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magics-neptunes-things · 29 days

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Calm After Storm

Hi guys!

It was way too long since I didn't write for Leah, so here is a sweet little thing.

I'm so happy Arsenal won yesterday, even if I almost cry three times and had two hearts attacks. And of course I think about Frida, hopping she's ok :(

TW : Lover fight, Angst.

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Leah is intense. Always have, always been and that’s how you love her. You love how much she can be passionate about everything she’s doing. You love her love for football, for her family, for her friends. She is always here to help her relatives for everything. She’s here for her grandmother when she needs help for groceries, she’s here when her mother can’t walk their dog, she’s here to get her brother to the airport at 8 in the morning even if she played a game the night before, she’s here to support her teammates through injuries.

She’s everywhere she can be, at every time.

You, in another hand, you’re calmer. You’re a little shy and need some time to observe the people you don’t know before opening up. You are as affectionate and attentive to your loved one than Leah, but in a more discreet way.

Those differences are the meanly reasons of why you didn’t understand at first why Leah seems interested in you. You met her thanks to your friend Lotte and Leah took the time to talk to you every time you came to watch Lotte plays. When Leah did her ACL, she attends almost every game, and you talk a lot during this time. That’s where she asks you out for the first time, after having asking Lotte if you are into girls.

You said yes, obviously.

If you didn’t think that Leah must be interested in you, you were deeply charmed by the personality of the blonde. She’s funny, intelligent, great to talk to and you have a lot in common. And yes, you must admit that you find her unbelievably attractive. Like almost half of the population but hey, you’re just a girl.

Leah kissed you at your second date. She asks you at the fourth to be her girlfriend and introduce you to her family after six months of dating. Of course, they already have known about you. And you knew them thanks to the Arsenal VIP room. But it was the first official diner with the Williamson and relatives.

You are not living together for now, but you find yourself a lot at each other’s house. You love being at Leah’s, everything smells like her. But she loves being at your house too. At Christmas, Leah gave you the keys of her house and you gave her the keys of your flat.

You love her, a lot. And you know that she loves you back, even if those precious words were never pronounced to each other. At least you both know that you care for each other. A lot.

That doesn’t mean you never fight, to be honest. Not later than yesterday, you had a really stupid argument about something really stupid. But with Leah’s stress about football and her comeback and your proper tiredness thanks to your job, it was sometimes happening. Some means words were exchanged, and Leah ended up leaving your flat, slamming your door.

Stubbornly, you decided not to write to her. In your opinion, she was wrong, and it was even more wrong to leave the way she did. You were hurt a little bit too, by the argument and after by the fact that Leah didn’t call you or at least send you a message. Not the same night, not the day after.

Almost two days later, you still didn’t have talk to each other. You ask casually to Lotte how Leah is doing when you have her on the phone. But your cousin answers that she was Switzerland in your love life and that she didn’t want to be involved in anything. Unless it’s for marriage or children. So, basically, you don’t know how Leah is today.

You saw the video and the pictures posted by Arsenal’s admin on Instagram, but that’s all. You choose not to go to the game, not sure that Leah wants you here. It’s an important game though, so you decide to watch it on TV. Leah’s starting and it’s strange to see your girlfriend’s face on your TV screen. She’s focused, her glare well fixed on her face. Her blue eyes are piercing her opponents.

But that doesn’t help Arsenal to win today. It wasn’t a big loss, but it was a loss anyway. Leah seems particularly sad, and you feel your heart cracks. So, you decided to jump in a jean, in your car and to go to Arsenal’s stadium. Leah gave you a pass to access to the parking lot, so you just use it to get in it.

You know that Leah went to the game with Beth, so you’re not surprised not to see her car. But, when you get out from yours, you can’t help but feel a little bit uncomfortable. What if Leah doesn’t want you here? Maybe your idea wasn’t as good as you thought at first. You almost decided to leave when Leah passes the door.

She’s looking at the ground, not listening to Beth or Laia Codina who are walking with her. The other blond spots you first and elbows Leah who looks at her. Beth then points in your direction and when Leah spots you too, she seems as surprised as she is relieved.

You don’t move, only waving shyly at her. She gives you a little smile in return, turning into Beth to says her something. You don’t know what it is, but Beth rolls her eyes and push Leah in her direction with her hand before mimic a kick in the ass.

“Hello” you say softly when Leah is next to you.

“Hi” breaths Leah.

You reach out to take her bag, putting it on the back seat of your car. Then you went to opens Leah’s door, but you cross her eyes, and she seems so upset that you can’t do nothing against that. So, you reach out to her again, so that she can grasp it this time. And, when Leah almost jumps on your hand, you take her delicately against you. She hugs you back, putting her face in your neck almost immediately.

“You played good” you whisper after some seconds.

“You weren’t here to watch” Leah objects, her face still in your neck.

“I watched you on TV.”

At your explanation, Leah pushes herself even more against you and you tighten your arms against her. No one like to lose obviously, but you’ve never seen someone with such an ability to take all the blame on themselves. You know that tomorrow, Leah would pass half of her day watching the game, analyzing her mistakes and noting them in her notebook. You hate that damn notebook.

“You still watched me?”

You can’t help but smile, hearing how small your girlfriend is when asks you that question. Leah Williamson, captain of England and Euro champion looks like a little girl right now. No one ever saw this part of Leah, or her mother only maybe. But you do.

“Of course.”

You could have tease her and answering that you wanted to watch Katie, but it wasn’t really the good timing. Leah takes a deep breath and release you, looking attentively at your face before trying another smile. You smile back and stroke her hair before nodding at your car.

“Can I take you home?”

“I’d love to.”

You don’t really talk during the journey to your house, but Leah captures your hand in hers almost immediately. She strokes your fingers and plays with your ring all along, looking out by the window. You let her, knowing with time that she needs some quiet sometimes to figuring things out.

When you get out of your car, you take Leah’s bag with one hand, your girlfriend’s hand with the other and go to the ascensor. In it, you can smell Leah’s shampoo and that’s make you smile. The blonde surprise your smile in the mirror of the ascensor and you just shrug. She doesn’t have the time to question you though, the doors opening just after.

“Do you want to order pizzas? Or I can go to Tesco to take you a ham sandwich if you prefer?”

“Nah, pizza is good Babe. Don’t worry”

You let Leah orders your diner, using this time to wash her dirty laundry before heading back to the living room. Leah had made herself comfortable, lying on your couch. But she stands when she spots you, making you frown.

“We need to talk. About our fight.”

You feel your face fall, hopping to never discuss your fight again. You hate fighting with Leah, and you hate the way you feel after. You were hopping that you can have like a silence contract to forget it. Plus, the We need to talk sentence is never really good. But Leah seems to understand really fast what’s happening in your head, because she takes your hand when she sits down on the couch again, taking you with her. You are almost sitting on her lap when she talks again.

“I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am. I don’t even remember why the fight start, but I shouldn’t have left like that. It was childish and I’m really sorry. Are you still angry with me?”

You shook your head negatively, relieved to learn that Leah doesn’t want to break up or something like that.

“No, I’m not. To be honest, the same night I was more sad to sleep without you than angry.”

“Why didn’t write me?” Leah asks with curiosity.

“I wasn’t sure you’d answer me and I was afraid I’d be even sadder.”

Leah sighs softly, stroking your back. Her eyes are looking at you with intensity and you bite unconsciously your lip.

“Do you want to know a secret?” Leah asks you soon after.

You nod, taking advantage of your position to cuddle against her. Leah puts her chin on top of your head, and you can hear her heart when she talks again.

“I was sad too. I was hopping you will come to the game but when I didn’t see you, I realize how much I fucked up. And after the game, all I was thinking is that I will have to deal with the loss all alone. Almost everyone was going home to their partner and mine was probably angry at me. I just wanted to go home and hide under the cover. When I saw you in the parking lot, I was thinking of the best way to apologize and get you back. I knew it was my fault, but it didn’t ease the sadness of it, it was even worse I think.”

“Don’t say that” you mumble “It was my fault too. We were both arguing.”

Leah hums and you look up at her before kissing her cheek. It was nice to know how much your presence means to Leah whether it’s during the games or at home. You love being here for her obviously.

“But we’re good now, right?”

Leah smiles, with her real smile and you feel your heart fluttered.

“We’re good, my girl.”

Then you kiss her for the first time since the fight and you get lost in your embrace. The kiss is sweet, tender and you feel like floating somewhere above the ground. Maybe your exchange will change in something more passionate if your pizzas weren’t already here.

You eat them in front of the TV, but still cuddling against each other. Leah finishes her pizza first and takes you more against her soon after. She kisses your cheek several times, not really interested in the movie she picks before. When you feel teeth against the skin of your neck, you decide to forget your meal to roll on your girlfriend.

Leah smirks, happy to have all your attention and catch your lips in an intense kiss. You whimper, surprise by the intensity of it but didn’t waist time to answer it.

“Thanks for coming for me tonight.”

Leah whispers it way later, when you were under the cover of your bed, almost asleep. The pizzas were eaten, you forgot the movie to better activities and after that you took a hot bath.

Leah’s body is warm against yours and you hum at first for only answer.

“My pleasure” you mumble, half-hiding your face in her.

You yawn and Leah start scratching your neck, just like she knows you like. You only need thirty seconds to fall asleep after that. Leah needs a little more time, but she watches you sleep to pass time. She knows she’s lucky to have you and she swears to herself not to leave you angry anymore.

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moon-rivr · 6 months

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the other woman part 2

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem reader

warnings: cheating (once more, i do not condone nor endorse this🤨), bit of angst (?), and fluff

author’s note: finally 😱 sorry it took me so long to get it out lol, hope you all enjoy <33 (gave myself ptsd with the frijoles 😓)

word count: 4k

the other woman part one

You re-read the text message from Miguel over and over again until the words were basically imprinted in your brain, the constant reminder of what this relationship really was. It was just an exchange of pleasure, nothing more and nothing less. Though you'd sworn that you wouldn't engage in any of Miguel’s messages anymore, a part of you couldn't help but be curious as to why he wanted to come over now. You took a few deep breaths to calm your self down, your hands clammy as you typed out a response to his message.

You: ok. no hooking up though

Miguel: 👍🏽

About a half hour later, a loud knock was heard on your door, successfully waking you up from the tiny nap you'd taken. You rushed to clean up the empty ice cream container in front of you and wipe away some away some of the stickiness that was in the corner in your mouth. You opened up the door to see Miguel standing there with disheveled hair and his lab coat still on, probably just getting off from work. The two of you awkwardly looked at each other for a couple seconds before you motioned him to come in, opening the door.

He sat on the couch with his arms folded as he watched the tv show in front of him, not saying anything. You had half the mind to ask him what it was he came over for, but you decided just to wait it out and let him speak when he was ready. "So, Dana told me she confronted you at a coffee shop," he spoke up after a couple minutes, his eyes still focused on the tv. "She did, it was my fault though. I shouldn't have been staring at her for so long," you mumbled, still feeling that lingering embarrassment from your previous confrontation with her. He finally shifted his body to face yours, his hands crossed on his lap and he opened his mouth like he wanted to say something but quickly clamped it shut.

"She and I are getting a divorce. She's known for a while now that I've been seeing you and she's been seeing someone else," he told you, your eyes widening a bit in confusion. He'd told you that they were on the path towards fixing things, that he wouldn't need your company anymore the last time he was in your bed, so this came as a complete curveball. "I'm sorry. I know you tried to keep your relationship intact," you offered, putting your hand on his arm to offer him some kind of comfort. He placed his arm on top of yours before he spoke again, "I didn't come here for your sympathy. I came here because.. I want you to be with me. No hiding and no illicit affairs."

