#just because someone says something in a tone you don’t like

[poeticmystery]

I’m on my knees begging for a jealous percy x fem!reader please 🙏🙏

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ ALWAYS BEEN HERE (p.j.)

summary : in which percy and y/n din’t notice each other, even though they’ve always been there.

w.c. : about 1.5k

a/n : first writing in a few months! there’ll probably (definitely) be a part 2 for this but i just needed tk get smth out 😭

requests r still open!

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warning(s) : none!

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percy shouldn’t care if you were flirting with another guy. even if that guy was taller, stronger, and older. he shouldn’t care. he really really shouldn’t. the two of you hated each other.

that being said, he couldn’t draw his eyes away from you and luke castellan’s bodies, so close you were practically touching. you laughed at every one of the older boy’s jokes, your lips rounding around your teeth and you smiled widely.

“gods, they’re all over each other,” the boy scoffed, looking to his best friend, tearing his stare away from the sight across the campfire flames.

grover, as unphased as ever, just shrugs. “yeah. have been for a couple weeks now,” he says, shoving a perfectly-roasted marshmallow into his mouth, “‘m happy for them. they seem to like each other.”

“yeah, a lot.” percy adds with a roll of his eyes.

“i don’t get it!” he continues, “why are they so out and the open about it?! that’s too much pda.”

he would act this way with anyone, right? yeah. you guys just shouldn’t be on top of each other like that.

“percy, they’re barely touching,” his satyr friend points out, his voice flat.

“so?- still! grover, you’re supposed to be on my side,” percy insisted.

“alright,” the overall passive boy supports, “i guess they’re kinda close, especially in public.”

“exactly!” percy agreed, enthusiastic while keeping his voice low.

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the next time percy saw you and luke together was at the arena. you and percy were sparring, your swords clashing together as sweat fell down the both of you.

suddenly, luke came into frame. he wasn’t in the way, or even in the main part where people would spar. he was sort of off to the sides, but close enough to distract percy.

you were able to pin the boy down, cheering in triumph and getting off of him.

he blinked, his brain catching up to what had just happened. he lay still on the dirt, looking up at you.

“dude, are you gonna get up?”

except it wasn’t your voice, it was luke’s.

luke stood over him, just mere inches away from where you were standing. why did you guys always have to be like that?

it was like the gods were trying to torture him.

luke wasn’t even a good person, not even close to good enough for you. you were sweet, and funny, and you always thought of others. maybe you weren’t that way withh percy, but he wasn’t blind.

“need a hand?” you asked, extending your arms towards him.

he grabbed it silently, pulling himself up.

his mouth opened to say something, to relieve himself of the thoughts swirling through his head. though, he didn’t get the chance to, considering luke came up to you, slinging an arm around your shoulder.

“c’mon,” the boy said, his tone slightly harsher than percy preferred.

that stayed with anyone. nobody should be talked to like that, even if he constantly butted heads with them.

surpising not only you, but his self aswell, he shot you an apologetic glance.

you just let it slide off, as if you hadn’t seen anything at all.

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later on that week, he saw you and luke arguing about something.

the two of you shouted at each other, words percy couldn’t pick up. luke was looking st you, a flame in his eye, as if he didn’t care at all.

percy knew you saw it to, because you held your hand up, then stormed off.

he couldn’t lie, he felt bad. you didn’t deserve that. you deserved someone better, someone who would care.

that clearly wasn’t luke.

should he comfort you? you looked upset.

he should atleast ask if you were alright.

so that’s what he did.

he slowly approached you, as if you would turn and get angry at him for doing so. you were turned away, your back facing him as you chewed anxiously on your nail.

“y/n?” he called out, standing a couple feet away from you.

you spun on your heel, your tear-brimmed eyes not going unnoticed by percy. he didn’t comment on it, wanting to at least let you have something.

“i uh, heard what happened. you alright?” the boy asked, his hand reaching up to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck, awaiting your response.

he watched as your facade changed, pulling your hand away from your lips sighing deeply.

“yeah, i guess. he was an asshole, so i mean, it was bound to happen,” you said, trying to assure you weren’t sad. your voice cracked as you spoke, something you tried to cover with a small laugh.

after years of arguing with you, percy had gotten used to all the small things about you. how you were when you were lying, when you were sad, angry, anything.

so, he said the first thing that came to mind.

“want a, uh, hug or something?”

that wasn’t weird, right?

of course not.

he was just comforting you. he’d do it with anyone, obviously. he wasn’t a monster. he wasn’t about to just let you stand there in yiur sadness.

you just nodded, hesitantly wrapping your arms around the boy’s neck.

the embrace was a stiff, but comforting nonetheless. it was good to know there was at least someone who believed you and din’t blame you for the split.

you knew in just a few hours time people would start asking luke what happened, and fall victim to his charm, just as you had.

percy waited until you pulled away first, not wanting you to feel like he was just doing this to do it. he truly didn’t mind holding you for longer, and over a few seconds he tightened his arms, making it feel more natural.

after a moment, you unraveled your arms from him, sending him a soft smile to accompany your soft words.

“thank you, percy.”

he took in your appearance, his eyes roaming all around your face. a small tear had made its’ way down your cheek, something that he didn’t fail to notice, but also didn’t want to comment on.

after all, you two weren’t close. what would he do if you started crying? he didn’t have time to think about it, as you turned and walked quickly towards your cabin, as if you had been itching to get away.

he saw you next at the campfire, a few days later. considering the amount of time that had passed, he just assumed that you were taking time to comprehend everything.

when you sat across the fire from him, you looked completely fine. as if nothing had happened.

your friends swarmed around you, their faces lighting up at the sight of you. percy assumed they hadn’t seen you either.

you laughed and chatted with the other half-bloods around you, but it all looked strained to percy. maybe he just wasn’t used to you smiling in any way except sarcastically, or the stuff with like was still hitting you hard.

luke.

percy’s mind roamed. what had you even seen in him? he couldn’t have been that funny. and he certainly wasn’t the nicest guy around.

was it his looks? percy asked himself. he knew luke was attractive, but that couldn’t be it.

his thoughts vanished as he heard someone say your name.

they seemed to do that now a days. he chalked it up to you going through rough time.

he heard your name again, and saw you sort of pretending you didn’t hear it. your conversation with your friends continued, not paying any mind to someone trying to get your attention.

rude, the boy thought, his previous feelings for you resurfacing.

his negativity towards you dissolved as he saw who was bidding for you.

luke.

why did everything revolve around luke?

he didn’t know why, but percy wanted to help you.

him and luke weren’t friends, but they weren’t enemies. so, he approached the other boy, sparking up a conversation. he said everything he could think of, anything that would get luke off of your back.

as much as percy disliked you, he disliked seeing you cry even more. so, if he stopped someone from making you cry, it was a win-win.

he walked off with luke, looking back to see if anyone was looking at him and the other boy. when he did, he locked eyes with you, and noticed a small smile blooming from your lips.

he offered one back, then watched as you turned back to your friends.

maybe you guys weren’t so against each other anymore.

percy couldn’t help but smile at the thought.

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[the-broken-pen]

Hiii, I love your writing! It's so great that you're back! Could you write something like two actors are playing hero/villain in a movie or theater, but both of them sometimes just gets too in character/or just gets too stuck in character, so for like moments they actually forget that they are just acting?

“You didn’t think I’d let you die by anyone else’s hand but mine, did you?” The villain cocked their head to the side, grinning.

Distantly, the hero registered the whispering of stage commands, but tuned it out.

“You can’t just kill anyone who threatens me,” they argued back. They watched as the villain’s grin sharpened.

“Watch me,” the villain whispered, stepping closer. Fake blood was drying on the side of the hero’s head, and it itched more than usual. Must be a new brand from costuming.

“I could arrest you,” they offered, but they let the hesitation show on their face. Visible enough for the camera to catch their unwillingness, no matter how fake it was. Good enough nobody could tell the difference between real and not.

“You won’t.”

The hero tipped one head to the side

“And why’s that?”

The hero shifted, leaning in towards the villain.

“Because you’re mine,” the villain whispered, tone playful as their eyes seared into the hero’s.

The hero’s mouth went dry. It wasn’t on purpose.

Something kindled in their chest.

“Oh yeah?”

The villain shrugged one shoulder in perfect time to the script, and the hero pulled the next line to the tip of their tongue—

“Prove it.”

That was not the next line.

That wasn’t a line at all.

The villain blinked just once, the only sign of surprise they would allow, before their grin widened. Their shoulders loosened into something feral, something that delighted in this change.

Something that belonged off-stage.

“I’m covered in the blood of the people who hurt you,” the villain’s voice was smooth sliding down the hero’s spine. They shivered. “What more proof do you want, love.”

They blushed furiously at the nickname, even underneath the stage makeup, and at the pleased look on the villain’s face, it was visible.

What was the line what was the line what—

Their hands fisted into the front of the villain’s costume, dragging them closer. The villain let them, hand settling on the hero’s waist in a movement far too smooth.

“I don’t know,” the hero murmured, and they were just as surprised as the villain when their lips hovered just over the other’s ear. “Why don’t you stop trying to kill me, for starters.”

The villain tugged them closer, and the hero’s eyes went to their lips.

The villain looked at the hero like they wanted to devour them.

Fuck, what had been the line—

“Oh, but you’re so pretty covered in blood, Hero,” the villain crooned, and the hero opened their mouth to say something, their tongue a separate entity from their brain at this point—

“Hold!” Someone off-stage called, and they both froze. A second later, they were halfway across the stage from one another. Slipping out of being the hero and back into being themself felt like hitting a brick wall.

If the way the villain shuddered was any indication, they had forgotten they were playing a character too.

The hero turned away to face the tech crew, hand settling over their face to hide their blush.

The villain’s gaze was molten and heavy on their shoulders, even from as far away as they were.

“I don’t think that’s in the blocking,” the stage manager frowned, flipping through the script.

None of that was the blocking. No matter how much the stage manager searched those pages they would never find those lines.

Fuck.

“Improv,” the hero choked out, flushing. “It was, uh. A creative choice—“

From behind one of the curtains, they heard a crew member snort, muttering something about teenage actors and horniness—

The villain was smirking, a wicked thing.

“Right,” the stage manager said slowly, brow furrowed from where they sat. They murmured something into their headset, eyes shifting up between the villain and the hero, before they slid a screen in front of themself.

Just barely, the hero could make out the shape of the scene they had just filmed.

The screen went black, the room silent for a moment, before the stage manager let out a long suffering sigh.

“We’re changing the blocking.”

“What?” The hero yelped.

The villain settled their hands into their pockets, unbothered and grinning.

“We’re keeping the scene,” the stage manager nodded towards their tablet, and the hero almost passed out on the spot. They watched the stage manager eye the pleased and possessive look on the villain’s face. “For now, though, let’s call it a wrap for the day.”

Shuffling began, lights flickering off, and the hero escaped to their own dressing room, panting slightly.

Dear god, they were so fucked. They had forgotten they were acting, again—

“Improv, hm?” The villain grinned, lock sliding into place. The hero hadn’t even heard them come in.

