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wow so cute. NOT! who the hell do you think you are
#trick question he doesn't know#94#also i loove the 3 mouth...#in a soft subtle way#the protein bar thing is very projectingful of me but genuinely#i actually do like protein bars but i've had hundreds over the past 16 months so i know how disgusting they can be#i feel like protein bar addiction is such a specific experience#addiction is a strong word it's just the food i autistically latched onto after aldi stopped selling my keto bagels#not that i believe in keto. but they worked for me...#i ate those w 2 eggs+egg whites every day for half a year almost without fail#and then i lost them forever and then i went through a phase where i struggled to eat and then i started going batshit w protein bars#i had 3 1/2 today it's not looking too good#that's because i went a few weeks or maybe a month without any and whenever i get a new box#after not having any for a while i tend to go through it really fast#and i get them at sam's club too so they're big boxes yk it's kind of embarrassing#it's a big part of my diet. don't do this to yourself ever#what the hell was my point my point was that a super solider diet requires a lot of protein and bucky would not do well w eating enough#so he starts relying on protein bars because it's the same everytime and it's better than nothing#what do you think his favorites would be...#would love to hear about bucky's protein bar ranking tierlist
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Realised itâs @khoc-week so even though I donât have the energy to do it daily have this I did a while ago but never posted.
Arxeht my beloved. They came to me in a dream where I was a replica (of multiple people but looked most like Vidar) made by apprentice Nort/Xemnas, who was the fifteenth member of the organisation and also had my knowledge of hit video games Kingdom Hearts and kept getting randomly thrown through space and time.
#khocweek2024#kh oc#kh ocs#kingdom hearts oc#kingdom hearts original character#Arxeht#blue boi draws#kingdom hearts#kh#Arxeht my beloved I love them#Apprentice Nort started making them to help figure out memories and based them on people heâd get glimpses of in dreams#but he got distracted and only came back and finished them/woke them up around the beginning of Days after Xion#meaning they are theoretically younger then Xion and Roxas but with the way they act and view the others theyâre older#they woke up sorta all at once unlike Roxas and Xion. they also have basic knowledge about General Like that the kiddos lack#also their knowledge of how the game plays out is from the perspective of someone who played the games.#like theyâd know the âpress triangle for Soraâ meme and the differences between CoM and ReCoM and refer to time periods by their game name#also VERY AWARE that most kh games are tragedies and desperately trying to change that despite not really having the power to do so#Arxeht is shit at fighting but is saved from getting injured by any time theyâre about to get hit it triggers a jump through time/space#and the jumps can be really far and in fast succession. they start a jump in twilight town and are thrown through Daybreak Town#and like two other worlds until they settle and fef a chance to breathe. its handy because they wont die but jumps can happen#in the middle of a conversation or while theyâre trying to get somewhere in particular and then suddenly theyâre ten years in the past#in a whole different world. it sucks.#can you tell the dream they came from was a stress dream? 90% of what I remember from it was running around trying to get to Xion and Roxas#and keep them safe. the other 10% was the org not knowing what to think of Arx and Xemnas being weird#Arxeht is heart + x in a reflection of Xehanort being no heart + x btw. that did not come from the dream I made it awake#Xemnas was weird he had a very distant vaguely amused view on everything Arxeht was doing I donât think he ever thought of them as a threat#unlike Xigbar who was concerned which is fair because Arxeht knew he was Luxu and about MoM and stuff#the time jumps can get really long as well but tend to avoid kh era?? days onwards and bbs and before is fair game but they dont actually#meet Sora until kh2.#their main power is information. they know who people are and whatâs going on and they are constantly trying to tell people during the
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ATSV HEADCANON: they have a crush on you . . . â
warnings - none really, super fluffy and adorable :), semi-proof read so i apologize for grammatical errors if there are any! no use of name or y/n, gender-neutral reader!
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â . . . miles morales
I imagine you two already being well-acquainted friends with each other once he realized his feelings for you. For quite some time he had a crush on gwen but now his heart strings are pulling him towards you, so he's struggling when it comes to addressing his feelings.
If you're in the same room as Miles, he will stare. Any conversation that he was having before is long forgotten and all that's on his mind is you.
Miles doesn't need to study, he's one of the top students in school. But he continues to go on study dates with you because he likes being in your presence and sharing his headphones with you while eating yummy pastries.
He has an entire journal dedicated to you. Said journal includes: small journal entries of his day with you, little quotes of the funny/cute things you've said that stuck with him throughout the day, candid drawings of you that he created whenever you two hung out, cute sketches of you and him stargazing or slow-dancing together (and other secret drawings of him saving you as spider-man and cradling your body in his big strong arms but we won't get into that...)
Miles really can't get enough of you. He laughs extra loud at your jokes even if they aren't funny, his heartbeat quickens at the mention of your name, he'll offer you his jacket even if you don't need it, he always smiles when something reminds him of you, he'll share his headphones with you and shyly ask if you and him can make a "study playlist" (he listens to it at night while drawing you), and overall is just madly in love with you.
He wants to be with you more than anything, he's just struggling to find the right time to ask you. <3
"Hey, don't touch that! It's- No! It's not a diary, it's just...secret."
â . . . gwen stacy
She's pretty awkward herself. You were assigned to be partners for a project that would play a big part in your final grade, she came off slightly cold and seemed to be annoyed at your presence which made your relationship start off rocky. In reality she was just stressed, juggling her spider duties, getting kicked out of her house, and then school on top of that, it was just a lot. But when you made the effort to plan things and work around her busy schedule (that you didn't really know anything about) she started to become grateful for you.
Your parents welcomed her kindly each time she came over to study and whenever she would leave she was happy with a full belly and a sore face from smiling and laughing with you all night. The project was supposed to be done by the end of the semester but you and gwen were able to finish it the first month you got it. That didn't stop her bi-weekly visits, that then turned weekly, until she was suddenly walking home with you everyday, from and to school.
She likes to compare hands, shoes, and height just to see the difference in sizes. On walks back from school she'll give you a piggyback ride if you ask nicely. She also likes laying her head in your lap, if you run your fingers through her hair she'd be fast-asleep within 5 minutes.
You and her tend to share your oversized clothes together, You always wash her jackets/sweaters after you wear them, which she absolutely loves. She's fallen asleep curled up in your hoodie, inhaling the scent and listening to whatever song you rambled about the previous morning on repeat until she finally asks you to just make her a playlist. Hobie definitely knows about you, only because she slipped up by saying too much.
She enjoys staying over your house during rainy days. She tends to tense up whenever you're watching tv together on your bed and your head falls on her shoulder. During missions in other spider-verses gwen has taken little souvenirs from different worlds and given them to you, she always does it in a nonchalant way as if she wasn't grinning ear to ear on her way back, excited to see how you'd react.
You don't have sleepovers often but when you do they always seem more intimate than your usual hangouts. When you wake up and see gwen flustered on the other side of the bed you never understand why, not knowing that when you were fast asleep she woke up cuddled into you, nuzzling her body into yours.
"I-uhm. I-uh just had a weird dream. Nothing to worry about, heh.."
â . . . pavitr prabhakar
It's very obvious he has a crush on you, it might as well be written on his forehead. He follows you around like a lost puppy. He's constantly offering to carry your books, opening doors for you, paying for your snacks, and even giving you hand massages when you've been writing an essay for too long. He's just completely whipped for you and you're not even dating (yet).
You were a transfer student and he was assigned to show you around Mumbai. He found himself getting giddy at your cute reactions to the different sights he took you to. He adored how you were filled with so much curiosity and wonder, the awestruck look in your eyes when you saw the pretty lights at night and just how genuinely excited you seemed to stay and explore Mumbai. Since then, he's been glued to your side.
He's such a gentleman, you can tell he was raised right. Whenever you're talking his full attention is on you, nobody else matters in this moment but you. He'll even get a bit upset if someone cuts you off, ignoring whatever they're saying and urging you to continue. His legs feel wobbly around you, he gets dizzy at the sight of you, and he feels like he's floating whenever you smile at him.
There have been multiple occasions where you've caught him staring at you, depending on how he feels that day he'll either smirk and gently wave or quickly turn away with a blush on his face. He gushes about you to Hobie and Miles all of the time. They know so much about you and they've never even met you.
A true romantic. He buys you a singular flower one week out of the day, always explaining the meaning and where they originate from. (all of them are a variation of romance/love)
He tends to lean into you whenever you speak. More than one person has pointed out that you both tend to mirror each other's actions. He's feigning for your touch more than anything, a simple brush of your shoulders and he's full on putty in your hands.
He won't outright confront you when he figures out you like him, instead he'll invite you on a nightly walk. Taking you up to a rooftop with a gorgeous view, and gently resting his jacket on your shoulders. You'll sit for a while enjoying the scenery before he turns to you and says...
"a person as beautiful as yourself shouldn't wander this world alone.."
â . . . hobie brown
What a nightmare. He is constantly teasing and flirting with you. Always doubling over in laughter when he sees you get all flustered and the words you so badly wanna spew at him get stuck in your throat.
I imagine you both to be spider-people, you're a little more stuck-up than he is which is why he likes to tease you so much. Little by little your reactions fueled something deeper in him. He no-longer found himself flirting with you because he liked seeing how aggravated he could get you but because that was his way of approaching you and saying all of the things he wanted to while being able to play it off as a joke.
Besides teasing you relentlessly, he can be really caring and attentive to you when he wants to be. If you're in the medic he'll stop by pretty often to make sure you're okay. The only reason you found out is because you woke up to him fast asleep next to your bedside, feet propped on your bed and his vest laid across his torso like a blanket.
He'll eat the foods on your plate that you don't like. If you fall asleep he'll lay his vest onto your body and even move your position if it looks uncomfortable. If he senses danger before you he'll move you of the way as fast as he possibly can, but if he's not close enough he'll give you a heads up before anyone else. He tends to stare at you sometimes, always smiling gently to himself.
When you two get closer as friends he'll play any song on his guitar if you ask him nicely. He'll even give you lessons if you really want them. Carefully throwing his guitar over your torso, he brings his much larger hands to yours. You can feel his chest against your back, and the waves of his warm breath on your neck as he teaches you how to play. He'll also let you wear his jacket, saying it looks better on you than him. He might let you keep it, only in exchange for one of your jackets. (he sleeps with your jacket on, it makes him feel close to you.)
Hobie often checks up on you during missions, sometimes saying teasing phrases to get you riled up but mostly to make sure you're holding up okay. "you alright there, peaches? you took quite the hit."
Once he finds out you like him, he eases up on the teasing, but he doesn't refrain from dropping subtle hints of his knowingness that you like him. He's just waiting for you to finally say something.
"Yknow, if i ain't know any better i'd say you were doing this 'cause you like me."
â . . . miguel o' hara
You worked beside him in Alchemax, the two of you were assigned as partners. At first he didn't care much for you, simply telling you to stay out of his way and that he didn't need any help, but after Lyla practically forced him to be a cordial lab partner and work with you, he started to take a liking towards you. Sadly, it took months for him to tolerate you and even longer for him to like you.
Although he was quite stuck-up and practically seemed on edge most of the time, you were able to break through those confined walls and have a comfortable-playful work relationship with him. Every-time you made a joke or a light quip about his attitude he'd always respond with sarcasm, still not being able to hide the tiny smile that graced his face at your foolish acts.
He always runs his projects by you before submitting them. (and then lyla to triple check) He'll stop by and pick up empanadas from his favorite store, always boasting about how it's the best in Nueva York and you'll never taste anything better. Eventually he brings in a hefty share of empanadas that you two share over lunch time, your conversation flowing naturally without the teasing but with a fluffier feeling flowing through the air.
He pretends to be annoyed when he catches you over-working but he's genuinely worried for you. Always shaking his head in a disapproving way when he finds you fast asleep on your desk, papers scattered, and drool falling past your lips. Quietly scolding you in spanish before throwing his lab coat over your shoulders and organizing your papers neatly.
He tends to act unbothered when you do something that shows you care for him but in reality it makes his heart stutter and his stomach feel all loopy. He hates it because it makes him feel like a middle-schooler when they get their first crush but another part of him absolutely adores it and his main motivation to get up to go to work in the morning is you, although he'll never admit it.
If a co-worker is ever rude to you he will be the first to defend you, not hesitating to get in their face with a nasty scowl painting his features. On Friday's he made it his personal mission to walk you home, you two slowly walk side-by-side, quietly laughing to yourselves as you reminisce on lab accidents and old memories. There's a slight gleam in his eyes when you make it to your apartment door. He turns to you almost hesitantly, before stepping closer to you. He whispers a question, so quiet and soft you almost wouldn't be able to hear it.
"Can I kiss you?"
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So Ive had this prompt stuck in my head, dunno if you've done it before, but:
Billy unexpectedly powers down due to a villain's weapon. But instead of being, well, scruffy little billy, he ends up looking like a greek child with the toga (?) and all. What would the JL reaction be?
This whole incident started half a year ago with the divine beings in his head arguing about something. Arguing was a surprisingly common occurrence despite the fact that most of these guys were over thousands of years old. He tended to normally tune them out whenever this was happening.
Achilles: âBILLY!â
Marvel: *startles* âYes, Achilles?â
Achilles: âChiton or toga?â
Marvel: âHuh?
Mercury: âChiton or toga? Weâre making you a gift. Arenât we like so kind?â
Marvel: âA giftâŚ?��� *sounds weary* âI donât like the sound of that. What are you planning?â
Zeus: âNothing!â
Marvel: âSolomon?â
Solomon: âIt really is nothing. This will actually aid you in case of any accidents while in field.â
Marvel: âOkay thenâŚâ
Hercules: âNOW PICK!â
Marvel: âAlright, alright, dang. Uh⌠Whatâs a chiton?â
Zeus: âWhatâs a- Whatâs a chiton? Iâve never felt such a shame for one of my children before.â
Marvel: âIâm not your kid, but okay.â
Solomon: âBilly, a chiton is a tunic that was worn traditionally by the Greeks.â
Marvel: âOooh. Uh⌠okay then I pick that one.â
Zeus: âHa ha, suck it Atlas!â
Atlas: âI also wanted him to pick the ChitonâŚ?â
Zeus: âI know. I just donât like you. I thought that was obvious by now.â
Billy didnât know that Robin was like five feet away and watching this entire interaction go down. To Damian, this grown ass man was just having a full conversation with himself, oblivious to the world. He reported this behavior to his father later.
Batman: âThatâs normal.â
Robin!Damian: âPardon?â
Batman: âThatâs normal for Marvel. Think nothing of it.â
Anyways, fast forward six months. Billy forgot about the gift thing the Gods were talking about. Mostly because they hadnât even given him the gift. Then the time came when Billy was forced to be detransformed. All because of a stupid villainâs machine going haywire. Sivana could do better. So now, Billy was standing in front of the JL who had surrounded him in a half circle.
(Ancient Greek is in italics)
Billy: âUh⌠Hello?â *doesnât even realize heâs decked out in the Ancient Greek drip, complete with the chiton from earlier*
JL: *staring in befuddlement*
Supes: âHeâs been de-aged?â
WW: *steps forward* âBrother?â
Mercury: âOkay, Billy, stare at her for like three seconds and then be like youâre Zeusâs kin?â
Billy: *doesnât even know why heâs doing this but does the three second stare* âYouâre Zeusâ kin?â
Mercury: âYouâre my favorite champion now.â
WW: âI am. I am Diana Prince. Itâs a pleasure to meet you. What is your name?â
Solomon: âThavma is a nice choice.â
Zeus: âSo is Keraunos. Which is arguably better because it means lightning.â
Billy: âThavma, or Keraunos. Either is fine.â
Flash: *whispering to Batman* âSpooky, whatâre they saying?â
Batman: âI donât know. Iâm versed in Greek, not Ancient Greek. I can just barely make out an eighth of the words theyâre saying.â
Soon after all of this, he was taken to the Watchtower. The JL dropped him off in a rec room and assigned Robin to watch him so the team could go to a meeting room to discuss the whole ordeal.
Robin!Damian: *looking him up and down*
Billy: *can feel the judgment through Robinâs mask* âWhat is it?â
Robin!Damian: âWhat?â
Billy: âI said what is it?â
Robin!Damian: âTt. A language barrier.â
Billy: *frog blinks* âLanguage barrierâŚ?â
Solomon: âIâll just turn off the Ancient Greek for you.â
Billy: *clears his throat* âCan you understand me now?â *slight Greek accent still there*
Robin!Damian: âMore clearly. Yes.â
Billy: âCool, now what is it?â
Robin!Damian: âPardon?â
Billy: âWhat is it? I can tell youâre staring at me judgmentally through that thing on your face.â
Robin!Damian: *visibly bristles* âI am not.â
Billy: âYes, you are.â
Robin!Damian: âI am not.â
Billy: âYou are.â
Robin!Damian: âAm not.â
Billy: âYuh huh.â
Robin!Damian: âNuh uh-â *realizes he let that leave his mouth* âWhy are you acting like a child?
