#dahlia hm

[puphoods]

im going to describe the other two aswell but also putting it in the tags

[lorillee]

personally i support everything everybody in the dahlia / diego / mia situation did ever

[elytrafemme]

why doesn't anybody talk about schrodinger's mental illness? seriously i think i'm onto something here

[hopefulstarfire]

Rishid loves Maddoxs twins more than anything. They are just as much his daughters as they are Maddoxs in his eyes. Becoming their Abi, their other Dad, is one of the greatest blessings he's ever received and he's so beyond proud of them.

Marik and Ishizu adore these kids. They're their nieces, after all, of course they love them.

But Marik has turned them into his new sidekicks. He's trying to install a second side car on his motorcycle so he can take them on rides. He spoils them rotten. He's the uncle hyping them up on sugar all the time.

[masonsystem]

not super surprised by this switch i did suspect smth like this would happen but uh... is iris dying in that cavern 😭

[loftwinglullaby]

still feeling genuinely unhinged about this verson of 手首... like.. goddamn babygirl.....

[bruciemilf]

On Mother’s Day, Bruce’s voice dies quietly.

He leaves Alfred a gorgeous floral arrangement, laid with careful, hesitant , dirt stained hands, right by his bed. Ivy’s gardening tips had paid off.

They’re on the table by dinner time, crowned right in the center, yet no words pass between them. There’s no need.

Dahlias for Martha, hyacinths for Thomas, and gardenias for Alfred. Bruce doesn’t leave them by the mausoleum, thought. The kids do, — because they are that, to him, only to him, —

Clark gives him flowers, too, making his brows curve in surprise. He didn’t expect to get anything.

(There’s also a dinner, Clark informs him, — and he has this subtle command to him. It’s a talent not many notice. He makes an order sound like a suggestion, and Bruce can’t say it’s not a little alluring.)

“That’s too bad, ‘cause I’M taking you to dinner, so E.T better back off,” Jason grumbles, scowling down his novel, pretending to hate the tea Bruce made for him.

He blinks. “Damian is very adamant on going out as well,—“

“And me!” Dick cuts in, his grin wide and glowing moonlight, “Sorry Jaybird, I’ve been planning this for months. Better luck next time.”

“Uh, fuck you? Don’t you have an ‘absente son’ contest to win somewhere?”

“Hm, I don’t know! Don’t you have a bomb to plant in B’s car? Better hurry, you might actually succed this time!”

Bruce grunts, parental displeasure shaping his face, even if he knows very well this brotherly vendetta has no poison behind it. His babies were so stubborn. “Be nice to each other.”

“Have I shot him? No? That means I’m being nice.”

“You know what, you better get over your youngest child attitude, because you don’t run this place anymore,—“

“What, sorry, Queen Elizabeth? I couldn’t hear you over your anti aging cream, can you say that again?”

Bruce is dragged away by Damian while they’re fighting, naturally.

[reapcrbunny]

i think the more dahlia exists and does things in the 13th the more she ends up thinking about what she’s done to keep herself alive    -    her deal she’s made with her voidsent.   the forfeiting of her soul at the end for more time and years.   what that means.   does it mean her flesh becomes a suit for another wherein that she will not be herself anymore    ?    or will her soul be    gone    and she is    .  .   nothing.

her contingency plan if the first is the case is   ,,,,    have her body be ultimately destroyed so that there is nothing    to    pilot.   sure,   her soul is gone with her death but at least no harm can come to others.

[saintgoths]

☾༺♰༻☽ᴄᴏᴡɢɪʀʟ ʀᴏᴅᴇᴏ☾༺♰༻☽

mdni very 18+ - you ride ghost.

cowgirl. [lets hope i dont get reported for the first pic...]

simon 'ghost' riley.

previous chapter.

You were absolutely sure you’d have your neighbours file another complaint against the noises that emitted from your home, but if they were ever in your shoes and had the width of Simon Ghost Riley’s cock inside of them, sliding and pushing against the walls of their cunts, they’d be just as loud as you are.

Currently, he had been beneath you, arms locked around your lower waist as he had thrusted his hips upwards, his cock pressing against the soft sponginess of your g-spot as his mouth had been curved around your nipple, at first, you had wanted to dominate him, have him forget about the secret files you had hidden from him which commenced Ghost to remain suspicious, but there had been no other better way to make a man omit a circumstance like wetness and warmth.

In the beginning, you had been slow and agonising, and Ghost had been too impatient, taking you roughly in surprise while leaving bites around your skin, marking his territory. “So good,” he grunted, the warmth of his mouth heating against your skin ere he returned his lips around your nipples, his hands groping your buttocks as he aided you to bounce up and down his cock, “You love getting pounded by my cock, hm? Taking me so good baby doll,” his compliments then being drowned by your high moans.

“I do!” You cried out, “I do love getting pounded by your cock—” your sentence being overtaken by another high gasp as your walls clenched around him, the slick sounds of his shaft moving and throbbing inside of you, your nails dug into the bed sheets as you used all your strength to whirl your hips around his dick, drunk off sex, your body moved on its own chasing your climax while the size of his dick continued to thrust into you, milking his sticky cum inside of your cunt as he pushed a withered moan.

