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nana-au · 21 days

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JJK Men React to Finding Out You Like Them

G.Satoru, G.Suguru, I.Yuji, F.Megumi

(I got carried away with Gojo's.. mb)

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G.Satoru: You could not stand him and his stupid, annoying, ugly (undeniably pretty) face.

Shoko and Geto swore you two bickered like an old married couple. The two of you would scoff, sometimes even pushing each other’s shoulders just to remind the other one who was stronger. It was down right childish the way you both interacted with each other. Pinching and hair pulling. Arguing over who was right and wrong, sometimes even arguing against obvious facts just to piss the other one off. You couldn’t stand his pompous attitude and he couldn’t stand the fact you weren’t in awe of him like he believed you should be. He made every hair on your body stand straight just by his voice or the way his figure loomed over you as he teased you.

“What’s this for?” He mocked, pinching your cheek you dusted with blush.

“None of your business,” you assured him, attempting to punch him in the gut. He would swiftly dodge it, continuing to mock you.

“Surely it isn’t for a boyfriend. I feel bad for any guy dumb enough to be interested in you,” his glasses would slide down his nose as he looked over your figure. You didn’t hesitant to tell him to suck a dick, and it didn’t even cross his mind to not tell you that you wished you could suck his. “I’d never let you though,” he assured you and you would huff out a ‘thank God!’. You would attempt to storm off, but he kept body blocking you, and you were adamant on not making bodily contact with the guy. “Where are you going?” he quizzed and you begged him to drop it - that it was none of his business. You were getting really worked up, more so than usual. His assumption wasn’t necessarily wrong, you were trying to leave for your date with a barista from the coffee shop you frequented in Tokyo. “If you won’t tell me, I’ll have to let Sensei know. Can’t have you up to no good.”

“Then go tell him!” you huffed. You were going to be running late if the asshole in front of you wouldn’t move. “God Gojo, you are so childish,” he only stuck his tongue out at you. You were about to start shaking with anger and against your better judgment you confessed to him. “Fine! It’s a date, make fun of me all you want when I get back,” your chest was heaving and your blood was hot. To your sudden shock, Gojo stepped out of your way wordlessly and watched as you took off out the doors.

The next few days felt like the Twilight Zone. You did your makeup again and Gojo didn’t even bother to flick your cheeks. When you mentioned to Shoko how nice the weather was, he didn’t argue that it was ‘Just alright’. While Suguru, Gojo, and you were taking turns sparring, he didn’t hide the defeat in his face when you kicked dirt onto him after knocking him on his ass. To you, that was really the last straw. You started to feel evil for continuing your usual antics while he just took it. A few more days went by of you both ignoring each other until one afternoon you were eating lunch with Shoko talking about your date. Geto and Gojo took their usual seats across from you as you both discussed what transpired. “Maybe he doesn’t want to sound needy,” she said when you mentioned he hadn’t texted you back still.

“He probably thinks you're ugly,” Gojo said nonchalantly. It was the first sentence he had spoken to you in days and you had to keep your jaw from dropping to the floor. You weren’t even sure if he really spoke or if you imagined it. Perhaps your brain was filling in the words you wanted to hear from him. Not that you wanted him to call you ugly per se, but the silence from him was worse than the insults.

“So he talks.” His eyes rolled cartoonishly at your words. He stuck a spoonful of rice in his mouth before talking,

“Giv-up,” he mumbled, some rice spilling out of his mouth. Your face contorted with disgust. He swallowed, continuing, “You're unlikeable”.

“Yeah ‘cause you’re so likable yourself,” you scoff. He continued eating and the table dropped it, all choosing to change the topic.

Honestly, you were sure that would be your last conversation with Gojo. You went about your days without his obnoxious presence. You went on another date and were getting fairly close with your favorite barista, even inviting him to meet Shoko. You all agreed to meet up at his cafe and you were awed as he described to you the drinks he made you two. You sipped them and listened as he rambled on about the ristretto shots and the milk foam. Shoko grew bored quickly, but she was happy you were happy.

The bell attached to the door chimed, and the blood in your face drained, leaving you sickly pale. Gojo waved to you, pointing out to Geto where the three of you sat and dragged him along. “What is he doing here?” you frantically asked Shoko. She covered her face to hide her amusement, she had to give it to him, he was about to make this deathly boring conversation into an incredibly entertaining one.

“Since when do you drink coffee?” Gojo asked you, pulling up a chair and sitting next to you. “I thought caffeine made you sick?” he pouted at you, pulling away the latte. He wasn’t wrong, you did tend to feel unwell after having caffeine, but since when did he care?

“I can handle myself, Gojo,” you spat. Gojo ignored you, taking two big gulps from the mug and finishing it then and there.

“Wow you made this?” he asked the guy. He nodded, looking incredibly confused. “Tastes like shit.” With a quickness you were out of your chair and pulling Gojo by the collar of his button down. “Be right back,” he snickered to the barista as you dragged him out the door.

“What is your problem?” You begged. He looked shocked, telling you him and Geto were just walking by when he saw you and Shoko. You were bewildered by the way he was acting, completely stumped as to what you should even say. His hand grabbed yours that was still gripping his collar. He pulled it off and pushed it against the wall, his hand caging yours as he leaned against your intertwined fingers. His eyes watched your lips as you kept opening them to speak, but closing them when you kept losing your words.

“Is this not what you wanted?” His words were breathy and hard to hear. “I know you are doing this-” His free hand gesturing to your figure, “to get a reaction from me.”

“You’ve really lost it now, Gojo,” you couldn’t hide the blush though. He smiled at you regardless, and your legs began to feel weak. It hit you like a truck. His smile was cocky and genuine. It wasn’t coated with his usual delusional smirk, but an all-knowing, teeth-showing grin. It was then you grew nauseous with the knowledge Suguru snitched on your drunk confession.

You hardly remembered that night - Geto had shared his bottle of Jack Daniel’s and you were too much of a lightweight to keep yourself from admitting to him that you enjoyed Gojo’s teasing. That you were infatuated with the white-haired sorcerer and you had really started to like him. That his cocky attitude was not a turn off like you tried to convince yourself and that when he stood over you, making you feel small, you weren’t mad at him but mad you enjoyed the feeling of being towered over by him.

“I’m not dating just to make you jealous,” you tried to stand up for yourself. You really weren’t, the guy just asked you and you had nothing better to do. You got free drinks out of it too- really that was all it was.

“How could I be jealous when I know you like me?”

In Suguru’s defense, when you called him a traitor he assured you it was an accident. He just wanted to get Satoru out of his funk. The day he caught you looking all dolled up, just to find out it was for another man, he couldn’t get out of his own head. He also didn’t understand why he couldn’t. He pestered his best friend for days over it and Suguru had to throw in the towel. You liked him because he heard it from you. And Satoru liked you because he knows his best friend more than anyone.

It was all worth it in the end, because things went back to normal. (Except for the small detail that Satoru and you were now a couple).

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G.Suguru: The older boy’s reaction made you swoon.

You were a year below him at Jujutsu Tech and you were in awe of his cursed technique and if you were forced to be honest, in awe of him. You must’ve looked like a lost puppy following him around when you insisted on watching him train, joining him to find a snack at the convenience store, and insisting on learning about all the curses he had under his control. He was so kind about it too - always dismissing Gojo when he would groan about how insistent you were. “How can you put up with her? She doesn’t have her own life,” he would say, poking his tongue out.

“She’s just curious, Satoru,” he would reply. He wouldn’t kid himself though, he found you absolutely adorable and didn’t mind having you under his arm all day. You weren’t much younger than him, but you felt as though he held infinite wisdom. Your eyes would twinkle up at him as he shared stories of his missions and his lips would tingle watching yours twitch with ‘oohs” and “ahhs”. He adored the way you would watch him as he ran around the track, shirtless and dripping with sweat. When you joined him he couldn’t help but keep your pace just so he could keep his attention on you. You didn’t know this when you finally confessed, but he was as infatuated with you as you were with him. He was obsessed with how obsessed you were with him. He was by no means struggling in attracting women, but to have you be so casually faithful to him, it was too hard to not take advantage of.