Billy: âI am a child.â
Robin!Damian: *stares at him for a couple moments* âThe reason I am staring at you judgmentally, is that I had previously assumed you had been born an adult.â
Billy: âWho told you that?â
Robin!Damian: âNightwing.â
Billy: *remembers heâs not supposed to know who that is* âWho?â
Robin!Damian: âHeâs someone youâll meet when youâre an adult.â
Billy: âOkayâŚ?â
*silence*
Somehow, the two ended up crawling in the vents together. You couldnât even ask Billy how it happened.
Robin!Damian: âCrawl faster.â
Billy: âIâm trying.â
They spent a while up there, crawling around, eavesdropping, stopping every now and then in the kitchen for snacks.
Robin!Damian: âThis is chocolate.â *hands him a chocolate bar*
Billy: *eyes literally shining as he looks at the bar because he rarely gets to have chocolate*
Robin!Damian: âYou open it like so.â *opens his own bar* âNow come. We must continue on the move. Back to the vents.â
This went on until the JL started to look for them.
Flash: *searching the rec room frantically because they shouldâve been here*
Robin!Damian and Billy: *descend from the vents*
Robin!Damian: âWhat do you need speedster?â
Flash: *screams*
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Friends With Benefits Headcannons
Ot7 x Reader
Summary: How they would handle being in a fwb relationship(as well as some of their preferences in bed)
Warnings: +18 mdni, smut. Mentions of oral (m and f receiving), bondage, degradation, marking,
A/N: Could not get this concept to leave me alone while working on requests, so I thought Iâd subject you all to my brainrot as well, bc I mean, thatâs kinda the point of this blog, right?(sorry not sorry)
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Jin:
Was slightly hesitant when you first brought it up, but quickly came around to the idea. (Might have had feelings for you already, and knows thatâs a no-go in these kinds of relationships, but in his mind that just made the shift in dynamic that much easier.)
Starts out really soft and sweet with you, not wanting to shock you or make you uncomfortable, but gets increasingly more intense and kinky as yâall get more comfortable with each other.
Is obsessed with your thighs and holds onto them for dear life when you ride him. Not so secretly loves âaccidentallyâ leaving marks on them.
Wants to be tied up and be used and edged till heâs crying from overstimulation.
So fucking loud in bed, youâve had to cover his mouth a few times to keep others from overhearing the two of you(turns out he likes that though, as well as choking)
The emphasis in your relationship is still on âfriendsâ tho. Half of the time you hang out with everyone else like normal, but there are those nights when one of you asks under your breath âcan you stay after the others leave?â
Lowkey starts getting a little possessive after a bit, fucking you like heâs got something to prove if he catches you looking at someone else. âSaw how you were looking at them. Bet they canât fuck you this good, yeah? Canât make you cream like this cock.â
Probably winds up confessing his feelings to you bc of this, but then you admit youâve been feeling the same way. Turns out youâre just two idiots in love(good for yâallđ)
Yoongi:
Just comes out with it one day when yâall are hanging out, like âYou wanna hookup?â
Heâs super respectful about it, of course, but thereâs a casualness to his approach that makes it easy to talk about. You wouldnât know this was his first fwb arrangement from the way he acts.(Heâs thought about it before, but heâs never actually followed through)
Chronically calls you in the middle of the night, asking if he can come over cause he canât sleep.
Obviously, heâs Mr. Tongue Technology for a reason. He wonât even put his dick near you until youâve cum on his mouth at least once, arms hooked around your thighs to keep you right where he wants you.
Surprisingly soft in bed, unless heâs had a really frustrating week, and then heâs pounding into you so hard you canât walk right the next day, running his mouth the whole time like âSuch a pretty little cocksleeve.â
He tends to feel really guilty afterwards though, so his aftercare is god tier. Warm baths and reassuring words, massaging any sore muscles, will even cook for you if you want.
Addicted to kissing you. Will straight up ask you, like âIâm bored, wanna make out?â Heâs not content until heâs sucking on your tongue.(might have a slight oral fixation)
I could see him maybe catching feelings? But if he does, you will never know unless you bring it up first, cause he will take that shit to the grave before fucking things up with you.
Hobi:
Oddly enough, I think he would really love this dynamic? Like thereâs something just so comfortable about the fact that itâs you and him that makes it easy for him to let go.
When the subject came up, he kinda just went with it, almost out of curiosity, but he very quickly became addicted to feeling of you around him.
Love, love, loves sneaky quickies, dragging you off to the bathroom when you're out with friends, having to be as silent as possible so no one overhears yâall, despite him pistoning himself into you as fast as humanly possible. Knowing youâre going around the rest of the night with his cum leaking out of you makes him crazy.
The term âsweet but psychoâ comes to mind, bc you never know which Hobi youâre going to get; The sweet one that kisses and caresses you softly as he rolls his hips into yours, or the dark one that shoves your face down in the pillows as he relentlessly pounds into you from behind.
Has a way of saying the filthiest things so that theyâre somehow almost sweet? âYouâre my little whore arenât you? No one elseâs, only mine.â
Loves buying you things to you to model/wear for him, mainly lingerie, but it can be anything he saw and thought youâd look cute in(not jewelry tho, he worries about that coming off as too intimate or relationship-y)
Ends up catching feelings, but takes so long to confess that itâs obvious to everyone but him.
Namjoon:
This dynamic would work really well for him, until it doesnât.
When you first suggested the idea, he was super into it. He has a fear of getting over-attached, so he likes the easy, casual nature of it, but heâs a romantic deep down and that starts to bleed into his actions.
Tends to call you when heâs stressed, fucking all of his frustrations out into you, pounding into you from behind with your face burried in the pillows.
Other times, heâs so soft and tender, kissing and worshipping every inch of you while fucking you so nice and slow you could cry(and you have)
Loves watching you suck him off, real slow and sloppy like, and has invited you to his studio on multiple occasions for the sole purpose of this, cause itâs one of his favorite fantasies.
His other favorite tho is when you pin his hands to the bed and ride him(heâs mentioned it in too many songs to not mention). Watching you take control and use him for your own pleasure drives him wild.
I could see him fucking up and saying I love you during sex, though whether he realizes at the time is debatable.
Jimin:
Neither of you exactly brought it up, things just sort of escalated after a few too many drinks, and suddenly you were on his lap making out.
Once your brains managed to catch up, you kinda sat back like wtf?! But you both admitted you really wanted to continue, so things just kinda progressed naturally from there.
Honestly, Itâs so close to dating, idk why yâall donât just admit you love each other and save the trouble of âsneaking aroundâ(Poor Jk has walked in on too many things that he canât unsee)
Gets off on your pleasure, would happily spend the whole night with his head between your legs if youâd let him.
Needs to keep his mouth busy at all times. Will just come up to you, pouting like đĽşâI want kisses.â
Found out he was into choking by accident while you were riding him once and lost your balance and your hand slipped to his neck and he almost came on the spot. The feeling of you controlling his breath makes him lightheaded in more than one way.
His favorite is when you spoon/sit behind him and jerk him off, one hand on his cock and one hand around his throat, whispering the sweetest filthy things in his ear the whole time.(Call him âgood boyâ and his knees will buckle)
Taehyung:
Probably brought it up first out of morbid curiosity as you were both talking one night, but was so relieved you said yes.
Yâall are almost more cuddle buddies than anything else bc he just loves casual affection, holding you close, tracing his hands over your skin.
When yâall do have sex though, heâs super intense. Lots of eye contact and deep kisses as he rolls his hips into yours, practically laying on top of you(or you on top of him, heâs not choosey). He just wants to be as close to you as humanly possible.
Likes taking you out on lil dates, even though you told him thatâs not quite what fwbâs do, but he doesnât care. He considers it a form of foreplay, plus he just likes to spoil you.
Really gets off on you marking him up. He loves finding your little masterpieces scratched into his back the next morning and wears them with pride.
One of his favorites tho is watching you fall apart on his fingers, especially while yours are wrapped tightly around his cock.
Has called you multiple times in the middle of the night while jerking off because he cums better to the sound of your voice.
Might end up catching feelings, but it would take him a bit to realize because of the aesthetically romanticized way he views your relationship.
Jungkook:
He was probably the one who brought it up initially, half joking, like âWell, why donât we just fuck?â But then when you started actually considering it, he was like đłâholy shit wait really?!â
Honestly, he does quite well with this arrangement, it almost becomes a weekly routine for the two you: you meet up, you hang out/have dinner, you fuck. Sounds like the perfect evening to him, tbh.
Heâs actually such a big softie. Loves slow, deep sex where it just hands trailing everywhere, lips on lips, swallowing each other's moans and sighs. (He doesnât admit it at first, but he loves it when you sleep over so he can hold/cuddle you.)
But he also loves being rough with you, manhandling you into whatever position he wants and pounding into you till you're screaming his name.
(honestly, he probably goes between both styles in the same session)
He has crazy high stamina, so yâall almost always go multiple rounds, not stopping till both of you are absolutely wrecked (âIâm not done yet, understand?â)
Wants you to sit on his face, and I mean sit. He gets so irritated with that hovering bullshit and will pull you down on him. âWhat, you think I canât handle it or smth?!â
It wouldnât be a Jk list if I didnât bring up his possessive streak, so yeah, donât let him catch you looking at anyone else, unless you want to not walk properly tomorrow. He doesnât care that yâall aren't a technical couple, your his and heâs yours.
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Fallout 4.
There is a settlement in Fallout 4 called Spectacle Island. It's situated off the coast of the southern half of the map, and is one of the largest settlements you can acquire in the base game.
Fallout 4's settlement system allows you to set up supply lines between settlements, which allows them to share basic resources like food and water, as well as component items you need for crafting. This will also set up a settler on that supply line who can be encountered in the world moving between the two settlements, which can create some interesting encounters.
You can set up supply lines to and from Spectacle Island, but the game doesn't have any functioning boats and NPCs aren't supposed to swim, so the settlers will just kinda hang out on the coast with a brahmin. Fallout 4.
Functionally, the supply line still works and the settlement will share resources with wherever you set it up, but cosmetically it isn't a great look to have someone longingly look out to the coast with a pack brahmin.
However, if the settler is wearing power armor, they can just walk along the bottom of the ocean between Spectacle Island and your other settlement just fine. Fallout 4.
The problem is, you can't assign settlers to power armor. Fallout 4.
Well, I know for a fact that settlers CAN get into power armor, as it's happened to me and several other people in the past. If the settler is engaged in combat and if they have a fusion core, they will- sometimes - enter an empty suit for the fight.
However, they have to be close to the power armor (which, I mean, yeah), and Spectacle Island is one of the largest settlements in the game, so the chances of a settler being close to the power armor while they're in combat is low. Thankfully, in workshop mode, you can tell settlers to go to a certain location. Less thankfully, they will walk as slowly as possible to where you need them to go, and they tend to get distracted on the way by anything and everything, requiring constant guidance the entire path. On top of that, as soon as they reach the requested destination, they will wait there for all of two seconds before getting bored and going back to wandering aimlessly. Fallout 4.
Well, I put a fusion core in the settler's inventory and hold their hand as they walk to the shed where I'm keeping the power armor. There are ways of bringing enemies directly to a settlement thanks to a DLC I have installed, but it's a long and slow process that I really didn't want to have to deal with, so I used console commands to spawn in a Deathclaw Matriarch, a high-level enemy. However, at my high level and with the defenses I have set up, the deathclaw takes about all of thirty seconds to take down, which isn't enough time for my settler to decide to get in the power armor. Fallout 4.
After this, I start spawning Deathclaw Matriarchs in 2-4 at a time. My settler keeps running out of the shed to fight the deathclaws with a base-level pipe pistol and getting knocked down instantly, which prevents him from entering the power armor. I decide to use the power armor to trap the settler inside the shed, so that the only way to leave us to enter the power armor. The deathclaws are still dying too fast, and I still have to spawn them in multiples to keep combat going as long as possible. The settler simply won't get in the power armor. He's clipping through and getting stuck on the power armor, but not entering it. Fallout 4.
Miraculously, after about 12 Deathclaw Matriarchs had their lives taken as unceremoniously as they were given, my settler finally decided that now was the time to enter my power armor. I could now safely assign him to a supply line. I usually liked to give my supply line settlers higher-level weapons since they tend to encounter enemies pretty frequently. Plus, basic pipe weapons look really small and awkward when paired with a beefy suit of power armor, and this entire endeavor has been for cosmetics' sake, so I walk up to my settler and press the talk key. Instead of hearing my character ask to trade a few things, I instead hear:
"I need you to get out of your power armor."
My settler agreed and was more than eager to hop out of a top-of-the-line suit of T-45d Power Armor. Fallout 4.
I gave him the weapon I wanted him to have equipped and started the entire endeavor over, with another dozen Deathclaw Matriarchs dying for the express purpose of forcing a settler into a suit of power armor. But, well, it worked again, and he had the Assault Rifle I wanted him to be using. I hit the quicksave key as fast as I could because if Fallout 4 knows you've done a lot of things since you last saved, it will crash just to make you do it all again, because Fallout 4 is a vindictive and spiteful force of evil.
All of this so I could see my settler do this:
Fallout 4.
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What Happens in Vegas
Max Verstappen x Red Bull driver!Reader
Summary: the morning after the Las Vegas Grand Prix, you wake up with one new wedding ring and zero clue about what happened ⌠or who your husband is
You wake up with a pounding headache, the sunlight filtering through the curtains feeling like daggers in your eyes. Groaning, you roll over and glance at the clock on the nightstand.
12:37 pm.
Far later than you would normally sleep, but given the circumstances, not entirely surprising.
The night before was the Las Vegas Grand Prix and things had gotten a little out of hand afterwards. Okay, more like a lot out of hand.
The details are fuzzy but you vaguely recall dancing on a table at some point and did someone get pushed into the hotel fountain?
Ugh. You make a mental note to apologize to whoever ended up taking an unexpected late-night swim last night.
Sitting up slowly, you rub your temples, trying to ease the jackhammer currently going off in your head. Getting blackout drunk maybe wasnât the most professional move, but hey, what happens in Vegas and all that.
You stumble into the bathroom, turning on the faucet and splashing some cold water on your face. As you reach for a towel, the glint of metal on your left hand makes you pause.
No. It canât be.
But there it is, a simple gold band around your ring finger.
A wedding ring.
Your wedding ring, apparently.
âWhat the hell?â You mutter, staring at your reflection in disbelief.
You rack your brain, trying desperately to remember what happened last night. But itâs no use, the details are lost in an alcohol-induced haze.
You married someone last night. In Vegas. While ridiculously drunk.
This is bad. Really bad.
Your career, your reputation, everything is on the line here. Who knows what kind of scandal this could cause if word got out? You need to figure out who you married and do damage control, fast.
Taking a deep breath, you try to calm the rising panic. Freaking out wonât solve anything right now. You need answers and sitting here panicking wonât get you any. Time to do some investigating.
You quickly throw on some clothes and head downstairs to the hotel lobby. The drivers had agreed to meet for brunch today before getting thoroughly wasted last night. Maybe one of them knows something.
As you step out of the elevator, you immediately spot a group of your friends chatting in the lobby. Max, Charles, Lando ⌠the usual suspects.
Lando is the first to spot you. âWell good morning, Mrs. Lando Norris,â he says with a cheeky grin.
You freeze. No way. Thereâs no way you married Lando. The kid is like a little brother to you. An obnoxious, hyperactive little brother. But Lando just laughs at your stunned expression.
âKidding! You should see your face right now,â he giggles. Little punk. But at least that rules out Lando as your surprise husband.
You roll your eyes and shove Lando playfully before turning to the others. âSo, crazy night last night, huh?â You say, aiming for nonchalance.
Max shrugs. âI mean, itâs Vegas. Things do tend to get wild.â
âRight, wild,â you echo. Time to cut to the chase. âSo wild that I ended up getting married apparently.â
You hold up your left hand, wedding ring glinting in the light. The others stare at it then at each other, puzzled.
âWait, you actually got married last night?â Charles asks incredulously.
You throw your hands up in exasperation. âYes! And I have no idea who I married. Come on mates, you must remember something from last night that can help me figure this out.â
But their faces are blank, everyone shaking their heads. Useless, the whole lot of them.
You turn to Max, who averts his eyes, looking uncomfortable.
âMax, come on. You always know everything that happens on these nights out. Help me out here,â you plead.
