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homielander · 2 years

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while i really liked rhaenyra in 1.10, she was also very inconsistent with the way she’s been written in prior episodes (4-9 mostly), and i don’t know what we’re supposed to take away from her characterization this season.

the last time rhaenyra showed any resistance to violence was all the way back in episode 2, when she flew to dragonstone to peacefully resolve a conflict with daemon that could have turned messy. merely paralleling that moment in the finale, however, does not erase the fact that since the first dragonstone encounter, she has walked off when a suitor propositioning her hand was killed, plotted with daemon to kill an innocent man to facilitate laenor’s escape (and resolved that the people should fear her as their scheme unfolded), and watched vaemond beheaded and expressed no feelings on the matter beyond mild shock. now, i’m not saying she has to jump into battle, but in the book she was outraged that the throne that rightfully belonged to her had been usurped, and offered very blunt terms to the greens -- to cede the throne immediately or die. i would have liked to see some of this resolve in the finale.

rhaenyra has also been neither cognizant nor considerate of the fact that, as a targaryen, the customs of the realm over which she hopes to rule are different than hers. apart from the fact that she passed off her bastards as trueborn, she also complained that the valyrian tapestries in the red keep had been replaced with banners of the faith of the seven, and she stated that the wants of the smallfolk were of no consequence to her as early as episode 4. none of these things are criminal, but they do provide us deeper insight about her mindset. (oh, also: she slept with criston, who was essentially a servant to her, despite his repeated refusal and his esteem for the position of kingsguard, which she knew involved an oath of celibacy.) in this episode though, she gave luke a speech about how targaryens were still accountable to the realm and had to follow their traditions and values accordingly. while this is undoubtedly a nice sentiment, it also defies the core of rhaenyra’s character, given that her lack of awareness on this issue is what results in her eventual downfall.

she also spoke of duty to the realm and earning the throne this episode, which are ideas she has never even alluded to prior to this point. i never got the sense that rhaenyra had much of an understanding of what the responsibility of rule truly means. we’re shown how she fled to dragonstone the moment circumstances at court grew difficult for her and we never see her engage in any sort of preparation for her future duties as monarch. she was outraged about the hightowers ruling in viserys’s stead and giving him milk of the poppy to ameliorate his pain, though she was not present for any of the six years he was left incapacitated by his health while they were. i really can’t fathom how we are expected to believe that this is a character who has understood duty all along.

rhaenyra is impulsive, indifferent to violence, ignorant or uncaring of the wants of the people, and generally uninterested in preparing for her ascension to queen. this doesn’t make her irredeemable by any means, but it is the picture of rhaenyra that’s been painted for us all season. the writers seem to want to have their cake and eat it too; yes, rhaenyra has these flaws which make her an interesting character to watch, but when the crisis they’ve been building to this entire season finally arrives, these flaws are nowhere in sight. rhaenyra can’t be allowed to be anything other than wise, mature, desperate for peace, and as luke puts it, “perfect,” at this critical juncture, even though the character they have established says otherwise.

this mirrors very closely what happened to alicent. up to and including episode 7, we were shown that she had impressed upon her kids that aegon would one day be king, and we were exposed to all of the very understandable reasons that she was aiming for this. she didn’t trust rhaenyra, she knew rhaenyra being a woman posed a threat to her children’s lives (which was only compounded by rhaenyra putting bastards next in line and then marrying daemon), she knew rhaenyra’s faction had no issue executing anyone who obstructed their goals, and it was proven to her that the wellbeing of her family was not important (not to viserys, not to rhaenyra, not to anyone) when aemond lost his eye. perhaps rhaenyra never would have harmed her children, but what matters is that alicent wanted the security of power. this may not a morally unimpeachable position, but i think it’s a very sympathetic one to anyone watching without fan goggles on. but actually, scratch all of that -- what alicent really wanted was to fulfill viserys’s half-baked dying wishes. otherwise, she never would have plotted to seize the throne for aegon! her real flaw is toiling in the service of men, don’t you see? (never mind that viserys named rhaenyra his heir before that, so whether she supported aegon or rhaenyra, she’d still be deferring to her husband.) anyway, what was all that other stuff even for, then?

i understand that rhaenyra and alicent will embrace their darker vices as the war progresses (starting with lucerys’s death and likely blood and cheese, respectively). but *alicent voice* where is coherence? where is consistency? the writers seem to be peddling the idea that these women are blameless, and their future misdeeds are a result of men and the patriarchy, but i disagree. i don’t think either of them are blameless. while the misogyny of this setting and time period plays an undeniable role in this story, it’s also stupid to ignore that alicent and rhaenyra are more powerful than nearly all men because of their positions as queen and heir, and thus had their own agency. they, too, were selfish and reckless and ambitious, qualities which we see amplified in their later, more terrible actions, and i think that would have been a far more compelling story to follow.

#i dont completely agree w this anymore so rbs off lol #a lot of people saw the rhaenyra stuff especially coming a mile away since her ill deeds have never held the same weight as everyone else's #but still i was holding out hope. foolishly :(#the only flaw they're really keeping consistent is her lack of political acumen #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #anti rhaenyra #house of the dragon #hotd spoilers #anti hotd #it's the way i'm not even comparing to the book here..... the show can't even handle its own canon properly lol #internal consistency is all i want atp😭😭😭😭

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trulyhblue · 2 months

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hello hello!!! can i request a niamh fic wheres shes dating a single parent and niamh just treats the kid like her own because the other parent isn't in the picture?! sorry if this doesn't make sense lmao

Brown-Eyed Girl

Niamh Charles x Reader

warnings — bit suggestive at the end.

A little baby blurb for you all <3

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Emmeline had a tight grip on your hips as you swayed her exhilarated figure across your chest. You had finally gotten out of the house, a Spiderman backpack adorned by your side, and your daughter babbling on about the day the two of you were about to have.

Despite popular belief, being a single parent was the greatest gift you had ever received. You had Emmeline just shy of three years ago, and she quickly became your best friend through everything. Your daughter was a spitting image of you, but the contributions of your past partner still took over her brown, beady eyes, and gorgeous skin.

Emmeline was shy. She was personal and dainty, and only said what she could in phrases of mumbles to people she wanted close to. In many ways, she was a ray of sunshine, willing to stand out and be bold with friends and family. But she was your baby, your darling girl since you had found out you were pregnant, and she was your biggest priority no matter what.

When you first met Niamh, Emme was the one to tell you that the two of you were meant to be.

The English woman was patient and willing, even when she first found out you had a child to love and care for over her. If anything, she found you all the more endearing. Niamh would take her out for cafe dates, and walk her to and from preschool on the way to training. Emmeline would rant on and on about how Niamh would give her the best tickles, and when your baby was near, Niamh was always not far behind.

Your daughter undoubtedly looked up to the footballer. The first Chelsea game you attended was in the general admission seating, amongst the bustle of enriched fans and excitement radiating through cheers and screams. Niamh spotted the two of you in the crowd, offering you a nimble, modest wave, resulting in Emme giggling into your neck and pointing to the woman, rambling on about how she “wanted to be smart like Mummy but fast like ‘evie.”

Emme had trouble properly pronouncing her words. ‘Niamh’ was proven to be among the difficulties she endured, and all her little mouth could muster was ‘evie.’ It was short, and abbreviated, but full of love and adoration all the same.

After a few more games, watching the girl you were quickly falling for, people began to piece together the subtle clues of your relationship with the Chelsea player.

It all started with a fan taking a photo with Niamh after a game, and you were in the passenger seat, casually looking down at your phone oblivious to the photo being taken. At first, people brushed it off as you being a friend. But then, two weeks later, the same thing happened, but with Emmeline nuzzled underneath Niamh’s puffer jacket, her curly brown hair and reddened cheeks poking out from her collar.

Fans were reeling to piece together who this child was, and why you were all of a sudden showing up to games. The funny thing was that the two of you hadn’t even started dating yet. It was when Emmeline started asking when her Evie would move in, and whether she would ever stay to read her a bedtime story before going back to her place.

It was from there when you spent your weekends covered in a blue jersey with your girlfriend’s last name across your shoulders, forever wrapped around her finger with the warmth of your love and your daughter’s affection.

“Mummy— mummy! Will Auntie Guro be there?” Emmeline was wiping her nose on her sleeve, cradling the soft plushy toy in her arms as you held her closely to your chest. “Auntie Guro, I need to tell her.”

The walk through Chelsea’s facilities were long to say the least. The buildings seemed to prolong for miles, and you knew that if the baby in your arms was to be walking, she wouldn't be in the same, happy mood as she was now. “I'm not sure, Emme baby. Why, what do you want to tell her?”

“Talk about something, Mummy. Haven't seen Auntie in ages.” She dragged out, looking around the corridors in search of anyone she knew. “Will we be able to see Aggie as well? I wanna talk to her too, Mummy, please.”

“They might be busy with the cameras, darling girl.” You answered, finally hearing the familiar laughter of the team.

Today was media day, meaning spouses were allowed to roam the grounds at their own discretion. Emme was feeling good when she found out that she was coming to Niamh’s work with the rest of her aunts to talk to. While this didn't necessarily mean she was free to interact with any of them at any time, Emme was more concerned about simply being in their presence, and this was shown when she caught sight of Niamh sitting on a lounge in front of two interviewers, while none other than Guro sitting next to her.

Immediately, Emmeline squirmed in your grip but knew better than to sprint over to your girlfriend. This wasn't the first time the two of you had made your special appearances during Media allocations, so the girl knew that she wasn't permitted to leave your side and wander off in case she was caught with some unwanted attention.

You were fussed with the media involved in Emme, but you wanted to keep the engagement less on her and more on football. You knew people loved Emme, believe you. But there was sketchy stuff over social media, and you wanted to make sure that even with your daughter spending time with Niamh and her teammates in front of the public eye, it was minimal and harmless. There was never a time when someone would ask you to put her in a video or tell you that people wanted to ask her questions or put her in a position where you couldn't be there to aid and support her. On top of these precautions you implemented, Niamh was also significantly protective over the toddler.

If she was taking photos with fans, and Emme was on her hip, she’d either face the girl away from the camera or hide her in her jacket. You would oftentimes keep Emme with you when the two of you were in the football community, but there were a handful of times when people caught you off guard, and Emme was where nether of you were holding her.

Most of the time, people were accommodating in your rejection of interaction. Sometimes, they’d wait for you to keep Emme by your side before asking for a picture or question. Other times, Emme would latch onto your leg, hiding herself away from the strangers, acknowledging that she wasn't looking for attention.

“Wanna see them, Mummy,” Emme whispered, drawing excited circles along your collarbone. You combed your fingers through her hair, strolling over to where you were behind the cameras, looking to where your girlfriend and your daughter’s favourite Auntie found you in an instant.

Niamh instantly stood up off the couch, bending down to beckon Emme over. You bent down and let her go, laughing at the potent stomps echoed through the indoor establishment and the squeal she let out when falling into her arms.

“If it isn't the main character herself!” One of the interviewers said, the other smiling in adoration as Emmeline wrapped her legs around Niamh’s waist instinctively, making your girlfriend tuck her skirt under her legs, sitting the girl on her lap with her arms encircling the girl’s figure.

“Looking bright as ever, Y/N!” Guro waved brightly towards you. “How are you?”

“Yeah, good. Busy morning with this one.” You replied, a collective laughter ricocheting through the room. “She’ll knock out soon. She’s just had a hot chocolate, and the sugar rush will end.”

“She's so cute.” The Norwegian stated, moving down to make close eye contact with Emme, who was already giggling at the woman’s presence. “Aren't you, vakker? Jeg er din favoritt, ikke sant?” I'm your favourite, aren't I?

