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MiShanks x Reader Imagine - Convenience

(So cause of a Tiktok my brain, after only a few minutes, decided that marriage of convenience was needed, and I wrote all this just so I could have one little scene, this is way longer than I expected it to be.)

I hope that you all enjoy reading this.

Both Mihawk and Shanks happen upon your family, who have the manpower they are looking for, as they need more soldiers (for whatever reason), so your father agree to it as long as they marry you, as you keep denying all the suitors trying for your hand and your father had enough, and believed this was only way to get you married off now, so the marriage between you and them was preformed quickly.

They treat you fine but also keep you at a distance, some times forgetting you were there. At first you tried to get to know them as they are your husbands, but neither of them seemed all that interested in you, so you started to stay out of sight unless it was dinner, where very little words were exchanged.

The few times when you had conversations with them, is when they were hosting a dinner or a party, and play the good attentive husbands.

The other ladies would say how lucky you were to have such handsome and attentive men as husbands, while you just smile in response. These were the only times you got to be physically close to them as you danced with them.

The library became your main sanctuary, reading for hours on the window seat that overlooked the training yard, where you could always spot both your husbands and their men training. While you didn't stare at them you did occasionally glance at them from the corner of your eye, their shirts always hanging at least half open.

When you first arrived at your new home, they hardly seemed to use the yard for training but now it seems like they were always out there. At first it frustrated you, as you just wanted to read in peace without having to see or think of either men and tried different spots around the library but none had same comfort or light that window seat offered you, so you just dealt with having them out the corner of your eyes.

The garden also became a sanctuary, when the weather was nice and if the men came into the library you would close the book you were currently reading then head out to the garden and sit among the flowers, to continue the book.

While you paid little attention to them, thinking they did the same to you, but they were always paying attention to you and the things you did. When they brought you home they were initially just gonna leave you to do your own things.

It took a while for them to notice but their home had some colour to it now and seem more livelier, as they noticed colourful flowers around the place, some little trinket/ornaments in places they weren't before. Always changing depending on the week and what was available.

They took note that the staff were happier in general and that when they truly started to pay more attention to you. They watched you interact with all the staff in the house, smiling and laughing, offering to help them which all decline but you asked every time.

They saw how you were with children, as there were times when some of the staff had to bring in their children for reasons, both men never mind, as long as the work got done before they left. When one or couple of kids were there you would "steal them away" and help them to read or write, or when the weather was nice take out to garden and teach of the different fauna and flora from across the world.

When they noticed how often you would sit on the window seat in the library, they soon moved the training to the training yard so they could see you. While they couldn't hear the noises you made when reading a book they could see your reactions, they also notice when you looked at them, even if just briefly.

They both then started to come to the library when you were, to try and start being near you, that wasn't just dinner, to form some sort of relationship with you, but with you upping and leaving every time they enter put a pin that plan. Shanks would put his head on Mihawk's shoulder with a sigh before whining a little.

Realising that both of them coming to find you together, would make you leave, thinking that they wanted time together, both men decided that coming individually was the best choice for them.

When in the library Mihawk was the one who generally came now, while suspicious at first you got used to him being in there, even if there were little words exchange between you.

Before anything could actually grow between you both, Mihawk was summoned to court, leaving you and Shanks alone.

While it was just you two, you noticed that Shanks seems to be everywhere you, while he was kind and treated you well, he was always talking and being flirtatious towards, interrupting the peace and quiet you were used too.

You were sure he was just bored cause Mihawk wasn't here, why else was he spending so much time with you, neither men have attempted to get to know you so why would they start now. You did your best to avoid him but he always seemed to find you and chatted away.

The one afternoon that you found peace and quiet, and lack of Shanks, also became the worst afternoon, when screams for you and help echoed through the house. You scumbled out the of the library and made your way to the front entrance, to see Shanks being dragged in and bleeding.

Your mind went blank at the sight in front of you, someone was calling your name and shook you before you came back your senses, and told them to Shanks to his room, to get water and towels bring it to bedroom and then sent someone to go fetch the doctor quickly.

You quickly followed behind to the bedroom and watched as Shanks was placed on the bed, groaning in pain. You made quick work of his shirt, noticing just how bad it was with most of his left arm gone. Towels were quickly brought in and were placed under his bleeding arm.

Grabbing a towel, you quickly turned it into a tourniquet and tied it at the top of his arm/shoulder. When the water arrived you grabbed another towel and as gently as you could wipe away the blood, it was gruesome, as you had never seen anything like and never wanted to again, but it seemed like it was whatever did bite it off on one go.

It felt like like hours before the doctor arrived and then you were shooed from the room as the doctor did what he could for the remaining part of Shanks arm, and every shriek of pain from the red head had you gripping your dress in your fists.

Once the doctor was done and had come out, they explained what was done and that it was important to keep an eye out of fever and infection, but they would return with medicine and a salve.

You thanked the doctor, knowing that Shanks would live, you went to your room and wrote a message to Mihawk, explaining to him what had happened. Once it was done you sent it out, hoping it arrived quickly to him.

You returned to their room, to check on Shanks and sit by his side, watching him as you wanted to be there when he woke up. When he does wake he kind of surprised to find you and teases you a little about it, you just roll your eyes, telling him of course you worry, especially with Mihawk gone.

Eventually you find out the events leading to him losing his arm happen was cause he a saving a young boy life.

The first couple of days after the incident you made him stay in bed, until he had enough of laying in bed and would spend time in the library with you, and would talk about anything.

You made sure that he took the medicine that doctor, and thankfully cause of and that salve he hadn't fallen prey to infection or fever.

Shanks had begun getting used to having one arm, mainly with little things when Mihawk returned and when he did, you left Shanks to him, as he had the person that meant the most to him, and you went back to doing what you normally did.

For the first week that Mihawk was back, you hardly saw either men not that it bothered you, however after that it seems that whenever you saw either man they were unimpressed/unhappy with you but you had no idea, you left the two of them alone as normal, as you weren't needed.

It took a couple of weeks before the air seemed to settle down and everything felt like how it was before.

For once you weren't in the library or garden, but sitting on the floor in front of the fire place, in one of many the rooms, as you were worked on some embroidery. It was peaceful before the door slammed open, making you jump as Shanks walked in, without saying a word, he came and laid down next to you, using your lap as his pillow.

Unsure of what just happened, you focused back on your embroidery, leaving Shanks to his impromptu nap. Some time later the door opened again and this time Mihawk walked in with a book and glass of wine on hand, didn't say anything but sat down on the settee, closest to you.

Not a word was spoken between the two of you, just enjoying the quiet and crackling of the fire, with the occasional noise from Shanks.

For the next few months this routine continued, sometimes Shanks napped using your lap a pillow and other times, depending where you were, would either lay or pull up a chair next you, talking away. Mihawk on the other hand would appears some time after Shanks and would bring an extra glass of wine for you, which you always thanked him for.

The weather had become colder and wetter when both men were called away to deal with a small riot that was starting to get out of hand. Without either of them there currently the house felt oddly empty to you, even with staff there.

There was a rare day while they were gone, that it was sunny and warm enough, that you decided that you would go for a ride, as you haven't done it in a long time.

You had been riding for a while when you noticed that the sky was filling with dark grey clouds that were promising rain. Deciding it was best to return home, you chose to go through the forest thinking it would get you back quicker.

There boom and a flash of light, before the rain came down and soak you to the bone. The rain was making your visuality low, and harder to steer your horse.

While riding through a thick part of the forest, the horse reared up suddenly, causing you to be thrown to ground before it galloped away. You ended up hitting the side of your head on the bottom of a tree and it's root.

So you laid on the ground for a good while as you tried to get your baring before pushing yourself up into a sitting position against a tree. Touching the side of your head, making you wince and noticed blood on your fingers when you pulled it back.

It took a while before you stood up, with your head throbbing and the rain pelting down still obscuring your vision, you made your way through the forest, hoping you were heading in the right direction.

