#It looks like a universe where they either went on a mission and had to pretend to be married (happened in canon so could have many times)

[wise-lizard-wizard]

Man, this looks like an alternate universe where Bryce Larkin and Sarah Walker had a happy ending.

[flwrkid14]

Tim and Danny: The Couple That Could Have Been

Tim Drake and Danny Fenton weren’t just Gotham’s it couple—they were the couple.

Tim, the poised and brilliant CEO, and Danny, the charismatic streamer with a chaotic streak, were the kind of pair that inspired faith in love. Their relationship was public but never performative. The candid photos, the impromptu livestreams where Danny would drag Tim into the frame to tease him about his “ridiculously expensive suits,” the way Tim would smile when he thought no one was looking—it all seemed so real, so untouchable.

For years, they were inseparable, the picture of what love should look like. And Gotham believed in them. People joked that they’d be together in every timeline, every universe, because how could they not be? They were made for each other.

So when Danny uploaded a new video one unassuming Tuesday, everyone thought they knew what was coming.

The engagement announcement.

Danny’s setup was different this time—gone were the familiar vibrant backgrounds and playful chaos. The walls were bare, his face somber, his voice quieter than anyone had ever heard.

“Tim and I…” He paused, swallowing hard. “We’ve decided to go our separate ways.”

What?

No, that couldn’t be right.

This was Tim and Danny. The couple everyone was convinced would make it through anything. The couple people joked would find each other in every timeline, every universe, because it was always them.

But Danny kept talking, his voice trembling as he explained—without really explaining—that they couldn’t make it work. No details, no messy drama, just a quiet goodbye that left everyone feeling like the air had been stolen from the room.

———

The Batfamily found out the same way everyone else did—through Danny’s video. They hadn’t even realized anything was wrong. The last time they saw Tim and Danny together, they’d been the same as always: teasing, bantering, comfortable in each other’s presence.

Bruce was the first to confront Tim about it, cornering him in the Manor with that familiar stern frown.

“Tim, what happened?”

Tim didn’t answer. He couldn’t.

Because he didn’t know either.

Danny had been the one to end it. One day they were fine—perfect, even—and the next, he was breaking up with Tim over coffee, quiet and somber, like he was grieving something Tim couldn’t see.

“I just… we can’t,” Danny had said, his voice trembling. “I’m sorry, Tim. I love you. I’ll always love you. But we can’t keep doing this.”

And that was it. No further explanation.

Now, Tim was left packing up his things from the apartment they’d shared, trying to piece together what went wrong. Danny was on the other side of the room, just as quiet, boxing up his own belongings. They didn’t speak. Couldn’t.

The space between them had never felt so vast.

“I love you,” Danny had said, his voice breaking. “I’ll always love you. But I can’t… we can’t keep doing this.”

And just like that, it was over.

And Danny? Danny knew exactly why.

———

Danny Fenton was a coward.

He’d gone to Clockwork for help after the first heartbreak, unable to bear the thought of living in a world without Tim Drake. He couldn’t undo the pain of losing Tim to the Justice League’s doomed mission, but he could relive the good years.

Clockwork had hesitated.

“This is dangerous, Daniel,” he warned, but Danny didn’t care. He didn’t want to forget Tim. He didn’t want to move on.

So Clockwork granted him his wish.

Again and again, Danny went back. Every time their relationship reached the point of no return—where Tim’s inevitable death loomed on the horizon—Danny would break up with him, retreat to Clockwork, and start over. He couldn’t bear to see Tim die, not again.

But the cycle wasn’t perfect. The cracks showed with each repetition. Danny’s breakups became harder to explain, his excuses more transparent. He could see the hurt in Tim’s eyes, the way his walls went up higher and higher with every iteration.

And still, Danny went back.

Because he couldn’t stop.

Because he couldn’t let go.

———

This time, though, it was different.

This time, as he packed his things, Danny felt the weight of what he’d done pressing down on him like never before. Tim wasn’t angry. He wasn’t even questioning it anymore.

He just looked tired.

And Danny hated himself for being the reason why.

The world moved on, but Gotham felt the loss of Tim and Danny like a phantom limb.

The bats watched Tim retreat further into himself, his work becoming his sole focus, an impenetrable wall between him and everyone else. They wanted answers, but Tim wouldn’t give them. And Danny? Danny disappeared from Gotham entirely, his absence leaving a wound that never seemed to heal. Maybe that’s why Tim would find himself on that mission, before Danny's loop restarted everything again—caught in the endless cycle of fate, unaware of how close he was to losing it all for good.

Clockwork didn’t say anything when Danny returned again, his face pale and his hands shaking. He just stared at Danny with quiet pity, his form shifting through time as if he were trying to decide what version of himself could make Danny stop.

“You can’t keep doing this, Daniel,” Clockwork said softly.

Danny didn’t answer.

Because he knew he’d be back.

Because he couldn’t stop.

Because he’d rather relive the heartbreak a thousand times than face another world where Tim Drake was gone for good.

[wonderjanga]

Billy and Bars

Now, as you probably know, most of the time Billy is ages 8 to maybe 15 (that’s what I’ve seen anyways) and of course, his Captain Marvel form looks like an adult. So, it wouldn’t be strange for an adult to ask another adult to go to a bar with them. Which is why Billy is caught in a dilemma. On one hand, he could just say no, but after a long mission where they’d all spent like two days on an alien planet under constant heavy fire from a cute and cuddly, yet surprisingly bloodthirsty race? It’d be weird not to accept. They might suspect him for being a kid! And boy, Billy does not want that. But on the other hand, he’s not of legal drinking age.

He ends up going with them anyways. Now, all the heroes are sat at a dingy bar in Central City, out of costume, of course. Though, some of them cough Bruce cough Diana cough Arthur cough and you can’t forget Billy, still in Marvel form. (He took a page out of Supe’s book and wore glasses. He’s also for some reason wearing Hawaiian print. (He didn’t have actual adult clothes and needed to borrow from a bargain bin))

Billy thankfully found a loophole for this whole mess. That’s right, this guys gonna be sipping virgin margaritas for the rest of the night. And, he try as many flavors as he wants because you wanna know the best part? Bruce is paying for everything! If Billy could jump in joy, he would. It didn’t matter that Hal was a little obnoxious when drunk off his mind. He’s dealt with worse and it’s not like it’s all that bad. He’s kinda funnier than usual this way. He gets the spend the rest of the day with people he considers friends, that’s all that really matters.

GL: “Dude, why do you keep ordering virgins?”

Crap. What does Billy say to that? Right off the bat, Billy ignores Solomon’s first, and quite frankly, wild lie to tell.

Marvel: “Hmm? Oh uh… I… like the way they taste…?”

He’s a bad liar.

Aquaman: *drinking beer* “Try again, bud.”

Okay… It looks like he might have to listen to Solomon after all. Gosh dang it.

Marvel: “Uhm… I kinda used to maybe sort of might’ve had an addiction and had to go to AA a long time ago.” *Sips drink*

He was always better at lying when the lie was already prepared.

*Whole table goes silent*

Marvel: “Uh… I’ve been sober for a while. Like…” ‘Twelve years, Billy,’ Solomon supplied in his head. “…Twelve years.”

*Table is still silent.*

Flash: *Interrupts silence by slamming hands on table* “Dude! You cannot keep dropping Marvel Lore Bombs™️ on us like this!” (Btw this is the same universe as the Marvel Compilations post. I didn’t mean to write it like it was the same universe but I might as well connect them cause why not)

Marvel: “Whaddya mean?”

Superman: “Well, Marvel…” *scratches back of head* “You kinda have this tendency to… Gosh, how do I put this?”

Martian Manhunter: “You drop obscure information about yourself at random times.”

Wonder Woman: “Then you just go about your day like you didn’t say it in the first place. For example Cap, you can’t just tell me that at some point you were an Amazonian, you were there for my birth, and then just walk off.”

GL: “Marvel, how old are you?”

Marvel: “Uuuuuuhhhhhhh….”

Batman: “You date back to having existed before Mesopotamia. I want to know the answer to that question Marvel.” *Bat-glares Billy while sipping from his drink.*

Bruce was definitely going to add the AA thing to his quite small folder on Marvel.

The night continues on with the other members of the JL grilling Billy for more information about himself, which Solomon helps with by either supplying him with lies, or with things previous champions did. By the time the night was over, Billy never wanted to go to a bar again. He unshazamed in an alley and went home to his little place. He bee-lined to his sleeping bag and just when he was about to fall asleep, something popped into his mind:

‘Why didn’t I just say I didn’t like the way it tastes?’ That thought kept him up for a couple more hours.

[dem0batz]

Curiosity Killed the Kitten

Sylus x MC // Love and Deepspace

Author's Note: First I was horny about Caleb's return, but catching up on the lore has me in my feelings. No smut, just emotional hurt/comfort with Sylus. All of my LADS fics take place in the same universe and is a connected story which means MC is romantically involved with ALL 5 love interests. This is just me trying to put the pieces together that we get in the game and applying it how I think makes sense in MC's situation.

Summary: After going to Skyhaven for an undercover mission and learning that Caleb is alive and well, as well as discovering some unsettling information about the Farspace Fleet and his role in it, MC returns home to Linkon City. All of the men in her life are concerned about her sudden unexpected vacation, but Sylus most of all does not accept the flimsy excuses of her brief disappearance. Content Warnings: Reverse Harem/Why Choose (MC is with all five love interests in my au), afab!MC, she/her!MC, tracking device without MC's consent, canon-typical Sylus stalking, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff Word Count: ~2600 words | Read on AO3 | Chapter List

Since returning to Linkon City after your extended “vacation” in Skyhaven, you have felt an uneasiness settling in your gut. You should be over the moon that your long-dead brother wasn’t dead after all but everything about Caleb seemed… off.

There were still traces of the boy you remember. He still doted on your every need. Was still over protective in the most annoying ways and still used humor and guilt to soften your irritation. He had never been straight forward with you, always willing to do whatever he needed to protect you even if it meant keeping you in the dark. So the fact that he deflected most of your suspicious questions concerning the practices of the Farspace Fleet was not a surprise, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that he had lied right to your face about many of the things he did answer, which was new.

He had always seemed a little haunted to you; like there were things he wasn’t saying or couldn’t say and that hadn’t changed, but the depth of it now seems insurmountable. What was it they said about gazing into the abyss? Well now, often times when Caleb looked at you, you felt the abyss gazing back. Like your caring brother was gone and the cold officer he had become was steering the wheel. You couldn’t decipher where Caleb began and the Colonel ended.

While in Skyhaven, you hadn’t received any of messages and had connectivity issues with the wifi. Initially, you had reasonably blamed the shoddy signal on the fact that you were in a city in the sky and that the near-constant storms were to blame, but after uncovering some suspicious information about Caleb’s new life, you were no longer convinced it was a mere accident. Which left you to believe either the Fleet had more of an influence on Skyhaven than anyone suspected, despite what their public policies claimed, or Caleb himself had intentionally isolated you. Both were concerning and likely had some truth to them, but the former was more painful to think about.

Your phone had been buzzing nearly non-stop since coming back to the city, updating with message after message. Messages from Xavier about hot pot and confusion about your sudden approved vacation days that you never mentioned taking; Rafayel feigning danger, saying he needed his bodyguard to come and check on him asap; Zayne concerned that he hadn’t heard a word from you after Mia’s unfortunate death and insisting you check in with him as soon as you are able.

They had been relatively easy to appease for now. You informed them all you had just returned home and would make sure to see them in the coming days— you just needed one day to sort through your thoughts and feelings about the Caleb situation. Besides, what were you supposed to say? I didn’t actually go on vacation because I went on a solo undercover mission for the Association connected to the explosion of my grandmother’s house just to find my long-dead brother/sort of ex-boyfriend is actually alive and well, and is now one of the top ranking leaders of the Farspace Fleet who may be involved in some unethical practices because I had one conversation with a little boy whom they had been searching for and he seemed to have a complete personality change in the two days after his sister’s death?

It wasn’t exactly something that could be explained in a text message.

Needless to say, your men were worried about you, but Sylus most of all. Though his messages where a lot more direct in their efforts to get to the bottom of your disappearance. They started off playful enough in their probing, but the longer you were gone, the more insistent they became.  

Mr. Crow: Mephisto reported that you packed a bag. A big one. Where are we going? 

Mr. Crow: Now he says you boarded a shuttle. Why would you do that when you have a helicopter in the N109 at your disposal?

Mr. Crow: Your return date is a week from now. Did you go on vacation without me, kitten? You never mentioned a work trip.

Mr. Crow: I know you’re a busy big time hunter but it’s unlike you to ignore my messages like this, sweetie.

Mr. Crow: Mephisto lost you. The twins can’t find you either.

Mr. Crow: Where are you?

Mr. Crow: You disappeared on me and I’m worried. This isn’t like you.

Mr. Crow: I’m very unhappy with you right now.

Mr. Crow: You can’t hide forever, kitten…

You knew without a shadow of a doubt that Sylus saw the moment you returned to the city because your mechanical bird companion was tailing you again. You hadn’t intentionally slipped his detail or left Sylus hanging during your leave. It was no secret that the Onichynus leader kept watch of you and it had actually become a welcome security over the months since you began seeing one another.

