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Simple Things [3] - Miguel O'hara x Male!Reader

# Mild NSFW, fluff, comfort, flirting, light angst, male!reader, dad!reader, spider!reader, implied depression, mentions of trauma, mentions of past relationships, mentions of manipulation, old men just doing their best, miguel is a sweetheart and a nerd, multi-part drabble collection

[ 1 ] Smoke Break | [ 2 ] We Change Like the Seasons | [ 3 ] Meet the Kids

Notes: Covid is still kicking my ass but I wanted to finish this part off so I can make the reader and Miguel fuck in the next part wahoo \o/

-- Meet The Kids --

A girl walked into the lab. Miguel thought maybe Gwen or another spider had come to ask something of him or to steal one of the cookies from his desk console (wouldn't be the first time), but the lazy scuff of shoes on polished floors sounded too clumsy to be one of his agents. She wasn't wearing a suit either, Miguel realized after sparing a glance over his shoulder; she did, however, sport a day pass on a small wrist.

"And you are?" Miguel asked before turning back to his screens. He wasn't really in the mood for conversation while he tracked the next anomaly, but he couldn't say he wanted some random kid to be touching his stuff in his lab.

"I dunno. Who're you?" Ugh.

The clattering of something hitting the floor made Miguel's eye twitch. He took a breath. "I'm the guy running the show here." He closed screens with gruesome scenes of destruction, hiding them from the prying eyes of the innocent in the room with him. "And I'm the one who's about to call your guardian."

She scoffed. "My guardian?"

"Whichever spider dragged you into HQ and let you off your leash with a day pass." Miguel spied her out of the corner of his eye, but didn't have the decency to face her. "Lyla. Scan her."

"You got it, buddy."

"Woah, wait–!" The girl gasped as a warm orange light washed over her, flickering across her entirety before vanishing. "Dude." Despite the attitude, her voice trembled faintly. Miguel almost felt bad. But she touched his stuff. Not his fault.

Lyla whistled and adjusted her sunnies as she leaned into a tiny screen of her own. "Oooh, you're gonna love this, Miguel–"

"Miguel?" The girl repeated. "Like…the guy Dad talks about?"

A clairvoyant feeling overwhelmed the spider, probably the same way spidey senses hit the normal spider-people around him. Somehow, he knew who she was, who her dad was before Lyla even said it.

"Yep, that's (Name)'s kiddo," Lyla chirped.

Miguel looked at the girl. He really looked at her this time, feeling some sort of stupid with how much she looked like you; her hair was fluffy and unkempt in the same shade yours was, the shape of her nose was like a smaller, cuter version of yours, too. Then there were her eyes. That same hazy hue of uncut gems, a colour of protective dullness that hid something brilliant and effervescent from the outside world.

"(Name)'s kid," Miguel repeated. Your name felt comfortable on his tongue these days. "Kid, I–what're you doing here? Where's your dad, huh?"

The girl, very clearly looking around the room to try and spot the elusive Lyla, shrugged. "I 'unno."

Colour Miguel unimpressed. "Oh, you don't know. Good. Great." He tutted before running a hand through his hair. "Lyla, call the kid's dad–"

"He's sleeping!" She blurted. "You can't just, like, wake him up; Dad never gets to sleep." Her arms crossed tightly over her chest as her cheeks puffed. "And my name's Isabella, y'know."

Miguel's dark brow raised in question. "Isabella." Said with a Latin accent. Interesting. Miguel's chest felt tighter. "If your dad's asleep then he probably left you with someone." He looked at her expectantly.

Isa shrugged again and scuffed her worn soles against the floor. "Mr.Parker didn't notice. He's watching Natalie and Nico and May 'n whatever. So. Yeah."

Mr.Parker? Oh. "Hm. He babysit you a lot?" God, Miguel should stop asking questions, but curiosity and that damn attention deficit had him by the throat. He turned around and folded his arms over one another, too, before leaning back against the stage console to speak with Isabella properly.

"Ugh, why are old people so–so freaking annoying? I'm not a baby, I don't need anyone to watch me." Ah. Of course.

"Oh, wow, ah-huh, yeah. Sure. I'm sure your dad agrees." Her amateur glare wrought a smirk out of him. Would he have argued with Gabi like this?

Miguel cleared his throat and turned back to the console, reaching for another cookie absent-mindedly. "Look, you can stay here until your father comes to get you, but you have to stop touching things. Got it?" But Isa only grumbled and scuffed her feet again. "Isabella."

"Uuugh. Fiiine." The girl plopped down into an old rolling chair. Miguel tried not to twitch. He would not snap at a child for breaking his chair, he would not do that. Absolutely not.

Not even one minute of silence passed before the kid rolled closer to the centre stage Miguel stood at. "Sooo you're, like, my dad's boss or something?"

"Guess that's the easiest way to put it." Miguel peered at the girl from the corner of his eye.

"Okay, but what's the hardest way to put it?" Isabella wiggled and sat backwards on the chair, hugging the backrest as she scooted around the lab. "Are yooou…friends?"

Miguel shrugged. "I'd say so."

"Hmmmm. Are you more than friends?"

His eye twitched again. "Do you interrogate every adult like this?"

Isabella huffed. "Uh, he made you cookies. It's sooo not weird to ask if you're, like, a thing."

"A thing."

"Like boyfriends–"

"Santa Muerte, I know what you mean, kid."

"Okay." Silence fell for all of ten seconds. "I'm just saying–"

Miguel groaned. "Can you stop talking for five minutes–"

"--you'd be waaay cooler to have for a step dad than all the people Dad's been dating."

"Yeah, well, I'm hard to beat." Oh, wow, did he just say that about himself? Christ. Miguel took a deep breath and tried to relax his shoulders with all his might. "That came out wrong. I–look, you need to just–he's dating?" Miguel cringed. It's not that he was interested in you like that, just…he was nosy, that's all. But he was incredibly aware of how that must have sounded to an equally nosy tween.

Isabella perked up. "Uh, yeah. But everyone he dates ends up being suuuper crazy and weird. Like, it's reaaally bad."

He shouldn't pry. He really shouldn't. "...Bad how?" Ay, Miguel.

"Like, they're always super clingy or don't like kids or something. And, like, Nico and Nat had moms who had dads who super hated dad, so they gave him money to make him go away." Isabella nodded matter of factly. "That's what Dad said. He's super sure he's cursed or something. Granny was a bruja y'know."

Miguel shouldn't be listening to this. He shouldn't be prying into your life through the conduit of a chatty kid. Asking you would be the better option, but this way was so much easier. It felt like he could finally get a grasp of what you'd been through, and maybe catch a glimpse of who you were behind the scenes.

"Then what about your mom?" Miguel asked, crossing his arms and flicking his gaze back to the monitors. "That didn't happen with her?"

An offended gasp burst from the young lady. "No! My mom was so not like that. She was Dad's girl!"

"No kidding." Miguel hummed. He wasn't about to ask what happened to her. Spiderman never had an easy romance, never had an easy life.

"Yeah! They fought in the war together, and her name's–"

"Isabella." Your voice cut through the air like winter rain. Miguel almost got chills, and Isa squeaked before hopping off her chair and scrambling on the stage to hide behind Miguel.

"Oh, look at that. Someone's in trouble," Miguel mumbled, mean smirk quirking the corner of his mouth.

Isa glared up at Miguel. "Jerk."

"Isabella, quit bothering the boss," You groaned tiredly. Miguel's ears perked as the coo of a little one fluttered through the air. He turned and found you holding the littlest baby in one arm, and a toddler in the other, both incredibly K.Oed.

"M'not bothering him!" She protested. "I'm just hanging out!"

"Cut the crap, you're probably complaining about school or about my love life or how I wouldn't get you a new phone or some shit." Miguel had to fight back a laugh. He'd never heard you so exasperated nor animated before. "And why the hell did you run off, huh? You had Pete freaking the fuck out."

"I got bored! I just wanted to go look around!" Isabella pleaded with a puppy-level whine.

"Isa, this place, it's–it's not meant for people without powers. You could get hurt, alright?" You adjusted your grip on the two little ones in your arms. "And the lab is a whole 'nother story, Christ–"

"It's fine, (Name)," Miguel cut in, turning to you. "She was fine."

But the worry lines creasing your forehead didn't smooth quite as much as he wanted. "'Ppreciate it, Boss. But, I…" you trailed off, sighing softly. "Yeah. Just. Thanks. I'll, ah, get her out of your hair. Bet you've got work to do."

Mija, let's go is what Miguel swore he heard come out of your mouth before Isa pouted and ran after you.

Mija. That word brought a world of hurt and comfort to his chest–the coincidence of Spanish on your tongue felt too…perfect, like you'd learned it just to shove it in his face. But Miguel knew better.

Isabella.

Mija.

Your girl, Isa's mother, must have taught you. He liked that, for some reason. The idea of learning something new for a partner. What would you teach him if you were–

Woah, woah, stop, Miguel. Stop. His ears turned hot. He worried at his bottom lip with fidgety hands before shaking his head free from such dangerous thoughts.

Focus, he chanted to himself, you've got work to do.

You decided you were sick that day. No, you weren’t really, but the headache chipping away at your skull suggested that, hey, maybe staying home for a day wouldn’t be a bad thing. You could use a break from dragging yourself around New York, searching for the next big scoop, the next tragedy to document and earn a living off of, too.

So, there you were, in bed, with the tv in the front room playing some sort of movie that you’d heard a thousand times but never learned the name of, while your littlest, newest addition to the family starfished in a laze, his tiny tummy pressed to your broad chest. Your fingers lazily rubbed circles against his little back as he snoozed and drooled on your shirt. Somehow, the giggling and chattering of his sisters didn’t wake him up. Maybe the drumming of your heart, or the safety of a warmth he hadn’t known until now, drowned all of it out.

He didn’t even stir when his sisters screeched.

You closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. God, please just let it be a spider, please just let it be a spider. You sat up, holding your baby to your chest as you plucked a gun from the side table. You carefully set Nico down into the warmth of where you were laying before stalking to the door and whipping it open, gun poised and ready for–oh. A big spider.

“What the fuck, Miguel,” you hissed, beyond exasperated as you lowered the gun. “Why the–what–I could’ve shot you.”

Miguel looked beyond bewildered, though some would say entirely bamboozled. He had his hands up like the police had them in his sights, his face was a combination of embarrassed, shocked and annoyed, and his claws had popped out in his flustered panic. His spiderman suit was still on, but he had that white hoodie thrown on top like it’d hide the fact he was spiderman. Hopefully it did.

“I–” Miguel started.

“Ah-ah.” You cut him off like a dog misbehaving. “Girls?” Their heads popped up from behind the couch and you sighed in relief. “It’s alright, he’s a friend. From work.”

One of your daughters gasped. “It’s the weirdo that’s suuuper into dad!” Isabella cried, jumping out from behind the couch and pointing an accusatory finger at a very unamused-looking Miguel.

“For the last time, I’m not–”

“You so are!”

“No, I’m not.”

“You are!”

“Yeah!” Natalie joined in, hopping up and down by her sister excitedly and pointing at the man they deemed guilty. “You are, you are!”

Miguel, probably halfway to an early grave, looked to you for help. But you flashed him a tight-lipped smile that said more than words could offer: perish.

You let the girls hound him while you turned on your heel, heading back into the bedroom to sooth your stirring little boy. The gun found itself back in the drawer, safety on, magazine removed, before you scooped the tiny being into your arms and smooshed up against your chest. Your son quieted and clung to you. You left a kiss on the top of his head to welcome him.

"So," you started as you came back to the scene of the crime, "the hell're you here for, Boss?" You asked, completely unfazed by how the girls had corralled him onto the couch and had his hands in their own, their curious fingers pushing on his tendons and making his claws pop in and out. Honestly, you were pretty tempted to do the same.

Miguel pursed his lips and ignored the gremlins on him as he looked at you again, something distant softening his features.

"I, uh. I heard you were sick," he confessed with a small shrug. "Just thought…y’know."

You hummed as you rubbed your son's back. "Huh. How'd you find that out?"

"Peter mentioned it."

"Pete doesn't know I'm sick."

"Must've been Jess, then."

"Jessie doesn't know either."

Miguel was caught. His ears grew red before his cheeks did, and you smirked. Cute. Way too cute.

"Lyla told me," Miguel grumbled, finally.

"Ah. There it is. Not so hard to tell the truth now is it, Miggs?" You said with a Cheshire smile and a wink. "Good to know you've got your confidant spying on me."

Miguel freed himself from the children and stood up quickly. "It's not--I'm not spying on you, I–you–" Miguel pursed his lips. "I don't need to explain myself."

That made you laugh. "Relax, tough guy. I don't mind ya swinging by. Or, hm, guess I don't mind ya portal-ing in." Miguel didn't seem to think you were that funny, but thankfully Nico, in his haze of dreams, giggled at the right moment. "Nicky thinks I'm funny. You should take notes."

It didn't take much convincing to get Miguel to stay for dinner. You made him take a shower, though, and leant him some clothes to lounge in while you cooked everything from scratch. From scratch. Miguel couldn't remember the last time he had a home cooked meal.

"Yeah? That's sad as shit," you remarked nonchalantly as you diced vegetables. "Tell ya what, you make it a habit of coming around, and I'll make sure I make extra for you, yeah? It's important to have that home cooked goodness for your soul 'n what not."

Miguel felt his chest fill with something fluffy and warm. "Good point." But it wasn't, really. "Guess I'll have to make it a habit." He leaned back against the counter as he watched you prep everything. "Wouldn't want you putting in all that extra effort for nothing."