With your bottom lips behind your teeth, you had pressed your face between the crook of his neck as he resumed to pump his length inside of you, racing after your climax before your heat pulsed around him, clear juices spraying and coating his shaft mixed with his cum, your body had slumped against his chest, exhausted by the numerous of rounds shared with each other, Ghost had then pressed his lips against your head while his cock had slid out of your cunt.

“Tired already baby doll?” He inquired and stubborn, you had opened your eyes which had then locked with his brown ones, you had rolled your figure off his and laid beside him.

“No,” you responded.

“Care for another round---”

“Fuck off,” you replied emitting a dry laugh from him.

As you had then gotten comfortable on your bed, your back had been pressed against his chest, in ponder if Ghost had forgotten about the situation with Frazier; you could feel his chin press against the top of your head while his arm had been under your breast. You’d be stupid to think that Ghost had forgotten, but it had been your anxiety deluding you to think otherwise.

You’d also be stupid to think Ghost hadn’t forgotten what happened, though it was a great distraction.

“Fraizer…” you muttered as soon as you entered the base, there had been a couple of other women under the Black Dahlia company occupying the area, most of them greeting you as you walked past, the satisfied look on Frazier’s face unmissable as he spread his arms with appreciation.

“Baby doll,” he grinned, “excuse me, I forgot you liked being called Blade.”

Unsatisfied, you had returned the read file he had given you a couple of days ago. “I had to lie and say that I was going to get groceries, he wanted to come with me, and with the persistent energy I had, he’s ever more curious to what I’m hiding.”

“Controlling boyfriend?” Fraizer joked.

“Protective,” you corrected. “Argent had said that he’ll leave me alone for a good amount of time, why am I being assigned to this mission?”

“Because this isn’t just any type of mission, Blade,” Fraizer replied. “It’s about a fucked-up pharmaceutical making viruses and injecting them inside of people.”

“So, I’ve read,” you hummed. A pharmaceutical company known as the Puma Formation, had been creating monstrous projects out of people, transforming them into withered mutants they plan to release into the world. “This will be the last mission I do before I take my promised break.”

Fraizer had then winked at you before he spoke. “The money coming from this will be promising as well,” he commented.

-“That’ll make him extra suspicious,” you mumbled, “I don’t like lying to him all the time. Not like this.”

“We all keep secrets from each other,” Fraizer said. “Plus, you won’t have to lie as much as you do now,” he commented, and behind him, a plain silver table had held another document and as he turned around, he had slid the file into his hand. “For this mission, we’ll be partnering up with Task Force 141,” and as he had said that, you could feel your heart drop as Fraizer handed the file to you. Amused by your expressive reaction, Fraizer had once again smiled. “I hope this doesn’t cause trouble in paradise.”

NO POSITION REFERENCE THIS TIME.

♆

[midnightmah07]

Happy birthday to my oc: Perse Achillea!!

"As a lover of art myself I am very much looking forward to this museum's centenary... Come. I'm sure there's a bunch of stuff to see."

"It's foolish to try and open yourself to someone like that, poor girl's gonna get her heart broken... Not that I care. It's her fault anyway."

Happy birthday to my baby, Perse<33 I didn't write any vignettes because I didn't feel like writing BUT I made voice lines and a duo magic dialogue between her and Cater<33

Voice lines:

🪻: I wasn't prepared for just how absolutely grand and majestic this place is... Wow.

🪻: wha- hey, stop tugging on my sleeve, I don't want you getting my jacket all wrinkled, 'kay?

🪻: goodness me... Wait here, I think Mimosa (Cater -> mimosa is a type of flower that means "I hide my feelings") forgot his phone's flash on.

🪻: the King of The Underworld is so similar yet so different from Idia... Heh. I assume he was probably way more pleasurable to be around though (laughs).

🪻: imagine falling for a 'hero' whose only quality was his strength, talk about poor taste in men... The King of the Underworld's assistant should've been ashamed. But then again, I don't think I have the right to talk.

🪻: is that...? (Sighs) please don't tell me Aster (Kalim -> aster is a flower, its white version means "I love you more than you love me!") is trying to convince Ortho to drag us to another party after this... I cannot eat nearly anything because I'm vegan...

🪻: have you seen Dahlia (Vil -> dahlias are a type of flower that symbolize perseverance and determination) around? I want to take a picture of him and the Fairest Queen's portrait. It'll be my most prized possession.

🪻: this outfit is so absolutely stunning! I really do hope they let us keep it, I would love to wear it once again.

🪻: hm? You saw a painting of hyenas overpowering The King of Beasts...? (Smirks) oh, please do show, I would just love to share such image with Calendula (Leona -> calendulas are a type of flower that symbolizes insecurity, jealousy and anxiety).

🪻: Mimosa got me these really cute stickers of The Great Seven. I wonder where I should put them...

🪻: oops, sorry 'bout that. Weak ankles and stuff.

🪻: all these paintings are so detailed... What? You're curious about my art abilities? Nah, most I can do is a stick figure, my strength is in acting.