The day you decided to dress up really pretty for your weekly Tuesday walk to Tokyo for lunch at his favorite place was the day you officially confessed. You wore the skirt the two of you saw one day while window shopping - the one he said reminded him of something you would wear. You even applied lip gloss even though you despise the fact your hair always gets stuck in it. “What’s got you looking all pretty?” he would muse.

“Sugu, I like you,” you admitted, quick like pulling off a bandaid. You hadn’t even made it out of the school’s grounds when you confessed. He held out his arm to stop you and blocked the way with his tall figure.

“I already knew that, little one,” he cooed. “Let’s go, we don’t want to be late,” he grabbed your small hand in his and continued forward. It wasn’t an official response, but you knew him so well that it was official enough for you.

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I.Yuji : You swear the boy must be dumb.

Your friends would definitely describe you as the shy type. You never talked out of turn or made your true feelings known so blatantly - but with Yuji - you were really trying. If Yuji said he was hungry, you would always be there to hand him his favorite candy. When his face was caked with dirt and sweat after a mission, you were there with a cloth to clean him up. If he so much as got a paper cut you would insist on applying a bandaid to his finger. You couldn’t tell if you liked helping him more than he liked being helped. He would always smile at you, warm and sincere. His eyes would hold yours, cheeks flushed a light pink. The way he would look at you, head angled down to get a good look at your face, the innocent scrunch of his eyebrows..

“You’re such an amazing friend,” he would say and you had to blink to keep your eyes from rolling back into your head.

One day as he was happily sipping the ice cold tea you bought him, munching on the little pastry you went out of your way to get after he announced - very loudly - how starved he was, you decided enough was enough.

“I like you,” You told him bluntly. He finished chewing his last bite before telling you he liked you too.

“You’re a really good friend,” he smiled. You could feel your body begin to shake as you repeated what you said.

“I like-like you, Yuji. Not friend-like. Like-Like.” Your hands went to grip the grass beneath you, desperately trying to ground yourself. His eyebrows scrunched, as if he was trying to process your confession. You couldn’t hold his eyes when he didn’t immediately respond. You turned your attention to Maki and Nobara who were training not far in front of you. Your eyes couldn’t focus on their figures as your body shouted at you to get up and bury yourself in bed for the day. His hand found your thigh, and you jumped slightly. When your eyes met him again, you swore you never saw him look so serious. His lips were in a thin line, eyes twinkling.

“Maybe I like-like you too,” he spoke only above a whisper and you melted on the spot.

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F.Megumi: The boy was always in his own little world

That’s what you really liked about him. His ability to be quiet, observant, and at times lost in his own thoughts. All though, trying to get him to notice your crush on him would be harder than pulling all of your toenails off one by one. You would lay in Nobara’s bed as she admired the outfits she bought that day, trying her best to ignore your groans.

“I should just give up now,” you whined. You had finished a long winded rant about Megumi, how he never reacted to your attention in the way you craved him to.

“You should give up. I’m sick of hearing it,” Nobara lovingly teased. “Or you could just tell him,” You would gasp at the idea and bury your head into her pillow.

You always found yourself to be the type of girl to read everyone’s feelings. People were like books to you, except for him. Before joining Jujutsu Tech, flirting was second nature to you. But when you saw his messy black hair and cold blue eyes your brain short circuited. You sure would try to flirt though. Giggling at his jokes he thought no one heard or playing with your hair in conversation. You would buy a new perfume and ask him to smell you, or ask if he liked the way you did your makeup that day. He would flush red and obey your asks. He would tell you that you smell great or that your eyelashes looked really pretty, but he would end it there.

A couple days had passed since your rant to Nobara and the four of you were out in Tokyo. Yuji had insisted you all join him to the movies, and with nothing better to do you all obliged. At the theater you paid for your drink and popcorn and made your way to your movie when you noticed Nobara and Megumi weren’t following behind you. You shrugged it off and sat down with Yuji to watch the previews. The lights had already dimmed and the movie just started by the time Nobara came with Megumi in tow. “Sit,” she commanded him, referring to the spot next to you. You watched as Megumi - stiff as a board- took the seat beside you, and continued to shuffle around in his seat trying to get comfortable.

“What happened?” you whispered to him, scared of what Nobara had done to make him act so odd. He didn’t respond and kept his eyes glued to the screen. It went on like that for a while, him still squirming awkwardly in his seat and when a jump scare came on screen and he didn’t react you turned to him again. “You act like you saw a ghost,” you joked to him. He replied dead serious.

“Just saw Nobara, that’s all.”

“What did she do?” You weren’t really sure you even wanted to know. After what seemed like hours of silence he asked if you really did like him.

“Is it true what Nobara said?” Your mouth fell open and he was now completely facing you. You were all there for a screening of a horror movie and right now the main character was in a dark basement making it hard to see any light on Megumi’s face. From what you could see though, he looked flustered but maintained his eye contact with you. Thanks to Nobara it was now or never, and you meekly shook your head at him. He scratched the back of his neck and you could see his Adam's apple bob in his throat. Your face was hot watching him process your confession, not sure if you wanted to punch Nobara or thank her for finally putting you out of your misery. Even if it did mean Megumi no longer wanted to be near you. “I’ve just never had someone tell me that,” he finally spoke. ‘I don’t hate you, just give me time to process that,” he asked. You nodded and turned back to the screen, trying to focus on the protagonist dodging death. You had grown as stiff as him and noticing, he put his hand on your thigh, squeezing it lightly as reassurance. You both were red in the face, eyes glued to the front of the theater but not actually watching what was on it, lost in your thoughts. The process wasn’t smooth for you two, but your confession made Megumi realize his own feelings. Why he felt nervous when you were in the room and why he doubted his words before speaking to you. You both worked on it together, and your confidence with each other grew. It wasn’t long before you two went to Tokyo alone or sat in each other’s room late at night just talking. Megumi was your boyfriend by the end of the year, and you felt as giddy around him as the day you first met him.

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mrsbarnesxxx · 2 months

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Eddie Diaz x reader

Angst but fluff at the end

Where maybe the reader is married to Eddie and she asks him about if he ever wants a kid with her and he takes it the wrong way and says something like I only need Christopher and he’s enough, and the reader gets upset and walks off and maybe drives to Maddie’s and chimneys and while she’s gone he goes to their room and finds a box on the bed and he opens it to see the readers ultrasound and he immediately feels bad and goes to talk to her and happy ending.

Thank you so much for the request! I altered it only slightly (just where Eddie finds the ultrasound) but I loved this concept. I love angst with a happy ending!

It was a pretty normal day all in all. Carla was taking care of Christopher, Eddie was at the station, your boss kept sending hundreds of emails, oh and you had found out you were pregnant. Just an average day. You hadn't planned this by any means. You and Eddie had never talked about having a baby. You had been married for a year and a half, but the subject had never come up and you had never pushed it. Look how well that had gone. After staring at the stick in your hand for what felt like an eternity, you finally pushed yourself up from the floor and left the bathroom.

"Hey, Carla, are you okay if I run out? I have to go do something. It should only be about an hour." You say grabbing your keys.

"Of course, honey. Go right ahead." She says.

"Thanks, Carla. Bye bud," you say kissing Christopher on the top of his head before heading out of your and Eddie's shared house.

You didn't even know what you were doing until you were sitting in the waiting room of the local doctor's office reading a magazine.

It wasn't until one of the nurses had called your name 3 times that you seemed to realize they were calling you.

"Sorry." You apologize sheepishly standing and following her back to a room.

Sure enough, the doctor confirmed you were about 6 weeks pregnant and sent you home with a picture of the tiny baby. You knew you couldn't hide this from Eddie for long since you were likely to start experiencing more symptoms, but a part of you was worried about how he would react. Everything had finally settled down with Christopher and work. Everything was stable per se. And now you were throwing a wrench into the serenity the two of you had worked so hard to create. Finally, you decided you would broach the subject once Christopher had gone to bed. You would just ask him if he ever thought about having more kids. Yeah. That would work.

So, that night after Christopher was in bed and you and Eddie were alone in your room getting ready for bed, you took a deep breath before deciding now was a good time to approach the subject.

