#when me and my best friend used to read books together and like react together to reading and just...

[elegyofthemoon]

i wan bookclub w someone

[certainlynotasimp]

Okay here me out miggy and sunny who get ambushed by another spider but it turns out to be there daughter from the future?! I feel like they’d be shocked to see a teenager (like 18) just trying to fix a mess she made to get back home. I love all your work especially Miguel and Sunny!

Our Girl

(Miguel O'Hara x Female Reader)

A/N: Hey lovely~ So I kinda went off track a little with this one and kinda focused a little more on Maria, the daughter, and not so much her fixing the problem and more her being overwhelmed by the idea of the multiverse. I'm sorry I went off kilter but I loved the idea of seeing how they would react in general to meeting their child.

Also, I've been obsessed with this song on TikTok so I had to name their daughter after it.

A/N: If you guys wanna view more of my works then feel free to read my master list and if you wanna see what else is coming up, then check out this one-shot schedule. If you love the Sunny and Miggy fics like I do then comment on the taglist post because I add everyone who comments. I hope you enjoy it!

Warning: Grumpy x Sunshine, Barely any use of (Y/N) ((Sunny is the Reader's nickname, not her actual name)), Female Reader/ Female pronouns, Shinangins, Kinda fluffy, kinda a crack fic lol, and Google translated Spanish ((Pls forgive me, my wonderful Spanish speakers.))

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Okay, I guess If im gonna do this, I’m gonna have to start with the beginning, Hi I’m Maria O’ Hara and I’m-

“Kids, Breakfast is ready~!” A soft cheery voice calls out causing a groan to escape the teenager’s mouth. The sound of two pairs of feet book it past her bedroom door with the notable bang of one of them being knocked into the wall.

“Mami!” A teary voice of her seven year old brother yells. “Gabriel keeps pushing me into the wall!”

“No I’m not!” The thirteen year old cries out with a loud crack in his voice. “He keeps getting in front of me!”

“Gabriel, Ben, quit bickering and come here before your father comes down.” The gentle scolding causes the boys to continue their run down the stairs while Maria rolls her eyes and goes back to her diary.

Dammit, okay, we can work with this. Hi, I’m Maria O’ Hara. I’m 18 years old and I live in Nueva York with my mama and papa and my two brothers. I’m basically your normal teenager except for one-

“Maria?” a soft knock on her door causes her to call back through the door.

“Yes, Mama?” “Breakfast is ready, honey. Come on down stairs before it gets cold…” She can hear the cautious edge in her mother’s voice as she tries to coo her child down stairs.

“I’m on my way, Mama, just let me get finish getting dressed.” She cringes at the lie as she was already dressed and ready for her day. Maria holds her breath for a couple of minutes until she can hear her mom mutter a simple okay as the sound of heavy foot steps come up beside her.

The low baritone of her father’s whisper can be heard along with her mother’s worried tone as she can hear her trying to urge her husband down stairs to give their daughter some privacy.

Maria returns to her writing as she knows shes definitely on a ticking time bomb now that her father was up and down stairs. He was a strickler for spending meals together as a family and the only time he let go of that rule was when one was sick or when…Maria and Javi were in that accident…

She shakes the haunting image of Javi out of her mind as she writes.

I’m basically your normal teenager except for one thing. I’m Spider Woman, the one and only beloved hero of Queens.Two years ago, I gotten bite by this funky spider at my dad’s lab in Alchemax and I gained these awesome super powers. It was honestly the best thing to ever happen to me. I got to swing around and stop bad guys all before fourth period. The only person who knew was my best friend Javi-

“Maria!” A deep voice booms as Maria gritted her teeth. “¡Tu madre ya te llamó dos veces! ¡Baja y come!”

“Shit!” The teenager curses as she rushes to collect her stuff into her bag. The white and blue fabric of her spider suit shines at the bottom of the bag before her necessities get piled on top of it.

“¡¿Qué diablos dijiste?!” Her father yells as she can hear her mother yell at him. 

“¡¡Miguel, no te atrevas a maldecir en la mesa de mi comedor!!”

Maria hurries down the stairs as she listens to her family interact at the table.

A muffled voice that she figured was her mother scolds the angry man while a soft more masculine mutter apologizes. A couple of giggles can be heard before a stern voice scolds them as well for what Maria can hear, “Chicos, no le faltéis al respeto a vuestro padre. La única razón por la que tu madre puede hacerlo es porque me echará de la cama.”

As Maria makes it into the dining room, she laughs along with her brothers as their mom playfully slaps their dad’s arm. The tall dark haired man chuckles at his adorable wife before catching her hand and kisses it, causing the woman to smile with a love sick look in her eyes. 

“Eww!” Ben cries as he tries to block his vision with his toast causing the couple to roll their eyes.

Maria sits down beside her father Miguel and Gabriel as she starts to fill her plate. All of the children looked exactly like their father with only slight changes in hair textures and certain facial features. Ben, the youngest of the trio, looked the most like their mother with his eye shape and nose matching hers while the middle child, Gabriel, was a copy and paste verison of their father with only his mother’s smile indicating that they were related. Maria was a better mixture of the two with her mother’s height and face shape making her her mother’s “clone”, Miguel’s words not their’s. 

All the siblings would disagree as their matching dark brown eyes and their dark hair. They also had his temper. There wasn’t a single day that didn’t end without a fight. But they all loved each other despite the stress they put on their poor sweet mother’s heart.

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“Yahooo!” The web crusader swings around the city with a laugh bubbling through her being as the adrenaline pumps through her veins. Today wasn’t that bad today when it came to crime. No cat burgalurs, no bank robberies, No super mutants, No robots, and No…

A shrilling laugh fills the sky as Maria lands on top of a building. As she looks around for the source of the noise, a figure flies over her. Several flashes of gold falls down onto the streets below and a series of explosions go off at the chilling sound of a woman’s laugh among the symphony of screams. The woman was flying on a golden glider looking device with a skin tight blue holographic suit with an orange cloak wrapping around her features with a devilish jackolatern mask on.

“Who the hell is that?” She asks to no one as she swung up to catch up to the maniac, “Hey Spooky!”

Maria sticks a web onto the glider and propels herself into the air before slamming down on top of the villain. The woman shrieks as she falls off her glider with the spider until the glider follows them down. The villainess throws a purple bomb at the girl before her glider catches her. The teenager shoots a web onto a near by building and catches the bomb. 

“No thanks, I’m not on interested in what you’re cooking.” She throws the bomb into the air before it explodes. However, instead of smoke, an orange portal appears as a strong suction causes the spider’s grip to slip and fly into the air. “Hey!” She yells as she gets pulled into the portal.

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A scream echos through the Lobby as a flaying spider falls down from a portal. Hobie rolls his eyes while Jessica looks up unimpress. 

“Another newbie?” She asks as the spider girl catches herself on a walk way above the duo. 

“I don’t know.” The rocker mumbles as he tunes his guitar. “You know that they normally end up in some alternate dimension where the floor is lave or some shite.”

The spider girl looks around her in shock as she sees millions of other spider people walking around her and she begins to hyperventilates. “No no no no. Please Please don’t tell me I’m dead……”  

Jessica frowns hearing a young voice panicking and she whistles up at the girl. 

“Hey, Newbie! Come here for a minute.”

Maria swings down as the older woman takes off her googles, her warm eyes brings the younger girl to ease enough to ask,

“W-where am I?”

Hobie chuckles, thinking that the girl was confused after failing to jump. “You’re in the Lobby, remember? Didn’t Sunny give you a tour?” 

“Sunny? Whose that?” Maria looks at the duo confused as Hobie takes off his mask to look at the girl more closely. 

Jessica looks at the girl suspiciously as Hobie examines the masked girl. “Your suit is certainly different. It kinda looks like O’ Hara’s.”

Maria jumps at the mention of her last name and faces Hobie as her patience snaps. “How did you know that? And who are you guys and why are you guys dresssed lik-”

The manic girl halts as she hears a familiar voice call out from above. 

“Hey,guys!” The gentle voice calls out as she swings down from several platforms above with a friendly smile plastered on her unmasked face. Hobie and Jessica return her smile as she lands infront of them. Maria stares in horror as the duo greets the cheery spider.

“Oi, Sunny, whatcha swing up to,love?” Hobie jokes as he hugs the woman he viewed as his friend and sister figure. 

“Boss man sent me out to look at what fell through the portal while Lyla was rebooting.” She says calmly as Jessica scoffs. Miguel sending Sunny out to check something out? Nope, thats not how he ran things. He would rather send out everyone else before he would dare risk his sol getting injured.

“Boss sent you to check out a portal?” The beautiful woman asks as Sunny rubs the back of her neck, clearly leaving out some details.

“Well, an anomalous Hobgoblin managed to hack into Lyla’s systems and shut her down so it can escape…Our comms are down too..He said to get Hobie and Ben so they can investigate the scene actually…” The jumping spider admits as she feels her cheeks warm in embarrassment. 

Jessica chuckles at her friend’s confession as she remembers the new spider who was silent the whole time they were speaking.

“Oh yeah, well this new recruit came out of the portal.”She shrugs as she directed Sunny to the small blue spider woman. “You really need to give these new guys better directions for portal jumping.”

The now confused woman shakes her head as she looks at Maria before looking back at Jessica. 

“There aren’t any new recruits.” She states as she frowns at the still masked girl as she walks up to her. “Hey, whats your name, honey?” She asks in her familiar concerned voice that Maria just heard this morning.

It was her mother…well at least someone who looks like her mother. She was several years younger than her mom, clearly in her mid to late twenties. Other than that, she was her. Even down to the same facial markers and the always warm edge of her voice. What really drawn her back was the fact her mom, or this woman that looked like her was wearing a black spider suit like her own with white along her chest and inner lining of her limbs. 

“Holy shit…” The girl gasps at the woman before she slowly reaches up and removes her mask. Her dark eyes peers back at her ‘mother’s’ in shock before mumbling, “Mama?”

“Mama!?” Jessica screams in surprise before she quickly studies the now unmasked girl and the paling spiderwoman. The similar way their wide eyes meet each other while their matching jawlines stuck in an a gasps expression. They definitely looked the part…

(Y/N) was the first one to move as she slowly lifts her trembling hands up to the girl’s face and cups it in a gentle grasp. She carefully traces her features with a haunted look on her face, almost like she was looking for something in her face, or maybe someone. As realization forms in her face that this was in fact her child, tears began to bubble in her waterline as her lips trembled.

“You’re my baby?...I have a daughter…” She says outloud before gently tracing under Maria’s eye with a look of disbelief and love. Maria’s own eyes burn as she sees her mother’s face in her clone as she nods. “Yea…My name is Maria…Maria O’Hara.”

And with that new revelation, the cheery spider faints due to the shock while Jessica yells out for help while Hobie was frozen due to the fact that not only that Miguel O’Hara and his delightful sidekick have a child from a different dimension, but that she was actually hot.

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Safe to say, Miguel was not happy. 

After Lyla successfully rebooted and came back online, Miguel went to dimension 1784-B and recaptured the Hobgoblin. He never felt such satisfaction than when he tackled the flying witch out of the sky and tore apart her glider with his bare hands. He wasn’t very pleased that the villain easily gotten her hands on one of the gizmos and some prototype traps he was working on, so he made sure that the femal hobgoblin would never dare attempt to do anything like that again.

.After he returned to the surveillance platform, his annoyance grew as he hears that not only did some spider woman he had no idea about came into the Lobby, but that some incident caused his sunshine to be taken to the infirmary. 

“Lyla,” The annoyed man calls to the AI as he walks towards the infirmary. A tiny version of his fur coat wearing digital assistant appears on his shoulder as he focuses ahead of him with a glare. He can practically feel all the blood vessels in his hand pop as clenched his fist as he thought about all the ways he was going to say to the woman who had the nerve to injure his amor. “Give me all the information on this spider.”

“Yes ‘Miggy’” Lyla teases as she pulls up the file. “Spiderwoman 1784-B aka Maria O’Hara. 18 years old and has been spiderwoman for 2 years. A student at NYU with an undecided major and lives with her two younger brothers, Gabriel and Ben O’ Hara and her parents…Oh Shit!” 

The miniature AI starts laughing as she clenches her stomach. Miguel growls at Lyla’s outburst and seethes. “What is it?”

As she recovers, she throws up a projection infront of him with a smirk. “Check this out. You and Sunny do get a happy ending!” 

Miguel freezes as his wide eyes look at the image infront of him with a tremble in his form. The image displayed was a family picture that was clearly taken at a high school graduation with a family of five huddled together with wide grins splitting their loving faces. The first to catch his attention was the vision of him standing beside a teenage girl with a boy no older than seven on his shoulders with a look of happiness and pride in his gaze as one arm was slung across the girl’s shoulder. He was clearly older than he was now, but the lack of red eyes and fangs made Miguel nearly not recognize him. Its been so long since he’s seen himself before becoming spiderman… The next thing that caught his attention was an older version of his beloved also smiling at the camera with a teenage boy on your side a gentle hand placed on his shoulder as the woman’s attention was focus gazing a her daughter with such joy.

The children were a perfect mixture of you both despite the obvious favour in appearance being on his side. He carefully examines each child and their features as he releases a shaky breath as a single tear escapes his eye. 

This was impossible…How can you two have a family somewhere in the spiderverse and he didn’t know? the two have a family…they got married…she gave him the most beautiful children he could ever dream of and they both weren’t spidermen…they met and fell in love with out the worry of the universe on their shoulders…But their daughter…Their girl has this…burden instead…

“Miguel?” The unease in the AI’s voice brings him back to reality as he rubs his eyes. 

“I’m fine.” He snaps as he materializes his mask back onto his face. 

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“So we are all connected by this weird multiverse of spidermen?” Maria questions as she quips an eyebrow as she looks at the other teen.

“Yep.” Gwen nods as she leans back in the chair. 

The group were huddled around the hospital bed as their cheerful friend laid in bed unconscious. Upon pouncing the new spider about her life and what life was like on her dimension, Gwen took the initiative and began explaining about the Spiderverse, careful to avoid talking about the girl’s variant spider parents.

���And this is a team of Spiderpeople that goes around and makes sure that the events of their life goes on course? Like the time police? Does that mean theres other versions of me? “ She rapidly askes the punk. The blonde chuckles as she can definitely see how much of Sunny was actually in this girl. 

“Yep and kinda like that. We make sure the canon goes as planned so your universe doesn’t collapse. And when it comes to the other versions of you…” Gwen looks towards the unconscious spider before meet her ‘daughter’s’ curious gaze. “If theres other versions of Sunny and Miguel, then there is other versions of you.”

“Wait. Is there a spiderman version of my dad?” She asks as the door opens.

Jessica looks up from watching her phone and smiles at Miguel while Hobie curses. Miguel’s mask fades away as Hobie begins to speak.

“Look boss, the kid didn’t mean to…”

“Are you alright, Maria?” Miguel’s uncharacteristicially soft voice interrupts Hobie’s defense as his ruby eyes locked on the girl.

His rapid heart flooded his senses as he looked over his ‘daughter’. She didn’t look like Gabriella like he thought he would, even though he already seen her face. She looked like his sunshine despite her having a majority of his features. She was his girl, his beloved’s child…

“Um yea…”The starstruck girl mumbles as she looks at the variant of her father. Unlike the unconscious variant of her mom, the age wasn’t the biggest indicate that he was different from her dad, it was the gentle red eyes and the fangs peeking out from his lips. “Holy shit, you’re cool…” She accidentially admits out loud which causes the man to chuckle.

“Oye, no maldigas delante de tus padres, pequeña araña.” He playfully scolds before he starts fiddling with his gizmo. “I think its time you head home now. Its almost time for dinner and I’m sure ‘I’ wouldn’t like for you to be late.”

A portal opens beside them as Maria smiles at Miguel. “Cool…can I have one of those?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Well it was worth a try.” Maria giggles as she walks up to the portal before looking at Miguel concerned. “What about that Hobgoblin? And about…” The teenager looks towards her sleeping ‘mom’.

“I took care of it for you and don’t worry about her.” Miguel chuckles as he gazes lovingly at his love. “Yo siempre cuido de tu madre, ¿no?”

Maria grins as she feels giddy over the idea that no matter what dimension, her parents will always love each other.

“Yep and word of advice, stop having kids after one!” She jokes as she steps into the portal and goes home.

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A soft groan emits from the bed as Miguel looks up from his book. The sleepy eyes of his love meets his as he leans over and caresses his cheek. 

“Good morning, mi amor…you had a good rest?” He coos as he pushes the hair away from her face. 

Tears prickle in her sleepy gaze as the memory of her new friend came back. In a horse whisper, she tearfully asks, “Did you see her? Did you meet our girl?” A smile forms on her face as Miguel nods and rests his forehead against hers.

“Sí, mi amor. Y ella era perfecta.”

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As the portal closes behind her, Maria looks around with a breath of relief as she sees shes in her bedroom back home. 

“Thank god that’s over-!”

Before the stress could finally leave her chest, a shattering sound of a phone screen snaps her attention to her brother Gabriel looking at her in shock. Maria looks horrified as she realizes she is in the middle of her bedroom in her spidersuit and unmasked infront of her little brother…

“SHIT!!!”