It should have struck you as odd that Sylus didn’t hunt you down during your two week stay in Skyhaven but the truth was you had been hit with near constant surprises in the floating city that you had no time to think about anything but what was happening in that moment. But now that you were away and had space to think, you were left to wonder why Sylus never came for you. Why you were able to be imprisoned on a military fleet ship against your will and your mighty crime boss didn’t track you down and bust you out.

Your phone buzzes again, shaking you from your thoughts.

Mr. Crow: Look who’s back in town.

Kitten: Will you meet me somewhere?

Mr. Crow: Turn around.

You lower your phone, eyebrows drawn together as you turn against the flow of pedestrian traffic. Your eyes flit through the decorated streets, colorful ribbons and lanterns decorating the way in preparation for the New Year. The crowd parts, making way for a hulking man in a leather jacket walking steadily toward you with danger flashing in his crimson eyes, his mouth set into a hard line. It never ceased to amaze you how Sylus was able to blend in with a crowd when he stood out to you so much. He towered over everyone and had a dangerous aura to him, yet no one batted an eye in his direction.

You gulp nervously, knowing he wouldn’t let you get away without an explanation. One you still weren’t even sure how to say. Anxiousness has your feet moving quickly as you duck into an alleyway to wait for him. You couldn’t do this with an audience. Though it’s still light out, the strings of decorations above has the alley appearing more dark than usual, allowing you to slink into the shadows and away from prying eyes. It doesn’t take Sylus long to catch up, his own shadow eating up whatever light remains as he draws closer until he’s towering above and caging you against the stone wall.

“Sylus—”

“Would you look at that? I caught myself a stray.”

His fingers curl under your chin, not-too-gently angling your face toward his. That simmering anger in his eyes softens at the sight of you, disappearing completely to be replaced with concern. He reads you entirely too well, even if he doesn’t know the cause.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?”

You let out a vulnerable sigh, lip wedging between your teeth to combat the sting in your eyes as the relief of this secret you’ve been holding onto is lifted off of your shoulders the slightest bit. You didn’t realize just how much you had been carrying since Caleb’s return, but if a single soft look and concerned question from one of your boyfriends was enough to make you feel like crumbling, it must be a lot.

You still hardly believed it yourself that Caleb was alive and well after all this time. Had seen him with your own eyes and yet you still felt the loss of grief from his death and the sting of betrayal at his return. A confusing whorl of emotion builds up inside your chest because along with the relief that he was alive, you felt an overwhelming sense of resentment toward him.

For so long, Caleb was the only one you saw, blinded by the tunnel vision of his affection. Then he went and died before you could navigate the complex secret relationship the two of you shared only to return from the death of a literal explosion to metaphorically blow up your life just when you had started learning how to live without him. Just when you had begun to find comfort and care with Sylus and the other men in your life. They had become your new foundation in the rubble of Caleb’s place and now he was returning from the dead to level it once again. The rebuilding process had been overbearing and painful and lonely and you didn’t know how much more you had in you to start over again.

As much as you loved Caleb, he never played well with others when it came to you. Sylus thought Zayne’s jealousy and reluctance to share your time had been a hurdle but your childhood friend was nothing compared to your brother’s jealous streak. In the handful of times you were shared between Caleb and Zayne in your youth, it was always at Caleb’s command. Nothing happened without his approval. What he said went and neither you nor Zayne ever dared cross that line to try to further explore your attraction to one another. Not until after the explosion, anyway.

A gentle thumb on your jaw brings your attention back to the present, sympathetic ruby eyes grounding you.

“Does it have to do with how much time you spent in Skyhaven recently?”

Surprise and panic flicker across your face at Sylus’s question.

So he did know where you had gone, after all.

“Please, sweetie. After all this time and you’re still surprised that I keep tabs on you?  Mephisto may well be glued to your side. And that’s not even taking the twins into consideration or counting the various tracking devices planted on you and in you.”

“Sylus!”

“What?” he feigns innocence.

“Mephisto following me is one thing but you can’t bug me! I’m an agent of the law. Not to mention, where the hell did you get plant devices that can evade government detection? And more importantly, how did you get one inside of me without me knowing?”

Sylus’s proud grin widens as a thick leather-covered arm wraps around you like a vine. He pulls you into a slow dance in the alley, no musical accompaniment or reason for it other than he wanted to and he missed you.

It soothed some of the warring emotions within you, making your irritation with his stalking tendencies dissipate. Truth be told, you were grateful that he cared so much about your safety. You know Sylus now and know that his only intentions are your safety and success. Though you wouldn’t ask it of him, he would burn the whole world down if you requested him to, for the mere purpose of pleasing you. You couldn’t same the same about Caleb, who only ever kept you in the dark about his intentions.

“You should know by now that nothing is out of my budget or reach, kitten,” he purrs.

His playful demeanor slips a fraction. To anyone else it would have been undetectable but having spent so much intimate time with the Onychinus leader, you have learned to read him nearly as well as he reads you.

“What is it?” you ask, cupping his jaw.

Sylus nuzzles into your palm, a heavy sigh puffing through his nostrils, reminding you of a mighty beast that had been tamed.

“Nothing is out of my reach,” he repeats, “except whenever you disappeared into Skyhaven. Mephisto managed to follow your shuttle all the way to the city gates but the moment he tried to cross the threshold he began to short out. He had no choice but to turn back. Once you crossed over, I also lost signal of every tracking device on your person, including this one,” his finger lightly trace a spot between your shoulder blades. So that’s where it is. “I lost the ability to track you. To keep you safe. That’s never happened before and naturally was a cause for concern.” He hesitates for a moment as if afraid to ask but does anyway. “Where did you go during your ‘vacation’?”

“I don’t know where to start,” you admit as the tightness in your chest starts to constrict to a painful degree. The cardiac event monitor on your watch begins to beep erratically, indicating a dangerous rise in your pulse oxygen levels.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Sylus pulls you close to his chest, resting your head and hand against the steady rhythm of his own heartbeat.

He talks you through the attack, his calming voice like a balm to your ringing ears. After several long moments, you feel like you can breathe again and your watch finally goes quiet.

“Yes, I’m with her right now and she seems to be coming out of it,” Sylus’s voice drifts clearly to your ears once more. His voice tightens irritably at whatever the person on the other end says. “I wouldn’t put her in that kind of danger. I called you as soon as her symptoms began, didn’t I?”

He pauses again to listen to whatever was being said, giving you a reassuring smile though he still looks annoyed.

“I can drop her off at your office tomorrow morning. Or if you’re truly concerned and thinks she needs immediate medical attention, you’re welcome to meet me in the N109 Zone in an hour.”

Pause.

“That’s what I thought. I’ll continue to monitor her and if anything changes, you’ll be the first to know. Have a nice day, doctor.”

Sylus hangs up the phone and tucks the device back into his pocket. Hearing his side of the conversation, you have an idea of who he had been talking to.

“Dr. Zayne wants you to report to his office first thing in the morning. He said he won’t clear you to return to work until you do.”

This news comes as no surprise. Since an event was triggered, you would have to answer to Zayne about the cause, yet another conversation you weren’t ready to have. But he deserves to know Caleb is back. You just didn’t know how to tell him most of all. At least Sylus, Xavier, and Raf were a degree removed from the situation. Zayne would be almost as affected by the news as you, considering that Caleb was his best friend and the odd nature of the relationship the three of you previously shared.

“You could start from the beginning, sweetie,” Sylus murmurs against your hair, lips brushing your head in a loving kiss as he reminds you of what caused your heart rate to spike in the first place.

“I can’t,” your voice croaks. “Not now. Not here. It’s… too much.”

“Okay,” he relents. “But I’m taking you home with me regardless. After spending two weeks worrying about your safety and unable to reach you, I need you with me tonight. Then after a good meal and a lavender bath soak, if you feel like telling me what’s going on, I’ll be all ears.”

The sting returns to your eyes and you grip the back of his leather coat like an anchor. You were so grateful for your dragon and the way he kept you safe, even from yourself. That when you were spiraling down a vortex he would always catch you.

“I love you, Sylus,” you whisper, throat tight with emotion.

“I love you too, kitten.”

OpaLADS Taglist: @i-messed-up-big-time

[keithsfangs]

HIII!! omggg i just discovered ur acc and i love that ur still writing for vld!!!! im lowkey still a vld warrior so im here haha

would u pretty please maybe write about how a first kiss with keith would go?? i feel like he would be so shy at first ^.^ maybe a more confident!reader would be nice

i hope u understand my request and ty 💕💕💕

☆☆ first kiss

☆ you and keith's first kiss was completely impulsive.

hey, anon!! thank you sooo much for requesting, i really hope that this is similar to what you had in mind, and that you enjoy 💜💜💜

(vld warriors UNIIITE!!! 💪)

☆ maybe he'd pulled a reckless move in the red lion while battling the galra, or maybe he'd returned from a dangerous mission with the blades (one you had begged him not to go on)— either way, keith came back injured, and you were pissed.

☆ luckily, his injuries weren't bad enough for the healing pods to be a concern. you insisted on personally tending to his wounds, dragging him off to the medbay and forcing him to sit down as you grabbed the supplies you needed.

☆ the silence between the two of you, painfully tense and uncomfortable, made him nervous. it got worse the longer it went on, and eventually, he couldn't take it anymore.

☆ "will you talk to me?" he asked softly, looking up at you with a pitiful expression. he observed your face for a sign of something, anything, and his frown only deepened when he couldn't find one.

☆ you didn't reply to him, hell, you didn't even look at him. your lips were pressed together in a tight line, and your eyes were glued to your hands as you finished patching him up. he hated it— you being that upset with him, it made him feel sick.

☆ "please?" he tried again, his tone bordering on desperate. with a small sigh, you slowly released his bandaged arm, and then finally looked at him.

☆ right away, he could tell that something was on your mind, and that you were conflicted about whatever it was. with furrowed eyebrows, he waited for you to say something— only, you didn't. no, you just looked at him for a long moment, your expression frustratingly unreadable to him. he was about to speak up again, but before he could get any words out...

☆ ... you grabbed his face in your hands, and you kissed him.

☆ it was the last thing he'd been expecting from you, and it took him a moment to process. his noise of surprise was muffled by your lips against his own, his violet eyes almost comically wide.

☆ once the shock wore off, though, he quickly melted into it. he closed his eyes and carefully wrapped his arms around you, kissing you with as much passion as he could give without being overwhelming. his heart felt as though it were going to burst right through his chest, a pleasant warmth washing over him.

☆ when you pulled away, it was much too soon for his liking— not that he'd ever admit it to you. of course, he didn't need to, not whenever he stared up at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes in the whole entire universe. his cheeks were a warm shade of pink, and you couldn't help but smirk at him, finding his flustered expression all too endearing.

☆ he quickly got embarrassed, looking away from you with a small cough. his blush only worsened, and unable to help yourself, you leaned in again to kiss his cheek.

☆ "don't get the wrong idea, keith, i'm still mad at you for being reckless," you said, though your tone held no true anger. "that... that was only to make you feel better,"

☆ (you decided to leave out the part where you just really wanted to kiss him... you were half truthful, at least.)

[lay-z]

💍 Day 12 – Family heirloom

A continuation to ✨️ Day 4 �� Mama's boy, which means it’s set in the same universe!

Synopsis: Instead of celebrating Christmas with his family this year, John Price wants to spend it with you – alone.

Pairing: John Price x fem!Reader Warnings/Info: No smut. | military!Reader; established relationship; domestic bliss; fluff/aftercare

Word count: 1.7k

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Again, this is for the lovely @staytrueblue 💙 I hope you'll enjoy this one as much as the last heh xoxo

You feel content and relaxed in a way that almost feels surreal, too peaceful. And your overworked brain makes you wonder if you should be more vigilant, perhaps, to keep your guard up. But that’s just your undiagnosed PTSD talking, so you take another sip of your tea and turn your back towards the window as you walk back over to the couch. 

You’re at the home you share with your partner. It’s warm and cosy; the spacious living room adorned with a decorated Christmas tree, fairy lights and two matching stockings hanging from the chimney piece, one having your name and the other John stitched on it in ornate writing. There are still some small shreds of colourful wrapping paper scattered on the floor, something you tell yourself that you’ll pick up later. 

John went full on sugar daddy for your first Christmas as a couple, despite showering you with random gifts and bouquets of your favourite flowers every other day, anyway. You scolded him as soon as you unwrapped the sleek box of the expensive designer bag you’d briefly admired one time you were shopping in London with him. However, John simply huffed out a husky chuckle when you swatted at his biceps and simply pushed the next present into your lap. 

Now you’re curled up on the vintage armchair next to the couch, legs tucked under you as you wait for John, taking small sips of the hot cuppa clutched between your palms. 

John had asked you to stay at home this year, just the two of you instead of visiting either of your families for Christmas, telling you that there will be time to see them in between the festive season. During those empty, strange days where no one really knows what to do with themselves; twiddling their thumbs until New Year’s, although those days don’t quite count for people like you and John.  

You two could be called in any moment and shipped out on a particularly risky mission within hours, after all. 

The thought makes your heart jump, and your stomach drops a little, twisting and churning as you grip your mug tighter. Taking a deep breath, you inhale the sweet herbal scented steam from your tea, hold it for ten seconds and exhale slowly, and repeating the technique a few times as you focus on the soft, soothing crackle of birch wood burning in the fireplace. 