"Hey, Eddie?" You asked putting lotion onto your arms. "Have you ever thought about maybe having another kid?"

"What?" He asks brows furrowed as he pulls the covers down and joins you in the bed.

"Have you ever wanted another kid? I mean I love Christopher, but I was just curious." You explain, heart racing.

"Not really. I mean, I'm happy with Chris. He's a handful as it is and with him getting older, I don't know. I'm happy that the diaper changes and waking up to screaming is over." He says.

Anger surges through you at his admission. How could he say that? How could he openly admit to your face that he didn't want the baby growing inside of you...not that he knew about that, but that wasn't important.

"Were you even around for that?" You ask not thinking about what you're saying, just infuriated at him. "I mean didn't you enlist right after Shannon had Chris so didn't you pretty much luck out and miss all of those years?"

"What the hell are you saying?" He asks, confused at why you're attacking him all of a sudden.

"I just mean don't you not even know what it's like to be there for those years, so isn't that not a fair standard to measure it by?" You argue.

"What's going on with you?" He asks, turning to you, trying to contain his anger.

You scoff, "Nothing."

"Something's going on 'cause you're acting like a real bitch to me right now for no reason." He says. Instantly his face drops, realizing what he just said to you. "I-"

"Fuck you, Eddie." You say standing up and grabbing your coat. You don't listen to him as he follows after you, grabbing your keys and walking out of the house. You just get in your car and drive.

Eddie watches as you leave, slamming the door behind you. He really messed up this time. "Fuck!" He exclaims hitting the table. Your purse tips over as his fist makes contact with the table. a paper falling out. The paper catches his attention, the white clashing against the dark oak of the table. He reaches to put it back in your purse when the other side of the paper intrigues him. He turns it over to see a blob in the middle of the page. His face drops instantly, he runs his hand through his hair staring at the blob that is the reason for your outburst a few minutes earlier. He sighs texting Buck asking him to come stay with Christopher. 15 minutes later, a confused Buck shows up at Eddie's door.

"Uh...Everything alright? It's kinda late for a sleepover." He says.

"I messed up." He sighs stepping aside. After a quick explanation to Buck after letting him inside, Eddie is on his way out the door, texting everyone if you're with them. A few minutes into his search, Chimney texts back saying that you're there with Maddie and that he really messed up this time.

20 minutes later he's standing outside of Maddie's apartment, ultrasound in hand as he knocks with his free hand. Maddie answers, hands on her hips, brow raised at him, and sass written all over her face.

"I know, I know. Can I just talk to her?" He sighs. Maddie steps aside and lets him find you on the couch.

"Amor?" He asks cautiously, approaching you carefully.

"What do you want, Eddie?" You ask not looking at him.

"Can we talk?" He asks coming to sit next to you. The picture in his hand is what catches your eye. You look up at him with wide eyes, mouth slightly open. "When you asked me if I wanted more kids, you should have told me you were pregnant."

"I was trying to figure out how you would react." You explain.

"Just because it wasn't in my plan to have more kids doesn't mean I won't love this baby." He sighs.

"Well, when I broached the subject you didn't seem thrilled." You say sadly.

"Well, you started attacking me when I said I didn't want more kids." He says softly.

"I'm sorry." You say.

"Me too." He says taking my hand in his. "Come on, let's go home."

"Okay." You say taking his hand and standing with him. After saying goodbye to Maddie and Chim, you and Eddie make your way to his truck and start back home.

"So, how far along are you?" Eddie asks as we pull out of their driveway.

"6 weeks." You say quietly. He starts laughing and you look at him with amusement.

"Does that mean-" He cuts himself off with a laugh. "That we made a baby-"

"At Bobby and Athena's party, yep." You chime in laughing along with him.

He smiles taking your hand in his and kissing the top of it. Looking into his eyes, you knew that soon, everything would be back to normal and you'd have a new addition to your family.

#eddie diaz x reader #mbxxrequests #mrsbarnesxxx #mrsbarnesxx #eddie diaz fluff #911 on fox

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spectrs · 9 months

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Okay so Miguel comes back to the spider-society after a mission and he’s like aggravated because you know how no one listens to him or annoys him so he’s basically like that and you come in and you basically tease him about the mission and he gets more annoyed and he’s says “please leave me alone” or some shit like that then you leave the room for a second and he sits on the bed with his face in his hands and then you come in with a stripper outfit and he looks up and sees you and he shakes his head and tries to leave the room but you stop him and your pushing him backwards towards the bed and he’s like “I don’t have time for this” and you just ignore what he says and when falls on the bed and you climb over him, he mumbles something in Spanish and then he just rolls his eyes and you guys…yeah

ANON THIS IS PERFECT OH MY GOD. this scenario is fucking living in my head now and it won't leave, so naturally i had to write for it. thank you sm for this request <33

(NOTE: I CANNOT SPEAK FLUENT SPANISH YET, EVERYTHING THAT'S IN SPANISH WAS TRANSLATED USING GOOGLE TRANSLATE)

WARNINGS - rough play, slight choking, dirty talk, degradation, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v (this is just fucking filthy so minors DNI)

WORD COUNT - 2.2k

You knew immediately he was pissed off. Just watching the way he walked through the door of your apartment and slammed it made it obvious. His expression was molded into a scowl, and he didn't bother acknowledging you before he walked to the liquor cabinet and pulled out the first bottle he saw.

He took a swig from the bottle and sat down at the kitchen counter, letting one hand rub at his temple while the other held the bottle with a vice-like grip. You stood up from your position on the couch and walked over, observing his demeanor closer. You had a feeling about what he was so mad about, but you still wanted to make sure.

"Miguel?"

He looked up at the sound of your voice, his scowl softening the slightest bit.

"What?"

"What happened today?"

A scoff left his mouth, as if he thought the answer to your question was obvious. You were a bit offended at the action, but ignored it until he gave you a better one.

"What do you think? No one listens to me, and they just had to fuck up the mission I assigned them to."

A slight smirk crept up onto your face; you were right. This was such a common occurrence, for him to come home all pissed off because of what would constantly happen at the Spider Society. If you were being honest, it started to turn you on, and you desperately waited for him to take his anger out on you. Of course, he didn't know because if he did, his cum would constantly be dripping from you.

"Awh, are you hurt because there's finally something you can't control? How sad."

His eyes widened with shock, but they quickly went back to normal as he glared at you.

"You too? Great."

All you did was let the smirk take over your expression completely before grabbing the bottle from his hand and taking a long drink.

He quickly grabbed it back and pushed away from the counter, stalking past you and into your shared room.

"I don't have the time for this."

With a final mutter in Spanish, he slammed the door behind him. You stood in your spot, still leaning against the counter with the strong essence of the liquor burning your mouth. You quickly pushed yourself off the surface and dashed to the bathroom, discarding your sweats and t-shirt. All that was left on your body was a gift Miguel had insisted on buying for you. You didn't get the chance to use it yet, much to your dismay, but if anything you knew this was the perfect time.

Miguel let out a sigh as he held his head in his hands. God, he at least hoped you would understand and help him out, but of course it couldn't have been that easy for him. He grabbed the bottle again, tilting his head back to drink the bitter liquid once again.

"I know how much alcohol you can tolerate, but I still wouldn't recommend drinking the whole bottle."

He almost scoffed at the sound of your voice and looked up to expect you standing there with another quip about how annoyed he was. Instead, his breath caught in his throat to see you standing only a few feet away, that damned lingerie set framing your perfect body.

"What are you doing, querida?" His voice was low as his gaze roamed over your body, the damp patch on your lacy underwear so fucking obvious once he saw it.

"Well, you bought this for me to wear, right? Why should I let it go to waste?"

Another mutter under his breath. It was too quiet for you to understand it clearly, but you knew it was something in Spanish. You slowly walked closer, stopping right in front of him. Your hands found his face, fingers skimming across his rough skin. The gesture brought his eyes to yours, and you were surprised to find them so dark.

Your face dropped a bit as he pushed you away, standing up and moving towards the door. "I told you, I don't have the patience for this right now."

