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farity · 7 months

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Obsession, part 16

He liked moments like these. The quiet, everyday moments he had with her. Watching a scary show with her head on his thigh, him playing with her hair and smiling to himself whenever she covered her eyes. The way she laid down with three blankets on her but her bare toes peeked out at the other end of the sofa.

"Ugh, that was horrible," she said, laughing, as the credits rolled. Her phone buzzed and she sat up. "I have my appointment."

"Where is it?"

"In the main house, the empty study."

Aemond sighed. "No."

She looked at him, eyebrows raised in question.

"There is recording equipment there. I will call and have her come here - I will turn things off, and I have to talk to Aegon anyway."

Of course. Alicent had wanted the meeting somewhere she could record the conversation. She knew Aemond's office here was bugged as well, but he'd turn it all off. Besides, he already knew everything she would talk about, he'd been there for most of it, hadn't he?

She leaned over to kiss him, happy he'd made time to spent watching a silly show with her. She knew what was coming, and she knew his mind had to be racing a dozen different ways to prepare.

* * * * *

"What do you see happening long term here? In a year or two, where do you see yourself?"

You looked at the statuesque blonde sitting across from you. She had a kind smile and a very loud laugh, and Aemond had greeted her with a hug, which he rarely bestowed on anyone but his family.

"I want to do my own thing, I want something that is mine," you began, "I get it, there are limits to what I can do, but I want to be useful, I can't just do nothing all day."

"How about personally? "

Aemond had told you that she knew about your marriage, but you didn't know how much he had told her. You decided to be honest. What the hell was the point of therapy if you were going to keep shit to yourself?

"I love Aemond. I sure as hell didn't mean to, and he sure as hell didn't mean to love me, but he has told he he does and I believe him. It wasn't supposed to- I don't know."

"It happens sometimes. Some arranged marriages end up becoming love matches in the end. If you think about it, it is a very specific type of person who can fit into a family like this, to make someone born to it feel comfortable and allow them to be vulnerable."

You nodded. "I don't know how well I fit in with all this. The thought of spending my life knowing there are people out to get Aemond, out to get me, it's daunting."

"It is good that you realize that. Sometimes people are drawn to the allure of danger, but you need to live with the person behind the façade, build a life that is solid and a good foundation for what may be some difficult times."

"I went to my boss's funeral a couple of days ago."

"I'm sorry about that." There was a sincere empathy in her voice, her beautiful blue eyes kind as they gazed upon you. "There will be collateral damage - not just death, but the loss of friendships, of the familiar."

You took a deep breath. "I think I was mourning that as well. I cried like a fool, and I know it wasn't all for her."

"You were mourning the loss of your old life, the loss of anonymity. That is a very real loss, if it is all you've known. You are very strong and introspective to realize that."

* * * * *

Aemond was coming back from the main house when your session ended, and he smiled at the therapist again when he saw her. She was probably the only person he literally looked up to, because in her killer heels, she positively towered over him.

"Thank you, Brienne," he said as he clasped her hand.

"Of course. I'll see you next week?" she said to you as she slipped her bag over her shoulder.

You shook her hand, "yes, definitely."

"We'll be in Tarth soon, by the way."

Brienne smiled conspiratorially. "So I have heard," she said as she walked out the door. "Say hi to Papa for me!"

Aemond kissed you after locking the door. "Aegon has had a crush on her for years."

You pictured your brother in law next to Brienne, and laughed. "I bet he has."

"She's smacked him more than once when he's hugged her for too long, but I think that just makes him more in love."

You laid your face on Aemond's chest. "Are you still going?"

His arms tightened around you, "I didn't want to, but they're too quiet. If there's one thing the Baratheons aren't known for, is being agreeable and placid."

You said nothing, but the thought of him going to Tarth unnerved you. He'd be careful, of course, but you knew there were no certainties in this world.

"What's the deal with Brienne?" you asked, trying to distract yourself. "She's not at all what I expected."

Aemond squeezed you gently before heading to the kitchen. "Want something to drink?" he asked as you followed him. "Brienne is not what anyone expects, least of all her father. The fact that she's, you know, got a university degree and works for a living is an insult to him."

"Gods forbid."

"Exactly. I mean, Father always thought it was 'cute' how we let Helaena help with all that 'computer nonsense'," he scoffed. "He never knew how vital she is to us, regardless of how many times we told him."

"Is Borros Baratheon the same?"

"Yeah, one of the old generation," Aemond nodded, then took a long drink, and you watched his throat work, the forearms revealed by his rolled-up sleeves. "Borros considers it a tragedy that he never managed to sire a son."

You smiled, "he sounds delightful." You sipped at your drink and then put the glass down, closing the distance between you and Aemond. "Come with me."

He didn't ask, he took the hand you held out, putting his own drink down and following you.

"I hope you've finalized all your plans for Tarth," you said, looking at him over your shoulder.

"I have. Why?"

You walked into your bedroom and pulled him down for a kiss. "Because I want you. Because I want to have my husband before he leaves."

He let you deepen the kiss, let you begin to undo the buttons on his shirt and push it off his shoulders, and you felt the tension lighten under the gentle touch of your fingertips. "Gods yes," he whispered as your mouth found the spot on his neck where his pulse beat.

You shoved him onto the bed, stepped between his thighs and began to undo the belt and zipper on his pants. He watched you, chest rising and falling, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He lifted his hips to help you slide down his pants and boxers, and slid up to give you room. You slipped off the oversized sweater you wore, pushed down the leggings, to reveal a pale pink bra and matching underwear in the sheerest lace, that covered nothing at all.

"Fuck."

You slowly tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. "Well, that is my plan." Kneeling between his thighs, you took him in your hands, making him gasp, and then you took him in your mouth, and he let out a long string of profanities.

You began working him slowly, your tongue tracing around the head and the vein on the underside of his length, going as far as you could as his thighs tensed with the effort to keep still.

"I'm not- I'm not going to last," he panted, and when you hummed around him, he swore again, and you felt one hand slipping into your hair. "I want to come inside you," he muttered, and you raised an eyebrow before pulling your mouth off him.

He grabbed your arms, pulling you until you were straddling him, and then he was tearing off your underwear before impaling you on his cock. "Fuck yes. By the Seven, you feel good."

You reached back to undo the clasp on your bra, tossed it aside as you began to move. Your hips rocked as you rose and fell, the feeling of fullness had you squeezing your breasts, your head falling back as he gripped you so hard you knew you'd find marks later.

More, you thought.

You heard desperate sounds from Aemond, knew he was close, and then he slipped a hand between your bodies, your gasp turning into a moan as you realized how far gone you were. You felt him get even harder inside you and it was enough to send you over the edge, your thighs squeezing his hips as your body tensed, his fingers relentless between your legs, prolonging your release until he groaned, his own orgasm taking over as you collapsed on top of him.

You felt his hips stutter against you as you slowly floated down. One arm went around you and you felt him roll over until you were on your back. He buried his face in your hair and you wrapped your arms around him.

"I will go to battle every day if this is how you send me off," he said a minute later. His hand was running up and down your arm, and you pressed a kiss to his neck.

I'd rather you didn't go to battle at all, you thought, but said nothing. Choosing him meant choosing his life, and you knew that.

"Will you let me know how things are going as much as you can?"

"Of course." He looked down at you, kissed the tip of your nose. "Maybe we can go somewhere after all this is done."

Your eyes widened. "Really? Just you and me?"

He pressed his lips together. "With some guards."

You nodded. "Yeah, I can do that."

* * * * *

Aemond left his wife curled up on the sofa, a book in her hand as he promised her he would be back as soon as possible. It was strange this, knowing there was someone waiting for him to return.

He knew his family wanted him to be safe, but he'd never been with anyone long enough for them to matter, for them to be around when he left to potentially confront someone.

He'd gone over the plan several times with all his men, taken Aegon's input and thanked Helaena for her logistics help. He'd had Cregan Stark's name on a list of people he could call on, Stark had offered, after all, but seeing his sister so happy pulled at him and he decided not this time.

Selwyn Tarth had cleared the airspace over his land, offered as many man as Aemond wished, along with transport and weapons if needed. While Aemond was hoping it would not come to needing such resources, he appreciated the offer, and had requested a discreet amount of both firearms and vehicles.

"We're starting our descent now, sir," his pilot said, and Aemond went over the plan one more time. Every contingency, every detail, he ran through it all.

* * * * *

"I want my accounts released."

Aemond stared at Borros Baratheon, dark eyes flashing in anger as he leaned over the desk in his office.

"They will be, as soon as all our conditions are met."

There was a knock on the door and a soft voice was heard through the heavy door. "Dad?"

"I want your goons to put their guns down so my daughter can come in."

Aemond nodded and his men put their weapons away.

"Come in."

The door opened and a young woman walked in. Aemond didn't know which girl it was, but he wondered at her sudden appearance.

"Floris, come here, sweetheart."

He put an arm around her, kissed her temple.

"Look, I didn't know Viserys was going after you. I gave him what he asked for, but he didn't run his plan by me. I'd like to apologize for that."

The young woman looked down at the ground and Aemond began to get a bad feeling.

"Marry my daughter. We become family, there is no animosity between us."

"I can't marry your daughter. I'm already married."

Borros smiled. "That's easy to fix. Your wife isn't from any of the Houses, it's not like it's an advantageous match. My Floris is-"

"lovely," Aemond interrupted, "but I'm not marrying her, Borros. She's going to Highgarden."

Floris looked up then, "Willas Tyrell?"

When Aemond nodded, she turned to her father. "Father, I-"

"Shut up, girl. Are you sending my girls all over fucking Westeros?"

"I'm making advantageous marriages for them, they will all be part of families pledging their loyalty to the right side."

"And then what, when they're all married off, do I get my accounts back?"

"Dad!" Floris looked at her father, brow furrowed.

"Once they are each married and living in their new homes, you get your accounts back. After providing proper dowries to each of them, of course."

Borros glared at Aemond. "Dowries? What the fuck is this, medieval-"

"This is what happens when you make bad choices, Borros," Aemond said, "you'll keep enough to live here comfortably. And I'll leave some men to make sure you don't get in trouble."

There was the sound of something rolling around and Borros looked out the window. "What the fuck is that?"

"I will send instructions for each girl's wedding - congratulations, Floris, Willas is a very intelligent and kind man. A pleasure as always, Borros." He didn't add that she'd have to cope with his grandmother ruling over the family, but that was not his concern.

He walked out with his men as Borros ran out in time to see most of his stockpile of weapons being loaded onto a large truck. He smiled as the older man began screaming in rage.

A moment later he was shoved to the ground by one of his men as shots rang out. He turned around, gun already in his hand, as Borros aimed at him again.

He heard Floris scream and several more shots rang out before he felt a sharp, burning pain in his chest, and then everything went dark.

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absolutebl · 7 months

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Hey Abl, trust you are well. So I took a month off bl to deal with life stuff and upon my return there's a lot of new shows and I'm feeling overwhelmed and need to prioritize. What should I start with that started airing in late October/November? Spanx!

BL Quick Picks - End of 2023 Releases

That finished its run? Sorry I don't keep that close track of things ending but stuff I loved that ended relatively recently as follows. (I'm giving you a range of styles to suit your mood.)

Felling light and fluffy?

Jun & Jun

(Korea Viki)

A delightful office romance about an ex-idol who joins cubical life only to find his new boss is his first love. Others boys are sniffing around too. Operative word being "sniffing" as much of this romance involves smell. With a snappy (sometimes even raunchy) script, enjoyable sides, a pretty as peaches cast, and descent chemistry this show made up for in style what it lacked in substance. I like fluff. I loved this. I smiled every moment I was watching. With tons of rewatch potential (especially the last few eps), my only caution is this is for fans of the BL genre only, I don’t think it’ll work for anyone else. 9/10

Feeling complex and drama llama?