“There you are.” John’s deep, rumbling voice pulls you out of your spiral and you blink a few times as you lift your gaze to focus on him, nearly breathing a sigh of relief. 

“Here I am.” You reply, flashing a closed-lipped smile and hoping he won’t notice your trepidation. Judging by the way he slowly saunters into the living room, meaty hands shoved deep into his pants pockets, he’s already picked up on it like a hound dog catching a prey’s scent. 

Your head tilts further back to look at him, tall as he is, the closer he approaches until he stands right in front of you, head tilting as he regards you, rocking on his sock-clad feet before doing that adorable little hip thrust he always does. One more thing adding to the list about John Price that gives you cuteness aggression. 

“Captain.” You nod, speaking his rank dryly, though the infatuated sparkle in your eyes gives way of your feelings; your heart beating steadily with it. 

Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love.

John rumbles deep in his broad chest, like the bear he truly is, steel blue eyes narrowing playfully, “My darling.” He kneels down in front of the armchair, bad knee cracking as he grunts on the way down until you’re on eye level. 

“What are you doing?” You laugh softly as you drink in his handsome face and you could swear you can practically watch the apples of his cheeks begin to blush, “We can just move over to the couch to cuddle, babe.” 

“Yes– uh, actually,” he clears his throat audibly as he takes the mug of tea from your hands to put it on the side table next to the armchair, “There… There is one more... thing.” Then he looks down as he fumbles with his pants pocket, and you can swear you’ve never seen him act so clumsy in all the years you know him. 

“W–What is–“ But John suddenly conjures a velvety black ring box, interrupting you at once while your jaw snaps shut so fast, your teeth clash. His hands are trembling lightly as he struggles to pry the delicate lid open, and it snaps shut again two more times before he growls under his breath and nearly breaks it open while a deep flush continues to creep up his neck before disappearing under his beard. 

There, on a tiny satin pillow, rests a gorgeous sapphire ring. The soft glow of the Christmas tree’s fairy lights reflect in the oval stone, set in a delicate gold band. It looks polished and vintage, and quite expensive, too. 

“A family heirloom,” he explains, his voice incredibly rough and low, and his throat bobs when he swallows hard, as if he’s slowly getting overwhelmed, “Belonged to my mother’s grandmother. Almost got lost during World War II.” 

“No... John... That's too much–”  

His thick brows furrow as your expression changes into something he can’t quite interpret, “What? What do you mean?” 

“I can't just–” You make a vague gesture at the ring box, eyes going wide as you try to think of the right words to say, “I can't just wear that. That's like... a part of your family history and I'm–” 

“And I want you to become part of that family, love.” John interrupts you once more; his voice firm, authoritative yet incredibly gentle as his eyes soften along with the deep crease between his eyebrows. “I want us to make our own history.” 

You perk up in the armchair, shifting until you're sitting on your knees, more alert as you’re peering down at him, fingers digging into the plush armrests to ground yourself as your heart starts pumping rapidly, “What are you saying, John?” Your voice is breathless, wavering in a way it hasn’t since your teenage years. 

There is a heavy pause as John simply looks at you, then; his steel blue eyes shining with pure devotion and love for you, the corners of his lips lifting into that knowing smile of his, whenever he gets the upper hand, though the way his hands keep trembling betrays his rare nervousness.

“I’m asking you to marry me.” 

And then it’s out in the open. So simple, you almost laugh. Not a question per se, but a well thought out plan that John is letting you in on. It’s a briefing for the most important mission of your lives. There is no need to give you a speech about how you’re the love of his life or some cheesy shite like that. He’d catch a bullet for you. You’ve already risked your life for him. There is a mutual understanding and love that no one else could ever understand. You’re meant to be together. No one can compare. He’s asking you to marry him, and the look in his eyes holds the real question, ‘Will you do me the honour and say yes?’. 

But your words are stuck in your throat, your heart beating so harshly in your chest that you feel it in your throat. It’s not even been a year since he made you his girlfriend, though you knew long before that that you’d follow John Price to the end of the bloody world if it meant you can be together. 

Your eyes flicker between his and the ring box before you manage to relax your fingers and lift your left hand, holding it out to him as you try to keep it somewhat steady before you croak out, 

“Yes.” 

You keep tilting and turning your left hand outstretched above your face, and you watch in awe as the sapphire sparkles whenever it catches the warm glimmer of the ambers burning in the fireplace. 

There is an unfamiliar feeling of giddiness that has taken root in your chest the moment John slipped the engagement ring onto your left ring finger, and now it only adds to the simmering desire that has increased by a tenfold. 

“Fiancée,” you mumble to yourself, and John stirs next to you on the living room floor as if summoned.  

He snakes a heavy arm around your torso, right below your naked breasts, and he pulls you impossibly close against his powerful body, his hairy chest still flushed and damp with sweat after making love to you on the fuzzy carpet. 

“Fiancée.” John repeats as softly as his gruff voice allows it, “My future Mrs. Price.” He lets out an uncharacheristically boyish laugh and rolls over onto his side, draping his massive body over yours and nearly smothering you as he buries his face into your neck, coarse beard scratching your sensitive skin as he nuzzles your neck playfully, kissing and nibbling while his calloused hand tickles along your ribs until you giggle and squirm beneath him. 

“John! Stop!” You squeal, pushing against his chest half-heartedly, but John snatches your left wrist with ease and kisses the ring on your finger repeatedly before he swiftly wrestles you onto your back again, crawling on top of you once more while you part your legs all too eagerly for your future husband. 

“Keep making sounds like that, wife, and I won’t be able to keep my hands off ya all night long.” His eyes crinkle at the corners as he gazes down at you and he somehow looks ten years younger in this cosy, dim lighting. He pins both of your wrists above your head, braces himself on the other hand and chuckles when you squeeze his hips with your thighs in return. 

“Call me that again,” you say, grinning up at him with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes, “Call me your wife again.” 

John matches your grin with equal mischief, chest rumbling with a playful growl as he leans in to capture your lips in a slow, passionate kiss; stealing each other’s breath away as the carnal desire reignites between you two all over again. 

And he never once stops calling you his wife from this night onward. 

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Can I get a whiskey with Steve Rogers as a married couple please one where it’s not quite marvel universe?

New Perspective.

set in a universe where steve doesn't leave, but instead stays to live out the rest of his life in happiness. this is just tooth rotting fluff. <3

warnings - the tiiiiiniest bit of angst at the start. mainly just sweethearts in love.

word count on this is 1k <3

3k masterlist here.

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It's panic, first.

Then horror.

Sadness comes next.

And then... complete and utter relief.

You'd begged him not to go. Pleaded and bargained, promised him anything and everything. But he insisted.

You knew the risks. You also knew you'd never forgive yourself if you let him go while you were arguing.

So, you accepted it. He was leaving to go on a mission through space and time, and you were fine with it. Completely and totally fine with it.

You kissed him goodbye on the platform, whispering gentle love against his lips.

"You come back to me in one piece, Steve Rogers. You understand?"

He nodded gently, pressing his forehead to yours.

"Yes, ma'am. Understood."

He'd told you he loved you at least forty times before he went. It didn't do anything to quell the unease in your heart.

And then, it was time. And he was gone. And you held your breath. And the minutes went by. And he hadn't returned.

"Where is he, Bruce?" you questioned softly, trying not to let on how scared you were.

"Yeah, where is he, Bruce?" Sam had said, firmer, laced with more fear.

"I, I - I don't... I'm trying, okay?"

"Trying?" Bucky asked in disbelief, scoffing. "Trying?"

All four of you began to panic. Chests heaving, bones vibrating, lips chewed between teeth.

Finally, there was a noise. A clattering whoosh, a signal of return. You watched the platform, waiting for him to appear.

And he didn't.

"Where is he, Bruce? Where the fuck is he?"

It was the most upset you'd ever seen Sam. You didn't like it. You'd scanned the horizon, and saw broad shoulders and blond hair in the distance.

"I think he's back."

You were whispering, afraid to ruin the tension of the science. You slowly walk over to the bench, and there he is. In all his golden glory.

"Steve?"

"Baby?"

He looked a little dazed, a little confused. Suppose that happens, when you travel between dimensions.

"You okay?"

"I did it. Everything's back where it should be."

"Proud of you," you smiled, sitting down next to him and linking your hands together. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. Saw some old faces. They just made me want to get home to you."

You had grinned at him, then, all bright and blinding. You surged forward and captured his lips with yours, throwing your arms around his neck.

"Never leave me again," you'd laughed. "My heart can't handle it."

"Never again," he'd promised into your mouth. "Never again."

That was years ago.

You'd both vowed to live a simple life, from that moment on.

You got married a couple of months later, in a quaint little courthouse in downtown New York. Sam and Bucky were your witnesses, both of them standing with tears in their eyes as you and Steve promised to love each other forever. The four of you grabbed dinner afterwards, at a small family run place that Sam recommended. It was perfect.

You bought a house on the outskirts of New York, out of the city. You wanted greenery and nature, and Steve vowed he'd give you anything you ever asked for.

It's a three bedroom cottage, plenty big enough for the both of you. There's a white picket fence and a rustic stone wall, pathway paved with lawn on either side. The front door is forest green, painted by your husband at your request. You'd suggested Captain America Blue first, but he'd protested. You'd laughed and compromised, picking out paint colours hand in hand at the hardware store.

You've planted fruit trees in the garden, watering them carefully every evening. Apples, pears, cherries, plums for Bucky. You're hoping it'll be warm enough to plant an orange tree or two next year. Steve helps, more than happy to muddy his jeans and get his hands dirty, on his knees in the soil with you. He's hung fairy lights and lanterns among the trees, illuminating the backyard. It's the perfect atmosphere for a dinner party, your friends and family laughing and chatting around a carefully prepared table, food and wine scattered across the cloth. You live for nights like those. Both of you do.

One of your favourite places is your sun room. Big glass panes, sunlight beaming in at all hours of the day. It's prettiest at sunrise and sunset, pinks and oranges cast across the space. You and Steve curl up on one of the love seats, limbs and heartstrings tangled together. You watch the sun come up, excited at the possibilities the day holds. Then, you watch it set, content and warmed by the fullness of your love. You drink coffee there in the morning, and tea there at night. Whiskey, sometimes. You'd be happy to sit there forever, never leaving your husband's side.

Steve installed a vintage claw foot tub in the bathroom. It has ornate gold feet, shiny and intricate. You light candles, close the blinds, and fill it up with warm water and bubbles. Both you and Steve slip into it, your back against his chest, strong arms keeping you steady. He washes your hair carefully, taking his time, slow and gentle. He presses kisses to your wet skin as he works, memorising every inch of you. As if he doesn't already know it by heart.

The most frequented room in the house is the kitchen. You and Steve spend hours cooking, baking, making cocktails. You'll perfect a recipe while Steve sits on the counter, stealing kisses as you work. The sunlight glints off your wedding bands, illuminating the big, open room. It's light and it's spacious and it's a haven filled with love and laughter. And cake. Lots of cake.

He keeps his promise right until the very end. He never left you again.

[peppertoastuniverse]

the same sky  – gojo satoru

contents: gojo x reader, angst pure angst. careful with this one, this one was.. real sad summary: gojo calls you in between missions to remind you that he loves you wc: 1.4k

you’d gently kiss him – you were never as good as words as he was – hoping your touch could communicate your love for him. but satoru knew you well. he didn’t need his six eyes to know that you loved him equally, eagerly engulfing your body, smiling into the kiss.

“hey, sweetheart!” you heart skips a beat at his familiar greeting. “-look okay, don’t be mad, but I went to a new bakery after I was done with that curse I called about yesterday. okay, before you start – yeah I know, I know im trying to balance all the sweets with vegetables, juuust like I said I would! so no pouting – heh, aren’t you proud of me? i’ve been doing so good, I swear!”   you giggle as you balance your phone on your shoulder, two heavy bags full of groceries on either arm. you couldn’t help but smile as you hear his confident, playful tone in your ear. he was so silly.