Max shuffles his feet, not meeting your gaze. âI mean, it was pretty crazy. I was very drunk too,â he mumbles.
You sigh in frustration. Clearly youâre not getting anywhere with this group. You need to try someone else, someone who maybe left the party early last night.
You recall Fernando complaining about the horrible music at one point. Bingo.
âAlright, I gotta go see if I can find someone who can get me answers,â you announce. âYou drunkards are no help.â
As you turn to leave, Charles calls after you, âLet us know if you find out who the unlucky guy is!â This earns snickers from Lando and Max.
You shake your head and head out to find Fernando. That Spaniard better have some useful information or there will be hell to pay.
One thing is certain, you will get to the bottom of this. You need to find out who this mystery husband is, sort out this mess, and most importantly, get this ring off your finger before the media catches wind of your drunken Vegas wedding.
This is going to be one hell of a day.
***
After leaving the unhelpful group in the lobby, you set out to find Fernando. The Spaniard has always had a keen eye for details. If anyone saw what happened last night, it would be him.
You find Fernando sitting alone at a table in the closest coffee shop, sipping an espresso. He looks irritatingly fresh-faced and put together given the wild night you all had.
âWell good morning, chiquita,â he says with a smirk as you plop down across from him. âYou look like you had quite the night.â
You scowl at him. âNo thanks to you. Leaving the party early again, I see.â
Fernando shrugs. âWhat can I say? Iâm getting too old for these Vegas nights out with you crazy kids.â
You roll your eyes dramatically. âOh yes, grandpa, youâre soooo old at 42. Anyway, I need your help figuring something out.â
You hold up your left hand, the wedding ring glinting under the lights. âAny idea how this might have ended up on my finger last night?â
Fernando raises an eyebrow, looking far too amused. âWell well, our little Y/N got married in Vegas. Whoâs the lucky man?â
You huff in annoyance. âThatâs what Iâm trying to figure out! I donât remember anything from last night. But I woke up this morning hungover as hell with this on my hand.â You waggle your finger for emphasis.
Fernando sits back, stroking his chin thoughtfully. âHmm, interesting. And you say you remember nothing?â
âNothing!â You exclaim, throwing your hands up. âEverything after the third tequila shot is a total blank. Please tell me you saw something that can help me out here.â
You give Fernando your best pleading puppy dog eyes but the Spanish driver just shakes his head.
âSadly, I did not witness this alleged wedding. I turned in early, unlike you wild youths.â
You groan and let your head fall to the table. âThis is bad, Fernando. Really bad. I could lose my seat over this if the team finds out I pulled a stunt like this. I need to figure out who I married!"
Fernando pats your head condescendingly. âThere there, Iâm sure itâs not as bad as you think. Your secret is safe with me.â
You peer up at him suspiciously. âJust how secret is this? The smirk on your face makes me think you know something.â
The smirk widens. âMaybe I know something, maybe I donât. But Iâm not going to spoil the surprise for you.â
âNando!â You smack his arm as he laughs. âThis isnât funny! Just tell me who I married!â
âNope,â he says, popping the P obnoxiously. âIt is too entertaining watching you squirm.â
You let out a frustrated growl. âYouâre the worst. I donât know why I bothered asking you for help.â
âBecause you love me, thatâs why,â Fernando says with a cheeky wink.
You canât help but smile a bit at that. Youâve always had a bit of a soft spot for the menace.
âUgh fine, keep your secrets,â you concede. âIâll figure this out without your help.â
You start to stand up but Fernando stops you. âLeaving so soon? Stay, have some breakfast with me. Youâre going to need your energy today.â
Your stomach rumbles at the mention of food so you sink back down into your seat. âI guess I could eat something while I plot my next move.â
A waiter comes by and you order a massive plate of food to soak up the alcohol still swimming in your system. As you tuck into your meal, you notice Fernando watching you from across the table, looking thoughtful.
âYou know,â he says. âWhoever you ended up marrying ... they are a very lucky man. Underneath this hungover mess, you have a good heart. Donât be too hard on yourself over one wild night, eh?â
You pause mid-bite, touched by his sincerity. âThanks, Nando. That really means a lot coming from you.â
He smiles and squeezes your hand briefly before returning to his coffee. The playful twinkle returns to his eye. âEven if you did get married like an idiot last night.â
You snort. âWow, thanks. Way to ruin the moment there.â
Fernando shrugs, unrepentant. âWhat can I say? I live to annoy you, little sister.â
You finish up your meal, feeling slightly better with some food in you. As frustrating as that encounter was, at least you can count on Fernando to keep this quiet. Time to go gather more clues.
You stand and point an accusatory finger at Fernando. âThis isnât over. I will get to the bottom of this mystery marriage!â
Fernando just smiles enigmatically. âI have no doubt. Good luck, Mrs. Whatever Your New Last Name Is.â
You stick your tongue out at him maturely and flounce away. That man is infuriating. But the quest continues. Time to find the next driver on your interrogation list.
***
You decide to try your luck with Daniel next. The Aussie partied hard but heâs also a notorious gossip. Maybe he caught wind of something that can point you in the right direction.
You find Daniel lounging by the pool, sunglasses on, basking in the Vegas sun like he doesnât have a care in the world.
So unfair.
âHello there, sunshine,â he drawls as you walk up. âDonât you look fresh as a daisy this fine day.â
You glare at him from behind your own sunglasses. âStuff it, Ricciardo. Iâm only here because I need information from you.â
Daniel gasps, clutching his chest dramatically. âYou wound me! Here I thought we were friends.â
âWe are friends,â you roll your eyes. âWhen youâre not being a pain in my ass.â
âA pain in that fine ass of yours? Perish the thought!â
You smack him lightly upside the head and he chuckles. âAlright alright, what do you need from old mate Daniel?â
You plop down in the lounge chair next to him and hold up your left hand. âI need you to tell me anything you know or can remember about how this got on my finger last night.â
Daniel lets out a low whistle. âWell tickle me pink and call me Sheila, Y/Nâs gone and got herself hitched in Vegas!â
You shush him frantically. âKeep your voice down! The last thing I need is for this to get out.â
Looking far too delighted by the situation, Daniel leans in conspiratorially. âRight, top secret and all that. Whoâs the lucky fella then?â
You sigh. âThatâs what Iâm trying to figure out. Everything after we moved on to OMNIA is a total blackout. Please tell me you know something.â
Daniel taps his chin thoughtfully. âLet me think here ... I may have some recollection of the nightâs events.â
You perk up. âYes? Go on then, tell me!â
âI do seem to remember ...â he pauses theatrically, â... that I was your very own ring bearer for the occasion!â
Your face falls. âSeriously? Thatâs all youâve got?â
Daniel grins cheekily. âWhat can I say, it was a beautiful ceremony. I was truly honored to be part of it.â
You smack his arm. âYouâre no help at all! Come on, Iâm desperate here.â
Daniel laughs and puts up his hands. âAlright, alright, Iâm just having a bit of fun with ya. Truth is, I was as pissed as the rest of you lot last night. Donât remember much myself.â
You sigh. Of course it wouldnât be that easy.
Daniel must take pity on your crestfallen face because he places a hand on your shoulder. âChin up, Y/N. So you got a little wild in Vegas, it happens. Iâm sure youâll get it all sorted out.â
You nod but canât keep the worry from your face. âI know, itâs just ... this could really screw things up if anyone finds out. I donât even know who I married!â
âWell then itâs a good thing youâve got the Honey Badger on the case!â He proclaims cheerfully. âI may not have the details but Iâll sniff around and ask some questions on the down low.â
You smile gratefully. âI appreciate that. Hopefully someone around here knows something.â
Daniel pops to his feet and offers you a hand. âToo right! Now come on, up you get. Letâs go scrounge up some greasy food and hair of the dog for that hangover, eh?â
You let Daniel pull you to your feet, feeling bolstered by his positivity.
As you head towards the sports bar in search of a burger and fries, Daniel slings an arm around your shoulder. âCheer up! Thisâll make for one hell of a story someday. It might even become a Grill The Grid trivia question.â
Despite everything, you have to laugh. Trust Daniel to look for the bright side.
But you still canât ignore the uneasy feeling in your stomach. You married someone last night. For real. Itâs not just some random hookup you can laugh off. Thereâs a living, breathing person out there who you pledged your life to and you donât even know their name.
What kind of person did drunk Y/N choose as a life partner? Are they worried about this too? Or are they some opportunistic sleaze looking to take advantage of you?
You shake your head, realizing Daniel is watching you with a quizzical look. No use speculating. Just keep searching for answers, one driver at a time.
***
After saying goodbye to Daniel, you set off in search of Lewis. As the life of every party, surely he has to know the details of your wild night.
You eventually track him down just outside the hotel, walking his beloved bulldog. Lewis grins when he sees you approaching.
âAh the bride awakens at last! We were wondering when youâd emerge,â he says with a chuckle.
You roll your eyes. âNews sure travels fast. Iâm guessing Nando blabbed?â
Lewis shakes his head. âWhen you have an impromptu wedding in the middle of a rager in Vegas, people are going to talk.â
You wince, dreading how far word of this has already spread. But thatâs a problem for later. Right now, you need information.
âAbout that ...â you say. âI donât suppose you happen to know who I ended up marrying last night?â
Lewisâ grin widens. âNow what kind of best man would I be if I spilled the beans?â
You stare at him in shock. âBest man? You were there?â
âBut of course!â Lewis declares. âHad to lend my impeccable fashion sense for your dress. Pulled some strings with a stylist I know and got you all hooked up last minute.â
Your mind is reeling. You got married in an actual wedding dress? This just gets worse and worse.
You wrack your brain trying to picture it. But you have zero memory of any dress. Lewis must read the confusion on your face.
âDonât worry, I had it safely delivered to your room after you started taking it off in the middle of the club. Though Iâm guessing you were in no state to keep track of it,â he chuckles.
You shake your head, still stunned. âI didnât see any dress in my room. What did you do with it?â
Lewis taps his chin. âYou know, I did pop in this morning to check on you but you were still passed out cold. So I had the dress boxed up and sent off to be preserved and framed as a gift.â
He crouches down to scratch Roscoe behind the ears. âThatâs from me and this good boy right here. Couldnât let such a work of art go to waste!â
Youâre touched in spite of yourself. âThatâs really sweet, thank you. But I would really rather just know who I married right now.â
Lewis stands back up and wags his finger. âAh ah ah, whereâs the fun in that? This is the most entertainment weâve had all season!â
You groan as Lewis laughs. âCome on, Lew. Have mercy and put me out of my misery here.â
But Lewis just zips his mouth. âMy lips are sealed! Donât you worry though, heâs a great guy. Youâve got my stamp of approval.â
You cross your arms in frustration. Of course Lewis would drag this out like a sitcom. But his clue gives you pause.
âHeâs a great guy,â Lewis said. So your mystery spouse is someone Lewis personally knows and actually approves of. That narrows it down a bit.
Lewis gives you an apologetic smile and checks his watch. âIâd best be off. But donât worry, youâll figure this out!â He tosses a wink over his shoulder as he saunters away with Roscoe in tow.
You watch them go, mind spinning.
Lewis doesnât just compliment anyone. So apparently drunk Y/N didnât marry a total disaster. Thatâs something at least.
You absently twist the wedding band around your finger. You wish you could remember anything about him, about what happened between you.
Did you have a beautiful ceremony? Exchange heartfelt vows? Share a magical first dance as spouses?
You shake your head ruefully. If so, what a shame not to remember any of it. Hereâs hoping that this âgreat guyâ turns out to be someone who can make you fall in love all over again ...
***
You decide on a new approach â find the person who actually married you and your husband last night. Whoever officiated the ceremony must know the identity of your mystery groom.
The only problem is, you have no idea who that could be. Itâs not like Vegas chapels employ actual priests or judges to perform marriages. It was probably just some random person licensed to perform marriages.
You start making the rounds of the chapels on the Strip, showing your ring and asking if anyone remembers you coming in during the night. But you have no luck â most of the chapels you try to check in with arenât even open yet, catering to the drunk impulsive crowd that comes out after dark.
After hours of fruitless searching, you plop down on a bench in front of the Venetian, racking your brain for what to try next.
A group of women in matching Bride Tribe shirts walk by, laughing and chatting in that way only tipsy daytime bachelorettes can.
One of them pauses as they pass and calls out to you. âHey hun, you look down. Guy trouble?â She gestures to your ring.
You debate waving her off but then reconsider. Maybe a bachelorette party would know their way around the Vegas wedding scene.
âYeah, you could say that,â you reply. âIâm trying to find the person who married me last night but it was a bit of a ... wild impromptu thing. I donât even know where it happened.â
The women gasp excitedly. âOh my god, a drunk Vegas wedding? Thatâs epic!â Says the one in the rhinestoned Bride To Be sash.
âEpic disaster more like,â you mutter but canât help smiling. Their enthusiasm is infectious.
The bride puts her arm around you. âDonât worry sweetie, weâll help you sort this out! I know all the best chapels.â She turns to her posse. âLadies, letâs help her track down her mystery hubby!â
You find yourself swept up in the bachelorettesâ mission to assist you. After barraging you with questions about the wedding (âPlease tell me you at least had a cute dress?â âOooh was it Elvis themed?â), they decide that the most likely chapel was The Little Vegas Wedding Chapel off the north end of the Strip.
You all pile into their pink party bus and soon pull up at the aforementioned chapel. The receptionist greets you with a smile. âWelcome ladies! Whoâs the lucky bride today?â
The girls nudge you forward. You clear your throat awkwardly. âWell actually, Iâm trying to find out if I was a bride here last night.â You show her your ring. âI donât remember much but I know I got married. I was hoping you might have a record?â
The receptionist types away on her computer, then frowns. âHmm doesnât look like we had any late night weddings yesterday. Our last was at 10 pm.â
You sigh but thank her anyway. So much for that idea. At least the bachelorettes are still upbeat as you climb back on their bus.
âNo luck there but it was still a fun adventure!â The bride-to-be seems to have all the enthusiasm in the world.
You nod, grateful for their attempts to help. As the bus starts moving, the bride gasps.
âWait, girls, I think I know where we need to go!â She turns to you excitedly. âThereâs this little all-night chapel down on Fremont Street. Our friend Val got married there on a total whim a few years ago and she said it was fabulous!â
A chorus of squeals greets this news. You arenât sure this is a solid lead, but hey, itâs not like you have any better ideas.
âAlright, letâs give it a shot!â
Twenty minutes later youâre climbing out of the bus in front of a small chapel with a neon 24 Hour Weddings sign. Taking a deep breath, you push through the door into the kitschy Vegas-themed space.
At the front counter is an older man in an Elvis costume that must be at least a size too small. Bingo. You hurry over and show him your ring.
âBy any chance did you marry me and some guy last night?â
The Elvis impersonator peers at you for a moment before his face lights up in recognition. âWell slap me sideways, youâre the lovely lady I helped get hitched last night! What a shindig that was!â
Your heart leaps. Finally a lead! âYes that was me! Do you by chance have a record of who I married?â
Elvis frowns. âYou mean you donât remember the young fella? He was real handsome, said some mighty sweet vows if I recall correctly.â
You shake your head in frustration. So close and yet so far.
Elvis pats your arm. âNo worries darling, old Elvis remembers. I gotcha hitched to ...â
You lean forward eagerly as Elvis taps his chin, racking his memory.
âNow letâs see ... young fella you married. He was oh ... a bit taller than you Iâd say. Had one of them European accents â German, Swedish, or somethinâ like that. Brown hair I think. A pretty good lookinâ chap. Dressed real sharp too.â
Your heart sinks as Elvis delivers the extremely vague description. Brown hair and a little over your height? Well that only narrows it down to about half of the paddock!
You groan and smack your forehead in frustration. So close! Elvis gives you an apologetic look.
âAw shucks, wish I could tell ya more little lady. But I was crooninâ so many love songs last night that all you couples started to blend together.â
You force a smile, knowing he did try his best. âThatâs alright, I appreciate you checking for me.â
Back outside, you fill in the eager bachelorettes on Elvisâ less than helpful clues. Their excitement deflates a bit.
âDang, that could be like, anyone!â One says, voicing your thoughts exactly.
The bride-to-be squeezes your shoulder. âDonât worry hun, weâll keep thinking! Your mystery man is out there somewhere.â
You give her a grateful hug. âThanks ladies, for all your help today. I should probably get back to my hotel and keep investigating.â
The gaggle of girls walks you back to the bus, firing off more wild theories about your potential groom.
âOooh what if itâs that sexy Spanish driver ⌠Alfonso?â Suggests the bridesmaid named Amy.
