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Hiya! May I request a Hal Jordan with a shy fem or gn reader that he wants to bring out of their shell? Can be fluff or smut, I like both :3 Thank you so much! I’m glad you love Hal as much as I do!

BLUSHING !

hal jordan x fem!reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. . . fluff. A cliché because I like them. Hal bothers the reader because she blushes very often. Age gap? (9/10 years). Unrealistic and fanciful references to the operation of what is probably a military aircraft, try to ignore them to make the fantasy more enjoyable. Kisses.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲. . . as I said in my other posts, English is not my first language. I have tried to make corrections with the translator, but as you all know, it is prone to making mistakes, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or if anything sounds weird.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲. . . I enjoyed writing this request. I was getting a bit tired of the constant smut stuff, so I wrote this as a refreshing break from that. I hope you enjoy it. <3

Throughout their lives, many people have had a friend who used to be completely shy and introverted. That person you had to speak for because they couldn't say more than two words without getting nervous. Unfortunately, you were that person, and Dick Grayson was the best friend of the Titans who rushed to your rescue when you were forced to socialize.

On a mission alongside the Justice League, you couldn't help but feel intimidated. They were all the greatest heroes in the world, the epitome of heroism that you aspired to become. In comparison, you were a rookie with little experience. Even Dick, who was almost the same age as you, often had much more experience. In this regard, you couldn't help but feel an intense sense of nervousness that wouldn't let you keep your composure.

You stayed behind Dick and Kory throughout the entire meeting, trying to blend in. You feared that at any moment you might be forced to step forward and say something, so you just stayed behind the couple until you had to return to the tower.

— Any questions about the plan? — Dick concluded, crossing his arms.

— Just one. — Said an unfamiliar voice. — Is the new recruit hiding behind you coming to say hello?

Quickly, your cheeks flushed intensely. This was what you feared: being forced to introduce yourself when all you wanted was to stay in your space behind everyone, unnoticed.

With your head down, your cheeks flushed, and your nerves on edge, you leaned forward to answer as best you could.

— H-hello.

Once the guys moved away, you could briefly see that it had been Green Lantern who had dared to ask if he could say hello. Barely had you responded to him when a bold smile spread across his face, making you feel much more flushed than before.

— Well... — Dick congratulated you quietly as he positioned himself again as a barrier, covering you. —Does anyone have any doubts about the plan?

You kept thinking about Green Lantern in the coming days, occasionally while hugging the pillow. You thought he was attractive, but his flirtatious demeanor could be intimidating, even more so than Batman's, and that's considering you had only exchanged a word with him.

When you thought about it properly, you felt overwhelmed by the questionable age difference. He could easily be up to 10 years older than you, but that couldn't stop you from being attracted to him. However, if just saying hello made you so nervous, how were you supposed to flirt with an older man? You were pathetic.

When you returned to the Watchtower to complete a mission, he stood next to you and looked you up and down. You were incredibly surprised by the height difference between the two of you.

When you noticed his presence watching you, your cheeks flushed a deep red. He just chuckled with a hint of tenderness, which made you feel even more embarrassed.

— You blush easily, don't you? — He asked you kindly. — How cute.

You couldn't answer, the words got stuck in your throat. You tried to make your cheeks stop burning, but they only grew redder. You wanted to run and hide, but you didn't have the courage, so you just stood there.

— You don't have to be ashamed, honey. I don't bite. Not all the time, of course — He joked.

A strand of hair fell across your face, obstructing your view, but you didn't notice until Hal's hand brushed it aside, tucking it behind your ear. You dared to glance at him for a second; he was too handsome to assume he was flirting instead of just being friendly.

— I…

— What did you say, honey? I can't hear you when you mumble. — He smiled at you.

Finally, you started to listen to Dick giving his speech about the mission for the Titans and the league, but you could only think about Hal. It was the only thing you could think about during the two-hour meeting.

He was incredibly outgoing compared to you. Maybe that was one of the reasons he was so attractive: his confidence, his charm, and how outgoing he was. You hadn't talked to him much, just twice, but you were drawn to his energy, and you just wanted to know what it would be like to be with someone like that, but not anyone, just him.

Your mind wandered into practically unreal romantic fantasies. Perhaps it was obvious that, due to past experiences, you had little confidence in love and that's why you hoped that he would be unique among others. However, you would hit yourself on the head with your own fist when you remembered that he probably wasn't even interested in you.

Idiot, idiot, idiot. You felt like an idiot.

Furthermore, it was most likely that once that mission was over, Hal Jordan wouldn't hear from you again until the Titans were needed again. So maybe, it was perhaps naive to think or hope to run into him somewhere outside of work. What started as shyness turned into a huge ball of limitations trying to convince you that feeling attraction was a very bad idea. However, you kept blushing three times as much as usual every time you saw him, every single time!

Your conversations between you began to flow more naturally. Hal, being the flatterer and flirt that he is, did everything he could to bring you out of your shell. In particular, he had developed an obsession with making you blush, mentioning everything from simple things like how beautiful you were when you blushed to more vulgar things, but still eliciting that feeling of attraction in you.

One day, you were fortunate enough to be completely alone in some area of the base. Since everything was located in space, you were lucky to see the stars from a better position. They looked so close that you thought you could pick them up with your fingers.

— Have you ever traveled by plane? — he asked, standing in the doorway, admiring how fascinated you were watching the stellar spectacle.

— Several times. These are some of the advantages Dick has as Batman's son.

He smiled, approaching you and extending his hand for you to take.

— Come with me.

You followed him blindly, taking his hand. It wasn't long before both of you were on land, more precisely in a city called 'Coast City', right in front of 'Ferris Aircraft', where Hal stopped and removed the ring from his finger to tuck it inside his pocket. Everything was starting to get more confusing with each step.

— Hal... — You murmured with a blush. — What does that mean? I told you, I've flown in an airplane before.

— But you’ve never flown with me.

That's his line. The most memorable phrase that anyone who has spent time with him has heard him say. It made you feel special, even though deep down you knew you weren't. But flying with him excited you so much that it didn't matter that you weren't the first to go with him.

After bribing the security guard at the entrance with the excuse, "Do it for the beautiful lady," you were both in the air. You marveled at the view of the night sky from the co-pilot's window, feeling the adrenaline rush through your veins from the speed, which made you even more excited. Perhaps it was this that made you smile from ear to ear, as you had never done before. Your fingers danced to the rhythm of your companion's excitement.

— How is it possible that everything seems more exciting from up here? — You asked him, completely amused by the experience.

— How is it possible that I had to take you on a tour of the sky to make you lose your shyness?

In a hurried impulse, you grabbed Hal by the chin to turn his face towards you until you could see his eyes, and without much thought, you pressed your lips against his. It was a swift motion, but you kissed him intensely until it was necessary to let go so he could focus back on the road.

— Maybe the adrenaline is giving me the confidence to do whatever it takes — you said, but a few seconds later you blushed. — I'm not sure how long that will last.

Quickly, he moved his fingers to a bold red button in the center of the control panel labeled "Autopilot”. Then he settled into his seat, and you leaned back against the armrest. He was very close to you, watching you with those bright brown eyes you loved so much.

— Then we should make the most of every minute, right?

Your cheeks flushed as usual, which made him smile. He leaned down to your neck and kissed it with great devotion, making you tingle. Your hands ran down his back, caressing his aviator jacket, the one you once dreamed of wearing when he had the desire to lend it to you, infused with his scent.

Minutes later, he kissed your lips. He caressed them with his own, exploring you entirely, leaving no corner untested. His lips felt moist and soft, just as you had imagined they would. His minty breath slid down your throat as Hal rejoiced that your lips tasted like cherry lip gloss, delicious and addictive.

It was not only the first time you kissing inside a plane in the middle of the sky, leaning back in the co-pilot's seat, but it was also the first time you found yourself in this situation. For a moment, as his fingers pressed against your thigh, you wondered if you were doing the right thing or if you should tell him to stop and land. But honestly, everything seemed easier from up there: with Hal Jordan at your feet and a starry sky around you, it was easy to feel like you were in control.

— Have I told you how cute you are when you're not afraid of anything?

It was the first time you had gone this far with someone, but you didn't want to stop. Your blush and embarrassment wouldn't be able to defeat you this time.

#dc comics #dc universe #hal jordan x fem!reader #hal jordan x reader #hal jordan #fluff #green lantern #green lanter corps

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ladycamillewrites · 1 year

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𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑'𝖘 𝕭𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖙

∙ Thomas Sharpe x f!reader

𝖆/𝖓: written for @springdandelixn ‘s spring sleepover project. Happy Birthday darling 🖤

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: 18+ dark fic!! non/dub-con smut, Crimson Peak ghosts, forced marriage, manipulation, y/n held hostage

“Lucille?”

“Over here my dear. Look at the foxes hiding in the northern flower meadows” her voice lured you towards the great dining hall. Allerdale Hall was huge, almost as big as your fathers country estate but with way more pretty wildlife around.

To hell with your father’s sick hunting-addiction. Your studies were more important and surely the more peaceful.

Rushing over to join your friend at the window, your eyes instantly widened in joy at the sight of a vixen with two cubs. They seemed overly entertained by the growing flowers while the mother had her hands full with watching her boisterous offspring.

“They are incredibly adorable, are they not?“ You chirped, barely able to suppress your excitement about the spring season here in Scotland.

Thanks to Lucille and her brother Thomas you were invited to spend as much time as you wanted in the mansion of your friend you once got to know at your families annual garden festivities. Someone brought Lucille along and well, the spark of sympathy was instantly lit.

You’ve known her for quite a while. Two wonderful years regarding the regular letters and many visits.

If there only wasn’t Thomas Sharpe; the unfairly fine baronet who always watched you from the shadows with his oceanic orbs shining like the full moon. The hunger in his eyes elicited a cocktail of fear, submission and unexplainable arousal.

Most improper things.

However, it was wedding season and your father might wanted to introduce you to some gentlemen when you’d be back. Hoping you would finally agree to marriage. It was a gift and a curse at the same time to be allowed to pick your husband yourself.

Though, you were curious whether Thomas had found a fiancé.

“Tomorrow we will spot the grey seals at the bay, I’m most certain of it” Lucille smiled patting your shoulder before she weaves past your body.

The smell of Bergamot invaded your nostrils as you looked after your friend, unsure about the reason of her back-off.

It was Thomas donning an emerald vest with a puffy white shirt underneath, the gold fob watch on proud display. It shone equally as mysterious as those almond eyes.

“How is the wedding season going for you so far, darling?“ He purred, chin hoisted when you opened your silent mouth, unsure about what to reply.

“I- I, erm my father, luckily, allows me to decide when I wish to get married“ you began, watching in awe as his eyes narrowed, knuckles crackling as he pressed them together in a silent predatory display.

Lucille stepped back in your sight, smiling richly to coax whatever your final answer was. The siblings looked not too alike, you noticed as your eyes tried to hold on to something other than Thomas’ expectant demeanor.

“-and also whom. But I rather wait until next year since I am deeply invested in my studies of northern wildlife“ you finished with a meek smile, hoping that your explanation would suffice. Lucille herself wasn’t married although she was older than you and already exceeded the marriageable age.

Fresh confusion was written all across your face as Thomas nodded at his sister, took a small black box from her and approached you with black leather boots hitting the dull parquet. Nervous, you tugged a strand of hair behind your ear, gaze shifting to squint at the flowering poppies bathing in the dazzling sun.

However, you flinched when the baronet suddenly cleared his throat, attractive bone structure directed at you when he opened the box, drawing your attention. “Would you do me the honor then, y/n?“ His baritone resounded against the old walls of his mansion, leaving your heart miss a beat in utter shock.

Not knowing where to put your hands, you clasped them together, trembling fists resting in front of your heavy chest. “Thomas, I- I don’t know what to say that comes all so…abruptly“ your stammer sounded rueful, yet reasonably composed and bewaring the appropriate courtesy.

Again, anxious eyes flickered over to Lucille, her face suddenly all darkened with a thousand words of diktat sitting on her tongue. Where was your friend gone? The woman who told you about the different groups of deer visiting her gardens?

“Your father would surely be content with closer business relations, wouldn’t he?“ Thomas said sternly, leaving you no metaphorical room to breathe with the only relevant leverage held against you. You would most certainly do anything for the man you loved most. And Thomas knew.

