#they have this little nest where they grow up together and that is just SO CUTE

[adaelines]

monster!konig w a breeding kink EEE MAKES ME FERAL

i am a slut. a whore. i blacked out in the heat and this was written. please enjoy! warnings: afab but gender neutral reader, monster konig, monster cock, he wants to breed you so bad!! you're reffered to as his mate, hes Big. Bigger than normal.

Keep Still.

Echoed in your mind like a voice whispered in the dark, the large and heavy presence pressing against your back making himself known, demanding your attention. Being mated to an eldritch being was anything but normal, König adored you and made it clear in everything he did, in every little click and purr against your neck. 

Pressing you down into the nest he had made for you, he grumbles against your neck, tentacles moving to take a hold of your face. He was so gentle, every touch and caress made with the uttermost love and reverence, it was obvious just how much he loved you. This being, powerful enough to end worlds and destroy men without an inch of effort, was so in love with you, so gentle and loving, and he did his best to prove it to you. 

He wanted you forever, wanted you to have his clutch and stay with him, through anything for as long as time itself will exist. It was staggering, and you wouldn't change it for the world, not when the big man you love would do anything to keep you happy.

Stay.

He spoke in your mind, voice low and heavy. He always did this, in your moments together alone, spoke to you directly in your mind instead of using his voice.

It was so intimate, having him this close, having him inside of your mind, quite literally. You always thought of him anyway, your thoughts full of nothing but your love, but having him invade you like this was different. 

Not bad, at all, just… new.

The tentacles on your face continued to caress you, to hold you against him and feel across your skin as if he was committing you to memory, like he was worshipping you and admiring you entirely. 

Slowly, carefully, one tentacle moved. Down your face, taking in every small detail, before pressing against your lips. His hands came up, moving your hair out of your face, his own head pressing against the back of yours. You could hear him close, all the low growls and purrs straight from his chest, only increasing when he slowly pressed into your mouth. 

A kiss between two lovers. Your lips spread wide, eyes fluttering shut, the deep blue, very near black, tentacle pressing deeper. It was comforting, the heavy weight of him against your tongue. He knew you well, knew exactly how much to push you before it became too much, how much you could take before it was uncomfortable. 

Pretty little thing.

Lower this time, voice almost distorted. You were already having an effect on him. Already causing him to lose his sharp edge.

You muttered his name in reverence, worshipping the tentacle in your mouth as if it was his cock, treating it the same. One hand moving up to gently hold his, so much bigger than yours, so easily encasing the entirety of yours, as your other moved lower, grabbing his hip the best you could to pull him into you, deeper, closer.

He, in return, buried his face into the back of your neck, his low noises of affection only doubling at your touch, only growing louder at your returned attention.

You could feel him everywhere, all around you, inside your mind. He wrecked you with a simple move of his tentacles, the way he pushed himself to the forefront of your mind. 

His cock, however, was the only thing you could truly focus on. Hard against your thigh, he was absolutely massive. In his human form, rarely taken around you, he was always big. But like this? Behind you, pinning you to the nest, in the form that was entirely him, trying to describe just how big he was seemed impossible. It always took a while for him to prepare you, to ready you to take him whole, and he never complained. He felt true pleasure in giving, when it came to you.

"König," Muttered around the tentacle, your hands tightening where they held him. A silent plea, a beg for him to give you more, to touch and take anything he wanted. 

A low growl rumbled in his chest, an agreement. He was slow in his movements, hands trailing down your sides, worshipping you in the simple touch. He took his time, admiring, feeling you beneath him. You were naked, as you always were in your shared nest, and you muttered thanks to whatever God there was for it.

No God. Just me.

His hands reached your hips, finally, and you heard the clicks he let out in approval. You were already so wet, almost soaking the material below you, and he could smell it. 

"C'mon, König…" You muttered once more, gently pulling away from the tentacle in your mouth, pressing one more kiss to the almost slimy skin at König's low growl, "Need you to breed me already…"

You felt him press his version of a kiss between the back of your shoulder blades, resting his head there as he moved his fingers to your hole.

Wet. Already? Whore.

His grin widened against your skin, and you could feel it, his big, sharp teeth against your soft skin. All he'd have to do is widen his jaw slightly to break skin, it would be so easy for him. His teeth are as inhuman as the rest of him, as terrifyingly different. Not to you, anyway, not anymore. You know him, love him, nothing about him is scary now.

It doesn't change the butterflies you feel in your stomach, though. The sickly twist would normally be unwelcome, with anyone else. Not with König, though, never with König.

The whine that leaves you is loud, as his hands move to hold your thighs apart. The burn as your thighs reach as far apart as they will go feels good. A promise of what's to come, of what he's about to do to you. 

Ready, yes?

König, the loving monster he was, had spent most of the day that had already passed simply preparing you. Getting you ready to take as much as your smaller body would handle, as deep as he could go without causing you any pain. He would never want that. He's a smart man, knows when to hit and when to kiss, and right now, with you about to take his seed, his brood, he wants to kiss every inch of you.

With your muttered assurance, kisses pressed to the tentacles beside your face, he purrs against your back once more. You would often compare him to a cat, the way he would completely pin you to the nest with his body, purring against you. 

All thought was lost to you when he moved, pressing his face into your skin, pushing his cock inside of you. Slowly, carefully, once more. His cock was larger than a humans, and different. More like his tentacles, a lighter shade of blue, a lot shorter than the rest but so much more thicker. It dripped more, too, the rest of his tentacles were covered in a viscous liquid, most similar to slime, but none of them leaked the way his cock did. 

Especially not when inside of you. Your cunt tight and warm around him, he couldn't help himself, couldn't help the amount he spilled inside of you, pressing his teeth lightly against the skin of your back.

Good. Pretty, take it, please, take it.

The voice in your head was no longer confident, loud, no longer put together and self assured. He was whining, almost, a husky edge to his low words. Being inside of you, even for the short moment, was enough to reduce him to this. You reduced the monster of a god, an eldritch being who considered you his mate, to nothing more than man begging to breed you.

Deep inside of you, his cock twitched, squirmed, and pressed against every spot that it could. He wanted to make you feel good, wanted to make you cum over and over on his cock, till you couldn’t think of anything but him inside of you, the both of you wet and loud. Everytime he pressed his hips forward, into you as much as he physically could, the noise that it made was lecherous. You were already wet, the hours of prep made sure of it, added with the liquid from his cock inside of you, every thrust of his hips, no matter how small, made a squelch.

It doesn’t take long for him to cum, having spent so many hours teasing and pleasuring you, it doesn’t take you long either. He reaches his peak with a guttural sound, low and inhumane, his hips pressed flush against yours. It makes his cock reach even deeper, pressing against you in a way that was almost painful, but it was easily enough for you to cum as well. 

His cum was thick, vicious inside of you. He never moved from his position behind you, hips flush, not even when the cum spilled out from beside his cock. Letting out low rumbles intended to calm you, to comfort you, you once again hear his voice.

Need it to take. Ready for more, yes?

#konig x reader #konig smut #konig cod #konig #konig x you #cod konig #cod x reader #cod smut #cod #call of duty smut #call of duty x reader #call of duty #modern warfare #modern warfare smut #call of duty x you

[smoke-and-silver]

Rut Season Headcanons

feeding the people as promised 😔

General headcanons / all characters:

Horn/antler growth in real life animals increases exponentially during mating season, so I like to think that demon horns also increase in size during ruts.

They run hot during their cycle; flushed cheeks and blown pupils are common.

Certain animals actually “play wingman” to their siblings, helping them with courtships rather than competing with them, to increase the chance of family genes being passed on.

In line with this, the brothers shockingly fight less during rut, and are more likely to share MC during this time.

Heaven forbid a lesser demon makes a move during rut though, or there will be a brawl.

MC can calm them down and ask for mercy on the other demon’s behalf, thankfully.

Belphegor

Between his engorged horns and how much energy his cycle takes out of him, he has trouble holding his head up at times. He nods off more often during the season.

He has a deep heavy scent, something like oud or dark dark chocolate, that just surrounds him during rut. It’s a pleasant musk meant to appeal to mates; a hazy miasma that just melts your brains.

He’s so pliant the entire season. You can climb atop him any time you see him dozing somewhere and he’ll let you use him as long as you like.

The out-of-your-mind-horny hormones and drowsiness makes such a funny combination. He’ll be struggling to keep his eyes open and still climb on top of MC to mount up because they cooed at him and asked him to please them.

He’ll practically collapse right after but dammit he’ll get the job done.

It’s pretty entertaining how quickly they can rouse him just by offering themselves, really. Like waking a kid on Christmas morning, he’ll sit up even as his eyes have barely opened, all wobbly still as he reaches for MC or stumbles over to them.

He doesn’t have very flashy displays or colors like some demons, but he makes absolutely the most inviting nests. That combined with his little demon love perfume and the fact he really is just gorgeous to behold all stretched across the pillows full demon form–he still has a very strong appeal all his own.

Beelzebub

The most territorial during rut. Extra defensive of the house, his brothers, and MC. Definitely starts the most brawls with other demons at this time.

Sometimes it’s out of protectiveness, sometimes it’s to show off for MC, other times it’s just to blow off steam from how hormonal he is right now. He’s locking horns left and right.

Will straight up swing his horns or scuff the ground at other demons the way bulls do before they charge, to make them back off.

Rut is the only time lesser demons can’t appease him with an offering of food. All that’s on his mind right now is knocking skulls together and bending MC over the nearest piece of furniture.

He’s very insistent on making sure MC is fed, even more so than usual.

He can even be a little pushy with it, holding more food to their lips even as they struggle to chew what he’s already given them. He wants to see their stomach so full. It may be hard to convince him that they can’t eat any more.

I love the headcanon that he can rub his wings together to make noise the way some bugs do. I like to think it’s a hypnotic, polyphonic sound, like the tinkling of furin chimes. ( https://fb.watch/oSx4Q-bHBh/ )

The “song” can induce a pleasant daze if you don’t resist it. With everything willing and consensual of course, you could let him lay you down and take care of you for a while.

The iridescence on his wings grows more vivid during rut season, the tips taking on an almost stained glass look. With his big horns and more demonic features unveiled, he really is beautiful to see.

Asmodeus

We know he handles it the best. He retreats to his room with tea and slippers and chocolate and handles the hormonal storm like a pro. Though, there’s moments where he’s clearly straining, taking deep calming breaths that sometimes come out shaky.

He breaks now and then, even after centuries of practice, when no amount of self-care and happy thoughts can soothe the boiling heat inside of him.

Those nights, he just cycles through every toy and wand he owns, unable to keep himself sated for long without help. If MC accepts his invitation they will be there all night.

Like Belphegor, he has some pheromones going on, though much less intense–more like a natural perfume.

A heady scent like honey clings to his skin. It’s warm and he smells like sex incarnate–fittingly.

Absolutely no sparring or clacking horns. Demons who challenge him get ignored. If someone threatens MC or his brothers at this time he’ll just skip the brawl and slice them open with his claws. You’re reminded that even if he isn’t interested in the usual rut fights, he is absolutely still an effective killer.

His main mating display is preening and adorning both himself and his person of interest–so, not too different from his usual shows of love, really!

Though, his bubbly demeanor melts away to something much more sultry. He’s less playful and far more direct with his flirtations now. His gaze is so heated and his words are slower and dripping with need.

Where he would typically propose some cheerful invitation or giggle through some innuendos, during rut he’ll put his hands over MC’s, and look at them with half-lidded eyes, and tell them exactly what he’d like to be doing together right now.

Satan

Oh his face is so flushed and lovely during rut. A permanent blush on his pretty cheeks the whole season.

He can’t focus on anything. His mind is clouded and his whole body feels so hot. All he wants to do is bury himself in MC and taste their lips.

Naturally pretty good at avoiding fights though, with how practiced he is at keeping his temper down and controlling himself. No demon has the nerve to challenge him to spar anyways.

Bets are off if MC asks him to challenge someone, though. They murmur in his ear that they’d like to see him put on a show and a thrill runs through him, tail flicking around and his breath quickening. RIP the nearest demon.

MC can straight up sic him on people like an attack dog while he’s in rut. He won’t pick any fights himself, but he’s eager to display his strength for them if they ask.

 It’s okay; demons are good sports about it. Everyone fights everyone during rut. No hard feelings.

The amped up demon forms are out all season. It’s too much to maintain a human glamour while your hormones are raging. Not only do his horns swell but a second, smaller pair appears. His blue eyes deepen like a storm rolling over the sea and a small, ephemeral flame can almost be seen flickering above his head, depending on the light.

He’s the biggest on scenting. Any chance he gets he’s nuzzling on MC or burying his face in their hair. He loves breathing in their scent and he loves leaving his behind on them.

Probably the most forward with his advances. At some point he’ll just herd MC into his room, even bumping them, gently, with his horns once or twice to urge them forward, then lock the door behind them and enjoy them for a few hours.

Leviathan

Fantastic at nesting. Could honestly just make a little love nest to hide away the whole season if MC agreed to it.

Those little spots/scales going up his neck on his demon form are definitely bioluminescent during this time. His horns reach higher and branch out more.

Probably one of the more likely ones to get into a brawl, actually. He’s a jealous bitch who was coaxed into a fight over a game show. Now imagine this is his mate we’re talking about, and combine that with raging rut hormones.

It’s less of a fight and more of a mauling, though. T’is the season for everyone to be reminded that he is the 5th most powerful demon alive. The few demons willing to challenge him are absolutely mangled. He shreds them in mere moments.

He loses some of his shyness in the desperation for relief. His body is aching to be touched and there’s only so much he can handle before he pulls MC in and tells them what he needs right now.

There’s so many love bites. Their skin is so soft and he can’t help but nip at them in those heated moments. If they don’t mind it, he’s more fond of marking than scenting.

Typically he’d be embarrassed about hickies or love bites showing on MC, but he’s extra possessive during rut and his sin is soothed knowing that they’re walking around with clear marks from him for any competitors to see.

Mostly he just wants them close, held snug against him, wrapped up in each other.

Mammon

He'll brawl for MC, but no one is willing to challenge him. He is unbelievably powerful. Rut makes him so frightening that even the witches usually chasing him avoid him for the season.

Also, he’s more focused on pleasing MC than dueling other demons, so he doesn’t get into many sparring matches.

His spiraling horns elongate and gently curve back like those of an eland. It's hard to keep his wings tucked away when he wants to show them off for his partner so badly.

He’s already down to bone at a moment’s notice on a normal day, but during his cycle? Mans is desperate. He’s squirming in his seat whenever he sees MC, fidgeting and biting his nails, until they can slip away together.

If MC is in reach, his hands are on them; on their knee or feeling up their thigh, anything to feel them.

When they aren’t nearby he pleasures himself just to get relief. His libido is usually high, and during his cycle it’s off the charts. MC could keep a tally of how many times they’ve caught him in the act, though it usually leads to them joining him.

His main form of display is gifts, of course. Not just flashy things; he brings MC snacks and tidbits throughout the day, or their bag or keys or a hoodie to stay warm because hey it’s chilly out today, or whatever he thinks they need at that moment.

It’s nesting behavior, with him constantly checking in to ask if they’re hungry, cold, comfortable, ect.

He wants to show that he can provide even without money. He’s an ancient beast who’s been prowling the three realms since before grim or bank accounts–or debt collectors–even existed. If he’s there, MC is taken care of. End of story.

There’s nowhere he shows that best, especially when rut is making his heart race and his blood feel like fire in his veins, than in the bedroom. All MC has to do is ask, at any time, and he’ll eagerly show them how generous he can be.