“Ja, jeg elsker deg, Auntie Guro.” Yes, I love you.

Guro blushed and cooed at that, kissing your daughter’s nose and pinching her cheeks with a loving smile plastered across her face. Niamh took the jacket off, the warmth of Emmeline’s body heating her enough. You watched the teammates continue their interview, smiling at the subtle wink Niamh sent your way.

They had asked Emme a few questions indirectly, asking you before if it was okay. You agreed, finding Niamh’s prompts completely adorable.

Emme would ramble about stuff that wasn't even related to the question, but Niamh would subtly steer her back in the right direction. If Emme was getting ditsy, she’d bounce her thigh in jitters, sending the toddler back into a relaxed, comfortable state.

As you predicted, Em fell asleep fifteen minutes later, quietly snoring, relishing the patterns Niamh drew on her back, gripping onto Guro’s hand absentmindedly. You had taken a seat behind the set, replying to some emails, half listening to the questions being asked in what seemed to be a podcast of sorts.

When they finished, Niamh and Guro invited you onto the couch, letting you take Emme from Niamh with a peck of her lips.

“If you ever want to spend time without her, I would happily take her,” Guro announced, rubbing the child’s cheek. “Oh, she's so cute. I'm jealous of you, Charles. An adorable baby and a hot girlfriend.”

Niamh shot the woman a testing look, shaking her head at the laughter you let out in response.

“You would give her too many sweets, Reiten,” Niamh replied. You felt a blush creep onto your cheeks when her arms fell across your shoulders. “You wouldn't be able to say no to her.”

Guro scoffed. “Who would be able to say not to such a beautiful baby?”

Niamh chuckled. “Point proven.”

That was the last of Niamh’s duties for today, meaning that the two of you were homebound after a few more minutes of talking with Guro.

You both thanked the crew and other members of staff on the way out, trying your best to be quiet in order not to wake the baby up.

“Where’s your car?” Your girlfriend asked, searching for your keys in the spiderman bag.

“We walked.” You replied, taking Niamh’s keys out of her jean’s pockets and handing them to her.

“No wonder she's so tired, baby. I could of picked you up.”

“She only walked halfway, Niamhy, baby.” You rolled your eyes, sighing. “She's gotten the expectation that someone will carry her whenever she feels like it.”

You threw a pointed glare at the woman, smirking at her guilty face.

“She's a princess.” Niamh retorted. “If her feet are sore, I’ll carry her.”

“She's becoming very demanding, I think.”

“She's a good girl.” She answered, watching as you buckled the sleeper into her seat. “Don't act like you're not demanding at times.”

You scoffed, climbing into the passenger seat with a prominent, joking scowl. “And when have I been demanding, huh? I don't recall asking you to carry me round everywhere.”

“Oh, I can,” Niamh responded smugly. Your eyebrows creased in confusion. “Don't you remember the other night? Acting very demanding and ended up not walking properly the next day… had you begging and shaking for me to—”

“—Yep, okay, thank you.” You snapped, crossing your arms across your chest. “I doubt that if you just had edged for four consecutive orgasms you’d feel inclined to walk around.”

“If you had been good, then you would've just had the orgasms, not the edging.”

“Let's not talk about this with the baby in the car.” You muttered, trying hard not to think about the events of a few nights before.

“Alright, darling. Just remember that good girls get rewards.”

You sighed, your cheeks heating up. “You're a tease, Charles.”

Niamh didn't reply, keeping her hand on your thigh all the way home, making sure to keep her complacent countenance noticeable until you made it home.

“You love me for it.”

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niamh charles

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yourusername — we love our Evie 💕

^ niamhcharles — love my girls 💗

guroreiten — niesen min er like vakker som mammaen hennes 🤍

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^ yourusername — emme’s missing her auntie guro all the time xx

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^ user23 — this is girlhood.

^ user28 — baby emme is literally living our dreams

^ user98 — Y/N living mine 😋

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^ niamhcharles — sorry, guro already did

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^ guroreiten — its time to face the truth

^ milliebright — 😐

user4 — Emme is the cutest toddler I have ever seen

^ user90 — the way she crawls into Niamh and wraps her legs around her in the interview 😭 she is such a good mother I can't

^ user65 — wait is Emme Niamh’s child or Y/N’s?

^ user90 — Y/N is Emme’s mother, but Niamh is another parental figure for Emme.

chelsea — pro contract incoming?? @yourusername

^ yourusername — she likes the colour red more I think…

^ milliebright — what have you done? @niamhcharles

^ niamhcharles — this is simply not true.

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CHELSEA WFC PODCAST WITH GURO REITEN & NIAMH CHARLES FT. SPECIAL GUEST

time — 13 minutes, 36 seconds.

Interviewer one — if it isn't the main character herself

Guro — *looking off camera* Looking bright as ever, Y/N. How are you?

Y/N, Niamh Charles’ partner — yeah good. Busy morning with this one…

* time skip*

Interviewer — so Niamh, on a more personal note, how is everything going?

Niamh — yeah, really good. I'm really happy at the moment. *looks down and off camera* I've got a lot of love for others at the moment, and a lot of things that I look forward to seeing after training, games, and just work in general. Yeah, it's been really great, actually.

Interviewer — how’s it been with a child in the mix? How have you found that?

Niamh — um, yeah, it's been great. Look, I'm very privileged to be in this one's life. She's my favourite little girl in the whole world, and I just love her to bits. She's incredible, her mother’s so admirable, and I'm just glad that I'm in her life.

Interviewer — you look a bit jealous over their, Reiten.

Guro — *sighs* Emme is just— ugh I cannot even put it into words. She's just brought the team so much closer. I don't know how, but all children just bring this innocence that wasn't there before, and Emme is just so beautiful, and always brings so much light to everyone’s day. And I think she’s made Niamh’s life so much brighter too. Jesus, you don't understand how much I love this little baby girl.

Niamh — im scared you're going to steal her one day

Guro — oh, I will. Her and your girlfriend if you're not careful.

* Y/N laughs off camera*

Niamh — Hey! Don't laugh about that!

Guro — See! Even she agrees.

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A/N — ugh how I love baby fics.

#niamh charles #niamh charles x reader #woso community #woso x reader #chelsea #chelsea women #woso #lionesses #jess carter #millie bright #mia fishel #erin cuthbert #guro reiten #niamh and jessie

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crxss01 · 11 months

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hiii, can i request a e-42 miles morales where he just wants to be comforted but he’s that miles so obviously he doesn’t want to admit it and puts up a strong facade in front of reader but she knows what’s up. thank you!!

— After Dark

pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ e-42!miles morales x reader

summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ you have come to know miles so much that you know when he is stressed and in much need of comforting even when he tries to act tough in front of you.

warnings ✧˖ ° angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, kissing, miles is our baby boy and needs to be held, cuddling, you being a good partner.

m. list, main m.list.

translations ✧࿓☾ bonito: handsome/or pretty boy, (mi) princesa: (my) princess, cariño: dear, amor: love, te amo tanto: i love you so much, mi angelito: my little angel.

a/n . . ◟੭ hey, sweet anon! i felt this request in my heart while writing it, hope you enjoy!

you were awaken in the middle of the night by the creak! of your window as it was forced open, you flopped back down from your sitting position after realizing who the intruder was. your boyfriend, miles morales.

"bonito, what are you doing here?" you asked him, you felt exhausted and when you looked at the clock on your nightstand you noticed you had only slept for an hour.

"sorry for waking you, princesa." he apologized, then sat on the end of your bed just examining your face. he did this often, but now there was something off with him.

"what's wrong?" you sat back up, and moved until you were kneeling on your bed right in front of him, taking his head in between your hands.

"nothing, mami." he shook his head, a small smirk making its way to his face as he looked you up and down.

the covers had come off when you moved towards him and in the process revealing your pijama shorts along with the pijama cami top.

"miles, don't play with me." you warned which wiped the smirk off his face. "tell me what's up with you."

"it's nothing, cariño. don't worry about it." he dismissed once again.

"mhm..." you hummed, then proceeded to get off your bed to kneel on the floor. grabbing his feet, one by one, you took off his jordans. you put them to the side neatly and stood back up, unzipping your boyfriend's jacket while he just observed then you took that off too and since he doesn't like sleeping with a shirt on you took it off of him.

"come on," you said getting in bed once again and grabbing his hands, pulling him up the bed which he obliged to.

he laid under the covers with you, between your legs with his head on your chest as you ran your hand up and down his back trying to bring as much comfort to him as you could.

it was silent for what felt like hours and you couldn't figure out if he was sleeping or not because of how relaxed his breathing had become, but you had your answer when he spoke up again.

"it's my mom,”

you stayed silent, wanting him to continue at whatever pace he would like to.

"she keeps working overnight shifts and i know she is doing all of that to provide for me, but it hurts me so much to see her work herself so hard like that. it makes me feel like a burden to her, because if it wasn't for me she wouldn't have to do that." he took a shaky breath, pausing.

once again you remained silent, not pushing him to continue.

"when she comes home she looks so tired and she doesn't even sleep that much because she immediately starts worrying about how i didn't eat properly and if my clothes are washed or some other stuff and it just makes me feel like shit seeing her like that and all because of me." he finishes.

you waited just in case he had something else to say before you said anything, when he didn't you took his head in your hands making him look up at you. you wanted him to look you in the eye as you spoke.

"miles morales, you're not a burden to your mother." you stated, loud and clear. the thought that your parents might hear you did not go through your head. "she works like that not only because she is raising a child all on her own and has to take care of him because she loves him so much, more than anything in this world. she also works like that so that she can be able to provide for herself. she works like that because she is a strong, beautiful and independent woman who others can not compare to. miles, you're her son, of course she would do all of that and more for you because the love of a mother is something that is unrivaled."

you took a deep breath. "if tia morales had considered you a burden, don't you think that she would've given you up to some child system or whatever? but she hasn't and would never do it, i know she wouldn't. she loves you just like you love her."

miles was looking at you, eyes watery but only one tear came out before he wiped it off, breaking eye contact as he did this. he buried his head on your chest for a moment.

"so if you ever feel like a burden again, just remind yourself that she loves you and that she also needs to do that for herself. okay, amor?" you asked.

miles lifted his head up, nodding.

"no, i want you to say it for me." you told him.

"okay." he said.

"i love you, did you know that?" you smiled down at him.

"yes and i love you too, mi princesa." he smiled back and pulled himself further up on top of you until he was on eye level with you. "te amo tanto," he kissed your forehead. "the love of my life," he kissed your right cheek. "my one and only." he kissed your left cheek. "my happiness." he kissed your nose. "mi angelito." he kissed your mouth.

you smiled into the kiss, and kissed him back before pulling away. "i'll always be here for you." you told him.

"i know." he smiled, full teeth showing which was rare, then kissed you again.

life was perfect when he was with you.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ reblogs are really appreciated!

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vexcraft · 13 days

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also on ao3 here!

special delivery

Pearl was fairly certain this was not in her job description.

She supposed she had agreed to do special deliveries and while she would not necessarily count this as one because there was a permit for these kinds of jobs – though she figured that since there was no transaction involved she wasn’t breaking the law and then technically this was not necessarily a job for the man with the mob permit – this was still something she would have called Scar for. If he was available that was. Which brings her to the next problem.

Scar was currently very small, very grey, and a little feathery. And also in her mailbag.

