#NOT TO MI DAUGHTER YOU ASSHOLE

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In a desperate attempt to cope with the trauma of the last chapter, my mind is stuck on that moment when Vander/Warwick, with his menacing beast-like gaze, says DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER, and Jinx feels, for the first time in YEARS, her dad—the big, huge, and strong one, the one who fiercely protects her—just like when she wasn’t Jinx but Powder, when she was just a little girl hiding behind his legs because she knew that as long as he was there, nothing would happen to her. And then Vi shows up, accompanied by Isha, and Vi touches Isha's helmet with extreme tenderness because Isha is the child her sister has adopted, and that makes her her niece, and now they’re a family again, all together, and they’re happy and have a bit of peace for the first time since everything went to hell years ago. And I refuse to process everything that happens after because that image is too precious and comforting, and because they could have had it all, but the narrative is a mess, and Jesus!Viktor never thought his bitter ex would come back to take revenge and set his own terms in the divorce—I want to cry.

[asonofpeter]

Night Shift

Pairing: Jaime Reyes x F!Reader

Summary: Jaime doesn't like that you work a night shift at a bar, so setting out to get a job at Kord Industries, you're shocked when he comes home with something else....

Warnings: mentions of men being pervs, lots of screaming and a little bit of violence, SPOILERS FOR BLUE BEETLE!

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: My first full fic in a while? Yes, it is indeed and with my new love, Jaime Reyes. If you haven't seen Blue Beetle, pause and go buy a ticket cause this movie is good! So proud of mi Xolito! Anyway, I'm proud of this, so enjoy! 💕💕💕

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“You don’t have to do this, y’know? I’ll get the job tomorrow and work hard to support the family and us,” Jaime stood up from your bed, grabbing hold of your hands to stop you from getting ready for work. 

“Jaime, I know you want to do everything you can to stop us from losing the house, but we need the money, wherever we can get it from,” you inhaled. 

You moved in with the Reyes three years ago after your parents kicked you out. The details are unimportant and messy but you were happy you ended up in a loving household after all. The only problem now, you’re on the brink of becoming homeless.

“But a job where drunk assholes violate you?” he scoffed and you rolled your eyes, knowing most customers haven’t gotten handsy since you started. “It’s not right,” he shook his head, squeezing your hands. “I don’t want you to have to go through that,” he rested his forehead against yours. 

You knew he meant well. It sucked having to work at a bar where wearing low-cut tops and push-up bras made for extra tips. Especially when you worked during the night. But then again, even when businesses are going bankrupt, bars are seemingly filling in at an all-time high. You had to take advantage of the dire situation even if Jaime didn’t like it.

“I can handle my own,” you smirked. “Nana taught me a thing or two,” you winked. 

“I bet she did,” he chuckled. 

“And besides,” you removed your hands from his grip, smoothing them up his arms until they rested on his biceps. “I have my big strong boyfriend to protect me,” you looked at him finding the blush forming on his face adorable.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in as he leaned forward to kiss you. His lips moved against yours slowly, one of your hands moving up to tug on the hair of the nape of his neck. 

Living in a small house with five other people gave you no privacy whatsoever, so moments like these were cherished. All those stolen glances, hidden kisses, late-night talks—it all meant something. 

“I gotta go, okay? I’ll see you in the morning,” you pulled away. 

“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you walk to work alone at eleven at night,” he grabbed your arm lightly, pulling you back into his embrace. “I’ll be there to pick you up at seven too,” he said and you sighed out contently.

“It means a lot, but don’t you have your job interview tomorrow?” you rested your head against his chest as you both walked out of your and Milagro’s room.

“I’ll sleep, wake up, pick you up, then come back and get ready,” he shrugged and you agreed with his well-thought-out plan. 

“Ya te vas, mija?” Rocio asked once you both entered the kitchen and you nodded. “Cuidate, y come tu comida, no quiero que te desmayes,” she handed you a paper sack and you smiled, thanking her. 

It was things like that which made you grateful for Jaime’s family—your family. The constant protection and worry they hold over you like one would for a daughter or sister. Making sure you had a lunch packed so you can eat and not faint during your shift. It warmed your heart and made you grateful every day. 

“Make sure she gets there safe, okay, Jaime?” Alberto pointed to his son and your boyfriend nodded, reassuring the two. 

Walking out of the house, you found your hands intertwined as you made your way down the block. You glanced at Jaime to find him smiling at you before he looked ahead. You grinned at the fact you caught him before you too continued your focus forward.

Palerma City was alive at night, even in the small barrio you lived in. The streets were dark, flickering lamp posts illuminating the people who were still up trying to make a living by whatever means. You looked far past, the bright neon skyline of the city, all the rows of high rises where all the rich white folk were fast asleep tucked away in silk sheets. 

You would get there one day. 

“What did my mom pack for your lunch?” he asked, pulling you out of your thought.

“A torta de jamon, an apple and orange, some Fritos, and oh, a gansito,” you gasped in excitement before you stuffed the bag in your backpack. “I know exactly what I’m eating first,” you giggled. 

“My mom literally said we ran out of gansitos,” he said in shock. “She loves you more than me,” he feigned hurt and you wrapped your arm around him, cooing as you kissed his cheek.

“What can I say? I’m lovable,” you hummed.

The two of you turned the corner and you found yourself at “Margaritaville”, the newest establishment where you got paid minimum wage and received great tips from businessmen who got off on a pretty bartender flirting with them before they made their way home to their wives. Or from people who recently got laid off from their jobs and needed someone to talk to.

Either way, you’d put on your best smile, bat your lashes and make sure your top was low enough if that meant being able to pay part of the rent.

“Be safe, okay?” Jaime pulled you in for a hug. “I’ll be awake at 6:30,” he promised. 

“I will,” you mumbled into his neck before pulling away. “See you soon,” you smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. 

He cupped your cheek before you pulled away, your fingers pulling along his, straining to stay in touch as you kept moving toward the door until they unlinked, his arm stayed hovered in the air for a split moment while yours dropped to the side. He watched as you turned back and waved until you entered through the back door, making sure to stay for a minute before he turned back around. 

The lingering touch of you remained on his fingers until he arrived home and made his way to bed. It wasn’t fair you had to become a main stream of income for the house. It shouldn’t be you pulling in the long hours, it should be him.

He needed to get that interview at Kord Industries tomorrow.

~

You undid your apron, shoving it back into your backpack. You let out a sigh as you did a once over to the barely empty bar. The next shift already arrived and was taking care of the customers. Letting out a yawn, you placed your tips in your pocket, opening the back door only to be greeted by Jaime who was waiting at the curb.

“Buenos dias, mi amor,” he smiled and you felt your cheeks blush at the pet name he liked to change out every once in a while. “Made you breakfast,” he handed you something rolled in some paper towels before you unveiled two bean burritos. “How was work?” he kissed your cheek while he took your bag from you.

“Made $150 in tips,” you stated, biting into your food. “Getting paid tomorrow, so it went well,” you nodded. “Customers were more to themselves tonight, except for this one guy who was crying about his wife leaving him. I think he left looking for a prostitute to be honest,” you chuckled. 

“Poor dude,” he hummed. “But the money is good,” he said, wrapping his arm around you. 

The rest of the short walk was made in silence and it was calming to just have Jaime by your side. The eight-hour shift takes it out on you and you couldn’t wait to go to sleep. 

“Hola,” you greeted as you walked through the door. 

“Como te fue?” Nana asked and you responded to her before a yawn came out.

“Disculpe,” you pressed a hand to your chest. “I’m gonna go shower,” you said, the family understanding as you made your way to your room. 

After a quick shower and changing into casual wear, you felt refreshed as you walked back into the family room. The whole family was gathered as Jaime stood in the middle, hair geled back and his fancy clothes put on.

“Wow, que chulo,” you complimented with a bright smile plastered on your face as you stood behind the couch. 

“You see, cabezon? You look fine,” Uncle Rudy told his nephew and Jaime nodded in defeat, clearly flustered. “Y/N wouldn’t lie, she loves you too much for that!” he cackled and you joined in, making Jaime blush even more.

“Let’s go and get this over with, I still don’t trust that Jenny girl,” Milagro muttered under her breath and you sent a glance at Jaime. 

You were aware of what happened when Milagro and Jaime lost their job with Victoria Kord. Millie was correct to have a distaste for the older lady, but after her niece offered an olive branch, giving Jaime an opportunity–you weren’t sure if she was in the right to have that distrust. But then again, you weren’t there.

“Descansas, okay?” Nana kissed you on the cheek and gave you the blessing before she walked out and you nodded. 

The rest of the family walked out, leaving you and Jaime left. 

“Good luck, okay?” you grabbed his face and gave him a chaste good luck kiss. “I know you’re gonna woo them over,” you sent him a sure smile. 

“How are you so sure about that?” he held your wrists, running his thumbs over your delicate skin. 

“Cause, you’re Jaime Reyes”.

~

“You don’t know what’s inside?” you heard Millie ask. 

You were awakened by muffled conversations, your brows furrowing as you checked the time. They couldn’t have come back that soon and if something serious happened, they would’ve woken you up. 

About to drift back to sleep, you eyes shot open by shouting. The voices of Jaime, Millie, and Rudy combine together. Bolting out of bed fast, you opened the door and ran into the dining room, finding Millie and Rudy to be playing hot potato with a blue bug, Jaime trying to get them to stop.

“Mira, look what you did! You woke her up,” Rocio gestured to you and the room suddenly got quiet. 

“Ay, Y/N, I’m sorry,” Jaime winced, trying to grab the thing from Millie but she held it out of his reach. 

“Look what Jaime brought back. That Jenny girl is a total floozy, like what is this that she gave him?” she cocked a brow, holding it clearly so you could see.

“A bug?” you rubbed your eyes. “Why would she give you a bug?” you asked, walking closer. 

“She told me to guard it with my life, I wasn’t even supposed to open it,” your boyfriend explained and his words made you uneasy. 

“I think you should put it back, you don’t know what it can be,” you turned to Millie. 

“She’s right,” Jaime held out his hand and Milagro reluctantly agreed, placing it in his palm.

You watched as he was about to place it back in the box until it lit up, his face inching closer to inspect it. You stared back in amazement, the bug coming to life.

“I think it likes me,” he grinned, glancing up at you with a twinkle in your eyes that made your heart skip a beat. But that smile was instantly wiped away the moment the bug launched itself onto his face.

“JAIME!” you screeched, the family shooting up from their seats as they tried to aid him.

“It’s on your face!” Uncle Rudy screamed before he grabbed onto the bug, attempting to rip it off but it shot out a bolt of electricity, sending him across the room and Jaime against the wall. 

Your body began to shake and you wanted to run over to help Jaime but he got up, the bug detaching from his face until it crawled over his shoulder and under his shirt like a spider you wanted off immediately. 

“Jaime!” you shouted, his body thrashing around the room like he was fighting with the bug. “Baby, please,” you cried, hands over your mouth as you tried to begin to process what was going on but you couldn’t.