Lucifer

Oh he is gorgeous in his seasonal plumage. Homeboy invented peacocking. He is 10 million years old. He predates every colorful bird and flashy feather in existence. Peacocks were probably modeled off him. You want a mating display honey you are looking at the blueprint.

The tips of his wings take on an ultramarine hue like ink seeping onto paper. Eyespots appear on his outer feathers. They’re faint at first glance, but they flash when the light hits them, like when a cat’s eyes catch the light.

Let’s not forget that it’s not just 4 wings either, canonically he’s been said to have twelve total in full demonic form. It is the definition of a display when he unfurls them all for you.

Another character who is not going to be locking horns with anyone. He’s as feverish and flooded with hormones right now as all of his brothers are. Any demon who would challenge him in this state is just going to be hit with some ancient-dark-destroying-angel shit and be struck blind or have their insides instantly liquified or something.

He’s very tender during his cycle, actually. I know we imagine rough-and-feral when it comes to ruts, and he’ll still have MC babbling and incoherent as he desperately pounds into them at some moments, sure–

–but what he wants most right now is to sink into MC and let their scent envelop him and let their touch ease some of the fire pulsing through his body. He can’t get enough of kissing them and the sound of their heartbeat helps quiet his frenzied mind.

He’s still absolutely insatiable, naturally; at some point Lucifer just takes the rest of the season off because he knows he’s not actually going to get anything else done until it’s over.

#obey me #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon

[turtletaubwrites]

Turtletaub Fic Recs ~ Part 2

I continue to get floored by the amazing and delectable One Piece fics I encounter here, so here's another batch! I hope you enjoy this list as much as I have, and that you go show these incredible writers some love! ~ NSFW Fics will be marked with a 🔥

Ace

Ready? 🔥 ~ by @maddddstuff  ~ Here's some oh so fucking good smutty smut. Ace easing you through it 🍑 because he's the perfect, scrumptious guy. I should have waited for a better time to read it, but I couldn't help myself 😅

Barto

Dance Inside 🔥 ~ by @bartosbabymama ~ I love when you have a crush, and now you're sitting in their lap 🥰 He is way too fine, and this is smutty and cute. Barto and his fangs need more love! 💚

Buggy

Please don't say you're gone forever, 'cause I can't hurt no more ~ by @lostfirefly ~ Chapter 1 hit me right in the feels! Such a well written couple's argument that made me want to shake them both, and teach Buggy some communication skills 😭 Chapter 2 was the perfect, sweet conclusion 🥰🤡

I’m full of surprises ~ by @hey-august ~ This is so lovely, and cute, and magical 🥰✨ Feels like letting yourself be free, letting the adventure start. Buggy is so sweet, and I wish his ship had shown up when I needed it.

Crocodile

The Sand Dragon and I 🔥 ~ by @discordantwritings ~ I'm OBSESSED. If you ever read Dealing with Dragons as a kid, get ready for the tastiest adult version of that. 🐲🥵 I would gladly serve Sir Crocodile, I don't even care.

Kid

Calm Down ~ by @sheerxfiction ~ This is fucking adorable, and brought me back to growing up in a hippie stoner town. He's a grump, but all he needed was weed and smooches 🍃🥰 So stinkin' cute, go check it out!

Law

Law Helping You Study 🔥 ~ by @nina-ya ~ Just the sexiest lil study session ever. Law is such a nerd, and has no right being this hot 🥵 Well written smut that I'll definitely read again!

Down the Alley 🔥 ~ by @quinloki ~ VERY inappropriate use of devil fruit powers 🤭 This is so hot! Where is Law when I need him? I need to try this out asap 😭🥵

Mihawk

The Hat Stays ON 🔥 ~ by @sordidmusings ~ Desperate Mihawk desperate Mihawk DESPERATE MIHAWK! This is so flipping hot, go have a read. It is TOO GOOD! 🥵

Multi and/or Character x Character

The Crow's Nest | Zoro x Sanji | ~ by @shewrites02 ~ Such a beautiful, sweet, angsty Zosan fic that made my heart melt! 😭 It’s got Whole Cake Island spoilers, but if you’re caught up, then do yourself a favor and read this! I love them so much, and this wonderfully written fic gave me all the feels 💛💚

Nami

One For Me ~ by @maplekzh ~ This is lovely, and fluffy, and hot! Just the sweetest little moment with Nami x GN!Reader in an established relationship, and I adore how Nami is written here 🍊

Robin

drowning ~ by @oxittocin ~ I love Robin so much, and this is so goood 😭😭 Angsty and sweet, from Robin's POV. It makes me want to wrap her up in a blanket, and make sure she never has another bad day for the rest of her life!

Sanji

Just For One Dance ~ by @gingernut1314 ~ I adored this sweet yearning goodness! It captures one of those rare, magical moments between two people that might not have long together, but will never forget each other. I loved it 🥰

Shanks

Two More Times 🔥 ~ by @fanaticsnail ~ This is insanely good brat taming smut with Daddy Shanks. (Also sweet and lovely because that's our Shanks 🥰) Seriously 🥵🥵🥵 HIGHLY recommend!!!

Zoro

Mean-Mugging ~ by @indydonuts ~ I can't describe how fucking cute this fluffy fic is. I snorted at the Straw Hats antics, then had to immediately go tell my partner about it because it's just so CUTE!! 😭💚 Zoro is so sweet, even if he's scary looking 😅

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[stararch4ngelqueen]

Sympathy for Breakfast

(Part 1)

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Time Written - 9:03 p.m

(Completely unrelated photo it’s just funny to me, also just a silly part 2 for no reason. SFW silly, he stands like this for a majority of this Drabble)

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The early rays of morning sun sent an irritating glare of bright light through his mask when he feels a faint rumble, making him instinctively reach for his phone.

You coming home soon?

I have a surprise :)

Love you <3

Jason smiles at the screen, feeling glad that his girl woke up on the good side of the bed. However, he checked the time, slowly growing concerned as to why you were up so early.

The diner the both of you adored on weekends and midnights wasn’t even open yet.

A handful of thoughts course through his tired brain. Some of them concerning, some of them far from appropriate.

“Good morning, Mister Hood.” You smile from your position on the ground as he shuffled himself through the front door, carrying double bagged to-go boxes in hand.

The only comfort he had at this moment, besides the fragrant hot coffee inside the machine pot, was seeing your smiling, well rested expression. Your hair was styled to keep out of your way as your main focus, the ‘surprise’, was the project the two of you had been putting off on for a while.

“Babe, what’re you doing?”

You sat criss cross on the living room floor in front of an ash gray, large convertible crib, newly put together by yourself alone.

“Built the crib! Isn’t it pretty?” You extend your hands out towards the sight, the crib equipped with every detail perfectly in place. All you had to do left was add in the bedding onto the new mattress for your son, and it’s fully finished.

A very special bed for a very special boy, already loved before he’s even born.

“The box weighed a ton.” Was Jason’s first statement as he eyed the empty box and scattered foam borders. He sets his helmet and breakfast on the dining room table, approaching the messy living room.

“It wasn’t heavy,” you quickly state, gesturing your head over towards the corner of the living room, where the box had sat behind the couch for a good three months.

“It was super easy too! What do you think?” You immediately ask, not liking how he was too concerned for everything but the surprise.

Their was a cute, eager glimmer in your eyes as you stared up at him, like a little girl showing off her extravagant art piece. Right there, he understood why you had lately become quite OCD with all the baby’s essentials.

Sorting out all the supplies, washing all the clothes, ordering a new baby blanket set because it didn’t arrive in the shade of teal blue you wanted.

Nesting. You were nesting.

Cute.

“It’s nice,” Jason says, tilting his head as he examines the large crib. How the hell his eight month pregnant sweetheart built this heavy crib all on your own was a full body shiver he tried very, very hard to refrain expressing.

“Yeah, very nice. How’s it, uh… how’s it gonna fit through the door?”

“What?” Your smile slowly drops. “Huh?”

“I mean, it’s pretty wide?” Jason peeks over towards their semi open bedroom door. “I don’t think the crib will fit through…”

You go quiet, looking over at the crib you were proud of merely seconds ago.

“Huh??”

You express once more, noticing this large, extravagantly built crib, with bottom drawers prepared to pack in freshly washed baby clothes, would be a little too wide to push through the bedroom door. Especially with the bed in the way.

“But this took … this took forever!” Your voice held that tremble that Jason suspected would come, making him playfully pout.

“Awww, Princess.” He tried so hard to hold back a smile or laugh, quickly failing behind his gloved palm.

“Don’t laugh!” You yell up at him. “I was so proud of myself! This was the one time we buy something from IKEA, and I didn’t have to second guess the instructions a hundred times! Now you’re saying it won’t fit through the door!”

Cause it won’t. Jason wasn’t cruel enough to voice it, simply gazing down at his love, who hid her face from his view, still perched in the center of empty screw bags, power tools, and ever so finicky foam beads.

As tired as he was from patrol, this topped the cake of interesting things to happen yet.

He wasn’t delighted to see you cry aggravated tears from this daunting realization you completely missed, but the outcome of your hard work at such an early hour… only to be stumped, it’s funny. Jason can’t help that.

His shoulders bounced with his light laughter, settling down in front of his woman, who had exhausted hands covering that pretty face from him.

“S’okay Princess. Crib looks gorgeous, an’ you still possess all fingers and toes. Proud of you, but no more heavy lifting. Alright?”

His soft praise and gentle warning fell on acknowledging ears, but responded to with shameful silence. Jason couldn’t help that you were a little impatient with exciting tasks, he wouldn’t ask you to change that.

It’s like asking him to stop his horrible, eye rolling humor. Or twisted, cruelly timed jokes. It’s impossible.

He softly shushes you, kissing the top of your forehead. His eyes glance back to the crib, overall impressed at how you put it all together so well by yourself.

At the start of living in your own apartment, the both of you took many IKEA dates. Each night ended up in some form of aggravated frustration over a piece of furniture placed wrong, or the irritation of an extra screw from a missing slot once the entire piece was already finished.

“You take your vitamins?” Jason prompts, watching your head slowly shake no, still sniffling behind your hands.

You were too fixated on building the crib and getting everything together, you forgot the key component of a successful pregnancy; to worry about your own health. The biggest of priorities.

Yep. Nesting.

“We’ll eat, take your vitamins, an’ have our food comas. No worries ‘bout the crib mama, I’ll take care of it.”

Jason’s soothing voice was almost enough to settle your nerves, or the mention of food actually.

“Did you go to Benny’s?”

“Mhm. Got your favorite.”

“Can you help me up?” You reluctantly ask, giving him those pink flushed puppy eyes that he couldn’t go against.

“Whatever the lady wants.”

Tired muscles slip underneath your arms, cradling your sides as he helps you up off the ground. Your swollen belly nudges against his abdomen, making his heart melt. He wondered if your manic rush of dopamine woke up his boy, softly smirking at the idea of you chastising your relentlessly kicking son whilst building his future bed.

“Baby boy missed you, by the way.” You say, as if you just read his mind.

God, kill him already. His twice beating heart can’t take much more of this.

“He just wants food,” Jason chides before stepping to the side, letting you slowly waddle to the kitchen.

“We’re all on the same boat, Papa.”

God, please scratch that last thought. He’s in heaven.

Jason’s exhaustion didn’t stop him from nudging you towards your seat, taking the empty mugs from your hands to fill them with Colombian roast.

He wasn’t just being courteous; he was making sure you didn’t have too much caffeine, diluting the majority of your cup with your preferred milk.

After taking those vitamins you needed, Jason finally allowed himself to sit down and rest, too lazy to pull off anything other than his tactical belt and leather jacket.

He watches the love of his life through hooded eyes open your plate, your expression brightening as if you didn’t just sob over the crib mishap. Something he most definitely wasn’t going to mention at a manor dinner about three years from now.

Fluffy blueberry pancakes, piled with fresh fruit and savory sausage on the side. Honey cinnamon butter, and extra syrup. All topped with chocolate chips.

Beside it, an egg white spinach, cheesy omelette. With vegan cheese, for some odd reason. Suddenly, you had as much distain to cheddar and mozzarella, possibly most dairy, as you did to egg yolks in your omelettes.

This was your breakfast, The only meal out of your three meals a day that wasn’t invaded by a strange concoction of spicy pickles or vinegar based hot sauce. Or any other horrible last minute choices.

Something tells Jason that he’s going to see cake eaten for breakfast after the birth for a good while. Not like he’s going to complain, honestly.

Whatever he can do to combat the birthing blues, but that’s a concern for the future.

“Babe.”

“Hm?” You glance up from your plate before you dug in, seeing that same gentle smirk he carried on his face for the past four minutes.

“I was kidding, by the way.” His smile slowly grew the quicker it sets in, expecting to get pummeled by fruit after this;

“The crib will fit through the door.”

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x fem!reader #dc jason todd #jason todd x y/n #x pregnant reader #jason todd x female!reader #jason todd dc #Jason Todd x #let’s go to Benny’s guys

[bogleech]

With most insects and things I can understand that they have a place in the ecosystem, but I have trouble understanding the same thing with bed bugs. Are they just like. Kind of domesticated ticks? How did they end up almost solely indoors (to my understanding)? I had them in my apartment a while back and it was a pretty traumatizing experience. I know they don’t carry diseases like mosquitos and are really more mentally/emotionally harmful than physically harmful.

I saw your post about how we should be thankful the world isn’t so sterile that there’s no living thing left to harm or inconvenience us. And I do agree! But I think bedbugs are the one thing that I have trouble fully grasping that concept with. It’s harder to see the bigger picture with something that occurs in such a small and personal space, I suppose.

I can't find the post where I launched into this before but tiny bloodsucking animals ("micropredator" is growing as the preferred term over lumping them in with "parasites" per se!) exert a lot of important pressures on their host animals; everyone knows predators change how animals eat, sleep, mate, nest together and migrate, but so do the things that just "annoy" them, like having fleas! Additionally "micropredators" work together with predators and diseases in regulating population balance, and by taking nutrients non-lethally from their hosts, they help redistribute energy back into circulation! A little flea or tick or bed bug collects a little blood protein from a bear, it gets eaten by a spider or it dies and rots, and now that bear's protein energy is back in the food web well before the bear has passed on! All throughout that bear's life, its blood is "becoming" all these little pesky bugs that then become food for other things! When it comes to bed bugs, which are closely related to stinkbugs, assassin bugs, aphids and other "true bugs," they adapted to live in bird's nests, bat caves, rodent dents, anywhere juice-filled vertebrates come home to and rest, and the ones that feed on us are so closely related to a bat-specialized species you can only barely tell them apart:

The "bat bug," however, can't utilize human blood well enough to maintain an infestation on human hosts alone! They fully require bats!

We aren't sure when some bat bugs branched off and started traveling with humans, but we do know that they used to be MUCH MUCH EASIER to deal with. Perfectly ordinary pesticides used to clear up a bed bug problem just fine. That changed when we invented DDT and tried to use it to wipe them out altogether. It's one of the harshest synthetic poisons ever developed, and it kills through just an ion channel in the animal's nervous system. By drenching North America in DDT for years on end, we "seemingly" wiped out bed bugs and a few other things, but really all we did was give a few generations of human beings a bunch of new chronic illnesses and give a few generations of insects a mutation that makes them resistant to not just DDT but lots and lots of other poisons.

Bed bugs basically destroy people's lives but never naturally evolved to be that good at it; it's just another result of capitalism ignoring the warnings of the scientific community. People died rich off DDT before they ever had to care about its after effects.