While that was happening to you, both Mihawk and Shanks had arrived home, a little before the rain began and were glad to have missed it, as it means they could have a quick wash and dress causally. They did notice that you hadn't come to greet them but thought nothing of it as they had arrived with no notice.

Once clean and dressed, Shanks went in search of you, looking in your normal spots but didn't find you, so he then tried the other rooms that you might of been but still nothing. So went to find his husband in hope that you were with him.

Finding Mihawk in the kitchen grabbing wine and glasses was easy, however you weren't there either. Frowning he asked Mihawk if had seen you, but was greeted with a simple no, as he said he was unable to find you.

It stuck them as odd, you weren't one to hide. If you didn't want to be around them, you would make sure they knew that but given its been a couple a hours now, this was out of character for you.

Both men began looking in each room for you, getting more worried and angry with each passing room. After checking the whole house and not finding you, they then called for all the staff foyer.

When all the staff were assembled, they both looked over everyone with sharp eyes, trying to see if anyone were acting strange. Mihawk was soon asking if any of them had you, but were met with silence as no spoke.

With no one answering, both of them getting more agitated the longer the silence continued till the air was thick with tension, as Shanks slammed his fist down on the banister making everyone jump.

"Where is our wife?!" Both Shanks and Mihawk growled while now glaring.

Seeing both men furious, the staff quickly spoke, saying they haven't seen you since after lunch and quickly left to check around the house and the grounds. Once they were alone again Shanks slumped a little and sat on the stairs, wondering where you were, while Mihawk stood beside him, placing his fingers in the red locks, staring at the door.

It was nearly dark by the time you finally saw the lights of the house. Your body was so cold, wet and sore, as your head was still hurting along with cuts, grazes and numerous bruises from the times you had tripped over so many tree roots.

Your clothes were ripped from the thorn bushes and low hanging tree branches you had passed, as well as being covered in so much mud, as well as blood probably.

By the time you reached the front door, your body was begging you stop for a moment but you knew if you did, you wouldn't be getting back up, and all you wanted to do was collapse on your bed.

With all the strength you could muster, you pushed one of the large wooden oak doors open and was greeted by the warmth that hit like a wall, before stepping in lit foyer.

The light was blinding for a few seconds making you squint before noticing both husbands at the bottom of the stairs. Before you even had a chance to say something or even close the door, they were in front you, embracing you.

Well Shanks was, Mihawk was next you after having closed the door, placing his hand under your chin, lifting your face up to look at him.

With having them both there, your body decided now to give up, and had Shanks not been there holding you, you would of collapsed to the floor.

Mihawk then gathered you up in his arms, holding you close as they headed to their room. Once inside you were placed on the edge of the bed as you stared at them. They ordered the staff to run a bath and bring up food for you.

With the staff busy doing their jobs, both men stared at you again, this time truly taking in your current state. Shanks grabbed a wet cloth from the bathroom, then wiped your face free of any dirt and blood.

You winced and moved your headed away when he wiped over the area where your head had hit the tree. Seeing that Mihawk cupped your face gently in his hand as he tilted your head to the side to inspect the area. There was a fairly big cut on the side of your head, but most of your hair covered it though, thankfully it didn't seem that deep.

Once Shanks was finished, Mihawk pulled you up from bed, as his hands moved as he begun unbuttoning/unlacing your clothes, pulling each layer off and dropping it on the ground with a wet plop, till you were just left standing in your underwear shivering.

Both men eyes roamed over you, the first time seeing you nearly naked, making you feel timid and insecure as you tried to cover up your body with your arms.

It felt an eternity with their eyes on you while it was just a few seconds, as a maid popped their head out saying that the bath was ready. Quickly escaping their glaze, you entered the bathroom and removed your last couple of garments before slipping into hot bath, giving a hiss as the hot water made contact with the cuts over your body.

The maids that were in there help wash you, being mindful to gentle wash over your cuts and bruises. When they began to you wash your hair, you winced and took a ragged breath as the shampoo hit the cut on your head, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes.

When they were finished, they left you to soak in the bath and found yourself closing your eyes but that peace was interrupted by the opening of the door and Shanks began talking, though it sound more like rambling at the moment.

Opening an eye you could see his red hair from the crack in the door, before slipping down further in hot warm and closed your eyes again, as you drifted in and out of it. Your body and mind just wanted to sleep, but falling asleep in the bath was not the best idea.

A sharp knock on the door made you sit up suddenly, before Mihawk spoke to you, telling you he was leaving clothes for you to change into with the towels, that were resting on the radiator. You thanked him as the door was closing and could hear Shanks say something but wasn't sure what.

You waited another ten minutes before getting out of the now cool bath, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around yourself, sighing in to the warmth that the towels held from the radiator. Once body and hair was dried, you grabbed the clothes that were left.

The clothes were a shirt and trousers, both items were big on you so you guessed that they either belonged to Shanks or Mihawk. You did your best to make them fit, as you stepped backed into the bedroom.

Both men turned and looked at you, making you feel nervous again as Shanks grinned and Mihawk stared more intently, taking in how you looked in their clothes. Stepping further into the room, Shanks came to you as he pulled you over to the bed and up against the headboard, keeping you the middle, before pulling the covers up and threw with his arm over you.

You were about to say something about going back to your room, but the food arrived, it was some soup and bread, but you were just glad it was something hot and light.

Shanks moved out of the way so the tray could be place down, but stay next you as you began to eat. You did your best to ignore both men while you were eating, but it wasn't easy when they were staring.

When you finished, the tray were moved and Shanks once more had his arm over you, pulling you down further under the covers. The warmth and weight of Shanks next to you, was pulling you ever closer to sleep, but before you did fall asleep, you ask them when you were going back to your room.

Shanks just gave you a little hum and Mihawk, who was now sitting in the edge of the bed and simply said you weren't. You were about to argue with him but he hushed you and told you rest, as he leant over and moved some hair from your face.

Almost like he knew you were going to fight against sleep after what Mihawk said, Shanks pulled you against his chest and hummed softly. The vibration from the humming is what eventually lured you to sleep.

You slept through the whole night and when you woke, you were sandwich between two very hot and firm body. Your body still felt sore and exhausted, you then tried to wiggle free but a single arm kept a tight hold on you, sighing in defeat you closed eyes and went back to sleep.

Over the next day or two neither men would allow you to leave their sight, you were constantly watched, so couldn't go back to your room and sleep but you did get some of your clothes brought in their room.

What proved to be a good thing, as on the 2nd night of sleeping with them, you developed a high fever what lasted 3 days before it broke. One of them were by your side at all time, applying a cold compress to your forehead.

Mihawk was who dealt with making you sure you ate enough, as you had a loss of appetite, and he would make you eat a few more bites of a meal. Shanks spent the most time with you, telling you news and stories of his youth, also helped when you needed to go to the bathroom, normally just making sure you could get there fine.

It took a few more days before either men would leave you alone for period of time. You were just glad you could wash yourself without worrying about falling over.

You kept trying to go back to your room now you were better but both men still refused to let you sleep anywhere but their bed.

As it was getting even colder now, with frost cover everything most mornings, you took solace in the library again, this time on settee that was placed in front of a fire, as it was too cold to sit on the window seat.

Most of the time you ended up curled up napping on the settee, wrapped up in a nice fuzzy blanket with whatever book you were reading, fallen to the floor.

Both Shanks and Mihawk had found you like that quite a few times now, and would leave you be most of the time, as sleep was best way to getting you back to 100%. The couple of time they have woken you is for dinner and would gently wake you up, either by stroking your cheek or moving hair from your face while calling your name and saying dinner would be ready soon.

It takes just under two weeks to feel back to your normal self. While you didn't nap that often now, you did enjoy closing your eyes and just listening to the cracking of logs on fire.

That is how both of them find you, Shanks sitting on the same settee as you while Mihawk was across from you. Knowing your peaceful moment was over, opening your eyes, you looked at both men waiting for them to speak first.

