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Mini Transducer for the Little Alien [Pikmin, The Girl From Tomorrow]

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When Captain Olimar finds himself on planet Earth in the year 3000, its inhabitants welcome him with joy. Not only do they invent a breathing mask for him, so Olimar can wear casual clothes while keeping his life support, but they teach him how to use a Transducer. A mini Transducer created just for him.

The Transducer is a kind of headband worn over the forehead, like a tiara. It has a teardrop-shaped black plate in the middle. On this plate is a round transparent crystal.

The Transducer focuses the power of the mind, enabling his/her user to levitate objects, heal wounds and interact with futuristic devices.

At first, Olimar has difficulty using his Transducer, even with the help of Alana and several children.

"He doesn't concentrate hard enough." A little boy told him.

"You have to concentrate!" A little girl told him.

"The Transducer is a tool for projecting your mental energy." Alana, a 14-year-old teenager and healer in training, had explained to him. "You have to feel that energy before you concentrate. It's a psychic state to achieve."

Despite this, Olimar isn't the type to give up. After days and days of practice, he manages to put himself in the right psychic state to project his mental energy. When he manages to levitate an apple, Olimar can't contain his joy. He jumps, runs and screams like a child discovering his presents at Christmas.

His behavior upset some people from the year 3000 as they have been used to controlling their emotions from an early age. Alana is an exception but she won't say why she has learned to respect expressing joy, sadness or anger. Thus Alana talks to those who have been offended by Olimar's behavior. That solves the problem.

When Captain Olimar returns to Hocotate with his mini Transducer, he can't wait to show it off and tell all about what he's discovered on this planet. Yet he's sure he's already known a planet called Earth. Could there be more than one? Hm.

[cloakedsparrow]

Dick: Okay, I think we’re gonna have to do ‘Good Cop, Bad Cop’.

Jason: Yeah. It’s tropey but it works.

Dick: Exactly. Wanna flip for Bad Cop?

Jason: You’re kidding.

Dick: Or we could play Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spock?

Jason: Dude, I can’t be Good Cop. I kill people, remember? You can’t kill people and be Good Cop.

Dick: Those were traffickers and mob lieutenants. These are Rogue goons.

Jason: What, like that matters?

Dick: Yes, that matters. They don’t care that you took out some mobsters. They care that you revived the Joker after beating him to death and then let him go.

Jason: I didn’t revive him, I just didn’t let him die yet! And I didn’t let him go either! That was Batman! I was gonna kill the psycho!

Dick: Yeah, well, you still kept him alive and the goons probably know it. Just like they know I was happy to leave him dead when I killed him.

Jason: What?

Dick: You heard me.

Jason: You…?

Dick: Killed the Joker? Yes. I thought he killed Timmy and then when I confronted him, he said your name and…I didn’t stop hitting him until he choked on his own blood.

Jason: Then…how is he still alive?

Dick: Batman revived him.

Jason Fucking what?

Dick: Yeah.

Jason: Well, now I definitely can’t be Good Cop. I’m way to pissed for that shit.

Dick: Well, so am I.

Jason: Fuck.

Dick: Fuck.

Jason: So now whadda we do? Try to beat it outta him?

Dick: No, he'll lock down. That's why I suggested "Good Cop, Bad Cop" to begin with.

Jason: So we need a Good Cop.

Dick: Okay, I’m gonna call Timmy and see if he can come play Good Cop.

Jason: Good plan.

Dick [talking into a secure (& Batman-proof) phone]: Hey, Robin, you busy?

Tim [on speakerphone]: Kinda, yeah. What’s going on? You sound weird.

Dick: Hood and I need to get some intel from a goon, and we’re thinking “Good Cop, Bad Cop” is the way to go but neither of us can pull off Good Cop right now.

Tim: Shit. I’m in Bangkok right now-

Jason: The fuck are you doing in Bangkok?

Tim: Speedy needed help with a thing.

Dick: In Bangkok?

Tim: No. She’s in Korea.

Jason: So, again, why the fuck are you in Bangkok?

Tim: Because Lady Shiva’s here and she’s perfect for what Speedy needs, so I’m calling in a favor she owes me.

Dick: You’re calling in a favor from Lady Shiva because Speedy needs help with a thing in Korea.

Tim: Yep. You got it.

Dick: No, that’s- You say that like it doesn’t require any further-

Tim: Can you hang on for a second? There’s an assassin tailing me.

Dick: Shit. Do you need us to send someone out there?

Jason; Starfire should be done with her thing by now. She's not on your shit list, right?

Tim: No, I like Kori. But I’m good now. My assassin got the other assassin.

Dick: You have an assassin?

Tim: Kinda? She defected from the League of Assassins and is up for hire but she always gives me priority since she feels like she owes me a life-debt.

Dick: Again, you sound like you think that statement doesn’t require any further explanation.

Jason: So you hired your assassin buddy to kill the other assassin?

Tim: What? No. Of course not. She didn’t kill him. We’ll question him later. She never kills on my jobs since she knows I don’t like it.

Dick: What about other jobs?

Tim: That’s her business. We aren’t all control freaks, you know.

Dick: That’s-

Jason: That’s good, Little Red. Good that you have healthy boundaries.

Dick: I have healthy boundaries.

Jason: Sure you do.

Tim: Okay, you’re gonna have to argue that on your own. I’m supposed to help my friends out with something after I get Shiva to help Speedy, but I have to handle this interrogation first. So how about I just send my friends the twenty-five plans I drew up and ask Bunker if he minds helping you out before he joins us? He should be able to get inside Gotham in less than ten minutes.

Jason: Oh, Bunker’s perfect for Good Cop.

Tim: Right? They’ll spill everything and probably give him their grandma’s secret family recipes on top of it.

Dick: Wait. Back it up. You have twenty-five plans drawn up? What are you guys up against?

Tim: Nothing we can’t handle. Young Justice figures, why even bother with a plan B if you aren’t gonna cover the whole alphabet?

Jason: There’s twenty-six letters in the alphabet, Little Red.

Tim: Yeah, but plan Z is always the same, so we don’t bother listing it anymore.

Dick: Is it ‘get an adult’?

Tim: Of course not.

Jason: When you were a Teen Titan, how often did you call in an adult when you probably should have?

Dick: Okay, that’s fair.

Jason: So what’s plan Z?

Tim: ‘Fuck it, we ball’.

Dick: That’s not a pl-

Jason: That’s perfect. I love it.

Dick: No. Don’t encourage him.

Tim: Thanks, Red. So do you want me to ask Bunker about helping you? I’m kinda on a time crunch now.

Jason: Yes, please.

Tim: Okay. He’s on the way. Is there anything else?

Dick: Whe-

Jason: No, we’re good. Have fun storming the castle!

Tim: ‘Kay, bye!

Jason: Bye!

Dick: The fuck-

Jason: Bunker and I can handle the interrogation here and Timmy and his assassin friend are gonna be busy with an interrogation there for a bit. If you take off now, you can probably catch up with him and go all big brother like you’re dying to.

Dick: You sure?

Jason: Yeah, I’m sure me and Bunker can handle this asshole.

Dick: Thank you.

Jason: Yeah, well, you did kill the Joker. That’s gotta count for something, right?

Dick: I’ll tell you all about it after I make sure Timmy doesn’t get himself killed or lose another organ.

Jason: I’ll hold you to- Timmy lost an organ?

Dick [already calling Kori to get him to Tim]: Later. I’m on a time crunch now!

Jason: I’m holding you to that!

Jason: *sighs* No one in this family knows how to share.

[im-yn-suckers]

after an intense practice at the HYBE building, the studio is quiet except for the sound of ni-ki’s heavy breathing as he takes a moment to catch his breath. the rest of enhypen has already left to grab some food, but ni-ki insists on staying behind to perfect one last move. you sit nearby on the floor, watching him with a soft smile as he continues to practice despite clearly being exhausted and burnt out.

after a few more minutes, ni-ki walks over to where you’re sitting, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. ‘I’m not going to stop until I get it perfect,’ he says, his usual determination shining through even when his energy is running low. You chuckle and grab his water bottle, offering it to him with a teasing smile.

'you know its already perfect baby' you say, watching his face soften at your words. you wrap your arms around him as he sits next to you, helping him relax.

later that evening, you and ni-ki get to the restaurant where the other members are already waiting for you. As soon as you walk in, sunghoon looks up from the table, an eyebrow raised with a teasing smile. ‘finally decided to join the rest of us?’ he jokes.

ni-ki, still a little flushed from his practice, playfully nudges you. ‘We were just enjoying the peace and quiet.’. they notice a small lip gloss stain on the corner of his mouth that coincidentally matches the shade of the one on your lips.

the other members quickly notice the intimate vibe between you two. sunoo smirks, raising his glass. ‘aww, look at Ni-ki and yn. Should we leave you two alone?’ he teases, winking in your direction.

'thatd be lovely actually' ni-ki bites back.

heesenung looks at the two of you carefully, his eyes flickering between your faces, and then his stare drops to the corner of ni-ki’s mouth. a suspicious smile spreads across his face. ‘you’ve got something on your lip,’ he says, his tone casual and amused.

ni-ki freezes for a moment, his eyes wide with realization. He wipes at his mouth with his sleeve, but it’s too late. heeseung's smirk grows wider.

jungwon, who has been quietly observing, finally speaks up. ‘Is that… lip gloss?’ he asks with a grin, his gaze switching to yours, then back to ni-ki’s mouth. ‘I’m not imagining things, right?’

You freeze for a second, before you casually touch the corner of your own lips, realizing that you also have a faint lip gloss stain there. Ni-ki’s face turns a light shade of red, and you can’t help but laugh quietly, realizing what’s going on.

you laugh and look over at the members, who are all staring at you, eyes shining with amusement. ‘It’s really not that big of a deal,’ you say, trying to act casual, but the members are having none of it.

before ni-ki can even respond, jake leans forward and dramatically places his hand on his chest, sighing with exaggerated longing. ‘I just can’t… you two are too adorable,’ he says, making kissing noises as he mockingly gestures toward you and ni-ki.

the rest of the members immediately follow suit, leaning forward, dramatically pressing their hands together as if mimicking an overly affectionate couple. They make exaggerated kissing sounds in unison, ‘mwah! mwah!’

you and ni-ki stare blankly, not amused a their actions.

tell a friend to tell a friend SHES BACKKKKKKK

[damian-navarro-art]

BATGIRL & ROBIN

Finally guys after all the sneak peeks… my Cassandra Cain and Mia Mizoguchi Short Story! CASS AND MAPS!

Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think!

I’ve been posting it on my instagram all this month and last week on my twitter but i had totally forgotten to post it in here, for 2 months there wasn’t a day i wasn’t thinking on them and i would have loved with all my heart to do something even longer but… building up a story, thinking over and over the layouts, drawing and coloring with this level of detail all on my own is really hard and i can’t but feel guilty of taking this long for just this 7 pages, but as little that is, with all my heart i just really hope you like them :’) , I tried to put many little easter eggs and references but i will mention some at the end to not spoil your reading.

Okay, so some of the esster eggs:

PAGE 1: that Adam West Batman & Robin climbing a building shot which actually came to me from Bruno Redondo’s cover of Nightwing actually , and the rest of the panels hugely inspired by Batman The Animated Series!

