#Well I'll worry about it more when it's an Actual Problem - for the moment everything is still working! Not the best but it's Doing!

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I’ll be fine, I just have to get it all out of my system (Patreon)

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Day 30: scary movies

Masterlist flufftober 🎀

The translations of the French sentences are at the end and I give special thanks to @cumulo-stratus for helping me check that they were fine. I hope you like it!

“We're here,” Spencer announced, although that was obvious, when he parked the convertible car that Rossi had very kindly offered to lend to you.

Now that Halloween was so close, the doctor had invited the entire team to the drive-in theater for the broadcast in its original language of Eyes Without a Face, a 1960 French film, but everyone had found an excuse not to attend. Most of them refused due to their ignorance of the language and Emily, who was the only one who spoke it as fluently as Spencer, already had plans that night.

“I can go with you” you had said kindly. In other circumstances you might not have accepted, but now it made you feel guilty leaving your friend alone. In addition, the plans with him were always calm and, to a certain extent, educational "But I warn you that all I know how to say in French is Bonjour”

Your friend was happy with your response and he asked you not to worry, telling you that all you had to do was take it to him so he could translate the words for you. So Rossi told you that he would collaborate on one of his cars and Spencer almost died when he saw it, not because he was a big fan but because he was worried about how much money he would have to pay if he made the slightest scratch on it.

“There are more people than I imagined,” you murmured, nodding toward the rest of the parking lot. The majority were couples, as expected, and a few older adults.

“It was a very popular story during that time, despite the censorship it involved. We once had a similar case in… Well, I'll remind you when we finish watching it. I don't want to ruin anything for you," he murmured, smiling.

That night he had chosen an outfit that was quite common to see him in at the office: brown cardigan, an argyle vest, formal shirt, and tie. Everything was fine with that, what was really driving you crazy lately was the hair. Spencer styled his hair in a certain way that… you couldn't explain it, he just made you think of Prince Charming in fairy tales.

And the fact that you started to see it that way didn't help a damsel like you at all.

“It's okay if you can't translate the entire film. Just telling me a couple of lines is enough, I will be guided by what I see”

“No, that's not a problem. I can do it"

Of course you knew he could do it, it was Doctor fucking Reid. You were just worried that you would end up more focused on his whispering lips than on the screen in front of you.

Luckily the movie started and you managed to maintain the necessary composure. Luckily your brain was able to pay attention to what you saw, what you heard, and what Spencer was murmuring to you. At first you may have only agreed to accompany him out of kindness, but as the story progressed you realized that it was actually good. Little by little you were remembering a case that, as he had said, you had investigated, but that should probably be a talk for after finishing the movie.

You had to admit that something was captivating about the French language, because even if you didn't understand a thing they said, it was nice to hear it.

Calme-toi, ma chérie.

Faites-lui confiance.

One of the characters murmured and a second later you heard Spencer with the respective translation.

“Calm down, my dear. Trust in him”

"Repeat that"

“Calm down, my dear. Trust in him?”

“No,” you murmured, seeing him frown as if he didn’t understand your request. “Repeat what he said, in French.”

The idea had come from God knows where and you had only mentioned it in the heat of the moment, otherwise you would never have asked him. It was just that the words had sounded so exquisite that you wondered if the soft voice of the man next to you would replicate them in the same way.

Spencer wanted to ask you why you wanted that, but he was afraid of ruining his only chance to impress you with his skills, so he just turned enough so you could see him better and mentally visualize the words he needed.

When he leaned a little towards you to have more privacy you felt his breath hit your neck and adding to the soft aroma of his cologne that reached your nose you felt slightly dizzy.

If a single action had been enough to make your entire body shake, it probably would have been hearing Spencer Reid whispering French in your ear.

“Calme-toi, ma chérie. Faites-lui confiance”

“Once again,” you laughed, thankful that the low lighting didn’t allow you to see a blush on your cheeks.

"Why?" he said amused, thinking that perhaps it was prudent to inquire about your request.

“I don't know, when you talk it you sound so…” so sexy “nice. Like feeling velvet between your fingers” 

Spencer was definitely flattered by you, you could tell by the way he chuckled and his body flinched slightly.

“I don't sound that good because I haven't practiced French for a long time, but my mom wants to go to Paris one day so if we go together, I'll be able to do it. I learned it a few years ago, it is a somewhat difficult language”

“Can you say anything else?” you asked excitedly, as you scooted a little further against him to the point where your knee brushed his and your faces were just a short distance away “I mean, of course you can, but could you do it?”

“Huh, what do you want me to tell you?”

“Whatever,” you smiled sweetly. You weren't even paying attention to the movie anymore, which was playing in the background, but you only had eyes for him and his pretty face.

Spencer's face. Your co-worker. 

Despite the inappropriate course that your thoughts had taken, you kept watching him while he thought for a few seconds what he was going to say to satisfy your curiosity. A mischievous smile crossed his face as he tilted his head slightly and you swore it was almost as if he wanted to maneuver his lips to yours.

“Je pense que tu es vraiment belle”

The phrase was just a caress, a feather sliding across your ears that managed to stop your breathing and accelerate your heart rate. Maybe French was called the language of love for a reason.

"What does it mean?" you asked in barely a whisper.

But Spencer didn't respond, he just stared at you and for a second you thought his attention had been diverted to your parted lips.

“Keep watching the movie or you'll miss the best part.”

“Spencer, what does it mean?”

“There he is saying that she can be admitted tomorrow morning.”

“Spencer,” you said sternly. Even with the tone of your voice, he did not look to your side, pretending to be extremely interested in the movie playing, “What did you tell me?” 

“You only wanted to hear me speak in French, you never asked for a translation”

“Reid!” You complained, extending your hand to his arm to get his attention and force him to look at you. “I swear if you offended me…”

“Je ne t'offenserais jamais”

“Stop it,” you threatened him, pointing a finger at him and frowning.

“Si je pouvais, j'effacerais ce visage en colère avec un baiser”

You responded to that with an exasperated sigh and suddenly a scream that you didn't expect on the screen startled you greatly, causing you to instinctively jump into his arms.

It was an absolute, cheap cliché, but that didn't make it any less romantic.

"You see? Pay attention” was all he said, with a tone that showed how much fun he seemed to be having.

You readjusted yourself in your seat without saying anything and obeyed his words, looking at the strange black-and-white scene. Out of the corner of your eye you watched Spencer lick his lips before he started shouting explanations about the story again which you listened to carefully, trying not to think too much about what the two sentences he had told you meant but which would keep you curious for the rest of the night.

Suddenly you felt him stir next to you and raise both arms, as if he wanted to stretch his back, while a yawn left his lips. What really caught your attention was feeling that one of his limbs, the one that was close to you, when getting off was placed on the edge of the seat behind your back and not on his lap as it should be.

“Tell me you didn’t do that.”

"Do what?" he asked, but from the stutter in his voice you knew he knew well what you meant.

“That's the most common tactic on earth,” you muttered between laughs. Spencer lowered his head as if he were embarrassed and ready to take his arm away from you, but you raised your hand until you took his and slid a little so that you were leaning against his body. “But I'll let it go just because you're cute.”

Cute. The word resonated in Spencer's mind and warmed his cheeks, while he felt how you settled your head better on his chest and began to caress the back of his hand with your thumb. You were so soft and warm he felt like he was going to die. 

“Where is my star translator?” he heard you say and that was enough to snap him out of his trance.

You stayed in that position for the rest of the show while he whispered in your ear and you listened to the soft beat of his heart, feeling that, at least for one night, the world belonged only to the two of you.

Translation

"I think you are really beautiful" (Je pense que tu es vraiment belle)

"I would never offend you" (Je ne t'offenserais jamais)

“If I could, I would erase this angry face with a kiss” (Si je pouvais, j'effacerais ce visage en colère avec un baiser)

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[eluxcastar]

For the whole dottore basically adopting the reader, what would he do if reader got sick? And would reader call him dad, dottore or zandik?

Dadtore with his sick child

── ୨୧：il dottore & reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: more dadtore but with germs this time (the first germs)

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, child reader, not proofread, also written at one am I'll edit in the morning 😭

୨୧﹑words :: 700

originally this was gonna be another ramble but I was like this could be cute let's write it. as for the name I actually have no idea largely because when I wrote child reader last time I wrote them intentionally without dialogue so I actually didn't even consider it but Dad feels like a very down the road choice

Zandik feels more familiar than Dottore but whether he'd want a kid running around calling him that to everyone is a different question. I think there's a definite Dottore to Dad pipeline

Perhaps you managed, no thanks to your infinite curiosity, to get into the things he'd tried to keep you from. Dottore thought he'd done everything he could possibly do, but children find a way. When you wake up in the middle of the night to him still up and about, he's surprised to find you look barely awake, unsurprising on its own, but you are unsteady and warm to the touch.

That's not good. You've never been sick before. Dottore pauses, hand practically glued to you as he tries to think of what to do. Should he run you a cold bath? Maybe he should leave you or warm you up more so that you can sweat it out easily. He's not even sure what's wrong with you yet.

You're sleepy, it seems, as you're passed out in Dottore's arms before he can even carry you back to your makeshift bed, breath softening against his skin as your head rests on his shoulder. It's such a natural way for you to settle by now, even after only a few months, that Dottore waits to let go. You feel too warm, too fragile. It is the polar opposite of how cold you were when he found you.

He sets you back in your spot on the couch and wraps your blankets tightly around you. Your face is flushed, and you still look far too addled.

Rest and a lot to drink are enough, but they certainly don't feel like enough as Dottore stares down at you, all curled up amongst your blankets. More than ever, you look like a pathetic newborn kitten stumbling about and too small to do anything but sleep and blink with great effort. It's all in an endearing way. Dottore can't have you dying on him, especially not to a fever, but there's little he can actually do to help you and little that says he should be. Fevers are the kind of thing you have to sweat out, often because they're fighting something else. Dottore knows that well.

"Did you touch anything you weren't supposed to?" he asks. Dottore doesn't recall a time at which you went poking around with a dedication to finding anything or that you didn't cut it out the moment he scolded you.

You slowly shake your head as you register his question. It reassures him, seeing as he can't find a reason to doubt that. You've had very few problems with honesty before today. You're trustworthy enough not to interrogate you.

"Then you got it from someone else," he concludes. "You're not uncomfortable?"

Again, you shake your head once the question sets in. That's the best you'll get as you are. Whatever this fever is trying to fight off is not something you found in a petri dish and probably came from your disagreeable habit of being far too welcoming to strangers in the lab. If nothing else, he can find comfort in the fact he won't spend the next few hours worrying if you've contracted a deadly disease or greatly repel properties of the abyss. You're still very safe right here where he's able to watch over you.

Dottore takes a moment to lay you down, a vaguely tender show of practically pushing you over as you've dozed off to sleep again in the time it takes him to act. Dottore collects the mess of blankets around you and pulls them over you, opting to keep you from getting cold unless you get worse or throw them off in your sleep. He finds his overcoat bunched at your feet and drapes that on top of the blankets too, your favourite item of comfort and what keeps you most warm.

Dottore sits beside you in the tiny space between your feet and the edge of the couch. There is just enough room for him. His hand rests against your leg as he waits, watching your chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm. He is pleased to see you sleep well despite the circumstances.

That coat had once been wrapped around you, cold and shivering, and it engulfed you with fabric to spare. Dottore doesn't mind sharing it with you now.

[maiko-san]

TADC x Robotic Jester! Reader (Part 2)

Part 1

Since part 1 doing so well, I'll be making part 2

ft. Jax, Gangle

You're not really sure how time really works in the digital circus, but who cares anyway? You just live your own life here without worrying about anything especially your human past.

You're at The Tent, practicing your skill on a tricycle while juggling lit torches in your hands and on a tightrope.

Ragatha had gone to her room to rest while Kinger is in his pillow fort, probably thinking about his insect collection.

You were too focus juggling the torches and not noticing a pair of scissors cutting the rope. The last thing you hear was a 'snap' and then you fall on the ground quite comically ( in cartoony way ) followed by a laughter. You let out a groan and shakes your head, you couldn't help but growl as turn your head to face the culprit.

It was the newcomer, Jax.

JAX

Number 1 pain the as#&! in the entire circus. You don't like him one bit ever since he first appeared.

He loves tormenting others and saying "I love to see something funny happen to people" follow that stupid grin of his.

"Hahahaha! Look how funny you look when you fall, you look so stupid!" he laughed. Your teeth clenched together. "It's not funny....rabbit" you said, standing up and dusting your clothes.

Sometimes you have the urge to throw him into the void but Caine somehow can hear your thoughts and tell you not to or he will confiscate all of your items and give you a timeout.

"It would be more funny if you were to set on fire— oh wait, you already are!" Jax grins, you stare at him in disbelief. You take a whiff and you swore you smell something burning, your tail kinda feels hot for some reason.

You turn your head to see that the tip of your tail is on fire.

Let's just say, Jax loves tormenting you the most. You remind him of those cartoon characters in tv shows!

Some of his pranks can be overboard and there are times it causes you to become malfunction all thanks to his pranks especially when he pours water into your joint circuits, causing your limbs to twist uncontrollably.

He doesn't care that he hurts someone (or even cares about their feelings). Knowing that Caine could fix/solves everything with a snap of his fingers.

Jax is straight up a bunny from hell.

None of the others like Jax including you.

You just don't know what his problem is but if he ever dares to hurt your friends with his silly pranks, you won't hesitate to throw him into the void.

You roll your eyes and sigh, with him around the area making you lose interest in training. So, you decide to leave and go back to your room or go to Ragatha's.

After a few days had passed, a new human had appeared in the circus.

Gangle

A ribbon with a mask? She's an odd one.

The very first moment she arrived, she was nervous and scared.

Caine was about to give her a name until Jax decided to name her himself.

"How about Gangle? They do move so 'graceful' " he said with a proud grin on his face, you look at him in disbelief. Seriously? That just mean! ( Gangle means moves ungracefully ). Before you could protest about the name, Caine just agreed with the suggestion he have given.

"Well! Gangle, welcome to your new home!" Caine smiles.

For the first few days, Gangle did really well actually. You notice that she has two masks with her, that is her comedy mask and tragedy mask.

Gangle is very light since she was made out of ribbons, if you run past her the poor girl gets knocked down by the wind and breaks her mask at the same time.

You did it once and you feel guilty for doing so.

So you remind yourself to always be careful whenever you're around her.

Gangle really appreciates how you are so careful and gentle around her, unlike Jax who pushes her on purpose whenever he feels like it.

Every time she breaks her comedy mask, you would offer to fix it for her but she softly declines.

"Wah!" again, Jax tripped her over when she walks past him. Her comedy mask falls off her tragic mask and smashes on the floor, "My...my comedy mask" Gangle sobs as she holds up a piece of her shattered mask.

She sighs to herself and picks up the mask piece by the piece, she stops when a hand hovers her.

She looks up to see Ragatha, Kinger and you. You couldn't help but let out a scoff, glaring at the rabbit "Seriously, Jax? Again." you glare at the purple rabbit. "Pfft. What? Not my fault that she doesn't see it coming~" he said, closing his eyes as he shrugs off what he has just done.

Gangle and Ragatha could see that you're on your last straw. Your limbs extend and wrap themselves around the rabbit, causing Jax to blink in surprise.

The next thing, Jax was thrown out of the tent. There was a Jax shaped hole left on the roof of the tent, indicating he was thrown high up.

Gangle didn't expect for you to do it, she was shocked. She appreciates that you stood up for her but at the same time, feeling that she's a burden.

You assure her that it wasn't a problem and tell her if Jax ever bothers her again with his silly pranks, don't be afraid to tell you :D.

A/N :

State in the wiki, Jax gets to choose his own name when he first arrive and he also chooses Gangle's name too.

If you're thinking that "Jax is too mean!' that's what he is, he's just a straight up a-hole and a sociopath(?).

[personwhowrites]

Hi! I wanna say I really love your work and it look cool and wicked.

