded from the open doorway before he retreated to the now-dark street.

“Any time. I mean it.” I wiped my soap-covered hands on the drying rag as he slipped out of the house.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal characters #tlou fanfiction #neighbor joel miller #neighbor!joel #joel tlou

[chairteeth]

So I did a lil bit of intro writing

For my upcoming contribution to the @magireco-minibang, I've decided to write a couple of introductions so to speak, in each main character's pov. I've been partnered with @karinmisono for this project and I for one am excessively excited about it aaaaa-

Anyway, the girls have grown different from their canon selves to some extent, given the changes in their formative years, but don't worry, being thrown into an eldritch horror gallery will bond anyone most people.

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Eighteen. The very day Nemu Hiiragi had turned eighteen, she’d stopped going to therapy. Her parents didn’t stop her—didn’t care enough to even find out. What had therapy ever done for her, besides bring to light how miserable her home life truly was?

Her father didn’t give her a break. She was barely listening to him when she walked into the kitchen. Something about a competition. Another competition. What was it going to be this time? Kendo? Karate? Taekwondo would at least be enjoyable.

“Oh, Nemu, there are leftovers in the fridge,” her mother called.

“Thank you, Mom, but I ate lunch before I left Yukuni.”

“I see…”

Before either of her parents could continue talking to her, Nemu left her bag on the counter and headed to her room, registering one last shout from her father to get ready for training. This was why she preferred to be anywhere but the house. She caught sight of her brother glaring at her from the door to his room and politely ignored it.

Once she’d finished counting the books in her room, as she did every time she entered it in hopes that her father wouldn’t have thrown away any of them, she eyed her laptop on her desk. Weekend mornings were the only time her father had been convinced to grant her for classes, prioritizing training his begrudging champion above her studies. She’d used up that day’s morning free time on returning to Kamihama all the way from Yukuni City.

“I suppose my assignments will be feasible to do tonight after dinner… which leaves me stranded here to sleep for the night. Not the worst fate, although unpleasant.”

She left her glasses on her dresser to put in her contacts, seeing as it was preferable to do it at home rather than the dojo. After a few blinks, a glance at her buzzing phone showed her a rare text from the only person she would hesitantly call a friend: Alina Gray. That could not possibly be good news.

“Cherry blossom viewing…? Alina would never suggest this. It must have been her girlfriend who proposed this. In Sankyo Ward as well… I do recall Akira mentioning that there’s a park with beautiful cherry blossoms nearby. While the prospect holds a certain appeal, I cannot extend my acceptance until I’ve formulated a suitable strategy to circumvent Dad’s potential objections.”

Strategizing would not be difficult… so long as she didn’t delude herself with any ideas of her unflinchingly strict father allowing her to skip even a single training session. Her instructors promoted discipline, however they had been willing to cover for her in the past. Once or twice. She hated having to request anything out of anyone.

“But… I would benefit from a small break. A break that does not involve depersonalization of the highest caliber.”

If her therapist had left her with anything, it would be the curse of self-awareness. All she’d wanted to do after leaving the hospital had been to bond with her family and indulge in her passions somewhere that wasn’t a sterile white environment reeking of medication.

Over her summer shirt, Nemu felt her fingertips glide around the contour of the scar beneath her breasts, and she hated the way it made her breath hitch. Breathing, breathing, breathing. Her enemy, it felt like. Or at least, for the longest time, it had been. She had not yet been able to go more than a few days without thinking back to the hospital. To the days of choking on her own mucus, when her limbs felt like lead and her useless, weak, defective lungs were filled with sandpaper, each cough rasping and tearing at her throat. The days of gasping for oxygen in a lonely room as if trying to suck air through a straw, tears streaming down her cheeks and her vision swimming. Those days when she’d both plead for and curse her parents, unable to hear herself above the high-pitched whistle that filled her ears, the constant reminder of the narrowed airways that choked her every breath. The red of her blood had looked beautiful when it stained her sheets—unproductive, the nurses had called it.

A bang on her door snapped her out of her thoughts.

“You’re gonna be late, grab your uniform and get your ass out the door!” her father yelled.

With a sigh, Nemu retrieved her folded up uniform and took her immunosuppressant pills dry. She’d heed her father’s command this once.

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Touka never thought she could hate the stars. It wasn’t that she hated them, exactly. Recent events had simply granted her a new perspective.

“Fire requires oxygen and fuel. Fire produces heat and light through a chemical reaction called combustion. Fire releases ash and other byproducts. Stars don’t need oxygen or fuel in the traditional sense. Stars generate light and heat through nuclear fusion, where atoms combine to release enormous amounts of energy. Stars don’t produce ash, but heavier elements.”

She’d been repeating that to herself for months. The incident had left parts of her home in shambles, charred beyond recognition. Other parts had only seen minor damage. Including the particular canvas she’d been staring at. A perfect replica of herself, wearing a different dress and yet the same cursed bright smile she’d been made to sport since her inception. It made her frown to see the scorch marks—they left her figure untouched, consuming everything around her instead.

Touka took a deep breath. She couldn’t spend her day idling and moping. Her siblings were counting on her. They may have been older, but they’d been far more terrified than her when their guests had turned on them and set their home ablaze. It was her job to lead.

She stopped at the top of the stairs. The likelihood of falling was rather high, if her terrible balance since the incident was anything to go by. As if to taunt her, the sensation of burning embers radiated into her back and shoulders, numb yet tingling, icy cold yet searing hot. An ache, a throb she couldn’t escape. The smell of smoke and ash lingered in her nose.

“Like a ship missing its sails…”

With a scowl, she tried to take it one step at a time. And every step felt like descending into Hell itself. The ache radiated from her shoulder blades, down her spine, and into her fingers. Touka kept her eyes glued to the stairs below. Thankfully, there was a railing to hold onto. Unfortunately for her, as soon as she reached the bottom of the stairs, she felt an itch urging her to scratch at it. She would not be scratching at empty air. For her dignity. She’d grit her teeth, squeeze her eyes shut, and hope it would pass soon. Her hand went to the black rose she wore in her hair.

“I need… to make better defenses. Every visitor that has come to our home has hurt us, only to flee before we can retaliate. I don’t know why I thought it would be different this time. Well, I was right, it was different, just… not in a good way. Of course not.”

Her older sisters had told her once, over tea, that she had no thorns. No matter how hard she tried to keep people away, she’d always end up trusting at the first sign of kindness. They’d tried not to blame her, but she could tell what they were thinking. Why would she want to be close to others when she already had such a large family that adored her?

“They don’t feel trapped here like I do… It hasn’t been the same since Father left. I wish I knew why he abandoned us. It was… little after I was born… Was it something to do with me? Did he not want to look at me?” She lifted up her forearm and stared at the burn scar forever etched into her skin. “Was I… defective?”

Touka slammed her fist into the concrete wall, sending cracks out from the point of impact. She could not afford distractions. She could not afford mourning. She could not afford-

But it ached. It ached and she fell to her knees beside the wall.

No sound. No sun. No wind.

She’d waited so long. First, in silence. Then, making the most noise she could. Trying everything, anything to make him proud. Why had he been so cruel as to abandon all of his children without a word? Her siblings had raised her with stories of their father’s loving soul and his kind hand. She’d never known them herself. What had she done to deserve his scorn? Why was she not worthy of his love as her siblings had been? Why did everyone who met her hate her? Why could she not let go of her sorrows and live happily like the rest of her siblings?

“They call me a genius… Is that why? It hurts… It hurts so much…”

The first sob came without tears.

#magia record #nishiposting #writing #nemu hiiragi #touka satomi #AU #fanfic #fanfiction #idk which tag I should be using for this #teaser #aged up characters #is that a tag I should be using #tounemu #???? #they haven't even met yet at these points in their lives but like #you can clearly see the matching trauma #minibang24

[formulawrite]

Romantic Gateway // F.D.

Summary: Felipe has a different idea of romance than his girlfriend 

Warnings: None

"I can't believe you just said that" he said almost offended 

"It's a fact, Paris is more romantic than Venice" i shrugged

Felipe and I were having dinner at the restaurant at his hotel, summer break was around the corner and we were planning a romantic getaway for a week, but of course we turned into a competition

"Paris is not that great, Is too crowded, the food is not that great, and i don't speak french" he pointed at me with his fork

"yes it has it's down side like everything does, and i also don't speak italian but i still go to your house there." I said finishing my wine “but please tell me a more romantic scenario than dinner on top the Eiffel Tower with the view of the entire city lights."