PAGE 2: a portrait of Niccolai Tapes( The Mad Monk) on his early years and at his side Matt Wagner himself! , then a newspaper with a Batman based on his first appearances and a reference to the events from Batman vs the Mad Monk by Matt Wagner, and then ofc all the room filled with a bunch of objects taken exactly from the same pages of Matt when he draw The Monk’s Castle on the same book. and finally the book of Dracula for the same reason ;) , all this layout was inspired by one of the most iconic pages from American Pax by Frank Quitely

PAGE 3: all the vampires were based physically on Voldermort’s Death Eaters! but also the girl in black is Dala! Mad Monk’s more loyal acolyte which in the book she always desired to become a vampire but never could! , but from left to right, Barty Crocuh Jr. , Dala as Bellatrix, Peter Pettigrew, The Monk was “Voldemort” , then Snape, Lucius, Narcissa and Fenrir Greyback, and that last panel was a BLADE reference 🙂‍↕️🙌

PAGE 4: this whole Cass yellow panels with speedlines were supposed to represent the same kind of panels that Damion Scott drew when Cass was moving really fast in her Batgirl run, the whole layout was based on a page of Jamal Campbell from his Green Arrow run

PAGE 5: shot referencing the killing joke joker and batgirl cover, you can see a “Red sun” mode on the bat-flashlight apart from the Ultra Violet setting, them. Maps bites the Monk as she used to do a couple times in Gotham Academy, and Cass final attack is a reference to one of the moves she does in her 2000s run to stop the heart beats of a thug , and those circles were inspired by David Aja’s work on his Iron Fist and run!

PAGE 6: the building on the background purposely resembles the Bat ears, the GCPD have the uniforms from BTAS and you can see also Detective Montoya and Jack Ryder interviewing her :), Maps little hearts are taken from Karl Kerschl who used to do them on Gotham Academy a couple times, and finally the Grapple Gun reference from all the time Maps mentioned it on Gotham Academy 🙂‍↕️,ohh and the box of the gift was also the same feom Shadow of the Batgirl when Barbara gives her suit to Cass!

PAGE 7: Frank Miller’s Batman and Carrie Kelly cover 🙂‍↕️🫶

THANK U GUYS 🫶

[spiicii]

mamma mia / a bloodline au

chapter 1: i wonder (departure)

jey uso / jimmy uso / roman reigns x fem!oc  word count → 4.4k summary → with wrestlemania only weeks away, jey, jimmy, and roman take a much needed break. however things get complicated when they each receive a letter from an old high school sweetheart.   tags → original characters, recreational drug use, mentions of alcoholism and recovery, slow burn, angst, eventual romance, eventual smut, tags to be added links → masterlist / taglist

April 2025 

Pensacola, Florida 

The day was perfect. 

White, puffy clouds drifted lazily across a brilliant blue sky, a soft breeze teasing the tree branches that hung low over the patio. The azalea’s were in bloom, brilliant hues of pink surrounding the backyard and causing the air to smell like springtime. The afternoon was peaceful. Serene. 

It wasn’t warm enough to get in the pool, but Jey still sat on the edge, his long legs dangling into the cool water. He was more relaxed than he’d been in months, his eyes closed as he leaned back to soak in more of the sun. He could hear birds calling in the oak trees, the sound of someone cutting their grass a distant hum in the background. 

“Want a hit?” 

A voice had Jey opening his eyes, squinting up at the large figure towering over him. He took the blunt without a word, watching with amusement as his twin dropped down beside him. 

“Mom ain’t gonna like this.” Jey commented, but he took a long drag from it all the same, allowing the sweet smoke to fill his lungs. 

“Mom ain’t gotta know.” Jimmy replied, a teasing note in his voice before he snatched the blunt from his brother’s hand. “Besides, she in there cookin’ something. She won’t be back out for a while.” 

Jey hummed noncommittally, watching as Jimmy exhaled some smoke of his own. He considered asking about his sponsor’s thoughts on weed use while in the AA program, then decided against it. Jimmy seemed to be in a good mood for the first time in months and he knew bringing up his sobriety would only irritate him. And the day was too beautiful to ruin. 

Jey leaned back and closed his eyes instead, feeling the warmth of the sun on his face. “Where’s Roman?” 

Jimmy exhaled more smoke, his legs swirling restlessly in the clear water. “Who knows. Taking another call, maybe? That fool don’t know how to relax.” 

“You’d think WWE would collapse if he took even one afternoon off.” Jey laughed, motioning for Jimmy to pass the blunt back to him. “God forbid he actually rest for once.” 

“I do rest.” 

Roman’s booming voice caused both twins to turn around, startled by his sudden presence. Roman’s mouth quirked into a smile. “But I also don’t ignore phone calls from our boss.” 

Jimmy waved his hand. “I think he’d survive if you sent him to voicemail. Thought we agreed to chill today, uce?” 

“I am chill.” Roman’s voice was almost defensive, rolling up his pant legs before settling on the edge of the pool beside Jey. He grimaced as he dipped his legs into the cold water, waving away the blunt that Jey offered him. 

“But Mania is only two weeks away. I can’t be ignoring calls. Not now.” 

Jey shrugged, taking another hit before passing the blunt back to his brother. “Yeah, I know whatchu mean. If I check my phone right now, I probably got a million missed calls.” 

“Aye, but that’s because you they future World Heavyweight Champion.” Jimmy said with a grin, nudging his twin’s arm. “WWE might actually fall apart without you.” 

Jey rolled his eyes. “Uh huh, sure. Tell that to my adoring Internet fans.” He hadn’t meant for the words to come out so bitter and he wasn’t surprised when both Roman and Jimmy turned to stare at him. 

“Come on, uce. I told you to quit looking at that shit.” Jimmy was frowning now. “Ain’t nothing good gonna come outta seeing all that.” 

“Yeah, I know.” Jey muttered, unable to look either of them in the eye. 

Roman’s shoulder brushed his in silent reassurance, his gaze at his cousin kind. “Jimmy’s right. Those aren’t real fans. They’re just trolls. Losers who don’t even buy tickets. Your real fans are in the crowd every week. You know that.” 

This wasn’t the first time they’d talked about this and Jey couldn’t help but feel like he was being lectured. He’d spent too long as the youngest in their trio, always at the receiving end of one lecture or another, whether from one of them or their parents. Feeling ganged up and getting defensive was pretty much instinctual at this point. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Jey snatched the blunt from Jimmy’s hand, taking another long drag to force himself to relax. “We ain’t gotta go over it all again.” 

Jimmy and Roman both wisely stayed silent. The afternoon was too beautiful to argue and they both knew it was a sensitive subject. Besides, they’d all agreed to take the afternoon off before flying to Chicago for their next show. With Wrestlemania coming up, this was probably the last break they’d get for a while. 

“You still talking to that girl?” Roman asked, deciding to change the subject. “You know, that pretty one in NXT?” 

Jey scowled. “Nah, we was just fucking around. You know she too young for me, uce.” 

Roman raised his hands, as if he were surrendering. “Hey, I was just asking. Didn’t know if maybe you’d caught feelings or something.” 

“For a 26-year-old?” Jey kicked the water. “No, thanks. I got enough problems as it is.” 

Jimmy chuckled, taking what remained of the blunt from his brother’s fingers before flicking it off to the side. “I hear that. Though she was pretty. Definitely too pretty for yo ugly ass.” 

Jey glared at him. “We got the same face, dumbass.” 

“Last I checked we was fraternal twins. Not identical. Which is why I’ve aged better than you.” 

“Aged better than me? You fucking wish. You got more grey in your beard than I do!” 

“Please. Ladies love the grey. You just jealous.” 

“Man, if you don’t-”

“I thought we agreed to chill today.” Roman interrupted, trying to resist the urge to laugh. He was used to the twin’s bickering. “Especially since we got that early ass call in Chicago tomorrow.” 

“Don’t remind me.” Jimmy groaned. “I got a match with Melo tomorrow.” 

Roman raised an eyebrow. “Thought you liked working with Melo?” 

“I like him because he’s safe. But that cocky attitude…” Jimmy shook his head. “It makes me wanna put hands on that motherfucker.” 

Jey chuckled. “These rookies are a different breed, man. Ain’t like how it was when we was coming up.” 

The three of them continued to chat, falling back into an easy rhythm. It had been a long time since they’d spent any real time together. Ever since the Bloodline story ended, they’d all gone their separate ways, only able to see each other on holidays or whenever their storylines crossed. It was nice for the original trio to be back together. It felt like how it did back in the old days: the three of them sitting on the edge of the pool talking, Rikishi eventually calling them back in for dinner. It was nice. It was needed. 

Their parents seemed to agree, spending most of the dinner chattering about how happy they were to have the three of them back together. It was strange to be without any of their other siblings, the house unusually empty now that everyone had grown up and moved away. They knew it had taken a toll on their parents, who were used to the bustle and chatter of eight children. 

“It’s just so good to see you back together again,” their mother gushed, reaching out to squeeze Jimmy’s hand. “When are you going to get the Bloodline story going again? Everyone misses seeing the family together.” 

Roman smiled. “Maybe soon. Jey’s gotta win that Heavyweight Championship first.” 

“Well, we ain’t gotta worry about that,” Rikishi replied, his eyes shining with pride as he looked at his younger son. “It’s only a few weeks away. And we already know he’s got this in the bag.” 

Jey seemed embarrassed, quickly taking a sip of his drink to avoid all the eyes that were suddenly trained on him. “Come on, Dad. It ain’t a set in stone thing.” 

Rikishi looked like he was going to say more, but their mother quickly stood, effectively ending any potential arguments. “Oh! I forgot! All three of you got something in the mail. I set it on the counter over here.” 

She quickly retrieved the letters, passing them out to each of them. The boys took them with confused expressions, their eyes scanning the unfamiliar handwriting on the front. 

Roman raised an eyebrow, glancing over at Rikishi. “Don’t think I’ve ever used your address for mail, Pops.” 

Rikishi shrugged. “It didn’t look like spam which is why we didn’t throw them away. It’s postmarked from Greece.” 

Jimmy gave his mother a suspicious look, holding up his envelope. “Why does mine already look open?” 

Their mother looked sheepish. “Well, it’s been sitting on the counter for ages! And they just looked so mysterious! I had to know what was in them.” 

“Mama! You not supposed to open other people’s mail.” 

She waved her hands dismissively. “Oh, please. I’m your mother.” 

Nobody could argue with her on that. Instead, the three of them opened their letters, each of them containing a wedding invitation: 

An RSVP card was also attached, along with some instructions on how to make reservations at the hotel. But it was the handwritten at the bottom of each card that had all three of them surprised. 

I wanted to invite you to my daughter’s wedding as a chance to reconnect. I know it’s been a long time, but I want to see you. Please come. I’ll be waiting. Love, Danielle

Jey’s heart immediately stuttered at the sight, nearly dropping the paper in surprise. He felt his cheeks heating up, re-reading the handwritten message over and over again to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. He didn’t dare look up to meet anyone else’s gaze, though he knew Roman and Jimmy were staring at him. 

Of course, their mother was oblivious. “Joshua, isn’t that the nice girl you dated in high school?” 

Jey swallowed, his mind already racing a million miles an hour. Was this some kind of joke? The last time they’d spoken, Dani had made it clear she never wanted to see him again. 

“Oh, I remember her.” Rikishi was saying. “Her family used to live down the street. You took her to prom, didn’t you?” 

Jey knew everyone was looking at him, waiting for some kind of response. He quickly straightened his spine, forcing himself to smile. 

“Yeah, I did. Haven’t talked to her in a minute though.” 

Jimmy’s face was strangely blank. “Yeah, I haven’t either. Didn’t know she had a kid.” 

Their mother turned to Roman. “Joe, you remember her too, don’t you? You used to always go along to chaperone their dates. She was a pretty thing, wasn’t she?” 

Roman crossed his arms over his chest, frowning. “Yeah. Yeah, she was.” His voice sounded more tense than usual. 

“Oh, this is just wonderful! You three have to go! It’ll be like a little high school reunion.” 

None of them said anything, though Jey didn’t miss the way Jimmy’s eyes kept flickering over to him. He was, no doubt, remembering how badly their breakup had been that summer after graduation. That was the last time he’d ever seen Dani. He remembered her dark eyes filled with tears, her pretty face a mask of hurt. He remembered with a pang of guilt the awful things he’d said to her. The way he’d pushed her aside. It made him sick to think about it. 