DUO:

Perse: let's go, Mimosa!

Cater: at your service, Persie!

[vioartemis]

I'll sit with you in the dark

(Wednesday Addams x fem! childhood friend! reader)

Summary: You first met Wednesday when you were just kids, and eventually became friend with her. Years later, you meet again at Nevermore... Warnings: none (?) (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

Wednesday was upset. Her parents were forcing her to go to a new school. Their old school, Nevermore. She hadn't planned on staying long though, a few days in and she would mysteriously disappear.

"Wednesday, this is Enid Sinclair" principal Weems said

"Howdy roomie!"

The blonde girl tried to hug the ravenette, who took a step back. Physical touch. Disgusting.

"Not a hugger, got it"

"Excuse Wednesday" Morticia started " she's allergic to col-"

She was interrupted by someone bursting through the door.

"Fuck yeah I was right!"

"What did we already told you about swearing, young lady?" principal Weems said "I'm sorry for that Mrs Addams. This is-"

"Y/n L/n."

Hearing Wednesday say your name, your lips curled up into a wild smile.

"So you do remember me uh?"

"How could I not?"

You and Wednesday were childhood friends. You met when you were 5. You were in the same class, but you started talking during one of her birthday parties. The one with the piñata filled up with spiders.

While every other kid ran away, you sat on the floor and played with a spider, letting it climb on you, to everyone's surprise.

"Anyways, I'm not gonna stay long or I'll be in trouble. I just wanted to give you this"

You walked up to her, before mumbling intelligible words. A black dahlia appeared in your hand, which you handed to the ravenette. She looked at it for a second with suspicious eyes.

"You can take it, it won't explode this time. I grew it myself. Just teleported it from my dorm"

She finally took the flower after one more look.

"It seems you have improved dear Y/n" Morticia said

You turned around to face her and Gomez.

"Thanks again for the book you gave me, Mrs Addams. It really helped"

While you talked with her parents, Wednesday's eyes didn't leave the flower you gave her. You remembered it was one of her favorites. You remembered your promise to give one to her when you'd meet again. And, most importantly, you were still wearing that bracelet.

She looked back at you, analyzing how you've changed since the last time she saw you. You were different, back in the days. You were cute. A cute little mouse. But now... She wouldn't say you were cute anymore.

She would rather say beautiful. You looked more like a true witch now. Or at least you had the aura of one.

"I am sorry to interrupt, but Wednesday still has a school to visit." reminded Weems "Miss L/n, don't you have anything to do?"

"Ahh yes yes sorry. I'm glad I could meet you again, Mr and Mrs Addams." you turned to face your friend, still smiling "I'll see you around, Wednesday"

The way you said her name made butterflies spiders grow in the ravenette's stomach. And your smile... That smile she didn't think she could see ever again...

After her new roommate showed her the school, Wednesday came back to her dorm. She was taking off the colorful stuff Enid put on the window when you knocked at the door.

"Want some help?" you asked

"It would be appreciated."

You made your way to the window and took off some of the colorful panels. Enid wouldn't be happy about that, but Wednesday and colors didn't really go together.

"How did you know?"

"Hm?"

"You said you were right. Plus you said you grew the dahlia yourself. So I assume you were talking about my arrival here. Am I wrong?"

"I heard someone new was coming. And that they murdered a student in their old school by putting piranhas in the pool. Couldn't be anyone else than you. Plus I had a feeling we'd meet soon."

"I see."

You put the last panel on the floor, not saying a word, as you knew she preferred silence over small talk.

<><><><> ♡ <><><><>

"Yeah but- if I wanted to do that, how much do you think I'll need?"

"Why would you want to do that in the first place??" Enid asked with disgust

"I say if I wanted to, that's hypothetical. We never know what can happen Enid. Better be prepared"

"In what kind of situation would you need to throw a corpse in an acid bath?"

You waved your hand in the air, like you swept her question away.

"That's not important. I just need to know how much acid I'd need"

"Why don't you ask Wednesday? She sure knows the answer"

"Yeah I know. I just- it's basic murder knowledge.. she will be disappointed I don't know that.."

"Why do you care so much about what she thinks of you? You don't have a crush on her, do you?"

You didn't say anything, looking at your feet in embarrassment. You knew what Wednesday thought about romantic relationships. Pathetic, she would say.

"YOU DO!!"

Enid jumped in excitement, clapping her hands, before shaking you slightly back and forth for a second and hugging you tight.

"Enid- I can't breath- and for fuck's sake please keep your voice low..!"

While you were patting the werewolf's back to calm her down, Wednesday was watching you from afar. Oh how she wanted to rip the blonde's head off at this moment.

She clenched her fist so hard that small drops of blood started to fall onto the ground.

Why was she hugging you like that, her body fully pressed against yours? And most importantly, why weren't you doing anything about that?

You were hers.

You were always hugging Enid or other people. But you never tried to hug her. Not that she'd want to. Of course not.

But, maybe, she wanted to know what your body would feel like. How your lips would taste like.

She never thought she'd ever be romantically attracted to someone. But then she met you again, years after you left with you parents.