[fernclans]

A time to start anew.

(tw for blood, violence, and implied death)

“Cliffpaw, grab the kits and run--!”

A small red tom woke with a start, fear and adrenaline filling his veins as the thick stench of blood filled his senses. The lone apprentice of ▇▇Clan doesn’t even take the time to stand properly, bolting immediately from his nest and sending its contents scattered behind him. He barely has a moment to parse the camp in front of him before whirling on his paws and angling left to the nursery; he couldn’t count how many cats had already fallen, but against such a massive enemy the tom knew instinctively they stood no chance either way.

Misfortune had followed a patrol home; a patrol of young wolves out for a hunt. The packs northward had been growing larger over the past seasons-- more pups meant more prey which needed to be killed. Though predators themselves, Cliffpaw knew it was foolish to believe cats weren’t also prey in their own right.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon! Let’s get going!” a kit nearly his own size shoved his way past ▇▇▇▇, a smaller she-kit following behind with what could only be a moon-old kit in her jaws.

“Head to the tunnels!” ▇▇▇▇ shouted over their shoulder, just barely audible against the snarling and barking of wolves.

Giving himself a firm nod, Cliffpaw overtakes the eldest kit and begins to pick up the pace. “Follow me-- I can lead us somewhere no wolf can find.” He hoped. He’d only been there once, two moons prior the beginning of his apprenticeship with Magpiestar; The Moonlit Caverns. A place where those blessed with the ability to do so commune with their ancestors, sacred and protected.

A small dip beneath a stone obscured by plants Cliffpaw never learned the name of marking an emergency tunnel into the system below -- it was narrow, and not well-maintained but it would have to do. A shriek sounds from behind him, shrill with terror. “AMBERKIT!” Cliffpaw hears the tomkit shout as his eyes meet the dark stare of a wolf whose jaws clamped around the tail of the white and grey tabby she-kit.

“Take the little one and through that hole and RUN-” Cliffpaw orders, hoping his few moons of training would be enough to save Amberkit and get out of there before the wolf could get a worse hold. Without hesitation, he lunges forward and latches to the large hounds face, teeth fighting for a grip against its massive forehead. 

He looks down at the wolf, eyes black and hollow, and then further down at Amberkit, tiny and helpless within its jaws. His paw begins to slip when an idea strikes him. Leaning into the weight, Cliffpaw scores his left-front paw down the wolf’s left eye and landing with a thud when it pulls itself back, a high-pitched whimper leaving its muzzle, releasing its hold on Amberkit’s tail.

His mind fights to take the moment to look across the camp while the wolf was still dazed -- were ▇▇▇▇ and ▇▇▇▇ still alive? Did they somehow escape as well? Precious seconds are wasted while Cliffpaw fights against himself, muscles tensing in indecision. A growl, deep and low is quick to make the decision for him. The red tabby surges forward, grabbing Amberkit by her scruff and forcing himself through the tunnels.

Whatever happened above, they would have to get through this together.

hiii welcome to my latest little clangen venture :3 this save, i selected a single apprentice and all the kits i could and decided to let it up to fate if they can rebuild from such a tragedy post style will probably change moon to moon while i figure out what kind of flow i like, but i hope you enjoy!

#clangen #clan gen #clan generator #warrior cats oc #buddingclan #buddingclangen #moon 0

[thief-of-eggs]

Thinking about an omegaverse radioapple au (still with asexual Alastor) where Alastor is always on suppressants- he hasn’t had a heat in ages (and when he does, they’re never the most pleasant, seeing as he’d rather die than take a lover to bed, even if it would ease the pain)

But having all the new inhabitants in the hotel messes with things, and then he misses a dose of his suppressants and before he knows it- he can feel a heat coming on.

Lucifer can scent it on him, no matter how much the demon tries to hide it. He picks up the particular sweetness of it one night, after Alastor had been missing all day, and with concern growing in his gut- he follows it.

He follows the scent until he’s at Alastor’s bedroom, and he knows he shouldn’t enter- they’ve been together for a little while, but their relationship is still shaky, and if Alastor chose to go to his own bedroom instead of the one they share, then he must have wanted pace- and Lucifer is just about to turn away, until he hears a pained moan, and he can’t help himself.

He pushes inside, finding Alastor laying in a ball in the corner of his room, curled up in a mound of blankets and pillows, shirts of Lucifer’s in his little nest, little pieces of his favorite person scattered around him- and he looks terrible.

His ears are flat on his head, his whole body is trembling and covered in sweat. He doesn’t even notice Lucifer come in, not until the angel is standing before him-

“Leave,” he spits, even as Lucifer’s calming scent washes over him. His whole body aches, every muscle screaming.

Lucifer pauses, his heart aching to see Alastor so pained. “Isn’t there anything I can do to help?”

And Alastor is about to tell him to go fuck himself, when Lucifer suddenly sinks to his knees, reaching out to brush the hair from Alastor’s face- and the contact eases a bit of the fire in his skin, soothes a bit of the raging in his gut.

He doesn’t push him away. Instead, despite himself, he leans his cheek into Lucifer’s palm. Closing his eyes as he breathes in the familiar scent of his alpha.

He hates everything about the position he’s in. Hates how vulnerable, how exposed, how utterly pathetic he is. But the longer Lucifer stays beside him, his scent filling Alastor’s lungs- the more he finds he cannot bear to drive Lucifer out.

He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t express what he needs, doesn’t communicate his wants. He just grabs Lucifer’s wrist and pulls him closer, tugging the blonde into his little nest, where he promptly curls up in his arms.

It’s more contact than he usually allows, but for once, his skin is not prickling every place they meet. Instead, his body feels warm from Lucifer’s touch, a pleasant glow filling his whole being.

Perhaps this is how touch often feels for everyone else.

Lucifer stays with him then, until the worst of his heat is over. Fully clothed, they lay in eachother’s embrace, Alastor allowing Lucifer to scent him, allowing him to card his fingers through his hair, allowing him to run his hand up and down his back.

It’s awful. It’s humiliating.

And it’s also the first time one of his heats has ever been bearable.

(edit: i made this a fic!!! read it here!)

#fuck i wanna make this a whole fic now #the concept of asexuality in the omegaverse is something i never considered before but omg??? i kinda like it #appleradio #radioapple #duckiedeer #omegaverse #lucifer x alastor #alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #omega alastor #alpha lucifer #radioapple drabble #asexual alastor

[zhongrin]

with you...

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, al haitham, childe, tighnari, wanderer

◇ tags ◇ fluff, slight angst in zhongli’s i’m sorry i couldn’t resist, childe’s is a little suggestive

◇ a/n ◇ i am so down bad for zhongli (but yall probably know this already huh)

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

…. zhongli knows he could dress in rags and you’d still call him handsome. you’ve called him a variety of names and titles - sweet and silly ones, sensual and sultry ones - and he adores them all, adopts them as part of his identity as the mortal being that is zhongli, and refers back to you with the utmost reverence. he knows he need not resent his former names nor his more brutish appearances, for you’ve seen them past their monstrosity and still sees something beautiful in all of them. you’ve shown him how you’ve embraced him in his entirety; his past and his present, and his future.

with you, he can’t wait to experience your life together.

(- yet he knows every journey has its end, and so he promises himself that he’ll appreciate you every step of the way)

…. al haitham knows he doesn’t need to sugarcoat his words. you already know that he’s straightforward and blunt with his remarks and intentions, yet still, you choose to be with him. it’s not that he can’t “read the room” or “be a little more attentive”; he just doesn’t think he’s fit for the job if praises and reassurances that can barely hold any water are what people want in those situations. he also knows that you understand the nature of his job without him having to spell it out for you; he likes that he can talk or grumble about all the darkest secrets of the akademiya along with all of its forbidden secrets, and you would store it in your memory in a drawer where only he has the key to unlocking them.

with you, he doesn’t need to hold back - be it his words, his secrets, or his love, he knows you’ll accept them all and treasure them gently within your arms.

…. childe knows he can trust you with ajax. the lonely, repressed, forced-to-grow-up-far-too-soon ajax. gone is the fearsome and bloodthirsty eleventh harbinger; every time he sees you, he feels like he’s a child all over again, seeing his favorite toy and snuggling into the comfiest blanket that smells like home. he knows you would indulge his every request, from a head pat to a full-on embrace that lasts for the whole day. from a bite of the cake you’re having to a whole ten-course meal. from a little peck to a make-out session that turns into something more… you continue to spoil him despite your nagging and little exasperated huffs. he thinks it’s very very cute and endearing. sometimes tartaglia thinks he doesn’t deserve you, but ajax has already forgotten a world without you and firmly refuses to let you go with that childish mentality of his.

with you, his haven, childe knows he could be in touch with his child self and be as selfish as he wants in reveling within your love, because it seems like you’ve already long since made your home in his heart and won’t be leaving anytime soon, much to his delight.

…. tighnari knows he can fully indulge in his baser instincts and you’ll let him. you might complain, but your words won’t have any bites on them and your body will support him to let him take as much as he needed. his nesting behaviors should be an oddity in normal humans’ eyes (he can’t help stealing your clothes because the smell of his mate comforts him and helps him sleep, okay, get your mind off the gutter), yet you tell him he’s adorable and ask him if you can join in. the little fangs in his mouth should be something people are wary of (they’re made for rip and tear upon intimidation, a tool made to fight against danger), yet you tap on them whenever he bares his teeth and tells him his ‘little fangies’ are cute. you’re such a weird lummox. and tighnari loves this weird lummox so, so much.

with you, he sees a mate and a partner for life, and while fennec foxes don’t normally enjoy cuddles, he supposes he can make an exception.

….. wanderer knows he can trust you to pull him back to where he needs to be whenever he’s lost. you’ve always been meddlesome and kinder than you should be with scaramouche, and even with his new identity you’re just as nosy, and he’s grateful for it. you know not to take him seriously when he’s just acting like he doesn’t want you around, but you know to put your foot down when he tries to push you away because he’s starting to doubt himself all over again. he knows he’s not the best lover out there - hell, he’s pretty convinced that he's the worst lover in all of teyvat. but you... you stick with him regardless. you pinch his cheeks and kiss his forehead and do all the things that somehow manage to make him blush. he might not be the best lover on teyvat, but he knows that you are. so he’ll keep trying his best, just for you.

with you, his captivating dancing doll, maybe the soldier doll has managed to form a heart before it could burn to ashes after all.

— with you, i know i am where i belong, and i know that i am safe and loved.

© zhongrin | 2023 ◆ no repost. reblogs much appreciated. feel free to reach out to submit suggestions, feedback, comments, or if you just want to talk!

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[13keithxpidge13]

I wanna write an AU where Rhaenyra chooses Harwin to marry and their marriage is solidified in the eyes of the Realm.

Immediately, Rhaenyra becomes pregnant. The couple are overjoyed and the kingdom celebrates, excited at the prospect of introducing a brand new prince or princess to the world.

When Prince Jacaerys Targaryen is born, Harwin is absolutely /flooded/ with joy and pride. Jace is his precious boy, his /beautiful/ firstborn son. He looks so much like himself but with Rhaenyra's violet eyes and her gorgeous smile. It doesn't matter to him that his hair isn't white (he doesn't care /what/ the Queen says). Jacaerys is his perfect, special boy.

Not even two years later, Rhaenyra is announced to be pregnant with their second babe. Her stomach doesn't grow nearly as large as it did when she was in her later months carrying Jace which did worry the Maesters just a tad but, Harwin wasn't concerned at all. Rhaenyra was strong, stronger than anyone he knew, if anyone could pull through-it would be his beautiful wife.

And, he was right. Eight months into her pregnancy, albeit a little early, Rhaenyra gave birth to their second son; Lucerys Targaryen. Harwin's precious, sweet little second son. Tinier than most babes he is but as strong as can be nonetheless. He looks like the spitting image of Rhaenyra. Bright violet doe eyes, a button nose with freckles caked across his cheeks, and a sparkling happy smile. When Rhaenyra first laid eyes on him, she sobbed with joy and whispered how he looked so much like her mother; the late Queen Aemma. King Viserys agreed, holding his second grandson and weeping whilst gazing at his sweet face.

It was at this time that the rest of Viserys's children had begun to become more curious about their older sister and their nephews. Prince Aegon often dragged the young Prince Aemond down to sneak into his and Rhaenyra's chambers to get a peek at the two young boys when Luke and Jace were playing.

Harwin wouldn't say anything against the young princes when they sneak in, when they think no one could see them. If anything, it warms his heart to know that, despite Queen Alicent and her bitterness against his wife and their children, her boys nonetheless attempt to be close to their nephews even when their mother argues against it.

Harwin watches, amused as Prince Aegon rushes over to Jace and immediately plops down next to him from where Harwin's eldest boy is playing with his youngest. The two sit on the floor surrounded by tiny dragon wooden cut out toys and Jace squeals as Prince Aegon takes one of the toys and starts playing. Little Luke kicks his tiny four month old feet out and giggles loudly, clapping his hands together.

Prince Aemond takes a little more coaxing but, eventually, they all are playing together on the floor with the sound of happy laughter and childish giggles ringing throughout the room like church bells.

It isn't too long before Rhaenyra returns, entering their chambers and the group of children all whirl to meet her.

"Oh my," She gasps, but she's smiling and little Luke squeals, babbling nonsense and reaching towards his mother. "It seems I have a group of little hatchlings nesting in here. What are you doing away from your mother at this hour, brothers?"

"Playing!" Prince Aegon shouts and stands up, smiling wide as he raises his arms. "Mother forgot to put Aemond down for a nap so I brought him here!"

At that, his wife's smile falters just a tad. It was not secret that Queen Alicent often...neglected her children, leaving them to the servants and wet nurses instead of spending time with them herself.

But, that didn't seem to bother the two young princes as they would often sneak away to come find their nephews anyway.

"All by yourselves?" Rhaenyra asks, concerned and that's when Harwin speaks up from where he was situated beside one of the desks inside their bedroom, hidden from sight but able to keep an eye on the group.

"Don't worry, princess," Harwin spoke up and all heads turned to him. "I've been watching them."

Rhaenyra sighs with relief and stalks towards little Luke who was practically crawling over to her at this point, desperate to get to his mommy. He had always been more attached to her than Harwin but, Harwin supposed he didn't blame his son. He was quite attached to her too.

"Hello, little love," She whispers to her second son as she picks him up and cradles Luke against her chest. He coos and babbles, clutching onto her hair and nuzzling against her. "Yes, hello, my sweet boy. I've missed you too."

"Can we stay, sister? Please, please?" Prince Aegon begs, bouncing on his tip toes as he grabs at her black dress. His eldest sister chuckles and she gently runs a hand through his wavy white hair and he leans into it.

"Ah, well," She sighs in a teasing manner. "I /suppose/ you could stay for a bit while longer."

Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond cheer and Jace and Luke follow along, all of their giggles resounding and joining together.

Harwin and Rhaenyra smile at each other and he walks over to kiss his wife, his girl humming against his lips and he then plants another kiss upon her head and one on little Luke's.

It won't be for some time that they have another babe, many years but, Harwin cherishes each and every moment he has with his family. His perfect family.