Pearl did know a little about the vex thing. Not a whole lot, it didn’t really come up all that often, but at least she knew enough to realize that the little creature she had spotted inside one of the chests of the explosive firework shop was Scar. She had noticed the chest wasn’t properly closed when she had been restocking her flower truck and she would hate it if rainwater ruined the fireworks that from what she’d heard could cost Cub more to make than he was selling them for, so she had decided to help the man out and close the chest. Only to find a very small Scar in it.

She had no idea what to do with a vex though. Especially with a vex that seemed very much to be sleeping and showing zero signs of planning on waking up any time soon. So she had carefully picked Scar up where he had been curled up in the middle of the fireworks and gently placed him in her bag, glad that she had already delivered all the mail that had been there earlier.

She was also, for once, glad that her donkey was as slow as it was. It made the journey to the one person she figured could probably help her with this issue a little more steady. Steady was what she needed right now – she didn’t trust herself to fly or even run with a literal person in her bag.

The journey took a while, and every now and then she looked into her bag to make sure everything was alright. Each time Scar seemed just as asleep as the last time and she briefly wondered if he was maybe unconscious and not just sleeping – but he seemed to be tossing and turning a little so she wasn’t too worried. Surely Cub would know what was up.

Pearl couldn’t say she was surprised she saw sculk when Cub’s area came into view. The extent of it was mildly terrifying though, especially as he resided quite close to her, but she paid it no mind. She had more important things to worry about, like finding Cub (and maybe hoping that he was not covered in sculk).

“Cub?” she called as she got off the donkey. She didn’t have a lead and there weren’t any fence posts nearby anyway – she would just have to hope the donkey wouldn’t wander off the pathway into the sculk. “You around here?”

She heard the sound of a firework going off and quickly a rather normal-looking (aside from all the dye stains) Cub landed before her.

“Hey hey,” Cub greeted her. “What’s up? Good to see you, Pearl.”

“I have a special delivery for you,” Pearl explained, putting on her slightly more professional mail lady voice.

“Hmm?” Cub hummed, obviously curious. “Intriguing. I don’t remember buying anything or signing up for anything.”

“Yeah, about that…” Pearl opened her bag and held it out enough for Cub to be able to look inside. He took a few steps forward to peek into the bag and then let out a little amused sound.

“I see, I see,” Cub nodded, reaching into the bag. Pearl winced a little as Cub picked up the sleeping vex by the scruff of his neck like one might hold a small kitten – she was certain Cub knew how to handle a vex miles better than she did but after spending the better part of the last hour being as careful as she could it did catch her off guard a little. Scar didn't seem to mind, still deep asleep. “Where did you find him?”

“He was sleeping amongst the fireworks in a chest at your shop,” Pearl said as she watched Cub cradle the vex in his arms – or rather his arm, he didn’t really need both of his arms to hold something so small. “I figured that might not have been the best place for him.”

“Makes sense, makes sense,” Cub nodded and Pearl had no idea what exactly about this was making sense to Cub, but she was glad something was. “Thank you for bringing him here, I’ll take care of him.”

Cub looked like he was about to turn around and leave to do whatever one did to care for a vex and Pearl couldn’t stop her curiosity.

“Cub? Can I ask a question before you go?”

The man paused. “Sure, of course,” he replied. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry which did ease Pearl’s nerves a little. “Shoot.”

"Why?” she asked and it came out a little less polite than she was hoping for. “I mean, is he like, alright? I’ve never seen that happen before. Had me a little worried there.”

Cub seemed to either not notice her tone or simply not care. “Just means he’s really tired. Like really really tired. Nothing too serious, I’ll talk to him about it.” Scar turned a little in Cub’s hold almost like he knew he was being talked about. “It happens sometimes, every now and then.”

“He’ll just be back to normal once he’s rested?” All of this was raising more questions than answering them, but she didn’t want to pry.

“Yep,” Cub confirmed. “He seems to like sleeping in chests, not the first time he’s been found in one. I’ve never tried to put him in a shulker box, do you think I could mail him?”

Pearl just stared at him. “Please do not try to mail Scar.”

#pearlescentmoon #goodtimeswithscar #cubfan135 #jules hc txt #hermitcraft season 10

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brbzonedout · 8 months

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-Movie Night

Pairing: E!42 Miles x Spider-person!reader

Warnings: Protectiveness…if that triggers you.

Outside of Miles’s window the streets buzzed with noise, from cars honking their horns to people yelling for their kids to come inside.

It was late at night as usual and Miles was sitting at his desk listening to music as he sketched out ideas for a creative writing paper that he couldn’t visualize properly.

knock knock…

That was unexpected.

Miles turned toward his bedroom window to see you standing out there with a excited smile. The boy smirked subconsciously wondering what you were doing here this late, especially without texting him first.

He opened the window and helping you crawl through.

“Don’t worry your mom knows i’m here,” you said landing on the hard wood floor of his bedroom.

“ho-”

“I texted her..anyways look!” you lifted your phone to his face showing him the disney plus app.

Miles squinted his eyes shielding them from the phones aggressive brightness, “What am I looking at?” he stifled a laugh.

You turned the phone back to your view, eye brows furrowed, “Are we not looking at the same thing? Little mermaid is on disney plus now so we can watch it!”

“You ran all the way here just to watch The little mermaid?”

The boy closed the window behind you and took your jacket off your back to hang in his closet.

“With you…” you stated with a smile kicking off your shoes.

With a sound understanding he turned back around to face you, “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I coulda gotten snacks and shit.” the question came with a concern glare.

“Number one…” You held up a book bag full of both your favorite snacks.

“And two you wouldn’t have let me walk over here myself,” you grumbled, sounding slightly annoyed, seated on his edge of his bed in your hello kitty pajama pants. “then I would’ve had to wait for you to get me…then walk here….then have you walk me back home, then wait for you to get back home and you like to take stops so-”

He rolled his eyes and joined you on the bed. “Well yeah ima walk wit you, you know where we live right?”

“You realize i’m the Spinner right?” said in a whisper, matter of factly.

Miles sighed not wanting to have this conversation for the 3rd time this month. “Yeah ok y/n…lemme see the bag….please.”

You snorted getting ready to chew the boy out for his lack of manners, “I was bout to say- here.” after digging into the bag you handed over a platter of caribbean food from the place down the block.

“Wha- this is food food…”

“I may have also stopped at Mrs. Kiyana’s shop…allegedly.”

Miles stifled a laugh and took the platter. As he opened it he noticed you got everything exactly the way he liked it, jerk chicken with Jamaican cabbage, and plantains.

He held back a smile, “Thank you..” said in a soft whisper like tone as he reached his hand into the platter.

“Of course,” you reached back in the bag pulling out two forks. “I know you not about to eat that with your hands-”

The boy stopped in his tracks and awkwardly took one of them out of your hand. “Right, my bad..”

I might make a part two to this one as well. BUT I KIND OF LIKE THE WAY THIS CAME OUT!! YAY! Anyways thank you for reading<3

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#across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #miles morales #miles morales headcanons #spider man #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles fluff #prowler miles #miles g morales #e!42 miles morales #e!42 miles x reader #e!42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x reader #e!42 miles morales fluff

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evilpinemarten · 1 month

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⸻ tennessee or me

✦ cairo sweet x gn!reader

✦ summary. you're reunited with the woman who stole your heart, shattered it, yet still drags it along with her. you haven't seen her in 3 years, and when she comes with no remorse you question why she came back in the first place. was it for you? hopefully it was for you...

instead of winnie being cairo's best friend, it's you. you're taking winnie's place.

✦ word count. 1.2k

✦ a/n. kinda hate this but oh well :)

It had been two years since Cairo left for Yale University, and it had been three years since she left you.

While she was in Connecticut pursuing her education, fooling everyone like she didn’t know a thing, you had been stuck in Tennessee with the gypsy winds and the curse of first-love. You knew she was mad at you, and you knew she was vengeful upon her self-discovery. She had let Jonathan Miller go, but you hoped and prayed every lonely night that she had not done the same with you.

It was a rainy Wednesday morning when you made the walk through Cairo’s woods with your headphones and green hoodie; your eyes were fixed on the weedy, dirt path beneath your black converses before a crow's song finished off the track you were listening to.

“Y/n.”

“Cairo,” you breathed, eyes wide and face flushing pale as you pulled your earphones out and came face to face with the Ghost of Lovell Hill.

Her face was equivalent with her demeanor, calm but fierce, just as she was in highschool. Her eyelashes fluttered in the sunshine that seeped through the canopy of leaves, and her gaze bore into yours as she stood like a royal jackal.

“W-What?,” you blinked wildly as if she were going to disappear in mere seconds. “What are you doing here? When did you get here? Why are you—?”

“Are you going to ask questions or are you going to greet me properly, as a lover should?” A hint of amusement edged her tone while her magenta lips held the slightest smirk.

You couldn’t speak. You could hear the rapid thump of your heart as the blood roared in your ears, sending your nerves tingling with disbelief. “Y-You… You left… You left me, Cairo…”

“I know,” was her reply.

And that had set you ablaze. You loved her with all your heart still, but that was it?After she abandoned you, betrayed your sincerity, and up and left miles and miles away from you without a second thought? No. This time, she was going to answer to you.

“You’re gone for three years… Three whole years and then you suddenly appear and expect me to just welcome you back with open arms? Do you know what the fuck I went through having you gone? You left me, Cairo Sweet…”

She took a moment to digest your backlash, and it was almost like the entire world stood still as you stared daggers into each and every orb in her dark eyes. Her lips quivered softly like she was trying to bite her tongue.

“So, go on,” taking a step back, you challenged her to see if she would come or bypass you. “What do you have to say?”

Cairo swallowed swiftly and folded her hands in front of her as she usually did before proposing her intellectual gift of expression. “I have no regrets for leaving things the way I did… Testifying against Jonathan Miller, defying the morals of this tongue-tied state, and confronting you on the night our relationship was corrupted. Yes, I did them. And yes, I am well aware of the pain it caused you. I saw it in your eyes at the word ‘inspired’... I was inspired, Y/n. Inspired to hit the ground running. Inspired to get revenge on a man who was falsely accused of being trustworthy and kind. Inspired to get the fuck out of this graveyard of simpletons… I was inspired to be something more than what this life gave me. You didn’t deserve what happened. And I can argue that I didn’t either, but…that’s nature. I made it to Yale, and I never looked back.”

Your jaw ached with the pressure built up in your muscles; you were clenching them so hard you could hear the enamel slide and buckle. Your fists were balled with white knuckles and piercing nails that stabbed the clammy palms of your hands. “Is that it? Leaving me meant nothing to you aside from simple acknowledgement? You didn’t miss me, Cairo? Because I’ve been missing you… I’ve been missing you ever since this ‘Mr. Miller scandal’. Every morning, I wake up and think about you. Every night I pray you are happy, and I go to sleep with fresh tears that make my pillow cold. When I’m in these woods I am haunted by your memory, but you can bet that I walk through them every damn day just to feel something. When I walk the halls of Vanderbilt, all I can think about is the way it felt to have you next to me. I read through our old texts, and I revisit the countless late nights we shared on the balcony of your house. I listen to music 24/7 so I’m not alone in my own head, because if I don’t, I can still hear your voice. I hear your voice in the songs I sing, the papers I write, and the dreams I have. Cairo, you were my new dream. You know me. You know how fucked up my life was before I met you, and why do you think I changed? Why do you think I stayed? Why do you think I never stopped thinking about you even when you spat in my face?!”

The girl who was as smart as a whip, as cunning as a fox, and as deep as the sea remained frozen in sudden awe that tainted her face with light frost. You knew this, and you wanted it. You wanted her to hurt. You wanted her to feel the amount of pain you had suffered every waking day since she disappeared from your life.