Obviously she could just confess to you. But even if she would never admit it, she was scared. Scared that you wouldn't share her feelings. That you would leave her. Again.

She liked being alone. But being alone with you... Now that's what she really wanted. But ask her and she will threaten to skin you alive.

<><><><> ♡ <><><><>

A few days had passed since Wednesday saw Rowan getting killed in the forest. No one believed her, as everyone saw him the day after the attack.

You didn't know why she would lie about that, but you saw him too.

You were thinking about all those events, in your bed, incapable of sleeping, when you heard a knock at your door.

You stood up slowly, half dressed, and opened the door.

"Wednesday..? Wha-"

"I need your help."

"It's 3 am...?"

"I know. May I come in?"

"Uhh... sure"

You step to the side.

"What can I help you with?"

"I need you to go in my mind."

"Wha-"

"Find the memory of the attack. I am not lying, Y/n. Plus you could see what the monster looks like."

"I-" you sighed "Okay, let's do that"

You lit some candles and put them into a circle, leaving space in the middle for you to sit. Fortunately, your roommate wasn't here...

You gestured her to sit in front of you.

"I'll need to hold your hands, if that's okay for you"

She nodded, letting you take her hands in yours. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, before entering her mind.

Wow. Her mind was really organized. The memory will be easier to find that way.

You found it pretty quickly, and practically jumped when you saw the monster. God it was ugly. You rewatched the scene a few times, just to be sure Rowan didn't have any chance to survive this.

Having someone looking into her mind was quite strange for Wednesday. She didn't know what to expect before coming, and now that's she was here she didn't know what to think of it.

She could feel where you were looking in her mind. Couldn't explain it, but she felt it. So she was a bit surprised when she felt you looking at what she thought of you.

She didn't let go of your hands though. No. She let you watch whatever you wanted. She wanted you to see what you meant to her. What she would do for you.

You quickly went out of her mind after seeing all of that, trying not to blush and quite ashamed of yourself. Spying on people's thoughts was really not something you approved, but at the moment you just couldn't help it.

"I- I'm sorry I-" you stooped a second "I saw things I wasn't supposed to look at.. I- I saw you were interested in some witchcraft stuff..? What about you go in my mind and look at what you want to know..?"

Oh so you were lying now. Interesting, Wednesday thought.

You weren't aware of the fact that people could feel where you looked in their mind, that's why you lied. Plus you didn't know how she would've reacted if you confronted her directly.

"I only have visions, Y/n. I am not a psychic."

"I know, I'll just project my mind into yours, if you're interested by-"

"Fine."

You blinked twice, surprised by her fast reply, before closing your eyes once again and projecting your mind into her own.

Contrary to Wednesday's mind, yours was a mess. Some thoughts were bigger than others, some were hiding, jumping (?), running away or just lying there like they were dying.

One of the biggest thoughts she could see was your witchcraft knowledge, which wasn't much of a surprise. The other big thought was, to her surprise, her.

Before she could realize it, she was already reviewing memories of you two. But not only that. She saw the moment you realized you fell for her.

On the other hand, you had no idea where she was looking in your mind. As she wasn’t in your mind, but in a projection of your mind, you couldn't feel anything.

Eventually, she came out of your mind, a slight smirk on her face, knowing you wanted her as bad as she wanted you.

She slowly approached you, taking advantage of your still closed eyes, your hands still in hers. Feeling movement, you opened your eyes, just as she sat on your lap.

"Wednesday what are yo-"

"Shh, we've lost enough time, don't you think, Cara Mia?"

You were a blushing mess. She was so close to you your lips almost touched. You could feel her breath on your lips when she murmured:

"Dame un beso, mi amor"

You spoke enough spanish to understand what she wanted, and kissed her within a second. The ravenette cupped your cheeks, lips not leaving yours, as your hands made their way up to her waist.

She pulled away after a moment, staying only inches away from your face, looking directly into your gorgeous e/c eyes.

"I hope you understand that I am not going to bring any light in your life, mi amor”

"I don't need you to light up my world" you smiled "I'll sit with you in the dark."

[ladygoth]

⛦˙♱⋆♱˙⛧ꜰᴏᴏʟ ʜɪᴍ ᴏɴᴄᴇ, ꜰᴏᴏʟ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴡɪᴄᴇ⛦˙♱⋆♱˙⛧

i am not copying anything since i am the original creator of babydoll, my n1ght4ngel account just got deleted, but thankfully i was able to upload the previous chapters on archive of our own this is chapter five of the black dahlia series, but you can begin to read from here :)

summary - you had ghost fooled and you know you will pay.

18+ daddy kink.

“Let me go with you,” he said as he pulled himself up to his feet, it had been two days since you had met with Fraizer and Ghost himself had to meet with his team-mates in a nearby pub the day after, you had figured that Ghost had been informed of the mission, had carried the intel that Task Force 141 would be teaming up with a group called the Black Dahlias.

You had been sure that they didn’t share your identities because that would’ve meant that Ghost would’ve been aware of your association with the Black Dahlias, and that would’ve led into an awkward and intense conversation.