Shanks was the first speak, asking you for the first time what had happened when you had gone out. You tell them what had happened, when you were making your way back to the house, though there were some moments that were fuzzy. They asked if you saw what had cause the horse to throw you off, but due the rain you didn't see what had cause it.

They both asked that in the future, if you wish to go rider then to let one of them know and they would them join, providing they were home, otherwise to leave a note and tell servant where you were going, so if something like that did happen they could react faster.

You agreed them with on that, you rather that didn't happen to you again. You then asked them if you were allowed to go back to your room to sleep, and you weren't surprised when Mihawk said no, but Shanks gave you a smile, but there was something to it though.

Narrowing your eyes at both men, you finally ask them for the suddenly change and why they were so interested in being around you now. Shanks snorted before letting a laugh out while Mihawk just let a long sigh, which made you scowl at them.

Once Shanks had finishing, he looked at you before calling you sweetheart and telling you that they been trying for months to get to you know and you were being completely oblivious to their attempts.

You stared at them both, very confused at this revelation. Were you truly that oblivious, surely you couldn't be, all the times they had come to find you and they didn't say anything and acted like it was normal.

While lost in your thoughts, you didn't pay much attention to the light chuckle that came from next to you, so you yelped when you found yourself being suddenly pulled into Shanks lap. Which made him chuckle again as he placed his chin on your shoulder.

Looking over at your dark hair husband, you asked him when did they decided that they actually wanted this marriage to work and why neither of them said anything, as well as why were they prissy toward you after the accident when Mihawk had returned.

Shanks answered, telling you that after having you help and take caring of him only to ditch him once Mihawk return, that made him feel like shit that it was so easy for you to leave after accident like that.

Hearing him say that made you feel like shit now, you hadn't taken how he would feel then, simply cause he had Mihawk with him. You apologized to him, for making him feel like that as it wasn't your intention, you simply thought as Mihawk was back, you weren't needed/wanted anymore.

They both tell you that are you are very much wanted, and there was a moment of silence before you asked them how they wanted to go about this from now. Shanks said that they want this marriage to work and they want you as well, so starting now was it truly beginning, now that everything was aired out.

Hearing that they both you wanted, you felt your face start to warm up as it went red from being flustered. You quickly covered up your face with your hands, as Shanks began laughing as you peeked through your fingers to see Mihawk giving you sly smile, which just made you groan.

Once you were sure that your face was no longer red, you looked passed Mihawk, cause you were sure if you looked at him directly you would turn red again. You suggested spending time with each of them individually to get to know them and for them to know you.

They were as opposite as night and day, it made you wonder just how they ended up with each other.

They agreed that to that idea, but they also suggested that each meal is eaten together not that dinner anymore, even when one of them is away, you agreed that.

Other things were talked about as well, by the end of it was you were very content with sitting with in Shanks lap, who kept pressing light kisses on cheek and shoulders. Mihawk had moved to the same settee and pulled your feet into his lap, as his hands trailed up both legs to the knee and down again.

Over the next two month or so, getting to spend time with each man on their own, proved to be best idea as you learn much more about them, than you thought. With the weather bringing snow and bitter cold temperature, you got to time was spend with them, as there were no drills being done in the training yard, well apart from Mihawk who seem to do an hour of sword training in the morning, before breakfast, while you and Shanks stay nice and warm in bed.

Having spent more time with Shanks, you found that he was so much more flirtatious and excitable kind of like a child than you thought, you had yet to see him serious but something tells you that when it does happen to dock and cover.

You notice with Mihawk that not much change but there been times when he "bolder" is all you could think. You are able to pick up on the small the differences in his body language and seem to be more relax, as well as giving you small touches, with his hand on the small of your back or your thigh. Sometimes he will pull you in his lap for reason if your just pass by or if your both sharing the same settee in the library he will massage your legs so higher and only stopping when your a blushing stuttering mess.

Over that time you had met more of their friends, out of them all you like Beckman was your favourite, followed Edward Newgate and his couple of his son. They were all gentleman, kind and friendly, even if they did all tower over you. The one you tended to not interact with much was Sir Crocodile, while he had been only polite gentleman and done nothing toward you, but his mere presence intimidated you, his height and hook didn't help either.

You also got to met Luffy, the boy that Shanks gave his left arm to save, as well as his two brothers Ace and Sabo. It only took meeting them for around 10 minutes to want to claim all three boys as your own, especially with Luffy sunshine personality and seeing how both Ace and Sabo were protective of him.

Later on when you were talking to Shanks and Mihawk about the boys at dinner, Shanks chuckled and Mihawk just give a shake of his head but gave you a fond smile before saying that Shanks was enough of a child that no more were needed. You gave a laugh while Shanks pouted at the dark haired man.

When snow began to fall and settled thickly on the ground, you dragged both husbands outside, under the pretence of spending time together, but the moment they had their backs to you, you threw snowballs at them both.

When they both turned to you face, Shanks had a look of betrayal but his eyes held mischief, while Mihawk looked unimpressed with his eyes holding a dark glint promising punishment in the future. Both of them took a step forward while you took two backward before sprinting away, trying to get back inside, but you were quickly caught by a single arm, then thrown down into the snow with Shanks grinning down at you.

You gave him a shy timid smile which made him lean closer to your face, just what you were hoping for as you grabbed a handful of snow and shoved it down his back, pushed him over and stood up, grinning in triumph at him.

Shanks gave you a glare as he sat up but it was soon turned into smirk, as you momentarily forgot about your dark hair husband until you were grabbed from behind, making you squeak as you were held tightly against him. You tried to squirm out his hold but it just got tighter each time. Mihawk then placed his lips by your ears before telling you that this is what you get for your stunt.

You quickly turned your attention back to your red hair husband, who was now standing in front you, grinning down at you with a handful of snow in his hand. Knowing what he was about to do you tried to reason with him and bribe him with kisses, but it didn't help as you had snow shoved down the front of your top, making you eek and curse at him, as the cold snow made contact with your warm body.

When you finally managed to get free, you glared and pouted at both men, before declaring war then started to make and throw snow balls them. Very few of your throws actually hit their mark. At some point you ducked one of the snow balls Shanks threw which ended up hitting Mihawk in the side of the head.

Watching the scene unfold, your eyes went wide as you put a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from laughing, but the shaking of your shoulders gave you away. He turned and gave you both a sharp glare, as you quickly hide behind Shanks and threw him to wolf, saying that it was all Shanks and you were innocent, in this case.

That however did not sway Mihawk, both of you and Shanks ended up covered in snow, wet and freezing, after being tossed into the snow, a few times.

When you all went back inside, both you and Shanks had to change in to dry clothes, before cuddling up together to warm yourselves up in front of the fire. Mihawk just rolled his eyes before telling you both that it was your own fault, you shouldn't start something you couldn't finish.

Both of you just narrowed eyes and pouted at him, to which he just stared at you both before coming and claiming Shanks lips with his own, as he pulled you from Shanks hold, and placed you in his lap once he was sitting and placed a blanket over you, while his hands covered your to warm them up.

Watching Shanks spread out over the settee, you never imagined that when you first married both these men, that it would end up like this. You had thought it would be a loveless marriage especially with how the first few months were, so made peace with it but having spent the last two months actually getting to know both men and working on the marriage, you just knew it would be a happy and loving marriage.

You smiled to yourself at that thought before snuggling further into Mihawk hold, as you could hear Shanks teasing you lighting, as you decided that a short nap would be good right now.

As you were drifting off, you could feel kisses on the top of your head, as both men began to talk quietly.

You were very happy with how everything had turned out.

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lecl3rcw · 11 months

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Recipe for disaster

Pairings: Charles Leclerc x sister!reader, Arthur Leclerc x sister!reader

Warnings: Curse words, sibling insults.

Summary: Baking a cake with Leclerc 2, 3, & 4.

Authors note: I’ve seen so many siblings/friends on tiktok try this trend so this is my take on this trend but with our fav siblings.

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“Ughh change the dang channel Arthur” The girl groaned finally having enough of her older brother hogging the TV, “Get outta my face” he replies rolling his eyes pushing her away.