You twitched a bit of a smile and nodded. "My thoughts exactly."

You spared a glance at Miguel. He looked calm, at ease, like the threat of the dimensions collapsing wasn't at the forefront of his mind for once. You thought, maybe, this might be the first time in a long time that he had his mind off work. Maybe he was doing that whole human thing and enjoying the present for a change. Jumping to conclusions wasn't really your style, though.

Crimson eyes flickered, then, gazing towards the crib settled in your bedroom. He must've heard your little man stir. He must've wanted to do something about it, if his sudden shiftiness told you anything.

"You mind checking on him?" You asked softly, knowing that, maybe, this was a big ask for a man who only had a phantom to tuck in at night. "He's fussy. Likes to be held."

"You're sure?" The other man asked, brows furrowed in concern.

"You kidding? If there's any guy I'd trust with my kid, it's you." You fiddled with the wrapper of the packaged chicken meat before ultimately stabbing it with a knife. "Go on. Before he starts crying."

And Miguel wandered off to the little one. His voice had that sound to it when he spotted him, that kind of gentleness a man unlocked when he felt what it meant to be a father, a protector of a smaller soul. You listened hard for Miguel's smile, and felt your heart throb when you heard, "Hey, mijo. ¿Estas bien?" leave his lips. Your little boy cooed, and Miguel made a noise that sounded so frightfully domestic and dad-like, you thought you might perish on the spot, or fall in love in a second.

Get it together, get it together. A deep breath steadied your blitzing nerves when Miguel came back to the kitchen, Nico in his arms, smooshed up against his chest. You stole a glance, smiling to yourself when you caught Miguel mooning over the lazy bundle of joy.

You worked fast, feeling a weird, undeniable desire to talk after you had your army of children fed and sent to bed. Miguel didn’t leave your side, nor did he deign to put Nico down, not through soup and sandwiches, not through 20 questions hosted by Isabella and Natalie, and not through the moments alone where you herded the young ladies off to wash up before getting them to bed for the night.

“Y’know, you’re gonna spoil that kid,” you said with a smile when you came back to find Miguel on the couch with your son. You sat down by him with a dad-like sigh and peered at the little one snoozing away. “He’s gonna demand you hold him every time you come around.”

Miguel huffed a laugh. “You make it sound like it’s a bad thing.”

“Hey, with arms ‘n pecs like that?” You pat one of Miguel’s impressive biceps to prove a point. “I get where he’s coming from. Lots of free real estate with good foundations.”

“Oh? You want me to hold you too?” Miguel offered, some sort of impish lilt lifting his voice as he looked over at you.

You fought back the urge to swallow. “Sure. If you’re offering.” But Miguel looked a little caught again, a little unsure of how much to tease and how hard to press, so you let him off the hook with a laugh.

“Man, you really remind me of her.” You rested your head against the couch, maybe a little bit on Miguel’s shoulder, as you watched your boy sleep. “Liliana,” you amended, “Isabella’s mom.”

Scarlet eyes flickered to you. Seems you caught his attention. “Liliana,” Miguel tested the name on his tongue slowly, thoughtfully. “Isabella’s mom.” And after another pause, he asked, “I guess she’s gone?”

“Gone. Yeah.” You blinked slowly, and let the words rotting in your lungs breach the surface: “I killed her.” Ah, maybe you said that with too much nonchalance, you worried, but Miguel’s low hum seemed to suggest otherwise.

It felt good. You couldn't stop yourself from talking. “It was an accident, I guess. She was a scientist. Geneticist, I think. Made me into, well, whatever I am now.�� You flexed your hand and looked it over, like the blueprints of your design were still hidden under tired skin. “‘Cause, y’know, I was a soldier, she said I was gonna be the next Captain America, but… that doesn’t matter. Anyway, side effects were bad, really bad. I freaked out, then--then, y'know.” You took a breath. “Killed my little girl’s mom.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek as you stared at nothing, sucked back into a daze and a trance you’d long forgotten about. But you remembered the blood, the screaming, the way you and those webs ignited and how the white lab coats all howled and screamed and popped. The scent of roasted flesh should have disgusted you, it should have knocked some sense into you and dragged you out of whatever episode you were having, but instead–

Your stomach growled, and you cleared your throat.

“Yeah. That was a bad day.”

“I get it,” Miguel said, and sounded like he meant it. “Guess something like that happened to me.”

You peered up at him, glimpsing his conflicted, troubled look.

“Yeah?” Thought Spiderman had a boring, normal story. Because, in totality, you were something more demented than just Spiderman, so your story was more fucked up than the rest. Maybe you were wrong.

“Yeah. I was–my research killed someone when I was trying to make them into, well, Spiderman.” Miguel sighed and shook his head, admonishing himself from the past. “I didn’t want to. I got pressured into it. Drugged when I wanted to quit. It was a mess.

“Tried to rewrite my DNA, and then a colleague shocked that up for me, and I ended up with the claws, the fangs, the–the everything. Slashed his throat by accident, got some other people killed when they tried to help me, killed some baddies when I didn’t mean to.”

Miguel’s gaze turned to you. “So don’t think you’re alone.”

“Huh,” you said astutely. “Guess you really meant it when you called us ‘miserable bastards.’”

“Takes one to know one, I guess.” Miguel’s shoulder shifted slightly, easing down so your head could rest more comfortably against him. Your chest swirled with errant embers, but you tried not to think too hard about it.

“You said I reminded you of her. Of Liliana?” Miguel asked, quiet and tentative.

You hummed. “Yeah. The good parts.” You smiled (when had that gotten so easy?) and reached over to brush some dark hair from Nico’s tiny forehead. “She was smokin’ hot.”

“...Huh.”

“Way too smart for her own good,” you continued. “It's always the smart ones that get me, y'know? Anyway, she was sly 'n funny in a mean way, but hey, I like that shit. Maybe I'm a masochist."

"So," Miguel started, shifting slightly to face you more, "let me get this straight. You think I'm 'smoking hot,' 'too smart for my own good,' and 'funny in a mean way'?" The grin on his face was too much for you to handle. Why did you feel so hot suddenly? Why was he so close suddenly?

"I think that sums it up."

"Huh. Anyone ever tell you you're an asshole?"

"Ouch. Okay, what if I throw in 'she was born to be a bangin' mom','' you offered, feeling a long-forgotten rush of excitement as you sat up and leaned in close, so close, your hand coming up to cup the side of his strong neck as you kept talking, "and that she made me feel somethin' for the first time in a long time?"

You could feel Miguel's breath hitch in his throat as he measured the gap between you two, his eyes flicking down to your lips and back to your eyes in debate. You wanted to close it. With every inch of your being you wanted to take the plunge and crash your lips against his.

But, with every fibre of your soul, you didn't want to fuck this up. You didn't have words for what this even was, but you cherished it. Sauntering down this line of friendship, of companionship, was better than taking the dive back into that world of icy yearning and wilting roses–this type of love, the platonic sort shared between brothers and men, was meaningful in and of itself. It was good enough.

Wasn't it?

You looked over his face, in disbelief with yourself. "Who am I kidding?" You whispered, letting your hand fall from his neck like a glacier shearing away from its home.

A small, tired laugh crawled from your chest, and you rubbed your face. "I, uh, think I oughta call it a night. I'm gonna–I gotta tuck Nicky into his crib." And carefully, gently, you scooped up your monkey and whispered quiet thanks into his hair–your little man was the perfect scapegoat.

What're you thinking? Careful hands pulled up the banana-patterned blanket over Nico's tiny form after you'd set him down in the cozy crib that he loathed so much. You thought it was nice and comfy. Hell, if you could fit, you'd probably snooze in there all day.

"Good work today, Nicky. I think you made the big guy relax a little, y'know?" Your son cooed sweetly in his sleep, and your spirit lifted just slightly. It almost gave you the strength to go face Miguel after coming onto him so hard.

Finding the last bit of courage yourself, you gave your boy one last kiss on the noggin and quietly snuck out, closing the door with utmost caution behind you, only to be pressed up against it a moment later, and smothered with a kiss.

A bolt of lightning kicked your pulse into triple time as you kissed Miguel back. His hands caught you by your hips, and your arms hooked around his shoulders and pulled him in closer. The simple thing was exhilarating. He was exhilarating. The embodiment of strength and resilience, of power and intelligence, was crushing you up against a door and taking the air from your lungs with such ease.

"Fuck," you gasped when you parted with a wet noise that sounded far too Hollywood. "You're not half bad."

"You've got a talent for ruining the mood." Miguel scoffed and tilted your chin up. His half-lidded eyes drank you in as soft breaths left his parted lips. You wanted nothing more than to be eaten whole by him (was that weird?).

"I got a few other talents, too," you purred, voice swirling with velvety dark chocolate. "But that might be too much for an old man like–"

Your squawked indignantly when he scooped you up and hoisted you over his shoulder like you were nothing but a petulant child. Your hands scrabbled against his back, and a shocked bout of laughter bubbled up from your core as he slapped you on the ass hard. Was this real? Were you seriously getting manhandled and spanked by Miguel O'hara?

Miguel almost threw you onto the couch, but you guessed the children snoozing in the next room over hampered that decision.

"If there's one thing I'm never too old for," Miguel murmured lightly, almost condescendingly as he set you down on the couch and got on top of you, "it's sex."

Your eager hands flitted across his taut muscles, too excited and undecided as to where to land first. "Thought you were too old to sleep around?"

"I don't sleep around," Miguel corrected, letting you fill in the blanks.

That helped you relax a little. "Yeah?"

He looked so conflicted, a little embarrassed, too. But that was becoming more and more common these days, thanks to you. "Yeah."

You nodded and reached a hand up to his cheek, and he leaned in graciously as a needy cat might. "Okay. Then I don't either."

Miguel hummed, and turned to mark your palm with a little kiss. "Alright."

"And maybe…we don't fuck tonight." His sleepy gaze found you again with one dark brow raised, surprised. "I'm, uh, I think I'm down pretty bad for you, Boss. I don't wanna fuck this up."

And, truth be told, you wanted to give him some respite. Maybe you wanted to give some to yourself, too; Liliana and Dahlia danced through your mind so much these days, no thanks to the burgeoning fondness growing for Miguel. He reminded you of both of them, of Winter and Summer, of snow and flowers. But it wasn't fair, not to you or him, to compare him to the epitome of cold and the apex of warmth. You needed time, too. Time to learn how to compare him to no one.

Miguel smiled, small and sincere. You admired the fine lines crinkling the corners of his eyes. He looked so handsome when he smiled. You wanted him to do it more. Were you enough to make him smile more?

"Yeah. I don't want you to shock this up either," he said, and your brows raised, incredulous.

"This is what I get for trying to be mature ‘n romantic, huh?” Your fingers drummed against the arms caging you in. You thought about chancing a finger-taser to his ribs, but with those damn claws of his, you were a little too worried about your couch cushions getting demolished.

His handsome smile turned into a punchable smirk. “What? I’m agreeing with you.”

“Ah-huh, ah-huh, that’s all, hey?” You leaned up and kissed Miguel again, slower and tamer this time, but still burning with want. Ugh. Why did you have to try to be all mature and romantic? “You’re just being a good boy?”

Miguel’s hips twitched at that, and it was your turn to smirk. Oh, how the tables turn.

“Lay down,” you ordered, sitting up to get out from under him. “Come on.”

“I–what?” He grumbled, looking a little befuddled and frustrated. Cute, cute cute. “Thought we agreed on–”

“Heavy petting’s not off the table, right?” You cut him off. Miguel perked a little bit at the suggestion and did as he was ordered, his hands finding your hips again as you took your turn straddling him. “Luckily for you, I’m an expert at the clothes-on experience.” You winked and Miguel sucked in a breath.

“Show me.” He ordered, voice deep and gravelly.

And you did.

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Two of a Kind || Dazai x Reader Part 7: Sanctuary

Story Summary: The search for your brother has led you into conflict between the Armed Detective Agency of Yokohama and the Guild. Fitzgerald keeps you involuntarily, that is until you finally find your chance of escape. Will you find strength within the ADA, or will you only become more astray? Word Count: 1.9k Characters Featured: Yosano Akiko, Dazai Osamu, small Ranpo mention Warnings: afab!reader, slowburn, plot heavy to build up romance, lmk if I happened to miss anything please! Tag List: @decaf-nosebleed @isa-ghost @xakumi @bunchofdoodlesinspace A/N: If you want to be added to the tag list, feel free to let me know!

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You were already awake when you heard the infirmary door open. The curtains pulled back to let in the sunlight. You didn’t know what time it was, but it was likely mid-morning with how the sky outside was already blue and sunny. Your head slowly turned to see who was with you.

Your gaze is met by a woman with magenta eyes, her dark hair cut into a bob that just reached to where her chin was. She certainly up-kept herself, her white button up tucked into her black skirt that flared out by her knees which were hidden by black tights. Her appearance would be plain if not for the rest of what she wore. Black gloves adorned her hands. On her feet were red heels, and your eyes traveled up to catch the butterfly pin that she had in her hair.

“Oh, good. You were already awake. I was afraid that I might have disturbed you,” her voice came out pleasantly. “I’m Yosano. I’m the Agency’s doctor.”

You sat up properly in the bed to greet her and gave her your name. Your voice was still laced with sleep despite being awake. “Thank you for treating me.”

Her face showed disappointment. “Oh, I didn’t get to treat you. A shame, really. I was looking forward to it.”

Your eyes narrowed at her, mostly out of confusion towards her response. “I’m sorry, you were looking forward to me being injured?”

“I apologize. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m glad you’re okay, for someone who fell out of the sky. I was expecting to piece you back together with my ability.”