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Translations:

¡Tu madre ya te llamó dos veces! ¡Baja y come!- Your mother already called you twice! Come down and eat!

Chicos, no le faltéis al respeto a vuestro padre. La única razón por la que tu madre puede hacerlo es porque me echará de la cama.-You boys don't disrespect your father. The only reason your mother can is because she'll kick me out of bed.

¡¿Qué diablos dijiste?!- What the hell did you say?!

¡¡Miguel, no te atrevas a maldecir en la mesa de mi comedor!!- Miguel, don't you dare curse at my dining room table!!

Oye, no maldigas delante de tus padres, pequeña araña.- Hey, don't curse in front of your parents, little spider.

Yo siempre cuido de tu madre, ¿no?-I always take care of your mother, don't I?

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[konigenblobbity]

Metallic Beauties

Hobie Brown x Spidey!F!Reader

18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: Fluff, NSFW, nipple piercings, almost skinny dipping, Hobie being an absolute slut for your nipple piercings, tit biting and sucking, nickname

Summary: After a successful mission together, Hobie wants to show you a ‘new spot’ he found. Which turns out to be a rooftop hotel penthouse, with its own private pool. Hobie convinces you to take a relaxed moonlight swim, as both of you begin to strip you remember that you recently got a new accessory. Hobie not having yet seen your new nipple piercings… you can’t wait to see how he reacts.

A/n: Read a work by @murdrdocs about Hobie with a reader with nipple piercings and I was INSPIRED! Definitely check it out —> link. Also! Hobie has my whole heart… love this anti-establishment British heartthrob.

You couldn’t help but laugh as you watched Hobie do a series of dramatic poses between each swing on his web. You had just completed a day long mission with the punk, with expert skill and not a single slip up. Even made sure to keep the anomaly contained to an unexpectedly effective degree. You couldn’t help but share Hobie’s excitement.

Hobie was your closest friend on the team, having joined a few months ago, you were seen as a new recruit, not yet trusted… he didn’t see you like that. Due to Hobie’s lack of interest - more like borderline hatred - for labels, you two weren’t defined… merely thought of yourselves to be ‘close’.

Close being, telling each other anything and everything, having each others backs no matter what, you even getting involved in some of his demonstrations he went to, tending to each other - whether for injuries or… other needs. The two of you were inseparable, but undefined. Even though many of the other spider-people just wished you two would just accept you’re dating.

“Oi love, I wanna show you a lil somthin’, a new spot I’ve been hangin at” his words peaked your interest, and you just nod. At that he begins to swing off in another direction, ducking and weaving through a series of buildings. Trying your best to keep up, your curiosity only grows with each swing.

When he finally stops, he’s standing on the rooftop of a hotel. You land next to him and look around, seeing a large pool, a series of lounge chairs, and even a small seating area with a large fire pit. This ‘new spot’ was a hotel rooftop penthouse suite.

“Well… who did you bribe to be allowed here?” Your tone was playful as he begins to walk towards the pool, you following close behind. He chuckles lowly, and looks over at you, hands on his hips. “What can I say… I’ve got connections.” he peels off his mask and tosses it onto the lounge chair behind him.

“It’s not booked” he adds hoping to calm your slight unease. He didn’t need to use his spidey-senses to know that. Hobie had always been an amazing observer, picking up on the way you slightly shift your weight, how your pick at the fabric of your suit, how your eyes glance away every few seconds. It was easy to notice those things… because he often couldn’t help but observe you.

You take off your mask as well, throwing it on the lounge chair behind you, positioned right next to his. As you watch him strip out of his boots, then his vest and shirt your eyes widen. He notices your shocked expression and chuckles with an amused grin. “What? We just did a mission which’l keep Miguel off our asses for months. I’m just celebratin’, love”

You roll your eyes at his words but can’t help but agree. This mission was a pain and the pool looked really enticing. He continued to strip, peeling his shirt off, and unzipping the top half of his suit. You keep your gaze on him, intending to give him an incredulous look but unable to hide the slight awe in your eyes. You couldn’t help it, although you’d never admit it, Hobie looked good in anything… or even in nothing.

He smirks and jokingly remarks “Close your mouth… it ain’t like you haven’ seen me naked before” and he’s right, you’ve gone skinny dipping before, in fact you’ve both gotten naked on multiple occasion. Strip poker, just happenstance when you’re both high as kites, and times when you both agree the heat in your reality is unbearable.

You scoff “Well Hobie… when you’re right you’re right” before removing your shoes, and any clothes you wore over your suit. Then reaching to your back and unzipping your spider suit. As you pull it down you pause, remembering that you don’t wear a bra underneath the suit, feeling your bare back where the strap would be.

Hobie was just in his boxers now, and after putting his things on his lounge chair, he immediately dives into the water, quite elegantly if you say so yourself. You watched his figure under the water until his head broke through the surface. A hand coming up and rubbing his face.

He still had his jewelry on and the now wet metal glistened under the pool lights. They were a soft blue and lined the pool wall, with some additional lights outside of it. You could only stare as his figure was illuminated in a soft blue, reflecting of his face piercings beautifully. You were only able to break away your gaze when he spoke.

“The waters peak love, hop in before I come up there and throw you in” the lopsided grin on his face made it clear he wasn’t joking. You chuckle but then gulp, feeling suddenly vulnerable. Although he’s seen you naked before, you hadn’t yet told him that recently you got a new little piercing. Well… two new piercings.

They were fully healed now but you only got them a week or so ago. Not having yet found the correct way to tell or show him. You knew he wouldn’t judge, but you weren’t sure whether he’d like them. As much as you tried to convince him otherwise, with snide remarks and playful insults, you were nervous what he thought and truly cared about his opinion.

You turn away from him, showing him your back as you finish unzipping the suit and slip it off. When you turn he groans, his voice low “you bloody tease…” and you just chuckle before retorting back. “You bloody perv…”. You finished getting undressed, standing there only in your panties and jewelry, most of which you stole from him,

You placed your things on the lounge chair next to his, which already had your mask on it. As you were folding your suit and clothes, not wanting them to get wrinkled, there was a soft splash sound behind you. You place your mask on top of the pile of clothes and then turn back to the pool.

“If any of my things get soaked I sw-“ Once you turn back around towards the pool, he was gone. Your smile drops and your brows furrow. You walk to the edge of the pool looking down into it, thinking he was under the water. Your spoke cautiously, searching for him “Hobie? Where’d you go?” No response.

You go to turn around and gasp, suddenly face to face with Hobie. “Took too long. In ya go.” Before you can even react, Hobie pushes you into the pool. You let out a soft yelp and before landing in the pool you can see the smirk on his face.

There’s a loud splash as you fall into the pool, slowly sinking to the bottom, you open your eyes under the water and, in blurry vision, see Hobie dive into the water after you. Once again his dive is graceful, managing to perfectly align his body with yours, parallel to one another.

You watch through blurry vision as he glides up the length of your body, feeling his hands slide up your thighs, hips, and stop at your waist. His gaze focused on your face, until, from his peripheral vision, he catches a glint of light.

Even in his blurry vision he can see it’s coming from your chest. He tilts his head downwards, his eyes moving away from your face. They widened as he spots the two small silver beads in each of your nipples. You don’t have to see clearly to know he’s looking at your tits, your face beginning to feel flush at how entranced he appears to be.

You use his haze to swim away from him, his hands sliding off your waist. You take in a breathe as you resurface out of the water, shaking your head to shake off some of the water on your face. You open your eyes and look forward, watching as Hobie’s head pokes up after yours.

You were both standing in the shallower end of the pool, feet touching the ground, only a mere meter from one another. You felt your heartbeat quicken as he stands tall in front of you, feeling intimidated by his figure looming over you. His eyes were focused back on your piercings, now being able to see them clearly.

“Well well well… when’d you get those done?” You shrug, deciding to play coy. You tilt your head and furrow your brows. “I’m not sure what you’re getting at… what are you referring to?” Unable to hide the sly smirk growing on your face.

You watch as he pokes his cheek with his tongue, his eyes looking back up into yours. His gaze pinning you in place, unable to move from where you stand. He grins and let’s out an amused chuckle. “Tsk. Always so coy” His voice was low, but his accent was thick… he knew how you got whenever he spoke like that.

You watch as he moves towards you, a smirk still plastered on his face and his eyes narrowed. “I’m referring to…” you shudder slightly as his hands slide up your waist again, but then go to grope your breasts, his thumbs softly rubbing on each piercing. “These metallic beauties” his touch has you humming softly and looking into his eyes, his gaze lustful… you can only imagine you look the same.

He leans forward, his face now settling into the crook of your neck as he mumbles against your skin. His breath sending a shiver down your spine. “Hm. Isn’t that interestin’. They feel even better than they look…” His hands move back to your waist and, as if you weight nothing, he lifts you partially out of the water.

Recognizing his action, you know what he wants, you can only give in… wrapping your legs around his waist, allowing his hands to move to your thighs to hold you up. His face now directly in front of your breasts. “I wonder how they taste…” those words made your breath catch in your throat, back arching as his lips latch onto one of your piercings.

Your eyes fluttered shut as his tongue began toying with your piercing. His hands grasp tightly at the flesh of each of your thighs, “God… they taste even better” his soft groan sending vibrations through your entire body. His mouth was doing wonders, being so gentle with your bud, but effortlessly driving you mad with each flick of his sharp tongue.

The way he paused before beginning to lay searing hot licks over the entirety of your nipple with the pad of his tongue. It had you taking in shaky breaths. As his lips wrapped around your bud again. you could feel his coy smirk, clearly loving the reactions he was getting out of you. He took the piercing in between his teeth and that one action had you dizzy.

Loving the mix of pain and pleasure he was giving you. He began to move away, sucking at the piercing, his lips pulling away with a soft pop. You let out a shaky moan, barely audible but he heard it. And he wanted to hear more… loving the way he felt your body lightly tremble in his arms. The mere thought that he had this much power over you… it had him hazy and his only focus right now was you.

“You’ve been naughty haven’t you? Hiding these from me…” he moves his lips to your other breast, not wanting to leave it left out. He leans in, sticking out his tongue and softly circling the piercing, dragging a whine out of you. “Should’ve asked me to pierce them for you. Would’ve made them look perfect” he then closes his lips around the second piercing. Teasing it the same as he did the last.

You look down at him, his eyes immediately locking with yours. Your own glossed over with pleasure, his half-lidded, focusing his energy on perfectly teasing your bud. “A-are they not perfect?” You question. Not intending to be playful, but rather serious; genuinely asking him. Wanting to know what he thought, and getting tense at the idea that he didn’t think they were perfect.

“Aw… of course they are love. In fact, they look absolutely fucking ravishing on you” he begins to softly kiss your piercing, before going to kiss around it as well. Leaving open mouth kisses, and soft purple bruises in the process. “I just can’t help but be envious… knowing someone else got the pleasure of piercing them” he then bites at the skin of your breast.

You gasp lightly, your eyes fluttering closed again. Biting your lip as he takes the piercing back in his mouth, speaking against your flesh. “Watching you strip, then being able to praise you for stayin’ nice and still, watchin’ your face contort from pain… fuck darling what I would give to’ve been there” each of his words went straight to your head, making you more dizzy by the second.

“W-well… actually. I did them myself” you smirk and look down at him again. He pulls away from your chest, his mouth falling agape, his gaze locking on yours. A grin slowly gracing his lips. “Well fuck…” he moves a hand up to the back of your head, pulling your head down, crashing his lips against yours.

“My brave little bird aren’t you?” He mumbles against your lips, there’s something about the way he says it that has you whimpering against his lips. The way he calls you ‘his’… even if he didn’t like labels of what your relationship was, your heart sings at such praise from him. You softly nod your head, moaning against his plush lips and then feeling him smirk against yours.

His hand grasped your hair, pulling your lips from his for a moment, looking deep into your eyes, his own filled with desire. But you saw… something new. An aura of possessiveness, of unfiltered want… but what caught your eye the most was the smallest glint of pure affection and admiration.

“That’s you isn’t it hm? My bird… my best bird. All mine.”

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

David interview with Maggie Bocella for Collider, 10.7.2013

COLLIDER: Obviously, when you started making this show, you had the book to go off of, you had a very specific framework to work off of. But because everything for Season 2 is new, did you get to have any input with Neil Gaiman on where Crowley goes from the end of Season 1?

DAVID: Oh no, that's not my job. No, I mean, we've got Neil Gaiman, so you just get excited about what direction he's going to send you in. It wouldn't occur to me, to be honest, to start giving Neil Gaiman plot suggestions or character suggestions, that would just be limiting his brilliance, I think, if he was trying to sort of contort his ideas around mine. So no, I just sat back and was excited to let a script ping in and find out what was going to happen next. What a treat to get to be one of the first people to read the continuing adventures of Aziraphale and Crowley.

COLLIDER: In that vein, how do you think Crowley has changed between the end of Season 1 and where we see him now? Can we expect anything significantly different from him this season?

DAVID: Well, as you would expect, he's no longer working for his corporate bosses from Hell, which gives him a certain liberty. He's more of a free agent, but it does mean that they've taken back the swishy apartment that comes with the job. So he’s in slightly diminished circumstances. He's living in his Bentley in his car with his potted plant and feeling slightly hard done by it, I think. But quite early on, we see him meeting with Shax, who's his replacement in the job. So he's keeping his ear to the ground, seeing what's going on, and giving Shax a bit of guidance as to how to be Hell’s representative on Earth and also how to fix the boiler in the apartment. Yes, he's certainly as we always knew him, but probably a little bit grumpier.

COLLIDER: You mentioned the Bentley, and the Bentley being cursed to play Queen songs forever and ever and ever is one of my favorite parts of the show. I was curious what you think Crowley's favorite Queen song, is if he's not so sick of them that he never wants to hear them again.

DAVID: That's a very…wow, that's a difficult question. I need a lot of prep for that. What's my favorite Queen song? I don't know. I mean, “Don't Stop Me Now” is probably the best driving song, isn't it?

COLLIDER:Yeah!

DAVID: And he certainly enjoys driving at ridiculous, slightly supernatural speeds. I suspect that's probably the best soundtrack for that, so it's probably that, or “A Kind of Magic,” I suppose, makes a certain sense for a supernatural being with unearthly powers.

COLLIDER: That's a good answer. But you also work very closely with Michael Sheen, who you not only work with on this but also on Staged, you're quite close. What's it like getting to put that friendship dynamic to use? Especially since this and Staged are so completely different.

DAVID: It's very nice to get to work with a friend every day, you can't pretend it's not. I mean, we did have the pleasure of doing Staged during lockdown, which of course probably wouldn't have happened were it not for us getting to know each other so well on Season 1 of Good Omens. It wasn't so long after the first Good Omens came out that we were all locked in our houses for months on end. We managed to come up with this notion of doing Staged and making a show on our laptops, which, really, we did initially just to amuse ourselves, to see if it was possible. Then it ended up becoming more. We just [premiered] Series 3, so between the first season of Good Omens and the second season of Good Omens, we managed to do three seasons of something else together!

COLLIDER: This show has had such a massive fan response. How much of that are you really aware of? Are you seeing how people are reacting to this show?

DAVID: Oh, it's been quite overwhelming. I've been to a few Comic-Cons over the last few years, and when I visited them pre-Good Omens, I saw a lot of people dressed up as me from…another show. But that has slowly changed until the amount of Doctors and the amount of Crowleys I meet are certainly neck and neck these days. But what's lovely about the Crowleys and the Aziraphales is they always come in pairs, so you get to meet people who've got all dressed up often with their best mates.

That's one of the great joys of being involved in this show, that these characters are so beloved. And of course, the great honor of taking on something like that, a character that people are so enthusiastic about, is that the great terror is that you'll break it, that you won't be… I think, especially with a literary character, the act of reading a book is such an internal mental spell that you cast, isn't it? Those characters are almost more vivid than a character that you might see on screen. So embodying characters that have been so loved for so long, not breaking them, not, you know, crushing dreams… The way that we've been accepted by those fandoms, it's been quite humbling, to be honest.

COLLIDER: You're also part of another Neil Gaiman joint, you play Loki in The Sandman audio series. Obviously, that's a different medium, but are there any similarities between working on The Sandman and working on Good Omens?

DAVID: The Gaimanverse is certainly its own creation, but Good Omens is always slightly different, of course, because it wasn't just Neil, it was very much co-created by Terry Pratchett, who also had a very distinctive voice and a distinctive universe. But there's something very specific about the Good Omens universe, which is where these two very distinct, very vivid authorial voices blend together to create something very specific and quite unique. So, I don't know how similar it was being part of The Sandman. I mean, it was a great pleasure to be part of it. It was wonderful to make Loki come from Scotland as well. I think Tom Hiddleston should take some notes. There's nothing better than a Glasgow Norse god. I’m kidding, obviously, he is the definitive Loki, but I did my best to sort of, you know, target his coattails.

COLLIDER: Besides Good Omens and Staged, you are coming back to Doctor Who this year. It's all anybody I know can talk about, but obviously, the spoiler police will come and get me if I attempt to talk to you about too much. So if you could describe what audiences are gonna see in November in, like, three words, what three words would you use?

DAVID: Three words? Three words?! Three new stories. That's not very good, is it? That doesn't give you very much away. Neil Patrick Harris! There you go.

