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divine-donna · 11 months

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hey, can you make Miguel O'Hara X gender neutral reader? Where reader (Miguel lover) accidentally get teleport or glitch in the spider verse where they (the Spidey's) were in the middle of chasing miles? Thank you! <3

hi anon. i'm happy to write this for you.

i wrote this in the form of headcanons rather than a fic. i'm still recuperating from finishing dragon age: inquisition, the succession finale (even if it was like a week ago), my adrenaline high from the across the spiderverse, and the other things i have written already.

some creative additions i made: this is a spidey! reader. i think it naturally made more sense to have a spidey! reader rather than a civilian. i would have to jump through a lot of hoops for a civilian reader to make sense and my brain does not have the capacity to jump through those hoops right now.

you deserved a well needed rest. after all the work you had been pulling to keep the multiverse safe, it was the least you deserved. especially a nap.

what you didn't expect when you went home was to just fall asleep on the couch.

you had gone out with your friends, finally caught up with them, and changing into some comfortable lounging clothes. you had plans to watch the newest 3 hour long ego project the director called a movie. and naturally because it was 3 hours long and an ego project filled with nothing, you ended up falling asleep.

what you forgot to take off was your multiversal band. you always kept it on in case of emergencies.

you also had a habit of rolling around in your sleep a bit. and you don't have the best luck with technology.

naturally your band malfunctions and you're thrown into the portal and transported back to hq.

ideally you didn't want to be falling through the space. but you were. and that woke you up.

"fuck! fuck! fuck!"

you had no web shooters. why would you? who sleeps with web shooters anyways? (actually there are some spider people that might)

and the worst part is, no one seemed to notice that you were falling. because they were busy doing something else.

when you squinted your eyes, you saw what was happening: every single spider-person that was at hq was chasing after one singular spider-person.

you didn't know who it was but from the looks of it, it looked like a young spider-person. someone who was only a kid.

if only you weren't just free falling-

"(y/n)! what are you doing here!" a familiar voice exclaims.

he caught you in midair, swinging safely to the nearest platform that wasn't stampeding with spider people and other variations of spider totems to set you down.

you took in his appearance. his hair was disheveled and his fangs were poking out. you also noticed his talons were out too and his breathing was heavy.

"i...i was teleported here on accident." you explain. "what is going on?"

"i can't talk right now. go back home! it's supposed to be your day off!" he gives you a small kiss on your cheek and prepares himself to jump off the platform.

"miguel, who is that?"

"miles morales. he disrupted a canon event and now the multiverse is at stake! and we're trying to prevent him from causing another one."

"okay well did you try talking to him?"

"of course!" he exclaims, turning to look at you. "it's the first thing i did. but he doesn't want to listen. now i have to catch him before he disappears!"

he doesn't even wait for you to respond before jumping off. as much as miguel loved you and loved talking to you and cherished your presence, he had to catch up to miles. he had to stop him.

he had to save the multiverse.

you were left with a sinking pit in your stomach. something told you that today was not the day to take off.

but first you needed to find lyla or margo to help with your watch so you can grab your suit and equipment and come back.

#requests #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spider-man 2099 #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #x reader #male reader #female reader #gender neutral reader

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cybiirz · 6 months

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Wriothesley x Gn!Reader

Sypnosis : Seems like a certain Warden had tired himself out. Being the kind person you were, you chose to help, but you forgot how deceiving an inmate can be. He was no different…But at least he pays?

WC : 829

“Wriothesleyyy! I brought you something from Sigewinne. She says it’s for like, helping you stay awake or whatever,” You groaned out as you treaded up the stairs. Currently, you were holding a large box of medicine that you were supposed to be delivering to other inmates.

That was your punishment for getting involved in a little experiment that was supposedly forbidden in the fortress…Either way, it was tiring and you just wanted it to be done with.

Your footsteps echoed against the walls as you stomped onto the metal stairwell. Finally, you reached the top, and with a lack of breath might you add. Who the hell needed so much medicine anyway? Nevertheless, you kept your head low as you observed the different bottles inside.

“There’s a lot here, let me just find yours and…got it. Huh, this thing has way too many side effects! How the hell do you even—” You lifted up your head to look at Wriothesley, only to find him practically passed out on his desk. You paused and cocked your head to the side.

Suddenly, you had an idea and with a smile and a slight skip in your step, you closed in on the desk. Outstretching your arms, you held the box over the table before dropping the heavy equipment, creating a loud slam against the wood.

No reaction.

“Huh? So he’s really knocked out then,” You murmured quietly to yourself. You opted to walk around the table and slowly approached his unconscious form. You began poking his head, and to no surprise, no reaction.

“Jeez. You overwork yourself too much you idiot,” You whispered next to him. Glancing at all of his papers, it took less than a second to see how messed up everything was. You sighed deeply and decided to help out this son of a gun.

It had been about an hour or so, with you going over the different documents and having to dig deep into his shelves to pair up each page to its designated folder. Covering your mouth, you let out a loud yawn before looking back over at the warden. Still fast asleep.

A small chuckle left your lips as you walked back over to him. Resting yourself against the table, you lifted your left hand and gently stroked his head.

“Well I organised each and every document for you. And since I went over each word written, I've seen you’re doing a good job for this prison. Even for inmates like me, you treat us well…But you are definitely paying me back one way or another once you’re awake,” After partially scolding him but mainly complimenting him, you began to get lost in a daze as you stared softly at the man in front of you.

Once you finished speaking, his head turned slightly, eyes opening with a small smirk splayed on his lips. You swiftly retracted your hand and looked away, trying to avoid his stare.

“Thanks for that (name). I appreciate you doing that but, you know I could’ve done all of it that whole time. I wasn’t actually asleep you know?,” He replied, his voice slightly condescending.

“Yeah well I expect payment back and—” Your arms crossed over your chest before you paused. What did he just say? “Hang on, you were pretending?! You little liar! You’re so lazy that you had to fake sleeping to get someone else to do your work for you?! Now I better get that payment before I rip your—”

You were quickly cut off as a pair of lips landed directly onto yours. Your eyes instantly widened in shock as Wriothesley lifted his hand and cupped your face. Slowly but surely, you melted into the kiss and held your arm up before resting your hand onto his shoulder.

After parting, the light sounds of heavy breathing could be heard from you. You tried to look everywhere apart from him, but he moved his hand to grip your chin, causing you to face him.

“That was, unnecessary warden,” You mumbled, barely loud enough for him to hear.

“That was your payment,” He responded smugly. Looking at him with your blood rushing to your cheeks, you noticed the slight crease in the corners of his eyes. He was smiling at you, and not one of mockery or a fake smile, it was genuine.

“Well then…I have to get going and deliver these to the other inmates. Thank you for paying me back,” You cleared your throat before moving away from him and picking up the box. You left his medicine on the table as you made sure to secure the lid of the box. He crossed his arms over his torso as you began to descend down the stairs.

“(Name). Come back again and I'll be sure to repay you for whatever documents you organise for me,” Wriothesley’s voice had a somewhat teasing lilt to it, but it was evident he was serious. You rolled your eyes and simply scoffed at him before taking your leave.

But who were you to deny such a special treat?

A/N : Love me a little overworked man. But anyway, it’s finally my half term so i’ll hopefully be posting small drabbles that appear my head. Series work is becoming boring so oneshots and drabbles will probs be my thing. I might finish off the Gepard series but we’ll see. Also i’m thinking of doing a revamp to this blog buttt idk. Anyways, hope you enjoyed, feel free to leave requests!

#genshin x reader #genshin #genshin impact #genshin imagines #wriothesley x you #wriothesley x y/n #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley #wriothesley fluff #i love wriothesley

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mapisgf · 8 months

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The reason for her smile LW6 x reader

Alex Scott became a close friend of yours quickly, the both of you just clicked. you often partnered together since you were a world renowned photographer, photographing many celebrities. You had recently returned from living abroad in Italy. Upon arriving in London Alex offered you the opportunity to come take some photographs of a football star while she was being interviewed. This was also the perfect opportunity for you to catch up and work alongside each other.

You made your way to the studio.

“I missed you so much.” Alex rushed into you hugging you tightly. “ I can't wait for you to meet Leah.”

“ Me too, I'm so happy we're working together again. Why didn't you tell me it was Leah Williamson? You know I'm a huge fan!”

You hear the door open and you're greeted by a blonde girl with a bright smile on her face. She wore brown trousers and a simple white crop top showing off her abs. In her hand three coffees.

She sets the coffees down on a table and gives you a hug.

“I'm Leah. It's nice to finally meet you y/n but i must say if anything i'm your biggest fan.”

“I don't believe you.” You say expecting her to not even know your name. Her blond hair was loose reaching her shoulders, a halo of blonde framing her face. She was even more gorgeous up close.

“She serious , Leah asked me if you would be available for today.” Alex took a sip from her coffee smirking at you.

“Oh sorry i almost forgot i got you a coffee too.” her hands brushed against yours. It was from your favourite coffee shop and it was also your go to order.

“Oh my god this is my favourite coffee shop. How did you guess my order?” Leah just shrugs.

The photo shoot goes well. Leah changes outfits, styling herself looking impeccable due to her amazing sense of style. She often turns to smile at you, occasionally asking you questions it almost becomes a mix of her interviewing you. Suddenly Alex gets a phone call from her mom since it was just the three of you. You both tell her to go take the phone call . She steps outside the room leaving you to alone.

“ Can I see some of the pictures you've taken?” Leah walks over to you and places a hand on your back. You nod and show her some of the pictures so far.

“These look great , I really love your work, it just has so much warmth to it.”

“I think you and your smile put all the warmth in these pictures.” It was true her smile was like warm honey. She blushes and shakes her head in disagreement.

You walk over to your equipment on the table. Leah follows you and leans against the edge of the table.

“What's your favourite club ?” You laugh and raise your head up to look at her. She wears a smirk on her face.

“Do i have to say arsenal.'' Leah playfully nudges you but shakes her head while biting her lip.