The hero groaned. “I don’t know what happened—“

“Yeah,” the villain nodded, and they were closer than they had been a moment ago.

The hero swallowed.

“I’m sorry.”

The villain raised an eyebrow. “For what?”

The hero waved one hand between them. “For, you know—“

The villain was still smiling.

It was then they remember who had fought so hard in the writers’ room for the villain and the hero to end up together.

‘Enemies to lovers,’ the villain had said, eyes dark. ‘The fans will love it. There’s been sub plot for the last two seasons.’

The directors had pushed back, but now—

Oh. The villain wasn’t mad.

They were pleased.

The hero choked.

“You,” the hero tried.

“Me,” the villain agreed, and then they were kissing, all-consuming and desperate.

They made a noise in the back of their throat, the villain twining their hand into the hero’s hair.

“You forgot you were acting,” the villain murmured against their lips, and kissed them again before the hero could defend themself. “That I’m not really your villain and you aren’t my hero.”

The villain settled the hero onto the counter, coming to stand between their legs, one hand on their hip.

“Fuck,” they gasped, and they could feel the villain’s grin against their skin.

“Mhm.”

Somehow, the hero’s arms had ended up looped over the villain’s shoulders.

“Maybe stop killing people, and I’ll consider it,” they said between breaths.

“What?” The villain pulled back slightly.

“The line I forgot,” the hero said. They could drown in the villain’s eyes, they were sure of it. “Maybe stop killing people—“

“Don’t care,” the villain bit out, and then their mouth was on the hero’s again and nothing else mattered.

Maybe they weren’t truly hero and villain—but god were they good at pretending.

Three months later, the internet couldn’t decide what was better—that finally, after years, the hero and villain had ended up together on screen; or that off stage, their actors were desperately, hopelessly in love too.

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[nina-renmen]

You’re Mine Pt.4

I’m in my era where I can produce 2-3 fics a day but I lose motivation within a week 😭 anyway, sorry for the long wait! As you all know there are Yandere themes such as mentions of drugging, murder, drinking and other themes that are not suited for minors or people that can’t handle this. You have been warned! (This fix is not prof read)

part 1 part 2 part 3

The worst thing about this job was the aftermath of missions. The one thing y/n didn’t like was having to stay in one place after getting shot. The darker toned woman sat down, her leg throbbing. She was just thankful that it stopped bleeding. Unbeknownst to her, y/n’s captain stood around the corner. Y/n had gone on a solo mission, it was completed with no casualties but she did pay the price by getting shot. Although the bullet went straight through, price knew she wouldn’t be on her feet for a few days, maybe even weeks.

Outside he stood holding a sugary treat. Something y/n had told him she liked on their ‘date’. He fiddled with the packaged candy in his hands. Contemplating on going inside of her room, but just as he decided to do so, he heard y/n’s phone ring.

Looking down at her phone y/n saw her father’s contact name. Without waisting any time she answered it, putting it on speaker so she could changer her bandages. “Hey dad.” Y/n spoke first as she grabbed the roll of bandages and disinfected. “Y/n, sweetie….are you okay?” He asked. His voice sounding worried. Y/n only brushed it off as him being worried because of her wound. Word travels fast within the military.

“Yes dad….the bullet went through my leg. I should be back on my feet in two weeks or so.” The sound of bandages opening filled the silence as her father didn’t say anything in return. After a few moments he finally spoke up.

“No….thats too long. I’ll have one of my men come get you.” He said in almost a rushed tone.

“My wound isn’t that bad. I’m taking care of it and-“

“Not the wound y/n. I want you to stay away from Price.” General l/n spoke over y/n. Like a commander, barking orders at his subordinates. “Dad…Price isn’t that bad. He’s can be a little rough around the edges but he’s not bad.” Y/n said as she finished pouring the disinfectant alcohol over the wound.

“Y/n….Price has been looking into you. He’s stalking you. I want you out of that squad immediately.” Y/n furrowed her eyebrows as she hauled her movements. Sure…it was normal to look into someone. Y/n had looked into Price to see what he’d accomplished to get in the role of a captain but that was it. “Dad….thats normal. Maybe I’ve been late to a meeting or-“

“Stop making excuses for that man….ill tell you what. If I get you stone hard proof, you leave that squad with now argument. Okay?”

Y/n sighed as she wrapped her leg. Making sure not to put it on too tight. “Dad, I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

Y/n paused. She wasn’t sure how he’d react to this. “He’s my soulmate. I found out a while ago and-“

“You don’t think to tell me?” General l/n’s voice was softer this time. He seemed more understanding of the situation. “If I had known I wouldn’t have had made a big fuss.”

“It’s alright. I know you’re only looking out for me.” Y/n replied. As she finished tiring off the bandages.

“I still don’t trust him. My parents were soulmates and my father killed my mother, but you know that already. Don’t drop your guard just because he’s your soulmate.” Y/n’s father started. “Just because he loves you, doesn’t mean he won’t hurt you. Treat him just like any other man you’d come across.”

He was right. Loving someone dosn’t always mean you’re compatible or vise versa. “Okay..”

“Promise me.” General l/n’s voice grew stern.

“I promise.”

“And make sure you carry a gun on your dates.” Y/n’s father advised.

“I already do. No need to remind me.” Y/n said as she rolled her eyes.

“I’m just making sure you’re safe. You’re my only daughter.”

Y/n smiled at that. “I’ll be safe…..” There was a small silence between the two of them until he spoke up. “Alright then. Well I have to get back to work. Don’t cause too much trouble, I love you.”

Y/n laughed as she told him she loved him before he hung up. Sitting in silence, y/n thought about what he said. Even though she brushed it off she couldn’t help but be a bit wary of John.

A knock on her door startled her from her thoughts. Pushing those bad feeling away she called out. “Come in.”

The door opened, revealing John. He was in nothing but a blue shirt and khaki pants. His hand holding up y/n’s favorite sweet treat.

“I…heard you got injured. So I got you this.” He said, holding it up. Y/n’s eyes trailed over to the sweet treat. A grin carved on her face, giving price the green light to step into the room. He closed the door behind him before handing Y/n the sweet treat. Y/n’s fingers wrapped around the packaging. She thanked him with a smile as she tore open the wrapping paper like a child that had just been gifted candy.

“Is the medication working?” Price asked, trying to make small talk as he sat in the chair that was beside Y/n’s bed. He got comfortable in the chair. It was obvious he planned on staying a while.

“Not really.” Y/n said truthfully. “The medicine here dosn’t really work on me.”

John looked at y/n curiously. “Why is that?”

Y/n let out a nervous chuckle, as she leaned back into her pile of pillows that propped her up. “I didn’t grow up in a stable nehiborhood. My parents worked so much that I was sent to live with family members that weren’t so great. I picked up some bad habits if you know what I mean.” Y/n stated. “I’m clean now, but I still have a high tolerance for it.”

John nodded. He didn’t seem disgusted or disappointed. He seemed grateful that y/n told him. “I appreciate you telling me.” He said honestly. Unfortunately for y/n he only appreciated that y/n told him about it so he can up her dosage. If she hadn’t told him then he would have been confused as to why she hadn’t passed out after eating the snack he spiked.

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[badcisions]

🦇   𓈒 Why are you ( @trulycupid ) saying cracker is a slur ?

Last time I checked a slur is based off something you can’t control like race, ethnicity, religion, and etc. Your historical fact is in fact wrong and actually an outdated argument used by racist white people during slavery in American history. It was not just an insult against poor, southern Americans but a phrase that relates to how white people back then treated black people like cattle. While also relating to the sound of a whip cracking in the back of black people. This can also be changed on multiple perspectives since I’m also indigenous and know the horrors of colonization on my people. This can be expanded on that they pushed indigenous people out of their homes and made them walk miles. Not to mention, the beatings with whips if they didn’t move fast enough even on children. Even back then white people had the choice to not slave, colonize, and destroy homes race/ethnic minorities. So, the use of the definition I mentioned before in my first sentence cannot be used on the phrase “cracker”.

Yes, i can admit nowadays the phrase cracker is today as a joke between people whose cis race isn’t white. It however isn’t used as an insult towards a “stupid white person”. If you take it seriously, then that’s on you personally.

Also, the reason most non-american countries don’t view this as a slur is because of the historical wide acceptance of slavery in the European continent or the disconnect of culture from non-European white people. As in someone who is white but raised in a spot where they’re not seen as there race but as there ethnicity or the not around the notion that them being white is a life changing difference.

Oh, btw any race can say the word “cracker” because every race has been affected historically by white people. Also, white people have also been against their own race based on cultural differences or for personal gain. This is highlighted in Operation Barbarossa, The reformation, and many more events handled with violence in mind.

You probably took the start of the information from this source ( cracker term ) without reading the whole thing. Next time read everything before jumping to conclusions. ( Just a suggestion )

All it takes is a good google search chain to find all this out. My special interest is history so . . .try to find something to fact check. If you reply with “oh well” it only talks about your character as a person.

This whole thing is in a not mean tone but an informative tone. I don’t know why everyone is hating and berating you instead of trying to give you correct information. This is also not me arguing but talking in a civil manner.

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[finniestoncrane]

Your One True Nemesis

Chapter 39: also on AO3 Masterlist Here Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 1.5k am i going to cry because this is almost over? maybe lmao💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: some angst, but mostly ambiguous feelings

“My dear, will you please join me in the workshop?”

Eddie’s voice rang out through the hall. Loud, but not sharp. Oddly soft. And there was no hint of sarcasm, no patronising tone, to the pet name he offered you. This alone was enough to make you suspicious, sending pangs of cold, chilling fear through your body as you worried what might be in store for you. That was your default as of late. Things had been difficult since the orphanage, and you had settled comfortably on that being all your fault. And now, anytime you spoke to Eddie, anytime he needed to speak to you, your first thought was always negative, jumping to fearful conclusions that had you so on edge that you were finding yourself exhausted constantly, strung high and forever tetchy.

As you walked into the workroom, he turned to you, his face coloured by an expression you hadn’t seen often in him, making it difficult to recognise. Confusion? Lack of understanding? Lost without an answer. Unlike him. But, despite looking as though he had no idea what he was doing or what he was going to say, he spoke anyway. Very much like him. 

“I would like to assuage some… concerns I think you might have been having. Some that I shared until I spent the night dedicating my immense and spectacular brain power to this little conundrum.”

He paused, expecting you to roll your eyes at his ego, but you were staring, unblinking, waiting patiently and focused for his next words.

“As you will know, I have been incredibly busy this past few weeks. I apologise for that, and I apologise for not involving you as much in my work. I felt that you needed a rest, or deserved a rest, or… it doesn’t matter. This work… I’m intending on it being a surprise. For everyone, but mostly for you.”

Your mouth twisted into a confused look, at least that part of your worries could be filed away for now. It had been a while since he had asked anything of you, and to know it wasn’t out of anger or disappointment, or, god forbid, him practising living without you, you could feel the knots in your stomach easing slightly.

“For some time, I’ve been working on a project. One I couldn’t involve you in, even as my assistant. As a trusted party, as a friend. Or more than a friend.”

There was a struggle behind the words, as though he were worried about how they would come out. Scared he might commit to too much, to overstep a boundary neither of you had placed by calling you something more. 