“You are so selfish! You’ve been hogging the TV since Enzo left, which was 4 hours ago” she says snatching the remote away from him which resulted in the boy getting up and trying to snatch it back. “Give it back Y/N!” He says reaching out to get it. She leans back her hand away from his, only for the remote to be grabbed by someone else.

“Gosh you two are unbearable” Charles says rolling his eyes shutting the TV off. The two younger ones looked at him in disgust, “Ugh I hate when Charles actually starts acting like an Older sibling” Y/N says, “I know right? It dosent suit him at all” Arthur says, the two teaming up against Charles all of of a sudden.

“Excuse me? You should be greatful I’m doing this, your brains are rotting and frankly I can’t stand hearing you argue one more time, so we’re gonna do something, as a family, that dosent involve the TV” he says, “Fine, what would you like to do Charles” The Girl says taking a seat on the couch, Arthur took a seat next to her. The two looked at each other in annoyance before moving away from each other.

“Well, we should try baking a cake” Charles says enthusiastically, “a cake? Charles no offense but you guys do not know how to bake” the girl says snickering only to recieve a smack on the back of her head. “Arthur, I’m gonna kill you” she says before lunging on him, “alright that’s enough, Arthur go sit on the chair” Charles says, “This isn’t over” he says squinting his eyes at the girl to which she reciprocated by sticking her tongue out.

“Anyways, we’re gonna bake a cake but one of us will be blinded, one of us will be deaf, and one of us will be mute” Charles said. “Respectfully, no Thankyou” Arthur says, “What why?” He asks him.

“I can’t stand Y/N when she’s fully capable of doing things, I don’t have that type of patience” he says getting up to walk to his room, Y/N scoffed “Bitch” she whispered under her breath, “Tur… I didn’t want to resort to this but if you don’t do this, I’m gonna tell Maman that you’re the one who broke her vase” Charles says, He gasps, “You wouldn’t” He says, “He might not, but for sure will” The Girl says giving him an evil smile, “Ugh fine” He says succumbing to the request against his own will.

While Arthur and Charles went to the store to get the stuff for the cake, Y/N took out all the utensils, bowls, and other stuff, she even made 3 chits to make it even on who gets to be what. About 30 minutes later, the brothers return and Y/N has changed into an old T-shirt that she doesn’t really care about. Alas, the siblings were ready to pick their chits and get started on the cake.

“Y/N you should pick last” Arthur says, “Don’t we all pick at the same time?” Charles asks, “She could have sabotaged it to get the one she wants” he says eyeing her suspiciously, “Arthur has anyone ever told you how annoying you are?” She says shaking the bowl with chits, “No, because I’m not” He replies, she rolls her eyes before letting the boys before her pick their chits.

“We open it at the same time ok?” Charles says, When Y/N grabs hers, the three open it at the same time. “Hah! I get to listen to music while I do this” The Girl says happy she got the loud music option, “I cant talk” Charles says groaning, “You think that’s bad? I have to blindfolded! She cheated I demand a redo” Arthur says putting his paper back in the bowl, “It’s not my fault you’re such a sore loser” she says, “Guys it’s fine, let’s just get started on this cake” Charles says officially being done with his younger siblings.

Little did Charles know that baking this cake was the worst decision he could have ever made in his life. With Arthur not being able to see, Y/N not being able to hear, and him not being able to speak, this was for sure gonna be a distaster.

As Arthur grabbed the eggs, well as he attempted to grab it he struggled considering he couldn’t see, “Can someone give me the egg” He asked, “WHAT?” Y/N screamed not being able to hear anything, “Damn stop yelling” He says, Charles visibility rolling his eyes, that didn’t go unnoticed by the youngest Leclerc, “Can someone please Hand me the egg already” Arthur said. Charles handed the egg, Only for Arthur to completely miss the bowl, “Oh you dumbass” Y/N said slapping her hand on her forehead, “What? What happened” Arthur questioned, Charles pushed him out of the way.

“TUR YOU GOTTA STAY AWAY FROM HERE” The Girl says before grabbing a paper towel and cleaning the dropped egg. Little by little the siblings worked their way into making a heart shaped, vanilla flavored cake.

“Now this is the hard part, the decorating” the girl sighed, “hand me the icing” Arthur said, “ARTHUR SPEAK UP” she says, “I SAID HAND ME THE ICING” he says, matching her volume. “OHHH” as she was about to Charles stopped her, shaking his head no, she put the icing back down.

“Hello? Charles? Y/N?” He asks, “WE GOTTA WAIT FOR THE CAKE TO COOL DOWN” Y/N says, the siblings waited and waited, with a lot of ups and downs (Arthur making a mess, Y/N screaming and Charles being a victim) the siblings were finally done. They took of their headphones, blindfold, and cloth off. “Finally lord” Charles says, “This was your idea, and it was the dumbest idea ever” Arthur says rolling his eyes, “It was actually fun, I wish Enzo could be here too, I rarely get to see you guys nowadays” the girl says her mouth spilling all of her heart’s secrets.

“Aw Chérie” Charles says pulling the girl into a hug, Arthur joins in which suprised her a little, “I love all you guys so much” she says, “we love you too” they says unanimously. The 3 were so caught up in their moment they didn’t notice the oldest Leclerc sibling come enter the house and kitchen.

“What the hell is that supposed to be?” Enzo questioned.

“A cake? I learned it from culinary club at school”

“We need to get a refund for those classes”

#charles leclerc x reader #arthur leclerc x reader #Charles Leclerc x sister!reader #arthur leclerc #charles leclerc #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic

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boydepartment · 3 months

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still into you- nishimura riki x reader

a/n: THIS WAS REQUESTED BY ONE OF MY ANONS HERE!

request: now months later reader's in the practice room, late at night on the floor, catching their breath while the music plays in the background softly. it was then when Ni-Ki slams open the door not expecting anyone to be there and their eyes meet through the reflection of the mirror dance rooms have

warnings- none tbh :3 just both of them being goofy

wc- 300-400

MASTERLIST

sprawling out on the practice room floor was like clockwork to you. especially after a long day of dancing and cardio.

it helped to keep you distracted too, your work was everything to you. it helped fill a void that you didn’t even want to think about right now.

you stretched out hearing a couple pops, laughing to yourself before flipping on your stomach to go on your phone.

frowning when you turned it on it was a wallpaper of you and your ex. you really need to delete it, it was still in the wallpaper album that changes it every hour.

it was just a reminder of the void, you weren’t even mad at him anymore. you missed him and wished you had communicated with him more. it’s one of your biggest regrets…

sighing you opened tiktok so you could have your break. your music from your ipad connected to the speakers playing softly in the background. ironically enough still into you by paramore was playing.

you were about to like a video when the door slammed open, scaring you so bad you jumped back.

“GO AWAY IM ABOUT TO PRACTICE!” the boy laughed before walking in, not even taking in your presence as he was looking down at his phone.

for a split second you took in his appearance now. it changed a lot, he looked like he bulked up, his hair was cut shorter, WAS THAT A TATTOO ON HIS FOREARM?

you blinked and he finally looked up at you, “oh.”

oh? that’s all he was gonna say to you? OH? after months of not talking… OH???

“um.” you quickly got up, grabbing your ipad, phone, and hoodie, “you can have the room haha it’s fine anyways-“

“wait no…” riki quickly ran to the door and blocked it, as you were making a beeline to the exit.

you looked up at him, your stuff pooling out of your hands, “get out of my way!”

“no!”

“what the hell!” you started to laugh, “you can have the practice room! let me go!”

“no!” riki said again, now using his arms and legs to block the door, “please don’t leave i really- i just-“

you set your stuff down by your feet, “you need to what? finally explain yourself, apologize for being a dick?”

riki was about to talk, “i-“ he put his hand up, “yeah…”

“little late for that.” you went to pick up your stuff again and you saw him trying to look through his brain for anything. his body slumping against the door now.

part of you felt kinda bad. the breakup was a little messy, him being busy, him not being able to tell you that he loves you, you both being a little short tempered. it just wasn’t the right time for either of you. you didn’t hold bad blood or anything. it was just awkward

you grabbed your stuff properly this time, “okay, move. it’s not funny or cute anymore.”

