#because i need something to spark joy in this hell

[giftedpoison]

Why does god give his toughest battles (really bad mucus side affect from COVID) to it's strongest soldiers (me a person who loves hot sauce, spicy food, chocolate, and things with milk in it to a degree that means it's my regular diet but I havent been able to have it for over a week)

#i had a java chip frappechino yesterday because i decided i was healed #i proceeded to be up the whole night coughing #i was wrong #eve yells #shitpost #i just want my joys back thats all i want #yes i know this is a privleged thing to say #but also i have very limited safe foods so its hard for me to eat as it is #and also the way i mitigate my depressive mood is through fun little drinks and chocolate #because i need something to spark joy in this hell

[pellucid-constellations]

R&R

Pairing: Cassian x Reader

Summary: Cassian was tired and you were taking forever to get your ass back home.

Word count: 1k

Warnings: nothing! fluff <3

a/n: A little drabble as I ignore my homework.

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Cassian was tired. 

He felt it in his bones and the cracks of his skin.

Dirt was ingrained in every crevice of his leathers, dusting out as he shucked the articles to the ground and stepped into the steaming bath. Training didn’t usually take this much out of him, but there were a host of recruits that he needed to train, all so eager to be part of the troops after the victorious War with Hybern. 

All eager but so, so inept.  

And then you weren’t home when he got here, which pissed him off. 

All he could think about during the hours of training drills and conditioning and corrections was coming home to you, pressing his face into your neck, and falling asleep to the warmth of your skin. He had sent a spark down the bond when he started his journey home, which—to him—was a request for you to come home as well. 

You did not. 

Cassian dried himself off and threw on the closest pair of cotton pants he could find, falling into bed with a huff. 

Ridiculous. 

He was in bed and he was alone. 

He covered his eyes with the bulk of his arm. 

He’d sleep then. Fine. 

Only he couldn’t sleep. The bed smelled like you and he tugged at the bond again. This time, you actually did offer him a reply, and Cassian wanted to drown in the warmth you sent through his chest. 

Where the hell were you?

He flipped onto his stomach and shoved his face into a pillow. He should be able to sleep without you there. He was Illyrian; he had slept in far worse conditions. On rocks, in a tree, standing up against war-torn buildings—Cassian could sleep anywhere at any time. But then he met you and he fell in love with you and you weren’t getting your ass home fast enough.

Cauldron help him if you ever decided to go on vacation. 

Mor had tried something like that when you were freshly mated, posing a girl's trip to you and Feyre. That idea hadn’t gone far.

It had been more about sex and lust and being so enamored by you that he couldn’t breathe back then. Right now he just wanted to get some damn sleep. 

The bedroom door clicked open and unrelenting joy washed away the irritation he was harboring for you. Because how could he be irritated when you came into the room all soft and smiley and bright? Upon further contemplation, Cassian decided that no, he wasn’t ever irritated at you, actually. 

“Hi, Cass,” you called, the sound muting the headache that had begun to form behind the general’s eyes. “How were the recruits? Are they ready to charge into battle?”

You flitted about the room, taking off your coat and setting your bags down and not paying attention to him at all. Cassian fought the urge to tackle you onto the bed just to get you to stop moving. He couldn’t even get a good look at you like this, and he hadn’t seen you all day. He left before you woke up. 

“Yeah maybe in a few years,” Cassian grumbled, following you with his eyes as you started cleaning up the damn room. “C’mere, sweetheart.” 

“I will in just a moment. This place is a mess. You got dirt everywhere, did you know that?” 

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll clean it up later, just come here.” 

You tsked and ignored him. Cassian cursed at the ceiling.

“I was out with Mor earlier and we stopped by Nyx's school to surprise him,” you giggled, grabbing a stupid broom. “He was adorable, of course. He painted you and Az for one of his projects in art. You’ll have to see it when he brings it home. I swear, Cass, he is just hmph—” 

The broom clattered to the floor, forgotten along with the dirt that lined the wood. Your cheeks were encased by Cassian’s hands as he kissed you, and he ran one back to entangle it with your hair. Gods, you smelled good, like strawberries or apples or whatever fruity perfume you were trying while you were out shopping. Cassian deepened the kiss and relished in the surprised sound you made. 

“You didn’t even kiss me when you came in,” he practically pouted, lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “Or look at me.” 

You gripped at his biceps to keep yourself upright, his body pressed so closely to yours. “I didn’t mean to,” you whispered. 

“I know.” He nudged your nose with his. “Lay down with me.” 

“But the floor—” 

“Lay down with me,” he repeated.

A brief pause, a small nod; right now, it took very little to make Cassian so inexplicably happy. 

He gathered you in his arms the moment your body hit the sheets, burying his face in your neck like he was supposed to do about thirty minutes ago. And then you ran your fingers across his scalp and Cassian decided he was dead. There was no other explanation for this type of bliss. 

“Did you have a bad day?” you asked softly. 

“Day was fine. Long, but fine,” he grumbled, pulling you tighter, pressing his lips to your skin. 

You hummed. “Then why couldn’t I clean the room?” 

“Because I’m tired and you were over there.” 

“Not seeing the correlation, my love.” 

Tire was weighing heavy on Cassian’s mind. His body relaxed even more into the bed as his hands ran down the length of your body. 

“I need to hold you to fall asleep,” he replied as if it were obvious. Because it was. 

“Oh.” 

He grunted out a confirmation.

“Well, I’m not exactly ready for bed yet and I told Rhys—” 

“I love you,” Cassian interrupted. “Please stop talking.” 

And then Cassian was no longer pissed or annoyed or tired because nothing was out of place. Sleep found him quickly.

#cassian x reader #cassian x you #cassian x y/n #cassian x fem!reader #cassian acotar #cassian imagine #a court of thorns and roses #acotar

[thebibliosphere]

Cost of inflation aside, the draft2digital upload process is brilliant in comparison to Ingram Spark. It's intuitive, easy to follow, and lets you see the files in real-time instead of making you wait to see your physical proof. I also had a minor problem with something, and customer service got back to me within a few hours, not the literal weeks I've gotten used to with Ingram.

The cover it auto-generated from my ebook files was not the greatest, but if you're on a tight budget or unable to afford separate covers and wanted to do paperback, you could absolutely make it work with a little tweaking.

I had separate covers already because Ingram and Amazon require you to have PDF wraparounds (both different dimensions from each other), and while the Ingram one didn't work (Ingram formatting works literally nowhere, not even on Ingram 🙃), the Amazon wrap worked. There might be a sliiiight issue with the ISBN overlapping, but it was hard to tell on screen. I guess we'll see how it looks when the physical proof copy arrives.

So. Yeah. That was way less of a stressful experience.

And none of my files are being held captive! I can hit cancel at any moment without having to pay $25 to talk to a human to get my files pulled. Incredible... And if you're thinking to yourself, Joy, that sounds like the bare minimum of competency, I need you to know that after years of Ingram Spark, the bar for this kind of thing is so low it's in Hell.

Anyway. I'll post an update on print quality once the proof gets here.

#draft2digital

[bad-and-drawn-that-way]

This has probably been requested before, but I had this idea and wanted to share.

My personal headcanon is that Vox keeps his room super cold to help with all the electronics (I took an animation class and that room was always freezing!). So, reader naturally has a blanket hoard that they bury in like a dragon buries itself in treasure.

Not sure if this was something you wanted to write about, but wanted to share regardless!

BRO YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THIS IDEA BRINGS ME JOY! YES! I saw a request the other day about the idea of Vox having his aquarium connected to his bedroom and I haven't been able to get it out of my head. Also, it drives me insane we only have the name for one of his sharks. In a high stroke of genius, I've decided the other shark is named Spark. Vark and Spark. This is my canon now, amazon be damned.

Cool Temperatures [Vox x Reader Headcanons NSFW Mentioned]

(NSFW writing under the cut. Minors stay away <3)

Vox was never one to get too cold. In fact, if anything, the infernal blazes of Hell proved to be a nuisance when it came to day-to-day life for the overlord. To combat this, Vox's room had every state-of-the-art cooling system known to every ring of Hell. A solid 27% of the electricity bill for the tower was consumed by the air conditioners and the aquarium from the meeting room that connected to his room above.

You need every blanket and hoodie in the Pride Ring to stay warm in his room. It was large, it was dark, and it was fucking cold. When you went into his room for the first time, it had been on your third date. You'd both gotten a little tipsy and were eagerly pulling each other's clothes off when the large double doors (dude is bougie as fuck) slid open when you were nearly knocked over with what felt like the fucking tundra.

Of course, Vox teased you with a shit-eating grin as he watched you shiver. You'd tried to complain about the ridiculous temperature as you attempted to pull your shirt back on, but Vox's hands were on your wrists in an instant. The way your body reacted to the cold was one of his new favorite things. He relished in the way goosebumps decorated your skin and he wasted no time in showing you just how much he appreciated how the cold affected your tits.

It didn't take as much convincing as he expected when he asked you to move in with him. Only after a few months of dating, he was already determined to spend the rest of eternity with you. He expected you to protest due to how many times you woke up in the middle of the night freezing cold because Vox kicked all the covers off in his sleep. He expected you to hesitate because of how much you hated getting out of bed due to the cold. But instead, you said yes immediately.

"Yeah, waking up in the morning sucks," you admit as he questions your willingness. "But on the mornings you haven't left early for work, it's worth it because you're there."

Vox was so unbelievably whipped from that day on. He went to the development team and had them make you a giant heated bean bag that you used obsessively. He'd lost track of the number of times he'd come home late after a long day at work, only to find you wrapped up in a dozen blankets and in your favorite hoodie, all cozied up on the shark patterned heat.

Sometimes you have to kick his ass for stealing your hoodies. He didn't need them! You needed them! You were going to turn into a popsicle, meanwhile a refrigerator might as well have given birth to your silly boyfriend. He just liked making you try to take it off of him. And he liked that it smelled like you.

#vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox

[steddiesupportgroup]

In the between time of Starcourt and Vecna, Steve stopped putting his usual effort for dates. Sure, his hair looks good and he’s a gentleman, but it’s been a while since he’s fretted over what he’s gonna wear or which cologne he’s going for. In 4x1 he’s wearing the same shirt he wore when he dropped Robin off at school and at work. Maybe he thought, “Eh, it’s a fine shirt and I don’t need another shower.”

He can’t put his finger on when exactly he stopped trying to impress, or maybe he’s not even fully aware of it. Just…none of these girls excite him, give him that spark that he’s been looking for ever since breaking up with Nancy. He doesn’t have the energy to scrub his skin raw or make time to shave. He’s jaded, and what’s the point of cleaning his Nikes with a toothbrush when he’s not going to call them back anyway?