“I don’t want you to be hurt.”

Your heart thudded, deep in your chest. Like it had fallen from your throat to the bottom of your rib cage. It knocked you back, the feeling, the knowledge that he cared enough to leave you out of something dangerous. To stop you from doing what was still your job just to make sure nothing bad happened to you. But you were still nervous, still speechless, and unable to speak before he started talking again.

“I think this is why I find it difficult to express my intentions for the future. Because I do have plans, but…”

He gestured around the room, at his failed plans, broken creations, settling his fingertips on old and new scars that covered his body.

“... Completely asinine to plan ahead when you’re… someone like me.”

You hated how right he was. The future, especially to an unreformed criminal, was always blurred, never quite there. Never manageable or predictable, no matter how much they would like it to be. No matter how smart they were. 

Eddie’s hand on your shoulder pulled you from your thoughts, your eyes settling on his as he focused intensely on you.

“I hate for this to be rushed, but Halloween is fast approaching and I have it on good authority that we will be rather busy come the big night. So I need you to know now that I will require you to be at this exact address at this specific time. Tomorrow night, the furthest tunnel, 9pm. Can you do that?”

You chose to ignore the tone, his question sounding very familiar to the sarcastic ones he would ask you when you first began to work for him. When he would ask if you could do something simple with the shit-eating grin of a man determined to get to you. Which of course, he had, and still did. 

“Is that… the question you had to ask me?”

Eddie reached his hand out, placing it awkwardly, almost formally, against the side of your upper arm.

“No, my dear. That has to wait until tomorrow. I just need to know… that despite everything, you’ll be there.”

The pause before you answered was a little too long, distressing on your end because it meant you didn’t immediately know the answer. Tortuous on Eddie’s as he waited to find out what his future really held in store. 

“I… I’ll be there, Eddie.”

He let out a sigh of relief, grabbing your shoulders as he placed his hands down firmly on them.

“Good. Good… Thank you.”

You offered him a smile, one that was so obviously awkward and forced to you both, before you turned and began making your way back to your room. Eddie hadn’t asked you to leave, but you knew he wanted you to. And you needed the space to think. Some time alone to settle your nerves and wonder what kind of cryptic bullshit Eddie was rambling about this time. 

A smile crossed your lips. At least that felt like normal. Eddie being strange, difficult to comprehend, frantic in his delivery of emotions. Strangely comforting. 

It really had been actually. Comforting. It was awkward, yes, but only because you let it be. You were in the headspace for that. You had been thinking negatively prior to even seeing Eddie’s face for the first time that day. But maybe the tone had been light, or would have been if you had let it be. Maybe there was something warm and tender in the way he said he needed you, to be there, to trust him. That there was an overarching meaning behind his behaviour, behind the words he said, the things he did. His future, though complicated, would be one you were a part of if he had any control over it, and that you had to trust him of that. The question he had to ask-

Fuck. 

This could be it. 

It felt like it. 

The rushed speech, the way he held your arms, looked deep into your eyes. Frantic, but excited. That felt like the mood you recognised from terrible sitcoms. The preamble to an inevitable proposal. An engagement. A declaration of love of the highest, most official, order. 

Mrs Nigma. What a complete gas. What a twist. What a… nightmare? 

Maybe he was going to do it. Maybe it would be ok. Maybe it was right. But it didn’t feel right. Did it feel wrong though?

It did feel wrong. It felt so wrong. So rushed. So unlike him. The guilt felt like it could almost swallow you, envelop you in an inky black substance that erased any other emotion you might be capable of. You had, for some reason, put an immense amount of pressure on everything. On your relationship, on Eddie. And he was responding like one of the rats in the sewer, stuck in a trap that it had tried to wriggle free from, but had eventually accepted its fate and succumbed to the slow death. Was that what your relationship was? A stifling, suffocating trap? Were you hindering his work? Stealing his focus? Making him make choices, take actions, that he never would have before or under his own will? 

But really, how much influence did you really think you could have over him? Realistically, you knew he was still, at his very rore, Edward Nigma. The Riddler. And you were still just you. Maybe a version of you that he cared for, and one he had learned to compromise with. But still, you couldn’t imagine that his feelings towards you would sway his very lifestyle or his long standing goals. 

And yet… you could let yourself believe that in fantasy. So then came another pang of guilt. You had to admit to yourself that if you could have Edward, if you could take him away from the things that gave him purpose, you would. Selfishly. You might be able to convince yourself that it was better for him in the long run, but what did you know? You weren’t his psychiatrist or psychologist or therapist. So many had tried and failed before you. What made you different?

Love? Compromise? 

So why couldn’t you compromise? 

Why couldn’t you accept your status with him? What? It wasn’t enough to just be with him anymore? You deserved more than that? 

Each hour that passed by only brought more worry, more questions without answers, possibilities both positive and negative that clouded your mind. The only thing you really were sure about was that, if he asked the question you suspected he might ask, that you wouldn’t say no.

Or would you.

Shit. 

Turns out, you really didn’t know anything. 

Just like Eddie had said when he first met you. Always right. Of course he was.

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[mi-rae07]

Park Seonghwa : His Sunshine

Pairing : Park Seonghwa (Ateez) and named character (Lee Byeol)

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Synopsis : Lee Byeol is known as the star girl of the magic world, her beauty, wit, wisdom and power second to none. Her smile could make the hardest of men melt, her sparkling green eyes having the power to enchant anyone. Her presence itself radiated glory and royalty.

Park Seonghwa was the opposite, a morally grey man in most ways. Cold, mysterious, private, powerful and hard. His jet black eyes considered similar to his shut off heart of steel. His powers were the only ones that could possibly compare to byeol's. If hers were emerald green, his were jet black.

And now byeol is out to find a husband for herself, in order to acquire her estates. Seonghwa is meant to find someone for her, but what if he doesn't want someone else to have her?

What if he wants her to himself, all his?

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The second Lee Byeol had walked into the party at seonghwa’s family manor he had understood why everyone called her the star girl of magic world. With her bobbed ginger hair, sparkling green siren eyes, hourglass figure, exquisite and expensive taste in fashion, rich and powerful family background, he could immediately guess what kind of a person she was. The kind of person that had that aura and confidence that made everyone want to be with her, friend or enemy, just be with her. She seemed to be flawless.

Keyword, seemed.

Seeing the way she smiled at people that came up to talk to her, shaking hands and pretending as if she hadn’t killed two of the most powerful demons that once cursed this land at the mere age of 17, seonghwa knew there was something inside her that she let no one see. Considering as how Seonghwa had killed 5 of those demons before he reached 20, that kind of power and magic came at a price. It required something, something dark.

Seonghwa watched as he saw san recognize him, quickly ushering byeol towards him as he said excitedly

San : seonghwa, this is lee byeol.

Byeol looked expectantly at seonghwa, waiting for him to take her gloved hand and kiss it like every gentleman in her life did. It was a custom, a sign of a well brought up man. But she probably didn’t know seonghwa didn't care about those customs, he did not engage in those kind of things either.

He did not believe that the sign of a well brought up man was that of kissing a lady's hand. And so he stared right at byeol before saying in a cold tone

Seonghwa : yes, good evening miss lee.

Byeol raised her eyebrow in amusement as she smiled before saying

Byeol : park seonghwa, yes? The one who killed-

San : ugh yes four greater demons. No one ever gets tired of that do they?

Byeol : how many have you killed again, mr choi?

San : it’s because I didn’t know, alright? I was uh…sleeping at the time, yes. If it was in the morning I'd have it done within seconds.

Byeol chuckled as san’s eyes widened at something far from them, excusing himself shortly before rushing off somewhere. Byeol turned to face seonghwa again as she eyed him carefully before saying

Byeol : I’ve heard you’re the classic type of man, morally grey they call it. Cold, mysterious, angsty, private, what not?

Seonghwa : I take that as a compliment, thank you.

Byeol : back where I come from we take that as an insult, mr park. A man who cannot engage in human conversations and live as such in this world is considered…insecure, out of touch even.

Seonghwa : well, thank the angel I don’t come from Italy then.

Byeol's lips quirked up in amusement as she asked

Byeol : oh? So you researched about me?

Seonghwa : Beatrice Byeol Lee, heiress of the richest most powerful magical family in all of Europe. Known for her charms, beauty, wit, wisdom, and other things I didn't bother paying attention to. It got quite boring.

Byeol rolled her eyes as seonghwa said

Seonghwa : san told me all about you, he’s trying to set me up with you it seems.

Byeol hid the disappointment.

Byeol : he has taste.

Seonghwa : last lady he dated was a secret vampire. Almost drained him of all his blood while he was sleeping before he managed to rid himself off her.

Byeol squinted her eyes as she smiled and said softly

Byeol : so you’ve killed 4 greater demons, yes?

Seonghwa just nodded at that

Byeol : well there’s another one coming, and you’ll let me impress the folks here as it is my first time with them, yes? Be a gentleman?

Seonghwa frowned as he felt sudden demon energy around him, his hand instinctively going to the blade sheathed in his waist. He was just about to pull it out as precaution when byeol held his hand instead, bowing down as she kissed it before whispering with a wink

Byeol : I owe you one, mr park.

Byeol swiftly turned around and walked towards the ground just as the demon appeared, making the people around gasp as their hands all went to their blades as well.

Seonghwa sighed as he leaned against the pillar, deciding to just watch byeol. He supposed intruding now would be quite low even for his standards, plus he was intrigued to see what the fuss about her was all about.

Byeol clicked her heel against the other as the heel part changed into knives, making seonghwa scoff. Was she really going to fight with knife shoes? He couldn't imagine landing on those without tripping and fracturing a bone.

The demon snarled, walking closer to byeol as no one around dared to enter the fight. They were all interested to know how byeol would handle this. The demon wasn’t really a greater demon either, but it did have considerable amount of magic in it. Seonghwa wondered if byeol would be able to manage it unprepared.

Byeol brought her right hand out as her family sword appeared in it magically, it's green flames sparkling. The necrosword, the world's most powerful sword ever made. It had enough magic in them to be transformed into a bow, knife, two knives, swords, whip, anything the owner required it to be. The sword chose it's bearer, and it had always remained in the Lee family for decades.

Seonghwa watched as byeol leaped towards the demon, ducking it's blow as she slashed the sword against it's back. For the next few minutes she fought against the demon, seeming like she was delaying the process just to give the people a show.

Seonghwa now knew what the fuss was all about, she was not only good at talking to people and making them follow her around but she was also good at dueling, too good even. The precision with which she used the sword, her speed, good thinking at the right time, she was a natural warrior. Her moves were sleek, elegant, even lady-like. But it was swift, deadly, and quick.

Seonghwa was now impressed.

Finally byeol decided it was enough as she summoned up her magic into the sword, green flames dancing around her as she leapt up high into the air before bringing her sword down onto the creature's head with force. It let out a gargling sound as it burst apart, disappearing into whichever realm it came from.

Byeol landed right on her feet effortlessly without a single glitch as the sword disappeared, her eyes going right towards seonghwa as the others clapped. She raised her eyebrows at him as seonghwa rolled his eyes, letting out a breath as he turned and walked away.