âItâs Alonso,â you correct with a laugh. She may be way off but you appreciate the enthusiasm.
As you say goodbye to your new friends, your mind is spinning once again. So Elvis confirmed this wedding really happened, though his clues werenât particularly enlightening.
But he did say one thing â whoever you married gave sweet vows. So apparently in your drunken state, you picked someone who could be sincere and romantic.
That has to count for something, right?
You glance down at the wedding ring on your finger, the physical reminder of the huge secret youâre unraveling. Did you really promise to spend your life with someone here of all places? And do they plan on holding you to that promise?
Your gut twists with anxiety but also a trace of curiosity. Who is this mystery man who can make drunken Elvis shed a sentimental tear?
Whoever he is, youâre going to find him.
***
Exhausted after a day of fruitless searching, you decide to head back to your hotel to regroup. You slump down onto one of the plush couches in the crowded lobby, mind still spinning over the bizarre situation youâve found yourself in.
Who exactly did you end up pledging eternal devotion to in your drunken stupor last night? So far your quest to unravel this mystery marriage has led nowhere.
But you canât rest yet. You need answers.
As you sit there contemplating your next move, your phone starts blowing up with Twitter notifications. You blink in surprise. Must be big news dropping for this much activity.
You open the app and nearly swallow your tongue when you see the top trending hashtag: #Y/NMaxWedding.
Your stomach drops to your feet.
No no no, this cannot be happening!
But with a sense of impending doom, you click on the hashtag. Immediately you see the bombshell that has sent your world into a tailspin.
Itâs a tweet from a fan account, featuring photos they somehow obtained of a Clark County Nevada marriage certificate between you ... and Max Verstappen. Your teammate.
You stare slack-jawed at the images of the official document signed by you and Max as spouses, clear as day. Your drunken Vegas escapade isnât a secret anymore. Itâs public record, blasted all over social media.
Numb with shock, you scroll through countless tweets analyzing, freaking out over, and cracking jokes about you and Maxâs surprise nuptials. Some fans are outraged. Others seem delighted at this bombshell gossip.
You groan, head in your hands. This is an absolute disaster. What was merely a drunken mistake is now immortalized online. Thereâs no hiding it or hoping it will blow over quietly.
You married Max freaking Verstappen in Vegas. The sometimes arrogant and standoffish but always crazy talented driver youâre teammates with. No wonder he was acting so squirrelly this morning when you asked about the wedding.
Some logical part of your brain knows you need to talk to Max, start figuring out what to do for damage control. But the overwhelmed emotional side just wants to crawl under a rock and hide.
In a daze, you make your way up to your suite. Once inside, you toss your phone onto the bed, not even bothering to read the likely hundreds of texts blowing it up. You are in no state of mind to talk to your manager or team right now.
Collapsing onto the couch, you stare blankly at the wall, feeling numb. Despite all your investigating, a part of you still hoped that maybe it wasnât real. Maybe the ring and certificate were just part of some elaborate prank.
But thereâs no denying it now. Youâre well and truly married to Max Verstappen.
A hysterical laugh bubbles out of you. Of all the drivers, of course you had end up with him. Max, your fiercest rival, constantly pushing you to be better. The teammate who drives you crazy but also loves to compete with you and rile you up.
God, your friends are never going to let you live this down. Married to Max. Itâs like some cheesy fanfiction brought to life.
You glance over at your silent phone. The logical part of your brain knows you need to call him. Youâre going to have to talk about this and figure out what the hell to do next.
But the overwhelmed part wants to put that conversation off indefinitely. You need time to process the bombshell that just upended your life before you can face Max.
Your inner debate is interrupted by a knock at your door. You freeze. No doubt itâs the Red Bull PR team come to scold you or paparazzi looking for a comment on your no-longer-a-secret marriage. Well you have nothing to say to them!
âGo away!â You yell but the knocking persists. With an irritated huff, you wrench open the door, fully prepared to give whoeverâs there a piece of your mind.
Instead, you come face to face with the person you least expected but probably most needed to see. Max stands in your doorway, sheepish and awkward.
For several tense beats, you just stare at each other, the weight of this life-altering moment hanging between you.
Finally Max breaks the silence. âSo ... quite a day, huh?â He gives an uneasy chuckle.
You continue gaping at him, stunned into silence. Max shuffles his feet, not quite meeting your eyes.
âCan I uh, come in? I think maybe we should talk.â
Wordlessly, you step aside and let him enter the suite. Max perches on the edge of an armchair while you sink onto the couch. More tense silence.
Max clears his throat. âSo Iâm guessing youâve seen it?â
You nod mutely. Max sighs and runs a hand through his hair.
âLook, Y/N ... Iâm sorry I didnât tell you earlier. But I woke up just as confused as you this morning. Wasnât totally sure it was even real.â
He hesitates then continues softly. âYou were pretty out of it last night. We all were. Getting hitched was obviously crazy but I guess it seemed fun in the moment.â
You shake your head, finding your voice at last. âThis goes way beyond fun, Max! Weâre married! Actually married!" Your voice edges up hysterically on the last word.
âYes it was a ... crazy night,â Max laughs nervously.
You scoff bitterly. âThatâs putting it mildly. Iâd say a drunken Vegas wedding to my teammate counts as more than just crazy!"
Max winces at your tone. âLook Y/N, Iâm sorry for not telling you sooner. But we were all wasted last night. I didnât even remember at firstââ
You cut him off sharply. âWell I donât remember any of it! As far as Iâm concerned, this so-called marriage never even happened.â
You begin pacing. âWe need to get this annulled immediately before things get worse. It was clearly an idiotic mistake.â
Max frowns, looking hurt. âWhoa, no need to be so harsh. It may have been drunken impulse but ... maybe it was also fate.â
You stop pacing and stare at him incredulously. âFate? Are you insane?â
He stands and steps towards you. âHear me out. Weâve been teammates for years now. Maybe deep down we both wanted this.â
Your jaw drops open. Max keeps going.
âI know itâs crazy but what if this marriage was meant to be? We owe it to ourselves to give this a real shot before bailing.â
You gaze at him in disbelief. Is he seriously suggesting ...
âGive this a real shot?â You repeat faintly.
Max takes your hands earnestly. âYes! Weâve always made a great team on track. Just imagine how great we would be together off track too.â
You open your mouth to argue but Max presses on. âPlus, my children need a mother.â
You yank your hands back in shock. âChildren? You have kids?â
âWell, not human kids,â Max admits sheepishly. âBut my cats, Jimmy and Sassy! They need a maternal influence.â
Your head spins as you try to keep up with Maxâs ramblings. Is he pranking you right now?
He fixes you with his most charming smile. âCome on, wifey. Just give it a chance! Weâre clearly compatible if drunk us wanted to get married.â
You stare at him like he sprouted a second head. Max gazes back hopefully. His smile really is kind of adorable ...
No! Snap out of it! This is crazy.
But he does raise some valid points. And backing out now would cause an even bigger scandal ...
You slump down onto the couch with a groan. âFine! Weâll stay married for now. But we explain to the team it was just drunken foolishness.â
Max pumps his fist. âYes! See, weâre already compromising with each other. Itâs like weâre meant to be husband and wife!â
That finally breaks through your haze of shock. Oh god ... you have to tell Christian Horner that you married Max Verstappen.
***
You take a deep breath as you stand outside Christianâs hotel suite, arm raised to knock. âReady for this?â You ask Max.
He grimaces. âReady as Iâll ever be. Might as well get it over with.â
You steel your nerves and rap sharply on the door. After a moment, it swings open to reveal Christian mid-yawn.
âY/N, Max, to what do I owe the pleasure?â He asks curiously.
You shuffle your feet, not sure how to start. âUh, hey Christian. Max and I have something we need to discuss with you. Mind if we come in for a minute?â
Christian narrows his eyes but steps aside to let you both in. âWhatâs this about? I just got off a conference call with the factory team in Milton Keynes and I was finally planning to try my luck with the slots downstairs.â
You perch awkwardly on the edge of an armchair while Max stands next to you stiffly.
How do you even begin to break this kind of news to your boss?
âSo Christian, funny story ...â you start lamely.
Max jumps in, deciding to just rip the bandaid off. âWe got married last night.â
Christianâs eyes widen comically. For a long moment he just looks between you two like you each have three heads. Then he throws his head back and laughs heartily.
âGood one guys, you almost had me there! Trying to pull one over on your poor old team principal, very funny,â he chuckles, wiping his eyes.
You give a weak smile. âNo uh, weâre actually being serious. We got married for real last night.â
Max nods. âIt just sort of ... happened.â
Christian collapses onto the sectional, looking between you in shock. âThis would be a great time for you to stop with the prank.â
âIâm afraid we canât do that,â Max says solemnly. âWe were drunk and it was all really quite fast ...â
âNo no, this must be some kind of joke!" Christian protests, though heâs starting to look uncertain. He grabs his phone off the coffee table. âLet me just check online, thereâs no way ...â
His voice trails off as he scans his phone screen, eyes going wide at the headlines. With a low groan, he collapses back into his armchair.
âItâs true? You two actually ...â He drags a hand down his face. âPlease tell me this is all some elaborate hoax the internet cooked up. Please tell me that two other people named Max Verstappen and Y/N Y/L/N happened to get married in Vegas last night.â
You shake your head helplessly.
Christian drops his head into his hands with a groan. âUnbelievable. Two of my drivers running off and eloping in Vegas! The media is going to have an absolute field day with this.â
He fixes you both with a stern glare. âDo either of you have any idea the position this puts the team in? The scandal it could cause?â
You hang your head, properly chastised. Max speaks up tentatively. âWeâre really sorry, Christian, it was incredibly stupid of us. But itâs done now so we just have to deal with it.â
Christian sighs heavily. âYouâre not wrong. The last thing we need is more media drama so we will have to get out in front of this.â
He pauses, regarding you both shrewdly. âI donât suppose thereâs any chance youâll pursue an annulment right away and we can pretend this never happened?â
You glance at Max, who takes your hand and shakes his head. âWeâve talked it over and want to make this work. It happened for a reason.â
Christian makes a strangled noise. âMake this work? You plan on staying married??â His voice rises in pitch, verging on hysterical.
âWe want to try,â you confirm, squeezing Maxâs hand.
Christian looks desperately between you two once more before his eyes roll back and he slumps over in a dead faint.
You and Max rush over in concern. âChristian!" Max taps his face urgently. âCâmon, wake up!â
After a few tense moments, Christianâs eyes flutter open. âWha ... what happened?â He mumbles.
âYou passed out when we told you weâre staying married,â you explain sheepishly.
Christian groans, covering his face with his arm. âGod help me, this is a nightmare ...â
You have to bite back an inappropriate laugh. Seeing your usually unflappable team principal so flustered would be funny if the situation wasnât so serious.
Max helps Christian sit up and hands him a glass of water. âSorry for springing this on you. But weâre going to make the best of it.â
Christian fixes Max with a weary look. âJust promise me no more reckless surprises from you two.â
You and Max raise your right hands in unison. âWe promise!â
Taking a deep breath, Christian straightens his shirt and smooths his hair, regaining his composure. âRight. Well this is certainly an unexpected development. But the show must go on.â
He adopts his usual businesslike tone. âWeâll need to draft a press release announcing this immediately and get ahead of the media cycle. No commenting publicly until we strategize.â
You both nod obediently. Christian checks his watch. âI needed to get our PR team on the phone five minutes ago. You two, order room service and lay low until you hear from me.â
He ushers you politely but firmly out the door. As it shuts behind you, you turn to Max with wide eyes. âWell ... that couldâve gone worse?â
Max winces. âI thought Christian was going to burst a blood vessel at first. But it seems heâs taking it in stride.â
You both burst into slightly hysterical laughter, the stress melting away.
Looks like you have a marriage to figure out how to actually make work.
***
One year later
You take a deep breath as you knock on the door to Christianâs office, Max by your side. Itâs time to break some more big news to your team principal.
âCome in!â Christian calls.
You enter to find him sitting at his desk surrounded by the usual organized chaos of strategy plans and data analysis.
He looks up, blinking in surprise. âY/N, Max, what brings you by?â
You glance at Max, who gives you an encouraging nod and tentative smile. Turning back to Christian, you clasp your hands together nervously.
âHey Christian. So, remember last year in Vegas when we promised no more reckless surprises?â
Christianâs eyes narrow warily. âYeeesss ...â he draws out.
You look at Max again who blurts out, âWell we have another surprise coming your way. Youâre going to be a grandpa!â
Christianâs jaw drops. His gaze darts down to your still flat midsection then back up to your nodding, beaming faces.
âYou ... youâre ...â Christian stammers, looking like all the blood has drained from his face.
You take pity and confirm it for him. âPregnant, yes. Surprise!â You add with an awkward chuckle.
For a few long moments Christian just sits there, mouth opening and closing wordlessly like a fish. Then, his eyes roll back and he topples forward, head thunking down on his desk.
You and Max rush forward. âUh no, I think we broke him again,â Max winces, gently shaking Christianâs shoulder.
After a few tense seconds, Christian stirs with a groan. âOww, my head ...â
âYou passed out when we told you about the baby,â you explain sheepishly.
Christian blinks blearily up at you both hovering over him anxiously. âThe baby ... so itâs really true then?â
You place a hand on your stomach. âYep! Thereâs going to be a little Verstappen running around in around seven and a half months.â
Despite his obvious shock, Christian manages a weak smile. âWell how about that ... weâre expanding the Red Bull family.â
Max claps him on the back. âI know it seems a bit crazy but weâre thrilled.â He squeezes your hand and smiles softly.
Christian lets out a long breath, straightening his rumpled shirt. âWell, I appreciate you both coming to me first this time. Weâll need to strategize how to share the happy news.â
You canât resist teasing him gently. âDonât worry, weâll do our best to avoid making you faint again in the future.â
Christian levels a stern finger at you both. âSee that you do. My heart can only take so much.â But his mock glare melts into a warm smile.
You exchange a grin with Max.
It turns out that sometimes what happens in Vegas doesnât stay in Vegas ⌠but neither of you is going to complain about that.
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Fluff Alphabet with Kinich
Request from: @aventurine20
My first request!!! Iâm so happy, feel free to ask requests anytime, though I have lots of exams lately so I donât know how fast Iâll be able to write them
Anyway, this was very fun to write, I love Kinich (lost my 50/50 to Tighnari but okay) and Iâm so happy to write for him; the title is self explanatory
Warnings: !!!spoilers for his childhood/character story!!! mentions of domestic abuse; I wouldnât consider this angst though (the day I start to write angst, weâre all going to cry) and I didnât sugarcoat his character; also mentions of Ajaw (heâs a menace so heâs considered a warning)
Enough of my yapping
Not my art: credits to 1eternalstar
A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)
He loves how you can make him feel safe and vulnerable at the same time. How you allow him to show his feelings, or how you guide him through it
B = Bonding (what's your favorite mutual bonding activity?)
Eating fruits he cut up specifically for you, in a recluse area, away from people, while watching a beautiful scenery of Natlan unfold, is one of the things he prefers in the whole world. Preferably if Ajaw is in time-out
C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)
Kinich doesnât really care if heâs the big or the little spoon as long as heâs with you. One things he loves tough, if when cuddling, you kiss his forehead. This part of his face is usually covered so when you do it, he basically feels fuzzy, which he canât really explain but he likes it
D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)
You two sitting by a bonfire, Ajaw in time out, stars shining bright⌠Kinich would be holding your hand in silence, no words would be needed to show his love for you. The heat of the fire would make his cheeks warm up⌠or maybe it wasnât the fire after all?
E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)
Expressing emotions can be a tough process for Kinich, not because he doesnât want to, but because he doesnât know how to. Heâs a man of few words, so heâll definitely convey his feelings through other forms of affection like physical touch or acts of service
F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)
Kinichâs childhood wasnât great by any means, and he is terrified at the idea of reproducing his fatherâs abuse on his own child. If you wish to have a family with him, it will take some reassuring but I wouldnât say that it is necessary impossible for it to happen
G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)
His first reaction to a gift would always be to pay you back. With mora or a gift of his own. Even when you explain to him that gift giving doesnât have to be an exchange, he doesnât really feel comfortable with giving you nothing in return
H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)
He isnât a big fan of pda, so if you two hold hands in public, it would be rather discreetly. However, in private, hand holding is one of his favourite form of physical affection, because itâs not overwhelming
I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)
He wouldnât panic, he wouldnât scream or scold you. Being a saurian hunter, Kinich knows the basics of first aid and how to tend wounds, so heâll help you out as fast as possible. If the injury is caused by a person, on purpose, be assured that they will pay the price
J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)
Letâs be real, the only prankster here is Ajaw. Heâd try his best to make Kinich flustered around you, hopefully achieving to make him die of embarrassment
K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)
Kinich can be a little awkward during kisses, especially for the first ones, so he prefers when youâre the one initiating them. If you cup his cheeks, heâll put his hands above yours, if you donât, heâll grab your hands. Itâs almost like toâŚground himself
L = Love Confession (how'd they confess to you? how'd you get together?)