"a nice lunch by the Italian shore, the best gelato in town, boat ride down the canal, then i'll take you back to our hotel room and..." he started to whisper on my ear

"okay let me stop you there cause i’m terrified of that boat thing, plus we both know i'll say i'm not going to eat to much ice cream but then i eat too much ice cream and feel too stuffed to do anything else"  

we start to get up heading to the elevators

"it's not ice cream is gelato" 

"same thing" I leaned against the room door as we reached the floor

"it really isn't"

"fine, but i still had a better time in Paris one time I’ve been there than every single Venice visit" I said throwing myself in his bed his room

"It’s not the place babe is the person, speaking of... who took you to such an incredible romantic journey in Paris that anything else sounds dreadful?" he sat next to me

"babe don't start"

"i'm not starting anything, i just want to know who turned you into number one Paris public defense attorney."

I close my eyes thinking if i should tell him

"...Lando. When we first started dating."

"really? the ex that broke up with you over an instagram dm on your finals week? really?"

I shouldn’t have told him, i roll my eyes starting to get up but he pulls me back to the bed

"no no no i'm sorry i'm just messing with you" laughing and caresses his thumb on my cheek "ok how about we meet halfway and do both."

"you want to go to Paris and Venice?" raising my eyebrows

"yes" he shrugged “why not?”

"can't we just go somewhere else? like Portugal? Greece? or Brasil? you're already going there i could join" i was whining, there’s no way i’m packing a bag three times 

"i'm going on a business lecture for my sponsor and São paulo is not romantic, c'mon i'm sure we can do both in a week"

"if you were born 3 days earlier we wouldn't be having this conversation" this time i managed to get up and get my washbag for a shower

"Not everything has to do with me being a gemini, i promise i'll plan everything to perfection"

"fine, but if it's not romantic we're breaking up" 

"yes ma’m"

I stop before entering the bathroom

"this has nothing to do with you wanting to outdo whatever happened in my trip with Lando right?" 

"c'mon do you really think i'm that competitive?" he responded trying to sound innocent 

"you just turned this conversation into a competition love" I shouted already inside the room

"you started" he shouted back

...

"wow"

He really wasn’t kidding when he said perfection, the hotel was amazing with a breathtaking view to the ocean

"i told you, it's not the place it's the person" he was putting our luggage around the room “but the place does help”

"it was one wow because we have a nice view, i'm not sold yet" turning around to wrap my arms around his neck

"you will be by the end of the night" he wrapped his around my waist

"you seem confident"

"i am, i prepared the perfect date for my perfect date"

"you're so cheesy" i smiled giving him a quick kiss "i love you"

"I love you too, we have a few hours until our reservation at the reastaurant maybe we can take a bath and relax a little"

"we?" i raised my eyebrows at his suggestion 

"i only said we should have a bath, you're the one with the dirty mind here" walking me to the bathroom

...

He was right, the dinner was perfect, candle light by the shore, the walk to the gelateria was even better, the simple street lights illuminating the cobble stone street, we talked and laughed about stupid things while Felipe walked with his arm around my shoulder the whole path kissing my forehead from time to time. it really was perfect.

"oh my god"

He was right again, gelato and ice cream are very different things 

"i know, you should start listening to me a bit more" 

he laugh as I punched him on the arm

"you ruined me for ice cream for life"

I was suddenly startled by a voice next to me 

"un bel fiore per una bella ragazza?"*

the man who approached us was holding a basket with roses offering me one, i looked at Felipe for help, i had no idea what this man just said. he started to get his wallet chuckling at my expression

"la sua bellezza merita un intero campo di fiori, forse glielo regalerò un giorno."** handing him some money and taking the rose "grazie" the man left nodding with his head at us and walking to next couple sitting a few table from us.

"what was that about?"

"nothing, just agreeing how beautiful you are" he said smiling and handing me the flower. 

we left the shop and sat at a bench near the pier with my head in his shoulder while he caressed my arm. it was silent. comfortable silence. i could spend the rest if my life like this.

"you were right, this was perfect"

"i'm glad you like princesa" I smiled, i always do when he calls me that "i like seeing you smiling like that"

"i like it when you make me smiled like that" i reached for his lips

"i was thinking... maybe we don't need to go to Paris... maybe we could stay here a bit more" i looked at him with hope

"we can stay here the whole month if you ask me" he said burying his face on my neck

"now that's a little dramatic"

"not if it's true"

"how about we go back to the hotel and finish what we started in the bath" I got up pushing him with me to press his body against mine 

"i never been more in love with you" we kissed before he practically dragged me to find a cab 

Guess Venice is not that bad after all

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* -  a beautiful flower for a beautiful girl

** - her beauty deserves a whole field of flowers, maybe i'll give her that some day, thank you

#Felipe Drugovich #felipe drugovich fic #f2 #f2 fic

[sanchoi21]

Forever Rains

Toji Fushiguro x Reader

Warning: Dark content ahead. It contains a lot of angst, death, reincarnation and comfort. So read only if you are comfortable.

As the sun went down and the skies got darker, you walked on the lonely road, rain drenching your clothes and your bicycle as you walked with it by your side, too tired to ride it home. College life was always tiring especially today. You remembered all the sweet moments you spent with him as you walked endlessly in the lonely night. By now the city lights were shimmering and the cars were moving on road, just like you, tired passengers living their tired lives. Something about the evening and the shimmering city lights in the rain was just so beautiful, that you couldn't help but pause for a moment and watch as the rain trickled down the trees and the lamp posts. This city made you feel better and lively but there were times that you were empty inside, still it somehow helped you to overcome it, in it's own way. Your eyes stared blankly at the road ahead, as they had long lost their light. What happened today was something you never expected to occur. It broke your heart a millions of times over and over again as you kept remembering the same scene, as it played like a broken record in your head. You just pondered on what you did wrong.

You didn't feel like going home, but you still needed to, because you'll only end up getting scolded for being late. Either ways you didn't really had a place to go anyway. The park beside your house was your comfort spot, you could be there alone at night, but as now it was twilight you were damn sure that it will be buzzing with people and children at this hour, so you avoided it.

Climbing the stairs to your house was even more difficult, as you didn't wanted to face your family now, being emotionally exhausted and on top of that your parents just complain about everything, it's really exhausting, but still life goes on. You opened the door and entered the house, slightly greeting your parents. After dinner you immediately went to your room saying that you have an assignment, but that was just an excuse, as you really needed to get things of your chest.

Your dimly lit room welcomed you, soon enough you felt like home because it was the only place where you could be yourself, without being disturbed for quite some time. As you opened the window and curtains to let the fresh air in, your heavy eyes drifted off to your photo. It was your photo with Toji, you had taken it on the day of summer festival last year. He looked happy in it or so you had thought.

Toji was your college bully, but he soon had warmed up to you, saying that you were the sweetest person he ever met. For the time being you two were good friends. You had promised yourself, not to fall for that man, but what could you do but fall for him as he treated you in the sweetest possible manner which you had never experienced before.

Today for the first time in a while, Toji shouted at you, saying that you were nothing but a clingy pest to him which he needed to impress for a bet and that he loved the girl which had known him probably for longer than you did, basically you didn't stand a chance against her. And this had broken you and your heart in a million pieces. Never in your dreams had you imagined that this sweet boy was capable of doing something this dangerous. You felt petty for beileving his lies. He sprouted many things like, how ugly you are, or how he just wanted to get away from you every single time you two were close or how stupid you were to think that the member of Zenin clan can ever love you?? But the insult that hurted a lot was the one when he said, " You were just a bet, a plaything for me to earn money." And that was when you lost it, slapping him hard across the face you said, " Then I am happy to finally leave you alone. Goodbye." Saying this you turned around and left, without glancing at behind to see his reaction, maybe if you did, you would have spilled those tears that you struggled so hard to hold back.

You wanted to believe that whatever he said was just because of the pressure from his peers, but his cold eyes said otherwise. You still loved him though, it was something you couldn't control, but it wasn't a problem to let him go, as you knew, you deserve better. You would hold onto his memory forever, since he was the only person you ever felt close to, related to, someone who could finally understand you., but you knew better than anyone else that he didn't needed you, nor cared for you. Sometimes you still wonder, was all that just an act, because you surely had seen the lights sparkle in his eyes as he talked to you every time. You wondered, did he ever regreted it?? But who were you to think about something he should have told you, if he really did regret it. You didn't mind letting him go as he was the only one you ever cared for loved, so you had wished him luck even though he had wished you to disappear from his life, and you did just that. Even after all these years you still loved him and couldn't find someone to complete you like he did, maybe you'll stay single forever, who knows??