Byeol felt a smile spread on her lips as she looked at the others that were clapping, impressed. She gave them all a small bow, but all she could think about was the fact that park seonghwa had been impressed. It gave her a sort of satisfaction.

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Seonghwa : what?

Seri : there's a storm, son, and lee byeol cannot be going back home tonight. It is unsafe, you know demons and humans alike come out during the rain for bad reasons. Hence she'll need somewhere to stay and I decided the best place would be this manor. The hotels here aren't…safe either.

Seonghwa scoffed, leaning back against the chair in annoyance as he asked

Seonghwa : and if the storm continues? Then what, she'll continue to stay, eomma?

Seri : seonghwa, it would be an honor to have someone like her in our manor-

Seonghwa : I don't want her here.

Seri frowned, sitting up straight as she asked

Seri : what? Has she done something wrong?

Seonghwa : her presence annoys me.

Every other man was head over heels for her, anyone else would've been ecstatic to have byeol here. Why was seonghwa being like this?

Seri : okay, why?

Seonghwa : it just does, she seems uncanny eomma. Someone cannot be this…perfect. There has to be something wrong, something off.

Seri chuckled, patting seonghwa's hand as she said

Seri : so you don't like her because she's too perfect, that just seems like you're annoyed by the fact that you're falling for her.

Seonghwa laughed at the ridiculous thought

Seonghwa : falling for her? Never in a million years would that happen, she's the embodiment of everything I hate.

Seri raised her eyes as seonghwa stood up and walked past her, muttering under his breath

Seonghwa : I'll let her stay, but tell her I don't want her bothering me or my work. If that happens, you can find her some place else to stay. Safe or not, I do not care. She's well than capable of taking care of herself.

Seonghwa opened the door as he stepped out into the hallways, climbing up the stairs to the third floor which was where his bedroom was located. As he neared his bedroom he saw a figure opening the room opposite seonghwa's, making him walk faster towards it before holding the person's hand as he banged them against the wall. A pair of green eyes glittered against the dark, making seonghwa's hold on the person loosen

Byeol : finally you've come around?

Seonghwa stared at byeol who was looking up at him with a glint in her eyes, her hot breath falling against seonghwa's neck as he whispered

Seonghwa : miss lee.

Seonghwa quickly let go of byeol's arm as he stepped back, frowning as he asked

Seonghwa : what are you doing here?

Byeol : trying to open my room, of course.

Seonghwa : and who told you this was your room?

Byeol : I did, I liked this room most so I decided I should sleep here for the night.

Seonghwa scoffed in disbelief, looking away as he muttered in annoyance

Seonghwa : unbelievable. You cannot sleep here, get out.

Byeol : and why is that?

Seonghwa : because it's opposite my room.

Byeol stared at the door in front of her, it's doors different and more grand than the other room doors. It screamed seonghwa's room, she had known it the second she got here.

Byeol : I figured.

Seonghwa : you will sleep in the south wing, or west or east. Just not this wing.

Byeol : I prefer this room.

Seonghwa : this isn't your call to make.

Byeol : I am the guest.

Seonghwa : this is my manor.

Byeol : and? You offered to let me stay here.

Seonghwa : my mother did.

Byeol : basically the same thing.

Seonghwa let out a breath in annoyance as he said

Seonghwa : can you just stop being so difficult and leave?

Byeol : no?

Seonghwa : miss lee, leave.

Byeol : I said no-

Byeol cut herself off as seonghwa banged her against the wall once again, glaring down at her as he said

Seonghwa : this isn't Italy, miss lee, and I am not someone who will go according to your ways and deal with you being such a spoiled, pampered brat. You can throw that away while at my manor, for I don't care about the fact that you're rich, or beautiful, or whatever. This is my manor, my estate. Here you will go according to my rules-

Byeol : you think I'm beautiful.

Seonghwa paused as byeol smiled that victorious smile, patting seonghwa's cheek as she whispered

Byeol : have a good night, mr park.

Byeol walked past seonghwa as she stepped into the room, shutting the door behind her and locking it as seonghwa just stood there, blinking his eyes in absolute shock.

What the fuck was this woman.

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Seri : it seems this storm could last for a week, at least.

Byeol smiled as she chewed at her breakfast, seonghwa rolling his eyes as he looked at his mother through the newspaper he was reading before saying

Seonghwa : get her to the nearby hotel.

Byeol : I heard it's unsafe.

Seonghwa : I heard you were capable of fending after yourself?

Byeol : but would your manly conscience let a lady like me endanger herself at such a dangerous hotel?

Seonghwa : easily, yes.

Byeol : so yo-

Seri : you lot should just get married already.

Seonghwa : ew-

Byeol : I already discussed that, as a matter of fact mrs park. The lord does not seem to appreciate the idea very much.

Seonghwa : I'd rather cut my heart out than spend a night together with you.

Seri : seonghwa!

Byeol smiled as she took another bite of her salad before saying

Byeol : it is alright, mrs park.

Byeol smiled sweetly at the maids around as she stood up, saying in that same voice that annoyed seonghwa to the core

Byeol : the breakfast was just wonderful, thank you so much.

The maids around bowed at the rare compliment, seonghwa rolling his eyes again as he said without taking his eyes off the newspaper

Seonghwa : it is their job.

Byeol : well your job is to make sure I feel at home in your manor and you don't seem to be doing that properly.

Seri’s hand came to her mouth quickly as byeol smiled, walking past seonghwa as she let her hand hold seonghwa's shoulder for a second before saying

Byeol : you'll give me a house tour now, won't you mr park?

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Byeol : do you not have any hobbies, mr park?

Seonghwa : none that you need to know about-

Seonghwa cut himself off as byeol suddenly held his hand, bringing it in front of her as she eyed it for a second before saying

Byeol : horse riding.

Seonghwa snatched his hand away from byeol's with a frown as he asked

Seonghwa : so you can just look at people's hand and tell their hobbies now?

Byeol : some of them. Your hand show marks of having held the reins, having pulled it hard enough to bleed, to scar. Such callouses cannot be gotten from battle, there is a difference.

Seonghwa let out a breath, looking away as he said

Seonghwa : do not do that again.

Byeol smiled, looking through the manor courtyard as she said

Byeol : what, read through you? Has no one ever done that?

Seonghwa : I have never let anyone.

Byeol turned to look at seonghwa as she said

Byeol : the manor is beautiful, it makes for a nice house. But not a home, it's too cold for a home. Can't you…plant some nice flowers? Buy nice paintings-

Seonghwa : they're a useless waste of money.

Byeol : they're comforting, makes you feel less alone.

Seonghwa : I do not find comfort in inanimate objects.

Byeol : so then where do you find comfort in?

Seonghwa : do I need to tell you my entire life?

Byeol shrugged, looking out the manor as she smiled at the workers around who bowed at them as seonghwa and byeol walked past them. She noticed how seonghwa did not even look in their direction. She crossed her arm as she suddenly said

Byeol : I came to Korea in order to find a husband.

Seonghwa paused on his tracks, making byeol chuckle as she stopped too and looked at seonghwa before saying

Byeol : what, are you afraid I'm going to propose to you right now?

Seonghwa : I do not wish to marry.

Byeol : ever?

Seonghwa : ever.

Byeol gave a low whistle as she said

Byeol : many ladies are going to have their hearts broken at that news.

Seonghwa : no lady is stupid enough to want a future with someone like me.

Byeol : mm. everyone likes a little bit of a mystery man, it's appealing to want to fix it.

Seonghwa stared at byeol as she smiled, shaking her head before saying

Byeol : I for one have no time to fix a man, don’t worry. I am not a therapy center. I need a husband, a man that has enough influence, is magically and physically strong, can give me an heir and leave me alone when required. If you have someone in mind, you can tell me.

Seonghwa : what about love, care, protection? All those things that ladies usually want?

Byeol snorted as she said

Byeol : we both know I'm not going to find all that in this life. I just need a husband to fulfill this prophecy my grandmother believes in, she refuses to give me the estate and manor without a husband. She's a bit old-fashioned like that. So a manageable husband who doesn't care about whatever I do, that's all I want for now.

Seonghwa watched as byeol unfolded her arms, giving seonghwa a smile as she said

Byeol : thank you for the wonderful tour, mr park.

Byeol walked past seonghwa as she said out loud

Byeol : and fret not if you wish to give your own name to me in matters of marriage! I do not think I would mind having you as a pretend husband, you would give me a handsome heir at least.

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[bnhaobservation]

How the Todorokis call each other (Part 2)

So this is a continuation of my previous post.

Here I'll focus more on how the Todorokis call each other when they're trying to be from confidential to rude to outright insuling.

WE DON’T WANT TO SAY THE NAME

There are various instances in which the characters don’t want to say the name of the person they’re talking about so they uses other ways to imply it... even though generally it would be more polite to say the name of the one you're talking about. It's not necessarily rude/insulting as the Todorokis, being a family, are allowed to a level of informality among them but sometimes the key is also in the intention of the speaker. Anyway I'm reporting them, do with them what you want.

Ano (あの “That”) + noun

Ano can be translates as “that” but implies someone/something far from the speaker and the addressee.

I’ll list some examples but probably more escaped me.

In chap 252 Enji refers to Fuyumi as ‘ano ko’ (あの子 “that child”).

In chap 39/187 Rei calls Enji ‘ano hito’ (あの人 “that person”).

In chap 301/302 Rei refers to Tōya as ‘ano ko’ (あの子 “that child”) which happens when saying Enji isn’t the only one who didn’t see him and when she says Tōya wanted Enji to look at him.

In chap 39 Rei refers to Shōto as ‘ano ko’ (あの子 “that child”) when talking with her mother.

In chap 189 Fuyumi calls Enji ‘ano hito’ (あの人 “that person”).

In chap 187 Fuyumi refers to Shōto as ‘ano ko’ (あの子 ‘that child’).

Kono (この “This”) + noun

We met Kono before, when he was used to add emphasis. In this case instead it can be translates as “this” but implies someone/something is near the speaker.

In chap 291 Enji refers to Tōya as ‘kono ko’ (この子 “this child”)

Aitsu (そいつ “that person”)

Implies the person isn’t near to the speaker or the listener… and can also imply a certain emotional distance between the speaker and that person. It’s very informal and can sound gruff or rude when used.

In chap 202 Enji used it to refer to Tōya.

In chap 301 Tōya used it to refer to Enji.

In chap 187/189 Natsuo used it to refer to Enji.

In chap 55/249 Shōto used it to refer to Enji.

Koitsu (こいつ “this person”)

'Koitsu' is a very impolite expression that's used to refer to "this person." Although some people may refer to a friend as such, this is usually only if they have an intimate and casual relationship with them.

In chap 39 Shōto refers to Enji as ‘oyaji’ (親父 “old man”) but the hiragana says ‘koitsu’ (こいつ “this person”).

Considering how Shōto looks angry, he's likely using it to be impolite, even though the sentence is actually a thought, though this might be just me.

Yatsu (奴 “guy”)

Tecnically 'yatsu' means “guy” but the nuance here is that you're either using for someone you're close to, therefore in a familiar way, or it comes out as derogatory.