“You don’t need to go with me to pick up female essentials,” you smiled, ever since you had returned from your meeting with Fraizer, you had been behaving oddly, you did bring back groceries like you have said you would, but as the observant man Ghost had been, he had identified the cold look in your eyes as you had put the objects away.

“Hm,” he grunted, “maybe I just want to spend some time with you before I go away,” he shrugged and thoughtful you had pressed your lips into a thin line before you shrugged in approval. “Don’t know how long I’ll be gone Babydoll,” he shared, “but I’ll be thinking of you every day.”

“Already thinking of the future,” you smiled while the two of you exited your home. “I’ll be by your side, don’t worry.”

One more day until Ghost finally knows who you really are and you could feel your anxiety rise every second, the way he would look at you, it would appear as if he’d knew, but he would eventually say something following after that makes it come off as if he was oblivious to the fact that you were a mercenary and a spy.

To ease your anxiety, you would pull yourself to his lap and guide him into fucking you, you’d ride him like there’d be no tomorrow and currently that’s what you had been doing, to make him less suspicious whenever you appeared like you were hiding something from him. It was bad enough when he had his mask on, so all you would feel was his two piercing eyes examining you, but it was worse when he didn’t have his mask on.

Bare, his face would seem like it was deciphering something, and that was when you’d pull him into a kiss, and pull yourself on top of his lap and gently rock your covered cunt against his length, he’s so easily turned on, so when his size would stretch your sex, he would dive himself into an obsession of fucking his cock up your cunt, his pretty face knitted in a pleased frown while the pad of his fingers would dig into your buttocks, bouncing you up and down his size.

 “Simon, right there!” You whimpered, “ah, you feel so good!”

“I know Babydoll,” he grunted, “so tight around me, bounce on my cock, just like that Babydoll,” he whined, his length twitching inside you, but stubborn, he would hold his load back, edging himself into a plethora wickedness. He would lean his head back, his raspy whines lewd as he would buck his length into you, the head of his shaft licking the soft sponginess of your heat, and compact, your sex would tautly wrap itself around him. “Hold yourself back,” he demanded and tense, you bit down your bottom lips.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as slick love droll would trickle down your chin, desperate to cum but punished by the large man who had sat beneath you. Yet, eventually, with a few more humps, Simon would bring his face closer to yours, his tongue licking your lower mouth before capturing the rest of your lips into an enticing embrace, the kiss strong and passionate as he would continue to buck his hips upwards, his cum eventually quick and warm, coating the softness of your walls with his sticky load. “Oh Babydoll,” he’d whisper, his eyes soft with pure affection and desire.

His hands now at each side of your hips, aiding you into a climatic high, his length still hard and eager for the hearth of your cunt, his lower lips tucked behind his teeth, the expression on his face so provocative and seductive that you could feel the heat of your sex become even more damp intensely. “Daddy,” you shakily breathed out, your hardened nipples printed against your shirt and your bud stinging with arousal, your moans now racing into a higher pitch as you could feel yourself drown into a puddle of peak, your orgasm coating around his size merging with his nectar.

Breathy, you had felt your body gently collapse against his, your face dipped into the crook of his neck. “Your libido has been crazy these days,” he smirked.

“Maybe it’s because I already missed you,” you smiled.

It was the day and you had been averse of what was to come, you had been informed Task Force 141 had been travelling to the Black Dahlia base and you had been teased by Fraizer who had pointed out how you’d been playing with your fingers.

Your closest team-mate AJ who you had been guilty for not being in contact with had been by your side, you two had been brought into the Black Dahlias together and had trained side by side, AJ was an excellent fighter, and was good at the avail of a sniper.

You were a bomb specialist, excellent with guns and had excelled hand-to-hand combat. You were able to make explosives with objects people wouldn’t expect to be bombs, thus that’s how you were able to eliminate high political figures with no suspicion being directed to you.

Your most special creation was a sticker implant, had been the size of a pill and transparent, all you had to do was touch someone, stick it against their skin and with a press of a button they would detonate. Due to you being a skilful asset, Argent, the captain of the entire crew had never wanted to let you go, amongst other eccentric reasons.

“Call me Soap,” and immediately you had been broken out of your train of thoughts, you had heard the name Soap before, you had remembered Simon complaining about him, “think I’ve seen you before,” he hummed and immediately you had felt all eyes fall on you.

Ghost hadn’t been there, so you had played with your fingers, pondered where he might’ve been. “Me?” You asked and sure, Soap beckoned his head.

“You have a pretty distinct face,” he replied and humoured, AJ cocked both of her eyebrows, infatuated with what he had meant.

“Hook-up culture, Blade?” AJ questioned and immediately you had scrunched your face.

“No, never seen him before,” you shrugged and stubborn the man had examined you once again.

“Hm, does he know you’re one?” Soap asked and reticent you had nibbled on your bottom lip, nervous before you shook your head. “The rest of the crew are waiting; Ghost is out there.”

Silent, you had placed your hands against your hips. “You’re telling me you’re with Ghost and you’ve never told me?” AJ asked and embarrassed your eyes had fell to your feet.

“Enough talking about my love life,” you muttered, “We have a mission to do.”