“anymore? you thought it was funny and cute before?” he put his hands and legs almost in a starfish position again against the door. grinning with that all too familiar mischievous smile of his.

“riki! i’m serious! i’ve been practicing forever, i smell bad and i need to get food!” you tried to move past him. you couldn’t help the small giggles escaping you.

“no! i can’t! i need to tell you that im in love with you still and im sorry i didn’t say it before because i was scared to!” at this point he was word vomiting.

you looked up at him, “you are?”

riki’s eyes were still closed, he nodded rapidly, the last nod he hit his head against the door. which left you falling over laughing.

riki looked horrified, did he just embarrass himself? what if you had another boyfriend already? or girlfriend? it’s been months.

“you’re so cute.”

oh…

his ears turned bright red as he watched you laughing on the floor. you looked up at him with that same sweet smile you had previous to your breakup. he sat down on the floor in front of you.

“i meant what i said…” he said as your laughter died down and you were left staring at eachother.

you smiled at him again, “i still love you.”

his eyes widened and he smiled back, “you do?”

“yes i do.”

he jumped up and did a little dance before grabbing your hands and lifting you up. hugging you and swinging you around.

“i love you so much i’m sorry i didn’t say it before. i really do love you.” he set you down, “even if you smell bad after practicing.”

you shoved his shoulder and riki laughed, “i’m kidding i’m kidding!”

you hugged him again, your arms shaking around his waist.

“can i come with you to eat dinner then?”

“as my boyfriend or my ex?” you mumbled. you felt his arms hold you back, his chin on your head.

“as your boyfriend obviously… if that’s okay…”

you smiled up at him, “yeah that’s okay, if you’re okay with me being stinky?”

he sighs dramatically and raises his eyebrows, “guess thats okay.”

you both start laughing before getting into a debate on what to eat together.

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earlgraytay · 2 years

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I think this article is relevant to a lot of the very stupid, wanky debate that I keep seeing going around my dash about TEENS SELF-DIAGNOSING WITH DID. It is a funny quirky article written by a literary fiction author about how one of her characters got into her head during the pandemic and started dispensing Wry Life Advice, disappearing as soon as the stressful situation ended.

there's this bit that I think @pervocracy wrote, about how if your culture only had two words for 'fear', and one of them was "mild nervousness about passing a test" and the other was "the bone-chilling horror of being chased by zombies in a graveyard", that keeps you from talking about a whole range of human experiences. if you have crippling social anxiety, or you have an uncommon phobia, or any kind of fear that isn't 'mild nerves' or 'IMPENDING PHYSICAL DOOM'? you're stuck choosing between two words that do not suit your experience to describe what's going on.

I think "the experience of having an entity in your head that is Not You" is actually remarkably common- way more than 1%- especially among writers/artists/actors/fandom folks, and especially among anyone who's going through a severe physical or mental stress. an entity like this can exist in varying degrees of independence-from-you and interest-in-the-outside-world. Sometimes this entity is a comforting presence, other times it's a malevolent one. some disappear as quickly as they appear, and others stick with you for your whole life.

A lot of historical cultures had a framework to explain this kind of thing. "This is your daemon." "This is your guardian angel." "You're hearing spirits; you're possessed." Mainstream Western culture rejected these explanations, and in some cases, rightfully fucking so. But we don't really have a framework to replace them.

So if you are experiencing this phenomenon, because of how our society has decided to handle it, you really only have two words for it- "imaginary friend", or "DID alter". in the vast majority of cases neither of these words are appropriate, in the same way that severe social anxiety isn't Test Jitters or IMMINENT FEAR OF YOUR LIFE.*

there is a wide range of human experiences here being collapsed into 2 points. but people who are having that experience are going to need the words to describe it. if you're a published litfic author and the experience is over, you can write an article about it and just come off as a Little Quirky. if you're a teenager on TikTok, the experience is ongoing, and the only word you're being offered is DID? you're gonna take that word.

we need more words for this range of experiences. we need more people to be able to talk about this range of experiences- including DID, which is a very different experience from Brain Octopus up there- without getting tarred as Bad Psycho Crazy. we need to stop arguing whether or not you can only have this state of being from Severe Enough Trauma; we need to be able to accept it as a natural part of how humans are without judgement or shame.

*(Not saying that having alters is the same thing as ZOMBIES IN A GRAVEYARD; it's the Wide Range Of Intensity And Experiences that I'm comparing.)

#general malarkey #tumblr malarkey #multiplicity #plurality #did #mental health #brain octopus #the earl speaks #the earl has an opinion #mental illness #infinite diversity in infinite combinations

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traumatizeddfox · 2 months

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we seriously need to change the language when it comes to abuse. narc abuse does not exist. abusers can have mental disorders, triggers, or traumas but that does not mean people with the same disorder is abusive.

when i first realized i was abused i fell down the narcissistic abuse tiktok trail, i started to believe the only reason my ex was abusive was because he had NPD (he is diagnosed) but then after more of my own research, and conversations with people who are diagnosed with NPD, I realized that abusers are just abusers, and that a lot of people with this disorder are the ones being abused, ostracized from society and not taken serious.

The thing about abusers is they all share the same brain cell, which is why you can list off 10 things most abusers do and a lot of victims will relate. I get countless anons of victims telling me things their abusers did, and I can usually 8/10 times relate on some kind of level, because abusers, again literally only share one brain cell.

The issue with this is abuse has been almost synonymous with the word "narcissist". The amount of shit you see with "Narc abuse", when it's really just abuse. People making countless posts about "how to spot a narcissist, how to fix the narc", etc and I can guarantee you that not all of these abusers have NPD.

BUT we live in such a world of "what about me", so when people try to break the stigma of NPD, victims assume you're telling them they weren't abused. They mention x y z thing that their abuser did, they bring up their mother who maybe was one and maybe their abuser does have NPD, but then these same people want to scream about mental health awareness. They want to say that "Your disorder is not your story", or that everyone with a disorder deserves love, respect, therapy and help but once anyone with a disorder that isn't socially acceptable, it's as if these people turn a blind eye to anyone with a disorder that isn’t classified as worthy. No one is telling you to respect or love the piece of shit who abused you, hurt you, bullied you. Fuck that, but we HAVE to stop associating abuse with npd. if we want to make a change to mental health and the stigma, we need to do with all disorders.

People make these videos, blogs, books, posts, etc on narcissists like they arent...human. The stigma has turned anyone with cluster B personality disorders into something hideous, when really, most of these people are born this way, or deep rooted trauma. BUT when people hear this, they think its giving an excuse. No one is telling you that you have to love ur abuser who might be a narcissist, or that mental disorders = pass. No. Your abuser can have NPD, OCD, depression, etc and be a completely terrible person, and no one is giving them a pass. (Maybe some might but thats a completely different story.) but to just assume NPD = abuser and abuser = npd, is incredibly ableist, but people aren't ready for that one.

The way people talk about people with NPD like they are monsters, and ghouls waiting in the dark corners of the street, waiting to snatch their next victim (who they always describe as being an empath because these people think having empathy = being a good person, when most people aren't even empaths.) They like to romanticize their abuse as well. Talking about how narcissists spot victims who are so "kind, loving, wonderful, special." They try to make it this thing that it's not. Abusers do not abuse you because you are special. they abuse you because they are abusers. Your abuser is a piece of shit who deserves to die because they are an abuser. not because they have a disorder.

period.