Can you do TF141 + König x reader

Where they meet the new recruit who is totally a badass. (Like Alice from Resident Evil) and the gangs are inspired seeing her in action taking down the enemy. Take all the time you need, no need to rush.

I hope this what you had in mind! I am so sorry for not writing on Tuesday, I been working on this for a while now! Thank you for your patience and request! -E <3

Wc: 2k+

Tw: Knife, hand to hand combat, mentions of blood, dead body, Slightly guilt?, some fluff<not really>, mentions of bombs, slightly panic attack? Jumping out of stuff, terrible writing.

Beyond the mission

You entered the briefing room as Laswell called out, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. They all fell silent as Laswell introduced you to them.

"This is X," Laswell says, pointing to you and offering you a seat next to her. "X is a highly trustworthy person, and I've been waiting for all of you to meet them. X, this is task force 141, and König. You'll be joining them for a mission."

You give them a nod and take the seat next to Laswell. You wait for her to continue with the plan, your eyes wandering over to König. His height surprises you, along with the strange mask covering his face. He is not the only one in the group wearing a mask; another member has a skull mask on. It seems like you stared at the man with the skull mask for a bit too long, as your gaze meets his. He crosses his arms and leans back, continuing to hold your gaze. Eventually, you break eye contact as Laswell hands you a file.

"Information about the case and your role in it," Laswell says, looking at you. "X, I know you prefer working alone, but for this mission, you'll need to work with a team."

"Laswell, you know I don't do well with this 'team' stuff," you say, annoyed as you begin to look through the file. "Especially if the mission involves infiltrating the enemy's base."

"That's why you'll learn under my command," someone speaks up, causing you to quickly look up. "I'm Price, your captain."

"I know who you all are, I read your information on my way to the base," you respond quickly and look to Laswell. "Kate, I can't do this with so many people."

“I can’t pull you out of this one X.” Laswell says shaking her head. “Your skills are needed heavily on this mission.”

You sigh and set the file down, already feeling annoyed by the mission and hoping it would end soon. Working with a team was the last thing you ever wanted in life. You only care about your own safety, while it is your job to keep people safe, not everyone is expected to do that 24/7.

"You said you already knew who we are," Price says, breaking your train of thoughts. "How did you get our information?"

"With good skills in pickpocketing and hacking, you can do anything," you say, crossing your arms in front of your chest. "Let's just get this done, so we don't have to worry about this problem getting worse."

"Speaking like a true team member," Laswell says, patting your back. "I'll leave you all to discuss the matter. Price, let me know when you're all set to leave."

"Will do," Price responds, watching Laswell leave the room. "Now, everyone, we are going to ignore everything that's in this file."

"What?" König says, surprised. "Sir, we can't clearly-"

"Now you're speaking my language!" You smile and close the file. "I might have misjudged you, Captain."

“Gaz watch the door and Soap close the blinds to this room.” Price orders making slightly smile more, seeing actual order was nice. “Now, X right?”

“That’s correct.” You reply looking at him. “I’m guessing you want my idea in how we can sneak in?”

“A woman that can read my mind.” Price chuckles for a moment and then stops. His face becoming serious. “Well?”

"The layout features two entrances, two floors are show..but seems that their could be potentially a hidden third floor located underground..” You pause for a moment and then sigh. “Which may contain sensitive information and be highly secure."

"We can sweep each floor, starting by first floor, we can then move to the second floor and possibly have two people search for the entrence to the third floor." Price says in an ordering tone."We have six people on the team, we can split into three groups of two people each."

"I can go alone," you say, causing Price to shake his head. "I think it's best if two people go by themselves, it'll be more efficient and we can split up and keep watch for the other group."

"Agreed," a deep and husky British voice says, sending shivers down your spine. "It would be beneficial for us, captain."

"Fine," Price says, causing you to relax. "X and Ghost will go alone. Now, let's get our gear and be ready to leave in ten minutes."

Everyone nods to Price and exits the briefing room. The teams were already assigned. Gaz is with Price, Soap is with König and you and Ghost are alone. It seems straightforward, even for Laswell who isn't privy to the full plan.

—

As you enter the base, you aim your gun around, following behind Ghost. Everything seems normal until someone takes notice of your group's presence. You quickly pull out your knife and throw it past Price and König, then run up to the enemy and pin them against the wall. You take the knife out their arm and cut their throat, causing blood to spill on your hands. König quickly shoots someone nearby and the others begin firing at the enemies. The first floor is filled with the sounds of bullets hitting the floor and the smell of blood. It's a chaotic and bloody entrance for sure.

"Bloody hell," Price exclaimed, "All of you, be alert. We are not splitting up under any circumstances." Price quickly reloaded their gun, the sound of the chamber clicking into place filling the room. You couldn't help but sigh at the seriousness of the situation, knowing that things were about to get dangerous. "Alright, everyone, get ready," Price continued, "We are heading to the second floor. Keep your eyes and ears open, and stay alert." Price's voice was firm and commanding, leaving no room for argument.

As you heard Price's command, you decided to act on your own, ignoring the order to stick together, and rushed upstairs, eager to take on the enemy. However, as soon as you reached the second floor, you were met with a hail of bullets, forcing you to quickly dodge and weave your way through the barrage of gunfire.

You managed to find temporary refuge behind a door, but you soon realize that you weren't alone. An enemy was approaching, armed with a genie knife, ready to attack you.

"We don't have to do this," you said, trying to diffuse the situation. "Please, I don't want to hurt you." You said as you closed the door behind you, in an attempt to keep the enemy away, and also to give you some time to think.

The enemy, however, didn't seem to hear your words and kept advancing, the genie knife in hand, ready to strike. You quickly back away, trying to put some distance between you and the enemy, but you soon found yourself backed against the door with nowhere else to go.

As the enemy swung the knife at you, you realized that there was no reasoning with them. They didn't care about themselves or the consequences of their actions. They were focused solely on their mission and taking you out. In that moment you understood that you have to defend yourself, you have to protect your life. You need to take action, be ready to defend yourself with whatever means necessary. You prepared yourself mentally and physically, as you have to be ready for the next move that the enemy will make.

The enemy quickly overpowered you, pinning you against the wall, the knife now inches away from your face. But you were not going to give up that easily, you quickly used your combat training and press your knee on the enemy's crouch. Applying unwelcoming pressure, causing them to back off and drop the knife away from them.

You took this opportunity to tackle them, and grabbing the knife in the process. You were now in control of the situation and the weapon. However, in the midst of the struggle, you were unaware of the door being opened by one of your teammates, soap. They were witnessing the situation and was ready to intervene if needed.

With the enemy subdued, you raise the knife up and stab their chest multiple times, letting some blood splash on your face. As you did this, you could feel the adrenaline pumping through your body, a mix of fear, anger, and satisfaction. You felt victorious, but also a sense of guilt and remorse.

"What the fuck.." soap exclaimed, looking at you with shock and horror in their eyes.

They were taken aback by the scene before them, the enemy lying on the ground, covered in blood and the knife still in your hand.

You, on the other hand, seemed to be emotionless, your expression was blank, and your eyes were empty. You were still in shock from what had just happened, processing the events and the emotions that came with it. You get up, trying to shake off the feeling of the weight of what you had just done.

"Jesus," soap murmured, as they take in the sight.

They were at a loss for words, not sure what to say or how to react. They knew that the situation was intense and that you had to defend yourself, but still, the sight was unsettling.

Price enters the room and sees the gruesome sight, the enemy lying motionless on the ground, covered in blood and the knife still in your hand. They immediately understood what had happened, and how intense the situation was.

As you back away from the body, Price could see the weight of what had just happened in your eyes, the shock and the guilt.Price didn't say anything, just nod to acknowledge what had happened. They knew that their team had taken out the rest of the enemies on the second floor, and now it was a matter of securing the area and making sure that there were no other threats.

You move past them, looking around, taking in the destruction and the aftermath of the fight. The sight of all the bodies, the smell of gunpowder, and the sound of silence filled the room.

"Cleared the first floor," Ghost said behind you, speaking to Price. "We found the room with the information. Gaz downloaded everything we needed."

You heard the words but your mind was still processing the recent event, trying to make sense of what just happened. Ghost's words brought you back to the present, reminding you of the objective and mission. You took a deep breath, try to shake off the recent event, and focus on the task at hand.

"Good," Price says, still looking at you. "Who placed the bombs?"

"I did, captain," König says, looking over at the dead body, taking responsibility for his actions. "Our helicopter is awaiting us, captain."

"Let's go," Gaz calls out from the stairs, "We don't have much time till they set off, captain. I have a feeling some of the enemies got away."

Price nods, understanding the urgency of the situation. They quickly give orders to the team to leave the building, and to move quickly to the helicopter, that was awaiting for them.

—

The helicopter ride was silent, as you all sat there with your own thoughts, processing the events that just transpired. Everyone was lost in their own thoughts, the weight of what just happened hanging heavily in the air. You stared at your hands, replaying the events in your head, feeling a mix of emotions.

But after a moment, you finally snapped out of the sorrow, and the weight of the recent events began to lift. You couldn't help but smile a bit, feeling relieved that it was over. Price noticed your change in expression and cleared their throat, grabbing your attention.

"Where did you learn to do such a brutal thing?" Price says, his tone demanding and making you feel anger fuming inside of you. "Answer me, X."

You met his gaze, your own expression now hardening as you got ready to reply.

"When you work alone, you learn stuff." You say softly looking at him.

Price was taken aback by your reply, he probably wasn't expecting that answer. He probably thought that you have some sort of training or special forces background. But the reality is that your training is the result of the situations you have been in, the fight for survival and the need to protect yourself.

"Stop the helicopter," you said, your voice firm and commanding, indicating that you wanted to get off the helicopter.

"We are in the middle of nowhere, X." Gaz calls out from the passenger seat, "There's no base or towns near here!"

"This is my stop!" you said, getting up from your seat. König quickly puts his arm out, stopping you. "I know this area like the back of my hand,"

"You aren't leaving," Ghost says, making you stop and look at him. "No one is, until we get to the base."

You could see the determination in Ghost's eyes, he was in command mode now, but you were not going to let anyone stop you. You pushed König's arm out of the way and grab your gear, quickly moving to the door of the helicopter. You opened the door, and without hesitation, you jump out as Price yelled your code name. König gets up from his seat, hitting his head on the ceiling, startled by your sudden move.

Soap immediately rushes to the open door, only to see a parachute blocking the sight of you. They knew then that you had planned this and you were determined to leave. They knew that this was not something that they could stop you from doing.

As you drift away from the helicopter, you could see your team looking at you in shock and confusion, but you didn't care, you knew that you had to do this. You had to be alone, to process the recent events and to think about your next move.

You were aware that your actions might have consequences, but you felt that it was necessary. You pull the cord and your parachute opened, allowing you to drift safely to the ground. As you landed, you felt a sense of freedom wash over you, knowing that you were finally alone, and that you could finally think and process everything that had just happened.

"She has a parachute!" Soap yelled, trying to calm down the men, who were startled and confused by your sudden move. "Captain?"

Price sits back and shakes his head, "Leave her, I know Laswell will have her around," he says with a sigh. "That woman is crazy."

It is clear that your actions caught them by surprise and they may not agree with your decision but they knew that they had to respect it. They knew that you have your own way of handling things, and they had to trust that you knew what you were doing.

They also knew that you have a reputation of being a skilled and capable operative, who have gone on solo missions before, you have the knowledge and the experience to handle yourself.

As you watch the helicopter vanish from your sight, a sense of relief washed over you. You were finally alone, and you could finally take a moment to process everything that had just happened. You felt the weight of the recent events lift, and you couldn't help but smile.

You take a deep breath, feeling the fresh air fill your lungs and the warmth of the sun on your skin. You lay down on the grass, enjoying the moment of peace, and taking in the beauty of your surroundings. The sounds of nature, the rustling of the leaves, and the chirping of the birds all helped to calm your mind and ease your soul.

You knew that you still have a lot to think about, a lot of decisions to make, and a lot of things to process. But for now, you were content to enjoy the moment, and to take a break from the chaos and violence of the mission. You close your eyes, letting yourself relax and drift away in the peacefulness.

—

Months passed, and no one had heard from you. Laswell never informed the team what happened to you, if you had ever reported back to her or if you had gone on another mission. The team couldn't help but wonder about your whereabouts and what had become of you. They couldn't help but think about the way you had defeated an enemy, with no hesitation, no pity in your eyes, just emptiness, and a clear mode of self-preservation.

They thought about the times Soap would mention your code name, and how you always seemed to be one step ahead of the enemy. They couldn't help but admire your skills and your determination.

Until one day, out of the blue, you showed up in the briefing room, with Laswell awaiting the team.

Price was pleased to see you, relieved that you were okay and that nothing had happened to you. He was curious to know where you have been and what had happened during your time away, but he also knew that it was not the right time to ask.

Soap, on the other hand, was head over heels to see you, he couldn't help but smile when you entered the room, he had missed your presence and your skills. He couldn't stop himself from trying to imitate the move you did on the enemy, many times, yet he could never land it right.

"The Cartel has attacked again, this time getting the British involved," Laswell says, handing everyone a file. "We need to take out the leader, and put an end to this once and for all. X, you will lead this mission, and work with the team to take out the leader and dismantle the cartel. Then, you will return back to the base, where we will debrief and plan the next move."

"Is X joining our team?" Gaz says, raising an eyebrow as he notices the uniform, "I don't have anything against it if she is."

"Please, call me Y/n." You say getting up from your seat. "Excuse me, I have somewhere to be."

"Y/n, sit your ass back down," Price orders you firmly. "You will listen to your captain, and you will follow orders. We are a team, and we need to work together to succeed."

A small smile spread across your lips as you took in the new team you found yourself in. You were excited to explore the new world of teamwork, and see what kind of adventures awaited you. You look at the men in front of you, all of them delighted and happy to accept you into the team. You knew that it would take time for everyone to adjust, but who knows what kind of adventures could await you now?

[lains-reality]

hello! i rlly love your blog and the way you explain things

how do i just apply? whenever i do i stress that i’m doing it wrong because i feel overwhelmed by the amount of info and things i have to make sure i’m doing right then i spiral and over consume again. i don’t want to rely on tumblr anymore.

what’s the simplest way to apply all of this and just “manifest” (i don’t rlly like this word bc it implies there’s a process or that i’m trying to get) my dream life? thank you

hi! ty!

it takes some courage! i also read a lot as a way to feel secure, but eventually i just got tired and just decided 'i have no more fears from this day on! done with this!' and i made it a practise to stop avoiding myself whenever something comes up

its all very natural, i can't say how you'll just finally decide that your over this lol

"whenever i do i stress that i’m doing it wrong because i feel overwhelmed by the amount of info"

well, learn how to stop yourself in the moment. you're putting too much pressure on your character! it only know what it knows now, it will not accept anything outside of what it already knows! thats why you leave it alone. read all you want to read, but stop when you feel like you have to. like you must. let yourself relax.

"i don’t want to rely on tumblr anymore."

good! keep going!