As Toji started at his wife, he wondered, how good it would have been if it was you in that place instead. He deeply regreted saying all those things that day, as he was under the pressure for Zenin clan to let you go as well as the temporary attraction which he thought was love that he felt for that girl. He deeply regreted saying all those things that day, infact he had regretted that very instant, when he saw tears sting in your eyes, trickling to fall down, he hated himself for that. He just wished that he could have stayed longer by your side as you stared at the fireworks at summer festival and many such mesmerizing moments. As he stated at his wife taking care of Megumi, he thought of you, he thought of you when he saw her cooking him dinner, he thought of you when he slept beside her, staring at her face, wondering how beautiful you would have looked in his arms. He knew too well by now that his wife was no less than a demon as she had influenced him to break you apart.

When his wife died due to illness, he thought that maybe now he can confess the heavy guilt and love that he always harboured towards you. But when he came to your address just to see the cremation ashes of you on the table and your photo, he cried for the first time in his life. Confessing to his every sin of hurting you,but you had long forgiven him. He didn't stop crying, until your younger sister handed him a diary, it was your diary. He sobbed, as he took it and returned home. When he read your diary, he cried even harder as he felt you gently embrace him by your words. He came to know what he had missed all along, and that you had never stopped loving him all this time. As he cried himself to sleep that night, with your unbearably sweet memories, he dreamth of you. You both were in a wheat field on a sunny day and he felt as if time had stopped, you looked ethereal in his eyes. As he moved towards you, you gently hugged him saying,"I have forgiven you a long time ago, Toji. I just missed you all along, I am glad that you atleast came today. I am glad that I could say goodbye to you atleast in this way. Don't blame yourself and live your life to the fullest, Toji, as I have always loved you." Toji couldn't utter a word as he sobbed and sobbed in your arms and woke up next morning, wishing that not in this but atleast in his next life you will be his partner and he would make up to you for all his mistakes. He wished for a second chance to feel you, to hold you in his arms again, but the morning sun, reminded him of his cold reality. Maybe just like you, he too would spend his remaining life thinking of you as you did too when he wasn't there, hoping to meet you someday, somewhere.

Centuries later, when you looked at the soaked boy in front of you, standing in rain, your heart skipped a beat, giving you a sense of deja vu. As Toji made his way towards you, his heart pounding, he didn't know what was this weird feeling, but he wanted to make you his and only his this time. He smacked his lips on yours sealing a promise from long ago, to be yours, to cherish you and eventually to follow you to your grave when the time comes. This time around he was sure that he won't let you go, he won't let you be alone in this rain as he will get soaked in it together with you this time around. He or you didn't remember about your past, but the heart remembers the person, as you finally had found your long lost soulmate, in the your next life. Wiping his soaked hair you pulled him closer, in the warmth of your embrace as if you had longed for it all along. As you two made your way home, thinking how lucky you are right now, being beside each other, blissfully unaware of your tragic past but you both knew for certain that these longings you feel for each other are something from a long long ago.

#Toji x reader #Toji Fushiguro x reader #toji x y/n #jjk toji #Angst #Death #Reincarnation #Forever love #Comfort

[siremasterlawrence]

The End Of The Heroic Age: Superman’s Rebellion

It has been like whirlwind adventure for me in the take down of Superman the flying man of fools, I enter one portal and exit another one leading to his own downfall how wonderful.

Poor Clark he has no idea that in a varied world were countless men with the same name but very different out looks carry his mantle a multiverse of insanity ensure each one has bowed at my feet.

Unfortunately, my body comes curling down like a meteor in a hot fiery bath of hot blue flame across my the sky going into this new world Clark Kent’s attention rather quickly as he sits with Lois at a dinner.

I have no idea why I went back in time upon my landing but it is 1970 something I can tell by the clothing design and the ugly building structures and the faint vocal coos of the carpenters blowing in the wind.

I shatter through some portal creating many shards of invisible glass breaking without a single cut. I buckle my feet in pulling them to my torso and flip till I somersault landing with gymnastic level of perfection.

Clark is in the midst of revealing his identity to his girlfriend and co-worker worldwide renown Pulitzer Prize winning reporter for our very own Metropolis The Daily Planet home of Perry White.

A loud boom hits the ground shaking the city to its core hitting Clark’s senses right on contact he turns hus face instantly picking up everything. He stares outward with his x-ray his vision locating the scene his eyes pan the area.

The fume emitting from Lois ears at the words of what Clark was about to utter to excuse himself for the one hundredth and eighth time as he runs off to god knows what he does.

Cinematic beauty unfolds as Clark pays thecheck racing out of the dinner speeding to the otherwide block. He jolts in to the alley way down another block he passes a line of civilians to the phone booth closing it he spins out of his suit in to his costume.

Clark exits the phone booth in a whoosh of wind he floats off the ground breaking every known law of physics he then cracks the time barrier flying over countless cities using his x-Ray visions to find me.

Cool I wait for him to arrive with that air of confidence and that expression of I am the most powerful man. The arrogant good ole American attitude that precludes all men of his type or status if were Superman all day.

We are in the midst of stand off with me in a moment of excitement I have felt the rush of over and over again. He stops standing still his arms cross and he begins to scan the area as if he is on surveillance.

“I sense a disturbance here from hundreds of miles away, I am guessing you are the cause of that. I would advise you to leave but I am pretty sure you won’t take kindly to that.”

“Superman! In all your glory I see not very impressing sorry to say. I can’t help you with that though.”

“I want to end this as quickly as possible give up.”

“Or what Supper Pussy”

“If that is how you want to play it.”

“Oh! I definitely do.”

“You seem way to confident for someone so young. What evil scheme do you deign to try and unleash now?”

“Evil? Hardly! All I want so to have some fun with you just like all the rest.”

“What are you talking about you obsessive psychopath?”

“Be careful Clark! I can be your friend, your enemy or your end. You choose they all did.”

“No! This cannot be possible”

“They all felt the same way fist it could be fun to watch if it was not so pointless. Futile attempts to defeat me always end in the same way. I win.”

The great Superman is left confounded for the first time in his life as the area grows pitch back dark and I fade in to the back he chases after me.

He stops in the middle of nowhere watching the darkness lighten a bit a shooting star can be seen in the sky then like an early stock film camera it rolls on.

Images of every version of Clark Kent’s life I have conquered in his personal life and his

professional life as Clark. The rock landing from his home planet of krypton to show pen childhood.

Exiting the bus in Metropolis for the first time he off loads his stuff in a brand new apartment. Dawning the Superman costume with a whole new person eviscerating all go Clark’s identity.

His life is left in shambles as I return to the fray with one lays ditch effort the air flows under his feet. He propels towards me all ski power in his hand he throws one punch I easily catch.

“Bastard? How did you do this to me I mean to us.”

“Your own ego is your downfall Clark and you can’t even see it.”

“I have no ego, they call me Boy Scout.”

“Your ego is your own power, duality and existence.”

“Being Superman means being strong, being powerful and never needing help.”

“You are a one man band, rarely lose and everyone wants what you have.”

“You are like a great empire eventually they all have of fall. I am merely the one tips you off your shoulder. Feel lucky Clark the other version of you I fought, I manipulated, I broke mentally, but you are suffering the cinder of that. You will never win this game because reality has let you fall prey to me therefore you are what they all led too.”

“Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“Go head l! Keep fighting it as it erases all of your will free will.”

“Keep challenging your proper ending.”

“Every punch kick is fighting your own self”

“The walls of self preservation are falling .”

“I am the winner”

“Try as you might”

“You know I am right “

“Nnnnnooooooo!”

“I am sorry Lois”

“Who cares about Lois?”

“Yes Master! Put me to your will”

The end

#superman #mind control #hypnosis #christopher reeve #brandon routh #tyler hoechlin #henry cavill #The End Of The Heroic Age

[blu-joons]

BEST FRIEND BTS A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Jung Hoseok

A ⇴ ATTENTION

His eyes would be on you whenever you were around, especially when you were with the other members too. Whilst Hobi trusted them around you, he would still make sure that none of them overstepped the mark.

B ⇴ BICKER

You both would find yourselves squabbling just about every single time that you saw each other like kids. If Hobi used your phone charger, or if you took one of his drinks from the fridge without asking first then you would make sure to kick up a fuss and constantly be dramatic when you were around one another.

C ⇴ COMFORT

One of the best things about having Hobi as a best friend was the fact that he was always there for you. Despite how busy he was, none of that was as important as you to him when he knew that you were going through a hard time, repaying you for all of the times that you had been there for him throughout the years too.

D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS

The two of you were horrifically stubborn with each other when it came to disagreements, most of the time they would go on for a good couple of days because neither of you wanted to step back and admit that you were wrong. Usually, the boys would be the ones to bring you back together, telling Hobi to stop being childish and give you a call as they loved to tease him by always taking your side on things.

