#the smallest scary to ever scare...

[miniseokminnies]

slow hands —- b.sk

♡ pairing: boo seungkwan x fem!reader ♡ theme: established relationship, pwp ♡ wc: 1k ♡ warnings: 18+ MDNI, dry humping, sub!seungkwan, switch!reader, pet names (baby), WHINY SEUNGKWAN, unprotected piv sex (that's a no no) ♡ a/n: happy birthday @seungkw1!!! payback from the biggest cuties g to queen boosadan ily!!!

It was Seungkwan’s idea to take things slow, not that you minded. The two of you had only been dating for a little over a month and you agreed early on that you were content to just enjoy each other’s company. You were happy with that, as long as you got to be around him and kiss him and his adorable face from time to time. 

It was also Seungkwan’s idea to watch a scary movie this afternoon. You were all for it, you loved this stuff, but as the movie went on it became abundantly clear this was not up his alley at all. 

You sat side by side on his couch, he had his hand casually on your thigh, the smallest amount of skinship. However, every time something scared him, which was often, he would squeeze the meat of your thigh. His lithe fingers splay over your skin and contract as the murderer on screen hunts the main character down. 

Now, you were all for taking it slow, just how he wanted it, but when he is kneading your skin you couldn��t help squeezing your thighs together in search of some kind of relief. It’s not your fault he had a vice grip and some of the prettiest fingers you had ever seen. 

You stole a glance at him out of the corner of your eye and he had his eyes screwed shut. He was still squeezing your leg when you decided, fuck it. You weren’t going to go very far but you absolutely had to do something.  

You turned toward him and slowly began to plant kisses on his jawline. He popped one eye open and attempted to look at you. 

“What are you doing?” He mumbled, his voice a bit uneven. 

“Is my baby scared?” You whispered between kisses. He made a strangled noise in the back of his throat. You shuffled closer and continued your path down his neck. His hand left your thigh and tangled in your hair. You hesitantly moved to kiss his full lips and he drank you in greedily. 

His lips moved against yours with fervor as he dragged you into his lap. You caged his hips with your legs. His athletic shorts left little to the imagination and you had to resist the urge to rut against his hardening cock. Taking it slow, right? 

You swiped your tongue against his bottom lip and he granted you access. His tongue dipped into your mouth and licked against yours. Seungkwan whined at the taste of your mouth and you couldn’t take it anymore. You experimentally rolled your hips against his now hard cock, earning you a louder whine from him. He broke the kiss and looked up at you. 

“Do that again, please.” He begged. You looked down at him and ground down against him. Your twin moans filled the empty apartment. You continued to draw noises out of him. He looked like he could cum right there in his pants. He thought he might. 

“We should stop…” You whispered, your hips still moving, pleasure still mounting. His eyes snapped open. 

“Wh-what?” He sputtered at the cant of your hips. 

“We’re taking it slow, remember?” You stop your movements now, worried that you might’ve taken it too far. 

“Baby, please, don’t stop.” He whined. 

“I don’t want you to regret it” 

“What?” He looked at you seriously, “I could never, I want you.” His hands found your hips again. “Actually I need you.” His words and his gravely tone went straight to your core. You picked up your pace again without warning and Seungkwan made a strained sound. 

Your panties were sticking to your cunt at this point and Seungkwan could feel your heat through layers of clothing. 

“Baby, baby. Please” He whined. 

“Please what Kwannie?” You moaned. 

“Need you, want you wrapped around me, please” His eyes were screwed shut and his fingers were digging into the flesh of your hips. 

You made quick work of your own shorts and panties. Seungkwan looked up at you from the couch like you hung every star in the sky. You moved toward him and slipped your fingers into the waistband of his shorts and boxers. 

“You’re sure about this?” You asked earnestly. He nodded enthusiastically. With that you slipped his clothes off his waist. His cock sprang free, stiff and wanting. He was bigger than you thought he was, it made your mouth water. That’s a task for a different day. 

You climbed back on top of him and lined his tip up with your entrance. Slowly you sank down onto him. The stretch was delicious. He gave you a few moments to get used to the feeling of being filled by him. 

His cock twitched inside of you, reminding you to move. You lifted yourself almost off of him before sinking back down again. Seungkwan was a whiny mess before, now he’s completely lost to the feeling of your walls squeezing around him. 

“I’m not gonna last long.” Seungkwan said shakily. You continued your movements, feeling each drag against your walls. He began to thrust up to meet you and you became overwhelmed with pleasure. With every thrust the coil in your stomach wound tighter and tighter. 

Your legs were starting to burn but you didn’t care. You were so close. Seungkwan let out a strangled noise from beneath you and released hot white ropes inside of your cunt. You tumbled off the edge quickly after him, your vision turning spotty for a moment. 

You felt like you were on cloud 9. Seungkwan kissed you then, your mouth, your nose, your cheeks. His eyes drifted to where you were still connected, his cock twitching weakly from where it was buried in your cunt. 

“So much for taking it slow.” You teased. 

“It was well worth the wait.” He winked.

[unnerving-presence]

Hello! Can i get Albert wesker, Danny Johnson, and Ji-Woon with an S/O who likes to like to try to scare them, even in trials, they will try to find clever ways to scare them for fun, and their reasoning is just like "I love you, but it's funny if I get a reaction"

ofc ! this seems so neat ! first request from coming back from my big ass break hehe

yes i am aware that ghostface gif is not danny and is billy or stu. i just wanted to use a new gif this time :o

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Albert Wesker:

You will never scare this man.. but he thinks it’s cute when you try anyways.

Acts unamused but you can see the smallest smirk on his face. He can’t help himself sometimes..

“I almost didn’t hear you that time”

He’s a liar. He always hears you.

Scares you in return whether that be intentional or not. Of course he’s quite scary in trials with his quick dashes, but his scariness outside of trials comes from his odd ability to be more seen and not heard. That being said, he can’t even begin to count the amount of times you’ve jumped from him suddenly touching you out of nowhere because you couldn’t hear him coming up from behind you. Like where did he come from. WITCH 🫵🫵🫵

Don’t worry, he only tries to do that.. most of the time. But he most certainly makes up for it with his ramblings he’s saved just for you paired with his soft, subtle touch of his hand on your waist while you walk together.

Danny Johnson:

He probably encourages you to try and scare him. He’ll give you some pointers on how to be extra sneaky. Can’t help showing slight favoritism in trials though. You’re just trying so hard! He can’t help letting you off the hook a few times for trying to learn from him!

Over time you get so good at it that he has to be the one looking over his shoulder. He’ll never forget the time he was so in the moment of stalking a survivor without even knowing you were crouched in the tall grass right next to him. Almost made out with you right then and there for giving him a good scare. You’ve come so far.. he’s so proud 🥹

Might hand you the mask one day and ask you to hunt him down and see how stealthy you can be.

If he doesn’t spot you and you manage to sneak up on him he will both spare you next trial and absolutely go to town on you if he spots you. Best of both worlds >:)

Ji-Woon Hak:

Probably a bit more susceptible to being spooked, even if it’s just his eyes widening ever so slightly because where the hell did you come from.

He pretty quickly catches onto your little game though and makes it his goal to scare you first. You both don’t tend to scare each other much actually. He’s wearing bright clothing and you.. well he just actively searches out for you now. Not like he doesn’t want you to have fun but it’s also pretty funny to see how many times he can spot you trying to spook him.

You probably scare him on accident if anything. You ever play killer and get scared by a survivor popping out that you didn’t even know was there? Yeah that happens to him. Mid chase and boom. Survivor jumpscare. You said you loved him though so. He can’t be too mad that you got a laugh out of it

[radfemsiren]

Internet culture is so fascinating because everything is out in the open, so concepts that feminists have been trying to make the general public understand are now in plain sight.

Do you remember the Bentellect situation? If his name does not ring a bell, that’s very expected. He was a low level TikToker that would make terrible react content of himself reading out normie humor tweets and laughing like it was the funniest thing ever written. The second he got followers he started exploiting that to pressure women into sleeping with him… and they released his sex pest DMs, making him a laughingstock.

With all these allegations coming out repeatedly of Cody Ko, Dr disrespect, James Charles, Kris Tyson, Neil gaiman, etc of men using the smallest amount of fame to immediately try to sexually exploit women and children … I’ve heard so many apolitical “normie” types say the phrase “Wow how come the second men get famous they immediately use it to try to fuck anything that moves?”

Like we’ve seen hints of this displayed out in the open with 2000s celebrity culture, and watching famous men switch out their wives to younger women immediately, or commit worse crimes… but they had enough power and influence to hide their misdeeds. It’s really not like that anymore.

Aesthetically and optically, it’s so extremely different. The words men would say to women in the dark are now on a bright screen, beemed to millions of people in the blink of an eye. Imagine being able to tell feminists that in the past. That there would be undeletable evidence that can be accessed by anyone in the world of the way men would abuse women in private.

My friends and I were walking to a dancing club last night, and were followed by a man in his car. We got our phones out and shouted we have his face and license plate and he immediately sped away scared.

Imagine telling women of the past that? Imagine telling them there are communities of women laughing and jeering at these imbeciles. From the safety of their own homes too! God imagine going the past and telling your ancestors that you spend your lunch breaks or quiet evenings relaxing and eating, while laughing at subreddits like r/menwritingwomen, what a luxury we don’t even realize we have! Of being able to mock and criticize men. Of taking them down from their flimsy pedestal.

The internet is making everything all out in the open, and while it can be scary when misinformation and propaganda spreads, it makes me have hope too that truth will also have so much more undeniable evidence to back it up constantly, instead of dissenting voices being quelled in the past. It’s difficult to see the hard evidence of female oppression constantly, but at least it’s being acknowledged, it’s being seen.

[caracalla-dondus]

The Arena

Pairings: Caracalla/wife!reader, Caracalla & daughter

Summary: Caracalla brings his daughter to her first gladiator match.

Author's Note: I don't mention the daughter's age but she's probably in the toddler age range.

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The sun blazed high over Rome, casting its golden glow over the crowded expanse of the Colosseum. The deafening cheers of the crowd echoed a thunderous sound that seemed to shake the very stones of the arena. Dust and the scent of blood filled the air, and the clash of steel rang out below, where gladiators battled for glory or survival.

In the imperial box, beneath a shaded canopy, sat the ruling family. Caracalla lounged on his golden chair, his eyes bright with excitement. Beside him, his wife reclined gracefully in her seat, dressed in a flowing stola with gold threaded into her hair. But it was the smallest figure between them that held their attention, their little Severa, experiencing her very first gladiator match. Geta had mentioned that perhaps it was too soon for her to attend but Caracalla would hear none of it, too excited at the idea of sharing something he enjoys so much with his daughter.

She was seated between her parents, her tiny hands clutching tightly at her father’s arm, her eyes wide and unsure as they darted from the battling men to the roaring crowd, an unfamiliar sea of faces in the stands. The sounds were so loud, so strange, that her little shoulders trembled, and her bottom lip quivered.

Caracalla, noticing, softened his usual boisterous tone. "What is it little one? Are you frightened?" His voice, warm and oddly tender, but also filled with confusion at the idea of his daughter not enjoying such a show.

Severa's voice was barely a whisper, her eyes wide. "Loud…" she said quietly, her small fingers curling into the fabric of his toga. “It's scary.”

His wife glanced over with a soft smile. “It’s all right little one,” she said smoothly, brushing a stray curl from Severa’s cheek. “No one will harm you. You’re with us.”

Caracalla, ever eager to share his pleasures with his beloved daughter, tried to make her see the thrill. “Look,” he said, pointing to the sands below, “Do you see them? Those men are fighting to be champions. Only one will survive.” His voice carried a child's excitement. “The people cheer for the entertainment they provide. And soon you’ll understand that it’s more than just a fight. It’s a fun game.”

But Severa still didn’t share his enthusiasm or see the appeal. She flinched at the clash of swords, the grunts of pain, and the excitement of the crowd when a gladiator fell and she closed her eyes when blood began soaking the sand. Her tiny hands clutched tighter at her father’s arm, and a fearful whimper escaped her.

His wife’s brow furrowed slightly. “Perhaps she is too young,” she said, her voice touched with concern. Their daughter was always a more sensitive child, easily scared by little things.

But Caracalla, ever the child at heart himself, was undeterred. “No,” he insisted, his arm instinctively curled around the trembling child. “The first time is always the hardest. I cried the first time too.” He said matter of factly.

His wife arched a brow, amusement flickering in her eyes. “You cried?”

A sudden forlorn expression overtook Caracalla for a moment. “Yes and my father called me a disgrace for it.” His voice dropped, and for a brief second there was something despondent about him, something sad and lost in miserable memories. But then it vanished as quickly as it came and was replaced by that familiar boyish charm and smile. “But I learned and Severa will too.”

Severa’s lip wobbled as another roar shook the arena. She turned her face into her father’s chest, her soft voice muffled by his toga. “Don’t like it.”

Caracalla, his excited heart softening, exchanged a glance with his wife. With a sigh of disappointment, he pressed a kiss to the top of his daughter’s head. “All right my little one,” he said, his voice lowering into a rare, protective murmur. “No more. I suppose you don’t have to watch.”

He lifted Severa and sat her on his lap and faced her away from the arena, shielding her from the spectacle. One arm wrapped securely around her small form, and his other hand summoned an attendant. “Bring her something sweet: dates, honey cakes. Whatever she wants.”

His wife watched the exchange and felt a warmth bloom in her chest. “You’re soft for her,” she teased lightly, though there was no mockery in her voice, only a sweet observation.

Caracalla, his lips brushing his daughter’s curls that looked so much like his own color, smirked. “Soft? Perhaps.” His eyes glinted with amusement. “But only for her.”

The rest of the match passed with the emperor’s daughter nestled safely in his arms, her cheek resting on his chest, the terrifying world beyond fading away under his protection. And though Severa’s first visit to the arena had been a frightening experience, she felt safe. Because she was with them: her father, her mother, and that was all she needed.

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I wrote this fic because I wanted to show Roman parents being like "lol why is our toddler not amused by men getting murdered violently right in front of her??".

I meant to include more uncle Geta in this but he ended up only getting mentioned once because I wanted to keep this a short fic and I wasn't sure how to involve him more in this little scene.