"what’s the simplest way to apply all of this"

just do it. try it and see. something that is a recurent theme in all the posts and book i read, is to try it. experiment. just for this one moment, let all the worries go. promise to never make problems for yourself again. you've given up troubles now, no more. just test it and see. surrender. let the mind cry and scream, for this moment, you won't allow it to deter you from freedom.

i'll give a list of stuff that helped me

theres only now -> stop bringing the past to now, learn to sit in the present moment

stop avoiding emotions, sit with the fear, discomfort etc

you already are Self! nothing can undo that!

be patient

non attachment (or detachment)

experiment - take something you already know and test it

question everything

find out what are the stories you want, what the desire will supposedly give you

it is not necessary to get rid of thoughts or images just stop deriving identity from them

"am i arguing for my limitations?"

soon more lovely thoughts and images will appear in your awareness and you can choose what you want

can you outgrow it? not you. observe it? not you. in the absense of it, you don't dissapear? not you.

be okay with not having it. get to a place where no one and no thing can disturb you (and your happiness and peace)

just see how absurd all this shit is. like i was born? what was it like before i was born? why is it normal to hear your voice in your head? no one knows what tomorrow is but we all worry abt it, where tf does the voice in your head come from? how can we actually identify feelings, what if the feeling pride isn't actually pride and you've been lied to? do you know how crazy this is for an infant?! we say we are an [x] person and that changes and so we say we are an [y] person, so who are we?? if we can change like that? being a human is confusing, seek the truth out and question all

just start to disidentify as the body-mind. when you disidentify as the body-mind you'll start to feel better as all the pressure you put on your character falls away. this will intice you to keep going as you feel freer!

have fun!! go and live life!! appriciate what you have now - this is all expressing the character, omnipr3sence, perfectly! you'll start to see "i barely thought abt x 2 days ago and now i see it here lol" "i was worrying about y and now i see it here too" "oh so this comes along with being the character too, maybe i should change that story"

you're in your own dream, see it as your dream and you'll start seeing the connections.

no need to convince the character, just move on. let yourself doubt this 'reality'

disclaimer: i'm still learning too! so please keep practising and have your own epiphanies!

reading

habit

no need to convince

behaviour

[freyyzu]

request of an mc flirting with Mammon. Figure they do it while he's upside down which gives him the excuse of oh I'm not blushing that's from being upside down. mc probably pretends to leave before mammon pulls a wait on them.

UPSIDE DOWN FLIRTING

Mammon has gotten himself in trouble again and you've decided to make the best out of his worst situation.

a/n; this is so mean just let the poor boy down askjdh

an alternative ending; here

RAD has been tiring today. Assignments have been piling up left and right, and whilst you may claim to be able to handle everything without a problem—that was quickly becoming a lie.

All you wanted to do when returning home today was relax in your room with some snacks for a good couple hours before finally tackling all your homework.

Instead, what you find as you're on your way to the kitchen is Mammon once again hanging upside down trying his best to break himself free.

You don't dare ask what it is he's done this time, you're sure it's nothing good, but he'll tell you anyways, don't worry.

So what if he tried to skip out on school today to make a little bit of extra grimm? He was one of the seven rulers of the Devildom! He doesn't have to follow any rules!

"You know, Mammon, I'm pretty sure being one of the seven rulers means you're the ones that have to follow the rules the most."

He huffs defiantly, turning his head away from you. Still, you're used to this.

"You know, maybe Lucifer should string you up more, you're cuter this way."

"Cu—?!" He nearly chokes on his spit, and given the fact that he's hanging by his feet you're sure if he wasn't carefully he actually would. "What part about this is cute t' ya?! I'm suffering here I tell you, sufferin'!"

You give him a sly smile, "you might be, but this is fun for me. I can do this," your fingers go to poke and stretch at his cheeks lightly, pulling up and down in all sorts of directions. "And this," you boop his nose. "And you can't do anything about it."

Your actions earn a very, very loud complaint from him and despite all his insisting that you stop, his reddened cheeks tell you otherwise.

"It's like all my stress is melting away," you chime. "Just look at how red you're getting! My own personal hand warmer."

Mammon shakes in his restraints, "argh! If you're not gonna help me down then shoo!"

You blink at him once, and then smile, letting go without a fight. "Alright."

You've barely taken a step backwards when he shouts at you again to hold up. "You're seriously gonna go? Just like that?"

"You told me to."

"W-well, yeah—" You were definitely having too much fun with this. Still, you're sure no one could blame you, it was just a little bit of fun! (Mammon disagrees). "Well before ya leave let me down!"

"I already told you, no can do. Lucifer would yell at me next if I did." He grumbles out incoherent murmurs, no doubt denying that Lucifer would ever yell at you of all people. "Buuut, maybe if you tell me how much you love me I'll pretend I 'didn't see you escape'?"

"You demon!"

"The best one yet!" You huff proudly, putting your hands on your hips. "So, what'll it be?"

You're just about wondering how red on the colorwheel his face can go before a soft mumble parts through his lips. "... 'ya."

"Hm...?" You lean in closer, noses almost touching. "I couldn't hear you."

His voice raises in volume for just a bit, "I said...!" Then once again reverts back to just barely a whisper. "I said, that I love you, alright?! Now let me down already I've had enough of this!"

"Hehe, now was that so hard?" He doesn't answer, but the glare he's giving you is a resounding 'Yes!'.

Within just a couple seconds you've managed to get him down from his restraints and he runs away without so much as a 'thank you' the moment his feet touch the ground. And then within the next hour you're standing in front of Lucifer's desk trying to talk your way out of a three hour scholding session.

[cherryc1nnam0n]

We just need to talk | Fem!Reader x Husband! Billy Hargrove | Good ending

Summary: You have been having thoughts of cheating on Billy to have a baby since he won't give you one, but all it takes it's talking about things to resolve a problem...

Cw: Smut, slight angst, Billy has trauma but he resolves it aka therapy, breeding kink, daddy kink, talks of pregnancy

Hello! This is the good ending for Creampie from another man, people asked for it so here it is! Hope you enjoy and let me know which one you prefer!

Creampie from another man | Bad ending

Y/n Hargrove has been your name since summer of 1988, when you married your highschool sweetheart Billy Hargrove, your life had been wonderful and full of surprises and adventures in his Camaro

You had always talked about wanting a baby, but Billy always avoided the topic somehow, and when it came to sex, he never came inside you

"Billy please just, let's talk about it, okay?" You begged him, but he was closed like a Pandora's box

Since he wouldn't reply to you, you got more angry and stood up abruptly

"Fine! If you won't give me a baby! Then I'll find someone that wants to breed me, a man that wants to fuck me and fill me up with cum! How about that?!"

With that you left the house, driving around town to calm down, when you finally came home Billy was nowhere to be found, your heart ached but you went to sleep

~•~

Weeks went by that you couldn't speak to Billy, and he was acting different, he left the house for long periods of time and didn't speak to you a word

You were starting to get tired of this, of the lack of communication..

You were standing outside your car, thinking about what to do or say when someone walked to you

"Hey Y/n!" It was Eddie, you knew him from highschool, one of the people Billy never picked on

"Oh hi Eddie" he smiled tenderly, you suspected he had a crush on you during highschool

"So uhm, you alright? You seem kinda off"

Damn he noticed "Yeah I'm okay, don't worry" you smiled as best as you can

"Oh, well if you ever need help with something, you can come to me" he shyly smiled at you "Well I gotta go, see you around Y/n!"

"Bye Eddie..." You said as he walked away, you sighed, Eddie was cute and he probably would give you a baby if you asked nicely, he would do anything if you asked him actually

But you wanted to fix things with Billy, damnit he's your husband you made vows for him

You had to talk with him...

Luckily you came in the right moment...

~•~

When you stepped into your house, a smell of homemade food hit your nose, fresh warm food that you recognized, it was your favorite dish!

Billy came out of the kitchen with a pink apron around him, he looked so domestic and so, husband

"Oh Y/n! You're here, surprise!" He spoke to you with a shy smile, he had been caught preparing you something

"Billy, what is all of this?" You looked to the living room and a banner said 'I'm sorry, I love you Y/n'

"I uhm, I wanted to apologize to you, for... Everything..." He took off the apron, his red open shirt stood out as he took it off, you loved that shirt "I didn't want to give you baby because, I'm scared, was scared, because, you know, dad never treated me like a son and mom..." You nodded understanding what he wanted to say "It still hurts, so I uhm, I want to therapy... That's why I left the house for some time and I didn't speak to you because I wasn't ready yet... Thank you for staying and... For loving me, I promise you I'm getting there and I understand that I don't have to be like my dad, that I can be so much better, but I also understood that I am better... With you" he kneeled down and pulled out a ring, a promise ring "I promise Y/n that I'll be the best husband and dad to our kids, will you forgive me?"

That's why it's all your mind said, you had to forgive him, he was changing! For you!

"Yes Billy yes! I forgive you one and a million times!" He stood up kissing you with so much love it made you sigh, he put the ring into your finger and smiled

"I made us dinner too... Your mom helped me" you kissed his face, you couldn't be happier "Now about that baby, I think I owe you something..." He started with a seductive tone "I'm gonna fill up that pussy with so much cum baby, it will be impossible it won't make us a baby"

You shivered, you had a long night ahead of you...

~•~

"Billy, Billy I'm gonna, cuuuuum" you moaned, your husband had been eating you out for an hour now, his tongue fucking into you and lips latching to your clit "Billy baby yes!" Your eyes rolled back as he made you cum again

"I think you're ready now baby" he was naked behind you, resisting the urge to just fuck you aggressively "Ready?"

"Yes" you said as you opened your legs for him, ready for the fuck of your life

His tip teased your clit and then your slit, he was doing it on purpose, so you moved down making his tip go into you

"Naughty baby" he chuckled "Let's do this"

He slammed into you as he usually did and set a brutal pace that made the bed creak loudly, your moans soon turned into gasps and screams for more since he was being relentless, he wanted to fuck you hard and he did

"Y/n, you feel so good babygirl, so good for me" he moaned, his balls slapping against your ass

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum!" You moaned, out of your mind already

"Yes baby cum for daddy, come on"

With another thrust you were cumming all over him, eyes rolling back, toes curling and finally feeling Billy's dick pulse inside you and fill you up with his cum you desired so much

"Fuck Billy, that was awesome" you said already spent

"Who said we were done?"

~•~

"Aaaaahhh, Billy" you moaned mindlessly as he moved your hips against his, using you as a fleshlight at this point, moving his hips and moving your ass back to him as he fucked into you from behind, he loved this position since he loved your ass so much

"You like this don't you baby? Like me using you like a fuck toy?" You whined "Of course you do"

That night Billy came inside you for all the times he never did, getting you pregnant for sure...

Nine months later, Maysie Hargrove was born...

See? All it took was talking and things can be solved...

<3

[kqzii]

Secret Roommate (Chapter 1)

Paring: TF Sukuna x Female reader

Summary: You're a retired jujutsu sorcerer, trying your best to live a normal life again until a frightening being pays you a visit...a 'visit' that turns into your daily life.

Warnings: Nsfw! Smut, Fingering, double penetration, mentions of death, blood, roughness, orgasms, unprotected sex, nipple play. MDNI

Word count:4k

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You first started working as a jujutsu sorcerer from the heavy inspiration your grandparents gave off to you. Naturally, life became more difficult with seeing death and countless horrific sites. Trying to go on and pursue your career as a sorcerer eventually became too overwhelming for you. Life at Jujutsu high did have its fair share of fun and memorable moments, but none of those seemed to be enough. You first started considering quitting many months before you actually did.

There was only one thing that kept your quitting on hold for so long. But that doesn't matter now, right? It was only foolish to think of. So, you took sides with a coworker you had met there, Nanami, and left. That was over a year ago now. But thankfully you still keep in touch with the friends you made there. Yuuji, Nobara, Gojo, and a few others. They're not people you would want to let go of and just abandon, they really meant something to you.

-

You were so preoccupied with your work to just now notice it's time to clock out when you saw everyone leaving the building. You felt so glad the day was finally over. You grabbed your keys and jacket and began to head outside. Then that's when you hear that same familiar cheerful voice coming from out the corner of the building. The usual spot he walks out from.

"Heyy, Y/n!"

You look over to your left with a smile on your face. His cheerfulness always seemed to be the light of your day.

"Hey Yuuji!"

The pink headed boy walked up to you with a toothy grin. "How was work?"

Awful. You thought. You considered telling him about your day but quickly shoved those thoughts out. You would never want to make him worry about your problems. "Just the usual." you responded.

"Soooo? How about sushi for tonight? Only Kugisaki and Megumi is gonna come with though." His smile faded. "Maki got injured during a fight. Don't worry it's not serious...but she's not exactly in perfect condition. She should recover in about a week though."

Your soft smile turned into a slight frown. "Oh...well at least it's not that serious like you said."

That's when you were reminded of the very day that made you quit being a jujutsu sorcerer. People you care about being hurt. Though Luckily this time it wasn't death.

"I'm sorry Yuu but I just don't feel like it tonight. I'm pretty tired." You felt bad for backing out when Maki wasn't coming either, but today just made you want to go straight to your bed and forget.

An exaggerated frown stretched his face. "Awwww what? I drove here and everything!"

You gave him a reassuring smile. "I'll come tomorrow though, I promise."

He looked back you with an annoyed expression. "Fine I guess I'll just deal with drunk Nobara on my own then."

"I thought you said Megumi was coming though?"

He crossed his arms. "You know he doesn't deal with drunk people very well."

"Oh right. Sorry Yuuji." You shrugged.

He groaned.

But he let it go and gave a soft smile and began to turn his body away. I'll get going then. But you better not break that promise!"

"Goodnight y/n!"

You chuckled. "I won't! Goodnight."

-

It was 10:30 pm and you had just got into your apartment building, slowly walking through the hall till you reached your door, so eager to get the warm and soft comforting feeling of your bed. You're exhausted, tossing your keys over to the kitchen counter, and yawning non-stop. Today had been so draining. Your boss yelled at you for such minor mistakes and threatened to fire you if he doesn't see improvement. You already work so hard at your job and just to hear that bullshit made you want to go off at him finally giving him a piece of your mind, but of course for your financial sake, you didn't.

All you can think about is how shitty your work life is. It bothers you that you can't even come home without something from work pissing you off. But you try to calm down and get ready for bed anyways. You walk into your room and change into a simple tank top and shorts. Just as you finish throwing it on yourself, you hear an alarmingly loud door slam open, making you gasp loudly. You cover your mouth in shock whilst trying to figure out what it was. But then you realized…you recognized the sound.

The balcony.

You try to think logically as to what could have possibly caused it. Was it the wind? Some kind of animal? Frantically looking around your room to try to find anything that could be used as a weapon, all you found was just some small flashlight on the nightstand. Seeing as it was your only option, you quickly snatched it and started walking towards your door. Surely it can't be a person, right? If it was some robber you would've at least heard them go through the front door first. Maybe it really was just the wind, nothing else would make sense, right?

All these thoughts were running through your head, trying to calm you down, but failed miserably and only made you even more anxious. With a few more moments of debating on what to do, you eventually reason with yourself, telling yourself it couldn't be anything more than some stupid misunderstanding.

Foolishly, you begin to open your door and slowly walk down the narrow hallway, trying to keep the flashlight from falling out of your profusely shaky hands. Finally making it to the end of the hall.

"H-hello?"

You felt an immense wave of relief from hearing no response, but that quickly got shot down when whip your head around to see the balcony door slid wide open. The lock had been completely broken off and was lying on the floor. You could feel light gusts of wind drifting upon your pale, trembling figure. Only mere seconds had passed until you felt something sharp slowly scraping your exposed shoulder. You stood frozen as you began to realize the fact that there was a hand placed on you.

Large,

thick,

and with sharp black nails.

"Looking for me?" A deep, gruff intimidating voice asked.

You slowly turned your head upwards to see a huge, frightening, muscular man-wait, man? This was no regular man-or human for that matter. He had four eyes as well as four arms that each had black markings, markings that were on his chest, torso, and face. As your finally eyes met his vicious crimson ones, he grinned at you as he watched your little horrified face. Is this real? Is he really behind you right now?

You couldn't just keep standing here forever. You need to fight back. You need to do something. You finally snap out of your frightened gaze and quickly struggle out of his hold and-without any thought- try to strike him with your flashlight. It was a pathetic attempt and you knew it, but it was the only thing you could think of. You think it might be a success until he catches it before it can hit him. He squints his eyes in annoyance. The light was hitting directly on them.

"Ugh! How irritating." He snarls, before pressing his thumb on the flashlight's lens and breaking through it. He continues digging into the glass until it shut off like it was nothing. Then, everything turned dark. The glass of the lens shatters to pieces and starts to crumble onto the floor. He destroyed it in only a matter of seconds.

You started to panic when you realized you couldn't see him anymore. It was pitch black. You immediately started to move backwards, trying to get as further away from the monster as much as you can. You were shaking so much more than you already were. The beating of your heart felt so loud, like he could even hear it.