E ⇴ EARLY YEARS

Neither of you could really remember a time when you weren’t friends, as childhood friends it just felt as if you had always just been there for each other. The two of you had been together since when you first entered the classroom, and over the years you just gelled together throughout your years at school, finding yourselves pretty inseparable, with your teachers knowing you as quite the double act too.

F ⇴ FAMILY

You were like an honorary member of the Jung family, just like the two of you, they couldn’t imagine a time when you weren’t in their lives. They always reminded Hobi how lucky he was to have had a best friend by his side for so many years, but they always knew with how well the two of you got along that your friendship was never going to be something that would breakdown, even as Hobi got particularly busy.

G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER

The two of you met up and did just about anything, you very much acted on impulse. Sometimes you get food, other times go to a show, or just go for a walk if you wanted to enjoy the nice weather around the city. You never cared what you did when you got together, just that the two of you were together was enough.

H ⇴ HABITS

You knew each other like the backs of your hands, quite often you had a habit of ordering without even asking the other person. You knew exactly what the other person liked, if one of you wasn’t in the room when the boys ordered dinner or something, you would be able to answer for them, and get the order perfect too.

I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES

With so many years behind the two of you, it was inevitable that you were going to have plenty of inside jokes with one another. Although others loved to know what the joke was when the two of you laughed about it, not once did you ever share, deciding it was best to keep those moments between you both.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He didn’t particularly like it if someone seemed to get close to you that Hobi didn’t know, but he would never admit to being jealous. He knew that after so many years as best friends that there was no chance of someone taking his place, but he still liked to be sure by knowing who your other friends were, and of course, decide for himself whether he felt that they were good enough to spend time with you.

K ⇴ KICKS

Hobi got a kick out of winding you up, he always knew the way to get under your skin. He was constantly joking with you and playing pranks on you because he could think off of the top of his head. Pranks came together in a matter of moments sometimes when he knew it was something that could annoy you.

L ⇴ LOVE

He loved that you had been by his side throughout so many years and endured all the craziness with him. There were plenty of moments when Hobi could have understood if you decided you wanted to take a step back from being his best friend, but you never did. You were beyond proud of the things that he was doing and wanted to make sure that you were in his corner and cheering him on as much as you possibly could.

M ⇴ MEETING

The two of you met at school, finding yourselves almost forced to start talking to each other. You were both grateful that you had ended up in the same classes at the start of school, unable to remember a time when you weren’t by each other’s sides, and often causing plenty of trouble for others too.

N ⇴ NONSENSE

You were definitely the person that Hobi allowed himself to be completely natural around. Not a single guard was up when Hobi was around you, you’d seen him at his worst plenty of times, so he didn’t care at all.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Hobi was obsessed with your heart and how you always looked after him. Whenever he needed someone, you were there, even after so many years he couldn’t remember a time when you had let him down.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

The two of you both enjoyed the moments when you would reminisce about your friendship and the many memories that you had together. You both loved when someone would remember a memory that you had forgotten, laughing about it all over again like the two of you did back in the day when it happened too.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

He constantly asked you for advice when he was going through a difficult time. No one knew Hobi quite like you did, you were always able to pull out the piece of advice that he’d need to get through his tricky time.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

The two of you had a scrapbook that you contributed to time and time again to remember as much as you could about your friendship. The book was full of tickets, notes, and other things that you had kept hold of over the years, with some of it even dating back to your school days too, even if it was a bit ruined.

S ⇴ SUPPORT

One of the things that you tried to do was never a miss a show when Hobi was performing at home so that he knew you were always cheering him on. Most of the time you would try and surprise him to make the moment even more special and leave him stunned on the stage when he saw you in amongst the crowd.

T ⇴ TRIPS

If you had some time off, Hobi would take you with him wherever he went. He loved to show you the world as he travelled with the group, never one to leave his best friend behind, especially when it was you.

U ⇴ ULTIMATE

The two of you had the ultimate friendship, not many people could say they had been friends for as long as you two had.

V ⇴ VISITS

He loved to know what you were doing with your days so Hobi could surprise you. If you were at work, home, your family’s home, or sometimes even his, if he had the time, Hobi would make the effort to see you.

W ⇴ WISDOM

Just like you always knew how to help him, he always knew how to help you with plenty of advice to send your way if you needed it.

X ⇴ XXXX

The two of you were very affectionate with each other, you loved to mess around with one another, often finding yourselves play fighting or doing something stupid as you struggled to grow out of your childhood phase.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his number one, Hobi’s most important friend was always you.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Sleepovers were very common between the two of you, even as you began to grow up you still loved to invite the other over and do all of the things that you used to do when you had sleepovers when you were kids.

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Loki x Reader: Broken Glass

Warnings: Language, very brief mention of blood, and a little sad. So for this one, Loki’s exile was cut short. Odin and Freya are still alive.

The media basically came up with her superhero name. To everyone's surprise, she was rather fond of the name. To be fair, it did suit her pretty well. She was known all throughout the universe as the White Queen.

She was a natural leader, regal, humble, and didn't take shit from anyone. (y/n) had the ability to conjure and control ice and snow. That included manipulating wind currents, causing deadly blizzards, and creating structures made of ice and snow. During the winter months, (y/n)'s powers were stronger because she had access to the elements rather than having to create them herself.

As a joke, the media would often call her Elsa. (y/n) happened to like the platinum blonde Disney princess so she never saw any ill intent behind the nickname. Besides, everyone knew that her powers were much more deadlier than Elsa's.

During the month of December, (y/n) was practically invincible. There was very little that could stop her and she could take out anyone that stood in her way with the flick of her wrist. The media often portrayed her as this detached and heartless person, but she wasn't like that at all. (y/n) was pleasant girl until you crossed her. Nobody liked to see her angry. If she was angry, everyone was going to know it.

(y/n) was someone who demanded respect. And respect is exactly what she was given. It was hard to disrespect someone of her caliber. Whenever people were around her, all they wanted to do was prove that they were worthy enough to even be in her presence. It didn't matter where she went, people often found themselves sitting up straighter or expanding their vocabulary whenever they spoke.

Before she was introduced to the Avengers, (y/n) often fought crime on her own. She found herself bouncing between countries like Japan, Canada, and Norway because of all the snow they got. Being in countries like that just made her job easier. After a lot of convincing, Tony and Natasha were able to get her to join the team. Everyone welcomed her with open arms.

Even though she had superpowers, (y/n) took it upon herself to learn other forms of fighting. She became so skilled at hand to hand combat that the other Avengers would find excuses to not fight her during training. Natasha was one of the few members of the team who didn't mind going against (y/n).

Whenever the two of them were fighting against each other, their friends would stop their own training to watch. They were clearly two of the best fighters when it came to close combat. Even Bucky Barnes couldn’t help but be impressed.

Within the first year of her living in the tower, there were many rumors floating around about who the White Queen was dating. Not that it was anyone's business, but the public liked to be informed about these types of things. When she was fighting on her own, (y/n) didn't have to deal with the media, but now it was something she dealt with every single day. She hated it. There was no reason for her private life to be made public.

The tabloids mentioned her dating Bruce Banner as well as Sam Wilson. The name Natasha Romanoff floated around for a while. (y/n) and Natasha had a good laugh over that one during dinner. The two of them were close, but not that close. (y/n) was always quick to shut down the rumors about Banner, Wilson, and Romanoff.

Then one day, a name started coming up much more than the others. She wasn't so quick to address the rumors about the very handsome god of mischief.

In fact, she hadn't shut down the rumors about him at all.

***

As Loki entered his bedroom, the first thing he noticed was the almost empty bottle of Asgardian mead in her hand. (y/n) was standing out on his balcony staring out over the night life of the city. He had been out of his chambers for the majority of the day so he had no idea how long (y/n) had been waiting on him to return.

He opened his mouth to ask her how long she had been waiting, but he thought against it. Maybe she hadn't noticed him and he could slip back out of the room.

Loki knew that (y/n) was in his room the second his hand touched his doorknob. He thought he felt her as he was walking down the hallway towards his chambers, but he wasn't positive. He had never been able to explain it, but he could feel her presence whenever she was close. At first he thought he was imagining the feeling because he had started to miss her. She felt cold. Loki felt as if he was standing in the middle snow globe. Of course he didn't mind the cold one bit. In fact, he found it quite comforting. (y/n) wasn't naturally cold to the touch to everyone else like he was, but that was the best way to explain it. He was a Frost Giant and she was the White Queen. Maybe they were meant to be.

Loki decided to come back to Asgard for a couple of days to take care of some business. During his exile on Earth, he truly missed Asgard. He never thought that he would say that. Now that his exile had been lifted, it was time to come back. All he wanted was a couple of days at home. He mostly wanted to spend some time with his mother.