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE NATASHA ROMANOFF HEADCANONS

If you are her love interest and if she's taken an interest in you, my advice is to just accept her love and feelings. Trust me, it's for the best of everyone 

As a yandere she is literally EVERYTHING: Obsessive, possessive till no extent, can be manipulative at times if you don't listen to her and heck, violent as well which I guess should not have been THAT much of a surprise 

She's gone through so much of training in these years and she's actually glad she did since now she doesn't even have to think twice to put her skills to good use and make sure you're 'safe' from the world. Natasha is a VERY strong person so it's pretty much pointless to win against her in battle

As much as she's literally aching to have you by her side she won't kidnap you at first. No no, she'll give you some time, she isn't THAT heartless. She'll try the traditional way of courting you, hoping you'll fall in love with her and that sort of thing. Expect LOTS and LOTS of flowers, candy and jewelry

This woman here and read you like an open book no joke. And heck, she might even know you better than you know yourself. She studies and knows EVERYTHING about you and YES, that even includes that Tumblr and Wattpad account you haven't told a single soul about till date. She'll even hack into your social media to see what you're up to and if anyone was flirting with you on Instagram or Snapchat, welp... that poor schmuck is not going to see the face of the Earth within the next 24 hours that's for sure

She may or may not have stalked you at times 'just for your safety' of course and she might have installed little teeny cameras in your room so she can watch you when you're not with her just for her to know that you're safe. She won't watch you shower though, that's a no no. As much as she stalks the living crap out of you she respects privacy and she won't invade your personal space and boundaries too much 

Remember that 'friend' of yours who was laughing and touching your knee 'by mistake' when your were working on a project together in your room? Oh wow... a BODY has been discovered! And no surprises on WHO killed that guy. What? He was too close for comfort according to Natasha when she was watching you through her camera and she HAD to take action! And besides, that moron should have known better than to touch you like that

Of course, innocent you won't suspect Nat AT ALL since she wouldn't know who he was and why some of your friends went missing recently. She doesn't even KNOW them (Or DOES she ;) ?) and so, you'll turn to her for help since she's your best friend. Of course, as much as Natasha is pleased and feeling on top of the world that you decided to come to HER of all people for help, she also feels a little guilty since she was the one who made you freak out and panic a little and so, being the really good friend she is, she'll whisper sweet words of comfort in your ear, some in Russian I guess and will hold you and be your shoulder to cry on 

She'll convince you to move in with her to which you'll hesitate at first but when she tells you that you might be in danger and that 'someone' who got rid  of your friends could be after you next. She'll use that same excuse for you to be with her just so she can protect you and keep you safe. Crafty and smart

She won't exactly do anything to the other Avengers if they talk to you for too long since she practically sees them as family ESPECIALLY Steve and Bucky but if Tony tries hitting on you, with one raise of an eyebrow from Natasha will send him going back to working on his invention with Bruce

You'll find yourself to be depending on her rather quickly and she's really happy that you're depending on her for things. She'll start showing affection to you slowly and lightly at first and the way you react is just SO CUTE for her! Like she won't be able to control herself any longer when she sees your cute blushing and flustered face. You fuel her obsession every single minute you spend with her 

She'll finally ask you to be hers and if you say yes, you'll get all her love and affection. You'll be the happiest person in the world and no matter what it is that you desire she will get it for you. Now, if you deny her you better be ready to kiss your freedom goodbye since it's going to go out of the window and down the drain even if you don't realize it just yet. She'll play it off like she's a bit disappointed and she's fine but inside she feels like she's breaking and her heart is sinking 

Brings you something to drink later on 'as an apology' and she'll sneakily mix a sleeping pill or something to knock you out inside and BOOM! You'll be lights out before you can even say 'Avengers Assemble'. Don't be too surprised when you wake up in a really different room with your feet and hands tied up to the bed in an underground bunker or something like that out in the sticks. No one's gonna hear you scream for help 

She'll keep you safe and sound and you're all she needs according to her. You will love her eventually even if she HAS to force you to. She wanted you for so long and now, she'll never let you go....

[epictacobird]

Dorms react to Demon Slayer!Mc

Welcome back! Here’s Scarabia’s part with Kalim and Jamil. So sorry it came out so late. But hey! Spring break! Hopefully the next part comes out sooner. Again, thank you for reading my self indulgent thing. I still love you all <3

No gendered pronouns for Yuu/MC, can be platonic or romantic blah blah

Heartslabyul - Savanaclaw- Octavinelle - Scarabia(here)- Pomefiore - Ignihyde - Diasomnia

Warnings: angsty, ptsd mentioned, dark themes, spoilers for book 4 and 5

Context:

You're a demon slayer, an extremely experienced one at that. You have been fighting demons ever since you were young, and preparing to do so even younger. When you were unexpectedly thrown into Twisted Wonderland and admitted to NRC, you hid your sword in your uniform, and stashed away your clothes once you could. You figured the best way to survive here was to hide your cards. After all, being surrounded by morally questionable strangers with magic was not ideal. In case you really needed it, you figured it was best to pretend to be weak so your strength could cover you when you needed it most.

Now that a few months have passed and you've gained reliable friends, you didn't see a point anymore. You felt safer than you ever have in your entire life. You were no longer on a battlefield, no longer surrounded by the pained cries of the people you failed to save. But the battle was catching up to you. Now that you were no longer fighting constantly, you had more time to think. You're nightmares of battle have been getting worse and you can't escape it. The guilt of hiding such an integral part of yourself from your friends wasn't helping either. Eventually though, you let the dam break. You tell them about your life, the reason behind your scars and show them your sword. There's tears in your eyes and you're shaking like the child you once were long ago.

Jamil

No one can spot a liar better than another, more experienced, liar.

He knew immediately you were up to something. While yes, he didn’t take interest immediately, he definitely did once he realized he could use you.

He noticed all your little mannerisms, your tell-tale signs that you were a fighter of some sort. After all half his job was spotting assassins. And he could easily tell you were trained to fight.

He knew you were strong, and after some small manipulation and careful observation on his end he determined you were actually carrying a weapon. There was a sword on your back, and if he didn’t know any better he would’ve detained you and labeled you an assassin. Of course he knew you weren’t, you being from another world and all.

So he played along with your little “I’m a magicless and weak human” act until the moment came when he could use you.

It was when he was about to overblot, rather than throwing you to the ends of the world with the others he decided to keep you there.

His malicious grin looked down at you, watching your pathetic attempt to continue your lie. You were grouped together with your friends, watching the panic cover your faces as the blot took over his body.

He laughed, “Are you just going to stand there? Prefect?!” He lurched toward you, “You and I both know your capable of so much more! So why don’t you show that off?”

He activated his unique magic, leaving you completely under his spell. You were trapped, in that moment all you saw was a demon. But you were helpless. You blacked out and lost control of your mind and body.

You watched your friends get shot into the sky as Jamil ordered you in the dorm. You stood by his side as he sat on the throne basking in his own victory.

Jamil swirled around his drink in hand, looking down at everyone under his control arrogantly. You were still stuck to Jamil’s side, standing at attention as he sat languidly on his throne. You were no genie in a bottle but you sure as hell could deal with any brat that tried to defy him.

“Show me your sword.”

You nodded, your now bright red eyes never leaving Jamil as you carefully took the sword from its hiding place. You broke the seal and unsheathed the sword. It’s blade reflected the twisted glow of Jamil’s eyes. “A katana? What would you use this for?”

Being forced under his spell, you replied with all honesty. You explained what demons were and what it meant to be a demon slayer. You even were forced to spill your breathing technique.

Jamil is impressed in the way the arrogant and pretentious villain of a fairy tale would be. He found his best soldier, and he wasn’t going to let you go to waste.

When the octavinelle trio, Kalim and Grim came back, Jamil decided to let you free to fight. You hadn’t unsheathed your sword, as it was back in its hiding place, so you were just fist fighting.

And dear god you were winning. They were hesitant to use magic, since one wrong move may mean death to you. And since only Floyd and Jade had any sort of experience fighting without magic, it was a 2 v 1.

They assumed Jamil aided you with magic with they way you made them fly. Floyd was complaining about the bruises you left on him for weeks. But Jamil grew tired bu the way the battle dragged on. So with a wave of his hand he gave you a new order.

“Finish them.”

The opposing team froze, unsure by what he meant. You on the other hand prepared to draw your sword from its hiding place.

In that moment you heard a tiny voice call out your name. It was Grim, and he sounded terrified. Other than Jamil, he was the only one in that moment that knew what you were about to do.

No one knows exactly how, but you had a moment of recognition. The red glaze disappeared from your eyes as the spell broke. You withdrew your hand and retreated to your friends, scooping up Grim and holding him close. You whispered an apology as everyone else sighed in relief.

Of course, Jamil was furious and flew into a rage. Everything followed its course and eventually he was defeated.

At the party, you approached Jamil first. He confessed he had a broken memory of his overblot. You had blacked out while you were under his control, so you had no idea how much you told him.

Overtime, Jamil remembered more about his overblot. He remembered the story you told him. During SDC he’ll end up confronting you about it. His reaction is more of a calm understanding. The pieces of his broken memory came together.

As you finished your confession, you could see the mixed emotions swirling in Jamil’s eyes. Was he upset? Mad? Pitying even?

Jamil didn’t know how to feel himself, on one hand you had a terrible life, on the other he was furious you held yourself back like that. To someone who was forced to do that his whole life, seeing someone do it so willingly was infuriating.

But he saw how tired you were. The way you carried yourself was unnatural for a teenager. The way you reacted to safety and relaxation was frankly depressing. And maybe he had no place to judge, considering he was about to use your trauma to fight your friends.

He settled on a soft smile instead, “So that’s who you really are? I’m glad you can share this so willingly with me considering everything.” He looked away for a moment, “Although I am still curious about what you can do.”

Kalim

Being as carefree as he is, he didn’t see you as anything other than another amazing student at NRC. He did think your entrance was a little odd (he could’ve done without your friend lighting his ass on fire) but promptly forgot about it.

He thought you were so fun to be around! When you came around to Scarabia during winter break, he never enjoyed himself more.

When he and the others were shot into the sky, he was terrified for both you and Jamil. Why would Jamil take you away out of everyone? Why did this happen?

He was so shocked to see you fight the tweels, he had no idea you were that strong! It made a little more sense why Jamil decided to take over your mind.

You helped him a lot with all the trust issues after. You always offered an ear as he ranted. Even if it wasn’t about his troubles, you showed the same care nevertheless.

You two were close friends throughout SDC. You meant so much to him, and he did to you.

You never met someone so genuine and happy in a long time, even outside your stay at NRC. It was refreshing to be around him, you felt as if things would truly be ok.

You were the one who accidentally confessed this time. Over the past week you were just exhausted. Due to your nightmares you’ve been getting less sleep than normal. Getting through classes was hard enough as it is, but now you had the extra responsibility of staying awake.

And as much as you loved being manager of the NRC’s group for SDC, if Vil overblotted you were going to break something.

“I don’t trust this trend Kalim! One or two times sure, but four? I don’t think I can handle another overblot. Especially since I’m so useless! I’m magicless, the only other way I know how to defeat someone is to-“

“Huh? To what?” Kalim urged you to go on.

You waved away your train of thought, “Ah, never mind. It’s a long story anyway.” You laughed it off.

Both of you were laying on the roof of Ramshackle. You had caught Kalim practicing late at night again, except this time you were just staring at the stars relaxing. Once he saw you up there, he completely forgot about his training and ran up to join you.

“Why are you up here anyway?” He asked, turning his head to face yours.

You hummed, “I always come up here when I can’t sleep. I like looking at the stars, even though the constellations aren’t the same, it reminds me of home.”

“You really miss your home huh?” Kalim spoke quietly.

It may have just been the exhaustion, or maybe the way Kalim innocently posed the question. Or maybe it was just Kalim, his pure and unwavering kindness to everyone. His honesty and innocence that broke down your war-ridden walls. Either way, you begun to cry.

It was silent, in fact, Kalim almost didn’t notice even if he was looking at you because it was so dark. But he did, and he panicked.

Kalim shot upright, waving his hands in a frenzy. “Wait! I’m so sorry! I kinda say things without thinking, Jamil gets on me about it all the time! I didn’t mean to make you cry-“ He covered his face with his hands and groaned, “I’m so sorry…”

You wiped away your tears, looking away shamefully, “No you’re alright. It’s just-“ You faltered, “I guess it’s kind of complicated.”

“Oh, well…” Kalim frowned, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s not something that I normally bring up.” You laughed softly, “It’s not a happy topic, but…” You took in a shaky breath, willing your voice to stay steady, “If you’re alright with it…can I? I’ll have to warn you though, it really isn’t a happy story.”

Kalim smiled reassuringly, and nodded. He listened as you confessed your thoughts. You wanted to go back home, after all you still had a duty to fulfill. On the other hand, what crazy person would really want to go back to a place where they faced death every night? You were safe here, living a normal life with friends that you didn’t have to worry about them dying in a terrible way.

You were so conflicted, hurt and guilt clawed at you relentlessly. And Kalim listened to it all, and by the time you finished he was practically crying with you. He wanted to help you, but how could he? His version of helping never seemed to help Jamil, so would it help you?

“Kalim! Why are you crying?” You smiled sympathetically as you wiped away his tears. Laughing quietly to yourself as Kalim sniffled.

“It’s just so sad! But your so brave and- and…” Kalim sighed, “I’m supposed to be comforting you.”

You shook your head, “You’ve already helped so much, Kalim. Just promise to stay safe too and we’ll call it even?”

Kalim gave a toothy smile and engulfed you in a hug, “Alright, oh hey! Why don’t we go on a magic carpet ride? It’ll make both of us feel better!” He laughed, “And whatever happens from here, I promise to never let you leave without a smile!”

*****

[damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog]

I have a few HC's I like. Pretty sure some of these have been done before by others, but I want your take on them. <3

HC of how Ominis would react to Fem MC confessing her feelings to him in the undercroft.

HC Of how Ominis would react to you riling him up and teasing him in class. . .

HC of how Ominis would react to MC telling him she's pregnant.

HC of what Ominis would do for you on Valentine's day.

Oh, I love all of these, thank you! I have only seen a few of them before. I made my answers into short(ish) narratives bc my non-narrative answers were boring me lol. As a heads up, the first three are SFW, and the last is NSFW. :)

1: Ominis reacting to MC confessing her feelings to him in the Undercroft (SFW)

When he was not in Feldcroft, the Undercroft was Ominis' home. While others would probably think it cold and clammy, he would smell the damp stone and firelight on the cool air and feel soothed. Wanting to share that feeling with someone for whom he cared deeply, Ominis had begun inviting MC to spend time with him in his sacred hideaway while Sebastian was busy elsewhere. He had never before felt this way about someone else, but MC ignited feelings in him that made him wonder if he was going mad. The sound of her voice approaching was enough to send the young man's heartbeat into a frenzy, and color rose in his cheeks when he thought of her laughter. She had never once spoken harshly to him, and the attention she paid to him; going out of her way to ask how he was feeling, requesting that he walk her to Hogsmeade, surprising him with his favorite sweets; was different from how she treated her other friends. It felt only natural to want to trust her as he did.

Ominis had been lying on the floor, propped up by one of the stone pillars in the Undercroft next to MC. His eyes were closed as he was lulled into a light sleep by the turning of pages in MC's book next to him. Sometimes she would faintly mutter along to the words, and it was like a soothing warmth washed over him every time she did. At one point, she sighed and closed her book. Ominis' weary eyes opened, and he was about to ask, disappointed, if she was finished reading already.

"Ominis, I... feel as if this might be a good opportunity to let you know about something."

Ominis perked up at this, puzzled by the strange tone in her voice he had never before heard. MC started and stopped a few times, trying to gain a foothold in her thoughts. Finally, with a frustrated sigh, she gave up and chose instead to gently kiss Ominis’ cheek, her hand resting on his. As she withdrew, he placed a few fingers to the spot where her lips had touched his skin, scarcely believing what had just happened.

A smile danced across Ominis’ face despite his best efforts. He reached a hand out to the side of MC’s face. She squeezed her eyes shut and giggled when his fingertips accidentally touched her eyelid and nose. He frowned, embarrassed, but MC gently held his hand to her face when he tried to pull away. His thumb swept across MC’s face—a motion she found soothing—until he found the corner of her mouth and slowly leaned in. Ominis’ lips made contact with MC’s with what felt like pure electricity.

Ominis sighed when they finally broke for air. "Are you certain you want this?" He asked quietly. "I will never be able to compliment you on how you look, you'll have to tolerate the rumors about throwing in your lot with a dark wizard, and my family..." Ominis trailed off, his despondent voice breaking slightly.

MC hushed him and reached over to pull him into her arms. "We can worry about those things as they arise. I want to know you, Ominis—everything about you. I want us to laugh and cry together. I want to feel my hand in yours. I want to kiss you more than just this one time, and... we're still young, but I've never felt this way about anyone before. I want to explore this feeling with you."

Ominis sighed and felt around for MC's hand again, pressing it to his heart. "I don't know how you can be so foolishly brave and optimistic, but perhaps here in the Undercroft, in our hiding place, we can explore that together."

In a perfect moment as his lips found hers again, hidden away from the worries of the world in the Undercroft, he felt safe and loved.