I found the name Severa when I was browsing 'Roman female given names' on Wikipedia. It reminded me of Caracalla's father's name being Septimius Severus and idk why but it kinda feels in character that Caracalla would for some reason name his child after his abusive father. I also almost named her Antonia instead because the real Caracalla took on the name of Marcus Aurelius Severus Antoninus Augustus when he became emperor and I think movie!Caracalla would definitely name his child after himself in some way lol. I did not include her full name in the fic but in my mind it would be something like Septimia Caracallia Severa.

so TLDR: I put too much thought into this Roman name that I will probably only use once unless I decide to write more short stories about Severa

[kivino]

BIG GUY || SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY X GN!READER

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Word counter – ~1,8k

Tags/Warnings – Fluff, a bit of miscommunication and jealousy, nothing much.

Summary – Ghost takes a liking to the nickname you give him, but struggles to understand just how much he likes it.

A/n – I’m still struggling with my school projects so wish me luck, I made this instead of making a video for my language class lmao, enjoy! i’ll add the ao3 link a bit later.

upd. link added for ao3 enjoyers!

It didn't miss anybody, the way Ghost seemed more easygoing and light-hearted on certain days, letting recruits get away with a bit more than usual. Coincidentally, it was right after various interactions with you, be it training or sparring together, doing reports, moving some shit around the base, or just hanging out in the common room. Nobody could just figure out what it was about your interactions that lifted Simon’s spirits so high, which was notoriously hard, courtesy of how gloomy or menacing the man usually appeared. But the answer was quite simple, really.

“Thanks, big guy. Always a huge help.” Simon catches your small smile as you pat him on the shoulder and nods, barely containing his joy, he’d hate to make it too obvious. He was wearing a balaclava after all, and the smallest stretch of the fabric on his cheeks and around his mouth could easily give away how joy spread itself in his chest at the affectionate nickname.

Big guy. Big guy. Your big guy.

Nickname reserved only for him, exclusively from you. Of course, Ghost knew he’d be larger than your average soldier, and that regularly got acknowledged by others, but something about you calling him like this made it different. That pleasant warmth inside, which reminded him of the sun, or that stupid fluttering in his stomach, was…unusual to say the least. It made his mood better almost instantly, an interaction he eagerly, but silently looked forward to each day. Something about you calling him a big guy made his head spin, swimming in the endless clouds. Something Ghost hasn't felt in a long time and didn’t think he’d ever experience.

It was easy to let down his guard around you, you stripped him of the metaphorical armor just like this, with an effortless joke and that godforsaken pet name thrown in somewhere in the conversation. And just like that - Ghost’s low laugh rumbled in unison with yours, heart missing a beat when he looked into your eyes that sparkled with something unknown and captivating. It felt…good. New. And so fucking warm, Ghost felt like he was about to suffocate.

You were the newbie, your reputation preceded you but Ghost didn’t pay much attention to all the rumors swirling around on the base, like some suspicious soup in a boiling pot. He had better things to do. Like following you similarly to a lost puppy, maybe staring intently right at you with his huge brown eyes, if he was feeling brave. Or lingering somewhere around, just to make sure you’re adjusting alright. After all, all of you soldiers have to look out for each other, right? Right. Definitely.

It felt good to finally be able to just laugh and play around with someone, who didn’t seem scared shitless by his presence, mask and, well…everything about him, that seemingly drove people away. Not that he didn’t understand the reasoning for that – quite on the contrary. But you were probably just built differently, drawn to the weird, unappealing, and scary. Maybe Ghost should feel lucky that you were like that. And truth be told, he did. He liked it and he liked you.

Ghost could only hope that he lightened up the things for you the way you did for him. To ask and dig deeper would probably be too much, Simon could still feel that caution and tremble at the mere thought of trying to grow closer to you and spend even more time together. Like he’ll put a curse on you the moment he decides to open up a bit more and show you at least some inner workings of his mind on a more intimate level than just some stupid puns, or gossip and discussions about the way you spent your day. Although they were certainly pleasant, with you giving him a subtle, understanding smile from across the table, while steam from your coffee mug made it seem so domestic and wholesome like Ghost was in a dream. So, Ghost kept what little distance he could, despite his wishes, and hoped that you take your time and be patient with him.

That is until he overheard something that startled him, to say the least.  

“Well, your jokes are a bit too much for me, big guy.” You say, letting out a clear, loud laugh, as you patted Soap’s chest. Scotsman straightened up almost immediately in front of you, a proud toothy smile beaming on his face. Now Ghost felt like he just got punched in the gut, for some reason. Annoyed and on edge in a split second. But why? He truly couldn’t seem to pin down the reason for the surge of anger and something bitter in his chest, bubbling right under his skin.

It was probably nothing worth his attention. Just something weird with his body, exhaustion from the training, muscle cramps...or whatever it could be. In any case, running headfirst into dissecting his mind for something so small and minuscule? Ridiculous, really. Completely unnecessary. Of course, Simon knew that both you and Johnny weren’t saints, two rascals more like, but he had no obvious reason to feel this bitter stinging inside of him, that slithered and slipped around, followed by tightening of his throat and bobbing of his Adam’s apple. He swallowed loudly, trying to wash down that gross aftertaste on his tongue hours after he saw that interaction. And the fact that he couldn’t get it out of his head was telling enough, that he was, in fact, bothered by something.

So, Simon decided to do what he did best. Bottle it up. But then it just kept sitting in his head, that nasty feeling still eating him from the inside out. It didn’t help that he started seeing you talking with Johnny more often, while Simon unintentionally avoided you, still buried deep in his thoughts and contemplations about what caused him to feel the way he did. Of course, he couldn’t help but eavesdrop. And there you were. Laughing with him. Calling him “big guy”. Again. This only caused Simon to become more cranky and unfriendly, taking his frustrations out on poor privates who’ve never ran so many laps in their entire lives.

The only people Ghost was outright cruel and merciless to were his enemies. He wasn’t the friendliest guy, of course, but everyone noticed when the lieutenant who usually would crack jokes and dumb puns at the expense of others at most suddenly started to get annoyed at smaller mistakes more, using harsher words and overall look like he was down in the dumps. Nobody dared to talk about the subject though, so Ghost was left terrorizing the privates and recruits, having lunches in his office and avoiding areas where he knew you’d be at certain times of the day from your long talks before. Which, of course, didn’t help him to understand what was wrong at all.

So, all Ghost was left with were his own thoughts. He didn’t feel jealous of you interacting with other people before. You were never his, so he had no right for that at all. But there had to be something else that pushed Simon to where he was now, tired, unsatisfied, and craving at least a passing smile and a short “Hey there” from you. So that the two of you could sit down somewhere together, and you’d talk about some irrelevant nonsense, and then you’d open your mouth again and call him “big guy”. It didn’t feel fair that Johnny got to be called that. It was Simon’s nickname. From you. Wait-wait-wait, hold on a second.

The sudden revelation as to why exactly Ghost was feeling that way when he saw you talk with the sergeant hit him like a damn bus. Fuck, that is childish. Weird. God, Simon feels like a damn creep. Getting upset because of a damn nickname, way to fucking go, you oaf. This felt confusing. Irrational. Absolutely fucking stupid. To think that something that simple threw him off so easily. That’s human relationships for you. Now it felt like he needed even more time. Not to make it complicated. Not to hurt you and himself.

Regardless of his wishes, he didn’t have any more time to think when he was soon approached by you, a concerned frown adorning your face, along with a look full of sympathy and understanding. Ghost already dreaded the conversation that hadn’t even begun. And he wasn’t even the one reaching out first. Which makes it even more embarrassing.

“Hey, Simon. I have something I want to talk about with you.” You, bless your heart, probably thought something terrible happened in Simon's life when in reality he was just running away from you and his feelings like a whole wildfire was chasing him. The only correlation he could think of is dumb teenagers, which is…remotely fitting with his recent behavior. “I’ve noticed you’ve been kind of…avoiding me? Did something happen, or am I just overthinking everything?”

“It’s stupid, really. Nothing you should be worrying yourself about.” Ghost blurts out before he can even think. Great, now he can only tell you the whole truth, without the options to back out or lie. But it was truly so unusual for him because Simon never expected to get attached to a nickname and to you.

“Well, let’s hear you out. I won’t judge.” Again, with your perfect reassuring smile and your calming presence. Simon lets out a deep sigh, his throat itching from what is about to ensue. He knew he was going to embarrass himself, but he just couldn’t bring himself to lie. Which would’ve been so much easier, instead of baring his true feelings in front of you.

“Well, your nickname for me…You know what I’m talking about.” Simon’s tone is deep and gruff as he tries to conceal that uncertainty in his voice. You appear to be listening attentively, your eyes trained on him, head slightly tilted to the side, which makes his heart melt. You give him a confident nod at the mention of the nickname, and Ghost continues. “I want you to call only me like that. And I mean, only me” He can see your eyebrow rising, your expression more teasing than questioning. There we go, now you’re going to mock him or laugh at him. Just perfect.

“Sure thing, big guy.” A shudder runs down Simon’s spine from your words, a sweet, saccharine feeling immediately blossoming in his chest. Oh, he had no words to describe how hard he missed it. All his worries lifted immediately. You didn’t find it weird. In fact, from what Ghost could tell by your satisfied expression, it was quite the opposite of the reaction Simon initially expected. Which was extremely relieving. He would hate to lose your intriguing relationship to the miscommunication of his own making. “Could’ve just said that you wanted it reserved just for you.”

Oh, it wasn’t just the nickname that did it to him. But it’s a bit too early to tell you that.

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[regatoni1]

Smells Like Home

Inspired by @teletubbyinlipstick ! Let me know how y'all like it... if even one person says it's good I might make a little mini fic who knows ->

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It wasn’t supposed to happen this way, and there wasn’t supposed to be this many. 

It was supposed to be a cute situation, maybe standing on a down breeze while walking through the park and smelling them. 

I was supposed to be wearing a cute sundress and the bees were supposed to be buzzing and the butterflies flying.

Not me, hungover in my sweatpants, going to the corner store for some much needed energy drinks and catching a whiff of not one, not two, but four of the most delicious smelling alphas I had ever smelt. 

I knew, from the moment that one gust of wind hit my nose, that they were all somehow my mates. It wasn’t like they each had an individual smell, but a mix of scents that complimented each other.

They were each other, through and through. 

That’s how I found myself standing there, wide eyed, empty handed, staring at a group of the scariest four men I had ever seen. 

But they were staring at me too, looking just as bewildered as I felt. 

My heart was pounding in my chest and before I could take another breath of their sweet, amber scent, I shook my head and rushed into the shop.

I tried to collect myself. 

This. Was. Not. Happening. 

Not here, not like this. 

I spent way longer in the store than I should have, dropped the one drink I went in there to buy, and almost left it on the counter after I paid. 

They were waiting for me. 

I could feel it before I saw them, before I even left the store. 

I stood frozen, drink in hand and about six feet away from the door. 

“Is everything okay ma’am?” the cashier asked. 

It must seem like I was high, or scared. Maybe both.

I nodded, shooting him an unconvincing smile from over my shoulder. “Yeah, thanks!” 

Collecting my bravery, I walked out of the store. I couldn’t even hear the bell over the blood rushing in my ears. 

The hushed conversation between them stopped immediately. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fu-

“Hey.”

I froze. 

I was scared. 

Why was I scared?

Turning, I faced them. 

I take them each in. Different… but the same. 

Tall, muscular, so very alpha…

Three of them were standing in a little circle, one of them with his back against the wall and smoking a cigarette. 

My eyes were wide as I hesitated near them. 

Being this close was so overwhelming I couldn’t think straight. 

Their attractiveness, their aura, the smell. I was surprised my knees didn’t buckle right then and there. 

They had to be my mates, right? Maybe one of them was, and they were pack bonded? So it felt like all of them? 

Something was happening, because if these were just random people I would be running for the hills. 

They were all so scary. So intimidating. 

Every little thing about them screamed danger, and I was staring it in the eyes. 

I couldn’t see any weapons on them, but I knew they had them. These were men with enemies. They were also men who could, and probably had, killed with their bare hands. 

“Hi,” I blushed. I felt so juvenile.

One of them took a step forward. 

He looked like the oldest, maybe the leader? 

He had a beard that covered his chin, a little bucket hat that he just somehow made work, a tight shirt that strained against his chest as his burly arms crossed over it, and piercing blue eyes that I felt I could trust. 

It had to be him, right?

“You…” he trailed off, his eyes travelling down and back up my body. 

He licked his lips before he continued. “What’re you doing here?”

My mouth opened to reply, then closed. I glance at the can in my hand. He does the same. “Um… what do you mean?” 

He takes the smallest step forward, but stops himself. “My name’s Price. John Price.” 

I stared. Did he want me to respond? 

I glanced at the rest of the men standing behind him. 

They were all staring at me.

John continued to speak, a small and knowing smile on his face. “I think we all know what’s happening here, right?” 

I licked my lips nervously, a tic that did not go unnoticed. 

“I…”

I chided myself for the lack of confidence I displayed. 

Clearing my throat, I tried to continue. “Yeah. I think I might.”

“Good,” he nodded. “Then you understand that you have to come with us.”

I blinked once, then twice. My brows drew together. 

His words almost sounded like a threat, but he said them in a way that made me feel like he was just right, that there wasn’t any other way to go about it. 

Again, my mouth gapes before making noise. “What?” 

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Taunting Ghosts 👻

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Two idiots go ghost hunting, and it backfires. That's it. TW: bad jokes.

I know it looks scary, but I promise it's not. I was cracking myself up while writing it lmao

The ask is here!

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"Did we really have to fly all the way to fuck-knows-where in Spain for this?" Leon groaned in annoyance, one hand stuffed in his pocket, the other holding a flashlight as the both of you made your way deeper into the woods.

You rolled your eyes.

"I don't know if you know this, but ghosts don't exactly have a knack for phones. Or international flights."

He grumbled something illegible in response, continuing to follow you.

Ghosts, spirits, demons and the like had always spiked your interests. The ever wavering question whether there was an afterlife pulled at your brain. You thought maybe you'd convert to a religion to have your question answered, but never in a million years did you think you'd pick up ghost hunting.

It's a fickle thing, ghost hunting. The large amount of fake content for views made it hard to decide whether you wanted to believe in entities or not. You had to try for yourself. To quench the thirst for knowledge.