You couldn’t tell if her smile unnerved you or not, but the conflict was quickly put off to the side. “Your ability?”

“Thou Shalt Not Die. Someone must be on the brink of death for me to heal them,” she answered. It certainly made you register why she was so eager to wish she had been able to heal you.

“Even for the smallest injuries?” you inquired.

“Don’t get any paper cuts in the office,” she replied with a wink.

You felt a shiver travel down your spine, and you grimaced when it was followed by your stomach growling. “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but you wouldn’t happen to have anything for breakfast, would you?”

“We have a café in the building that I’m sure would get you filled up, but I’m not taking you looking like that,” Yosano gestured to your appearance. Your hands felt around and noticed the way your hair was untidy from sleep, partnered with it being windblown while in the air yesterday. Your dress that you had worn was also in bad shape.

“I don’t have anything after leaving,” you sighed.

“Which is why I’m here to rescue you.” Yosano turned to grab the hairbrush, toothbrush, and a change of clothes that she had brought and offered them to you. “I’ll give you some privacy. Come find me in the office when you’re ready.”

You nodded and watched as she left before standing up, taking your time in stretching your arms and legs prior to trudging and locking the door. The last thing you wanted was an embarrassing moment with one of the Agency’s staff accidentally walking in, and you scoffed as you imagined Dazai making some flirty comment and slamming the door in his face.

You stepped out into the hall once you had your hair brushed, having left it loose and natural. The change of clothes Yosano had provided left you in a modest, white button down covered by a brown plaid waistcoat. It combined with a skirt that was pleated and reached right above your knees. You were thankful for the black Mary Jane heels that were formal but kept you comfortable on your feet. You felt like you fit in a lot more.

You were startled by the eyes that were on you when you turned into the office, now feeling a little self-conscious. It worsened when you recognized two faces from the fight that took place at the fountain between the Guild, the Port Mafia, and the ADA. The man with blonde hair that was tied back into a low ponytail adjusted his glasses and continued whatever he was staring at on his laptop screen. Whether he decided to ignore your presence or not, you couldn’t tell with how his brows were furrowed in concentration.

The other blonde that you recognized had a smile on his face, looking as sunny as his golden eyes. The cuffed blue overalls nearly reminded you of Steinbeck, but they seemed to fit him more as a farmer boy. His straw hat hung off his neck and rested behind his head.

“I thought that would look stunning on you! Ready?” Your attention was stolen by Yosano admiring you before you could try to take in the other staff members. Surprisingly, you didn’t see Dazai anywhere despite Atsushi offering a smile of greeting to catch your attention. It seemed everyone was here but him.

“Yes, thank you. My stomach is never going to shut up at this rate,” you groaned.

“Oh, are you going to Café Uzumaki?” a voice chimed in as Yosano started to lead you. Your head turned to watch the raven-haired boy quickly jump out of his office chair and stride toward you. “I’m joining!”

Yosano caught your expression and smiled. “Ranpo will be along for the sweets he can get his hands on. Is it okay if he comes with?”

“I don’t mind,” you said with a partnered nod. Ranpo was clearly in a joyous mood after the agreement and began to lead the way instead. On your way out the door was when you finally bumped into the one person you thought you wouldn’t see today.

“Oh, taking off so soon?” The teasing lilted voice made your eye twitch. You tilted your chin to face Dazai. The signature smile was on his face, but you got a hint of mischievousness underneath it.

Before you could think of a snarky remark, Yosano spoke up. “Oh, Kunikida! You’ll never guess who finally showed up.”

The look of betrayal on Dazai’s face was a sweet victory, and it took everything not to laugh. It was only seconds before the blonde with glasses, presumed Kunikida by you, started to yell about Dazai being late. A smile finally graced your lips as you sauntered past him. “Looks like someone will be unable to join us for breakfast. A shame, honestly.”

Yosano gave you a coy smile while Ranpo seemed to ignore everything all together. Despite holding yourself up high like Margaret would have praised you on, you couldn’t help but feel the eyes that stared at the back of your head while you were ushered away.

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After your stomach was full and you got to socialize with Ranpo and Yosano, the three of you returned upstairs to where the ADA was located. You found yourself at an awkward pass. You certainly didn’t want to overstay your welcome, but you remembered last night when Dazai said he would discuss everything with you.

“I should find Dazai,” you grumbled to Yosano. You tried to ignore the way she smiled before separating from her and starting your search for the lanky bandaged Casanova. It didn’t take long before you found him on one of the couches, his eyes focused on the window.

“Did you have fun with Yosano and Ranpo?” Dazai didn’t turn his head as he spoke.

“Ranpo told me how much of a genius detective he is. I was shocked to also find out that the sweet waitress that works there wanted me to remind you of your outstanding tab,” you retorted sweetly as you sat on the couch opposite. You managed to hide your grin at the nervous little sound Dazai made before his brown eyes finally met you.

“Couldn’t get enough of me that you had to seek me out?” he teased, making you roll your eyes.

“More along the lines of asking what the decision of harboring a former Guild member has come to,” you brushed off his comment gracefully. You watched him shift his body to sit properly, being careful with the arm that was still in a sling.

“Ah, I did discuss you with the President when he saw me about today’s meeting plans,” Dazai said. His head leaned back so his gaze was focused on the ceiling. “Normally, we wouldn’t let someone stay without joining the Agency. Your case is special, though. You’re not from here. You have no home to speak of while you continue your search for your brother, you also have no connections to anyone that could help you in your time of need, and your powerful ability that is useful to those with ill intention.”

You felt so small while he listed your situation. Everything was true, and you were certainly at a loss about what your next step was. “That doesn’t tell me if I’m staying or leaving.”

“It doesn’t?” His lips turned up into a smirk at your confused reaction. “I said we wouldn’t normally let someone stay without joining, but you have no one and an ability that could be weaponized. For the time being, we have granted you protection through the Agency. We’re also hoping you’re able to provide us with information we don’t know.”

You let out the breath you had been holding, allowing Dazai to see just how much of a relief his words were. “I’ll take all I can get. Surely, I won’t be staying here, will I? I wouldn’t want to force someone to watch over me in shifts, and I don’t have money to stay anywhere.”

“That’s why we’ve decided that you’ll be staying with me.”

Nothing could prepare you for hearing that, and it was evident with how your face quickly turned pink. “The streets sound like a good option. Yes, I think I’ll be fine there.”

Your words made Dazai giggle and shake his head. “It’s the safest temporary option in case the Guild tries to capture you again.”

“I can’t room with Atsushi?”

“He already has a roommate, sorry.” His voice was laced with his amusement.

“Yosano?”

“She won’t be able to watch you as closely if one of us is injured. The Guild could swoop in when you’re vulnerable.”

You hid your face in your hands as your head leaned back, slowly letting a groan escape at the realization of your predicament. “There’s no other option, is there?”

“No. You’re stuck with the lovely option of me.”

You peeked through your fingers when you heard Dazai stand, narrowing your eyes at his offered hand. “What?”

“Well, I must show you where you’ll be staying. We’ll need to have our belladonna settled before I leave for a mission,” he said.

“A mission?” You grumbled at the name as you took his hand and stood up.

“It won’t be too long, and it’ll be during the late-night hours. As far as we know, the Guild doesn’t know that we have you. You’ll be safe if you follow my every instruction.”

For once you had no sassy remark. His words didn’t feel as teasing as they were once before, and even his eyes conveyed that he was being more serious. “Right. Are we leaving now?”

Dazai offered his arm for you to take, the playfulness returning quickly. Your eyes studied him again before you shoved him, just enough that he was forced to take a singular step back. Once you were met with his snickering, you both made your way out of the Agency.

#dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader #bsd x reader #bsd x female reader #dazai imagines #dazai x y/n

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between the lines | chapter 02

rúben dias x original female character [+18]

synopsis: isabella is a sports journalist covering the premier league. she has sworn to never get involved with a football player. that is, until she meets a handsome portuguese defender. warnings: incorrect journalism references; timeline of events are not faithful to real life; i have never been to england; mutual pining; romantic comedy; minors dni.

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Chapter 02 — There’s only one F in Fulham

The very first Premier League game that I’ve covered was at Craven Cottage; it was a sunny day on the riverside and the home team tied with Liverpool, 2-2, on the first matchday of the season. Ever since then I’ve held an over sentimental feeling for the Fulham stadium and the press boxes where you can’t really see the field thanks to the structure poles. On colder days, the Cottage is not as charming and I’m reminded that I actually chose to work in England so I just have to deal with it.

Regardless of the weather, it was always nice to watch City play on a Sunday. Makes the rest of the week feel normal. Melissa, who accompanied me on the way in and on the way out, was having a great day planning what I should wear and what kind of makeup I should put on for my date the next day.

“You have to shave. Full brazilian!" She said, way too loudly, as we were leaving the stadium.

“It’s a first date with a stranger.” I emphasize.

“You never know, honey, better to be prepared.”

She lent me a red dress and a pair of black Louboutins, and it took hours for me to convince myself to wear them. I do look hot, the type of ‘hot’ I'm constantly trying to avoid looking given the circumstances of my job. The dress is tight on the top, with thin straps and it flows to right above my knees.

“Oh my god, I feel like I’ve been standing here for three years.” I speak to myself in the mirror. It was almost time to leave and I didn’t have a second outfit option. Alright, what did Mel say? I’m interesting? I can fix Chelsea? Yes, I can wear a red dress and go on a date. Okay. I call an Uber. It was a penthouse restaurant, and we were supposed to meet at the table. To my surprise, when I reached the elevator, the last person on earth I wanted to see at that moment, was right by my side.

“Oh. Hi.”

“Hi, Isa!”

We both look at the elevator and then back at each other, as if we were waiting for the other to make a move. Neither of us do. Instead, Rúben says:

“I didn’t see you yesterday.”

“Oh, yeah, I was interviewing the Fulham players.”

“You should be interviewing the winners.” He smirks and I smile at him. He looks at me from head to toe and I glance back to the elevator, embarrassed.

We both decide, at the same time, to press the button. Our hands touch. Barely, but they do. I pull my hand away from him immediately, on instinct, and I hear myself gasping. My face is bright red and the situation becomes even more awkward because I realize he had the exact same reaction as I had. So I stare at him, partially waiting for him to smile again and tell me another joke, partially waiting for him to mock me and reject me. But he just stares right back. The interaction lasted for less than a minute, maybe less than a second, maybe for just a moment. The elevator door opens up and I’m just standing there wondering who the hell pressed the button.

“I think we’re supposed to go in.” Rúben says holding the door open.

We walk in together and I know for a fact that my face matches the color of my dress. I try to avoid looking at him or thinking about how hot he looks. Is he here for a date also? Well, fuck me. At least it is a pretty big space, there’s no way we’re seating close to each other. Right? We don’t say another word to each other until the door opens again, finally at the restaurant entrance hall.

“I hope you have fun on your date.” Rúben is not really looking at me when he says that.

“You too.” I reply and we finally make eye contact again. He shakes his head.

“Oh, no. I’m not on a date. It’s a business lunch.”

“Okay, have fun on your business then.” I wink at him and he smiles, agreeing.

We go search for our tables and of course, of course, we are sitting close to each other. In the horrible angle where I could, if I wanted, to spend the entire lunch just looking at him. I won’t do it, of course, but it pisses me off that I could. Sexy doctor is very sexy in real life so my anger lessens for a second.

“Hi.”

“Hi, you must be Isabella!”

He has a beautiful voice. We shake hands and start to make small talk. About my sister-in-law and my little niece, about the weather and what it's like to live in Manchester. I have to hold back and not just straight up point at the table at the back to our left and say: ‘Hey, Rúben Dias is sitting right there. And yes, I have a crush on him. So this date is going great.’ Instead I just nod and listen to him talk about his work. Are business lunches supposed to last longer than a date lunch? Who knows, but my brain just turned that into a competition. I’m not leaving this table until he leaves. I’ll show him, for some reason, that I’m having more fun than he is. Fuck, what’s the name of sexy doctor?

“Turns out it was a racoon the whole time!” He laughs and I accompany him, even though I completely lost the start of the story. “Can you believe it?”

"Unbelievable!" I’m still laughing with him. “A racoon!”

Our order arrives and thank God for inventing the culinary arts. The food is delicious and, at least while I’m eating, everything else seems unimportant. I decided to try once again. He seems like a nice guy and he could be funny if I paid attention to what he was saying. So I excuse myself to the bathroom and text Sienna.

Isabella: girl whats sexy doctor called?? help

Sienna: oh my god his name is peter warren lol

As I walk back to the table I make the mistake of making eye contact with Rúben. He smiles at me, that handsome jerk, and I smile back, instinctively. When I sit down, I’m blushing again. Peter Warren, huh?

“Sienna told me it was your favorite restaurant.” Peter says.

“Yes, it is!”

“I’m loving it, honestly, the food is heavenly. How did you find out about it?”

He asks and I have to physically hold myself back from facepalming. “Oh. It was through work. I come here a lot with my colleagues.” I answer. Yes, me, my colleagues and literally everyone in Manchester that works with football comes to this restaurant. What an idiot, why did I agree to come here on a date? You know what, at least, is Rúben. It could have been my boss seeing me in this dress. I relax with the realization.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, Peter!” I speak, casually making him aware that I know his name.

“We could go to my favorite restaurant next? I mean, as far as blind dating goes, I feel like this is worth a second date?”

“The racoon story definitely earned you a second date.”