I Feel You Linger in the Air

(Thailand grey, YT for some)

I truly loved this time travel romance. IFYLITA is an exquisite BL, from filming techniques to narrative framework (much like Until We Meet Again). Steeped in history and family drama it edges into lakorn (but no as much as To Sir With Love and with way less scenery chewing). This is an elegant and classy BL… from Thailand which normally doesn't even try for classy. The main couple (both as a pair and individuals) were excellent, particularly Bright (Yai) whose eye-work acting style is a personal favorite of mine. Pity about the ending. Oh it wasn’t that sad but it wasn’t good either. This show should easily have earned a 10 from me except that it fumbled the… erm… balls. Argh. Whatever. 9/10

Feeling odd and chaotic?

Why R U?

(Korea iQIYI)

Korea decided to remake, of all possible Thai BLs, Why RU? And that is exactly what we got: a short form, clean & pretty, slightly confusing, uneven chemistry, all the same tropes KBL that kind of cliff-noted the original but with none of the heat or complex relationship dynamics. I just … what world is this? Because it is BOTH bizarro land, and EXACTLY what I expected. How do I rate it? In the end I have to go back to simple questions: did I like it, would I rewatch it, and would I recommend it? Yes. Probably. And probably not. What the actual hell? 8/10

Feeling dark and complex?

Tokyo in April is AKA Shigatsu no Tokyo wa

(Japan Viki)

Two young men with a shared tragic past reunite and fall in love all over again, but the past will not stop hunting them. Based on a manga, this office set reunion romance is GREAT… damn it. It’s Japan in full on soft focus which means it gets emo, abusive, and chewy. These two characters are giving parts of their souls away in a desperate attempt to shape themselves to the expectations they have of each other. Japan gave us the Bed Friends that Thailand could never even imagine. But here’s the thing: I don’t enjoy my BL this heavy and cutting. I know that for The 8th Sense crowd this is peak BL and I can’t argue with the fact that the romantic devotion, domesticity, script, and acting IS all on point. It’s just not my personal preference for that point to be so damn sharp. I appreciate that this being 2023 I have the luxury of consistent quality (especially from Japan) and thus the ability to say… I acknowledge that this SHOULD get a 9/10 but I can’t emotionally go higher than 8/10

Feeling sappy and in need of comfort?

Stay By My Side

(Taiwan Viki)

This show was an interesting take on the "ghost boyfriend" trope. About a boy who is tormented by hearing the dead, except when he is around one other boy - desperation+proximity = love. Unfortunately, the story was erratic and waffled about. While the leads turned in solid performances and the sappy domesticity was off the charts, it never really had the strength of the narrative convictions such a strong concept should have supplied. Highly rewatchable and enjoyable for that sappy domesticity but not a whole lot more. Still I always give extra credit for the diabetes-inducing sugar content and rewatch capacity. 8/10

Feeling sexy?

My Personal Weatherman AKA Taikan Yoho

(Japan Gaga)

I liked it a lot and it's classic yaoi of the kind that really only works from Japan. Basically: boys who fell in love in college end up living together but both are so repressed they actually don't realize they're in love. It's higher heat from Japan and well done, but it leaned into the "why don't they just talk for fuck's sake?" trope which is only exacerbated into undiluted frustration by the fact that they're already fucking. It's good, but watching requires more patience than usual, even from Japan. 8/10

Feeling sweet and earnest?

Sing My Crush

(Korea iQIYI)

This a cute coming of age drama around music and 2 kinds of self acceptance and actualization journeys. This was basically Korea’s version of About Youth, and was perhaps a bit too soft and ungrounded by comparison, like a marshmallow sculpture. Sweet but somewhat lacking in discernible flavor. 8/10

If you want to know what I'm enjoying that's airing right now, I'm mot yet caught up this week but I have time today so the weekly ranking will drop in a few hours. But I can tell you with confidence that very little is likely to unseat...

My Dear Gangster Oppa (Thailand iQiyi)

from my affections right now. I love it unconditionally and it's airing on iQIYI.

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circledotdestroy · 2 months

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Retrospective - Chapter 4: Professional Conversations

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x F! Pro-Hero! Reader (the slowest burn) Main summary: After 12 years, you, Pro-Hero Strife, has to return to Japan. Your objective: discreetly track down and capture Akari Kaneko, a.k.a. Pro-Hero Aegis— your old classmate who attacked you during her visit in America. In the aftermath of All Might losing his power, however, using UA resources has its complications. The most unexpected complication being Aizawa, someone you never expected to see again. Why does your past have to come back to haunt you now? Masterlist First Chapter Last Chapter Word Count: 5,708

A/N: So Aizawa decided to comeback finally the other day... How are we feeling? Anyway, I hope this helps the manga readers. (I'm so sorry it's been over a month, life decided to throw me at the wall a few times. Because I've been struggling with posting chapters as often as I want to, I've decided after this one I will be cutting down the size. I hope it works out for the best, but that means there will be a larger number of chapters. I hope those of you that read my story don't care too much) (Also where the hell is Mic???)

For the rest of the meeting you stood breathless. Heart gushing blood through your ears. The words of your proposal dissolved as everything after cemented arrangements flowed into nothingness. You smiled, nodded, and told your new boss you understood his terms as his words reached your ears. Yet you grasped at nothing.

Nezu left the room satisfied. Said something about signing and a new ID. On his way out he wished you the best working for Eraser’s class. You did well, you think.

When Nezu was gone, heavy thunking and a giant shadow from the corner of your eye irritated you out of your trance. It was Mic, jiggling the briefcase by the handle. Your laptop was still in there! Slightly annoyed, you swiped at the handle to snatch it back. Mic pulled it away before you could, saying something about how he knows you can grab it, and to “try harder”.

You rolled your eyes in a huff, though now wasn’t a good time to break character. Right? You looked around the bright room and almost everyone was gone. The clock on the wall ticked away as you tried to place when everyone left on a timeline. Nemuri waved on her way out, All Might gave you a thumbs up. This was maybe five to seven minutes after you volunteered your time thoughtlessly. When the vote was over, the only people who needed to be in the room was you, Nezu, and—

You turned to the right of Mic’s chair. Eraser finished gathering his folders from his table. Nezu left the details of your position to him. There were many questions you had about being an advisor, but the main one was ‘what does Eraser have in mind?’ Eraser went around the table. Before you finished thinking you’d need to stop him to clarify your new temp job, he joined you and Mic in the center of the room.

In typical fashion, Mic caught on and spoke up before you thought of how to open. “You’re working with Strife then, Eraser? You excited?”

Eraser huffed, ignoring his question. Whether he regretted agreeing to the arrangement already, or he was annoyed Mic brought it up, you weren’t sure. So much for fostering a good professional relationship. You understood though. Just because something is objectively better, like having someone help you prepare twenty kids for a grueling exam, doesn’t mean it’s what you wanted. “I need to talk to Strife. Alone.”

Mic’s grin left his face as he looked at you then back at Eraser then back at you. “Alright,” his smile came back as he shrugged. Mic flipped your briefcase over his shoulder and walked toward the door, leaving you with the friend-of-a-friend. “Try not to keep her too long!” Eraser watched Mic leave the room. In the silence, the conversation you had earlier came to your mind again. Now that you owe him, thinking of how you stormed off earlier made you want to ask Mic to stay. Not out of fear, but because he’d make this interaction less uncomfortable.

But it was too late when the door shut.

You and Eraser. Alone. In a bright, empty room. There’s no need for played up charisma—not when he was past it all and knew you were full of it. Eraser, unexpectedly, held out the folders to you. Grabbing the small stack cautiously with both hands, you thought back to your earlier theory about the folders holding information meant to cast you out. If that was the case then he wouldn’t give you these now. Not when he can hold the folders as leverage for later. Eraser didn’t say a word until you flipped open the first folder, on the top there was a school photo of a boy with red hair. “My class starts training today in Gamma at 9:30.” Toward the middle there was another picture of him in the UA gym uniform. One of his arms was rigid like the side of a cliff, while the other looked normal. “Those contain the information of a few students in my class, I’ll give you more later. I want them to work on creating Ultimate Moves for the exams.”

That’s it?

Eraser could’ve done that without you. Why would he agree to the deal, if the training was independent work?

Your finger traced the paper up to the lines next to the headshot of the boy. The first line should be his name. Squinting at the page, your eyes bounced across the paper. The page was incomprehensible, a salad of lines and squares. You closed the folder and looked at the gray capture weapon again, it was easier to see what actions he’d take if you looked around his shoulders. “It’d be best if I observe the students before I read the files.”

Eraser shifted his weight to one leg, causing a shift where his weapon overlapped. “Any reason why?” His weapon was too clean for it to be used frequently. Maybe he got it replaced recently? Yet again, with everything you heard about the school, his students fighting off villains without licenses… it’d make sense if he was sidelined from doing hero work if his teaching his class was a handful.

“I want to judge them myself,” you answered, mirroring his stance. You lowered the folders in front of your body. Eraser made no moves to take them from you. “Judges don’t read about people taking the test before the exam. It’s like how students don’t meet judges grading the exam. It plays into…” you tried to find the right word. An equivalent to “impressions”, but drawn blank. You raised a gloved hand to pick the word out of the air. Eraser just leaned back with a vacant stare making it harder to concentrate. You closed your eyes and sighed as you settled on “-first sight, if you understand.”

When you opened your eyes, Eraser gave no input of his own. He stared blankly, with nothing to suggest he knew what you meant.

Language switching wouldn’t be acceptable with him like it would be with Hizashi. If you were supposed to give advice to students, then you’d need to communicate clearly. How often would you have to play Word Find in front of teenagers? If you wanted to stay here long enough to locate Akari—hell, if you wanted to investigate in Japan, you needed to get your act together. And quick. “It would also help if they are focused on their training, not a stranger in the room.” While you figure out the mechanics of their quirks, you can have some time to think about and practice what you’ll say. It’ll be just like the first year.

“My students won’t get distracted,” Eraser crossed his arms, with an edge in his voice. Defensive? “But fine. It’s logical enough. We’ll still meet at Gamma and set something up for you to get the information needed, but the class still has to meet you today. There’s only 10 days of training, no time should be wasted.”

Fair enough. If they’re training ultimate moves, you only need a little time to get the gist of their quirks for day one. Details can come later. It should give you enough time for a language refresher. “Anything else?”

Glancing at the ground, his boots pointed toward the door. Unlike his weapon, those were scuffed and broken in. The man is as ready to leave as you are. “We have everything covered. For now. We can talk more after you observe the class. We’ll discuss more when the time comes. For now, we’re building their strengths and hammering out weak points.”

The conversation ended and he finished, about to walk out the door. Footsteps thudded against the hard floor as he made his exit. You thought you were ready to see him leave, but “Wait—!”

Eraser paused.

The hand raised toward him recoiled into a loose fist. You put it away before he turned back. When he did, your eyes trailed to his boots again. “The way I walked out…” They were pointed toward you, and not the door. Good to know you had his full attention this time around. He hummed, that type of thing would be hard to forget in less than a few hours. You tried to find the rest of your sentence and got stuck at a fork in the road.

Were you supposed to say an apology you didn’t mean?

You weren’t sorry about why you left. In fact, business and gratitude aside, you were still mad at him. Not that it matters. “I didn’t act my best,” you said, looking up from the ground. What you feel now— it means nothing.

The man blinked slowly then glanced off to the side closest to the door. Bored already… Him listening to what you had to say was only professional courtesy.

“I didn’t act my best. You’re giving me this opportunity to let me complete my mission faster, and you don’t have to.” You were going to work with him. You’ll help his class. All of them will get their license. In return, you’ll get the answers you need. When all is said and done, Eraser won’t ever see the Pro-Hero Strife again. “Thank you, Eraser.” Words fell out smooth as sand on your tongue, but you can look at his face again.

Eraser rubbed the back of his neck, dodging your gaze by glancing at the ceiling. “If you judged licensing exams before then you’re an asset. Letting you investigate here is a rational trade, I’d be an idiot to vote against it,” he explained listlessly, meeting your eyes toward the end.

You nodded. “Of course…” After a hectic few hours, this was how your conflict ended. All personal grudges all under the bridge… Just like that.

Because you two are adults. Two adults with jobs to do– professionals.