Forcing an awkward smile, your trembling hand reached out to carefully close the box with the ring that would grant his owner the title of Lady Sharpe. “Please, do not take this as an insult because it most certainly is not“ Tomas' piercing gaze darted up to meet yours “But I would prefer to wait until the next season as I don’t yet feel ready for such a momentous step“.

Silence.

Scoffing, Thomas turned away from you, the cool scent of him blew in your direction from the brusque move.

Serious unease started to settle in your veins, poisoning your brain with the carnal urge for freedom. To breathe fresh air. Alone. At least for a moment.

“Excuse me…“ you whispered, sweaty fingertips raising the skirt of your dress to make your way down the stairs.

“Don’t you think my machines would be of great use in your father’s gold mines overseas?“ The deep pitch got you to stop and pause. Your own agitated breathing the only thing audible in the huge dining room as you failed to spot Lucille.

There was only Thomas, his ocean blue orbs glinting across his shoulder as he desultorily looked back at you. “Thomas, I beg you. This was by no means a rejection. I’m just asking you for some time to finish my studies“. Your voice was reduced until every word sounded like a plea.

The self-confident woman had already left Allerdale Hall, it seemed.

“I suggest you re-think your choice, darling“ he purred with a freeze like a winter storm, cold thrills descending your vertebrae. You didn’t dare to move nevertheless, muscles tense and ready to run. “Either that or you won’t ever leave this house“.

And you ran, muttering an unnecessary “Apologies“ as hasty legs carried you towards the staircase. That was when you started to notice a darkness, watching the curtains being pulled closed as if by witchcraft.

Panic spread in your system, hands clasped onto the handle as you hurled yourself down the stairs. “Don’t leave“ a jarring voice breathed, causing you to stop mid-stairs, your head turning in slow motion. You did not want to know who else was living in this house right now however, the voice pierced straight into your consciousness.

Gasping like a child fearing death you stared into the crimson face of what seemed like a ghost, slender limbs blocking the nearby window. With a cry you turned around, pacing downwards to the main door only to cry out harder when a second one of those horrific creatures blocked.

“Staaayyyyy“ they breathed in a terrific choir, filling your face with naked horror.

“I- I’m going to d-die. I’m going to be killed by ghosts“ you muttered, a stressed out brain trying everything to come up with a way out.

Turning on the spot like a cursed ballerina in a music box, you eventually spotted a single door that wasn’t yet blocked by those red, howling creatures. An exit you prayed when shaking hands twisted the doorknob.

Slamming the heavy wooden door shut behind you, your head dropped against it with an echoing thud. Candle light flickered behind you, a large, elaborately designed closet was the only thing you were able to locate when hurling in.

You were alone. In safety.

“I wasn’t jesting earlier, my dear“ an amused chuckle found your ears, the unique baritone making it past the rushing sound of hot blood in your head.

Thomas.

Panting heavily, you turned around, body too wasted to step back out and face those living nightmares again.

The tall, lean figure of the baronet stepped out of the shadows, a smug smirk resting on his thin lips. He looked handsome in candle light, you mused, burned out and incapable of summoning more fear.

“What- What are they?“ You asked instead, slowly stepping backwards, deeper into the room that turned out to be a regal bedroom. Those suffering moans resounding against the wood were too much while their ugly image ghosted around in your head.

Clicking his tongue, Thomas started to circle you like a starved shark, stern eyes traveling your spent body. “Ghosts. And they shall only be obedient to the Sharpes“.

“Let me go, please. I swear I won’t tell a word about this curse“ you pleaded, feeling dizzy from following the spheroid course of Thomas steps.

“It is only to be felt as a curse as long as you are not my wife. Therefore I shall ask again before my courtesy is the next thing to turn crimson“ he spat, every syllable weirdly monotonous, unfitting the usual behavior of the fine baronet. He felt like a changed man, even looked different with onyx curls splattered across his forehead instead of being neatly combed back.

You swallowed hard, gathering the boldness to state your point of view one last time, hoping he would somehow understand. Whyever he should now.

“Thomas, I cannot deny that you’re a handsome man of honor and overly gentlemanly but I beg you to rather propose next year“.

Watching his eyes fall shut and theatrically reopen as if drenched in pitch, you felt your hands and feet turn cold, any signs of a happy ending rusting and crumbling.

Frozen, you endured his approach, potent hands gripping your shoulders. At first gentle but then he turned you around swiftly, forcing your terrified eyes to stare at the door. Resistance was in vain.

“Oh darling, I’m afraid my friends would miss you so terribly that they cannot wait for a promised return that’s worth nothing more than hollow words“ he whispered in your ear, leaning so close that his chin brushed your temple.

A wicked grin spread on Thomas’ face as he felt you writing underneath his grip, whining like a child as crimson arms reached through the tiny gap at each side of the door. “Thomas, please stop“. “Think of only how content your father would be to have the source of revolutionary machines in his family, huh?“.

And you yielded, screwing your eyes shut as you screamed what he wanted to hear so desperately. “ Alright, I will marry you“.

Instantly, the grip around your shoulder blades softened, transformed in a weirdly pleasant caress. “Good girl“ Thomas cooed from behind, blithely watching the goosebumps paint your pale neck. “Now give me your hand“.

Reluctantly you turned, reaching out to the emerald fabric of his open hanging vest only for him to slap away your hand. A venomous gaze stiffened your back, twitching brows wordlessly forcing you to correct your mistake.

Now offering your left hand, the adequate one, he grabbed it, making it look ridiculously small as he slipped a heavy ruby ring on your finger.

You paused to stare at it, sick of the realization you had lost a year of juvenile freedom to a sinister, fine baronet. Under duress, not voluntarily.

“May I leave now? I need to apprise my father of this... well, situation“ you spoke again, the bitterness of a intertwined ‘are you happy now?’ swinging within your tone. But Thomas only chuckled, freeing himself of the vest to toss it on the fur carpet.

“Do you truly think of me as this imbecile, my darling fiancé?“ the last word hit you with the force of a southern coal train.

Shaking your head in a broken submission, your promptly tried to adjust your words, letting you sound more trustworthy. But the chance was long gone, rotten like the ghosts lurking behind the door. It glued your mouth shut instead.

Slowly he stepped closer, reaching behind your back as you felt long digits loosen your beige corset. “You think of this marriage as nothing but a business deal“ he began, hot air from his voodooed lungs meeting your sweaty cleavage. Biting your lips you stayed silent, more or less eager for his continuation.

“Well, in fact it is so much more. You are the most gorgeous woman I ever laid eyes on, y/n. You will bear me beautiful heirs to my title“. Your heart contracted violently, fighting against the choice your helpless mind had made. The irrevocable choice forcing you to actually step in the role of a faithful wife.

“I- what? What are you doing?“ You stammered, trying to hold on to the heavy fabric of your dress as it started to slide down your shoulders, threatening to leave you in only undergarments.

Growling like a wolf, the baronet gritted his teeth when annoyed hands pulled it out of your grasp. “Please“ you whined, covering yourself with two quivering arms while you knew damn well that your fate was sealed. “You shan’t never hide what’s to be mine. Understood?“ He barked however, silent and graceful while hasty hands unbuckled his black breeches.

Slowly, swallowing your pride, you let your arms hang down, eyes fixated on the flickering candle behind your fiancé. You would tell him to order more of them, you thought, they smelled nice.

“Now, this cock won’t suck itself“.

Disbelieving, widened eyes darted back at him, insecurity smeared all across your face like neon lotion.

Thomas’ brow was raised, his potent jaw bobbed forward in bloody impatience. “Once I had you, no other man will ever touch you. I’m just making sure my fiancé won’t renegade on her promise“ he stated as sober as well water, the poison within a stark black swirl.

Succumbing to your fate, you dropped to your knees, staring at his manhood that twitched in lusty anticipation. “I- I’ve never…“ you mumbled, awkwardly curling your fingers around the hot shaft. He was huge, bigger than your housemaid had told you men were.

You didn’t know whether his sympathy for you was feigned or not as Thomas told you how to wrap your lips around the tip and use your tongue to bring him satisfaction until he would thrust into your mouth.

And how you should let him.

Then you began to pleasure him, swallowing hot saliva around his wide girth until you heard him moan and grunt above you, blueish veins straining his neck when his head lolled back. It was a sinful sound, radiating pure masculinity and drenching your panties, if you wanted it to or not.

Thomas was incredibly handsome, you couldn’t deny his charms. So you gave in trying to focus on breathing as he started to fuck your mouth. Knuckles turned white from the strong grip around the edge of the bed when wolfish growls and curses left his parted lips.

You felt torn as he suddenly pulled out, hand still buried in your hair to yank you back on your feet. “No“ you babbled, feeling the burn of your scalp wandering down to infect your gut. You were not ready for what was to come.

“What was that, pet?“

“I- I don’t want to“ your whisper felt pathetic. “You do not wish to be a good, obedient wife?“ Thomas hissed through gritted teeth, the blue in his eyes drowning you like a relentless ocean, features sharpened by the candle light.

Dragging his face in a faux pout the sinister baronet mocked you “I assumed you wanted to see the grey seals tomorrow, darling. We could go together…“ he purred, gradually lowering you onto the duvet of his big bed. “Would my pretty fiancé like that?“.

You stared in his eyes, biting the inside of your cheek until a taste of copper was the product of your fear. “I’d love that, Thomas“ you forced yourself to say, nails digging in the red fabric gathered by your sides.

A content smile curled his lips before a strong knee pressed between your legs, unfazed by any resistance. “If you are good for me…we’ll go“ he snarled, sliding back down to hook a finger in the waistband of your panties, the undergarment ripping in no time under his swift pull.

Gasping, your upper body shot up, protesting against the man who stared at your naked cunt as if it was a box of gems he craved to possess and lock behind metal doors. “Thomas, please don’t“ a whine that erupted directly form your heart left him entertained, ignorant fingertips spreading your lips.

“As I said, darling. Without some kind of assurance, words are rendered nothing but mere sounds“.

“But why does it have to be like that?“

A big hand came closer as he crawled back up, pressing against your breasts to keep you glued to the mattress. New terror was born in your eyes, fading into absent-mindedness as you felt him drag his cock along your fold, chuckling to himself.

He would take me either way you thought, trying to accept the burden that was the title of Lady Sharpe. You would have happily married him.

Next year though.

“Fuck, look at you. All wet like a whore yet so innocent“ you frowned at his words, eyes screwed shut to await the inevitable intrusion. “Please be gentle“ you heard yourself mutter, shocked by the taste of complete submission on your tongue.

“Ah, ah! Eyes on me. I want to watch you as I make you my wife“ Thomas demanded, dropping on his elbow, needy cock lined up with your pussy. The tingle of his loose curls against your collarbone was a poor distraction to the fiery burn as he breached you, growling at the dark of his chamber.

It felt unlike anything you had ever imagined, the thick ridges of his big cock stretching you beyond your limits.

Whining underneath him, palms pressed against the puffy shirt, lips begged him to pause until he did. “G-Gods… you feel p-perfect. So tight“ his husky moans were needles pricking your cheek as you felt him twitch inside you, the moment of pause weirdly fading the pain into pleasure.

Until he pulled out, hips slapping against your ass when he began to pound into you, mercy far beneath his carnal needs. “Thomas, I- I can’t“ you whimpered silently, staggered breaths interrupting your senseless plea.

But he didn’t say a word, instead biting his rosy lip from the sheer pleasure your hesitant body bestowed on him. He looked feral, the collected, analyzing baronet who used to make nice business with your dad now hidden behind a black out curtain.

Darkness engulfed you when the candle finally died, leaving Thomas the only thing to hold onto in the cursed mansion that was now yours.