Peter laughs loudly when I say that. I really wish I understood the context, though. We’re having dessert and as I look over, Rúben is still talking with God knows who, his agent, maybe? They don’t seem like the’yre leaving the table anytime soon. So I convince Peter that I always order a second dessert, that is a tradition. That buys me more time. Rúben gets up to leave when I’m in the middle of my second tiramisu slice.

As he leaves, I look at him again. Just to make sure, I guess. But he notices, and waves goodbye. Handsome and polite jerk. I can’t help waving back at him, and of course Peter notices.

“You know him?” He asks.

“Just a football player.”

I take another bite.

Mel: so how was the date?

Isabella: terrible but we already agreed on the second one

Mel: did you kiss :(

Isabella: no but he shook my hand? is that something?

Mel: :(

#between the lines #rúben dias #ruben dias #ruben dias fic #ruben dias fanfic #football fic #football fanfic

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The Power of Love Part Three

Pairing: Hardcase x Reader (She/They) AU: Right to Love Clone Matchmaking AU Rating: SFW Summary: Hardcase is tormented by his brothers, who love him dearly. Reader is harassed by Isa, who loves them dearly. Beginning fluff of "second date" Content Warning: None that I can think of. Word Count: 2375

Link to Playlist I use for this AU

Part 1/Part 2/Part3

Note: I broke down and made the decision to cut this before we get to the spice. So have some pre-spice fluff to hold you over until the spice in the next part.

-Credit for dividers goes to @freesia-writes and the clone trooper helmets @lornaka -End graphic credit to @tcwmatchmakingau for the reward for completing a request. -Title image by me

“I want EVERY DETAIL!” Isa insists the second you enter the sunny lobby, where she was waiting for you.

“I don’t, just my pastry, please” Greatheart says, joining you.

“And your caf?” As You hold up the cup.

“Yes, thank you,” he says, taking the cup so you can fish his treat out of the bag you carried.

“Heart, aren’t you curious?” Isa asks.

Greatheart hums as he looks in the bag you had handed him,“You happy, vod’ika?”

“Very,” you answer, honestly.

He nods, kisses your cheek, and heads back to his desk, “tell him if he hurts you I know where he sleeps,”

“Now can we go to my office so I can make you spill?” Isa asks, dragging you back to her office.

As soon as the door closes behind her she starts, “what happened last night, what did he say, what did you say, oh! Why did he com this morning?”

“Can I at least sit down first?” You complain. “I’ve been working all day,”

“Fine, sit!” Isa motions to the chairs by the window and takes her cup of tea from the carrier in your hand.

You collapse onto one of the chairs, her own fault if it needs cleaning after you sit on it on your work coveralls were covered in warehouse dust.

“So?” She asks, sitting in the other chair and all but bouncing.

“I don’t know, where do you want me to start?” You ask.

“This morning, no, last night” she says,”no, this morning. For sure”

You take a deep breath and start in, knowing Isa was going to actually scream with joy. She should have been a romance writer.

Hardcase flipped his com messages up on his HUD, grateful to whatever slicer Rex had working for him. He had sent you messages throughout the day, asking about your day and little things about his. Jokes and ideas of “adventures” to go on. He grinned everytime his com pinged, knowing it was you.

‘Rex just showed up, half of the guys almost had anxiety attacks.’

‘Yeah, that happens before people know him.’

‘Out of curiosity has anyone actually asked him to autograph their helmet?’

‘Wow, I don’t think so. Rex would melt through the floor on the spot. If Fives or Cody finds out he is never going to hear the end of it.’

‘I didn’t tell him about the weird requisitions…yet’

‘Or the explosives?’

‘I don’t know what you are talking about.’

It worked until he was off patrol and couldn’t get away with wearing his helmet. There was no way to disguise messaging without it. Realistically he could only head to the ‘fresher so many times before Kix became concerned. So Hardcase began messaging with Thrill, a corrie friend, along with drawing to cover the messages for a bit with the plan of messaging Wrecker next.

If his brothers thought he was getting messages and they couldn’t see them, they would try to figure out why.

Unfortunately they were all “on call” tonight. He was stuck in the barracks with his brothers, who also were stuck there. And bored.

“Case, haven’t they called you yet?” Fives asked, hanging upside down on his bunk.

“Nope” he answered, then sent a message to you.

Fives is asking if I got a call yet.

Do you need one? I can call Isa 😉

“Don’t worry, sometimes it takes a while,” Fives said, trying to be encouraging.

“Hmm,” Hardcase hummed, his attention already split between deciding what he could draw and answering you.

“Let’s go to the training room!” Jesse said.

“You always want to go to the training room,” Tup complained.

“‘Case has been in some kind of funk since the incident and I’m trying to get him out of it,” Jesse explained.

“No, you just want an excuse to try to beat someone at sparring,” Dogma interjected, “why don’t you go get Rex so he can put you in your place again?”

Hardcase wrinkled his nose, “incident?” He asked.

“Yeah with, you know, Kia,” Jesse said.

“Honestly, I hadn't even thought about her,” he answered, truthfully.

“Then what’s up with you?” Jesse asked.

“What I told you guys after,” Hardcase shrugged, drawing the first lines of a new design. Sunbursts and swirling lines.

“Yeah, but you’ve been even more weird today,” Fives pointed out.

“He didn’t take his bucket off all day,” Dogma added. “Also, less pacing,”

Hardcase frowned, having been paired with Dogma today had been not his ideal partner. Even if he did love his brother very much, their “defects” didn’t mix well all the time. Also, he was the most likely to notice a difference in his behavior. “The guard keeps theirs on all the time, and my pacing annoys you so I try to keep it at a minimum around you. Next time I’ll just do it anyways,”

“Maybe he’s just anxious to get his call,” Echo pointed out.

“Na, he won’t make it. He’s totally going to pick up a battalion bunny when we go to 79’s” Jesse said.

“Wow, little faith in our vod!” Tup said.

“Twenty credits says he won’t make it until he gets a match,” Fives said.

“I’m in,” Tup said.

“You’re betting on this?” Hardcase said in disbelief.

“We doing a pool?” Jesse asked, ignoring Hardcase.

“Yes, twenty says he won’t,” Echo said.

“I’m in,” Dogma said, quietly. “He’ll wait. You underestimate how stubborn he is”

“Another twenty he won’t”Kix said.

“I love how you guys are talking about me like I’m not here!” Hardcase yelled.

“What is going on?” Rex asked, entering the room. His eyes went immediately to Hardcase.

“We are taking bets if Hardcase will be able to make it through a night at 79’s without picking up a battalion bunny,”Fives said.

Rex was watching Hardcase, “Premature isn’t it? We have three more days and he could still be matched before then and off on a date, not even at 79’s”

“Still on, what’s the chances he’ll get a call in the next three days?” Fives shrugged.

“Pretty good, I would say,” Rex said. “I’m in.”

“Wait you are betting that he won’t go home with someone he picks up at 79’s?”Jesse asked.

“No, I’m betting he will be matched before we go,” Rex said.

“Yeah, no way he gets matched faster than me!”, Fives said. “Standard week, atleast,”

“New bet,”Jesse said, “how long will it take him to be matched!”

Hardcase thought about that for a minute. Rex and he had inside knowledge that the others didn’t have.

“I’m in,” he said, in the midst of the chatter. Rex grinned.

Rex thankfully paired him with Tup the next day and had already clued Tup in. Good thing too, because he was nearly ready to actually bounce off the walls. He had info dumped everything he knew about you and the entirety of your date to Tup.

“You okay?” Tup asked. “Didn’t you go for your run this morning? Forgot your meds? I still have the extra that Kix asked me to carry for you.”

“Yes and no, didn’t forget this time. Have my backups with me too. Just,” Hardcase made a general motion. “Impatient,”

‘Just got to work’

Hardcase switched his internal coms over so he could answer voice to text without Tup overhearing.

“And I lost him again,”Tup said as Hardcase sent the message.

‘Patrol, annoying Tup. That’s an accomplishment.’

Then he switched back over, “didn’t lose me, Tup,”

“You sure Dogma didn’t catch on yesterday?”Tup asked.

“Yeah, he just thought I was spacing out,”Hardcase answered. “I’m good at the multitasking, vod,”

“I know, I know,”Tup answered. “Just, you need to calm down, you are practically vibrating”

“Trying, but,” he shook his head. “Just this is so different,”

“It is,” Tup agreed. “But we have to finish patrol and you have to put on a good act that you are going to be staying in the barracks while everyone else goes,”

“They are going to be so busy getting out they aren’t going to pay attention to me,”Hardcase answered.

He was wrong.

“Get a message yet, ‘case?” Echo asked as he was getting dressed.

“Not the one you are asking about,” he answered.

“So, staying in tonight?” Fives asked.

Hardcase shrugged, “might go get a pizza and see a holofilm,”

“Let it go,” Dogma snapped, annoyed. “You aren’t funny,”

“I am hilarious,” Fives said.

“Only in your own head, Fives,” Rex said from the doorway. “Everyone back here by 1300 Centaxday. Stragglers get to give the droids a break from cleaning the ‘freshers for a week,”

Since Rex was in civis and had snarked at Fives first they took the liberty to grumble about it, which he ignored.

He headed towards Hardcase’s bunk, sitting on the end.

“You going to be okay?” He asked.

Hardcase nodded, “gonna go see a holofilm,” he answered, focused on his drawing.

“We’re trying to talk him into meeting us for lunch,”Tup said,indicating himself and his partner.

“Why don’t you ever invite us?” Fives asked.

“Do you really need an answer?” Dogma asks, then directs towards Hardcase, “I was going to see if he wanted some company on his morning runs,”

This hit Hardcase hard, running was one of the few things they could do together that didn’t cause extra anxiety for either or both of them.

“Thanks, Dogma,” he smiled at his brother. Dogma gave a small smile and nod back.

“We’ll, if you need me, you have my com” Rex said, standing.

You are leaving work as you get the message from Hardcase saying he can leave in about an hour. You are so excited to see him you tell him that it would be great and you couldn’t wait to see him. Completely forgetting that afternoon commute from work is half an hour. You realize this as you arrive at your apartment.

Getting home you get a quick shower. While you are looking for something to wear you get a message from Isa.

‘Stop over thinking this. It is pizza and a movie. Maybe more? Regardless, ask him to stay the night and wear your cute comfy clothes. LOVE YOU!!!’

“Kriffing force sensitive best friends” you mutter as you pull on some soft clothing.

As you were leaving your bedroom your com chimed. He was here and waiting to be let into the building.

When you opened the door you are immediately swept up in a kiss, him holding you with one arm and your feet off the floor as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck with a squeak of surprise. He pulls back just enough, chuckling, to say against your lips “hello, babe,” before kissing you again.

Still holding you, he steps fully into your apartment so the door slides shut and holds up the bag he had in his other hand.

“Ice cream!” He grins.

“Yum!” You say, kissing his cheek,”I was about to make pizza,”

“Can I help?” He asks.

You nod, “if you put me down I can put the ice cream away so it doesn’t melt,”

“I got it,” he says as he starts to move in the direction of the kitchen area.

Your eyes widen and you wrap your legs around him and hold tighter, even though you know he definitely could carry you with one arm. He laughs as you do.

Once the ice cream was put away, he wraps both arms around you and buries his face in your neck. The nervous tension you didn’t realize you had been holding on to melts away in his hold. The familiar scent of GAR soap and his citrus cologne surround you. You relaxed your hold on him to stroke the back of his head, getting a soft hum in response.

After several long minutes you eventually say,”Sweetheart. If you put me down so we can make pizza, you can hold on to me as long as you want later,”

“Really?” His voice, muffled by your neck.

“I mean I’ll probably have to go to the bathroom at some point, but yeah,”you laugh, “as long as you want,”

He hums, like he was considering, “all night?”

“If that’s what you want,” you answer.

“What do you want?” He asks, coming out of hiding and pressing his forehead to yours.

“I really want you to stay,” you whisper, “I want to hold onto you all night,”

Hardcase squeezes you in a tighter hug, then sets you on your feet. With a kiss on your cheek he says,”what can I do to help?”

Together you prepare toppings, debating the best, and eventually get the pizza together and into the oven. Singing along to a playlist while you do.

Once the pizza was in the oven, his singing become more of an over dramatic performance. You are giggling when he pulls you in to dance with him.

When he has you nearly collapsing with laughter, he picked you up and set you on the counter as he laughed himself.

“Babe, you are beautiful when you laugh,” he chuckles, “you are beautiful all the time, but especially when you laugh,” If you weren’t so flushed from laughing, you would blush.

The timer went off and he says, “let me get it!” And he went right for the oven.

“Oven mit, Love!” You manage to call out before he reaches in bare handed. You bite your lip, upset at letting the endearment slip that you had been biting back.

“Oh yeah, that would have been bad,”he says, grabbing one nearby and retrieving the pizza from the oven. Then he heads over to where you were still perched on the counter.

He took your hands, weaving his fingers between yours and kisses the back of one gently and murmurs, “Thank you, Cyare”

Then with a grin he says,”come on, this smells really good!”

You settle in together to watch the holofilm the two of you had picked during messages over the previous day. As soon as you finish the pizza he pulls you on his lap, wraps both arms around you, and sets his chin on your shoulder to continue watching the film.

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smutoperator · 8 months

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Rules, kinks and favorite idols/groups

I've had this blog for a while but finally I'm not busy enough to keep it active. So there are the rules:

Idols must be 18 or older (obviously).

Sex must always be consensual.

Besides rape, I also avoid stuff like scat, vomit and necrophilia.

I don't write G!P smuts. I allow for the use of strap-ons but not actual penises for idols that have vaginas.

I keep note on every request and will select a few if the story fits. All smuts will feature at least one female idol and a male reader.