You walked past the other hero, your short-term coworker, explained how you didn’t want to keep Mic waiting. He understood, told you he’d have more information ready later. Both of you went into the hallway. Mic was trying really hard to make it look like he wasn’t listening in. Mic tried dodging the suspicion by bringing up food. Fortunately for him, with the way you’ve been using your power– on top of the healing quirk, you needed calories. Enough to fill a black hole with the way your stomach squeezed. Eraser didn’t have the same worries as you. In seconds, he was long in the opposite direction and you were fine.

Mic led you around campus talking about Lunchrush, another member of UA’s immortality club. With your past experience in the kitchen, a new respect toward the man has grown. He was in charge of preparing enough food for hundreds of people. Showing up unannounced for food felt like an invasion. Lunchrush would have little use for American currency. You really should stop at the bank to make an exchange soon. When you arrived at the cafeteria Mic gave your briefcase back, told you to wait while he worked his “magic”. He strolled backward into the kitchen door, finger guns blazing, to the orchestra of scraping metal. Not long after he came out of the kitchen holding two trays. One with a giant bowl and another with four smaller ones on them. You went to help him but he pointed his chin to a nearby table for you to sit. You hurried to the table, pulling one chair out for Mic then going around to the chair closest to the wall for you to sit.

“Lunchrush thought the request was weird for this time of day, but I figured it’d be closer to dinner for you.” Mic put the tray with smaller dishes on his side of the table. Savory steam floated from his food. His tray had savory broth and spring onion with either soft tofu or an onsen egg (it was hard to tell from your angle), plain rice, the fluffiest rolled omelet, and a strip of tender salmon. It was a feast for the eyes and you can almost taste it on your tongue.

You looked at Hizashi before you drooled over the table like a rabid animal. From your angle, it seemed as if there were no side dishes on the tray he was still carrying. His buckling elbow told you the bowl was heavy. “I tried to get your favorite, but you usually brought your own thing when you finally learned to cook for yourself.” He went to place your food on the table. When you reached to grab the tray, Mic pulled it away. You raised your eyebrow at him. The joke would’ve been more funny if your stomach wasn’t clawing inward to digest itself. Hizashi held the tray closer to you, but pulled it away when you tried grabbing it again.

“Excuse me?”

You expected him to laugh in your face then give you your meal, but his expression hadn’t changed from the slightly amused smile from earlier. The tray floated further from your reach as the man before you held the tray high like he was the cover model posing for Waiter’s Weekly. Hizashi looked down, his pose statue-esque. “You never said anything about Kaneko visiting you.”

You put your hands under the table. Once shielded under the table, your fingers interlaced firmly. “I didn’t mean to make you look bad, I’m sorry.” You really were, you’d apologize even if the beloved sustenance was in your grasp. Peering up again, the statue pose relaxed, but Hizashi made no moves to hand you the tray. “The case has been a lot, I guess,” you couldn’t truthfully tell him you forgot to say anything.

“Right—it just slipped your mind.” Mic teased with lasers scanning across your body. You stopped leaning over the table and forced yourself to sit straight. The wound became slightly itchy– a small price to pay. Was he going to ask about you calling him? “I’m gonna keep it real, you’ve been forgetting about a lot of things.”

“I’m not the only one,” you thought, focus gliding to empty tables toward your right until you heard a sigh.

“You’re talking about Aizawa?” The plastic tray thudded on the table. A treacherous scrap made you wince when Hizashi pulled his chair further out to join you at the table. “I wasn’t trying to blindside you either.”

Steam curled into the air from the large bowl creating a veil between the two of you. Your fingers laced tighter, expecting Hizashi to say something else. Unless it was your turn to speak. You acknowledge his statement with a small nod. You moved your tray closer to your end of the table, hot vapor hit your face. You looked into the bowl. Hizashi got you a bowl of udon. The noodles were abundant with just enough rich broth, and it was topped with a crazy amount of vegetables and protein—the perfect thing for your current situation. In spite of your hunger, a lump formed in your throat. Most udon wasn’t supposed to include all these toppings, there was only one restaurant you remember including this much food without having to add on. Hizashi wasn’t playing around with what he said earlier.

“What are we waiting for,” Hizashi asked, breaking the tension. “Let’s eat!”

The two of you dug into your meals. As experience taught you, eating good food really does help move pain along. When you get the opportunity to combine the nutrients with sleep, you should feel a whole lot better the next time you wake up.

“How do you feel,” asked Hizashi.

You hummed with a slight jerk, worried he remembered your end of the call from days ago. When you processed the teasing edge to his voice, you relaxed.

“Mentor Strife coming out of retirement, didn’t think I’d live to see the day.” Mic had a cocky smile. “And after you told me you couldn’t multitask—”

“Not multitasking.” While you didn’t plan for this to be the mission, the mission is what the mission becomes. In this case the mission is finding Akari and helping Eraser’s students pass their test. The latter is secondary, but you know better than to walk around owing people. “I’m not mentoring students.” The students don’t need one–they already have teachers. “I’m helping them pass a test. That’s it.”

Mic pouted mockingly toward you and you mirrored him briefly before drinking some broth. “Not gonna stay to celebrate after? That’s cold,” Mic shook his head, pointing his chopsticks at you lightheartedly.

“By the time of the exam, there shouldn’t be a reason why I’m still at school. I need to finish work here before the hotel bill gets expensive. I want to go back to work soon.”

“Stay at the dorms then! We have all the room in the world. Unless…” Mic trails off, and you already know where this is going. “Personal feelings getting in the way of your job?”

You drop your spoon into the bowl tight-lipped. “I like my space,” you smiled.

“Space from who exactly?”

“Children,” you showed your teeth, hoping he’d get the hint.

Mic put his hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying! You don’t know who’s working at a hotel. Plus there’s more guests day in and day out than a rock festival. If someone knows what they’re doing, they can find what room you’re in. Swipe a keycard and mess with your stuff.”

“You think Akari would do that,” you asked.

“Were we looking at the right scene earlier?” You leaned back and clutched your nonexistent pearls at his sudden outburst. Mic shook his head, “what i’m trying to say is: If Kaneko finds out where you are, it’d be a huge blow to your plan. If you don’t want to stay at the dorms because of your gross personal feelings–” Mic gagged, rolling his eyes back dramatically. Which, admittedly, got a smile out of you. “Then you could stay at my place– it’s not like I’m using it.”

“No way.” You shook your head. “I don’t know what you have there!”

“My apartment’s clean! Cleaner than yours ever was– I remember your–” Mic said a term you didn’t know the meaning of followed by “Disgusting!”

“I wasn’t talking about those.”

“Because you can’t,” Mic interrupted.

You put a finger in the air, “I’m staying at the hotel. The hotel is close to the train station and I’ll have to travel around for the case anyway. If it makes you feel better, I’ll leave my research here.”

“And if Kaneko finds you?”

You leaned back from Hizashi, you grabbed your chopsticks and chose a random topping floating in the broth. Tilting your head, you pondered his question and thought about what the right answer should be. If Akari were standing in front of you, in your hotel room, after everything she did. Looking back up at Mic, you shrugged. “Let her.”

When the meal was done, you and Mic had to go your separate ways for the morning. He had no problem giving you a refresher on gamma’s location, despite your constant reassurances for him not to. As predicted, the directions confused you into taking longer to leave the building. A good general idea based on your memory, turned into a jumble of lefts and rights. Spotting for “this” symbol over “that” one. Somehow to the gym before Eraser and his class. No one was heading out of the school from where you can, either. Trying your luck you pushed the door open, leading to a hallway that seemed to be in an ‘L’ shape. Exploring further, you spotted the double doors leading inside the gym. These doors were locked, however.

You leaned on the door, not understanding why the class wouldn’t arrive earlier. Didn’t the staff want the first years to get their license as soon as possible? When the time came around for you, you’d rush to one of the training areas whenever you could. The ticking clock on the wall counted the seconds of your growing impatience. It made it hard to focus on your own thoughts. The off white tiles on the floor stretched out into a blurred vision of mind numbing boredom, then there was an aggressive prodding.

You slid to the floor– no one was near the building. The small hide away surrounding the entrance would be fantastic for cover if villains ever got into the school. The hall was nice and flat too. You could throw a baseball at a good angle, have it bounce off the wall and knock someone out like that one ti— you needed something productive. Taking your phone out of your case, you checked the notifications. Nothing. Then you looked at your laptop. No one was coming yet, you had another twenty minutes, why not check that too?

Pulling out the laptop, muscle memory took over. It came to a halt when the page wouldn’t load, no connection to the wifi it said. Checking the schools network, you were surprised to know Nezu never changed the password. Refreshing the page, you finally got into your account. The usual night crew should start their shift now. You moved the cursor to your workload and smiled seeing a red circle on your inbox link. When you clicked it you were happy to see you got a message from Gold Rush, the coworker who volunteered to work on the home-side of the case while you were away. Clicking on the message icon, you hoped he could tell you about what he found while you were in the infirmary.

Unfortunately, he just messaged you to say he just clocked in and wanted to see if you landed ok. It wasn’t what you wanted to read, you sighed, but replied about your progress. He put a thumbs up on the message. From there you had to strain your eyes to read the next block of text. Gold planned to take another look around your neighborhood, ask around to see if anyone saw Akari going into the building before your apartment was demolished— check out the damage again, if you were “okay” with it. When it’s over, he’ll send his notes on the last few days before his shift ends.

Pressing your lips together, you typed “thank you” then stuffed the laptop in your briefcase. Everything should be fine. Gold was the one who found the postcard Akari left when you were out. You worked with him at the agency for years at this point. He pulled his weight and kept up with you fine. He can hold down what little fort is left, while you’re here. Helping hero trainees.

You closed your eyes, already exhausted at the prospect of standing up again, but you pushed against the floor. Hold onto the wall. Seethe at some sharp pain in your side for a half-second.

See. Everything will be fine.

How could it not be?

You stretched your arms out and then walked in circles. After a minute or two, the pain didn’t hurt as bad. Maybe calories were all you needed.

Then there was a faint buzzing down your spine. No echoes in the halls. Just a ticking clock and your beating heart.

A jolt.

It must be a group outside. Eraserhead and his class finally showed– no doubt about it. You went for your briefcase, not taking your eyes off the hallway. When muffled voices reached your ears, you were perfectly in the center holding the case at your side. There was another jolt, then a surge hit you full swing. The pain was gone and you felt alive.

What a lively—and/or terrified— group! You forgot how strong teenagers felt about things. Yet again, the last you were around this many of them was when you were a teenager who felt just as strong. If they were told about the exam prior, they’re either rushing to get the ball rolling or having their heart explode over the deadline.

Turning the corner, the sea of students was technicolor. And louder than you prepped for. You took it all in. First impressions are integral to how citizens, and therefore judges, view a hero. What were you working with?

The boy with glasses looked like a knight with tubes coming out of his legs– a speed quirk probably? You could see civilians going to him to get them somewhere safe. If he was as strong as he looked, he could pack a punch on larger villains on the way out.

Two students reminded you of Present Mic when he was a teenager. Both of them, a boy and a girl wearing jackets that made them look like little rockstars! The boy had an electricity motif going on, so anybody can roughly guess what his power is—and the girl was wearing boots! And they had speakers? She must have a sound quirk like Mic, fantastic! If they play their cards right, they’ll never go broke.

While you can guess the quirk of those three, many students’ quirks were up in the air. One boy, with a nasty scar over his eye, wore a plain, navy blue jumpsuit. Another boy wore one with black, white, and a bit of yellow–who also had a mutation affecting his elbows, but you couldn’t guess what his quirk would be. At least he was stylish.

When it came to the girls' uniforms you were disappointed. The designers were STILL giving trainees heels! How are they supposed to run top speed in busted terrain? Unbelievable!

Noticing the girls’ inadequate footwear opened the floodgates on the design flaws on the others. Lack of armor and padding on the boy with a giant tail and the girl with pink skin. Lack of support for the tallest girl wearing a unitard exposing her vital organs. She could be like Midnight and need skin exposure, but you doubt the support company has never seen a sports bra before. The worst sin you bore witness to is a short, purple kid wearing a diaper—a self-respecting hero wouldn’t design that!