“It's Barca . I loved watching them play while I lived in Spain i actually saw you play against them you broke some hearts after scoring that header.”

She laughs and so do you. What you don't realise is Leah looking at you needing to make you laugh again. Leah doesn't want the day to end; she wants to keep talking to you. She wants to hear more about your time in France and Spain.

“You should come to an arsenal game sometime. Then you'd get to see how many hearts I can break.” She leans in closer brushing your hair out of your face. Your face gets hot, a blush creeping up on your skin. You hear Alex come back into the room you move away from Leah but not before whispering “Maybe I will if you ask me nicely.” Leah turns to look at you but you're already behind your camera .

The sun starts to set as the three of you say goodbye you don't realise that Leah hugs you for a seconds longer than she does Alex. You both walk Alex to her car but you realise you forgot something in the studio. Alex offers to go with you even though she is already in her car but Leah insists that shell go instead.

You enter the studio and quickly find your missing piece of equipment. You turn back to look at Leah when she starts to speak.

“ Y/n will you please come watch my game on Saturday. I'm asking nicely. “ She smiles at you.

You walk over to her and focus all your attention on her face. “I've never been to watch a football match for a first date.” You pray that she's actually interested in you starting to overthink what you just said.

“Well there's always a first time and I promise a proper first date on Sunday.” You feel giddy at the promise of Sunday.

“Who says I want to go on a first and second date?” You ask her sarcastically of course. Leah smirks .

“ I have a feeling.”

She walks you to your car and helps you pack everything. She even opens you door for you.

You look at each other you're about to say bye when she kisses you so sweetly . You melt into her touch. She pulls away.

“Goodnight y/n”

When you reach home you get a text from a number.

Leah - Hey love , it's Leah, here's your ticket for Saturday (she sends a picture). Can't wait to see you. Xx

You - The feelings mutual. Can't wait to take more pictures of you.

#woso x reader #woso #leah williamson x reader #arsenal #woso imagine #leah williamson imagine #alex scott #arsenal women

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this-is-what-makes-us-fandoms · 3 months

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Certification || One Piece ||

Based off this

Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Death of a major character (Spoilers), hint of pregnancy (at the end), fem reader

Words: 1.4k

A/N: I finally watched the Marineford Arc and this is how I'm coping. Let me know what ya'll think and if you want more Ace fics. This is my first one piece fic and hopefully I did it justice. Also it took me some time to figure out the timeline of Ace in Impel Down until I finall said fuck it, I do what I want.

You were six the first time you married Ace, only because it was all he could do to get you to stop crying. After he declared himself a future pirate, you had done the same. In your six year old eyes it was the only way to stay by his side. He immediately shattered your plans by saying you weren’t allowed. Cue the water works and him instantly panicking. He wasn’t equipped to handle crying girls.

“You can’t become a pirate,” he says and it only makes you cry harder. “Because… Because you’re gonna be my wife!”

That instantly shut you up, staring at him with a tear stained and snotty face. He had his gaze averted from yours as he blushed the deepest shade of red you've ever seen.

“Y-Your wife?” you ask suddenly beaming at the idea.

He still doesn’t look at you as he nods, embarrassed to have said something like that out loud. So much for being a pirate. But when he saw the wide smile on your face and your eyes gleaming with joy, he would have said it all over again.

You had a ‘wedding’ a few days later because you couldn’t wait. It was just you and him hidden away in the woods. You made a veil out of an old blanket and he found the rings. Which were just two rubber bands that didn’t even fit on your finger then.

You wanted it to be real so you managed to steal an actual wedding certificate. You made him sign it after your fake ceremony and with a red face, he promised to deliver it to government officials. You never confirmed if he did or didn’t. For months, you told everyone in the village who’d listen that you were Ace’s wife.

After that, your fake wedding went unspoken about as the two of you grew up. But the reminder was always there, even as Ace’s intentions grew. He was still determined to become a pirate no matter how much you tried to convince him otherwise. When he wouldn’t back down, you’d fight back by telling him you were coming with.

You were fourteen when he mentioned your fake marriage for the first time in years. It reignited feelings you thought you’d long locked away. And it very much worked in his favor. To be fair, it was a complete accident on his part.

“If you wanna become a pirate so bad, then I will too!” you argued.

He looked at you with a scowl on his face and shook his head. “No, you aren’t!”

“Says who?”

“Says me. You’re never becoming a pirate and that’s final.”

“It’s my life, Ace! I can do what I want with it,” you shout, shoving your face in front of his in a fit of anger.

“And you’re my wife! You should have the decency to listen to me,” he yells right back.

You were ready to continue your argument only to be stopped short. Your face turns red as you register what he says. His does the same, reaching up to the tips of his ears. You stagger backwards to make room between the two of you, blubbering away as you do.

There was a lot of awkward confessing after that, mainly on Ace’s part. Turns out he never really forgot that day and after seeing how happy it made you, he swore to make you his actual wife one day. You called him an idiot and happily sobbed in his arms when he admitted that.

Ace was seventeen when he finally set off to become a pirate. You still pleaded with him not to leave but it only fell on deaf ears. Becoming a pirate was his dream, one he couldn’t let go of.

“You said I was your dream!” you yell.

Your hands meet his chest and you push him away from you. You were crying and he was trying to reason with you. You didn’t want to hear it. You hated him, you hated him and his stupid dream of becoming a pirate.

He let you fight him, push him, hit him; whatever you needed to let your anger out. He stood still as your fist weakly struck his chest and your sobs rang in his ears. When you gave up, you leaned on him and buried your face into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and held you as you cried.

“You are my dream,” he says. He holds you gently, cradling you close to him, speaking with a tone that matches his actions. “That’s why I need to do this. I’ll become Pirate King and protect you.”

You wanted to call him an idiot but your voice only came out in sobs. You didn’t want him to protect you, you wanted him to stay by your side. You wanted to be his wife like he promised. But you couldn’t deny what he wanted to do, knowing you’d get here eventually.

“I’ll come back and we’ll get married. We’ll have a family and we’ll do anything you want.”

His hands move to cradle your face, pulling it towards his own. He pressed his lips to yours and his kiss sealed his promise.

He left the next morning after spending the previous night together. With nothing more than a note and the same rubber band he gave you when you were six. You thought you’d lost it long ago, it slipped off your finger sometime when you were a kid. This time it fits perfectly on your ring finger.

You hardly saw Ace during the next three years and when you did, he hardly stayed. You’d spend a few nights together and he was always gone before you woke up. You know he did that so he didn’t have to say goodbye. The last time you saw him was shortly before he faced Blackbeard.

You were twenty when you finally married Ace and he wasn’t even there for it.

There’s a knock on the door and you struggle to get up from your seat. You rub at your eyes and take a deep breath to compose yourself before opening the door. It’s someone who comes to deliver a package for you. You’re quick to accept it before closing the door and hiding away in your home.

You sit back down and set the large envelope next to the letter you’ve already opened. You don’t rush to open it but something tells you to do it. Call it intuition.

The contents inside make you sob loudly, thinking the universe is playing some cruel joke. It’s a letter congratulating you on the finalization of your marriage certificate. The same one you signed when you were six years old, the one you made Ace sign too.

You never actually thought he sent it in, you were just kids then. What government official did you actually know? Truth be told, he kept it until he left to become a pirate. He really meant what he said, you’d become his wife one way or another. Since you were still underage, it wasn't accepted as valid. Until now, when a certain marine had it validated in his honor. It was the least he could do for him and for you.

You set the letter down, next to the one you got hours ago. The one that told you about Ace’s demise, killed at Marineford. The universe was cruel indeed. You wrap your arms around your stomach, shielding the small bump that’s started to form. You sob as you hold yourself, protecting the last piece of Ace you had.

#oneshots #oneshot #one piece #one piece one shots #one piece one shot #portgas d ace #portgas d ace one shots #portgas d ace one shot #portgas d ace x reader #ace one shots #ace #ace one shot #ace x reader

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 3 months

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Do It For Me

This fic will cover my Laser-Tag/Paintball Adventure square on my @jacklesversebingo card.

Summary: You really want Ben to get into the spirit of a fun Paintball adventure. What will you have to promise to get him there.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: None really. Bit of kissing, some suggestive language. Ben being a grumpy boy. Versions of Ben, Annie and Hughie that don't necessarily fit canon.

Pairings: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Reader

Word Count: 1,259

A/N: So this is my next square for my second jacklesversebingo card. The request for this one came from @spnwoman who said this:

Hi me again!! Lol or a “laser tag/paintball adventure” with soldier boy/ Ben with the reader would be really fun for them to let lose and have fun as a couple with promise as something sexy as a reward 😉

I veered a little bit away from your request; it ended up more fluffy than sexy, but I hope you still enjoy it!

The beautiful dividers were created by @firefly-graphics

“This is fucking ridiculous, Y/N. You can’t expect me to put this shit on.” Ben’s voice was sharp, but his face was pouty as you looked up from tying on your knee pad.

You couldn’t help but smile at his annoyance which made his pout turn into a glare. You shook your head. “Look, it’s just the rules of the course. Everybody has to wear the safety equipment.”

As you finished speaking, one of the elbow pads he’d attached incorrectly fell to the ground, making an angry growl erupt from his chest, and you covered your mouth as a giggle threatened to escape. The last thing you wanted to do was laugh at him. It had taken a lot of cajoling and promises on your part to get him to even come down to the paintball course.

It was a double date that you and he were having with Annie and Hughie. You’d told him it would be so much fun, that it would be great to go out with another couple. You told him how much it would mean to you to do something couple-y with your boyfriend. But he’d resisted all arguments.

“I am an actual fucking soldier. I’m not going to some playland to pretend I’m a soldier and shoot paint at each other.” He’d scoffed. “It’s a game for children, and in case you forgot, sweetness, I’m a man.”

He'd yanked you up against him at that point and every one of your arguments sank beneath a moan as he plundered your mouth and kissed you breathless. The discussion had been postponed while he spent the afternoon showing you just how much of a man he was.