“Oh god,” Jaime stilled, hunched over as he looked at you. “I think it’s inside of me,” his gaze filled with panic and you felt your skin crawl. “It’s inside of me!” he screamed, hand reaching out for yours before he doubled over in pain, the bug poking out underneath his clothes before arms pierced through, sending him up against the ceiling.

Another wave of screams sounded, the love of your life’s agony cries being the worst thing you ever heard. The tears were falling down your cheeks. You wanted to help him but couldn’t. You wanted to know what was going on but didn’t. You were completely helpless in this situation.

Black goo grew over his body, his clothes burning to crisps and you were afraid of what it was going to do once it got all of him. Were you about to lose your Jaime? How did you get to this point when it was just a job interview? 

“Y/N!” his call for you made your heart stop and you tried telling him you were here but his cries drowned it out. 

Suddenly, he was completely transformed, a suit of armor in black and blue engulfed him. The cries and the screams quieted down as you all stared at him. A split second ago, you thought he was going to die, but now he was fine? It didn’t make sense. 

“Mijo?” Rocio called out as Jaime walked over to the photo of La Virgen, his illuminating yellow eyes staring back into the reflection.

“What was that?” he looked back in shock, hands over his mouth. “Did you hear that?” his voice was panicked, his expression hidden with the eyes providing just the tiniest amount of concern. 

“Jaime, what’s going on?” you took a step forward. 

“That voice, you don’t hear a voice?” he walked forward, standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by all of you. The suit seemed to have turned on, blue light glowing between grooves and you all watched in awe. “Systems check?” he mumbled, looking around the room. 

“Jaime?” you asked, noticing the arms powering up.

“It’s okay, everything is going to be okay!” he shouted just as he was flown through the ceiling before he became a dot in the sky. 

Nothing was okay.

~

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BINGOO! Can you please write a Miguel O’Hara sugar daddy story with prompt 15? I’m not creative enough to write a description for this but could you add a mention of the age gap? Miguel is Like 30 or something. Reader is young and wants money ofc. They met online and are meeting up irl. Thank youu

—𓆩[mi menté, cuerpo, corazón, y alma]𓆪—

I am so sorry anón honey, I got completely carried away!! I hope you enjoy it though!

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Modern AU! CEO! Sugar Daddy! Soft! Miguel O'Hara x Sugar Baby! Fem! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, angst

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.1K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You loved being a sugar baby. Truly, you did. The only con was the fact that you had to get with someone who was literally a hair away from dying, so when Miguel found you, it was truly a saving grace. After a while, he made you cut off all of your other sugar daddies, easily matching what they give you and more. Things have gotten weird lately, though… and you’re not sure how to take it, even when he says everything is ‘strictly pleasure’.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing and foul language || obsessive behavior || sugar daddy & sugar baby relationship || possessive! Miguel || his wife and daughter do not exist anymore 🤍 like at all || Latina coded reader || featuring Jessica Drew as another CEO because we love her (spider-verse variant) || sugar daddy & sugar baby relationship turned real relationship || i speak rancho spanish so i write rancho spanish, it ain’t google translate so it might not make sense- || miguel is lowkey an asshole so he is an asshole now || fighting || you make him fix himself || i’m ngl, i don’t know what the hell i did but i had fun and there’s smut so enjoy || this is so much more kinky than it initially was going to be- || kinda OOC Miguel || sub turned dom! reader || sub! Miguel || sounding || cbt || slight oral || praise & degradation || riding || non-protected sex || cumming inside || ending is supposed to be humorous I’m not weird ||

Finding a sugar daddy that wasn’t quadruple your age was hard. Very, very hard. What was wrong with men? Couldn’t they just become billionaires at twenty-five?

Bastards.

Oh, but then Miguel O’Hara came along. A man in his early thirties that absolutely towered over you at 6’9”, built like a fucking god with looks to match and wealth to pair.

In the beginning, though, you had your doubts, so many doubts. You didn’t know what made him drawn to you in the first place, mainly because you had over five sugar daddies and he easily matched the prices immediately and made you get rid of them. He easily matched all your prices, doing even more before purchasing a test to make sure you were ‘healthy’.

After that, everything else happened extremely quickly - him buying you a car, jewelry and clothes, but the most recent was having you move in with him in his extremely large mansion. The first thing you noticed was that he had nothing in his home that gave it personality. No pictures, just crazy expensive art and photographs of things that were also crazy expensive.

He didn’t even have plants. Or a dog. Or a cat, something to give him some sort of personality besides that stupidly hot face. And stupidly hot money, but that’s why he was at work while you were at a shelter, promising yourself that you’d take some sort of pet home. You had settled on a kitten, a tuxedo kitten with a little bow tie and a mustache, along with small little mittens on his paws.

He immediately curled in your lap, a giggle falling from your lips as you stroked the back of his head. “I’ll take this one… I’m gonna name him Hart.”

And with that, you took him home. You bought him his own bed and all of the toys he could ever want or need, and you sat in the closet you had made his room as you wagged the cat toy in front of him, Jessica on the phone.

“Y/N, I really think you’re going to kill him bringing that cat into his house!” She laughed, snacking on her latest craving.

“Oh, he won’t! You’re being overdramatic, he’s gonna love Hart,” you wiggle the stick some more, the kitten swatting at it as you heard Miguel’s loud voice yell out for you. “Oh! He’s here, I’ll call you later Jess! Love you!”

“Don’t get killed!”

You giggled as you hung up and quickly stood, running out and fixing your skirt. “Miguel!”

He was tired today, you could tell. His body was more tense than you had ever seen, the buttons at the top of his shirt undone and his tie loose with his blazer open. You paused, his clenched fists making you swallow slightly. You had your share of violent lovers, and you sure as hell weren’t going to have another.

“Hola, mi reina,” he whispered, voice hoarse as he set down his briefcase and his fists unclenched. He softly set his hand on your hip, kissing softly against your temple as he sighed. “I’m sorry, it’s been a tough day.”

You inhaled as he softly pressed kisses down your temple around your eye, along the apple of your cheek. “Wh-What happened?”

He shook his head, his hands going from your hips to the pretty skin of your thighs that was exposed by the skirt. “Stupid idiots who don’t know how to fucking do their job.”

You hummed softly as you stroked the back of his head, twirling the locks of his hair with your fingers as you kissed his sharp jaw. You were already on your tiptoes, his hands supporting you as he ducked down. “I’m so sorry, Miguel,” you whispered as he let out a soft hum. “I uhm… I got something.”

“Ah si?” he responded, his hands slipping under your skirt to tease your pretty cunt. “Es esto, mi reina?”

“No,” you giggled, shaking your head. “Lemme show you.”

He smiled as you dragged him along, pulling him toward the closet you turned into the kitten’s room before turning around. “You can’t get mad.”

He started to cross his arms, raising a brow. “Why would I get mad?”

“You won’t be mad because you can’t. That’s my whole point,” you say, nodding firmly. “Okay?”

“You can’t say I can’t get mad and expect me not to get mad.”

“Oh, shut up!” You laughed, shaking your head as he hummed softly and leaned down. “Just… trust me.”

He hummed again as you opened the door, the loud mews of the kitten making his eyes widen. You felt your smile disappear as you inhaled, shaking your head as you turned around. “This is Hart! He’s a little spy,” you giggled, kissing the kitten’s small head. “H-He was named after-”

“I know who he’s named after, Y/N,” Miguel growled, glaring at the kitten in your hand. “Why is it in my house?”

“Our house,” you correct him, a scoff falling from his lips. “What?”

“My house,” he basically growled, stepping forward as you started to step back. “Just because I fuck you like a ragdoll and cum inside of you like a cumdump doesn’t mean that this is your house.”

You inhaled as you held the kitten closer to your chest, scoffing. “You’re a fucking bastard, Miguel O’Hara. This is strictly business as always, isn’t it? You fucking asshole.”

He scoffed as you went around him, shaking his head. “This is mine, Y/N! All of it!”

“It might be yours, Miguel, but you don’t want it! You keep this giant house full of nothing that you love, nothing that you care for! You don’t even have a damn plant here!” You yelled at him, inhaling as you sent him a glare. “You’re a self absorbed bastard, Miguel.”

“I have you here,” Miguel spoke, something that completely betrayed his previous words. “You’re… all I could ever need.”

“You don’t need me though. The only thing that you fucking need is a damn whore,” you shake your head, keeping Hart close to your chest. “I will get myself a lawyer to get myself out of this contract, and we’ll never have to see each other again.”

“Y/N, wait-”

“No! Fuck you!” You were already rushing to your room - which was sadly one you shared with Miguel - locking it before he could come in after you.

“Y/N, amor… mi amor, I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not!” You yelled, sighing. How could you ever think this would go any other way? “Just… go away!”

To be honest, you weren’t sure what made you think you could love him. Actually love him and have it reciprocated, but you didn’t want to leave. You had worked so hard in this relationship with Miguel, gaining his trust and what you thought was his love, for fucks sake you couldn’t lose it now. What he said just… got to you.

It wasn’t until you heard a soft knock that you unlocked the door, Miguel slowly stepping into the room. “What do you want?”

“I just… look at this,” he gave you the binder, swallowing. “If you uhm… look at it, it annuls our last contract… if you sign it, mi amor-”

“What, are you gonna try and bribe me?” I ask, softly scratching Hart’s ear before he gives you the binder.

“Perdóname, amor,” he whispers, slowly falling to his knees in front of you. You certainly weren’t expecting this. “Read it.”

“Summarize it for me.”

“It says that you own me,” he says, tilting his head. “Everything I own, you own. Everything I am is yours,” he takes your hand, softly kissing against your wrist. “I’m sorry… that it took me so long to see how important you are to me. Soy tuyo, mi mente, cuerpo, y alma.”

You swallow as you stare at the dotted line, looking down at him as he kisses your skin. “Tu cuerpo? Es mío?”

He groaned as your hand shapes his jaw, softly tugging on his hair as Hart jumped down, sauntering out of the room as though he knew what was about to happen. “Todo es tuyo, mi amor,” he whispers, groaning as you pull his hair so he’d stare up at you. “Todo lo que quieras, es tuyo. Nomás me digas y es tuyo. Todo, todo es tuyo.”

You hummed, sighing as you moved your hips to come off the bed slightly. “Show me. Show me that you belong to me and I’ll sign it.”

He hummed, sending you a smile as he started to kiss against your wrist. “Of course, mi reina.”

You smile slightly as he starts to tug off his shirt, carefully unbuttoning and kissing along your calf before slipping off your heels. “If this keeps going, Miguel, you need to know that I’m not putting up with your bullshit.”

“Ya se, mi reina,” he whispers, his tongue flattening up your thigh as he pulls down your skirt. “I’m aware.”

“I’m going to sign that shit in your cum.”

He laughed, nodding. “If that’s what you want to do, mi amor.”

You tilted your head down at him, raising a brow. “That raises no red flags?”

“No, they’re actually green.”

You hold back a laugh as he slowly stands up, already taking off his clothes before you put up a finger. “I’m in charge, right?”

“Yes,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “What would you like me to do, hm?”