The students in front of the line stopped chatting among themselves. Some jumped at the sight of you. The rest of the class went quiet as they assessed you, this stranger, standing in the middle of their hallway where you don’t belong.

“I’m not a villain.”

No one laughed. The students’ expressions were vacant, they probably thought you were a dork. Your finger twitched as you thought of throwing your hand up and peacing out of there. Why did you volunteer for this position? You stood your ground and stared ahead. Judgemental teenagers won’t be the end of your resolve.

Eraser turned the corner, walking ahead of the silent crowd. “You showed up early.”

“I don’t show up late.”

Toward the end of the line of students Midnight waved at you as she stood with two other men. One looked like a cinder block-snowman, the other had a swanky trenchcoat and bared his teeth. You waved back at your friend, and a few students turned toward the back of the line. Eraser gestured to everyone, Midnight and the other two teachers included, to go inside the Gym. There’s something he had to take care of and he’ll be back in a minute, he said before giving the key to the boy with the knight outfit. The boy took the key with extreme duty, saying he was honored for the responsibility. Nice to know who the energetic one is.

Eraser handed you blue file folders, similar to the ones you put in your briefcase earlier then started walking ahead of you. He explained the folders had the quirks of the students you’re working with. He took you to another door he had to unlock. It was a sharp contrast to the bright hallways from before. Some cobwebs hung from the dim ceiling and the stair railing. This was the type of place a killer would drag a victim to hold them for a few days. When he turned the light switch on, it was still darker than the outside, but not the worst place you’ve been too.

Eraser approached the table against the wall holding a couple of computer monitors. He set up the tablet he tucked under his arm to the primary computer, explaining how to flip through the cameras. He said you can take notes on the tablet or in folders, but no matter what he’d need the tablet back. If you wanted anything to think over then you’d need to take notes manually, or bust out your own laptop.

“I know for the best results, you need time to study the students, but try to wrap it up in around the twenty minute mark,” he explained as he finished setting up. He rolled a chair from the right of the table for you to sit. After everything from earlier, it was hard to believe you both were being professional about this. He must really want his class to pass. “Time is short, and there’s a lot to see in-person too.”

You sat, swiveling the chair. “Got it. No loitering,” you tapped the screen experimentally and the camera shifted. Eraser didn’t react to the statement, but you knew better than to expect him too. You were just here for the job.

Eraser asked if you had anything you needed to know anything else. Scanning the room again, you settled on asking where the stairs led. Apparently, it was an observation room. He said you could watch the class up there with you and leave the equipment alone; but he knew for a fact why you wouldn’t.

You minded your manners and thanked him for setting up for you before he left for his class. You shook your head as the door shut, his class. Just as you said before, he may have been good with children, but Eraser being a teacher voluntarily was weird. Weirder being alone in a secret backroom.

The air brushed against your neck giving you chills. Where you sit, anyone can come behind you from either the stairs or the door if you weren’t mindful. You shifted the position of the chair’s seat toward the blank wall. With the stairwell’s rotation starting on your right and the table being under the “left” portion of the room, you should have better access to see everything that way.

Soon, Eraser entered Gamma. He talked to his class for a while. Safe to say, it was about the exam. Midnight stepped beside him, her finger pointing in the air, then Cinderblock did the same thing. It was a cult practice. After he spoke, he turned around and walked away from the group. The boy in the knight outfit was giving a reaction to the Smile Man. The man wasn’t opening his mouth though— were they having a psychic conversation? The knight was pleased by what the Smile Man told him. Other students were giving him weird looks, further proving the psychic theory.

Eraser spoke again and then the towers of rocks grew to the ceiling. Wait… You switch the camera view on one of the monitors and the structures reached 90% of the way to the ceiling. Back on the ground Smile Man threw up and more of himself formed, gross, but whatever gets the job done? The students were used to it at this point, because they were obviously hyped.

Starting now, you have twenty minutes to gather as much intel as possible. You clicked the screen to change the camera as fast as possible. The pink, moth girl worked with a substance oozing from her skin. A shorter boy, with a mutant quirk and a cloak, walked with Smile Man toward a farther corner of the gym to a cave structure. The boy with the tail started battling with a Smile Man and he was doing rather well. His combat skills were up-to-par, something undervalued considering not ALL villains are interested in leveling a city.

You switched the camera and nausea hit the back of your throat. The students were walking up the structures and there were no railings. OSHA would have a field day over these violations. Nausea hit you again when you remembered you’d have to join on said OSHA violations. If you didn’t know better, you’d think Eraser agreed to let you tutor his class to torment you. Like in the second you brought up the quid pro quo, he thought of the best way to make you quit and violate the agreement. Pushing the dread aside, you wrote as many notes on the students as you could before twenty minutes were over.

Fun fact: systems change all the time during American Licensing Exams. It’s part of the reason why first impressions matter so much. A good impression can add points, or prevent you from losing points in deduction-based systems. A bad impression will have the reverse effect, and frame everything someone does negatively. It’s easy to say only technical skills should matter, but you need to expect the people to have poor judgment if you want the students to succeed.

You looked at the time and saw you had four minutes before close. You rushed to finish your last thoughts on the student– the boy from the file earlier, so you can join everyone at the gym. You thought about what advice you should give to him. It was clear from how he hit he put a lot of thought into strength, but if he could work on his speed— You wrote it all down, but then you heard the most GRATING ring you can imagine coming from your side. You recoiled at the sound and saw the monitors were frozen. The tablet on your side blinded you with harsh, white light.

You squinted at the tablet, your head starting to hurt from the obnoxious, high pitch. You wanted it to stop. You shot from the chair, yanking the cords out of the device as it beeped at you for a password. On the screen, there was a crude image of two stick figures– an adult and a child.

Eraser put a parental lock on the tablet.

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deathisararemercy · 1 year

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Hey so i was wondering if you could do a p2 to the kung fu panda au? Maybe with the second movie as the main recolved arc? If not thats fine i just really liked it lol ^^

Puss in Boots x Kung Fu Panda AU Part 2

Death x Reader

A/N: Howdy anon! I had to brush up on KFP2 for this one, but I'm glad to continue this little AU! Though I did explore Death's relationship with the reader in the original post, I mainly did that with anticipating a part two. So for the sake of having a nice narrative, at the start of this little post, the reader and Death are just acquaintances. Thank you for sending in this request!

You are living your best life as the Dragon Warrior. You're defending the valley, have five awesome new best friends, have one very cool kung fu master as your teacher (who was going to teach you all about inner peace!), and also your parent is still running the best noodle shop in the valley.

Also there's that one wolf guy: Death.

Sometimes he shows up when you're defending the valley, sometimes he doesn't. But whenever you see him, you're both glad to see each other. At least, you think he's glad to see you. Kind of hard to tell since you usually see him wearing his hood.

When you and the Five are sent to stop a gang of bandits, you're reminded that not all wolves are nice.

And you have a flashback of another panda, just like you.

Death appears (again). Normally, you'd be startled by his presence, but you're still reeling from the memory. He's Death, but he can't read minds, so you brush him off and gather the gang to head back home.

Sidenote: Yes, Death was there when your biological parent died. Yes, he could (and would) tell you more about them if you asked. But he hasn't put together the dots that you're remembering your past.

You ask your parent about your past, and now you're a bit shaken, having learned you're adopted and still having questions your parent can't give you answers to, but WHOOPSIES time for a quest.

(*Shrek the Musical Fiona voice*: Skip ahead, skip ahead, skip ahead-)

When you're out sitting on the boat to Gongmen City, you hear familiar whistling. It's Death. Initially, you freak out because now you're wondering if someone is going to die. But he clarifies that no one is dying. Yet. He confesses that he's been breaking a few rules recently, but he wants to check on you because you seem...troubled.

You talk about your nightmare.

For a minute, you're worried you've wasted his time. He's frowning and looking ahead on the river, thoughtful. "Sorry, that was a lot. I should let you get back to work doing your whole Death thing. I just...I don't really know where I belong. And it's not a great feeling. What did I do...for my parents to leave me?"

And the wolf stands up and shakes his head, quietly swearing under his breath. The things he does for love. "Mind if I tell you something?" You nod, curious. "I was there. When your parent left you in that crate." "Oh. Wait...does that mean..." "That doesn't matter right now." "Of course it matters! They could be-"' He grabs your shoulder. "Listen. They loved you very much. Both of your parents. They did what they needed to out of their love for you." "But why? And what happened to them?"

He is conveniently interrupted by the sight of Gongmen City and the Five waking up from sleep. He vanishes into the night.

You and the Five sneak into the city and see all the wolves. You're getting really sick of these guys. You try to get Rhino and Croc out, they can't leave because of the weapon, you run into the wolf boss again and you're all caught.

(Why can't these guys be more like Death? you think to yourself as you're climbing the many....many stairs in Shen's palace.)

And speak of the devil, you spot him in the shadows when you meet Shen for the first time. He looks more that displeased, paws firmly gripping his sickle handles. But he can't interfere in anything can he? Not after doing so much for you recently. You can't help but wonder if you're going to die right then and there in front of the canon. But Mantis saves you all and there goes the canon. Boom!

You try to get to Shen but you have another flashback. Shen escapes, and Death interferes again to get you and the Five out of the tower. You guys were having too many near death experiences for his taste. You all regroup together.

Once again, you are having an identity crisis, and Tigris tells you to stay behind, telling Death to keep an eye on you to make sure you don't do anything that'll get you killed.

Luckily for you, that's not in his job description.

"I don't take orders from anyone. Especially mortals." he sighs. The wolf nudges you with a wink. "Alright then, Dragon Warrior. Go. I won't tell."

Honestly, I think if I were going to give Death an arc this 'x reader' ver of KFP2, it would be the conflict between his duty to let the everything pan out and not interfere before he needs to take souls to the spirit world, and his own desire to engage in mortal life (ie. protect you) and talk to them and learn more about them (ie. you). He's already interfered so many times, and he can tell the cosmic balance was getting a little bit out of sorts. But...

Death decides to stay back during the fight, lurking in the shadows and doing his job properly. But he is shocked when Shen tells you that your parents didn't love you. And he loses it when you nearly die again to Shen.

He carries you out of the river and looks around desperately for help. He's Death. Death can't be afraid of anything or of anyone. Death shouldn't feel fear. But right now...he's terrified. He knows everyone dies at some point. It was inevitable. But was uncertain was whether or not him being there could actually lead to your death. If you died, would it have been because he interfered and got too close?

He follows the river away from Shen and the Five, and he makes it to the Soothsayer. The Soothsayer is vaguely aware that Death is someone from beyond the mortal world, but he rests you at her feet and tells her to help you.

When you recover, it takes both of them talking to you in order for you to recover your memories and achieve inner peace. When the Soothsayer tells you that your present actions define who you are, something resonates with Death.

He joins you, the Five, and the Masters in the final fight in Gongmen. Cosmic law be damned, Death says no to weapons of mass destruction. He's going to let his actions define him and how he approaches his relationships.

Yeah, no. Seeing you make the water droplet technique your own made him fall even harder for you.

And once again, I have a link to swanpit's art because 1. This art is hilarious and beautiful and 2. I think seeing Shen and Death interact like this would be lovely and fits this fic.

But yes. Our Dragon Warrior achieves inner peace and Death is becoming more and more of his own person aside from literally being Death.

Also: on the trip back to the valley, Death tags along. And he may or may not try to indirectly ask you out to dinner. You say "Sure! Let's head to my parent's place!" and his tail is thumping on the boat's deck, causing it to tip a little. Needless to say, he's excited.

Changing timeline things from the first post so that they now occur after KFP2:

At this point, he starts showing up more frequently, during and outside of battles, and he seems more relaxed around you. And you come to learn that his presence doesn't always mean someone's going to die. He just wants to visit. (And after so long observing how people live and die, he has a chance to try living for himself.)

He starts dragging you away from training to get a meal together in town or to go on a nice walk in the mountains.

When Shifu complains, Death shrugs. "Alright then." He draws his weapons, snapping the sickles together and forming his staff. "Let's continue the Dragon Warrior's training then."