When your back hit the wall, you just stood there. You felt so defenseless. Like this was it.

But you just stood there.

And stood there.

Nothing was happening. What is happening? Then that's when you heard a loud, deep sigh. All of the sudden, the kitchen light turned on.

And that's when you saw him. The light had revealed a huge frightening cursed spirit, standing at his staggering height.

Ryomen Sukuna.

"Relax. Let's just chat for a bit."

You didn't know what to say. You scanned your eyes on him. He was holding his spear in his upper right hand. There was red stained on the tip. Blood. He looked almost angry as if he just came here to calm down. But why was there blood on his spear?-Or a better question; Who's is it?

You had remembered him back at jujutsu high. Sukuna had been accepted and trusted to help sorcerers with important missions. In the beginning, there were suspicions and accusations. Of course, Gojo still had his eye on him, but Sukuna's help was much too impactful to ignore. He even saved Yuuji at some point. Even that was enough to gain your trust. Not many people including you had got any actual details as to why they let him stay there, but there were rumors of a pact. A deal. He did his part and helped kill other curses. Though you remember what he was like. An asshole that would always tease you or make fun of how you fought other cursed spirits. He always helped weaker sorcerers with missions. The higher-ups even gave him his own room.

So why? Why is he here right now? Why the hell is he in your apartment with a bloody spear in his hand? You haven't seen him in so long you thought he would be out of your life now.

"What the fuck are you doing here!?" You yelled.

He raised an eyebrow, he was confused as to why you sounded like you knew him. He focused his eyes on you. Then a look of a mix of shock and amusement struck his face.

"Y/n?"

He paused for a moment. "Ahh I knew that voice sounded familiar." he chuckled. "What a small world ey?"

You stood quiet.

"And here I thought I'd never see you again. Well, this should be easy to explain now. I'm sure you'll understand." He said while spreading a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Just...why are you here? What do you want?" This whole situation caught you so off guard you didn't know what to think. Shouldn't he be at jujutsu tech?

"And...is that blood?" You hesitantly asked.

He peered over at the tip of the spear before glaring back at you. "Oh, that's right. I just got into a little... disagreement with someone. No need to worry your pretty little head over it."

"Did you kill them?" You asked, anxious to hear his response, praying that it wasn't true.

"Relax, they aren't people you care about." Soon after he said that he started slowly walking towards you. Your heart began racing, you started backing up.

"They!?" You yelled with all the little braveness you had left in you.

He was getting closer.

"What the hells has gotten into you? Why are you here? Who did you kill!? Wh-" Your bundle of panically thrown-out questions came to a stop there was a sudden clank sound. He lightly tossed his spear against one of the kitchen counters.

"I need to stay here." He said as he glared down at your small figure.

"W-what?" You choked out. His abrupt claim caught you off guard. His voice sounded more quiet and soft. You were too caught up in panicking to even notice he was even closer to you than before.

"I was banned from jujutsu tech. Only because of a small 'incident'. Bastards didn't have any regard for all the help I've done." Banned? You thought. Incident? Just what the hell happened? Why are you just finding out now?-"Said if they see me killing anyone again they'd hunt me down and try to execute me. I'm sick of them. All their shitty morals." He began to run his large hand in between his pink hair. As if his head was hurting just thinking about it.

"I was simply looking for somewhere to stay the night." He continued. "Was just gonna get rid of the owner if they were gonna be a pain in the ass."

A menacing grin plastered his face. "But I see the situation has changed. I won't have to do that now. Surely no doll like you would ever be worth just getting rid of."

"What!?- No! You can't stay here-" You started protesting until you were suddenly cut off when he took a step forward, menacingly.

"I wasn't exactly planning on asking them for permission." He was even closer to you now. His tall, broad muscular body was completely towering over you. You could almost feel the heat of his intense stare on you. Even though part of you felt still felt utterly terrified, the other part felt glad that this was the only thing he wanted. But the problem still stands, you were loyal to the laws of jujutsu. You still respected it.

You kept your head down, too scared to look him in. The eye.

"I can't." You uncontrollably muttered.

"What's that?" "I can't!" You finally gained the courage to look up at his face. Your eyes finally met his. "Under jujutsu regulations, this is forbidden! I'm not just gonna let you stay here just so you ca-"

You were about to push him away until you were cut off when his lips suddenly crashed into yours. He roughly placed one of his large hands on your cheek, while slowly rubbing your jawline with his thumb. His other hand roughly grabbed your wrist and held it. He kept going forward, forcing you to walk backwards until your back hit the wall. His tongue was fervently moving deeper and deeper into your mouth. It was warm. The grip he had on you had completely riveted you.

You let out whimpers, moans, all too engrossed in the kiss to do anything but whine. His lips finally parted after what seemed like forever. His deep voice fell quieter. "I knew you always wanted this." There was a slick string of saliva parting from your mouth to his. "Maybe this oughta change your mind, yeah?" You gasped when you felt your shorts being quickly torn apart. You could see shreds of it falling onto the floor. Your face began to feel as if it was on fire as you squirmed at the sudden roughness prodding at your clothed cunt. Your panties being the only thing left. He moved your panties aside and was feeling every part of you. He spread your folds and rubbed your clit. You flinched when you felt him push his finger in. He started to curl his finger, causing an involuntary moan to come out of you. You were about to say something when he yet again pressed his surprisingly soft lips against yours. As if he did it to shut you up.

You were too enraptured by the stimulation and the kiss to even realize your feet are now off the ground. Your legs are being held around his waist by his lower arms. Everything was happening so fast. So impatiently. Your vision felt foggy. You could only see glimpses of his spear, then the hallway, and now your bedroom walls. The only source of light was the kitchen light barely shining through the hallway to your room. You hitched your breath when you were roughly thrown onto your own bed. He paused to fully capture your lying figure. His dark red vermillion eyes were staring down at you so intently.

You thought back to when he said he knew you wanted this. Was it really true? You've never felt so aroused like this in your life. You knew deep down you weren't going to argue, or resist. Why? Why is this happening? Why aren't you saying something? Why are you...allowing it?

You just watched as he took his-what seemed to be some kind of robe- off and let it fall to the ground. Your eyes trailed his body, then down. You could feel every muscle in your body tighten as you lay your eyes on two massive dicks. Two. Two!? Sukuna watched your terrified expression with amusement. He knew that face was coming.

You couldn't help but squirm at his intimidating sensation. Both of his red tips were leaking with precum and were slowly rubbing against your leaking cunt. He gripped his large hands on your waist and began to tear your panties. You whined when his tips were now really touching you. Feeling your folds, your clit, all of you.

"W-wait...I can't! Th-they won't fit!" Your voice was embarrassingly shaky. You couldn't help it. No matter how hard you tried.

"No need to worry doll. You have two holes for a reason don't you?" He coaxed with a grin.

Your eyes widened. You had never thought of having any kind of anal sex before. Just thinking about you being stuffed in both holes was extremely overwhelming. But he didn't care. His crimson eyes observed your emotions. He saw that look of fear in your eyes but showed no signs of any prudentness. Both of his red tips were now prodding both holes. He imagined the sounds that he was about to make come out of your pretty mouth. Your face when your so fucked dumb you won't even be able to speak. Your pussy filled with his cum. All your reactions up until now have done nothing but fuel him.

Suddenly, he roughly pinned you down by your wrists. The violent grip of his large hands could make you feel the blood rushing to your hand. Another arm took a hold of your hip, steadying your position.

You didn't even get the chance to think when he thrusted both of his cocks into you. Your mind went completely blank. You were being split in two in a matter of seconds. You could only let out a loud moan in a mix of slight pleasure and pain. He drove both of his cocks so deep you could almost see the fucking bulge in your stomach. You could feel every vein grazing your velvety walls. He slowly withdrew his hips, letting you know what you're gonna have to adjust to. He was teasing you with his tips rubbing against your cunt and ass for a moment. Just for him to ram back into you, causing you to jolt at the violent intrusion. His thrusts are so harsh, so unforgiving. Your eyes instantly closed shut, and your mouth hung wide when his dick shoved against your g-spot. His dick twitched inside you from hearing the screams of your voice.

And here you are, being fucked by the King of Curses in your own bed. The very bed you had yearned for and thought you were going to get peaceful sleep in. But now this is replacing that. There's no peace. And there's sure as hell no rest. He began to trail one of his tatted hands up from your chest to your neck. You felt a sudden wetness slathering you. A tongue. He formed a mouth on his hand and was sucking on your neck. You winced when he started to slowly dig the teeth into your sensitive flesh. Leaving his dominant marks. After finishing with your neck, he trailed your body. Your breasts, stomach, waist, and thighs. Leaving light bruises, marking your body as his.

You dug your nails into your palm as his tips were hitting so deep into you. His cock was smushing your g-spot over and over again. He loved how tight you felt. He loved the squeeze on his cocks as your juices coats them.

You reached your arms out and gripped onto his thick forearms for dear life. The little pain you felt from his teeth was nothing compared to your ass. Your rectum felt like it was on fire. The pain wasn't anything like you had imagined it would be like. He knew.

Sukuna leaned down to your face and reached out his arm to your ear. He began gently putting your hair behind your ear before bringing his lips to it. "The pain won't last too long darling, I promise." You could feel the warm abrade of his breath tingle throughout your ear. You clench at his words, earning a deep grunt from him.

"Fuck, you're so damn tight. I'll just loosen you up for you then."

His thrusts were filled with pure belligerence. His rapid pace knocked every breath you had left in you. You gasped when you could feel your nipples harden from being exposed. You were too deep in arousal to notice he carelessly ripped your top off. You feel such sharp jolts shooting through your body. The feeling of pain mixed with pleasure made your head go numb. He grunted at the feeling of both your pussy and ass deliciously squeezing around him. Both girths filled you so well.

Your sense of reality felt destroyed. There was only one thing on your mind. Sukuna. Sukuna Sukuna Sukuna. Then you finally said it.

"Mmm...p-please, don't stop!"

After the pain began to fade, you realized something. You felt so satisfied. Not just physically wise, but mentally. Like this is what was missing. This is why you almost stayed at jujutsu tech. This is why you could never stop thinking about him. This is why you always had that undying regret of leaving.

His face paused for a moment. Then came out a deep chuckle. "I won't."

He finally freed your wrist from his cruel grasp and caressed your breast. Squeezing your soft flesh so hard yet gentle. His finger found itself on your sensitive bud. Rubbing and kneading it, adding even more stimulation to your body. He twisted your nipple, causing you to let out whines. He again formed a mouth on his palm and sucked your breast. The moist tongue licked and wet your chest.

He was right. You did always want this. You have always wanted him.

He continued with his relentless pace except this time there were no screams from you or any excruciating pain. It was sheer pleasure and you loved it. You loved his cocks filling you so full you can't even remember your own name. Your juices were leaking out of you and completely soaking him. Every stretch sent a shot of pleasure through your body. "You take me so well don't you? Gonna make you mine." You didn't know what he meant by that, you could just barely comprehend his sentence. Your only response was more moans and whimpers.

This went on for what felt like hours. You were being so fucked dumb you had lost track of time.

His pants grew louder, and so did yours. He let out a loud, deep groan. Your lecherous scream filled the room as he filled you with his warm cum. "Fuuuck~" His sonorous voice came out in a breathless tone. He stuffed you so full it was leaking out of you. Your limp body was left panting. Your chest rises up and down non-stop.

He leaned his weight against you, bringing his mouth to your ear and started nipping your earlobe. Slowly sliding his milked cocks in and out of you.

"You don't mind me staying now, do you?"

[ewingstan]

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 9-11 for whatever Worm characters come to mind! (Or Sophia/Calvert/Taylor/Krouse if you have any thoughts!)

Fuck it. All of em for all of em.

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

Sophia: I'll be real I don't feel super strongly about her. She's written to be hateable in an effective way, but she's less of a full character than Emma despite being in much more of the story. And her shit kinda gets bogged down by racist writing (a lot of the worst of it happening right before Aisha's introduction, which is also pretty racist). She's involved in a lot of cool and interesting moments but they're rarely interesting because of her.

Coil: Works really well as the first overarching villain in Taylor's story. He's able to sell the "I'm a bad guy but in an excusable way that's not really too bad" well enough, but also has a lot of obvious red flags even before the Dinah reveal. So you can understand perfectly well why Taylor, a kid who really wanted to continue hanging out with the undersiders and do things that made her feel like she had any control, would go along with him. But you can also take a step back and say Jesus, only a kid who really wanted to continue hanging out with the undersiders and do things that made her feel like she had any control would go along with him.

Taylor: Wildbow has a reoccurring tendency to focus on characters who are both incredibly smart and can get an incredible amount of info quickly, but only in specific limited ways. Its true of Taylor, Lisa, Sylvester, Kenzie, Mia—a lot of my favorites. But the interesting thing is that they're never smart in the same ways, never collect the same sort of info. Lisa has general super-induction but no great skill at making plans. Sylvester can read and manipulate people to a superhuman level but is constantly getting blinded by his own resentments and desires. Taylor's hyper-vigilance gave her the ability to see and react to everything external around her, but no means or real incentive to know whats going on internally with people around her. And it makes sense! She's incredibly afraid of letting people in who'll end up hurting her; people who've genuinely been kind to her in the past have used their previous closeness to hurt her later! Knowing that someone doesn't mean her harm now isn't gonna reassure her, so its safer to assume everyone's a threat and not worry too much about what they're actually thinking.

And then there's Rachel, who she not only connects with emotionally, but is the only person who's able to make an emotional connection with her! And since you understand why its not the norm, its all the more incredible to see!

Krouse: oh I'm glad you asked

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

Sophia: I like that she and Lung both get wrapped back up in the end for Skitter's Gold Morning missions. I wish she got to do more in those, but I do like it as a story beat.

Coil: How high he got and how far he fell.

Taylor: Man the escape from Coil's trap is a fucking great chapter. She's a one-woman horror movie. Single-handedly sells her as a villain who'd get national attention, and its not even a moment the public knows about. And its in such a great place in the story too, where all the tricks she's using have been established so its not feeling like a weird escalation in her abilities, but she hasn't all employed them at once or to such incredible effect yet. It’s the real culmination of her taking “lessons” from Bakuda about being scary.

Krouse: One of the moments that really sold me on him was when he was getting attacked by Case 53s, and immediately started thinking about how he could take them down, before he interrupts his own thoughts to go "wait, what am I doing, I should just run away." It just sells so much of his whole deal. He's a great on-his-feat thinker, he can be an incredible strategist when he's on his own, but he also doesn't share Taylor's suicidal urge to face any problem head-on. Its kind of the inverse of one of Taylor's early establishing moments: after getting attacked by Rachel, she reaches for a reason to calm down, realizes she doesn't have one, and immediately retaliates hard enough to get blood on her boots. God they're such good foils, its weird that the extent of their relationship is mutually disliking each other. Not even intense dislike in either case.

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

Sophia: That the black member of the trio is the one that consistently gets physically violent, is characterized as the athletic one compared to the others in general (instead of "the cute one" or "the prep" she's "the track star"), gets described as being savage multiple times, doesn't have much of a character outside of sucking despite being in a work that's otherwise really good at giving internality to people who act shitty, all that jazz.

Coil: How little sense we got of what Calvert's dominion would really look like. That we didn't get much of his takeover without other disasters interfering actually works—it fits the themes of constant conflict interfering with stability and safety. But I still want more of a sense of what Calvert wanted.

Taylor: I didn't care about her reunification with her mom. I say a lot that the ending of Worm is one of the best endings of any story I've read, and that's true of Gold Morning as a whole, but I don't actually care much about the last epilogue. The Brian reveal certainly doesn't help there.

Krouse: Do you know how much it sucks that when people ask me who my favorite worm character is, the tumblr sexyman is in contention?

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Sophia: any story that takes her basic parts, gets rid of the obviously shitty stuff, and develops her into a real character.

Coil: Disney Channel sitcom

Taylor: Well I already tried expy-ing Khepri into my tabletop campaign, and that got mixed results, so I'll take TTRPGs off the list. I'd be interested in her getting put in a medium where you'd have to be creative with how to represent the bug cloud, like live theater.