“Weren’t you three talking about needing a vacation some time this summer?” Rikishi asked. “Greece would be beautiful that time of year. Jon, I know you always said you wanted to go back.” 

“Yeah, but…” Jimmy floundered, still looking over at his younger twin. “I mean, it’s been a long time. How can we be sure she even remembers us?” 

Their mother gave him an incredulous look. “Why else would she invite you? And look at that little handwritten note she put at the bottom. She really wants to see you!” 

Jimmy sighed. “Ain’t it illegal to read someone else’s mail?” 

“Jonathan.” Their mother’s tone was warning. “I’m being serious. You three have been working too hard. And you never get to see each other anymore! This is just perfect. And besides, this might be good for your brother.” 

All eyes were on Jey again. 

“Whatchu mean?” Jey asked, hating how defensive his voice sounded. He cleared his throat. “I mean, why would it be good for me?” 

His mother smiled. “Maybe this is a second chance. You’re single. Maybe she’s single too.” 

“Mama!” Jimmy’s tone was chastising. “She has a kid. And even if she was single, the kid’s dad is probably gonna be there.” 

Their mother waved her hand. “It’s not like that means anything. And why else would she write such a nice little note on his invitation?” 

“She wrote a note on ours too.” Roman pointed out, holding up his card for the table to see. “I don’t think it means that.” 

“Well, it could!” Their mother let out a huff. “It just feels like fate. An old high school relationship reaches back out to you after twenty years? That has to mean something! Tell them, honey.” She motioned to Rikishi who just shrugged. 

“Maybe. I’m just thinking of your careers. I’ve told you a million times that if you don’t take any time for yourselves you’re going to get burned out. And what happens to burned out wrestlers?” 

“They get injured. Yes, Pops, we know.” Jimmy quickly tried to squash any potential lecture their father was already gearing up for. They’d heard enough to last a lifetime. “But, I mean, Greece? That’s pretty far to go meet with someone we haven’t seen in twenty years.” 

Roman was quick to agree. “Yes and that would take a lot of planning. We have commitments. Shows to attend. Storylines to continue. We can’t just up and leave.” 

Rikishi scoffed. “Please. You can do whatever you want. You’re the biggest draw at that damn company. Besides, it’s only for a week. It’s not like you’re missing SummerSlam.” 

“Yeah, well not all of us are as lucky as the Tribal Chief,” Jimmy shot Roman an accusatory look. “Some of us have to show up to work or else we’ll get fired.” 

“You’re being ridiculous,” their mother said. “Joe would never let that happen. Dwayne would never let that happen. You don’t have anything to worry about.” 

Jey had been staying silent for most of the conversation, his eyes still staring at the note at the bottom of the card. It had been so long he couldn’t remember what her handwriting looked like. Why would she want him there? Hell, why did she want all three of them there? They hadn’t seen her in years. And their breakup had been…painful, to say the least. 

You’re really going to throw this relationship away after everything we’ve been through? Dani’s voice had been strained, clearly fighting back tears. I thought you loved me. 

Her words still cut deep, even all these years later. He had loved her. More than he’d ever loved anyone. And he hadn’t loved anyone else since. 

“Uce?” Jimmy was nudging his shoulder, his face concerned. “You good?” 

Jey put down the paper, passing a hand over his face. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. Just…thinking.” 

“Well, listen. I’ll take care of everything,” their mother said, already plucking the RSVP cards from their hands. “I’ll write her back and tell her you’re coming. I’ll even get the flights together. It’ll be fun! You have to promise to send me pictures.” 

Jey was surprised that he didn’t feel compelled to argue with her. Every logical thought in his brain told him that this was a bad idea. Dani wouldn’t want to see him. She had every right to hate him. He’d done her wrong. And he’d spent the past twenty years regretting it. 

Still, it didn’t change how he felt. His heart was still racing, his chest suddenly tight with emotions he thought he’d buried years ago. Perhaps he was a sentimental fool, but he desperately wanted to believe the words she’d written on the page. 

I know it’s been a long time, but I want to see you.

Did she really? After all these years? After everything that went down? It seemed too good to be true. 

Jey felt another brush against his shoulder and he looked over to meet Roman’s eyes. 

“I’ll back your play, uce. Whatever you want.” He said. His face seemed carefully blank, like he didn’t want to burst Jey’s bubble. “I can talk to Hunter and sort it out. You and Jimmy ain’t gotta worry. Do you wanna go?” 

Jey stared at the writing again. 

Please come. I’ll be waiting.

“Yeah,” Jey’s voice was hoarse, an emotion he was too scared to name stuck in his throat. “Yeah, I do.” 

Jimmy shut the bathroom door behind him with more force than necessary, struggling to control his breathing. He’d already been on edge all night, their father doing nothing to help the situation. 

“You found a new apartment yet?” Rikishi had asked when they were alone in the kitchen. “Or you still living in that shithole in North Hill?” 

Jimmy had struggled to control his anger, keeping his voice low so the others wouldn’t hear from the dining room. “It’s just temporary, Pops. Just until I find another place.” 

“And you been going to those AA meetings? Talking to your sponsor?” 

“Will you just leave it, Dad?” 

Ever since the divorce, Rikishi hadn’t given him a single moment’s peace. In his eyes, his oldest son, a boy he used to call his pride and joy, was a failure. He’d tarnished the family reputation with his DUIs and disorderly conduct charges. He’d set a bad example to his younger siblings. He’d all but destroyed his career, or whatever career he had left as a nearly geriatric wrestler. He’d wrecked his marriage and was now completely and utterly alone.

And Rikishi never let him forget it. 

I stuck with your mother through thick and thin. We made it work. A real man stays by his woman and never gives up. What’s your excuse? 

Rikishi’s words had never left his mind. What was his excuse? That they just couldn’t make it work? That they’d fallen out of love years ago and were just looking for a reason to end it all? That she got tired of his shitty excuses and refusal to clean up his act? 

Jimmy leaned against the bathroom door, passing a hand over his tired face. This was why he hated coming home. He couldn’t stand to see the disappointed look on his father’s face every time he looked at him, the passive-aggressive comments when his mother was around and the fiery lectures when she wasn’t. 

Maybe it wouldn’t be so painful if Rikishi wasn’t right. The truth was Jimmy had screwed it all up. He was supposed to be the oldest. Supposed to set a good example for his younger siblings and uphold their illustrious family name. Instead, he’d all but destroyed his reputation, his career, and his marriage. He was a failure. In every sense of the word. 

He stared at the letter in his hand, his eyes tracing the loopy handwriting at the bottom. 

I know it’s been a long time, but I want to see you.

Yet another failure. Except this one was meant to be buried. 

What the hell was Dani thinking by inviting him? They had both sworn to never speak of that night again. What they’d done was meant to be a secret. Jey wasn’t supposed to know. Jey could never know. 

Jimmy remembered that night all too well. He’d found her heartbroken and alone, sitting at the special spot on the beach that was only supposed to be for her and Jey. He couldn’t believe his twin had been stupid enough to let her go. And when she told him what Jey had said to her, he’d been angry. Jey had done more than broken her heart. He’d completely devastated her. 

He’d loved Dani too, in his own way, but she’d always been Jey’s girl. And when he’d found her crushed by his twin’s betrayal, he felt responsible. Jey had done this to her. His brother. His twin. And it was his job to clean up his brother’s messes. 

Jimmy hadn’t intended to sleep with her. It had just sort of happened. He’d only wanted to make her happy. To do something to dry the tears from her pretty face and see her smile again. To help her forget about Jey and his cruel words. He hadn’t meant to betray his twin and sleep with the only girl he’d ever loved. He’d just…gone too far. 

But that was the story of his life wasn’t it? He always took it too far. And he was always wrong. 

Even though her and Jey weren’t together, she was still Jey’s girl. She had always been Jey’s girl. Which is why they’d promised to never speak of it again. 

Jimmy felt his heart stutter in his chest as he re-read her note. Why would she want to see him? He could understand if she wanted to see Jey. She’d loved him. But she’d never loved Jimmy. She’d only slept with him because she was sad and lonely and probably because he reminded her of Jey. 

Jimmy reached out to trace her name at the bottom of the note. Danielle. He hadn’t seen a picture of her in years but he could still remember every inch of her pretty face. Did she really want to see him? But why? 

He remembered the look on Jey’s face when he’d read her note at the table. He’d looked shocked, his cheeks turning red. He’d seemed embarrassed, scared, and distraught all at the same time, but Jimmy had seen something else there too: hope. 

Jey still cared about her, even all these years later. Jey wanted to believe that the words in the letter were true. That she wanted to see him. That he would get a chance to apologize for the wrong he’d done to her. Jimmy knew his twin too well. 

Jimmy began to realize that he wasn’t going to be able to talk himself out of this one. He couldn’t let his twin go to Greece alone. And Jey would want him there. Jey would need him there. It would look weird if he said no, even though he’d tried to protest the best he could at the dinner table. 

Jimmy stared at the letter in his hand. Dani hadn’t just written to Jey. She’d written to him too. Did that mean she wanted to see him? Had she missed him? Did she really want to reconnect? 

Jimmy folded up the letter and put it in his jacket pocket, right next to his AA chip. He wanted to believe her words so badly. 

I want to see you.

And Jimmy wouldn’t admit it, but he wanted to see her too. 

They’d said their goodbyes shortly after dinner. It was clear that Jey had a lot on his mind, his answers clipped and his gaze absent. He hadn’t taken the letter out of his hand, folding and unfolding the paper to keep reading the note there.

Meanwhile, Jimmy had nearly sprinted out the front door, no doubt anxious to get away from his father’s scrutiny. Roman knew that Rikishi had been hard on him since the divorce and wasn’t surprised by this. It was a miracle Jimmy had even showed up at his parent’s house today at all. 

They all agreed to meet back up in Chicago, each of them on different flights and schedules. Which was fine by Roman. As much as he loved his cousins, he wasn’t eager to discuss the letters they’d received over dinner. He was still too shocked, too confused to know what to say. 

He kept his grip tight on the steering wheel as he drove to the airport, his gaze unblinking on the road ahead. 

Dani had invited him to Greece. To her daughter’s wedding. And she’d handwritten a note, specifically to him, wanting to reconnect. 

Reconnect? 

They hadn’t seen each other in nearly twenty years. He didn’t want to think about their last night together, the memory still locked away deep within the recesses of his heart. He’d promised himself that he wouldn’t think about her again. What they’d done that night had been wrong. He’d let her get too close, allowing her to penetrate the strong, composed facade he tried to project to the world. And he’d always regretted it. 

It wasn’t because he didn’t care about her. Far from it. He’d always cared about her, ever since kindergarten. She’d been the first friend he’d made. 

But that’s all they’d ever been. Friends. He’d never had the courage to ask her out, no matter how much he wanted to. His hesitance had given Jey the opportunity to swoop in and steal her heart. And he only had himself to blame. 

He had no intention of doing anything with Dani after Jey broke up with her. When he’d gone over to her house, it had been to check on her. Nothing more. He hadn’t made the first move. But he hadn’t stopped it either. 

Roman’s knuckles were blanched from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. He didn’t want to think about this. He didn’t want to remember. 

Please come. I’ll be waiting.

Roman remembered the words in her letter. There was once a time when he would have been overjoyed to hear them. But that was a long time ago. He’d been a different man then. 

Was this a bad idea? Originally he had agreed to go for Jey. Roman knew he needed closure after the horrible breakup they had. And maybe Mama was right. Maybe Dani would be single and Jey would get another chance to mend things with her. Roman knew he still carried a torch for her, even all these years later. And Roman wanted to be supportive. 