That's how you ended up here. In a deep woods in rural Spain, searching for evidence that the biggest local legend was ,in fact, not just a story.

It had huge impacts on the superstitious locals, keeping them from the heart of the forest.

It's said that an ancient cult inhabited these woods, performing rituals and sacrifices to appease their God.

All that is known about the cult is that they called themselves "Los Illuminados" and often used insect and hive imagery. A swarm that could only survive together. Should even the smallest fly fall out of line, it would mean the terrible demise of the entire cult.

The reason why you were here, however, was to investigate a particular event that supposedly occurred.

The cult craved more influence, their following never enough for the ambitious leader. In an attempt to gain followers, they took the daughter of the chief with the biggest village.

They'd planned to indoctrinate her and send her back, hoping she'd influence her father enough to teach their ways. The girl, however, was resistant and fought them every step of the way. In the end, to spare them any more trouble, they sacrificed the poor girl.

It's said that she stumbles aimlessly around the woods, crying and weeping to find her way back home. Uncanny wails have been reported by the locals, saying they came deep from the forest. Not only that, but low moans and groans that shook the trees supposedly stemmed from the followers, patrolling the woods in search of their leader who had abonded them for his own selfish reasons.

Leon gave you an unimpressed look as you told the story.

"A bug cult? That kidnaps people? A bug cult?" He asked skeptically, his brows raised.

You huffed, shoving at his arm.

"It's not a bug cult. They were firm believers of the hivemind. Although I think they took that a tad bit too literal." You answered, your nose scrunching up.

As much as Leon didn't believe in any of this ghost crap, he did enjoy your little adventures. Even if they were at night after you'd dragged him to some abondend asylum or something of the sort. He loved seeing you so passionate. Your belief also meant that you had immense

respect for ghosts and spirits, which ended up with you being very jumpy and scared at times. Leon didn't mind. He could play the heroic protector, having his arms wide open for you to shield you from any evil. He indulged you, too.

Going along with your theories and agreeing with you when the all common question of 'did you hear that?' inevitably came up.

He was a good boyfriend, after all. The best, actually. Always insisting he carry your bag filled with all of your gadgets and devices.

From spirit boxes over candles, salt, and bundled herbs to thermal cameras and Ouija boards. It was all safely stored in the backpack slung over his shoulder.

Dry sticks and leaves crunched under your shoes as you went deeper into the forest, illuminating the way with your flashlight.

You stopped in your tracks and turned around to face Leon.

"Oh, would you do me a favor and take this a little bit seriously? I don't need angered spirits on my plate, too."

"I don't what you're talking about, babe. I'm like a super legit ghost hunter." He scoffed jokingly.

You rolled your eyes, but the hint of a smile that tugged at your lips wasn't missed by him. Leon held his flashlight in all different directions, taking in the woods.

"You know, this is actually a pretty good spot if you wanted to start a cult." He mumbled.

You perked up, eagerly turning to face him once again.

"How so?"

"It's isolated enough so you won't be discovered, but it's not too far away that it would cause significant suspicion if a group of people would come from here. Either to indoctrinate or potential supply runs. It has some memorable spots, something that would help with remembering the way but would be of no meaning to outsiders." He explained.

Your face lit up as you listened to him carefully.

"That's fascinating-"

"Oh, and the bone crosses that were hung up on trees that I've been keeping track of."

Your expression fell.

"WHAT?!"

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

After Leon had gotten an earful from you, you were heavily fixated on the bone ornaments he'd mentioned.

He led you to one, shining the light on it. You examined it, pulling out a little book and putting down a quick sketch of it.

The ivory, although darkened and withered, stood out against the dark and rough bark of the tree.

"You said you saw more of these?" You asked in a mumble, eyes trained on the bone in front of you.

"Yep. All along the path we went down."

"Interesting... Oh! What if they used them as-

"-trail markers?" Leon smirked, watching as you grumbled something about him being a know-it-all little shit.

"But it's brilliant! A clear sign for the followers but due to the beliefs of the locals, none of them would've dared to step past a tree marked with a bone cross..." you mumbled in amazement, a smile spreading on your face.

Leon smiled at you adoringly.

"My clever little know-it-all." He teased with a grin which earned him a huff and you sticking out your tongue at him.

You gazed a little longer upon your, well Leon's discovery, a strange and eerie aura making it hard to avert your eyes. Leon mirrored your actions, not taking his eyes off it as a silence fell between the both of you.

A gentle breeze was combing through the thick canopy of leaves, their rustling the only sound echoing through the woods.

After a moment, Leon broke said silence.

"Should I touch it? I kinda wanna touch it."

Your eyes widened, and your head snapped towards him. "Leon, no, no do not touch the-"

"I'm gonna touch it."

"NO, Leon, don't you dare touch that cross-"

Your warnings were for naught as his hand was already reaching out. Before you had any chance to stop him, his fingertips came dangerously close to brushing against the bone.

He couldn't make contact with the cross, however, because just as he was millimeters from touching it, it fell to the ground.

You let out a loud shriek, startled, your hand slapping over your mouth. Leon flinched slightly but regained his composure quickly.

He had to hold back a snort at your reaction, instead deciding to wrap his arms around you from behind and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"It's alright, sweetheart." He murmured into your hair.

"I swear to god, if we're cursed now I'll kick your ass." You said sharply, staring at the now broken pieces of bone that somehow still formed a cross as they laid scattered on the ground.

Leon scoffed.

"We're not cursed. Besides, I'll protect you from any evil spirits."

Your expression softened and your heart swelled. How sweet of him. Ever the hero, putting your safety first-

"I've watched all the Ghostbusters movies."

"LEON SCOTT KENNEDY-"

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Despite the chill and unsettling feeling that sat deep in the pit of your stomach, you refused to give up your search quite yet.

You followed the markers even deeper into these haunted woods, hoping you'd find something at the end.

And find something you did. It was a large clearing, the moon fitting perfectly into the space of the trees when you looked up at the sky.

It was like they split just for her, asking for her light to shine down on them.

"Wow, look at this.." You beamed quietly, turning in every which direction.

What stopped your gazing was a large stone structure resembling an altar. It had a symbol carved into its front, only barely visible as it was obscured by moss and weathering.

"Oh shit, so they were real..." Leon mumbled, walking closer as he inspected the altar.

"There's always a bit of truth to a legend!" You smiled, pulling out your sketch book to draw the symbol, or what you could see of it.

You made sure to faintly sketch in any cracks and scratches. You wouldn't miss anything on this. You wouldn't let yourself.

"Ha! What did I tell you?" Leon beamed, breaking into a laugh as he pointed at something on the altar.

"It is a bug cult!"

There was a small colony of insects huddled together in the middle of the stone table.

"It is not a bug cult." You replied, unimpressed.

"What are you talking about? That one is clearly preaching a sermon." He argued with a serious tone, gesturing at one of the bugs being proped up on a small rock.

You looked at each other for a beat before Leon started cackling.

"He's not- it's an insect!" You tried to stay serious, but the idea of a tiny cockraoch indoctrinating even tinier cockroaches had made a mental picture appear in your brain.

It didn't take long before you, too, were in tears of laughter.

"Can- Can you imagine him having a robe and a little staff and everything?!" You wheezed, holding your stomach as your combined laughter bounced off the trees and into the night.

Leon was doubled over, steadying himself on the altar. You were gasping for air at that point, trying to calm you nerves with deep breathes. Your mistake was looking over at Leon when you'd thought you'd calmed down, only making the two of you break into another fit of laughter.

You were wiping tears from your lashline, inhaling sharply, determined to finally get it together again when you noticed streaks of deep crimson running down Leon's arm.

"Oh my god!" You gasped, rushing over to him.

"What the hell happened?! Are you okay." You asked frantically, inspecting his hand for any cuts or other injuries while wiping away the blood with your shirt.

Leon didn't move, only staring at his bloodied hand.

"Sweetheart..." he said lowly, making you look up at him with a concerned look and furrowed brows.

"This..." he swallowed before continuing," this isn't my blood." Leon stated quietly, keeping eye contact with you.

"What? But how could-" you chuckled breathily, your gaze drifting to his hand.

Your eyes widened as they fell to his arm that you were clutching, not a scratch in sight.

You looked back up at him with parted lips.

"Oh crap."

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[himetarts]

Hi! First off, I just wanted to say I really, really love ARV. Sterling has become my favorite person to romance and a hyper fixation at this point. He is just so babygirl that it just makes me scream at all of his dialogue. If it wasn't for the fact my farmer is 5'0, she would carry Sterling bridal style, over her shoulder, on her hip like a toddler lmao But onto my actual question, I found out that Sterling has a butterfly and hummingbird tattoo. I think I read that the butterfly tattoo is from when he started to recover from his substance abuse as like a symbol that he's changing his life like a caterpillar to a butterfly sort of thing. But I haven't been able to find if the hummingbird tattoo has a meaning. Or maybe it's just so explanatory that it doesn't need to be explained lol (So sorry if this has already been asked!)

It's because he's a WHORE. and he jumps from flower to FLOWER.

(I am pulled away exit stage left)

Sterling was never much of a kid who read, but he was an older brother (cousin, really, but he leaves the role of being a pedant to Henry) and that meant having to walk Gloria the few country miles from the farm to the library so she could.

She was one of those kids who derived pleasure from inane things such as *school* and *education* and had larger dreams than the stretch of horizon bathed by the orange glow of dawn at Cooper Farms. Sometimes she'd squint her eyes at the line where the sun went to hide behind the mountains, and Sterling could swear she could somehow see through stone and dirt all the way out to the city.

"Did you know the hummingbird is the smallest migrant bird?"

Sterling didn't know that. Sterling didn't know a lot other useless things either, like how many kilometers in a mile or how much resistance a chair could handle before it would tip over backwards. In a few minutes, Gunther would remind him once more to keep his feet off the table and the legs of the old, repurposed school chairs on the floor, but for now, he yet had a few minutes of freedom.

"Did you know you are the tiniest Cooper? Just a few years and it'll be official. Smaller than my aunt Mary, there ought to be a prize for that."

It wasn't even approaching one of Sterling Cooper's best retort, so the spine of the book to his stomach that stole his breath away was entirely warranted.

"Can you even feign being a little impressed?" "Birds travel together, Gloria." The chair snapped forward as he leaned in, fingers outstretched to pinch her nose in between two fingers. He was starting to sound like his uncle, unable to ramble about anything more than the importance of family sticking together when there'd never been even an ounce of warmth between the kitchen walls of their dining room. "They can do anything when they stick together."

Empty platitudes had only earned him that book spine slamming into fingers.

"Hummingbirds do not." Years later, Sterling would catch a midnight screening of Harry Potter on national TV and he'd hear Gloria's voice again in the echoes of Hermione Granger. It would drive him down the bottom of another six-pack of beer until Emma Watson's was reduced to nothing more than pleasant gibberish, far from the echoes of ghosts. "They travel alone, up to 500 miles at once. Even in spite of their size."

...

"Don't they get lonely?"

"It's just in their nature, Ster."

She was doing it again. That thing she did when she watched the horizon, arms folded over what would become her favorite book in years to come. That thing where she somehow understood the weight of the world, years before her older brothers would ever come to.

"It sounds scary."

The look she'd given him, all quick wit, raised brows and disbelief, had shamed him into silence.

"If the tiniest bird can travel all alone to fulfill its biological destiny, what do we have to be possibly scared of?"

"Little hummingbird." Sterling had snorted, trying to chase away the loss that would not come to fruition for years to come yet. "My uncle's going to beat you if he hears you talking like that again."

A small shrug. The weight of the world, of family, legacy, and expectation shaken off her shoulders.

"I think we could all be hummingbirds."

[allthingsimagines]

Multiverse Parenting

Summary: One day when you’re swinging around New York a little girl falls from a portal from the sky. She asks you to help her find her dad, but how are you supposed to do that when he’s the Spider-Man of a different universe?

Word Count: 6k

A/N: This was based off an idea a few weeks ago by @twentysomethingwereyote ! Thank you for the amazing idea!

Original request: “Gabriella gets teleported to Earth-1218 or one similar to it and it’s up to the reader to somehow access the multiverse to get her home.”

Part Two

It had been a fairly normal day until everything flipped on its head in Manhattan. You’d been Spider-Woman for three years now and everyday came with its challenges. Managing bills piling up and dealing with the bizarre villains that popped up.

That’s New York for you.

You’d been swinging around casually on your day off from work. You swung around the corner of the Empire State Building when suddenly you noticed a flash of bright colors in the middle of the sky. Your eyes widened, what the hell?

The sky was literally glitching out. Well, this was new.

Then a sharp scream rang out and all of your senses lit up. A little girl flew through the mess of glitching colors and straight toward the ground.

You dove off the side of the building without hesitation and shot towards her. You quickly grabbed her into your arms and held her tightly to you. You shot a web out quickly to the closest building and swung towards the roof. The girl clung to you tightly and sobbed. Your heart clenched at the sight, “Don’t worry, I’ve got you kid.”

You landed on top of the building and looked back at the sky to find the glitch that the girl had fallen out of was gone now. You set the little girl down as she continued to cry. She looked to be around ten and had brown hair pulled into a ponytail.

You bent down to her level and placed a comforting hand on her back and rubbed it to soothe her, “Hey, what’s your name?”

She sniffed and took a shuddering breath, “Gabriella.”

You realized the mask wasn’t helping you to calm her down since she literally just dropped from a hole in the sky. You took a moment to nervously ponder whether taking it off was worth it.

“Are-Are you like Spider-Man? My dad is Spider-Man in my ho-home,” She said, wiping her tears away.

You felt relief flood you as you resigned to take your mask off. You pulled it from your head and smiled at her, “Yeah, my name is Y/N. They call me Spider-Woman here.”

She nodded and you could tell the similarity between you and her dad helped her relax. You sighed at the realization that you had no clue how to get her home.

“What’s your dad’s name?” You asked her and she shuffled back and forth on her feet.

“Miguel O’Hara,” She said softly.

You’d definitely never heard that name before. You had no clue how to get to another dimension and it was going to take a lot of brain power to get this girl home.

You smiled gently at her and squeezed her shoulder. Her scared eyes looked up at you, “I know this is all scary and confusing. I’m sorry you ended up here, but just know that your dad is doing everything he can to get back to you.”