“but mmmpphhhhfhfff oh my god, sweetheart it was so fucking good. I got the blueberry cheesecake, it was so cute – they decorated it with these little blueberries and it had this like really shiny glaze on it! I know you’d love it, we should – “

you loved when he called you. talking with satoru was almost an overwhelming experience. hearing his voice so close to you reminded you of those nights where you’d lay on his chest comforted by his breathing, where he’d whisper to you under the covers promises and far away fears. he’d hold you so gently, a perfect fit against his strong frame, a spot that he carved out especially for you.

he said he couldn’t sleep without you. he would call for you in the dark if he couldn’t find you, your warm hands finding him every time. you’d coo softly at him, stroking his pout. you’d look into his eyes and wondered what you did to deserve him. maybe your ancestors were blessed through prayer or maybe you and satoru were connected in a past life or maybe you were just lucky. but as you rubbed his back to calm his restless thoughts you thanked whatever higher power that you and satoru were connected in your universe – in this timeline. grateful to breathe the same air as him. glad to share your stars with him. happy to laugh beside him.

you’d gently kiss him – you were never as good as words as he was – hoping your touch could communicate your love for him. but satoru knew you well. he didn’t need his six eyes to know that you loved him equally, eagerly engulfing your body, smiling into the kiss.

his familiar baritone carried so much warmth, you could hear his smile through the phone. you couldn’t help but match his lips when you were on the phone with him. he would call at any time: because he missed you even though he was just 10 minutes away – just around the corner to mail a letter or because he saw a funny cat on the street that looked like nanami and wanted to hear you laugh at it too or because he wanted to pick up dinner on the way home and wanted to make sure there wasn’t anything else you wanted in addition to your usual sushi order from your favourite restaurant.

he always had something to say, something to share, something to remind you. you loved that about him. when it came to you he was too generous and you hoped that he felt your devotion to him as well. “y’know sweetheart, I bet it’s raining where you are right now, I can just fucking feeling it!”

you sigh as you see your shared apartment building in sight. your amused huff filling the pause on the phone like satoru knew you would be looking up at the same sky. as you stop and gaze up at the grey abyss, you could feel the warm spring rain drizzling, gently tapping on your forehead somehow feeling like satoru’s comforting kisses. you laugh, pleased at the universe’s gift to you. after all, he first kissed you in the rain all those years ago. it was clumsy at first, a nervous quick peck landing on the side of your mouth. time stopped, you swore you haven’t lived fully until that day. holding your hand, he pulled you in closer, craving another brush of your lips against his, muttering that he’s been thinking of kissing you since you made fun of his “stupid glasses,” when you first started jujutsu tech. you remembered how the rain soaked your hair and made his eyes sparkle affectionately when you kissed him back, face flushing. that was one of the only days where satoru was speechless. you liked to tease him about it all the time.

“i’m right wasn’t i?” he says, bringing you back to the present, his familiar teasing tone etched into your consciousness. he was always right, you could tell that he could sense the shaking of your head, soft smile still on your face. he was so ridiculous. in that moment, you were more aware of your love him. endless and overflowing, he helped you discover your favourite parts of yourself. he easily brought out the best in you, effortlessly loving you like it was breathing. “.. you must be happy though, you love the rain. don’t get too wet, babe. you’ll get sick!” you melt at his sweetness. he knew you well.

“…wish I was there enjoying it with you, but I’ll be back real soon. promiseeeee!” you couldn’t wait to see him again, he brightened every corner of your life, your shared apartment felt dreary without him. dull and cold. when he left, your apartment felt too big – it was made for two. two pairs of chopsticks, two toothbrushes, two mugs, “yours and mine” he’d say proudly every time you went shopping, “but everything is ours,” he’d grin. still there were reminders of him that gave you comfort, his extra pair of shoes still at the foyer by door, his brush in the bathroom drawer filled with his white hair, his pajamas on the comfy chair in your shared bedroom –   you couldn’t bring yourself to do his laundry while he was gone, when you missed him too much you’d sleep in his clothing. “I swear, I just – ha! actually, uh,  give me a second, this curse is making it interesting now. heh! I’ll call you back in a few, wont be long  – love you, babe! I’ll call you back in a sec.” you scoff, it was so like satoru to call you during a mission. you used to scold him all the time about it, worrying about his safety, reminding him that he wasn’t invincible, that he was just a man. placing the heavy bags on the floor temporarily, you unlock the apartment door, groaning as you settle the groceries on the countertop. moving fluidly to put away the groceries, choices littered with satoru’s favourites, his favourite mochi, that gross sugary melon soda that he drank all the time, ingredients for his favourite beef curry. you smile thinking about him. your satoru. picking up the phone you hear his bright voice, “sorry sweetheart, uhh – what was I saying? oh yeah, I was thinking that after this mission we should go on vacation! I just miss you so much, y’know? I feel like we never get time to ourselves, it’s either you’re on missions or I am… “

he was right. It had been a while since you had time for each other, but you didn’t mind – he called you whenever he could. you and satoru understood the demand of your jobs, the oath you swore, but more time was always welcome. “i.. I know I say it all the time, but i love you so much, y’know? I can’t wait to see you again sweetheart – really. I just.. I don’t know what I’d do without you. ha, I guess im just missing you more than usual.. “ he says sheepishly. “I love you. …love you sweetheart, i’ll be with you real soon.” “i love you too, satoru.” you whisper fondly. your favourite part. you sigh heavily, waterline overflowing. tension still in your body. that was the end of his voicemail. you move to replay it from the beginning, it was the only thing that you listened to now a days since he died 3 months ago. “hey, sweetheart! – look okay, don’t be mad, but I went to a new bakery after I was done with that curse I called about yester–”   you stare at your phone, the closest thing that you had left of his presence. his voice still lingers in your head, even when your phone runs out of battery – the loneliest time. slowly moving to put on his hoodie as you wipe your tears, you think you miss him a little more today.

a/n: sorry everyone! ( • ᴖ • ｡) this one hurt to write. i think we all miss this blue eyed yapper. what did yall think about this one? -- dividers by @/adornedwithlight

[gotham-daydreams]

I love your concept of batman!reader, it makes me want to rip out chunks of my room wall with my teeth. So perhaps you can tell me and the rest of the audience something more about that universe.

Cheers!

Of course! And if anyone has any specific questions about anything in particular I'd be happy to answer them as well :]

Nevertheless, the universe itself is... interesting, I'd say!

It definitely falls into this small category I'm sort of making for myself in terms of characters where they "do too much", even if their reasons vary. Since let's just say that Batman!Reader is honestly a little too much like Bruce, and if he was somehow more dedicated to the mission. And by 'dedicated' I mean if you take Bruce's self sacrificial nature, and crank it up to eleven.

It's a shame too because Bruce obviously wants 'Batman' to act more like 'Nightwing' - a symbol that people can look to, not in collective fear, but as a symbol of hope and justice. Batman!Reader on the other hand, does not make that possible. In their own way, they really try to become Batman and disregard the human beneath it all entirely. But that's getting a little too much into the actual story itself-

I will say that in this universe, Gotham is actually safe. The crime it was once know for has taken a heavy hit, and everyone is safe - but at the cost of criminals essentially fearing for their lives. Your average citizen is safe, but for those under the streets and in back alleys, its very much like they're "under new management", and one that isn't as forgiving as the Bats that came before the current one.

Though, that is by design.

As I said in the little summary/concept, everyone is dead - but they didn't all die right away. There was a process the reader went through to get the cowl, and they actually were able to dawn it before everyone got the boot - but as you can guess from said little summary, they still don't quite feel like it's their own. Batman is still Bruce, it's still Dick to them, even if practically everyone else in the city would definitely be confused if either of those two were to dawn the cowl again - if they were able to.

Alfred is actually alive! Albeit very old and definitely living his last days, as one can imagine.

There is new technology! But I won't go into specifics since I'm not really all that smart and can't really say anything besides "everything pretty much has an upgrade", so...

Batman! Reader is actually very anti social and needs to get out more, it really is like the early days of Bruce being Batman, but worse.

Reader also had their own Robin at some point named 'Sparrow', things... did not go well on that end.

I imagine that the Wayne Manor is on a hill, at least in this particular universe, and everyone is basically buried there a little ways away from the manor. The reader even had the Grayson's and such moved so no one would be apart from their family, it makes them feel closer that way and makes it easier to visit them. Not to mention it avoids a certain incident that happened a long while ago from happening again.

There are new villians! One of which actually causes the batfam from another universe to come into Batman!Reader's dimension. Another raises the dead, but that isn't important as of now - and there are more... as I come up with them and also remember to write them down! Do they have names? Not at the moment! And also I kind of suck at names if no one could guess from the titles I come up with.

There is a statue in Gotham of the Batfam - minus Batman for obvious reasons, but Bruce and Gordon are squeezed on there. Blüdhaven has a statue of Nightwing. In the building for Wayne Enterprises, they have little holographic models of their previous CEOs and such, along with everyone that's come before, Tim is the latest one on there - the reader has yet to submit their model. To which, a friend of their's is helping them with the buisness - think of her as this reader's Lucius Fox.

Batman! Reader only has two other servants aside from Alfred (though they are more like the reader's only friends), mostly to keep the Manor clean and take care of Alfred while they're away.

Reader is also very tech savy and into how machines work and what not, all that nerd stuff! So very much like Tim, Bruce, and Barbara in that way. There is always something to get done and improve, and I will say that the stuff Alfred used to get around - the reader made themself.

In classic fashion, Alfred is actually very disappointed in a lot of the choices Batman! Reader has made in their life, but so are those closest to them, so be fair...

With no context, Batman! Reader is like if "ManBat" actually succeeded.

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If anyone wants to know more, or has any questions, feel free to ask away!

[itsa-me-lily]

Okay, it's here, holy shit I did it. Here is the Simon x Thimble Christmas Fic that I dragged out kicking and screaming.

Here is the MPS AU master playlist

Here is Simon & Thimble playlist

Content warnings;

Not really any I can think of? I make a joke involving ham. If anyone finds an issue let me know.

Christmas, a time of year where everything sparkled a little brighter, the world a little kinder, and the perfect way to show someone you cared was with a gift. At least that's what all the commercials said. You could admit it was little pessimistic to view the holiday but well, capitalism did that to a person.

As a kid it was certainly a more magical time, though your mom had more to do with it than anything else. You could appreciate the amount of effort she put into making sure you started the day excited for the possibilities and ended it content with the spoils of a year of good behavior.

Even as adults your mom tried to make sure that the day was good. What was probably the best part was that you could make sure the day was just as good for her as it was for you. Plus there was an extra adult to rope into being your helpful elf. Well there was supposed to be.

You knew Simon didn't have a choice for when he was sent out on missions, but he did seem to draw the universal short straw for being sent out a week before Christmas with no return date in sight. Not that he had been complaining at the time. You were almost convinced he was happy to go given the conversation you had had days prior to him leaving.

"So what do you do for Christmas?"

You'd of thought that you'd asked the man this in a dead language the way he had stared at you as he held greens for the boys to nibble and pull at during floor time. It was a reasonable question and you knew it.

"Don't look at me like that. My mom wants to know if we're going over to hers for Christmas or Christmas Eve. We want to make sure that we're not stepping on toes."

The look on his face either meant he was confused or constipated, and the weekly meals you brought to base was suppose to be helping with the second thing.

When it was clear that you weren't going to retract your question, Simon huffed, looking down at Baker who had gladly made himself comfortable in Simon's lap, and was trying to wriggle into his sweatshirt.

"I don't."

"You don't..."

"Do Christmas."

There were many times where your statements had left your husband to blink at you in response, this was one that had the tables turned.

"You don't do Christmas?"

"Yup."

"Any particular reason as to why?"

It really wasn't an issue if Simon did or didn't celebrate Christmas, you just didn't want to do something that'd insult his family heritage or something.

"Just don't."

Well that answered so much.

"So you've never celebrated Christmas?"

Simon Riley could be Jewish for all you knew, though that would make the times you a gave him a ham sandwich awkward.

Simon was silent for a few minutes, as if he was weighing his words as he idly scratching under Baker's chin.

"It's been a long time since I've celebrated it."

You had wanted to ask what he had meant by that, had wanted to ask so badly, but something had stopped you. He hadn't sounded sad exactly when he had said it, but more like he was remembering something sad.

You restacked the boys cups in silence, letting Jiji and Tombo go to town on them as they searched for the treats you hid in random levels. You didn't want to push too hard but you also didn't just want to leave the guy alone when you went to your mothers.

"So...would you be willing to go to my mom's with me? For Christmas."

The moment seemed to only have room for the sound of tossed plastic cups and weighted silence. You hadn't realized you were holding your breath until Simon had spoken, almost hesitantly.

"Your mum do a good roast?"

"Only the best."

"...Guess I'd be willing to go for that."

You couldn't help but grin then, the breath you were holding coming out in a rush of blooming contentment. Little steps.

Yet here you were, Christmas Eve, standing outside your mother's house as you dialed your husband's cell phone number, knowing he probably wouldn't pick up. You were right, he didn't.

You couldn't help but chuckle at hearing the voicemail set up he had, something that said to state what you wanted and hang up. It was short, curt, and completely him.

"Simon Riley you're missing all the fun. We got a turkey with all the sides and fixings that'll feed us for weeks. Plus there's matching sweaters-"

Beep

Wow this man really did expect people to keep it short. With a sigh you redialed his number, leaning against the side of the house even as a chill seeped into your sweater.

"Simon. Leave your message and hang up."

"Like I was saying, there's matching sweaters. Had to search a little for one in your size but don't worry we weren't going to have you miss out it. Even got-"

Beep

"Even got you a stocking. It's a paper one for now, but I decorated it myself. Put Si-si up on top in sparkly black glitter glue. Figured you'd appreciate the-"

Beep

"The color choice."

You thought about what you wanted to say next, long enough that the voice mail timer ended, hanging up the call. With a deep sigh you looked up at the sky, admiring the few stars you could see as you hit the redial button.

"Simon. Leave your message and hang up."

"Would have been nice to have you here. But maybe next year...Merry Christmas Simon."

You let the call end for the final time, just as snow was starting to fall. You admired it in the glow of your mother's door light, wondering when Simon would be back to get your series of messages.

January. Simon wasn't back until the tail end of January and he didn't know how he felt about it. Sure Price had apologized for pulling them all so close to the holidays, but honestly, at the time Simon hadn't minded.

No you hadn't forced him to agree to go to your mums, but he could still tell that you hadn't wanted to just leave him behind during Christmas. Not that he would have minded.