My favorite fantasies are: anal (my #1), breeding, creampie, dirty talk dom/sub, facefucking, morning sex, poolside sex, public sex, rough sex, spanking and titfucking. As you can see, I'm on the rougher side of the spectrum and my smuts veer into the porny side but can do romantic stuff if asked to.

Now on to the idols.

I have idols spawning from 2nd to 4th generation as my biases, my all time top 10 is, ordered by their groups: AOA Seolhyun, Blackpink Jennie, Dreamcatcher Yoohyeon, Girl's Day Yura, f(x) Krystal, Ive Wonyoung, Iz*one/Soloist Eunbi, SNSD Yuri, Twice Jihyo and Twice Momo (and RV Seulgi but I don't write smuts about her for finding her too cute to lewd).

Here are the idols from each group, order alphabetically, I can write smuts of. Inside their groups, the idols are ordered by my personal preference.

4Minute: Hyuna

Aespa: Karina - Ningning - Winter - Giselle

After School: Nana - Kahi

Alice: Sohee

AOA: Seolhyun - Choa - Hyejeong - Jimin

Apink: Bomi - Hayoung - Eunji - Naeun - Chorong

Berry Good: Johyun

Blackpink: Jennie - Jisoo - Lisa - Rosé

Cherry Bullet: Jiwon

Cignature: Jeewon

CLC: Seungyeon - Yeeun

Dal Shabet: Subin

Dreamcatcher: Yoohyeon - Gahyeon - Handong - SuA - JiU

Exid: Hani - Junghwa

f(x) : Krystal - Victoria

Fromis 9: Saerom - Chaeyoung

Gidle: Soyeon - Shuhua - Minnie - Yuqi - Miyeon

Girl's Day: Yura - Hyeri

Gfriend: Eunha - SinB - Sowon - Yuju - Yerin - Umji

I.O.I: Somi - Doyeon - Sejeong - Jieqiong - Chungha - Mina

Itzy: Yeji - Chaeryeong - Yuna - Ryujin

Ive: Wonyoung - Gaeul - Yujin - Rei - Liz

Iz*one: Eunbi - Wonyoung - Chaewon - Minju - Hyewon - Yujin - Sakura - Yena - Chaeyeon

Kep1er: Xiaoting - Yujin - Hikaru - Chaehyun - Dayeon

Le Sserafim: Kazuha - Chaewon - Yunjin - Sakura

Loona: Heejin - Yeojin - Hyeju - Yves - Haseul - Jinsoul - Kim Lip

Lovelyz: Mijoo

Mamamoo: Solar - Hwasa

Miss A: Suzy - Fei

Momoland: Ahin - Nancy

Newjeans: Danielle - Minji - Hanni

Nine Muses: Kyungri

Nmixx: Sullyoon - Haewon

Oh My Girl: Arin - Yooa - Jiho - Yubin - Mimi - Hyojung - Seunghee

Rainbow: Jaekyung - Hyunyoung

Red Velvet: Joy - Yeri - Irene

Secret: Hyosung

SNSD: Yuri - Yoona - Taeyeon - Seohyun - Sunny - Jessica - Tiffany - Hyoyeon - Sooyoung

Sistar: Soyou - Hyolyn - Bora - Dasom

Stayc: Isa - J - Seeun - Yoon

T-Ara: Hyomin - Jiyeon

Twice: Momo - Jihyo - Sana - Mina - Tzuyu - Dahyun - Nayeon - Jeongyeon - Chaeyoung

Weeekly: Monday - Zoa - Jihan

WJSN: Bona - Cheng Xiao

Wonder Girls: Sunmi

#kpop #kpop smut #smut #girl group smut #female idol smut #male reader smut

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Bracket!

Its done! 64 competitors on this.

its so small I will put the mashups under the cut, but know that the first 8 polls, Round 1 A will release on Sunday, August 20th, 3pm EST, and will last 1 week.

If anyone has ANY specific photos they want me to use for anyone here, please send them to me. (Also if you see anyone on this list you like, feel free to send n more propaganda for them because I may put it in their poll and some people here don't have any lol)

Round 1 A

Edgar and Fay from Dolls of New Albion vs Obi Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker from star wars

Catra and Adora from She ra vs The doctor and the Master from Doctor who

Jekyll and Lanyon from The glass scientist vs Chell and Wheatley from Portal

Colm Doherty and Pádraic Súilleabháin from Banshees of Inisherin vs Chalres Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr from x -men

Jesus and Judas from Jesus Christ Superstar vs Rogue and Gambit from x- men

Grace and Simon from Infinity train vs kim Wexler and Jimmy from Better call Saul

Evellyn, Luel, and Sahar from Luna Story picross/coloring book apps vs Andreth and Aegnor from Silmarillion!

Anna and Hans from Frozen vs Kirk and SPock from Star trek

Round 1b

Ruth and Debbie from GLOW vs Agent Curt and Owen Carvour from Spies are forever

aziraphale & crowley from good omens vs Nastya and Aurora from Mechanism

John Doe and Arthur Lester from Malevolent vs Kotetsu and Barnaby from tiger and Bunny

Fitz and the fool from Realm of the Elderlings vs HeathCliff and cathy from Wuthering Heights

Akeelah and Dr.Larabee from akeelah and the bee vs Arthur and Guinevere from Arthurianna.

Peery the platypus and Dr. Heniz Doofenshmirtiz from phineas and Ferb vs Skull and vintage from Spatoon

Hil and Tavek from Girl Genius vs Vrisrezi from Homestuck

Harry Du bois and Dora Ingerlund from Disco Elysium vs Blake Belladonna and Yang Xiao-Long from RWBY

Round 1c

Jackieshannua from Yellow Jackets vs Addek from Greys Anatomy

Eddie and Shannon from 9-1-1 vs Mercymorn the First/Augustine the First/Emperor John Gaius from The locked tomb seris

Junpei and Skane from Zero escape vs Lea & Isa / Axel & Saïx from Kingdom hearts

Scooge MC'Duck and Goldie I'Gill Ducktails (2017) vsCavendish and Dakota from Milo Murphy's law

Rebecca Bunch and Josh Chen from Crazy ex-girlfriend vs Sophia and fitz from keeper of lost cities

Cherry and Adam from sk8 vs Dazi Osamu and Nakahara chuuya from Bungo Stray dog

Shen Qingqiu & Yue Qingyuan from Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System vs Igor Grom and Sergey razumovski from Major Grom: Plague Doctor

Jack harness and John Hart from Torchwood vs Yuma Tsukumo and Vector/Rei Shingetru from Yu-Gi-Oh! Zexal

Round 1d

Powl and Mesothulas (trantulas) from transformers vs Jason Mcconnel and Peter simmonds from Bare: A pop Opera

Cappie and Even from Greek (2007) vs Junnana from Revue Starlight

The band Amatelast from Show By Rock! vs Mac Macdonald and Dennis Reynolds from Its always sunny in Philadelphia

Mulder and scully from x-files vsRosho and Sasara from Hypnosis Microphone!

Yoo Junghyuk and Anna Croft from omniscient reader vs Archie and maxie from Pokemon

sherlock and Watson from Blackeyed Theatre's Valley of Fear vs Anna, Sasha, and Marcy from Amphibia

The two boys from Bokura from Bokura vs Rom and Tammy from Parks and recs

#poll tournament #tournament poll #fandom poll

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The Strings of My Heart [23] - A Little Too Young

← Chapter 22 | Chapter 24 →

Pairing: Zoro x Jupiter

Genre: fluff, angst, f2l

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: uhhhhhhh none? This chapter is purely sappy romance so be warned

Summary: Zoro’s moved to sunny California for college to escape from the life of fame for a little while. But when he loses his violin case in the second week of school, he’s sure his college experience has just gone up in flames. What will he do when, despite all odds, his case is returned to him?

It didn’t take long for both Jupiter and her mother to get fed up with Maggie, and they sent her home not two days after she arrived in town. It was a good thing too, because they seemed to have some unexpected guests on the night of the twenty-ninth.

“Zoro, someone’s at the door for you!”

“Jupiter, I’m dealing with a disaster up here. I really can’t come down right now!” Zoro yelled from upstairs.

The lack of response had Zoro curiously wandering down the stairs a few minutes later once Comet was in clean clothes. Hyeon swung around the staircase and leaned against the wall when he reached the bottom.

“Hey there.”

Zoro grinned. “What are you doing here?”

“What? I’m not allowed to just visit my brother?”

“I mean…you can. But today is Appa’s birthday? Shouldn’t you be home with him?”

“Well, that would be kinda hard to do considering he’s here…” she pointed into the living room.

Zoro took the last few steps down the stairs and laughed as he saw his family seated on the couch. “Why are you guys here?”

“Well, we weren’t supposed to come until after New Year’s, but Hyeon insisted we come early,” Zelda smiled. “We were in California for Christmas.”

Zoro glanced at Jupiter. “Were you in on this?”

Jupiter raised her hands. “Guilty. I felt bad that you were missing Christmas with your family just for me, so when Hyeon asked if they could surprise you, of course I couldn’t say no.”

“We got to see baby Rosella too!” Noah piped up.

Zoro smiled and set Comet down. “All right, come here and give me hugs.”

◇◆◇◆◇

Zoro and Hyeon lounged around the fire pit in the backyard after dinner that night.

“Hey! You can actually see a few stars out here!” Hyeon grinned.

Zoro glanced up at the sky. “You can. I never noticed that.”

She laughed. “Really? You’ve spent months here and you never noticed that?”

He shrugged. “You can see the stars just as well everywhere else I’ve been.”

“I don’t know. I think they’re a bit clearer here than in Seoul.”

“If you say so.”

She turned to him. “So, how have you been? Do you think coming here was the right choice?”

He glanced up at her. “I do. It’s been hard at times, but it’s worth it.”

Hyeon nodded. “That’s good.” She glanced back towards the house. “You know, Mama keeps asking when you’re getting an apartment.”

Zoro grinned. “Of course she is. Tell her soon. I don’t plan on getting one until I’m back from Korea. It just seems like a waste of money to get an apartment here and then leave for a month.”

“Isn’t that what you did in California, though?” Hyeon laughed.

He sighed. “It is. I didn’t have anywhere to stay, though. And rent was cheaper there.”

“I’m teasing.”

“I know,” he replied with a smile. “How is everyone at home?”

Hyeon tucked her hands between her thighs as she considered what to tell him. “Well, Isa’s been packing up. She’s moving after the holidays.”

“What?” he asked, bewildered. “Why?” then it dawned on him. “It’s because of the guy, isn’t it?”

She laughed. “Yeah. She’s gonna help her aunt in town…I can’t remember what she does.”

“Well, I’m sure she’ll have fun. Last time I talked to her she was saying she really missed him. Mateo, was it?”

Hyeon nodded. “Oh, the dreamy Mateo,” she mocked, falling over dramatically against the couch. She righted herself and shook her head. “Isabella thinks she’s changed, but she’s just as dramatic as she’s always been.”

He grinned. “Anything going on with you and Jiwoo?”

“Nah. You would already know if there was. We’re both trying to survive our last year of high school, mostly.”

“How’s that going for you?”

“Awful. There’s so much work. I was so happy when Christmas break started.”

“I can imagine. University was easier than high school, honestly.”

“Really? Well, that’s a relief.”

“You planning on going?” he asked.

She nodded. “Business degree.”

“Gack.”

“Hey! What do you have against business degrees?”

He shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know. That just sounds awful to me.”

“Well, I wouldn’t spend a year and a half studying an instrument, so I think it’s safe to say that we don’t have the same interests and strong suits.” She sighed and pulled her coat tighter around her. “So, got a job?”

“I thought I told you already. Teaching job with some violin students. Sounds fun, right?”

“That doesn’t sound like…you?” she laughed. “My anti-social brother is going to teach?”

“Eh, it’s the violin. I’m sure it won’t be as hard as talking to complete strangers.”

She patted his shoulder. “Well, I hope you enjoy it, then. Does it pay well?”

He nodded. “Very well. It’s scary how much people will pay for music lessons, honestly.”

She laughed. “I seem to remember Appa and Mama paying lots for your violin lessons.”

He sucked in a deep breath. “Well, we have an abundance of money.”

“That we do. And maybe those people do too. Also, this is New York. I think everything here is stupidly expensive.”

He nodded, eyes wide. “Yes, it is.”

◇◆◇◆◇

“Your family is amazing for helping watch the kids tonight,” Jupiter smiled as she glanced around the restaurant. “This place is so fancy.” She paused. “This is like the first real sit-down restaurant date we’ve had.”

Zoro grinned. “Oh my gosh, it is! We’ve been dating for almost a year now and we’ve never been on an actual date.”

“We just went from friends to a married couple I suppose,” she laughed.

He raised an eyebrow. “A married couple?”

She shrugged. “Yeah. You know. We’re doing very much adult stuff, like raising kids and running a company.”

“How does that make us like a married couple?”

“I dunno. It just feels like we’ve known each other forever. Like we’re an old married couple or something.”

“Well, I suppose that’s what it’s supposed to feel like when you find the one, right?”

“Yeah.” She paused. “You do feel that way about me too, right?”

“Of course! Why do you think I’m in New York, silly?” he reached out and poked her fingers. “I love you a lot. And someday, when we are an old married couple, I’ll love you even more.”

“Zoro,” she cooed, her face flushing. “Don’t get all sappy on me or I’ll start crying. We really need to stop talking about marriage, though. It makes me want to get married.”

“Well, how about we go get married right now?”

“Right now?” she giggled. “That’s a little fast, isn’t it?”