You pulled your hand back from his, biting down on your bottom lip as you started to consider the possibility of actually being in a relationship with Miguel. You'd expected for this moment to make you feel better, that you'd be up in the air cheering from joy, but all you felt was doubt crawling up to the forefront of your mind. "Please say something," Miguel let out with a small sigh, his gaze on where his hand was holding yours.

“I don't want to be in a relationship with you, Miguel."

"Why? Is it because of Dana confronting you? We can work around that, I promise."

"No. It's just.. your daughter's just gonna see me as the person that fucked up her parents' relationship."

"Our relationship was fucked before you even came in the picture, chula. Me and Dana were planning on talking to her and explain the situation."

You nibbled on your bottom lip as you withheld the real reason that you didn't want to be involved with him, but you were snapped out of your thoughts when Miguel placed his hand on your shoulder. "Tell me what's stopping you from getting in a relationship with me and we can work it out. Or I can leave and give you some time to think about it," he told you, his eyes not breaking contact with yours as he spoke. "I don't trust you, Miguel. And that wasn't a problem when we were just sleeping together because I wasn't the one you were going home to. But now you're asking me to put trust and hope that you want to be in a relationship with me and I can't," you finally admitted, his face slightly falling as you spoke.

He stood up and brushed away some invisible wrinkles from his dress shirt, looking over at you. "I'm here asking you to be with me and you don't trust me?" He asked you, almost like you were in the wrong for even doubting him. "You cheated on Dana, who may I remind you, you were married to. So is the concept of me worrying about you cheating on me so outlandish?" You respond, standing up as you looked up at him. He let out a small sigh, placing his hand on your cheek before he dipped his head down to kiss your forehead. "I’ll gain your trust, okay?"

The next couple of months following that night, the rumors that Miguel was recently single began to surface around. Even though you'd taken the initiative to get some space away from him, your heart couldn't help but ache every time you saw one of his lab assistants throw themselves at him. You kept your head down and tried to avoid Miguel at the lab as much as possible, but you couldn't help but notice his lingering stares when you came in to check up on his work. You quickly took notice of his bare ring finger but you didn't let it get your hopes up, you felt like Miguel could easily replace you at any moment and that overpowered any feelings that you felt towards him.

You were dreading having to go to the company party this afternoon, but you decided on going regardless since it was a retirement party for one of your old mentors. The heels on your feet felt uncomfortable as soon as you put it on and the dress you were wearing felt too tight, like you couldn't breathe properly, but you eventually tried to calm down and headed to the Alchemax building. You could tell that the party was set up last minute by the way the streamers were just tossed around and the balloons had zero shape, but you found yourself enjoying the atmosphere regardless.

After congratulating Dr. Connors on his retirement, you sat down at one of the tables and drank the champagne that was being passed around by the caterers. Your eyes widened when you saw that Miguel arrived, wearing a black button down and black slacks that fit him perfectly. It was similar to his work attire, but you'd been avoiding him for so long that you forgot just how handsome he could really be. You gulped down the rest of your champagne and silently prayed to whatever entity there was above that he wouldn't approach you, you were certain that your heart couldn't handle it.

"Is this seat taken?" You looked up to see Miguel standing there, his arm on the top of the chair as he started pulling it back. "No," you responded simply, averting your gaze from him and you noticed that some of the other women at the party were staring at him. You looked through your peripheral to see that Miguel was already staring at you, one of his fingers coming to trail the lace of the dress you had on. "Why aren't you out there talking with your other co-workers? They've all been feening after they heard you were single," you turned to ask him, wanting to know his reasoning for being here with you. "Feening?" He asked, a small chuckle escaping from his lips as he looked at you. "And who told you I was single, chula? Even though we're not together, you're the one that owns my heart," he whispered, kissing your forehead before he walked away.

You felt your heartbeat in your ears after he left, completely speechless after what he said. One of the coworkers you frequented lunch with, Alison, walked over to talk to you but your mind couldn't help but race with thoughts about what Miguel had said. You were snapped out of your thoughts when Alison waved in front of your face, your eyes focusing on her once more. "Sorry about that," you muttered, rubbing the side of your neck awkwardly. "What's on your mind?" She asked, not bothering to keep up with the conversation about her research. You shared the details of what happened with Miguel without actually naming him, and you felt a sense of relief when she didn't show any judgement despite you acknowledging that you’d gotten with a married man.

"Well, obviously I don't condone cheating and I do agree with the point that you're making, that you'd be stupid to think that he wouldn't do the same thing to you. But it sounds like he's really willing to put in the work into working this out with you, and I mean you'll never really have a guarantee that he won't cheat but it's better to just try it out," she offered her bit of advice and you nodded, letting the words really sink in. You changed the subject back to her research, not wanting to think about your relationship problems with Miguel for one night, and you actually paid attention to what she was saying this time. The two of you ended up having a pleasant time talking but you couldn't help but notice that across the room, Miguel couldn't keep his eyes off you.

"Ew, dude. What the fuck?!" You exclaimed when you felt someone's saliva hit your arm while you were waiting for the valet to bring your car back. "Sorry about that," you heard the same intern from a couple weeks ago speak, a throaty laugh escaping from her lips. "Do you have a problem with me or something?" You turned around, your brows furrowing as you wiped away the residue. "My problem is that you think you're so much better than us because you got to bang Miguel, but the truth is that you're nothing but a miserable homewrecker," she scoffed, coughing into her arm afterwards. "Like you weren't throwing yourself at him just a couple weeks ago," you countered back, though a small part of you knew that she had a point. She got closer to you, her nostrils flaring and you could've sworn she had something else to say but someone came in between you two.

"That's enough, don't you think?" Miguel spoke, facing her as he blocked your body away from view. "But Mr. O’Hara, she started it. I would never stoop down to her level, I promise," she whined as you rolled your eyes, biting your tongue back. "Just so you have it clear, I will never be interested in you. Not now and not ever. And I don't want to hear you calling her a homewrecker again when you don't have all the facts," he responded, his back tense as he spoke to her. You heard her footsteps retreat and Miguel turned to look at you once she was out of sight, tilting your chin up so you'd look at him. "Don't let her get to you, okay?" He whispered, keeping eye contact with you. You nodded, feeling some butterflies in your stomach as you walked to your car.

You called in sick on Monday, waking up with a headache and fever, your body completely sore. You only got up from the bed when you heard a knock on your door, assuming that it was probably your Amazon package. "What are you doing here?" You asked, your nose sniffling a bit as you looked over at Miguel. "I heard about what happened. I came to bring you some stuff," he told you, holding up a Walgreens bag. You opened the door to let him in, grabbing a couple tissues on the way back to the couch. You grabbed some lysol from a kitchen drawer and began to spray the couch along with the area around you so you wouldn't infect Miguel.

"Vaporub?" You mumbled, holding up the small container as you looked up at him. “Look, say what you want but that thing seriously has some healing abilities," he responded seriously and you simply nodded, rubbing some on your chest. "I wasn't sure if you ate already or not so I brought you some chicken soup. There's also a couple cough syrups in there, I wasn't sure which one to get," he added, sitting down on the couch next to you. You looked over at him, noticing how nervous he looked to be around you once more. "How was work?" You asked, facing away from him as you coughed into your arm.

The two of you ended up watching the second season of Narcos on your couch, talking about work or talking about the show itself. "I’m sorry for trying to pressure you into being in a relationship with me right after I asked for a divorce from my ex-wife. I know why you have your doubts and I'm sorry that I didn't take those things into account," he told you, rubbing small circles on your thigh as the second season ended. You leaned your head against his shoulder, finding comfort in the embrace. Truth was, no matter how much you tried to deny your feelings for Miguel, you always found yourself coming back to feel the comfort that he could provide you with. "It's okay. I just wasn't expecting that after you told me that we'd be ending things."

Miguel’s movements on your thighs suddenly ceased and he turned to look at you, holding your chin up. "I know you're not exactly ready to be in a relationship with me and I can't really blame you for that. but I've been wondering, what if we take this slow? Like I'll take you out once you feel better and we can start getting to know more about each other than what we look like naked," he offered and you had to bite down on your lower lip to prevent yourself from smiling too hard. "I'd like that a lot," you responded, leaning into kiss his cheek before pulling away, remembering that you had a cold.

About a week later, your cold had completely faded away and you got a text from Miguel, telling you to keep your schedule open today. You couldn't help the large grin that appeared on your face at the prospect of finally going on a date with Miguel, at finally being able to be seen in public with him without any repercussions. Nothing could bring down your mood today, not even your bitchy coworkers spreading rumors or the dirty looks you received when you walked down the hall. You did your best to finish your work as soon as possible so you'd have enough time to shower and get ready.

You'd chosen to wear a simple black dress with some flats since you weren't completely sure where Miguel was taking you, not wanting to look too casual or too fancy. You practically ran over to the door when you heard a knock on your door, your eyes widening when you saw miguel and his daughter standing there. "Hola!" Gabriella told you and you could've sworn it was like looking at a replica of Miguel. "Hola chiquitina, how are you?" You smiled, opening the door and stepping back so they'd come in. Gabriella began to talk about her day at school and soccer practice, a small smile forming on your face at just how energetic she seemed to be.

Miguel tapped you on the shoulder, handing you a bouquet of flowers with a small smile on his face. "I hope you don't mind that I brought Gabi over. Her babysitter wasn't available and i thought it would be the perfect opportunity for you to get to know her," he told you, leaning over to kiss you on the cheek. "No worries, she seems like a lovely kid anyways," you responded, bringing the flowers up to your nose as a smile crossed your face. You went over to the kitchen to put them in a vase, setting them on the kitchen table when you felt a tug on your dress.

"Are you gonna be my new mami?" Gabriella asked, a toothy grin on her face as she looked up at you expectantly. You kneeled down to her level, holding her small hands in yours. "I'm not gonna be your new mommy, because you already have a mommy that loves you and cares for you very much. I have no intentions of replacing your mom, but I do have every intention of taking care of you and loving you," you responded honestly, brushing a loose strand of her hair back. The answer seemed to satisfy her since she pulled you into a tight hug, burying her face into you. "Thank you for being nice! A lot of the kids at school complain about their step-mommies being mean."

Miguel ended up taking you two to an arcade so you and Gabriella could have some fun together and have an opportunity to bond. "Papi! Can we have wings, please?" Gabriella asked when you all stepped inside, automatically running to the food court. "Tenemos frijoles en la casa, chiquitina," he protested but he didn't really sound like he meant it. (we have beans at home) "Papi, we've been eating frijoles for two days now. Let's take a break, pleaseee?" She asked him, putting on her best puppy eyes for him. "Yeah Miguel, pleaseee?" You asked, joining Gabriella and making puppy eyes. He let out a small groan, rubbing his temples before he let himself be taken to the food court. "You two combined is gonna be the death of me, I swear."

Though Miguel had been the one to protest the most against buying food, he'd been the one who ordered twelve wings and a large order of fries. "¿No que no querías?" Gabriella teased him, taking a large sip from her milkshake. (thought you didn’t want any) "Well, I couldn't leave you two eating alone, would be very rude of me," he responded as he took a bite from his fries, making Gabriella giggle. “Should've brought your frijoles in a tupperware," you added in as a joke, though his brows furrowed as he considered it. "Might have to do that for the movie theater next time. I swear, those prices are a scam," he muttered before he went back to eating.

The rest of the meal was spent between Gabriella sharing stories about her friends and how she made five goals at practice today and you trying to keep up with what she was telling you, hoping to score some brownie points with her. Miguel had a small smile on his face as he watched you interact with Gabriella, staying silent for most of the meal. "Is something wrong?" You asked Miguel when Gabriella ran off to get the tickets for the games you'd all be playing. "No, the opposite actually. It's so nice seeing you interact well with Gabriella. I was worried that she wouldn't like you but I think she felt reassured when you told her you weren't trying to replace Dana," he responded, holding your hand as he walked with you to where Gabriella was.