You could feel his eyes burn into the back of your head the moment you entered the vehicle, there had been many transportations, some Black Dahlias and 141 Soldiers pushed into one of each, and with luck playing with your face, as per usual; you had been stuck in the vehicle with Soap and Ghost, fortunately with AJ by your side.

Though, it didn’t make you feel better that you had Fraizer in the driver’s seat, who would undoubtedly instigate a heated conversation between the two of you. The Humvee had been silent, awkward glances being shared between you and AJ and sometimes Soap who could feel the anger radiate from Ghost’s essence.

You had him fooled.

He had left earlier than you, he had expected you to be at work, as you said, but the moment Ghost had left your premises, you had sent Coco to Jasmine who was willingly open to take care of your pet. An hour later you had made way to the Black Dahlia base and not the 9-5 job Ghost thought you had been occupied in.

He had thought you were a civilian, protected from this area of work, but once again, you had fooled him. A whole side of you he was unaware of, people have their secrets, he knows that, but this data was something he had wished you had spoken to him about.

So, he could avoid this rush of emotions that had poured through him, he had hated what he had felt, and this was all because of you, because you were a lying femme fatale, distracting him with your beauty and sex, and like the fool he was, he didn’t question your odd behaviour, your intense need to keep simple things away from him that would lead into bigger commodities.

He was foolish, and you had him outfoxed, and when the time was to come, he’d be eager to show how deceived and misled he had felt.

to make things less confusing, babydoll from the text messaging series is the same babydoll here, the text messages series is before everything in the black dahlia :)

[aneacc]

A Commission for @darkrighteous, they wanted a Golett and a Golurk surrounded by black dahlias. I just love them, because when HM were thing, back in my days 😅, I just loved the idea of Flying on one, and even now, that we don't need them for flying, I still keep one in my team because its friend shape <3

[foreverdreamingkiki]

"What a pretty flower, isn't it, Kieran?"

"Yeah! It is pretty."

"From what I remember, it's called a 'dahlia'. Here."

"Huh?"

"Something about them reminds me of you so I'm giving it to you!"

"Ah- uhm, thank you (though I don't think putting it in my hair was necessary)! H-here. I think this reminds me of you!"

"Oooh, a violet! I mean I guess that makes sense."

"You know why?!"

"Duh! My eyes, silly."

"Oh, right. Hehe."

.

.

... Hm. I fell asleep on the ground again.

I guess I've been a little more tired than usual, even a little more stressed.

Perhaps I should start logging down how I feel along with my thoughts! That might help.

[oharamwah]

♡☆— a secret ? : your life-long partner has been keeping a big secret from you about his career. → 2.3k

read pt. two → it’s not a onsie

husband!miguel o’hara x fem!reader

contents : au!miguel, florist!reader, sliiiightly ooc (he never had gabi), slight gore? (i kinda just describe injuries miguel has),

posted july 22nd - to be edited !

© oharamwah , please do not steal my work

like any other day, you sat in your living room mindlessly listening to the tv blaring a brain frying romance reality show. you already ate dinner, though today you ate alone. despite the tv playing and the dishwasher running, the house was quiet.

‘he’s usually home by now, this is the fourth time this week.’ you thought.

your husband, miguel, worked at alchemax, the biggest scientific research company in all of new york. he was always so dedicated to his job, always giving it his all, but you are his wife. he always made time for you. you are his world. right?

##

new york, new york - 2089

6:03 pm : you run a small floral shop in new york right on the edge of broadway street. flowers are your favourite thing in the world — they’re so beautiful without even trying. you sat down, ready to take your first break of the day. a bad storm had hit the city the previous night and completely ruined your outdoor setup. what used to be a lovely arrangement of wooden shelves bathing in different floral collections you gardened became a mess of buckets, paper wrappings and loose flower petals. so, you spent the entirety of the day cleaning up and gathering the remains of your flowers.

you dusted your hands off on your apron and collapsed into your chair, a deep sigh following after. you closed your eyes and settled into relaxation, but suddenly..

door chime

your eyes jolt open. ‘seriously? the shop is open all day and no one comes in until now?’

you got up anyway. before your eyes at the entrance of the shop is a man. a tall man, nearly as tall as the door itself. he must’ve had to crouch to get in. he had messy brown hair, reddish-brown eyes, and a small scar on his left cheek.

you greeted him sweetly as he walked towards the counter and flashed a handsome smile, his canines slightly pointy. “evening,” he said politely, leaning one elbow on the counter. “i need a bouquet.” he said. duh. “well, you came to the right place,” you replied. “what kind of flowers are we looking for?”

the man thought for a second before sheepishly asking for advice.

“actually, they’re for my mother. i’m not very good at flowers or gifts, but it’s her birthday tomorrow.”

you gawk at this. ‘awww how sweet. does this mean he’s on the market??’ you thought. “oh, well, do you know her favourite colour?” you ask. “hm.. i know she likes pink. and yellow.”

you nod and walk past the counter, past the tall handsome man, and take a look around the shop. you come across a patch of pink dahlias and an idea pops into your head.