“My dad calls me ‘todo su mundo’ it means ‘his whole world’. I miss him a lot,” She said and her eyes filled with tears again.

“Gabriella, I’m going to do everything I can to get you back to your dad, okay?” You said, trying to comfort her as much as you could.

You held your hand up with your pinky out and you caught the smallest smile on her face as she nodded and looped her pinky around yours. You stood up and sighed, “I think you should stay with me until I can find a way to get you to your dad. I live with my Aunt May and let me tell you, she makes the best cookies ever.”

Gabriella smiled as she looked up at you, “Really?”

You beamed at her and ruffled her hair, “Oh totally. She’s the best cook in Queens. She’ll make whatever you want I swear.”

You pulled the mask over your head and picked her up on your hip. She wrapped her arms around your neck and tucked her head into it. You held her tightly to you and shot a web before jumping off and heading towards Queens.

You hoped to god Miguel O’Hara was out there looking for his daughter too.

Three years had passed since you’d had any experience of the multiverse. Gabriella was now fourteen and a sophomore in high school. She was an extremely bright girl and excelled in school and sports. She was the star soccer player and you and Aunt May always attended her games to cheer her on, well when you could with Spider-Woman business.

Your search for how to get Gabi back to her universe had never come up with any leads. She had literally just dropped from the sky, like goddamn Chicken Little. There was no Miguel O’Hara in your universe either for you to try to rely on.

You wanted her to get back to her dad as you could tell it still ate her alive not knowing what happened to him. But, she had also become like a daughter to you.

The superhero life didn’t leave much time for relationships. How many people on earth would ever be able to understand how much sacrifice and hardship it took to protect the city each day? But, that girl did.

She understood how much her dad, and now you, had to sacrifice to keep the city safe. She was a great kid and you were happy for her to be in your life.

You were in the midst of having a movie night with her. You lounged next to her on the couch as she leaned against your shoulder.

“So, they just decided to make dinosaurs ‘cause they could? Isn’t that a stupid idea?” She questioned and you laughed.

“That’s kinda the whole point. Humanity is bound to destroy itself if given the chance,” You said with a shrug.

“The dinosaurs are a genetic disaster. It’s wrong to bring them back,” She said with a smirk and you threw a hand over your heart dramatically.

“Woah! From a genetic disaster themselves that is rude,” You teased her as your watch lit up.

You had crafted a watch to track crimes and keep you updated on the going ons of the city. Much better than a walkie talkie. You pulled your arm out from behind her shoulders and checked the notification, “Santa mierda.”

Gabi pointed at you and grinned, “Aunt May would have your head for that mom.”

You stood up from the couch and swore to yourself as you rushed to change into your suit.

“What’s wrong? Mom?” Gabi questioned as you sped back into the room in your full suit.

“Goblins out. He’s supposed to still be stuck in a maximum security cell in the Raft. I’ve gotta go before he tears up Manhattan,” You said as you moved over to her and grabbed her shoulders gently.

You smiled at her and pressed a kiss to her forehead, “I love you mi ángel. I’ll be home when it’s done, but you need to stay here with May. It’s not gonna be safe in the city tonight.”

She nodded and pulled you into a tight hug. You sighed and rubbed her back to comfort her. You pulled away and smiled before pulling on your mask and rushing out the window.

You swung as fast as you could across the city. There’d been no reports of a break out from the Raft, so how the hell had he got free? You swung towards the Brooklyn Bridge as you saw bombs coming from the sight. You swore to yourself as you zipped towards the bridge and Green Goblin came into view.

What the hell? That was not the Green Goblin you knew.

He looked so weird. Almost like a devil or a guy in a strange Halloween costume. Either way that was not the guy locked up in the Raft.

“I don’t know who you are, but I already put one or your asses in the Raft,” You said as you swung towards him and landed a kick to his jaw.

He went flying and crashed into the wall behind him. He looked up and growled at you, “You’re not Peter Parker.”

You scoffed as you began to web him up, “No shit. Now can we hurry this up. I've got a movie night to get back to.”

You continued to fight this Goblin and you had him pinned down until you noticed a flash of bright lights above you. Your eyes widened as you noticed a portal opening up, just like the one that day.

“What the hell?” You said before Goblin shot a bomb at you and you flew backwards.

You smacked your head hard against the concrete and groaned, “It can never be easy.”

You pushed yourself up into a sitting position and watched three people come out of the portal. Your senses lit up and your head felt fuzzy until you realized that these people were Spider people as well. One woman rode in on a motorcycle, another came in with a guitar, and the last one was just an imposing man. They were quick to take down Goblin and contain him as you dusted yourself off and walked over. “So, are you guys Spider-Man too? I’m Y/N L/N.”

Goblin banged against his brightly colored cell as they turned to you. The woman smiled and folded her arms over her chest, “Yeah, I’m Jessica Drew. Spider-Woman too.”

She was very obviously pregnant and so much cooler than you. You grinned under the mask, “God it’s good to have another woman around. Y’Know basically all of my villains are guys. We gotta mix it up around here.”

She laughed at you and your eyes moved to the one with the guitar. He cocked his hip and chuckled, “Hobie Brown. Power to the people.”

You nodded and laughed, “I like it. Very anti-establishment of you.”

He nodded and folded his arms across his chest as your attention turned to the last one. He was a very tall and broad man in a futuristic blue suit. He stayed silent and you raised your brow, “What’s your name? Michael Myers?”

Jessica snorted and Hobie didn’t even bother to hide his laughter. The man grunted and folded his arms across his chest, “Miguel.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach. Miguel was a common enough name, but a Spider-Man named Miguel? You stepped closer to him, your heart pounding in your chest, “Last name?”

He obviously rolled his eyes even if you couldn’t see it with the mask, “What is this? An interrogation?”

You had hope that maybe he could be the dad your daughter had been searching for. You stepped closer and narrowed your eyes, “Last name.”

He stepped chest to chest with you and glared down, “O’Hara.”

You felt your heart stop and you stumbled back a few steps, “Holy fuck.”

You put your hands on your knees and closed your eyes as you tried to take calming breaths. This was your daughter's father. Gabi would have her dad again. You looked back up at him and rushed over and grabbed his arm, “Did you have a daughter?”

He physically recoiled at the question and stepped back, “What?”

No one had ever asked about his little girl. Few even knew that he had a daughter and now some random woman from a different universe was asking about her. Miguel glared down at you as his heart pounded against his chest.

You could practically see his defenses go up at your questioning, but you swallowed your fears and stepped towards him again, “Was your daughter named Gabriella? You called her ‘todo su mundo’.”

Miguel felt physically shaken by your words. His heart dropped to his stomach. There was no way. He’d seen her disappear from his arms. So, how did you know the nickname he had for his daughter?

Miguel rushed towards you and tightly grasped your arms,“How do you know that?”

You smiled under the mask and tears welled in your eyes at the knowledge that you had finally found her father. You grabbed his hands and squeezed them, “Because Gabi fell through a portal just like that three years ago. Your daughter is alive, Miguel.”

Miguel fell to his knees and began to cry. His daughter was alive and safe? He bent his head to the ground and clenched his fists as he tried to calm himself down.

You dropped to your knees next to him and placed a hand on his back and rubbed it, much like you’d always done for Gabi, “I’ve been taking care of her as my own for the last few years. You’d be so proud of the girl she’s grown up to be.”

Miguel sat up as he took deep breaths and he lifted his head to meet your eyes, “Thank you, for taking care of her.”

You smiled at his words. Gabi had been the best to ever happen to you. You sniffled as you did your best to hold your own tears back, “I’m grateful for her everyday.”

Miguel let out a shaky breath before he pushed himself to his feet. You quickly stood up and had to crane your neck to look up at him as he asked, “Can I see her?”

Your heart broke at the sight of him. This was a man who had clearly never stopped looking for his kid and he wanted her back. You looked around at the disaster around you and sighed before you met his eyes again, “I think it’s best to do this tomorrow. I need to talk to her and give her time to process this.”

Miguel looked ready to put up a fight at your words. You quickly grabbed his hands and gave them a reassuring squeeze, “I know you want to see her now, but she needs time and so do you. There’s no need to rush this.”

Miguel bit his lip to hold in his frustration at your words. He wanted everything to go great when he saw his daughter again and as upset as the thought made him- you knew her better now than he did. Miguel nodded and let go of your hands,“I understand.”

You smiled and let out a shaky breath, “I can take her to you tomorrow. Is there a way I can meet you?”

Miguel looked back and held his hand out. Jessica tossed a watch similar to your own and he caught it before offering it to you. You took the watch from him and slipped it onto your free wrist. He took your hand in his and pressed a button, “Hit this and scroll until you see Earth-928, that’s headquarters.”

You shook your head and laughed at his words, “Headquarters? This feels like S.H.I.E.L.D., like a super secret superhero club.”

Miguel shook his head at you, but secretly smiled to himself. If his daughter could have ended up with anyone, a witty Spider-Woman from another universe wasn’t the worst possibility.

“Open the portal and come there at eleven,” He said, quickly showing you how to do it yourself.

“It’s a date,” You said without thinking and your cheeks lit up.

Miguel watched you in amusement as you became clearly very embarrassed at your own words. You folded your arms across your chest defensively and cursed, “No! Not like that. Ah, mierda you know what I meant.”

Miguel laughed at you and felt a pull towards your demeanor. Like all of the other Spider-Men, aside from himself, you had a good sense of humor and for once it didn’t completely annoy him. Miguel softly smiled at you before he surprised even himself by pulling you into a tight hug.

Your cheeks lit up again because from everything you had picked up about him hugs were definitely not in his repertoire. His grumpy demeanor did not scream that he was a hug guy, so you were going to take this as a success. Miguel stepped back, remembering himself as he cleared his throat and looked down at you, “Thank you for taking care of my little girl.”

You smiled at him and nodded, “I love her as my own. I’ll talk to her tonight and get her ready, okay?”

Miguel nodded and you backed away as you checked to make sure Goblin was all taken care of. You smiled at the group and saluted them, “Thanks for taking care of that weirdo! Can’t have more Green Goblins running around.”

You looked at Miguel one last time before you shot a web and swung away. The whole trip home felt like a blur as you fretted about how she would respond. You were glad you had found her dad, but did this mean she’d never come back? Would she visit you still? Would Miguel be okay with you still being her mom? You were the only person she’d ever called mom.

You landed in an alley near your apartment and quickly changed out of the suit before heading home. You took the elevator up in your building and let out a sigh to calm yourself before you unlocked the door.

Gabi was sitting at the kitchen table working on a painting, but her head snapped to the door as she noticed you come in. You let out a sigh as you kicked your shoes off, “You didn’t have to wait up for me.”

She dropped her brush and rushed to your side and tackled you in a hug. You let out a sigh and smiled as you hugged her back, “Hey kiddo.”

She pulled away from you and you brushed her dark hair from her tired eyes, “Why’re you still up? It’s way past your bedtime.”

She rolled her eyes at your teasing, “Can’t I just be worried about my mom?”

You nodded and sighed, suddenly feeling the weight of having to tell her the news. You wrapped your arm around her shoulder and led her to the couch, “We need to talk hun.”

Gabi tensed at your words as you sat on the couch. You wrapped your arms around her shoulders as she asked, “Am I in trouble?”

You shook your head and squeezed her shoulder, “You know, I am grateful everyday that I get to be your mom and that you came into my life. I wouldn’t change anything for the world.”

Gabi leaned into your hold as her cheeks lit up and she smiled. You bit your lip to hold back the wave of emotion threatening to crash over you, “But I can’t imagine how hard it was for your dad to lose his daughter and for you to be away from him.”

Gabi quickly scrubbed at her eyes and nodded. You pulled away from her and put your hand on the side of her face as you tried to smile as comfortingly as possible, “Gabi, I found your dad.”

Her face paled and she grabbed onto you, “Mom- I don’t understand- what?”

You smiled comfortingly and you scooted closer to her, “I met your dad tonight. He came from your universe with a few other Spider-Men.”

She then broke down into tears and clutched onto you like a lifeline. You held her tightly to you as she sobbed. After a few minutes she looked up at you with puffy eyes, “Where is he? Why isn’t he here?”

You pushed her hair out of her eyes and squeezed her shoulder in support, “He wanted to angel, but I think you both needed time to process this. You’re getting your dad back and he’s getting his daughter.”

She nodded in understanding and you sent her a small smile, “Besides he was still in his suit and could probably use a shower before you had to give him tons of hugs. By the way, was he always a grump?”

Gabi laughed and nodded, “Yeah, he was always really grumpy with other people. But, it’s all a lie. He’s a softie.”

You smiled at her words, that made more sense rather than the stoic demeanor he put on. She looked at you hopefully, “When can I see him?”

“We’ll meet him in some Spider-Man HQ tomorrow at eleven. But if that’s too soon I can go and tell him you need time, just say the word,” You said as you tightened your hold around her shoulders.

“It’s not that. It’s just, when I go back to him will I still be able to see you? Of course I want to be with my dad, but you’re my mom too. I don’t wanna leave you,” she said as she tucked herself further into your side.

It was your biggest fear too. She was your kid now and you didn’t want to let her go either. You smiled wistfully and kissed her forehead, “Don’t worry about it tonight. We’ll figure everything out tomorrow, I swear.”

The next morning you and Gabi both nervously stood in the living room as it neared eleven. She fretted over herself as she fixed her hair again for the thousandth time. You smiled as you squeezed her shoulders and then pressed a kiss to the side of her head, “Don’t worry, he still loves you. You’re still todo su mundo, I promise love.”

She nodded and squeezed your hand on her shoulder, “Thanks, I love you mom.”

You took her hand into your own and smiled at her before pulling your mask over your face, “I love you too. Ready to go?”

She nodded and you held up your watch and pressed the button. You then scrolled to Earth-928 and hit the button to open a portal. A burst of colors appeared in front of you and you both looked at each other in awe. You squeezed her hand in yours before you both stepped into the portal.

You gripped your hand in yours as you tumbled through an inter dimensional tube. Then suddenly you both landed in a different universe. Your eyes quickly moved to Gabi and gave her a quick once over to make sure she was alright before turning your attention to the world around you.

Holy shit.

There were flying cars, buildings going into the clouds, and there were only spider people here. This place was filled to the brim with every kind of Spider Person you could possibly think of. Gabi had a look of wonder in her eyes as she looked around at the world in front of her.