Krouse: I was gonna say Mob Psycho but then I remembered that they already had a guy who teleported around being a jackass. But I would like too see a well-animated version of his fighting style.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Sophia: I'll Make You Sorry by Screaming Females

Coil: For some reason I get an Everything Everything vibe from him? Maybe Photoshop Handsome or Breadwinner.

Taylor: I don't actually read her as trans but Dysphoria Hoodie is what immediately came to mind. I'm at least theoretically still making a Cicada Days animatic about her. I think portions of BCNR's Sunglasses fits with whats going on internally with her in the Mannequin fight

Krouse: Want to make a Prowl Great Cain AMV for him one day. Lyrics fit perfectly, and the way its sung gets the same otherwise inexpressable intensity of how I feel about him. Darnielle said “This is a song about betrayal. A lot of songs about betrayal are about betrayal and redemption. Not this one.” And yeah, that's Krouse!

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

Sophia: Oh, no

Coil: It would prolly be fine except for how he'd torture a branch of my psychological continuity and then effectively kill it by destroying that reality whenever I leave the dishes out too long. Don't correct me on how his powers work

Taylor: Uhhh probably not. Even if I wasn't much older, I don't really talk to my roommates unless they're the talkative sort. She's been stuck living with clamshells before, it wasn't good for her.

Krouse: I'd have to kill him

10 and 11: alright these are "could you be best friends with" and "would you date" and in both cases the fact that I'm 23 means no. I don't have Blake's ability to form rich friendships with people much younger than me. And I'm not interested in Calvert as a friend or a lover.

[plus-i-miss-you]

hi!!! could i request mikoto or/and kotoko with a socially awkward prisoner reader? have a great day ^^!

▷ listening to:

"it's okay, i'll sit next to you even in silence" (gn!reader)

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♪ note: hello hello! sorry this took so long, but i hope you still enjoy reading it <3

♪ summary: it doesn't matter if social interactions are a bit hard for you, because your intimidating wolf girlfriend and/or your boyfriend that looks like he was made at a regular guy factory would still love you the same.

♪ warnings: none! also you can interpret these hcs as being in a relationship with both of them or separately. also kotoko might be a bit ooc.

mikoto kayano.

♪ oh.. you're a quiet one, aren't you? well, that's okay! he doesn't mind, really, he finds it kinda cute- ah, that probably sounded rude, haha.. it can be a little hard for mikoto to understand what you want to say sometimes, but he really will try his best to understand it. you can write him a note or point at an object and he will go ":O!! okay i get it now :D" he will also try not to be too overwhelming for you, so if you feel like your social battery is running out, you can always tell him to stop, he won't be mad at you or anything! he just wants you to feel comfortable.

♪ mikoto can notice when you're feeling like you don't want to participate in a conversation or finding it hard to find the right words to say, so if you don't mind, he will say the things you want to say for you! or even if you don't want to actually talk to anyone, but it's obvious that you have something to say, he will help you with anything you might struggle with. for example, maybe you don't like your food, but you're too scared to say anything about it, he will notice it and ask if you want to have some of his instead. it might take him a while to notice that something is wrong, but he really is trying his best and you appreciate it a lot.

♪ when mikoto is feeling tired, he actually finds your presence very comforting. it's like.. he doesn't have to act like everything is okay, maybe? also he really does find your awkwardness cute! it's okay, you don't have to say anything! he's just happy to be here with you. when you two hang out, it's either mikoto doing most of the talking or you two just chilling and doing your own thing, but still enjoying each other's company. maybe it's mikoto explaining you something and you just nodding, or him drawing something while you do something else, but still softly poke his shoulder, basically asking if it's okay to take a look.

♪ mikoto understands that being socially awkward can be very hard and you may feel lonely or isolated from others in some way. it's okay, he has moments like that too sometimes. he doesn't know what it was like for you before milgram and he's actually a little worried about you, but he hopes that you can at least feel more comfortable here and it's not too hard for you to talk to other prisoners. and if you're having any trouble, you can always ask him for help!

kotoko yuzuriha.

♪ oh, so.. social interactions are hard for you? okay. no, seriously, she's fine with it. you thought she would leave you or something like that? nope, as you try to explain to kotoko that you have some problem with socializing, she just nods and keeps her usual face expression but on the inside? she's going "GOD I WANT TO PROTECT THEM FROM EVERYTHING SO BAD". there must be some kind of reason why socializing is hard for you, right? it's okay, she won't ask unless you want to talk about it. but if anyone in this prison decides to even lightly tease you about this, it's on sight.

♪ kotoko is not really a "loud" person herself and she's not that extroverted, so you feel surprisingly comfortable around her. it's just.. because of her face expression and tone of voice, you can't help but feel like you've done something wrong most of the time. so when she notices that you're acting kinda weird and asks you what happened and you scream because of how scared you are and start apologizing.. okay, you really are hiding something from her, aren't you. 

♪ when you finally tell her the truth and say that you just find her a little bit.. intimidating, she just goes "... oh" and sighs. okay, yeah, she can't deny that she probably has a vibe like that. she actually apologizes for scaring you and says that she can't really control it, but at least this way she can scare off anyone who tries to hurt you. she looks at you and sees a cute little bunny shaking and crying and in need of someone protecting them from this cruel world. all of this in a good way.

♪ you two literally have the "they asked for no pickles" dynamic. if you're having problems with anything, kotoko is already here. you don't know why she's here. you don't know how and when she got here. she's just here, standing right behind your back and asking what's wrong. actually, you don't have to answer, she already knows. who does she have to kill- beat up. she meant beating someone up. what do you mean it's not better. okay, she'll just kill them then. no? okay. okay sorry. she just loves you a lot. please let her protect you.

[hearts4golbach]

The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Chapter 26.

johnnie ❤️: i'll be home in 15

johnnie ❤️: get dressed, we're going out :))

me: what?? uhm okay what should i wear

johnnie ❤️: it's nothing big, just dress casual cutie

me: okayy, i'll see you when you get here x

i scrambled out of bed and started rummaging through my closet. i grabbed my cutest pair of jeans and johnnies favorite shirt of mine, as he told me. i threw on my converse and ran to the bathroom to do quick hair and makeup. as i began brushing though my hair, i dialed tara's number.

it rang three times before her cheerful voice greeted me. "hey, y/n! what's up?"

"johnnie texted me and was like "get dressed, we're going out' and now i'm nervous. what if he takes me to a field and murders me or something?" i joked as i searched through my messy makeup bag.

i could in-vision the eye roll before she responded. "oh, whatever. it's a surprise date! that's so cute, honestly. never thought johnnie would be smart enough to come up with that."

i rolled my eyes, as well. "i suppose. i wonder where we're going. "i pondered aloud. "i'm so nervous." i added with a giggle.

"don't be nervous! it's just johnnie, he's your boyfriend." she emphasized.

"i'll try." i heard the front door open as i finished applying my mascara. "johnnie just got back, i gotta go! i'll keep you updated. wish me luck."

"good luck, even though you don't need it. bye!" she made a smooch noise before hanging up.

i walked out and met johnnie by the front door. he wrapped his arms around me gently and pulled me in for a hug. without letting go, he pulled back and placed a kiss on my lips. "ready to go?"

i nodded quickly. "let's go." his fingers intertwined with mine and we walked out the door. "so, where are we going?"

"it's a surprise." he whined, gripping my hand tighter.

"okay, fine." i caved. butterflies were building up in my stomach. i thought about all of the possible things we could be going to do as i stared out the car window.

we pulled up to a movie theater. the setting looked like something you'd see on pinterest. the sunset acted as a hall to the archaic looking theater. i quickly snapped a photo. i tagged johnnie and posted it to my instagram story.

a bright smile was plastered on johnnies face. "let's go."

i followed him inside as he revealed we were going to see the new ghost busters movie. johnnie has sort of revealed his true nerdy side, nearly fangirling and explaining how excited he was to see the movie with me. i was a huge fan of ghostbusters too, so we were in the same boat.

we bought a large bucket of popcorn, a fountain drink to share, and a few boxes of candy. johnnie and i were giddy, rambling to eachother how we grew up loving ghostbusters and how we hoped the movie wouldn't disappoint.

we had the best seats in the theater with a perfect view of the screen, not too close but not too far from the screen, either. we got situated and draped the blanket johnnie had brought over us. johnnies hand slithered under the blanket and rested on my thigh, making my stomach flip and heat grow between my legs. i wiggled under his touch, earning a smirk from him.

it was hard to keep my attention on the movie. as much as i wanted to focus and enjoy the movie, my mind kept wandering. if his hands kept going farther up.. he knew what i wanted. i wondered if he wanted the same thing. all i wanted in that moment was him and to see everything he was actually capable of. although, i wasn't sure if he knew i was a virgin. i began to worry, getting more anxious by the second. what if he had a problem with me being a virgin, and even then, if i told him, what if that wasn't his intent?

johnnie leaned over and whispered in my ear, "you okay?"

i gave him a weak smile, "yeah."

he turned his whole attention to me, "what's the matter, baby?"

i hesitated, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere between us. "johnnie, i'm a virgin. you know that, right?"

he furrowed his eyebrows. "yeah? what about it? if you're not comfortable i-"

"no, i am. i just wasn't sure if that was a problem or anything." i sighed quietly. "i want it to be you, johnnie."

his eyes sparkled, "really? are you sure you're ready."

i nodded slowly. "yeah,"

he kissed my cheek, "okay."

as i began to calm down, i was able to actually watch the movie. my stomach was bubbling with excitement and anxiety. i thought about what would go down whenever we got home, and i hoped jake wasn't home.

johnnie gripped my hand tightly, leading me up to the front door. he kept whispering sweet compliments and comforting words in my ear. he quietly opening the door, calling out to see if jake was home. we ended up getting no response, so he was either asleep or out.

as soon as the door was. shut and locked, johnnies hands were on me. he gripped my waist and gently pushed me against the door, kissing me softly. i kissed him back harder, wanting to deepen the kiss. he took my signal, his tongue poking my bottom lip, asking for entrance. i parted my lips slightly and our tongues danced with one another's.

johnnies hands snaked up my shirt. he pulled away, trying to catch his breath. "is this okay?"

i nodded eagerly, and in response he slipped my shirt over my head. his eyes trailed down my body, admiring every inch of my exposed skin. my lipped twitched and turned into a small smile as his eyes lit up with admiration along with lust. in a split second, his hands were back on my and trailing up my back. he gently kissed my neck, making sure not to miss any area.

as he began to unclip my bra, he whispered in my ear, "can i mark you?"

"yes," i sighed, "please." he smirked onto my skin as he began to suck a dark hickey onto the side of my neck. i let out a small moan, the stimulation a unique feeling. i tangled my hands in his hair, the other one tugging as the rim of johnnies band tee shirt. "c'mon, babe. take it off."

he did as i asked, only pulling away for a second to do so. i admired him in return, tracing the lines of his tattoos as i whispered sweet praises. he shivered under my touch, my still cold fingers sending shivers down his spine. his hands were cold as well, making my nipples harden as he began to palm my breasts. he lead me over to the bed, pecking my lips on the way.

my back landed on my bed and johnnie got to work taking off my jeans, constantly asking if i was okay with everything was doing. he gripped my thighs after tugging my jeans off all the way. "are you ready, pretty girl?" i nodded hesitantly, too stunned nd i'm awe of him and his body to speak. "i need a verbal yes."

"yes, please. i'm ready." i choked out. i reached down to unbuckle his black skinny jeans, revealing his hard cock that was covered by his tight boxers. he pulled down his boxers as i slid my panties off and tossed them to wherever the rest of our clothes were.

he caressed my hip as he ran his tip through my folds. he used my slick as lube, stroking his dick softly and letting out small moans. "just follow my lead," johnnie added finally before sliding his cock inside of me. i tensed up, the feeling so foreign my body wasn't sure how to react. "relax, baby, it'll hurt if you're tense."

he paused, letting me adjust to his size. i felt my body begin to relax as he massaged my thigh, whispering soothing words in my ear. "mkay' i'm ready."

he nodded before beginning to slowly thrust inside of me, sending shots of pain mixed with pleasure through my body. my hand flew over my mouth as low moans came out of my mouth. "are you okay?" i nodded in response, encouraging him to keep going. "you feel so good. does this feel good?"

he began to thrust faster, hitting a different angle inside of me. he let out quiet whimpers and moans. "oh my- yes, baby." i moaned, feeling his stretch me.

"that's it, just like that," he praised, "you're doing so good."

"oh, fuck." i moaned out as both of us got progressively more comfortable. he quickened his pace, the pain has begun to wither away to pure pleasure. it felt as if i couldn't get enough of him. he moved his hand to my clit, rubbing it gently. my back arched at the new sensation. "that feels so fu- it feels so good."

"good, you're doing great." he choked out, keeping his pace up. i ran my hand down his chest while the other gripped his arm.

the room filled with moans and the sound of skin slapping together. i felt the knot in my stomach begin to tighten. "johnnie, i think i'm gonna cum."

"me too, let go whenever," he sped up, thrusting deeper inside of me which sent me over the edge. strings of curses and moans flew out of my mouth as i felt my orgasm approaching.

my orgasm hit me like a truck, washing all over my body. i went limp, cherishing the feeling as johnnie pulled out and finished on my stomach before collapsing onto the bed next to me. we were in a pool of sweat and each other's... juices.. as we tried to catch our breath.

johnnie sat up only moments later. "let's go take a shower, yeah?"

[infoglitch]

Moment of bliss

(so as much I'd like to make a whiteknight series I ain't the greatest when it comes to ideas, maybe I am just a Lancaster shipper at heart plus I'm batshit terrified of messing up characterization)

Regardless, enjoy rat bastards.

WARNING: mentions and showing of alcohol. If you got a problem with that skip this.

Also I am VERY bad at writing .

Jaune felt a lump in his throat as he was mentally shitting himself silly as he stood infront of a large apartment, the temporary home of one icy heiress or as she was actually named. Weiss schnee.

Jaune tried to calm himself down as he was thinking to himself.

Jaune: come on jaune, you were in a war with a immortal being surely a little date shouldn't be freaking you out.

Jaune: oh but what if I mess up and shes still holding a grudge against me for everything I did in beacon? Oh gods what if there's karaoke and she thinks I picked it because I wanted to sing-

"ENOUGH". That word rang through head as he took a deep breath and exhaled.

Jaune: get ahold of yourself. You got this. Just knock and ask her out. It's not like she's gonna freeze you as soon you ask. Hopefully not... Maybe..

Jaune raised his hand and was about to knock on the door before the door opened as one ice queen was standing in front of him as she frowned as she was on the scroll with someone.

Weiss: i keep telling you, I don't care if this could help with raising the SDC up, im not going to take that deal. Now please stop calling me.

Weiss hung up as she seemed pissed before finally noticing jaune.

Weiss: oh. Uh hello jaune, I was just coming out to get some air, what did you need?

Jaune just looked at her as he seemed a tad worried.

Jaune: business troubles?

Weiss just sighed before nodding as she put her scroll away.

Weiss: one of my father's old business partners are trying to stay a part of the board of executives and tried to suggest we partner with some rival company, galaw dust manufacturing I think was its name. Regardless, once again, what do you need?

Jaune: oh well I wanted to know if you wanted to hangout with me and ruby at the hall of huntsmen.

Jaune: liar. Just say the damn truth, don't wrap more of your friends up in the potential humiliation

Weiss looked at him before sighing. She looked away before shaking her head and redirecting her gaze.

Weiss: apologies jaune but I'll have to decline. I think I've had my fair share of ruby fangirling over the huntsmen and huntresses of old.

Jaune: oh. Ok well I'll see you around then.

Jaune turned and began walking away before Weiss spoke

Weiss: very well, and jaune. Your terrible at lying.

Jaune stopped in his tracks as his face went pale before looking at a smug Weiss.