Ignoring his request, your hands pushed against his body, watching him fall back onto the bed. He gave you an incredulous look, but it didn't mask the glint of hunger in his eyes. You slowly moved forward, letting him crawl back to sit up against the wall as you climbed on top of him.

You let out a gasp as he suddenly gripped your wrist, quickly grabbing the other to pin them behind your back. One hand gripped onto your wrists tightly as the other tugged your body onto his lap.

"Your goal is to get me riled up, isn't it? You like it when I'm pissed off, don't you?"

His mouth was right next to the side of your head now, his breath fanning against the shell of your ear. His large hand let go of your wrists and joined the other on your hips, holding you down on his lap.

"I'm surprised it took you so goddamn long to realize." Your voice lowered to a whisper as his face got closer to yours, your lips inches apart. "Now are you gonna do something about it?"

He groaned as you gently dragged your hips across his lap, and a low luagh left his lips.

"Dios mío, cariño, vas a ser mi muerte."

That was the last sentence before his lips crashed against yours. The sheer force of it made you whine, and he nipped your bottom lip before letting his mouth graze your jaw and neck. Your hands found solace in his dark curls, tugging a bit as he teased your skin with littered kisses and bites. His teeth found your collarbone, and you felt the fangs scrape against you before they pierced your skin.

A wanton moan escaped your mouth as you harshly tugged his hair, and his lips gently kissed the bleeding mark. When you felt a small drop of blood rush down your burning skin, his tongue just licked it away.

His hands left your hips, instead sneaking around your back to unclip the bra and throw it behind you. The moment he had access to your breasts, he wrapped his mouth around one of them and let his large hand take the other. Your head dropped onto his shoulder as you let out a groan, feeling his tongue swirl around your nipple.

He let out a dark chuckle, his mouth finding yours again in a bruising kiss. One of his hands found your hip again, while the other traveled lower to graze against the damp patch on the lacy panties. You subconsciously bucked into his hand, craving to feel more of him.

His hand pushed past the fabric to brush against your swollen clit, and he chuckled as you mewled in response. You went to grab his hand and urge him to move more, but he stopped you and grabbed your chin instead.

"Did you really think I'd help you? You know what happens when you tease, querida. Get on your knees."

You gave him a pleading look, the heat between your legs growing to be unbearable. All he did was give you a cruel smile and wait patiently for you to move off the bed. You did, sliding off the edge and sinking to your knees in front of him. He sat himself at the edge of the bed before teasingly pulling out his leaking cock. You started salivating the moment you saw the precum leaking from the tip, and you reached out to carefully stroke him. His head leaned back ever so slightly as he eyed you, silently urging you to continue.

Your hand couldn't fit all the way around him (a fact that still managed to surprise you), but you still spit into your palm and wrapped it around his cock, watching how his chest started to rise more erratically. You smiled, pressing a gentle kiss at the tip before taking him in your mouth.

Your lips moved up and down, your tongue sliding against the skin. His hands were gripping the sheets and quiet groans were slipping past his lips. His eyes, however, stayed glued to you, watching your every move like a hawk. You slowed down a bit, letting your cheeks hollow to take more of him, but a hand suddenly gripped your hair. You felt Miguel move his cock out of your mouth, letting the tip dangle in front of you before slamming himself back into you.

You gagged around him, his hips setting a relentless pace as he brutally fucked your mouth. Your hands gripped his thighs so hard you could feel him shaking from the pressure surely building up inside him.

"You don't get to tease anymore. Good girls get to do what they want, but not you. You fucking take it like the brat you are."

Every couple of words was punctuated by a groan from him, but you could barely hear him over the sound of your own moans. This is what you wanted. You wanted him to use you, punish you for acting like a spoiled little brat. At this point your panties must've been soaking wet from how much this was turning you on.

His grip on your hair tightened the slightest, only giving you a second's warning before he came with a moan, a hot spurt of cum shooting into your mouth. His breathing was ragged and his face was flushed, but his eyes still remained focused on you as he pulled himself out of your mouth. You quickly swallowed his cum, keeping your gaze locked into his.

He grabbed your arm, tugging you onto your feet and pushing you onto the bed. Your back hit the mattress and you looked up as his body loomed over yours, large hands pushing your legs apart to see the mess he created. He chuckled a bit, letting his hand shove the flimsy fabric aside and run a finger through your folds.

"All this because I fucked your mouth like the little brat you are? I can't say I'm surprised, querida."

You just stared at him, wanting more, so much more, from him. His hand left your cunt and both gripped your hips, turning you onto your stomach. On instinct, you got on your hands and knees, eliciting another low laugh from him as you purposely stuck your ass out at him.

"Needy, are we?"

You nodded immediately, wiggling a bit to get more comfortable. Instead, that earned you a harsh smack to each ass cheek, a jolt of pain spreading through your body.

One hand held your hip tightly, pulling your ass flush against his waist. The other reached in between your bodies to grab his already hard cock, gently teasing your folds. You careened into him, a small moan slipping past your lips.

"I'm going to fuck you, and you're not going to complain. You're going to take what I give you like the good girl I know you are. If you do, then I'll let you come. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir," you said breathlessly.

A moment of stillness, then he slammed into you with no warning. You moaned loudly as he quickly bottomed out, then pulled out and slammed back in just as fast. His pace was fucking brutal, and his vice-like grip on your skin was sure to leave bruises, but you didn't care. All you did was let yourself drown in the pleasure, your veins set alight. The sounds of your breathy moans and skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, and your cunt clenched around him each time his tip grazed that unreachable spot inside you.

His pace grew faster and even more brutal, causing the knot in your stomach to grow more and more. You moved your head to look at Miguel, his hips still moving to meet yours.

"Sir, I'm gonna cum, please let me cum sir-"

He scoffed, your pathetic begging like music to his ears. His free hand glided up and down your back, the most comforting gesture he's given you the whole evening.

"Since you've been so good for me..."

With that, his body leaned over yours as the hand caressing your back started to toy with your clit. Your moans grew louder and more pathetic as you came closer to the edge, your cunt clenching around his cock as he slowed down slightly. One final thrust sent you over the edge and you came with a scream, your cum soaking the base of his cock and the inside of your thighs.

He groaned as he bottomed out, stilling for a second before letting his cum paint your insides white. You collapsed on the bed, him joining you shortly after. The only sound was your panting, your skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat. You turned to face him, watching as he stared at the ceiling. Carefully, you curled up besides him, and he instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist.

"I wasn't too rough on you, was I, querida?"

"Not at all, Miguel."

He hummed in response, lightly kissing your forehead.

"Good."

TAGS - @low-keylover

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderman 2099

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fatuismooches · 9 months

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ITS 💌 ANON!! as per usual i come to you with a headcanon at ungodly hours of the night in my time. i’ve been playing too much honkai star rail…BUT!! fluff and angst combo again 🏃 ure the best :(( pls don’t follow my example and get proper rest !! thanks for always being cool hehe

Dottore making a medicine that actually does work!! you can move around like normal, no longer as tired, and ofcourse- Dottore is thrilled. He’s done it, he kisses them and he takes reader everywhere, every single place he wanted to- he checked everything, they were fine…until suddenly, they fainted and he basically finds out that the medicine could only make everything good for a short amount of time before putting reader in the most excruciating pain possible after, so sadly, zandik curses himself and gets back to work :(( he dosent care about the sacrifices, he dosent care what he has to give and what gets taken away as long as you don’t. He’s a committed man and he’s committed for until after life. Literally will reincarnate with you if he can because he will *not* let go.

TO THE FLUFF THOUGH! zandik taking atleast 1 hour everyday to do something that you like because he realizes that you miss him (and he misses you too). At first he was wary because he wanted to ensure that he could get you cured as soon as possible, but he couldn’t handle it if you were all sad and gloomy either. He didn’t want you to think of yourself as a burden and god forbid, you try to leave again (referring to that one ask where reader leaves bc they feel like a burden,, in feel like he’s be so damn scared…even if he won’t admit it). So reading you a book? sure, just be prepared for many side comments if it’s some cheesy romance novel or him reading a textbook. Drawing? hell, he’ll draw an anatomical heart with you holding it! Cuddling? he’ll wrap you up in his fluffy coat and hug you as much as you want.