Then Eddie happens. He wears Eddie’s vest through the depths of hell and even though he’s bleeding and grimy, it makes him feel something. He buys those cargo pants that he tucks into combat boots and a brown leather jacket that reminds him of Eddie, and even though they have bigger fish to fry, he keeps thinking about what Eddie will think when he gets back into the RV, all earth tones and a skintight shirt underneath.

He saw Eddie looking in the boat, felt Eddie’s breath against his face when he smiled and purred, “Big boy,” and it awakens something that’s been sleeping in the depths of Steve’s gut for a long time.

Eddie thinks Steve looks good, and for the first time in what feels like forever, Steve wants to put in the effort.

When it’s all said and done and Vecna is defeated, something clicks back into place. Steve wears jeans that he knows makes his ass look amazing and shirts that are tight around his biceps. He digs out his favorite cologne that’s been collecting dust in the cabinet, the mere idea that Eddie might look at him for a little longer than necessary spurring on that thing Steve’s been missing so much.

And sure, Eddie pokes fun at his polo shirts and lack of graphic tees, but he’s still looking, right? Rakes his gorgeous eyes up and down Steve’s body when Steve picks up the kids from DnD, leans so close over the counter of Family Video that he knows Eddie can smell his mouthwash. Eddie starts staring at his hands, so Steve makes a point to keep his nails clean and trim, tries to stop picking at them when he’s nervous.

And that brown leather jacket turns out to be a great investment, because when the four of them meet at the movies on a Friday night, Eddie saunters up close, looks at Steve like he’s a five star meal, and reaches out to finger the collar.

“Lookin’ good, Harrington.”

Eddie says it with sparkling eyes and a sly grin that says this is all for fun because he still thinks Steve’s straight, but Steve got over that crisis a while ago. It’s summer and he’s beginning to sweat but it’s so worth it, because all he wants is for Eddie to tell him he looks good with his hands, run them under the jacket and call him “big boy” quiet enough for only Steve to hear.

It’s all for you, Steve wants to say, and the truth of it makes his heart burst into flames in the best way.

It feels like a breath of fresh air to have Eddie’s attention on him like this, to be told that his effort was worth it by someone who excites him so much. For the first time Steve’s reputation can’t speak for him, he has to work for what he wants.

He rediscovers the joy of getting all done up for someone, dizzy with the knowledge that it’s for Eddie.

#another pre-work drabble #me? setting up Steve’s praise kink? absolutely #Steve takes forever and a day to get ready before seeing Eddie and Robin calls him out on it #steddie #steddie headcanons #steve harrington #steve x eddie

[bonefall]

did you already start planning squirrelstar's leader ceremony and if so who's giving her the 9 lives?

I'm still a bit concerned that the writers will pull something with her 9 lives, but I've got so many good choices for BB!Squilf that it's not an issue to start considering who's gonna turn up for her.

Plus, honestly, NOT totally interested in abiding by canon if they commit the dumbshit we're suspecting they might. Pre-emptively biting and killing it.

Here's the list of candidates so far. Everyone with a * is a definite yes;

Goldenflower Her mentor in BB, replacing Dustpelt! After everything Squilf has gone through with Bramblestar, and after Golfy took her son's side after the big reveal, it feels good for her to show up with a life for Judgement. To decide when to listen to her heart, but also, when to realize when it is leading her astray.

Sandstorm Mother choice is a solid one, though I'm leaning towards giving this life to Ferncloud for variety. Squilf's got 5 immediate relatives here to give her a life.

Hollylark* Her grandkit, and Sparkpelt's mate who sacrificed xeir life to take her illness away. Xey'd give her a life for Interdependence, for all of the connections that bind a Clan together. Love, friendship, convenience, family. Squilf is familiar with sacrifice in service of it... but it's more than that. To love is to BE loved-- she must accept reciprocity. And... xey'd make some kind of loaded comment about Nightheart, knowing that neither one of them want to talk badly about him. I might end up changing xeir life to something like "letting go," as foreshadowing for how I'm absolutely planning for Nightheart to NOT return to ThunderClan after his road trip with Frostpaw. BUT I don't decide arcs until they're done so we'll have to seeeeee

Firestar* Basically required. Squirrelstar is his daughter, the successor of his ideology, and the follow-up to a leader that Firestar considers a mistake. His chats at these sorts of ceremonies often get wistful, so I feel like they'd talk about second chances, wanting people to be better than they are, how to fix things that are broken and when they aren't worth the effort. He says it explicitly, "You're just like me. A spark of my flames, burning bright, long after I've become starlight..." His life would be for Progress. To continue to evolve and grow, to never be so stuck in the past that she can't see the future, to know when things can be fixed and when they must be broken.

Rosepetal I want to save her on one hand, but on the other, having her go out in a blaze of glory at some point in ASC or TBC is a good reason why Squilf didn't make her deputy. Rose was her first apprentice and has always been a dedicated, passionate warrior who would deeply want that spot. If she's here for the 9 lives ceremony, she'd give Squilf a life for Ferocity. "Give them twice the Hell you always do, so that it's like I'm right there next to you."

Shrewface* (Shrewpaw in life.) Her guardian angel. He helped her hide the secret of Leafpool's pregnancy, and has always stood over her, providing help secretly. Now he can finally stand before her and give her a life. He would actually stumble and chuckle, because he's wanted to do it for so long he's blanking on the life he wants to give her. On one paw, Squilf is a little annoyed. It's a super serious leader ceremony, holy moment in her life, but on the other... Shrewface is so HAPPY! His joy is infectious. He's standing before her as the adult he would have been, but under that, she sees the funny teenage best friend that she lost so long ago. It feels almost like being a kid again. So she picks her own life by saying, "How about one for Joy?" And he says, "Hey that's a great idea!"

Rainwhisker A ThunderClan cat who died in the WindClan Civil War, and someone she remembers fondly. The life he gives is a life for Collateral. He has no shame in how he died, and he believes Firestar's call was the right one. But he needs to remind Squirrelflight that beliefs are backed with blood. Every time she brings her Clan into war, there is a chance that someone will die because of her choice. He restates that he believes his death was noble; but his life will remind her of the cost that someone else might pay.

Sootfur If it's not Rainwhisker, I'd like his brother Soot to be here. I think his death was haunting, with how Squilf couldn't save him, watching him tumble down a rockface because of his broken leg and being brutally murdered by what-is-now a boar. She's carried guilt from how she couldn't save him her whole life, so in contrast to Rainwhisker, his life is for Acceptance. To remember that not everything is her fault, and she could NEVER be so perfect as to avoid all of life's misfortunes. Even if others pin blame onto her for something she couldn't control; no leader is powerful enough to save everyone. Thinking about it though, I might really try to slot BOTH of these guys in. I think the contrast of the two back to back is powerful; that actions have consequences, but not every tragedy is a consequence.

Ferncloud She just died very recently, taking both Graystripe's super edition AND his sacrifice in the Dark Forest. Graystripe is still alive, living at the tribe with his son Stormfur. She confronted Ashfur for Squilf, so it feels right that she also comes to support her here. Ferncloud, for the first time in so many years, looks at peace. She isn't gray and grizzled anymore, but sleek and vibrant. Her family surrounds her, Dustpelt, Elderberry, Brindleface, her many lost kits. So, the life that she gives Squilf is for Faith. In StarClan that she will always have Clanmates in the skies to watch out for her, in her Clan that there will always be future angels fighting by her side.

Longtail Her uncle, and Jayfeather's mentor who trained him into the full angel-punching cat he became. During the big trial she has in Squirrelflight's Horror, Longtail was one of her loudest supporters, and eventually nudged her backwards so her son could grab her ankle and drag her back down to the mortal plane. He's always been her wonderful uncle, so, he might end up taking that life for Faith from Ferncloud. Just depending.

Feathertail* I want her to show up in the ceremonies of every patrol cat who achieves power, as a given. If we get Crowstar, I also want her to be there. I just think it's nice that if Crow, Bramble, and Squilf ever did end up able to chat about this together, in spite of the TANGIBLE awkwardness of the three of them being in the same room, they'd be able to make a joke about Feathertail Gives You A Life and it would land a little TOO hard, be a little TOO funny, because they were hoping that SOMETHING would lighten the air and it did. But anyway, this incredibly specific desire aside, Feathertail Gives You A doobie life for Tranquility. That the once-impulsive Squirrelstar will be able to slow down and consider every action, to take a deep breath in stressful times and think about what she's about to do. That as leader she will be under immense pressure, yeah, but also immense power. She can always afford to take a moment before making a big decision.

Leafpool* MANDATORY. There's NO reality where I do not end off this ceremony with Leafpool. When she steps up, they can't look at each other without crying. It overwhelms them, to the point where Squilf can't even choke out her sister's name. Leafpool, meanwhile, has gotten used to controlling her body while her heart breaks into billions of little pieces. She'd done it for her whole life, and now, she does it again in death. "this life is for love," she touches her night-cold nose to Squirrelstar's, and the new leader's vision begins to fade into black, "you know why." From the darkness, memories burst forth. Of them as kits, their silly games and dreams, how they planned to one day be the cleric and leader of ThunderClan together. The terrible loneliness of being separated while Squirrelpaw was on the Sundrown Patrol. The ache in Leafpool's heart whenever she saw her sister mistreated; how she gave up on relationships with Crowfeather and, to some extent, with Mothwing as well so she could serve her Clan and stay with her family. The three kits, the anxiety as Squirrelflight took them, the way it felt like Leafpool was being flayed to give them up. Parenting, loyalty, betrayal as Hollyleaf snapped and revealed the secret Squirrelflight desperately didn't want to keep, the guilt that Leafpool felt watching her suffer for helping her. The way they always felt like, on some level, it was them against the world.

And then she wakes up, back on the shore of the Moonpool, with her Clerics beside her. Leafpool is gone. StarClan is, once again, very far away, and she's left with nothing but the cold feeling on her nose and the looming specter of war ahead of her.

12 candidates in total, but only 9 can take the spot. So I'll trim it down once we get there!

#BB!ASC #BB!Squirrelstar #ASC Spoilers #I guess but at this point it's been out a while #Better Bones AU #BB!Squirrelflight #Leadership Ceremony #That last life is me making up for totally removing the 'squilf falls back into her body thinking about her dead sister' scene from SH #Since it's a cool IDEA for a scene if it wasn't literally forcing her to apologize for her whole life #I CAN FIX IT

[adhdslugcrimes]

Wally: well, I'm going home now since we're done.