For years Christmas had been this black hole of things he didn't think about. Didn't think about the few decent ones from his childhood. Didn't think about the first Christmas that Tommy had been clean and sober for. Especially didn't think about the last Christmas with any of them, or the present for Joseph he had held onto for years after being unable to give it to him.

So no, he hadn't been disappointed when the call came in for deployment. But listening to your voicemails now...he could say that it probably wouldn't have been awful to go. He was going to burn the supposed Si-Si stocking, and there was no way in hell he'd ever wear a Christmas sweater.

What he was now though, was worried. The team had managed to come in early enough that he had been ready to get home for a late morning nap. Or would have been. If you hadn't had objected otherwise.

Simon: Back. ETA Soon. Thimble: Don't come home yet.

Simon: Why?

Thimble: Because.

Simon: Because why?

Thimble: Because I said so.

Simon: What did you do?

Thimble: What's with all the questions? Just fucking wait till I tell you to come back.

Simon was half convinced that you had murdered a man and was trying to get rid of the body. Given his occupation he would have assumed that you'd be eager for his assistance. He had history of getting bloodstains out.

Still what was the saying? Happy wife happy life? If you wanted Simon to stay away until you called him back he could do that. The breakroom couch wasn't as comfortable as the one you had picked out for the house, but Simon was used to sleeping anywhere. After managing to get a few fitful hours of sleep and several productive hours of paperwork he finally got his text to come home. Time to see what it was you had been up to.

Simon...hadn't been prepared for it to be this. He had been expecting a range from you having bought out an entire craft store, to having suddenly adopted fifteen more pigs, to straight up illegal activity. But there was no sudden influx of crafts, pigs, or bloodstains. Instead when he walked into your home it was...Christmas. Or as close to Christmas as one could get four weeks after the fact.

There was a tiny plastic tree standing proudly on the coffee table, and five stockings hanging up under the TV. He half expected to see the infamous paper stocking, a sore thumb in the crowd. But instead there were five identical ones, save for the names embroidered onto each one. Yours, Jiji, Tombo, Baker, and his.

A kitchen timer was the only thing that drew his gaze away from the family of stockings. He turned his head in time to see you pull a turkey from the oven, the heat making your face flush. The kitchen told quite the story. The sink was full of dishes, even with the dishwasher chugging away, but the counter space was full of dishes.

Besides the turkey Simon could see stuffing and roasted potatoes, Yorkshire puddings and brussels sprouts. Hell it looked like you even made a little dish of mushy peas, even though he knew you didn't like them. At least Simon waited for you to set the turkey on the stove top before questioning everything.

"What's all this about?

You shrugged, stuffing your hands into the back pocket of your jeans.

"Dinner?"

"It's Christmas dinner."

"I know."

"Why?"

Simon hadn't meant to put you on the spot but he was just so confused as to why you'd go through the effort of cooking a Christmas dinner now.

"You missed the one at my mom's."

"So this is for me?"

"Yeah, it is."

That...threw Simon for a loop. It hadn't been that big of a deal to him. It wasn't the first Christmas dinner he'd miss. He didn't doubt that it wouldn't be the last. But you still went through the effort to give him something. He wanted to question further but the words wouldn't come to him. Instead he just stood there in a vortex of feelings that were caught in his chest at realizing you went through all the effort to give Simon a Christmas that he missed.

While Simon was caught in his inner turmoil, you bustled around, setting a plate in his hands and telling him to have as much as he wanted, that you had even made the peas for him incase he didn't like the other veg. He could only follow the orders given to him, taking his time to look at every dish. It wasn't all pretty. He was pretty sure you fucked up the Yorkshires, and some brussels seemed crispier than the others, but sitting down and tasting it all? It was good. Better than he deserved. But he didn't argue, he sat and ate his fill, ate more than that actually, while you told him about everything he had missed.

He insisted on cleaning up afterwards, saying that if you made everything he could at least put away the left overs. He should have been suspicious at how willing you were to let him because by the time he was done you were standing there wearing the tackiest red and white Christmas sweater that could have ever been made. And you were holding an identical one in what appeared to be his size.

"No."

"Come on."

"No."

"But it's Christmas."

"Actually it's January."

"We gotta match for the Christmas photo!"

"We are not having a Christmas photo."

"But I found little sweaters for the kids! We were all going to match!"

Simon looked past you to the couch and could indeed see your three boys on the couch in what looked like little red and white Christmas shrugs. You were completely serious about this. There was no way he was going to wear an ugly Christmas sweater for some ridiculous Christmas photo. Damnit, Simon had his pride and his dignity!

And yet pride and dignity stood no chance to your pleading face because Simon found himself sitting on the couch, wearing the tacky ugly Christmas sweater, and trying to wrangle two furry potatoes who had realized that they did in fact have sentience. At least Tombo was being a good boy. Couldn't say the same for Jiji and Baker. The first was trying to jump to freedom to continue to presumably sample the coffee table, while the later was trying to burrow under the hem of his sweater to presumably get into it. And you? You were giggling as you were setting up the tripod and your phone to get the damn photo.

After the third time of turning Baker around while keeping Jiji contained, it seemed you finally got it right because you were rushing from the coffee table to the couch as the timer counted down.

You hadn't selected the right timer because honestly the photo was a mess. You had your head thrown back in a laugh, leaning into Simon from the force of you jumping onto the couch. Simon wasn't looking at the camera, but instead was focused solely on you. Jiji was a blur that was landing in your lap. Baker was showing his whole ass because he apparently was determined to get into the damn sweater. Tombo was the only one who seemed to actually be looking at the camera like a good boy.

It had to be one of the most chaotic Christmas photos Simon had ever seen.

He chose a simple black frame for the copy of it that sat on his desk.

Edit;

IT'S DONE! Felt like it took every ounce of try and two days to get this decent. Everyone say thank you to @nightunite because talking about this with her gave birth to the Christmas photo. If you have any ideas or asks feel free to let me know!

I hope everyone has a safe and good holiday season regardless of what you celebrate or don't.

Also this is the boy's sweaters

[politemenacephd]

Arachnophilia (Part Seven)

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

Chapter Masterlist 🕷️

Content (Part 7): Miguel is rutting, reader is in heat, cock warming, rough biting/claiming bites, PinV sex, possessive sex, breeding kink, creampie & pullout marking, aftercare.

You're a new recruit to the spider society, and you've just been sent on your first mission on one condition: Do not contact Miguel's variant in this universe. When your mission goes wrong you break that rule very quickly, desperate for help, only to find that Miguel's variant here is not what you expected. He's stoic but kind, awkward but sincere, and he's also an enormous human-spider hybrid: a drider, both human and arachnid. You decide to continue seeing Miguel in secret, with the rest of the society unaware. You really want to stay friends after all. That is, until Miguel suddenly goes into a rut. Now you're his mate, trapped in a dizzying heat that only he can fix, trying to hide your relationship from your suspicious superiors. What could go wrong? Word count: 3040

The clarity you’d gained was an overwhelming comfort as you hurried back through the woods. With the baby issue sorted you knew now that you weren’t just using Mig, nor were you a depraved servant to your own body. You liked him, you wanted him, and that desire went right down to your core.  

You stumbled through the glade towards his nest where you found a long, thick, string of web leading from the floor to the entrance. You dropped your bags in the dirt and grappled onto the sticky web so you could hoist yourself up.

‘Mig! Are you—’

A low, agonised moan filled the air. You paused with your hand on the entrance.

‘Mig? Mig, are you—’

Another moan, another whine. You felt your blood run cold. Your panic drove you to rush through the entrance. ‘Mig! What—’

Miguel wasn’t hurt like you’d feared. In fact, it was quite the opposite.

He was bent over the bed, furiously rubbing his erect phallus against the mattress. His face was buried in the silk sheet he’d made to cover you at night, the one thing in the house still saturated with your scent, your musk, your pheromones. He’d clearly already cum at least twice but it had offered no relief.

You felt your own ache triple over in your gut, a pull so hard that it made you choke on your own spit. You could see the sweat beading on his perfectly muscled back, the flash of his fangs as he panted. It was a beautiful sight. Slowly, you approached.

‘Mig.’

He looked up at the sound of your voice. His face was that of a desperate animal, with narrowed bloody red eyes and bared teeth. He was panting, heaving, his muscles tensed to the point that they bulged. You met his gaze without fear.

‘Sweet boy’ you whispered. His eyelids slowly drooped.

‘Poor thing.’

You bent down to your knees and slid your hand beneath his abdomen, gently grasping his cock. He groaned as you did, his mouth falling agape as venom squirted and pooled from his fangs. You saw goosebumps go up his arms from the sheer intensity of your touch.

‘I’m here now, let me help’ you soothed.

You began to tenderly stroke his shaft, using the copious pre-cum as lubricant to help slide your fist back and forth. You couldn’t fit your whole fist around it but you felt him throb with pleasure in response to your touch.

‘Mi tesoro’ he whined. He put his head in your neck and breathed deep. 

‘My Mig.’ You whispered it earnestly as you let him affectionately nibble on your neck.

‘You came back’ he breathed. He sounded euphoric, almost dreamlike, as if he was waiting to be woken from a wet dream. You squeezed his shaft until he gasped, a little pain to wake him back up. When his eyes opened you kissed his lower lip.

‘I was barely gone a few hours, you silly thing. You got yourself so wound up.’

You bumped foreheads and pressed in close as you continued to stroke him, with his abdomen now arching to gently pump into your closed fist.

‘Mi Tesoro. I can’t- stand it—’

‘No, I know. I can’t either’ you whined back.

His hands moved on their own, sliding up your thighs to your clothed cunt. His claws brushed the wet fabric where your slick had gushed out on the run here.

‘Mi arañita’ he gasped. ‘I… I must mate with you, please.’

‘Please’ you whispered back. ‘Please, yes.’

He leaned in and breathed in deep at your shoulder. You closed your eyes and sighed, expecting to feel his lips once more, but for some reason his touch faltered.

When you opened your eyes, Miguel was rigid with rage. His face was utterly contorted, his eyes now completely red with just two little white pupils. You blanched.

‘M-Mig?’

‘You… smell like him’ he seethed.

You jumped as his claws extended, falling onto your back.

‘Mig, wait, I didn’t— I don’t understand, what do you mean I smell like him?’

He was crawling over your fallen body, forcing your body to the ground. You realized, up close, just how big his fangs were. You’d never, ever seen him like this before.

‘Are you still sealed?’ he hissed. You felt his fingers pushing on your cunt, feeling for it, and involuntarily moaned.

‘Y-Yes, yes.’

Even through the fabric he could feel the thick webbing covering up your entrance. He briefly pushed his head between your thighs, sensing your smell there, before returning to leer over your body. No, you were definitely still sealed. You still smelled of his seed. His good arañita was being truthful.

‘I can smell it. You smell like them. You smell like him’ he repeated. ‘Why?’

You thought back to Miguel grabbing you, his hand holding you against the wall. Shit, you thought, that’s what he can smell. ‘He- Yeah, I-- I was in the HQ, and he grabbed me to ask where I went. I pulled away and left. That’s it. I promise. I promise.’

You watched as Miguel’s brows knotted, his face lined with an anger you’d never seen before. He looked furious. ‘Ese cabrón’ he hissed under his breath. ‘I’ll kill him. I’ll kill him.’

At this point you were whining, physically shifting to ease the ache of the heat. You didn’t want to admit it, but his possessive behaviour was making it so much worse. Your unsatisfied lust was agony. ‘Mig, I— please, fuck, it hurts—I need you—’

‘Take them off.’

‘W-What?’

‘Your clothes. Off. Now’ he ordered. As your insides pulsed you hurried to obey, desperately stripping every piece of clothing aside.

The moment you were naked he mounted you from behind, with one hand on your back and the other pinning your wrists above your head. You felt his hot breath on your nape and mewled pathetically. God, your body was on fire.

‘I need to make sure- mm- that I teach him a lesson’ he purred. His weight was making it hard to breath.

 ‘Mig’ you whined. ‘I—’

In a flash his teeth sank into your neck, and your breath was stolen from you.

‘Mmf- mmf—’

He let out a muffled groan as he bit you. His rapid breath hit your nape as he bit on you like a cat holding a kitten, surrendering your body to a hard mating press from behind.

You could feel his teeth as they moved beneath the skin. It only stung a little, as his venom helped to numb the bite, but what you most certainly felt was the awe-inspiring power of your monster as he clamped you in his jaws.

He kept you held down as he mounted your back. You felt his hardened phallus starting to pump between your legs even while you were still sealed.

‘M-Mig, fuck, let- let me—’

He didn’t even seem to hear you. He was feral right now. You were forced to awkwardly wriggle your hand from his grip and maneuver it beneath your belly to try and pry the seal away.

His cock kept impatiently pushing on your hand, and the copious pre-cum he was leaking kept causing you to slip, but eventually you managed to rip the seal aside. The second it was gone he impaled you.

‘MM—’

You wheezed as he spread you, as he strained your muscles to breaking point. He quickly re-pinned both of your wrists back in place.

Inch by inch he slid inside, stretching and filling until you could feel nothing else. You felt his veins pulsing against your insides as your cunt clenched.