In chap 38 Shōto refers to Enji as ‘yatsu’ (奴 “guy”) to say his father doesn’t look happy.

While Shōto, being related to Enji, could have a degree of familiarity with him, I would say in this case it comes out as more derogatory than familiar... but it might be just me.

Are (アレ)

‘Are’ might feel like an insulting way to call someone because it’s usually translated as “that thing” but ‘are’ can also be used for people that both you and the person(s) you are talking to know (have already met) (but that are far from you/are not present) or when sharing an opinion/idea/info with the reader/listener. It has an ‘you know who I mean’ feeling. It’s used to omit a detail, avoid repetition, or because you want to avoid direct mention (because it’s embarrassing, it’s something you shouldn’t talk about, can’t remember what it’s called or too lazy to try and mention it). The fact that it’s written in katakana instead than in hiragana (あれ can also be used) gives it a tone of mild condescension or an attempt at talking behind someone’s back.

In chap 31 Enji refers to Shōto as ‘Are’ (アレ “that one we’re talking about”) when talking with All Might.

In chap 39 Enji refers to Tōya, Fuyumi and Natsuo as ‘Nī-san-ra’  (兄さんら “(your) big brother and the others”) but the reading is ‘are-ra’ (アレら “those we’re talking about”) when talking with Shōto.

In chap 350 Tōya refers to Enji as ‘are’ (アレ “that one we’re talking about”) 3 times.

It's interesting to wonder why they decided not to say the name of the one they're talking about but go for 'are'.

In regard to Enji, in the first case, he kind of unterlines it (the dots over the kanji work as a way to underline them), it might be as a way to talk with All Might about Shōto more as a mean he's using to surpass All Might than of Shōto himself as a person.

In the second instead it might be to underline the separation from Shōto and his siblings as they live in different words.

In Tōya's case it might be to keep distance. He's talking of Endeavor and his father at the same time but calling one or the other might not feel right to him.

Still mine are all speculations. Do your pick on why they're doing so.

WE’RE DELIBERATELY GONNA BE RUDE!

Just to refresh everyone's mind, I mentioned in the previous post how some ways to say "you" are rude or outright insulting ('anta', 'kisama' 'temeE') but now we're gonna dig into other ways the characters had to insult each other.

Surname and name with no suffixes attached

When calling a stranger, in order to be polite, you should use the surname plus a suffix (-sama, -san, -kun...).

Not doing so is rude but rudeness is expected in an enemy (Shigaraki calls Midoriya just 'Midoriya')... however you usually don't also add the name unless you've two people with the same surname and needs to specify who you're talking with... so that when Tōya does so, first with Shōto in chap 82 and then, even more relevant since he didn't use his Hero name, with Enji in chap 191, it gives off a sense of familiarity as if he knew them personally... which was meant to be a hint to his true identity.

Tōya also refers to his father by surname and name a couple of times post reveal (chap 290/294/301) but he likely does so to keep distance from him (kind of like how his family calls him Dabi post reveal) or to talk of Enji as the man and not as the Hero. Do your pick.

Just the name with no suffixes attached

When fighting Tōya in chap 292/294 Shōto calls him just ‘Tōya’, without the ‘Nī’… which is a rude way to refer to your older brother (while, as said before, it's perfectly fine to refer to your younger brother with just his name). Yes, Tōya was an enemy so we find perfectly normal for him to be rude but compare this with how Yoichi always calls his brother ‘Nī-san’ despite everything. That’s because, regardless of being adversaries, being his younger brother, he should still be polite with him and acknowledge he’s his older brother. Interesting enough in chap 349 he calls him first just ‘Tōya’ but then immediately switches to ‘Dabi’, which was the default family cooping mechanism to keep ‘Tōya’ divided from ‘Dabi’… although here and there he again acknowledges Tōya as his brother during the fight and, in his mind, resumes calling him ‘Tōya Nī' when he remains impressed by how his brother managed to copy his technique and therefore showed Tōya’s strength didn’t lie merely in his sheer firepower... and from then on he'll keep on calling his brother as such.

Iranē kodomo (いらねー子ども “the child/children he didn’t need”)

Not quite an insult but surely not flattening it’s how Natsuo calls himself and his siblings when he talks of how Enji left them behind in chap 189.

Aho (阿呆/あは/アホ “fool”)

'Aho' is generally used with the meaning of "fool", "simpleton".

Now… according the region ‘aho’ is a stronger or tamer insult than ‘baka’ so it’s hard to say with which intensity level it’s used even if I compare the way Tōya used both ‘aho’ and ‘baka’. Tōya used ‘Aho’ for Mister Compress when he believed he let Shōji Mezō rob him and ‘baka’ for Himiko when she asked him if she could stab Bakugō. Since Tōya is more polite with Mister Compress than with Himiko we can assume ‘aho’ is tamer, but if Compress had really let Shōji rob him the mistake would be worse so it can be it’s worse. Do your pick.

In chap 29 Enji refers to Shōto as ‘aho’ (阿呆 “fool”) when Shōto’s refusal to use his left side is putting him at disadvantage against Midoriya in the cavalry battle.

What's interesting to notice is that Enji uses it in kanji, while Tōya uses it in katakana, therefore giving it more emphasis.

Baka aniki (馬鹿兄貴).

‘Baka’ (馬鹿/ばか/バカ) literally means “horse deer” and is an ateji, which means either the readings of the individual kanji do not match the reading of the word, or the meanings of the individual kanji do not match the meaning of the word. The etymology is uncertain. Some say it could be from a Chinese idiom “point at a deer and call it a horse”, other say it derives from a Sanskrit word meaning “fool”. Regardless of all this it means “stupid”/“foolish”. Generally it’s written in katakana, to also convey how the speaker is really angry and can be used without a noun after it (Bakugō, when saying Shōto he's an idiot in chap 249 uses it in katakana with 3 extra 'a' to remark how he draws it out longer than it should be for emphasis 'baaaaka' バアアアカ "Idiiiiot"). Another common way to write it is in hiragana and writing it in kanji is being considered more a literature way to write it. Tōya in chap 86 also uses kanji to call Himiko ‘Baka’ (馬鹿 “stupid”) when she asks if she can stab Bakugō... so I'm not sure why Shōto is using kanji, maybe it feels more 'polite' as he's still talking with his older brother with whom he has no closeness. No idea. I've mentioned in the previous post how ‘aniki’ (兄貴) is still a way you can use to call your older brother but it’s considered less formal than ‘onī-san’/‘nī-san’... so it fits that when insulting Tōya before fighting him Shōto would choose 'aniki'.

KUSO Oyaji (クソ親父)/KUSO Aniki (クソ兄貴)

‘Kuso’ (糞/くそ “shit”), usually written in katakana (クソ) is generally used as a curse word with the meaning of “shit”/“damn”/“fuck” though of course the nuance changes according to situations. Combined with ‘oyaji’ or ‘aniki’ works as a pejorative and turns them into something that sounds like “shitty old man/brother”/“damn old man/brother”, in short makes it an insult or express angers toward that person. Shōto use it for Enji more than once in the early part of the story, Tōya does so in chap 390 with Enji solely when he’s telling him to die while Natsuo does so with Tōya when he’s telling him not to cause troubles for other people. Of course the nuances in the three cases change. Shōto uses it talking about Enji to show to others how he loathes him, Tōya is being as rude and confrontational as possible as he calls Enji as such on his face, Natsuo is angry but being angry is also Natsuo’s way to cover up his pain by sounding tough. He was close to Tōya so he could use something stronger than just 'baka' to convey his feelings.

IKARE (イカレ/いかれ “crazy/(mentally) broken”), IKARE onna (イカレ女 “crazy woman”), ‘IKARE yarō’ (イカレ野郎 “crazy guy”), ikareru (いかれる “to go crazy”)

It’s an expression that imply someone is not normal (ironically it can also imply ‘madly infatuated’)… It could be written in hiragana but it’s almost always all in katakana in the story as to remark it.

Tōya uses it a lot, in chap 191 for himself, way too often for Himiko but also for Mustard and Imasuji Gōto when he calls them all ‘IKARE yarō-domo’ (イカレ野郎共 “crazy guys/crazy bastards”) when he tells them they won’t attack yet.

Just to clear things up as it's a word that will come up later on, 'yarō' (野郎) mean “guy” but unless you're familiar with that person, it comes out as rude so it's often translated as "bastard".

Natsuo prefers to use it for Enji as he does so in chap 189 and in chap 192. Shōto used it for his father in chap 251 when talking with Tōya and for Tōya himself in chap 292.

P.S. in order to make things simple in the image above I only boxed 'ikare' even though sometimes that 'ikare' was part of the verb and therefore the whole word was longer.

Shippaisaku (失敗作 “failed creative work”)

It’s normally not an insult but it’s clear the way it’s used in the story makes it not flattering. Tōya uses it a lot (chap 290/293/302/350) to refer to himself (and Fuyumi and Natsuo) to the point in a way the word failure ('shippai' 失敗) is triggering for him as, when All for One uses it while he’s in the orphanage to say they couldn’t restore him to his former strength, Tōya’s mind jumps back to when he was a child and his hair started to turn white (which is what he believed caused him to become a failure in his father’s eyes) and then rejects whatever he’s told.

Compared to Tōya, Natsuo uses it in a less direct manner as when he talks with Enji in chap 192 the kanji say ‘Shippaisaku’ but the reading given is ‘Ore-tachi’ (俺たち “we/us”) so Enji doesn’t hear him saying ‘Shippaisaku’ were Tōya instead always said it with the correct reading.

Interesting enough I couldn’t find a time in which Enji referred to Tōya, Natsuo or Fuyumi as such so it can be he never did it but Tōya read it as such because he knew why Enji wanted to have children and also Enji has referred to Shōto as ‘Saikō kessaku’ (最高傑作 “Greatest masterpiece”).

Saikō kessaku (最高傑作 “Greatest masterpiece”)

Okay, since it just got mentioned let's talk of this which is technically not an insult but it's how Enji sees and defines Shōto as such in chap 34. While Enji uses it as a form of phraise, Shōto rightfully doesn't take it as such and Tōya outright uses it in a bitterly yet mocking way to call Shōto (chap 293/294/349/351) so I figured it could fit in this list.

It's worth to mention that, on a similar line, Tōya refers to Shōto also as ‘Seikōsaku no Shōto’ (成功作の焦凍 “Shōto, the successful creative work”) and ‘Taibō no kessaku’ (待望の傑作 “Long awaited masterpiece”) when talking with Enji in chap 291 and then, in chap 293 'Saikō kessaku no oningyō' (最高傑作のお人形 "greatest masterpiece of a puppet") while talking with Shōto.

Oningyō/ningyō (お人形/人形 "puppet")

As usual the addition of the initial ‘o’ (お) adds a layer of politeness to the word 'ningyō' which means "doll" or "puppet" but also, in a figurative way, "someone who carries out actions for someone else".

I've kind of mentioned it previously but Tōya also refers to Shōto as Enji's 'oningyō/ningyō'.