But the next day you’d started the campaign again. Ben had been frustrated beyond belief at your refusal to take no for an answer. Finally he’d made you a deal. He’d go play paintball with you if you did something for him, something he’d been trying to get you to do since you'd started dating. With only a brief hesitation from you, the deal was struck.

Now you were here and you had to admit that he did look a little ridiculous in the paintball gear. He was out in public so he had his super suit on, but the place where you were playing insisted that everyone had to wear their helmets, elbow and knee pads. Trying to fit the equipment over Ben’s actual soldier's uniform, complete with knee pads and elbow pads of his own, wasn’t going very well.

“Here,” you said as you bent to pick up the elbow pad, “take yours off. You won’t need them while we’re here, right? So, just wear these ones instead. And the helmet will be great, you used to wear one all the time, I’ve seen pictures.”

Ben jammed the silly black helmet on his head, leaving the visor raised and the clasp and chin strap dangling. “Yeah, it didn’t look like this.”

You bit your lip again and reached up to secure the strap under his chin and snap it into place. “You look very adorable.”

Ben continued to glare as you finished dressing him.

“Hey guys.” Annie spoke as she and Hughie came into the changing area. “All ready to go?”

You snapped the last buckle in place on Ben’s knee pad and nodded. “Yep! Be prepared to go down you two!” You raised a finger and looked at Annie and then Ben. “Oh, and no superpowers allowed.”

Both supes rolled their eyes and Ben picked up his gun and eyed it suspiciously.

“Paint. Pfft.” He mumbled under his breath.

It may have started rough, but within ten minutes Ben was fully invested. He was calling out strategies to you as he scouted the terrain. (The terrain being a concrete play area covered with various objects to hide behind - old car hoods, bales of hay, a shed with one side missing, etc.)

As you hid in the shed, Ben had his back to you, keeping watch on the open side. He turned to you and gave you a series of extravagant hand gestures that you guessed were supposed to tell you something. When you just stared at him with wide eyes and shrugged shoulders he rolled his eyes.

He made the gestures again, whispering instructions at the same time. “I’m gonna scout forward, you stay hidden. Watch your right flank.”

“Oh. Mmkay.” You said with a thumbs up.

Ben just sighed and moved forward, his head on a swivel as he moved from one piece of cover to another. A few minutes later you heard Annie and Hughie let out twin shouts of dismay and then Ben’s cry of victory. You poked your head out of the shed as the three of them walked forward. Hugh and Annie were splattered nearly head to toe with Ben’s green paint. Ben didn’t have a drop on him.

You grinned as he approached you, the visor on his helmet raised and a huge smile wreathing his face.

“Let’s go again!” He shouted.

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A few days later:

You felt Ben behind you, pressing tight against you. His body was hard and warm, but you trembled. You’d never done anything like this and it scared you.

“Ben - “ You started, but he cut you off.

“Uh uh, sweetness, you promised. You said if I played paintball, you’d finally give me this.”

A whine entered your voice as Ben’s arms encircled you. “But, you liked paintball in the end. I’m telling you, I’m really not sure about this.”

“I am.” Ben tilted his head to press a kiss just behind your ear. “I’m very sure.”

You sighed deeply. “Fine. Let’s just get this over with.”

Ben kicked your feet further apart. “Widen your stance.” Then he brought his hands forward onto yours before pulling your arms back a little. “And tuck your arms in closer to your body. You’ll take the recoil better.”

The power of the cold metal weapon in your hands made you sweat as Ben pressed another kiss to your cheek and then stood up and moved away from you. “Okay, baby aim for dead center and pull the trigger when you feel ready.”

Watching your face, Ben could see your fear. “Y/N.” He said softly and you looked at him. “You’re perfectly safe, you’re just aiming at a piece of paper. You can’t hurt anyone.”

He reached out to run his fingers down your cheek. “I know this isn’t something you’ll ever enjoy, and that’s perfectly okay. But I’ll feel much better if you know how to defend yourself against my enemies. I have too many to count and they all know I’m impervious to any kind of pain.” His eyes darkened and you saw real fear there. “So they can only hurt me by hurting you.”

He disarmed you quickly and effortlessly and then pulled you into his arms. He kissed you deeply, harshly, desperately, sucking the air from your lungs. When he finally pulled away, you were panting. His forehead rested against yours and he closed his bright green eyes so his fear and worry were hidden from you. “Please, baby, I need to give you all the protection I can, which includes showing you how to protect yourself. That starts with learning how to handle a weapon.”

He opened his eyes and pulled back a bit, chucking your chin and then pressing one more light kiss against your lips, before whispering to you. “Please.” His voice was almost begging.

You sighed deeply, swayed by his worry and concern.

“Okay.” You conceded. “Give me back the gun and let me try.”

Ben patted your ass and grinned when you frowned at him. "Good girl."

You chuckled - couldn't expect him to stay mushy for too long.

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#soldier boy x reader #soldier boy (ben) x you #ben x you #ben x reader #jacklesversebingo23 #soldier boy fluff

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pupyuj · 8 months

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[cw: g!p, dubcon technically but it was never specified, manipulation, corruption, oral, throatfucking, overstimulation, breeding]

forgot i was supposed to be a writer for ggs and not just yujin ya'll my bad 😍😍😍😍 SO HERE, HAVE A SSERA THOUGHT!

so like, maybe you're in this huge friend group of some mildly popular students in the campus and you have yunjin as this cool and funny older sister figure who, at the same time, you also kind of admire a lot bcs she's so talented and pretty and.. you get the idea! there's a bit of an age gap between the two of you with you almost being done w freshman year and yunjin nearly getting out of school entirely, so you find yourself depending on her a lot 🥺🥺 and ofc she helps you whether it was school, your life, your future, your current issues, etc... she will always be there for you!!

and you've become so dependant on her so ofc you would be comfortable telling her that you're a virgin.. no experience whatsoever and you've barely kissed outside of those truth or dare games back in middle school! and apparently this was enough incentive for yunjin to suggest 'helping you out' with that 'problem'... you didn't really have time to think on what she meant bcs by the next second, she took your hand and made you touch that big bulge on her pants and she was saying, "see, (y/n)? i'm well-equipped with this kind of thing... let me help you!"

🥺 little did you know, your yunjin-unnie has always had these dirty thoughts about you,,, and she was soooo happy she finally gets to make all her wishes come true... she was telling you about how she has always daydreamed about bending you over a desk, or fucking you against the wall, or touching your tits and everything that was so, so lewd while you were choking on her cock :(( you've never done this before, how were you just supposed to take all of her in???? 😔 but yunjin didn't actually care about guiding you through it all.. she just wanted to get laid :(((

yunjin completely just fucking using your mouth for her own pleasure :(( holding your head still and bucking her hips upward,, your pained moans and gagging sounds only turning her own more and more 🫠🫠 and the sight of you bent over with your cute plump ass up, humping the air.. aww, seems like you needed some attention... but yunjin has to come first :((( her using your throat to her full extent, completeltly disregarding the tears in your eyes and the way you clawed at her thighs just begging for her to stop or at least slow down but this yunjin-unnie was so different :(( and finally she was coming,, forcing her load down your throat and not giving you an opportunity to not swallow it all...

yunjin patting your cheek and smiling at the way her cum has spilled on your jaw, "good job, baby... now let's give your pussy some love, hm?" then she was taking your shorts and panties off,, she actually chucked your panties to her vanity table, muttering something about keeping it for 'future uses'.. PERVERT 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

her teaching you a few things :(( holding your waist and instructing you how to basically fuck youself into her cock,,, but she was so big, could she even fit inside you???? well, yunjin wasn't gonna take no for answer! she gets you started herself, putting her tip inside your cunt, moaning at your warmth before telling you to move,,,, and ofc you move... remembering what she taught you, bringing your waist up and slamming it down on her cock, screaming the initial pain and shock bcs of her length 😵‍💫😵‍💫 but yunjin insists that you keep going so you do,, repeating the same action over and over,, moaning loudly bcs it hurt so much, but also felt good...

yunjin taking matters into her own hands bcs you were so slow,,, gripping your waist and ramming into you in a relentless pace,, you shouldn't have expected anything else from her at this point,,,, screaming and crying on her pillow :((( but you were still moving with her bcs you wanted to come too :(( ofc you didn't know this so you were just thinking that you were nothing but a slut after all 😩 loving what yunjin was doing despite everything...

yunjin making you come so hard your legs shook,,,,,, but she was still using her hole bcs she hasn't come yet... and she does shortly after,, but again, she doesn't stop???? she wanted to breed you full of her seed. she doesn't want a single drop of her cum wasted so she keeps fucking your cunt in that same ruthless pace for hours on end, coming inside you over and over... 😵‍💫 and you're not begging for her to stop anymore bcs you've gotten used to her cock.. you always have been a quick learner! 🤭

okay but yunjin fucked you to a point where you felt like you needed to always have her dick inside you... so it was midnight and yunjin finally got tired after hours and hours of breeding you.. and there you are, climbing on top of her, waking her up in the process,,, telling her that you need her cum inside you again bcs you were starting to feel empty... and obviously yunjin will want to fill you up after you so politely asked like a good girl... so she allows you to ride her cock until both of you were shaking from overstimulation.. 🤤🤤

yunjin saying shit to you while she watched you bouncing on her dick so smoothly,,,

"heh.. i fucked you up in the head too, didn't i? you wouldn't even think of doing something like this when you woke up this morning..."

and it was so true :(( (y/n), the cute underclassman was gone.. you were just a fucktoy now :((( molded by yunjin to be her personal cumdump... 🫣🫣

#le sserafim x reader #le sserafim smut #le sserafim imagines #huh yunjin x reader #huh yunjin smut #huh yunjin imagines #yunjin smut #girl group x reader #girl group imagines #girl group smut

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babydollmarauders · 1 year

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MEDIA MANAGEMENT— JACK HUGHES (PART NINE)