“Y/N?”

You turned to see Jessica standing there with a bright smile on her face. Jessica walked up to you and you smiled in relief, “Jessica. It’s good to see at least someone here that I know.”

She nudged your shoulder and laughed, “You can call me Jess. I think we’ll be seeing enough of each other that we’ll be friends.”

You nodded with a smile before her attention turned to Gabi and her eyes softened. She met your eyes again and you could see the sympathy in her eyes for what you were feeling, from one mom to another.

“Come on, I’ll take you to his place. He’s waiting for you two,” She said and then began walking further into HQ.

You both followed behind her as she led you through a maze of hundreds of different Spider People. You could tell Gabi was in awe of the sights around her, but her nerves were eating her alive. You held her hand tightly in your own to keep her grounded as you finally began to move away from the crowds.

You reached what looked like a residential wing of sorts as Jess led you into the elevator and hit the button for the top floor. The ride to the top gave you a great view of this world, but you were nervous for Gabi to meet her dad. She was still a kid when he last saw her and now she was growing into an amazing young woman.

The elevator reached the top and you came face to face with the door to his apartment. Jess stayed in the elevator, but gave you both a comforting smile, “Good luck.”

You nodded in thanks before you both walked up to the door. You squeezed Gabi’s hand and she looked up at you, “I’ve got you. No matter what happens next.”

She nodded and you dropped her hand to let her do this on her own. You pulled your mask from your head and shoved it in your pocket as she raised her hand and knocked on the door. The door swung open and Miguel stood in front of you now with no suit and in casual clothes.

He looked so much like his daughter.

Gabi’s eyes watered as she reached out for him, “Dad? Is it really you?”

Miguel nodded, clearly choked up, “Gabi, my little girl, look at you.”

Gabi burst into tears and jumped into her dads awaiting arms. Miguel pulled her into his arms and held his daughter to him.

This made everything worth it. Gabi finally had her dad back. You’d done it.

They continued to hug for a while until Miguel let out a half laugh and sob as he looked at his daughter, “God, look at you. You’re a beautiful young woman now.”

Gabi smiled at her dad as she wiped away her tears, “And now you’re old and grumpy.”

Miguel laughed at his daughter and clearly this was the happiest he’d been in years. Miguel finally moved his eyes to you and you felt a little out of place being here. Gabi reached towards you and grabbed your hand and pulled you forward, “Dad, this is my mom, Y/N. She’s been there for me ever since I landed in her universe.”

You met Miguel’s eyes and you both seemed to stop.

Wow, he was really good looking.

The intimidating demeanor he had previously only added to your attraction. He had dark tousled hair and a jawline that looked like it was cut by the gods.

Miguel was taken aback by you. Out of all of the thousands of Spider People he’d recruited, none of them held a candle to you. You were beautiful. You were a kind person and a good one. Oh he was in for it.

“Hey Miguel. Nice to see you without the mask and everything,” You said, trying to keep your embarrassment to a minimum.

Miguel nodded and you swore his own cheeks looked a little pink, “Thanks again, for everything.”

Gabi looked between the two of you with a mischievous look written all over her face. You narrowed your eyes at her, oh god what was she up to. Miguel opened the door to his apartment and you followed Gabi in and she looked around in wonder at all the futuristic technology.

His apartment didn’t seem homey. It was huge, but it was lonely. It was missing his daughter.

You looked around as Gabi and Miguel sat down to talk when you noticed a picture of Miguel and a little girl. You walked over to the frame and picked it up. The picture was of Gabi as a little girl shoving an ice cream cone into Miguel’s face as he smiled lovingly at your daughter.

“Do you have any pictures of her as a baby?” You blurted out without thinking.

You turned to face them and Miguel had an eyebrow raised at you. You flushed, slightly embarrassed for just speaking without thinking as Miguel sat next to Gabi with his arm around her shoulders.

“I’ve always wondered what she looked like as a baby. Y’know since I’ve never seen her that young,” You said and Gabi rolled her eyes.

“Mom, you’re just gonna use those to embarrass me,” Gabi teased you with a smile.

You set the frame down and went over to her and pressed a kiss to her, “I’m pretty sure that’s in the job description.”

“Yeah, I’ve got them back here,” Miguel said as he stood and began walking down the hallway.

You quickly followed after him then he suddenly stopped in front of a closet. You stumbled into him and he grabbed your arm to stabilize you. You met his eyes and bit your lip and shyly stepped away, “Sorry.”

Miguel opened the closet and reached into the back and pulled out two large scrapbooks. He placed the old large scrapbooks in your hands and you smiled up at him, “Can’t say I would’ve chalked you up as the scrapbooker type. I’m very impressed.”

Miguel shut the door and leaned against it, “Well, I’m a single dad what can I say. There’s plenty you don’t know about me.”

“Well at least one of her parents has to be good at it. I can hardly do anything creative that isn’t tech related. Worst soccer mom ever,” You said as you pulled the books to your chest.

Miguel smiled at you.

What? It was a smile just for you, but kind of in a teasing way? He was way too hot to be doing things like this. You were starting to get mixed signals from him. First he was stoic and grumpy and now he was charming and making scrapbooks.

He was also your daughter's father. That made everything far more complicated.

“Thanks Miguel,” You said before you headed back to the living room and sat down next to Gabi.

She leaned into your shoulder and whispered, “He’s totally into you.”

Your eyes widened and you checked to make sure Miguel was still in the hallway. You pressed a finger to her mouth and shook your head, “Nope. Nada. Zip. Don’t even start on this.”

Miguel sat down on her other side and the two began talking as you tried to keep your heated cheeks from view. You opened the book in front of you and began to look through it. There were so many photos of her as a baby and you couldn’t help but to feel devastated at the possible loss of your daughter.

Why would Miguel let her stay with you? How was she supposed to manage traveling through different universes and maintain a normal teenage life?

You flipped through the pages, holding your bottom lip firmly between your teeth in fear of losing the best thing you’d ever had. You wanted her to have a relationship with her dad, but that didn’t mean you wanted her gone forever.

You gently set the books on the table after flipping past a picture of Gabi as a little girl with a replica of her dad’s mask pulled over her head. You stood from your spot on the couch and mustered up your best smile, but not meeting either of their eyes, “Sorry, I just need some air.”

“Mom? You okay?” Gabi asked with a worried voice.

You knew if you met her eyes you’d lose all of your self control and burst into tears. You nodded and headed towards the balcony door, “Yeah, I just need a minute.”

You opened the door, shot a web, and pulled yourself to the roof. You let out a shaky breath as you plopped onto the roof and looked out at the city. Pulling your knees to your chest, you rested your chin on your knees and looked out at Nueva York. This universe was beautiful.

The city always calmed you, but now it was a reminder of everything you could lose.

Some time had passed when you heard a thwip similar to your own and there was a thud on the roof behind you. You closed your eyes in anticipation of the bad news Miguel was about to bring you. He quietly sat next to you at the edge of the roof and hung his feet over the ledge.

“She’s worried about you,” Miguel said, looking over at your tense form.

You bit your lip and shook your head, “I’m okay.”

“Tell me about her,” He asked, looking out at the sun setting over the city.

You tried to keep your sniffles at bay as you spoke, “She’s incredibly smart and way too intuitive for her own good.”

Miguel chuckled at your words and you moved your eyes to him as he said, “She always got into trouble when she was little because she was like that.”

You smiled softly at his words and let your knees hang over the edge, “She gets in trouble in some of her classes because she outsmarts her teachers. Can’t be mad at that.”

Miguel watched as you began to open up and relax as you talked about Gabi. You were too good for anything he deserved, but maybe you were meant to be here with him. Maybe Gabi was meant to bring you together.

Maybe the rules of the multiverse were a little more lenient than he thought.

“She’s a super talented soccer player. She still young, but some college scouts have been watching her play and showed interest. She’s just a great kid. You raised an amazing daughter,” You said, looking at him with a smile.

He bumped your shoulder with his own as his lips slightly curled up, “You did too y’know.”

Your eyes slightly widened at his words and your voice caught in your throat, “I-I’m glad you can be together again. I really am.”

“But?” He asked, his dark eyes seeing through your walls.

Tears welled up, but you blinked quickly to get them to go away, “But I don’t want to lose her either. She’s my daughter now too.”

He stayed quiet as you began to ramble, “I know being outside of your universe can mess things up, but she’s been fine. She never glitched or had any issues in my universe. Don’t you think that’s a sign-“

“That she could be a part of both of our universes,” Miguel finished for you and you nodded.

Miguel swallowed down his own nerves and placed his hand on yours and gently squeezed it, “I just want her to be happy. I don’t think taking her away from her mom would do that.”

Your heart leapt at his words as you gripped his hand, “Seriously? You’d be okay with splitting time with me?”

Miguel chuckled and smiled at you, “I don’t think splitting is the right word. I’m thinking more along the lines of figuring this out together.”

Your cheeks lit up and you smiled at him, “I’d like that. We can finally be the PTA parents she alway deserved.”

You and Miguel shared a moment where you just looked at one another and things began to change. You were going to figure out this parenting thing together.

“Are you guys done being sappy up there! I’m getting bored down here,” Gabi shouted from Miguel’s apartment.

The two of you shared a look and laughed at your daughter. Miguel shook his head as he called out, “You’re in the clear.”

You heard metal clinging as Gabi climbed to the top of the fire escape and hopped onto the roof. She smiled at you and Miguel sitting next to each other as she walked over and plopped herself between you two. She grabbed both of your hands into her own and looked at you both, “We’re a team, right? The whole solo superhero thing is such a bad idea. We work better together.”

You both shared a look before laughing at her. You brushed some hair behind her ear, “We’re a team. But that still doesn’t mean you get to be the guy in the chair for either of us.”

Gabi rolled her eyes and looked to her dad, “You gonna defend me here?”

Miguel smiled at his daughter, “Listen to your mom mija.”

[8-rae-rae-8]

Hii!! Fic request if they are still open! (I see it says open but I’ll overthink it regardless)

CG: John Price

Little: John “Soap” MacTavish (with maybe the others being side character littles in the background)

Classification AU

What if Price was the mama/dada/bubba(or anything else) to Ghost and Gaz, but Soap already had a CG when he joined the Task Force. But the more and more Price talks and hears Soap talk about his CG, the more he realizes the relationship really isn’t… healthy. Instead of facing Soap head on about the problem, he does what he does best, be the caregiver Soap actually needed. The one that did listen to him and all his questions, was interested whenever he showed off his toys one by one, but more importantly, he actually took care of him just like he did for Ghost and Gaz.

I hope this is something you may be interested in writing!! Thank you if you do or do not regardless!

This is actually canon to me (and my anons) classification AU,,,, anon how did you know

I will say that I cannot write it at the moment and I've felt so bad keeping it in my inbox 😭😭 JUST KNOW THAT IVE BEEN THINKING A LOT ABOUT IT

This idea is almost exactly the same to the one my anons and I yap about in our server,, 👀👀

I'll give you a short ramble about it 🫶 since I've got nothing else in my brain. It's like the DVD logo bouncing back and forth in there

It's not a mystery that something is off in Johnny's life. Like the others, getting Soap to open up is a big deal. It takes time, months, to trust anyone with such sensitive things. The smallest mentions of hurt send Price's Caregiver instincts through the roof. It's always an off comment about nothing in particular, but it catches in John's brain to never be forgotten.

He'd never force any of his Littles to talk about anything they don't want to. Kyle came to him, and it felt like Johnny always stood just out of reach. Simon.. he's still getting there. He's a good mama, Kyle says so—He prides himself on that. Being good for his boys.

And seeing Johnny, standing just past the doorway with sad eyes, as Kyle cuddles up to him breaks his heart. The Little is missing something, he can tell that much. What Johnny's missing, though, he doesn't say. He can invite him over a million times, but he only shuffles away and seems to hide.

The tears in his blue eyes remind him of the ocean, a harsh, unstoppable force. There's not many times Johnny ever let Price be there for him, not at the beginning at least. It was scary for someone so small to look up and ask for help he knows he may not ever get. He can't dry the tears that keep falling when Johnny keeps pushing him away.

It's always something about how his Caregiver would be upset. But it doesn't sit right in John's stomach. Something about that is wrong. Why would a Caregiver be upset about their little getting help? Like a parent getting angry when someone comforts their kid. It's the same situation, but wrapped with a different bow.

He's still hesitant now, scared to step into John's space, especially if Kyle was next to him, or just small in any capacity. But sometimes, just sometimes, he'll stumble into Price's lap and let him wipe away the tears.

Each confession that falls from his quivering lips feels like another stab in his chest. Everything from Johnny not wanting to go home, to broken cries that 'it's gonna hurt'. Whatever it is, the captain wants to destroy it.

All he can do is be there, rock Johnny in his arms while the Little cries and cries over a monster Price can't get his hands on. There's nothing he can do right now, not with Johnny in his lap—everything he could do required accessing Soap's file, and working for ages to find whatever monster was making this Little wail for something to protect him.

That night, when he cradled Johnny in his arms before bed, he promised to make it better. He kissed his forehead and promised. He'll be there, he'll make the hurt go away. He'll clean each wound and kiss the owies until they're all better.

And for the first time in a while, he didn't hear Johnny cry from the next room over.

It goes like that for a while. A crash, a drop, a panic attack. And John's always there. He always will be. Even as his nights are spent trying to figure out ways to get a monster out of his Little's life. He's the blanket of safety Johnny's been needing his entire life. He'll be that for all three of them.

There's days where things are extra difficult, where John has to blink away his own tears as Johnny talks about how he didn't get to eat the last time he saw his Caregiver because he was bad. He talks about it like it's the most normal thing on earth...

But, there's also days where he wakes up to hear Johnny and Kyle giggling together at whatever they're doing—Watching something on TV, or playing with toys... Price didn't realize how many dinosaur toys they had until they all were suddenly out in the middle of the floor.

But it heals his heart a little, and he knows it does the same for Johnny. Even if there's still a long road ahead.

[trulycertain]

So their high and mighty Herald has a secret, right? He guards it, the way some people scratch their arses when you’re not looking, but Sera’s found it out:

He can smile.