And so you did, clawing your nails in your fiancé’s muscular back, praying for the candle to be magically lit up again. To have mercy on your heart while Thomas’ relentless cock blanketed your body in unfamiliar ecstasy until he came, spilling his hot seed deep inside your core what forced you to followed him, chanting his name in your own crimson peak.

tags (feel free to ignore if it's not your genre) : @coldnique @gigglingtigger @muddyorbs @gigglingtigger @smolvenger @toozmanykids @lokisgoodgirl @simplyholl

#crimson peak fic #springdandelixn's sleepover #thomas sharpe x yn #thomas sharpe x f!reader #thomas sharpe x reader #thomas sharpe smut #dark!fic #non/dub-con!#fanfic writing #read warnings #18+

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bellysoupset · 24 days

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omg i have an idea feel free to regard or disregard

what if jonah and angie get into a fight and it’s the first REAL fight they’ve had bc before she was kinda too young to actually engage in any kind of actual fighting.

but it truly throws jonah WAY off his game (cue the nervous stomach) he’s moody and upset and distancing himself from the group.

when leo finally manages to shake the truth from him he kinda breaks down and tells him that he thinks he drover her off and she isn’t gonna want to speak to him anymore.

- 🧝‍♂️

Alright, alright, alright. I was so excited about this request, I changed the order of my WIPs. Basically, you requested exactly what would catapult the Angie&Jonah plot I had been thinking of since last year.

I hope you like it!

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Leo was deep in the throes of sleep, curled up under two different blankets and with JD purring against his stomach. He had never been so comfy.

So when he heard the front door shutting with a loud noise, Leo only groaned and curled his arm tighter around his cat, refusing to deal with whatever issue it was. Somewhere in the recess of his mind, he could hear a whisper fight down the hallway and then Jonah saying, far too loud for how late it was, "I'm not gonna even answer that, Angelina. We'll talk in the morning."

More whispers, so Leo let out a sigh and opened his eyes, refusing to move. JD had crawled inside his hoodie's front pocket, only her head was poking out. He lazily scratched her behind her ear, turning slightly on the bed and rubbing his eye with his opposite hand.

"Don't bother," Angie's voice, louder than Leo expected it. Normally she was incredibly conscious of not bothering others. Leo dizzily reached for his phone, squinting at the clock. 12:30 AM. Terribly late for them to be just arriving, they were only supposed to go out for a movie.

JD meowed, crawling out of her hiding place in his pocket and nuzzling her head against his chin, before jumping from the bed and slipping out of the bedroom the minute Jonah harshly opened the door.

Leo pushed himself up against the pillows, yawning, "what's going on...?"

"Not now," Jonah's voice was like a whip and he shut the door with more force than necessary, marching to the bathroom. He slammed that door shut as well and Leo raised his eyebrows at the display, but didn't bother getting up; By now he knew that trying to get through Jon when he was in such an awful mood was a terrible idea.

Leo stretched, checking his alarm and then stripped down his hoodie, rolling on the bed and pressing his face to the pillow. He was just about to fall back asleep, lullabied by the sound of the shower running, when the bathroom door opened once again, this time much quieter.

He didn't bother speaking up, hearing Jonah walk around softly in order not to wake him up, changing into his silk pajama pants and then slipping under the blankets.

Leo turned his head in Jonah's direction, then reached out clumsily, grabbing his hand, "Jon?"

"No," Jonah squeezed his hand, before pulling back as if it burned him, "not tonight."

"Jonah-"

"No, Leo," Jon scoffed, turning his back to Leo. He saw the other man's shoulders go up with a deep breath, but they didn't come down, nerves wound up tight.

"Okay," Leo sighed, scooting closer and going to cuddle him, but Jonah flinched away, "Jon-"

"Please, just leave me alone," Jonah groaned, voice all rough and weird. Speaking with a knot in his throat.

Leo pouted, but nodded in the dark, squeezing his boyfriend's bicep, "Goodnight."

He turned back around hugging his pillow and Leo was still awake, nearly an hour later, when he heard Jonah's breathing slow down, finally getting pulled under by exhaustion.

Four out of the five working days of their week, Leo got up first. Since it was Wednesday, he went in at 8:00 AM and was up at 7:00 AM, as usual. Except Jonah wasn't in bed.

The day was already shaping up to be a weird, stressful one.

Leo stumbled into the bathroom, noticing the mirror was fogged up and there was the smell of mint, indicating Jonah wasn't just up and sulking somewhere, but actually ready for his day.

However, when he got out of the bedroom, now finishing up buttoning up his shirt and ready for a tall mug of coffee, there was no sign of Jon... And the guestroom door was open. The bed was made. Angie's toiletries bag was gone from the dresser.

Leo's heart sunk to his stomach and he looked around the kitchen, in search of something. There was a note under his coffee mug, but the handwriting was all round and delicate, nothing like Jon's left leaning, fancy one.

Sorry I didn't say goodbye! Things got weird. Take care. XOXO, Ange.

Fuck.

Leo raised his eyebrows, folding the note and slipping it in his pocket, before running back to the bedroom to retrieve his cellphone and check if there were any messages from Jonah or Angie, but there was nothing. Radio silence.

He called and called, then waited until he was pretty much late for work. However, Jonah didn't pick and neither did Angie, so Leo had no option but to go to his job, concerned out of his mind.

Around 1 PM, when he finally got his lunch break, there was a text message on his phone.

Wicked-Witch-Of-The-West: Call me when you're free. Important.

Leo rolled his eyes at Wendy's matter of fact text, calling as he waited in line for his subway order. It rang only twice before she picked up.

"Hi," she sounded breathless and didn't wait for an answer, "Jon's in a bad shape. Do you want me to drive him home or should I call a cab or can you-"

"Bad shape?" Leo frowned, handing the cashier his credit card and retrieving his sandwich, "meaning?"

"Meaning he's laid out in the doctor's quarters and he's puked twice already. He wanted to keep working but Stewarts kicked his ass and said he should go home instead of spreading germs everywhere..." Wendy hesitated, "he says he's not sick and I think I believe him, but I have no idea what's going and he won't tell me and he sorta yelled at me and I told him to drown in the toilet so now I can't- I mean, I can, I absolutely can drag his ass home, I just-"

"Wendy," Leo interrupted her, snorting at the mental image, "I'm on my way. It's my idiot, I can handle him."

"Right," Wendy didn't sound very sure, but Leo ignored her tone, "should I tell him...?"

"No, just give me clearance to go to the doctor's quarters. I think the security is going to have my head if I barge in again."

"Okay, okay. See you soon."

Wendy hadn't been exaggerating, but Leo also didn't expect anything less after the weird morning it had been so far. Jonah was inside the doctor's quarters, sitting in the little brown couch, his head thrown back as he stared at the ceiling, a hand resting on his stomach as if he was contemplating if he was about to puke again or not.

"You look great," Leo said, unable to keep a vestige of bitterness out of his voice. He wasn't angry at Jonah for completely shutting him out last night and all of this morning, but he wasn't happy about it either.

Jonah grimaced as he saw Leo, "Wendy called you."

"Yep," Leo walked further inside, "let's go home?"

"I'm not sick, I can work-"

"Your supervisor kicked you out, Jonah," Leo rolled his eyes, "and honestly, I wouldn't trust you if I was a patient, you're super pale. Let's go home."

Jonah considered it for a second, not moving a muscle and seeming like he was wondering if he should argue, before his shoulders dropped and he nodded. He got up slowly, an arm still wrapped around his stomach, and went to retrieve his stuff out of his designated locker.

They didn't talk at all until they were outside of the hospital, Wendy waving timidly in their direction as they passed by the office where she was just welcoming an elderly patient.

Jonah all but threw his stuff in the backseat of the car, before sighing heavily and resting his forehead to the cool metal. Leo paused, not entering the driver side.

"Jon?"

A sickly little burp answered him and then Jonah spread his legs apart and ducked his head between his arms, bringing up a thin stream of vomit without even retching.

It wasn't much, but still he stayed in that weird position, breathing heavily. Leo sighed.

"Aww Jonah," he circled the car, planting a hand in his boyfriend's back and rubbing a wide circle, "baby, whatever it is, I promise you it's not as bad as your head is making it seem. Please talk with me...?"

Jonah shook his head, letting out a strangled noise and Leo groaned, pressing a kiss to his shoulder and carefully side stepping the mess on the ground, "are you done?"

"I don't- I don't know..." Jonah stumbled slightly to the right, "my stomach hurts."

"Wendy said you got sick twice already, you're empty, baby," Leo opened the passenger door and pushed Jonah inside, "c'mon, get in."

Leo's heart was in his throat as he drove them home. Jonah being cranky or sullen wasn't new, but him looking this distraught and refusing to talk about it was. He planted a hand on his boyfriend’s thigh, squeezing it and rubbing up and down.

"You're freaking me out," Leo admitted quietly, "you and Angie had a fight?"

Jonah nodded, hand clutching his belly and folding in half, until his forehead was resting on the dashboard. Leo moved his hand from Jon's thigh, to his back and sped up a little more.

"What about?"

“I fucked up,” Jonah said in the smallest, most heartbroken tone Leo had heard in a long while. He had heard something like that back when they fought on the side of the road and Leo had accused Jonah of cheating completely out of the blue, ruining his proposal, but this time it was different. It wasn’t just angry and sad or offended, it was… Guilty.

“What happened?” Leo pulled the car into the garage of their building and Jonah let out a groan at the movement, opening his door as soon as the car stopped and gagging fruitlessly, but his body had nothing else to eject.

Leo unbuckled his seatbelt, thanking god his car was so old it didn’t have an alarm for that, and got on his knee on the seat, so he could lean over the handbrake and rub Jonah’s back as he continued to dry heave, his stomach long done with his messy breakdown.

“Jon?”

“She- She wanted- I told her no and -” Jonah sat up straight, bringing a shaky hand to wipe the drool from his lips and closing his eyes, chest heaving with effort, “fuck, Leo…”

“Start from the beginning, okay?” Leo leaned in, stroking his cheek with his thumb, “you guys went out for dinner and a movie. What happened?”

“She wants to travel before college starts,” Jonah opened his eyes and finally said in a calm, collected voice that didn’t belong to him, “and she wants me to come along.”

Leo frowned, thumb stopping the stroking motion, confusion washing over him, “I’m sorry, uh… What? This is good, right? Travel where-”

“No,” Jonah shook his head, “it’s three months, Leo. She wants me to tag along for three months-”

“I don’t-”

“I said no,” Jon whispered, pressing a fist to his mouth, muffling an airy, sick burp, “I said no right away and she got upset I didn’t even consider it and then we argued and she said I wasn’t- I wasn’t putting in any effort at all and I told her- I called her childish and then this morning she said she wanted to go home and I drove her to the airport at 6 AM and- Fuck, I messed it all up, I don’t- She hasn’t even called me back-” his chest heaved as another retch tore up and Leo grimaced when this one was productive and Jonah dived once more in order to spit up bile and droll outside his door.

Leo’s ears were ringing as he managed to put together what was going on. He kept a hand on Jonah’s shoulder as he continued to heave, gasping for hair, his whole face getting that tingly sensation it did before a panic attack.

He forcefully breathed in through his nose, tightening his grip on Jon, “you said no because of me.”

More coughing and Jonah letting out a whimper.

Leo’s heart started to hammer away, the ringing getting worse. He felt claustrophobic, suddenly wanting to be out of the car, out of the garage, his own mind…

“Leo?” Jonah sat up straight once more, all clammy and sweaty, looking gray, his hazel eyes pained, “baby?”

“I-I…” Leo pulled back, raising a hand to keep Jonah from touching him or saying anything, “gimme- give me a minute.”

Jon raised his eyebrows, but nodded, and Leo lowered his forehead to the steering wheel, trying to ground himself. He counted to ten, then backwards, taking slow breaths. It was like a waterfall was muffling all noise. Jonah mumbling something in the far distance, underwater.

“Why did you say no?” Leo asked, refusing to lift up his head and meet his fiance’s eyes.

Jonah let out a scoff, “she can’t just expect me to uproot my whole life to go in a little backpack trip through europe-”

“Jon.”

“I just proposed to you,” Jonah’s tone got a whiny sound, “I can’t- You wouldn’t- We have a life.”

Leo forced out a breath, squeezing the steering wheel with all his force, until his knuckles turned white, “you didn’t think I’d agree.”

“I knew you wouldn’t,” Jonah rolled his eyes, then frowned when his answer caused Leo to turn to him fast as a snake, looking visibly angry.

“You couldn’t have known, you didn’t talk with me-”

“Oh shut up, Leo,”’ Jon rubbed at his chest, making a face, “you throw fits over Wendy, why would I think you’d be alright with me leavi- Leo?” he interrupted himself as the blonde swore and got out of the car, slamming the driver’s door shut.