Clark: oh! I'll go with, I need to pick up something in Central.

Wally: oh, uh,,, I don't live in Central.

Clark: well Keystone is close by, no worries there.

Wally: I don't live there either.

Bruce, confused: Springfield?

Diana: St. Louis?

Wally: I'm not in Missouri anymore, I moved a few months back.

Hal: then where are you living at, boy?

Wally, fidgeting: Gotham.

Bruce: what the hell are you living in my city!?

Wally: the rent is cheaper!

Bruce: I said no metes in my city!

Wally: I'm not saving anyone, I'm actually just trying to live after losing my job!

Clark: you lost your job?

Wally: yeah, I did because Barry just retired without telling me before hand and I was already working with the Titans, helping Dick when he needs me to which has been a lot as of recent, working here now, rebranding to the Flash, babysitting new heros and my cousins, helping Linda with her stories, keeping keystone to central safe, and babysitting Lian I never got back to work so I moved since Gotham is so cheap I haven't been stealing teammates lunches anymore and I got a job at batburgers... You could say I'm the fastest man going into debt! *Laughs* apparently not showing up does not spark joy for my boss.

Diana: sweetheart...

Hal: why didn't you ask someone for help?

Wally: I helped myself, granted I haven't seen my bed more than like three hours if I'm lucky but cheap rent for a flat, a discount for batburgers food, and it's more walkable city just dodge the people who want my kidneys and I'm good. It's a fun city.

Bruce: ... Are you okay kid? Does Dick know about this?

Wally: no and I don't plan on telling him, he has enough on his plate. It's not bad though, I've only been stabbed once.

Hal: I'm —

Oliver: how are you so cheerful about this?

Wally: because if I don't lie to myself I'm going to cry and that would take up too much time, but Roy still looking for a replacement babysitter for Lian so I'll have a few more hours to put in either sleeping or flipping patties.

Bruce: no, I'll cover your rent and food for this month we're having a meeting and fixing this.

Wally: why?

Bruce: this ain't right, kid.

Wally: true, but my parents always said I'd be good for nothing flipping burgers for a living, but I'm a important hero that flips burgers for a living.

Bruce: stop joking, this is serious.

Wally: whatever man, can I leave?

Bruce: yes, we're taking the batmobile tho.

Wally: no, I know what that means sir and I'm not your child to lecture.

Bruce: I'll tell Dick.

Wally: in the car I go, see you guys tomorrow!

Bruce, rubbing his temples: Hal make sure you tell Barry what's going on, I'm having a headache.

Hal: planned on it, drive safe.

Bruce: yeah, yeah.

Diana: to think he's Keeping this from Dick, his own boyfriend...

Clark: yeah, must've been hard on him... Dick is going to be so hurt

Bruce: no, no, that demon is going to threaten me for Making Wally take his uncle places. The headache that's going to bring! Ugh! *Leaves*

Wally was not lectured about this situation because Bruce has a soft spot for the little shit and let him sleep,,, Dick was very pissed at Bruce.

#wally west #birdflash #batfam #bruce wayne #the justice league #diana prince #clark kent #oliver queen #hal jordan #wally is me because i rather fix my problems without getting help #Dick was not happy to learn his boyfriend is struggling #i just like financially ruined wally for some reason like my head goes to homeless this is my only thought of him being helped

[casuallyawkardd]

Hi! Can you do a Miguel x f!reader fic where they're dating? It's expensive to live in Nueva York and the reader overworks herself at a thankless job with a pervy boss but she can't find work anywhere else. She doesn't tell Miguel about her bosses advances because she doesn't want him to worry about her but the signs are getting harder to hide.

This request sparks joy, I enjoy all the fluff I've been writing lately, but deep down I'm just an angsty little bean who likes sprinkling trauma into my writing 😇

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader

Warnings: MATURE THEMES MINORS DNI! Not explicit but noncon so deaddove?, sexual themes, Miguel does a no-no but it's an accident, angst, hurt/comfort

Everything had started out so promising. It was your first 'big girl' job. Well, technically not, but it was your first job in which your degree actually came in handy. It seemed like a dream come true when looking through rose colored glasses. A salary paying job at a respectable company, the annual income promising that you wouldn't have to be living paycheck to paycheck, the days of barely paying rent on time a distant memory.

The first month was the honeymoon phase, your new team being extremely helpful in showing you the ropes and helping you to establish a new routine. After being in a year-long rut, things finally seemed to be going your way. With the new job and a loving boyfriend, what could go wrong?

You didn't notice the red flags right away when you met your boss. In all honesty, he reminded you of Miguel, making you feel at ease around him. Like Miguel, he was tall and well built, tanned skin and dark hair. However, at the same time, the two had their differences. Your boss, though he had his own charms, wasn't as handsome as Miguel; he was also much more jovial than him. Everyone in the office seemed to like him, the young interns and some of the older office ladies gushing over him in secret. At the time, you had even joked that you'd shoot your shot with him if you weren't already in a happy relationship.

It was a gradual change. He had always been friendly with you, hell he was friendly with everyone, going out of his way to make conversation with you and bring you a cup of coffee when he came in in the morning. Then came the touching, his hand lingering longer than they should on your shoulders or resting on the small of your back to guide you closer to him. You thought it was weird, that feeling in your gut telling you something was wrong, but his casual nature and pearly whites would have you second guessing yourself. Maybe you were overthinking things?

Your answer came after a company dinner. It was late and he had offered to walk you home. Miguel was busy with work and the coworkers that were still there were people you didn't know very well, so you took him up on the offer. Everything seemed fine, the two of you walking side by side, keeping up friendly conversation and even sharing a few laughs. When you arrived at your apartment building, turning to say thank you and goodnight, that hand was at your waist once again. Pulling you to him, his head lowering to meet yours and your eyes widened in horror at what was clearly about to happen.

Quickly, you stiff armed him, creating much needed distance, the hand on your back seeming to hold on a little tighter. "I have a boyfriend," you reminded him, a fact you knew he was aware of.

He had just shrugged, "Who says he has to know?" your boss replies in that same, casual tone. When he doesn't see an inkling of humor cross your face, he backpedals, releasing you and holding his hands up in surrender. "Kidding, kidding, have a good night," the asshole tries to laugh it off, retreating back the way he had come. You return to the safety of your building, which doesn't feel as safe as it used to, now that he knew where you lived.

That was around the time your life at work started to go downhill as well. Your coworkers weren't as friendly, whispering behind their hands and throwing dirty looks in your direction. Your boss seemed to become more and more aggressive with his advances. Quite literally backing you into a corner when you're sitting at your desk or in the breakroom. He continuously asked you out, which you resorted to flat out telling him 'no' after multiple attempts of being polite about it. Everytime you reject him, it felt like he expected you to work later or show up earlier, scolding you when you don't comply.

It felt like it's you against the company. The work losing its enjoyment and the people who you thought were your friends now the bane of your existence. Why was this happening? What had you done wrong?

"Why don't you talk to HR?" your best friend suggests one night while you're venting.

"I did about some people, the ones who were real nasty at least," you reply with a heavy sigh, "but it feels like it's everyone. And my boss?" you groan woefully, "I get the feeling he'd just fire HR if they said someone reported him."

The frown on your friend's face deepens, a look of pity in their eye. "Well, what about your boyfriend? Does he know?"

You don't respond right away, pursing your lips a moment, "No, he doesn't."

"You should tell him!" your friend snaps at you, lightly slapping your shoulder, "He's scary right? I bet your boss would think twice about looking your way if he got his ass kicked."

"Yeah, maybe..." you don't doubt it. There had been times when you had thought about it, maybe even fantasized about Miguel showing up at your work and pummeling your boss in his stupid, charming face; and yet you haven't breathed a word about it to your other half. But, you already know why you haven't.

When Miguel and you had first started dating, he had been closed off. Understandably so, given the brief background he had told you about himself, it didn't surprise you that he had a hard time trusting people. Then one day, there was a shift, as if a switch had been flipped. He was happier around you, more affectionate. A soft smile on his face whenever you caught him staring at you, a gentle chuckle even if you weren't trying to be funny.

"Is everything...okay?" you ask him one night, the two of you lying in bed. Miguel has his head on your chest, a large arm lazily slung over your middle while you absentmindedly played with his hair.

"Why wouldn't I be?" he responds, lifting his head enough to glance up at you.

"You're just...different."

"Is it a good different?"

You smile at his change in expression. How he reminds you of a child worried they had done something wrong. "Yeah, it is good," you agree, bringing his face closer to kiss the spot between his brows. When you pull back, he moves closer. Shifting so he's above you, lips searching for yours. When they connect, it's electric. A buzz promising what's to come.

He pulls away enough to speak, "Works been a pain," he confesses, "between my duties as Spider-Man and maintaining the peace with the other universes, I can't seem to catch a break," there's a hint of annoyance in how he speaks that seems to grow the longer he thinks about it, but he catches himself. Taking a deep breath through his nose and letting out the same way, "But it's different with you. I feel like I can finally be at ease with you."

And there it is. The reason you've kept your mouth shut for months. The preservation of the little bubble Miguel and you have created. You were finally his safe space, someone he could relax around. Someone to provide a much needed calm to his already hectic life. It was something you had found in him months ago, but now the feeling was mutual, and you didn't want to ruin it.

It's not that bad, you told yourself, I can handle myself. That's what you tell yourself, after every lingering look from your boss and every snide comment your other coworkers give you. Miguel always said you were tough, joking that you'd have to be to date someone like him.

You didn't feel so tough tonight.

Work had been hard, with deadlines just around the corner, everyone was on edge. A little more venom behind their biting words, but that's not what led you to where you were now. Standing outside your apartment door, trembling as you fiddle with your keys and trying to hold back the tears until you were safely inside.

It was that asshole boss of yours again, only this time he had gone too far. Well, tried to at least. You had already come to terms with the fact he'd make you stay later than everyone else, working until the streetlights flicked on and even a little after. He had come over to your desk as you were putting your things in your bag, half paying attention to what he was saying. You were tired, ready to call it for the day, ready to go home and rest and-

Strong arms wrapped around you, making you stiffen in fear as what occurred a little over an hour ago replays in your head. The smell of takeout from your favorite Thai place brings you back and you're able to breathe a sigh of relief when you hear a familiar chuckle fill the air.

"Did I scare you, amor?" Miguel teases, releasing you and coming to stand at your side.