His mouth twitched, when he saw the no breeches. He got it, just for a second – not in that ha-ha-aren’t-you-quaint way that gets an arrow in the eye; he looked embarrassed that he got it, and that's how you know it's real. And then it was all gone behind the creepy calm and the big shield. Sometimes he only looks alive when he’s bashing stuff. Probably just because it’s hard to be all far away when you’re headbutting some templar.

Thing about Jennies is they find secrets. They press advantages. You can’t just see something like that and then leave it, yeah?

See, Sera gets making yourself big and ugly and loud because you’re scared. Standard noble shite – and he is a noble, no matter how much he goes round dressed in mud and looking like he’s rubbed his face in a load of charcoal. Thing is, usually after they've got the scare in, they'd be using it.  Sticking round, ordering people about. Not scurrying off to the forest to brood. Or going all closed-door behind the eyes whenever someone tries to ask them what to do next like they’d know.

When you try to look that big, it just means you're small. Obviously. But she forgot you could mean that the other way, right?

The Herald’s kind of a weirdo, is what she’s saying. It’d be easier if he was an arsehole. She knows what to do with arseholes. Though not as much as he does, from some stuff she’s heard. Ha. Maybe they’re into big and sad and creepy in Ostwick or whatever.

It wasn’t that weird when she found out from her people the Inquisition had helped them out with a smash-and-grab. That was easy. They’ve got the people. Big showoffy noble thing to do. Probably just the talky one in gold, anyway. She’s nice, but it’s professional nice, not real nice.

And when she got some mage freezing her bow hand into place so she couldn’t put an arrow into those beady little eyes (too much and too helpless and this is why she hates magic and arsehole), and the ice cracked all sudden and was just gone and there was this weird… ripple, that was just templar shite. He looked at her a second, with this little line in his forehead, and that was just – what, he thought she was going to break because she was small and skinny and pointy? She was fine, and she told him that.

The meat, though. That’s weird. Barber – even though he’s a hunter, right, so the name’s funny – said that some big bastard in all this paint and mud came back to the Crossroads with a load of rams. Cause people were hungry. Spent hours hunting. And Vale said something about blankets.

“What's your name?” she asks, the third time they tramp back into Haven, the two of them covered in demon gunk. “And not the Herald, yeah?”

“Trevelyan,” he says – family first, noble like, because it’s the only bit anyone ever cares about. Though something sad goes through his eyes for the smallest bit before he’s tucked it in again. Keeps doing that, keeps chucking it behind a scowl or that weird face that Cullen does too sometimes, like looking into a pond. Flat, boring. All you see is yourself, staring like a moron. The voice doesn’t help, either. All posh and soft, weird with the face and the scary. Harder to read. He adds something, quieter, like Had-a-bad.

Well, yeah. Galahad Trevelyan, heir of like a quarter of Ostwick, la-di-dah. She hadn’t heard of him, which is weird, though some of the Jennies in Ostwick said he hadn’t been home enough to piss anyone off yet. Not good with the servants. Not bad with the servants, either. Not much with anyone. Too busy running away. The Trevelyans are proper nobs, though, so he must be. Makes sense. Though people say she’s got to worship trees and piss leaves just because of her ears, because “the rest of them are like that”, so.

Not what she meant, anyway. He goes all pond when everyone uses that name. Like it’s what he expects, not what he wants. Which tells her...

She pokes, “No, your name-name. The one you call yourself in your head.”

A blink. A ripple on the surface of that pond. Like before, with the no breeches. Finally. Looks like he has to think about it, too: what he is, if he isn’t Trevelyan.He says, after enough time that they go by Seggritt’s whole stall, “…Gal.” And then his eyes flicker round, though he tries to be casual about it, like someone might stab him.

“Hm,” Sera says. Hm.

And then he’s tramping through the arse-end of a swamp because someone took a load of Inquisition soldiers. Not even big ones. Messengers, couple of privates (ha, privates). The kind of people who would’ve been wipers or farmer’s kids or kitchen elves before they joined. Whole lot of “coarse” accents and pointy ears in that lot. Some of them aren’t even good with a sword, though it sounds like a few left a pretty big hole in the Avvar. Good. Arseholes go looking for a fight, that’s what they get. Warlord goes round waving it about, says his castle is bigger than yours... same old shite. Different paint on old stupid.

So, what she’s saying? Is he’s gone proper snarly. Not normal snarly – she reckons his face is just like that – or “it’s pissing it with rain and it’s ruined my eyeliner” snarly, but real snarly. Angry snarly. Even when he’s not in front of the scouts or the stupid warlord, the people he’d have to pose for. “They’re our people,” he says, when he’s taking his sword out of some old corpse.

Huh. Just for a second, he almost sounded like a Jenny.

[yichuuonvenus]

Sweet Serial Killer

Peter Parker x Reader

~Description~

You've had a little crush on your brother's friend Peter, but you didn't know he felt the same until it was too late.

~Warnings~

Rape/non-consent, Murder, Loss of virginity, Webbing as bondage, Serial Killer!Peter Parker

The first time you ever met your brother’s friends was during one of their first sleepovers as a group. After that, it seemed like they came over frequently. 

Your parents told you to look after the boys. You found it a bit dumb since they were only a year younger than you, but you still agreed to it. You were getting money for it after all. 

The funny part was that you only knew one of their names, Peter, your brother told you one day. You only wanted to know because you had the smallest crush on Peter. It wasn’t anything big you just liked it whenever he would give you all his attention when you talked about something you liked or how he would apparently ask about you when you weren’t home. 

You knew the chance of him having a crush on you too was slim to none, he was like that with everyone. He was just curious nothing more but you still dreamt of the chance of him liking you back. 

You slumped a bit when you remembered tonight was horror movie night. To be honest you weren’t a horror fan you always opted to turn on something a bit more romantic or interesting. It always caused an eye roll from the boys but you didn’t really care because one person who would always be down to watch the movie with you was Peter. 

You immediately stopped when you took the scene in front of you and frowned. Peter had sat at the corner of the couch. Your favorite spot, while the others sat on the floor with pillows and blankets surrounding them. 

You heard a voice say your name followed by a hey. 

You looked up and saw those soft brown eyes and immediately forgot what you were going to say.  

“Hi…”

You smiled at him and he smiled back. You didn’t know what to do, so you gave him a small wave and sat on the other end of the couch. 

“Do you want me to move?” Peter's voice was soft when he asked. 

“No, it’s alright.” You shook your head and pulled out your phone, trying to ignore him a bit. You didn’t want to look at him with the heat currently rushing to your face. 

The night was just starting and the boys were still trying to pick a movie. 

You rolled your eyes when you heard one of the boys say something vulgar about something you didn’t care to listen to. You sat on your phone ignoring them arguing about what movie to watch. 

It took what felt like an hour before they decided on Friday the 13th. You did a small sigh and hugged a pillow close to your chest. 

It was quiet for the first couple of minutes. You hated to say it but you were scared of horror movies. You wanted to be the brave older sibling and stick to your guns, but then you started to hear scratching at the window. One of the boys addressed it causing your brother to shush him. 

It stopped for a minute and then it slowly started back again. The scene was adding to the tension. Every time a woman screamed a scratch would be at the window. Finally, another boy said something and again your brother shushed him. 

It went quiet for a few moments then you all continued with your movie. As if in sync with the movie, a loud bang sounded the window causing the boys and you to scream. Everyone was as startled but your brother fell over from laughing.

“Harry!” One of them said. 

At the window, you saw a flash of auburn hair. A boy probably about the size of Peter stood at the window laughing. He pointed to the door. The black-haired boy got up and opened it. When Harry came inside. He had tears on his face from laughing so hard. 

“You all are so easy to scare!” A hearty laugh left his throat causing one of the boys to groan. 

“You can’t do that! We are watching a scary movie,” the black-haired boy said. 

“Yeah you scared her too,” Peter said eyes drifting back to you. 

You looked at Peter his stare never drifting away from you. You felt something in your chest heat up from his stare but you didn’t give it any thought. 

You rolled your eyes to hide the fact you felt the heat in your cheeks. You looked towards Harry whose eyes went wide at the sight of you. 

“I didn’t know she would be here,” he sighed with a mix of a chuckle, “if I knew I would’ve got the mask.” 

The boys laughed a bit as Harry plopped down next to your brother. The heat on your face never went away. You sat there biting your lip and continued reading the story. They all talked a bit before playing the movie back. 

It was getting darker and you all were feeling quite tired. Your brother went down first. Then the black-haired boy, who they called Ned.

And then Harry. 

You and Peter were the only ones awake. You sat on your phone reading whatever. You felt your eyes drifting a bit until you finally closed your eyes.

You felt a shake and then a push. You slowly opened your eyes to find Peter looking down at you.  

He softly said your name, making you look up, your eyes desperately trying to adjust to the light blue lighting of the tv. 

“Can you show me where the bathroom is?” His eyes were soft looking at you almost apologetically. 

“No yeah… I can hold on,” you moaned a bit stretching and sitting up. The boys below you stirred a bit for the sounds you made and you carefully tip-toed across them. 

Peter followed close behind you, his chest almost touched your back but you didn’t really question it. The only thing you did question was how he asked where the bathroom was because of how often he’s here. You both rounded a corner and pointed at the door. 

“Tell me if you need anything,” you yawned. 

“Yeah thank you,” he whispered to you and closed the door. You decided to walk back carefully. You didn’t know if a couple of minutes passed because of how you fell in and out of sleep but you heard something that pulled you straight out of sleep. You rubbed your eyes a bit and that was when you heard it… your name. Your name was the one being softly called. 

You got up and walked to the noise. It led you back to the bathroom. Groaning and moaning filled the halls making you shiver a bit. 

“P- Peter??” It was met by silence. “Are you okay?” Still nothing. 

It was until you heard some shuffling and flushing. 

“Yeah I’m fine…“

“Peter, are you sure?”

It was in a flash and Peter was in front of you his lips touching yours. 

You winced a bit from the counter digging into your lower back. You didn’t give it a second thought because you felt soft lips touching yours. 

Your hands met Peter’s chest holding him, not knowing to push him away or to pull him closer. He lifted you onto the counter, hugging you close so that his lips never parted from you. 

You gasped when you felt his hands rip down your shorts along with your underwear. 

“You look so pretty,” Peter huffed into your neck.

You should’ve pushed him off and questioned his motives but you couldn’t. Your whole body was tingling from his touches. One of his hands went back to your heat. His fingers were circling your entrance causing you to do a slight whimper. 

“Peter, what are you-“ 

He stuffed two fingers inside of you. The stretch from his fingers was melting you. They were thicker than yours and longer. 

“You’re so tight,” he moaned grinning from ear to ear. 

You were slumped against the sink, eyes tightly shut and fingers gripping the countertop. 

You felt his lips graze your thighs. He gave them light pecks as he traveled to meet his fingers. 

His lip’s immediately enveloped your clit. Sucking and licking that button until you were whining and whimpering. He slowed down a bit and smiled at you. 

“I know how badly you want to make noise but you have to keep quiet though princess… you don’t want your brother to see how much of a slut you are, do you?” 

You only shook your head causing him to chuckle a bit and stop. 

“You have to use your words, princess.”

“No… I don’t want my brother to see,” you whispered but it sounded more like a moan leaving your lips.  

“It wasn’t that hard was it?” He smiled up at you and went back to your clit. 

His fingers continued their assault on you. You shook under his touches with the way he would switch his fingers and tongue. You felt like you were on fire. 

You heard your name being called over and over again. 

Wake up

Please!

"Please wake up!"

You heard your brother sobbing at your side, shaking you violently. 

You shook awake. Your eyes flew open. You stared at your brother, tearing were in his eyes. You looked at the figure standing there holding a bloody knife. There was a dead body limp across from you. 

“Guys… Run! RUN! RUN NOW!” You heard Ned scream. The killer was in front of you guys the knife in his gloved hands, bloody.  

He didn’t have to tell you all twice. You ran out of the door your brother running to get to the keys.

"WAIT," you screamed towards your brother as Ned took your hand and started to run.  

You both heard a scream. Coming for the house’s direction. 

You both ran for what felt like a long time until you finally slowed down a bit. 

“Ned… what the fuck are we going to do… I- I can’t go on,” you sobbed. You felt like your legs were giving out on you. 

“I- I don’t know… we-“ Ned was cut short when he tripped over a log. 

“Are- are you okay?” You gasped helping him up immediately. 

Just then you both heard a snap of a twig. Causing Ned to scream. Harry was standing a few feet away from you both. A knife at his side. 

You and Ned looked over at him. He was limping but still, somehow running. 

“Harry, holy shit are you okay?” Ned gasped bringing his hands to his mouth and looking at him. 

There was blood everywhere on him. 

“Man… I- I didn’t even know… we need to get the fuck out of here and get the cops. It’s still a couple of miles away but if we run now we could get there,” Harry said. He held his side and blood seeping through his gray shirt. 

“Harry, you need medical attention. We need to get that to stop bleeding,” you said, trembling a bit. 

You all were standing there at one minute then screaming the next. Harry was wide-eyed and opened mouth. A knife through his skull. Blood spattered all over you and Ned. 

You both started to run again only this time you were being chased by the masked figure. 

Ned was the next one to go down. A blood-soaked gurgling was all that could be heard. 

You sobbed into your sleeves shaking so hard as you ran. Your tears blinded you causing you to smack into something. The forest bed was damp beneath you, twigs stabbing into your back as you gulped for air.

You felt a pull at your hair and a rip of your clothes. You were pulled up against a tree. You could feel the mud below you soak your shirt and the tree bark digging into your head.

Your shirt was ripped down in half and your shorts were nowhere to be seen. You were left in your underwear. The masked figure, you could barely see from your minor concussion, sat there holding you down. You supposed he was staring at your body. 

“Fuck…” you heard the figure say. 

He pulled himself out of his pants and suddenly you felt the head of him slide against you. You wanted to shove him away but the strength was forced out of you when got knocked out. 

You couldn’t stop shaking and trying to push him away to no avail. It continued like this until you felt webs on your hands and the tree bark scratching the back of your hands. You didn’t connect it sooner. Only ignoring everything as you stared at the sky, trying not to look down as he forced your legs to open wider. He was thick and veiny and felt heavy on your thighs. 

“Please… don’t do this,” You sobbed. Your tears couldn’t stop from coming out. 

“Princess it’s okay…” the masked figure pulled his mask away. Causing you to gasp at the view of him. Your eyes adjusted to him. Brown soft eyes staring down at you. You knew by the curly brown hair who it was. 