He shrugged. “I dunno. We’re living in the same house already. Sharing a room, even.”

“Temporarily,” she reminded him.

He groaned. “Don’t remind me! I’m gonna miss you when I get my own place.”

“You could stay….”

“I know. And I want to. I just think sharing a bed is going to be a bad idea one of these days.”

“You’re probably right,” she pouted. “Doesn’t mean I’m happy about it, though.”

“Ok. When do you think we should get married? For real.”

She hummed in thought. “Next spring, maybe? We need time to plan a wedding, first of all. And we’re not even engaged yet. I think things need to be a bit more settled at home first.”

“That sounds good. We should plan the wedding while we eat dinner.”

She laughed. “You think so?”

“Yeah. Where should we get married?”

She blew out a breath. “I don’t know. Any suggestions?”

He considered it. “I mean, it would be kind of fun to get married in my mom’s hometown. That’s a while from here, though.”

“Hey, don’t put down your idea so fast! Do you have family there?”

He nodded. “My great-grandparents and some of my mom’s cousins.”

“How old are your great-grandparents?”

“Mm. In their late nineties?”

“We probably should get married there then! We wouldn’t want them to have to travel, right?”

“Probably not.”

“Ok. Look, we already have a place chosen!”

“Well, not specifically. We’ll have to look at venues,” he laughed. “But that does narrow it down a bit.”

She smiled. “I can’t wait to marry you. Even if it’s in five years.”

“Five years?!” He asked in outrage. “We are not waiting five years!”

“I was exaggerating! Besides, twenty-five is still young.”

“Not when we’ve been dating for six years.”

She hesitated. “Ok, well. You’re right. We’re not waiting that long, anyways. I can’t. That would be torture.”

He let out a breathy sigh. “Good. Even a year seems like forever from now.”

“We’ve only known each other a year and a half. That’s probably why.” She sighed. “I’m sure there’s plenty of adult adults that would tell us we shouldn’t rush to get married, though.”

“Oh yeah. Definitely. My parents would probably say to wait two years after you meet to get married.”

“Is that how long they waited?”

He scrunched his nose up. “I think it was about two and a half years for them. It was a bit more complicated since they were both citizens in different countries, so it took them a while to even have citizenship in the same country so they could get married.”

“Money couldn’t speed that up?”

Zoro shrugged. “I don’t think they even tried. My parents both tend to act like they don’t have money.”

She smiled. “Well, that’s a good thing.”

“What do you think about rings?” Zoro asked, abruptly changing the subject.

“Rings?”

“Well, you know. We could get silver or gold rings. Maybe rose gold?”

“Ooo. Rose gold. I love that. It’s unique, too.”

He laughed. “You think? I’ve always thought rose gold was pretty.”

“Me too! I hadn’t considered it for wedding rings, though.”

“Me neither. I just. Well, I was looking up wedding rings the other day, and that was actually one of the options I found.”

“You were looking up wedding rings, were you? You’re very eager to get married, aren’t you?”

“Of course!”

Jupiter pulled out her phone and looked up rose gold wedding bands. She smiled at the results she found.

“Oh my gosh. I love this! We should totally do rose gold rings!”

“Yeah?” he asked she showed him the rings. “You like them?”

“Yes! That would be so cool. I’ve never heard of anyone having rose gold wedding bands!”

“We can be the first, then. Should we buy them now?”

“I mean…wouldn’t that be getting ahead of ourselves? Where would we even put them?” she giggled.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. We don’t have to buy them now. It was just a suggestion.”

“Maybe we should just wait until we’re engaged,” she suggested.

“That’s probably a good idea.”

Jupiter wiggled back and forth in her seat. “I don’t blame you for wanting them, though. The thought of marrying you is making me very excited!”

“Hey, this is sooner than we expected to get married though, right?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Were you expecting?”

He smiled shyly. “Well, when we were both in university, I was thinking we’d have to wait until we were both done. But now that neither of us are finishing university….”

“You were already thinking of marriage then?”

“Were you not?”

She smiled. “I was. I just didn’t realize you were too. I think something in me knew I was going to marry you the very day we met, Zoro.”

“Hey. Now you’re the one getting sappy.”

“It’s true! The first few months of school were torture for me!”

“Torture? Why?”

“I was in contact with an adorable boy, and I didn’t know what to do with myself!”

“I’m adorable?”

“Very much so.”

He covered his eyes with one of his hands as if what she’d just said was ridiculous and let out an embarrassed laugh. She leaned across the table and smacked his hand.

“Don’t laugh! It’s true!”

He peeked back up at her. “Sorry. It’s just…I think that’s something only my mom and grandma call me these days.”

“Well, they’re two very smart women. Shouldn’t I be the one who calls you that the most, though? I’m your girlfriend.”

He shrugged, pressing his lips together. She smiled.

“I’m sorry. Am I embarrassing you?”

He shook his head, his eyes lighting up. “No. I’m just not quite sure what to say.” His voice dropped to a mumble. “You make me shy, if I’m being honest.”

“Me? I make you shy?”

He nodded. “Who else?”

“Why do I make you shy?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. You’re just really sweet to me.”

Jupiter tapped her fingers against the table. “Well, my view of romance is a bit skewed from what’s considered traditional, I suppose. I saw my mom take and take from my dad, so I’ve always thought that I should give and give.” She smiled. “And I think you’re cute when you’re flustered.”

He cleared his throat. “Well, I like the way you make me feel. Even the shyness.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Usually, shyness is a sort of fear for me. It isn’t with you, though.”

She smiled. “I’m glad. I don’t want to make you afraid.”

He reached across the table and grabbed her hand. “We should do this more often. I like being able to talk to you freely.”

“I’ll tell our babysitter she has a job.”

Chapter 24 →

This is part of the Dad!BTS series that can be found here

Series M.list

A/N: suffer <3

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sunnytastic · 1 year

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what an underrated charmac moment

#iasip #its always sunny #it's always sunny in philadelphia #mac macdonald #charlie kelly #charmac #rob mcelhenney #charlie day #isa x sunny

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wolfofwritingstreet · 2 years

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Can you do an encanto fic where the reader is a part of the madrigal family (Pepe's child). Her gift is empathy with different colours and sounds and stuff (like she reads people's emotions with her 5 senses). And one day she just gets overwhelmed from all the different emotions of her family but it's also a nice ending because family. (hopefully this makes sense)

Dinner tricks

Prompt: A nice family dinner can never go without an overwhelming argument, and so you pull out a secret trick to help you stay calm.

Tone: Light + Family love

Warnings: None

Word count: 1,112

A/N: Staying on that Encanto grind, just for you my honourable loser who I also know is you. Requests will remain open, but beware it will be a couple days minimum until your request as it is now one a day if I can <3

Dreading school with all my fat heart, but at least my original books n world is coming along nicely. Remember mask up and be respectful during these covid times, don't be afraid to slander Bojo either xx

// Part 2 // Final part //

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MADRIGAL FAMILY X FAMILY FEM!READER

“Mama?” You called, following the smell of fallen rain that lay around the building despite it being sunny. “Mama, where are you?” The smell got stronger, and you let your gift guide you towards who ever was feeling sad. The smells always came from sadness, the sounds from anger, the glowing atmosphere around people for whatever else they could possibly be feeling.

You’re gift was as brilliant as it was tiring, always having to feel what other people felt had its positives and negatives. The worst part was having to put your own emotion behind you in order to guide others back to a yellow glow of happiness, it was what your abuela wanted for the town, and so you wanted it as well. Of course that didn’t mean you couldn’t help yourself at times, after all it was your gift.

You gently knocked on Isabela’s door, the source of the fallen rain smell. “Isa, are you ok?” There was a silence, and is you cracked the door open into the room overflowing with flowers. “Isa?”

“Get out! I’m fine.” She shouted, and you braced yourself at the loud crackle of electricity that popped in your ears.

“Isa, I can help you.”

“Go away! I’ll be down in a minute.” You leaned against the door for support, giving a gentle nod and closing the door behind you. Now you’d only electrified the rain smell, so it crackled softly in your ears, you felt for your sister Doleras in the times the noises were loud. Luckily, she couldn’t hear emotion made sounds, unluckily for you that was all you could sometimes hear.

And it always got worse during-

“Dinner!” Maribel called, giving you a high five as you glided past. Maribel was never short of her golden glow, and you didn’t like to pry when it dulled as you all showed your gifts. Your cousin had enough grief as it was.

“Abuela.” You greeted, kissing her cheek and sitting down next to your mama who had managed to get to the table quicker than you.

“Where is Isabel?” Your auntie asked, handing out her perfectly baked goods.

“Here.” Isabel appeared in the doorway, looking perfect as usual. It was only you who could smell the damp rain on her, and she gave you a warning look to say nothing.

“Everyone sit.” Abuela commanded, and everyone took their dutiful places.

Your papa and his bright golden glow, and the taste of chocolate that wafted off of him every time he was near your mama. You associated the smell of chocolate with love, as everyone in your family loved chocolate, some a bit too much.

Camilo your brother always had a breeze that sent goosebumps up your skin, it was because the boy was always rushing around and out of breath but excited.

Louisa and Isabel always hid their emotions the best, but when you focused all your senses you could feel every bit of pressure abuela put on them. But, that wasn’t your place to say anything until they did.

Everyone else had relatively neutral emotions, that didn’t cause your mind to much harm. Yet, there was still your mama, and her tendency to feel extreme emotions. Abuela always told her to hide them, and often relied on you to keep your mother calm. This dinner was no different, as one spilt jug of water from your baby brother Antonio had started the formation of a dark cloud above you.

“Pepa, the cloud.” Abuela scolded, she always did that to mama when her emotions caused an inconvenience. You knew what was coming next and rolled your shoulders, already feeling the incoming task. “Y/n, fix it so we can enjoy a nice family dinner.”

“Yes, abuela.” You dutifully rested your hand on your mama’s arm, letting her negative energy surge into you like a strong river current.

“She does not need that.” You papa said, brushing off your hand but the damage was done. One of your abuela’s favourite talents of yours, was your ability to absorb negative emotions for people. She had sometimes come to you wordlessly, and you would take on some of her burden without letting your parents know.

“It’s alright, papa.” It wasn’t alright, your head was now throbbing. So much so, you knew that you’d end up having some of your aunt’s snacks at night when your stomach settled again.

“She is overwhelmed, mama.” Abuela looked at you, with something in her eyes that told you to calm your mama down immediately.

“No, it’s alright. I’m fine really. Just hungry, let’s eat.”

“She is not fine, look at her!” You winced as a crackle filled your ears, the smell of rain pungent and your skin prickled as everyone’s tension rose in their bodies.

“Please, calm down.” You mumble, pinching your nose for a minute to try and block the smell out. “Please, everyone.” Nobody listened as they began to argue over the table, not noticing you were heading straight into overwhelmed territory.

“Be quiet!” Camilo tried to help you, but his energy only buzzed up your spine.

“Hey, guys?” Maribel tried after him, noticing the way you were clutching the table and shaking your head side to side to dull the noise.

“I SAID CALM DOWN.” You screamed, every sense in your body bursting with life as the table fell silent. For a moment you felt nothing, everything in the room was empty of feeling.

“Woah I feel weird.” Camilo muttered, beating his chest. “Nope, heartbeat is still going.”

“Y/N.” Your papa whispered, rubbing your back in a soothing circle.

“I know.” You took a deep breath in, releasing the emotion back into people after a moment. You’d learnt that trick the first time you’d become too overwhelmed with the town emotions. It was a weak trick you didn’t have the privacy to practise, but it numbed people’s emotions long enough for you to calm down. When you relaxed back in your seat, your mama wrapped a protective arm around you as Abuela turned with narrowed eyes.

“When did you learn that?”

“I’m sorry, abuela. I just got overwhelmed.”

“You shouldn’t use your gift for selfish reasons.” You sunk back in the chair, pushing your food around with a fork. “As a Madrigal you should honour the miracle.”

“Yes, abuela. I won’t do it again.”

“Well I thought that was pretty cool.” Maribel smiled across the table, fixing her glasses. “Felt a bit weird, so let’s uh, not do that thingy thing again. Still cool though.”

You smiled slightly, trying to hide the fact you didn’t regret your trick one bit.

It was your gift for a reason.

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sesamestreet47 · 2 years

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Can you write something for Isabela with a girlfriend who's favorite flowers are ones with generally negative meanings? Like she wouldn't be sure if she should be giving someone she likes a flower that means contempt even if it is their favorite. P.S. Your writing is super good.

The Prettiest Flower

thank you for the request <3 i hope you like this as much as i enjoyed writing it, dear anon

Isabela Madrigal x fem! reader

she/her for the reader & she/her for Isa

fluff, a bit of spice, comfort, drabble, no plot

word count: 2570

!english isn’t my first language, so there can be some grammar mistakes that I am sorry for in advance!

MASTERLIST

“So beautiful, yet so evil,” Y/N said quietly, studying the plant in her hand. “Quite poetic, huh?”

She turned her head to look down at Isabela. The girl smiled at Y/N. Lifting herself up to a sitting position, she wrapped her hands around Y/N’s waist from behind and hugged her with one of her legs. Placing her chin on the other girl’s shoulder, she also observed the flower.

“Quite,” Isa agreed. She watched as Y/N stroked the petals of a little, fragile marigold. “But it’s just a flower, mi vida.”

Y/N sighed. “No… Flowers are more than just plants, Isa. It’s like…” she paused, thinking of a way to put her thoughts into words and Isabela wondered how she could stop the time and take her focused look in. Such a pretty sight it was, her girlfriend lost in her own mind. Scrunched eyebrows, pursed lips, twitching nose. Isa could stare at her all day.