You groaned as you struggled to knock the bottles down, but you didn't want to give up out of your want for the huge Spider-Man plushie. Miguel placed a hand on your shoulder, telling you to step to the side before he handed his tickets to the man at the stand. He threw the balls at the bottles, his forearms flexing with every movement and you could've sworn you felt a bit of drool collecting at the side of your mouth. "Which one do you want?" He asked you after he effectively knocked down the bottles, the man at the stand practically seething at how easy it'd been for him. You pointed to the Spider-Man plushie, a big smile on your face as you held it close to your chest once he’d handed it over.

"Thank you," you told Miguel, standing on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek. "Anything to see you smile that way," he remarked, his words always having the ability to make you get flustered. The two of you headed to where Gabriella was at, joining her in the basketball game that she was playing. She let out a scoff after Miguel won, clearly pissed off. "It's not fair! You're basically a giant, papi!" She whined, looking up at him. "Don't be bitter, chiquita. I'll even let you keep the plushie if you behave," he responded, letting out a small chuckle. "Kid has a point, y'know?" You respond, letting out a laugh of your own. Miguel playfully rolled his eyes and bent down to tickle Gabriella, her giggles filling up the mostly empty arcade room.

The three of you went to try out a couple games and you teamed up with Gabriella after she'd asked you to. the two of you had lost against Miguel in the hockey game and he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as he saw the frowns on your faces. "What was unfair about this game, Gabi?" He asked her, his voice taking on a slightly teasing tone. "You're the only unfair part, papi. You're just too good," she grumbled, running off to go play whack a mole. You and Miguel headed towards the car games and even though he could hardly fit on the motorcycle, it was still an enjoyable activity for the both of you.

Miguel handed her the My Little Pony plushie that he'd claimed to get for himself after he won the basketball game, a bright smile on Gabriella’s face as you all walked out of the arcade. "Did you enjoy yourself, nena?" Miguel asked Gabriella, the kid practically beaming as she held the Pinkie Pie plushie. "I did, thank you for letting me meet your girlfriend papi," she replied, and you didn't have the heart to tell her that you weren't Miguel’s girlfriend yet so you stayed quiet. "Thanks for not telling her that we're not dating. She's been really understanding about the divorce but she doesn't quite grasp the concept of the talking stage," he spoke up after gabi fell asleep in the back seat, your eyes drifting from the window to him. "You don't have to thank me for doing the bare minimum, Miguel. I like your kid and i don't wanna see her upset," you assured him, holding his hand that wasn't on the steering wheel.

For the first time since you and Miguel had been intertwined with each other, he brought you over to his place. he carried a sleeping Gabriella inside, taking her with such ease to her room and you couldn't help but look around at the decorations. At the scattered books on the shelves, a combination of some peer-reviewed science journals and kid's stories. You felt like for the first time you'd caught a glimpse of who Miguel was behind that exterior that he put on and you wanted to learn as much as you could. He came back to the living room, wrapping his around your waist as he leaned his head in the crook of your neck. "Ready for bed, chula?"

Miguel didn't try to initiate anything sexual and neither did you, but that didn't stop the two of you from clashing tongues after you guys changed into your pajamas. You'd missed the way he tasted on your tongue, the way he kissed you like he was dying of thirst and you were the only source of water. The two of you eventually came to a stop when a knock was heard on the door, Gabriella standing there with her pinkie pie plushie. "Can I sleep with you guys?" She asked, rubbing her eyes since she was still half asleep. Miguel nodded, making some space in between you two to let her lay down. As you fell asleep that night with your arms wrapped around Gabriella, you couldn't help but feel grateful that Miguel and his little girl had welcomed you to be a part of their family.

@m4dyy @ginnysculture

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violet-butterflies · 8 months

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What would have happened if the reader didn't stop the merman from touching them like that? Letting him starting doing sexual things without complaining because they were actually curious of what he could have done? If it's ok for you a male reader? Or gender neutral goes perfectly too!

❥︎ yandere! Merman Spin-off

❥︎ Warnings ! ☞︎︎︎ sexual harassment, smut, hints to overstimulation ( male yandere! oc x gn reader ) Click to see part 1 and part 2 !

For some reason, you couldn't find it in you to move away from his grasp. You can hear him moaning and sighing as he passionately marked your neck. Before you lost all the air in your lungs, you were brought back to the surface. The merman looked at you with lustful crystal blue eyes while yours was filled with surprise as you breathed heavily.

You were about to stand and leave the cave to do your job before the merman snatched your hand and pulled you into the water with him. Startled, your body froze as the merman smiled when he looked at you. He hugged you and began to kiss your neck. Not only that, he began clawing at your clothes as he gave you a passionate kiss.

Seeing that you weren't moving away, he began kissing you as he tried to take your clothes off, whining when he couldn't rip them off on the first try. After a few more tugs through the shirt rips, revealing your chest. He took a moment to admire your bare chest before peppering hisses on your chest. Your hands instantly weaved themselves through the merman's long, silver hair.

You didn't why you didn't move. Maybe it was the heat of the moment. Maybe it was because you couldn't think about what to do at the moment. But one thing was sure.

You were curious about what the merman would do to you if you stayed.

While you were zoned out, the merman quickly dived down to your crotch area and took your pants off, revealing your bare and naked body. He was met face-to-face with your genitals before taking you into his mouth, trying his best to explore all your parts and what makes your hands pull his hair harder in pleasure with.

"O-Oh my god," you can't help but moaned out. You could feel the vibrations of the merman growling with pride against you before he surfaced back up to you.

"Me did well?" He asked you, looking for praise. You barely could answer though as he left you all edged from your release since he stopped right before you came. In your moment of slight dissociation, your eyes landed on the merman's lower half.

He had two penises, both red, angry, and extremely hard.

"What the fuck..." eyes still wide with surprise, making the merman smirk before beginning to kiss your face and ears. As he began to whisper sweet nothings into your ears, you felt him line himself in front of your entrance before thrusting quickly, making you gasp loudly.

The merman began to feverishly thrust into you as he loudly moans into your ears. His hare chest is right on top of yours while his slightly muscular arms kept you as close as possible. One of his dick was inside you while the other was pressed firmly on your bare stomach. Your hands were still lost in his hair while it cascaded and framed the two of you perfectly in the water.

"So good... y/n so pretty... My pretty mate..." he growls into your ears. He kept nipping your ears or your throat while the trusts became even more unorderly. He was going to cum soon and so were you.

You never expected something like this to happen when you first saw the lost and injured merman for the first time. His large cock inside your hole as your fingers were lost in his hair, you let out moans, gasps, and mewls.

After a final deep thrust, warmth fills your stomach as you both released at the same time. Moans echoed within the little cave you were in as you fell limp into his arms. You were ready to just rest and go to sleep.

The merman though, he had other plans in mind.

A/N This is my first time ever writing smut so I'm so so sorry if this is cringe. All words aside this is just a spin-off and what if moment so it is not canon! Anyways, I had fun writing this and I hope you enjoyed and thank you to whoever sent this request in!

#thanks for the ask!#Answer from the butterflies #tw: yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc #male yandere #lovesick #yandere merman #yandere merman x reader #smut #male yandere x reader

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slayfics · 8 months

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You help Eijiro dye his hair.

1,300 words~

You were finishing up your dinner and walking over to place your dishes in the kitchen when you passed Eijiro. He was adjusting the band tied around his head looking slightly self-conscious. Eijiro only wore a band around his head when his roots started to show.

You set down your tray and passed behind him being careful to whisper so no one else could hear.

"Do you want help with your hair tonight, Kirishima?" You said softly.

Eijiro turned around surprised and smiled.

"Yeah, that would be great!" He answered.

For some reason, he still wanted to keep it a secret that his true hair color wasn't red. You were the only one to know, and being a good friend you offered to help dye his hair whenever his dark roots started to show. Eijiro would never tell you when he needed help though he always waited for you to offer. No matter how many times you told him it wasn't a bother.

After everyone had gone into their respective dorms, you found yourself in the familiar place of helping Eijiro wash out his hair. This had become a routine that occurred about once a month. You'd bleach his roots, then slather them in whatever cheap red dye you both got your hands on. The two of you had the usual awkward conversation in his dorm while you waited for the dye to set.

Your fingers grazed his scalp as you pressed his head under the water and ran your fingers through his hair washing out the excess dye. For a moment you lost yourself in the useless conversation you were having while waiting for the dye. Why did you never know what to say to him? It came so easy in conversations with others but something about Eijiro always made you lose your usual cool demeanor.

"Hey, careful man, you're gonna drown me," Eijiro said under the faucet water.

"Oh sorry!" You responded, your stomach sinking. You knew Eijiro used the term man for almost anyone. It was meant to be an endearing term, but every time he called you it you couldn't help but wonder if that meant he saw you as purely a friend and not someone he'd be romantically interested in.

You turned the sink off having got off all the excess dye you needed to.

"Here," you handed Eijiro a towel.

"Thanks," he said, eyes half closed from the water causing him to grab more of your hand than he needed to when he reached for the towel.

A slight blush arrived on your cheeks due to his touch. Thankfully, Eijiro had his whole head under a towel and hadn't noticed. You left him in the bathroom and went to sit on his bed.

As he walked out of the bathroom removing the towel he saw you take a long yawn. You started dying his hair later than usual today. Everyone was pretty rowdy and it took them longer to clear out of the common room. Making it harder for you to sneak up into Eijiro's room.

"Oh-," He exclaimed, after seeing you sitting on the bed.

"Sorry, I'll go right now just needed to rest my feet for a second," You answered, taking his exclamation as a surprise for you still being in his room.

"No man, that's ok take as long as you need," He said, sitting down on the bed a few feet away from you as he continued to dry part of his hair.

You looked over and watched as he rubbed the towel through his hair. He peeked out from the towel revealing the left side of his face and noticed you watching him. That's when you noticed some red on his face.

"Oh, I'm sorry I think I got dye on your face this time," You said, reaching out to rub the red off of his left cheek.

Eijiro's eyes widened as he watched helplessly as you rubbed his cheek with your finger. Biting his lip and shivering slightly he seemed just like a deer lost in the headlights.

"Hu- it's being kind of stubborn," You laughed, not being able to remove the redness. Eijiro removed the towel from his head, uncovering his whole face. That's when you noticed it wasn't dye on his cheek. Both of his cheeks were beet red. He was blushing.

"Oh-," You exclaimed feeling embarrassed. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," You said, averting your gaze from him.

"No no it's fine-, It's just you sitting on my bed is a bit much ya know?" He laughed nervously.

"Right!" You stood up instantly not understanding what he meant. Eijiro was clearly flustered at having an attractive person on his bed but you interrupted his statement as meaning you overstepped your boundary. "I'm so sorry I'll go now!" You said hurriedly.

"No no! It's not like that. Sorry, I guess I didn't explain right," He laughed rubbing the back of his neck.

You looked up at him completely confused now.

"It's just you know- you're really hot and well having you here is always a bit overwhelming. Especially, walking out of the bathroom and seeing you sitting on my bed," He confessed, his cheeks flushing even more.

"Oh!" You said, finally understanding.

"Not that I was thinking anything disrespectful or anything! Promise I'm not trying to be a creep!" He explained, hurriedly feeling nervous about his confession.