#harwin strong #rhaenyra targaryen #lucerys valeryon #lucemond #jacegon #jacaerys targaryen #aegon targaryen #harwin x rhaenyra #aemond targaryen

[jeweldagger]

knife / sword play w/ zoro

the first time the two of you met was your first day on the sunny.

luffy, being the person he is, had simply invited you to join his crew without consulting anybody else. you accepted, happy that someone as sweet and cheerful as luffy even spoke to you.

however, zoro hadn’t been there when you joined the crew- he was busy training away, falling asleep soon after.

it was surprise to see a girl next to him when he woke up.

as soon as he caught a glimpse of you, his body moved on it’s own, sword drawn and pressed lightly against your neck.

it was even more of a surprise when you moaned.

his eye widened, jaw dropping slightly as he watched your cheeks grow warmer, eyes widening. you directed your gaze up to the man, feeling yourself get more and more embarrassed with each passing second.

luckily, sanji had heard a commotion and immediately went to check up on his “dear sweet y/n”, shouting insults at the green haired man as he saw the position you were in.

after that, it was a little awkward around zoro.

he couldn’t help but think, did that really happen?

he decided to find out for himself, feet heavily thumping against the sunny’s wooden floor, finding his way towards the women’s quarters.

he felt horrible, as if he was stooping down to the perverted cook’s level as he opened the door quietly, peering inside.

his eye landed on your form. you were sat down on your bed, finger tracing the blade of your dagger as a blissful smile graced your pretty features.

“y/n.” his voice called out to you in a soft whisper, eye trained on the way your head snapped to the door.

“zoro?” you whisper back, placing the knife down as you stood up, feet lightly tapping against the floor as you walked towards him, making sure not to wake up nami or robin. “what’s.. wrong?” you ask, a questioning tone in your voice as you shut the door behind you.

“nothin’s wrong.” zoro snapped, voice growing a little louder. his large hand grabbed onto your arm as he started to pull you away, bringing you towards the crow’s nest, where he usually trained.

“what are you doing—?” you’d blurt out, eyes widening as he pulled you closer to him. one hand on your lower back, the other flicking his sword out of it’s sheathe.

before you could utter another word, his katana was pressed lightly against your neck. it was so familiar, just like the first time you both met. just.. different circumstances.

you can’t help the soft whimper that leaves your lips, head tilting back as your eyes shut in bliss, eyebrows furrowing together.

your eyes open once again, gaze meeting zoro’s as he glared down at you.

you’ve always thought that zoro was hot, and the fact that he was a swordsman made you drip for him even more.

“what’s this about?” you mumble, voice trembling slightly. as much as you loved the situation, he very well could be out to kill you.

he wasn’t, however, and leaned down so his lips were next to your ear. his hot breath kissed the skin under your ear, his deep voice muttering a quiet, “stay still for me, yeah?”

you nod in response, heat growing in your gut as the events unfolded in front of you.

he dragged his sword down your neck, then to your shoulder. it slipped under the strap of your tank top, tugging on it lightly before he cut straight through.

his free hand reached down to your waist, where he turned you around. “shh.” he’d shush, taking notice of the soft pants leaving your plump lips.

he tugged down your pyjama shorts, groaning slightly as he took a look at your ass. it sat perfectly in your little panties, all round and plump just for him. he couldn’t help but give into his temptation, hand groping at the flesh of your butt.

the moan that left your mouth could’ve made any normal man cum in his pants at that very moment. too bad zoro isn’t normal.

no, a normal man would not have a sword to your neck as he hooked a finger around your panties, ripping them off of you in one movement.

following his movements, you moaned quietly in anticipation. you almost couldn’t believe it, you thought that you’d fucked things up when you two first met.

“don’t get too excited,” zoro would huff, a thick finger plunging straight into your tight little pussy. “i haven’t even started yet.” he’d hum into your ear, a smirk on his face as he pumped his finger in and out of you, the sword dragging lightly across your skin.

you moaned out at the feeling, his finger was so big, and his sword.. “mmh!” you squeak in pleasure, eyes practically rolling into your skull as the tip zoro’s sword poked at the nape of your neck.

another finger entered your pussy, the pace of his thrusts quickening.

“be quiet.” he’d warn, sword creeping back up to your neck, pushing against your skin lightly.

when you moaned loudly again, very clearly ignoring his words, zoro simply scoffed in annoyance, sword pressing further against the soft skin of your neck, just enough to draw a little blood.

the look on your face was enough to be placed on the middle of a porn magazine, an airy moan escaping your lips as blood trickled down your neck.

it was so much, the sword at your neck with not one, but two big fingers fucking you. the flame in your gut grew hotter, and you began to get breathless with each thrust of zoro’s fingers.

“what a slut you are,” zoro would tease. “getting off to a sword and a mere two fingers? see how you can handle three.” as soon as he murmured those words, a third finger shoved past your entrance.

you whined at the stretch, fingers wiggling as your back arched. you needed to hold onto something, anything.

your hands found refuge on the handlebars of zoro’s workout equipment.

“if you can’t handle this, how’ll you be able to take my dick?” he’d coo mockingly, katana dragging down your skin with a light scratch.

“i- i can handle it,” you moan, back arching as zoro licked at wound he had left you.

you came immediately, cum trickling down his hand.

part 2?

#roronoa zoro #ronoroa zoro #zoro #one piece zoro #zoro x reader #zoro smut #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #one piece smut

[tomboy014]

Dun Dun Dunnn!!! Arkham Security Guard Danny's Epic Backstory! with Dick Grayson

I fell in love with the Arkham Guard AU by @xy-is-i and like most projects I work on, rather than starting where the story starts, I end up going backwards and delve into the backstory.  And I mean waaay into the backstory.

Because while the stories might start when the Bats run into Danny and Jazz working at Arkham Asylum isn’t where they first met.

Long, long ago, through shenanigans unknown, Robin and Phantom became friends, and honestly, they both really needed it. 

Dick Grayson, age 16, has been Robin for a while, but this is so early in the day that there just aren’t many teen heroes or sidekicks yet.  He’s basically pioneering the field of child heroes.

For Danny, 14, Sam and Tucker are great, but there are just some parts of superhero-ing that they just don’t get when you don’t have to hide a secret identity. 

Batman, for his part, does not approve of the friendship.  He’s already not a fan of metas in his city, but when the two of them get together, the chaos twin energy between Dick and Danny multiplies.  Worse, it brings about the pun-pocalypse, and there are only so many puns Bruce can take.  And then there’s the sibling discourse…

After all the stories Danny has told about his family, Dick is desperate to have a little sibling of his own, and the two repeatedly gang up on Batman to adopt another kid.  Their acting may be stilted, but the efforts are constant.

It never works.  Bruce doesn’t have empty nest syndrome yet, and tiny, homicidal Dick was already more than he could handle while he was trying to figure out how to adult, but he also can’t stand that he’s disappointing Dick.  Alfred isn’t helping either; he wants more grandkids.

And there’s no way in HELL that he’s adopting Phantom.

But for Robin and Phantom, they finally have someone they can talk to who gets it.  They can vent about their rogues, get help with homework, bitch about balancing their vigilantism with going to school, talk about whatever TV they’ve been watching, anything and everything.  It’s not uncommon to see them hanging off the Gotham gargoyles or grabbing a bite on top of the Nasty Burger.

There’s an unspoken rule between them that neither pries into the other’s personal life or secret identity, but as they get more comfortable with each other, little things slip out.  Then more.  Numbers are swapped, bits and pieces about their families come out. 

Later on, homes and secret hideouts are visited and they know each other’s first names.  It’s not a problem for Dick to go to the Fenton’s, but technically, Danny isn’t allowed in the Bat Cave or the Manor.  Those visits happen behind Batman’s back, and they were almost caught when they hid in the chandelier before Danny remembered he could turn them invisible. (Alfred encourages the friendship and bakes extra cookies once when he finds out Danny is over.) 

And eventually the relationship grows until they’re comfortable enough to swap full names.  No more secrets.

Dick likes going over to Danny’s place since it’s a chance to feel a lot more normal, even if they have to be very careful and either stay in civilian clothes in the shared areas or stay locked in Danny’s room if they’re in uniform.  Danny also goes out of his way to keep Dick from ever meeting his sister, Jazz (Danny knows he has a type).  It doesn’t stop them from swapping their numbers under the door.  (Jazz will unofficially be Dick’s therapist for years after this)

But being this close, Dick can also see just how stressed Danny is trying to maintain this lifestyle.  Doesn’t help either he has to listen to Danny’s parents go on and on about wanting to rip their own son apart, molecule by molecule.  Sure, Danny has a couple friends to help him, but he doesn’t have the same mentor or support system Dick has.  For a kid his age to be anything other than a sidekick is practically unheard of in this day and age.  Superheroes are still fairly few and far between, but Batman helped start a group called the Justice League a couple years ago with the idea that heroes could help each other.  Maybe there’s something there…

So, Dick starts the Teen Titan.  He had originally intended for Danny to join him as one of the founding members, but are you kidding?  Jump City is on the opposite side of the country!  He has school! and parents! (That’s the point, Danny. We’re trying to get you away from the parents that want to dissect you) He can’t just up and leave home and run halfway across the country!

So, Dick found the other iconic members and still joined the Titans, but Danny will always have an open invitation to join them and a room at the Tower, something Danny does occasionally take advantage of.  Jump City doesn’t spawn as many natural portals as Gotham, but he visits whenever he can and basically haunts the tower the entire month of December to get away from his family.

Still, the distance and growing up are hard on Dick and Danny, and they grow more distant over the years, but they’ll always have each other’s backs in an emergency.  Dick was there when Danny thought he was turning into a monster (it was just ghost puberty).  Danny stole the Spectre Speeder so they could scour the Ghost Zone after Jason died.  And Danny would eventually become godfather to Dick’s daughter, Mar’i. 

But things cooled down between them… at least until a panicked Danny called because his sister just took a job at Arkham…

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[uhohnotthisagain]

What they didn’t see

Summary: Just your classic friends to lovers with some good old fashioned angst.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Characters: Dean, Sam, Vampire

Warnings: mention of injury, angst, pining, fighting, weapons, swearing.

Word count: 2.0k

a/n: Enjoy, I hope it’s ok x

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“Hey.” You walk into the motel room with two bags full of food. “I’ve got dinner.”

“Oh my god, you’re amazing.” Dean rushes towards you to grab the bags. “Did you get any -” “Yea, it's in this bag.” You point to the bag with the pie in it, sitting down on the couch next to Sam as Dean grabs a chair to sit opposite the two of you. Sam smirked at the pink tint that had appeared on your face.

As the three of you dig in, you can’t help but admire Dean as he devours his burger before moving on to the pie. What most people would find disgusting, watching his messily eat his food, you found it oddly pleasing. Sam nudges you, and when you turn to look at him, all he does is smirk, prompting you to roll your eyes at him before focusing on your own burger.

You had known the Winchester’s for years. Your father and John used to hunt together, leaving the three of you at the motel. When your father was killed by a vampire, it made sense for you to stay with them, seeing as you had no where else to go. As you grew up, feelings towards Dean began to grow, but you pushed them away. He only ever saw you as a little sister anyway. Nothing was ever going to happen.

“I think we should head out early tomorrow, I think there’s a potential case a few states over. It’ll be a days drive so lets turn in early.” Dean says as he finishes up. “I call first shower.”

As the bathroom door shuts, Sam starts chucklying. “Shut up!” You whisper to him, shoving him nonchalantly. “Oh come on. I’m shocked he still hasn’t noticed. You’re so obvious.”

You roll your eyes. “No I’m not. But even if I am, he doesn’t care about me like that. Nothing is ever going to happen.”

“Sure.” It’s Sam’s turn to roll his eyes.

–

“Dean, please can you just shut the music off for 5 minutes? I’m trying to concentrate.” Sam practically yells over the music that Dean is blasting. “What? I can’t hear you over the music.” You roll your eyes and shake your head at the two of them, going back to your own research on the case.

Sam reaches forward to turn the music down enough so he can be heard, Dean slapping his hand in the process. “By the looks of it, I think its a vampire nest. Not two many killings at once so shouldn’t be a huge nest, no more than 5 or 6.” You nodded, finalising the readings you had occupied yourself with before closing the lore book. You stared out the window, nodding along to the music that filled the otherwise silent Impala.

While you were watching the trees run past, Dean glanced at you in the rearview mirror. He tried to avoid lingering, quickly turning his gaze back to the road in front.

-

In a few short hours, you had arrived to a motel. Dean handed you your bag, whispering a soft “Thank you.” at the gesture, which Dean responded with a small smile.

As you walked in, you noticed that there were only two beds, no pull out couch which was often where you slept. “I am not dealing with your flailing about tonight, Y/N.” Sam says, looking at you with his arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

“It’s alright, I don’t mind the occasional kicking. Sleep next to me.” Dean calls from behind you. Your eyes widen at the realization that you’re going to have to sleep next to Dean. You hadn’t slept in the same bed as him in years, often opting for the sofa or next to Sam.

As you got ready in the bathroom, you took a deep breath as you prepared yourself. “You can do this, it’s one night.” You whispered to yourself, turning to open the door and head to bed. Dean was already in bed, sat up with headphones on, eyes closed and nodding to the beat of whatever music he was listening. You crawled into the other side of the bed, facing away from Dean, closest to the edge. You quickly drifted off to sleep, hoping you didn’t end up kicking or bothering Dean in anyway.

-

You woke up in the same position, however seemingly closer to the middle of the bed. An arm was draped across your waist. Dean.

It suddenly dawned on you that it was his arm around you, holding you in place. You gently picked up his arm, climbed out of bed and placed in onto a pillow, hoping it wouldn’t disturb his sleep.

The door opened and Sam walked through, having just come back from his run.

“Hey.” You smiled in return, collecting your things to get ready for the day. “I figured we can scope out where the nest is this morning, and get ready to attack just after dark.” Sam suggests. “Sounds good.”

Dean starts stirring, rolling over in bed. You rush to the bathroom, hoping to avoid an interaction just yet. You hear them talking as you have your shower, but you ignore them, focusing on the water falling down your body.

-

“So how was last night?” Sam smirked at me. “Shut up.” Dean responds, rubbing his face as he sits up in bed. “I did that for you, you know.”

“What? Have her sleep next to me? She’s not even interested. I don’t see why I have to be tortured with it.” Dean grumbles.

“Bullshit, she’s in love with you.” Dean rolls his eyes, “She snuck out of bed. She couldn’t even stand to talk to me this morning. There is no way on earth she likes me as anything more than a friend. Barely that even.”

“Dean, you do not see what I do.” Sam scoffs. “It’s obvious that you both love each other, why neither of you have made a move? I have no idea.”

Dean just brushes him off, getting up and stretching.

-

After you're dressed, you walk out of the bathroom, which Sam quickly takes custody of as soon as he sees you. “Gonna have a shower now.”

“Morning.” You say softly to Dean, who responds only with a grunt, still waking up. “I’m going to go grab breakfast and coffee, any requests?” You offer.

“Just the usual.” Dean responds. You nod, grabbing a key a walking out the door.

-

Later, after you’ve scoped out the nest and feel ready to attack, the three of you are parked outside the warehouse where they’re located.

“Right, let’s go in and split up, we’ll get them quicker that way. Be safe everyone.” Dean says before heading towards the entrance, you and Sam quickly in tow.

The fight began almost immediately. There were more vampires than you thought, at every turn, a vampire was charging towards you.

You swung the knife every which way you could with all your strength. You could hear Sam and Dean fighting more in other areas of the building.

Finally, it seemed that you had gotten them all. You went to check on Sam and Dean. As you turned a corner, before you could even react properly, another vampire charged at you. He lunged at you, causing you to drop your knife.

You screamed as he threw you against the wall, walking towards you as you lay on the ground.

“I will kill you for what you and your little friends did.” He picked you up and threw you against the wall behind him, hitting your head hard against the concrete floor as you landed. You groaned in pain, unable to fight any more.