#actuallytraumatized #ventcore #actuallymentallyill #traumacore #ok to rb #trauma #actuallyabused #npd safe #npd positivity #narc abuse #narcissists #narcassistic personality disorder

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dracoflaco · 2 months

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Waiting for you // Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x fem!reader

contains: fluff, stressed out reader, use of y/n, flashbacks (in italics), 1.2k words

a/n: its been so long since I write so if it looks cranky, don’t blame me. Idk honestly 🤷🏻‍♀️ (no summary cuz I'm lazy lol)

I reach for the box under my bed, it has been covered in dust meaning it has been down there since forever. Bumping my head in the process of taking the box, I let out a wince, “ouch, this damn bed. I’m throwing you away one day I swear,” I muttered, rolling my eyes. I wipe the dust away to see the hidden words under those dust. ‘Love’ was written on the lid of the box, “I don’t remember having this before” furrowing my eyebrows, trying to remember anything.

The song from my playlist continues to play, starting a sad tune. I turn to where I place my phone, confused as to why there’s some kind of sad song and to be precise Taylor Swift? I shrug it away and stares at the box in front of me, I’ve been cleaning my room since this afternoon and without noticing the time, the sun has started to set. Plopping on my bed, I take the lid off. My smiles starts disappearing just how he did…

I laugh at him when he starts cracking some jokes out of nowhere. We’ve been walking for 30 minutes after our date night. Both us close to each other, my purse in his hand. “Also Nick face was literally covered in it, we had to make a TikTok,” Chris laughed, swinging my hand with his softly.

“Happy Birthday my pretty girl. I’m sorry I had to! It was the plan, baby,” he winked, handing me the flower lego to me “my love will last just how this flower last” I laughed at his cheesy pickup lines, rolling my eyes playfully “I really thought you forgot about it, Chris. You better don’t do this again” I squint my eyes at him. “We’ll see princess, we’ll see.” He said, shrugging his shoulder making the ‘who knows’ face. I slap his arm playfully, he eventually starts laughing and bringing me closer into his arms, “I love you, y/n. Even the world can’t describe it”

“This is so good, baby. Cook more often please please please” he begged, chewing the food I made for him. Chris stands up from his seat and walks towards me “Thank you, baby” He hugs me from behind and lift me off from the floor to twirl me. I laugh lightly “Chrisss, put me down” I whine playfully and he set me back on the floor, giving my face all the kiss it needed.

A solemn tear fell down my cheek, snapping me out of it. I blink my eyes a few times to stop it but the tears keep flowing down my face like a river escaping a dam. I try wiping it away as the door of my room creaks open, someone just came into my room. Luckily my back was facing the door, giving me times to prepare myself and turns around once I think I’m presentable enough. Nick stood there at my door frame, concerns could be seen on his face, “Nick? Hey, what are you doing here? Should’ve tell me before barging into my room,” I chuckled, eyes avoiding his

“You’ve been crying.” Nick stated, heading towards where I’m seated. One look of the things in my hands, he knew it straightaway. “Missing him? Everyday I passed his room, I could hear him sobbing his heart out. He still loves you, you know? Let him in again?” He suggests, rubbing my shoulder softly. Bringing me closer to his side, laying my head on his shoulder. I stare at the necklace which happened to be in the box, being on the top of the other.

“How? How, Nick? He was the one who ended it, I got no time to stop him from doing so!” I cry out, burying my face in his shoulder. My whole body is shaking from the amount of tears and sobs coming out of me. “Yet you still cry about it, y/n. It’s been what? Almost a year and you two still mourn for each other. I never believe you when you said you moved on from him. It was and still is in your eyes.” Nick whispered into my ears, his hand never stops rubbing my shoulder.

“It hurts Nick, I still want him but God knows how my brain despise him when he said those words to me but my heart says the opposite” I sobbed, pouring my heart out. Nick only nods and comfort me softly, whispering sweetness to me till I slowly calm down from all the loud sob, non stopping flows of tears. My fingers taking the necklace from the box and turn it around. An engrave of ‘I love you - c.s’. I let my thumb stays on the engraving.

Minutes of staring it, I unclasp the hook and place it around my neck. Nick only observe my movement, saying absolutely nothing. I sigh lowly, resting the necklace on my collarbone. Sounds of a phone ringing starts to play, Nick take his phone out of the pocket of his trousers. The caller ID shows that it was Chris. I nod towards the phone, telling Nick to answer the phone call.

His thumb lingers on the decline button but finally pressing the green button, “Chris? Why’d you call?” He ask, talking to the phone. I shift away from Nick to give them both some privacy. I search for my phone only to be met with the battery logo. Grabbing the charger on the bedside table and plugging it in. “I’ll give you two some times but don’t ask again after this. You better not missed anything or even mess this up again, or I’m killing you myself.” The call comes to an end.

I walk back to my bed and peers at his phone, “what happened?” I asked, picking up the box from the bed and move it into my closet. “Nothing, Chris just asked about the juice from yesterday.” Oh. I nodded out of disappointment and settle down beside him. “Whatever happen, just let it flow naturally. Do not push it away. You better hear me out this time, y/n.” He said, looking into my eyes with seriousness.

My brow furrows softly, confusion starts to spread on my face, “okay? Anyway why did you come here all of a sudden?”

“You weren’t answering the text I gave you and all my calls went straight to the voicemail. You expect me not to panic knowing you” He said, crossing his arms. “Anyway I’m gonna go buy some takeout with Matt, you want the usual?”

“The usual I guess?” I shrugged, “up to you though, I don’t mind”

Nick wave at me and left me alone in my room with my clouded thoughts. Sighing, I rose to my feet and drag myself to the bathroom to wash my face. My eyes are a bit red and puffy after the crying session and all. The sound of my door bell rings all over my house, I dry my face quickly. Rushing down the stairs to open the door. Time seeming to slow down, feeling as if I can hear my own heartbeat. There he stood, My Chris or what used to be. The tears in my eyes threatening to fall, “Chris…” I whispered-

-to be continued-

#the sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo oneshot #chris sturniolo fic #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo angst #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo oneshot

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eternalsams · 10 months

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Bitter Taste ➻ Miguel O'Hara

pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!miguel!reader

warning/content: swearing, violence, blood, some ATSV spoilers (but would take place before ATSV events)

summary: Miguel thought he was Nueva York's only Spider-Man, he was wrong.

words count: 1.7k

a/n: English isn't my first language, so please take that into consideration. This is straightly inspired by a tiktok I saw and been obsessing over for the last couple days. (@/soumart_1 on tiktok who made that incredible fanart and inspired this fanfic). Also I tried to use a bit of Spanish but I'm really not bilingual, if you see any weird sentences, feel free to correct me :)

a/n (2): I may write a part 2 if you want, this could even become a series if you like it that much but for now, it's a one-shot.

(my gif)

Miguel was standing in front of his screens as usual, and Lyla was pestering him, as usual. She kept repeating he should take a break and rest, that the multiverse won't collapse if he took a nap. But he knew better. He knew only him could protect the entirety of the multiverse. He rubbed his eyes tiredly but didn't move from his spot, his eyes scanning every screen in front of him, looking for a single trace of an anomaly. "I can see you're exhausted, I don't need to scan you to know you need to sleep." Lyla's voice would soon turn into a nightmare for Miguel if she didn't stop bothering him. "I don't need to sleep. I didn't create you so you can pester me all day long." He grumbled, crossing his arms on his chest and stroking his chin and cheek, pensive. "At this point, it's all night long..." He could hear the little lady mutter as she sunk into her holographic chair. Miguel sighed and opened a new screen before tapping a well known code and before Lyla could stop him, she disappeared with a little bubble sound. Now he was left alone for the rest of the night and he could focus on his task.

A few hours and a couple of coffee cups later, Miguel was seated in an uncomfortable chair, his eyes burning from exhaustion and his brain begging for a break. But no, he kept looking at the screen and sometimes checking on the weakest universes, the ones where the anomalies tend to land in the most. He was so focused on his work and so tired that he didn't hear the portal opening below his platform. He could've heard it if he was well rest, but he wasn't. And he would've heard the web sticking to the ceiling if he wasn't so focused on the screens and so stubborn on finding an anomaly. But he didn't hear any of that. He didn't know he was the prey of a new kind of predator. The kind that didn't need lights to see in the dark and that could almost smell his exhaustion from another universe. He didn't hear the steps getting dangerously closer to him but he did feel the claws digging into his shoulder and throwing him on the ground. He groaned in pain and rolled over on the floor but when he looked up, fangs and claws out, he didn't see anyone. His eyes turned from brown to red and he tried to look around him in the dark, but his sight had been severely damaged by the screens he'd been watching for hours now.