“Get on the bed,” you say, standing and slipping off your clothes. “Why are you just standing there? Go.”

Miguel smirked slightly, but followed your orders, his bare body looking perfect against the bed. “Well, what do you want me to do next, mi amor?”

You hummed, staring for another few minutes. “Get hard. I’ll be back.”

You go into your closet, but after hearing Miguel’s moans, you knew he listened to what you said. It wasn’t until you went into your drawer filled with sex toys did you know what you wanted to do - oh, you were going to make him sob. You grabbed the small silver toy you had never had the chance to use on him, biting your lip as you finished taking off the rest of your clothes and fixing your bra and underwear.

It was normal to makeup with Miguel with sex, then talk about what happened and why it should never happen again before you fell asleep, resulting in Miguel waking you up with breakfast in bed and another lavish apology gift.

When you walked out, you smiled when you saw Miguel bucking his hips into his hand, his thick cock dribbling precum out of his bright red tip. “Look how pretty your cock is, baby… so, so pretty.”

He lets out a dry laugh, groaning. “Oh yeah? Que vas hacer?”

You giggled, slowly sliding between his legs and taking out the metal sounding rod. “Voy a jugar con lo que es mío.”

He lets out a choked moan as the cold tip of the rod dragged in a circle along the tip of his cock, already lubed up so you wouldn’t hurt him, a giggle escaping your lips as you slowly pushed it into his cock. He lets out a choked moan as you laugh, watching as it slowly disappears inside of his cock.

“Hijo de su pinche madre,” he cursed, groaning as he bucked his hips, stomach clenching as you watched his body slowly fall to your mercy. “Amor, please, please- I'll be good, I just need to fuck you.”

“Cállate,” you ordered, giggling as you pushed it inside until the ring was showing, your mouth latching onto his balls and sucking softly. “Come on, be a good boy and fuck it.”

He cursed as he starts to roll his hips, following the sounding rod as he groaned loudly. One of your hands rubs along his thighs, giggling as you stared up at his face all scrunched and desperate. He really did make a good sub.

“Come on, don’t stop now, Miguel, you’re doing so good,” you move away from his balls but continue to cup them, moving so that his fat cock was settled on his abdomen and you rubbed your now bare pussy against his shaft. “Come on baby, I know you want to cum. As soon as you cum, I’ll put your cock in me and I’ll let you fuck me.”

He groaned loudly, almost growl-like sounds falling from his lips as he forced his hips to go faster, fucking into the sounding rod as he rubbed against your wet cunt. You couldn’t hold back your own moans, the friction of his cock perfect against your cunt and he wasn’t even inside of you yet.

“Amor, please, please!” He was begging to cum, even if he didn’t quite know it yet, a groan falling from your lips as you continued to squeeze and rub his balls. He had never been this quick to cum, and you knew you’d have to try this again soon. “I’m close, chingao, I’m close.”

You let out a laugh as you watch the sounding rod start to be pushed out, pushing it back in as he whined. “Not yet, amor mío.”

“Por favor, mi vida, necesito- fuck!” He screamed out as you continued to hump against his length, pushing and pulling the rod in and out of his cock.

“Say it again. That you’re mine.”

“Fuck, I’m yours! Soy tuyo, mi mente, cuerpo, corazón, y alma, ¡chingada madre!” He yelled out as you finally let go of the sounding rod, watching it pop out of his cock and a perfect, pornographic cumshot follow. You moved your hand from his balls, lifting your hips as you continued to pump his shaft. You watched as the pearlescent liquid spurts onto his toned abdomen, smiling before cupping your hand in front of his tip and gathering his cum.

He panted, watching as you slowly smeared it along your cunt and placed the sounding rod onto the nightstand. “Next time we need to go bigger.”

“Whatever you say, amor,” he whispers, groaning as you pull his cock to push into your cunt, another loud groan falling from his lips. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“I know,” you spoke, laughing slightly as you gasped. No matter how many times his cock was inside of you, you never got used to it. “Fuck, Miguel, It’s like you get bigger every time.”

“Maybe I do,” he smirked, offering that playful wording as you finally sat on his pelvis, groaning loudly. “Look at how perfect you look with my cock inside of you, mi reina. Fucking perfect.”

You whimpered, groaning as you started to roll your hips, his cock feeling as though it was deeper than it ever was. “N-No, no.”

He smirked, tilting his head. “No what, amor? Tell me.”

“Stop that,” you order, knowing damn well if he kept talking like that you’d soon be on your back begging for him to fuck you. That’s now how it was going to happen, not today. “I’m in charge. Not you.”

“I never said you weren’t, amor-”

You leaned forward, pressing your lips firmly to his as he held your hips, helping you rock onto his cock. “Stop talking.”

He laughs as his other hand pulled you in for another firm kiss, your hands searching for the contract before his hips slam up into you. You pulled away, gasping as he lets out a loud groan, cursing. “Thought you needed some help, mi amor.”

Your hands claw against his shoulders as he keeps your chest pressed to his, using his strength to easily thrust up into you. For fucks sake, he couldn’t even let you have this, but you weren’t complaining as he grunted underneath you and you felt his cock rub against every place you ever wanted him to be. He repeatedly thrusted into you at that perfect rate to hit that spot inside of you that just made your body go limp, stomach twisting and turning.

One of the pros of having a man who knew your body like the back of his hand was that you could always count on him making you cum.

You gasped as his cock finally thrusted against that perfect spot that easily made you come undone, mind blurring as you basically see stars right as your nails dig into his skin. Your cunt clenched and squeezed his cock as a result of your orgasm, a hissed groan falling from his lips as he thrusted a few more times and finally came inside of you.

Your eyes rolled back, the added feeling of his cum spurting inside of you, filling you up as your inner thighs started to register slight heat from the power of his thrusts. You panted as you started to sit up, Miguel letting out a slight laugh before you grabbed the sounding rod and the contract.

“Q-Qué estás haciendo?”

You looked up at him, giggling as you dipped the rod into his cum. “I said I was going to sign it with your cum.”

“Mierda, Y/N, don’t do that!”

“What?! You think I was joking?! I said it was a red flag!”

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[kim-the-miserable-rat]

I SAW A TIKTOK WHERE A GUY SAID THAT "LES MIS" WAS JUST A THREE HOUR MUSICAL OF THE FRENCH COMPLAINING

(and I mean, he's not entirely wrong.)

(JUST ACT 1 CAUSE I UNDERESTIMATED HOW LONG THIS WOULD TAKE ME)

So here's a list of what they complain about in each song:

LOOK DOWN: the prison system sucks

PROLOGUE: the life of an exconvict sucks

VALJEAN'S SOLILOQUY: this guy is too nice how dare he? And also the prison system still sucks.

AT THE END OF THE DAY: my workplace is full of cunts

I DREAMED A DREAM: men are the worst

LOVELY LADIES: selling my necklace, hair and becoming a prostitute to help my child is something that I have all the right to be mad about (she's completely right, Fantine you deserved sooooo much better queen)

FANTINE'S ARREST: (to the bourgeoisie asshole) stop dehumanizing me I will fight you (to javert) your justice is not fair (to Jean Valjean) It's kinda your fault that im in this situation tbh

THE RUNAWAY CART: (javert) YO HOMIE WTF ARE YOU HULK? [suspecting]or are you buff because of slavery?.....

WHO AM I?: Oh poo! Now I have to choose between lying (it will make god sad) or going back to jail (hundreds of people will lose their jobs and end up living in misery by my actions) Fuck them workers, im an honest man, lets save that one innocent man.

THE TRIAL: the justice system is flawed. Look at my sick ass tattoo in my chest. Ok nvm im going to se Fantine fuck you all.

FANTINE'S DEATH: I will never see my daughter again this is so unfair (it really is)

THE CONFRONTATION: (Jean Valjean) Javert could you FUCKING WAIT A SECOND! I HAVE SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO DO(Javert) Im going to drop all my lore in two lines that you will not get cause were all singing at the same time; and NO, you can't just go, WTF?

CASTLE ON A CLOUD: HELLO, CHILD SLAVERY???? SOMEBODY HELP THIS CHILD ASAP!!!

MASTER OF THE HOUSE: Madam Thenardier has a solo just to talk shit about his husband (and he deserves every bit of it)

THE BARGAIN: (Thenardiers) NO, OF COURSE YOU CAN'T TAKE OUR LITTLE TREASURE AWAY -unless you pay for her, that is-

PARIS (look down reprise): EVERYTHING IS AWFUL, WE HATE IT HERE!

THE ROBBERY: (Eponine) FUCK YOU MARIUS MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS! (Javert) Ewwww... i hate criminals! and also poor people. Same thing to me, really.

STARS: I'm so obsessed with that fugitive that it's starting to blur into an homoerotic desire. Also HOW DARE HE to be free? I will hunt him for sport

EPONINE'S ERRAND: (Eponine) So now I have to help YOU, the boy im in love with to find a random girl? ALSO WTF DON'T GIVE ME MONEY YOU ASSHOLE.

ABC CAFE: (Enjolras) STOP WHINING MARIUS, NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR NON EXISTENT LOVE LIFE, WE ARE PLANNING A REVOLUTION HERE, YOU KNOW? Also please guys can we take this thing seriously? Please please please :(

DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING?: (the people, obviously) time to eat the rich or die trying!

RUE PLUMMET/IN MY LIFE: (Cosette) father, ur cool to be around and all that but.... Who the fuck are you? And why do we act like we are convicts running from the law (cause ur dad kinda is, sweetie)

A HEART FULL OF LOVE: (Eponine) It fucking sucks to have helped my crush find the girl he's in love with[who would have thought?] Guess I will look at them longingly from like five feet away while they confess their love for each other and purposefully ignore me.

THE ATTACK ON RUE PLUMMET: (Eponine) GODAMNIT they will think I'm one of those assholes I have to do something! Go away or I'll scream IM INSANE I WILL FUCKING DO IT. Also fuck you dad. (Babet) I DON'T FUCKING CARE ABOUT THE LORE, GIVE ME MY FUCKING MONEY THENARDIER (Thenardier) Im surrounded by idiots! (Jean Valjean) TIME TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, FUCK EVERYONE WHO WANTS TO SEE MY DOWNFALL.

ONE DAY MORE: (Jean Valjean) Kinda sucks to have to run from the law [yeah homie we noticed that] (Marius & Cosette) OH NO! I'LL BE SEPARATED FROM THE LOVE OF MY LIFE THAT I MET A WEEK AGO. WHAT A GREAT TRAGEDY (Eponine) Marius still doesnt care about me. (Enjolras) He's not complaining, he's having the best time of his life. Good for him. Enjoy it while it lasts, citizen! (Javert) Guess I'll go as a spy with this cool new outfit. [Again, not a complain but important to notice]

OK, THIS DESCENDED INTO MADNESS.