You couldn't help but giggle at his explanation and obvious nervousness. It helped you to relax on your own not feeling so off put by him now. You sat back down on the bed but this time right next to him. "That's ok Kirishima! If we're being honest I think you're um- hot too," You laughed nervously, looking away from him, finding it too hard to watch his expression.

"What really? Are you being serious? You of all people think that?? No way! You're messing with me aren't you," He said.

"Hu?" You looked at him confused. "Why would I be messing with you?"

"Well... It's just you're amazing. You make everything look so easy. Like nothing is a challenge to you, nothing seems to discourage you. I... I admire that a lot and I've well... even taken a lot of inspiration from you. So hearing you think that about me... well it doesn't feel real..." He said, looking down, arms resting on his knees.

"Kirishima," you said, causing him to look up at you with widened eyes. "You're amazing yourself you know? You always stay so positive and never let setbacks get to you. You always show up ready to take on whatever. Plus you're like the sweetest boy I've ever met," You said, smiling at him.

"Wow, you really mean that don't you?" He said, finally accepting your confession to be true.

"Of course I do, I've admired you for a long time you know. And, I always look forward to being able to help with your hair. It's like the only alone time I get with you," You said, blushing slightly again.

"Yeah, I like it too, and it feels really good when you touch my hair," He covered his mouth instantly. "Sorry that sounded totally creepy didn't it!" He spoke, becoming flustered.

You giggled at his full honesty, "No, that was so cute," You said running your fingers through his hair causing his whole face to turn red once more. He turned to face you, eyes looking completely endearing as if it was the first time he was able to look at you the way he truly wanted to.

"Do you um..." You cut off feeling paralyzed by the pure sweetness in his eyes.

"Yeah...?" He mumbled, still watching you like a love-sick puppy.

"Do you want to kiss me?" You asked.

"I uh- umm... yeah I.-," Eijiro turned into a complete, bumbling mess unable to get a single word out.

Realizing you'd have to make the first move, you leaned in and gently pressed your lips to his, causing his rambling to instantly stop. He stayed frozen completely overwhelmed by the moment.

You pulled away slowly, both of you having deep blushes that mirrored each other.

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then," You said, trying to stay cool but feeling completely overwhelmed with happiness.

"Uh yeah, see you tomorrow," he said softly, as a dumb grin spread across his face.

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eyesthecolorofarson · 3 months

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Lower Lifeforms

Someone has broken into The Batcave. They don’t know how, but suddenly two lifeforms were detected in the middle of the Batmobiles runway. Lifeforms, Tim noted, not humans. They all rushed into the cave, and were met with two Damian’s.

They could tell who their Damian was by the Robin costume so not a shapeshifter, but he was wearing a black suit with white gloves, boots and cape with a pulled down hood. His hair took the form of a flame, and his eyes were glowing red. Despite this his facial features were identical to Damian’s, even the scowl directed at them looked to be pulled right off of Damian’s face.

He heard Jason shout and turned to see a girl, also identical to Damian and more so with the other one, fighting Jason and Dick at the same time. She was wearing a suit similar to the other, just the top was cropped and half was white and the other half black. Tim joined the fray, but they were quickly defeated. Ice was wrapped around their arms and legs, and Damian was already iced to the floor. The girl whooped and jumped over them playfully.

“Great,” he heard Jason mutter, “more demon brats.” The girl paused and turned, as did the boy. They tilted their heads in sync, the boy looking far more annoyed and the girl amused. “‘Demon brat’,” she repeated thoughtfully, “Is that a new slur humans are callin us?” The boy scoffed so much like Damian and walked towards the Batcomputer. “Wouldn’t surprise me.” He turned towards them and glared.

“It’s just as uncreative as the other ones.” He turned back to the Batcomputer and started typing. Ok, Tim thought, let’s recap. There were two kids who looked identical to Damian in the Batcave. These kids were a different species that had interacted with humans before, and all these interactions had been bad enough and gone on long enough that there were human slurs for their species. These Damian-lookalikes wanted information on all the meta laws and extraterrestrial species laws in place on earth, from what he could see the boy looking up on the Batcomputer.

“It’s not! Really it’s not! It’s just that—“ Dick didn’t get to continue. The ice around his arms extended to cover his mouth, stopping just below his nose. The same happened to them. “Hey!” The girl whined, “I wanted to hear what he’d say!” The boy scoffed. “Humans don’t have anything good to say about us, so I don’t understand why you always want to hear them talk.” The girl huffed and went to the boys side.

“It’s history! We can put it in the books ‘humans called us this for this reason, and it meant this’,” she mimed reading from a book, and the boy huffed. “We already know why they call us names. It’s not any important as the other ones.” It was silent as he typed quickly, and more information came up. Earths relationship with the Martians, the Tamaraneans, Kryptonions, magic users and ultraterrestrials. So they were from off planet.

“What if they’re nice?” The girl asked, and the boy sighed. “Have you ever met a nice human?” The girl answered no. “Have you ever heard of a nice human?” The girl thought, then answered no. “Has any human even pretended to be nice to you?” The girl answered no again. “Humans aren’t capable of being what we know as ‘nice’ or ‘kind’; kindness is a form of higher cognitive ability and empathy, something human brains haven’t developed over the hundreds of years they’ve had the chances to. What they instead developed is a higher level of aggression.”

The boy touched screen, and the Batcomputer glitched as something green spread into the boys hand. He pulled his hand away, and turned towards them. The ice around their mouths and Damian melted away, leaving no water behind. “What are you?” Damian hissed, and was easily knocked to the ground. “If you hate us so much, why not kill us?” The boys scoffed and leaned in close.

“Because we are better than you. The only thing humans see as an answer is war, is blood and death. We’re capable of more than the senseless violence you’ve built your societies on.” He stood smoothly and walked down the way they’d appeared. “Da⃠nella,” he called, “let’s go.” Da⃠nella waved and the rest of the ice melted, and they scrambled to follow.

The last they saw of Da⃠nella and the boy they were walking into a bright green portal.

#dan phantom redemption #dp x dc prompt #batfamily #dp x dc crossover #dan phantom #danielle phantom #Ghost are different species au #Ultraterrestrials au #If you want to continue this please do!

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jackdaw-and-hattrick · 11 months

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Snippet I probably won't use

“Can you fix it?” Jason whispered, eyes locked on the young man before him with a kind of long-dead faith. His knees had grown soaked where he knelt before him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, and Jason was shocked to see real tears in those bright green eyes, “there's nothing I can do.”

Something in him tightened, whatever hope he’d allowed to build in him quickly morphing to anger.

“Why not?”, Jason half yelled, the words tasting too much like desperation in his mouth.

“The thing is, the Pits, they're a part of you. The reason the rage never faded was because of what you are; a revenant. Decades of death throws permeated the ectoplasm, and when you were tossed in they saw what you were and bonded with your core. Like sees like and all that. What matters is that trying to remove those pieces from the pits would just break your core.”

“So?”

“Jason,” narrow hands wrapped around his face, the harsh cold shocking him out of himself, how did he know his name?, “it would kill you. Actually kill you. As in, do not pass go, do not collect, completely, totally gone.”

Jason fought the urge to repeat himself. He had things to live for, he had to remember that, no matter how much he was doubting their weight in the face of this new hit. He had never expected the pits to be cured, so why was he breaking over the confirmation of his suspicion? Why was he so hurt by the realization that it really was just him? Jason’s heart was that his heart? hurt like a bullet wound three days after when the ache set in.

“Hey, hey, look at me.”

Jason did. For the first time, he fully saw the man above him. He looked like an angel.

“It's ok. You’re ok. I know you don't believe that, but it's true. Look at you, you’ve got all the rage and sorrow of untold souls clawing at your head, and you still choose every day to be good. I’ve seen folks like you. Most take decades to move past their pain, but you? You took two or three years. That's like a week in ghost terms. You took all that hurt and redirected it to make your world a better place. I don't know about you, but that's pretty damn impressive. The pits are you, yeah, but so’s the progress.”

“Pretty damn hard to get excited ‘bout that right now.” Jason half-spat, half-sighed.

“Yeah.” the man pulled back for a moment, only to settle down next to Jason, one arm wrapping around his shoulder.

“What, no great wisdom to impart?”

“No, sorry.”

Jason looked up. It was a rare clear night, a new moon darkening the sky, and above he could just see a handful of constellations not drowned out by city lights. Thinking about the strange silver-haired angel next to him, some little childlike piece of him wondered if he was the moon cast down from heights to hold him.

“Pretty night.”, he said, cursing himself for breaking the soft quiet that had blanketed the two.

“Yeah, yeah it is.”

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dc x dp #jason todd #snippet #religous imagery #little bit of a different take #been thinking about how many fics featuring Jason focus on fixing him and wanted a different look

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thedvilsinthedetails · 3 months

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microfic for @wolfstarmicrofic

written with the prompt ‘be mine’

Word count: 1134 (sorry this one’s quite long)

First half here

It just kept getting worse. And Remus wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

“You look amazing today Moony.”

Sirius batted his eyes as he reached out a hand and took Remus’. He began to fiddle with his rings, twisting them round, leaning closer and closer and-

“God you just won’t quit will you?”

Sirius raised a single eyebrow at him as he spoke.

“You haven’t asked me to. Why haven’t you asked me to?”

“Well I didn’t think that would work.”

Remus muttered, dropping his gaze down.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Remus balled up his hands into little fists. He was blushing profusely now, he knew.

“The month is nearly up, I mean there’s not really much point so-“

“You don’t want me to stop.”

Remus snuck a look up and fuck that was a mistake. Sirius looked like, well godrick, he looked like a fucking Greek god, grinning smugly down at where Remus was sat on the bed.

“Moony…do you like me?”

“I-“

Remus just trailed off. It was over. Years of pining. Years of unrequited love. Years of wishing the butterflies in his stomach would fly away or just die already. Years of wishing more than anything that Sirius would just-

Sirius sat down next to him, lifting a hand up tentatively, hovering it over Remus’ chin.

“Moony can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

Remus had barely breathed it out when he felt warm lips crash into his. He sighed into it immediately and brought his hand up to the nape of Sirius’ neck, fisting it in his lovely, lovely curls there. His fucking hair. The only fucking reason he was kissing him at all. And Remus was sick and pandering and doting and fucking obsessed with Sirius but this, this was fucking selfish. I’m in love with you. And you’re kissing me. I’m in love with you and you’re kissing me and the only reason you’re kissing me is because you don’t want a haircut. And I’m ok with that and I’m so, so fucking happy right now and this is the happiest I’ll ever be in my entire life because I am too fucking weak to cut you out of it. And isn’t that so sad? That I live for you even if you don’t care. That I will never move on and I will never not love you. But you will never love me. And I’m ok with that. I wish I wasn’t. I wish I wasn’t I wish I wasn’t I wish I wasn’t I wish I wasn’t I wish I-

Sirius shifted his lips to Remus’ neck and Remus gasped a breath. He took the moment as a break, seeing clarity and shoving Sirius off the bed. Sirius fell away stumbling, eyebrows furrowed.

“Hey what the fuck was-“

Remus let out a sob. Sirius’ expression immediately changed. Anger gone, replaced with concern and fucking caring. Don’t pretend to care about me please I’m begging you just be mean, be cruel, mock me. It makes it easier.

“Remus, hey, hey, look at me what’s wrong?”

Sirius reached a hand to touch his cheek and Remus batted it away, trying to fight the tears because Remus Lupin does not cry. But he’s crying now.

“Don’t, DON’T fucking touch me!”

“Remus what happened? What did I do wrong?”

“Just get out of here for fuck’s sake. Leave me alone. You got what you wanted, no fucking haircut for you Mr irresistible. I hope it was fucking worth it.”