- 💌 anon

AWW ILYY 💌 ANON!! Hehe I am trying my best to go to sleep earlier... it's a work in progress. Also i feel you on the HSR brainrot but I'm TBL 57, have no good artifacts since I haven't farmed, and stuck on the deer boss fight 💀 i gotta get on the grind soon 😫🫠 But you better get proper rest too!!! Or else- 💖💖

NOOO THE FLUFF GETS IMMEDIATELY WIPED AWAY TO ANGST- I can't imagine the sheer happiness you two would feel. Reader, of course, would be absolutely elated and very plainly show how delighted they are. You're running, hopping, Dottore even twirls you around and you do a pretty little spin as you fall back into his arms. You're so happy, you haven't smiled or laughed this much in ages. Dottore, as usual, doesn't show nearly as much emotion as you, but don't let that fool you. Internally, he's feeling something he has never felt before, so foreign that normally he'd be trying to get rid of it but this time he knows exactly why he's having this feeling. Thrilled, excited, proud, enthusiastic, words that could not even begin to fully describe this feeling. Centuries of work finally paid off, never to have to be repeated again. To see you so purely happy, makes him look forward to things going back to how they once were. Oh, how much fun you'd have joining him as his assistant again. The whole atmosphere and feelings of the clones in the lab are in sync for once.

Except... it all comes crashing down. Literally. When you collapse in his arms with ragged breaths, skin searing to the touch, actual tears begin to form from how badly it hurts. Immediately the mood from early deflates as he rushes to get you back to normal and ease your suffering </3 To have something he desires right in his hands, just to be snatched away from him with no warning is something he's never experienced before. He is a scholar, possibly one of the most intelligent beings in Teyvat. Such a thing shouldn't have happened to him. But it did, and he has to start over. He probably killed some people to blow off steam. No remorse. Just anger.

Sigh sigh I LOVE THIS SM. Normally, he'd scoff if it was any other activity. Especially when it's boring meetings. A whole hour? For nonsense? He finds it meaningless. His 24 hours are spent doing important things. Important things being research, experiments, notes... and you, of course. You're right, when Dottore has a goal or something he wants to reach, he just throws himself into it. No breaks, nothing, he just wants to make progress, progress, progress. Especially when it's you on the line. He'll refuse any and all contact. But he's come to realize your state deteriorates even more if your needs are not met by him. Not to mention the clones are sending messages to each other internally about how sad you are, which he decides he overhears way too frequently </3 So he knows he has to put a stop into it. (And yes, that ask was sad as hell, I still think about it 😭🥺)

Love how we agree he's a pro at drawing anatomical stuff hehe. You cut out the hearts he draws and put them on your walls or something ;( And also AHHHH THE FLUFFY COAT CUDDLING... No words can describe how much I love that scenario. It's so cute to think about both of you wearing it at the same time... you're on his lap, he's wearing the coat but it's swallowing your whole body up anyway since it's wrapped around, the fluff tickling your face!! <3 The book is in your hand, you both take turns reading it but Dottore interrupts whenever something dumb is said or done. Oh.. but you end up falling asleep since his voice is so relaxing and his chest is so comfy..

Ughhh eternal lovers with Dottore is hitting me right now ;( Especially when you talked about his commitment... hell yes this crazy doctor will not bat an eye at anyone else besides you it doesn't matter how long it's been. For you he has no limits. He always be intrigued and into this person who managed to worm their way into his cruel cold heart...

#smooches talks #💌 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #💌 ANON UR MAKING ME BRAINROT ABT HIM SO BAD AHHHHH <333 #OK im taking deep breathes- anyway im hoping to get blade or kafka in hsr 💖 but im hella poor soooo

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uranianshivers · 1 year

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hiii i would like a fic about something that happened to me and is still happening xd, look, I find it very difficult to pronounce vil's last name correctly so I gave up and decided to nickname him "Don Freezer" well my request is about that, like vil reactionary when mc fem can't pronounce his last name (vil doesn't realize it at first but then he discovers it..ah) so mc decides to give him a nickname that's easier to pronounce and it goes according to the vibes he transmits hehe "don Freezer" also not fair that only vil can give us nicknames uvu thanks you \^^/

Hello! Sorry for the waiting, also I find the nickname a little funny kjjghth/pos.

Don Freezer

Warnings: none.

Notes: sorry for any ortographic error.

You were with Epel, hidding of Vil's anger because Epel had the fantastic idea of eat a apple while he was in Vil's bedroom and apple juice falled in some of Vil's makeup leaving it ruined "Don Freezer is crazy" Epel tried to don't laugh of the nickname you gave Vil because he knew Rook was probably searching for them but he failed miserably "Don pffft-zer" Epel laughed "Oh! If is not Monsieur Cherry Apple and Trickster! Come on, Roi du poison is waiting for you two" the two of you watched the other with horror as Rook scolded you and Epel to Pomefiore dorm were an angry Vil waited.

"Rook, pls, mercy" Epel begged before entering the dorm while you already accepted your fate, Rook pushed you two inside and inmediatly your eyes catched the upseted ones of Vil "You two knew why I am angry, it's a huge disrespect that you Epel were eating without caring about my makeup which is ruined now" "Sorry houswarden Vil" "say my full name" "Sorry houswarden Vil Schoenheit" Epel said again but now with his last name, you looked afraided at the floor "Now, potato, you didn't even tried to warn Epel about his actions, ignoring the fact that my makeup could end ruined" "Sorry Vil..." you said worried that he asked the thing "My full name" you wanted the ground to eat you "Sorry Vil esc-, scho, Vil Choen, Scoden" you tried but you simply couldn't pronuce his last name correctly, Epel watched you with the most 'do you wanna die?' stare of all times "Sorry Vil Sco..." Vil started to piss off even more "You know what? Just leave it there, go" Vil said with deep sigh and as he telled you get out of his stare.

A few minutes passed after that and Vil entered your room "MC, Rook telled me something he heared while you were talking with Epel hidding from me" you looked at him with curiosity "Who is Don Freezer?" Vil said with a even more angry face that before, you were fucked.

#vil schoenheit #twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit x reader #twst #twst x reader #x yuu #twst mc #vil schoenheit & reader #x reader #pomefiore #epel felmier #rook hunt

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lokigayforhela · 10 months

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Ricochet

TW: Character Death

WC: 3902

Rating: PG

A/N: Hi, there! Long time no see. Any Swifties out there? Like just about half of the rest of the world, I've become enthralled with the Eras Tour and a couple of songs have been weighing heavily on my mind, and I thought I'd put one of them to good use and make this very sad fanfic to cope. My sincerest apologies for the feelings you're absolutely about to have. Enjoy~

Can you still feel me here?

Hela blinked dully out of the grandiose windows of the solarium, the light of Asgard’s nearest sun filtering through the window with a warmth that didn’t reach her skin. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt… anything. Couldn’t remember the last time something had made her heart feel like it should keep beating. Couldn’t remember the feel of your touch burning her with a passion that had felt thrilling and intoxicating. A fire that she would have been happy to let turn her into ashes.

Until it had.

She didn’t like thinking about what she had done. Didn’t like holding the responsibility of what had happened to you on her shoulders with a heaviness that dragged her down, making the overarching outcome unworthy of the cost.

If only she had realized what was happening, what was being done to her. Perhaps she could have stopped herself from letting you go the one place she couldn’t follow, no matter how much she longed to.

The sound of a door opening brought Hela back to her senses, though her distant gaze remained unmoved, looking through the window and out into the courtyard, as if she could find all the answers she wished for and comfort she craved so desperately hidden amongst the grass and flowers down below. She didn’t look up even as she felt a presence settle near her side.

“It’s time.”

The rough voice was enough to jolt her a little more firmly into the present, though she still refused to look him in the eye.

Not after what he’d made her do.

The short silence that followed was halted by a heavy sigh.

“You are the one that wanted to lay her to rest.”

Something snapped inside of her, at that, and with a gaze so fierce she could have turned everything to stone, she finally looked at her father, fighting to keep her focus on him and not the pale figure that stood off to the side behind him. As she spoke, her lips curled into a snarl that she struggled not to vocalize.