Because that’s who he was now. He was supportive. He was kind. He was understanding. He didn’t fall in love with his cousin’s girl. He didn’t sleep with his cousin’s girl behind his back. He didn’t hurt the people he loved and make excuses for it. 

Roman made up his mind. 

He was going to do this for Jey. He was going to go to Greece and be supportive. He was going to put his own feelings to the side and be the good older cousin that he was supposed to be. Besides, he didn’t have any feelings about this. Dani was just someone he knew from school. She meant nothing to him. He didn’t care about her. He didn’t love her. 

He didn’t. 

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[meazalykov]

parents

mia fishel x f!reader

a new kitten will expose the relationship between you and your teammate

it is one rainy saturday when you’re wandering a local shelter with mia, her hand brushing yours as you peer into cages.

you’ve talked about adopting a pet, something to make your flat feel even more like yours.

inside of the shelter, something inside of you had the stop the urge to adopt every cat at the shelter.

mia had more restraint than you, making sure that you guys chose the right one.

the two of you walked around the cages, and in the 'free-roam' room before you see her... a tiny calico kitten.

she had all patches of orange and black, with eyes like green marbles. she mews, a sound so small it cracks your heart open.

after asking one of the shelter volunteers to open the cage, you scoop the kitten up, and she nuzzles into your chest.

mia’s watching, her smile soft, and you know she’s sold too.

you name the kitten waffle, because of course you do, and mia laughs, calling it the most you thing ever.

if it were up to mia, you knew that she would've chose a simple human-like name.

waffle changes everything.

she’s a whirlwind of energy, batting at mia’s socks at home, curling up in your lap during movie nights. you and mia take turns feeding her, cleaning her litter, and snapping photos to send to catarina, who responds with heart-eyes emojis.

you’re so wrapped up in this new joy, you forget to be as careful.

mia and you forgot that your relationship was still a secret to the team. yes, after a full year nobody has suspected anything.

one day, you bring waffle to the training ground, tucked in a carrier, because she hates being alone.

you’re planning to keep her in the physio room, out of sight, but the team’s early, and suddenly you’re surrounded.

“whose kitten?” asks sonia, the coach, her brow raised. you stammer, but mia, ever the quick thinker, says, “ours.”

the word lands like a pebble in a pond, ripples spreading. the team stares...hannah, millie, erin, all of them wide-eyed. you feel exposed, your secret is out, but mia’s hand finds yours, steady and sure.

catarina, leaning against a locker, smirks, her expression screaming i told you so.

she’s known forever thanks to sharing the same national team as mia and you.

catmac steps forward, slinging an arm around you both.

“about time you all caught up,” she says.

sam rolls her eyes while niamh grins, saying she should’ve guessed from how you and mia always pair up for drills. millie demands to hold waffle, cooing as the kitten swats her finger.

erin asks why you kept it secret, her tone gentle, and you admit you were scared of it affecting the team.

by the end of the day, waffle’s the unofficial mascot, and your love for mia is no longer a secret to everyone.

at home, later that night, you’re sprawled on the couch, mia’s head resting on your lap.

you watch waffle darting around the flat. the tiny calico kitten chases a crumpled receipt, her green eyes bright with mischief, but there’s a moment when she pauses, looking around as if searching for something...or someone.

suddenly, it hits you, a quiet ache knowing that waffle seems lonely.

you laugh it off, nudging mia.

“our girl needs a friend, doesn’t she?” you say, half-joking, expecting mia to roll her eyes.

mia sits up with her eyes serious and nods, “yeah, she does.”

the next morning, just two weeks after adopting waffle, you’re back at the shelter. the air smells of fur and disinfectant.

it did not take long before you see a brown tabby, her coat a swirl of caramel and chocolate, with amber eyes that hold a quiet curiosity.

she’s curled in a corner, untouched by adoption papers, like she’s been waiting for you.

you and mia exchange a glance, and it’s decided.

you sign the papers, naming her chicken because your breakfast obsession is unstoppable, and mia’s laugh echoes through the shelter as you write the name down on the papers.

back home, you set chicken down, her tiny paws tentative on the hardwood.

waffle bounds over, tail high, and for a moment, you hold your breath.

after a second they’re sniffing, circling, and suddenly chasing each other in a blur of calico and tabby.

chicken’s a bit smaller, maybe a few weeks younger than waffle, but they’re a perfect match.

they tumble over a catnip toy, wrestle in a sunbeam, then collapse in a cuddly heap, purring like a tiny engine.

you lean against mia on the couch, your heart swelling.

she’s grinning, happier than you’ve seen in weeks, tossing a feather wand for “her daughters” to pounce on.

the both of you watch them play, chicken and waffle, two girls filling your flat with chaos and love.

you murmur, “look at our girls, mia, they’re already best friends,” and her eyes meet yours, sparkling with joy.

she leans in, her lips brushing yours in a quick, soft kiss. you pull back, both of you smiling, as chicken and waffle dart past, filling the living room with their playful chaos.

masterlist

[trashydez]

like a phoenix. (2.7k words)

what if phoenix- instead of being virtually indestructible, actually wasnt? what if he was actually incredibly prone to death, but he just… never stayed dead?

(trigger warning for a multitude of causes of deaths!! some in detail and some not. other tw’s include implied suicide attempts, implied child neglect, derealisation and thinking one is already dead. be warned! take care of yourself!)

at 9, he wakes in his bed after having a high fever and his mom ships him off to school hours after it began. he finds it odd, because last he’d checked his temperature (that morning, when he told his mom he felt like he was going to die and his mom had left to go run errands, barely sparing him a glance), his temperature had been at 107 degrees farenheit. that was definitely high, but after he slipped into unconsciousness, writhing and restless and in a lot of pain, he woke up to his mother checking his temperature and saying he was fine to head off to school. he didnt feel fine, but his temperature had gone down significantly enough that his mother felt like he had no excuse not to go. hes glad he went to school though, even as he shivered, sneezed and sniffled, because there he found a friend in a boy with a funny bowtie and a heart made of gold.

he crunches and chokes on glass shards and poison but doesnt die. the doctors dont find anything wrong with him, aside from feeling a bit ill, so he goes back into the courtroom and dollie is convicted of murder. hes happy his roommate is away for some theatre troupe thing, because the sickness eventually catches up to him and he throws up shards of glass, acid and blood. it cuts into his throat and burns his eyes and he swears, he swears he dies right then and there, freezing and shaking and everything hurts. but when he wakes up hours later, the sun having set and the only light source in his dingy dormroom the moon outside, hes amazed to not feel sick anymore. but the puddle of sludge is drying beside his face and he considers himself lucky, or maybe unlucky, because unlike dahlia’s other victims, he actually lives to tell the tale.

phoenix arrives early to the office, having been in the public library nearby reading a book on reincarnation. he enters the office and promptly has his skull caved into his brain. he does not see his assailant, but when he wakes, theres an oddly dressed girl crying, crouched over his boss’ cold body. he doesn’t think about the drying blood in the back of his head, or how cold mia’s body is (and why he can even tell, considering the fact he has not touched her corpse) or the chapter in the book he’d been reading that talked about quantum immortality— all he thinks of is proving maya fey’s innocence.

as it turns out, being constantly anxious and terrified of mortal peril actually has its perks. maybe the fact he’s a lawyer whose only ever dealt with homicide cases definitely wasn’t benefiting his mental wellbeing either. in any case, its that fear of literally everything and constant feeling of impending doom that makes his body react before his mind does. taser! danger! maya! so, he gets tasered. and it fucking HURTS, but he feels more relieved than frightened as the searing pain shoots through him, because he’d been able to push maya away before von karma got to them both. wasnt a symptom of death by electrocution an overwhelming feeling of helplessness and imminent death? maybe he was going crazy. when he comes back though, its to his head in the lap of a crying spirit medium, so maybe a psychotic break isnt too bad if it means everyone else gets to escape with no damage to their own psyche.

its only after she stops screaming in terror- oh my god, nicks a zombie!! kyahh!!!- and nearly beating him with her bulky magatama necklace, that she tells him what she saw. (“like, there was a sudden bright light and then i realised it was coming from you! but when i tried to touch your glowing skin,” she says it like its the most absurd thing she’d ever seen, which really said something considering the fact she was from a family of people who could channelthe dead “it was HOT! like, japanifornia summer hot! blazing! i was only able to check your pulse after you cooled down a bit…”). maybe its this that makes him less alarmed by the way his skin glowed in the dark of his trashed bedroom, after drinking himself to death following a certain phone call from a terribly sad, newly bossless detective. he doesnt think he can bear the taste alcohol ever again, after that.

maybe the number of times he’s died of blunt force trauma to the head should be a cause for concern, even more so when he wakes up without any of his memories. he’s terrified, and doesnt even knows who he is, until he does, and is able to prove maggey byrde innocent. fun times! he should probably watch out to make sure his next death wasn’t to the head, lest he be as mentally impaired as a number of people liked to say he was… (and he should probably also be concerned by the fact he was already thinking of the next time he’d die, but ah well, blame it on the concussion).

as it turns out, getting whipped to death was not on his list of ways he thought he’d die next, but life liked to mess with him like that, it seemed. still, dragging his delirious self to the bathroom of his office to try and save the infected wounds from killing him wasn’t all that fun, and he’s immediately reminded of his first death, slow and painful, alone and scared of what came next. he feels bad for feeling relieved when maya shows up and screams upon seeing the state he and the bathroom (that’d he’d accidentally trashed when his legs gave out after he opened the door, a number of bottles fallen to the floor beside him) were in. he stops her from calling the police- there was no point, he didn’t have much time left. but when she asks what she could do, he goes quiet. (…just… stay here? i dont- he coughs up a distinctly red shade of spit. maya makes a noise between a choked cry and a whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck. but phoenix was shivering worse now, and hugs himself tigher. i dont want to die alone.) so she stays with him, on the cold bathroom floor, as his labored breathing eventually slows. when he awakens, he finds maya asleep leaning against him, and promises to get her burgers as a thank you.

who knew death by a monkey throwing a giant bronze bust of max galactica at you could happen? at this point, he’s almost glad he was basically immortal, because there was no way in hell he’d allow his autopsy report to say ‘cause of death: monkey manslaughter’! edgeworth would laugh himself to tears if he saw! not that he could see. or cry, because he was dead. and not coming back. damn.

so edgeworth isnt dead! yippee? he thought it was his thing to get reanimated after death, not edgeworths. when he saw him, standing in the middle of the police department, alive and breathing and very much not dead, he nearly started laughing. he must’ve finally gone insane! curse the amount of times he’d died of brain related injuries, not that he knew how many of them there were at this point. he might actually have laughed a bit, because pearls was looking at him like he was losing it (he was) but he couldnt really bring himself to care as he had more pressing issues at hand, like saving his best friend from a crazy serial killer holding her hostage, and punching his other best friend in the face for faking his own death (because really, dying was his thing! not edgeworths!). and if he pulls edgeworth into a hug immediately after, throwing caution in the wind (you only live once, right?), the warmth- a normal, human temperature, unlike his burning hot when he came back from death- is enough to stabilise his harried mind for just a moment, before he has to return to his guilty client and his hopeless situation.

by some crazy turn of events, he actually doesnt die from having boiling hot coffee thrown at his face. it burns, and maya screams when she sees the boils on his face after that first trial with godot, but after throwing a wet towel over his face and putting him in timeout on the sofa for 12-hours, the burns go away as if they were never there. he fell asleep at some point, and after alot of back and forth debate, they eventually came to the conclusion that 1. his body heat rising to burning levels when he dies must have caused his body has to grow immune to heat and 2. since sleep was like a ‘temporary death’, a ‘temporary wound’ would just heal like it did when he died of normal wounds, right? he didn’t want to dwell on it too much, because maya was looking at him like she wanted to test that theory for real, so he quickly changes topics before things got out of hand.