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 5.5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9

notes: i’m finally up to the games that i attended! pictures 5 and 9 were taken by me at this game! fun fact: dawson and the equipment guy actually posed for that pic for me after his hat trick <3

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 hey! hi! how are ya?! i’m great thanks for asking because MY BEST FRIEND GOT HIS VERY FIRST HAT TRICK!!

let me preface tonight’s recap post by saying that i’m aware that there were 3 goal scorers in tonights 5-1 win against the penguins, and i’m proud of dougie, timo, and ALL of the guys for their hard work tonight. however, tonight’s recap is slightly different because it’s focused mainly on my very own best friend!

my puppy, my sun, the godfather to my child, best friend number 1, my favorite person in the world (jack look away), dawson mercer. you got your first career hat trick and i could not be more proud of you! i’m so glad i was healed from my debilitating illness (i had a cold) and was able to witness it in person! i’m not saying i’m your lucky charm but… slap me in green and call me a leprechaun! 🍀

i’m so happy for you, dawson! i love you so very much! here’s to this being the first of very many!

p.s. it would not be a y/n postgame post if i didn’t have a couple pics of my favorite ipad kid snuck in there <3 you did great tonight, my beautiful princess!

tagged dawson1417 and jackhughes

dawson1417 thank you best friend number 3! i’m glad you were there to see me hit this milestone! here’s to many more! love you so very much! ❤️

y/ndevils00 you are actually my very favorite person in this entire world! i’m so insanely over the moon for you right now! drinks?

dawson1417 drinks!

user68 wait i always thought the “best friend number 1 and 2” was just y/n being silly about dawson and marino, but they actually have assigned numbers?! 🥹 that’s so cute!

jackhughes so happy for you merc! @/dawson1417

dawson1417 thanks hughesy! ‘preciate it!

y/ndevils00 my two favorite people 🥹 where’s my other?!

trevorzegras @/y/ndevils00 right here!

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras k well we all know i wasn’t talking about u, lucifer’s favorite child

john.marino97 @/y/ndevils00 i’m scared to ask but is it me?

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 THERE HE IS! all 3 of my people <3

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 you’re being lovey to marino… how much did you drink tonight babe?

y/ndevils00 oh so much

john.marino97 @/dawson1417 so proud of you man!

dawson1417 thanks bro!

y/ndevils00 my boys 🥹

john.marino97 @/y/ndevils00 you’re weirding me out now. stop being nice. it’s unnatural

y/ndevils00 alright ur done. ur booted down with trevor

trevorzegras @/y/ndevils00 what did i ever do to you?!

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras exist.

jackhughes babe, you gotta stop referring to our cat as your child. you’re gonna make people think we actually have a kid

y/ndevils00 we literally do?? lil satan IS our child

jackhughes she’s a cat.

y/ndevils00 @/nicohischier you’ve gained a child and a y/n. congratulations!

nicohischier yay! i’ve always wanted those!

jackhughes @/nicohischier stay away from MY y/n!

trevorzegras i don’t go here but congrats dude!

dawson1417 thanks dude!

y/ndevils00 stay away from my best friend, demon!

trevorzegras @/y/ndevils00 doesn’t feel too good does it?! stay away from jimbo!

y/ndevils00 too late! we already have a snap streak!

trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale tell me it isn’t so!

jamie.drysdale do you want the truth or a lie?

nicohischier congratulations merc! ❤️

dawson1417 thank you cap!

jesperbratt did you take that last picture through the glass?

y/ndevils00 yes. but i think you forgot something….

jesperbratt congrats @/dawson1417 !

dawson1417 thanks bratter!

y/ndevils00 much better

#media management series <3 #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes fic #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes blurb #nj devils #new jersey devils #nhl blurb #nhl fic #dawson mercer #dawson mercer imagine #john marino #trevor zegras #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

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honeysluiced · 10 months

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reposting this incredible hobie analysis by @lizzytheowl577 i stumbled across in a youtube comment section

Spoilers ahead

Ok so Hobie was all set to betray Miguel the moment he realized that Miles might be in trouble. The first thing to tell us this is that Hobie actively congratulates Miles when he stopped the cannon event from happening. Presumably every Spider-person who the event isn't for gets an alert when one is about to happen to keep them from interfering, this includes Hobie. He knows Miles just broke the rules in a major way and he's estatic about it. If I remember right, he's the only person who actually congratulates him on the rescue (Other than Pavitr of course).

Next, when Miguel orders all of them to come to the Spider-Lobby (I don't think it had an official name and if it did I forgot it) Hobie puts his arm around Miles then says "I don't follow orders and neither does he". I initially read this as Hobie trying to keep Miles safe from Miguel, in a "We'll run right now if we have to kind of way" but the more I think about it, I don't think this is the case. I think Hobie believed that Miles knew he was breaking a cannon event and that's why he tacked on "and neither does he" at the end.

Once Hobie realizes that Miles is ecstatic to go to the Spider-Lobby, he starts to second guess himself. He asks Gwen how much Miles knows, discovers he knows basically nothing and on the spot switches to talking Miles out of joining. Telling him to make his own watch and that he wouldn't like being in this group.

When Miles asks why Hobie is even there, he's says he's there to look out for his drummer. What he doesn't say is that he's doing that by trying to help Miles. Through this whole conversation, he is stealing bits and pieces of equipment from the lab, and it's implied he uses those pieces later on to make a new watch for Gwen to use. From at least that point, probably earlier, he knows that Miles isn't going to sit quietly while his dad dies, and Gwen is eventually going to want to help him. Which is why he delivers the watch to Gwen instead of trying to go straight to Miles.

Later on, when Miles is getting angry about all the other Spider-People telling him to let his dad die, Hobie eggs him on. This is not just something he does impulsively. He realized early on when Miles talked about his parents that all he needed was a few nudges to go against Miguel's system. When Miles started showing signs of discontent, he decided to pick that moment to egg him on because that was the most effective time to. Then, Miles gets trapped in the energy prison.

Hobie helps him get out of it, but the way this is done is genius. He holds up his hands and mouths "palms". To everyone else this would look like he was trying to just calm Miles down. If they just see his hands, it looks like a "calm down" gesture, if they read his lips, "calm" and "palm" are pronounced similarly enough that seeing him mouth one word, they'd assume in that instance he's saying "calm" as in "calm down". This in turn does two things: It gives Miles the element of surprise, and it doesn't make it look like Hobie helped. Those two things give both of them time, Miles get a few stunned seconds of a head start, and nobody chases or tracks down Hobie meaning he has time to make the new watches. He even throws away his current watch because he knows it can be tracked and Miguel might go after him after realizing he didn't help try to catch Miles.

Basically Hobie is an incredibly intelligent character and they were able to demonstrate this really well in the short amount of time he actually got on screen.

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nameisrequiredd · 2 months

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Also did a painted version of this drawing. Basically just as a way to learn how to paint digitally since I never did that before.

TS!Underswap Ruthless spoilers: (at least this time I put it under the cut)

(This moment was so sad.)

Y'know, I fully expected Sans to be unkillable in any route, so this really came as sort of a surprise??? When the cardboard Crossbones got slashed at the end of the Ruthless fight, I was like "heh, yeah, fully expected that" until you meet Papyrus on the bridge and realize that, actually, Sans is really really gone???

And this is a shot-out to Sans' Neutral Evacuation battle where Sans gets us accounted with, ahem, "just a little guy, a little man" (translation: very ugly cardboard crossbones) an he starts talking about what would happen if that little man fell down? Since he was talking past tense, I thought Sans was exclusively talking about Crossbones: after all, in the neutral evacuation run, Crossbones is gone and only Sans remains. But isn't he actually warning us? Sans doesn't pull out the "pitch-black eyes" schtick during the neutral evacuation battle except during that line of dialogue, which is pretty good indication that he's threatening us: ("spreading words of your deeds, and making sure nobody forgets about what you did.") (((also this rhymed I found it super cool)))

Plus ugly cardboard crossbones fell over in the Evacuation run the same way pretty cardboard crossbones falls over in Ruthless. The whole Neutral Evacuation run is more of a warning than anything else: Really hit me when I first played it, because in my mind Sans was risking his life and warning us about how we planned on making the fight end... I came to the evacuation Neutral fight with the intent to betray kill Sans, but actually the WHOLE THING was SO HEARTFELT I definetly couldn't have dealt the killing blow even if that had been an option. (In contrast, Ruthless's Sans fight is just as (if not more) frustrating than its undertale counterpart. Not only because we're "Getting tired of this" (only after the 300th try, in my case!!!) but also because Crossbones is absolutely right about our questionable motives and the fact there's a thousand things we could be doing right now that would be better than this. When it's time to choose fight or spare, we're just glad the fight is ending.)

To go back to the topic of the Evacuation Neutral, I always found it weird that there was an animation that showed the fallen cardboard becoming smaller and smaller. But if fallen cardboards is Sans' euphemism for death, then he's showing us what'll happen if we go past him without changing our ways. People around us are gonna fall over and decrease in number, until there's gonna be next to none of them left.

Also, Team Switch... ARE ALL RUTHLESS BOSSES GONNA BE AS HARD AS ASGORE AND SANS???? (I fully expect them to be harder and this S C A R E S me.) I died over 1000 times during that game already, and I'm not even exaggerating. Unfortunately. I sort of refused to touch the "decrease difficulty" button 'cause that wouldn't really be fair to the characters, but that doesn't change anything to the fact I suck at gaming. Just like crossbones so nicely pointed out during that famous race...

I rambled much longer than expected. Anyway, my idea for the drawing was that maybe the reason why Crossbones doesn't fight with his gadgets is because he forgot all of them (which, seeing the context, is understandable, even if using weird gadgets seems like a good way of stalling), and Papyrus, being the good brother that he is, grabbed them in a hurry because he knew they couldn't go facing murdery humans together without being properly equipped!

and this is how i usually color.