“might i suggest these lovely things? they make lovely centre pieces in assorted bouquets.” you say, your mouth curving into a smile as you make eye contact with the beautiful stranger. he smiles back. you hold up one of the flowers and he takes it into his hand, inspecting it as if it were some oddly creature — it was a flower. he rose the flower to his nose to smell it and his eyes closed in delight. he opened his eyes and looked into yours. ‘god his gaze is intense.’

“perfect.” he said with a small smile.

he had a certain look to him. not skeevy, not overbearing, he just looked good. now, not in an attractive sense (although that was definitely something that was on your mind) but in a human way — something about this man and his demeanour screamed “i’m a good man with a good heart who loves deeply.”

and at the time, little did you know, but the man thought nothing less of you. he knew for certain the second he saw you: that first visit to your floral shop would not be the last.

##

by the time miguel got home, it was already 4 o’clock in the morning. to say you were upset was an understatement.

yes, you were still awake, but only a little. you lay in bed scrolling on your phone as your eyelids weigh down on themselves, your brain fighting to keep them open. the idea of making sure miguel got home safe was the only thing keeping you up. and then, you hear the familiar sound of the door unlocking, followed by the kicking of boots and the dropping of a briefcase. miguel grunts.

in this moment you are livid. your husband has come home late in the past, yes, but never this late. before you know it, you’re on your feet again, awake as ever.

“miguel?” you call out as you leave the bedroom. the more you near the front door, the more you hear him panting. you get closer, and there he is. your husband is leaning against the wall, his scrunched up face showing nothing but pain. he has a few blood stains on his shirt, his hair is a disheveled mess, and the entirety expresses a deep exhaustion.

“oh my god, miguel,” you say in a sigh, rushing to him, your heartbeat picking up with every second. you grab onto his shoulders to support him from falling. “miguel, dios mío what happened to you??” you pleaded. “y/n,” he said in an exhale, “you should be asleep, my love.”

you couldn’t believe him. first, he comes home late. second, he’s clearly injured. and third, he’s completely ignoring the fact that he is injured.

“miguel..” he refuses to look at you. he can’t. “miguel look at me.” you say sternly, your voice slightly louder than normal.

miguel is convinced that in your entire marriage, and in the whole 11 years of you two knowing each other, you never raised your voice when you don’t have to. parties? sure. calling miguel down for dinner? of course. but when you’re upset with him? never.

miguel looks up at you, breathing heavily. his eyes are worn and weak. in this moment, he feels ashamed.

“what happened, miguel?” you said in a whisper, cupping his face in your hand. “who hurt you..” your other hand reaches his chest, his quick heartbeat along with the warmth of his skin seeping through his blood stained shirt. your faces were inches away, miguel could feel your breath on his nose. he only looked at you.

“miguel, please. talk to me.”

by now you were more desperate than upset with him. all you wanted was to make sure he was okay. you and your husband aren’t the kind to keep secrets from each other. anything and everything about yourselves, the other could recite the fact in their sleep. so what happened this time? what’s been happening this week to make miguel think he had to hide and come home at ungodly hours? let alone covered in his own blood?

you reached for the buttons of his shirt and slowly undid them, and what was revealed shattered you. miguel’s chest was painted with scratches, and one big gash right across the middle. he could only look down with embarrassment. it was hard for him to know you were seeing him in this state.

the most that’d happen to him at work is a small cut on his hand that he’d play off as a paper cut, or even red eyes that he’d blame on being around too many chemicals. he was your strong husband, your miguel who never felt any pain, or showed it. him being this vulnerable infront of you made his heart clench. he never wanted you to see, to know. but this was inexcusable. he knows today is the day.

“y/n,” he said, breaking his silence. “cariño.”

he looks at you, for the first time in what felt like hours.

“i haven’t been good to you, and i know that.” he admits. “and i know that i’ve been coming home late, and dismissing your concerns when i do,” he takes your hand and gently holds it. “miguel-“ you start, but he interrupts you.

“my love, i hope you know i mean well. i only want to be good to you.” he assures you, almost begging for you to hear him out.

“i know that baby but-“ “but today is different, i know.”

you’re at a loss for words. on one hand, you’re extremely confused; where on earth is he going with this? but on the other hand, all you want is to kiss him, clean him up and go to bed.

“mi reina, i haven’t been 100% truthful with you. about my job.” he states. “i..”

miguel pauses, trying to think of the tamest way to tell you the truth without sugar coating it. “you..?” you say, getting impatient.

“i’m not just a scientist at alchemax.” he looks at your lips and back into your eyes. “what, you’re a shitty hit-man too?” you say, half joking, half serious. ‘dios bueno is going on..’ you think. “no.” he says in a sigh, “no i’m.. i’m..” “what is it miguel please..”

and then he says it.

“i’m spiderman.” he looks at you.

“you know, that guy that’s always on the news?”

“oh.. you’re.. you’re… are you serious?” you let go of him. miguel nods. he isn’t surprised, he knew this wasn’t easy information digest.

the news stories didn’t exactly show is best side either. sure, he helped people, but he’s killed people too. out of malice? no, definitely not. but for the sake of the civilians? give or take a few. and miguel knew exactly what you thought of vigilante types.