Plenty of sparring practice and playful banter between the two of you. It's so much fun for the both of you, and you start tag-teaming during battles. He joins you and the Five in your fights, always sure to use just a fraction of his strength as to not kill everyone in his path. But he reaps souls if need be.

And after all of this, in a shocking turn of events, you are the one to confess your love to Death.

And after all of this, he can confidently reciprocate that love.

#puss in boots #puss in boots death #puss in boots muerte #death x reader #muerte x reader #kung fu panda #puss in boots au #x reader #.writing #request #anonymous

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girlwithwolftatoo · 2 years

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Moon boys dating with a Reader is already mom

This request warmed my heart I don't know why but I loved it!

Marc Spector:

*He doesn't have a lot of problems socializing, except when it comes to children. When he meets your child, he gets a little nervous, doesn't mind if they're a toddler or a little older.

*You may think he's about to run away, you've experienced that thins before, but this time your senses are wrong.

*"I'm sorry about my... behavior, is just I'm not... I don't know how to engage with kids, I haven't had my own so..." (plus, the fact most of his childhood memories are stained with sadness, pain and -well, trauma)

*Rather goes to dates where you're in charge, and he observes in silence to learn about how to treat your little one. Sometimes he's so shy that you often listen the question of "Why does your friend doesn't talk, mom?"

*He's not the type of man who thinks gaining the girl means gaining the kid first, his autenthicity in that field makes you comfortable around him, specially since you've grown to be overprotective with both your child and you. World can be mean with single mothers.

*But Marc makes you feel independent and protected at the same time. He doesn't do or say things to rush your relationship, he tries really hard to show his soft side to your little one and, the first time he accepts to hold them or do a very small, quick task with them, you can see he treats them like they're made of porcelain, something precious he must handle carefully.

Jake Lockley:

*I've mentioned in previous headcanon he dreams of a family. You probably met in a random place and he began to court you, though you were a little worried about his reaction once he found out about your child.

*But instead of going nuts or run, he showed a lot of interest and even suggested to go together to a little date... before remembering he's not the "soft" kind and his main features are linked with violence and stuff.

*Not like that's going to stop him, anyways. He's so enthusiastic he manages to mix time with you and your little one. Like, you're in a park walk, talking and stuff, and he sees the ducks and swans and immediately drives you both to the lake to feed them, teaching your child how to do it.

*Sometimes he daydreams about a crazy scenario in which he rescues your kid (while doing his vigilante work) and, as a reward, you allow him to, you know, go deeper... in the relationship, I mean *cough*

*Probably his dream comes true if, for some reason, you have a problem with your child's father. Perhaps he's the kind of man who tends to dissapear for months and when shows up again, demands for a lot of privileges he doesn't deserve, and can be really annoying. Oh, but you're not alone this time, Jake's around, and you don't even need to mention him about this. He knows.

*Although Jake craves deep inside with a normal life, he knows himself very well. He'll step on to protect you and your little family with all his might until that donkeyhead vanishes forever... or ends up in a hospital, whatever it takes.

*"I didn't do this to gain your favor, (Y/N), I did this because I want you to be happy... conmigo o con otro"

Steven Grant:

*He probably met you at the Museum. You were there, staring at the objects, carrying with a little toddler who looks like you like two waterdrops. He's just as kind and polite as usual, but it becomes obvious, after some minutes in which even his boss nags him for "bugging visitors", you liked each other a lot.

*In this case, he thinks he's the one who has no chance with you. "She's a mom, it means she has... a life, you get it? Why would she spend her time with a weirdo like me?" (yeah, he's talking with Crowley again)

*So, when he receives a call from you, he cannot believe it. "A-are you sure you got the right number?" "Uh, yes? Aren't you Steven from the museum?" "Yes, yes, I am, I just... fine, fine, you wanna go to a -uh, child friendly place or something? For your little one, I mean"

*The first dates you let your child with a very good friend of yours, and when you finally ask Steven if he's okay with meeting your kid, he's glad to. And then his mind spits like eigh places where you can go together, the three of you.

*He doesn't try to get the "suddenly father-like attitude", he keeps his distance and is very respectful, but you can see he has a special talent to engage with kids.

*Yes, when your relationship becomes formal, he likes to give you small and cute gifts, and sometimes also brings something for you child, probably something he bought with his employee discount in the museum because "I think they'd like this little Anubis to guard their bedroom".

*Sometimes you wonder if Steven is as real as he seems. He's kind, funny, curious, treats you and your little one with love and respect, never tries to get into your life with nosy questions or nasty advices. But he's true, and he'll be like this until you want to finish your relationship. But honestly, you won't.

#moon knight #moon knight series #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley headcanon #steven grant headcanon #marc spector headcanon #moon boys #moon knight headcanon

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miwhotep · 3 months

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I'm so happy to see people liking this baby princess snake 😭 there's barely anything for him I think only 2 drawing (and the artist deleted their account..) and 2 headcanons.. He's funny and silly fr. May I ask what made you like him?

Hi, nice to meet you! I'm always really happy to meet other Milverton fans! 🥰

Yeah, I feel you, he barely has any content (I tend to throw parties whenever I find Milvy arts online... then I realized I can also create some to have more, so now I'm here - and I have loooot of ideas). But believe me, there are more people liking Milverton out there than you think!

How did I end up liking him? Well, I am a Sherlock Holmes fan since I'm 6, I grew up with those stories and my favourite was always The Adventure of Charles Augustus Milverton - it's a really interesting story from the moral point of view and Milverton is a cool villain who is able to force Sherlock to fake-engagement and break-in.

I started to watch Moriarty the Patriot when S1 aired, just to see another Sherlock Holmes adaptation. Then I got into the manga because I couldn't wait for Part 2 - YuuMori was my very first manga. Ever since the start, I was waiting for Milverton to appear - and I actually suspected him to be more of an antihero, instead of a villain, since Moriarty the Patriot turns villain characters (Moriarty or Sebastian Moran) into antiheroes. Milverton finally appeared - to be the main antagonist. I didn't mind it, I was interested to see what the author does with him, and I was quite hyped after the White Knight arc (my favourite arc), because I'm also a big Batman fan and The Dark Knight (what White Knight is heavily inspired by) is one of my favourite movies. Then Two Criminals happened and Milverton left the stage without the potential in his character getting explored. I was totally disappointed to see him go to waste, so I started wandering about him - how he turned into a villain and such. I don't think he was always evil, he has white hair while being quite young, something really traumatic must've happened to him once, maybe he turned evil thanks to that. I also like thinking that what if he was similar to Liam once - wanted to change the system with corrupt methods, but he was not as strong as Liam and in the end, he got corrupted. I always wanted Moriarty the Patriot to deal with the thought of you use evil methods for a good cause, but what if your evil methods turns you evil, too? An example of what could happen to the Moriarty group if they cross the line, a dark mirror to William. And Milverton could've been a perfect example for this.

So yeah, the unexplored possibilities in Milverton kept intriguing me, so I thought more and more about him and come up with lot of headcanons, his whole story is built up in my head now. And through this, I grew fond of his character... I know he is evil and irredeemable, I never even thought of redemption for him, he is way too far gone... but I love him anyway (for the record, it's the YuuMori Milvy I feel that way for, not the other adaptations of the character, the canon one is a great villain to me and nothing more). I have lot of headcanons, theories, analysis, arts, dolls, a cocktail, fanfiction, video edit, I really love making content for him in every form.

And there is another thing what made me a Milverton fan: his relationship with his secretary, Ruskin. I really love the evil boss, who on the other hand, care about his secretary deeply, who doesn't mind his boss' evil actions, but follow him to the very end, because he means the whole world to him trope. And there is genuine trust, respect and caring in Milverton and Ruskin's relationship - I only a platonic shipper, but Milveskin is my OTP and love them really much.

Sorry for keeping you for so long, again I ended up writing an essay as an answer. Thank you for your question and I will bring more Milvy content in the future!

#answer #charles augustus milverton

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drowninnoodles · 2 years

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continuing the previous post I believe Papyrus is Undertale and Sans is Deltarune.

I know it sounds stupid, but look. Undertale is actually happy, kinda funny. It's only when you get very deep into it that it starts to get dark. Sounds like Papyrus? Especially since Papyrus is comfortable in Undertale and Sans is not

Deltarune actually made everyone feel right away that something was wrong. It's funny too, but it's weirdly depressing. Sounds like Sans? Especially since Sans is comfortable in Deltarune and Papyrus is not.

I don't know where I'm going with this. It just seems important to me.

Did you notice that character height is weirdly important in Deltarune? So far the main opponent of each chapter is tall. And the secret bosses are short.

You always have to fight the primary antagonist but not the secret one (for now)

Maybe because with Papyrus, who is tall, you always have to fight, and with Sans, who is short, you don't?

--- thinks about Rouxls again ---

So. I think Rouxls will be the secret boss of Chapter 6. "But why if he's tall?" You ask.

Well, I don't think he will fight himself.

Have you noticed that Rouxls likes to use others for his purposes? After all, he made the crown of control himself. In the second chapter, he literally took the machine we had created, which was thrown into the trash and used it against us.

You know, the character created at the beginning is also rejected and is short too.

I think Rouxls will somehow get the Vessel in his hands and use it against us. Maybe he'll use his control crown, I don't know. But I'm sure Rouxls himself hasn't shown us what he can do yet.

I don't know if anyone noticed this, but the order of the topics of the chapters is in the order of Undertale characters in the Genocide path but in reverse order. But also in the order of the normal path. In the same moment. It will be more understandable if I give it like this

First chapter: Sans theme, because it's the last opponent of Genocide. The main opponent is the King because on the normal path Asgore is the last, but the secret opponent is Jevil because Sans, because of the previously mentioned

Chapter two is Mettaton for both reasons. He is the penultimate opponent on both paths, therefore the main villain is the Queen, and the secret boss is Spamton Neo (a reference to Mettaton Neo).

Again, I don't know where I'm going with this. But I think you can expect another chapter as a Muffet chapter. I mean, literally her fight is on strings and Mike is connected to them.

In my opinion, the secret boss will be a more difficult version of the Muffet fight. So now there will be a purple soul?

And I have a question for people who know the Bible. So far, all secret bosses have themes related to the circus and carnival.

Is there anything to do with carnival, circus, or anything like that in the bible, mythology, or whatever that might fit Gaster? Because I can't find a connection here

Again sorry for my bad English

#deltarune theory #gaster #deltarune #undertale #sans undertale #papyrus #skelebros #deltarune meta

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thorneyes · 1 year

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OC Tag Game

Tagged by: a bunch of people on my dash said anyone, lol, though I saw it from @boggleoflight most recently!

Favorite OC: it should probably be obvious since this blog is named after her, but Rohesia! She's my main and I love her.

Oldest OC: If we're going by character creation date, then it would actually be Cindrelle, since she was the first FF14 character I made! Back then she was a former redbelly, though I've reworked her since then. In terms of existing as their current incarnation, it's Roh - she was the second oldest FF character in terms of creation date, but the one I reworked and actually played first when I returned to FF to RP.

Newest OC: Vesna! A Hrothgar matriarch who finally decided to go see the world once she had granddaughters and no one could think to say no ro her, lol.

Meanest OC: Rohesia. She's brusque and rude as a general facet of her personality, but she'll also hit where it hurts metaphorically speaking, when she's feeling hurt and defensive. Q'ndai can do the same thing but he's much better about disguising his sore spots behind a smile so he doesn't take hits to them as often.

Softest OC: Caalun - a shy little seamstress!

Most Aloof/Standoffish OC: Cindrelle by far. She can't help it though, her head is somewhere else.

Dumbest (Affectionate) OC: Caalun. She is genuinely convinced that her boss is three mammets in a trenchcoat.

Dumbest (Derogatory) OC: Q'ndai. Tell people that they mean something to you you fucking idiot

Smartest OC: A toss-up between Roh and Cindrelle! Roh is clever, and actually really good at picking things up from observation and experience. It's how she learned most of her magic, and while there are some ways that's harmed her, it's how she got this far. She's also got a good eye for people and their feelings, despite her own struggles with emotional regulation.