“Y/N!” You heard someone yell. The room was spinning and you couldn’t find the strength to stand up. Suddenly, you couldn’t breathe. The vampire had its hand around your throat, fangs out ready to unleash his final attack.

The weight on your body was pulled off, and you could finally breathe, but you couldn’t move. You heard one final scream before silence, and then footsteps hurriedly running towards you.

“Y/N? Shit Y/N can you hear me? It’s ok baby we’re here, we’ve got you.” You groaned in response, before everything went black.

-

“Fuck, she passed out. Sammy, go start the car, quick.” Sam runs out to the car as Dean picks you up and carries you out.

Once in the car, he’s looking all over, trying to find all of your injuries to see if he could fix anything.

At the motel, he lays you down on the bed whilst Sam grabs the first aid kit, cleaning up any wounds that can be fixed.

“Sammy what do we do. She’s not waking up.” Dean has tears in his eyes. Sam puts two fingers on the side of your neck.

“She still has a strong pulse, she’s going to be ok. She’s breathing, just knocked out hard.” Dean’s holding your hand the entire time, refusing to look away from your battered and bruised, yet still unbelievably beautiful face.

“I haven’t told her. I didn’t tell her how I feel. What happens if she doesn’t wake up?”

Sam pats his brothers shoulder, “She’s going to wake up. She will be ok. Both of you will be.”

-

What seemed like days, was really only a few hours later, you started to wake up. You opened your eyes and looked around at your surroundings. You spot Sam laying in his bed, asleep. You look down at your hand, in a tight grip in Dean’s hand. He was asleep too, next to you. He was on top of the covers, still in his blood-soaked clothes and shoes.

As you moved, you groaned, feel sharp pain in your head. “Fuck that kills.”

Dean wakes up startled, feeling movement coming from you. “Hey, how are you feeling?” He whispers. “Like I got hit by a truck, train and car simultaneously.” You respond.

He lets out a small chuckle, thumb running over the back of your hand.

“I know it’s really bad timing but can I talk to you?” He asks. You nod, smiling as encouragement to keep going.

“Um, so the thing is, I, um.” He lets out a breath, now sitting up to look down at you. “I like you, a lot. And it’s ok if you don’t like me back. I thought I could keep it to myself, I thought it was just a stupid thing that would go away. But it hasn’t. And seeing you tonight, all beat up and unconscious. It scared me. I thought I might’ve lost you. And I just needed you to know. You don’t have to do anything. This doesn’t have to change anything, we can stay friends. Or you can leave, it’s up to-“

You place a hand on his cheek, leaning up to press a small peck on his lips. Testing the waters. As you pull away, he follows you, reconnecting your lips. This time, in a much deeper, more passionate kiss. One full of longing, and desperation. You could feel your lungs burn, but couldn’t seem to care, kneading your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. The one hand not holding his up is resting on your hip.

When you finally pull away for a breath, you stare into his eyes. “I like you too, like a lot.” He sighs. “Really? Are you sure.”

You giggle, “Beyond sure.” You press one final kiss to his lips before settling down, resting your head on his shoulder, arm around his waist while his is wrapped around you, hand on your waist while the other one is playing with the ends of you hair.

-

When you wake up the next morning, you feel warm, content. Taking a deep breath in, you see that you and Dean are in the same position you fell asleep in.

“Thank fuck!” You look to see Sam smiling at the two of you.”It’s about fucking time.” You flip him off, settling back down to lay with Dean some more before you had to get up.

“How are you feeling?” You hear Dean whisper. You look up at him. “I’m ok. Still in pain but it’s better.”

“Good. We’ll let you rest up a bit before getting back out there. I’m glad you’re ok.” He kisses your forehead. “Yeah me too.” You smile up at him.

#dean x y/n #dean winchester x reader #supernatural #supernatural imagines #dean x reader #dean winchester imagines #dean winchester #sam #sam winchester #friends to lovers #supernatural x reader #supernatural angst #dean angst

[bingbongsupremacy]

Camp Hawkins AU

Pairing: Steve Harrington x plus sized reader

Warnings: Use of Y/N. This is my first time writing a plus size reader oneshot. As a plus sized person myself, I wanted to try it. I'm a little nervous tho. I know some people don't like it when ppl write insecure plus sized reader stories. I just feel like when I write, I put my emotions and my insecurities into the character as a way to work through them. I'm working on my confidence and some time I will write x confident!plus size reader oneshots, just not right now. Anyways, I hope you can understand that, and if you don't maybe try another story. Thank you.

P.S. I don't know how tf to flirt.

The story doesn't mention a lot about being plus sized but it is there.

Summary: It's your third year being a camp counselor at Camp Hawkins and your 7th year knowing Steve. Every year your crush seems to grow stronger and stronger.

*Not Proof Read*

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" Bunk 23. " Eddie, one of the head counselors grins while handing me a set of keys.

I groan. " The bunk with the bats? Eds, are you serious. "

Last year a bat nest was found in the corner of one of the old wooden beds. Nobody had checked the cabin before letting campers and counselors inside, resulting in a nasty surprise halfway through the first week.

Eddie shrugs. " Sorry, kid. I don't assign the bunks, I just tell people where to go. " Eddie's eyes shift over my shoulder. " Steve! There ya are, my boy. Long time no see. What's going on? "

I feel my annoyance begin to melt away as the sound of boots makes its way towards us. It's quickly replaced with a flutter type feeling in my stomach, a feeling that's been stuck with me for the past seven years.

I turn to look at the cause of my emotions.

Steve grins at the man behind me. A large leather duffle bag hangs off of his left shoulder. In his right hand, a small rolling suitcase, the same grayish color as his coat, squeaks along. The same two bags he's used since I met him. Steve pulls off his glasses, sending a dazzling smile towards Eddie and I. " Same old, same old, Ed. Hi, Y/N. "

His grin sends waves of happiness flooding through my body. I love the way he says my name.

I do my best to keep my composure. I return the smile, adding in a small wave as well. " Hey, Steve. "

" So what's this I hear about you and Nancy? A little birdy tells me you're back together again. " Eddie asks, leaning against the desk in front of him.

Nancy and Steve. The always on and off high school sweethearts.

I have no shot with Steve. I mean, he's obviously still head over heels for her if he keeps going back to her. I guess deep down I hope he'll finally see me as someone other than his chubby fellow camp counselor.

Picking up my heavy bags, I excuse myself from the conversation. " Hey, I'll catch you guys later. I'm gonna go check out the cabin, make sure no bats are hanging around. "

" Do you need help with your bags? They look a little heavy. " Steve offers, moving to set his stuff down on the ground.

He's so sweet. He always have been. No wonder I have a huge crush on him.

" No, " I shake my head. " I've got it. It's not to far. " I smile.

" But Bunk 23's on the other side of the-" Eddie begins.

I interrupt him. " I'm probably going to stop at the dining hall and see if Robin's there yet anyways. I'll be okay. " I reassure them.

" Oh, okay. " Steve nods, glancing down at the heaviest duffle bag I have.

I'm definitely regretting packing extra crafts. I just didn't want any of the kids to get bored during free time.

" Cya guys. " I shuffle towards the door. The floor creaks beneath me as I walk out onto the main cabins' porch.

Maybe some day I'll mean more to Steve Harrington.

_____

" He literally offered to help you. Why didn't you take him up on that? " Robin groans in frustration. Strands of hair that slipped out of her hat frame her flour splotched face. Bits of dough and other mysterious stains cover the front of her apron, making it look like a doughy murder scene.

She leans on the serving window counter, her arms cradling her head.

" He was just being nice. I mean, if I saw you carrying heavy bags of flour, I'd offer to help you. It's something everyone does- be nice to the people you know. It doesn't mean they like you. " I argue. I fidget with the lid of my water bottle.

" That's different. "

I narrow my eyes at the woman. " How is that different? "

Robin lets out an annoyed grunt. " You and me, " She points to the two of us. " have no chemistry. You and Steve on the other hand..." She waggles her eyebrows, sending a warm feeling climbing up my face.

I roll my eyes.

" Have a fuck ton of chemistry. Like sometimes I feel like it's choking me. " She makes a pretend choking sound. " Please! Y/N! Steve! Just make out already. Please, for the love of god! Save me! Save humanity from the horrors of watching you two interact while denying your feelings! "

I gently hit her forearm. " Shut up. That's not true, literally shut the fuck up. " I mutter.

Robin laughs. " It's so true. Ask literally anyone that hangs around you guys. Why do you think Nancy and Steve keep breaking up? "

That can't be true. Relationships have issues. There's no way in hell Steve and Nancy keep breaking up because he likes me. That's...insane.

" Your a catch, y/n. You need to start realizing that. People-they have crushes on you too. "

I turn my head to meet Robins gaze.

" You're not the only person in the world who doesn't have someone attracted to them. I mean, if fucking Mike Wheeler can have a girl crushing on him, so can you. "

It's just hard for me to believe someone like Steve, Ex Captain of the Hawkins basketball team, could like someone like me. I'm pretty sure he's only ever seen me as a friend. All these years, transitioning from campers to counselors, he's never made a move on me. In all fairness, I haven't exactly made a move on him either...in my defense, Steve and Nancy are on and off so much, a flickering light bulb has more predictability.

This is all so confusing.

-----

" Welcome campers! " A loud voice booms from on the old cement stage.

Slowly chatter from the excited campers begin to die down.

Jim Hopper, a retired sheriff and the new owner of Camp Hawkins, begins to speak again. " We're so excited to have you here. Each of you have been assigned a bunk and a counselor... " Jim's voice begins to fade from my mind. The same words have been repeated year after year, not that I mind. It's a familiar introductory speech, something I know will never change.

I look behind the older man. The gorgeous quarry shines from the sunlight. Post card worthy.

" You're bunk 23, right? " Steve's voice asks from next to me.

I was so lost in thought I hadn't noticed he took a seat next to me.

I send him a smile. " Yeah, The bat bunk. " I mumble.

Steve grins. " I'm bunk 24. "

" Oh nice, I guess we'll be seeing each other a lot then. Well, " Stupid, the kids do basically everything together. You're going to see him a ton anyways. " More than usual I guess. "

Steve chuckles slightly. A sound that sends waves tumbling through my insides. " I don't mind. You're good company. "

I feel a familiar warmth sprawl across my face. " You're not so bad yourself, Harrington. "

A look of amusement finds its' way onto Steve's face. " Hey, I know you're not a huge fan of bats...or other flying creatures, " He references my first year here as a camper.

I let out a groan at the embarrassing memory. " That was so long ago. The bird literally came out of nowhere. " I vividly remember that morning. It was still dark when Steve and our friends got the bright idea to go check out the quarry. A bird flew out of one of the nearby bushes, nearly smacking into my face.

Steve laughs, his milky brown eyes glinting from the sunlight. " Hey, birds can be terrifying. I'm not judging you. " He holds up his hands in a playful surrender. " I was just saying, if you want, I can come over to your bunk and check it out. Make sure no flying surprises are hidden anywhere. " He offers, leaning forward slightly in his seat.

My heart flutters. God, he's so sweet. " I don't want to inconvenience you, I mean, it's probably fine. I doubt the bats returned. "

" Really, I don't mind. It's not an inconvenience, if anything, I'm doing this for my bunk. I mean, I don't really feel like waking up to a bunch of people screaming at 3 in the morning. "

My eyebrow raises. " Oh? So you're doing this for you then...for your interests. "

Steve tilts his head slightly. " I guess you could say that. "

The campers around us begin to gather up their bags, making their way towards Eddie and Jonathan who have lists of where everyone's supposed to go.

Steve stands up, extending a hand towards me. " So what do you say, Y/N. Do you want Pest Control Steve to come take a look at your bunk? "

I cringe at his stupid name, causing him to laugh.

" Only if you never call yourself that again. " I accept his hand, standing up from the cement row.

Steve's hand firmly holds onto mine for a few seconds longer after we've stood up.

From over his shoulder Robin catches my eye. Her eyes flicker between our hands and back to my eyes. She mouths a silent ' He fucking likes you ', which I ignore.

I release Steve's hand, shoving mine into my pocket.

For a moment, a flicker of confusion? Maybe disappointment flashes across Steve's features. He obviously ignores it, moving to fold his arms across his chest. " Deal. "

I smile at the man. " Deal. "

I look at him for a second longer before I'm quickly swept away by the campers in my bunk.

My mind analyzes our conversation over and over again, completely ignoring whatever Eleven is telling me while we walk back to our bunk.

He couldn't like me. Right?

_______

" I think you guys are clear. " Steve says, poking his head back out from under the last bunk. He glances up at the top of the bunk, making sure there's nothing hidden in the corners.

" Thank you so much, Pest Control Steve, what would I ever do without you? " I cringe slightly at my words, shaking my head. " You know what, never mind. I thought it would be funny but no. "

Steve laughs at my attempt at mockery. " You'd live in uncertainty. " He makes his way towards me, leaning against the open door frame.

Outside the kids are running around playing capture the flag, their yells echoing slightly around the bunk.

" Sure...I'd probably just get Eddie or Jim to look around. You know how much they love me. "

Steve slightly leans towards me. " They wouldn't check as well as I do. I do have a five star rating in customer service. " His voice is soft but teasing.

My eyes flicker down to his lips.

He's so close. Just a few inches away. If I wanted to, I could kiss him.

I do want to...

But I can't.

What if him and Nancy are still dating?

Fuck, I should've stuck around and waited to hear what he had to say about their relationship.

" Y/n! El got another bloody nose! " Dustin's voice suddenly shouts.

My head snaps towards the direction of the boy. His face goes from worried to grinning in a matter of seconds.

" Wait, " He looks between Steve and I.

Without waiting for him to finish, I snatch a roll of paper towels from the desk near the door. I hurry out of the bunk, leaving the two guys behind.

" Oh my god, Dustin... " Steve's voice groans.

" Were you guys about to..." Dustins' voice fades away as I make my ways towards a group of kids. I push past them, kneeling in front of El.

Perfect timing.

-----

The dining hall is bursting with noise. Kids sit together, eagerly talking about their first day back at camp.

I grab a plate and nervously head into the kitchen.

Food. My least favorite part of the day. I don't know if it's just the fear or people watching me eat or the possibility of someone making fun of me for eating too much. I should be used to it by now, I've eating around people for my entire life, but I'm not.

Every meal time still brings unnecessary anxiety.

Robin leans against one of the walls, a iced drink in her left hand. As she raises the glass to take a sip, droplets of condensation run down her arm. " About time you showed up. I basically had to threaten Eddie with a knife for him to back away from your portion of chicken tenders. He does not go down without a fight, I'll tell you that. " She chuckles.

" Thanks. " I begin putting some food onto my plate.

There's a moment of silence. " So. " Robin looks at me expectantly.

" So? " I ask, confused. I lean against the counter across from her. The counter hidden from the view of the dining hall.

Robin rolls her eyes. " Aren't you going to tell me about it? "

" What are you talking about, Robin? "

Robin lets out a sigh of annoyance. " Oh my god, Y/N. The kiss! "

Still lost, I set my food down. " What kiss? "

Finally, Robin blurts it out. " Dustin told me he saw you and Steve making out in your bunk. "

My eyes widen. " What? No. Robin, we weren't making out, that little..." I shake my head. " Steve and I were talking. Just talking. "

Robin raises an eyebrow. " Are you sure, Y/N, I'm your best friend. You can literally tell me anything-you literally have told me basically everything. "

" Robin, I swear. If anything were to happen, you'd be the first to know. Steve and I didn't do anything. "

" Doesn't mean something won't happen in the future though. " Robin smirks.