so their theory on the immunity to heat thing was correct! …almost. larry had tried to stop him, but it was fire and he was basically immune to heat, right? nope! his skin burned and boiled but he didn’t die as he tried to run across the burning bridge. even so, nothing hurt more than falling through one of the burnt planks and slamming onto the surface of the freezing cold rushing stream below. luckily the death was near immediate, but unfortunately he came to while in the water still, so he swallowed a sizeable amount of water before paramedics arrived. he hears the doctors find his survival miraculous, despite the scorching hot fever he was now under. he blacks out again, and comes to in the hospital, feeling absolutely terrible.

the horribleness feels familiar though, and when edgeworth walks in, he realises what it must be, when the man presses the back of his hand to his temple and quickly pulls his hand away as if burned. (oh. he thinks, tearing up despite himself. it must be the fever. i’m going to die like this again.) his internal monologue must’ve been external though, because edgeworth balks (‘again?!’). but phoenix was crying in hiccups and sobs, feeling terrible and like he was nine years old again, wishing his mother were there to nurse him back to health like she’d never done before. he faintly hears edgeworth sitting down on his bed and reaches out, gripping the mans waist like it was a lifeline. in a sense, it was. “don’t go.” he whispers, gripping the man tighter like he’d disappear into thin air (again). “please, please don’t go.” in his delirium, he nearly wails in despair when he feels edgeworth move, but he was only moving to readjust himself so he’s lying next to him, their bodies so close that it must burn, but the only sign edgeworth shows that he’s in pain is a wince and the crease of his brow. he allows himself to be cried on, curling a protective arm over phoenix’s burning body. “i- i dont know what’s going on, wright, but i’m not, i’m not going anywhere, okay?” he seems to be attempting exasperation, but it comes out terrified and concerned, but phoenix is fading quickly, so it might just be his waning mind making up things that don’t exist. “i am terrified. your body is life threateningly hot and— wright? wright!”

he comes to with nurses surrounding him, and a distressed edgeworth swearing on his life that that man was dead, his body was seizing and on fire and- and his heart stopped beating! but phoenix couldn’t dwell on it, because the mention of fire immediately brought him back to why he was in the hospital at all. and plus, it gave him the chance to use his best friends sensitive treatment of him afterwards to convince him to play defense attorney, so that was nice. still, he feels like he dies when he finds out dahlia had actually been iris and that godot was actually his dead mentors apparently not dead boyfriend. oh, and he was also a murderer. he also feels like he dies when dahlia- actual, serial killer and dead by execution dahlia, was exorcised from maya’s body. but that had more to do with his soul leaving his body in terror rather than actually dying, so that was a nice change of pace… probably.

later, he’d had to have a conversation with edgeworth to give him an explanation on just what the hell he’d witnessed in that hospital room. although, apparently his re-aliving symptoms must’ve started becoming more dramatic, because miles describes it as his whole body glowing as bright as the sun, and then his eyes opening for a moment to reveal nothing but white, glowing eyeballs with no irises. phoenix has to convince him to still board his flight the day after, that he was okay… probably. maybe not safe, but definitely okay. (still, edgeworth stays the night at his, and they hold eachother close, basking in the shared warmth of two alive bodies in heat equilibrium, listening to eachothers breathing and rhythmic heartbeats, no signs of impending mortality in sight, save for, what did the french call it? la petite morte? most of all, phoenix basks in the promise miles makes to him. “i’m not going anywhere,” he repeats, over and over like he was trying to convince himself as much as he was phoenix. “i’m not going anywhere, i promise.”)

and when he loses his badge, he thinks he really does die, permanent and definitively. he feels far away from his body when the forger is called to the witness stand. feels like a ghost when the council walks out the room and past him, making no eye contact and answering the unanswered question on the tip of his tongue. feels his life crumble to pieces when a blonde man with a pleasent, almost saintly smile gives him the most maddeningly sympathetic look and tells him he is sorry for his loss, as if there really was someone dead. only, the only one dead must’ve been him, because there was no one else there who had just lost their life. he couldn’t even hear himself as he laughed, which turned into sobs, as he excused himself and fleed to his bicycle. not one pedestrian bats an eye at the state he is in, so he must really be a ghost, cycling past speeding cars and large trucks and buses as if it couldn’t kill him, because he wasn’t there, he was already dead. when he reaches his office, freezing and quiet and dreadfully void of any human life, he passes by the window his boss had died at and sees his reflection, unkempt and red faced and badgeless. he wants to scream, but he couldn’t because no one would hear a ghost scream, so instead he just sits down in the spot his mentor had lost her life in, and mourns.

when two weeks later a warm, incredible alive life falls into his hands in the shape of a little girl with a too big tophat and a joy for being alive that he’d lost years ago, well, maybe he is glad that he couldn’t die for real, if only to be able to wake up to that beaming grin as his little girl tries to pull her daddy out of bed because she’d made breakfast, and it only smells burnt because of the magic something she’d added as a special ingredient. he eats it, char and all, because he can’t taste the burnt-ness of it anyway, but he could taste the love and care put into it, and that was more than enough to take his mind away readying himself for his next death. instead, he thinks of his daughter’s next performance at the wonder bar, and their next trip to kurain, and miles’ next visit. for once, he thinks of living.

[daryldixouns]

soft spot - dean winchester

summary: dean's never thought of himself as a softie. he's always been one to keep people at arm's length, frightened by the consequences of getting too close. you, however — the kindhearted angel of his dreams — seem to see right through him. with you, being vulnerable doesn't feel so scary.

content: fem!angel!reader, soft!dean, fluff, hair brushing, light kissing, emotional intimacy, religious themes

word count: 1.2k

a/n: ooo i've never posted on here before this is so scary :'( but writing this made me so emotional like that's my baby! please enjoy <3

"How're you so soft?"

Dean's question makes you giggle. You lean forward to rest your forehead on your knees, your hair cascading over your shoulders. He's mesmerized. He brings the brush back to your head, bristles gliding through the silky strands.

You feel his exhale against the back of your neck when he laughs, too. "No, angel, 'm serious," he insists, running his fingers through a section of your hair. "You feel like Heaven… everywhere. Like, damn." He says it like he's proud, admiring you.

There's also the faintest hint of jealousy deep in his gut. You're everything that contradicts what he is — so naive and unaware of the plethora of dangers on Earth. It's silly, but sometimes, that's exactly what he longs to be.

Dean sighs as he brushes through your hair. He wouldn't be caught dead doing this for anybody else, but he can make an exception for his angel girl. He always does. Your delicacy makes him want to turn into a whole new version of himself and take care of you.

"You are, too," you murmur then, hushed. You're sitting in front of him, between his legs on the floor of his room in the bunker.

Setting the brush down, he brings his fingers to your scalp, carding through your hair. "I'm what?"

"Soft."

He almost chokes on a laugh. "Honey—"

"You put the brush down 'cause you wanna touch me instead, right? You like the way it makes you feel," you continue, not letting him interject — partly because you don't totally understand the formalities of human conversation yet, but Dean finds that adorable. He doesn't correct you.

"You treat me like I'm fragile because… you're soft on the inside. Aren't you?" You lean your head back, settling in his lap, your hair fanning out across his jeans. When you look up at him, he's already staring, enchanting you with that inviting green gaze.

For a moment, he doesn't know how to respond. His fingers work on their own, threading through your smooth locks. The smallest smile begins to crinkle at the corner of his eyes.

"Well, hell, angel," he huffs, slightly impressed. He thinks he wants to wrap you up in his flannel and keep you hidden away from the rest of the world. His to cherish, his to learn and love, only his. "You sure you're not a mind reader?"

You smile, cheeks pink. It's only been a few weeks since you discovered the wonders of makeup, but Dean's convinced you're going to overload on that pretty new blush. "I don't have to read your mind. I can see you, Dean. Really you, all of you."

Everything about this situation is entirely unfamiliar to him. He doesn't know if it's your grace that enables you to see right through him, or if his actions truly make his feelings that obvious to you.

He shakes his head, reaching out to cup your face in his hands — and his touch? It's soft.

"Yeah?"

His voice is low, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks, your skin so flawless that it makes him nervous. Then he's leaning down, lips hovering over yours before he closes the distance.

It doesn't matter to him that the angle is awkward — it's not like you would know any better. Plus, he thinks you're gorgeous, even when you're upside-down.

This kiss isn't the first, but it may as well be. You taste just as sweet as you did then.

You let your eyes flutter shut, still trying to grasp the concept of this kind of intimacy. You appreciate the way he keeps things gentle, simply a ghost of his lips against yours.

You part with a quiet sound, and then a beat of silence passes. Dean doesn't want to scare you off, and you don't want the moment to end.

He watches for your reaction, wanting to know that he's not overstepping.

He's about to say something when suddenly, you shift. You sit up, picking your head up from his lap and turning to settle on your shins, kneeling in front of him.

It should be him in that position, he thinks — praying to you, for you, worshipping everything that you are because damnit, you make him a better man.

When you speak, your sweet voice echoes in his ears. "Dean?"

"Angel," he answers.

He tries to make sense of your neutral expression, but you've got the best unintentional poker face he's ever seen. It warms his heart. One day, he'll have to teach you how to use that to your advantage.

You reach out, placing your hands on his knees. "Do you feel holy?"

That hits him right in the chest. "That's a loaded question," he says, a light chuckle accompanying his words.

He swallows, hesitant to be completely honest. He wants to shy away, to brush off the question and silence you with his lips instead, but your eyes are so curious when you look at him that he's compelled to respond.

So he thinks.

Does he feel holy?

The short answer is no, he doesn't. Dean Winchester doesn't feel holy. He's been neglected by God and burned by angels he once thought were on his side more times than he can count. He doesn't bother having faith anymore.

But he's seen things differently ever since you came along, winged and divine and all. You've made him a believer, a follower — not of Heaven, but of you. He means it when he says you could have him on his knees if you asked.

"Am I… allowed to say that it's complicated?" he eventually mutters. He hasn't let himself be vulnerable like this in a long, long time. His eyes flit across your face, searching for something, but he doesn't know what.

When you give him a nod, he feels relieved, even though he doesn't doubt that you'd be supportive no matter what his answer was.

"Yes," you tell him. Your palms still rest on his knees, offering him a stabilizing comfort. "I understand."

You don't pry any further. It's so clear that he's letting you in, he's letting himself be vulnerable with you, and that's enough. He's tense, but with one look at you, it all fades away.

You really are an angel, he thinks. Definitely too good for him, but you're here and you're staying.

Dean can't resist the urge to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, touching you like you're the most precious thing he's ever held. Maybe you are, he realizes.

He dips his head, his lips finding yours again in a kiss that's careful but certain. As they did earlier, his fingers slide into your hair, and you feel safe here. You're tethered to him in such a meaningful, intimate way. It feels like a prayer and a promise.

The kiss lingers, but he never takes it too far. He's afraid to break you.

That's why he's gentle when he pulls you up from your knees, guiding you into his lap. One of his hands smooths down your arm, stopping at your fingers to interlace them with his own.

He's well aware of how different this is than anything he's used to, but he needs to do this for you. He wants to show you that you're right about him.

"Guess you've really got me down, angel," he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours.

He smiles. You're his soft spot.

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[ladymochimochi]

✦♡✦ Rainy Mornings ✦♡✦

Katakuri x Fem!Reader [AO3 Link] Description: On a cozy, rainy morning, you and Katakuri spend some time together in bed. Tags: Morning sex, Sleepy sex, Quickie, Hand job, Kata & Reader are married, Size difference (Reader is slightly sized up to better fit Kata), 18+ MDNI Words: 751 ₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

A distant rumble of thunder brought you out of your sleep this morning. As you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, you could hear the sound of rain outside. It made you not want to get out of bed and just stay nice and cozy but there were things do be done. You started to sit up to get out of bed when large arms wrapped around you, dragging you to the massive, warm form of your husband. 