I feel like the one telling you how he feels about you would be Ajaw. The insufferable saurian would make embarrassing comments each time youâd be around Kinich, to the point where you could only notice the blush creeping up Kinichâs cheeks
M = Memory (favorite memory together?)
One night, he came back late from a tough mission, sweaty, muddy and exhausted. He just crashed on the floor, too tired to take a step further. Yet even in his âdisgustingâ state you took care of him, you washed him, put him into clean clothes and cuddled him to bed. To him it meant the world
N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)
Hurting you like his father hurt his mom is definitely a big fear of his. Heâd be always careful not to scare you in any way or to be violent towards you, even playfully, itâs a no-no for him.
O = Obvious (how obvious do they make it that they like you?)
Again, the one making it a virus wasnât Kinich, but his dear companion. The pixelated saurian is actually quite observant of Kinichâs bashfulness around you and would make it known to everyone present
P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)
I donât really see Kinich using pet names, especially because, if he does, heâll get teased until the end of time by Ajaw. Kinich wouldnât probably understand the use of pet names, using your actual name over nicknames would be much more preferable to him
Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)
He likes to go on walks, missions or expeditions like you. Just exploring Natlan together and enjoying what it has to offer. He likes how you get excited about things that for him, are daily occurrences like Saurian playing together, or just Capybaras bathing
R = Romance (how romantic are they?)
I am not sure if Kinich knows what being romantic means, not that he had any clear examples of it at home. Heâll try his best to make you happy and show you his love though, even if itâs in a rather unconventional way like making sure you drank enough water or giving you some fruits he picked up on an expedition
S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)
Trust is very important in a relationship, and Kinich is aware of that. He would be a bit reluctant to talk about things like his childhood and past traumas but once you two get closed, heâd feel like hiding things away from you would only be detrimental
T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)
I donât think getting with Kinich would take that much time, knowing how insistent his companion could be, youâd be aware of his feelings fairly quickly, making things actually easier for the both of you
U = Unique (what makes them unique?)
In a relationship, what makes Kinich unique is his way of showing love. Since he didnât have a very good role model for the âcorrect wayâ of expressing affection, I feel like to him, little acts of service speak volumes rather than words
V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? do they like to show you off?)
Kinich isnât much of a show off, and would like to keep your relationship as private as possible. I donât even see him vaunting you in moments of jealousy to be honest. If anything heâd like to keep you hidden, to avoid making a big deal out of your relationship
W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)
Heâd love to have you by his side during commissions, it could get lonely out there, Ajaw counting rather as a nuisance than a real companion, heâd be glad to have you with him. However, he wouldnât let you fight a lot, especially if you arenât as experienced as him, heâd be the kind to ask you to stay behind for your safety
X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)
With time, Kinich would be aware of your habits, how you respond to certain things in certain ways, in short he would know you quite well out of habit. However, reading emotions isnât his best quality and even if youâre the one he knows best, it wouldnât change that. So please explain him how you feel to avoid misunderstandings
Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)
Big proposals, with a giant crowd staring at the couple? A nightmare to Kinich. Heâd preferably propose in a calm area, maybe a spot in Natlan where you two go often to watch the scenery, to make it extra special
Z = Zzz (how do they act when they're sleepy? what's it like sharing a bed with them?)
If you want Kinich to be vulnerable, sleep is a pretty neat way of achieving it. If heâs exhausted enough, heâll let you pamper him without even getting flustered, just enjoying it. So feel free to cuddle with him when heâs eepy, because he needs it
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I wrote so much for this, I didnât even notice
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WIP excerpt behind the cut; "Tim's free cloning lab". (( chrono || non-chrono ))
âRed Robinâs commitment issues are his own problem, not mine. Iâve got a schedule to keep,â Luthor replies dismissively, then knocks back the last of his hopefully-actually-a-protein-shake-and-not-Bane-venom-or-something and gets to his feet, picking up his tablet again as he does. He does not seem concerned to be alone in a lab full of sharp objects and computers with two only negligibly-restrained Bats. Admittedly Luthor doesnât tend to seem concerned during literal multiversal apocalypses, but Tim is vaguely insulted on principle. A multiversal apocalypse couldnât do any worse than uncreate Luthor and everything heâs ever done in his life, after all. He could tank his stock prices and drive up all his insurance rates, and then make him have to live with it.Â
A little respect isnât that much to ask, is it?Â
âWow, called out by the supervillain,â Steph mutters to him under her breath. âThe Metropolis supervillain, even.âÂ
âI do not have commitment issues,â Tim mutters back to her.Â
âYes you do, the issue is you commit yourself to somebody and then become an insane person about them but never actually mention the existence of said commitment to them,â she retorts frankly.Â
âI do notââÂ
âWhen did you go for the red and black suit again and how long did you stick with it?âÂ
â. . . weâre in a supervillain lair in Connecticut, I donât have to answer that right now.âÂ
âOh, so you will later?âÂ
âSo anyway, new supervillain trap, howâs that going for you?â Tim asks Luthor. Steph snorts at him; he ignores her and all her baseless, ridiculous, baseless accusations that are definitely not currently reading him for absolute filth. âAll coming together nicely, no tech issues? Because we could troubleshoot those for you while weâre waiting for extraction, no charge.âÂ
âThe chemical breakdown of the necessary stabilizer you missed when you were cleaning out my old labs is laid out in file B-2.13, speaking of âtroubleshootingâ,â Luthor mentions, and Tim . . . pauses.Â
ââStabilizerâ,â he echoes carefully, and then glances around the sunroom lab. The sunroom cloning lab.Â
The sunroom.Â
Ah.Â
That is probably a connection he should've made, like . . . literally instantly, yeah.Â
âOh my god, do you think you can actually convince Red Robin to make you anotherâwait, why do you even want Red Robin to make you another Superman or whatever, you did it better than he ever did,â Steph says, squinting in bewilderment at Luthor through her mask. Timâs much more insulted this time, even if itâs objectively true that Kon is objectivelyânever mind. Luthor just looks dubious.Â
âI donât want another Superman, there are already far too many of those running around and being an issue as it is,â he snorts dismissively, waving her off. âAnd Iâm willing to provide a useful little resource or two, of course, but itâs hardly traditional to have to make my own grandchildren, now is it. Besides, Supernova wonât be as annoyed about it if they come from you. Though I did include some potential design notes for your consideration in the C folder, of course. Streamlined the tactile telekinesis a bit, for starters. It really didnât come out as effective as intended, unfortunately.âÂ
âOf course,â Tim echoes, perfectly aware of that one time that Kon took apart every single gun inside the exact city limits of Los Angeles and nothing else without even meaning to, and also that one time last week when he very much did mean to disassemble a bomb immediately after its trigger mechanism had been tripped, and did it so fast that it didn't detonate.Â
So as politely as possible, that makes Luthorâs use of the word âeffectiveâ slipped in there a little mind-numbingly terrifying to consider.Â
More than anything else, though, Tim really hopes that heâs just gone insane and hallucinated all this, because otherwise heâs going to have to write all this down in a report, and Steph will not lie for him about this one.Â
Case in point: she is currently laughing her fucking ass off at him.
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Seeing the ghost face reader just inspired me with something. Imagine shy introverted reader (she's like fluttershy if you watched my little pony) nerdy pouge reader where she is sarahâs bestie who has a massive crush on rafe but doesn't show it but when he starts saying something really bad to Sarah (I don't know what) reader loses it inside since she can't show it so later that night she secretly goes to race room quietly while he's asleep wakes him up by slapping his face hard (he wont mind since he's always found reader hot) reader is secretly a dom as they have hardcore sex
Like A Virgin
Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex(wrap it up), cream pie, overstimulation, chocking, oral (m receiving), (let me know if I missed any)
Wc: 3.2K
A/N: I'm loving all the requests I've been getting! Keep them coming! I'm getting through them as fast as I can, so sorry if it take a while. I also just started my new job so I have to figure out a writing schedule. So please bare with me, I will get to them
âWhat the fuck Rafe! Why do you always have to start something? Heâs my boyfriend, he can be here.â Sarahâs voice echoes through the halls.You had just walked through the back door to get a drink. She had invited the pogues over for a pool day, youâve all been outside all day. From the moment you had gotten there you could tell something was off.
Sarah was tense and a little short, apologizing straight after and blaming it on being tired. You would believe her if it wasnât for the dark looming shadow that was Rafe Cameron. He was lurking around, making sly comments, objectifying yourâs and Kieâs body. He knew better than to try with Cleo, she would kill him in his sleep in a heartbeat. There was definitely something going on because even if he normally is a dick, he would have quit by now.
Youâve been Sarahâs friend for ages, the only person she never actually tried to push away. It was shocking for everyone because sheâs always been out going while you kept to yourself. Instead of making friends you were reading not wanting to be bothered by the other kids. Then one day Sarah came up to you and forced you out of your shell.From then on the two of you were attached by the hip, always together. She never onced judged you for being a pogue even when all her kook friends made fun of you.
They saw you as an easy target. The shy, poor, bookworm pogue who hangs off the kook princess with a vice grip. She would always defend you, telling them off. Even going as far as getting into an argument with Rafe about you. He wasnât always a dick to you, at first he was even nice? If you could even use that word but when he started to do drugs he became a different person.
Youâve spent countless hours in this house and viewing how the family dynamic works. They sometimes tend to forget that you are there, your quietness hiding you from their view. Youâve seen how Rafe can get, yelling and making a mess of things. How Ward neglects his eldest and youngest for Sarah and so on. The family has a complicated relationship thatâs for sure, but you knew something was wrong.
Now you can see what was wrong, it was all of you. âNo, I don't want filthy pogues in my house. They are nothing but low lives Sarah. If you want to ruin your life fine but donât drag the rest of us down.â Rafeâs voice booms over hers. âAhhhh you are so crazy. You are literally the worst. I just wanted to have a good time with my friends. Why canât you just be a normal brother for once?â Sarah storms off running into you on her way back outside.Â
âHey did you?â She points behind her and you just nod. âIâm sorry.â You give her a quick hug and she goes back outside. Entering the kitchen you see Rafe texting on his phone leaning on the counter. He looks up at you and rolls his eyes. âWhat do you want, pogue?â You ignore the venom that was laced in his words. Doing what you always do, biting your tongue afraid of the confrontation's consequences. âFucking spit it out, stop being such a baby.â With a deep breath you do.
âMaybe you should try being nicer to people. Sarahâs your sister and you treat her like shit.â Rafe scoffs as you get water from the fridge. âIf I wanted advice I wouldnât go to someone whoâs poor. You and your criminal friends are just a waste of space.â He watches as you walk away, looking back to say one last thing today. âDonât you find it funny how Sarah actually has friends. Youâre still hanging out with high schoolers because everyone hates you. Maybe it's time to change and grow up.â
He left you alone after that. The rest of the afternoon was peaceful and filled with fun. At first you were scared of what he would say or do. You expected him to actually run out after you and start yelling. But nothing happened. Sarah had ordered you all pizzas and set up the movies in the living room. Everyone ate and walked as the movies played in the background. As it got later, the sun died, sleeping until it is brought to life once again in the morning. Mostly everyone was asleep, Kie and Sarah chatted and you chimed in time for time. But soon the sounds of Kieâs voice faded and became nothing.Â
âSarah?â The sound of blankets indicates that someone is moving around.âYeah?â Thereâs so much you want to say, tell her so she knows you are there for you. But none of them seem good enough. âAre you okay?â You hear a sigh and more shuffling. Sarah plops her pillow and blanket next to you, laying down, she finally answers. âI guess.â
âIt must be tough when he acts like that. Iâm sorry you donât deserve this.â Usually you donât really comment on these things. Rafe is an iffy topic for Sarah. After he tried to kill her, she finds it hard to even look at him. She wants to help him because heâs her brother but at the same time she doesnât recognize him. You donât like to pick at the sore wound so you tend to just lend a comforting hand. âItâs always kinda been like this, the drugs just make it worse.â She pauses, taking a deep breath. âI still remember when we were little and I was so scared of a thunderstorm that he held me the whole night. Told me that he would always be there to protect me because he was my big brother, he loved me. Sometimes I wish I could go back to that, I donât know who he is.â
You hand finds hers over the blankets, squeezing her fingers. âSometimes people get lost. Some get help and find their way while the others continue on the never ending path. It sucks that you canât do anything, he wonât let you. If it makes you feel better I think that part of him is still in there somewhere, he just hasnât had the chance to show it.âÂ
Her fingers squeeze yours back. âI hope so.â Sarah fell asleep shortly after that conversation, leaving you to lay there and think. You think back to when you were young, Rafe seemed normal then. Sure he had some quirks but what child doesnât. He would always hold the door for you everywhere you went. Ward would have you tag along on outings since he felt bad seeing your face after Sarah would tell you about something cool they did. There were also moments when he would try to make you smile, the little boy just wanted to make you happy.Â
At that time Rafe was okay with having you around, if you twisted it out of him he might even say excited. That didnât last long because their mother died and with her she took the last last bit of hope he ever had. He never truly felt safe again knowing that the person he loved the most was just gone. The outburst was the first sign he wasnât okay, yet Ward ignored it. Then it was the violence, once again ignored. Finally the drugs got him the attention he was looking for. All for him to hear what he always knew. âYouâre a fucking disappointment Rafe. Knew it from the moment I laid eyes on you.â From then on out the world was dead to him, he only needed to focus on himself. Everyone else is the enemy.Â
Sarahâs words keep replaying in your head. Why canât Rafe see heâs hurting people? You get why he shut you out, even when you were crushed and cried, you understood. But he canât do it anymore to his own sister. Without thinking your body makes a mistake. It carries you up the stairs and straight into his room. The sounds of the door shutting wakes him up, he rubs his eyes trying to process what woke him. He opens his eyes just in time to see your hand in the air and strikes his cheek with your palm.Â
âWhat the fuck.â He had to take a second to fully realize that you just slapped him. âWhat is your problem? Canât you just be nice to people.â He sits up on the bed and you try to push him back down but he catches your hands. âMe be nice? You just walked into my room while I was sleeping just so you could fucking slap me. How about you be nice.â You struggle to get his grip off of you to no avail, he was holding on tight.
âIâve been nice since the first time I met you. Kept my mouth shut when you did fucked up shit. Stop ruining your life and the life of others.â His eyes are piercing yours, his hold somehow tighter. âMaybe you should keep it shut, I like it better when you arenât talking.â He pulls you closer, your knee catching you on the bed so you donât fall.Â
Heâs staring at your lips, licking his to wet them. You go to argue with him but he cuts you off. âCome on. I bet a filthy pogue like you could think of ways to put it to better use.â One of his hands that was holding yours lowers. He stops once he feels your fingers brush against the bulge thatâs forming in his boxers. The ignorant smirk that always bestows his face makes its way back.
Yanking your hand back, you slap him again, the smirk falling. Once again without thinking your body makes mistake two of the night. You kiss him. Pulling on the chain that lays around his neck, smashing your lips to his. Your other arms wrap around his neck, the hand holding the chain twists, closing it slightly. If this was a mistake then you can beg for forgiveness later, absolving your sins can wait.Â
He just tasted too good to stop.
His hands go to your waist, pulling you onto his lap. âI knew you had a thing for me.â If this was your childhood you then there would be no room for arguing. The person you are in this moment doesnât want to admit how true it is. You have seen how bad of a person heâs become and you know you would lose Sarah if she ever found out. âDo you even know how to keep your mouth shut? For once shut the fuck up.â
From the corner of your eye you see his belt laying on the floor in a pile of his clothes from earlier. Leaning over the side of the bed, you grab it and return to your previous position. âWhat are you doinâ You kiss him to stop him from talking further, hands slowly pulling him over his head. The motion of you grinding down on him was enough to distract him from the feeling of the belt wrapping around his wrists and headboard.Â
When you pull back and sit on his lap he goes to chase your lips just to be blocked by the fact his hands are tied. âWhat the fuck. Get these off.â The headboard rattles against the wall as he struggles to break loose. âTake these off right now or else.â Rafeâs tone is threatening but you canât help but to laugh at the sight in front of you. The guy whoâs been terrorizing your friend group is all vulnerable underneath you. âOr else, what? Iâll just leave you like this, maybe even take off the boxers so whoever finds you will realize you got played.â You scoot back to sit on his thighs.