Miguel released you from his bite just to hiss. ‘Mine’ he seethed. He bucked once, hard, to prove his point, and you melted as hot pain seared through your core. You pushed back against him.

‘Fuck- fuck, that’s it Mig, mm- thank you—’

‘Mine.’ He repeated it against your neck.

‘Yours’ you whimpered. You felt his fangs nipping at your neck, threatening to bite you again as he continued his slow probing of your sore cunt. His cunt.

‘Mine.’

‘Y-Yours.’

‘Mine.’

He pumped inside you slowly, in a way designed to stretch. He was moulding you, fitting you to him, driving his genetic mark into every inch of your insides. You screamed for him with each thrust. Every toe-curling slip into those tight walls, each squelch of a retraction that softened the bulge in your belly, it was enough to make you shake.

Those pretty little tears covered your lashes once more.

‘Good.’

His low, gravelly voice turned husky as he started to move in you, as he sensed the way you clenched and whined for him. He wanted you to beg. He wanted you to plead. He wanted you to surrender everything.  

‘Good. Good. That’s it. Good.’

Your toes involuntarily curled as he started to pulse his abdomen back and forth. It was outrageously wet, outrageously sensitive, as each slip made your legs tremble.

‘Mig’ you whined. He grunted above you.

He started to get faster. You could feel the pressure of the mattress against your belly as he forced you into it, mercilessly pounding your body into submission. His fuzz was rough on your naked rear, and his forelegs were digging into your waist as he held you taught.

You could feel his black fur getting wet as your slick squirted out. He didn’t care.

‘Good arañita, just like that. Let me breed you’ he hissed.

God he was so warm inside you. Even when rough the feel was euphoric, slowly fucking away that unbearable ache.

‘Mig’ you whined a second time. He panted on your neck until you started to sweat from the heat.

‘Do you want my babies?’ he purred, bending down to whisper it in your ear. The weight of his body was suffocating as he fucked you into a mewling mess.

‘You want my offspring, arañita? Do you want me to impregnate you?’

‘Y-Yes’ you cried, right as he began to bully your cervix. You could feel every inch of him as he started to hump to completion, and he was fucking away all of your inhibitions.

‘You’ll be mine?’

‘Yes—’

‘You want only me?’

‘Y-Yes—’

‘You want me?’

‘Yes!’

One of his lower spider legs had slipped beneath your belly and was starting to brush your swollen clit, pushing you to cum. He was grunting hard with each thrust.

‘You—mm—Are—mm—My—mm—Mate!’ he groaned, emphasising each word with another thrust. You squirmed and moaned his name in brainless ecstasy.

‘I won’t let- anyone- touch you like that again. If you want me, you are- mine.’

Right on the word ‘mine’, you orgasmed. You could barely breath as he crushed your shaking body beneath him.

‘F-FUCK- MIG—’

He uttered one more word right as his body tipped, unable to hold back anymore.

‘Mine.’

He practically growled when he came, his groan turned savage by his own hormones, and you whined as you felt him fill you again.

He let three or four thick spurts fill your cunt, allowing you to relish in how the warmth and wetness felt weighing inside you, but after the first four he retracted his shaft and dropped it hard onto your ass. He pumped the rest onto your back.

It was hot against your skin and thick enough that it barely slid or dripped, coating your spine in those heavy ropes of white seed.

You whimpered as he put a hand on your neck to keep you still until he was done rubbing himself out against your rear. He pumped himself dry and then collapsed.

‘Ah… that’s it’ he panted. ‘That’s- that’s it. Now you’ll smell like me again.’

As the heat dissipated you both lulled. He bent down to kiss and lick clean the bite marks on your nape. ‘Thank you’ he whispered into your hair, ‘thank you, thank you. Are you okay, arañita?’

‘M-Mhm.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Yes. Ah- fuck, I am- more than okay’ you panted. You turned to give him a shaky, dumb looking smile. He didn’t smile back, but the affection in his wide red eyes as enough. Miguel slowly rose up and began weaving a new sheet in order to clean your back.

The cold, fresh silk was a comfort on your skin as he pressed it against you. He noted the way you squirmed for it. He didn’t say a thing, but he found it incredibly endearing.

‘There. You’re done’ he said, alerting you to the fact that you were clean. He threw the sheet aside and gently scratched at your scalp. ‘Mi arañita. I am- glad, to have you back.’

You nestled your head into his hand, a hand so large it could almost cover your entire skull.

‘I’m glad to be back. I- hated being out there.’

He grunted at that. He seemed pleased. ‘I- in truth, I wasn’t sure you would come back. I was, afraid. I don’t like that I doubted you, but, I feel I ought to say it.’

As he finished his soft confession you reached up, using one hand to hold his claws against your head. You nestled upward until your cheek was in his palm.

‘I was- scared’ you admitted in a whisper. ‘But not of you. I always wanted to come back. And I did.’

You felt Mig’s hand tighten on your cheek. He squished you, once, a sign of his affection, and you relished in it.

However, as he withdrew, you paused.

‘Mig.’

‘Yes?’

‘I… I-I, took, birth control.’

A brief moment of silence followed. You had no idea what Miguel would say. In the dim light you couldn’t tell what the lines in his face were from. Anger? Sadness? Disappointment? Relief, maybe?

You waited in that agonising tension for an answer.

‘Okay.’

Blunt as always, Miguel offered you only that word as confirmation that he’d heard you. With great care he lifted your body bridal style into his arms and shifted you into a dry spot on the mattress, quickly covering you with a blanket. When you looked up at his face it was soft.

‘Mig, I—’

‘Do you still want me?’

Your mouth gaped at the abrupt question. ‘I- Yeah, of course. I- literally just had sex with you again, but, I’ll happily say it out loud too.’

Miguel grunted. He didn’t say anything else, but he seemed pleased.

You watched as he wordlessly crawled onto the bed and settled down beside you, offering his thick fluffy legs as warmth. You nestled against his abdomen just as you had before.

‘Mig? Are you okay?’

‘Do you still want me?’

He repeated the question so softly, barely a whisper on his rough lips. You, again, nodded.

‘Yes. I do.’

‘Then I am content.’

‘Are you, sure?’

Miguel let out a soft grunt of a chuckle as he pulled you in close. He looked happy, yes, but in a deeply melancholic way. ‘I know what I am, arañita. I’m not stupid. The rut made me… desire things I know I’m not fit for, and that’s not your fault. I’m not a good fit to- father, anything. I’m truly just glad you came back, mi tesoro. Really.’

‘Oh—wait, Mig- no, no no! No- Mig that’s not why.’

He glanced down at your stammered response in confusion. ‘What do you mean?’

You sighed and put a hand to his bare stomach. ‘Migs, jesus- it’s nothing to do with what you are. It’s- you know, it’s the fact its incredibly sudden. I’m just not- ready.’

The way his eyes widened was unbearably sweet. Bit by bit his face lost a little of that stoic resignation. ‘So… so, you would let me reproduce with you?’ he murmured. You gave a little shrug.  

‘I mean, your physiology doesn’t scare me, if that’s what you mean. That’s not the problem.’

‘Just… You would need, different circumstances?’

‘Right, at least- I think so. I mean I still think its- enjoyable, like the idea of you breeding me. It’s just- it’s a little, sudden, right now. That’s all. Is that okay with you?’

The way his eyes softened as he pulled you in made you a little giddy. You felt his body bristling as those few simple words caught alight in his chest, gradually starting to burn away a lifetimes weight of self-loathing and loneliness.

‘There will be other heats’ he said gently. ‘Many other heats. Many other chances. Other chances when you are, more comfortable. When you are ready for it. Is that, okay with you?’

You breathed out hard through the nose. Thank god, he was fine with it. ‘Right. Yeah. Yeah, it is. Thanks, Mig.’  

He allowed a small smile to cross his face. ‘Good. Until then, I will just consider this… marking.’

‘Marking?’

You shuddered as his leg suddenly split yours apart, forcing you to look down at your bare form. You saw his webbing on your vulva, your sex still raw and throbbing. He jostled you so that you felt his ejaculate squishing inside you.

‘Marking’ he repeated. ‘Marking you as my mate, for- future purposes.’

You flushed deeply, your face glowing.

‘Is- is that a, spider thing?’

‘Spiders are like humans, actually. They are one of the few species where they can choose. They can choose to keep trying for mates, hoping they don’t get eaten, or- they can choose to defend one mate to their dying breath.’

His legs tightened around you, pulling you in close. He released a contended sigh.

‘I am simply making my choice.’

‘Oh… well, I- guess I’m making my choice too.’

In that sweet isolation, just the two of you at last, you snuggled your head against his belly. His abs were soft and squishy on your cheek.

‘Mm… such a handsome spider.’

Your words were muffled by his skin, but they still managed to coax a smile from him. Mig let out a long breath through the nose, his version of a chuckle, as he tenderly cupped your head. You shifted so you could kiss his palm.

‘Qué chula’ he breathed. ‘Mi hermosa arañita. Thank you.'  link to next part

[yuseirra]

It's kind of.. really cruel of the author to never include Kamiki in any of the colored drawings. They never developed him well enough while having him destroyed, he DID swallow up so many of the remaining chapters due to Aqua basically devoting his life and giving up on everything he built up in the entire story to killing him, but it's not like we actually know so much of this guy either. I've studied him A LOT but from your average reader's perspective he's like someone just little more than some rando, Ai's ex who's a psychopath showing up and the protag just dying with him. The thing is!! That "psychopath" laid out all the reasons why Aqua's life is precious and worth living and suggested he go back to live. This is what gets me so much. So was this the only way?? I'm coming up with my own analogies to make it have a sense- but it's the work that has to make things convincing. The readers should not do this work. The work should provide proper answers.

Ofc he could be horrible(I'm not convinced btw)but wow, even the Himekawas have Taiki visiting their grave in the final chapter with flowers when what they did is horrifying. THE WOMAN MOLESTED A LITTLE KID. STARTING FROM AGE 10-11. I really can't forgive how they just..; How can they be so irresponsible on handling such a subject? They just make a couple statements.. oh by the way I'm GLAD Taiki never had a confrontation with Kamiki. I saw how his characters of his name was written and do you know?? His name comes from how Kamiki's characters are written in kanji and I found that super cruel and creepy of Airi. That woman is a character but she's insane. I never felt Kamiki would have to confront the boy one bit. No, they never have to interact at all. What happened regarding them's still horrifying. I just saw a new drawing of the hoshino family but like, he's always nonexistent. Maybe he doesn't deserve it, but he's completely excluded in that whole family dynamic when it is stated that Ai wanted to raise her kids with him. I feel really bitter because what's the point?? of all this??

I had a chat with my friend who isn't really into the series much, and she had an interesting idea.

she says since the story is SO incomplete, and the author announced they're going to write a new series- she thinks that they may be trying to create a narrative where multiple narratives can somehow converge into a part of a huge universe or something. They'll explain all the weird things through it. Wasn't Kaguya-sama and Onk set in the same world? She says. There may be some beings that are chosen by the gods or hold some specialties in them but it's never really been explained how they've come to be or what conditions they get chosen, maybe they're going to continue writing several stories and explain it through another. "They never showed the dad being really dead, didn't they? We basically know so little about him? He might come back in another story." (I went, "BUT JUST WHAT WOULD HE DO?? AI'S STILL DEAD.." oh but in that case, he might actually look ENTIRELY different because he's an actor huh. and since there's "Misogi", he might be really purified by the saltwater. He might return to being a benevolent god now. Again, what was Aqua's life then but actually;; maybe Kamiki IS still alive. We really didn't see his body or know what the heck actually happened to him.)

I have no idea... but so much is just left unexplained.., so maybe she has a point. This work is simply incomplete. We really don't know what's been happening behind the scenes or why the twins were reincarnated, what were their missions and all, everything's left on a vague note. I do feel like they're going to have Ruby appear as a cameo in the author's next work as a famous idol on TV or something like that. Perhaps this piece may be a "stepping stone" for another story to develop on the same thing. While I was sitting there, listening to her theories of it, I couldn't help but feel really annoyed at the author. Even if they have some bigger picture or whatnot(if they somehow deem this piece a complete piece of work, that's even more concerning because anyone can tell it's extremely hollow and sloppy) this isn't respectful toward their readers who came in looking for a resolution.

I did manage to come up with an explanation for this piece that I'm pretty sure of, but they didn't do the work they were supposed to do. If they want to make some other piece of work and develop that first, then it's better to leave one on hiatus and create pieces that are "complete". Stories are a product, we don't come here to look at single puzzle pieces, we want the whole picture. The time, energy, and passion spent on reading a piece shouldn't feel like a waste. If the piece can't explain what's going on on its own, it's cannot be defined as a standalone. On that regard, onk isn't a standalone because nobody can figure out what's been going on about the ending of the piece by just seeing what the series has to offer, we have to make guesses that aren't properly laid out. It's like you order a pizza and you only got the dough. No matter how great the dough is, you'd STILL want a pizza because that's what you're there for. That's what the authors did for this piece, regarding the plot, and for all the characters of the series, the only character I think somewhat survived is Ai because her story had some sort of a wrap-up. She's the only one that feels complete in a sense, so this series..in the end, heavily relied on this one character who died in the first volume. She was really iconic.