He first does it in chap 290 where, when talking with Enji, he refers to Shōto as ‘omae no Ningyō’ (おまえの人形 “your doll/puppet”), continues in chap 293 with calling Shouto 'saikō kessaku no oningyō' (最高傑作のお人形 "greatest masterpiece of a puppet") and even get deeper in the idea in chap 351 by calling him ‘furafura chūtohanpa no ningyō’ (フラフラ中途半端の人形 “unsteady/aimless unfinished/incomplete doll”).

‘Furafura’ (フラフラ/ふらふら) implies one is ��unsteady on his own feet, staggering, aimless, dizzy”.

'Chūtohanpa' is formed by the kanji for 'chū' (中) "middle", 'to' (途) "way" 'han' (半) "half" and 'pa' (端) "begining" or "ending", so it losely means something is "halfway from being finished" or that is "halfway after the start".

Hanpamono (半端者 “halfwit/fool”) and hanpa na otōto (半端な弟 “halfway/incomplete little brother”)

‘Hanpamono’ (半端者) litterally means that someone (者 ‘mono’) is half began or half finished (半端 ‘hanpa’), in short, incomplete, but it's also used as an insult to say someone is a “halfwit/fool/blockhead”.

‘Hanpa na otōto’ (半端な弟) is again made by ‘hanpa’ (半端 “incomplete”), ‘na’ (な) which in this case should indicate emotion or emphasis and, of course ‘otōto’ (弟) which means “little brother”.

In chap 351 we've Shōto use both ways to define himself in answer to Tōya's words.

It's worth to mention the word 'han' (半 "half") is kind of tied to Shōto, fans might be familiar of how Bakugō often called him 'hanbun yarō' (半分野郎 lit. "half part guy/half bastard") and I've just mentioned how Tōya called his brother ‘furafura chūtohanpa no ningyō’ (フラフラ中途半端の人形 “unsteady/aimless unfinished/incomplete doll”).

Koma (コマ/こま/ 駒)

A 'koma' is how you call a piece in shōgi or chess... but, of course, figuratively, it's also how you call someone's puppet, so in a way it's similar to 'ningyō'.

In chap 349 Tōya calls Shōto ‘otō-san no omoidōri no koma’ (お父さんの思い通りのコマ “father’s desired piece”)... because, I guess, he likes to use an assorted way to name-calling people. I'm totally not going to be surprised if I missed some of the not flattering ways he uses to refer to others.

Dōgu (道具 “tool”)

Tōya used 'koma' to define Shōto but Shōto instead in chap 31 said he wouldn't become Enji's ‘dōgu’ (道具), which is a “tool, implement, instrument, utensil, apparatus, device”, the full sentence being he won’t become ‘sonna kuzu no dōgu’ (そんな屑の道具 “such scum’s tool”).

Yakusai no nikogori (厄災の煮凝り “disaster/calamity jellied broth”)

'Yakusai' means "disaster", "calamity" while a 'nikogori' is a jellied broth made by cooling down broth and solidifying it due to it containing a lot of gelatin. What's relevant is how 'nikogori' is wirtten with the kanji ‘ni ‘ (煮 “boil/cook”) and the kanji ‘ko’ (凝 “freeze”) a call back to how Shōto's name is written with the kanji 'shō' (焦 "burning") and 'to' (凍 "freezing").

That's how Tōya calls Shōto when he asks him how he's handling living at U.A. with the other civilians despite being son of Endeavor and brother of Dabi... meaning he expected the civilians to shun him out or worse due to how Endeavor has fallen from grace and had been judged responsible for everything that went wrong and Dabi is a Villain.

Kusatte Nī-chan’ (腐って兄ちゃん “rotten big brother”)

I’ve found ‘kusatte’ being used generally for food with the meaning of something that “has gone rotten/spoiled/decayed” but also for things with the meaning they “aren’t anymore what they were but are ruined”. As a result it can be used also to imply someone “had become a degenerate, morally bankrupt or corrupted” but also ironically “to be depressed/dispirited/discouraged”.

In chap 349 Tōya refers to himself as his ‘Kusatte Nī-chan’ (腐って兄ちゃん) when talking with Shōto. He might refer to his body, to his mind, to his moral sense (as he has turned into a Villain) or how he is no more a good big brother, which would make sense since Shōto refused to acknowledge him as such. Everything in Tōya is falling apart so he might refer to all of the above.

Kuzu (屑)

'Kuzu' (屑) has assorted meanings, “vaste”, “scrap”, “garbage” and as you can see none of them is nice if used toward a person. I've also seen it translated as just “scum” when referring to people.

This is how Shōto refers to his father in chap 31/53. Interesting enough Tōya instead uses ‘gomi’ (ゴミ “trash”) to talk about the Villains who wanted to join the league of Villains and that he decided to burn instead (Chap 115/220).

Although they seem to mean the same, ‘gomi’ is used for the garbage that accumulates naturally, so it can be found on the roads while 'kuzu' is the garbage created by humans. It's not a big distinction so for Horikoshi the choice could have been casual but, if it wasn't, it could kind of imply whose Villains were born that way while Enji turned himself into scum. Still, I'm speculating.

Maki (薪 “firewood”)

It's technically not an insult but when Tōya wants to burn someone to death he claims he wants to turn them into 'maki'. He does so with the Villains he burned in chap 115 and says he wants to do the same with Shōto in chap 351.

Not your name but your Quirk

I'm not sure which level of rudeness this would reach as there's no equivalent in real life as people have no Quirks... and in the manga this is made even more complicate by the fact some chose as their Villain name the name of their Quirk (All for One, Twice) but well, since the characters in question who did it had their own Villain names and were enemies, it's likely not meant to be polite...

In chap 238 Tōya calls Geten 'kōri yarō' (氷野郎 “Ice-guy/Ice-bastard”), though there's to say Geten never introduced himself by name and Geten started calling him by Tōya's Quirk name, 'sōen' (蒼炎 “blue flame”), first (chap 230),

‘Kōri’ (氷) means “ice”, and it's often how are called ice Quirks types. As said before 'yarō' (野郎) mean “guy” but unless you're familiar with that person, it comes out as rude so it's often translated as "bastard", and Tōya here is meant to sound rude, especially compared to Mr. Compress, who instead called Geten 'Kōri otoko' (氷男 "Iceman").

It's worth to say that 'sōen' (蒼炎 “blue flame”) is the name that Geten gave to Tōya's Quirk as, when he met him in chap 228 he called Dabi 'Sōen no tsukaite Dabi' (蒼炎の使い手荼毘 “Blue flame user Dabi”).

On the Quirk registry, Tōya's Quirk likely wasn't signed as such as, when Tōya was born, his flames weren't blue yet. Still, after Geten started calling as such his Quirk that was acknowledged as Tōya's Quirk official name (where previously it was always labelled unknown).

Geten's Quirk instead is named differently than just ‘Kōri’ (氷), the official name is 'Hyōsō' (氷操 "ice ply").

NOT AN INSULT BUT...

Seigi no mikata (正義の味方 “ally of justice”)

Of course this doesn't feel like an insult at all if it wasn't that when Tōya used it to refer to Enji in chap 293 after denouncing his crimes it felt pretty sarcastic and mocking.

Ore no jōi gokan (俺の上位互換 “superior in rank to me/my upwardly compatible/my upgrade”)

Again, this is not meant to be an insult at least Enji doesn't mean it as an insult when, in chap 40, he tells Shōto that's what he is... but, of course, Shōto rightfully isn't happy with such definition.

CONTINUE IN THE NEXT PART!

#boku no hero academia #Todoroki Shouto #Todoroki Touya #Todoroki Enji #Todoroki Natsuo #Todoroki Fuyumi #Todoroki Rei

[clover-46]

the writers on here making the miguel fics need to remember his fangs inject paralytic venom hes not a real vampire it was just a joke in the movie 😭

oh but i still want him to bite me don’t get me wrong idgaf if they have venom 🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️

#the copious amounts of smut i’ve seen with this man and the fangs is crazy #y’all need to tone it DOWN wheres the fluff omg?? #there’s like so many smut x reader fics clogging the miguel o’hara tag and people can express their creative liberties or whatever but it’s #getting CRAZY #like why is almost nobody talking about his character and writing an analysis on him #AND WHY ARE SO MANY FICS WRITING HIM TO BE SOME FERAL AND MEAN BEAST #firstly it’s feels racist to write a brown latino man that way. #second it feels fetishiz-y with how people only sexualize the fuck outta him and talk about nothing else when it comes to him #to add onto that people are drawing him with a MUZZLE on #at first all this didn’t really register in my head as bad but after seeing so much i see it 😭 #also some spanish speakers have said people are using incorrect spanish when writing dialogue for him and thats kinda funny #don’t use google translate please 💀 #miguel o’ hara #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #i also saw someone say miguel would not be a good partner or something and i just know you didn’t pay attention #and i wont go into why because its spoilers but we have seen him be soft and happy with someone he cares about it’s just trauma that has #made him mean and depressed #he was obviously projecting onto miles in the movie when he acted like that let’s be fr #why am i writing a novel down here idk i just wanted to talk about it a little #i love the smut (trust me) but pleaaseee don’t start being fetishize-y

[mycological-mariner]

One thing I find deeply frustrating is whenever you go “This piece of medía looks really good and like something I would enjoy however when I tried to get into it, I found it contains a great deal of things that I find extremely triggering which sucks because it otherwise sounds like something I’d really enjoy” and someone goes “Oh that sucks, I’m sorry you’re missing out it is REALLY GOOD and you WOULD love it!”

#like. more power to people who don’t have those specific barriers #I’m glad this piece of media is being enjoyed and cherished by people! #but ffs #I KNOW I’d love it and I WANT to read it #I however CANNOT #so why then go ‘sucks for you because you’re Missing Out! <33’ #a bit tone deaf #and this isn’t a ‘every piece of media should be made with ME in mind and cater to ME specifically’ post #fuck that I think there needs to be screwed up shit out there and it’s just not always for everyone #I just think it’s people’s RESPONSES that suck #do you not think I already feel shitty for not being able to read something? do you HAVE to add that?? #and I also understand it comes from a good place #but it’s a bit thoughtless #its the literary equivalent of when I (epileptic) express being kinda upset I can’t go to queer clubs bc I’m photosensitive #and then someone who CAN go the club says ‘oh that sucks it’s so much fun you’d have loved it!’ #???? #why?? is that necessary???

[quietwingsinthesky]

Realizing I can just block people who go “Sam can’t be queer, he’s cis and straight”

Skin clear crops watered etc etc.