âWhat do you think about that, huh Rafe? Personally, the idea of Ward finding you like that is hilarious. Better yet Iâll take a picture of you and post it everywhere, let everyone see the mean old Rafe Cameron as nothing else than a pussy.â Your teasing is accompanied by your fingers grazing over the bulge in his boxers. Rafe wants nothing more than to cuss you out right now. Make you regret even thinking that you could get one over on him.
The twitching in his boxers gives him away. Heâs enjoying it. The big scary man that has a whole island afraid of him is enjoying the way you talk down on him. âYou like that donât you? You are a pussy, you know that right?â Your hand grips him tight, a whimper forced out of him. âStop.â The words are weak and a contrast to how his hips are bucking up into your hand. Feeling generous you lower the boxers, taking his dick in your mouth without warning.
Rafe lets out a sigh when he feels the warmth of your mouth wrap around him. He goes to thrust into your mouth and you pull back, hands pushing his hips back down. âDo that again and Iâll leave you here to be found. Iâm not kidding Rafe.â He nods at you, wincing as your nails dig into his skin. âWords.â
He looks down at you and canât recognize who you are. Where has this side of you been hiding? Heâs only ever known you as Sarahâs shy best friend. Yet the person in front of him looks like you but doesnât act like you. âI get it. Fuck when were you like this?â From this view he looks so pretty.
His cheeks are a shade of pink from blushing, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. He looks good enough to fuck. If he took time to see what you were reading he would see that youâve always been like this. You just never advertised it like he does. âAlways have been. Maybe if you were nicer to people you would know that.â His eyes close when you go back to sucking him off. They scrunch up when he isnât getting the satisfaction heâs looking for. You are barely even sucking.
Itâs more as if heâs in your mouth and you are moving up and down on it. Thereâs no suction or hand to facilitate your movements. Not enough pressure for him to feel good, in fact he just feels frustrated. Your ears perk up when you hear his little groans and whimpers. âWhatâs wrong? Is it not good?â The words yes are on the tip of his tongue, they died as soon as his eyes met yours. Thereâs this defiant look in them, as if you want him to tell you somethings wrong. âNo no itâs okay. Greatâ
You give him a smile. âGood boy.â The moans he lets out to your words are chocked on when you actually start to blow him. Rafe is no virgin thatâs for sure, but god damn he feels like one right now. This has got to be one of the best blowjobs heâs ever received, scratch that it is the best. âPlease.â He sounds pathetic and it makes you speed up. Rafe physically chokes on air from the sudden change, his body convulsing.
He keeps letting out these moans that sound whiny and a mix of pain. The way that he twitches in your mouth just confirms heâs close. Crystal blue eyes open to see why you stopped. Even in the dark his eyes are still beautiful, itâs not fair. Rafe watches as you slip out of your sleep shorts and panties, then you shirt. Leaving you fully exposed since you didnât wear a bra.
Taking your panties, you crawl up to hover over his lap. He looks up at you ready to ask you to finally fuck him but you took him by surprise by shoving your panties in his mouth. âHold this for me baby. Maybe that will finally shut you up.â The two of you stare into the others eyes as you sink down on him. Just from sucking him off you were soaked so he easily slid in. It was a good thing you muffled him. The moan he let out was so loud that it could still be heard, you had to cover his mouth just to stop the sound.
âGod you act like a fucking virgin. Thought you were the kook king who could get anyone he wanted.â Rafeâs head was pinning, everything you are doing is making him so confused. Heâs usually the one fucking, even when the girls on top he controls everything. Having you come in here and just fuck him as if heâs there for you is mind fucking. When heâs pictured this exact moment it was with you under him, screaming and clawing at his back as he fucked the shit out of you.
This is not how your first time should have gone. Itâs the wrong way around yet it felt amazing.
Sweat is forming on your skin, the moonlight reflecting off of it. Your body is on overdrive, bouncing up and down. There is a tingle in your lower abdomen, a sign of your impending orgasim. As the feeling slowly crocendos, your body leans forward. You place the hand that was covering his mouth on his throat. The squeeze of your hand has his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
Heâs so close to cumming, can feel it running from his fingertips to his arms that you have tied. He practically cries when you finally cum, your walls pulsating around him, triggering his own orgasim. You let go of his throat, wiping the tears from his eyes and shushing him. âItâs okay. You did so good.â He sobs around your panties, sucking the fabric lightly to ground himself. The way you keep slowly bouncing is killing him, heâs ready to pass out from the sensation.Â
Looking down to see where the two of you were connected was his first mistake of the night. The sight alone sent him into another smaller orgasim, his body thrashing from the overstimulation. You pull yourself up and fall down next to him. After a few minutes of not talking to catch your breaths, Rafe tries to speak. Looking over at him you can see heâs staring at you, leaning up you take your panties out of his mouth and slip them back on.
âAre you going to untie me now?â You smile at him and give him a short kiss. Getting up you gather your clothes and put them on. âThis isnât funny untie me or Iâll tell everyone you fucked me.â You walk over to the side of the bed he occupied, leaning to grab the belt holding his arms. Dipping your head to his ears you whisper to him. âReally think anyone would believe you?â
You move back watching his face drop when you walk further towards the door. âThink of this as payback for all my years of silence.â You shrug and open the door. âIâll get you back for this.â With one last look at him you smirked.
âI hope so.â
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Kissing Youđ
Content: Fairy Tail Men x gn!reader and how they like to kiss you, fluff, mentions of sex in Stingâs part
A/n: this was in my drafts lol
Lazy Kisses
Some of your favorite kisses from Rogue are those first thing in the morning ones that he gives while heâs still somewhat drowsy. Heâs so pliant and gentle when he kisses you in general, but first thing in the morning heâs like a big teddy bear.
Usually, if he wakes before you due to the rising sun peeking through the curtains, Rogue will usually stir, and feel around the bed to make sure youâre close. You usually are already pressed against his chest, but if you happen to have moved during the night, youâll either roll back over or Rogue pulls you to him. Heâs especially clinging in the morning.
Heâll press fluttering kisses against your jaw and cheek on the search for your lips. Youâll nuzzle up against his neck, your legs intertwining with his and the messy sheets. Rogue drapes his arm around your waist and inhales your scent continently. If you guys donât have a job to take, youâll fall back asleep for a while before getting up to start the day
â5 more minutes. I wanna hold you longer.â
Passionate Kisses
Sting is very passionate when he kisses you. He can be quite impatient at times, but overall is very gentle. Especially after you two have sex. You both will be hot and sweaty, tangled in each others arms and heâll kiss your lips long and slow, savoring your taste.
He loves your body and finds any part of you attractive. Heâll kiss your neck. Your shoulder. Your chest. Donât be surprised if he leaves little bite marks along the way. Sting does it honestly to just memorize the way you feel in his arms.
If youâre not going another round, heâll just slowly make out with you, his touch intense yet sweet as he mumbles how much he loves you against your lips.
âYouâre so sweet. I want to taste you more.â
Heated Kisses
Kissing Natsu is always exciting. Heâll find any reason to kiss you. In fact, he really doesnât need a reason. He just likes PDA, and will kiss you out the blue even if itâs embarrassing. Natsu though, can get really heated and passionate with his kisses, especially if he hasnât seen you in a while.
If you or him are separated for a while due to work, expect him to be all over you when you reunite. He grabs on to your chin, pulling you close as he groans into your mouth when your lips meet. Your hands find the front of his clothes, having to hold on to them tightly because Natsu will quite literally leave you breathless.
Natsuâs the type to never want to let you go. He always kisses you as if itâs his last time, so theyâre always filled with such love and emotion. Sometimes, you have to remind him that you need to breathe.
âHave I told you how much I love you?â
Breathless Kisses
Gajeel definitely likes to tease you. Heâll pull away just out of reach so that you canât reach his lips to kiss him if youâre shorter than him or turn his face at the last second to mess with you. He likes to catch you by surprise, kissing you when you least expect it.
When he does kiss you, heâs fast, rough but still sweet. His kisses donât tend to last long. Instead, he pecks your lips multiple times, leaving you breathless and flustered. In between kisses he grins, and you realize heâs messing with you again which makes you laugh.
He can be passionate when he wants to, pulling you in by your waist and capturing your lips gently. Either way, he always manages to leave you breathless and gasping for more.
âYou really take my breath away. You know that?â
Comforting Kisses
Gray has been through a lot and often leans on you for support when he has his tough days. You can usually tell when he gets in his head as heâs more moody. Even if words arenât exchanged your comforting touch and gentle kiss against his lips soothe the aching feeling of guilt in his heart.
The same goes for you when youâre having a bad day for whatever reason. If youâre crying, he kisses away your tears, all while whispering soft reassurances in your ear. Heâll take your hands into his, caressing your knuckles with his thumb before too giving them a gentle kiss.
The sweet and sensual feeling of kissing Gray is always endearing. You very much complete him and he does not hesitate to let you know how much he values you. Through the good and the bad, his love is always comforting.
âEverything is going to be all right. Iâm here.â
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Could you do headcanons with the MC that's constantly napping and sleeping but somehow can keep up with whatever is going on? Just imagine them sleep talking coherent replies in a conversation during a meeting or doing the dishes with their eyes closed and lightly snoring
The Brothers React to Functional Sleeping MC
If it wasn't for Belphie, this would have confused them all a lot more.
Considering Belphegor's constant napping and occasional conversation contributions through sleep-talk, they are much less surprised by this tendency of MC's than the vast majority of people would be. It's just a natural part of life that some people are capable of sleeping and carrying out day to day activities at the same time.
Right?
(Individual brothers below the cut.)
Lucifer finds it annoying, sure, but at least you're slow-moving. What he really fears is the MC whose intense energy shatters any semblance of peace in this house. At the end of the day, though, he's not doing anything for you that he wasn't already doing for Belphie, so it's an inconvenience he can live with.
Mammon can't tell when you're actually asleep. He's convinced that you fake it a lot, since that's something Belphie is known to do when he'd rather not participate in a conversation. So he's always suspicious when you're able to complete tasks and move around while ostensibly asleep. He tries to catch you off guard and prove that you're not really sleeping, but he's never able to do it. Still, he hates that he can never let his own guard down as far as what he says when you're sleeping nearby, since there's a 50/50 chance you'll somehow absorb what he's saying and remember it in your waking life.
Levi thinks it's cute; at least, at first he does. It's a common trope in slice-of-life anime, having super cute sleepy characters. At the same time, it's a little frustrating, because you tend to just nod off whenever he tries to talk to you for any extended length of time, and he isn't going to play the game where he keeps talking just because you might actually be absorbing what he's saying! If you aren't interested enough to stay awake, he'll just stop bothering you! Hmph.
Satan finds it kind of funny, mostly because of how his brothers react to it. Mammon acting suspicious and nervous, Levi getting his feelings hurt, Asmo fawning over you, and Beel carrying you to and from RAD like luggage. He doesn't have a tremendous amount of interest in you, exactly, but you provide some real entertainment, so he appreciates that. Plus, and big shocker here: did you know cats nap a lot? You gain points in his book for this resemblance you bear to nature's most magnificent creatures.
Asmo thinks it's just precious to watch the human sleep at the table, or at their desk, or on the floor in the library, or on the toilet, or at breakfast, or at dinner, or... Mmm, are you okay, sweetie? You need to work on your sleep schedule. If you're having trouble sleeping at night, you should just come visit him! He has all sorts of ideas for how you could wear yourself out at night so you'll be refreshed during the day! :)
Beel is a little thrown off at first, because in some ways it's like Belphie never left. You'll recall that when MC first arrives in the Devildom, the other brothers besides Lucifer think Belphie is in the human world as an exchange student. So Beel wonders if maybe there was some sort of equivalent exchange shenanigans going on. They sent up a sleepy demon, so maybe that meant a sleepy human had to come down? It's very comforting, at any rate. He makes himself your unofficial guardian, carrying you out of situations where it's not safe to just lie down and sleep, or guiding you back inside after you sleepwalk out of the House of Lamentation.
Belphie is convinced he's met his soulmate, and honestly, maybe he's right. I can only imagine that you're mellow as fuck, probably got over any hard feelings from Chapter 16, and you're fast friends with Belphie now. You nap together all the time. Belphie even shares his secret hiding places with you.
Sometimes you and Belphie have full conversations in your sleep, to the amazement and amusement of the other brothers.
MC: Hungry... Go out 'n eat... Belphie: Snnn.... Jus' stay here... Kitchen... MC: Burgers... Belphie: Too cold to walk... MC: Lazy... Belphie: No, you... MC: Wear a hat... Belphie: Fine... MC: ...Hell's Kitchen in twenty... Belphie: Hmm... *Both stand up and sleepwalk to the door.* Mammon: They're not actually asleep, right? MC: *walks directly into a wall, grumbles about traffic, then continues* Mammon: ....Right?
This is the rare MC that I'd pair with Belphie. Normally I'm a little wary about how that would pan out, but if their relationship is built on mutual sleepiness and shared hiding spots to nap, well. Love is love.
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É â make a home in you; chuckle sandwich
cw + info! fluff, headcanons / no CWs
includes! ted nivison + charlie slimecicle + jschlatt
dedication! @ivyinnit
notes! iâm currently trying to get over a breakup and am kind of struggling w yearning atmo so this request (while old) was kind of perfect thank you for dropping into my askbox, ivy!! little update: itâs been so long since iâve received this request, i know. it shouldâve been easy to get it out quickly, but school absolutely melted me this semester. i know that ivyâs deactivated now, but in the case that she comes across it, i hope you enjoy beloved <3
TED
âź yâall schedule out laundry days together. itâs cute as fuck okok
âź forehead and cheek kisses while youâre on your way out the door
âź if he wakes up before you, he makes your morning drink of choice just the way you like it! though, he prefers to sleep in with you
âź if you donât have any important plans for the day and youâve set alarms just for the sake of waking up at a certain time, he turns them all off before you wake up. he wants to give you an opportunity to rest as much as you need to; your body will wake up when itâs ready
⟠brunch dates! while you guys prefer to sleep in together, you alternate between sleeping in and waking up at a reasonable hour depending on your plans. ted really likes taking you out to brunch and just walking around window shopping with you after
âź if either of you are going somewhere important, the other will help them get ready and run through a mental checklist with them before they go in order to make sure the person leaving has absolutely everything they need
âź yâall are constantly doing bits. itâs kind of confusing for your friends, but neither of you care much because youâre just having a great time
âź ted is an absolute gentleman always, not just in the honeymoon phase. constantly opening doors for you, helping you put your sweater on when youâre leaving the house, opening the car door for you. stuff like that
âź he rubber ducks for you a lot. just sits down near you and listens, letting you work out your issues by talking it out without feeling awkward about it
âź heâs just overall a great listener and very in-tune with your needs. only gives advice and input when you ask for it, but he always makes an effort to validate your feelings. holds you when you need him to and steps back when he senses that you need space. also really good at problem solving and helping out when you get overwhelmed or have sensory overload
â when you have bad days, he has a tendency to go above and beyond. he cooks dinner for you, makes sure your comfy clothes are all washed and clean, and generally just makes sure you have to do as little as possible so that you have the proper space to calm down
CHARLIE
â you guys have rapid fire joke contests together, usually late at night when youâre sitting on kitchen counters, snacking. you go back and forth until either the two of you are laughing so hard that it would be physically impossible to keep going, or someone canât come up with a joke fast enough
â you try to stay on the sleep cycle but you both tend to get a little out of whack every once in a while, so you have these phases of going to sleep at a decent hour and then going to sleep when the sun is about to come up
â as such, you guys have these phases of making spontaneous runs to the grocery store or gas station to get snacks, usually cereal for some reason. you get whatever you want and charlie never lets you pay for any of it. on the later nights, you guys sometimes experiment with new flavors of things or weird snack combinations
â he has a thing about always making sure youâre warm enough. youâre a little chilly? heâs pulling his sweater off and pulling it over your head. once youâre all comfy and settled, heâs on his way to turn on the heater. your feet are cold? heâs running to get you a pair of fuzzy socks and a blanket in case your legs are cold too. even when youâre about to leave the house -- itâs colder than 50 outside? heâs scrambling around the house, gathering gloves and scarves and beanies for you to take with you in case you get cold, even if they donât match. no other options but youâre still cold? mans is wrapping himself around you, trying to use his body heat to warm you up himself. he hates when youâre chilly and uncomfortable :[
â brings you home little presents all the time. literally anything that remind him of you. you have a collection of buttons and keychains that heâs seen while walking through shops. he also steals cool props from videos and projects to give to you. you have a little collection going
â loves pda all the time, but not always cuddling (which can sound confusing, but let me explain). he likes casual pda with you around the house, whether it be you resting your feet in his lap while you both lounge across the couch, sitting on the floor and leaning back on his legs while you watch a movie, him putting a hand on the small of your back while he moves around/behind you, holding onto your hand until youâve walked out of reach, gently pressing his knuckles into your back while youâre laying on the other side of the bed and facing away from him. likes to be touching you when he can be but in little ways that arenât super overwhelming (mostly because i feel like youâd both be too fidgety to just cuddle)
â some of your most domestic moments are spent in the kitchen, usually cooking dinner together. itâs light and warm and it feels so much like home that you sometimes find yourself questioning if itâs all real. heâs right there to tell you it is. but back to dinner. he loves cooking for you, and you love cooking for him. itâs all laughter and winding down from work days and gentle hugs and swaying together as he hums for you
SCHLATT
â itâs a little hard to find domestic moments with schlatt off the top of your head, but theyâre there when you look for them. theyâre quiet, but theyâre ever present
â he sleeps a lot, meaning that you usually wake up before him. if heâs sleeping light enough to hear you get up, heâll roll over, half asleep, wrap his arms around your middle, and pull you back into his chest, mumbling a groggy âten more minutes, babe. iâll be up then, jusâ ten more minutes.â itâs never just ten more minutes
â he picks you up and carries you around a lot. not in the typical way. if he thinks youâre working yourself too hard, heâll grab you from your desk and throw you over his shoulder, dropping you onto the couch and forcing you to watch a movie with him. or youâll be sleepily making yourself a snack in the kitchen and heâll grab you from behind, just wrapping his arms around your middle and picking you up. he carries you, complaining and squirming, the whole way to your room and tells you itâs nap time
â you guys have a lot of nap dates. itâs an easy, sweet block of time for you guys to spend together, hazy and together while napping on and off. if one of you wakes up, you get to fondly watch the other nap until you fall asleep again. watch the easy rise and fall of their chest, run a hand through their hair, trace gentle patterns on their skin, play with their fingers, listen to the beating of your heart
â you do the dishes together. you wash and schlatt dries. sometimes you get into towel fights or start flicking water at each other with your fingers
â schlatt follows you out of bed when you get up in the middle of the night. heâd never admit it, but he has a hard time sleeping without you. he hates waking up to a cold bed. so when the clock blinks 3:17 and he feels around to find nothing beside him, even if your side of the bed is still warm, he huffs and gets up. pads through the house with puffy, tired eyes until he finds you. wraps his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on your head. âwhat are you doinâ outta bed?â he never waits for your response, just starts ushering you back to your room
â really likes seeing you in his clothes, again, not that he would ever admit it. heâll purposely âforgetâ to do your laundry so that you have to start wearing his hoodies, tee shirts, sweats, etc. it just gives him the warm fuzzies, seeing you be so comfortable and cozy in his clothes
â hangs on you a lot on days when thereâs nothing to do. heâs pretty idle about it, too, kind of like a character accessory. sometimes you just have to go around the house doing your stuff with this big man hanging off of you because you donât have the heart to tell him to leave you alone for an hour or two to get your work done
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How about some angsty HCs?? đ
How would Kunikida, Dazai, Fukuzawa, Chuuya and Fyodor (or anyone else youâd like too) react to their s/o taking a hit for them that would have otherwise been fatal if they didnât?? S/o ends up being okay but the gentlemen are all angsty in the meantime >:)
Thanks so much lovely! đĽ°đ
Hello, my lovely! It's been a while since I wrote some good old angst, so this scratched an itch. I hope these are what you are looking for!