EXPECT ACT 2 SOON :)

[hadesrise]

𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞. you and miguel were in love... until you weren’t anymore.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. miguel o’hara x scarlet witch!male reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. angst, hurt/no comfort, lovers to enemies, violence, foul language, mentions of trauma, minor character death (harry osborn), stupid canon event, hero turned villain trope, joker!scarlet witch!reader, REALLY STUPID CANON EVENT, tiniest fluff

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊. we need this after all that sinful miguel fics i wrote 😭 i had that one scene of wanda when pietro died in mind, and couldn’t help but write this.

“I despise you,” You laughed while shaking your head at your husband as he smoothly danced along to the music with no struggle, his gentle hands guiding you. “Such a show off. Aren’t you, mi sol?”

Miguel smirks, “I like impressing you, mi luna.” His heart flutter at the sound of your giggle and he pulls you closer, swaying your bodies, face inches away from yours. He stared into your eyes that twinkled under the dim light, calm and warm, bringing him comfort. You never failed to brighten up no matter what happened, keeping your head up and forcing yourself to move forward when things get tough. Eyes holding kindness, arms always giving love. You’re a bright soul despite how many times the universe wronged you, Miguel never thought of you any less.

You twirl him around, getting the hang of it, and hug him from behind as you rest your chin on his shoulder. It makes Miguel smile, something that he struggled to do ever since you both lost Gabriella.

“I love you, Miguel. Very much.” You pressed a kiss on his shoulder.

Miguel swoons, resting his head against you and putting his hands over yours. “I thought you despise me?” He teasingly asked, looking at you over his shoulder.

A chuckle erupts before you kissed his cheek and Miguel tilts his head, leaning in to capture your lips. “I do, I despise you.” You breathlessly mutter with a loving tone contradicting your words, a smile stretched across your lips. Miguel turns around in your arms and wraps his around your neck as the two of you continued to sway to the music.

Simple days like this made Miguel’s stress melt away. All the burden and responsibilities disappearing into the void by your gentle touches that are more than willing to serve him and make him feel better. You were always good to him. Even after he was distant, harsh, and cold after Gabriella’s death, you never stopped loving him. Never got tired of being there, guiding him, helping him heal while you healed as well. You were grieving greatly too, but put him first before yourself and never gave up on him. He used to think how could you act so fine after losing your daughter? until he caught you break down when Peter told you to hold Mayday to make you feel better. It nearly made him beat the shit out of Peter, but when you whispered, “she’s so warm, peter” he couldn’t do anything. He started making it up to you after that, realizing he wasn’t alone going through the pain.

Despite how much he hurt you and how much of an asshole he was, you still forgave him. Still loved him, muttering “i despise you” with a tone filled in overwhelming love for him like you always did.

“Mi amor, can you show me your magic?” He gently asked, watching your bright eyes travel around before looking down, hesitant.

You were always fearful of your powers. Thinking of them as your flaw and what makes you less than human, but Miguel only thought of them as something that contributed to your perfection. He always tried his best to help you heal from the trauma of those awful experiments. “It’s okay, you won’t hurt me.” Miguel reassured, holding your face.

Doubt lingering in your bright eyes, you nodded and lifted your hand, waving your fingers. Light scarlet mist surrounds them and you softly waved them around to create a small ball of energy. Miguel’s lips parted in awe, staring at your magic with a mesmerized look. It made you feel bubbly with pride, confidence and happiness, the silent encouragement slowly eating away your fear of your own powers.

“Es hermoso, mi luna. Eres hermoso.” He mumbled, intertwining his hand with yours and kissing the back of your hand. You sighed in content, letting your magic disappear as you leaned your forehead against his, relishing his presence.

That was just few days ago, but Miguel feels as if it was already few years as cold sweat dripped down his temples and all blood drained from his face. Eyes wide with horror at the knowledge of what must come sooner or later, what you must go through.

The universe isn’t fair. It never was, even before Gabriella was taken. But why, why did it have to be so fucking cruel?

You already have your powers, why did it have to burden you with radioactive spider?

Getting bit by the radioactive spider from your universe surprisingly worked well despite the complications you went through within the first few days caused by your powers and the spider venom fighting each other in your veins. That was the problem; it shouldn’t have worked well. Your powers should’ve killed the venom in an instant, but it didn’t, and instead it molded together.

Fuckfuckfuck, why did it have to work?

Why didn’t your magic reject it? You’ve already got so many plate on you, and destiny decides to just throw this at you?

Peter worriedly stared at him as Miguel paced back and fourth in HQ, muttering inaudible words under his breath. “Aren’t you going to tell him about the canon event?” The male quietly asked, holding Mayday.

Miguel sighs. If he did, you would try to save that person. The canon event cannot be disrupted or your universe will collapse; he doesn’t want you to go through the same thing he did, but it was necessary so all Spider-person could become the hero they are. He had no other choice, and it made him uneasy.

When Miguel doesn’t answer, Peter steps closer to him with a worried look. “Do you... at least have an idea who it’s gonna be?”

Miguel glances at his friend for a second before nodding dejectedly. “In his universe, there’s no Peter Parker, but there’s Harry Osborn. He’s bestfriends with him.” He informs quietly and rests his hands on his hips, heart heavy.

Horror flashes in Peter’s eyes as it widened, “Oh no.” He gasped, realizing Miguel’s assumption would be correct.

Harry Osborn has died in nearly every universe due to being Peter Parker’s dearest friend, he is the canon event in usual case, which makes the probability that he will be your canon event more high. Eyebrows furrowed in sadness, Peter didn’t know what to say. Neither did Miguel, who stood in the platform with sad eyes watching the footage of you fooling around with Harry that Miguel took.

He knew how much Harry mattered to you. You two were childhood friends who did everything together and helped each other tirelessly. You told Miguel of what Harry did to himself when Hydra kidnapped you — he injected himself with a green serum that caused him to become Green Goblin just so he could find you. The bond shared between you and Harry could never be expressed with words, it was like a platonic soulmate that found each other. You told Miguel how you needed Harry just as much as you needed your husband, because Harry was there for both you and Miguel when Gabriella died, and he also helped you bring your husband back when Miguel lost it.

It’s awful, how Harry’s positively your canon event. Miguel could feel guilt exploding in his chest with tears welling up his eyes; he didn’t want Harry gone, that guy is his bestfriend as much as he is to you. But the risk of a universe collapsing made it difficult to choose him.

The heavy responsibility weigh on Miguel’s shoulders as a tear escaped his eye.

You cannot know.

The loud siren and explosions cause your ears to ring as you gritted your teeth to keep your magic steady and out, hands pushing against the large concrete that almost fell on top of a pregnant woman. It flies across the road when you frustratedly thrusted your hands forward and your magic strengthen due to your frustration. Guiding the pregnant woman to safety while letting her chants of gratitude fall on deaf ears, you quickly escorted her to where the survivors are and ran back to fight.

A giant lizard looking creature causing chaos in your city, you huffed in frustration and leapt up using your magic before shooting your web at the post that fell down to grab it. You concentrated energy on one hand, making a large energy ball before blasting it at the lizard, sending it flying back. You quickly shot your web at the creature and pulled it back as you swing the post, hitting it straight across the face.

“Holy shit, ouch!” You hear Harry hiss jokingly as he floats down using his glider.

Rolling your eyes, you threw the post away and patted the dirt off your hands. “Took you long enough. It was hard rescuing the people all on my own, you know.” You grumbled, and Harry noticed the irritation in your tone.

His brows furrowed while looking around, not seeing the obnoxious blue and red figure who was usually by your side to fight enemies. “No husband today?”

“That’s exactly why I’m irritated,” You grunted out. “I got no time for chitchat, Green Goblin. Would you be a man and help me out here, brother?” You asked with a smirk, already knowing the answer as the lizard regained consciousness and roared. Harry grinned, lowering his goggles and facing the creature. No words needed, you two will fight with each other until the end of the day.

The fight ensues with the lizard being definitely angry at what you did earlier, becoming more aggressive and powerful each time you shared fists. Your spider sense going haywire when the lizard nearly decapitated you with its tail, Harry fortunately being there to pull you back. It was getting difficult to defend yourself with each passing time, the exhaustion weakening your magic as you dodged the lizard’s attack here and there. Harry was struggling as well, flying around in his gliders and throwing razor bats, which only sliced the creature with no further damage.

What felt like hours of battle, a sudden fear consumed you when the lizard managed to take an upperhand by slashing your chest with its claws and slamming you hard on the ground. A pained groan leaves your lips, feeling the fractures of your ribs, but adrenaline gushes through your veins when the lizard’s wide creepy eyes stared at you like a predator. You cursed silently and pushed yourself to leap backwards with your magic. Only a feet became your distance from the creature, the strength in your body dying down as you nearly fell over due to the sudden disappearance of your magic’s support.

A familiar body prevented your fall, catching you with strong arms and helping you straighten up. You looked through heavy eyelids at Miguel, who had a look of concern and... sadness, regret, in his eyes.

“Where have you been...?” You weakly croaked, groaning at the pain in your whole body. Many emotions swirled within you. Happiness, relief, anger, irritation.

Miguel doesn’t answer right away as he stared at you with an odd, apologetic, guilty look. “I’m sorry...” He quietly muttered.

You frowned in confusion, but quickly turned to the sound of grunts and saw Harry back on his feet fighting the lizard with all his might again. Pushing yourself away from Miguel, you moved only to be tugged behind by your husband. You looked at him with weariness and panic, “What are you doing!? We have to help him, Miguel, let me go—”

“We can’t,” He shakes his head, gripping your arm.

“What?” Disbelief coated your tone, “We fucking have to!” You tried fighting it off, but his grip seems to tighten more until you had to completely struggle against him. “What the fuck— MIGUEL! LET ME FUCKING GO! HARRY, STOP!” You yelled, heart jackhammering. Your strength seem to suddenly come out again as Miguel struggles to hold you back, wrapping his arms around your torso.

You desperately fight him off when you saw Harry getting knocked to the ground with the lizard towering over him, screams and yells spilling past your lips.

Your breath hitched when the lizard’s claws pierce right into Harry’s chest. Tears spill from your wide eyes, chest exploding in fear and devastation as you can’t do anything but watch the cruel creature lift Harry up, snarling at him. Your world crumbles down beneath your feet. Blood splatters from Harry’s lips as he weakly looks at you with tears in his eyes.

I love you. He mouthed, a faintest smile on his lips, before going limp.

You only saw red.

A sudden surge of power explodes from your body as a heart-wrenching scream escapes your throat, sending Miguel away and destroying everything around you. You fell to your knees, cry of anguish leaving your throat. A mix of anger, grief, sadness filled your chest, rollercoaster of emotions, before an overwhelming rage takes over your body. Eyes glowing deep red, you clenched your jaw and focused your rage on your hands, scrambling up as you harshly shot it at the creature, who flied back at the sheer power of your magic.

You quickly wrapped Harry’s body in deep scarlet mist to set him down on the ground gently. The creature emerged again with a piercing roar, eyes set on you as it ran towards you on all fours. With enraged growl erupting from your throat, you swiftly grabbed Harry’s glider just as the lizard jumped on you, jamming the glider’s blades on its chest. Its shriek leaves your ears hurting, but you slammed it down on the ground, digging the blades into its body. You pull the blades out, not wanting it to die yet as you wrapped a tight rope of magic around its neck with one hand, strangling it.