Leo folded in half, planting his clammy hands to his knees and trying to breathe. He hated that Jonah was right, he had no reason to think Leo would agree with this, since he had done everything to disprove that notion. Leo squeezed his eyes shut, feeling childish and guilty and horrible…

“Leo?” Jonah had shut the car door and was leaning on the trunk, planting a tentative hand on his elbow, “baby?”

“You didn’t ruin it, I- I did,” Leo gasped, flinching away, “that’s why she didn’t bother saying goodbye-”

“She’s seventeen and being ridiculous,” Jonah scoffed, “I have a life, Leo. A full residency happening, a job, a wedding-”

Leo shook his head, “you’d put these things on hold for her,” he half accused. Not out of bitterness, just certainty. Jonah was the type to know exactly what he wanted, always. The only reason for him to be this distraught, was because he knew he wanted to go and had still said no, not out of his own volition, but-

“You’re spiraling,” Jon stepped closer, or rather stumbled, still unsteady on his feet, but worry overriding everything else, “baby, look at me. You’re freaking out-”

“I’m a jealous, possessive prick and you’re ruining a really nice opportunity with your sister because you’re afraid I’ll lash out,” Leo surmised, glaring at him and daring Jonah to contradict him, “and you’re not even wrong, because I probably would have.”

There was a beat. Jon unable to deny something that was the objective truth and Leo scoffing as he realized the bitter reality of his own words.

“That’s just fucking great,” the blonde said after a minute, stepping closer and leaning on the trunk as well, shoulder to shoulder with his boyfriend.

Jon turned his head, then sighed and planted his cheek to Leo’s shoulder, “I’m sorry.”

“You’re not the one who should be apologizing,” Leo intertwined their fingers, rubbing his thumb over Jon’s engagement ring. It was similar to his own, except instead of having a small baguette diamond in the center, it had a bunch of little gems the thickness ridge, “I’m really, really sorry, Jon.”

“It’s fine-”

“I think you should go,” Leo squeezed his hand, interrupting him, “I know how much you want to be close with your sister and yeah, the idea is a little- A little silly and you do have the residency, and the hospital-”

“And the wedding,” Jonah stressed, squeezing his hand back and Leo shrugged.

“The wedding isn’t happening in three months, Jon,” he rolled his eyes, “look, I know it’s not a get up and go decision, but I also know you’re the type of guy who could solve all the other variables. So if the only thing holding you back from agreeing is me, don’t. It’s just three months, baby.”

Jonah let out a little bitter chuckle, “and then I come back and you don’t wanna marry me anymore? No way-”

“Don’t be an idiot, that wouldn’t happen,” Leo scoffed and leaned on his fiance’s side, “I love you. I love you so much… It’s just a trip with your sister, it’s not the end of the world. We can wedding plan from a distance-”

“Have you met me?” Jonah whined and Leo opened a smile, letting out a relieved breath.

“I have, yeah,” he jumped up, sitting on the closed trunk, “I know you’ll want to micromanage everything, but I’m sure you can do that from Europe, right? We haven’t even settled on a date yet...”

Or on anything, really. The proposal had been its own thing and Leo was still basking in the fuzzy sensation he felt whenever he looked at his ring, so they were letting it settle in before deciding on the next move.

Now it seemed they’d need to make up their minds quicker.

“Okay,” Jonah said quietly, removing his hand from Leo’s hold and wrapping both arms around his stomach, “I… I think I need to call Angie, then.”

“Let her calm down,” Leo grinned, planting a hand on Jon’s nape and squeezing it, pulling him closer so he could kiss his boyfriend’s temple, “she’s a Banks, she’s got a temper just like you do.”

“No, she doesn’t,” Jonah whined, but instead of pulling away, he fully turned and melted into Leo’s arms, hugging him, “I’m so scared I messed it up, Leo…”

“You didn’t, she’s seventeen,” Leo measured his words. He liked Angie and he’d like for Jonah to go on this trip, but that didn’t change that Angelina’s reaction had been of a teenager. A spoiled teenager at that, but he didn’t want to say that out loud, since Jonah and him came from extremely different realities, “she’ll get over it, I promise.”

Jon mumbled something that he didn’t quite understand, so Leo squeezed him a little tighter and breathed out, looking around the parking lot. They really should go inside, before one of their fancy neighbors caught them wrapped up on each other like that and complained with the management.

“We should get married in October,” Jon’s voice was muffled by his shoulder, but Leo heard him clearly.

“Let’s go inside,” he turned his face, pressing his nose to Jonah’s temple and breathing him in, “and you can brush your teeth and get something in your stomach, then we’ll talk.”

“That’s not a no,” Jonah pointed out, not pulling back at all.

#i think i'm gonna get yelled at bc of this fic #but guyssss trust the process #mywriting #jonah banks #leo wagner #emeto #sickfic #nervous stomach #nerves #emetophilia #🧝‍♂️ anon

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hx4x4enthusiast · 7 months

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Fuck around & Find out

Words: 909

Knockout x gender-neutral reader

Warning: this is suggestive and has Dom/sub themes, read with discretion

Every creature is capable of change, that’s what Optimus always preaches and honestly yeah, I agree everyone deserves a second chance. But why for Gods, or Primus, or whoevers sake put a certain hella annoying ex-con, with a with a custom paint job into my life. Don’t get me wrong I am happy that he decided to join the Autobots, but I just want to know why he decided to annoy, out of everyone, specifically me.

“Oh, my dear little cherry, what crawled up your exhaust pipe and died, hmmm?” A suave voice sounded through the otherwise empty storage room, as the owner of the voice struts through the room like he owns the whole base.

By Primus how I hate that nickname. Ever Since Optimus decided that Knockout should learn more about humanity and take over certain responsibilities, he was assigned as my guardian and has taken to calling me “little cherry”. Which then infected nearly everyone else and now everyone except Optimus, Ultra Magnus and Ratchet refer to me by my nickname.

Taking a deep breath, I turn around to face Knockout putting on the biggest fake smile as I ask with the most sickening sweet tone I could. “You want to know something Knockout?”

“I know a lot of things dear; I could give you a list.” Knockout replies in his flirty undertone a smirk fixed on his facete, as he steps closer to my elevated resting place.

“You always bring me so much joy”, I make a pause to let him bathe in the praise and before he can speak up, no doubt to say something to feed his ego even more, I sweep in for the kill and continue, “as soon as you leave the room.”

For a moment he’s frozen, his smirk lacking his normal confidence, just as I was ready to celebrate this small victory, he catches himself again. “Oh, my such a rude thing to say to your guardian and dearest confidant.”

“Ugh you are the most annoying bot, con, being I have ever met,” I huff turning my face away from Knockout not wanting to have to look at his dumb angular face and shiny paint and small waist and deep red optics.

“It seems like someone has quite the mouth on them.” Knockout notes, advancing like a predator to his prey. Positing himself right in front of me and set his servo right behind me so he towers over me. “You really ought to be taught a better way to utilize it.”

Startled trough the close proximity to him I look around for a way to escape, only to realize that Knockout despite his size, has effectively trapped me. Well shit.

“Aww what is wrong my little cherry, don’t tell me your nervous”, Knockout laughs at me, as he lowers himself “oh where did all your confidence go hmm? Was all it took just a little bit of teasing for your bite to turn tail?

“What no I am not nervous especially not because of an oversized sentient tin can with an ego that would make Cleopatra jealous”, I huff continuing to look everywhere but at the smug mech infront of me.

“My, my such a snarky attitude”, Knockout leaned incredibly close, his intake next to my ear as he whispers, voice dropping an octave lower,” you’re just begging for someone to put you in your place.

Stunned by the forwardness of Knockout all I manage is to look like a fish on land with the way I am gaping at him.

“What is this did I finally manage to shut the little brat up?” Knockout leaned back staring into my eyes challenging me to do anything in opposition, as he forces me with a firm grip to hold eye contact. “Are you going to be good now?”

“I I uhh”, I swallow the lump in my throat under the piercing stare of the ex-con. His optics two piercing rubies that have their attention solely on me, hiding a certain heat behind them.

A chuckle breaks the silence as Knockout regards me with a certain mirth. “Ah I never expected to have so much fun in teasing my little cherry, but your reactions are finer than the best high grade.” In his usual fashion he struts to the door before turning his head to me and with a smirk gives me one last piece of advice. “I held back today, dear”, his voice takes on a dangerous edge, one he used when he was still a Decepticon on the battlefield before he continues, “but if your ever think to turn into a brat again. I will have you on your knees begging for forgiveness. Is that clear little cherry?”

A mute nod is all I can manage, as an answer.

“Ahahah, words my little cherry,” the mech tuts in a disapproving manner.

“Ye-…Yes sir”, I quack out, instantly my hands fly to my mouth as I realize what I just called him. Dread spreads through my body as after a few seconds Knockout smirk gets even wider.

“Seems like the brat does now how to be respectful,” with that he steps through the door and lets it slide shut behind him.

Leaving me wallow in self pitty trying to wrap my head around what just happened. Though one thing was clear, do not fuck with Knockout or you find out what you may not be ready for.

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #knockout #knockout x reader #macaddam #suggestive #no nut november #no smut

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lavendertales · 1 year

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Sweet lies: Chapter 5

pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

summary: the Millers invite everyone over at their place for Valentine’s day, and things have never felt lonelier for you. But the end of the night has a surprise twist for you.

word count: 5k

A/N: now we’re getting into the juicy part. huge thanks to @cheshire-noir for helping me with a good part of this!

Comments & reblogs are forever appreciated 💕

gif: @pascalsky

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As much as you tried to remain the professional and hardworking person you have always been, that Friday had your mind spinning relentlessly.

Last night’s dinner was still fresh on your mind, taunting you alongside Frankie and Andrea. Worst part was that you actually liked Andrea. It was virtually impossible to nest any negative feelings towards someone so incredible.

But then you recalled Frankie’s hesitant side glares, his Adam’s apple bobbing with each nervous gulp he took, the sheer regretful expression on his face whenever the two of you locked eyes, and you wondered if somehow, maybe, he wasn’t so confident in his relationship.

It couldn’t have been. It was just your jealousy talking deep in your subconscious, giving you false hope. You’ve been down that road before, being fed up lies by your own mind and tricked by your heart. You did not need that again, and certainly not when Frankie was engaged.

You had to be on your best behavior. The two of you were no longer friends, but merely old acquaintances, so you shouldn’t have had an issue with giving him the cold shoulder. The farther he was from you, the better. Even if you had foolishly agreed to go to the Valentine’s Day bash that Will and Benny were throwing, that didn’t mean you could act reckless.

So you came up with a plan.

“Good news, your girl finished her presentation early, which means I am available for some weekend fun,” Rose’s confident voice giggles over the phone.

It’s a little over eleven p.m., and you’re already half asleep in your bed, but as luck would have it, Rose’s timing is impeccable.

“Congratulations,” you say, genuinely impressed by her work ethic. “At least one of us was professional today.”

“Uh-oh. I take it dinner was awkward last night?”

“Frankie came with his fiancé.”

Silence. You can hear Rose’s jaw drop and her steady breaths. If you listen closely enough, you can hear her processing what you just told her.

“They both came?” she asks.

“Yeah. It was dinner with friends and their significant others, of course he would’ve brought his fiancé. It was stupid of me to think he wouldn’t.”

“Still, I can’t imagine it was pleasant to just have her in your face like that.”

“She’s actually pretty awesome.”

“What?!”

Rose’s indignation actually steals a chuckle out of you, for which you are thankful.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” she continues.

You scoff. “I’m serious! She’s an incredible, accomplished woman.”

“I don’t care, that is the enemy!”

“She’s really not. If anything, Frankie is. He’s the one who fucked it all up.”

“Fair point. What’s so incredible about this woman, anyway?”

“Well, her name’s Andrea and she’s a dermatologist, she regularly volunteers for different charities, she’s hilarious and sweet… oh, and she’s unfairly gorgeous.”

“How gorgeous are we talking here?”

“Green eyes, light brown hair with cute bangs, caramel skin… and she smells great.”

“Shit, that does sound great.”

“So you see my problem.”