“It’s like… Poems from mother nature.” Y/N finished with a soft voice. Mindlessly, almost as if she was programmed like this, she placed her palm on top of Isabela’s wrist and started caressing her skin. She leaned into her touch, her eyes still on the orange flower in her fingers.

“Amor, how do you come up with this stuff?” Isa chuckled lightly. Nuzzling her face in the crook of Y/N’s head, she placed a soft kiss on her jaw. Y/N shrugged.

“Dunno… Maybe it’s all the time spent around flowers,” she said. “The smells mix and mess with my head. What if it got so bad that now I can communicate with plants? What have you done to me?”

Isabela laughed louder at her antics. This always amazed her. This particular trait of Y/N’s. She had a way with words. She could think of a metaphor on the spot, she could take two random words and say them in a way that would make it seem they were meant to be said after one another from the start. Like words were pieces of a puzzle and only Y/N knew how to put them together so they could reveal a beautiful picture. But she also could find the words that would without a doubt make Isa laugh or at least roll her eyes at the ridiculousness of their meaning. Y/N was a poem from mother nature herself.

“So,” Isabela diverted back to their previous conversation. “What’s the poem written on this marigold’s petals?” she asked with a bit of amusement in her voice.

Y/N knew that Isa already knew the meaning of the flower. She also knew that her girlfriend didn’t really care about the answer as she started rubbing Y/N’s sides and her lips were leaving marks on her neck. She just wanted to hear her voice again.

“Marigolds,” Y/N started with a sudden rise in her voice. Like she was about to lecture someone. “The two-faced bastards of the flowers. The small, fragile plants may give the impression of being pretty and harmless when in reality their twisted, thin roots reach dark depths. Jealousy, grief, despair – and worst of all – cruelty flow through their stalks. Masking the wickedness with a sweet scent, they lure people into picking them up and making breathtaking bouquets.”

Y/N stopped to catch her breath and she plucked one petal off. She watched it fall down onto the pile of other vibrant petals. Isabela, with her face hidden in Y/N hair, hummed indicating she wanted the girl to continue.

“ The herb of the sun is what some call it. Its colors do resemble the warmth you feel on a sunny day, that is true. Yet the image of a joyous, lucky flower is just an… illusion.” With her last word, Y/N crushed the flower and scattered the petals all over the floor by Isa’s bed. She watched them with an unreadable expression.

“Wow…” Isabela muttered. “Y/N, do you truly hate these flowers that much?”

Y/N shifted in her seat and faced Isa. “No. I find all flowers delightful,” she said, locking her gaze on Isabela’s lips. “Especially the one with her arms around me, thinking I’m not noticing the way she’s been clinging onto me all night.”

Isabela blinked, but then a smile graced her features. “Were you keeping me waiting on purpose?” she asked cheekily, getting closer.

“Of course I was, you needy woman,” Y/N almost scoffed. “Now, come here.”

Gently getting a hold of Isa’s neck, she brought her forward, finally closing the distance between them.

Isabela was the prettiest flower Y/N had ever picked. She smelled like orchids. Y/N’s nose always twitched when she was near. Her skin was smooth like ranunculus. Y/N loved to touch her, hug her, and hold her hand. She was captivating like a rose, the queen of flowers. Y/N could look at her for hours. And her lips. Lips soft and delicate like the white lotus. Y/N always made sure she kissed her gently and slowly, but she soon found out that Isa – similar to marigolds – had two sides. She didn’t mind getting a little hectic. Heck, Isa could cover every inch of her girlfriend’s body with her lips and Y/N would be the one to break like she was the delicate one.

Yeah, Isabela could easily take the rose’s place as the queen of the flowers . Seemed that she was satisfied to call herself Y/N’s queen for now though.

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“Y/N, you’re reading too much into this,” Isabela reassured her.

Y/N whipped her head and looked at Isa. “I’m not!” she said through gritted teeth.

The orange lily’s stalk was almost breaking, because of her tight grip on it. The flower’s petals opened slightly at the sudden movement exposing its dark stamens.

Isabela sighed and walked up to her girlfriend. “I can change its color? Which lilies don’t mean disdain?” she said and opened her palms, prepping herself for fresh plants growing out of her hands.

Y/N let go of the poor plant (Isabela swore she could hear it exhale in relief ) and grabbed Isa’s hands.

“No, no, amor.” she closed Isa’s fingers. “It’s okay. The orange ones are their favorites…”

“Y/N, you know I love how seriously you take the flowers and their meanings, but not everyone… Well, not everyone cares as much, you know? To most people these are just pretty plants.” Isabela tucked a strand of hair behind Y/N’s hair.

“Yeah, I know. I hate it,” Y/N muttered under her nose. She leaned forward and rather harshly pulled Isa into a hug. “People are so ignorant.”

Isabela stroked her hair. Y/N looked at her. “It feels wrong giving my friend a flower that means hatred and contempt even though they like the color of its petals .” she almost spit the last part as if she thought her friend was an idiota for this.

“Y/N…” Isabela said softly, catching the girl’s attention. “We could make a bouquet. Orange lilies with flowers that mean something positive. Would that help?”

Y/N smiled sadly. “I guess it’s something, thank you, mi vida.” Y/N pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

“Gerbera daisies? I think they’ll like that, don’t you?” Isabela said, returning the kiss.

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, perfect,” she said absentmindedly. Her eyes found Isa’s with a newfound determination. She cupped her face.

“If your favorite flowers were something like black dahlias, I would never give them to you.”

Isabela blinked at the sudden childlike aggression in her girlfriend’s voice, before throwing a fit of laughter.

“That’s so Y/N of you,” she managed to say, cackles still flowing out of her mouth.

Y/N shrugged with a smile and focused her attention back on Isa’s mouth. Her favorite (tu)lips.

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“So?” Isabela asked when Y/N entered her room. “Did they like it?”

“Yeah, they loved it.” Y/N flopped onto Isa’s bed, her face buried in her pillow. “I feel so bad.”

Isabela chuckled. She grabbed her girlfriend's arm and hugged it. “You’re so strong, corazón.” she sounded as if talking to a puppy.

“I know this is amusing to you and I hate you for it.” Y/N, with her face still in the pillow, raised her finger and pointed it accusingly at her girlfriend. When she finally lifted her head, she saw a figure towering over her with her hands on her hips and an amused smile dancing on her lips. Y/N pouted. Here she was with her skirt all wrinkled and lifted, probably exposing her bare calves and maybe a bit of the material of her bloomers. Her hair was probably already a tangled, frizzy mess. The pillow must have made sure of that. And Isa? Flawless as always. God, she was gorgeous .

“You’re gorgeous,” Y/N voiced her thoughts.

Isa was used to her bluntness, but it didn’t mean she was immune to it. She blushed and felt her legs turn into something as fragile as a flower’s stalk.

But Y/N didn’t think much of the effect she had on Isabela. She reluctantly sat up and pulled her skirt down. With her head bowed, she looked up through her eyelashes. And Isa had to look away to stop herself from climbing onto that bed and devouring that innocent expression right off of her face.

“Isa?”

Isabela wanted her to keep saying her name. In different tones, in different ranges.

That thought lasted a moment as she realized Y/N wanted to ask her something.

“Hm?”

“You don’t think it’s weird that I’m so… passionate about flowers, right?”

“What?” Isabela breathed out. She sat on the bed, facing the girl. “You-You're hearing yourself, right? Mi vida, I am the flower-growing Madrigal.”

Y/N chuckled breathlessly. “That’s nice… It’s just that,” she said but stopped and Isa pulled her onto her lap to hug her. To comfortingly stroke her back and sides. “Flowers mean so much to me. They are a language. All flowers are stunning, but that doesn’t mean they carry blessings within them. I- I kinda just wish people would listen to what they have to say.”

“Mhm, sigue hablando…” Isa mumbled, getting the feeling that there was more to come. More words scratching on Y/N’s throat, like a rose’s thorns, wanting to get out.

“I don’t know… I don’t blame people for only caring about the pretty outside, I kinda blame myself for caring about the inside too. Yet I can’t help it. They’re just so interesting,” Y/N finished.

Isabela smiled sadly at the girl in her arms. She stroked her cheek with the back of her hand and planted a chaste kiss just between her eyebrows.

“I love the way your mind works, it amazes me,”

Y/N smiled. She lazily wrapped her hands around Isabela’s neck and looked at her through half-lidded eyes. “I shouldn’t think too much of it… After all, as long as you don’t find it weird I’ll be fine,”

Her lips went down to Isa’s and as she kissed her, the other woman brought her closer to herself. Y/N moved lower to leave a kiss on Isabela’s cheek and then jaw. Getting lower and lower with soft hums of satisfaction. Isabela sighed, already feeling like melting in her embrace, but something stopped her from fully enjoying Y/N’s acts of affection. A question appeared in her mind and she felt a sudden need to get it answered.

“Mi vida?” she asked quietly. Without pulling away, Y/N hummed in question. “Why do you love flowers’ meanings so much?”

Y/N smirked against her skin and Isabela blushed as she could feel it.

To others, Isabela was confident and flirty. Everyone just assumed that it was her who swooned Y/N and wrapped her around her finger. Yet, they couldn’t be more wrong. While Isa had always tried (and failed) to make Y/N flustered or just to get a faint blush to adorn her cheeks, it was Y/N who got those reactions out of her mostly. She was bold with her actions, always straight to the point. Most of the time initiated the kiss or did something that made Isa want to kiss her . Isabela thought she knew what things she wanted. And then she realized that if it wasn’t for Y/N and her mouth that always spilt the most alluring of sentences, that always was soft and warm against hers, she wouldn’t want those things. Like a puppeteer, Y/N guided her to new depths of feelings, awakening stuff in her. Isa was head over heels and she wasn’t complaining.

“It reminds me of you,” Y/N murmured. “Your family is like a bouquet of pretty, but damaged flowers. You, Isa, are gorgeous on the outside and broken on the inside.” Y/N looked up, before continuing. “At least you used to be. It makes me incredibly happy to see you breaking out of those chains and being unapologetically yourself. Truly. But I fell in love with that other Isabela and while you make me keep on falling, I guess it just stayed with me. The love for pretty, broken flowers.”

Whispering the last sentence, she ran her fingers through Isa’s hair and shot her one of her significant, sweet smiles.

Isabela gulped when she felt her eyes sting from the newly formed tears. It was not fair. Not fair for Y/N to be able to come up with things to say like this. It was like a spell. She was a spell.

Isa couldn’t break from it.

And she loved it.

It was so easy now. To lean forward and kiss her. Place her lips on hers to maybe consume some of her wit and be able to say something as beautiful back to her. Or maybe this was enough to show her her appreciation. Just a kiss. Nothing else.

I love you was what she said by pulling her closer.

You’re beautiful inside and out was told as Isa panted against her lips just to go back to them with more vigor.

So glad I have you was the thing she meant by peppering Y/N’s whole face in kisses.

“Ay, mi flor, so eager,” Y/N chuckled.

As Isabela busied herself with Y/N, the other girl’s nose twitched. A wave of smells reached her nostrils. Her eyes fluttered open and landed on the floor behind Isa’s back. Y/N’s eyebrows shot up at the sight.

Her girlfriend’s bedroom floor was covered in a bunch of flowers. Which was normal, it always was, but those were new flowers.

She spotted lilies of the valley, the sad flowers. There were the aggressive red tulips. Some buttercups, the ungrateful children of mother nature. Disappointed yellow carnations, troublesome petunias, even orange lilies.

Y/N gasped at the colorful view. It was beautiful and even the meanings of the flowers couldn’t make her look away.

Ay, you did that on purpose, didn’t you, mi amor?

She wanted to voice that thought, but to no avail, as her lips were once again found by her girlfriend’s. She could bring it up later, she could thank her later.

For now, she’s going to let this flower take all of her attention.

The prettiest flower of all.

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go and drink some water pretty flowers need water

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ikissjesse · 2 years

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so i see ur asking for encanto fic ideas... i present to you luisa x (preferably female but you do you) childhood friend; so for context reader moved away before luisa got her gift, moved away and only came back by the time they grew up. reader vaguely remembers luisa while luisa remembers reader rly well because she was her childhood crush uwu.

also, if you could include dolores and isabel teasing luisa because they overheard luisa asking the reader if she could be her bride and get married when they were kids 😳

omg this is so cute JGFISHDDHS

promise me (part 1)

(luisa x fem!reader !)

it was sunny that day, señora pepa must've been in a good mood. luisa had been running around her house, bored out of her mind. then she had an idea.

"Isa, can I have a flower, please?" she pulled on her 9 year old sisters dress, grabbing her attention. Isa looked down at her younger sister and smiled. she handed luisa a beautiful rose, but not before asking her a question, "what for?" her eyebrow raised. luisa giggled, "I'm gonna ask (y/n) to marry me!" Isabelas smile grew wider and she laughed. "I see, tell me if she says yes!"

luisa promised her older sister that she would tell her the moment she got back and ran off to find (y/n).

after searching pretty much the entire town, she finally found her best friend. "(y/n)! c'mere!" she waved at the girl. (y/n) grinned and waved back, running over to greet luisa. "hi luisa!"

luisa pulled the rose from her pocket and held it in front of her, and (y/n) could swear she saw sparks in luisas eyes.