And then Sirius began to laugh. Laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and mock and belittle and Remus cried. It was like a fucking stab to the heart. Thank merlin though. Now I can hate him. Get over him and hate him. But that was a lie too because Remus Lupin could never hate Sirius Black. I’ll pretend to hate you. I know I will. But the moment you call I’ll come fucking crawling because I am pathetic. I’ll be pathetic for you. Always. Fucking always. I hate you I hate you I hate you I love you. I love you and I hate you for it.

“Moony…you think that’s why I wanted to kiss you?”

Sirius’ eyes were crinkled, smile wide and he looked goddamn angelic which really wasn’t bloody helping Remus get over him. How dare you be so cruel and look so sweet?

“Of course it’s why you wanted to kiss me. You and your fucking bet! There’s no other- and it’s fucking low you know? It’s fucking low because I am in love with you Sirius Black. And you kissed me to win a fucking bet. And I am in love with you.”

His face crumpled as he said ‘love’, tears were fast rolling down his face now, he didn’t bother trying to wipe them away. They’d just get replaced again and it wasn’t fucking worth it.

“Moony, mo- Remus. Please look at me. I lost the bet.”

Remus glanced up.

“What?”

“I lost the bet. The bet was to get you to kiss me. I kissed you. I lost the bet.”

“Then why…”

“Because I like you Moony. I like you a lot. Hell, I’m in love with you too! The only reason I made that fucking bet was to have an excuse to flirt with you openly because… man you are fucking clueless!”

“Are you lying? Because I swear to god if this is a lie I’ll-“

Sirius let out a laugh, his eyes were shining now too, they were a stormy grey like a night sky about to rain with still un-shed tears.

“No I’m not lying.”

Remus reached out a hand and wrapped it around Sirius’ waist, tugging him onto his lap. Sirius immediately straddled him, kissing the tears on his cheeks.

“You taste salty.”

“No shit Sherlock.”

“Wow. Ok Merlin you’re such a bad romantic.”

“You made a bet so you could flirt with me so um, pot calling the kettle black there I think.”

Sirius chuckled.

“Remus?”

He asked quietly, face nuzzled against his neck.

“Yeah?”

“Be mine?”

Remus shifted slightly, taking Sirius head and cupping his face gently so he could see him. He looked vulnerable. And Sirius Black never looked vulnerable. But here he was, wide eyes painted in fear. And Remus Lupin didn’t cry. But here he was covered in a trail of tears.

“Always was, always will be love.”

And he kissed him. And it was everything.

•••

“And now you don’t have to cut your bloody hair.”

He whispered in Sirius’ ear. Sirius smiled softly where he was curled up against Remus’ chest.

“I love you. So much.”

He added. He needed to make up for all the times he could have- should have said it but didn’t.

“I love you too.”

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queenhunter102 · 2 months

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Part 11

(Part 10) (PART 12)

Then came a knock at the door, followed by a collective groan, loud and annoyed, “I swear by the moon, that you will tell us your little secret” Johnny said, as he walked to the door opening it a crack. You smiled, glad for the interruption not wishing to be isolated so soon, not sure if you could take another pack icing you out, you had hardly had any time to enjoy having a pack before you were iced out. Your nose twitched at the smell of another alpha, the hair on your skin rising and your skin prickling, when you heard the offending alpha’s voice “I want your superior officer” the voice said, as the intruding alpha pushed the door, forcing his energy into your space without ever stepping foot inside, it both pissed you off and frightened you. John tensed as he turned his head to the offending Alpha, “Why? They haven’t done anything, it was your man who stepped out of line, Captain Wells” he said, as he slowly crept his way in front of you, shielding you from the Alpha’s view. “The little breeder hurt one of my men” Captain Wells gritted out, you cringed when he called you a breeder, the word sounding like venom to your ears. “They only defended themselves, they have every right to do so since the OFARC was introduced in 2006,” John said, as he casually crossed his arms, trying to make himself appear larger. Captain Wells growled, “Not on Military ground, we have rules stat-” he cut off by Gaz “ORO, subsection D paragraph 2 Line three ORO allows Omegas to assert their autonomy against unwanted Alpha interactions, ensuring their safety and dignity. And encourages them to defend themselves from aggression or coercion” He says, not looking at the Alpha only at you his eyes scanning over your body. You like Gaz, he was a sweet alpha, a kind alpha, and he knew to check in on you in situations like this, to make sure you were ok, the growl from Captain Wells snapped you back to the danger you were in. “We have rules for a reason, so mutts like that don’t get in between us” Captain Wells spits, as he takes a step into the room, the resounding growl he received was deafening, as you pulled away from the sound that seemed to be coming from the very walls you leaned against.

John raised his hand into the air before closing it into a tight fist, you could hear him grit his teeth in anger as he spoke “This is an omega sanctuary why are you trying to get inside” he said half growling, you peaked over his burly body to look at Captain Wells, his left being the only one inside you little barrack, your little den. “Omega’s don’t aren’t rewarded with sanctuary, especially little shits like them who think it’s ok to hurt those purer than them,” he said as he lunged for you. You were faster, lunging for him as you used your pitiful body weight against his far larger and far stronger one, it wasn’t the best fight, with you pinned under him, doing your damndest to reign in several punches, your NBOC training kicking in, as you block the majority of his punches. You hear, arguing and growls, while you give as good as you get, it wasn’t long until you heard more arguing and more growls, and the sound of flesh hitting flesh, a sound you didn’t want to hear again not at least for some time came crashing into your ears. You managed to find your way on top of Captain Wells, giving you a chance to see two other Alphas in your space one had Alejandro pinned to a wall while Simon was trying to pull him off, and John was pinned to the wall the intruding Alpha’s back to his chest while Johnny and Gaz took turns punching him, you gasped as Captain Wells had grasped your throat in his tight grip squeezing it. You panic from the sudden loss of air, your hands reaching up and clawing at his hand instead, trying to pry his fingers off your throat you try and produce a growl, a whine something anything, that would get your teammate's attention but Captain Wells was squeezing too hard. He brought you close to his face, “Now lookie here if the big tough omega, isn’t reduced to snivelling, snotting bitch” he spat, in your haze of panic you claw his face, he yelled as he let go, allowing you the chance to scramble backwards, your hand grasped your throat, it now marked from his grip. You slide away from him, finding a spot under one of the beds sliding under it, you hear a growl and then a body hitting a wall before it slides down, you watch their legs and boots, and you yelp when a hand grabs your hair dragging you from under the bed. You twist in their grasp your hands trying to find purchase on something, hell you’d take a pillow if it meant putting distance between you and your attacker, Captain Wells growled as he pulled you up to his face level. “Pathetic, really the MI5 sent you here” He growled as he punched you, your head not giving much room to reel back from his hit.

It wasn’t long before he dragged you further along the floor as you scrambled to scratch him, he laughed as he moved towards the door, “Drop them James” John growled as he threw the younger Alpha to the floor. “Why? They’re pathetic, weak even” he said shaking you as you clawed at his hand, “Drop them, James, I won’t ask again” John said, as he stood standing between you and the door.

Captain Wells, growls and grits his teeth as he shakes you again for a final time before he throws to John’s feet, “I don’t get why we breed with such mutts” he says as he gives you a final kick to the stomach. As he steps over you laughing at the grunt you made, John grabs Captain Wells, hauling him over you completely, bringing him close to his face, “Listen here James, they didn’t do shit wrong, they defended themselves from shitbags like you” he grunted as he threw Captain Wells out. Followed by Captain Wells's two henchmen, the curtsey of Simon and Gaz, John huffed as he turned to you eyeing where you lay on the floor.

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lilysbookshelf987 · 3 months

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New camper: Percy Jackson x reader (daughter of apollo)

A/n: thank you so much for giving this a read! This is my first time writing for the PJO universe so let me know if you like it! Requests are open! No NSFW or Smut! Enjoy

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"Good morning" Percy said tiredly, greeting his best friend Grover at the dining pavilion, taking a seat next to him.

"Morning" Grover replied, "hey did you see Annabeth on your way here? She's usually the first one here and I haven't seen her yet"

As if almost on cue she was walking towards the boys, an excited smirk painted across her face.

"Camp Half-Blood has a new camper!"

"What?!" replied Percy

"She showed up late last night, all alone. Chiron told me she had been hurt pretty badly but he took her into the infirmary and gave her some Ambrosia"

"She took it? So, she's definitely a half-blood?" Percy asked

"Yep! We should be meeting her later today" Annabeth was ecstatic, she loved new campers!

--time skip--

As the day went on there was still no sight of the new camper. Word had made its way around camp and people began to take their guesses as to who was her parent.

"I hope she's in our cabin!" A child of Aphrodite had said

"No! I bet she HAS to be in ours! Showing up without a Satyr by her side means she's a warrior"an Ares kid chimed

"As long as she's not in ours I dont care" a tired looking Hermes kid said.

It was almost dinner time when Chiron had found Percy, sparring with someone from the Ares cabin.

"Percy can I speak to you for a moment?"

"Yeah sure" he said, removing his helmet and recapping his sword.

"Im sure you've heard we've had a new camper join us."

"Yeah it's all over camp" he replied

"Ah yes. Well let's say she hasn't been thrilled to learn about her new family. Reminds me a lot of you when you first came here"

Percy thought back to his first few days at camp. He was confused, scared, angry, and very much overwhelmed.

"I was wondering if you could help ease her mind by speaking to her. You understand what she's feeling better than I can."

"And im not half horse" Percy smiled

"Yes there is that" Chiron chuckled

"Alright I want to meet her!" Percy agreed. He really did want to help, but he also knew how jealous Annabeth would be that he met her first. The two walked into the big house and there she was, staring down at her feet.

"Y/N, this is Percy, son of Poseidon. Percy this is Y/N. I'm sure you two will get long swimmingly" Chiron chuckled at his own joke, "I will give you two some privacy" with that, he left the room. Leaving the two teenagers alone.

An awkward silence filled the room, when finally Y/N broke the silence.

"Son of Poseidon, huh?" she asked

"That's me" he smiled, proud of the title he held.

"That's crazy, the gods don't exist!"

"They do exist. I know it all feels a bit insane at first but-"

"A bit?! My whole life i've had these things coming after me and I didn't understand why. I thought I was insane and seeing things, but apparently that's normal?! And my dad? The reason he's neglected me my whole life was because he was a god?! There's just no way"

"Hey, it's gonna be ok. I know how you feel. I felt like that when I first got here. All my life my dad wasn't someone I had thought about much because I had my mom, and thats all I needed. Then I find out that he's now the most important thing in my life? I had so many emotions, but if you just give this place a chance? I promise everything gets a lot less scary"

This seem to get to the girl. She started to tear up.

"Ok, i'll try." she whispered

"I'll show you around and it'll all be ok, I promise."

The two made their way around camp, Y/N was mostly silent. "The sun is so warm here, it's not like that where I'm from"

"Everything is a little bit stronger here."

"I can tell" she smiled

"So, do you have any idea who your dad might be?" Percy asked, careful not to poke at the sensitive subject.

"I think but I'm not sure. My mom used to talk about Apollo, a way she never did about other Gods"

"Ok then...then we have to find a way for him to see you! If he see's you, he'll claim you!"

"Yeah but how?"

"Gods dont claim you because they feel like it, you have to work for it" Annabeth said, inviting herself to the conversation.

"Y/N this is Annabeth, daughter of Athena"

"Hey" Y/n said

"Percy have you taken her to the archery field? Apollo kids thrive there"

"No I didn't"

"Seaweed brain c'mon!" Annabeth rolled her eyes, "Lets go" she led the two there and put a bow and arrow in Y/N's hands. The girl had fired it easily and hit the bullseye.