Weiss: I've been around fake faces throughout my childhood, I can tell when someone lies to me. I have some coffee brewing if your interested.

Jaunes brain was still processing the fact that Weiss called out him on his very bad lie. Until the rest of what she said hit him as his face was redder than Ruby's cloak with a stupid smile plastered his face.

Jaune: welp. Might not got a date but we still get to hang out with her.

We cut to a cup of coffee with the schnee family crest on it, with jaune looking in aw.

Jaune: how did a coffee brewer make this? I'm used to the basic settings for designs.

Weiss: it didn't, I did. Besides it's a simple design.

Jaune: wait, when did you learn to make coffee?

Weiss: turns out, Blake is an incredible barista, though considering how long she reads her... Filth I'm not surprised she makes coffee.

Jaune: oh. That's neat, and thinking about it, it makes sense, also wait did you just say Blake reads po-

Weiss: POINT is, yes I can make coffee, so don't act like it's a miracle.

Jaune: right yeah, sorry.

Weiss: now, onto a lighter subject, I have a game for both of us, however it does involve alcohol so if we do play you'll be here for night. For obvious reasons.

Jaune: understood snow angel. Whats the game?

Weiss: two truths, one lie. With the new rule of if whoever spot 10 lies in a row the loser has to tell an embarrassing secret that they would normally take to their grave. Make sense?

Jaune nodded as Weiss smirked, she got up and soon came with a bottle of whiskey and wine as well as with two shot glasses.

Weiss: one last thing. If one of us gets it wrong, we have to take a shot so pick your poison jaune.

Jaune nodded before taking a long look. Before eventually grabbing the whiskey bottle and shaking it a bit. Weiss just nodded and pushed the wine aside.

Weiss: round one. I'll start easy. I never had a pet, I had a ton of stuffed animals, and I hated my brother for being a suckup.

Jaune: uh the second one.

Weiss nodded as jaune smiled.

Jaune: now my turn. I'll increase the difficulty a little. I wanted to fight Neptune when I first saw him. I faked my transcripts and I sniffed my pet dog Shelby's ass once.

Weiss thought about it for a few moments as she seemed to find her answer as she seemed confident in it.

Weiss: you may have been a dolt but theres no way you faked your transcripts.

Jaune nervously chuckled at that before clearing his throat.

Jaune: I... Did fake my transcripts.

Weiss went quiet before her eye twitched.

Weiss: you mean. You faked your transcripts to get into beacon, w-why?!

Jaune: i never got any training from my dad and wasn't allowed to go to any combat schools, so I never got a letter of recommendation or the chance to actually get an authentic transcript. So I uh.. faked mine.

Weiss went quiet again as she simply poured herself a glass. As she looked at him.

Weiss: are you sure you faked your transcripts and you aren't just lying to yourself?

Jaune: I'm sure Weiss.

Weiss:so what was the lie?

jaune: I did have a dog named Shelby, but I never once sniffed her ass.

Weiss:... I can't believe I had enough faith that you were trained

Weiss takes a swig before placing down the glass as her face had a tinge of pink.

Weiss: m-my turn. I can hold my liquor more than my mother. I thought Neptune was the ideal guy for awhile and Im Really sexually repressed, like if I could i'd try every position and understandable kink, atleast once.

Jaune: as much as I wish the last one is a lie, your already blushing after oneshot. Your a lightweight Weiss.

Weiss:... I hate this game now.

Jaune: you suggested it. Here if you want I can get the next one wrong on purp-

Weiss: don't even FINISH that thought. If we're doing this... We're playing fair... Even if its BULLSHIT how you already have TWO in a ROW.

Jaune just nodded and chuckled softly at the heiress's aggravation.

Jaune: ok. My turn. I met ruby after you and her had the... Incident, yang for some reason was my wing woman during beacon, and i could beat pyrrha in a arm wrestling contest.

Weiss just looked at him and narrowed her eyes.

Weiss: no way on the gods green grass you could beat pyrrha at arm wrestling.

Jaune: yep. Anytime we did she'd always win.

Weiss: figured. No offense but during beacon you were a noodle compared to the rest of us

Jaune: no offense taken. I definitely was a noodle during beacon. Though technically I still am

Weiss: not really. You have gotten a lot more definition to your body.

There was a small pause as Weiss went red as she looked away.

Weiss: f-from the surface level atleast.

Jaune smiled softly and the night continued on as the two would talk and drink. Enjoying this moment of bliss. Who knows what fate will have for them but whatever comes.. these moments will always be priceless.

Ofcourse theres also you dear reader, what might you find in looking into this single night? That depends on what you want to see.

(feel free to continue on with this. It's always nice seeing others interpretation)

[wordsbymae]

"They ain't lap dogs you know, they're working dogs and you spoil em too much" but mousey is for sure his lap dog lmao

so now farmer finally has them. what now? would he propose, not like in the the other AU when he is older? or would he just start going around the town telling people about his little wife/husband/spouse? because, what is little mouse supposed to do? they just can't say no to the only person that is so nice to them, the only person that takes care and protect them (or so the farmer say). mousey must return the favour.

I literally was going to answer about an hour ago but got completely distracted by making a mood board for the farmer's two dogs cause you reminded me of them. whoops!

Anyway!

Oh for sure!!!! He doesn't need his boys to be his lap dogs when he has the prettiest thing all to himself.

There is no way on God's green earth he will ever actually propose. Don't get me wrong, he wants nothing more than to marry his little mouse and put a ring on it. But actually courting them? Actually having to be vulnerable and open himself up to rejection?

Never ever going to happen.

I can see this going really two ways, there is a third secret option but that's for later.

The first way is he just starts acting like you're married. Tells everyone in town he can't stay too long or the missus/ his partner will be getting worried. Gushes about your cooking to anyone who will listen makes it clear that he's got a sweet little thing waiting all for him back at home. Carries a Polaroid picture of you hugging Pancho, with a big wide smile and while Lefty sooks in the corner. He'll show it off whenever he has the chance, talking about you and your boys.

Those who watched you two that day at the farmers' market just nod their heads with smiles and wish him all the best. He probably starts even wearing a plain gold band. Proud to show it off.

Meanwhile, the reader is confused when the very rare times they leave the farm everyone wishes them congratulations (and asks if any kids will be coming).

Mouse brings it up to the farmer and tells them they don't want people getting the wrong idea. They're just friends. The farmer just laughs at this.

"It's a bit too late to stop them from getting the wrong idea Mouse"

He practically gaslights them, I mean what's the big problem? Who cares if a few town folks think they got hitched. They are living together. You do act like a homemaker. You can't blame anyone for thinking you two had been married for years. The only thing stopping you two from actually being seen as truly married is the lack of a ring on your finger and you not being in his bed.

And would it really be so bad? Being his?

He's been so good to you. So kind. Like how a real husband would act. He looks after you and protects you. Buys you the prettiest things and asks nothing in return.

But now he is. Now he's asking for payment. Be his little homemaker in law as well and he'll take care of you like he always has.

You can't say no. You quit your job when your cottage burned down, just as the farmer told you to.

"I'll look after you mouse. Until you get back on your feet of course"

No one is hiring in town and even if you did get a job you wouldn't be able to buy or even rent a house. There was nowhere to go. There was taking the chance on living on the streets but wouldn't it just be easier to just say yes?

He was kinda right. You've already practically been his stay-at-home sweetheart, how bad would it be if you put a ring on your finger. This is everything you've ever wanted. To be his pretty spouse, him all to yourself.

So why did it feel so wrong?

The second is mostly fem reader but he would not be against baby trapping. If for even one moment he thought you would say no to being his wife, he would resort to baby trapping. I always view this fic set in the 60s or 70s (maybe even 50s) so there would be no way you could leave him with a babe in your belly. You would have no husband and no support. So of course you don't really have a choice. You're already on thin ice living with a single man, but that was something you could cover by explaining why. But a baby? That can't be hidden, can't be explained away. So as soon as you knew, the farmer would have a priest ready and waiting.

Tag list: @floraroselaughter

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

A Gentleman Boyfriend

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

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Mai: "Huh?"

(No way. Why?)

(Why is my sketchbook in here!?)

I couldn't help but break into a cold sweat as I noticed my sketchbook, full of compliments about Kicho, had somehow found its way into the bag.

If someone saw me bringing it to our client's mansion, this would turn into a big problem.

(How did this happen?)

I frantically retraced my memories.

(I remember taking it out the night before yesterday.)

------------Flashback-----------

(I have to write this down before I forget!)

I took the sketchbook off the shelf and started writing.

Mai: "Let's see..."

I relied on my memory, but after spending the entire morning together, there were some details I couldn't recall.

(What a bummer. I wanted to record everything about him in detail.)

(Oh, I know! I just need to carry it with me and find opportunities to take notes.)

Without giving it much thought, I put the notebook into the bag I usually use.

---------Flashback Ends---------

(Stupid Mai! It's me! I'm the culprit!)

Kicho: "What's wrong, Mai?"

He saw me standing there, frozen, and peered into the bag.

Mai: "Actually..."

Kicho: "Don't tell me you forgot your designs."

Mai: "Of course not. Look, they're right here!"

I pulled out my designs and quickly organized my bag.

He then took the designs from my hand and examined them.

Kicho: "You're right, everything is here."

Mai: "Yup, everything is all set."

Kicho: "Then why are you panicking?"

Mai: "It's not that I'm panicking. I'm just a little nervous."

At that moment, I sensed someone approaching from behind the sliding door.

Darren: "Kicho, Miss Mai, I apologize for keeping you waiting."

Kicho: "No worries, we've just arrived as well."

With the arrival of our business client, the conversation shifted, making me sigh in relief.

(Phew. It looks like he won't ask me about the sketchbook now.)

Kicho: "We'd like to discuss the designs Mai brought with her."

Darren: "Oh, I'm looking forward to it! Let's take a look right away."

I gathered my designs, and the negotiation began.

Darren: "All of these ideas are fantastic! I can picture my wife wearing some of them."

Kicho: "What about this one? Considering your original requirements, this one might be closer to it."

Darren: "You're right. Both are wonderful!"

(Great, it looks like the negotiations will go smoothly.)

I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw Darren's happy expression.

Kicho: "What do you think, Mai?"

Mai: "Me? I really like this dress in particular."

Darren: "I see. It's elegant, but if I were to suggest something, it could use a bit more flair."

Darren: "Is there something with a similar design but larger patterns?"

Mai: "Ah, in that case..."

(I think there's another dress with an elaborate design.)

I was about to respond when I suddenly realized that the only other design I had with larger patterns was in the sketchbook.

(What should I do? That page is full of notes about Kicho!)

I reached for my sketchbook but hesitated to show it to them.

Darren: "Is something wrong? If it's in there, please show it to us."

(As embarrassing as it is, I have no choice but to show it!)

Just as I was about to open the sketchbook, a piece of blank paper was smoothly handed to me from my side.

Kicho: "Use this."

(Eh? Kicho?)

He turned to Darren and spoke in a composed tone.

Kicho: "As an artist, she's hesitant to show an unfinished design publicly."

Kicho: "Let's have her redraw the design on this paper."

(I see. He's helping me out.)

Seeing Kicho's dignified side, I managed to regain my composure.

Darren: "I apologize for not noticing."

Mai: "No, I'm the one who should apologize."

Kicho: "Mai, can you draw it?"

Mai: "Yes, of course. I'll redraw it right away."

Darren: "I look forward to it!"

Darren's eyes were gleaming as I looked down at my hand holding the brush.

Thanks to Kicho's help, I was able to get through the situation and successfully conclude the business negotiations.

That night, I visited Kicho's room to express my gratitude.

Mai: "Kicho, do you have a moment?"

Kicho: "What's the matter? You don't need to be so formal."

Mai: "I came to thank you."

Mai: "I really appreciate what you did today. The business meeting went well, thanks to you."

Kicho: "I was just there as an interpreter. I didn't do anything special."

Kicho: "Your success was because of your skills."

After saying that, a feeling of pride swelled in my chest as the person I loved recognized me.

(But it's not just that. I couldn't have handled those negotiations on my own.)

Mai: "You helped me when I hesitated to show the sketchbook."

Kicho: "You mean by giving you the paper?"

Mai: "Yes, I was saved by that. So, it's thanks to you."

Kicho: "It's only natural to help when someone you love is in trouble. I've said that before, haven't I?"

(He really is a gentleman.)

My heart started beating faster as I felt the gentle love in his eyes.

Kicho: "I'm just happy I could be of any help to you, even if only a little."

Kicho: "But there's one thing I'd like to ask."

Mai: "There's something you want to ask?"

Kicho: "Yeah, I remember the other day you hid that sketchbook from me when I came into your room."

Mai: "You noticed?"

Kicho: "Normally, you leave your sketches out in the open, but at that time, you deliberately covered them on your desk."

(So he knew I didn't want anyone to see that sketchbook, and that's why he helped me.)

Kicho: "You were trying to hide it, so there must be something important written in there."

Mai: "That's..."

Kicho: "Don't worry. I won't pry into your secrets."

Kicho: "I was just a little curious."

With that, Kicho turned his gaze away.

The moment I saw his lonely expression一

Mai: "That's not it!"

I hastily tried to explain.

Mai: "I don't have any secrets that I want to keep from you."

Kicho: "But that was..."

I saw a hint of confusion in his eyes.

(I don't want to see him with that expression again!)

With these feelings in my heart, I grabbed the sleeves of his clothes.

Kicho: "Mai?"

Mai: "It's not like that at all!"

Mai: "Come with me."

I guided him and led him to my room.

Mai: "Please have a look. I don't intend to hide it anymore."

I took out the sketchbook and boldly handed it to Kicho.

Kicho: "That sketchbook…"

He nodded as if he understood.

Mai: "I use it as a sketchbook, but I also write down my feelings on it."

Kicho: "So you mean it's also a diary?"

Kicho: "But are you sure I can take a look?"

Mai: "Yes. Go ahead and take a look."

Kicho: "----?"

He tilted his head curiously but then decided to open it.

Kicho: ".........."

Mai: ".........."

(This is so awkward!)

Enduring the embarrassment, I watched as Kicho read through the pages.

Eventually, he closed it and placed it on the desk.

Kicho: "Mai."

Mai: "Y-Yeah--"

Before I could finish my sentence, he wrapped his arms around my back.

Kicho: "I understand the feelings you have for me."

Kicho: "And this is my answer to you."

Mai: "Huh? Mmm--"

His lips pressed against mine, and I quickly realized what was happening.

His deep and tender kiss conveyed feelings of love, leaving me breathless.

Mai: "Haaa..."

Our lips parted, and he gazed at me, smiling gently.

Kicho: "You not only see me clearly but also appreciate every little thing I do."

Kicho: "Thank you. I love you just as much."

Mai: "Mmm..."

Lost in his blushing smile, he planted another kiss on my lips.

I responded to his kisses and felt my body floating momentarily, realizing he'd placed me on the bed.

Kicho: "Mai."

Kicho: "I want to touch you more."

(I want to touch him more, too.)

While receiving his sweet kisses, I anticipated a blissful night and closed my eyes in a daze.

Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ Premium ╎ Epilogue

[tripleyeeet]

LESSONS IN CONFESSING (5)

SUMMARY: You and Peter go on a little field trip!

PAIRING: Miguel O'Hara & Female Reader

WORD COUNT: 7,023

WARNINGS: Angst, canon typical violence, misuse of a hockey stick, descriptions of a panic attack, a little bit of comfort at the end I SWEAR.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi, hope you guys are liking the fic so far. I'll be honest we only have one chapter left! At least... of this arc. >:)

CHAPTER LIST / LAST CHAPTER / MASTERLIST

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The feeling of his lips still lingers as you crash to the ground. In a heap of pain, you crumple to the floor ass first, your head barely missing the leg of your bed frame, causing you to let out a frustrated huff and bring your hands to your eyes, palming the sockets in frustration because what the fuck was that? 

The last thing you expected going into this was a kiss. Really anything other than an earful of curse words and repeated avoidance was all you anticipated. You didn’t think in a million years he’d kiss you and then shove you through a goddamn portal!