It wasn't (y/n)'s first time here in Asgard, but it was her first time showing up unannounced. In all honesty, Loki had no idea why she was even here. He wasn't even surprised that she had managed to get here without him. She could be manipulative when she needed to be. He hadn't been able to figure out if that was part of her powers or if that was something she was naturally good at. She was almost as manipulative as him.

(y/n) heard Loki enter the room, but she chose to ignore him. She was still enjoying the view from his balcony. Asgard was one of the most beautiful places she had ever been to. (y/n) took another gulp of alcohol hoping it would calm her thoughts.

Loki cautiously walked toward (y/n) as if he was approaching a wild animal. In this moment, he considered her one. He easily noticed the tension in her shoulders, the way she was angled away from her, the way her jaw was set. He had never seen her in this state before. Something was very wrong. Had he done something wrong?

"Darling, what are you doing here in Asgard?" He finally gained enough courage to speak. "It isn't that I'm not happy to see you, but is there a reason you've come all this way?"

Did (y/n) scare him? Hell yes. But he would never admit that out loud to anyone. Loki had traveled throughout the Nine Realms many times and nothing had truly scared him. That was until he met (y/n). The White Queen. Thor would have a field day if he found out that bit of information.

Throughout the day, Loki found often found his thoughts drifting toward (y/n). It wasn’t out of the ordinary for her to occupy his thoughts. He had been thinking about inviting her to visit Asgard as his guest for a couple of days.

Most people who were seeing each other didn't live and work together, but Loki and (y/n) did. The combination of that did cause some tension between their relationship.

If you asked their fellow Avengers to describe their relationship, there was only one word that came to mind. Toxic. It was an extremely unhealthy relationship where neither of them were on the same page with each other.

Thor often tried to get his younger brother to reevaluate his relationship with (y/n). It wasn’t that Thor didn't like (y/n). He loved her like a little sister. He just didn't think that the two of them were compatible in that way. Natasha often found herself doing the same thing with (y/n).

She only wanted the best for her closest friend in the tower. Loki and (y/n) would make great friends, but being lovers may not be the best thing for either of them. Maybe everyone was right and the two of them should be better off as just friends.

Loki didn't know how he would be able to work so closely with (y/n) knowing that he couldn’t have her. When he was with her, he actually felt something. She made him feel something. She was one of the very few people in the universe who could say that.

"What the hell did you say to Thor for him to tell those reporters that we were dating? The tabloids are loving it. You know how I feel about them being in my personal life." (y/n) calmy stated after finishing the rest of the bottle of mead. Loki knew how much (y/n) hated the reporters and the magazines. She did everything in her power to make sure that her personal life stayed private.

Loki was secretly wondering if she had drank the entire bottle herself. He was impressed and even surprised that she was still standing. Asgardian mead was no joke. A couple of glasses of that would have him slurring his words. It seemed as if Thor had taught her how to handle her liquor.

"I must've said something to Thor about you and he took it out of context. You know how he gets whenever he's around anyone who works for a newspaper. He'll say whatever he can to hold their attention. I don't believe you came all the way out here to talk about something my brother said darling."

"No, that's not why I'm here. I actually came here to surprise you Loki. I'm not sure if you celebrate these anymore, but I heard it was your birthday tomorrow. I wanted to do something nice for you. I arrived this morning and overheard a conversation you were having with Lady Sif."

"I don't know what you heard, but-" Loki started blabbering. He knew exactly what conversation (y/n) was talking about. She must have only heard the beginning of their conversation if she was upset with him. Loki had been talking to Lady Sif to get some advice from her.

He opened his mouth to try to explain his side, but (y/n) held up a hand to silence him. He knew better than to interrupt her. You never interrupt the queen. Every fiber in him was telling him to cower and apologize. All he wanted to do was make everything right.

"Do you think I'm stupid? I know what I heard Loki. You said that I was nothing but a casual fuck to you. I know that you and Lady Sif have unfinished business. Is that why you've returned to Asgard? Did you really think that I wouldn’t have found out? Your brother couldn’t keep a secret even if his life depended on it. I understand if you want her Loki. I mean who wouldn’t? But why not just admit that to me?"

Loki let out an agitated sigh and rubbed his temples. He wasn't afraid to admit that (y/n) was a casual hookup in the beginning. He did the one thing that he promised himself he would never do. He fucked around and fell in love. That's what he wanted to talk to Lady Sif about. Maybe he should have asked Natasha what to do when it came to (y/n), but she had always been so cold toward him.

(y/n) was so much more than a casual fuck. He hadn't outwardly said his feelings to her, but he hoped that she understood what she meant to him. He couldn’t shake her even if he tried. She made him feel safe. Being wrapped up in her arms felt like home. Yet for some odd reason, he hadn't been able to admit his feelings to her.

"Darling, we've been doing this for almost a year now. You and I both know you've heard the rumors about us and you haven't addressed them at all. You were so quick to shut down the ones about Wilson and Banner. I know that I haven't officially asked you out, but I like to think we're practically together." He tried to explain to her. Loki wanted to keep his voice calm and casual, but it was too casual for (y/n)'s liking. His tone sent a rush of anger down her spine and for a split second she considered using her powers against Loki. She instantly hated herself for thinking that because she really did care for him and the last thing she wanted to do was hurt him. Especially when she didn't know what he powers would do to him.

"Practically together? What the hell does that even mean Loki? Are you practically together with me on Earth and then practically together with Lady Sif when you come visit Asgard?"

"No." Loki immediately shook his head. "It seems as if you only heard part of my conversation with Lady Sif. I was telling her about how I want to be with you."

"What makes you think I would ever want to be with you?" (y/n) spat before she could even stop herself. She wanted to take the words back, but she couldn’t. Those weren't words that you could simply take back.

She wasn’t sure where the harsh words were coming from, but all she wanted to do was make Loki hurt. She could see the connection he had with Lady Sif and she was jealous. And now she was taking that jealously out on him.

Loki was frozen in his place. It wasn't anything that (y/n) had physically done to him. She had done it all with her words. That was not what he was expecting to hear from (y/n). He knew it was the alcohol talking and she didn't really mean it. But wasn't there a Midgardian saying that "drunken words are sober thoughts"?

"What are you saying?" His shaky voice caused (y/n) to smirk. His voice never shook. He was always so sure of his words. That was until he met (y/n).

"Weren't you the one who said you didn't want strings attached when we started this? I've always liked you Loki. You were the first person that greeted me when I entered the tower. I will never forget that day. You made me feel so welcomed. I felt warm. It was the first time I had felt like that in a very long time. Anyway, a couple of months after that, I remembering pouring my heart out to you after the first time we had sex. You brushed me off saying that you didn't want to ruin our friendship. I was okay at first. I kept telling myself that if I couldn’t have you in the way I wanted, I could at least have you in that way. I hated myself for it. It took me longer than I care to realize that you saw me as someone who was good enough to fuck, but not good enough to invest your feelings in."

"Stop (y/n), please don’t say that. You were so much more than that. You make it seem like I was using you for your body and you know that I would never do that. I was too scared to admit that I wanted you. I don’t even know how to put my thoughts into words. I've never loved anyone the way that I love you."

"I find that hard to believe." She scoffed. "You've never even invited me to meet your parents Loki. The only reason I've met them was because of Thor."

"I was exiled (y/n). I couldn’t just waltz into the palace and ask my parents to meet you." He sneered.

"Then what are you doing here now Loki?" She tilted her head to the side studying his expression. She was practically daring him to lie to her. "You didn't even tell me that your exile had been lifted. I had to find that out from Thor. I want to know how you think I want to be with someone who won't even let me in?" Her voice was sharp.

"I won't let you in?" He threw his head back and laughed. "I can't let someone in that doesn't want to be let in. Maybe the magazines are right to call you callous and compassionless. Have you considered the fact that maybe this is why you're alone?"

It was her turn to freeze. And before she could even stop herself, she launched the empty bottle at Loki's face. He easily dodged it but it did hit the wall behind him. It shattered and a couple of shards of glass bounced back and cut his perfect cheek. He reached up and wiped the blood away.

How dare he? How dare he call her callous and cold-hearted? Even after she spent countless hours letting Loki cry about his relationship with his father while she held him. When she listened to him rant about how everyone treated Thor so much better than him. And let's not forget when she talked him through the nightmares.

"How stupid I am to think that you actually loved me back?" He let out an emotionless laugh. Everyone in his life found some way to let him down. Why was she going to be the exception?

"Honestly Loki, based off your fucked up relationships within your family, I don’t think you truly know what love is." She spat with more venom than Loki thought was humanly possible. He had heard some pretty harsh things before, but he didn't ever think he would hear something like that from (y/n). But here he was, slowly coming unhinged. Nobody ever made him feel this many emotions.