Characters: Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Kunikida Doppo
Contents: death mentions, suicide mentions, controlling behaviour, anger issues
Nakahara Chuuya
Ooh, itâs kinda difficult for him to deal with? Heâs in two minds about it, really.Â
On one hand, heâs strong enough that whatever blow was being dealt to him really wouldnât have hurt him that much, or so he tells himself. All he can think about is that moment where the bullet/bomb/fireball, whatever it is, was coming toward you. Yes, you survived it, but he had to live through the nanoseconds of absolute hell when he thought he was just about to see another person he cares about die right before his eyes.Â
His temper erupts afterward. Heâs furious, yelling at you that you âdidnât fuckinâ need to do that!â Youâd be forgiven for thinking that itâs his pride youâve hurt, but itâs anger born of worry. Those few moments he thought you were going to die were harrowing for him.Â
Imagine if he carelessly lost the person he loves the most, just because he was too slow or too stupid to see it coming? Shit, he could never live with himself if that happened.Â
However, thereâs the other side of the coin. Which is that you cared about him enough to intercept a blow aimed at him. Chuuya canât remember the last time someone did that for him. Heâs used to being the tank, to soaking up all the violence so the geniuses can get on with their schemes. He doesnât really know how to handle someone trying to protect him, like heâs something vulnerable.
He likes it and he doesnât. Heâs grateful and heâs pissed. Chuuyaâs a complicated creature.Â
Once heâs done yelling and has calmed down a little, heâll mutter something that sounds like a âthank youâ, though he says it with his eyes mulishly averted and one arm wrapped tightly around your waist. He wonât be letting you out of his sight for a while, even while heâs being a grouch.
Dazai Osamu
While he might not show it on the surface, this has a rather profound effect on Dazai. Remember the last time someone he loved died in front of him?
While he pretends to be calm on the surface, inside heâs in turmoil. He should have seen it coming; youâre the self-sacrificing sort, always trying to save him in one or another. But before now, it hasnât been literal.Â
I feel like time moves very slowly for someone as fast as Dazai. He was able to process far too much information in those few seconds you were in danger. All of his mistakes, laid out for him as plain as day.Â
He tends to convince himself that he can plan around every kind of incident but this is a start reminded that this isnât always the case.
âHey, bella?â His tone is unusually serious. His hand on your shoulder. âIâm going to need you not to do that again. Believe it or not, I donât want to see you die in front of me.â
If you pay close attention, youâll notice Dazai doesnât make any more double suicide jokes after that. They donât have the same appeal. Dazai doesnât think he could stand to watch you die, even if you did want to join him.Â
He keeps a close watch on you after that, turning up unexpectedly throughout your day without any explanation, his lanky form popping up like a weed.
Fyodor Dostoevsky
While he will never, ever reveal it, this will shake Fyodorâs iron-clad ego a little bit. He likes to think he is in control of everything, and he can predict every single action of yours down to the blink. For whatever reason, he didnât foresee you getting in his way and taking a hit meant for him.Â
You gain an element of unpredictability, which is both intriguing and alarming for him.Â
There is also the fact that you stepped in to take a hit for him. While heâs used to having underlings who look up to him like a god (Ivan), he doesnât count you amongst the peons. Heâs got you wrapped around his little finger, but in a way that promotes adoration and obedience, not self-sacrificing recklessness. Heâll have to step back and examine your relationship somewhat.
âMy darling, what was the meaning of that?â he asks of you, his tone soft and a little dangerous. âI do not need you flinging yourself in the path of danger for me. I have everything in hand.â
He likes your devotion, but he doesnât want you getting in the way of his plans. And he does care about you, love you in his own wayâhe doesnât want to lose something he sees as his.Â
If you were injured at all, he will have the best private doctors on hand to treat you. Be prepared for his love and attention to be a little stifling for a while. He wonât want to let you out of his sight.Â
As for the person whose attack you foiled? Fyodor will turn the full weight of his enormous intellect to destroying them. They were dead the moment their attack came near something he cares about.
Fukuzawa Yukichi
Fukuzawa is very much the self-sacrificing sort. Heâs said more than once that he doesnât mind giving up his life in order to ensure peace in Yokohama, or to protect the lives of the younger members of the agency. Heâs heavily bound by duty.
While he holds these values to himself, he doesnât expect you to abide by the same code. In fact, he doesnât want you to. Youâre not a grizzled old samurai like him. (His words, not yours.)
He also heavily dislikes the idea that you were in danger because of him. Your relationship with him shouldnât be a source of danger for you. As soon as heâs sure youâre safe and well, he will sit back and mull things over in his silent, intense way. He considers all options, from simply killing the person who tried to attack him, to ending your relationship with him to ensure your safety.
Thankfully, he comes to the conclusion that you are an adult who knows what is good for you. Heâs never hidden the truth from you, and if youâre willing to face that to stand at his side, then Fukuzawa needs to respect that. He canât make your decisions for you.Â
âHowever,â he says. âI must ask that you do not do that again. I can accept my own death, but not yours.â
âDonât you trust me to watch your back?â
âObviously, you can be trusted,â he says. âToday is evidence enough, but know that I could not live with myself if you were injured or killed looking out for me. If death is coming for me, I have earned it.â
He canât really be talked out of this mindset, but thatâs part of why you fell for him in the first place. Just make him a promise that you wonât put yourself at risk on his behalf.Â
Kunikida Doppo
Poor Kunikida.
One of his ideals is that he will never watch anyone die right in front of him if he can help it. The last time he had to watch an innocent person die, it almost shattered his psyche.Â
If you were to die in front of him, it would break him utterly. Even though youâre fine, the close shave rattles him down to his core. Instead of blowing his top and then settling down, the way youâre used to him doing, Kunikida becomes grim and quiet.Â
He refuses to step away from your bedside while youâre in the hospital for a check-up after the incident. His notebook of ideals is folded in his pocket, ignored. The fact he isnât scribbling anything down is a little alarming. Heâs not Kunikida if heâs not adding little notes to it every five minutes. He has his hands steepled together, his face grim behind his glasses.
âAre you going to yell at me?â you ask him.Â
Kunikida lifts his gaze to you, almost as if heâs surprised to hear you speak. He breaks out of his reverie a little bit, sitting up and pushing his glasses further up his nose. The light hits the lenses, hiding his expression from you a little. His voice is sombre.
âI must thank you for saving my life,â he tells you, almost formal.Â
âThatâs not the only thing bothering you, is it?â You know him well enough by now. You reach out and take one of his hands.
Kunikida fingers tighten around yours, trembling slightly. Itâs the only way that you can see how completely off centre he is.Â
âKunikida?â
âDonâtâŚdonât make me worry like that again. Please.â
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aaaaomg... the response to my ask (i was the shark person lad) is so good :DD it got my brain bouncing around in my skull like a bouncy ball cause i love sharks and the 141 monster au
imagine an oceanic whitetip shark merman (i did mention whitetips a few times in my past ask, they're one of my favorite sharks) being in tf141 with the boys. whitetips are known for being one of the more aggressive sharks and some of the strongest in the ocean. like dragons, whitetips are prideful and stubborn in nature. they also tend to be on the larger end of merfolk, having muscular and tanky bodies to support their natural aggression. whitetips tails especially are strong so they can swim fast enough to keep up with prey - so their legs are naturally stronger to keep up with the weight of their powerful shark tail.
whitetips tend to be picky with their mates - like most of the larger shark merfolk, i imagine they'd want someone who can match their strength, and well after sparring with any four of the boys they'd definitely realize that "oh damn. maybe he is suitable" then go through the strange process of trying to court whoever they sparred with. it would involve a lot of nibbling and following them around to really determine if he's right, along with a few lost teeth that soooomehow end up on the desk of who they're courting.
ahem also dragon price and mershark reader makes me think. just a small note
but yeah that's all :) thank you for making my brain turn into a bouncy ball over my obsession with sharks and monsterfucking LMAO
Oh oh oh what if sharkmer are polygamous? Like it's so rare to find another of their kin so any time they find someone and they're compatible they end up joining/creating a polycule where everyone's fucking everyone?
So like, pre-existing poly141 with a new member reader, and at first you don't think too highly of them. But them you start sparring with them, get your ass handed as often as you hand it out, and yeah. . . you're smitten.
Soap fucking loves your little habit of nibbling on him, you two winding up on the couch somewhere with you nibbling on his pecs while he does the some to your tail, Price having a good laugh when he finds you two purring while you do it.
Gaz just likes your bulk, the fact you're so much wider and bigger than him, dwarfing him in size. I hc harpies have this old instinct to rest/nest in like caves or something, so when you wrap your strong arms around you it just makes him feel so safe, especially if you then tuck his head into your neck and he can't see and it's like he's surrounded by heaven, calm and relaxed in the same way raptors are calm when they got that hood on their head.
Ghost likes the fact you're generally quiet, likes the fact you can keep up with him and even pin him down (as well as a wraith can be pinned down). Likes being forced to submit under you, both of you tumbling around on the ground in an attempt to defeat the other until your thick tail is sweeping him out from under his feet and you're nibbling on his neck.
Price takes the longest to come around with you, mostly because he's so possessive and protective of what's his. But he sees you take care of his hoard, take care of him, and the next time you return from a mission, still wet from the swimming you'd had to do, Price pulls you into his office, a deep rumble in his throat. "Did well back there." He says as he takes your hand and bites it, keeping eye contact with you so you know he knows what he's doing, and suddenly you're lunging at him with the intent to mate.
And also sharks have 2 dicks soooođ
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Could you make a fic where Miguel gets the female reader pregnant and they're happy but he's worried about her safety? Maybe have a villain find out? Cause some angst?
Risk Something (You're Losing Me)
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara (Spiderman: Across The Spiderverse) x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Language. Spoilers (Miguel's backstory is mentioned). Angst! Alert!, Unplanned pregnancy!Alert.
Word count: 4.3K
A/N: Since I had already established some background and emotional intimacy, I thought I could write this as a sort-of-sequel to my previous one-shot Host of a Ghost. I was so excited to write this, especially because I don't usually write angst but I like to push my boundaries and leave my confort zone. Hope that it pays off and, of course dear anon, that you like it <3
Part III
Youâd never really believed in long-distance relationships. After being witness to so many unsuccessful ones, youâd cataloged the entire concept into a box labeled âcertain failureâ and tucked it away in the back of your head. And yet, with an inconsistency worthy of your friend Hobie, youâd gone and gotten yourself involved in no less than an interdimensional relationship.
How? Well, that was a good question.
All it took was five simple steps:
Step one: Live a regular life. Go to school, graduate, and try to go for a Ph.D. that gets you working near genetically modified insects for just the right amount of time for you to become careless enough to let one crawl onto your backpack, take it to your apartment, and let it sting you. Throw in some negligence, forfeit going to the hospital, and go on about your afternoon. Warning, some side effects like loss of consciousness or intense headaches can be expected.
Step two: Congratulations! Youâve now become a super-powered person with abilities that range from climbing walls and performing gravity-challenging parkour to creating a sticky web-like element that helped you swing from one building to another. Toy around with your new talents, and grow comfortable with them before realizing that you can actually use them to be the much-needed help your city needs.
Step three: Turns out youâre not the only one with this kind of ability out there. Thereâs a whole Spider-Society full of similarly enhanced people who try and do their best to keep their own dimensions safe, and youâve not only caught their eye but have actually been invited to join them. Let your new guide Jess Drews show you around, and explain all the benefits that come from joining a team such as theirs. If you decline, you can go back home and thatâll be all.
If youâre interested, itâll be necessary to convince the leader but they could use some extra help so it shouldnât be particularly hard. It sounds like an amazing chance. Information you wouldnât have access to otherwise, mind-blowing facilities where you can polish your newly acquired abilities, possible new friends that actually know what youâre going throughâŚSay youâll think about it. Right as youâre about to leave, the most fucking gorgeous man youâve ever seen in your entire life walks past without paying either of you any mind, busy while speaking to another Spider-Person. You ask who that is, turns out heâs the aforementioned leader, âwill I ever have to work with him?â, you ask. âProbably, eventuallyâ Replies Jess. Ask when you can start.
Step four: Do your best to earn your place in this elite group. Successfully improve your fighting skills, read everything available on interdimensional traveling and the multiverse. Understand it almost instantly because thatâs how smart you are, kudos to you. Realize that for some reason, despite never actually interacting with you, Spider-Society leader Miguel OâHara tends to stare. A lot. Is it because youâre progressing as fast as Jessica says or because sheâs a complete liar and youâre actually doing it all wrong? No idea. All you know is that even during mundane scenarios like laughing in the hall with all the newest additions to the team or in line at the cafeteria, you feel a certain tingle in the back of your head that makes you turn around. Of course, the moment your eyes meet, he turns around and leaves. An odd one, yes. But youâve also heard things. Rumors, here and there about his life before creating the Society. Whispers about a lost family and some video archives being the only evidence that they even existed in the first place. And, of course, the fault he had in the destruction of their dimension. You sympathize with him, despite his apathetic attitude towards you. Youâve seen him interact with those heâs closer to, and you know thereâs more to him than he lets on. Youâd be elated if he ever let you take just one look at the smidge of his old self that sometimes peeked out from behind the iron curtain. Well, not really. One look wouldnât be enough. If anything, it would only cement your feelings for the man.