You made sure to look into the lizard’s eyes, a deep scarlet mist surrounds your other hand. The blood red of your own eyes striking fear within him, before you twisted your hand and snapped its neck in one swift motion. Miguel watched from the distance with wide eyes, the murderous look on your face causing goosebumps to appear on his skin and uneasiness surround his chest.

Breathing heavily, the blood red from your eyes disappear as you remember Harry, rushing over to him and lifting his upper body. Your lips quiver, holding him in your arms. You feel like your heart had been ripped out from your chest, the void of emptiness sucking off your emotions and the pain too much that you feel numb. A part of you seems to die as Harry laid there lifeless and unmoving, somehow peacefully despite the circumstances of how death welcomed him.

Red and blue feet enters your vision, the quiet voice of your husband calling your name reaching your ears. You used to love that sound. It used to make your heart skip a beat and get wrapped in loving warmth. But a mere voice could no longer bring it back alive, especially when it belongs to someone who cruelly held you down while Harry stared death in the eye.

“......Did you know?” Miguel flinched at the flat tone of your voice, dread filling him as you refused to look up. When he didn’t answer, you finally looked up, sending chills up Miguel’s spine at the lack of brightness in your eyes. Void of any emotion, lifelessness replaced the light that used to inhabit them. “Did, you, know? O’Hara? That it was going to happen?” You asked again with a low, almost threatening voice.

He felt unsettled by your wide emotionless eyes, lump forming in his throat. Hands trembling by his sides as he licked his lips, Miguel was unable to meet your quiet rageful eyes. “.....Yes,” Miguel defeatedly answered.

As soon as you heard his answer, your face dropped. The atmosphere immediately changes, Miguel suddenly feeling cold and blood draining from his face as fear bubbled within him. Something in you had snapped, he could feel it. It made him panic as he steps forward, holding his hands up in surrender. “I’m— I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, mi luna. It was supposed to happen. I can’t— I didn’t want it to happen, but it had to. If— If you had stopped it, your—”

“What the fuck do you mean it was supposed to happen?”You snarled, cutting off his pathetically frantic apologies. He was taken aback by the look of pure hatred in your face. “Harry’s our fucking best friend, Miguel. He was my brother, my soul. He dies and a part of me will die, you knew that, you piece of fucking shit.”

The way you spat those words out dig a hole into Miguel’s heart as tears blurred his vision, frantically shaking his head with series of no’s spilling from his lips. “N-no, nonono, you don’t understand,” His voice shakes. “It—It had to happen, please. Please, hear me out. Let me—let me explain, please, mi amor.” Miguel attempted to reach out to you, but his heart shatters when you jerk away from him in disgust.

“Explain?” You scoffed, “You forced me to watch my best friend die and you want to fucking explain? Get the fuck away from me!” You were already seething in rage yet the strange calmness in your demeanor scared Miguel even more as you scrambled up while carrying Harry’s body, away from him.

“No! No, no, please, I’m sorry—” He chokes between sobs, tears running down his face. “P-por favor, mi luna, lo siento— I—I had to, I had to do it, please. Perdóname, lo siento, lo siento....” His legs grow weak beneath him and he falls to his knees, begging you desperately and shaking his head.

You swallowed hard, tears brimming in your eyes, but not from sadness or grief. It was from anger, rage, your eyes seeing red again as your blood boiled. Just who the fuck is this man standing — kneeling before you? Rageful thunderstorms rumbled, rainfall washing away the love and peace in your heart, vengeance filling your veins bits by bits. The man you fell in love with was not as cruel and monstrous as this man before you. The man you fell in love with understood how Harry’s life literally kept you together, the only thing that kept you away from insanity. The man you fell in love with would never hurt you like this.

And then, the rageful thunderstorms suddenly quiet down as your mind came up with one single thought; this was not your Miguel O’Hara.

This is no longer the man you married — this is the man who killed your best friend, who made you watch as the lizard pierced its claws through Harry’s chest, who took everything from you.

Miguel sees you look down, your shoulders shaking. Just when another apology was about to leave him, a low chuckle erupts from your chest, coming off as a rumble due to your closed mouth, but it slowly got louder and turned into a full blown laughter until your mouth was wide open in a grin. Sweat drips down Miguel’s temple, his heart beating incredibly fast. Your laugh was gleeful, which shot eeriness within Miguel due to how out of place it was, but it was also sinister — like the screws in your head twisted loose.

Insanity filled every bit of your laughter before it slowly died down, but the big unsettling grin stays on your face. “Ohhh, what a funny joke you repeat! I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” You mocked before bursting into laughter again, all throat.

Miguel didn’t realize he was holding his breath. Unable to move or shed another tear from shock, his face pale at the pure display of insanity on his husband. His whole body was trembling now.

You adjusted Harry’s body in your arms with a big grin, few chuckles leaving your lips. “It’s okay, I could still dance around with Harry.” Miguel’s blood ran cold at your words. Then, your grin suddenly drops as you make eye contact with him. “But it still doesn’t change the fact you took everything from me and ripped my heart out.”

Miguel shakes his head, weakly trying to bring you back to him. “No, no, please. Mi amor, mi luna... I love you, please, don’t do this...”

“Oh, you poor thing,” You mockingly clicked your tongue a few times. Carrying Harry’s body over your shoulder, you stepped closer to Miguel and caressed his cheek with the back of your hand. You were cold. Impossibly cold. He can’t feel your warmth anymore as you looked at him in pity, the brightness that he adored no longer existing in your eyes that now flickers with insanity.

“You may love me, but I despise you, Miguel.” His heart drops at the cruel sincerity in your words, your lips curled up into a twisted grin. “And just like you made me watch my best friend die, I’ll make you watch as I burn the multiverse to the ground.” Your eyes flashes a dark red, the words you lowly spat strangling Miguel like a curse as well as promise.

Without uttering another word, you flicked your wrist and created a portal before disappearing with your curse spreading through Miguel, leaving your insane sinister laugh echoing in the air.

Tears spilled from Miguel’s eyes as devastation settled within his guts.

You totally lost it, and it’s all because of him.

© ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴅᴇsʀɪsᴇ. sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴜsɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ɢᴀɪɴ ɪs sᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ ᴘʀᴏʜɪʙɪᴛᴇᴅ. ᴀsᴋ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ.

[multific]

Luckiest Man

Alejandro Vargas x Reader

"How many safe houses do you need?" asked Soap, annoyed that yet another plan went to shit and now he and Ghost had to hide with Alejandro.

"Amigo, it's not about the quantity but the quality." just as he said that the door to the house opened.

"Papi!" came rushing out onto the porch and down the stairs a little girl. So tiny, the teddy in her arms was bigger, which didn't help her running, so at one point, she dropped it.

Ghost and Soap watched as the little girl rushed to Alejandro who picked her up as she laughed with such joy in her voice.

"Te extrañé mucho, Bebé," (I missed you so much, Baby.) said Alejandro as he kissed the little girl.

"Who are they, Papi?" she asked, pointing at Ghost.

"Friends, Cariño. Where's your mother?" he asked but the little girl was to busy staring at Ghost.

For a split second Ghost thought the child was afraid, but then she giggled and made motions to let her father know, she wanted to go to the man his father called a friend.

"Soap, Ghost, meet my little Isabella. Isa, meet John and Simon." she smiled and waved at them.

"You have a kid? Now that's-" but Johnny didn't finish, Alejandro put his daughter down as she rushed over to Ghost immediately, she put her arms up and looked at the huge man.

"Uppsie!" she said, well, more demanded. Alejandro just laughed as he nodded for Ghost, letting him know it was okay. And who was Ghost to say no to such a bright child.

"Look at this Isa, your favourite Teddy's in the dirt, we will have to ask Mommy to wash it for you now." said Alejandro as they all started to walk to the house, Isa too occupied with Ghost's mask and clothes to care about her teddy.

"And meet Mi Esposa, the lovely Y/N." Alejandro said as he found you in the kitchen, and by the smells, everyone could tell, it was delicious.

"Just in time." you turned to introduce yourself to the others as you took your child away from Simon and made her go and wash her hands.

Ghost and Soap were both a bit taken aback, seeing Alejandro as a father, made both of them think, well it made Johnny think more, he imagined if he could have this all for himself. A wife and family of his own even if his life was so different from the domestic kind.

Seeing Alejandro so in love with his wife and child, Johnny was not afraid to admit he was jealous.

"Your friends are nice." you said as he finally laid down into your bed. Isa barely wanted to let go of her father. But now, her and your guests were all in their rooms.

"Are they?" he smirked as he looked at you. "I'm happy both of you think so. I thought she will be scared."

"Oh, no, Isa is... special. She can see the good in people not only their looks."

"Much like you, Mi Amor. Which is why you fell in love with me."

"Oh yeah, I saw the caring man, not just the smug handsome asshole." this made him laugh. "But I do love you, Alejandro." he smiled and leaned over to give you a kiss.

He knew he wouldn't be able to convince you to get down and dirty with people in your home, so for how, he just cuddled into your chest.

Without a doubt, he was the luckiest man alive.

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[ariisheresstuff]

I’m Never Leaving You

Pairings: Javier Peña x fem!reader

Summary: You just have given birth to your first newborn, a baby girl. It’s been a dream to start a family with Javi. But after a couple of weeks after having your daughter, Javi has been on the go with his missions and cases. You’re scared that he’s never gonna come back from a mission and leave you alone with your daughter.

Genre: Comfort, slight angst

Warnings: Mentions of death, crying, nothing that needs a trigger warning idk (NOT PROOFREAD I’m lazy💀)

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A/N: My requests are open, have a good day! <3

You groaned as you heard the sound of your two week old daughter screaming her lungs out at three in the morning. You slowly sat up as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Clearly fighting the urge of sleep. You felt a hand rub your wrist, you looked down to see your husband awake. “I got her hermosa. Go back to sleep.” “You sure?” “Yes cariño, you need sleep.” You laid back down as your eyes drooped. Javi sat up and placed a kiss on your temple. He got out of bed before yawning and stretching. He walked out of the room to enter the room across. He walked into his daughter’s nursery as she continued to wail. He leaned over the crib to see his daughter squirming the best she can only at two weeks. Javi slowly and carefully picked up the small child and placed her on his bare chest. His hands supporting her head as she leaned into her father’s neck still crying. “¿Que paso, mi princesa?” What’s happened, my princess? He placed a kiss on her head that was growing tons of dark hair. He gently shushed the crying infant as she squirmed in his hold. Javi started to hiccup as her cries died down. “You’re okay mi amor, daddy’s right here.” He whispered as she walked around her nursery to get her calm down. She started to make little noises as her crying settled. He rubbed her onesie covered back as she started to fall back asleep. Javi softly hummed a tune for a few minutes before he decided that she was asleep. He walked back over to her crib and softly placed her in the crib. He smiled as he admired his sweet baby girl peacefully sleeping. He rubbed a finger over her rosy cheek “Buenas noches, mi amor.” Good night, my love. He turned away as he walked out of the nursery and walked back into your shared bedroom. He laid back on his side as he pulled you into his chest. “Just needed her daddy’s attention.” Javi joked as he ran his fingers through your hair “The daddy’s girl she is.” You mumbled with your eyes still closed, Javi chuckled. “Damn right she is.” You scoffed as you lightly punched him in the shoulder making him laugh “Don’t start Javi.” “I’m just fucking with you Cariño.” He kissed your forehead before the both of you dozed back off to sleep.