#although I think it’s less about it being Sam (although. I have imprinted on trans!sam so it’s a little. upsetting? frustrating.) #but more like. you’re doing that because you think ‘cis and straight’ is a bludgeon to wield against a character you think is ‘boring’ #(which he is not. but we won’t get into that.) #but anyway the other side of that is that it makes being queer like. a special little reward? for good characters? #I don’t know how to phrase this properly. there’s some sort of value judgement going on there that is v uncomfy to me. #it’s not so much the ‘I think Sam is probably cis or straight’ part. whatever. I don’t give a shit about that. #it’s the tone of it that’s usually delivered in. i feel. not comfortable around it. #that he *has* to be that. because you didn’t find him interesting enough. as if gender is something to be earned instead of just like. #another facet of identity. a normal thing someone can be. #tldr I don’t care if someone says Sam is cis. it does bug me when they say that because they don’t think he’s cool enough to be queer. #that make sense? #anyway. block button my beloved <3

[whimsyprinx]

i really hate that I have a quote on quote “miserable” neutral expression and that i can’t control/be aware of my tone of speaking often and that I can’t really pick up on social cues because that leads to people at best asking if I’m okay or at worst (and most common) telling me that I look miserable all the time or that I’m being rude or a bitch and like it truly starts to take a toll on a person after having to hear it so often

#whimsy whispers #its made worse by rsd #so it’s just like having to deal with the fact that people are going to make negative remarks like this about you because they think you’re #entirely negative for things you can’t/struggle to control #like i know my face looks fucking miserable even when I’m trying to take pictures I look dead inside I’m freaking aware #i also know I have trouble sounding genuine/often sounding sarcastic when i speak #i got yelled at over it by my roommates dad one day until my roommates had to keep explaining that I just sound that way and don’t mean to #like I try to not speak like that but it’s not something I’m always gonna catch because that’s literally how I speak!!! this is my tone of #speaking!!!! #similarly (kinda) I have a huge problem that I match the tone I’m spoken to in which means if someone speaks to me in a snappy tone I match #it and that’s something I am actively trying to stop doing as well #and then like because of nd stuff but also having been very isolated from other ppl growing up I don’t know social cues well #and so I fail to pick up on them and look like an ass because of that and it’s not that I’m not trying to fix these things I am trying so #hard but it’s like Hard ya know??? #idk just like being told I’m mean or a bitch or having my roommates boyfriend constantly say ‘you look miserable’ ‘’you look like someone #killed you dog’ (he has said both 3+ times to my face) gets tiring #like why do I have to listen to that shot #shit * #why do I have to explain constabtly that this is just how I freaking look and talk #i hate it so much it makes me literally want to cry #doesn’t help that like being told I’m mean for some reason makes me extremely upset so lol #this is like a very nd thing I think at least because my other nd friends have this same issue #because I vented about it earlier this week and they were like same!!! like I get tired I’ve been dealing with this since I was a kid I #just want people to leave me alone about it #i wish my face was miserable looking enough that people would be too scared to approach me and say shit like this

[wannabevampire]

being the only girl in my class:

:(

occasionally making the nerdy boys nervous:

>:)

#women in stem ig 😵‍💫 #a few days ago i told this guy who i’ve been in class with all year but have talked to maybe 2 or 3 times? idk #that i was moving next year #and he seemed a little taken a back which i though was strange because i don’t talk a lot in that clas because the teacher is really sexist #but anyway #today he was talking to me and he’s actually very nice i just don’t think he knows how to talk to girls #but he got really nervous and asked if i was going to this festival thing the arts department was throwing #and i was like maybe idk yet #he was like yeah same same #and then it was quiet for like 10 second #and then he goes: so would you be going to the festival with someone? #(honest i thought he was like ‘damn you don’t have any friends here’ #so ​i think i like cocked my head or something while i was trying to figure out his tone #and then he was like ‘ya know would someone be taking you?’ #and i was like oh shit is this- #i said no #lmao #and he was like ‘oh cool yeah me neither’ and then it was really quiet and i could tell he was really nervous #like he was trying to figure out how to say something #and then someone walked over and he started talking about psychics lmao #i was SHOOK #kinda fun though #allie speaks!!! <3

[ghost-with-a-teacup]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader

Summary: Everyone at HQ was convinced there was something going on between you and Miguel. Just...no one knew what. But one group of spiders were determined to figure it out.

Warnings: None! Just a lot of goofiness and a whole lot of fluff :3

When you have a superhuman with superior senses, they’re bound to be perceptive to their surroundings. Now when you have an entire lobby the size of multiple football fields filled with superhumans with superior senses, very few things will go unnoticed.

It’s why people very quickly realize that you and Miguel have…something between the two of you. It’s just that no one is quite sure what.

Camaraderie? Maybe, you were one of the first spiders to join the society.

Friendship? Perhaps, but it was known that Miguel wasn’t one to do friends. Not with the amount of loss he has gone through.

A relationship? This one seemed the most unplausible. Miguel was, well, Miguel. Stoick, cold and calculating. Meanwhile, you were you.

You had a light that drew people in, kindness that knew no bounds and warmth like a fire on a cold winter’s day.

Everyone knew the saying ‘opposites attract’, but it was like comparing night and day with the two of you. Regardless, a small little group within the society were set on trying to figure the two of you out.

~

“Ain’t no way the two are together, she’s too good for him!” Hobie argues, his legs kicked up on the table in front of him.

“I don’t know, maybe that’s why they work together. Because she makes him better?” Miles says, but his tone of voice failed to hide his skepticism.

“I think you should just leave the two of them be. Besides, what happens if you figure it out or not anyway?” Peter says, feeding Mayday as he does. Immediately a chorus of arguments breaks out from the group.

“OKAY! Okay, forget I asked,” he says with a shake of his head, while Mayday just laughs at the commotion.

They spot the two of you walking into the cafeteria making conversation none of them could make out.

“Look at them,” Gwen says, “have you ever seen the guy happier than he is with her?” she asks, and Hobie snorts.

“C’mon mate, you call that happy? Mans got that frown tattooed on his face, can he even be happy?” he says, but they all continue watching intently.

You glance over to the table they were surrounding, and they all brush off your gaze pretending as though they weren’t just studying the two of you like specimens under a microscope.

You wave your hand, a bright smile on your face while Miguel only glances over for a moment before continuing to walk. You jog to catch up to him, grabbing a tray and picking up things you wanted for lunch.

They watch as they see Miguel pick up the empanada, the last one left. He pauses for a split second, holding it before turning to place it on your tray. Almost as though they were straight out of a cartoon, they freeze at the interaction.

You seem to be slightly surprised as you, saying something to him but he only brushes you off before continuing on.

“Did…that just happen?” Pavitr asks. Everyone at HQ was aware of Miguel’s fondness for the food (even if he did hurl one right at Miles when they first met), there was no way he would give one away so easily for just anyone, right?

“Somebody pinch me,” Gwen says, and Hobie jumps at the request.

“OW!”

~

Miguel never lets anyone help him out when he’s injured. That was just a known fact. He could walk into HQ battered and bruised and wouldn’t even look in the infirmary’s direction once. After depending on himself for so long, he wasn’t going to stop now. Besides, what were First Aid kits for after all?

The only way he was going to the infirmary was if someone dragged his unconscious body there themselves.

Well, unless you were there.

“Miguel O’Hara I swear to god, you better get your ass to the infirmary or so help me I will tie you up and drag you through the halls myself,” you say sternly as you both reemerge in the Lobby. The rest of the Spiders there continued with what they were doing, but their attention was zeroed in on you both.

“I’m fine,” he says, glaring at you as if trying to say ‘Just try’. Had you been anyone else, you would have backed down by now but you didn’t.

“You wanna test me right now? That was a nasty hit, I will not be letting it get infected under my watch,” you retort, and he puffs.

“This is nothing, I’ve dealt with worse,” he scoffs, and in an instant your finger shoots out, making contact with the side that got hit with the anomaly’s flames. Miguel can’t help the sharp intake of breath as the pain from the impact hits him.

Your eyebrow raises, an expression of disbelief on your face before it softens. Murmuring softly, you say something that only he can hear.

For a moment he studies your face before sighing, finally relenting. With a triumphant smile, you place a hand on the man’s broad back, leading him towards the infirmary with a gentle but firm hand.

There, Pavitr is laying in bed recovering from an awry mission of his own. The doctors had ordered bedrest for the next 2 hours at least. Superior healing or not, they were not going to risk it. So there he lay, slinging his golden bangles up and down bored before he hears the two of you come in.

“Mr. O’Hara-" a doctor’s voice can be heard, but he is quickly interrupted.

“She’s got it from here,” he says, Miguel’s tone final. A small “yes, sir” can be heard before footsteps fade away, the doctor’s office door closing once more.

“You know, you should really let the professionals help you,” your voice can be heard.

“You dragged me here, you can deal with the consequences,” he says, and you just laugh fondly before your voices quieten, murmuring too quietly for Pavitr to hear.

Curiosity builds as he recalls the conversation he and his friends had, and before he can stop himself he shifts silently to the side, just enough to be able to catch a glimpse of you both from the small gap between the hospital curtain and the wall.

There, Miguel sat on the bed, a disgruntled expression on his face but his eyes were soft as he watched you fuss over his side.

He only watches for a few seconds before pulling away, this being a clear invasion of privacy, and his boss’ privacy no less.

It wasn’t going to stop him from telling everyone else though.

~

“This is a bad idea. This is a really, really bad idea,” Miles says, grasping onto the ceiling like his life depended on it.

“It’s only a bad idea if we get caught, so Shut. Up,” Gwen says sharply, hanging from her place on the ceiling as they watched the fight from above.

Gwen had come up with the mighty fine idea of sneaking into a mission between the two of you. It wasn’t often that it happened, Miguel more often than not only went on missions with only Lyla by his side. But when he needed a partner, it was always you.

“Why did you have to bring me with you,” he whispers, “Miguel already doesn’t like me. He doesn’t need more of a reason to.”

“Because I needed backup and you can turn invisible. And let’s be real, Hobie would be laughing his ass off getting us caught, Peter would bring Mayday which would get us caught, and Pavitr is already on a mission, now shhh,” she whispers, turning back to watching the scene below.

You swung from pillar to pillar in the abandoned factory with practiced ease, a carefree laugh escaping your lips as Miguel stands on the ground fiddling with his watch.

“The anomaly’s last known location was here,” Lyla’s voice echoes out, and you let out a sigh.

“Why can’t villains have easy powers. Maybe a giant blob that is easy to take down? Why do they have to be so complicated? What’s this one again, a freaky shadow monster?” you think out loud.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Miguel retorts, glancing up toward you for a moment before turning back to Lyla. “Do a scan of the place, will you?”

“What do we say~” Lyla responds, and you giggle softly while Miguel huffs.

“Please,” he mutters.

“What was that?”

“Please, Lyla,” he says a little louder now, irritation growing in his voice.

“Already done,” the AI snickers, and he groans out loud as your laughter bounces off of the walls, a fist held out for Lyla to bump.

“The two of you will be the death of me,” he says lowly.

“Oh, don’t be like that, grumps. You’d be too stubborn to die,” you retort before tensing up, the hairs on the back of your neck rising with the familiar feeling of your heightened senses at work. The moment you sling yourself up is the moment a loud thud sounds out from where you once stood.

“Oh, I forgot to mention that the anomaly was in the far right corner,” Lyla says before disappearing.

“I really need to do a rewrite of her code,” Miguel mutters to himself.

In your previous spot emerges a dark figure, plumes of smoke emerging and dissipating from its form and allowing it to disappear into the shadows with ease.

With a simple nod, you get to work. Like a well-oiled machine, you work in practiced synchrony, bounding across the walls and slinging webs.