Step five: Curiosity killed the cat. We all know that. You know that. And yet, you decided to go snooping around Miguel OâHaraâs computer and personal files until you accidentally switch his computer on for long enough to let the videos heâs always watching start playing. HeâŚhis daughterâŚan entire lost life gone before his eyes. Then, before you could do the right thing and turn the computer off, an eerily familiar voice called at him from behind the camera. So, of course, you had to keep watching. Long story short? All those oddly constant stares, that coldness towards you, unwillingness to look you in the eye, was because of two reasons: first, you were a nearly identical interdimensional variant of the wife heâd lost in the dimension he unwittingly erased from existence. Two, as heâd confessed after realizing youâd found out about the truth, Miguel had come to terms with the fact that he was in love with you, not as a replacement for somebody from his past but as a new presence in his life that heâd been struggling to watch from afar, unwilling to let all his repressed feelings spill out like water from a broken dam. Until that night, of course.
Now, eight months later, youâd come to realize there was actually a sixth step youâd never actually considered until now that you were in thisâŚsituationship.
Step six: Uncomfortably avoid every and all circumstances in which interdimensional disparities and canon consistency regarding your relationship could come up. Donât say anything like âWell, itâs been nice but Iâve got to go back to my own dimensionâ because that would remind him that his dimension was not yours too. That you were after all still a stranger in a strange land. Which of course also meant never inviting him to stay in your dimension.
Deep inside, you knew that all those details would eventually cause problems, especially regarding the inner conflict Miguel was always dealing with knowing what he was doingâŚwhat you were both doing, went against his strongest principle. But by God he was happy. Happier than heâd thought he could ever feel again. More than he deserved. So he just ignored those intrusive thoughts and focused on whatever task was at hand. And you were too. Even after just eight months, life without him already seemed unimaginable. He was your first thought in the morning and your last before you went to sleep, and more than once his presence beside you had been not just a figment of your imagination, but a part of your reality as you felt his strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer whenever you strayed too far from him in bed as he groggily whispered, âÂżY a dĂłnde crees que vas, preciosa?â, Or when he buried his nose in the crook of your neck, lining it up with soft kisses that sometimes ended up in both of you being late for your assigned tasks. With so much on the line, you were more than happy to avoid those spiky subjects. It seemed like such a small price to pay with all you were getting in return. Â
You werenât sure of where all this was going, but none of that mattered. Right now, you were together. Inside the Spider-Society you were a great team and each one was a valuable asset. Outside, every second spent in your arms was enough to make him forget Spider-Man. To you, he was Miguel and nothing more. And that was all you needed.
Life was good. You were happy with the way things were. Until, as it usually happens, a necessary disruption came quite literally crashing into your life in the shape of a fifteen-year-old that carelessly swung around a corner and crashed into you after youâd been chasing him like the rest of the Spider-People after receiving Miguelâs message.
âMiles?â You asked, recalling his name, which youâd actually been hearing for quite some time since the circumstances of his existence started being a problem for your boyfriend. The boy didnât answer. He just looked at you, his eyes filled with confusion and fear until you hesitantly took a step aside to leave the escape route open for him. If anything he looked even more baffled, but when the noise of his pursuers reached your ears he rushed down the hall and you lost him after he took a sharp turn.
Before you could be spotted, you ran in the opposite direction and hid around a corner as you tried to call Miguel on your watch. Of course, it was in vain. Well, Plan B. Fortunately, this time you did get a reply.
â(Y/N)?â
âPeter! Yes, itâs me! Where are you?â
âWhere do you think? Iâm going after him like everybody else. I need to get to him beforeâŚsweetie, please just get back in there, Daddyâs on the phone right nowâŚI need to get to him before- â
âHeâs already left the headquarters,â You informed him.
âWait, you saw him?â
âAbout a minute ago. He was on his way to the North exit.â
â(Y/N), are you sure you should be a part of this chase right now?â
âWhy not? Jessica is there, isnât she?â You replied, smiling to yourself. Good old Peter B., looking out for you like some sort of self-appointed brother figure.
âWell yeah, but sheâs not running, kid. Although I donât think she should be on one of those death machines either, I donât what sheâsâŚâ
While he kept on rambling for a bit, you looked around and wondered if youâd ever seen the building this empty.
Empty.
Your eyes slowly ran along the pearly white walls until they landed on the hallway that led to the room where the Go Home Machine was kept. Practically unchecked, if Spider-Byte had joined the pursuit.
âP.B., Iâll talk to you later,â You absent-mindedly replied, hanging up on him without waiting for an answer as you dashed down the hallway.
You kept thinking about that poor kidâs eyes. After having all that information unloaded onto him, instead being given enough time to somewhat process everything he now had to escape from the very people he was supposed to feel safe amongst. When he sat on the floor right in front of you right after the crash, he was sure you would immediately hand him over. Maybe a few months ago you wouldâve done it without hesitation but nowâŚthings had changed.
There it was. The Go-Home Machine. You thought you saw a purple blast inside that let you know Byte was still there. However, if your theory was correct, Miles would have to go through that hall and therefore, you. A few minutes later, a sudden voice booming from your watch startled you.
â(Y/N)!â
âMiguel? Where are you? Iâve been trying toâŚâ
â(Y/N), listen to me! Miles lured everybody out on purpose, heâs trying to get to the machine. I can see your location back at the headquarters and he should be coming your way in less than a minute!â
âAlright. Iâll handle it.â You replied, ending the call before he could ask you to elaborate on that.
Sure enough, light footsteps came in your direction shortly after. Right as Miles entered your field of view, an alert issued by your watch made your stomach drop and a dreadful feeling fill your chest. However, youâd made up your mind. There was no going back now.
Mile spotted you at the end of the hall and stopped in his tracks. His eyes were determined, not as afraid as a few moments earlier. If he was there that meant heâd somehow gotten past Miguel. You fought back a smile when you wondered how pissed heâd be about it. Having his ass kicked by a teenager was something that, maybe under different circumstances, you could tease him about.
âHeâs a delight, isnât he?â You finally spoke, trying to somewhat lighten the mood while taking a step toward the kid. However, he got in a defensive stance, furrowing his eyebrows in distrust.
âItâs okay, Iâm not going to hurt you, I just want to talk.â You assured, showing him both your hands, âMiles, listen very carefully. This is exactly what Miguel was talking about a while ago. At this very moment. Right now, Iâm supposed to stop you from getting to that machine and handing you over,â
Of course, he took another step back.
âMiles Iâm not going to do that,â You assured him.
âWhy not?â He immediately asked, constantly looking behind him, wondering if this was just you trying to stall him like, unbeknownst to you, he thought Peter had tried to do a while ago.
âBecause Iâm sure thereâs a better way to go about all this. I love him so much, I do, but heâs so afraid that I donât think heâs willing to see other possibilities and by the time he does, it might be too late for you. Now go before anybody else gets here.â
You didnât have to tell him twice. Miles darted past you as soon as you finished talking, taking a second to look back before reaching the dimly lit room where his ticket home was. His eyes scanned your face and darted down for one second before he looked up at you, a new worry in his eyes that had you wondering whether his spider-sense was strong enough to perceive something youâd just found out yourself. Â
âAre you going to be okay?â Miles asked, his eyes looking down for a moment once again. Did he know? Did he mean âyouâ as in just you or as inâŚ?
âYes, donât worry. Now get out of here.â You insisted. With one last hasty âthanksâ, he ran into the room as your left in the opposite direction. You werenât worried about Spider-Byte. She was a good kid, and sheâd do the right thing.
The right thing. What did that even mean anymore?
Youâd deal with the moral implications later. For now, as you found yourself on the other side of the headquarters, your mind was set on finding Miguel. Maybe you could try and talk some sense into him, make him reconsider whether this wasâŚ
âWhat the hell was that?â
By now youâd gotten used to Miguelâs habit of sneaking up on you. Usually, hearing his voice coming out of nowhere brought a smile to your face. This time, you closed your eyes and winced as you felt his presence behind you.
âDonât even try lying. I know that voice you used in the call. The one for when youâre about to ignore whatever order Iâm about to give you, so I checked the cameras.â
âMiguel, IâŚâ You began to explain yourself just to be harshly cut off.
â(Y/N), what were you thinking? Do you realize what you just did? Do you have the slightest idea of the consequencesâŚ?â
âI do realize that you just asked a fifteen-year-old child to stand by and let his father get killed right before calling his existence a mistake, Miguel. What were you thinking?â
âI was thinking of our safety, and that includes Milesâ. Youâre right, heâs a kid and that means heâs selfish and immature enough to endanger everything weâve all been risking our lives to protect for years.â
âMiguel, listen to me,â You insisted, âYouâre scared. I know. I am, too, but have you ever considered that maybe thereâs another solution? Do we even know for sure that allowing the kid to go and try to save his father is going to cause any real damage?â
âWhat if it does? Are you just going to tell me âSorry, Miguel, you were rightâ and thatâs all? (Y/N), Dios mĂo, piensa. Gwen said the same thing but we couldnât trust her with being objective because heâs her friend,â
âWait, what do you mean couldnât?â You asked. Miguel clenched his jaw and turned away, unable or unwilling to look at you.
âMiguel, please tell me you didnât send her back. Not with how she left things back there,â
His absolute silence told you everything. Shaken, you took a step back.
âWhat is wrong with you?â You hissed the disappointed look in your eyes hurting like a sharp dagger to his chest.
â(Y/N), mi amor, Iâm just trying toâŚâ
âYouâre such a hypocrite,â You angrily spat out, âYou go around preaching about how important sticking to your stupid canon is and the delicate balance of the multiverse when you know damn well that what weâre doing goes against every single one of those things,â
âNo, no, thatâs very different,â Miguel disputed,
âHow is it different?â You argued back, boldly moving closer to him wishing you were taller so you could face him, âIâm from another dimension, there is no way that we were supposed to meet from the beginning. You had your world, this world, and when you tried to live another life in a different one, an entire dimension was destroyed. I had my world, and for all I know maybe there was somebody there that I was supposed to meet but thankfully I ended up here first so I could meet you. But you know what? My universe is fine, yours is too and I swear I had never been happier in my entire life.â
âYouâre right.â He muttered in deep thought.
âYes, I am. And maybeâŚâ You started to say, a relieved smile tugging at the edges of your mouth until he looked up and the expression in his eyes made your throat dry up.
âWeâve been messing with fire all this time. There is probably somebody you can be with without endangering your entire dimension. And thisâŚthis is the hand I was dealt and I should just accept it and live with it. Youâre right. Maybe this was all a mistake from the beginning.â
âNo. No, come on, you donât mean that.â You shook your head in denial, lifting both your hands to cup his face in your hands, to bring him close like he had done the night you finally could let all the love you felt for him escape its confinement in your chest.
Miguel grabbed your hands before you could touch him and moved away from you before releasing them as he finally built up the courage to look you in the eye.
âAre you serious?â You asked, your voice quivering with anger as you felt tears begin to dwell in your eyes, âSo thatâs it? Youâd rather sacrifice us than find a different way to solve this?â
âWell, what did you think was going to happen, (Y/N)? That this would go on forever and weâd keep pretending everything is fine and that you donât have to wear a fucking machine on your wrist every time you come to see me because even the cells in your body know you were never supposed to be here?â Â
âOh, right, so you expect me to believe that you always knew this was going to be temporary? Then what was this? Something to take the edge off after a rough day until you decided it was time to stop fooling around and just be done with it?â
Deep inside, you knew what his response was going to be, but every inch of your heart silently pleaded for you to be wrong. To pull you into his arms and apologize for trying to send you away and promise that youâd get through this because you loved each other and that was all that mattered.
âI donât know why you thought it was anything else,â
For a minute, you wondered if this was all actually happening. Maybe this was all a nightmare fueled by all the training simulations youâd gone over lately, and youâd wake up crying just to find Miguel asleep next to you, his wide back slowly rising and sinking with every calm breath he took. Your crying would wake him up and heâd furrow his eyebrows and ask what had happened.
âI had a nightmare, thatâs all,â Youâd say, wiping your tears off and trying to downplay it. But he knew better. He always knew better. He would pull you close and bury your head in his chest, placing a kiss on top of your head while warning you that he was the only one allowed to have nightmares because otherwise heâd have to start comforting you too and neither would get a full night of rest. And you would laugh softly as you drifted off, lulled by the warmth of his chest and his smell of sage lotion and cheap fabric softener.
But no. You were very much awake, and instead of comforting you with promises and reassurances, he was walking away from you after delivering the final blow to your heart.
Since he had his back turned to you, you felt free to let the repressed tears freely fall down your face as you helplessly watch him go until he disappeared around a corner. All of a sudden, you felt as if the walls of the headquarters had begun to close around you to asphyxiate you, and the sound of the returning Spider-People made you realize you didnât want to be there for one more second.
Thanks to your watch, you were back âhomeâ in a few seconds.
âHomeâ. Your empty apartment where youâd lived alone for years. Where heâd never set foot, and at least in that way it was free of his memory. Or so you thought until you looked over your shoulder at the ajar bathroom door. Inside, atop the porcelain sink, still rested the positive pregnancy test youâd left there before having to rush over to the headquarters to help with the latest anomaly.
That memory felt so distant now. As if it had happened years ago, in a different life. You suppose in a way, it did belong to another life. A life that was over now.
Numbly, you made your way toward the ragged sofa, collapsing on top of it as soon as you were close enough. It was only then that the full weight of the last day and a half sank in and, as you gently wrapped your arms around your stomach, you let the tears fall until your throat burned, the dusty cushions muffling your broken sobs.
âIâm sorry, I donât think I heard correctly, you did what?â
The seriousness of the situation was enough for Peter to fasten a small strap in Maydayâs baby carrier to make sure she wonât go anywhere for a few minutes as he waited for his friendâs platform to reach ground level. He couldnât be chasing his toddler around and ripping Miguel a new one at the same time.
âI did what I had to do. Itâs for her own good,â
âRight, because youâre such an arrogantâŚâ He paused to carefully place his hands over Maydayâs tiny ears, ââŚsuch an arrogant dick that you think you know whatâs best for everyone, including a fully grown, intelligent, woman like (Y/N)â
âShit, Parker, do you think it was easy for me?â Miguel uttered, pinching the bridge of his nose before resting his face against the palm of his hand, âWhat I said about this being the hand I was dealtâŚI donât know how Iâm supposed to deal with that. Hell, I donât even know how Iâm going to keep myself from showing up at her dimension to try and get her back here the first chance I get.â
âAnd why would you have to keep yourself from doing that?â Peter asked patiently. It sounded like a better alternative to âMiguel, I love you man but I swear youâve got the emotional availability of a tree stump. Beats me how (Y/N) was able to get you to admit your feelings without prying your chest open with a jigsaw to see your pounding heart for herself.â
âShe was right. We were never supposed to meet in the first place. Not like this. Itâs notâŚâ
âMiguel, I swear if I hear the word âcanonâ even once in this conversation Iâm going to drive my head through a wall,â
âJust because you donât take anything seriously doesnât mean everybodyâs the same,â Miguel hissed back.
âThatâs where youâre wrong. Last time I didnât take something seriously, I ended up just like you will unless you get your priorities sorted out. Alone, and regretting not focusing on what was important,â
âThis is important,â Miguel stubbornly argued.
âMore important than what you had? Look at yourself. Just forty-eight hours ago you were as happy with (Y/N) as youâd been for the past eight months. And as happy as Iâve been with Mayday and my wife who, by the way, wouldnât even be with me if it wasnât for that kid you just called a mistake. And do you see my dimension going up in flames? Or yours? Or hers?â
Unable to find an argument against that, Miguel remained silent, his eyes fixed on an empty spot on the wall in front of him.
âListen, I know youâre afraid. You donât want her to get hurt, but if you love her as much as you claim to, then youâre taking the choice of a coward right now. And you canât afford to be one, especially now.â
âEspecially now?â Miguel inquired, turning to look at his friend who, much to his surprise, pressed his lips together as if heâd made a mistake and instead focused on getting Maydayâs hair out of her face.
âMy point is; I know you well enough to know you worship that woman. And she thinks youâre pretty decent too. And I can tell you from experience that youâre going to regret it for the rest of your life if you let this come between you.â
Not knowing what else to add, Peter gently patted Miguelâs shoulder before leaving the room, hoping heâd given him enough to think about. Hopefully, enough to make him change his mind.
Meanwhile, Miguel hadnât moved since Peter left the room, mulling his words over.
Two, particularly, had stuck with him for some reason.
Especially now.
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