2: Ominis reacting to MC riling him up and teasing him in class (spicy, but ultimately SFW)

MC prided herself on her ability to rile up Ominis Gaunt while maintaining ladylike appearances. Little brushes of the hand against his thigh when nobody was looking, squeezes of his knee as she leaned down to retrieve a dropped quill, turning around just slightly too close to him and muttering suggestively… she delighted in watching the tension and color rise in his face, and was willing to do whatever it took to get Ominis coiled tighter than a viper and dragging her out of the room by her wrist at the end of class.

Today, Ominis had decided to drag MC to her Room of Requirement. Somewhere in the back of his thoroughly fogged-over mind, he faintly recalled MC and Deek agreeing that Deek would, strategically, attend to other chores for a few hours in the evenings. The Undercroft was an excellent hideaway, no doubt, but sometimes he was in the mood for the soft extravagance of the Room of Requirement. The moment Ominis closed the door behind them, he descended upon her. He began kissing her aggressively, pushing her backwards until she nearly fell back over a table with a delighted cry.

Ominis normally preferred softly placing a hand on the side of MC's face to better guide his lips to hers, but when he was like this, he somehow had the ability to target her, unaided, with eerie precision. He left it up to MC to prop herself up with her arms as he only pushed further back against her, just barely catching himself with his own arm to avoid sending both of them crashing to the hard table below them. His other arm lifted her leg to wrap around his waist as he worked madly to touch every inch of MC's neck with his lips, taking a few moments to also growl his desires in her ear.

MC could feel the intense heat radiating from him. Typically, he barely made any noises while showing affection, but she could hear his ragged breathing and feel his hot breath across her skin. How such a gentlemanly young man could turn so wild and untamed from a mere few touches was a mystery MC cared not to solve. She only wanted more of it.

Finally, he broke away to pace around the Room and impatiently run his hand through his hair, mussing it ever so slightly as he calmed himself. MC made sure her pout was audible.

"This is the third time this week. You will be the death of me, I swear," Ominis growled.

MC only hummed innocently and stood to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek. Ominis could hear the smirk in her voice. "Whatever will you do to stop me?" she whispered.

3: Ominis reacting to MC telling him she's pregnant (SFW)

MC had been feeling quite terribly all week, and Ominis was worried for his beloved wife. It was not like her to fall ill, especially not in the height of summer when the two enjoyed so much fresh air and exercise around their peaceful home.

Ominis called for a healer to visit them, worried it could be something serious and preferring to hear bad news sooner rather than later.

Having finished speaking to MC and administering a myriad of tests, the healer had to gently shake Ominis' shoulder to draw his attention from his panicked thoughts while he waited. He was told that his wife was reclining comfortably in bed, and it took everything in him to not run to her side.

"Oh, Ominis," she laughed gently as he sat beside her and, shaking, held her hands. He steeled himself for whatever the news was. "Please don't fret, it's nothing serious—in fact, it's good news," she smiled.

"But you've been so ill, what could possibly—" MC interrupted her panicking husband before he could continue his tailspin.

"Ominis, I'm pregnant," she beamed.

Ominis stopped mid-sentence, completely forgetting what he had been talking about. His entire body froze as he processed what he had just heard. Slowly, a smile spread across his face and he struggled to find any words at all. He could only manage joyous laughter as he gathered MC up in his arms and held her tightly. MC wrapped her arms around his neck, finding his laughter infectious. The healer jumped towards the couple in a rush and urged Ominis to be gentle with MC. He obliged and laid her back against the pillows, choosing to hold her hands again. She could feel his hands trembling, but this time from excitement.

"I... don't even know what to say," he stammered. "This—this is incredible. What must we do now?"

"We wait," she said gently. "The healers will come visit regularly to ensure we are both healthy," she paused to set a hand on her abdomen. "But for now, we simply wait."

Ominis felt tears in his eyes as he smiled at MC, and he had no time at all to try to catch them before they fell. His own happy little family, he thought, unfettered by the tragic and violent past he once thought would haunt him until the end of his days. He was going to be a father—and he was being given the chance to be the kind of father he would have wanted.

MC pulled him close and laid his head on her chest, despite the nervous looks from the healer nearby, gently running her fingers through his hair to calm him. He took a shaky breath and sighed. Despite the fact that MC had yet to show any outward signs of pregnancy, Ominis smoothed his hand over her stomach in amazement at the tiny life they had created together. "I could not have chosen a better man with whom to go on this journey," she whispered. "For now, however, I want to enjoy this moment of perfect happiness—just the three of us."

4: What Ominis would do for MC for Valentine's Day (NSFW)

Ominis had been heartbroken to learn on that snowy morning of February 14 that MC had received another Ministry owl. She would be out all day helping aurors defeat dark wizards. This was supposed to be their first Valentine's Day as husband and wife, and he had originally planned to spend the day heaping all his love and affection on MC.

At the end of the day, per their little ritual, Ominis welcomed MC home enthusiastically as she melted into his arms, closing her eyes and breathing in his familiar and comforting scent.

She shivered, and he held her out in front of him, feeling her coat. “Merlin, did this snow soak all the way through you? You must be chilled to the bone, you poor thing."

MC nodded with a scowl. “It has been… that sort of day.”

Ominis quickly took her coat and ushered her upstairs for a hot bath. The chance for a romantic dinner with her would simply have to wait.

Ominis had joined her, taking the opportunity to tenderly wash the dirt and snow from her hair. Once she was warm and comfortable again, he carried her to their bed, their moods both turning from romantic to lustful.

MC was still irritated at having to spend all day in the harsh cold, and it all came to a head as she lay on their sheets, watching her irresistible husband join her on the bed. She couldn't take her gaze away from his gently swinging erection, and she licked her lips. "Fuck me," she murmured. "Hard. I want to be fucked until I can no longer remember the absolute day I had out there in the cold—fuck me until you are the only thing on my mind." Hearing MC speak so forcefully made Ominis completely fall apart, and his basest desires took hold.

His thrusts were forceful and possessive after having to relinquish her for so long, grateful to also release his own bad mood from earlier. "You're so tight. It seems as though you were craving my cock all day,” he growled between gasps. “How does it feel, knowing you get so wet at the thought of me?”

"I wanted you to tear my cold, wet clothes off… and fuck me right there in the entryway,” she gasped beneath him, her fingers tangled in his perfect blond hair.

Ominis couldn't help but imagine such a scene, and he instantly doubled over as orgasm hit him, thrusting arrhythmically as he pumped himself deep into MC. He desperately gasped her name, hands gripping the sheets. MC tightened around Ominis, causing him to whimper beautifully, and each ensuing wave of pleasure that washed over her made her back arch and her hips slam against his until they were lying together in a blissful heap.

Ominis rolled onto his back and pulled MC to his chest. "I will say that, even though it didn't go completely to plan, this was an incredible Valentine's Day."

MC's breath hitched, and her eyes widened. "Oh no... that was today, wasn't it? Oh Ominis, darling, I am so sorry—" She began to panic, her voice breaking and tears stinging her eyes at the realization she had disappointed him.

Ominis let out a gentle laugh and rubbed her back. "Please don't fret, my little hummingbird. Just having you here now is more than enough for me.”

MC sniffled, heartened by his words. “I will say," she offered softly, "that considering today's circumstances, this was the best Valentine’s Day you’ve given me in all the years we have loved each other. Thank you.”

Ominis smiled. “It does me good to know you are happy. Perhaps, since we've managed to get you warm and comfortable again, some dinner is in order?” he asked, affectionately tracing MC’s spine. “We can at least pretend to be a well put-together couple and have a romantic meal.”

"Only if we can have a second round of this afterwards," MC smiled mischievously.

[peterman-spideyparker]

Sweet Caroline (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! Work has been super busy lately, but I got ahead of schedule this week and I listen to music at work and everything kind of fell together and I wrote this. It's not the best I mean TBH it's probably very crappy, I know that, but it's cute and sweet. I hope you enjoy! :)

Summary: The rivalry between Boston and New York is deep-seated and long-standing, but you're proud of where you come from—just smart enough to not announce it from the rooftops in Hell's Kitchen, or to your friends. Turns out, no matter what—through years of friendship, marriage, and everything that follows—there will always be the rivalry to some degree.

Suggested Listening: Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond

Warnings: Fluff, Boston vs. NYC rivalry, not proof read at all, really

Other Characters: Foggy Nelson, Karen Page

Word Count: 1,046

Moving from Boston to New York City is a cardinal sin. It doesn’t matter that it was for law school: “You couldn’t get in to Harvard? Suffolk?” “Oh, too good for Boston, now, are ya?” The kind of comments go one and on, especially once you made the decision to stay, having met your two best friends and deciding to open up a law firm with them. You can just imagine the similar sort of comments you'd get in Manhattan if people heard that you're from Boston. Therefore, you keep that part of your background on a strictly need-to-know basis, only free to wear your Boston attire and drink your Dunks in the comfort of your own apartment. The first nice spring day in the city means that your Bostonian nature is out in full force in your home—some windows cracked, a pot of Dunkin’ Donuts coffee brewing, and your favorite hand-me-down Red Sox t-shirt you’ve had for years comfortably situated onto your body.

Your freeze when you register a knock on the door.

“Knock, knock!” you hear Foggy call through the old wood. “We’ve got pizza and case files!”

“Just a second!” you call, putting down your mug of coffee and making your way over to let them in.

“Traitor!” Foggy shouts almost immediately.

“What?” Matt asks, his face scrunched in utter confusion. 

“Oh, Fog, c’mon,” you say with a roll of your eyes. “You’re being dramatic.”

“I am being no such thing!” Foggy defends. “This is a proportionate reaction for the situation!”

“I think you’re both forgetting that one party in attendance is blind,” Matt chimes. “Can someone please fill in the details?”

“(Y/N)—if that’s even her real name—is wearing a Boston Red Sox shirt.”

“I will not accept Bostonian slander in my apartment, so if you boys—.”

“Wait, wait, wait!” Matt rushes, putting a hand on your closing door. “You’re from Boston?”

“Yes.”

“Why’d you never mention it?”

“Never came up.”

“Lie,” Foggy interjects. “The day we met, we asked where you were from.”

“You said the city,” Matt adds. “We understood that as New York City.”

“That was a misinterpretation on your part. Boston is a city, and I did grow up there,” you clarify. “Hence, I’m from the city. You are at fault for not inquiring further.”

“It feels like I don’t even know you,” Foggy sighs.

“Okay, goodbye, drama kings,” you say, trying to close the door once more, only for both of your friends to slip in.

“Seriously, why’d you never just tell us?” Matt asks.

“You act like I told you I had a secret family or I was Daredevil or something!” Foggy has to help steady Matt—Matt's clumsiness is starting to get more concerning. “I didn’t tell you because I knew how you’d react as through and through New Yorkers. I’ve heard everything in the book about Boston while I’ve been here. I didn’t want to hear it from my friends, too.”

“(Y/N),” Matt says, the tips of his ears bright pink. “We don’t mean it like that.”

“Then how do you mean it? How else and I supposed to take it?”

“You blend so will with New York,” Foggy says.

“Now I’m insulted.”

“No—it’s just that you’re a natural, really. That’s why we’re shocked. That, and you don’t speak like—.”

“—like I want to park the car in Harvard Yard?” you question with an exaggerated accent, making them both laugh, albeit nervously.

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Well, sorry to disappoint.” You pick up your mug of coffee from the counter, taking a sip. “What case files did you bring?”

“Sweetheart, she smells so good,” Matt hums in delight as you both rest with your newborn in the hospital room.

“I know, Matty,” you smile. "Or are you forgetting that pregnancy made me have super senses, too?”

“Yeah, but that’s nature at work.”

“Mm,” you hum, taking another sniff of her head. “She smells so new.”

“Is it weird we’re this enamored with sniffing our newborn?”

“No. We made her. We have the right to sniff.”

As you continue to fawn over your daughter, you hear a gentle knock on the door. You notice Foggy and Karen peeking their heads through the crevice, gifts and balloons in hand. 

“Is now a good time?” Karen asks.

“Well, you are interrupting our baby-sniffing time, but I guess an exception can be made  for you two,” you say.

“I’m gonna ignore the baby-sniffing comment because I’m too excited to meet my niece,” Foggy beams as they enter the room and get closer. “Oh, wow. That’s a cute baby. I mean, of course she is, look at the gene pool she got to swim in.”

“She’s precious,” Karen whispers in awe. “Great job, guys. More so to you, (Y/N).”

“Thanks,” you breathe, resting your head against Matt’s.

“Does she have a name yet? Or is she still Baby Girl Murdock for now?”

“Well, Matt had a suggestion,” you start.

“Caroline,” he finishes, smiling sweetly at your daughter.

“Aww. Caroline Murdock. It’s so pretty,” Karen hums. “She looks like a Caroline.”

“Caroline?” Foggy asks. “Like . . . Sweet Caroline?”

“Foggy, how long has it been since you found out that I’m from Boston and you’re still on this?” you chuckle. 

“No, it’s not that! It’s nice. It’s a real show of love for a New Yorker to name their kid after the anthem of the enemy city.”

You look down at your daughter, the picture of relaxation as she rests in your arms.

“Sweet Caroline, bum, bum bum,” you begin to sing. “Good times never seemed so good—.”

“So good! So good! So good!” Matt adds on.

“Traitor,” Foggy smirks.

“You’re gonna be my little cute Boston fan, aren’t you?” you say softly.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Matt tries. 

“You don’t even like sports!”

“It’s the principle of the thing! And you don’t like sports, either.”

“It’s the principe of the thing,” you mock.

“Yeah, but I love her.”

“I do, too.”

“So, Caroline? Is it official?” Karen asks.

“How about Caroline Josie Murdock?” you offer. “She does need a middle name, after all.”

“It’s perfect,” Matt hums, kissing your temple.

“A perfect marriage of Boston and New York,” Foggy smiles. “Just like her parents.”

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[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

Holding Out Hope.

Pairing: Newt x Fem!Reader

A/N: This takes place in the third movie, and the reader finds out, what potentially could happen to Newt.

“What, you’re afraid your little girlfriends gonna get hurt?” He stated rather then asked Thomas. “Hm? Because this has never been just about rescuing Minho. Has it?”

What is going on?

“Wait, what are you talking about?” Thomas asked, with genuine confusion plastered on his face. “Teresa. She’s the only reason that Minho’s even missing in the first place.” Newt said, getting closer, and Thomas took cautious steps back, til he was almost up against the wall. “Now we finally have an opportunity to get him back. And what? You don’t want to because of her? Because deep down inside you still care about her, don’t you? Just admit it.”

Newt, what has gotten into you?

“Newt, I…” Thomas tried to reply, but Newt forced his back against the wall. “Don’t lie to me!” He exclaimed, and my heart starts pounding in my chest. And by the looks of Brenda, I’m not the only one whose frightened. “Don’t lie to me!”

“Newt!” I slowly move over to him trying to call him over, but he ignored me, sending death glares at Thomas. I move in close enough to put a hand on his shoulder. “Newt..”

“Don’t you dare touch me!” He exclaimed, letting go of Thomas, and points at me. If my heart wasn’t beating fast before, it sure was now. “You’re always so damn touchy. Leave me the hell alone!” He said, as I completely backed off and looked at the floor.

I don’t know what the reason was for his sudden outburst, but all it did was make me want to cave into myself, and just disappear. Him just now registering what he just said, he apologized to the both of us, and everyone in the room.

I nod, “It’s okay.” I said, really trying to convince myself, rather then I was him. It still didn’t stop the thoughts from flooding into my brain.

Was I being too clingy and touchy? Has he been keeping that too himself, all this time? Was he putting up with it, just so he didn’t hurt my feelings?

I was an over-thinker, always thinking about stuff, I did right or wrong. All the things, I could have done better or what I could have done instead, I was always like that, even before the Glade.

I also had a tendency to forget about my surroundings and the outside world, when I was nose deep in a good book, but I’m not reading and I sure as hell wasn’t born yesterday.

He’s infected.

I’ve know Newt for a little over a year now, so I’d be damned if I didn’t know him like I know my own name. He would never just yell at someone like that. And I know that once you’re infected, it makes you do things of that nature. As much I didn’t want to believe it, Newt was probably infected, and we aren’t doing a damn thing about it at the moment.

I was too busy, bouncing those thoughts in my head, to even notice he had left the room, and Thomas came up to me. “I’ll talk to him.” I nod, and as he turned to leave I stop him. “Thomas?” He turns, saying nothing, but that didn’t stop me from telling him. “Be gentle.” He looked down at ground for a little, before meeting my eyes again, sent a curt nod my way.

Whilst Thomas was talking with Newt, he found out that he had been infected, hence the reason as to why he had yelled at the two. “I’ll go tell (Y/N)..”

“Don’t. Don’t tell her. I have to be one to tell her.” He said, Thomas didn’t respond, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t listening. “I don’t know how. I don’t know when. But I will.”

He didn’t want to tell her, cause he knew how she’d react. After a year together in the Glade, for most of the time spent there they were friends, until Newt asked her out one day. He knew her like this back of his hand.

He knew, that’d she be both scared for him, and mad at him.