#ts!underswap #papyrus #ruthless route #crossbones #sans #undertale #fanart #rambling #ts!underswap spoilers

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mixtape-racha · 9 months

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it's a scream, baby! | hyunlix

chapter five: movies make psychos more creative

words: 2.01k // warnings: cursing, suggestive content, references to anxiety

OFFICIAL GHOSTFACE KILL COUNT: 003

after she climbed out of the shower, dressed in a spare pair of (y/n)'s pajama’s and towelling her hair dry, yeji walked carefully into minho’s room - which he’d happily offered her to have for the night as he was staying with seungmin anyway.

when she walked in, feet happily taking in the softness of his rug, she was met with jisung perched on the end of the bed, scrolling through his phone. sighing internally, she came and sat next to him - she knew this was a situation she’d have to come to eventually, and now was better than never.

“hanji…” she started, placing a hand tentatively on his leg. “thank you. you didn’t have to stay and look after me.”

locking his phone and tossing it onto the bed, he turned to look at her, taking both of her hands in his.

“yej, you never have to thank me, okay? i wanted to. you needed someone and, as much as we both love (y/n), i don’t know, i feel like after all this time i’ve very equipped to understand what you need when you’re in a bad place.” he joked, a small smile appearing on his lips.

it had, in all honesty, been a long time since yeji and jisung had been alone together. 4 months, 3 weeks and 6 days to be exact, not that either of them were counting. their breakup hadn’t been particularly messy, just too many obligations not allowing them to spend time together and causing a rift to form in their relationship.

and neither of them could deny the way they couldn’t fall out of love with the other - as much as they had tried, and they definitely had. yeji threw herself into college work, pulling any extra shifts at her evening job, spending more time at home with her family. jisung, on the other hand, entered what his friends referred to as his “whore phase” - partying, drinking, promiscuous sex with whoever wanted him. it wasn’t ideal, or healthy, but it got him through the first month after the breakup.

having a mutual best friend in (y/n) also simultaneously made things better and worse. while they could check in with each other through (y/n), but the way they kept accidentally bumping into each other made moving on increasingly difficult. but they persevered. they truly did enjoy one another’s company, whether as a couple or as friends, and so they wholly agreed that spending time together with (y/n) with them was pleasant.

“i just– sorry for throwing myself on you like that out there. i guess you still hold a lot of comfort for me, and being around you really calmed me down.” yeji smiled, a small blush creeping across her cheeks.

jisung’s expression mirrored her own, hands unconsciously squeezing her own as a show of love. which, he had to admit, he really was still in love with her. and she was with him, which made their proximity so much more intense.

“i mean, i feel bad for it, but it actually made me really happy. not the situation, obviously, but the way you still seek me out to make you feel better. i’m glad i can still do that for you.” he blushed, eyes avoiding yeji’s own in case his words upset her in any way.

but instead, she cupped his cheek in her palm, her eyes turning to cresents as she looked at him with a level of admiration he hadn’t felt in a while.

“han jisung, you will always be like home to me. i still love you, dumbass.”

“and i love you, hwang yeji.”

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when (y/n) awoke the next morning, head still fuzzy and in hyunjin’s warm embrace, she could’ve almost forgot the hellish experiences of the day before. for a simple moment, she felt like a normal college student – but the bubble was quickly broken by the settling of an uneasy anxiety in her stomach.

pulling herself away from hyunjin’s arm, she sprinted to the bathroom with the fear her anxiety was going to find its way out of her body and into the toilet bowl. never had anyone in woodsboro been so fearful to wake up in a new day, and all of a sudden every resident

was triple locking their doors, only leaving when they absolutely had to.

it was absolutely hellish in every way.

by the time she woke up, everyone else had left the apartment - either for classes, or to accompany others on errands. it seemed after a double murder on the supposedly safest campus in the state, maybe even the country, no one wanted to be alone anymore.

she felt it was probably best to let hyunjin sleep in - he had no classes until late afternoon, and (y/n) had kept him up most of the night due to bad dreams and anxiety about yeji. heading to the kitchen, she flipped the kettle on, opting to wake herself up with a coffee and a shower to start her day.

her first class wasn’t until 1pm, so she had time to take her morning routine slow and relaxing as possible. she sat at the kitchen island nursing her mug of black coffee, almost in a sleep-like transe staring at the wall. almost exactly as the clock hit 11am, hyunjin stumbled into the kitchen, a smile gracing his lips as he caught sight of (y/n).

“morning, love,” he mumbled, placing a soft kiss on her head and rubbing her arms softly. “did you sleep okay? i was a bit worried that you weren’t in bed when i woke up.”

she smiled softly, shrugging her shoulders as she took a sip of her drink.

“just couldn’t stay in bed anymore, and didn’t wanna wake you. think i’m gonna shower in a minute, though.”

“no worries, angel. i’m gonna head out in a second though, okay? i have some errands to run before classes, but call me if you need me at all and i’ll be right here, yeah?”

(y/n) nodded, still a little out of it and drowsy, before puckering up her lips to offer hyunjin a kiss - which he of course accepted. they had decided the night before that it wasn’t the right time to start a relationship. they had everything a relationship did anyway, but the label wasn’t needed at that moment in time. which, in all honesty, (y/n) was elated that hyunjin understood her perspective and was respectful enough to agree to give her as much time as she needed.

saying goodbye as hyunjin grabbed his belongings and left, (y/n) drew herself up from her seat and trudged back towards her bedroom to shower and prepare her bag for the day. as much as she wanted to take her time getting ready, she rushed through her shower so she could sit on her bed and watch youtube videos for as long as possible before needing to leave.

as she locked up the dorm and headed towards the elevator, she felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket. pulling it out, she flipped the screen on to see a message from a privated number. weird. who would be messaging her from a private number? unless one of the guys lost their phone and used a friend’s or something.

pressing on the notification, she was greeted with a strange message that sent a shiver up her spine.

‘watch your back, princess. people are keeping secrets from you, and sometimes shadows in the dark will hurt you the most. – 👻’

what the fuck?

who the fuck was messing with her like that? was it one of the guys? no, they wouldn’t fuck aroun like that after seeing the state of yeji yesterday… maybe someone hanging around outside yeji’s building?

whoever it was, it was not okay. but being mature, (y/n) chose not to entertain it. to not justify it with a response. and, just to be on the safe side, she decided not to tell the boys… not yet anyway. theres was no need to worry them too bad.

but the anxiety settled in her chest and stayed with her all day. she kept zoning out during classes, having to say it was a lack of sleep when asked what was wrong. she wasn’t even sure how she managed to walk between classes, to the library, to study for 2 hours. she had no clue how she’d ended up back in her dorm at 7pm to be greeted with jeongin making dinner for himself and (y/n).

it turned out minho was staying with seungmin again, even though yeji and jisung had vacated his room, so jeongin thought it would be a good chance for him and (y/n) to have some good food and catch up on some shows they’d been watching.

she truly did appreciate the thought, happily joining him to eat a feat of bibimbap and bulgogi, and watch trashy tv of insanely attractive people joining a reality show to find ‘true love’. it was refreshing, to be at home with jeongin and not worrying about anything.

except, deep down, she was.

by 10pm, (y/n) had excused herself to her room - claiming to be exhausted, and having a headache coming on, which honestly wasn’t too far from the truth. jeongin, being the ever so loving roommate and friend he was, offered to come and check on her later, but in all honestly (y/n) just needed some time alone.

within an hour, she heard jeongin shut down the tv and head to his room, but the silence was worse than anything else. after the text she had received earlier, she couldn’t think about anything else.

every noise felt intensified, every door slamming across the hall had her ready to call the police. even worse, she had begun to feel like she had left it too long to tell jeongin - or any of the guys - about her ominous text without them disbelieving her.

just as the adrenaline had worn off and she was truly ready to fall asleep, (y/n) heard a noise that had her shooting up out of bed and grabbing the closest thing to her to use as a weapon. she could have sworn she just heard the front door open. it couldn’t be minho or jeongin - they would’ve messaged to say they were either getting home or leaving.

surely, jeongin would’ve let her know if he had someone coming over too. but he didn’t, and so fear was washing over (y/n) harder and harder by the second.

hearing quiet footsteps crossing the dorm, and disappear down the hallway, (y/n) cracked her door open the slightest, looking for any sign of movement. seeing a shadow down the far end of the hallway, seemingly headed toward jeongin and minho’s room, she grabbed her phone - the emergency service number up and ready to call at any given second.

upon hearing a door creak open, she headed out of her room, running silently across to the kitchen to grab a knife. taking careful caution to not make any noise, she braced herself before tiptoeing down the hallway down towards jeongin’s bedroom. she couldn’t survive if she heard him being hurt, so she concluded on apprehending the intruder before they could attack first.

rushing towards his door, (y/n) took a deep breath ro prepare herself for the worst when opening the door. knife clutching her hand, blade held out ready to swing if and when required, she squeezed her eyes shut before swinging the door open and screaming…..

only to be met with two familiar screams reverberating back at her.

opening her eyes slowly, (y/n) felt like her heart was going to mump out of her throat. looking like two deer in headlights, jeongin was straddling chan’s lap, both boys shirtless on jeongin’s bed. on closer inspection, (y/n) could see that chan’s lips were swollen and jeongin had budding marks appearing on his chest and neck.

“nah, man what the actual fuck–!”

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“This iteration of the Turtles and this iteration of the Turtles wouldn’t get along cuz of this!” “These two iterations wouldn’t get along because of that!”

FUCK YOU THEY ARE ALL BEST FRIENDS THAT SUPPORT EACH OTHER CUZ I SAY SO!!

(Please note I wrote this BEFORE watching Mutant Mayhem which is why they aren’t in it. I just forgot to post it lol 😅)

Rise!Leo: You all are so stern and serious. I feel like I should start being more stern and serious. Should I?

BatmanVs!Leo: Please don’t, it’ll be hell on your already waning mental health. /hj

Bayverse!Leo: I feel we need at least one funny Leo to break up the collective seriousness of the rest of us.

87 Leo: I thought me and my brothers counted as the “funny” version of all of us?

12 Leo: You guys are more of a “silly” version of us…sillier? Like the concept of turtles being ninjas is already silly as it is. Which there is nothing wrong with that, just that your cartoon logic is just very hard to keep up with sometimes.