He knew that love was messy and violent. He was starting to realize he didn't want that. At least not with (y/n). He wanted it to be easy and simple.

As he stood there with hot tears streaming down his cheeks, he started to consider the idea that maybe love isn't real. (y/n) glared right back at him with matching tears. If he couldn’t experience love with (y/n), then he knew he wasn't going to experience it at all.

"I think you need to leave (y/n)." He pointed in the direction of Heimdall.

"What?" (y/n) crossed her arms across her chest. He couldn’t be serious. Usually when they had arguments, the two of them would end up in bed and the whole thing would blow over by the next morning. But this argument felt different.

"You heard me (y/n). Go back to Earth. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking by getting attached to you." He growled. She gave him a curt nod before heading toward the door. She looked around his room one last time before pulling open the door and walking out.

Watching (y/n) walk out of his bedroom was one of the hardest things he had ever done. He felt as if he was watching her walk out of his life. Every part of his brain was screaming at him to stop her from walking out of his life and to fix what he had horribly broken. As the bedroom door slammed behind her, he realized just how broken the two of them truly were.

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[cantillat-moved]

continued from here and here ❤

A smile purses his lips, powder-white hair slicked back – a casual visage , as if he was half-planning meeting her halfway. ❝ Do you have any plans for today ? ❞ Shirou inquired, making sure to don’t be too intrusive as he was unaware of her romantic situation. ❝ If you are not too busy and still enjoy horror movies, would you join me in watching a few ? ❞ he had prepared a double session with Valentine-themed slasher movies in a room prepared like a pillow fort for maximum coziness, and, of course, some handmade choco to be revealed once she accepts.

Sonia had to question two things as she wandered into her media room at Boudry House, a safe haven for her in the midst of her duties as a princess. Most importantly, a safe haven that was, usually, left vacant: the Novosonian townhouse spanning a full square city block in the capital was her main residence as the heir to the throne, her gift for entering adulthood at eighteen years old.

One, just how long had she spent in the bath that late afternoon after her day's schedule had concluded, drinking champagne and reading until all of the rose-scented bubbles had well and truly popped?

And two, even if the room was on the opposite end of the house, how had she not heard, nor been alerted, to the fact that Shirou had broken in and found it fit to reorganize a room without anyone noticing?

Now, clad in a pair of jeans and an old Hope's Peak sweatshirt of all things, she strode into her media room, fully expecting a few footmen to follow suit with various dishes from the kitchen. A dinner alone at a dining table that could hold twenty seemed a bit depressing that day, and she'd made excellent work of declining each and every offer of a date she'd received from that evening. Not out of malice, but she'd simply had no interest in the array of aristocratic offspring and conglomerate heirs, all looking to escort her to their ancestral homes or a new, trendy restaurant downtown.

She was torn between screaming, admonishing him, and asking the question that had been on her mind since that morning. Fortunately for them both, she chose the latter.

"I-I presume you received my chocolates," She finally stammered, though her eyes still remained as round as dinner plates as she took in the scene. Took it in, and quickly picked up the telephone nearest the double doors. A single button connected her with the head butler whom, she instructed, was under no circumstances to show any amount of surprise that Shirou had entered the premises and made a shambles of the media room, nor were any of the staff permitted to gawk or ask inappropriate questions.

Setting the phone back in its cradle, Sonia shook her head, closing the doors behind her. "Beyond treating myself to a myriad of unhealthy hors d'oeuvres as dinner while opening a second bottle of champagne, no," She admitted, though there was no disdain for that plan. She'd already indulged in securing a few new books for Boudry House's Library, alongside an array of fresh roses from the garden and a few new anime collectibles for her room devoted to them all. 

Though his debate about her personal interests was enough to wipe the last of the surprise off her face, Sonia giving an unladylike snort in return, paired with an amused smirk. "It's safe to presume that if I ever dislike horror movies, then a global catastrophe of some sort must have occurred. Hell freezing over and all that. I know I'm not what I was in high school," She glanced down at her coincidental choice of sweatshirt. "But I do hope I haven't changed that much."

At least it didn't look like any permanent damage was done, and he'd moved all of the antique furniture out of the way. Sonia thought to question how he knew which pieces to preserve, but she thought better of it in favor of other more pressing ones. "I'll join you and have extra food sent up, if you'll answer the following for me, Shirou: Why didn't you tell me you were so close to Novoselic today, and how did you manage to get into Boudry House without anyone noticing you?"

It was a security concern, after all. The walls of both her home and her heart, he seemed intent on scaling them no matter the obstacles in his path. 

@more-than-a-princess

Perhaps he owed a few apologies.

In his line of work he’d came across many different characters from all walks of life – and even occasionally un-life – so it was a matter of time until finally meddling with the Novosonian secret agency. Shirou always made sure to keep at least five steps ahead of anyone as it would mean the difference between life or death, but due to his connection to the crown princess it was slightly personal for him … Not that the poor agents were aware of. Mission after mission, at the same time the adventurer assisted them he’d occasionally get on their nerves until one of them decided to bite the bullet and stop being too prideful to accept the help. Of course Maurice was unaware of anything about Emiya’s private life and was still largely ignorant, yet some points might have become clearer after being tasked with locating his occasional ally on the behest of the princess and becoming embroiled in a inoffensive conspiracy, the kind of mission not officially seen in his field but the kind of job that he’d welcomed and Shirou was certain of that. It wasn’t hard at all to convince the man and get help into infiltrating the Boudry House and networking with the people he befriended in his previous stay. In due time, Cecily was informed in order to make sure of all the possible bases were covered and everything was in place to set in motion during White Day.

He wished he could have shared the look on Sonia’s face to everyone who helped make it possible, it was certainly priceless – instead, Shirou was selfishly keep it in his mind, a treasured memory.

❝ They reached me. ❞ his digits moved and took the card she sent from inside the jacket’s pocket, spinning it between his fingers. Equally sporting jeans and a nondescript shirt, he realized it had been a while since he’d present himself wearing such casual outfit since their Maldives incident.  ❝ You wished for us to cross paths again and I decided to indulge it. That sounded a perfect opportunity for a return gift, don’t you agree ? ❞ Soon as she placed the phone down after contacting the butler he reassured: ❝ Don’t worry, everything had always been taken care of. ❞ in fact, the co-conspirators had foreseen that would be how Sonia would react and every sensitive personal was aware of the plan. ❝ We could add something alcoholic to our viewing session if you want, but I’m not sure what goes well with popcorn and pretzels. Unless you have something else in mind. ❞

Ah, it seems that even in her perceived down time there was truly no rest for the royal family. It was well-known that a number of nobles still demand all the etiquette and proper decorum. With a gesture of his hand, he urged her to calm down. ❝ Don’t worry, I didn’t climb up the wall or anything of the sort. Everything have been properly arranged with Cecily beforehand, I didn't want to risk any sort of incident or cause much trouble. Other than that, I’m afraid that it is confidential information. If I reveal how I did this it won’t be much of a mystery anymore, will it ? The food has also been taken care of and the security detail is also aware of my visit. The only missing part was the most important one. ❞ and with that, he offered his hand to the girl – not to Sonia the princess, but to Sonia, the person who means so much to him.

❝ Would you grant me the pleasure of your company this evening ? ❞

#more than a princess #x emiya : Shirou #x Emiya : Shirou : tbd : non despair Sonia

[snowdrrops]

EVERY VALETINE'S ONWARDS

feat. ! soukoku/double black

Chuuya walks with a spring in his step, with a hint of a smile plastered on his lips, a bouquet of flowers under his arm. Unlike most days, he decides not to take a taxi back to his apartment. Walking seemed like the better option to him, probably due to his good mood.

As he made his way through the busy streets of Yokohama, he notices a vast majority of people who also seemed like they were in a better mood than most days. After all, it was Valentine’s day.

Ah, Valentine's day. The day for lovers to express their affections through the act of gifting chocolate or flowers.

It was not as if Chuuya had waited day and night for this day to come, since he's been single for almost his entire life (he hopes it will not stay this way for long). With this in mind, imagine his surprise when a bouquet of roses was shoved into his face the moment he entered his office this morning. Turns out, one of his subordinates had been harbouring a secret admiration (or was it infatuation? Chuuya couldn’t remember the specifics of what she said) towards him.

Hm, I should get some fine wine to savour tonight…, he thinks to himself, and his train of thought comes abruptly to a stop as he rounded a corner and spots a familiar silhouette.

Chuuya rubs his eyes once. Then twice. He pauses in his tracks. This has to be an illusion, because there’s no way in any universe that Dazai would buy flowers for someone on Valentine's Day.

Chuuya must've been gaping at him for a while, because Dazai turns to look at him and scowls.