You crane your neck to look up at him, the look of fear now dissipated to one of surprise, "I thought we agreed to reschedule?" You had. While taking the train, clearly still shaken as you struggled to text him that your date would have to be another night. 'Had a rough day at work,' was your excuse. It wasn't a lie, just the truth with a few crucial details plucked out.

Miguel shrugged, taking your keys from your hand so he could pick out the right one for the front door. "I know," he explained, twisting the lock, "but I figured we could have a night in. Some takeout, maybe some episodes of that show you like-oh, baby you ripped your skirt," the small smile on his face drops as he spots the said rip, calloused fingers pinching the fabric before letting it go and heading inside the apartment.

It's your turn to look down at it, the urge to cry only growing at the sight, thinking it must have been torn by the metal desk in your struggles. This was your favorite skirt, Miguel's too from how he couldn't keep his hands off you when you wore it. You had planned on meeting up for your date right after work, so you had decided to wear your date night outfit to the office to save yourself a trip. It seemed like a harmless idea at first, but it turns out Miguel wasn't the only one who noticed you wearing it.

You followed at a slower pace, shutting and locking the door behind you. Including the deadbolt, something you did on occasion when you felt like you needed it. With a heavy sigh, you perked up as best you could and went to the living room; Miguel was already there on the couch waiting.

The evening went just as Miguel had suggested, your new show had a couple new episodes for you to catch up on, all while nibbling on the greasy food your partner had brought over. Under different circumstances, you would have considered tonight to be a perfect night in. A part of you felt bad, curled up on the opposite end of the couch from Miguel. Your appetite wasn't all there, only eating some of the steamed vegetables at the top of the box before setting it on the coffee table. Miguel had taken notice, of course he did, but as to why you were acting so strange he had no clue.

"Just been a long day," was all you said, forcing a smile to which he returned. When you had run out of episodes, you stood to take the leftovers to the fridge. Falling into routine gave you a sense of security, moving to start your evening chores next. Miguel called out, asking if you wanted help, but you turned him down. Wanting some time alone.

It turned out to be both a good thing and a bad one as well. The good being you were finally able to decompress, have some time to yourself where you didn't have to pretend to be okay. However, that meant you were left alone with your thoughts. The only ones in your head being about your boss. What he did...or rather tried to do.

You felt stuck, not sure if speaking up would make things worse. Your coworkers already hated you, talking bad about your 'perfect' boss would probably only make things worse. How could he even do that? To think you used to compare him to Miguel of all people. Miguel would never make you feel the way he did. Embarrass you, degrade you, hurt you-

The clinking of dishes brought you back to yourself, looking down at your shaking hands. You picked up the glass you had dropped in the sink, finishing up the last of the dishes and putting them aside to dry. Once done, you leaned against the counter, hands pressed into the hard edge of it. You blinked back the tears, trying to shake the dark thoughts from your mind. You weren't gonna cry, not again, not because of him.

"It feels like you've been in here forever, cariño," Miguel's baritone purrs in your ear out of the blue, a sort of warning as his arms wrap themselves around you again. And yet you still jumped, Miguel chuckling against your ear. "You're so jumpy tonight," he hummed, "I think you're letting work stress you out too much." Well that was an understatement.

"You're not one to talk," you reply, a bit more bite to your tone than intended, but Miguel seems too distracted to notice.

"Hmm, I think we both are due for some destressing," he murmured, fingers gliding your hair aside to plant some gentle kisses along your neck. It was a familiar dance with him, his lips trailing across your skin while his hands roamed elsewhere, alluding to what was to come. Normally, it was something you'd eagerly lean into, but today had been far from normal.

"Honey..." you tell him softly, trying to nudge him back with your shoulders, but it only seemed to make him want to be closer.

"Shh, I'll take care of you, mi amor," he soothed, planting a kiss on your cheek before coming down to resume nipping at your jawline.

"Miguel, come on," you tried to laugh it off, tried to keep your cool, but the tremor in your hands seemed to only worsen. It wasn't him, your feelings right now weren't because of him, but every touch brought you back to the office. Just tell him, the thought crosses your mind, but the stubborn part of you holds your tongue. Miguel hadn't done anything out of your usual comfort zone, even now he probably assumed you were playing coy like usual, not understanding the gravity of the situation. Why did he have to feel just like him? Firm body on your back pressing you into a hard surface, lips ghosting over your neck, teeth teasingly biting at the flesh, one hand untucking your shirt and sliding underneath the fabric to grope at your breast, the other hand gliding up your thigh, palming you from behind before migrating to the front, fingers inches closer to your center...

"Miguel, stop!" your mouth moves of its own accord. Adrenaline gives you the strength to push him back, the kitchen becoming almost deadly quiet. Your eyes are locked on the tile floor, not looking him in the eye. You couldn't look him in the eye, the thought alone of what face he was making causing your chest to tighten. The confusion, surprise, maybe even heartbreak.

The silence is broken as a sob rips from your throat, your hands covering your mouth to quiet the ones that follow. The tears are flowing freely now, wetting your cheeks and softly landing on the ground. "I...I'm sorry," Miguel's voice sounds so far away. "I didn't..I thought-"

"You didn't do anything," you speak and he goes quiet immediately. He's patient, waiting for you to continue. It's almost like an out of body experience, you lashing out seeming to open the flood gates. You tell him everything, how things at work had been going downhill for months after your boss tried to kiss you, your asshole coworkers turning on you and your even bigger asshole of a boss not taking no for an answer. The expectations of working longer hours than you were paid for. The stress, the frustration, the feeling of preservation so as not to ruin the dynamic you two had created. Your gibberish eventually leading into what had happened earlier that night.

"...I had to stay late, a-and my boss said he needed to talk and-and-"

"What did he do?" Miguel interjects and your mouth clamps shut. Tongue feeling too big to even get the words out, "Mi amor, look at me," he doesn't demand it, he pleads, the unexpectedness of it making you look up. When your eyes meet, something seems to click for him, realization flickering in his eyes. There's anger, the kind you never would want directed at you, but then they soften. As if realizing the fury he wanted to unleash wasn't meant for you. Never for you. "Y/N..."

"Don't touch me," you snap at him, regretting it immediately after. Miguel had only taken half a step, but stopped immediately at your command. It hurt him and you could tell, wanting to hold you and comfort you, but unable to. Not when his touch made the memories all the more fresh.

"Ay dios mío..." he mutters, hands going to his hips as he doesn't know what to do with them now. The kitchen goes quiet again, aside from your small sobs. Miguel sets his jaw, something he does when he has something to say, but doesn't know how to. "Did he..?"

"Miguel, please-"

"I know, amor, I know. I don't want to make you talk about it if you're not ready to, but-" he pauses, lips pressed in a fine line, pain etched into his expression. "I just-I have to know. The thought of you getting hurt and I wasn't there to stop it..baby please, for me. I feel like I'm being eaten up from the inside."

You believe him, every word. He was used to being the one to save the day, you couldn't imagine how he felt knowing he wasn't there for who he cared for most. You let out a deep breath to calm down, "No, he didn't," you answer and you can almost see the tension leave his body. At least some of it.

"What do you need? Anything. Let me help you, don't shut me out, please...You've been there for me when I needed you, please let me be there for you, please?" he almost tries to step closer to you, stopping himself like it's the hardest thing he's ever done.

You bite your lip in thought, contemplating what to suggest. Not just for you, but him as well. Miguel was always the one who knew what to do, so the feeling of being unsure was clearly foreign to him. "Honestly, I just want to take a bath."

"A bath? I can do that. Just..give me a minute," he's scrambling, it's a side of him you'd never seen. Miguel shuffling as he remembers how to move, practically running to the bathroom with unnecessary vigor, hissing out some Spanish curses when he clips himself in the side with the island counter. His eagerness has you laughing softly, momentary joy fluttering through you before the weight of your evening sets back in.

The sound of the tub filling, along with the sound of Miguel moving about the bathroom is endearing, the man himself returning to you quickly to let you know it was ready. The set up alone is a comforting sight, the scent of lavender coming from the water, one of your incense candles gently burning. The mirror was fogged up, letting you know that the water was just the right temperature. It was all so simple and yet just what you needed.

Miguel waits beside you with bated breath, the small smile you give him a sign of reassurance. He offers to wait in the living room, hoping you don't send him away to be alone like you had originally intended when you got home, but you stop him.

"I don't want to be alone."

It's contradictory, but he doesn't question it. Doesn't even furrow his brow in confusion like he usually would. The two of you don't speak, Miguel sitting on the floor, back resting against the side of the tub, all while you undress and slip into the welcoming water. You let out an audible sigh of relief, letting the suds surround you as you lie back. After a moment, you glance Miguel's way, seeing that his eyes are glued to the far wall. He's trying to be respectful, you acknowledge, trying to be there for you while also not making you feel even more uncomfortable.

His presence alone is a comfort, the image of an overprotective guard dog making you smile once more. It's a moment filled with comfortable silence, the kind you only ever seemed to find with him. You almost don't want it to end, but the cooling of the water and the pruning on your fingertips lets you know it's time to get out.

"Hey," you say, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder and making him jerk slightly in surprise. He looks over at you expectantly, eyes averting to the side so he doesn't seem like he's staring. "I think calling it early for the night would be good. Put this shitty day behind me."

"Yeah, I agree," he nods slowly, getting to his feet and heading to the door. "I put some clothes on the counter for you, I'll give you some privacy," he points to the said folded clothes, your gaze following his finger.

"Thanks," you smiled at him and he hummed in response. Miguel was being distant, but you knew the intent was to be for your benefit. Give you the space you had asked for earlier and being there when requested. "I'll meet you in the bedroom." It's more of a way to clarify than anything, you were sure Miguel had already resolved to sleeping on the couch tonight. His wariness seems to lessen, stepping a little lighter as he leaves the bathroom.

You take your time with draining the tub, drying off with a towel and slipping into your pajamas. They're comfortable, baggy and soft on your skin. You fall back into your nightly routine of brushing your teeth, washing your face and even popping a melatonin gummy in your mouth just in case.

Miguel is sitting stiffly in your bed, propped up, under the covers and hands folded together in his lap. It's almost comical, how he looks like a teenage boy awaiting the moment he finally loses his V card, but you don't dare tease him about it. Not when he's been so understanding all evening.

Sliding in beside him, you scoot until your thigh touches his, "I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier," you tell him, not sure what else to say.

He doesn't miss a beat, "You have nothing to be sorry for, cariño," he reassures you with ease, hesitantly placing a hand on your thigh over the sheets. When you don't flinch away, he gives it a comforting squeeze. "What're you thinking right now? I can practically hear the gears turning in that pretty head of yours," he attempts to lighten the mood, something you also appreciate.