"Beginners luck?" y/n asked

"Go again" Chiron said, but before she could something came flying down at her, she shot it down easily.

"That could've killed us" Percy said, mouth agape, "and you shot it down with ease!" he said

"Look!" One of the campers said

Y/N was becoming engulfed in a bright light and a sun appeared over her head. She was now an official resident of cabin 7

#pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #annabeth pjo #apollo #greek gods #pjo x reader

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mrspanther · 9 days

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Missed Birthday - Miguel O´Hara

When he finally came home, the whole house was dark except for the last candle which was ready to lose its light soon. He deeply sighed at the look of a fully prepared dinner table with food that you had been preparing probably the whole day. Miguel told you not to cook, and that he would take you somewhere for a nice dinner, but you probably knew that he would not be able to make his promise come true. He leaned down to blow the candle when he spotted his favorite dessert that you have made just for him, untouched. It was your birthday and you made HIS favorite meals? With a head full of disappointment himself, he went upstairs ready to apologize at least a thousand times.

Miguel was trying so hard to come back to you every day at a reasonable time. But today was different. Of course, the biggest emergency came not last month, not last week, or yesterday. It had to happen today. All he could think about the whole time was you, the reservation he had in your favorite restaurant, the flowers he was not able to pick up, and the small red box that was hidden in his pocket.

He could vividly imagine how you cooked dinner. Speakers playing your favorite music and having fun dancing in the kitchen. You were always so excited to see his face brighten every time he took a bite of your food. He praised you for taking such good care of him, he thanked you for loving him. Everyday. And he could not come home for your birthday at the promised time?

Miguel stopped in the middle of your shared bedroom to realize that the bed was empty. His heart started racing and his head was filled with the worst scenarios. What if you had enough and you left? He panicked. He ran downstairs to check if your handbag was still there. You would not leave without it. His heart filled with a small wave of relief when he spotted the bag at its usual place. He quickly grabbed it to check if your wallet was there. Frantically going through your belongings in your bag he accidentally spilled half of your stuff on the floor.

"Miguel?" An almost silent voice interrupted his search party.

"MY LOVE!" He jumped to the couch where you fell asleep while waiting for him for hours.

Miguel hugged you so tightly that he almost broke your ribs.

"Uh, that… hurts...." You tried to escape his embrace.

"I am so sorry. Really sorry. Can you forgive me?"

"That's ok. You are always a little rough if you don't control yourself." You smiled as you stood up wrapped in a blanket and slowly headed to your master bedroom.

"I meant to ruin your day. I will make it up for you."

You stopped. "I know. But I would prefer if there would be nothing to fix. I don't know if I like this."

His heart stopped. He just stood there in the middle of the living room watching you trying to leave the room in the dark.

"Ouch!" You moaned as you stumbled on the furniture in your way.

"Let me." Miguel picked you up into his arms ignoring your objections.

After carefully placing you on the bed he turned on a small lamp on the nightstand and his breath got stuck in his lungs.

Emerging from the dark, your eyes were staring at him with a glow that he had never seen before. Why are you so beautiful? Your messy hair, big sleepy eyes, and face that was made for caressing.

A sudden urge moved him closer to you as he leaned to taste your lips begging to be kissed.

But you turned your head away from him.

You could have stabbed him right into the heart and he would feel the same pain as he did at the sight of you pulling yourself away.

"Y/N?" His voice filled with longing for your closeness.

Without a word you stood up and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind you. All he could hear was his aching heart beating in the tight chest and water filling the bathtub.

Miguel wanted to leave you space, not pushing on you, but he could not help himself. Your love and your relationship was built on the constant physical closeness. There was not a minute when he was not holding your hand, hugging you or at least caressing your face. Seeing you pulling away was something he never experienced and it was driving him crazy.

After not getting any answer he lightly knocked on the bathroom door, and Miguel went straight in.

"Can I take a bath in peace, please?" You said almost fully submerged in the warm water.

"Anything you want, my sun." Miguel smiled as he sat down by the bathtub. I just want to be close to you.

"That is a surprise." You murmured.

"It was not my fault." He sighed. "You know that…"

"I know what?" You looked him straight in the eyes. "That I will spend my whole life waiting for you, hoping that you will come back to me in one piece?"

"You know that you are my main priority!"

"The only thing I know is that I am tired of being scared to death when you do not come home at an acceptable time. I am not mad at you for being late. What is one day in comparison to the whole lifetime spent together? But I do not know if I can handle spending my nights shaking because of how anxious I am because of you."

A single small and warm tear rolled down your face. Miguel tried to wipe it, but you pushed his hand away.

"I would much rather leave you while you are still alive, not knowing if something happened to you after."

"Do not say that." He frowned with eyes filled with pain.

"I think I should pack my stuff tomorrow morning…"

"DO NOT SAY THAT!" Miguel jumped up, staring at you from the height. "You do not mean that."

"I do mean that."

"You do not love me anymore?!"

"I do! And that is the problem! I am scared to death to see you forever gone!"

Before you can say anything else, he grabbed your underarms and pulled you from the bathtub just to painfully hug you. His clothes stuck to your bare skin, soaking wet.

"I am not going anywhere." Miguel whispered into your hair while his hand was protectively holding your head.

"I can not do this. I can´t."

"Do you love me?" He asked after he freed you from his embrace. "Tell me the truth."

"I have already said it." You mumbled trying to reach a towel behind him.

"So say it again." Miguel begged.

"I love you more than anything. There is nothing, no one that I could love more."

"Then let me show you how much I care for you, how much I love you. I would sacrifice the whole world just to keep you safe."

"I am not the one that needs to be kept safe." You said straight into his face as you tried to leave the bathroom.

But he stood there, in front of the door staring at the floor.

"Can you please let me go? You are scaring me." You begged.

"I would never…" He mumbled as he let you go. "Y/N! I would never hurt you. You know that."

"I know, but I think that things are getting out of hand…"

You sat down on the bed, wrapped in the towel that you took as he was staring at you while still standing at the door.

"…I can spend the night at my sister's place and we can talk in the morning." You said while trying to remember if your sister was home from the trip she left for a week ago.

"I-I do not know what to say." Miguel almost whispered with shoulders trembling under the weight of the situation.

He was never scared to fight. Anyone or anything. He never cared, because he knew he would be the winning one. But with you, he was vulnerable. Nothing could hurt him more than life without you and your love.

"You have opened the gates of heaven to me and now you want to lock me out." He said as he sat down to your legs, placing his head into your lap, hugging your hips. "I know that you did not sign up for this, but you know that there will not be a day when I would not fight for my life just to come back to you. No matter what it takes, I swear to protect you… And myself, so we can keep building the life that you deserve. A life that you will hopefully want to spend with me. And one day with our children too." He mumbled into your belly after he placed a kiss on it.

"I'm just scared. I do not want to see you to…"

"I know, I know!"

Miguel took your face into his hands and kissed you deeply while caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, slowly pushing you to the top of the bed so you could rest your head on the pillow.

"I am here. I am with you. I am home." He whispered after he kissed every single inch of your body on the way to your lips. "Let me love you. Let me be with you. Be with me." He kept going, interrupted only by kissing you everywhere he reached.

When you finally responded to his affection, he took a deep breath like when you touched him for the first time. He always loved your touch, but tonight, he felt like a dry earth finally getting long-awaited rain.

"Miguel?" You mumbled, lost under him.

"Yes, my sun?" He looked into your eyes, lost in the need of you and your love.

"I need you to hold me in your arms. The whole night. Promise?" You begged.

"I promise I will hold you, love you, and protect you as long my heart is beating." Miguel said as he kissed your chest on the place where your heart was hiding.

Drunk from his scent on your skin and his lips on yours, you completely forgot about your plans. But he did not forget about his. About the little red box prepared for the right moment.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel #ohara #o´hara #fanfic #fanfiction

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isa-ghost · 3 months

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you have eggza headcanons perhaps? 👉👈

I will take any headcanons of course, I love your headcanon posts

Previous Sets:

Set 1

Set 2

Set 3

Set 4

Set 5

Set 6

MORE: Eggza Edition

Starting with two I made in previous sets:

When left to his own devices & off-duty as dad + not needed by any of the islanders for something serious, he let's loose. No more wise bad bitch crow man who's palpably emotionally damaged yet won't admit it. He's off the shits. You've seen Eggza. That's him de-stressing by fully indulging his favorite things: preparing necessities for survival & being an absolute wildcard.

When he heard someone on the island made up a rumor that Eggza is legit because Phil taste-tested a cookie out of curiosity, he took that and RAN. Yeah. He's egg sometimes. Who's his parent you ask? Well that's a secret (it's Rose).

Remember how I said he commits to bits super hard? Yeah. Eggza is his second biggest bit after the 4th Wall existentialism but it's quickly surpassing it to his biggest one

Genuinely he enjoys his Eggza time. Everyone knows they'll get nothing but task help out of him more or less, so they more or less leave him alone unless it's to say hi or a chance encounter.

Everyone finds him speaking with signs funny and endearing. Except Tubbo. But that's understandable, dyslexia go brr. Even though the fool sometimes forgets he can tts the signs. It's fine, he's most likely to derail Eggza's cookie grinding so it's better if Tubbo stays away doing Tubbo things

He's torn between the kids witnessing Eggza & never witnessing Eggza. He can't tell what's funnier or if he'd be embarrassed. They've heard stories from other eggs though

He has no interest in making himself Look like an egg. The sign usage is all he needs. And its funnier when you approach your grown ass man best friend Philza Minecraft only for him to look as wild as he did during Purgatory but without the Looks Like He's Dying Slowly part & refuse to talk to you verbally. The "what the fuck is happening here" is the best part of Eggza, if he starts LOOKING like an egg everyone will understand what's going on and that's lame

He bounces off everyone's energy. The more unhinged they are, the more unhinged he is. Unless he's harassing the baker. Then he fuels his own fuckery

The funny thing is he makes sure everyone thinks he's constantly this wild gremlin that only knows one thing: Grind. But really if no one's around while he's grinding, he's actually just straight up vibing. Got headphones in, blasting his jams, doin his work. In his lane, unbothered, flourishing.

I would sell my soul to see Eggza beat the ever-loving shit out of Purgatory workers it'd be so fucking funny holy shit

One of his favorite parts of going Eggza Mode is amusing his friends with the way he's just a nonverbal weirdo. Especially when he answers something they say by just dancing

If He's An Extra Silly Gremlin They'll Give Him Avocado Toast As A Treat

No one knows where he shoos his crows off to when he's Eggza. Or if it's some unspoken "ok time to scatter" rule as soon as he puts the gas mask on by the bakery. But they disperse and for a while, the other islanders can't shake the feeling of Phil seeming strangely bare for some reason. It's bc the murder is away

Tbh I bet even without the Hardcore dreams, he'd sleep a long time with how hard he works as Eggza

"Hard work," I say, as if most of the time Phil isn't just making mobs insatiable amounts of horny so everyone can give the baker what they're asking for (the awareness of this is half of why he's so unhinged as Eggza, it's too absurd & funny to him)

Calling back to another prev non-Eggza hc I made, he has less of a filter when he's not parenting or in peril. He has said some absolutely wild out of pocket shit on signs

If given the right kind of motivation, an islander could probably get Eggza to go feral and kill something or someone. Fit tosses him a stack of whatever arbitrary item Phil might find enticing enough atm & Phil is suddenly on a spree like he was with those bunnies that one time

#qsmp #qsmp philza #q!philza #philza #qphil headcanons #eggza

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kayentokk · 10 months

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Imbedded Into

-Pairing; Geto Suguru x GN! Reader

-Synopsis; He’s never gonna tell you he likes it….but trust, he does.