“I do. But I can hate her.”

“What—Rose, you don’t even know her.”

“When has that ever stopped us? We’ve hated people for no reason before.”

“Yes, but those were celebrities. And it was usually because they either had something we don’t have, or because we just didn’t like them.”

“Hello! How is this any different?”

You chuckle again, your chest growing heavier with concern regarding tomorrow’s plans.

“Hey, listen, since you’re free this weekend,” you start, “how do you feel about spending Valentine’s Day with me tomorrow?”

“Uh… okay, I really appreciate the sentiment, but I’m not sure what kind of message did I send to you before.”

You both laugh. “Will and Ben are throwing this little Valentine’s get-together between friends—and their girlfriends too, I guess—and I could really use a friendly shoulder there.”

“Hmm. So everyone’s gonna be happily nuzzling next to their significant others?”

“All, except me and Frankie. Andrea can’t come apparently.”

“Gotta say, I’m a little relieved, I thought I was going to have to show some PDA in order to be able to stay.”

You laugh some more, eagerly anticipating her response.

“Won’t it be awkward?” Rose asks.

“Possibly. Every interaction I’ve had so far has been more or less so. Please, you gotta come with me.”

“I will, I will. Just gotta stop by at my grandma’s first to check in on her.”

“How is she doing after the hip replacement surgery?”

“Pretty good. More mobile each day.”

“Oh, that’s great!”

“Yeah. But after that, I’m totally gonna be there for you.”

“Good. Cause I’m your best friend, and you have to help a friend in need.”

“True.”

“Also, Santi will be there.”

You can tell that has Rose’s attention. Hell, even you smile. You’ve been hoping for a long time that she and Santiago would act upon their feelings, but clearly they both had been shy to initiate.

“I was gonna come anyway, just to clarify,” Rose pushes, to which you smirk.

“Mhm.”

“This is just… an added bonus.”

“Of course it is. I’ll see you tomorrow then, at the Millers?”

“You got it. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight. Oh, and thank you, Rose. I love you.”

“You don’t have a thing to thank me for. I love you too.”

Knowing that Rose will be there makes it easier for you to fall asleep, and to navigate through next day’s tasks. You wake up pretty early in order to go your grocery shopping, your cleaning and your cooking, and when the clock strikes five p.m., you are in your bathroom, showering and putting a little makeup on.

It’s not a party, you keep reminding yourself of Will’s words. So you don’t overdress, and you don’t overdo it with makeup. Just something cute and casual for a night out with your friends.

And their girlfriends. And, with Rose there, probably making heart eyes at Santiago, that means it’ll be just you and Frankie.

Okay, so maybe your plan wasn’t so well thought. Maybe you could back out of going. Who would really care, on Valentine’s, no less?

Oh, but they would. You knew the guys, you knew your friends, and you knew how relentless they could be about group hangouts and such. You knew they would bother you consistently, bombard you with questions about why you were a no-show at the very last moment.

Honestly, the idea of free drinks kept you motivated enough. In the event of Rose disappearing somewhere to snuggle with Santi, you’d have your trusted companions, the beers.

But you refuse to show up empty handed, so you carry with you a big plate of sandwiches and a bottle of wine. You put in the location on the GPS and drive through the snowed streets.

You’ve been to Will’s and Benny’s plenty of times, but you felt safer having the address right there in front of you, especially on an icy evening like that. Even on a tender day such as Valentine’s Day, February knows how to remind you of its cold, cold wrath.

Standing on the doorstep of the Millers’ humble bungalow merely twenty minutes later, your warmest clothes prove nothing on that bitter evening. You rang the doorbell once and are now anxiously waiting for either Will or Benny to let you in.

Soon, waiting becomes a daunting task. But not only because of the bitter wind chills.

Will and Benny are hosting this party—scratch that. A get-together. Friendly faces, and yet all of them seem to belong to mere ghosts of your past. For them, Valentine’s Day didn’t need the frills and ties, but rather friends and stiff drinks. Plus, they had their wonderful girlfriends by their side, so even the most mundane tasks could be deemed as romantic and well-thought. Will reassured you it would be a smaller gathering, just the lonely ones and the dorks who actually managed to score someone. Still, the sight of the cramped cars in the driveway spiked your anxiety when the GPS told you “arrived at your destination”. But you prevailed, and marched to the front door nonetheless. You had made a promise, after all.

Hurry up, guys, your mind begs, huffing into your hands to keep you warm. Finally, you see a familiar face grinning from the door window. Not Will, rather Benny. Your eyes soften, eagerly pushing your way in, even as Benny already starts fussing over how long you waited.

“It’s fine,” you tell him sincerely.

“I shouted at Will to open the door a dozen times,” he seemingly apologizes. “I had the glasses in my hand, but no, I gotta do all the work. So much for big bro duties. Here, let me take that.”

You chuckle as Benny takes the plate and bottle of wine from your hand, and you take a look around. You were swathed in warmth as soon as you crossed the threshold into the home. Something about being inside made you relax much more. It could be the coziness of the two-story living, where every room in the house bled into each other. Or it could be that the furniture choices were plump and rosy leather adorned in animal themed blankets, tapestries and cushions. In the living room, MTV is playing on the television, the soft drones of Robert Smith from The Cure filling you with the melancholy you had come to associate with the holiday.

From the couch, Will greets you, inviting you to sit as you hand your jacket off to Benny. Will and Mia are sitting over at one of the two olive couches that surround the fireplace. Benny has no problem plopping himself next to his brother and his girlfriend, the latter having his own significant other join in, but you decide to pick the couch across from them, the one closest to the kitchen. Not just because it might be useful should you require more drinks, but also because you think five’s a crowd, and couples need their intimacy.

The light in the kitchen is on and you can see two shadows bouncing across the walls. They are talking about something, but you can’t pick up on any of it, not when you have Will and Mia’s conversation ringing in the other ear. Although, you still can’t help but stare at the shapes.

One looks stocky, and seems to be the one making the most noise out of them. But the other. The other has a cap on, larger arms, a deeper voice, dripping with age like a fine wine. He and Benny are the youngest among the boys, but his voice is coarse and thick with plenty of emotions that still have a grip over you.

You shake your head briefly, forcing yourself to smile and even giggle at the excited voices in front of you. It’s a favorable situation rather than staring at Frankie the whole time, which you swore you wouldn’t do, no matter what.

You fleetingly check your watch, wondering when Rose will get there. You grow to hate this feeling of helplessness when it comes to being around Frankie. It’s not that you are not strong, quite the opposite: you are more than capable of being cold and distant, but gazing over at him, looking and longing at the same time? A whole other story.

You’re not quite sure what it is about Frankie that still has you in a chokehold. Actually, you do know, you just like denying it, especially now given the circumstances. In every way, Frankie is the embodiment of your dream partner. He’s kind, funny, sweet, smart, protective, and just overall a warm person that once made you feel like you were truly yourself, and not just playing a game.

After all this time, your feelings for him have not vanished as you had hoped. You foolishly thought distance would help you forget, but now that you have been thrust back into your old life, you see things are no different than when you left.

At least in that regard.

Looking at Will and Benny happily sharing with you stories of their adventures with the girls, you sport a sincere smile. You have never seen them so fulfilled, so blissful, and it makes your heart tremble with joy. Yet there is a permanent ache in your heart that you cannot deny, one you doubt anyone would fully understand.

“Hey, you’re here!” Santiago says, pulling you in to hug you tight.

You reciprocate, eyes landing on Frankie’s figure in the background. He seems apologetic, averting your gaze as much as he can, as if he’s guilty of something. Deep down, you do understand his reaction and, oddly enough, you are thankful that he’s not pushing the note in any way.

“I heard Emily made heart shaped cookies, and you know I’m a sucker for cookies,” you joke.

“You have to try them, they are out of this world,” Mia fortifies.

You all chuckle, and you do in fact stretch your arm towards the coffee table in the middle to grab one of the cookies on the plate and take a bite out of it, instantly melting.

“Oh my God,” you nearly shout, immediately taking another bite. “These are heavenly!”

“Thank you!” Emily smiles, her cheeks now flushed. “I don’t make them that often though.”

“I can see why! It’s tough to stay away from them, shit.”

You finish the cookie and grab another one, causing everyone to giggle.

“It’s also why I told her to never, under any circumstances, share the recipe,” Benny adds. “This is cause for fight.”

“It sure is,” Will says.

You don’t realize you’re still in Santiago’s arms; when you do realize that, you inch away in the slightest, right under Frankie’s studious eyes. Curiosity has him by the throat, yet he can’t bring himself to ask you or Santiago any questions. He’s not sure he wants to know.

“Hi,” you finally greet Frankie, voice small and anxious.

“Hi,” he replies.

You’re tired of this; you are so tired of walking around on eggshells, measuring your words and actions and trying to stay away while also wanting to be part of the group again. It’s absolutely exhausting.

“You want something to drink?” Santiago offers, and you nod.

Frankie’s eyes don’t leave the two of you, silently studying you from the corner of his eye. He watches you go into the kitchen, exchange some words as Santiago opens up a beer bottle and hands it to you, and then he sees you lightly touching his arm.

He doesn’t want to know. He doesn’t want to know. It’s none of his business. He has no right asking or even caring anymore.

Then why does his chest ache so? Why does it feel like there’s a beast trapped inside of him that roars and scratches violently at the simplest of sights?

He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care.

“Okay, so,” Will announces, standing up now that you and Santiago return to the living room. “Now that we are all here.”

“Actually, Rose should be here any minute,” Santiago intervene.

“Oh. That’s okay, we can wait then.”

“What’s going on, guys?” you ask.

Will and Benny exchange a glare, as well as Mia and Emily, and you instantly know both couples have news. The options are limited, although you can pretty much figure out what’s going on before it’s even said.

And before you know it, you’re halfway through the beer bottle, wishing you had called a cab instead of driving to the bungalow.

“Well, uh… Mia and I are engaged,” Will says, reaching to grab his now fiancé’s hand.

It’s then that you notice the ring on Mia’s finger, shining as brightly as her eyes when she looks at Will. Laudatory exclaims burst among you all, and you’re quick to finish your beer before hugging Mia and then Will. Your heart swells and trembles with even more happiness, admiring them as Santiago and Frankie congratulate their friend.

“Benny has some news too,” Will chuckles.

All eyes turn to Benny, who instead looks over at Emily. Her cheeks burn auburn still, indicating nervousness and flattery.

“We’re moving in together,” she says.

More congratulations are being shared, the entire group hugging the other happy couple. You don’t think you could be any happier than you are at this very moment.

Or lonelier.

What a fascinating mixture, that of delight for your friends and loneliness for yourself. Contradictory, opposing poles, yet equally true.

You don’t let it show, though. Tonight it’s cause for celebration, and you are too focused on your friends’ fulfilled lives to allow any negative emotion impact it.

Although you can’t help but think that your steps are guided by some sort of negative emotion when you find yourself into the kitchen, grabbing another beer to toast to your friends.

“To Will and Benny, finally committed and off of our hands,” Santiago toasts, and you all laugh. “Girls, best of luck.”

“Here, here!”

You feel your phone buzzing in your pocket, and you swiftly notice a text from Rose: “Be there soon, max one hour. Sorry for the delay!” You don’t know why, but your stomach drops. Rose will be there soon, why do you feel so disarmed and hopeless? It doesn’t make much sense, and you don’t try to dig deeper. Not tonight.

You’re feeling a bit of a mess, so the best you can do is smile and nod along, drinking cheerfully along your very joyful and gratified friends. You look at them all, admiring and holding out hope for all of them, so much so that you forget about yourself momentarily. Just for one moment, you forget about the confusing mixture of feelings and how it fucks you up in this very moment.

So Will is engaged, Benny’s getting his own place with his girlfriend, and Frankie is engaged. That leaves you and Santiago as the lonely bachelors in the group.

Except Santiago’s smitten with Rose, and vice versa, and you have a feeling those two will end up together. Which means, when that’ll inevitably happen, it will be just you. Stuck in the same cycle, no matter how hard you have tried to run away from it or tell yourself you changed.

Definitely should’ve taken a cab. Tonight requires a whole lot more drinking.