Regaining his composure, Chuuya walks towards him, already coming up with ideas on who Dazai intends to give these flowers to. Maybe it was that brunette, with the blue eyes and charming demeanour? No… perhaps that blonde who had some strange obsession with alcohol, then?

“Chuuuuya!” Dazai gives him a sugar-sweet smile and it makes Chuuya want to wipe it off his face (by punching him, obviously).

“Getting flowers, I see,” Chuuya states, eyeing the combination of pink carnations and deep red roses.

“Didn’t you purchase a bouquet, too?” Dazai asks, gaze dropping down to the bouquet tucked safely under Chuuya’s arm.

“No, I received this,” Chuuya replies, pride dripping off his tone.

“Huh?! You got flowers, Chuuya?!”

“Hey! Don’t look so shocked, bastard!”

“All those years when we worked together, you never got flowers!”

“Well, not anymore,” Chuuya announces proudly, a hand on his hip.

Dazai thinks for a moment before replying. “Do you like them, then?”

“Huh, who?”

“The person who gave you flowers.”

Taken aback, he says “Huh, that never crossed my mind… Well, she’s pretty. Has a good fashion sense.”

“Would you date her, Chuuya?”

“Eeeehh, date her? Don’t know ‘bout that. Honestly, I’m just grateful for the flowers.”

A soft sigh escapes Dazai, and Chuuya almost fails to catch it.

“Oi, what are you sighing about?”

Dazai throws him a glance before looking away and letting out a laugh. “Nothing, just wondering if you plan to stay single for the rest of your life if this continues.”

“Of course not. It’s just…”

“Hmm?”

I can't imagine myself with anyone who's not you. Chuuya pushes that thought aside.

Chuuya stops to look at Dazai, before realising they’ve walked quite a distance. The sun has set and a blanket of darkness has enveloped the city. His stomach growls.

“Hungry, shorty?” Dazai asks teasingly.

Chuuya huffs, “Let’s go get some dinner.”

Any other day, Chuuya was a hundred percent sure Dazai would request to have some type of expensive steak or beef, but when Chuuya ask what he’d like to eat, all he got in response was a simple, “Oranges.”

“Normal people won’t have oranges for dinner.”

But Chuuya relented anyway, and bought some sandwiches along with four oranges from the mini-mart near them.

“Let’s go to Yokohama Port,” left Chuuya speechless; however, he trailed after Dazai anyway. This had been their dynamic the day their partnership began: Dazai led, Chuuya followed.

And although Chuuya was perfectly satisfied with crushing his enemies with gravity, a small voice in his head occasionally wishes to be the partner of the mastermind, helping Dazai improvise or work on his already elaborate schemes, not just his assistant who carries out the assassinations. Chuuya shuts this voice down most of the time, but some days it possesses his being, his head full of ‘what-ifs’.

They sit by the port side by side, the distinct and sweet smell of the orange filling the air as Dazai peels it open, splitting it into half. He pops one half into his mouth and offers the other to Chuuya.

Chuuya’s gaze travels from the orange to Dazai, who waits for him to accept it. Hesitantly, he picks it up from Dazai’s outstretched hand, their fingers brushing each other's for a moment. A jolt of electricity prickles Chuuya's skin as he mutters a soft, "Thanks."

The ocean is tranquil. The waves crash against sandy shores, only to recede and come back even stronger. A few ships are docked into the port, large crates of cargo stacked atop each other like building blocks.

“Are you going to tell me why you didn’t want to eat at some five-star restaurant yet?” Chuuya says, reaching for the second orange.

Dazai’s eyes are shut. His hair sways in the direction of the wind, and if he was a total stranger to Chuuya, he might’ve looked like a calm and ordinary civilian of the city.

Chuuya silently thought to himself that he would choose the Dazai he knew over a stranger any day, but he quickly got rid of that thought, discarding it like dandelion seeds in the wind, never to be seen again.

“No restaurants around here serve oranges for dinner.”

Chuuya tilts his head slightly to the left, his confusion visible.

Dazai meets Chuuya’s gaze, and Chuuya resents the fact that Dazai's eyes are clouded over by some unreadable emotion.

“Share an orange with me,” is all Dazai asks for. Chuuya is unable to pin down the exact reason why, but he does what is asked of him anyway.

He separates a single slice from the whole orange and hands it to Dazai.

“Stingy, are we now?”

Chuuya glares at him but his tone held mischievousness, “Don’t forget that I paid for this, bastard.”

Dazai throws him a smile. It's ninety nine percent insincere, with just maybe a sprinkle of gratitude hidden beneath the snarky surface.

“How does it taste?”

Dazai regards this question with a cocked eyebrow, and a smirk begins to form on his lips. Chuuya could practically see the wheels in Dazai's head working, slowly forming a new idea.

In one swift motion, he grabs Chuuya by the coat and pulls him close. So close that he can see a tint of red forming on Chuuya’s face.

“Only one way to find out.”

Chuuya doesn’t even get the chance to retort before he feels the sweet taste of the orange on his lips.

Dazai lets go of him, his smirk even wider than before. “Why so shocked, shorty? It is Valentine’s day, after all.”

“You haven’t kissed me since Christmas Eve.”

“Oh, you’ve been keeping track?” Dazai teases, never not amused by Chuuya getting annoyed with him.

“One day, I’ll kill you myself,” Chuuya replies.

Wordlessly, Dazai held out another slice of the orange to Chuuya. “Share this orange with me, Chuuya.”

Later, back in Chuuya’s apartment, Dazai places a bouquet of pink carnations and deep red roses into a vase. He smiles in satisfaction, before setting it down on the living room floor.

He pours himself a glass of water and sits on the sofa, eyes raking over every corner of Chuuya’s home. Someday, this might be his home too.

The clock strikes four. If memory serves him right, Chuuya got up at five on the dot. He had an hour. Dazai walked over to the shelf where there were more than thirty photo frames displayed.

Dazai found himself in a few of the photos, members of the Port Mafia took up the majority of them and one particular picture caught Dazai’s eye.

Yokohama Port had clearly been the main focus of the picture, but Dazai had photobombed probably at the very last minute, and it resulted in half of the port being covered by Dazai’s smiling face. He had his signature black coat on, which meant that this was taken back in their partnership days.

There was a timestamp on the bottom left of the photo, which read ‘14/2’. The very first Valentine’s they had spent together.

That day feels lightyears away. A lot has changed, so have Dazai and Chuuya. They’ll never be fifteen again and somehow, Dazai doesn’t feel any nostalgia for those simple days. He knows that his future Valentines’ will be filled with Chuuya, until the end of time.

And so it did.

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#bungo stray dogs dazai #bungou stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #chuuyabsd #skk #soukoku #valentines day

[andrewvoralik]

How to Elevate Your Wedding Experience with Tailored Wedding Venue Packages

Are you planning for your wedding soon? The thrilling process of wedding planning is full of decisions, dreams, and small details that add to the magic of your big day. Planning and organizing everything single-handedly can be stressful for a bride or groom-to-be. 

But every couple has a dream of an unforgettable wedding ceremony that speaks their love story out loud. Opting for venue packages can be the answer. 

In this article, we will discuss how customized wedding venue packages can make your celebration one-of-a-kind and highly memorable.

What Wedding Venue Packages Offer? 

First let's understand the concept of venue packages. These packages are consolidated wedding arrangements in a box like wedding venue, catering, decoration, guest accommodations and more. In most cases, all the deals are taken care of by the vane to simplify your wedding process.

You need not deal with the different vendors on your special day, and you can sit back and enjoy your adventure with your loved ones.

How Customized Wedding Venue Package Elevates Your Experience?

1. Customize your venue to reflect your style. 

Every couple has a unique style and a different story to tell. Choosing customisable wedding venue packages allows you to bring that vision into your decor in the color scheme or maybe in the theme on that day. 

Whether you dream of a rustic wedding, a chic city affair, or a beachfront celebration, a tailored venue package can be customized to match your style. Your chosen venue becomes a canvas of your unique personality.

2. Customize Wedding Venue Packages Are Budget-Friendly 

Budget is an essential part of the wedding planning process because the wedding expenses can mount over time. Choosing wedding venue packages is a wise financial decision. A lot of venues provide packages that include services at a lower cost than booking each item separately.

However, they will provide you with a clear picture of your total costs according to their standard packages. You can customize the food and decoration expenses wisely to make well-informed decisions and save money for celebration-related other expenditures.

3. Ensuring a Culinary Delight

A big part of any wedding celebration is undoubtedly the culinary delights. Tailored wedding packages mostly include catering services that allow you to customize the menu to satisfy both your taste buds and your guests' palates. 