“And you’re the reason that she’s dead.”

The Allfather said nothing to that, instead turning his own gaze to the window. As though silence was what would fill in the cracks of their shattered relationship and make it whole again. As though his refusal to acknowledge his part in the crime would bring you back and make everything as it once was again.

Unwilling to let him get away so easily, Hela exhaled heavily, her fury palpable in the space between them.

“You had no right using the Stone on me. No. Right.”

“It had to be done.”

Hela felt her fingers twitch against the seam of her black trousers. She hadn’t been able to wear her suit again yet. Couldn’t bring herself to, when your blood stained the memory of it.

“You made it so.” She swallowed thickly. “You knew there was no other way for you to get what you wanted.” For just a second, her gaze faltered to that pale figure again, long enough to see the distraught melancholy etched across lips firmly pressed together, and then she had to look away again.

Do you regret what you did?

“It is not just I who benefits from the collection of the Infinity Stones, daughter. The entirety of them in our armory would ensure that Asgard remains the very seat of power in not just the Nine Realms, but the entire cosmos.”

“It means nothing.” This time Hela did snarl, hands curling into fists where they hung at her sides. She couldn’t afford to let her anger get the better of her. Even if there were no longer consequences that she cared about.

The Allfather heaved another sigh that seemed to echo in the emptiness of the solarium. “…you’ll understand, in time.”

Hela bit out a scoff, lips pressing together tightly as she tried to control the urge to continue arguing, and almost immediately lost. “Did you watch it happen? Did you see the fear in her eyes, as I dragged her to the edge of the cliff? Hear the terror in her voice as she tried to figure out what I was doing? Why I was the one doing it?” She swallowed thickly, blinking to stifle the burn of tears in her eyes. “She didn’t go willingly. She was terrified. She fought and she kicked and she tried to get away. And I didn’t let her. You didn’t let her.”

“That she fought means she will be immortalized in Valhalla.”

“At what cost?!” This time, Hela could not keep the emotion out of her voice, and one single tear trailed down her face. “I’ll never be able to see her again. She will never be allowed into my realm, and I will never be allowed into hers. Something else that you made so. What a birthright. To rule a realm only the unglorified in death will see.”

“Hela.” The Allfather’s voice was much softer than it had been previously, and for just a moment, Hela thought that he might actually regret what he had done. That he might actually hold remorse for taking control of her mind with the Stone and giving her no choice but to do his bidding by whatever means necessary.

And then out of the corner of her eye, she saw the figure move just an inch closer, blurry features becoming just a little more recognizable. Familiar.

“…leave me to bury her alone. I don’t require your help nor do I want it. It was by my hand that she was killed, and it will be by my hand that she is laid to rest. In the gardens. And you will not demand I place her elsewhere. You will not complain about the state of the soil and grass until the ground heals over again. It will serve as a reminder for you just as much as it will for me. And I wish that you could feel the same pain and regret that I will, every day for the rest of my life.” She paused, taking a shaky breath as she turned her head to face the window again. “But you won’t. And you never will.”

Nothing was said after that, and Hela held her breath until she heard the sound of receding footsteps followed by a door closing. She wanted to break down right then and there. Wanted to scream and break things and weep until she could no longer.

But she had to make it through what came next.

She owed you that much.

Taking a slow breath to steady herself, she turned from the window, ignoring the fact that the figure was now closer than it had been, and began to walk, each step feeling like it took every drop of energy she held within herself.

You can do this, she told herself over and over again, ignoring the feel of eyes on her as the figure undoubtedly followed just behind her.

In a strange sort of way, Hela mused that it felt right that this was something that was going to be just the two of you. All that had ever been between you, had only been for the two of you. Until it hadn’t, and that was a mistake Hela already knew she would regret for the rest of her time. One little slip, and your secret had become known and then had been used against you, and now she was burying you.

When she reached the spot in the gardens where it was to be done, she found that you had already been brought out, your body wrapped in black silks tied neatly with ribbons. She hadn’t wanted to confine you into a coffin. You had never liked small spaces. And you’d always talked about how one day your body would go on to grow the very flowers and trees that you loved so much, so it had seemed natural for Hela to bury you in a way that you were closer to achieving that.

Did you ever think I’d be growing the flowers so soon?

She reached over to take the shovel that had been propped up against the willow tree that she had picked out to bury you beneath. She easily could have had someone dig the hole for her, or could even have used magic to carve out the ground beneath her, but she wanted to do it herself. Wanted to punish herself in a way that was useful. A way that honored you, even if it was the saddest way in which one could honor a person.

You deserved so much more than that, but it was all Hela could give you now.

As she began to dig down into the earth, she was all too aware of the pale figure standing just across from her, could feel the gaze following her as she mechanically dug the shovel down, hefted the dirt to the side, and repeated the motion over and over again. The silence that surrounded her seemed… loud. Unnatural and uncomfortable, and she wished that a bird would settle in one of the drooping branches of the tree and sing just to fill the emptiness that had bled out from her heart and begun to saturate the garden as she dug and dug.

It wasn’t until Asgard’s sun had reached its peak in the sky that Hela finally allowed herself a break. She’d dug a solid four feet into the ground, which likely would be more than enough to lay you to rest without a coffin, but to err on the safer side, she wanted to dig at least another foot or two more.

Pulling herself up to sit on the edge of the empty grave, she took a moment to rub at her hands, swiping the dirt and debris away as best she could, and as she turned her hands, the sunlight caught on the ring she wore on her right hand. Something else that had been just for the two of you. She brought her hand closer to her face, carefully wiping at the set stone perched neatly in the band, trying to wipe away the last remaining specks of dirt, even though she knew it was fruitless. She was only going to dig more and have to do the same thing over again when she finished.

“I gave you that ring.”

Hela swallowed thickly, and after a long moment of hesitation, tilted her head up to finally look at you, trying to ignore the way the sunlight streamed right through your body, and how the draping leaves of the willow tree passed right through your chest and legs as you stood on the other side of the grave, face still twisted with that deep melancholy that had made itself home in your expression.

“It was just for us. Something only we would know. And that was enough. For me, it was enough.”

Hela swallowed thickly, unable to hold your gaze as you spoke. The sound of your voice brought back terrible memories, of the way she had gripped you by the wrist and pulled you bit by bit to the edge of the cliff and the way you had screamed, begged her to stop and apologized for whatever you had done to upset her so.

“It wasn’t really you that did it. I know that now.” You turned your face up to look at the flowering buds on the ends of the willow branches as they blew in the breeze, holding your hand out and watching the sunlight filter through the translucency of your skin. “It’s funny, when you die. You learn all the secrets. The ones you’ve always wanted to know, and the ones you had no idea were being kept.” You gave a sad smile, letting your hand drop back to your side as you looked back to Hela, frowning when you realized she still wasn’t looking at you. “I think that it would be too much for someone living to know. And that’s why it’s all kept away from you until you have nothing left to learn in life, so you have to learn everything that comes after it.” You gave a soft sigh, wanting nothing more than to reach out and comfort her, to draw her into your arms and soothe away her hurt and grief. “…I’m not mad at you. I need you to know that.”

Hela finally looked up at that, brow creased with a sorrow that you knew mirrored that which resided in your own being. “I killed you. I did.”

You shook your head. “Not of your own accord. And that’s what matters. What he did to you was unfair. And yes, what you did to me because of him was unfair, too, but… I cannot hold it against you. I saw how you were afterward. When it was done. Saw the way you broke yourself out of the grip of the Mind Stone, the way you fought your way back to me, uncaring of the work it would take for you to find me at the bottom of that cliff.” You gave a soft, sad little smile. “Did you know you’re the only person that’s ever come back for someone? I learned that after I died, too.”

Hela forced a smile that even you could see was more sadness than anything else. “I couldn’t leave you there. When I came to my senses, when I realized what had happened… I had to bring you back. I couldn’t leave you there, after everything. After seeing the way you had fought so hard to get me to stop and I hadn’t… couldn’t…”

You nodded slowly, taking a slow breath, even though you didn’t need the oxygen any longer. “I didn’t have it in myself to go with grace. I knew that much, even though I didn’t understand what was happening at the time. I knew I had to fight back, even if it was pointless. To be honest, I think it was more out of instinct than anything else.”