“Because I love you, Cairo Sweet. I love you more than I thought I ever would. And it fucking kills me to know I wasn’t enough to look back at… Never turned around… And I was still here… I’ve always been here…”

You were in tears by now. Your face was hot and your blood was boiling beneath your skin, coursing through your veins like young fire that was tempted to set the entire forest ablaze. You yelled, “So why are you here?!”

Was it the evergreen trees stretching nearly county-wide? The foggy, cigarette mornings, or the whiskey bent nights? Did her Yale-bound dreams turn into a dead-end street? Was it a midnight glass in the terrace light? Her name missing on Lovell Hill’s mail?

Was it something about a homebound love that her heart still needed?

Was she missing the tar pit of nowhere, Tennessee, or Y/n Y/ln?

“Well…?” You panted with hot streams staining your flustered cheeks. But little did you realize, she had tears of her own that made her mascara run.

Cairo walked up to you and pressed her lips onto yours, trapping the both of you into a love-filled, tear-stricken reunion. This was her regret. This was her truth. This was her apology.

And you could feel that.

When you parted, you stared into her beautiful doe eyes that gave way to a faint but longing smile.

“I just missed you, Y/n… I miss you so fucking much…”

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bridgetotheskyyy · 7 months

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Kitty Bell - Naoya

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, collaring, horrified abuse of bdsm (bc it's naoya lol), degradation, oral sex, cumshot, bratty elements, sexism (of course)

A/n: He's an ass but he's our ass.

Word count: 1.6k

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Arguments were not an unfamiliarity in the Zenin household.

But coming from Lord Naoya’s bedroom? That was unheard of.

Servants of the house did their best to ignore the hisses, the harsh clunk of furniture, and keep their attention on floors desperately in need of scrubbing ―

A giggle sounded behind the door ―

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH!”

CRASH.

One servant woman startled, flicked her gaze toward the sliding doors with a blanche.

No one said a thing, nor were there any other sounds from the bedroom thereafter.

The servants ensured the floors were spotless, lest they incur the wrath of their masters, and scurried away.

You stood stock-still. Naoya held your face in his hand, enraged eyes level with yours.

“Who gave you that mouth, hm?” he said, squeezing your cheeks in his grip. “Who taught you to talk back to me?”

You didn’t answer. The shadow of your punishment loomed, imminent. You shivered ― with anticipation more than fear. Your cunt throbbed.

Naoya studied you for a tense couple of seconds before releasing you.

“Go get your collar ― no!” Naoya barked as you dug for the wrong drawer. “The new one. We’re gonna settle this. Now.”

Naoya licked his lips, leaned back at the sight before him.

This was going to be fun.

“Like the new necklace I bought you, woman?”

The kitty bell on your collar tinked as you lowered your head.

Naoya admired your pathetic state. He had been too lenient with you lately. Women. You gave an inch and they only took a mile.

He smirked; you’d be getting more than an inch tonight.

“This is what you get for running your mouth,” Naoya said. At the foot of the bed, he put elbows to his knees and leered at you, one finger beckoning forward. You made to stand ―

“Are you kidding?” How stupid could you be? “Crawl.”

And he watched you do it, kitty bell dangling from your neck. Naoya followed it, itching to grip your collar himself, jerk you around with it. Naoya swallowed the excess saliva in his mouth and straightened to grip his throbbing cock.

“Come.”

He chuckled at the playful tint in your eye that told him you were enjoying yourself. Clearly, he had chosen the right bitch for him. So obedient ― except when you weren’t. When you tested him. Naoya’s cock twitched in his palm and he stroked to soothe it.

You sat before him, perfect legs tucked underneath perfect thighs, and waited for further instruction.

He hooked a finger over your collar and dragged you forward until his cockhead dangled over your plush lips. You opened your mouth ―

He yanked you forward again. Your face was inches from his, while his face remained without expression.

“I don’t want to see a drop after you’re done, understand?” His deadly whisper hit your face, but the only proof was the slight flutter of your pretty lashes.

You met his eye and did not waver. Brave little thing. He loved you ― in his own way.

Naoya licked the dry away your lips, smirked as you nodded. “Show me what that mouth was really meant for.”

He sat back as you sunk down. You palmed his cock and began your punishment ― what a punishment.

“You should count yourself lucky,” Naoya said. “It’s hardly a punishment to have a man’s cock in your mouth, least of all mine, now is it, kitten?”

You shook your head no ―

SLAP.

“Answer me.”

Your cheek blossomed pink. You popped his cock from your mouth to reply, “No, husband.”

Satisfied, Naoya closed his eyes and let you get to work on him.

He groaned, hand fisting the sheets; your tongue swept and swirled over the head of his cock before taking it in your mouth ― your warm, slippery mouth. Almost as good as your other holes. Naoya arched forward to see you bobbing your head, hollowing your cheeks out to properly suck him off.

“Ngh ― good, good, use those hands …”

At his word, you brought one hand to stroke what couldn’t fit in your mouth.

He cracked an eye open; now this is what he wanted to see. Why couldn’t it always be like this? Your mouth and cunt wet and perfect and perennially available to him, the way it was meant to be?

With each filthy bob of your head, your bell rang, your movements flashing the sharp black of your collar. Naoya had had his name engraved on it for good measure, lest you ever forget who you belonged to.

“Open your mouth,” Naoya ordered.

You obeyed, popping him from your mouth to show him your rosy pink tongue.

“Such a good girl tonight.” Naoya gripped his cock to spank it on your tongue before giving a quick slap over your flushed cheek. “Where was this behavior the other night, hm?”

He gripped the back of your head and angled you back on to him to allow you to continue your work.

“Why do you have to make everything so difficult? Harder.”

Naoya drew in a sharp breath at the extra suction you gave his cock at his command. His knuckles whitened, throttling the sheets, until realizing your head was available and began to thoroughly fuck your mouth. His cock twitched against your wily tongue when he heard you choke and struggle to take him.

“Fuck, fuuck!” He gritted his teeth as his cockhead tickled the back of your throat again and again

Your hands fell over his balls to grope and paw at them, your cheeks emancipated from the effort on his cock.

Naoya released in your mouth, long spurts of cum hitting the back of your throat as dragged you by your hair and kept you still on your knees.

“Remember what I said now, not a drop from that pretty little mouth ― aahh …!”

You took him all the way to the base, your nose brushing against his pubic hair. Your throat jumped with each thorough swallow.

“Yes, fuck …!” Naoya hissed. “Such a good little glory hole for me, uurgh …!”

You treated him to a few more bobs of your head before releasing him.

Naoya narrowed his eyes. “Show me.”

Again, you opened your mouth, revealing nothing but your pretty abused tongue.

He slapped the side of your cheek with a playful chuckle. “Good girl. Kneel.”

You steadied yourself on your hands and knees, providing somewhere for Naoya to place his feet. Your forehead kissed the floor as he fashioned you as a stool, ankles hitting the back of your neck.

“Next time, you’re not gonna talk back, right?”

“Yes.”

“You’re gonna offer that pretty cunt up and shut that mouth unless I’ve got my cock ready for it, correct?”

“Yes.”

Naoya grinned and removed his feet. He hooked a finger underneath your collar and dragged you atop him. He was already hardening again at the sight of your absolute submission to him.

He slapped his cock against your clit, smirking at the sight of your moist cunt. “Who does this belong to?”

“You, mmm …!”

“Who?”

“Naoya!” You were breathless already.

“Very good.”

He sat you on him, his cock nestled between your plush walls.

Naoya groaned out as you screamed. He chuckled as he settled you farther on his cock, refusing you a second to adjust to him. He felt nothing for you. This should be nothing for you; it must be much easier than the time he snuck into your dressing room and took you bone dry from behind, shouldn’t it?

Pathetic.

You gripped his shoulders as he fucked into you. His iron grip on your hips kept you exactly where he wanted.

“Nurgh!” Naoya slammed you on to his cock, his bruising pace sending him barreling into you. “And don’t think you’re just wearing that collar inside ― aahah ― you’re wearing it where everyone can see. You got that, bitch?”

“Yes, gods.” You buried your head in the crook of his shoulder as one of his hands gripped the fat of your ass. “Yes, yes, yes ―!”

You clenched pathetically around him, milking him desperately. Naoya kissed, licked, bit into the shell of your ear, savoring the supreme pleasure of your cunt.

An idea struck him amidst the haze. He smirked.

And secured hands around your hips to lift you off him.

You gasped from the sudden loss. “No!”

He shoved you to the floor. His cock dangled in your face once you looked up.

“You’re gonna watch me finish,” Naoya said, “and you’re gonna get nothing.”

Tears were in your eyes, your cheeks flushed red and lips just as pillowy as when you started. He hadn’t kissed you once, he realized as he palmed ferociously at your cock. Perfect.

Naoya stroked himself in front of you. His eyes fluttered closed as he imagined your cunt still squeezing so lovingly atop him, so loving, after everything ―

He roared as ropes of cum sprung from his cock and on to your face. You were silent as you took it, teary eyes closed as white got lost in your hair, splashed your perfect lips, your cheeks.

Your collar.

You look beautiful like this. Naoya studied your fucked out face, eyed the collar that bound you to him far better than any wedding ring.

“Go clean up,” he said once recovering, stuffing his cock back in his trousers.

He watched you stand and sulk toward the bathroom.

“Oh, and, honey?”

You turned around.

“Leave the collar dirty.” Naoya eyed it from where he was.

He chuckled as your flushed skin turned pinker. You nodded, continuing on your way.

Maybe he did like it when you misbehaved. Just a little.

#jjk smut #naoya smut #naoya x reader #naoya x you #naoya zenin x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n

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blueysobssesions · 10 months

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His last moments with you

Angst, Character death

Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar, Miguel O' Hara, Miles Morales, Peter B Parker, Gwen Stacy

Hobie Brown

His last moment with you, was him pulling you from the backstage, taking you to the stage while the band played their instruments. Kissing you right there, with his fans watching the two of you. You can hear the lousy screams from the crowd as he held you close, pulling away. "H-hobie..." "Shh, jus' look at me, luv" You locked eyes with Hobie, his forehead touching yours saying "I love ya'"Seems like most of the crowd heard what he said, they were screaming. You were flustered, wanting to go back to the backstage but, he placed a kiss on your cheek before letting you go.

The concert wasn't the same when Hobie took a break... over a month when the 'event' happened.

Pavitr Prabhakar

His last moments with you were after the graduation of the both of you, you two were excited at that moment. 3...2...1! the countdown finished, then everybody started to toss their caps in the air, celebrating the completion of the journey. As the caps fell back down, you locked eyes with Pavitr, leaning into a kiss. The world seemed to fade away in that moment, and all you could feel was the warmth of his lips against yours. Everyone looked at the both of you in awe, one of your bestfriend didn't hesitate to take a picture. "Everyone's looking at us" "Do you think that I care?" he said before pecking your lips.

It was a bittersweet goodbye, this would be the last time you would be together.

Miguel O' Hara

His last moment with you was, at the bedroom, cuddled up together. It was his first proper sleep. You watched as him peacefully drifted off, his breathing steady and his face relaxed. Your fingers slowly stroking his soft hair, while your other hand held his hand. You were happt to finally see him sleep properly, with how much he's focused and stressed... he couldn't sleep. As a wife of his, you need to take care of him and ensure he gets the rest he deserves.

But now, he's taking care of himself... the word 'sleep' now was nothing to him.