87 Leo: That’s understandable.

Mirage Leo: I’m just jealous that you all get to be in color. Black and white gets so boring once you learn there’s color!

07 Leo: But your universe does have this cool graphic design to it that I’M very jealous of.

03 Leo: Of course, you fucking would be you dramatic edgelord. /j

07 Leo: I know the fucking EMO of the group did not just call me an edgelord! /j

Rise!Leo: Omg we love an E-girl!

12 Leo: *wheeze of laughter*

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87 Raph: I just don’t think it’s fair that you guys get to be tall, is all! It’s discrimination! /hj

12 Raph: Practically working against your own kind! /j

Rise!Raph: *snorts* I don’t think that’s a bodily function we can control you guys!

Bayverse!Raph: It was a conscious decision on my end.

Rise!Raph: *chokes with laughter*

87 Raph: You goddamn bastard! /j

Bayverse!Raph: Cope and seeth my dude.

07 Raph: Now look, 87 I know it’s very difficult, especially for you, but we gotta be the bigger person here.

87 Raph: I will kick your goddamn ass, kid!

03 Raph: Well, good for you in being the bigger person. I will continue to be small and petty my entire life!

*Collective snorting laughter from all Raphs*

87 Raph: No, no, wait! You are not allowed to be funnier than me!

03 Raph: Tough break, shorty, I have to have SOMETHING other than punching shit.

87 Raph: Take up knitting! I don’t care! Just keep away from my bit! That’s like my entire personality! /hj

03 Raph: See you joke about that but I am fucking GREAT at knitting!

Bayverse!Raph: Amen to that! I ain’t spend half my damn life in the Hashi and NOT be able to knit a fucking epic scarf!

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07 Donnie: Are you saying I worked a 9 to 5 job FOR NOTHING!

BatmanVs!Donnie: I honestly did not think that embezzling funds from rich corporate assholes plus the Shredder and his Foot Clan was an actual option we had!

12 Donnie: I am actually so mad that I did not think of that!

Rise!Donnie: Honestly, I didn’t think of it until like a few years back because our dad is still, somehow, getting royalties from his Lou Jitsu movie days. But I also have expensive taste in equipment and needed a little pocket change.

03 Donnie: I could have actually bought a Play Station when it came out instead of having to fix up the broken one Mikey found in the dump!

87 Donnie: I’m just now realizing how much stuff we had to make from scratch just because we couldn’t afford it.

Rise!Donnie: That’s true. But like also you guys still made a bunch of cool stuff with JUST junk you found! That’s amazing!

Bayverse!Donnie: Thanks but we could have made even cooler stuff if we had your type of funding. I mean, look at this shit! *excitingly pointing at Rise!Donnie’s battle shell*

Rise!Donnie: Please understand that YOU have made holo-screen, intercom, wrist watches, that connect to your motherboard home computer. All of which you MADE WITH JUNK! How is that not amazing?!

07 Donnie: Amazing for you probably. But if I were to do that shit myself I wouldn’t sleep for a week!

BatmanVs!Donnie: I second that! One sugar daddy please!

Rise!Donnie: *wheeze of laughter*

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03 Mikey: I still can't believe you met freaking BATMAN! Like holy shit dude!

12 Mikey: *sobbing* I’m so jealous! I’m forever jealous!

BatmanVs!Mikey: Yeah, it was pretty cool. But YOU (03 Mikey) met the entire Justice Force! And became a member! Your legacy was so awesome Silver Sentry’s grandson took up your name!

03 Mikey: Yeah but you road in the BATMOBILE and got to press all the buttons!

Bayverse!Mikey: *sulking on the floor* LIFE ISN’T FAIR AND I HATE IT HERE!

Rise!Mikey: *pouting* I never get to meet my heroes! And when I do they turn out to be insane!

12 Mikey: Bro same! Chris Brandford was just a giant jerk!

87 Mikey: Bugman was pretty cool, though maybe a little weird. Still, he was no Justice Force or Batman!

07 Mikey: *whining* I just want the life you have! Why does god ALWAYS have favorites?!

Ronin!Mikey: *dramatic sigh of jealousy* He truly does.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2003 #bayverse tmnt #batman vs teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 07 #tmnt 87 #the last ronin

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Have you ever gone into detail on what your view of Spamton and Jevil’s relationship was like? Do you think they met before either of them was Gaster-pilled or afterwards?

I could've sworn I did, but just in case I haven't actually:

I suppose it might depend on how you might define "Gaster-pilled," between something like Spamton getting the magic phone calls that gave him success, or what broke both their senses of reality.

But generally I see their relationship as having met like once, a decade or two ago, and while Spamton was forever traumatized by the experience (severe coulrophobia, hates anything clown- and carnival-related), Jevil's thoughts on him probably range from not remembering this encounter whatsoever to "OH, HIM, HIM. WHAT A DOUCHE, DOUCHE."

Seeing how Seam also knows who Spamton is (if you give them the Shadow Crystal from Spamton NEO's fight, they'll mention he found it in the NEO body, as opposed to having had it the whole time like Jevil), and Tasque Manager also seems to remember Jevil (she'll comment on if you have any of Jevil's items equipped in her fight), they were probably traveling with their respective ruler(s) on royal business to have crossed paths.

As for the encounter itself, Jevil probably invited Spamton to play a few of his games, in a good-natured, fun-loving clown way, only for Spamton to be a sore loser every time, eventually cheating to win, which for someone as genuinely freaking strong as Jevil (whose only worthy opponent thus far was Seam), is a grievous sin. He may be Mr. Chaos Chaos, but I suppose even he plays games by the rules. It's not his fault if you're just bad at the game.

Honestly thinking about it, this probably hit a little too close to home for Spamton, seeing how his success wasn't truly his own, and only really came about because someone else was feeding him directions over the phone. Did the clown have a point? Did he need to work on himself and improve as a person, so he would be able to claim a win of his own? Hell no, he's just wrong like everyone else who didn't believe in him!

tl;dr: Spamton holds grudges, but Jevil probably forgot.

#deltarune #jevil #spamton #spamton g spamton #jevil deltarune #spamton deltarune #my drawings #doodles #haz answers things #haz says a thing #hello more paint #funnily enough val and i call it getting 'stronk'd'#as opposed to 'gaster-pilled'#i guess it means the same thing but i'm used to 'stronk'd'#speaking of whomst he was a great help with thinking some of this up #also it's been a hot while since i drew jevil

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pensat-i-fet · 10 months

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Wrong first impression (Ferran Torres x Reader)

Part 2

**So no one requested this but I wanted to write it and here we are 🤗😅 allow me to be that person every once in a while. And enjoy!! ❤️**

Word count: 2335

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“It’s so early”, I complain on my way to Patacona Beach, where we have to do some early morning training.

“It’s the perfect time to train. The only people there will be tourists finding a spot to put their beach umbrellas”.

“I guess”.

But Jorge is actually wrong, because when we get to the area of the beach we always use for our training, there is someone else there.

"Buenos días" (Good morning), we say when we walk past them

"Buenos días".

I know that guy…

"Is that Ferran Torres?", I whisper.

"Who?"

"Right. I forgot you know nothing about football".

"Oh, a footballer player? I can see that. Very fit".

"And of course you would notice that".

"I mean fit body for his job".

"Sure, darling".

We keep placing the equipment on the sand, same as Ferran and his trainer.

"So, who does he play for?"

"Barça but he used to play for Valencia".

"That tone lets me know the break up wasn't good".

Comparing a player leaving for another team with a break-up is a pretty good analogy, actually.

"He left to go to England so whatever. But then came back and celebrated scoring against us".

"Did he take his shirt off? For the celebration, I mean".

"No".

"I can see why it bothered you then".

I just roll my eyes.

Since I don’t want to be here all day, we get on with the training. I’m still recovering from a small injury so it’s vital I make sure not to overwork certain muscles. And that also means we have to stop several times for Jorge to make sure we’re doing it right. He’s my trainer but is also studying sport medicine so no one can help me more than him.

“I need more tape. Let me run to the pharmacy quickly”.

“Ok, I’ll rest”.

He’s always forgetting things so I’m not surprised. And I can use the rest so I sit down, stretching my legs every couple of seconds so the muscles don’t get too cold.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Ferran doing the same. His trainer is also gone…I wonder if he forgets things all the time as Jorge does. When he notices me looking, he smiles and I just give him a small smile in return and look away.

“Are you an athlete too?”

“Yeah”.

“I don’t know if you know me. I’m…”.

“I know you”.

“Was that a good I know you or a bad I know you?”, he laughs and some past thoughts flood my mind again. I might have had a crush on him before he left for City.

“Let’s say neutral”.

“I’ll take it. My trainer had to go talk to another client. Where’s yours?”

I didn’t expect him to make small talk but I guess it’s better than sitting here alone.

“He forgot to bring more tape. He’s lucky I can’t fire him because he always forgets something”.

“You can’t fire him…because he’s your boyfriend?”

“What?”, I try not to look disgusted but can’t help it.

“I mean. I get trainers might have to be a bit touchy but he was a lot touchy and you smiled at each other a lot, so I assumed…”.

Was he staring at us the whole time or something? “He’s my brother”.

“Now I get why you looked so disgusted. Sorry”.

But instead of looking sorry, he just starts to laugh.

“You’re so weird”.

“I’ve been called worse”, he shrugs, standing up and walking to where I am.

When we got here, it was still pretty dark but now the sun is rising there is a gorgeous orange hue around us. One that makes him look even more handsome. And the fact that he's not wearing a shirt doesn't help. Damn it! I'll go back to thinking about his celebration.

“Do you want to train with me?”, he asks, offering his hand. “They might take a while and we don’t want to get cold”.

I hesitate for a second before taking his hand and letting him help me get up. “I’m recovering from an injury, I can’t do much”.

“That’s ok. What sport do you practice?”