I roll my eyes. " He has a girlfriend, Robin. I'm not making a move on a taken guy. "

" They'll probably be on break by the end of the month. "

I pick up my plate again. " I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't get myself wrapped up into that. I mean, they'll probably eventually get back together. I don't want to be a rebound or something. "

Robin hops onto the counter, taking a seat in the empty space. " Steve's not like that. "

Yeah, he doesn't seem like the type of guy to do that. But, hey, maybe I don't know him as well as I think I do.

" So Dustin's going around telling everyone? " I say in discomfort. Even if we had kissed, I don't want everyone to know.

Robin shakes her head. Her hair is finally free from her hat. " Fuck no. I was the first person he saw and the first person he told. I told him I'd feed him to everyone for dinner if he says anything to anyone. " She lets out a small laugh. " Scared him shitless. "

I shake my head. " Of course you did, Rob. "

_____

The moon reflects off the quarry beautifully. Finally, there's bit of quiet. All of the campers are huddled together in the dining hall, playing random board games.

Their voices and music fade away as I walk closer to the water. I love being a counselor, but it definitely gets overwhelming at time. I look forward to going down to the Quarry every night, just for a little bit to clear my head.

As I get closer to the waters' edge, hear a twig snap. I snap towards my right side, the direction the sound came from.

A familiar jacket catches my eye.

Hanging over a nearby log, the sleeve of Steve's jacket shines in in the moonlight.

" Fuck, I'm sorry. " I blurt out as soon as I see the pair. On top of the jacket sits Steve. On his lap is Nancy, her arms wrapped around Steve's white t-shirt clad shirt. Nancy's legs are wrapped around his hips, pulling him into her embrace.

The pair pull apart, obviously surprised by my intrusion.

Nancy looks slightly embarrassed. " Oh I'm sorry. We didn't think anyone would be out here this late. " She apologizes, quickly getting off of her boyfriend.

I don't bother to look at Steve, knowing anything I see will send a pang of even more embarrassment and jealousy through my heart.

Don't be jealous.

Don't be jealous.

He doesn't like you. He never will. He's with fucking Nancy. It'd be wrong if he liked you.

Plus, Nancy is so sweet. How could I hurt her by dating Steve?

I turn around quickly, hurrying back down the path towards the dining hall.

Steve will never like someone like me.

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DAYTIME SHOOTING STAR - REO MIKAGE

synopsis: Being a college student sucks. Having a crush on your best friend also sucks. Your best friend having a crush on your other best friend is . . . kinda the worst. In which, Reo is hopelessly in love with you but you’re hard crushing on Nagi.

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contents: second lead syndrome feat. fem!reader & reo, heavy narration in the beginning as per usual whoops, also in an au where bluelock never happened LOL, summer festival arc, unnamed love interest for nagi, a little wink wink at the end, no more angst i promise!! word count: 4K a/n: omg im slowly getting back into the writing groove but man life has been something else ;-; sorry for the long wait friends but here is the second to last part hehe

ALTAIR -> prev. -> next.

“You should’ve tied it first before putting it up,” Reo says before handing you a brush.

Reo’s hair always looks well-kept, unlike the disheveled mess of Nagi’s, and definitely not like the nest of your current hair. There are maybe at least eight bobby pins in your hair right now that are struggling to keep themselves in place as you manage to tangle your locks into a twisted bun. And, now looking closer into the vanity, your makeup looks almost too gaudy, and cheap.

“No shit,” You cringe at how defensive you sound as you take the brush from him. Reo flinches just slightly as your fingers make quick contact but levels himself out again soon as they disappear.

There’s hardly ever tension between you and Reo. You two have always been the closest and the only time where you did have an argument was over something stupidly mundane. 

It’s been almost two weeks since his ‘proposition’ and you haven’t said or done anything in that regard. Nagi had suggested going to the summer festival to lighten the mood. He even added later on that he might invite the girl he’s been interested in. You still don’t know how to exactly feel about that. Needless to say, a group activity might lessen some of the tension if you weren’t fussing over your outfit for tonight.

Summer festivals weren’t a thing for you growing up, but you’d gotten accustomed to the lifetime exposure via social media and live streams. You’ve only attended one back in middle school but it was a small local festival, maybe the size of three blocks. The one tonight is apparently the biggest one around the area, students around campus have been raving about it since last month and have already flaunted their traditional outfits online. 

You’re starting to second-guess yourself. Your hair, makeup, the color of the yukata—all of it is starting to clash together.

You start removing the bobby pins and grab a brush, tugging at your stands in frustration.

“Hey, you’re going to give yourself split ends if you do that,” Reo chastises, his tone gentle. Then a sudden realization that he has always been gentle when it comes to you. He holds out his hand again, as if he’s expecting you to return the brush.

So you do. 

“Sorry,” You watch as Reo pulls up a chair behind you.

Silently, he begins to work on your hair, combing from the bottom up. He takes the time to brush out each knot without tugging at your scalp. You take this time to distract yourself by going on your phone and eyeing everyone’s outfits for tonight. 

Bachira posted his yukata about an hour ago with Isagi, Chigiri, and Kunigami mingling in the background. The caption read: #readyforparisfashionweek #groupgoals. It’s his usual selfie pose, a cheeky tongue out accompanied by a peace sign, while the rest of the group seemed to be walking towards the festival grounds with popsicles in hand. It’s a cute photo and it makes you wonder if you’re able to post something similar later tonight, maybe without all the weird feelings fluttering around in your mind. 

Suddenly, you feel a sharp pinch. 

“Ow!”

“Sorry, sorry,” Reo pauses and sets the brush down on the vanity. Yeah, your hair is super tangled. 

You look up from your phone, only to meet his eyes in the mirror and, for some reason, this makes you want to hide. 

“No, it’s okay,” You reply lamely and snap your head back to your lap. To be fair, if you had done this yourself most of your hair would’ve left your scalp.

Reo picks up the brush again and, by the time you’re done scrolling through your front page, he’s combed through most of the the tangles, now producing long strokes through your locks. At some point, he abandons the brush and replaces it with his own fingers. You can feel his blunt nails and digits rake against your skin and something about how he drags from the crown of your head to the nape of your neck makes you uncomfortably warm and drowsy. Warm like when your mother would used to scold you for missing a mark on an exam and drowsy like how your body would decompress in bed after a long day out.

“You tired?” Reo gives your shoulder a few squeezes and you jolt in response.

“No,” You’re quick to deny and rub your eyes to shake away any hint of evidence. There’s no way you plan to sleep the night away. “I still need to plan the rest of my outfit.” You ball your fists into the fabric of your yukata and hear Reo breathe out from behind.

“Hey.” 

Reo rolls his chair back enough to view your outfit from the vanity and puts both of his hands up in front of him, his fingers making a makeshift photo frame with you in the center of it. His lips finally crack a smile, probably a genuine one throughout this whole weird side-stepping period that you two created, and pretends to take a picture. 

“I know you probably don’t care but,” and this time he actually pulls out his phone to snap a photo, ignoring the small sound of protest from you. “I think you look good the way you currently are.”

Your eyes are downcast again, and you feel the need to avoid his gaze because… because what? He’s making you nervous? Or that you feel weirdly guilty about something? You still haven’t brought up the bracelet to Reo but why would you? Maybe there’s a small part of you that’s afraid of something being there. And is that something supposed to be there to begin with?

“Thanks…” You say eventually.

The summer festival is infinitely larger in the city than the one you experienced back home, and the pictures on social media doesn’t capture its full widescale vibrancy. The main road to their university is closed off for the festival, and the usual vehicle-packed two-lane road is now flipped into a row of street food vendors and local artisans. There’s a constant drumming sound and chanting echoing in the background, growing louder and louder the further you go in since the main road leads to an old shrine up the side of a small mountain. Even with all of the traffic of couples, families, and students alike, it feels intimately smaller here compared to the countryside.

“Should we head to the taiyaki vendor? I’ve heard that the guy who makes them is a top private chef,” Nagi’s date—you think her name is Nanako—is clinging onto Nagi’s arm and pointing in the direction where you vaguely see a line slowly wrapping around the block. Guess the taiyaki man is popular.

Nagi shrugs, not in an uncaring manner, but in a way where it can be read as ‘I’m happy with whatever you decide’ type of way. It’s weird seeing him like this, especially since you’ve been by his side for the past four years. 

And the girl, Nanako, she’s everything that a guy could possibly ask for. Aside from her flawless skin and cute voice, she’s been nothing but kind and generous towards you and Reo throughout the evening. The Hermes gift baskets were one thing (seriously, how did Nagi manage to find an heiress of all people?) but the fact she said she wanted to get to know you better and suggested a one-on-one brunch next weekend is another story. She’s nice, helpful, and recently found out that she’s even trilingual with the way she helped out three separate tourists on the way here. 

You feel silly for thinking you could possibly be better. You can’t even bring yourself to hate her.

“Actually,” Reo speaks up, there’s a tinge of playfulness in his voice as he starts to guide you by the shoulders towards the opposite direction. “I think we’re gonna check out the steamed buns at a different stall, but we’ll meet up later for the fireworks, yeah?”

Nanako blinks while Nagi simply nods. 

“Sure, let us know,” Nagi waves you two off and you fight off the urge to pinch Reo in the arm.

“What was that about?” You loudly whisper to him once out of earshot from the couple.

Reo pinches the bridge of his nose and scoffs. “I’m doing you a favor.”

“I would’ve been fine,” Your elbow makes an impact on his ribcage. “Now she’s going to think I’m weird.”

“Since when did you care so much about his date?” The word date makes your stomach physically flip on its side. 

“I don’t care about his date,” You turn away from Reo, now refocusing your attention back on the festival and inhaling the savory scents from the bun vendor in front of you. There’s no line so that’s good, you’ve been saving your stomach all day for this. “I only care about making a good first impression, that’s all.”

“Then don’t force yourself to do things you’re uncomfortable with,” and you hate the face that you make in response to that because he’s looking at you with an ‘I told you so’ smirk. You wonder if Reo knows how stupid he looks with that expression, along with his stupid perfectly fitted yukata, with his dumb shiny sandals, his well-tied back hair, and—

“Two steamed buns?” The vendor calls out beside you.

“Yes, please,” Reo slips past you and hands over the man more change than needed. He’s always been generous, especially when it comes to local businesses. “One red bean and one custard.”

The two of you don’t speak again until you manage to find an empty bench by a long staircase at the base of a hill. Your hands are both stuffed with boba, giant fried squid on a stick (Reo claims it’s the best in town), a takeout container filled to the brim with takoyaki, and steamed buns. One thing you will say about the festival is that city prices are nearly triple the prices you would see back home. Seriously, it should be a crime to charge 1500 ¥ for a dozen takoyaki balls. But who are you complaining? Reo’s been paying for everything tonight anyway. 

“So, how is it?” Reo watches you closely as you take a bite out of the fried squid. It’s annoying, seeing how his eyes widen with every chew and movement you make, and you could’ve sworn he held onto his damn breath as you swallowed. 

But he’s right. It’s really, really good. Though, you can’t let him have all the satisfaction tonight, right? 

“The ones back home might be better,” You say with a fake pout and you almost break character from the way his eyebrows contort in confusion. You take another bite, and another, before saying, “Maybe I should bring you guys there sometime. Doubt you’ll survive on farmland, though.”

“I did boy scouts when I was younger, I think I’ll be fine.” He replies, simple and overly confident in tone.

Reo? Out in the wild? Willingly as a child? Yeah, sure. 

“Don’t give me that look.”

You take another bite from the squid. “What look?”

He stares blankly. “You think I’m incapable out in the woods? That I depend on civilization too much?”

“Oh,” You roll your eyes, didn’t expect him to get so touchy on the subject. Maybe Reo secretly wants to prove to you and everyone else that he can do everything without feeling the need to rely on his privileged background. 

You nudge your shoulders towards the shrine on top of the wooded hill, its stone stairs dimly lit by warm lighting from the paper lanterns on each side of the steps. You don’t need to say anything to let Reo know that you’re challenging him. The ‘hide and seek’ part is implied. One thing about Reo is that he’s stubborn, so of course he’s going to say yes in order to prove a point that he might fail. But isn’t that what makes him fun to be around?

“Race you?”

He finishes his drink before standing up, clutching the rest of the leftovers in one hand as he extends out the other to you. “You’re going to hurt yourself if you race against me, dummy.”

“I can be athletic like you, too,” but you take his hand anyway. Somehow, it fits nicely against yours.

“You can say that if you win.” Reo laughs. 

“Which I will, by the way.” You shoot back. 

Reo gently tugs you close to his side, weaving through the crowds and towards the steep steps leading up to the shrine. He throws you a smile, one that you can’t tell if it’s filled with some truth or dramatic for the sake of being dramatic. “Little do you know, I always win.”

You hate how he’s always right. 

How many times has he been right today? Probably one too many for your liking.

“Still having trouble finding me?” You hear his teasing voice in the shadows behind the trees…no—wait, maybe he’s behind the shrine instead? Ugh, it sucks how his purple yukata also blends perfectly in the night too.

“No, my eyes are just adjusting to the dark.” You reply back.

“Pfft, you said that like five minutes ago.” His voice is clear, he’s definitely near you. 

You tiptoe around a few tree roots, searching behind the large bush in front of you, only to be disappointed when it’s empty. “Yeah, well, they take a while to adjust.” 

God, he can be so annoying when he wants to be. 

A distant roar of thunder interrupts your and Reo's banter as you continue your unsuccessful hunt. The sky darkens, and raindrops begin to fall, increasing in severity gradually before completely blurring the already dark surroundings.

“Well, this is just great,” you mumble.

Reo finally emerges from the shadows, that being a tree a few feet away, hands over his head in a last-minute attempt to keep himself dry. “Looks like we'll have to take shelter,” he says, motioning his head toward the shrine. 

You both start running towards its small wooden flight of stairs, evading developing puddles and screaming as the rain soaks you to the bone.

The wooden frames and panels from the building provide some needed shelter, but the storm is relentless. The air inside is warm, humid, and damp, the scent of ancient wood fills the space. You and Reo catch your breaths, both of you overlooking the hazy festival grounds from the entrance. Unlike your situation, at least the people below have actual tents and umbrellas. 

“Well, at least we're not wet anymore,” Reo says, glancing around the room. 

The sound of rain hitting the roof echoes through the empty space. The dim light from the lanterns cast shadows on Reo's face, giving his features a softened appearance. You slowly find yourself eyeing the way his wet hair clings to his forehead and the way his yukata sticks to his frame. 

Weird, everything today has been so fucking weird. Why are you sending your best friend goggling eyes right now when you should be feeling distraught that your crush is probably sucking his date’s face off. Actually… maybe don’t think about that.

“So, what now?” you ask, mainly rhetorically. The storm isn’t showing any signs of letting up anytime soon and you briefly spot the leftovers from earlier just outside of the shrine’s steps. You quickly rush out to grab them.

“Well,” Reo’s voice cuts through the rhythmic pounding from the rain and finds a dry corner to settle down. He pats at the empty spot next to him and closes his eyes. “Wanna talk about it?”

And this is the main thing you wanted to avoid all month. 

You want to say no but, since you're such an expert in 'Reo-speak' and 'Reo-body language’ for today, you can tell with one look in his eyes that he's not taking 'no' as an answer. 

"It's been difficult," You admit, allowing yourself to plop down next to him, shoulders briefly touching. “I’m sorry if things have been tense between us, I honestly didn’t know what to say or make of it.”