Music starts blasting in the speakers, with the two happy couples and Frankie settling for an excited talk regarding the upcoming nuptials and move-in. You settle in the kitchen, taking a seat and sipping from your beer while your eyes remain on the five people on the couch. There is an odd sense of melancholy washing over you, like you are an intruder in all of those people’s lives, and that they’d be much happier without you. Like their lives would also be easier without you.

“Hey,” Santiago’s voice brings you back to earth. “You okay?”

He takes the seat next to you, nudging you with his shoulder. “Yeah,” you reply flatly, voice a little shaky, too. “So many good news tonight already, it’s… a lot.”

“I’m pretty surprised myself. More by Benny, not Will. Will’s got this commitment thing covered. Benny, on the other hand…”

You chuckle, staring at the bottom of the beer that’s dangerously close now. “But look at him now. A grown man, our Benny.”

“They’re all moving on, building their lives.”

“Yep.”

“Guess it’s just you and me now. The last two bachelors of the group.”

You purse your lips together, staring at him in a haze. “Maybe you and I should’ve given this a proper go.”

Santiago smirks, eyeing you up and down.

“Is that so?” he smiles.

“We might’ve actually had a real shot a while back.”

“At the very least we could’ve followed through with that little moment in the car.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“One complete and good memory from back then.”

You nod, reminiscing of the time when you returned to town for a few weeks, a couple of years back, and decided to try something new. You thought it was the right thing to do, but the short-lived romance proved otherwise for you both.

“Or we might’ve screwed things up completely,” you say.

“Or that.”

“I mean, look at me and Frankie. One wrong move and it’s all fucked up.”

You sigh deeply, your head now resting in the crook of Santiago’s neck. He smells of cologne and forest, fresh and… uncomplicated. His arm wraps around you, pulling you in closer.

All under Frankie’s eyes.

He can’t stop staring at the two of you, so close and intimate in the kitchen, and his mind starts to wonder, to fabricate little scenarios that make the room spin around him. It all comes crashing down on him when he starts to acknowledge the fact that you and Santiago make perfect sense.

“You good there, Fish?” Benny asks, hand on his shoulder.

“Hm?”

He’s blatantly staring and he didn’t even realize it till then. Now, his gaze returns upon those in the living room.

“You good?” Benny repeats the question.

“I’m good, yeah,” he replies.

“Cause… you were staring.”

“I was just… curious.”

Mia and Emily look over to the kitchen as well, then back at Frankie. “Oh, those two?” Mia chuckles. “Yeah, we’re curious, too.”

Frankie, instead, frowns.

“They’ve gotten very close in the past few years,” Will admits. “Not sure to what extent, but they sure are close.”

“I for one think that if there is something going on, we should give them some space,” Emily says. “Friends dating… it can be tricky to navigate. Let’s leave them alone in the meantime.”

Frankie gulps, finishing his beer, eager for another one. He stands up, heads to the kitchen, where he locks eyes with you and Santiago. The two of you separate, staring at him, but Frankie doesn’t say a word. He just reaches in the fridge for another beer, opens it and walks away, right outside into the cold.

He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care. He definitely shouldn’t care.

“What’s with him?” you ask.

“I have no idea. Maybe it’s the stress of planning a wedding.”

“Right.”

The doorbell is heard, turning towards Santiago with a smile. “That’s Rose.”

You see him take a deep breath, his mind clearly racing just as much as his heart, and you know he’s overthinking the moment. You have the same look on your face when you do it.

“Go,” you nearly push him off the chair. “Why are you still here?”

“I’m going, okay? I don’t wanna seem too eager.”

“You’re reeking of neediness already. Go.”

When you’re alone in the kitchen, you have the nerve to finish the beer, then raiding for another one. You’re probably going to regret this, but you need something to take the edge off.

You spy into the living room, noticing Santiago and Rose emerged into a conversation filled with shy smiles and flushed cheeks, and you smile. God, I hope this works between them. They’re too good for each other to not make this work.

But life sometimes has a funny and cruel way of pulling two perfect people apart from each other. You’ve experienced it firsthand, and you’d hate seeing this happen to two of the dearest people in your life.

You keep hearing music, and after a while, those in the living room start dancing with each other and you take that as your cue to leave. You feel like an extra there, just looking at the happy couples giggling and talking to each other.

Before you know it, you find yourself outside, slowly inhaling the cold air. You’re a bit tipsy, so this is just what you need to remain grounded in the present. A present where you’re basically left behind, alone, just you and the professional ladder you are desperately trying to climb in order to feel like you are achieving something.

By all means, you are happy. You have a great new job, great life, health… everything is good. So there is no reason for you to be feeling like this, is there?

“It’s freezing, you should get back inside,” a voice shouts.

You come to realize that it’s Frankie. He’s on the porch, few inches away, barely staring at you.

“Could tell you the same thing,” you say.

“I happen to be okay with the cold. I know you hate it.”

You tsk, hating how much he still knows about you. You stare into the far off distance, beer in hand. Luckily the alcohol keeps you a little warm, so you don’t really care about the freezing temperatures right now.

“Needed some air,” you say.

“Aka a break from all the happy inside.”

“I didn’t say—“

“You didn’t have to.”

“Would you just—knock it off?”

It is now that you turn to meet his gaze, fury radiating from your eyes. He can feel it, too; you see it in his body language, the way he’s trying to make himself seem smaller next to you. But he doesn’t avert his eyes. Instead, he seems to be staring right at you, with a certain darkness in his eyes that you fail to recognize.

“Look, I’m tired of this, Frankie,” you surrender. “I am sick and tired of trying my hardest to be distant and keep you at bay… and I’m sorry I’m acting like a bitch. I am not, I’m really not.”

“I know you’re not. You got every right to act this way, though.”

You chuckle. “Well, at least you understand what the situation is.”

“Of course I do. I’m not an idiot, okay? I know this is… fucked up and hurtful and messy… but I miss you.”

The moment he says that, your heart begins to race like crazy.

“As a—friend,” he clarifies, gulping.

“I want us to function normally too, like we used to, but I don’t know if it’s possible, Frankie. I gotta respect you and Andrea’s relationship, and… a single woman is not to be around a committed guy.”

Frankie scoffs, finishing his beer and putting the empty bottle on the porch, half in snow. “Single? Really?”

“Yes, really. Why?”

He falters, trips over his own thoughts, and he keeps quiet. It’s his best play at this very moment.

“I missed you too,” you confess shyly, in an almost non-existent voice.

But he hears it. He hears and sees you crystal clear, burning and aching with his whole body. He should not be feeling this way. He should not be surprised that you’d be interested in Santiago. He should not be upset by it, nor should he be feeling this way around you. It’s not okay. It’s not normal to burn this much for someone.

And yet here he is, secretly doing it anyway, and shoving it deep down with every ounce of strength imaginable.

You sneak a peek through the window, noticing Rose still talking to Santiago, seemingly laughing out loud, and your heart quickly swells and then deflates. When you finish your beer, you find Frankie to stand much closer to you, cutting out the air from your lungs. You barely feel the cold anymore, even if your fingers turn purple and your face is red with something you can’t quite discern.

“I’m really sorry that I let you go,” he mutters. “I was a dick. Pope reminds me once or twice a year.”

You actually chuckle. “Good.”

“He’s a great friend.”

“That he is.”

“And you guys seem to be very close. Kind of like…”

“We used to be?”

He nods. When your eyes meet and neither shies away, it’s electric. It’s a rush, a moment filled with unspoken emotion. You want to look away, you know this should not be happening, and yet you can’t look away. It’s years of deprivation, missing him and missing the two of you, but you just don’t want to look away from him.

You just want to look at him, admire him for the man that he’s turned into. Nothing more.

“I missed you,” he repeats, his voice almost like he’s begging. “So much.”

You don’t reply. You can’t really focus; your mind is foggy, clouded by all sorts of emotions tonight, and you know you should back off, act with respect. Because, at the end of the day, you do respect Frankie and his relationship with Andrea, and you respect Andrea just as much.

Every cell in your body screams at you to just back off, go back inside to your friends and celebrate alongside them. You swear you moved your feet in the desired direction. You start to feel warm again, warm all over, particularly your face.

Seconds later, you realize that is because there is warm breath all over your face, and your lips become swollen, reddened with a foreign, yet familiar and much needed touch.

Another few seconds later and you realize that Frankie’s lips are on yours, and his hand cups your cheek, pulling you in.

The worst of it is, you kiss him back. You kiss him back till you’re running out of air and Frankie’s breath is the sole source of air that you have. You kiss him back till you become fully aware of the implications, and then, before you can pull away, Frankie does it first.

He pulls away from you, his lips just as swollen and red as yours, and he stares at you in shock. Truthfully, you’re just as shocked, unable to utter a single word.

“I’m so sorry,” he coos, looking around in disbelief. “I am… so sorry. I shouldn’t have… I should go.”

You still don’t say anything. You simply stare at him, incapable to remove the feeling of his soft lips pressed hastily on yours.

He’s slowly backing away from you, eyes locked with yours, as he keeps muttering “I should go”. So he goes, leaving you half frozen on the porch, with a taste on your lips that nothing would ever wash away.

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💖💖💖Myvan May Headcanons💖💖💖

Hello, all! I’m celebrating my favorite couple in the Miraculous universe with some cute headcanons for them in canon as well as all our various AU’s! Enjoy some Myvan cuteness as a kickoff, before we officially get into Myvan May! (I just learned that’s a thing and am so happy!) I’m gonna be releasing a lot of Myvan content this upcoming month! The parentheses let you know when I’m switching to a different AU! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

(‘Canon’) Mylene often comes over to help Ivan babysit Sasha, as she finds the girl to be the sweetest, cutest thing in the world. The three of them always have so much fun playing games and going on little outings together. They even did a little group costume for Halloween one year, with Sasha being Boo, Ivan as Sulley, and Mylene as Mike.

Ivan sometimes still worries that other people, especially Mylene are afraid of him. He knows he didn’t have the best control over his temper in the past, and he was the very first akuma. Whenever he starts to sink into these kinds of thoughts, Mylene is quick to remind him of all the reasons she could never be afraid of him now, and how much she loves him.

(Class of Heroes) The first time QuasiIvan met the seven dwarves he was incredibly nervous because he was sure they weren’t going to like him, that they would think he wasn’t good enough for Snow Mylene. To his surprise, they didn’t care about his appearance and accepted him as part of the family pretty much off the bat. Even Grumpy liked him! (Snow Mylene was similarly nervous upon meeting Esmeralda for the first time, but left that day with a bevy of cute and embarrassing stories about when her boyfriend was a child. Esme loved her.)

After their marriage, besides ruling over the kingdom of Mylene’s family, they start a side project based on something they’re both passionate about: helping animals. They set up a clinic to care for wounded creatures in a smaller wing of their palace, where they help critters of all shape and size.

(Class of Villainy) Of all the villainous couples, Ivan Oogie and Mylensula are the absolute WORST when it comes to PDA. At least once a day, they start making out in the middle of the hallway with no regard for the discomfort of the people around them. Most people know better than to say anything.

Whenever the school gets fumigated, Mylensula is usually the one who ends up having to care for Ivan Oogie if he accidentally breathes it in and gets high as a kite. She doesn’t mind this though, because sometimes he just randomly says the cutest things (in her opinion) and he mostly just gets really cuddly with her.

(School for Monstrous Youths) Ivan Bumble has a strong bond with MyLeaf’s ‘babies’, who he often helps her take care of during his free time. He’ll usually bring sticks to play fetch with Brutus and Gigi, and Cookie loves when he brings his drumsticks to play music for her. He’s a pretty good Plant Dad, to be sure.

Most students at DuPont avoid upsetting or harming MyLeaf in any way at all costs, because her Bumble almost seems to have a sense for when this is happening, and will be there faster than you can blink, with the Yeti Death Glare™️ and ready to deal with whatever threat is presenting itself before carrying his flower away.

(Creepsters) Ivan’s temper in his full werebear form can be considerably more volatile than in his normal state, but this is nothing cuddling from his witch of nature can’t fix. Mylene loves how fluffy and soft he is in his huge bear form, and he’s very gentle with her.

(Ghoul Squad) Ivan Kong and Mylentasma first met when they were younger and some bullies had upset him so much that he took on his full Kong form. Her singing calmed him down and the two just kept spending time together from there.