“What the fuck, man?”  

You’re not sure whether to cry or laugh as you lay there, shell-shocked over the whole ordeal. Nothing about that interaction made much sense now that you’re thinking about it. Instead of exhibiting his usual aggression, Miguel tried to reason with you, his voice almost apologetic as you screamed in his face demanding answers. In the moment you didn’t notice, but now that you’re away you can see everything differently —clearly in a way that has you squinting at the ceiling trying to remember. 

His body looked different, almost smaller. His eyes, no longer in their usual narrowed stance, looked soft. Worried. As if your presence there was less so an annoyance and more of an actual problem. Not to mention the coolness of his voice. Usually, Miguel’s as hotheaded as they come so to hear a tone without any fight behind it felt unusual. Wrong in a way that makes you wonder what the hell changed. In those short hours between conversations what happened that made his hostility subside? 

And what the fuck is Alchemex? 

Shooting upward, you make a beeline for your desk. As per usual it’s a mess, covered in empty bottles of beer and Gatorade as well as protein bar wrappers. Angrily, you swat a pile of the latter away, cursing under your breath as you turn on your laptop, groaning at the streamline of notifications that begin to roll in. Where are you? Sweetheart, are you okay? Call me when you get this. Pete’s looking for you!

There’s about nearly thirty or so texts synching in through your phone. Most of them are from Peter and May, but sprinkled in between there’s a few from Gwen and MJ too, all of them filled with words of worry making you swear again and race to the living room. You’re pretty sure you left your phone on the coffee table. It’s either there or somewhere on the couch, you guess, sprinting across the hardwood floor only to stop in your tracks, noticing Peter. 

His back is to you but regardless, you can see that he’s talking to someone through his watch, his voice low and broken. You figure whoever’s on the other end of that call is probably telling him what happened. Either then or bad-mouthing him for doing a bad job of keeping this all a secret. For letting his stupid, civilian sister jump into another world unsupervised. 

“Thanks, I uh, gotta’ go.” 

It’s the one thing you hear before he turns to face you, eyes narrowing to take in your dishevelled appearance.

“Where the hell did you go?”

Fuck, he’s mad. Not that that’s surprising. You’d be mad too if you were in his shoes. It’s just you’re not used to mad Peter. Peter whose eyes are barely visible through the rage that collects across his brow. Peter who crosses his arms over his chest and anxiously taps his foot just like Ben when you were kids. 

“Out?”

He scoffs, loudly. Angrily. A loud eruption of reverberation that has you closing your eyes and flinching, waiting for the impact. “Out? Are you kidding me? I leave for five seconds and somehow you end up across the universe by yourself with no phone?”

“Would a phone even work in—“

“You’re lucky Hobie was there. If it were anyone else you could’ve gotten in serious trouble.”

You open your mouth to argue but ultimately stop, realizing he’s right. You did something recklessly stupid. Something you promised to never do since he got bit by that spider and started swinging through the city fighting crime so you and the rest of his family would be safe. 

“I’m sorry.”

As expected, he ignores your apology, groaning as he pinches the bridge of his nose and begins to pace. “I mean, seriously, what were you thinking? Had it ever occurred to you that maybe following me into a portal was maybe not the greatest idea?”

“Well yeah, of course I thought about it.” 

“Did you really?”

You did, obviously. You thought about it for as long as you could before you decided, but he’ll never know that. Not with how fucking stubborn he’s being. “Look, I only followed you because I thought you’d be on the other side! If I’d of known you’d be long gone already I wouldn’t have jumped!” 

“Somehow I highly doubt that.” 

You can’t help but frown knowing this is a losing argument. No matter what you say or do will end in an ever-growing rift. Peter’s trust in you will falter the longer you speak and all you can think about is how much you don’t want that. 

You’ve already lost the trust of one Spider-Man tonight. You don’t need to lose another. 

Defeated, you cover your face in your hands, letting out a heavy breath as you walk toward the kitchen to grab the scotch. 

“Oh, please don’t bring that out.” Peter groans as you grab the bottle along with the usual glasses, flashing him the most apologetic smile you can muster as you usher him to the couch and begin your ritual. 

“I don’t want to drink with you.”

“Then don’t. Just sit.” 

Thanks to Miguel’s past visits the bottle’s pretty much gone anyway. A detail you can tell confuses Peter as you empty the last of its contents into the glasses and set one in front of him. 

“Look, I’m sorry I jumped into another dimension without your permission. I had —I mean—“ 

“Are you okay?”

You stop, confused. Peter always asks if you’re okay. Unlike most, he’s actually considerate of the way you feel in stressful situations, but something about the way he asks this time feels different. Unplanned. Spontaneous in a way he wasn’t necessarily prepared for. 

“Yeah, why?”

  “The scotch is gone.” 

“So?”

“You only ever bring it out when I’m here,” he points out. 

“Usually.”

“Usually?”

You nod, reaching for your glass to take a sip. When it hits your lips you can’t help but cringe, suddenly feeling wrong. As if the taste inside your mouth has been replaced with something inherently false. 

“You’re hiding something.” 

“No.”

You are. Sort of. At least, you didn’t realize you were until now. Over the course of the last few months, you figured Peter knew about Miguel’s visits. About his weird, overbearing boss hopping through your window semi-regularly to get patched up and sleep on your couch. It seemed like something he would mention, given the amount of intimacy you shared when you cleaned his wounds. All those countless nights of scotch fuelled arguments and the never-ending debate of identity. 

Stupidly, you assumed Miguel told Peter everything, but now that you’re sitting next to him, glancing between the empty bottle and his troubled expression, you know that he didn’t. Not a single fucking word was uttered between the two of them and now you’re the one that has to bear the news. 

“You’re horrible, you know that?” 

If you weren’t already so stressed you’d laugh. But considering everything that’s happened over the course of twenty-four or so odd hours (maybe, honestly you have no idea at this point) you’re too exhausted. 

“God, this is all so messed up.” 

You’re at your wit's end, falling into the abyss. Your head is hurting and your chest feels like it’s a ticking time bomb with the way your heart rate suddenly rises. In the corner of your eye, you can see Peter’s face begin to soften, his eyes floating in a space between stern and concern. Ever so slowly he inches closer to you on the couch, pulling you tightly against his chest as you inhale a little hard and find yourself struggling to get it back out. At which point, the air in your lungs grows three sizes, filling the cavity of your chest; tightening around your innards like a half-tied noose ready to slide into its final form. 

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” 

His voice is simultaneously beside you and distant. The way it sounds is morphed by the time it hits your ears, distorting in waves as if you’re falling further into the ocean. You can’t hear or breathe and as time passes you can feel your vision start to go fuzzy as you try to focus on the glass in front of you. 

It makes you think of Miguel, stupidly. Of all those nights spent sitting beside each other, talking about whatever topic of interest arose in the moment. Somehow, despite the countless hours spent together, the level of importance in those conversations was minimal, ranging from things like favourite dog breeds to the most influential shows of the 90s. 

In those moments, the details he gave were vague, bordering on mass-produced opinions rather than ones of his own. Each time he answered one of your questions you were sceptical of his answer, always raising your brow in question before diving into some bullshit debate. 

Staring at the fuzzy outline of the glass, you wonder if any of what he said was actually true. If he actually preferred baseball over football. If he thought video games were a pointless medium. If he favoured the smokier scotches over the brinier ones. 

In the moment he could’ve said anything and you’d partially believe it. Out of the desire to know more about him, there was always this sliver of acceptance. This willingness to give him the benefit of the doubt, especially with the easy topics. Revealing to you his favourite things seemed pretty low on the overall secrecy scale, so it always felt like there might be some truth there. A desire of his own to offer up a part of himself. 

You know now it was probably all a lie. Every last word uttered inside your cramped apartment was nothing more than a diversion tactic to keep himself guarded and fell for it like some fucking idiot. 

God, you hate him. More than what you started with, your hatred grows as you pull yourself from Peter’s grasp and steady your breath, wiping your face in the process. 

He doesn’t deserve your tears. Or any time spent thinking of how that kiss made you feel so completely full and warm and —fuck, enough of that. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you lie, hoping he’ll drop it; knowing he won’t. 

“Okay, well we both know that’s a lie.” 

You roll your eyes and watch as he downs the liquor in front of him, barely even registering the strength as he swallows it whole. “Fuck you and your stupid spider senses.” 

“I think this time they’re just plain old Parker ones.” 

“That’s even worse.” 

“Sure is, now spill.”

It’s hard to come up with the right words, at first. Each time you open your mouth, ready to tell him everything you’re met with a reluctant nagging at the back of your head, telling you to shut up. To keep this all a secret because it’s classified. But then you remember this isn’t about him. It’s about you in this universe among all the other ones. 

“Before I start, I uh —I need you to promise you’re not going to tell anyone. Like, seriously anyone.” 

Peter looks at you with questionable eyes, obviously wondering what you mean as you sigh and begin to go into detail. 

“Truth is, Miguel’s been coming over,” you say, trying to gauge his unwaveringly neutral reaction. “After that horrible brunch day he showed up in the middle of the night all fucked up so I let him stay. We talked briefly. I offered him ol’ the painkiller and scotch trick and since then he’s been coming over.”

  “How frequently?”

You shrug. “Semi.” 

There’s a pause, during which Peter’s jaw tightens as he leans back, raising his hands to his face. “Do you have —oh, I don’t know—an exact amount maybe?” 

You mirror his position, resting your head against the backing of the couch. With a sigh you glance up to the ceiling and try to count every individual visit, realizing quickly that they sort of just flow together like one long conversation spanning over the course of eight or so weeks. 

“I think twelve?”

His mouth drops open in shock. “Twelve?”

“Give or take.”

The next thing you know Peter’s grumbling into his hands, muttering about the double standard of rules —about how Miguel should know better and how this could ruin everything. 

You’re sure it has something to do with some inter-dimensional laws. Like time travel, there’s probably some sort of code all the spiders live by where they don’t mess with the order of things. People from other universes aren’t meant to mingle unless it’s for the purpose of keeping order. Where you’re from is where you stay and Miguel showing up time and time again without anyone knowing is a direct violation of that. 

“I don’t know if this is like, against the rules or whatever but he told me… things.” 

“What kind of things?” 

“Uh, things about me?” 

It sounds wrong when you say it like that, especially when Peter sits back up, dropping his hands to look at you with wide eyes. You discover then that you definitely could have worded it better —thought about the implications of your phrasing before letting the words fly out of your mouth. This is a serious matter after all. 

“He told me he knows me —sort of,” you explain. "I can’t remember the exact words, but it was something along the lines of in every universe you are infuriating followed by him arguing how he understands me more than I think he does.”

As you roll your eyes at the memory, you can see that Peter’s still processing, his gaze darting around the room at full speed. At the same time, his chest rises and falls in quick succession, his entire body fidgeting throughout the breaths until suddenly he’s completely still and staring at his watch. 

“Did he say anything else?”

Despite everything he’s kept from you, you feel obligated to lie for Miguel. To stop the conversation right there and call it a day. In the long run, it’d save him a lot of grief —probably you as well depending on how he responds. If you stop now, that’s it. The book closes and you get to move on. 

Do you even want that?

You’re not sure you do. Not after Miguel’s final words. Sure, you don’t really know what they mean —how they apply to you and him and all the rules that have been set in place, but at this point you’re not willing to wait to see how things play out. Your patience is thin on a good day, and considering the severity of everything happening the idea of staring at that ticking clock, waiting for whatever it is to happen, isn’t an option.

So you have to tell him. About Miguel’s confession, about the conversation in the control room, about those final words uttered before he kissed you. 

“Hobie took me to HQ.” 

It’s the only thing that needs to be said for Peter to understand that the situation is going further downhill. Immediately, his face falls into a panic, his hands moving to grip the roots of his hair as he sighs and leans back, waiting for the other bomb to drop.

When it does he’s a mess of anxious energy. Every thought that zips through his ears is showcased across his face, ranging from confused to angry, ending in desperation you’re not sure you’ve witnessed. 

“I have to talk to him.” 

He’s standing from the couch and stepping over your feet before you can even blink. Quickly, you follow and reach to grab the wrist that houses his watch, pulling him back to a reality where it’s just you and him and the urgency of everything is paused for just a minute. 

“You need to talk to me first, Pete,” you beg, feeling him peel himself away from your grasp. 

“He should’ve known not to come here.”

His fingers are rubbing rough circles into his temples now, pressurizing the stress. Turning it into a physical sensation he can work through. You know this because you do the same when you’re stressed. Something about feeling that pain on your skin instead of the inside of your head makes everything easier. More palatable when the world feels like it’s ending. It’s something Ben taught you to do when you were kids. “Localize that feeling and take deep breaths. It’ll make you feel better,” he’d say. 

In this moment you want to repeat those words. To pull him close and tell him that everything’s going to be fine. That you’re never going to talk to Miguel ever again if it means that things can go back to the way they were. 

“I know, I’m sorry. It’s just you and him —it… it wasn’t supposed to happen like this.” 

“Like what?”

Your voice is harsher than you intend it to be. Full of an impatient venom that leaves a sour taste in your mouth. You want to know what he means without all the necessary filler. Already for weeks, you’ve been kept in the dark, longing to learn the truth and every time you get even an inch closer it always feels like you’re thrown three feet back, scrambling to remake progress. 

“Peter, please. For once in your life don’t keep secrets just because you think it’ll keep me safe.”

It feels like you’re begging to no one. As if, instead of a person, there’s this empty vessel who’s staring back at you, lifeless in the eyes and face but still moving to press the screen of their watch. 

“I’ll jump in after you.”

“I know.” 

He says it so quietly you can barely hear it over the whirring of the portal that begins to form, shrouding you in a light that warms your skin as Peter motions you to follow. 

-

Even though he single handedly has one of the most stressful lives in existence, it’s very rare you ever see Peter on edge. No matter the situation, there’s always an aura of calm that surrounds him. In high-stress environments, he’s able to push through the problems with little issue, ignoring the onslaught of doubts you’re sure are still there. 

Because of this, seeing him all tense as you wander through the streets of an unfamiliar city, you find yourself frowning —worrying that maybe you’ve pushed him too far. 

“This isn’t going to be pretty,” he tells you, sighing.

Stopping at a crosswalk, you both look left to right and back again, surveying the snow-covered streets in awe. It’s colder here. A good fifteen or so degrees below what it is back home. Everything in sight is enveloped in a white blanket twelve inches deep. Beneath your feet you can feel the presence of ice crackling against the pavement, making you cautiously step out onto the street when the light inevitably goes green. 

“Where are we, anyway?”

“Earth-1867.”

You meant to ask which city, completely forgetting you’re in another dimension, but reserve asking him, knowing deep down you don’t really need to know. You’ll never be back here, anyways.

“It’s fucking freezing.” 

Thankfully, before stepping into the portal, Pete handed you a jacket and some boots —both of which you nearly declined to take before noticing the look on his face. You figured because the weather was pretty mild back home you wouldn’t have to worry about it here. Then you quickly realized how ignorant that sounded and threw them on without question. 

Now that you’re walking through the streets of some winter wonderland, you’re thankful for once you managed to listen.

“That’s what happens in Canada.” 

“Canada?” 

“Yeah.” 

Suddenly interested, you start to glance around a bit more, taking in all the unfamiliar buildings that line both sides of the streets. As expected, they look pretty similar to the ones back home. Small hole-in-the-wall shops with dark-coloured doors and big windows. Most of the signs are flipped closed, revealing nearly pitch-black interiors that have you squinting to look inside, but there’s also a few that remain open. 

“Wait, where are we even going?” 

“You’ll see.” 

Groaning, you throw your head back in defeat to see the darkened sky. In the corners of your vision, the city lights glow faintly, shadowing the stars while simultaneously showcasing the huge puffs of snow that fall toward your feet. 

Almost immediately, it makes you blink and look back down, noticing a masked spider-woman a couple of feet away. She’s waving at you excitedly with one hand while her other remains occupied by a drink tray full of cups. 