"I know," Reo replies, slowly as if he's hesitating to continue the conversation that he brought up. 

Reo shuffles closer and eyes the large bell in front of him. “I should be the one saying sorry. That was dumb for me to even suggest that.” His teeth clenches around the sentence and he can’t keep up his usual sarcastic tone and his voice drops, sounding gentle and almost self-loathing. 

He’s done an expert job at keeping a distance within the past two weeks. Only really reaching out if Nagi felt too lazy to contact you himself, but even that was at a bare minimum. There’s a part of you that wants to understand and question the imaginary meaning of your friendship, whether he meant anything by it. The idea of him actually having feelings and shifting the dynamic even further is a thought you’ve been entertaining since the start of the day.

“It wasn’t that dumb,” You attempt to eat some of the leftover takoyaki, only to realize that most of them have already fallen apart from being soaked. “Ugh—I mean I appreciate the sentiment and I guess it did work…” 

“Don’t eat that,” he places a hand over yours as you attempt to go in for another bite. His hand feels oddly warm and comforting. “You’re going to get sick.” 

“And you’re not always in charge of me,” though you eventually do follow his suggestion. There’s absolutely no chance for you to feel remotely satisfied from a soggy, cold meal in this predicament. 

“You should at least take care of yourself.”

“Ok, I take it back, maybe you suck at distracting me.” 

You end up pushing the rest of the food to the side and resting your chin on top of your tucked knees. There’s a long moment of silence you both allow to pass before your internal monologue shifts into overdrive.

“I’m—I’m an idiot too, Reo. I feel gross with myself.”

Reo remains quiet, waiting for you to continue, and you find solace in the silence. You're not sure where this conversation is heading, but it feels like a long-overdue reckoning.

"I mean, I don't even know why I feel weird about it. Nagi's a good guy, and Nanako seems great. They're happy, and that should be enough, right?" You release a heavy sigh, trying to articulate the tangled mess of emotions.

Reo shifts beside you, his gaze focused on the raindrops sliding down the shrine's entrance. "Jealousy?"

The word hangs in the air, and you hesitate before nodding. "Yeah, maybe. I shouldn't be, and I hate admitting it, but I am. It's just so stupid."

"Feelings aren't stupid," Reo says softly. "They're just... complicated. And it's okay to feel jealous. Happens to me all the time." The last bit is barely audible but you manage to pick it up. 

Your eyes lazily drift to his wet frame again. Anyone who’s soaked head to toe in this muggy weather with shoes covered in a gritty mixture of dirt and tiny pebbles should look gross. His small ponytail had come undone some time ago, and the black tank top underneath him is now slightly peeking through from the faint dim lighting provided by the remaining lanterns. You’re positive that you look like a mess, and that any regular person would also look like a mess, and yet here is he looking like some kind of pulse-quickening, smoke show of a train wreck you couldn’t look away. 

The sound of the next thunder rumbling fills the silence between you two. 

Then, Reo calls out your name. The way he says it is completely different. His voice is deeper, your name falls through his lips rapidly and sharply. It sounds nothing like the way Nagi would say it, dragged out and elongated. You’re usually no good with picking up symbolism all too well but you’re not that dense. It doesn’t take an idiot to figure out that there’s something in Reo’s tone that makes the purposiveness of your name painfully obvious. 

It comes slowly but you find yourself relishing in it when his hand reaches forward, brushing away some of the wet strands sticking around your face. “You shouldn’t have to compare yourself to anyone,” Reo tucks a few locks behind your ear before pulling away. 

“Sometimes it’s difficult not to,” you swallow the growing knot down your throat and sink further against the ground. 

“Hey, look at me for a second,” Reo calls out. 

He caresses your face once more, this time with a different intention. His palm rests heavily on your cheek and Reo tilts your chin upwards. His eyes pierce directly into yours and… you can’t tear yourself away. The scarce lighting is able to make out the soft redness on his face and you find yourself pressing your face against his touch again. 

Your arms hesitantly entangle themselves around his neck, watching closely as his Adam’s apple bobs at your slightest movements. You also take this moment to realize that he smells really good. Leather, cardamom, and hints of vanilla. It’s some expensive brand by Tom Ford, a cologne you remembered him receiving from his parents during his high school graduation party. The rain and muggy summer air only amplified the scent but you didn’t mind it. 

Reo tangles his fingers into your hair and leans in, pressing his lips to the temple of your head. He breathes out of your name and you can feel his body shift, almost rocking side to side. You note that Reo always does that when he’s extremely nervous. 

At some point, his lips move down and hover over yours, barely millimeters apart. You try not to think too much of your own painfully disheveled state, or the fact that you’re still fucking confused about what’s happening right now. Is anything of this supposed to be okay?

Fuck it. 

Your arms tug Reo’s head forward enough to close the gap and your lips meet in the same kind of fast-forward, slow-motion feeling that you always see in those cheesy romance movies growing up. Reo’s lips feel far smoother and fuller than it has any right to be and you’re fairly certain that the faint citrus taste is from the chapstick he always carries. You’re becoming hyperaware of everything going on — from the heavy breathing from both ends of the party, to his silky, damp hair tickling your hands, down to the rapid pulse hammering against your chest and neck. 

A quiet noise of approval spills from you and Reo pulls you closer, his hands now find residency around your waist and back to prevent you from stumbling over, almost to remind you that he’s your anchor.

Eventually, you finally break for some air. 

As you gasp for breath, Reo leans his forehead against yours, both of you breathing heavily in the humid air of the shrine. You can see the reflection of his eyes, dark and intense, studying your face as if searching for answers.

Reo pulls back slightly, his hand still resting around. "I like you. I like you for the past few years now and I don’t want to hide that anymore.”

The fact that your body is still halfway pulled into his lap melts away every ounce of apprehension from your bones. This is not a dream. This is very much real. 

For a brief moment, you wonder if it’s worth bringing up questions of when and why. Your background doesn’t exactly fit into the Mikage’s standards of high luxury and... again, is this even okay? 

Just when you’re starting to process the weight of Reo’s words, the sliding doors fly open and an all too familiar voice cuts through the air. 

Nagi appears at the entrance, his eyes widening as he takes in the scene. “Am I interrupting something?”

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Sleepy Cuddles Part 3

Time for part three of this lovely headcanons series!

Part 1, Part 2

Masterlist

Characters: Cyno, Enjou, Itto, Gorou, Kazuha, Kaveh

Cyno

He likes to cuddle a lot tbh.

I feel like he’d be one of the ones that just kinda… latches onto you and won’t let go whatsoever.

Since he’s usually busy, cuddles are a luxury in his eyes, and when he gets them, he doesn’t want to let go.

I also feel like he’d be one of the ones that hates getting up, but has to because he’s got work.

His favorite position to cuddle in is facing you with his arms wrapped around you.

Don’t tell anyone, but it’s because it makes him feel safe.

He also likes it when you scratch his scalp if you have long nails.

Enjou

His body runs warmer than most when he’s in his abyss form, but he still absolutely adores cuddles.

Since he works for the abyss, he usually just takes you with him wherever he goes.

If he’s able to sit down for even five seconds, you best bet he’s already got you in his lap.

He’s the big spoon, I don’t make the rules.

Whenever he gets tired, he’ll just sit down beside you on the couch or wherever you are and just lay his head down on your lap, demanding your attention.

He also loves having you lay down on his chest, with him holding you.

He also likes holding your hands whenever the two of you cuddle, just as a sort of reminder that you’re there with him.

Itto

When you ask him for cuddles, be prepared for him to wrap you up in a bear hug and not let go for a while.

Another big spoon, he likes to hold you like that and it also prevents him from possibly hurting you with his horns.

It takes a bit of convincing on your part, but he eventually grows to love resting his head on your lap.

He sometimes drags you into his lap whenever he’s sitting down and you walk by.

He also loves head scratches, it’s one of his favorite things because you always scratch just the right spot and he swears he falls even more in love with you every time you scratch his scalp.

Occasionally, he’ll give you a massage if he sees that you had a really hard day, and honestly, he gives the best massages.

He likes having you close, and one of the best ways he shows it is when he cuddles with you.

Gorou

His tail wags a lot whenever he cuddles with you.

One of his favorite things to do is rest his head against your chest, and have his arms wrapped around your waist.

He won’t admit it to anyone other than you, but he loves it when you scratch his ears.

He’s pretty warm, so he’s a really good cuddle partner.

You’re the only one who gets to touch his tail though, no one else.

He usually cuddles with you whenever the two of you are alone.

Although he’s all serious and stuff whenever the two of you are in public, he’s practically glued to your side whenever the two of you are alone.

Kazuha

He likes laying his head on your lap.

If he can’t do that, then he’ll wrap his arms around you and rest his head against your chest.

He usually just goes with what you prefer, but if it were his choice, he’d probably hold you like that.

He’ll read you poems that he’s written while the two of you cuddle together.

Also loves it whenever you run your fingers through his hair and take it out of its ponytail.

If you’re traveling with the Crux, then his favorite place to cuddle is up in the crow’s nest.

He’ll also tell you about his travels as he holds you.

Kaveh

He’s a little spoon, I’m not changing my stance on this.

There’s only one scenario where I can see him being the big spoon, and that’s if you had a really bad day.

Whenever Alhaitham bothers him, he’ll seek you out and cuddle with you until he feels better.

He likes it when you play with his hair, it relaxes him if he’s had a stressful day.

Another position he likes cuddling with you in is having you lay on top of his chest.

There are few times when he genuinely overworks himself to exhaustion, but when he does, and you take care of him, he’ll want to stay with you forever.

His body runs relatively cold, so his hands are cold, but that’s all the more reason to hold yours, isn’t it?

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Arachnophilia: (Part Twenty-Six)

Drider!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)

Chapter Masterlist 🕷️

Content: Mostly fluffy and plot updates + character building with Miguel. References to oral sex and PinV sex.

One month later

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You woke to the sound of rustling. You were almost passed out in the comforting silk sheets of yours and Mig’s bed, your hair tangled and rough and your eyelids heavy. God, what a night.

You weren’t even in heat right now, what compelled you to act like that? Well, you knew what. It was him, obviously. That beautiful, irresistible monster you now called your partner.

You thought back to last night, when you’d lit the fire outside and danced together as you often did now. Whenever you got a day free off of work you got to enjoy Miguel’s old habits; hunting, preening, singing, doing his little mating dance to entice you.

And entice it did. You’d danced until the grass was flattened, moving in and out of his arms. He’d grab you, sway you, kiss you, then throw you free to lead him on again. He liked to follow you around the fire, creating a rhythmic beat with the tapping of his paws for you to follow.

You weren’t the best dancer, but he didn’t notice that. He wasn’t looking for grace or poise or actual moves, he just wanted to see the joy in your face as the fire lapped around your skin.

You’d started out innocently enough, but you’d gotten a little too playful. You must have done something to arouse Miguel’s gaze because you remember his tapping becoming faster, insistent, almost like a chase, as he followed you around the glowing fire.

You remembered those beautiful eyes burning, that deep red reflecting the flames back at you like an inferno. You remember the sound of his breathing getting heavier. The flash of a fang, of a wet, lurid tongue, the sight of his chest heaving. The drumming growing louder, louder, as your body grew lewder with its movements. The soft bounce of your body, the giggling and smile, the subtle gyrating, it was too much.

You tempted him to you, and he took the bait.

You remember how he’d bound you up like a fly, like prey, and how he’d taken you right there in the dirt. God, the size of him still made you tremble. The memories of hot breath on your neck as he fulfilled some carnal need, a mixture of deep primal hunting instinct mixed with his human desire for you, the desire to eat and be eaten.

He’d ended up thankfully just eating you out instead, gushing over you with another saliva to quell the fire still burning at your sides, illuminating your conjoined bodies.

You could still feel him inside you now, or at least, what he’d left there. The ghost of that man’s shaft was imprinted on you like a finger. You smiled to yourself. You hoped it stayed there forever.

You almost immediately drifted off again until you heard that same rustling. You forced yourself awake then, purely because you assumed it was Mig rustling beside you and you wanted to cuddle with him again, but as you opened your eyes you realized it wasn’t him.

A rabbit had scuttled into your giant nest. It snuffled at your sheets, clearly curious, but as you reared your head it bolted. You sat in the silence and darted your head from side to side.

Mig wasn’t here. You could still feel his warmth on the bed, and you could see the little indent his body had made on the mattress overnight, but he himself was gone. You frowned and called out.

“MIG?”

No response. Odd. You called again, louder. “MIG?” you cried, your voice echoing through the dirt corridors, but again there was nothing. You awkwardly glanced around the room instead, looking for any sign of where he might have gone.

On the earthen floor beside you was a plate, and on it was your favourite breakfast. You noticed a note tucked beneath the mug, and sleepily yanked it up to your face.

'Mi tesoro! I know you are off work today, but I wanted to run some tests. It broke my heart to think of waking you when you looked so comfortable, so I have left you this note! So you know where I am, and also to say you are my heart. I hope to see you later! p.s I made you breakast!'

You found yourself giggled at his note as you went through it. God, what a sweet, soppy idiot Mig was. You turned the note only to find a scribbled extra note on the back.

‘p.p.s I just wish to reiterate again that you are my heart.’

You felt your chest grow warm and fuzzy as you watched it. ‘Oh Miggy’ you whispered. With no one looking you gave the note a kiss before tucking it away. If only the sweet fool had realized food got cold if left out all morning. Oh well, cold breakfast was still breakfast.

You pondered over the note as you ate, re-reading the sweet little P.P.S on the back. At this point your inability to admit that you loved each other had become a running joke, a kind of admittance by itself.

You held no animosity to him over it. Despite some wavering concerns you’d had at the start, you understood how scary relationships were to him, and this was the longest he’d ever been with someone before. There was a trauma induced fear in him that stepping too close to the sun would cause everything to collapse in on him again. He was so happy, he was terrified of losing it. He was terrified of change.

The desire for stability, for safety, it meant a lot to him, and he meant a lot to you, so you accepted the status quo.

You just had to put up with all the little ways he said he loved you that weren’t specifically saying love. You were his heart, his treasure, his life, his partner. You were precious. You were handsome. You were beautiful. You were home.

He’d spill these words every chance he got, and you ate them up. It was almost more romantic in a way. He had to find creative new ways to express his feelings that didn’t contain the ‘L’ word.

As you thought of Miguel, you were reminded that you probably ought to check the time. You always spent lunch with him and Miguel now as you knew without your input they’d never eat. With a soft yawn you pulled up your watch.

11:50:am.

You had exactly 10 minutes before the HQ lunch rush absolutely crushed any chance of getting the boys their favourite meal.

When you moved it was in a blind panic, scrambling and stumbling out of bed to find your suit. You didn’t even bother showering; you could use Miguel’s laser dirt remover if you had to. He’d complain but he always gave in to your requests now, as he wanted to seem cooperative.

You scarfed the last of the breakfast Mig had left until you felt sick, before unwisely leaping headfirst into a portal back to Nueva York.

When you tumbled out the other side you were free falling, your body somersaulting down through the honeycomb centre of the HQ at rapid speed. Fool, you must have put the coordinates in wrong. Oh well. No loss. Your adrenaline allowed you to web your way out of a sudden death before storming up the beams to the cafeteria like a rabid dog.

When you finally slammed your card down on the counter you were sweating like mad, eyes wide like they were about to explode from your head, lips parted to pant. The poor girl behind the counter went utterly rigid.

“Please… Give me the empanadas” you wheezed. The girl just nodded and hurried off to fulfil your request; they knew what you meant.