Mylentasma confessed to Ivan Kong that she loved him by way of an entire operatic piece that detailed everything she loved about him. By the time it was done, he was in tears because he was so happy and he loves this girl so much. She still performs the piece for him on their anniversary every year!

(MiracOlympus) As the god of blacksmithing, some of Ivan’s best work have been gifts for his beloved girlfriend. He made Mylene the golden wreath of wheat sheafs with flecks of amber that she wears almost every day, as well as numerous other gifts. In return, she created a new species of flower for him, the gladiolus, which today symbolizes strength and honesty.

Mylene is fiercely protective of her boyfriend and does NOT tolerate any disrespect being shown to him. Once, a mortal king made the grave mistake of leaving Ivan out of the statue line-up in a temple honoring the Olympians, because he didn’t want ‘the ugly one’ to ‘ruin the image’ of the temple. A furious Mylene turned him into a goat for the insult, and he was forced to spend the rest of his days on a run-down old farm.

(WereMiraculous) As the pack medic, Mylene is responsible for treating the wounds of her packmates. One of her most frequent patients is, much to her dismay, her own mate. She understands that Ivan is doing his job as a guard to protect her and the pack, but it still pains her heart to see him hurt.

(DC/Arkham AU) When Venom Bringer first met MalevoLyricist, he was just so slightly jealous of his closeness to Nightmare Weaver, all the affection they showed each other and the multitude of inside jokes. Mylene was quick to notice this however and assured Ivan she saw Jesse as a brother and that he had nothing to fear.

(Marvel AU) Ivan and Mylene have a game they play on slow days where he throws his shield up in the air and she tries to nail the center of it with one of her arrows. She’s never missed, so he tries to throw it in different ways to make it more challenging for her.

(Phantoms of Paris) In Ivan’s opinion, Mylene has one of the most beautiful and haunting singing voices of any of the phantoms. After a particularly stressful akuma battle, his favorite thing to do is lay down with his head in her lap and listen to her sing some of the soft lullabies she uses to calm the children they rescue.

(Batraculous) Ivan and Mylene are one of the only couples that don’t use the lounge space for making out. They like to cuddle in the Bat Quad’s comfy seats, and there’s less of a chance of someone bursting in on them. They also like to drive out to the parks for picnics, where they help community groups with clean-up efforts.

(Land Before Time AU) Ivan once got his tail stuck in a tree he was ramming with Alix and it took hours to get him free. Mylene sat with him and kept him company the entire time until the others were able to find his parents to help free him.

(Actor AU) Ivan actually gets incredibly nervous in front of the camera, so Mylene does breathing exercises with him before takes. She’ll also hold his hand to keep him calm when they’re not in frame. Sometimes when they are too.

(Akuma AU) Stoneheart carries Horrificator pretty much everywhere, no matter how long or short the trip. It’s easy for him since he’s enormous and incredibly strong, and he just finds her too cute not to want to hold her all the time.

Very few people know that Horrificator, the ‘Queen of Fear’, actually has a fear of thunderstorms herself, and she plans to keep it that way. However, whenever a storm rolls through Paris, she prefers to spend the duration of it curled up in her boyfriend’s arms, listening to his heartbeat through the stone of his chest. It keeps her calm.

(Shadyverse) Ivan has a serious jealous streak when it comes to his girlfriend, and everyone knows about it. Most guys avoid even talking to Mylene because they know they’ll get pummeled into the dust if Ivan catches them. (Mylene thinks it’s adorable when he gets jealous and often actively creates situations that would have that outcome.)

Here’s to arguably the most wholesome and healthy ship in the entire show! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

#miraculous ladybug #myvan #mylene haprele #ivan bruel #mlb AU #Myvan may #Headcanons #fluff

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doki-doki-lesbians-club · 6 months

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Headcanon: in the event of MC being transfem, it's naturally a VERY agonizing decision to come out to the club, not knowing how they'd take a boy who's been in their club for the longest time suddenly revealing they're one of them in a very real way, considering how long it took some members (coughNatsukicough) to accept them in the club in the first place.

When they're brave enough to gather everyone and reveal the truth, however, they're very accepting--Sayori reacts by squeeing, jumping up, and hugging MC right away, and the other girls, though they do ask for some time to process the revelation, affirm right away that they'll do anything and everything to help MC feel more comfortable going forward.

Imagine MC's shock, then, when she shows up for the next Literature Club meeting--and finds the girls have put together a literal "coming out" party for her, replete with treats, music, gifts, and a makeshift hairstyling/makeup/nail polish station, with everyone eagerly giving MC answers to her first few tentative questions about girl bodies and the girl experience (everyone gets a turn in this regard) and cooing over how pretty and cute she looks now, much to MC's embarrassment. As you might imagine, there's much gratefulness, tears, joy, and love shared between all the girls that day, which MC makes a point to thank everyone for by the end of that day.

What do you think?

That's incredibly cute (;w;)

I think that this situation, like everything else the club does, would be more lowkey than a coming out party. MC comes out, and of course Sayori is excited and celebrates, but all of them are accepting and affirming right away. I think this might actually start a little cascade of coming out (depending on your headcanons) with the other girls talking about their own identities to give MC a sense of "You're not alone".

After that, MC would be very nervous to ask any of them about things she was thinking about, but would probably eventually ask Sayori about her hair (calling back to the Hairdresser Sayori ask I got), and she helps her style it a little while they're in the club. At some point, Monika would probably open herself to MC if she has any questions, as she's very much a mentor sort of person. Natsuki and Yuri most likely wouldn't be the best to ask/receive advice from, but again depending on your headcanons, Yuri would probably ask a few questions about MC's perception of gender and how she came to identify as trans (and help with Yuri's own questioning gender). Rolling with the Trans Natsuki headcanon (because I love it and am totally not projecting), she may or may not come out when MC does, but I think eventually she would come out to her privately, and the two are transfem besties!

But those are just my thoughts on it! A little influenced by my own experience coming out, but just thoughts. Everything I say should be taken with a grain of salt and an Ibuprofen, so take it as you will!

As always, thank you for the ask~!

#doki doki lesbians club #doki doki literature club #ddlc #ddlc headcanons #trans MC #trans Natsuki

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I am also a supporter of Crow!Mc, regarding the Queen's Raven and Diablo even though they look alike end up behaving in different ways during the movie, we can see that the Raven is afraid of the Queen while Diablo has a sense of loyalty to her master. Lilia is more like a father figure to Malleus and definitely things you can't talk about with parents and even certain subordinates, Corvo!mc could replace that gap, plus Lilia is probably a general which doesn't give him much time to be informal with Malleus.

I think most of the MCs we saw were still on a small footing of equality with the kid, and in my personal opinion the Corw best matched the aesthetic.

That's true, about the differences with the two. The raven didn't even seem to like the Beautiful Queen that much, it was just kinda there. While Maleficient's bird sometimes seemed nervous around her, it was still incredibly loyal and had little moments where it was happy with her.

The thing about Diasomnia is I can already tell that it will be another difficult one when assigning roles. Someone said they saw Lilia as the good fairies, which I can kinda see but at the same time it wouldn't make sense because they were Maleficient's enemies. So that's a no. A general makes sense because Lilia was canonically a general, but there are no general characters. It just makes things harder not only for the MC, but Lilia, Silver, and Sebek's roles too. But I'd rather not think about them right now.

#shiny speaks #damnation twst au

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stalebagels · 5 months

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what’s your ranking of the talk show hosts?

Oh, thank you for asking. I am so sorry for the essay I am about to write.

Highest to Lowest:

Conan O'Brien / Craig Ferguson - I put these two in the top spot because if you asked me to choose only one of them to watch for the rest of my life I wouldn't be able to do it. Both of them are people that I watched with my dad occasionally through my childhood so maybe I'm a little biased on that front. They're probably the only two hosts that I ever cared to watch interview anyone because it never felt boring to me even if I didn't really care about the interviewee or know who it was. They were both unique and just seemed like genuinely good people both inside and outside the studio (and to add to the bias a little; I got to meet Craig at one of his Fancy Rascal tour shows last year and he was so fucking great. I was so nervous going into it because I was worried he wouldn't be the same as he was on TV as is the case for a lot of celebrities, but he went above and beyond for everyone. He signed everyone's posters and merch even though he didn't have to (I got a poster signed) and he actually took the time to have a full conversation with everyone individually and make sure everyone was comfortable. He's a wonderful dude and I wish I could go back and talk to him again.)

Stephen Colbert - When I first started watching late night shows (back when the pandemic first started), the first shows I ever sat down and watched a full episode of on TV were Stephen and Conan. I had absolutely no idea who Stephen was because up until that point I hadn't really cared enough about politics. I grew up in a heavily conservative small town with a heavily conservative family in the south where the word liberal counted as an insult, so you can imagine we didn't really watch a lot of late night shows. Stephen's show helped me make sense of things, helped me work out what my own feelings were, and provided an escape from the hell that was lockdown. He was the one that made me give a shit about what's happening in this country first, and after that first sit down I ended up going back and watching old episodes of The Colbert Report and The Daily Show (he also led me to Jon in that regard, since I had no idea either of those shows existed) and found that I loved his style of comedy. I really do wish I had discovered him sooner.

Jon Stewart - The only reason I didn't stick Jon and Stephen in the number two spot together (as well as John Oliver) was because Stephen was primarily responsible for my interest in politics - basically he was for me what Jon was to everyone before he retired - and was the one who led me to Jon in the first place. It took me a while, but once I finally went back and started watching old clips and episodes of The Daily Show; once again I wished I had discovered him sooner. I wish I had his righteous, angry optimism to look forward to every night, but a lot of the things he's said and done on the show still hold true today. Plus, his fight for the 9/11 first responders bill to get passed was absolutely inspiring and an example we should all follow when it comes to pushing for change and holding our leaders accountable. I didn't realize he started out as a stand-up comedian, but I've since watched as much of it as I could get my hands on because he's just an incredibly smart and funny dude in any situation.

John Oliver - I hate to put John so low on the list but I didn't want to cop out and put him, Jon, and Stephen all in the same tier lol. I'll be honest, I can't really remember the first time I watched John's show. I think it must have been on YouTube at some point during lockdown or even right before, but ever since the first time I watched it I was hooked. I learn so much from him and his show and I always look forward to his next episode. Generally, I don't really watch guest interviews unless I really care about whoever is there, but since John doesn't have guests it was much easier for me to sit down and watch the entire thing without getting bored or distracted. He does an incredible job of informing his viewers about a problem that - chances are - they had no idea existed beforehand and the amount of research/investigation he and his team do inspire me to do the same. It was really weird watching his stand-up and seeing him in regular clothes and not a suit though lol.

Jimmy Kimmel - I think this might... be a controversial take. His was the third show I started watching during the pandemic - I think Stephen took a break at some point and I decided to try watching Kimmel to fill the time - and I found that I actually quite liked him. His monologues felt natural and easy, and he had a lot of his family and friends on his staff which I admired (plus Guillermo). His humor is kind of the same as my dad's though (sort of), so maybe that's why I liked him off the bat. His beef with Matt Damon is hilarious, his pranks are generally harmless and funny, and he seems very down to earth and generous for someone who makes a goddamn lot of money. Plus, I watched a clip of him back during the Tonight Show fiasco where he came on Leno's show and shit talked at him about backstabbing Conan, which earned some respect from me. I don't know a lot about what he did on the Man Show because I don't think I would touch that with a ten foot pole (and from what he says neither would he), but he seems like a good guy. (Although I will say I generally only stay long enough to watch the beginning of his show like the monologue or unnecessary censorship since I don't care about musical guests or interviews).