Moreover, opting for the venue's catering services enables you to create a dining experience that enhances the entire ambience of your wedding, from tastings to menu customisation. The outcome is a unique culinary experience that elevates your celebration above a simple dinner.

4. Creating a Cohesive and Memorable Atmosphere

A well-designed wedding venue package ensures that every aspect of your celebration is cohesive, creating a seamless and memorable atmosphere. From the ceremony to the reception, the decor, lighting, and overall ambience can be curated to reflect your unique love story.

Imagine your guests entering a space where every detail aligns with the theme and style you've envisioned. This cohesiveness not only enhances the visual appeal but also contributes to the overall experience, leaving a lasting impression on everyone in attendance.

Conclusion

Choosing a customized wedding venue package can significantly improve your wedding experience. These packages offer a variety of benefits, from streamlining the planning process and enjoying personalized attention to matching your style and staying under budget.

Think back on the uniqueness that makes your love story exceptional as you set out on this thrilling adventure. Opting for a customized wedding package will help you create a memorable event that speaks your love story all over again and make it a living, breathing celebration of your journey together.

If you are looking for a perfect wedding venue, please consider Slate & Cypress, a beautiful spot in North Carolina. Explore our unique winery-inspired Venue Hall, the beautifully restored Heritage Tobacco House Bar & Dining Patio, and various amenities and make your big day truly unforgettable. Contact us today!

#wedding venue packages

[indeedcaptain]

Spirktober 2023, day 15: Hot

Very short entry for "hot"!! But now I am caught up on Spirktober, just in time to work a conference for the next five days and probably have no time or brainpower to write. But we'll see what comes out :)

Technically the second chapter to "eye of the beholder." Also posted on AO3 here.

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The climate of Belkan IV was similar to Vulcan, so Kirk invited Spock to join the away team for the diplomatic mission. He knew Spock thought the Enterprise was too cold but was too polite to say anything, and he thought that Spock would enjoy some time on a desert planet with minimal humidity and more sun than was good for anyone. 

Besides, Kirk thought, it would be good for the mission for Spock to be there. The Belkanians were still hesitant with the rest of the Federation, having only joined a year previously, and it might make them more at ease to bring a diverse crew with him. In addition to Spock, he brought a young Andorian named Hugo and a security complement. 

He had wrangled his crush on Spock to manageable levels, much to Uhura’s disappointment. They were becoming good friends. He could be professional on an away mission.

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“Sir Kirk!” The young Belkanian had eyestalks that made them nearly seven feet tall, with long, leaf-like hands at the end of its arms and a pleasant green skin color that reminded Kirk of sunflower stems. “We’re honored by your visit. Please, enter.” The Belkanian gestured, and Kirk smiled, gestured in return, and followed them. 

“My name is Tarlay, and I’ll be guiding you to dinner,” they said. “Please, as a token of our regard, we have prepared our traditional clothing for you to wear. I understand our planet is much hotter than yours, and we do not want you to be uncomfortable!” 

Spock raised the ta’al and said, “I am also from a desert planet. I am Vulcan. I find your planet to be similar to mine in climate, and quite pleasing to me.” Tarlay’s leaf-hands fluttered in a way that indicated happy surprise. 

“Very good, Sir Spock! I am curious to see if your native clothing bears any resemblance to ours.” Tarlay led them from where they had beamed down into a nearby stone building, the first on the outskirts of what looked like a larger city or town. The first room they entered seemed to serve the same function as a mudroom in a house on Earth; there were cubbies and shelves along the wall, with strips of fabric hanging from hooks within. Tarlay approached the nearest one and lifted it. 

“It is very hot on Belkan for some of you! Excepting Mr. Spock! But we have developed a special fabric: it prevents ultraviolet burns while remaining mostly sheer, as to allow for gestural communication! Our language uses many gestures to indicate nuance or tone, as your Sir Uhura was so clever to note, and so transparency in both clothing and meaning is key!” Tarlay laughed at their own joke and handed the sheer fabric to Spock. Kirk felt his face burn. First the new Starfleet uniforms, and now this? He was starting to think that there might be a god and she was solely interested in bringing Kirk up on charges of sexually harassing a subordinate. 

“Our clothing is very different,” Spock said. “But I see and recognize the logic of yours.” He looked at it, and the slight line between his eyebrows that indicated a frown appeared. “My apologies, Tarlay. How am I to affix this to myself?” He held it up, and it became apparent that the garment was several loops of shimmering fabric with no clear top or bottom. 

“My apologies, Sir Spock! If you will remove your uniform, I will assist you in putting the tinquint on your person.” Kirk made a quick twirling motion with his hand to the rest of the crew, and to their credit every single one of them averted their eyes as Spock shed his uniform and folded it neatly in the cubby. Kirk kept his eyes glued to his feet and counted the scuff marks on the toes of his boots. 

“You look just marvelous, Sir Spock! Does he not?” Tarlay quivered their leaves in approval, and Kirk looked up. If he had leaves, he would quiver them in approval as well, but as it were he clasped his hands in front of him and schooled his features into neutrality. 

The garment sat low on Spock’s hips, draping around him to mid-thigh. There were two ribbons wrapped around his chest, giving him a shimmering appearance, before the streamers crossed over his shoulders and draped down his arms like a shawl, or like dragonfly wings. The edge of his regulation-length Starfleet boxers peeked out from beneath the skirt of the garment. 

“Does he not?” Tarlay repeated, a nervous edge appearing in their voice. 

“He looks great,” Kirk said, smiling at Tarlay while keeping his eyes as far from Spock’s shiny chest as possible. “How do I put mine on?” 

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As they followed Tarlay from the mudroom building towards the dining hall, Spock caught up to Tarlay and asked, “How did your scientists maintain ultraviolet protection while prioritizing transparency?” His hips swayed gently from side to side as they walked over the sands in front of the rest of the group, and the movement shook the fabric of the tinquint in a ripple like wind on water.

Kirk dug his fingernails into his palms and promised himself that he was going to read every word of every cultural briefing book before planning away missions from here on out.

#spirk #my writing #spirktober #spirktober2023 #k/s #kirk/spock

[boxyfont]

Art for Your Home: Custom Art Prints to Elevate Your Home Decor

Art can have a wonderful impact on your home decor. It is one of the most critical aspects in decorating or redoing a home or a small space. Be it a small bedroom or the whole living room, art prints can brighten up a space and add modernity in minutes.

However, at boxyfont, we completely understand that knowing how to choose wall art and the manner in which one displays pieces throughout a home can be a daunting task.

Let’s get started on how our studio’s custom art prints can help elevate your space.

Bedroom: Your bedroom is a safe space, a personal area that is where you unwind after a long and tiresome day. It must reflect your personality. Just like our boxyfont notebooks, the art we do is inspired by classic and contemporary designs. We would like you to select something that defines your persona very closely. A place that you love to travel to, a childhood memory or maybe if you love something abstract, we can design art prints similar to the cover art of our Draftbooks, sleek, modern and minimal.

We know that clients have an emotional connection to the art prints that they invest in. One-of-a-kind pieces that will pop up every time you enter your safe haven is what we will love to design.

Living Room: This space is more of an entertaining area that gives away the essence and design mood of your entire home to the guests that come in. The story being told should be central to your space just like the living room is the center of all entertainment, dinners, and quality time.

Let’s take the artwork that is the signature at boxyfont. The Storybook cover art which depicts a Tale of Three Cities using black ink sketches of striking architectural cityscapes & monuments. The design is entered around detailing. That is the main mood. It will create a gallery like experience when framed onto your living room walls. Monochrome moodboards are best for any living room as most living rooms have a variation of colors across furniture and other accents.

Kitchen: Story telling through art prints on your kitchen wall is a must have this season. Giving a cafe vibe to the heart of your home will help you enjoy the process of cooking and eating a meal even more. From portraits to animals, anything fun like the vintage cover designs of our Kraftbooks, is a great example of adding textures and character to your kitchen. Light wooden frames and canvas printing brings in the warmth and cosiness that everyone loves.

Bathroom:

Surprisingly, the bathroom is a dull space in most homes. However, there are ample ways in which the bathroom can also be made into a quirky space. Art prints are a good way in which one can perk up a bathing space. Eclectic designs with pastel colors like the palette we chose for our Studiobook Wilderness Series would go well in small spaces.

Creating custom art prints is what we love to do at boxyfont. Our designs are always curated straight from our artist’s desk thus adding authenticity to each piece. Handsketched artworks be single subject designs, abstract artworks or architectural sketches, we love creating pieces that will strike a chord with our customers. Connect with us at https://www.boxyfont.com/ or check out our Instagram profile @boxyfont for more details.

#blank novels for writers #artist notebook journal #Draftbook Notepad #boxyfont #home decor