It was Peter…

It was Peter Parker. 

Sweet Peter… 

Was the one in front of you right now.

Was the one who killed Harry and Ned. 

And possibly your brother…

What you would give to see your brother right now. To have him help you get this boy off of you. 

You hoped and hoped but he never came. 

“Peter… please. I’m so sorry! I- I don’t know what we did or what I did but please forgive me,” you cried as he shushed you and rubbed your face. His thumb rubbing your bottom lip. 

“Princess you didn’t do anything. I wanted this to be so special for you. But the guys got in the way…” 

He didn’t make any sense as he rubbed his fingers over your mouth. You felt the sudden rip of your underwear and then the feel of them in your mouth. 

“Fuck… you’re so precious…” he moaned into your ear causing you to cry out. 

His lips covered your ear, nipping and licking at the lobe. He slid over you but not on purpose only because when he tried to force himself in. He moaned when the head of him slowly came inside. You could feel the air rip from your lungs. 

You felt the swift push and stab in your entire bottom half. He entered fully you. It was like having a kick to your chest. The pain was what got you to scream out. Blood was rushing to your legs and face. You felt overheated even in the cold forest air. 

You started to sob even more. You couldn’t stop shaking. 

“Fuckkk… You’re a virgin?” He cooed. His hands were holding your face and his lips kissing your jaw.

You looked down and saw the blood that stained his cock. It made you cry out and shake. You never stopped shaking. 

“Fuck I’m so sorry princess… but it will feel good I swear,” he moaned as he thrusts into you. His hips became mind-numbing harder and you couldn’t stop the whimpers and moans that left your lips. 

“Please…” you cried so hard your face was swollen. 

He took out the gag in your mouth. It immediately made you cough and cry harder. Drool soaked your face and your underwear. 

“It hurts…” you whined. “Please! Peter get off.” 

He only moaned when he fucked into you harder.

“I really wish I could… but you’re so tight it’s almost like you’re sucking me in.” His mouth with up against your ear again. You didn’t pay attention to those words only the feeling of his hips pounding into yours. The pain dulled a bit when he started to throw kisses down your neck.

It was messing with you the feel of his tongue on certain spots. It made your mind melt. You could feel the tree bark dig at your hands and wetness soaking it. You knew it could've been blood or something wet on the tree. You didn't want to think about it. You couldn't think about it. Not with the feel of him inside you pulling sounds out of you like it was almost nothing. 

You heard him mumble something then the feel of his lips back on your ear.

“I’ve wanted you for the longest time… and if this was the only way to get you… then,” he chuckled. His hip ever so slightly slowing down a bit. It was as if he was trying to be gentle with you but even with his efforts it was still intense with the way his cock slid into you. 

“Peter…”

You couldn’t stop crying. You could barely breathe. It was like you forgot how to breathe. 

“I would do it again every time just for this sweet outcome,” he moaned when he thrust into a particular spot that had your toes curling and your vision blurring.

He smiled down at you fondly holding your face as he picked up his pace. 

"Peter... please," you sobbed. Your hands were numb and your legs ached from being forcefully opened. 

“Are you going to cum?" He groaned. "You can…,” he whispered. His thumb rubbed your lips before entering your mouth. 

"Suck on it and you can cum." 

Tears were nonstop and your face was wet and swollen. You could barely think. No thoughts at all forming, so you did what he asked. Sucking on his thumb until he was satisfied. You came around him in a cry.

"That's it, my sweet girl." He smiled at you, hips never slowing down once. 

Your vision was blank. Your mind couldn't form coherent thoughts. One thing that wandered through your mind was the last thing he said. 

His sweet girl… 

No.

His thrusts never stopped. He fucked you roughly through your climax never stopping once. You squeezed your palms so tightly that it felt like blood was pooling in them from your nails. 

“It’s okay breathe… I'll be done soon," he huffed. His cheeks were red and sweat droplets were running down his face. 

"Is it okay if I finished inside of you?"

Your eyes went wide with horror. You needed to get him off of you. Your hands were tied and your legs were forced open by him. You tried to cut the web off with your nails to no avail. It was like all of your strength with forced out of you with his thrusts. 

"Peter don't! Please!" you sobbed desperately trying to claw at the webs. 

His thrusts got harder and faster again and a loud groan filled your ears. You felt the warmth as it entered you. You gasped unable to fully process what he did. Peter was hunched over you his lips sucking and kissing your neck. You were blank, too out of it to even respond to his kisses and apologies. 

Peter… your sweet Peter had murdered his friends just to get to you.

Your sweet, lovable Peter had just raped you. 

His fingers came back to your face slowly holding your cheeks. 

“I’m so sorry, princess…” he said softly. His hands made you face him. Your noses briefly touching. 

“Peter… just let me go. Please.” You whispered as soft cries left you. “I won’t tell anyone I promise.”

His face softened, “No no, I’m so sorry. Please don’t cry, baby.” 

You wanted to hurt him so badly but your heart was breaking at the sight of his tears. You were so distraught and hurt. Your brother’s best friend that you’ve known for so long… had raped you. 

You couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to hug him and apologize for making him cry but the urge to kill him with no remorse was pulsating through you. 

He has used you in the worst way possible but you couldn’t push all those fond memories and feelings you’ve had with him. 

You heard yelling and a lot of twigs snapping. Dogs were barking so loudly that it was as if the ground was shaking from it. 

Help. 

Help was coming. 

Peter looked in the direction of the sounds before holding your face and kissing your lips as if it was like last time. 

“I’m so sorry…” he whispered tears falling down his cheeks. 

You didn't understand what he meant until you felt a sudden prick in your neck and you were out. 

[opiumsturn]

GHOSTBUSTERS!

M.STURNIOLO

IN WHICH- Y/n wants to go to a haunted hotel but ends up regretting her decision

WARNINGS- use of y/n,fluff,pet names (mama,ma,princess,baby,ect.) ,haunted things idk

A/N- This is kinda butt sorry guys also my bday tmmr chatttt!

I was scrolling through my phone on instagram looking at haunted areas for fun and to maybe see if Matt would be down to go together?

I was scrolling for not too long before one area in general catches my eye 'driskill hotel'. This was the one. I looked more in it to see what it was about. '98 spirits roam this hotel'. 'most active spir-' 'the story of-'.

Just as I go to save this, Matt walks in the room setting his keys down exhausted from fliming and mettings all day.

"Hey baby." he says walking up to the bed where i lay

"Hey My love!! oh my okay so look. just listen! okay i was scrolling on instagram looking at haunted places and i was thinking what if-" his eyes widening while smiling and giggling at my enthusiasm but cutting me off before i finish.

"Dont even ask me to go there." He chuckles sitting next to me.

"But Matt! pleaseeeeee" i beg sitting up to him grabbing my wrist leading his hands to my waist sitting me on his lap, my back against his chest.

"Baby are you out of your mind?" He laughs

"It would be so fun!! pleaseee" I plead looking at the pictures on my phone.

"Y/n no!" He says in a joking disbelief.

"Mattt!! please there will be a tour guide and everything just plea-"

"Okay! fine." He chuckles resting his head on my shoulder nuzzling in the crook of my neck.

"REALLY?!" I say turning around to face him

"Mhmm" He says smiling

"THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU I LOVE YOU" I basically shout hugging him now straddling him (not like that..)

"I love you too" he says hugging me back giggling.

I leap from excitement scheduling an appointment for our tour.

"Okay! tommorow at 7pm." i say proudly.

"You got a reservation already?" he says shocked chuckling.

"yup!" i smile widely.

"Your insane" He chuckles.

I giggle at his reply laying down on his chest as we both lay down getting ready for bed, the excitment for tommorow not leaving my body.

Matt scrolls through his phone for a few minutes before we both fall asleep with eachother. Matt puts his phone down pulling the covers over him and I kissing my forehead before whispering to me.

"Goodnight sweet girl, I love you" Knowing im fast asleep he still does the smallest but cutest things ever.

NEXT DAY

I wake up at around 1 p.m still on Matts chest to see he's awake on his phone making sure his volume was low enough for him to hear but also to not wake me up.

"Good Afternoon sleepy head" He says still in his morning voice.

"Hey baby" i say in a raspy tone rubbing my eyes while placing a kiss onto matts chest. "Hey dont forget we have that hotel to visit todayyy!!" I say fully waking up just by remebering what we will be doing.

As a young girl i always liked scary things and horror. I could handle horror. I mean certain things.. Maybe just through a screen. Never in real life..Shit.

The thought now made my excitment into nervousness.

"Im gonna go get ready." i say getting up off matts chest into my closet, grabbing a towel and walking into the bathroom. Its as if everything was starting to bother me now. I feel a cold sudden gust of wind as i walk into the bathroom and shut the door. Its nothing. I go to turn on the shower and hang my towel up, undressing infront of the mirror which im not looking at at the moment. I lift my shirt up and as soon as its off i look up into the mirror. A black shadow by me. I jump turning around but nothing.

Its just my imagination. Im just scared. and i was 100%.

I hop into the shower closing my eyes as the warm water hits my cold bare skin. The though of someone or something watching me suddenly coming to mind. I shoot my eyes open. Nothing as expected.

After i shower i dry off wrapping my towel around my freezing body walking back into my room where matt layed on my bed.

I hadn't noticed but my face was pale and i looked as if i had just seen a ghost.

"Woah.. hey ma are you okay?.." matt asks worridly getting up and coming toward my frozen still body.

"i-uh.. yeah? why?" I say as quick as i can

"you look like you just saw a ghost baby." He says worridley

Ghost. Ghost. Ghost. Spirits. Haunted. Tour.

"Wha-oh yeah..no im fine!" I say clearing out of my thoughts.

"o..okay." he says suspiciously

I go to get ready wearing White jeans,my brown fresh love hoodie,and my brown dunks. I put on some jewlery,do my hair and my makeup before matt and i head to his house so he can get ready.

3:37 P.M

We arrive at the triplets house heading up to matts room while he steps in the bathroom to shower i go into chris' room since Nick was at madis house.

I get to Chris' door and knock three times before hearing chris say

"come in!"

I walk into his room, hes playing fortnite with one ear out of his headset looking at who just walked in his door.

"Oh wsg twinn" He says looking back at his P.c

"Nothing just waiting for matt to come out the shower" i say plopping down on his bed getting on my phone to maybe ease my nerves.

4:32

Matt walks into chris' room wearing an outfit that matches mine. A brown T-shirt,a white long sleeve under,and white jeans.

"Hey Chris." he says going up to dap up his brother before coming up to me

"Hey baby, you ready?" He asks standing at the side of the bed

"Y..Yeah" I say hesitantly.

"Where are you guys going?" Chris asks

"Some haunted hotel she wanted to visit." Matt replies

"What hotel dude I heard about this crazy haunted one called like the Driskill hotel or sumn. heard that shits scary" Chris says

My heart sunk and the color from my face probably disappeared.

"Oh yeah thats the one" Matt says

"Damn. Good luck" Chris chuckled.

"Shut the fuck up loser, C'mon ma" He says

5:00

We get into the car driving to the place which is an hour away from us.

Matts driving with one hand as his other hand holds mine. Im zoned out. Its quiet.My legs bouncing.

"Alright sweetheart theres clearly something bothering you. what is it?" Matt says bringing me back to reality.

"What? No..Im fine. Just.. a little nervous about this..you know." I say nervously chuckling

"Its okay ma. You'll be fine, I'll be with you the whole time okay?" He says reassuringly squeezing my hand.

"Okay.." I reply.

We arrive to the area at 6:00pm having an hour left before our tour starts.

"Hey baby wanna go get food? we still have an hour left." Matt says in a soft tone stopping at a red light.

"Yeah." i mumble.

we decided to get fast food considering we only had an hour left so we didnt have many options.

6:52pm

We had finished eating and talking which had calmed my nerves down a little but i was still scared. i had been in my thoughts so long that i didnt even realize we were here or matt calling my name.

"Y/nnn? hellooo?" matt says stretching out his words.

"Oh-uh Yeah? sorry" i reply quickly

"We're here mama" He says exiting the car going around to open my door

"c'mon princess" He says opening my door and grabbing my hand leading me out the car.

We walk into the hotel the chills run down my spine as if all warm air turned into frozen air. I could almost feel the color of my skin drop from how scared i was.

our tour guide walks up to us greeting us before showing me and matt around. I made sure to stay by matts side the whole time holding his hand,arm,shoulders touching, just anything. i didnt want to lose him from my sight nor did i want myself lost from his.

As we walk around to the 5th floor of the hotel i saw a figure run by the hall causing me to ghasp and let out a small shout.

"SHIT! WHAT WAS THAT?" I ghasp, my heart racing 50 miles a second.

"Woah woah baby what was what?" Matt says moving his arm to the small of my back making me turn into him going into his chest wrapping his arms around me.

"There was- I saw something!" I manage

"This is the most haunted floor honey so you might have." the tour guide says.

"c'mon baby its okay i got you okay?" Matt says wrapping his arm around my waist puling me close to him.

We had walked for about an hour now going around the whole hotel before the tour guide speaks up.

"These elevators are known to malfunction al the time but there is one thing we always do on tours and that is have our guest play the Elevator Game." she says

"Oh whats that?" matt says with ease

"its known that if you enter an elevator and say 'take me to another world' then press a series of buttons in a certain order then on the last floor before the lobby a spirit enters the elevator with you and instead of the elevator going back down to the lobby it will go up into another world." she explains.

"you want to sweetheart?" matt asks me.

"y-yeah" i said hesitant.

"alright then! so your gonna press the numbers in this order which is 2,6,8,2,5 then back to lobby okay?" our guide says.

"mhm" me an matt say in unision.

I was terrified but im the one who wanted to do this and i didnt want to ruin the fun. Me and matt had stepped into the elevator before matt had spoken the words "please take me to another worls, i may regret saying that but whatever" he says before pressing the button 2.

I had been shaking and biting my nails and matt had clearly noticed.

"Okay princess whats up?" He asks me pulling me to a distance putting both his hand on my hips.

"Its embarrassing but im scared matt." i say to him shyly

"oh mama its okay" he says pulling me into his chest kissing my head "watch honey we're gonna go back to the lobby and go home after" he says comforting me.