On the other hand, Cindrelle is better with academic and research based knowledge. She's much better at testing knowledge and assumptions, and the slow build of dedicated work and conclusions. She's good with organization and coming up with systems, too - ask her about her catalogs sometimes, she can give a thesis on that.

Horniest OC: I don't know quite how many kids Vesna has yet, but it is A Lot.

OC You'd Bang: I am not the target demographic for this question sorry 😅 held at gunpoint it might be roh but also ehhh

OC You'd Be Best Friends With IRL: I love Roh but she would be so bad for me IRL lol. Realistically it'd probably be Caalun, since she's friendly and not prone to Outbursts the way the others are.

Not doing tags, but have fun ovo

#Prompt response

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ladyhearthkeeper · 2 years

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Live with abusers just for one day, then get back at me and lecture me how "financial independence is an illusion". Money doesn't buy happiness sure, but it does buy sanity, space of your own and kind people you can CHOOSE to interact with. Truth is others aren't gonna be there for you every waking second, therefore I choose to live with my eyes and ears wide open. I'm truly sorry this sounds like rugged individualism to you, which it's NOT. Asking for help, community etc are fine, and I know th

Good morning,

How are you?

Who has been lecturing you about anything? I am sorry if any of my posts have made you feel this way. Here we share points of view and grow together.

Thank you for sending me your thoughts. I'll try to answer it properly.

Do tell, do you get to choose your boss? Your colleagues? Sadly, one can find abusers everywhere. I know of women and men who went through this (working for a manipulator etc.) The consequence are devastating.

When I say that financial independence is an illusion I'm talking about the social contract. I'm talking about the dependence we have on society and government. Receiving a salary depends on this dependence : for the work we do, we will receive a salary. We can discuss further on this if you have specific questions about this dependence. Have you read Rousseau's Le contrat Social? The meaning we give to money and what it means to us (freedom, protection, independence, sanity etc) depends on this social contract. Money is just part of this codependent relationship we have with society. If you truly want to be independent, you'll have to look into homesteading and living off the grid.

An example of how much we are dependent on others, I look into the current situation we are facing in Central Europe because of the war on Ukraine. : Fear of blackout in countries where no one has heard of having a generator just in case, the now resolved issue of not thaving enough cereals (oats etc.) because the shipments of those goods wasn't going through and because of the sanctions. Whether we like or not we are dependent on others.

If you've read my other posts, you can see that I've stated countless time that being a homemaker is hard work. It's in fact far more taxing than a 9 to 5 job. Let's not take this for granted. It's being part of a team where the husband provides and protects and the wife nourish and keep the home thriving. Both work hard for their family.

I also encourage women to be well educated and have skills that could be used in the workforce or survival skills. Sometimes things don't go as planned. We are not helpless when we choose to be a homemaker.

When I talk about the beauty of community and people helping each other, I encourage us to give more than we take. Being a good human being is focusing on giving rather than taking.

I hope these points can help you better understand what I'm trying to convey in this blog. If not, please ask more questions.

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to think aloud about these points.

I can feel a lot of pain behind your words. And I have feeling I know who you are (I think I follow you from my main blog) so please if you need to talk : come off anon. My door's open.

I'm on my phone so I hereby appologize for any typos etc.

Have a nice day.

#Homemaking #traditional living

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i have kept this question in for far too long and now i must ask: who is Spencer Fucking Middleton

hello thank you for asking, but also i am so sorry because you have unlocked the part of me that Will Not Shut Up About Fictional Gas Station People

short answer: spencer middleton is one of my favorite characters from the Tales From the Gas Station series

long answer: okay so Spencer Fucking Middleton. he is one of the main/recurring antagonists of one of my all-time favorite horror/comedy series, Tales From the Gas Station. he's mean, nasty, stinky evil man who kills a Lot of people and does the dirty work for various evil entities and gods. and i love him so much it's fucking unreal.

my blog title is kind of like. poking light fun at myself b/c part of me used to be paranoid of someone accusing me of being a spencer middleton apologist and trying to excuse the horrific evil shit he does in canon, so i just decided to go ahead and own that. yeah i think spencer did a lot wrong but he should do more things wrong actually. (just kidding i don't, i think he should see a therapist and calm down a bit)

i still need to finish reading the series in its entirety but spencer like. i used to hate him so much but he's grown on me so much!!!! like. i do think i'm reading into him probably more than the author intended, but there's just something about him that makes me really like him.

(by the 'reading into him too much' part i think that like... the author did not intend for spencer to have redeeming qualities, but i genuinely think if spencer had actually gotten support and probably some therapy instead of being treated like a monster his whole life and ostracized from everyone, he probably wouldn't have started hurting people. can't be sure, and i don't think that excuses his actions on any level b/c he made his own choices, but still.)

like. ok i'm gonna describe some of my favorite Spencer Moments below the cut to try and explain what i mean. under the cut b/c because some of them are violent and i wanna be careful. i won't go into detail about it but uhh content warning there's gonna be mentions of murder/death and general Violence™

SO ONE OF MY ALL-TIME FAVORITE SPENCER MOMENTS IS IN BOOK TWO. oops caps

but anyway like... okay so the main characters found spencer bloody and bruised and unconscious, and they tied him to a chair just in case he'd try to attack them once he gets up again. and when he wakes up he starts IMMEDIATELY going full Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss.

like... gosh ok this requires context- the tl;dr of the context is that in the first book, jack (the main character and the lil guy in my icon) accidentally killed someone spencer was working with, kieffer. WELL thing is most people don't know that happened, but spencer does, and he immediately used that to start slowly turning people against jack and regain control of the situation. i don't have the book with me right now so i will retype the dialogue from memory:

spencer: let me guess, jack told you i kill people.

rosa: he said you're dangerous.

spencer: dangerous? no, you've got it all wrong! i came out here to keep an eye on him, to make sure HE doesn't hurt anyone! how do you know you can trust him?

jack: hey, asshole, do you know how much it sucks to live with what you did to my leg?

spencer: awww well i bet it doesn't suck as much as what you did to those people you killed. why don't we ask kieffer? or my old boss?

jack: hey, i didn't kill your old boss!

rosa: ... what about kieffer?

spencer: [shit-eating grin]

okay i'm sorry this is so long i just love that scene??? like. something about a character who is in a situation where they have no control IMMEDIATELY finding a way to regain control just by being a manipulative piece of shit. i love that.

my other favorite spencer moment is the one a few scenes later where he's in a fight with a shapeshifter that looks exactly like him, and this MOTHERFUCKER really pauses to remark about how hot he is. i love him. i hate him. i love him.

anyway ok last thing. i promise. i'm so sorry for how long this is. i just want to share a tupperbot joke i made with spencer that still makes me laugh.

[Image Description: A screenshot of a discord message creating using tupperbot. The message is from the character Spencer Middleton, and it reads: "I came out here to attack people and I'm honestly having such a good time right now." End ID.]

#talk to the bunnykitty #chaotic queer disaster #nico i'm so sorry you unleashed a monster here #b/c tftgs is one of my long-running fixations #important dlsclaimer i do have a lot of problems with the series #namely its handling of ableism is not good!#also a lot of the characters are just mean to each other. even the ones that are supposed to be friends. it makes me upset #so i write aus where they're all happy and nice to each other for once #tales from the gas station #some of y'all will also know i do ship jack and spencer in an enemies to lovers kind of way #but pretty much exclusively in AUs. i would not want them to end up together in canon #anyway uhhhhhh yeah <3 #i should make a spencer tag right now let's go #spencer fucking middleton #there we go <3

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mochiable · 3 years

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— how you met nct dream.

anon request: hello! i don’t know if you take this type of request but i would love a scenario on how you meet nct dream ot7 if it’s possible, thank you!

warning: one swear word

wc: 1.5k

₊˚✧┆𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞

you had been watching that cute boy on the badminton court playing with his friends ever since you had started working in the gym and you couldn't help but become more and more interested in him with each passing day. the noises he made when he hit the shuttlecock, the whimpers that came from his pink fluffy lips when he missed the expected shot and the way he frowned and puckered his mouth when his partner missed were some of your favourite things about going to work. yet you had never been able to strike up a conversation. never until this day, when his friends decided to take a break and go watch the football match, while he preferred to stay and practice a bit more.

"you're good," you complimented him once you approached him and threw him a bottle of water, which he managed to catch on the fly. "thank you," he replied flashing you a shy smile, causing his cheekbones to bulge. "where did you learn all that?" you asked sitting down on the bench at the side of the court. he turned to look at you nervously, setting the bottle down once he had taken a sip. "my father... well... he taught me, i guess," he replied, averting his gaze to anywhere on the court except your eyes. "and what do you like best about it?" you questioned him, watching the feather he was playing with bounce on the ground. "ahhh, i... i like badminton, i mean... i like it a lot, like... the... the... the rackets are really nice," he replied trying to find the right words, looking even more tender than ever and causing a smile to form on your lips. but just then his friends arrived, so you stood up and approached him. "nice to meet you, mark," you bowed your head and he copied you, failing to hide the blush on his cheeks.

₊˚✧┆𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡

you snorted once more when the card of the hotel you were staying at wouldn't open the door. you had just taken a dip in the pool and were starting to get cold from wearing only a t-shirt over your swimsuit. you had already used every curse word the dictionary had and still the door wouldn't open. until suddenly you heard a click and it did, so you hurriedly tried to enter. however, something a little softer than the door blocked your way, making you bump into it or, rather, into someone.

“can i help you with something?” the boy smiled kindly as two others a little taller than him appeared from behind. you frowned, looking at the number painted on the door and then looking at the number written on your card. it was then that you realised your mistake, “shit! sorry, sorry. i've got the wrong room,” you apologised, trying to hide your embarrassment and nervousness. “is your room next door?” he asked leaning the side of his body against the door frame, to which you nodded, “i hope to see you again then,” he spoke, as the other two boys who hadn't moved yet tried to hide their laughter. you smiled still a little self-consciously and turned around with the intention of getting out of there. “nice outfit, by the way.”

₊˚✧┆𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢

you were taking the dog for a walk in the park as you usually did, but this day was a bit different. you let the dog loose, trusting him completely, although you regretted it after a second when you saw how he ran away from you, starting to chase a boy riding his bike. you ran after him, calling his name and wishing you were born with more stamina, because your lungs weren’t strong enough for that. the boy slowed down when he noticed the animal running after him, who didn't think twice before jumping on top of him and knocking him off his bike, licking his face while getting petted. when you managed to get to where they were, you apologised repeatedly, getting several "don't worry" from the boy, smiling with amusement at your furry friend.

“i hope your dog doesn't attack me again,” he laughed softly, hopping on his bike and riding off, reassuring you that there would definitely be a next time.

₊˚✧┆𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡

in the summer you worked in a flower shop, you didn't get paid much but it was enough to pay for your studies. that day, your boss sent you to the most famous dance company in your city to deliver a bouquet with yellow sunflowers, something strange you had to admit.

leaving the lift you bumped into a handsome guy who apologized for not having noticed and almost destroying those beautiful flowers. as an apology he offered to guide you to your destination and you, a bit shy, accepted shyly. you could notice the look of confusion when you pointed out where you should deliver the sunflowers and, when you entered the room, he didn't hesitate to speak.

“so the flowers are for me, you’re the one sending them?” he approached them to smell their soft, fresh scent and then looked at you with a twinkle in his eye. you shook your head slightly, watching an amused pout form on his handsome face, “how bad, i would’ve wished to receive such a gift from someone so pretty.”

₊˚✧┆𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡

Songpa Naru Park was perhaps your favourite place to spend the afternoon when you didn't have too much to do. coming here, watching the almond blossoms swaying in the wind, listening to the swallows singing and watching families having a good time were your favourite images. you couldn't miss the photographs, you were nobody without your camera and your snapshots.

at that moment, watching the black and white ducks arguing over which part of the lake belonged to each of them, you felt a flash in your right profile, which made you startle and your camera, which was in your lap, rush to the ground. however, a big hand prevented that horrible disaster.