“Not yet.” You heard Katakuri grumble above you and it seemed like he had the same thought as you. You snuggled your face into his chest, the two of you now laying on your sides towards each other. Being in his arms on a rainy morning like this was absolutely perfect. 

Maybe you could wait a little longer to get the day started.  

He gripped you tighter so your bodies pressed together more and you felt his arousal against you.  

Perhaps you could wait quite a while longer to get the day started.  

You pulled slightly away from him to trace your fingers along the lines of his tattoos. He sighed contently at your touch and your fingers followed those pink lines down to waistband of his sweat pants. Using one hand to tug down the front of his sweat pants, you started to stroke his large shaft using the other.  

He choked out a gasp at your actions and it only fueled you to keep going. Your hand went up and down his cock, earning soft groans from your husband. You looked up at him and could see him staring down at you, a blush on his face, his eyebrows knitted together, panting slightly.  

Seeing him like this made pressure start to build in your lower stomach. It was a favorite sight of yours - your big, strong husband a whimpering, blushing mess and all because of you.  

After a few more minutes of stroking him, you pulled your hand away to then put it on his hip. You pulled him towards you as you rolled onto your back and he followed your lead. Katakuri was now hovering above you, your legs lazily wrapped around his hips. One hand braced near your head resting on the pillows, he used his other to take off his pants. You pulled your nightie over your head, the two of you now fully naked together. 

Katakuri dipped his head down to kiss you gently. The two of you long ago had found a way to kiss without his fangs harming you and you adored kissing this man. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you deepened the kiss as he lined himself up with your entrance.  

As he slowly entered you, you gasped against his lips and his tongue invaded your mouth. You moaned around his tongue and the two of you sloppily made out as he thrusted into you, stretching your pussy around his large cock. The stretch quickly turned from slight discomfort into pleasure as he lazily rocked his hips.  

While you loved how fast and passionate your usual sex with him was, this slow, sleepy sex was just right for this rainy morning.  

He reached his hand in between the two of you and rubbed his thumb against your clit. You broke away from the kiss to throw your head back and moan loudly. Katakuri moved his lips down to your neck to begin kissing and gently nipping there, still slightly hovering above your body so he didn’t crush you.  

His attention all over you had you panting and clawing at his back.  

“Yes, yes, yes.” You breathily moaned, already feeling your orgasm building. With your nails digging into his back and you trying to rock your hips to match his pace, Katakuri knew you were close.  

“Come for me, baby.” He whispered against your neck. The soft command made you come undone and you arched your back, letting out a cry as your orgasm ripped through you. Your moans rang through your bedroom and Katakuri was not far behind you. With a few more thrusts, he groaned loudly and he filled you up with his cum.  

The two of you laid there in silence for a moment, just trying to catch your breaths. You released your nails from his back and moved your hands to caress the back of his head and neck. He sighed softly against the skin of your neck and gave you another gentle kiss. 

Yeah, the day could definitely wait. 

[miaqc1]

They already knows [Rebuild of Evangelion, Ayanami Rei/Shikinami Asuka Langley]

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I'm Asuka. I've been Rei's partner for years. I'm madly in love with her but I haven't told her I'm non-binary. I'm afraid it would put an end to our relationship. Yet I can't hide it from her forever. So, over a meal, I plan to tell her my gender identity but Rei interrupts me.

“I already know, dear Asuka. I am also non-binary.”

“HOW?”

I couldn't help but raise my voice. I've been worried about losing sie all this time and hir is non-binary! Then I started laughing.

“Is everything all right?” My lover asks.

“Yes, yes, everything's ok. It's just... ironic, don't you think so?”

Rei laughs as well. The rest of the meal is spent in good spirits.

[saeclipse]

nurse ᥫ᭡ a.ness

alexis ness gets injured from soccer. kaiser taking him home, he spends the day under your care

𝐆𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 fill the room, the soccer player has yet to get comfortable on his couch. His right leg propped up after suffering a terrible injury. Kaiser just stands there, staring at his misery, bouncing his leg up and down impatiently.

“When are they gonna come?” The blue haired man asked, “Waiting all day isn’t exactly my specialty, Alexis.”

The shorter man quickly comes to your defense. Forgetting his injury, he abruptly gets up, but he then almost screams in pain with the stress on his knee. Keys then fiddle with the door outside, prompting Kaiser to dash to the location. You sprint pass the tall man to get to (your favorite) German. Kneeling in front of the couch, you examine his knee with concern.

“Are you okay? I heard a noise from outside.” You question your lover.

He grunts for a moment but responds with that sweet voice of his, “Of course, meine hübsche.” (my pretty)

You give a small chuckle as you stare at his leg more intently, using your experience as a nurse to tend to your boyfriend. You ask the normal questions; did you take your medicine, how’s the pain 1-10, etc. After caring for your partner, you notice a tall figure still standing in front of the door.

“This is disgusting, I’m leaving.” Is all Kaiser said before he makes his departure. You have no idea how your angel of a boyfriend ever even liked that demon. Not trying to toot your own horn here but… you like to say you take much better care of him than Kaiser ever will.

“You okay, beautiful?” Ness asked, it only melts your heart more. This guy could literally beat up a person and you would just stare with big red hearts as eyes, it was so cartoonish your love for him. What was even more silly was his love for you. He would turn the world upside down, left and right, and end it if you gave him the word. It truly came out of a fairytale – his everlasting love for you. Some called it like a dog and master, but it was much more. If it truly was dog and master, you would be the unconditional loving dog who worshiped Ness, you would do just as crazy a thing for him just as he would for you. It was a mutual insane obsession, some might call it unhealthy, you guys called it love.

You only smile at him and give a chaste kiss to his cute forehead, making sure to get straight in the middle. You travel over to your kitchen – one that you rarely used when Ness is over as he always suggested going on a date to a fancy restaurant, but now here you are making your best to imitate the cuisine from his favorite German restaurant. If Ness was gonna spend the next couple weeks on your couch, isolated from the world, he was gonna get the best food he got since his birth.

You sang delightfully in tune with the song, Chemtrails Over the Country Club by Lana del Rey played on the speaker. Cooking some meat, Ness layed there, staring at the most ethereal person attempt to cook him a five star meal (you would fail but he wouldn’t tell you). God he wish he could capture this moment on his camera so he could keep a physical copy, but he supposes a phone will do.

After eating a sweet treat for dessert (which ended up being ice cream because somehow you fucked up the original dessert). You hold Ness on your shoulder, traveling to your room so you have easier access to him in the middle of the night. Unsurprisingly being extremely heavy, it takes a while before you settle your boyfriend on the bed.

“Wait here, I have to get the kit.” You state before heading to the restroom. It only takes a few seconds but you come back with gauze and other materials to rebandage the injury. No words are said as you focus on his knee, with the silence saying everything that's needed. Ness once again oogles at your focused state, making him question if he should visit you at work more often. Phantom hearts fill his eyes, thoughts of you caring for him, this time with a ring on your finger flood his mind. He wonders if he should start getting injured more – but then you would have to worry more and he doesn’t want that. However, seeing you here, with the soft orange light from the lamp capturing your features beautifully. He feels like home here, maybe he will move in with you next month. After all, no house is a home without your presence to warm it.

Putting the kit back, you come back to bed with pajamas. You guys set your TV on a show, and although you don’t particularly find it entertaining, hearing Ness laugh next to you is a more than good enough reason to keep it running.

And when the lights go off, when it’s just you two in the dark in your bed – that's when most of the memories happen, the talks, the jokes, the moments of adoration of the other, where one could stare at the other’s resting figure and recollect the day. Where you two laugh at Ness’s new lockscreen of you cooking peacefully in the kitchen.

@lakeside-paradise @tofumiarchives @rini-rushed @shrii-kk

[im-yn-suckers]

ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ? ✧˖° bf!riki x gf!reader ✧˖° tw: kissies, cuddles, mention of stress, reader is said to be short but that could literally js mean shorter than him, and only sorta maybe perhaps a little kinda self indulgent bc i want a riki ^^ a little disclaimer: idk if riki listens to all of these, as they just come off of my playlist !

your desk is covered in pens, pencils, sticky notes and other supplies. ah yes, another paper, but this time you finished in time. previously you were worrying about getting in on time and if you did it right. will the professor think its good? will i get a good grade? i hope i didnt mess up

all of these thoughts crowded your mind for days maybe even weeks. it brought you tears and pride. the final paper you so horridly dreaded now turned in as you leave your desk, not bothering to clean it up. you walk over to your bf, who was busy playing league on the couch, that filled up, almost, the entire room.

you plop down next to him, leaning on his shoulder. his scent intoxicating you, god, how you missed it for the last 3 hours. "you done pretty girl?" he asks, though not looking down, too focused on his game. you only nod. minutes pass and youre still cuddled up to him. soon enough, he turns the tv off and turns toward you, fully sideways. he lets himself fall back onto the couch, allowing you to fall w him.

a giggle leaves his pretty lips, as you fall on top of him. the couch cant fit the both of you so he improvised. you lay your head on his shoulder, almost his clavicle. you lightly peck the skin-exposed by his black hoodie-covered by pretty moles. "youre squishing me!" "shhh this was all you" he sighs in defeat. "lets go to the bed then" you sigh, not wanting to move.

on the bed, you two lay on your backs, close together. something about his calm presence when you two are in bed, ready to fall asleep, is so comforting. maybe it was his scent, as mentioned, its intoxicating, almost dizzying. or maybe his giant figure next to yours, offering a sense of protection. maybe his soft breaths as he lays down, scrolling tiktok, not quite ready to sleep, yet.

"baby, baby!" he perks up, seeing a video "hm?" you respond, on the verge of falling asleep. your eyelids droopy. "lets make a playlist and take turns adding songs!" you giggle as you hear the idea, finding it quite endearing. you nod in agreement. he opens his laptop and pulls up spotify.

tapping the plus, he creates a new playlist. "what should we name it?" he asks, trying to complete the first step. "mmmm idk, something short but cute" he types in your name to tease you. "hey!" "what?? you said short and cute!" he deletes the name, trying to think of a new one.

"wait! ki! yk the song tell my momma by kard?" you have an idea, hoping its a good one. "uhm i know OF it, why?" "how bout we put 'ill do anything to make our love last long'?" you suggest a long but sweet lyric "baby, thats corny" "so is making a playlist tgt" silence. "ugh ig ure right" you giggle and he puts down the lyric.

"ok songs, you add one first" he pushes the laptop your way and you think for a moment you add the first song, every kind of way by h.e.r, he smiles seeing the song. he takes his turn "where is love" by 3house. your turn again, "wa-r-r" by colde. his turn again, "someone like u" by lullaboy "infranumi" by steve lacy, "pink+white" by frank ocean. "seasons" by wave to earth, "3:00 am" by finding hope it goes back and forth adding songs and laughing

once you two finish, he shuts the laptop, reaching over to set it down. he turns to his side to grab you and pull you close to him. his arms wrapping around you. he presses a little kiss to your lips saying goodnight.

[gothamite-rambler]

Speedy (Mia Dearden), one of Green Arrow's sidekicks, skipped over to Jason Todd with remarkable lack of stealth. Jason remembered the woman and took a cautious step back worried she was going to attack him.

Mia flashed a bright smile, looking him up and down before gripping his hand tightly.

Mia: You're my friend now! We're having fish tacos together!

Jason (trying to break free): What? What? I want fish tacos, but what's happening?

Mia: You're my new guy friend, and I want to steal you away from Roy for a bit!