Hopefully I don't have much more to be disappointed about-

oh, about Ruby in the last chapter. They had to let her speak for herself, she doesn't feel alive. Ruby can express the feelings she has. She has a mouth for herself. Why are they letting Akane speak on her behalf when she's not even the one that has a strong bond with her? Even if she is, wasn't Ruby supposed to be some sort of double protagonist? Or an important character at least? Or it could have been the author's intent(I'm strongly sensing that this is what they were going for, they want us to be a bystander the way we watch idols on tv and look up to them without knowing how they are as a human being), in that case, this whole piece leaves such a bad taste. So NOTHING's improved from Ai's case, it even got worse, the only thing that separates Ai's situation and keeps Ruby's career being endangered is that Ruby doesn't have a boyfriend and she doesn't have twins to care for. So what's the message huh?? Don't make any of those or even if you end up doing it, lie!! Is that it?

This piece is so disrespectful then. That's unsettling.

Those pages used in the final chapter should have been entirely devoted to Ruby speaking for herself if they even care for her as someone who has a heart of a person...but I don't think it's the message they want to show, the authors must want to make a point about the nature of idols having to keep up sturdy personas and keep shining at all times, but THAT'S already been discussed FAR better with Ai's case. It's even a step turned backward, so Onk wasn't really about growth.. Ruby's lost HER character. Not every work has to be about growth but having this happen after 17 volumes of story that seemed to suggest otherwise is not just baffling, it's not consistent writing and I wouldn't be this harsh(I'm not even being harsh right here. I'm being so generous with everything I'm typing)if it were to be written out in depth.

Borrowing my friend's commentary on it: This work don't discuss any of the issues they are presenting as insightful as it should, they just toss things out there and acknowledge they exist... but the characters make a few comments about that particular topic, make awkward laughs and then brush it off after having made you thought it's going to be handled. I think... acknowledging things have some meaning to it, at least it lets you realize it exist (for example, I started paying more attention to child abuse after having seen Ai and Kamiki's stories) but if you're going to bring it up, don't you have to handle it well? It's not the worst but I'd say it's SO FAR from what it can be as well. That is, also what I've found pretty annoying about this work. So nothing has been covered as well as it could have been. The plot, the characters, the subject it handles, they're all left hanging there. This piece is incomplete. And if you hand in an incomplete product, it isn't even graded. It gets sent back and is required to be completed and polished again till it is, or your contract is terminated. That's the situation with this piece. I wonder what the anime team would do with the third season but the authors had to hand in a piece they could work with. They shouldn't do this to them. I'm not saying the piece is entirely bad, it's just not a finished product. And that's not fair to all the people who wished for one.

[st4rymoon]

Can you do a Miguel Ohara imagine where you were the multiverse doppelgänger of his wife that died (since he had a daughter we can assume he had a wife). You fell through a rip in your universe, sending Miguel and his team on a mission to return you to your universe. When Miguel sees Y/N, at first he thinks it’s not real (there’s only two versions of his wife, and y/n was the other). When you first meet, y/n could tell that something is wrong with Miguel. He is distant, won’t hold eye contact…etc. Eventually he snaps and confesses and he is emotional and conflicted (cause he just wants to hug and kiss y/n)

OMGGG 😭 this is 💔💔💔

𝐄𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ・Miguel O'Hara x Fem Reader

- MAJOR angst, fluff, sad Miguel :( , no use of y/n, hugging, mentions of Miguel in a diff universe, mentions of Dr. strange, reader give Miguel a kiss on the cheek, crying

Miguel and Jessica rushed through the streets of Nueva York the second they noticed an intrusion. They both hope it isn’t anything too bizarre or catastrophic, they weren’t in the mood for any of it.

Jessica looked at her wrist, watching for any unusual movements. You, on the other hand, were confused and scared. One second you were cooking dinner and the next you were inside a completely different world.

Everything was darker than your world, the style was similar but had obvious contrasts. “I think I found it or rather her” Jessica radioed through the earpiece.

Miguel sighed in relief “a hostile?”

“Definitely not”

You wondered around the streets, unaware of the eyes on you. Miguel let out an audible gasp as he noticed you, his eyes widened in shock and admiration.

“I- Jessica you take care of th- this” he shakily muttered. Jessica was surprised by his response, never in her life had she seen Miguel so pale. “Hey, hey what’s wrong?” Jessica softly spoke.

Miguel started at you, mouth wide open as he took in what he lost not so long ago. He couldn’t believe it. “I- th- that’s my- or was my wife… I didn’t know others existed” his tone was shaky and full of sorrow. He didn’t sound like himself.

His heart was beating out of his chest, he was sweating profusely, his mind went foggy at the sudden shock. “Oh” Jessica couldn’t believe it either, what a coincidence that the thing to split through the universe was you.

“I know this is a lot but she’s scared, I think if I went up to her it would only do worse. I- I think we should both go down and talk to her. Maybe if she sees a familiar face she won’t freak out” Jessica tried her best to convince him.

He was stiff as a board, not moving or talking as his eyes followed your form.

“Ok”

Miguel knew he should’ve said no for his own well being but he couldn’t let this moment slip. He needed to see you up close, he needed a hug, a kiss, or anything you’d give him.

Both Miguel and Jessica swooped down behind you “Excuse me?” Jessica softly spoke. You turned around with precaution, the fear in your eyes disappearing as you saw your husband, Miguel.

“Miguel! Oh my god, what the hell is happening? One second I was cooking for you and Gabriella and then I’m here!” You babbled on as you sighed in relief.

Miguel’s eyes were watering at your voice, he thought he’d never hear it again. He watched as your soft lips moved with every word. Jessica cringed at your words, she knew that would hurt.

“Um miss?” Jessica spoke “Ms. O’Hara” you winked teasingly as you hugged Miguel.

He was silent, he didn’t even know if he was breathing. “As insane as it may seem this isn’t your universe, I think you can tell from the change in scenery” Jessica continued, causing you to pull back from Miguel.

“Oh, that stuff is real? I thought that Dr. Strange Guy was just making it all up” you chuckled “So… you’re my husband? In a different universe?” You asked confusingly while turning back to Miguel.

“No…” Miguel faintly spoke. “I lost gabby, I lost you”

It was silent. You stared at him with confusion “Lost us? As in-“ you were cut off before you could finish “Yes! As in dead! Now let’s just send you back to your universe so I don’t need to relieve this hell” Miguel snapped.

You understood his pain. Even if he wasn’t with you in this universe, you knew he loved you and Gabriella. You couldn’t imagine losing any of them back in your universe.

“You’re just like my Miguel back at home” You smiled as you cupped his cheeks “Such a temper” you chuckled. Miguel leaned into your palm, sighing in relief “I know it must be hard to lose something you loved but just know, I’ll love you in every universe. I bet you were an amazing dad to Gabby and a wonderful husband to me in this universe. Just like you are in mine”

“So whatever happened to us, don’t let it get the best of you. You deserve to be happy Miguel, you deserve everything in this damn world” You smiled “And what if what I want is you and Gabby?” Tears began to fall down his cheeks, he didn’t know how to explain the emotions he was feeling.

He was still amazed that you were just as good at keeping your composure and somehow dealt with things like it was an everyday occurrence. You fell through your universe and landed in a different one, comforting your doppelgänger husband.

Only you would be able to do that.

“Then you will, you’ll start a beautiful family again. Just because you lost us doesn’t mean you can’t fall in love with someone new” you hummed. “That’s what you deserve, all the love in the world”

Miguel felt like he was in a dream, this was so surreal. You felt his tears stream down his face as he finally wrapped his arms around you. You could feel your heartbeat at the sound of his sobs, he was shaking in your arms.

“I know it’s hard but don’t let me and Gabby hold you back ok?” You gently spoke “estas escuchando?” You scolded teasingly.

Miguel let out a soft chuckle “si”

You pressed a soft kiss onto his cheek before you let go “We are both here, me and Gabby aren’t gone. Don’t feel guilty about anything ok?”

Miguel said nothing as he buried himself in your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. His arms wrapped around you tighter as you ran your arm up and down his back.

Jessica cleared her throat “I think it’s time for you to get back to your universe” She patted Miguel on the back, giving him the sign that you couldn’t be in here for too long.

“Take care of him for me” You smiled at Jessica as she opened a portal for you “I sure will.” Miguel stood with sorrow in his eyes as you gave him his last goodbye “Don’t let this ruin your perception of love hun, neither me nor Gabby in any universe would want that for you” You smiled as you let go of his hand.

He nodded in agreement knowing you were right. He couldn’t get you back, but he could try to rebuild what he once had.

He wish he could say I love you as you walked through the portal and back to what he wishes was his.

[seekforwarmth]

hello and welcome to the june fic rec featuring my favourite works i read during the past weeks. as always, please check tags before reading. if you liked the fics please reblog their posts, leave kudos and write a nice comment. happy reading! (and happy pride month!) rec tag | more rec lists

— harry/louis —  

໑ Don’t Embarrass Me, Motherfucker by @allwaswell16 (T, 1.4k, established relationship, time stamp, professor harry, pets) Harry comes home from work to find Louis and their parrot are up to something.

A Darcy the Parrot time stamp

໑ All My Life by wanderlou (NR, 5k, established relationship, marriage proposal, humour) The four times Harry tries to propose and the one time he gets it right (or does he?)

໑ Take My Hand, Dumbass by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup (G, 6k, enemies to lovers, a/b/o college au, roommates, touch depri) There's only alpha dorms at university, and Louis Tomlinson, omega, refuses to pay the exorbitant fees to live off campus. So, four years pretending to be an alpha it is! That'll be easy.

And maybe it would be easy, if not for the depri and the annoying alpha roommate and the fact that Louis is, honestly, a bit too stubborn for his own good.

໑ Little Love by GoldenSunflouervol6 (NR, 8.7k, friends to lovers, a/b/o au, fbi, homelessness) Written for the Omegaverse fic fest for prompt: 205. L & H are FBI/CIA/MI6/whatever agents and best friends. L goes on a mission without H (they’re partners, so they usually go together) and he doesn’t return. 2 yrs later he returns to the agency after escaping from wherever he was (maybe he was kidnapped, experimented on, etc., can be up to the author!). H tries to get L to talk about why he was gone/what he went through, but L isn’t ready. They continue to go on missions, but L is falling apart. Maybe he’s having nightmares, flashbacks, etc. Whoever held L captive ends up finding him again and takes him back. He either escapes again or H finds him. The author can obviously add stuff! This is more like an outline, maybe? Preferably omega L & alpha H, but ultimately up to author. Would love to see the other boys in it too, but that’s up to the author as well! [possessive & jealous h, sassy & tough l] L can be feminized, but preferably not too much.

໑ the past might be painful, but i’m in love with our future by localopa / @voulezloux (T, 10k, established relationship, pride, time stamp) it takes a lot of convincing for louis to let harry take him to his first pride. harry understands his worries and fears. really, he does. he just wants to show his boyfriend that he doesn’t have to be alone anymore.

a don’t be afraid to love (and love again) time stamp.

໑ Louis and the Very Terrible, No Good Sleep by Stria / @nooradeservedbetter (E, 10k, roommates, a/b/o au, insomnia, 5+1 things) Louis had always been used to sleeping in a puppy pile back home. It was something that just happened, with all of his siblings being omegas, they just ended up in a giant nest all together, and Louis loved to cuddle in the warmth, and breathe in the familiar scent of home. He hadn’t thought much about it when, after graduating from the local uni, he got a job offer in Brighton and had to leave the family den.

Or, Louis is insomniac. Follow him in his quest to fall asleep.

໑ You Just Be Yourself by @lululawrence (NR, 13k, strangers to lovers, a/b/o au, kid fic, 5+1 things) “Thanks, Mom.”

Louis’ breath was knocked right out of him at those words, and Grey froze. They then immediately pulled out of Louis’ arms and scurried out of sight before either Harry or Louis could respond.

“Shit,” Harry cursed quietly, looking between Louis and where Grey had disappeared.

“I…” Louis blinked and looked down at the boxes still scattered on the floor. By the time he had gathered them back up, Harry was also gone.

Or five times Harry's daughter claims Louis as her mother, and one time Louis claims them both as his too.

໑ back where we belong by Ashisinlove (NR, 15k, exes to lovers, a/b/o au, college/university au, lack of communication, omega drop, read tags and author’s note) an exes to lover university!au where louis did not know how to express his concern in the relationship and harry did not know his omega was feeling this way.

໑ Ugly love by Hazzaslittle28 (E, 16k, kind of established relationship, governor harry, prostitute louis, accidental pregnancy) And Louis knew one thing as he stares at the dark sky and trees, the town moving away from his vision that he's never going to let his child feel the betrayal and hurt and all the hardships he went through.

He's going to give his baby enough love to fill the absence of her father. The ring in his fingers burn, there was rage inside Louis but most of all resided a boy who was still in denial that one day, one day his love would return back to him. Hold him and they'll stay happy as ever.

Or

The 1860s Au where Louis is a prostitute and Harry's a governor, they both are in love until they aren't.

໑ frightened by the bite, no harsher than the bark by localopa / @voulezloux (T, 21.6k, strangers to lovers, a/b/o au, rockstar louis, bodyguard harry, touch deprivation) louis loves going to the barricade during his shows. if it’s because he’s got a bit (lot) of touch deprivation and is using it as an excuse to have his big alpha bodyguard, harry, touch him, well, that’s a secret he doesn’t need to tell.