“i just wish they didn’t hurt anyone at all,” he recalled you saying one evening. “this spider guy would be a lot better in my eyes if he just saved a kitty stuck in a tree once in a while.” to which miguel would get defensive and argue that “maybe he’s doing his best not to hurt them, honey.”

it all started to make sense.

“please let me explain.”

“explain..” you say in disbelief. “oh yeah take a minute to explain this huge secret you’ve been hiding for how long?!” you exclaimed. here comes the anger once again.

“y/n, please just hear me out.”

you look at his face, and then at his wounds, and suddenly you remember who you’re yelling at.

he was stupid to lie to you. really stupid. but you love miguel, you’ve loved him since you met him that one evening in ‘89. so you cross your arms and stay quiet.

“i wanted to tell you, my love. i did. and i should’ve. but.. you just don’t understand.”

“understand what, miguel?” you ask, so quietly you’re almost certain he didn’t hear. your heart hurts.

“i kept this from you to keep you safe.” he explained, and you scoff. he can’t be serious.

“miguel-“

“i know you, cariño. i know that if you knew, you would find a way to get involved and end up getting hurt. i could lose you.” he takes a step forward and reaches out for your waist, pulling you closer. you give in.

“i’m involved regardless, miguel. i’m your wife.” you explain, desperate to show him that you care. “we’re supposed to be a team, remember?”

you’re looking up at him with teary eyes, the same eyes that miguel fell in love with years ago. miguel’s got many weaknesses with you, but your eyes have proven themselves fail proof. the way you’re looking at him makes his entire brain go fuzzy.

miguel sighs. he knows you’re right. all of a sudden, his shoulders feel 10x heavier with all the guilt he’s carrying.

“you’re..” you pause. you have to think.

“you’re spiderman,” you whisper nervously, “but you’re my miguel first.”

miguel is taken aback by this. the anger he expected, but this? he did not prepare for.

“i don’t want you to feel as if you have to hide who you are.” you gently trace the scar on his cheek. “if this is who you are,” you say, gently touching around his injuries, “i still love you miguel.”

the weight on his shoulders is lifted. he knew you loved him, but the confrontation inevitably led him to think that might not last.

he sighs, “i just don’t want to let you get hurt, my love. i could never forgive myself if i did.” he looks at you longingly.

“if i promise to stay out of it,” you grab his hand, “to stay as far away from all the danger you face..” he gives you a sorry look. “would you just trust me?”

“i love you y/n, i do trust you. you are my entire universe and more.” his usually furrowed eyebrows are softened and his heartbeat had calmed down. “and i.. i’m sorry for not telling you. for making you feel like i don’t trust you. i really do,” he leans his forehead against yours. you can feel his breath again, but this time, it’s breaths of relief.

“i forgive you, miguel.”

his eyes are deep, but you’re close enough to see that his pupils dilate at the sound of your mercy. miguel felt his body regain strength, rejuvenating itself. he leaned in to kiss you softly, so soft in fear that if he was too rough then you’d crumble away and disappear. the kiss was gentle and loving, but the feeling that lingered after was begging for more.

your eyes remain gazing at only each other and you both smile wistfully.

“whaddya say we get you cleaned up and in bed,” you say, comfortingly rubbing his shoulders. miguel chuckles.

“only if you’re gonna help me,” he said, looking at you in a way that showed he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

you jokingly roll your eyes, smiling.

“lead the way, mi héroe.”

spanish glossary :

dios mío - oh my god

dios bueno - good god

cariño - my dear, sweetie, honey

mi reina - my queen

mi héroe - my hero

[lale-txt]

my turn hehe

maybe florist au and accidental eavesdropping with naoya? 👀

Bas! now that's a fun combo (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)◞

➳ Florist AU + Accidental Eavesdropping 

Coming from a line of florists serving the Zen’in clan, it was a given that eventually you’ll fulfill the role of the one in charge of the flower arrangements in the huge estate. They paid well and there were never any complaints about your family’s work, but there was something just so unsettling about this clan and their quarters. As if there’s always a pair of eyes on you, watching you from the shadows; it makes you feel like prey. Then there’s their heir with that foul mouth of his, never missing a chance to talk you down; he never touches you, he doesn’t have to, his sharp words and mocking gaze enough to make something within you crumble. You’re not sure if it’s your patience or your resistance.  One night you’re especially busy, preparing a room you’ve never been in before with huge bouquets of black dahlias. It’s an odd flower to be requested given its meaning, but you’re not one to ask questions–you learned young that sometimes it’s better not to know. You weren’t given any details about the occasion for preparing this room, but in the back of your mind you can’t help but think it looks almost like a ritual in the making. That’s when you hear it, quiet and hushed through the paper-thin walls, the voices of the heir and his father–something about ”watching a flower wilt” and “a possible vessel”--and without grasping the full context it makes your skin crawl. Run. Yeah, you should run. Except when you turn on your heels you’re facing Naoya, his face awfully close to yours, his smirk almost maleficent.  “You heard that, hm? Come on then, run. Try it. Poor little thing, aren’t ya?”

❦ fanfiction trope mash-up ask game!