Jason: Oh… Roy, help!

Mia: I'm taking your friend boy, Roy! We'll return later!

Mia kept walking, dragging a bewildered Jason along with her. Roy watched, unsure of how to react for a few seconds, before quickly running after them while Lian happily enjoyed her ice cream sundae.

Roy: Hey! Hey, he's my friend!

Lian: I’ll eat the rest of the ice cream, Dad!

[spiicii]

[ C A S T ]

the bloodline / mamma mia au

jey uso / jimmy uso / roman reigns x fem!oc

this is a work of fiction. some characters are aged up or aged down for continuity purposes. does not follow current wwe storylines (though many are similar). this is an alternate universe!

notes -> i appreciate everyone for voting! some people are interested, some people aren’t, so I’ll just post what I’ve already created and see how it goes :) for those of you who weren’t feeling this fic, don’t worry, i’m still working on other projects - specifically the boy toy series and a new omegaverse series 💙

dani sheridan • 39 • scorpio

independent, fearless, hardworking, stubborn

best friends: bianca & rhea high school sweethearts with jey uso raised her daughter sophie as a single mother bachelor’s in finance from university of tennessee where she met bianca moved to greece with sophie to open her own hotel which she has managed for the last fifteen years

sophie sheridan • 20 • taurus

free spirited, creative, positive, sociable

best friends: chelsea & piper engaged to carmelo hayes enjoys art, poetry, and dance dropped out of college to help her mother with the hotel

jey uso / joshua fatu • 39 • leo

honest, sensitive, quick-tempered, kind

high school sweethearts with dani divorced with two boys has been single for the last five years current world heavyweight champion

jimmy uso / jonathan fatu • 39 • leo

fun-loving, idealistic, confident, adventurous

close friends with dani in high school recently divorced two children from a previous relationship recovering alcoholic

roman reigns / joe anoa'i • 39 • gemini

dependable, calm, soulful, fair

close friends with dani in high school separated with five children current face of wwe

carmelo hayes / christian brigham • 25 • leo

charming, intelligent, affectionate, ambitious

engaged to sophie helps dani with managing and promoting the hotel

bianca belair / bianca crawford • 39 • aries

loyal, daring, funny, genuine

best friends: dani & rhea married to montez ford met dani at the university of tennessee sophie's favorite auntie

rhea ripley / demi bennett • 32 • libra

thoughtful, warmhearted, trustworthy, patient

best friends: dani & bianca met bianca at nxt who then introduced her to dani recently divorced sophie's other favorite auntie (how could she pick a favorite?)

chelsea green • 22 • aries

silly, expressive, reliable, considerate

best friends: sophie & piper sophie's maid of honor her and piper are the youngest tag team on the main roster met sophie through bianca & rhea when they brought her to wrestling shows

piper niven / kimberly benson • 22 • taurus

warm, assertive, strong, caring

best friends: sophie & chelsea sophie's maid of honor her and chelsea are the youngest tag team on the main roster met sophie through bianca & rhea when they brought her to wrestling shows

montez ford / kenneth crawford • 39 • gemini

protective, loving, responsible, witty

married to bianca belair father figure to sophie protective of his girls (bianca, rhea, dani, & sophie) initially disliked christian, but the two became good friends christian's best man

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besties: @acute-crashout-jeyuso @mindairy @amandairene88 @askullasunflower @partypoison00 @brianochka @femdisa @zephyrazzz @scorpiochaos @gardencottage @minteagalaxea @annyanse @nbanenefrmdao @wishyouloveme @glittergirl7 @bloodline-fanacc @key05marie @mzv11 @neytiri-20 @ayeeeitsmiracle @buttercup0024 @punksyeet @pr0wlerpunk @lilucey @cassrox @cosmiccandydreamer @sarlaccussy @fearlesschimera @hadesorion @rollinssection @levissslutt @mingisfavgf @aaira3333 @thealliasylum @marababyyyy @transparentphantomface @eringobragh420 @m00nlitnight @tssweets

[harryforvogue]

inspired by this request (thank you @ftdtkatie and welcome back queen). harry and mia post wedding reception. smut but it's not really detailed innit. 2.7k words. more harry and mia here

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When Harry finally untangles himself from her, Mia steps into the hotel room, twirling the key around her finger. “Wow,” she murmurs, reaching for the light switch. “This is … wow.”

Harry’s back to nuzzling against her neck, arms around her again. “Only the best for you.”

Mia suppresses her shudder, tossing the keys onto the entrance table. She lets Harry turn her around and press her against the door, his mouth on hers before she can squint up at him.

“Wife,” he says again, softly, against her mouth. “My wife.”

Her fingers grip his shirt. The blazer is long gone, sleeves rolled up to his elbows to show his strong arms, tattoos, and watch. The soft overhead light above accentuates the shine of the ring on her finger. She wiggles her fingers and Harry laughs softly, covering her left hand with his own. 

“Are you happy, Mia?” he whispers, using his other hand to pull her chin up. “Was everything perfect today?”

Mia leans her head back on the door and stares up at him. The glow of the candles to the right of him illuminates half of his handsome face. He’s smiling down at her, dimples on either side of his cheek, breathing softly. His lips are slightly swollen from all the kisses they’ve exchanged today. 

“I have never been happier,” Mia says so quietly that it’s nearly inaudible. “And you?”

Harry ducks his head down and kisses her fully, holding her head against the door. “You’ve no idea, Mia,” he whispers. “I don’t think you’ll ever know.”

She breaks her hand out of his and loops her arms around his shoulder. Harry’s eyes shine when he pulls back from the kiss, cheeks a gentle pink. He leans down and picks her up from under her knees, cradling her against his torso. Mia laughs and holds onto him tighter. Harry walks them further into the room, giving her a tour of the place with careless motions. “That’s the dining. The bathrooms. The bar. The fridge.”

Then he stops at the bed, carefully toeing off his shoes and climbing into it on his knees. He swings her carefully and then lays her in the middle of the bed.

Mia stretches cat-like, back sinking into the mattress. “Oh, that’s so nice.”

Harry smiles, sitting down, leaning on his outstretched palm. His eyes twinkle with amusement, watching her stretch her arms out above her head. “Isn’t it? My back’s been hurting something fierce too.”

She shakes her ankles out, catching Harry’s attention. “Try walking around in these.”

“You’re right.” He catches one of her ankles and starts to undo the buckle. “Torture devices.”

“Now you’re understanding.”

Harry drops the shoe and works on the other one. He massages her heel gently, forcing a groan of relief out of Mia who stares up at the ceiling. When Harry’s hand starts trailing upwards and under her dress, she grins and raises her head, pushing up onto her ankles. “What are you doing?”

Harry bends down to kiss her calves and knees, warm hands holding her as if she’ll break. “Sit up, baby. Let’s get your hair down.”

Mia does so, with help from Harry tugging on her hands, and then he sits behind her with his own tie undone and shirt halfway unbuttoned. For the reception, she kept her hair braided and up, so it’s unsurprising that by the time Harry’s done unleashing her hair, there are at least 25 pins sitting in her lap. His nimble fingers run through her hair to get rid of any hairspray, the soft hidden strands from within her bun falling in loose waves around her face. Harry holds her chin as he kisses her again. “So pretty,” he murmurs, lips sliding down to her neck. “Wanna get out of the dress?”

“Mhmm.”

He undoes the zipper and pats her thigh to get her to stand. The dress falls to her feet. Harry leans back on his palms again, biting the inside of his cheek to hide his smile. “You are so pretty, Mia.”

It’s stupid how Mia suddenly feels nervous. She’s not supposed to feel this way – she’s had sex with Harry likely a thousand times now. But there’s something about the way she stands before him in the – very meticulously picked out, thank you very much – bra and underwear set, his eyes drinking her in, though his smile really only widens when he sees the emotion in her eyes.

With his hand outstretched, he beckons her forward. As if a puppet on a string, she shuffles back to him, sitting in his lap.

He kisses her again and again, sighing and licking into her mouth with a surprising amount of gentleness that makes Mia’s throat close. 

“Are you tired? Sleepy? Hungry?”

Mia kisses him back, gripping the back of his neck. “I’ve got other things on my mind.”

He hums, drawing back to look at her face. “I’ll order food now so it’s ready by the time we’re done.”

Her fingers walk down his collarbones, lips pursed. “Done with what?” she says innocently, because even though she’s nervous, that won’t stop her from being annoying. “What do you think we’re about to do, mister?””

Harry kisses her once more. “You know damn well what we’re going to do.” Then he leans over and grabs the phone, balancing her into his lap as he does. “What do you think you’ll be in the mood for?”

Mia rests her head on his shoulder, pressing her hips against his. He takes a shuddering breath that makes her smile. “A burger.”

“Fries?”

“Nah.”

“Anything else? Dessert?”

“No cake, please. I’ve had too much today.”

“Alright, baby.”

She listens to him dial and wait for the desk to answer. His voice rumbles under her ear. He finishes his list of late night dining food with “...and if you could, a bowl of strawberries for dessert. Thanks.”

Mia lifts her head to grin at him when he puts the phone down. “So romantic.”

“Should have made them chocolate covered,” Harry says with a frown. 

She kisses him, throwing all her might into it, which effectively catches Harry off guard. Instead of catching her, he falls onto his back, his hair in his face as she swings a leg over his waist and straddles him. The undone tie comes off first, flying behind her, and Harry’s laughing as she works on the rest of his buttons. 

“What do we have – T-minus twenty minutes?”

“Thirty, likely.”

“Enough time, I’d say.”

Harry reaches up and squishes her cheeks together. “Oh yeah?” he mimics. “What do you think we’re about to do, huh?”

Mia tries to bat his hands away but he only squishes harder. She crosses her arms over her barely dressed torso and says, “You’re being horny. I’m being practical. Don’t you know that a lack of consummation is grounds for annulment?”

Harry throws his head back and snorts. “There’s absolutely no way you just said consummation.”

“It’s a real thing.”

“I’m pretty sure we’ve consummated our relationship to keep us afloat for a good decade.”

“Oh, so you’re saying you want an annulment?”

Harry bites on his inner cheek. “It’s a bit early for divorce jokes, no?”

“Annulment, not divorce.”

“Whatever.” He raises his head and smiles up at her. “Mia.”

“Yeah?”

“Why are you shaking?” His hands come up around her, yanking her down with him so she lays flat on his chest. He rubs her arms, but the shivering doesn’t stop. “Baby.”

“Is it stupid that I’m actually, you know, nervous-excited?”

“Excited, I understand. Being nervous, though, is interesting.”

“You’re not nervous?”

“To..to have sex?” Harry asks, slightly bewildered. “Not really.”

Mia rolls her eyes. “I don’t think it’s the sex that's making me nervous. I don’t know what it is. Just all the excitement and all of today, maybe. I think I’m having a sugar crash. Yeah, that’s what this feels like. But I also don’t want the day to end because I’m having so much fun. It’s surreal, but I’m also in the moment. It’s weird. I don’t know.”

She knows she’s rambling a bit, but it’s hard to stop once she’s started and Harry’s looking at her with just a fond smile, she’s not sure if he’s actually listening or just admiring her face.

“I know it’s a lot to process,” Harry says once he’s done staring at her. “Honestly, my love, if you just wanna crash for the night, we can do that. Like I said, we’ve consummated enough times–”

“I’m really starting to dislike the way you say that word–”

“--so we can just get our clothes off and go to sleep.”

Mia frowns deeply. “No way I’m sleeping without banging you within an inch of your life, Harry.”

“Romantic.” He sits up and brings her along. “Mia.” He waits for her to look at him. “You’re in charge tonight. Whatever you want goes.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

A look of determination slots onto her face. “Alright.”