Miles Morales

His last moments with you was having a dinner with you and his parents. Rio already liked you when you started to teach Miles spanish, and you helping jeff solve some crimes here and there. Miles couldn't help but smile at this. Rio was the one who made you come over and have dinner, and of course you agreed. He couldn't help but be flustered when you talked about him to them. "He did great at spanish class" you smiled, before eating your food. "Oh, really? Well, that's indeed great! What did he get?" "I think miles should answer that" you giggled. They turned their head towards them, which miles flinched. "u-uh, yeah... I got an A plus" he said nervously. Rio gasped, impressed "Wow, really! That's great!" "Good job, miles" they said. "Well, Y/n helped me with it. You guys should thank Y/n too" Miles smiled at you, how can he be lucky? You smiled back and blushed a little bit.

And now here... Rio and Jeff comforting their son... holding his phone, the picture of the both of you showing in the screen.

Peter B. Parker

His last moments with you is the both of you danicing in the living room while music plays in the backround. You began to move to the beat, leading him in a slow dance. As the both of you moved together, you both found lost in the moment, forgetting the world outside your own four walls. It was just the two of you, surrounded by love and music. The song ended and you both stood still for a moment before breaking apart and looking at each other with a smile on your face. "I love you," he said as he pulled you into his arms. "I love you too," you replied as he kissed your forehead.

It was the first and last dance for him

Gwen Stacy

Her last moments with you is hanging out with the others for the first time. Going on a picnic with Hobie, Pavitr, You, Gwen, Miles, Peni and Peter with mayday. As the sun set on that memorable day, laughter filled the air as you all bonded. It was a beautiful moment for everyone, the two of you watching the sunset while the others chatter. Your head on her shoulder as you both shared a comfortable silence.

Knowing that it would be your last moments with all of them.

#blueyheartzposts #spiderverse #spiderverse angst #astv #astv angst #hobie brown x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #miguel o hara x reader #miles morales x reader #peter b parker x reader #gwen stacy x reader #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #miguel o hara #miles morales #peter b parker #gwen stacy #angst #character death

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baurbiediv · 1 year

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capsize

PAIRING ➔ jj maybank x pogue!reader

WARNINGS ➔ drowning/ near drowning experience, mention(s) of blood & death, swearing, jj telling reader he’s in love with her, pogues just being pogues

SYNOPSIS ➔ boat adventures with the friend group are never normal, but when an accident happens, all hell breaks loose and it sends the group into a frenzy.

A/N: i told you guys this would be my personality from now on & not proofread, because y’all know i can’t spell, this is a reoccurring issue

BASED OFF THE SONG capsize

being up at the chateau was an everyday thing. when you weren’t home, you’d be lying around the chateau.

there wasn’t anything wrong with your parents, you just preferred to be around your friends all the time. the five of you were inseparable and quite frankly, from the day they first met you, you considered them family.

boat days were always fun whether it would be an adventure or just an actual boat day.

you could never turn them down, you were already with the people you loved, so being out on the water drinking a couple beers and partying on ‘hms pogue’ was your guys thing and it was almost the only thing you guys did (besides coming to the near brink of death most of the time.)

you sat on the porch along with kie waiting for jj, pope, and john b to finish cleaning up the house after last nights fiasco.

“look pope, all i’m saying is that you should’ve just played beer pong with us, you might’ve liked it.” jj said as he walked out the door with pope, flipping his hat backwards with a shit eating grin on his face.

and you sure did love it.

“j, you were damn near butt naked dancing around the backyard with a duck floatie on your head, while threatening to rub your ass on john b.” you said as kie laughed right next to you.

“hey, y/n, loved the show so i don’t know why you’re complaining.” jj said before he tapped his finger on his tongue before putting it on the side of his ass and making a sizzle sound.

you laughed before playfully punching his arm.

you all trailed off the porch and all boarded hms pogue. “so pope, you gonna have fun today and live a little?” you said nudging his arm while wiggling your eyebrows.

pope whipped his head towards you, “y/n i always have fun so i don’t know what you’re talking about.” john b snorted and shook his head. “you haven’t done anything fun since your pants got hooked onto the railing, that was almost two weeks ago.”

you & jj both slapped your hands against your mouths before giggling like little kids. “what’s so funny?” pope questioned, this caused you two to pretend to wipe your mouths and clear your throats and sitting up properly.

“i’m sorry sir, i apologize for my immature reaction, it won’t happen again sir!” jj said as you both saluted him while laughing. this caused pope to roll his eyes and look away from you both.

kie took a seat next to pope as she sat back next to him, “here”, she said before handing him a beer. he smiled at her before accepting the beer and opening it.

meanwhile, you & jj had already beat him to it and were seeing who could shotgun faster than the other.

you had kie cheering you on while john b & pope cheered on jj. before the other three knew it, you slammed the small aluminum can on the bottom of the boat floor and threw up your arms in the air cheering. “take that jj!” you said while laughing.

for a moment jj swore he felt his heart beating a mile a minute, it was a little cliche of him to feel something like this during this moment.

he held his hands up and got on one knee, “i surrender, your highness!” he said laughing.

now you were the one who was feeling something in your heart, something like butterflies.

“get up you dork.” you said laughing.

john b had figured that this was the perfect time to lower the small anchor from the boat so you all could settle down and finally get the party started.

“hold on john b, i think there’s something in the water.” pope said before standing up and moving to the bow of the boat.

“very funny pope, john b just keep going.” kie said, there was a hint of worry in her voice, that went unnoticed by you, but you said nothing and decided to make nothing of it.

you stood at the back of the boat standing with your arms crossed along with jj sitting right next to you. everything was still for a moment.

but before you knew it you were sent flying backwards which caused you to fall and hit your head, in which the hit had enough force to ultimately send you flying off the boat.

everything was a mess, clothes, phones, & bags were all scattered on the boat. it took everyone a minute to recuperate and snap back into reality.

“everyone okay?” john b croaked as he held his shoulder. it didn’t take jj long to figure out that you were missing. “y/n. where’s y/n?!” he said frantically looking everywhere for you.

kie was nearly on the brink of tears before she spotted you. “jj she’s over there!” she said as she pointed to your limp body that was face down. jj wasted no time, jumping into the water and swimming over to you.

approaching you, he noticed a streak of blood, “no, no, no.” was all that he muttered to you before flipping you over on your back.

his mind was racing a mile a minute, seeing that you had a small gash in the side of your forehead. he quickly swam his way back to boat, “jj are you okay?” pope asked him frantically, “don’t worry about me! worry about y/n!” he said before john b and kie carefully pulled you back into the boat.

jj hopped back onto the boat before pope took control of the boat and turning it back around in hopes to find help quickly before making it close enough to the chateau in case things really took a turn for the worse.

he quickly made his way over to you and was panicking, to be honest he was losing his mind. he didn’t know how he could live in a world without you.

he wouldn’t admit it, but he was in love with you. he tried to make it so obvious, but you never caught onto the clues. almost everyday, he wished he could pull you to the side and tell you how badly he was in love in with you. he never knew what was holding him back.

“cmon y/n, don’t leave us now. not you.” he brought one of his hands to cup the side of your face and without thinking, he ran his thumb across your cheek.

he wasn’t gonna lose you not here and not now.

without thinking he leaned closer towards your face, hoping to hear that you were breathing. he sat back up and rolled you over onto your side.

kie was now in full on tears, she was watched her friend as the life was slipping away from her, pope had his palms resting on the top of his head, john b witnessing everything in disbelief. this wasn’t the way they wanted this day to go, not to witness their best friend dying.

before you knew it your eyes shot open and you were overwhelmed with the feeling of coughing up water. “there you go y/n. we’ve got you. i got you.” jj said as he held you closer to him.

your arms reluctantly wrapped around him as hot tears spilled from your eyes and down your cheeks. kie, john b, and pope all immediately came to over to you and jj and hugged the two of you.

you sat in the living room curled into jj’s side, your head resting on his shoulder. the sole thing comforting you now was the feeling of jj’s fingertips running up and down the sensitive skin of your arm. you stared into a empty space, not even beginning to find anything.

“i thought i lost you for good y/n.” jj quietly spoke up.

his words snapped you back into reality, and you looked at him. “i really did, i don’t know what i would’ve done with myself if i did lose you. you’re such an important girl that’s been part of my life. for a long time i’ve been falling in love with you y/n, i couldn’t bring myself to confess it then, but this was too much of a close call. i love you y/n.”

“i love you y/n.”

those were the only 4 words that somehow brought a ringing sensation to your ears. without thinking twice, you brought your hands up to his face and quickly pressed your lips against his. jj pulled you closer to him as if you’d slip out his grasp at any moment.

pope opened the door, he almost opened his mouth to say something but he caught a glimpse of you & jj. he smiled and silently cheered on jj for finally doing what he said he’d do one day.

pope quietly closed the door and went back to the porch with kie & john b.

you pulled away from the kiss and you looked him in his baby blue eyes. they were filled with so much love and hope.

“i love you too jj.”

he placed his lips on your forehead, you were his girl. he kept an oath to himself, he was always going to keep you save no matter the circumstances.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x pogue!reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank fic #jj maybank angst #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x y/n #obx ⋆｡ °✩

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xas24 · 7 months

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flowers for my lady ~ pedri

summary: as pedri is away for a while, y/n doesn’t expect to receive flowers ever so often.

it all started with their first date, where pedri had found out how much y/n loves flowers; any type of flower, whether it be big, small, pink, blue, anything she adores it. it was a part of nature and flowers had always brought her positivity and happiness - ever since she was young, her father used to buy her flowers everyday, when he’d come back from work.

when she told him that, pedri thought it was so sweet and adorable, and since then not a day went by where y/n wouldn’t receive a flower from him. they were always together most days so when she would greet him with a kiss to his lips, he would greet her with a flower held between his fingers.

and y/n was always such a blushing mess. she couldn’t hold back the shyness that seemed to overtake her emotions whenever her boyfriend would reveal another flower to her. pedri would sport that famous smile he always flashed around and y/n would melt right on the spot because how is he real, and so handsome, and so hers.

how is it that he cares so much about her that he carries on her fathers little tradition of bringing her flowers everyday? how does he remember to get one everyday? how does he just know what flowers she would be in the mood of receiving today?

these were all questions that ran around in her mind when this started to become a daily thing; about six months into their relationship.

“it’s because i love you.” he answered, with a sneaky smile on his lips, one evening while they were lounging around on the couch.

she huffed and dropped her head onto his shoulder, “pedriii, answer the question properly.” she whined.

“i am! what, i can’t bring my girlfriend flowers everyday just because i love her?”

“you can but- it’s just.. how do you remember to bring them every single day?”

his smile then turned into a grin and he leaned forward, planting a tender kiss to her forehead.

“it’s because i think about you every single day.”

and it just became their thing yet she wouldn’t have it any other way.

however, when pedri had to leave for a week with his football club, y/n was quite devastated that his little flower hobby would be put on hold. accepting her fate and after staring at the small bouquet of lilies he had given her just before he left a few hours ago, y/n went to bed with a loving smile on her face, thinking about him.

•••

it was a sunday. the one day where she could rest and sleep in and do whatever she wanted for the day with no excessive chores to rush to get done. the one thing she didn’t want was the doorbell ringing at eight in the morning, when she was just enjoying a quite nice dream about her boyfriend, who was currently miles away from her.

she didn’t get up on the first ring, still trying to grubbily rub the sleep out of her eyes. it rang a second and third time and she groaned out of annoyance before frustratingly padding her way to the front door.

she opened it and there was a woman with a bright smile on her face. god, it was too early for this she thought, whilst trying to tame her messy hair.

“hola!” the woman grinned.