You scoff, rolling your eyes tiredly, "I don't even know anymore. Everything feels so unreal," you run a hand through your hair, sighing. "I don't know what I'm going to do now. What I'm going to do now, how I'm going to even face him, what's gonna happen at work..."

"Don't worry about that right now," he interjects, "let's just go to bed, like you wanted to. Do you...want me to hold you?"

You nod, Miguel kissing your hairline as the two of you silently adjust until you're in your usual sleeping positions. Miguel on his back, while you slept on your side with one arm and one leg draped over him. One of his arms wrapped under you, a hand resting on your lower back so his thumb could trace small circles into the muscles there. As your body relaxed into his, fitting against his side like it was meant to be there, you felt at peace. At home even.

The firmness of him against your side didn't seem to trigger your traumas anymore, the idea that Miguel and your boss were similar now a distant memory. The fact you had thought of them as so alike seemed silly now. Your boss may be tall, tanned and well built like Miguel, but he wasn't warm like him. His hands had been cold when they violated you, something Miguel's never were. The kind of warmth that seemed to make everything else go away, even if for a moment. The kind that made you feel safe and loved, everything you needed and more. When you needed it most.

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#miguel o'hara #reader insert #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel o'hara headcanons #miguel o'hara x you #x reader #anon ask #lovely anons

[crippledpunks]

i get frequent compliments on my cane. i'm sure there are folks who glare and say "oh they just use that because they're fat" but the people who approach me always have something positive to say. something important i learned about my cane is that it's an extension of me in a way, and it reflects parts of my personality. it is patterned with a sort of Florida fern vacation looking print, with stuffed animals hanging off the back of the handle, and stickers on it. people compliment various different parts of it.

fishing for compliments isn't the goal, my mobility aid is a mobility aid first and foremost, i don't need compliments from ableds. what i'm saying is it should spark joy for you, specifically. that's the important part, part that will bleed outward into other people naturally when it falls into place

a lot of canes are bland and black and can feel a bit drab, and almost too clinical. patterned canes are not always available but if you can afford (or 'find' one) it's a great way to make it look and feel more like a part of you. stickers of all types can be applied to the body of the cane, and a lot of them have key chain loops where you can attach whatever kinds of accessories you like. this can double as a counter-balance for canes with straight, not hooked, handles, making it easier to hang it off of your arm or objects.

your cane is yours and it should feel like yours. you're allowed to do whatever the hell you want with it. put spikes on it. spray paint it. make it ugly. put worms on a string on it. as long as it doesn't interfere with your ability to use it, make it yours. anyone who doesn't like it can fuck off. the right people will definitely appreciate that you decked out your shit, and whatever brings you joy is worth pursuing.

#cripple punk #cripplepunk #mobility aids #cane user #chronic pain #disability culture #disability rights #disabled #disability #disability advocacy #disabled rights #disabled issues #physically disabled #crip punk #cripple #crippled #fibromyalgia #arthritis #actually hypermobile #hypermobile eds #hypermobilty syndrome #hypermobile joints #hypermobile #our writing

[mhathotfic]

Can I request an heifer reader that has two newborn sons? (It can be fluff if you want!)

She was moved from her old farm because hers was abusive and with that she grew more aggressive, if anyone or any of the cows/bulls she will nip them hard or kicks them and with that bakugo starts to have a liking to them and is willing to wait for her to warm up to him and will father her two calf’s?

(If not you can ignore this plus I love your stories!!)

Only because I miss Bakubull, but fun fact! Only young cows who haven’t had a calf yet are called heifers. Just fluff for now but if anyone wants to give me a reason to make a smutty little sequel I wouldn’t be opposed

Warnings: swearing, mentions of past abuse, hybrid au, hybrids being kept as live stock, fem reader with she/her pronouns, written with plus size reader in mind, single mom! reader technically a cliffhanger ending

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

“My boys aren’t going anywhere with you!” she had snorted and snuffed at some pushy bull her first day there. Nipping and snapping when he tried to push her anyways in some sort of asinine attempt to show her he was no threat, because obviously a frightened young mother with her background is gone accept some assholes ‘help’ with her calves when he’s stupidly grabbing for them with insistence that he could help.

Like something like that doesn’t potentially lead to something awful happening to those calves. Like she hasn’t been through traumatic shit at her last farm that made her apprehensive to trust anyone but herself and her newborns.

Not the other cows who cooed at the sight of the new babes and offered help with the feedings, and certainly not any bull who’s motivates where unclear and very well could be an attempt to gain a new cow to breed instead of genuine care.

Bakugou found himself watching in silent wonder and slight disgust as they all crowded it her like they weren’t told how they needed to be careful and patient with her. It was beyond him how he, a bull who was the picture perfect example of his title, had internalized this when the ‘non-problem’ cattle hadn’t.

He would have stopped it himself by intervening, but before he could even stand to move, she was kicking up dirt as a warning before charging the larger bull for not taking her seriously. Her horns just nubs in comparison to his and her stature much smaller, but she held her own and proved appoint.

And maybe that’s what sparked his interest? Maybe it was the gentle way she regarded her boys? The little hint of joy in her eyes which she goes a particularly enjoyable treat that hinted at what she was like before the trauma?

Or maybe it was the fact she was a touch like himself not too long ago, scared and confused and covering it up with aggression to create a sense of superiority and strength so no one touched her or those calves.

Whatever it was it had him in a vicious little vice grip.

“You know, those idiots are wrong for how they’ve gouged about it, but they have a point”.

“And how the hell do you know that huh? How do I even know if you’re any different?”

He shrugged at that, watching her boys playing with the ring toys their handlers gave them, she didn’t have any reaction to trust him like she said but he was determined to prove her wrong.

“It’s been what? Four? Five months? None of us have done anything wrong yet”.

“Doesn’t mean you won’t, last place was good until it wasn’t too”.

“Well you didn’t have me there did you? I’ll killed anyone before they lay a finger on those calves or you”.

She snorted at that. He’s hung around them and kept other’s from bothering her and the boys, an attempt to win her over to breed her then throw her aside to be picked on by the other buzzards that called themselves cattle. He was self serving like any other bull, she was sure.

“Stop thinking I’m like the rest, you have that written all over your face princess” he huffed cutting her off before a word passed her parted lips. “Don’t fuckin’ care how long it takes, I’ll prove I’m better than them. Promise I’ll take care of those boys if you let me, take good care of you too”.

And maybe it was that soft little gleam, more of a glimmering spark, in his carmine eyes, but she wanted him to. It didn’t seem so bad an idea to let him father her boys, maybe even give her some of his own if he were so lucky. A thought that flustered her greatly when it ran through her head.

#katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #tw hybrid au

[pininghermit]

Being Nanami's Younger Sibling

Genre: feels and angst

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Sibling Reader (platonic ofc)

Summary: Admiring your older brother's every move was your birth right.

⚠️Spoilers ahead!⚠️

AN: I haven't read the manga. I've watched season one and I do not have the heart to watch season two without multiple breakdowns. So, please ignore plot holes, I am doing this because I googled the plot for fun (┬┬﹏┬┬). I want to do this series for some more jjk characters lmk if you guys are interested. P.S. I cried writing this.

Born out of a cryptic pregnancy, you were an unexpected addition to the family. Your brother, Kento, was just eight years old when you came into the world, and your life from day one revolved around him. Those tiny hands of yours reached out with joyful gurgles the moment your mom handed you to Kento.

He was always the cool sibling even when he kicked you out of his room or didn't take you on his friend's birthday party.

Like a devoted shadow, you were a clingy sibling with a tendency to follow your brother despite the stern looks or eye rolls thrown your way.

Maybe that was the reason that in order to stick by your quiet brother, you learned to fill the silence with your rambles. Even adapted to the shamelessness of ignoring your brother's apparent annoyance with you.

Your phase of copying him did not come as a surprise. Subtle side eyes, peaking over his side, waiting for him to pick something, all to know your brother's choices and making them yours.

Much to your rare embarrassment, you did end up copying your brother's high school hairstyle which remains a tragedy for both of you.

However, it wasn't your insistent following that endeared you to your brother or so you thought. Rather it was your failing grade in mathematics and a traumatic homework session with dad that led you to your brother.

Just when your eyes were full of tears as your tried to please your dad, scared of angering him further, your brother Kento looked up from his book. Sat next to you and taught you gently. Since that day, your brother became your tutor. A respite from your dad's hell tutoring.

That evening you promised to love your brother the most. Give him everything he wanted. Make him proud. You didn't say it out loud, those thoughts were too sweet to be said even by a loose tongued you. Laying in your bed, you looked up to your brother, quite literally, his bunk bed was above yours.

Sneaking you video games he had no interest in, asking for presents that you had been drooling over and he just ended up not needing, asking for your favorite foods on his special days your brother showed love in the most subtle but beautiful ways.

And when he became a sorcerer, your brother became your hero quite literally. For the first time in your life, you found yourself researching something with such passion.

He liked it. Your brother was noble. His heart found joy in saving people. He himself did not realize it for the longest time.

But then he left it all. You remember the ending years of your high school, when your brother took a normal job. Working fixed hours of the day. He needed it. Yet, it was not what he wanted. You could see it.

His eyes no longer gleamed at the end of the day. He was present. Yet, lost at the same time.

During the initial years of college, you lived with him. His apartment was conveniently close to your university. In those peaceful times, you spent evenings taste-testing his cooking, dragging him to college bars and then carrying him back because he drank more than the entire bar combined. Maybe an ordinary life suited Nanami yet, it was missing something as if an amazing cookie without a pinch of salt to bring out it's sweetness.

But it returned. The spark in his eyes came from the bloodied arm on Tuesday evening. Just like that, your brother went back to being a sorcerer.

So, despite the lingering bruises or rare injuries you supported him. What else could you do? You only followed him whatever path he went. Even the days when his blood scared you, you merely helped him with first aid or drove him to the nearest hospital.

You did not burden him with your fears, or your anxiety. His job was to protect the people, and your job was to worry for him.

But your tears did come. On instances when, you sat alone in a silent hospital corridor, you allowed yourself to be scared for your brother. You cried your heart out before wiping your tears and helping your brother with a simple soup that you cooked.

Maybe that day your brother sensed your sorrow. Perhaps that was the reason why he hugged you so tightly. Or simply ignored your soft sobs while hugging you.