Seth Meyers - Again I hate to put him down so low, but I have to be honest and say I don't actually know a whole lot about him. I watched him on SNL sometimes with my dad when it was on, but it wasn't very often. I never watched his show during the pandemic as I was mainly focused on juggling Kimmel, Colbert, Fallon (gag) and Conan. Honestly it wasn't until Strike Force Five came around that I really started paying attention to him. I like that he involves his writers and his staff in a lot of his bits, and he seems like a lovely person. Unfortunately, though, he is down here a little lower but I still enjoy watching him even if I haven't watched a lot of his content. (His stand-up special is on my list, though)

Jimmy Fallon - This is a weird one for me. I watched Fallon a couple of times during lockdown and even before then I knew who he was because everyone hated him. It was on a whim that I decided to watch his show one night, and I wasn't really impressed with what I saw. That said, I didn't hate it - and when the Rolling Stone article came out I was very disappointed. And the fact that he just never addressed it publicly and carried on like nothing happened rubbed me the wrong way, and every monologue I did see afterwards just.. wasn't even puff-of-nose-air funny anymore. He became much more annoying to me, even during the podcast. The only time I found him funny were the Strike Force Wives games. Otherwise he just became painfully bland, and it's a shame because his original late night show was actually pretty decent in comparison to The Tonight Show.

As for Corden and M*her; if they were being chased by hundreds of angry geese and asked me to let them in my house for shelter, I'd shut the door in their face and laugh.

So, if you got to the end of this long ass clusterfuck, here are two pics of Craig and I at the tour :) and once again, I apologize.

#I AM SORRY #this got SO LONG #thanks for the ask though i've never gotten one before lol nobody wants my opinions on things #this is probably why #honorable mention: graham norton my king #strike force five #jon stewart #stephen colbert #john oliver #conan o'brien #jimmy kimmel #craig ferguson #seth meyers #jimmy fallon #anon ask #late night

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three--rings · 7 months

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Maybe if I type this real slow it will be time for Show Now...

I'm lowkey terrified.

The episode title is Mermen. I didn't know that. Okay....WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

Yeah that was always going to be how that went.

Okay but like, can we appreciate this show, because what I'm so nervous about is essentially like the state of a man's psyche and how he resolves his trauma. Like, god Ed has to accept himself as a killer, honestly, without letting it tear himself apart, because tbh there is no getting out.

God I forgot we hadn't gotten that scene of Ed coming out of the waves yet. With the gravy basket and him waking up on the beach I forgot about it.

OMG Izzy's full speech...I'm gonna cry.

It's not the letter from ep 1 it's a more romantic one, omg I'm gonna die!1

So it's uh conforming to the opening scene. AH kiss!! Ah.

Okay my reaction just then is why no one can watch these eps with me. No one gets to see me this deranged. Not even my life partner of 25 years.

It was incredible babe!

Um, gratuitous man ass... god everyone run an tell everyone we see ass in this episode and let them freak out.

Had to go back and look up the song Al Stewart "Roads to Moscow"

Did Izzy just get shot? Is he really gonna die? I wish they would have shown it so I could tink it was a fakeout.

Fuck

That was a fucking MARVEL of a scene and it hurt so much and I'm sorry for a lot of people who are going to be very upset. I mean, I'm not happy.

I'm going to have to think about this a lot to get at how i feel about it because I am very torn.

You can't take us straight into a FUCKING WEDDING, WTF. Okay second cider time.

Fuck it's OVER. Already.

PHEW.

Who is doing this version? Of course it's not in the credits.

Okay okay thoughts....it was WAY rushed. I didn't realize they'd won when they'd apparently won?

Wait like, so it was join forces to kill this guy, then we're doing a wedding, then we're innkeepers. Like they didn't do the part where they joined forces to kill taht guy.

The fuck honestly.

Well I stand by what I said a week ago, this season was robbed of two episodes and a good amount of budget and it shows. Pacing was off, rushed, and ending unsatisfying.

so it feels like what they did was just stop mid-episode and give us an ending that would be SOMETHING if they don't get S3.

Which I can appreciate the pressure they are under in that regard.

I'm sad about Izzy. I feel like this show could have done that entire scene and then have him pull through actually. I'm sure many a fanfic will do that.

I definitely feel like this is not how or where they intended to end the story, so I hope they get a S3 and actually tie up things.

I have more to say, but I'm gonna do it in another post, one of my famous brain dump post-episode meta posts. (Now with alcohol!)

My tank top is SOAKED THROUGH with sweat.

#omfd #omfd s2 #omfd s2 spoilers #ofmd 2x08

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4) i LOVEEE how you (and electron road suspect) are the fandoms main proponents of the best joker out ship, poly!jo. in any capacity, i love the complexity of love between multiple people, but i understand how arduous a task this can be, characterizing dynamics perfectly and the like. you succeed every time, and i love love love it.

9) i look forward to every one of your uploads, BUT honestly, i am soooo excited about the new bojan/jan/martin fic youve started. ive always been such a martin girlie, and i find the relationship he has with bojan to be really special. im simple, and i usually prefer fics that are smutty and explicit, but with them i almost prefer more romantic/fluff content if anything. im really surprised people dont write about them more in that regard, tbh. im really excited to see where you take this one!

12) ngl ive reread all your fics at least three times, there's something to like in all of them and i am an addict. the one ive tended towards revisiting the most though is "the edge of us," more specifically chapter two. WHEN I TELL YOU, some of the hottest shit ive read in this fandom. period. kris's revenge and bojan's desperation, dear lord i am truly a sinner the way i replay their mirror sex in my head during class on particularly boring days. i think smut can be really difficult to write, and im very picky about my preferences and the way a lot of authors choose to portray that. you, however, have definitely got it down and i love you for it.

Ahhh thank you so much this made my day! 🥰🥺

4) The best ship you've written for

I also love @electron-road-suspect work! It's funny because I actually didn't really set out to write poly!jo specifically, it just sort of naturally evolved in Distortion. I'm really enjoying it now and it's become a key part of the story in a bigger way than I anticipated. It's also been lovely to get people's feedback because it's a nuanced and complex thing to navigate and I didn't want it to feel like I just forced it, so I was a bit nervous about it! So thank you!! ❤️

9) A fic i'm excited for you updating/posting

I also think Bomartin is such a gorgeous ship, and I absolutely feel you because I also see them in a softer more romantic way, or even as a deep platonic/brotherly thing (I say as I write them fucking haha) the way they act together with such incredibly casual and affectionate intimacy is just 🥰🥺😍 honestly the Bomartin/Bo(Jan) thing is very very loose in the sense that I just kinda started writing cuz I felt like doing something with it, but it doesn't feel very well planned or cohesive and I don't really know where its going. But I think I might have a second chapter ready soon enough!

12) A fic of yours that i've re-read

Omg this is such a compliment that you've reread my stuff so much, wow!! I'm honoured that you have and that it's stuck with you! Haha I put off that scene for so long cuz I wasn't feeling very inspired or enthusiastic about it but I liked writing it in the end, even if I think I rushed it a little. So I'm super glad you like it so much!! And it's always so nice to hear people say my smut is hot hehe 👀

#These have made me really happy #It's so interesting so see people's thoughts and what stood out to them in my work #I find it so interesting!#Ask game

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Regards, Loki - Chapter 33

Master List

Sigyn: I still can’t believe you insisted on paying for my dress. It’s too much!

James laughed, glad he sent her to the best shop. Misha really knew what she was doing.

Loki: I did it because I wanted to.

Sigyn: You have to let me pay you back.

Loki: It’s my treat.

Sigyn: But I have to do something!

Loki: If you really want to do something, you could send me some of those goodies you keep teasing me with.

Louisa laughed at his response.

Sigyn: That is something I can definitely do. Have you found what you’re going to wear to the gala?

James took a deep breath. The tailor he went to didn’t really understand the theme of the gala (as he had never seen the movie), but he took note of the description of the suit that was given and drew a sketch of it while he was there. Once James approved, the tailor got to work, saying it would take him a week to get the base of it down. James would need to come back to ensure the measurements were correct before he could finish it.

Loki: It’s coming along well. I have a fantastic tailor.

Sigyn: That’s great!

Loki: Any hints as to what your dress looks like?

Louisa laughed.

Sigyn: You’ll just have to wait and see.

James laughed at her response. He wasn’t really expecting her to tell him what the dress looked like and was content to wait until the night of the gala. It wasn’t seeing her dress that he was anticipating either. It was finally getting to meet her, the woman he’d fallen for over emails and texts.

Loki: That’s fair.

Sigyn: It’s not something I ever thought I’d get to wear. It’s not like the dress in the movie.

Loki: It doesn’t have to be. As long as you love it, that’s what matters.

Sigyn: It’s beautiful. I’m afraid to even breathe near it.

Loki: I bet you’ll look stunning.

Sigyn: I hope so. How are you holding up in the aftermath of what happened at your company?

James sighed.

Loki: It’s a mess. I have a team helping to get things sorted out. Legal finalized the charges. With insurance and such, it could take months to get it all resolved, but the people on the team who are working on this are fantastic. It’s made my life so much easier.

Sigyn: I’m so glad. I know it’s taken a huge toll on you between that and your ex. I wish there was something I could do to help.

Loki: You already are. You’ve listened, provided advice, and you even sent me treats. I couldn’t ask for better support.

He knew that wasn’t the entire truth. He wanted more. He wanted Sigyn there with him, holding him, consoling him, and just being there with him in person, but he couldn’t tell her that, at least not yet.

Sigyn: I feel like I could have or should be doing more. You’ve got all that going on and you’ve been helping me on top of that with everything that’s happened to me. To say you are a good man is an understatement.

He sighed.

Loki: I try, but I am very far from perfect.

Sigyn: No one’s perfect. Absolutely no one.

Loki: I have a small thing I would like to confess.

Sigyn: What’s that? You’re not about to tell me you're a Nigerian prince or something…..

James laughed at that remark.

Loki: No, darling. I’m incredibly nervous that when we do meet that you’ll reject me.

Sigyn: You, sir, are a very stupid man.

Loki: Why do you say that?

Sigyn: I feel the issue is the opposite. That you’ll see me and go running for the hills.

Loki: Somehow, I doubt that.

Sigyn: I’m also a very bad dancer.

Loki: Somehow, I doubt that as well, but we’ll manage.

Louisa was glad to know he had confidence in her dancing even though they’d yet to meet, but his response inferred that he could dance. And if he could dance, then he should be able to lead her in a dance or two as long as she doesn’t trip and fall on her face.

Sigyn: Please just don’t let me fall on my face, not in front of everyone.

Loki: I will do my best.

Louisa started thinking again about the baker’s job at the cafe, and the nerves from it stacked on top of the anxiety of meeting Loki were becoming too much.

Sigyn: What if I fail?

Seeing the text, he knew this wasn’t about the gala. She was an amazing baker, and he knew she’d quickly become popular.

Loki: But dear, what if you fly?

She knew he was right. Before she could respond, her phone pinged again.

Loki: It’s okay to be nervous. It’s a new adventure. And personally? I think you will excel more than you think you will.

Sigyn: You really think so?

Loki: I really do.

Taking a deep breath, she sent a message to Brad and Chad, asking if she could test out baking for their cafe to see how well it went. Only seconds later did she receive an enthusiastic yes which helped her feel better. Loki’s idea to do a test run rather than a full commitment was genius.

Even though it was late, she decided to bake at least one or two things to help calm her nerves. Checking what she had in her cupboards, several things were pulled out, and the mixing began. Two hours later, she had 1 ready with the other still in the oven. As she was pulling the last pan out, there was a frantic knock at her door. Once she put the pan down safely, she went to see who it was and found an extremely excited Chad.

“I’m so glad you said yes!!”

She chuckled. “Technically I said yes to a test run.”

“That’s still a yes.” His nose went up in the air. “What are you working on?

She led him to the kitchen to find a few goodies, and Chad helped himself. She didn’t even bother to try and stop him. “I made those for your cafe. Well, really, I made them to try to soothe my anxiety, but they’re also for you and Brad to put in the cafe if you want.” He furiously nodded while stuffing his face. “That is, if there’s any left for your customers.”

He looked up at her. “Probably a good idea.” He stopped eating the goodies. “Cora told me you guys figured out the dress?”

She pulled out her phone and showed him a picture. “They’re doing a couple of alterations, but it’ll be ready in time.”

“A fabulous dress for a fabulous lady! I’m excited to see you in it.” He hugged her.

“Oh! Hall pass came in again today. So yummy!” Chad gave a wistful sigh.

“Was he with that lady again?”

He shook his head. “Nope! He looked pretty upset. But even his upset face is hot.” Chad used his hand to pretend to cool himself down. “If things don’t work out between you and the god of mischief, we should set you up with hall pass because if I can’t have him, at least I can oggle him on a regular basis.

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