Scared, due to the fact that she was going to lose, not just her partner, but someone she called one of her best friends. Mad at him because he didn’t tell her sooner, and that they’re wasting time, when they should be getting him the cure. If there even was one.

I let out a sigh, that came out shakier then intended, but I still held my head up going over to ask Gal, “Where did they go?” He says they went up to the roof, and I immediately trudge all the way up there. I know for damn sure, I’m not, going to sit here and wait for Newt to turn, right in front of me.

Fuck. That.

“Newt!” I exclaimed, as they exchanged looks, and Newt mumbled a curse under his breath, they stood up turning to face me. I stalk over to him, examining his face and chest to see any signs that could confirm my suspicions.

“(Y/N), please..” He tried to move my hands away from him. I scoff, “Please’ my ass, where is it?” Yanking my hands from his, going to back look. “Love, just stop.”

I ignore him and don’t stop looking, as tears brimmed my eye lids, I tried blinking them away, but they only blurred my vision. “Babe!”

“Just show me!” I exclaimed, unable to hide the fact that, I was seconds away from bawling my eyes out. He sighs and pulls up his sleeve, revealing the purple veins, on his right arm.

I backed away, my bottom lip quivered as I placed my hands over my mouth.

I felt like screaming. Kicking something, breaking something, throwing something all at the same time.

“(Y/N)..” He reached out, gently grab one my hands, and I place the hand that I left on my face over my entire mouth. “I knew it. I fucking knew it.” I mumbled into my hand.

“Listen to me, love.”

“I hoped. I hoped!” I said, as a cry got caught in my throat, and Newt brought me into a hug. “Listen to me, don’t worry about me.”

“I can’t help, but worry about you, in this shit world we live in.”

“I know, but you have to try, okay? We’ll find the cure. And I’ll be okay.”

“But- But what if?” I was going to saying, but Newt quickly put a stop to those negative thoughts. “Don’t even think about that, you hear me? We will get that cure. And I. Will. Be. Fine.” He said and I nod, and leans down kissing the top of my head, looking over at Thomas, with a look of uncertainty.

But (Y/N) didn’t need to know that.

[lfcslut]

golden - part II

kylian mbappe x female reader

summary: you are childhood best friends with kylian. he grew up to become a professional football player, and you grew up to become a sports journalist. but what happens when outside forces test the limits of your love and friendship?

words: 4.7k

warnings: angst, fluff, cursing, violence, mentions of blood, alcohol, mentions of sex

author's note: thank you so much for the feedback on part i 🥺 you all are truly the best. please let me know what you think about part ii. i absolutely loved writing this one! and don't worry, there will be more kylian and soph in the next part :)

“You did what?”

You were sitting on your friend Lila’s bed. You had just told her about what had transpired between you and Lucas the night before. You were nervous, not knowing how she would react to your escapades.

“Soph, I have never known you to sleep with someone on the first date. And I’ve known you for a long time.”

It was true. You, Lila, and Kylian had all grown up in the same suburb of Paris and gone to primary school together. The three of you had grown up watching football - so much so that two out of the three of you had decided to pursue it as a career. Lila, being the sensible one, had decided to go into business instead, but the two of you remained best friends to this day. 

“I know, I know. I surprised myself, too,” you said, biting your bottom lip. Since leaving Lucas’s place this morning, your thoughts were all over the place. The sex had been good - like, really good. Better sex than you had in a long time. And Lucas had been so sweet. He had even offered to cook you breakfast that morning. But you had declined and rushed out of his apartment in a hurry. He had texted you a few hours later, but you still hadn’t responded. 

“Well… do you like him?” asked Lila.

“You know, I think I do,” you answered truthfully. 

“Then why haven’t you texted him back yet?” Lila asked incredulously. “He’s gonna think you only used him for sex.” 

You rolled your eyes and laughed. “I don’t know. It feels weird. We barely know each other and he’s already seen me naked.”

“I mea, you’ve been texting for weeks now, right? I think you know him a little bit better than that.” 

Lila was right. It wasn’t like you were a total prude. You had gotten to know Lucas fairly well over the past few weeks, so why did it feel so weird that you had slept with him? 

“What’s bothering you?” asked Lila. She knew you better than anyone - even better than Kylian, to be honest. And that was saying something. 

“It’s just… I can’t stop thinking about that article you sent me,” you finally admitted, looking down so as to not see Lila’s reaction.

“About Kylian?” Lila asked. She had always said that there was something between you and Kylian, but the three of you had been friends for so long that your closeness with him was like second nature at this point.

You nodded. “I don’t know why, but I got so mad after I saw that. Like, so mad that I immediately went to Lucas’s place and slept with him. And don’t get me wrong, I wanted to do it. I just wonder if I would have done it if I hadn’t seen that photo.”

Lila nodded and paused for a moment, thinking over her thoughts. “Do you think… do you think you were jealous?” She finally asked the question that you had been wondering this whole time. 

“I don’t know, Li. I really don’t know,” you answered truthfully, knowing you couldn’t keep a secret from Lila to save your life. Lila and Ky were the two people on this earth who could read you like a book. “I was just upset that he would rub it in my face like that. He never lets the paps catch him with a girl.” 

Lila nodded, agreeing with you. You hadn’t spoken to Kylian since the gala, which had been two days ago at this point. Your mind wandered to everything he could be doing right now… was he still with her? Had they spent the weekend together? And most of all, why did you care so much? You thought about checking your phone to see if he had followed anyone new on Instagram, but you stopped yourself. You were acting crazy. Kylian wasn’t even yours - not even close. He was a single man, free to do whatever - and whomever - he wanted. 

Lila decided to make you lunch - your favorite, grilled cheese and tomato soup - to get your mind off of things. Afterwards, the two of you sat on the couch together and watched the latest episode of Love Island together. This was your favorite pastime - sitting in Lila’s apartment, watching trashy television. 

“Oh shit,” Lila said while the two of you were scrolling through your phones during an advertisement.

“What?”

Lila hesitated, looking up at you quickly and then back down at her phone. “I think you need to see this,” she finally said, handing her phone to you. You looked at her screen, and your jaw nearly dropped to the floor. 

“What the fuck. This is the girl from the gala?” you asked, but it was more of a statement than a question. There was no way you would forget her perfect fucking face that was so symmetrical and toned that you had thought there was no way this girl wasn’t a model. And there she was, looking up at you with your best friend next to her. 

“Yeah, I thought she looked familiar. Her name’s Chloe, I think she’s an actress. I’ve seen her on TV before,” Lila said warily. “I can’t believe she would post this…”

“And Kylian fucking commented on it? With fucking heart eyes? Jesus Christ.” You tossed the phone back to Lila, unable to look at the photo any longer. 

Lila paused for a moment, deep in thought with her eyebrows furrowed. She wanted to say something supportive, but what is there to say in a situation like this? “Babe, it doesn’t mean anything. She obviously just wanted to show off that she met Kylian Mbappe.” 

“Yeah but he didn’t have to fucking comment on it!” 

Kylian had never before publicly acknowledged any of the girls he had been linked to… well, except for you, but that didn’t really count. Sure, he would like a photo here and there, but he had never gone so far as to comment on a picture like this. And the fact that he was cool with her posting this publicly? 

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, neither of you knowing exactly what to say. You thought about all the comments that Kylian had left on your instagram posts. He made it a habit to like everything you posted, and most of the time he would leave a comment too, ranging from the cheesy (my best friend ❤️ was a comment he had left when you won a journalism award one year) to the cheeky (I see you’re hard at work 😉 when you had been sent to Cannes on assignment and spent the majority of the time lounging on the beach).

“Soph, he’s an idiot,” Lila finally said, breaking the tense air. “Forget about him and think about sexy Lucas, who’s probably wondering why you haven’t texted him back yet.” 

You chuckled at Lila’s nickname for Lucas. “You know what? You’re right.” You grabbed your phone and began texting Lucas back. 

--

FIVE DAYS LATER 

“Bro, have you seen what the papers are saying?”

Kylian was sitting on the couch in Achraf’s house after training while Achraf was in the kitchen preparing a snack. This had become somewhat of a nightly ritual for them after practice. 

“What do you mean?” 

“They’re going crazy over you and that Chloe chick. Are you telling me you haven’t seen it?” Achraf asked, bringing a bowl of popcorn over to the couch and sitting down next to Kylian.

Kylian shrugged. “You know I don’t pay attention to that bullshit.”

“Who even is she? Did you hook up with her?” 

“Yeah,” Kylian said nonchalantly. He glanced at his phone and, ironically, noticed a Snapchat from Chloe pop up. He didn’t even bother opening it and went to his messages app, secretly hoping that he would see your name at the top. He had been doing this for the past few days since the night of the gala - intermittently opening his last text thread with you, hoping that you had texted him and he had just somehow missed it. Each time, he was inevitably disappointed.

“And you thought you’d tell me that when?” Achraf asked.

“It’s not a big deal, bro. But now she won’t stop messaging me.” 

“Well, yeah. Don’t you think you’re sending her mixed signals?” Achraf said, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth and offering some to Kylian, who declined. 

Kylian groaned, throwing his head back on the couch and closing his eyes. Why had he left a comment on her post? And why was he still messaging her? Achraf was right. He was sending this poor girl mixed messages. He couldn’t help it though - sure, she was attractive and sweet, but his mind was elsewhere. 

Kylian opened the Snapchat from Chloe, which was a mirror selfie of her in the bathroom of a bar. He scrolled up and commented “wow 😍”

“There you go with the heart eyes again!” Achraf exclaimed, peeking over Kylian’s shoulder. “What’s gotten into you?’ 

Kylian sighed. “I don’t know, man. I like her and all, but… I don’t know if I”m totally into it.”

Achraf nodded, throwing more popcorn into his mouth before finally saying, “Do you think it’s because of Soph?” 

Kylian didn’t answer and his silence more or less affirmed Achraf’s question. This was the first time the two of you had an argument that lasted more than a few hours. And he had been the one to start it, which he was kicking himself over now. Once again, Kylian had let his short fuse get the better of him.

“Why don’t you just talk to her and apologize?” Achraf asked, as if the solution to his problems was as simple as that. Kylian had been asking himself this same question for the past five days, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He didn’t know if it was his ego that was getting in the way or if he just didn’t know what to say - probably both, he admitted to himself. 

When Kylian didn’t respond, Achraf turned on the TV and started flipping through channels. When he didn’t find anything that he liked, he turned to Kylian and said, “Let’s go out tonight.” 

Kylian was in such a daze, throwing around possible scenarios of how to apologize to you, that he almost didn’t hear what Achraf had said. “Huh? Go out?” 

“Yeah, there’s this house party tonight that people are going to.”

“House party? What are we, 18?” 

“Shut up, man. It’ll be fun.” 

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“Come on! It’ll be fun.” 

That was how Lila had convinced you to go to the party of some guy you didn’t even know. Lila was a social butterfly, with connections to almost every prominent social circle in Paris, and it was a friend of a friend's birthday or something like that. Lila had told you to bring Lucas, and Lucas had of course agreed. It had only been about a week since your date - if you could call showing up unannounced at his house and then sleeping together a date - but the two of you had spent pretty much every night together since then. 

You and Lila got ready together at your place that night. You decided to wear a long-sleeved little black dress that fit snugly around your figure. You were sitting on the floor in front of your full-length mirror doing your makeup, while Lila was at your vanity. You were wearing your hair curly tonight, and it fell gently across your shoulders.

“So when’s your boyfriend coming to pick us up?” Lila asked.

“He’ll be here any minute now, and he’s not my boyfriend!” you retorted, giving Lila a nasty look while she just grinned. Lucas had offered to drive the two of you to the party tonight. It had barely been a week, so naturally neither you nor Lucas had brought up exclusivity yet. Though with how much time the two of you spent together, you were finding it hard to believe that there was anyone else in his life. 

“I saw his toothbrush in the bathroom,” Lila said casually as she applied her mascara. 

“Wow, nosy much!” 

“I had to take a piss and it was in plain sight!” Lila exclaimed, and the two of you laughed. “So, he’s been spending every night here?”

You hesitated, creeping towards the vanity to steal Lila’s eyeshadow palette. “Well, yeah. Pretty much every night this week.”

“Ooooh. If that’s not a boyfriend then I don’t know what is.” Lila teased, smirking. “Even my sneaky link isn’t over at mine that often.”

As you finished applying your makeup, you finally gathered up the courage to ask the question that had been on your mind since Lila had told you about this party. “Are you sure there’s no chance Kylian will be there tonight?” 

“Well, I can’t guarantee it, but Paris is a pretty big city. I’d say the odds are slim,” Lila said, turning to look at you. “You two still haven’t made up, then?” 

You shook your head. This was definitely the longest the two of you had gone without speaking. You wondered if perhaps this was it - if this was the fight to end all the fights, the one that would put a halt to your decades long friendship forever. To be honest, if he were to apologize to you today, you would probably forgive him. But that was the thing with Kylian - he was too stubborn to ever admit that he was wrong. You were usually the one who initiated apologies. But not this time. 

“You two look gorgeous tonight,” Lucas said as you and Lila got into his car. You noticed that his eyes were only on you though, and this made you smile. 

“Thank you, Lucas. And thank you for offering to chauffeur us,” Lila said, turning to you and winking. 

“It’s my pleasure, ladies.” 

As you drove towards where the party was located, you realized that this neighborhood looked familiar. It was the neighborhood where Kylian lived. You groaned under your breath when you realized this. You suddenly imagined you and Lucas running into him and Chloe at the party. The thought of this made you cringe. How fucking awkward would that be. Get a grip, Sophie, you thought to yourself. Lila was right. Paris was a huge city, what were the chances?

Not so slim, after all, it turned out. When Lucas pulled into the driveway of the house, you realized that this was more than just a house - it was a mansion. Beautiful stone finishes, tall glass windows, and a pool that was larger than your entire flat. The place was filled to the brim with people, and as the three of you entered, you could hardly hear your own thoughts over the loud music. 

Somehow, Lila had spotted some of her friends as soon as she walked in, which left you and Lucas alone to wander around. A waitress walked up to you and offered you a drink, which you gladly accepted. 

Unbeknownst to you, over on the other side of the house, Kylian and Achraf were walking in through the back gates.

“Whose party even is this?” Kylian asked, as the two of them walked through the sea of people on the back patio, many of them turning their heads to see if that really was Kylian Mbappe and Achraf Hakimi who had just walked in. Achraf was dressed in a dark green bomber jacket and jeans, while Kylian was in a black button-down. 

Achraf shrugged. “Some Youtuber, I think?” The two of them headed to the outdoor bar and ordered their respective drinks, both non-alcoholic as they had training the next day. Kylian’s phone buzzed.

“Shit, Chloe is asking me where I am,” Kylian said. He began to draft a response but then deleted it, putting his phone back in his pocket. “I’m just gonna ignore her.”

He turned to Achraf, who was busy looking at his own phone, clearly not paying attention to what his friend was saying. “I think Brice is here!” Achraf said excitedly, as he brought his phone to his ear. “Mon pote, where are you?” He yelled while searching around the patio, looking for Tchaga. “What? In the kitchen?” Achraf screamed louder this time, but it was no use. “Damn, I can’t hear a thing,” he said, hanging up. “Let’s walk around and find him.”

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, you and Lucas had perched yourselves on the counter. You were on your second glass of champagne while Lucas was sipping on a beer. These days, you were somewhat of a lightweight, and so this second glass had resulted in you becoming tipsy and flirtier than usual. 

“Imagine living in a house like this,” you said to Lucas, as you dreamingly stared up at the chandelier dangling above your heads.

“I wouldn’t know what to do with all the space, honestly,” Lucas responded, taking your hand into his and wrapping his other arm around your shoulders. You welcomed the embrace and rested your head against his shoulder. Even amongst all the people and noise around you, you felt surprisingly peaceful sitting here on a stranger’s counter, cuddled up with this boy you might just be falling for.

“I’m so glad I met you,” Lucas said into your ear, placing a kiss on the top of your head. 

“Me too,” you responded, looking up at Lucas. You put your hand behind his head and pulled him close to you, pressing your lips to his.

“Sophie?” 

You heard a familiar voice behind you. You pulled away from Lucas and turned around to see Kylian standing behind you. Achraf stood next to him, his mouth hanging slightly open as his eyes traveled between the three of you.

“Kylian. Achraf.” Fuck. There was no doubt in your mind that they had seen your kiss. This was definitely not what you had imagined your reunion with Kylian would be like. Both you and Lucas got up off the counter and turned to face the two of them. 

“Mbappe and Hakimi? No fucking way,” Lucas exclaimed, clearly oblivious to the awkward tension in the air. 

“I’m sorry, was I talking to you?” Kylian asked angrily, his eyes turning towards Lucas. “Who even are you?” 

“Kylian, please,” you urged through gritted teeth. 

“Jeez, no need to be so hostile, man. I was just saying hi,” Lucas responded, taken aback by Kylian’s sudden combative demeanor. 

“He’s with me,” you said firmly.

Kylian nodded and a small smile formed on his face. “Oh right. This must be that intern you’re fucking. Lucas, is it?”

“Ky, stop it,” Achraf said, pulling on his friend’s shoulder, but Kylian stayed dead in his tracks. By this point, the room had gone somewhat quiet, with most of the people around you watching the scene unfold in front of them. You saw Brice walking towards the pair, the look of delight on his face at having finally found his friends quickly turning into one of unease as he realized what was going on. 