“Athletics. I participate in as many categories as I can qualify for”.

“Impressive. I just run and kick a ball”.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Torres. You score sometimes too”.

My comment brings his laughter back. “Valencia or Madrid then?”

“What?”

“The team you support. Because you don’t seem to like me much”.

“If you insinuate again I support Madrid, I’d like you even less”.

“So Valencia…”.

He walks to where his equipment is and I follow. Why? I don't know.

"Do you ever do boxing to train?", he asks me, picking up the gloves.

"Yeah, kickboxing too but I probably shouldn't force my legs too much. Not without Jorge supervising. Jorge is my brother, by the way. Not my boyfriend".

"A lot of athletes have affairs with their trainers. It wouldn't be that strange".

"Have you had any with yours?"

"Not with my trainers. But with some of my training partners…well, it happens".

I know it happens because that's how I met my ex but I'm not going to tell him. Also, I can tell he's flirting and I'm not interested. So agreeing with him would only give him the wrong impression.

"Who does the punching first?"

"You need the practice more", I say and he raises an eyebrow. "Because of your fight with Savic. He clearly won so you know, you need to practice for next time".

"Do you think he won that fight?", I nod. "You might have to watch it again. Or we could recreate it so you see I was in control the whole time".

When I look up to meet his eyes, I realise how close to me he is. And how nervous he's making me feel.

"So, do you want to start or not? I'm happy to punch you".

My words make him smirk but he moves back a little. "Show me what you got, then".

I take the gloves he's offering me and look down at them, trying to take deep breaths that aren't too obvious. It's just the crush I used to have. I'm sure of that. Nothing else.

I didn't lie when I said we do kickboxing for practice. And that's why the punches aren't enough. I'm itching to kick too. My legs are a lot stronger and I want to show Ferran how strong I am.

"Move back so I can kick you".

"Wow, I heard about that flirting technique but I thought it only involved insulting. Kicking me too…well, it could be worth it".

I bit my lip, trying to resist his teasing. "You might want to move one of your hands lower".

"Why?"

"Because you're making me want to kick you somewhere else that's not protected like your hands".

But he just laughs and puts his arms up so I can kick.

I try both legs slowly and when I feel more confident, I kick with my right leg. Hard.

"Jesus! You're strong".

"Regretting your teasing now?"

"Kinda…".

I just smile before the next kick and then I feel it, a little discomfort on my thigh. I put my head down and groan, frustrated.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm feeling something on my thigh. It's the same whenever I exercise too much. I can't wait to fully recover because I hate being only 50% fit".

"I get how you feel".

His voice sounds softer and I look up at him and see understanding in his eyes. He's obviously had injuries too.

"We can switch now. So I have a little rest…", but before I have time to finish talking, I see Jorge coming back.

I might have forgotten about him for a second.

He looks at me and then at Ferran, curious.

"I was trying not to get cold but I hurt myself a little".

"You what?"

Hearing about that takes all the weird ideas off his head. Just what I wanted.

"I stopped before I fully hurt myself. It's just the same discomfort I've been having".

"What did you make her do?"

Something people don't get is how protective of me my brother is. Too much sometimes.

"It was my idea, Jorge. Let's just go back and finish our training", I tell him, grabbing his arm. "Thanks for keeping me company, Torres".

"No problem. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow?"

"I've got gym tomorrow".

"Ok. Another day maybe".

"Maybe".

Jorge makes me sit immediately so he can touch the area that hurts and make sure it's not something worse than overworked muscles. And once he's happy, we finish the exercise routine we always do at the beach.

By the time we are done packing our things, I see Ferran stretching after finishing his own workout. We have to walk past him on the way out of the beach and when he looks our way, I wave at him. That gets a smile from him before he waves back.

"How did you end up training with the footballer? I can't leave you alone".

"He asked me and I thought it could be a good way to keep moving while you were away".

"Right", Jorge's tone is already annoying me before he keeps talking. "What was his name again?"

"Ferran Torres".

"Didn't you used to have his shirt?"

Of course, he remembers. "He was supposed to be our next star so I guess a lot of fans did too".

"Was that the only reason…".

"Stop talking", I say, glaring at him.

"Got it. But if you want a new one, he might be happy to get one for you".

Ugh, siblings!

The next day, we start the day at the gym and once I'm back home, I shower and put on a nice summer dress to go grab something to drink with some friends.

We’re meeting at a bar we only go to in the summer, since it’s closer to the beach. But when I get there, I check my phone and realise how early it is. Typical. I’m early and they’ll be super late.

I make my way to the terrace anyways. I can have a drink while I wait for them. And then I hear voices coming closer and assume it’s the owners who saw me get here, coming to see what I want to order. But…it isn’t just them.

"Let's go outside to take a photo. Maybe there is someone around who can take it for us", says the lady I recognize as the owner. “This lovely girl can help us maybe. And I’ll take your order in a second”.

She notices Ferran looking at me and I say a very shy hi to him which he returns.

"Oh, you know each other?"

"Sort of”, he says.

"Can you take the photo, darling?"

"Of course".

I get up and pick up the phone she’s offering so I can take the photos. “Done”.

She checks the photos, showing them to Ferran.

"Look at you. I've known him since he was a baby, you know?", she says looking at me. "And now look at him. So grown up and handsome".

Yeah, I can agree with her on that second part.

“Since you know each other, you keep her company for a second and I’ll be right back to get her order, ok?”

I sit down and Ferran stands next to my table.

"Done with training for today?"

"Yes, we did gym in the morning and now time to relax".

"Cool. Are you meeting someone?"

"Some friends but knowing them, they won't be here for another half an hour".

"If you want a drink while you wait, I can ask for it. They never allow me to pay so you’ll get it for free".

"It's ok. I can wait …".

"What do you usually drink?"

"Nestea?"

"Be right back".

"You don't have to…".

But he doesn’t listen to me and a couple of minutes later, he is back with my drink and a little tapa.

“Do they make you work for them?”

He chuckles. “Sometimes. You know, I’m glad we meet again. I got the feeling that your brother, not your boyfriend, was a bit mad at me. I’ve been thinking about it”.

He had? “He’s ok. Just worried about my injuries”.

“Still. I don’t like giving such a bad first impression. Unless he hates me too and it wasn’t really the first”.

“He doesn’t care about football. You’re safe”.

“What about you? Do you hate me?”

I shake my head. “Just got the wrong impression when you celebrated that goal against us. But I guess you’re not that bad”.

We stay in silence for a second and I eat some of the olives to keep myself occupied.

“I’m going on holiday tomorrow”, he says, surprising me.

“Ok?”

“And then I’ll go back to Barcelona”.

“Are you trying to get somewhere with this information? I don’t think I need your schedule”, I say, chuckling slightly.

“Do you ever go to Barcelona for competitions?”

“Pretty often, actually”.

“Can we meet when you do?”

“To go to the beach for a morning training?”, I tease.

“I was thinking about going on a date but I guess there is time for that too”.

We both just look at each other, our faces getting closer slowly. I guess that crush never really left.

“Hi! Have you been waiting here for long? And who is this?”

I move back and turn to see my friends. “Hi, this is Ferran. He was just keeping me company while you got here. And you’re early…for once”. How inconvenient.

“I’ll go now”, says Ferran and I panic a little because if he leaves now, I won’t see him again. “Nice seeing you again”.

He moves closer to me again to kiss my cheek as a goodbye. But before moving away, he whispers in my ear. “Send me your number in a DM on Instagram. You know my account”.

#ferran torres #ferran torres imagine #ferran torres one shot #ferran torres fluff #footballer imagine #footballer one shot #footballer fluff

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riordanness · 7 months

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delicate - [l.valdez]

1.6K wordcount

warnings: mentions of nightmares,, super old writing so proceed with cringe warning

requested: no

a/n: i wrote this in quarantine, early 2021. i lowkey predicted the future w this fic bc i was obsessed w the colour maroon at the time and made y/n wear a maroon coloured taylor swift shirt… never guessing that she would release a song called maroon?? so yeah, fun fact <3

I sat bolt upright in bed, my head pounding. It took me what seemed like forever to calm down, even thought it was likely to have only been a handful of moments. I forced myself to steady my breath, and realise I was safe. My hands were tightly clutched around my sheets, and that helped to ground my thoughts a little.

I looked around my familiar cabin and took a deep breath. My fairy lights shined softly on the walls, making me feel cozy and warm. I had specifically requested fairy lights. They'd always been so reassuring and calming to me, what for I had no clue. But Leo had been all to ready to equip me with fairy lights in my cabin, so I was glad I had asked him for them. They always helped with the nightmares.

I carefully slipped out from under the covers and put on my sneakers. I fumbled through my chest drawer and pulled out a black zip-up jacket I had stolen from Leo, and yanked that on too. I had black leggings and a maroon Taylor Swift T-shirt on, so I felt warm enough to go outside, where the freezing Greek air would surely be uncomfortable.

I needed to clear my head, and get some fresh air, and talk to someone. All that would happen on deck, where there was bound to be at least one crew member on duty. Besides, Leo never went to bed, it seemed. He would most certainly be up there, and I needed to see my best friend right now.

I tiptoed past the other demigods' cabin doors, trying not to wake anyone up. I had no wish to anger anybody who slept with a sword constantly by their side.

I crept upstairs and came out onto the deck, the moon covering the world with a ghostly layer of magical light. I loved the moon. If Artemis, the moon goddess, wasn't a maiden goddess and actually had demigod kids, I'd've given anything to be her daughter. She was definitely one of the best Greek goddesses.

As I'd suspected, Leo was still awake, even though it was probably at least three in the morning by now. He stood with his back to me, tinkering with something on the ships' control board. I stood there for a few seconds, biting my lip and staring at his figure in the dim light, debating whether to bother him or not. In the end, I decided to walk over.

"Hey," I said quietly over Leo's shoulder.

He flinched, looking up at me with startled dark eyes. "Jeez, carinó, don't scare a man like that!”

My eyes widened in sudden alarm. "I'm sorry!"