Hela averted her gaze to the bottom of the pit once more, and abruptly turned it up again. If she looked too long at the distant ground beneath her, she could see the image of your broken form sprawled out on the ground, laying there like a forgotten porcelain doll. You watched as Hela’s face darkened, and couldn’t bear to see her get upset any more than she already was, and you heaved another pointless sigh. “…I don’t want you to remember me like that, though.”

Hela took a shaky breath, cutting her eyes back to look at you directly again. “I don’t want to remember you like this, either.”

You smiled as best you could. “Then don’t. Remember me the way that I was when it was just you and me. Those special moments we had when no one else was watching. That’s how I’ll remember you.”

“I don’t know how to go on without you,” Hela admitted, in the smallest voice you had ever heard her speak in, and it broke you to know that it was because of you.

“The same way that you did before me.”

Hela shook her head. “It’s different now. I’ll know what I lost. What I could have had.”

You smiled softly, trying not to let your overwhelming sadness show in your expression. “I will always be yours. Even if I’m nothing but the morning breeze or the light of the moon shining on you in the dark when you can’t sleep at night. I’ll still be yours.”

“I’ll miss you.” She hesitated for a moment. “I already do. I miss you so much, that I feel it. Like an ache in my bones.”

“And I’ll miss you the same. I always will. And it will hurt, knowing that I can exist and go anywhere I could ever want, in a sense, but… never back home.” The weight of your words left you drifting down toward the ground, and you let yourself hover as though you were sitting on the edge of the grave, your grave, across from Hela so that you could keep watching her.

“You were so brave. Up until I… up until the end, you were so brave. You always were.”

You looked up at Hela to find that she was openly weeping now. You’d rarely seen her cry before, but this… this was something entirely different. This was a cry that seemed to be wrenching itself from somewhere deep within her chest, causing her hands to tremble and her shoulders to heave with the force of it.

“You taught me to be. And I will always be grateful for that. Grateful for the time that we had together, even if it was cut so devastatingly short.”

After an achingly long moment, Hela nodded, though you weren’t sure if it was in agreement or resolve, and then she stood again and reached for the shovel before hopping back down into the bottom of the grave.

There were so many more things you wanted to say, and you were sure that there were even more things that Hela wanted to say, too, but instead you let the silence wash over the both of you, watching wordlessly as she continued to dig deeper and deeper. Until the sun had begun its descent down toward the horizon.

It was just before sunset when Hela finally seemed satisfied with her work and she climbed out long enough so that she could carefully cradle your body to hers as she hopped back down to the bottom again. She couldn’t bear the thought of just tossing you down there as though you were little more than a rag doll. She wanted to lay you there gently, like she could pretend she was only tucking you in for a nap and not an eternal sleep.

With careful, hesitant hands, she laid you down gently, making sure that you were settled nicely against the horribly uncomfortable dirt beneath you, and she absentmindedly smoothed down the silks covering you, making you look nice and neat before kissing the top of your head and lingering there as you watched from above, a lump forming in your throat as you knew what would have to come next.

Hela hesitated after she had gotten herself back out of the grave, turning back around to look down where you lay, so far away and alone. It filled her with such a strong wish that she could follow you, which was quickly dampened by the knowledge that she never could, no matter how hard she tried.

You continued to watch her in silence, having a vague idea of where her mind was at, but uncertain that speaking about it so openly would help matters.

“I’m not down there anymore. And I never will be.” You made yourself rise, so that you were standing more equally with Hela again. “You don’t have to worry about me now. I’ll be okay.”

“But you won’t be with me,” Hela lamented, absentmindedly reaching for the shovel and gripping it in both hands as she continued to look down into the grave.

“Just because you cannot see me does not mean I won’t be with you. I will always be with you. Like birdsong on the wind or a lullaby in the quiet of night. Remember?”

You watched Hela as she finally, slowly, tore her gaze away from your motionless form down in the earth and looked back up at you, gaze drinking you in as though this would be her last chance to. And you supposed it would be, no matter how much you tried to sugarcoat it with sweet words and romantic ideas.

“I will be okay,” you repeated, holding her gaze with as much honesty and reassurance as you could muster when you could feel your heart aching, knowing that your remaining time with Hela was limited.

After an agonizingly long moment, Hela nodded, shifting her grip on the shovel slightly before finally turning, scooping up the first bit of dirt and knowing it would be the hardest.

She did not look as she let it fall down into the grave. Didn’t want to see it hit you, hear it land against the silks with a dull thud. Instead, she kept digging, slowly covering you up bit by bit as you watched her, unwilling to look anywhere else but at her.

You could feel it, as whatever last little bit of you that was tethered to Asgard, or perhaps Hela, began to sever in a way you knew meant that it was time for you to go wherever you were meant to be next. It felt calming, so peaceful that you knew you never could have experienced a feeling like it, when you were still alive. You tried to speak, tried to call Hela’s name one last time, but your voice came out little more than a whisper, despite the fact that you tried to scream it into the sky, desperate for her to look at you one last time.

Hela, though, seemed to sense what was happening without your help, and without stopping what she was doing, she met your gaze, mournful eyes locked with yours as she shoveled mound after mound of dirt on top of you. She kept her gaze on you as your translucent body flickered, fading in and out of existence as she buried you.

I love you, you wanted to tell her. Wanted to scream it so that everyone around could hear it, could feel the reverberation of the declaration throughout their very souls. But all you could do was mouth the words, again and again, so Hela knew that you meant them.

“I love you, too,” Hela responded, hesitating for just the slightest moment as she struck into the dirt with the shovel again. She was getting closer to being finished. Shoveling the dirt back in was going much faster than it had taken to get it out in the first place, a cruel circumstance that left Hela wishing she could drag out the ordeal as long as she could manage, if it meant that you would still be standing there, looking at her, with her.

But hadn’t she already made you suffer enough? Didn’t you deserve some peace and rest, after everything you had gone through? Wasn’t it time to finally let you go?

“I’ll never forget you,” Hela promised, holding the shovel with its last little bit of dirt above the grave but unwilling to drop it just yet. “I’ll keep you alive in every way that I couldn’t. Say your name every chance that I get, to keep you here with me.”

There was so much you still wanted to say to her, so much you wanted her to know.

But all you could do was muster your best smile as you nodded, a single tear running down your cheek and ricocheting off the collar of your gown as Hela released the last bit of soil, patting it flat as she watched your ghostly form give one last little shimmering flicker in the moonlight, and then disappear entirely.

And it was only then that Hela finally allowed herself to be lost to her grief.

#Hela x reader #Hela Odinsdottir x reader #Hela #Hela Odinsdottir #Marvel #oneshot #grief #hurt/comfort #emphasis on the hurt #this is a love letter to my tears ricochet and i hope it comes across as such

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defensivewall · 1 year

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KYLIAN MBAPPÉ - Angers SCO v Paris Saint-Germain - Ligue 1 Uber Eats - April 21, 2023

Photo by Aurelien Meunier

#paris saint germain #kylian mbappe #g posts #q things

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teammessi · 1 year

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LIONEL MESSI Paris Saint-Germain v Angers SCO January 11, 2023 in Paris, France

#mine #leo messi #lionel messi #leomessiedit #2023 #footballedit #psg #paris saint germain #pele

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wheredidmybooksgo · 8 months

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Pov: you kissed my main Ocs.

Teardrop:

Doesn't know what to do at first.

Finally starts to panick, wondering if they got the wrong idea by his kindness.

Wonders if Jota will kill them or not. @the-arcade-doctor

Eventually kicks the person out of the Mansion. (Apologizing while doing so.)

Killian:

Smacks. Yeah he's not dealing with this shit.

Reveals his true form to scare them off.

Oh and since he's pregnant, he's gonna have more anger.

Tells Sco about it later that night during dinner. @sillystanleystuff

Irisen:

Just kinda stands there.

He has no emotions, so he literally doesn't know what to do.

Thinks it's his siren charm.