And just like that the anomaly is captured, the force field around it effectively trapping it for the ride back to HQ so it can be sent back to its own universe.

“That was…kinda lame,” you snicker, pulling off your mask

“Told you so,” Miguel says as he opens up a portal for you both, dragging the anomaly behind him.

“Don’t say that to me,” you pout.

“What, can’t handle the truth?” he retorts, a smirk playing across his lips as your bickering voices fade through the portal.

“…was that a smile,” Gwen asks as she watches the spot where they both had stood.

“Was that what it was?” Miles asks, a shudder racking through his body.

~

It was late at night at the HQ, and at this time everyone else had already gone back to their own universes. The few that lingered were the ones finishing up after a late-night mission.

Or, you were Peter B. Parker frantically searching through the kitchen for a bottle of milk for Mayday after a playdate with a select few spiders that went on for way longer than expected.

Mayday was an easy baby. Always happy and smiling, but that all disappears when she was hungry and you did not want a spider baby on a rampage.

“Alright, alright, give Daddy a few seconds to warm up your milk please?” Peter pleads as Mayday continues to babble angrily, crawling all over him.

She pauses for a moment, attention drawn elsewhere as she hangs off of her father’s back before leaping.

“Hey, lil spider!” You say with a laugh, catching her in your arms. “What are you doing here so late?” you ask.

“Playdate with Miles, Gwen and Hobie. Time really flew and she refused to leave until now,” Peter sighs tiredly, and you pat him on the back before putting her up onto your shoulders. “What are you doing here so late?”

You shrug, grabbing two mugs from the cupboard.

“Working late. Like you said, time really flew,” you say, but Peter knew that wasn’t the full truth.

“Working so hard that you need two cups of coffee?” he asks, holding out the bottle for Mayday to take, which is what she does happily as she snuggles up in her father’s arms.

“What can I say, caffeine doesn’t really work on me,” you grin, pouring the coffee from the machine. “Goodnight, Peter, Mayday,” you say, ruffling her red hair fondly.

And as quickly as you appeared, you disappear.

~

People didn’t often disturb the big boss man Miguel when he was working. Not if you wanted to stay on his good side.

It was even less often that someone barges into his room full of screens as he monitors the Archno-Humanoid Polymultiverse, let alone a group of them.

“We heard you talking to someone! And laughing,” Gwen says hesitantly as if she couldn’t even believe it herself. But she was invested in figuring out what the deal was between the two of you now.

“Well, do you see anyone around?” Miguel deadpans, his arms wide and gesturing around broadly. You could barely stifle the giggle as you sat on a beam high up on the ceiling, going unnoticed.

“W-well, no…But!” she says, and Miguel raises an eyebrow which makes Gwen shrink in her spot slightly before recovering. “But we heard you. There was someone here, wasn’t there?”

Hobie, ever the perceptive one tracks his eyes along the ceiling before spotting you swinging your legs with an amused look on your face. It seemed as though no one else had noticed though.

Miguel watches Hobie spot you and his eyes narrow in his direction, as if saying ‘I dare you to say anything’ to which the spider only raises his hands in mock surrender.

“No. There wasn't." He says, his tone final. "If that’s all you’re here for, I have important work to get to. So why don’t you go bother someone else, yeah?”

~

“I give up,” Gwen says, slumping in her chair. “We’re never going to figure it out.”

“Figure what out?” Jess asks, walking up to the group.

“Whether or not there is something going on between those two,” Miles says, nodding towards you and Miguel talking over in the corner of the room.

Jessica only hums, a knowing look in her eyes but she doesn’t say anything. Only asks a simple question.

“What makes you think so?”

“Everyone here knows that there’s something there, even if they want to admit it or not. She’s one of the few people he tolerates, they’re together almost all the time and he actually seems happy around her,” Gwen reasons.

“You could have just asked, you know,” you say, coming up on their conversation with an amused look on your face.

Their expressions range from flustered to simply amused and you can’t help the laughter that bubbles up as you make eye contact with Jess.

“And to answer the question,” you reach down your suit, pulling out a simple chain with a ring dangling off of the end.

“We’re actually married.”

The group goes silent for a moment, eyes wide as they stare at the necklace in your hands, trying to process your words.

Then, all hell breaks loose.

A/N: Hehe, I'm quite happy with this one :3 This is my first attempt at writing Miguel, sorry if I butchered him but I am absolutely hyperfixating on him after seeing ATSV in theatres yesterday.

Based on the prompt by @imslightlycreative though slightly changed :)) I hope you all enjoyed <3

Part two out now!! Read it here.

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[poppyseed799]

I feel like 80% of arguments I’ve had with my sister could be avoided if she just changed how she views apologies tbh. For some reason she acts like you ONLY need to apologize if you are 100% in the wrong and the person you’re apologizing to is 100% innocent. That’s… not true. Why does she act like this.

#one time my other sister did something that upset me but she couldn’t have known it would upset me. she apologized tho cuz it upset me. #THEN THIS SISTER IN THE POST TOOK BACK HER APOLOGY???? BUDDY THAT WASNT EVEN UR APOLOGY YOU CANT TAKE IT BACK FOR HER #BECAUSE ‘you don’t need to apologize for that it’s POPPYS fault for not SAYING it would upset her’ like WHAAATTT?????? #then accusing me of like… GUILT TRIPPING HER INTO APOLOGIZING???? WHEN I LITERALLY DIDNT ASK FOR AN APOLOGY???? I WAS JUST UPSET???? #then proceeded to try to guilt trip us for saying she was wrong to take back someone else’s apology. like maybe she wasn’t consciously guilt #tripping us (I doubt it) but it was just very hypocritical feeling to me. #(WHEN I SAID I DOUBT IT I MEANT THAT SHE PROBABLY DIDNT MEAN IT BTW I WORDED THAT AWFULLY) #also she refuses to apologize if it’s not 100% her fault and this causes sooo many issues to escalate cuz she’s AGRESSIVE about it. #if she bumps into you don’t expect an apology expect a rudely toned ‘why were you walking there when I was clearly walking there’ #idk I swear she hates me. I always feel so awkward around her partner cuz idk what they talk about but I don’t doubt she might be saying bad #things about me to them. even tho like. I’m usually only about 30% in the wrong. #anyways kids. apologize when you upset someone even if it’s not fully your fault. that’s just how it works. it’s not that deep. #and don’t take back other people’s apologies lmao that was sooo weird

[messylustt]

Going without a bra in your spider suit because you only need to report to Miguel and then your changing so why bother? Completely forgetting that you have your nipples pierced, meaning Miguel can see the barbells and your nipples through the skin tight suit. He’s going feral: both because of the image of them and that someone else would have had to see your naked breasts in order to pierce them.

you were pierced where? — miguel o’hara ( nsfw ). oml—hfndkkkdkkem.

miguel was busy, staying distracted with the nearing mission as he listened to lyla. but the moment you walked in, all suited up and ready, his hard gaze and body simultaneously tensed and widened. because what were wearing? your spider suit, yes. but it was what was poking through that caught miguel’s attention. his eyes grew fixated on your tits as you walked in alone, and oblivious. he quickly waved lyla away, jumping down and stepping closer to you.

“what are you wearing? or should I say…what aren’t you wearing?” miguel speaks slowly, and lowly. you glance down at yourself. he’s seeming to really focus in on the fact that your nipples look pierced — the metal bars poking through. you had chosen not to wear anything under your suit today. it was only going to be you and miguel. you glance back up at him. “what? it’s just you this mission.” you say, thinking it’s about the ‘no bra’ situation. but miguel isn’t focusing on the fact that anyone else could see you, because someone else has seen you.

he steps much closer, his gaze hardening again. “when did you get them pierced?” he asks, his teeth grinding. you look down again. “oh…” you drift off. “a few days ago.”

“a few days ago?” miguel reiterates harshly. “and you…what? didn’t think to tell me?”

“well i was gonna tell you. i am telling you. right now.” you smile, and miguel’s lips twitch in a snarl. “no no, you can’t just decide that.”

“what do you mean — ” but your words are dying off because miguel is now breathing over you. his towering position actually making you gulp. “who did it?” he asks.

and his almost calm tone is making your breathing increase. “uh…someone who does piercings…” you say, eyeing him. “look, miguel, it’s not that big of a de — ”

“who. did. them?” miguel interrupts, his red eyes nearly making you flinch. “i didn’t catch his name.” you mutter, moving to bypass miguel. “now, don’t we have a mission — ”

miguel’s hand is now tightly wrapped around your upper arm, halting your movement. “his?” he asks slowly, as you move to step away again, only earning miguel to yank you back into his chest, as he grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “a guy pierced them?” he double checks the fact that is making his claws itch to sink into something. “a professional did.” you point out, grabbing his wrist to remove his hold.

when he doesn’t shift you instead decide to quickly lean up to place a quick kiss on his lips as a small distraction. that gives you a moment of looseness in his wrist, for you to take his hand away, but then miguel is slipping his hand to the back of your neck, drawing you back in for a more heated kiss. his lips drawing you even closer as he nearly snarls past your teeth, tongues clashing.

but then you’re drawing back and miguel has the urge to sink his fangs into your bottom lip, because why were you moving away?“miguel, we’re working.” you quietly say, darting your gaze around as if you’d see gaping spider-people. but miguel is leading you back, the empty office exactly that. empty. his hands are now purchased around your waist, pulling your lower body against his.

“are you sure you can’t give me a name?” miguel has started placing sloppy kisses along your jaw, as your back hits the wall. “hm?” he’d ruin the guy who touched you. he needed something to sink his claws into with all this pent up jealousy. “i told you…i didn’t catch it…it’s not like we grew close — ”

“but that’s exactly what you were.” miguel interrupts, grabbing part of your neck and jaw again as his breath hits your slightly parted lips. “…close. he was especially close. touching you.” his fangs are now visible with how much he spat the words. “that’s what they do, miguel.” you try to console.

“he stayed professional — ” he keeps cutting you off, mouth now up close and open against your own. “but they’re mine, cariño…mine to touch, mine to play with…” his clawed hand moved to trace over your spider suit covered nipples, feeling the metal bar, as you flinch a fraction.

“aw…” he coos. “they feel hard, cariño…” then he’s leaning towards your ear. “were they hard for him?” you shake your head. but miguel persists. “of course they were. i know how sensitive you can be. and by someone touching them, you would have started to feel…hot…down here…” he runs two claws down your stomach and over your pussy, making your hips shift.

“…isn’t that right?” your breathing is shallow, as he goes to rub experimentally through your suit, his lips now re-attaching to your skin, drawing the edge of your suit down to lick at your neck, making your pulse quicken. “next time you want help involving things like this…” his claw dragged back across your nipples. “…you’ll come to me.” he grabs your chin again, forcing you to agree. “won’t you?”

you quickly nod, your tongue darting out to lick your lips. miguel’s lips finally curve up in a smile. “but since he got to see you all flushed and turned on…i get to see you writhing and spread open under me…that’s sounds about right, doesn’t it?…yeah.” miguel moves your head in a nod, before his hand is dropping back to your throbbing pussy. “there’s a good girl…”

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