But now, everything in the world feels different, foreign. It's as though the tether that once held you to this world has been severed. He never returned, and you were never given an answer. So you waited, evening after evening at six, but he never came back.

Your parents held a funeral, but you couldn't bring yourself to believe it. How could he be gone? He'd been by your side since your first breath. How could your world possibly exist without him?

Huddled in your childhood bunk bed, you'd look up at his empty bed. "Come back, please," you'd whisper, closing your eyes, hoping that when you opened them, it would all be a bad dream. You waited for him to come and take away the nightmare, just like he did on the nights when you couldn't sleep after watching a horror movie.

It became increasingly difficult to find joy in the world he had saved, as it felt so wrong without him. Did he know how much you treasured him? Did you hug him before he left that day? Was he wronged, was he in pain? You could never know.

You could have stopped him. He left in front of your eyes and you let him. Now you couldn't find him. No matter how hard you tried.

"Don't go where I cannot follow," your whispers were loud echoes in the quiet apartment.

#nanami kento #nanami x reader #angst without a happy ending #platonic #siblings au #jjk #it's not much but it's honest work #hermit is bawling

[britishassistant]

The collectivel group of Yuus (an Exasperation of Yuus?) have been put through the wringer lately, might I suggest pranks at the expense of villainous embarrassment?

(Corvid Prompts is a writing prompt blog that has a lot of Hero/Villain/Vigilante story ideas. Many of which encourage writers to break out of a typical plot for such genres. I got this idea from them.)

Since they all work under the same League, what petty pranks would the villainous groups pull on each other for the hell of it?

Who would send a goat (or other farm animal) to another hide out to as a reminder to an unfortunate (but funny) goat related incident that happened in the past?

Another incident where during another League thing out of town/country where a pair (from different groups) had to pretend to be married to get out of a mess? What jokes are made for the lack of "wedding" and subsequent "divorce"?

Who fills the entire lair of a villain with plastic balls as disproportionate retribution for taking the last muffin?

You don't need to write anything, but just imagine the insanity? Can you imagine Yuu in any form just exasperated?

Thank you for the ask, dear anon!

Well, Poison Queen’s already pulled the “prank” of attempted love potioning, though that did backfire rather spectacularly on him. Epel would like to say he’s good at pulling them, but Vil’s usually easily able to avoid them. He’s had much more luck with the other rookie minions though!

Rook pulls a prank every time he says he’ll fight White Neige.

Royal Flush would never be caught dead indulging in something as puerile as a prank!… But if he makes the appropriate suggestions to his minions and just so happens to leave plans for them around? Well. He can hardly control everything they do, now can he?

Ace and Deuce are the best at following those and tag teaming to ensure they work, while Trey and Cater specialize in innovating to cover any potential pitfalls. Ace also pulls pranks on Deuce and the rest of Heartslabyul regularly, but woe betide him when his seniors decide that he’s had enough fun, and team up with Deuce for some payback.

Leona loves stealing whatever he can get his hands on from his rival supervillains. If they have it, he wants it, for no other reason than ruining their day when they realize it’s missing. Unsurprisingly, “whatever he can get his hands on” usually ends up being “Yuu the Reporter”.

Ruggie has a very similar mindset, in that he’ll only pull a prank if there’s something physical he gets out of it in return. Usually food.

Jack will not mastermind pranks, because he is a Good Boi. Doesn’t mean he won’t join in on one someone else has thought up.

Azul considers himself too professional to “pull a prank” as the kids say, but he will gladly point Jade and Floyd at his inconveniences dear colleagues and watch the sparks fly.

Floyd has an abiding fondness for large quantities of anything small, plastic, and loud. Jade prefers noxious, brightly colored substances that are a pain to wash out of clothing or architecture.

Kalim is the master of accidental pranks! He genuinely doesn’t mean to get people soaking wet or make their food too spicy or tea too sweet! But if everyone is laughing, he’ll laugh with them!

Jamil doesn’t do pranks. Jamil does retaliation.

One of the small joys of Idia’s life is getting one over on these Luddite normies. If he just wants a quick pick me up, a virus that constantly plays an annoying song on loop or hides files is always a fun way to spend the day. If he’s feeling vindictive, mass ordering insects or livestock to be sent to their lairs is an old favorite.

Ortho will also gleefully participate in his Nii-san’s pranks!! They’re so fun!! However, if Idia hasn’t gotten enough nutrients or fresh air recently, Ortho’s not above pulling a prank or two of his own…

Malleus once tried to prank a NRC conference by balancing a bucket of water on the doorframe. He had no way of knowing that Yuu was going to be sneaking in to eavesdrop and would end up getting drenched.

Lilia isn’t allowed to prank anyone anymore. Not when his pranks verge on the level of psychological warfare.

It’s very, very rare, but Silver occasionally pulls pranks by falling asleep somewhere inconspicuous and summoning inconvenient wildlife to his location. No one ever suspects he can do it on purpose.

Sebek has tried to pull pranks before. He gets too impatient and always accidentally spoils it before the payoff.

Jade and Trey have had to fake getting engaged at least once in order to avoid getting found out as minions during a Fae Incorporated(TM) sponsored gala.

Trey has also had to pretend he was married to Rook in order to maintain cover at another, completely separate event.

Jade and Rook like to tease poor Trey about his “infidelity”. Floyd once tried to beat up Trey for his brother’s honor.

Trey still isn’t quite sure whether he was serious or not.

#twisted wonderland #twst #supervillain au #trey clover #jade leech #rook hunt #vil schoenheit #epel felmier #riddle rosehearts #cater diamond #ace trappola #deuce spade #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper #idia shroud #ortho shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #sebek zigvolt #twst silver #Yuuken is the pranking master

[neverchecking]

AYO

Do I see sadistic reader possibilities from you and lovanmari

Just a rough idea, for context they are sitting in a dinning room booth kind of deal right next to each other. Used they for reader.

"That man from last night said he'd be down here in the morning," they glanced around the tavern floor with a light pout and yet, "perhaps he's oversleeping?"

Sage could see the sharpness of their eyes as they took in each and every corner of the dining floor. The faintest smile curling at the corners of their mock disappointment. No, his vixen's eyes were very, very pleased.

They knew what they were doing all along.

Leaning their body over the corner while they spoke to that man. Smiling innocently as if they didn't see him running his disgusting eyes over their angelic body. He had been so concerned over the gaze of a parasite leeching onto what's his, he neglected to look at their own. Staring down the bug they wanted him to squash.

"You knew what you were doing," Sage leaned to their ear to whisper, "I can see it in your eyes."

At first they turned to the mock, innocent shock he knew too well, before it all too soon melted away from a blooming burn of passion igniting over their features. This look was new- well, outside of his bed that is. That ever loving, wicked smile twisting across their innocent features to match the slight close of their delicate lashes. They was his god, ever beautiful and kind to him. All they wished was his command.

And they knew they could have anything they wanted from him.

"I don't care for people insulting you," their precious fingers gently rested against his cheek, "and if I can't do something about it... I know someone who will."

Just a loose cannon thought o-o -🧶

🧶 anon. Listen, you and I need to talk.

Because this- all of this- is so good? Like it absolutely feeds my feral little brain. It's the good shit.

Between myself, @lovanmari and @wayfayrr, we are just braining Sage as this absolutely feral man who now has access to nuclear weapons. Especially with a Sadistic! Reader? Omfg, they're a match made in hell heaven.

Like- especially if Sage doesn't catch on right away?

Because he's too enamored by his sweet divinity to see the red flags right away. He's super glued rose colored glasses and has no plan on taking them off, turning all those red warning signs into just...background. He's too swept away by the sweet words and gorgeous smile, hyperfixated on the rats trying to impose on what was his, his, his.

The way this is worded is perfect, because he probably would've remained blissfully unaware, had Reader not brought up the man. Why did they care about whether or not that vile creature would show his pathetic face? Why did they care about if the man had overslept? Why had they cared about anyone other than him?

That was what clued him in. Because, like it or not, Sage had trained his vixen, his sunflower, the absolute light of his miserable life to only think of him. And they would never go out of their way to upset him. So what were they going on about?

Sage is probably the first one to recognize the familiar spark of bloodlust in their eyes. The way their fingers twitch and the trepidation of not knowing. Then it would all click.

His beloved liked seeing him loose control. Liked these unhinged, probably feral, parts of him that he would rather hide away from the world. They enjoyed teasing the scum of the Earth, dangling their own supple body in front of them like a treat on a stick only to set their guard dog on them the second they overstepped.

It was wicked.

He loved it.

When his love confirms his thoughts, a whole new obsession begins. One filled with nothing but joy and ecstatic insanity at the thought that he wouldn't be condemned by his God(dess) for his more unsavory actions. No, he would be praised and uplifted, blessed with their smile and delicate fingers tracing his jaw.

And to know their own motives circle back to him? To know that you have as much distaste for others touching what was yours as he did?

Drove him positively mad.

And the best part of it all? He won't stop. No, he has your blessing now. Anyone who gets in his way, even for miniscule things he may have let slide for your sake, is slaughtered without another thought.

All as offerings for his sweet vixen.

#cinder rambles #yandere sage x reader #yandere sage #lu sage

[fictional-love-is-my-life]

I read your Mirage dad headcannon and I loved it!! Think you could do a one shot or headcannon on how Mirage would act with having a human girlfriend?? 👏🏼👏🏼

I'm glad you liked it! I decided to make this a little oneshot:

Mirage x human!female!reader

Warnings: None

Mirage never imagined one word would have so much power over him. He never expected to say one word in every sentence, resulting in him saying a single word over 50 times a day. Yet here he was.

"Mirage, where have you been?" Arcee asked. Mirage swaggered over to her, a large grin planted on his face.

"I was with my girlfriend!" He beamed. Girlfriend, it really rolled of the tongue. He loved it so much he couldn't stop saying it.

"I see. Have fun?" Arcee smiled. She was glad to see Mirage happy.

"Hell yeah! My girlfriend is the best. She's funny, beautiful, kind and smart. And the cutest human ever." Mirage expressed, his spark humming happily as he spoke of her.

"Well, you didn't miss much. Optimus says things look clear so we don't have patrol tonight."

"Great! Then I get to spend more time with my girlfriend." Mirage was going to take any free time he had to spend with her.

"Yes, you sure can." Arcee laughed.

"Oh, I have to do something. Something special, something she'll really love." Mirage pondered to himself, servo gently placed under his chin in thought. "I need Noah." He transformed and quickly drove off to his other human friend.