“forgive me,” the stranger apologised, “i didn't mean to,” he showed you his perfect white teeth as he returned the camera to your lap. “did you take a picture of me?” you asked looking in his direction, remembering that bright light. he looked at you with regret and put his hand to the back of his neck, scratching it nervously, “sorry about that too.” you gave him a tight-lipped smile and lifted your shoulders, “don't worry, it's all right,” you replied turning your gaze back to the lake, “it’s beautiful, isn't it?” you asked, watching him out of the corner of your eye. “yes, very pretty,” he replied, looking at your picture on his camera, which brought another smile to your face, a bigger one this time.

₊˚✧┆𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘

you were definitely lost. maybe if you hadn't listened to your brother, you would now be at the restaurant where your parents were waiting for you. but obviously, he didn't want to use the gps as he had "memorised the way". and this is when he forced you to roll down the car window and ask some stranger for help.

“excuse me, could you tell me where Las Torres restaurant is?” you asked a handsome guy, wearing a loose summer brown shirt. he smiled at you and asked for your phone so he could write it down for you, which you readily agreed to. “here you go. i’ve drawn you the official route, but also a small detour that will get you there faster,” he explained, handing you back the phone through the window. after thanking him and saying goodbye, he gave you a smile with a wink, which caused a slight blush to appear on your cheeks. you soon learned the reason for this gesture. he hadn't asked for your mobile phone just to guide you, but to write down his number as well.

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you were having dinner with a friend at one of your favourite restaurants, celebrating the end of the school year and another year of your friendship. however, you weren't paying full attention to your friend, as you were busier watching the boy who hadn't stopped looking at you all night and who, when you looked back at him, looked away, blushing slightly. halfway through dinner you could notice his friend saying something in his ear, looking in your direction, and how the boy's eyes widened while he began to shake his head. but suddenly, the other boy stood up and, ignoring his friend's prayers, approached you with a mischievous smile on his face.

“good evening,” he greeted, interrupting your conversation and resting his hands on the table, “you've caught my friend's eye, but he's too shy and cowardly to come and ask for your number himself, so i’m here to make his dreams come true,” he addressed you with confidence and amusement, pointing to the sweet boy who was now covering his face with the tablecloth. you finally decided to write down your number on the napkin and your heart skipped a beat as the boy smiled shyly at you after receiving the piece of paper with your number written on it.

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a/n: this is my very first multiple scenario and i have to admit i’m very nervous about it. i’d really appreciate it if you could provide me with some feedback and tell what do you think of it! hope you liked it, love you<3

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aragorn-of-nightswatch · 2 years

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I POSTED A FIC I WROTE FOR THE FIRST TIME (Suzie + Jack character study)

After Alex Hopkins and the New Year's Eve Massacre, Jack hadn’t hired another member of Torchwood 3. He wasn’t avoiding it, he told himself, just looking for the right person. Someone who would fit the Torchwood he wanted. Not a Torchwood like the one Yvonne ran in London, or the one he’d first been found by. A more humane Torchwood, a more human one.

But the hub remained empty for many years. The image of walking into Torchwood on New years eve to find everyone’s bodies, to see the look in Alex’s eyes, still dragged its claws across the back of his mind every time he imagined someone else in the hub.

No one else could survive Torchwood 3 except him.

And yet, the woman stood in front of him. Tall and thin and cold. Nothing like the image of the 'Torchwood he wanted'. Of all the people he’d seen in the scattered attempts to find new members –which all ended with a thank you, I’ll contact you soon, and retcon– it was only her who had kept her composure through everything she saw.

Walking into the hub through the main entrance, not the scenic one –after two times of having to play along with the excitement interviewees got from seeing what at this point was his cage, though he didn't really care to explain why it felt like that to himself or anyone else, and one time of flirting with a man who proceeded to near fall of the lift halfway through the descent, he’d stopped using that entrance– she’d looked around slowly, without a change in her expression. Her gaze fell to the middle of the hub.

He almost felt disappointed, may even tinge offended at the lack of response, since he did take pride in this place despite having too many bad memories taking place here to count.

“That’s a rift manipulator.”

“Yes, it is,” he’d replied, raising an eyebrow at her. "Though you shouldn't know that."

“I did my research regardless; I'm not walking into a situation without knowing what I'm getting myself into. Besides, I had the whole train ride from London to prepare.” Maybe her lack of reaction was because she understood more than the other prospected members to come before her.

She paused, still looking at everything around her. “You called me all this way for an interview.”

“Yes.”

“Do you normally do that?” she said, turning towards him. From someone else, it would have been a normal question, but she managed to make it feel like a chess move. He didn’t think she was just trying to find an answer to that, but trying to find out about him.

“You’re more than qualified to justify that. Your degree and area of study, of course, but more importantly your work after that.” He responded. She looked at him for a moment again, then silently pointed at his office overlooking the hub, gesturing for him to lead the way. A bold move to pull on your boss, he thought. Walking up the stairs, he realized he'd already called himself her boss in his mind, accidental as it may be. Indeed, that is what he became, however.

He hadn’t hired her for her qualifications, though she definitely did have much more than anyone else he’d found. He’d hired her because he’d seen the cold fire burning inside her– lit with determination and curiosity. She might not be nice about it, but she wanted to make the world a better place, he just knew.

I'm planning on writing more about Suzie, Jack, and their separate yet similar struggles with finding purpose and meaning for their time on Earth.

The other fics I have planned are longer and more in-depth, but this one was short, just me trying to figure out Suzie, and what kind of character she is on a page.

[I also know that in the audio stories, there was another guy who joined torchwood before Suzie, but since he didn't really affect the torchwood we know, and I don't have enough information about him as a person so he'd end up as a half-OC, so I erased him from this universe (sorry to you fella).]

Hope you enjoyed it!

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 3 years

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❛ TWO COFFEES ❜

✨ REQUEST: Oh can I have a Nestor imagine where Miguel ends setting the pair of you up??? 💜♥️💜♥️💜

✨ MADE BY ANON.

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WORDS: about 1.6k.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place or something that makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted ❤ — this work also includes sentences in Spanish, as reader can speak it.

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“Two coffees, please”.

You were with your back to him when you heard his husky voice and a soft latin tone in it. You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow with some kind of confusion at his order. Who comes to a Starbucks just asking for two coffees? Turning at the man with your lips pressed in a funny smile, you took a second to look at him behind the counter.

He is familiar to you. You know him from somewhere.

His black braids were the first thing that caught your attention, before focusing on the red and black shirt under the jacket of his suit. His hands were hidden inside the pockets of his pants, but you noticed his nervousness in the way he had closed them in two fists.

“Normal or decaf? With or without milk? Normal milk? Lactose-free? Soya milk? Almond milk? With sugar, saccharine, or mocca? With or without cream? Do you want it hot or do you want it iced?”

“Normal, no milk, no sweetener, no cream, no ice. Just two coffees”.

You were about to laugh until you heard him talking again. A tone more firm letting you know that he wasn't in the mood for jokes. You could see him gulping a little ashamed when you changed the gesture in your face, but you didn't say anything else. The order was easy and ready in less than one minute. Closing the cups and offering him, you tried to show him another gentle smile but you couldn't. Offering you ten dollars, you waved a hand between the both of you.

“It's on me… Sir”. You told him, an instant before he threw the money inside the tips jar.

Watching him leaving the cafeteria made you feel strangely bad, not knowing exactly why. Sighing as the black car, parked in front of your workplace, disappeared from your field of vision in a jiffy. You hadn't seen that man before, but you wouldn't mind seeing him again. To apologize for being so stupid, of course.

—— NESTOR POV ——

“I fucked up”.

“Yeah, we all have seen the face of that poor girl. I bet you scared her”. Miguel laughed in the back seat of his car, taking a sip from the coffee.

“What the fuck you told him, man?” Vargas stopped the vehicle at a red light, turning at his boss.

“I asked for two coffees, and she started to… give me a lot of options, like milk and sugar and I just got nervous”.

“You? Nervous?” Miguel leaned forward, placing his forearms in both seats, sticking his head out of the gap between both. “The fearless Nestor Oceteva feeling nervous?”

“Fuck off, Mickey! I've been trying to talk with her for a week”.

“Yeah, and you scared her. Did you forget you only had to scare people while you're working?” The other man raised his eyebrows, making his boss laugh behind them.

When the night came and the cafeteria had emptied of customers, you turned off most of the lights inside and locked the main door, to count the cash and write it down in the account book. Playing some soft music on your phone, you took off the green cap and the apron of the same color. It was a long day and all you can think about was in that mystery man with two braids, and who made you feel frustrated for some reason. It wasn't like you wanted to make him smile or to know his name, or maybe get his phone number. Of course not.

Knocks on the crystal door claimed your attention, turning your head towards it and interrupting your task. Gulping nervously finding two suited men with his hands tangled in a big fist, respectively, under their abdomens, you stepped out from behind the counter to lead your feet to their position.

“Are you alone?” One of them asked without any doubt in his words.

Simply nodding, the other man walked to the car parked behind them. Then, you watched Miguel Galindo coming out from it. And now, you were fucked. Of course, you knew the man who came that morning. Licking your lips, freaking out, you unlocked the door to let him walk in.

“Buenas noches”.

“Buenas noches, se—señor Galindo”.

“Are you occupied? May I come in?”

With your heart racing, you gave him enough space to pass you away to the inside.

“I'm sorry if… he tho—thought I was making… fun of him. I didn't me—mean to be disrespectful”.

Your hands were sweating, rubbing one against the other behind your back. Barely breathing. Praying anything you knew.

“Tranquila, it's okay. Do you think I came to… make you something?” His calm attitude gave you shivers. The kind of ones that put your body to tremble. The laugh that echoed all around the empty cafeteria provoked your nausea. “The truth is… you like him. He has been some days trying to encourage himself to ask you out, but my brother is a little dumb”.

Tilting your head with confusion, just like a dog would do, you narrowed your eyes not sure if he was being serious or he was teasing you to have some fun.

“I do—”.

Miguel raised a forefinger to stop you, as soon as his phone rang inside his jacket. Grabbing it from the pocket and reading the name on the screen, he answered the call with the speaker on.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Mickey? Emily just told me you went for two coffees. The fuck you have? Five fucking years old? Leave the waitress in pace!”

Feeling like shit, you bowed down your head because of his words, recognizing the voice at the instant. The man in front of you watched the gesture frowning his brow.

“Nestor, the speaker is on”.

Pi, pi, pi. He had hung up.

“List—”.

“Can you, please, leave? I think you have had enough fun. And you should be ashamed of using your position to do this kind of bullshit to someone humble, who only wants to live her life without being a target to your free time”. Trying to be polite, you pointed at the door with a hand.

“No, no, lis—”.

“If you don't leave right now, sir, I'm calling the cops”. You ruled, taking a step forward with your eyes glued to him, about to cry because of rage. The rage that helped you to lose any fears about confronting the dangerous Miguel Galindo.

In silence, he nodded only one time, turning around to leave the cafeteria. After locking the door, you let the tears fill up your eyes and run down your cheeks. Needing a little break before finishing your work and going home.

A few days have passed since then, not being able to stop thinking about it and why you. Why they decided to play that prank. It wasn't funny. At least, it wasn't funny for you. But you were sure that, later, they commented it and laughed about your gestures. Turning the filter holder of the professional coffee maker, to fit it into the gear, you can't help but look through the reflection on it over your shoulder. Your heart jumps when you find Nestor bent over the counter with both forearms, waiting to be attended to.

“What would you like, sir?” The question comes out from your mouth with a cold tone of voice, not even looking at his eyes, ready to take his order in the TPV.

“Two coffees”. He replies trying to not show any kind of emotion, taking off the sunglasses covering his dark eyes. “One like… just coffee. And another of your choice”.

Filling up the cups with the drink and securing them with the covers, you put them over the counter to grab back the money and give him the change. Holding one with his right hand, the man offers you the other with his left.

“Do you have a moment?”

“No”.

“Por favor”.

“I said no”.

“I'm going to stay here, till you say yes”. The smile curving his mouth, showing you two perfect rows of teeth, convinces you somehow.

Rolling your eyes and tapping your co-worker's shoulder, you make him a gesture to cover you to take a short break. Nestor follows you then to the back alley, not saying a word but trying to prepare a monologue to apologize. Stopping your track and facing him, having a sip from your coffee, you wave your hand waiting for something.