໑ Scarred by @allwaswell16 (E, 23k, enemies to lovers, soulmates, a/b/o au, sick fic, touch deprivation, soul bond, scars, read tags) As a male omega, Louis has learned to live with disappointment and rejection, but he dreams of the day he finds his soulmate. When Harry inadvertently rejects him as his soulmate, Harry has no idea he's doomed Louis to a slow, painful death.

Pride doesn't keep Louis from telling Harry the truth. But love does.

— rare pairs —

໑ It's You by @allwaswell16 (louis/louis, T, 2.7k, a/b/o university au, clones, 5+1 things) Five times alpha Louis talks to omega Lou and one time he admits he wants more from his omega clone

໑ The Tiniest Moves by @allwaswell16 (louis/nick grimshaw, T, 1.5k, getting together, famous/non famous au) Coffee shop owner Nick Grimshaw may or may not have come to work on his day off in the hopes that fresh-off-his-world-tour Louis Tomlinson might stop by.

[writing-girlie]

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚂 𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙴𝙳 ☆ 𝙹𝚘𝚍 𝙽𝚊 𝙽𝚊𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸)

Story Summary: You and Jod are paired for a mission where you only have one chance. Forced to rely on each other an unexpected bond forms and you both start to see past the walls that were built. As the mission intensifies and you become each other's source of trust and comfort, you're left to wonder if this is a brief spark amongst chaos or something worth holding on to. WC: 1,640 Notes: I don't feel like this is great but I need it to move the story along.

After laying low for a few days, your boss, Jarek, finally summons you. The door to his office hissed open, and you went in, ready for whatever task he had for you. What you weren't prepared for was seeing Jod lounging in one of the chairs across from your bosses desk, his boots propped on the edge. Your steps falter as you make eye contact with him, that signature smirk on his face. 

“Sorry, Am I interrupting?”

“No, you’re not. Please” Jarek gestures towards the other seat. Reluctantly, you did as he asked. “This is Jod, you two are going to be working together”

“With all due respect, Sir. I work better alone”

“Not this time” Jarek shakes his head.

Jod smirks, tilting his head to look at you. “I knew I’d see you soon, the universe wants us together. Maybe it’s trying to tell you something.”

“Yeah, that I’m cursed” You glare at him before rolling your eyes. “Please Jarek, I can handle it. Whatever it is just let me-”

“Enough! This is coming from above me. Either you take this job or don’t bother coming back.” He says firmly. Jod let out an Ooo noise then a soft chuckle almost daring you to refuse the job. You sit up straight in your chair and let out a long exhale. You raise your hands in surrender.

“Good. I knew I could count on you” Jarek’s attention goes back to the datapad in his hand, typing before sliding it across the table for you two to see. Both of you lean forward, your fingers hover over the map of a remote moon, located deep in the outer rim. The landscape has jagged mountains and craters scattered across its surface. The location is marked in red: Eclipse Station, an old research outpost that’s long been abandoned. Jarek clears his throat, drawing your attention back to him. 

“The Eclipse station was once a key site for experimental research on weapons technology. About an hour ago, a transmission came through from within the station. We believe someone or something is inside. We had a ship do a fly-by and some scans. A few of the experimental weapons seem active, we can’t risk those falling into the wrong hands.”

"Sounds like a trap." You point out with a frown and Jarek nods, agreeing. 

"It likely is but we can’t ignore it. The higher-ups want it cleared, and in case it isn’t a trap I’m sending my best two. You’ll infiltrate the station, locate the source of the transmission, and neutralize any remaining weapons tech. If you encounter anyone inside, your orders are clear: no survivors.” The weight of his words settles on you, and for a moment, the air in the room feels thicker. 

“And just how many others received this transmission?” you question

“We don’t know, that’s why I need you to leave now. Prepare yourselves. Everything you need is on the ship. Get in, get out, and get back.” When your boss dismissed you both, you stood up immediately, eager to put some distance between yourself and Jod but he was already beside you, matching your pace as you both exited the office.

“This is going to be fun,” he said cheerfully, hands tucked into the pockets of his worn leather jacket. You stopped abruptly, turning to face him with a sharp glare. 

“Listen, Jod. I’m not here to play your little game. Stay out of my way, do your part, and maybe we’ll get through this without any problems.”

“Yes Ma’am” You both walk around to the ship, and he's now a few steps ahead guaranteeing himself the pilot's seat. Although it annoys you, you decide to let it go knowing there is no point starting this mission with an argument. Instead, you stay toward the back reading more about the facility and planet. After traveling for a while Jod’s voice crackles over the ship's intercom, breaking your concentration.

“It’s gonna be a little rough on entry, but don’t worry—I’m an excellent pilot.”

“Of course you are.” You mutter to yourself. The ship shudders as it cuts through the atmosphere. Alarms briefly blare, and you grip the armrests. Finally, with a decent thud, the ship touches down on the surface of the moon. Jod unbuckles his harness and spins around in his chair with an infuriatingly smug grin. 

“See? Smooth as silk.”

“If that was smooth, I’d hate to see what you call rough.” You unbuckle your own harness with a sharp click and stand. He chuckles as he rises, grabbing his gear bag from the overhead compartment. 

“Hey, we made it in one piece, didn’t we? That’s what counts.” You shake your head in slight frustration and turn away, focusing on your own pack.

“Just stay focused.” The door opens and with a soft bang touches the ground. The terrain crunches under your feet as you begin to make the trek to the facility. You begin to scan the facility as you approach it. “Looks like there is a life form inside, maybe two, and definitely some energy, probably from whatever weapons are in there.” You then start to scan surrounding areas but it doesn’t seem that anyone else is here yet. You tell Jod to follow your lead and go to the most convenient entry that you found from the brief research.

It doesn't take long to get in but once inside it’s like a maze even with the map on the datapad. You do your best to navigate the different paths when you come across a door that is jammed shut. Jod starts working on trying to open the door when you hear noise, footsteps and something clattering to the ground. You turn to the direction of the noise, Jod jerks his head back telling you to check it out. 

“No Survivors” He reminds you. You nod before pulling your blaster out and head towards it. When you turn down the hallway the other people scream. Your blaster surveys back and forth, the light shining onto their faces.

“It’s just… kids.” You call out to Jod, looking back at him shrugging. “What are you guys doing in a place like this?”

“We don’t know. It’s like our droids system was somehow overrun. He brought us here, said he had to find something.” One of the girls said. The heavy footsteps of the droid approach, stopping behind the kids. “He kept going on about how it was captain's orders”

“Okay, so where’s your captain?”

“I’m captain!” The same girl spoke. “But I didn’t ask for this.” She gestures widely. “He’s meant to take us home but he doesn’t know where it is” You can hear Jod mutter something about how it must be a useless droid.

“None of you own this droid?” They all shake their heads. “What’s it’s code?” When they tell you, you step forward. “SM-33, run memory override. Who’s orders are you following?, what was your captain's name?”

“Tak Rennod” Jod quickly gets distracted coming to stand by you. He repeats what the droid said, wanting the droid to confirm again. You look at Jod, having a wordless conversation. You ask the kids how they ended up in possession of the droid and they speak over each other explaining everything, from the ship being buried and it sending them into space to them getting lost, people thinking their home planet isn’t real and so on.

“And what planet would that be?” Jod asks.

“At Attin” They speak almost in unison.

“Give us a minute” Jod says, grabbing your arm and pulling you to the other side of the room. “This is big” He whispers at you, his eyes wide. “At Attin has been hidden for ages, some say it’s a myth and it’s said to be what Rennod was looking for before he disappeared and now they can lead us there” you scoff at him.

“They seem pretty lost. Not even the droid knows. How do you expect to find it?”

“I have contacts.” He says, sounding a little unsure, almost like they might not be the most trustworthy sources. “Come on, I know you’ve heard the stories; The treasure, overflowing riches.” You look at Jod with a neutral expression.

“Jarek told us, in, out, and back with no survivors. I don’t think that us going on a mission to who-knows-where is what he wants.” You try to talk some sense into him. “Let’s just do this, keep working on the door” You could tell he wanted to argue back but he resisted. You turn your attention back to the kids. “Look we’ve gotta deal with this but once it’s done I can look at your droid, see if it’s just something wrong in it’s programing then send you on your way.”

“I’ve got it” Jod calls to you, the door lets out a whirring sound and slowly opens as you step inside multiple blaster shots are fired. You dive behind a nearby console, narrowly avoiding a shot that scorches the metal floor. Jod is already moving, returning fire with rapid precision.

"Take cover!" you shout to the kids as you peek out, firing back. You hit one of the attackers, but there are still two left. Jod ducks behind a pillar, then pops out to take another shot, dropping one of them.

You reload and move forward, catching the last assailant off guard. A quick shot to the chest and they're down. Silence fills the room as the smell of burnt metal lingers in the air.

“Clear,” Jod says. You get closer to him

“You see what distractions do? We’re lucky these idiots were… exactly that” The kids all get up, saying how they’re gonna stay with you until you were all back outside. You roll your eyes but continue on your way to check out the weapons.

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

!“i never thought id see you again” kiss w/ gojo!

prompt// wiping the tears of your cheek with their thumb, and leaning in because of it. brushing lips and a soft feeling, familar and numb, lips fitting together like pieces of a puzzle (prompt from @jasminesfury)

pairing// satoru gojo x gn!reader

word count// 0.8

contents// idk just fluff, maybe ooc gojo, maybe kinda cringe, doesn't follow the manga

notes// IN HONOR OF TODAYS JJK CHAPTER... DADDY'S HOME LMFAOOOOO 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

When you first met Gojo as students at Jujutsu High, you thought he was a cocky piece of shit, and the universe found that funny considering how, without a doubt, on every mission, you two got paired together and you hated it, despised it even. It wasn’t until a bit down the line when Geto ended up going bezerk that you and Gojo started bonding, and soon you didn’t mind going on missions with him constantly; you were actually starting to not mind his existence as a whole. You grew to like him—a lot more than you should have—but Gojo was falling for you as well, and once he confessed? Well, the rest is history. You and Gojo were the it couple of the jujutsu world, which is, within itself, crazy to think about, and the two of you never left each other's side. Where Gojo went, you followed; where you went, he followed, except for this mission, apparently.

You and Gojo were now teachers at Jujutsu High, but even so, any mission either of you had, you went together. This time, though, Yaga only sent Gojo, to which you obviously protested against, but Yaga needed you here to protect the students in case anything happened. You understood this, but you hadn't been away from Gojo for longer than a day, if that, in years. He was your right hand. And now he’s off on a mission to who knows where since no one will tell you anything about it; you don’t even know how long he’ll be gone, and it’s eating you from the inside out. You’ve lost track of how long he’s been gone at this point; to you, it feels like an eternity when in reality it’s barely about to be a week. And it’s not that you have no faith in Gojo; you know if anyone could handle their own, it would be him, but he’s the love of your life, and worrying to death about him is what you signed up for when you started dating him. It also doesn’t help that Gojo has a lot of enemies.

You’re sitting at your desk in your classroom, doodling your name with Gojo's like a middle schooler with a crush, when Yuji rushes into your classroom breathlessly, and your heart stops.

You instantly stood up. “Yuji, are you okay?”

“Gojo- he’s-“ in between heaving breaths, he tries to speak.

Tears are already welling up in your eyes at just the mere mention of his name, because if he was okay, why would Yuji seem this distressed?

“Where?” Your voice trembles as you croak out.

“Infirmary,” he manages to say in between deep breaths.

Typically, you would help Yuji and probably take him with you considering it looks like he’s about to have an asthma attack, but any rationality left your mind the moment he mentioned Gojo. Right now, your main priority is to get to him, whether that means seeing him alive and well or in a body bag. You storm into the infirmary like you were never taught manners, but again, you don’t care; the only thing on your mind is getting to Gojo, which you do despite his (and Shoko’s) wide-eyed stare. Gojo quickly stands up from his seat and starts approaching you; you do the same, both of you approaching each other as if in a sort of trance.

You can't stop the tears from streaming down your face as you exclaim, “Gojo!” and rush into his arms.

He chuckles at your suddenness but immediately wraps his arms around you. “Miss me?” He coos in your ear.

You pull away slightly to look at him in disbelief. “Of course I missed you, idiot!” you snap through your tears.

When he notices your tears, he immediately brings his hands up and cups your faces, his thumbs wiping away stray tears. “Oh baby, why are you crying?”

You sniffle and take a deep breath, but find yourself sobbing even more, “I never thought I'd see you again.”

Gojo’s thumbs are still wiping your tears away as he leans in, his forehead briefly resting on yours before his lips brush against yours, and your eyes flutter close at the sensation. Gojo isn’t good with words; he’s never been, but he’s great with actions, which is why he knows this will comfort you more than anything he could say right now. His lips suddenly envelop yours; the familiar pace of his kisses and the way your lips fit together like puzzle pieces make your head spin and your legs turn to jelly. Gojo feels you wobble and immediately slips his hands from your cheeks to your waist to keep you upright, and goosebumps cover your entire body at the feeling of his hands, as if they were designed to rest there, as if you and him were two parts of a whole. With a slight smirk, Gojo pulls away.

“Don't worry. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

© LITTLEXBIMBO