He frustratingly groaned and when he got on his feet, he only heard rushed steps on his left before feeling claws slicing the skin on his neck. He immediately held a hand to his throat to check the wound and he could feel it wasn't a deep cut. Which meant that the thing attacking him didn't want to kill him immediately, it wanted to intimidate him first. "Whatever you are, I am not scared of you." He said out loud, looking around and trying to focus on what he could hear. But only the sound of his blood pumping and his heart racing in his chest reached his ears. It had been a long time since he had to use completely his senses, normally he'd only use his strength to stop his ennemies. But this one seemed to be smarter than the anomalies he was used to chase down. "Eres débil." (You're weak.) He heard a rather feminine voice chuckle in the dark. The jab didn't make him laugh at all but rather grumble something. He stretched his neck and winced when he felt more blood coming out of the injury. "¿Por qué no te muestras ante mí?" (Why don't you show yourself to me?) Miguel groaned before wiping some blood off his neck with his wrist. "¿Qué tiene eso de divertido?" (Where is the fun in that?) The woman chuckled once again before he heard her swinging above him. He was starting to hear more perceptibly and see more clearly now, his senses getting used to this new enemy.

The next time he felt her approaching, he focused on his hearing and swinged his clawed fists in her direction, earning him a yelp of pain. He smiled in victory and jumped in her direction, claws and fangs out. But what he didn't hear was his enemy immediately recovering from his attack and jumping on him at the same time. They collided, groaned and rolled over on the floor. Miguel could almost see clear as day and he could discern long dark hair and a tan skin. Two red orbs were staring at him and he was sure his were staring at her the exact same way. "Cabrón!" (You bastard!) She hissed and the lights turned on when Miguel's back collided with the commands. He straightened up and looked up at his enemy before freezing. The woman attacking him was wearing the exact same suit as him, the only difference was that the red parts on his suit were orange on hers. The shock on his face wasn't similar on hers though. She knew exactly who he was when she attacked him, there was no doubt. "Who the fu-" He murmured before she jumped on him once more. He dodged her by a hair and when he went to grab her ankle, she shot her organic webs on one of the desk in the office and threw it in Miguel's direction. He received it right in the chest and humphed, pushing it off him.

"Enough!" He growled out and grabbed her wrist when she threw herself at him. Her claws were out, her eyes shining red and fangs menacing. Just like him. With her strength, she pushed him against the nearest wall and sank her claws in the concrete next to his head. Her second hand was held back by his grasp but was dangerously approaching his face. She snarled at him and with the remaining strength he had in him, he pushed her back and spined her around so he could slam her body against the wall. She squirmed to get free but his hold on her wrist was strong and before she could even think about using her legs to get away, he pinned her to the wall, crushing her body with his. "That's enough." He groaned in her ear as she kept growling like a feral animal. "I'm gonna ask you questions and you better answer me correctly. Who are you?" He struggled to keep her in place. "Why would I tell you?" She said in a thick Spanish accent. "Wrong answer." He grunted as he snaped her wrist to break it. She yelled in pain and rested her head against the wall, taking deep breaths to concentrate on her healing. "Again. Who are you?" He asked once more. The woman took a deep breath to calm down and opened her eyes to stare at him, her pupils turning back to brown. "Creo que sabes quién soy." (I think you know who I am.) She said as he kept staring at her for a moment before grabbing her elbow and twist it awkwardly. "Wait, wait, wait! I'll tell you who I am..." She immediately submitted. He released her elbow but didn't let her go, waiting for her to speak.

"I'm Michaela O'Hara." She introduced herself, slowly retracting her claws. Miguel froze for a moment, he put two and two together and understood she was another version of himself. "Why are you trying to kill me?" He asked, tightening his grip on her wrist because he knew she would never stop trying to get free. That's what he would do. "Actúas como un loco y casi destruyes el multiverso!" (You're acting insane and almost got the multiverse destroyed!) She growled at him, showing her fangs. "I paid the price of my mistake, I won't do it again." He said, his voice low in memory of his daughter. "Dios mío... You think you're the only one who lost Gabriella? Pathetic... I'm not here about her, I'm here about Miles Morales." (Jesus Christ...) She explained and he frowned. "What about the kid?" He loosened his grip on her and she immediately noticed it, deciding not to mention it. "I know exactly what you want to do to him. That's what I would have done. But you're wrong, Miles is not an anomaly, not more than us." She slowly pushed back from the wall, taking advantage of his distract. His eyes snapped back at her and he frowned once more. "How did you manage to stay hidden from me? I would've noticed you." And by I, he meant Lyla. "You think I would have let an idiot like you keep an eye on me? Oh, Cariño... Yo era el que te vigilaba." (Oh, Honey... I was the one keeping an eye on you.) She chuckled. "Do not think you're the only one who thought about exploring the multiverse." She said with a little smirk as she showed him another version of his multi-dimensional watch.

Only then he noticed she got free from his grip and when he tried and grab her once more, she just swatted at his hand. "And, by the way, I'm not actually trying to kill you. I just wanted to stop you." She walked around his office, looking at the multiple screens. She went to tap on some board before Miguel grabbed her wrist. "Don't touch anything or I'll break every single bone of your hand." He threatened her. "Relax, Grumpy. I will not break anything. You should get that checked out." She said, pointing at the injury on his neck. He brought a hand to his wound and hid a wince of pain. She silently chuckled and turned around, looking at the different universes shown on the screens. "Puedo?" (May I?) She asked as she pointed at the keypad on the desk. Miguel quietly grunted but nodded his head, watching attentively what she was doing. She entered coordinates and a new screen appeared with a number at the top. "Earth-203." Miguel read in a whisper. "Where I'm from, it is basically the same as here. Year 2099, flying cars, bullet trains directly to the moon, bla bla bla... Except I'm Spider-Woman instead of Spider-Man. Well, I'm Viuda-Araña." (Spider-Widow) She explained as she discreetly placed a microchip under Miguel's desk.

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justawritterwithideas · 1 year

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"Damn, he's so cute." | s.r

summary: Spencer returns home and the last thing he expects to hear is that his partner is fangirling about someone else besides him.

warnings: spencer jealous by min yoongi, so it is a jealous!spencer x army!reader, for my dear armys.

based on this tiktok, because shit, he's attractive.

words: 812 words.

a/n: Here is a little blurb improvised after watching a video of Min Yoongi, I hope you like it. Also, during the weekend I will be uploading the requests that have been asking me, I promise to upload them. Thanks for all the support, and soon I will be uploading chapter 2 of "Boy Wonder and the Rockstar".

One of Spencer's problems with being a technophobe was not keeping up with pop culture, so knowing the latest gossip or what was trending that day was not his forte.

Unlike Penelope, who was the encyclopedia of pop culture. Any kind of question or news you had about what happened to a certain celebrity over the weekend, she'd fill you in no problem.

So, when Spencer started dating you, he was constantly asking Penelope about what was going on in the pop world and coming home to talk about it. That way, Spencer could be listening to you fascinated about what you thought about anything and be fed with new information.

But one day, as he was coming home from a meeting to his shared apartment from a meeting, he could hear a comment from his room.

"Good Lord, how can he be so attractive?"

Spencer's brain stopped working for a couple of seconds.

Who was attractive?

Who did you find attractive?

Maybe you meant him.

He used to be very cocky about his looks ever since he started dating you, because of the constant compliments you gave him. Plus, he knew deep down inside that comment to someone else.

"Damn, he's so cute."

Who the fuck was that person?

The door to the room slowly opened, revealing your back silhouette as you watched something on your phone. A flirtatious smile left your lips, managing to fuel your boyfriend's jealousy even more.