“Wow,” Lucas scoffed. “I guess it’s true what they say about your ego.”

“What did you just say?” Kylian asked, stepping closer to Lucas. 

“Kylian, let’s go,” said Achraf, attempting to come between the two men, but Kylian wouldn’t let him.

“You heard me,” said Lucas, who was also now inching towards the footballer. “I thought people were just jealous when they said you were an arrogant prick who thinks too highly of himself. Turns out they were right.” 

Before you knew what was happening, Kylian had swung a punch, his fist landing straight onto Lucas’s nose. You screamed, running in between the two of them, as Brice and Achraf quickly pulled Kylian away before he could do any more damage

“Oh my god, Lucas! Are you okay?” Lucas’s head was down and both of his hands were holding onto his nose, blood seeping through his fingers. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” said Kylian, who looked genuinely surprised at what he had just done. 

“Get out! Just fucking leave!” You screamed at Kylian, before turning back to Lucas. You grabbed a kitchen towel and pressed it to his nose, which looked like it was almost certainly broken. Behind you, Brice and Achraf had finally gotten Kylian to come away with them as they exited the room.

“I’m fine,” said Lucas, taking the towel from your hands and using it to dab his nose. “Was that your ex? You never told me you used to date Mbappe.” 

“No, no, he’s just a friend!” you exclaimed, feeling tears begin to well up in your eyes. 

“It didn’t seem like he was just a friend.”

By this point, Lila had also heard the commotion and had come to your side, looking confused as to what she had just walked into.

“Lucas, please, I can explain,” you pleaded. “Let me take you home.” 

“I’m fine. I can get home by myself,” Lucas said.

“You’re in no shape to drive! Let us take you,” Lila chimed in.

“I’d rather not,” Lucas said coldly. “Are you two okay to get home on your own?” 

You and Lila nodded. 

“Alright. Well, I’ll see you later, I guess.” Lucas barely looked at you as he left the kitchen and headed towards the front entrance. By this point, tears were streaming down your face. 

Lila turned to you. “Are you okay, Soph? What happened?”

You shook your head, unable to speak as you attempted to wipe away the mixture of tears and mascara that stained your cheeks. 

“Fuck. Okay, let me call us a cab.”

You and Lila both sat in silence during the taxi ride back home. Lila didn’t press the matter any further, which you were grateful for. She knew that you would tell her what had happened when you were ready. 

Wanting to make sure that Lucas made it home okay, you pulled out your phone and noticed that you had five missed calls from Kylian, as well as a slew of unread text messages and voicemails. 

You were absolutely fuming as you scrolled through the messages. You knew that Kylian sometimes had a short fuse, but he typically reserved that for the football pitch. You had never before seen him be physically violent with someone. Especially when all Lucas had done was attempt to say hello to him. Besides, wasn’t Kylian the one who had very publicly hooked up with someone just recently? You could feel your eyes well up again. Before you could spend any more time reading through his messages, you deleted all of them, along with the voicemails he had left you. You then decided to take it one step further and blocked him.

The two of you got home shortly after midnight. You didn’t want to be alone, so Lila decided that she would spend the night with you. As soon as you got home, you went into your bathroom and locked the door. You looked at yourself in the mirror - you were sweaty, your hair was a tangled mess, and almost all of your makeup had come off by now. You sat down on the toilet and began quietly sobbing. Not only had you ruined a good thing with Lucas, but your friendship with Kylian was almost definitely over. As you wept, you weren’t quite sure which relationship you were mourning more.

Lila slept next to you that night. Your mind was racing too much for you to be able to sleep, so after a few hours of lying in bed wide awake, you decided to go into the living room and occupy your mind by watching some television. The couch was where Lila found you the next morning, passed out, with the TV still blaring. 

“Soph. Soph, wake up.” 

She called your name several more times before you finally opened your eyes, rubbing the sleep from them, and saw Lila standing over you. 

“Shit. What time is it?” you asked, reaching around for your phone. 

“It’s almost noon.” 

You groaned. You weren’t sure what time you had fallen asleep last night - it definitely wasn’t any earlier than 6AM. You finally found your phone in between two of the couch cushions. Your heart sank when you realized Lucas still hadn’t texted you back. You had sent him several messages the night before, asking if he was okay and begging him to let you explain the situation between you and Kylian. 

“I’m going to put on some tea,” Lila yelled from the kitchen. “Meanwhile, do you want to finally tell me what happened last night?” 

You unraveled the events of last night to Lila on your kitchen counter over tea and toast. Lila called Kylian a number of various expletives and applauded you for blocking him. Once Lila had left, an idea came over you. You quickly changed out of your pajamas and into something somewhat presentable before heading into your car. Before you could even think about what you were doing, you had arrived at Lucas’s place and were knocking on the door.

“Hi,” you said quietly when Lucas opened the door to you. 

“Hey.”

“Can I come in?”

Lucas didn’t answer, but opened the door all the way, letting you come in. You took a seat on his couch and he did the same, sitting across from you. His nose was still swollen and red, but the bleeding had stopped.

“Your nose looks better,” you said after a moment.

“Thanks. The doctor said it isn’t broken.” 

“That’s great news.” 

The two of you once again sat in silence for a few minutes before you finally couldn’t handle the tension any longer.

“Listen, I’m so sorry about what happened last night. Kylian isn’t my ex. We never dated. He is - well, was - my best friend. We grew up together. There’s never been anything romantic between us, I swear.” You took a deep breath before continuing. “Every guy I’ve ever dated has had a problem with how close we are. I didn’t want the same thing to happen with us, so after I met you, I distanced myself from him. Because I knew I felt different about you than any other guy I’ve been with, and I didn’t want our friendship to ruin what we had. Kylian didn’t like that, so that’s why he’s mad at me. And you, I guess.” 

You stared at him for a moment, waiting for him to say something, but he didn’t. 

“Lucas, I really, really like you, and I’m so sorry for what happened. If you never want to speak to me again, I understand. But I think we have something really good and I would hate to ruin it. Can we give this another shot, please?” 

You were surprised at your own words. You had never worn your heart on your sleeve like this before. All your life, you had feared looking desperate. You never wanted to be one of those girls who begged for a man to come back into her life. And yet, here you were. 

Once again, Lucas didn’t say anything for a moment. Just as you were about to grab your purse and head out the door, he finally smiled softly. “Of course we can,” he said, ushering for you to come sit next to him. “I’m sorry for how I reacted last night, too.” 

You let out a sigh of relief. “You have nothing to be sorry about!” You exclaimed as you walked over to him and embraced him. When you pulled away, Lucas held your face in his hands and said, “I really like you, too, Sophie. This past week with you has been amazing.” He brought your lips to his and kissed you. You let his tongue enter your mouth. 

The two of you spent the rest of the night on the couch together. At some point that evening, Lucas had turned to you and asked you to be his girlfriend. It was fast - it had only been one week, after all - but you didn’t hesitate when you told him yes.

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The brothers reacting to MC's best friend who is purposely trying to get them jealous. And the best friend is just another brother.

Hello, anon! My brain is glitching at the moment, so I hope you mean a brother is trying to get another brother jealous, and not a brother trying to get Mc jealous. Please let me know if you meant the second option and I'll fix the issue right away. That being said, I hope you enjoy this piece of writing!

the brothers react to their sibling trying to get them jealous

-> brothers x mc

fun fact: I used the random number generator to decide which brother annoys which lol

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: self-deprecation, fighting, mild violence (in the way of throwing books), mild suggestive content, petty attempts at revenge

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Lucifer

despite how busy lucifer is, you and him are in a happy relationship that works out for you

he never once questioned the bond between you, so why in the three worlds does asmo think he can get under his skin by being overly friendly with you?

the fifth born would often throw his arms around you, declaring his love for you while rubbing your faces together

it's asmo we're talking about, so this behavior isn't too unusual for him, but it was starting to bother lucifer

everyone put an f in the chat for asmo, that day he got to know mammon's pain

Mammon

mammon would often text you to come over, and you'd reply with a 'yes', of course

but lately, you've been replying a lot with 'I can't, belphie's asleep on my lap'

belphie is doing this because mammon never paid him back the money he owed, this was the avatar of sloth's revenge

eventually, mammon has had enough

he marched over to wherever you and belphie were, grabbed his little brother by the collar and dragged him off of your lap, and then took you out to dinner

belphie was very confused when he woke up on the floor

Leviathan

this man's name is the avatar of envy

when you started to spend more time with your friend beel than him, he got sad

every time you'd see him again after hanging out with beel, he'd go on about how he's a worthless otaku and you don't love him

you tell him you do love him, beel's just been finding nice restaurants lately and honestly, you don't think beel is purposely trying to upset his brother

one day, levi couldn't control his jealousy anymore and summoned lotan in the house

lucifer wasn't happy

Satan

satan's favorite hobby? reading

how to make reading even better? with you leaning against his chest

how to ruin the experience? mammon following you everywhere

satanis the avatar if wrath, so when he saw mammon enter the room with you and when he was talking while he was trying to read, he snapped

he started screaming and throwing books at mammon, trying to get him to leave

it worked

Asmodeus

you and asmo have this tradition every night of the last day of the week where you have an at-home spa night in his bathroom

you've never skipped this before, that's why he was not having it when you told him lucifer asked you to help him with paperwork

asmo's grades had not been great lately, and this is how the eldest brother is punishing him

he entered lucifer's office and started whining until he got you back

lucifer eventually did let you go with him, but he was planning an even worse punishment for the next day

Beelzebub

there's this special cookie recipe you know, and you bake the cookies according to said recipe for beel and beel only

everyone in the house knew this, and satan decided to use this fact to get revenge on beel for eating his book

he was teasing him and all, declaring you made the cookies for him this time, and not beel

the two brothers started fighting in the kitchen by the time you arrived

you tried to assure beel you didn't do what satan claimes but it was too late

beel had destroyed the wall again

Belphegor

belphie liked going to sleep, then to wake up seeing you face

but lately, he'd take a nap with you and wake up without you

all because levi got this new two-player game, and he kept inviting you to his room to play

belphie was done with this behavior, he went over to his older brothers room while you were playing and let him knew exactly what he thinks of this new little excuse to hog your attention

youngest children are ruthless, poor levi ended up in tears, and you have to fix this messy situation

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Full Thoughts on TDP Season 5

Under the cut, because there are many of them!

Starting off with things I liked:

Rayllum! It was so good to see them on the same page again, and they have a perfect balance between deep, romantic devotion and the shared laughter and gestures of best friends. Their dynamic this season was my favorite iteration of them so far

Janai and Amaya were wonderful as well. I was really bracing for Amaya to leave for Lux Area without telling Janai and a whole bunch of drama to ensue, but no! They communicate! They trust each other! It's so refreshing!

Side note: Lux Area was gorgeous the detail in every shot of the city and Bookery was so good. I want to live there. I will take on the night creatures if need be

I hoped we'd get an apology from Amaya for Rayla, and I'm really glad they took the time to put it in the show instead of a short story or anything like that. It was also cool to see Amaya recognizing the similarities she and Rayla share and acting as more of a mentor to her, I hope we see more of them together later on

The reoccurring message that oftentimes the best way to be strong is by going to other people for help- first Amaya's story, then Rayla trusting Callum, then Zubeia's talk with Avizandum. It's a very good moral

That whole thing with Soren and Elmer! Breaking the cycle of cruelty! I love Soren so much

Callum using dark magic again. I thought I would hate it if that happened, since we've seen a corruption plotline with him and with Claudia already, but the way it was done sort of added a good sense of realism. I like that Callum isn't a Perfectly Moral Mage just because he can do primal magic; it feels deeper and more complicated if he has to recognize that the easier, darker choice is always there, and sometimes he won't be able to resist it, but he has to try each time anyway

So many little moments that I'll probably be going into in separate posts because the dynamic between the characters was on fire. It was so good to see the team really working together, their chemistry was so good

Things I wasn't as much of a fan of:

The problem with the show really relying on people to read all the supplementary material is still present. I was pretty confused about who Kpp'Ar was until I looked him up on the wiki, and again, people who didn't know about Soren getting sick as a kid from the Book 2 novelization really wouldn't have gotten his part of the dream sequence. It doesn't ruin the show or anything but it does make it a little confusing at times

The plotline with the coins is starting to feel a little drawn-out. Runaan's presence would bring up enough complications between Rayla and the rest of the group that he needs enough time out of the coin to give that the weight it deserves, and I'm really hoping he gets out next season so we can have at least season 7 to go into that. Also, Ethari needs his husband back

As good as it was to see rayllum back together, I do still think we needed a scene of them actually talking things through. I'm sure it'll appear in a Reflections story at some point, but again, you don't want your show to lean that heavily on the bonus material

This is more of a nitpick than anything else, but the characters' faces in the early episodes felt really stiff. They'd be having a monologue where you could really hear the emotion in their voices, but their faces just... didn't really move

And finally: too many crabs. This is not a flaw with the season this is just because I personally am freaked out by crabs and I've never been so horrified in all my life as when the true nature of Finnegrin's ship was revealed. It'll haunt me forever

Overall I liked it a lot, and I'm really excited to see where it goes next! Claudia feels like she's on the very edge of the point of no return, if she hasn't already crossed it, and it'll be very interesting to see how she reacts to the loss of her leg and (most likely) the loss of her father next season. I'm also very excited for the nova blade, that sounds like a gorgeous piece of weaponry and seeing whoever wields it (my money's on Rayla) fighting Aaravos is going to be epic. This season has definitely ratcheted up my investment in the show, which I'm very excited about

[callsigndragon]

A Rebel In My Soul | Chapter 3: Dog Fight

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Fem!Mitchell!Reader

Word count: 3,3k (they keep getting longer omg)

Warnings: swearing, brief mentions of death, Hangman being a decent human being for once (needs a warning), mentions of alcohol, bit of angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn. HANGMAN'S POV (this needs a big warning)

Summary: Y/N "Rebel" Mitchell is one of the best aviators of her generation. She grew up hearing the adventures and stories of Maverick, her father, that he used as bedtime stories. She became an aviator with her best friend Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw and now both of them have to come back to the Top Gun Academy for an important mission. Only the best of the best is called for this mission, including the southern idiot called Jake "Hangman" Seresin. Both of you had hated each other since day one. Now, having to work together once more, you count the days for this mission to be over, not only to never see Hangman again, but to also cut all connections again with your father.  

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A/N: Okay this is crazy. Thank you so much to all of you who are reading this series. To all the new followers, the ones that like and comment, and the ones that just read. Thank you. You don't now how important this is for me. My mental health issues ended my willing to write, and I began to write this series mostly to myself, but I see a lot of you enjoying it, and y'all.... it's a wonderful feeling. Just thank you. This chapter has Hangman's pov at the end, revealing a little of his feelings and thoughts. It was really special for me so... i hope you like it!

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Rooster ends up being one of the firsts to do the exercise. You stay with Phoenix, Bob, Hangman and the rest, listening to the radio, hearing how things are going up there.  

“Good morning, aviators. This is your captain speaking. Welcome to basic fighting maneuvers. As briefed, today’s exercise is dog fighting. Guns only, no missiles. We do not go below the hard deck of 5000 feet”  

You take a sit next to Hangman, cause it’s the only available sit left in the sofa. “Yeah, sure, like he’s not down there already”  

“Howdy, Rebel. How do you know so much about him?” says Hangman turning around an f-18 model that he found in the table.  

“He’s a legend. Everybody knows about him”  

“You think I’ll be as famous as him someday?”  

“Keep dreaming, Hangman”  

“If I shoot either one of you down,” Maverick keeps explaining the rules of the exercise “you both lose” 

“This guy needs an ego check”  

“You’re one to talk, Hangman. But actually, and I can’t believe I'm gonna say this, you’re right” 

“One of us will get him. We’re the best” 

One thing about Hangman is that if you’re a good pilot, he’s not gonna mess with that. He respects it. He messes with Rooster because he’s cautious, and in a way, you think he’s trying to puss his buttons to make him react. Rooster has always been too careful when flying. Maverick once said that he wasn’t ready to leave the book behind and start doing things his own way. You hate to admit it, but he was right. Rooster is an excellent pilot, but he follows every single rule in the book. You’ve grown to believe that this is a result of Goose’s accident. It has turned into a trauma for Rooster. He’s always trying to keep control of the aircraft. He’s too cautious and you’re too reckless. If you were paired together, probably you would be the best team.  

He is too slow and Payback and Fanboy are almost smoked, but Rooster gets in the middle to save them. Rooster always makes sure to bring the whole team back home.  

One after one, all your team goes up there, none of them are able to get Maverick. Not even you, he tried to make conversation with you several times and you weren’t having it. Phoenix and Bob were surprised to hear how Maverick was talking to you. As if the two of you were close. He kept talking and ended up frustrating you so much that it was impossible for him to get him. You had to do the 200 push-ups.  

The second time you’re up there, you have Hangman as your wingman. Great, he’s going to leave you alone in a matter of seconds.  

“So, Rebel, mind if I ask you a personal question?”  

“You’re gonna ask it anyway” you say while looking around, trying to find Maverick. He’s not on the radar, he has to be close.  