Noah sat in his garage, fixing a pet project he was working on. The garage door was open, allowing Mirage to drive in. Without looking Noah pressed a button beside him, the garage door closing behind Mirage. Noah had gotten used to the sound of Mirages engine so he knew it was him. Once the door was closed Mirage transformed.

"Noah, buddy. I need your help." Mirage took a seat on an old couch, making the springs screech and whine under his weight.

"What do you need?" Noah asked. He stopped what he was working on and faced the mech.

"I need to do something special for my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" Noah raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah bro, we made it official last night. It was kind of an on the fly asking and accepting, nothing fancy about it. So today I need to do something special for her!" Mirage explained.

"So what do you need me for?"

"Well, I need you to help me make it special. Y'know, get me flowers for her, or jewelry or stuff like that."

"Why me?" Noah laughed.

"I can't exactly walk into a shop and buy it can I?" Mirage pouted. He had thought Noah would be willing to help no questions asked. "C'mon man, help me out."

"Alright, I'll help. What exactly were you thinking, because you know what she likes. And jewelry and stuff doesn't help me."

The two spent an hour planning out a small event. Noah and Mirage then spent the next few hours driving around New York, Noah getting out and going into stores to purchase supplies.

"I hope you plan on paying me back for all this." Noah stated.

"Yeah I'll figure out a way." Mirage complained. He felt like time was running out and he still had to set up. While driving around Mirage radioed his girlfriend. During their dating period he had given her a radio so they could stay in contact. He stole the idea from Kris.

"Hey darling." Mirage cooed over the radio.

"Hey handsome." (Y/N) replied. Her voice filled Mirage with joy.

"I've got a free evening, and I'm setting something up. Can you be free tonight?"

"Tonight yeah, I have nothing planned. Or well, I guess my plan consists of whatever you're planning."

"You're so funny!" Mirage laughed. Noah rolled his eyes. Noah knew Mirage was smitten, but this was something else.

"I'll pick you up later tonight, wear something pretty. Well you are always pretty, but y'know where something really pretty."

"I will." (Y/N) laughed.

With that settled Mirage drove to an abandoned warehouse, the same one he took Noah to the first time they met, and on the third date he took (Y/N) to. Noah and Mirage set everything up, using all the supplies they had gotten throughout the day. Once completed, Mirage took Noah home, then drove to (Y/N)'s place.

He parked outside and honked his horn. A few minutes later she appeared, in a beautiful outfit that made Mirages engine rev. She smiled, a smile that sent shivers through his form. He opened his driver door and allowed her in.

"Ready?" He asked, strapping her in with his seatbelt.

"I am." Mirage drove off, playing a radio station that consisted of mainly love songs. He stated that his radio was broken and he couldn't change it.

"Hey, we are about 5 minutes away. Could you close your eyes?" Mirage asked.

"Sure." (Y/N) responded. She trusted Mirage completely, so she had no problem closing her eyes no questions asked. He drove into the warehouse and stopped then unbuckled the seatbelt.

"Trust me?"

"Absolutely."

Mirage very gently transformed around her. Shifting his body until he was standing and holding her in his servos. He placed her down, keeping a servo behind her back.

"You can open your eyes now." Mirage whispered.

(Y/N) opened her eyes. String lights were hung up around the the middle of the warehouse making a circle of light in the center. In the middle were a few blankets laid upon the floor and a number of pillows placed evenly on the blankets. Candles were also strategically placed a few feet away from the flammable blankets, but they were there to enhance the mood.

"Oh my, this is beautiful!" (Y/N) exclaimed. Her heart pounding in her chest.

"Shall we?" Mirage offered his servo. (Y/N) took it. They made themselves comfy among the cozy pillows. Mirage laid on his side, his helm propped up by one arm, so he could be on a similar level as (Y/N). "Oh, I also got you something."

"You didn't have to get me anything."

"Well I did." Mirage pulled out a small box, gently handing it to (Y/N). She opened it, revealing a necklace, on it was silver heart shaped pendant with a blue heart shaped jewel in the middle of it. (Y/N) gasped in surprise, and awe at its beauty.

"It's gorgeous."

"Turn it over." Turning the pendant over revealed 'Mirage' had been engraved on the back of it.

"Oh I love it so much." (Y/N) leapt up, she grabbed Mirages helm with both hands and plastered a million kisses all over his faceplates. "Thank you!"

Mirage placed his free servo behind her back, pulling her in closer. He caught her lips and the two kissed passionately. The kiss only being broken so (Y/N) could catch her breath.

"You really like it?" Mirage asked.

"I love it. And I love you so much." (Y/N) put the necklace on.

"I love you too. I wanted something special for my girlfriend."

"Well, you did amazing this is really special. I have the best boyfriend ever."

That word rang through his audio receivers like music. Boyfriend, the second best word. And as much as he said the word girlfriend, he also hoped to hear boyfriend just as much.

Bonus headcanons just because I want to:

-Will say girlfriend as much as he can.

-Gets so giddy and excited when his girlfriend is around. He does everything he can to try and impress her or make her laugh. Absolutely loves her laugh so will say so many jokes, even if they are terrible.

-Flirts all the time.

-Shows her off to everyone saying 'this is my girlfriend' even if they already know that.

-Likes PDA and wants to kiss and touch her all the time. He would make out with her in front of the others and not care at all.

-Loves to see her in cute outfits. He loves getting little fashion shows, and likes to help his girlfriend pick out outfits.

-Will carry her around, because it means he gets to hold her close.

-Late night chats. He talks with his girlfriend while she tries to sleep. And he feels so happy if she stays on the radio while she sleeps. He feels like it is a way for them to be together even if they can't be.

#transformers #mirage #tf rotb #rotb mirage #transformers rotb #ask

[jerzwriter]

When Husbands Become Prey 2: They Know What's Coming

Sometimes you write a fic and think, nah, this can't be! That was entirely too much fun to write! And this fic here is a perfect example of that!

This was all born out of this funny mistake. The lovely @lilyoffandoms took that and turned it into When Husbands Become Prey, and I thought it was just begging for a follow-up. Olivia belongs to the amazing @storyofmychoices, and Merida is Lily's, and these three pairs together always spark joy! I hope you enjoy it!

Book: Open Heart

Pairings: Bryce Lahela x Olivia, Ethan Ramsey x Merida Tobias Carrick x Casey

Rating/Warning: Teen + - it's risque but not explicit.

Words: 1,699

Additional A/N: Participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge - May Prompt - Lust

The men could practically feel their wives approaching; that kind of energy isn’t easily contained. Tobias’s eyes locked on Casey’s, a delighted smirk on his lips as he emptied the contents of his drink. He knew exactly what was coming. Bryce playfully chuckled at Olivia, looking so innocent yet alluring, as she sauntered his way. Smiling broadly, he leaned back on his barstool. Yeah, he knew exactly what was coming. Ethan was the last to take notice, doing a double take as his gaze met Merida’s. With a raised eyebrow, he flagged the bartender and ordered another drink. He, too, knew exactly what was coming.

Casey was the first to reach the bar and wasted no time. Pressed close against her man as she looped her arms around his neck. Taking that point system quite seriously, she pulled him into a kiss, easily adding two points to her tally and quickly approaching another three.  

“Well, well,” Tobias droned, the look on his face leaving little wonder of where his thoughts were going. “To what do I owe this pleasure.”

“You looked bored,” Casey simpered. “And I’m here to save you.”

“You know... I have a little fantasy that starts out like this... if you’re up for some role play...”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake!” Ethan grumbled just a seat away.

“What!” Tobias protested. “She’s my wife! I’m not proposing anything illegal!”

“Yeah, that’s a shame,” Casey sighed as the other women giggled.

“That you’re his wife?” Ethan chortled. “I couldn’t agree more. That is a shame.”

“No, wiseass,” Merida giggled. “She was hoping for something illegal.”

Ethan ran a hand down his face with a weary sigh. “Do I even want to know?”

“Probably not,” Bryce grinned as he happily welcomed Olivia on his lap. “But I’m sure as hell curious.”

“Oh, you should be,” the beautiful redhead purred, her teeth capturing his earlobe and tugging ever so slightly, leaving her husband forgetting his name.

Casey leaned closer to Olivia, placing an approving tap on her knee.

“Great work,” she whispered. “I’ll easily give you two points for that move!”

Ethan held up his freshly delivered drink and turned to an all too pleased Merida, his face devoid of emotion.

“Tell me,” he asked. “Do I need to down this drink to be prepared for what I’m about to endure?”

“Oh, honey,” she chuckled. “Call the bartender over and just tell him to leave the bottle. Because I’ve got plans for you.”

“Nice!” Tobias sang. “I’m telling you, Ramsey, you should thank all that’s holy for that woman every day... two times on Sunday.”

Ethan began to reply, but it was clear Tobias had little interest in his friend’s answer. He already had Casey by the hand, and they were rushing toward the door.

“Gee, that’ didn’t take long,” Olivia observed while snuggling closer to Bryce.

“Did you expect it would?” Merida asked.

“Nope, not at all.”  She turned to Bryce with a seductive little grin, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “What do you say, shall we follow their lead?”

Bryce’s jaw fell, and the look in his eye left no question of how pleased he was with the evening's developments.

“You know, I knew I was happy when you three ladies hit it off... but I never had any idea just how happy their corruption... I mean their friendship... would mean.”

“Shut up,” Olivia giggled as she hopped to her feet; she didn’t have to say a word, and Bryce was at her heels.

“Thanks for picking up the tab, Ramsey!” he yelled as they scurried away.

Merida was beaming with pride as she watched her charge step out of the bar. But she hadn’t forgotten her own mission. Shifting closer to Ethan, she seductively mounted the stool to his right. Her stilettoed heel running up and down the length of his calf. Ethan was trying to play it cool, but Merida felt her ego rise as she watched the man shudder.

“So what do you say, Dr. Ramsey,” she hummed. “We’re not going to let them have all the fun now, are we?”

Ethan took another sip of his drink and turned to his beauty, never losing an ounce of composure.

“What are you three up to?”

“Us,” she feigned insult. “Whatever do you mean. We’re sweet little lambs, never an impure thought between us.”

Ethan couldn’t hold back his amusement at that comment. “If you were talking about Olivia alone, I might believe you... but you and Casey... sorry, my love, not a chance.”

“At least you know me,” she grinned. “Now, let’s get out of here and...”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he insisted.

“What?” Merida gasped. “Ethan, do you understand what I’m offering?”

“I do. I’m also confident that there’s some sort of a sophomoric wager involved, one that you’re eager to win. Well. I’m not about to partake in childish games.”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“I’m serious as a heart attack. I think you need to be taught a lesson, dear.”