Leo managed to crack a smile for me. "No, it's fine. Hey."

He turned back to the controls. "I'm just turning off the sonar and switching to radar. We're going airborne soon. Percy's gone downstairs, and it's Jason's turn to watch."

I nodded. "Okay." I knew what he was doing. I didn't dare one but for that kind of information, it was useless to me and I usually forgot it in about four seconds. Leo did it because he knew I adored listening to his voice. His accent was so calming to me, just like fairy lights and Taylor Swift songs were.

I loved him so much for doing that for me. I was so lucky to have this boy in my life.

There was silence for a few minutes. That was the way it usually was with Leo and I. We were comfortable with whatever. If we wanted to talk, we did talk, about everything and anything. But if one of us felt like being quiet, that worked too. It was just nice to be with each other, together.

We didn't have to be talking to enjoy each other's company, and I loved that about him too.

"I had a nightmare..." I said at last, drawing out the words, as if me saying them slower would make it harder for Leo to understand them.

Leo's eyes immediately snapped to meet mine. "You did?" His voice flooded with concern. "Are you okay? Was it that same one, or different? Was it a vision, or —?"

I laughed lightly. "Calm down... I..." My smile dropped as I reflected on my nightmare. "It was..."

I shuddered. "Um, it was bad. I just... I just wanted to be around someone. I didn't want to be alone in my cabin."

Leo nodded. He reached for my hand and squeezed it gently. His touch sent a tingle up my spine. Leo didn't really do touching; I think he was wary around it with his fire powers, so it was nice, but a little strange, to hold his hand.

"Come on," Leo said. "I'm done here. Festus will guard until Jason gets his lazy butt out of bed. I want to show you something."

I managed a smile. "Okay, Repair Boy."

"Hey, don't call me that!"

"Why not?" I reasoned. "You call me carinó, and I don't even know what that means."

Leo's eyes glittered with mirth, as if he was sharing an inside joke with himself. "Well... fine then."

He led me by the hand downstairs. We passed a bleary-eyed Jason on the steps, who nodded mutely at us and kept going. Hopefully he wakes up enough to fight off any monsters who decides our ship looked tasty.

Leo led me past the cabin doors, careful to walk quietly. When he started down the second level of steps, I raised my eyebrows.

"I've never been down here," I whispered.

"I know," he whispered back. A nervous, but excited shiver ran down my back.

Leo pushed open the first door on the left. Inside, an intricate engine (at least I think it was an engine) took up most of the room. Pipes and cords ran absolutely everywhere, winding around and around each other.

Random work tools rolled along the floor every time the ship listed sideways, spanners and hammers and screws going everywhere. The engine hummed softly, filling the air with a pleasant kind of feeling. I instantly understood why Leo liked this place. I know he often spent a lot of time in here, and I could now see why. It was exactly his sort of room.

"Wow, Leo," I said. "You built all this? You're amazing."

Leo blushed. "Thanks, carinó."

I glanced at him with a smile, and he looked confused. "What?"

"Nothing," I said slowly. "I'm just really glad you're my best friend." I gave his hand a squeeze.

Leo looked away. "Uh, great, well..."

"You wanted to show me something?" I prompted.

"Oh yeah!" He pulled me along as he walked to a cabinet against one wall. He opened one of the drawers, dug through it, closes it, opened another one, and smiled triumphantly.

"Close your eyes, carinó," he told me.

I did so immediately. After all, I trusted Leo completely. Okay, maybe not with shaving foam or my wallet, but for anything else? Of course.

Leo suddenly laced his fingers through mine. "Open them," he said, his voice low and kinda gravelly.

I slowly opened my eyes. Leo held out his palm.

On it, a beautiful necklace lay. A beautiful, incredibly intricate flower was made out of see-through gold, hung on a thin gold chain.

I gasped softly. "Oh, Leo..." I didn't know what to say. "It's... it's beautiful. Oh, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"It's not the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Leo muttered. "I mean, uh, thanks. I made it for you."

I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him. "It's amazing. You're amazing. Thank you."

Leo pulled away, laughing a little. "Okay, okay. Here. Want me to put it on for you?"

I nodded. He carefully stepped behind me and fastened the clasp around my neck. The necklace laid on my chest, and I gazed at it for a moment, before smiling up at Leo.

"Thank you so much, Leo," I said. "It's the best thing I've ever received in my life."

"Really?" Leo seemed surprised. "Well, let's see how many times I can break that record."

Before I knew what was happening, Leo stepped forward, cupped his hand around my cheek and gently pressed his mouth to mine. He only kissed me for a second, moved backwards, red as a beet, and opened his mouth, stammering, "Oh, I just... did that. I— I'm sorry —"

I smiled dryly. "Don't you dare be sorry." I stood on tiptoe and kissed him again, longer this time.

I felt like I was on fire. I wasn't, and neither was Leo (thankfully), but my entire body was hot all over. I don't know how long we would've stayed there, but someone decided enough was enough.

"Hey, Leo, are you — holy Hera!" Jason stumbled into the doorframe. "Uh..."

Leo and I broke apart. His face was a red as mine felt. "Oh! Hi Jason." Leo grinned. "What's up?"

Jason pursed his lips. "I... uh, I forgot. What the Hades are you two doing?"

"Making out," Leo replied.

"Leo!" I exclaimed. "I wouldn’t put it that way! That’s so… crude sounding.”

"Oh. Okay. We weren’t doing that then," Leo agreed. "What's wrong, J-man?"

Jason looked confused. "Um, well... we're nearly to Athens. None of us can work out your controls, Leo, so you need to come and uh, work your magic."

Leo nodded. "We'll be right there."

Jason disappeared up the hall. Leo and I glanced at each other.

"So?" Leo asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"So... what?" I asked back.

"Did I break my record?" He grinned cheekily. "Of the best things you've ever received?"

I blushed. "I guess so. Yeah. Yeah you did, Repair Boy."

"Good," Leo said, grabbing my hand again and pulling me towards the deck. "Now, let's go save the world, together."

#leo valdez #fanfiction #percy jackson #fanfic #pjo #pjo fanfic #leo valdez fanfiction #leo valdez x reader #rick riordan

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worriedvision · 1 year

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Hi hi hello!! i originally sent this to yostresswritinggirl as an idea, and they said that this was up your alley. sooo i thought of sending you a request for the idea! here it is:

idk i just got the idea of cyno or tighnari seeing you asleep at your desk bec of all the creations you’re planning to do for them. then them carrying you to bed for you to properly rest in warm sheets. i like to imagine that the reader is an inventor. the things that the reader is best at is creating machines similar to the ones from that old robot event in-game. then them seeing you laying your head on blueprints, notes, and plans that could potentially help your lovers at their jobs. even though it’s not your forte. you try your best as it’s kinda the reader’s way of affection, ig???? like the reader knows that their creative creations can’t help the boys much with their jobs but wants to be somewhat of help to them.

it’s up to you, if you want to write for one or the both of them. have a good day and i love your works!! 💟💟

Ooh! For once this fic is actually gonna be fluffy lol, it's about time the poly couple had a happy fluffy moment! gender neutral reader.

You were known for making creations that didn't have much of a practical use, but they were popular among people who appreciated the crafty side of you. Your boyfriends did get some gifts that they enjoyed, however they didn't use these gifts very often solely because they were fully on with their work. You understood they really did appreciate the gifts, but you also knew that none of the experiments were capable of helping them with their work.

You wanted to think of something that would not only be a good gift for them, but also a gift they would use often at work. The idea of helping your boyfriends work thawed your heart every time you thought of it.

So, you got to work.

You worked tirelessly on blueprints, thinking of their work.

Tighnari had Karkata, and you had an idea - why not work on some sort of jacket for him? Sure, the machine was fine with water, but it would likely be harmed if some form of electro was to come in contact with it. You knew Tighnari didn't especially like gifts that did too much, and you also knew that Karkata had become a companion of sorts for him so you figured you may as well make something for Karkata.

Cyno, hmmm.... You can't think of an idea that would help his work, per ce...

Oh! The traveler had that Golden Seelie with them! Surely you could make a device that worked as a companion of sorts, and you could even add in bad jokes for Cyno's entertainment. You could also equip it with some sort of device to hold onto Cyno's items, and you could also install some sort of emergency callout button if something really went poor for him.

You carried out research, reading countless books for a jacket that wouldn't restrict Karkatas movements, and as well as that you research what spectre husk would be the most effective for a companion that could float.

You commissioned for someone to get you some anemo spectre husks, hoping someone perhaps had some to spare, and you ask people for their worst jokes. After you had enough jokes, you got straight to work.

Thankfully, the traveler themselves happened to see an anemo spectre, and after hearing your commission collected the husk. You pay them, thanking them before returning to your blueprints.

You forgot what time it was, and you forgot to eat and drink when you were working on these blueprints. Tighnari was the one that walked in, seeing you sleeping on your blueprints, and he scoops you up to carry you to bed.

He saw those blueprints, and he can't help but smile warmly at it. You were working so hard on these blueprints, and he knew you struggle to make some of your creations especially handy.

You wake up in your bed, your blueprints left alone, and a drink and your favourite snack there waiting to be devoured. You brush it off as you just falling asleep and sleepwalking back to bed, and you didn't see any of your blueprints out of place.

You get to work again, and you finalise your blueprints with the newly found energy.

When they receive the gift, Tighnari can’t help but feel a wave of pride wash over him. His lovely partner had gone out of their way to make a device that would protect Karkata, and they put so much effort into making it perfect!

Cyno can’t help but smile when he notices a friendly looking machine float over to him, clinking lightly as it spins before he touches it.

I tell you, when he hears it crack a joke, Cyno nods in approval, saying he finds the joke ‘hysterical’. Tighnari and yourself look at each other, mixed emotions as you see he’s taken a liking to the machine - you feared he might use the jokes too often. When you mention the emergency call system you implanted into the robot as well as the baggage space, Cyno thanks you. He started the sentence by insisting he didn’t need it, but he still decided to show gratitude for it.

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