-contains; Fluff, routine

-wc; 619

-A/N; I was thinking about Choso too! It just seems like fun, although I think Choso would let you do more.

Just thinking about how it all starts when one day you ask Geto if you can do his hair, and he thinks about it for a minute. If he says no you’re gonna keep asking, but if he says yes and doesn’t like it he has a legit reason for you not to do it again. Less hassle. So he says yes.

You make your way into the bathroom, and he stands facing the mirror with his back to you. Now he’s obviously taller than you so he spreads his legs(idk how else to say it 😂💀🤦🏽‍♀️) out into an almost middle split position but not that low, just low enough so you can see the top of his head. He guides you step by step on how to put it up into his signature bun.

“Brush all the hair back into a mid pony tail.”

“Okay mid pony,” you spread the words out until you managed to put all the long black locks of hair into a ponytail.

You were very focused, but his hair almost made it hard to be. It was just so long and pretty, it framed his face so perfectly showing off his best features and-

“Y/n?”

“Huh? Yes?”

“Are you paying attention?”

No, of course you’re not paying attention does he see his own face??

“Yes of course.”

“Okay…now kinda wrap the hair around itself, and pull the ponytail holder out so that you can put the access wrapped around hair in it so it stays.”

“Okay…” this part was hard.

There was an easier way of doing this, the way Geto does it, but this seemed like the best way he could explain it to you.

However, you managed and it didn’t look that different from when he did it.

“Okay last step pull out some of the hair. You know on the left side of my head just pull out some of the hair.”

“Ohh yeah kk I got it.”

“Good, it looks decent,” he says inspecting it in the mirror.

He’ll never tell you but he actually loved you doing his hair. Later it’ll become a core part of his routine.

Him waking you up in the early hours of the morning. Nuzzling his head into your side and you tussling to turn around and greet him.

“G’mornin to you.”

“Mornin ‘sugu,” you say brushing a soft hand over his hair.

“Oh you took off your bonnet already?”

“Yeah, it’s almost time for me to go.”

“Ok ‘cmon lemme get up,” you say groggily.

You roll out of bed and walk into the bathroom grabbing the brush and hair tie to do his hair. He stands in front of you in the same position he does everyday.

You nimbly begin to brush the neat black luscious locks back out of his face, half asleep. It’s so relaxing to him, that’s why he’s imbedded it into his routine now.

You pull the hair into a ponytail and wrap the hair tie around it twice, and on the third time you only halfway pull the hair through creating the stray little ends he has at the end of his bun. Then you turn him around and pull the bangs out on the left side of his face.

This way, you thought, was so much easier than the way he taught you a couple years ago. It did take you a minute to understand but once you had it you were on a roll.

There,” you said pecking a kiss to his forehead, all done.”

He grunts, checks his hair in the mirror, and gives you a, “not too shabby.”

He pecks you back, on the lips this time, and exits.

If anyone thinks of a better way to say that let me know 😂💕

#geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru fluff #geto suguru x you #geto suguru x y/n #fluff #imagine #hair #geto imagine #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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multifan2022 · 2 months

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*kinda scared to post this.. Defiantly not my normal territory. Love the damn show though, dont care. Hope its decent. Picturing Cassius as Jacob Elordi. Maybe part 2? if it goes over well, if so ideas? idk if i can even write anymore for real 😶 this took me so fricken long.*

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Sighing you looked up at.. What did that say? “Hazbin Hotel”.. “Oookay.” You said drawn out sarcastically as you looked down and closed your eyes. You knew you had to go in, you owed this to your Dark Lady. You swore to her that you would look after her daughter, she had given you everything you ever wanted. Knocking you brace yourself with a smile for your niece Charlie who you could already hear squealing.

You do smile though that she throws herself at you and hugs you while bouncing on her toes. Vaggie smiles softly while telling her girlfriend that she should bring you inside. Soon your sitting in front of Husk who's making you a drink, Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor and finally Angel and Sir Pentious. The last two had seemed in almost aw when you had finally stepped inside fully and reached up to drop your hood and remove your cloak. Honestly you were use to it, even if it was always flattering.

As a devout follower of The Dark Lady, Lilith, in your human life you were granted a doll like version of the look you always wanted in life. BUT your time was highly coveted, you had many things to do, even more so in her ladys absence. The seat at her table was something you worked hard for, and something you would never be giving up. You would be here when she returned. “This whole idea is beautiful sweetie. You know if you ever need something, Ill do everything I can to help.” From beside you, you swear you feel Pentious’ tongue touch you when he speaks. He's so close. “I bet your powerful!”

You smile while looking down, it was a play at shyness but Alastor and Husk could see right through it. “How did such a beaut end up here anyways!” Angel said, laughing and throwing himself on the couch. “Here as in??” You circled your finger in the air “Hell.. or the Hotel?” Ending with pointing at the floor. Hearing a static “Both” you looked at the Radio Demon, under different circumstances you would be creeped out by his never falling smile. But for some reason you werent, you hadnt been scared of anyone in a long time so it wasnt that. But moving on you took a deep breath and said nonchalantly “I'm a follower of Lady Lilith, so of course I ended up here.”

Husk half chuckled, half scoffed and your head snapped with unnatural speed to him. Chills shot down his neck as the smile on your lips and the look in your eye. He could almost feel you skinning him, when you crossed one leg over your knee and leaned onto the counter and smiled at him he wanted to run. “Ok pussycat.. You wanna know why I'm here.. Let me show you.” Waving your hand a deep deep red smoke encompassing the room as everyone felt the floor fall from under them next thing they knew, they were all standing somewhere none of them knew. Ancient Greece. “Never speak to me again, Cassius!” They heard before turning and falling into your memory.

Storming down the hall you had never felt such pain, such anger and betrayal. You felt broken. Your favorite colored shorter toga dress whipped around your thighs as you ran. You didn't even know where you were too, running until your toes hit the water. Then your knees as you start screaming until your throat is raw before sobbing. “Why??” You cried softly trying to understand how one person could feel so much pain and still be alive. You were thinking that you wish you could just die. That there would never be someone who would understand this pain before feeling warmth wrap around you. Opening your eyes to the most beautiful woman standing before you. Well, she kinda stood before you, she was fuzzy, almost ghost-like. “Don't cry daughter of Lilith, let us take care of this.” As she spoke she tilted her head, the smile on her face taking over a savage edge. As she faded your anger grew, any other feeling gone, any thought besides revenge then death gone.

Behind you, you heard your name being shouted. By him.. By the man who had betrayed you. The man you had been seeing, giving yourself too. Who you were supposed to marry tomorrow. You had found him out for a stroll with his son.. His son and his wife.. A son and a wife you clearly didn't know about. His face had dropped when his eyes connected with yours, both of your worlds freezing. Because the problem was, he truly did love you. He didn't come from a very wealthy family, so this marriage, he couldn't mess it up. His father would kill him, and probably you. He didnt know what he was going to do or tell you tomorrow. But now he didnt need too, but he had broken your heart in the worst way. He just wanted a moment to try to explain.

Unfortunately for him, the moment your heart broke, someone powerful stepped in. She had been waiting for you, Lilith. She could feel the impending heart break from hell and knew she had to step in. She didnt feel connected to living women often so when she did, she paid attention. She had grasped and pulled forward the woman she wanted you to be. Allowed you to embrace your rage and take an inhuman amount of power, one you knew without words would kill you. You felt a weird calm, an almost buzzing hot but calm numbness spread across your skin as you stood. Your voice was low, but somehow Cassius heard it. “Get in the water.”

You heard him stop , could somehow feel him just at the edge as the waves barley lapped the tips of his sandals. “Get in the water” you repeated your voice deeper than he had ever heard, raspy from crying but carried something.. Something that gave him goosebumps. All the hairs on his hairs and neck standing on end, his guts screaming at him to run. He watched the fingers on your left run slowly through the water, the setting sun sparklingly off your now useless engagement ring. He audibly gulped as you slowly turned to him, black veins around your eyes and spreading from your finger tips and throat. “Or Ill raise the tide so high..” You looked down at his feet as a slightly larger wave splashed his toes “All of Delos will die..” Looking him in the eyes he jumped, there was a slight glow to your eyes, almost gold mixed with red. He was terrified.

“Get in the water.”

Taking a panicked breath he feels water.. Hitting.. His calves? Looking down his panic increases “Wait..” His mind is speeding down any and every possible avenue but its coming up with nothing but fear. Fear so encompassing as he hears you tell him again, and he swears he sees you take a step forward. “Stop” he says in a desperate shout, the waves now up to his knees. “Stop this.. Please.” he begs as you tilt your head and take another slow step toward him. He sounds so pathetic you think as you ball your hands into fists, his wife stumbling onto the sand as well, pulling their son behind her. She calls out to him, but Cassius cant look away from the woman in front of him.

Are the veins glowing now? Is your hair? Is it moving, whipping back and forth wildly? You could feel the anger rising, it was an all encompassing avalanche of emotions. Seeing her made all that pain real again, pulled it past the surface, shoved you over your breaking point. A tiny, very small part of you felt bad for the child as you refocused on his father. Turning to look back at him, you have a small evil smirk on your face. Unclenching your hands and raising them slowly to inspect your palms you spoke again. “Ill make tidal waves so profound..” Cocking your head to the other side your eyes flick to the woman who screams Cassius again. The smirk spreads into a full grin “Both your wife and your son will drown.”

“NO!” He screams anguish, panic, fear its all right there. Suddenly your in his face. The wind harshly blowing around both of you now, your hair flying this way and that in soft caresses across your cheeks and forehead. Your breathing the same air, his anguished puff of air as he tries to find the words, the feelings, the anything to give you to calm you down. To fix this. But he jumps when you next speak, the volume and the venom in your voice scare any half thoughts he had away. “GET IN THE WATER!” Now the waves, they arent small calm waves crashing gently on his legs.

They are slamming into them, the water up to his hips, now reaching his wife and sons feet as others gather and panic starts to ensue. People are screaming behind him, but no one will come any closer. The fear and uncertainty was pabable. The smile on your face kept growing, the glow in your eyes now bright and eerie. “GET IN THE WATER!!” You screamed again, taking a step back and turning before spinning back and grabbing his neck with both hands. You were tall for a woman, but Cassius was taller. It was one of things you always loved about him. In your rage you pulled him to you by his throat. He has no idea how your so steady on your feet. He is rocking back and forth, his sandals being sucked into the sand by retreating water.

Squeezing as you started to pull him with you, stepping backwards. Keeping eye contact, it was controlling, you didnt know how you were doing it. But as you kept talking it was like you were compelling him. Letting go as you spun the two of you around and point out towards the open sea. You were so close your noses were touching, he could feel your lips brush against his as you whispered. “ Dont mistake my threats for bluff. You have lived more than enough..” Cassius knew he was dead, he could feel his body moving against his will. Somehow your whisper shook him to the bone, deeper than anything else had.

He looked toward his son one last time, mouthed ‘i love you’ as his feet drug him deeper. Without ever looking at his wife, he turned his gaze back to you. He looked at you with such despair, but also understanding. He KNEW he hurt you, he KNEW that you were an outsider. You had come here from one of the tribes on the main land. He knew your gods and his were different. It had never bothered him, but now hes thinking he shouldve listened harder. Shouldve known better. Shouldve loved you correctly.

Tears streaming down your cheeks, you could feel yourself dying. Whatever that woman had given you was fading. You were running out of time. You wanted to see him die. When he smiled sadly at you and mouthed that he loved you to a violent heat pulsed over you. You felt like you were on fire as you stormed in anger towards him, grabbing his throat again and shoving him down. “GET IN THE WATER!” You scream one last time, before following him with the pull of the waves into the ocean.