“What’s the story with you, Rooster and Maverick? It seems like it has you both a little rattled” 

“That’s none of your business, Hangman. Where the hell is he?” 

“Been here the whole time” says Maverick, appearing from below your aircraft, and moving to be above you, face down.  

“Holy shit” exclaims Hangman. You’re not actually surprised. He’s that type of person.  

“You see me know, kid? Come on, let’s get it over with” he tells you, looking directly into your eyes.  

He thinks that he can just pull out of nowhere, after what he did to you and Rooster, and solve everything with a dog fight? Just old Maverick behavior. If he wants fight, you’ll give him war.  

“Fight’s on, old man!” you howl, turning your aircraft.  

“What is with these two?” Hangman questions. But you’re too busy to answer.  

You both go down, spiraling around each other, sky and earth spinning around you. You keep falling. None of you is going to pull up soon. This is dangerous, to say the least, and once you set foot on the ground, Rooster is going to scold you because of your actions. You said that you wouldn’t let Maverick get to you. But he has a talent to make people angry.  

“All right, you put us here. How you’re gonna get yourself out?” he asks you. Always the teacher tone. Maverick should know by now that there are only a few things left that he can teach you. He raised you.  

You are just like him when it comes to flying. 

“Already wanting to leave, old man? You can bail out anytime”  

“How long you want to go, Rebel?”  

“I can go as low as you sir! And that’s saying something”  

“What’s past is past. For the three of us”  

“Wouldn’t you like to believe that” you sneer. He really is something else. He's trying to make you and Rooster forget everything that happened. He really believes he was doing the right thing. And he’s not even going to explain himself to try to gain your forgiveness.  

“Hard deck is 5000 feet, fellas. You are running out of room” says Hangman through the radio.  

Altitude. Altitude. Altitude.  

The automated voice is warning you. You’ve broken the hard deck. You’re still going down, approaching the ground faster by the second, but you cannot look away from Maverick. The first one that pulls up, loses. He knows it. You know it.  

And a Mitchell never loses.  

“Your strategy is about to run us into the ground. What’s your move, Rebel?” 

Altitude. Altitude. Altitude.  

You look at the numbers on your screen. They're going down really fast. You want to pull up. You need to pull up. But you can’t lose. You can’t let Maverick win. Not again.  

Not this time.  

Pull up. Pull up. Pull up.  

“Rebel, pull up!” shouts Hangman.  

Maverick pulls up before you. You smirk and pull up, knowing that you have him. He’s going down. He’s flying low, as if that could scare you.  

“Come on, Rebel. You got him!” says Hangman. Why is he being nice?  

You drop down flying right behind Maverick and try to mark him.  

“Come on, come on, come on”  

Tone. You get tone. You got him.  

“Whooo! Attagirl, get your ass up here before you crush” Hangman is being too nice. Is he trying to be in your good side to end up in the dagger team? 

You move your aircraft to be next to Maverick’s. 

“Remember, old man. 200 push-ups” you turn to leave, Hangman following you.  

When you get off your aircraft, Hangman is waiting for you.  

“Breaking the hard deck, insubordination… You really live up to your call sign” jokes Hangman. Seriously, what’s wrong with him?  

“Want something, Bag man?”  

“C’mon, Reb. What’s going on?” he sounds sincere. Like he really wants to know.  

“Why do you care so much?”  

“Cause I’ve seen you fly before. You’ve always been reckless. But this? This is something else”  

You stop walking and turn to look at him. He’s usual cocky smile is gone. He’s looking at you, eyes full of concern. He really is worried about you. You look away, not being able to keep watching those beautiful green eyes that take your breath away.  

Wait what? 

“I’ll see you on the Hard Deck. Buy me a drink and maybe I’ll tell you”  

Hangman smiles a little. A different smile from the ones that you have seen before. Did he hit his head with something?  

“I’ll see you there, then” he says softly before leaving. You remain there, speechless, trying to understand what’s going on in Hangman’s head. 

You enter the Hard Deck, seeing Hangman waiting for you at the bar top, beer in hand. He looks good out of his uniform, wearing some old jeans, a white t-shirt and his aviator jacket. His hair is loose, giving him a more juvenile aspect. You wouldn’t mind seeing more of this Hangman.  

He takes a sip of his beer, eyes scanning the door to see the incomers. When he sees you, he raises his beer as a greeting. You smile a little, walking towards him.  

“Hangman” 

“Rebel” he welcomes you, looking at Penny “Can you get me two more? Thanks, dear”  

“So, you’re really gonna get me a drink”  

“I keep my promises. You get your beer; I get to know what is happening here”  

“I never thought Hangman was an old gossiping lady”  

Penny puts down the beers in front of you, smiling before leaving to get more drinks to other clients. The place is relatively quiet, but it won’t be like this for too long.  

“Honey, I was born and raised in the south. Of course, I gossip” he admits, raising his beer. “Cheers”  

You do the same, drinking the cool liquid. If someone told you three days ago that you’ll end up drinking beers with Hangman, you would have laughed.  

“He tried to pull my papers at the Naval Academy” you admit after swallowing the drink.  

Hangman chokes on his beer. You grab a napkin to clean the drops of golden liquid that have fallen on his jacket. He looks at you, eyes completely widened in shock.  

“Maverick?”  

“Yeah. The man, the legend”  

“But why would he do something like that?”  

“I used to think that he was trying to protect me” you admit, your eyes focusing in the beer in your hands. You twirl it around slowly, not being really interested in drinking it. Hangman takes off his jacket and moves his stool to be closer to you. His hand brushes yours innocently, but it makes your skin burn and your heart to beat faster.  

What are you, some kind of teenager? Having a crush because someone touched your hand?  

A crush? 

“So, you two knew each other from before”  

“I thought I did” you admit, taking a big sip of your beer.  

Hangman looks at you. There’s a shadow, a feeling in his eyes that you cannot identify. At first, you think it’s pity. But you’ve seen the pity in the eyes of the rest of the world every time they knew who your father was. That’s not pity. He blinks a few times and that shadow disappears.  

“Are you late because Rooster reprimanded you?” mocks Hangman, a small devilish smile adorning his features.  

You let your head fall to the bar top with a groan, making Hangman laugh. Of course, he did. He lectured you during thirty minutes, trying to remind you that it was your life what you were risking when doing “bullshit like that”. His words, not yours.  

“You know, I always say that he’s like my big brother but he took that personally” you mutter, your voice muffled by the wood.  

“Oh, he did. When we met at the academy, everyone thought you two were dating. And then one day, we were here playing pool and you went to the bathroom and he said and I quote” he clears his throat before speaking in the most ridiculous sound-alike Rooster voice you’ve ever heard. “If one of you idiots tries to get in my little sister’s pants, I will kill you with my own bare hands”  

“Please tell me it’s a lie” you beg him, not wanting to believe his words. 

He leans closer. You can feel his warm breath against your cheekbone. His cologne filling your nostrils and making your heart skip a beat by the sudden proximity.  

“He even said that to Phoenix” he declares, a laugh following soon after he sees the mortification in your eyes.  

“Oh my God. I’ll kill him” you put your hands on your face to shield you from Hangman’s stare.  

“Honestly, it was for the better. There were a few guys interested in proving if you were as good in bed as you were in the sky. Assholes” he finishes his beer and turns in his stool. “Pool?” 

“Sure” you say, getting up and taking your beer with you.  

You play for a while, opting for small talk rather than important conversations as before. There’s something inside your brain, a tiny little voice screaming that you should leave. It’s true that you don’t understand why he is being nice to you all of a sudden… but you know that he means no harm. He’s egotistical, arrogant, and a complete idiot when he wants to. But you’ve seen him be a good teammate when the occasion required to. What is behind this change of behavior, you don’t know. But there’s nothing wrong in hanging around long enough to find out.  

You have to admit that every time he leans over to aim, you look at his hands. There’s something about them that drives you mad. Strong, calloused hands that make your imagination go wild. You need to stop those thoughts before they go too far.  

“Hangman” 

“Yes?”  

“Why did you call me up there?” 

“Did I?” he tilts his head, feigning ignorance. As if you couldn’t see past him.  

“Yes, you told me to pull up”  

“Oh yeah. If you burn in, the mission will be over. And I really want to know what this is all about” he says, his cocky smile present again. Yeah, that’s the Hangman you know.  

“And here I thought you were being friendly”  

Hangman’s smile drops instantly, as if he has just realized that he’s done something wrong. He is about to say something when you feel an arm on your shoulders. 

“Rebel? You didn’t tell me you were gonna be here” Rooster says appearing behind you and almost giving you a heart attack.  

“Jesus, Rooster. Don’t scare me like that”  

“C’mon I want you to meet some people”  

You give the stick to Hangman. “Thanks for the beer”  

He nods and remains silent while you leave. You don’t notice but he watches you leave with a glimpse of sadness in his eyes. Hangman pays for the drinks and leaves the Hard Deck without a goodbye. 

Jake leaves the Hard Deck, trying to identify the feelings that cloud his mind. Why is he feeling bitter? Is it because Rebel chose Rooster? Of course, she will always choose him. He and Rebel are not friends. How is he even going to be an option? He gets on his car, but doesn’t turn the engine. He remains there, looking inside the bar. She is smiling to something that Rooster is saying, her big, shiny eyes full of adoration for the taller man.  

Jake has never been jealous of anyone. He got the looks, he got the skills, he is better than the majority of the pilots in the base. But yet, he’s not enough for her. And he feels jealous of Rooster because it doesn’t matter how much he fucks it up, Rebel will always be there for him. 

Why are these feelings and thoughts materializing right now?  

Maybe it is because she almost killed herself.  

That dog fight with Maverick was dangerous. When he saw Rebel breaking the hard deck without caring about her own security, he felt the need to go after her. But he didn’t. How could he? It was impossible to stop her when she was flying. He knew, though, that if someone could beat the old timer, it was Rebel. That girl was made to be an aviator. But she needed someone to stop her from pulling out these stunts.  

Recently, everybody had been talking about the “Mitchell’s”. Not around Rebel or Rooster, of course. But they’ve been talking. The way they talk to each other is really suspicious. Fanboy said that maybe Rebel was his wife, hence the name. Phoenix smacked him in the back of the head. Obviously, Rebel wasn’t married. Maverick was her father. Everybody knew, but no one said anything out of respect for the pilot.  

He was ready to say something at the exercise. Being just the two of them up there, maybe he could ask. But then he saw the turn of the events and he knew that if she wanted to talk about it, it wouldn’t be with him. 

He had been a dick with her since the first day. How could he expect that Rebel told him something so personal? He was out of his mind.  

But what he really wanted to know was why the heck was he caring about a nepotism baby. Her father is one of the most famous legends at Top Gun and she’s here. Did Daddy’s name open the doors of the academy for her?  

No. Jake knew that was bullshit. If there was someone in the team who really deserved to be here, was Rebel. She’s a hell of a pilot. Jake remembers the first day that he saw her at Top Gun. He couldn’t understand how someone like Rebel made it into this world. Shy, quiet, always hidden behind Rooster. Maybe that was one of the reasons why he was always a dick with her. He wanted to get her out of her shell. He wanted to break her walls, to see the real Rebel. If she was there, she was good. She was part of the 1%. Then she proved to be better than everyone at the academy and nobody could believe that the shy girl was a menace in the air. She became confident, brave and a force to reckon. She found her voice and she stopped being the quiet girl in the back of the room. That's when the trouble maker appeared. And she gained her call sign.  

Jake gave it to her.  

He remembers the exact words that gave the inspiration to the team. “You’re a rebel in disguise, Mitchell. And someday your actions will have consequences”  

That was the day Rebel was born.  

Jake has to admit that she is one of a kind. Good pilot, better friend, she had been team leader in some exercises back in the academy days and she seemed to be born for it. Always caring about the rest, willing to sacrifice herself to secure the rest of the team. She didn’t break rules to be cool, to be the best or to gain recognition. Rebel broke rules to save people. Sometimes a good leader needs to break some rules to save the rest. That’s why Jake knows that he will never be team leader. He wasn’t as good as her.  

Lately, every time he closes his eyes, he can see her. He’s been watching her too much these last two days. Jake doesn’t know why. There’s something in her… in her eyes looking at the sky to see Rooster flying away, in the way she moves when dancing at the Hard Deck, in how she smiles whenever Phoenix makes a joke. Everyone gets a special part of Rebel. Eyes, smiles… he wants something too. But why?  

Does Jake Seresin want Rebel to be his friend? Yeah, that’s probably it. He knows now that he’s always been envious of Rooster and Rebel’s friendship. It was… pure. Pure and unadulterated love. Not that type of love. But a type of love that Jake had never felt before.  

He wants someone who will be waiting for him whenever he comes back from an exercise, ready to tell him how good he did, or if he has to do something differently to be better. He wants someone to play pool with at the Hard Deck. Someone that stays with him when everybody leaves. Someone he can share secrets, stories, memories with. Or just talk about everything and anything until the night turns into morning. Someone that is not afraid of his stupid jokes because deep down she knows that he is a good guy, but he probably doesn’t know how to talk to people. He wants to open up to someone and maybe, that someone is Rebel. Someone who is as good as him in the sky, but better than him in every single aspect on the ground. Someone he can learn from, and someone he can teach to. 

Jake turns the engine of his car, ready to leave.  

Yeah. He just wants a friend. 

[cyansadness]

Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince

i was going to post this thursday but then ep.5 came out. but, it's here and i'm so excited for y'all to read.

also @cherrybb-ily thank you for listening to me, helping me plan this, and for being awesome (i finally posted) the literal best.

i see all of your requests and everything is under wraps along with a certain fic that is currently in the works but i'm here to feed into this fandom.

also the most important thing. go watch grease: rise of the pink ladies

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Jane walked up the bleachers steps to the top where the T-Birds and The Pink Ladies all ate lunch together. Out of every person in her English class, she had to be partnered with Buddy Aldridge. Why did her class have to be full of socs?

“Hola mi corazón.” Richie smiled, kissing Jane’s cheek as she sat down next to him. She smiled before leaning her head against his leather-clad shoulder. “What’s wrong, angel?” He asked, reaching over to grab Jane’s hand.

“I think Mr. Daniels has a grudge against the Pink Ladies.” Jane sighed. “What did that fink do now?” Nancy asked as now that the rest of the Pink Ladies and the T-Birds noticed Jane’s arrival. 

“We have an English project and Mr. Daniels put me with Buddy of all people.” Jane complained to the group who all reacted in a shocked way. “What?” Richie asked, making sure to keep his jealousy in check.

“Can you just switch partners? Daniels can’t be that much of a hardass.” Cynthia tried to help. “My class is full of socs. I’ll just be replacing one problem with another.” Jane buried her head in her hands.

“Look, just ignore him. Do your project and get the best grade like you always do. Remember, you’re Jane. He doesn’t matter.” Richie reassured as he grabbed her chin gently and turned her head towards him.

He leaned in, kissing Jane softly. He felt a book smack him on the leg, making the two separate. “You two know the rule, none of that while the rest of us are trying to eat lunch.” Olivia scolded, hitting Richie again. Richie pushed his sister away as the two started to go back and forth.