“hola.” y/n gave her a tired, tight lipped smile before her eyes fell on the bouquet of roses she held in her hand. her brows furrowed and then she was being given the bouquet.

the woman didn’t say anything as y/n confusedly took it from her hands and then she was walking off. the girl stared at her figure retreating down the hallway, and when she turned the corner, y/n came back in and closed the door.

“weird.” she mumbled. her eyes fell onto the little card tag attached to the brown paper, a small white tag with a light pink heart on it. when she noticed the handwriting, she instantly knew. there was no denying it and her heart practically leaped out of its place.

flores para mi señora, it read in his familiar, scruffy handwriting. (flowers for my lady)

her lips pulled into a pout and her whole body buzzed with warmth. there was no way he actually did this, planned this just for her.

her fingers excitedly opened the card and her eyes took in every single curve and letter of his words.

did you think i would stop just because im miles away from you right now? i love you, mi amor. it’s been a day but i miss you so stop crying and text me right now.

she laughed to herself, of course he knew she would tear up at the sight of this. he could read her like the back of his hand, even when he wasn’t here.

she was blushing, crying, laughing whilst holding the little card close to her chest and staring down at the gorgeous red roses. he continues to amaze her every single day and her love for him just keeps on growing, she can’t handle it all anymore.

with a heavy heart, teary eyes and messy hair, y/n runs to her room to grab her phone and text her boyfriend. the bouquet of roses still in her hold, she already knew she’d be receiving a lot more over the next week and she couldn’t wait.

#barça #pedri #pedri gonzalez #pedri x reader #imagine #pedri imagine #pedri barça #pedri x y/n

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gay-dorito-dust · 11 months

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please can i request headcandons of the spiderverse people finding out their best friend reader is the protege of Miguel O’Hara

A/n: Miles’ head cannon is gonna be a bit angsty as it’ll probably take place during the events of the movie. So sorry if you wanted something fluffy.

Also I’m sorry for the severe lack of characters, I kinda ran out of ideas on how others would react. 🦦

Miles finding out that you, his best friend whom he probably said a-lot of embarrassing shit to out of the sheer comfortability level he had with you, were the protege of Miguel O’hara was definitely a wild ride.

Especially so considering all the shit he’s endured during his visitation of the Spider Society.

Naturally he’s going to feel hurt that you didn’t disclose this information to him because he thought you were genuinely good friends. But would be willing to hear you out on what you have to say because he genuinely wants to know why.

So when you tell him that the reason you were so quiet about being Miguel’s protege was the same reason why you didn’t disclose to Miguel that he was your best friend. You told Miles that your mentor would think you a vulnerability much like he did in regards of the relationship between Gwen and himself.

It’s not that you were ashamed of Miles, no, never. He’s your best friend and you loved him greatly and told him that pretty much every day whilst going out of your way to answer all his questions about the spider society when Gwen failed to do also, including stuff regarding his place in all of it.

Your friendship with Miles meant a lot more to you then being apart of some stupid society that was extremely selective on who they recruit.

But you understood and respected Miles’ need for space away from you to think on things before you then promptly left to head back to the spider society before Miguel grew suspicious of your whereabouts and who you were with.

Just give him some time. He’s been through enough and never got the chance to properly sit through his emotions.

Hobie would probably look you dead in the eye as he’s holding you by the shoulders and in all seriousness says, ‘blink twice if your being held hostage by that tyrannical dictator prick.’

Hobie would’ve notice the similarities in you and Miguel fight almost instantaneously since he’s a very observant dude and if he was anyone else, he would’ve just shrugged it off as you imitating Miguel for shits and giggles.

But Hobie would definitely have an inkling that something was going off between you and Miguel long before you told him about being his protege. He thanked fuck it wasn’t anything romantic in the slightest.

Though he would defiantly have a few questions on why it was that you’d let yourself be taken under his wing. Were you dismantling the system from the inside out but we’re playing the long game like he was? Or were you made into being his protege without having a say in anything?

If it was the first one then he’d clap you on the back with pride but if it was the second one then he’d more then happily suggest in teaching him a lesson in trying to take advantage of his mate.

But if it was neither option and that you just really wanted to learn from him and grow to become a better, stronger, faster Spider-Person then Hobie would back off. Hobie trusts you enough to make your own decisions and to take care of yourself.

But that don’t mean he ain’t in your corner when the time comes because he is and always will be looking out for you no matter what and he’ll gladly intervene when he thinks Miguel is being too hard on you, or he just straights up takes you back to his dimension when he thinks you need a break from it all and spend time with him and causing chaos together.

Gwen would’ve probably found out that you were Miguel’s protege when it seemed that whenever the big boss man had to go on a mission, he’d always have you pair up with him despite being quite capable at taking on anomalies on his own.

She’s observant in her own right but not to the same extent that Hobie is but that’s neither here nor there.

She thinks it’s pretty cool that her best friend was the protege of the big boss man himself, but knew that there was a lot of pressure and stress ridding on your shoulders when it comes go being the protege of man who created the Spider Society.

But I’d like to think that you’d both show off what Miguel/Jessica taught you to one another as you goof off in some other dimension together during a mission.

So now and then she makes sure that you’re okay after hard missions, whether they be solo or duo with your mentor, and making sure your eating, keeping yourself hydrated, but most importantly Gwen’s making sure you’re taking breaks in between tasks so you don’t become fatigued and burnt out later down the line.

Whilst originally thinking that you being Miguel’s protege was cool and all but she does worry about you, especially when he gets himself into a violent outburst and starts throwing shit with out rhyme or reason.

Gwen can’t help that she’s overprotective of you and wants to keep you safe even if your in a place that’s meant to be a safe space for all spider people. She’s already lost Peter and she wasn’t about to loose you too because your mentor didn’t think you were up to snuff. She didn’t want to be at the Spider Society if you weren’t and didn’t care if that made her more of a liability in her peer’s eyes.

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atc-tatiana · 11 months

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Break and Fangs

Miguel O’Hara is broken and tired of you. You caused him trouble, pain and suffering. And Miguel had enough of it.

TW: Non-touching(not sexual), bitting, Miguel just being toxic, talks about pray and predator. Hits of Miguel being obsessive.

———————————————————————Everyone stayed in silence no sound not even a fly. I stayed silent very silent and tucked away around the spider people. You didn’t mean to go this far, you didn’t mean to punch Miguel. I could feel the silence eating me up each second. Suddenly Miguel shouting scared everyone.” Why didn’t he just listen!?” I could feel my feet moving back, ready to run. Everyone fell into a silent as Gwen was arguing with Miguel. I could feel my heartbeat throbbing against my ears and fingertips. I kept my head turn on the side as if I was going to not be seen. Then when everyone thought it couldn’t get worse Miguel forced Gwen to go back home. The giant spider taking Gwen back home…Then there were more arguing.

But that all stop as I felt everyone looking at me. Then I heard it, Miguel calling my name.”(Name) come here.” It was more of a threat not an order. Everyone that was on my way step to the side. My worry eyes looked at Miguel who was glaring diggers at me. Miguel eyes looked red, his jaw tightened his brows in knot. Miguel looked about to kill me if I did something wrong. My legs hesitated to move, my whole body was shaking. In my mind was screaming at me to make a run for it. My breath was shaky, my hands tightly wrapped together. I could feel everyone eyes looked at me with empathy. It only made me feel worse than I already did. I stopped mid way in front of Miguel, and close to Jess. My head low I couldn’t face Miguel. But that didn’t stop Miguel from getting closer. My heartbeat pounded even harder.” Everyone out.” I felt shivers go down my spine as Miguel spoke. Everyone hurried to leave the room Jess tried to stay but Miguel glared at her. Jess let out a sigh before walking out the room. The metal door shutting close behind Jess. The room was empty now but just me and Miguel.

“Why did you do it?” Miguel asked his voice was raspy and gruff. Miguel voice still held a killer and aggressive tone. Miguel was like hiding the fact he is still feral; a predator. I didn’t say anything my mouth wasn’t operating properly. My head still low as I felt tears willing up. I was scared for my life. Miguel let out a heavy sigh before his hand lifted my head up. His fingers tips still had those claws out. My skin was caught against those claws. My eyes looked away from Miguel, like he was the plague. I felt his figure bent to my height, his nose touching mine. Miguel’s hands grip my sides of my face. Miguel fingers tip claws dangerously close to prices my skin.” Look at me (Name) and tell me why you betrayed me.”His voice was venom as he press hard against my nose. Hot tears were rolling down my cheek, I was scared.” (Name) I’m not going to ask you twice.”Miguel thrust my head against his.

I yelp as my shaky eyes were force to look at Miguel red eyes. I could feel a sharp pain from on my heart. My mouth open but a shaky gasp came out. My eyebrows curved in worried, my lips were quivering. Miguel’s eyes boar into my face. Miguel moved me back still keeping our position. My back hit the wall tightly.”Do you think just by helping Miles would get them to like you? (Name) you know that doesn’t help you. You ain’t popular or likable. Thats why you have me. Only me.”My eyes widen in complete fear. I didn’t hear that right!? Miguel didn’t say that! He didn’t! I closed my mouth tightly, my head moved slightly away from Miguel.

“Where are you going?”I looked up at Miguel. My hands were still free and I had the gizmo. I just have to go somewhere. Miguel eyes looked at me.”Layla turn off (Name) gizmo.”I froze as Layla appeared next to Miguel shoulder.” Oh wow! Miguel you can talk about it. Like an adult who is reasonably capable of making decisions.”Miguel eyes looked at Layla.”Turn it off.” Layla groan and went away.

Before I know it the gizmo turned off.” I will have to re code Layla to fit better standard.” Miguel whispers. Miguel claws pulled my mask, he kept his eyes on me.”You will not go unpunished by your ignorance.”Miguel turn my head to the side.”You will be kept safe and away from every corruption you will encounter.”Miguel head moved closer to my neck. I knew about his fangs and how much venom. A venom that will kill anyone just one bite. Miguel claws went away allowing him to dig his nails. I struggle to get away from Miguel. My eyes dotted over to Miguel four fangs. Those fangs were so close to my neck.”GET AWAY FROM ME!”I shouted so loudly my hands holding Miguel back. My body jolted up my eyes widen as I felt pain. Miguel had sinked his fangs so deep onto my neck. I felt weaker, my legs gave up on me. I felt like those prays that were eaten by those animals. How there skin ripped off of their neck, how they howled in pain.

I rested my body against the wall before I gave out.

#miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #Toxic Miguel O’Hara #yandere miguel o'hara

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bella-rose29 · 5 months

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Deck the Halls (and not your partner) - Part 1

Anthony Lockwood x fem!reader, enemies to lovers, fake dating, set at Christmas (because I'm feeling festive)

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: swearing, lockwood is an arse, so is the reader, it's enemies to lovers what were you expecting really, Norrie is alive for the plot, I am British so if you're confused about words then that's why, mentions of extended family members being meanies, I think that's it?

Tag list is at the bottom (it's getting too long to put up here now), and as always if you would like to be added to/removed from it, then ask here or send me a note! <3

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"Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!"

It was safe to say that Y/n L/n was not having a good morning.

George had been watching her over the top of his paper while she paced the living room on the phone, his eyebrows changing between furrowing and raising as he tried to figure out what was happening with only one half of the conversation.

"Are you... alright?" He wasn't the best at this sort of thing, but when it came to his friends he tried to put some sort of effort in to show that he cared about them. Y/n huffed, pinching the bridge of her nose and looking like she was about to break into tears. If that happened George would have to go and get Lucy, because he definitely had no idea how to deal with Y/n when she cried. Normally he went and made her tea and plated up some biscuits, and she always accepted with a grateful smile and a lot of sniffles and let him leave again when he stood awkwardly near her, shuffling his feet on the spot.