"okay baby thank you..sorry too" i reply

"No y/n/n dont be its okay ma" he says holding us chest to chest.

After we had done all level we pressed the lobby button hoping that it would actually go to lobby which it did calming all my nerves knowing we were finally leaving.

Once we get back from the elevator we thank out tour guide and walk to the car getting in.

"You okay mama?" matt asks putting his hand on my thigh rubbing his thumb ever so lightyly on it.

"yeah love thank you" i smile at him as he turns the car on and drives home.

"i love you Matt" I say

"I love you too pretty girl."

[genshinwomenontop]

"Meeting Father"

☆Part 2 of the the Navia fic.

☆Warnings: Arlecchino scaring Navia, Navia being flirty, wholesome moments between you and the twins and Freminet and Arlecchino, implied Arlecchino x Colombina, Emotional/soft Arle.

The nation of Fontaine was lively as ever. You walked around your home town, taking in the view of nation that you were born and raised in. You had Freminet holding you hand while Lyney and Lynette walked infront of you, giving you a run down of how much has changed. You don't have much time since your father had called you into her office to discuss something which you had no idea about but you asked her for some time to spend with the kids. "Well older sister, when are you going to tell father about you and miss president?" Lyney had a slight teasing tone.

"I don't know. I'm scared she won't accept Navia," you sighed.

"Well father kept asking us if we saw anything out of the odd going on with you," Lynette spoke up as she sat down on a bench. You joined her and placed Freminet on your lap since Lyney took the remaining spot.

"Did you tell her anything?"

"Well you asked us not to tell so we didn't."

"Um..," Freminet fidgeted with his finger, "I... may have told...father."

Lyney choked on his saliva and you and Lynette stared at him wide eyed. "Oh dear god..."

"I guess we now know why she wants to discuss something with you," Lyney choked out as his twin patted him on the back. You let out a groan of fear and frustration and you didn't realize Freminet was crying until you felt him shaking.

"Hey hey why are you crying?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you don't father to know. B-besides, she called me into her office and I didn't want to lie. I'm sorry for crying and I'm sorry for ratting you out. Please don't be mad." He managed to speak to fluently until he sobbed at the end of his statement.

Lyney and Lynette looked at each other and then at you. They knew how scary you can be when you're angry and after all- you are the smallest version of Arlecchino, only more loving than she can be.

"I'm not mad Fremmy... I'm just kinda scared. I mean you know how father can be," you whispered softly as you kissed his head. Lyney wiped away Freminet's tears and Lynette held his hand, trying to offer some type of comfort to their baby brother.

"Big sis will never get mad at you or us. She loves us too much." Lyney was proud of his statement which only made you chuckle.

"You should head over to father now, you don't wanna make her more mad."

"You're right Lynette, take care of Fremmy while I'm gone okay." With a kiss to each of their foreheads, you left.

You stood infront of Father's office, taking in a deep breath before knocking. A sharp 'come in' was heard and you began trembling in your wits. When Arlecchino saw it was you, something changed. You gulped as you stepped forward and bowed.

"Care to tell me why I don't know you're seeing someone? Take a seat." Her sharp authoritive tone made a chill ran down your spine. You sat in the soft chair.

"F-father I-I must apologise for not telling you. I was and still am scared that you won't be supportive of my relationship."

Arlecchino arched her eyebrows, "and why is that? Is there a reason why I wouldn't be supportive? I wouldn't have been angry if you had informed me earlier but having to hear it from someone, it... it's heartbreaking."

Your eyes widened upon hearing her statement. "F-father-"

"Do you not trust me y/n? I understand I can be scary at times but I told you that you can come to me anytime."

"I'm so sorry father! I really am! I do trust you but I was scared that you won't accept her since she's not a fatui..."

"You don't need to love a Fatui, you can love whoever you want, as long as they won't break your heart. That's all that matters," Arlecchino got up and stared through the window, her back facing you. "However, I still won't accept it unless..."

"Unless?"

"Unless I meet her. Bring her to me tomorrow and I will decide if its worth supporting or not. You are dismissed."

"Of course Father." With another bow, you left her office. Arlecchino still stared through the window, but a single tear fell and a smile made it's way onto her face.

"My baby is growing up," she whispered.

The next day, you and Navia sat in Arlecchino's office, Lyney on your right, Lynette on your left and Freminet behind you. Arlecchino came in shortly after and you four bowed at her. Navia looked confused but still bowed as she wanted to make a good impression.

"You must be the one who captured my daughter's heart?"

"Yes. I'm Navia, the president of Spina di Rosula," Navia stuck out her hand and Arlecchino reprociated the action. Arlecchino then dismissed the kids, leaving the adults alone.

"That's quite impressive miss Navia. A very popular organisation indeed, however, I don't remember you being the president a couple of years ago."

"No ma'am. That was my father, unfortunately he was recently killed, leaving me to take over." Navia's voice cracked as she spoke. It was hard to bring up her father. You noticed this and grabbed her hand, rubbing a soothing thumb across her knuckles. Arlecchino also noticed this and didn't press further on the topic.

"I'm so sorry for your loss. What are your intentions with my daughter?"

"Well, I really love her alot. She's the one who stood there for me when I lost my father, she's always been there for me and I want to protect and cherish her. She's a gem and the love of my life."

Arlecchino seemed slightly pleased with her answer. "Well, I should tell you this, my daughter is a part of an important organisation that will always need her. It's one of danger and she's always busy so I hope you won't distract her from her mission or whatsoever."

"I wouldn't. Whatever she has to do, I'll be here to support her. I understand how hectic the Fatui is and I assure you, I will try my best not to distract her." Your eyes widened, how did she know?

"Hmm. Very well mannered, polite, lovable," Arlecchino took a deep breath before speaking. "I approve."

"What?! Really Father?!"

"Father?"

"I'll explain later."

Arlecchino smiled slightly before nodding. "But before we move on, I want you to promise me this, when Y/n takes over as the head of the House of Hearth, she will have alot of duties, her title will also be known as 'Father' so I would like for you to be there for her and... act the role of 'mother' for the children. They currently have a mother but she's all the way in Snezhnaya."

The smile on Navia's face widened and she beamed with joy but her joy faded away when Arlecchino's eyes turned dark. "If you ever break her heart, I will terminate the entire of your organisation and you as well along with any traces that it was ever existed." You felt Navia begin to shake slightly but you kissed her cheek.

"Oh and miss Navia, I would like for you to join us for dinner one afternoon. It would be a pleasure to host you. You're both dismissed."

When you got up, you approached Arlecchino and pulled her into a hug, not care if it was rude or so, you just wanted to hug her. "Thank you father." It took a while before she hugged you back and it was a long hug, long enough for her tears to leak but she wiped it away before you could see, unfortunately, Navia saw and smiled.

"Run along now." Before Arlecchino cries some more. You and Navia left and as you walked out, Navia jumped with joy.

"Holy shit she approved of us! Can you believe that?! That's amazing!" You chuckled at her energy and you both headed home.

Later in the night, as you and Navia were laying in bed, she suddenly climbed on top of you. "You're gonna be father to the kids soon huh?"

"Yeah."

"Then you're gonna be daddy for me, hehe~"

Once could only imagine what happened after that sentence.

A/n:

Finally the Navia one is finished. I saw someone repost the part one and the hashtags were so cute 🥹

[luckyollieboy]

Shared Nightmare

» Pairings/Characters:

GN!Reader × Jin Kamurai.

» Contents/Warnings:

Kind of angst. Nightmares and mental illness. Implied CSA from the past on the readers part. Also hints that Jin watched his mom commit suicide. Touchy feely. Jin might be OOC idk, let me live my fantasy. Hurt Comfort kind of thing. OMG they're sharing a bed, so scandalous!!! Uhmmm, idk what else. Enjoy I'm sleep deprived homie (and desperately want Jin). ||EDIT: Hello humans I'm finally rewriting this because I am not letting a bunch of people read this and like it when it's horrible||

Fog.

Everything was fogged. A black endless pool of nothing and the smallest bit of fog stretching on forever. Despite the seemingly harmless scene, my anxiety spiked. My heart pumped hard making my ears ring as I looked around frantically.

No. Please no—

That familiar feeling crept up my throat, suffocating acidic sensation of panic. Head to toe my body burned, not like a fire, but like the closest of ice. Everything felt wrong. I knew why. Of course I did, I knew this scene very well infact. Which is why I was begging the inky darkness to spare me, to let me dream of something I knew I couldn't have tonight.

The warmth of tears slid down my cheek and I turned on my heel and ran, ran as if something was coming to kill me right in that moment, like a scary monster was hidden in the darkness.

There was a monster hidden.

And it was going to catch me no matter how far I ran, how much I begged, no matter what it would catch me. It couldn't be stopped.

The faster I ran the more I could see.

The house.

Oh God, the house. Not this place, not tonight please.

Within a matter of second I hear that laugh.

That fucking laugh.

Clear. Closer.

Not again.

Closer. Clearer.

Please.

I busted the front door open and ran to the bedroom, knowing that I wouldn't be safe. I never will be, but I try anyways. I froze in the room, not sure where to hide.

That pause costed me everything.

Those fucking hands, touching my skin.

It felt like how a vile rotting corpse smelled.

This has to be what death felt like. Nothing else can explain this suffering.

The sobs shook my body as I knew I couldn't do anything, nothing, fucking nothing.

I was that small child again, my childhood pajamas, the color I use to love that I now hate burned my eyes. No, the tears are what burned. Invisible scars were left as the tears slipped down my childhood face.

That voice pierced my ears, clawing my brain the way a bear would when threatened.

I wanted to scream, yell for my guardian— for anyone really.

I was turned around and I shut my eyes. I refused to remember that face.

I don't want to, please.

Every touch felt like a part of my soul was stolen, all of it was robbing me.

The bed, the one I use to feel safe in now turned into my biggest fear, was now touching my back.

If I could scream, or fight, or anything.

No.

No.

NO.

NONO

NONONO

NONONONO—

"NO!!"

I felt arms wrap around my cold sweaty body, I started to struggle against them until I heard his voice. It was thick, sleepy, and scared. Jin.

"I'm here."

The arms squeezed me closer and I felt the trembles. I sucked in a shaky breath, trying to not cry as I whispered back, "I'm here."

I cringed ever so slightly at the rawness of my voice, his face was buried into my back. If I was a fool I would have never noticed the small trembles in his arms as he held me. I shut my eyes as I took one last deep breath. Looks like we both had a nightmare this time.

I gently turned around and held him close to my chest. Frosthiem was always too cold to have crickets, but the wind replaced that sound at night. I had gotten Jin a wind chime not too long after meeting him, we had a small struggle putting it up in the window, it was gently playing it's song now. I shut my eyes and buried my head into his hair, that cold fresh smell of his shampoo grounding me further.

"Was it...about her?" I muttered softly against his head, my fingers gently scratching his scalp.

He nodded gently before his thick scratchy voice spoke, "I woke up before you. Same one tonight?"

I nodded against his head. His strong arms squeezed me tightly before he rolled over onto his back, eyes closed and arm over his face. I shifted to lay on his bare chest, his heartbeat slowed the longer we laid there. His hand traced small circles across my back and arm in a soft gentle motion, betraying how he acted any other time.

I knew he only acted like he was so high above me and he only wanted me around as a servant, he couldn't bring himself to love me fully without some sort of barrier. But moments like these, only the two of us would know, we let the acts fall and just... Were.

Nothing special. Nothing dramatic. No expectations. Just us. Real us. Nothing more nothing less.

The softest, almost timid sounding words fell from his lips, "I love you..."

My heart throbbed and my anxiety left fully as I mumbled against his chest, "I love you."

He gently used his finger to tilt my head up, his eyes raw and puffy, the softest and most beautiful facial expression on display for me. Only me.

His eyes said a million words he couldn't say verbally, promises he knew he couldn't keep, and pleas only I could understand.

My fingers grazed his cheek, his eyes fluttering closed at the action. I leaned in and pressed my lips against his softly and he returned the favor.

In this cruel nightmare, we have each other.

[tozettastone]

🐌 💥 for the new year writers asks!

regarding this ask meme

🐌 What is one of your smallest writing goals?

I love this question. It's really interesting to think about small goals! I've got a couple of fics that I could finish just by adding one scene, I just have to go back and put it in. I would like to do that.

💥 Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

ALWAYS. Haha. There are so many things I could share here. In terms of fanfic, I'm excited to finish the next Murakami Madeline story. It's planned out and I've been picking slowly away at it, but it's unfortunately pretty long, so it's taking some doing.

As for a snippet... here's this bit from Chapter 4 of Where The Heart Is, I think. It's Kakuzu and Maddie bonding over baby's first murder.

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"...I don't run away from everything," [Maddie] mumbled, although, really, she kind of did. More than Kakuzu even knew, actually: she'd run away and hidden from everyone in her last life, too.

"You do," he contradicted her flatly. "Your instinct for self preservation is strong. And you have," he turned the body over to inspect the skull and just stuck his finger right into the spot where she'd stabbed it, "no interest in killing. You don't even like to watch."

"I'm not scared of killing." She hadn't known it until yesterday, but she really wasn't. [Character name redacted] had been a loser who knew he was a loser and got his rocks off intimidating women so he could feel less like a loser.

"Scared? Murder isn't scary." Kakuzu prodded the body, as if testing the integrity of its skin. "But it's unsightly."

And wasn't that the most accurate description of the process Maddie'd ever heard? It was not scary. It was not even really upsetting, provided you had the stomach for it. But it was uncomfortable and kinda gross.

"So?" he prompted.

Man, Kakuzu was like one of those heavy-jawed dogs you had to choke out to detach from your arm. Single minded, determined, intractable. Woof.

She pulled a face. "It was stupid. And, like, I knew it was stupid when I did it. I could have gotten myself killed. But I just... lost my temper."

Abruptly, Kakuzu looked up from the corpse.

It was deeply uncomfortable to be the sole recipient of Kakuzu's focused attention. He watched her, hard-eyed, face unreadable. He waited for her to explain.

She chewed her lip. "I guess, in that moment, I felt like it was ...worth it, as long as I got to hurt him."

Kakuzu watched her for another long, still second, and then he sighed. It was a deep and bizarrely human noise, drawn from deep in his chest.

"Your temper." Maddie could really see him hesitate. Then he said, "Yes. I see." Another pause. "...I do see."