#teardrop's escape #my ocs #requests open

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meowmeowmessi · 1 year

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neymar must be more affected by the wc loss than he let on bc he's absolutely bottling it so far

#'than he let on' i say as if he didn't say the loss psychologically broke him. but like. still #ligue 1 #psg vs angers sco

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smgcharacteroc · 2 months

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Background Creator: @bear-boi-5 :) 🩶

➤; ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs ʙʟᴏɢ.↶

▀▄▀▄ 𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂/𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 ▄▀▄▀

🩶- not any 18+ 20+ and generally not decent content, there may be current mentions but not Videos, Pictures, File materials.

🩶- don't be rude to the character, be human and social normally and not like some bandits.

PS: I do everything in Gacha Nebula, and I just can't afford Garismode and I'm not an artist, okay? :")

🩶- the characters know who Smg4 and others are, but not much, but rather you will find out for yourself through questions.

🩶- among the characters there is one canon spike, and everything else is how the characters will respond, jokes or tackles to anger.

🩶- which is quite surprising, but you can ask the author a question and refer to him/her as "Vinz" and not "Author".

🩶- everything that the characters say, they say on their own behalf, so do not ask questions like "but you did it there" it will not work.

🩶- Smg4 characters will be mentioned here, but they themselves will not be (perhaps ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

🩶-there will also be my articles/not Arctic, memes/not memes, so it's not ask good? :) good??? =).

✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

Characters:

SCO& (SmgCharacterOc&)♀️

Vinz (Author)⚧️

Zirin (Sarin)♀️

Leo (Leonard)♂️

DMF8 (DarkMeatFlower)♂️

FM (FightingMario54321/Cube) ♂️

X (Nintendofan997/Armonzii) ♂️

#smg4 #smg4 au #smg4 ocs #tw blood #meat #tw gore

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teamroscoes · 1 year

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Kylian Mbappé vs Angers SCO ; 21.04.2023

#kylian mbappe #psg #*

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hummingbird-of-light · 6 months

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Against All Odds

Part 819

McCoy

McCoy had moved his chair closer to Scotty at dinner, sensing his fiancé was still on edge from earlier in the day. Francine had been shocked at the box of albums when she had returned home.

“I would never have thought Malcolm to be so generous!” she had exclaimed.

“He had a prince to try and be better than,” Scotty had grumbled under his breath.

McCoy offered to clean up after dinner so that the Scotts could go through the albums together, but Scotty followed him to the kitchen.

“What are you doing darlin’?” McCoy asked.

“I really want to look through the albums,” Scotty began, “but today has been so tiring.” His face showed the weariness from having dealt with his unpleasant relatives. “I’ll look through them tomorrow.”

“Ok,” McCoy said gently. He began to get the sink filled.

They were quiet as Scotty got leftovers put away and McCoy began to wash dishes. When Scotty finished he came to the sink to help.

“What do you want to do when we're done?” McCoy asked.

Scotty shrugged absently. “Forget this stupid day.”

McCoy couldn’t say he was unhappy to have met more of Scotty's family, but he was certain he would never willingly see Malcolm and Iona again.

His face heated with anger as he thought of what Granddad had said about his oldest son. How could Malcolm have not gone to his brother’s funeral? How could a family member do that to the others? McCoy didn’t understand it at all.

He knew one thing for certain, if he ever had to see Malcolm again, he’d be hard pressed not to punch the man in the face.

“Want to go watch the stars for a bit?” McCoy asked as they put the last dishes away.

Scotty nodded. “I’ll get a blanket.”

“And I’ll run up and get a sweater,” McCoy smiled.

“I’ll keep ye warm,” Scotty chuckled.

A few minutes later the cool night air surrounded them as they stretched out side by side on their backs. McCoy had an arm tucked behind his head, and his other hand found Scotty’s.

He gave a small laugh as he turned his head to find his home. A tree growing from the neighbor’s blocked that section of the sky.

“Where do you think home will be in a few years?” he asked quietly.

“I dinnae ken,” Scotty said. “A ship I should hope.”

“But is a ship really a home? Should we have somewhere on a planet to call our own?” McCoy turned his head to look at Scotty.

“May depend on what ship we get assigned to and where it goes most often.”

“Would you want a home here?” McCoy asked.

“Do you want a home planetside?” Scotty asked, turning to look at him.

“I- I suppose yes.”

“Even if we were out there more often?” Scotty gestured at the sky.

McCoy was quiet for a moment.

“Yes,” he finally said. “Because we may make our ship quarters a home, but I still want a place we can come to that’s all ours. Just ours. Just you and me.”

“I want that too,” Scotty nodded.

They fell silent again, and McCoy moved closer to Scotty.

“Home’s wherever you are, leannan,” McCoy whispered. He rolled up onto his side so he could lean in and kiss Scotty better. He let out a surprised noise as Scotty's hands rose to pull him closer.

Long, soft kisses followed as they lay together under the stars in the back garden. When they finally got up to head in it was late and McCoy was beginning to shiver. They headed quietly up to their room, where Scotty set about undressing them and pushing McCoy under the bed covers to warm him up.

Part 820

Scotty

The next morning came far too fast and even though Scotty would have loved to just stay in bed with Leonard, he knew that they had more people to pay visits to.

He was very glad that Granddad had chosen to call some of the relatives who lived farther away. That way they only had to see his other uncle and aunt.

Robbie had offered to come along with them this time, however, Scotty had told him to stay at home. After all, someone had to look after Granddad and Jim. And he didn't want his little brother to have to see the family. After all, they usually tried their best to stay away from them.

Scotty sighed heavily as he parked the car close to a small house. It was right in the middle of the town.

"Listen, I... apologize in advance for whatever state my uncle or his home will be in. He... likes to collect stuff."

And not just stuff.

As the three boys made their way to the door, Scotty could already hear the sounds of barking and meowing. His heart was aching at the thought of the poor animals.

Scotty rang the bell and it took a while until the door finally opened to reveal a tall, corpulent man.

"Hey Uncle Ronan," Scotty greeted him with a wave of his hand.

"Oh, uhm... hello, Montgomery. I... see ye brought friends. When ye called I thought that ye'd come by alone. I wasn't prepared for visitors."

Sure, as if he ever was.

Scotty glanced at Leonard and Spock who were standing right behind him.

"Oh, aye, well... I thought that we might need some help. And... I also wanted ye to meet my fiancé Leonard."

"Hello, sir."

Leonard reached out his hand and Ronan took a moment to adjust his glasses. Then his eyes widened.

"Oh my- it's really ye! The prince!"

The man quickly took Leonard's hand and shook it.

"It's... nice to meet you. Uhm, this is my bodyguard Spock," the prince said, indicating at the Vulcan next to him.

More pleasantries were exchanged before Ronan asked the boys to come in.

As they made their way through the hallway, they were already greeted by a disgusting stench and by several dogs.

"Oh, I see you... have a lot of pets?" Leonard asked, looking down at the many animals that were trying to sniff at them.

"Aye, I have. All of them are strays. I took them in to live with me."

Scotty tried his best not to gag at the stench. It was quite obvious that these pets never got a bath. And that they were allowed to pee wherever they wanted.

"I'm glad that I can offer them a place to sleep at. And that way, I'm not alone."

Scotty and the others followed Ronan into the living room - or at least it appeared to be the living room.

Every room of the house almost looked the same. There were boxes everywhere. Books and tableware and tools lay on the floor, on the table, on the couch.

Everything was dirty.

"Would... would ye like a cup of tea?" Ronan asked, turning around from where he was picking up a cat from the windowsill.

Scotty quickly shook his head.

"Oh, nae, thank ye. We're... we're good. We just wanted to stop by to... see how ye are doing. And to ask if... if ye have any old pictures of dad or the rest of our family."

Instantly, Ronan's face darkened.

"Of course. It's all about John again. Why would anyone care about the good old Ronan?"

Scotty felt his chest tightening. His uncle had always been jealous of his father. And of the rest of their little family. He had always said that it had been their fault that Granddad had left him all to himself, even though it wasn't true.

"I... We do care about ye," he stammered.

Ronan just laughed humorlessly.

"Aye, of course ye do. Well then... take a look around. Maybe ye'll find something."

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #against all odds

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