Jane smiled at the siblings’ antics. She could do this. She could ignore Buddy. Just get the project done. Nothing more, nothing less.

~~~lil’ time skip~~~

Whoever told her she could do this was lying to her. Maybe Mr. Daniels did have a grudge against the Pink Ladies. 

Buddy, as always, was trying to talk to Jane. About anything at that point. He’d ask about anything unrelated to the project that Jane just wanted to get done. 

A majority of the time, Jane just kept her head down and worked on her side. If she had a question, she’d cut him off, ask, then went right back to ignoring him.

It works for her. Besides, as soon as the bell rings, Richie is right there waiting for her so they could walk to lunch together. Usually, Buddy ended up using the same route so he could meet up with the socs.

Buddy had enough. He couldn’t handle Jane just ignoring them like nothing ever happened between them. 

Buddy had been calling Jane’s name about 1,000 times by that point. She ignored every time, giggling at something Richie said. They were rounding the corner of the bleachers when Buddy reached out and grabbed Jane’s wrist.

Immediately, Jane shrieked before turning around and tugging her wrist back into her chest, a deer in headlights look on her face.

Richie saw red. He started walking towards Buddy until he felt Jane’s hand around his bicep. He looked back as she shook her head. If Richie was going to listen to someone, it was going to be Jane.

“Don’t touch her Aldridge. You had your chance already.” Richie said, wrapping his arm around Jane’s waist. The Pink Ladies and The T-Birds, hearing Jane’s yell, came down from the bleachers. 

“What happened? Are you okay?” Olivia asked, going to check on her friend. “Everything is fine, can we please just go to lunch?” Jane said, a pleading tone evident in her voice. “Everything is not fine.” Richie corrected.

“This jerk just grabbed Jane after tailing us.” Richie explained, still glaring at Buddy. “Look, I didn’t mean any harm. Jane, can we just talk?” Buddy asked, trying to not add any fuel to the fire. 

“Well, she doesn’t want to talk to you so beat it.” Cynthia told Buddy, the girls right next to her. “Well, I was talking to Jane, not you so shut it.” Buddy snapped at Cynthia. 

“Don’t talk to her like that.” Jane snapped back at him. “You know what? You never used to be like this.” Buddy said, making Jane scoff. “They” Buddy looked at the Pink Ladies with disgust. “changed you. They turned into something you’re not. What happened to my Jane?” Buddy continued. 

“Your Jane?” Jane asked. “You mean the girl who you got rid of the second you lied about us? She’s gone.” Jane let out a dry laugh. “No. They poisoned you against me.” Buddy glared at the Pink Ladies who were all positioned right behind Jane.

“Don’t talk about them like that. It’s not their fault that you are not a good guy Buddy. I won’t stand you and let you insult the only people who were there for me after you ruined my life!” Jane’s voice had raised and she was nearly shouting as she stepped closer to Buddy. 

“Jane, I gave you an option.” Buddy kept his voice calm and even. “You wanted to date me in secret because you thought dating me publicly would ruin your chance for reelection.” Jane rolled her eyes.

“Wait, what?” “Bastard.” “He’s asking for a beatdown.” The girls chorused behind her. Jane didn’t even have to turn around to feel the harsh glares Buddy was getting the Pink Ladies. 

“Stop pretending like you’re the good guy. You aren’t the good guy. So do us all a favor and leave us alone.” Jane’s voice had lowered but that fire was still strong in her eyes. 

Behind her, both gangs stood with a mixture of both shocked and proud expressions on their faces. Jane walked back to where Richie was standing when he wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek. “Look at you go, putting ese ​​cabrón in his place. I’m proud of you.” Jane blushed as she smiled. 

The couple started to follow the rest of the group up the bleachers when Buddy called out to them. “Hey Richie, have fun with her. Butter her up with some attention and she’ll do whatever you want. She’s real easy like that.” Buddy sneered. 

Jane felt herself tense up and lean closer into Richie. Richie had turned around to look at the football player, seeing red. He wasn’t the only one. The Pink Ladies had quickly turned around and stormed down the steps.

Olivia and Nancy immediately lunged towards Buddy only to be held back by Gil and Potato. “You guys realize that McGee hates you guys and might actually expel you for fighting.” Gil said to Olivia who was trying to break Gil’s grip around her waist so she could strangle Buddy.

Cynthia had gone next to Jane as Richie made his way over to Buddy. “Hey, don’t listen to him. He doesn’t know a thing.” Cynthia tried to comfort her but it all sounded underwater. The only thing she could hear was her heartbeat in her ears. She felt the tears pricking her eyes and blinked them back. Her breathing became quicker, more shallow as Jane tried to fight back her tears. 

Richie stormed over to where the girls were. Buddy saw him too late. Richie swung and nailed him right in the eye. The socs who had gathered around Buddy gasped and went to help him. 

“Don’t say a word about my girl, you hear me Aldridge.” Richie yelled before turning around and walking to where Cynthia was trying to calm down a near hyperventilating Jane.

Richie sent an appreciative smile towards Cynthia before she went to calm down the other two members of the girl gang.

“Jane, baby, it’s me, it’s Richie.” He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, bringing her into a hug. Jane wrapped her arms around his torso, burying her head into his neck.

“Can we please just go?” Her voice was shaky and a little muffled as she tried to fight back her tears but that was becoming increasingly more difficult. “Of course.” Richie kissed the top of her head before whistling. He jerked his head towards the main building. 

He started walking with Jane under his arm, the T-Birds following closely behind. The Pink Ladies hung back. “Watch your back Buddy Aldridge.” Olivia threatened before the three girls ran up to catch up with the others.

Both gangs found refuge in the empty auditorium. Jane was next to Richie, leaning against him as he placed his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. The girls surrounded Jane’s other side while the T-Birds sat in random spots around the stands.

“Don’t listen to him Jane. He is just mad that he missed an opportunity with one of the best girls in Rydell.” Olivia tried to reassure. Jane gave her a small nod, not meeting anyone’s eyes.

Richie looked at Olivia and Olivia understood the message. “We left our stuff outside. I don’t know about you guys but I don’t trust those socs.” Olivia said as she stood up.

The others looked at her with blank stares, not understanding the message. “Ugh, let’s go.” Olivia rolled her eyes before grabbing Cynthia and Nancy by the arms and dragging them out, the T-Birds following behind.

As they heard the door close, Richie turned towards Jane. “He is a bastard who doesn’t deserve you Jane. Don’t listen to him.” Richie said, rubbing circles on her arm. “Maybe he’s right.” Jane muttered, moving away from Richie. 

“What if he’s right and everyone knows it and I just keep denying it to make myself feel better about the truth. That I’m just some slut.” Jane rambled, gripping the fabric of her skirt so tight that her knuckles turned white.

She felt the tears prick her eyes again but she didn’t try to fight them this time. She let them fall down her face. When did her vision get so blurry? Were those sobs coming from her?

Richie pulled her into her arms, stroking her back as she sobbed into his neck. Eventually, Jane would stop crying and the others would return and they would start their plan to get revenge on Buddy.

But until then, Richie held his girl in his arms as she cried. 

~~~lil’ time skip pt.2~~~

The weekend couldn’t come quicker. In an attempt to cheer Jane up, Olivia decided to host the Pink Ladies sleepover at her house. 

Currently, the girls were all splayed out around Olivia’s room. Nancy and Jane were on the floor while Nancy did Jane’s nails. 

Olivia was leaning against her headboard while Cynthia was the opposite way, head laying over the edge of the bed as they discussed revenge plots.

“Maybe we should actually lace his milk with castor oil.” Cynthia suggested. The other three shook their heads no. 

“We can get the boys to mess with his car.” Olivia said, a smirk forming on her face. “Too illegal.” Jane said for the 100th time that night.

“You can’t say everything is too illegal Jane. Takes the fun out of it.” Cynthia sighed, flipping onto her stomach.

Nancy finished Jane’s nails and Jane started to blow on them. “Administration will pin anything on us, we can’t give them more chances to make us look like the villains.” Jane reminded the girls.

This is why Jane was the leader of the Pink Ladies. What she lacks in confidence, she makes up for in intelligence that keeps them out of trouble.

The brainstorm session continued the same until it was interrupted by a knock at the door. Olivia rolled her eyes as she went to open it.

“Richie, I told you already. You can’t steal Jane so you two can go suck face in your room. Olivia said, blocking the entrance to her room.

“Come on, I just need to talk to Jane. 5 minutes promise.” Richie asked his sister. Olivia rolled her eyes before relenting and moving out of the way.

“If she’s not back in 5 minutes, I’m picking your lock.” Olivia warned. Richie smiled before holding out his hand. Jane took his hand, a bashful smile on her lips as he led her to his room.

He held the door open for her as she walked in. Jane liked Richie’s room. The walls were full of pictures and posters, there were some clothes strewn on the floor but it wasn’t horrible.

His T-Birds jacket was hanging off a hook and his dressers had a bunch of pictures. “Lots we can do in 5 minutes.” Richie commented, wrapping his arm around Jane’s waist. 

“Yeah, I guess there is.” Jane smirked as she pulled him by his collar into a kiss. Richie’s grip on Jane tightened as Jane’s hands went into his hair. Jane started to pull him towards his bed, lips still interlocked. 

Jane fell back with Richie on top of her. Richie started to kiss down her neck, his fingers running up and down the outside of her thigh. Jane tightened her grip on his hair as he kissed over her pulse point.

Richie sucked on the skin of the pulse point, smirking at the high pitched gasp that escaped her lips. When he detached himself from her neck, he rubbed his thumb against the red mark that stood prominently on Jane’s pale neck. 

He kissed Jane again, continuing their makeout session when someone banged on the door. “5 minutes Richie. We want Jane back.” Olivia’s voice was muffled by the door. The two begrudgingly pulled apart as Richie stood up to open the door. 

Olivia’s eyes widened at the sight of her brother’s tousled hair and flushed appearance. Cynthia and Nancy who were behind her looked around Richie to see Jane’s own disheveled appearance. 

“Jeez, look at the size of that thing on your neck.” Cynthia commented, pushing past Richie to get into his room. Richie tried to protest but was interrupted by Olivia and Nancy doing the same.

Jane stood up as she went to the mirror on Richie’s wall. “Richie.” She whined as she saw the mark already starting to bruise. “Hey, you never said I couldn’t leave anything behind.” He defended himself with a smug grin.

Jane groaned as she threw her head back. “Don’t worry. I’ll help you cover it up. And maybe find you a boyfriend who isn’t a leech.” Olivia joked as she threw her arm around Jane’s shoulder, ignoring Richie’s offended look in her direction.

~~~lil’ time skip pt.3~~~

Monday morning was spent in the school’s parking lot 10 minutes before school started in the T-Birds car. Olivia was working to cover up the dark purple mark on Jane’s neck while the others were hanging around.

“There. Good as new.” Olivia smiled with pride as she handed Jane her compact. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Jane gushed. “Come on. We should head it.” Cynthia told the group. 

Richie handed Jane her jacket that she took off when Olivia started to fix her neck. She smiled at him as she put her jacket on and kissed his cheek. As the two gangs walked to the school, they were met with the usual stares that came with being in a gang.

The group broke apart to go to their lockers and respective classes. Richie walked Jane to her locker, leaning against the locker next to hers as she got her books. Richie looked at something behind Jane and his face dropped.

Confused, Jane turned around and her own face dropped when she saw Buddy standing in front of her, a purple bruise bright on his cheek. Jane rolled her eyes and turned towards her locker. “Jane, can we please talk?” Buddy pleaded with her. 

Jane ignored him, still grabbing her books. “Back off Aldridge. Leave.” Richie told Buddy, stepping in between him and Jane. Buddy sighed before walking away, not wanting another bruise.

It continued like this for two weeks, Buddy trying to talk to Jane and her ignoring him and getting shooed off by whoever was with her. Buddy decided to write a note. This way, Jane could at least read his apology. He slipped the note in Jane’s locker before he walked to the field for lunch. 

Jane went to her locker to grab her lunch and saw the folded up piece of paper fall out. She quickly picked up the paper and opened it. She barely got past the first line before she folded it back up and made her way to the bleachers.

She ran up the bleacher steps, effectively scaring both groups. Jane held out the note for them to see. “It’s from Buddy.” She didn’t even try to hide her grin. The girls mimicked her smile as they urged her to open it.

The group read over the letter, laughing at every other line. “Oh my, this is hopelessly pathetic.” Olivia laughed, leaning on Gil’s shoulder. Jane, who was under Richie’s arm, couldn’t stop laughing to get a full sentence out.

The gangs’ loud laughter ultimately caught the attention of the socs. Buddy caught sight of the letter in Jane’s hands and paled slightly. Susan ordered Rosemary and Dotto go up and figure out what was going on.

“What’s so funny?” Rosemary asked as her and Dot stomped up the steps. Jane was about to say nothing so they would go away but got an idea. She looked at the girls, a devious glint shone in her eyes. 

“Give it to them.” Olivia said first before more verbal encouragement came from the others. Jane wordlessly handed over the letter to the two soc girls. The two ran back to the field, letter in hand.

The two gangs watched as the socs read over the letter and gave Buddy the dirtiest look. Susan walked over and slapped Buddy right across the face. The two gangs collectively gasped before bursting out in laughter again.

“We told you to watch you back, Aldridge.” Cynthia yelled to the quarterback. Jane leaned against Richie’s side. No matter what happens, she has him and her girls.

She’ll be just alright.

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Making friends on Tumblr is my absolute favorite thing. One of my most beloved friends I made on here is someone I admired and was intimidated by for months before I saw that they wrote books. I wrote them random asks like 'where would you rather live? In an apartment above a bookstore in the city or in a cabin in the countryside'. Then I worked up the courage to ask if I could read any of their books, and they sent me a link to their Google docks. I read that book in 14 hours. I stayed up all night reading it. After a few hours, maybe, I got so tired that I just started live reacting to the book in their dms. And now I've seen their tits and they've seen mine. We are straight up crushing on each other! It's been what? A year? Two maybe???

Another of my dearest friends on here I made by following one big ish blog. They were friends with this amazing artist on here and reblogged a bunch of his art. I saw that art and thought it was amazing so I started following the guy. Then he posted his kofi link so ppl could commission doodles from him and I thought fuck yeah and sent him some money. I forgot to put in my tumblr name however and it instead used the last name I had used on kofi instead by auto filling. So he had no idea who wanted a doodle and he had to make a post like 'hey who's fookof and what do ya want me to draw for ya' so I had to dm him. Yada Yada Yada now we're real good friends. I mean we have each other's addresses and stuff lol.

And then there's my friend I made over ao3 by commenting on their post all the time. I saw they made a tumblr, and I immediately reached out to say hey and who I was on ao3 lmao.

I also made a friend only talking about this one character from an interactive fiction game called The Passenger (Jonny, my beloved). We talk about other things now, but that's how it started!

Another friend I made by watching the livestream of a big blog I follow. They streamed over YouTube, and the link they shared was accidentally the link to join the stream instead of just watching it. Anyways he suddenly popped up, and I thought he had a lovely smile. He shared his tumblr name and I went and followed him immediately. I then wrote him an ask that said something along the line of 'You have a lovely smile, it's so contagious 😊 ' and he shared his twitch account! I watched a ton of his streams and talking with him in the comments, I fell asleep listening to his voice! It was lovely. And then we joked about giving out our addresses so he could send me girl scout cookies and I could send him danish candy. And then we did!! It was great!

Another very, very dear friend of mine that I love AND HAVE ACTUALLY MET! TWICE! (Although first time doesn't really count since we weren't friends there.) We met irl first through a school program thing where I visited his country with my class. We exchanged tumblrs, and I followed him and then did not interact for like 3 years lol before, I finally reached out to apologize for something I did when we met. And then we started talking more! And now he's my absolute best internet friend!! We made ocs together and have so many au's lol. I think about our characters all the time, they're my blorbos, haha.

Idk what I wanted to say with this post. I just wanted to talk about my beloved friends. I love making friends over tumblr y'all are amazing.

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This prompt is for Lee Marc, Ler Nathaniel

We know Marc hides his book underneath his jacket when he's not feeling confident about it. What if one day while working alone together, Nathaniel sees this and decides to tickle it out of him!

Of course!! This idea is sooooo cuteeee

Tickle it out of you

Lee: Marc Anciel

Ler: Nathaniel Kutzberg

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Ships: Marcaniel

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Marc entered the locker room and opened his locker, from inside he took out his book

“Ah” the boy sighed “come on, Marc”

He opened his book and started writing, he had taken part of it to write about stories inspired by moments he spent with Nathaniel

‘I’m alone, in a giant school, just with him, but the fact that I’m with him makes me not feel so alone…’

The boy was actually alone at school with Nathaniel, they had asked the teacher to stay a little longer after class at school, so they could finish their work.

“Ah… Nathaniel… why is it so hard?” He said looking at the notebook

“What’s hard Marc?” The red-haired boy's voice said, Nathaniel closed the other's closet door tightly and made a loud noise, scaring poor Marc.

“AH NATH” the youngest quickly hid his book under his coat, but that didn’t stop Nathaniel from seeing

"What is that?" He pointed to the book

"ANYTHING"

"Anything? Mr. Marc Anciel, I saw you put something there-“ Nathaniel tried to get closer and take what Marc had kept

"No!"

The dark-haired boy took a few steps back

Nathaniel smiled

“Marc~ are you going to show me what this is? Or will I have to tickle that out of you~?” He said shaking his claw-shaped fingers.

Marc's eyes widened.

“N-Nath- I-“ he didn’t finish speaking and just ran away

"Hey!" The redhead laughed

They ran, laughing a lot, up the stairs to the art room.

Seeing that he was cornered, Marc took his book and took advantage of his friend's height, lifting the object as high as he could.

"Is not fair!" Nathaniel said trying to grab the book

“Haha! Who said to be so short!”

Nathaniel laughed, he threw himself at Marc and used his arm to tickle the boy.

“NAHAHAHTH”

They both fell to the floor, the book went flying

“Did you call me short? You don’t know who you messed with~”

Under his arms was Marc's most sensitive spot, he was squirming under his best friend

“NOHOHOHOHOHO! SOHORRYHY”

"Too late! Will you show me this book? Or suffer the consequences~”

Marc tried to push Nathaniel

“No, no, no, you may be stronger than me, but you are now completely unarmed.”

Nathaniel increased his speed, making Marc let out a screech.

“PLEHEHEHASEHEH”

Nathaniel laughed, he stopped the tickling, Marc sighed and panted on the floor

“You’re really evil-“ the boy stopped when he saw that his friend had his book in his hands

“Marc…”

At that moment Marc wanted to explode

“All this… you wrote about us?”

Marc blushed “I’m sorry! I don't know how you feel about me! I just don't want you to hate me” he tried to run away

But Nathaniel grabbed the sleeve of his sweatshirt

“Oh, Marc…”

He pulled the other into a hug “why didn’t you tell me before?””

“I-I didn’t know how you would react.”

“What I want is to ask you out, okay?”

Marc blushed even more, Nathaniel definitely thought it was cute

"I think so"

Nathaniel quickly squeezed one of Marc's sides, making the boy jump.

“Hey!”

“You look cute laughing” Nathaniel smiled at him

Marc melted, he took his book, hid it in his sweatshirt again, but this time, it was just so that no one else would see, so that he could share this moment just with Nathaniel, just with his love.

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Thanks for reading 💛