“I told him to not do it”.

“So… was it a bet, or what? Were you bored and thought that could be fun making me feel stupid and ashamed?”

“None of that”. His jaw tensing calls your attention, bowing his eyes to the drink between his hands. “I really wanted to ask you out, but I wasn't sure if you were going to accept. I was nervous and… Miguel thought that he could help me”.

“He didn't”.

“I know”.

“And you, shouting through the phone, either”.

“Yeah, lo siento por eso”. Looking at your eyes again, with regret, he keeps his free hand in a pocket. “If you don't want to hang out with me, it's okay. I came to apologize for what happened”.

“Thank you”. You just whisper.

He tilts his head, pressing his lips and forcing a smile. Nestor waits one second, hoping that you add something else like you would like to have a date, but you don't talk again. Giving up, he nods turning around disappointed, walking out of the alley.

But actually, you're just making him suffer a little. It's called payback.

“I'm free tomorrow night”.

With a brow raised, the man turns around, facing you some steps away.

“We can meet at Jin's chinese restaurant. At seven”.

His smile appears again, infecting you with the same gesture.

“I'll be there at six”.

“Why?” You chuckle, not understanding him.

“To not make you wait”.

“Todo un caballero…”

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imaginationintowords · 3 years

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Folklore [song series]

peace

Modern Day AU! Steve Rogers x OC!Reader

Plot: Inspired by Taylor Swift’s new album Folklore. The story follows the timeline of Bucky and Elizabeth’s life throughout the years

[word count: 2265]

[a/n: sorry for the wait. it was my birthday last weekend so i was just chilling. but here it is, just in time for the anniversary of folklore's release. the final chapter of my folklore song series. i started this last fall, and it's now the end. thank you to all who read the story and commented and showed it love. you don't know how much that means to me, that people liked it so much. thank you for joining this journey with me, and I hope the ending is a nice little bow to finish it off]

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Age: 27

Year: July 2021 [two weeks after engagement]

Location: New York

Two weeks after their engagement, Steve and Elizabeth were still living off of the high from their engagement.

They were currently spending some time in New York. Liz had just graduated from law school that spring, while Steve was still working at the same architect firm. That was actually also why they were in New York.

The company was opening another branch in New York. Steve was offered a promotion, but it would only be available at the New York office.

In the few years since Steve graduated, he's been excelling in the architect world. He's really made a name for himself. Last year he was named the "hottest" up and coming architect. Ever since then he's been very busy. His boss gave him the month off, to propose to Liz, and to take a tour of the new office.

Steve told Liz that they'd only move back if that's what she really wanted. Especially since she just finished law school, and she still needs to take the state bar exam. She would need to figure that out soon, because the NY state bar exam date was closing in on her.

She and Steve decided a month in NY would help them both decide if moving back would be best. If they did decide to move back Steve would already have job waiting for him. Liz on the other hand might not.

Luckily for her, Loki was currently working at a law firm in NY. He was able to get her an interview while she was in town. He couldn't promise her a position, as there were a lot of people up for the job, some had even interned there. But Liz still went to the interview giving it her best.

Loki and Scott moved to NY two years ago, both their jobs taking them there. They ended up eloping right before their move, two years after Thor and Wanda got married.

Thor and Wanda had officially been married for four years. They were also considering the move over to the east coast. Both of their families lived out there and it just made more sense to them, especially with them trying to start a family.

Family was a massive pro for Steve and Liz as well. Moving back would mean seeing their loved ones a lot more. Especially now with Poppy about to turn six, part of them felt like they were missing out on their goddaughter's life. Steve also missed Bucky.

Bucky was doing really well in his career. He's currently working as a sound engineer for a movie studio. A big step up from the local recording studio he started in.

He was currently looking for a place to move to in Manhattan. Now that Poppy was about to be six, and she was already going to school in the city, it was time they officially made the move.

Actually he's no his girlfriend had decided to move in together.

Dr. Jane Foster is a pediatric fellow. She was in her first year of fellowship at a private practice in Manhattan.

Bucky and Jane met three years ago, through Sam Wilson. Bucky was hesitant at first to date, because he's a single father, and his main priority has always been Poppy since the day she was born. But

Sam had convinced Bucky to go on just one date. One date was all it took. Bucky was immediately hooked. Same went for Jane.

Jane was incredibly understanding of Bucky's situation. And it also helped that she loved children.

Jane met Poppy four months into the relationship and since then everything has been going great for the three of them. Jane instantly fell in love with Poppy and Poppy loved Jane a lot. Bucky had truly never felt happier. When he was alone with his girls he felt complete. When Bucky brought up the idea of officially making the move, he and Jane made the decision to move in together. They were practically already living together at that point. They were all very excited about this next step in their relationship.

Steve and Elizabeth were watching Poppy for the day while Bucky and Jane worked. They decided to spend their day in the city, walking around what could possibly be their new neighborhood. Poppy was loving having them around, and talking up their ears about school and all the friends she has made.

Around lunch time Poppy started to get hungry and sleepy. They decided to stop at a café and get some lunch.

Liz went inside while Steve and Poppy sat outside. Poppy ended up falling asleep on Steve while they waited for Liz. Steve found himself thinking about the possibility of living there.

Truth be told part of him did want to move back. He genuinely missed the New York City way of living. As he relaxes into the sounds of the city, he hears his name being called out. He looks straight ahead, looking for whoever called him, or if they were calling another Steve. As his eyes scanned the crowd, he met the eyes of the last person he would ever think he would see again.

He was completely shocked.

"Peggy?" Steve questioned, as the woman stopped in front of the table.

"I thought that was you," she smiled, "Wow. You most certainly aren't 17 anymore."

Peggy checks him out, as he stayed in his seat. She wasn't being subtle about it either.

Steve cleared his throat, noticing the way Peggy was eyeing him up and down, "Well it has been a decade wince we've last seen each other."

Peggy glances at the sleeping Poppy in his lap.

"Is this your daughter?" She asks pointing at Poppy, then glancing at his left hand noticing there wasn't a ring on his finger.

"Oh, no. This is my goddaughter. She's actually Bucky's," Steve tells her.

"No way," she gasps, surprised by this information. At that moment Elizabeth walks out of the cafe with a number plaque for the table.

"Oh my gosh! Elizabeth?" Peggy greeted.

"Peggy?" Liz asked confused at this older version of Peggy Carter.

"Yeah," she smiled.

Elizabeth put the number plaque on the table, Peggy catches the shimmer of her engagement ring.

"Oh wow! Congratulations," she says grabbing Liz's left hand, "You have a really beautiful daughter. I'm so happy for you and Bucky. High school sweethearts, making it til the end."

Liz was confused, she looked at Steve, hoping he could get them out of this awkward, and slightly uncomfortable situation.

"Um actually, this isn't her daughter, and she's not engaged or married to Bucky," Steve says, "We're actually the ones engaged."

Peggy was taken by surprise at this brand new information, not expecting to hear those words come out of Steve's mouth.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. My mistake," she apologizes, embarrassed.

"Well Congratulations," she awkwardly says, glancing at her watch, "I better be on my way. But hey here's my card. I moved back a couple of months ago. But we should all get dinner and catch up. There's clearly a lot I have missed."

She hands Liz the business card and walks away.

"Well that was random," Steve awkwardly laughs.

"What are the odds," Liz says sitting across from Steve, "Didn't even know she was back."

Liz cleared her throat and tried to focus on the city around her.

Con: Peggy Carter.

Steve and Elizabeth continued on with their day. At the end of the day, they dropped Poppy off at Jane's apartment and headed to their hotel.

Throughout their day there was a slight tension between the couple, it didn't go unnoticed by the both of them. Neither could figure out what the tension was. They both knew it had to do with the sudden appearance of Peggy Carter.

They laid in their hotel bed, each with a book in their hands. Their nightly read.

Elizabeth had a hard time focusing on what she was reading. She tried to force away thoughts of Peggy Carter out of her head. She flipped the page and stopped when she noticed her engagement ring. She took a long stare at it.

"Do you regret it?" She asks, turning her head towards him.

"Regret what?" He asks putting his book down and turning to face her.

"You and Peggy breaking up," she says, "Do you regret it?"

Steve is taken back by Liz's question.

"No," he shakes his head, "I don't regret it."

"Do you ever wonder what you're life would've been like had she stayed?"

Steve ponders over the question, "Truthfully? No. Once we said our final goodbyes in London, that was it. I never once gave it another thought. I closed that chapter as soon as I boarded my flight. Not that the breakup didn't hurt. Because it did. I just knew then that she wasn't my future. I never thought I would see her again."

"But you did," Liz quietly says.

"Yeah, which was weird," he says.

"I wouldn't blame you if you wanted out of the relationship to be with her," she says tearing up.

"What? No," Steve quickly says, sitting straight up, "I don't want that."

"I just mean, if you wanted to. I would completely understand. She was your first love."

"Yes, she was. But I don't love her," he says, "I know this is only coming up because we saw her today, and there's been this out of awkward tension in the air ever since. But I don't want to be with Peggy."

Liz glances down at her engagement ring again, trying to hide the tears of insecurity rolling down her face.

"Look at me," he softly says, placing his hand over her's, "I love you and only you. I asked you to marry me because you're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. You and only. Peggy doesn't mean anything to me. I haven't even thought of her since high school. You mean more to me than anything in this world. Especially more than some high school ex-girlfriend. You, Elizabeth are my entire world."

"Why would you even think that?" He gently asks

"Just seeing her and the way she looked at you before she realized we were engaged," she says, "She wanted you. Then my mind started to wonder if maybe that was a sign for you two to get back together. And maybe you'd realize you regret proposing to me."

"There isn't an ounce of regret in me that makes me feel like I'm making the wrong decision," he assures her, "There is no one else for me. You are it. Proposing to you wasn't for confidence. Proposing to you was the only thing I've ever felt so sure of. It was the only thing I've ever done that I didn't second guess. You are the only thing I've ever felt so sure of."

"This," he grabs her and and gestures between the both of them, "Is where I want to be for the rest of my life. This brings me a peace like no other. You are my peace."

Age: 27

Year: May 2022

Location: Somewhere in Upstate New York

"You are my peace," Steve sniffles, as he holds Elizabeth's hands, tears flowing down both of their faces as they stood up in front of their closest friends and families, reciting their vows.

"I don't think I would be where I am today without you and your continued support. I meant what I said years ago about following you wherever you went. All I ever want is to be by your side. Nothing else has ever meant to me as you do. My future doesn't exist if you're not apart of it. Nothing matters if I don't have you. Since the day we met, twenty years ago, I knew you would play such an important part in my life. We clearly aren't the same people we were then. Yet over the many years you haven't strayed away from being this kind supportive, understanding person. To know one day our future kids will have that as a mother, overwhelms me with joy and love. They will be the most luckiest kids in the world.

"You are it for me. You are my world. I know everyone says weddings and getting married is the start of a new chapter, but it doesn't really feel lie that for us. It just feel like our story is continuing. There's no end in sight. And I'll make sure of that, by being supportive, kind to you for the rest of our lives. There won't be a time where you ever have to question my love for you. Because Elizabeth Sanchez, you are love."

Elizabeth has tears streaming down her face. She didn't' care how she looked. The only person that mattered was the man standing before her, professing his never ending love for her.

The pastors signaled her, that it was now her turn to speak.

"I figured I'd try and keep it short and sweet, because you know exactly how I feel about you Steve," she begins, "There's only one thing I want to say, more so I want to thank you. Thank you for giving me love. An unconditional love that never seems to fade. Since day one of our relationship. You've been patient. You always say I'm the supportive one, but you fail to see that you are too. Even more than me. You've always been willing to drop everything, not just for me but for all the ones you love. Anyone who has Steve Rogers' love, should count themselves as being incredibly special. I am the luckiest pet one out of them all because I get to be the recipient of your love every single day. I am the one who gets to spend the rest of their life calling you my husband. My partner. My life. You've shown me a love like no other. So thank-you Steve, for loving me."

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