“Hey!” Peter smiles and immediately returns the gesture, his pace quickening to meet her in the middle of the street, both of them going in for a hug. 

“What’d you do get lost on the way or something?” she jokes once you’re near, nudging her elbow with his before handing him the drink tray. When he takes it he shakes his head and rolls his eyes. 

“You and your gifts.”

“What? It’s the way of my people, don’t be a dick about it.” 

Peter raises his free hand in defence before offering you a cup. When you take it you practically melt against the heat, sighing contently as you thank her.

“No problem. Figured you could use a little pick me up after… y’know?”

You look at her confused, moving the cup to your lips to take a sip of arguably the best hot chocolate you’ve ever tasted.

“Pete texted me on the way over,” she explains then. “He didn’t give me details or anything if that’s what you’re worried about. Just said you wanted a little tour of the abandoned Alchemex building we got out on North York.” 

Alchemex.

The liquid inside your throat catches, prompting you to double over and cough, causing panic in both Peter and his friend. Both of them jump to your aid, placing soft hands on either shoulder, watching intently as you clutch your throat, gasping for air, wondering what the hell’s going to happen next. 

It can’t be good. Peter said it’d be rough and although he’s often the type to lie and keep secrets about the betterment of your health and safety, you’re certain this time he’s telling the truth. What lies behind the doors of that Alchemex building will be anything but easy for you to swallow and regardless of wanting to know, you’re still not sure you're ready. 

“You okay?”

You nod slowly, feeling them both sidestep away to give you space. By that point, you can finally breathe again. As you inhale, you can feel the cold air rushing through your lungs, erasing the warmth entirely. It makes you shiver upon impact, your gaze catching the two of them staring at one another.

“I’m fine, sorry.” 

“Right, well, uh, we should probably get going then. Let the tour commence and all that?” 

Both you and Peter nod, causing the spider to clap her hands.

“Alright then, drink up. It’s about a twenty minute swing away.” 

-

Her name is Riley Gaboury. 

While you’re swinging through the air, clutching onto Peter’s back for dear life, she tells you this, then follows up with the same kind of spiel Hobie gave you earlier. The one about how she got bit by a spider and became Toronto’s one and only Spider-Woman. 

As she speaks, you try your best to listen, feeling your ears sting from the chill of the air pelting against your skin. Based on the quickness of her voice you can tell it’s been a while since she’s had any visitors. Her voice feels never-ending, like an overexcited child explaining their favourite TV show.

In any other instance you’d be happy to talk with her —get to know her a bit better— but right now all you can feel is the cold anxiety creeping through your limbs. 

All your extremities have pretty much gone numb, pulsing underneath the surface of near frostbitten skin and it’s becoming too much. More than anything you want to ask if you can stop and walk but knowing the obvious urgency you keep your mouth shut, trying your best to distract yourself as you take a particularly rough turn.

“Sorry,” Peter mumbles under his mask. 

You groan back, barely able to think, let alone speak as he propels both of you forward over a nearby rooftop. 

“We’re almost there, just a couple more blocks,” Riley calls out. 

As you whizz past the traffic below, you can feel your stomach churning with anticipation. Although it’s only been a few hours, you can feel the oncoming disaster of knowing begin to move. Closer and closer it inches the further you swing, reminding you of the potential consequences. Of the inevitable complications that’ll come with knowing why you’re meant to remain in the darkness.

It feels almost too much as Riley points to a tall building lined entirely with windows, prompting both her and Peter to suddenly divert their path, building enough momentum so that they can gain height. 

You almost vomit when you realize how high up you are. When Peter’s hands land firmly against the building’s side, you close your eyes and tuck your head into the crook of his neck, muttering curse word after curse word as he crawls you to the top, laughing once you fall onto the roof in a heap. 

“Oh, my god, land,” you mutter, your body covered almost completely by the snow.

Riley snorts. “Whatever you do don’t look over the edge.”

At this point you wouldn’t dare, knowing how high up you are. Instead, you merely stand, feeling your legs shake as you brush off all the snow and turn to Peter who’s already wandering toward the rooftop entrance. 

“So, uh, what’s the plan?”

“Stay close.”

You nod and wander over, watching him attempt to open the door but to no avail. “Locked?”

He groans and nods, turning towards Riley who’s already wandering over, producing a small metal rectangle with a button on it. “Move,” she says. Then out of nowhere, a large stick grows in her hand, causing you to stare in awe as she takes the end of it and starts to whack the window out.

“Is that a fucking hockey stick?” 

As she pulls the contraption back, she nods her head. “Pretty cool, huh?”

“Yeah, cool,” you and Peter say in unison, watching her stab out the edges of the broken glass before reaching in to unlock the door. 

After that you make quick work of moving through the building, quietly rushing through various halls and stairways, trying your best not to get too distracted by the pictures that line the walls. Most of them are abstract pieces you’d see in virtually any office, strips of colour layered overtop of each other, but scattered between there are employee pictures too. Faces of people you’ve never met, smiling in lab coats both by themselves and in groups. 

You find yourself lingering on those, glancing down at the plaques that list their names. Jordan Boone. Liz Allen. Paul Phillip-Ravage, etc. 

In the picture in front of you, there’s around a team of twenty all clumped together, smiling and holding each other tight. Due to the wear and tear of the building though, some of the faces have been scribbled out —graffitied over with a black sharpie. At the centre, there’s a pair of faceless people leaning against a giant tube of liquid, both of their hands pressing against the glass so closely you can see their pinkies interlocked. 

“Hey, c’mon!”

As much as you want to defy orders and continue snooping, you follow Peter through a set of double doors and turn toward Riley. “What is this place?”

“It’s uh, hard to explain,” she says, her tone full of discomfort as Peter stops you in front of another set of doors. 

“Mind keeping watch, Ri?” he interrupts. 

Riley nods her head, offering you a blank look before barreling forward, shooting a pair of webs towards the ceiling so that she throws herself out of sight. 

Once she’s gone you swallow hard, remembering why you’re here. Why after all this arguing and travelling and breaking and entering you find yourself standing in the middle of some barely lit hallway with your superhero brother.

You motion to the door. “This is it?”  

“Yup.”

“A bit lacklustre, don’t you think?”

He scoffs and pushes open the door, holding it open as you follow closely behind, suddenly feeling the need to retract your statement because the room before you is anything but mesmerizing. 

Filled to the brim with abandoned equipment, it’s almost as if the team located here just up and left, leaving everything as is. Desks covered in research papers and old monitors line the walls with little disturbance. Test tubes filled with unknown substances are stacked haphazardly throughout the room, taking up cupboards and tables. 

Taking a few steps in, you notice all the small details of a testing lab. Coats hanging off hooks by the door, a kitchenette with a coffee maker and toaster oven, a whiteboard filled with old writing that’s been scrubbed away and replaced with crude drawings. 

It’s as if the whole room’s been frozen in time. 

“Holy shit.” 

At the room’s centre, you see a tube identical to the one in the picture outside. The only difference is that it’s sustainably bigger and empty, the double-layered glass encapsulating nothing but air. 

“What is this?”

“A battery.”

You look at Peter who’s now standing next to you, staring at it with his mask off. 

“For what?”

“Inter-dimensional travel. In this universe it was the first of its kind —a breakthrough in modern physics,” he explains. “Alchemex employees in this department had been working on it for a while when one of their geneticists had a breakthrough.”

You stare at him, mouth half open, waiting for him to continue but he doesn’t. He just stands there, reaching out to touch the glass with a shaky hand that has you breathing heavily and looking around, trying to put two and two together.  

It’s you, right? The geneticist. That’s why he brought you here.

“Wait, Peter, I—“ 

It’s too much, at first. This idea that another version of you could help create something so big. Obviously, every version of yourself is different. There’s no set standard for the level of understanding one has on certain subjects. In another life, you could be anything from a barista to an astronaut and it wouldn’t matter, because every universe is different. Every universe is unique and thriving and while, sure, some of them may overlap with the same sort of details, at their core they’re still completely separate.

“Everything’s connected.” 

Or not. 

“This event —the creation of a device that can ensure the use of inter-dimensional travel– is meant to happen in every universe. It’s canon, which is a term we spider’s use to explain various moments in our lives that have to happen.” 

“Like a prophecy?” 

“Sort of, yeah. Each of us have a set story that’s meant to be followed in some way. The spider bite, ASM-90, the tragic passing of a family member…” He trails off for a moment, looking at you, an air of guilt coating his features. “All of it has to happen for every universe to remain intact.” 

When you go to look back at him, there’s a blooming of warmth that hits the side of your face, spreading throughout your cheeks and nose until it suddenly dissipates and you’re left watching your brother get slammed into the ground. Then suddenly, the room is filled with pained groans and angry grunts, the flashing of limbs struggling against each other making you realize that this was a mistake. That you were never meant to house this information. 

As nothing more than a human, all you were meant to do was stand by and watch as the chapters of Peter’s predicted life unfolded around him. You were meant to turn a blind eye. To pretend that spider people were nothing more than vigilantes and that the secrets your brother withheld were for your own good. 

You know now, watching him fight against Miguel’s heavy hands, that he was right about all of this. And that this is your fault. That you’re the reason the ground beneath him is breaking apart and there’s blood spurting from his mouth and nose. 

“Miguel, stop!” 

You scream louder than you ever thought possible as you rush to your brother’s aid, witnessing the onslaught of scratches and punches he receives. As you get closer, you see no signs of Miguel stopping so you stupidly reach out to grab his arm, earning yourself an elbow to the temple that you barely register through the adrenaline. 

“I thought I told you not to tell her,” Miguel says through clenched teeth, ignoring your hands and how they claw at his back through his suit. 

“Says you, asshole!” 

You don’t expect Peter to reply, so when you hear your voice you stop for a moment, jumping at the presence of hands that quickly pull you away. 

“Sorry, uh, just… stand here for a second,” Riley says, appearing seemingly out of nowhere, making you thankful because as much as you’d like to help you can’t do anything. You’re not a superhero nor do you have a retractable hockey stick that you can use to smash Miguel in the back of the head. 

“You know, if we were on the rink you’d make the perfect goon,” she says, doing just that; using enough force to get him to stumble backwards.

“What does that even mean?” Scrambling to stand back up, Miguel groans and lunges for her, giving you enough time to rush over to Peter; he's heavily breathing, dripping in blood with his eyes closed. 

Without even thinking you go in for a hug, hearing him moan in pain, prompting you to pull away and apologize. 

“God, your boyfriend sucks,” he mumbles then, cringing as he pulls himself slowly out of the rubble before wiping the blood off his face. 

If you were in any other situation you would have punched him for saying that. But considering he looks like he’s already knocking on death’s door you settle for an eye roll that stops midway, noticing the ongoing fight. 

Both of them are up in the air, swinging back and forth to meet in the middle. Miguel reaches out to claw Riley’s webs but misses as she leaps off her tether and knocks him in the face again, sending him toward the floor. 

“Goal!”

Peter, despite the shape he’s in, lets out a laugh and stands up, moving to stretch his limbs before shooting a web into Miguel’s chest. When it attaches directly at the centre of his solar plexus, Peter shoots another web towards the roof and begins swinging in circles, using the movement to begin wrapping Miguel in layers and layers of webs. 

Following suit, Riley does the same thing, both of them floating around like a carousel until Miguel’s struggling against his newfound prison, loudly cussing them out in Spanish. 

It’s quite the sight, seeing his seething form so suppressed. His nostrils flare out in heavy puffs as he stares at the three of you; his eyes narrowed eyes darting around until they land on you. Ever so quietly he says your name then, trying to ground himself through the rage that refuses to go away.

A part of you wants to move in closer —to tell him that everything is going to be okay— but deep down you know that isn’t true. Miguel came here with the intention of keeping this from you and having come this far you’ll be damned if you let that happen. No matter how wrong you know it is. 

“Please, if you’d just listen.” 

The way his mask fades away when he looks at you tells you he already knows this. As the moments pass, his expression turns from angry to anxious, his brows softening under the dim lights, casting shadows over his skin that make you frown and turn to Peter. 

“Can you give us a sec?” 

He’s hesitant at first but ultimately gives in, telling you that he and Riley will be outside before he plants a soft kiss to your injured temple and leaves. 

“I'm sorry, I just—“

 You barely give him enough time to explain before you're wrapping yourself around him. Your arms, tightly wound around his neck shake with a fear you’ve never known as you borrow your face into the crook of his neck, breathing so hard you think you might pass out. 

“I hate you,” you lie, moving to press your nose into his throat.

“I know.” 

You place the softest kiss on his Adam’s apple, feeling it vibrate beneath your lips. “I hate everything you stand for. I hate your secrets and your rules and your stupid society.”

“I know.” 

Your forehead is firmly pressed against his chin as he says this, the breath of his voice bouncing off your skin in hot puffs that are swiftly replaced by his lips. Gently, he then places kiss after kiss across the expanse of your skin, ignoring the fact that you hate him. Ignoring the fact that he’s completely unworthy of everything that you’re offering him at this moment. Ignoring the way you glare at the decal of his suit with such an unbound rage you want to rip it apart. 

“I don’t understand how talking about the canon breaks the canon.”

His lips freeze against your face before he pulls away with a groan, realizing that you know. “It doesn’t.” 

“So—“

 “The multiversal timeline is delicate.”

“Yeah, I’m aware,” you snap, moving away to look him in the eye. 

“Anything that deviates from it constitutes as a direct violation of the canon,” he explains, glancing down to watch you scrunch up your face in annoyance. “You know if I actually put in the effort I could break out of here and easily kick your ass?”

“Says the man who lost to a hockey stick.” Fighting the urge to laugh, you press your forehead against his chest, feeling the air enter and exit his lungs. 

“It’s not a hockey stick. It’s a fucking titanium bar shaped to look like one.”

“Still.” 

The silence that falls over you after that is hard to navigate. You want to talk to him —to ask him more questions so that all of this can be over, but obviously, you know that’s not how it works. One complicated conversation doesn’t lead to an end. It just leads to more complicated conversations. That’s how life works, no matter what universe you’re in, and it sucks. 

And it hurts, realizing that no matter how this plays out that Miguel and you can never happen. Sure, he’s never explicitly said it. The words we could never be have never been said or heard between either of you, but you know that’s how this ends. He tells you, he leaves. He doesn’t tell you, he still leaves. 

It’s not fair.

“How come this can’t work?” 

The question flies out of your mouth before you can even begin to suppress it, causing Miguel to widen his eyes and turn away, almost embarrassed. 

“How come you get to go on living life knowing everything that’s ever happened between us in every single universe until the end of time while I have to sit here, pretending to know nothing until I forget?”

When he doesn’t say anything, you pull away, glaring at his chest and hands and face as you stand up. “Why does me knowing what we could’ve had mess with the canon? Huh? What part do I play? Is it because of that stupid battery? Is it because I’m the cause of this that you won’t talk to me?”

He’s staring at the floor now, completely avoiding your eyes and mouth and hands as they continue to ask all the questions he’s never wanted to answer. 

“Did I do something to upset you? Did I fuck up your life or something because, Miguel, I don’t fucking know until you tell me!”

You’re crying now. The tears you’ve been holding on to since he pushed you through that portal are falling. Crashing onto the floor in small puddles that hit your knees when you inevitably drop back down. Throughout your frame there’s a rush of pain as you hit the ground and lean forward, pressing your elbows against the space in front of you as you curl into a ball, wishing that he’d say something. 

When he doesn’t, you cry more, your body breaking under the pressure of understanding that this is all you’ll get.

It’s obvious then that Miguel isn’t a good man. He doesn’t care for you in the way you deserve. He just wants you. Or more so, this idea of you that he’s formed at the back of his head. To him, you’re nothing more than a temptation he’s created over time. A familiar body surrounding a completely different soul that’ll he always long for.

As you realize this you can hear ripping followed shuffles that grow closer until they’re wrapped around you, pulling you into a chest you wish to crawl inside for all eternity. 

“I’ll tell you, okay? I’ll tell you everything, just… please don’t cry. Please.” 

-

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