You groaned lightly to the brightness that entered through the bedroom, you stretched your arm out to find your husband but only found an empty side. You frowned. At work again? He hasn’t been taking a break from work until after you had your daughter. You wished he would just think about himself. You sighed before getting up and checking on your daughter. You entered her nursery to hear her making the usual noises baby makes. You smiled seeing her awake, her brown eyes staring at you. “Good morning mi amor. You sleep well?” You cooed at her before picking her up as she squealed lightly. You frowned at the fact that Javi isn’t here to enjoy a day with his daughter and you. You know his job is strict but you just wish he could have some time with his family.

Javi sighed as he rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. Ever since this Escobar case has been starting, Javi and his team have been on the go catching this guy and his workers. “Well, don’t you look like shit.” Javi looked up to see his partner Steve with a smirk as he sat by his desk. “Try being away from your daughter who was just born asshole.” Steve just shrugged, “Sorry man, must suck.” Javi just sighed as he took a drag from his cigarette. “Anything today?” “Apparently one of Escobar’s workers are in the town paying off some dealer.” “So I’m assuming we gotta go and catch this son of a bitch.” “Point for Peña.” Steve smirked “Jesus fuck.” Javi sighed as he stood up grabbing his gun, getting ready for another mission. “Are you coming or not Murphy?” Steve gave Javi a teasing smirk before grabbing his gun and standing up “Now that’s the spirit Javi.” “Can I just shoot you?” Javi snarled, not in no mood for Steve’s teasing remarks. “Might start some shit, if you wanna risk it go for it.” Javi just rolled his eyes as he and Steve exited the office and getting into their truck.

You quietly shushed your daughter who was fussing lightly in her sleep, it was almost 3 in the morning. You hated when Javi was gone for the whole night, you feared the worst. “Daddy’s coming home soon mi amor.” You told your daughter who was falling in and out of sleep due to her father not being here. Javi always put his daughter to sleep, but it wasn’t the same when he wasn’t here. Javi did call you earlier to let you know that he has a mission today, it didn’t sound too serious but you didn’t think it would take the whole night. You sighed as you rubbed your daughters back as you sat down on the couch. That’s when you heard the front door unlocking, you heard Javi groaned tiredly as he opened the door. You sighed in relief as you stood up, “Hey.” Javi jumped lightly hearing your voice, expecting you to be asleep. “Jesus baby, almost gave me a heart attack.” He joked as you apologized, “What are you still doing up?” He whispered Not wanting to frighten his daughter who he assumed was sleeping. “Little miss couldn’t sleep without her daddy.” You said as you both looked down to look at your daughter who had her eyes opened. She cooed seeing her father as he raised her little arms towards him. Javi smiled, happily taking his daughter from your arms. “Mi amor, daddy missed you. You missed me? Hmm? My precious little bean.” Javi bounded the infant as he pecked her chubby cheeks, Javi closed his eyes as he relaxed. Finally home with his wife and daughter. You smiled lightly enjoying the sight of the man you love with your daughter, enjoying their moment. Your daughter instantly fell asleep in her fathers arms. “I’ll put her to bed.” Javi whispered to you before pecking your temple, you watched him go as you walked into your bedroom you shared with Javi.

As you got ready for bed you couldn’t help but feel this wave of sadness hit you. You didn’t even hear Javi walk in the room, too busy from your thoughts. “Baby?” You jumped at his voice “Sorry.” “You okay?” Javi asked you with a softer voice l, he walked over to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist as he pulled you into a hug. “It’s nothing, I was just thinking.” “Thinking of what mi amor?” You sighed feeling your eyes burn from the tears approaching. Javi started to rub your back, that’s when it broke you. You started to sob into his chest. It made Javi jump, he wasn’t expecting you to cry. He quickly shushed you as he continued to rub your back and place kisses on your hairline. “Hey, it’s okay hermosa.” “I-I’m sorry, it-it’s I-just- “It’s what baby? Please tell me.” Javi cupped your face making you look at him, he wiped your tear away with his thumb as he looked into your eyes. It broke him seeing you so upset. You stared into his chocolate eyes as you hiccuped. He slowly leaned down to kiss your lips, helping you calm down. “What is bothering my lovely wife?” You sighed as you started. “I-it’s- I’m scared.” “Scared of what my love?” You looked down as you sniffled, “I’m scared you’re not gonna come home one day.” Your voice cracked as you said that, Javi immediately knew what you were talking about. “Baby…” “I’m scared that one day you’re gonna be dead and I’m not gonna know a-and about our daughter- “Hey. Stop talking like that. I’m serious.” Javi cut you off as he looked at you, “I know I’ve been busy with this case, and I know this is the most dangerous case I’ve been on. Hell, I’m risking my life to protect this country and I’m protecting you and our daughter. I’m scared too baby, and I know you are too. I’m sorry you’re between this and I wish you weren’t.” “I just wanna go home.” “I know baby, I do too. But I promise, once this case is done. We’ll go home where it’s safe, and we’ll start our family. Okay?” You nodded as Javi kissed your forehead before pulling you in for a hug, he whispered sweet nothings in your ear as he rubbed your back. “I love you, you know that?” You nodded “Words can’t describe the love I have for you Y/N.” You smiled in the hug at how caring your husband was. “I love you tons too Javi. Always have and always will.” You said as you looked up at your lover, you smiled at him making him smile back. You both leaned in for a kiss, a slow loving one. You both pulled away slowly for air, “Let’s get ready for bed hmm? I took the day off tomorrow.” You smiled at that making Javi chuckle, he took your hand as he led you to the bed. “Get comfy, I’ll be in bed in a few.” You nodded, “Hey.” “What?” You pulled him down by the collar of his shirt as you slammed your lips on his. It surprised Javi a bit before he relaxed, enjoying the kiss. You smirked as you pulled away from him, “Should’ve known.” He teased making you laugh, you watched him as he entered the bathroom. “I love you Javi.” He turned to face you, giving you a smile “And I love you more cariño.” You both smiled at each other before letting him go get ready to join you. You smiled as you laid down on the comfy bed. You sighed feeling loved and happy knowing that Javi would always be there with you.

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[mlichaelm]

the QSMP is my new hyperfixation and thus, i’ve been dedicated to learning as much Spanish as i can! as well as learning all i can about the different cultures on the server too!! i was inspired by @punkyv ‘s list of words they learned, so i’m gonna make one of my own and update it from time to time to keep track of everything new!!! some of them i knew already, but i added them anyway!

keep in mind most of my translations are googled, cross-referenced with the subtitles, explained by the smp members, or gathered by either my loose knowledge of Romantic languages as well as context clues! any edits i make to existing spellings/descriptions are from users in the comments :) hope this helps!

(update: no longer pinned post)

Eso Brad - reference to a popular latino meme, used ironically after doing something bad or dumb

Mamadisimo - slang phrase (also a meme reference i believe?) used to describe being strong at something, i would equate this with maybe calling someone a Chad?

Tripita - inside joke from Roier’s community!

Anda - a slang term used to express and/or emphasize various reactions, including surprise, disbelief, admiration, and irony

Culero - asshole

Basta/Que basta - “enough!” or “stop!”

No mames - crude, similar to anda in the way it’s used to express disbelief; it means “no way!” or “you’ve gotta be kidding me!”

Pruébalo - try it

Ya tu sabes - you know/you already know

Lo siento - i’m sorry

Me arrepiento de ello - i regret it

Pendejo - dumbass, idiot

Cabrón - bastard

Cómo se dice - how do you say—

Hombre - technically “man” but used informally can essentially mean “dude”

Hijo/hija - son and daughter respectively

Mijo/mija - contraction of “my son” and “my daughter”

Hijito/mijito/hijita/mijita - more affectionate way to say “son” or “daughter”, since the suffix “-ito” means small!

Playa - beach

Mi amor - my love

Gracias - thank you

Muy - very

Peligroso - dangerous

Ayuda - help

Agua - water

Computadora - computer

Aquí - here

Qué - what

Mala/malo - bad/evil

Soy triste - i’m sad (connotation of being a negative or pathetic person)

Estoy triste - i’m sad (connotation of being sad right now, in the moment, rather than sadness as a state of mind)

Seguir - follow

Pato/pata - duck (surprised i didn’t add this earlier, actually)

Gato/gata - cat

[talshiargirlfriend]

Remember when I said I’d been thinking about how (some) other Vulcans (mis)treat T’Pol? This…

— post Terra Prime ficlet

“Perhaps the kin-kur-savas would be more to your liking,” the Vulcan steward suggests.

T’Pol’s lips tighten fractionally before she quietly responds, “Thank you for the recommendation, but I am content with my choices.”

The man turns slightly to include Trip in his blandly disapproving stare.

There’s some Vulcan social subtext Trip can’t parse, so he just stands sternly at T’Pol’s side. She has hardly eaten a thing since Elizabeth died, and if this jackass puts her off her meager breakfast Trip’s gonna put him out an airlock. Mentally, of course, while outwardly observing appropriate decorum on the Vulcan transport delivering the grieving parents to Vulcan for an acknowledgment and internment rite with T’Pol’s clan.

Enterprise had been ordered to remain in-system around Sol tying up Terra Prime loose ends and doing coalition schmoozing. Blessedly Trip and T’Pol have been spared any more Earth media scrutiny for now.

Shran had actually offered to give the pair a lift to Vulcan on his way back to Andoria to continue rallying support for the fledgling Coalition of Planets, but T’Pol was insistent they travel via Vulcan ship. At Trip’s questioning she’d reluctantly admitted that her ties to Vulcan society were somewhat tenuous, and there were many who would view her arrival on an Andorian vessel as evidence she no longer belongs to her home planet at all.

Trip quietly wonders if it was worth the trouble given their reception aboard the T’Mara. For every “I grieve with thee” there’s been a haughty look or three. He’s doing his best to be a perfect guest and support T’Pol. Most of the time he wants to scream, cry, hit someone, or all three.

The steward has thankfully left to go be dour elsewhere, and he and T’Pol take their breakfast trays to a table near a window.

T’Pol glances at her food and drink and then stares out at the passing stars.

“You wanna tell me what that was about?” he asks her gently.

He can see by the tightness around her eyes and mouth that she very much does not “wanna.”

“Kin-kur-savas is a Vulcan stone fruit. It has variegated skin of yellow, green and red, pale yellow flesh, and a small deep red pit at the center. You once likened them to Vulcan peaches.”

“I remember.”

She hesitates, “It was an insult meant to imply that while I may still appear Vulcan I am human at my core.”

Trip inhales sharply and bites down on his anger.