She came back with three boxes of to-go orders, all of which had the usuals in them; yours, Migs and Miguel’s lunches. Miguel was trying to watch his diet after being Peter complained about him doing nothing but drinking coffee all day, but you knew he liked the empanadas here so you snuck him one every so often.

Turns out that was something Mig and Miguel also shared, and so you eagerly bought up their entire stock nearly every other day so Mig could enjoy himself. He had a big body that needed a lot of fuel, and he was so used to nothing but deer meat and forest berries it was nice to see him get excited about eating more complex dishes.

You gleefully made your way up the HQ, swinging from beam to beam, only to nearly fall to your death for the second time as a violent explosion erupted out of the corridor above you. You were saved by a split seconds decision to web yourself to the wall, allowing you to catch your breath while everyone else screamed.

Your head shot up, your eyes scanning the plume of deep red smoke floating out of the darkened space above. You felt your heart sink.

“Oh, shit- shit, SHIT, shit” you stammered. That was Miguel’s office.

‘Mig?!’

In a panic you webbed up to the opening, shoving past other spiders as they ran through the smoke coughing and wheezing. You barely had the thought of mind to cover your nose and mouth as you pushed through the smoke towards their office, shoving old bits of equipment aside as you went.

‘MIG?!’ you screamed. No reply. Your heart was pounding so hard you felt sick. Oh god, was he okay? What had happened?

You stumbled up to the main door leading into Miguel’s lab. At this point the smoke had mostly cleared outside but was clearly lingering within, and you could see the flash of a red light inside indicating a failed experiment. You squinted, trying to see more clearly, only to jump as something moved in the dark.

‘M-Mig…?’ you stammered.

Through the pluming smoke an enormous, morphing shadow appeared, its features entirely obscured as it made its way towards you. Through the red mist it seemed to shift in deeply unnatural ways, causing the hair on your nape to stand on end.

You stumbled back in panic. ‘Miguel?! Mig, are you—’

On the cusp of alarm a voice finally reached you through the chaos, echoing over even the blaring fire alarm above.

‘ESTUPIDO—’

‘Chinga tu madre-!’

You watched, dumbfounded, as the horrifically deformed shadow slowly transformed before your eyes, shifting back into its true form; a giant spider and an enormous man, both wrestling and childishly shoving each other as they tumbled through the smoke.

The moment they got out Mig began hissing at his variant, shouting down at him with his legs raised.

‘¡No fui yo! Tu—’

Mig paused midsentence to cough, which Miguel used as an excuse to stand on his tip toes and yell right back.

‘¡Eres tonto-!’

‘HEY!’

The two men froze and turned their heads towards you. Mig remained fixed, his eyes lighting up at the sight of your horrified face, while Miguel just grunted and used his variants distraction to slap him on the belly. Mig immediately turned back and hissed.

‘Hey, HEY, hey! What happened?!’ you snapped.

You’d hoped that would calm them down, but it just made it worse. The two of them started yelling at each other even louder, so loudly in fact that you couldn’t make out a single thing they said.

‘The DNA splicer needed THREE WIRES—’

‘And I did that and it EXPLODED—’

‘BECAUSE YOU PUT THEM IN WRONG!’

‘The accelerator needs—’

‘Ay Dios Mio- I’m not in charge of the accelerator! I’m in change of the converter—’

‘SHUSH!’

The two men once again fell silent, their chests heaving as they stared each other down. You ran a hand down your face and sighed. ‘You- look. The longer you fail to work together, the longer this takes. Its counterproductive. Right?’

Mig immediately nodded in agreement, eager to please you, while Miguel whispered ‘suck up’ beneath his breath. You rolled your eyes. You knew what would fix it.

‘Okay. Instead of, talking about who did what, just… Explain to me, what were you attempting to do? Not what happened, just- what you were attempted to do.’

It worked. Like clockwork the two men fell back into their nerdy obsession, eagerly explaining one over the other how the machinery functioned and how the genetical splicing was so difficult when dealing with universal DNA code. You had no idea what it meant, but it was easy to make the two bond over their scientific interest. Soon, all that animosity was forgotten, and they were babbling about trying a new solution.

‘Oh my god. You dorks’ you snorted.

Miguel broke his concentration and scowled at you while Mig remained unphased, his wide eyes fixated on your face. ‘Dork? What—what does that mean?’ Mig asked, whispering the last part to Miguel.

‘They’re calling you smart but socially inept’ Miguel explained gently.

‘No! No, not him, both of you’ you added. Miguel scowled deeper, but you caught his lips twitching into a smile.

Despite Miguel’s dour explanation, Mig immediately perked up. He even padded his feet in that sweet little rhythmic dance he did when excited. ‘Oh! Ah, you are calling me smart? Thank you, Arañita. You’re so kind’ he purred.

‘It—it’s not a compliment!’ Miguel snapped back.

‘It is if he wants it to be’ you giggled. You pushed past Miguel to snuggle against Mig’s fluffy little underbelly, and he cheerily returned to affection. ‘My smart, smart boy’ you crowed, gently scratching his abdomen before leaning up to scratch behind his ears, noting the way his little feet began stamping like an eager rabbit.

‘Smartest boy’ you cooed. ‘Smartest boy.’

Miguel’s smile was so wide, so endearing, he looked flushed with pleasure. He wriggled a little and began to let out a soft clicking noise. ‘Mm… your smart boy’ he repeated.

‘You know we’re doing this 50/50, right?’ Miguel added from the side. You glanced at him from beneath the fluff and allowed a smile to fill your cheeks.

‘Mmhm.’ You leaned and grasped Miguel by the arm. ‘Is that you fishing for compliments, Mr?’

He curled his lip as Lyla appeared in the air beside his face, slyly fixing her glasses as she poked Miguel on the nose. ‘Oh, he is. He’s starved for them. He tried fixing my code so I’ll say nice things to him sometimes, without prompting—’

‘Lyla don’t—’

‘I managed to stop him in time though. So I can keep being as mean as I want’ she drawled, swishing her hair before vanishing again. Miguel tried to throttle the air around her but she was already gone.

You sighed and leaned back, gently waving your hand. ‘Okay. Yes, you are doing it 50/50. You are clearly very smart too, and we appreciate your help, Mr O’Hara.’

Miguel grunted, appearing annoyed, but you knew he was satisfied.

Things had definitely been weird with Miguel since his apology and everything that came after it. He was genuinely trying his best to help, and that had helped heal over your suspicions and deeper distaste for the man, but he was clearly still stubborn.

He didn’t like that he’d been wrong, and seeing you both every day was a reminder of how he’d messed up. You’d both agreed that’s why he remained so stiff in your presence.

You’d learned a few things, though. It was clear his temper came from a need for perfection, for peace, to see everything right in its natural and comfortable place. You and Mig had felt like a threat to that, at least for a while, but now he was seeing things different you were seeing a different side to him.

You saw how he was with Peter, how soft and polite he was until the man messed something up and he’d start dramatically monologuing at him. You saw how stoic but supportive he was in front of the younger spiders, or how he’d made sarcastic, dry quips to Jess when they were going over work.

Every lunch time you saw a slightly different version of him, and as time passed that version of him seemed easier to let out. It was certainly curious.

It was then that you remembered why you’d come here in the first place.

‘OH! Ah- right, if we’re done fighting- I brought lunch’ you said, quickly lifting up the boxes you’d brought. Mig began salivating the second he saw them, while Miguel just gave a grateful grunt.

‘I told you I don’t need lunch— OOF!’ Miguel was silenced by you shoving his box into his chest before swinging past him, hurrying back into the lab with Mig scurrying at your side.

‘ENJOY THE FOOD’ you called over your shoulder.

Miguel grunted, angrily shrugging his shoulders, but the moment you were gone he softened a little. He opened the box just an inch to see inside. Empanadas, his favourite kind again. He let himself smile a little bit before drifting in after you.

For just a short break all the animosity and science took a side-step to your new norm: your group lunch breaks.

You’d never have done this originally, but Mig had been so insistent on doing little of bits of work while he ate that you agreed to sat in there with Miguel, and over time that inevitably broke some boundaries. You got more used to being in there, being around him, and eventually it just became routine.

You all sat down in your usual spots to eat. Mig settled beside the giant floating desk with you clutched in his paws, allowing you to eat beside each other while using the takeout boxers as plates, and Miguel sat on his floating desk with his legs dangling over the side.

He used to keep it way, way up in the air when he did to get some space, but now he kept it just a little higher than Mig. You knew he just liked pretending he was taller than him for a bit.

While Mig remained busy with both hands on his empanada’s and his foreleg gently stroking your back, Mig scrolled through messages he had to catch up on. It was strangely peaceful in here.

‘Mm- how is it?’ you asked, breaking the silence to check in on Mig’s meal. He gave you a soft purr. ‘It is- lovely, mi Arañita, as always. Did you get a different kind this time?’

‘Oh, ah- I was getting beef, but, I figure you might like to try something new. Those are cheese.’

‘Mm… Ogh. I missed cheese’ Mig replied through a mouthful of the stuff as he struggled to contain it in his mouth. You giggled as he let crumbs hit your head.

‘Oye! Be polite or I’ll sit somewhere else’ you chided, and immediately he put the empanadas to the side. ‘No! No, no it’s gone, see? I’m sorry mi tesoro, forgive me please.’

‘Oh my god, just use their name!’ Miguel called from his perch on the desk. You noted how awful his posture was as his ate, with his spine curved in and his neck out like a watchful bird. He noticed you watched and quickly tried to fix it, though he only lasted about a minute before sinking down again.

‘What do you mean, use their name?’ Mig queried.

‘Mi tesoro this, Arañita that- we’re in public. Just use their name.’

‘But I don’t want to. Anyone can use their name, only I can say Arañita’ Mig rebutted gently. You felt his forelegs tighten a little. ‘It is our special, thing.’

‘Ay Dios mio- just, to a minimum then, please, before I throw up my meal. We’re a professional establishment. Speaking of which… Ah- god damn it.’

You heard Miguel’s griped turn into soft grunts of annoyance and turned your head. ‘Hey, what’s up?’ you called over. He waved his hand dismissively.

‘Ah- Jess keeps, demanding I help out with this, uh- society Halloween party.’

‘Oh, wait Halloween party?’ you said, nearly spitting the mouthful of food you were eating. You rush to politely swallow it behind your hand as Miguel grumbled.

‘Yes. I thought it was a fine idea’ Mig added on. You looked up to see him eagerly purring as he tore his empanada apart like deer meat, something you always found strangely adorable.

‘Oh yeah, I wonder why the giant spider would be a big fan of Halloween parties’ Miguel replied in a sarcastic drawl.

‘Oh! It is because I think it will be fun, for mi Arañita, and also because I will fit in more’ Mig replied, missing his counterpart’s sarcasm. Miguel bit down the urge to correct him and just rolled with it. ‘Oh, oh really. Wow. That makes a lot of sense. Thanks for letting me know’ he said in a fake cheery voice. Mig either didn’t catch on or willingly ignored him.

‘Alright, come on Miguel. So what’s the issue?’ you asked, trying to steer the subject back. He shrugged.

‘Just that its unnecessary. There’s too many important things going on right now. The fate of the multiverse is on my shoulders, and—’

‘I mean is it though?’

Miguel turned and glanced over his shoulder at you as you stared up at him with Mig at your side. ‘What… What are you talking about?’ he grunted back. You swallowed the last bit of your meal and shrugged.

‘Why do you have this ginormous group of multiverse heroes if the universes fate is just gonna be on your shoulders alone?’ you asked. ‘Right? Like, there’s other people here. Everything seems pretty stable right now. Right…?’

Miguel didn’t respond. For just a moment you saw a hint of something in his face; something dark, something deep, something cold. Something he didn’t want to acknowledge. He just shook his head and turned away.

‘Look, you should be in my corner on this. The longer I go doing other, pointless stuff, the less time I have to work on your very important project.’

‘Oh! Oh, right, how is that going?’ you asked, turning your head between Mig and Miguel. Mig hurried to swallow his fifteenth empanada so he could respond. ‘Ah! Well, mi Arañita, its—’

‘Going to take a long time’ Miguel interrupted coldly. Mig huffed a little, his abdomen rustling.

‘It is… Going to be difficult, yes, but we’re making progress. It will just need some time to figure out.’

‘What’s the going plan right now, though?’ you asked curiously as you nestled into Mig’s soft fur. ‘Like, what are you guys trying to do?’

‘Ah, well…’ Mig pulled you closer as he tried to think of a way to explain that wouldn’t be too convoluted. It’d taken him a while to learn that particular part of socializing, but he was getting it slowly. ‘We believe that, using the technology he used to create the watches, we may be able to develop a serum which allows someone to contain DNA receptors from two universes. Their original, obviously, and… another.’

You nodded along to show you were following so far, and Mig purred with delight. ‘So- its theoretical, but we could allow for one person or two to be perma-fused into one other specific universe, so they can exist their permanently without the watch. Their DNA wouldn’t fall apart. Then…’

‘Then, we could be together’ you said softly, wistfully, and Mig’s sweet smile confirmed it. ‘And, have a family, if we wanted’ he replied.

It was a beautiful idea. A comforting idea. You felt your heart beating a little faster as you reached up to touch his cheek. ‘Yeah… We could—’

The three of you startled suddenly as a small red light began blaring on Mig’s watch, following by Lyla slowly materializing in front of them while mimicking the beep in her most grating, high pitch voice.

‘ALERT! ALERT! ALER—’

‘YES, Lyla, we heard it!’ Miguel drawled, gently swiping his hand over her figure. She disappeared at his touch, but only for a second, as she immediately re-materialized on Mig’s shoulder.

‘Jeeze, you made me to do my job, I’m doing my job! I’m alerting!’ she drawled back, making a big fuss over Mig’s hair as she did so. Miguel ground his teeth in annoyance.

‘Just- ah, just, tell us what the alert was for’ he grunted.  

Lyla finally settled and agreed, slowly materializing in a flash of orange pixels in front of Miguel’s screens. She turned all the holograms into the same image: a live-feed camera pointed at the outside of yours and Mig’s home.

‘Wait- wait you have, cameras outside our house?’ you exclaimed. Miguel waved away your concerns with a soft flick of his wrist. ‘Yes, I have cameras everywhere, calm down’ he grunted.

You very much did not want to calm down, but something drew your eye away before you could complain again. You noticed that on the grainy footage, someone appeared to be moving around the outside of the nest. ‘W-Wait… wait, who is that?’ you asked.

You could feel Mig had his full attention on the screen now too. His eyes were wide, his body tensing and bristling into a defence position.

‘Mig? Uh- Miguel, is it—’ You turned and froze.

Miguel was also in a defensive position, his eyes fixed on the screens. All that sweet, quiet ambiance was gone, replaced with a growing, choking tension. You glanced between the two as Mig slowly approached the screens.

‘Mig? Miguel? Guys, what—’

‘It can’t be.’

Mig’s words caused you to stumble again. He sounded… scared? Shocked? Something was wrong, that was for sure.

‘Mig?’ you whispered.

‘He… He’s alive?’ Miguel stammered, his voice betraying a cocktail of emotions you couldn’t even begin to pick apart. The two men stared into the holographic video until the image was imprinted onto their eyes, both fixated on one thing: the figure moving across the screen, slowly roaming the woods in search of something.

‘In my universe…. Yes’ Mig said, his voice wavering and cracking. He put his claws up to the screen.

There, in tiny pixels so clear and yet so distant, was his brother. Their brother. Gabriel O’Hara.

‘Gabriel… What are you doing there?’

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