The last thing you remember besides happiness and warmth, was seeing him sinking deeper into the darkness.

Snapping your fingers you released everyone from your hold. Sir Pentious started to gag, his little egg buddies having passed out or thrown up. Everyone looks shocked, even Alastor is momentarily without his sinister grin. Not even a full breath later, Angel and Husk are badgering you with questions. How did you get the power? Where you a follower in life or was this chance? Is your ex here in hell? That doesnt tell us how powerful you are down here! Charlie at some point rewrapped herself around you and is crying for your broken heart. Your patting her head and smiling while answering all of the questions and showing off little tricks.

Never noticing the tall dark demon behind you, still slightly stunned.. In what he thinks is.. Awe?

“Hm.. This wont due.”

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doe-eyed-fool · 3 months

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Fallen {Chapter Five}

Alastor x (fem)Reader

Finally I turn to face Alastor, his eyes seemed to be focused on Husk's. There was an intimidating aura radiating off of him, as if he dared Husk to question things any more than he already has. After another second, Husk huffed and turned his back to Alastor, his attention on the various liquors on the shelf.

"Whatever you say." He shrugs. Alastor seemed to be satisfied with that answer and then looked at me. "Y/n dear, Charlie wants to have a word with you." He tells me. "

About what?" I asked, standing from the bar seat. "Something about your rehabilitation plan." I nod my head before Alastor began to lead me off. As we left, Husk turned his head to glance at me, shaking his head before getting back to work.

The walk to Charlie's office was quiet, I stole a few glances Alastor's way. He kept his gaze forwards, his grin ever present. Though he was a infamously feared demon, he carried himself with the grace of a proper gentleman.

His posture straight, arms folded behind his back, and head held high. I had half a expected someone with his reputation, to be a brute. A feral beast. And yet, he here he was, behaving like a normal person.

Well, sorta. I could tell there was nothing but malicious intent in those eyes of his. He was a demon after all.

"Do I catch your eye?" Alastor's voice snapped me back to reality. I had been staring for a while. I quickly look away and ahead. "Uh. Well, I've never seen a demon before." I answer honestly. "And you have dear ears. And the antlers too...And you're tall too." I mutter.

Alastor chuckled. "Would you believe it if I said I was shorter in my living days?" I glance at him. "Yes, I was around hm...five foot six before I awoke in hell. And now, I'm a strapping six and a half feet tall!" He says, a bit of smugness in his tone.

I hummed. "How long have you been in hell?" I asked. His staticky voice, and ways of talking made me believe that he was from the "old days". But I didn't want to assume, so why not ask? "Ninety years or so, give or take. Took my last breath in nineteen thirty three." He explains.

"Oh, and by the way." Alastor starts. "I haven't said anything to Charlie about your "sins" that caused you to end up here. She did ask, however, I held my tongue. I'm sure you wouldn't have liked what I would have came up with anyway."

I couldn't disagree with that. "Well, I've already made up my mind about it." I tell him. "Husk asked me and I just came up with theft." A huffed laugh escaped Alastor. "Much tamer than what I would have said. But it will do." I roll my eyes. Finally we reached Charlie's office, Alastor knocked on the door. Within a few seconds the door opened, revealing the princess.

She smiled upon seeing me. "Hey Y/n! Ready for your recovery plan?" I nod my head and put on a false smile. I was the last of the select few in the hotel that needed a recovery plan, but it wasn't like I had any say in it.

Charlie let us both inside, I took a seat in front of her desk, while Alastor chose to stand next to me. Charlie sits down at the chair of her desk, pen in hand and ready to write. "Alright. Now, what sin did you commit while you were alive?" She asks. "Theft." I answer, choosing to ignore the slight shake of the head from Alastor.

"What did you primarily steal?" She asks me. "Uh, money. That was what I was mostly after." I lie. "Is there any particular reason why you felt the need to steal money?" Charlie questions.

"Well, I grew up poor so I guess I just got tired of having no money." Charlie nods, taking in my words. "Did you buy any materialistic things with it?" I just nod my head. Charlie moves the pen up to her chin and bummed as she thought.

After a moment she began to write something down on a clipboard. "Ok, I recommend starting with giving back instead of taking from others. Perhaps you can provide a little community service or volunteer work."

She continues. "You don't have to do anything major right away. Maybe just start with the little things. Say someone drops their wallet, pick it up and give it back to them. Or, donate some old clothes to those who are in need of them. Then, maybe you can steadily work your way up to cleaning up parks and donating a bit of money to charity. Fairly earned money that is. Nothing stolen."

All I could do was nod along. I still couldn't believe the princess of hell was so caring and nice. Recommending I do little things to better hell. It sounded unheard of, but her enthusiasm and infectious good attitude made it seem possible.

I glance over to Alastor, he didn't seem to being paying attention. "And of course, this optional but. Promoting the hotel in a positive light would really help a lot. The more people we can get to try redemption, the better." She says with a bright smile.

"I believe in you Y/n. Before you know it, you're gonna be in heaven with all the angels!" I was in heaven with all the angels, until I was forced down here with no explanation as to why. Charlie gave me a few more pointers before she excuse me and Alastor. We walked out of the office and down the hall.

Along the way, I gave more thought to Charlie's advice. Maybe this recovery plan would help me in the end after all. I mean, doing good in the worst place imaginable could prove to be beneficial. Maybe this was my ticket back into heaven.

But then again, the more I thought about it, it seemed ultimately pointless. I haven't committed a sin to need redemption. At least, I hope I didn't. My memory was blank to what happen before I woke up in hell.

One minute I was in heaven, the next I was here. It just didn't make any sense. However, I'm not in much of a position to be picking and choosing how I return to heaven.

I was willing to do just about anything to go back, even if it meant pretending to be someone I'm not. I sighed softly before speaking. "Guess I should get out there and spread some joy." I mutter. "You're really going to do that?" Alastor asks me.

I shrug. "Might as well. If it'll get me into heaven, I'll do it." The demon chuckled. "You trying to help out the sinners of hell, is sure to be quite entertaining." He says with a grin. I roll my eyes. Right, that part of the deal still stands.

My struggle is sure to bring him much delight. We made our way to the lobby, I walk to the front door, only noticing Alastor wasn't following me as I stepped outside. I turn my head towards him expectantly. "I thought you were coming with me?"

"Oh I can't just walk out there with you, I'm an overlord dear. One look at me and those fools will be sent running for the hills with their tails tucked between their legs." He takes a step next to me, leaning down to whisper in my ear.

"But make no mistake, I will be watching you." A shiver ran down my spine, I quickly step away from him. I clear my throat before turning away from him.

"S-Suit yourself." I say before walking down the stairs of the hotel. When I got to the bottom of the few stairs, I look up at the blood red sky. Then I gaze ahead at the streets, filled with sinners passing by. A shaky sigh left me. "Let's get this over with."

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nrdmssgs · 11 months

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Alex Keller being readers gym buddy (scenario)

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I have this feeling, he would be so good at that with his caring nature. Thought of something sweet for our golden boy.

Alex doesn't understand, why do you keep finding reasons to NOT join him at the gym.

Because you are always so lively, energetic, you absolutely live for long hikes, you can cycle for a good half a day through the fields and parks in good weather, and that time when you two got out to the lake... He had to pull you out of the water almost by force in the evening - you liked swimming so much, you seemed to decide to stay in water for the rest of your life.

In a word, you have always been active, on the move. But when the conversation went back to going to a gym together, you shied away.

Alex repeatedly listed the advantages of this idea. "It will be fun, you will have an additional incentive to go to bed on time, and after a workout you will feel like a new person!"

"And I'll be able to see you every week," this he doesn't say out loud.

You sigh heavily. "I don't even know, Alex." You went through this conversation many times, but this time he uses an absolute sucker punch.

He lowers his head, looks up at you and listens to your ridiculous excuses with a sad but humble face.

Those puppy eyes can make you do anything. This is not even a grimace, he doesn't do that intentionally. It's just the way his expression work: it's all very soft and subtle. But it makes you weak.

You pause and exhale. "Ok, I'll come. But don't say I haven't warned you, I'm no fun to be training with..."

He smiles sincerely, and you just wonder if he really doesn't see how easily he controls you with just his gaze. Those damn beautiful blue eyes with a mesmerizing darker border. As if he wasn't already perfect, he just had to get such a powerful people control lever, goddammit...

To be honest, you were just worried that you would make his workouts a lot more boring.

He was a soldier, a true hard ass warrior. And had quite a body. You understood pretty well, that even one tenth of his regular workout would very likely make you pass out.

And there were you, a silly happy noodle, who was capable only of (gladly) dying in his hands after the very first exercise.

So on the very first morning, when he met you at the front door of your house and almost took you by the hand to the gym, you immediately confess to him. "I have no idea how to exercise properly."

"We'll figure out your exercises, no worries," he is so determined and happy, nothing seems able to distract him right now.

In the gym, at first, he does not leave you even for 5 minutes. He shows you different exercises, explains how everything here works.

You desperately try to repeat each exercise as many times as he advises. At some point, Alex notices that you are completely out of breath, your face is red, and your hands are trembling.

"Hey stop, stop!" He appears behind your back in the very next second. "You need a breather." Alex makes you sit down on the bench and gives you a bottle of water. "Seems like we have a little overachiever here, am I right?"

You shake your head, trying to catch your breath. You are just trying so very hard to not be an embarrassment to him here.

He looks at you so attentively, his eyes are incredibly caring, it's hard for you to just relax and drink your water. And when he brushes a lock of hair out of your face, you understand, that you'll never calm down your pulse.

"Hey, why do you think, we are here? I mean, what's your goal?" His voice is soft and kind.

"I don't even know..." You point uncertainly at your torso and hips. "To get this in shape?"

He looks at you confused for a few seconds, then starts speaking seriously. "This all is ideal. Just the way It's supposed to be. There is nothing to get in shape in you." He notices, how you roll your eyes, and takes your hand.

"I meant it. Look at me. I mean it. I'm serious. I don't want you to come here to despise your body, to torture yourself. A little challenge is always good, but I don't want you to start hating it here. So how about we just... have fun here? How about you love your body for what it's capable of and not hate it for not being in some mythical shape?"

As much as you understand and approve everything, he's talking about, you still feel like a burden, like a newborn kitten, trying to run along with a cheetah.

So when you express your doubts, Alex makes it his personal mission to help you feel better about yourself while exercising.

He turns into the most caring and patient personal coach. Calmly explains and shows each exercise, praises you for everything, even for the fact that you realize that you are tired and stop the exercise a little earlier.

"It's okay. It's not a problem, it's an opportunity for growth." He smiles and gives you water.

Staying hydrated is perhaps the only thing with which Alex is strict and unforgiving. Hydration is the key, and he keeps an eye on your bottle constantly. Yes, you must drink a lot.

He remembers the exercises, that were the most difficult for you, and especially praises you for doing them. "Now let's do this exercise, which you always do so well!"

If the circumstances allow it, Alex stands behind you and blows softly on your neck and shoulders to cool you down as you are working out.

As an absolute gentleman, doesn't let the slightest drop of hunger slipping into his gaze, as he watches you working out. Neither is he blind, nor a saint, but he keeps his deepest fantasies and intentions strictly to himself until he is 100% sure, It's ok to share them with you.

That be said, there are some death glares here and there, when he sees someone approaching you and making you uncomfortable. But he keeps it quite and places himself behind you in such moments to not scare you.

Tactfully, "doesn't notice" when you stare at him working out for a little too long. Secretly thrives on such moments.

Overall, Alex is just on top of the world since you two started seeing each other more often, and he could help you find more confidence and love of your body.

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