The kiss is gentle, but there’s an underlying urgency in it. The way she presses her hips to his again suggests she’s done with the chatter, and when his large hands grab her waist and pull on her, she softly sighs into his mouth.

Harry – to be plain – has been hard since the moment Mia looked at him at the reception half an hour ago and said it’s time to leave. He’d been waiting for her signal, and now they’re here, Mia sprawled on top of him, thighs around his waist, and her mouth hot on his. Her hands push off his shirt, tossing it aside just as Harry’s fingers twist off the clasp of her bra.

She shivers as the straps fall from her shoulders, and Harry leans in to pepper kisses to her chest. She holds him close, cradling his head, and throwing her own head back with a satisfied hum. His lips find the column of her throat next, the back of her ear, her temple, her nose. He twists them over so that he lays on top of her, and she gives in to his heady kisses.

His hands slide down her sides, fingers catching onto the band of her underwear, and he pulls away to look at her. It’s always been what he does, Mia thinks, as his eyes search for visible agreement. She nods at him, raising her hips to help him. His dimples return and the last of her garment is tossed away.

“Not fair,” Mia murmurs, dragging her nails down his abs. He tightens the muscles to prevent being tickless. “Take yours off too.”

Harry works on his belt while Mia watches with heavy eyes. Once his trousers are gone, he fits himself between her legs and sighs at the contact of their skin.

She loves the weight of him on top of her, just shy of crushing her lungs. His soft skin against hers, simply absorbing heat. 

“Nothing else,” Mia says, getting comfortable under him. “We can do the other stuff later. Just want you inside of me right now.”

Harry smiles. “You know me too well.”

“I can tell by that evil look that you’re about to use your mouth, but I mean it,” Mia giggles, and he kisses her neck as his hands slowly part her legs. His fingers slide through, gently pressing one finger at her entrance. He pushes in and listens to her whimper before adding another. And when she whimpers again, he kisses her so he can swallow the noises and savor them. 

“Harry, ah please just – yeah. Just… yes. Yes.”

He lines himself up and carefully begins to enter her. It’s always this way, no matter if they’ve previously decided to be rough. He watches her face contort with pleasure, her mangled whine blending in with his deep groan. The feel of her walls invites him, warm and comforting.

“I love you,” Harry murmurs against her mouth, arms braced beside her head. Her eyes flicker up at him, a beginning of a flush blossoming on her face. “You are everything. Do you understand? Everything.”

His thrusts are shallow at first, but once he hears her throaty moan, he pulls her closer to him and presses deeper. She makes the prettiest sounds as he quickens his pace, eyes never leaving hers. 

“Wife,” he marvels, causing Mia to whine and throw her arms around him. Her sharp nails dig into his shoulders. “I love you. I love you.”

All of Mia’s nervousness, or whatever you would call it, melts away. Instead, she looks up at her husband in awe. Only the two of them know how far they’ve come. Nobody else but Mia sees the way Harry’s eyes take her in, how his heart beats to the syllables of her name, how his hands cup her face as if she’s the most precious thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

And in his most vulnerable moment too. Nobody sees Harry the way he is now, spread out and bare in front of her, broken down to the point where she can see every molecule of him. His fears, his fierce way of loving, his stubbornness, his protectiveness. 

It’s all hers. 

She holds him closer, emotion in her throat causing her to moan lowly, nails still pressing into his skin.

It doesn’t take long for either of them to announce their impending orgasm, but Harry goes first, and then, with the help of his thumb against her clit, she follows, hot pleasure running down her spine like electricity. He’s holding her in his arms when she’s coming down from that high, mumbles soft words against her hair.

“I love you,” Mia whispers, and that doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Harry’s lips twist into a smile and he runs his palms over her eyes. “I love you.”

“I’m crying?”

“A little, my love.”

His own eyes are looking misty again.

“Sorry. Don’t know why I’d be crying right now.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t apologize.” He starts sliding down her body, and she only realizes what he’s doing when his head is between her legs and his tongue is darting out to give her a gentle lick.

Mia hisses, yanking on his hair. “Give me a bloody minute, would you?”

He rests his head on her thigh and waits exactly one minute before he returns to his spot and licks into her.

Despite the lack of rest, Mia’s riding out another orgasm on his tongue within minutes, the tears in her eyes now from oversensitivity. She’s pushing him away frantically, trembling when he emerges while wiping the corners of his mouth, grinning. His hair is a mess, curtains around his brows, and his eyes filled with delight.

He’s so fucking handsome.

“You just can’t help yourself,” Mia says, barely able to manage a whisper.

“You taste so good, I really can’t.”

Before he returns to lay next to her, he finds his white shirt and helps her into it. She’s shivering again, still from excitement it seems, and when he finds his place beside her, she immediately snuggles into him. Mia takes exaggerated inhales to breathe in his scent, and Harry simply cards his clean fingers through her hair. 

It’s nearing two in the morning now, but unlike before, Mia’s wide awake. Harry’s eyes are closed, she sees when she glances at him, but he doesn't seem to be asleep. She presses even closer to him, throwing the blanket over his lower half to keep him from getting cold.

When the food arrives, it’s Mia that wraps her robe around herself and takes it in while Harry yawns and struggles to sit up. They go for the strawberries first, both of them sitting in white robes on the edge of the bed, shoulders brushing against one another. He pours her some champagne and blinks at her when she tells him she’s barely had a sip of water today.

And when Harry wipes the strawberry residue from Mia’s mouth and drags her in for a deep kiss, Mia’s heart just about explodes with happiness. Harry smiles into the kiss and holds her tighter. 

She leans into his strong frame, breathing him in again.

Everything is good.

[luvfy0dor]

“I Still See it All ♡⁠˖” Chuuya Nakahara x Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

warnings; drinking, angst, death, may seem ooc, reader is (was) fighting Fyodor with the ada, I only proofread the first 2 paragraphs and I pumped this out in about 57 minutes so it might not be the best lmao

description; The memories of yourself and Chuuya were almost palpable in your mind as your torso leaked thick, crimson blood. It felt as though you could reach out and grab his hand again, kiss him again- feel him again. You watched the cloudy and hazy scenes in 3rd person, as if you were an onlooking spectator on the sweet moments between the two of you as your life slipped through your fingers.

a/n: hey guys I'm sad cuz I got too scared to rizz the huzz at my last swim meet of the school year so now y'all gotta be sad with me LMAO

You were still in a state of shock as Fyodors blade ripped back through your torso just as quickly as it moved when it impaled you. Your brows knitted together as you watched the blood seep through your shirt, your lips dropping down into a scared frown when two and two finally clicked. You were still high on adrenaline, but aware of what was happening. Your body felt stiff and it was hard to move on your own- every thing was slowing down and becoming shaky and foggy as your eyes welled up with tears. The balance that had once been stable and distributed in your body was now gone, and you couldn't stop yourself from falling backwards onto the hard ground. You hit your head and winced, slowly closing and opening your eyes, blinking back your tears and redirecting them from the center of your waterline to stream down the sides of your cheeks. The more your tears fell, the clearer you could see. A couple feet infront of you, you could see Fyodors tall, slender, form approaching with a cynical grin plastered on his thin, pale lips. You could tell they were moving, but you couldn't make out exactly what they were saying. You shut your eyes once again and tried to take a deep breath. The longer he hovered over your bleeding body, the colder you felt. His frame blocked the sun from hitting your face and allowing you to feel that natural warmth, but once he finally got out of the way and walked in the opposite direction, it felt even better than before.

It brought you back. All of a sudden, you were under the same sun, dancing on the bricks of public walkways with Chuuya in Paris. He held your waist and one of your hands, a smile on his face as the two of you spun and stepped together. The summer heat made the both of you sweat, but it didn't stop you from having a good time. You didn't even recall how you ended up there, but you didn't have the energy to try and remember. You could only remember the memories with him, the sound of his voice and laughter- him in general. After dancing until your feet were tired, you both stumbled into the grassy patches next to the street, your laughter never stopping. "Chuuya, where'd you learn to dance?* You asked, your speech a bit slowed from your earlier alcohol consumption. Chuuya was the same way, if not worse. "Mmm, I dunno babe- think I was just born with the natural talent." As he said this, his nose scrunched up and he spoke with his lips turned upward into a smug, proud grin. You giggled and playfully slapped his shoulder. "You should join talent shows as a side hustle." You slur, resting your head on his shoulder and gazing up at the Eiffel tower. "Maybe, but only if you're my salsa partner." You huffed. "I could never." Your eyelids grew heavier with each moment you say idly. If you didn't want to sleep, you'd have to move. "Mm, Chuuya, let's go see the river!" You say, standing up and pulling him along with you. He stumbled to his feet and follows you down the street, under the Eiffel tower to the railings that overlooked the water. "Do you think there's fish?" You asked, looking over to Chuuya with wide eyes. He huffs in disbelief. "Ofcourse there's fish, dumb dumb." You rolled your eyes and shrugged. "Well I dunno...I'm not an expert in...fishology..." You murmured, folding your arms over the railing and leaning against it. "I can tell."

The two of you occupied yourselves with conversation for God knows how long, and it was some of the most enjoyable time you'd spent in a while. You were so immersed in the subjects and the only time your thoughts drifted elsewhere was when you couldn't help but think about how happy you were to have met him and got to have this experience. You were both so into talking that you didn't even notice the change in the clouds until you felt the rain droplets splash against your head and nose. Over the time, the both of you had come closer to full sobriety. "We better get back to the hotel." He said with a sigh, adjusting his hat. "Yeah, good idea- in not really looking to get soaked." You huff, grabbing chuuyas hand as you started walking back. It wasn't a very far walk, but the rain was coming in quick, so you had to make it fast. The quicker the rain started to downpour, the faster your speed walking got, which ultimately backfired because you soon slipped and fell on the bricks. "Woah, are you alright?" Chuuya asked, bending over to make sure you were good, a hand on your shoulder. You stared at him for a moment before nodding and giggling. "Yeah, I'm alright, thanks babe." He offered his hand to help you up and you gladly took it, using the opportunity to pull him into a quick peck on the lips. "Aw man, im pretty wet anyways now." You groaned when you pulled away, but started to accept it because it was really all you could do. "Yeah, you gotta be more careful next time." He says. "Wouldn't want you to break a tailbone or nothin'."

Hah. If only he could see the position you were in now. Your memories cut out like radio static when you hear Atsushi scream out your name. You couldn't have been on the ground that long, but memories of Chuuya made you feel like you could live another lifetime with him before the blood loss could kill you. "Atsushi..." Your whisper of his name was like a phantom on your lips, slowly disappearing into the atmosphere without reaching anyone's ears. Your eyes slowly closed. Your heart was beating in your ears and your head was pounding. Your midsection was burning and sore and you couldn't tell if your next breath would be your last or not. You tried to lift your head from the ground, but in the moment it felt like one of the most physically taxing things you could do. Your vision started to blur again, and all the noise muffled. The beating in your ears was already slow enough, and with each passing second it just became slower. "This is it," you thought. "This is how I die. And I can't do a damn thing about it." The idea made you internally panic, but it took too much energy to show it on your face or act on that feeling of fear. "Chuuya?" You whimpered out, calling for your boyfriend, only for it to fall upon deaf ears. Your lips drew into a tight line and you whimpered, your tears falling even faster now. Ever since you met him, you wanted to die with him by your side, looking down at you with love as you went and passed over into the afterlife, but now all you had to stare at was a bright blue, slightly cloudy sky. "It kind of looks like his eye color." You thought, before exhaling quietly and closing your eyes, one last time.

A/n: yk that one song our last summer from mamma mia? Yeah that's this. Again I'm sorry if it's kinda cheeks the only thing I've been writing lately are school essays and responses, but I had a conversation with Eli before I wrote it out discussing how I kinda wanted it to go and originally this was gonna be a fyodor x reader fic but I changed my mind