“Additionally, his use of English gave him the plausible excuse of deference to your presence while effectively… alienating me further,” T’Pol finishes.

He doesn’t insult her by asking if she’s sure she’s not reading too much into it. It doesn’t surprise him that Vulcans can be just as bigoted and cruel as humans, but it’s still hard to see it directed at T’Pol, especially when he knows how hard she’s working to hold herself together right now.

Trip is absolutely not going to do anything that will bring shame to his daughter (may she rest in peace), or her mother (may she live long and prosper), so he breathes in a controlled manner and tries to keep all traces of what he’s feeling off his face.

He reaches for a utensil and casually touches T’Pol’s hand. When she makes eye contact he thinks as clearly and deliberately as he can: What an asshole. There’s a flicker of amusement in her eyes. Whether she understood his thought or was just entertained by his pathetic attempt at telepathy, he’ll take the win.

“I’m sorry if my presence is making this worse for you,” he tells her with sympathy.

She gives him a long look. “Trip, his actions reflect only on himself. Your attendance is appropriate and necessary as Elizabeth’s father,” she looks down briefly before continuing, “and I personally find your presence… beneficial. As I said, I am content with my choices.” Her voice is soft but firm.

It may not be a romance novel confession of love, but Trip is moved nonetheless.

“That’s good. I … I feel better when you’re around, too.”

T’Pol gives him a soft look and sips her tea. Trip flashes her a quick smile and takes a bite of the strange but not unpleasant plomeek porridge in front of him. Silently he rejoices when she follows suit, and they finish their meal together in companionable silence.

[islandtarochips]

Hi my dear Taro 🥰❤️

For the ask game!

Koa 🏆🔪

Hola mi hermosa! And thank you for sending this! I shall answer that for you! But beware, it MIGHT be in detailed for one of those questions had gotten to my head! Lol.

🏆 - Best friends (past, current or future)

Past - Koa used to have a best friend. Again, USE to. For that best friend of his was the one who went out drinking with him. (That was the time he became an asshole) And also! ALSO! Spoiler alert. The Best Friend was the one who also causes Koa’s daughter to unaliving herself! Again! I got this inspiration from the movie. Called “Once Were Warriors”. So I’m taking it. The thing is…Koa didn’t KNOW. Not even his Wife, named Aroha, knew about it. But HOW did they find out? That would be for another story to tell! 🤫

Current - I would say Bell, Woods, Mason and Lazar. I could see Koa was getting along just fine with them. Even mostly to Bell. Since he could see them as a good sibling kind of person! And as for my MUTUALS OC. I would say Aleks ( @alypink ), Abby ( @revnah1406 ), Charles ( @deeptrashwitch ) and Craig ( @kaitaiga ). And also ANY of my other mutuals Bell OC! So you can say he's very lucky to have them!

Future - Don't exactly know but I'm sure that he'll make new friends in the future! And he'll learn well with them as much as he learned from his current friends!

🔪 - Enemy/nemesis

All I could think of for Koa's nemesis AND enemy. Is ADLER. Mostly ADLER. After what he had pulled during the Cold War. Koa is NOT trusting him. EVER. That's why he left after they saved the world from getting NUKED by Perseus. It's not only HIM that Koa has trust issues with. He also doesn't trust Park, Sims and Hudson. And he never came back until he heard about Adler being kidnapped by the new Perseus splinter cells led by Vikhor 'Stitch' Kuzmin. So helping Mason, Hudson and Woods to save his ass. So yeah, that's the only people that I could think of. I never had thought about his enemy/nemesis in his PAST life but that's all I got.

There you go, pele! I hope this satisfy your answer and sorry for taking a while to answer this! Love ya!

The ask

[alicedrawslesmis]

I hope my presence here hasn't been just me complaining, cause I haven't dedicated myself to art in a while lol I am Burned Out... I don't like being a negative presence

in the Positivistic sense not in the new age sense? you know? not pretending to be happy when things are bad, I want my presence to be pulsating with life even if I'm sad or angry or numb. I try not to fall into negation. Most millennial humor I grew up with is this kinda ironic 'haha I'm so depressed 🤪' thing I just don't vibe with at all. I like feeling all my feelings. If I'm depressed and numb to it all then good, lets explore that. If I'm lost and aimless then good, let's be aimless and see where this can lead me to. I want to feel the full breadth of human experience and not live life negating it. I want to reflect on what I'm doing I want to create new things! Work with the world and not despite it

but unfortunately cause I'm totally lost at sea rn this means my posts are lacking and so the internet "persona" ends up being only someone who complains. That's not where I'm at. I don't even know if this makes sense to other people who can't see my brain, am I even making sense. Anyway

I am experimenting with a lot of things art-wise to get my groove on. I've bean reading a bunch. I've been lifting weights which is turns out is super fun and I should've started ages ago. Like I didn't believe the gym could be fun, I thought people were just faking it but it turns out like. It's just self expression like any other activity. And I love to see number go up. And I love making that face you do when you're lifting heavy weights you know the one? And grunting. It's very freeing to just be able to do that. Like all my life I've been bogged down by thinking the gym is for assholes and that I should try to do the Normal Sports that I honestly fucking hate. I hate ball sports. I don't understand swimming as a sport you're trapped doing laps in that freaking pool it's the most boring sport of all time. Sure I liked thinking about nothing and swimming but laps in a pool?? Devil invention. Running is kinda the same although you can run interesting places and aren't trapped in a blue rectangle. Just do the sport you actually want to do. Go to a fight club idk. Learn to kickbox. Punch some stuff. Do push ups, I love doing push ups.

What else? I've been walking my dog for 2hours every day late in the afternoon and getting to hang with his friends at the dog park. He isn't very friendly but he's also not aggressive so it's mostly chill. He's made a friend named Draco Malfoy (she made sure to tell me it was her kid daughter's idea) and everyone calls my dog Sirius Black cause he's got black fur and is, and this is the technical term, giant. Kind of annoying that Harry Potter is still the main thing people go to to describe him. Except for one security guard who I thought was gonna say he looks like Sirius but then said he looks like Sam from Twilight. This was an awesome day

I've been trying to sew and mend my clothes. I replaced the buckle in my bag cause it was broken and I feel kind of amazing about it.

I've been writing some stuff. All unfinished yet. I want to see if I can finish the short story I've been trying to work on besides the Les Mis scripts. I have trouble finishing things I write, which is a problem that, if AO3 is any indication, is probably the world's most common roadblock in writing.

Went to the satanic themed goth club on good friday, that was so fun. We had a blast. Place was PACKED. All goths have the same sense of humor.

I guess that's it for life stuff. I do feel kinda bad that I can't get myself to make fanart right now. I'm just having thoughts on the nature of art and of fanart and the impact of it on the world as a whole. And particularly thoughts on social media and the internet and what it even *is*. What is it for? We really need to work that out.

[peppermintquartz]

Rest

Miguel O Hara, Peter B Parker, Mayday Parker

Across the Spiderverse, G

*

He's just so damn tired. Everything is loud, and bright, and frenetic, and he can't look away, because if he looks away, some Spider-person or Spider-Thing out there is going to mess up in a way that he could have stopped it if he didn't look away.

But, God, he is tired. Lyla is bugging him to go to bed, but how can he when every other minute some Spider-Thing/Person/Robot is threatening to rebel against a Canon Event from occurring and thus risk the collapse of the entire human-arachno... Okay, fine. SPIDER-verse, whatever.

Stupid anomaly kid.

Poco a poco se anda lejos, he thinks as he searches another universe to identify their Spider-Person/Object/Phenomenon. Sometimes he finds them already broken. Those, he offers the scant comfort of all the other Spiders. Sometimes they have yet to face the toughest moments, and he has to deny all contact with them until they're ready. He has seen hundreds or maybe thousands of Uncle Bens, of police captains, of Gwen Stacies.

Of Gabe, of Dana, of-

"No, sweetheart, don't bother your uncle Miguel, ah f... I mean, ah, heck."

Miguel holds back a curse and shuts his eyes to count his breath, getting all the way to ocho before someone crashes into his chest and he instinctively wraps his arms around a giggly, tousled Spider-toddler.

Obviously that's not her designation, but it's not as if Mayday will be out in the field.

Peter B. Parker swings up and lands on the platform with a soft thud and holds out his arms for his daughter. "Thanks for catching her. She's really into hide-and-seek now and I am dreading to find out if she has invisibility powers."

Miguel surreptitiously squeezes Mayday before handing her back to her father. "I told you not to bring her here."

"We're all Spiders! Safest place in the multiverse." Parker raps twice on the side of his head. "Touch wood."

Miguel holds his tongue. Parker has been through the Canon Events and, much as Miguel doesn't want to admit it, is one of the most resilient and resourceful Spider-Men out there.

Y tiene a su esposa e hija, his heart supplies and he shuts away that pang of loss. Peter B. Parker's earned it. He has gone through the heartaches that make Spider-Man Spider-Man.

Mayday burbles something. Miguel turns to look at her and is greeted with a face full of webbing.

"Nab! Un Mi-el nab wimmee. Nab!"

Pulling the webbing off his face, Miguel frowns and asks Parker, "What's she saying?"

"I think she wants her nap," says Parker slowly.

"Un Mi-el nab wib MEEE!" Mayday yells, more webbing shooting from her wrists that lands on Miguel's chest. Before Miguel can rip the webbing off - seriously, what the hell, Parker, babies should not be equipped with webshooters - Mayday has latched onto Miguel's front. Her little fingers dig into the uniform and he cradles her diapered behind with his left forearm before she can lose her grip.

Lyla chooses that moment to pop up. "I think Miss Parker wants you to nap with her."

"What? No. I have to look through the next-"

"You haven't slept for 37 hours," Lyla interrupts sweetly.

Parker is alarmed. "Thirty-seven hours? Oh hell no, you go take a nap with Mayday right now, down there where I can keep an eye on her and you."

"Parker, I have to keep looking-"

"I have eyes, and Lyla can assist. You go take a nap." Parker narrows his eyes, like he can be anywhere near intimidating in his fuzzy bathrobe and slippers. "Don't make me web you to the wall."

Miguel wants to challenge that, but Parker may just do it because he is a bas- an idi- a really stupid person, so he holds Mayday closer to himself and jumps down to the floor of the room to find a corner where he can still keep an eye on the entrance.

"Close your eyes," Parker threatens with a smile. "You don't want me to sing a lullaby, do you?"

Miguel covers Mayday's ears with his right hand and his chest. "Shut up, asshole."

Parker grins. "Take a nap, Miguel. I promise I'll keep an eye on everything." He stares when Mayday yawns and snuggles up to the stoic Miguel. "And you take care of my baby girl now."

[thelongestway]

Hello!! This is @cringe-but-freee (just sending this from my main blog haha) - i hope you’re okay with me popping in here ><

I saw your tags on my art about ebling mis being your favourite and I was just curious about what you like about him? (/genuine bc I love hearing about diff ppls faves from the series!)