"can we marry eachother when we're older? please please please?" luisa practically begged. (y/n)'s eyes lit up and she giggled. "of course!" she threw her arms around luisa and hugged her so tight luisa was barely able to breathe. she didn't mind though, the joy she felt at that moment was more important than her suffocating.

unknown to the two girls, dolores and Isabela were 'aww'ing and giggling from afar as they watched the entire interaction between the small children.

after about an hour, luisa said byebye to (y/n) and said she would see her later. she ran back home and went inside, practically jumping from joy. Isabela saw her and muffled a laugh, pretending to not have seen what happened earlier. "hey luisa, what did (y/n) say?" she asked, a smirk on her face.

"she said yes!" luisa exclaimed. Isabela faked a gasp and took her sisters hands in her own. "that's amazing! can I be the flower girl at your wedding?" luisa smiled, "yeah! and dolores can hold the rings!" dolores obviously heard this and ran up to her, "awesome!"

the three girls spent the rest of the evening planning the wedding, from how the dresses would look right down to what cake they would have.

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"do you really have to go?" luisa sniffled as she hugged (y/n) one more time. her family was leaving columbia in half an hour. (y/n) gave her friend a sad smile. "yeah, but I promise we'll see eachother again! then we can have our wedding!" she tried to comfort her. their familys all shared looks of sadness.

"promise?"

"promise."

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(y/n) sighed in awe as she set her suitcase down, the town had changed a lot since she last saw it. her father tapped her shoulder, "you should go find the madrigals house, I'm sure luisa misses you so much." he said. (y/n) tilted her head, trying to remember 'luisa'.

the memory felt faint, but she knew luisa must have been important to her years ago. knowing this, she set off to find the madrigals, waving to her parents as she sped off through the town. eventually she found a large house on top of a hill, bright lights and loud conversations erupting from inside.

she took a deep breath in and walked up to the door, hesitating before knocking a few times. after a few seconds, a woman in a beautiful purple dress answered the door, an eyebrow raised. "hello, I don't think I've seen you in town before. can I help you?" she asked. (y/n) stared at her for a moment before blinking, "oh, uh, I actually just moved here. I used to live here about 15 years ago but moved away, I was wondering if someone named luisa lives here?" the woman in the purple dressed went wide-eyed and gasped, a smile spreading across her face.

"oh my gosh, you must be (y/n)! It's wonderful to see you again!" she pulled the girl on her doorstep in for a hug, earning a small chuckle. "yep, that's me. Isabela, right? gosh, I was so young last time we met, I can't quite remember anything." (y/n) answered.

"you really were! oh, everyone's gonna be so happy you're back." Isabela turned around to see if any of her family members were around, quickly deciding to take (y/n) to luisa first when she didn't see anyone.

grabbing her arm, she dragged (y/n) around her home looking for luisa. (y/n) didn't mind it that much, as now she had a chance to admire every inch of the beautiful house.

"luisa, come here! I've got a very special guest for you to meet." Isabela called when she noticed luisa in her room, ushering (y/n) to hide behind her. "who?" luisa questioned her sister, a confused look on her face.

Isabela slid to the side, revealing (y/n). luisa gasped, instantly recognizing her. she stood there shocked for a few seconds, before pulling her in for an embrace that left (y/n) literally gasping for air.

"god, I've missed you so much.." luisa whispered to her childhood friend, which made (y/n) feel bad for only vaguely remembering her.

Isabela smirked and left the room, rushing off to find dolores to see if she remembers what happened when the two younger woman were kids.

"dolores, you'll never believe what-" Isabela began as she slammed dolores' door open, before being cut off by her cousin. "I know." she winked. Isabela laughed and flopped onto dolores' bed, turning to face her. "remember our plan from when we were kids?"

"of course."

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in the other room, luisa was still holding onto (y/n) as if there were no tomorrow. (y/n) eventually wrapped her arms around luisa and smiled, memories of their childhood slowly flooding into her mind.

suddenly, her eyes shot open, and she looked up at luisa.

"hey, do you remember that promise we made?" she asked, and luisa's cheeks flushed red. "oh- I- um.." she stammered. (y/n) couldn't help but giggle at luisa's embarrassment.

"(y/n)!" a voice could be heard from behind her. (y/n) let go of luisa a bit and turned around to be met with dolores. she smiled fondly at the older girl, walking over to give her a hug. "hi dolores! how have you been?" (y/n) asked, squeezing her tightly. "great! I'm really happy to see you." dolores hugged her back. looking over at luisa, she noticed she looked..jealous? she smirked and mouthed a "jealous?" at her, earning an eye roll from luisa. she walked past them, saying she still had chores to finish, and that she'd come catch up with (y/n) later.

(y/n) pulled away from dolores and looked at her and Isabela, confused. "what's with her?"

dolores and Isabela shared a should we tell her? look, smirks on both their faces.

"well..."

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(y/n)'s breath hitched in her throat. "she what?!"

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im gonna end part 1 here for now, It's already long as hell🧍 I hope this is alright, sorry if it isn't exactly what you wanted! I'll be doing part 2 very soon wink wink

#encanto #encanto luisa #reader insert

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justxie · 2 years

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•|| No miracle can save you

Chapter one.

Summary: One normal and happy day in the Encanto, everything was going smoothly until an injured man appeared in the calm streets of Encanto. He seemed badly hurt so the townspeople wanted to help them. Surely nothing can go wrong about this, correct?

Pairings: Mariano x Dolores, gn Reader x Bruno Madrigal

Warnings⚠️: MAJOR character death, blood, escaping, swearing and suggestive themes.

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It was a beautiful day today.

It was a beautiful sunny day in the happy streets of Encanto.

Pepa must have been extremely happy that one day.

You were Julieta and Pepa’s best friend. Oh, and Bruno’s s/o, too. You remember, five years ago after the miracle was restored. It had been quite the news, may I say, that the Madrigals’ gifts had disappeared. A lot had happened during that week.

A horrible dispute between Abuela Alma and her Granddaughter, little Mirabel had ocurred, causing the whole Casita to crumble down. What no one was expecting (Aside from the mentioned above), Bruno had returned. But who’s Bruno? Bruno Madrigal, the man who messed your future up, the man that by just capturing a glimpse of his eyes and making him speak, your future would be full of horrible things.

Or at least, that’s what everyone said when asked about Bruno.

You had volunteered to help rebuild Casita alongside the rest of the Encanto. You had a good relationship with the Madrigals. You ran a small but very loved bakery. Something you liked doing was delivering baked goods to the Madrigals as a way to thank them for their constant help.

You were known around the Encanto as a kind being. Not to the extreme of being known as an “Angel”, but you were a respected civilian. To put it simple, the townspeople respected and liked you. You knew how to manage yourself and when to stand up for someone and yourself. You knew when to stop being kind and you knew how to act when the situation requires it.

Your first encounter with Bruno went better than what you had expected.

You were helping the man with painting one of the walls of Casita. Even though both of you were quite nervous to talk to each other at first, you because you were in front of the victim of the townspeople’s horrible gossip and Bruno because he was afraid about what you thought about him. Luckily for the both of you, you managed to engange in a friendly conversation about everyday stuff. You became from acquaintances to friends, friends to awkward crushes, awkward crushes to courting each other and finally ended up being a happy couple for four years.

Back to present day, you were currently delivering some cupcakes and freshly baked cookies and cakes for a nice tea party with Isabela. Tomorrow was her birthday, and it wasn’t a secret to anyone that she loved you most out of her Tio and Tia. You were the first person she would go to when she was having a problem, wanted help with decorating something full of plants or just wanted to spend time with you. Your objective was to organize a nice tea party with her sisters, Antonio and Dolores, maybe if Isa wanted Pepa, Alma and Julieta could come to. The only reason Camilo wasn’t invited was because of a little fight they had had over two days ago Isa was still petty over, and she had yet to ask Bruno, something you would do later.

You encountered Mirabel while on your trip to the Casita, stopping a while to give her a hug.

— Oh, ¡Mi angelita Mirabel! ¿How’s everything going, mi querida Mirabel?

— ¡Jaja, Buenos Días Tía Y/N/N! Everything’s going fine, I was just on my way to deliver Señora Olivia a newly sewed dress she commissioned me with. Apparently she’s having an important date with some guy around town.

Mirabel decided to gossip about Señora Olivia’s love life, but you kindly rejected. You hated gossip.

— Jaja, Gracias Mirabel, but save it for another day, this basket is quite heavy, ¡This baked goods won’t carry themse-

— LA PUTA MADRE, ¡¡¡ALGUIEN AYÚDEME!!!

Upon hearing the vulgar scream, a scream filled with despair and agony, you quickly turned your head to see what the hell was the cause of the call for help.

Oh well, you weren’t expecting this.

You surely weren’t expecting to see a man filled with bruised.

He had multiple cuts in his face, some were almost visible while others were dripping with blood. His nose was visibly broken and he had a purple eye. His clothing was almost ripped to shreds and deep cuts could be seen where skin was visible. Blood and cuts decorated his entire body, his chest was probably filled with the red liquid. He was wearing a white shirt with rolled up sleeves, and oh dear, he had multiple stab wounds and cuts so long you couldn’t see the end.

The townspeople let out screams and gasps of surprise, and while some were petrified, others were running to the poor guy and helped each other to lift him up while he twisted and turned, screaming in agony.

Mirabel looked at you not knowing what to do, and you, although still impacted with the sudden appearance, you handed her the basket filled with Cakes and much more and you ran up to the townspeople to guide them to Casita.

— ¡Todos, escuchen! Let’s take the man right to Julieta. Mirabel, be a dear and go tell your mother to bring some food, we’ll be there soon. ¡Rápido!

Mirabel nodded and ran to the Casita to search for her mom.

You were guiding the others to the Casita, trying to pacify the man, although it was impossible.

Then, something weird ocurred.

— AGH! LEAVE ME ALONE! IT IS MOVING INSIDE OF ME! I CAN FEEL IT CRAWLING THROUGH ME! TAKE ME BACK! YOU’LL ALL REGRET THIS!

Alongside his words, weird tentacles started to sprout out of his wounds.

Not many had seen the tentacles due to their concentration in taking the man to safety whilst ignoring his wishes, and the ones who noticed the.. “Things”, same as you, let out gasps of surprise and even screams.

Still, you had hope he could be saved.

— ¡SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND SAVE ENERGY! ¡You’ll be alright!

•••

Finally, you had arrived to La Casa Madrigal. The man, who had been screaming and twisting had passed out, which meant that Julieta must do her job quickly.

Los Madrigals got out of Casita immediately after hearing the news from Mirabel. Pepa was covering Antonio’s eyes while keeping him close to her, as well as Camilo and Dolores who was hugging Mariano, scared.

The three sisters, Isabela, Luisa and Mirabel were all behind their father, hugging each other afraid of the commotion.

Bruno had immediately ran up to you, hugging you tight and taking you away from all the commotion. Julieta appeared with a bowl full of Buñuelos and she had taken one, until,

Well.

Something horrible ocurred.

Bigger tentacles started to sprout out of the man’s cuts, wrapping his arms and legs, and even trapping some villagers while the others started running away in pure fear.

Pepa quickly turned to Dolores, afraid that the screaming might be hurting her bad, but when she checked on her,

She wasn’t covering her ears.

The weather wasn’t changing either, even though Pepa was covered in fear.

Isabela quickly put her hand in front of her, trying to make some vines that could trap the monster..

That didn’t work out.

— Oh dear..

Pepa just hugged her youngest son tighter, petrified.

— ¡EVERYBODY, RUN!

Félix shouted, grabbing his oldest son’s hands and his wife’s, starting to run away from La Casa Madrigal. Dolores alongside Mariano followed them, although not before helping her Poot abuela Alma alongside Mirabel, Luisa and Agustin. You grabbed Bruno’s hand to start fleeing from the scene, Julieta joining you too.

Then, you all heard a growl.

One so loud you had to cover your ears, leaving everyone stunned.

And the villagers crumbled to the ground.

The closest villagers who didn’t escape, they crumbled to the ground. They screamed. Twisted and turned. Fainted..

And came back alive.

But with a desire.

One of them, a woman with a long beautiful skirt and a white blouse, her skin once beautiful and cared of was now almost grey, her eyes injected with blood. She slowly walked to a man, too petrified to even move a muscle.

She fucking bit his neck.

She tore all skin apart.

She killed him.

She was eating him.

The people who had been on the ground just a minute ago, were now lifting themselves up, a desire to eat human flesh invading all their senses.

— Oh shit OH SHIT OH SHIT-

Spoke Bruno, starting to run, pulling you alongside him.

When Pepa turned her back to run, Antonio was able to see the scene.

Traumatized, scared and not knowing what the fuck was happening, he let out a scream.

One scream that attracted a zombie.

Julieta, the one who was behind everyone, got her arm pulled.

— ¡MAMÁ!

Yelled Mirabel, leaving Abuela Alma for her mother, but was stopped by Mariano grabbing her arm with strength.

— ¡Mirabel, we need to go! ¡AHORA!

He tried reasoning with her, but she just wouldn’t have it. She tried wiggling out of Mariano’s grasp, but it was just impossible.

— ¡AGUSTÍN! ¡MY CHILDREN! ¡Please, leave! ¡I’ll be fine! ¡I’ll catch up!

Agustín, starting to cry, starting moving forward, Mariano doing the same while pulling his wife and Mirabel.

— ¡Mamá!..

Mirabel started crying, Isabela and Luisa doing the same.

They needed to get away.

Julieta, stay strong.

That was all you could think of while the woman fought of unknown creatures.

Let this be a nightmare. Please.

✨

Aaand that’s chapter one! Don’t worry, this is not the end of Julieta’s story!

I left some References to Resident Evil in this chapter. Leave a comment if you found it! 😉

Hope y’all liked the chapter! I’ll try to update as soon as I can ☺️

Have a great day!

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