"Hey, beautiful."

You turned around, blocking the screen of your phone and put it aside to hug your newly arrived boyfriend by the neck.

"My love, how did it go? I was already starting to miss you."

A sarcastic chuckle came out of Spencer's mouth, leaving an annoyed smile to settle on his lips. Your face made a slightly confused grimace, looking at your boyfriend blankly.

"Is something wrong, Spence?"

"I don't know, you tell me."

You gently pulled away from him, looking at him with some confusion in that minute. You bit your lip, noticing how suddenly his face looked serious with a hint of annoyance.

"I don't really know, nothing's wrong." You followed the man's gaze, noticing how he stopped on your phone and blurted out with some momentum.

"Who were you just talking about?"

"What, what are you talking about?"

"Who do you find so attractive and cute? Huh?" your eyes scanned Spencer, causing you to let out a chuckle, fixating on that adorable bout of jealousy.

"Are you jealous, Spencer?"

"Tell me, who is it?"

You could tell by his tone of voice that he wasn't for jokes, so you decided to give him the answer he so desperately craved.

Your feet went to your phone, which you unlocked and showed him.

In the video, there was a famous Korean singer named "SUGA" or "AGUST D", who had been recorded by a fan taking off gloves and then doing his hair back, which to you was quite an attractive action, but to Spencer it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Him I find attractive. He's from the Korean group I was telling you about the other day, BTS, remember them?"

Spencer's eyes went from your phone screen to your face, feeling embarrassment take over his face. He was jealous of some pixels, of a video of a worldwide recognized artist, of some pixels of video.

"Love..." An embarrassed chuckle escaped Spencer's lips. "Sorry, I just heard you so suddenly and, well, I didn't expect to hear that just coming home and fawning over another man, god... How embarrassing."

"Spence, honey, it's okay. It's understandable, it wouldn't be the first thing I'd want to hear either if you just got home, plus it had to be weird that you suddenly put my phone away after saying something so revealing. It's fine." You mentioned laughing, letting your hands go to his neck and caressed the unruly curls brushing your fingers. "But, there is no man more attractive than you, pretty boy. No one is quite like you."

A cocky smile settled on the lips of your partner, who was suddenly kissing your mouth in a deep kiss.

"I'm glad no one has yet taken my spot of being the most attractive man in your life."

"No one could do it, love."

"What about that 'SUGA' guy?"

You paused, making a thoughtful face before you could see the feigned annoyance Spencer had and let out an amused chuckle.

"This is a hard question, I have to think about it more."

"Well this will make you not think about it anymore."

"Spence!"

As soon as you let out the last sentence, Spencer's hands went to your hips and he lifted you up to carry you to your bed, leaving you to prove to yourself that night who was number one on your beauty scale and in your heart.

If you like it, don't forget to like and repost it.

a lot of love, alme. ❀

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darkhairedmenrule · 2 years

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“Of course we love you Darling”

This fic was inspired by a tiktok, so take that how you will. This is the first time I've published anything on Tumblr, but I have written fanfic before. So please, be gentle if this isn't great. This is a gift for my lovely Lou on their birthday, I hope you enjoy this❤️

Laying in bed was supposed to bring you a sense of peace, that you were done for the day. It was supposed to allow you time to decompress, relax, and rest so that you would feel refreshed the next day. But life has a funny way of turning things on its head. While you wished you could be relaxing, you were instead lying uncomfortably in your bed, staring at the ceiling as the day replayed in your mind. But specifically earlier when your world felt like it was thrown into a time warp. It seemed, that your brain was not ready for rest until you resolved this. With a sigh you rose up and sat on the edge of your bed, contemplating exactly how to move forward. Anyway, you look at this, you thought this is going to hurt.

Getting up you made your way out of your room, down the hall to where his familiar door was. You stood before his door for a few moments before getting your nerve and knocking. You heard some movement before you saw him pull the door open. Your eyes roved over his lithe body, clad in a soft henley and even softer-looking sweatpants that you would not think he would ever own. But, even professionals need to be comfortable at some point in their lives. Mentally shaking those thoughts away, you make eye contact with him in his doorway as he appraises you. Clearing your throat, you try and give him a forced smile. “ Hey, can I come in?” You force out, willing your voice not to shake. He gives you a small one that is only reserved for two people and steps aside to let you in. As you walk in, you notice that the room has a soft glow, proving that he does in fact use those candles that you got for his birthday this past year. As you take in his gorgeously decorated room, which frankly smells and looks amazing, you hear him shut the door and start to walk toward you.

“ Are you going to tell me why you are here little lamb?” He asks, breaking the relative silence as he observes you. “ Hanni, I just wanted to apologize for how I acted earlier, it was uncalled for and I'm deeply sorry” came your reply, genuine but timid as you looked into his deep maroon eyes. “ And what exactly are you apologizing for lamb?” “ Well, I- uh we kissed earlier. And I know you and will are happy together and it didn't mean anything. I'm sorry if I upset either of you, obviously, you don't want me to be kissing you” you ramble on, not noticing how Hannibal's gaze is darkening as you continue to inadvertently insult yourself. The words that you don't say are loud in his mind. They don't realize how we feel for them. How oblivious are they? I know they feel the same. I need to fix this, no love of mine will feel less than. “ Do not belittle our love like this, I thought our feelings were clear little one.” You stare at Hannibal in confusion, “ What do you mean our feelings? I know you two are together Hanni.” You notice his eyes darkening this time when he lets out a fond sigh, Ah they do not know, I’ll have to remedy this. “Darling, Will and I do love each other but we are an incomplete pair. We also love you little lamb.” You let out a heavy breath, “ Hannibal this isn't funny ok? I know you two don't love me, why would you?” you say as you look down, internally cursing yourself for being so stupid earlier. If you had just ignored your stupid crush on the gorgeous men, none of this would have happened. “ Hanni I know you don't love me, why would you love me if you have each other? You both are absolutely gorgeous and I'm nothing in comparison.”

“ Since when have we ever allowed you to talk about yourself like that little one?” asks Will as he comes out of the bathroom, pulling you into his arms. You see Hannibal’s lip pull into a small smile despite his storming face. “ Darling, I know you don’t see yourself as beautiful or desired but you are completely wrong. We both want, no crave you. It's torture to see you hate and distance yourself from us when we are close. Yes, we love each other, but you make us whole.” As he finishes his frankly beautiful and infallible statement, you go to refute him when Will speaks up. “ Little one, of course we love you, you bring us both a sense of peace. You always know how to calm us both down on our bad days or just in general. You love to talk to Hanni about his passions for art and cooking and talk to me about my dogs and poetry. I know that society has told you that you need to be a certain size to be beautiful, but it's complete shit. We love you exactly as you are; our beautiful, strong, intelligent, and funny Darling. We know that you might not love yourself yet, but we will love you until you can. We want you Darling, to be ours for eternity and not a moment less. What do you say? Do you want to be ours?” He finishes his mini speech with a heart wrenching squeeze around you and that's when the dam breaks. When you finally allow yourself that lie that you tell yourself at night that it's not really there, that they don't love you to be pushed out of your mind as the tears leak down your cheeks. You feel Hannibal come and wrap his arms around you and Will, them effectively making a giant hug for you to cry your heart out in. Through the tears, you can hear them say sweet whispered truths to you, and one day you'll believe them. You are so beautiful, Darling. We love you so much. You are ours. You are loved. You are enough. I Love You.

* Authors Note*

Hi Lovelies, this story is just the beginning for these three, as I have many more ideas for them. I wanted to dedicate this to @hannibals-favourite-meal as they are my soulmate and its their birthday! I hope you had a great day darling, 21 will never look better than it does on you. I love you! Thank you for reading 💖💝

#Happy Birthday #I Love You Lou #x plus size reader #Hannibal Lector x plus size reader #Will Graham x plus size reader #Hannibal laector x reader #Will Graham x reader #Hannigram x reader #Darkhairedmenrule fics #my fic

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