He got the feeling that wouldn't be happening now, and he'd be held hostage instead.

"It's my mum. You know I've got this family Christmas thing coming up, right?" She paused while George nodded, taking her hand away from her face to see his reaction, then continuing on as she gestured wildly. "She seems to think I have a boyfriend, which I absolutely do not-"

"What, really?" George exclaimed sarcastically, pressing his hands over his heart in mock surprise. Y/n glared at him, looking incredibly non-threatening in her very jolly Christmas jumper. He resisted the urge to snort, knowing full-well that his friend spent most of the time complaining whenever relationships were the topic of conversation, since she couldn't understand why she was still single.

"As I was saying," another glare was aimed his way, "Mum thinks I have a boyfriend, and my aunt overheard her on the phone just now talking about my non-existent boyfriend, and it was Aunt Linda-"

"The one who gossips to everybody?"

"Yes!" Y/n jabbed a finger in George's direction, expression wild and fierce. "The one who gossips to everybody! So by now I think my entire fucking extended family and every single family friend knows that I have a boyfriend, who does not exist, and thinks that he's coming to our family Christmas in the middle of fucking nowhere!"

"I thought it was your childhood town?"

"Which is in the middle of nowhere! Genuinely nothing but fields and forests and the general countryside for miles and miles. Oh, and to top that all off, my cousin will be there-"

"The bitchy one who makes you feel like shit who you also thought wasn't coming this year?"

"Yes. Her. And Linda is her mum so Steph'll definitely know." Y/n finished, throwing herself into the sofa with a groan, turning over slightly, and screaming into a pillow.

George was about to stand up and head to the kitchen to put the kettle on (Y/n normally screamed not long before crying full-out) when Lockwood poked his head through the door, frowning at the sight before him.

"Everything alright?"

"Y/n's having a crisis. Fancy a cuppa, Lockwood?" George properly got up now, glad that another member of the household was here to deal with the situation. Lockwood nodded, then frowned again when he realised that George was escaping and shutting the two of them in a room together. Lockwood absolutely could have left anytime he wanted, but it was likely that Y/n thought he'd volunteered for the role of caretaker and couldn't leave without looking like an arse, or starting yet another argument between the two of them.

George breathed a sigh of relief, then made for the kitchen. He'd need a cup of tea in a minute when Y/n realised who was there to comfort her.

~~~

"The fuck do you want, Lockwood?"

"I- uh... what's... what's the problem?" His voice sounded pained, like he really didn't want to be in the room, and Y/n rolled her eyes.

"If you don't care, then leave," she said, attempting to hide the wobble in her voice at the thought of having to find someone to drag to her family gathering for three days, where she would be interrogated and prodded and poked and watched every second of every minute of every day, and criticised for every tiny thing she did. She was dreading it, really, but at least the third day would just be her immediate family and her non-existent boyfriend. The first two days would be filled with inquisitive relations that hadn't seen her since last year, wondering about her job and why she hadn't pursued something more stable, or asking about her love life (that was completely uneventful) and why she wasn't thinking about settling down.

Lockwood's frustrated sigh brought her out of her thoughts, and she pulled her face out of the pillow enough to see him clenching his jaw as he studied the wall with a lot more interest than it deserved. "Fine. Vent if you need to. Can I help at all, or are you going to get on my nerves until you leave?"

"Do you always have to be such a dick, Lockwood? Or are you like that because you're compensating?"

"Fuck off."

"Lovely comeback," she snapped, turning to lie on her back, staring up at the ceiling instead of at her boss' face. If she looked at him any longer she might bore holes through his head with the intensity of her glare. Neither of them said anything for a minute, the only sounds the clock ticking away in the corner, counting down to her imminent doom, and George in the kitchen making tea. "My family thing, this weekend. Everyone thinks I'm bringing my boyfriend."

"You don't have a boyfriend though."

"I know that, Lockwood. But my family think that I do have one, and now I have less than forty-eight hours to find one." She heard him snort, and squeezed her eyes shut in the hopes that it would block out his next words.

"Good luck with that. Maybe Kipps'll volunteer? He needs the free food."

"Can't you have just the tiniest bit of sympathy for me?" She pushed up, moving to sit and direct her frustration at Lockwood. "I am in a near-impossible situation here and you're being insufferable right now!"

"Maybe you should take Lockwood," George said, and Y/n jumped at the sound of his voice in the living room.

"Where the fuck did you come from?" she asked, already eyeing up the plate of biscuits on the tea tray. "Wait," Y/n paused as she properly registered George's words. "Take him?" Lockwood looked just as horrified by the idea of it, shaking his head frantically.

"Yeah. Oh, here's your tea, Y/n/n."

"What about you, George?! Surely you could come along and help me out instead?!"

"I thought I told you already, I'm going to my own family's house for Christmas. Lucy's going to stay with Norrie, and Holly's spending the holidays with her girlfriend. Lockwood's alone, in this big old house, and you've got limited time and also limited options." Y/n was annoyed at how right George was, but she wasn't giving in so easily. Not when giving in meant spending three days with the one person she despised more than anything in the world.

"Fine, if you have no other options by the time you need to leave, I'll go with you. But I will not enjoy a second of it if I do," Lockwood finally ground out, and Y/n had to fight back a look of surprise at his words.

"You- what?"

"It saves being in this house alone over Christmas. I've done that one too many times now, and at least your family will be a distraction. And," he added, "a great way to see all your baby photos." His smile was wolfish, and Y/n wondered how anybody ever found it charming.

"Alright. But I'm finding someone else, so it looks like you'll have to miss out on this one I'm afraid." Her smile was simpering, sugar sweet and sickly with how faked it was.

George looked between the two of them, then sank back into his armchair with his tea. "That's that sorted then."

~~~

It was absolutely not sorted.

Y/n was panicking. A lot. Apparently nobody fancied spending Christmas with some random agent for three days in the literal middle of fucking nowhere with her entire extended family, which was incredibly inconvenient for Y/n.

She now was supposed to be leaving in roughly two hours, and was frantically shoving the last few things in her suitcase while phoning anybody that she could attempt to pass off as her fake boyfriend.

Anybody that meant she didn't have to take Lockwood.

Perhaps if he wasn't such an asshole all the time, she'd be less reluctant, but since the first day they'd met he'd been rude to her.

It had been after a job, three years ago back when she was a solo agent taking any work that meant she could keep a roof over her head and food in her belly. Her night had been long, making her tired and weary with how much her bones ached, and she was hardly looking where she was going when she turned the corner onto her street, making her bump into a tall figure. Her first thought when the two of them stumbled away from each other was how gorgeous this boy was, and her second was how utterly awful his personality was. She had apologised before she could see his face, already muttering excuses and explaining her lack of coordination, but within seconds he was opening his mouth and talking, telling her that she should have been more alert and "could she not stand on his shoes, they're new" and she'd taken a proper look at him and decided that yes, he was pretty, but he was also not particularly nice.

Then a few months later she'd seen an ad in the paper for a small agency that had needed a new agent, preferably with strong Touch, and had chosen to go along for an interview. What she hadn't expected was the boy from that night to be the one interviewing her, and evidently he was just as shocked to see her, his expression quickly settling into a frown.

"No thank you. We don't want careless agents like you, thank you very much." His words had stung more than she cared to admit, making the backs of her eyes prick and her throat close up with emotion. She'd almost turned tail and walked out the door (something she very rarely did), but a girl dressed mostly in blue and with an excited smile on her face came in to the room, asking if this was their new recruit. Apparently the boy couldn't say no to her, or the other girl that appeared a few moments later with her clothes all neat and ironed, or indeed the other boy with glasses and curly hair who had ketchup stains on his t-shirt. Within minutes of the three of them arriving in the room, Y/n had a job at the company as an agent with a strong sense of Touch, and was being given a biscuit and a cup of tea.

She had quickly learned that the first girl was Lucy, the second was Holly, and the curly-haired boy was George, and then Lockwood had introduced himself as the head of the company.

"Don't you have... supervisors?" she had asked, confused as to just how this company worked exactly.

"No." His smile had been tight, and he had left the room right after, pushing past his colleagues and heading up the stairs. Lucy had been quick to fill in the rest, explaining all the answers to every question that Y/n had, with Holly and George chipping in when she forgot something.

Lockwood had continued his behaviour from that day ever since, despite Y/n's best efforts to get him to like her, and eventually after a few months of attempted friendship offers, she gave up and leaned into the whole hating each other schtick that was apparently happening.

So no, she did not want to have to bring Lockwood to her family gathering for three days and pretend to love him. She didn't want to do that at all.