Also, just wanted to say thank you for liking my art, also also a foundation game sounds so based - have fun with it, and I hope you have a good day ^^

"Ga-LAX-y!" I am absolutely OK with you popping in here - feel free! Had to wait through an Internet outage to get back to you, though! Long post with pictures, so under the cut.

(all pictures by Tais Yastremska)

So, Ebling Mis. Aside from "I played a game where I was his chain smoking daughter" and "Asimov probably wrote him from someone in the intellectual milieus that he inhabited because I know like 10 of these people and they're both intermittently assholes and great fun", Mis is really fun because of his place in the narrative.

In a way, the story of Foundation is the story of "scientist realizes that at certain points of history the scientific milieu isn't an appropriate solution, and sets it up so other social institutions take center stage". And after the beginning of the Foundation, you don't really get... Well, scientists. Mis is one of the few - and he is rather blatantly used and discarded.

Still, I like how he's written. He's got that specific brand of arrogance that it takes to get tenure or become an academic freak, depending on luck. He's a bit of a showoff, and I'm tempted to attribute to him the word "unprintable" as a swear, and honestly, in reality he would be *so* annoying, but he's really entertaining for me to watch.

And the psionics-fueled decline into madness... One of the reasons it's not stopped, I think, is because it's supposed to look so much like the popular portrayals of genius. The first time you read that story, you get the impression that Mis is just... Like That. He's a crazy asshole, of course he's gonna hyperfocus on stuff to death. That's one of the aspects which Mule plays like a visisonar.

And then things fall into place, and you go "oh fuck", but it's too late. Foundation's last psychologist dies. And it's such a damn shame. For a psychologist, Mis is unusually high Int/low Wis, and it's a type of trainwreck I like to watch... And wish it weren't the way it turned out.

So in our Foundation games it turned out a little differently, most runs.

That's about it - hope you enjoyed the answer and the art!

[bleep-blop-lizard-hop]

Warrior Thought

Warrior S3E9

Father Jun AND Lai??? Noooooo 😭😭😭😭😭

THE WRITERS ARE EVIL THIS SEASON 

I can’t even be properly happy about Nellie returning after being MIA for three episodes!

The opening scene with Lai going after Dickland alone was nerve wracking! At least she killed the asshole henchman with the whip. We know Dickland was a soldier and trained with the sword. Lai is a badass, but she’s too angry and not strategic enough. I wish it was different, but Dickland is literally the final boss. He won’t be taken down this easily. The way he was taunting her and giving her sword back ughh the arrogance! 

Every time I see Ah Toy I’m like “ma’am why aren’t you looking for your daughter??” But I know it’s actually the writers fault. We don’t know Lai’s dead until Nellie brings her body back to Ah Toy. Imagine losing your vineyard, your wife breaking up with you, and suddenly your daughter’s dead body is dumped at your door. Ah Toy knows she can’t blame this one on Nellie. She brought Lai back to Chinatown and now she’s dead. Ah Toy and Nellie cleaning Lai’s body for burial.

Nellie: “She deserves Justice.”

Ah Toy: “Justice come in many ways.”

Nellie: “Yes.”

Ohhhhh hell yeah, they’re really doing this! Nellie doesn’t give a single fuck anymore! The system is rigged, time for Justice their way! Ah Toy and Nellie are ride or die for revenge together! I hope they kill that bastard painfully and avenge their girls!

I knew Father Jun was coming, but damn it didn’t hurt any less. Poor Young Jun! Their relationship wasn’t perfect, but they still loved each other. Even if Father Jun didn’t say it back. In the end, he became like Long Zhii. He didn’t want a slow, agonizing death. He fought for everything he had, and went out on his own terms. RIP to a Warrior legend. Chao gave a very beautiful eulogy at his funeral.

Yan Mi is arrested because Lee recognized her at the wedding. To her credit, she didn’t say anything about the Hop Wei. Instead, it’s Ah Sahm who betrays them to save her. But it was a difficult choice. Love vs Duty is one hell of a battle. Ah Sahm still care about Young Jun, but never belonged in a tong. He was literally bought by them, fresh off the boat. He just want to be a good guy and protect his people. I don’t think he’s getting on that train with Yan Mi, because he still need to complete his hero arc. Watching Ah Sahm and Young Jun’s relationship deteriorate like this is heartbreaking. We got one last scene with them together before all hell breaks loose.

Poor Hong in this episode! He just wanted to have a nice, romantic night with his bf at the gay club! But then he got hit on by a cop. The same cop who put a fucking gun to his head and beat up his people. Of course he would get triggered! NO fucking racist pigs at Pride!!! Then they broke up and it was sad. Ughhhhhhh why must they torture the gays???

Mai Ling and Li Yong going from marriage to divorce real quick. Mai Ling is afraid of him because she knows she made him do terrible shit. But this is literally LI YONG! He always did everything for her, he murdered his best friend/mentor for her! Now she’s treating him like the plague! Though maybe some of it is residual trauma from her first abusive marriage. Li Yong looks like he’s leaving the Long Zhii, so Mai Ling will be extremely vulnerable. 

Chao is confronted by Happy Jack’s crew and their new leader, Isaac. Chao being Chao, cuts a deal with them by spilling the location of the plates. Hop Wei, Long Zhi, Happy Isaac crew, and Secret Service…it’s gonna be a goddamn bloodbath! 

Bill literally fighting his way to a promotion as Police Chief.

I don’t like to talk about Leary but that bar brawl at the end! Made that guy eat wood and busted his jaw open! Daaaammn

Only one more episode left holy shit! Crying shaking throwing up! PLEASE let us have a season 4!!!

[ofthecaravel]

got tagged by mi amor @greenrubbersoul to do this a million years ago and forgot but im quarantining on christmas so nows the time!!

What book are you currently reading?

The Mountain In The Sea by Ray Nayler!! It’s like Arrival meets octopuses

What’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year?

EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE HANDS DOOOOWWNNN everybody go watch it right fucking now

What do you usually wear?

I dress like a 12 year old boy or an alternative artsy asshole or both!! I love a weird graphic tee and I wear almost only black!!

How tall are you?

5′6! average height

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

I’m a Cancer and I do share a birthday with a few celebrities but y’all don’t need to know my birthday

Do you go by your name or a nick-name?

Irl I go by my actual name and Karou is a nickname so kinda both actually

sorry to those that didn’t know karou isn’t my actual name sorry for being a hashtag fraud

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

I wanted to be a ballerina firefighter astronaut so..........no

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

Yes I certainly am and thank my lucky stars for her every day

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

I’m good at portraiture and cartoons and deeply, deeply terrible at ceramics

Dogs or cats?

Cats >:)))))))))

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

i did a few non-gvf related portraits I was proud of but idk if y’all would be interested in seeing em lol

i was very proud of my october work!!! mostly carrie josh and playboy danny

What’s something you would like to create content for?

i’ve always kind of wanted to do my own children’s book! something akin to Gustavo the Ghost probably

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

Preacher’s Daughter by Ethel Cain also Knuckle Velvet by Ethel Cain also the whimsigothic aesthetic

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

i was excited to do more tech theatre this year but turns out I hate it oops

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

i can do impressions agjhaghaj 

Are you religious?

i’m not but i respect people’s beliefs

What’s something you wish to have at this moment?

i wish to have better health cause ya girl has covid

i also wish to have my gf with me rn which is corny but alas im a cornball

no pressure to participate but i am tagging @s0livagant @jackiidk and @t00turnttrauma

[ideahat-universe]

Veilguard is doing a Barv

So when I made that post about Dragon's Age: Veilguard, I was only really worried about the tone and the gameplay not being the same.

I didn't think that nearly everything would be different.

I am fascinated by this Taash character.

They are so awful. It is Alex YIIK bad. But Alex YIIK is supposed to be hated by the audience because he represents an autistic incel who doesn't understand that the world doesn't revolve around him.

This is undercut because the entire multiverse is about him, but that's a fraction of why YIIK is a frustrating experience.

But here we have an Alex YIIK without countermeasures. Taash doesn't get chewed out for demanding something that is inconvenient. She has no manners, so she's rude to everyone but if you mis-gender her, you pulled a barv and do some push ups to make up for your mistake.

Did I say "her"? Whoops! I'm pulling a Barv, which wouldn't be a punishment for me because pushups and sit-ups are based.

I used to turn on the Zen channel and just do push ups to Mystery Train for fun.

What I'm saying is, if I could roleplay in this ROLE PLAYING GAME. I would Role Play as an asshole that would piss off Taash on purpose and hopefully trigger a fight.

It's what I did in Mass Effect one with Wrex, it's what I did in Dragon Age, one with Wynn, Sten, and Alistar.

Hell, in Sakura Wars: So long my love I would throw hands with the girls even though you're supposed to set yourself up for a soft harem.

Don't like really bitchy personality archetypes, so Taash being a Them is one thing, but Taash just being extremely antisocial drives me to want to fight them. I don't want to be Taash's friend. I want to fight Taash and humble them.

But the game doesn't allow that, the game doesn't make Taash out to be a pathetic loser like it does with Alex in YIIK. That might sound like a negative but getting knocked off your high horse IS relatable and being willing to correct yourself is endearing.

I mean, all the other characters are bland except for the Necromancer guy who would fit in well in a Cartoon show or a comedy animated series on YouTube. It's very wholesome and comfy that he's an extremely friendly and magnanimous necromancer.

But it's not Dragon Age at all. To make this more like Dragon Age, it would require him basically immoral despite this like I don't know, instead of a goofy skeleton assistant, it's his daughter, and the implication that is inability to cope with death drove him to desecrate his own daughter's grave and he knows that doing this keeps her soul from being at rest but he struggles to move on from her tragic death. The worst part is that his daughter's soul has no agency. All interactions are actually with a Desire Demon that is pretending to be his undead daughter.

That sounds interesting to me, I don't know about you.

Here's something else. What if Taash is literally a Them? What if, follow me here, what if Taash's thoughts about their identity are a pysop from the dragons? Stop, stop! Don't walk away from me!

She's a dragon slayer and Dragons in Dragon Age are some of the most powerful creatures to exist. What if a Dragon cursed Taash into having systematic self doubt?

The average person never lies in their bed, wondering who they are physically. It's always their exploits, their actions that define them, and people will spend their entire life trying to craft a worthwhile life story for themselves.

Taash and their exploits will give the impression that they are impregnable. But when they cannot slay and need to socialize, they fail at it because they hear conflicting thoughts dripped into them by a Dragon curse. They use their stubbornness to smash through the gender identity issues they have, but it only results in them alienating those who don't understand them.

Taash has a slow burn to madness as minor mistakes people make when addressing them if unpunished makes them angry and violent.

The player has to make a choice. Technically Taash's problem is the conflict, not whether Taash is male or female or neither. If they can get them to find true self actualization, the curse breaks.

Alternatively, they can send Taash packing or kill them.

These were the choices and narratives that were standard in Dragon Age, but not anymore.

Several years ago companies gained the ability to be seen as a person and with it they gained traits that were originally exclusive to only human beings.

Well, a slow, agonizing death is quite the human experience. I hope Bioware enjoys it.