“Heh,” she chuckled. “Depending on how you intend to teach me that... lesson... we could win this thing easily, so....”

“I’m not joking, Merida. I’m not leaving the bar.”

“Ethan! For heaven’s sake! Why?”

“I’ve already told you.”

Merida sat next to him, a smug look on his face as the scowl on hers intensified. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she picked it up to see “the girls” group chat lit up.

Olivia: You are so going down.

Casey: If you were spending less time texting and more time actually going down, you might win this thing, Liv.

Olivia: Oh, yeah? What are you doing?

With that, a picture of what appeared to be Casey’s strappy black sandals wrapped provocatively around Tobias’s neck arrived. Merida viscerally threw her phone onto the bar.

“I’ll take it that was Casey’s reply,” Ethan smirked.  

Merida glared at him out of the corner of her eye. “Yes! And color me jealous!”

Ethan didn’t know it, but Merida took his turning away as a declaration of war. There was no way she was coming in third! No way!

Jumping to her feet, she stood directly behind Ethan, her lips planting a trail of kisses from his temple, along his face, down the side of his neck.

“What are you doing...”

“Shhhh...” she ordered as her hands got in on the action; pleased with herself as the slightest groan escaped him as she kneaded his shoulders. “You know what I’m doing, Ethan. When have you known me to take no for an answer.”

Her hands were all over him now, gliding over the muscles of his arms, the contours of his chest, and she could feel him starting to surrender despite himself.

“Mer...” he started, but he was quickly silenced with a kiss. 

Ethan had to accept it. His wife could play him like a fiddle, and when it came to her, he was weak. His strong arms encircled her waist, pulling her perilously close as his searing kisses moved from her lips to her neck, settling on her collarbone. Overcome with desire, he seemed to forget where he was, lifting her with ease, he pressed her against the bar. 

While Merida remained well aware of their surroundings, she also didn't have a care to give. Her fingers ran through his thick,  wavy hair, pulling him back up where she greeted him with another fiery kiss. It was going delightfully well when the sound of someone loudly clearing their throat pulled them out of their lustful haze.

Merida playfully smiled at the security guard standing behind Ethan as he slowly turned around, wishing the earth would swallow him whole.

“Yes,” he asked.

“What are you doing?” The stone-faced guard asked.

“I think that’s rather evident,” Merida replied.

“Well,” the guard grumbled with a shake of his head. “I’m afraid you’ll need to come with me.”

“Relax,” Ethan insisted. “We’ll take it to our room...”

“No, you don’t understand... I said you have to come with me.”

“Why?” Merida demanded. “Our clothes aren’t even disheveled, for heaven’s sake!”

“Maybe not, but there is an ordinance in this town, and you can’t cavort like this in areas considered family-friendly.”

“FAMILY FRIENDLY!” Ethan yelled far too loudly. “It’s a bar, not a playground! You have to be 21 to get in here! How is this family-friendly.”

“It abuts the lobby, sir.”

“It abut... abuts... There is a goddamned door between us and the lobby! You must be joking!”

“I’m afraid not, sir. Now, come with me before I have to call back up.”

Ethan was seething, and Merida looked at him with a nervous, apologetic smile.

“I mean, it’ll make a great story one day,” she whispered.

Unamused, Ethan barked back. “That day is not today!”

The guard led them to a small, grey room off the main corridor and instructed them to take a seat. 

“What happens now?” Merida asked. “Are we under arrest?”

“I’ll be right back to explain,” the guard scoffed, closing the door behind him as he left the two alone, and Merida grabbed her phone from her purse at once.

“What are you doing?” Ethan asked.

“Texting Casey. Tobias has a get-out-of-jail fund... you know... in case they ever get caught... you know... in public.”

“He has a fund?” Ethan cringed.

“Hey! Don’t be so judgemental! It looks like it will come in handy right now!”

Casey instantly replied to Merida’s text, letting her know she and Tobias would be right down.

As Merida breathed a sigh of relief, Casey rolled on top of Tobias, breaking into a fit of giggles.

“So, how much did you pay the guard to do that?” She asked.

“I plead the fifth,” Tobias smirked. “But it was worth every penny.”

“Let’s get dressed. We should go tell them it was a prank.”

“Uh, uh, uh,” Tobias scolded, tugging Casey back on top of him and lavishing her shoulder with kisses. “Of course, we will, but... we can let them sweat a little first.”

“Tobias,” she laughed, offering the weakest of protests. “Our friends are probably pretty stressed out.”

“I know, and we’ll save them...  but not before adding a few more points.”

~~~

OK, so in my head, Bryce and Olivia come in first. After all, while the other four were up to this fuckery, they were paying attention to what mattered most. 😏 Tobias insisted he and Casey came in second - and would have come in first if they considered the entire trip - but he conceded to buying dinner the next time they all went out to make things up to Ethan and Merida. However, he will always maintain the prank was worth every cent!

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

Tagging others separately.

#choices fanfic #open heart #open heart choices #choices open heart #ethan ramsey #bryce lahela #tobias carrick #ethan ramsey x f!mc #bryce lahela x f!mc #tobias carrick x f!mc #playchoices #choices the stories you play #writer appreciation month #open heart fanfic

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Hakuoki Yuugiroku 2 - 《Autumn Shinsengumi Sports Meet!》—— Opening Ceremony?

This translation is from 薄桜鬼 遊戯録弐 秋の新選組大運動会！which was originally published in the booklet that looks like the following image.

This is probably one of my favourite misc stories... because it shows how Saito is the best boi.

No, I will not be accept any arguments to that statement. hahaha. i shalt abuse my power as a translator and focus on Saito content if anyone dares to argue otherwise (maybe. not really. who knows hahaha. perhaps i really am that petty...)!

anyway, this is the first part of this silly story... enjoy!

Hakuoki Yuugiroku 2 - 《Autumn Shinsengumi Sports Day!》—— Opening Ceremony?

Translation by KumoriYami

Autumn of book reading, autumn of appetite, and also ——the autumn of sports.

To express the joy of finally getting through the hottest season of the year, the trees in Kyoto became brightly coloured, and it formally became autumn soon after.

Looking at the members divided into two teams by red and white headbands, the chief of the Shinsengumi, Kondou Isami, made an announcement in a loud voice in a courtyard of Nishi Hongan-ji.

Kondou: "Good, everyone's here…. Then I announce that the start of the Shinsengumi Sports Meet is officially open!"

Hijikata: "Kondou-san is really something, all of a sudden he's talking about holding a sports meet… even if it's on a whim, it needs to be done in moderation."

Saito: "But Vice-Commander, I believe that this is a good opportunity to relax everyone's tense nerves after such a scorching summer."

Harada: "Furthermore, the winners get to make a wish, right? What sort of wish should I make…"

Hijikata, Saito, and Harada, who each had headbands on their heads that were as scarlet as red maple leaves, were discussing——

Heisuke: "How can you be talking as if you've already won, Sano-san! We're not going to lose to the red team!"

Souji: "By the way, Shinpat-san, have you already decided what prize you want if you win?"

Shinpachi" Of course it's going to be sake!"

Heisuke and Okita, who had pure white bandanas, like white clouds, on their heads, and also Shinpachi, responded.

Seeing how the two sides already seemed to have sparks colliding between them before the competition started, Kondou nodded with satisfaction.

Kondou "Hmhm, it seems that everyone's quite motivated, that's wonderful. Then, without further delay, let's start the first competition——"

Kazama: "——Hold a moment!"

Hijikata: "Hm?"

Kazama: "Are you saying the winner gets what they want? I heard that just now with my own ears."

Hijikata: "Do-Don't tell me this arrogant voice is…"

There was no one else who was this arrogant and spoke with such an egotistical tone, apart from a certain someone.

Hijikata and the others quickly looked around, and the sight of three people, standing with their backs to the sun, caught their eyes.

Kazama: "Hmph. With all these wild dogs gathering, I thought something was happening…"

Hijikata "Kazama and Amagiri, Shiranui... you bastards, what the hell are you doing here!"

Kazama: "What the hell are you doing here? This pack of wild dogs really aren't able to discern facial expressions to figure out the other party's intentions. Could it be that you aren't even able to see this?"

Saito: "I don't want to be told by you about not understanding someone's intentions from their body language…"

Souji: "I mean, you guys are being hindrances, so why don't get out of the way? You're being too much of a hindrance."

As Saito and Souji glared at him, Kazama paid them no attention, as if nothing had happened.

On the side, Amagiri and Shiranui sighed and took a step forward to translate Kazama's words, which had only been half-spoken.

Amagiri: "Actually that is the case. Simply put, we stopped by while scouting out nearby…"

Shiranui: "That guy Kazama was saying "Isn't this the best time to show off the gap in abilities between me and the Shinsengumi in front of my wife". What a pain."

Harada: "Hey. That's to say, you three want to participate in this sports meet?"

Heisuke: "What a joke! Why obligation do we have to compete with you guys!"

Harada scratched his head while Heisuke puffed up his cheeks.

Then Shiranui shook his head impatiently and spoke earnestly.

Shiranui: I got it, I got it. This should be fine, if we come in last, we will never approach Yukimura Chizuru again, what do you guys think?"

Kazama: "What!? Shiranui, you bastard, making such a statement without permission..."

Shiranui: "What? I mean, as long as we win, it'll be fine. Or are you saying that a certain leader of an oni clan isn't confident that they can win?"

Kazama: "Hmph, what a stupid thing to say. As if I could lose to some insignificant humans. There isn't even a one in ten thousand chance of that happening."

Amagiri: "….That's how it is. What do you all think? Everyone from the Shinsengumi. If this is how it will be, bloodshed can be avoided. I believe that this is beneficial to both sides."

Hijikata: "......A word once spoken cannot be taken back. If you lose, you won't go looking around for excuses, will you?

Kondou: "Ah, if Toshi agrees, the I won't disagree. In that case, I officially approve of your team now!"

With that, the members of the third team, the oni team joined in, and the Shinsengumi sports meet finally kicked off after a number of twists and turns before the games officially began——

---To be continued---

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note to self: it's the "Hakuoki Yuugiroku Booklet story competition" in NW. (i have over 200 things in nimble writer so it's quite easy to lose track of things if they aren't labelled correctly... 😅 )

#hakuoki #hakuouki #hakuoki yuugiroku 2 #hakuoki other translation #hijikata toshizo #okita souji #saito hajime #toudou heisuke #harada sanosuke #kazama chikage #amagiri kyuuji #shiranui kyo #kondou isami