Unfortunately, it was starting to look as though she wouldn't have a choice.

~~~

"Well? Please? Come on, I never beg for anything from you."

"I know, and I'm actually rather enjoying it."

"Prick," Y/n muttered, frowning at Lockwood. "You said that you'd do it if you had to. Well, you have to. So pack your bags and let's go; the train's in an hour."

"Fine. But I am not happy about this." He made his way back inside his bedroom, leaving Y/n stood outside the door (she refused to cross the threshold of this one particular room).

"Oh, because I am personally so ecstatic about this situation!" Her voice was thick with sarcasm, and Lockwood paused in his packing to glare at her.

"It's not my fault you couldn't find somebody to pretend to date you for three days."

"No, but I'll blame you anyway."

"Charming."

"Hmm. Hurry up."

"We've got ages, stop fretting like a mother."

"The train leaves in an hour, and it takes ten minutes to get there. Then you have to factor in maybe five to ten minutes of traffic, and difficulties getting through the gates at the station which is what, another five minutes? And then if there are any problems with the actual trains then we want to be early just in case so that a plan can be made to get a different one, and also if there aren't any problems then we at least want to be there early so that we can get on first and get a table. So no, we haven't got ages, we've got minutes before we need to go. Hurry up."

Lockwood had been staring at her in disbelief while she talked, his jaw slack and his eyes wide, but when Y/n glared at him again he went back to packing. "You really think that much about travelling?"

"There is so much that can go wrong with trains, so yes."

"Fine," Lockwood huffed, coming out of his room to cross into the bathroom, grabbing his wash bag out of the cupboard and shoving a toothbrush and flannel in. "Where's the toothpaste?"

"I've got some, so we can share. Trust me, you don't want to share with George. He's like a dragon with the way he hoards his toothpaste."

Lockwood gave her a weird look as he zipped up the bag, heading back into his room to finish stuffing items into the large bag he was taking with him as luggage. Y/n was sure he'd repurposed a kit bag for this, but if it meant she wasn't having to explain to everyone why she had failed at bringing a boyfriend that didn't even exist then she supposed she could forget about where the kit was currently being stored.

"Ok, I think that's everything," he said, running a hand through his hair as he stood up, yanking the bag up and over his shoulder. He was still in a suit, which Y/n thought was ridiculous since they didn't even have any meetings today other than the one with her family, and when they made it to the bottom of the stairs he grabbed his jacket and signature long coat. Y/n was already in her own winter coat, thick scarf wrapped around her neck and gloves poking out her pocket, her boots echoing throughout the building. They were the only two left now, since the other three had already left for their own Christmas celebrations, so Lockwood had to spend an extra minute finding the keys to lock up, and then another minute trying to put them back in his pocket. In the end, Y/n was so frustrated with how long he was taking that she snatched the keys from his hand and shoved them in the chest pocket on the inside of his coat, turning and dragging her small suitcase behind her into the pre-booked taxi.

"Sorry, he takes a while to do things every now and then. He's immensely stupid," she said, smiling at the driver as the man put her suitcase in the boot of his taxi. He looked concerned, frowning up at Lockwood where he was coming down the stairs, then nodded slightly, his expression morphing into confusion.

The drive itself was fast, and there were no problems at the station, but Y/n still couldn't help but feel that something would go wrong on their journey to her parents' house.

"The only thing that's wrong-"

"Don't say that, you bastard!"

"-is me being here."

"Oh. Well, that's true."

"Why couldn't you have just gone on your own?"

"You'll see when you meet everyone. Are you... will you be alright? I mean, it's literally everybody still alive in my family along with all of our close friends, which is near on fifty people, all in my parents' house."

"What are you trying to say?" Lockwood's expression was stony, and a coldness had come into his eyes that Y/n had only ever seen back when she was trying to be his friend and asked about his family. She had since learned that they had died when he was young, and had steered well clear of the subject afterwards.

"I just... it's a lot for me, and I do this every year. I can't imagine how awful this'll be for someone who's..." she trailed off, trying to find the right words.

"Who's family is dead?" Lockwood asked, more forcefully than he needed to.

"No, I didn't mean-" Y/n said.

"Sure," he cut her off, tone sharp and as bitter as the wind that was whipping around them. She tried to speak again, but he scoffed and turned away before she could explain what she had really meant by her words. Lockwood didn't seem to be relenting anytime soon, instead choosing to stare out at the tracks with a clenched jaw. The conversation died, and they didn't say a word until the train pulled up to the platform and they were attempting to find a good seat.

When they were finally sat down, bags secure and able to relax a little, Y/n sighed softly at Lockwood's still tense figure. He wasn't looking at her, which she supposed was a good thing because generally when he looked at her he was coming up with something rude to say. But if they wanted this to work, they needed to be talking.

And apparently, Y/n had pissed off her fake boyfriend.

Ugh, she thought. This is going to be a fucking shitshow.

part 2

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rebouks · 6 months

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Brynn leapt up as she heard a set of keys jangling, relaxing as she realised it was just Ichiro heading out. She hadn’t expected to be quite so nervous, but the more time that passed, the jumpier she became. Brynn: Ohh, hi! Ichiro smiled brightly as he craned his neck over the fence; uttering a string of words that Brynn didn’t understand. She held up her hands apologetically. Brynn: Uhm… Ichiro: Kaito? Brynn nodded, pointing toward Wyatt’s house and offering a shrug; he wasn’t in.

Ichiro: Hm, erh-… Ichiro paused for a moment before swinging his arms back and forth whilst panting, almost as though he were jogging on the spot. Brynn: Ah, he is running? Ichiro: Again. Ichiro nodded excitedly, glad that she’d understood. His accent was thick, clumsy and full of warmth; he was so cute, Brynn wanted to give him a cuddle. Brynn: [laughs] Again?! Ichiro: Again!

Without much to say to one another, Brynn and Ichiro fell silent, both smiling awkwardly. He expressed his dislike of the chilly weather by rubbing his arms exaggeratedly and frowning, showing her how his plants were suffering with a shake of his head. Eventually, he lifted his sleeve and tapped his watch, bidding her an apologetic farewell; he clearly had somewhere to be.

Wyatt had slowed upon nearing home, squinting in the fading sunlight. Who was Ichiro wittering to now? It wasn’t until he got closer that he sped up again, realising that the woman was Brynn; and wanting her to himself for a while, he couldn’t help but smile as Ichiro retreated.

He’d decided a while ago that if Brynn ever returned, he wouldn’t hide or diminish how much he’d missed her-.. doing so in front of his neighbour’s grinning gaze was a step too far, however. Ichiro was well aware of Wyatt’s soft spot for her by now, but that was beside the point.

Wyatt nodded a quick greeting, running straight past Ichiro. Ichiro: You don’t usually run so fast. Wyatt: Ha-ha. Ichiro: Didn’t I tell you to be patient? Wyatt: Don’t you have somewhere to be? Ichiro: [snickers] She is very sweet-.. sprint!

Brynn’s stomach flipflopped as Wyatt approached, her greeting interrupted as he practically crashed into her. Wyatt: You came back. Brynn: I did! Wyatt: You look exhausted… Brynn: [laughs] I am! Wyatt: I missed you-.. so much. Brynn: I miss you too.

Wyatt felt odd being honest and sappy, but it was true. He hadn’t ever imagined missing someone quite so painfully, and part of him had begun to worry she wouldn’t come back at all-.. he was beyond glad that she had. Brynn: Ough-.. you are all sweaty! Wyatt: That’s never bothered you before. Brynn returned Wyatt’s smirk with a nervous giggle, thankful for an excuse to keep her distance and pull away. She wanted nothing more than to hold him close, sweaty or not, though she had something rather momentous to reveal first.

Wyatt: Your hands are freezing-.. come inside. Brynn: I not mind the cold! Wyatt: I know, but I’d rather not greet you properly out here. Brynn tittered, heart beating a hundred miles an hour as Wyatt took her hand and led her inside. What the hell was she going to say-.. what the hell would he say?

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dancingtotuyo · 10 months

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Build You the World

Joel Miller X Reader

Rating: PG-13 (Language)

Warnings: fluffiness, just fluff

Summary: Joel was stupid. Saying sorry the only way he knows how, Joel built you something.

Pre- Outbreak/ No outbreak because I want them to live a happy undisturbed life together.

Notes: We take a break from our regularly scheduled Narcos/Javier Peña content to give you this teeth rotting fluff piece about Joel Miller. Cross posted on AO3

Words: 1286

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Joel sucked in a breath. Supplies scattered on the floor around him. The industrial fan blew the hot Texas air into his hotter garage. Sarah rode her bike around the driveway, purple fairy wings strapped to her back. She chatted on and on, no doubt caught up in a make believe land. He needed to take the training wheels off her bike. Maybe tomorrow he would have time.

Joel’s gaze drifted back over the supplies he’d bought at the hardware store this morning. Sarah had asked what he was making as her little legs struggled to keep up with his long strides. She’d noticed the unusual components he gathered. These weren’t for a job or the back porch he’d been working on all summer.

“Secret project” he’d winked at her and thankfully, she’d accepted it.

He hadn’t been able to sleep last night. He’d handled the whole situation badly. It was 2 am before Joel gave up the tireless pursuit of sleep and drawn up the plans. He currently wondered if he’d bitten off more than he could chew. He was a contractor. He did big projects like framing houses and decks. His fine carpentry skills left a lot to be desired.

Joel pushed those thoughts from his head. He could do this. He wanted to do this.

One lunch break, two first aid breaks, (a splinter in his thumb and a skinned knee for Sarah) and a nap (Sarah’s) later, Joel had all the pieces shaped and sanded. He couldn’t help but admire his handy work. Sure it was a simple design and yeah, it wasn’t assembled yet, but he’d made this. He just prayed it all fit.

Sarah colored at his workbench. She’d woken up not long ago and was still quiet from her nap. “Daddy, what are you making?”

“Top secret, baby girl.” He winked at her, pulling the wood glue and clamps from the cabinet.

She sighed in exasperation turning back to her coloring book. Joel hummed along to the classic rock station. His tshirt clung to his body wet with sweat. At 5:30, the temperature was just beginning its slow descent. He started to assemble to the first side, praying he’d made all the slots the correct size. That had been the most tedious part, ensuring it would all lock together properly.

“Daddy, I’m hungry. Are we going to have dinner soon?”

“Soon, I want to get this first side put together first.”

Sarah sighed, her hair floating up and then falling back over her eyes. Joel chuckled, kissing her forehead. “Why don’t you go grab a cheese stick to tide you over?”

“Okay.” She slid off the stool, running inside.

It slid together with relative ease. Only a few profanities dropped from his mouth when he dropped something or spilled the glue everywhere.

He was jerryrigging the clamps when Sarah squealed, darting out of the garage. He glanced up, just able to make out the blue sedan that pulled in behind his pickup. Your blue sedan.

Nerves coursed through him. He reached for his beer. It was warm and flat now, barely touched. Sharp power tools and alcohol don’t mix well. He ignored the taste, taking another gulp. After last night, fear and shame filled him.

Sarah held your hand, talking a mile a minute as if you didn’t kiss her Goodnight last night. You laughed at something she said, but he heard the way it doesn’t quite reach. The first thing he noticed were the dark bags under your eyes and the red rings around them. Guilt flooded him. You need sleep more than ever right now. He felt the exhaustion radiating off of you.

You attempted to make yourself more presentable before gathering the courage to come over. The shower helped, your hair still damp and curling. The mascara kept running so you left it.

You round the corner with Sarah. Joel can hardly look at you. To be fair, you don’t really want to look at him either. You don’t want a repeat of last night but you can’t ignore the situation at hand either.

You finally call up the courage to look at him. You’d grown proud of yourself for learning the ins and outs of Joel Miller in the two years you’d known him. You could read him like the bedtime stories you read to Sarah, silly voices and all, but right now the pages of him blurred. Maybe that was just the tears you fought back.

“Sarah, do you want to grab your fairy wings to show-“

“Yes!” Sarah didn’t allow her father to finish. She was gone through the door in a flash of dark curls.

“She’s been excited to show you. Can’t believe she wasn’t wearin’ ‘em.” His Texas drawl popped out sending shivers down your spine. He forced a smile.

You wanted to return it, but other things pressed your mind. You weren’t good at diversion.

“Joel.” Your lip quivered and you hated yourself for it. You felt out of control right now.

He sighed. “Come here.” He cocked his head back stepping further into the garage.

The fan pushed air through your hair and skirt granting mellow relief to the heat.

“I’ve been working on this.” He swallowed presenting his scattered workspace. He read all nerves but there was the briefest sense of pride too.

Pieces of carefully shaped and sanded wood laid about in piles. You caught sight of what he’d put together. “Porch railing?”

You failed to see the connection. Not to mention it looked too tall and narrow to be for the back deck. And what was with the arch? Was he trying to build a trellis? He’d been talking about putting in some raised beds for you and Sarah.

Was this some kind of joke? An “I’m sorry?” It hardly accounted for one.

“No, it’s a-“ he sighed, running a hand through his curls. He needed a haircut. You had planned to take the clippers to it last night until things went awry.

He picked his notebook up off the work bench. The leather bound one you got him for Christmas. You were convinced he didn’t use it. It sat on his nightstand and you were sure if you’d picked it up, you would see a dust outline. He handed it to you.

You could tell he hadn’t used it much but that didn’t really matter. Your breath caught, all else forgotten the moment your eyes landed on the page. It was rough, dotted with measurements and notes, but it was clear as day all the same.

Tears built up for a whole new reason.

“I stayed up all night working through the design. It's nothing extravagant, but it’ll be sturdy… and safe.” He stuttered.

You traced the design with your finger. All the doubts from the past 24 hours, gone just like that. “You designed a crib?”

“It’s cherry wood. I know that’s your favorite.”

“You designed a crib for our baby?” You stepped into his bubble. You couldn’t believe it. Of everything you anticipated tonight, this was not on the list.

“Baby, I’m so sorry for last night. I was a jackass-“

“Joel Miller, Shut up! You’re building this?”

You looked at him like he hung the fucking galaxy, and his heart settled. He knew the two of you would be okay.

“Yes.”

You kissed him, arms thrown over his shoulders, tears streaming down your face as the nightmare turned into a dream.

You would hear his apology out in full later, lord knows you deserved it after last night, but right now, you just wanted to celebrate. Celebrate him, your love, and the little bundle of joy to join the three of you in 7 short months.

#joel miller #the last of us #fanfiction #Pedro Pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #fluff

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